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currently writing something something about jackie, dw guys it’s coming! it’s just very long and a lot of thoughts put into it 😣

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I sent the biggest message 😭 It was just a whole lot of praise towards you cause I was so happy :D

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nooo i’m so mad it didn’t go through now ☹️ you’re so so sweet though sighh

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I didn't know if you saw my message but I'll send it again just incase.

Thank you so MUCH for doing my request, I wasn't expecting you too be so quick with it 😭. You're absolutely amazing bro :D

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ahh no it didn’t come through! :(( dk why that happened sighhh.

but you’re absolutely welcome 🚬 anon! you are so sweeeeet, thank you thank you !! ^.^

yeahh i just sat down and wrote it all so fast immediately tbh, your request sparked my motivation 😛😛

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need to be slutted out to this song, ok bye

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Saw you wanted to write about jackie or riahannon.. I haven't finished sweetpea yet, so I'm going to request jackie instead.

So my idea is that it's a Jackie x Female reader right?! And the relationship is already established between them two. The reader is also on the yellowjackets team as an Defender

And it's a couple games before the one game that makes them win to go to nationals. The yellowjackets is playing a game against a really aggressive team and so the defenders are hard at work that includes the reader. The reader is dribbling the ball through players to carry the ball to the midfielders, out of nowhere a girl other thr opposite team shoulder charges the reader really hard and the reader ends up injuring her left shoulder seriously as she fell on it funny and the amount of force behind the charge.

NOW I don't know what they use in the STATES after a serious injury like that, so the reader blacks out because how painful the injury was and then wakes up in the hospital with some random girl and her father worried about them.

The random girl is indeed Jackie and the reader is on anesthetic for her injury and doesn't remember that Jackie is her girlfriend or believes she has a girlfriend.

Something like the reader "whispering" (she's loud as fuck.) To her father "who's the cute girl sitting there." "That's your girlfriend." "WHAT-" "Shh you need to be quiet.."

"Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone else? I mean you are soooooo pretty" "I'm sure.." Jackie gives the reader a quick kiss on the cheek. "Dad! The cute girl kissed me?! Woah."

You can make your own lines up though if you want. You can completely ignore this idea :)

oh my, you ate with this. i had to get to work right away 😵‍💫

pairing: jackie taylor x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, slight angst, dislocated shoulder, blacking out, mention of strong medication, drugged (legally), not proofread

the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts in from the kitchen where jackie's mom is preparing snacks for after the game. jackie sits at her vanity, brushing her hair carefully, anxious fingers running through the blonde strands. “hey baby, what time is it?" she calls out to where you’re getting ready in her en-suite bathroom. "you need to eat something before the game."

you hear the soft hum of her voice as you finish tying your sneakers, the laces tight and secure. you step out of the bathroom, your jersey already on and your hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. "it's about 2:30," you reply, walking over to jackie and leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "i'm not really hungry right now, but i'll grab a protein bar before warm-ups."

she smiles up at you, her eyes sparkling with pride and love as she watches you get ready. "okay, but promise me you'll at least drink some water during the game. it's gonna be hot out there." she stands up, turning to face you and adjusting your collar. "and... try not to get tackled too hard today, okay? i mean it when i say i hate seeing you hurt." she tries to sound stern but fails miserably, her voice soft and gentle.

you tease her with a playful "yes captain" reply just to get under her skin, and as expected you earn a playful swat on the arm and a mock glare. "don't 'yes captain' me," she says, giving your collar one last adjustment. "i'm just looking out for you." she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the lips, her hands resting gently on your shoulders.

she breaks the kiss too soon, standing back up and crossing her arms. "now grab your water bottle and let's head out. i don't want you passing out from dehydration like last time." she grabs her own bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

the drive to the field is filled with jackie's pre-game pep talk, mostly reminding you to stay hydrated and not to take any unnecessary hits. as you pull into the parking lot, she turns to you, her expression serious. "don't try to be a hero and take every ball. pass it off if you have to." she looks you in the eye, making sure you understand her instructions. “yes i know,” you mumble in acknowledgment which seems satisfying enough for jackie. “great! we’ll win today, yeah?” she said with confidence while giving your shoulder a squeeze.

as you grab your protein bar and start your warm-up routine, natalie approaches you with a smirk. "hey dork, ready?" she asks, bouncing on her heels as she stretches. you nod, taking a bite of your bar while responding around the mouthful. "mhm, just trying to follow jackie’s orders." this makes natalie roll her eyes. "yuck, she's so overprotective of you." she jokes, mirroring some of your stretches.

while you're warming up with natalie, jackie is on the sidelines, stretching and observing the team. she watches as you laugh and chat with natalie, seeing you munch on a protein bar between drills. she can't help but feel relieved that you're actually listening to her advice and fueling up before the game. jackie is barking out orders and getting everyone pumped up. "alright girls, huddle up!"

the team gathers around jackie, forming a tight circle as she gives her pre-game speech. "today, we play as a team. no heroics, no stupid risks. we pass, we set, we score. understood?" she scans the faces of her teammates, making sure they're all focused and ready. satisfied, she nods her head in approval. "now let's get out there. yellowjackets on three!"

as the game begins, the opposing team proves to be much more aggressive than anticipated. they're playing rough, pushing and shoving at every opportunity. you, being a competitive player, are getting increasingly frustrated with their antics. during a particularly rough play, a girl from the other team slams into you, knocking you off balance. “what the fuck?!” you call out with a scoff.

the referee blows the whistle, calling a foul on the other team but not giving a card, which only makes you more pissed. you can see jackie glaring at the other team as you turn around, her captain armband standing out as she yells encouragements to her team. "shake it off!" she calls out to you, giving you a reassuring smile but seeing your face contorted with anger makes her frown. the game continues, getting rougher by the minute.

as the game pauses for a water break, you immediately jog over to jackie, your face contorted into an annoyed pout. jackie notices your pout and rolls her eyes playfully but with a hint of concern. "what's wrong, baby?" she asks, pulling you aside from the rest of the team. you lean in, your voice low and irritated. "they're literally charging at me like i'm some kind of punching bag," you complain like a child who just snitched on your sibling to your mother, crossing your arms over your jersey.

jackie laughs softly at your little tantrum and gives you a mocking pout. "they're just being rough, that's all," she explains, trying to calm you down. seeing that you’re still frowning, she sighs and gently uncross your arms, giving them a soft squeeze. "look, i know it's annoying but you're one of our best defenders, okay? just play smart and pass the ball when you need to." she looks at you with those pretty brown eyes, her brow furrowing with worry. “you’re doing great, just keep playing your position and don’t encourage them.” she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, smiling warmly at you.

you nod at jackie’s pep talk, feeling a bit better as the water break ends. you get back into position, trying to follow jackie’s advice. the game resumes and true to your complaint, the other team immediately starts charging again. during one play, their center midfielder comes running at you full speed, clearly intending to tackle you hard.

as the aggressive center midfielder from the other team charges at you full speed, clearly intending a hard tackle, something snaps inside you. your competitive nature and frustration with their rough play boil over. instead of trying to avoid the tackle or pass the ball like jackie advised, you suddenly decide to 'teach her a lesson'. you lower your shoulder and charge right back at her, colliding with her at full force. the impact is hard and intentional, sending her crashing to the ground.

she gets back up slowly, nursing her shoulder and glares at you, eyes filled with newfound hatred. she marks you as her target, the game completely changes. she start playing even rougher, aiming for you every chance she gets. slide tackles become dangerous and painful, the referee has to give more fouls.

jackie watches with growing concern as the other team's midfielder becomes obsessed with taking you out. she sees the dangerous slide tackles, the intentional elbows, and the constant shoves. she yells out warnings and instructions from her position as captain, trying to protect you. "play smart!" she calls out again as the aggressive midfielder comes charging at you yet again. "pass the ball!" she yells, worried that you'll get injured trying to prove a point.

jackie is in her element, barking out orders from the midfield, her eyes constantly scanning for you on the field. you're playing well but way more aggressive for her liking. but then, during a crucial moment, you get the ball and start dribbling through the opposition, looking to pass it to shauna. suddenly, the same center midfielder from the other team charges at you with full force, shoulder checking you hard and knocking you to the ground.

you're knocked to the ground, the wind knocked out of you from the force of the shoulder check. you land hard on your left shoulder, pain shooting through your arm. you hear jackie's urgent voice calling out, "ref! ref, that was a foul!" she rushes over, kneeling by your side, her face pale with worry. "baby, talk to me. are you okay? that was a nasty fall." you just frantically nod your head to try and reassure her. obviously by the look of you, you’re clearly not okay.

the referee blows the whistle, signaling a foul, but you're not moving. the pain is intense, and you can feel your vision starting to blur. jackie's voice becomes more urgent as she calls out to you, her hands gently touching your shoulder. "baby, come on…" she looks around frantically for the medical staff who are rushing onto the field. the crowd is silent, sensing something serious has happened.

the medical staff rushes to your side, pushing jackie gently aside to assess your injury. they ask you questions, but your vision is blurring more and the pain is overwhelming. you try to answer but you can only nod or shake your head, everything feels distant and fuzzy.

jackie's eyes well up with tears, seeing you unresponsive and clearly in pain. they carefully help you onto a stretcher, your left arm hanging loosely, looking dislocated. jackie follows them, her voice shaking. “i'm riding with her..." she grabs her bag quickly, her mind racing with worry. coach ben tries to stop her. "jackie, you need to finish the game..."

"like hell i am!" jackie snaps at coach ben, her voice breaking with emotion. "she's hurt bad! i'm going with her to the hospital, end of story!" she turns back to jog after you, watching as they load you onto the ambulance in the parking lot. her hands shaking as she reaches out to gently touch your cheek before the doors close and she follows inside, sitting with you in the back. the game continues without you or jackie.

in the ambulance, jackie holds your hand tightly, her thumb gently stroking your knuckles as she tries to keep it together. "just hold on, okay? i know it hurts… but we're almost at the hospital." she sniffles, her voice barely above a whisper. the paramedic checks your vitals and asks jackie questions about what happened. "she dislocated her shoulder and might have broken something in her arm," he says softly, seeing jackie pale even more.

the ambulance pulls up to the hospital, and jackie quickly jumps out, holding your hand as they rush you inside. the emergency room is a flurry of activity, nurses and doctors taking over as they wheel you into an examination room. jackie stands by your side, her eyes never leaving yours as they begin to assess your injury. a doctor comes in, introducing himself. "i’m sorry but you need to wait outside, we need to get some x-rays and set that shoulder back in place. does she have any family you can call?" he says gently but firmly.

jackie nods, her voice shaking slightly. "i'll call her dad. but… i'm her girlfriend, can't i stay?" she asks hopefully, but the doctor shakes his head apologetically. "i'm sorry, we need to keep it to family only for now." jackie bites her lip, trying not to cry as she steps out of the room. she pulls out her phone and dials your dad’s number with trembling hands.

you groggily open your eyes, the bright hospital lights hurting your vision. your left shoulder is heavily bandaged and you feel woozy from the medications. through your drugged state, you notice a pretty blonde girl sitting beside your bed, clutching your hand tightly and quickly sit up straight. next to her you can see your father. they're both looking at you with intense worry. "baby? can you hear me?" the girl asks softly, her eyes searching yours.

you blink slowly, your mind foggy. you look at the girl, then your dad, confusion clear on your face. "where... am i?" you slur softly, trying to sit up but hissing in pain immediately. jackie quickly stands up, gently pressing you back down. "shh, lay still. you're in the hospital," she says softly, her thumb gently stroking your hand again like she did in the ambulance. but you're too out of it to recognize that touch or her voice as familiar.

your dad steps forward, relief etched on his face. "thank god you're awake," he says, gently patting your hand. "you dislocated your shoulder pretty badly during the game. they had to set it back in place and you're on some strong pain meds." he explains, his brow furrowed with concern. the blonde girl just stands there, biting her lip, looking at you with those familiar brown eyes.

your dad continues, gesturing to the blonde girl. "she's been here the whole time, refusing to leave your side." your gaze drifts back to jackie, your eyes glazed over from the medications. "she's so pretty..." you slur out loud, staring at her face like you're seeing a masterpiece. your dad chuckles softly, exchanging a look with jackie. "yeah," he agrees with a soft laugh. "jackie is also your girlfriend." he adds gently, trying to jog your memory.

jackie watches as your dad explains their relationship. your eyes widen slightly as you process this new information. "i have a girlfriend?" you ask slowly. your dad laughs softly. "yes, you do. you've been dating for two years." your eyes snap back to jackie, really taking in her pretty face for the first time like you didn't recognize her before. "no way… she's so hot," you mutter softly.

jackie's cheeks turn a soft pink at your blunt compliment, even though she knows you’re not fully aware of what you’re saying. she squeezes your hand gently, trying to hide her smile, her eyes shining with amusement and something else - affection that you're currently too out of it to recognize. "yeah, i'm your girlfriend," she confirms gently, squeezing your hand. "we've been together since sophomore year." she adds, trying to jog your memory further, you were just staring at her with a dopey smile.

you nod slowly, like you're trying to process this information. "right, my girlfriend," you repeat, your gaze drifting down to her hand holding yours. you lift your right hand - your good arm - and reach out to gently touch her face, your fingers tracing her cheekbone softly. "you're really pretty," you slur again, completely honest but oblivious to the fact that you usually know she's pretty and don't need drugs to tell her so.

jackie leans into your touch slightly, her heart fluttering at the genuine compliments. she knows you're high on pain meds, but it's still sweet to hear you say these things without any filter. your dad watches the interaction with a soft smile, glad to see you're awake and somewhat coherent. "alright," he says gently, turning to jackie. "why don't you sit with her for a bit? i need to step out and make some calls."

"mhm," jackie hums, her eyes never leaving your face as she gently pulls the chair closer to your bed. once your dad leaves the room, she turns her full attention back to you. she watches as you trace patterns on the blanket with your good hand, looking adorable to her. she gently takes your hand again, stroking your knuckles with her thumb. "you know, you usually don't need drugs to tell me i'm pretty," she teases softly, trying to keep the mood light despite the situation. you blink slowly, still processing everything through a haze of pain medication.

"really?" you ask, your voice slow and sleepy. you turn your head slightly to look at her. "i think you're really pretty," you repeat, your voice sincere and adorable. jackie laughs softly, her heart melting at your innocence. "i know," she says softly, smiling. "i'm your girlfriend, you're supposed to think i'm pretty." she leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, feeling your skin warm against her lips.

the hours pass, and the medication begins to wear off as you slept it off. you're no longer slurring your words or acting overly affectionate towards jackie. your shoulder is still very sore, but the initial intense pain has subsided. you're now laying in the hospital bed, watching tv with jackie by your side. your dad stepped out to grab some dinner for you all, leaving the two of you alone in the room. jackie is sitting in the chair beside your bed, flipping through a magazine. “do you know if we won the match?” you suddenly ask, breaking the silence.

jackie pauses in her reading, setting the magazine down on the bedside table before turning her attention to you. "yes, we did," she replies softly, a small smile on her face. "the girls played really well after you got hurt. we ended up winning 3-1." she pauses, her eyes scanning your face before continuing. "you didn't miss much." she tries to keep the conversations light, not wanting to remind you of the painful injury or the fact that you were out cold during the crucial moments of the game.

you nod slowly, processing the information as relief and disappointment washed over you. relief because this means they’re making it to nationals, you’re too exhausted to react any bigger though. disappointment because you wish you was there to celebrate with your team. "that's good," you murmur, your gaze drifting back to the tv screen. jackie watches you for a moment, taking in your serious expression as you focus on the mindless sitcom playing. she bites her lip, debating whether to bring up something else or just let you rest and recover in silence. after a few moments, she stands up, stretching her arms above her head. "i'm going to grab a drink from the vending machine," she says, reaching for her wallet on the table. "do you want anything?"

you mumble "no" without looking away from the tv, too engrossed in the show to care about snacks or drinks. jackie rolls her eyes slightly, used to your indifferent responses when you're focused on something else. she grabs her wallet and heads out to the hospital vending machine, leaving you alone in the room. she’s standing in front of the machine, selecting a soda. of course it’s taking forever, she groans and taps her foot impatiently with crossed arms.

you’re left alone with your thoughts and the dull hum of the television. you let out a soft sigh, your hand instinctively reaching up to gently touch your injured shoulder. the pain is still there, a constant throbbing reminder of the rough tackle that ended your game prematurely.

as you shift in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, the door creaks open and jackie walks back in, soda can in hand. she notices your discomfort immediately and sets her drink down on the table. "still hurting?" she asks softly, walking over to your bedside. you nod slightly, not wanting to admit how much it actually hurts. she watches you for a moment before making a decision. "here," she says gently, reaching out to help you adjust your pillow and blanket. “have they said anything about when i’m cleared?” you ask while looking up at her.

jackie gently fluffs your pillow, making sure you're comfortable before answering. "the doctor said they'll probably keep you overnight for observation, and then you'll need to see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow to make sure everything is set properly. they will put you in a sling for a few weeks." she explains softly, her fingers gently brushing your hair away from your forehead. "but they didn't say anything about when you'd be cleared to play again. that will depend on how well your shoulder heals."

jackie notices the way your lips press together, the upset flash in your eyes. she knows exactly what you're thinking - that you'll miss nationals, the biggest game of the season. her expression softens with understanding and sympathy. "hey," she says gently, sitting back down in the chair beside your bed. "i know you're upset about missing nationals, but it's better to take care of your shoulder now than risk making it worse and being out for even longer."

you lean your head back against the pillow, frustrated. "but who's gonna play my position? who's gonna cover for me? we need everyone at nationals..." your voice trails off, caught between pain and frustration. jackie's expression becomes more serious, her fingers finding yours on the blanket. "mari can take your position. she's been practicing on defense too. and we'll miss having you on the field, nobody doubts that. but we'll win nationals without you too."

you look at jackie, your eyes filled with doubt. "seriously? mari? she's not as good as i am," you argue softly, your competitive nature coming out. jackie rolls her eyes slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "she's not you, no. but she's a solid player. and she'll step up because she knows that being on the field at nationals means everything." jackie pauses, her fingers tightening around yours. "look, i know you're worried about your position. but this is an injury, it's not like you're choosing to sit out. everyone understands that, and you’ll watch from the sidelines.”

you're silent, processing her words. the thought of watching from the sidelines instead of being out there with your team stings. but jackie's right - you didn't choose this injury. you're forced to sit out because your body can't handle it right now. you sigh heavily, your fingers intertwining with jackie's unconsciously. "i guess you're right," you mumble, feeling defeated. "mari will have to step up." jackie smiles, satisfied and brings your intertwined fingers up to her lips, softly kissing your knuckles.

fyi idk much about dislocated body parts and how it’s treated etc… buuuut! my years of playing soccer came in clutch, soo 💪

i loved writing this sigh. i hope this is what you had in mind, anon! :33

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Sorry I was the one that sent the jackie request before, I just wanted to ask if I could be 🚬 anon if it's not taken yet

well yes ofc! i’m already working on your request, i loved it and had to start on it right away >.<

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Having thoughts about Shauna x Reader where Shauna has an exhibition kink

pairing: shauna shipman x fem!reader

warnings: just full on smut, exhibitionism, fingering, use of vibrator, light bondage, watching porn, use of vibrator in car, denial, 18+!

doesn’t matter which one of you is naked, she’ll get off to it.

she loves watching you touch yourself. spreading your legs apart and watching you slide your fingers inside yourself. she's gentle yet dominant, always making sure you're comfortable but loving to command you to touch yourself in specific ways, “use two fingers, baby." while watching from beside you in bed. "play with your nipple." she’s a whiny mess the whole time, but always stops you before you can finish, making you beg for release, wanting to draw it until you’re practically crying.

she also loves performing for you, maybe even more - spreading her legs, touching herself slowly so you can watch every detail. she'll pause breathlessly, "you like this?" before continuing - circling her clit, sliding her fingers deep.

she gets off on the power dynamic - she loves being in control, making you watch her touch herself but denying you to touch her. she'll spread her legs, touch herself slowly and deliberately, "look at me, baby." but if you start touching even as much as her arm, she'll stop immediately and scold you - "uh uh, hands off.”

attaching a vibrator to your clit, forcing your legs to stay open as she watch you squirm and maybe tie your wrists above your head. 😵‍💫 she’d so get off on that.

she has a particular fondness for those lazy afternoons when you both lounge in bed, laptop propped up on the bed, playing some soft-core porn. watching your fingers move between your legs. or she'll just sit there, legs spread, touching herself slowly while making you watch.

thinking of shauna making you sit on the bed, in front of the mirror while she watches you touch yourself, forcing your legs open. or her taking pictures and videos of you while your fingers move rhythmically inside you.

she loves to tease you, making you sit in the passenger seat of her car, a small vibrator on low buzzing against your clit in your panties while she drives to a party. you’re just squirming, whimpering, begging, ruining your panties and her leather seat.

making you watch her touch herself, spreading her legs wide and sliding her fingers in and out, moaning softly. she'll look at you, making sure you're watching every detail. watching your hands twitching with need. she gets off on the denial, knowing that you're desperate to touch her but can't.

making you wear lingerie - a lacy black thong and a matching bra, her favorite on you. she'll make you model it for her, turning around slowly so she can admire the view. then she'll make you sit on the bed or stand on the floor - looking pretty for her, while she touches herself, not allowing you to touch.

requests are open :P really wanna write something about jackie or rhiannon but i have zero ideas ughhh… help 😔

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hiii pretty girl can you write something about billie and reader being invited to the met gala and wearing matching outfitsss? tysm babes and get to it when you can -🎀

hi 🤭 sorry this took so long. :(( but worth the wait (…?)

pairing: billie eilish x reader

warnings: suggestive language, fluff, reader is anxious in the beginning, not proofread, 18+!

you're standing in front of your mirror, adjusting the black lace dress that matches billie's suit perfectly. you've never been to a met gala before, and your nerves are through the roof. you added minimal jewellery that would match the theme - a simple silver necklace and earrings.

you hear the soft knock on your shared bedroom door, and billie pokes her head in, looking absolutely stunning in her tailored black suit with lace details that mirror your dress. she smiles at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "ready to go?" she asks, leaning against the doorframe. her hair is styled in loose waves, her makeup is perfect - just enough to show she's clearly taken notice on her face.

you swallow nervously, adjusting your dress one last time. "almost," you murmur, checking your reflection again. "what if i trip? or spill something on my dress? or worse, make a fool of myself in front of all those important people?" you ramble, your anxiety rising. billie watches you from the doorway, her expression soft.

billie straightens up and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. "hey," she murmurs softly, resting her chin on your shoulder. "you look amazing, okay? the dress is perfect on you. you're going to be okay, i’ve been to these things a thousand times, it’s not as intimidating as it seems." she reassures you, trying to calm your nerves. "we match," she adds with a small smile, running her fingers along the lace on your dress that mirrors her suit. "and we're going together."

you take a deep breath, feeling her words slowly soothe your nerves. "but what if—" you start to say, but billie cuts you off with a gentle squeeze. "no 'what ifs,'" she says firmly yet softly. "you're going to be fine. everyone is going to love you, and even if they don't, who cares? you look hot as hell in that dress." she grins, giving you a playful wink.

you nodded your head, steeling your nerves as you turn around in her arms. you place your hands on her chest, feeling the smooth fabric of her suit. "you really think i look okay?" you ask softly, seeking her confirmation and comfort. billie smiles warmly, her hands moving to gently frame your face. "you look stunning," she whispers, leaning in to press a soft, reassuring kiss to your lips.

the kiss seems to snap you out of your nervous state, and you smile softly against her lips. "okay," you whisper, pressing one more quick kiss to her lips before pulling back. "let's go then, before i overthink everything again." billie smiles, satisfied with breaking through your anxiety. she takes your hand, intertwining your fingers as you leave the room together. as you walk towards the front door, you can’t help but stare at her. “you look beautiful as well… stunning,” you comment before she guides you out the door.

she smiles softly at your compliment, her cheeks flushing slightly as she helps you into the backseat of the car. the drive to the met gala is filled with small touches and reassuring smiles from billie, trying to keep you calm and distracted. as you arrive, she steps out first, turning to offer you her hand with a confident smile. "ready?" she asks, her thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. the paparazzi go wild seeing you two together, matching and obviously a couple, you can’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed. you just have to push through it.

she notices your overwhelmed expression and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "you're doing amazing," she murmurs, leaning in close so only you can hear. "just focus on me, okay? ignore everything else." she smiles reassuringly, her eyes filled with pride and confidence as she takes your hand and leads you inside the entrance.

as you enter the grand foyer, you're immediately greeted by a sea of famous faces. billie navigates you through the crowd, introducing you to some people. you stick close to her side, feeling safer in her presence. one of the interviewers spots you both and approaches with a microphone. "billie, over here!" she calls out, flashing a bright smile. billie turns to you, giving you a reassuring smile before facing the interviewer. "hey there," billie says casually, her arm still linked with yours. the interviewer's eyes widen slightly as she takes in your matching outfits. "and who is on your arm tonight?" she asks, turning her attention to you.

"is this your girlfriend?" she asks billie, gesturing between the two of you. billie smiles wider, pulling you closer. "yes, this is my girlfriend," she confirms proudly, her arm moves around to your waist. the interviewer's eyes light up with interest. "how long have you two been dating?" she asks, her microphone moved closer to your faces.

you look up at billie, not knowing if you should answer because you feel a bit awkward just standing there. billie meets your gaze and smiles warmly, squeezing your hip gently before turning back to the interviewer. "we've been dating for about a year now," she answers confidently, her voice clear. the interviewer's eyes widen slightly in surprise. "a year! that's amazing," she says, clearly impressed. "and you two look absolutely stunning together."

finally, after what felt like hours of interviews, you both make your way onto the red carpet. flashbulbs go off like fireworks, capturing every angle of you two together. billie poses confidently, pulling you closer to her side for every photo. you can feel your nerves starting to resurface under the intense scrutiny, but billie's reassuring presence keeps you grounded.

as you both walk down the red carpet and make your way to the stairs, hand in hand, billie leans in close and whispers in your ear, "you're doing so great, baby. just a little longer and then we can go inside, okay?" her warm breath sends shivers down your spine, and you nod, trying to focus on her instead of the never-ending flashes.

you both finally reach the top of the stairs, posing one last time for the cameras. billie notices your hand trembling slightly. "there," she whispers so only you can hear, "i'm so fucking proud of you right now." and you can’t help but smile, you love her praises. "let's go find our seats," her hand moves to your lower back as she lead you both into the grand ballroom. “actually… can we go to the bathroom first?” you ask.

"of course," billie replies immediately, understanding your need for a moment alone to collect yourself. she gently guides you through the crowded ballroom towards the restrooms, her hand never leaving your lower back. once inside, she turns to face you, leaning against the sink with a soft smile. "you good?" she asks softly, giving you a moment of privacy and quiet away from the chaos.

you take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror. your makeup is still perfect, your dress looks amazing. you turn to billie, she's watching you with concern and love in her eyes. "i just... needed a minute," you admit softly. billie pushes off the sink, walking over to you. "you handled that very well," she praises, her hands moving to gently hold your hips. "but i get it, it was intense." she smiles softly, understanding your overstimulation. “i’m sorry for being like this, i don’t want to ruin your night… i’m just not used to it,” you immediately start to explain out of guilt.

"shh, stop apologizing," billie interrupts softly, shaking her head with a gentle smile. "you're not ruining anything. i knew coming into this that you weren't used to the spotlight like i am." her thumbs gently brush over your hips soothingly. she leans in, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to your lips. "we can take as many breaks as you need, okay? just communicate with me."

you nod, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. "okay… i’ll let you know," you whisper, your breath fanning over her lips. billie smiles and takes your hand, leading you back out of the bathroom. as you re-enter the grand ballroom, she keeps her arm around your waist, providing a steady presence as you navigate through the crowd. you both spot some familiar faces and billie introduces you to a few more celebrities, always keeping an eye on your comfort level. you weren’t seated together because of a stupid policy about never seat a couple together, the whole point of these things is to meet new people or whatever. you really couldn’t care less, you managed to finesse your way to sit together anyways.

as the night goes on, you both eat and drink and socialize with the various guests. every so often, billie would lean over and whisper something funny or sweet in your ear, making you laugh or smile. you find yourself having a surprisingly enjoyable time after all.

during a lull in conversation, billie leans in close, her lips grazing your ear. "do you know how unbelievably hot you look in this dress?" she whispers, causing you to blush. before you can respond, she continues, "and i’m so proud of you tonight. you're holding yourself so well." you’ve really lost count of how many times billie have told you how good you look and how proud she is of you by now, not that you’re complaining though.

you blush deeply at her whispers, your cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. "stop it," you whisper back with a small smile, trying to hide your enjoyment of her compliments. "you've told me that like a million times tonight." despite your protest, your eyes sparkle with happiness and you can't help leaning in closer to her. her presence just feels so comforting amidst all these important people. "and... you're not so bad yourself," you add playfully, studying her suit with appreciative eyes.

she chuckles softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles at you. "i'm glad you approve," she murmurs, reaching out to gently adjust the lace on your dress, using it as an excuse to touch you.

you watch the way her fingers trace the lace thoughtfully, feeling your heartbeat quicken at her touch. "are you just using this dress as an excuse to feel me up?" you tease quietly, leaning closer to her so only she can hear. "not that i'm complaining," you add with a small smirk, not moving her touch from the lace. "can you blame me? you look edible in this thing."

the main even was over and the after-party is in full swing, the atmosphere filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. billie is surrounded by a group of industry peers and friends, laughing and chatting animatedly. you're sitting at a high-top table, sipping a non-alcoholic drink and scrolling through your phone, content to observe the festivities from a distance. suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a familiar warmth. "hey, gorgeous.”

you hum softly, knowing those arms and that voice anywhere. "hey," you reply softly, relaxing back against billie. she presses a soft kiss to your neck, her hands possessively spread over your hips. "where were you?" she asks softly, her eyes dropping to your body in your tight black dress. "i lost you for a second." she adds a soft squeeze to your hip bone, making you giggle softly. "i was right here," you laugh softly, "you were busy talking to your friends."

"yeah, but i missed my girl," she murmurs against your neck, giving it another soft kiss that makes your knees weaken slightly. "come dance with me," she whispers, nuzzling your neck slightly. "i'm tired of talking to people who aren't you." she adds while maintaining her possessive hold on your hips.

you laugh softly, sliding off the chair and taking her offered hand. "you're so full of shit," you tease, interlacing your fingers with hers. "you were just having a deep conversation about music." you laugh as she pulls you towards the makeshift dance floor. "i was," she grins, "but now i just want to grind on my girlfriend." she whispers loudly, making you snort laugh and push her shoulder playfully.

billie wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close as you both start dancing to the upbeat song. she sways her hips suggestively, making you laugh at her cheesy moves. "look at me," she mouths over the music, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles mischievously. you roll your eyes but oblige. billie practically couldn’t keep her hands off you and it wasn’t long until she dragged you out of the party and into the comfort of your bed.

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Thinking about dbf!Van palmer with handsy reader, like she cannot keep her hands to herself, even with people around

-🫀

pairing: dbf!van x reader

warnings: age gap, reader is 23, van is in her 40s, fluff, smut, use of strap-on, fingering, strap-on referred as dick once, not proofread, 18+!

─ .✦ van is often at your house, sitting at the kitchen table with your dad, laughing together. you, however, can't seem to keep your hands to yourself around van. you're always finding reasons to brush against her arm while reaching for the salt shaker, or brush your hand against her lower back when walking past her in the kitchen. van has started to notice your subtle touches, but she always writes it off as accidental, right?

─ .✦ van starts to notice that your hands seem to linger a bit longer than necessary, you "accidentally" graze her hand while pouring coffee. she catches herself smiling more often around you, even if she tries to play it cool.

─ .✦ you’re quick to leave your room when you hear van’s voice in the house. she can't help but smile to herself when she hears your footsteps rushing down the stairs. she knows you're trying to act casual, but your eagerness is adorable. sometimes, she'll even linger in the kitchen a bit longer just to see if you'll make an appearance.

─ .✦ van always finds an excuse to be at your dad's house - "just stopping by" or "needed to grab something". she always asks about you, how you are, and wonders where you are. your dad just thinks she's being friendly, but really, she's just looking for any reason to see you or get information about you.

─ .✦ van somehow persuaded your dad to give her your number for 'emergency purposes'. but really, she just wanted an excuse to text you. she starts sending you random - not so funny millennial memes, asking if you're home, what you’re up to, always trying to keep the conversation going.

─ .✦ van loves taking you out, she'll use any excuse she can find to get you out of the house. "your dad says you've been cooped up all day, let me take you to the park,” "i need a second opinion on something, come with me to the store?” “wanna help me in the garage?” she enjoys your company a lot.

─ .✦ she loves teasing you and throwing in subtle, inappropriate jokes just to see how you'll react. "oh this shirt? i wore it just for you, is it hot?” she’d say it with a cocky smirk. she laughs when you blush, nudging you playfully.

─ .✦ whenever she's invited over for family dinners, you always make sure to sit right next to her at the dinner table. you'd lean in close, asking her if she wants more food, passing her the salad, finding any reason to be close. she'd smile knowingly. "thank you, you’re so kind,” she'd say loudly enough for your dad to hear, but with a wink meant only for you.

─ .✦ she often picks you up from university, always on time, and the first thing she asks is, "wanna go get food?" you both go through the drive-thru, ordering your favorites, and then find an empty parking lot to eat in. the car fills with laughter as you talk and make fun of each other's bad jokes. she loves these moments—the casual ease between you two.

─ .✦ you become more bold with your actions. you can’t stop touching her, it’s become a second nature at this point. your hand resting on her arm, your hand brushing against her waist, wrapping your hand around her bicep while walking, resting your head on her shoulder when you fell asleep on the couch. she notices, of course, but she doesn’t mind. in fact, she finds it rather cute and only leans into your touch even more.

─ .✦ you become more comfortable around each other, sneaking away together during family gatherings. sometimes it's to the backyard for some fresh air, sometimes it's upstairs to your room under the disguise of "showing her your book collection."

─ .✦ during a family barbecue, van sneaks a hand up your thigh under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "you look really cute in those shorts." she pulls back with a smirk, going back to her conversations with your dad but keeps tracing patterns on your thigh. you try to keep a straight face, but your cheeks flush pink. you cross your legs, trapping her hand between your legs. she bites her lip, trying not to laugh at your reaction. later, when your dad gets up to talk to some other guests, van leans in and whispers, "un-cross your legs." you hesitate, knowing what will happen if you do. but you un-cross your legs anyway, and her hand slides right back up your inner-thigh. her hand teasing your sex through your shorts, you’re already soaked through.

─ .✦ van will subtly drag you to your bedroom, her saying she needs the bathroom, you’d say you needed something in your room. once upstairs, she'd lock the door and push you against your desk or bed. her fingers would immediately go to work, pushing your shorts aside and sliding her fingers inside you. she'd finger you quickly and quietly, one hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds while the other works between your legs. she always makes sure you come before anyone notice you’ve been gone for too long.

─ .✦ van invitng you over to her place, saying she has something she wants to show you. you follow her into her living room, and she pulls out an old vhs tape from a box under her tv. "ever seen vintage porn?" she asks with a smirk, popping the tape into the vcr. as the old, grainy footage plays, van watches your reactions closely. van freezes the frame and turns to you with a serious face "you know what? i want to make one with you." she turns off the tv suddenly to get her camera, when she comes back you just stare at her. “you want to…?” you’d say hesitantly, van just shrugs and runs her finger down your arm, “is that okay? you would look so good on the camera, i’ll make you a copy.”

─ .✦ and that’s how van becomes obsessed with taking pictures and videos of you on her vintage cameras, she adores how you look. she loves capturing your expressions, your laughter, your blushing cheeks. her favorite is capturing intimate moments - her fingers between your thighs, you biting your lip to stay quiet, wrapping your legs around her as she fingers you on her bed. she has a whole collection dedicated to you on her old film cameras. she just loves making vintage porn with you, also loves taking innocent candid photos of you. >.<

─ .✦ will swat you hand if you get too touchy in front of your dad though. you’re all sitting in the living room, your dad is watching the news in his armchair, and you’re sitting next to van on the couch, your hand resting on her knee. van is talking to your dad, laughing at something he said. without looking at you, she swats your hand off her knee. “stop.” she mouths quietly.

─ .✦ van absolutely loves using her strap on you. she loves fucking you dumb - pounding you into the mattress, holding your legs open, choking you with the strap while she fucks your mouth. she gets off on seeing you reduced to a mess - your makeup ruined, your hair disheveled, your voice hoarse.

─ .✦ she's incredibly sweet with her words even while fucking you rough. "god, you look so pretty taking this big dick," she'll murmur, with you on your hands and knees, her leaning her body over you and squeezing your neck. she'll kiss your neck gently despite slamming into you hard, whispering, "you're doing so good, baby." her sweet words only contrast with her rough fucking, making you melt even more. "you're such a good girl, taking it so deep."

─ .✦ van loves taking you out - movies, shopping, dinner dates but will complain about fancy restaurants and take you to a fast food restaurant instead. she buys you clothes, loves treating you. she'll sometimes make you wear cute outfits she buys you on dates, "wear this dress, it looks hot on you."

─ .✦ she'll surprise you with breakfast in bed, not the best cooker but can make delicious scrambled eggs.

got carried away as always….. anywayssss! requests are open :3

[sapphicswph]

jackie taylor headcanons

pairing: nocrash!jackie x reader

warnings: might be a bit ooc but oh well, fluff, some smut, fingering, oral sex, not proofread, 18+!

─ .✦ it’s obvious jackie is devoted to you. her bedroom wall is adorned with polaroids and framed prints. a polaroid of you sleeping peacefully during a lazy afternoon sits in her wallet. one photo, her favorite, is of you smiling at the camera, the sun catching your eyes just right. she keeps it near her bedside lamp, so it's the last thing she sees before sleeping and the first thing she sees when she wakes up. she’s even shocked herself at how she loves, she’s never seen herself as such a romantic. she’s just a big softie for you !!

─ .✦ jackie spends hours in her room, sitting in front of her cd player, recording mix cds. she makes ones for herself, filled with songs that remind her of you. she labels them "for y/n" in her handwriting, and cute doodles. she also makes ones for you, filled with songs she thinks and knows you’ll like, also subtly slips in ones that remind her of you two together.

─ .✦ during boring classes, when the lectures drag on, jackie finds herself doodling absentmindedly in her notebook. she draws little hearts, flowers, around your initials over and over again. and always with a smile playing on her lips.

─ .✦ jackie steals your perfume whenever she gets the chance, spraying it on her wrist, behind her ear, on her sweater. she loves how the scent clings to her clothes, making her feel like you're with her wherever she goes. she loves wearing your clothes too, anything that smells like you or reminds her of you.

─ .✦ in her locker, taped to the inside of the door, is a photo of you grinning cheerfully at the camera. she's caught herself smiling stupidly at it so many times, she's thankful her friends never notices, especially shauna. she’d never hear the end of it, she’s already teasing jackie about you enough.

─ .✦ jealous!jackie who hates when she sees another girl talking to you for too long, she'll find an excuse to interrupt or casually insert herself into the conversation. she hates it when other girls flirt with you, and she’ll roll her eyes or make a snarky comment under her breath whenever it happens. she knows it’s irrational, but she can’t help it - she just wants all of your attention.

─ .✦ jealous!jackie who gets particularly jealous when you're laughing too much with your friends, making her wonder if you're having more fun without her. she'll pull you aside later, pretending to need to talk to you about something, but really just wanting to check if you're still 'hers'.

─ .✦ jealous!jackie who will subtly move closer to you when you're out with friends and someone laughs a little too loudly at your joke, her arm brushing against yours. she'll make sure to lean in a bit more when she talks to you, staking her claim without being too obvious. if she sees another girl giving you a lingering look, she’ll casually put her hand on your lower back or link arms with you, just to make it clear that you’re taken.

─ .✦ jealous!jackie who will chime in when you’re out with friends and someone compliments your outfit, saying a soft “yeah, she looks beautiful in that.”

─ .✦ when you two are alone, jackie is an open book. she'll tell you how much she loves you, how beautiful she thinks you are, and how happy she is with you. she'll hold your hand, kiss you constantly, and whisper sweet nothings in bed. but when her friends are around, she clams up. however, if the conversation steers towards you, she can't help but light up and talk about you non-stop.

─ .✦ she especially loves to make out with you, her hands gently cupping your face or running through your hair. she'll press her body against yours, losing herself in the moment. her kisses are soft yet hungry, always leaving you breathless and wanting more. she loves the intimacy of it all, how close she can be to you physically and emotionally.

─ .✦ jackie absolutely loves it when you come to her soccer matches. she always looks for you in the crowd, and when she spots you, she plays with an extra spring in her step. she'll often sneak glances at you between plays, and if she scores a goal, she'll look straight at you, hoping to see that proud smile on your face. even better than match days are practice days - when you show up to watch her practice, she feels seen and supported when you make time just to watch her.

─ .✦ the type to twirl the phone cord or a strand of her hair around her finger when she’s on the phone with you, smiling so big. she gets so excited whenever you talk about your future together.

─ .✦ she loves nothing more than to take care of you before going out. she'll gently brush your hair, fixing any stray strands with a tender touch. she’ll apply your makeup with precision, taking her time to make sure everything is perfect. as she works, she'll compliment you softly, telling you how beautiful you look and how much she loves seeing you all dressed up. you stand there patiently, enjoying the attention and the gentle praise that flows from her lips.

─ .✦ you settle comfortably on her lap, facing her. she carefully applies mascara, her free hand resting on your thigh. she tries to focus, but being this close to you is making it difficult. her breaths become slightly heavier, and she can feel her heart racing. she can't help but get distracted by how adorable you look sitting there. eventually, the makeup brush falls to the mattress as she gives up and pulls you in for a kiss, often ends with you riding her fingers :).

─ .✦ she loves pleasuring you so much that she gets herself so worked up just from the act. she'll whine softly as she slides her fingers inside you, make needy little noises as she buries her face between your thighs. she'll squirm beneath you as she eats you out, her hips grinding against the mattress. she loves it so much that sometimes, the act alone is almost enough to make her come untouched. her fingers curl inside you with a gentle yet insistent rhythm, her other hand gripping your thigh tightly and whimpers whenever she thrusts her fingers inside you. her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on your pleasure, her own breaths coming in short, desperate pants.

─ .✦ but when the roles are reversed, jackie completely loses it. she goes from being whiny and needy to absolutely wild. her small noises turn into loud moans, her gentle whimpers become deep cries. she'll wrap her legs around your head, pull your hair, scratch your back. she's loud, messy, and absolutely uninhibited. she breaks easily - one good lick or deep finger thrust has her seeing stars.

─ .✦ she'll beg shamelessly, "please, please, please" over and over again, her voice breaking on each plea. she'll rock her hips into your touch or face desperately, searching for more pressure, more friction. she'll push your head down further or grab your wrist to pull your fingers deeper, her nails digging into your skin. she'll come so quickly when horny enough, often multiple times in a row, each time reducing her to a trembling, whimpering mess.

─ .✦ she dislikes arguments intensely, finding even minor disagreements painful. during arguments, she might be a bit petty - crossing her arms, giving you the silent treatment, making passive-aggressive comments and say unnecessary stuff under her breath. but the moment she realizes she's gone too far or sees you're upset, her expressions soften immediately. she'll do anything to make up - bring your favorite snack, write a sweet note, or just hold you tightly and apologize sincerely. "i'm so, so sorry, i'm so stupid. you're right, you're always right. i hate fighting and i love you so much, you can't be mad at me anymore. i was being childish... look at me, please? i'll throw myself off the roof if you stay mad at me for another second." post-makeup sex is guaranteed!

─ .✦ jackie is absolutely a passenger princess. she hates driving, finding it stressful and boring. she expects you to drive her everywhere - to school, to the mall, to her friends' houses. she'll sit in the passenger seat, playing with the radio or something from your glove compartment, giving you directions with a sweet tone while touching up her makeup.

─ .✦ passenger!princess!jackie who has her favorite cd set on repeat while you drive, singing along quietly, tapping her fingers on your dashboard, drives you insane but you don’t have the heart to tell her to stop. she loves finding cute or dumb excuses to reach over and touch you - fixes a piece of hair that's fallen out of place, or traces patterns on your hand that rest on the centre console. she often offers to be your "spotter" when parking, saying "careful! watch that side." she always falls asleep on long road trips, her head resting against the window, mouth open and softly snoring. which means you can finally change her cd to another one.

─ .✦ passenger!princess!jackie who is unfortunately prone to motion sickness, especially on winding roads. she always carries a pack of ginger candies with her, popping them into her mouth at the first sign of nausea. she'll ask you to drive slowly and carefully on those roads, looking a bit green. if it's a particularly bumpy road, she might even ask you to pull over so she can take a break and catch her breath - she hates feeling sick.

─ .✦ passenger!princess!jackie who hates whenever an aggressive driver cuts you off or drives recklessly around you, jackie tenses up immediately. her grip tightens on the car door handle, and she'll say "careful!" or "watch it!" multiple times, her voice filled with worry. she hates aggressive drivers - they make her anxious, especially when you're involved. "slow down when idiots like that are around," she might mutter, her jaw clenching slightly.

─ .✦ passenger!princess!jackie absolutely loves car games like "i spy" - it keeps her entertained during long drives. she'll lean forward in her seat, eyes scanning the roads eagerly. when she sees something that fits her clue, she'll excitedly tap your arm. "there!" she'll exclaim. she gets very competitive, often pouting dramatically when she loses. she gets especially competitive when she sees a yellow car, she has to say it before you and might swat your arm a bit too hard. hates when you get there before her though…

please send requests with anything you want me to write. :))) i'm running dry on ideas so if there's anything you want to see i'm open to mostly all ideas, dont be shy! >.<

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could u do lottie w taller gf :3 im 6’1

pairing: lottie x taller!reader

warnings: just lots of fluff

─ .✦ lottie finds it endearing that you tower over her by a few inches. she's so used to being the tallest in her friend group and past relationships, always having to bend down for kisses. with you, everything is different. she loves how she can rest her head on your shoulder instead of the other way around. she loves how she can look up at you when you're standing close, seeing your face from that angle.

─ .✦ it’s easier to spot you in crowded places, your head sticking out amongst the others.

─ .✦ she's come to appreciate little things like resting her chin on your shoulder when you hug. it's such an unfamiliar position for her, being the smaller one. she loves placing kisses on your neck when hugging you from behind because it’s at the perfect level. she's gotten used to looking up rather than down when talking to you.

─ .✦ lottie finds herself stealing your sweaters more often than not because they ‘fit her better.’ she loves the way they swallow her up, making her feel smaller and protected. she also loves the scent of you that lingers on the fabric. she's started wearing your hoodies out more than her own clothes. she doesn’t mind being mistaken for wearing her girlfriend’s clothes instead of the other way around.

─ .✦ lottie loves the way her head fits perfectly in the crook of your neck when you're sitting down together. it's like her head was made to fit there. she loves nuzzling into your neck, inhaling your scent and just feeling small next to you. how she can look up at you from that position, your jawline right in front of her. sometimes she'll place gentle kisses there just because.

─ .✦ lottie adores the way your arm rests naturally on her shoulders when you sit together. your hand always seems to find its place dangling over her collarbone, like it was made to be there. she plays with your fingers or turn her head to press kisses to your palm without even moving much. it’s such a simple position but she finds it incredibly intimate and comforting.

─ .✦ she finds immense comfort in sitting on your lap. before you, she never found anyone's lap particularly comfortable or inviting. but with you, it's different. your thighs are sturdy and supportive, and your arms create a perfect cradle for her. she loves how she can tuck her head under your chin, feeling protected by you. she’ll often lean back against your chest and just stay like that for hours, sometimes falling asleep like that.

─ .✦ she loves the constant presence of your hands on her body when you're sitting together. it’s like they're always seeking her out, finding a place to rest. your arm wrapped around her waist makes her feel secure, your hand on her leg makes her feel warm, and your fingers intertwined with hers makes her feel connected to you in a way that's comforting and familiar. she often kisses your knuckles or the back of your hand.

─ .✦ lottie absolutely adores when you drive her around. she's used to being the one behind the wheel. but with you, she loves being the passenger princess. she'll sit in the passenger seat, her feet tucked up under her, listening to music or chatting with you as you drive. she'll reach over and kiss you whenever you're stopped at a red light. she feels so cared for and pampered in those moments. she loves how you let her choose the music, how you make sure she's comfortable in the passenger seat, how you sometimes reach over to hold her hand, or place it on her thigh while you’re driving.

─ .✦ she's used to being the taller and stronger one. but with you, she finds herself being cared for and protected instead. she loves how you unconsciously do small things like opening doors for her, pulling out chairs, keeping her warm with your jacket when it's cold. she likes being the shorter one, the one being protected and taken care of for once in her life. the way you treat her like the most precious girl.

─ .✦ when she’s had a particularly rough day, she just wants to be held by you. loves how she can bury her face in your neck or chest when she's upset, and you can still hold her comfortably without her having to adjust her position.

─ .✦ she loves how you're always so gentle with her, even though she's still tall and strong. how you'll softly brush her hair out of her face, or gently wipe away her tears. how you hold her hand with a soft touch, like she's something precious and fragile. it makes her heart melt every time. she's never had someone treat her with such gentle care before.

─ .✦ she loves how you always prioritize her comfort and needs, even when she doesn't ask for it. like making sure she's warm enough, or making her food when she's too tired to cook. she feels so loved and taken care of by you, in a way she never has before. it makes her feel safe and protected. she'll often cuddle up close to you, seeking out your warmth and comfort.

─ .✦ lottie who loves being able to be the little spoon in bed. she's never been able to be the little spoon before, always having to be the big spoon because she's taller. but with you, she can finally be the little spoon, comfortably nestled against you, your arms wrapped around her protectively. she feels so safe and cozy like this. she'll often wiggle back against you, seeking out more of your warmth and closeness. she fits perfectly in that position, feeling safe and secure. no more adjusting positions or feeling like she's taking up too much space. but she sometimes love just being the big spoon and hold you tight.

work has been kicking my ass lately 😣 i’m working on requests rn though dw, and keep sending! i’ll get to them all

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your writing is like my fav thing ever ily

omg stop it thank you smmmmmm ;(( ily >.<

[sapphicswph]

need more van and younger reader BIBLICALLY holy cow you do it so well 😍

you’re so sweet ;(

thank you sm, anon! dw, more is coming. i’m getting lots of van requests and currently doing my best to get them all done asap :D

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hiii can u do an adult van x younger reader one, maybe they meet at the video store and reader has just gone through a breakup and looses her cool and ends up crying in front of van, van is awkward but very sweet and she ends up closing early to listen to her, reader is really needy and van cant resist, service top van but reader reciporates which surprises her but she loves it because she hasn't been on the receiving end for years. <33 sorry its so detailed I just have been thinking abt this for agesss

well yes ofc! you ask and shall receive !!

pairing: van palmer x younger!reader

warnings: mention of breakup and cheating, some fluff, van comforting r, smut, oral sex, not proofread, 18+!

van's store was mostly always quiet, just a few regular customers, but it was quiet especially on rainy weekdays like this one. she was behind the counter, reorganizing the old vhs tapes when the bell above the door chimed. she looked up, expecting another regular customer, but instead saw a disheveled figure rushing in, shaking off the rain. immediately recognizing you. yes, you were a regular customer but van loved seeing you come in every time… there was just something about you. “hey y/n!” van said a bit more enthusiastically than usual with a sweet smile.

you forced a small smile at van, trying to hide the redness around your eyes. you'd come here straight after your fight with your girlfriend. she'd cheated, she'd hurt you. you were a mess. “hey van,” you muttered, avoiding eye contact as you wandered aimlessly through the shelves. van noticed your red eyes and the way you kept sniffling, clearly upset about something. she hesitated for a moment, debating whether to say anything or not. after all, she wasn’t exactly the most comforting person. but something about your sad face tugged at her heartstrings. “you okay?”

“mmhm,” you hummed noncommittally. you came back to the counter, some thriller movies in hand. van rang you up, making small talk. “good taste,” van muttered, but you seemed distracted. you were fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie, your eyes shiny. "rough day?" van asked gently. you blinked, like you'd forgotten she was there. then your expression crumpled.

your composure broke suddenly, unexpected tears streaming down your cheeks. you swallowed hard, trying to hold back sobs but failing miserably. "i'm sorry," you choked out, trying to wipe your face. van's eyes widened in surprise, her heart sinking at the sight of you breaking down. she wasn't great with emotions, especially not crying ones, but she couldn't just stand there and do nothing. "uhm… crap,” she came around the counter quickly. hesitating for a moment, standing there stiff before pulling you into a hug, patting your back awkwardly.

you sniffled, burying your face in her neck. your shoulders hitched slightly, like you were trying not to cry. van could feel your body tense with unshed emotions, your arms wrapped tightly around her waist without thinking. she stiffened slightly, then relaxed. “do you… wanna like- uhh, talk about it or something?” van asked a bit unsure, and cursed herself, mentally face palming herself for acting so awkward.

truth is, you always thought van was beautiful and just her holding you like this was more exactly what you wanted.

you sniffled again, shaking your head slightly. “it’s stupid…” you muttered. van pursed her lips, squeezing your shoulders gently. “well… you’re clearly upset. it’s not stupid.” she paused, biting her bottom lip. “do you wanna sit down?” she offered, glancing around the empty store. you nodded, pulling away slowly. you wiped at your face again, looking embarrassed. van felt her heart clench. “come here…” she sighed, grabbing your hand and guiding you to the back room, offering a chair. “i’m just gonna lock up the store… if that’s okay.” van said and chuckled to ease the tension.

she quickly moved to lock up the store. through the window she could see fat drops of rain falling steadily. she turned off the 'open' neon sign and returned to the back room. you were sitting there, looking small and vulnerable, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie and picking at your nails. the sight made something warm stir in her chest. "want some water or something?" she asked, trying for a comforting tone.

you nodded, and she quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge in the back. she handed it to you, watching as you took a sip, your hands still shaking slightly. van leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. "so... do you want to talk about what happened?" she asked gently, trying to keep her voice soft and non-threatening.

"my girlfriend just broke up with me," you whispered, face contorting with grief. "oh," van said softly, pulling out a wooden chair to sit in front of you. "come here," she said gently, reaching over to pull you into a hug without thinking. you buried your face in her shoulder and cried softly, soaking her shirt with tears (and probably snot.)

van wasn't used to this kind of vulnerability, but something about your neediness made her want to protect you. she rubbed your back gently, trying to soothe you. "it's okay," she murmured softly, her voice surprisingly tender. "let it out." you cried harder, clutching at her shirt like it was a lifeline. van sighed internally, knowing she was in for a long night. “i’m sorry… i don’t mean to lay all this on you, i’ll leave soon.” you managed to choke out, but you didn’t want to leave. you just wanted to be comforted by van.

"no, don't go," van said softly, without thinking. she realized how needy you were being and instead of finding it annoying, she found it kinda cute. she liked how you clung to her shirt like a child.

“i’m sorry i’m being so clingy, i don’t really have anyone to talk to about this,” you admitted sadly. “it’s fine,” van replied, her voice softening even more. “you can be clingy if you want to be. i’m a good listener,” she added with a small smile. you sniffled, wiping your face. “thanks van.” you muttered, feeling so much smaller than usual. “want another hug?” van asked unexpectedly. you nodded eagerly, crawling into her lap instead.

van's arms automatically wrapped around you as you climbed into her lap, holding you close. she was surprised by how right you felt there. you nuzzled against her neck, seeking comfort. van swallowed hard, her hands sliding down to gently squeeze your hips without even realizing it. "better?" she murmured, her voice a little hoarse. you nodded, your arms tightening around her neck. “thank you,” you mumbled against her neck.

van's heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your warm breath on her neck. she tried to ignore the way her body was reacting to your closeness, focusing on comforting you instead. "you're welcome," she replied softly, her thumbs absently rubbing soothing circles on your sides. you stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other and listening to the sound of the rain outside. eventually, van's hands started to wander, sliding up your back and into your hair. van gently tugged on your hair and you lifted your head, faces inches apart.

without thinking, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly against yours. it was a gentle, comforting kiss at first, but it quickly deepened as van found herself getting lost in the moment. she kissed you like she was trying to pour all her comfort and affection into the kiss. her hands tightened in your hair, pulling you closer.

when you kissed her back, van's eyes flutter and she made a small pleased sound in the back of her throat, parting her lips ever so slightly. she had been the one doing the comforting but now you were doing something that made her feel comforted too - reciprocating her kiss with surprising sweetness. her heart skipped a beat at how different this felt - having someone want her like this. she realized how lonely she'd been for this kind of affection.

she deepened the kiss, her tongue gently brushing against yours. it was a slow, tender dance, and she found herself melting into it. you were so soft and responsive in her arms, and it made her feel things she hadn't felt in years. your hands moved to her shoulders, then up to her neck, pulling her closer. van moaned softly into your mouth, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

van's hands trembled slightly as she tried to unbutton your jeans, her breath hitching with anticipation. but you gently stopped her, your hands covering hers. she looked into your eyes, surprised and a bit nervous. then, to her astonishment, you slid down from her lap until your knees hit the floor between her legs. “i want to… can i?” you whispered as you looked up into her eyes.

van's eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. she hadn't expected this at all. most of the time, she was the one taking charge, giving pleasure without expecting much in return. but seeing you on your knees, looking up at her with those big, sincere eyes, made something stir deep within her. "yes," she breathed out, her hands gripping the edge of the chair tightly.

you carefully unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her underwear, revealing her already soaked. van bit her lip, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. she watched as you hesitantly licked your lips before diving in, parting your mouth and sucking on her clit. van gasped loudly, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her. "oh fuck…" she moaned, her hands finding their way into your hair.

her legs trembled as you continued teasing her with your tongue, sucking gently while your finger slid inside. she hadn't been touched like this in years, and her body was already sensitive and responsive. "shit, you're… you're good at this," she panted, thighs tightening around your head. you looked up at her with those big eyes while pleasing her, driving her completely crazy. "fuck, don't stop..." she whimpered, hands tangled in your hair.

she arched her back, her hips moving involuntarily against your face as your tongue swirled perfectly against her. "holy shit..." she gasped. her grip in your hair tightened, nails unconsciously dragging against your scalp.

you hummed softly against her pussy and added a second finger, making her whine and moan. "god," she hissed, spreading her legs wider. your fingers thrust inside her while your tongue teased her clit, making wet sounds that echoed in the small room. when you curled your fingers inside her and hit a particularly sensitive spot, van moaned loudly, her entire body shuddering. "fuck, fuck, fuck... just like that..." she panted. she looked down at you, seeing you glistening from her juices around your mouth and the way you were so focused on pleasuring her. it was too much. "keep going... i'm gonna come..." she warned, her voice trembling. "fuck, you're gonna make me come so hard..." she moaned, legs shaking.

within seconds of you maintaining that perfect pace - your fingers curved just right, tongue flicking perfectly against her sensitive clit - she came hard. her legs clamped around your head as a loud moan escaped her lips. "holy fuck, y/n..." she panted, trembling uncontrollably. she could feel the intense waves of pleasure washing over her body, unlike anything she'd felt. you stayed there, gentle and patient, prolonging her orgasm until she finally collapsed back on the chair.

van sat there for a moment, breathing heavily as she came down from her high. she looked down at you, seeing you kneeling there with a soft expression, covered in her wetness. “you good?” you sweetly asked, van lazily nodded her head. "come here..." she panted, reaching out to pull you up between her legs. "kiss me..." she demanded softly, wanting to taste herself on your lips.

you started visiting her store almost daily now. every time the bell chimed, van looked up from whatever she was doing hoping it was you. she eventually invited you out on a real date.

aaand… i happen to love detailed requests! so don’t even apologize, anon. ^.^

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ugh no bby it’s perfect I love your writing so bad -🎀

i didn’t see this until now and i just blushed 😞😞 thank you, 🎀 ily

call me baby again and i’ll fold like a plastic cup

me

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hii maybe van taking care of a very drunk reader. maybe readers a little younger

the fact i was already planning to write this but just forgot all about it, thank you for reminding me anon. ily 😭😭

pairing: van palmer x reader

warnings: fluff, consuming alcohol, vomiting, cursing, not proofread

the neon lights of the bar flickered against the rain-soaked streets as you stumbled out, your friends laughing and chatting loudly around you. you had lost count of how many drinks you'd had, but your head was spinning nicely, and your cheeks were flushed with warmth. your friends exchanged glances, their laughter fading as they realized you were more than a little tipsy.

"hey, hey, slow down there." one of your friends, sarah, caught your arm as you nearly missed a step. "you okay, girl? you've had a lot to drink." she looked at the others, who nodded in agreement. “i’m fine,” you slurred and waved your hand dismissively.

"she's trashed," another friend, lisa, muttered. "someone call van. she'll kill us if she finds out we let her get this drunk." sarah pulled out her phone, dialing van's number quickly before your drunk self could protest. "hey, van," she answered quietly, walking away from the group. "y/n is wasted." she heard van sigh loudly. "how many drinks has she had?"

"too many," sarah admitted, watching you do a terrible job at dancing to the music. "like, way too many. she can hardly stand straight." "fuck sake," van muttered. "do not let her have another drink. i'm on my way." she hung up, leaving sarah with strict orders. "no more booze," sarah announced, snatching your glass away just as you were about to down the rest of it. "aww,"

you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. "i was gonna drink that." "nope," sarah shook her head, putting the glass out of your reach. "van says no more, and we listen to van." you pouted and mumbled something incoherent.

within 20 minutes, van pulled up to the curb. the streetlight caught the lines of van's face as she stepped out, her expression already showing concern mixed with annoyance. she walked straight up to your friends, giving them a sharp nod of thanks before her eyes landed on you. standing by the bar's exit, you were giggling at nothing with your arms wrapped around yourself, completely oblivious to her presence. sarah approached her discreetly. "she's had... a lot."

van raised an eyebrow, taking in your drunken state. "i can see that," she replied dryly. she turned her attention back to you, watching as you swayed slightly on your feet. "alright, let's get you home." she muttered to herself as she walked over to you, her voice softening as she approached. "hey, sweetheart."

you turned around, your eyes taking a moment to focus on van's face. "vannn!" you giggled, throwing your arms around her neck. "you're here!" van wrapped her arms around your waist to keep you steady. "yes, i am," she murmured, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol on your breath. "time to go home now, okay?" "mmmhmm," you hummed, nuzzling against her neck.

van kept a firm arm around your waist to help you to the car. you giggled again and buried your face in her neck, your arms tightening around her. "you're so warm," you mumbled, your voice muffled against her skin. van just chuckled under her breath and practically dragged you to the car, opening the passenger door with one hand. "in you go, drunky." she said with a small smile as she carefully set you down on the seat. "stay there." she ordered.

you pouted as van tried to move away. "nooo," you whined, reaching out to grab her arm. "don't leave me." van sighed and gently removed your hand, bringing it up to press a kiss to your knuckles. "i'm just going to talk to your friends, baby. i'm not leaving you." she promised softly. you watched her with heavy-lidded eyes as she walked away.

van quickly thanked your friends again with a sheepish smile, paying the tab for your drinks before returning to the car. she slid into the driver's seat and turned to look at you. you were slumped against the door, your eyes half-open as you stared at her with a goofy smile. "seatbelt," she commanded softly, reaching over to buckle you in when you just blinked at her slowly, not moving. "come on, drunk girl." she repeated, trying not to laugh as she leaned over you to fasten the seatbelt herself.

as van started the car, she glanced over at you, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes glassy. she shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "you know, i should be mad at you," she said softly, pulling away from the curb. "but you're too cute right now." you giggled in response, turning to look out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of color. the drive home to van was relatively quiet, save for your occasional giggle or mumbled word. van kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then to check if you were still awake. when they finally pulled up to her place, van turned off the engine and turned to face you. "we're home." she said softly, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face.

"mmmhmm," you mumbled, still staring out the window. van sighed softly, reaching over to gently grab your chin and turn your face towards her. "hey, look at me," she commanded softly, her thumb brushing against your cheek. you blinked slowly, focusing on her face. "we're home," she repeated, more gently this time. "let's go inside, okay?" you nodded sleepily, allowing van to guide you out of the car and inside.

as van unlocked the door to her store, she held it open for you to stumble inside. the bell above the door chimed softly as you entered, the dim lighting and decor instantly enveloping you. van followed close behind, her hand never leaving your back to steady you. "careful," she murmured as you navigated through the store, your eyes wandering over the various retro items. suddenly, you stopped in your tracks, picking up a comic book. "oooh, what's this?"

"that... is called a comic book." van said teasingly, leaning against the counter as she watched you flip through the pages with interest. her lips quirked up into a smirk as she watched you. "it's pretty old too," she added, pushing off the counter to come stand next to you. "you like comics now?" she teased lightly and raised an eyebrow, her eyes scanning the pages over your shoulder. "mmmhmm," you hummed distractedly, turning the page while slightly swaying.

van reached out and gently patted your head, her voice softening with amusement. "come on, let's get upstairs before you pass out right here." she took the comic from your hands and placed it back on the shelf before guiding you towards the stairs.

as you stumbled up the creaky wooden stairs, van kept a firm grip on your arm to prevent you from falling. the stairs led to her cozy apartment above the store, filled with more retro decor and vintage furniture. once upstairs, van turned on a soft lamp, casting a warm glow over the room. she gently guided you to the couch, sitting you down before kneeling in front of you to remove your shoes. "alright, drunk girl," she murmured with a small smile, "time for bed."

"nooo..." you whined softly, leaning back against the couch cushions and kicking your feet playfully. van looked up from untying your shoes and raised an eyebrow at your childish stubbornness. "don't 'no' me," she said firmly but gently, setting your shoes aside. "you're way too drunk to be this argumentative."

she stood up and reached out to grab your hands, pulling you up to your feet. "come on, let's go to the bedroom." she said, leading you down her small hallway. once inside the bedroom, she turned on the bedside lamp, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. she began to slowly unbutton the top buttons of your blouse, her movements gentle and careful. "arms up," she murmured, helping you remove your blouse completely.

you mumbled something unintelligible, crossing your arms over your chest. "hmm?" van prompted, trying to decipher your drunken mumbling. "hungryyyyy," van's expression softened with understanding. "ah, you're hungry?" she asked, setting your blouse aside. "alright, let's get you some food. but first, let me get you into something more comfortable, okay?" she reached into her dresser and pulled out a soft, oversized t-shirt, holding it out for you. "arms up, please."

you mumbled and complained, but eventually lifted your arms, allowing van to pull the t-shirt over your head. van helped you remove the rest of your clothes, leaving you in just the oversized t-shirt and your underwear. she then kneeled in front of you. "stay here," she said firmly, standing up to head to the kitchen. "i'll be right back with food." she promised, leaving you sitting on the bed.

a few minutes later, van returned with a plate of grilled cheese toasts and a glass of water. she set the plate on the bedside table and turned to you, holding out the glass of water. "drink this," she ordered gently, "you need to rehydrate." she watched you carefully as you took small sips of water, her eyes filled with concern and affection. once you finished the glass, she picked up a sandwich and broke it in half. "here, eat this."

you took the half toast from her and began to eat slowly with your eyes closed, the warm, melty cheese and buttery bread soothing your queasy stomach. van smiled softly. "feel better?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. you mumbled a “yes,” around the toast and nodded your head, leaning into her touch. van wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you finished eating the sandwich. "good," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

once you finished eating, van gently took the plate from your hands and set it aside. she stood up and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. she then climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into her arms and spooning you against her warm body. van had already gotten ready for bed before your friends called and requested to pick you up. "now, sleep," she whispered, her arm tightening around you as she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. "no more arguments." she whispered, her voice already growing sleepy.

“i love you,” you mumbled against the pillow. van's heart swelled with warmth at your sleepy declaration of love. she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, her arms wrapping around you tighter. "i love you too," she whispered back, "so much." she buried her face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "sleep, please." she murmured, holding you close as your breathing evened out and you quickly fell into a deep sleep.

you woke up suddenly, your stomach churning uncomfortably. you sat up slowly, the room still mostly dark. you were slightly less drunk now, but your stomach still felt queasy. you carefully got out of bed, wincing slightly as your head throbbed softly. padding towards the bathroom quietly, so you wouldn't wake van. once inside the small bathroom, you bent over the sink, splashing water on your face. you caught your reflection in the mirror - your hair was messy, your eyes bloodshot and mascara smudged.

you wet a towel and pressed it to the back of your neck, taking deep breaths to calm your stomach. you were no longer heavily drunk, just tipsy and hungover. you bent down again, filling your hands with water and splashing your face. you caught sight of your reflection again - your cheeks were paler now, your lips pressed into a thin line. your stomach churned again softly. you swallowed hard, trying to push down the nausea. just then, you heard soft footsteps outside the bathroom.

the bathroom door creaked open slowly, van pushing it open cautiously. she must have woke up sensing that you were no longer beside her. she switched on the bathroom light, you both were squinting against the brightness. she saw you bent over the sink, looking pale and disoriented. "baby?" she called out softly, her voice groggy from sleep but concerned. she stepped into the bathroom, rubbing her eyes. "you okay in here?" she asked, coming up behind you.

you turned your head to look at van over your shoulder, your face contorted in a pained expression as your stomach churned again. "i don't feel good," you managed to whisper before quickly stumbling over to the toilet and opened the seat, dry heaving into it. van's eyes widened in concern as she quickly moved over to you, gathering your hair up gently and holding it out of the way as you continued to dry heave. "shh, it's okay," she soothed, rubbing your back softly with her other hand.

you tried to gag again, your stomach cramping softly. "god," you whimpered softly, your forehead resting on your knees. van rubbed your back gently, pushing your hair back. "you drank way too much," she murmured softly, her voice not scolding but filled with worry. she watched your shoulders tense as you threw up into the toilet.

van's brow furrowed as she watched you suffer through the hangover. she straightened up and grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, wetting it under cold water before gently pressing it to the back of your neck and your forehead. "breathe," she instructed softly, "slow, deep breaths." you whimpered again, the cold cloth feeling soothing on your heated skin. van crouched down next to you, her arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady.

after a few more moments of puking, you finally started to calm down, your breathing returning to normal. van kept the cool cloth on your neck, her other hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles. "better?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. you nodded weakly, leaning into her touch. van sighed softly and stood up, helping you to your feet as well. "come here," she said gently, guiding you over to the sink.

she turned on the faucet, wetting another washcloth before carefully cleaning your face, wiping away the smudged mascara and remnants of last night's makeup. "here," she said softly, pressing a cup of water to your lips. "take small sips." you complied, still feeling wobbly and tired. van finished cleaning your face and watched you rinse your mouth out. "lean on me," she said, supporting your weight as you continued to sip water slowly. when you finished, you looked up at van expecting a lecture about drinking way too much. you’ve heard it before, the endless “you don’t know your limit.”

"you realize you could've died from alcohol poisoning, right?" van said softly, her voice serious. "or worse, passed out somewhere and gotten taken advantage of?" she added, her voice slightly sharper. "god, do you know how many things could've gone wrong?" she continued, yeah she was definitely overprotective. “you’re being dramatic, i know my limit.” you muttered.

van sighed. "mhm, your limit is clearly 'get wasted and make your friends call your girlfriend to pick up your drunk ass’," van retorted, her voice slightly bitter. "because from where i'm standing, it looks like you went way over your limit last night." she crossed her arms over her chest, her brow furrowed in frustration. "don't give me that 'i know my limit' bullshit. you clearly don't, or you wouldn't be puking your guts up right now." she retorted sharply.

you rolled your eyes and only replied with “mmhm”, her voice firm but still softened with concern as she saw you sway slightly. "do you have any idea how worried i was when your friends called? how many fucking scenarios were running through my head while i drove over there?" you winced, pressing your hand against your temples gingerly. "headache?" she asked more gently now, noticing your discomfort. without waiting for an answer, she moved to get you some painkillers.

you heard van curse softly under her breath as she searched for the painkillers. she muttered something about you being stupid and stubborn, making you raise an eyebrow. "i heard that," you called out softly, your voice still raspy. "i wasn't talking to you," she threw back with a small smirk, finding the pills finally. she grabbed the cup and filled it with water, bringing the water and pills back to you. "here," she said softly again, watching you carefully. "take two." you tossed the pills back with some water.

van watched you silently for a moment, her gaze softening as she saw you wince again. "you look like you got hit by a truck," she commented dryly, trying to lighten the mood. you scoffed weakly, running a hand through your messy hair. "i feel like it too," you admitted softly. van sighed, setting the cup down and moving to stand in front of you. "come here." she ordered softly, holding out her arms.

you looked up at her warily, unsure if she was still angry at you or not. her expression was soft but stern, her eyes gentle but firm. "come here," she repeated, her arms still outstretched. you hesitated for a moment before slowly moving towards her, wrapping your arms around her waist gently. van sighed and wrapped her arms around you tightly, pulling you into a hug. "you're an idiot," she muttered softly into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“heard it before,” you nuzzled against her chest, inhaling her familiar scent, feeling safe and warm in her arms. "you're lucky you're cute," van murmured, her fingers carding through your messy hair. "otherwise, i might be angrier at you right now." you hummed softly, “it’s 4 am… can we please drop the lecture and just go back to bed.” your voice muffled against van’s chest.

van chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in her chest. "fine, let's go back to bed," she agreed, loosening her hold on you. she gently guided you back to the bedroom, her arm wrapped around your waist to support you. once in bed, she pulled the covers up over you and climbed in beside you, pulling you back into her arms. "no more drinking like that, okay? you clearly don’t know your limit.” she murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “yes i do, i’m not a teenager…” you mumbled, your eyes already drooping again.

"then stop acting like one," she retorted softly, adjusting your position so you were laying more comfortably against her chest. "you passed out drunk last night. that's not exactly adult behavior." she stroked your hair gently as your breathing began to even out again. “fuck you,” you playfully retorted. van softly laughed “sleep,” she whispered, feeling your weight go limp against her. "mmph..." was your only response before you drifted off to sleep, your face buried in her chest.

requests are open :)))

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reader x shauna with a breeding kink that’s literally it please and thank you -🎀

oh 🎀 anon, you read my mind

pairing: shauna shipman x reader

warnings: breeding kink (duh), cum, dirty talk, use of strap-on, strap on referred to as cock or dick, explicit language, suggestive themes, not proofread, 18+!

thinking about shauna who loves fucking you with her strap-on. you on your hands and knees, upper body pressed into the mattress and drooling on the pillow. shauna’s slick body sticking to you while holding you, her blabbering and breathing heavy in your ear about how much she wants to cum inside you. 😵‍💫

your thighs are spread wide, ass high in the air as shauna slams into you. your back arches, taking the thick fake dick deeper. her groaning. "baby," she hisses, "look at you taking my cock like a good girl..." your face scrunches up as she hits your sweet spot, drool pooling on the pillow. "mmph!" you whimper, spreading your knees wider to take more. shauna's hands are gripping your hips, you're whimpering and drooling into the pillow, looking a mess. her blabbering into your ear “you take my cock so well... i'm gonna fill you up with my cum..." she reaches around to grab your breasts, pulling you back against her slick body as she pounds into you.

shauna eventually getting an ejaculating dildo and fake cum lube, mm yes…

shauna is just a blabbering mess "i wanna see my cum leak out of you...” you’re crying out and muffling your moans into the pillow. “fuck yes... fuck yes... i’m gonna cum baby...” she groans loudly and holds your hips down, the dildo hitting your g-spot relentlessly as it squirts fake cum inside of you. shauna is just mesmerized and all sorts of imagines is running through her head, she wants to see you pregnant so bad. the thought is making her so horny.

"baby... look at my cum leaking out of you." she hisses, watching as the fake white liquid drips down your thighs. "i wish it was real..." she whimpers, nuzzling into your back. “you’d be such a good mother..." she murmurs, her hands roaming over your stomach.

sorry, this is like… sooo short lmao. i kept rewriting and deleting it and this is how it turned out 🫤

requests are open :)))