#wlw X reader

[slut4megantheestallion]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅Imagine vi fucking you doggystyle with a strap

Warnings ⚠️: vi x fem reader, wlw, smut, strap play, doggystyle, degradation, dom!vi, pet names.

Your cheek slams against the mattress as Vi forces you down, one rough hand pressing between your shoulder blades.

"Stay the fuck down," she growls, her voice thick with lust and authority.

A sharp slap on your ass, the sting spreading heat through your skin. You barely have time to moan before she grips your hips, yanking you back onto her strap. The stretch is immediate, burning, and perfect.

"That's it," Vi grunts, pulling out just enough before slamming back in, forcing a cry from your lips. "You wanted this, didn't you? Fuckin' dripping for me."

Her pace is brutal from the start, no teasing, and no patience. Just the sound of skin slapping against skin, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust.

"God, you're such a fuckin' mess," she hisses, fingers digging into your waist. "Taking me so damn good."

You try to push back against her, desperate for more, but she tightens her grip, keeping you exactly where she wants.

"You're not in charge here," Vi chuckles, voice dark with amusement. "You're just my needy little thing, aren't you?"

And when you moan in response, too wrecked to form words, she only fucks you harder.

Vi let out a low chuckle, her grip tightening as she slams into you, setting a relentless pace that has you gasping for air. The force of her thrusts send jolts of pleasure through your body, your fingers gripping the sheets as she keeps you exactly where she wants you.

"Fuckin' knew you'd take it like this," she growls, voice dripping with cocky satisfaction. "Look at you- so desperate, so fuckin' needy."

Another sharp slap lands on your ass, making you jolt. The sting only adds to the heat pooling in your core, and Vi knows it. She grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up so she can hear every little sound spilling from your lips.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" she taunts, leaning over you, her breath hot against your ear. "Too dumb to talk now? Thought you had more fight in you."

You whimper, body trembling as she ruts into you harder, deeper. The sheer force of her hips rocking into yours has you seeing stars, every nerve ending in your body burning with pleasure.

"That's what I thought," she chuckles, her voice thick with dominance. "Just my little fucktoy, huh? Taking everything I give you."

Her hand snakes around your throat, not squeezing—just holding, just a reminder of who’s in control. You let out a broken moan, back arching as the pressure of her strap against that perfect spot inside you sends you spiraling.

Vi’s grip tightens as she feels you clenching around her. "Oh, you gonna cum for me already?" she mocks, but there’s a dark satisfaction in her tone. "Go on, then. Make a fuckin’ mess on my cock."

And when you do, your whole body shaking as pleasure crashes over you, Vi only growls and keeps fucking you through it. "That’s my girl," she purrs, dragging her teeth over the shell of your ear. "But we’re not done yet."

She pulls back, smirking as she watches you struggle to hold yourself up, your legs trembling beneath you. But Vi doesn’t give you a chance to recover—she grabs your hips and starts again, rough, unrelenting.

"You wanted this," she reminds you, her voice husky dripping with power. "So now you’re gonna take every. Fucking. Inch."

Vi doesn’t slow down. If anything, she picks up the pace, fucking into you with bruising force, her grip on your hips keeping you from squirming away. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your moans and the low, satisfied growls from Vi’s throat.

"Look at you," she taunts, voice thick with amusement and hunger. "Fuckin' wrecked already, and I’m not even close to done with you."

Your arms tremble, barely holding you up, but Vi doesn’t care. She’s focused on the way you tighten around her with every thrust, how you gasp and whimper like you were made to take her.

"Didn't I tell you to stay down?" she snaps, landing another sharp slap to your ass. "Or do I need to tie you up to keep you still?"

You moan at the threat, body reacting before you can even think. Vi laughs darkly, dragging her nails down your back before gripping your waist again, her fingers sure to leave bruises by morning.

"Fuck, you’re loving this, aren’t you?" she purrs, leaning over you, pressing her chest against your back as she rolls her hips. "So desperate for me to ruin you."

You whimper something incoherent, and Vi smirks, pulling your head back by your hair. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Y-yes," you gasp, voice shaking. "I love it—please, Vi—"

"Please, what?" she interrupts, tone mockingly sweet. "Want me to go harder? Deeper? Want me to fuck you until you can’t even stand?"

You nod frantically, your body already on the verge of another climax. But Vi isn’t satisfied yet. She releases your hair, shoving your face back down against the mattress.

"Pathetic," she mutters, slamming into you so hard you swear you can feel her in your stomach. "You’re so fuckin' easy for me. Just a needy little slut, aren’t you?"

Her words send another rush of heat through you, and she notices immediately.

"Yeah? You like being my little fucktoy?" she chuckles, her voice husky with arousal. "Taking everything I give you, just like you should."

She reaches around, her fingers finding your swollen, aching clit. The second she touches you, your body jolts, already too sensitive, too overstimulated.

"Vi—I can't—" you sob, thighs trembling.

"Oh, you can," she growls, rubbing tight circles against your clit as she continues pounding into you. "And you will. You’re gonna cum for me again, and you're gonna take it like a good girl."

The pleasure is unbearable, white-hot, and all-consuming. You’re gasping, moaning, unable to do anything, but let Vi take exactly what she wants from you.

"Come on, sweetheart," she coaxes, her free hand gripping your throat as she fucks you through it. "Give it to me."

And when you do—when your whole body shakes, when your moans turn into broken cries, when you tighten around her so hard she groans—you know you’re completely at her mercy.

Vi doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. Doesn’t slow down.

"You thought I was done?" she chuckles darkly, her breath hot against your ear. "Oh, sweetheart… I’m just getting started."

[wlw-imagines]

Loose Batteries - Olivia Benson x Reader (Law & Order: SVU)

a/n: might try and catch up on the days i missed but also may never get time to go back - who knows!!

summary: You’re a civilian profiler - a trauma consultant often called in to support SVU victims who can't speak for themselves. You’ve been working with Olivia on a complex case involving a missing teenage girl, and what was meant to be an ordinary consult spiraled into a full-blown field operation, one that ended with you held at gunpoint and Olivia talking the suspect down with nothing but her voice and that impossible calm.

You survived. But something in you didn’t make it back whole. This is what happens after.

Part of May Prompts: Day Eleven, loose batteries

You don’t remember the sound of the gunshot. Not really.

The report was that it was deafening, sure, but that’s not what stuck with you. It was Olivia’s voice. Calm. Measured. Impossible in the chaos. You were on your knees, a suspect’s hand trembling around a trigger inches from your temple, and Olivia was talking him down like she had all the time in the world.

You made it out. Physically, you were fine.

But something inside you had shifted. Subtle. Invisible. Like a wire that quietly snapped behind the drywall.

You stop sleeping.

Not on purpose. You just lie awake and stare at the ceiling, running through every second of that day like you’re watching a movie on repeat. Loud noises make you flinch. Sharp movements make you sick.

You withdraw, professionally and personally. You miss a call from Fin. Leave a text from Olivia unread. You start turning down consults. The city never quiets, and now it feels like it’s moving too fast, like you’ve lost the rhythm.

Olivia notices. Of course she does. She always does.

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It starts with small things. A gentle knock on your office door when you haven’t shown up to the precinct in a week. A carefully worded voicemail - “Hey. No pressure. Just… wondering if you’re okay.” And then one night, she shows up at your apartment with two cups of coffee and a bag of takeout, no badge, no agenda.

You eat in silence. Cross-legged on the couch, a movie playing low in the background, you've started playing them 24/7 to distract you. But it's something neither of you are watching. Olivia opens the cartons, passes you a fork, lets the quiet fill the room like steam.

It should be awkward. But it’s not. She makes even the silence feel like something alive.

Halfway through the meal, the overhead light flickers. You both glance up. It buzzes once, then dies completely, dropping the room into dusk. You blink into the sudden shadow. Then stand up with a resigned sigh.

“Hang on,” you mutter, padding barefoot to the kitchen. You rummage through the drawer that holds the flashlight - the old, cheap one you always meant to replace.

You click the button. Nothing.

You smack the end against your palm. Still nothing.

“Flashlight’s dead,” you say, voice flat.

Behind you, Olivia shifts on the couch. “Maybe the batteries just got knocked loose.”

You freeze. The words echo - too perfectly. You look down at the flashlight in your hand, then back at her.

You give a sharp, humorless laugh, “Yeah. Sounds familiar.”

Her eyes catch yours, dark, unreadable. There’s a long pause.

And then, gently, she reaches out, her voice soft, “You don’t have to fix it alone.”

You want to scoff. To retreat behind sarcasm or stoicism or something easier. But you’re tired. You’re so tired. So instead, you whisper, “I’m not even sure how to start.”

Olivia sets her container aside. Wipes her hands slowly on a napkin. Then she leans forward, forearms on her knees, voice soft and impossibly certain.

“You start by sitting in the dark with someone who’s not afraid of it.”

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That night, you don’t ask her to stay.

She does anyway.

You fall asleep on the couch, finally, cheek pressed to a throw pillow that smells like takeout food and your vanilla dryer sheets. When you wake up at 3 a.m., the throw blanket you forgot about is tucked around your shoulders, and Olivia is sitting in your armchair, half-asleep, arms folded across her chest.

She doesn’t say a word. Just gives you a sleepy smile and closes her eyes again.

You don’t dream that night but you also don't wake up in a sweat, crying out from nightmares.

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Days pass. Olivia starts showing up more.

Not every day. But often enough that you stop questioning it. Sometimes she brings food. Sometimes books. Once, she shows up with a six-pack of AA batteries and a deadpan look.

“In case anything else around here has loose wiring.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that a metaphor, Benson?”

She shrugs, setting them on your counter. “Only if you need it to be.”

You don’t laugh, but your lips twitch. That’s the first time in weeks.

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You try going back to work. Once.

It’s an easy case, or it should be - a witness statement, routine follow-up. The victim is a teenager with wide, frightened eyes and a stammer that reminds you too much of yourself.

You freeze mid-question. The words evaporate.

Across the room, Olivia stands. Her movement is subtle, it's not rushed, not pitying. She crosses the space with practiced calm, her voice filling the silence where yours faltered.

She finishes the interview without breaking rhythm. The girl relaxes.

Later, in the hallway, you turn to her but avoid her non-judgemental gaze. It's too soft, it makes you feel too secure, “I couldn’t speak.”

“I know.”

“I let you down.”

“No, you didn’t.”

You look at her then, really look. And Olivia’s gaze is fierce and warm, all gravity.

“You’re not broken,” she says. “You just need a minute to find the switch again. You'll get there.” And she says it with so much certainty that you find yourself starting to believe her.

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The blackout hits Manhattan on a Sunday night.

You’re alone. A storm’s been crawling across the city all day, dark and impatient. When the lights die, it’s like a thread snaps in your spine. Your chest tightens.

It’s not the dark itself, it’s what it reminds you of. The chaos. The silence after.

You reach for the flashlight in your drawer. The old one.

It doesn’t turn on.

Your hands start to shake. You try again, but your fingers are clumsy, frantic. You feel your breathing spiral, too fast, too shallow. A panic attack in slow motion.

You can’t speak. But you grab your phone and hit one number. Olivia.

The line connects. You don’t say anything. You can’t.

She knows.

“I’m on my way,” she says. “Don’t hang up.”

Eleven minutes later, there’s a knock at your door, her rhythm, sharp-then-soft. You open it with trembling hands.

She doesn’t ask questions. She just steps inside, drops to the floor with you, presses a hand to your back.

“Breathe with me,” she whispers.

You try. You fail. You try again. Eventually, the storm passes.

You’re left in the silence, heart still raw, when you finally whisper, “I really hate the dark.”

“I know,” she says softly. “You don’t have to be in it alone.”

She reaches for the flashlight in your hands. Twists the end.

Click.

A soft beam of light flickers to life, weak but steady.

She holds it between you like a peace offering.

“See?” Olivia murmurs. “Just loose batteries.”

You don’t say thank you. Not out loud.

But the next day, she finds a sticky note on her desk that reads Still here. And a week later, when she shows up with dinner, you reach for her hand without thinking.

You never quite tell her everything. You don’t know how. But she never asks for more than you can give.

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She leaves a new flashlight on your counter. Sleek. Heavy-duty. Industrial-grade. A quiet promise in solid black metal.

You don’t say thank you.

But the next time she’s at your place and your hallway flickers again, you grab it without flinching, and she watches you with something close to pride in her eyes.

One night, weeks later, she’s leaving.

You walk her to the door, and she pauses in your doorway, pulling her coat tighter around her frame. There’s something in her face, something she’s not saying. You decide to tell her what you haven't been saying, to open up.

“Olivia.”

She glances back. “Yeah?”

You take a slow breath, “You’re the reason I didn’t burn out completely.”

Her expression falters for a heartbeat, something unguarded and almost vulnerable flickers across her face. Then she steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You were never broken,” she whispers. “Just… shaken. Happens to all of us.”

Your eyes burn. You reach up, not thinking, and thread your fingers into hers. “Yeah. But not everyone has you to put the batteries back in.”

That earns a smile, one that is real and soft-edged.

She leans in and presses her forehead to yours, breath warm against your cheek.

You don’t kiss.

But maybe you don’t need to.

Not yet.

Because in the dark, once again, you’re not alone.

[gtgbabie0]

{Somno with a very stressed and needy Caitlyn}

!!-18//MDNI-!! //CW// somno dubious consent scissoring lots of pet names ‘mommy’ is used twice 🎀✂️

It had been a long, exhausting week with mountains of paperwork stacked up on her desk, an endless stream of work that drowned her with stress. Another sleepless night, barely any time for herself, let alone you and a throbbing ache between her thighs as she drags herself to bed.

Her eyes immediately find you, curled up on your shared bed— a slither of moonlight peaks through the gap in the curtains, stretching along the floor, up to the bed and painting over your curves, along the softness of your face as you sleep oh so soundly. The silvery light singing her to you.

Caitlyn crawls into bed with a weary sigh, her body curling up against your own— the warmth of your soft skin felt so good, too good, it was almost embarrassing the way it made her cunt throb in need. She had promised you an early night yet failed to deliver, the clock taunts her with a harsh reminder. Three am. “Hmm, m’so sorry my love.” She whispers softly, pressing her face into the nape of your neck and breathing in deeply.

You don’t stir, not even a murmur—the feeling of her lips trailing, lingering warm, kisses over the slope over your shoulders and up along your neck makes it all too easy to stay snuggled up in dreamland. The fuzziness fills your mind like a warm blanket, keeping you sated.

“My sweet, beautiful girl.” She sighs, her hands becoming slightly braver— dipping beneath the blankets to skim her fingertips over your thigh, curling over the curve of your hip and caressing up to your waist only to drag back down again— pressing her hips to the curve of your ass.

You were so soft and pliable in this state, so very inviting and she could no longer ignore that burning in her lower abdomen— watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, the swell of your breasts. Besides, you must be feeling it too, right?— it’s why you fell asleep wearing that cute, silky two piece all for her, so without even a second of hesitation she pushes up the flimsy fabric of your tank top up to your collarbones, watching hungrily as your nipples harden beneath the cold air.

Her lips wrap around the sensitive bud, her tongue slowly flicking over the peak with a muffled moan— dark eyes flitting up to your face through her thick eyelashes as you let out a heavy sigh, turning your head to the side. Still asleep.

It was wrong, yes, but the way your breathing stutters slightly makes her head reel in several different ways and she really couldn’t stop her hand from slipping between your thighs to cup your clothed cunt over your underwear. It causes you to shuffle a little against the mattress, a small hum sounding out from the back of your throat and Caitlyn is quick to lull you back to sleep with a soothing, “Sshh— shh, my darling girl, m’here.” kissing up the valley of your breasts, words muffled against your jaw.

It’s enough to make you mumble something, such a sweet noise that makes her smile— nose gently nuzzling against your warm cheek. God she had missed you, your warmth, your scent.

“Mommy’s here princess.” She coos, letting herself go because at this point she’s in too deep, “Gonna take such good care of my girl, make you feel so good.”

Caitlyn sucks in a sharp breath as her middle finger runs along your slick folds— already so soaked, it made her cunt throb. Her eyes darken, fixed onto your pretty, sleeping face as she rubs slow circles over your clit, marvelling at the way your hips canter almost instinctively.

“Mm, you’re so wet—” she leans closer, brushing a kiss to your cheek so tenderly, “— are you dreaming about me baby, dreaming about me grinding my pussy over yours, yeah? bet you are.” God, she really hopes you are, the thought turns her on so much.

Shes moving before she can think, carefully sliding your damp panties down your legs then climbing over you with a shaky, excited breath— soft hand gently holding your leg at an angle before pressing her wet cunt to yours. The feeling causes you to stir, eyes fluttering open and brows furrowing. “Mmfm, c-cait?” The words escape you in one hushed whimper, all sleepily, jaw going slack as she grinds her wet heat against yours.

“Sshhh— shhh, mommys here, m’here—” She reaches a hand out to caress your cheek, as if trying to soothe you from the sudden feeling. “Just wanna take care of you, yeah?”

You’re all dazed, a string of incoherent murmurs as your hips lift upwards to meet her sloppy, desperate movements— her hand pushing on your thigh to press impossibly closer to you, dragging her slick folds over yours. “Mmhm, please.” Your words are drowsy, nodding your head without a single real thought passing through your cloudy mind as her clit presses to your own wetly, grinding with such a delicious friction.

“Good girl— fuck—” she pants, completely debauched, “I’ve got you— ah— gonna cum all of your pretty pussy— I can’t help it, you’re so addicting.” She’s a mess. Her hips jutting against yours clumsily, her thighs sticky with a mixture of you and her and she’s sure the bedsheets are soaked— but she doesn’t care, not at all, not when your cunt throbs and spasms needily against hers as she rocks into you, face pressed into your neck.

[v1sexual]

whoever edited this needs their pussy ate

[sleepyjackets]

frat!boy ellie headcannons

a/n: first time doing headcannons hella nervous

warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, x reader, breast fondling, strap, ellie's kinda a nerd, wlw, sesbian lex, frat!boy ellie, soft dom ellie

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who approaches you at a party, drink in hand begging for your number.

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who calls you "mama" in her attempts to flirt.

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who tripped over herself when you turned around since you practically gave her whipflash to be frank she didn't expect you to be that pretty.

☮︎ frat!bot ellie, who unironically patted herself on the back when you agreed to go home with her.

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who's dorm was surprisingly the neatest out of her whole frat's (and you've throughly explored the other dorms).

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who was surprisingly good at undoing your bra with one hand.

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who did a double take after you let out a shameless whimper at the insertion of her 6-inch strap

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who asked to do missionary for no reason other than wanting to stare into your eyes

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who got disappointed when you shut your eyes as you came since she would've loved to see that pretty glint run across your pupils

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who wasn't all to disappointed because she got to hear one last pretty moan of yours as you released your slick all over her rubber strap

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who wanted one last feel up on your perfectly sculpted tits before you both could throw on sad excuses for sleepwear and go to bed.

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who never really enjoyed her hookups all to much but got a little more than attached after one night with you.

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who woke up with you half naked and in her arms, silently hoping you didn't wake up because she can't remember the last time one of her hook ups actually stayed by hers this long

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who wasted no time asking you on a date the second you woke up

☮︎ frat!boy ellie, who gave you an awkward thumbs up paired with "cool beans" after you agreed to a date with a smile on your face

[fleurvi]

Big Chested S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with big titty gfs

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genre: smut (minors dni)

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

cw: fem!reader, big chested!reader, titty play, titty sucking, marking (vi), titty slapping (grayson), strap on sex (grayson, sevika)

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Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa cannot keep her hands to herself. She had invited you to soak in the bath with her and cleared the attendants and guards from the room when you first entered, leaving the two of you alone. You're sitting between her legs with your head against her chest.

Within minutes, her hands reach around to your chest. She squeezes roughly; she treasures you, but you're a grown woman and can take some rough handling.

“Touch yourself for me”, she all but orders, and you listen, hand slipping beneath the warm water to play with your slit while she gropes your tits and rolls your nipples between her fingers. “Does that feel good?”

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Caitlyn Kiramman

DIABOLICAL ORAL FIXATION.

Cait finally comes to bed and finds you lying awake with a book. “You didn't have to wait for me,” she says, crawling over to your lap instead of her own side of the bed.

“I'll always wait for you, you know that”, you sigh in response. She pulls you into a kiss to show appreciation before trailing her lips down your neck and collarbone. When she gets to your chest, She lifts her head to look you in the eyes before leaning down again to take one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it. She presses a finger to your hole as she pulls away from your chest.

“Can I touch you while I suck on these gorgeous tits?” she asks, smile splitting into a grin as she lowers her head back down.

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Grayson

She likes to watch them bounce as you ride her strap.

“Yeah, just like that”, she grunts as you bounce on the toy. She calls it training. She knows it's not right to engage with a subordinate in this way, but when you make such a pretty picture to look at, who is she to deny herself? She's not making eye contact with you though, focused on your chest in her face. When you slow down a little, thighs burning with the ache of riding, she brings a hand up to harshly slap them. “Why are you slowing down? I'm not finished with your training,” she says, hands gripping your hips to assist you in gaining back your pace. “If you keep up just like that, I'll give you a reward.”

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Mel Medarda

Mel asks you to model topless for her so she can paint you. You have to get her back on course multiple times because she keeps getting distracted by your tits.

“I thought you were a woman of composure”, you tease as she gets caught staring again. She rolls her eyes in response.

“I've been finished for five minutes; I just wanted extra time to stare at them,” Mel says matter of factly. You get up from where you've been posing, engulfing her in a back hug as you examine her artwork. It's impressive. She paints you in such a sensual light. Your hands drop from her hips to her thighs. “While I was painting your chest, I was thinking about having them as my next canvas.”

“Yeah? If you show me how much you like them, I'll think about it,” you say as she turns in your arms, ready to walk you over to her bed and worship your chest with her mouth.

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Sevika

Sevika likes to feel them rub against yours as she fucks you nice and deep. She thrusts her hips, grinding her cock inside you. You'd been begging for her to get the strap and fuck you, and now that she's inside, you're a drooling mess. She's completely covering you, pressing her muscular body on top of yours. The way your sensitive nipples rub against her chest as she rocks against you makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Skin-on-skin contact is Sevika's weakness.

Sevika has a very short list of things that get her going, and your tits are top of that list.

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Vi

After a rough fight, Vi will find an empty room, back you up against the wall and let out all her pent-up energy on your tits. She loves to leave marks, decorating your chest with hickies and bite marks. She's enthusiastic, letting her actions tell you how she feels. She's desperate with how her tongue drags along your skin, and her teeth sink in. Her mouth is too occupied to speak, but you can hear the curses she grits out between biting and sucking on your precious skin. She's also a proud woman, and knowing you have her marks on you fuels her to do more. Your boobs are the perfect destresser for her.

“Fuck, look at you”, she growls, admiring her dirty work. “Always so fucking pretty.”

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Thank you so much for requesting, I'm so abnormal about the arcane ladies, I need to write more for them. I hope you enjoyed!!

[caitlinsnicket]

yelena belova relationship headcanons

warnings: angst if you look really hard for it, mostly fluff

a/n: i have become enchanted by these people and now i cant stop please send help. also who knew i still could write things this long? ha!

masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi

so so so touch-starved, just melts whenever she gets to hug you.

holding her face and kissing her cheeks and forehead used to make her eyes water, heart ready to burst out of her chest, her arms almost automatically jumping up to hold you closer and feel your warmth.

she likes it when you hold her from behind, your hands coming to rest on her stomach like a warm anchor. she insists you do it when she cooks or brushes her teeth, every now and then pulling you to her in front of others. she just enjoys the closeness and the pressure.

loves eye contact. could spend a long time just looking straight into your eyes without blinking. you might be watching a movie or showing her something on your phone, and suddenly she’ll go quiet. when you look back at her, she’s just… staring back.

whenever the two of you are having a conversation (important or unimportant), she’ll look right at you and give you her full attention. that’s also happened when she was driving, which you had to call her out for. she just laughed you off, as if paying attention to the road instead of you rambling about something you read recently was an insane request.

gets anxious if the two of you go too long without talking, even if everything is okay. she doesn’t like being left alone with her thoughts and always wants to make sure you’re okay.

she’s also a little scared of coming off as clingy or too emotional, but she can’t help herself, and after a lot of reassurance, she eases up bit by bit until she’s completely comfortable with you.

you know her humor is less than kind at best, but the more time the two of you spend together, the less bite there is behind her words. she’ll banter with you, pull lightly on your hair, and pinch your sides when it’s just the two of you and she feels extra bold, but it seems like she’s incapable of joking around with you as rudely as she does with others.

when the two of you fight, it’s mostly over trivial things rather than anything serious. she’s always weirded out that you seem to be completely okay with the fighting, going away for weeks and often bringing work home, but end up bickering about unwashed dishes or the way you said something.

and at first, she’s fine. but as things progress and your voices start to rise, she can’t help the tears that well in her eyes, the way her voice cracks and her lip quivers. she holds your hand then, no matter how angry the two of you are, and says, “i love you right now, okay?” she only stops crying after you say it back. it’s the only way she can get through those moments without having a full mental breakdown.

she always gets creative with her makeup, eyeliner colorful and dark lipstick as usual, and sometimes she sits in front of you with her makeup bag, eyes closed, waiting for you to do it for her. she does it once a week now, excited about how you portray her and what you think looks best on her (might invite bob to one of your makeup sessions).

after you get to know her completely, you understand how much she loves building her own style and personality little by little. that means she’ll love gifts and clothing you surprise her with, but she’ll adore it even more when you take her out to pick her own stuff and then buy it for her.

she’ll start off self-conscious and shy, but as the two of you go through more stores and you reassure her that she’s free to choose whatever she wants (even that damn ugly sweater with the puffy sleeves), she lets herself get whatever catches her eye. she holds your hand the entire time and pulls you along with her.

once she found youtube tutorials on how to sew and modify clothes, she started stealing yours every now and again to add new pockets, embroidery, and other little details just to make your day. the next time you wear it, not only will it smell like her, but it’ll be way more useful (in her words).

she also feels like she’s marked you. not in a possessive way, but as a way for you to always carry her close.

your clothes are no longer just your clothes, and the same goes for hers. after a few months, she’ll just put all your clothing in her own wardrobe and get rid of any other place where you might keep your things. excluding underwear, it’s become normal for the two of you to morph into each other, your smells mingling into something entirely new.

if someone asks, she’ll say it was hers all along. but deep down, she likes that she can wear something that belonged to you, that she’s now shared the same space as you. she might deny it, but her heart always flutters whenever the two of you go to sleep in each other’s clothes. the sense of belonging floods her, and all she can do is squeeze you against her to stop her eyes from watering.

she’ll always have something ready for you to eat when you get home after a day out, maybe some of that mac and cheese that she loves so much, or a full-course meal that’ll last a few days so you can reheat it whenever you want. she also cooks extra portions when she has to be away for a while on a mission, worrying about your well being.

when you pack her lunch for the first time, it becomes her favorite meal of the day, not so much for your cooking, but because you made something for her. you thought about her before starting your day, and that’s what gets her. she likes being looked after, even though she doesn’t need to be. she refuses to share even a bite with anyone (no one asks anymore).

rainy days are her favorite days. she remakes the bed with fresh sheets, new blankets, the few stuffed animals she won for you at a fair sitting politely in the very center of it. the two of you drink tea in the kitchen, socks on your feet mismatched from the laundry, and after you put the cups in the sink, she holds your hand and pulls you toward the nest she’s made.

the window stays closed, the curtains pulled so the two of you can watch the sun go down and the rain fall. yelena sings a lullaby so low you think you might be imagining it. she lays with her head under your chin, nose buried in your neck, hands tracing shapes beneath your shirt. she can’t help but sigh happily when you hold her back, kissing her forehead and tangling your feet with hers.

she drifts off still humming, warm and soft in the safest place in the world.

[limerlove]

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.

[cybrasigilism]

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

content warnings: smut | winners love winning | fingering | cunnilingus | not proofread! | out of game AU | punk rocker! semi 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 :>

[gpcwsl]

leah x single mom?

Leah Williamson x Reader

Unicorn Castle

WC: 1366

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: none? Unless you count Leah being a child as a warning.

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It was a quiet kind of morning—the sort that made time stretch long and lazy. Leah Williamson had finally given herself a day off. No alarms, no training, no press. Just silence, warmth, and the not-so-hot chocolate she was now nursing, lukewarm and barely tolerable. She didn’t even know why she’d made it. She didn’t like hot chocolate. Hated coffee. Tea was…meh. But the mug was warm when she first held it, and that had been enough.

Wrapped in a hoodie two sizes too big, she stood at her window, letting the outside world move without her. That’s when she saw you.

A moving van sat half-parked across the drive of the house next door. You were there, pulling a box from the back with effort you didn’t bother to hide. Your hair was a little windswept, your hoodie riding up slightly as you hoisted the box against your hip. Leah didn’t recognise you. She was good with faces—mostly. Still, she figured you were just moving in.

Then she noticed the chalk.

A toddler sat on the concrete, giggling, her hands and knees dusted in colours as she scribbled large swirls on the driveway. Blues, pinks, oranges. She paused only to clap at her own artwork. Leah smiled without meaning to. It was soft. Familiar, even though it wasn’t.

Her half-drunk hot chocolate was abandoned on the windowsill.

She moved on instinct, running a hand through her mess of blonde hair, trying to act casual as she slipped outside. The air had that in-between chill of a British spring—brisk enough to sting, but sunny enough to excuse staying outside too long. She walked across her lawn and toward you, casually clearing her throat like this wasn’t weird.

“Hey, uh—need a hand?” she asked, jerking her chin toward the van. “Boxes look a bit brutal.”

You blinked at her, surprised. “Oh! No, I’m okay, thank you though. Just the last few left.”

Leah opened her mouth to argue, to insist even though you’d already said no—but she didn’t get the chance.

“Can you draw wif me?”

The tiny voice was unexpected, and Leah looked down to see the toddler gazing up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. She held out a piece of purple chalk like it was a gift from a king’s treasury.

Leah hesitated. She glanced at you. You smiled—tired but amused—and gave her a small shrug, like, go on then.

So Leah sat down.

Right there on the concrete in her grey joggers, next to a chalk rainbow that led to nowhere, she let the little girl press a stub of pink into her hand. “I’m making a unicorn castle,” the toddler announced seriously.

“Obviously,” Leah said, nodding like it was the most important task in the world.

And for the next little while, it was.

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“More pink!” the toddler insisted, crawling across the chalk-covered drive like a miniature art director. Her curls bounced with every movement, and her eyes sparkled with delight.

“Yes, boss,” Leah grinned, tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she carefully outlined the base of what was apparently the castle moat. Her hands were now more chalk than skin, her joggers stained in swirls of green and blue. She didn’t care. Honestly? She was having a ridiculous amount of fun.

“You never told me your name,” Leah said, glancing sideways at the tiny human now sprawled on her stomach, drawing stars in the sky.

“Luna,” the girl replied without looking up, like it was obvious.

“Luna,” Leah repeated, smiling. “Coolest name ever. You picked it?”

“No,” Luna said, finally looking at her, like she was the ridiculous one now. “My mummy did.”

Leah’s heart tripped over itself for a moment. Right. Mummy. She glanced toward the van—just in time to see you struggling with what looked like the last, and biggest, box.

Without hesitation, she stood up, brushing chalk dust from her knees and smearing it across her hoodie. “Hold the castle, Luna,” she said with mock seriousness. “Don’t let it fall.”

Luna saluted.

Leah jogged over just as you shifted the weight of the box in your arms, clearly trying not to let it win. “Whoa—okay, give me that,” she said, reaching for it without waiting for your permission.

“I’ve got it,” you tried, already breathless.

“You had it. Now I’ve got it.”

She winked. Cheeky. Confident. Slightly out of breath from sprinting five whole metres.

You let go, surrendering with a soft laugh and a muttered “thanks,” brushing a strand of hair from your face as she easily hauled the box inside.

Inside, your house smelled like new paint and cardboard. You held the door open as Leah stepped through, setting the box down in the hallway with a small grunt.

“Alright,” she said, standing straight and dusting off her hands, “you’re officially moved in.”

“Didn’t realise I’d hired help,” you teased.

“I come with the neighbourhood,” she shot back, eyes glinting. “Very low rates. Payment in chalk or juice boxes.”

You laughed again, and it lit something warm in Leah’s chest. She liked the sound of it. Too much, probably.

And that’s when it hit her. This…feeling. This strange, giddy pulse under her skin. She’d barely met you, had only known your name for maybe two minutes, but there was something there. An ease. A pull.

But then the second thought came just as fast. What if she doesn’t like women? And even if she did… what if she’s not single?

Luna’s words echoed in her head: My mummy did.

Leah’s heart did that awkward thing again. She looked back at you. You were watching her. Smiling. Grateful. Beautiful.

And she had no idea what to do with any of it.

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Leah leaned her shoulder against the doorframe, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over a smudge of chalk still clinging to her palm. You’d taken a seat on the bottom stair, finally looking less weighed down now that the last box was off your back.

“So,” she said, folding her arms, “do I get to know your name, or am I just going to keep calling you Luna’s mum forever?”

You smirked. “Y/N,” you said easily, offering your hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

She took it, warm and soft in hers, the shake gentle and lingering for a second longer than necessary. “Leah,” she replied, like you didn’t already know—like her name wasn’t all over the telly and on jerseys across London.

“I figured,” you said with a knowing look. “Luna recognised you before I did. Thought you were someone from Paw Patrol at first.”

Leah let out a bark of laughter. “You’re joking.”

“She gets excited over the bin truck, don’t flatter yourself.”

Another laugh, lower this time, and Leah couldn’t stop smiling. You had this calmness about you that made her feel… grounded. Like the chaos of her world couldn’t quite reach this doorstep. “So,” you said, stretching your legs out, “you having a good time with my daughter out there?”

“Good time?” Leah echoed, glancing toward the driveway through the open door. “Y/N, I’ve been promoted to Royal Architect of the Unicorn Kingdom. I’m considering retiring from football.”

You grinned, but before you could respond—

“LEEAAAHHHHHH!”

Both of you jumped slightly as Luna’s voice rang out, loud and full of authority.

“Where are you?! The dragon’s coming and you’ve got the SWORD!”

Leah’s eyes widened in mock panic. “Oh no—the sword.”

You barely had time to blink before she was off, spinning on her heel and half-jogging back down the path.

“Hold on, Luna! I’m coming! Don’t let the dragon eat my horse!”

You stood in the doorway, arms folded, watching her skid back into the chalk battlefield like she’d been born for it.

And maybe she had. Because watching her crouch back down, eyes wide, pretending to hand over an invisible sword to your equally dramatic daughter—it made something flutter quietly in your chest.

It was hard not to wonder if this moment was a one-off.

Or if she’d be back tomorrow.

Just in time for another dragon.

[elswhore]

juju smut prompt 37 🙏 (overstim)

prompt 37 "stay with me." ── overstism. strap on.

your breaths came in short, ragged gasps, each one catching in your throat as juju’s rhythm drove you to the edge, she moved with a relentless precision, her strap hitting every spot that made your body tremble and arch beneath her.

your fingers clutched at the sheets, then at her arms, before finally tapping weakly against her shoulder in a desperate plea for a moment’s reprieve, juju’s eyes flicked down to meet yours, a glint of amusement sparking in their depths as she slowed just enough to let you catch your breath.

her lips curled into a soft, teasing chuckle. “you tappin’ out, baby?” she murmured, her voice low and husky, her hands, warm and steady, slid down to grip your hips, holding you in place as she leaned closer, her breath brushing against your flushed skin.

you tried to form words, but all that came out was a shaky, “juju—fuck—” your body was alight, every nerve singing under her touch, and though your mind screamed for a pause, your hips betrayed you, rocking faintly to meet her.

she laughed again, a soft, rich sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “stay with me,” she coaxed, her tone a blend of command and tenderness, one hand trailed up your side, her thumb brushing soothingly over your ribcage as she resumed, each thrust was measured, drawing out the intensity, making you feel every inch of her.

[slut4megantheestallion]

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.

[b-lossm]

•+*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 !!

[gtgbabie0]

Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: {Sevika has some trouble with her mechanical arm, you offer her help} For my other works my Masterlist is here <3

softSevika,softSevika,softSevika! Enjoy my lovelies <3 💕

The pale light of the moon was drowned out by the neon signs that flicker soft colours of pink and blue which bleed through your small apartment, it was the only source of light guiding Sevika through the room before she finds the light switch, clumsily flicking it on.

It had all gone so horribly wrong so quickly, what was meant to be a simple drop off and pick up turned into a violent mess— fucking useless, she thought bitterly. It’d be the last time she would work with some newbies who couldn’t tell their left from their right.

Her frustrations were bubbling over, that much was clear when she slams the front door shut, immediately wincing at the loud noise and once again she silently curses, this time at herself.

It was well past midnight and you were definitely knocked out like a light, it was endearing how quickly you fell asleep, one moment the pair of you would be talking then the very next you were snoring your head off. The thought of you curled up in your shared bed with your face smushed against the soft pillows makes her smile— the type that softens her hardened features.

It almost made her forget about the dull ache that seized her muscles, almost. She needed a drink.

So with a bottle of whiskey and her toolbox, you had so kindly brought for her spread out on the coffee table she sat down on the couch trying to fix the mess that had become of her mechanical arm— which was so much more harder to do by herself, without you there to unscrew the screws she couldn’t reach or to hand her the right tools… or to caress her cheek with those soft hands of yours, fuck, she had missed you more then she’d like to admit.

Sevika had been at it for hours, fumbling with one stubborn screw that had been lodged stuck. It refused to come loose for love nor money and it was driving her up the damn wall that she throws the stupid screwdriver across the room, watching it bounce across the wooden floorboards with a loud clang and a thud.

She stares down at it with a small scowl, scoffing before reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“Sev?— what’re you doing?” Your soft voice, heavy with sleep ripples through the silence, breaking down the spell of anger that seemed ever present.

“Nothing, go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” She mumbles the reply, ducking her head down to look at the floor beneath her, it was almost ridiculous how fast the guilt hit her. She’d woken you up at god knows what time with her banging around.

You shake your head at her dismissal, padding your way over to her with a small frown— your hands tightening the silk robe you had wrapped around your body. Without a word she moves her legs so you can perch yourself on the edge of the coffee table, sitting in front of her.

“You won’t be able to fix it if you’re drunk.” You tell her, a small smirk ghosting over your lips as you watch her put the bottle of whiskey down on the table with a small huff.

“It’s not the alcohol—” Sevika replies gruffly, her heart skipping a few beats at the feeling of your hand against her knee as you rummage through her toolbox. “It needs a specific part.” Gods, you made her feel like a lovesick fool sometimes but damn if she didn’t absolutely adore the feeling.

With a soft hum, you let your fingertips graze along the metal fixings of her prosthetic arm, the joints were all broken and a couple of cogs were missing— it’d be easier to fix if it was detached and by the look on Sevika’s face she knew this… but it was a pain to do.

“I could-” you go to offer her an alternative, eyes skimming across the mechanical arm as your tired mind runs a mile a minute.

“Just help me take it off,” She concedes with a weary sigh, nodding over to the screwdriver which you’re quick to pick up.

She didn’t like having it off, to feel so vulnerable and defenceless. In a strange way, it scared her. Sure she could probably knock a guy or two out with one hand but it was still daunting to feel so stripped in such a way.

You stand up from the coffee table, situating yourself in between her legs as you begin to gently unscrew the bolts, handing them over to her one after another as she puts them safely into a bag. Then with a soft hiss of air, the arm comes loose, the weight falling from Sevika’s shoulder and down on the sofa beside her.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow… get that specific piece.” You promise her with a tender smile, looking down at her from where you stand with her rough hand resting over the curve of your hips from between the opening of your silken robe— caressing up to your waist slowly.

“Mmhm.” She hums in agreement, leaning forwards to bury her face into your soft tummy with a heavy sigh that borders on a groan as you skim your fingertips along her cheek and through her hair ever so slowly that it has her nuzzling into you like a damn cat.

Gods, you knew just how to dismantle her… you were a dangerous woman— her kryptonite.

“C’mere.” She mutters, pulling you down onto her lap without a single second thought. Her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her as you melt into her body— her fingers brushing along your hip.

“Come to bed Sev— you look like you’re about to pass out.” You whisper, turning your head to get a good look at her with those soft eyes of yours… so tired and sweet.

“I will just let me hold you like this for a minute.” She replies back, bumping her forehead against your own— pressing a kiss to your cheek then burying her face into the crook of your shoulder, a muffled ‘I love you’ spoken into your skin.

[v1sexual]

power couple | vi, arcane

basketball player! vi x cheerleader! reader

warning/s: cursing, minor injury (?)

summary: in which you and vi have been keeping your relationship a secret from the public, but that was until an unfortunate injury during the nationals.

note: i am so sorry if this sucks lmao, i haven’t written anything in like almost a year. also i’ve been obsessed with the wnba lately so expect the next few fics to be basketball related… oops! also i have zero knowledge about cheer and about a 30% knowledge when it comes to basketball. anyways i hope you guys enjoy! sorry for any mistakes and spelling errors, also i had no idea how to end that. plus this fic was written at 3 in the morning.

hiding your relationship from the public has never been easy, but you and vi have both agreed that it would be for the best knowing that both of your lives will always be under the watchful eye of the public. your friends have been very helpful in helping hide the relationship, but with all the rumours going around and “evidence” circulating the media they could only do so much. especially when vi has a habit of always needing to touch you, and you being a sucker for vi’s touch.

exhibit a:

after a tough but rewarding game against piltover university, zaun’s basketball team decided to celebrate by going to the last drop for a round of drinks. jinx, in true jinx fashion, decided to host a live on one of her social media platforms. the live started out quite normal, fans asking questions, fans wanting to see specific team members etc.

“yo vi,” jinx called out to her sister. “the fans wanted to see you.” she then panned the camera to her right, showing vi sitting at the corner of the booth with you on her lap and her head on your shoulder.

sevika, who was standing next to jinx snatched her phone away, her eyes bulging from her head as she nodded towards vi and you. jinx laughed nervously and immediately changed the topic, as you hopped o vi’s lap (much to vi’s dismay).

@iluvbball: DID U GUYS SEE THAT

@munchmadness: WAS THAT A GIRL ON VI’S LAP???

@zaunbball4ever: call me crazy but is that (name)??? lLIKE CHEER CAPTAIN (NAME)??

sevika snorts and rolled her eyes, “you guys are crazy. there’s no way vi can pull her or anyone actually.” jinx nods in agreement, yapping about how she would know since she’s vi sister.

you rolled your eyes playfully at two, snickering as you ordered another round of drinks. vi squeezes next to jinx to say hi to the live, lying through her teeth saying that she just came back from the bathroom but the fans weren’t having it.

@igotjinxed: STOP LYINGG

@sevikasarms: bro ur nose is growing stop lying

@ilovegert: no because who else would have that fuckass haircut???

“yo leave my haircut out of this,” vi whined as her teammates cackled, which only made the fans eat the dating rumour up.

exhibit b:

after the chaotic live at the lost drop, you and vi (plus the whole basketball team) decided to be more careful. always making sure to hide from the cameras, started to plan date nights in your dorms, and just trying to tone down your interactions.

during your one year anniversary, vi booked a weekend getaway for the two of you at a cabin located in a small town two hours away from zaun. the two of you were still cautious of course, wearing your caps low and sunglasses resting on your noses. but of course, it’s still not enough.

during your last night at the cabin, you and vi decided to visit the village park to check out the local festival. the two of you were seated at one of the benches watching the fireworks when a camera flash from the distance caught your eye. vi froze as you buried your head in her neck,

“did you think they caught our faces?” you whispered as vi placed her arm around you, her hands covering your face. she shook her head, “i don’t think so, plus we both have our hoods up so they can’t drag my hair into this.’

you giggled, “poor you.”

the next day, on your back to zaun university, a call from sevika interrupted you and vi’s road trip karaoke sesh.

“have you guys opened any of your social media accounts?” she screeched, holding jinx’s cracked phone up. lo and behold, it was the picture from last night. vi’s arms around you, your head on her shoulder, but the two of you had your backs turned from whoever took the picture. the photos were grainy, a bit blurry, but there was one where you can make out the faint features of vi’s side profile as her head faces you. a small tuft of her pink hair peeking from her jackets hood, her crooked nose adorned with her nose piercing, and those powder blue eyes soft with affection.

you shrugged, “i don’t think its that bad.” vi nods in agreement, keeping her eyes on the road. “we literally have seen worse,” she added.

when the call ended, you decided to open your socials making sure you were using one of your dump accounts. “the comments are crazy,” you laughed, reading vi your favorites.

@nationsnumber1: okay but this is actually so sweet i want to cuddle and watch the fireworks too

@wassapphic: idek if this is actually vi and (name) like pls its so grainy and they’re not even facing the camera BUT this is so them coded

@iluvwomenwhohoops: nah man see that pink hair in the last photo??

@hoopsalot: idc if this isn’t them, my delusional heart say it is

exhibit c:

one of the perks of being in the cheer team is that you get to watch to vi play and cheer for her at the same time without anyone twisting it into something else. so here you are, courtside with the rest of the cheer team, clutching your pompoms as vi and the girls go neck to neck with piltover for the nationals.

every time vi shoots a three (or a two) she shoots you a quick glance, a smug smile on her face. she’s been doing this since the two of you started dating, but she’s been way more obvious about it recently. her gaze would linger, hell she’d even shoot a wink and it was enough for fans to notice. the next thing you know edits of you and her starts taking the internet by storm. but the crowd’s favorite edit is probably the one that has guilty as sin by taylor swift as the background music of a video compilation of you and vi.

@zaunufaves: is this wlw?

@getmiloed: you mean GAYlty as sin

@wlwbballs: i love the basketball player x cheerleader trope

@basketbawler: very “he was a punk and she did ballet” coded

“so much for being subtle violet,” you sighed, resting your head on her shoulder as the two of you scroll through tiktok.

—

it’s been two years of you and vi hiding your relationship from the public, but at this this point the whole world believes that there truly is something between you and her. the only reason why it’s not official yet is because, well, the two of you haven’t hard launched or confirmed anything. during interviews where reporters would bring up your relationship status, the two of you would always redirect the question or answer neutrally, not really denying or confirming anything. but that was until the nationals, zaun university vs the university of piltover. the game of the century, violet lanes vs. caitlyn kiramman, coach vander vs. coach silco.

the game was tough, both teams are going neck to neck, at the end of the second quarter piltover and zaun were tied 38-38. both teams were getting ready to head into their locker room to regroup and discuss the game plan, which means it was time for the cheer teams to shine. on your way to the court, you passed by the team and a series of “goodluck’ were exchanged.

“i’ll be watching you baby,” vi whispered under her breath as she passed by you, jinx groaned in annoyance and pushed her inside the tunnel after giving you and the other cheerleaders a high five.

ekko, one of your spotters and jinx’s boyfriend, elbowed you. “man you guys are so obvious.” he teases, you laughed and rolled your eyes. “let’s just focus on the routine.”

the routine went well as expected, heck it was perfect. your coach smiled and cheered from the sidelines, proud of you and the rest of the cheer team. as you guys got into the last part of the routine, somehow something went wrong. during one of the last stunts, one where you were thrown in the air, one that you and your team have practically perfected, you slipped. one second you’re in the air and the next thing you know you were falling. you tried your best to land on your feet in attempt to somewhat save the routine, but the landing was off as expected (since you weren’t supposed to land on the ground at all).

you clutched your ankle in pain, face paling as you looked at the way it bended unnaturally. your team scattered around you, shouting for medic and blocking you from the camera’s view. you laid there, tears streaming your face as your ankle swell up. your coach knelt next to you, “you did great (name), you’re okay.” she whispered ass you apologize profusely.

as you tried to even your breaths out, you heard vi shouting.

“move!” your girlfriend shouted, squeezing through the huddle your teammates made. vi was immediately on your side, her hands cupping your face. “you’re okay baby, breathe for me.”

“what are you doing here?” you whispered, ignoring your coach’s stare. “the media will—“

vi shuts you up with a kiss, “fuck that. you’re injured (name), i don’t care what they say.”

you nodded, resting you head on her lap as you waited for the medical team to arrive.

ekko handed you a towel which vi draped over your head as they loaded you to the stretcher. you can’t help but groan when your ankle was moved, vi immediately gripped your hands and told you that it was going to be okay, that the pain will be temporary. as the medics take you away vi followed, well attempted to but you shooed her away.

“you have a game to play violet,” you whispered harshly. she shakes her head, “but i want to be beside you, help you feel better.”

“the only thing you can do to help me feel better is if you win this vi,” you argued. “you practiced and trained your whole life for this and i’ll be damned if i let you miss it just because i got my ankle sprained.”

vi sighs, she squeezed your hand tight. “you sure?”

“knock ‘em dead violet,” you smiled, squeezing her hand back. vi nods slowly as she let your hand go, but before she went back to her team she pulled you in for a kiss. you kissed her back, a soft sigh escaping your lips when she pulled away. “make sure you watch yeah?” you replied with a nod before ushering her away as the medical team took you to a tent.

—

as the medics treat your ankle, you watched a live recording of the game on your phone. two quarters later, zaun emerges victorious winning this year’s national.

“oh thank god,” you murmured. you quickly sent vi and the rest of the team a short congratulatory text before putting your attention back to the livestream. a smile formed on your lips as members of the basketball team were pulled individually for short interviews, you laughed at how everyone was energized and pumped up (especially jinx who was literally vibrating during interview). then last but not the least was vi, your girl had a huge grin on her face as she happily answered the reporter’s questions but you could tell she wanted to get out of there quick.

“okay vi last question,” the reporter said. “during the halftime cheer performance, we all saw how you ran to cheer captain (name)’s side. heck, you even helped her onto the stretcher and refused to leave her side until she told you to go play and win tonight. the two of you have always never denied nor confirm the dating rumour that’s been brewing for two years now, but i think tonight changes that now? especially because of the sweet kiss you shared before you went back courtside, any comments?”

you groaned, completely forgetting about the kiss. you watched vi, you can see the cogs in her head turning. she stayed quiet for a minute, you knew how important it is for her to ask your opinion on what to and what not to say publicly about your relationship, but at this point the kiss pretty much confirms it.

“yeah i guess the cat’s out of the bag.” vi smiles at the camera and shrugs, “(name) and i have been together for awhile now. we weren’t really trying to keep it a secret, just private. but tonight changes it you know? seeing my girl get injured like that was just— yeah.”

the reporter nods, “thank you vi. before you go, is there anything you want to say to her? knowing that she’s watching this?”

“hey baby.” vi smiles cheekily at the camera. “i cannot thank you enough for the support and motivation. i couldn’t have done it without you, i love you so much my cheerleader.” she winked as everyone laughs.

“sweet, thanks vi.” the reporter said as vi went back to her team as they presented trophies. “there you have it folks, this year’s national champions and couple of the year.”

your jaw drops, you were absolutely speechless. the nurse who sat at the desk near you let’s out a chuckle which only made your cheeks grew 10x redder than it was.

—

“i swear the internet is eating this up,” jinx said, as you and the rest of your friend group lounged at vi’s dorm. jinx’s phone was connected to the tv as everyone watched replays of the games, fan edits, and fan reactions to the championship game. you and vi were tucked away at the corner of the couch, your feet propped up on one of foot rests as she cuddled you.

after a couple of minutes of mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, jinx stumbled upon a new fan edit of you and vi. the clips were taken from her interview and the kiss that happened on live tv.

“i cannot believed you guys did that,” sevika said as she shook her head, laughing as jinx scrolled through the comments projecting it through the tv.

@ho0p3r: AND THE GAYS WIN AGAIN

@iloveyn: i told you guys they were dating! can’t believe i got called crazy for shipping them

@zaunch33r: this may or may not be the best thing to happen in women’s college bball

@ynandvi4ever: (ship name) deniers how are ya’ll feeling

@sapph1csports: me and WHO

you rolled your eyes playfully and just buried your face in vi’s chest as she laughed. she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “at least we won’t have to spout anymore stupid excuses.”

[tinkerbellknockoff]

jinx's housewife // jinx x fem!reader

jinx's housewife // jinx x fem!reader

jinx bagged a baddie who takes care of her at home.

-- a/n: did this on a bored whim. enjoy!

Jinx knew you had to be hers after she had walked into a small cafe in the depths of zaun and was greeted with your soft smile and greeting

Jinx began to regularly visit the cafe, even after silco had begun to notice her strange absences and chastised her for possibly getting distracted, her waving him off with a blink of an eye and telling him to “not be so worried about it”

Jinx gradually increased her flirting efforts with each visit, successfully catching you during every one of your shifts (she had memorized your schedule)

Outsiders could have possibly taken her flirting for strange, but you were oddly into it so that didn’t matter! 

It took her a while, but eventually, she had finally bagged you (which she was ecstatic about, leaping into your arms), and after a year of dating, you had moved into her workshop

Some events started happening near the area of your cafe, Jinx becoming gradually worried at the notice of shimmer activity in the area, 

“Princess, are you sure you’re going to work? I can’t always protect ya, ya know?”

You shrugged it off. You’ve seen worse. 

You quit after you actually did in fact see worse. A man on shimmer had broken into your cafe, robbing you while you were at the cashier, and Jinx had forced you to quit the second she heard about it

So, you began moving your baking abilities to Jinx’s workshop, beginning to make it a regular pattern for you to make goods for her

“Princess, is this for me?” She’d come up behind you, wrapping her slender arms around your face and placing her head on your shoulder, looking down at the desserts you were preparing.

“Who else, Bluey?” You giggle in response, turning your head to press a quick kiss to her cheek, causing a giant grin to spread on her face, “We need to put some meat on your bones.” 

Jinx turns her head to meet your gaze, her nose bumping with yours as the smile never leaves her face, “Oh, yeah? You spoil me..”

She would distract you momentarily by sealing your lips with hers, still grinning into the kiss but you nudge her away with your shoulder, telling her to stop distracting you before the food got cold. She would simply giggle at your complaints before placing one last, sloppy kiss on your cheek before finally letting you go to work on some projects. 

Alongside beginning to bake, you had begun to start taking care of her workshop in general. Since living there you two always made an effort to keep the area as clean as possible, but it wasn’t a daily occurrence or anything

You began cleaning areas on the daily, and Jinx had started taking notice. She began to be more careful about cleaning up after herself, not wanting to purposefully increase your workload (even if you were doing it willingly) but also didn’t want you to think she was a slob and stop liking her

She’d also get upset if you stayed cleaning too late

“Babyyyyy,” Jinx groaned, flopped onto her makeshift bed, seeing you across the room assorting a few of trinkets that you both had gathered that you had displayed on the shelf, “you don’t have to do that right now!”

You turned around to meet her gaze after finishing placing down the last one, pouting at her before starting towards the bed, plopping down by her side, “You’re so impatient, you know that?”

“You basically hate me,” Jinx jokingly whined, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you into a tight hug, bringing you flush against her chest as she looked to meet your gaze, pouting back at you. A laugh slipped from your lips,

“You know that’s not true,” you reach your finger out to lightly pinch at Jinx’s bottom lip, pulling it out for a quick second before saying, “ya know I could never hate you.”

Jinx’s pout dissipated in a matter of seconds when your words hit her ears, a laugh coming out of her with her pink eyes swirling with entertainment, “Jeez, princess, can’t take a joke?”

“Not bad ones,” you retorted, and Jinx huffed for a moment. Choosing not to respond, Jinx leaned down and locked her lips with yours, kissing your attitude away.