THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY

THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY

BITCHHHH WE GETTING THE GRILLS BACK

come to me (shuri x reader)

heyyyyy!! this is the second book i’m writing on tumblr and what did I chose? pain.

warnings: angst, tears, mental health issues, self harm (it doesn’t go too in depth, just a small remark), reader is fluent in xhosa, I think that’s all

translations: ukhathazwa yintoni sithandwa sam?: what troubles you my love? ndicela undiyeke: please leave me alone, sithandwa sam, mandikuncede: my love, let me help you, yonke into izakulunga: everything will be alright

shuri has not left the lab in two days. two consecutive days. naturally, that worries me; my wife of four years has been cooped up in a lab for days without a little as a text. she hasn’t even come to eat breakfast. as a matter of fact, she hasn’t come down to eat at all…

I make my way down to her lab and begin knocking on the door. “shuri!” now, I know shuri isn’t a fan of being yelled at, but this was starting to be too much for me to look past. she hasn’t uttered a word to me or anyone else for far too long.

“shuri, ukhathazwa yintoni sithandwa sam? please come out; we can talk about this!” I knew she was troubled. she only got like this when something was on her mind. we’ve talked about healthier ways of expressing emotions in a therapy session we did a while ago, and I thought she was doing pretty well in communicating with me more efficiently. I suppose i’ve been mistaken

“I just need to be alone. i’m fine,” she said softly through the door. that was not the voice of shuri when she was doing “fine.” she sounded crippled and weak. something was paining her deep within her heart; I can feel it.

“then why haven’t I seen you? you have not come to bed in 2 days shuri, I want to see you face to face,” I demanded. my heart swelled with hurt from my wife’s distance. I know she’s been through a lot, but I wanted to be there for her. “i’ll give you 30 seconds to open this door before I get Okoye to break it down. I am not joking with you ohh!”

“ndicwela undiyeke, please I don’t want to talk now,” she was crying. I can hear it in the way her voice cracks and wavers. my mouth fell slightly agape; i’ve seen shuri cry many times, and i’ve seen her at her lowest, so why was she shutting me out?

“sithandwa sam, mandikuncede! i love you more than life itself, and it pains me to see you like this. open this door, and we can talk out whatever is bothering you!” I want nothing more than for shuri to be happy. she has been through too much, yet she still keeps a brave face on for the rest of Wakanda to see. but I am not Wakanda. I am her wife. the person she should reside in when she feels too many emotions to handle on her own.

I call out, “shuri?” and am met with silence. was she ok? what was she doing in there? what is she feeling? what is she thinking? “shuri, please, you know I worry about you!” still, nothing but silence.

“shuri! I am not joking with you, please don’t let me get Okoye!” my eyebrows furrow in worry as I hear a loud thump coming from the other side of the door, as well as a quiet sob.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this for y/n. i’m so tired, and my heart aches. I can’t stop thinking about her. she’s all I see when I close my eyes, she’s watching over me, and I feel like nothing but a disappointment.” all I hear is pure grief and pain in my wife’s voice.

hearing her confession pains me as i know exactly what she is talking about. she has never talked about her mother's death, mainly concentrating on T’challa. still, there was a whole sheet of grief and pain that needed to be uncovered for shuri to heal fully.

shuri regrets her last words to her mother deeply. for bast sake, she had said them over the phone. shuri replays her words in her head constantly, constantly thinking about what she could have said differently, how stubborn she was, how selfish she was; would her mother still be alive had she just listened to what she said? shuri felt unworthy even to speak her mother's name because had shuri just listened and stopped acting like a child, her mother would be here to guide her, to love her, to tell her “yonke into izakulunga,” and that she loved her.

“shuri, open this door,” I say firmly but softly. the door cracks open, and I take that as an invitation to walk in. what I see next feels like a bullet to my chest.

shuri is on the floor curled up in a ball with fresh tears running down her face, heavy breathing, disheveled hair, and broken sobs flowing out her mouth. she has a small bruise on her left ankle, and it looks like a burn mark.

I drop down to where she sat and pull her into my chest. “oh, shuri,” is all I can say after seeing her in this state. my mind can’t manage to say anything else, and my heart is shattered. I want to tell her not to blame herself, that her mother loves her and is watching over her with pride, that everything will be ok, but for now, i sit and hold shuri in silence as she sobs against me.

WHEWWWW CHILE

i’m sorry y’all today was a bad day and I felt like writing smth short and sad.

normally I hate writing/reading sad shit so if this sucks lmk 🤭

ugh I listened to love in the dark by adele while writing this.. and I couldn’t stop crying

I need a scotty fic and imma write one… not today, nor tomorrow, but best believe imma write one

as a bald headed bitch who constantly gets made fun of cause of her hair, sometimes it gets me tight. joke is overused c’mon now y’all..

this is just me but uhhhh —

i don’t find the jokes about letitia being bald funny like at all… nor the ones about eva like … black women are already so scrutinized for our hair and cutting it short is such a big deal and y’all go there first the minute this celebrity who doesn’t know you at all decides to fuck around with her friends..

and yes it’s usually other black women and ppl make the “lil bill” jokes but to me.. i just can’t read it right..

my favorite writers are not only reblogging, BUT COMMENTING ON MY FIC… oml… im gonna faint 🏃🏾‍♀️ THANK YOU SM FOR READING IF YOU DID LITERALLY I AM SO HAPPY

finally got around to reading this after class and lord my girl did not disappoint 🫡

let’s go everywhere together +18 (riri williams x reader) pt 2

it’s one of your first school breaks with riri and you’ve been trying to avoid any contact with your family for as long as possible, ignoring phone calls and not reading texts. riri notices this, and plans a couple of weeks away for you both, surprising you and accidentally causing some of the problems you wanted to avoid arise.

we’re back again folks. riri my love, i neeeddd you. y’all already know this is that little riri series i’m working on and i really hope you guys are liking it bc i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon! riri means the world to me (part one here!)

my usually warnings; overstim, strap on sex, crying, praise kink, pet names, light bullying, squirting, multiple orgasms, reader gets spoiled/ mild angst, homophobic family, unsupportive family, lesbianaphobia and harsh language, crying (for a different reason), supportive! riri, defensive! riri

song inspo : do you mind by evann mcintosh

tag list; thank you my loves for all the support!! @chidinma @rxcently @vlkyriesverse @verachii @widowmakker @mocha-aya @shuristan101 @dejaonline @supahst4r @no-oneelsebutnsu @an1meslvt @shuriszn @yamsthoughts @6-noir @g4yforu @adharaoaklyn @remwritess @lolas-bunny @msplayas @acommonwhor3

enjoy!! 💟

riri had been spoiling you lately. and you knew exactly why.

spring break was coming up, and the year had flown right past your eyes. your grades were good, you were good, so happy and content living your little life with riri on campus, but it was all coming to an end. in just one short week, your world was going to come crashing down. in one week you’d either have to decide to go back home for three weeks and face the wrath that is your extremely awful mother or nearly empty your already small bank account to rent an air bnb or hotel room long enough for the break.

you couldn’t fathom staying with your mother, it would practically kill you; her terrible, old ways and just all in all intensity was just so unpleasant to be around, but it was overall how much you knew she hated that you were a lesbian. it ate her up inside like she was dealing with her own demons about her sexuality of some sort, but you couldnt take three weeks of fighting, or her threatening to kick you out or end your phone plan or anything like that.

and those thoughts have been weighing on you, making you go quiet during conversations and having a lull in participation in even your favorite class. all your cakes in culinary were failing and your notes had become jumbled and useless to understand, so much so your professors pulled you aside to ask if there was any way they could help.

you always said, “yes, keep me in class over break so i don’t have to go home,” and they always laughed, even though you were completely serious.

riri was picking up on this too. she would constantly buy you things, you spent every single night in her dorm, or you were never in yours alone. she would be at your side, always trying to make you laugh in some way to ease your mind. and you appreciated it, of course you did, but thoughts like these weren’t just going to disappear anytime soon.

it was really weighing you down.

you were leaving your composition and design class, and in two short hours you’d literally be homeless, broke, or driven into insanity and the thought made your chest ache. you sighed as your phone rang in your pocket, you knew who it was, even though you had blocked her after her very disturbing comments on thanksgiving.

once the call dropped, you called riri, already feeling tears weld up in your eyes. she picks up almost immediately, “hey baby, class over?” and you whisper a small “yeah,” walking straight to her dorm with your head down and voice quiet. riri hears it though, “hey, it’s alright baby, she still calling?” and you nod even though you know she can’t see you, but she understands. “when you get home, i have a surprise okay, it’ll make you feel so much better i promise, okay? it’s already unlocked,” and you smiled, eyes still wet but your heart finally slowed, “thank you, baby,”

and you hear her smile, “anything for you,” your steps pick up a bit, and finally you’re at her building.

riri’s music is heard through her dorm room before you even get there and you smile to yourself, happy to know everything will get better the minute you open her door.

when you do, riri’s packing, most of her dorm already barren and empty and your heart sinks. right, you think, riri’s leaving. your mind reels for a second but riri sees you and comes up to you and rubs your arms, “hey, woah, whatever you’re thinking stop it because it’s not it, it’s alright,” and you nod, trying to hear her but your eyes are already getting wet again and you feel stupid and so over it—

and riri pulls up her phone, showing you her screen, and it says,

your two week air bnb has been booked! confirmation code 7HD89JKMA. CHECK IN: April, 4 2:00 pm under name, RIRI WILLIAMS, for destination myrtle beach, south carolina thank you!

you blink for a second, not actually understand the message until riri talks again, “i know you were really stressed about going home and all that shit for spring break, so i thought we could spend it together,” she says, smiling, and your heart swells and you smile, eyes now wet for a different reason, and you want to hug her but you think—

“oh my god, riri, how much was this? we can’t— you shouldn’t have—” and she cuts you off, “actually i didn’t even spend that much. turns out the owners are real but fans of ironheart, so, for a little fee of 10k, i gave them a lil prototype blaster i made,” she shrugs a bit when you laugh at her, shocked, “i honestly can’t believe they bought it, that thing was so useless,” she’s saying but you can’t hear her, your head is ringing and you’re filled with so much joy.

you nearly tackle her into a hug, much like she does you, and she laughs as you kiss all over her face, your lip gloss getting everywhere and you’re saying “thank you, thank you, thank you,” over and over again and riri holds you close, rubbing your back and kissing you when your lips finally meet. she holds you there, a long, deep kiss, and you smile into it, holding on to her like she’s the only think that matters. you pull away, sighing, “i love you,” you whisper against her nose and she whispers it right back, looking deep into your eyes.

you’ve packed nearly everything you could think of, sunscreen, toothpaste, your hair products… you’re fumbling through your bad at the air port, checking one last time and riri comes back with your sandwhiches laughing. “babe, you’ve got it all, we checked like four times, it’s alright,” she says exasperated. you sigh out a laugh as she sits down, “i know, you’re right, okay. i’ll stop, which ones yours?” and she hands you your food and you both sit in comfortable silence.

you smile to yourself as the time passes, riri on her phone watching some show she’s tried to rope you into and you listening to music, head on her shoulder as you wait for your flight to board. you still couldn’t fathom that riri had done all this just for you, just so you could stop worrying and finally relaxing.

you sigh to yourself and glance at her slightly, her eyebrows down as her murder mystery plays. you chuckle and she looks at you, “what?” she says smirking, and you giggle, “no, nothing your show watching face is just so cute, you look so serious,” and she shoves you a bit, “man, look, i’m trying to figure who murder angela! and they keep talking about stupid shit, like i can’t, even the deceive is pissing me of like—,” and she’s rambling again, already eager to talk to you about her show, and you’ve heard a million times but it still makes you smile.

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket though, before riri can get too deep in it, and your heart sinks a bit. riri notices, “how many times is that today?” she says quietly, focusing all her attention on you now. you sigh once the call drops, “15,” whispering it out like it’s a secret. riri exhales right behind you, “fucking shit, that’s insane,” and you nod, leaning back into her shoulder. she wraps an arm around you, kissing your forehead lightly, “when we land you gonna turn your phone off?” she suggested still quiet, and you chew on your lip thinking. she had asked you beforehand, during your packing and you gave her an uneasy shrug.

“what if it’s an emergency? what if she needs me?” you said sadly, fulling sitting down and riri almost rolled her eyes at you, “baby, look at me, if it was an emergency there’s something called voicemail. and who cares?! she treated you like shit!” and you sigh,

“i know, it’s just,” you fold another pair of pants, “she’s my mom, i guess,” you whisper and riri walks over to you, titling your head up, “i know, mami, but look at how much this stresses you out. i just want you happy, baby, in anyway possible. so just, think about it okay?” and you nod and riri kisses you slowly, hands on your waist to pull you closer.

you put your hand in hers, sighing, “i might. i think i will,” you say quietly and she nods, licking her lips to hide her smile. you chuckle to yourself because you see it, she’s so obvious, and suddenly your flight number is up on the screen, the now boarding sign making you and riri jump up and collect your things, shoving a few more pieces of sandwich in your mouths. the plane boards quickly, everyone just like you and riri, rushing to get somewhere else for spring break. you sit once you’ve past all the security and riri, being the sweet girlfriend she is, gives you the window seat. you smile at her, a silent thank you, as the plane begins to take off.

riri’s checked every bed, bathroom, and beyond once you guys arrive to make sure everything is clean and ready to be used. you had gone to the master bedroom and god, it was gorgeous; long wall sized windows against the side that opened to a gorgeous balcony right above a small pool downstairs. the bed itself was huge, you and riri so used to the twin xl’s MIT provided had you both geeked. you’re on the balcony, breathing in and sighing once you hear the all clear from riri downstairs.

“so after we get all unpacked you wanna head to the beach, relax a bit before the sun sets, yeah?” she says behind you and turn to her, soft smile on your lips. she’s already changed, some shorts (god, look at her thighs) and a crop top, already changed for the warmer weather of south carolina. she smiles back at you when she sees you, “what?” her mouth quirking up to the sides, like she already knows and it’s likely she does.

you walk slowly to her, smiling and biting your lip, before you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close, “thank you baby,” you whisper lowly and she gets the hint and smiles a bit harder too, leaning in with a, “youre welcome, my love,” whispered back before your mouth is finally on hers.

it starts slow, both you and riri just happy to feel each other and finally having some time outside of school to be in each other presence. you’ve already cut your phone off, riri almost begging you to once the plane lands and you do, agreeing you two should just spend some time together. she’s rubbing up and down your back, lightly groping your ass and you sigh against her mouth, enjoying the foreplay.

you feel riri start to lead you both back inside, walking backwards as you follow, your tongue melting against hers. she whines a bit, pulling away, “all of our stuff is downstairs, shit,” and you sigh, “you want me to get it?” and riri looks in your eyes, shaking her head, “no i can get it, you stay here and look pretty,” she says, all too close to your mouth, before she walks off, slapping your ass slightly earning a small yell of surprise from you.

you roll your eyes once she’s downstairs and sought after the bed, sighing and laying down once you hit the plush covers. riri was right for making you turn off your phone, you decide, your brain was clear and you heart was full; now all you thought about was making love with your girlfriend over and over and over again.

when she finally comes back, she had her boxers on and the small black bag from your luggage full of your sex toys. you sit up, leaning all your weight in your forearms and lowering your eyes. riri smiles a bit and walks towards you, finally on top of you again, setting the bag on your side and rubbing up your thighs under your dress, kissing you deeply. you moan slightly, moving your head in tandem with hers and she moves your dress up to your stomach, reveling your already soaking underwear.

you sigh into her mouth and she pulls away with a drag of your lip, “what do you want, mami? can you ask me?” she whispers agains your lips, hands right before your clothed clit and you whine, your mind fogged, “god, fuck me, riri, please, i need it,” you moan back against her and she smiles again, kissing you briefly before heading back to your neck, kissing you there and slowly taking off your underwear.

you whine and sigh, impatient, and riri grounds your thighs with her hands, “it’s alright baby, i got you.” and toss your head back once she finally adds some pressure to your clit, it’s cute but it’s not enough, “cmon riri, please… please, more, i— i need it—” you whine back desperately and riri sits up and nods, a quick “yeah okay, baby,” and finally moves your thighs around so she can twist your underwear off and you moan once the chilled air hits your lips and riri practically licks her at the sight of you: dress pulled up and pussy wet and pulsing. you feel yourself heat up under her gaze and it makes you try to cover yourself, “cmon, baby, hurry..” you emphasize and riri nearly scoffs.

“we got three weeks together baby, imma take my time with you, okay?” and she says it like she doesn’t care if you object. you moan, frustrated, but you feel her kiss at your thighs and it makes you sigh out in relief to some degree. she finally gets to your pussy and you feel her breathe and your thighs twitch.

“you have such a pretty pussy, mami, have i ever told you that? so fucking beautiful,” and you groan, closing your eyes at the praise and move your pussy closer to her mouth and riri laughs cruelly, “not yet baby, let me look at you,” she whispers and she takes two fingers to pull your lips apart, your entrance pulsing lowly and you jump, sighing and whining. “so wet for me, love, fuck,” she whispers lowly, moving in and kissing your clit; you moan at the suddenly contact, legs shaking a bit under her hand.

riri moans against you, pulling away slightly, “and you always taste so fucking good for me, baby,” and you moan once her whole mouth nearly swallows your clit, riri sucking heavily against you now, and you buck, your thighs threatening to close around her head as you moan out.

“unghhhfffffuuccckkk, ri, baby, right there, right thereeee—!” you squirm against her, riri’s hands holding your legs apart as her mouth works on you, sucking gently and soothing over your thighs, a silent “go ahead and let it out,” you’ve come to realize. and you always do, cursing, moaning, yelling, whatever you can as riri’s tongue opens you up.

your orgasm approaches fast— of course it does with all her teasing— and you sigh, moans changing in pitch as you thrust up in her mouth, whining out, “i’m cumming, god fuck, i’m cumming, baby, please don’t stop— FUCK, fuck, i’m cumming—!” and you feel riri nod against your clit. you yell out as you feel your orgasm trickle through your entire body, clit swelling and pulsing under her tongue as she eases you through it, hands soothing over your thighs as she continues to suck, gentler this time, until she hears you whine high pitched and overstimulated and riri pulls away, chin sticky and huffing.

you sigh once you see her, setting up in your elbows and coaxing her to come forward and riri does, climbing over your body and kissing her deeply, sighing into your mouth as you do too, tasting yourself on her lips. you pull her down completely, arms wrapped around her feeling all her weight on yours.

riri pulls away first, “i really wanna fuck you, baby,” and you giggle, spreading your legs a bit, “well then go ahead,” you tease at her and she laughs too, moving back to where she was, sitting up and toying with your pussy slightly, fingering you slowly, trying to open you and you gasp, still reeling from your last orgasm and she soothes over your thigh, shushing you, “so good, baby, just take it okay?” and you nod, feeling her fingers move in and out of you curling up occasionally to hit your g-spot.

you moan, “i’m — haa, i’m ready baby, please, cmon, ri please—” and riri nods, probably feeling more anxious than you and adjusts the strap against her boxers, taking her fingers out momentarily to grab the lube, lathering herself up and beginning to move against you. you sigh, ready and eager, and you feel her.

your eyes roll back and close as a low moan leaves you, her strap sliding inside you with ease and you feel your head toss back as riri comes forward, and she lets out her own, “fuck,” watching her enter you slowly, your pussy filling out as she reaches the hilt, her lower stomach right against yours, your clit brushing up against her boxers. you whine out once riri bottoms out, holding on her forearms and pulling her down for a kiss.

riri gives you no time to adjust after she feels you whine in her mouth and grind against her, she pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, the skin on skin contact echoing around the room. you disconnect your lips to moan, yelling out curses as she fucks into you. the strap on she’s using you can tell is the newer one; just a bit bigger with rubbed edges to make you feel everything. you’ve only used it maybe twice but, fuck, it’s becoming your favorite. you sigh out as riri leans down and attacks your neck, moving her hands against your breasts.

you gasp, “ohhhh, right there baby, pleaseeee fuck me fuck me right there—!” riri finally changes her angle and fucks deep on your g-spot, thrusts becoming sloppy once she hears how close you are. riri’s dick was always able to drive you over the edge even when you’ve just reached it. you toss your head back but riri says it before you can, still keeping her harsh pace, “gonna cum baby? yeah? ask me mami, ask me,” she grunts out and you claw at the sheets, pussy twitching and full of her dick.

“fuck— haaaffffuccccckk, riri baby, ri please please, PLEASE ughhh let me cum please, i’m so— i’m so close—!” and riri nods, your moans always driving her closer to her own orgasm, you’ve discovered. you feel her thighs shake a bit against yours and you moan once she nods, adding some pressure on your clit, “cum for me mami, let me see it, go ahead,” you sigh out a “thank you,” mumbling praises and such as you feel your pussy squeeze around riri, pulsing and twitching as your head tosses back and you feel your orgasm string though you, your whole body glowing.

riri’s right behind you, clit rubbing against the softness of her boxers being paired with your moans enough to drive her over. she curses lowly, still thrusting some like she’s trying to push her orgasm inside of you and the thought makes you twitch in excitement once your pussy finally calms down. riri sighs out and pulls out slowly, collecting her breath as you do the same. she gently falls next to you and you rub against her cheek with your hand, smiling. she smiles back at you, holding your hand in hers.

you close your eyes, slightly, sighing before you hear riri say, “one more?” and you gasp at her and shove her a bit, laughing and giggling, “sure, sure, cmon,” and she’s smiling once more when you open your eyes and leans over to kiss you. riri’s infamous “one more?” usually meant all night.

you both maneuver in a way that results in you on top of riri, sliding down slowly on her dick and you both sigh, riri watching you intensely and holding your dress up so she can get the full view, “you’re so pretty, baby,” she whispers kissing your knuckles. you’re holding on to her hands to ground yourself, body still quivering from your orgasm and you whine once your completely full again, the dildo rubbing against your walls.

riri thrusts up slightly, asking quietly, “you okay?” and you nod your head, eyes still shut trying to adjust. she sits up properly and captures your mouth, holding on to your back and you wrap your arms around her. she kisses you deeply, slowly thrusting and moving inside you and you gasp lowly against her mouth.

it’s a slow pace, mostly just because you want to feel each other and riri keeps it up until you start to get impatient, rutting against her more aggressively to get some stimulation on your clit. you sigh out once she takes the hint and lays you both down, thrusting up into and still leaving your mouth connected. you moan, separating for a bit, “ohhh, ri, love you—” you slut a bit, pushing back down on her in tandem with her thrusts. she whispers it back, dazed and sighing a bit, thrusts getting sloppier as both of your orgasms approached once more. “i’m— unnnhhhh in cumming baby, i feel it, ohhh ri— fuck, fuck—!” and you feel your orgasm ripple through you again, your brain buzzing lowly and your thighs flexing and twitching against hers. riri cums not a moment later, holding on to your back and moaning lowly in your chin, making you sigh and rub her arms as she pulses in her boxers.

you both fall over now, sighing and collecting yourselves. riri rubs all over your body and kisses your shoulders. you giggle, “i know you said you wanted go to the beach but i literally cannot move,” and she laughs behind you, “me neither, let’s go to bed,” and you laugh as she turns both of you over, slipping out of you and gathering all the toys together and putting them in the sink. you don’t miss how her legs wobble a bit. you joke, “you alright there?”

she’s faced away from you but her middle finger comes up, “fuck you,” she jokes right back and you laugh a bit, fixing your dress and sitting up properly, “you just did, babe, let’s get some rest please,”

and she comes back, different shirt on, still flicking you off. you sigh once she lays down, gathering you up in her arms, your dress now off leaving you in your undershirt. you sigh against her chest as she turns on the tv for some background noise, “i love you, you know that?” you whisper slightly and riri nods, “of course you do, i just got done fucking your brains out so yeah i hope you love me,” she jokes and you hit her chest lightly “oh whatever,” you say but you’re smiling, eyes shutting slightly as you relax in her arms. she whispers a soft, “goodnight,” into your scalp and sleep washes over you, you too content to fight it anymore.

riri takes you on a shopping spree the next afternoon after some quick shower sex. it ends with you steaming and jelly legged and riri walks out wobbling a bit too and you both laugh. the shower itself was huge enough for you both and then some, and you both felt refreshed and relaxed once more.

you wear a simple one piece, the florals of the romper coloring your skin nicely. a gold set matches your dress, one riri had bought for you for your birthday. riri wears another crop top and a small skirt, hugging everything just right and you can’t help but smack her ass once she walks by to get her hair clips. she slaps your hand away laughing out, “exactly why i never wear this shit,” but you know she likes the attention.

you both leave after a small quick breakfast, walking out in the sun and holding hands. you’re right on the boardwalk, thanks to riri’s haggling of her creation, and it’s between a museum, an aquarium, and some shopping centers. you’re already excited, phone still off and head still feeling clear, and you don’t even have to ask riri to follow you into some stores.

you shop for a bit, trying things on with riri and making her try some things on with you. she leaves the boutique with a nice new suit and you a new romper like you don’t already have 6, which is what riri says.

when you’re back on the boardwalk, you make simple conversation, holding bags and walking to the next boutique, “i think we should go shoe shopping next, yeah?” you suggest and riri perks up, her not-so-secret interest was shoes and she smiles a bit, the quirks of her mouth tilting, much like it does when she’s shying up, “yeah, that’s cool,” she plays it off but you smile anyways.

you smile a bit, really enjoying the moment until—

“y/n? holy shit is that really you?”

your stomach turns. it really couldn’t be, there’s no way. riri turns before you do, eyebrows down, making eye contact with a young girl, maybe a couple of years older than you, before turning you, “uh, who is that?”

you eyes feel wet, “girl, you really not gon say hi to your sister?!” riri gapes at you and you turn around before she can say anything more, “charmaine, hey girl!” you laugh out awkwardly and your sister smiles a bit harder, rings blinging in the sun and teeth nearly blinding you. she comes towards you and opens her arms, hugging her with your bags in hand.

“girllll, it’s been so long!! where you been?” fuck, you wanted to leave, but you laugh away your tears as she pulls away to look at you. “oh yknow, still MIT, remember?”

charmaine smacks her lips, “oh yeah, i remember that, you thought you was all that getting into that school, huh? didn’t tell nobody nothing!” you feel the heat in your stomach grow, you did tell them, you had told everyone and they acted like you were supposed to stay home and refused to help you and didn’t bat an eye when your mama kicked you out and— “yeah, i guess i just wanted to keep it to myself,” you mutter and charmaine laughs again, pulling out her phone.

riri’s watching you intensely, mostly because she knows you’re lying, she’s heard this story before— you wanted so badly for your family to be proud of you, and when the time came for affirmative action and you got into MIT early they had cast you out like they couldn’t fathom you leaving let alone so far away.

“and who is this? mama was talking about you being with somebody, but i ain’t know she meant a girl,” charmaine says the last part like it physically pains her to get it out, and you feel it all over again, everything you wanted to avoid, your memories flood back— thanksgiving, your senior year, charmaine telling you to suck it up and stop crying when your mama would yell and embarrass you every year—

“yeah, well, fuck you too,” riri mumbles only for you to hear, folding her arms. “my name is riri, and i think that’s our que to leave,” and she offers her hand to you and you stiffen, ready to go but hear charmaine’s voice, “oh my god, you’re really a dyke? like for real, holy shit no wonder you never call anybody,” charmaine doesn’t even pay attention to what riri had even said and you chuckle eyes still wet and heart still beating and she scoffs, “girl if you gon be smart be smart to my face, stop saying shit under your breath,”

“why are you here, charmaine?” you finally ask, looking up, tears spilling and you catch riri look at you for a second but your sister doesn’t miss a beat, “girl it’s spring break, you’re not the only one in school, yknow. i know you think you hot shit but i got classes and all that bullshit too,” and she’s already getting offensive, much like she always was, you’d ask a simple question and she’d treat it like an interrogation.

“okay, you’re right; it is spring break. but you’re here. the beach, of all places. and you hate the beach, remember? for my birthday all i wanted was to go to the beach and we left four days early because mama believed you when you lied about being allergic to fucking sand,” your voice is raising now, all the bottled feelings coming up in your throat and you feel riri put her hand in your back but it doesn’t settle you, “yeah, well that was forever ago—”

you cut her off, “and yet here you are, faux sand allergy and all, the day after i haven’t returned any of mamas calls, a week after you had texted me that you was really disappointed in the way i was acting, right? so, you, my sister who i havent seen in nearly five years with a hatred of the beach so big she ruined my birthday, are here, on the fucking beach. so i ask, why?”

charmaine opens her mouth to speak but you can’t stop whatever train your on, “why are you here when you told me that no one would ever love me? when mama kicked me out five years ago and you threw my stuff out with her? why are you here when last year you told me you were ‘proud to be an only child’? why the fuck are you here when i’m finally fucking happy and forgetting about the fucking shitty family i came from?!” you finally yell, a couple of onlookers walking by and staring but you don’t care, all the shyness you had felt are replaced by white hot rage, the feeling deep inside your stomach like a pit that’s been sat for too long.

charmaine sighs a bit, clearly not going to give you the answer you were looking for, and says, “mama was worried,” you laugh, a deep, cruel laugh that even shocks you a bit. “yeah if she was so fucking worried, she wouldn’t have kicked me out two fucking months before i started classes.” you spit out harshly and she’s about to retort but you remember what riri had told you, and get it out before she can stop you, “tell mama, if she calls me again, i’m calling the police for harassment. and if she ever sends you to follow me again, i’m reporting you both for stalking,”

you hear riri stifle a bit of a laugh, and charmaine is about to speak, but youre turning away before she can, picking up some of the bags your dropped and letting out a deep breath, riri coming to your side immediately. “are you okay?” she whispers as you both walk away and you feel everything you had been holding back in your throat once again, wet, hot tears burn at your eyes and you shake your head “no,” you whisper out and she nods, holding you close and walking away faster, trying to find a bench for something for you to sit on.

your mind is racing, heart still beating out of your chest and once your sat you sigh and riri stands up, wrapping her arms around your head and you rest your face in her stomach, sobbing quietly. you can hear riri, she’s whispering everything you need to hear, much like she always does, and it has you smiling despite your face wet and eyes still leaking. you were just happy to be alone with her again.

she pulls you back after a second, making you look into her eyes and she smiles, “you cried all your makeup off, oh no,” she says and you laugh a bit, “yeah and i got it all over your crop top, so, we’re even,” you say, sighing and wiping your face. riri chuckles again and sits next you, both of you facing the river banks outstretched on top of the sunset.

riri breaks the silent moment, “you okay?” she whispers once again, and you sigh, leaning back and settling into her shoulder, “yeah, i’m okay. i’m sorry i never told you about her,” you whisper the last part.

riri scoffs a bit, “i totally get why you didn’t, she fucking sucks,” and you laugh a bit again, sniffling some. riri speaks again, “no but seriously. you don’t have to tell me about your family if you don’t want to. every detail and like, who wronged you how, if you want me to know i’m here to listen but if you wanna forget and start over? i’m here for that too,” she whispers the last part, a sweet secret she wants you and you alone to know. you smile, face heating, even at your most honest, heartfelt moments riri could still make you shy up and blush like a little girl.

you sigh again, “i hate that she was here, but… i don’t want to talk about it anymore. i just wanna spend the rest of my break with you,” you say looking at her and she looks at you again, tilting your head with her fingers, leaning in, “me too,” she whispers back, closing the space between you.

riri fucks you deep and slow that night. she runs you a bath and you wear a silk nightgown to bed just to pull it over and nearly devour you like she hasn’t had you before. and you know why— riri takes the ability to put your mind on something else incredibly seriously like it’s her second job. and you love her for it.

“unnmmfffuckkkk—!” you’re gasping out, the third orgasm you’ve had racking through you as her left hand works on your clit and she fucks you from behind, a position you’d never admit to her was your favorite. she nods, hearing you completely fall apart, kissing your shoulder blades as you moan out, sighing when you feel your pussy squirt out a bit, legs clamping and thighs flexing. you sign once it’s done and done, falling on your forearms and gasping to catch your breath. she leans down against you totally now, kissing you all over.

she whispers against your skin, “you wanna go again?” and sigh and nod, and riri pulls out, a slick wet noise escaping you and she taps your thighs asking you to turn over. you sigh, moving on your back and she’s on top of you once more, capturing your mouth and rubbing over your breasts and your stomach. you feel her start to slide against you, the strap already covered in your cum and it makes you moan against her mouth.

she finally pushes inside again, startling you a bit and you whimper, feeling her again. riri moves away from your mouth, kissing your cheeks and ears as her thrusts start, whispering lowly in your ear, “i love you, baby,” and it makes your body nearly glow, you sigh out and claw at her back, the whisper in her voice enough to be stimulating. “riri, fuck— haaaa—”

and riri keeps talking, strap kissing your g-spot as her thrust grow faster and harsher, “you’re so perfect, mami, you know that? so good for me, i’m so happy you’re mine, my love,” and you can hear it all over your entire body it seems, your head is spinning and your legs feel locked under hers but your orgasm is approaching and you can feel it, whimpering and tossing your head back, claws deep into riri’s back, “i’m— fuck, riri, i’m cumming, i feel it, ohhh i’m cumming—! please, please baby,—!” and you don’t know what you’re begging for, her pace doesn’t slow and she doesn’t relent, kissing you and holding you open and your orgasm pulls through your body, your pussy clenching around her dick and your clit twitching once more, you moan unabashedly, tears spilling a bit as riri kisses and praises you through it.

you buck against her once you’re done, sighing as riri’s assault finally stops. she pulls out and lays next to you, sighing as you catch your breath again. you laugh a bit once you’re back to earth, “i’m sorry i know you wanted to go look at shoes, but i cannot move again,” you laugh out and she smiles and waves you off, “we’ll go tomorrow yeah? got three whole weeks remember?”

and you smile, three weeks and a lot more, you think and reply, “yeah, we do,” too happy beyond your own comprehension.

i changed my name just for this story ; i am now riri’s femme lesbian wife i love her sm i can’t deal with it

sorry if the homophobia and lesbianaphobia got a little too intense but i needed some angst because then we get protective and sweet riri and i fucking love it sm

anyways i’m in class again you guys so bear with me!! i promise i’m still writing but they got me in three studio courses back to back like all fucking week so just give me some time!!

i hope y’all have a good one byeeee🫡🤎