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me tryna figure out when being christian meant being a fucking bigot:

nah cause since when did being Christian mean being straight and homophobic? I’m not understanding cause im Christian and im a heavy homosexual??? (also yall do know that the bible and Gods word had been tampered with throughout history so some of the stuff in there is not completely accurate right?) So until Letitia Wright ever does reveal her sexuality ITS A MYSTERY TO US ALL 🤭

I need this woman DEEP in my guts

Pussy Fairy OTW, L. Wright

pairing: letitia wright x black fem! actress reader

     “I know you love fucking me, I can tell by the way you’re in love with me. You can’t get enough of me, yeah.” — Jhene Aiko

summary: in which a minor misunderstanding has Y/N reevaluating the way she feels about Letitia. (Or in which Tish acts a fool at the club and now she’s gonna make it up to the girl that she’s actually feeling. )

content warning: BABY THIS IS SMUT SMUT. Practically porn with plot, because WHEW… i went a little overboard. don’t laugh, i’ll literally scream. tish being walking sex appeal. mention of that video with kehlani, and mention of michael b jordan, cause he’s walkign sex. it’s also a title based off of a song lyrics, cause i know how you girls love to tussle and talk trash about lyric fics.

inspiration: Pussy Fairy (OTW) by Jhene Aiko 

requested?: no, but i’m tish trash…. :) 

author’s note: i’m a hot mess for letitia. that video of her and kehlani had me snotting, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall, but also? when is it my turn to dance on tish? or sit behind her on a jet ski, cause why ain’t nobody talking about that? anwyay, my writing is okay, i’m not the most experienced on tumblr (or with smut) but tish is the loml, so fuck all that you talking about LMFAOOOO. also, you don’t have to imagine chi as your faceclaim, but i’m writing a shuri fic with chi as the faceclaim and these manips i made have me in a chokehold so, 

also i’m giving creds to @ofrolysdogs for being the first to integrate the “kehlani” video into any piece of work. her imagine was dope as hell and had me wanting to write my own. which obviously is what i’m doing lol

wrd. count? girl idk… it’s long as shii tho. 

Y/N wasn’t a particularly jealous sort of woman. She’d been in the industry most of her life, she’d dated other creatives, she knew that the media twisted everything and took almost anything out of context all for the sake of a headline. And in the weeks that followed the initial release of Wakanda Forever, Y/N noticed the way the media really tried to find any and all dirt on Letitia.

Tish was indisputably the entire world’s girl crush for the moment, and while Y/N didn’t care about the sudden onslaught of interest, she did care about the sudden speculation of Letitia’s sexuality. Tish hadn’t ever been incredibly vocal about her sexual orientation, but it also never was something too many people cared to know about before this sudden wave of popularity she was receiving.

Now don’t get Y/N wrong, she understood why her tiktok timeline was full of thirst traps and edits of Letitia, she’d stepped up her dress game, and had a new sort of confidence about herself that practically oozed sex appeal. There wasn’t too many people that were immune to Letitia’s smile, her accent, or her unique charm. 

Hell, Y/N didn’t even mind that every other video was some edit of Letitia and herself, from all the various scenes of Shuri and Y/M/C/N from both the first Black Panther, Infinity War, Endgame, as well as Wakanda Forever, it seemed the chemistry between the two characters didn’t satiate any of the rumors swirling around Letitia. In fact a lot of the “proof” that Tish was “for the girls” stemmed from various instances between her and Y/N.

For instance, whenever there were too many people booked for an interview at one time, Tish would have Y/N share a seat with her, so that she was visible to the camera. Oftentimes she’d be the one to pick up on Y/N’s anxiety, quelling her nerves whenever they’d start to physically manifest. Whether she was placing one of her hands on Y/N’s thigh when she started shaking, or if she had an arm “leisurely” slung ‘round her shoulder, over the years it’d been made apparent that Letitia Wright paid attention to Y/N.

Other times when Y/N was asked a question, or felt to interject during a press junket, clips would surface afterwards of Letitia watching her costar so intently, her eyes jumping from Y/N’s eyes to her mouth, to her chest, to her legs. She wasn’t very subtle about it, but no one knew if she was trying to be. And when they stood next to one another at events, Tish would grab hold of Y/N’s hand. And she wouldn’t let it go for anything.

If Tish was sitting behind her rather than beside Y/N, Tish would scoot her chair close enough that if she wanted to she could reach out and touch Y/N without having to do much work. And 9 times out of ten, she’d do just that. And Letitia referred to Y/N as babygirl as if that was her true name, and they’d never been able to beat the dating allegations since that one time they’d been caught sharing clothes back in 2019.

The problem was, they weren’t dating. It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t interested, in fact, she felt she might’ve been too interested, but she never had the courage to admit it to Letitia. And because of the fact that Letitia was an overly lovey and touchy person with everyone, it wasn’t like Y/N or anyone else could really use the way she treated Y/N as some sort of proof that she was into her.

If that was the case the whole world could probably also speculate that she was dating all of her castmates and friends. Which it seemed was exactly what was happening. If she breathed too hard around a woman, reposted too many of their photos, she was off the market and dating someone brand new. It was a little exhausting, but Tish was flattered at all the attention. 

Y/N was not, because while she believed that Tish deserved to receive so much love, Y/N hated that she was being tagged in video after video of Letitia and some other girl. It seemed the LWA, alternatively known as the Letitia Wives Association had decided that there was too much evidence lined up against Tish and Y/N  for them to deny being a thing, which meant before anyone else, Y/N needed to know when Tish was out of line. Their words not hers.

And with the way Tiktok was cutting up right now, the jury had decided that Tish was way out of line.

Y/N didn’t know how they found shit out so damn fast.

But as she watched and rewatched the offending video, she didn’t care much for how they’d obtained it. All she could seem to focus on was the red hot fury that was coursing through her veins. The video was shot at Fabric, a nightclub in London, and it was barely a few hours old. Y/N remembered when she received a tipsy phone call from Tish, asking if she could drop by her flat.

She’d been out celebrating one of the biggest wins of her life, and Y/N hadn’t seen her friend in a while, so she agreed thinking nothing else of it. But now as she watched Kehlani Parrish and Letitia perched up on the rooftop of the nightclub, dancing together, she felt a bit intimidated, even more, she felt a little insecure.

Kehlani was slightly bent over and grinding back against Tish, who was actively catching every bit of ass Key was throwing back. 

Like she’d fucking done it before?

Y/N didn’t even realize that she was scowling as she sat on her couch, legs curled up under her butt as the tiktok sound kept replaying over and over. “How many times are you gonna keep watching that same video?” Tish asks, too cheery for Y/N’s liking in her present state.

Letitia plops down into the seat next to Y/N, a little too close for comfort, their thighs  brushing up against one another. Y/N immediately pulls her phone up to her chest. “As many times as I want.” She responds. “Okay, lemme see.” Letitia says as Y/N moves out of Letitia’s range with a quiet scoff. “You’ve got your own tiktok.” Y/N reminds her. “What’s the big deal? Keeping secrets from me, now?” Letitia questions as Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m not the one keeping secrets.”

Letitia raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean?” she demands as she sits up a bit straighter, all playfulness evaporating. “Doesn’t matter.” Y/N stands up. “I’m feeling drained today.” she fibs. “Maybe you should just go, yeah?” Y/N offers as Letitia looks a bit flabbergasted. She shakes off this confusion as she stands up, as well. “Are you angry with me?” Tish asks confusedly, and she takes note of the way Y/N is keeping a distinct amount of distance between them both. 

“Did you do something?” Y/N asks with a roll of her neck. “No.” Letitia replies matter-of-factly. “Then obviously I’m not angry with you, Letitia.” Y/N spits and she hates that she sounds so insecure. Because she wasn’t a girlfriend, and she didn’t have the right to be jealous. She was just a girl friend, space between the words.“Y/N/N, wait, hold on.” She demands. “You’re upset for some reason.” Letitia notes. “Are you gonna talk about it, or keep throwing a tantrum like a toddler?” Letitia challenges.

“I am not throwing a tantrum.” Y/N denies sharply. “But you admit that you are acting like a toddler?” Letitia asks teasingly as Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Bye, Letitia.” she says with a sarcastic wave. Letitia raises both her eyebrows. “That’s twice you’ve called me, Letitia. Now I know I’ve done something.” she says, but Y/N elects to ignore her. She knows it’s petty as hell, and she’s blowing things way out of proportion, but she doesn’t care. The green eyed monster had wrapped its claws around her and she was swallowed in jealousy. 

Letitia leans forward, forcing Y/N to stare at her. “C’mon, don’t leave me in the dark here, babygirl. If you’re mad at me, tell me how to fix it.” Y/N freezes at the nickname, it always seemed to garner some reaction from her. On the other side of things, Letitia thinks bashfulness is a cute look on Y/N. “You know you can ask me anything.” Letitia reminds her as she holds her hand. To anyone else it would be normal.

But for Y/N, it wasn’t. Tish holding her hand made it hard for her to focus. But she has no other choice than to put it out there. “Did you come here last night because you knew the media was gonna be breathing down your back about how you was cutting up at the club last night?” she asks, still a bit sour.

“Why did I tell you I was here?” Letitia asks. “You said cause you wanted to see me.” Y/N replies as she crosses her arms. “Then that’s why I’m here.” Letitia deadpans. “And why are you asking me about last night?” Letitia questions. It doesn’t take a second for Y/N to answer. “It just feels a little weird that after you was all up on some other chick, you decided to stop by and see me.” She explains plainly as Letitia blinks, surprise clear on her face as she stares at Y/N.

“You talking about the after party?” Letitia asks raising her eyebrows as Y/N rolls her eyes at the acknowledgement. “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.” Letitia can tell it’s a jab at what Eva had posted on her story that night. “This is about Eva?” Letitia asks defensively. “No, actually it’s about this—“ she opens her phone, the Tiktok app opening. She holds her phone up allowing Letitia a clear view of the tiktok of Tish and Key. In the background “Distraction” was playing and Y/N thought it was fitting for the nights events. 

“You stalking all my friends or just the ones the media think I’m secretly dating?” Letitia asks sarcastically, but truthfully she’s amused. It always took too much to get Y/N to open up, so to see her showing some sort of reaction to anything, it was cute. She always got so pouty when she got in her feelings, Tish was even a little flattered to know she had Y/N feeling a way.

“I didn’t have to stalk nothing, all your little fangirls keep tagging me in everything.” Y/N corrects gruffly. “It’s everywhere, Tish.” she adds as Letitia frowns slightly. “You and Key in the club, she was throwing ass and you was catching it like some fucking ━━” she exhales. “Like y’all kicking it or some shit.” she reroutes as Letitia stares at Y/N momentarily. “And that’s got you mad at me?” she asks as Y/N scoffs. 

“I just don’t want to be dragged into every conversation about you and some other chick, alright? You’re grown, you can do what you want.” she hesitates. “ “So what, are you just gonna be angry with me forever?” Tish questions. “Not forever.” Y/N denies with a shake of her head. “But maybe for the rest of the day.” She continues with a shrug. “Are you angry because of the dance or because it’s Key?” Letitia asks as she scrutinized Y/N’s facial expressions. 

“I’m not angry.” Y/N shakes her head. “I get it, y’all was cutting up. No need to drag me into that shit.” she says as Letitia smirks slightly, licking over her lips. “Oh.” she nods her head slightly. “So you’re not upset about me and her?” she asks. “At all?” she adds. “I couldn’t care less.” she repeats more firmly. “Well that’s good to know that you’d let me do whatever I wanted with whoever, but honestly, we were just having fun.” she explains. 

“You know, that’s a thing that people do sometimes.” she continues. “And if I remember you didn’t seem to care much about friends having fun at the premiere after party. I mean, the media still thinks you and Michael are in some secret relationship.” Letitia reminds Y/N. “I’m not dating, Mike.” Y/N deadpans. “And I’m not dating Kehlani. It was just one dance.” Tish says as she sits back down on the couch. “Two dances.” Y/N corrects as Letitia snorts. “Fine, it was two dances, two very platonic, totally friendly dances.” she emphasizes.

 “Dances that shouldn’t bother you, because they didn’t mean anything. We were celebrating, and maybe I got a little too ━━ turnt up ━━ “ Y/N snorts at the sudden accent change, Tish pulls. “But if I was dating anybody, you would hear it from me, not from the internet.” she says bluntly. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re being such a little shit to me, I’ve got to be honest, really hurt my feelings.” Letitia says as Y/N huffs. “Hurt your feelings?” she questions as Letitia nods her head. She walks towards Y/N slowly. “Yeah.” she replies.

Y/N lets out a little huff, “It’s not like you’re usually the most forthcoming when it comes to how you feel about shit. Things happen with you and you just ghost the world.” Y/N reminds her. “You want me to tell you how I feel?” Letitia asks as Y/N shrugs meekly. “Don’t shut down now, tell me what you’re thinking.” she pleads as Y/N looks at the ground. She felt jealous still? She felt sick to her stomach, seeing someone else with Tish the way she wanted to be with Tish?

She should be able to express that, but she can’t. She was good at bottling up her feelings until they exploded. “Promise if you tell me, it’ll make you feel better.” Letitia tries to reason as Y/N rolls her eyes. “I don’t think it will.” Y/N argues. “But you’ll never know unless you say it, and I am not ready to move on until you tell me what’s got you upset with me.” she says. “And the honest truth.” she tacks on as Y/N mulls over all the ways she could start.

Just start with the truth, she advises herself. “Go on, baby.” Letitia encourages as Y/N huffs again. “I don’t like that you’re here pretending everything’s normal after what happened last night.” she finally says as Letitia listens thoughtfully. “I don’t like the way watching the video makes me feel, and I don’t like that you can be so smug about this right now.” Y/N cuts herself off as Letitia begins to smile slightly. “I’m not being smug.” she defends.

“What do you call it then, eh?” Y/N shoots back. “I like hearing you tell me how you feel.” Letitia replies. “I don’t like that you call me baby and babygirl, and then treat me like one of the bros.” she starts gruffly. “Because I don’t see you as just one of the bros, and I don’t want you to see me that way either.” she continues as Letitia listens quietly. She doesn’t say anything for a while, but eventually her curiosity gets the upper hand. “How do you want me to see you then?” she asks.

“Like someone you’d want.’ Y/N answers boldly. “I want you to look at me the way you look at Eva and Key.” she confesses. “You ain’t ever gonna get past that, huh?” Letitia asks as Y/N huffs. “That video of you guys last night, seeing any of that shit that’s been circulating, about you and Key, you and Evs, all of it it’s blowing the fuck outta me. I can’t stand it.” she admits. “I don’t want to see stuff like that.” she whispers. Letitia cocks her head to the side at the end of it all. A beat passes of total silence. “Let me make it up to you.” Tish offers.

”I didn’t know I was making you feel a way, understand?” She asks as Y/N purses her lips. “Will you let me?” Tish asks, on the verge of begging. “Yeah— okay.” Y/N agrees nodding. “Make it up to me.” She pleads. With a wide grin, Letitia tugs on Y/N’s arm until she has no choice but to follow the pull. When Tish has the younger woman close enough to grab, she plops Y/N down on her lap. “Is this okay?” Letitia asks as she runs her hands up and down Y/N’s sides soothingly. “Yeah.” Y/N babbles with a limp nod of her head. 

“You gonna tell me if it’s not?” Letitia raises both her eyebrows. “Mmhmm.” Y/N nods again. “Good girl.” Y/N is almost embarrassed about how quickly she moans, but Letitia is already kissing her before she can let the noise out. 

It’s the first time she’s kissed Letitia and it hasn’t been for a film, so it feels different. There aren’t crew workers and other actors watching them, right now, they’re alone. Letitia is kissing Y/N like she has a point to prove, and truthfully she does. She is shocked by Y/N’s confession, she’d been dropping hints that she was into Y/N for so long now, every chance she possibly could, and she thought it had been for nothing. 

Especially when the Mike and Y/N rumors spiked. It had been towards the end of Wakanda Forever filming, Mike and Y/N had been practically attached at the hip, Mike even convincing Y/N to go out to the club with him. That night there were numerous articles that released from all the major media outlets. Tish had to scroll past post after post regurgitating the same narrative. ‘BLACK PANTHER STARS  — MICHAEL B JORDAN & Y/N L/N  — NEW COUPLE ALERT?’ 

They hadn’t made a public statement, but when Danai, Lupita, and Angela all managed to stumble across the array of photos that surfaced online of Mike, Y/N, Teyana Taylor, Chloe Bailey, Normani, and other celebrities from their weekend they made sure it was made clear that they’d gotten a little too drunk and started cutting up together over the weekend, but they weren’t a couple. 

   When Letitia had first seen the picture of Y/N nestled on Michael’s lap, middle finger shoved up in the air, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but when she’d scrolled and seen the picture from the pool, she’d decided that she’d missed her window, and it was time to move on from Y/N. With this newfound information, she feels it’s only fair to share how she’d felt a certain way as well.

“Can I tell you something?” Letitia asks as Y/N nods her head. “Do you remember when those pictures of you and Mike was everywhere?” she asks as Y/N bristles, a little embarrassed of how she’d behaved that weekend. “Yeah.” she responds. “I wasn’t totally honest when we talked about it.” Letitia explains, and she’s dragging her hand across the hem of Y/N’s pants. She’s tracing circles across the lower half of her back, drawing her hand back just before she reached the start of her ass. “What’d you lie about?” Y/N asks, shaking.

“About how I felt about it.” she replies coolly. “Yeah?” Y/N asks as Letitia purses her lips as she nods. “What’s that you be saying? Y’all was blowing the fuck outta me.” Letitia mocks, dropping her accent to mimic Y/N’s American accent as Y/N rolls her eyes, albeit playfully. She leans forward and kisses Letitia fiercely, both of her hands holding Letitia’s face, keeping her from moving. She hopes that Letitia understands the stuff she’s still too scared to say as she kisses her.

Y/N pulls back for a second, scrutinizing Tish, who was squeezing a little tighter on Y/N’s hips. “You okay?” she asks as Letitia clenches her jaw, nodding her head. “I just don’t want to move to fast.” she chokes out. “You said you were gonna make it up to me, right?” she asks as Letitia nods along. “Then I want you to do whatever you want to me. Gimme everything, baby.” she instructs, a sudden wave of boldness coursing through Y/N as Letitia audibly groans. 

“I don’t think you even know what you’re asking for.” she shakes her head as Y/N cuts her off, sucking on her bottom lip, it elicits a choked whimper out of Letitia. Y/N begins to rock herself against Letitia’s split thighs. 

Y/N is curled up, both of her feet tucked up under her as she braced herself on Letitia’s shoulders, grinding against Letitia’s shaking leg. When one slow drag causes Y/N’s clit to catch, she shudders. “Please, please, Tish.” she whines pressing her mouth directly against Letitia’s ear as she continues to grind. “Wanna make it up to you too.” she hums as Letitia lets out a breathy laugh. "You’re a little minx, d’you realize that?” Letitia asks as Y/N grins, the sight makes Letitia’s heart skip a beat, her stomach swarming with butterflies.

“I’ll give you what you need, Y/N/N.” Letitia promises as Y/N is eager to resume their kiss. “But you gotta do what I tell you, understand?” she says as Y/N nods her head slowly. “And you gotta use your words. I’m not a mind reader, you gotta let me hear every dirty little thought rolling ‘round, your pretty little head, yeah?” Y/N resists the urge to nod dumbly as she shuffles on Letitia’s lap. “Yeah, okay, I can do that.” she says as Letitia beams. “Good girl.” she coos. “Can you kiss me again?” Y/N starts shyly, playing with Letitia’s hoodie. “Please?” she adds.

“You’re so polite.” She compliments. “Yeah, I can do that for you, baby.” Letitia leans in until she and Y/N’s noses are flush against one another. She leaves a gentle peck on Y/N’s top lip only, chuckling when Y/N is quick to attack the rest of her mouth, sucking on Letitia’s bottom lip before she nips on it lightly. Before Tish can react, Y/N is running her tongue over it, and Letitia never expected kissing to feel so good, but she can feel her stomach tightening as Y/N’s tongue continues to explore her mouth. She’s only rubbing small circles on her back.

Y/N, without even pulling away grasps both of Letitia’s hands, dragging them down until she’s holding her by her ass. “You don’t gotta hold back, Tish.” she mumbles against her mouth. With that, Letitia adjusts her grip on Y/N, fingers trailing over the outline of her pussy through her shorts and panties. She’s still dragging her fingers slowly, but it’s enough to get Y/N rocking her hips again. “Somebody’s excited.” Tish mumbles as the younger girl scowls.

“Shut up.” she spits as Letitia curls up her nose, “What was that?” she asks raising both of her eyebrows. “You’re taking forever.” Y/N admits impatiently. “Sorry I want to take my time with you and make you feel good.” Letitia retorts sarcastically. “I’d feel even better if you would actually do something.” Y/N offers as Letitia rolls her eyes playfully. “Are you this impatient with everything?” Letitia asks as she scrutinizes Y/N who was visibly buzzing. “I like getting what I want.” Y/N admits. “I can see that.” Tish says gruffly.

“But I said I’d be — “ Y/N’s words taper off into a low moan when Tish’s hands slip through the leg holes of her shorts, hands making direct contact with her underwear covered pussy. “What were you saying?” Tish asks, completely nonchalant, despite the fact she’s indirectly fondling Y/N. “I said that I would — “ there’s more gasps shooting from Y/N’s mouth as Tish uses her pointer and middle finger to trace the outline of her lips, searching for her little clit through the fabric. “Come on, I’m barely touching you.” Letitia taunts. 

“I’m gonna be good.” Y/N promises. “I don’t know — seems like you like rushing me.” Letitia lolls her head to the side to catch Y/N’s gaze. “You like taunting people, eh, Y/N/N?” she asks as Y/N inhales deeply. “I just want you so so bad.” she whimpers as Letitia grins cheekily. “Yeah? What do you want? Use your words, tell me what you need, babygirl.” with that Letitia places a quick kiss on Y/N’s lips. “I just want you to fuck me!” Y/N exclaims, voice tapering off into a slight whine as Letitia laughs heartily. “See that wasn’t so hard.” she jokes. 

“Take your shirt off for me.” Letitia instructs as Y/N leans back slightly, slipping her top off, letting it fall to the floor behind her, a problem for later. Letitia bites down on her bottom lip subtly as she takes her hoodie off, chucking it out of her sight. Under Tish’s hoodie she wore a wife beater, and Y/N almost audibly moans at the sight of Letitia’s pert nipples poking through the flimsy fabric. “Can I — “ Y/N isn’t used to having to be so vocal, so she is already reaching for the tank top, bottom lip perched between her teeth. “Can I touch you?” she asks.

“Yeah.” Letitia agrees, a little curious to see what Y/N might do. Though Letitia was older than Y/N, she didn’t count her out when it came to experience. She stiffens slightly when Y/N’s hands drag up under her undershirt, she trails her hands up Letitia’s stomach, stopping once she reaches her tits. Letitia’s tank is scrunched up under her shirt at this point, giving Y/N a complete view of them. She’s quick to dip down and slip one of her nipples between her lips. She’s a little unsure of her abilities and Letitia can quite easily tell.

Y/N hasn’t looked up at her, instead eyes squeezed shut as she sucks, dragging her free hand up and down Letitia’s stomach and waist. It sends spikes of pleasure up and down Letitia’s spine, forcing her to release quite gasps. “Doing so good for me.” she praises as Y/N hums around her nipple. “They so pretty.” she says as she switches nipples, a trail of spit following her as she gives the other nipple the same attention. She’s no longer rubbing Letitia’s stomach, instead pinching on her free nipple, Letitia hissing, back arching slightly.

Before pulling away Y/N bites down on the nipple in her mouth, running her tongue over it immediately after, before she sits up straight, eyes trailing over the purple marks that were blossoming. She presses a soothing kiss to both of Letitia’s nipples before she pulls back again with a content smile. Letitia tugs Y/N towards her, kissing her again as she slips her hand up under the strap of Y/N’s bra. Letitia begins to unclip the back as she trails her lips from Y/N’s mouth down to her neck placing hickeys from behind her ear down to her collarbone. 

“I have an interview tomorrow.” Y/N reminds Letitia with a quiet groan. It only earns her a smirk from Letitia, who didn’t seem to care. She only continues her marking, taking extra care to leave a purpling bruise on the side of one of Y/N’s boobs. If she wore anything lowcut, she’d be done. “That’s what makeup’s for, right?” Letitia asks when she finally pulls away. Y/N only glares back at her. “Make sure you keep that energy.” she grumbles as Letitia cackles, admiring her handiwork. “Mark me up, baby.” she retorts kissing Y/N once, then twice.

“Do you wanna move to the bed?“ Tish asks curiously her fingers tracing circles up and down Y/N’s arms as she bites on her bottom lip again. "Just fuck me right here.” Y/N mumbles as Letitia raises an eyebrow. “It’s like that?“ Tish teases as Y/N mushes her  shoulder. "Letitia.” she drawls as the other woman holds her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright.” she retorts kissing Y/N again tugging on her bottom lip as she hums quietly. 

Letitia rubs Y/N on her hips as she slowly begins to grind up against her, smirking subtly when Y/N lets out a quiet noise of surprise. Letitia taps Y/N on her thigh lightly, a signal for Y/N to stand to her feet. She obliges shimmying out of her shorts leaving her in nothing but her bra as Letitia follows her lead once more. Y/N repositions herself on Letitia’s lap as she moves to take off Y/N’s bra. Once her chest is exposed Y/N instinctively wraps her arms around herself, growing insecure. “Hey.” Letitia coos sweetly.

Y/N looks up at her, eyes wide and slightly embarrassed. “You look good.“ Tish mumbles as Y/N stares at her unsure. “Do you trust me?” Letitia asks as Y/N nods her head. “Yes…” she blanches before she finally drops her arms. Letitia is staring at Y/N’s chest hungrily, she wants to mark her up the way she’d been marked up, but decides she wants something else more. Letitia lifts Y/N up, shuffling to lay her back on the couch. “You still okay with this?” she asks as Y/N feels her entire face heat up at the question. “Yeah.” she nods again.

“Letitia leans between Y/N’s legs bending down to kiss her again. The kiss is cut off abruptly, as Tish begins trailing kisses from her naval down to her thighs as Y/N leans back on her elbows. She holds her breath slightly as Tish moves from one thigh to the other leaving more hickeys. She bites down on the fat of Y/N’s left left, teeth sinking into the flesh enough to leave a mark. Y/N can only gasp as Tish drags her finger up and down Y/N’s pussy, a subtle smirk on her face.

“You too quiet for me.” Tish comments as Y/N bites back another sound. “It’s embarrassing.” Y/N shakes her head. “What is?” Letitia asks. “The noises — the sounds  — everything.” she trails off when Letitia slips a finger inside of her briefly. For being so short, Letitia’s hands and fingers were things to be admired. Her extremities were long and bony and Y/N was sure she’d probably lose her mind off one finger alone. Her eyes widen when Tish slowly pulls her finger out, using her newly soaked pointer finger to rub directly onto Y/N’s clit. 

Y/N chokes on her inhale, it feels like all the air is caught in her throat as Letitia watches her reactions closely. Letitia repeats the action of slipping her pointer finger inside of Y/N’s pussy before pulling it back out and rubbing her clit with the finger that was just inside of her. She bites the inside of her bottom lip to keep from letting out the moan threatening to escape. “I thought you wanted to be good?” Tish reminds her as she exhales choppily. “I do!” she croons as Letitia continues her assault on Y/N’s twitching clit. “Then why you so quiet?”

“I—” she chomps down on her bottom lip as Letitia raises an eyebrow. “C’mon, baby, let me hear you.” she pleads as Y/N whines, the noise in the back of her throat. “Tish please…” she drawls quietly. By this point, Tish has found herself face to face with Y/N’s pussy. “Please what?” she says as Y/N squeezes her eyes closed, legs shuffling as a means of showing her discomfort. “You gotta use your words with me, pretty girl.” Letitia reminds her. “I just— do something.” Y/N barks as Letitia stares boredly. “I am.” she bites back as Y/N groans.

“Please, Tish. Your tongue, I want it.” she forces it out, hips bucking out towards Letitia’s awaiting mouth as the 29 year old grins wickedly. “That wasn’t so hard.” she praises, sticking her tongue out teasingly, delving directly into her pussy, eliciting a breathy moan from Y/N. "Oh, fuck!” she whines when Tish’s tongue plunges in deep before slipping out as she licked around her tiny hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she repeats as Letitia wraps her muscular arms around Y/N’s thighs, pulling her even closer to her mouth as she traces her clit with her tongue.

“Tish!“ she hisses bucking her hips trying to bring her closer. Letitia lets out a moan of her own, the sound vibrating against Y/N who squeezes her eyes shut as she leans back against the armrest of the couch. Letitia slides two fingers inside Y/N, not removing her mouth as she pumps those finger in and out, agonizingly slow. “D’you like this?” she asks as Y/N’s head lolls slightly. “Yeah, love it so much.” she hisses. “Love your fucking fingers.” she chokes out.

Letitia grins triumphantly, happy that Y/N has no choice but to be more vocal. She’s still leisurely lapping against Y/N’s cunt, curling the two fingers inside of her, searching for something. Y/N is so blissed out she’s got no clue what Letitia’s on a mission to find, she just knows that the deeper her fingers dive, the better she feels. “Please… please.” she whispers as Tish kisses her clit, scissoring her fingers. Letitia smirks again adding another finger, Y/N moaning at the stretch. Letitia speeds her fingers up, slamming all three rapidly.

Letitia’s blunt fingernail catches on a plushy spot just at the roof of Y/N’s pussy, it earns her a loud moan from Y/N. Her hips are bucking on their own, chasing Letitia’s fingers to repeat the action that set her off. “Right fucking there, baby. Please.” Y/N begs as Letitia sticks her tongue out as if she’s deep in thought, drawing her fingers up so all three punch against that same spot, Y/N’s jaw dropping. “Haah, oh fuck!” she squeals. “That’s your spot?” Tish asks as Y/N’s head bobs limply, tongue slipping out to drag over her now chapped lips.

“You’re doing so good f’me. Squeezing my fingers so fucking good.” Letitia coos, eyes drawn on Y/N’s pussy as she speaks. “Please don’t stop, Tish, please. You’re making me feel so fucking good.” Y/N grunts, and her eyes are squeezed even tighter, it’s almost impossible to focus on anything but the feeling Tish is providing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/N chants nails digging into Letitia’s forearm as she rocked her hips in time to her fingers. “You’re so messy. Y/N/N — you get like this for everybody?” Letitia asks meanly as she bullies Y/N’s pussy.

“Haah— fuck, no, baby!” she denies as she holds onto Letitia’s forearm for dear life. “So what is it then?” Letitia demands. “You’re saying this is all cause of me?” she taunts as an especially deep thrust of her fingers has Y/N’s cunt sloshing from how wet she had become. “Fuck, that feels so good!” Y/N squeals as Letitia drags the arm Y/N was clinging to, up her body to rest over her clit. “Oi?” she says as she grasps Y/N’s hand, prompting her to rub her clit with her own fingers. “Ah!” she gasps out, shaking her head. “It’s all cause of you.” she groans. “You just saying that cause you want to come?” Letitia asks bluntly.

“Fuck! Tish, no — I — fuck!” she can hardly get her sentence out as she keeps rubbing tight circles on her clit, Tish’s fingers catching her g-spot again. “You make me feel so good, Tish.” Y/N whimpers. “E— Even before all this.” she continues, and Letitia finds her fingers slowing down as Y/N rambles nervously. “Oh, yeah?” Tish asks thoughtfully. “Before Kehlani, before Eva, before all of it.” Y/N rants as Letitia bites down on her bottom lip roughly. “Been thinking ‘bout you like this for so fucking long.” Y/N whines as Tish stutters.

“Since when?” she demands. “Since our chemistry test.” Y/N gasps between her words. “Y-You were so nervous, but you gave that amazing answer when they asked you what being in a film like Black Panther meant to you.” Y/N recounts. “And I was trying to act cool, but inside I was — I was already into you. Before I even knew it.” she chokes out a sob. “And I just — I don’t want to see you be with anybody else.” she whines. “I need you so fucking bad.” she can feel her eyes burning, wanting to brim with tears. 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Letitia demands as Y/N keens.

She can feel a tight coil growing in her stomach, Letitia quick to remove her fingers from her clit as she slips her fingers out of Y/N’s aroused pussy. “Keep your eyes on me.” Letitia forewarns and Y/N nods her head sluggishly, she misses the fullness Tish’s fingers provided, she’s so pent up. “Good girl.” she praises when Y/N manages to keep her eyes glued on Tish’s face. “Now I want you to keep talking to me.” she instructs as Y/N feels a lump grow in her throat. She felt nervous, anxious, aroused, and Tish was the cause of all of it.

“I’ve never wanted anybody more than you.” Y/N admits and Letitia feels her heart swelling, smile tugging at her lips as she circles her fingers around Y/N’s clit. “Nobody?” Letitia asks in surprise. “Please…” Y/N whines, she doesn’t want to repeat herself, she wants to cum, and she wants to cum hard. “You don’t even know what you’re begging for.” Letitia says with a shake of her head. “I just want you.” Y/N blurts as Letitia dips down to spit directly on Y/N’s cunt, messily rubbing it with three of her fingers. “I-Inside.” she pleads. “Hmm?” Tish asks.

“Want ‘em inside, please, please, please.” Y/N reaches out for Letitia’s hand, wrapping her own around Letitia’s wrist before she wrenches the woman’s hands from her clit, dragging them lower towards her needy entrance. “Please, Tish. I did what you asked.” she reminds Letitia who exhales through her nose in a quiet laugh. “Yeah, you did. Did so good for me, made me feel so special, hearing you talk like that, babygirl.” she admits. “You wanna cum?” she asks. “Please.” Y/N drawls out as Letitia slips three fingers back inside Y/N.

By now the couch has become uncomfortable and sticky. Y/N’s all the way on her back, her legs extended hanging on either side of Tish. “You taking them so well.” Tish compliments as Y/N surges forward, practically lunging for another kiss. She had officially lost all of her remaining chill. One sharp jab at her g-spot has her jerking back from Tish’s mouth, letting out another audible cry. “Can I please play with my—” she gasps, cutting herself off when Tish lightly taps her pulsing clit. “You need some attention up here?” she asks gruffly.

“Y-Yeah, fuck!” Y/N croons, voice deep. Tish wastes no time building a rhythm. One hand shoving three fingers inside Y/N, the other rubbing circles on her clit.  It doesn’t take long for the familiar knot to begin forming in Y/N’s stomach. “Please, please, Tish… please don’t stop!” she begs as she picks up speed. “You gonna cum for me?” Tish asks raising an eyebrow as she begins to scissor her fingers inside of Y/N. “Yes, fuck! Do that again.” Y/N begs squeezing her eyes shut as she wraps her legs spread open even wider.

She’s back to digging her nails into Tish’s wrist, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “You sound so pretty.” she hums, and she can feel herself shuddering. “What would everybody think if they saw you like this?” she asks curiously. “If they knew you ain’t as innocent as you look.” she proceeds as Y/N gasps. “You think they’d care if they found out that shit you pulled with Mike was nothing compared to what you’re doing with me?” she asks sweetly. “You think they’d care if they knew you let me play in this pretty pussy?” she asks as Y/N clenches hard.

She feels the tears streaking down her cheek. She was so close, almost there. “Oya, you liked that?” she questions. “You want people to know?” she taunts as Y/N chokes on a groan. “Please…” she whimpers. “That what you wanted Y/N/N? Everyone to know you ain’t as innocent as you look?” Y/N moans again. “Fuck, fuck!” she says through a sob. “Right there, holy shit!” she cries as Letitia raises an eyebrow slowing her pumps down. 

“Tish, please!” Y/N begs, more tears falling as she tries to rock her hips. “Answer my question.” Tish demands. “Fuck! Yes- yes I want everybody to know!” she moans. “Know what? I need you to say it, baby.” Tish says with a chuckle. Y/N makes a mental note to get Letitia back tenfold, when it was her turn. She’d have that girl losing her goddamn mind. “I — fuck!” she barks. “I want everybody to know that I — haah! That I let you play in my fucking pussy!” she squeals.

Letitia smiles in triumph resuming her fast pace as she keeps rubbing on Y/N’s clit. She can feel her only arousal starting to collect, growing sticky as it dripped onto the backs of her legs. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight.” Tish mumbles into Y/N’s ear as said girl shudders. “Tish, I’m gonna fucking come.” she warns. Letitia pulls her fingers out quickly, Y/N sobbing as she feels her orgasm being snatched from her. Letitia pulls Y/N back onto her lap, her legs spread out wide.

She rubs a hand up Y/N’s naked body, dragging up and down until she reaches her hips. She places a chaste kiss to Y/N’s neck, before she dives back in. Grabbing hold of Y/N’s legs she spreads them wide, dragging a lone finger up and down her slit. She pulls the finger up to her mouth. She slips it between her lips, sucking it clean as Y/N lets out a shaky sob. “Oh, fuck!” she whines as Letitia drags the finger out of her mouth before pulling Y/N into a sloppy kiss.

When Tish’s tongue dips in between Y/N’s parted lips she can taste herself on her tongue and that makes her feel all the more aroused. “Please, Tish. Please, make me cum, please.” she asks shakily as Letitia drags her finger around Y/N’s pussy lips, it seems almost taunting the way she’s dragging all this out. Edging had never been something Y/N enjoyed, but she was certain she’d take anything Letitia gave her. Letitia drags her hands up, hands cupping Y/N’s breasts as she goes back to leaving more marks, more hickeys that would take forever to cover.

Y/N’s head is thrown back, leaning against Letitia’s shoulder as her entire pussy throbs. She was so pent up she almost felt like she was in pain. “Tish, Tish, baby, please. Fuck! I just need you to make me cum.” she begs. “Need your fingers in me. Need ‘em so fucking bad. Don’t you wanna make me feel good.” she asks and she and Letitia both, are shocked at the noise Tish lets out. It’s a deep groan, her entire body shaking up under Y/N. “Fuck!” she hisses. “You’re so fucking filthy.” she spits as Y/N pants, hips rocking rapidly.

Tish rubs her clit lightly, pressing down enough that Y/N moans before she moves even lower, sticking two fingers back into Y/N. She’s pumping shallowly, other hand dragging up and down Y/N’s body. “Give me your hand.” Letitia instructs as Y/N nods absently, immediately offering her hand off. It’s her mistake, but she doesn’t realize until Tish is guiding her free hand towards her already preoccupied cunt. She takes one of Y/N’s fingers, sliding into her pussy as well, and she can feel her own finger pressed up again both of Tish’s.

Her stomach churns as Letitia guides it all, all three fingers finding her g-spot, the familiar feeling of needing to piss smacking Y/N like a ton of bricks. “Ah, shit! Tish, just like that!” Y/N pants, tears pricking up in her eyes as Letitia sucks a large hickey in the nape of her neck. “Come on baby.” She encourages guiding her hips. “I wanna feel you cum around our fingers.” She adds as Y/N moans. She’s not sure if it’s the fact that Letitia is solely in charge of her pleasure, or the feeling of all three fingers inside of her, but she clenches tightly around them.

“Haah.” she gasps, she’d never been so horny before. Letitia drops Y/N’s wrist, no longer guiding Y/N’s finger, instead she pulls up to rub a few more tight coils on Y/N’s clit. It takes three circles for Y/N to squeeze her eyes closed as the damn breaks. “Shit yes… yes! Just like that… oh fuck I’m coming baby.” she moans eyes rolling to the back of her head. She can hear her release before she can feel it, it’s like water splashing all over the floor, splattering as her entire body convulses, stomach cramping. “That’s it, baby. So fucking good for me.” 

Letitia keeps rubbing circles on Y/N’s clit, coaxing her down from her orgasm as she whispers more praise in her ear. Y/N is certain she’s never came harder. “You made a mess.” Letitia comments as Y/N huffs out in response. “That’s a problem for later.” she says dully. “Cause now it’s your turn, and I swear to God, I’m not gonna fucking hold back.” she forewarns as Letitia merely chuckles. “Yeah, show me what you got, baby girl!”   

this video makes me cheese so hard like the effect this woman has on meeee

HER FACE 😭

submit to me (shuriri x reader) 18+

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

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

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

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

bored, bored, bast i’m so bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just what I wanted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fuck that’ll do it.

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

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

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

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

LMFOAOA I PRESSED THE POST BUTTON TOO SOON BY ACCIDENT 😭

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

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

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

Comfortable (scotty x blk! lesbian! reader)

this is the 3rd fic i’ve written on here… it’s fluff 🤭

ngl ts had me giggling scotty is so soft and lovable

warnings: lol nothin but fluff, reader and scotty are in their early 20s, kinda ooc scotty? idk she’s just not a stalker in this, waking up with scotty 🫶🏾

ya girl turned 20 on the 19th so pls give me birthday wishes in the comments lol🤭

scotty was the most enticing woman you’ve ever seen. long lashes relaxed as her eyes were glued shut from sleep, lips slightly open as her slow, even breathing was the only sound she made as she slept. you wanted nothing more than to attach your lips to her plump ones, but you resisted, too scared that you would startle her awake. slowly, you draped your legs over your bed, trying your best not to wake scotty out of her light sleeping ways. closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, relishing in the new day that has been blessed upon you with your lovely girlfriend.

you stood up and walked to the bright, sharp rays of sunlight coming from your window. with the windows open and the slight autumn breeze blowing your curtains, you could hear the birds chirping, people walking and talking, and the road from below you. you looked outside your shared bedroom window as you saw the liveliness outside of your apartment. a couple struck your attention; two black boys, one with pink dyed hair and the other blond. they looked young, around the age of high school students, and they were laughing heartily as their arms were draped over each other. you wondered in the back of your mind, ‘what are those two laughing about?’ you smiled lightly at the adorable sight and averted your gaze from the two, not wanting to seem like a creep.

just then, you felt a pair of hands behind you wrapped around your waist, caressing the silk of your night top. the body attached to the hands came up closer behind you, and you could feel scotty’s entire body against your back with her head in the crevice of your neck. “why’d you leave?” she asked, mumbling into your neck. she slightly pulled your body connected to hers, a small gesture to come back to bed with her.

“i never left, my love, just wanted to look out the window for a bit,” you reassured her. “it’s cold outside; don’t stand by the windows you might get sick.”

you smiled lightly as she pulled you back into bed with her. you turned around to face her front and wrapped your arms around her torso. she placed her hand on your cheek, an endearing way to comfort you and tell you she was grateful to see you this lovely morning. she leaned in impossibly closer and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. that was enough for you.

“you wanna know what I saw out there?” you asked with your lips slightly turned upwards; you knew she’d say yes. “what’d you see, love?”

“I saw the cutest little couple outside around fifteen, and they had their hair dyed cute colors too. and the way they looked at each other was adorable. like they were the only people in the world,” you stopped for a second to reminisce. you shrugged with a meek smile on your face, “I don’t know. It made me remember when we were that young.”

scotty giggled as she closed her eyes, resting her forehead on yours. “ugh, you make us sound so old,” she joked. but scotty remembered. she remembers it like it was yesterday. kissing in the girls bathroom, holding hands on the bus rides and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, scotty taking you out on little dates after school, all of it. all the moments you shared in high school were the first moments you hung up on your shared fridge the day you moved in together, courtesy of scotty’s old camera. she printed out all the photos you took together on your old dates and hung them up for both of you to see. ”yeah, I remember. of course, I remember. but we’re not that far off you know? I still look at you like you’re the only girl in the world,” and to scotty, you really were.

you leaned into scotty, capturing her lips with yours as you kiss her slowly. your hands come to her face and slowly traveling to her hair, running your fingers gently through her silky hair. scotty pulls away from you breathless as she stares at you silently. she chuckled softly as nothing else needed to be said. you felt her love practically radiating off her body, and you felt it deep in your soul. a love like this was rare, but you could proudly say that scotty was yours. she chose you from the very day she laid eyes on you, and you knew it because you chose her too.

YAYYYYY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I added the two lil gay boys, NOT TO BE CREEPY, but I just love seeing black love ESPECIALLY black GAY love, which is why reader is black

I love seeing people in love, and I love being able to experience love

I ❤️ LOVE

lol thanks for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾

“Cat Got Your Tongue?”

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N’s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” Pt. 3

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, angst if you squint, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Y/N awoke with a slight panic coursing through her body. She leapt up out of the bed gathering her clothes in a frenzy being careful not to awake the beauty still laying in the bed. She made quick work of getting redressed quietly exiting the room but not before giving Rosalie a kiss to her forehead. She raced down the hall towards her cousin’s room with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was in distress and needed her Mother figure’s advice at the moment. Making it to Billie’s room she rapped on the door waiting patiently to be granted access.

The door swung open revealing a wild Billie Holiday with smudged eyeliner and a crooked ponytail that she’d fix later or even out with a flower. “Chile, whatcha goin on bout? What’s these tears fo’?” Billie quickly shushed her pulling her into the room before anyone could see her. “Billie we leave today! I just met the most wonderful woman in my life and I’ll never see her again! I’ll never be able to hear her sweet voice or hold her in my arms ever again!”. Billie raised an eyebrow as to silently ask who this mystery woman was, Y/N quickly catching on spoke her name into existence. “Rosalie, Ms. Rosalie Otterbourne. Believe the good lord sent her fo’ me Billie” Billie nodded completely understanding the feeling of what her cousin was feeling.

“Nah Nah just calm down honey! I’ll call Cab and we’ll get this sorted just sat down over there.” Billie spoke picking up the phone dialing Cab, “Hello? Cab? Yeah, this Billie.. mhm, yo sister in here inna fit uh tears.. mhm, sum bout Rosalie Otterbourne… hello? Cab?”. The phone was quickly disconnected followed by a rap on the door. Billie placed the phone down taking a glance at Y/N who was now sobbing by the window. She opened the door to reveal a disheveled Cab Calloway in the flesh breathing deeply. “Where she at Billie? She still hea?” Billie nodded moving to the side to let the distressed jazz singer/ band conductor inside.

“Twixy baby? What’s tha matter?” Cab kneeled in front of Y/N gently holding her hands in his gazing up at her. He wiped her tears ready to listen to her fully. Y/N croaked out sniffing repeatedly “we’re leaving today and I’ll never see her again Foxy! God she’s so amazing and I want her so much yet we’ll neva cross paths again!”. She started sobbing all over again causing her brother to pull her into his arms rubbing her back softly. “Twixy baby I’ll push it back ya hear? Go wipe ya face and go get ya woman, Billie and I will follow ya down there for support. How’s that sound Twixy?” Cab raised his eyebrows at her with a soft smile

“Oh Foxy you’re wonderful!” Y/N cried out hugging his neck and kissing his cheek. She leaped up grabbing the dress Billie had sneakily laid out on the bed for her racing into the bathroom. She fixed herself up and rushed back out patting her hair making sure it looked good, “c’mon y’all we gotta go!”. She rushed back out of the room and towards the one her and Rosalie shared last night to find it empty, her heart dropped and she raced down to the lobby, Billie and Cab hot on her trail. She made it outside just in time to see the last luggage being loaded onto the tour bus. Panicking she yelled Rosalie’s name causing the other woman to turn around and glare. “Ah the rift raft is back after dippin out I see” her tone icy to match the diamonds on her neck.

She had tears in her eyes as she turned to walk away causing Y/N to gently take her wrist. “Rosalie please! I can explain just please… hear me out?” Rosalie huffed but nodded leading Y/N into an alleyway. “What do you want rift raft? Aren’t you satisfied after throwin me out to dry like a toy!?” Rosalie was pissed with a mix of hurt as she spoke. “Rosalie please, last night meant more to me than just a one night thing, you’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. My brother and I… our tour dates here were supposed to end today and I panicked thinking I wasn’t goin ever see you again.”

Rosalie listened silently as the woman spoke, her facial expression never changing. “I ran to my cousin’s room in tears she had to call my brother to calm me down.. he moved back the days so I could have more time with you! Rosalie please, I want you more than anything and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that!”. Y/N was now once again in tears as she spoke reaching out to hold Rosalie’s waist who surprisingly let her. “You dumb girl” Rosalie giggled out grabbing Y/N by her cheeks kissing her deeply “next time tell me so I don’t feel like my heart is gettin ripped out my chest.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief kissing the woman back gripping her waist pulling her closer. “Aren’t you leaving baby? I saw the luggage getting packed up” Y/N whispered against Rosalie’s lips causing Rosalie to shake her head. “My aunt’s partner is but we’re not… in fact my aunt talked to your brother… we’re joinin ya on tour sunflower!” Y/N grinned widely picking Rosalie up twirling her slowly. Once placed back on the ground Rosalie took her hand leading her back to where her Aunt was standing. “Auntie this here is my girl Y/N Calloway” Salome smirked softly at the woman holding her hand out “pleasure to be joinin ya on tour, ya got a beautiful voice by the way”.

She the nudged Rosalie who held a smirk of her own, Y/N in turn swung around to face Cab with a glare. “I panicked for no damn reason Foxy!???” Cab laughed loudly walking back into the hotel with Billie and Salome. Rosalie took her hand leading her back into the hotel whispering into her ear “let’s go get reacquainted with each other Hmm?” Y/N blushed following her in “yes ma’am”

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” Pt. 4

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, Rosalie has unlimited rizz, Rosalie getting sappy

Genre: suggestive, fluff

Word count: again that’s cute, lowkey got carried away

Not proofread (my bad y’all I was lazy)

Reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Enjoy lovelies! Mwah

Y/N came down the stairs of the hotel and into the lobby, the skirt of her dress swaying with her as she graciously moved. Her orbs scanning the room before landing on what she searched for: her sunflower. Rosalie stood leaning against the bar in a dazzling purple backless dress that hugged her body perfectly, her curls pinned to perfection parted at the side. She was talking sternly with a man in a suit presumably a worker.

“There’s no music being played madam.. people are starting to complain.” The man spoke glancing everywhere but at the woman in front of him. Rosalie stood her ground like the strong willed woman she was, her response dripping sass. “It seems you’ve forgotten my name, Rosalie Otterbourne.” She smirked a bit as she spoke “There’s no music because no moneys been paid, we get paid upfront. So if you wanna hear a little music, first I wanna see a stack of green or whatever currency is in your country.” She tilted her head gazing at the man waiting for his response.

The man in front of her huffed pulling out an envelope of money out of his coat pocket handing it to her. She took it with a pleased expression smiling at the man. “You remember my name now” she responded nodding towards the stage giving the signaling to the frontman to let Salome on stage. The frontman nodded his head to Rosalie clearing his throat and stepping up to the microphone “Now coming to the stage! Ms. Salome Otterbourne!!”. The crowd clapped loudly as Salome stepped out with a golden colored guitar. Her hair pinned and styled under a gold turban, her face was styled with a makeup to match her golden sparkled dress. She smiled brightly walking down the steps of the stage and into the crowd as she played with her band while singing.

“ Now come here baby, get ready to go

'Cause I'm in the mood to rock and roll

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all

We'll start to rockin', I don't like to stop

You better get ready to rock around the clock

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all

Don't worry about the time, I got plenty to spend

If the clock run down, we'll wind it up again

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all, yeah”

She strummed the strings pointing it in front of her like a gun making her way to the other stage where her band was stationed. Making her way to the microphone she continued to sing as the crowd danced around the room.

“You can learn everything they teach you in school

But if you can't rock and roll, you're not a fool

And that's all, I mean to tell you, that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all

All you have to do is rock and roll and that's all”

Rosalie watched her aunt with pride as she performed, her chest swelling as she witnessed her talent. Y/N smirked to herself walking up to the woman with a hand on her hip “well hello Ms. Otterbourne”. Rosalie gazed up at the woman smiling once again “hello Ms. Calloway, pleasure to make your acquaintance” she then pulled Y/N into her arms hugging her tightly. She immediately lifted the other woman off her feet spinning her in a small slow circle placing her onto her feet afterwards, her smile never leaving.

They stood side by side watching Salome dazzle the crowd with her voice and presence alone, Rosalie leaning over to whisper to Y/N “I want to kiss you so badly it’s driving me crazy”. She reached down taking her companion’s hand into hers squeezing it gently speaking softly afterwards “I want your mouth on me so bad, your tongue felt heavenly”. She spoke boldly causing Y/N to choke on her spit, Rosalie had always been a bold woman never biting her tongue for anyone and speaking her mind. She didn’t stop back then and she wasn’t gonna change now. Y/N stared at her wide eyed swatting her hand when she felt it creeping up her skirt. “Rosalie Otterbourne we are in public!” Y/N whisper yelled glancing around making sure no one saw, “Baby if I had it my way you’d be bent over this bar with my fingers deep in that sweet little cunt making you cum for me over and over again”.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at the other woman’s words causing her to turn away slightly focusing her attention on Salome who was close to finishing her set.

“You hold me in the bosom

Till the storms of life is over

Rock me in the cradle of our love

Only feed me till I want no more

Then you take me to your blessed home above

Make me journey

You make my burning brighter

Help me to do good wherever I can

Oh, let thou praise and thrill me

Thou loving kindess fill me

Then you hold me

Hold me in the hollow of the hand”

The words Salome sang not helping the situation at hand whatsoever, Y/N let herself drift for just a moment. She let her mind wonder to what it would be like with Rosalie, what their life would be like together. She imagined how it would feel to wake up next to her every morning, being able to kiss her in a place that wasn’t a shadow or a private room. How it would feel to hold her hand while they walked down the street or to sit on her lap in public. To feel her fingers knuckle deep inside he- “Y/N? Don’t you ignore me now, that ain’t ladylike” Rosalie’s voice brought her back to reality causing her to turn and face the other woman, her face on fire. “W-What’d you say sunflower?” She responded zoning in on Rosalie’s dark eyes.

“I said I wanna take you out tonight, just us two.. we can go back to my room later. Might just have your things moved to my room, like the idea of waking up to you in my bed” Rosalie smirked while Y/N felt her heart flutter at those words. They weren’t officially an item but god did Y/N want that with her. “Rosalie Otterbourne we’re not even dating” she placed her hands on her hip smiling when Salome swooped by kissing them both on the cheek before disappearing again, she’d congratulate her later. Rosalie on the other hand wrapped a slender arm around her waist pulling her in, their faces inches apart. “When I said I wanted you and that you were mine, I meant it so in fact Y/N Calloway we are dating. That would also explain why I’m taking you on a date… right now”

Rosalie and Y/N sat across from each other in a dim lighted restaurant, soft jazz music floated through the air bouncing off the dark golden colored walls. The booth they were seated in a deep velvet maroon color blending in perfectly with the dark atmosphere. They both nursed a glass of red wine in the back of the establishment holding hands underneath the table. Y/N being oddly quiet scanning her surroundings with a tense body. She was afraid someone would notice the stole longing glances they threw at each other, the touchiness exchanged and why there were no men present at the booth. Rosalie on the other hand was calm relaxing into her side glancing around as well. They had nothing to worry about seeing as not the only was the owner dating another man, most of the guests in here were just like them: hiding their homosexual relationships.

“Suga, relax baby ya as stiff as my hair when I add too much hairspray! Everyone in here is just like us.” She reassured but never pushing the other woman. Even though she wanted nothing more than to pull the other woman closer maybe share a few kisses, she respected boundaries and she would let Y/N move at her own pace. Y/N slowly started to relax leaning in closer to the other woman wanting to be closer, “Sunflower.. wrap your arms around me please” she whispered scooting over slowly. Rosalie immediately pulled her companion into her arms gazing at her with longing eyes, she wanted to kiss her but held back out of respect for her.

They ordered their food and we’re now sitting there side by side eating it. Rosalie with a steak, steamed broccoli and baked potato, Y/N with grilled salmon, grilled asparagus and yellow rice. “How’d you like the performance Suga? Aunt Salome blow them folks outta the water or what?” Y/N sat in thought for a moment before grinning “she absolutely killed it tonight sunflower! Remind me to congratulate her”. Rosalie nodded finishing the last bite of her food, “will do suga, ya ready to go?” Y/N wiped her mouth with her napkin nodding her head “let’s go”.

Rosalie and Y/N walked down the sidewalk under the starry sky with their arms linked together. Anyone on the outside would just assume they were two close friends and that’s the way they liked it, no one needed to be in their business anyway. Rosalie cleared her throat tossing Y/N a glance before speaking “I know we ain’t known each other long but I can’t help but feel like the good lord sent you for me. I ain’t neva felt this way before about anyone not even my almost fiancé back in Egypt… I want you to be mine, want you to be my woman.. Ion care bout none of these laws or people on the outside looking in who are too ignorant to understand our version of love”. Y/N gazed at Rosalie nodding her head immediately “there’s nothing left to be said but yes Rosalie Otterbourne, I will be your woman”.

Rosalie spoke no words she just smiled and pulled Y/N for a deep kiss not realizing they were in front of the hotel. She looked up then back at her partner gently tugging her hand, “come up with me.. I meant what I said… stay the night” and with that her lips were on Y/N’s again only giving Y/N enough time to reply with a breathlessly “Yes”