#eve polastri imagine

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Can I request mom!villaneve where r and villanelle are arguing but they’re arguing in a different language and eve is just standing there and villanelle like can you believe what she just said and eve is just confused

Bilingual beauties

Summary: Eve tends to stay out of her wife and daughter’s fights, because usually they happen in Russian.

Pairing: VillanEve x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 344

a/n: I didn’t want to use google translator this much, so whatever is in italics is spoken in Russian!

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”I don’t get why you have to be such a fun killer!” Y/N shouts at Villanelle, her brows scrunched together and eyes glaring holes into her mother.

Villanelle gasps, slapping her hand against her chest, ”me? A fun killer?” She quickly glances at Eve who is staring at the two with raised brows. ”how can I be the fun killer, when I’m the more exciting parent, huh?”

Y/N lets out a sound that’s a mix of a laugh and a scoff. “You’re always nagging at me! Y/N don’t do that. Y/N, you’re not going out in that outfit. No sleepovers allowed.” She changes her voice to match Villanelle’s, of course, it’s more mocking than realistic. “Eve is the fun mom. She actually lets me leave this hell hole.”

”This isn’t a hell hole! This is a nice apartment that I chose.” She turns to Eve, looking for back up, but the older woman just shrugs, not understanding a word coming from either of their mouths. With a dissatisfied huff, Villanelle crosses her arms over her chest. “Excuse me for thinking about your safety. You going to a party with people I don’t know, is not safe.”

”You mean people who you haven’t thoroughly background checked and stalked.”

”Yes!” She throws her hands in the air, as if that is what normal parents do.

Y/N’s head goes back as she groans. ”You’re so annoying.” She starts jogging up the stairs.

”Go to your room!”

”Already going.” She stomps her feet harder, making her feelings very clear.

”And don’t you come out of there.”

”I wasn’t going to!” Is the last thing Y/N shouts before slamming her room’s door shut.

Villanelle whispers Russian curses under her breath, annoyed she didn’t get the last word. “Can you believe her?” She scoffs, looking at Eve with wide eyes

Shaking her head, Eve stares as her wife walks out of the room. Her lips are in a thin line. “I need to get a dictionary.” She mumbles with a sigh, rubbing her forehead.

[unsociable-and-taciturn]

remember when in killing eve konstantin misspells eve’s last name and says “polassi” then villanelle proceeds to correct him. now, there is this polari (which is also only one letter apart from polastri) language that was widely used for queer coding some time ago and just imagine what kind of a multilayered reference it could’ve been…

[wearevillaneve]

This only makes Season Four hurt more.

Eve’s Obsession [x]

[rita-repulsa-ke]

worship me

"Stay exactly like that."

She didn't move. Seconds ticked by, turned into minutes.

Eve Polastri had better say thank you this time. A really good thank you.

A really, really good thank you.

Eve had better kiss her.

Eve had better be building her a shrine.

By the time Aaron came back, the Eve in her imagination had started a whole religion, all to thank Villanelle for not ruining her stupid operation.

[ladiesandwitches]

@hvbris Stella for Eve

Having been informed that someone from MI6 wished to speak with her as regards a potentially overlapping chain of evidence, Stella had expected the familiar shape of a dull man with an equally dulled mind, lacking sharp edges or any kind of vivacity or independent thought. She was surprised when the officer who walked in was a woman. Attractive, determined, but lacking the confidence she ought to own for her role. Perhaps the patriarchal world in which they had both chosen to work in had tired her, worn her down, which was cruel and unfair.

"So it's Ms Polastri, not Mr," she observed calmly in greeting. "The memo said only your surname," she added in explanation as she walked forward, her blue eyes looking over the woman in brief appraisal. "You're a vast improvement on what I'd imagined."

[notsaints]

#NOTSAINTS [ . . . ] a highly private + permanent low activity multimuse. content on this blog may be triggering, including but not limited to prominent themes of religion, death, violence, etc. do not interact if you are not 21+. muse list under cut. also can be found at drdebt, furters, backrows.

₀₁ CARRD. ₀₂ VISUALS. ₀₃ USFW. ₀₄ BOARDS.

television:

matthew kimble, the new adventures of old christine. mid 20s. therapist. bisexual.

reverend monsignor john michael pruitt (father paul), midnight mass. actually 80 but appears 40 ish. vampire. bisexual.

rupert giles, buffy the vampire slayer. mid 40s - early 50s. librarian, watcher. bisexual.

eve polastri, killing eve. early 40s. mi6 agent. lesbian.

carlton lassiter, psych. 48. head detective. closeted homosexual.

shawn spencer, psych. mid to late 30s. psychic detective. bisexual.

lucifer morningstar, lucifer. immortal. the devil. bisexual.

mazikeen smith, lucifer. immortal. a demon. bisexual.

eve, lucifer. immortal. the first woman. bisexual. no fc.

simon ferguson, over the top. washed up actor. early 50s. bisexual.

rupert mannion, ted lasso. mid 60s. bisexual but extremely in the closet.

film:

spencer rabbit, carter & june. crime boss. 44. homosexual.

shilo wallace, repo! the genetic opera. housebound daughter. 17.

jack daniels/agent whiskey, kingsman. secret agent. mid 40s. bisexual.

mr. (john) boddy, clue. merely a humble butler. early 30s. unknown.

julian marx, upgraded. renowned british artist faking his death for better sales. mid 60s. homosexual.

originals:

marcus white: serial stalker, professional chameleon, general pos. early 40s. hamish linklater fc.

michael west: bastard who copes with abandonment issues & heartbreak with drugs & alcohol. generally slutty. ceo by inheritance. vampire. permanently 28. anthony head fc, but use your imagination.

by request (send me a dm first):

russell edgington, true blood. vampire. 3000 years old. homosexual. canon divergent.

beverly keane, midnight mass.

johnny laguardia, times square. nyc radio show host. late 20s. bisexual.

larry gormley, blue money. irish cab driver with dreams of stardom. mid 30s.

for more information about each muse, please see my carrd. questions are welcome at any time about any character.

[thestalwartheart]

Top 10 Female Characters

Rules: name your favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag people.

Thank you, @cicerfics and @dude-watchin-with-the-brontes for the tag!

In no particular order (because I had enough trouble choosing ten women from ten fandoms - I cannot imagine even starting to rank them!!!):

Jane Eyre from Jane Eyre. (Does Jane Eyre have a fandom? Idk but she's one of my all time ride-or-die characters).

Jo March from Little Women.

Elle Woods from Legally Blonde.

Phryne Fisher from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.

Captain Janeway from Star Trek: Voyager. (Idk if Star Trek is one fandom so I might take the opportunity here to say UHURA MY BELOVED YOU WOULD ALSO BE ON THIS LIST IF NOT FOR THE ONE FANDOM RULE!!! ALSO UNA AND CHAPEL AND BEVERLEY CRUSHER AND JADZIA OMG THERE ARE TOO MANY!!!)

Peggy Olsen from Mad Men (though, fuck, oh my god, Betty Draper and Joan Harris like COME ON).

Death from The Sandman.

Judi Dench's M from James Bond.

Éowyn from LOTR. ("I AM NO MAN!" NO YOU ARE NOT, BABE!!!!! TELL THEM!!!)

Mabel Mora from Only Murders in the Building. Or is it Shiv Roy from Succession? Who knows? Only my mood (constantly changing and wildly unpredictable) will tell.

Hardest list of my life because women are my favourite guy etc etc. Shout out to Vesper Lynd who did not make this list but who I think about too much to be healthy. Also Eve Polastri from Killing Eve, you have no idea how close you were!!! And Dana Scully and Olivia Benson and Donna Noble and Rose Tyler and Martha Jones omg I am about to fall on the floor with indecision. Quick, I'm gonna tag some people before I redo this list again.

Tagging @foxsoulcourt @themerc @@mr-iskender @mobius-m-mobius @aprettyspy @bishybarnaby @samanthahirr and anyone else who wants to play along. I love talking female characters PLEASE talk to me about them.

Apologies for a) my mania and b) any double tags. Okay, love you, byeee 💜

[multifandomfix]

Imagine feeling flustered when Eve lets her hair down.

Eve stared at the computer screen, hands in her hair, inadvertently loosening the tie that held it back. She was tired and everything was blurring together, the trail of Villanelle had gone cold. With a frustrated sigh, Eve brought her hands down on the desk, making a racket and causing you, who’d been half asleep at your own desk, to jump.

Your attention then went to her, wanting to be sure she was okay, but you hesitated to ask. Instead, you only watched on as she reached back up and took out her hair tie shaking out her mass of black curls. You went slack jawed and the heat that rushed to your cheeks revealed your thoughts if anyone were to notice. You couldn’t really help but stare. You were quite tired yourself, having searched for signs of Villanelle all day with Eve and your feelings for Eve had become unfiltered.

"Are you okay," Eve asked, bringing you back out of your own head.

"Me? Um, yeah, I- I’m fine." You averted your eyes, hoping Eve hadn’t noticed how flustered you’d become.

For anon

[myriadimagines]

Preference: Killing Eve

— being their best friend

Characters: Carolyn Martens, Eve Polastri, Oksana ‘Villanelle’ Astankova

Warnings: —

Requester: anonymous

Request: “Killing Eve Preferences how they react when they find out that you consider them to be your best friend? Dasha Carolyn Eve Villanelle”

A/N: didnt mention this on the fandom list but i havent watched s3 yet RIP!!!!!!!! so i couldnt include dasha but i hope the rest is ok!!!

— CAROLYN MARTENS

Carolyn is certainly a little perplexed when she finds out you consider her to be your best friend, and isn’t quite sure how to react to this. Sure, you spend your time together, you work together, but being best friends? The particular label on your relationship never crossed her mind. She might stare at you with a raised brow, trying to figure out what this means, before shrugging. If you want to call her your best friend, she’ll let you. It might take a long time before she accepts the fact that you are her best friend, too. 

— EVE POLASTRI

Eve is surprised at the confession, but she’s flattered. She’ll grin at you, asking if you really feel that way just to make sure. She definitely sees you as a close friend too — you work together, hang out occasionally, and she trusts you, so to know that you have the same amount of trust in her as she has in you is comforting to her. Eve definitely feels as though knowing that you see her as a best friend brings the two of you closer together, and she’s ultimately glad you opened up to her about it. 

— OKSANA ‘VILLANELLE’ ASTANKOVA

Villanelle laughs when you tell her that she’s your best friend. Loudly laughs right in your face while she’s shaking her head at you and telling you that you’re hilarious. Only then, when she realises you’re not laughing with her, does she realise you’re being serious. She doesn’t need a friend, she tells you, let alone a best friend. But Villanelle is funny in a way that she’ll still wear the label with pride, telling you that of course you’d want her as a best friend. Who wouldn’t want the honor of being her friend, after all? 

tag list: @the-radio-star​ / @multifandomfix​

[saphiiiic]

Killing Eve crew members watching Jodie and Sandra eat each other up like a three course meal in the middle of that road after Laura Neal told them to have a quick unromantic peck

[upat4amwiththemoon]

🌻 Killing Eve masterlist 🌻

Villanelle

Surprise date

Everyone wants a fun first time meeting story.

The red means I love you

Red is the color of love.

Family

Babies should have knives.

I'm sorry

Never leave to a mission during a fight.

Failed mission

Murder attempts and dates.

A package deal

It’s either both of us or neither of us.

VillanEve

Bilingual beauties

Eve tends to stay out of her wife and daughter’s fights, because usually they happen in Russian.

[locolesbianwp]

the gift

pairing: Eve Polastri & Villanelle | Oksana Astankova

warning: smut

summary: Eve gives Villanelle the gift of a lifetime

word count: 4200+

March. Typically, the world is greyed over due to numerous rain-filled clouds inhabiting the sky. Trees are still lank and bare from the winter weather and their leaves have barely given any thought about making a reappearance. However, today seemed special. Different. The usually sequestered sun had dominated the clouds and shone bright rays of light into the world beneath it. Even the trees bore small budding leaves on randomised branches.

Eve stirred from her sleep as a result of said sun, which was beaming through the slit in the curtains and directly onto her face. Her hands subconsciously rose to shield her closed eyes from the light and she let out a soft groan caused by both tiredness and irritation. She kept her eyes covered and wished for sleep to take over her again, before she realised what day it was.

Villanelle's birthday.

Eve's eyes immediately popped open, but reduced to a squint after being attacked by the sun. "Shit." She muttered, sitting up in the king size bed while Villanelle lay asleep beside her. Eve tried to rack her brain for an appropriate word to describe how her lover looked in that moment, but ironically, the only word that came to mind was angelic. Perhaps it was the way her honey coloured hair was sprawled across the pillow in an almost halo shape, or maybe it was the certain sunbeam which resembled a golden aura that highlighted the lower half of her face.

Villanelle's mouth in the light was nothing short of tempting. Her full lips looked even pinker in the spotlight, and the subtle sleepy pout that she wore was calling Eve's kiss. There was nothing she wanted more than to just simply lean down and kiss her, wake her. But Eve wanted to give Villanelle the best birthday she could, and that started with breakfast in bed.

Eve forced her attention away from the sleeping girl next to her and instead focused on the task at hand. First, she needed to actually figure out what time it currently was and how much time she had to sort things out before Villanelle woke. She pulled the charger from out of her phone and peered at the illuminated screen which displayed what she needed to know.

9:18

Villanelle generally woke up at around ten, so Eve had plenty of time. It wasn't unusual for her to wake up before her partner, however, she usually snuggled up to the person next to her and drifted back into a deep sleep. But not today. Eve carefully pulled the sheets from her body and clambered out of bed as silently as she could so as to not disturb Villanelle. She tiptoed her way out of their shared bedroom and walked into the large kitchen, where the whole of the sun could be clearly seen through the windowpanes. As she tried to think of what she could possibly make for breakfast, she scoured through the fridge to find any assortment of ingredients that could form something edible. Pancakes, maybe? Eve Polastri was definitely not a Michelin star chef, although she did take pride in her ability to make a palatable batch of pancakes.

Eve cleared the fridge of the ingredients she needed; eggs, milk, butter. She even grabbed a hold of a half-empty carton of orange juice and poured the liquid into a glass for herself. Deciding to make the most of the improved weather, she cracked open the windows to allow the fresh Spring air to spread throughout the room. While Eve began to whip up the pancake batter, she came to the realisation that she had never made this kind of effort with her ex-husband. She didn't wake up early on his birthday to cook him breakfast in bed, and she didn't sneak out of the room so as to prolong his sleep. Niko was her husband, but he wasn't the one.

The pancakes didn't take long to cook, and Eve was plating them up before she knew it. She would often drift away from reality when completing simple tasks, as they didn't require much forethought and her mind was very easy to succumb to. Due to this, she completely forgot she had to pick up Villanelle's birthday cake she ordered a few days before. Eve picked up her phone, all while cursing herself internally, and dialled the bakery's number to let them know she was running a little late and she'd be there as soon as she could. She wanted to be able to take the breakfast to Villanelle as soon as she got back, so she decided to quickly chop up some fresh fruit as she wouldn't have to do it when she returned. An assortment of blueberries, bananas and strawberries were finely sliced and placed intricately atop the stack of pancakes on each plate, with the reminder of the fruit being transferred into a bowl.

Eve was happy with her work, but she was well aware that the cake still needed to be collected. She pulled on a pair of shoes and caught sight of herself in the hall mirror, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt that she had slept in. Usually she would change into something fresh before going outdoors, but she just didn't have the time, so she left her house with purse in hand and no cares about her outfit.

On the walk to the bakery, Eve delighted in the joyous chatter of people and children revelling in the sunny skies. It was hard to believe that just yesterday, the streets were painted with raindrops. Next to the bakery sat Eve and Villanelle's favourite cafe. It was a family owned business with an expertise in roasting beans. The closer Eve got, the stronger the coffee smell was, and the more she craved a cup. She eyed the bakery door. She knew she was running behind, but she was won over by the caffeine.

The man behind the counter greeted Eve enthusiastically and immediately began to make her order, without her even needing to say anything. A cappuccino and a hot chocolate.

"V not with you today?" The barista questioned, noticing Villanelle's absence right away. The couple always came here together, so it was a rare sight for Eve to be here by herself.

"It's her birthday today. She's having a lie in." Eve explained and awaited her coffee as it was being poured into a take-away cup.

"Aw, wish her a happy birthday from me!" The man placed both cups on the counter. Eve reached for her purse to take out the money she owed, but the man waved a dismissive hand. "It's on me. Get back before she wakes up."

"Thank you." Eve said sincerely and picked up the hot drinks. Now she really needed to pick up that cake. She entered the bakery next door and was immediately greeted with the wonderful aroma of freshly baked goods, which had her stomach growling in search of food. Resisting the temptation to purchase a croissant for herself, Eve freed her hands of the coffee by putting the beverages on the countertop and pulled out the money she owed for the cake. And only the cake. No croissants. Once she was given her order, Eve placed her coffee cups on top of the box and bid a polite goodbye to the workers. It was definitely a challenge balancing the drinks while walking, but she successfully managed to make it back into her house without any accidents.

The house was quiet, apart from the high pitched singing of birds that could be heard from outside. Hoping that Villanelle was still asleep, Eve entered the kitchen to see things just as she left them. With a sigh of relief, Eve put the large box inside the fridge for safe keeping, and placed her items on a chopping board; two plates, the bowl of fruit and the two cups. She wasn't bothered to look for a tray since the chopping board did the exact same job and aided her in carrying all the stuff to the bedroom in one go. She pushed open the bedroom door with her foot and watched as a yawning Villanelle was rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning." Eve greeted, immediately drawing Villanelle's attention to her.

"Aw, Eve." She spoke softly, jutting her lower lip out in a sweet pout. "You made this for us?"

"For you." Eve corrected, kicking off her shoes and rejoining her lover on the bed. She set down the chopping board in the middle and scooted up with her back against the headboard. Villanelle mimicked her position.

"Happy birthday, Villanelle." Eve leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, to which Villanelle's skin reacted by crimsoning in a blush.

Villanelle had never felt so seen before. Her birthday was never a big deal for her, or anyone. It was just a date on the calendar that she recognised but never fully acknowledged. She certainly didn't get breakfast handed to her, or the love of her life celebrating with her. She didn't know how to react to the gesture, and her eyes began to fill up with emotion, so she simply said, "Eat up."

Eve didn't need to be told twice, nor did the rumbling in her stomach. She picked up one of the plates and groaned in the realisation that she forgot cutlery.

"What's wrong, Eve?" Villanelle asked, a furrow in her brow that showed she was genuinely concerned. Eve chuckled and shook her head.

"I just forgot to bring a knife and fork."

"Hey, what are hands for?" Villanelle picked up a pancake in one of her hands and tucked a few berries into the fold she was creating, before putting it into her mouth and taking a hefty bite. This prompted Eve to follow and take her own bite of the pancake. They both shared a glance as the delicious food took over their taste buds. Villanelle comically rolled her eyes into the back of her head in pleasure, which had Eve quickly glancing away before she got any ideas.

"So good." The blonde mumbled over a mouthful of food and grabbed one of the cups off the board. She recognised the label instantly and smiled to herself, washing down her bite with a gulp of...cappuccino.

"Bleh!" Villanelle forced the liquid down before handing the drink to its rightful owner. "Cappuccino."

Eve laughed at the reaction and took her cup. The couple spent majority of the day in the bedroom, eating their food and dancing to old music played on vinyls. Villanelle suggested spending some time outdoors in the warmth and Eve agreed. They dressed into light clothing and walked hand in hand outside, where the sun was belting down hot rays and positivity.

"Do you want to go to the park?" Villanelle asked as the pair strolled down the street.

"Of course. It'll be packed, though." Eve informed her, but neither of them really cared.

"It's okay. I'll just scare the children off." Villanelle said casually. Eve turned to look at her, a questioning eyebrow raised. She was serious!

"You want to play? Like, actually play in the park?"

"Yes! Why else would I have suggested it?" Villanelle had a confused look on her face. Eve just laughed and leaned her head on the taller woman's shoulder as they walked to the park.

It was indeed packed. Children ran about the tarmac, squealing gleefully while parents chattered over benches and homemade sandwiches. Eve felt a little self conscious about being a fully grown woman in a park with no children of her own, but Villanelle did not care. She was a child at heart.

"C'mon, Eve! I want to go on the swings." Villanelle latched onto Eve's hand tightly, dragging her to the swing set that was fully occupied, apart from one. "Sit." She instructed and Eve followed, taking up the last swing. She thought that Villanelle was going to push her but instead she stood in front of the little boy on the neighbouring swing.

"Move. Now." Villanelle demanded and the boy ran off the swing without any further orders. She took the swing and looked over at Eve, who was stifling a laugh. "What? He's probably been here long enough, it's my turn."

"You're a big kid." Eve teased, adjusting her grip on the rusting metal chains and beginning to swing.

"I'm your big kid." Villanelle attempted to flirt, but they both looked at each other with widening eyes. "No, I have sex with you, that's just wrong."

"Villanelle!" Eve scolded her and glanced around to see if any children heard. "This is a children's park. You can't just say sex." Her voice lowered to a whisper.

"At least I'm not doing it." Villanelle shrugged it off and joined Eve in swinging.

"Yeah, 'cause it's a crime."

"Just because some things are illegal doesn't mean it has stopped me doing them."

"Duh." Eve laughed.

The pair swung around for a while longer before they decided to head home. The sun was beginning to dim down a little and the park was quietening. Walking back to the house, they continued to hold hands, not wanting to part after spending so little time together over the years.

"Do you think the sun knew it was my birthday today?" Villanelle asked with her head tilted towards the sky just as Eve was opening the front door.

"Yes." Eve said honestly, taking one last look at the star before it was to be covered over by incoming clouds. They entered the house and Eve instructed Villanelle to take a seat at the table in the kitchen while she shut the door.

"Why? What are you doing?" She questioned. Of course she wouldn't just sit down without asking why.

"Just sit down." Eve gestured to the chair.

"Why, though?"

"Villanelle, do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Then sit down." Eve rolled her eyes playfully at the stubbornness of her girlfriend.

"Fine." Villanelle dragged out the word, but took a seat at the table nonetheless. Eve snuck over to the fridge and removed the box she placed in there earlier. She lifted the two tier lilac cake out of its packaging and grabbed some candles from the back of a cupboard. She stuck a few of them haphazardly into the cake and struck up a lighter, disguising the sound with a cough. Villanelle could only hear what Eve was doing, and she was pleasantly surprised when the cake was placed in front of her on the table. Eve began to sing happy birthday, very horribly in her eyes, but Villanelle loved every second of it and that's all that mattered. Those tears that were blinked away this morning resurfaced, but Eve noticed them this time.

"Is my singing really that bad?" Eve joked lightly but pulled a chair closer to Villanelle and sat down. She grasped the blonde's face between her hands, allowing the pads of her thumbs to trace the outline of her cheekbones and wipe away falling tears.

"No. You've just been so nice to me." Villanelle admitted and leaned into Eve's touch, sniffling very quietly. Eve's heart hurt for her lover but she put on a brave face.

"And I will continue to do that. It's what you deserve. Now, make a wish." Eve directed the subject to the cake to lighten the mood, and she could tell Villanelle was grateful for it. She thought about her wish for a moment before blowing out each candle simultaneously with a huge blow, to which Eve celebrated with a cheer.

"Do you want to have a slice now or do you want your present first?" Eve asked, rising from her seat. Villanelle looked genuinely surprised at the question.

"You got me a present?"

"Yes, of course I did."

Villanelle smiled. "Then I want that first."

"You got it." Eve shot her a wink while she disappeared from the kitchen to retrieve the gift. Villanelle took a moment to appreciate the effort that Eve had put into making this day special for her. And it was just that. Special.

Eve returned with another box, but wrapped this time in a birthday themed paper and tied off with a red ribbon. She pushed the cake out of the way and set the present in front of Villanelle, returning to her seat to watch her open it.

She untied the ribbon, ripped open the paper and pulled open the box. She gasped at its contents and looked at Eve, who had the end of her nail in her mouth.

"Lingerie?" Villanelle raised an amused eyebrow, picking up the lacy underwear with her thumbs. The blood red material changed the mood in the room with its presence. The ribboned one piece felt expensive in her hands and she was just about to ask where it had been purchased, only Eve cut her off.

"How about you to try it on and I'll grab some wine." Eve rose from her seat with a confident composure, as if her heart wasn't racing inside her body at the thought of Villanelle in the present she got her. She felt maybe she was being a little selfish with the present, as it would be more her who would be enjoying it, but the way she was feeling right now let her know that Villanelle would definitely be as grateful for the gift as Eve was.

Villanelle wordlessly sauntered out of the kitchen with the box in her hands while Eve scanned the wooden rack for a particular bottle of red wine. Once acquired, she plucked two wine glasses and carried them to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, she found Villanelle already changed into the lingerie and seating herself on the bed, back against the headboard like her position this morning.

Every shift of her curvy body was accentuated by the cardinal colour, and it contrasted so beautifully against her pale, milky skin. Her full breasts filled the cups of the piece, with the tops of them spilling out ever so slightly. Each step that Eve took just added to the lust she was already feeling. The wine in her hands was almost forgotten about until Villanelle spoke up and drew Eve from her mesmerisation.

"I like these glasses." Villanelle admitted, taking the two from Eve's hands and setting them on her beside table. Eve could hardly form a coherent thought in her head, and there Villanelle was, admiring wine glasses.

"Yeah." Eve agreed with a sheepish nod and popped open the chilled wine bottle. The liquid sloshed around in the glass as she poured it carelessly, and Villanelle caught an escaped drop that was running down the side of the glass with her finger. She placed that finger in her mouth to lick off the drop of alcohol, all while staring at Eve from under her lashes. The older woman took a deep breath before swallowing the glass of wine in one. She certainly needed the alcohol to kick in immediately to soothe the overload of feelings within her body. She was so turned on, nervous, hot. All because of another girl.

"I like your style." Villanelle's lips curved into a smirk as she gulped back her own glass until nothing was left. The residue of the red liquid stained her lips a darker shade of pink, and that was all Eve needed to give in. She climbed onto her knees on the bed and positioned herself in front of Villanelle, between her legs. The blonde wrapped her slim legs around the other's waist, and pulled her in closer. Eve felt drunk already, but she knew it wasn't the result of the singular glass of wine; she was love drunk. And overly horny.

Eve leaned in first and captured Villanelle's lips in a kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate and she couldn't seem to get enough. Villanelle separated for air but Eve's eager mouth was parting her dewy lips faster than she could inhale. Eve felt again the rush of submissiveness, the fervent yearning, the surge of desire that knocked her breathless. This was routine for her, but she didn't wish to submit to Villanelle tonight. They both pulled away, intaking sharp breaths to their lungs. Eve barely gave Villanelle time to breathe, for her lips were now planting hot, open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck. She skimmed across her pulse point with her teeth and pressed a singular kiss on the base of her throat. Villanelle gasped softly and her head titled back, hitting against the headboard with a quiet thud. The birthday girl was in a daze, rightfully in a trance due to Eve's actions.

As the pair put a few centimetres distance between their faces, Villanelle could read the look in Eve's eyes. She had no time to speak, to interject, for Eve was already shuffling her body down the bed, laying on her stomach and placing her hands around Villanelle's knees. She shivered at the cool touch and slowly spread her legs apart, peering down into beady brown eyes that were already gazing at her. No words were exchanged, only small pants of anticipation as Eve traced a svelte finger along the lacy outline of the panties Villanelle wore. She waited with bated breath for the next move, and slowly shut her eyes when Eve hooked the finger beneath one side of the underwear and pulled it to the side. The older woman could see just how wet this whole ordeal had gotten Villanelle. She let the material go from her finger and it snapped back against Villanelle, making her squirm. Her insides were quaking with lust.

Eve watched her own hands as they ran over expanses of creamy, pale skin and squeezed in all the right places. Each squeeze evoked a different reaction from the blonde, which only fuelled Eve's desire more. She couldn't take any more of this teasing herself, never mind Villanelle.

She pulled the panties to the side once more, but rougher this time. Eager fingers began to sneak between Villanelle's thighs, slipping past the soaked lace and ghosting over her pulsing clit, which earned a filthy whine in response. Eve rubbed tight little circles on the blonde's clit and looked up between her legs to see Villanelle's eyes shut. Eve stopped.

"What the hell?" Villanelle complained, glaring down at her lover with a nettled expression.

"Keep your eyes open, Oksana." Eve demanded, and Villanelle's eyes widened at the name. Words failed to come to her, so all she could manage was a nod to show she understood.

"And hold this." Eve instructed, gesturing to the panties that she was holding to the side. Villanelle reached down to take over and watched her lover's every move.

Eve used two fingers to spread Villanelle's glistening folds apart and leaned forward to ghost her lips over her clit, giving it a whisper of a kiss. She stuck out her tongue and flattened it, sliding from the beginning of Villanelle's entrance, up to the straining pearl of her clit. With her teeth clenched, the blonde hissed softly, and Eve repeated the motion again and again. She was determined to have Villanelle yield and by the way her chest was heaving up and down hastily, Eve knew that she was enjoying this as much as she is.

Eve worked messily and despite her best efforts to gather everything Villanelle had to offer, warm wetness still smeared across her cheeks. The blonde's taste was sweet, tangy, and so, so addictive. Eve's tongue delved deeper in search of more, parting Villanelle's pussy with the tip of her tongue and she thrusted forward into her. A sharp cry was released into the air and Eve looked up just in time to see Villanelle bite hard onto her lip to stifle her moans of pleasure. Eve's grip on Villanelle's thighs tightened, and she could feel the uneven skin of battle wounds beneath her palms. Each scar told a different story of how Villanelle fought and survived.

The couple knew that Villanelle would not be able to stay completely submissive for too long. Her free hand came to rest on top of Eve's head, twisting curly hair around her fist and shoving her face further against her pussy. Eve barely had an opportunity to catch her breath, but the way Villanelle's hips were raising to ride her tongue was evidence enough that she was close to ecstasy.

"Oh, Eve." She panted out, closing and opening her fist around black locks. "Keep doing that."

Eve had no intentions of stopping. She continued the repetitive plunging of her tongue into Villanelle's entrance, and removed one of her hands from her thigh to tease the clit that was longing for attention. At this action, Villanelle's thighs automatically closed around Eve's head in a vice-like grip as her orgasm overtook her body. Wetness trickled past Eve's mouth and coated her chin as the woman above her moaned out curses in a mix of both English and Russian.

"Wow." Villanelle spoke, breathless. She parted her legs to allow Eve to catch her breath and rekindled eye contact.

"Best birthday present ever. Do you want some cake now?"

[saturnvs]

can’t believe we’re getting this eve in season 4 i’m not ready

[villanelesbian]

"there's a triumph in that scream" i'm about to do something that is going to make international headlines

[ghostdrinkssoup]

thinking about killing eve again and why couldn’t s3 have focused on eve and villanelle’s rage and reconciliation, with the near-death experiences we see in s4 forcing them to realise they can’t live without each other? all while developing the twelve in the background with carolyn and konstantin’s arcs? which would’ve all culminated in the dance scene and then the bridge. then spend s4 in the campervan (forced proximity forcing eve and villanelle to tie up any loose ends in their relationship, which was always the main focus) as they take down assassins together as a team, until they finally find hélène? if they needed the eve/hélène drama they could’ve moved that subplot to s3, while eve was investigating kenny’s death

all I’m saying is I read interviews with laura neal again last night and apparently they had the idea that they needed to keep eve and villanelle’s scenes “electric” so they couldn’t be together often and I just don’t understand that tbh? their breakup drama could’ve been explored that way during s3, sure, but by s4 it no longer made sense considering that arc was resolved during the bridge scene. by s4, the end of their respective character arcs, they should’ve come together so the build up to the kiss was well developed and made sense. just because they’re in the same room doesn’t mean you can’t have tension and conflict. the conversation about bill could’ve been more than just a few lines of dialogue, for example. there’s just so much fundamentally wrong with how that show was structured, it’s like the narrative has broken bones. I could go on about it forever

[oksanaastankova]

# same energy