princess ali ababwa

God, how did she get so lucky? Monroe was truly the most exquisite human she has ever met. To be able to love her, hold her, kiss her, do everything and anything with her, to raise Mars with her, be married to her… Avery truly felt like the luckiest person alive. She was just so proud of the older girl and everything she’s accomplished. Knowing that she’s going to get to support her and cheer her on for the rest of their lives, makes her so happy. The younger brunette smiled brightly. She bit down on her lower lip as she watched her, her breath catching and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. God, she could never get over this. She could never get over her. Getting to see her and have her like this. Monroe Eilam Oliveira is the most beautiful woman she has ever laid her eyes upon. “Hello, lioness,” she cooed. Her heart soared hearing that. God, she loves Mars so much. They both would do anything and everything for their little monkey. “Mmm, which reminds me… we should really take him on an adventure soon. Anywhere in the world, the three of us.” She hummed warmly at the kiss. She was such putty whenever she kissed her, goodness. “Oh god, yes please. Please join me.”

“Everyone gives me “I’m going to mug you vibes,” Remi answered matter of factly. “You could have walked up to me in a pink unicorn cardigan and I’d still be expecting to be mugged. I live in Manhattan, it’s just the way of the world. Expect people are either gonna steal from you or get in your way.”  She assess the situation and deems it not an immediate threat, her hand lowering, finger still on the nozzle of the spray can. Curiosity had her tilting her head as the other woman approached, wondering if she was going to get chastised or appreciated for the impending graffiti she was looking to leave behind.

“This is a high traffic tourist area, they’ll either clean it up super fast or leave it if they think the grungy urban look will win them aesthetic points.” She shook her can a little, stepping closer to the wall. “Eh it probably won’t tickle your fancy all that much. I’m not an artist. I just like to share good book quotes I come across. Today’s is from The Little Prince. “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” You want a can?” She pulled a second can, this one silver, offering it to the brunette. “I mean if there’s anything you’ve been dying to see on this wall know is the time.”

“i really can’t blame you about that--though my real vibe is i’m going to steal your wallet and watch if you’re a huge prick vibes.” she half-jokes, chuckling to herself. that wasn’t a lie at all. monroe encounters pricks at her work almost every night, and she cannot resist the urge to take something to them, after either giving her or someone else a hard time. she used to do worse when she was so much younger, but she’s just done those to be able to survive the day. yes, she did live with her uncle during those times, but her never really cared about her. “be careful of those people with cutesie clothing style, looks can be very much deceiving.”

“i truly hope it’s the latter. or....you know, someone might take a photo of it and post it on their instagram?” she shrugs at the other. the dj tilts her head to the side at her next words. “i’m not quite an artist either, but i just know anyone can do art. the sentiment or message that the art carries is the very thing that’s important to me, well, depends on however you interpret it--i make music for a living.” she takes the can from the other woman. “would you kill me if i tell you i haven’t read the little prince yet?“ she gives her an awkward smile. “how about after you finish your quote, i can add flair to it?“

There was no denying that Avery’s life was better than she could’ve ever hoped for. Married to an incredible woman and raising their son together; Being the owner of two successful establishments and the co-owner of the strip club she once (and still occasionally does) perform at; A soon-to-be published author in a few weeks: the young woman loved her life. However, there was one downside to being such a busy woman: Her feet were killing her constantly. Mainly working in Agrabrah today, the girl was rather happy over her decision of converting one of the many old suites into an apartment for her and her family to use for any reason, in case they weren’t able to make it back home to their cozy house. With Monroe and Mars having joined her later in the afternoon, the family enjoyed dinner together in one of the resort’s restaurants (whereas Waffles the cat was lazy back in the apartment) before she continued more work then reuniting with them in their mini home away from home. The girl was relaxing in a hot bubble bath after watching a movie and helping Roe get space monkey to bed, eyes shut as she lounged back before opening them as she was joined suddenly. “Hello, beautiful,” she mused, smiling warmly and hearts in her eyes. “He’s still asleep?”

closed starter for: @themonroeoliveira​

Take the 10:30 train back to Manhattan. Never miss it, Remi. Do you understand me? You can never miss that train.

It was an easy order to follow. Most of the town shut down by 9pm. The night owl establishments tended to have residential only hours after 10pm. When Remi worked the closing shift at the Library she was usually out by 9.50, a twenty minute walk to the train station and just a little bit of time to leave her mark on the town before she headed back to the city. Tonight she’d gotten out early. Tonight she was finally going to have time to work on a gorgeous stretch of wall at the bottom of the steps that led to the train platform. 

Was tonight a green or a purple night? Remi hesitated, two spray cans pulled from her bag, her sunglasses perched upon the bridge of her nose even though the sun had gone down hours ago. 

There was a sudden, startling presence behind her and she whipped around, as if the spray cans were full of mace and not paint. She supposed in a pinch paint to the eyes might be just as effective.

“Look, I’m not a good mugging victim. I’m just not. This guy in the city tried once and literally just gave me my wallet back because there was nothing in it but the crumb of a wayward frosted flake from my breakfast and a coupon for ski ball. The most valuable thing I have on me tonight is my $40 dollar gift card for Starbucks and like…just don’t be that asshole that fucks with another person’s caffeine fix for the week. Like, please.”

tonight is monroe’s night off and she decided to take a little stroll out instead of taking her bike with her, the diner she was heading to isn’t that much far away. plus, she’ll still make it home just in time before the curfew starts. she’s spent the majority of her day in the home studio not only planning her future sets at pynk potion and pudding and pie, but she’s been on contact with a record label who has been meeting her and her potential deal with them in the future. she didn’t expect her life to change like a freaking whirlwind in a short span of time. thinking about all of it now, working at two famous clubs, getting married to her soulmate and having a family with her with their little mars....and now becoming a producer....she felt like the luckiest woman on earth.

she was close to getting lost in her own thoughts when she got distracted by a familiar librarian standing in front of a wall, spray cans in her hands. she takes her headphones off as she laughs at her words. “did i really give off that i’m going to mug you vibes?” she shakes her head at the other. she walks up to her and turns to the wall she was staring at for a moment before glancing back at her. “so....what are we about to see on this wall for the next couple of days?”

A moan slips out of Monroe and Dylan could barely believe it. After so much teasing, she expected the other to hold strong like before. But instead she was allowing Dylan to deepen the kiss. Her tongue pushing into Monroe’s mouth, exploring and taking in the taste of her. This time, it was Monroe’s hands that did the exploring, Dylan keeping still and firm as to not risk the other from pulling away again. The hand on the back of Monroe’s neck gripped a little tighter. And then she just barely heard her name being moaned and if Dylan wasn’t already wet, that most certainly did it for her. It was enough to make a muffled moan of her own slip out into the other’s mouth. The amount of times she had thought of Monroe moaning for her since the last time they were in the position was more than she’d like to admit. 

anytime now. monroe thought. she really had plans with her friends after work, and knowing they’d be cut off at any moment, aware of where this meeting would lead to even before she steps in the office, she had to carry out another round of her games like this. she plays with the hem of dylan’s shirt as she continued to explore her, slightly sucking on her tongue, her moans slightly getting louder with the other tugging on her hair. but then, still, she knew she would get a call from her friends, aware of the fact that she’s already running late, but she was still at work, specifically, in dylan’s arms.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, her eyes closing for a moment as Monroe continued to rock her hips. It was driving her crazy but she was trying to keep her self control no matter how much Monroe was turning her on. But god damn, she wanted to give in and take Monroe right then and there. She watches as Monroe takes off her jacket and goes back to how close they were seconds before. “You want help?” Dylan asked, her voice low. Finally giving in, she moved one of her hands from the girl’s hip to cup around the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Even playing this dangerous game, Dylan couldn’t hold back any longer.

“just to jumpstart it, you know?” monroe moans against dylan’s lips once they’ve kissed, her hands finding their way back in her woman’s hair. she parts her lips for the other to explore her mouth, now it was her turn to slip one of her hands in dylan’s shirt, exploring her warm skin. she loved being this close to the older woman, but at the same time, monroe loves not fully giving in, torturing her and mostly the other longer, she just knew the day she finally cracks, it would be so much better for the both of them. she softly runs her nails against her abdomen, a muffled moan of dylan’s name escaping her lips.

Dylan’s eyes scan over Monroe’s face as the girl’s hands hold her face. Hands cupping her face, a thumb across her lip; Dylan could help but think about where else she wanted those hands to be. Every time Monroe calls her boss, it sends something through Dylan’s body. A mix of guilt but also the fact that it made it more forbidden made her want it more. “And hows that working for you?” she asks, her eyes falling on the girl’s lips again. Hips moving against her and it’s driving her crazy. “See, if I showed you, it most definitely wouldn’t be innocent,” she admitted, bring her face close to Monroe’s but not quite closing the gap between them. Her hands holding tight on Monroe’s hips as she teased her. 

“it’s slowly coming back,” she tilts her head to the side, shifting her hips slowly, making sure she stresses every single movement her hips make. monroe licks her lower lip once more while their faces are suddenly close. “you see, if you want me to remember....you have to help me, dylan. i’m not gonna remember things by myself,” she rasps against her lips, then moves away to tug her jacket off for a moment before returning to her previous position, with her arms now loosely wrapped around the older woman’s neck. “it’s not gonna fully come back until you help me, boss.”

Dylan watched as Monroe got up from her chair and crossed around the room. The younger girl straddling her lap, hand raking through Dylan’s hair sending electricity through her body. It was enough to make her heart race. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you,” Dylan asks, her back arching off the chair so their bodies could touch more. Dylan’s hands find the girl’s hips but keeping them steady, remembering how Monroe left her the last time her hands explored too far. “Mm kinda like this, not as innocent though.” If they were going to play this game, Dylan wanted to at least see how much she could get out of it. Maybe they could have a round two. But she had to admit, seeing Monroe straddle her lap again was a sight she wanted burned into her memory. 

monroe kept her finger through dylan’s hair, slightly tugging on them while she cups her cheek, gently running her thumb along her lower lip. “i’m just...trying to jumpstart my memory, boss. you know....” she starts subtly moving her hips like before. “...doing it again might help me remember.” she licks her lower lip, not being able to look away from those darkening green orbs. “oh, hmm....how is it not innocent, dylan? care to...show me how?,” she giggles lightly, taking one of her hands to even tempt her more, running it down her chest. having the older woman like this, restraining herself from doing what she really wants, just turns monroe on, maybe....maybe she could give her more that just a bite.

The dynamic between her and Monroe was not one Dylan had expected, but god, she couldn’t get enough of it. Not being able to have Monroe right away was driving her crazy. This was why she didn’t like crossing this line. It made things uncomfortable at work. And it didn’t help that she could tell Monroe was eating it up. She wanted more, and at this point, Dylan was determined to get it no matter how hard she had to work for it. “Mm if my memory servers me correctly. I think there was some kissing, maybe you getting on top of me. And then you being a tease and leaving,” Dylan explained with an eyebrow raised. She knew Monroe hadn’t forgotten, but she could only play this game for so long before her frustration took over. “You? Do something wrong?” she scoffs. “No, you did nothing wrong.”

monroe had this cheshire cat grin as she listened to dylan recall that moment they shared in her office a few days back. she knew the other was fully aware of the game she’s started and having her play, and god, that just makes her even more excited to mess with the other further. it amuses her how much the older woman is trying to hide how much she’s really affected by her teasing. she finally gets up from her chair and walks over to where dylan is. “oh, getting on top of you....like this?,” monroe asks innocently, as she straddles her lap for the second time. she combs her fingers through her hair, chewing on her lower lip. “am i doing this right? you know...just so i could remember things properly?,” she smirks, looking into her eyes.

“How could I forget?” she replied easily. Of course Dylan had done some digging when she first agreed to hire Monroe. Not that she cared about her past; she was all about giving people a chance considering her own past was filled with things people would judge her for. The last thing she would do was judge Monroe for her past. But what she was judging her on was the fact that she’s been teasing her this whole time and Dylan was close to losing it. “Oh, yeah, I bet you did,” she said rolling her eyes. “Mmm, see I would Knox, but I have perfect memory of last time and I’m not a big fan of what happened. How do I know it’s not just going to be a repeat?”

monroe did have some fun night after her interaction with dylan, hanging around to talk to some of the clients and dancers after her set. and she knew the older woman had her eyes on her the whole time, so why not push her buttons ever more, right? she chuckled when she rolls her eyes. monroe leaned a bit closer from the table as she listened to dylan, as if she really had no clue what happened the last time, as if she’s forgotten how frustrated her boss looked after she only gave her a taste of her. “what happened, exactly?,” she whispers, before biting her lower lip for a moment. “and if i ever did something wrong....can i make it up to you?”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s all it is,” Dylan said rolling her eyes. Monroe could be so infuriating but at the same time, it only made Dylan want her more. She hated how much of a hold the younger girl had on her. She was well aware that she was in a trap that Monroe had set, but at this point, she couldn’t help herself. When Dylan wanted something, she got it. She ran a hand through her short hair and watched Monroe carefully. “You must really have some memory issues,” she replied, playing along. “Maybe I should refresh your memory,” a smirk grew on her lips. Part of her knew that was exactly what Monroe wanted, but also, she couldn’t help but want an excuse to make out with her again.

“this is my first actual job, remember?” monroe had a feeling that dylan would be aware of her past, before she became plan b’s dj. she knew a lot of people were aware of the petty crimes she’s pulled in the past, ever since she was young. but besides that, she just loves to tease the woman more and more, to eventually get her to her breaking point. she wanted to see it, she just knew dylan would come to that one day. but now, she’ll enjoy what she can have. “memory issues, or i just really had some fun night, you know?,” she giggles. “mhmm, and how would you refresh my memory, boss?,” she asks in such a challenging tone, raising an eyebrow at the other.

“… You… Y-You really do?” Why did that make her so unbelievably happy? Why did that spark so much joy in her heart? Why did that made her smile so big? Why does knowing this information, knowing that Monroe liked these things about her just filled the girl with so much happiness and hope? You know why, a voice said in the back of her mind. And oh, it worried her to think like that again. To think of the possibilities of what it could all mean. But while there were nerves there, there was also that usual sense of comfort. And that seemed to overpower that fear that had shown so many times in the past. Of course, there would always be a part of Avery that would be anxious about ever trying something like that again. Yet the idea of doing that again but with the DJ this time… It felt so right and so comfortable and seemed so natural. “Oh, I know you are,” she mused, giggling softly. “I bet that you’re going to become his favourite person soon.” The brunette’s smirk grew, her fingers softly reaching down to skim over them. Bending down, Avery kissed one of the marks before biting it softly then licking it, the dancer soon standing back up straight with a grin. “I love seeing them on you. Let me know the next time you want to get marked again, baby.” She ran her fingers through the short girl’s hair, tugging them as she gasped upon feeling her kiss and her tongue. Her head leaned back for a moment before she stared down at her again, grinning brightly before humming. “Well… I imagined that the club was empty, saved for you and me. You were a lot closer than you usually are, sitting right at the edge of the stage. I imagined dancing for you, slowing stripping down until not a single thing was on me. Not my clothes, not those ridiculous heels, not my jewelry; Nothing. I imagined joining you at your seat, dancing for you while you touch me, fingerfucked me while I continued. You were refusing me from cumming, wanting to make me shake and fill the entire club with my screams. And then keep on repeating again, and again, until I couldn’t dance anymore and just needed to be held by you. Think we’ll be able to convince Dylan on letting us have the entire place to ourselves for ‘practice’ one of these days to make that a reality?”

“G-Great!” If her sudden burst hadn’t surprised her enough already, Monroe’s agreement certainly took the cake. She hadn’t been expecting the girl to be up for the idea. And her reassurance… It only threw her into a loop even more. “They aren’t?” Her voice grew softer. Dating Liza, she constantly felt as if any of the ideas she had were less than adequate for the blonde genius. It had truly been one of the downsides of the relationship with her. Now that she has finally moved on from her and their failed relationship, she was able to see that it hadn’t been the best on either sides. That they weren’t made to last. Which only made it more frustrating that she had grown scared of relationships after her, eventually trying to do anything with Max and Luca also not working out. Yet… somehow, Monroe made things easy. Comfortable, natural. Had an outsider with no context be looking in, they possibly could’ve mistaken the two for being a couple. Would that be so bad?, a part of her wondered. Smiling softly, she shook her head. “I know that you’re going to be great with him, okay? He’s going to love you.” She shivered slightly at the name, a bright smile gracing her lips as they kissed. God, she truly could never get enough of kissing her. Her lips, anywhere on her face, the top of her head, her hands, her shoulders. Speaking of which… “How’re those marks I gave you? Gonna allow me to do that again sometime?” Avery smirked as she lightly teased. She’d been taken aback when she had realized afterwards that the older girl had allowed her to do that, that she had seemed to actually enjoyed being given the marks. Her heart beat quickly in her chest at the kisses, the dancer watching her go down as she bit down on her lip in excitement. Firmly keeping her legs apart, she brought her hands to play in Roe’s hair as she nodded. “Anything for my lioness,” she promised.