#sapphic fanfic

[ashlynlovestlou]

winner winner (ellabs x reader)

꩜ synopsis: abby and ellie challenge each other to see who can make you squirt first.

꩜ cw: SQUIRTING!!!! , overstim , threesome , smut with absolutely no plot , dirty talk , pet names , spanking , poosay slapping , dom! abby , dom! ellie , sub! reader , tummy buldge , mention of masturbation , this is kinda short i'm sorry

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the three of you had been at this for fifteen minutes already. it happened when you mentioned to them that you'd never squirted before. of course, being the two numbskulls that they are, they took that as a challenge.

so now you were laying on your back in bed, abby between your legs and ellie at your side.

ellie was holding your hand, rubbing your knuckles with one hand and rubbing your clit with her other. abby, of course, was wearing her biggest, longest strap she has, and she's pounding into you while she cradled your head.

pathetic little whimpers we're escaping your lips with each thrust, but all you could do was take it.

"shhh... sh sh sh." ellie coos, "come on baby, you can take more."

abby is too focused to speak, hitting that spot inside of you repeatedly. your insides were probably bruised now, and she could feel you clenching around her.

"she's gettin' tight, ellie." abby says. ellie snickers, pressing down and pinching your clit. you moan and your back arches off the bed.

you flail your legs, trying to close them in retaliation, but abby keeps them open. "uh-uh. keep 'em wide and spread for me, sweet girl. you close, huh? yeah, i can feel ya." her words send you over the edge and you're coming for the third time tonight. your entire body convulses with pleasure, and both girls marvel at the way your face contorts.

"no way in hell i'm letting you win." ellie mutters to abby under her breath, shooing her away from you once your high is over.

she gives your cunt a few firm slaps before impaling you with her silicon dick. she bottoms out in one go, the tip of her dick kissing your cervix sloppily. hers is much longer than abby's, making a little bump in your lower tummy.

"s' too big." you whine when ellie's hand meets your stomach, pressing down on the little bump she made.

"you've got it, sweet girl. come on, baby, come on." she whispers in your ear.

abby chuckles as she watches this all unfold. she let ellie go first to get you nice and stimulated, in hopes that she could be the one to make you squirt. but the way that ellie was slamming roughly into you made her believe that that wasn't going to happen.

"hurts." you groan, eyes closing.

"keep your eyes open. watch ellie fuck you." abby commands, so naturally you listen. you open your eyes to watch her slip in and out of you. your thighs were covered in slick, and your next orgasm was coming.

ellie's pants and heavy breaths only turned you on more, and it was getting harder to sit still. ellie had a shit-eating grin on her face, knowing what was about to happen.

"scream my name, honey. come on, let me hear you." she coaxes, and you gush at her words, doing exactly that. you yelled her name, in contrast to the little whimpers and quiet whines you were eliciting earlier. you'd never felt more euphoric in your entire life. sure, you'd come on your own hands, their hands, their straps, and even their mouths several times. but nothing compared to the tingles you felt on every inch of your body.

the sheets were wet.

ellie entire lower half was wet.

you were wet, laying in a puddle of your own substances.

ellie laughs and cheers, "you fucking squirted!"

abby groans in defeat after seeing the utter mess you made. her eyebrows were squeezed together, her bulky hand in a tense fist. she shook her head silently, as if contemplating punching ellie in the jaw.

but ellie was too busy celebrating to notice, "fuck yeah! i did it!" she says, pecking you in every little crease and corner her lips can reach.

you were too fucked-out to comment on her celebrating, or abby's defeat, for that matter.

"how d'you feel, sweet pea?" abby is first to check on you after ellie disappears to go fetch some towels.

"fucking amazing." you mumble, nestling comfortably into the crease between her shoulder and neck, "never knew it could feel like that."

she chuckles, kissing your hairline, "there's plenty more where that came from. next time, i'll be the one to make you squeal like that, hm?"

you laugh quietly at her words, nodding.

[lionizingheathen]

Let it be me - H.G.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Eating your best friend Hermione out for the first time.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, oral sex, fingering, nipple play

Smut under cut

Being best friends with someone as gorgeous as Hermione Granger was not for the weak, it’d turned you into a fucking freak, all you could think about was getting on your knees and spreading her thighs, hearing her whimper as she tugged on your hair… These fantasies were fine in your bedroom where you could simply get yourself off, but you were in her living room, there was nowhere to go…

And she was sitting with her legs open in the cutest sleep shorts you’d ever seen in your life, and all you could think of was pulling them off her hips and burying your tongue deep inside you.  You clenched your fingers on your pants, clearing your throat.

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Hermione." You asked, looking over at her as a slight smile twitched on her lips, her eyebrow flitting up… Fuck, there was something so sexy about the way that she just existed, it made you want her in the filthiest ways possible, as wrong as it really was. She was your best friend, if you had any tact or patience left, you’d probably abandon ship right now… But you didn’t have an ounce left.

"Y/N." She said, still not looking up from her book. You licked your lips, swallowing on a dry throat as you shifted closer, reaching out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear as your heart pounded in your chest, begging you to give up.

But you couldn't.

“Could I eat you out?” You asked, watching as Hermione's eyes widened, her book falling from her hands as she looked over at you, shocked. God, you wanted to back pedal so hard, but you were too far gone already, it was now or never

Hopefully it wouldn't ruin your friendship, that would destroy you.

“Huh?” Her voice was high and nervous as she said that, making you laugh as you leaned a little closer, noticing that she seemed intrigued, which was a good sign.

“I… Really don’t think I slipped up my words, I think I just asked if I could eat you out.” You traced a finger down her cheek before she brought a hand up to cover yours, looking over at you nervously.

“Do you want to?” She asked, and you nodded quickly.

Obviously, you wouldn't have asked if you didn't want to.

“Fuck yes.” You leaned closer, pressing a kiss below her ear before you spoke into it, noting how her breath caught in her throat. “I’ve been wondering how you taste all fucking night.” She pushed your face away, shaking her head as she did.

Shit. You were ready to take it all back, but then you noticed the little bit of a smile on her face.

“Did someone slip you veritaserum?” Hermione asked, sounding breathless as you chuckled, shaking your head, your hand sliding on her thigh... You weren't sure who would be slipping you veritaserum in her living room, but you could humor her.

“No, I’m just trying to be bold because the nice, slow approach wasn’t getting me anywhere.” You stopped your fingers just shy of her cunt, looking at her for any sort of indication. “Can I?” You asked and she sighed, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs.

You withdrew your hand, not wanting to overstep a boundary, but she was quick to grab your wrist and put it back, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“No one’s ever… Done that with me before.” Oh. “I mean, I haven’t let anyone, I’ve had people ask but I always got nervous.” She said, and you nodded, resting your forehead on her upper back as you traced patters on her upper thigh.

You didn't care if no one else ever had, you just wanted to know if you could be the first.

“Listen, if you’re not comfortable then I won’t push, but if you want it and you’re okay with it being me, I’d love to be the first face you’ve ever cum on.” You said, smiling at the way that she whimpered, covering her face with her hands before she bent fully over again, seeming both embarrassed and a little turned on.

A little turned on was what you were hoping for... You didn't wanna freak her out.

“Merlin, that makes me sound lame… I’m thirty and I’ve never had anyone go down on me.” She said, her voice muffled by her hands, but all you did was shrug.

Sex wasn't a race; everyone could go at their own pace.

“So?”  You lifted her head, placing a hand on her cheek as you stared into her deep brown eyes, your heart catching in your chest... All of the good things in the world were behind those eyes, you were sure of it. “You’re also high ranking in the Ministry… You’ve had other priorities, that’s okay.”  She smiled, pressing her face into your hand as you cleared your throat... Okay... Okay, you could do this. “But I can also catch you up on that milestone right now, if you want.” You offered, and for a terrifying moment, she said nothing and then she looked away from you, neither of those being the things that you were hoping for.

“I…”  Her mouth opened and closed before she cleared her throat, looking at you nervously, her leg bouncing. “What if I taste weird?” You chuckled, shaking your head. If she did, that was no big deal, but you had pretty good faith that she was going to taste as good as she looked.

“You won’t.” You said, and she grimaced, shaking her head, clearly too lost in her own thoughts to listen to you.

“What if I do?” You gripped her chin, making her look you in the eyes, noting how she gasped and how her vision trained down on your lips.

Cute.

“You won’t.” You let out a shaky sigh, cupping her face once more. “Please, Hermione…” You slid down to your knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact as her eyes widened. “Please.” She bit back a moan, shaking her head as if she was in a trance before she looked up at the ceiling, puffing out her cheeks.

Just go for it, baby.

“Fuck… You… Look really good on your knees I never needed to know just how good you look on your knees…” Hermione gasped, and you chuckled, spreading her legs a little bit so that you could come between them, slipping your hands up her stomach, bunching her shirt up a bit as you rested your chin against her upper stomach.

“I’m begging you, Hermione.”  You pressed a kiss there. “Please.” She gasped heavily before nodding.

Fuck yes.

"Okay… Fine, okay.” You leaned up, pressing a kiss to her lips, swallowing her gasp as she tugged lightly at your hair, legs closing around you instinctually. “Mmm…” You pulled back, grinning at her.

"Figured starting with a kiss would be good-.”  She had a determined look as she pulled you in again, slipping her tongue between your lips, making you shiver. “Mmm…” You kissed down the side of her neck, hands slipping under her top to cup her breasts so that you could tug at her nipples harshly, feeling something in you release.

This was heavenly.

"Ha… Ohmygod… Fuck… Take my top off.” She gasped, and you nodded, pulling back to pull her top over her head, your mouth dropping open at the smooth, dark skin that was slowly exposed. You stared at her breasts, squeezing them in your hands, rolling her nipples between your fingers as you squirmed.

You wanted her forever.

"Jesus Christ…” You mumbled, and Hermione cleared her throat, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed.

“Stop staring.” You shook your head.

How the fuck were you supposed to look away from someone who was the definition of beauty.

“I can’t help it… I’m in awe of you.” You said, and Hermione shook her head, frowning.

"Stop..." You bent down, pulling a nipple between your teeth as she gasped, high and needy.

"No." You mumbled against her skin, your hands travelling lower to shuck her pajama shorts off. "I won't." You said firmly, pulling back to nudge her thighs open, your breath catching in your throat.

She was so wet, needy, and spread out for you.

"Fuck..." She whined, making you look her in the eyes... She was desperate, needy... Shy.

You sighed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"You're so wet." You pulled back, looking down as you did... You just couldn't take your eyes away from her. "Already so wet." You mumbled, tracing your fingers over her cunt, watching as they came away glistening even though you hardly even touched her...

Shit, this was gonna be so fucking good.

"Always am around you." Hermione mumbled, and you smirked, raising an eyebrow as you looked away from her cunt and back to her face.

"Is that so?" You asked, and she rolled her eyes, pushing your face away as your hand inched lower.

You wanted to be inside her.

"Get that look off your face, come on... Oh.... Fuck..." Hermione gasped, and you looked down, your own mouth dropping open when you realized that she'd taken your fingers so quickly that you'd hardly even been able to process it... She was so warm.

And so fucking wet. You slid your fingers out of her before slamming them back in, loving the gasp that came from her and the wet sound it made with each thrust.

This was heaven.

"Sorry, couldn't resist... You took my fingers like they were nothing." You breathed, ghosting a kiss over her lips as she whimpered, cupping your face to give you a serious look.

"Curl them." She said, and you furrowed your brows... You were almost sure that she meant for you to curl your fingers, but your brain was working at like... Maybe half of its normal power right now.

"Huh?"

"Curl them... And use your damn tongue." She groaned, her head hanging back on the couch as she spread her legs further, bringing her free hand behind your head to push your face between them, making you gasp into her cunt, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, the taste.

"Mmmph..." You groaned, sliding your tongue over her as you sighed, looping your free arm around her lower back as you nodded, curling your fingers deep inside of her, hearing her whimper as she ground on your face, a heavenly feeling that you were sure that no one would ever be able to replicate. "Taste so good." You mumbled, hearing Hermione let out a high whine.

"Holy fuck... Yes, yes just like that, please."

"So polite-." She tugged your hair hard, pulling you back in in the sexiest most non-Hermione way possible.

"Don't fucking stop." She groaned, which wasn't something that you needed to be told - you never wanted to stop anyway, there was no way that you'd just pull away with no reason.

"Mhm." She ground her hips against your face quicker, allowing you to bury your face in her cunt.

Fucking hell.

"So good, so fucking good... Better than... I ever... Fucking imagined." Hermione whined, and you smirked against her cunt, your ego soaring at the realization that Hermione had imagined you like this before... Part of you wanted to tease her, to ask exactly what she'd imagined, but you didn't want to stop right now, you were loving this too much.

"Ha." You groaned, lapping up her cunt as you curled deep inside her, feeling how she squeezed around you.

Good girl.

"Y/N..." Her voice was wrecked, sounding like she was moments away from cumming... Cum for me, cum for me... Please cum for me.

"'M cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming, oh my god..." She whined, grinding against your face as you let out a groan of relief, rubbing your thighs together to ease the burn there... You wanted to focus on her, not on your own arousal, overpowering as it was.

"Mmmm..." You kept going, desperate to feel her cum again as she whined, high and desperate, trying to run from your touch.

No. Don't. Don't run.

"Y/N, baby... Baby, I just... I'm so..." Her back arched as she scratched at your scalp, shuddering her way through another sudden orgasm. "Fuck!" You moaned heavily, pulling your fingers out of her so that you could pull her closer, not wanting to be done with her yet...

But she batted you away before you could.

"No more..." She mumbled, and you nodded, pulling back quickly as you looked up at her, seeing her chest rising and falling rapidly... Fuck, that'd been...

Well, it'd been amazing to you.

"How was that?" You asked, and she let out a lazy chuckle.

"Are you joking?" She mumbled, sounding exhausted in a way that made your heart swell with pride, but you didn't want to be premature - you wanted to make sure that you should really be proud right now.

Premature celebration would be a bit embarrassing.

"No. I wanna know." You said, wiping your mouth off carefully as you traced on her legs, trying to keep yourself calm. She uncovered her eyes, leaning forward a bit as she spoke, still looking dazed.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life." Hermione gasped, a large smile on her face as you kissed over her thighs, gently pulling her to your chest once you were seated beside her again, watching as she flicked her wand to bring a blanket over to the two of you, settling it over your entwined bodies.

"Good." She was quiet for a moment, pensive before she looked back up at you.

"Next time, you should let me get you off." Hermione said, and you raised an eyebrow.

Oh?

"Next time?" You asked and she snorted, nodding like that was a given.

"Obviously." She cupped your cheek, kissing you slowly before she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours. "I'm too smart to let you get away." She murmured and you grinned, nodding.

You weren't trying to leave.

[pow-pow1111]

Arcane character being jealous???

𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏𝙎 - 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮

Arcane x fem reader

Summary: they don’t like when you give attention to somebody other than them…

Includes: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ekko, Sevika

Note: I really hope you enjoy!!! Thank you so much for the request, anon!!! ♥

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Jinx

Vi

Caitlyn

Viktor

Jayce

Mel

Ekko

Sevika

[ncis-nerd]

first day

boss wanda maximoff x college student reader

about: y/n, a college student starts her new internship. she is off to a rough start but don't worry it gets better.

secrets untold au

You loved the fall, watching the leaves fall to the ground. The quiet simplicity of birds chirping, how they’d wake you up each and every morning. Every morning was a good morning in your head.

You were in on your way to work, a part time job as you were a college student. This “job” as you called it, was a paid internship with one of the most well-known film companies. Today was your first day there, you still couldn’t believe it.

Your heart raced as you approached the bold red stairs that led up to the tall building. You stood there for a moment, was this really happening? You thought to yourself as a woman with auburn hair bumped into you, causing you to stumble. You fell to the floor, your knee bleeding slightly. You groaned softly, looked at your skinned knee.

Your eyes glance up towards the tall woman in heels who had a frown on her face, you could tell she didn’t mean to do that. “Oh, I am so sorry honey.” She spoke, helping you off of the ground.

Her eyes trailed down to your bloody knee, she winced. “I have a first aid kit in my office, if you want?” She asked. You nodded, following behind her as she led you into the building.

Your eyes scan the room, there were a bunch of cubicles and a break room. This building didn’t feel like professional place of business though, the decorations felt homey in a sense. There were a bunch of pictures in frames, a lot of scenery and sunshines.

One photograph really caught your attention, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a picture of a really beautiful red-headed woman with green eyes. The woman hovered behind you, smiling at your interest in that specific image.

“You like that one?” She husked, her voice startling you slightly. You nod in response, “It’s such a good photograph, not just the quality but the woman in the picture as well.” Your eyes focused on all the little small details that could be missed by another’s eyes. Like the sparkle in the green eyes or the small grin in the photo that is hidden by an obvious frown.

“My wife. That’s my wife, I took that photograph myself. You think she’s pretty?” The woman smirked at you, your eyes notice the very obvious wedding band on her finger that you had not seen before.

You turn red, slightly embarrassed that you were fangirling over her wife, and her photo. You were impressed though, because it was such a good photo. “Aw, you getting shy on me sweetheart?” Her eyes burned into yours, it felt like she could see right into your soul.

Her eyes fall back onto your bruised knee, “Ah right, let’s go get that cleaned up.” She nodded, leading you to her office. Her office was huge, she had her own leather couch, fairy lights and even a wall mounted television. Your attention fell onto her shelf of cameras, which made sense since she said she took that photo from earlier.

She pulled a first aid kit out of her desk, “Come over here, will you dear?” She asked, digging through the bandaids and such. You sat on the couch, near her. Her hand brought your leg up, on top of her lap.

“This is going to sting a little” She hummed before wiping your knee with an alcohol pad. You groaned, feeling the intense sting. You were never one for pain, even the slightest amount would send you spirling. Which is why you were surprised that you were able to remain your composure before. But it’s like the woman could see right behind your wall, as tears started to form in your eyes.

She placed a bandaid on your knee, sealing the bruise after putting antibiotic cream on it. “All better.. Do you want me to kiss it better?” A warm smile creeped up on her face. You nodded shyly. That didn’t sound too bad, you thought.

The woman gently removed your leg from her lap, placing it back onto the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as to how she was going to kiss your knee if it was on your ground.

That’s when she stood up from the couch, crouching right in front of you as she made direct eye contact. As she got on her knees and kissed yours.

You could feel her warm lips on your knee, her hot breath tickling your knee. You groan softly, your heart fluttered. You couldn’t lie that she didn’t get you all flustered. She arose, helping you up.

“Well, you’re all fixed, sweetheart. Excuse my matters, I didn’t catch your name earlier? My name is Wanda Maximoff.” The auburn haired woman smiled.

You felt your heart drop when you came to the realization that this was THE Wanda Maximoff, as in your BOSS, Wanda Maximoff? This was not good..

“Y/N…. Y/L/N.” You mumbled softly, your eyes fell to your floor as you felt your gut drop.

"Oh? You’re Y/N, ah I was wondering where you were. You are my new intern. I bet we’ll be having a lot of fun together.” She chuckled, taking a seat at her desk.

Your eyes read her gold name plate on her desk. It read W. Maximoff.

[glamourscat]

DELPHINIUM | FEM! KAISER X READER X FEM! NESS PT 2

PT 1 | PT3 | PT4 | meine mädchen = my girls | liebling = darling | 2112 words | literally filled w smut from top to bottom | a vulnerable side to Kaiser, Ness and your dynamic and the confusion that tags along w it.

“Having fun without me?”

The amusement in Kaiser’s voice carried a bitter edge as she leaned against the doorway of your dorm room.

It was a hot summer night. Training was coming to an end as the season was reaching its closure and it's been over a month since you, Kaiser and Ness started sleeping together.  You still had no idea what dynamic the two had. Girlfriends? An open relationship? You didn’t know and didn’t care to know.

You told yourself it would only be a one time thing. After that afternoon in the changing room, you tried to ignore them. But if it was hard before, between their relentless teasing during training and the way they haunted your dreams with erotic illusions, it is even worse now. Resisting was useless; the more you tried, the more you were drawn to them.

Every insult, every argument, every sharp word was just an excuse to shove your tongue down their throats. Kaiser’s hands were always on you and Ness’s lips were never far behind. From sneaking off before and after practice for heated make out sessions to weekend spend in each other’s beds and unexpected encounters in the showers, they were all over you. And you were all over them

Which led to tonight. July 15th, 10 PM. Too warm to go out despite it being a Friday. Too tired from training. But not sore enough, apparently, to stop Ness from pounding into you with reckless abandon with her pink strap on.

Filthy. That was the only way to describe it. Legs spread and held firm by her hands as she moved her hips with such coordination and precision you were unable to shut your mouth. A mix of whines, pleas and cries coming out, too consumed by pleasure to care about Kaiser’s watchful gaze burning into your skin.

“Kaiser—” Ness panted, starting to slow, but Kaiser cut her off.

“No, don’t stop.” Her voice was husky, dripping with sarcasm. “By all means, continue. Put on a show for me since you two want to act like dogs in heat.”

The mocking tone should have pissed you off, but the way she said it, so smooth, so taunting, had your breath hitching instead. Maybe you truly were a slut, damn. 

“Isn’t that right?” She gripped your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet hers. “Look at you, pathetic little thing. Can barely talk.” While Ness started her thrusts again, deeper this time.

“S’so good—”

“I should think so, considering you’re spread out like a slut for Ness. Taking her cock so well.”

Shameless, you moan at her words, as your hands reach for her, pulling her into a messy kiss. Her hand found your breast, fingers pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper.

“You're going to punish us, aren’t you?” you mutter breathlessly.

Kaiser’s mouth curled into a smirk, that dangerous smile, that was so beautiful as it  could be cruel at times.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, liebling,” she whispered, voice dripping with sarcasm before kissing your neck. “I had been looking for you two for over an hour—”

“Kaiser—” Ness tried again, but one sharp look from the blonde shut her up.

“It was rather– rude, leaving me hanging at the spot we agreed on… only to find you two like this. Cute, sure. But I am going to enjoy what’s coming next.”

KAISER'S POV

It’s just sex. Just a game. But why does it feel like she’s been left out?

Maybe it’s because she had waited over an hour, expecting them to show, only to be ignored. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the fact that, for once, she wasn’t the one in control. For once, there’s someone, you, who dares to go against her. And it's a feeling that's both maddening and thrilling at the same time. She wants to kiss you until you both are breathless, until you’re too pussy drunk to even think about your name. But there’s a tiny part in her that wants to push you away. To take control once again. To have Ness look at her like she is looking at you now. 

How naturally Ness and you move together, how Ness’s focus is entirely on you and it irks her more than she wants to admit. Because how is she— she did not even know Ness had it in her. The way she moves her hips. The way she is taking control, moving, moaning, whispering filthy praises in your ear. It’s all so… wrong? No, that’s what you all had wanted now for a while, no? Besides, it’s not like Ness and her were girlfriends to begin with. She was nothing more than a passtime. And yet, the sight in front of her, made her eye twitch, her jaw slightly stiffed. She couldn't, or more likely she refuses, to think actually why. 

Her nails dig into her palms, something ugly twisting in her stomach. She hates it. A mix of anxiety mixed with anger and a bit of arousal, screaming at her to join in. The way Ness moves her hips. The way she whispers filthy praises in your ear. The way your body writhes under her touch.

That should be her pulling those sounds from you.

“Kaiser?” Ness’s voice breaks through her thoughts. Softer now. Almost pleading. “Please?”

“Please what?” she responds back, too bitterly. Too firmly, despite trying to conceal her actual feelings.

Ness hesitates, the movements have stopped and you let out a pathetic whine in protest, despite your body twitching in tiredness, it still craved for more. And your mind was almost too far gone to actually register what’s going on, too lost in the pleasure Ness had been giving you.

“Can you take over please? My legs are sore” Ness whines, her breathing panting. As the girl seems on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. 

Kaiser exhales slowly, stepping forward, her voice smooth but laced with unspoken authority. “Since you two were fine without me earlier, why should I touch you now?”

Ness whines, almost begging. “Please. My legs are sore.. Kaiser–” She pulls away from you, pulling out the strap, earning a needy quiet protest from your lips.

Kaiser grips her chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You look a little too pleased with yourself, liebling.” A sharp smirk. “What? Did you think you could misbehave and not suffer the consequences?”

She steps back, letting her gaze linger on both of you. Then, slowly, she tugs at the waistband of her shorts.

“On your knees. Both of you.”

NESS'S POV

Of course this was going to happen. Of course, Kaiser had to take control her way, as per usual. Not that she minded, but she could tell something deeper was going on. Both you and Ness lay back on the bed now, hands tied up above your heads. The hands off rule is one that truly sucks. Especially for someone like Ness, who loved to squeeze, to touch and to hold during sex. 

So, being tied up as Kaiser makes both you and her stay still while she rotates who to tease merciless… It's hell and heaven at the same time. Ness’s hands itch to squeeze your body, trying to wriggle out of the tie that holds her hands in place, but in vain. Kaiser hasn’t given you two permission to touch each other, or her, for that matter yet. 

Kaiser drags her lips slowly over Ness’s body, mapping every spot she knows will make the brown hair girl go crazy while completely ignoring you. 

Ness is quiet but not a fool. She knows that Kaiser’s jealousy isn’t just about sex. She’s seen the way Kaiser looks at you when she thinks no one is watching. The way her blue eyes trails on your form slightly longer than necessary. Ness had never seen her so… captivated by someone. She looked like… she had seen magic. And she couldn't find it in her to disagree. You are magic. There's something different in this dynamic, something dangerous. If before she had not dared going against Kaiser’s word and wishes, now with you in this, she feels almost a need to do so. To rebel. To take control. To be the one who does the act instead of always receiving. 

Which is why, when Kaiser finally steps back and her mouth opens to degrade her, a switch turns on in her brain. 

“Look at you. Can barely speak. You really are pathetic, huh?” as a small laugh left the blonde’s lips. “You’re close again, aren’t you? Too bad. You don’t get to cum until I say so. Not until you’re a pleading mess, pet.”

“Kaiser—stop.” Ness’s voice was firm. Making both you and Kaiser take a double look at the girl.

Kaiser pauses, confusion flickering across her features for just a second. “What? – What do you mean stop?”

Ness doesn’t waver. “I said stop.”

Kaiser studies her, fingers dragging along Ness’s cheek. Her touch is slow, teasing almost, as she focuses on a particular mole Ness has on her cheek. Her expression is unreadable.

“Stop being a twat.” Ness says, her voice a breathy command. “Kiss me.”

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Ness kisses Kaiser with a hunger that feels almost desperate. Her hand no longer confined in the tie, desperately goes in Kaiser’s hair pulling and twirling the blonde locks, as the two moan and kiss as if they had been starving for each other. It was mesmerising watching the scene. It was so raw with passion as Kaiser unconsciously started grinding against Ness and Ness.. well she was letting loose like she had never before. Actually taking control of the movements, as her hands go on Kaiser’s hips to help her. To guide her hips like Ness likes. 

You’re so lost in watching them that you forget your hands are still tied until their laughter breaks the moment. Kaiser reaches over, undoing the tie, smirking.

“Poor thing. She’s tired,” she teases.

“Don’t just sit there,” Ness murmurs, fingers tracing your lip. “Join us.”

Kaiser pulls you closer, her blue eyes steady onto yours. For a moment, there’s something there, something soft, fleeting. A small silence stretches on, as if she was getting ready to speak, her features strangely soft. But that did not happen. Instead she huffs, her head moves to hide in your shoulder and before you could tease her, her teeth sank in your shoulder biting you. 

“Oi! What the hell?!” you gasp in confusion, involuntary going to grip her wrists as if to anchor yourself.

You were expecting for her to snap back, to cuss you off. Instead a soft, real laugh fills the air. You and Ness exchange a look, as Kaiser pulls back her head and her soft lips find yours and Ness’s lips at the same time. A slow kiss that despite the softness it held, it was so beautifully arousing and intoxicating. 

Kaiser pulls back, smirking. “Hope you two are ready for round two. I’m not done playing with meine mädchen just yet.” 

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The room was hot, a mix of sweat, the warm summer night heat, the smell of sex still lingering in the air and now the cigarette that Kaiser had just lit. Her figure, hair up with a clip and a loose dark blue silky robe, embraced her body as she stood by the slightly open window. Her eyes watch yours and Ness's figure, still laying on the messy bed.

The way that Ness traces soft patterns on your hip, while you're close to doze off. She doesn’t say anything, the inhale and exhales of her cigarette fill the silence of the room. She likes seeing you two like this, spent, satisfied, hers. It was maddening. It was confusing as hell and she had no time nor want to reflect upon what this means. That's what she keeps telling herself, at least.

She can tell that you aren’t fully asleep. That you are watching her with half-lidded eyes, exhaustion keeping you from questioning when she will come back on the bed to snuggle with you and Ness. Ness meets Kaiser's gaze, something unreadable in her expression as she keeps her fingers ghosting over your skin absentmindedly.

"You're scared," she almost says, but she doesn't. Ness knows. Kaiser knows too. It's like an unspoken secret between the two of them.

Ness turns to face you once more, pressing a kiss to your temple, pretending not to notice the way Kaiser's jaw clenches one last time. Snuggling by your side as her eyes finally close, welcoming Hypnos with open arms.

pt 3? ;)

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[megalomaniacz]

bad communication with asshole rich!abby who you’d been “fake dating” for a couple months. she sees you walk over to someone at a party and feels her heart sink when that model bitch ex comes over to her. this is what she wanted, right? to make her jealous. so why does she feel completely crushed when the girl whispers something alluding to your infidelity in her ear. “you deserve better babe. you deserve me, let’s get back together….” lingers in the air as she rushes out into the street. loosening the buttons on her dress shirt and holding her chest like her heart might fall out if she doesn’t.

you’re right behind her, purse in hand, necklace with her name in a heart dancing as you rush to catch her. “abagail, what’s the matter? where are you going?”

“don’t fucking call me that. my name is abby, i told you i hate being called that. my dad calls me that.”

you know that. you’ve met her father and he adored you. she used to sigh or roll her eyes when you called her abagail. tease you that ‘abby is just so much easier to scream’. but you were seeing something different in her eyes in this moment. out near the busy street, up against the wall. you try to move closer to her but she scoots away. “don’t.”

“what’s going on-“

“did you sleep with your ex? at any time during this? i mean, that’s so fucking low you don’t even understand-“

you’re so shocked that you can barely find the words to reply. “what? no. i wouldn’t do that to you abby. i wouldn’t do that to us.”

and you can see that she doesn’t want to say what she does next, but she feels like you’re lying. she’s blinded by rage. she feels embarrassed and stupid for ever falling for you, even if she knew deep down that that’s what she’d eventually end up doing. because, damn are you easy to fall in love with. she can’t even look at you.

“there is no us. helena wants me back, anyway. let’s just go our seperate ways. you can keep all the shit i got you, you desperately needed it because you are a fucking mess.”

and words burn. they sink under skin. they leave a mark, but this? this was a knife to the chest, twenty times in the same spot. this was enough to erase the budding love you’d grown for her. enough to make the memory of her lips on yours, skin on yours, agonizing. you felt like she’d just killed and buried you. all you can do is wrap your hand around the necklace, rip it off with all your might and cry.

[teddykisser]

Protective & Possessive

Part 2 to Our Little Family

Beautiful Things

Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, Kissing, Fluff, Mean Remarks, Secret Pregnancy, Protective Rolline, Posessive Reader, Massage, Dead Bodies, Suggestive Themes, Horny Reader, Brief D/S Dynamic Mention, Slight Smut Towards End.

You were back at work the next day. Your lunch break spent in Olivia's office. You rested your hands on your stomach, in awe that there was really a baby in there.

Olivia sat at her desk, admiring you. A soft smile was present on her face as you touched your stomach. Olivia herself was still in shock that you were pregnant.

She gently turned your head back up to meet hers, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking at you. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly, still holding your waist.

Her gaze fell onto you.

"Mhm, better get back out there.." You nodded, beginning to detach yourself from her arms.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." Olivia added.

You closed the door behind you as you watched Rollins return from her break.

"Hi Y/N" She smiled, sitting at her desk.

"Hey Manda, what's new?" You spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"There's been a break in the case" Munch interrupted.

As Munch briefed the team, Olivia focused on the work in front of her. She was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was still thinking about earlier, thinking about you being pregnant with her child. The thought alone filled her with warmth. She knew this would be something she'd be thinking about for the rest of the day.

The case required the team to go into the field. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag to follow everyone else into action. The case wasn't too bad, thankfully. She walked with the team, making sure to keep an eye on you throughout. She couldn't help but be a bit protective, especially knowing that you were now carrying a baby, her baby.

There was a dead body that had been dead for a few days so it had a rancid smell. You tried to resist gagging and keep your composure. This action didn't go unnoticed by Liv.

She saw your expression as you saw the body and inched closer to you. Olivia placed her hand on your back, rubbing it gently. "You okay, dear?" She asked. She didn't want you to be too stressed, especially now. She was a bit concerned for your health.

"Y-Yeah.. it's just the s-smell" You admitted, whispering in her ear. You didn't want the rest of the team to know the news just yet. Didn't wanna jinx it.

Olivia nodded and kept a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles with her thumb, trying to comfort you. "Oh. My love.. It's going to be alright. Just breathe for me, okay?" She knew the next few months wouldn't be easy for you but it will be so worth it.

"You alright, Y/N? It's not your first dead body, is it?" Munch remarked, his eyes judging you.

Olivia looked up, her eyes glared at the other detective. This wasn't the time or place for jokes. She moved her hand from your back, instead putting it on your stomach, rubbing it softly. "It's alright," she reassured you, ignoring the other detective's comment.

"You know she's one of the younger agents leave her alone" Rollins spoke, referring to your age. Rollins was very motherly to you, and protective of you so she came to your rescue.

"Thank you, Amanda" Olivia turned to Rollins, giving her a nod. She hated when her teammates made comments that were just insensitive. She knew they didn't mean to be rude, but now was certainly not the time. The captain kept her hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"In public?" You mouthed, refering to Liv's hand caressing your stomach. You didn't want your team to find out and this was a dead giveaway.

Olivia knew what you meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective and wanted everyone to know, but she also wasn't quite ready for anyone to know yet. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone put the pieces together. "You're doing so well, don't worry about the others." She whispered, trying to reassure you.

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The team had returned back to the office, wrapping up the case. You were in Olivia's office, relaxing. The team knew of your relationship with the captain but they didn't know that you two were trying to have a child.

Olivia's hovered behind you, her hands working the knots in your shoulder. "You're so tense, my love.." Olivia spoke softly.

You closed your eyes, lending your hand back slightly. A quiet groan escaped from your lips.

"That's it baby, let it all out" Olivia encouraged. Her lips ghosted your neck.

"You're such a good girl, my best girl" She praised.

You stood up, backing Liv against the wall. Your gaze darkened, you bit your lip as your hand found it's way around her neck.

"Shh.. Gotta keep quiet Captain.." You smirked, you sucked on the skin on her neck, taking it between your teeth.

"Mine" You whimpered against her.

Olivia couldn't lie, she was turned on by your possessiveness, and slightly curious of where it came from. She wasn't complaining though.

"B-baby.. we're a-at work" She reminded you, trying to keep her composure and not submit to you. She didn't want to give up her power but God you felt so good against her.

"Mmm.. don't you want this Liv.." Yiu mumbled against her, your other hand snaked down to her stomach, resting just below her pants.

"We're still at work, we'll have time for this later." Olivia added gently, pulling your face away from her neck.

"Benson! Y/L/N!" A voice exclaimed from the briefing room.

Olivia jumped, pulling away from you. She straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair to mess it around a bit so there wasn't as much evidence of what had just happened.

[calummss]

Eye of the Beholder | Penelope Featherington

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summary: you had liked penelope for as long as you could remember and watched her change for someone else. at least so you thought

pairing: sapphic! penelope featherington x lesbian! reader

words: 1k

a/n: i <3 penelope sm and needed a wlw imagine so bad. spent 1 hour on this so if it’s bad i apologise but it’s 4am and i couldn’t sleep without finishing this story

“Pen!” You called out from the Featherington’s hallway. “Make haste, we are already late. Madame Delacroix promised us those fabrics from Paris and I am in desperate need of new garments.”

Farleigh raised her eyebrows at you but remained silent as she glanced up the stairs to see if Penelope had heard the lady shout from downstairs; improper manners but being late to an appointment was far more rude.

Penelope eventually made it downstairs wearing her bright yellow dress. Penelope hated the citrus colours her mamma always had her wear. You thought it rather suited her. It was a happy colour indeed and she looked the kindest in them. The details were too much—you agreed with Pen on that but she looked beautiful in any colour. How could she not? She had hair, orange like the sunsets over London; rosy cheeks that matched her fiery hair; when she was embarrassed or vexed, feeling too hot or cold, the apples of her cheeks would shine bright alike. She was so very bewitching but you could never tell her. It was unheard of—a woman in love with another? No one ever even uttered a word of queer affections. So you stayed silent and admired her from afar.

“Ready?”

“Indeed.” She beamed, taking your arms and headed towards the carriage that waited outside.

At the Modiste you eyed a pink fabric that Madame Delacroix had laid out for you. Pink like little piglets and flowers, decorated with the most marvellous design of glitter. Penelope had strayed away from the citrus colour and asked Madame Delacroix for the latest fabric from Paris that weren’t orange or yellow.

“Do you think it wise to alter your mamma’s signature colours?” You asked.

“I simply do not understand her fixation on citrus colours. ‘Happy’ colours indeed but it makes me look washed out. Sick even. It is not for me.”

“I think you look pretty.”

“You might be the only one in Mayfair who thinks so.”

“I doubt so,” you walked towards the mirror to stand opposite Penelope, “but if you must know, those colours Madam Delacroix chose rather suit you quite well..”

“You think so?” You swear you saw a tinkle in her eyes.

“Yes.”

Madame Delacroix promised Penelope six new gowns, one to be done in two days time just in time for Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. It was both Pen’s and yours third season out with no prospects to show. Either men were too interested in you or not. Believed you to be some kind of dog they could just tell about. And with your conveyed feelings you weren’t even quite sure you wanted a love match with a man. A woman sounded much more pleasing but out of reach. Your family; your papa, mamma and younger sister knew of your unwise choices and savoured the word of acceptance over and over again but that it was a fantasy that could never be real. That you had to marry a man and that it would be easier to forget. Society liked women in brothels that performed together. Was queer love only good for the pleasure of others?

It was even harder knowing that Penelope felt for Colin Bridgerton. He barely eyed her and yet her affections were in a box with a key only he could open. Penelope had grown more silent on the matter and not staring too much out of her window. It was odd for Pen not to stare into Bridgerton house but you couldn’t blame her. A flame only lasted so long.

At the ball you had waited by the food table in hopes of Penelope finding you. The two of you enjoyed being stuck to the wall and observing the ton. The most peculiar things did happen when one thought no one was around to see. You saw the Featherington’s arrive when you noticed that Penelope hadn’t taken her cape off and when the staff helped her remove it, Pen stood on top of the stairs like a fallen angel. The green complimented her well. Well was an understatement. It was unmatched. You weren’t even able to get to Pen as the suitors went up one by one.

When the suitors did eventually leave, Cressida had walked up in the same moment and you saw her purposely edging the heel of her foot into her fabric so that when Pen tried to come towards you, her gown had ripped.

“How mortifying! I am so clumsy. My deepest apologies.” She said, cruelty marking her every word.

Penelope stared at you and without warning rushed outside. You followed her after telling Cressida off, hoping she would one day learn her lesson.

Outside Pen started weeping, a sight you wished you wouldn’t have to witness.

“Pen, I am so sorry.”

“I am the laughing stock of the ton even when I change my entire wardrobe!”

“You didn’t have to change to begin with.”

“All night I waited to be noticed. To be admired but who could I blame?” She let out a concealed sigh with a laugh.

“Pen,” you grabbed her hands, “I saw Colin look at you. I am very sure he was engaged by your charm.”

“Colin?” Pen pulled her hands back. “Who said I’m talking about Colin?”

“Are we not?” You asked carefully.

“No, I am talking about you!” She shouted, her chest rising and falling.

“What?” You mumbled.

“All day,” she breathed out, “I waited to be beholden by you. To see you gaze at me in a way that is considered forbidden but you didn’t.”

“I—“

“Nevermind, I should have never said what I said. I’m-a-fool-and-should’ve-stayed-quiet-and—“

“Shut up.” You muttered before kissing Penelope.

A momentarily calmness came over Penelope as she melted into the kiss. You had grabbed her by the face and pulled her in. Her hands held your wrists and she kissed you back so softly, unsure if the kiss was reality or fantasy.

“You have kissed me,” Pen pulled back.

“Shouldn’t I have?”

“I’m not sure, I—“

“Kiss me again.”

And she did. With the same tenderness as before as you nervously waited for the carriage to arrive and to take you two home.

[s4pphicghost]

doing ellies eyeliner ⋆｡˚ ❀

first post !! hope you guys will like it <3 (im sorry for mistakes, english is not my first language) feel free to correct me/give advice!!

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your girlfriend frowned and crossed her arms at your words. "seriously? me and makeup?” she looked at you doubtfully. "yes!!" you cried out happily, “i’d really like to see how eyeliner would look on you.. please, ellie”, you looked at her with a soft, sweet look, trying to mentally convince her. the girl rolled her eyes jokingly. you were so excited by the idea, she just couldn’t upset you with refusal.

“okay..”, she sat on the bed, leaning on her hands and watching in a relaxed position as you rummaged through your makeup bag with enthusiasm. “gonna sit on my lap?” ellie grinned playfully. “only if it makes you more comfortable” you glanced at her and sat on her lap. she wrapped her arms around your waist and looked into your eyes. her touch sent pleasant goosebumps across your skin. you placed your hands on her cheeks and she leaned into your hands… you couldn’t help but smile. “close your eyes and don’t open until i tell you to”

ellie obediently closed her eyes. you spent a few seconds admiring your girl: freckles randomly scattered across her face, cute thick eyebrows and that scar... the features that made her stand out. you stared long enough, she realized what was happening, smiling without opening her eyes. noticing her reaction, you got down to business. you carefully traced the tip of your eyeliner along her lash line, trying not to move too fast. such thick and dark eyelashes, they always impressed you and you loved it. silence filled the room. you were so close to her, you could hear and feel her breath on your hands. the moment felt kind of intimate, it made you slightly nervous. your fingertips gently stroke the girl’s cheeks. she seemed very calm and relaxed, unlike you. ellie frowned when your movements became more confident, her eyelids twitched from your touch out of habit. you accidentally moved your hand with the eyeliner in the wrong direction. “fuck..” you whispered through a dissatisfied sigh and stood up from her. "whats wrong?" the absence of you in ellies hands, even for a few moments, upset the girl.

“you’re twitching too much, the line is crooked..” you returned to her lap with a cotton swab in your hands. she raised her head again. "too ticklish." she said sharply, her voice filled with playful annoyance. you carefully wiped away the crooked line of the eyeliner, trying not to press too hard on her thin skin. “be patient a little longer baby”, you kissed her forehead softly and again did your best trying to draw perfect lines. the girl put her hands back on your waist and squeezed a little, pulling you closer. she smirked in satisfaction, without opening her eyes. you melted under her touch, but you tried to keep your hand strong and make confident movements, even if your hands were a little shaky. after a few minutes of suffering, you got more or less accurate triangles. “open your eyes..” you closed your eyeliner and looked at your girlfriend with admiration. she frowned a little “ugh, this thing tightens the skin..”

you smirked contentedly and placed your hands on her shoulders. “you look so cute.. i knew this shape would suit you.” the girl smiles back at you, happy that you are happy with the result. “you’re such a pro”. “you didn’t even see it!”, you exclaimed, quickly got up from her lap and ran for the mirror. "here.." the girl was slightly surprised by her reflection. “wow.. this is really good,” she said, looking at herself from different angles. the eyeliner really did highlight her eye shape well and the forest green color of her eyes seemed to pop out more. “im surprised i even like it". a smile spread across your face and you began peppering your girlfriend’s face with endless amount of soft, small kisses. she laughed softly, feeling the warmth of your lips that made her blush a bit. her arms are wrapped tightly around your waist.

"what's next? you’re gonna dress me in your evening dress?” she asked jokingly through your nonstop kisses. you paused for a couple of seconds and looked at her. the delight on your face made it clear to ellie that she just made a big mistake. her eyes widened with slight embarrassment. "oh fuck no..."

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i would be really grateful for any feedback!! ty<3

[ashlynlovestlou]

ellie fucking you in the middle of the night <3

cw: smut , nsfw , men dni , strap usage , reader sits on ellie's face , dom! ellie , sub! reader , kinda vanilla , reader and ellie's relationship is a secret , y/n used (im sorry) , sitting on ellie's face

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the problem is, you dont want to keep things casual. you said it because it felt like a thing you should say when you start fucking your best friend. now, you're lying in bed wearing ellie's shirt, wishing shed sneak down the stairs and crawl in with you.

you try to talk yourself out of it so many times. you'd already almost got caught once. but your body doesn't care and neither does your heart. you want her hands in your hair, her warm skin against your own.

which is why you creep through a dark house and up the stairs, keeping to the edges to avoid any creaking that might wake up joel. one peek into his room at the top of the stairs and you see him sprawled like a starfish. your lips curve up at the sight and then you very, very gently shut his bedroom door before padding down to the secondary bedroom as the opposite end of the hallway.

the door is closed and no light shines from beneath. you twist the handle and walk right in. her curtains are open and ambient light from outside filters in through the massive windows. the door clicks shut behind you and you walk across to the king-sized bed. much like joel, she is all long, muscular limbs stretched out in the middle.

unlike joel, you don't turn away.

you press one knee onto the mattress and crawl in her direction. ellie's breaths are deep, and the entire bed has a faint sandalwood smell. you think you'd settle for just lying here beside her, breathing her in.

instead, you kneel at her side. soaking her in, so relaxed. she looks younger—more carefree—like this.

with one hand, you trail the tip of your fingers over her lips—just like you did every time joel had his back on the two of you. a simple gesture, just to remind her you were there, even if it was for a moment.

ellie's big strong hand flies up, steely fingers wrapping around your wrist, "y/n."

it's not a question. she knows it's you.

"hi."

"what are you doing?" she asks from behind closed eyes.

"touching you."

her lips curve up into a sinful smile, "i thought you wanted to keep things casual in front of joel."

"right." you whisper, "it's just that i thought about it and decided being casual is overrated. i want you to touch me too."

a raspy chuckle spills from her as her green eyes open and dive into your own. chills erupt from the back of your neck, racing down your spine and over your arms.

"so, what now?" she asks beneath a quirked brow.

"i don't know." you suddenly feel nervous. you snuck up there with no plan, only knowing you wanted to be close to her, "do you want me to leave?"

she stares at you extra hard now. it's borderline unnerving. the weight of her stare. the way your stomach flip-flops under her attention. you've never felt this way before.

"no, y/n. i want you up here." her voice is soft and deep as she reaches for you. broad hands circle your waist and you squeal as she hauls you on to her, so you're straddling her torso.

"gonna need you to be quiet, baby." she murmurs as her palms slide up over your quads, tips of her fingers dipping inside your underwear at your hips.

all you can do is nod, lick your lips, and watch how good her hands look roaming over your body.

"n-now what?" you practically stutter.

"now you're going to hold on tight to that headboard, sit on my face, and try to keep your mouth shut while i make you come."

before you can respond, she's moved you up, yanked the gusset of you panties to the side, and has her tongue in your pussy.

you gasp and fall forward, holding the headboard like she instructed, more out of needing something to hold on to than because you're good at following directions.

your head falls back when her teeth graze you clit. she palms your ass and holds you close, like she's eating her favorite fruit. her eagerness does nothing but drive you even more wild.

"hmmm," you hum, trying to cover for the string of expletives currently sitting on the tip of your tongue. your thighs shake with the strain of holding yourself over her and fingers dig in hard.

ellie pulls away, only to grumble at you in that deep tone. "baby, i said be quiet. and stop being polite. i told you to sit on my face." the hand gripping your underwear yanks you down hard so that you're fully seated.

she sucks your clit and your body bows into her. her hand slides up from your ass, over your hip, stomach, and up to your breast, where she gently caresses you. she holds you. touches you.

she gives your nipple a good, firm twist that has you gasping and grinding against her mouth. all the response you get is a satisfied growl against your core as she continues to lick, and suck, and tease.

you ride her shamelessly. she told you to stop being polite, and so you do. you lose yourself in the sensation, the feel of her skin on yours. the smell of her wrapped around you.

there's something empowering in asking for what you want. to be touched when you want. and you're drunk on that—drunk on her—when everything inside you clenches. when that pressure builds so quickly, so intensely, you can't hold back... you shatter.

you feel like you blew apart into a million little pieces. your skin is hot, your eyelids feel heavy. and as much as you try to stay quiet, you can't.

her hand shoots up over your mouth and you slump into it, using her arm to prop yourself up while you cling to the headboard.

"ellie," you whisper as she moves you down. her limbs are moving and there's fabric rustling around you, but you're too incoherent to keep up, "ellie."

"y/n, baby. i told you to stay quiet."

your brain is too addled to care. "more." you fold yourself over her, dropping your head into the crook of her neck and kissing her there. your teeth graze over the lobe of her ear, and you realize she's removed her boxers while you blacked out. and, she had put on her strap that she conveniently kept in her nightstand.

"more?"

you nod, feeling her throat move against your forehead as he swallows. "more."

her hands move firmly, all business, as she removes your underwear. then she sits up, leaning against the headboard and taking you with her.

you can feel her hard length propped against your ass as she positions the two of you.

her eyes stay on your face as she reaches down to grip the hem of her shirt. the one she gave you to sleep in when she walked you to the guest room door and told you it might help you miss her less. right before she smirked that annoying, i'm-right-and-you-know-it smirk of hers.

she wasn't, though. which is why you're here.

your body coils with anticipation again as ellie's gaze rakes over your bare skin.

her hands roam slowly yet purposefully. over your arms, your collarbones. reading you like braille. you think she's always been able to, and you just didn't know it.

"i'm not sure you can handle more, baby." she kisses your chest as your hands move in tandem, feeling her in a way you didn't get to earlier. "you're not very good at keeping quiet."

"i'll be good," you murmur, grinding your pussy back on her and feeling her steely silicon dick twitch against your ass.

suddenly her lips are on your nipples and your hands are raking through her hair. she reaches between the two of you, urging you up onto your knees, you move obediently, and in return, you're rewarded by the sensation of her faux cock sliding against your pussy.

back and forth. back and forth. your eyes flutter shuts she tortures you. one hand grips your shoulder while the other is fisted around her length. you swivel your hips, feeling her crown notch inside you.

"goddamn, honey. you're even better than i fucking dreamed," she mutters roughly. then she shoves herself in, and you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. because no one and nothing has ever felt this good.

your eyes snap open as your body adjusts. the light sight of her taking you so roughly has the blood thrumming through your veins at a rapid pace. your heart pounding even harder than before.

you stare at each other. her cock is buried deep inside you his.

"move, y/n. show me how bad you want it."

your pelvis undulates because you do want it. you lift and you drop back down, feeling every thick inch of her as you do. reveling in the way her eyes widen before taking on a more hooded appearance.

what starts off slow and deliberate comes apart at the seams. hands that were searching are now gripping.

breathing that was even is now choppy. everything is hot and damp as you writhe together in silence.

you don't need words. they wouldn't do justice to something that feels like this anyway.

"you're gonna come on my cock now, aren't you, baby?" she growls roughly, breathlessly, against your ear. your body shudders in response. "i can tell. your eyes give it away, even in the dark. then every muscle on you goes all tight. you ride me so damn hard. so eager. so warm. so fucking tight."

you're so full of her. her words. her body. it's too much, and right when youre about to go barreling over that edge again, she kisses you soundly, swallowing the sound of you screaming her name as you come.

with a fist full of your hair, she pumps into you hard.

spilling herself, filling you up thoroughly right as your orgasm rocks you. flays you. leaves you slumped in her arms, desperately trying to catch your breath.

you don't know how long the two of you stay like that. you straddling her lap, her cock snugly inside you, clinging to each other and kissing. slow, languid, deliberate kisses that make your throat ache with their tenderness. eventually they slow and ellie tolls you off her carefully.

always carefully. even when she's rough with you, shes so damn intentional. you feel nothing short of pampered with her. and when she gets up to retrieve a warm washcloth, the point is only driven further home.

"what are you doing?" you breathe the words, trying to stay quiet as she comes to kneel between your splayed legs.

"taking care of you."

the warm cloth swipes over your swollen core and you let out a soft moan. "you don't need to do that."

she continues wiping you gently. "but i want to."

you're struck silent by such a simple sentence.

you lie in ellie's bed, letting her take care of you. and when she's finished, she lifts the covers, crawls in behind you, and holds your body against hers all night long.

[ghxst-guts]

「 ✦ Take Me To Bed ✦ 」

relationship: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: oral (r receiving), pet names, mentions of subspace, breastplay, light degradation (r receiving), praise (r receiving), oral fixation, nonverbal r, cuddling, aftercare, tickling, mommy kink.

words: 161

18+, minors & men dni

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wanda's tongue hovered over your bud, she flicked and abused your nipple with her mouth. taking the other in her hand, tracing light circles around it. "bunny, stay still" wanda grunted, feeling you twist below her.

you were trying your best to stay still but it was so damn hard with all wanda was doing to your body. "bunny, i thought i said to let me do all the thinking. i don't want you worrying your pretty little head about anything. just focus on my lips, baby." wanda sighed, seeing your spaced out eyes.

god, you were so perfect and she just wanted to treat her little baby with caution but the other, darker part of her wanted to use her fucktoy and fuck you deeper into subspace.

your shaky breaths brought her back, you were so cute. she smirked when she saw you biting your lip to stiffle your moans, "baby, i wanna hear you" she groaned, bringing her hand up to your lip. parting the two with a swipe of her thumb. you took this as a sign to suck on it.

you had an oral fixation and wanda loved it, she loved using your pretty little mouth. she felt your tongue wrap around her finger but she had other plans. "bunny, can i get my finger back, pretty girl? hm?" wanda cooed. your tongue spat out her finger. she chuckled softly "such a good girl!" wanda praised, her hands running down your sides.

her touches light as a feather, it sent a chill down your spine. your eyes fixated on her breasts. wanda smiled, seeing your glossy eyes stuck on her chest. "is there something you want, bunny?" wanda raised an eyebrow. your eyes still on your girlfriend's chest. 

wanda's gaze soften, realizing how deep you might be in subspace. wanda rested a hand on your cheek, "hey pretty girl, can you use your words for me? show mommy that you can use your words, babygirl" wanda whispered against you.

no response fills the silence, wanda's hand scratches your scalp. you sigh softly, as she shifts on the bed, pulling you against her chest. "we're done playing right now, bunny. you were so good for me, baby." wanda leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

wanda didn't want to push your boundaries so she decided this was a good place to stop for tonight. you were her best girl and she loves you more than you'll ever know.

you nuzzled your head against her chest, burying your face in the crook of her neck. this warmed wanda's heart, to see your clinginess. how you want to be closer to her- even though it wasn't physically possible.

wanda sighed softly, in contempt. everything was perfect, she had her girl in her arms and in her favorite headspace.

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wanda's tongue swiped her finger as she turned to the next page in her book. her finger pushed up her reading glasses. you shuffled in her arms, you eyes fluttered against her. your head rose from her neck. wanda smiled at your sleepy demeanor, as you brought your hands up to rub your eyes. you yawned softly.  “ah, ah, ah! that's not good for your eyes, bunnny.” wanda spoke, you pouted in response. “come on baby, don't want you to damage your eyes.” wanda groaned. 

your pout faded, replaced with a goofy grin. wanda raised a hand to give you head scratches. you sighed softly against her. wanda picked up her book mark, marking where she left off and placed her book down on her nightstand. “what's got you smiling, my baby?” wanda hummed. 

“you! you look so adorable with your little reading glasses and your book!” you giggled. “oh? am i the cute one, bunny?” wanda cooed, her hands finding their way to your sides. her fingers started to tickle you. you squirmed on her “mommy! mommy! stop mommy- that tickles!!” you giggled. “am i not being adorable anymore detka?” wanda smirked, seeing you squirm on top of you. 

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wanda's masterlist

[scififettuccine]

Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader: Darts

Pairing: Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Quick One-Shot Hurt/Comfort! Your girlfriend finds you playing darts in your office, and she can tell that something is up. If there's one thing Victoria doesn't like, it's seeing her girlfriend upset.

Word Count: 1.25k

Warnings: Darts (?), mentions of Homelander, mentions of Homelander being a whore, mentions of family death, glass cuts, corrupt government system, Vicky being a raging lesbian

Notes: I wrote this after playing darts for 3 hours. As you can see the concept has infected my brain. IF YOU DON"T UNDERSTAND HOW CRICKET WORKS WITH DARTS I'M VERY SORRY. (And honestly I don't know if the way my family plays is exactly right so don't come after me Dart Experts.) I know I put up a pole, and this option lost by a long shot, but half of it was already written and I needed to finish it since it was super gut wrenching <3

Your parents had added to the growing number of many unnecessary obituaries that came out of Homelander’s career. It happened around this time, ten years ago. Your parents had owned a bakery in the city, and on a hot day ten summers back, someone attempted to rob their small business. Of course, after the authorities were called, Vought added their golden boy to the scene. They must have expected some sort of heroic story, with a headline like “The Seven’s Homelander saves the lives of two elderly bakers, and keeps the beloved business open.” But instead of that headline, they weren't mentioned in any headline…Only in the obituary section of a few local newspapers due to Vought covering up Homelander’s sloppy use of his heat vision. The last you saw of your parents' bodies was the bottom half of one…and the top half of the other. You were twenty, planning your parent’s funeral all on your own from your dorm room halfway across the country. All Vought sent was a card extending their deepest condolences, signed by the company's CEO, and Homelander himself. Since then? You’ve had a vendetta against Homelander and Vought as a whole. Coincidentally, that's how you met your girlfriend, Victoria Neuman, and started working for The Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs.

You had been in your office all day, admittedly drowning yourself in work so you didn't have to think about it all. But once there was nothing else to drown yourself in, you cracked open another redbull and decided to play a game of darts. Since you didn't have a partner, you just decided to time yourself to see how long it would take you to clear the scoreboard: Three twenties, three nineteens, three eighteens, three seventeens, three sixteens, three fifteens, and three bullseyes. And of course…all your attempts were aimed at the sympathy card that had turned ten years old this morning. You played darts often, so you had gotten down to the bullseyes within 10 minutes. Yet the more you missed, the more you got upset…the more your mind drifted. You thought about what might have happened had you not gone off to college.

Double ninteens.

You thought about what might have happened had you just stayed and helped to better the family business.

Double sixteens.

You thought about what would have happened if you would have answered the phone when they called you earlier that day.

Shattered glass.

You gasped as the last dart you threw hit the frame you had hung on the wall, housing a photo of you and your parents holding a photo of you and your parents at your highschool graduation. You shook your head as you walked over to the mess…the dart you had thrown had pierced right through the center of the photo…right through your face. It was lodged deep into the wall, due to the force of your throw. You wanted to cry, scream out of frustration even…But a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Everything alright in here, pretty girl…?” You heard the voice of your girlfriend and turned around, stepping over a bit to try and hide the mess of glass shards. When your eyes met hers, there was a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah…Yeah. It’s all good, Vic. I just knocked a picture frame off the wall.” You said, desperately trying to make your voice sound a little more upbeat than it truly was. Vicky raised a brow and looked up at the dart sticking out of the wall, then over to the dart board, and then to the card that was push-pinned to the dart board. Her gaze immediately softened, and her heart dropped.

“Baby…” She started, walking further into your office so she could close the door behind her. You shook your head and turned back around, trying to pick up some of the bigger glass shards with your hands.

“I’m fine. It’s not-” You cut yourself off with a wince as a piece of the glass slit your palm. “Shit-” Vicky shook her head and quickly moved to your side. She took your hand and turned your palm so the glass you had collected would fall back into the pile.

“You’re not fine. And you’re clearly not thinking straight if you're picking up broken glass with your bare hands, you're smarter than that.” Vicky sighed, moving to untuck her dress shirt so she could wipe the blood from your palm. It was moments like these where you truly understood how much Vicky cared about you. She would ruin a perfectly white dress shirt just to wipe blood off of a small cut. “You’ve gotta talk to me, pretty girl…What’s going on? You’ve been in here all day, there's 3 empty cans of RedBull on your desk, and you just threw a dart through a picture frame. Talk. Now.” You sighed and tried to pull your hand away, to which she held it a bit tighter.

“I can’t fucking stand it. How Vought gets off scott free after every fucked up thing they do. I was twenty years old, planning my parents' funeral from my dorm room. And what was he doing? Probably getting sucked off by some higher up for ‘a job well done.’ My parents were the only people I had. I sat in the first pew of that church alone. Completely and utterly alone.” You paused to take a breath, and pointed to the card pinned to the dart board. “That’s all I got. That’s all I have to show for it. I got…what? A fifty cent card with a bogus apology and two signatures on it? My parents were-” You choked on your words. “My parents were fucking sliced in half-” Your voice seemed to have left you as Vicky pulled you against her chest, being careful of the pile of glass shards.

“I know, baby…I know.” She cooed softly, tracing patterns on your back. Admittedly, you just sobbed into her shoulder, clutching onto her blazer as if it would disappear if you didn't. The two of you just sat like that. You couldn't even say how long. It was just the two of you, Vicky whispering comforting words to you as you let the ten years of suppressed emotions finally find some relief. “You are so strong, honey…And so incredibly loved, I want you to know that. You never have to hide these things from me. Whenever you want to talk about it, I'm here. I don’t care if I’m at a meeting with the god damn president…I’ll get to you as fast as I can.” Vicky pulled your face off her shoulder, and wiped your tears ever so gently. “I love you…So fucking much. It hurts me to see you like this.” Vicky herself was almost choked up at the sight of you in such sadness. She kissed your lips softly, before she moved to press her forehead against yours, her hands holding both sides of your face. “What can I do to make you feel even just a little bit better…? Say the word and it's yours.” She whispered. You swallowed and took a breath as you placed your hands over hers.

“Ice cream…and a Band-Aid.” You replied softly. Vicky laughed and squeezed your cheeks ever so slightly. 

“That's it? Just ice cream and a Band-Aid? You could have anything and you chose ice cream and a Band-Aid?” She smiled and shook her head, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.

“Yeah…That’s it.” You replied softly.

“Alright pretty girl…what flavor?”

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Well...what can I say? Shes my favorite. Hope you liked it as much as I did, most likely starting either Butcher x Supe!Reader or Soldier Boy x Sidekick!Reader real soon depending on the results of the pole...It's been really really close! Adieu!

[marvelobsessed134]

Chappells new song has given me some inspiration

“It’s just in my nature so take it like a taker cause baby I’m the giver!”

[fatalforesight]

am i dragging this forever?

shauna shipman x jackie taylor (shaunahat hinted): An alternate version of s3e1 where Shauna heads into the woods instead of Mari. She wakes up injured in the pit. And with no one coming to save her, it's time to start speaking to ghosts again. Jackie, as always, is vindictive in her deathly appearances.

content: 18+, minors dni, sexual tension, angst, dead!jackie, grief, toxic yuri behavior

word count: 2,688

“You’re not my mother, Natalie. You can’t ground me!”

There is a rage that has lived in Shauna Shipman her entire life. Only now, it takes front and center. Every moment of every day.

Natalie frowns. “I’m not grounding you. I’m–”

“Telling me to go back to my stick hut for a week sounds a whole lot like a fucking grounding,” Shauna spits. Mari is wide-eyed, saliva-stew dripping down half her face. “I made this dinner. I butchered the meat, I stirred the pot. You don’t get to ground me from the dinner I made!”

“You can’t spit in Mari’s food and then–”

Shauna almost screams. “Who cares if I spit in her goddamn stew!” She turns on a dime, stalking towards Mari. “If I did, you should be grateful. You want to have a ceremony in honor of my baby? That baby was me! He was me! Is my spit not holy enough for you, Mari?”

The entire team is silent as they watch the explosion happen. Mari is terrified. Shauna glances around her, locking eyes with each one of them. It’s impossible to know for certain what they’re thinking – do they pity her? Hate her?

“Fuck this. I don’t need any of you.”

She stomps away into the woods, away from the stupid ceremony and the stupid feast. The woods are quiet, but to Shauna, the quiet isn’t eerie. Having ceremonial dinners to honor dead best friends and babies is eerie, but the trees and crickets are static on a warm television. They’re safer than walls and a roof.

Gradually her pace slows. And as the anger cools, Shauna feels that she ought to turn back. But then she remembers the paper lanterns, the gravesite. If she goes back, Lottie may very well be in the middle of mumbling some incantation in French or Swedish over a pile of bones. And for everyone’s sake, Shauna decides it will be better for her to go back in the morning. So she takes another step away from camp, and screams when she realizes she’s falling.

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Fucker. Fuck. Ow. Fuck.

Pain brings Shauna back to the world. It always does. Sunlight shoots through the canopy of trees, and she winces at the brightness. How long was she out?

And her knee. Her leg. Just a glance tells her that it’s bad. Dislocated? That’s probably the best case scenario. It burns like she’s been bit by a million ants. And she’s in… a hole. A massive hole. Someone dug this hole on purpose, like that kind of massive hole. Between the pain in her leg and the hopelessness of getting out of the ditch, Shauna can’t help it. She begins to cry, and that dumb face flush that happens every time something stupid happens to her is hot in her cheeks. The kind that comes from deep embarrassment, when you’re just embarrassed to be alive. Like when you get into your first car accident, or fall in front of the whole cafeteria, or the cops get called on the bonfire.

“Who digs a fucking hole in the middle of nowhere?” Shauna mutters. Her whole body is trembling now. From fear? Septic shock via dislocated knee?

“Who falls in a hole in the middle of nowhere?”

The words echo through the leaves. They come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Shauna whips her head upwards at neck-breaking speed to find the voice coming from somewhere above her. But there’s no one. “Hello?” Shauna yells. No response. “... Jackie?” she whispers.

“Shauna,” the voice teases. A soft lilt, like Jackie was hiding just out of sight and beckoning Shauna to come find her. But still, Shauna can see nothing. No one is with her.

Shauna closes her eyes as tears continue to prick in the corners of them. From pain? Surely, but what kind? “Not real. She’s not real. It’s just me.”

“Not real?” Jackie scoffs. “Asshole. C’mon, Shipman. Open your eyes.”

She does. And there’s Jackie. Sitting on the far end of the hole, pressed against the wall, as far from Shauna as she can get. A blush in her cheeks. Her letterman jacket sitting perfectly on her frame, just like it did a year ago. She’s in the pose Shauna used to keep her in–

“Am I dying?”

Jackie just smiles. It’s one of those stupidly perfect smiles, the kind where people say it’s perfect because it’s imperfect. “You have a dislocated knee, Shauna, not a stab wound. Not happy to see me?”

The world seems to spin. One of the first things Shauna feared after Jackie’s death was that she would forget how she looked. She didn’t keep a picture of Jackie in her wallet, so all she had was memory. But the image she sees now is exact. The posture, the makeup, the skinny legs and the part of her hair. Styled, like how Jackie styled herself before the crash. “No, Jackie. I’m always happy to see you.”

The apparition nods. “Likewise.” But Shauna knows that wouldn’t be true. Then she looks around, taking in the hole. “This is strange. It’s like, perfectly rectangular. Dug, not natural for sure. Did one of you do this?”

“No,” Shauna responds. Her eyes are focused on the way Jackie’s lips move, and she’s barely listening to the conversation. Then the lull goes on too long, and ghost-Jackie raises an eyebrow in the silence. “I don’t think so. I guess Coach could’ve, but we’re pretty sure he’s dead.”

“No body, no proof,” Jackie counters. “That’s how all the best set up the plot twist, right? But I think it wasn’t him either. Looks older, if you ask me. Like I know anything!” She laughs, but Shauna doesn’t join in. “This tarp though… mighty suspicious if you ask me!” A painted fingernail taps the blue plastic. “Why are you here?”

Silence again. For a long time, Jackie says nothing, staring at the ground and plucking at the edge of the tarp Shauna had fallen through. When she looks up, she seems to have great concern in her eyes, but she smiles anyway. “Well, Shauna… you’re gonna have to set that knee.”

Shauna gulps. “I don’t need you to tell me that,” she snaps.

“Then why haven’t you done it already?” Jackie shifts onto all fours, crawling slowly to where Shauna sits. The heartbeat in Shauna’s chest accelerates at the image. Jackie comes forward just barely on every word she utters. “All you’ve got to do is… push it back into place. It’ll hurt, but it’ll be fast.”

The sun is right above them now. Seriously, how long had Shauna been knocked out for? Tears are falling fast down her cheeks. She isn’t panicking, but Jackie being this close is making her nervous. “I can’t. I can’t. I just have to wait, wait for one of the others–”“They’re not coming. You have to do this yourself. I can’t help you, they cannot help you. It’s just you. It’s only you.” Jackie is so close now, sitting on her knees just inches away from Shauna’s feet. Close enough to touch, to pull close, but Shauna won’t reach out. Something about this Jackie, this almost-ghost, always seems too fragile to touch. “You’re alone, Shipman.”

Shauna weeps. “I’m not. I’m not alone, shut up.”

“Okay, so you’re not. What you rather our teammates find, hm? Shauna Shipman, pathetic,” the word is like bile coming out of Jackie’s mouth, “begging for someone to take care of her. Or… Shauna Shipman, a leader, who set her own knee before anyone could get to her.” Her breath could be falling on Shauna’s knees if this was happening. If she was real. If it was just the two of them, all alone, in this stupid pit, in these stupid woods. There would be breath, and Shauna could just reach out to tuck the stray piece of blonde hair back behind Jackie’s ear. “Okay,” Shauna sighs.

“You need a stick to bite on?” Jackie murmurs. Shauna shakes her head.

“Put both of your hands on your knee, Shauna.”

Doing as she’s told, Shauna takes a deep breath and settles her fingertips on her left knee.

“On three, you’re going to push.”

Shauna’s chin quivers, tears still coming down against her will. “No, no.”

“Yes. I’ll be here the whole time. I’ll be here when it’s over.”

Hadn’t Jackie just said she was alone in this? Her hands are shaking. Her eyes are squeezed tight. All Jackie is now… is a voice.

“One.”

God, her knee hurts. Did Coach Ben feel it when his leg got crushed? When do you know the leg is past saving?

“Two…”

When do you know someone is past saving?

“Three! Push, Shauna! Push!”

The scream could be heard for miles, Shauna thinks, but she can’t hear it herself. Just feel her jaw ache from opening wide, just feel her body crumple like paper. And, with her eyes still closed, she swears she feels a hand on her face, a body wrapped around hers, an embrace from the most familiar body she knows that is not her own. 

“Bet you wish I was there to say that when the baby came,” Jackie quips. That’s how this falsehood always goes. Both entirely cruel and entirely kind, all at once and all the time. Volleying Shauna’s emotions and perceptions around until she’s dizzy and frustrated.

“Don’t talk about him.”

Jackie just hums into Shauna’s ear. A lullaby. “Don’t open your eyes yet, okay? Stay just like this,” Jackie shushes her. Small fingers glide through Shauna’s dirty, matted hair. Like magic, there’s no tangles in the wake of the finger combing. And the hand is warm, and the hug is warm, and for a small moment, Shauna is only seventeen years old, and nothing matters except for Jackie.

“Is this how Jeff held you?” A shocking question, running over Shauna like ice cold water. Kind. Then Cruel. And again. To balance it out, Jackie’s hand falls until it’s holding Shauna’s tear-stained cheek. “No, probably not. He’s not good at the sweet parts, not really. And nothing can substitute the way girls know how to hold each other. Right, Shipman?”

“Stop,” Shauna begs. “If you’re going to do that just leave me alone.”

“I’m always right here, even when you can’t feel me.” Her face is closer to Shauna’s now. The breath – the breath Shauna could not feel earlier – now lightly dances across her mouth, her nose, her chin. So close. So real. There are smaller fingers, then, tiny, tiny, tiny fingers touching Shauna’s hand. “Oh,” she whimpers, still with her eyes closed. She can’t look. She can’t bear to look.

“I’m taking care of him until you get here. But it isn’t time yet.”

Shauna does not feel peaceful. But for the first time in months, she doesn’t feel alone. “Why not? Why can’t it be time, Jackie? I don’t want to keep doing this.” The frustration pours out. Shauna Shipman does not belong with the other crazy girls and their ceremonies and their prayers and their storytelling. But she doesn’t belong at Brown, or Rutgers, or high school, or her home. She belonged to two people in the entire world, and they’re dead. “I can’t keep doing this,” she sobs.

“Shauna?”

The hands disappear. The warmth of bodies close to hers dissipate, and all that’s left is the heat of the sun. She feels empty again. Not whole, not complete. The world dims and loses its color. It had been brighter, she was certain, just a moment ago. Shauna looks up to where the new voice is, and finds someone standing at the lip of the hole.

“Melissa? How much did you hear?”

Melissa is alone, in her dumb, backwards hat. “I heard you scream. And… I just heard you say you can’t keep… doing something?” She seems to be taking stock as she looks Shauna up and down. Her eyes land on the leg. “Oh, God, Shauna, your knee–”A sigh of relief leaves Shauna before she can stop it. After what happened with Jackie’s body, she tries hard to not let anyone know about moments like that. She doesn’t even write about them in her journals. No input is necessary about whether or not Shauna Shipman is crazy, or connecting with a deity, or whatever.

“I set it. That’s why I was screaming.” Melissa doesn’t reply. “Can you help me out of here or not, Melissa?” Melissa smiles, and Shauna realizes that it’s kind of a nice smile. It’s gentle. Welcoming, even. Not perfect, not imperfect. Just kind. Maybe it’s just the timing, but Shauna considers the fact that Melissa may not be one of the eerie quiets, but one of the static quiets.

“I’m gonna get you out of there, okay? Let me get a stick, or something. Don’t move. Well, don’t try, at least.” Melissa stumbles over every sentence to some degree. Shauna only stares at her in contemplative wonder. One person from the entirety of camp hears her scream, and it’s the girl with the emotional support baseball cap. Strange.

Shauna glances around. No Jackie. No baby. Jackie had said no one was coming to help – but Melissa was up there, trying to help. Rustling through the brush, and looking for a solution. Did you send her? Shauna desperately wanted to ask. But it was pointless, and it’s not like she was going to talk to Jackie with Melissa around.

“So I couldn’t find anything to help, but I think I’m strong enough to pull you out. Can you get to one of the edges and stand?”

“You think you’re strong enough to pull me out without just falling in?”

Melissa frowns. “Carrying stuff is kind of all anyone will let me do around here. Summer conditioning couldn’t even get me this buff,” she jokes.

Shauna just shrugs. She pulls herself to her feet, wincing when she accidentally puts some weight on the injured leg. “Good job!” comes the encouragement from Melissa. She was waiting at the edge of the hole closest to Shauna. The earlier embarrassment returns as Shauna is forced to hop towards the corner Melissa is bending over. “You’re doing great! Now just take both my hands, and try to protect your leg as much as you can.”

Struggling at first, Shauna can only really try to push off with her one good leg to give Melissa any help. But the other girl was right – she is pretty strong. Melissa groans with effort, and Shauna feels her feet come off the ground. “Come on,” Melissa grunts.

And that makes Shauna feel… something. But she can’t put her finger on just what.

Finally, Melissa successfully pulls Shauna out of the pit and drags her onto even land. It isn’t without a price; Shauna’s knees drag near the edge of the hole and she moans in pain. Her hands drop from Melissa’s as soon as possible, immediately cradling her leg.

“Let me look at it,” Melissa offers, and crouches down next to Shauna.

“No!” Shauna yells.

The woods go quiet. Maybe too close to eerily quiet. But Melissa is so close to Shauna now. Just as close as Jackie was. This breath is different. More real. Not just a memory, but a current sensation. And Shauna doesn’t like that she can feel the difference. That she knows there is a difference between how physically real Melissa is and how physically gone Jackie is.

“I mean… I mean I just want to get back to camp. Right now. We’ll look at it there.”

Melissa nods, even though she looks like she may not understand. “Okay, Shipman. Sling an arm around my shoulder and we’ll get you there, um, lickity splat. Or something.”

This is not the kind of girl Shauna would have been caught hanging out with back home. Too awkward, too unsure. But out here, this is the most normal person in the world. Not a sycophant, not a psycho, not an action hero. And decidedly, not too boring either.

“Or something,” Shauna replies. And then she gives Melissa a tiny, tiny smile.

[glamourscat]

DELPHINIUM | FEM! KAISER X READER X FEM! NESS PT 3

2939 words | more of an emotional, raw, side to their connection | smut at the end | PT 1 | PT2 | PT4

Kaiser didn't like presents. She justified it by saying, “I am rich already. I can buy whatever pleases me. I do not need cheap shit.” But what she really meant was that, after growing up with a mother who abandoned her as soon as she was able to, stuck with an abusive father, she had no place, no need and no desire for gifts. A gift was, simply put, a reminder of everything she had wanted and everything she had been denied.

And so, she kept on walking in the Munich's snowy streets. Christmas lights filling the night with colorful sparkles, an ironic contrast to her black and white current state of mind. Her head was down, lost in a spiral of too many thoughts. Ness. And you. She had spent months trying to push you both away. Some would call it toxic; she called it survival instinct.

She picked fights on purpose, as if conflict was the only way she could keep control over her mind and heart. And yet, she hated it. Hated the way confusion and anger tinted your face. Hated the way hurt flickered in Ness’s eyes. Seven months now, a relentless push and pull, a lioness toying with her preys.

The sex was mind-blowing. Intense. Unlike anything she had ever experienced, with men or women alike. She couldn’t get enough. She needed more of you, like she needed air. More kisses, more of Ness between her legs. She needed it all, and for how greedy that might seem to some, she couldn't stop. And that’s what terrified her most. The realization that she couldn’t live without this anymore. That football was no longer the sole center of her world. That, for once, two people had slipped past her walls, stubborn enough to make her drop her guard. To let her laugh in ways she had never been allowed to before. To dream. To hope. And it fucking terrified her.

The door to her apartment opened too easily. For a moment, she stood at the entrance, keys in hand, confusion flickering through her mind. Had she forgotten to lock it? No, she hadn’t.

Her footsteps turned quiet, calculated. Fight or flight kicking in. Keys gripped in one hand, an umbrella in the other raised like a weapon. She heard hushed whispers from the living room, her brain barely processed it before she moved. Kicking the door open, swinging the umbrella wildly.

“Get the fuck out!” she screamed, only to be met with other screams.

“What the actual fuck—” you shouted, voice cracking, ducking just in time to avoid getting hit square in the forehead, one arm instinctively thrown out to catch Ness, who had nearly collapsed behind you.

What the hell?

“What the fuck are you two doing in my place? Are you out of your goddamn minds?” Kaiser snapped, still breathless, heart pounding in her chest as her icy sharp blue eyes darted between you and Ness.

“We—” Ness panted, clutching at her chest. “We… Well, we came to see you.”

“How did you get in?” Kaiser's tone was sharp, accusatory.

“I picked the lock,” you answered nonchalantly, as if breaking and entering on Christmas Eve was a casual bonding activity.

Kaiser stared. Wide-eyed. Dumbfounded. Were you actually this fucking stupid?

There was a beat of silence before she burst into laughter, a full, uncontrollable laugh that echoed through the room. But it wasn’t long before the laughter cracked, mixing into quiet sobs.

“Kaiser?” Ness whispered, uncertain, stepping forward hesitantly. “I’m sorry—we shouldn’t have—”

“I’m not sorry,” you interrupted, earning a sharp side-eye from Ness, the unspoken ‘what the hell, girl?’ loud in her eyes.

“You ignored us,” you continued, voice steady. “No calls. No messages. Since we broke off for the holidays, you’ve pretended we don’t exist. That’s not just fucked up, it’s disrespectful.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to—”

“Cut the self victimizing crap,” you snapped, stepping closer. “Enough. You think we don’t know? That we don’t understand? We know you had a shitty upbringing. We know things haven’t been normal for you. But guess what? We’re still here. We want you, Kaiser. We want you in this. So stop. Stop fucking running away from us.”

“You don’t understand!” Kaiser screamed, her voice raw, cracking under the weight of emotion. “You don’t fucking understand!”

Her breathing was heavy, hands curled into fists at her sides. Her chest ached from the force of everything she was trying to hold back.

“I don’t deserve this,” she muttered, voice hoarse. “I don’t deserve nice things. I don’t deserve to be put up with. My nasty attitude, my fucking walls, my inability to—to just… I don’t deserve it.”

Silence.

Then, Ness moved first. Gentle, careful steps as if she was approaching a wounded animal. Stepping forward until she was close enough to reach for Kaiser’s right hand, gently taking it in hers.

“You don’t get to decide that,” Ness whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Not for us.”

Kaiser’s lips quivered. Her entire body trembled.

You closed the distance, taking her left hand into yours.

“You can be an absolute fucking nightmare,” you murmured, though, your voice was soft, a bit teasing. “But you’re our nightmare. For how cringy that might sound. We want you. Your sarcastic comebacks. Your shitty attitude. Your temper. And the soft kisses when you know we are feeling down. The gentle caresses. The hugs. The shared whispers in the night. We want it all.”

And with your words, just like that, the dam broke.

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You do not know how long it lasted. You just know that by the end of it, all three of you ended up curled together on Kaiser’s bed. After more tears, more kisses, more words (some harsh, some reassuring) one thing was certain: you wanted this. Which was funny, really, because just months ago you would have dreaded the idea of even walking past Kaiser. But now? Now, you could barely be away from her for more than a few days. From her. From Ness. from this intoxicating mess. 

You were the first to wake, and so, you took the moment to look around. The room was so Kaiser. Clean walls, refined, chic, just like her. A few shelves displayed her trophies and awards. But what caught your attention, enough to carefully sneak out from Kaiser’s grip, was the bulletboard against the wall.

It was covered with pictures. Of her. Of the team. But mostly, of the three of you. Moments frozen in time, outings, after matches, in bed, though none of you had ever called those moments what they really were. A relationship in all but name. There were candid shots, intimate ones and even polaroids from one particularly reckless, spicy night. Maybe it was the fact your brain hadn’t fully woken up 100% yet, but for once, Kaiser’s intentions felt clear. She could push, she could run, but she was holding onto this just as much as you and Ness were. And if last night hadn’t solidified it, now it surely did. 

“You let your eyes wander too much.”

The quietness of a morning voice made you jump. Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar, toned body.

“Damn you…” you scoffed, though amused, hand resting over your chest, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Hmm, yeah, damn me. Way to greet the birthday girl,” Kaiser teased, voice still thick with sleep. She leaned in, her lips brushing over your neck before she bit down lightly.

A soft whine left you as you tilted your head, giving her more room. “Right, can’t forget it’s the princess’s birthday today.”

“Queen,” she corrected smugly, her blue eyes opening to stare at you with an intensity even now you are not fully used to. “Get it right, peasant.”

“Right, right. My mistake, your majesty. How ever shall I be forgiven?” you mused, matching the playful undertone of the moment.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Kaiser murmured, hands slipping under your shirt, cold fingers ghosting on your skin. But before either of you could push it further, someone clearing her throat interrupted the moment.

Both of you turned towards the bed.

Ness lay there, tangled in blankets, eyes barely open, but her face was already burning. “It’s barely 9am. Must you two flirt this early?” she groaned, voice laced with sleep and embarrassment. And arousement. 

Kaiser chuckled, blue eyes sarcastic as ever. “What? Are you jealous?”

Ness shifted under the covers, her red face betraying her. “I—I am not—”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Aw, Ness, we can’t help it if our queen is demanding attention so early in the morning.”

Ness shot you a weak glare but ultimately sighed, rubbing at her eyes. “I’m going to need breakfast before I deal with you two.”

“I agree,” you said, stretching slightly. “Birthday girl, what’s your royal stance ?”

Kaiser smirked. “Breakfast in bed sounds nice.”

“But…” Kaiser continued, dragging out her words, her voice dipping lower as she reached for you and Ness too this time. Hands moving to caress both of your thighs. “I wouldn’t mind working up… a different kind of appetite first.”

Kaiser only laughed at Ness's flustered state, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before finally stepping back from the two of you. “Come on then, peasants. Make yourselves useful. I’ll be expecting something worthy of a queen.”

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Well, she did say she was in a mood for a different kind of appetite after all. 

So, when Ness found herself sucking on Kaiser’s breasts and you, with your face in between her legs, you had nothing more to say. You both worked meticulously. Ness with her tongue circling and sucking Kaiser’s pink nipple, making the blonde moan loudly. But when your tongue meets her clit, gently sucking, teasing. Slipping up and down, just enough to go past her fold and tease her entrance she grew even louder.

Her head was thrown back on the pillow as she raised her hips desperately in search and need of more. Her pale hand going in your hair, pushing your head deeper in her pussy as she grinded her face against it. Lord, it was filthy. And you loved it. The way she was letting go and yet, still holds on that control that only she knows how to. The way she looked so hot, with her legs spread, pale skin against the satin blue sheets. Your fingers teased her hole slightly, circling the edge around it as your mouth worked on her clit. 

“Fuck.. yes, more– more. Don't stop” Kaiser whines, moving to kiss Ness in a frenzy. In need to let out that pent up energy in her bones. But despite her pleading, her request, you stopped. Earning an almost offended glare by her.

“What the h–” 

“We have a surprise for you. Close your eyes” you say gently squeezing her thigh. Surprisingly, she did not protest, and did as you asked. 

And suddenly the roles were reversed once again. Your back finds its place on the mattress, Kaiser straddling your lap and Ness behind her. She opened her eyes and looked at the scene. Both of you. With your strap on. At the same time. 

“Happy birthday to me indeed” she says looking to the ceiling smugly, letting out a chuckle.

“Spread your legs for us” you whisper softly, holding onto her hips. And with her permission, the tip of the two pink strap on slowly started to sink in simultaneously in Kaiser’s pussy. 

A loud moan left the girl’s lips as she was being filled so well it was almost overwhelming, no matter how many times they tried. It will always be so beautifully fulfilling. Your hips set the pace, steady, gentle. As you take care to drag the toy deep enough to make her feel everything, alternating with Ness back and forth.

Kaiser was a mess. A fucking mess. She couldn’t think, could barely even breathe, with the way her body trembled between you and Ness. The fullness was unbearable in the best way, the stretch of both your strap ons inside her making her toes curl against the soft bed sheets. Every time one of you moved, the other stayed deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside her like you were taking turns pulling her apart piece by piece.

“Oh—fuck,” Kaiser gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rocked forward, only to have Ness tug her back against her chest, keeping her locked in place. She could feel Ness’s breath on the back of her neck, hot and teasing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Ness murmured, dragging her hands down Kaiser’s stomach, feeling every tense muscle. “Look at you, spreading your legs like a good girl.”

Kaiser let out a half-moan, half scoff, wanting to deny it, but the words sent a shiver down her spine. “Shut up,” she muttered, though it lacked any bite. 

You chuckled, rolling your hips up again, slow, deliberate. “Still so stubborn.” Her lips were parted, her pupils blown wide, a flush creeping down her chest. “Don’t you think it’s a little late to act like you don’t love this?”

She did love it. God, she fucking needed it. But admitting that was dangerous, wasn’t it?

Ness didn’t give her time to think nor to answer though. With a smirk, she shifted her hips, thrusting forward in sync with you, deeper, harder, faster. And the sound that left Kaiser’s lips was downright obscene.

Ness giggled behind her, placing soft kisses along her jaw and her neck, while squeezing her tits at the same time. “You sound so pretty when you moan. Damn it, I want to breed you so bad right now.”

Kaiser bit her lip, a desperate attempt to hide the pathetic sound that was about to escape, but you weren’t having that. You grabbed her hips, steadying her above you before slamming up, a little harder, a little faster than before, and she broke.

Her back arched, her thighs tightening around your waist as a strangled moan left from deep within her. Ness followed your lead, matching your thrusts once more. The wet sounds of Kaiser’s pussy, the rhythm of both your hips moving in sync, the way her body trembled between you. 

She was so ravishingly beautiful.

“You wanna come?” You whispered, dragging your thumb across her clit, pressing down just enough to make her twitch. To make her go even more crazy. 

Kaiser nodded frantically, any last bit of defiance slipping away. “Y-Yeah—fuck, yeah, please—”

“Look at you,” Ness teased, her voice dripping with amusement as she kept her hold on Kaiser by squeezing her breasts more, keeping her from squirming away. “Begging so sweetly. Where’s that usual attitude, huh?”

Kaiser glared at her over her shoulder, but it was weak, especially when you angled your hips just right.

“You two– are truly– just.. Fuck, screw you two,” she groaned, though her words lacked any bite

You grinned, leaning up to kiss her, swallowing her next moan as you both fucked her through it. “Sure, later. But for now, let us screw you, pretty.”

You and your fucking mouth– 

She came so hard she saw stars, her thighs shaking, her nails drawing lines down your back.You two fucked her through the aftershocks, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until she went completely limp in your arms. Until she was pretty sure her satin sheets were as good as ruined. 

For a while, no one said anything. There was nothing to say. Just the quiet hum of nature outside the window, the weight of Kaiser’s body pressed between you and Ness and the smell of sex lingering in the air. It just felt… right.

It was Ness who finally spoke, her voice soft. “You’re not kicking us out tomorrow morning, are you?”

Kaiser blinked, staring at the ceiling.

She wanted to say yes. It was her instinct. To push you two once again away, to never let anything get too serious. But she didn’t want to leave. Not really. Not after last night. Not after what had just happened. 

You moved beside her, watching her carefully. Your voice is quiet.  “Kaiser?”

“I—” She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her side, hiding her face into your neck. While her hand reached for Ness’s hand in between the sheets. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay,” you murmured, running your fingers through her blue ends.

Ness kissed her back, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You don’t have to figure it out alone. We don’t know what we're doing either.”

Kaiser sighed. For a moment, the fear crept back in. But then you kissed the top of her head. Ness squeezed her hip. And she knew.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

She didn’t say it. None of you did. But it was there, in the way you pulled the blanket over her, in the way Ness traced light patterns on her back, in the way months ago she put those pictures up and told herself ‘it’s just for decor’ but they have been up for months.For the first time in a very long time, Kaiser let herself believe it. That this was real and that it was meant to stay,

epilogue soon :3

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[straightouttherosebush]

LADY GUUJI'S LOVE FOR A SHRINE MAIDEN!?

PART II: IN YOUR HEAD~

CHARACTER: Yae Miko

SYNOPSIS: Yae takes you to run errands, taking more time to get to know you in the process! <3

NO CONTENT WARNINGS, JUST PURE FLUFF!

ll throughout the night, your eyes were sleepless. Your heart beat out of your chest and you were quite giddy. Yae walked you home under the moonlight and the fact that it felt like a scene fit for a light novel was definitely the only aspect you were thinking about. Not her soft hands, not her exceptional manners, not her soothing yet mischievous voice, definitely none of that.

The way her purple eyes glowed and moonlight gleamed off of her gold accessories. Her ever aromatic scent of sakura blooms drifting through the breezy night. Her warmth radiating off of her onto your skin, no space between the both of you as your arm was hooked around hers.

Best of all, Yae, being the gentlewoman she is, her soft lips graced your hand with a gentle kiss before bidding you good night. You could have sworn that you were about to faint. These thoughts consumed your mind, and you wished it was her in the bed next to you and that you weren't just waking up to the pillow you cuddled up with. 

Sunrise came as it always does, and it was time to awaken and ready yourself for the ever so strenuous trek to Mt. Yougou. You quickly threw on your robes and hastily settled your hair down enough to look socially acceptable. You checked the mirror one last time, and swung the door open only to be met by the violet eyes and pink hair that you have been thinking of all night.

"Oh, Lady Yae, I–" You started, but she put a finger to your lips.

"Shhh. It's early. A 'good morning' would suffice," she giggled and calmly assured you.

"Well... what brings you here?" You asked her, relaxing and leaning on the door frame.

"I have some errands to run today for the Shogun. She requires another food delivery, since she can't be bothered to learn how to adequately cook for herself." She sighed, and you cocked your eyebrows in confusion.

"I was wondering if you'd like to come along and maybe make this a tad more... bearable," She asked with a raised eyebrow "Of course, should you choose to humor me."

"After all, we are... together... now, aren't we?" She teased. Making you flush and avert your eyes.

"We a-? I mean, yeah I... I guess...?" You tripped over your words, cementing that smirk onto her face.

"That said, what say you?" She inquired, hoping for confirmation.

"What about my shrine work?" You asked, only to receive a giggle from her.

"You seem truly devoted, and that is indeed admirable. If you so choose to prioritize that, I understand. I would appreciate you joining me, though, and I'm also sure I can excuse you. Being Lady Guuji and all."

Yae, as clever as she is, has a witty response for any and everything. This was her excuse for finding a way to spend time with you. If it weren't her, her buttery and well-chosen words and persistence would be much less endearing. That, and as much as you'd hate to neglect your duties once again, you also can't think of anybody in Inazuma, let alone the seven nations of Teyvat, who would pass up this opportunity.

"You're lucky I'm not exactly in tip-top shape for work at the moment, I accept." you groggily agreed, and she smiled.

"Is this attire comfortable for you or would you like me to leave you to change?" She asked, and you shook your head, stepping out of the doorframe and closing the door behind you.

"No, it'll be fine." you responded quietly, and she hummed in response.

"Very well," She said, looking slightly concerned by your lack of energy. It seemed to her like you were almost too tired for her to be up to her usual tricks, and she can't have that.

"Let's head to our first stop– the Komore Teahouse." She beckoned and started walking. Shock spread across your face, as you stay behind for a split second, running up to her as she made her way onto the dirt path.

Is she... serious?

"I didn't hear you right, I'm sure." you gawked. You are tired after all. This early, and on an average day, she was inviting you to a place one can only go to if they're of political importance or godly stature?

"You did, you seem to need a nice, warm boost to your morning. Green tea is caffeinated. The teahouse isn't just a meeting spot, after all. Their tea is high quality, even I approve." She explained. You reluctantly nodded. You felt like you didn't belong there, let alone with her.

"Well, lead the way."

"Mm, Alright."

The walk over to the teahouse was silent but peaceful. No words came from either of you, nobody knew what to say, but you two walked arm-in-arm through the grassy fields, surrounded by Miko's kin and sakura petals dancing in the air, floating from the city. The closer to the city you were, the more the ambient sounds filled your ears. You woke up little by little, and this brought warmth to Yae's heart and a smile to her face.

Upon arrival, you were greeted with a stern and absolutely tired looking face, working outside of the teahouse. Her face suddenly became alive when Yae approached. She then looked behind to see you, looked back at the kitsune, and raised an eyebrow.

"An important meeting, I take it?" She asked. Yae laughed.

"No, just a guest. We're here to recuperate before running some errands." She explained. The woman in front of the door sighed and let you both in, telling Yae to be careful under her breath. As if Yae has any reason to be scared of you. She knows more about everyone than they all think she does, you were no exception.

You followed close behind her where she led you to a room. She allowed you in first then shut the door. She sat down next to you where you had to resist from lying your head on her shoulder and falling back asleep. You were making an immense effort not to nod off until the tea and snacks were ordered.

However, seconds later, food and a pot of tea with two cups were brought in, both the pot and teacups having beautiful, ornate details illustrating foxes on each. Seems Yae has a usual order, so they didn't hesitate to make her order a top priority.

"Come now, dig in. You'll need this energy for the day." She insisted, taking a sip from her tea. You raised the teacup to your lips and took a sip of the silky green tea. Absolutely divine. You hesitated toward the food for a moment and just took in the beauty of the moment. The sunlight peeking in from outside shone onto Yae's fair skin and soft hair, light refracting off of her golden accessories. What a fine morning.

You partook in some of the snacks and had enough caffeine in your system to keep you running for the next century, which meant that now it was time to get moving. Sure, the time you were there was silent, but mealtimes don't always have to be filled with conversation. You both knew that.

As you both left, you generously tipped the woman at the entrance before leaving, bowing and thanking her for her understanding. She looked confused, but who wasn't going to accept the mora?

As you walked around, nearing your first destination, you were still somber and silent. Suddenly, Yae broke the silence.

"Is it okay to ask what kept you up last night?" she asked calmly.

How to go about answering that question, you had no idea. You can't tell her that you couldn't let her escape your mind for the life of you. You couldn't tell her that her intoxicating presence had left you restless. But you also couldn't tell her that you were stuck trying to discern what it was she was actually trying to do. This can't all just be for the sake of a light novel, there's no way. This has to be an elaborate ruse of some kind. Sure, since it's quite difficult to resist, you play along with it. However, the slightest hint of doubt still buries itself withing your psyche, even if in the back of your mind.

"I... I don't know how to explain it." You responded after a long period of silence. She hummed.

"I sense that you don't want to talk about it. I won't force it, Y/N." She said, looking at you and smiling. You clung to her arm unexpectedly, causing her to tense. She eased into it mere moments later.

This kindness was striking. About as striking as her usual, frightening presence. She can be so sweet, so understanding. It shouldn't be shocking but anything can catch you off guard when you've been outside looking in. Such is always the case when you're getting to know a person.

Noticing this also brought upon another observation– you found yourself close to Yae and gushing over her showing the slightest bit of kindness toward you. In not wanting to push, she shows that she respects your boundaries. She cares for your comfort. She was thoughtful and understanding, it set your soul alight and made you want to scream all at once. The unexpected nature wasn't helping your case, as Yae is usually to-the-point and sees no reason for hesitation. Maybe you were just overthinking, but this was a feeling of genuine bliss.

On Miko's part, she couldn't help but look back at you every few moments as you two ran about Inazuma City. She's learning so much from this endeavor; she's found what makes you pull her closer, what to say to make you weak in the knees, how to treat you in emotional moments. Truly, this was an immensely informative experience.

She could tell that she was already in your head~

Alrighty! Chapter 2 of this after forever and a half of not writing! I had to edit this a LOT, too. In the end, you got 1,632 words and I got a fleeting feeling of fulfillment. A lovely trade. <3

Bye bye sweet kitsunes, ROSEY ♡

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