hi i need yolanda garcia to degrade me so bad (this kinda took a turn at the end sorry guys i couldn’t hold it in)
𑣲⋆｡˚ you know she’s sooo fucking cocky with it, whispering the meanest shit in your ear because she knows you’ll like it.
“look at that, fuck,” yolanda whispered as her fingers hit that spot inside of you just right. she watched as you clenched around her, the sight giving her ego a bit of a boost. “you just can’t get enough, you’re so fuckin’ nasty,” she spat as she shook her head.
𑣲⋆｡˚ if she has a bad day at work, she’s definitely taking it out on you. if she got pissed off at a resident or maybe an intern, you got the filthiest shit said to you that night.
yolanda’s strap was deep inside of you as she spoke, working you so close to the orgasm she’d been ripping away from you all night. “dumb fuckin’ bitch,” she groaned out and you weren’t sure if she was talking about her coworkers or you. either way, it made you wet as fuck.
𑣲⋆｡˚ don’t even get me started on how it gets when she’s feeling a little jealous. some resident got a little bit too close to you for her liking so, naturally, she gave you some harsh words when she fucked you that night.
yolanda’s fingers were so deep inside of you that you swore you could feel her tickling your pelvis. you’d came maybe three times already and she showed zero signs of stopping. as you clawed at her back, desperately begging for her to let up, she just grinned. “don’t cry and beg now,” she slapped at your clit with her free hand before continuing, “this is what you wanted right? you let that resident get so close to you because your whore brain couldn’t think of any other way to get me to touch you, huh? you knew i’d get jealous and fuck you, you fuckin’ slut.” now, was that your original plan? absolutely not. but you didn’t even care because it sounded so hot coming out of her mouth.
“tell me,” she grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks in her hand as she spoke, “was that your plan? oh, or maybe,” you cut her off with a loud moan as she curled her fingers inside of you. you didn’t respond as you knew the question was rhetorical anyway. once yolanda has her mind made up about something, it’s hard to convince her to believe otherwise “maybe you want them here instead? hell, let’s get the whole fuckin’ ED in here, i know you’d like that, whore.” yolanda was testing new waters with her words, but the way you gushed around her fingers let her know that you were into it.
“oh yeah?” she said in response to the string of whimpers you let out as she fucked her fingers into you. you were so high on pleasure that she could say literally anything and it would only turn you on even more. “of course you’d fuckin’ like that. god, you’re such a dumb little bitch, it’s insane. letting me talk this dirty to you, you’re so pathetic.”
baran is sooo fucking hot when she’s jealous. she is usually very careful about how she shows it, her display of emotion typically controlled with ease. one particular evening, though, she just couldn’t help but seethe as she watched some senior resident’s hand linger on your back a few seconds longer than it should’ve. baran did not feel threatened by them, she’s very confident in herself and how she makes you feel. however, she just couldn’t shake the feeling of anger as she thought about the resident’s audacity. how dare they? touching her girlfriend. touching what belongs to her. baran wasn’t having it.
as quickly as the interaction happened, baran made her way over to you. your eyes lit up as she appeared in your view but before you could even open your mouth, she spoke, “come with me.” her voice was firm, ‘come with me, you have no other choice’ was clearly was she wanted to say. the attending’s eyes were not soft in the way they are when she admires you, she meant business.
as soon as the door to the supply closet baran shoved you in closed, her hands were on you. one of her hands fell to your waist, pushing you against the wall as the other came up to cup your cheek.
“you’re so cute,” baran said lowly, her expression scarily calm. she didn’t want to address the situation directly, she didn’t have to. you both knew exactly why she dragged you in that closet. “it’s such a shame that everyone else thinks so too.” she cooed, softly stroking your cheek as she spoke.
“it’s not like that-“ baran shushed you before you could even finish your sentence. she knew that whatever you were going to say was only going to make her more angry. you didn’t do anything wrong, you both knew that. she just couldn’t get the image of that resident touching you out of her mind. the last thing she wanted to hear was you defending them.
“don’t worry,” she slightly tilted her head, a smirk of amusement formed as her eyes locked onto your exposed neck. she moved her hand that was cupping your face and began to rub at your neck. “maybe i just need to mark you up. let everyone know who you belong to.”
you let out a shaky breath, practically a whimper, as her slender fingers traced the skin on your neck. you couldn’t help but get turned on at the thought of her marking you. showing everyone that you were hers. something about seeing baran get so jealous and possessive always turned you on. another part of you, though, was focused on the environment you were in. you were at work. your colleagues, people who you respected, would be seeing a hickey on your neck. baran’s eyes examined you carefully as you wrestled with the idea of her giving you a hickey, watching you in amusement. she could tell you were giving it real consideration, but she already had her mind made up about it before even dragged you into that closet.
“oh, baby,” baran whispered, practically mocking you. she inched closer and closer to your neck as she spoke. “you don’t have to think about it,” she punctuated her sentence by pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “just let me do it. you do want everyone to know you’re mine, right?”
you nodded slowly at her words. i mean, you did want everyone to know you were hers. and the feeling of arousal was definitely outweighing the thoughts of feeling embarrassed by the hickeys you were undoubtedly about to receive in that moment. letting out a shaky breath, you tilted your head slightly upward to allow baran free reign of your neck.
baran grinned as she watched you give in and expose your neck to her. “good girl, i’ll be gentle,” she grumbled against your neck, barely giving you any time before attaching her lips to it. “m’gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to,” she let out in between her attacks.
once baran was satisfied with her work, she pulled back to admire it. her eyes practically sparkled as she traced the mark with her fingers. while baran was indeed cruel, she did try to contain herself and not embarrass you by putting a big fat hickey on your neck. it was small but definitely visible. after she helped you fix your scrubs and get yourself together, baran said one last thing, looking smug as ever, before leaving you alone in the supply closet.
“oh and when we get home, i’m gonna fuck you properly. i’ll be sure to mark you up sufficiently this time.”
Hers. Mean!Baran Al-Hashimi x fem!crybaby reader. Pt2.
— Baran finally gets you all to herself.
cw : mean!baran , manipulative!baran , power imbalance (you’re an ms3 and she gets you kicked out) , baby trapping kind of (?) , baran basically leaves you no choice but to go through IVF , u call her mama , minors do not interact.
— I need dada so bad … part 1
Mean!Baran Al Hashimi who makes a false complaint about you to Gloria, telling her that you’re not fit to be a medical student. That you’re too slow and distracted, that because of you a patient almost died. The next day you receive a letter from your institution and PTMC telling you that you are not allowed to practice medicine anymore.
Mean!baran who comforts you, holding you in her lap, whispering sweet little nothings into your ear.
“Oh doll, I’m so sorry. You were amazing. I can’t believe they’d do that to you." Good thing you can’t see the fat smirk on her face.
Mean!baran who convinced you to move in with her, it took some persuasion, but eventually you caved. All your stuff moved in by the end of the day.
"Baran, I promise I’ll get a job soon and help with bills-“ She squeezes your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker up. She has a dark look in her eyes, you let out a small whimper.
“Don’t even think about working or paying for anything. That is my job, understood, doll? Your job is to sit still and look pretty, Kay?” She’s practically forcing you to nod your head yes, the smile on her face is big.
“Yes, Mama."
Mean!baran who manipulates you into going through IVF. Telling you she’s getting older and she’d love to be a mother with you, and obviously you hesitate because you're so young still and want to live life before having kids. That really sets her off, and she starts to ignore you, she tells you that she’s working a double shift so she won’t be home or tells you that she’s going out with some work friends for the night. If she is home, she’ll completely ignore your presence.
It’s been a week and Barans been ignoring you, it hurts you a lot. Missing her kisses and touches, cuddling with her in bed, just being silly and having a good time with her. You couldn’t stand it and walked to the living room where she was sitting, probably catching up on some work. You plop down right beside her knees tucked under your chin.
“Mama?” No answer as you expected, “I’ll do it." I want a baby with you.” That got her attention immediately, she put her laptop away and gestures to her lap where you quickly make yourself comfortable. Head tucked into the crook of her neck.
“Oh baby, you don’t understand how happy I am right now. We'll go tomorrow and get everything sorted out.” Baran is over the moon, kissing all over your face, and god, seeing her happy made you all floaty. You finally felt like you had a purpose again, it would be nice to not be alone while Baran was gone at work. It would give you something to do.
“Just want to make you happy, Mama," and Baran wouldn’t have it any other way.
thinking about how baran loves to praise you (wrote this while watching the L word gq) (gigi is so fuckin hot please)
𑣲⋆｡˚ baran needs you to know exactly how proud of you she is and has no problem expressing it.
𑣲⋆｡˚ say you perform a perfect procedure, she’s in your ear telling you the sweetest things.
𑣲⋆｡˚ “you did such a good job,” she’ll say lowly, punctuating her sentence by saying your name in a way that almost makes your knees buckle.
𑣲⋆｡˚ whenever baran walks you through how to cook a certain recipe, praise is always involved.
𑣲⋆｡˚ “there you go,” she’ll say from behind you, her arms wrapped around your waist as you stir something in a pot. “you’re such a fast learner, baby.”
𑣲⋆｡˚ she loves watching the reactions you give her in response to her words. it gets her off to know that she has an effect on you.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she praises you the most when her fingers are buried inside you. “you’re taking my fingers so well,” she’ll coo, watching you as the pleasure you receive from her words shows on your face.
𑣲⋆｡˚ her fingers would be fucking into you so hard that you could barely speak and she’d still praise you. “look at you, so fucking pretty for me.” she never expected you to thank her, your reaction was all she needed.
𑣲⋆｡˚ baran loves to tell you how good you make her feel when your face is buried between her thighs.
𑣲⋆｡˚ “you’re so fucking good,” she’ll moan out, tugging on your hair as you lick at her clit. “doing such a good job, baby.”
𑣲⋆｡˚ don’t even get me started on when her strap is buried inside you oh she’s going crazy.
𑣲⋆｡˚ you’d be borderline in tears, her thick strap plowing into you from behind and all you’ll hear is her voice, “you can take it,” she’ll say, sensing that you’re almost at your limit. “just give me one more baby, i know you can do it.”
𑣲⋆｡˚ when y’all are in missionary she’ll never stop complimenting you. sometimes it makes you a lil shy but she doesn’t care, it just makes her hornier to see the effect it has on you.
𑣲⋆｡˚ if you try to look away while she praises you, she’ll check you quickly.
𑣲⋆｡˚ “uh uh,” she’ll say as she grabs your face, forcing you to make eye contact with her. “look at me,” and when you do, she’ll have the biggest fucking smirk on her face. “what’s wrong, baby? can’t take a little praise?”
𑣲⋆｡˚ moral of the story is i need her to praise me now.
i should be doing literally anything else rn but i just can’t stop thinking about cute lil moments with baran, so here are some hcs
𑣲⋆｡˚ when y’all started dating, you began to notice that the way baran showed love was not in the typical way you’d receive it from a girlfriend.
𑣲⋆｡˚ baran had never been the type to tell you she misses you every ten minutes, her way of doing that is texting you every funny thing that happens on her shift. sharing small moments with you made her long days go by just a little faster.
𑣲⋆｡˚ ‘whitaker fell, again.’ ‘robby just got yelled at by a patient’
𑣲⋆｡˚ her coworkers may describe her as stern and composed, but she lets that all go when she speaks to you.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she absolutely loves talking your ear off about random facts related to the human body. she just wants her girl to stay informed!
𑣲⋆｡˚ & don’t let you get sick, she will literally never leave your side. no matter what happens at ptmc, she will always enjoy taking care of you. she knows the best ways to nurse you back to health and she won’t leave you alone until you’re back at 100%. (@al-hashimis your sickfics feed my soul, everyone go read them pls)
𑣲⋆｡˚ y’all have a specific show that you are only allowed to watch with each other. baran runs a tight ship and she takes absolutely zero excuses for missing an episode! you both promised that no matter what is going on, the show is something you will always be punctual about.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she lovesss when you scratch her anywhere. her head, her back, her arms. she always says that your touch makes her feel complete.
𑣲⋆｡˚ after a long day of unspoken competition with dr. robby, baran practically melts when you unclip her hair and scratch at her scalp. one of her favorite ways to fall asleep is with you giving her a nice head massage. (what can i say, her big brain needs soothing!)
𑣲⋆｡˚ sometimes, she just likes to lay her head in your lap while you massage her head, all while she’s telling you about a medical journal she was reading up on earlier that day.
𑣲⋆｡˚ “and, babe, the shunt moved so weirdly! like shunt complications around the carotid are not unheard of but…”
𑣲⋆｡˚ in your relationship, she’s the chef and you’re the baker.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she can throw down in the kitchen for you. anything you request, she’s making it perfectly.
𑣲⋆｡˚ you, on the other hand, can bake baran absolutely anything she wants. she loves coming home to the smell of freshly baked cookies.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she also is really good at finding ways to make your sweet treats healthier without robbing them of the taste she loves so much!
𑣲⋆｡˚ baran is truly the master of observation. you mentioned a specific flower once? a bouquet of them are at your door a week later. you like a specific brand of coffee pods? she will only buy those from now on.
𑣲⋆｡˚ her son will always come first, so she was delighted to see the both of you bond so quickly.
𑣲⋆｡˚ as soon as she felt comfortable with it, he joined in on pretty much all of y’all’s dates. you even added in going to the arcade or seeing children’s movies so he would feel like he was wanted.
𑣲⋆｡˚ baran loves singing to you. usually it’s not full songs, just little snippets and hums. she’s hummed both you and her son to sleep on multiple occasions and thinks it’s the cutest thing in the entire world.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she listens to music every single time she cooks and she always makes sure to sing the sweetest love songs to you.
𑣲⋆｡˚ you’d try to simply slide past her while she was cooking and she’d suddenly just take your hand, twirling you around. “love me, love me,” she’d sing sweetly in your ear as she pulled your body against hers.
𑣲⋆｡˚ basically baran is the sweetest girl ever and i love her.
can’t stop thinking about baran al-hashimi having a thing for making you beg (wrote this for me and the other 3 dr. al-hashimi fans)
𑣲⋆｡˚ whenever you’d ask for something as simple as her handing you a book, you’d always hear the same thing, ‘say please’.
𑣲⋆｡˚ something about you using your manners just turned her on so much. even with her fingers buried deep inside your pussy, she made sure you addressed her correctly.
𑣲⋆｡˚ “you want more, baby?” she’d ask even though she knew the answer, her palm slightly brushing against your clit as she fucked you with her fingers, “beg for it.”
𑣲⋆｡˚ if you ever got too ahead of yourself and ever tried to disobey her, she always knew how to reel you in.
𑣲⋆｡˚ she’d make you spread open for her, only allowing you to rub slow circles on your clit. her dark brown eyes practically split you in half as she watched you carefully to make sure you did exactly as she said. “since you obviously need a reminder of who runs this, you can fuck your pathetic self and beg for me to touch you.” and she made you do exactly that, finally deciding to fuck you after you cried all of your mascara off while never stopping your hand movements.
she doesn’t take shit from anybody, matter of fact, she hated having to make a business based on peoples needs
but for you? it’s different. she’s different. your shoe needs tying? riri’s on it. your dress needs ironing? riri already ironed it for you.
riri who makes you dinner so you don’t have to worry about food when you come home from work
“i told you i can cook! now you got a four course meal.”
“theres only three courses babe.”
“exactly.”
riri who believes in southern chivalry
“why are you touching that door handle?”
“i got your bags, baby. you gonna hurt your shoulders carrying allat.”
riri who noticed you were stressed and drew you a bath with salts and set up oils for a massage
“lemme treat you. just relax, ma.”
riri who helps you rid of stress with her head between your legs because whatever you need she can do, and she does everything for you - especially if it makes you feel good
fits i think riana williams would wear. cuz i can.
a/n: buckle up cuz its only gna get wilder. stud!riri (question mark) masc!riri fs. me thirsting so be warned. i only had a 10 image limit for pt.1 and this post so i was limited my apologies.
her n flannels go together real well. like trust she has a whole collection. a dwindling collection. someone who shall not be named is stealing them (me)
zip ups r her bsf. they a lil too close actually but they look cute when paired so i'll allow it
i need her in everything giovanni ramos has ever worn in her whole entire life. riana’s box will be empty by morning ty.
i would also like 2 request this outfit. specifically w cornrows, jewelry, and headphones on. i rest my case.
fits i think riana williams would wear. cuz i can.
a/n: uhhh this is just a fun shit post to introduce y’all to a fun series u may (will) get🙂↕️. stud!riri?? question mark. masc!riri. but riri is canon masc so idkandidc. i dont get into all the nitty gritty and this is rlly just me thirsting so im sorry in advance. still making my taglist! reply if u wanna be in it. asks r always opennnnn xx
riana def goes hard 4 fits like these in the winter like i see it now. im not saying collegebball!au ri has locs but if UR saying it. if she isnt loced, majority of the time her hair is in cornrows/braids or in a fro
hehe guys she’d look so cute in these like esp during spring + summer n theyre sooooo her vibe js peep game n lock in. she'd love to layer short sleeves w fun tees just trust me on this.
oh nothing just the photos u took of her in her fav warm up outfit (peep zendaddy)
this has no correlation like at all but daily reminder of alicia keys fine ass ok bye
(im forgetting my taglist rn so if i forgot u or u never asked im v sorry just tell me lmao😭) @riris-heart @rheas-ripley @mrsudakuwilliams99 @mitchesmoon
“i smoke too many cigarettes baby, but u say on my lips it’s good”
ur gf really likes to smoke
a/n: ty @riris-heart u have inspired me to write bigger and better things. riri smokes blunts. not cigs. wanna make that v clear. back of the club is rlly just here for the vibes. will be writing more stuff w kwn and botc if u enjoy her lol. reply if u wanna be in taglist! asks r open luvs
- riri rolls her shit in a veryyyyy specific way. only she can roll her blunts. and sometimes u.
- she can’t smoke on an empty stomach
- you and her late night waffle house runs usually end in a blunt sesh on a rooftop somewhere
-never smokes in big groups
-only smokes with close friends, but that's very rare
- though she use to prefer to smoke alone, since dating you she likes having you with her
- she goes from quiet to very talkative. talkative about everything without shame. talkative about why legos are the best invention of the 20th/21st century, about how much she just enjoyed that waffle, about how much she loves you
-loves listening to music when she smokes. matter of fact it cannot be silent when she smokes. her playlists have to be playing
-riri has specific playlists for smoking. each one is a different "vibe". she chooses them before she rolls so she can accurately read the vibe sober
-she takes high karaoke very seriously
-thats how you found out she can sing a little
-thinks she is invincible when that weed gets in her system. you thought she was ambitious on the regular? see her one puff in.
"i couldda taken down that army of mermaids without the suit. we all know i'm strong as hell!"
"yea baby and you also 5 feet tall, so sit down somewhere."
- she’s def needy when high. she needs to be close to you
- if y’all are together when smoking a blunt she needs you on her lap. no its and or buts about it
“c’mere ma. lemme feel you.”
- literally rubbing her hands all over you, especially your thighs and hips
- shotgun kisses are her favorite. she loves seeing the smoke between both of your lips
- constantly apologizes for how much she smokes. its not her favorite trait, especially since she started more after nat and her dad passed
“im sorry, baby. you know i’m tryna stop.”
“no don’t apologize, you’re doing good. the smoke tastes good on your lips anyway.”
-this the same riri that will immediately say
"im rolling a blunt."
with no hesitation when shit gets too stressful. that girl has no healthy way of processing information.
-her favorite way to celebrate after finals/midterms is rolling a blunt and taking you out to the club/a party
-riri isn't a huge party person, she doesn't do crowds. but you, and the music, and the smoke just go so well together
-she loves when its just yall and the bass, her hands on your waist and bodies in sync, blunt between lips
-yea thats her heaven
me n her in the back of that club cuz what. i #needthat
⚠︎: princess!reader, small age gap, Riri is mean + reader is a lil annoying, made up country, medieval period, a lil suggestive, !amateur writing!
⚔︎ Knight!Riri is strict, stubborn & arrogant. And she's proud to admit it, never afraid to showcase her skills or set someone– even of higher status, straight.
She might not be the strongest but in her opinion there's a long history behind her theory that her technique will carry her further then thier brawn.
Which is exactly why she was handpicked by your father to train the newer errants who don't know what their place is in the battle. Alot of the recruits are loudmouthed freshfaced men whom always tried to underwhelm her power and that just so happened to be her favorite type to humble.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri is just about the same age as most of the initiates she works with and the ones who dont look down on her, try to take advantage of that fact thinking they'll find a soft side to her but no matter the intention she's quick to shut them down and it's cruel how she crushes their spirit but she's a firm believer that if you came here for anything if not to serve than this is not the place for you.
Poor trainees get shut down swiftly and curt, even if it means they'll revert to hating her in the end.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri is exceptionally proud of her well–kept stead.
Though, a well groomed horse is not the most important thing for a grandmaster to be worried about, it's something about her horse standing out from the rest in every factor from the copper red tinted hooves to it's wavy silk like mane she brushed throughout the day, so smooth that even the finest tooth comb would slip through knotfree, that makes pride swell in her chest. She likes to spend any extra free-time taking good care of her ride before anything else.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri doesn't come to make friends but she sure to show respect to all who work in the district under, above and anything inbetween the kingdom.
They are her peers after all.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri who reluctantly still guards the inner kingdom when threats are made or a battle has just been concluded. She believes she is best at use on the field, making a plan and giving commands but she can see the point in how keeping the power, her, where the most precious of jewels to the royal family lie, would be beneficial.
You always hated it because she would purposely guard around your quaters. She's chevalier, been in battle countless times before so why does your father order her here?
⚔︎ Knight!Riri ticks you off to the highest amount.
But you were nary the difference for her, you called her riri instead of her full name, Riana, knowing she didn't like it..while she makes it her personal mission to put you in her place– well as respectfully she could considering her own placement.
She's the worst kind of bossy in your opinion. It's like she never let's you breathe, always has a smug "I think you know better than to try that again." when you're doing something that you're not supposed to but in your opinion she's nobody to be able to guide you. Who does she think she is? The whole cotillion board? You stop in your tracks before turning a sharp 180. Brows furrowed and gown pinched between your pointer & thumb as your marched it over to her to tell her off; most of what you say goes in one ear and out the other but it really made her day to see you try n' insult her because it just wasn't in your fancy ass blood.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri might mock you but she does not entertain the tantrums you love to throw. Especially when you shove or push taking advantage of the fact that she's sworn to never hit you back..which is something you'd think a princess would be above but not your spoiled self.
It makes her sick to think about how ill–behaved you are, she'd be sure to ease it into a conversation the next time she catches up with the king.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri doesnt think a princess has to be meek or dependent but in your case submission, etiquette, and gratitude toward your elders & servicemen would do some good.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri who confronts your father and is surprised the usually froward king agrees with her ; that you need to be teached obedience & discipline. Your mouth was a nonstop chatter box, spitting out any annoying or disrespectful rhetoric that'd been eating away at you.
You were disgracing your families values and Riri couldn't stand to see it no longer. It's about time someone shut you up.
What ⚔︎ Knight!Riri didn't expect was for daddy dearest to appoint her as said teacher..
⚔︎ Knight!Riri who's normally stoic expression is replaced with one of distress. The king only lifts a shrubby brow as the silence passes.
she accepts but it's not as if there was much of a choice.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri gets very pouty & mopey the next day while choosing a substitute for her errants despite that being the number one peeve she had about you... How hypocritical.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri learns the hard way that you'd been made aware of the arrangement while making her rounds past your corridor.
She’d made a whole schedule; day 1: obedience, day 2: respect, day 3: selflessness and so on. Each day a different lesson that would install skills Riri figured would help you but the only thing you did was turn your head up at her, ready with an argument to everything she said even if it made sense.
On day 4 ⚔︎ Knight!Riri is taken over a point of no return with all your acting out.
You'd locked your door, and from the jingling that followed everytime she tried to push in, you set the latch too.
She huffs, "I will not ask again, Princess."
You giggle, making quick work to unlock the window and sliding out as best you could. You pushed yourself up off the stern wooden desk that'd just been built for you.
"If I come in there and get you, there'll be real consequences." Riri tries to remain calm but you were really pushing it, once again. Like you always do.
You slam the window down so hard the frame shakes but you didn't have time to care, she sounded serious and you didn’t want to be around to deal with it.
Once off the roof, you managed to escape down the emergency ladder but your outside slippers made the climb feel dangerous.
Riri nods, "So fucking be it.", she turns around and walks a few feet away before taking a deep breath in. If you wanted to play like this why should she be fair?
Thats exactly how one of your doors laid flat in your room, the screws busted and the wood cracked from where she'd kicked it.
Riri shakes her head, boiling at how outrageous you were. She scoures your room, looking under your bed, in your closet and ironically knocking on your bathroom door before opening.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri can faintly make out whistling of some sort, her head snaps up and she draws together it was from a cracked window, the wind blowing through the small curves making the sound.
When she stands directly under, her eyes catch the specks of dirt on your wooden desk and she can connect the dots.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri followed behind every loose end you made, the muddy track of your slippers, the fabric of your dress that got caught by a thorn bush as you tried to rush pass but most importantly the humming nearing the entrance of the town.
She speeds up, darting for your figure just as you’d stepped into the street.
Your presence is noticed upon breach. Fortunately, the only person looking your way happened to be a very small girl, a lollipop the size of her head in one hand as she held tightly to her mamas hand.
You smile, how adorable she was, and wave. The girls eyes nearly pop out her skull when she realizes why you looked so familiar, she tugs on her mother’s arm and points in your direction with her sucker.
Your body feels like it's been hit with your daddys biggest carriage as your brought to your knees in the tall grass beside where you were originally standing.
You knew exactly who it was when you seen the tight black shirt she wears under her armour. You groan, "How dare you? Get off me THIS INS–"
“Shh, shhh, shut up!”, Riris voice whispers aggressively to you. Despite the fire roaring in her to teach you a lesson then and there, she remains careful with your body as she crouched.
You make a sound of frustration, struggling and squirming in her arms, you demanded, “Riri! Riri, let me—“
She presses her hand tighter to your mouth, “I said be quiet.” In your true ignorant fashion, you tried to fight her off but her hold is solid, you weren’t moving unless she wanted you too.
You grow tired quickly, she wins this time.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri is surprised you don’t try to escape again on the walk back but her guard remains up.
Your heart dips, unable to fathom why you decided to listen to her but continuing to walk in front of her with your head held down in shame, nonetheless.
Riri lectures you in a cold tone, scolding you for being wreckless and leaving burns as she digged at you for how dangerous climbing off a roof was. You knew you deserved it but, the embarrassment of being caught eventually catches up to you.
“Do you wish to be robbed? Kidnapped? Taken for ransom? Why? You did all of that just to get under my skin?” She’s furious and you can hear the venom regurgitating from all the stress you were causing.
You shrug. A tear falls, then two. You’re not sure what you were thinking, you just wanted to see if she would actually be able to find you. You sniffle and the sound alerts Riri. She cringes and stops in place, her hand grabbing your arm to stop you as well.
“Speak.” She encourages anyway.
You roll your eyes and dab your cheeks with the cloth of your dirty gown. Your mind a mess but the only thing you ask is, “Ah-Are you going to tell my father? Is that my punishment?”
Riri pretends to think as your sad eyes laid upon her, “Yes. I think I will..”
"Besides it's only right he knows what you've been upto, since you claim he gave his word for you to go out.." She throws your lie back in your face and watches how your frown deepens, settles even.
You weep louder, face in your hands as you ugly cried and she smirks, “But...After you fix your door, sweep your room and that window..”
“I may change my mind, who’s really to say what I’ll tell him?”
Your lip trembles, “What?! M-my door?”
Riri only smirks and puts her hand to your back. For some reason it leaves the skin there tingling, you blush but try to shake it off, “Keep going, almost there.” She soothes.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri is able to sneak you both back up and helps you patch the little bruises and carpet burns you had on your calves and forearms. You have to act like your face isnt getting hot and unbearable from your own embarrassment.
⚔︎ Knight!riri supervises as you bent down to start working on the door. After she snuck you back in she made you put on stocks and worker pants, preaching on and on about how, “This will teach you that every action has consequences..” and that “..you should think before you act..” , shall there be a next time.
You hold your tongue even though she was starting to work your last nerve, this was supposed to be your replacement for an actual apology but she made every second unbearable.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri makes you use your manners when you need help, she’ll see you struggling but won’t engage unless you ask politely.
“Riri could you hold this handle down?” You ask while holding the bolt into the hole.
She looks down at you then turns away like she didn’t hear a thing.
You huff and push your fallen coils back behind your ear, “Riri, could you please help me screw these bolts in?”
Her lips curve up into a smirk, “Of course, princess.”
You bite your lip at the honorific, hiding your face as heat rushed to your cheeks. She kneels directly infront of you, doing as you asked.
Riri rambles on about the stupid lesson, you did not care; becoming more focused on how the veins in her hand popped when she squeezed the screwdriver, how the muscles in her arms tensed and bulged with every twist.
After the first one is done, Riri turns to you and she notices your staring. Her brows furrow as she moves her hands away, your eyes follow, she clears her throat and you shuffle to sit up straight again.
"Oh." You'd squeaked, getting a new handle, bolt and holding them down.
She pauses, "What do we say?"
"Please, help me again..?" you spoke dryly. Riri nods, quick to pick the tool back up.
⚔︎ Knight!Riri is impressed with the progress you've made, even if it was futile compared to where she thought it'd be by now.
The next morning while she trained, she thought about how your little breakdown in the garden might've been all the punishment you needed.
She also comes to the conclusion that the source for all these outburst was caused by a lack of attention. Everything was slowly coming together and now that she knew the problem, she could help more accurately.
Riri finishes the rest of her fencing and upper body reps before heading to your room.
Meanwhile ❀ Princess!Y/n hadn't been able to stop thinking about Riri or her small touches, the whole night you wondered deeply why, after all the fuss that happened the day before, was Riri and her stupid smirk the only thing you could focus on...
2087
pixelskylines
stormborns
areudirty
dailybridgerton
baratheonpilled
