#villanelle i just want to give a little kiss on the forehead

[ashleeofjupiter]

My beloved collection of silly little neurodivergent-coded blonde characters ✨

[wndrcarol]

ring in the new year | c.d. & villanelle

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a/n: Happy New Year!!! y’all know what’s going down. Another Carol and Villanelle crossover to feed y’all :-) I had meant to put this out for Christmas but ,, I just thought New Years suited the situation better ahem. I hope you guys enjoy and sorry for any typos!

Also! On a side note, I hope this year brings everyone good fortune and amazing opportunities! Everyday is a new day to do something good or to take a step closer to the goal you want to achieve! Sending everyone loads of love and light x

pairings: Carol Danvers x Villanelle x F!Reader

warnings: let’s start the list — oral (fem giving + recieving), strap-on use, vibrator use, edging + dirty talk (ya know, the whole nine for this fic)

18+ readers please!!!

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Taking a sip of your drink, you smiled while looking out the window at the clear night sky. It was a slow night for it being New Years Eve. You had decided to stay home with Carol and Villanelle as you never really get to be together with all your busy schedules. So being together on a big night was something you enjoyed.

Turning back around, you saw Villanelle turn on the tv and switch the channel to see the ball drop which was going to be soon. Carol looked up to you from her spot on the couch, smiling before getting up and coming towards you. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she pressed a soft kiss against your forehead as you closed you eyes and hummed contently one her arms.

“Got any resolutions made up, hun?” She asked, pulling back slightly to look at you as you looked at her and nodded slightly.

“Try and have more fun, for sure” you chucked, finishing the rest of your drink before setting down the glass on windowsill. Carol raised and eyebrow at you, her hand rubbing your back in little circles as you leaned back in and laid your head on her chest.

“Did you not have enough fun this year?” She asked, leaning her head against the top of yours as you shook your head slightly.

“Doesn’t hurt you try new things and have fun while doing them, ya know? Plus, it’s a new year, new opportunities” you smiled, pulling back to look up at her as you heard Villanelle chuckle from the couch.

“You could say that again” she said, taking a drink of her water, looking at you before looking back to the tv, watching the performer who was on tv.

Smiling at her, you looked over at her before looking back at Carol who’s hand began to dip slowly down towards your ass and resting there.

“Well” she started, leaning in and pressing a small kiss against your jaw before moving toward your ear. “Why don’t we get a little head start?” She said softly, pulling back and pressing her lips roughly against yours. Letting out a soft moan against her lips, she pulled you against her tightly before pulling back and turning to Villanelle who was watching the whole thing from the couch, a small smirk on her face.

Nodding her over, Villanelle stood up and made her was towards you, placing her hand on her cheek before leaning in to kiss you as your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer. Carol moved sideways a bit, her hands moving up and down your waist as Villanelle began moving backwards towards the couch, your lips still against each other.

Pulling away once her legs hit the couch, she turned to lay you down on the couch before climbing ontop of you and pressing her lips back against yours while working to take your clothes off.

Letting out a moan as Villanelle moved down to your neck once she had gotten your shirt off, you hadn’t realized Carol left the room until you opened your eyes to see her come back with multiple things in her hands.

She looked at you with a smirk before tapping on Villanelle’s shoulder, motioning for her to get up. Villanelle got up as Carol moved to squat beside you in the couch, unclasping your bra and pulling it down your arms, your nipples immediately peeking up to the cold air.

You shivered slightly as Carol pulled out a small chain that had clamps on each end of them as you let out a moan, laying back down and moving your eyes to meet Carol’s.

“I knew these’d come in handy sometime soon” she winked at you before opening one clamp and placing it on your left breast. You let out a wince as you felt a bit of pain before it turned quickly to pleasure. The feeling cane again when she placed the other end on your right nipple. Carol held the small chain against her finger before curling it up and tugging it lightly, pulling you slightly forward at the movement with a yelp.

“You look so pretty” she said, letting go of the chain and letting hit your bare skin before standing up and began to get undressed. You sat up, wanting to help her but she placed her hands softly ontop of yours, stopping you.

“Uh uh” she said, leaning down to get close. “Tonight’s about you” she said, pressing her lips against yours and taking your hand in hers, squeezing it lightly before letting go and pulling away.

Nodding you leaned back, turning to Villanelle who came up and began kissing you once more, pulling at the chain across your chest a couple times which made you moan against her lips.

Smirking, she pulled back and moved her hand down between your legs, feeling how wet you had already become. Rubbing her finger lightly against your clit, you let out a slight whimper as your hips bucked slightly upwards. She made a ‘tsk tsk’ sound quickly.

“Look at you, so pretty when you’re needy” she said, trailing her finger back up your body, dragging it slowly against your skin. Turning around, she reached for the vibrator that was on the small coffee table, turning it on and pressing it against your clit at a high vibration making you moan loudly.

“That’s it” Carol said, sitting down at the end of the couch, watching your hips buck up more while Carol leaned forward to push them back against the couch cushions.

“So fucking pretty” she said, leaning down to press soft kisses against the inside of your thighs. You closed your eyes, letting out another moan as you felt waves of pleasure shoot through you.

Villanelle leaned down and began leaving kisses against your neck while her other hand made its way back to the chain on your chest, tugging ever so often.

Carol moved the vibrator off of your clit, making you wonder what happened. Opening your eyes, you immediately closed them again as you felt Carol’s mouth pressed against your clit and two fingers slip into you and began thrusting slowly.

“Fuck” you moaned, dragging it out as Villanelle smirked. You opened your eyes, going to grab the vibrator from Villanelle’s hand and placing it against her as she let out a moan, throwing her head back slightly.

Standing up, Villanelle moved your hand from her before moving onto the couch, squatting down above your face. Your hands moved to grip on her thighs as you began sucking on her clit, moaning ever so often against her.

Carol looked up from between your legs, smirking and humming against you while picking up the pace with her fingers. You began to feel the knot in your stomach begin to form as she thrusted her fingers in and out.

“Carol” you said, moving your head from Villanelle, to warn her that you were close. Shaking her head, Carol pulled back, her fingers moving back to a slow pace.

“I’m gonna need you to hold it, angel. I know you can” she said, as you moaned out before nodding your head and pressing your lips against Villanelle’s clit once more, hearing her moan above you.

Moving your tongue around Villanelle’s clit, you heard her curse above you while gripping onto your arm while throwing her head back, feeling a knot grow in her stomach.

You heard the host announce that there was five minutes until the ball drop and Carol smiled from between your legs, moving her hands up to your breasts as she pressed a kiss against your clit and tugging at the chain a bit harshly, making you yelp against Villanelle.

“You’re almost there, baby” she smirked, her fingers curling up inside you as she continued thrusting them at a slow pace, the knot in your stomach stuck at the same tightness that made you whimper against Villanelle’s clit who let out a moan from the slight vibration.

Taking her hand out from you and her mouth from you, your body shivered slightly from the loss of contact as you moved your face from Villanelle’s clit to look at Carol put on the strap harness before sitting down. She looked at you and tapped her thighs, motioning for you to sit down.

Villanelle moved back slightly, allowing you to sit up and move over to Carol. Straddling her lap, her hands moved to your hips, helping you slide down onto the silicone strap. You let out a moan once you felt it fill you up as she held you there at the base.

Wanting to move up, Carol stopped your actions. “I’ll let you know when you can move, baby” she said, moving a piece of hair from your face. Letting out a whimper, you slid back slightly into position.

You felt a wave of pleasure shoot through you with every movement Carol did. Whether it was her shifting on the couch (on purpose may you add) or just helping to make you comfortable, you couldn’t help the moans come from your mouth. She watched the tv, waiting for the perfect moment to start moving. It felt like forever, staying in this position with no movement. You just need to move or some friction.

Villanelle grabbed the vibrator once more and pressed it slightly against your nipples, making you throw you head back. Carol tugged at the chain still against your chest as you began swirling your hips lightly, trying to get some friction.

“Please-“ you moaned out, feeling the knot still in your stomach. It would take no time for Carol to make that knot come undone while pounding into you.

“What was that? We couldn’t hear you” Villanelle smirked, moving the vibrator down your body making you shake at the sensation. Carol watched you with a smirk as well as you moved against her strap; side to side, forward and back.

“Please fuck me” you dragged out, opening your eyes to look at Carol who’s eyes flickered over to the tv to see it say a minute. Turning her eyes back to you, she nodded, turning you both to lay you down as Villanelle moved off the couch, getting on her knees beside you both.

Carol hovered above you as she began thrusting into you at a quick pace and you could feel the knot in your stomach get tighter by the second.

“Holy shit-“ you moaned out, your mouth turning into an ‘O’ shape as Villanelle then moved the vibrator to stay on your clit, sending pleasure throughout your whole body.

Villanelle let out a moan while watching Carol pound into you. “Fucking hell” she moaned, moving her free hand to rub her clit while the vibrator stayed on your clit.

“Ten!” The tv announcer screamed out and you couldn’t help but let out a scream as you felt Carol move quicker, touching a certain spot that made you arch your back roughly.

“Nine!”

“Hold it, baby” Villanelle cooed as your breathing got more and more heavier, feeling like the time was dragging on.

“Eight!”

“Fuck” Carol breathed out, moving her head down to your neck and began sucking on a spot, making you moan out as you closed your eyes. Moving your hands to her back and scratching roughly.

“Seven”

“So fucking pretty” Villanelle moaned out as she felt herself get wetter and wetter by the second, watching Carol pound into you. You opened your eyes and pulled Villanelle close in for a kiss as you felt yourself get close to your orgasm

“Six!”

“Five!”

You drowned out the tv, only hearing the moans the three of you were releasing. Carol pulled back from your neck and looked at you both with a smirk.

You pulled back and looked at Carol, letting out a moan as you felt close to your release. Carol realized you were close as she kept the pace while Villanelle began moving the vibrator against your clit, making your back shiver from all the pleasure you were getting.

“Four!

“Three!”

“Let go baby, I’ve got you” Carol said, leaning down to press her lips against yours as you closed your eyes, nodding slightly.

“Two!”

“One! Happy New Year!”

Pulling away, you let out a long moan, feeling Carol slow her thrusting as you shut your eyes, shaking slightly from how strong your orgasm hit you. Breathing heavy, you opened your eyes to see Carol smiling down at you while Villanelle leaned in and pressed a kiss against your temple, shutting the vibrator off and making you whimper from the loss of the sensation.

“You did so good” Villanelle cooed, pushing a few hairs from your face and smiling down at you. You looked back to Carol who leaned down and pecked you lips.

“Happy New Years, baby” she said, pulling out of you, making you whimper and pulling you back up slightly. She undid the clamps on your nipples and held you against her as you three watched the tv. You definitely started the new year with a bang.

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[schaddenfreude]

Forever

Here we go! Part 3 of my post-bridge drabbles and part 2 of smut! Enjoy!

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"Are you sure?" Villanelle asks, her hands hovering around the waist band of Eve's trousers. She can feel her whole body thrumming with anticipation. Then, in the next moment, she's enveloped by Eve as their lips and tongues find each other once more. Eve nibbled a hot, wet trail down Villanelle's long, graceful neck and then she's taking an earlobe into her teeth.

"Yes."

Such a small word; a simple affirmation. But, like a spark in a pile of hay, it ignites a blaze that threatens to consume these two women. And they are content to let it.

In another time, Paris maybe, Villanelle would've been aggressive. She usually is when it comes to sex. All predatory dominance and lust. She takes joy in invading her partners' senses; consuming them entirely until they have nothing left to give, then discarding them for the next fuck toy.

But Eve is different. As she is in so many ways. Villanelle wants to take her time; wants to truly know Eve. So, she slides the trousers down inch by glorious inch, each patch of skin there is to caress proves more thrilling than the last. She follows her hands will gentle kisses and nips down Eve's thighs.

There's a small cut on Eve's right leg just above the knee and Villanelle frowns when she sees it.

"Shaving accident." Eve answers the silent question and Villanelle almost purrs reverently as she bends down to kiss that spot.

Eve positively aches at the care and attention Villanelle is showing. She's fascinated and enamored with every side of the younger woman, but this caring and attentive side is quickly becoming her favorite. She feels uncomfortably distant suddenly and all that matters is the need to be near Villanelle. To feel flesh against flesh.

She grabs at Villanelle's shirt again, ignoring the surprised huff she receives in response, and yanks it right off of Villanelle's back, pulling them back into each other.

"That's rude." Villanelle whispers, smug and defective, before they are kissing again. Without the clothing between them, their hands are left free to explore. The only sound in the room is the rustle of bed sheets and the signs that escape them as hands wander over each other's bodies, sending shivers through both of them.

Neither quite remembers how, but somewhere along the way, they've both come out of their bras. Villanelle pulls her attention away from Eve's mouth and begins a journey down.

Down...down...down.

Down past Eve's neck, and over her collarbone, and finally to her breasts. Eve lets a sigh escape as Villanelle takes a breast into her mouth, bringing one hand up to play with the other has her lips suck and her tongue laves over the sensitive mound of flesh.

Her free hand snakes down lower, toward Eve's underwear. She pauses once more, silently asking permission as her mouth continues to worship Eve's breasts.

The hand that Eve doesn't have gently nestled in Villanelle's hair slides down to hold Villanelle's hand at her underwear, sliding then both down past the cotton barrier together.

They both groan at the contact when Villanelle makes the first experimental strokes around that delicious heat, reading at Eve's folds, but not quite going where Eve needs her most.

Eve is deliciously wet, and this small act of intimacy feels so...so utterly right. Villanelle actually sheds tears. Eve's hand in her hair coaxed her to make eye contact and they look into each other with a wide eyed wonder as they feel something else lock into place, joining them even tighter together. This is where they are meant to be.

"Please." Eve repeats for the second time that night. It makes Villanelle want to kiss her, and so she does. Their lips meet as Villanelle finds Eve's clit and Eve moans into the kiss at the jolt that starts in her core and emanates through her entire being.

"God, I love you." Eve whispers after, head lolling back into the pillow as Villanelle sets a deliciously, agonizingly slow pace between her legs.

"What?" Villanelle's pace falters only slightly, and she pulls back from Eve's forehead to look at her. In the moon light, with her chest heaving in desperate need, and her face flushed with desire, Villanelle thinks this is the most beautiful she has ever looked.

They've both imagined this scenario countless times, though Eve would be more reluctant to admit it. But here, in the moment, it was unlike anything either had dreamed of. They both felt as if they would come from the sheer intensity alone.

"I love you." Eve repeats, savoring the words on her tongue and finally admitting out loud the truth of them to herself and to Villanelle.

The flame roars ever larger at the gasoline that's just been thrown on it and Villanelle's pace grows more urgent as Eve fights amid her building pleasure to be coordinated enough to pull Villanelle's trousers down.

Villanelle continues to plunge her fingers into the depths of Eve, not once faltering as she kicks off her boots to allow Eve to remove her pants. Someone growls a little bit, someone else hisses, nails drag down Villanelle's back over the taught muscles that are dancing in effort just under the skin.

And then Eve manages to flip them, bracing her hands on either side of Villanelle's face.

The predator becomes the prey.

Villanelle swallows down her pleasure with a gulp, regarding Eve's predatory expression with wide, surprised eyes. A smirk makes its way across her face as she watches Eve lick her lips.

"You're not hiding any weapons, I hope."

In truth, Eve could utterly destroy her and she thinks that she might say thank you as she feels her blood pool around her.

"Asshole." Eve observes with a fond acceptance, delighting in the response she gets when she brings her hand down to cup Villanelle at her center. Her finger slides up and down over the fabric, encouraging the growing dampness.

"You're going to ruin me." Villanelle says wistfully, reading Eve's mind.

"But you'd like that. Wouldn't you?" Eve taunts, feeling a rush of power and confidence that only add to her arousal.

Yes! Villanelle wants to scream. Instead, she reminds Eve with a thrust of her fingers into sweet, damp heat that she is not entirely powerless.

"What do you want, Eve?" Her voice drops into that husky, sultry tone that brought Eve to ruin on one late night in Rome.

"You." Eve sighs out, grinding herself on both Villanelle's fingers and her lap with an urgent, instinctive need to chase at that feeling of release. Her control of the situation is slipping, and Villanelle is all too eager to catch it.

"Say it again, Eve" Villanelle flips them over and they are skin to skin, chest to chest, body to body, once more.

They both shiver at the intensity of their eye contact as Villanelle resumes making love to her and Eve teases Villanelle's clit.

"I want you." Eve repeats, breathless. She raises her head to kiss Villanelle once more, drinking in everything she has to give and offering herself in return.

"For how long?" Villanelle's palm brushes against Eve's clit on each thrust, unforgiving and just...so... right. In turn, Eve works Villanelle to her own release, holding their faces close with her free hand.

She presses soft kisses to the side of Villanelle's face, her hairline, her temple, pulling back to make eye contact as they both threaten to come undone.

"Forever." The statement turns into a whine and Eve comes suddenly and violently on Villanelle's fingers. In the throes of her passion she misses the elated sob that is pulled from Villanelle's throat at her words.

And after the waves of her orgasm subside, she crawls on top of Villanelle, and joins their fingers over Villanelle's heart, repeating herself before she crawls down the length of Villanelle's slender, toned body to finish what she started.

"Forever."

[manicpoetic]

“Will I Hold You When The Night is Over?”

Tags: Hurt and Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, look fuck the astankova family, that episode killed me

Eve pulled out her keyring, fiddling with it until her thumb found the correct, cool metal key. She was ready to be home. She wanted something. Food? Sleep? She couldn’t tell. She just wanted something and she knew that she could find it there.

She reached out to the door and her feet tangled together, accidentally tripping herself turning the door knob as she fell. It was unlocked.

She stumbled into an upright position, narrowing her eyes at the door. Hadn’t she locked it?

She yawned before shaking her head, it had been a long day, maybe she had forgotten to lock it that morning but as she opened the door something so familiar, so cloying that it all clicked into place.

“You know,” She said through another yawn, dropping her work bag to the floor, her eyes barely registering Villanelle’s form on her bed, “It’s impolite to invite yourself over.”

She headed towards the kitchen, in a hopeless attempt to satiate her want but as she started to open the fridge she realized that Villanelle hadn’t made a witty remark back. “Villanelle?”

Her hand unfurled from the fridge’s handle and she crossed back over to where her bed was, swiftly, albeit cautiously.

Villanelle was laying across it, collapsed in on herself, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other just clenched tight, as tears traced down her cheeks.

“Villanelle?” Her eyebrows drew together, kneeling down before her. “Hey,” She whispered, running a hand carefully through the hair that had cascaded in front of her face. Villanelle’s hand dragged from its resting place in the sheet to the top of Eve’s hand, covering it, holding it there. She leaned into the touch.

Eve still wasn’t sure what she had wanted but she forgot that wanted anything at all at the heat of this soft gesture. “Hey.” She studied the broken face in front of her, hoping to find some answer to the questions her actions aroused. She opened her mouth wishing that she could craft some perfect mixture of words to let Villanelle know she was safe here but she knew the woman laying in front of her. She knew her dogmatic nature. She closed her mouth and let out a sigh from her nose. “You don’t have to talk about it, just,” A breath fell from her lips that she didn’t know she was holding onto, “Let me help. Villanelle, tell me how to help.”

This was the only thing that brought Villanelle’s gaze to meet Eve’s eyes. Her face seemed to lighten, but only for a second as if she were preparing herself for yet another let down. “Hold me?”

Eve paused a second, letting the request wash over her in its full glory before standing up. She pulled her clothes off until she was left in a tank top and underwear, realizing just how deep this searing pain was when Villanelle didn’t use this as an opportunity to study the newly revealed skin.

“Can you scoot over?” Eve’s voice was barely a caress.

Villanelle didn’t say anything but shuffled on the bed until her back was against the wall. Eve sighed and crawled into the bed beside her. She placed a cautious hand on Villanelle’s waist and Villanelle didn’t hesitate, her arms shot forward and wrapped around Eve’s torso, pulling herself into Eve’s side, nestling into her, bathing in the warmth, the comfort, from this intimacy with Eve.

Eve pulled an arm around Villanelle’s waist, while her other hand carefully carded through her hair. She didn’t know how to comfort her past that, though. She didn’t know why she needed comfort in the first place. So, she did want she would’ve wanted if the roles were swapped, if she laid broken in Villanelle’s arms. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that for hours. Their souls melded together, jagged, broken pieces fitting perfectly against craving, wanting edges, forming some melancholy whole, divine with the previously denied comfort. The somber implications, memories of moments that led to this night laid atop them, coated them, drowned them like honey.

Villanelle relaxed her grip on Eve until she could lean back enough to look in Eve’s eyes.

Her gaze fell, though, when she opened her mouth, “I don’t,” Her voice was hoarse, confused, eyes glassy with unfallen tears, “Know what would have hurt more. If everything had been proven a lie, that it was an accident and I missed out on...” She sighed and clenched her eyes shut, “Or this.”

“What?” Eve was cautious with her questioning, her voice was soft and gentle.

“My mother.”

Those two words told the rest of the story. At least, told Eve what type of story it was. That it would hurt, would gut her until she was bleeding as heavily as Villanelle had bled through tears. There was no way that story ended in anything less than devastation.

“Why didn’t she want me, Eve?” Villanelle’s voice broke and tears fell again. Those six words echoed in her head, amplifying their effect until Eve couldn’t help but mirror her, tears racing down her cheeks. She pulled Villanelle tight against her chest.

“I,” Her voice was unsteady, anguish seeping through the cracks, “Don’t know.” She ran a hand through Villanelle’s hair, “I don’t know but I want you. Villanelle, I need you and who gives a damn what she thinks about you, what the whole fucking world thinks about you? You have me.”

“What she thought of me.” Villanelle’s voice tickled along Eve’s neck, “I killed her.” Eve sighed, letting the swell of emotion out before continuing. “Sounds like she deserved it.”

Villanelle let out a little chuckle. Pulling herself closer to Eve. “Thank you.”

Eve placed a kiss to her forehead, “I will always be here for you.”

Villanelle fell asleep in her arms, something mended inside of her. And Eve was softly lulled to sleep by the cocktail of Villanelle’s breathing and heartbeat, her craving satiated.

[wittygaypuns]

Anon, did you mean “mommy kink”? ‘Cause that’s what I heard. Cut for NSFW.

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“I mean... I don't know. What would you want me to do?” Eve asked. Villanelle's request had come a little out of left field.

“You know, just... act like a mother, I guess? No – nevermind, it's stupid.” Villanelle mumbled, suddenly shy, eyes lowered. She stared at her own bare thighs, fingers fiddling together in her lap. Eve smiled, moving to her and cupping her cheek in hand. It was rare to see her look timid about anything, and never in the bedroom. She gently tilted her head up.

“It's not stupid at all. If it's what you want, I can try it. You always indulge me, don't you? You always... give mama what she wants, right?” Eve stroked Villanelle's cheek with her thumb, marveling at the look she was given in return.

Those doe eyes, wide and shimmering with unexpressed emotion, the evenness of her lips though she looked ready to cry. It was as if something had switched inside of her. Villanelle, usually so confident and prideful, now sat on her knees before Eve, naked and vulnerable. Giving a faint pout and biting her lower lip, she nodded a little to Eve. She had seen that pout before, but it had never been sincere like it was now. There was a tremble to it, a yearning. Submission was more complicated to Villanelle than it was to Eve; for Eve, it meant to be taken and controlled by harsh hands and teasing words. For Villanelle, it seemed, submission meant vulnerability and surrender. With someone as powerful as Villanelle, giving up that strength took a different form. It was a yearning for something she had always wanted but had never been given. Only with Eve did she feel comfortable enough even asking, because Eve loved her without condition.

“Yeah...” Villanelle mumbled, closing her eyes as Eve moved even closer.

The way they were positioned on the bed made it easy for Eve to slip in closer. Villanelle sat on her knees, and Eve straddled her thighs, slipping her arms around her shoulders. Villanelle drew in a shaky breath, arms wrapping around Eve's waist, her head dropping to her chest instantly. She was so warm despite her nudity and the cool air of the bedroom, so soft and tender in her touches. And that was what Villanelle needed, wasn't it? A little tenderness. To let go once in a while. Someone who could be both a lover and a nurturer to her. Just as easily as she had been confused by the request, Eve understood.  It made perfect sense. She held Villanelle to her breast, one hand stroking back her hair.

“It's okay, baby. Mama's here.” Eve told her softly. She was both surprised and not by how easily she was settling into the new role. She hadn't expected it, but at the same time, she had already been sort of embodying it the entire time she had known Villanelle. She always wanted to protect her. She had killed for her and would do it again if the need arose. She had sacrificed huge swaths of her life in the name of caring for her... And wasn't that what a mother was supposed to do?

“Am... am I a good girl, mommy?” Villanelle said against her chest, looking up without moving her head.

“Of course you are!” Eve said, looking down at her with a gentle smile, hand sliding up and down her back. The urge to comfort Villanelle and take that sad, helpless look away had become overwhelming. She wanted to make her powerful again, to bolster the strength she had always shown, and she would do whatever it took to do it. If Villanelle needed to be coddled sometimes, that was perfectly fine with her; in fact, she was proud. Proud that the younger woman felt secure enough in their relationship to expose the part of herself no one else was allowed to know about. To hold out her hands and show Eve all of her hidden parts, the bits of her that she had tucked away for fear of them being used against her.

“I don't know what I want, mama... I feel so weird.” Villanelle whispered, arms around Eve tightening. So connected they were that Eve could practically feel the staggering flood of emotions spilling into Villanelle's chest. Everything she had repressed over the years bubbled to the surface, and her words were said with a little tremble. Eve held her a little tighter, frowning.

“I'm here, baby. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel better.” Eve implored her, desperate to take away the pained edge in her voice.

“Please. Make it better.” Villanelle actually whimpered. Eve pressed a kiss to her forehead and shifted off of her lap, moving to lay back on the bed.  

“Come here baby, lay on your side. Okay?” Eve instructed.

Villanelle, lids heavy, crawled to her. She flopped down bodily next to her, leaving them laying face to face. Eve's hair pillowed beneath them and Villanelle took comfort in it, pressing her nose against the curls as Eve slid her fingers down her side. She let them dip between them once she hit her hips, the movement of her fingertips light and trailing as they tread into the valley that Eve knew so well. Villanelle drew in a deep, shuddering breath and lifted her leg a little, moving it to rest over Eve's, granting her permission to continue her journey. She smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“Good girl.” She mumbled as Villanelle scooted in a little closer, her arms tucked between their bodies. She was so passive compared to normal. A hand moved to rest between Eve's breasts, but there was nothing passionate and sexual about it. It was a motion for comfort, for closeness; to feel Eve's heartbeat. Her breathing was labored, needy, but she trusted Eve to give her what she needed. Where Villanelle would normally manhandle her and keep their lovemaking wild and exhausting, she now laid patiently, waiting for her lover to touch her where she needed it most.

When she made contact with her clit, Villanelle gave another whimper, hips pushing towards her hand. Still restrained, but communicating with her body; Eve knew she needed it harder. She pressed with two fingers, rolling the erect bundle of nerves hard and slow and smiling proudly as Villanelle moaned. She wasn't often noisy during sex except to egg Eve on. She was almost always quiet when she came, and when she did it was usually with her face buried between Eve's thighs. It was a lovely change to hear her whimper, to see her squirm a little against her hands. Eve pressed kisses along Villanelle's flushed cheeks, against the tip of her perfect nose, and against her parted lips as she worked her clit harder and quicker.

“That feels so good, mama.” Villanelle whispered, hips rocking in turn.

“You're so wet, baby.” Eve replied.

Eve focused on her clit despite how inviting the flood between her legs was. It would be so easy to plunge her fingers into her, so slick and hot, but Eve knew that Villanelle didn't like penetration the way she did. With the angle they were at it would be awkward if she tried it anyway, and Villanelle was already melting under her touch. Her fingers flexed against Eve's chest, her breaths heavy and labored as Eve pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her release was approaching rapidly, and all Villanelle could think to do was surrender herself to it, to let Eve take care of her needs for once. Her moan caught in her throat, breaking with her breathing as she came wordlessly. Eve smiled, stilling her fingers for a moment as she kissed her lips once again.

“There you go... Do you want more?” Eve asked, pressing her forehead to Villanelle's.

A little nod was all she needed to continue her ministrations, pushing her lover into a second, then third, then fourth orgasm; by the fifth she was practically sobbing, cheeks and upper chest stained red, sweat beading her forehead. Only then did Eve withdraw her fingers, bringing them to her lips to lick them clean. Villanelle took the withdrawal as permission to move, pulling Eve into her arms as she shuddered with the aftershocks. Being held in such a way was a return to their regular positions, a snap back to normal. Eve welcomed it, knowing that it meant she had made it all better for her baby, and that Villanelle could return to exuding confidence and strength enough for them both.

“... Thank you.” Villanelle whispered as she caught her breath.

“Any time, baby.”

[sunflowerbi]

Are you kidding? I love them allllll 🥺🥺 plus I love these two idiots and I need fics ahsjdkd sooo 😌 29 + 13?

Ajsdhkldjsf thank you, i wish i was better at accepting compliments but i really do appreciate it 😅 This is unreasonably soft because i’m like that, but i really loved writing it! It’s on ao3 as well! I didn’t do much editing because it’s the bane of my existence, but hopefully it’s still good!

13. “Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”

29. “I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone because of you, how did you do that?” (Sleepy prompts)

           Villanelle woke slowly, surrounded by warmth, and bathed in gentle sunlight peeking through the curtains. She wasn’t sure what time it was, and she decided she didn’t much care. She shifted slightly, pulling the blanket over her shoulders. The comforting weight around her waist tightened, a slender arm pulling her closer. She turned to face Eve, slowly opening her eyes, smiling softly. She was still asleep, her eyes lightly shut, and she was beautiful. Villanelle had always known she was beautiful, but seeing her like this, peaceful and wrapped around Villanelle, dark curls slipping over her face? She looked ethereal, entirely too perfect to be real, to be holding onto Villanelle as if she’d run off otherwise. As if Villanelle would go anywhere other than exactly where Eve asked her to, do anything other than exactly what Eve asked her to. Villanelle knew that should worry her, that she should be more careful before handing power over like that, but it didn’t. She was hopelessly infatuated with the woman sleeping next to her, wanted to give her everything she had and take everything she’d give. She was exhilarating and comforting, some sort of impossible miracle.

           Villanelle traced her finger from the top of Eve’s forehead to the bottom of her chin, gently mapping out the details of her face, taking a moment to tuck a few loose curls behind her ear. She didn’t want to wake Eve, really. It’s just that once her finger found Eve’s skin, she couldn’t help herself, she traced across Eve’s jaw, over her cheek, running along her lips. Eve stirred, eyes beginning to blink slowly. She smiled, then, leaning into the touch that now rested against her cheek, eventually pressing a quick kiss to her fingers.

           “Good morning, darling.” Villanelle realized as she spoke that she would like to do this a million times over, waking up and greeting this woman with this smile, covering her with kisses over and over.

           “I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone because of you, how did you do that?” Eve’s voice was rough with sleep, and her hand rested on top of Villanelle’s, closing in the warmth, wanting to keep it as close to her as possible.

           “I do not know, but sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years, so whatever power I hold is one you hold as well. Maybe we are just meant to be sleeping in the same bed.”

           Eve noted that Villanelle seemed to wax poetic in the morning, finding she greatly enjoyed it. If she didn’t feel herself falling so quickly, so entirely, she might be angry at how wonderful Villanelle looked after having just awoken, her blonde hair just barely wavy and her cheeks lightly flushed. She was softer than usual, both in appearance and the way she spoke. “You’re so beautiful, it’s unreasonable.”

           “Thank you, I have been told I have a nice face. It is still good to hear, though.”

           “You’re also a little shit.” Eve laughed, pulling Villanelle close and pressing a kiss to her lips. She was so fucking happy. She hoped with everything in her that Villanelle felt as happy as she did. “Are you happy, Villanelle?”

           “Of course, liybimaya. I would like to do this every morning, although perhaps we could occasionally have very hot morning sex, as well.” She stretched, looking all too much like the cat who’d caught the canary. “Right now, though, I would like to make breakfast. How do you feel about pancakes? Sausages? I believe I have eggs as well, although I will want pancakes.”

           “Pancakes and sausages sound great, darling. I would offer to help, but the only things I can cook are Korean dishes, otherwise I can hardly boil water.” The two women sat up, beginning to pull themselves out of their cocoon of warmth. “I can do coffee, though. Assuming you don’t have some sort of fancy French press.” The look Villanelle gave her indicated that she did, in fact, have a fancy French press, “Okay, I’ll just watch and hand you things you need.”

           “That will be wonderful, especially if you do not manage to find any pants.” Villanelle smirked, standing up before offering her hand to help the other woman stand.

Eve took a moment to take in the woman standing in front of her, still naked from the precious night’s activities. God, she might just love this woman. Not just because she was completely gorgeous, but because she was pulling a shirt over her head, singing softly to herself. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun, sticking a pin in it before sauntering out of the room, reminding Eve that she was free to walk around with as little clothes as she wanted.

Eve chose to pull on a pair of underwear and one of Villanelle’s button-ups, something she had a feeling the blonde would appreciate. She tamed her curls a bit, running her fingers through them before making her way towards the kitchen.

           “Holy shit, Eve, you should not have dressed like that if you wanted to eat.” Villanelle practically growled, quickly placing herself in front of Eve, grabbing her waist.

           “Is that so?”

           They didn’t eat.

[mairiwheels]

On The Run

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In which Villanelle and Eve are on the hop, post S3.08

#fluff piece #pure softness #and gayness #first fic ever #be kind #i can't tag for shit #or summarise

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"You really are an asshole, Eve!", huffed Villanelle, throwing herself back on her pillow, lying on the tired old double bed in their shitty motel room. Eve raised an eyebrow, but was too tired to make a comeback. The women had fled London with nothing but the clothes they were wearing on the bridge, Eve's massive handbag and whatever bits and pieces Villanelle had secreted about her person, "which you are welcome to search me for, Eve", she had said somewhere along the way, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Eve had just laughed and said maybe later.

It was now edging close to 2am, and here they were in the middle of fuck-knows-ville, Wales, in a very low budget motel, worn out and on edge. Villanelle was obviously not as tired as Eve, and had hoped that once they found somewhere to stay for the night she and Eve would finally share a passionate night in each others' arms. Or some romantic shit. After trying to coax Eve into sharing the shower with her because "there might not be enough hot water for both of us", then prancing around the room in what looked suspiciously like a hand towel, using the motel's hairdryer to dry their underwear (which they had both washed out in the shower), to finally giving up these tactics and just straight out asking Eve for sex, she was not happy about being turned down. Eve was exhausted right down to her very bones, and not even the tingling thrill of sharing a room, sharing a bed, hell, sharing a life now it seemed, with the woman she had only barely admitted to herself she was in love with (and had certainly not said out loud, yet) could entice her into anything more than a soft kiss on Villanelle's lips goodnight.

Villanelle was now staring at the ugly popcorn ceiling, pouting, with an occasional side-eye at Eve. Eve sighed and rolled onto her side, facing the beautiful young woman she had chosen over wisdom, common sense, intelligence and everything else that was the opposite of romance. She let her eyes wander across Villanelle's alluring figure. Villanelle was currently wearing a black tank top that had been hidden under that mad canary yellow… cape? and the tiniest pair of red knickers Eve had ever seen. Eve wasn't dressed much more modestly, with an old t shirt and briefs that were very sensible cotton, if still a little damp from the impromptu laundering, but full coverage thank you very much, unlike the scrap of fabric barely covering Villanelle's ass. Not that Eve was one to complain. The view was honestly delightful.

"Honey," and Villanelle's whole body convulsed in pleasure at the pet name as she eagerly turned to face Eve, "I am more than ready, and willing, to do… whatever it is… you… want…" she faltered, gazing into those gorgeous eyes and becoming disoriented for a moment.

This was not lost on Villanelle, who smirked, delighted at the effect she was having on her darling Eve.

"Ah, anyway, I'm exhausted, and really, did you want our first time to be - here?" And Eve gestured around the room, which was possibly the ugliest place she had ever stayed in, and that included the hovel she had called home for a few months after she came back from Rome.

Villanelle's face softened. "Eve." Christ, how did she make her name sound like a prayer and sinful all at once? "I do not want you to feel any pressure. I am just so happy we are together. And I do not care where we are, although this would not have been my first choice for our initial liaison."

Oh shit, that French accent. Eve was sure she was not going to survive this relationship. "Or my hundredth choice", now wrinkling her nose adorably, "but you are right, you are very tired, and we should both sleep while we have the chance. We will be like crazy people for many weeks, on the run from them, and we will have to take our rest when we can."

She looked at Eve with a serious expression now on her face. "I will not risk your life, Eve. I must be alert, watching always for those who would bring a violent and bloody end our romantic getaway."

She smiled, losing her stern look, and Eve smiled softly back, the tingling feeling returning, heat rising in her belly. And elsewhere. She raised a hand and gently stroked Villanelle's face, tucking a strand of hair back from her eyes.

"I know, I know, and I'm so glad we both chose to be here, and I appreciate what you need to do to keep us safe. But please, don't ever think I don't want - this," and she wiggled her other hand vaguely between them, "because I do. I really, really do."

Villanelle's eyes, which had fluttered shut when Eve started to touch her, opened wide at this admission from Eve. "You really, really do?"

"Mmm" hummed Eve, now caressing Villanelle's cheekbone with her thumb. "Of course I do. You're gorgeous and funny and romantic and, and… " Villanelle was visibly preening with this praise.

"What else?", she asked cheekily, winking at Eve, in a throwback to one of their first conversations.

"Shut up, you dick," laughed Eve, "You know how amazing you are, I don't know why I'm even telling you this. But yeah, I do want us to, you know…"

"Fuck?" supplied Villanelle helpfully.

A sigh. "Yeah, I guess, or maybe... make love? Is there a difference?"

Villanelle considered this seriously. "Yes. There is a difference, Eve," and oh dear lord, how is she supposed to resist her, the way she drags out her name like that, all low register, and with that accent. So unfair. "I think we will not fuck," Villanelle now stated with authority. "We will make love, you and I. It will be glorrrrrrious! I will make you cry my name many, many times," she assured Eve, who had turned bright red and was now squirming under the thoughtful gaze of the younger woman beside her.

"It is what you deserve, my Eve," she whispered, shuffling closer and wrapping an arm across Eve's torso. "But you are right, we will sleep now." Villanelle leaned into Eve, capturing her lips in a slightly-less-than-chaste kiss, her tongue flicking out to caress Eve's lower lip before pulling back, then resting her forehead against Eve's for a moment. "And I will dream of making love to you all night", she told Eve with finality. She snuggled down, still holding Eve close to her as she pulled the duvet over them both.

"Sweet dreams, my love," sighed Villanelle into Eve's glorious hair.

"Goodnight sweetheart," whispered Eve. For a moment she thought it was too soft for Villanelle to catch, but a hitch in her breath and a tightening of the arm around her assured her the words were indeed audible. Eve closed her eyes and for a moment let herself feel the loving tenderness between them, to cherish the peace without thought of the months of running from certain death to come.

[rorykillmore]

VILLANEVE!

Gives nose/forehead kisses:  villanelle, being a little taller, gives eve forehead kisses a lot, but eve loves giving villanelle lil nose kisses.

Gets jealous the most: i mean, villaneve as a ship is basically a competition of who can be more irrationally possessive at any given time

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: villanelle has a pretty steady alcohol tolerance, so she’s usually the one doing this for eve.

Takes care of on sick days:  villanelle invariably usually wants to cuddle up to eve whenever she herself is feeling sick, OR when eve is feeling sick, so either way they both usually get sick. dying together, as god intended.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: scenario 1: villanelle bodily picks eve up and throws her into the water to settle whatever petty beach argument they’re having.  scenario 2: eve tries to dunk villanelle because she thinks it’d be fun to test how much bullshit she is willing to tolerate, villanelle plays dead and makes eve give her cpr

Gives unprompted massages:  villanelle is REAL horny for giving eve unprompted shoulder and back massages, undoubtedly

Drives/rides shotgun: eve drives, villanelle takes “shotgun” a little too literally and threatens to shoot at any cars she suspects are tailing them

Brings the other lunch at work.

Has the better parental relationship:  i would say proooobably eve. i know her dad’s dead, but i believe she’s still in touch with her mom? maybe? meanwhile villanelle’s family situation is just a mess

Tries to start role-playing in bed:  they both need to be kinkshamed for other things undoubtedly but given that their real life situation is the definitive wlw role-playing scenario, do they really need to try it in bed?

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: replace “embarrassingly drunk dancer” with “embarrassingly drunk karaoke singer” and you’ve canonically got eve

Still cries watching Titanic:  eve and villanelle are both undoubtedly people who make fun of titanic, and that’s why they’re soulmates.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: villanelle. like, not even just on halloween or at parties or whatever, but just like, you know. in every day life.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: i’ll give you three guesses and her middle name is “pledges her undying love through indulging in shameless materialism”

Makes the other eat breakfast: eve INSISTS that villanelle needs to eat breakfast, and by that i mean she insists that villanelle cook breakfast for both of them.

Remembers anniversaries: see, they both do, but their problem is that they can never agree what constitutes as “when they started dating”. was it when eve stabbed villanelle in the stomach? was it when they started sleeping together after new years? was it when they confessed their undying devotion to each other after the hunger games? :thinking:

Brings up having kids:  villanelle,  repeatedly. it’s one of her top 10 favorite ways to antagonize eve.

[wndrcarol]

mine | villanelle

request: Hey!!! Ma'am plsss I loveee your account, thank you for your service 😭🥺I was wondering if you could write another piece of possessive jealous villanelle in which she beats the shit out of a guy who is flirting with you, and then proceeds to fuck you in the nearest room, fists covered in blood and sweaty. Omg I think she would love bdsm and fucking you roughly, image when she gets angry 🥴🥵 Daddy kink, straps, bondage, spanking, she speaking in Russian when she is furious. Thank you! 🙏🏼

a/n: this..wow. holy fuck- all I have to say. This was def a whirlwind to write bc I love this request so fuckin’ much. This defenitly has smut so please only 18+! I hope you guys enjoy + requests are open!! <3

pairings: Villanelle (Oksana Astankova) x F!Reader

warnings: Fingering, strap-on, daddy kink, spanking, edging, degradation, slight talk of blood/bloody hands and pure filth

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All day, you had been in a teasing mood because Villanelle hadn’t been paying attention to you. You were also horny since it had been a while since you both had done anything with your schedules being so busy. She had been caught up in work all day and your tricks just weren’t cutting it. So when she said that you both should go to the club tonight, you agreed, knowing that doing something there would give you 100% of her attention then.

Walking into the club, you immediately gravitated to the dancefloor. The loud music pounded in your ears but you didn’t mind it as much. It helped you to let loose from everything that was going on all together. Villanelle suggested to grab you both drinks and you nodded, watching her push through the crowd to the bar. You felt a pair of hands grab onto your hips from behind which startled you at first since it was a random guy but you smirked at the ‘bright’ idea you got.

You began to dance with the guy, who was getting a little handsy that you kept moving his hands back up to your waist every time they went to grip your ass. Sure, you wanted to get a reaction from Villanelle but you still wanted to have some sort of control.

Villanele walked over to the bar, ordering you both drinks, turning quickly to make sure she still had an eye on you before she got lost trying to find you again. Doing a double take, she saw a random guy come up to you, a part of her wanted you to push him off but another part of her watched to see how you would react. She had taken in every attempt and hint you dropped to her all day but she didn’t want to react and give in. Her own personal teasing, you could call it.

When she saw you grind into a guy and his hands move their way to your hips, gripping onto you, that was when she lost it. She stormed over to the both of you, tapping him on the shoulder. The guy turned around before knocking over onto the ground as Villanelle had punched him right in the jaw.

You stood up, eyes wide at her reaction to seeing you both dancing as you watched her straddle the guy, punching him over and over before pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Hands off my girl” she said, punching once more on his nose which caused him to bleed. Her hands were slightly covered in his blood mixed with blood from her knuckles from how hard she had punched. You rushed over, pulling her off of the guy and onto her feet.

“Stop. You’re going to kill him if you keep going” you said as she looked over at you. Her eyes were dark from a mix of adrenaline and wanting. A wanting to teach you and tell you how you were hers and only hers.

Villanelle grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bathroom as you felt a pit in your stomach from both excitement but also from nervousness. You both had been in this predicament before, going to the nearest room to have a quickie but it never has happened after Villanelle beating up a guy, nearly killing him.

Closing the door behind you both, she tugged you to the nearest stall, eagerly pushing you in and shutting the door. Being in a tight space together, you could feel Villanelle’s breath fan onto your face as your breath hitched a bit when she grabbed your hips, pulling you close into her.

“You see what you make me do? Hmm? Almost making me kill someone just because they had their hands all over you, caressing you the way only I should be doing” she said, looking from your eyes to your lips as you let out a small whimper feeling her hands grip your hips tighter.

Swiftly, she spun you around so your face and chest were against the the stall wall as she hiked up your dress above your ass as she inhaled a sharp breath seeing you were wearing her favorite black lace set.

“Were you wearing this for him to see, Printsessa? For him to rip off of you before he fucked you?” she said into your ear, leaning into you before smacking your ass hard pulling a yelp from you.

She chuckled, pulling back and caressing your ass before smacking again. “Uh uh, baby. You want to act like a whore all night so this is your punishment” she said, smacking once more, harder making you jolt slightly forward.

Villanelle turned you back around to face her, smirking at you before she crashed her lips against yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around her hips, steadying you on your other foot. You moved your hands to lay on her shoulders until she pulled back abruptly. You looked at her, confused as she took her belt off and looked at you.

“No touching me, baby. Another part of the punishment since you were so touchy tonight, alright?” she said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Yes” you spoke as you raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes what?” she smirked, waiting for you to answer as you moaned slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you said as she slowly rubbed her thumb against you cheek.

“That’s my girl” she said, placing your leg back down before taking both of your hands softly and tightening the belt around them, moving them above your head for you to grab a hold of the top of the stall which, thankfully, you could reach with your heels.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re true plans were for tonight, angel” She said, standing back up, moving her hand down to your panties, slowly rubbing you above the fabric, smirking at how soaked they are already.

“So wet. I bet your boy toy wouldn’t appreciate this as much, don’t you think?” she said, pushing aside the fabric and slightly pressing against your clit before beginning to rub quickly making your breath hitch.

“Tell what your plans were baby” she said, continuing to rub at a quick pace as you tried to catch your breath, letting out a loud moan, gripping tightly onto the stall. You felt her other hand pick up your leg again, giving her better access to keep rubbing.

“I just-” you breathed in as she slowed her pace a bit “I wanted to piss you off, show you that maybe someone else can pleasure me” you smirked, wanting to get a reaction out of her. She stopped rubbing your clit which made you whimper at the loss of the feeling.

Giving you a sharp look, she inserted two fingers quickly, beginning to pump in and out at a slow pace, you moved your hands down from the stall to move her hand quicker but she quickly moved them back up to hold onto the stall.

“Is that so? You really think someone can fuck you just as good as me? Get you to scream so loud just like I get you to?” she said, pulling her fingers out, looking at them covered in your slick wetness before moving them to your face, motioning for you to suck on her fingers.

Opening your mouth, she moved her fingers in as you began to suck. She let out a moan, slowly unbuckling her pants and pulling out the strap that she had put on before leaving the house that night. Taking her hand from your mouth, she used it to help align herself before slamming into you quickly, pulling you close by the back of the neck.

You moaned loudly, thanking the music from the club for being so loud that no one could hear you as your eyes rolled back, feeling Villanelle pull back out slowly before slamming in again fast.

“I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t think of anyone else” She said, picking up the pace as you leaned your head back against the stall, your moans beginning to get louder and louder. You lifted your hips a bit, feeling a new sense of pleasure from the new angle, your eyes rolled back.

“That’s it, Kiska. Moan as loud as you want, let them hear you” She said, sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she began grunting, moving her hand to rub your clit while continuing to thurst at a fast pace.

“I’m gonna-” you started but was cut off by letting out a short scream, gripping tightly onto the stall as you started to feel your orgasm being brought to it’s peak.

“Fuck.” Villanelle moaned out. Watching you in this state was almost euphroic to her. She knew how to pleasure you and it gave her pleasure watching you unravel underneath her, being able to share an intimate connection.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let me see you” she said, moving your head to look at her as you inhaled a long sharp breath, feeling yourself release, letting out a long moan. Villanelle moaned along, thrusting slowly, letting your ride out your orgasm before your body went slightly limp. Villanelle pulled out, putting the strap back into ther pants as you looked at her confused.

“You don’t want me to help clean you up?” You asked as she smirked and shook her head. 

“We can do that at home. This is just round one” She winked, placing your leg back down, helping you with your panties and dress to make sure you were presentable even after getting fucked in a restroom. Villanelle took the belt from your wrists, placing it back onto her pants as she looked at you before placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you” she said, looking at you as you smiled, taking her hands into yours and giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“And I love you. Don’t worry, no one can fuck as good as you” you winked back as she let out a laugh.

“Damn right” she said, smacking your ass lightly, making you jump as you both exited the stall, preparing yourself for what is going to happen at home.

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