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SO IT GOES - chapter 14

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual language, arguing and emotional abuse, ANGST (I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD THIS GUYS OK) Wordcount: 5,8K A/C: SHE'S BAACK, thank you for being so patient and understanding because this has been a long time coming. I'm sure you guys probably feel the same when i say my life for the past couple weeks has been consumed by hoops so i've been writing less. i'm back on that grind tho. in 24 hours paige's last game as a husky will be over and my god, i can't even put into words how badly i want this for her, for all of them. she's earned that natty and i truly believe that we can get it. i have her to thank for all of this - each and every one of you. i love writing and i never thought so many people would enjoy my writing. it's completely transferred my dream of writing a book someday from a childish fantasy to reality. seeing all of you enjoy my writing has CHANGED MY LIFE and it's all thanks to you and this blonde basketball player. i'm so grateful for her and she deserves everything. please Lord, give it to her <3 i love all of you ty for bearing with me.

flashbacks are in italics, as always

Before London

The dents on the pillow have formed a pattern on my cheek, pressed tightly on the light pink cotton. It takes me a moment to remember the reason behind the burning of my eyes, or why my cheeks feel wet. Oh right. My memory soon returns, the tightening in my chest reminding me of my brother’s silhouette narrowing in the airport as he walked away. Perhaps I wouldn’t have been so upset, but it was a hard day. A day I just wanted to be over. My wedding day. Or what would’ve been if it hadn’t been for that day in February, where I finally mustered up the nerve to pack my bags.

My joints ache again, and instinctually my arm reaches for Paige, for comfort, for the person who had become my home. But she’s not there. I can’t feel the weight of her anywhere on the couch. Opening my eyes, I look around adjusting to the afternoon light.

“Paige?” I mutter, sitting up and rubbing my tired eyes. The humming of the AC is all that answers my call. Confused, I wrap my cardigan around me tighter, tip toeing on the cool hardwood, looking for any sign of the blonde. I check the kitchen, the bathroom - no one. The bedroom door is ajar, an ominous sign of something coming. The gentle drizzle outside taps against the window, taunting me.

“Baby?” I ask, my stomach stirring already. The uneasy silence responds again. Pushing the door open, I reveal an empty room left just as I did this morning. Until my green eyes travel to the bed, a cream coloured card placed neatly on the sheets. I’d recognise the card anywhere. Still, before I can think my feet walk to the edge of the bed, eyes welling up before my mind comprehends what’s happened.

“Paige?” I cry out again, my voice shaking and weaker than before, eyes staring at the wedding invite laid out on the striped cotton of the sheets. I couldn’t tell why I called out her name, I knew she wasn’t there. That she’d be far gone, furious. It’s what Paige did, hid the big emotions with anger and a temper.

My shaky hands reach for my phone. Texts from Trey, Lala, my brother telling me he made his layover. None from the person I missed. I stand there, staring at the wall, calling over and over. Must have been five or six times before I give up and throw the phone on the bed. Screw this.

Sliding my slippers on, I hurry out the flat, making up the flight of stairs until I’m behind that all too familiar door above mine, knocking on it urgently. My body works as if on autopilot, I’m not thinking anything through. I’m not even sure what I’d say if she opened the door. What was there to say?

I’d love to tell Paige there was no reason why I never told her I was engaged. That it was just a minor detail I had forgotten about. But considering all our conversations surrounding my life and Jasper, it only dawned on me now that not telling her had been a calculated move on my part. Frankly, because, as much as it scared me to admit, I felt ashamed. Paige thought so highly of me - selfishly I enjoyed it. If she knew I was about to marry the man that treated me like shit, I’m sure she’d never think of me the same. Maybe she might even realise she could get away with treating me like that too. I knew if I showed my true self, she would never be with me. She would never love me. No one could ever love me. This I knew as surely as I knew the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

My watery eyes glance at the clock on the wall. 5:48PM. He’d be home any minute. I rub my chest in circular, smoothing motion. Like my mom used to. Calm down Zari. With shaky hands I keep throwing clothing after clothing into different bags, yellow, beige, red fabrics flying around the room. There’s no time to zip them up, I had to leave. I knew if he showed up I’d become aware of how truly weak I am. I’ll never get away unless I leave now.

I carry three bags downstairs, overflowing with makeup, photo albums, everything I deemed important. The set of plates I spent a fortune on seemed irrelevant right now. I lean over the small notebook on the table by the front door, tears wetting the page. I flip a new one.

Gripping onto the pen like a lifeline, I scribble the words that were true.

We weren’t made for this Jasper. I’m sorry.

Lower lip trembling, the memories of this very notebook fill my head. The way the loving, gentle notes of a young happy couple turned bitter and violent so suddenly. I didn’t understand what happened. Jasper was always kind, gentle, patient but the moment we moved in together, it’s like a new Jasper appeared. Narcissistic, manipulative, controlling, gaslighting. I knew all this - I knew he was all those things. Still, I loved him. More than anything.

As I slide the gold engagement ring off my slender finger, the sound of a key sliding into the lock interrupts my thoughts.

“Hey Zari, I got some Chine-” Jasper murmurs, suddenly stopping when he sees the scene. It doesn’t take him long to put the pieces together, the last omen the engagement ring sitting pretty on the side table.

“What is going on?”

I quickly wipe tears away, wanting to back down, to fold. I wasn’t sure I was brave enough for this.

“J-Jasper,” I sob, watching him reach for the notebook.

“You’re leaving me?” He asks, brown eyes quickly welling up. Suddenly my heart throbs with pain.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, sniffling.

“B-but the wedding. What about the wedding?” The curly haired man asks, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. Suddenly flashes of the early days, the innocent crush, the tension of the small touches and the hidden giggles overwhelm me. How could I leave this man. I loved him. I always would. There was no denying it.

“Jasper,” I gasp. “W-we both know that we’re not happy.”

“I’m happy,” he exhales, turning to me with sad eyes, hands reaching out to mine. I flinch, pulling away.

“No, Jasp-”

“You’re afraid of me?” He asks, shocked and sad.

Yes.

“No, darling. No,” I reassure him, reaching for his hands. “I just don’t think this… works.”

We’re both crying, my thumbs soothing over his soft skin.

“No,” Jasper whispers, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no. Izara, no,” he sobs, getting on his knees in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, head leaning against my lower stomach. He’s clutching to me like he might die without me. It makes me feel sick. Guilty.

“Jasper,” I cry out, grabbing his arms. “Please get up.”

“You can’t leave me,” he answers weakly, wetting my sweater with his tears. I take a deep breath, looking around the house we’ve shared together, realising that even with all the good, there was always so much more bad.

“No Jasper, get up,” I muster all my strength to say this, pushing his hands off me and taking a step back. Suddenly, the tears stop, his face changes from emotional to cold, detached. He gets up from the floor, rubbing his jaw in the way he did when he was furious.

“Huh,” he nearly chuckles, looking at the floor. “Of course, you think you’re better than me. Think you can do better.”

“No, Jas, that’s not how I think. I’m jus-”

“Shut up bitch,” he spews out. “All fucking females are the same. Nothing’s good enough.”

I’m taken aback. I had never heard him talk like this.

“You really think anyone’s ever gonna want you?” Jasper asks, his words like spiders weaving webs into my brain. “With your nagging? No one’s ever good enough for you. Nothing is. You just think everyone needs to do whatever you want.”

“That’s not true,” I say, but barely believe it myself. Maybe he’s right.

“Really? Who would put up with you?” He says condescendingly. “Who would love you?”

I’m silent, ears ringing but not loud enough to blur out his words.

“Go ahead, leave. You’re gonna come crawling back when you realise no one else will stick around.”

He’s looking for a reaction, growing more and more frustrated when I don’t give it to him. I merely stare at the wall blankly, tears falling down my cheeks.

His anger is rising, jaw clenching and the veins in his neck throbbing. “I loved you when no one else would. Me!” He screams, spit landing on my face as he does, his hot breath on me. “I’m the only one that ever will!”

The front door bursts open, Kiran panting and out of breath. I had called him in a panic. Told him I’m finally leaving Jasper.

“Oi, get off my sister you knob,” Kiran yells, grabbing Jasper and pushing him against the wall by the stairs.

“Kiran!” I yell, grabbing his jacket but he shakes me off, holding onto the collars of Jasper’s shirt.

“Been waiting for this day since I met you,” Kiran scoffs, keeping Jasper against the wall with ease. He was much stronger. “Never wanna see your face again, yeah? Stay the fuck away from us.”

“Kiran,” I command with authority, finally getting the attention of my brother. His hazel eyes flicker to me, the grip on Jasper’s collar easing.

“Let’s just go,” I say weakly, grabbing one of the bags that had fallen on the floor. Wordlessly, Kiran lets go of the curly haired man panting, back flush against the wall as he watches my brother pick up the rest of the bags, opening the door for me. One more time I glance at Jasper, wondering if he’s right. I wasn’t easy. I was a handful, high maintenance. But a lifetime of being alone and unloved was better than spending each day afraid of my own fiance.

The arena is buzzing with scrambling and rushed footsteps, the media team gathered in the tunnels going through what needs to be done today. Trey’s been talking the past 15 minutes, going back and forth from describing the details of his weekend to what questions I should be asking what players. I don’t hear him, staring at the pale brick wall and picking the skin of my lips. I haven’t slept, the heaviness of my eyes reminding me of how exhausted I felt. My body felt tense, shoulders aching, all the seams of my clothes itching against my skin making my heart pound.

I had been knocking and knocking behind Paige’s door, but there was no answer. She hadn’t replied to my messages or calls, and I had barely seen a glimpse of her as we travelled to DC, and those few times she had been avoiding my gaze like the plague - acting as if I didn’t exist. That’s exactly how I felt. Like I finally got proof of what I’d feared. That Jasper was right.

“And then I thought, Zari. Zari?”

I don’t hear, face blank and the dark circles underneath my eyes visible.

“Hey,” Trey pulls on my sleeve, my head snatching to him. “You okay?”

“Sorry,” I mumble, rubbing my face exhaustedly. “What were you asking?”

He looks at me for a while, face filled with worry. “Uh, just if you got that interview with Satou done?”

“Oh, yeah,” I hum with a smile, though it physically pains me to lift the corners of my mouth, lower lip trembling with the idea of how the blonde was behind that brick wall I had been staring at, preparing for the game against the Mystics. Maybe if I stare for long enough she’ll sense me, come out, and let me explain.

“Thank you Zari,” Trey says softly, “let’s head out, game gonna start soon.”

“Uhh, I need some water first,” I mumble, waving the rest of the team away. In reality I didn’t care. I just wanted to stay behind to catch Paige. To make her listen to me. God, why didn’t I just tell her?

The Dallas Wings finally exit their locker room, one by one coming out in a neat line, making final adjustments to their jerseys or hair. Paige is the last one, closing the door behind herself. Suddenly I fix my posture, opening my mouth to talk.

“Paige, can you help?” Satou asks before I have the chance to say anything, her sports bra strap somehow twisted around her jersey.

“‘Course,” the blonde smiles, as if nothing had happened. No dark circles, no shaky hands. She seems like herself, like my absence had no effect on her. Meanwhile the devastation of not having her around was making me hurt everywhere, unable to eat or sleep.

Without even glancing my way, she walks over to the taller girl, fingers working to untangle her. I stare and stare, but no words come out. There’s nothing I can say. I feel like a scolded child who had come back home after failing a test. My green, tired eyes watch Paige, her ponytail flicking off her shoulder as she chats easily with her teammate, without a worry in the world. There, on her long neck where I’d kissed many times, is a bright red mark.

My heart drops, alarm bells going off in my mind. Suddenly it’s becoming very clear why she hadn’t been home all night, why she hadn’t picked up her phone no matter how many times I called. Because she had been too busy wrapped up in some other girl.

“Zari! Was that interview okay?” Satou asks with a bright grin, Paige still working to release her jersey, pretending as if I’m not there.

My eyes well up, tears threatening to spill as I stare at the two girls. Swallowing loudly, I bury the shakiness in my voice and put on a fake smile, slightly too perky to be real. “Yeah, it was perfect. Would you excuse me?”

I push past the girls, biting down on my lower lip. The moment I’m out of sight, the first tears slip down my cheeks. I need to find a bathroom - anywhere to fall apart in peace.

“And another three for Bueckers! Unbelievable!”

The crowd is on their feet as I jog backwards on the court, sneakers squeaking against the hardwood. 29 point game. Ever since the breakthrough game against Seattle Storm I’d been a different player, dropping at least 20 points each night. Chris had finally understood what I needed to be coached. Tough love. It’s what Geno did to make me great. It’s what I needed.

“And the Wings win, defeating the Mystics on their home court!”

I jog back to Chris, my teammates ruffling my hair to congratulate me on another great game. Me and Arike had quickly become an increasingly efficient pair, already being praised all over. The chemistry between us had grown immensely and I truly felt like she was already a sister to me. I had become comfortable wearing Dallas colours, the jersey fitting me just right.

But even with the adrenaline pumping and the crowd roaring I could feel the tightness in my chest and the stirring in my stomach. I could feel it, Izara’s eyes on me, watching for every move. It killed me not to look her way. It wasn’t a punishment or some sort of childish game (though I was known for the silent treatment I gave to those who upset me). I just couldn’t sort through my emotions. Hurt, anger, betrayal, confusion - all of those had been stirring in my mind all night, made their way into my dreams and haunted me even while I slept. It all concluded only to a single question: Why didn’t she tell me?

I had all of this wrong from the start. We were never what I thought we were. It never meant anything to her. That was the only answer I could find. That me, Paige Bueckers, who would die for this girl was nothing more than a rebound. Just something to get her mind off things until she returned back to England, just an experiment until she’d go back to Jasper. Normally I wouldn’t have minded. I get to love on a pretty girl without attachment for a few months before getting the chance to get sick of them? That would’ve been heaven to me even just six months prior. But Izara was different. Izara was everything.

“Paigey!” Aaliyah smiles wide as she approaches me, wrapping me into a tight, sweaty hug.

“Liliiii,” I grin, resting my head on the taller girl’s shoulder. She had hit me with a nasty block, making me tumble down hard in the second quarter but all was forgotten now. It was strange not sharing a jersey or a team with her, but playing against her was nearly as much fun.

“Baby rookie!”

“Yo I’m older than you,” I groan, pushing her off me. She laughs, wiping the sweat off her arms.

“That was a good game,” Lili laughs, squeezing my shoulders. “Looks like you’ve been in the weight room finally.”

“Bro,” I groan, shaking her off lightheartedly. “You wanna come to dinner later? Whole team’s going.”

“Sure,” Aaliyah smiles looking at me for a while. “Look at us huh,” she sighs, smoothing over the Mystics jersey sitting on her body.

“Crazy huh,” I repeat almost sadly, the nostalgia of our days playing at UConn together, the ease of it.

“Who you think Geno was rooting for?”

I scoff. “The Wings, I got him a natty,” I say like it’s obvious. Aaliyah rolls her eyes, grinning slightly.

“Whatever, I know he missed me last season.”

“We all missed you,” I chuckle, sitting down on the bench behind Chris. The taller girl follows me, taking a seat beside mine.

“So, I heard you got a girl?”

My cheeks flush red, a lump in my throat growing at the reminder of Izara. I chew on my lower lip before kissing my teeth, leaning back.

“Uhh, where’d you hear that?”

“KK told me, said you’re in love,” Aaliyah chuckles, poking my bare knee. I smile, of course she did.

“It’s a little, uh, complicated I guess,” I mumble, looking around to make sure no one was in earshot. “Ion know if I’m made for that shit right now.”

“Ion know if you’re made for that at all. It takes work,” Lili laughs, throwing her head back to chug some water. “And talking. You’ve never been good at that.”

Immediately, my eyes glance away onto the court, my head turning to avoid her words. I open my mouth to protest, but stay quiet. She’s right. Even yesterday, even with how much I cared for Izzie, I had no desire to hear her out or to talk it through. To me it might as well be over.

“Miss, we’re here,” the cab driver wakes me from restless sleep, my head leaning against the window. I rub my eyes, glancing at the view of the very familiar front doors of my home building in the scorching afternoon sun. The early flight back home had been just as awkward as the 24 hours before, me and Paige doing everything to avoid each other. It’s funny, it seemed as if we were just as bad at hiding our wrath as we were hiding our relationship. If you could even call it that. I suppose it never was.

Everyone seemed to be aware of the tension between us, Amanda, my assistant producer offering to do content with Paige for me, Arike trying to make it better and get me to come to dinner with the team. It seemed everyone wanted to make it right for us. Even Twitter was filled with rumours of our falling apart based merely on a video where Paige walks by me without touching, or even glancing my way. I never even realised what a rare occurrence that was.

As I step out of the cab, Paige’s one pulls up to right behind mine. I watch as the blonde girl climbs out, grabbing her bags from the trunk while my driver lifts the heavy suitcase for me. It seemed ridiculous, the entire way our cars trailing one another yet we refused to take the same one. I suppose I better get used to it, that this is what it will be like for the rest of the season in Dallas.

I lift my sunglasses onto my head, pushing back my dark curls. Paige is in basketball shorts and a UConn T-shirt, clearly nostalgic from getting to see Aaliyah yesterday. I watch as she lifts the strap of her bag over her head, letting it fall onto her shoulder before adjusting her glasses. The shirt is tight on her arms and upper back, the muscle weight she’d gained in the past couple months already apparent on her slim build. I liked to think I had something to do with that, with the way I was feeding that girl on the daily.

My green eyes practically stare, the cab driving away though I barely notice. Still, she won’t budge, won’t look my way. As if I don’t exist the girl grabs her bags and walks into the building, the red mark on her neck faded but still a cruel reminder of how unlovable I actually was.

Holding back tears I soon follow after, giving Paige enough time to get inside before entering the elevator. I press on the fifth floor, adjusting the cream coloured sweater hanging loosely on my body, revealing the tan on my right shoulder. I couldn’t believe she was acting like this. I thought I meant more - she certainly had made it seem so. Like I meant everything. And she gave up this quickly?

Anger seethes beneath my skin, bubbling and replacing the sadness. Who does she think she is to treat me like this? Just sleeping with some other girl? Not even letting me explain? Not being mature enough to tell me it’s over? She at least owed me that. I needed her to look me in the eye and tell me.

The elevator doors slide open on the fifth floor. My floor. But I don’t step out, my finger reaching to spam the button with the large six on it, impatiently tapping my foot waiting for the elevator to move again.

The moment the doors open again I’m stepping out, my suitcase getting yanked with me. I beeline to Paige’s apartment, pounding on the wood of her door. No answer. She was pretending to not be home. As if I just didn’t see her five minutes ago.

“Paige!” I yell, overcome with anger enough to forget all my inhibitions or to care about the other neighbours. “Paige Madison!”

I keep knocking on the door, my knuckles turning red against the wood. “Paig-”

Finally it opens, the blonde standing there dumbfounded, a towel hanging off her waist and her upper body only covered in a sports bra.

“You crazy?” She says, only irritating me more.

“Now you listen to me okay Paige Bueckers,” I start, brows furrowed in anger. “I do not know who you think you are, but you can not treat me like this. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I really am. But you didn’t even give me a chance to explain! What, you just throw me to the side that easy? Make me think I actually matter and then at the first adversity you run and go fuck some other girl like I’m nothing to y-”

“Woah, woah, what?” Paige asks, tightening the towel around her waist. “Whatchu talking bout some girl?”

I scoff and cross my arms over my chest, nodding towards the tall blonde. “You think I’m stupid too? Everyone can see your neck.”

“My neck?”

Paige’s brows furrow as she touches the skin on the red mark, rubbing it, eyes widening in realisation. “This is from my bag, the strap made it red.”

Suddenly I feel dumbfounded, stupid even. My ears turn red as I look around, a nice older couple from upstairs making their way down the staircase slowly. Paige and I smile awkwardly at them, the blonde sighing and nodding her head.

“Come inside Iz,” she sighs.

Exhaling loudly, I shake my head, still way too angry. “No. You’re lying. You weren’t home the other night, I tried knocking. Or were you just ignoring me? Like you’re some sort of child?”

“I was at Rike’s and Lala’s.”

“Bullshit.”

“Ask them,” Paige says matter of factly, grabbing her phone from the side table. “Go ‘head.”

I don’t even touch the phone, mostly because I don’t want to be proven wrong in front of her. So I divert.

“Why are you acting like this?” I ask, annoyed.

Paige chuckles bitterly, rolling her eyes and grabbing the door. “I’ma go shower, Ion got time for this.”

A jolt runs through my chest, making my hand grab the door handle. I knew her enough to know her annoyance was only covering up for the hurt I caused.

“Paige,” I sigh, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry. Please, let me explain. Please.”

The blonde throws her head back, looking up at the ceiling. She takes her time contemplating.

“I dunno,” she mumbles, almost like to herself. “Not much you could say.”

“Let me try,” I offer softly, begging to God she’d look back at me.

“Ion like being played with,” she suddenly replies, voice breaking just enough to hear. “Don’t wanna be a rebound or something. Some sorta experiment or some shit like that Iz, I just, I don’t want that.”

“It’s not like that, just let me come in Paige.”

Finally, the blonde lets go of the door, turning her back on me and walking into the bedroom. I step in, dragging my suitcase with me. Enough adrenaline pumped through my veins that I couldn’t feel the exhaustion in my body.

Soon she emerges, sweatpants replacing the towel around her waist. I stand awkwardly by the entrance, as if I hadn’t been nearly living in this apartment the last month or so. Wordlessly, I follow the taller girl into the living room, both of us taking seats on the opposite sides of the couch.

The silence that falls upon us is filled with tension and regret, the steady hum of the AC and quiet sounds of the road somewhere below making its way inside. She still won’t look at me, and it’s breaking my heart.

“Paige-”

“You were engaged?” She interrupts me.

I swallow, before nodding. “I was.”

Paige licks her lips, nodding too. “You left him?”

“Couple weeks before I flew in.”

She takes a deep breath, mulling it over in her head.

“And I was just sumn fun to do, right?”

“Wh- no. Why would you think that?”

“Just sumn to fuck around with,” she adds sternly, not interested in answering my questions. I’m quiet, chewing on my lower lip.

”No, Paige-”

“Some sorta experiment before you got back to your straight girl life in London?”

“Fuck you.”

I get up from the couch, heavy steps walking towards the door, my heartbeat loud in my ears. It’s making me dizzy, the blood rushing all over my body.

“You’re just leaving ‘cause you know I’m right,” Paige follows me, her voice angry.

I turn to her, tears burning in my eyes, pooling over my dark bottom lashes turning them wet and black. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to find out!” I yell. My voice sounds strange, strained, angry. I never yelled. But something about it felt almost good. It was liberating to not think.

“Find out what?” Paige spews back, blue eyes watching me standing by the front door. The distance between us felt a million miles away. “That I mean nothing to you?”

“That I’m unlovable!”

The truth crashes into us like a wave against rocks on a shore, leaving only silence in its wake, as if we’re both drowning beneath it. My blue eyes lock into her green ones as they suddenly fill with tears. A tender pain pulses in my chest as Izara breaks down in front of me, crouching on the floor as her petite hands cover over her crying face. But she can’t hide the sniffles and quiet sobs escaping her mouth.

Guilt washes over me. What was I thinking? Why did I say any of that? I dig my blunt fingernails into the palms of my hands, trying to distract myself from my heavy conscience. Did she really feel like that? It was hard to believe that Izzie, perfect, mature, funny, kind, generous Izzie could ever feel like that about herself. It made no sense to me.

“Hey,” I mumble. My voice now is soft and comforting, a stark contrast from before. I walk over to the crouching girl, sliding down the wall onto the ground right by her. The anger I felt for the past few days simmered away as quickly as it arrived. “Izzie.”

My fingertips reach for the skin on her arm, brushing against it gently. Finally, Izzie lowers the hands covering her face, lifting her gaze to look at me. Her face is puffy and red, long dark lashes wet.

”Why would you say that?” I ask, my heart breaking at the thought that she really feels this way.

Izzie laughs in a self-deprecating manner, shrugging. ”It’s true.”

I shake my head. ”It’s not.”

”See, that’s the problem,” Iz sighs, running her hands through her dark hair and staring at the floor. ”You put me on a pedestal. You think too highly of me. I’m not that person. I’m not the person you think I am.” Her voice is breaking, words coming in between deep breaths to calm herself down.

”You gotta gimme a lil more credit than that,” I say.

Izzie shakes her head, wiping the snot off her nose. ”I just fooled you like I’ve fooled everyone. But Jasper knew. Yeah he was awful but I deserved it. Because I’m awful too.”

”Whoa, no Iz, don’t say that baby. Never say that.”

”It’s true,” she cries softly, green eyes staring at her own hands. ”I’m controlling and particular and I don’t know how to compromise and I can’t handle change in plans or routine, I need to plan the foods I eat a week in advance for crying out loud!”

”And I love all those things about you,” I’m quick to reply because it’s true. ”Iz you’re not a bad person.”

”I am.”

”No, Jasper just got you fucked up ma, that’s not you at all.”

”He’s the only person who ever knew all of me,” she sniffles, wiping her dark hair off her face.

”Then show me Iz,” I plead, eyes locked on her face. ”I wanna know all of you.”

Izara shakes her head, finally glancing at my eyes. ”No, you’ll hate me.”

”I could never hate you,” I mumble, heart aching so badly I can’t help myself when I wrap my arms around the girl and pull her onto my lap. She lets me, resting her head in the crook of my neck as she sobs into it. I hold her like that, rubbing her hair and back, comforting her on the cool floors of my apartment. My faded grey UConn shirt becomes wet with Izzie’s tears but it’s okay. It’s the least of my worries.

”I mean it Iz, I just wanna know you,” I reassure her, whispering into her hair. ”Could never push me away baby.”

”I’m just scared,” she finally admits, pulling back to look at me. Our gazes meet, and I feel a strange jolt of something stronger than I've ever felt for anyone rushing through my body. It feels strange, but good, whatever it is.

”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Paige. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me like that. I’m just someone’s damaged goods-”

”Don’t say that shit. I want you, Ion care about your past. Wanna make this work with you.”

Izzie swallows, licking her lips before leaning in for a gentle kiss. I feel as if I can finally exhale, tasting her salty tears on her lips.

”Me too,” Iz murmurs against my lips. ”I’m done being scared.”

For a moment far too short we merely kiss, making up for the lost couple days until Izzie pulls back again.

”Wh- what will we do when, you know, the season ends?”

Oh right. The dreaded question that had been haunting me ever since I realised I couldn’t bare life without her.

”We can do long-distance for a bit, money isn’t gonna be a problem so we can just fly back and forth, right?” I suggest carefully.

Izzie’s listening to me wide eyed, hanging onto every word.

”And then, I dunno, Linda really likes you. I’m sure you could get your job back next year. I mean if you want.”

”Yeah, maybe,” she nods. ”She does like me.”

Who wouldn’t?

I smile down at the girl, a grin growing onto my face at my thoughts. ”We could also just run away and get married. Getchu that visa ma.”

Izara laughs (and I think finally), slapping my arm playfully.

”You’re such a lesbian,” she giggles and I nod proudly.

”So are you mama,” I grin. ”With the way you’ve been eating pussy I’ma say just as much as me.”

”Paigeuh!” She gasps, sitting up on my lap. ”Besides, no one loves eating pussy like you do.”

”Mm, that’s right,” I smirk, pulling her into a kiss. Izara giggled against my mouth, the vibrations sending jolts to my heart. ”Lemme eat you.”

”Stoppp,” the pearls of her laughter echo around the apartment as I kiss on her neck, nibbling it playfully.

With a struggle, I get us both up from the floor, carrying the girl to my bed with ease. She pulls me on top of her with a needy whine, kissing me lovingly. I hold her carefully, like she’s made of frail porcelain, my hands brushing against her sides.

Izzie pulls away to breathe, fluttering her green eyes at me. I feel like I could burst. The idea that she genuinely felt unlovable broke my heart. I had to convince her otherwise. Make her see what I saw. My sweet, beautiful, kind and hard headed girl.

”Paige?” Iz whispers, her nails brushing against the back of my neck causing goosebumps to rise.

”Yeah baby?”

”Am I your girlfriend?”

Time stops, much like my heart, a shaky exhale involuntarily spilling out.

”D-do you want to be?” I ask carefully, my voice hoarse.

”I don’t want to force you in-” she stutters

”I want you to be my girlfriend Izara.”

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cybrasigilism · 3 months ago

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She’s Like Morphine (Player 380 x F!Reader)

character: se-mi (player 380)

A/N: this was requested to me through my messages! i was already planning on writing for se-mi so it works out perfectly :) hope you guys enjoy!

thanks to @elixk1tten for the request!

MDNI! 18+ content ahead, reader discretion is advised

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it was supposed to be a typical friday-night gig. the same old routine. se-mi had grown accustomed to seeing a pretty girl out in the crowd every now and then, but this time, this time it was different. she felt totally unprofessional because for the first time in her whole career of being a punk musician, she couldn’t take her eyes off of one person in the crowd in this dingy little dive bar…

and of course that person, was you.

you had caught se-mi’s eye from the moment she clocked you in the crowd after performing the first song. she no longer felt like she was performing just for the sake of it as usual in that moment, but she felt as though she had to impress you, specifically. like she was singing for you. she knew that she just had to get to you after the performance was done.

after the crowd of regulars dispersed from asking for photos and autographs with se-mi, she kept her eyes peeled for you amongst the many bar patrons. to many this would seem futile, as this dive bar was completely packed. but she had practically memorized your face the moment she got a good look at you out in the crowd. she had hoped that maybe you had stuck around, so she could have a chance to put a name to the face that stunned her.

lucky for her, you had indeed chosen to stick around. se-mi wasn’t the only one who was mystified with the person she saw that night, as that was exactly how you felt when she walked up to centre stage. you felt your cheeks grow hot when she looked at you, and you could tell she was looking right at you, it wasn’t a coincidence. you pretended not to notice as se-mi approached you, nervously trying to act as though you were staring into your drink and definitely not thinking the wholly inappropriate thoughts that you definitely were.

“so, did you enjoy the show?” she chuckled, causing you to jump in your seat a bit, you turned around swiftly and realized just how closely she was actually standing next to you. you stared blankly for a moment, trying to compose yourself, before she cocked her head and asked “you alright?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m okay.” you laughed nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you tried your best not to make too much eye contact. “yeah, i really loved the show.” se-mi smiled, and proceeded to ask if she could sit down, to which you quickly accepted. why wouldn’t you?

“what’s your name?” my, she was rather quick to start getting to know you, wasn’t she. you were so used to people trying to hit on you without at least getting your name first that her formality shocked you. “my name?” you echoed, earning another snicker from se-mi. “what, did you forget your own name or something?” she teased, you could feel your cheeks warm up again with embarrassment. “i’m sorry, it’s (Y/N).” you apologized, bowing your head slightly. “don’t do that, you don’t have anything to apologize for.” she said reassuringly. “i guess you’re used to assholes just coming onto you without a proper introduction, huh.”

you were dumbfounded by how well she was reading you, it’s not exactly like you had a poker face by any means but her accuracy was astounding. “how did you guess?” you rolled your eyes jokingly, taking a sip of your drink. se-mi looked you up and down before blatantly saying “well it’s pretty obvious given how gorgeous you are, i’m sure you’ve got fools tripping over themselves for you all the time.” you chuckled a bit, before tucking your hair behind your ear (a classic move i know), and thanking her. “you know, i don’t usually do this… but i was thinking something.” she started, leaning in a bit so you could hear her better. “how about you come backstage? i’d love to get to know you better, y’know, one on one.” she placed her hand on your thigh at saying the last bit, causing your temperature to spike tenfold, you were positive.

“really?” you stammered, trying not to explode at the contact she just closed between you two. “are you…are you even allowed to have me back there? i don’t have a backstage pass..” se-mi giggled and looked out into the crowd. “yeah usually that would be a problem,” she looked back at you, once more giving you the up-down, “but i think i can make an exception for you.”

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of all the things you expected to happen tonight, being underneath a super hot, punk rocker with her knee between your legs was the very last thing you could have thought. it was a surprise you could even focus on thinking about how you got to this point when you had se-mi marking up your neck, biting softly every once and again. your eyes were practically glazed over as she slid her ringed hands up your shirt and beneath your bra, fingers playing with your nipples. you cried out at the cold sensation of her fingers over your breasts but at the same time you’ve never felt so good. she released herself from your neck and smirked down at you.

“you feeling good?” se-mi asked almost smugly as she toyed with the buttons on your shirt, attempting to break through to what she wanted underneath. you shook your head, barely being able to formulate a sentence before she pressed her knee into your crotch. “i’m gonna need words, baby.” something about her voice just drove you insane, as if in a trance you responded almost instantly. “god, yes.” you moaned out, grabbing at her shirt and pulling her in for a kiss. you could feel se-mi chuckle against your lips, before pulling back and taking off her own shirt. you don’t know why but the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath shocked you, but what she was about to do would shock you even further.

se-mi kissed down your torso all the way to the zipper of your jeans, to which she looked up at you as if waiting for an “okay”, which you gave. she then took the zipper in between her teeth and pulled all the way down, looking up at you all the while. you felt your core heat up as she unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off, revealing a black, lacy pair of panties. she looked up at you with a smirk and a raised brow. “you were so hoping something like this would happen, weren’t you?” se-mi snickered. you blushed and turned away, but she only laughed before affixing your leg above her shoulder. “no fault there, i’m not about to judge someone for being prepared.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, too nervous to maintain eye contact as she pulled your panties to the side to reveal just how soaked she had gotten you. “shit, how quickly did you get like this?” she asked, practically forcing you to open your eyes. “i..um..” you were well beyond the point of speaking a full sentence now. “i dunno… just need you.” se-mi could feel how desperate you were for her, hell the evidence was literally right in front of her face, and she decided to get a taste of just exactly how much you needed her.

your back forcibly arched as she licked up your pussy, you could tell she wanted to take her time with you and god, you hoped she did. she drew moans and whimpers from you as she sucked on your clit, moaning while she did so herself. you took a handful of her black hair in your hand when she eventually inserted two fingers into your hole, still sucking and licking and your clit. her motions were slow and deliberate, she wanted you to feel every thrust as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

“ ‘s too- too much.. ‘m gonna.. ‘m gonna…” you managed to utter through your whines, she released herself from your clit, fingers still working your pussy. “you’re gonna what, sweetheart?” she taunted, her motions growing quicker as tears formed in your eyes. “‘m so close, p—lease!” you cry out. feeling your walls clench around her fingers, she could definitely tell. “you’re gonna cum?” se-mi repeated, growing breathy herself. “yeah? then do it. cum for me.” she ordered, going back to sucking and licking your clit. you were practically seeing stars at this point, thoughts and sense be damned, all you could think about was how good se-mi was making you feel, and you did not want her stopping.

your legs began to shake and your grip on her hair had not loosened, you clenched down on her fingers once more before coming off the edge. se-mi’s pace finally slowed down and before you knew it, she had moved from your pussy to your lips, kissing you softly. you could taste yourself on her lips, but you were so far gone you certainly did not care. se-mi took in the state of you and chuckled, before putting her shirt back on and laying you across her lap.

“how about next time, you go down on me?” she suggested, combing her hands through your hair. you nodded, still in a daze. you couldn’t think of anything else but her.

se-mi was like a drug, she was your morphine.

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thanks for reading! and as usual advice and constructive criticism are always appreciated and requested, I’m constantly looking for ways to improve my writing :>

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gtgbabie0 · 21 hours ago

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synopsis: {you get into a mini fight with Shauna and Natalie has to take of the damage}

I’m procrastinating hard rn. my thirteen drafts are killing me so have this, she’s such a cutie patootie <3

Shauna just keeps pushing and pushing and fucking pushing— a snide comment here, an ‘accidental’ shove there an insult thrown at you for no apparent reason. It was pissing you off and no matter how many times you try to be the bigger person, to walk away and busy yourself with your chores or just simply ignore her— she still found a way to get under your skin.

There really was only so much you could take.

It didn’t help that she constantly looked like she was seconds away from going on a murderous rampage, you being at the very top of that list, brows knitted and lips curled— paired with that fake smile she flashes or the sarcasm that drowns her every word that tested your patience, not to mention the heat— the sun's rays becoming hotter and hotter each day, the air drier and thicker with an ever-increasing tension. You truly were hanging on by a thread.

“Just stay away from her today, please.” Natalie had whispered to you this morning, just as the first peaks of sunlight hit the horizon— her fingers working through your hair to put it up and out of your eyes, pressing soft kisses to your sleepy face.

Of course you tried— really you did. The last thing you wanted was to trouble your girlfriend further; she already had enough to deal with it. Yet here you were, daring to step closer to Shauna, mustering up the gentlest, friendliest tone so you could ask her for help even if it nearly damn kills you to do so.

Despite your best efforts, you're shot down by her narrowed eyes. “Can’t you do anything for yourself?” She sneers, teeth bared, and itching for a fight. “Or are you just gonna be Natalie’s lap dog for the rest of your life?”

Shauna doesn’t stop and wait for your response, instead, she pushes past you— shoulder slamming into your own with all that high school soccer force, and well you snap, shoving her back with a scoff and it felt good. Awfully good. The way she spins around to face you, the shock on her face, the flicker of anger in her eyes. You shoot back a murmured— “Bitch” beneath your breath loud enough for her to hear, feeling far too cocky.

Short-lived. Because her elbow is flying into your face, the bone hitting your nose making your eyes go all teary— a burning sensation tingling through your skull. Everything else is a blur of adrenaline as you surge into her like you’re suddenly an MMA fighter, smack bang in the middle of camp.

“Hey— hey, what the fuck?!” Natalie breaks through the small crowd of girls, fingers curling into the collar of your shirt to yank you back whilst Tai pushes Shauna away— everyone’s voices blending together in one big, dull jargon of complaints.

Natalie’s hands are rough against your hot cheeks as she tips your head backwards to take a look at your nose— red, thick blood trickling down past your lips and over your chin, smudged across your jaw. “What happened?” She demands, turning to catch Shauna’s glare.

“You need to get your fucking dog a leash.” There's a mean scowl over her face and an even meaner bite to her tone, rolling her brown eyes as Natalie continues to fuss over you before storming into her teepee— Melissa at her heels.

“Err— everyone just go back to what you were doing.” Natalie huffs awkwardly before turning back to you— face pinching into a frown as she practically drags you back to her own teepee.

“Nat—”

“Don’t. Not right now.”

It’s a losing fight so you shut your mouth, giving her time to cool down, head still tipped back as blood continues to thickly trickle from your nose— some of which has now dried uncomfortably against your skin which she gently begins to wipe away with a wet rag, bowl of water beside her. The silence is nearly deafening, occasionally broken up by your pathetic attempt to sniffle and water sloshing around in the blow.

Your eyes dare to flicker up to meet her own, dark, frustrated slits, full lips curled downwards. A frown that made you practically twitch with nerves, you let out a heavy sigh from your lips— your nose completely clogged up.

The air between you both is cut, sharply by her sudden words— “What did I tell you?” she was pissed if it wasn’t painstakingly obvious before.

The whole “she started it!” argument is trapped behind your clenched teeth because you know for a fact it’ll only serve to dig yourself a deeper hole— even if you were completely right, you’d have to bite your pride on this one so you settle for a meek— “Sorry, but she was pissing me off.” your sheepish smile softens her hard gaze, ever weak to that pretty face of yours.

“You’re such a dumbass.” Despite her words, her tone is a lot gentler, which makes you visibly relax, shoulders dropping.

You fail to bite back a smirk. “Hey, you chose this. Says more about you I think.”

She rolls her eyes, nudging her knuckles against your jaw gently to correct your posture as she continues to clean your blood up— “Yeah, that I apparently have horrible taste in women.”

“Dick.” You give her a nasally chuckle, eyes following hers as she gently presses a clean piece of fabric under your nose, the blood thankfully slowing down— a soft grin breaks out across her lips at the way you lean into her touch. “Is it broken?”

“No, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch for the next few days.” She sighs, letting her thumb brush along your warm cheek as she adds— “And you’re gonna have a killer headache.” That was given, considering the fact it feels like someone has just stuffed cotton into your brain.

The words in the back of your throat melt away as she brushes a kiss to the bridge of your nose— sore and aching— her hands holding your face and it’s enough to make your frustrations melt completely, smiling to yourself. Natalie truly could never stay mad at you, even if you could be the biggest idiot known to mankind at times.

“I can’t lose you out here.” The vulnerability in her voice hits you hard, making your stomach churn— hands resting over the curve of her waist as she presses her forehead to yours. “Not after everything.”

The weight of her words linger, rattling around in your mind and a tiny part of you felt oddly warmed by them— she really did love you. “I’m hard to get rid of,” you reply and it would be a tease if it weren’t for the way your voice quivers. “I’ll be careful, no more fist fights.”

You seal the promise with a kiss to her lips and it seems to be enough for now, the coppery taste of blood making her pull back as your nose begins to bleed once more— “C’mere, you mess.” She smirks, voice a little rough, cleaning you back up again in between tender kisses.

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v1sexual · 4 months ago

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another actor au where reader gets injured on set and ofc the others being worried af ☹️ (vi and caitlyn being the most worried 🫶)

sticks and stones ; caitvi x reader

note : omg my first ask yay! anyways, i just wanted to say how much i love this omg. just imagine, caitvi fussing over you, giving you the princess treatment *explodes* this is lowkey poorly written tho, it's my first time writing with two love interests. i mean i could have made it platonic but where's the fun in that.

content warning : blood, minor injuries, swearing,

“cut! get the medics in here right now!”

you had no idea how this happened. a second ago, you were literally in the middle of acting a scene out with ekko in the firelight hideout. next thing you know, you twisted an ankle and fell 10-15 feet to the ground. thankfully, the leaves and branches from the tree (of the firelight hideout) broke your fall, leaving you with a few scrapes, bruises, and possibly a broken ankle.

when vi saw your body hit the cold hard floor she bolted, shouting for someone to get any medical professionals on the set. it took cait a couple of seconds to register what just happened, when it finally dawned on her she immediately followed vi. if people didn’t take notice that something was going on between the three of you, well… they’d probably notice it now. vi kneeled beside you, her hands cupped your cheek gently as she checked your head for any injury. thankfully, you only had a couple of cuts on your cheek and nothing too serious (you also may or may not have a small bump on your head that can be taken care of with some nice cold compress).

“is she okay?” cait exclaimed, she was out of breath and was ready to dial 911. before vi could answer, the medical team finally arrived. they ushered cait, vi, and your cast mates away as they loaded you on the stretcher and into the make-shift clinic tent on set.

it’s been almost an hour since vi and cait camped out of the tent. the two were practically about to explode, they were just so worried about you. the fact that it’s been an hour and still no news about you and how you’re doing concerns them. when the doctor examining you finally exited the tent (and quite literally almost bumped into them), they wasted no time bombarding the doctor about your condition.

“she’s doing fine ladies,” the doctor smiled. “just a couple of scratches, a bruise here and there, and a sprained ankle.”

vi’s face fell and cait was practically chewing nails.

“how long will it take for her to recover?’ cait asked worriedly.

the doctor gave her shoulder a pat, “it’ll take two to three weeks for the ankle to heal. then another week for her to get used to walking on it again.”

“how should we treat the ankle? does it need cold or hard compress?” vi demanded, poor girl was stressing the fuck out.

“use a cold compress for a week or until the swelling has gone down, then hot compress to help with blood flow. elevating the sprained ankle helps minimize the pain as well.” the doctor added before heading out, leaving the two girls to enter the tent.

watching the scene unfold was ekko and powder. they hung out beside a food truck next to the medical tent, fully overhearing the conversation that just unfold. “i sure hope (name)’s doing alright.” powder murmured, resting her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder. ekko nodded in response, “i sure hope so. i imagine dealing with those too will be much more painful than dealing with the sprain.”

powder let’s out a laugh and shook her head. “ekko! that’s so mean.”

“it’s true though,” ekko shrugged then rested his head on powder’s. “i swear, those three have a weird relationship.’

“we listen, we don’t judge ekko.”

when the doctor left the tent to give you some privacy, you almost burst into tears. the cuts didn’t hurt, the bruises didn’t hurt, and the sprain was bearable. it’s the fact that filming will have to be pushed back a bit due to your sprain. you wouldn’t be able to stand on that foot at all until it heals, the doctor already made a note that you need at least a month and a half to fully recover. the director and producers weren’t pleased, but they did understand and didn’t want to push you since you are one of the most hardworking actors on set.

the tent flap rustled open, pulling you away from your thoughts. caitlyn and vi entered the tent, both had worried looks on their faces. they sat on opposite sides of the stretcher where you laid.

"how are you feeling?" cait asked, taking your hand and holding it. you sighed and shrugged. you didn't want to talk, especially to vi and caitlyn. you just know that the moment you open your mouth the dam will break, you already feel sorry for yourself and crying will make it worse.

"cupcake," vi said as she cupped your face in her hand. she tilted your head to look at her. "you know you can tell us anything right?"

you closed your eyes as you leaned into vi's touch, your hand gripping caitlyn's a little bit tighter. "i just- if i talk about it i'll cry and it'll make feel worse." your voice sounded so small and hurt, it made cait and vi's heart ache.

cait pressed a kiss to your hand, "if you don't want to talk we won't force you, but you need to let it all out eventually. bottling your feelings isn't healthy at all." vi nods in agreement, she squeezed your cheeks before bending down to press a kiss on your forehead. "if you need to cry, cry. you have our shoulders to cry on, cupcake."

you closed your eyes and let the tears fall.

caitlyn and vi stayed true to their words, they comforted you and stayed in the tent until they were kicked out by the producers. when you were finally alone, a smile adorned your lips. your girlfriends were right, letting it all out did make you feel ten times better.

after today's shooting was done, caitlyn and vi took you home. cait went ahead and started cooking dinner while vi carried you to your room, making sure your foot was elevated. for the next month and a half, they barely left your side (unless they were needed for filming). they never let you do anything, you were basically confined to your room. as much as you hated being useless, your protests were ignored by cait and vi. it didn't matter though, at least you're ankle is almost healed and being babied by your girlfriends felt good anyways.

note : well that sucked LMAOOOO sorry anon

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tttabii · 2 days ago

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FRIENDLY RIVALRY

SE-MI X FEMALE READER

note: inspired by friendly rivalry. and lesbians if ure against lgbt get out

YOU AND SE-MI HAD ALWAYS contended with each other. Not in a hateful way, but in a way that pushed each of you to the limit. If you scored well, she had to score better. If she won a game, you had to train harder to win the next one. It was a constant competition, full of glances, quips, and begrudging respect. But today, there was a change in the rivalry.

In a game—whether it was in sport, sparring, or recklessness of some sort—Se-mi got hurt. Not enough to take her out, but enough for you to catch the wince when she thought no one was looking.

Naturally, you were looking.

After the match, you were sure she would tough it out as usual, but she grabbed your wrist and, without explanation, pulled you along with her. You didn't have time to think before you went from next to her to standing in front of a rather ostentatious home.

"Wait��this is your house?" you asked, staring at the sheer size of the place.

Se-mi smiled, and unlocked the door. "What, did you think I lived under a bridge?"

You rolled your eyes and went inside. From the little you could tell, it was sleek, modern, and you could admit that it was kind of intimidating.

Before you even had time to take in the expensive-looking furniture, Se-mi pulled off her shirt like it was the most casual thing in the world. Your brain short-circuited. "Wh—what are you doing?" you asked, quickly looking away.

She scoffed, clearly amused. "Relax. You're the one who insisted I needed to get patched up."

You forced yourself to turn back, eyes reluctantly landing on the wound across her stomach. It wasn't deep, but it needed some cleaning, and you couldn't help but notice how distracting it was to be so close to her well defined, toned abs and warm skin.

Oh God, was this some kind of test?

Se-mi sat comfortable on her couch, lazy legs spread out in front of her as she leaned back, appearing completely unfazed. But, as soon as she noticed you hesitating, she reached forward and grabbed your chin so that you wouldn't have a choice but to look at her.

"Look at me," she said softly, her voice quiet, lower.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the antiseptic-soaked cloth to her wound even though your hands were slightly shaking and you were trying not to concentrate on how warm her skin was under your fingertips.

Se-mi watched you the entire time and smirked a little. "Getting shy now? What happened to the confidence of earlier when we were fighting?"

You huffed. "Shut up."

She chuckled, but didn't say anything else. The air between you was thick with something unspoken, something that had always been there but neither of you had ever acknowledged.

But as your fingers brushed against her skin, you had to wonder—was this still a rivalry? Or was it something else entirely?

Once you finished dressing her injured arm, you thought you could put everything behind you. Return home, act like this never happened. The tension and drama of earlier would slip back into whatever battlefield you usually fought the cold war on.

But Se-mi had something else planned.

"You're staying here tonight," she said, completely nonchalant, as if she wasn't dropping a bomb on you.

You stared back. "What?"

"You heard me." She stretched, rolling her shoulders around as if she was not making your heart race. "You're not going home this late. Besides, I have a spare bed."

A lie. A complete lie. There was no guest room, no extra bed. Just hers.

And now you were stuck with reality: you'd be sleeping next to her. Se-mi allowed you to shower before her, but not before watching you intently as you pulled the tie from your hair, letting it cascade down past your shoulders. Her eyes followed your every move like a predator sizing up its prey. You could feel the weight of her stare even as you closed the bathroom door behind you.

Inwardly, you exhaled a breath that you hadn't been aware that you had been holding. As you rinsed, the fragrance of Se-mi's shampoo wafted all about you in the air, enveloping you in something so purely hers.

The scent was powerful and intoxicating, and you had the unsettling feeling that she had planned it, that she had intended for you to carry both the musky, sweet aroma of her hair products and that she wanted to mark you in a way that you could be associated with her

When you finished showering, you quickly noticed an entirely new dilemma—it suddenly hit you that you hadn't brought any clothing. You hesitated before swinging the door open slightly.

You peeked your head out from the bathroom. "Uh, Se-mi... I don't have any clothes."

She was reclined on the bed in complete leisure position, one arm over her head, and she flipped her eyes up to you the second your head showed. Her eyes leisurely traveled across the damp points of your hair, down your shoulder, and lower, and finally stopping on the towel wrapped tightly around your body.

You thought you saw something pass her expression that was imperceptibly deep; before you knew it, she had stood up and walked toward you. She said nothing, just pulled a oversized shirt from her dresser and a pair of shorts and underwear, giving them to you. But before you could shut the door again, she leaned in slightly, her voice low.

"Careful," she murmured. "You're making it real hard for me to be a good host right now."

Your breath hitched. She smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction, before turning away and flopping back onto the bed as if nothing had happened.

God. How were you supposed to survive this night?

The next morning arrived way too quickly. You found yourself tangled in Se-mi's blankets, the scent of her shampoo wafting through the air, sunlight seeping through the curtains. A loud alarm made you startled awake, and as you slowly blinked your eyes open, you found Se-mi already dressed in her school uniform and looking effortlessly put together.

"Morning sleepyhead," she smirked while she buttoned her blazer cuffs. "Didn't realize you were such a deep sleeper."

You quickly freshened up and put on your uniform; instinctively your fingers reached for a hair tie at the back of your dresser for your ponytail, but Se-mi's hand was already there snatching the hair tie out of your reach. "You look better with your hair down."

She said it so simply, but your heart almost stopped. And then she combed your bangs down with her fingers before walking off, leaving you flustered beyond belief.

What was she doing to your heart?

At school everything seemed to fall back into place. The rivalries, the joking comments, the competitive spirit. But one thing did stand out: your hair tie was still tight around Se-mi's wrist.

She never returned it. While she wouldn't outright say it, you knew. She didn't want you to tie your hair up. She liked it this way.

That afternoon some guys from class invited some girls, including you, to a club for that same night. Clubs were far from your scene, but for one reason or another, the night felt rebellious, free, and you agreed. Since Se-mi was busy at the canteen, she didn't find out you were going.

It wasn't until later that she was invited, and she agreed without thinking much of it.

She didn't expect to see you there.

Certainly wouldn't expect to see you with a guy on either shoulder. Certainly wouldn't expect to see either guy's hands resting too comfortably on your skin. Or the way they laughed and whispered into your ear as you giggled, clearly tipsy from the drinks.

One of them reached out, caressing your cheek with a smirk.

Se-mi saw red.

Before she even knew it, she was already pulling you away from them. The guys didn't really care when she claimed she wanted to drink with you instead. They assumed it was just her usual pushy behavior.

But she had no intention of keeping you in the club.

Next thing you knew, you were back at her place.

In her bathtub.

Both of you were naked, sitting in warm water and foamy bubbles. The fact that you were naked together made the air feel thick and almost dense. Se-mi was sitting behind you, running her hands through your wet hair, carefully rinsing off any alcohol and smoke from the night.

"You shouldn't really let them touch you like that," she murmured quietly into your ear.

Your breath hitched. "Why? Jealous?"

She didn't answer.

Instead, her fingers moved softly down your shoulder. They barely touched your shoulder but told you maybe not enough to not make you shiver as your skin was left covered in goosebumps.

"You smell like alcohol," she finally said, "I gotta fix that."

She pumped some shampoo into her hand and added it to your scalp, rubbing it in with surprising softness. You could smell the shampoo in her hand again, it filled you with something that was undeniably her.

As the conditioner was absorbed into your hair, the bathroom sank into a cozy silence, broken only by the soft dripping of water and the hum of the heater. Your gaze turned upwards to Se-mi, and she looked at you.

What was in her stare—heavy, unreadable, and fully smoldering in a way that made your stomach flip. The dim light cast soft shadows on her face and emphasized the angles of her jaw, the slight parting of her lips as if she hesitated.

You could barely register what had happened before she leaned in; the space between you closed nearly in the blink of an eye. Her lips met yours with an intensity—intense like she was demanding it but intoxicatingly soft.

A sharp inhale escaped your lips as her hand climbed up to your bare arm and gripped you—a gentle possessiveness, as if she was concerned you'd somehow vanish. You didn't pull back. Instead, you melted into her, your hands squeezing around her shoulders as the kiss deepened and grew more hungry and desperate.

The water rippled around you as she pulled you closer, the warmth of her body against yours sending a dizzying heat straight to your core. Her tongue grazed your bottom lip, and you sighed as you opened your lips and pushed into a deeper kiss.

It was intoxicating—her taste, her smell, her fingers all tangled in your wet hair, pulling just enough that you gasped against her mouth. She smirked at that, leaving your mouth and licking along your jaw, trailing soft kisses down your neck teasingly.

"You're mine," she murmured against your skin, voice husky and breathy, causing your body to shiver.

You should have felt embarrassed, being this exposed and vulnerable in her arms, but all you could think about was how nice she felt, how nice it was that your body and hers fit perfectly together.

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fleurvi · 3 months ago

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You fall asleep while they're working | Arcane Women

Request for arcane women realising you've fallen asleep while they're working.

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characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, lest, sevika, vi

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Ambessa Medarda

She just leaves you to it. She's so into her work that she doesn't even register that you're asleep until she's finished with whatever she's doing. She looks over to you, asleep on the sofa and deeply sighs. She laughs to herself as she lifts you up to carry you to bed. She jolts you a little as she picks you up, she's naturally harsh. You wake up a little bit but as soon as you realise you're safe in her arms, you drift back off to sleep.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Caitlyn Kiramman

Oh, she thinks you are the cutest thing in the universe. When she notices you're asleep she takes a second to make sure you're comfortable and not sleeping in an awkward position before going back to her plans. When she's all done, she shakes you awake gently and helps you walk back to bed in your sleepy state.

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Grayson

She rolls her eyes and shakes you awake when she notices you falling asleep. She tells you to go off to bed if you're so tired but when you insist that you want to wait for her, she gives in immediately. She's weak to your antics. She lets you sleep while she works then carries you off to bed when she finally done, whispering to herself about how ridiculous you are.

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Mel Medarda

She finds it so sweet. She doesn't want to wake you when you look so peaceful so she leaves you to it. She gets distracted from her work so easily though because she keeps checking on you. She's so worried about the position you're sleeping in and whether or not it's going to cause any pain when you wake. She wraps up early and wakes you carefully so she can guide your cute sleepy self to bed.

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Lest

She's hyper aware of the fact you're sleeping next to her. She's touched you feel comfortable enough around her to sleep like this. She keeps an ear out for any movement or changes to your breathing. She doesn't really like carrying you so she wakes you up when she's done, pulling you along to bed.

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Sevika

Sevika is completely unbothered by it. She laughs a little at first, you look ridiculous all curled up on a sofa. She pays you no mind as she continues on with her task. She occasionally talks to you, knowing you're not going to talk back. When she's all done with her work, she picks you and carries you off to bed with ease.

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At first, she feels guilty about it. You should be in a comfy bed not dozing off at a table waiting for her. But you just look so cute that she can't help but coo at you. She wraps up her task as quickly as possible with full intentions of carrying you off to bed so she can cuddle with you. She's completely weak for you.

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tinkerbellknockoff · 2 months ago

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Missing You // Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Ellie's sick and missing you while you're out on patrol.

-- a/n: wrote a small drabble cuz I needed to write SOMETHING

Ellie could feel every tick of the clock and every second passing throughout the day. Time went by slowly, days agonizingly long as she sat and waited. And what was the thing she was waiting for?

You.

You were sent out on a week-long patrol of the surrounding area of Jackson, told to go a little further out than normal to see if there were any more settlements that could be raided for supplies and anything else that could possibly be found along the way. Ellie was supposed to go with you but unfortunately for her, she was sick.

“It’s fine! I’ll be fine,” Ellie pleaded with you, her voice laced with annoyance. You were as stubborn as a mule (that’s how Ellie often described you, whether or not you liked it), her pleads going right above your head.

“Ellie, don’t kid yourself.” You give her an uninterested look, “you’re sick. You’d only get worse by going outside.”

“But, babe-” Ellie pouted, following you around the stables as you grabbed the saddles to prepare your horse, “you’re gonna be gone a week. A week! What am I supposed to do without you?”

“I dunno, Ells,” you hum, placing the saddle onto your horse before turning to her, “be happy?”

“How am I supposed to be happy without you?” Ellie pouted. Looking over her expression she was clearly sick, her nose stuffy and red, her eyes droopy with exhaustion. You sighed, displeased, as you moved closer to her. Against your better judgment, you pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. She let out a soft hum as your lips met hers, quickly pressing back against you, following your lips as you pulled away. You let out a little laugh, shaking your head.

“Ells, no more kisses.” You spoke, and your comment was greeted with a groan. You shushed her before her complaints came, your goodbye having to be quick before she dragged you into another hour or so with her.

And that brings us to now. Ellie was bedridden for a bit, Joel came in after getting word from Tommy. Even though Ellie’s tough and stubborn exterior, she eventually succumbed to getting help but God- she wished she was being babied by you.

That was her overall thoughts for the next while. She wanted to be with you. She missed you.

The week eventually passed, and Ellie felt better. She was still slow and all, but definitely less of the congested mess than she was before. Ellie mellowed in her house, her earbuds in as she quietly sketched in her notebook. She didn’t even acknowledge the creaking of the door as you came in, purposefully quiet since you didn’t know if she was asleep or not. Your appearance was disgruntled, your hair in a messy bun chaotic as you gently plopped your bag down by the door. You felt gross.

But, even then, your eyes softened as you were greeted with the back of Ellie’s head as she quietly worked. You crept forward, the floor slightly squeaking underneath you as you came in. Your grin was mischievous as you realized that she was not paying attention at all.

You ended up behind her, gently reaching your hands up to cover her eyes. You felt her tense up for a minute, her breath hitching. You let out a soft giggle,

“Guess who?”

Ellie’s face broke out into a grin as her hand crept up to wrap around one of your wrists, lightly tugging you down, “who else would have the nerve to sneak up at me?”

You let out a soft giggle before being silenced by a harsh kiss, Ellie practically slamming her lips against yours, before parting just barely- lips still touching,

“I missed you. A lot.” Ellie spoke with a soft voice.

“I know you did,” You spoke with entertainment and endearment, Ellie simply responding by locking both of your lips again once more.

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animasola86 · 2 months ago

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LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH3

After Mommy has disciplined you with the cane, you feel the need to properly apologize to her, which was Daddy's idea, who promises you a reward if you do so.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Pet names. Dom/sub undertones. Domestic discipline/caning. Cunnilingus. Tongue fucking. Cuntwarming? Vaginal fingering. Squirting. Subspace. Aftercare. Unprotected piv sex. Creampie. Cockwarming. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 8.1k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: This chapter is a direct continuation of Chapter 1 and a summary of the dynamic you can expect from the rest of the story: a love triangle with F/F and F/M and F/F/M intimacies. I will note what you can expect in each chapter (indicated by the color of the header image and by the different colors in the warning tags), but just remember that our Reader is bisexual/bi-curious, so we'll have a multitude of different sex scenes here. ⚠️Also warning: it starts a little rough, sorry. Speaking of: before you hate on Mommy in this chapter, remember: 1) this is an established (fictional!) BDSM relationship with implied established boundaries and rules, 2) she is a Domme, 3) she is human and can have bad days too, 4) this is fiction, 5) please keep reading, it'll all get resolved! This is a HURT and comfort story after all!

Chapter 2 🔷️ Chapter 3 🔷️ Chapter 4

Several months later

You startle awake to loud voices. It takes you a long moment to realize where you are. In your bed, on your stomach. Mommy's voice in your ear, muffled, and suddenly you remember why your butt hurts so bad.

It's hazy, there were a lot of tears and pleading words, apologies and desperate cries, and it all started with a baking tray and flying cookies, the smell of burnt dough in the air, heat all around you, a stumble, a crash, herbs and soil raining to the ground.

It wouldn't even have been that bad if Mommy hadn't come into the kitchen at the exact moment you had lost your balance and dropped everything, your surprise for Daddy ruined as well as her precious herb garden. You knew Mommy cooked sometimes, but why she'd been so upset upon seeing the broken pot and plant, you had no idea.

But she was furious, screaming at you as you shrunk away. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” you cried, trying to clean up your mess, but all you did was make it worse. You even burned yourself on the hot sheet, destroyed the rest of the plant by stepping on it, and it was Mommy's flat hand on your cheek that brought you out of the headless panic and into a deep-rooted shock.

“Take a breath,” she ordered, staring at you. “And another. Okay? Good, then clean this up. Now.”

And you did, with shaking hands, but you somehow managed to scoop up burnt cookies, dirt and plant remnants, threw it all into the trash, then wiped the floor and washed the baking sheet. And Mommy watched, with her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes darker, her face a stoic angry mask. As soon as you were done, you looked at her, and couldn't help but shed a new batch of tears, and some more, until you were back into your hysterics, sobbing and apologizing.

“Go to your room,” she told you. “Wait for me.”

Through the tears, you nodded and shuffled away, barely making it up the stairs. You felt horrible, and her cold demeanor wasn't helping, it only made it worse. You knew that look of disappointment all too well, had seen it on your own mother many times. You were a failure, you knew it, you'd forgotten it for a while, distracted by Mommy and Daddy's care, but you remembered now.

You were a failure.

And you sat in your room and waited, crying soundlessly, your lips tingling, feeling numb and way too much all at the same time. She came to you ten minutes later, in her hand a thin wooden stick. You blinked, your breath hitching. You knew what it was, had seen it on her wall, had seen videos of it being used on others. And it scared you. A lot. She'd disciplined you before, but only with her hand, not with that thing.

“Mommy?” you whimpered, staring at her.

She only shook her head and pointed to the floor. “Take off your pants and underwear and kneel on the floor, head down, ass in the air. Come on, don't make me wait.” Her voice was harsh, and all you could do was follow her words.

But as you knelt there, waiting for your punishment, the panic came back full force. You were shaking so badly you could barely stay in your position. More of your own pathetic pleading and crying and whining noises filled your ears, your heart beating out of your chest, your throat tight, lungs burning. Mommy ignored you.

When the first blow hit your rear, you screamed and jolted away. “Stay where you are!” she said sternly. “And count with me, come on! One.”

“One...” you croaked out. The cane cut through the air again and met your soft flesh. “Two,” she said, and you repeated it barely able to speak. “You deserve this, don't you? It's for your own good. You need this. Embrace the pain, think about what happened,” she explained between hits, three, four, five, you were shuddering on the floor, sobbing helplessly into your folded arms as the pain crashed through you, every impact making you flinch badly.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. She eased her blows a little as she talked between them, her voice strangely calm despite the relentless flick of her wrist. “You ruined something that was very dear to Mommy. I know it was an accident, but you were clumsy and careless. You could have hurt yourself as well. We can't have that.”

Ten, eleven, twelve. The thirteenth blow was particularly hard again, seemingly cutting into your skin, making you jerk forward with a pained yelp. “And you fell into old habits. We did not spend all that time trying to make you better if it only takes one stupid mistake to bring you back to square one.”

Fourteen, fifteen. You were a gasping mess on the floor, knees shaking so badly you could barely keep your weight on them. Sixteen, seventeen. Your whole body was aflame, your mind spinning, words repeating, every new hit adding to the already existing pain, and it wouldn't stop. You tried your best to breathe through it, like Mommy had taught you, but the thin wooden stick hurt more than you could have imagined. Your lungs ached with every sharp inhale. Eighteen, nineteen.

For the last one, she suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled you to your feet before she pressed you face-first into the wall, holding you by your nape. “Think about what you did and what you can do better. If you can't breathe through your attacks, I will use pain as a distraction again. Maybe it'll help you more than whatever Daddy does to you...” She paused, then said: “Twenty.”

The hit came with a sudden whoosh, and you screamed, jolting forward against the wall, legs shaking, your skin burning, tight and bruised and hurting. “Tw-twenty...” you croaked out, holding your breath, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down your face.

As her words echoed in your head, you had to give it to her: you were indeed distracted. The stinging pain spreading just beneath the inflamed skin of your buttocks was thrumming through you in an unrelenting fashion, scorching pulses that burned through any other concerns or thoughts or doubts, emptying your mind. You couldn't even pick up on the slight poke at Daddy's seemingly useless methods of helping you through your anxiety attacks. Nothing mattered: just the cleansing sharpness of Mommy's cane.

“Good. You took it like a big girl,” she said behind you, her hand easing down your back, hovering above your warm skin. “Better than I expected. Doesn't look too bad either. Now take a cold shower, it'll feel better.”

With that she exited your room, leaving you trembling. At least you'd stopped sobbing now. For a long moment, all you could do was lean against the wall, trying to calm your erratic heart. Your throat was dry, cold sweat made you shiver. Your focus was still on the burning welts on your skin, horribly pulsing streaks all across your butt cheeks. You remember them vividly as you'd eventually inspected them in the mirror.

The cold shower was another torture, but afterwards you did indeed feel better, clean, cleared of your doubts, knowing that Mommy was right. You needed and deserved every single hit for making such a mess, for breaking down about it. As cruel and cold as she had been, you saw reason in her actions. She had to know what she was doing, of course she did, she was your Mommy, she only wanted the best for you.

In her own way...

Looking back though, you have to agree with Daddy. It has been too much. 'That sounds a bit excessive for a simple act of clumsiness,' he'd said. It has been, but of course you hadn't told him everything. Not as detailed as you'd liked. The anxiety attack, the uncontrollable sobbing, the hysterics. The inevitable tumble into the dark abyss, unable to come back out on your own. Mommy's cleansing slap and those cane hits... they had helped, brought you back, but...

But it still has been too much. And it has been different too. Usually when she disciplines you (she always tries to avoid saying punishment because you're not being punished for being anxious but disciplined for falling back into old patterns and allowing the anxiety to control you again), when she uses pain as a distraction, she cuddles you after, tells you what a good girl you've been, makes sure you're okay, but that time... she has just left. Something has definitely fueled Mommy's anger.

Shifting under the covers, trying not to put pressure on your butt (though whatever Daddy has put on your skin did help a little), you listen a bit closer to the voices from across the hall (you shouldn't, but it's hard to ignore them too). They're loud, as is usually the case when Mommy fights with Daddy. She is the fiery one, while he is the calmer counterpart, though he can be angry too, and loud. This morning, they are both equally agitated.

“She was being hysterical!” Mommy screeches.

“And you think twenty fucking cane hits will help with that? That's not how we should deal with her anxiety!” Daddy says, more or less calmly, but you can hear the emotion in his voice through the walls.

“She was calmer after...”

“Of course she was! Because she was in pain!” He is getting louder.

And she is getting quieter, which only means she's getting more emotional. “She can handle it...”

“You overdid it. It was too much. Don't let your frustrations out on her...”

“I did not let my – Ugh! I can't do this right now...”

There's a pause, then a door opens and shuts with a bang. It opens again. Now the voices are directly in the hallway in front of your door. Daddy's voice is quieter.

“What's the real matter here, babe?”

“Nothing...” Mommy sounds defeated.

“You don't just snap like that. Tell me.”

“I just had a bad day, it happens...” You hear footsteps pacing the wooden floorboards.

“Not like that. What happened?”

“Nothing, it's fine. I'll apologize to her, okay?”

“Good. But I'm not done with you...” His tone changes, even quieter, softer, a little challenge behind the words. A smirk.

Mommy gives a soft laugh, a bit flat but there's the same smirk in her voice. “Later, papito...”

When one pair of footsteps leaves along the hallway, your door is being opened quietly. You press into the covers, pretending to sleep. Your mattress dips, a hand comes to rest on your hip.

“Rise and shine, pumpkin,” Daddy whispers, leaning over you to brush his lips against your temple, the only part of you peeking out from under the blanket.

You turn slightly, blinking your eyes open, giving him a tired smile. “Morning, Daddy,” you mumble. He smiles back and gives you another peck, slowly working his way down your face until he meets your lips. He's braced over you, hovering inches away, and you sigh softly into his kiss.

After he comforted you last night (by letting you come on his thigh), he'd washed you and himself with a warm wet cloth, then tucked you into bed and left, promising to talk to Mommy. He didn't seem to have gotten behind her unusual burst of anger, but you trusted him to dig deeper. All in good time.

“How do you feel?” he asks quietly, carefully rolling onto his side, cradling you in his arms.

“Better,” you whisper. Your butt still hurts, is tense and tight and throbbing, but it'll be okay. You're sure.

“Wanna make breakfast with me? I'll supervise, you work?” he mutters, nuzzling your neck. You nod with a soft giggle. “I think Mommy would like a nice smoothie. Should be easy enough, right?”

He helps you out of bed, picks a soft yellow sundress for you to wear (decides on a white lace thong that sits comfortably between your bruised ass cheeks), then brushes your hair and puts it into a long braid that falls down your back. He tells you to brush your teeth, and you do, and when you're done, he takes your hand and leads you down to the kitchen.

There he raids the fridge for fresh fruit and vegetables and gives them to you to chop up before he helps you pour it all into the blender with some oat milk. It's fun to do this with Daddy, standing next to him as he lets you hit the button, as you watch how everything turns into a rather unappealing green slush. After filling the thick drink into a tall glass, he puts a metal straw into it and holds it, then nods for you to follow him back up the stairs to Mommy's room.

Your heart beats faster when you approach the door. He stops and hands you the drink. “You can do this, pumpkin,” he tells you and leans down to kiss your cheek. “It'll be fine. Anyone can have a bad day, so we shouldn't hold a grudge, right?” You nod, looking up at him with a timid smile.

Then he raises his hand and knocks on the door. You flinch at the noise, inhaling sharply. “Come in,” you hear Mommy's voice through the wood.

Daddy gives you a gentle nudge, whispering “See you later, kiddo.”, and then you open the door and slip into her room. She's sitting at the large vanity, watching the door through the mirror, a brush in her hand, her long black hair cascading down her back.

“Good morning, Mommy,” you whisper a little intimidated. “I... I brought you breakfast...”

She turns around on her chair, watching you, before she gives you a soft smile. “Oh honey, that's so sweet of you, come here,” she says and holds out her hand.

You walk towards her, placing your hand onto her palm. She pulls you against her, taking the smoothie from your other hand and putting it down on the vanity. “Listen, sweetheart, Mommy is –”

“I'm sorry, Mommy,” you say at the same time, biting your lip. She smiles at you, her eyes crinkling softly.

“I know you are, baby girl,” she says. “But I am too. I shouldn't have disciplined you like that, it was too much. Mommy just had a bad day. I'm sorry for taking it out on you,” she adds quietly, wrapping her arms around you as she buries her face in your neck, inhaling deeply.

You hug her back, still a little stiff, perched between her legs. “I didn't mean to disappoint you,” you murmur into her.

She shushes you. “It's alright. Water under the bridge, okay?”

A hum escapes you, and for a moment you just stand there, holding her as she holds you, her warmth seeping into your stiff limbs. Eventually you take a deep breath, her sweet perfume filling your nostrils, before you tilt your head a bit to look at her.

“Mommy, I... I want to make you feel good, uh, better,” you say in a breathy whisper. “If you have time for it...”

She chuckles softly. “I always have time for you, sweet girl. Might be best to take the day off anyway.” She pauses, then sighs. “Well, I can stay home, but I have to work through my emails. But that shouldn't be an obstacle, right, kitten?” she whispers, then slowly leans you back fully and smirks at you.

You feel your cheeks burning up, already sensing a little throb in your core at the prospect of making her feel good. Her hands grab your waist and push you away gently, allowing her to stand up. You realize she's wearing a black silk robe (and only that), open in the front, giving you a good glance at her perfect breasts and her smooth mound. You force yourself to look up into her face.

“Come with me to my office,” she tells you and grabs your hand, taking the smoothie with the other, and then guides you into the adjacent room.

You've been here a few times before, usually perched under her desk, so the rest of the interior doesn't really matter to you. It's a bright room though, large windows, floor to ceiling, letting in the already warm rays of the morning sun. There are bookshelves lining one wall, and a wild array of other stuff in front of another. You always wondered what it is that Mommy does, aside from being a successful business woman and establishment owner.

She definitely has a lot of hobbies. There are mannequins, a sewing machine, an easel and a bunch of canvases stacked behind it. A low table with painting supplies. A camera in another high shelf next to large books probably filled with photographs. And then there's the corner you don't like to look at often, where the cane hangs from a hook, next to a flogger, a whip, a paddle and other tools like gags and harnesses and belts. Sleek black leather accentuated with wooden elements.

Mommy sure is a woman of many talents. But none of that matters to you now as she motions you to crawl under her desk, a large space made of a long wooden tabletop sitting on two drawer shelves, it's open enough to allow whoever enters the room to have a good view beneath. It's where you spent your time before, whenever she works from home and asks you to keep her company.

It's been a strange request at first, but seeing her relax due to your presence and ministrations is always something you're looking forward to. As you crawl under the table top, she puts the smoothie down next to her laptop and sits down in her chair. Despite her chaotic corner of numerous activities, her desk is surprisingly bare. No clutter, just a lamp, some pencils and a notepad, her laptop and phone on it.

You settle right in front of her, and she doesn't waste a second before she spreads her legs, her robe falling open even more as she gently guides you between them. Her warmth and scent radiates off her when you get closer to her center. She shifts on her chair, getting comfortable but allowing you to reach her just fine. Her hand remains on your head as she tilts it so you can rest your cheek on her thigh.

Looking up at her, you see her smiling, her eyes warm and already darker than usual. “You really wanna make me feel good, baby?” she whispers, watching you closely. You nod eagerly as you shift on your knees, the heels of your sock-clad feet poking into your rear. The pain and tightness of the welts is still there, but you can ignore them for now as you focus on the woman in front of you.

She leans back, opening her legs further, her hands resting casually on the armrests of her leather chair. Her eyes stay on you as you approach her core, your hands reaching up to caress her inner thighs. You hold her gaze, your face already flushed from what lies ahead. Swallowing the excess saliva gathering on your tongue (your oral fixation flaring up), you lean in and up and press your lips to her flat stomach, slowly working your way lower.

She's calm, watching you closely, and eventually you break eye contact and close your eyes, focusing on kissing along her pelvis and down her smooth mound, going by feel and warmth alone. Your hands move around her waist as you settle between her legs, holding onto her as you bury your face in her sex. There's a slight shiver when your tongue teases along her slit, your lips brushing against hers, so soft and warm.

You pepper her labia with kisses, tilting your head slightly before you ease your tongue between them, dipping into her slick. Breathing into her, her scent filling your nostrils, you feel more little twitches, her thighs pressing slightly against your sides. You retrieve your arms and rub your palms against them, noticing the hint of goosebumps on her skin as you continue licking up and around her lower lips.

When you press your tongue against her hooded clit, she gives a soft little moan, enough encouragement to keep going, to dig deeper, to kiss and lick and nibble on her soft flesh until you feel her clit throbbing against your lips. You keep your focus on the sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking your tongue against it, closing your mouth around it, sucking it hard, and she grows more vocal, her hips jerking against your face.

She taught you early on how to properly satisfy a woman, not always on herself, teaching you about your own body as well. As awkward and embarrassing as it had been in the beginning, you are grateful to know what you know now, and you find pride in being able to get her off this easily. It only takes a few concentrated licks and nibbles, a bit of teeth grazing and a pointed tongue prod, and she is shaking in her seat, thrashing her head back as she claws at the armrests, loud moans echoing through the room.

Her first orgasm comes in waves, twitches of her thighs, her cunt pulsing against your chin as you keep sucking on her clit. You look up then, watching her come undone in front of you, under your ministrations. It sends deep shudders down your own body, settling low in your stomach, a throb to your own clit as you stimulate Mommy's.

You keep going, because she'd usually tell you when to stop, and it takes more than one orgasm for her to be fully satisfied. With your hands rubbing over her trembling legs, your mouth suctioned to her throbbing clit, you watch her, waiting for any indication, any hint of what she wants now. She's breathing harder when she meets your gaze, red spots on her cheeks, her bare chest rising and falling faster.

One of her hands moves down to your head, caressing your hair, playing with the braid. She doesn't say anything, just gives the tiniest of nudges, and you follow the hint and move from her clit down to her slit. She's a lot wetter now, and you lap up every drop you come across, savoring the sweet taste as you move your tongue between her labia, teasing at her entrance, the little flutter to her cunt not going by unnoticed.

You take long strokes from her hole to her sensitive bud, filling your mouth with her taste and essence, feeling her clit thrum and her cunt clench. Tilting your head down, closing your eyes, you press firmer against her, her labia enveloping your cheeks as you push the tip of your tongue against her entrance. She mewls softly, the hand in your hair tightening, as you start pushing your tongue in and out in quick succession, moving the muscle up and down, creating obscene squelching and slurping sounds that ring loudly in your ears, a motion she's taught you, shown you, done to you so many times.

You feel the drop of your own arousal in your underwear, your body tensing as you focus on the reactions of hers. With your tongue buried in her pulsing pussy, you use your nose to push against her clit in a steady rhythm, your whole face warm and wet by now as she clenches around you. Your hands curl around her legs, trying to hold them open, but she's twitching so hard you feel the tremors against the sides of your head as she tries to close her thighs around it.

It doesn't matter, you're in too deep, literally, only focused on her pleasure, her pleasure giving you pleasure, she could smother you right that instant and you wouldn't mind. Your head is blissfully empty, all you feel and taste and see and hear is her. She's getting louder, shifting on her chair, grinding her pelvis against your face as she fucks herself on your tongue, harder, faster, a desperate little dance you volunteered for.

And when she comes, she throws herself back into the chair, gasping breathlessly, her whole body spasming against you, thighs tight against your ears, taking another sense from you as you almost drown in her juices. Her cunt clenches hard around your working muscle, and you slowly pull your tongue out when she relaxes, lapping up what she gave you. You savor the little twitches, the uncontrollable jerks of her hips, the deep exhales from above you.

As you're still licking at her slit, she moves her hands to brush stray hairs out of her damp forehead. You look up at her, lips closed around her clit, when she smiles at you. “Well done, sweet girl, thank you,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and raspy, the low cadence sending shivers down your spine. “That's enough for now.”

You lean back almost reluctantly, licking your wet lips, blinking your clumped eyelashes apart. You feel her hand wiping at your face, her thumb pressing into your mouth. You give it a tentative suck, your eyes on her. She looks calm again, relaxed, serene.

“Mommy's gotta work now,” she tells you, pushing her thumb harder onto your tongue. “Do you wanna stay with me while I do?”

You don't even hesitate when you nod, your hands finding her wrist as you suck on her thumb, the motion pulling you deeper into the safe space you enjoy so much.

“Do you want a toy to play with?” she asks, your mind momentarily wandering to the lowest drawer of her desk, filled with vibrators and dildos and smaller items to entertain you (and her). It's a tempting thought, but you shake your head, hollowing your cheeks as you give her digit another deep suckle.

She chuckles softly. “But I do need my hand, sweet pea,” she says with a raised eyebrow and a wink.

You blink at her, your mind too empty to comprehend her words. She caresses your face, then slowly withdraws her thumb. You're at least alert enough to lick up the excess drool dripping from your now unoccupied lips. Swallowing hard, you look at her, but she already knows the empty gaze you shoot her and guides your head back between her legs.

“Keep me warm and wet, hmm, baby girl? Can you do that?” she says softly, and you nod, already pressing your lips against her throbbing clit. “But don't make me come. I gotta concentrate.”

“Okay, Mommy,” you mumble against her, leaning your cheek against her thigh as you inhale deeply, taking in her scent. She closes her legs a little around you, caging you in, holding you tightly, and you melt into her, eyes fluttering closed.

“Good girl,” she says, patting your head before she shifts on her chair one last time. Her praise almost drowns out the quiet noises of her fingers flying over the keyboard as she starts working.

You relax into her, sitting on your knees, the hurt on your butt forgotten, the drying wetness on your face ignored, the tingle between your own legs unimportant. Occasionally you give her labia a few kisses or a gentle suck, licking up along her seam, but as your mind grows silent, you slip more and more into what Mommy and Daddy call subspace, a state of mind where there are no worries, where you're not anxious, where nothing matters but the warmth of the person next to you.

It's a peaceful place where you lose all sense of time. Snuggling into Mommy's cunt or suckling on Daddy's cock, no matter where or how or when, it's your personal reward for making them feel good, for allowing yourself to let go, an escape you wished you'd known about sooner. But now you do, and it's enough. A beautiful, blissful void, and you're floating, weightless, soft breaths and a steady heartbeat, sunken into yourself.

How you come out of it is usually a blur. A gentle caress to your cheek, a little nudge, some sort of physical touch that grounds you back to the place you've initially drifted off in. A deep exhale against warm skin, your cheek pressed between wet flesh, your own thumb wet and numb between your tight lips. Your eyelids flutter when you feel another caress, nimble fingers digging into your hair, soft presses to your scalp, a soothing little hum you slowly recognize as Mommy's voice.

“Wake up, mi amor,” she whispers from above you, her accent an extra vibration through your skull.

You inhale deeply, smacking your lips, or trying to, slowly lowering your hand as you blink your eyes open. Mommy's cunt is right there, soft and sleek, and it's an instinct to raise your hand again and caress her puffy labia.

“No need, sweet cheeks,” she tells you, but you keep pushing your fingers up and down her mound, head resting against her thigh, watching the lazy movements of your digits.

Mommy sighs loudly, but doesn't do anything to stop you after all. So you continue, dip your fingertips into her slick, teasing at her clit, as she relaxes into her chair, her hand stroking the side of your head. You rub and caress, prod and poke, eventually pushing a finger into her entrance, feeling the tight clench of her walls. Her soft mewls sound in your ears, when a sudden knock disrupts the peace, making you blink and realize you're knuckles-deep in Mommy's cunt.

Mommy just issues a noise akin to a sigh or groan, and the door to her office opens. You remain focused on her, plunging your digit in and out, curling it slightly, rubbing the pad of your finger along her squishy flesh until you feel her twitching against you.

“Is she still at it?” Daddy's voice sounds from somewhere behind you.

“She just came back,” Mommy whispers, her voice just a deep breath. “You know how she gets after, the insatiable little thing...”

You don't really register what they're saying, doesn't matter, all you see and feel and smell is Mommy. You add another finger and continue your motions, pushing in slightly faster, slightly deeper, pressing harder against her sensitive spots. She shifts in her seat, her hips bucking against your hand, her breaths more labored.

Footsteps round the desk, and as you blink against your haze, you notice Daddy's head next to Mommy's. He winks at you before he presses his lips to her cheek. She turns her head and uses her free hand to grab his nape, keeping him bent over to capture his mouth for a deeper kiss. “So you like me again, hm?” Daddy hums against her, and instead of answering him, she just kisses him harder.

You watch them as you finger Mommy, her wetness rivaling your own as they continue to make out. You squirm on your knees, chewing on your swollen lip, your fingers moving in and out of Mommy's clenching hole, and fueled by their soft groans and moans, you dive in again and close your lips around that throbbing bundle of nerves in front of you.

Mommy gasps, jerking against your face, and you keep watching her from under your lashes. Daddy holds her face while propped onto one arm, resting on the table above you. The way their lips and tongues meet is a sensual dance you enjoy watching more and more (which wasn't always the case). Now it only arouses you more, seeing them so intimate.

With your mouth tight around Mommy's clit and your fingers deep in her spasming cunt, you shift on your knees until you can press the heel of your foot against your own throbbing core, the sudden sensation making you moan softly. You keep a steady rhythm, dipping your fingers in and out, sucking on her clit, rubbing yourself against your foot, feeling how your arousal drenches the fabric of your panties, creating a delicious friction that makes your empty head spin.

You come at the same time as Mommy, though while your orgasm rolls through you like a gentle wave, hers is a ravaging waterfall, cascading down with power, and as you keep pumping your fingers into her, her cunt convulses, spraying you with jerky jets of her essence as she moans loudly above you, barely contained by Daddy's mouth, and even though you were quite irritated the first time she's squirted right into your face, you barely flinch now, lowering your mouth to lick up everything you can catch.

She shudders on the chair, slowly relaxing, and it's Daddy who appears next to you as he pulls you away from her quivering core. Her chair rolls away, and he kneels beside you, wiping a cloth over your drenched face.

“Well done, pumpkin,” he says softly, smiling at you. You blink your eyes into focus, your lips trembling without Mommy's warmth against them. “I think Mommy feels a lot better now, don't you, babe?”

A soft groan sounds from behind him in response. “Oh yeah...” she sighs.

“You earned yourself a reward, baby girl,” Daddy whispers, as he helps you crawl out from under the desk.

When you stand, he has to hold you, because your legs feel numb and tingling, fallen asleep from sitting on them for so long. The aftershocks of your own orgasm definitely add to the little unsteadiness as well. His hands cup your warm face as he looks down at you. You still feel like floating, head too empty to fully focus on him or the change of position.

A slurping sound echoes in your ears, and when you look past him, you see Mommy closing her lips around the straw in her smoothie. She winks at you when you meet her hooded gaze. Slowly you come back to yourself, a soothing warmth flooding your limbs and core. Daddy pulls you to the side, and you notice him sitting down on the edge of the wide desk, his hands on your waist as he nudges you between his legs.

“You with me, pumpkin?” he says softly, tilting his head.

You look up at him, your hands resting on his strong thighs. “Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, giving him a timid smile.

“My good girl.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek, before you tilt your chin up a bit more to meet his lips. As he moves his tongue against yours, slowly, sensually, you feel a presence behind you. Mommy's hands rub up and down your back, smoothing out your dress, before they disappear under the hem, and you gasp against Daddy's mouth when you feel her fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties.

She pulls them down slowly, crouching behind you, and you lift your feet automatically to step out of them. “Hmm, you enjoyed yourself already, didn't you, sweet girl?” she muses, leaning against you after she's straightened up again, her firm breasts pressing against your back.

Without breaking your kiss with Daddy, you move your eyes to see her dangling your drenched underwear on her finger. Heat crashes into your cheeks, slowly seeping down your body, and the arousal that's been draining into the bit of fabric of your thong, now drips out of you unrestrained. A garbled mewl escapes you as you rub your thighs together and squirm on the spot.

“Oh don't worry, darling, Daddy's gonna take care of the little itch, hmm, won't you, papito?”

Her voice is silky smooth in your ear, letting your eyelids flutter as your tongue wrestles softly with Daddy's. He watches you out of hooded eyes, his grip on you firm and strong, unrelenting. With Mommy still pressed against your back, sandwiched between them as you are, you feel her hands rubbing down your arms before she guides your hands between Daddy's legs, right to the not-so-subtle bulge in his pants.

He finally breaks the kiss, moves his lips along your cheek to your ear, his beard scratching along your soft skin, causing you to take a shuddering breath as you fill your lungs with air again. “Are you ready for me, pumpkin?” he breathes against the shell of your ear, his lips warm and wet, his breath even warmer. You shiver, and before you can answer, Mommy's hand slips around your front and down between your tight thighs, dipping right into your slick.

“Oh she's ready alright...”

“I've been asking her,” he says sternly, still nuzzling your neck, but clearly addressing Mommy, who sighs loudly and pulls her hand back.

You turn your head to look at him, biting your swollen lip, before you nod.

“Say it,” he whispers, meeting your eyes.

“I'm ready for you, Daddy,” you reply quietly. He raises an eyebrow.

You blush deeply, knowing what he wants to hear. Swallowing hard, you look down to where your hand is resting on his groin. “I'm... ready for your...” Another deep inhale, that flicker of shame rolling through your mind before you push it away again. “Your cock,” you whisper.

You look up at him, but he still watches you with a certain expectation, his eyes dark, his jaw set.

“I'm ready for your cock, Daddy,” you say again, still quiet, but it's finally enough for him. A smile breaks on his handsome face, and he leans in to kiss your cheek.

“Good girl,” he says softly. “Do you think I'm ready for you too?”

You give his bulge a little squeeze, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric. “Yes, I think so,” you whisper.

“Let's find out, hm?”

He gives you a wink, and you start unbuckling his belt, then fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. Mommy is there, leaning in from behind you, helping with the task. Daddy stands for a moment and lets his two women pull his pants and underwear down his long legs before he sits down on the edge of the desk again. Mommy leaves you as she gathers his clothes on the back of her chair.

You look up at his face instead of at his angrily bobbing cock, mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes. His hands tighten around your waist, and in the next moment he lifts you effortlessly, and you end up straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips, legs spread (almost) impossibly wide over his thighs, your crotch pressed tightly against his. Your hands find his shoulders as you adjust on his lap.

“Dress off?” you hear Mommy's voice from behind you.

“Hmm, what do you think, baby girl? Do you want Daddy to see how you bounce on his cock? How your little cunt swallows every inch of him?”

You inhale sharply, deep shivers crashing through you as he talks like this. “Yes,” you breathe out, and as soon as you do, Mommy's hands are there to pull the sundress over your head. Without it, you are left completely naked because he's (deliberately) forgotten to put a bra on you this morning. A tingle goes through you.

You shift on his lap, fingers curling around his broad shoulders again. He watches you, his hands rubbing along your sides before he puts them large and warm and heavy on your waist, his long fingers almost teasing your spine while his thumbs rub over your fluttering stomach. Behind you, another set of hands eases along your thighs back to your rear, and when Mommy touches the welts on your ass cheeks, you feel her lips brushing against your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, mi amor,” she coos. “I thought it wouldn't look so bad. Does it still hurt?”

You meet Daddy's gaze before you turn your head and try to look at her out of the corner of your eye. “It's okay, Mommy, it's already feeling better.”

“My brave little girl,” she whispers, planting more kisses along your back while her hands fully cup your ass now, the pressure sending jolts of pain through you but you force them down, try to ignore them as you bite your lip and take a shuddering breath.

“Look at me, pumpkin,” Daddy orders, and you do, stiffening on his lap. “This is for you,” he starts, his hands holding onto your waist as Mommy lifts your hips until you hover just above Daddy's cock. “You take what you need from me, okay? You decide the pace. Me and Mommy will do anything to take care of you.”

You smile softly at him, bracing on your knees, your thighs trembling slightly, your hands digging into his shoulders. “Thank you, Daddy,” you whisper.

“Thank you, sweetheart, for being such a good little girl for us,” he replies, tilting his head as you squirm slightly on top of him, the tip of his cock brushing between your labia as you do so.

Before you can fully focus on indulging him (or letting him indulge you?), a last speck of doubt crashes into your mind. You blink at him, lips trembling, opening your mouth to protest, knowing you haven't been a good girl at all yesterday and have the marks to prove it, but he shakes his head, his dark eyes so intense any words dissipate right off your tongue. You close your mouth and swallow, nodding slightly.

And then you concentrate on him, looking down as one of your hands moves to close around his shaft as you guide him towards your entrance. It's taken you many months to get accustomed to his length and girth, a lot of training, a lot of tears, but by now you know that your body can handle him. Inhaling deeply, relaxing while also bracing yourself, you shift your hips (with Mommy's assistance) and lower yourself slowly, his tip pressing in, and with a sharp gasp you feel him slipping deeper.

They both guide you as you take it slow, steady up and down movements to ease him into you, small rolls of your hips, Mommy holding you from behind, Daddy's hands tight around your waist. He watches you, you can feel it as you focus on where his cock vanishes inside you. The strain and pressure is still a bit painful, especially since you let gravity do most of the work, but once he's settled deep in your core, filling you out completely, his tip pushing right against your cervix, you exhale a shaky breath and look up, seeing him smiling at you.

Mommy wraps her arms around your stomach, her warm cheek between your shoulder blades, allowing Daddy to cup your face and pull you closer. “Look at you,” he coos softly, leaning in to brush his nose against yours. “How wonderful you fit around Daddy's cock. You were made for this, pumpkin. Made for me. My perfect little girl.”

You close your eyes, breathing against the tightness building low in your belly, your hands moving back up to his shoulders before you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of it. You focus on the way he smells, how his large hands cradle your head against him, how Mommy clings to you, their warmth all-consuming. And the way his cock sits inside you, warm and hard and pulsing, how another kind of heat throbs through your straining ass cheeks.

And you realize it is all meant to be. You are meant to have relapses, you are meant to be anxious sometimes, you are meant to disappoint them, it's only human to do so. What matters in the end is that they still love you, still care about you, still treat you like their little girl. They'll continue to discipline you, push you further and further out of your comfort zone, and it will only make you stronger.

As you start moving on top of Daddy, leaning back, facing him, using his shoulders as leverage to bounce slowly up and down, you can't believe how lucky you are to have found these people (or for them to have found you). All they ever did was take care of you, in a way nobody has ever cared for you before.

Warmth spreads inside you with every slam against his hips, your walls pulsing around him, your breaths hitching, your heart beating faster. Mommy guides you, Daddy holds you, their soft words of praise and encouragement like lullabies in your ears, your own mewls and moans leaving your trembling lips in rapid little puffs of air.

Your thighs are shivering under the strain, but it's easier with Mommy's hands under your rear, pushing you up gently, while Daddy moves you down again, every bounce going deep, filling and all-consuming, and soon you find yourself floating, the friction, the steady pain/pleasure mixture, the warmth and strength of their grips, it all adds to the flickering lights, and when they suddenly all explode into a million smaller lights, you throw your head back, letting out a drawn-out moan, a deep shiver, stiffening for a second before your body starts shaking badly as your orgasm crashes through you.

You slump against Daddy's chest, arms around his neck, your hips jerking against him, and now it's up to him to keep going. His arms are tight around your back as he shifts on the edge of the desk, Mommy's hands move around your front, rubbing down your fluttering belly before you feel her fingertips drawing tight circles around your clit. You come again, with another croaked moan, spasming against Daddy as he starts thrusting up in a steady rhythm that accelerates quickly.

Sandwiched as you are, you can only take it, and you do, it's what you do after all, you are theirs to play with, and it gives you strength and pride, a safety you need to keep your mind empty and your thoughts clear of doubts. Whimpering softly as Daddy hammers his cock into your convulsing cunt while Mommy practically bullies your clit, you slip from pleasure into bliss and back, always floating, wave after wave of soothing sensations rolling through your trembling body.

Low grunts fill your ears, Daddy's deep voice vibrating through you as he suddenly stills, holding you tighter, throbbing deep inside you before he empties his balls into your quivering depths. You gasp into his neck, feeling every twitch of his cock, knowing he's painting your walls with thick ropes of his cum. You relax into him as he relaxes beneath you, his warm breaths playing with stray strands of your hair.

You rub his back as Mommy rubs yours. For a long moment you just sit on his cock until it stops throbbing and softens slightly, the only sounds your rapid pulse in your ears and your combined breaths, before it's Mommy, who brings you back to reality. “Thanks for the show, you two,” she says as she walks around you. “I think I need a cold shower now.” You feel her hand rubbing along your ass cheek before she gives it a soft slap.

You jerk against Daddy, who groans, unfolding his arms from around you to lean them onto the table beside him. He inhales deeply, and slowly you lean back too, looking at him, knowing you probably look as disheveled as you feel. He smirks at you, moving one hand to brush a few hairs out of your sweat-slick forehead.

It hasn't always been this easy to let go and look the part and not be ashamed about it, but you learned to ignore it and enjoy the moment instead, the aftermath, the soft caresses and soothing words and gentle smiles enough to distract you. You lean in and press a kiss to his bearded cheek, savoring the scratch against your lips and the little hum he issues at the touch. He cups your face, thumb under your chin, and guides your head to meet his mouth for a proper kiss.

“Are you okay, pumpkin?” he whispers against your lips, his hooded eyes boring into yours.

You nod, leaning into him, shifting on his lap. “Yes, Daddy, never better,” you breathe, moving in again, and he lets you, a smirk playing around his lips.

You haven't always been as confident with him (or Mommy) as you are now. It's been a long, winding road, over potholes and embarrassment, around bends and back in a loop towards old patterns, up steep hills and down rough slopes, through shame and discipline, hurt and comfort. A journey that started in darkness, before these two people showed you just how bright life could be.

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End notes: For now, this marks the end of the present-timeline, which was just a peek at what's possible within the confines of this story. Starting with the next chapter, we will continue the backstory arc, and Reader's journey into the world of BDSM and specifically Dd/Md/lg dynamics.

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nsfw content, eighteen+

content warning. fingering, squirting, munch o'clock, athlete!reader, two bitches that are obsessed with each other, cocky!vi, public sex, jealousy if you squint.

being nemeses with hockeyplayer!vi who couldn’t breathe right when she’s in your vicinity without steam puffing out through your ears. everything about her from the way she walks or when she cockily smiles when the precious puck vi believes she’s invented soars through the net. being captain of the undefeated team is all that anyone would talk about on campus — if it weren’t for you.

you on the other hand are known for being the star tennis player, a promising prodigy who turned down the big leagues to seek an education first before showcasing at your first wimbledon. violet can’t stand when she won the biggest match of her life, news of your first tournament appearance in professional tennis made headlines.

desperately vi tries to be ominous, observing from afar, her heart-shaped jaw clenching as she watches you beat the girl in front of you to the ground. with a serve that qualifies as a guaranteed ace and a backhand that has stephanie vazquez running on every end of the court — all of it is so trivial.

meaningless even, but your father who pleads that the matches matter have somehow coaxed you into it.

it’s simple the way you tear your opponents apart, overwhelming them with shots you’ve spent years perfecting. the women on campus didn’t stand a fucking chance and they knew it too.

from the first game, their fate sealed. as finite as the stars sparkling across the midnight sky.

a blissful heart and a cracked dignity is a win for your ego. ultimately, violet hates herself for understanding why there’s so many people who fawn over you. a white dove arising in the spring, the flowers blossoming with each stroke you hit.

the match point? a single ace that sends stephanie to crack her expensive racket on the clay. it’s infuriating to play you, that much you’ve been told, but you need to be this precise if you have a chance on the biggest stage in just a few weeks.

“mija, take ten and then we’ll send the next one.”

your father calls from the stands as you swiftly grab your water bottle before realizing it’s empty, excusing yourself to the locker room and past vi but you know she’ll chase you.

as you suspect, no more than thirty seconds and she’s invading your space like a moth who's been starved of a flame for months. violet can deny it all she wants but the spark she tries to hide behind the cool-oceanic blues reak of warmth when her attention sets on you.

“did you have to humiliate her like that? for what? so you could prove who—”

“i can’t be bothered to go easy on everyone you fuck, violet. might be the whole roster at this point.” once your canister is filled, you take a large swing of water as she stands there dumbfounded.

making sure to flex her bicep, she leans against the water filtration with her puppy eyes attempting to convince you violet is as harmless as she looks.

a bold-faced lie the devil himself couldn’t design as truth.

“do i need to remind you of last season? throwing your body into my ex-girlfriend so hard during the finals last year. her shoulder was fucking dislocated and her collarbone was fractured.”

“that’s not what—”

“uh huh, sure, violet.” you taunt as she dismisses you, shaking her head as you take a step closer.

violet wishes to dismiss you, act like you have no effect on her. then you’re here with your pearly-white pleated skirt and your thin long sleeve jacket that clings to your skin. even with the sweat lining your temple, you still smell of honey-soaked lemon. a hint of lavender radiating off your skin, vi nearly sinks her canines on the side of your neck just to see if she’s able to taste it.

would you be willing to bleed for satisfaction alone?

taste you through a yearning tongue that begs to touch an inch of the transgressions of her sins. iron-coated promise meant to be broken.

but then she’s reminded of just how cruel you can be. you’ll walk over anyone’s dead corpse if it means you’ll get your way.

“you get off on it, making people feel less than you, decimating them on the court until they have nothing left to give.”

“maybe but why are you still here instead of chasing your little girlfriend? she’s really upset but it seems the only one who wants to get off is you.”

“god, would just—” vi pulls at her hair, peeved at how painless it seems to be for you to bury each opponent six feet underground.

"would i just what, violet?"

self-restraint falls through fate, vi's hardened shell practically caves in on itself as her lips melt into yours, her scorching need lights brighter than ever when she feels your smooth lips glide against hers.

soft hints of cranberry and dark chocolate invades her mouth as her calloused fingertips crawl underneath your skirt to the compression shorts connected beneath. with a finger sliding along your slit, violet's delights in watching your back arch against the wall as you stabilize your body clinging onto her strong sculpted shoulders.

"be a good girl for me and take it." violet divulges, letting her skilled mouth prep you as your hips ride against her fuckable face. goddamn it, she’s too good.

you hate her for it.

a sprinkle of love lavishes against the thin spandex as you watch the entry of the locker room. this should be a sin, how heavenly you smell, limerence coating her mind any time you’re near. never could she be anything but her sugar-coated infatuation.

an impenetrable grind of someone soaking in more media attention than vi has never set well with her pride but up until now, violet couldn’t have known the rumbling ache pulling her towards you. hell be damned if anyone would get in her way.

the tips of vi’s fingers glide against your thigh, as she enjoys the tremble your body makes, a magnetic force where vi’s body pulls at your body so easily.

“so pent up, babygirl. who knew the only way to silence you is to get on my knees. are you always this needy or is this reserved for me?”

"fucking hell, would you just take off my skirt already?" you whine out in defiance and vi gets the message — crystal clear.

violet does more than take it off, she rips the thick material in half, eyes grinning as she has the pleasure of knowing how beautiful you are. even if after the two of you walk through those doors, you never acknowledge her again, you’ll never be able to take this away from her.

in a fall from grace, violet worships her enemy, falling further into temptation. a hopeful message of deliverance place maliciously between your thighs.

with a shimmering touch, she guides your leg over her powerfully built shoulder, moaning as your stomach clenches against the tidal wave of her tongue. soft, gentle even, more accommodating than any of your past lovers had ever been with you.

as much as you want to tell her to touch you differently, flatten her tongue more, or to critique her in any way that could knock her down a peg, you can’t. despite your best efforts, she does everything flawlessly and you hate her more for it. glowing, powder-blue eyes flickering up at you, watching as you fall apart. each limb becoming numb under touch.

“yeah, not just a pretty face, angel.”

“you’re so full of yourself. how do they never get tired of your weasley, impetulant, condescending—”

“oh, i’m sorry? were you gonna say something or did you still wanna get fucked by my fingers?” vi slips another inside as her tongue gets lost in your pussy once again.

all of it makes you wanna scream but you feel your voice carrying through the locker room. the rare vacancy surrounds you, moans leaving your lips echo back as she slurps every drop spilling out of you. with a vicious tongue, she won’t stop fucking your pretty little hole with her skilled muscle, thumb stroking your clit with divine purpose.

“shitttt, oh fuck me, god i— i hate you, violet.” but it’s only because you feel the band slipping, the tightly wound knot read to snap if she doesn’t stop. violet doesn’t, in fact she slips another finger in your sickening, wet warmth as she curls her fingers just perfectly.

hitting right where she needs to with a skilled flick of her wrist.

“do that again— shit, just like, oh right there.”

“c’mon prodigy, be a good girl and come for me, come all over my face and show me.”

jesus, do you serve your worst.

it felt like too much, too quickly, before you could even stop it there’s a squelching sound filling the room as you coat her scarred lip, her nose, those freckled cheeks in every ounce of cum.

chants of her name roll off your tongue before you can stop them as she sucks over your sensitive nub, coaxing you through your high, waiting until you come down before she removes her fingers from your pussy.

vi swears she hears your cunt whine her name the second she removed herself but maybe that was just you.

“suck, babygirl.”

giving into her command, you take the push of her fingers as they kiss the back of your throat, relaxing your jaw as your tongue swirls around the digits until they’re completely clean.

sliding your leg off her shoulder as the loss of her support nearly causes you to stumble.

“where do you have a spare? i know you have one, somewhere.” violet smirks, her tone anything but forgiving as she feels triumphant when it comes to you and your impending will.

“that— over um, there, the first locker. number one.”

you watch her as she puts in the combination you provide before she grabs one identical to your damaged one. lifting your leg to place you through the opening before you assist her by doing the other one yourself, sliding the material up your leg.

you thought she was being kind but you feel the mess between your thugs push up against the thin spandex, and she does the pleasure of pushing against the material again, making contact with your pussy that simply can’t stop fluttering for more.

“when you go out there, i want you to think about me. how good my fingers feels fucking you into oblivion. the way my tongue fucks that pretty hole of yours. every way you chanted my name, those hips unable to stop riding my goddamn face—” she leans down, lips pressed against your ear before she whispers, “remember that no one on this planet will ever fuck you the way i can.”

a kiss to your cheek sears you as you're too stunned to speak, tragically slumped against the wall but quickly being led out as she guides you back through the front doors, onto the court. she wishes you luck, turning her back as she heads towards the exit.

“oh, this is just the fucking beginning.”

violet smirks but holds up three fingers as she blows a kiss to you.

the three she just fucked you with.

#❝ ⋮ ⌗ ┆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 ❞#(ᝰ.ᐟ) arcane works.#this was supposed to be a cute little blurb and then it turned into 2k um #oops!#vi #vi arcane #violet arcane #vi x reader #vi league of legends #vi smut #arcane x reader #arcane x you #wlw x reader

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b-lossm · 5 months ago

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•+*Workout Plan*+•

Caitvi! x reader [modern au!]

Synopsis: two strong women at the gym want you?? wait,, they're girlfriends??

The New Workout Plan [+18]

You where exhausted, but you had to perservere.

As you walked into the gym you where talking to your friend on the phone "you know ever since I started to follow that workout plan, I got all my shit together" you talk to your friend as you walk to the locker room. When you walk in you notice these two girls talking, a taller blue haired one, and a slightly shorter pink haired one with tattoos, What you don't notice is how they eye you up when you walk by them, mumbling something not being better then a man

By the time you come out, all changed and ready to go, you notice the blue one looking at you but then quickly looking away and talking to the other 'weird' you think, self deprecating thoughts entering your mind but that doesn't stop you from heading to the platies room to attend your little workout class.

You sit on your pilaties machine and see the blue haired one from earlier and give her a little wave, hoping that she isn't as mean as you think she is. When you wave she gives you a little confident smile and waves back, immedately taking her phone out and quickly texts somebody, you assume its the pink haired girl from earlier.

Annoingly, yout instructor cancles last minute "freak my life" you mumble under your breath as you start to get your stuff "I know this is so annoying" you hear the blue haired girl next to you say, handing you your lipgloss that fell out of your bag "Almost lost this" she chuckles awkwardly and messes with her bangs. "Oh! Thank you" you say, smiling as you introduce yourself "Oh my name is Caitlyn" she awkwardly sticks out her hand for a handshake and you smile while shaking it 'shes pretty...' you think while talking to her and walking out of the room

She then sees the pink haired girl from earlier "Oh! Vi! come meet my new friend" she giggles as the pink haired girl looks suprised, a subtle pink flushing over her cheeks "Hi, I'm Vi" she introduces, looking at Caitlyn "Nice too meet you Vi, it is short for violence" you giggle while looking at her bandaged arms and hands. She then gives a knowing look to Caitlyn "hmm well i guess" she replies, winking.

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After that you guys just..clicked you guess, you found out they where in fact girlfriends so you pined for the both of them in secret while the three of your's friendship blossomed past gym buddies. You three where now watching a movie at their place, you and Vi where on the couch underneath one of Cait's massive blankets while she got the snacktray ready.

"Cait we're watching Waves!" you shout from the couch, not noticing how Vi was eyeing you up in your cute flowy nightgown. You where too busy being exited to introduce the two to this Masterpiece, "Come on! hurry up Cait!" you whine impatiently "Yeah Cupcake can't keep Dumpling here waiting right?" she chuckles while playfully pinching your side "Shut up" you giggle and playfully hit her while Cait comes back with the snack tray. Cait sighs "Ten minutes without me and you guys are already tearing up the place hm?" she takes a seat next to you instead of Vi, leaving you in the middle 'Weird' you think, sitting up as to not lean on one of the other's girlfriend.

About midway through the movie your hope to not lean into Cait, or Vi failed, your where laying on Cait while Vi laid between your legs and rested her head on your tummy "Why is he yelling at her? He said that its okay if they keep it....like I get that its a high school pregnancy but she is valid to be sad.." Vi complained, tracing shaped into your side "Its just the way he is, He's a very angry and stressed character" You say as Cait plays with your hair "You'll see" you start to massage her scalp with Vi's hair and she sighs relaxing and even leaning into your touch.

As the movie progresses, and you watch the perspective switch Cait and Vi eventually awkwardly switch places with each other. "This movie is so.. complex" Cait says while leaning into your stomach "Its beautiful.... It shows how someone's life is effected in a time of grief and how it effects them, but it also shows that they can love again while going through it" you sigh and lean into Vi's soft touches "S' a real emotional movie Dumpling, didn't know you liked such emotional stuff like this.." she yawns and looks at you and Cait laid out on top of her

By the time the movie is over you start to help them clean up, not knowing how to react after basically spending the whole two hours cuddling "Uhm.. I should head home" you say, already putting your shoes back on only stopping due to Vi gently grabbing your wrist, her hand sliding down to meet yours "no!--uh, stay.. with us.. Please?" she says awkwardly, Cait coming over too see that their plan has worked "Its really no problem y/n" she says with a soft but confident smile, holding Vi's shoulder "Oh! uhm.. alright" you say with a soft smile, as you let them lead you to their room "In your bed..?" you tilt your head slightly 'cute' the girls think "Mhm, is that a problem, Dumpling?" Cait says, 'shut up are they seriously asking me to sleep in their bed' you think as you bashfully set your bag down and you pull out your brush and follow Cait to their shared bathroom to brush your hair, Vi lays on their bed and admires the two of you, wishing and hoping to see this everyday.

When you eventually get in their bed you find yourself on the edge to give them space but then Cait speaks up "What are you doing..? come here" she pats the space in between them 'holy shit' you think as you awkwardly crawl over to the space "So.....how's the weather?" you say with an awkward giggle and then the two then take initiative and lean into you, awkwardly shuffling before finding a nice cuddling position.

"uhm.. goodnight Cait.. goodnight Vi" you yawn, leaning to hug Vi who is in front of you while Cait braids your hair so it doesn't get tangled up "Goodnight Dumpling" Vi kisses your wrist "Goodnight y/n" Cait kisses your head.

You didn't wanna ruin the moment and mention how your only friends with them right now and how you felt a little weird, but I guess that's a talk that can wait for tomorrow.

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meowmeowmeowmeow umm spoilers for next part maybe its probably gonna be sesbian lex and I'm not gonna talk about how they all get together so !!

#b lossm #arcane x reader #vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #arcane x y/n #arcane x you #vi fluff #wlw x reader #caitlyn kiramman fluff #caitlyn kiramman x you #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi x reader

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slut4megantheestallion · 3 months ago

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I need all of them so badly 😩

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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tojisbestslut · 1 month ago

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YOUR GIRL — [ambessa medarda x afab reader] part 2

∆ CONTAINS: mommy issues, praise, slightly mean/dom ambessa, strap usage, slapping. masterlist

I wish I was your girl — Lana Del Rey • [WC: 700]

She filled the void in your soul you had tried burring deep for years, no success left in sight. The comfort warming your body under her gaze was the perfect experience for your inner child, not having an older woman judge her with disgust like your mother used to. Yet again, she wouldn't look at you with affection, ambessa medarda didn't believe anyone was worthy of that, besides her own children of course.

But it was something about the fact that she was aware of your hard work, noticing you here and there through training, nodding her head slightly in approval where you'd land a good hit (one that had you crying from the pain of your muscles afterwards). It gives you a tingle in your stomach and a warmth in your heart, you were absolutely feeding off of it with no shame. Ambessa medarda was a powerful woman, and to be approved by her was, well, an honor you could say.

But things got different when she started to notice this little emotional rollercoaster you had created in your head. At first you felt insecure about it, feeling like someone found your hideout, your comfort place, and was aiming to destroy it. Your eyes would sparkle like usual as she praised your improvement, and this time, she'd slightly smirk and raise an eyebrow at the stupid happy girl standing in front of her all smiling and giggling, and that caught you off guard. She found it amusing. She had people drooling over her just for the sake of having sex, but this, seeking her attention and approval just to feel enough was something new, and she was willing to walk into it, curious where it'd end.

You sighed, the sound muffled from biting your lower lip. Seeking approval from the older woman made you listen to her so carefully, even when she was pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

"You're being so good for me," she hummed, dragging the tip of her nose through your neck, licking the little gap between your collarbones. "Being so quiet, I appreciate it" the movement of her hips keep being steady as your thighs spam uncontrollably.

She seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, not being out of breath even a little, the sides of your hip turning slightly red from her strong grip. You on the other hand, were trying to look at her gorgeous face through tears, vision blurred and small white dots appearing randomly everywhere.

"Shhh, it's ok" she mumbled in your ear, voice sounding like a lullaby "everything's fine" your breath hitched as she increased the speed of her pounding, filling you so good you felt like you'd die from the pleasure "you're gonna be fine" her deep voice ran through your ears, tingling your fuzzy brain in the best way possible. You felt sleepy at her comfortable voice, eyes slightly closing.

"Don't" a harsh smack was delivered to your right cheek, your eyes widening in process. Sitting up straight again, she kept thrusting into you as her dark gaze took in the helpless look in your face. "You don't sleep when I'm pleasuring you" words tried slipping out of your mouth, being replaced by stupid, barely audible nonsense your foggy mind tried making up.

Your back arched further as you reached your high, closing your eyes in the process and throwing your head back. She finished by delivering a few deep thrusts, staring at the milky liquid spamming out of your abused hole, covering the tip of her strap. Loosening the grip on your hips, your body instantly went limb on the bed, still shaking.

She grabbed your smaller body and caged you between her muscular arms, kissing your damp hair with affection. "My beautiful girl," she'd mumble, her hands creasing your shivering back "You did so well" and that was enough for you to smile ear to ear in her chest, giggling internally at feeling truly fulfilled.

ambessa medarda please beat me [TAGS]:

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gtgbabie0 · 3 months ago

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Can I make a request for Ambessa with wife!reader and reader is a few months postpartum and she’s insecure about her figure. Ambessa decides to comfort her and show her how special she really is.

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Ambessa Medarda x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: {The birth of your child left you with many doubts and your wife proves them all wrong} CW: talks of childbirth, body image issues, themes of postpartum depression, bathing together. AN: I got so carried away with this. oml.

The birthing bed was your battlefield as the wife to a fearsome warlord— a fate that had surprisingly brought you more happiness than you had originally anticipated, that was until your waters broke and the contractions started. Then you were cursing Ambessa’s name.

You were prepared for this, your handmaidens spent day and night explaining to you the pain and showing you hand-drawn pictures— your mother had even told you of her own experiences. It was all pointless because you quickly learned that no word or picture could ever even begin to describe the pain of childbirth.

It didn’t get much easier from there. The battle continued even after the birth of a healthy baby boy and girl—oh how grateful your wife was—twins, a strong boy and girl to carry on her name… a miracle. You only wished you could share her joy, but you couldn’t. There was an odd disconnect that had managed to wedge itself between you, your children, and Ambessa.

Your skin didn’t feel your own, hell, your whole life didn’t feel like yours— almost as if you had taken the place of some stranger, a different woman that was not you. That woman was more suited to be a mother, a wife. It was a sickening feeling, one that often left you immobilised in bed.

You didn’t want to face the mirrors, hold your babies, or have your wife look at you, much less touch you—hence why you slept with a pillow stuffed between you both, not wanting to risk it… despite how much you deeply yearned for it, and oh how you really did yearn for her comforting touch.

It was the reason your maid brings you your nightly tea with just enough crushed poppy flowers to knock you out— you preferred to sleep before your wife got back from her duties, although you told your maids differently.

“Leave it on the table.” The words leave you with a sigh, not looking over to her from your place on the sofa— a deep red velvet colour, soft to the touch, your wife only accepts perfection.

“Lady Medarda, surely a simple ginger tea would be better for you?— The pain shouldn’t be lasting this long.” bless her, she sounded so concerned. Of course, your excuse of birthing pains could only last so long, five whole months had passed since— the warmth of summer slowly dwindling away, replaced by a sharp chill that autumn brought.

You shake your head, bringing your fingertips to your temple with a pitiful glint in your eyes, ready to put on a show— then the bedroom door opens and your handmaiden is bowing to Ambessa, whose eyes are fixed onto you, stepping off to the side politely.

“You’re back early.” The words fly from your lips faster than you could even process them and far more harshly than intended, however, the quiver in your voice gives you away. Your false bravado was not lost on Ambessa, that mask you wore did not fool her.

“Leave us.” Her words are sharp, stern and has the maid scurrying off— dress clutched in her hands. You could already hear the gossip she was sure to spread with the other servants.

A sigh escapes you as your eyes flicker over to the flames in the fireplace, watching the embers dance wildly within the hearth— Ambessa’s heavy, golden spear hanging above, displayed proudly, every nick and indent tells a different story. You let your mind wander in hopes she'll drop it.

“Do I need to send for a doctor?” She doesn't. Your wife was a smart woman, she knew you like the back of her hand and could read all your inner thoughts, until recently— now getting a single word out of you was like trying to get blood out of a stone. Instead, she was left with this distance you had managed to put between yourself and her. Ambessa felt it, she just didn’t know how exactly to approach it and it was driving her crazy.

She was a practical woman, fixing her problems with strength, not emotions, this was not her strong suit. But she also did not know defeat.

“No, I am fine.” The lie didn’t sound convincing in the slightest, not even in your own ears— the words make you wince and from the sound of her scoff she didn’t believe you either.

You hated to be the cause of her concern, gods only know how busy the woman already was. Ambessa watches you, studying your movements with slightly narrowed eyes as you tug your shawl over your shoulders— grasping the soft fabric as if it were some sort of protective shield, a lifeline, that you wished desperately to disappear into.

“This is not fine, lie to your handmaidens all you want but do not lie to me.” Her tone is much softer than you deserve, you can’t help but cower away with a look of shame in your eyes— it only triples when she kneels down in front of you, her big, battle-worn hands resting over your knees.

The Ambessa Medarda, a feared warrior, kneeling before you like you were some sort of deity worth praying to… no it didn’t feel right.

The words die on your tongue, getting stuck in the back of your throat tightly— a whimper is the only thing you can let out, such a weak sound, strained with this insecurity that had been eating away at you for months.

“I do not know what it is— just an ache I cannot rid myself of, no matter what I do.” you breathe, dropping your head slightly as your gaze falls to her hands, the way her thumb rubs the inside of your knee. “I bring shame upon this family— upon you.”

Ambessa tuts at your words, pinching your chin between her index finger and thumb. “Shame?— look at me,” your eyes find her own hesitantly. “You are my greatest treasure… my proudest accomplishment.”

“I can’t be— I’m not fit for motherhood, to be your wife. I am weak.”

She bristles, “No flower, you are the furthest thing from weak. Motherhood is no easy feat, but we strengthen each other… you have me. Forever.” her eyes never once straying from your own.

You have only ever heard such loving sincerity from her a handful of times, on the day she asked you to marry her and the first time she had taken your maidenhead— your wedding night, and now. It’s a stern tone that is draped in earnest, so heavy with love, leaving no space for arguments.

Ambessa wouldn’t hear another word of it, of you speaking poorly of yourself— she had taken someone’s tongue after they foolishly insulted you, that wasn’t for nothing, that was out of devotion.

So all you can do is apologise— “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” but even that she doesn’t want to hear, her lips pressing a soothing kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“No more apologies, no more distance. You have me.” She promises, words whispered against your cheek before she pulls back to admire you with a soft yet firm stare. “Understood?”

“Yes, I understand.” You whisper, leaning into her hand as soon as her rough palm meets your cheek— your chest tightens and your eyes prickle with tears, it had been far too long since you felt her tender touch. With a hum of acknowledgement, she leans forward, still kneeling before you, her hand curving across your jaw to cup the back of your head— her lips meeting your own in a slow kiss, the rough pad of her thumb brushing your tears away.

“Shh my heart, I’m right here.” She soothes, lips brushing along your jaw when you melt further into her— trembling hands resting upon her broad shoulders which she cages within her own big ones as she pulls back to admire you. “I’ll have a bath prepared for us.”

Her words make you tense, something uncomfortable churning within your stomach at the thought. “No, my body has changed— it’s—”

“—It is just as perfect as the night I first had you.”

“No, it’s different.”

“Sweetling, you have brought life into this world. It’s a beautiful change.” She murmurs against your knuckles with an almost reverent gleam in her eyes, one that almost breaks down the defences that you have built up around your fragile heart, almost.

Ambessa can sense your unease, the hesitation— the way you can’t seem to meet her eyes and it destroys her, how had she failed to protect you from this? She brings your palm to rest over her heart, her eyes searching your own. “Trust me with this, let me worship you.” there's a soft question hidden beneath her tone, behind the firmness of what sounds like a demand.

“Just— Just a bath,” you whisper, glossy eyes and strained voice and she nods in response— cupping your face ever so gently as she repeats “Just a bath.” in agreement.

You trust her enough to guide you to your shared bathroom, enough to let her peel your nightgown off with careful hands, fingertips grazing across your body ever so slightly. The comforting scent of rose and honey wisps around you, carrying memories of nights you’ve shared like this and the prospect of being close to her seems a little less daunting as the familiarity warms your heart and the hot water envelops your body.

Ambessa's form engulfs your own as she sits behind you, strong thighs caging either side of you. It was protective, how her hands rub across your shoulders soothingly and the soft whispers of sweet nothings that leave her lips, muffled into the nape of your neck. She wishes to rid you of any self-doubt that had wormed itself into your mind.

Bubbles splay across your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees that you’ve tucked beneath your chin in an attempt to make yourself smaller. “Flower?— relax into me,” her voice breaks you out of your thoughts as she slowly guides you back against her chest, wrapping an arm around your abdomen whilst the other moves to cup your cheek.

The candlelight flickers against your face as you tip your head backwards to look up at her, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had escaped you. “Forgive me for not noticing your pain sooner,” She whispers, dropping a kiss to your forehead and then another to the tip of your nose.

The warm water laps at your bodies slightly as you move to curl up further into her, wanting to disappear in her embrace. “Just don’t let go,” and with that her arms tighten around your body, leaning to rest her forehead against your own.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. Your place in my heart is yours, no one can take that from you.” You sigh at your words, letting out a teary giggle as she peppers kisses over your face. For the first time in a while, you felt whole, full, in a way you thought you would never feel again, for the time being at least… you savoured every second of it.

Her fingertips trace over the stretch marks left by your pregnancy, letting her lips trail over the dewy skin of your shoulders whispering soft “I love yous,” against you as she washes your hair— smirking at the way you let your guard down for her, how your eyes flutter close and the way sigh and hum in delight as she massages your scalp.

The water felt cleansing in a way, as it trickles down your head and along your back, washing away the months of aches that weighed on top of you. “How does that feel?” She asks, lips brushing along your jaw.

“Good, much better.” The relief in your tone brought immeasurable amounts of satisfaction to her that she couldn’t help but chuckle, happiness blooming through her chest as she replies with a soft. “That’s what I like to hear, my sweet.”

Ambessa vows to herself in that very moment to spend the night and every other night paying homage to the curves and dips of your body, to each stretch mark that maps over your skin until you feel nothing but love— she would put your pieces back together again no matter how jagged the edges were.

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v1sexual · 3 months ago

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whoever edited this needs their pussy ate

#sevika arcane #sevika arcane x reader #sevika x reader #sevika #ekko arcane #arcane #arcane act three #vi arcane #arcane smut #happy trail #wlw yearning #wlw x reader #wlw post #wlw blog #wlw

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wlw-imagines · 1 year ago

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It’s Not What It Looks Like - Eloise Bridgerton/Reader (Bridgerton)

request: “can you make like a eloise bridgerton and her lover get caught?” - anon

a/n: very excited to have the time to be writing again, happy days -- set at beginning/mid season 2 ig?? also regency homophobia? pft the bridgertons are above that shit (mostly... so this is a sprinkling of regency homophobia warning ig but more gay pride really !!)

back to new fresh writing from this year (how is it 2024 wtf) - word count is almost 6k yo + no editing because i do not want to

The two of you giggled like little children as you raced one another up the stairs. Eloise pulled on your arm in an attempt to overtake you but you just about managed to beat her to the spot - despite her cheating tactics.

You tangled your fingers with hers, holding onto her hand as you opened the door to her room, “We should cause a nuisance to your Mother more often.” You looked over your shoulder and made eye contact as you spoke, grinning mischievously.

Her cheeks turned a sweet rosy colour as she mirrored your smile, letting go of your hand in favour of wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hands rested on your hips.

“Hmm, what a punishment to get sent away to be together.” Eloise expelled an over-dramatic sigh before letting out a light laugh. “After all, we are just doing what we’re told.” She shrugged innocently and moved around you, sitting down and landing on her bed with a bounce.

You laughed, letting your gaze linger across her room, acquainting yourself once more with Eloise’s own space and all the small things that had changed since you were last here, “It seems extremely unlike you to ever do what you are told, my love.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, before patting the space next to her.

“Come here, sit.” She smiled and shifted slightly to the side, “Perhaps close the door first.” You let out a small laugh and turned around, gently pushing the door shut.

Turning back to Eloise, you quirked up an eyebrow and smiled, taking a few steps back to stand in front of her, “Is the door shut so we may have further deep discussions about the poetry you leant me? Because if so-”

As soon as you were close enough, Eloise interrupted you and pulled your body between her legs, pressing against her front. Before you could try to finish your sentence, El had her hand resting on your jaw and had pulled you towards her to kiss you.

Her kiss was, as always, full of emotion and meaning, though today it was also a kiss with a hint of urgency. You let yourself relax into her as she kept your body firmly against hers in as many ways as possible - craving your touch.

You pulled away gently and rested against her. She closed her eyes and smiled, “I must admit to wanting to do that for the longest time.”

Putting your hand back under her chin, you whispered, “You may do it again, if you so wish.”

She wrapped her arms around you, rolling and pulling you onto the bed so you were lying on top of her and she giggled, peppering your face with kisses.

“We should be careful, my love.” You said, pursing your lips and glancing at the door as you pushed yourself up. El sighed and pulled you back against her, a slight pout on her lips.

She jutted her chin up slightly in defiance and her pout gave way to a soft smile, “Maybe I do not want to be careful.”

You let out a small snort and gently raised an eyebrow again, “Hmm,” You pressed a few soft kisses to the corner of her mouth, before moving yourself so you were laying next to her with your legs still across her lap - ignoring her protests. You felt something crackle beneath you and moved to grab it and, upon realising it was the newest Whistledown, you held it out to Eloise, “Did you read the latest gossip?”

She groaned lightly in frustration at your distraction tactics but humoured you all the same, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow, “I may have been distracted half way through. It arrived just before you did.” Her hand came to rest on your stomach and she gently traced her fingers over the material of your dress.

“Where did you get to?” You asked, the gossip already opened as you re-read the pieces you had seen earlier in the day. Eloise raised her head slightly to look at the paper in your hand and gestured to the third paragraph of the first page.

“Perhaps around there?” She shrugged slightly.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, but you completely missed the best bit!”

“Read it to me?” Eloise asked, looking to you through her eyelashes. You smiled, blushing at the intimacy of the moment.

“Surely there are more romantic things for me to read to you?”

She just hummed and rested her head against your shoulder, “My heart is so full for you that anything you do makes it beat faster.”

“You’re very soppy, you know that right?” The blush on your cheeks increased tenfold and you couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brushing your noses together before moving back slightly.

Before you could get another word out, Eloise’s door burst open and Hyacinth fell into the room, a broad grin on her face. Her eyes skipped around the room, looking for the two of you, “Hello? Sister, please - please may I borrow your silk ribbons for m-

You did your best to scramble up and put a bit more platonic space between yourself and Eloise, “H! Good afterno-”

Eloise lazily rolled over, glancing over her shoulder to see her sister, “Hyacinth? Go away. We were in the middle of-”

Hyacinth cleared her throat and had already begun retreating backwards out of the room, her face bright red, “Oh... I didn’t- Sorry, excuse me.”

Your heart was beating faster now and you called out in an attempt to stop her. You wanted to try to explain that it’s not what it looked like at all, “H, wait-”

“Don’t, just let her go. Stay here with me.” Eloise took your hand and tried to pull you back into her again but you resisted this time.

“No, El, what if she tells someone?”

Eloise sat up next to you with exaggerated effort and huffed, “What would she say? Besides, I still want to do this...” She leant towards you, her hand brushing against your hips as she gently connected her lips with yours, “And you were going to read to me?” She whispered, mere inches away from capturing your lips with hers once more.

“What would she-? Really, my love? What would you say if you were to see... the Duke, for example, practically straddling your sister?”

“Straddling? We weren’t straddling, we were just- It’s not...” The realisation dawned on her as she looked at you and considered the close proximity - her hand on your lower stomach, your legs tangled together. Her face went pale as she whispered, “Oh, fuck. Hyacinth! Sister, it is not what it seems.” She untangled herself from you and jumped off the bed, gathering her skirts as she chased after her sister. “Hyacinth!”

You took a second to panic before pushing yourself off the bed and you followed El out the room, almost crashing into her back on the landing outside, “Where has she gone?” You asked El, who shrugged and you could see the similar panic in her eyes, mirroring your own.

“Mama!” Hyacinth’s voice drifted to you from below. Your head snapped round to the stairs.

“Bloody hell!” Eloise muttered under her breath, running around you to get to the stairs. She thundered down them and, if you weren’t worried about Hyacinth, then you would have laughed at her complete unladylike stomping.

Hyacinth’s voice wailed again as she looked around for her family, “Mama!”

“Oh my, whatever is the matter?” Violet’s voice joined the mix once Hyacinth had found her, evidently exasperated with all her children’s drama.

“It was Y/N and Eloise! They were... together.”

It felt as though there was an audible eyeroll before the two of you heard a response, “Well, yes, I sent them both upstairs to talk about their books and other such stuff. They were too loud down here with all their... chatter.” Just as she finished talking, both you and Eloise hurtled around the corner and into the sitting room, in which the whole family was sitting.

Eloise quickly - and loudly - voiced her objections to whatever accusations she had been picturing her sister making, “Mother, whatever Hyacinth has just said... she is lying. She is withholding the truth from you, as she often does, and-”

Hyacinth’s nostrils flared slightly in annoyance, “I do not!” She interrupted, frowning over at her sister, who quickly (and childlishly) responded right back.

“Do too!”

“Eloise, be kind to your sister.” Lady Violet quickly put her hands up to signal for the two sisters to stop talking and to find some kind of peace, “Besides, she has said nothing but that the two of you were talking.” She shrugged and began to turn back to the rest of the family but Hyacinth piped up again, more confusion and irritation lacing her voice this time.

You quietly and quickly prayed to any deity listening that Hyacinth’s words wouldn’t be utterly discriminating, you still had a chance to wriggle your way out of any current accusations.

“No, I don’t mean talking.” Hyacinth rolled her eyes and her cheeks turned red, “Mama, you must believe me. They were... together!”

Violet let out a deep breath and shrugged apologetically, “Darling, I do not know what you mean.”

You clear your throat and try to shrug nonchalantly, but ends up an awkward flail, “No one does- I mean, it’s fine. Let us all go back to what we were doing, how about that?” You try to move the conversation on - desperately, you must admit.

Simon raises an eyebrow and tilts his head ever so slightly at you, you blush and shake your head. This immediately causes a smirk to break out on his lips, which he clearly does his best to suppress or to hide but this just brings Daphne’s attention to him. You are sure your blush is a permanent feature now.

“Hyacinth, you always cause such a rush and a chaos, running down here to announce nonsense. What do you mean ‘they are together’?” Daphne herself chooses to chime in, frowning at Simon with a questioning glint in her eye.

Eloise lets out a breathy chuckle and shakes her head, “I rather think she means nothing, so-”

Anthony sighed deeply and in an over-exaggerated manner, leaning his head on his palm before snapping, “No more breath need be wasted on this subject. They were together, so what?” He shrugged, clearly bored of the conversation and fuss, and dropped his hands to his knees.

Eloise brightened up and gestured towards him as she looked and nodded to the rest of her family and then focused her gaze back to Anthony, “Well said, brother!”

“Eloise!” Colin gasped and you did all you could to suppress a groan of disbelief. Anthony immediately straightened in his seat, a fresh interest lighting up his eyes.

“What?” She looked to you with slight alarm, sensing she had done something wrong.

“Agreeing so vehemently with Anthony? I never thought I’d see the day!” Colin leant forward, looking between Anthony and Eloise. He shrugged, raising an eyebrow, “Well, if my suspicions weren’t first raised by Hyacinth screaming the house down - now they well and truly are.”

Eloise took a deep breath in and shuffled her feet slifghtly before rolling her eyes, “Sometimes... I occasionally might agree with what he has to say.” She folded her arms tightly across her chest, staring defiantly at Colin.

“No, you don’t.” Anthony challenged, bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

Eloise frowned and gritted her teeth, “Yes, I do.”

He let out a scoff, “No, I am sure that you do not.”

“I simply insist that I do!”

You let out a small sigh and sunk down into the armchair next to Simon and Daphne. Simon sent you a glance that, at first one may think was sympathetic, but, upon further inspection, showed he was clearly enjoying your public annihilation. You just glared at him, which made him simply smile. Infuriating man.

Colin stood up between the two of them and gestured to Eloise, “Now look! You can’t even agree as to whether you agree.”

“So, what, pray tell, is going on?” Daphne raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Simon and clearly clocking the looks you were giving one another.

You reluctantly cleared your throat, deciding now was a good time to take the heat off from Eloise who was clearly struggling, “I promise, nothing untoward is happening here. We were just playing games, weren’t we H?” You smiled over at Hyacinth, begging her with your eyes to just go along with it.

Hyacinth’s eyes lit up, “Like Daph, and the Duke!” You audibly groaned this time. This kid would not take any hints.

VIolet hesitated, her eyes flitting from one daughter to the next, Hyacinth to Daphne to Eloise, before letting out a confused- “What?”

“They were together... like them!” Hyacinth looked slightly triumphant as she pointed across to Simon and Daphne.

Simon raised an eyebrow and shook his head before muttering under his breath, “Oh, no. Please don’t drag us into this.” You wanted to turn to him and stick your tongue out, but realised that was probably not the best move to play in this very moment.

“Well, I rather think we should let the two in question answer us.” Daphne stared pointedly at the two of you.

“Here, here!” Simon quickly chimed in, wearing another annoying smirk on his face as he looked at you.

You were about to attempt to protest but as you opened your mouth Eloise defiantly piped up, “Fine.” She shrugged, as nonchalant as she could be.

“What?” You asked in a low voice with a bit of urgency, looking up at where she was standing above you.

You locked eyes and she nodded, clearly trying to convey a message (of which you had speaking slowly. “Y/N and I were...” She hesitated and you started to panic, knowing you had to come up with something in order to save her.

“Arguing.” Eloise said at the exact same time as you interjected with- “Dancing.”

Eloise swirled back around to look at you, “Dancing? Why in the heavens would we be dancing?” She all but hissed and you looked at her with equal confusion.

“Your sister and her husband dance together... I don’t know?” You rolled your eyes before gesturing at her as you stood up, “Better, in my lowly opinion, than arguing.”

“I had a plan! If you just let me say it then we would be fine right now.” She lowered her voice - as if that would stop everyone (who all had their eyes glued to the pair of you) from hearing your conversation.

You shook your head, “Eloise, you were floundering!”

“I was not.” El all but stomped her foot, “I was... pausing for dramatic effect.”

“No, you always do that long pause whenever you are moments away from coming up with a lie. Everyone knows that!” Your voice rose slightly and you gestured to everyone in the room. In your peripheral vision, you could see Daphne raise her eyebrows before nodding. Even if you couldn’t keep the two of you a secret any longer, at least you had the vindication of winning that single point.

You watched as Eloise tried to come up with a rebuttal but, as already established, you were clearly correct. You grinned at her, utterly triumphant, and she just sighed before fondly rolling her eyes and letting her own smile mirror your own.

A clearing of the throat broke the brief silence and Colin’s voice soon followed, “It doesn’t take a genius to understand that the two of you are clearly lying but... really, Y/N? I mean, I must agree. Dancing? Eloise doesn’t dance lest she makes Mother believe she wants to be married off to the unlucky suitor.”

Eloise quickly shifted her glance to Colin and frowned, “I dance.” She insisted at the same time as you moodily grumbled out, “We dance.” and sat back down. To which Colin simply raised an eyebrow and opened his palms.

“Well, in that case, maybe Mother should marry her off to you.” He said and, seconds later, his gaze shifted to one of understanding. He went to open his mouth and shut it moments later.

Hyacinth let out a loud, frustrated sigh and pointed at Colin, “That’s my point! They were behaving like they’re married!”

“Right... I see.” Violet sat up stiffer in her chair and glanced down at her entwined hands before looking up to her daughter, “Hyacinth, go to your room.”

“But-”

Hyacinth went to protest but was quickly shut down with a steely one word response from her mother - “Go.” Reluctantly (and rather sulkily), she retreated out of the family room and stomped up every single stair before shutting the door to her bedroom rather loudly.

Throughout this, Violet’s eyes restlessly moved from her hands, to Eloise, and back, before eventually landing on Eloise completely. “Now, Eloise, I will only ask you this once. Were you- What was it that the two of you were... Tell me what Hyacinth means by...” Her mother danced around the subject, her hands working at the fabric of her dress, until Daphne sighed loudly and moved her body to sit facing Eloise.

“Mother remains to lack a certain skill of talking directly about... certain things. May I ask instead... are the two of you fucking?” She kept eye contact the whole time, hardly reacting as her mother physcially flinched and gasped, her cheeks turning rosy.

“Daphne!” Violet spoke, aghast.

Daphne eventually turned to her mother, “What? You cannot dilly-dally around with such a subject.” She shrugged and turned back to the two of you.

“I... yes. I guess perhaps... that is what I was getting around to in a way.” Violet’s gaze evetually settled on the two of you as well.

You knew this direct line of questioning (and outing by Eloise’s sister) was going to be slightly harder to avoid than previously. And even then you hadn’t managed to do a convincing job of it. Still, the two of you bravely (stupidly) fought on.

Eloise vehemently shook her head, “I- no! We don’t...” She put her hand on your shoulder, which would normlly be soothing, but you pushed it off, hoping no one saw (they clearly did). “I mean we weren’t-”

You squirmed in your seat slightly. Explaining your relationship with El’s family was not what you had planned for the day, “What Eloise is trying to say is-” Eloise shook her hand at you, trying to forge on with her own sentence.

“To say ‘fucking’ is too-”

Your eyes widened at the way in which this conversation seemed to be going, “Eloise!” You cut her off, cheeks ablaze.

She looked across to you with innocent eyes, “What! I-��

Before she could land you in it even more, you tried to steer this into safer territory - desperate not to have to talk about sex in front of Eloise’s family, “Okay, listen-”

Again, Eloise managed to charge on. You slumped back in your chair, exhausted from trying to keep Eloise under control and away from the topic of fucking, “You know, I find it very interesting that... pleasuring a woman is deemed purely a male pastime and not-”

You let out a groan of frustration and sighed, taking hold of Eloise’s hand and squeezing softly, “El, my love, not the time.” She kept hold of your hand and turned to you. You took this as an opportunity to actually talk, “She meant we were not doing anything of the... sort. We would not even perchance dream of-”

Before you could finish your sentence, yet another Bridgerton was interrupting you. You involuntarily squeezed Eloise’s hand, tense at having to fight off more allegations, “They definitely are... surely. Look at them.” Daphne spoke.

You looked around the room. To Simon, who looked in pain at how much he was having to hold in a laugh. Daphne, who looked victorious. Colin, who still had an annoying, clever (but not unkind) smirk on his face. Anthony, who - in all honestly - couldn’t look much more like he was living a nightmare - perhaps tortured was the word. He was probably not feeling up to dealing with yet another Bridgerton scandal or another duel at dawn (which, for the record, neither were you). And Violet, who had started to return to a more normal colouring in her face, was looking slightly more relaxed - although you still couldn’t really read the woman.

Then... Eloise, who, since you had interrupted her, had been gazing at you. You were fools to believe that you could keep this under wraps. You finally saw her as if you were looking from the outside in and she had the most ridiculous, overpowering, gorgeous love-eyes you had ever seen. You melted in your chair slightly. You’d do anything to not have to give this up.

Eloise squeezed your hand gently and enveloped you in a hug as she was still standing and as you were still sitting, squeezing you into her side. She took a step back and held out both her hands. You hesitated but nodded, slipping your hands into hers.

With her gaze holding yours she nodded, “Yes, fine, we’re fucking.”

“Eloise!” You gasped, letting go of her hands and swatting at her head. She let out a laugh as she ducked away from you. Simon, next to you, finally let out the laugh he had been holding and Daphne quickly joined in. You turned to them, with red cheeks once more, “It’s not funny! Eloise, you’re being crass. And an ass. And anything else that rhymes!”

“I’m just answering the question I was given!” She grinned cheekily, stepping close enough to tempt another attempt at a hit from you, before dodging it just in time and letting out another laugh. You couldn’t help but start to grin at the absurdity of the situations, Eloise laughing wildly as she jumped around you, Simon shaking with laughter next to you. Even Anthony may have let out a small laugh. Maybe.

“Okay, stop, everyone.” Violet’s voice interrupted the slight moment of insanity, “How long has this been going on for?”

Eloise, still slightly puffed out from dodging your attacks, shrugged the question off, “Mother, it’s not-”

“How long?” Violet’s eyes were steely as she raised an eyebrow, tutting when Eloise let the silence stretch on a bit too long.

“Perhaps just a handful of months? Two? Or three. Maybe four?” Eloise’s smile shrank with every word.

“Under my roof?”

You slid back into your seat and quietly mumbled, “Under many a roof, in all fairness.” Although Violet had clearly heard as she frowned.

“What is this?” She asked gesturing between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” Eloise asked, stubborn as always, pushing her mother further than perhaps necessary.

Violet sighed and her eyes raised to the ceiling, “Eloise? Is this just your way of rebelling away from what is expected? From society? From me?” She asked, eyes landing back to Eloise.

“Mother-”

You wished you could bring back the laughter from moments ago. You gritted your teeth, annoyed at the woman you practically saw as your own mother. You hadn’t planned on telling anyone. Really you were going to try to live your whole lives together without anyone finding out. Which, in retrospect, had seemed a bit foolish. But you had hoped that Violet, and the Bridgerton family, of all people would be slightly more free-minded than this.

You stood up, putting yourself between Eloise and Violet, “This isn’t a rebellion.” You huffed out, angrily and frowned at Violet to really prove the point that you were angry at her. As the silence drew on and Eloise didn’t voice her approval of your input, you started to doubt yourself. You slowly turned to Eloise, eyes soft with sudden worry and feeling of self-consciousness, “Is it?”

“Of course not.” She frowned in dismay, shaking her head as she held your chin in her hands for a few moments. She then moved forward so she was shoulder to shoulder with you, “Mother, I- I don’t work to society’s rules. I’m not... it’s not my fault. It’s just me.”

This was it. This was the make or break. You took in a deep breath and interlinked your fingers with Eloise’s. Stronger together. “El-” You whispered, your heart hammering. Violet had to accept you. She had to.

Violet’s voice came out slightly wobbly, “Eloise, of course it’s not your fault, you just-”

Before Violet could say anything more Eloise interjected, “I love her, I do. I love Y/N. Like you loved Father.” She sniffled slightly. You took a long sideways look at her and squeezed your eyes shut. Come on Violet. “I remember watching and wanting and yearning for what you had, ever since I was young. And I couldn’t understand why I could not even fathom that with any man in the ton. I haven’t known who I am. But I have that with Y/N, I do. You cannot blame me for finding that kind of love with her just because she is not a man, please.” Eloise’s eyes became glossy. You had to give it to her, she always pulled out a good speech. Well... not always actually. But this one was a good one. You squeezed her hand and didn’t stop until Violet answered.

“No, Eloise, I would never.”

“I know it may not seem right to many, but it’s... it’s not my fault... it’s who I am.” Eloise trembled slightly. Violet was on her feet before you knew it.

”Oh, my Eloise.” She herself had watery eyes. You could breathe a bit more easily as she swooped forward and brought Eloise into her arms. You let go of Eloise’s hand to let her wrap her hands around her mother’s waist. After a few moments, Violet pulled back, “Look at me. I know who you are. You’re a Bridgerton. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known. You are not at fault. How could you be when there is nothing to be at fault for?”

“You really think so?” Eloise asked.

Violet held both of Eloise’s clasped in her own, “Of course I do. A love like mine and your father’s, a love like yours, is rare so you have to hold onto it, yes?”

“I will.”

“Come here,” She hugged her again. “You too, Miss Y/L/N. Y/N.” She smiled at you and your face broke into a broad grin as she enveloped you into the hug too. You knew you could rely on her, always. Even if it took a little bit of time. “The two of you deserve the world.”

From the middle of the hug, you heard a soft clearing of a throat and Anthony once again piping up, “I don’t suppose you’ll be providing a dowry?”

Eloise pulled away from the hug, wiping at the tears grouping at the corner of her eyes, “Oh, shove off, Anthony.” She let out a half laugh and a half sob.

“I jest!” He grinned, “Unless...?” He turned to you, raising an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m sure I have a few pennies to my name.” You smiled and Eloise’s arms circled your waist from behind.

“And I love her for more than just those few pennies!” She shouted over your shoulder, pulling you into her front.

Anthony put a hand on your shoulder and ruffled Eloise’s hair, “I am happy for you.” He finally admitted, a brotherly pride shining in his eyes.

You shifted away, letting Eloise and Anthony have a brief sweet moment (before one of them made a biting remark and it turned to hostility again). You decided to reclaim your seat next to Simon, who, with something akin to brotherly pride, put his arm around your shoulder.

“And I thought Daph and I caused quite the stir.” He grinned, bringing his arm back around to his side.

“Don’t, I’m embarrassed enough as it is.” You wriggled deeper into the settee, willing yourself to forget the majority of the embarrassing things that has just happened. The two of you watched as the present members of the Bridgerton clan all talked at the same time, spitting out jokes and jostling at one another.

Simon followed your gaze to Eloise and let out a deep chuckle, “You’re a rake!” He exclaimed.

You gasped in fake outrage and turned to him, “I am not!” You protested, a smile forming as he continued to laugh and elbow you in the ribs.

“You so are! Worse than me, you rascal.” He smiled, his own gaze settling on his wife, who was tormenting Eloise with ‘girl talk’.

“Stop! I’ve heard the stories of you and Daph. You’ve out-rascaled me ten times over!” You smirked.

He shook his head, “The big rake competition of 1815.” He hummed. You smiled as Eloise came to join you, making you squeeze up to fit herself next to you, as well as letting Daphne fit in her original seat.

As silence descended and everyone started to calm, Violet let out a contended sigh and leant back in her chair, her eyes turning to the settee the four of you were currently squabbling over, “I must say, I’m quite good at this love matching malarkey, aren’t I?” She asked. Everyone immediately stilled and there was a heavy pause before the noise began again.

Anthony raised an eyebrow, “Well, I wouldn’t say that you-”

Daphne let out an exasperated, “Mother!”

Eloise snorted, “You have done nothing to help our love matches!”

Colin sighed and shook his head, “God help the rest of us...”

Violet decided to ignore all her children and smiled serenely. And at that moment the doors swung open.

“Good afternoon one, good afternoon all, how are we?” Benedict swanned in, immediately clocked a plate of biscuits and helped himself, taking the whole plate in his hands. He munched for a few moments before looking around for an answer. When he didn’t get one from anyone he smiled, “What?” He finished his mouthful and wiped his hand clean before going for another biscuit anyway, “Well, have I missed something?”

There was another long pause before Violet almost burst with the answer, “Y/N and Eloise are together.”

Benedict’s eyes swerved to the two of you, practically sitting in each other’s laps in order to fit on the settee together. He paused before nodding and gesturing in your direction, “Yes, I can see that.”

Violet smiled and shook her head, leaning forward in excitement, “No, like, together together.”

The crease in Benedict’s forehead deepened as he glanced at you again, “Yes... as I say, I can see that quite clearly.” He let out a small laugh, looking around to see if there was some joke he was missing. “Is everyone okay?”

“Oh for goodness sake, can no one in this family communicate properly and succintly?” Daphne fumed, “They are fucking.”

“Daphne!” You groaned, having prayed that this day couldn’t get more embarrassing for you. And yet there was still more embarrassment to bloody experience. This family was torture (you still would do anything to keep them in your life though, that was clear).

“Okay, can we stop with the crude language?” Violet cast a look to Daphne, before looking at the two of you again with pride, “They are lovers.”

You felt Eloise recoil next to you, “Gross, Mother, no.” She shook her head and only stopped when she saw you looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I mean, I love you but- lovers? Really?”

“Sorry, that’s the big news?” Benedict’s laughed again and his smile grew as he whirled around to look at his whole family again before shaking his head, “Well, obviously! These two are the least subtle ‘lovers’ in the whole bloody world.”

“Again, with the ‘lovers’.” Eloise muttered next to you.

You smiled and whispered back to her, “Shut up, you love me.” She squeezed your thigh quickly in answer.

“Does anyone actually pay attention to what goes on in this house?” Benedict walked over to the settee you were occupying and leant his elbow on the back of it, taking another biscuit and spreading crumbs as he went.

“Well, I thought we did a splendid job.” Eloise shrugged, removing her hand from your leg and crossing her arms over her chest.

Benedict shook his head, “I’ve seen you kiss at least seven times.”

“You’re counting?” You quirked an eyebrow up, teasing him as he threw his head back to laugh.

“No!” He protested, “I simply mean-”

You jumped up, ready to be the teaser rather than the teased, and grabbed a biscuit of his plate, “Do you keep a little notebook of each time we encounter one another?” You grinned, now finally the one who gets to revel in someone else’s embarrassment.

Eloise snorted, “Dear diary, Eloise and Y/N held hands for seven minutes and forty-two seconds today-”

“Leave me be.” Benedict rolled his eyes good-naturedly and swatted at Eloise as he started to walk away, back out of the family room.

You followed him, taking another biscuit, and continuing Eloise’s joke, “They kissed twice but one was simply a kiss upon the cheek so cannot be counted-”

“And here i was going to offer to be your beard.” He grunted. The rest of the family stayed seated, listening to your conversation.

Your laugh ringed out, “Total kiss-count to date: three.” You mimicked his voice.

“Now that you are essentially a sibling, I am not afraid to kick you down the stairs, you know.” Benedict’s muffled voice came from the bottom of the stairs. Your voices got quieter as you walked to the dining room and Violet looked around the room, smiling brilliantly.

“How marvellous. The family grows!” She winked at Eloise who sighed and left the room, not wanting to be without you now. Violet watched her go and hummed before turning to the rest with a frown, “What is a ‘beard’?”

Anthony took in a deep breath and quickly stood to his feet, “I think dinner is ready.” He cleared his throat and walked out, leaving the rest to slowly join him, and the three of you, at the table.

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