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loohser · 25 days ago

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♡ perv!roommate! jinx x fem! reader

synopsis: shimmer & scissoring

a/n: something short i wrote cus i have jinx brainrot …

warnings: HEAVY THEMES ! PROCEED WITH CAUTION — wildly gross and insane jinx, somnophilia, manipulation, drug use (shimmer), aggression, r! gets pinned down, coercion, sweet talking, dubious consent to mild consent (?), dry humping, scissoring, squirting, pet names, dirty talk, do NOT become this mfs roommate, not proofread, licking of tears lol, dacraphylia, crying, begging, and lots more so TAKE THESE WARNINGS SERIOUSLY !!!!!!!

wc: 2k

Fragments of words fill your mind, broken up by wanton moans and breaths. Even in the midst of a dream, you can tell your peace is being disturbed.

Your emotions are reflected by your furrowing brows, your real body having a more physical reaction to the sudden sounds. You desperately try to cling to your unconscious mind but you are ripped away from your slumber as a particularly loud moan startles you awake.

Your heart hammers against your chest as you feel heavy pressure against your torso— as if someone were on top of you. The fear floods your body and in an instant, you are squirming and pleading for your life.

“Please, please, get off!” you cry in a shrill voice, your eyes unable to make out who the perpetrator is due to how dark it is inside your room. You were just about to scream as loud as you could, but a cold hand clamps over your mouth before you even get the chance.

Your cries are muffled and you’re finally able to see two magenta glowing eyes, a madness swirling within them that you instantly recognize.

Thank god, you think to yourself. It’s just Jinx, you continue in your mind, relaxing slightly at the realization that it was simply your roommate. She had snuck into your room plenty of times in the middle of the night, claiming that she couldn’t sleep without you, which was a stupid excuse but you could never say no to her.

But just as you convince yourself that you aren’t in any danger, you realize that there’s pressure on your wrists. She’s making it impossible for you to move and before you can begin to fight back, you feel it.

The rapid, incessant movement of her hips against your own. You can feel how wet she is even though both of you still have panties on, the damp patch soaking into your own underwear with each movement. With every firm movement she makes, you can hear pleased high pitched moans falling from her lips.

“You should’ve just— fuck… nonono, this is wrong, you should’ve stayed asleep” she whimpers, her voice somewhere between excitement and anger. You were messing up her whole plan, as she couldn’t focus on rutting against you like a bitch in heat when you were actively trying to fight her off.

You’re confused and beyond scared, as Jinx had never shown this side of herself. Even with her shimmer addiction, she had always made sure that you were safe from her. It was obvious things had changed, as you now lay beneath her completely at her mercy.

Out of sheer panic, you bite her hand that has been keeping your mouth covered, eliciting a displeased curse from her before she yanks her hand away from your face. Her hips had finally stopped rolling against yours but now that both her hands were available, she pins your wrists down with swift ease.

You have never doubted Jinx’s strength but the shimmer seems to make her every move appear effortless. It’s all too overwhelming, your half asleep mind left reeling as you try to process the situation at hand.

“Don’t fucking try that again” she spits, uncaring of your pained whimpers as she digs her nails into the soft skin of your wrist. You can feel the anger radiating off of her in waves, her brows furrowing with frustration since she had her orgasm ruined.

But when she stares down at you and sees your eyes wide and doe like with tears streaming down your cheeks, she feels a slight pang in her heart that appeals to her better nature.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry, toots” she coos, her knee pinning your legs down so that you could barely squirm underneath her. “I’ve just been missing your pretty little face so much” she coos, thankful for the nightlight that was on your nightstand because it allowed her to take in your distraught features.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, you know I’d never ever do that” she continues on, her hips still twitching in the slightest from the loss of contact. “You know that, right?” she questions, her tone growing more agitated due to your silence.

You’re frustrated with her beyond words, as she refused to let you move a single inch without her permission. So you shake your head in retaliation, unsure of what your response is supposed to mean, as you’re simply doing it to get under her skin.

Jinx scoffs at your defiant attitude, her face mere inches from yours as she begins to speak. “No? No, what? You don’t even know, do you? Stupid fucking girl” she seethes, tired of playing the waiting game with you.

She had never been patient, and it shows now more than ever as she slots herself back between your legs so her panty clad brushes against your own in the slightest. The sudden touch pulls a hesitant moan from your lips, but you make a vain attempt to close your thighs.

It’s useless really, as you are no match for Jinx when she has her mind set on something. “I’m not stupid, n’ you’re being gross!” you accuse in a sleepy tone. You had grown accustomed to how odd Jinx was for the most part, which is why you made a conscious effort to avoid her most times. Even if she was sweet to you, it was moments like this that showed what she was truly capable of.

“Gross? You think me trying to show you affection is gross?” she asks in a faux wounded tone, her grip on your wrists loosening until it’s completely gone. Even if you know she is faking her pain, it leaves you heartbroken to hear the slight crack in her voice.

When she pulls away her touch from you, you feel as if she is giving up on you and that is simply unbearable. “Not gross… just—“ you begin, unsure of how to even finish your statement because your mind is screaming at you to find something to relieve the ache between your thighs.

“You just scared me, m’ sorry” you whisper, all the fear and sorrow crashing into you at once. You’re in tears beneath her, no longer fighting back or making any effort to move out from underneath her.

The sight of you sobbing, in such distress at the loss of her touch only adds to the ecstasy Jinx is experiencing. “I know you’re sorry, I know. I bet you missed me while you were busy avoiding me these last few months, hm? Were you thinking about me, baby?” she coos, placing her hand on your hips and rubbing them in slow circles as if they were magic 8-balls that held all the answers Jinx was seeking out.

You can barely nod your head in your fit of tears but she doesn’t seem to mind at all, her clit pulsing with excitement just from seeing you so broken down and willing. “I knew you didn’t mean to break my heart like that” she sighs, her fingers swiftly moving upwards to trace the lace of your panties.

The only thing that seems to snap you out of your daze is when you feel Jinx repositioning you so that she can slip off your panties. You instinctively tug them back up, only for a sharp smack to sound through the room as Jinx slaps you without a second thought.

“Do that again and I’ll fucking knock you out, got it? If you’re so desperate to say sorry, you’ll let me use this little cunt to get myself off” she threatens, knowing you’ll likely have a painful bruise blossoming onto your skin within a few hours.

The hit leaves you dizzy, your cheek tingling from the sharp connection of skin. But it leaves you with a floaty feeling, a strange calmness falling over you as you watch her pull her own underwear down her thighs.

“M’ sorry” you babble, your words slurring in the slightest as a comfortable daze makes everything around you feel as if it were perfect. Jinx couldn’t care less about your admission, far too focused on the way you were finally being pliant for her.

“All that crying, n’ for what?! Look at how wet you are for me, filthy little thing” she states playfully, a manic grin spreading onto her lips before she finally lets her pussy glide against your own.

It’s as if she’s riding you, sloppy bounces mixed with relentless grinding as she tries to keep her clit pressed against yours. “Fuuuuuck, s’ even better when you’re awake” she giggles with pure excitement as she watches your features twist with pleasure.

You can’t help but move her hips against her, your own frantic movements seeming to heighten the pleasure for both of you. “Can’t believe you made me hit you, you’re so mean” she chastises, wanting to remind you of your sins against her just because she can’t get enough of your tears.

The accusation makes you hiccup, fresh tears welling in your eyes before they begin to stream down your skin once more, akin to a raging river. “I didn’t mean it, I was just… I just love you” you plead in a fucked out voice, broken up moans tumbling from your lips as you feel Jinx’s sloppy pussy rubbing against your own, disgusting squelching sounding throughout the room.

Your half asleep confession of love sends her into a fit of pleased giggles, her relentless grinding never once ceasing as she chases her own pleasure. “Awh, yeah? You love your roommate so much that you’d let her do anything huh?” she asks, her laughs doubling as you frantically nod your head.

In the midst of her joy, she leans down ever so carefully to messily lap at your tears with her pink tongue. It starts with little kitten licks before she flattens her tongue, licking your salty tears away greedily. She is completely out of it, a maniac on the loose and you’re her cherished victim.

She’s unsure if it’s the taste of your tears or the way she can feel your little hole clenching against her, but she is cumming with little to no warning. “Gonna fuckin’ cum on your cunt” she grunts, crashing her lips into yours only to begin seeking out your tongue instantly.

Jinx could feel your inexperience through the kiss but it only turns her on more, her own tongue sucking on yours as she finally gets the orgasm she has been seeking out all night.

Your moans are completely muffled as she ruts against you, a dripping warmth splashing between the two of you as she squirts against your pussy. It’s beyond messy, the realization that you had brought her this much pleasure seeming to push you over the edge.

You finish with her, trembling beneath her strong hands as you weakly moan her name. It’s a form of pleasure that leaves you feeling guilty, yet completely satisfied. There was no reason to take pleasure in being used and abused, yet you can’t stop a small grin from creeping onto your lips as you look up at her.

She’s panting, her glowing eyes dimming a bit as her high starts to fade out a bit. She glances down to see where the two of you are connected, a lazy smile on her lips as she leans down to give you a quick kiss.

“See how easy it is to be good for me?” she whispers, her voice still laced with anxious excitement. You only nod timidly in response, exhaustion consuming your body. Strings of arousal connect your cunt to her own as she pulls away, though neither of you seem to mind as she collapses beside you.

Jinx throws her arm over your waist and nuzzles her nose against your neck, inhaling your warm scent. “Don’t ever try to avoid me again, or I’ll make you sorry” she whispers, her voice so sweet that you almost don’t catch the lingering threat.

But you heed her warning this time, as you have learned that she is more than willing to push your limits. You can only pray that her punishments feel this good every single time.

#jinx

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loohser · 26 days ago

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to ask: sevika/vi/caitlyn comes home after a long work trip and realizes reader hasn’t been eating the whole time she was gone (i included all three in one ask, so i wouldn’t have to send it 3 times)

♡♥︎You need to eat-♥︎♡

♥︎ Sevika ♥︎

Sevika had been gone for too long. You’d counted every day, every hour, watching the clock as if that would make time move faster. Silco had sent her on some important mission, something that required her to be away for over a week, and as much as you understood, you still hated it.

Your apartment felt emptier without her. Too quiet. Too cold. Nights stretched on endlessly, and mornings dragged, lacking the usual weight of her arm slung around your waist or the rasp of her voice telling you to stay in bed a little longer.

You tried to keep yourself busy, really. You told yourself you’d eat properly, that you’d keep up with things the way Sevika would want you to. But as the days passed, the effort to do anything started feeling pointless. Meals felt like a chore. Cooking for one felt stupid when the chair across from you sat empty. Eventually, the hunger stopped bothering you altogether.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last ate.

Not that it mattered.

At least, not until the door swung open late that night, creaking on its hinges, followed by heavy boots stepping inside.

The moment you saw her, it was like the weight of the world lifted off your shoulders.

“Sev.”

She barely had time to shut the door before you were stumbling into her arms, fingers gripping the worn fabric of her coat. The familiar scent of smoke, metal, and something so distinctly her hit you all at once.

Sevika let out a low chuckle, deep and fond, wrapping her arms around you with just as much force. “Miss me, huh?”

“Obviously,” you mumbled into her chest, pressing in closer, as if she might disappear again if you let go.

Her cybernetic hand came up to stroke your back, the cold metal a contrast to the warmth of her other hand as it settled at the nape of your neck. “Missed you too, baby.”

She was home. She was safe.

Everything should have been fine.

And it would have been—if not for the way Sevika’s fingers suddenly tensed against your skin.

Her hand traveled down, sliding over your waist, lingering a little too long.

Then she pulled back. Not far, just enough to get a proper look at you. Her brows furrowed. “What the hell?”

You blinked. “What?”

Sevika’s eyes dragged over you, concern bleeding into frustration. “You’ve lost weight.”

Your stomach twisted. “It’s not—”

“Don’t bullshit me.” Her voice dropped, rough and firm, but not angry. Just worried.

You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very small under her gaze. “I just… I wasn’t hungry.”

The muscle in her jaw ticked. “For a week?”

“Sevika—”

“Don’t Sevika me,” she snapped, exhaling sharply through her nose. Her hands gripped your hips—gently but with purpose—as if confirming what she already knew. “Why the fuck weren’t you eating?”

Guilt burned in your chest. “I just… I didn’t feel like it.”

Sevika’s expression darkened. “That’s not an excuse.”

You knew that. You knew.

But when she was gone, it was too easy to slip into that headspace. Too easy to fall into the routine of not eating, of not taking care of yourself, of pretending it didn’t matter.

But Sevika always noticed.

Always.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “C’mere.”

You barely had time to react before she was lifting you into her arms, carrying you toward the kitchen.

“Sevika—”

“Sit.” She set you down onto the counter, standing between your legs as she reached for whatever the hell was left in your fridge.

You groaned. “You don’t have to—”

“Shut up.”

You pouted, but the sharp look she shot over her shoulder shut you up real quick.

She was pissed.

Not at you, but at the situation. At the fact that you let yourself go like this.

You watched as she grabbed what little food you had and started putting something together. It wasn’t much—just some bread, cheese, and whatever else she could find—but it didn’t matter. The fact that she was here, taking care of you the way she always did, was enough.

The tension in your chest loosened.

You let yourself lean against the cabinets, watching her work, feeling a little lighter with every passing second.

When she turned back, plate in hand, she didn’t say anything—just gave you that look. The one that meant eat.

You sighed but took the food. The first few bites were hard to get down, but with Sevika standing there, arms crossed, watching you like a damn hawk, you didn’t have much of a choice.

Her expression softened just slightly as you ate. “Good girl.”

Heat crawled up your neck. “Sevika—”

“Don’t start,” she muttered, stepping between your legs again. She reached up, brushing her fingers along your jaw, thumb tracing your cheek. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Guilt twisted in your gut again. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.” Her forehead pressed against yours, sighing deeply. “But you gotta stop doing this shit.”

You bit your lip. “I’ll try.”

“Not good enough.” Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her. “You will eat, even when I’m not here. Understand?”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay.”

Sevika didn’t look convinced. “I mean it, baby. If I have to come home to this shit again, I swear—*”

“You’ll what?” you challenged, smirking despite yourself. “Punish me?”

Her eyes darkened. “Don’t test me.”

Your breath hitched. “Maybe I should.”

Sevika groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

You grinned. “But you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She tugged you forward, her lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss. “Now, finish eating. Then we’re going to bed.”

“Together?”

“Obviously.”

You sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception then.”

Sevika chuckled, shaking her head. “Damn right you can.”

Because at the end of the day, it was always her.

And she would always take care of you.

♥︎ Vi ♥︎

The apartment felt suffocatingly empty without her.

Vi had been gone for a little over a week—something about a job, something important. You knew she didn’t want to leave, but when Caitlyn came knocking with an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, she promised you it would be quick.

You told yourself you’d be fine.

That you’d keep up with things.

That you’d eat properly and sleep at a normal time.

But as the days dragged on, motivation slipped through your fingers like sand. Eating felt pointless when you weren’t hungry. Cooking felt useless when you’d be eating alone.

So you just… stopped.

At first, the hunger came in waves, but eventually, it faded into nothing. You barely noticed anymore.

It wasn’t like you meant to neglect yourself. It just sort of happened.

And you could have kept ignoring it, could have kept pretending it wasn’t a big deal—until the front door swung open, and Vi stepped inside.

She looked exhausted.

Her short pink hair was messy, her usual confident stance weighed down by the exhaustion of travel. But despite all of that, the moment her eyes landed on you, something in her softened.

“There’s my girl.”

Her voice was warm, fond, as she shut the door behind her and dropped her bag.

You barely had time to react before she was crossing the room in long, eager strides, her arms wrapping around you with a force that nearly knocked the breath out of you.

You melted into her instantly, gripping onto her jacket like she might slip away again.

“Missed me, huh?” she teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You didn’t even try to deny it. “So much.”

Her arms tightened around you. “Missed you too, babe.”

Everything felt right again. Safe. Warm. Whole.

At least, until Vi pulled back with a soft frown.

Her brows furrowed, grey-blue eyes scanning over you in an instant. Her hands moved to your waist, fingers pressing in just slightly.

Her frown deepened. “Babe.”

You swallowed. “What?”

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. As she stated flatly. “You’ve lost your handles.”

You stiffened. “Vi—”

“Don’t.” Her voice was suddenly sharper, more serious, her grip on your waist grounding. “You haven’t been eating, have you?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

That was all the confirmation she needed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she muttered, pulling away completely. Her hands ran through her hair in frustration. “Babe, what the hell—?”

You shifted uncomfortably, crossing your arms. “I just wasn’t hungry.”

“That’s not an excuse,” she shot back, voice tight. “Not eating isn’t an option.”

Guilt twisted in your stomach. “I know, I just—” You sighed, running a hand over your face. “It’s not a big deal, Vi.”

Wrong thing to say.

Vi’s jaw clenched. “Not a big deal? Are you hearing yourself right now?”

You flinched slightly at the sharpness of her tone.

She exhaled, trying to steady herself. “Babe, you—” She dragged a hand down her face, stepping closer again, this time softer. “You can’t do this. You can’t just not eat.”

You swallowed, suddenly unable to meet her gaze. “I was fine.”

“You weren’t.” Vi’s fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at her. Her expression was no longer just frustration—it was worry. “You think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t feel it?” Her hands found your waist again, this time slow, almost hesitant. “I can feel it, babe. You’re smaller. Lighter. That’s not okay.”

Your throat tightened. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t.” Her forehead pressed against yours, voice dropping to something softer, more vulnerable. “But that doesn’t make it any less scary.”

You swallowed hard, guilt creeping in all over again. “I’m sorry.”

Vi sighed deeply, her hands moving to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Don’t be sorry, babe. Just—just promise me you won’t do this again, okay?”

Your stomach twisted. “I don’t know if I can promise that.”

Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t mean to do it in the first place.”

Vi stared at you for a long moment before exhaling sharply. “Then promise me you’ll try.”

You hesitated.

“Babe.” Her hands squeezed yours. “Please.”

You swallowed again, then nodded. “Okay.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly. “Okay.”

Then, suddenly, she was lifting you up into her arms, carrying you toward the kitchen.

“Vi—!”

“Nope.” She set you down on the counter, hands firm on your thighs. “You’re eating. Now.”

You groaned, head tilting back. “Vi, I just said I’d try—”

“And you can start now.” She shot you a look that dared you to argue. “Don’t make me force-feed you, babe. ‘Cause I will.”

You pouted. “You’re so bossy.”

“And you love it.” She smirked, but there was warmth in her eyes as she moved to grab whatever food she could find.

You watched as she pulled out some leftovers, reheating them while occasionally glancing at you to make sure you weren’t sneaking away.

Once the food was ready, she set the plate in front of you, crossing her arms expectantly. “Eat.”

You sighed dramatically but picked up the fork anyway. “Happy?”

“I will be once you finish the whole thing.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, taking small bites as Vi leaned against the counter, watching you like a hawk.

Once you were halfway through, she finally relaxed. “Good girl.”

Heat crept up your neck. “Vi—”

“What? It’s true.” She grinned, stepping between your legs and resting her hands on your thighs. “My girl listens.”

You groaned, nudging her with your foot. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

Your face burned. “Vi.”

“What? Can’t I kiss my girl?”

You grumbled something under your breath, making her chuckle.

After a few more minutes, you finished your plate, and Vi immediately grabbed it to put it in the sink.

Then, without warning, she scooped you into her arms again.

“Vi—!”

“Bed.” She cut you off, carrying you toward the bedroom. “You’re eating, you’re sleeping—no arguments.”

You sighed, resting your head against her shoulder. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you’re still in love with me.” She smirked, setting you down onto the bed before crawling in beside you.

You huffed but curled into her warmth anyway. “Shut up.”

Vi chuckled, pulling you closer. “Love you too, babe.”

And for the first time in a week, you felt okay again.

Because Vi was home.

♥︎ Caitlyn ♥︎

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

Caitlyn had grown used to the silence over the past week, but stepping inside after so long, she realized how wrong it felt.

Normally, when she came home after a long shift—or in this case, a week-long mission—you were there to greet her. Not always with enthusiasm (especially if she woke you up), but at the very least, you’d pop your head out from wherever you were, give her a sleepy smile, and mumble something about missing her.

Tonight, though, there was nothing.

No lights on. No sound of the radio playing softly in the background. No smell of dinner cooking.

Just… stillness.

A pit formed in her stomach.

She set her bags down and moved quietly through the apartment, scanning each room for you. It was late, so you were probably in bed, but something about the eerie stillness made her uneasy.

Then, finally, she found you.

Curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep.

Caitlyn exhaled softly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

There you were. Safe.

But something still felt off.

She moved closer, kneeling beside the couch and brushing her fingers gently against your cheek. “Love?” she whispered.

You stirred, shifting slightly under the blanket, eyes fluttering open at the sound of her voice.

For a second, confusion flickered across your face—then realization hit.

“Cait?” Your voice was thick with sleep, but the way you reached for her instantly made her heart clench. “You’re back…”

“I’m back,” she murmured, letting you pull her down until your forehead pressed against hers. “I missed you.”

“Mm… missed you too,” you sighed, voice barely above a whisper.

Caitlyn smiled softly, letting the moment linger. But then her hands—gentle and careful—moved down, tracing over your arm, your shoulder, your waist… and that’s when she noticed it.

A frown tugged at her lips. “Darling…”

You hummed in response, eyes still half-lidded.

“Have you been eating?”

The question made you stiffen slightly. It was subtle, but Caitlyn noticed.

You hesitated. “Of course I have.”

Lying to an Enforcer was never a good idea.

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes, fingers pressing a little firmer against your waist. You felt… smaller.

“Try again,” she said, her voice still gentle, but now laced with concern.

You swallowed hard, looking away. “I just… forgot sometimes.”

Caitlyn exhaled sharply, sitting back on her heels. “For a week?”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you muttered.

“That doesn’t make it any better,” she countered, shaking her head. “Darling, this isn’t just forgetting. This is neglect.”

You winced at the word. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” she sighed, softer this time. “But you promised me, remember?”

Your stomach twisted.

Before leaving, Caitlyn had made you promise—explicitly—that you would take care of yourself. That you would eat properly, sleep at a reasonable time, and not let her absence throw you off.

And yet, here you were.

You chewed your lip, avoiding her gaze. “I tried.”

“Not hard enough,” she murmured, reaching for your hands and squeezing them gently.

You let out a shaky breath. “I just… didn’t feel hungry. And then it got easier to ignore it.”

Caitlyn closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to push down the worry threatening to overwhelm her.

Then, without another word, she stood up.

You blinked. “Where are you—”

“Kitchen,” she said firmly. “You’re eating. Now.”

You groaned, dragging the blanket over your face. “Cait—”

“Don’t Cait me,” she called over her shoulder. “You have no say in this.”

You heard her moving around the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing, water running, and eventually, something sizzling on the stove.

You sighed, knowing there was no use arguing.

Minutes later, Caitlyn returned, a plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She set them down on the coffee table and sat beside you, giving you a pointed look. “Eat.”

You stared at the food. Your stomach twisted—not from hunger, but from the sudden awareness that you should be hungry but weren’t.

Caitlyn must have noticed your hesitation, because she sighed and scooted closer, picking up a piece of food with her fingers. “Here,” she murmured, holding it up to your lips.

Your face burned. “Cait—”

“Humor me,” she said softly. “Please?”

You hesitated for a moment longer before finally leaning in and taking the bite.

Caitlyn’s shoulders relaxed just slightly.

“Good,” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

She continued feeding you small bites, patient but firm, watching you with those sharp blue eyes—softened only by the overwhelming concern she tried so hard to hide.

Halfway through the meal, you finally sighed. “I really didn’t mean to worry you.”

Caitlyn’s fingers lingered against your jaw. “I know,” she said quietly. “But you did. And I don’t like coming home to find you like this.”

Guilt settled deep in your chest. “I’m sorry.”

Caitlyn exhaled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Just… don’t let it happen again, alright?”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’ll try.”

“Not good enough,” she murmured, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at her. “Promise me.”

You met her gaze, seeing the worry, the love, the fear hidden beneath her composed exterior.

And for her—for the woman who had always taken care of you—you nodded. “I promise.”

Caitlyn studied you for a moment longer before sighing in relief, finally letting the tension leave her body.

Then, without another word, she pulled you into her arms, holding you close.

“If I have to leave again,” she murmured, “I’ll have someone check on you. Maybe even stay with you.”

You groaned. “Cait—”

“No arguments,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Now finish eating.”

You pouted but complied, letting her hold you as you ate.

And for the first time in a week, you felt whole again.

#fav #sevika

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