#Lilette?

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Whispering

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, sickfic, fluff, mentions of vomiting

“I’ll be right beside you, holding your hand.”

You were currently in the middle of an eight-hour shift. Sometimes, you’d be bored out of your mind because no customers come in at all, other times it’s so busy you had no time to catch your breath. All in one shift. Thanks to a lack in manpower lately, you’ve been working several consecutive shifts per week for the last few weeks.

Saying you were exhausted was an understatement. However, you didn’t want to just be home all day. You could never sit still if you were home just doing nothing. At least you could earn some income while at work. At home you were just��resting. When you could’ve been productive. You were at shift four out of five for the week. And even though the job didn’t require a lot out of you, it was a heck of a lot of dealing with people. Having a customer service job at this (dying) cinema had its perks. But five days a week times 7 to 8 hours? Once you got home your whole body ached and you just felt like crying because you were not an extrovert. Why this job? This was the only place that got back to you out of the countless others you applied to.

Waiting for the time to go by was like torture. It feels like you’ve been stuck in an endless loop, living the same day over and over again. Little things were starting to set you off, you were growing irritated very easily and you had to physically stop yourself from ‘giving attitude’ to a customer.

“y/n! The iPad’s been going off for so long— do you not hear it?! Accept the order and make it!” Your co-worker yelled from the little break area in the back. You snap out of your daze, doing as she told you to, on autopilot. You were even thinking. You just went up to the iPad, hit the ‘accept’ button and made the snacks then brought it to the outside of a hall to meet with the customer.

Then, silence. You stood in the concession stand/box office, back leaning against the countertop staring at your shoes. A few seconds later, abrupt laughter from the same coworker startled you. Your heart began to race momentarily, so you took deep breaths. Which…turned into a sigh, honestly.

The staff door slams, jolting you as your head snapped towards the direction. Coworker number two has returned from their lunch break. Well, extra break. They went to smoke outside.

“Can I go for my lunch break? I get off at five and I usually don’t go this late.”

“We have a lot of patrons coming in for the next show. Go after that.”

You inhaled sharply, biting the inside of your cheek, “Right. Gotcha.”

You made it through that showing, then was finally on your lunch break. What made you lose it was dropping one of your gummy bears on the floor. You literally started weeping as you sat at the table. Then your phone rang, which you answered without checking.

“What?” You sniffled.

“Are you okay?”

Shit. It was Lilette. You thought it was your mom calling to talk to you about something absolutely redundant. Lilette doesn’t call you while you were at work, ever. She knew you couldn’t be using your phone at work other than during break times.

“…no.”

“What happened, baby?” She asked.

“I’m just tired.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you sniffled. “It’s been too much. I feel myself wanting to regress but I can’t— Lil, I can’t be doing this.”

“I can come get you.” She offered softly, “Do you want me to?”

“No— no, I— I’m not allowed to just leave like that. I have two and a half hours left.”

Lilette sighs quietly, “Will you let me know if you need anything at all? Stay online with me, alright? Text me whenever you can, we don’t have to stay on call.”

“Kay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You confirmed feebly.

“Okay, baby.” Lilette said before you hung up and finished your lunch then went back to work. Like you’d promised her, you chatted with her via text as often as you could while you worked. It was honestly a way for her to figure out how you were doing without directly asking you. She knows from the way you text how regressed you are.

You knew she was worried about you, but there really was no stopping her from doing that. You’d be telling her that you were okay but Lilette could see right through you all the time. After clocking out, you grabbed your bag and just sped out the door before anyone could stop you. You didn’t even take off your name tag. You were simply focused on getting the hell out of there.

“Hey.” A familiar face causes you to stop in your tracks.

“Lilette?” You squinted at her. “Why—”

“Wanted to pick you up.” She leads you to her car. You sat in front with her, like usual. She buckled your seatbelt before you could and then got into the driver’s seat and promptly started driving— to her apartment. She knew after all, she knew you wouldn’t be able to get any rest at your own home since you still lived with your family. They always wanted you to do something, so Lilette took you to her apartment instead. Plus, they didn’t know where she lived so they could never locate you.

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“Baby— your name tag. Take that off first.” She reminded you, your grip on the hem of your shirt loosens and you removed the pin from your shirt. While you did that, Lilette got a change of clothes ready for you. Took her a moment to consider, but she quickly decided on a comfy pyjama set. You followed her instructions without saying a single word. Lilette watched you closely as you carried out the task, her worry for you was immense. Her knowing exactly why you were in such bad overall condition was because you have been seriously overworking yourself.

You plop onto her bed, sitting with your legs on the side and looking up at her. You pout your lips, doing grabby hands to get her attention. Not that you needed to because she was watching you very closely. It was almost instantaneous, that switch flipping in your mind—metaphorically.

“I got you, mamita.” Lilette swiftly sat next to you and wrapped her arms around you. “I got you. It’s okay, you can rest now, baby. D’you wanna lay down?”

You shook your head, burying your head in her chest, tears just falling from your eyes with no pause. “Don’t feel good.” You hiccuped, struggling to even get those words out in the first place. She shifted herself so she wasn’t sitting on the side of her bed, then urged you to move up too. You did that, then you were swiftly attaching yourself to her side once again. “You don’t feel good?” She asked, running her fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp. You nodded, one hand clutching at the fabric of her shirt.

“Is it your head? Or your tummy?”

“My head.” You could barely talk, your voice was shaky and you were trying your hardest not to cry. The motions of her fingers on your head proven themselves to be helpful are several minutes, because she saw that you had nodded off. So she tried to remove herself from the spot beside you and go grab you your meds from the kitchen just to have them on standby for when you woke up. You got startled awake though. Then you were crying once again, so she got shocked and rushed back to your side. “Honey, what’s the matter? Hey, I’m right here, alright? I’m gonna stay right here, I promise.”

Yep, she wasn’t going anywhere now.

“Baby, stop pulling your ears—” She says, but you were wailing. So she stopped talking, hands holding onto your wrists.

You were completely incoherent even when trying to tell her something. Eventually after a full minute of full tears and snot, you went ‘ow’. Lilette sat up straighter, hands now off your wrists.

Gently cupping your face in her hands, she swipes your tears away with her thumb. “Hey.” She shushed you softly, “Hey, baby, look at me.”

While blinking profusely, your eyes slowly looked up into hers. “Your ears hurt?” She asks, pointing to her own to make it clear to you.

You nodded, sniffling. She wipes your nose clean with a tissue before asking, “Can I take a look, mamita?”

You nodded again, lips still quivering. She was being very careful not to pull on your ear to hurt you even more. “Can you close your eyes for me one sec, baby?” She requested. Once your eyes were closed, Amber took a peek into your ears with the help of the flash on her phone to see if there was any visible redness. She couldn’t see any of that so she figured it must’ve been an inner ear thing.

“Baby, you have to see a doctor.”

Oh boy, you heard that last word and begged her not to take you.

“You’re not feeling well, baby. We need to make sure that owie goes away.” She strokes your cheek, “I want you to feel better.”

“…’m scared.” You revealed timidly, choking on a sob.

“I’ll be right beside you, holding your hand.” She whispered, “I promise.”

You agreed, so she immediately took you back to her car after making sure you had your ID with you for registration. Oh, and your favourite plushie(that she definitely had to wash later). But her priority was making sure you got checked out and had the medication to improve your ailment. “Here, baby.”

“Thank you.” You told her in a quiet voice.

Rubbing your back, her hand stayed there as she led you to her car. “Alright, we’ll be back home before you know it.” She very cautiously shut the doors because she noticed that louder sounds and noises hurt your ears right now. Thankfully, you managed to doze off on the twenty-minute car ride to the nearest clinic so it went by without a hitch.

Hugging onto your purple tie-dye stuffed frog tightly, she held onto your hand after locking her car doors and walking with you towards the clinic. You were wearing a flannel of hers that she’d left in her car since you were cold— the infection had you running a fever. As if it wasn’t already going to be a heck of a few days, maybe even a week. Lilette signed you in and told the front desk what was bothering you when they asked. They told you both to go sit down and wait. From the second you walked in, you’ve been staring at the ground. Only accidentally making eye contact with the nice lady at the front desk. She smiled at you.

You two wound up waiting for nearly half an hour before you were called in. As promised, Lilette hasn’t let go of your hand once.

Lilette knocks on the wooden door, only opening it when she hears a ‘come in’. “Hi there. They said you were having an ear infection?” The doctor asked immediately. While looking at you. You obviously were not going to be answering that. You never talked to strangers when regressed because you didn’t want to, or just didn’t feel familiar and comfortable enough with them. “She does.”

The doctor quirked a brow, gesturing for you to sit down on the examination bench. You don’t budge, then of course Lilette told you to before you went ahead. “That’s…an interesting thing to have here, isn’t it?” The doctor looked at your stuffed frog, “How old are you— 22. Oh.” He scoffed.

Lilette squinted, “Excuse me?”

“Yeah?” The doctor glances at Lilette as he reached for the otoscope.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That comment you just—” Lilette bit back her words, pulling the curtain by the bench to shield your eyes from that anger bubbling up within her. She didn’t want you to see that. “Your job is to make sure a patient gets the help they need. No matter who they are and how they’re like. Who is she harming by bringing a stuffed animal into this doctor’s office? It’s an intense, scary place to be in. You don’t have her medical history and anything else related, you have not a clue what she’s been through. So just focus on what’s being presented to you that’s actually a problem you can and are supposed to help with. Do your job, care for your patients, not make fun of them and make them feel bad when clearly it’s the last thing they need.”

The doctor was silent. Lilette opened the curtain slightly, “Baby, could I borrow Ellie for a sec?”

“I’m sorry.” The doctor answered flatly.

You furrowed your brows together in thought, but handed it over. Lilette pulls the curtain open more. “Are you sorry? No, are you afraid of this harmless thing being in your space?” Lilette held it up, scoffing, her eyes nearly rolling in annoyance. “Take a good look at it, watch.”

The frog flies a short distance and hits him in the face before falling onto the floor. He didn’t react. At all. But his facial expression showed his embarrassment after Lilette’s words. Lilette hands the toy back to you, “Thank you, baby.” You smiled at her, confused. Then he just silently checked your ears then told Lilette the situation. With your hand back in Lilette’s and her brushing her thumb over your knuckles, you braved through it. Soon, he was writing you a prescription then sent you on your way.

Buckling you in the seat, she studies your face. “You good, bubby?”

“Wanna sleep.” You mumbled.

“That’s okay, mamita. Go ahead, hm? We have to pick up your medicine on the way so it will be awhile. I’ll wake you up when we get home.”

You murmured an ‘okay’ then just went to sleep, head resting on the frog’s. Lilette parks in the lot outside the pharmacy, right by the entrance so she could see you. She didn’t want to wake you up because you absolutely needed as much rest as possible. Thankfully, she was in and out of the pharmacy quite quickly.

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You unwillingly got out of your seat and had her lead you back to her room once home. You were so ready to just get back to sleep but she had to get you showered, or at least change into a fresh set of clothes and take the medications. “Mamita, I’m just gonna need you to stay awake for me a few more minutes, please?” Lilette coaxed. “What snack do you want, baby?”

“Wanna sleeeeeep.” You sulked.

“I know, baby.” She bites back a sigh. You needed to have something in your stomach before you took the painkiller and antibiotics— your stomach was sensitive. And the latter tended to be quite harsh on your stomach, too.

“I’ll be back in a minute, okay? Lemme get you some milk.”

You laid down cautiously since the pressure hurt your ears. Also, your beloved stuffed frog was gone from your sight since Lilette left it in the kitchen to wash in the machine. So you settled for a teddy bear instead just to have something to hold onto. You hear her in the kitchen, the fridge door opening and closing. Then footsteps. She’s returned with your sippy cup of milk and the meds. You started to cry again while she convinced you with every way possible to drink them. “y/n. Your owie’s gotta go away otherwise you’re just gonna be not feeling good for a long time. Please? I’ll get you a popsicle when you wake up later?”

You didn’t say anything back, so she didn’t say anything and simply handed you your sippy cup. You were defeated, and honestly? So tired thanks to being sick. Lilette fed you both medications when you had drank half the cup of milk before she let you finish that off. “Ellie’s in the wash, okay? She’ll be all clean and dry tomorrow.”

You only gave her a nod as you handed her your sippy cup, your eyes were closing. Lilette however, sets your cup back down instead of bringing it to the kitchen so she could hold you while you slept. Without you mentioning anything whatsoever, she propped her own pillow under yours so your head was elevated hence taking the pressure off your ears and alleviating the ache. She sighs softly, watching your face. “You’ll be okay.” Lilette says while soothingly patting you to sleep.

Somehow, you were still in tears. It was such a pitiful sight, Lilette herself wanted to cry. Yeah, it was going to take a bit of time before the painkiller kicked in. The constant nagging ache coupled with the occasional sharp stabbing pain in your ears was like a combination from hell. Quite frankly, your whole head felt like it was going to explode and it scared you so you were basically clinging onto Lilette for dear life. “You’ll be okay soon, I promise.” She whispered, her hand continually going up and down your front in a comforting manner. You were now laying on your back, closing your eyes again like she’d asked. It was difficult to fall asleep being so uncomfortable.

“I love you, baby.” She presses a kiss to your cheek.

“…luv you too, mama.” You sulked, she cups your cheek and gave you another kiss.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, sweetie.” Lilette’s thumb still stroked your cheek. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right beside you, holding your hand.” She intertwined her fingers with yours and squeezed your hand, “Okay?”

“…‘Kay.” You mumbled, finally giving into the exhaustion. You fell asleep in seconds. But much to her shock, you woke up two hours in all flustered. Shit, the nausea you would get after taking antibiotics.

Lilette rushes to you from her desk, bringing the trash can to your feet. You swallowed thickly but it was terribly hard and painful to fight the urge after your stomach swiftly did that somersault. Before you knew it, you were bent over and spilling your guts into the trash. Lilette cringes internally but did what she had to do and rubbed your back. She’d luckily put your hair into braids earlier so it didn’t get dirty with the throw up. You didn’t have much in your stomach either, it was obvious. After a short while, you were dry heaving and crying your eyes out from how sore your stomach felt after the fact. Lilette was shushing you and whispering sweet words of assurance into your ears. She was whispering, yes. Terrified to be too loud and hurting your ears. Hurting you.

She helped you up to go rinse out your mouth in the bathroom. Once that was done, you basically just turned around and wrapped your arms around her, leaning your chin on her shoulder. Lilette’s palm reflexively found its way again onto your back. “You wanna sit down? I’ll get you a popsicle. A purple one.”

“Uh-huh.” You answered, nodding your head, your voice unclear and shaky.

She unwrapped her arms and walked you over to the couch to sit before grabbing that exact popsicle for you. “Here you go.” Lilette knew that it would soothe your throat for sure but definitely needed some more food in your system— actual food that could fill you up. Even if just for a little bit. So you weren’t even more uncomfortable from hunger.

“Thank you.” You gave her a tight-lipped smile.

“Want some soup?” She suggests hopefully. You agreed, she was expecting a ‘no’. Or more crying, to be honest.

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While she was cooking in the kitchen, you stayed curled up on the couch hugging that same teddy bear for some level of comfort.

“How you doing, mamita?”

“…m okay.”

“That’s good.” Lilette hums.

After awhile, Lilette joins you on the couch when the soup was simmering on the stove. “You want a hug, baby?” She asks, smiling at you adoringly. Without a doubt, you leaned onto her and let her wrap her arms around you. You were cuddly when regressed and she knows and loves it. “Do you wanna watch some TV?”

You shook your head.

“No?” Lilette stroked your hair— which was slightly sweaty, from the day you’ve had. Carefully, she took off the hair ties and was massaging your scalp for you. It gave you some more relief, so you happily let her.

After turning the stove off, she decides dinner could wait and helped you with a shower instead while the fever reducer/painkiller was still in your system. You were too sick to object so you just let her, it went by faster that way. Because you were back on the couch soon enough, now watching some cartoons while she got dinner for both of you from the kitchen. You sat down on the floor when she walked back, so she did the same and both of you ate the food in relative silence. While you were engrossed in the show, Lilette slips away to prepare the next dose of your medications. Not forgetting this time that she had something to settle your stomach too this time. She found it in the medicine cabinet in her bathroom.

“Would you wanna do some colouring, my love?” Lilette smiled at you proudly when you swallowed the meds in no time. “Good girl.”

You smiled back at her, chuckling. Lilette pulled out a colouring book from the low shelf of the coffee table along with a box of crayons. “I’ll be right back, okay? Just need to wash these little cups and put the bowls in the sink right there.”

“Okay, mama.”

Not gonna lie…her heart melted whenever you called her by that term. It was sweet, there was a complete sense of trust she felt that you had for her. Helping you heal has been helping her too, she’s created a calm and loving environment for the both of you. Taking care of you made her feel a great sense of comfort and you being so cute just made her happy to see you smile. She’d do whatever it takes so you were happy especially when you were regressed. It heals. Both of you. There was no anger, no resentment, no unnecessary screaming. Just love and care and support.

She could feel you watching her. So she turned around and looked over her shoulder. Lilette smiles when she sees your face. “Hi, baby girl.” She grins. You laughed happily, the first time all day. Maybe all week, or all month.

“Hiiii.”

Lilette chuckles, “I’m coming, you cutie pie. Just one second.”

She kept the tiny medicine cups back into the cupboard then returned to her spot next to you. Actually, she even pulled you onto her lap after a short while, watching you colour while resting her chin on your shoulder. “That’s a really pretty colour, mamita.”

“It’s purple.” You beamed.

“It is, honey. Good job.” Lilette chuckles over her words. ”Who’s your favourite?”

“Mmm.” You hummed in thought, “The little ones.” Flipping through some pages, you stop at the sticker page. Peeling one off of the said character and sticking it onto Lilette’s arm, “That one.”

Obviously tickled, she laughs, “Oh, this one? Kinda reminds me of you, baby. Apple Bloom’s so cute.”

“Am I gonna fhrow up again?” You wondered.

“No, mamita. I promise, that medicine you took will help with that, alright?”

“…’Kay.”

“Okay.” She plants a kiss on your shoulder.

It started raining soon after, causing you to feel a little too cold for your liking. “You want a blankie?” She asks, palm against your abdomen, the warmth was comforting so you didn’t want to leave you alone even for just a moment to let her grab the blanket for you. “You don’t want me to get up, baby?”

“No.” You pouted.

“Baby.” She chuckles. “How about you sit here just for a second and colour?”

“Noooo.” You whined, clinging onto her tighter

Defeated, she picked you up. She actually picked you up for the first time and carried you then walked to the cupboard to get you a blanket. Granted it was only a few feet, but you didn’t want her to leave your side even for just a minute. “Alright, here you go.” She says while sitting down on the couch with you on her lap. She drapes the blanket over your shoulder then hugs you again, letting you snuggle up against her while you two watch the rain falling outside.

She kisses your cheek, “Do you feel a lil better?”

“Lil bit.” You smiled, showing a tiny space in between two fingers.

“I’m so glad, baby. Do you want me to read you a story?”

“No.” You said.

“You just wanna watch the rain?”

“Yeah.” You sat on her left thigh, both your legs resting across her lap as you nestled your head in the crook of her neck.

“Let’s do that.” She agrees.

“Thank you.” You sat up straight, holding her face in your hands and squishing her cheeks. Lilette chuckles, “Don’t need to thank me baby.”

“You help me.” You said, still holding her face, “I need say thank you.”

Lilette smiles, “You’re so welcome, mamita. I love you.”

“Luv you toooo.” You giggled, squishing her cheeks harder, so she laughs harder and peppers soft kisses all over your face. When she stopped, you kissed her back on the cheek.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” She smiled. You were just happy to be called baby, “Hehe.”

“If you wanna sleep, just sleep, hm?” She whispered, once again, her palm was going up and down your back very easily coaxing you to sleep. You were comfortable— the weather was nice and cool, it was the perfect way to fall asleep for the night. “Don’t fight it.” Lilette continues, “Rest up. You deserve the rest, baby. We have all the time in the world to do everything else once you feel better.”

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💭A/N:

Part 2 for the regressed Regina fic is still in the works. Enjoy this one that wrote on a whim and somehow became 4K words😭

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Lilette = Lily x Smurfette

Named such because it’s a mix of their names; the “Lil” from Lily and the “ette” from Smurfette.

Suggested by @capnportofficial

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・ ✦ ・ 𝐩𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐜𝐮𝐬 / * ( closed starter @thesofiavaldez )

There was something about the rainbow-charged air that called out to her, caressing Lilette’s smooth, soft cheek like a lover's whisper. It tugged at her seams, drawing her out of herself, out of her duties, and into a space she hadn't known existed. Safety was paramount to her—safety as the spirits intended. In her youth, coming out had meant risking crucifixion, being burned at the stake or facing a world that just didn't advocate for her. She never imagined she would one day stand tall amidst a crowd, all wearing the same pride on their faces. The notion that a time machine might have informed her of this future would have made her guffaw. Instead, she basked in the warmth of the sun, soaking up the Vitamin D.

The COFFEEKANTEEN, a quaint coffee shop with an eclectic charm, was a haven for those who craved the hug of a roasted bean. The employee behind the counter handed her coffee cup with care—a nonbinary lesbian flag wrapped around it as they affirmed her name, Lilette Vaz. She moved to evade the path of other pick-ups, her shoulder bumping into another. A beautiful young woman with bright brown eyes stood before her, eyes that seemed to carry an extraordinary depth, as if they held hidden strength and resilience within their irises.

“Pardon me,” Lilette apologized, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “I didn’t mean to bump you, I was just trying to get out of the way, and here I am, in the way.” She laughed lightly, the sound blending with the hum of the coffee shop. “You alright, dear?” Her voice was warm and genuine, her concern for the stranger evident.

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annabelle mallard ✰✰ lilette vaz

Annabelle could not stand being stuck indoors for too long. The walls closed in on them, the air felt too stagnant, even the light was not very good. Outdoors - that was precisely where they belonged. Yes, especially on rainy days. She didn't have an umbrella, but bright yellow rain boots and a coat to match. On her break at work, she not only wanted, but needed to stretch their legs and clear their head. Much like a child, she crouches next to a deep puddle of mud, where they witness small creatures jumping about. What were they -- frogs? Fish? Insects? With her head turned to the side, Annabelle looks up. With their luck, perhaps one of the smartest people they'd seen were walking across the street. "Hey -- you!" She exclaims, with no care for subtleties or nicities. "Do you know much about bugs?" They ask. "Or...maybe frogs? There's something living in here, and I can't tell what it is."

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A heart felt story

Starring: Sanjay Kapoor, Juhi Chawla, Purab Kohli, Victor Banerjee, Lilette Dubey Directed By: Onir Genre: Sports Drama “The love between a brother and a sister is like a flame that never dies. It only burns brighter with time .” Anonymous Today is the third Sunday of June, which is supposed to be Father’s Day also. So, a very happy Father’s Day to all the lovely fathers out there. You are…

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"I didn't know for certain, Amoreco," she replied softly, her voice carrying the weight of their cherished time together and apart. The years of companionship and love with Helia are the very essence of her existence, the foundation upon which her heart and soul rest. "I hoped. I hoped with every fiber of my being that you would still see the love I have for you, that you would recognize the depth of my remorse and the sincerity of my return."

Taking Helia's hand in hers, she pressed a kiss to her knuckles, a gesture both reverent and affectionate. "I told myself- promised myself that I'd understand if you have reservations, and if there's a part of you that needs time to fully trust me again, then I want to earn that trust back, step by step, day by day." Their love is a sanctuary for Lilette, a place where she finds solace and peace amidst the chaos of the world. It is a beacon that guides her through the darkest times, a constant reminder of the light and warmth that Helia brings into her life. The companionship they share is not just about being together; it is about understanding, support, and a deep-rooted sense of belonging. Helia is not just her spouse but her confidante, her partner in adventure, and the one who sees her most vulnerable and authentic self.

"What I want, more than anything, is to be by your side, to share our lives again, and work hard for you- for us."

Helia wasn’t sure if she needed assurances or if she could be satisfied with this. The spirits seemed to want her to embrace the loneliness and the sadness she’d experienced before, to recall how horribly alone she’d felt when Lilette had been gone. But Helia was a positive soul, always had been, so she fought back to one important point: Lilette had come back. It was what she wanted to focus on. Her beautiful face, her steadfast voice, how nobody else could make her flutter and feel so light and happy. 

The little voice was still in the back of her head, telling her that she shouldn't take back Lilette so quickly, after she’d left, after she’d been away from her for those two years. Reminding her that she was going too fast, she was already offering Lilette to come back home, was that really what she wanted? Should she not put her foot down and demand more apologies? But why would that solve the situation? What she wanted was for Lilette to hold her in her arms and for them to do all the things they used to do, to have dinner together, watch a movie together, go shopping together. 

She smirked lightly. “So you knew I’d just take you back like that?” she asked. Of course Lilette would know, they knew her better than anyone else.

[huariqueje]

Lilette in Blue Kimono in the Workshop - Sam Szafran

French , 1934-2019

Watercolour and pastel on silk , 145 x 94 cm.

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I love your writing so much!! Can I please request needy!lilette x reader. Reader decides to wear a shorter skirt than normal and it keeps distracting Lilette to the point that she has to drag you away bc she can't stand it

Thank you!!

Desperation

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— fingering, some oral, slight degradation, spanking(reader receiving), pet names

In which Lilette absolutely cannot keep her eyes off of reader, and soon fantasising alone wasn’t enough.

With summer approaching, the weather was turning warm, it gave you the perfect opportunity to show off your new skirt. Skirts weren’t something you wore often, but today you were just in the mood to do so. Unlike Lilette who wore a pretty nice balance of pants and skirts, you gravitated towards pants most of the time. So whenever you did wear a skirt, Lilette had a specific reaction. Usually nice and shy, she’d be extra touchy once she sees you in a skirt. You weren’t going to complain about the extra affection and attention from your girlfriend, but it made it very difficult for you to stay focused.

You drove by Lilette’s to pick her up, like you always do. The girl stopped dead in her tracks the moment she opened the passenger seat’s door. Her eyes go wide for a moment, “Oh. Wow.”

“So subtle, Lil.” You teased, “Like what you’re seeing?”

“Sure do.” Lilette grins, getting into the seat and shutting the door.

“Not that look.” You sigh with a laugh, about to give in to the urge you were feeling. “We have a half day, could you just…wait till we get out of school for the day?”

She could tell you were frustrated, but went with your request anyway and left you to drive in peace. Your skirt wasn’t too short— you didn’t get dress-coded. But some people looked a second too long and Lilette got a little bit upset about it. Your relationship wasn’t under wraps, you two were pretty open. Both of you showed some affection publicly, but never anything over the top.

Except for those days that you’ve worn a skirt: her kisses lingered, she’d have an arm protectively around your waist, she’d lean on you while standing beside you, her touches also weren’t innocent— you’d know she was trying to tease you and rile you up. Usually, you fought the urge. Only letting her have her way with you after class. But it seems that today was going to be the exception. When break time rolled around, it had been two hours since school’d started. Your question was answered when Lilette came up to you frantically and just pulled you away into a janitor’s closet the. locked the door. You smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“You’ve been distracting me.” She says, arm reaching to your back to wrap around you, “Can’t get you out of my head.” Lilette sighs softly, hand going up your face to cup your cheek, “Do you mind if I just— did it, here?”

You shook your head silently, leaning forward to kiss her first. Lilette kisses back with fervour, tongue so quickly sliding into your mouth kicking up the intensity rapidly. She had pressed you up against the wall, pushing your skirt and underwear down to your ankles roughly. You whined at her eagerness, feeling the ache in between your thighs already.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, the word almost instantly getting swallowed by Lilette’s hungry kisses.

You feel her two fingers rubbing your clit and effectively riling you up, applying just the right amount of pressure. You whine, legs going apart a little more on reflex. Lilette grins, almost pervertedly, sliding her fingers lower smoothly. They enter you without you even realising. Her pace was relentless, and her gesture was rough as she repeatedly hammered your g-spot making your knees buckle.

A hand of hers was now firmly holding onto your hip to keep you standing. The discomfort quickly dies down and gets replaced by pure pleasure, feeling the slick dripping down your thighs. You whined softly, hand on her shoulder for more support, but Lilette moved fast— now kneeling before your cunt and swiftly started circling her tongue around your clit to give it the attention it was so quickly craving. “So wet, y/n…what a needy little thing you are.” Lilette says while massaging your inner thighs and watching your face contort and your body react as expected…right in front of your eyes.

“Shut up.” You said in a pant, head leaned back slightly against the wall.

“Really?” Her eyes flicked up to look at you, “Are you sure?”

“Are you seriously going to just stop like this after being so touchy since the minute I saw you? You know what you were doing.” You sigh, vexed.

“No.” Lilette stated, “I can edge you. Make you so soaking wet you’ll be ready to take anything and everything once we get home.”

“Fuck’s sake, Lil.” You exhaled harshly, “What the fuck.”

She smirks, burying her face in your cunt again, teasing your clit with her tongue. You bucked your hips upward, pushing yourself closer to her face. Her hold on your thighs tightened to keep you from moving any more.

You whimpered feeling your climax approaching so ridiculously quick. But Lilette was an expert, or so she claims. She knows the difference in your taste when you were close. She detaches herself from you then started to clean you off with a pack of tissues she had in her pocket. Once she was the one in control, you couldn’t resist letting her use you however she wanted. You were okay with it— so okay with it. Because you knew how intense the eventual release would be and you were more than happy to suffer a little bit and have that much pleasure later on.

"Okay, fuck. Fine. I'll— I'll wait."

"Good girl." She flashes you sweet smile, finishing her task of cleaning you up then let you get dressed again.

————

After lunch, all your classes were with Lilette and she always sat beside you so you were in hell for the last...nearly three hours. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat every once in awhile, and especially when you felt her eyes on you. You glared at her every time, but she only got more happy about it seeing your frustration amp up so easily. "Book report, due next Wednesday. No exceptions." The teacher says, "Any questions?"

The teacher waited a little bit, no hands were raised.

"Lilette, eyes up front."

You looked down and couldn't help but smile, she sees it though. But hey, she stopped staring at you for the remainder of the class. Which...wasn't long but at least she stopped and made it easier for you to sit through the class. Ten minutes later, the class concludes. Mrs. Wallaker dismisses you all. You left the classroom before anyone could stop you, with Lilette right behind you, holding onto your hand. Both of you hurried into your car and you just drove back to yours without a single word being uttered. Once the car started moving, so did Lilette's hand. It finds its way under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to slip her fingers up and down your folds.

"Excuse me?" You squinted at her. Lilette only grins, knowing you'd fold in 3...2...1. Your features relaxed, focusing your attention on the road while she carries on teasing you. "If I crash the car, it's on you." "Pull over. I'll drive." She says, fingers still moving. You did and quickly switched seats with her so Lilette could finish the remainder of the drive. Twenty minutes. During which, you finally got your release. Completely just soaking the leather beneath you. "Needy." She says with a smirk, pushing her fingers into you one last time forcefully just to see you squirm and hear you yelp. "Do you think you're done yet?" She asks in a quiet voice. There was a right answer she was expecting.

"Mm—" Your breathing hitches as she caresses your thigh, you flinch, "No. No, I'm not."

Once she parks your car in the garage, the both of you scrambled out of the car and entered the house through the door in the garage. Quickly stumbling into your room, Lilette shut and locked the door even though no one was home. Better to be safe than sorry, after all. You'd barely kicked your shoes off before you got pushed onto your bed. Almost toppling over, she stops you and removed your jacket, then your tank top, and your skirt. Leaving you, almost entirely naked. She admires you for a little while before the remaining articles of clothing get removed by her as well in a hurry.

You lay flat on your back, her hand— one fondling with your breast while the other traced your body then found its way back in between your thighs. You cried out, shocked by how sensitive you were. Lilette knowingly went soft and slow, but your wetness returned with a vengeance and spread quickly. "Holy shit, baby." Lilette laughs, almost huskily, sending a shiver down your back. "What?" You ask breathlessly.

"You look heavenly." She says, holding your nipple between two fingers and twisting it.

You whined, desperate for her to fuck you again.

"So sweet, so pretty..." She whispers into your ear, kissing a trail downwards while her fingers were stagnant inside you. You squirmed, "Lil, please...please."

She hums, tugging your sensitive nipple between her teeth. You whimper, much to her delight. She loved how you were sounding right now. Loved it. She also knew what you wanted, but she wanted you to say it out loud. "Please, what?" Her fingers twisted in you as she asks. A tear slips down your cheek, your frame trembling.

"Fuck— fuck me. Fuck me please." You beg, breathing irregular.

Her fingers started moving, steadily increasing their pace. You entirely matched up to her speed, your noises too, letting her have that enjoyment of hearing you curse and swear, making all sorts of noises for her and moaning her name as she pushes you closer.

"Mm— ah— ah— my god..." Your voice was so shaky as you fought the tears welling up in your eyes.

"You're making such pretty noises for me right now, love. How could I have you stop?" Her voice was still low, which you adored in these moments. It helped in making you climax and this girl knew it, that's why she was talking like that. You yipped when you felt her thumb pressing against your clit while her fingers poked your g-spot continuously. "I need to come...please, Lil." You felt like you were about to burst.

"Okay, go for it." She shrugs, her fingers still working your sensitive spots. "Come now."

You unravel on her command, body shaking as you finally got forced into tears. You feel the absurd intensity of every single sensation you experienced at you rode through your second high. You head was giddy with pleasure, your vision blurry being clouded by the tears. "Keep going, I know you can take it." Lilette urges, her pace quickening again to coax another climax. You were fully sobbing as another wave of pleasure over took your entire body. You felt it, you heard it. You also saw her looking at you through it all. That made your cheeks flush and you avoided her gaze. "Look at me." Her voice gentle, but authoritative. You licked your lips, inevitably tasting your tears. Your head slowly turned back to face her. Her free hand strokes your cheek, you vaguely saw her smile. "Can you give me another one, y/n? Or do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head no on reflex, pleasure overtaking everything. You needed that release. You wanted to give it to her. Her fingers retract and you felt a slap, then another. You started clenching around nothing. She goes again, then her fingers slip inside, slamming into you unendingly. You backed up, but not for long. Lilette yanks you back down, focused on making you come for the third time. Right before you came, you feel her mouth on you as her fingers carried on fucking you. You filled it up, and was finally feeling your body relax once her pace became languish. Your tentative hand in her hair lets go, falling to your side lazily as your chest heaved, desperate to catch your breath.

She removes herself from you soon enough, then was laying next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and pressing tiny little kisses all over it. “Did I go too rough?” Lilette asked.

Still in tears and somewhat breathless, you shook your head and continued to take in some slow, deep breaths. “No. I would’ve told you to stop if you were.”

She pulls you closer and you snuggled against her chest, finger fiddling with her silver necklace. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” You muttered.

“I’ll order us some food? What do you want?”

“Tacos.” You told her.

“Yum, okay.” Lilette agrees, pressing a kiss to your forehead before breaking away from the embrace to go locate her phone so that she could order the food. You laid sleepily in your bed as you watched her find her phone and scrolled through the delivery app to place an order for what you wanted. Placing your favourite order, she was quickly back by your side giving you cuddles. “I’ll wake you up when the food gets here.” She says while stroking your hair. You hummed, nodding against her chest while one of your arms was wrapped around her in the front. “Okay.”

“Mhm.” She answers, then playing with your hair till you dozed off, “Get some rest, sweet girl. I’ll stay right here.”

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💭A/N:

As promised, here’s one last fic before I leave for the cruise😭 I still have some time so I’ll try to finish up one more and queue it to post over the weekend while I’m away😗

[pclymcrphcus]

for Lilette: Love - what’s your love language?

"Maybe... acts of service? I can see argument for quality time as well."

[pclymcrphcus]

"Fair enough," they agree with a slow nod of their head, a gesture that conveys an acceptance as profound as it is subtle. The idea of sharing so much in common with their wife, to the point where they begin to blur into one entity, makes her smile spread from ear to ear. Turning their heads simultaneously in response to their shared name is something she strives to regain after her departure. Like enzymes and substrates, she and Helia fit together like a lock and key, their binding crucial for catalytic activity.

Since she’s missing her enzyme, she instead kindly takes Ezhil’s arm, and hitches herself to him for the rest of the evening. "You may settle for Lilette, then," she says, her tone tinged with warmth and a hint of playfulness.

Following his lead, they begin to traverse into the chaos, thankful for his guidance amidst the playfulness of the gallery. The scene around them is a cacophony of vibrant colors, animated conversations, and the clinking of glasses, each element contributing to the dynamic of the event. Lilette often feels as if socializing is a chore, a task that requires her to conjure enticing words and carefully curate questions to keep others engaged. She much prefers answering questions rather than posing them, safeguarding her own thoughts from prying curiosity.

As they weave through the throngs of people, she finds herself reflecting on the peculiar nature of human interaction. She gives him the information he asks for right away, as if to preempt any further probing into her personal musings. "Not too long ago, actually. I'll have you know that this is the first event I've come to since settling in," she admits, her voice carrying a blend of sincerity and a touch of vulnerability. "I've heard a couple of musicians are gracing us with their presence. Is this possible by your persuasion too?"

Ezhil grinned, wiggling his expressive eyebrows as he held out his hooked arm for her to take. He could imagine they had stories to tell of the places they’d been, for the past… was it two years now. He’d have to ask Helia, even if his connection to Helia was in his mind always tainted by his own dream of starting his own pack. He was certain the coven leader could sense that. Perhaps Lilette could too, but they didn’t seem to give that away, always kindly, always interested. “Of course, Dr. Vaz, how could I forget. It’s getting confusing though, if I were in a crowd, I know I’d have to fight my own good manners and call you both by your first names.” And he was certain both wouldn’t mind one bit, but even his father was more often Mr. Bharath than appa. 

“Follow me,” he said, as he gestured to start at the very back of the gallery and work their way forward. The Good Duck Art Gallery, or the GDAG as Ezhil called it with laughter, wasn’t the most straightforward gallery, there were rooms upon rooms upon rooms, and since this event was mostly about the acts in the back, the only clear signs were towards the back. So most people would have to just stumble around and see what they could find. It was chaotic one way or another, more often colours bled from one room into the other than any clear subject, and most artworks didn’t have more than a name and a title. It also included far more spatial work than other exhibitions, those at least created a clear direction through every room, as you had to carefully manoeuvre your way around a statue if you didn’t want to go the right way. “When did you return to Fenrir’s Wood?” he asked.

[hislittlevictim]

֪ ◜◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ಣ i'm only here for my boyfriend @lycanoncam hehhgddvffff ꒰ ྀི ∩´ `∩ ྀི ꒱ ◟ ͜ ◞ ◝

but i guess i shld introduce myself ..

im lilette or tomoko, im radqueer, yandere, and transharmed (in every which way) .. i love my captor / big brother so much and im devoted to him entirely. my body is his. i use it/they pronouns and im a bunny, ghost, nurse. ♡ i am not looking, i am in love. please be patient and kind,, im trying my best. this blog will mainly be about my love for him ꒰ ྀི ⸝⸝⸝´ `⸝⸝⸝ ྀི ꒱

tags ⦂

#♡ bunnylust. - sexual desires

#♡ bunnyworship. - lycan worship

#♡ retweet. - reblog

#♡ obsbunny. - yandere posts

#♡ poorbunny. - sad / vent

#♡ speakbunny. - talking

repost bc my last account was shad0wbanned .. uehehdhd ;;

[thunderstruck9]

Sam Szafran (French, 1934-2019), Sans titre (Lilette parmi les feuillages) [Untitled (Lilette among the foliage)], 2019. Pastel and watercolour on silk, 116.5 x 77 cm.

[the-sleepy-fort]

Fic masterlist!📚

All my agere fics posted on my main blog, @idontplaytrack

Janis ‘Imi’ike

Chocolate milk & cartoons

Tiny monkey [1/2]

Milkshakes & muppets [2/2]

Honeybear

Save Me(I’m fine) [1/2]

You’re the best of me [2/2]

Jos Cleary-Lopez

Baby, don’t be crazy

Laugh it off

Pinky promise

Crushed candy cane

Everything I wanted

Capri Donahue

Buttercup

I don’t wanna talk right now

AJ Campos

Heart of a child

Hit and go(home)

Have you to catch me

Step by step

Baby’s day in

Amber Appleton

Diamonds falling down

Go slow, but go steady

Lilette Suarez

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Whispering

[pclymcrphcus]

"There, there, Bijan." The witch's lips curved into a tender, sympathetic smile, her eyes softening with a rich blend of compassion and profound understanding. The corners of her mouth lifted just enough to convey warmth and empathy, her expression radiating a quiet, soothing reassurance that enveloped him like a comforting embrace.

He wasn't the only one dabbing at misty eyes; several others were equally affected, their emotions plainly visible as they discreetly wiped away tears that threatened to spill. The poignant beauty of the performance had woven a palpable sense of community among the audience, uniting them in shared sentiment. "Indeed, so beautiful," she murmured softly, as if savoring the lingering echoes of the experience. "I think it's been my favorite of the day."

With a gentle pat on Bijan's shoulder, she endeavored to console her colleague and friend, infusing the moment with an air of tender camaraderie. "It's a bittersweet feeling, isn't it? Seeing all this, finally carving out spaces for ourselves."

CLOSED STARTER for @pclymcrphcus ft. Lilette location; Dulant College LGBTQ+ evening

Bijan hadn't been someone who actively hid who he was, neither at home, nor now in the UK. He'd always been truthful to who he was and who he wished to spend his time with, yet it hadn't always been as easy, and watching the work presented by local students of the Dulant College did struck a chord. An emotional one at that.

He was glad he'd brought a package of tissues, because the last act to have graced the stage was just done with her amazing piano and vocal performance. Talking about the misunderstanding she received and how she felt like everyone was wrong and she was right.

He spotted a fellow Fenrir University faculty member and approached Lilette while still dabbing away the tears. "That was beautiful, don't you think?" he asked.

[magentasky234]

Thank you jojo, Lilette and Sockablock for sticking out with me for the final half hour! You were all a hoot.

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

"只有當我們生命某些章節的大門要關閉時，眼睛通常才會睜開。

The eyes usually open only when the doors to some chapters of our lives close."

🎨 Sam Szafran (1934-2019, French)

美妙的龜背芋 Monstera deliciosa, ca. 1984

Watercolor and graphite on paper

▪︎ Sam Szafran was born in Paris in 1934, a son of Polish Jewish immigrants. He grew up in the Quartier des Halles. As a child, he knew that art was what he wanted to do.

▪︎ Sotheby's Spotlight: Collection Sam et Lilette Szafran/the Musée de l'Orangerie 法國橘園美術館 為 Sam Szafran 舉辦的回顧展剛剛結束，蘇富比將於 2 月 15 日在巴黎展出這位藝術家前所未有的非凡作品和紀念品收藏。橘園美術館，是一處展示印象派畫家及後印象派畫作的藝術館。它位於法國巴黎協和廣場，塞納河傍

▪︎ imagine copyright from artnet.com

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