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Staring
sub!bottom!ftm Steve x dom!top!masc reader
☆ Word Count: 1,610 ☆
↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used
i think this is my 100th request 😭
CW: Locker Room Sex, Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Fingering, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, accidentally dialogue heavy
Once again, your teammate is checking you out. He’s been looking at you weirdly for weeks now and you're convinced he has a crush on you. It started with random glances and turned into full on stares.
He always thought you were attractive and he found himself looking at you in every class you share and at every practice. And each time he felt more and more drawn to you. It started off innocent, all he wanted was to hold hands and kiss. But then he started thinking about you in ways that aren't so family friendly. You’re confident and dominant on the court, he wonders if you're the same in bed. He feels bad but he's been masturbating to you. He does things he’d never thought he’d do. He feels perverted doing it but he often buys popsicles and practices sucking you off. He even managed to buy a dildo but he was too scared to use it so he just rubs his cunt against the plastic shaft. He settled with fantasies but he realized that wasn't enough.
“Staring again? Am I that good looking?” You chuckle. Steve’s eyes widen, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He stutters for a bit before you stop him. “I’m just kidding, Steve.” You smile sweetly.
“Ri- right-” He quickly turns around and rushes to the bathroom to wash his face and cool down.
It happens again the next day, this time he was being very obvious with his arousal. He was on the bench for ‘health reasons’ (he just wanted to watch you) and you noticed him squeezing his legs together and giving you bedroom eyes.
“Am I the only one who gets the ‘Steve Harrington Death Stare’?” You chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Steve’s entire face burned red. “Um-”
“You don't have to explain right now. I think I understand.” You winked at him. “But I’d like to hear it from you eventually.”
Hope filled his heart. If he confesses, will you say yes?
He takes a while to build up the courage to confess but he finally does. And now here’s Steve, standing in front of you in the empty locker room while fiddling with his thumbs. You wait patiently for him to speak rather than rushing him, he appreciates it.
“Whenever you…you tease me, I feel so...so..”
“Horny?” You smirk, remembering how turned on he looked sitting on the bench.
His ears tinge red. He wasn't going to say that, but you're far from wrong. “Yeah...and I just wanna…I want you to tease me and- and praise me, and make me do whatever you want me to...” He trails off, eyes widening as he realizes what he’s saying. “I get it if you- if you’re uncomfortable! You can just pretend this never happened!”
“Whatever I want, huh?” You smirk. “Kneel.”
His eyes are blown wide as he falls to his knees. He looks to you for approval before pulling down your shorts and boxers, your half hard cock slapping him in the face. He takes it in his hand and drags his tongue along your shaft, mimicking the girls in the porno DVDs he borrowed at Family Video. He watches as you grow to full size, the sight causes a throbbing sensation in his pants. He imagined you being big but this is a whole different story.
“Put it in your mouth, sweetheart.” You urge. Steve does as you ask, opening his mouth and taking the tip of your cock in his mouth. He looks up at you as he tries to swallow you whole, stopping halfway. He knows his limits. He sucks you off for at least a minute, trying his very best to please you, before pulling away and looking at you with a sweet expression.
“Am I doing okay..?” He asks softly. It's his first time doing anything with another guy, he wants to make sure he’s doing it right. Plus, he wants to hear you praise him.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby..” You wrap your fingers in his hair, guiding him back onto your length. Steve closes his eyes and starts to ‘properly’ suck you off. “Look at me.”
His eyes flutter open, his gaze focusing on you. He moves his mouth up and down your shaft while keeping eye contact the whole time.
“What a sight..” You sigh. “You look so pretty like this, Steve. Wish I had a camera.”
Steve moans and picks up the pace, encouraged to do more. He brings his hand inside his shorts and presses two fingers against his clit. He rubs it in circles and moans, bobbing his head up and down vigorously.
“Look at you, getting turned on from sucking my cock..” You murmur, gently pulling him off of you. “How about I take care of that?”
Steve shakes his head lightly. “I like…I like making you feel good..”
You never thought of Steve as the type to prefer pleasing rather than being pleased but now that you've been made aware of it, it makes sense. You've heard rumors that his parents are never home, the reason why he has so many parties, it's clear that he needs someone to give him the praise he never received.
“You know how you can make me feel even better? Get over there and bend over.” You point to the wall of lockers.
Steve quickly does as you asked, jutting his ass out and looking back at you. You walk up behind him and pull his shorts off. His boxers are white, which allows you to see how wet he is. He’s soaked just from sucking you off. You pull them off, revealing his pretty pussy. You slowly slide one finger inside him and then another.
“How often do you touch yourself, Steve?” You ask, your chest resting on his back.
He turns more red than he already is. “Everyday..” He whispers.
“Really? What do you think about?” You start fingering him.
“You, [Name].” He admits.
“Of course.” You chuckle. “Do you use toys? Or just your fingers?”
“I…I..” He’s too embarrassed to tell you the truth.
“Come on, tell me.” You angle your fingers to his pleasure spot, making him whine.
“I finger myself but sometimes- fuck-” His face is a bright red. “I use a dildo..”
“So you've already taken something inside you?”
He shakes his head. “I rub…”
“You rub your pussy against the toy?” You ask and he nods. “Fuck…I need to see that.”
Steve moans. “You can watch–”
“Yeah? God, I bet you’d look so fucking hot doing it..” You pull your fingers out. “I’m gonna put it in.”
He gulps and prepares himself for your entrance. As you ease yourself inside him, he shuts his eyes and leans his head back. You're filling him up so well. “Mm- Daddy~” He moans out mindlessly.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes- fuck- you're so big-” He grins, loving how you stretch him out.
“You feel good too–” You groan in his ear, causing him to shiver. “Can I move?”
He nods.
You grip his hips and start fucking into him at a gentle pace. You don't want to hurt him.
“Mm- go faster, if you want~” He already feels like he's on cloud 9 but he has a feeling that you're holding back. “Wanna make you feel good, Daddy~”
“Don’t say that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“‘M yours, Daddy, use me.”
You dig your nails into his skin and thrust into him roughly, practically rearranging his insides. Steve lets out loud, slutty moans without an ounce of shame. It feels too good for him to care about his surroundings. “Do you want everyone in the school to hear you? You want someone to come in and find you like this?”
He giggles, the thought of someone finding him getting pounded by you only makes him more excited. “Yes~!”
“Yes?” You laugh. “I didn’t know you were a whore, Harrington.”
“I’m your whore~!” He exclaims.
You somehow fuck him even harder and rougher than before, riled up by his words. You ram into his cunt relentlessly, enamored by the plushness of his wet pussy and the sluttiness of his words. Steve bites his lip as tears start to stream down his cheeks. He feels so fucking good, it's like electricity's running through him.
“Daddy–” He whines. “‘M gonna come-”
“Before me? How selfish.” You tease him.
Steve blabbers out an apology, crying harder.
“I'm kidding, sweetheart.” You bring your hand down to his clit, rubbing it in circles. Steve’s legs shake as you pull him into an orgasm, eyes rolling back as he squirts all over the floor and lockers. You help him through his orgasm before pulling out. You help him onto his knees and stroke yourself over his face. He sticks out his tongue and waits for you to come. It doesn't take long before you’re spurting thick ropes of cum all over his face and tongue.
“You did so well for me, Steve..” You murmur, helping him stand up. “Such a good boy for me.” You bring him to the showers.
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Steve rubs his sopping wet pussy along his pink dildo, pulling on his nipples and whimpering like a puppy while you watch him. His eyes are trained on your lower half as he watches you get off to him. Everything feels good, his pussy, his nipples, your gaze…but now that he's gotten a taste of it, he just wants your cock now. He wants to be good for you though, so he'll keep going as long as you want.
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Y-Yes, Daddy pt. 2
stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader
Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”
Warnings: 18+!!! SMUT HEAVY, with some plot, edging, daddy kink, mommy kink, public sex???, explicit language, dom!Shuri, switch!Riri, switch! reader, breeding kink, rope bunny shit?, slight bdsm, squirting, oral sex (reader and Shuri receiving), rough sex, slight degrading, praise kink as always, brat!Riri, brat tamer!reader/Shuri, probably so many that I missed...
Word Count: 7.7k+
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A/N: THIS IS FILTHY...lmao enjoy!
Riri was staring a heat so intense into the back of your head, you could feel it. You felt the burning move south, from your head down the nape of your neck, straight to the plumpness that swayed with every step you took.
Ahead of you, Shuri watched your hips rock. Her eyes were glued on you, begging you to look up at her. Riri’s gaze was begging you to turn around. You didn’t respond to either; your stride quickened as you walked past the princess and out of reach of the smaller stud.
“Why she acting like she ain’t see us?” Riri approaches Shuri, the question falling from her lips.
“She probably didn’t see you, fun-size. But I know she seen me.” A mix of emotions overtakes the Wakandan at that moment. Did they do something to offend you? Upset you?
Riri lets the insult roll off her back. She was too concerned with whatever was going on with you. “So if she seen you, why she walk right past you?”
“I don’t know, baby. We gon find out?”
Poor Ri was spiraling with worry. She liked you; she really liked you. They both did. It didn’t take much for the little genius to figure they did something wrong. You three had been in such a good place these past couple of weeks. This switch around was so sudden.
“Hell yeah, nigga.”
Shuri sat in your desk chair, legs spread. Her back rested against the curve of the seat, hands rested in the crotch of her sweatpants. While her thin leg flexed with a bounce, the silver grill in her mouth glistened with the suck of her teeth. “She was supposed to be here by now, Ri.”
Riri was spread across your bed on her back, feet kicked up in the air and phone in hand. “Nigga, I know this. You know this. Fuck you want me to do about it?”
“I want you to stop calling me that, first of fucking all.”
“No. Nigga. And we wouldn’t be sitting here wondering where she was if you wasn’t hesitating to give her your little kimoyo beads.”
“This right here is why I was hesitant. I don’t think she serious bout fucking with us. I’m not giving my tech to any ole body.” The pace in Shuri’s leg quickened. She didn’t believe the shit coming out her mouth, but she’d convinced herself that you were gonna come in and dump them. Could you dump them? She and Riri talked about making it official, but they hadn’t yet. No time felt like the right time.
You unlocked the door to your dorm room with the weight of the world on your shoulders. The last thing you were expecting was to see Riri and Shuri there, making themselves at home.
Shuri’s chocolate-colored eyes looked delicious as they pierced into you. Riri’s mocha orbs felt just as intense.
“Hey, usana. Welcome home.” Shuri’s voice was daunting; it sounded anything but welcoming.
“H-hey, Shuri. Ri. What are yall doing here? How yall get in?” The heavy ass bag on your shoulders thudded to the ground with an audible sound. Riri winced at the weight you must’ve been carrying around all day. Her demeanor towards you softened as she sat upright.
“You gave me the spare, baby-” Riri’s words were so sweet, a stark contrast to the pissed-off royal.
“Yiza apha, y/n.” Shuri’s hands beckoned you toward her, those beautiful brown eyes still staring at you harshly.
Your brows bore the question your mouth couldn’t. “Come here,” she repeated with a low growl from the back of her throat.
The hesitation in your steps was evident. On the tips of your toes, you made your way to Shuri in slow motion. When you got close enough for her to reach, the princess held out her hand, guiding you the rest of the way until you were seated in her lap and your feet no longer touched the floor.
Her long tender fingers traced along your jawline, touching you so tenderly. You melting into her hold was involuntary, but more than welcome. A sweet sigh escaped you; you knew these girls, your girls, would take care of you after such a long day.
When your eyes flutter shut, Shuri’s tender touch becomes rough. The gentle tracing along your chin turns into a tight grip. Your head tilts to the side under Shuri’s guide until your lips are inches away from hers.
You lean forward, yearning to close the gap between the two of you, but Shuri’s grasp holds you in place.
“Open your eyes, usana.” Her whisper is low enough for only you to hear and when you obey, you get a sight full of hurt in the royal’s gaze. Darkness swims in her ducts, tears threatening the brim.
“You don’t want us?”
Her question catches you off guard and you feel your heart stutter. “W-what?”
She doesn’t answer you, dropping her hold on your face. You turn to see Riri’s expression just as dreary. “You guys think I don’t want you?”
Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”
Shit… Your bottom lip rolls into your mouth while your brain wracks for an excuse or two. Riri pushes off the bed, chains ringing together when her feet hit the floor. In two steps, she’s standing above you. Her thumb runs across your mouth slowly, seductively. You gasp when she pulls your lip out of your mouth. “Answer her.”
Even angry, the two girls ooze a sexiness beyond belief. “I-I, um.”
“Use your words,” Riri speaks again. Shuri sits back, enjoying the sight of her Ri taking the lead.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you guys.”
Shuri’s hands squeeze around your hips, adjusting you in her lap so you’re straddling her. “Then why’d you ignore us, y/n?”
“Shuri, I-”
Her raised brows cut you off before her words do. “Do you want this, y/n? Do you want us? You wanna make this official?”
You don’t need a single second to think before you respond. “Yes, I want this, I absolutely want this. I want you, both of you.” And it was the truth. Shuri and Riri were all that was on your mind for weeks, either at the same time or the two of them separately. Either way, you wanted them all to yourself.
Shuri’s attempt at hiding her smirk fails, miserably. “Good, then you know how to address me.”
You feel your own smile spread, your tense muscles relaxing at her change in demeanor.
“Daddy,” You start again. Shuri hums in approval and nods her head for you to continue.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you two. We been kicking it, having a good time, right?” You sound so small.
“Yeah, in the safety of one of our dorms. Why we gotta hide your pretty ass?” Riri stays in the lead, hands running up and down your sides.
“Because it's tons of bitches who want y’all and I’m not trying to be thrown in the middle of that.”
“Who gives a damn about them?” Shuri’s sudden outburst makes you jump in her arms, while Riri rubs her soothing touch in an attempt to calm you.
“Nigga, hush. I got this.” The explicit girl turns towards you. “Who gives a damn about them?”
Shuri’s eyes roll, but she stays quiet.
“I do, Ri. I’m not trying to get my ass jumped over you two fine asses. We can just keep what we got going on hush and be at peace.”
The intelligent princess laughs underneath you. “Jumped? Baby, nobody’s touching a pretty hair on your pretty head.”
“Yeah, baby, I wish a bitch would.”
“Shut up, Ri. All they gotta do is take your step stool and you defenseless.”
“Nigga, I been letting you take little jabs here and there all damn day-”
“And I keep telling you bout calling me that slur. Imma wash your mouth out with soap.”
The two of them argue back and forth as if you weren’t seated between them. With Shuri’s head leaned back and her attention on Riri, her bare neck was exposed to you and before you could think about it, your tongue was tracing the cocoa-colored skin.
“Ri, you gonna get bent over my-shittt, baby.”
You lift your head, lashes fluttering innocently. “So, what? Y’all gonna protect my little ass?”
Shuri’s hands are gripping your backside harshly. “There ain’t nothing little ‘bout it.” Her grill flashes at you and you long to feel the cool metal against your-
Riri’s calloused hands snake around your body, one at your throat and the other on your tits. She uses her hold on your neck to throw your head back until your eyes meet hers. “Yeah, baby. We gon protect you.”
“Promise?”
The smile your words pull from the small girl is contagious. “Yes, baby girl. I promise.”
Shuri is still focused on your behind when you turn back to her. “Promise, Shuri?”
“Isithembiso, usana (Promise, baby). Can I taste you now?”
Shuri finds your laughter so intoxicating. She feels the air around her thin as the sound rings out of you. “I got one more question first, Shuri.”
You’re purposefully dismissing her title every time you address her, knowing the punishment for your disobedience would later be delicious.
“What is it, usana?”
“Y’all gonna want a bunch of pda now? I ain’t ready for all that. We don’t even gotta do that couple shit in public at all.”
Mischief dances behind Shuri’s eyes when she makes contact with Riri’s. “Pda like what, my love? Pda like this?”
Her long, tattooed fingers slide between your two bodies, brushing past your clothed core so lightly, you shudder.
“Or pda like this?” Riri rasps as she brings her lips down to the back of your neck, kissing gently.
“Or,” Shuri’s touch traces back up until her lengthy phalanges wrap around the entirety of your throat. “Pda like the way you bout to be punished? You want that shit on display?”
She squeezes a bit and you can feel your pussy growing wet at the feel. “You want everyone on campus to see the way your pussy bout to get spanked? How you bout to cum until you’re begging to stop?”
As crazy as it is, the thought brings forth an unholy moan from you.
“Oh, you into that shit?” Shuri taunts you, ready to watch you come apart in her lap.
“Yeah, daddy. I might be,” is your breathy response while your thighs beg to squeeze together to ease the pressure the girls have built within you.
“Is that what you want? Me to ease in between these thick ass thighs with an audience?”
Riri kisses down the back of your neck gently, her tongue tracing the very spots her lips just touched as she makes her way back up to your ear. Her teeth grazing it cause you to yelp and underneath her warm breath, you sink further into Shuri’s touch.
“Well, if that’s what you want, baby, that’s what you ain’t getting.”
Her words jolt you. “Wait, Ri. What?”
The smaller girl ignores your shock. “Let’s go, Shuri.”
Even Shuri is taken aback. “Let’s go?”
Riri’s head nod is sharp as it points Shuri towards the door. “I didn’t stutter.”
With a far-too-gentle kiss on your lips, the princess lifts you from her lap and stands to leave. Riri takes a tender step toward you, preparing to part ways with her own goodbye kiss.
“I like you a lot, y/n. I don’t say that shit to just anybody. But I wanna like you in public. I’m tired of keeping you in the dark, man. I don’t got shit to hide, baby and I got an artillery full of shit if a bitch wanna try you.”
She pecks your lips in between her words.
“So whenever you ready for that, we right here. A’ight?”
Her steps away from you feel like betrayal and before you can speak, she and Shuri are out the door.
“Y’know you not gonna be able to resist her long, right?” Shuri digs her hands into her pockets as she and Riri walk away from your room.
“Nah, I know. But it’ll be fun watching her get all pent up while I try.”
Their denial of you goes beyond the bedroom. When you pass them in the halls and don’t feel their gazes on you, your heart sinks. Day by day, your outfits get riskier and raunchier, and still, they ignore you.
Or so you think. Shuri is well aware of your body and its every movement. The panther’s ears pick up every time your foot grazes the ground, heel to toe. She notices every bounce of your bosom and every quiver from your thighs with each step.
With the passing days, the princess’s patience thins. You looked so good with the way you strutted about campus in a shirt cut way too low and pants that hugged you way too tight. She wasn’t complaining at the fact that she could see every detail of your ass through the jeans that were practically painted onto your frame. She was complaining about the fact that everyone else could also see it.
Denying you also meant denying Shuri, at least for Riri. If she gave in to the persuasive Wakandan, then she would be swayed to give in to you. So while you’d been given restricted access to the girls, Shuri was also being kept at arm’s length.
“I can’t get none from either of my girls?” Shuri was physically pained. She was trying so hard to side with Riri, but she didn’t give a damn whether or not you wanted her at that moment because, my God, the way she wanted you was fierce.
“Nigga, you can’t get none from y/n. You can’t get none from me because you devilish with them fingers and I don’t know how to tell your ass no. I don’t give a damn who you get it from to hold yourself over.”
So Shuri went looking for something to hold her over. The pretty broad standing in front of her wasn’t shit compared to you or Riri. She couldn’t even hold a good enough conversation to keep the princess’s attention.
Shuri was trying hard to not look bored. She had to try even harder to not cringe when the girl leaned in so her breasts brushed against Shuri’s stomach. Her hands reached up to tug on the white-gold chain dangled around Shuri’s tattooed neck.
The royal didn’t bother hiding her eyes when they wandered to you, entering the caf. Look over, she begged silently. Just glance at her and give her an excuse to leave this chick’s touch.
You couldn’t read minds, but your obedience made Shuri smile. When your eyes rested on hers, taking in her figure, and the hands that grazed against it, you’d reached your limit. Shuri loved the way you looked, walking over to her, anger etched across your beautiful face.
You hadn’t thought this through. What were you gonna do when you approached her?
“S-Shuri.” The chime of your voice was music to her ears, especially when you spoke her name so gingerly.
“Y/n,” she returned in her low rasp. The girl that stood between you was clearly annoyed. Who the hell were you to be interrupting her precious Shuri time?
Your pretty, manicured hand reached out to grasp the thin white tee Shuri bore. “Can we talk?” It was more a command than a request, especially when you dragged her away by her collar and out of the grasp of the girl who didn’t stand a chance.
The corner by the back doors of the caf didn’t offer nearly enough privacy. You could feel several eyes on you and Shuri as you made your way to the semi-discreet space.
“Who is she?” You kept your voice low enough so that only Shuri could hear. Her expression towards you was amused and it only pissed you off more.
Shuri didn’t speak. She couldn’t; far too entranced with every feature of your face. Your lips were poised into a plump pout and it took every ounce of self-control she had to not lean in and bite them. The way your eyes were so round, so needy as they looked up at her grabbed at her heart and refused to let go.
“Shuri? Who is she?” Your fingers snapping in her face brought her attention back to the forefront.
“She’s nobody,” Shuri responded with a slick lick to her lips. “You look good, baby.”
Her compliment didn’t go unheard and the dark scarlet hue they brought to your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. “She didn’t look like nobody. You just let nobody grab on you like that?”
The Wakandan was mute again.
“Shuri, I’m tired of playing these games.”
“What games?”
Your frustration was visible now and you didn’t know whether to express it through tears or through screams.
When you stomped your foot instead, Shuri’s stifled laughter was almost grounding for you.
“These games, Shuri. I don’t want you to keep ignoring me. I want you. You and Riri. Publicly, privately, whichever, I don’t care. I want you. I don’t want nobodies touching on you in the way I should be. In fact, how about I go rip ‘nobody’s’ tracks out for staring at me like she is, BITCH WHAT'S UP?” You couldn’t fight, but with the mix of emotions swimming amongst you, the threat makes its way out, loud enough for the broad who had Shuri’s attention before to scoff.
Shuri knew you couldn’t take a punch and she didn’t feel like throwing any to defend your mouth. Her hands grazed up and down your arms. “A’ight, baby girl. Enough of that. Look at me, look at me, baby.”
Your eyes burned a fierce fire when they finally reach Shuri’s. “You want me, y/n?”
“Yeah, Shuri. I want you.”
That delicious grill gleamed at you when her lips parted into a smile. “Show me, then.”
Without a second thought, with no hesitation, your lips crash into hers. In front of everyone, even the girl who thought she had a chance, you slip your tongue into Shuri’s mouth and let your hands slip up her shirt to grip and scratch down her abs.
Mmhm, Shuri moans from deep in her throat. “Baby, baby,” she calls, separating herself from you. “I know I said I’d fuck you in front of an audience, but I didn’t have the caf in mind.”
Your eyes roll at her playful words. “Fine, then. Where’s Ri?”
Her long arms snake around your waist and pull your body into hers. “I don’t know. I look like Riri’s keeper?”
“Yes, actually. I know she got them little beads. Where she at?”
Shuri’s body recoils. “Little beads? My advanced technology isn’t just some ‘little beads.’ I created tech that isn’t even fathomable to you Americans-”
“Until I get a bracelet, I don’t care. Where’s Ri?”
The princess looks ready to lecture you. With a lift of her wrist and a couple of grumbles, she pulls up a hologram of the campus map. On it is a small red dot, moving through the courtyard.
You turn to slip out the back doors and avoid the dozens of eyes piercing you from every direction. Shuri’s hand claps your ass with a jiggle before you walk off and she bites her lips at the sight. The only thing crossing her mind is the way it’s going to shake tonight when she bends you over.
Riri’s back is facing you when you catch up to her. She stops for a moment to glance at her phone with a frown and you take the chance to slip your arms around her neck.
“Hey, mamas.”
Your voice brings a smile from the small girl as she turns towards you. “What’s up, y/n?”
“I want you.”
“You want me?” Riri’s confusion is evident.
Your head full of curls bounces when you nod. “I want you. I want you to be mine and I wanna be yours. All that cute shit.”
“I imagined this shit would be more romantic.”
When you suck your teeth and shake your head, your curls sway even more and Riri bites her lip at the sight. She had been missing you so bad these past few days. To be honest, she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to last. The girl with an iron heart was ready to tap out.
So when the urge to kiss you overtakes her, she doesn’t ignore it. It only takes a second for Riri to pull you close and bring your lips together. You sigh deeply at the gesture. Oh, how you’d missed these lips.
Behind you, the gentle tickle of a hand draws a moan from your distracted lips. “A’ight now, not too much without me.” Shuri’s touch is lighter than her words. The sight the three of you must’ve been in the middle of the courtyard for all to see.
Riri pulls away, dropping her hands from your hips. “You got any more classes today, baby?”
“I had one, but I’m kind of willing to skip it…”
“How about you don’t skip it and go get the education you paying for?” Shuri asks, her long, slender fingers still drawing shapes into your exposed back.
The sound of your teeth sucking against your lips pulls Shuri’s hand from your back and lands it at your throat. “Chill on that disrespect, baby. I been adding up your punishments in my head. You already in the double digits.”
You’re frozen in place by her quick movements and slick threats. Your nod in compliance earns you a peck on your nose and a dismissive ‘good girl’. “Get to class. We’ll see you after.”
Shuri and Riri hang behind, watching you with no shame as you stray away from them. They’re practically drooling at the sight of your swaying hips and your gravity-defying ass.
They watch in silence until you’re no longer in view. Shuri turns to her short girl. “So you done denying me now, Ri?”
“You miss me that bad?”
“Yeah, I did. Had slimy bitches touching on me cuz you wanna fuck around.”
The two girls fall in step together, walking close enough that their arms are brushing. “Nigga, you the one that went out looking for another bitch. That shit fall on you.”
“You told me to!”
“And you listened? C’mon, Princess. I thought you was smarter than that. You know where home is.”
Shuri bites her lips at Ri’s words, letting her walk slightly ahead, watching her cheeks rise and fall with her steps. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then bring your dumbass home.”
Out of the three, you were the only one without a roommate. How you’d managed to swing that, you had no idea, but it meant your dorm was the spot for all of your secret rendezvous. This time was no exception, however, you weren’t participating.
Your statistics class dragged on and you didn’t anticipate the surprise awaiting you behind that closed door. With a click of the lock, you were welcomed with a delicious sight.
Riri sat in your desk chair this time, legs spread. Shuri’s curly head was buried between them, lapping as if her life depended on it while Riri moaned loud and proud.
“You bitches started without me?”
Your words were low compared to the noise Riri was making, but of course, the panther’s ears caught them. With a kiss to Ri’s clit that made her shudder, Shuri stood and approached you.
Her long arm reached to shut the door fully behind you and lift your heavy bag from your shoulders. Then, with movements so quick, you barely caught them, she had you pressed against the closed door by your neck. “Repeat that, baby. I don’t think Riri heard you.”
The fear caused by her swiftness evaporated into moans that filled the air around you. Your hesitation made Shuri squeeze just a bit harder, knowing you could take it. “Go on,” she said slowly as her free hand moved to unbutton the jeans from around your waist and slip her hand in.
“Say it again.” Her fingers moved harshly and rapidly to your clit, giving you no time to prepare. She squeezed the little bud and slipped past it, throwing two fingers so deep into your wet cunt that you arched under her touch.
“Repeat yourself, y/n.”
“I-I said y-you started without m-me, oh, fuck, Shuri.” She was so deep, moving so fast, so close to coaxing you to your first orgasm in weeks.
A third finger pushes against your walls and you welcome it graciously. “That’s not what you said, baby. What did you call us? C’mere, Ri. You gonna like this.”
Riri approaches slowly, still naked from the waist down. Her pussy is soaked, so much so that the wetness runs down her inner thighs. “What did you call us?”
Shuri’s fingers pick up inhumane speeds and you can feel yourself splashing and squeezing around her.
“You squeeze me so damn good, baby. Now be a good girl. Repeat yourself.”
Your voice is practically a whisper. “Bitches,” you moan quietly. “I-I said you bitches started w-without me. Fuck, Shuri, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Shuri kisses your lips with faux gentleness. “Oh, baby, no you not.”
A long whine escapes you when she pulls her fingers from your heat and you feel your impending orgasm subside. The sight of her throwing those same fingers into her mouth to suck on your taste makes your body quiver.
“I’m sorry-” your attempt to apologize for your words is laughable.
“You in too deep now, y/n, baby,” Riri mumbles against your neck, tugging on the hem of your shirt until it’s lifted above your head and thrown in the corner. Your pants are next and she can’t stop her brows from jumping to the top of her face when you turn up pantiless underneath.
“Oh,” she chuckles dryly. “Oh, a’ight.”
Shuri walks back over to wrap her arms underneath your thighs and lifts you with ease. She throws you onto your bed with a bounce and stands back in awe of your perfect body.
“Safeword. Cuz you gonna need it.”
Oh, fuck. “Um, red.”
“Red?” Shuri questions.
Riri smiles at your bouncing curls with the bob of your head. “My favorite color.”
“I know.” You bite your lip at the girl, hoping and praying she would be your saving grace.
“Okay, red then. Same for you, Ri?”
“Yeah, just make it red all around. Why I need a safe word, though?”
“Cuz you don’t know how to address me by my name either.” The bed sinks with Shuri’s added weight as she sits straddling you.
“Nigga, I’m not calling you daddy.”
“I didn’t ask you to. It’s that damn slur you keep throwing around.”
Before Riri can respond, Shuri grabs at the string behind your bed that draws the blinds. The room brightens as the sunlight washes over it. Three floors down, the campus is crawling with bodies going to and fro without a care in the world.
“What the hell are you doing?” Riri voices the very question you were about to ask.
Shuri’s stare down at you shakes your core. She gathers both your hands in one of hers and holds them above your head. With a quick knot, your wrists are bound together by the thin string, pinning you in place and keeping the blinds up.
Riri’s question goes unanswered when Shuri takes her hands and separates your thighs. Your wet pussy is so pink, so pretty, glistening at Riri, summoning her.
“You been wanting this shit for days, right Ri? C’mon, baby. Come taste.”
The way Riri licks her lips at the sight of you, so exposed, so vulnerable, and unable to do a damn thing about it. She’s practically drooling as she makes her way over and the bed shifts again with her added weight.
Before her tongue touches you, her fingers do and they drag down your core at an agonizing pace. When she grazes your slit, she nearly slips right in due to the wetness that runs from you. Your moan is deep and both girls grow wetter at the sounds you make.
Riri pops her finger in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and her eyes roll back at your taste. The very taste she’s craved every night for many nights. Her head dips between your thighs and at the flick of her tongue against your clit, your hands pull at the string restricting them, wanting so badly to grip the back of her head and push her deeper.
Her tongue traces a teasing trail over both of your puffy lips before dipping into your slit, curving and getting a mouthful of your taste. Riri’s tongue was a sinful thing and the way she used it was an even greater sin.
The way she lapped and licked made you writhe against your restrictions. Shuri’s long, thin fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs, prying them apart. The more you moaned, the more Ri slurped. Her sounds were so lewd and your body reacted just as expected.
“Lube her up, Ri. She gon need to be nice and wet for me,” Shuri’s voice was breathy, her own pussy growing wet at the noises you and Riri were making. Ri’s hum in confirmation shook your inner core, pulling you closer to the edge.
“Shit, shit, Ri, baby, hold on,” Your pleas were slurred, the intoxication and affection mixing like a cocktail in your veins. Too bad your words meant nothing to the girl and her task at hand. Your pussy was her drug and she wanted to experience a levitating high.
Your poor cunt was soaked; Riri’s cheeks glistened in your slick. Her tongue flattened against your swollen clit, her pretty brown lips kissing on your pretty brown ones. The warmth of her mouth grew the fire in you the moment she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked. Your orgasm leaked from your sex, your legs quivering and shaking like an earthquake.
“Ooh, cum on her face, y/n. Be a good girl,” Shuri’s rasps were full of praise and Riri refused to separate from your cunt, the wetness coating her face and collecting in a pool underneath you.
“That’s my good girl,” Shuri’s praises drawled on, drowned under the screech of your gasps and moans. “Ahh, fuck, Ri, shit, shit. That’s go-good, ma, I-I’m good,” your stutters were weak; your orgasm subsided, and yet, Riri still refused to let you escape her mouth. Not until she decided you were finished. Your hips wiggled, and your thighs vibrated, trying so hard to escape Ri’s tongue and catch your breath.
Of course, she couldn’t part without a sultry goodbye kiss to your center. “That pretty pussy.” Her voice was low when she finally sat up, pulling the hem of her shirt up to wipe her mouth dry.
Your muscles finally relaxed and the ache in your shoulders became evident. “Shuri, can you untie me? Please?”
The panther slips from behind you and off the bed, pulling the clothes from her oh-so-sexy body, piece by piece. Her rough hands caress your cheeks, cupping your chin and bringing your face to hers. “Oh, usana. No.”
“No?” Right below your window, campus was roaring with a sea of people. All they had to do was look up…
Riri climbs behind you, rubbing soothing shapes into your bareback with her nails. The action draws a hiss from you and her hands wander to your front, mimicking the shapes on your stomach. Her fingers crawl up to your breasts and there they stay, toying with the piercings adorning your nipples. “You so pretty. I ever tell you that, y/n, baby?”
A deep moan precedes your words. “All the time, ma.”
“She is so pretty, isn’t she? And she gon be so fucking pretty with my cock hilt deep in her.”
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Shuri stood in front of you, only wearing her boxers. A monster of a cock is strapped to her toned thighs, ready to be buried into you. She bore a delicious smirk at your widened eyes. Even Riri’s eyes grew a few sizes.
“Shuri, what the fuck?”
“What, ma? What’s the problem?”
Riri hesitates at the pet name, though you catch the groan it brings from the back of her throat. “Your first time strapping her and you choose that one?”
Your curious eyes look up at the girl still playing with your bosom. “You’ve taken that one before?” You dart your gaze back to Shuri. “You’ve fucked her with that?”
Shuri steps closer, allowing you to see the detailed purple veins pulsing in the faux dick. “Once or twice.”
“She take it?”
“Like a fucking champ,” Shuri’s answer was littered with moans at the flashback of Riri bouncing on her.
Your heart races when you spread your legs just a little further. “Then I can take it.”
The princess reaches the bed at this point, crawling towards you on all fours. Her curls hide her darkened eyes and the muscles in her upper arms and neck flex with each movement. She truly looked like a panther stalking its prey. “Oh, you can take it, baby?”
She rose to her knees, eyes baring into yours as she did. “You not gon run from me? You gon let me punish this pretty pussy?” Her hand rose to administer a slap to your cunt, one that caused you to squeeze your thighs together. Pain and ecstasy swam through you and your head fell back against Riri’s shoulder at the feeling.
“Nah, baby, see? That’s already a problem for me. Aye, Ri?”
“Wassup?”
Shuri leaned forward until her lips were brushing against
Riri’s. The smaller girl closed the gap, crashing their mouths together into a heated kiss. Their tongues fought against one another, neither willing to relinquish dominance. Finally, Shuri pulled away, leaving Riri gasping and a thin string of spit still connecting them. “Hold her open for me?”
Riri’s nod was absent-minded. “I got you.”
Shuri came eye to eye with you and lined herself up with your center. “You gon be a good girl?”
She brushed her tip against your slit, coating it in your wetness. “Y-yes, shit. Yes, imma be good.”
She chuckled dryly at your response. “You already fucking up, baby. C’mon, you know better. Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy,” Your voice was small with anticipation.
“Yes, what?” Shuri repeated, lining up with your center and bracing herself, a hand on either side of your thigh.
“Yes, daddy.”
Her forehead rested against yours, her voice low and raspy. “One more time, usana.”
“Yes, da-oh, fuck!”
Shuri pushed into you mid-sentence. The thrust was supposed to be hard, she wanted you to take her entirely all at once. The way your pussy gripped around her shaft threw her plans straight out the window behind you. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”
“Y-you can feel me? How-”
“The strap, baby. Vibranium,” Riri mumbles in your ear. Her eyes can’t be torn away from the sight before her. Shuri pushes deeper into you, your moans mixing into a beautiful melody that Riri can’t get enough of.
The Wakandan’s chest heaves. Her arms feel like they’re going to collapse from under her; the sensation of your pussy, the way you’re squeezing her, can be felt throughout her whole body. Riri reaches around you, grabbing Shuri’s hips and pulling them forward. You both almost melt.
“What you hesitating for? Fuck her,” Ri’s impatient words fill the princess’s ears and all Shuri can do is nod. She pulls out of you, catching her breath for a moment and allowing you to do the same. You don’t get any warning before she’s back in it, thrusting and gasping louder than you.
Each thrust pushes the cock the size of a forearm even further until your little cunt swallows the whole thing. “Shit,” you squeal, high-pitched and piercing the air. Shuri’s hands gravitate to the spot where your thighs meet your hips and they latch on, keeping her up while she pumps you.
“S-so good, baby. You’re taking me so good.”
Words don’t form, though you tell them to. “Don’t get quiet on me now, baby. You got so much mouth on you. Tell me how it feels. T-tell me how good I feel.”
Shuri’s vulgar words are met with only moans. Her pumps are deep and slow, sultry. The tip of her thick cock digs at your cervix. Your thighs are screaming at you to close them, your arms begging you to let them down. All you can do is scream back.
It only takes two more pumps before your moans reach octaves that no human should reach. Your breathing draws closer together and Riri can see the wetness beginning to pour out of you. “She coming, Shuri.”
“A-already? Not so soon, baby. Hold it.”
There she go again with that ‘hold it’ shit.
Though this time, you did try. You clenched around her, begging your orgasm to wait. You didn’t need any more reason to be punished.
Shuri’s eyes rolled back at the feel of you tightening around her even further. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, baby girl.”
“I-I can’t h-hold it.” You sounded like an incoherent drunk. Neither girl acknowledged your words because they couldn’t understand them. The sound of skin slapping soon turned into the sound of splashing around Shuri’s cock. The sheets flooded beneath the three of you. The extra slick allowed Shuri’s thrusts to become more fluent and they just picked up speed.
Your wet pussy begged for a break, but your mouth couldn’t form a sentence. Shuri’s, however, could. “You taking this shit so good baby. Yeah, yeah take this dick. Lemme watch, lemme see that fat pussy around my cock.”
“Damn, Shuri,” Riri gasped at her vulgarity, squeezing her own thigh’s together as her wet pussy ached for some kind of contact.
“Lemme fuck you, baby. Lemme see that hole swallow this thick cock. It’s so damn wet y/n, your creamy ass pussy squeezing me like that. You hear that shit? You hear how fucking wet you are?”
Shuri was so fucking close. Her ego was massive at the waterfall your cunt continuously produced. The sound of her hips slapping yours, of your drenched pussy, it was music to her fucking ears. Your moans fed her and she was insatiable.
“Imma cum in this pussy, y/n. Fuck, baby. That okay? I can fill your pretty pussy to the brim and watch it all leak back out?”
“Y- c-can’t geh m- p-pregnant, r-right?” Shuri laughed at your slurs. She was sky high knowing she had fucked you drunk, had you fucking stupid over her cock.
“Nah, baby. N-Nah, but y-you take me so good, I kinda wish I could.”
“T-then fi-me up, daddy,” You were barely coherent, but Shuri understood you well enough to know that you’d given her the okay. Her thrusts were beyond sloppy at this point. There was no rhythm, no method to her madness, but they still dug deep into you. “Uhh,” her groans prepared you for the warmth that filled your cunt after. Shuri’s cum poured into you, surrounding the thick toy that was still buried between your walls, and god, it was so much.
The cock twitched within you, emptying her seed into your pussy
and she pulled out of you with a delicious squelch. The cum she emptied so deep in you pooled out in a slow river from your center, collecting onto your already-wet sheets.
“Shit,” Shuri gasped at the sight, catching her breath. “You took that so fucking good, baby. And it won’t be the last time you take my dick.”
Mhm was the last thing you hummed before your eyes fluttered closed. The feel of hands around your wrists reopened them just as your body fell back into Riri, finally free of its restraints. “You good, baby?”
“I-I’m good, daddy.”
The burning in your arms and legs finally began to go away as your body relaxed in Riri’s warmth.
Shuri tapped the small girl’s thighs. “Ri, c’mere, baby.”
Riri must’ve been feeling hella good today because she obeyed almost too easily. She climbed from beneath you, laying your body on the wet mattress below.
“My turn?” Ri asked, moving around your body and laying her cheek against your stomach. Your hand gravitated to her head, fingers tracing the spaces between her cornrows.
“Ewe, usana (Yes, baby).” Shuri brought her hand down hard to clasp Riri’s ass, causing her to hiss between those pretty teeth. “Come on, phezulu (up). You know how I like you.”
Riri met your gaze with a wink before she brought her hips up, throwing her round behind in the air and allowing Shuri full access.
Watching Shuri align her strap with Riri’s opening was entrancing. Your hand stayed on Riri’s head and her fingers dug into your sides when Shuri finally pushed the thick piece into her. The toy was still covered in your slick, allowing the panther to shove the lubed device in its entirety into the poor girl.
Her pumps were merciless and deep, throwing Riri’s little body forward into yours. If you were pretty being stuffed full of cock, Riri was fucking gorgeous. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘O’ and those big, round eyes refused to peel away from yours.
Shuri was a rough lover and the way she fucked displayed every bit of that. Riri’s poor pussy was bound to be sore the next day, but right now, it was in heaven. Shuri’s fingers gripped at Ri’s hips, steadying herself and pulling Ri’s body to meet hers.
“Throw that shit back on me, Ri, baby. Show y/n how fucking good you take it. Yeah, show her how good you get fucked.”
Riri’s bottom lip was tucked away between her teeth. She’d take Shuri’s dick any day; happily taunting her in public and getting fucked into filth in private. But you switched up their dynamic. She wasn’t about to bitch beneath Shuri, not in front of you. She was ma, mamas, or mami (spelled with an I to be exact) if you were feeling her. Shuri needed to chill on this ‘baby’ shit.
Shuri took Ri’s silence as a challenge. Her thrusts grew harder, pounding and bruising Riri’s cervix as you watched. “You not gon talk to me Ri? Huh?”
Riri was taking each pump like a champ. Her ass shook every time Shuri’s hips came in contact with it. You ran your fingers down her cheek and cupped them so gently around her chin. When you pulled her eyes to yours, you saw her hard demeanor crumble as a small moan escaped her. “You gon talk to me then, mamas? Tell me how good it feel. You taking it so good.”
Shuri’s movements stuttered at your words, sultry and low and so fucking sexy. This was a trap and Ri knew it. She shook her head and looked away, more willing to take Shuri in silence than to let her pride evaporate.
Your hand slid even lower, clasping around Riri’s throat like a pretty necklace. “Talk to me, mami. I’m not asking this time.”
A brow climbed the sweaty pather’s face. Your voice, your
movements, shit, they were enough to make her fold.
And Riri did. Her bit lip was released and her stare up at you was pleading. “I-I’m so close, baby.”
“You close, mami?”
Shuri could feel Riri grow even wetter around her. She slipped
in and out so easily, she actually feared she was going too deep.
“Yeah, I’m close. It feel so fucking good.”
“You gon cum?” Your words were pushing Riri to the edge and matched with Shuri’s movements, shit, she wouldn’t last long.
Riri nods, granting her a hard hand coming in contact with her cheeks. “Use your fucking words, Ri.” Shuri is growling now, almost over the edge with her own orgasm.
“I’m gon cum, y/n.”
“You gon let me watch, ma? Lemme see that pussy clench around daddy’s dick? I just wanna see you cream. Make a pretty mess on that dick.”
Riri was already coming before you even finished your sentence. You could see Shuri’s cock disappear within Ri’s walls and come back out coated. Her grip on you tightened, her deep moans rapidly leaving her lips. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m fucking coming. Shuri, baby, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop. Fuck this shit outta me, fuck it all out of me.”
Shuri came at the same time, throwing her head back and slowing her thrusts. You could see her ab muscles twitch as she released deep in Riri’s pussy. Their cum mixed, creating a big, white, creamy mess that soaked your mattress even deeper.
The smaller girl collapsed first, throwing her body on top of yours, gasping for breath. Shuri sat down, resting her back against the wall while she struggled to regulate her breathing. “I-imma need a minute…” Riri’s voice trailed off. You planted a kiss on the top of her forehead while you moved from beneath her.
“Daddy?” Your voice rang out so sweetly.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You got one more nut in you?” You were seated in front of her, hands running up and down her thighs, nails dragging along her skin. Her grill gleamed at you when her lips parted with her smirk. “What you want?”
“I wanna taste.”
Shuri shivered at the thought of your pretty lips around her cock. She imagined what your tongue would feel like licking her and Riri’s cum off her thick shaft. Her “Go ahead” was breathy with anticipation.
Your tongue swiped across your lips before you lowered them onto Shuri’s tip. Her groan encouraged you. The thick toy stretched your mouth the same way they stretched your cunt. With a long slurp, you popped the dick out of your mouth and swallowed the taste of your girls.
“Baby, you wanna close the blinds?”
The three of you had completely forgotten the open window, too caught up in each other’s bodies. The sun had begun setting, so surely, you weren’t as visible before. However, below stood a group of three guys, all totally mesmerized by the show they’d just gotten.
“Ugh men,” you rolled your eyes, lowering your head back to Shuri’s shaft. “Nah, daddy. Let them watch.”
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Hello so I really enjoyed when they tortured there s:o and she became like a doll but could you do. A shu x fem reader like where he realizes she broken like he torturing her then ( he likes to hear her crys and screaming obviously) so suddenly she stopped crying and screaming and he just kept wondering and doing until he realized he broke her
Do you understand what I mean
[I feel as though I’ve written something similar to this (here). However, I do believe I understand the difference! Instead of the after, you want the during, yes? Let’s see if I got it! I hope you all enjoy~!]
Shu Sakamaki x Fem!Reader
(Diabolik Lovers Fanfic)
Everyday felt harder to get through… your throat was sore from the screaming and your heart felt like it’d been overworked in more ways than one…
You couldn’t scream any more now if you wanted, not after months of this… of all the pain he’d given you — the one person you never thought would hurt you, at least, not like this.
You couldn’t even remember the last time he’d given you that gentle and soft caress on your cheek… the one he’d give you when you were both lying around together. You missed the look in his eyes when he’d listen to you talk about something you were excited about. Nothing made you happier than to see those gorgeous blue eyes, it always made your heart melt into a million pieces… and now the sight of them sent a shudder of fear down your entire being.
It was terrifying to know that what would come next was pain.
You missed it when he’d softly brush your skin before biting down, and how he’d kiss you…
Nothing felt more wonderful than to kiss him tenderly, especially to wake him up… to hear his soft chuckle when he’d realized what you were doing.
You missed it, all of it. You missed him.
The man you once knew was gone… and it was a matter of time before you’d realize that…
The door slammed open with a force you recognized. Shu walked in, his earphones in his ears like usual as he walked to you, his eyes reminding you of ice now. He was cold and heartless as he gripped the hair at your crown and yanked it back, exposing your neck to him as he bent down.
His teeth sunk in, a painful sting shooting through your nerves. It wasn’t familiar, this feeling… only something recent, but his fangs use to make you feel the very opposite. His touch and his fangs used to be something you’d seek out, skipping classes and sneaking out of anything unrelated to him to go find him. You were attracted to him like a magnet, and yet… in the end, it wasn’t enough for him.
“Did you miss me?” His voice was something of a more gentle tone than his — now — usual one.
Something was wrong, because if he’d said the words even a day before, you wouldn’t have hesitated to respond, and yet, you didn’t answer.
He frowned now, displeased by your refusal. He bit down on your skin harsher than before, waiting for that same wince he’d gotten just yesterday from you, but nothing came.
Your eyes didn’t move from their spot on his shoulder, and it was strange… You could feel the pain he gave you, but you couldn’t feel it. It was almost as though your body could, but your mind couldn’t, and for a moment, things felt a bit peaceful.
Things were perfect now, right?
This could all work. Shu could do as he pleased and you could stay like this… like what felt like… a million miles away from him, from what he was doing to you…
In a way it made you pleased, but you couldn’t even feel that. You felt nothing.
And it didn’t bother you.
Shu stood up, winding his arm back as the back of his hand made contact with your cheek, and nothing left your mouth. Your throat could finally become better now, it could heal.
This was good, right?
Shu clenched his fists, taking a step closer, his eyes watching you with an intent he hadn’t for a long time.
You didn’t flinch.
You weren’t doing anything.
He could hear your heartbeat, so what was this?
He lifted your face up to meet his, and he saw what you’d been feeling; nothing. Your eyes looked right past him, like he wasn’t even there. The conclusion alone had his emotions spike to anger, and he grabbed your throat tightly, looking between your eyes for any response.
Nothing.
Shu’s grip faltered, like something had clicked in his brain.
“Hey,” he said more gently than usual, gulping as he waited for a response. “Answer me,” he said sternly, catching himself and softening his tone in the slightest.
Your heart was beating slowly, almost too slow for the rate it needed to work for the lack of blood in your system.
Shu let go of your throat and took off his earphones, kneeling in front of you, a panic in his voice now. “Hey! Why won’t you answer me?” his voice broke at the end, and the tears in his eyes began to flow.
It was a strange sight to see, Shu crying, and yet… it was almost like none of it was happening. You weren’t there.
You weren’t there…
Shu wiped his tears and held your face gently between his palms, a touch he’d kept from you for months. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones, and if he’d only given you this same touch a day ago… you may have melted at his fingertips.
Perhaps you’d have even looked at him as if he’d never done you any wrong. You would’ve reassured him with all your heart that you were his, that you wanted him just as much…
You would have forgiven him in a heartbeat.
His forehead pressed against yours, looking into your eyes and looking for the girl he’d lost slowly without even realizing. His breathing quickened and his arms slid around your waist.
You would’ve given anything to have been held like that again, and now that he had, you couldn’t feel a thing.
Shu hugged you tightly to his chest, gently and with the loving embrace he used to give you… it was everything you had ever wanted… everything you begged for so desperately at the beginning of all this.
You remembered your pleas, and your screams, and your confessions of undying love for him. You remembered it all, and it was only now he was realizing what he’d lost.
A love he would never have again…
Why did it have to take losing you for him to realize how simple your love was? Could he not tell from the way you looked at him adoringly? Or the way your eyes would look so in love simply from the thought of him?
Why couldn’t he love you right the first time?
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TRUST IN HER
warnings: riri gets a lil jealous sometimes. its outta love though. a lil bit of drinking/"clubbing". riri is ready to fight for you. comfort (thats towards the end tho so)
paring: Riri x you
word count: 720
a/n: i might start only writing short stuff from now on just cause they easier tbh cs ion like writing sumn and it takes me like two weeks to finish
not proof read
Riri loved you. You knew she loved you. Half the time, she let jealousy speak for her instead of her words. But, she knew when to let things go and when to act on them. She knows you, you know her. She trusts you, you trust her with your life.
"Where you going?" Riri asks, leaning on the door frame to you guys' bedroom.
You look at her through your vanity mirror, hiding your smile. "Out, baby. Shuri's having a lil get-together later and she invited me."
"So, ion get no invite?"
"No, because then you'll get jealous and fight somebody if they stare at me for too long or some shit."
"There's somethin' wrong with that now?"
You chuckle and finish putting your lashes on. "Yes, Rianna."
"Rianna?" She moves closer. "That's my name now?"
"I'm not callin' you Riri when you tryna play wit me." You put your lipgloss on and look at yourself in the mirror. You look good and you know it.
"You look good, mama," Riri says, coming behind you and kissing your head. "You sure you don't want me coming with you?"
"So you can beat the hell outta some nigga that look at me the wrong way?" You laugh, "Nah, Ion want no drama tonight, but if you promise to behave then you can come with me."
You see her smile. "Aight, I'ma behave."
"Good." She kisses your cheek and goes to the bathroom to get ready.
You take your shot, making sure it was your last because you didn't wanna be drunk, before looking over at Riri. "Baby, I'ma go find Shuri, alright? You good on your own?"
"I'm good, mama." You smile and kiss her lips before leaving.
Riri watches you walk away and orders herself another drink. She sees wondering eyes but she keeps her cool. She's dressed in an all-white suit, she's not about to mess it up over some bitches who can't keep they eyes to themselves.
Riri sees you a few minutes later, sitting in a booth with Shuri and a few of your other friends. She doesn't interrupt. She knows you're here for Shuri so she lets you be. That is until she sees a dude sitting next to you.
He's too close.
Riri drinks slowly, her eyes trained on you. Who does this guy think he is? I mean, Riri can practically hear him from the bar. He's loud. She knows you're overwhelmed but when you need her, you'll tell her. She knows that. You won't speak up for yourself and Shuri and your girlfriends were tipsy.
Riri sees you looking around and finishes her drink fully. You're looking for her. She gets up and walks over to the booth. She looks at him. "You always this close to women you don't know?" She can see the relief in your face.
"I'm just tryna have a good time. You got an issue with that?" He's trying to be dominant, sitting up in his seat.
It takes all of Riri's self-control to not punch him square in his dumb ass face. "She's my girl. You too close for my liking."
He laughs. "So you insecure?"
You could see that Riri was about to swing so you got up and held her hand in yours. "Let's go, Ri." Riri nods and puts her hand on your back as the two of you walk out.
"You good?" Her voice is soft. She sounds worried.
"He didn't do anything, Ri," You say, "You didn't give him the chance to. Thank you for that."
"I've got you, baby."
Riri drives the two of you home. She saw that you were a little out of it since the party so she set you a bath and brought you chocolates. She washes your hair for you, knowing how it can sometimes help you unwind after a rough day/night.
She puts on your favorite show when you’re out and the two of you wear your favorite matching PJs. Her hands stayed in your hair, scratching your scalp softly.
You fell asleep pretty quickly after that. You felt safe with Riri. She always made you feel safe, you were thankful for that.
"I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to you," She whispers in your hair. "I love you so much."
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Love at first sight
RZ Michael x gn reader
Summary: little dude gets a huge crush and gets angry about it. (Fluff if you squint with three glasses)
Note: I keep updating this story, sorry.
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It had been a few months since Michael got sent into the mental hospital.
Michael was in his room when he heard distant screaming, Getting curious, he decided to peek a little from his window and what he saw made his heart drop a little.
Although you were being quite literally manhandled by guards you still looked stunning.
He didn't realise it but he stared at you until you were out of his view.
But you are and will be just a cute looking random person, right?
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A few hours later it was lunch time and he saw you again, he stared at your face a lot longer and intensely than he intended and you caught him.
they're gonna think I'm creepy now.
But what you did next wasn't what he expected,
You waved and smiled at him.
and oh god did he feel like he was gonna die at how fast his heart was beating.
But then he started getting frustrated and angry, why was he feeling this way? Why does his heart beat so fast when he sees you? Was he scared of you? You? Scaring him with a smile and a wave? How dare you belittle him this way!
The poor boy felt so humiliated and he had never felt this way with someone before and so he started pretending to hate you.
You on the other hand thought he was so cool and intimidating and you also maybe had a big little crush on him and so you tried.
You tried so hard trying to befriend him by trying to chat with him or do nice things for him but that always went out the drain because he either ignored you or moved away from you, it looked like he hated you and you were so close to giving up but you knew patience is key, so you had to keep trying. Trying to befriend Michael gone wrong.
Michael was in a bad mood this day, he accidentally broke one of his mask he spent hours on and the guards bruised his wrist and he accidentally spilt food on himself and he was on his way to change, while he was huffing and puffing. The last thing he needed was you. Making him blush Coming to him when he was obviously in a bad mood and it was his last straw. Unknown to you of course.
Ironically you were in a good mood this time being, you were absolutely sure you can make progress this time when you learnt he liked making masks and was going to ask if he wanted to make some with you. You were also quite loud, yes. This was going to be his last straw.
"Hey Michael!" You reach out to him "Hey Michael, I was wondering if you wanted to make a mask with me,I have three in mind!" Dot. Dot. Dot. No answer. Maybe he somehow didn't hear you?
"Michael hello?" "Mic-"
You suddenly heard a loud slap noise and in a flash you were on the ground holding your cheek, it happened so fast it took a hot second for your body to realise you were slapped and then your cheek started burning and stinging so quickly and painfully you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming but tears were already forming in your eye and one of them already fell, not from the pain no, but from how hurt, humiliated and stupid you felt from thinking that you could've actually been friends with Michael. So now there was a burning aching feeling in both your cheek and your chest.
But you were hopeful, and you hoped so hopelessly that it wasn't Michael who slapped you but some random guard or some random patient and so you slowly looked up but as you already knew deep inside your heart, it was Michael. with his hand still semi in the air breathing heavily.
Guards who were nearby heard the sudden loud noise and came rushing.
"Ay you freak! What did you do?!" The mean guard asked.
"Don't call him that. Michael, what happened? What did you do?" The nice guard said calmly.
"God, there you go again, talking to the beast as if he's human, I mean- look at this thing!"
"That's not the problem right now, take Y/N to the infirmary, I'll take care of him." The nice guard said.
"Whatever" The mean guard rolled his eyes and took you not-so-nicely-and-gently to the infirmary.
The nurse there studied and inspected your face and mouth for a moment before saying "there's going to be a bit of a bruising, fortunately there's no serious damage to the inside of your mouth or your face." And then proceeded to hand you an ice pack, you took it tiredly and grumpily from all the mental fighting earlier, you walked so sadly with the aching feeling in your chest still lingering.
Michael now in his room had realised what he had done and he doesn't know what to do. He swears he didn't mean to do that! He didn't mean to hurt you! Can you forgive him? And his chest is the one now burning majorly and is feeling guilty, Wait what? Why is he thinking like this? What have you done to him! But then again, if he feels like this whenever he hurts you... Then this will be the first and last time he's ever gonna hurt you again.
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It was next day and everyone was in the cafeteria, he wouldn't have seen you if it weren't for you laughing with someone else near the benches, it hurt him and he doesn't know why, he was quite used to you chatting with him all day at the cafeteria while he ate the disgustingly bland food. It made him feel... Miserable. And he couldn't stand it, maybe you didn't see him? So he quietly stood up and kinda just stood where you were and huffed loudly as to catch your attention. You and your friend stopped talking and looked up at him. He expected you to smile and start talking to him but he didn't expect you to look down and grab your friend's hand and move far away from him.
He felt as if his heart was going to shatter like a porcelain cup being dropped. He kinda just stood there and sat down, and started kinda eating his food but he stopped since it tasted even more disgusting and bland than usual. Lunch time was over and Michael was waiting for you in the halls and when he saw you start walking in his direction he hoped you would start talking to him or apologize for ignoring him during lunch but nothing. You walked straight passed him even looking a bit on edge and nervous when you did and he couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he made you scared of him was hurting his heart so painfully. So he-
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Yes a cliff hanger since since I thought this was getting a bit too long and boring, also tell if there are any mistakes here or if things are escalating too quickly. the next part will be out tomorrow maybe or a few days later, bye!
#slasher x you#michael myers#michael myers x you#michael myers x reader#slashers#slasher x reader#x reader#x you#angst is fun#angst imagine#angst ig
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Hi Ri :3 I love your writing and I wanna request the various ozzies and an S/O who squishes their face because✨️cuteness aggression✨️they are all so adorable and squishable I swear
And I wanna say I love your romantic and fluffy works :D and i check your blog every single day for an update because I always look forward to a new fic by you 💕
A/N: heyo! awww thank you so much! That means so much to me! I’m glad you like my romantic fluffy works, I try my best! I hope I did this one justice, the cuteness aggression is very strong with me pengy colony I stg. Also I went with like cute explanations I couldn’t come up with proper full-on proper scenarios (without them seeming to repeat themselves) I hope that’s okay!
The Penguins Reacting To Reader Squishing Their Faces
Arkhamverse Penguin:
Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves the adoration. Any touch of yours is a blessing to him. After being handed the cold, judgmental, harsh hand of reality for so long for someone the likes of him, he welcomes your touches and all they entail. Caresses, squishes, pats, massages, loves them all.
Maybe, just maybe, do it when he’s not having a meeting with his crew. He doesn’t care what anyone says, but it’s hard to take him seriously when you’re sitting next to him squishing his cheeks.
“Love, please…as much as I love it when you touch me…I’ve got business to tend do.”
Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:
Okay, but good luck trying to squish his face, cause nine times out of ten he’s probably squishing yours. He loves to grab your face with his index finger and thumb pressing against your cheeks and drag you into a kiss. You face is so squished your lips are already puckered up and ready to be kissed upon.
Whenever you do manage to squish his face in between your hands, he’s beaming with happiness and adoration for you. He likes it when you run your thumbs just below his eyes, no doubt massaging some bags there that have developed. Just another sweet way you have of taking a little bit of the load off his shoulders.
You smiled down sweetly at him as you continue to rub your thumbs along his cheeks. Occasionally squeezing them.
“I swear sweetheart. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a touch as sweet as yours…” He grabs one of your hands and kisses the palm of it.
Gotham Penguin:
Wait, what? W-What…oh you’re, you’re squeezing his face now. Um why? Poor boy is mad confused, it is going to take sometime for him to warm up to the prospect. He just feels silly about it, like you’re treating him like a child.
However, he can’t deny he enjoys the way your eyes light up at the close proximity of your faces and how your hands ultimately warm his usually cooler face. It takes some time for him to get used to it, but once he does, every time you do it it makes his day infinitely better.
“I-I think I’m beginning to understand the appeal..” He muttered one morning, when you give him his daily cuteness aggression squishes. He will actively try and do it in return, and you’re over the moon when he does.
BTAS Penguin:
“Oh, oh, yes, dove?”
At first, he thinks you’re just trying to get his attention. When you tell him you just wanted to squish his face cause he was just too cute, he’s instantly blushing. He’s chuckling gleefully, as he holds your hands to his face so they can stay there longer.
He will never grow weary of how you show him your affections, it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before and you always manage to surprise him in the best ways. I can also see him coming up to you and grabbing your wrists and bringing your hands to his face. Instant stress relief your touch brings him.
“Mind if I borrow your touch, it’ll just be for a minute, my dove.” How could you not squish his face after that, once you do his small smile grows into a proud grin.
TNBA Penguin:
He chuckles, “well, what’s the cause of all this?” He puts one hand up to hold on of your hands cupping his cheeks.
“I can’t help it, Ozzie. You’re just so darn cute!” You squeal softly, squishing his cute face.
This Oswald is very keen on keeping a sophisticated…cool, calm, and collected image. However, he can’t even help absolutely melting at your admission for your sentimental gesture. He absolutely revels in your touch. Beaming proudly and hopelessly in love.
Another pengy that appreciates the devotion and affection but also…not while he’s busy. If he’s running around tending to his club or having another interrogation with Batman, may not be the best time. But best believe, he’d love nothing more than for your hands to be all over him later though. He’d also be glad to return the favor tenfold.
Telltale Penguin:
“Ugh, love, Y/N…really?”
This pengy is the epitome of “stop it, it’s annoying. I don't like it,” but he actually loves it and you know him well enough to know this. His eyebrows aren’t furrowed, he doesn’t have his usual annoyed scowl on his face (which you find kind of hot, but you don’t dare let him know, he wouldn’t let you live it down). He will roll his eyes and try to form a frown, but you notice the miniscule smirk.
He appreciates it even more when he comes back and you give him the same amount of attention when his face isn’t all that pretty. Running and fighting in underground boxing tournaments means he comes home with shiners and bruises to his face.
Just maybe don’t squeeze too hard.
“Ah-Ah, love, I-I appreciate the gesture, I do, but maybe wait until I’m healed up, yeah?”
One Bad Day Penguin:
Oswald’s chuckling, extremely pleased. “What’re you up to, sweetness?”
You giggled back, wrapping his face in your hands, adoringly. You started kissing his head, cheeks, nose, anywhere you could reach. Oz chuckled some more.
“What? Can’t I show my man how much I love ‘im?” You leaned your forehead against his. Your hands still periodically squeezing his skin.
Oswald lives for these moments. He never imagined in his lifetime he’d get the chance to be loved unconditionally. You still manage to surprise him with your gestures, words, and actions. Even after going through the thick and thin of it all, you were still there beside him. You were still his.
“Yeah, you can show him,” he softly chuckled. “You never seize to amaze me, doll.”
The Batman (2004):
Listen, listen…if it’d been ANYONE else…he would have their head.
When it’s you though…
You cup your hands around his cheeks, squish the cute cheek skin there. When you get so enthralled in your touches and kisses, you accidentally lift him up to your level. You’ve literally lifted him up from his feet. And he’s absolute putty in your hands. The redness of his face rivals the orange in his hair. He adores this, being absolutely suffocated in your love.
He isn’t ashamed to plop his head in your hands any chance they’re open and free, and you’re more than willing to give him what he wants. All the squishes, kisses, rubs, and everything in between.
Oz closes his eyes to fully envelope in your hold. “Mm…a guy can get used to this.”
Batman Unlimited:
He’s sort of confused. Taken aback. Not to sure how to react to your gesture.
You come up behind him and instantly frame his face with your hands. Not being able to resist the temptation to squeeze the adorable cheeks underneath your thumbs.
“Uh…w-what’s this about, darling?”
“Oh nothing, Ozzie. You just looked so cute, I couldn’t help it.” You giggled.
C-cute? You found him cute?
You two have been together for awhile, but it still surprises Oswald just how much you genuinely love him. You never ceased to amaze him, he knows who he is…what he looks like. He knows he’s not the easiest man in the world to love, but yet here you were. Squishing his face, kissing his head, telling him he was cute.
He took one of his hands and covered it over yours, as he leans into your touch. Oswald reaches out and cups one of your cheeks with his other hand.
“And you, my darling, are absolutely precious.”
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Our Little Secret 🤫 Pt. 2
“It's on everybody's mind, about you and I They think so, but they don't really know”
Warnings: Teen AU
The week was turning out to be perfect. The pair quickly got into a routine. AZ’s alarm is smooth jazz that gently wakes them at 5:30am. From there they both get up to do some working out. Ri used the time to get film because AZ already had the home gym area equipped with a trampoline, and tumbling mats for Ri to do her cheer stunts on. AZ is a martial artist so she uses the time to get into shape. She is a 2nd Degree Black belt in Taekwondo, and lower ranking belts in Judo and Ju-Jitsu. AZ has competed in a few international competitions and won. She is also internationally ranked. All things no one knows at school. After workouts they shower and find clothes to match each other somehow. They do something for the day normally with friends, they then come home help cook, watch a movie and settle in for the night. The domestic life suits them; they can hug, touch, kiss, and cuddle with no limit. It's heaven.
A smooth jazz version of ICU is playing. AZ stirs awake with Ri in her arms not wanting to move “Baby come on time for workouts.” Ri scrunches her face with a whine. “Mmm not today let’s stay in bed.” AZ chuckles. “Why Baby you never want to stay in bed?” Ri finds AZ’s lips with her eyes closed pecking them. “I know but it’s day three and I just want to make this the longest week ever. If we never get it up, we will have a longer day.” “Baby that is not how that works but I will stay in bed with you. I like it here.” Ri licks her tongue along AZ’s jaw. “It is how it works.” AZ bites Ri’s cheek with no teeth in return. “You just licked me so you could be right. That’s not fair. If we never get up I won’t have to take you on the date I have planned.” Ri pops her head up and grins. “A date!? Oh yes please I want to have you on my arm so bad. Where are we going!? I don’t need anyone…” AZ cuts Ri off with a kiss to calm her. “Baby we are heading out of town for the day. Michigan City is about an hour away. They have a small zoo and some art galleries. We can make a day trip and no one will be there. Pack a bag.”
The girls pack and AZ gets behind the wheel to head out. “AZ Auntie is calling.” “Thank you Griot answer.” Holding hands over the armrest both girls smile as Okoye’s voice fills the car over the speakers. “Ahhh you two did not make this bed before you left. We have not hired the maid yet and Shuri Azari, you know better.” Both of them wince at the tone of Auntie’s voice. The girls have basically been living in AZ’s room like a small apartment so they have been lacking in the tidying up department. They will have to find a better cleaning routine. Okoye was not pleased at all by the unmade bed and blankets all over the couch. “Auntie, we are so so sorry. AZ and I were just in a rush. I wanted to spend this time with her, but I will personally clean the room top to bottom when we get back.” Ri always had a way with words that always made people forget what they were angry with her about. Okoye sighed knowing that this time is precious for them but still they have to do better. “Ahhh ok but as soon as you step foot in this house you will clean. As a matter of fact it will be Azari who does it. Be safe my iintsana.” With no verbal protest AZ shakes her head in disbelief how is it all on her?
The phone hangs up and the music starts up once more. SZA’s Snooze is playing over the speaker and AZ brings Ri’s hand to her mouth to kiss it. “You would be one hell of a lawyer, how did you sway her to give me the punishment? Also you smell like me.” Ri smiles warmly with no teeth. “I may have sprayed your cologne. I love to have it on me. But I don’t know how I just appealed to her nature. Auntie knows we don’t get the same freedom to date so I just made her feel bad.” Ri and AZ start to laugh. “Oh that is so wrong but soon no one will have a say in your life my Love. You will be 18 with money and a place to stay. We can love and live all we want then.” Ri huffs she hates this topic because while she understands the logic she wants to defy the logic. “AZ please I don’t care about being 18 if they kick me out they kick me out. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you. It hurts to act as if I don’t know you are at school or on the street. It hurts that I have to fear someone “outing me” to people who barely know me, let alone care for me. In order to be with you.” Tears start to well in her eyes. This has always been a conversation but AZ honestly does not want to convince her to wait anymore either.
The logic has been wearing thin over the past few months for AZ as well. She has only been trying to stick with her same song and dance to hide her true feelings. Losing T’Challa left her reeling and not having the ONE person she wanted by her side tore her apart. The emotions of grief were hard enough so the emotions of missing her girlfriend had to take a back seat. This has been causing her to resent everyone, especially Ri’s parents. In the moment of seeing her Love cry AZ could not hold back anymore. Pulling over into a rest stop AZ gets out of the car and walks over to Ri’s side with no words spoken. She just simply opens the door and pulls her girlfriend firmly into a hug. One they both needed. “If you no longer want to hide then we do not have to. I long to love you out loud so much Ri so whatever you want to do we will do it. I just need a few weeks to figure out how to protect your share of the company and money.” Ri cry’s softly into AZ's chest. “Baby I want to come out to my family, nothing crazy and I want to have pictures of us on social media.” She laughs at how almost silly it sounds. AZ cups her face kissing her sweetly. “We can do that in two weeks. Give me two weeks. I will post you every hour.” They dry their tears and continue to Michigan City.
The date was amazing. AZ arranged for them to have a pottery class, dinner and a walk along the lake at Washington Park. They held hands and kissed so many times Ri’s lips were numb. On the beach cuddled up they got a little more hot kissing a little longer than normal. It was getting dark so they thought it was fine only a few people walked by. Unknown to them Viv AZ’s arch nemesis and Ri’s frenemy was recording a live. All hell was about the break loose.
“Hey all out in boring ass Michigan City my family forced me out here to spend the evening. People are so gross it’s a couple out here kissing let’s get a look. Oh oop…is that who I think it is. A FREAK and Rihanna Williams out here kissing oh wow!!!” Viv zooms in, getting a clear view of them to the point they cannot deny it’s them. AZ and Ri both get a call at that same moment. It is Miles and MJ respectively. They are warning them in shock AZ calmly gets up and walks over to Viv who she sees maybe 20 yards away now that she is paying attention. AZ walks up and with no hesitation grabs the phone and shuts off the live.
Viv scrams. “You weirdo give me my phone! I will press charges for property damage if you break it!” AZ has a look of pure hate for Viv in her eyes. “No…” Rihanna speaks over AZ stopping the entire confrontation. “Vivian Greene you clout chasing bitch. She didn’t break it nor will she. You are weird for filming people without permission. That’s a criminal offense but we all know you are not new to being in trouble with the law.” Handing her back the phone. Ri stares at Viv with a smirk.
Notifications from everyone are going wild in Viv’s dms but the live’s recording has already been wiped. Viv smirks back, “Maybe so but you would never want your parents to find out about your little relationship. It’s honestly sick.” AZ steps up even though she would never use her skills to hurt someone she will use them to protect. “Vivian, you have two seconds to back away from Ri. Or I will just have to move you. The video was live so it may have already reached her parents. Just know that my lawyers will have contact with you soon about this matter.”
Viv glared at AZ and backed up seeing how muscular AZ actually is. “I hope they disown you for good Ri. You could have had any boy in the school but you wanted this thing!” AZ’s face is stern; she is ready to drop Viv if she takes one step. “Viv you’re just mad it isn’t you I chose or do you not remember the time you tried to kiss me in 8th grade. Also where is your daughter? Or are you still going with her being your sister?”
Viv stared at Ri with a mixture of embarrassment and hatred. “So what? She may be my child but at least I’m not gay!” Riri stands there with a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh so not only being denied a kiss by me in the 8th grade but having a threesome with a girl and the boy you got pregnant by is not at least bisexual? That’s cute.” Viv backs up more. “Fine Williams you win but I also hope you are prepared for your Mommy and Daddy to be on your case.”
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I hate you? Pt.2
Y/n x Spencer Reid
Warnings: Language, Mention of death, possible murder,
As we walk into the police station I notice people I went to highschool with some even middle school. I’m to busy looking around seeing nothing has changed. Reid is watching I can see him from the corner of my eye. Hotch is leading us to the sheriff, who also happened to be my ex boyfriend. His name is-
Hotch: Officer Wes nice to meet you
Wes: Hotch correct
They shake hands and Hotch introduces him to the team, shaking everyone’s hands.
Hotch: And then ssa y/n
Wes looks at me and i meet his gaze. He gives me a look that makes my skin crawl. I’m disgusted but however I want to keep my life away from my job so I act like I didn’t date him. I go to shake his hand.
Wes: Oh y/n really *he pulls me into a hug*
I wiggle around to get out of his grasp. I’m clearly not comfortable. He lets go of me and that’s when I see the look on my teams faces. They know something is going on they just don’t know what. They also know that I hate when people touch me and pull me into a hug, of course excluding Garcia.
Hotch: I’m supposing you have a room for us to work
Wes: Yes, y/n can lead you to the room
Everyone looks at me, even Reid is giving me a look i just don’t understand it though. I usher them to follow me to one of the back rooms that has a large table and whiteboards. Everyone starts working and organizing all the paperwork when Wes walks back into the room.
Wes: Hey y/n can I talk to you for a min
Y/n: Well I’m kinda worki-
Wes: Hurry up let’s go
He gives me a look. He will say something if I don’t go. I give Hotch a look for his okay to go and he gives me a head nod, I start walking out when someone pulls my wrist. It’s Reid.
Reid: Why do you need her
Wes: It doesn’t concern you
I look at Reid, I’m irritated now. Why would he care. Wes was right it had nothing to do with Reid so why is he acting like this now. I pull my hand from his wrist.
Y/n: Don’t worry about it
I give Reid a little rub on the shoulder and then I follow Wes to his office when he locks the door.
Wes: So y/n
Y/n: What do you want Wes
Wes: Come on baby don’t act like you don’t want me
He puts his hand on my cheek. I swear to go ima beat the shit out of him.
Y/n: Get your fucking hands off of me Wes
Wes: Why is it because of the pipe cleaner with eyes, the smart Dr. Reid
Y/n: Shut up Wes
I pull his hands away and start walking towards the door. I quickly unlock it and open the door.
Wes: You’re team doesn’t know about the accident huh y/n
I turn back toward him.
Y/n: You need to shut the hell up
I close the door almost slamming it. I walk back towards him and shove him into his desk.
Wes: What’s wrong y/n does your team not know about you killing your sister
Y/n: I didnt fucking do anything
Wes: That’s why they found your fingerprints on the gun huh
He has a stupid smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing talking about my sister. I didn’t kill my sister and I don’t know how the my fingerprints ended up on the gun.
Y/n: Im not a fucking killer
Wes: That’s not what your file here says, what if your team stumbled upon it
-Teams pov-
Hotch: Do any of you know why y/n is being wierd around Wes
Emily: She told me and jj she use to live here
Hotch: On here file she said she always lived in Virginia
Rossi: You don’t think she’s connected to this case do you
Hotch: I don’t know
Morgan: We’ll let’s not assume she is for now we just have to watch her
Jj: Someone should go check on her she’s been gone a while now
Emily: Yeah that Wes guy gives me the creeps
Hotch: Reid why don’t you go
Reid: Why me
Hotch: Go Reid
-Rieds Pov-
I get up and starts walking to Wes’ office. After what y/n did to me on the plane I couldn’t concentrate. Anyways I’m close to Wes’ office and that’s when I see y/n she opens the door and then slams it. What are they doing in there. She seems pissed off. I get to the door and decide to listen in on the conversation. Wait y/n’s fingerprints we’re on what!
-Y/n pov-
Y/n: Fuck you Wes I don’t need to explain myself to you
I start walking to the door and pull it open. That’s when I see Reid right by the door. How much did he hear? What is he going to say? Fuck.
A/N: Okay so I made this chapter a little short because I plan on making the next chapter long and field with plot twists. If you have any suggestions leave a comment. Thank you :)
#spencer x reader#spencer reid#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#david rossi#derek morgan#penelope garcia#enemies to lovers
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With HEX 2023 behind us and being only a few hours away from wrapping up yet another year, I just want to say a HUMONGOUS thank you to @fitztragedy and @skloomdumpster - the most wonderful duo of Discord admins I’ve met so far! I am forever grateful to you both for creating the Winxsource server where I’ve met some of the best people in the world (both of you included ❤️). I can only imagine how difficult it is to not only create the event calendar for the whole year but also keep it running and fixing up all the details in each event. Of course, we also have our wonderful mods to thank for streamlining the process (yes, you @septemberrie ) ❤️ So, thank you all for giving me a chance to be part of this wonderful group of people, for urging me to participate in events, and for literally making some of the worst days somewhat more bearable 🥰
It’s not much, but with a few free hours between plane rides, I whipped up a short Rivusa and Skloom drabble for my Rivusa and Skloom queens 😆 I know it’s short and it doesn’t even begin to express my happiness and feelings for everything you do, but I hope it does let you know that we in the whole server adore you guys 🥰
Ps. A huge shout out to the amazing and super talented people in the Winxsource server. I have never met a group of people that’s so brilliant! Each one of you guys makes me want to strive for better things and I am really thankful for that ❤️
Cheers to another happy year filled with Fate events and wonderful, wonderful art!
“I just can’t stand him sometimes!” Musa groaned as she slumped on the sofa in the suite, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
“What did he do?” Stella, the ever-so-subtle Riven disliker (to put it mildly), asked without moving her head away from inspecting her new soft pink nail polish, her tone matching the bored look on her face.
“I don’t understand it!” The empath sprung up, startling the other girl. “How can someone pretend to be so self-centered-”
“Pretend?” The princess quirked an eyebrow, still holding an uninterested note to her words.
“-and keep arguing with me knowing he’s completely wrong.” Musa jumped from her seat and stormed off to her room, only to return a second later and stride to the counter in the makeshift suite kitchen. “Idiot,” she murmured while taking a sip from the glass of vine she poured in for herself.
“Musa?” Bloom slammed the door open, turning her head around. “There you are! Come with me,” she said as she hooked her arm under hers and started walking back toward the door.
“Wha- Hey!” The empath barely got enough time to slide the glass on the counter, watching it oscillate and slowly stop. “Where are we going?”
“I have something to show you,” the ginger replied, pulling her out of the suite and walking fast down the hallway.
“But I have more to tell Stella. Ri-”
“Yeah, yeah, tell her later.” She made a sharp turn, her hand gripping the mind fairy’s tighter to make sure she wouldn’t stammer from the way she was practically running in the school halls.
“Can you tell me where we’re going at least?”
“Secret.”
Musa’s eyes flickered purple. The way Bloom uttered that one word made that little voice in her head that always pushed her to use her powers in situations that could be deemed intrusive rear its head. There were some of the usual emotions - a hint of anger enough to fire up her powers, a pinch of worry saved for everyone she knew, a huge amount of love. But none of those interested her; no, it was a tiny hazy dot the fire fairy tried her best to hide.
She knew it was wrong - Riven had told her countless times to stay out of people’s heads and not mess with them. But the fairy was hiding something and by the way her hands started getting warmer around Musa's wrist, the empath had a hunch it was something concerning her.
So she did the only thing she could think of at that moment that wasn’t going to hurt their friendship.
“Bloom,” Musa rooted herself to the ground, tugging her hand back, “What’s going on?”
The ginger pivoted on her heels, her eyes rampantly moving around. She tried to grab Musa’s hand again, but the other girl quickly reacted and pulled the hand to her chest.
Well, that was weird. Musa had never seen her friend react like that - something aking to scared, like she was running out of time. But the emotions she was feeling - excitement and expectation to the point the empath got dizzy from it - didn’t align with her actions.
“We really don’t have time for this, Musa.”
“Time for what?” She pushed, taking a little step back as a way to show her she was not only not going with her but also was ready to run back if she had to.
“Oh my…” Bloom groaned exasperatedly. “Look,” she pushed her chin up, the black pupils eating up their blue cuffs, “Do you trust me?”
“Bloom-”
“Do you. Trust. Me?” She put a heavy emphasis on every word, never wavering her gaze.
Musa felt defeated. Because of course, she did. The girl had saved them multiple times; Musa herself had put her life on the line several times so Bloom would live on to save the world. So how could she say no now?
“OK,” she muttered and started walking back to her.
The second she came a foot away from Bloom, the ginger grabbed her hand and started sprinting, dragging the empath behind her. She dashed left and right, avoiding a few students, but leaving Musa to crash into them, papers flying in every direction. And yet, the fire fairy didn’t seem to notice a thing - not Musa yelling for her to stop and certainly not the rest of the students screaming some very colorful words at them.
“Made it!” Bloom finally announced. They came before Sky’s bedroom, facing the door.
Musa leaned forward, her hands on her knees, and started bringing in all the air she could pull in tiny rapid puffs. It took her a minute to regain herself, after which she straightened up and began screaming at the girl next to her.
“Are you insane?! What the hell was that?!”
“Door,” the fairy panted, trying to point to the room before them. Bent forward, she held the same position as Musa had a few seconds ago, only her hair was flipped down, hanging in front of her face.
“Yeah, that’s the door to your boyfriend’s room. Now what the hell did you drag me here for?!”
“Door!” Bloom used every single ounce of strength she had left to look up at the empath and point at the door again. “Go in you idiot!”
Pushing her from behind, Musa hit the wooden rectangle before her - nose first. “Ouch!” she said, rubbing the sore spot and imagining what she’d do to her friend once she turned around.
But before anything else, the door swung open, and against her better judgment, Musa gazed up. She had a few other words to say, all curses of course, but they were gone as she was left there staring at the all-familiar green jades.
His features were soft, eyes slanted into two crescent moons, a gentle smile gracing his lips. The harsh lines of his cheekbones stood out from the light crashing into his back. He looked ethereal at that moment - his hand outstretched, reaching out to her, calling her, while rays of light protruded from everywhere behind him.
Musa was helpless, she knew that. She knew that no matter how mad she was at him, no matter how many times he’d say something stupid and get on her nerves, one smile out of him and she’d melt like snow on the first day of spring.
“You OK, love?” His hand still floating between them, Riven moved to close the distance but stopped at the last second. She felt a strange duality in him - one pulling him toward her and the other urging him to wait. “Muse?” He called her name in the sweetest notes she had so far heard, making her blush and place her hand in his.
Riven bit his lip but immediately covered it with a smile, hoping she had missed that tiny wave of relief washing over him. Because the second her hand had landed in his, the storm in his heart had settled.
He had been an idiot, no point arguing there. But there was something uniquely interesting in making his girlfriend angry. Well, he apparently had to work more on his limits.
The Specialist closed his fingers over hers, warmth sparking at the base of her digits and spreading like electricity through her body. He lightly pulled her inside, closing the door behind him.
One glance at the room and Musa was left speechless. The place had its usual arrangement - two beds, two desks, and a huge dresser. Only now, everything was covered in a dark shade of red and orange, shadows dancing over the walls and furniture.
Tiny flames floated in the air, casting different colors to every surface, reflecting in a million freckles of different sizes and shapes. Their tails curved until they broke free from the body, turning into small sparks that disappeared in one blink.
Riven’s hands snaked around her from behind, nuzzling her hair on one side, until he chose to rest his chin on her shoulder, sighing in contentment. That sound itself pulled the empath out of her daze and she turned her head to look at him.
“Wha-“
“I really am sorry, Muse,” he whispered, the color of spring painted in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. Can you forgive me?”
His emotions were all over the place. There was a lot of guilt, plenty of remorse, anxiety, love, hope… She could get lost in the whirlwind only he knew how to create with only one simple action. But she loved it. She loved him because no matter how messed up he or she was, they both weirdly fit together, like two pieces of a different puzzle perfectly aligning with the rest.
“How can I not when you were ready to commit arson for me?” the empath giggled, turned in his hands, and kissed him.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ
“Do you think they made up?” Bloom asked, playing absentmindedly with her boyfriend's fingers dangling over her shoulder.
“I’m pretty sure they’re already making new dents in the wall next to his bed,” the Specialist chuckled and kissed the top of her head as they walked back to the suite.
“So what are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
“What? I’m not invited to stay with you?” he asked with mock hurt, adding a short and hitched breath in to drill in his point.
“Oh, come on.” She jabbed him in the ribs and continued, “I just thought you wouldn’t want to come since Aisha is there.”
Sky didn’t reply. He simply hummed and they kept walking, passing the classrooms and the halls, and going for the fairy dormitories. They walked hand in hand, with his other one still draped over her shoulders, pulling her closer ever so slightly on every 10th step they made.
It felt good to have her next to him. The smell of her cotton flower shampoo reminded him of his childhood days, running down the meadows surrounding his house, stumbling on rocks as the gentle breeze lightly tapped him on his cheeks every time he’d turn around.
The softness of her skin felt soothing under his ruff digits - years of training carved into them; tiny memories of his hard work, poured blood, sweat, and tears. But none of that came to mind when her touch neared him; when her touch barely hovered over his skin, leaving goose pimples skid over his body.
Sky sighed in satisfaction, feeling his body relax when Bloom replied with a sigh of her own and squeezed his hand gently. They came to the suite and she pressed the door open, revealing complete darkness.
“Where is everyone?” Bloom fumbled for the switch, hitting the wall several times until she got it. There was a clicking sound but nothing happened. “Aisha?! Terra?! Stella?! What happened here?”
The Specialist sensed her rapidly raising urgency so he put a stop to it before it went off the rails. He grabbed her hand and turned her to face him, saying, “They’re all out and will be for the night.”
His words were calming, spoken slowly and tenderly. It made the anxiety in her lower until it was only a faint whisper, and she let the tension out by exhaling through her nose.
“You could’ve told me.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” he laughed, pulling her in for a hug. “Now, ready for your surprise?”
Her head bumped into his chin with the speed it flew up. Bloom’s eyes sparkled in anticipation, a big child-like smile stretching her lips. She nodded several times, earning herself a kiss before he pulled her toward her room.
Opening it, the ginger let out a small gasp. The room was covered in flowers of all kinds, vines arching along the walls and the legs of her bed, sprouting small buds of different colors along their length. Several thinner vines fell down from the ceiling, their endings twisted in a spiral, holding bunches of yellow bells that cast a soft bumblebee-colored glow. It looked like the forest had been brought to her.
“You always say you want to frolic outside,” Sky said in her ear, kissing her temple. “So I brought outside to you.”
Bloom couldn’t dignify his actions for she could only stare at the view before her, mouth agape. She had always known her boyfriend was a softie and listened intently, hanging on every word she’d say. But that was something everyone in love did. This here though? It was as close to forever as love could ever get.
“You’re…” Words eluded her, her throat suddenly very dry and scratchy. So she didn’t reply anything more, but simply turned to him and smashed their lips together.
No, nobody could ever be like him. Bloom was certain that nobody in the world could come as close to being as perfect as Sky was. He knew her in and out and chose to stick with her no matter what. And if that wasn’t enough, he did things like this!
“I love you,” she said, breaking the kiss and pulling his head to hers, their foreheads connecting.
“I love you too, Bloom.”
#fate the winx saga#winxsource#ftwsholidayexchange#fate fanfic#fate skloom#fate rivusa#Happy end of HEX 2023!#happy new year#fate drabble
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Traitor
Part 2
Shuri x reader
Riri x reader
Warnings: cussing, drinking, jealousy and anything else I forgot to mention.
Sorry if there are any spelling grammars I missed
Word count: bestie I was just writing
Reminder: this takes place after Wakanda forever.
Summary: you caught your fiancé, shuri cheating on you. You leave and meet new people.. what happens when you and your new boo run into shuri…
Your Pov:
After you all made it to the car you put on your music and started driving. Ofc your playlist wanted to do you dirty and play B.E.D by Jacquees but you couldn’t help it, that was your song.
“I know you wanna love but I just wanna fuck…” you sung it like no one was there and when you turn too look at Riri she already looking at you with a smirk on her face.
“What?”
“Nothing” she shakes her head and looks out the window, you look at ace too see him smiling widely.
You flip him off and continue the drive to your house.
Shuri’s Pov:
Y/n hasn’t been answering my calls ever since we broke up, I’ve had a hard time ever since, I isolated myself and buried myself in lab work.
Eventually her calls went straight to voicemail and that’s when I knew she got a new phone.
I knew I messed up and I instantly regretted it I don’t know why I did it in the first place; thoughts constantly ran through my mind, if she was miserable? Did she find someone knew? Did she decided to go off the radar so I couldn’t find her?
I just want my Y/n back so in a couple of weeks when I don’t have anything to do I will find my Y/n.
Little did she know you would be over her..
Your Pov:
We made it to my house and we all had a good stretch we was in the car for about a hour.
“This bitch nice as hell ain’t it” ace says
“Hell yea” Riri finds herself nodding in amusement
You chuckle and start off too you house with Riri and ace behind you. For some reason you felt a pair of eyes on your ass and you smirk knowing Riri was staring. You open the door and walk inside. Ace closes the door.
“Make yourself at home Ri” you say walking towards the kitchen. She blushes at the nickname and follows you as ace walks to his room. “I forgot I need to show you around, come with me” you gesture her to follow you and you give her the tour.
“And that can be your room, right next to mine!” She looks at you in confusion “my room?” You nod and shrug “yea ace practically lives here and if you ever need a safe space this is it!” Riri smirks internally knowing soon this will be her house too.
Riri’s Pov:
Honestly I’m inlove with Y/n I have been since she was with Shuri but I always respected her relationship.I think ace already spotted it from the time we was in the care, he caught me smiling at her and blushing when she doing B.E.D, it wasn’t hard to spot
But now that she’s single and I am I think I’ve got a chance, I love her voice it’s soft and has a small rasp, her smile could light up a whole room and her personality is everything.
We made it to her house and her crib is nice she even told me I could have a room but I got lost in my own thoughts knowing I would be in HER bed soon enough.
“Uh, hey I lost you there for a sec you good?” She snaps me out of it.
“Yeah-” before I could finish ace ran upstairs with a bottle of Hennessy and a speaker ready to turn up.
“Shit you don’t gotta tell me twice” y/n says now looking at me for my confirmation.
“Let’s get it” I say and we walk downstairs.
Your Pov:
After giving ri and tour we go downstairs where we drink and turn up, I’m dancing on Riri as her hands are on my waist and ace is hyping us up, after a little dancing I grab water for all of us just to see ace is gone and Riri is sitting on the counter.
“Y/n?” Riri says
“Yes” you respond
“I have to get this off my chest..”
“I’m all ears” you walk towards her while sipping water and handing her one”
She puts it down “Y/n I’ve liked you ever since your relationship with shuri, but I respected it and didn’t say anything, I know it seems wrong to ask you this but I want to be with you, your smile, laugh, your style, and personality is perfect to me and I hope I can see more of it if you let me in your life from now on”
Your blushing and almost on the verge of tears but you keep it cool
“Are you fr?!”
“I would love that, I just want to take it slow so we can get to know each other and can I kiss you?”
She chuckles “yes you can!”
You walk towards her and move between her legs, you put your hands on her cheeks and kiss her, it was perfect her lips were soft and the kiss was passionate no one was fighting for dominance it was slow and filled with love.
Eventually yall lungs were screaming for air and Riri read your mind and pulled back, you whined when she did. She chuckled “aw look at my needy baby” she says and you blush
Ace on the other hand had started screaming in excitement which startled the both of you making y’all look at him surprisingly but laughed at his shenanigans.
Riri’s Pov:
I had finally confessed my feelings to Y/n and when she asked me if she could kiss me I did 50 front flips in my head and nodded.
She came over and maneuvered her way between my legs and places her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, the kiss was everything I could wish for it was just right.
She whined when I had to break it to breathe and it was adorable “look at my needy baby” she chuckles
But we get startled when ace screams we laugh and she turns towards me “I love you ri” she says and my heart flutters
“I love you more” I say
Litte did the both of you know a small surprise is gonna show up..
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ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇
🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3
💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍
🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3
🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌
🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏
suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..
🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u
🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞
🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)
🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3
the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth
i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip
𝄢 hey 😎
🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming
💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off
🫂 ─ a given. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topic n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u, i prefer to interact publicly. for no rzn................
🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong
🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x
❤️🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. everytime i log in, i wonder what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w. u helplessly dying on the floor due to ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog
🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing
─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄
🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it
🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy
🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd fully assigned myself to do the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're my Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust
❤️🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing
🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass
🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sun set alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour
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Sometimes We Get Together With Friends and Play Catch-Up
Ok, so I didn't actually go through the all-too-common Greek and Roman mythology phase that lots of pre-teen kids and a startling number of future history majors do. I got caught in fairy tales and dragons, so I absolutely missed the Percy Jackson books as they were coming out. I just wasn't interested. Then I had a classmate in Continental Literature in undergrad and every sentence out of her mouth for that entire 16-week semester was "Well AHKSHUALLY, in Percy Jackson..." and at that point I you couldn't have gotten me to read those books at gunpoint.
A dear friend of mine also missed the Percy Jackson books, so we decided to read it together. Y'all...I have THOUGHTS. Let's talk Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief.
SPOILER WARNING. I will spoil this book, so if you haven't finished this almost 15-year-old children's book and care about spoilers, catch us on the flip side.
Ok, so first and foremost: I can absolutely see why these books are beloved. If you were a Greek mythology enthusiast between ages 9 and 13, I can absolutely see why you'd inhale this book. It's also quite well-written, even at the sentence level, which is not always the case with middle grade books, where plot can occasionally overtake writing style.
The characters and plot were also on point, with a lovely balance of plot action to development. Grover and Annabeth had great development and the tension to friendship balance with Percy was excellent.
I also absolutely love Sally going "yes, let's turn my dickhead, abusive husband into stone and then make fucking BANK selling him as a statue to the 'super-ugly neorealism' enthusiasts." That was just GOOD.
I would also like to give this book major kudos for pulling off "everyman: for kids!" really well, in contrast to lots of chosen one and super special genius/jock/[insert category that only a limited number of kids can relate to here]. I think this would have spoken to so many more kids than other titles that were floating around in the early 2000s, and that is so, so important for kids' self-esteem and self-worth. I am never not grateful for books that made kids in a really challenging point in their lives feel seen and understood and perhaps even brave or strong or full of potential that they had the power to tap into.
So all that said, I think overall The Lightning Thief is a net positive for the world, and Rick Riordan has been a hella net positive for publishing and children's literature.
I do also have a pretty key issue with this book, and the issue is also just baffling to me. Rick Riordan rather famously said that
Percy was his way of telling his son, "Learning differences don't mean there's anything wrong with you. In fact, it is a mark of being very special indeed.” It was a message he says Haley “had no problem believing.” Seeing himself in fiction “empowered him,” Riordan adds.
Since The Lightning Thief debuted in 2005, the story’s reach has moved well beyond Riordan’s child, the author’s work now sold in 37 countries. No matter where they live, Riordan notes, “It can be really empowering for kids to know that they are seen and understood. They may behave or process information differently in a classroom setting, but that doesn't mean they are flawed.”
Which is awesome and kids with neurodivergence and "learning differences" should feel seen and supported. This is great, I have no beef with this.
What I DO take issue with in this book is the truly baffling prejudice against physical disability and the reiteration of some genuinely harmful disability tropes, including a variation on disability drag.
Even in 2005, using "crippled" to describe people with physical disabilities was absolutely uncool, yet "crippled" is the terminology that is used throughout the book. Robert McRuer wouldn't publish his seminal Crip Theory: Cultural Signs of Queerness and Disability until 2006, so it wouldn't be realistic to expect Riordan to use "cripped" instead, but literally ANYTHING ELSE than crippled would be nice, because that word sets my teeth on edge. In this vein, we also get Annabeth leaning into the pervasive idea that disability and beauty cannot exist together, and the book does not check her or correct her, suggesting a tacit agreement. Here's Annabeth's contribution to disparaging physical disability:
There was literally no reason to connect what is implied to be an orthopedic disability with handsomeness or a lack thereof. The two have basically nothing to do with each other unless we're leaning into the moralizing about how disability is a visible sign of moral ugliness. That is an old, OLD disability trope, and we hate to see it because it moralizes bullshit beauty aesthetics and suggests that if you are physically disabled, you cannot be beautiful. Like, I cannot imagine being a physically disabled kid and reading this in a book and not being just absolutely crushed. Like...a pretty girl in a book has just said that she (and in a kid's mind, the leap to "and any other pretty girl" is less a leap and more the logical next step) will never find you handsome. That would be devastating.
Ok, so strictly speaking, "disability drag" is a term that describes the Hollywood predilection for casting abled actors to play disabled characters. That's not strictly what is happening in this book, but it's an easier shorthand than "character is faking a disability for [reasons]." The fact that Grover and Chiron are faking physical disabilities to "pass" for mortals is genuinely harmful.
PEOPLE IN THE REAL WORLD RIGHT NOW THINK THIS IS WHAT DISABLED PEOPLE IN THE REAL WORLD DO. AND THOSE ASSHOLES MAKES LAWS AND POLICIES THAT MAKE IT HARDER FOR DISABLED PEOPLE TO ACCESS EVERYTHING FROM EDUCATION TO MEDICAL CARE. Perpetuating the idea that disabled people are actually faking their disabilities to deceive others or game social systems does real harm. It also can lead physically disabled kids to wonder if they might actually be faking (and holy tits, do not make kids self-gaslight, that is so damaging) and/or push past their physical limits and HARM THEMSELVES to prove something to abled adults or peers, and disabled kids do not owe ANYONE proof.
Honestly, the way that Grover and Chiron were faking physical disabilities ruined the reading experience for me. Especially since Percy himself is over here at the beginning of the book calling Grover out for faking a disability because he walks awkwardly but can run faster than most kids. Like...this is just bullshit and harmful. Even though it is "explained" by the fact that Grover is a satyr, the fact that the book doesn't call Percy out for making the worst possible assumptions about a classmate's body isn't something you want kids thinking is acceptable. And I don't think that going "oh, he's a satyr" does anything to show that assuming that your classmates are lying about their physical disabilities or differences is KIND OF SHITTY.
It genuinely baffles me that Riordan has completely split the mind from the body in this book and made having ADHD and dyslexia a sign that you're a hero while simultaneously shaming physical disability. I literally cannot comprehend how this split makes logical sense. I am CONFUSED.
The friend I read this book with and I will be watching the new Percy Jackson series, so I'm curious to see how Disney is going to address this absolute contradiction that is inherently baked into the book.
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this is very long i am apologies
yes !!! i read ur essay (?) on mlynars grief too and i just think that youve got it down super neat (ive probably repeated this too many times) so like good job !!!
ah indeed i was the anon who asked abt his kit last time too (saw the art of him too btw its very pretty, very nice ur friend did an amazing job!) so do you think hed have a talent like aosta's in that he does extra (maybe % or maybe fixed) dmg to unblocked? or hes got like a skill thats like fartooth (global only target blocked but in his case its global only target unblocked?) i think either ways adding a different debuff to all of his skills would be fun ! do you think hed be rng based cc (like aak?) or like its specifically one debuff to each skill, those kinda stuff? honestly er this is a lot of questions you can selectively answer but i just think hes probably a neat wraith killer lol no more annoying unblocked assholes running around ehe
but also on a separate note, do you think he has any special interactions with other operators (excl the ones from laterano) ? his hobbies etc (just go wild man, tell me wtv even his preferred breakfast or whether he hates grass or smth)
also yes ty for the advice abt mandragora !! i only figured it out like... once i accidentally made her drop blocks on herself and she died due to low hp and i was like wtf cos ??? free elimination ? and i learnt i was very wrong later on but pozy saved my ass aha so it all worked out anyways ! just training for when i actually bother clearing ch 9 ig oh and until u said it i didnt rly notice that sss like... hates all snipers. (ive tried using chalter it didnt go well... pozy as well) like all the late stage sss stages just completely dont let you use snipers for anything other than like buffs (unless youre rosa ig might have chance)
shit i screwed up this is even longer than last time im so sorry if this is uncomfortable to read :sob: if this is too uh ew to converse with i can chacha slide into ur dms (but give me time i am... well theres a reason im anon) but yeah anyways have a nice day so sorry for this length and as always u can selectively answer or ignore lol ! hope ur well !
don't worry about the length, i love answering questions! I will try and get to everything. thank you for the compliments ab my post i try (oh my god do i try) :]
i think his talents would involve extra damage + prio unblocked enemies + his source of crowd control. his CC would be strictly bind, not RNG like aak, because his arts are specifically grappling hook/rope shit. i think i've been theoretically calling this talent and arts type "tethering." in lore he mainly uses it for traversal, but there's no reason it wouldn't work on people, too, so i think it fits best as a crowd control bind. one of his skills would then just do a "talent trigger increase" as part of their functionality meaning extra bind chance. of course, how useful he would actually be as a concept depends on the numbers, which is the part i'm bad at, but still, fun to think about :]
for other operators, he would definitely get on well enough with some of the cooks among the RI operators, for one. his favorite flavor of sweet thing is cinnamon, and cinnamon is easy to incorporate into things, and he's smart enough to be polite to the people feeding his interests. he would also, i think, have interesting but awkward interactions with the iberians, because while he is not himself iberian, he has traveled extensively there and shares memories of the profound silence/aftermath thereof with Andoain. ultimately, i think he's polite to most everyone he runs into if he were to go to RI, but he's already rather closed off as a person and you have to open him up with a crowbar, so i don't know if anyone could be considered a friend of his. i don't even think fiammetta is really a friend of his (he would call it that, but that's far from correct), more that they have similar enough feelings on a specific topic that leads them to cooperate. i think even increasing trust with him still leaves a lot under the surface.
other shealtiel facts...he prefers cats to dogs but understands the appeal of both, but his favorite animals are birds. being a sniper, he sees a lot of them, and spends a lot of time in places birds nest. i imagine lateran schools have a class on religion similar to catholic school (where i have unfortunately been), and that was his favorite subject because his mother was a canonist and spent most of her time analyzing the scriptures and teachings of lateran. he's surprisingly flexible because of this- he actually idealogically overlaps with andoain more than he'd like to admit, he just hates the man's methods. and life choices. when he's on the road he survives off of breakfast bars and terran poptarts. he prefers chilly weather to heat, but hates heavy snow. he has a halfway decent singing voice but never uses it outside of when he's free enough to attend a lateran service. his plan for immediately after achieving his goal (killing andoain with fia) is to take a vacation somewhere cold-but-not-too-cold and isolated and not answer his messages for six to seven months. he's still on the fence about where, though. he would do that right now if he didn't have duties to fulfill. his favorite mixed drink is a gingerbread gin and tonic (g&t + baking spice infused amaretto.) his favorite non-alcoholic drink is cranberry juice. he's become partial to a dying brand of iberian cookies because andoain likes them and he's started buying them up ahead of him out of a petty sort of spite.
SSS really does hate snipers which sucks b/c i do love me a sniperknights. chalter doesn't fall off quite as bad as some because she's useful for bosses but it's still Bad. i still bring snipers for the aspd buffs, but most of them just arent gonna hold up too much. sad :( gj with mandra! she's annoying but at least in her actual boss levels that aren't TFN you get the automatic pillar destroyers. good luck on chapter 9 when you get there :]
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TYPES OF INDIAN GIRLS
(p.s. this is again for prompts, besties and baes plis don't get offended, also im not specifying their gender orientations as such, so if you are someone not identifying as a girl or a woman you are totally, totally them and nobody can stop you from being them,
love, alima)
the umrao jaan ada: kareeb kareeb hyderabadi, poet but would much prefer shayira, your heart skips a beat when she lets her hair fall open, dark kajal, if Pakeezah was a person, jhumkas twice the weight of her ear, "would you like to see my tattoos?" kill yourself if you don't want to fr fr, kulhad coffee™, wrist watches with black straps, probably has a nose piercing, "jaanam", can count the number of kurtas you have off of her mind, makes the best seekh kebab in town, *puts her hands on your neck*, falls asleep on your chest in rickshaw rides, goes to sleep giggling about you, will murmur nazms under her breath while playing with your hair, when you kiss her out of nowhere and she goes all flustered: "ghazab karte ho yaar!!"
the ae ri sakhi: have you seen her writing in hindi? heere moti javaraat, takes pictures of you when you're not looking, shows you her tongue after eating gota mostly it's green, tells you to tighten her paayal, brown lipsticks, "would you like to meet my younger sibling?" please say yes, black mojdi, loose white embroidered pants, will beat your ass in gilli danda, will give you forehead swats if you stare too much, "gandakdo", bites down a grin whenever you make a horrible pj, probably trained in a classical dance, *munches bhakarwadi*, kaanch ki chudiya intensifies, she doesn't tolerate spice— spice tolerates her, thinks about while seeing bichhiya in jewellery shops
the aaj jaane ki zid na karo: pahadi, has hid you from her parents, *puts a rose behind your ear*, was the og abba nahi manenge, scarlet lipstick, her nose gets cold before anything else, payal on only one foot, "arey i don't how that white kurta turned out to be half translucent ;)", if you think she doesn't notice you wearing her favourite itr everytime you meet her you're wrong, don't remind her how blushy she gets when you kiss her cheek she will slap your arm, has a year long kharash, garam garam pakode, kalamkari shawls™, sings dukhi mann mere in such a heavenly voice, keeps you like a secret love letter, will send you full length pictures of her outfits, *lays on your chest*, calls you after a terrible fight with her family, "will you run away with me, someday?" "i will."
the reshami khwaab: that one girl who's always playing the guitar? that's her, sleek long fingers, short kurta and jeans, *bends her neck*, everything silk and cotton, can't tell her socks from yours, curses a LOT, puts oil in your hair and massages softly while you're literally dying, her favourite dosai place is the best i don't make the rules, *kisses both of your knuckles*, wide pants and palazzos, good at math, "will you stop staring im literally just putting my hair in a bun!" no you're obsessed with her, will link her pinky with yours in trams, will hide her face in her hands if your compliments get a little too dirty, small jhumkas, occasionally smokes, it calms her nerves, will latch on to you and not let go after a hard day,
the pronoyini: her deep-set eyes god help you now, *chokes on prasad*, blank diaries with hand-crafted textile covers, long hair braided 24×7, short hair always adorned with a hairband, loose and airy slippers, "shonaaaaaaa", theatre kid obviously, ruffles your hair mindlessly, long gazes across the room, smells like fresh aloe vera all the time, aloo bhujia worshipper, heavy razais, *bumps shoulder jaan karke*, kisses your cheek at any occasion, somehow the corner ka confectioner knows about you two???? and free roshogollas on your birthday?? she has done some serious bribing, will show off your gifts to her to her favourite cousins, kurtis with plunge necklines, small pencils scattered everywhere on her table, her cakes are amazing, black nails, back aches constantly, be prepared to listen to jodi tor daak shune keu every moment for the rest of your life spoiler alert: it's adorable
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ay fam, this has been on my mind a lot: do you know the "calling your boyfriend/husband by his first name" challenge? how would la squadra react when you call them by their first names instead of whatever nickname you call them? 🤣
A/N: Hello Cotton! Omg this is totally something I have thought of before because of the trend! 😆 Thanks for requesting btw and for your patience. Reblogs, feedback, and comments are much appreciated!!
La Squadra x Reader calling them by first name instead of nickname
warnings: none
genre: comedy/fluff
Sorbet & Gelato:
Both of them have nicknames they gave each other before they met you. And yes, they totally expect you to use them. Of course, as their partner you are more than happy to call them every sweet name under the stars. Gelato comes up with nicknames for you quite quickly and Sorbet is more than happy to oblige, truthfully, he's not the nicknaming type but he likes indulging Gelato. Clearly, their nicknames are important to them and when you come in with your little prank it doesn't quite end well for you. First of all, Gelato is offended, and when his boyfriend is offended so is Sorbet.
"What did you just call me?"
"Gelato-"
"It's 'baby Gel' to you!"
Risotto:
He isn't partial to nicknames much and doesn't mind that you call him by them. It was a bit flustering at first because he's not used to being addressed so affectionately. Like everything else in his life, your nickname falls into his routine almost perfectly. It's the moments when you call him "Risotto!" instead of your usual "Ris" or "caro" when he starts to think something is very wrong. His initial reaction is always panicking that something happened to you or perhaps you're in danger, especially if you do it over the phone.
"Hey Ris-"
"............what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you being attacked? tell me you're safe"
Prosciutto:
Of course, he has some nicknames for you, very classic ones. He might even have more intimate nicknames from when it's just the two of you. There is no expectation of nick names for you to give to him, he's satisfied being addressed by you either way. But he adores the ones you give him! So when he's used to being called sweet names all the time even just using his full code-name is confusing to him. Are you being serious and not playful? He's almost cautious about what you will say next
"Hey Prosciutto-"
'Hm.. not Pros?' he thinks ".....yes?"
Pesci:
He is so soft for nick names! They make him blush but they're also an indication for your love for him which makes him incredibly happy. He has some for you too, but more often than not, they're used in private or when you're very intimate. But he's a creature of habit. He gets so used to your nick names anything else makes him nervous now! Whether it's his code-name or real name it always makes him stop. Poor man would think you're breaking up with him or delivering sad news.
"Hey Pesci..."
"Y-yeah?... please tell me you're not mad..."
Formaggio:
Literally the king of nick names, how could you do this to him? His favorite is most definitely 'sweetie baby' but he has a whole arsenal. In the beginning of your relationship when you didn't give him a nickname yet it made him pout just a bit. He wasn't disappointed but it's not secret he relishes when you call him sweet things! It clearly means you're happy. Which obviously means when you utter his name, he's in trouble or you're very angry. Not even a cutesy version of 'Formaggio'? like 'Maggi'? yeah that's cruel.
"Hey Formaggio"
"Babe.... baby what's wrong.. did I do something?
Illuso:
He's an incredible flirt and so has a plethora of names he loves to call you. He really likes it if your have different sides than when you two are in public or private so he'd be smug about being called sweet names in private. Because he can make that distinction, it totally throws him out of loop if your call like Illuso when you're alone. What happened to lulu? or even illu? That's his favorite one! It makes him sulk quietly and give you the silent treatment.
"Hey Illuso"
"....."
"Illuso....?"
"....."
"lulu!!"
"There you go!!"
Melone:
Known for being the most sexually deviant in La Squadra, it's no surprise to find that nicknames for him are a bit more sexual than normal. Of course he has nicknames for soft moments too! But the sexual ones excite him the most and it just so happens to be that you use his real name in the bedroom. So when you use his full name or even his code-name it could have a lecherous tinge for him. Are you suggesting something?
"Hey Melone"
"Hm~ what is it? Are you in the mood for something?..."
Ghiaccio:
Another one who's not partial to nicknames. He appreciates the ones you give him, it's flustering so he'd rather not deal with it in public. But it totally makes him associate certain moods and tones with how you are with him when using nicknames. Your prank about using his code-name or real name makes him suspicious and maybe a teensy bit hostile. But he doesn't mean to come off that way! He's just confused.
"Hey Ghiaccio"
"Huh? woah woah woah wait, no Ghia? What happened to that?"
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