#she'd give you a hug for that compliment!

[chrissv4mp]

bring that over here , BILLIE E.

summary: when billie sees you come out of the shower, she can't hold back her crush on you anymore.

pairing: bsf!billie eilish × bsf!fem!reader

warnings/topics: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, fingering, praise, begging, pet names(mamas, baby, good girl, pretty girl, etc.), oral, restraints, blindfolds, etc.

a/n: first billie one-shot, gimme ur thoughts🙏

wc: 2.6k

"call me back when you get here," billie said, finger tapping on the back of her phone as she looked up at the ceiling of her living room.

"i will, see you in a little, bills." you replied, smiling even if she couldn't see.

before you could hang up, billie's voice came through your phone again, and you put the device back up to your ear.

"wait, wait! i forgot to tell you that i got you somethin'." the girl spoke, sitting up straight on the couch before resting her feet on the coffee table.

your eyebrow raised, and you laughed nervously, "what? you really didn't have to, i'm just sleeping over for a few days. did i do something?"

billie smirked, "nope, just wanted to get you something. you work so hard and barely ever treat yourself, y/n."

your cheeks flushed, eyes flicking between your floor and the kitchen counter, "thank you."

"no problem, mamas." your smile faded at the nickname, face turning redder by the second.

it wasn't like that was the first time she's called you by that name. it was just that it had such an effect on you, and you had no idea why.

"see you later," billie muttered before she hung up.

the doorbell rang, and billie quickly got off the couch and went over to the front door. she smiled when the door opened, revealing you.

"hey," the black-haired girl said, leaning down to give you a hug before moving to the side to let you in.

"i missed you," you replied, looking back at her, placing your backpack beside the couch before sitting down.

billie hummed, lockint the door before walking over to the couch and taking a seat next to you, "i missed you, too."

"and that's why i got you this," the girl exclaimed, grabbing a white box from off the coffee table and giving it to you.

your smile widened as you grabbed the box, carefully opening it and revealing a necklace that had your initial on it, "oh my god, thank you so much, bills!"

she nodded, smile wide, "of course, y/n,"

"lemme help you put it on?" billie asked, reaching out for the necklace in which you gave it to her.

you turned your back to her, and billie gently moved your hair over to one of your shoulders, her cold touch making you shiver slightly.

billie bit her lip, noticing how soft and clear your neck was. she just wanted to mark your skin, make you hers.

she carefully clipped the necklace together, before scooting back as you turned to look over at her again.

"it looks great on you, mamas," she complimented, eyes traveling further down your body, going unnoticed by you.

your cheeks flushed again, looking down at the floor, nervous as you felt her gaze on you.

"thank you," you muttered, a small smile on your face.

"billie!" you called, and the girls head quickly went up from her phone as she got on her feet.

"yeah?" she yelled back, tucking her phone into her back pocket and making her way over to the hallway to hear you better.

"could you get my towel? i forgot it when i got in here. it's on your desk chair." billie hummed in response before making her way up the stairs to her room.

after she made her way back down, she knocked, towel hanging over her forearm as she waited for you to crack the door open.

you opened the door slightly, leaving the smallest space so billie could slip the towel through, and as the black-haired girl looked up, she froze.

her face flushed a light pink color, and her tongue peeked out to wet her lips at the sight of your body in the mirror. she could only see the top half of you, but she wasn't complaining.

your tits were on display, and billie couldn't help but stare. sure, she'd seen them whenever you two went to the beach together, but now they weren't covered.

your wet hair was still falling over your shoulders, some strands sticking to the wet skin of your neck. you looked unreal, and billie couldn't help but bite her lip.

"are you there?" your voice had the girl jump slightly before quickly slip the towel through the gap, her eyes moving down to the floor.

the door closed, and she wasted no time in walking back to the living room and sitting down in her spot again.

her phone wouldn't satiate her boredom anymore. she felt like only you could in this moment of time.

billie groaned, throwing her head back against the couch in frustration. she swore you did that on purpose. why else would you open the door that much?

maybe she was overthinking, but then again, you knew she had a crush on you. she didn't even try to hide it, and yet you still didn't care.

i mean, who wouldn't want billie eilish obsessing over them?

the creaking sound of the bathroom door caught billie's attention, her head turning to look over at you.

you stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but your towel wrapped around your body, your now dry hair falling perfectly over your shoulders.

the blush on your best friends face was noticeable from where you stood, now, and you couldn't help but smirk.

your smirk widened as you watched her stand up, making her way over to you with a pout clear on her face.

she stopped in front of you, closer than intended, before she spoke.

"what game are you trying to play, y/n?" billie asked quietly, tilting her head to the side.

your eyes stayed on hers, arms crossed over the front of your chest to hold up your towel, "i don't know what you're talking about."

her lips upturned into a small smile, taking a step closer to your half-naked body. you could feel her breath on your lips.

billie's eyes went down to your lips, her breathing shaky from how close your two bodies were.

her hands stayed at her sides, not wanting to be the first one to give in, "oh, i think you do,"

"you're teasing me, trying to get me to break," she muttered, tongue peeking out to lick her lips again, "just tell me what you want, y/n."

your eyes moved to her lips, staying there for a while before your eyes found hers again.

exhaling shakily, you grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her body flush against yours, "i want you, billie."

she opened her mouth in a silent gasp, shock flashing over her features before she finally leaned down to kiss you.

you smiled into the kiss, feeling her hands on your waist through the fabric of your towel. billie sighed, running her tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

your lips parted, and the black-haired girl quickly dipped her tongue between your lips, exploring your mouth and whining.

she was the first to pull away, chest heaving up and down from breathlessness as she stared at you with lust-blown pupils.

"you're so fuckin' hot." the girl confessed, knees almost giving out just from the way you looked at her.

"and you're by far the best kisser i've ever met." you whispered, looking up at her.

she nodded with a smirk on her face, "yeah?"

you hummed in approval, grip on her collar loosening, "go upstairs, i'll be there in a minute."

the black-haired girl didn't think twice, following your orders as she quickly made it over and up the stairs to her bedroom.

she grabbed a hair tie from her desk, putting up her hair before sitting on the desk chair, waiting impatiently for you to come through the door.

billie bounced her leg as she heard the stairs creak, eyes fixated on her halfway open bedroom door.

she gasped quietly as she watched you open the door, your naked body on full display for her to see. her face flushed red, getting out of the chair and walking over to you.

her hand landed on your bare waist, and you shivered once again at her cold hands. her free hand went to close and lock the door before she pushed you against it.

her clothed body was flush against yours, and the feeling of the fabric of your bestfriends shirt rubbing against your chest made your nipples harden.

a whimper escaped your throat, lips parting slightly as you stared up at billie, "need you,"

the girl almost groaned at your confession, instead inhaling sharply before going to tease you, "how bad, baby?"

"s'fucking bad, bills.." you whined, hands going up to tug at her collared shirt.

her hand landed on yours, stopping your movements as she gripped your hand harshly. she finally got to touch you after all the time she's waited.

"well, you can wait a little longer, yeah? go sit on my chair for me." billie demanded softly, stepping back to let you walk over and sit.

she bit her lip, walking over and kneeling in front of where you sat, "so pretty, baby."

you sighed impatiently, moving to spread your legs and show your wetness to your best friend, "please."

the black-haired girls breath hitched, her pupils almost completely covering the light blue irises of her eyes.

"fuck—just, wait, stay here." billie exhaled, getting off her knees to go to her closet.

you listened to her, waiting on the chair for her return. when she did come back, you felt her presence behind you.

"put your hands behind the chair, y/n," she muttered softly, and you obeyed her, moving your hands so that they were resting behind you.

you felt the girl tie your hands together with a soft ribbon, and your eyes rolled back just at the thought of being restrained whole she touched you.

her hands left yours, and then she came into view again, walking back in front of you and getting on her knees.

she didn't even ask this time, knowing what your answer would be just by staring into your eyes before pulling your legs apart and tying each of them to either leg of the chair.

the ribbon was blue, of course, that was one of the colors she was obsessing over currently. she had blue everything, and fuck, even her shirt was a light blue.

there was still one last piece of fabric in her hands, and when she went to move behind you again, you knew what it was for.

"is this okay, y/n..?" she whispered, her breath on your ear turning you on even more.

you nodded frantically as if it was the last time you'd ever get to do this, and billie chuckled quietly before beginning to put it around your head.

your vision was completely black now, and you squirmed around in the chair out of excitement and nervousness.

"made me wait so fuckin' long.." you heard the girl grumble before you felt cold hands on your thighs.

"i should make you wait longer.." a pout showed on your lips, and you threw your head back softly with a whine, "but i'm nicer than that, and i want to taste you s'bad."

billie went silent, and you would've thought she left the room if it wasn't for the feeling of her breath on your chest and her weight on your lap.

you gasped as you felt her lips wrap around your nipple, her tongue swirling around the hardened bud.

her hand went to your other breast, toying with your nipple as she worked the other with her mouth.

the girl groaned as she continued her movements, her mouth moving higher up your chest and leaving a trail of purple-ish marks up to your neck.

she could mark you now, she could let everyone know that you were hers now. billie sucked on the pulse point of your neck, making you squirm even more at the pleasure.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. feels s'good, baby," you moaned quietly, hands straining against the ribbon around your wrists.

as she continued the bites on your neck, you groaned impatiently, hips bucking up in an attempt for some sort of friction.

"please, baby, i need you. need you t'fuck me so good.." you begged, and billie whined at the wetness pooling in her panties at your noises.

the girl got off your lap, quickly dropping to her knees for the third time that night. this time, you felt her lips on your thighs, trailing kissing upwards and toward the place you wanted her the most.

your hips bucked up again, and this time billie pushed you down, her grip surely leaving marks. your lips upturned into a smirk as you let your best friend control your movements.

you'd never been in a situation like this ever, and billie being one doing this to you made it all the more pleasurable.

"shit," you gasped, feeling the girls tongue run along your clit and then your entrance.

she dipped her tongue into you slightly before pulling back and repeating her motions.

after a few minutes of her torture, you heard the girl huff and then felt 2 of her fingers slip inside of your entrance.

"fuck!���billie, oh m'god," whines and whimpers fell from your lips, and you swore your wrists were white with how hard you were tugging on the ribbon.

the black-haired girl smirked as she watched you squirm, your chest rising and falling quickly, "doin' so good, pretty girl."

her fingers curled as soon as she was knuckles deep inside of you, making you let out a pornographic moan at the feeling.

she chuckled as she continued fucking you with her fingers, leaning down to wrap her lips around clit and suck harshly on the swollen bud.

billie was sure she would get noise complaints sometime tonight or tomorrow morning, but she didn't care. all she cared about was getting you off right now.

"m'gonna cum!—please, please, please lemme cum, bills..!" you begged, the rest of your sentence coming out as incoherent babbles.

she smiled around your clit, her fingers speeding up and ignoring the ache in her wrist.

her lips left your clit, and she licked them, groaning audibly at your taste, "cum for me, mamas, c'mon,"

just from her words, you came with an especially loud moan, eyes feeling like they would roll to the back of your head from the pleasure.

"s'good, such a good girl for me, baby." the girl praised, eyes fixated on the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took.

as you came down, billie carefully pulled her fingers out of you, moving to stand up, "open."

you listened to the girl, opening your mouth and feeling her fingers rest on your tongue. you quickly lapped at them, licking then clean of your juices before she pulled her hand back.

billie took off the blindfold and restraints before helping you onto the edge of her bed to sit again.

"how was that, mamas?" she asked softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you rested on her clothed chest.

you only nodded, feeling incapable of speaking after the high you just came down from.

she smiled, laughing softly before kissing your head.

"so, i don't know if you know, but i'm interested in more than just bring your friend, y/n." she teased, and you laughed.

"actually shut the fuck up," you playfully nudged her shoulder before pulling her in again.

a few moments of silence, and then you spoke again, "i'm also interested in being more than just your friend, bills."

tags: @cindylcuwho @livialifesblog

[littlelovelunette]

Gentle On The Soul

Sevika x Traumatised!Reader,

Contains reader who has trauma, angsty slightly, comfort, not proofread.

When you and Sevika first started out with dating, you were already sure things would go south the moment you witnessed her facing an actual anger issues episode. Given your last with those kind of things... Sevika was aware too.

So, she tried to distance herself from you whenever things got too hard but sometimes it just wasn't enough especially given the fact, due to the way Zaun was, Sevika wouldn't ever really know that you're safe. So she asked you to move in with her. And now, her feelings, habits and behaviour is always on full display because you live with her. After Silco's death, Sevika was facing some hard times as expected of her as Silco's right hand.

When the door slammed shut behind her, it was as if your entire being froze for minutes. You stood there where you were in the kitchen, halfway into cooking something for her.

"You're home." You said in a more timid voice than the usual which usually would've caused Sevika to raise brow. But she didn't today. She was tired. Too tired of everything.

"Lunch isn't ready yet?" Sevika asked in a more stern tone than she intended, taking her poncho off with a rough shove.

You flinched visibly, hands shaking as you placed the knife down against the chopping board, "No, I was just getting started actually."

Sevika gave you a look, a silent empty look before she left to go to the bedroom. You heaved a sigh. Yup, you'd successfully upset your girlfriend on one of her worst days. Tears threatened to blur your vision but you didn't let them, instead you tried to focus on the task at hand; getting lunch ready as fast as you could.

You were shaky all throughout cooking. You dropped the spoon when you were serving Sevika food as well and Sevika took notice of that. But the grief, the smoking, the alcohol— everything clung to her like a second skin and she felt so heavy that she didn't have the strength to question your jumpy behaviour. Instead, Sevika tried to divert her attention back to the plate you made for her.

Sevika got up without a word. Usually, she'd compliment your cooking, give you a hug and kiss and then you both did the dishes together but today there was none of that. You knew Sevika was in pain after the loss of Silco but you didn't want to be treated the way she was treating you anymore. It all felt so selfish to even ask for a bit of comfort or reassurance taking into factor everything and everyone she'd lost across the way.

So you didn't.

You would let the sorrows swallow you whole but you didn't want not even a little bit of your trauma issues touch a hair on Sevika's head. You did the dishes silently, your tears streaming down your skin and mixing with the water in the sink as you silently clattered through the pile of dirty dishes.

"Baby," you heard Sevika call out and you were sure, she was gonna ask you for a breakup now.

You didn't turn to face her because you were already crying as it was so you tried your best to wipe your face in the collar of your shirt before glancing at her, "Mhm?"

"I'm sorry." Sevika wrapped her arms around you from behind and let her face rest against the crook of your neck, "I'm sorry I've been ignoring you all day." You peeled off your dish washing gloves and turned to hug her after turning the water off.

You cried against her chest, "I thought you'd leave me." You sobbed, clutching Sevika's shirt as if she'd disappear if you let go. Your body trembled with the intensity of your crying, Sevika's soothing hand on your back barely doing much to keep you from sobbing harder.

"I won't ever." Sevika whispered again your hair, kissing the top of your head and holding you closer to her heart. "Won't ever leave." She repeated.

It had been a few days since that incident and Sevika had promised you that she'd be communicative ever since that. But somehow that communication turned into a mindless argument one evening and all you could say were gurgled words because of the sobs that threatened to burst from your chest.

But you held back. You didn't want to appear weak in front of Sevika. "You always do this!" Sevika yelled out without thinking, her voice booming over yours. "I don't understand why you—" and that was it.

The moment her voice heightened in volume, your hands clasped over your ears and you flinched. You took a step back. An instinctive step back. Sevika's heart broke. People flinched at her all the time and it never effected her. Hell, she didn't even care if someone pissed themselves out of fear towards her. But you... Flinching at the volume of her voice even. That broke her heart.

Before you knew it, big strong arms are wrapping around you and bringing you into a tight bear hug. "I'm so sorry, my love." She whispered as she pressed you tightly against her chest.

You breathed a little heavily compared to before but listening to her heartbeat calmed you down. You tried to match your breathing with hers. "You're okay, I gotchu."

[wileys-russo]

she loves control II f.rolfö (18+)

part of the colourblind universe, warnings for dom/sub dynamics and smut, minors DNI. i still feel a little conflicted about writing smut for real people so this might suddenly disappear, we'll see! she loves control II f.rolfö (18+)

it hadn't taken long once you started properly going out with your now fiance that despite her soft and loving tendencies as a partner, frido not only needed but craved and relished being in control.

in control over you, your behaviour, your body, your routine, your orgasms. and it was even more of a surprise that you didn't mind, in fact you shamelessly lapped it up, finding it shockingly easy to let her take the lead over things.

you learned very quickly just how far she would go to put you back into place if you dared forget it, never to take her kindness for a weakness as in the blink of an eye she could go from ridiculously soft to domineeringly stern so fast it made your head spin and between your legs ache.

as much as it was very much a power shift to have her be so in control, fridolina never made you feel less than or like you had no choice in anything you did, and you knew if she did you were expected to communicate this to her and she'd go above and beyond to rectify it.

because as much as the defender swore up and down that she wouldn't, you knew she'd also do anything and go anywhere you asked at the drop of a hat, both of you just as much head over heels for one another and unable to imagine a life without the other in it.

you really started to get a taste for this side of your swedish lover on only your fifth date. up until then you'd gone out together to do things, having met through mutual friends at an engagement party and hit it off right away.

the first time you went out with one another you hadn't quite realised it was a date, fridolina so effortlessly charming and friendly with everyone you found yourself unsure if it was all in your head that she was being more flirty than friendly with you.

but she was quick to assure it wasn't in your head, rather teasing it seemed you'd occupied a space in hers and she hadn't been able to get you off her mind for the last week and a half since the two of you had initially been introduced.

but tonight was another step forward, frido having asked you over to her apartment for dinner, something seemingly more private and intimate than any of your dates had been before.

it would be the first time the two of you had spent any time together that wasn't in a public setting and it had you nervously excited as you double checked the address and exhaled, knocking on her door.

barely a few seconds passed before you heard a lock turn and the door swung open, a pearly white smile and bright water colour eyes greeting you.

"hallå kärlek." the girl greeted excitedly, tugging you inside and into a hug, the two of you melting into one another as she kicked the door closed behind you.

picking up on the slightly nervous energy radiating off of you frido was quick to press a soft and reassuring kiss to your lips, smiling warmly as the two of you unwrapped from one another and her hand interlocked with yours.

"let me give you the grand tour!"

"-and this is my bedroom." the blonde pushed open the door to the final room, hand still linked with yours as you smiled fondly, running a finger over a series of jade statues on her dresser.

"its very you." you laughed taking it all in. "i hope that is a compliment." the older girl playfully glared as you nodded and promised it was, your hands breaking apart as she took seat on the corner of her bed.

"i love this." you complimented, nodding to a bright orange armchair in the corner near her window and bathed in sunlight, a chunky knit blanket draped over its back. "my little reading nook." frido smiled fondly right as you started to look through her extensive bookshelf.

"did you know i also have the softest mattress in all of sweden?" the footballer wiggled her eyebrows as you caught her eye. "oh really?" you challenged taking a few steps toward her until you were stood between her legs.

"mmm really, here see for yourself." you squealed as she pulled on the belt loops of your pants sending you tumbling forward onto her bed.

"fridolina!" you laughed, kicking her playfully as she laid down right beside you with a cheeky grin. "what? see, softest mattress in sweden." the girl tutted, her hand reaching out to push a loose strand of hair out of your face as you shook your head with a smile.

"you have a staring problem." you teased as she shifted a little closer, propping her head up on her hand to look down at you. "not staring, admiring." frido corrected, revelling in the pink blush which coated your cheeks.

"du är så söt." the taller girl smiled and indeed to her you were very cute, leaning down to press her lips to yours again though a little more passionately than how she'd greeted you at the door earlier.

you pushed at her shoulders, her back now flat to the mattress as you hovered over her, her hand coming to clutch at the back of your neck pressing the two of you even closer together.

her spare hand ghosted your hip where your shirt rode up slightly, fingers ice cold in comparison to your warm skin and you felt a smile tug at her lips as you squirmed ever so slightly.

after what felt like an eternity but wasn't more than ten or so minutes you both pulled away, frido chasing after your mouth with a few more stolen kisses and a teasing tug on your bottom lip with her teeth.

"is asking girls over to make them dinner just a cheap excuse to get them into bed with you rolfö?" you teased with a grin as the blonde playfully huffed and rolled her eyes.

"no it is an expensive one, the softest mattress in sweden is not cheap!"

~

"what happened to 'come over and i'll cook you dinner'?" you teased as the blonde grabbed out a variety of vegetables from the crisper, rinsing them and lining them up neatly on a tea towel draped over the counter in front of you.

"i am cooking, and you are prepping!" the girl bonked you softly on the nose with a carrot as you rolled your eyes in amusement. "snälla, don't roll your eyes at me." the words sounded soft as she paired them with a kiss, but they had your stomach twisting ever so slightly.

an early sign if you'd been paying enough attention at the time.

"please dice these and these finely, and then you can chop these a little rougher." frido explained pointing to different items as you nodded, rewarded with another kiss for your agreement as frido handed you a knife and grabbed her phone from her pocket.

"the song!" you laughed as she clicked play and the familiar tune sounded from the speaker atop her fridge, frido grinning with a nod and placing her phone down on the benchtop.

"may i have this dance...again?" the blonde asked with a cheeky smile, extending her hands toward you as you shook your head but took them none the less.

the song had been one the dj had easily played ten times at the engagement party where the two of you had met, becoming an ongoing joke with the pair of you that night to dance together every time it did, though a little drunker and with a little less balance as time dragged on.

"you are much more stable on your feet when you've had one glass of wine and not a few bottles!" you teased as she drew your body into hers, humming along and swaying the two of you side to side. "hey!" the footballer gasped pinching your hip gently.

"it was not a few bottles." the taller girl pouted as you smiled, craning your neck up to steal a few kisses, frido glancing over your shoulder every now and then checking on the meat which was slowly browning in the pan.

"no no you're right, it was a lot more." you patted her shoulder sympathetically as she gasped again and you let out a squeal as your body was dipped and almost hit the floor before she pulled you back up with a twirl.

"frido don't do that!" you hit her chest lightly, the smirk not dropping from her cherry red lips at all. "do what? this?" you squealed again as she dipped you once more even lower this time, bending down to hover her mouth above yours.

"you know if i did not pursue football i could have been a ballroom dancer." frido sighed dramatically with a small shrug, pulling you back up before you could kiss her, twirling you around and gently pushing you back toward the counter where the vegetable prep was waiting.

"really?" you questioned both in amusement and disbelief, taking your seat again, quirking an eyebrow at her as she nodded enthusiastically. "really. watch!" she grabbed her phone and changed songs, quickly tossing the meat about in the pan and flicking it down to a low heat.

"it is all about the counting and the steps, the key is to control your movements and have patience with the timing." frido explained, moving into position in the middle of her kitchen. "for example, the waltz-" she gestured for you to start cutting as you smiled but did so, picking up the knife.

"you go forward on your left foot, then to the side with your right foot but so it stays in line with the left, then you move your left to meet your right. and then you step backwards with your right foot, then to the side with your left foot but again always in line, then move the right to meet the left and repeat!" the defender demonstrated as she spoke and you had to admit she did not miss a single step.

"tack så mycket!" the blonde bowed and gestured her hands about dramatically as you clapped and whistled your approval, frido sending you a wink before quickly turning back to the meat.

satisfied with how it was browning she moved it aside to a bowl and tossed in an onion she'd already diced to caramelise. then for a moment she glanced behind her, eyebrows furrowing slightly at your own dicing technique.

"nej." you looked up at her voice, pausing your movements with a confused frown. "nej nej nej nej." the taller girl tutted with a shake of her head, quickly rounding the counter and moving in behind you.

her arms snuck around your torso, taller more muscular body pressing into the back of yours and caging you against the cold marble countertop. her slender fingers decorated with a few chunky rings tapped at the top of your hand and you dropped the knife on instinct, tensing a little as her nose brushed against the crook of your neck.

"not like that." frido tutted softly, grabbing the knife and your hand having you hold it as her own hands sat atop yours. "more like this. slower, finer, neater." frido murmured, breath warm against your ear as her hands moved yours much like a puppeteer, doing the movements for you and guiding them as if they were her own.

"understand?" the blonde asked quietly stilling your hands in hers and you nodded. "use your words, please." her tone just slightly more firm you again felt a strange feeling in your stomach. "i understand." you confirmed, feeling her smile into your shoulder.

"good, show me." she encouraged, a kiss pressed to the base of your neck as her hands moved instead to settle on your hips, pushing them ever so slowly into the counter as more of her body weight bore into you from behind.

"is this okay?" she asked before you could move, clearly referring to your current position as you nodded, frido opening her mouth before you realised your error and quickly corrected it.

"yes, it's nice." you confirmed verbally, earning you a proud smile and another kiss to your cheek. "good, now show me." she repeated, chin hooking over your shoulder as you resisted temptation to melt entirely into the warmth of her hold.

"very good, very very good." the defender praised at how quickly you picked up the change, dicing exactly as she'd shown you. once again at the praise this time your stomach flipped and something clicked, you wanted to please her, wanted her to be happy with you.

"you are a quick learner and a good listener kärlek." frido complimented, your head turning and chin tilting upward as reading your mind fridos own ducked and her lips rewarded you with a few proper kisses this time.

satisfied with your technique now it matched hers she left you to it, quickly moving back toward the stove top as you tried to pretend you didn't miss the way it felt having her pressed against you.

normal conversation flowed between you as sure enough you prepped and she cooked, rewarded for each task completed with a soft thank you, gentle praise and a kiss from the blonde, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't affecting you just a little.

"please let me help!" you offered yet again, dinner done and your date about to wash everything up, frido shaking her head. "no, you just sit there and look pretty." the girl winked, another blush coating your cheeks at her words.

"you are quite the charmer." you smiled, resting your chin on your hand and trying not to focus on the way her arms rippled as she scrubbed, her hoodie sleeves pulled up to her elbows.

"well when the soft mattress trick does not work i need to use the rest of my tool belt to get pretty girls in bed." frido teased as you gasped softly and shook your head.

"so am i just one of your girls then?" you tutted playfully as she winked, wiping her hands on a tea towel as the water drained from the sink and she appeared now in front of you.

your breath caught a little in your throat as her hands cupped your face, bright eyes boring down into you with a smile so sweet it could rot a tooth, her thumbs tenderly tracing your jaw.

"no, you are one very special girl."

your face heating up your eyes moved to avoid hers on instinct, her pointer finger tapping your cheek with a small hum to capture your attention again.

"eyes on me when i speak to you." her tone sharpened slightly, eyebrows creased ever so slightly as her eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort at the fact but to her pleasure she found none.

"they are so lovely, you should not hide them." her voice softened again, lips curling into a smile as yours did the same. "you're one to talk, your eyes are like a water colour painting." you quipped back, a chuckle leaving her mouth.

"well well well, whose the charmer now?"

from that day forward the two of you continued to see one another until eventually dates bled into seeing her near daily and you both realised this was becoming something more serious.

not a doubt in her mind that you really were a special girl frido was quick to ask you to be hers, officially, and without a pause at all you said yes.

as more time passed the blondes need for control became less and less subtle, as did your blatantly obvious response to it, one which pleased your girlfriend very very greatly.

as much as fridolina might have needed control, you needed her to take it just as much and gave it over more than willingly. you found the way she doted on you and made sure to correct any small behaviour or habit to her liking only made you fall for her more.

but again despite the way she could often switch so easily between soft and stern, you never ever felt mistreated or manipulated. she wanted you to do as she asked and you wanted to be told what was required of you.

“baby its big, bigger than what i’ve taken before.” you chewed your bottom lip nervously, sizing it up where it sat in the tall blondes hand. 

“I know, but you can do it. I know you can.” your girlfriend encouraged with a soft coo, nodding and caressing your cheek with her spare hand, using her thumb to tug your lip out from between your teeth with a small pop. 

“It’s not going to be easy, i’m going to choke on it.” you sighed with a small shake of your head. 

“no you will not kärlek, you just drink some water first and breathe in and out through your nose as you take it, like we practised.” the blonde reminded with another nod of encouragement. “okay.” you gave in, smile curling into frido’s features.

“give it to me.” you gave your own nod, looking more determined than you actually felt. “good, very good.” the blonde praised and you melted, readying yourself with a deep inhale.

then doing as she suggested you took a large mouthful of water, swallowing and extending your palm as your girlfriend placed the huge multivitamin into it, kissing your cheek as you popped the pill into your mouth and with a small struggle managed to get it down.

“see? easy. so dramatic for nothing!” frido teased, stealing a kiss and swallowing the crude remark back which sat on the tip of your tongue. “your health is important älska, you have to look after your body and your mind.” she smiled, lightly tapping your forehead with her pointer finger making you smile.

never much of a possessive woman, knowing that just as much as she was obsessed with you, you were just as much enamoured with her, it didn't stop your blonde lover from asserting herself just a little bit more when the two of you were out with friends.

"ready?" your girlfriend asked with a smile, car engine dying off as she twisted the key and you nodded. "you look beautiful raring." the blonde sighed, eyes raking over the outfit and accessories she'd carefully and lovingly picked by hand for you to wear.

"and you look gorgeous." you complimented back, fixing a slight smudge of her lipstick where you'd kissed her as the two of you got ready earlier. "i only look so good because i have you on my arm." the taller girl flirted with a wink as you rolled your eyes and pushed her lightly.

"hej. don't roll your eyes at me baby." a large hand grabbed your jaw, the slight pressure of how it squeezed a stark contrast to the way her finger ever so gently traced beneath your bottom lip.

"jag ber om ursäkt." you apologised sincerely, a happy smile in her features at how quickly you did so. "good girl." the defender breathed out, smile turning to a smirk at the slight pink tint in your cheeks.

that was another newer discovery, the way that two seemingly simple words could have you just as flustered as anything, your girlfriend figuring out early on that much as she adored you doing what she asked, you flourished in the praise she gave you after doing so.

“are you nervous?” frido picked up on the slight waver in your normally confident demeanour right away, eyes raking over you with concern. “a little, i want to make a good impression on your friends älskling.” you admitted, not having met this particular group just yet but they were old friends your girlfriend had gone to school with and you knew they meant a lot to her.

“min kärlek, they will love you, in fact they would be crazy not to. i am very very happy with you, they will see that because i make no move to hide it, this is the happiest i have been in a long time.” the taller girl promised, softly and sincerely as butterflies fluttered around your stomach.

“tack så mycket.” you thanked her, leaning over the dash to kiss her but her hand stopped you, your breath hitching as it wrapped gently around your neck, not applying any pressure but effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“later. i do not want you to smudge your lipstick that colour is just so perfect on you, my pretty girl.” the blonde complimented, grinning at the blush which followed. “matches these eh?” she teased, poking your cheek with her finger and letting go of your neck as you backed up.

you exhaled and took a second to collect your thoughts as your girlfriend stepped out of the car, quickly appearing at your door and pulling it open, extending a hand to help you out.

you murmured a soft thanks, the door closing and car locked as the pair of you headed across the parking lot toward the restaurant you were headed to meet with some of the blonde’s friends.

your girlfriends large hand sat flush against the small of your back, guiding you across the asphalt and toward the sound of glasses clinking and laughter. but the closer you got the more frido’s hand started to creep higher and higher, and by the time you were greeted by the hostess it sat against the back of your neck.

the small gesture was so common to you by now though you hardly noticed, in fact it felt a comfort of some sorts knowing she was right there. 

frido was also comforted by the fact that with a grip on the back of your neck it was much easier to control your movements through the crowded restaurant, keeping you locked besides her as the pair of you were lead over to the table already filled with her friends.

you smiled warmly as your girlfriend introduced you to them one by one, her hand again sliding down to the small of your back, guiding you to sit down right beside her once introductions were done.

it then moved to sit on your thigh just above your knee, the blonde never without a hand on you practically at all times, especially when out around others. though it wasn’t one that held an intention of possession, your girlfriend knew you were hers and she was yours and you didn’t have an eye that would ever wander, but it was more so to remind constantly that she was there.

“what looks good?” frido murmured as a menu was slipped in front of you, a gentle squeeze of her hand against your knee capturing your attention, not that it had slipped away for a second. “what looks good to you?” you repeated the question back almost right away.

“i asked you käraste, i expect an answer please.” your girlfriend murmured tone just a touch firmer as you nodded, her thumb tracing circles against your skin absentmindedly. you scanned the menu and offered up a few options, deciding to just split them between you.

as the waiter approached and began to take everyone’s order eventually his eyes turned to you, a smile and a raised eyebrow indicating it was your turn. “she will have the garlic prawn hot pot to start, the beef bourguignon for main and a glass of pinot blanc with ice.”your girlfriend ordered for you with a charming smile before ordering her own meal, hand still firmly planted on your leg.

you were pulled into conversation quickly once everyone had ordered but you let your girlfriend take the lead, knowing when to answer or chime in as frido would gently squeeze your leg in a silent permission.

when your wine came the blonde took it from the waiters hand before giving it to you, the same actions repeated with your meals. as it grew later in the evening her hand had travelled from your leg to again gently caress the back of your neck. sender fingers toying with the baby hairs curled there, arm draped over your shoulder and your chair scooted closer so your body was pressed against hers.

every little movement was calculated. the hands on your thigh, ordering for you, leading the conversation, all the ever so subtle signs of just how much she loved control, and you lapped every bit up happily.

there were of course other much less subtle ways that fridolina asserted her dominance, and by far your favourite was of course when the two of you were hidden away in the privacy of her bedroom.

from the very first time you shared your bodies with one another though the footballer made sure you were okay with everything, communication was just as important to her as control and you knew it was her expectation you uphold that.

you were back on the softest mattress in sweden once again, as the girl loved to remind you mainly so you’d shut her up with a kiss.

but this time the kisses were a little different, they held a slight air of longing and need, the air seemed to be filled with a new and exciting tension, something both of you had picked up on. 

so it was not to your girlfriends surprise when you moved to now be on top of her, your hands cupping her face and deepening the kiss further, but as always frido was the one in control as her hand sat on the back of your head so you couldn’t pull away.

her tongue licked filthily into your mouth and you shifted, the tiniest of noises made as frido’s lips curled into a slightly smug smile and her hand moved, both of them tapping your thighs before gently pushing at your shoulders.

“are you okay?” you questioned with a slight frown of concern, chest heaving just a little as you caught your breath. “more than okay kärlek, but i want to check something with you.” you shuffled back slightly as the blonde sat up, you still perched on her lap as you nodded for her to continue.

“i need you to tell me if you want to take things further than just kissing, i need your consent.” the footballer requested softly, brushing a loose piece of hair behind your ear as you melted. “i’ve been ready for awhile now, i promise you have my full consent.” you murmured, pecking her lips a few times in between words.

“good. now, i need you to promise me if there is anything you do not like or you change your mind you will tell me right away.” her tone shifted slightly as you nodded. “no. use your words, and look at me when you speak to me.” your breath hitched as her hand gripped your jaw, turning your head to face her again as your eyes strayed for a moment and hers bore into you expectantly.

“i promise.” you spoke sure of yourself, frido smiling clearly pleased and letting go of your jaw. you used this slight moment of freedom to grab the hem of your top, pulling it off of you and tossing it over your shoulder, grinning at the way the defenders eyes widened in surprise.

“i need you.” you whispered, thumb tracing her jawline as something shifted in the way she gazed at you. you let out a squeal as within seconds you were pinned beneath her, hands pressed either side of your head as her body straddled your hips pressing them down into the mattress.

“oh no no baby you might want me, but only i know what you need.” frido’s lips ghosted yours, head pulling back as you tried to capture them with your own, cherry red and painted into a very smug smile.

“say it.” the blonde encouraged, eyes twinkling as your heart raced beneath her. “say it. you should know that i do not like to repeat myself älskade.” your girlfriend warned, your head spinning at the way she could so easily flitter between soft and stern.

“only you know what i need.”

“duktig flicka.” frido praised, letting go of your hands as one of hers settled on your cheek and the other trailed a single finger slowly down your chest as you shivered slightly. “are you cold?” the girl teased as your nipples visibly hardened. 

though your reply was swallowed by her lips hungrily devouring yours again, your back arching slightly off the mattress as two fingers teasily ghosted your inner thighs, gone as quickly as they were there as you moaned quietly and the blonde sucked harshly on your bottom lip.

“frido.” you breathed out as her lips moved to your neck, the taller girl knowing every little spot to pay close attention to as your eyes fluttered close. “mmm? what do you want sötnos? use your words.” she teased, stealing them as her teeth sank into your neck and your hips bucked against her.

“you. i want you.”

“me? but baby you have me, i’m right here no?” she tutted, your head pushing back into the pillow as a large hand cupped your left breast and squeezed, her fingers toying with the hardened peak of your nipple.

growing tired of trying to find the right words to get what you want you decided actions might speak a little louder. so with your hands no longer pinned to the bed you grabbed one of hers which sat on your cheek, slipping the slender digits into your mouth and smiling at the way her face changed.

“behövande flicka.” frido breathed out, eyes lit with a new spark as you sucked on her fingers, gagging slightly as she began to rock them into your mouth at a pace set of her own accord, knocking your hand away where it held hers.

once more your hips bucked as her other hand came to settle on your neck, not applying any pressure but even the feel of her callous palm against your throat made your head spin. as her fingers left your mouth it wasn’t without a trail of spit, your cheeks flushing red as frido wiped it off against your naked chest.

You breathed out a sigh of contement as finally her attention seemed to start to go where you both knew you needed her, lips trailing soft kisses down your chest as her body slipped off of you slightly and you exhaled as her hand again ghosted your underwear.

“so wet and i’ve barely touched you.”

the teasing tone in her voice just made you want her more, eyes slipped closed as her fingers toyed with the waistband of your underwear, snapping it against your hips. 

“look at me.” they snapped open at her voice, her hand moved to grip your jaw as you felt her hand slip into your underwear and whined slightly. “you will look at me while i fuck you kärlek, and you will not look away until i tell you to or i stop.” the blonde warned sternly and you nodded.

“words.” she ordered, squeezing your jaw and your body bucked as a singular finger slipped inside you. “yes.” you nodded, a tap to your cheek reminding you of her previous demand as your eyes opened and locked with hers.

you felt your face burn bright red as you held eye contact and a second finger entered you, her pace picking up as your hands fisted the bedsheets, her lips curled into an obnoxiously smug smirk. 

“such a pretty girl, all red and blushing just for me.” the blonde cooed, and there was something about the sudden switch in tone for you to whine. “no no, you will watch kärlek or you will not come.” she warned firmly as your eyes fluttered shut and her fingers pistoned in and out, setting a rhythm which had you squirming beneath her in need.

“are you close baby?” she pouted mockingly feeling your walls tighten and something about it had you pushed even further to the edge, her bodyweight baring down onto you pinning your bucking hips to the mattress. “yes!” you moaned out as your voice cracked, barely able to get the word out but knowing thats what she wanted.

“good girl. now ask me if you can come, and if you ask me nicely enough älskling then maybe i’ll allow it.”

[enwoso]

Lovie fic nye party and Lovie is desperate to stay up till midnight but alessia doesn’t want to let that happen so makes the whole party fake that its new years before it actually is so Lovie can celebrate with them

midnight magic | alessia russo x child!reader

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it was new year's eve and you were bursting with with excitement. you were bouncing around the living room in a sparkled dress, your hair done to perfection with sparkly bobbles and hair slides as your face was painted with enthusiasm.

since you had been told about new year's eve by beth one afternoon while you waited for your mummy, you'd non stop talking about staying up until midnight.

but with that, your mummy knew there was no way you would make it. knowing you would be flat out asleep by the time the clock even struck ten pm.

you were a ball of energy but once that energy drained and it inched closer to your bedtime, your eyelids grew heavy faster than anyone could even say 'happy new year'

but alessia had a plan. an elaborate one that would ensure you felt like you had experienced the full midnight celebration without the inevitable crash into your slumber.

"alright, lovie. are you ready for the party?" alessia asked as her voice too was full of excitement, though her heart ached a little sing how determined you were. "but you have to promise me you'll try your best to stay awake"

you nodded, your eyes wide and gleaming, "i will stay awake, mummy i promise i'll wait for the fireworks and i'll say happy new year to all the girls"

alessia smiled, pushing your little head back which had '2025' in silver sparkly letters big and proud on it "tonight will be so special and you won't believe whose made the journey!"

you gasped, "who? who?" you asked, you asked your little legs hopping up and down in excitement.

"you'll have to wait and see" alessia dragged out her last word as a small huff came from you.

all the arsenal girls had been invited by alessia and had promised to help alessia with making tonight magical for you, the living room had been transformed into a festive wonderland, fairy lights twinkling— which you had helped put up, as well as a big balloon banner which read happy new year across the wall.

as well as your favourite part a table piled high with all of your favourite treats — mini cupcakes, juice cartons and of course enough crisps to feed a small army.

the plan was simple, set up a fake countdown and let you celebrate with all of your favourite people.

the doorbell rang and your eyes grew wide as saucers, "is that them, mummy? is that them?" alessia grinned as she nodded, helping you to open the door as all the arsenal girls were here.

each and every one complimenting how cute you looked as alessia hugged each one as they walked into her home. but as each one came in, you waved to beth and then you face lit up as you spotted someone who definitely didn't play in arsenal reds anymore.

"vivvy!" you squealed rushing into her arms, giving her a big hug as viv laughed at your reaction. "you came! beth said you might not be able to come"

"i wouldn't have missed it for the world, klein"

"how come i never get that type of reaction?" beth huffed as she leaned against the banister, alessia giggling at beth's reaction.

"beth she sees you at least five days a week-"

"and?”

once you had got over the star struck of viv making the journey down settling into a rhythm with the arsenal girls being around your house, music filling your ears until.

"where's my favourite little russo?" a voice with a thick accent called out as your head shot up. there was only one person who had a favourite russo.

"mummy? is that tooney?" you gasped as you looked towards your mummy, the smile giving away everything as she nodded.

you quickly getting up and making your way to the hallway, "auntie ella!" you squealed rushing into her arms as she hugged you once she'd put her bags down.

"'ello tiny, i've missed ya!" ella smiled as she tickled your side, earning a few giggles from you as you went to inspect what she had brought for you.

"are these for me?" you asked pointing to the chocolate cakes decked with icing and cool decoration. ella nodding as you rushed to tell your mummy with such excitement as ella followed you into the living room, saying her hellos to the arsenal girls.

your body was filled with even more excitement than you thought was even possible. all surrounded by those you loved, it was a dream come true for you.

but as much fun as it was, alessia had a little secret up her sleeve to ensure you didn't realise what was going on.

as the night grew later, alessia had kept a careful eye on the time, both the real time and the fake clock. when the real time had hit just past 7:55 pm which was exactly thirty-five minutes before your bedtime — alessia was beginning to gather everyone for the 'countdown'

"lovie, cmon it's time! we are gonna do out countdown for the new year!" alessia announced with a wink as ella helped to round everyone up.

you jumped up and down, "yay! i'm ready! i'll say happy new year like big girl!" you cheered umping up and down and clapping your tiny hands.

the girls all gathered around, pretending to check their watches making dramatic faces as if they were waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

"ten... nine... eight..." alessia started, and the room filled with cheers. "seven... six... five..." everyone joined in, chanting with exaggerated excitement.

in the moment, kyra was really paying attention as she glanced down at her own phone and at the time and then up to the other, "it's literally only-" she stopped herself mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she realised now what alessia meant by an early new years, "oh.. uh happy new year tiny!"

the room erupted in laughter as your eyes sparkled, you hadn't even noticed the slip up. too focused on watching the large clock on the wall strike, twelve. as you popped your party popper. "happy new year!" you shouted as you clapped your hands like a pro.

ella leaned over to alessia and whispered with a wink, "she's going to remember this for years. the best party"

alessia couldn't help but smile, "i think we done a pretty good job!" alessia paused as ella hummed in agreement before alessia broke into small laughter, "we aren't going to hear the end of that fact she's seen the real midnight, though"

as the fake new year's celebration continued, the team showered you with love, played games and even with a small persuasion game with your mummy were allowed to kick the ball around in the living room.

even if you did have to help kyra and katie hide the fact that the three of you had broken one of your mummy's ornaments that had lived on the coffee table for ages. but alessia wouldn't notice that it wasn’t there? and you would maybe tell your mummy about that later..

but by the time the actual midnight came around, you'd been changed into your pyjamas and were already fast asleep, snuggled up on the couch. your tiny hands clutching your esme the elephant teddy.

alessia looking down at you, her little girl, her heart full. she'd given you the magic of the night and you own kind of special celebrations and you could wake up tomorrow thinking you had stayed up till the very end of the year.

as a content left your mummy's lips, she whispered, "happy new year my lovie. you're my favorite part of every year."

and as she kissed your forehead, she could already picture next years celebrations. but for now, alessia savoured this moment knowing she'd made it a memory to last forever.

[sommerbueckers]

hii oml i love your writingggg, do you think you could do like paige x reader at a sleepover??? like a birthday kind of thing

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"THIS IS HER HOUSE?" Amy questioned when the estate finally came into view. "Ask her parents if they're hiring."

Paige broke a smile for the first time that night, and she shook her head at her mother. However, this did nothing to rid her of the incessant anxious feeling she had experienced all day. For the first time, in all the years that she and Catherine Drago had been going to school together, she had been invited to her birthday sleepover.

It was a big deal, the biggest deal. Catherine didn't invite just anyone to her sleepover, typically it was just those in which she conversed with regularly. This year, that happened to include Paige. It had started with the accidental add of Paige's Snapchat account to one of Catherine's private stories, the blonde slid up on a picture of her with a sweet compliment, and it was all up from there.

Now, she sat outside of the girl's residence as she worked up to courage to simply exit the car. Her mother placed a comforting hand on her leg, rubbing up and down the way most mothers often did.

"You nervous?" she asked softly.

Paige, leaning her head back on the seat, nodded quietly. "It's just that I don't have any of my best friends here, like, they probably all know each other and i'm just gonna be feelin' awkward..."

Amy wore a sympathetic expression as she listened to her daughter's concerns. "Well you're friends with Catherine aren't you? You're here for her, not everybody else."

"Yeah but I didn't think we were even close enough for her to invite me," Paige said. A lie. Paige didn't think she'd get invited because of the way she and Catherine talked to each other. They texted nonstop, about anything and everything. But as of recently, their conversations had had more of an intimate feel. They talked about their sex life, about their personal kinks and turn-ons, and Catherine had even shared a picture or two.

Not to mention the 'birthday gift' that Paige had told her she would get, Paige was drunk that night.

She wanted it to be just her and Catherine, not her, Catherine, and Catherine's friends.

"How about this, you go in there and try your best to have fun. And then in one hour, if you're still not having fun and want me to come get you, I will," Amy posed.

"Really?" Paige asked incredulously.

"Really."

Paige nodded her head in agreement, deciding that the offer was suitable enough for her. Giving her mom a quick kiss and hug goodbye, she stepped out of the car and made her way up to the large glass door.

She could see into the house entirely. The floors were a cream colored wood that seemed to be freshly polished, there was a living room off to the right where an incredibly large couch sat. It looked like something you'd see displayed in a furniture shop, clean and untouched. The house as a whole looked like nobody lived there, like it was simply there to take up space on the property.

To the left was a floating staircase leading up to a second floor that Paige couldn't see much of from her place outside. The most she could see was a glass railing that went across the edge of the floor. She swallowed her anxiety and rung the doorbell, the sound echoing throughout the house as well as outside.

Her mom's car remained parked in the circular driveway, waiting for her to be retrieved from the front of the house before she pulled off. She hadn't been standing out there for long, perhaps all of thirty seconds had passed before a brown skinned woman appeared in view. She was coming from around a corner deep within the house, her steps hasty as she made her way over to the door.

"You must be Paige!" the woman greeted with a smile, to which Paige nodded her head. "Come inside. Is that your mom?"

"Yeah."

The woman gave a polite wave to the car before Amy drove off, leaving the woman to close the door and turn her attention to Paige.

"It's nice to finally meet you! I'm Mrs Drago but you can call me Phoebe or Catie's mom or whatever you'd like," the woman laughed.

Paige nodded her head, shifting uncomfortably under the woman's gaze. She tried to focus on what Phoebe no Catie's mom no whatever the woman wanted to be called was saying, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how good she looked for a mom. She was fit with a slender face and model cheekbones, at least now Paige knew where Catherine got her looks from.

"The girls are upstairs in Catie's room, it's the double doors at the end of the hallway," she pointed up at the glass railing Paige had seen earlier, encouraging her to go up.

She ascended the staircase holding onto nothing but the blanket and pillow she had brought seeing as though nobody had bothered to extend the glass railing to the steps as well. The hallway was more of a loft area that lacked furniture; the flooring up here was marble with recess lighting illuminating the way to every room. Paige zeroed in on the double doors at the end, Catherine's room.

One of the two doors had a keypad lock on it, what the fuck...The blonde knocked softly and listened to the faint chatter and shuffling that occurred on the other side of the door before it opened. She was met with Catherine's unexpressive face, a feature that changed rather quickly upon realizing it was Paige that stood before her. She smiled brightly, flashing her pearly whites at the taller girl, and pulled her in for a hug. It lasted longer than it should've.

She smells good, like coconut and vanilla.

"So glad you could make it..." she murmured, dragging her hand across Paige's stomach as she pulled away. Opening the door, she allowed Paige access into the room. To say it was huge would've been the understatement of the century. There was a small couch in the front where another blonde sat mutely, a bottle of red nail polish in her hand as she went over her nails again. There was a vase of flowers on the coffee table in front of her, it was surrounded by loads of other miscellaneous things like card games and jewelry.

The fireplace, which Paige later learned was gas which Catherine hated, was turned on despite the eighty degree temperature outside. The tv played an episode of Grey's Anatomy, the girls had turned it on just before Paige's knock at the door. Behind the mini living room were two steps that led up to the king sized bed, the covers were all over the place and there were a few pillows lying around on the floor. Paige's scrutiny of the room was interrupted when Catherine's voice grabbed her attention.

"Do you live far from here?" she had made herself comfortable on the couch now, her head resting in the unnamed blonde's lap.

Paige set her things down beside the couch, shrugging her shoulders, "Kinda, like...twenty minutes maybe."

Catherine hummed in response.

The three girls remained quiet for a few moments, Meredith Grey's voice being the only thing between them and a silence thicker than a heavy fog. Paige was overcome with the thought that she was the only one feeling awkward. Catherine and this other blonde were casually laid out on the couch, something Paige figured they did often. She would too with a room like Catherine's.

Her eyes traveled up and down the girl's soft, smooth legs. At least that was the feeling they gave off when Catherine rubbed them against each other on the couch, almost teasingly. Paige bit her lip gently, frantically moving her gaze between Catherine's legs and the blonde's eyes to make sure she wasn't caught.

Catherine, thankfully noticing Paige's hesitation to do anything other than stand at the edge of the couch rather than her wandering eyes, invited her to sit down. She slightly readjusted herself so that she was still laid out but wasn't invading Paige's personal space. Paige would've liked her to, invade her space that is. But the dark haired girl was feeling unusually nervous now that she was actually in front of Paige instead of talking with her through the phone.

It wasn't long before a beeping could be heard from the door and four new faces appeared behind it. Three boys and one girl. Paige had to admit she would've liked it to just be the three of them, it was hard enough trying to settle her nerves with Catherine and one other friend. Now she would be forced to do it with four more. It was then that she remembered the words of her mother, and how she really only needed to stay for an hour.

Would it be rude to leave?

The room erupted in cheers as the boys jumped on top of Catherine, burying her beneath their bodies. Her protests were muffled as she fought to push them off.

"Will you guys chill? I'm trying to do my nails," the blonde grumbled, scooting over with the nastiest face Paige had ever seen.

One of the boys rolled off the couch, "Try a little harder, they look like shit."

She flipped him off with a freshly painted nail, her nose scrunching up at the mere sight of him smiling above her. The rest of the boys followed suit as they got up off of the couch, brushing themselves off. Another guy, pushing his soft brown hair out of the way turned to Paige and smiled goofily. "You look unfamiliar," he commented.

Catherine snorted, "Guys this is Paige, she goes to my school. Paige this is Zane, Theo, Malachi, and Sasha."

She gave them a small wave, not knowing what else to do since there were too many to greet one by one.

"I thought you hated everyone at your school," Malachi frowned, squeezing himself between Paige and Catherine.

Catherine frowned, she wanted to sit next to Paige.

"I hate everyone except Paige," she clarified, giving the girl a cheeky wink.

Everyone made themselves comfortable somewhere in the living area, whether it was on the couch or in front of the fire. Paige was even warming up, now finding herself in a conversation with Malachi and Zane about basketball.

"What position do you play again?" Zane frowned, his blonde eyebrows scrunching together.

"Point guard."

"I remember my point guard days, I was a beast!" he reminisced humorously.

"Yeah in the fourth grade," Malachi chimed in.

"You're committed to UConn right?" Zane asked, ignoring the other boy.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Paige smiled.

"Cat talks about you all the time," he shrugged.

At this, Catherine shot up from her position on the couch and slapped the back of his buzzed blonde head. "No I don't!" she argued.

He stood abruptly, and rubbing the now burning patch on his head he said, "Yes you do! I literally remember you saying-"

"Okay!" The blonde girl interjected, "Can we please play a game or something? I'm bored."

"Just go back to painting your nails Noella, the grown ups are speaking," Zane gestured to himself, Catherine, Malachi, and Paige.

"Well in that case you should sit your ass down," she snapped.

"What game?" Malachi asked.

Just like that, the topic of Catherine's incessant talk of Paige had been dropped. Dropped by everyone except the two girls who now stared at each other with pleasant smiles. The group gathered around in a circle and Uno cards were disputed amongst them, everyone audibly reacting to their own deck.

Paige seated herself beside Catherine, nudging her shoulder. "You talk about me huh?" she laughed.

"Zane blows everything out of proportion, i've mentioned you like once or twice," Catherine dismissed simply. It was a lie. Catherine talked about Paige like a proud girlfriend, boasting about how great of a basketball player her new friend was and how good she looked while playing.

Paige nodded simply, not wanting to tease Catherine too much but also taking pride in the fact that the girl talked about her.

They played games for a hefty chunk of the night, stuffing their faces with pizza and cookies and whatever else Catherine's kitchen had to offer. Paige was surprised to discover that the boys were sleeping over as well, though they were in a separate room, she couldn't ever imagine either of her parents allowing something like that.

When the time came for everyone to settle down and get ready for bed, Noella and Sasha disappeared into the bathroom while Paige and Catherine waited in the bed.

"Do you wanna shower tonight?" Catherine asked her suddenly, switching off her phone.

"Yeah, sure. Are you gonna shower?"

"Mhm," Catherine nodded. "It shouldn't take them that long in there cus they're in there together so..." her voice trailed off as she shrugged.

Paige frowned, switching her own phone off as she turned to Catherine. "What do you mean?"

"They're showering together," she laughed, "we do it all the time 'cus we grew up together 'n' stuff."

Paige's lips parted as she went to respond, but at the last second she decided not to. They shower together...What kinda shit is that? Never in life had Paige ever considered showering with someone she saw as just a friend. Showering was your private time to clean yourself and all the parts of you that no one else was supposed to see, to share that time with someone else was intimate, wasn't it?

"Sometimes we just go ahead and finger each other too," Catherine revealed, and Paige's eyebrows shot to meet her hairline. "Kidding! Holy shit i'm kidding, we don't do that."

The pair burst into laughter, using it as an excuse to touch and grab at each other. Catherine ended up with her hand on Paige's knee, toying around with the thread of the sweatpants she was wearing. She smiled slightly, "You believed me for a second though."

"I definitely did," Paige nodded, "was finna grab my bags and go," she joked.

Catherine smirked, "You don't like that?"

"Like what?"

"Fingering."

The energy in the room shifted quickly with just that one word, both girls now staring at each other in silence. Paige couldn't help but feel like Catherine was asking for reasons other than being genuinely interested, and she wanted to give her what she wanted.

"Not my friends...no," the blonde shook her head.

"You don't like it or you've just never done it?" Catherine questioned further, rolling off of the bed and heading over to her dresser. She rummaged around through the drawers for some pajamas as she waited for Paige to respond to her forward question.

If Paige didn't have a crush on the girl, she would've been uncomfortable by the topic, but since that wasn't the case, she provided her with an answer. "I've never done it."

Catherine laughed sweetly, her back still turned. Paige stared at her legs again and the way her jeans shorts cupped her ass perfectly, two gold stars on the back pockets. Paige wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers up and down those legs, how Catherine's ass would fit into her hand as she squeezed it during a passionate kiss. She wanted to see her tits, her back, she wanted to explore every part of the girl standing before her.

She pulled out a pair of lacy panties and a white tank top, tossing them onto the bed and sitting back down. Paige didn't know how she was going to keep it together all night if Catherine was planning to walk around in the pieces of string she had just gotten out. However, after taking a closer look at them, she noticed how familiar they looked. They were the same pair that she had been wearing in the very first picture that Paige had received from her.

Catherine looked at her, waiting for her to say something. She knew, Paige knew, they both knew, and yet their smiles were the only telling factors.

When the sound of the shower cut off, Catherine glanced in the direction of the bathroom. She slowly got up off of the bed and grabbed her clothes (if you could even call them that).

"I'm gonna shower..." she told her.

Something in Paige's eyes darkened as she watched her back up toward the bathroom door. She got up as well, her own pajamas in her hand as she backed up to the other bathroom door.

"I think i'm gonna shower too...After you though 'cus...I don't shower with my friends," Paige smirked knowingly.

"Right, totally understood."

✰ ✰ ✰

Paige couldn't keep her eyes off of Catherine's wet, soapy body. Though she had to admit, she wasn't trying that hard either. The shower was big enough for an entire family of people and yet the girls still found themselves mere inches away from each other. Catherine was standing under one of the shower heads, her eyes closed and head tilted in the air.

Keep it together.

Paige had repeated those three words in her head over and over again, the task proving to be more difficult with every second that passed. She wanted to pin Catherine against the wall and take her right there, but she wouldn't. Not until she got the green light.

She wondered whether that was the direction this shower was going in, did Catherine want to hook up or was she just this close with all her friends? But Paige wasn't just a friend, was she?

Those messages say otherwise...

Brown eyes fluttered open, and Catherine smiled coyly at Paige. She stepped out from under the water and closer to the blonde, her head tilted slightly upward to meet her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

Paige nodded, "Are you?"

She hesitated before slowly shaking her head.

"What's wrong?" the blonde frowned.

"You haven't given me my birthday gift yet..."

How had Catherine known that Paige had even gotten her anything? For all she knew, it was just a card with some money slipped inside. But Paige wasn't that inconsiderate, she had gotten her a jelly cheek tint from Sephora, but Catherine couldn't have known that. And she didn't, because that wasn't the gift Catherine was talking about.

Paige hid her surprise at the mention of the drunken promise, that entire conversation between the girls had been a blur for her. It was a couple weeks ago, Paige had been at a party while she was texting Catherine, their conversation quickly turning sexual the more Paige had to drink. She didn't think Catherine had taken it seriously, but she probably should've expected it.

"It's not your birthday yet," Paige smirked.

"Don't fuck with me," Catherine mumbled, crashing her lips onto Paige's.

The smacking of their lips was drowned out by the water coming down hard around them. They moved in sync with each other, grabbing thirstily at one another. Paige couldn't decide what to do with her hands, she wanted to grab her neck, to hug her waist, to smack her ass.

The scent of her shampoo was overwhelming to Paige, she felt herself drowning in it as she kissed her, pulling her in deeper. There was a sense of urgency between them, at any second they could be interrupted by one of the girls outside. They couldn't risk that happening, they had waited all night for this.

Catherine backed up into the wall, dragging the blonde with her without ever disconnecting their lips. Paige tasted amazing, Catherine could say that without a doubt for she was exploring every inch of the girl's mouth. Her tongue moved with ease as she maneuvered it around Paige's own, the kiss becoming sloppy.

A string of spit stretched between their mouths when Paige briefly pulled away only to attach her lips to Catherine's jaw instead. She sucked harshly in any spot that Catherine reacted to. Paige licked a straight line from her neck up to her ear, placing a kiss right underneath it.

"Been waitin' all night for this huh?" she teased, her hands trailing slowly down Catherine's body. She was holding the taller girl impossibly close, releasing breathless moans the more attention that Paige paid to her neck. "Been wantin' me?"

Catherine had her arms draped over Paige's shoulders, one hand tangled in her hair while the other dug deep into her skin. She mumbled incoherently in response to Paige, the cold glass on her back and the warmth of Paige on her front sending her into a clouded state. Paige's hands snaked down to her ass, spanking it hard before following up with a soothing rub.

She did it again, and again, and again until Catherine was a whining, begging mess.

"Please Paige," she panted heavily, "need you so bad..."

"What do you need?"

"Need you to fuck me."

Paige laughed tauntingly, "Spread your legs," she demanded.

Catherine obliged pitifully quickly, one of her legs hooking around Paige's body.

Paige ran her fingers through Catherine's sopping slit, relishing in the way the shorter girl shuddered in her grasp. Her thumb toyed around with her swollen clit whilst she began to tease her entrance with her fingertips. Paige stared darkly into her eyes, unconsciously biting her lip at the pleading look that Catherine was giving her.

"What's the magic word?" the blonde smirked mockingly.

"Mmm, please," Catherine whined.

"Louder."

"Please Paige just fuck me!"

Paige watched in accomplishment at the way Catherine's face contorted in pleasure when she inserted her fingers. The blonde nodded her head understandingly, "Yeah that feels good doesn't it?" she cooed.

"Yes," the curly head sighed out.

Just as quickly as she had pulled them out, she thrusted them back in. Catherine unwillingly whimpered.

"This what you wanted?" Paige asked darkly. "For me to fuck you on your birthday, hm?"

Catherine matched the rhythm of Paige's fingers as she moved her hips against them. Paige stared deep into her eyes as she fucked her, their foreheads pressed together to stay grounded. A burning sensation erupted on Paige's back, the shower water was coming in contact with the scratches that Catherine was leaving. She used it as motivation to go faster, plunging into her so hard and so fast that Catherine's legs began to tremble.

She clung onto Paige for dear life, one of her hands slamming against the glass door behind her as Paige fucked her into it. The other was hooked under Paige's arm and gripping her shoulder.

"Yesyesyes," Catherine mumbled in hastened breaths, "so fucking good, so fucking good."

"You gonna cum mama?"

"Yes, keep going."

Paige noticed the way Catherine's walls were clenching around her, and she nodded her head encouragingly.

"C'mon," she urged, "c'mon."

The other girl elicited moans that Paige had never heard in her entire life. They were uncontrollable as Catherine's body writhed and squirmed. The most guttural noises left her mouth and filled the bathroom and Paige muffled them with the palm of her hand. She slowed the pace of her fingers and let Catherine ride out her orgasm before completely removing them.

The younger girl was out of breath, her chest heaving up and down at a rate quicker than usual.

Paige held onto her, rubbing her back softly as she calmed down. She kissed the top of her head, "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," she nodded into her chest.

They stood in silence, holding each other and placing small kisses on each other's foreheads and shoulders.

"We should probably wash again," Catherine laughed shyly.

Paige smiled, "Yeah we should." She ruffled the wet curls of the pretty girl in front of her, "Happy early Birthday Catherine."

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[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ How the JJK characters show their love for u (love languages)

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, just overwhelming amts of fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im starting off with some fluff, bc they all deserve some soft loving <3

⋆｡˚ ♡ PHYSICAL TOUCH: light squeezes of your hand, hugs from behind, leaning on your shoulder on the train, holding your wrist while you walk together, no matter what their hands are on you. they just love you too much to keep away from you, can you blame them? the feeling of you against their skin makes them feel happier than they could ever expect, even when they're coming across as clingy sometimes.

nobara will tug on your sleeve until you oblige and follow her around the mall, your hand either taken by your girlfriend's or the brightly colored shopping bags she'd acquired over your trip. some for her, some for you, because she was just dying to put you in some of the shirts she'd seen around the mall. and she's smile and kiss your cheek when you went with her requests with no fuss

yuuji will take no liberties in picking you up at any point. greeting you? you're up in the air before you can say 'hello'. god help you if you even mention being tired, because he will carry you in his arms without a moments hesitation, holding you close to his chest and claiming he can't in good conscious let you walk while tired! as your boyfriend, its his job to take care of you

gojo will never ever hesitate to embarrass you with how doting he can get. dramatically gasping whenever he sees you in his kitchen making a snack and rushing over to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face and squeezing you while praising the heavens he's able to see you today, ignoring how you turned your face away and whined at him to lay off

⋆｡˚ ♡ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: with someone like you, how do you expect them to keep their mouth shut? they can never get enough of the way you blush or laugh at their compliments, or their daily vows of love. "you're a great cook, dear." if you made them a meal, or fawning over how great you look today, despite you being dressed in loose pajamas with a messy bedhead. they need you to always know how in love they are, constantly.

sukuna, surprisingly, can offer quite a few bits of praise to you through the day. while you may have to pause and figure out his wording to actually receive a compliment at times, that doesn't change how he'll always show his approval of you in his own way. he never fails to acknowledge your effort in something, patting your shoulder and congratulating you on whatever you did.

nanami is always straight to the point when he speaks, wasting no extra time to dance around a subject and often being more blunt than necessary with his words. and that carries over to how he loves you, of course. kissing the temple of your head, murmuring about how lucky he is to be with you, brushing hair out of your face while you lean in for a proper kiss.

⋆｡˚ ♡ GIFT GIVING: plastic charms, figurines, hair clips, clothes, jewelry, stuffies, flowers, games, they're never ending. you're never not on their mind, so it's really impossible for them to be out and about without seeing some beautiful roses in a shop window and not hesitate at all with buying it for you. a single off handed comment about how you're a fan of something, and suddenly your arms are full of different kinds of merch. you've had to reorganize your room countless times to fit everything they've gotten you in there, and you're starting to look like a hoarder. but, it makes them happy, so what choice do you have?

getou could plant acres of flower fields with how much roses he'd gotten you. you can't even remember when you'd told him your favorite flower, the innocent seeming question still forcing you to fill up vase after vase of beautifully picked red roses. the amount of times getou had shown up to your door, hands behind his back with a smile plastered over his face at your weary sigh. "what did you get now, sugu..." "i don't have a clue what you mean, my love."

maki will take the extra step and take you with her when she gets a gift idea, finding the way you'd fret over her funds as she casually bought you yet another scarf she caught you eyeing much cuter than surprising you with it. this happens so often that she's caught you snapping your head forwards when letting your eye linger on something too long, making her laugh and peck your cheek before snatching it up before you could notice.

⋆｡˚ ♡ QUALITY TIME: quiet nights, spent curled up next to each other simply enjoying the others presence. sitting next to you while you play your favorite game, throwing occasional questions at you and smiling when you eagerly answer them. sometimes they get sheepish at how in love they are, that you simply being there makes them feel happier than anything. but when you're cozied up next to them, snoring softly against their chest, they can't seem to care too much about anything else

megumi is the king of silent time together, claims it helps him study and plan for missions when nothing is happening around him. and while that's true, often times he will replace 'feeling lonely and wanting your company' with 'studying for an exam'. he's sure you aren't aware of what he truly means when he asks to come over though, even when he shows up with no textbooks or notes to 'study from', and immediately goes to cuddle up against you when you usher him inside your room.

choso is..very clingy lol. always following behind you wherever you go, sitting next to you with a soft smile even as you aimlessly scroll through your phone. he's so silent that you've forgotten his presence entirely a few times, yelping when you hear a low sigh or a shuffle of his hand against your own. you felt a little exposed at first, always being under surveillance by him, but you adjusted pretty quickly and accepted his way of affection.

⋆｡˚ ♡ ACTS OF SERVICE: call it a hero complex, but they just adore being your knight in shining armor. holding the door open for you, finishing an assignment for you after learning how stressed you've been recently, wrapping their coat around you when it gets too chilly out, making your favorite meal just because they could. why should you have to do things when they're right there?

toji, despite having cast away his family name, was still raised by a traditional family. which meant he'd assigned himself to any hard work that needed to be done. plumbing, cleaning, repairing of any kind, he was on it. at first he did it out of habit, used to being forced to pick up any chore that others didn't feel like doing. but over time, the way you'd thank him and hug him tight when he did something for you made his heart melt. nowadays, he almost gets giddy when he hears your frustrated mumbling from across the room, happy to help you yet again with whatever you needed.

yuuta is really the sweetest thing... he's always ready to help you out, no matter how small the issue is. the mornings are his favorite, though, watching your chest rise and fall peacefully while sunlight slowly made its way across your sleeping form. he loves being able to tidy up your room and get breakfast ready for you while you peacefully sleep the sunrise away. he'd turn his head towards the hall as he heard your footsteps shuffle closer to him, a blanket draped over your sleepy figure as you greeted him.

inumaki, even with your reassurance, still feels guilty at times for not being able to talk with you how you're used to. deciphering rice ball ingredients in response to you asking when his is birthday isn't the simplest task, unfortunately. so, he always makes sure to show his love through simple tasks he can do for you. keeping extra snacks in his bag for when you get hungry during class, handing you his umbrella if he notices the sky beginning to dribble on your way home, even when you insist he keep it. he doesn't mind the rain if it's with you.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Always Take Care

Caregiver!Agatha Harkness x little!reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You and your mother never got along, but you're giving her one final chance after years of no contact.

Warnings: Parental neglect, emotional abuse, emotional distress, regression, mentions of past trauma, implied homophobia, emotional breakdown, hurt/comfort, fluffy/happy ending

Authors note: This came from a personal place, so if this hits anyone else as hard, I'm sorry, but also, you aren't alone. This was a request.

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

You and your mom had never seen eye to eye, but when she'd found out about you regressing, she'd flipped her lid. Throwing all your stuff onto the street. You'd gone off on your own for a few years before she contacted you again. 

You'd been in a relationship with Agatha for a year now. She was your girlfriend and caregiver. She'd accepted you right away, taking you in without a second thought. She nurtured and cared for you more in the first week of being together than your own mom had in the first eighteen years of your life.

When you mentioned to Agatha about your mom contacting you, wanting to reconnect, she was suspicious, to say the least, but let you make the decision. She knew how you were with such a big heart. You'd open up to Agatha about the things your mom did wrong, but in the same breath, you'd compliment something she'd done for you. Agatha knew better because of her own mom, of course, but she'd never bad mouth your mom without ever meeting the woman. 

"I'll be in the office while you two talk, but if I hear her say something, I'm coming out immediately and putting a stop to it." Agatha spoke in a stern but caring voice. Her hand cupped your cheek that you nuzzled into. 

"Of course, Mama!" You looked up at her with big doe eyes that made her smile. Kissing your forehead as the doorbell rang. 

"Go on. I'll be right in the office." Agatha said before sauntering off, and you answered the door. 

Your mom stood there, a scowl on her face, same as you remember. Her fake designer bag that you knew now that you'd seen the real thing with Agatha. You try to hug her, but she pushes past you.

"Is this actually your house?" She questions, looking around. 

"Well, it's my girlfriend's place, but I live here with her." You can almost hear your mom gag when you mention being with a girl. It makes you feel sick, like you've done something wrong.

When she gets to the living room, she stops dead in her tracks. She sees the toys you'd left out this morning. Some plushies, trucks, and dinos. All things your mom never let you play with. 

"Are you still on that…What was it?" There’s poison dripping from her words. You can feel your chest tighten. 

"Regressing and yes, mom. I do." You try to steady your voice, but it cracks a bit. The scoff that leaves her lips makes you feel like your blood runs cold. 

"Go on then. Go and regress. I thought maybe you'd finally grown up, but I see I was wrong, and I should have known you wouldn't change. You're just like your deadbeat father." Each word hits you like an arrow. You feel yourself regress before you can stop it. Feeling like that little kid she'd yell at for the smallest thing. 

You sniffle, looking at your feet, feeling so small and stupid to think she'd change. 

"Hey!" You hear Agatha's voice raise in a way you've never heard. Both your mom and you snap to attention. Your moms eyes widen just a bit when she sees Agatha. She's older than you, and it's obvious to your mom. She looks like she could be your mom. "You don't get to talk to my girlfriend like that, and you certainly don't get to come into our house and make jabs at our lifestyle choices that hurt no one." Agatha seethes, her heels clicking on the hardwood of the living room. She steps and sizes up your mom, standing more than a few inches taller even if she wasn't wearing heels. 

"Who are you to tell me how to raise my daughter?" Your mom spits back.

"Agatha Harkness. Your daughter is an adult. You barely raised her. I'm helping her heal. I only allowed this because she thought you'd change, but you haven't. You still just want to tear your own and only child down. A real mom wouldn't do that. A real mom would love their child unconditionally." Agatha didn't stop or back down. 

Your mom fumed, unable to respond properly before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

As soon as the door slams shut behind your mom, Agatha’s hands are on you—gentle but firm, steadying you before you can spiral any further.

"Alright, sweetheart," she murmurs, cupping your face with warm hands. "She’s gone. She’s never coming back. I promise you that."

Your breath hitches, body trembling as you try to process everything. The words, the way she looked at you like you were something broken. You don’t want to feel this way. You don’t want her to have any power over you.

Agatha knows. She always knows.

"Deep breaths for me, darling," she coaxes, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "There you go. Just focus on me. My voice, my touch."

Her thumbs trace soothing circles over your cheeks before she guides you toward the couch, settling you into her lap with ease. The warmth of her body, the steady rise and fall of her breathing—it anchors you.

"You’re safe," she reassures, tucking your head under her chin. "You’re my precious little one, and I won’t let anyone hurt you."

The words melt into you, each one a balm over the wounds your mom tried to reopen. Agatha rocks you gently, humming something soft, fingers carding through your hair.

"You are not weak," she continues, voice filled with quiet conviction. "You are not pathetic. You are my sweet, perfect little love, just as you are."

Tears well up in your eyes, the emotions too big, too overwhelming. A tiny whimper escapes your lips, and Agatha is already there, pressing soft kisses over your temple, your cheek, your nose.

"Shhh, I’ve got you," she whispers, pulling the softest blanket around you both. "I always will."

She lets you cry, lets you bury yourself in her warmth, in her scent, in the safety she wraps around you like armor.

When your sniffles quiet, she shifts just enough to meet your gaze. "Would some warm milk help, my love? Maybe a bath?"

You nod shyly, and she smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. "Good girl. We’ll do both, then."

She carries you effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing at all, murmuring soft praise the entire way. She sets you down only to start running a warm bath, adding lavender bubbles because she knows they’re your favorite.

As she undresses you with delicate fingers, she tuts softly. "My poor baby, all worked up over something that woman said," she sighs, brushing away a stray tear. "But she doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Not anymore. You have me. And I will always, always take care of you."

The bath is warm, soothing, and Agatha stays close, washing your hair with slow, deliberate strokes, rubbing your shoulders until all the tension drains away. When she lifts you out, she wraps you in the fluffiest towel, drying you with all the care in the world.

Then, she dresses you in soft pajamas—ones she picked out just for you, with pastel colors and little stars.

By the time she’s settled you back into her lap on the couch, a bottle of warm milk in hand, the weight of the day has faded into nothing.

"You’re mine, my sweet little one," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to your forehead as you nuzzle into her chest. "And I will never let anyone hurt you again."

Safe, warm, loved—you finally close your eyes, sinking into her embrace, knowing Agatha will always be there to keep you safe.

[randomshyperson]

Favorite Star - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: During halftime at the Golden Globes, two guests find an empty room. Or the one where Lizzie's dress is driving you crazy.

Warnings; (+18), semi-public smut, bottom!Lizzie, dirty talking, implied secret relationship, just sinful. | Words: 1.437k

A/N-> This is actually fluff because I'm a sweetheart and Lizzie's face after losing another award made me very upset. And as the saying goes, the devil works fast but fanfic writers work faster.

General Masterlist | Wattpad | AO3

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You've been teasing her.

All day, even before the awards began, you filled her cell phone with selfies and short videos of getting dressed in your attire - A dark green suit that hugged your body just right and was chosen to match her eyes, giving plenty of material for every rumor that has been circling about the two of you. Then on the red carpet, with intense stares and hidden smirks in her direction that your Agent probably wouldn't approve of. When you finally greeted her, you even dared to whisper how breathtaking she looked next to her ear and Lizzie should have won an acting award right there for covering the way her body shook at the compliment. 

The Golden Globes party was as full as usual, and it was blistering hot and tedious. She still had to deal with an annoying host, and when the break finally happened, Elizabeth wasn't the only one who breathed a sigh of relief that the performance had been interrupted.

She made her way through the crowd towards the toilets, offering polite smiles to any of the known guests she crossed glances with and somehow, perhaps because she caught your eye before standing up, Lizzie knew you were following her.

Her heart leaped in her chest when she felt her wrist being gently grabbed. She caught a glimpse of your dilated pupils before you took the lead, holding her hand and guiding her into the first empty room you could find.

You let go of her hand to wrap your arms around her waist, a gentle push to have her against the closed door. Lizzie was still blushing because she was sure Meryl Streep had seen the whole thing.

Your lips were on hers in the blink of an eye, and all she could do was sigh, her eyes closing on instinct. Fuck, she missed this. It seemed like forever since you last kissed, Lizzie was almost beginning to think she'd imagined it.

When you broke apart, you were a little breathless, your eyes shining in her direction filled her stomach with butterflies.

"Hello, gorgeous." You greeted her with a smile, your hands stroking her sides. "Lizzie, this dress is... fuck."

She blushed at your affected tone of voice, smiling shyly. Her hands went to the collar of your dress shirt, and she stared back at you with the same intensity.

"I'm glad you like it." She whispers even though the room is empty and the noise of the party outside is enough to drown out the sounds inside. "Do you know what the best part is? How easy it comes off..." She teases naughty an inch away from your lips, pleased with the shaky sigh that escapes you. Your hands tighten a little more firmly around her waist and Lizzie bites her lip before instinctively thrusting her hips towards you. The cue is answered immediately - You grab her dress to put up a little so your thigh can fit between her legs, giving her something to grind against. But instead of giving in completely, she’s all too aware of where she is and the short time you both have before the end of the break. So Lizzie fiddles with your tie. "We can't. Not here."

You pout, the hands on her hips giving a tentative pull, forcing her to grind down into your flexing thigh, and her determined gaze falters into an aroused expression, the blood flowing not only to her cheeks but down her body, at a speed that makes her gasp for air. The hot knot on her lower belly making her dizzier by the second.

"Why wait, when you want it so badly?" You challenge back as if you knew how about the ache between her legs. You lean in to attack her collarbone with kisses that turn her into a panting mess, struggling to keep her eyes open. You gently bite the most sensitive spot behind her ear that you have learned to memorize and Lizzie lets out a soft whimper, her hips thrusting forward on instinct.

But there's movement outside. Footsteps and a soft bell. Break time is about to be over. Lizzie grumbles, the firm hands on your shoulder pushing you gently.

"We have to go." She says, but you don't let go, you pull her face to yours and kiss her hard. Your tongue makes her knees go weak and the only support is your thigh between her legs. She whines again, wishing she wasn’t wearing a dress at all. "Baby, they'll notice-" She manages to pant between your firm kisses, but she's grinding against you with a little more frenzy in the next second. Your hands move under her dress and Lizzie lets her face fall into the space of your neck, unable to care about the lipstick staining the collar of your shirt.

She choked on a moan when suddenly, your fingers reached forward - you just pushed the fabric of her already ruined panties aside and sank them inside her without warning. The throaty moan that escapes her is muffled on your skin.

It's ridiculous how helpless she is; riding your fingers in chase of her climax in near despair. And you're not gentle either, your thrusts are deep and quick inside her because you can't afford to prolong this and the second warning bell will ring soon. The cameras will be turned on again, your chairs will be empty, and more gossip about a possible relationship between the Marvel stars will surface in the media.

But Lizzie is coming hard against your hand, so she can't care about any of that right now.

It's one of the quickest orgasms she's ever had in her life, but she doesn't have time to feel embarrassed about it. You remove your hand to suck your fingers clean as she tries to breathe normally again, her hands gripping your shoulders so she doesn't slip to the floor due to her shaky legs.

You turn your face to her next, kissing her intensely and Lizzie moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. You smile as you break away.

"I kinda wanna skip the party and take you home, Miss Olsen." You let her know sweetly, and Lizzie lets out a short, breathy chuckle. 

But the second bell rings, and the cameras have been turned on. She curses quietly, and you help her to stand up properly.

"Come on, let me help you with this." You ask, your hands pulling her face to lessen the mess that has become her lipstick as she tries to do the same with you. 

But she knows, she knows for sure that her worn-out dreamy expression, the mess in her hair, will give away what she’s been up to. And that not only the other guests, but the fans will know too.

She swallows dryly, tugging at your hand. "They'll know."

You hesitate before giving her a small smile. "Is that so bad, Lizzie?"

She takes a deep breath, her lips cracking into a small smile. "I just... hoped to share the news in a different way."

You absorb her words for a moment, trying to ignore the warm happiness blossoming in your chest. Lizzie wants to go public. You steal a glance at the door before looking back at her and sighing. "Okay, I have an idea."

The whole thing goes very quickly; you pull your cell phone out of your pocket and take a picture of your lipstick-stained shirt collar. She looks at you with a frown.

"What...?"

"Well, you're not on Instagram so this is as good as it gets." You explain, letting her see the photo and the small caption that simply read “a good-luck kiss from my favorite star”. Lizzie felt her face burn, and she giggled nervously. This would cause some commotion, she could already imagine Twitter going insane trying to guess who you were talking to. Knowing her fans, they probably already knew.

She stares at you to say; "Your agent is going to kill you. Not only that, they'll drown you with questions when we are out of here."

You chuckled, offering her a wink. "It was totally worth it."

She approaches again, stealing a short kiss before touching the door handle. "I'll fix my makeup, you go ahead."

You pout. "But my picture was so nice..."

Lizzie rolls her eyes with a laugh. "I never said you couldn't post it." She teases, and it's her turn to give you a wink before walking out the door.

This woman is still going to be the death of you. Honestly.

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Well this time it was the fromis_9 how will they react im their squirting and who is squirt like a fountain.

Saerom

"Oh my god."

Saerom's moan is barely a whisper. She can feel how you're rearranging her guts with every stroke. Her head rests on the kitchen counter while you pull her hips back whenever you thrust forward. At the beginning Saerom played with her pussy while you fucked her ass, but now she can't even do that. After another particular hard and deep thrust her eyes roll to the back of her head. She can feel it rising. That slow, steady build up.

Saerom's hands grip the edges of the counter. The pleasure suddenly overwhelms her and instead of screaming she can only let out weak moans.

"My ass is gonna cum."

You can barely hear her. The sounds of your hips meeting her ass fill the whole kitchen.

"I'm gonna-"

A loud shriek interrupts Saerom's warning and you have to hold onto her so she doesn't fall. Her whole body shakes and squirms. Her legs give out and she's barely hanging onto the counter. Your cock is buried deep inside her ass as Saerom starts to squirt. You can't see it since you're standing behind her, but you hear how her squirt hits the drawers underneath the counter. After a couple of moments, no more juices leave her body. But Saerom is still bent over the counter. Silent. And you can only see her twitch from time to time while you wait for her to regain her strength.

Hayoung

You just wanted to check up on Hayoung after she said she'd go practice three hours ago. But when you opened the door to the practice room, you were greeted by something you never expected to see. Hayoung on her knees, her top was missing, while she was sucking off her boyfriend.

"Hello manager-nim."

He said when he noticed you and Hayoung turned around. You expected her to be embarrassed or angry, basically anything except amused.

"A second cock. That's exactly what I need right now."

Half an hour later and you and her boyfriend are still sharing her. After she gave the both of you head, she got on all fours with her boyfriend fucking her from behind while Hayoung kept her lips wrapped around your cock. Eventually, you and her boyfriend changed positions.

You never thought you'd get the chance to actually fuck Hayoung. You never even expected her to be into this. But her tight pussy is now hugging your cock while she moans around her boyfriend's dick. You can tell how much it turns her on getting fucked by two men at once. She has been dripping for a while now, but when her boyfriend takes her face into his hands and starts to fuck her face, you feel her getting noticeably tighter.

While the two or you keep using Hayoung's body, she eventually climaxes. You're surprised by her squirting all over your cock. You didn't think she had it in her, but her juices push your cock out of her pussy and a big puddle of squirt forms underneath her. Hayoung's moans would've filled the room, if it wasn't for her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.

Gyuri

"Damn, Gyuri. How are you this pretty?"

Your girlfriend blushes at your compliment despite the fact you're balls deep inside her pussy. The two of you are standing in front of the mirror inside the bathroom of the restaurant you just ate at. Your eyes are glued to her face through the mirror, taking in how she bites her lip, how her eyebrows furrow when you hit the right spot, how her eyes open and close while she moans.

Gyuri always says she isn't into public sex and she always tries to get out of it when you get to touchy in public, but her body is always telling you the opposite. By now convincing her to have sex in a place like this has become your own kind of foreplay.

"You feel so good."

Gyuri murmurs, afraid that someone might hear the two of you if she talked louder. You could say the same though. Gyuri's thighs are pressed together, which doesn't just look amazing, but also automatically tightens her pussy. The both of you are close to your individual orgasms. And when you place on hand on her thighs to let it run along her smooth skin and the other on her top, cupping her breasts through the fabric, Gyuri reaches hers first.

You watch how your girlfriend climaxes through the mirror. She leans against you for support as her legs grow weaker. Gyuri is normally not someone who squirts, but when she's in public? Her body betrays her lips everytime. You see her juices run down her legs, some of it getting onto your hand. She isn't very loud either, but you love the little gasps and whines that escape Gyuri's lips.

Jiwon

Jiwon moans uncontrollably as you eat her out. She is always loud. Not just while she sings or participates in variety content. During sex you always have to make sure that no one is close by. You can't even count the noise complaints you got from your neighbors at this point.

"Oh my god, yes! More!"

Her cries echo through your whole apartment. You insert two of your fingers into her pussy as your tongue focuses on her clit. You know her pretty well by now and it won't take long if you continue what you're doing now. Your fingers inside her, your mouth glued to her clit. But what gets her going as well is your other hand. You reach upwards to cup one of her breasts.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

Jiwon's head rolls back and you slowly move your hand down again. But instead of just letting it glide down her smooth skin, you slightly dig your fingers into her flesh. You soon feel goosebumps form on her skin as you slowly drag your hand from her chest across her midriff and down to her waist.

"Oh my god!"

Jiwon lets out a hiss at at the slight pain you dish out, before your fingers finally find her thigh. Your nails dig into her flesh even further as you continue your work on her pussy.

"I'm so close!"

She announces and you continue what you're doing, not wanting to disrupt her build up. A few moments later, Jiwon takes a hold of your head and pushes you deeper into her crotch. You seal her pussy with her mouth, knowing what comes next.

Jiwon squirts as much as she is loud. So much you can never take all of it. But you at least try. When she orgasms, her hips buck upwards and she squirts right into your mouth. It tastes like sugar water with a hint of apples which she probably ate earlier today. Her sweet taste makes you groan in bliss as you feel your mouth getting filled with her squirt. It soon leaks out between your lips and her pussy, dripping down your chin and landing on the couch she's lying on.

Jisun

Your first time with Jisun is turning out differently from what you expected. She isn't into very rough sex, but you already knew that. What you didn't know was that she loves to ride cock and that's exactly what she's doing right now. She bounces up and down on top of you. Her pussy glides along your length and her ponytail swings from side to side.

But it's not just the riding. It's also how wet Jisun actually is. And it's not just her normal juices. Jisun is literally creaming all over your cock. The white sticky substance kinda reminds you of your own cum, but a little more fluid as Jisun drenches your cock with even more of it. It feels amazing, her pussy smoothly sliding up and down your length.

Reaching up, you take her tits into your hands and start to play with them. Her head rolls back in pleasure when she feels you kneading her breasts and occasionally even pinching her nipples. It just makes her ride you faster and it seems like she's creaming even more now.

When Jisun suddenly comes to a hold, you feel her pussy contracting around your cock. Without any warning at all, Jisun orgasms on top of you. Her squirting on your cock makes you groan in pleasure, her own moans mixing with yours. Her squirt washes most of her cream away, but now your cock and your abdomen are coated in a thick layer of her juices.

Seoyeon

Seoyeon's eyes are wide open as you lean over her. She's lying on her back while you stand between her legs. You support your weight by placing both your hands on her tight midriff. Her toned stomach looks amazing, especially when it's glazed with your cum. But right now you're missing is to make Seoyeon cum.

Your cock keeps rubbing against her G-spot as you thrust into her again and again. Your hands pressing down on her stomach only add to her pleasure. You know it's wishful thinking, but it almost feels like you can feel your cock through her midriff.

"I love your body, Seoyeon. You're so tight."

You whisper into her ear, making her breath hitch in response. Her legs are wrapped around your waist and you feel her flexing her calves whenever you bottom out inside of her.

"Oppa..."

Seoyeon moans before biting her lip. Her hands reach for your arms and her eyes beg you to pick up the pace. As you do so, you watch her falling apart underneath you. People might think that this position is boring, but with Seoyeon it's your favorite. You can admire her toned body, her tits which are hidden underneath her top right now, her gorgeous face and, the best feature of them all, Seoyeon squirts in this position the easiest.

You can soon feel it coming. How her eyes close, her legs tighten around you as they pull you in even further. How her nails dig into your biceps. How her pussy threatens to suffocate your cock. How her stomach raises and falls as her breathing becomes shallow and quicker.

"Oppa..."

Another moan, but this time it's a warning. You burry your face in her neck, taking in her scent as you taste her sweat. When she starts to squirt, Seoyeon loses it. Her nails scratch your arms, adding to the marks she left this morning. Her juices try to push you out of her tight pussy, but her legs keep you in place. Your cock is drenched in her squirt within seconds, while she moans and gasps.

"Good girl."

You whisper into her neck as Seoyeon calms down.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung weakly shakes her head. Her hands push against your arm, trying to push your fingers out of her pussy, but you keep them where they belong.

"I'm gonna be gone for a week because of work. So we better get it all out of your system now."

She whines as you curl your fingers upwards. When you start to move them inside of her again, her hands hold onto her thighs. The towel she is lying on is already soaked. You've made her squirt three times in a row and it seems she doesn't have much more in her.

Chaeyoung arches her back when you pick up the pace. She is too tired to talk and her legs are constantly shaking. Another whine makes you smile and you can't help but admire how beautiful her full thighs look when they're coated in her glistening juices.

Since you have been working on her for a while, the next orgasm doesn't take that long. It feels like her body is just waiting to climax again.

"Come on, Chae. One last time."

You whisper into her ear, which makes a cold shudder run down her spine. Excitement, worry all of her emotions soon get replaced by pure pleasure. Instead of a cry, a loud mewl leaves her lips when Chaeyoung orgasms for the fourth time today. She's still squirting, ruining the towel and wetting your arm and hand, but it's not nearly as much as the first time. She loses control of her body as she just lies there, shaking and squirming as her high rushes through her.

As you watch, you stroke her hair lovingly while licking her squirt off your hand after removing it from between her legs.

Nagyung

"Keep going, baby."

You whisper into Nagyung's ear, before lowering your head to capture one of her nipples with your mouth.

The two of you were just enjoying breakfast on a warm Sunday morning, but Nagyung has been really horny lately. Now she's riding you, while you sit in your chair in the garden.

"Good girl."

You say, while she moans your name, her hands holding onto your shoulders. Your own were holding onto her waist, but are now moving down to grope her ass.

The two or you don't talk much, just enjoying the beautiful day and each other's bodies with the occasional moan here and there. You keep sucking on each of her tits, while Nagyung kisses the top of your head whenever she moves upwards. Her pussy swallows your cock again and again and you feel her wet lips glide along your length.

"Oppa..."

Nagyung eventually whines and you feel her movements become faster and less rhythmic. The harder she bounces in your lap, the louder her cheeks hit your thighs. That sound and her moans eventually drown out any other noises in the garden.

"I'm almost there."

She sighs and you give her butt a couple of squeezes while you keep enjoying her tits.

Soon, Nagyung orgasms. She falls into your lap, hugging you tight. A moment later she squirts all over your cock. She gets some of it on your shirt and abs as she twitches and squirms in your lap.

"Oppa..."

She moans and you hold her in place, until she finally calms down.

Jiheon

"I read on Reddit that a woman's orgasm is three times stronger during anal."

That was Jiheon's excuse for the two of you to try it for the first time. You've never done it before and you both made sure to prepare properly.

"Are you okay?"

You lean down a little, but that only makes your cock go even deeper into her ass. Jiheon lets out another groan. She's on all fours on the bed while you kneel behind her. Half of your cock is buried inside her ass.

"I'm fine."

You hear her breathing a little heavier when you resume thrusting in and out of her. Everytime Jiheon groans you can't tell if it's because of pain or pleasure. These aren't her usual moans or whines. They are more raw, more unfiltered, more primal.

"I'm gonna try to fit all of it in now."

"Yes."

She nods as she approves.

Your girlfriend becomes a stuttering mess as you move to bottom out inside her ass. It's way tighter than her pussy and you have to keep a tight grip on her butt cheeks, afraid you'd otherwise get overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Oh my god. Oh my god."

Jiheon moans and you don't move, your cock as deep inside of her ass as possible. You watch her upper body slowly sinking into the mattress. Her arms aren't supporting her anymore. Her left is now just stretched out on the sheets, while the other's hand reaches for her pussy.

"Keep going."

You start to fuck Jiheon's ass hole just like you'd fuck her pussy. A little less rough of course, but still at a normal pace. Her puckered hole around your shaft just feels amazing. You can't describe it, but you can tell that Jiheon is experiencing equal amounts of pleasure. Her moans become louder and louder and after a couple of minutes, your girlfriend already reaches her orgasm.

Her other hand falls to the mattress as well as she climaxes. She loses control over her body and a moment later, Jiheon squirts like a waterfall. You didn't expect this at all and so, after only a couple of seconds, the entire bed is soaking wet. Jiheon's whole body is now slowly sinking into the sheets as if she is losing consciousness.

"Jiheon?"

You lean over to check up on her. Her eyes are only half open and are rolled to the back of her head. Her mouth is slightly open, her lips curved upwards in a dumb smile, her tongue peaking out. Did you just melt your girlfriend's brain?

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Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120 Headcanons

Pairing: Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120 x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, killing, guns/gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

જ⁀➴ Watching Hyun-ju during the six-legged pentathlon, you couldn't help but be amazed. She was a leader, a fighter, someone who didn't and wouldn't give up, that much was sure. It was amazing to see her lead her group to victory, to safety, being the one to push them and encourage them. Everyone cheered, obviously including you, and it truly was an amazing feeling to see them all get away with their lives. You weren't so sure if you'd make it, too.

જ⁀➴ Thankfully, you did. Your group barely scraped by and you just decided that you needed to be on Hyun-ju's team. Hesitantly, you approached Geum-ja, who immediately noticed your small figure and agreed in a heart beat to let you join their little group.

"You were great back there, you know?" You told Hyun-ju with a shy smile while she was sitting on the stairs, originally just observing Yong-sik getting scolded by his mother again. "Hm? Ah.. that was nothing." she replied back, shaking her head when smiling up at you. "I think everyone in here should be like you," you chuckled, "like, actually. We'd all benefit from it."

જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju's heart melted at all the nice words you would say to her, complimenting her braveness and strength. It made her feel more validated in her actions, which was the motivation she really needed in a place like this. Young-mi was equally excited to have you in their group now, having animated conversations with you about the things you had in common — And if she approved of you, Hyun-ju would, too.

જ⁀➴ Whenever you were scared, were having doubts about yourself or just needed someone to talk, Hyun-ju was there. It was almost like she felt it when you felt that way and she'd always listen to you and comfort you. Her hugs were warm and firm, perfectly calming you down after a particularly bad nightmare. In return, you also encouraged her to talk to you if she ever felt the need to, but everytime you suggested that she'd laugh it off. To Hyun-ju, it was enough to know that she brought you comfort, she didn't need anything in return. She did think it was adorable for you to say that.

જ⁀➴ To distract you from all the stress sometimes, she'd ask you about your plans for the future, about your hobbies and jusy about the things that made you, you. Hyun-ju was genuinely interested in getting to know you and was growing very fond of you over a short period of time.

જ⁀➴ After suffering through the third game together, and also a painful loss (rip Young-mi, my queen), everyone was going through it. Instead of everyone keeping it peaceful, they just decided to slaughter each other after lights out. Ever since losing Young-mi, Hyun-ju was very adamant on keeping you by her side at all times. She wouldn't make that mistake again and leave someone she cared about out of her sight.

The lights flicker like crazy above you, screams and the disgusting sound of people getting killed right next to you were the only things you could focus on right now. You were panicking, you were scared, you felt like you were going to cry and throw up. Hyun-ju had grabbed you by your hand and dragged you to the last corner of the dorm area, hiding you between some mattresses other players had set up. She was firmly holding you by your shoulders and telling you something you couldn't make up. Probably that everything will be okay or something. "Hey! Hey, please listen to me," Hyun-ju leaned in close, hugging you against her, "it's all going to be fine. We'll be okay."

જ⁀➴ In fact, you were. Obviously you were. Hyun-ju wouldn't say something she didn't mean — she wouldn't lie to you. She knew that winning someones trust was hard and the fact that you put so much of it into her filled her with pride.

જ⁀➴ Gi-hun had his mind set on a revolution. Anybody who could handle a firearm was supposed to step forward and take one of of the ones they took off the dead guards. You swallowed, locking eyes with Hyun-ju. She'd step forward, they needed her. You gave her a quick nod and a faint smile and she returned it, quickly stepping forward to help the others.

Geum-ja put a hand on your shoulder, claiming that she'll be fine and that she's far too tough to die out there. "They'll be back to get us out of here, don't worry about it." she said, tugging you by your sleeve, beckoning you to come with her.

When Dae-ho stormed in after a while again, hastily collecting the magazines out of the guards pockets, you were relieved, even if he seemed extremely beside himself. He had some sort of panic attack, so you sat him down on one of the beds, trying to reason with him, until Hyun-ju stormed in, making your facs light up. Oh my god, she's alive. She basically ran to Dae-ho, urging for the ammunition and kept asking him what happened.. so, this wasn't going according to plan at all. You assumption was confirmed by all the masked guards that flooded into the dorm area, holding the remaining players at gunpoint.

"Hyun-ju..?" your voice was shaky. Her eyes fell down on you, taking your hand into hers. "It's all going to be fine."

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hi.. love your desi f1 fics.. can you write something like lando dating desi reader and then just turning into national jiu (like Nick Jonas) so.. everyone keeps commenting on his post about being jiju and all.. and then one day, during media day, journalist asks him if he knows what jiju is.. and why is that relevant.. and lando goes all giggly and is like "jiju is brother in law" and is just happy to have nations love and support.. and the grid teases him and all cute stuff.. love your work..

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yourusername THEY FUCKING DID IT OH MY GOF IM SO PROUD OF THESE TWINKS

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landonorris PAPAYA ON TOP

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youruserame told you we should do a full country trip

landonorris excuse you??? i made the plans???

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lando.jpg I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I WAS GIVING A COMPLIMENT

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f1gossip lando recently met a fan in india while at the gym, who approached him and called him "jiju". his girlfriend was reportedly also there, and laughed at the interaction.

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user20 WHICH GYM DOES JIJAJI GO TO??? I'D LIKE A MEMBERSHIP OF THAT PLEASE

user21 this fan is out here living the life of every indian lando fan

user23 she really called him jiju 😭 and y/n really laughed at that 😭

user24 yall lets not forget the real og jiju of india: nick jonas

user25 we can have two jijus! we need more jijus!

user26 yknow if they get married... and we do the juta churai... i think we'd become rich and lando would become bankrupt...

user27 why do you want lando to become bankrupt 😭😭😭

user26 thats what a jiju does! becomes bankrupt at weddings for his own shoes

user28 WHAT?

user29 ghar aao please

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landonorris

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landonorris mustaaaaaaaaaaaard

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yourusername LFFGGGGGGG BOY

yourusername MY MAN ON THE TOP STEP FUCK YEAHHHH

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user24 real

user24 JIJU 2025 WDC LFFGGGGG

user23 nazar lag jaayegi 😭

user24 oh fuck nvm i didnt say anything

user22 so proud of jijaji 🫶🏻

user25 good job, lando! amazing drive! 🧡

user26 lando's only fast cause of the car he doesnt have the talent

user25 but its a motorsport? its a sport about the car being fast?

user26 so? doesn't matter

user25 wow. ok.

user27 jijaji jeet gaye phir se ‼️

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mclaren can you guess who lando is looking at? 🤔

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georgerussell jijaji

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yourusername NO YOURE ALL WRONG! HE'S YOUR BROTHER, IM THE SISTER IN LAW! HE'S NOT YOUR JIJAJI!

user29 ...is this confirmation that theyre married????

user30 love how everyone is ignoring admin's question because everyone knows the answer anyways

user31 JIJAJI FOR THE WIN LFFGGGGG

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i hope you enjoy this! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :) taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04

[tiyawnyana]

God… how can you write so excellent!!! I’m fascinated by your talent. Your blog gives me lifeeeeee.

Can I make a request? For the past week I’ve been infatuated with the idea of: Caitlyn seeing that someone is trying to hit on Vi, sending her flowers, letters or giving her compliments. And she’s soo jealous! How would they resolve that on the bed?? (Or couch, or office, or…. Anywhere really!! Omgg)

Love youuu, please never stop writing! Sending you a hug from Colombia 🫂

Thank you for this request!! I had sososo much fun writing this ♡♡♡ sending hugs and smooches for this amazing request

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A/N: requests are still open, gradually getting through them! Also- Gert didn't die in this! I will not let that baddie die!

Characters: Caitlyn Kiramman x Violet (Vi)

Warnings: relationship, jealousy, dubious consent, slightly aggressive smut, fingering, slight oral (fem receiving), surprise at the end

Men and Children DNI

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Pink Flowers

It started with the clean up of Piltover and Zaun.

Vi had volunteered her time and efforts despite her broken arm.

Caitlyn remembers it clearly- she had only stepped away for a moment to speak with some of the various enforcers, giving instructions and directing help around to families needing it in the lower streets of Zaun.

She had turned to Vi, her lone eye wandering aimlessly for shaggy pink hair when it catches her- a fellow Zaunite conversing with Vi with a flush to her cheeks.

Caitlyn remembered this girl.. Gina? Geri? She had volunteered to fight for the battle as a Zaunite initially, strutting in with blue dyed dreads and spikes along the shoulders of her jacket. She had been stabbed in battle, but due to Vi's efforts, survived.

Caitlyn stands there for a moment, the feeling of slight frustration bubbling up when the girl cups Vi's bicep almost too friendly- then she's advancing, walking back over to her girlfriend and cupping her elbow fondly.

The girl, named Gert, had merely smiled- a strained one on her lips as she eyes Caitlyns face before nodding a bye to Vi, leaving to continue helping along the streets.

"Hey, Cupcake," Vi had said so soft, a tired look in her gaze before a frown etches onto her lips,"You alright?"

Caitlyn had nodded, smiling down at her just as soft before pressing a kiss to her temple.

Then came the food.

Vi had always had a soft spot for that butcher, the one she had gone to right after Caitlyn got her out of Stillwater.

Gert had found Vi down by the docks in Zaun, working on some deal with the fishermen to start working with Piltover in order to secure some allyship.

The girl had insisted, bringing Vi to the butchers stall. Vi had lit up, glad to see the giant fish-man was not giving up business, even moving up to the bridges to sell to Zaun and Piltover.

Caitlyn had already been up there, conversing with Counselor Shoola and Counselor Sevika (despite the awkwardness in that interaction) about various trades and businesses that could very well prosper with Zaun becoming it's own nation alongside Piltover.

She had seen a glimpse of pink with her good eye, looking for the source and finding Vi conversing with Gert, mouth full of that fish she oh so loved as they sat at the stall.

Caitlyn had clenched her jaw when she spotted Gert place her hand over Vi's, seemingly insisting on paying for her meal.

She had to give Vi some form of credit; she had definitely pulled her hand back kindly, despite the awkwardness.

That didn't stop Gert, though.

The girl didn't seem to know or even wrap her head around the fact that Vi was a taken woman. Very happily, so.

But Vi didn't seem to understand either that she was actually being flirted with.

She only saw it as friendly, and granted, being without her friends growing up due to imprisonment or their unfortunate deaths will undoubtedly put a stunt to what one deems proper friendship.

Vi thought she'd made a friend.

Caitlyn had to sympathize with that.

Until there was various gifts left at the Kiramman residence over the period of a few weeks.

Vi would most often find them first, showing the random things; food from that butcher again, a new shirt crafted by a childhood vendor Vi had mentioned one time, something found down at the burnt remains down at The Last Drop.

There was even a pair of boxing gloves left at the door once Vi's cast and sling was taken off, finally cleared that her arm was better.

Caitlyn chalked it all up as purely friendship in order to not seem jealous or aggressive over who Vi talked to.

But then there was Gert.

Knocking at the door.

Her father had answered the door, confusion in his face. He was only now accepting the fact that Vi was a permanence in his home, in his daughters life- now another Zaunite is at the door?

Caitlyn had been walking past, paperwork in hand when the sight of blue hair standing outside had her doing a double take.

"Gert?" She had spoken smoothly, approaching. She nodded to her father, taking over.

Gert smiles a strained smile at her once again,"Hey- uh, is Vi here?"

Caitlyn hesitates for a brief moment before sighing, leaning against the door frame.

"She should be in the garden to the left," she points in the direction,"She likes to relax out there.."

Her eye narrows slightly before Gert nods, thanking her and walking off to the side while pulling something from behind her back to be out of view from Caitlyns eye.

She frowns at that, shutting the door as she starts to wander over to the window overlooking the garden.

Gert approaches with a soft grin, speaking to Vi as she sits up from being sprawled out against the fresh grass.

Caitlyn places down her papers, narrowing her gaze as Gert pulls something from behind her back, having hidden it again before approaching Vi.

It's a worn stuffed bunny- and flowers. Obviously from a shop down the road in Piltover but Vi is shocked.

The bunny is what catches her attention more than the flowers, hands tentatively moving to grasp the toy. She thumbs over it softly, a small pout forming on her lips.

She's saying something, that Caitlyn can't make out despite her efforts in eavesdropping.

Gert steps closer and Caitlyns grip on the shelf beneath the window tightens, watching as she sits down next to Vi and presents the flowers.

Caitlyn ends up leaving the window but instead brings out three cups of tea, sugar and milk on the side.

Vi hears her, turning with a soft endearing smile.

"Hey, Cupcake," she muses, watching as she brings the tray to the small garden table.

"Hello," she smiles back, grabbing her tea,"Two sugars and milk," she grins at her girlfriend.

"You're too good to me," Vi says with a grin, taking the cup with a soft 'thank you'.

Caitlyn looks over to Gert, attempting to be friendly,"I didn't know what you like in your tea, so I brought options," she presents the tray.

Gert manages a surprised but genuine smile, taking the cup and taking an experimental sip before masking a slight grimace,"Sugar, if possible."

Caitlyn nods, dropping two cubes of sugar into her cup then moving to sit on the garden chair before her eye catches on the bunny, propped up in Vi's lap,"What's that?"

Vi finishes her sip of her drink, placing down the cup to lift the toy,"It's my childhood stuffed animal- I told Gert about it a few weeks back since The Last Drop had burned down and we were cleaning up the remains," she grins down at the stuffed animal.

Gert is grinning at her, a new fondness in her gaze,"It looked like the fire didn't reach the basement- I ended up cleaning out some debris down there and found it in this old room on one of the bunks."

Caitlyn gazes at Vi who doesn't pull her gaze from the toy.

She almost looks small, sitting criss cross in her garden while thumbing at poorly done stitching on the plush bunny.

"That's.. incredibly kind of you, Gert," Caitlyn murmurs with a genuine softness in her voice.

The girl regards her with a soft nod, acknowledging her words but not responding.

Caitlyn spots the flowers again, off to the side as Vi had put her full attention to the toy, and her jaw clenches.

"And the flowers?" She questions, raising her brow.

Vi looks confused, looking over before directing her gaze to Gert with confusion.

"Oh! Um-" Gert smiles sheepishly, lifting them. They're pink, various tones but mostly matching the pink of Vi's hair,"Just- uh.. saw them in passing, reminded me of your hair-"

She presents them with a low blush on her cheeks.

Vi tentatively takes them, curious but otherwise thankful.

"You've got a vase for them, right, Cupcake?" She looks up at Caitlyn.

Gert masks a small frown- but it doesn't escape Caitlyns lone eye.

"Yes," she nods, a strained smile on her lips as she offers to take the flowers,"We should have a spare in the laundry room, could you grab it? I'll trim the stems."

Vi nods, standing before placing the plush into Caitlyns lap and cupping the side of her neck softly before walking off back into the house.

Gert remains seated for a moment before silently standing, moving to leave.

Caitlyn overlooks the flowers, a sinister twist of jealously brewing in her belly,"These are incredibly thoughtful of you, Gert," she speaks smoothly, lone eye roving over to her,"They'll look lovely by our engagement pictures."

Gerts eyes widen but she only manages another strained smile and a nod before leaving with a wave.

Caitlyn feels bad. She never liked to outright lie to someone- but to be fair, she was planning to propose anyways. In time.

Pleased, she wanders back inside, carefully setting the plush bunny on the counter in the kitchen as she carefully unravels the wrapping on the flowers, trimming the stems.

A vase is placed on the counter beside her and toned arms wrap around her waist.

Vi sighs, kissing over her shirt covered shoulders,"You guys have a fuck ton of vases," she snickers against her back as her hands trace various designs over her skin.

"My mother always liked commissioning fancy ones," Caitlyn muses fondly, sinking into her warmth.

"Really? Actually- no, that makes sense," she kisses her shoulder blade.

Caitlyn snickers softly, shaking her head in fondness.

It all comes to a head when the Counsel decide to hold a festival on the bridges once the streets of Zaun have been cleaned.

As a celebration, flea markets are set up, Zaunites and Pilties roaming about and setting up shop in hopes to secure more friendships and allyships.

Caitlyn is proud, thoroughly happy at the efforts instilled in the festival. Music echoes along the bridges, free samples of Zaun cuisines and Piltie dishes handed out.

Children run about, intermingling with no care of where each of them was born.

Caitlyn finds herself hoping her mother, somewhere, saw the progress in these festivities.

She wanders around, Vi at her side as they meet new faces and introducing the other to familiar faces.

Caitlyn even tries Vi's favorite food- the meat from that butcher all that time ago. She's surprised to say it's delicious, and Vi grins almost cockily.

The night goes on, sun sinking beneath the horizon and lanterns are lit.

Caitlyn and Vi end up leaning against one of the rails to prepare to watch the fireworks show.

"Hey- I'll be right back, gonna grab a drink," Vi murmurs and she cups Caitlyns lower back with a kiss to her shoulder,"Want one?"

Caitlyn smiles softly, nodding as she reaches out to cup her hip before releasing her, watching as she weaves through the crowds.

She looks back over the rails toward the sky, overlooking some of the twinkling stars before someone calls her name.

Ximena Talis waves to her, a tired but soft fondness in her gaze.

They converse for a little, Ximena pulling her into a lingering hug as they talk of fond memories.

Caitlyn finds herself distracted momentarily after a while, looking around the crowds for Vi.

Vi got caught up talking to Sevika.

Having decided to bury the hatchet, she thanks the older woman for protecting her sister as long as she did.

She ends up walking off only to be side tracked by Gert.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in a bit," Vi nods with a genuine smile.

Gert smiles back,"Yeah, sorry- been busy down at this new bar I just got hired at. I'm a waitress," she grins sheepishly.

"That's great! Seems a little normalcy is finally returning to the Lanes," Vi grins back.

"Yeah, thank Janna," Gert sags in relief before laughing softly,"They even let me play my music on the weekends-"

"Oh, shit," Vi knocks her elbow against hers,"That's awesome! I remember you saying you play some instruments- I'm happy for you!"

Gert blushes warmly, nodding in response before eyeing the extra cup she holds.

"For Caitlyn?" She hums.

"Huh- Oh, yeah," she grins with a soft blush.

"Already bossing her fiancee around, huh?" Gert teases with a masked smile.

Vi does a double take at that, obvious confusion on her face,"Fiancee?"

Gert scrunches her brows,"Yeah- aren't you engaged? Caitlyn said-"

Vi chuckles softly, a warmer blush to her cheeks,"Fuck if I know, probably-"

Gert stops in her movement, peering over at her in surprise. Vi stops too, looking over at her. She raises a brow in question.

The other woman hesitates, opening her mouth to say something but unable to speak it properly.

"You okay?" Vi asks earnestly.

Gert steps closer, hand carefully reaching out to cup Vi's forearm and pulling her closer-

Caitlyn spots pink approaching, excusing herself from the conversation with Ximena as she weaves through the crowd.

She doesn't anticipate to see Gert pulling Vi closer and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Vi tugs back, eyes wide.

She spills the drinks in her shock, having barely avoided Gert pressing a kiss to her mouth.

Caitlyn is suddenly there, throwing a scathing look at Gert before gripping Vi's elbow and dragging her off through the crowd.

"Hey- slow down, Cupcake," Vi speaks softly, nearly stumbling as she catches up with Caitlyns long strides.

Caitlyn turns back to narrow her gaze as Vi sheepishly looks back at her.

She turns around, continuing the treck back to the Kiramman residence.

The streets of Piltover are nearly empty, the occasional elder remaining in their homes in defiance of the festival.

"I didn't- I didn't know she'd try to kiss me," Vi stumbles over her words.

Caitlyn doesn't respond, instead tugging her past the gates, up the steps and quickly shutting the door behind them.

They're alone. Her father was at the festival and intended to help clean up- he'd be gone well into the night.

Caitlyn turns around, her palm cupping that back of her neck as she attempts to calm her anger.

"I'm sorry, Cupcake- I had no idea," Vi murmurs, taking a step closer.

"I know you didn't, Violet," she responds, eye moving back up to look at her but her gaze catches on those stupid pink flowers.

Only slightly wilting, even after a few weeks. Curse Caitlyn to be a perfectionist.

She grits her teeth, suddenly surging forward and gripping Vi by the back of her neck and tugging her into a kiss.

It's hot, tongue invading her mouth and teeth biting at her lower lip.

Vi moans in surprise, eyes wide for a moment before sinking in to the kiss. Her hands grip Caitlyns hips, tugging her closer.

But Caitlyn doesn't let her control this.

She pulls back, pushing Violet backwards towards the dresser that holds those stupid flowers until her back knocks into it.

The vase wobbles, then settles.

"Easy, Cupcake," Violet tries to reason, but is sooner dragged into another kiss as Caitlyn unbuttons her shirt, tossing it to the side.

"Mm-" Violet hums against against her, hands moving to grab her hips but they're slapped away.

Violet disconnects in surprise,"Hey- whats-"

Caitlyn doesn't give her time to gather her words, instead unbuckling her belt and throwing it to the side.

"She's been flirting with you for weeks," Caitlyn mutters angrily, taking off her own shirt.

Vi watches, always mesmerized by the sight of her girlfriends body.

"I- I didn't know-"

"I know you didn't," Caitlyn seethes,"But she knew-"

Her hand is gripping at Vi's hip, leaning down to press wet, biting kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"She knows," Vi sighs softly, eyes fluttering over the onslaught of kisses and marks,"We're together-"

"She doesn't care, Violet," Caitlyn mutters against her throat.

"Surely that's not-"

"She tried to kiss you!"

She bites hard enough to leave a sting over Vi's shoulder, but not to leave a mark.

Violet chokes on a moan, weight slumping back against the dresser.

The vase wobbles again.

Vi huffs, gripping at the front of the dresser as Caitlyn sucks marks over her chest.

She blinks up at the fancy ceiling, heaving for breath before peering down at her.

"Did you tell her we were engaged?"

Caitlyn freezes for a moment, eyes wide before she grunts, tugging off her undershirt finally and sealing her lips over one of Vi's breasts.

She holds her against the dresser, sucking over her hardening nipples.

Vi's back bends backwards and she can faintly feel the petals brushing against her tattoo. She moans breathlessly, one hand releasing from the dresser to grip at Caitlyns shoulder.

"Cupcake-" she pleas,"C'mon, talk to me-"

She moans loudly when Caitlyn sneaks her free hand down into the front of Vi's pants and underwear, long fingers expertly spreading her folds and grinding against her clit.

"Oh- fuck, Cait-" Vi cries out, cheeks now rosy as her face scrunches up in a pleasure filled grimace.

Caitlyn sucks over her other nipple, teeth scraping against the hardened flesh.

She huffs against her, fingers curling and grinding in circular motions. She then steals a glance at Vi, taking delight in the red flush in her cheeks.

She hastily grips Vi's pants at the waist, tugging them down with her free hand, managing to get it over Vi's round ass before grunting as she tugs her other hand free and yanks down her pants completely.

"Shit-" Vi pants, gazing down at Caitlyn as she tugs them down nearly aggressively.

She's surprised to realize she finds this aggression extremely hot coming from Caitlyn.

Her shoes are yanked off, tossed elsewhere and pants soon to follow.

Caitlyn is quick to stand, pushing Vi roughly against the dresser with a biting kiss once more.

Vi whines and pants into her, yelping as she clings to her shoulders once Caitlyn lifts one of her thighs.

Ultimately, Caitlyn just lifts Vi onto the dresser. They both jump when there's a clash of glass breaking.

Those pink flowers lay on the floor, scattered around with water and the glass of the vase.

"Fuck- Cait," Vi pants, bringing her gaze back to her girlfriend.

Caitlyn initially feels guilty. They were a gift- did she do this on purpose? She doesn't even know. She's leaning towards yes judging by the sick twist of satisfaction in her belly.

She ignores it, instead turning her attention back to Vi as she spreads her thighs to admire the moisture at her core.

With a satisfied huff, she presses forward, slotting her lips to Vi's as she quickly darts her fingers back down, spreading her open and thumbing at her clit.

Vi huffs, pants, moans against her lips, cling to the dresser, her shoulders- anything for stability. She kisses back sloppily now, whining as Caitlyn bites her lower lip.

She's never seen her like this. She can't get enough of it.

Caitlyns thumb rubs in a circular motion, free hand gripping over her hip to keep her still. Soon enough she relents, despite Vi's groan is disapproval, and prods at her hole with two fingers before pressing in, in, all the way to her knuckles and twisting her hand to press her palm right against her clit.

"Oh- oh fuck-" Vi moans, disconnecting from her as she slumps against the wall. The dresser shakes beneath her but she doesn't care- can't take her eyes off of her girlfriend.

Caitlyn fucks her fingers into Vi faster gradually, quirking them up and searching until-

"Shit! Cait- Cupcake-" Vi barks out a surprised moan, eyes lidded as she watches her.

Caitlyn can't stop the shiver rolling down her spine. Why does she always look at her like that? Like she- hung up the stars in the sky?

She chases Vi's lips, never having enough of her taste on her tongue, pressing her tongue against the seam of her lips until she's granted entry.

She speeds up her fingers, pressing a third one in and relishing in the whiney moan she swallows.

Caitlyn finally pulls back, grinding her palm into Vi's clit with a satisfied smirk,"Cum for me, Violet," she murmurs softly, but her tone is nothing but commanding.

Vi shivers. That flush across her cheeks has traveled down to her chest and Caitlyn wishes she could lick it up.

"I'm- fuck, almost-" Vi moans, a pleasured grimace on her features.

Caitlyn decides she needs a taste.

She ducks down, moving her palm as she quickly licks over Vi's twitching clit.

"Ghk- oh- fuckfuckfuck," Vi clings to her shoulders, head turning up toward the ceiling as she cries out.

Caitlyn sucks over her clit, quirking the pads of her fingers up and grinding into that spot that makes Vi's walls spasm.

The resounding moan is surely enough to echo upstairs as Vi cries out, finding her release on Caitlyns fingers and tongue.

The sound of harsh panting and soft whines is the only thing heard in the entryway of the Kiramman residence.

Vi remains slumped against the wall, sweat cooling around her temples. Her hair sticks to her neck, eyes fluttering as she comes back from her high.

She winces, hands pushing at Caitlyns shoulders as she prolonges the pleasure, sucking over her sensitive clit and fingers still burrowed into her heat.

"Cait- too much," she pants softly.

Finally, she pulls back, slowly standing up to admire her work.

There's a slight sheen of sweat across Vi's body, her chest heaving with that blush slowly fading.

Vi still manages to give her a cocky smirk, to which she rolls her eye.

Later that evening, after Caitlyn finally simmered out from her anger and jealousy- she insisted on bathing Vi. Gently carding her soapy fingers through her hair, pressing soft kisses to her moist temple before murmuring apologies as she towel dries Vi's hair and body.

They're curled up in bed, Vi wrapped around Caitlyn with a satisfied hum. It's silent for a bit, and they both think the other has fallen asleep.

The faint sound of fireworks down at the bridges slowly simmers out.

"Sorry we missed the fireworks," Caitlyn murmurs, brushing her fingers through Vi's hair.

"Don't apologize, Cupcake," she grins as she presses a kiss to her neck,"Always plenty more times."

Caitlyn nods before grimacing,"I'm sorry- I know you told me not to apologize before but-" she slowly sits up, guilt gnawing at her,"I don't- I don't know what came over me-"

Vi suddenly stands up, crossing the room and ruffling about in the dresser saved for her things. It's not full- not even close, but the sentiment remains. She finds what she was looking for and comes back to crawl into bed beside her.

She fiddles with it, not knowing what to say until she just presents what is a small box, deep blue with small pink accents swirling about in intricate designs.

"I- uh.." she clears her throat,"Had these commissioned a little while ago- I was waiting for a better time but, figured I'd catch up and make it official-"

Her cheeks are warm, gaze averting as she opens the box to reveal two rings.

Upon first inspection, they're silver and not extravagant. As Cait lifts the box, second inspection shows intricate designs on the inside of the bands.

She squints her eye, spotting faint words, 'dirt beneath your nails' and her gaze flicks back up to Vi's.

She's speechless for a moment but ultimately takes the rings out, slipping one over her ring finger and gently grasping Vi's hand to slip the other over her finger.

They share a soft breathless laugh.

"About time," Caitlyn murmurs teasingly.

"Hey- I'm just catching up since we were engaged before this-" she sticks her tongue out before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

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A/N: thank you again for this request!! Loved this sososo much! Also no hate to Gert! Can't blame her for wanting Vi!

[foresthyena]

Y'all are eating up my headcannons, so how bout a Caitlyn one?! S2 spoilers

Sfw: she's often super busy, patrolling,paper work, regular work, training etc. so you don't get to see her as much as you'd like. But when you do she always has your favorite drink and snack in hand while she apologies.

She may seem super grumpy and mean, but she deeply cares for you. She's the one who engages in cuddling and taking baths together.

Speaking of baths, she'll have the most wonderful romantic bath waiting for you. Bubbly warm steamy bath with rose petals and pink water from the strawberry bath bombs she's gotten for you. You two will sit in the bath enjoying each other's company while she washes you. You both sometimes fall asleep in the bath, I mean how could you not?

When training sometimes she asks you to watch. She loves to impress you tho she'd never admit it. Showing how strong she is and that she's able to protect you lightens up her day.

Speaking of protecting, she's super protective over you. You can't really blame her, her mother died and Maddie betrayed her. She's afraid something bad might happen to you. But she still trusts you even with the voices in her head doubting you.

When Cait decides to do paperwork at home, she'll have you on her lap while she fills some stuff out. She'd take a few breaks, kissing you,hugging you, laying her head on your shoulder or just complimenting you.

Favorite way to show that she loves you? Acts of service and words. Like what we've said, she isn't home as much. So when she is, she pampers you. She refuses to let you do anything yourself now that she's here. She'd do everything around the house then cuddle with you and whisper sweet nonsense in your ears.

"you're perfect, you know that right?"

"the most amazing lover ever"

"rest up, I've got everything dear"

Sometimes she'll stay awake at night keeping an eye on you. She's still a bit paranoid from the war and genuinely worries about your safety.

Her British accent comes out more when she's a bit upset or angry at something. So just give her time and hold her close. It helps her calm down, just being with you is enough.

Nsfw: such a Dom, sometimes she'll sub but it's rare. She likes to take care of you, she wants to make you feel good. But that doesn't mean she won't punish you if you disobey her or act out of line.

She's huge on discipline, she isn't so strict dw, but still. She won't cut you some slack, she hates brats and when you badmouth others.

When you do act up, prepare for spanking,edging or overstimulation. Probably all of the above if you've really gotten on her nerves.

Mistress kink. Oh she'd foam at the mouth if you pull out a, "please mistress" would immediately eat you out and praise you for being her good girl.

Bondag/handcuffs..I mean is it rlly a surprise? She loves to see you all helpless and begging. It just turns something on in her.

She isn't that much into biting, but if she's feeling possessive, she'll leave hickeys all over you so others take a damn hint.

She can be both rough and soft during sex, if it's a slow day and she has a day off. She'll kiss you everywhere while saying your beautiful. Soft passionate sex, she won't tease or degrade you. She just wants to see you all happy. Soft clit kisses while she massages your perky/big boobs.

When she's rough she won't hold back, praises AND degrading to mess wit you even more.

Slapping and some edging to keep you on guard and remind you whose in control.

She'll even use a leash and a collar to keep you in check and drag you around as she wants.

Hair pulling is a must, she loves to see how you practically scream her name and eyes roll back.

SIZE KINK. Oh if you're smaller then her she goes crazy, expecally if youre skinny, she loves seeing the bulge of her cock in you. God it makes her crazy. And for the chubby people, she loves holding onto your love handles while she pounds into you. It's just more leverage and makes it easier to pound into your poor used cunts:(

Her hexstrap is 7.5 inches with a 3inch girth to keep you nice and stretched for her.

[tan1shere]

Scare You

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: not much to say except enjoy ! I hope this is good :) (it's kinda bad I'm sorry ☹) @omwtfybbbbb

Warnings: none really ! She comforts you

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You didn't want to be here. But yet you were forced by your friends. Claiming, "You never got out of your house." - "You're a scardy cat Y/n." - "Loosen up, Y/n." So ofcourse you wanted to prove that wrong. But you were failing. Terribly. So terribly whenever a scare actor would come anywhere near you, you'd hang onto your friends arm for dear life. Was it stupid? Maybe, but you couldn't help the fact you got scared easily. Maybe it was down to childhood trauma so when stuff like this happens it triggers you. It couldn't get worse, surely.

Yup. It does.

You were walking around and for a good amount of time, you thought you were alright. No one had come up to you. Which is why this hurt really bad. One of them, a girl. Comes up behind you grabbing your shoulders briefly and making a loud growl. Your body sinks to the floor curling up into itself as you scream. Billie had faced many people with bad reactions. But not this bad. Not one she'd truly feel sorry for. Your friends tug you up. "Come on, it's fine." But it truly wasn't, you look back at the actor. Tears brimming your eyes slightly.

Her mood changes and her heart aches. She loved her job but not at that price. Sure she loved scaring people but not to the point of tears. This hurt her deeply, and all she wanted was to comfort you. But you were sadly out of sight.

Your friends continue to drag you along until one of them realizes your tears. "Ok, guys maybe we should call it quits for tonight." One of them furrows her brows. "Oh come on, Y/n needs to toughen up a bit." Their voices become distant as they argue. You couldn't take it, standing up and walking off. "Some friends." You mutter, walking along when all of a sudden you feel a hand on your shoulder again. You screech but they shh you calmingly. You turn to face them warily. "Hey its ok. It's just me from earlier." The woman says, taking off her mask. She was gorgeous.

"Oh.." you shy away. "I was going to say it wasn't my intention to scare you but- that's literally my job. I mean-" She sighs. "I just didn't mean to scare you to the point of literal tears." You blink at her. "Are you ok?" Your shoulders just shrug. "I'm so incredibly sorry-" But your tears come again. "I- I didn't even want to come here but my so called friends made me, making me feel like I was pathetic and I just wanted to prove them wrong but I didn't because I truly am pathetic, getting scared over people pretending all because of what happened when i was younger." You sob.

All the sentences were shakily said. She softens her look, going to carefully bring you into a hug. You tightly wrap your arms around her, needing that comfort right now. "They are certainly not friends. Nowhere near that title." Her hands smooth out your hair softly. Your breathing coming back to normal. "Shhh." She gently says. Your eyes close. "You're not pathetic, I promise you angel. I'm scared of alot of things too." You pull away to look at her. "Really? But it can't be anything like this? And I doubt it's silly like mine." "Water."

You stare at her for a second. "Water?" She nods. It honestly made you feel better. "Not so silly now huh?" You give her a faint smile. "You have a beautiful smile, keep it on more." Your cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Thank you for coming back to see me." She smiles, nodding. "It hurt when I saw you were crying I had to make sure you were ok." It was sweet to you. The reassuring nature of this girl was a huge comfort.

"Hey, what do you say we give those 'friends' a run for their money. Literally." She says.

"Great idea."

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I would like to request Bronya, Seele, Firefly, Candace, Dehya jealous hc for no reason other than because

(Honkai: Star Rail) Bronya, Seele, and Firefly, getting jealous

Do you really need a reason to see a pouting Firefly? Also will do Dehya and Candace another time, for some reason my brain ain't working.

Bronya knows that she shouldn't feel jealous, but something tugs at her heartstrings whenever she sees S/O's focus away from her.

They had been talking to Serval for quite a long time, making her finger tapping against the desk in a slowly increasing manner.

It distracts her from the paperwork long enough to make the guards notice.

(Guard) "Lady Bronya, is everything alright?"

Her gaze shifts away from S/O as she quickly clears her throat.

(Bronya) "All is well. As you were."

S/O's eyes follow Bronya's voice, noticing that her lips were quivering ever so slightly.

Whenever its just the two of them in the room, S/O brushes their hands against her, Bronya jumping at the sudden sensation.

(S/O) "Bronya? Are you okay?"

Bronya opens her mouth to quickly assure them that it was nothing, instead a sigh leaves her lips, shaking her head.

(Bronya) "This may sound foolish but...Have I been giving you enough attention lately?"

It takes a second for S/O to connect the dots before they smile, squeezing her hand tighter.

(S/O) "Ah, I'm sorry, Serval was just telling me something about her concert and the help she needed."

(Bronya) "I-...I see."

S/O's hand gently shifted upwards to her arm before taking Bronya into a hug, one she melted into almost immediately.

(S/O) "Don't worry, my eyes are always only on you, Bronya."

The compliment warmed her cheeks while she leaned into their embrace.

(Bronya) "And mine are always on you..."

Seele just huffs while S/O speaks to Bronya, crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her foot.

(Seele) "Tch, are we gonna speak to the princess all day, S/O? It's freezing out here."

(Bronya) "Oh, my apologies! I did not intend to keep you two for so long. Have fun on your date-"

(Seele) "Yeah yeah, we will-"

Seele drags S/O off while holding onto their arm, her brows furrowed in clear annoyance.

(S/O) "Seele?-"

Before they could finish their sentence, the realization dawned on S/O.

But knowing better than to phrase it outright lest they get probably punched, S/O instead pecked Seele's cheek to fluster her.

Which worked.

(Seele) "H-Hey, what the-?!"

(S/O) "Where do you wanna go now?"

Sighing, Seele just averts her gaze as the blood starts rushing to her cheeks.

(Seele) "...I-I guess I want to grab something to eat."

Firefly doesn't get jealous all that easily, but when she does it's quite a sight to behold.

Not in the sense that she'd get angry or threatens to crush the person S/O is speaking to with her armor-

No, Firefly's cheek puffs out to one side as she begins to pout, crossing her arms.

Not within eyesight of her S/O, but more to herself with the action being subconsciously made.

Firefly tugs on S/O's arm gently, trying to get their attention while still being polite.

S/O quickly excuses themselves and turns to the pouting Stellaron Hunter before them.

(Firefly) "S/O, are you done talking to her?"

S/O chuckled, giving a soft kiss to her nose and flustering her for just a moment.

(S/O) "You look really cute right now."

Firefly's face slowly starts to heat up as she averts her gaze from meeting theirs.

(Firefly) "T-That isn't going to distract me, y'know!"

[v6quewrlds]

Has an ex ever been brought up between Joe and Wifey leading to tension and jealousy?? For the fun if it say yes and how did each react ? Was there self doubt or insecurity

went into that a little bit with joe being jealous of a guy she used to talk to during med school here.

but as for exes, maybe there was a girl joe dated from the tail end of high school into his first year or so at osu. it was never particularly serious, but they were together for a while.

his ex sort of lingers on the edges of the friend group joe's maintained since high school. they keep their distance as they've both moved on and are now cordial, but there is that history there. she's tends to pop up at weddings, sometimes ends up at the same bars as joe in athens, they still follow each other on instagram.

most evidence of their relationship is gone from their socials, but there's some pictures of the two of them looking cuddly on some of his friends' pages. wifey had seen those pictures in passing back in college after befriending leah, so she knows what his ex looks like, her name, where she went to undergrad, knows she moved to another part of the state after getting her master's. but she never really thought about the chance that she'd cross paths with her.

it happens at a memorial party back in joe's hometown. there's a good mix of people from the neighborhood, people he fell out of touch with, the parents of people he's known since he was in middle school who haven't seen him in years. she loves being sewn into the fabric of joe's vibrant network, finally putting a face to the names of the characters in his stories. maybe she even hears new stories of memories joe had suppressed out of embarrassment, it's a good time.

then there's her. she had been bouncing around from party to party, was told by her parents to show face at this specific one. wifey doesn't notice her until she hears his ex's name called out, doesn't turn her head until joe does, doesn't feel the racing of her heart until joe's greeting her with a hug and asking her how she's been.

it's silly.

she knows that they ended things on good terms. she knows that they've had nearly a decade of friendship after the relationship ended. but it's so hard not to compare. she's the girl next door, a good career that gives her a much better work-life balance than a doctor, and she's just pure sunshine. it radiates off her, brightens her face, and spills over onto whoever she touches. she introduces herself with a hug, pulls her into her orbit, and is so gracious, so cheery, so sunshine, it almost blinds her up close.

so she grits her teeth and smiles back, tries to reflect sunshine back to her with kind words and a whole slew of compliments. wifey breathes a full sigh of relief when his ex is pulled away from someone else at the far corners of the party. joe notices and laughs, full with a shake of his head because he just knows. he can see it on her face how the comparisons have begun to swirl around her head and dizzy her.

"exhausting, right?" he says, taking a sip of his tequila punch. cartier sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his smile knowing. he takes in the flicker of surprise that crosses her features before she faces him full on.

"what's exhausting?" she asks, slightly bewildered by the word choice. she tilts her head, pushes her own sunglasses back to rest upon the crown of her head.

"standing in the sunshine, matching... that," he gestures back toward his ex, who's now spilling sunshine elsewhere. "jamie called it toxic positivity or something."

"is it wrong of me to agree with you?" she mutters, the corner of her lip quirking up when she sees him shake his head, another laugh bubbling up in his chest. her shoulders ease, his hand finds her waist and pulls her in.

"that's why we broke up. i can't be with someone who exhausts me, makes me feel like i can't have ups and downs, that i can't be me." he clarifies, hand splayed across her lower back.

that familiar glint of teasing eased back into her expression. "what? you broke up because she didn't put up with your attitude?" she poked him lightly in the side, smiling. "sounds like you were the problem, not her."

he rolled his eyes, "i am the problem. but i met this really amazing person who seems to be okay with my attitude. so i think i made the right decision, all things considered."