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itchytitss · 18 hours ago
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Imagine how protective Pit Fighter Vi would be
Just imagine dating Vi, your pit fighter girlfriend who’s made a name for herself in the fighting scene. She’s admired by hundreds of people in Zaun for her ruthless matches and charismatic personality. Everyone knows who she is, and everyone’s eyes are always on her.
Of course you go to every match of hers. Of course you help her with training. You love seeing her at work. Watching the pure power and energy flash in her eyes during a fight always gives you butterflies in a strange way. You find yourself crushing on this woman all over again. You get front row seats, VIP access to the locker and green rooms.
You and Vi know how dangerous the Lanes are, especially in the fighting scene. Creeps and addicts lurk around watching the matches, hedging their bets on fights,, picking pockets, partying and drinking.
Because of this, you and Vi are inseparable. She won’t let you go anywhere alone at these venues. Not with so many strangers around. You follow her around from match to match, sticking with her and remaining at her side as she signs autographs.
Vi always has to have some form of physical contact with you at all times. She rests her hand on the nape of your neck when talking to staff. She tugs you close with an arm around your waist while shuffling through the crowds of spectators. She slings her arm around your shoulders, pulling you to her side as she walks you both home. Under a table, she’s always got a hand resting on your thigh or a foot nudged against yours.
It’s her way of telling you, “I’m here— I’ve got you— You’re safe.”
You love your scary guard dog. Though it’s quite funny seeing as how she’s the famous one yet you’re the one needing a bodyguard. Everyone at the arenas and clubs knows not to mess with you. They know you’re taken. Taken by the Vi. Every now and then some clueless asshole either doesn’t get the memo, or ignores it completely.
Last time a guy touched you at a bar without asking, he left with a broken nose and a cut lip. When people ask you to dance with them, you smile and politely let them down as Vi wraps an arm around you, staking her claim.
It’s not that she’s controlling you. Not in the slightest. She’s just protecting you from the unpredictable fans she’s had to deal with for so long. She knows that what they say and do (especially to pretty things like you) can be overwhelming, scary and confusing. So she keeps you close. If you really want to do things alone, she’ll let you, but keep a close eye on your surroundings.
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Just imagine having drinks with Vi and her management after a successful fight. The music is loud and the lights of the club are flashing. You’re getting quite tired but offer to bring the last round of drinks to the table from the bar.
As you’re walking back with a handful of drinks, you can feel the hungry stares of many eyes watching you. You arrive at your table with the drinks, and set them down. The clinking of the glasses drowned out by the bass of the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a man stand up from his table and take a step towards you. Before he can take another step, Vi pulls you into her lap. You wiggle to get yourself comfortable, nestling your face into the crook of her neck, giggling at how she rests her hand on your ass. All the while Vi stares down the poor man across the room who was planning on making a move.
Who he thought was just a cute club waitress was actually the Vi’s girl.
He clears his throat and sits back down. Vi smirks in triumph as his table laughs at him. She glares at him. A glare that says,
“She’s mine.”
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Thinking of that one lap sitting gif from Wilde (1997) but wlwđŸ„°đŸ‘©â€â€ïžâ€đŸ’‹â€đŸ‘©đŸŒˆ
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itchytitss · 1 day ago
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Jill Valentine who loves calling you her wife
Disclaimer: is based on RE3 Jill, meaning the estimated year is around the late 90s to early 2000s where gay marriage was yet to be legalised countrywide in the US
In all ways except governable, Jill Valentine is your wife.
Every morning you wake up in the same bed. You shower together. You cook each other breakfast and dinner. You steal each other’s clothes. You even make love like a married couple. Soft, intimate and loving.
You lay in her arms, listening to her steady heartbeat as she strokes your hair. “I’m going to marry you someday.” She says softly. “Some time in the future, I know it
 Someday they’ll allow it.” She sighs. “The world is changing, I can feel it.”
She’s sick of hiding your relationship. She’s sick of hiding who she loves. The world expects you to find a husband and bring children into this world. It expects you to stay at home, cook, clean and do everything for your husband.
“The world is shit”, your girlfriend wife says. “The world needs to wake up.”
She may lose her job, she may ruin her relationship with pet friends and family. But she would risk the entire world just to live a normal life with you. Nothing else matters but you.
Jill is so sick of people assuming her “partner” is a man. Or when people interpret her “girlfriend” as a friend that is a girl.
You may not be able to legally marry yet, but that doesn’t stop Jill from calling you her wife. It confuses people, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jill’s assigned extra work at the office? “Sorry, no can do. I gotta get home on time tonight. My wife is making roast.”
At a restaurant? “I’ve reserved a table under Valentine. No, our husbands won’t be coming. It’s just my wife and I tonight.” She squeezes her arm around your waist, smiling at the slightly shocked waiter.
A man flirting with her at the bar? “Yes this shirt does look nice! It’s one of my wife’s favourites.” She says loudly.
This little habit of hers, (if you could call it that) amuses you immensely. The amount of times it’s stunned or confused people never fails to make you laugh at the way they question the legality of your “marriage.”
Jill stands in the kitchen, tending to curry on the stove as she gushes about how she finally has the weekend off, and how she can spend it with her “pretty little wife.”
“If I’m your wife, where’s my ring?” You tease, holding up your left hand and showing off your bare ring finger.
“I’m saving that for when we can get married, darling.” She whispers, taking your hand and bringing it to her lips as she places a gentle kiss to your ring finger.
What you don’t know is that far in the back of her side of the closet, lies a little box, nestled amongst dusty old clothes. In that box, is the perfect diamond ring. Waiting for the day it can finally see the light. Jill bought this a few months ago, and is keeping it for when the right day comes.
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itchytitss · 2 days ago
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I have an idea for a series with Jill Valentine
TW: nondescript references to domestic abuse and manipulation (not from Jill obv)
Recently I had an idea for a series where reader gets a job at RPD as a secretary or intern, with no real policing knowledge. You work as an assistant to Chief Irons or fetching things for your colleagues around the station. Something simple like that.
You file, print and fax documents all day long. You’re also tasked to go on a coffee run and get your colleagues some drinks and snacks. On a good day you can get something for yourself with the extra money. Sometimes you get to spend time with your coworker Jill, who seems to have quickly taken a liking to you.
Every afternoon you go home to your small apartment with your shitty boyfriend. You’ve tried to leave him multiple times and failed due to his abusive and manipulative nature. He’s a cheating loser who treats you like a toy, an object, something less than human.
You go to work the next day with a sore back from sleeping on the couch. Jill has recently taken notice of your declining mood, the bruises on your arms and the way you’re so hesitant to talk about your home life. She spends time with you more, goes out of her way to walk past your desk every day. She checks on you mentally, even when no one else at work does.
Eventually you and Jill have developed a routine of getting coffee together almost every day. You tell her about your dreams, your fears and the shitty man back at home who leaves you unsatisfied in more ways than one. Jill listens to you talk. It’s been so long since you’ve had a friend who cares and checks up on you so frequently.
Your boyfriend doesn’t like your new relationship with your friend Jill for many reasons. After a loud and lengthy fight, you’re told to pack your things and leave the next morning.
The next day you run to Jill in tears, asking for advice as you cry in her arms, your sobs echoing in the empty break room. Without a moment of hesitation, Jill squeezes you tight and whispers, “How about you stay with me? I’ve got room. I’ll take care of you, sweet girl.”
And that’s how you came to live with your best friend. You moved in that night and ever since then, your relationship has deepened. You find yourself cuddling up to her more, leaning into her while watching movies. She helps you set up your room. She buys you things when you show even the slightest hint of interest. Gifts you little trinkets she finds wherever she goes. “Just reminded me of you is all.” She always says.
Jill shares her clothes with you, and in turn you share yours. She plays with your hair, strokes your hands and face. She’s complimenting you more. Flirting perhaps? No, she’s not flirting. You’re just friends.
But then again, friends don’t dream about making out on the couch, imagining her hands groping your chest under her your shirt. Friends don’t mumble each other’s name in their sleep and then wake up to a soaked mess in their underwear. Friends don’t touch themselves to the thought of each other. Friends don’t share a bed and sleep tangled up half naked for warmth because “it’s cold.”
Friends don’t do that, right? Fuck.
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itchytitss · 16 days ago
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Jill Valentine helping you out with your lipstick
You’ve been invited as Jill’s plus one to a RPD awards night, which means you finally get to bust out the fancy dress and makeup you’ve been saving for a special occasion.
You’ve never seen Jill all dressed up for an event like this before. She’s stunning. Her short brown hair framing her beautiful face as she stands in front of her full length mirror, adjusting her earrings. A week ago, you helped her pick out this fancy royal blue pantsuit specifically for tonight, and god does she look amazing in it. Her height and slim figure accentuated by the long pant legs and her velvet heels.
You stalk up to her, openly admiring her as she smirks at you in the mirror.
“Hey baby,” Jill coos softly as she turns around slowly, her hands now resting on your hips.
“Shit, you look good.” She whispers as she looks you up and down, checking you out from head to toe. “It’s gonna be hard to keep my hands off you tonight.” She teases, squeezing your hips.
You giggle as you loop your arms around her neck, stepping closer into her embrace as you gaze up into her eyes. “I should say the same. I’ve never seen you so
so-”
“Hot?” She raises an eyebrow in amusement.
“That’s one word for it.” You laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
For a split second you see her eyebrows crease as she stares at your lips. She pulls away slightly to look, her eyes squinting slightly.
“Wha-“
“Hold on, babe you’ve got something
” Jill trails off as she grabs your chin with one hand and brings the other up to your lips.
You stare wide eyed up at your girlfriend as she pushes her finger into your mouth. With a surprised squeak, you instinctively wrap your lips around her. Your eyelids flutter and your knees feel weak as you melt into her touch. It only lasts a few seconds before she gently wipes your two front teeth and pulls her finger out with a *pop*. A small string of saliva connecting it to your lips. You stare at her in awe and disbelief as she smiles and looks at her finger.
“Had a bit of lipstick on your teeth, see?” She grins, showing you the excess lipstick she wiped off your lips, now forming a ring around the base of her finger.
You stare wide eyed and speechless as Jill laughs at how quickly your cheeks turn pink. Your mouth hangs open slightly in shock as you blink at her.
“You liked that?” She chuckles, almost mockingly as she pouts her lips slightly with a tilt of her head.
“I- uh
” You barely manage to stammer out, now looking down to the floor in embarrassment.
“Aw, my sweet girl, don’t be embarrassed.” She coos with a smile, gently stroking your flushed cheek with the delicate touch of her palm.
“You like having my fingers in your pretty little mouth? I’ll keep that in mind for later.” Jill whispers, gently patting your cheek twice before she turns around to pick up her clutch purse and heads towards the door.
You’re frozen. Stuck in place with a red face and an uncomfortably warm feeling between your legs as you stare at the wall, trying your best to comprehend this newfound fascination of what just happened.
“Come on, we’re going to be late!” Jill announces to you from down the hall, interrupting your thoughts that spiral into more sinful imaginations.
“W-wait!” You call out, quickly dragging yourself out of your sudden daydream.
You grab your purse and run down the hallway the best you can in your heels, following your gorgeous girlfriend like a lovesick puppy.
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(Why use a piece of paper to remove excess lipstick when you can just use a pretty woman’s finger?đŸ„°đŸ’…)
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itchytitss · 17 days ago
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Jill Valentine has an undercut because she told me and I said so
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I hc that Jill has pretty thick hair, so when she was first in the police academy, she shaved part of it to make it easier on herself to tie it up and manage
I imagine she would get a fellow rookie to shave it for her after she quickly realised she can’t do it properly herself.
After graduating the academy, Jill searched and searched until she finally found a willing stylist months after almost every hairdresser said they didn’t want to shave away her “beautiful, feminine, thick and healthy hair.” So she ended up having to settle for going to some far away salon every few weeks to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a simple shave she could probably learn to do herself.
That is until you started dating.
The first time you offered to shave her hair for her, she immediately said yes. Finally! Someone who not only doesn’t judge her choice to shave her hair, but will do it for her for free!
You started off doing a regular boring shave for her but after months of convincing, she finally let you start experimenting with different shapes and patterns. Pretty soon you were trying all types of shaves from random fashion magazines or even sketching out patterns in a book to learn.
Sometimes when she’s at her desk working, you sneak up behind her and nuzzle your face into her neck, breathing in the smell of her shampoo. She groans with a smile, mildly annoyed by the interruption and somewhat amused by your constant begs and need for her attention. You cling onto her neck, planting kisses to her nape and shoulders as she giggles and attempts to shake you off.
You snake your hand up to the nape of Jill’s neck every time you cuddle, just playing with the short hairs there, making her softly chuckle at your apparent fascination with the sensation.
You run your fingers through Jill’s cropped hair as she’s eating you out. You pant as you tug on the longer hair on top and scratch your nails through the shaved portion on her neck. You stare breathlessly at her between your plush thighs as her eyes roll back in pleasure. You feel her groan rattle straight through your core as you gently but firmly tug and pull at the soft hair on her head.
Oh my lordđŸ˜©đŸ˜”â€đŸ’«
Disclaimer: I do not own these photos! I found these on Pinterest for reference! Credit goes to the original poster and the awesome people with this haircut! I made sure not to use faces, but please let me know if you’d like this removed. Sources are below :)
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itchytitss · 1 month ago
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Wine tasting with Shadowheart
Early on in your relationship, Shadowheart had expressed her interest in going to a wine tasting with you, though you quickly found out about the lack of wineries near Baldur’s Gate.
Sure, you would often find half empty bottles of drinkable wine along the road in your adventures, but the only good wine worthy of drinking is found in very few expensive bars and the occasional brothel. If you were lucky, you could snag a bottle from the docks after a recent import, though they’re often kept under wraps to be sent to the nobles or churches.
You and Shadowheart have been collecting a variety of good wines you have found (stolen) around Baldur’s Gate most prestigious bars and have been hiding them in your camp for ages now, separating them from the average wines kept in the group cache. You wait for the perfect night to host your own private wine tasting.
When the night comes around, you and Shadowheart slip off into the woods after dinner. You lead her to a rocky cliff that overlooks the nearby beach. A perfect picturesque view of the sun starting to set beyond the horizon.
You lay down the picnic blanket and pillows as you carefully place down the bottles of wine and water. Shadowheart makes herself comfortable on the blanket as she looks over the cliff, sighing in content as she watches the sunset. You place down some cheese and biscuits because you can’t have a wine tasting without some proper snacks. Though you mostly ignore them and go straight for the wine.
You spend the night drinking, laughing and talking about everything you can think of. Your favourite topic is the one that is your travelling companions. As you get more tipsy, you gossip and bitch about your friends who are only just a few hundred meters away. You groan about how loudly Karlach snores. You chuckle at how Scratch stole one of Gales books and made him chase him for it. You express your shared hatred for the blood left lying around camp by Astarion after his meals.
Hours later, you laugh together as you sip on an abundance of wine under the silver light of the moon. At this point you’re both laying on your sides. Facing each other.
“I think
 I think I’m drunk.” Shadowheart giggles as she reaches towards you, accidentally knocking over an empty bottle of wine.
You grab her hand in yours, giggling at her flushed face and tired eyes. “I told you we were only supposed to taste the wine. Not
 Not drink ourselves to death.” You hiccup.
“Where’ss the fun in that?” She slurs. “What, we just waste all this wine and
 and spit it off the cliff?” She waves her hand around drunkenly.
“Shit, we’re going to be sooo hungover tomorrow.” You giggle. “Tomorrow? Today? I don’t even know what time it is.” You mumble, causing Shadowheart to giggle along with you.
“Oh gods, Lae’zel is going to be so pissed when she finds out we stole
 stole her biscuits.” Shadowheart laughs loudly, causing her to snort through her nose. You both chortle at the sound, quickly shushing each other when you realise how much noise you’re making. You place a finger on Shadowheart’s lips, silencing her with a shushing gesture on your own as you both fight to hold back your laughs.
Your giggles die down as she takes your hand again, holding it in the space between the two of you on the blanket. You stare into her eyes. Her gorgeous, tired green eyes that slow blink at you with love and affection. Her smile tugs at your heartstrings and it’s as if you can feel your teeth rotting from the sweetness of it all. You scan her face as you slowly tuck a strand of hair behind her pointed ear.
“I can’t believe you’re mine.” She whispers, shuffling closer to you. You press your foreheads together as she hums softly in satisfaction.
“It’s surreal.” You mumble, rubbing over the scar on her cheek with your thumb. “You’re so beautiful
” You breathe, entranced by her soothing aura.
“I know.” She smirks.
Your thumb traces over her soft lips before you lean in to lock your lips with hers. Your hand moves to cradle the back of her head as she smiles into the kiss, squeezing your hand. You kiss slowly, softly, tasting the mixture of wines on her tongue.
After a few lazy kisses. She moves to place small pecks up your nose to your forehead. You giggle as she slides her free hand up to cup your face.
“Can we stay a bit longer? I don’t
 I don’t want to go back to camp yet.” She whispers.
“Aren’t you cold?” You ask.
“Mm, a little. I’ve got you to warm me up though, don’t I?” She shuffles herself into your arms, tangling her legs with yours and burying her face into your neck.
“That you do.” You mumble, wrapping your arms around her as you pull the edge of the blanket over yourselves and close your eyes.
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itchytitss · 1 month ago
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Thinking about taking care of scars and kissing with Shadowheart
It kills you to see Shadowheart struggling with the pain on her hand almost every day, waking up at night wincing, tossing and turning and sometimes and crying softly due to the pain and the constant reminders of her stressful past that it brings.
When the scar on her hand aches, you take her hand in yours and gently trace over the aching wound with your fingers. Softly and slowly rubbing soothing sensations into her traumatised skin. You know you can’t take the pain away from her, but gods do you try your absolute hardest to make her feel better and to let her know that you’re there.
You try to distract her with kisses. Because who doesn’t like kisses?
You take her scarred hand in yours and slowly bring it to your lips, your eyes locked with hers as you bend down to press a delicate kiss to the scar. She giggles at the soft and loyal gesture. Sometimes you close your eyes and let your lips linger there for as long as she’d allow, pressing final kisses up her arm as she tries to shoo you away with a chuckle and a roll of her eyes.
It took her longer than she’d like to admit to realise that when you would kiss her cheek, you were actually just kissing over her facial scar. Of course you can’t just neglect the rest of her face after that, so you pin her down while pecking sweet kisses all over her face. She can feel your smile against her skin as you loudly smack kisses all over her face with exaggerated mwahs! Only stopping once she’s a giggling, squirming mess under you.
In return, I imagine she’d treat your scars just like she treats the rest of your body. Sacred. A gorgeous, warm and soft gift to adore. You never thought about the hidden beauty of your scars until you met Shadowheart. You marvel at how easily she fell in love with your body, worshiping every inch like it’s second nature to her.
Shadowheart traces her dainty but strong fingers over your marks, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever she touches. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear and chuckling at how you shiver in pleasure.
While you cuddle, she absentmindedly rubs her thumbs over the scars. Humming along in acknowledgment while she listens to your various stories about how you got them. If you don’t want to tell her just yet, that’s okay. She won’t push. Though she’s curious, she respects your privacy as much as you respect hers.
Shadowheart kisses over them all, keeping eye contact as she moves over your soft, gorgeous body, starting from your legs and slowly making her way up to your forehead, making sure to pay attention to every inch of you.
“Your scars—“ She says in between kisses “—do not make you— any less beautiful.” She tucks your hair behind your ear as she finally presses a hot kiss to your lips.
If you have newer scars, Shadowheart will look after them with a detailed and thorough multi step routine. Being a cleric, she obviously knows how to tend to new wounds and deeply believes in keeping a good skin care routine. After all, the skin is the largest and one of the most important organs of the human body. She can’t have the person she loves be so neglectful to their own health.
Every day Shadowheart applies sunblock to your scars and bare skin, even if you try to shoo her away. She rubs nice smelling oils on your scars that she said helps the healing process. You’re not sure what it is or what it does specifically, but you can’t deny Shadowheart when she so desperately wants to take care of you.
She’ll never tell you, but you’re the first person she’s ever shared her routine with. Now every time she’s buying or mixing some new skin products, she always makes sure to get some extra just for you. She even makes sure to get the ones with your favourite smells💜
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itchytitss · 2 months ago
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Let’s be two silly clown girls and smudge our makeup togetherđŸ€ĄđŸ‘©â€â€ïžâ€đŸ’‹â€đŸ‘©
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itchytitss · 2 months ago
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Some amazing screenshots of Shart in the Ilithid pod
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itchytitss · 2 months ago
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Possibly my favourite screenshot of Shadowheart I have ever taken
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itchytitss · 2 months ago
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My half-elven Tav and her beautiful gf💜
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itchytitss · 2 months ago
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Hi!
I’m Australian and my pronouns are she/her
This is my gayass side blog where I can be my true lesbian selfđŸ„°đŸ’–đŸŽ€đŸ‘©â€â€ïžâ€đŸ’‹â€đŸ‘©
Fics are in the works! I have written for/will write for the ladies from Baldur’s Gate 3, The Last of Us 2, Arcane and Resident Evil.
I don’t expect to be a super active poster, but I will post wlw fics/drabbles when I feel like it :)
I have another side blog where I write hetero fics for another fandom. It’s fun but the fantasies aren’t what I want personally. Especially as a lesbian. So here is were I’ll post my wlw fanfics that I base on my personal wants😈
(Disclaimer: I use the label lesbian for simplicity and lack of confusion, but I really prefer queer. I don’t 100% know what I am. Labels are difficult for me, but if I have to choose I would say I identify as lesbian because it fits better)
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