#wlw x reader

[lilithschosen]

if the bed's rocking, don't come knocking

word count: 4091 ships: Betty x Reader (yes you read that right. x reader lmao) rating: E (NSFW) tags: smut, cunnilingus, nipple play, possessiveness (from Betty!! for a bit, lil ooc but shhh it's hot)

(ao3 link)

It’s been a stressful couple of months for you. Not having a job, trying to apply to everything and everywhere while nothing gets back to you. With all of that pent-up frustration, you’ve managed to relieve it with masturbation. It’s normal, natural, and healthy to do. Any sort of resistance in any regard, you’d grumble your way to the bedroom and pull out whatever you were feeling from the bedside table and get down to it. 

Some nights you’d stare up at the ceiling, laying in the middle of your soft bed when you should be sleeping, you’d reach over to that damn table and pull out your vibrator just to finally get yourself to sleep. It was a routine of sorts, a rhythm you fell into easily. 

You live alone, no one could hear you or tell you to stop. So, who cares?

When you finally manage to land a job at Valdivian of all places, you’re excited. Some semblance of pay instead of having your parents front your utilities bills for the thousandth time because they don’t want you blowing all your savings. 

It’s all fine and good until you get a notification literally your first day that you were being relieved of your position, only to be replaced by an AI assistant. 

So much for that, you think. 

You push back from the desk with a long, drawn out sigh. The chair catches on the rug underneath your desk and you nearly topple backwards, hand flying out to grab onto the shelf behind you. You stand slowly, making sure you’re stood firmly on the floor before fully rising up. Pushing the chair back under the desk, you hear the Thiscord notification sound from your phone. 

Fishing it out of your back pocket, you open the message from a username you don’t recognize. The person rambles on about how you’re expecting a package for special glasses then hear a thud against your office window. 

A Valdivian delivery drone.

You watch with bated breath, praying silently the stupid drone doesn’t break through a window. “Don’t break it, don’t break it. I can’t fucking afford a busted window, please.”

It zooms around to your front door and you hear a smash as well as a thud. You curse quietly and rush to the door, seeing the drone stuck in the windowed part of your door, with a package delivered inside your house. You kick at the busted glass and snag the box, glaring at the drone as it whirs. 

You toss the box in your hand, thinking twice before you throw your best fastball at the drone using the box. Instead, you exhale slowly and turn on your heels. You’ll fix the window later. 

The Thiscord notification pings again and you swap the box to your other hand while you open the messages. The person, tinfoilhat, tells you they’re a prototype. A one of one type of technology. You hum, rolling your eyes in disbelief as you climb your stairs up to your bedroom. 

You make your way into your bedroom and toss the box on the bed, now able to fully respond to the person on the messaging app. They ask if you can try the device out and essentially be a guinea pig of sorts. You don’t remember signing up to be a test dummy for anything, but since you didn’t have anything else to do, why not?

You pull the box apart and see glasses. Pink tinted aviators. 

You laugh at yourself, feeling like you’re being pranked. 

Lifting the glasses out delicately with your forefinger and thumb pinching at the metal frame of the glasses, you hold them up to your face. They don’t seem like anything special. 

Another Thiscord ping. 

You brush it off and nestle the glasses on your face. The immediate pink overlay has your head swimming, but you blink and squint until your eyes adjust.

“Damn, she looks good in those.” 

You freeze, hands out as if someone had a gun trained on you. The voice gasps at your reaction and you turn to face where it was coming from. 

A pink haired, curvy woman is sitting on your bed. She has a white billowing coat and a light brown corset of sorts on her torso, with white plush pants to go with it. The tail of the coat falls down to the floor and your breath catches at the sight of her. 

“You can see me?” she asks tentatively, fingers held up to her mouth as she stares at you with wide eyes. “You can hear me?”

You nod, hands still in front of you. You step back a bit, closer to the doorway of your bedroom. You don’t want to startle her and have her do anything rash, but you have no idea how this beautiful woman ended up in your bedroom of all places. 

“Wait, don’t go,” she calls out, reaching to grab you by the wrist, “It’s me, I promise you know me!”

Her hand wraps around your wrist and you blush, staring down at it. “I do?”

She smiles at you, stepping closer. She takes your other hand with hers, holding them in front of you. Your heart pounds in your chest, not knowing where to look so you opt to just stare down at the floor. 

“Well, I'd hope so seeing we sleep together every night. I'm Betty, I'm your bed.”

Your head snaps up in confusion, staring at her now. She bites her lip, looking at you with heavy lidded eyes. The Thiscord notification pings again and you go to take it out of your pocket but she holds your hands between the two of you. 

“You know how to drive a woman wild, that’s for sure,” her breathy voice is breaking you down, just from her talking, “I wasn’t sure if you even knew I exist, but hearing those sounds you make late at night? Hearing you call out for someone, begging to cum? It was for me, wasn’t it?”

You swallow hard and stammer, glasses slipping down your nose. As the frames fall out of view from your eyes, you notice she disappears in front of you. She clears her throat, letting your hand go to push the glasses back up on your face with a chuckle. 

“There you go, baby.”

She drops her hold on your wrist, allowing you to take your hands back as she shifts back to sit down on the bed. You try to wrap your head around the thought that this gorgeous woman is your bed, then start to spiral about everything you’ve done in the bed. 

Betty watches you panic and giggles at you, leaning back on the bed. She tilts her head and shakes it gently, letting her long, pink curls cascade down her back. Her hand runs across the blankets and she sighs sensually. 

“I thought you were just into Ben-Hwa the way you use those toys all the time,” she frowns as she speaks, but perks up as she drags her hand up her body, “But the way you whine and dig your heels into me? I knew it was for me. You put on quite a show, you know.”

Your mouth goes dry, eyes locked onto Betty’s hand as she runs it across her ample chest.

“When you grabbed onto the headboard the other night?” Betty groans, pressing her thighs together at the memory, “I swear I would’ve cum too if you held on any longer.”

“How long have you, uh,” you pause, mouth held open as Betty’s eyes lock with yours and you notice how blown out her pupils are, “How long have you been here?”

Betty smirks. “You don’t remember, baby? Since you brought me home and put me together. Your fingertips tickled as you put together my frame and you were so gentle hauling the mattress on me.”

She spreads her legs, moving them apart as far as she can. She gazes up at you with a curious, hopeful look. Wordlessly asking for you to move in, to come closer. 

Your feet act before your brain can stop you and you step forward, drawn into Betty’s space in a trance. She sits up in the bed with a mischievous grin and wraps her arms around your hips, holding you against her body with her chin resting against the button of your jeans. 

She inhales the scent of your cleaned shirt, groaning before she can rub her nose against it. She holds her forehead beneath your navel for a beat then hooks her fingers through the belt loops of your pants. 

“God,” she rasps with her eyes closed in revelation, “That time you stuck one of those toys you have to the bed frame and rode it. I was praising you so loud, I thought you’d hear me, I honestly hoped you did. You looked so fucking perfect bouncing on it.”

She pecks at your lower belly through the shirt and looks back up at you, face flushed with her eyes open again. You want to look away, to break away from Betty’s hold, run away and call the police of all things. Yet, you stay here. In Betty’s arms. 

Betty bites her lip again and you wet yours with a quick swipe of your tongue, locked in place. 

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything,” she begins, her arms around your waist starting to loosen, “I think I got a little carried away, so I’m sorry for that. I’ve been dreaming of this day for I don’t even know how long anymore.”

She blushes harder, dropping your shared gaze. You feel guilty and cup her cheek on instinct, wanting to comfort her. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, Betty,” you rush out, clearing your throat before continuing, “I’m a little overwhelmed at the thought that you’re a person and not just my bed after everything I’ve done in you.”

Betty moans quietly at the implication, layering her hand over yours on her cheek. She lets you guide her face back to look at one another and you smile. 

“Can we start over?”

She nods, returning your smile. You stay quiet with your hand still holding her face and find yourself rubbing at her cheek with your thumb. She chuckles at the action, turning her face into your palm to press a kiss into it. 

“I’m Betty,” she states, “I’m your bed. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She runs her nails over your knuckles and you shiver, a chill running up your spine. “Nice to finally meet you as well, Betty.”

She grins up at you, other hand snaking up and over your backside until she has her fingers tucked into the waistband of your jeans. You chirp at the surprise but don’t fight her, instead laughing breathily at it. 

Why was your bed flustering so much?

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore, sugar,” she grips onto your jeans, the waistband digging into your hips from how much she holds in her fist, “Can I kiss you?”

You gawk at her, unable to verbally respond and you just nod dumbly. She presses the back of her knuckles into your lower back and scoots back on the bed, forcing you forward even more until you can only fall. You topple onto Betty and she giggles at you, wrapping her legs around yours while holding your face with her hands. 

She drinks you in, committing every inch of you to memory before her eyes fix to your lips. Betty eases in slowly, nearly hesitating to ask for permission once more before she closes the distance entirely and kisses you. 

It’s a sweet, gentle kiss. Testing the waters. Hoping that you wouldn’t break it and run away. 

When your eyes flutter closed, she moans against your mouth. Her tongue slips between her lips and licks between yours, begging for entrance. You let it in, letting her consume you entirely. 

She nips at your lower lip, tugging it back before continuing to swirl her tongue onto yours in your mouth. Her hands drop from your face and splay against your back, hips lifting underneath you to grind against you. 

Betty breaks the kiss with a gasp for air, chest heaving as she pants. “Fuck, I knew you’d be a good kisser, too.”

Your lips throb from the kisses and you surge forward to keep going. She squeaks in surprise but it falls into another moan as you trail down to her chin and groan against her jaw. 

“That’s it, baby,” Betty coos, rocking into you again, “Keep going. That’s my girl.”

You drag your canine teeth against her jawbone before moving down to her throat, pressing sloppy kisses as you crawl. You suck and nip and bite at every part of her neck, wanting nothing more than to cover Betty in kisses. 

Your hands hold just under the swell of her breasts as you lift from her chest, staring at them in hunger. Betty laughs at you, running a finger over the top of them before dragging it between them. She traces the faint stretch marks across her skin and your mouth waters, wanting to do the same with your tongue.

“You want these, sweetie?” she asks with a saccharine sweet voice, pouting at you with her kiss-swollen lips, “Wanna suck on them? I know how much you love rubbing your head between them.”

You pause at the comment, unable to pinpoint when you would’ve until it hits you. You always nestle your head between your pillows when you fuck yourself. Betty gives a throaty chuckle, pulling the fabric of her shirt down with the same finger. Her tits burst out, bouncing in your face. She tucks the shirt underneath them and winds a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth to one of her already hardened nipples. 

“Go ahead, baby. I love when you play with my tits.”

You don’t hesitate, immediately wrapping your lips around one of her nipples and sucking it into your mouth. She groans, holding her head against the mattress while digging her fingers into your hair. She grips it at the base of your skull and pulls, but keeps you against her breast. 

You take her other breast into your hand, running your fingers across the other nipple to play with it. Betty cries out at the dual sensation, grinding into your abdomen. She whimpers at you, nodding while your tongue swirls around her nipple. 

“Fu-uck, baby,” she hiccups, moaning as you pull your mouth from her tit to pay attention to the other. You rub your saliva around her nipple while your tongue laps at the other, “So good for me. Just like that.”

You graze your teeth against it, holding the nipple between them while you run then back and forth providing even pressure. She cries out, bucking into you again. 

Sucking her nipple into your mouth hard, you let it fall with a wet pop. You smack your lips and grin at her. “Need something?”

Betty smirks, shifting underneath you to press her knee between your legs. Your smugness falls as you whimper shamelessly at the sensation, throbbing against her leg. 

“I think you need something, love,” she grabs your ass with one hand while the other tugs your head back and you moan. “You’re far too fucking dressed for me right now.”

“Do something about it, then.”

Betty raises an eyebrow in question, licking her lips as she looks at you. She removes her hands from your ass and your hair, pushing you away from her with a shove to the chest. You cackle at her, climbing off of her to kneel up on the bed. You reach down to pull at the hem of your shirt but she swats at you, grabbing it herself. 

She removes your shirt in a swift move as you raise your arms to help her. She wastes no time, grabbing the button of your jeans and popping it open. She wiggles them down your hips, revealing your underwear and she groans with a lip between her teeth.

“Look at you,” she drawls out, ripping your pant legs off of you one at a time until you’re free of them completely. She cups your center through your underwear, her eyes rolling into her head feeling how wet she made you. “My poor thing, I bet you’re aching. Let me take care of you.”

Betty pushes you back with two fingers to your shoulder. You fall down with a soft thud, but you lean up on your elbows to watch as Betty begins to peel off her clothes. She starts with the headband, wiggling it free from her curls and running her fingers through her hair. She leans over the bed to place it gently on the ground. As she sits back up, she shrugs out of her coat and shoves it to the floor. Then she lifts the top off, winking as her tits bounce up again once the shirt is removed. She tosses her shirt at you with a giggle, and pulls at the button to her pants. 

“I'd normally opt to do a little strip tease,” she says slowly, popping the button, “But I need to feel you and need you to feel me. Maybe next time?” 

The thought of being able to do this again has your brain fuzzy. 

She drops her pants, lifting her legs out of them, and tosses them to the floor to join the rest of her clothes. 

Betty lets your eyes wander, taking in every aspect of her curvy form. The way her hips swell, the soft tummy and the additional stretch marks across it and her thighs. She looks so soft and squeezable, someone you want to touch endlessly. Your hand trembles, reaching for her to do just that.

“Are you ready for me, lover?” 

Your attention pulls back to her face and you nod, parting your legs as an open invitation. She crawls between them, wrapping her hands around your calves and starts kissing up your legs. 

Your cunt aches as she settles with your legs over her shoulders. Betty nips at your inner thigh, sighing happily. 

“You smell so good, baby,” she groans, pressing a kiss to your pussy through your soaked underwear, “I can't believe this is all for me.”

She rubs her nose into you, inhaling the scent of your arousal. The mass of fluffy, pink hair is all you can see above your crotch. You need her, need anything at the moment. Your hand inches away from your body, reaching out toward your bedside table on instinct. Betty doesn't notice at first, looking up at you through her lashes with a hunger in her eyes but stops as she snaps to find your wandering hand. 

“No,” she growls, lifting away from your thigh to grab your hand. She pins it to the bed next to you both. “Don't bring Ben-Hwa into this. I know you use them often enough, but right now you're fucking mine.” 

The possessiveness of Betty, the way her otherwise breathy, soft voice turns hard and raspy shouldn't turn you on, but it does. Your hips buck into empty space where she once was and she smirks. 

“You like that, baby?” she teases, “You like the thought of me making you mine? That's what you deserve after all of those orgasms that tore through your body on me.” 

You mewl a whimper, eyebrows pulling together while you buck your hips up again. She tucks your hand underneath your ass, patting you on the forearm, and wraps it over your thigh once more. 

Betty sticks out her tongue and licks a broad, strong stroke at your core. You cry out, fisting at the sheets underneath you. She hums her laugh into your cunt as she licks again. Tasting you through your underwear alone has her desperate for more. 

She rips your underwear to the side, unable to pull it off of your legs fast enough. She buries her tongue into your core and moans, frantically sucking and licking at every drop of your essence she can find. 

“Holy shit, Betty,” you gasp, rocking into her mouth. Her eyes connect with yours and she winks. “I-I don't know how long I’ll last.” 

Her tongue slips out of you and you whine in disappointment until she drags it through your folds. As the tip of her tongue grazes over your clit, you scream. 

Betty’s fingernails dig into your thighs as she focuses on your clit. She draws lazy shapes across the swollen nerve bundle and you can only grind into her face. You fight to keep your eyes open, wanting to watch Betty as you tiptoe toward your orgasm. 

She starts to write out letters over your clit, starting with a B. She spells out her name slowly, switching from holding her tongue flat against your cunt to teasing the tip of her tongue into your entrance. 

As she finishes the Y of her name, she swirls her tongue over your clit for an O and drags it up and down, writing out a W. She follows it with an N and an S, you push all the letters together and clench at the realization she's spelling out that she owns you. 

Where you anticipate another Y, there's a T. 

Each stroke of her tongue against you is more torturous than the last. 

H.

I.

S. 

You're panting, holding back the orgasm that threatens to send you into a spiral. 

C.

U.

N.

T. 

As she finishes the final letter, she slides her tongue into you and starts fucking you with it. 

“Yes!” you cry out, hand in your own hair with your palm against your forehead while you ride her face. “I'm so close, Betty! Please, fuck, I'm gonna-.”

You scream her name again as she flicks her tongue into you in the exact spot you need, sending you head first into the waves of your pleasure. 

You cum in her mouth and she moans with voracious approval at the taste of your juices, feeling your walls spasming around her tongue. 

Betty keeps thrusting her tongue in and out of you until your orgasm slowly dissipates, leaving your body spent and practically vibrating. She presses a final opened mouth kiss over your clit, holding her nose in your pubic hair for a moment before pulling away entirely. 

She sits up between your legs, grinning from ear to ear with your slick covering the lower half of her face. You let out an exhausted huff, covering your eyes with a hand. 

“I can't believe my bed just fucked me senseless.” 

Betty swipes the corner of her mouth, licking your cum off her thumb. “After everything you've done on me before? I can.” 

You laugh, shifting the glasses on your face. Betty graciously settles next to you, watching over you with a pleased look. 

“I think I've firmly staked my claim,” she scratches a single nail between your breasts, “I'm normally easy going when it comes to lovers, but something's different about you.”

You cough, sputtering with a laugh that came out wrong. It makes you feel like you're floating at Betty's words. You weren't ever sure you could be perceived as different or anyone that stood out, but Betty made you feel like you were. 

She tweaks a nipple, bringing you back to her with a hiss. “Are you okay, sugar?”

“Yeah,” you say, waving her off as you shimmy closer to her on the bed, “Just started thinking a bit. So you said you've been here the whole time?” 

She nods, propping her head up on her hand while she drapes her other arm over your abdomen.

“Since day one, sweetie.” 

Betty has seen every side of you that you've brought out in this house since you bought it. You feel embarrassed at that, despite Betty gazing at you like you've hung the moon in the sky. 

“That's cool. Well, I'm glad to be able to see you now.” 

Betty laughs gently, “Me too, baby.”

She ushers you in to rest your head on her chest, which you eagerly do. She’s just as soft and inviting as you’d want, as you’d expect. Comforting and warm. 

Your eyelids grow heavy and you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep when she squeezes you tight against her. “You can play around with everyone else in the house come tomorrow. But for now? You’re all mine.”

[slut4megantheestallion]

I need all of them so badly 😩

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

[bambisafe]

I'm back! It's the anon who requested all the Ashley relationship headcanons. I should probably stop calling myself "the anon who requested the Ashley relationship headcanons" because that's a mouthful, so from now on I'll be going by 🌻 anon :)

Now, I have a third request! Please consider... soft make-out session and cuddles with Re3 Remake Jill x female!reader. Because I have the BIGGEST crush on Jill ever. I literally got into Resident Evil in the first place because of her. I'm Jill's girlfriend irl trust me-- If I keep rambling about how much I love her, I'd be sending you an entire essay, so I'll be stopping there. Good day/night :D

morning kisses

re3r!jill valentine / f!reader

warnings : men don’t interact. none, just domestic fluff

word count : 236

author’s note : 🌻 anon, it’s great to hear from you once again! i’m happy to deliver to you and the jill girlies. re3r jill is such a lovely depiction of her character, i’m happy to write this <3

the world outside was still asleep, that morning serenity seeping through the windows in a deep blue hue.

jill lied in her side, hair mussed, hand under her cheek, and you can’t help but just lay and admire.

your girlfriend has never looked so peaceful. there is something about how she looks when she’s sleeping that is sacred. unmatched. only you get this with her.

you shift slightly and that wakes jill nearly instantly. not in alarm, no sudden movements, just a slow awakening.

she cracks her eyes open, finds you tucked under the comforter, the tiniest of rare smiles blooms on her perfect face.

reaching out, she cradles your jaw with a rough palm, thumb stroking your cheek.

“hi, sweetheart…” her voice comes out low and scratchy from sleep, and it makes you melt.

you shuffle closer, nuzzling your nose against hers. no more words are spoken, only shown in actions.

you kiss her once, a gentle brushing of the lips. and then again, slower, deeper. it’s not rushed, or hungry, it merely speaks i missed you while you were sleeping.

rolling onto her back, red lines stamped on her cheek, jill pulls you on top of her, arm bracketing around your waist as you lay your head on her warm chest.

this is all you need. this is all she needs. jill comes home from every mission for this type of domesticity. for you.

[cutiepiepiesweet]

Exams are over buddy…

One two three..I want yuri!!!

me before and after discovering yuri

Write more fics pls I’ve read all the Yuri mangas, manhuas there are hurry hurry!! (Real not fake)

[onlypinkslut]

im so excited for your wlw smut you have no idea (literally any character) but ughhh i cannot wait

also!! will you be doing only jjk women, or a mix of fandoms or your own characters?

ahhh stop you’re so cute i’m actually so excited to share it too 😭🫶🏼 and yes of course!! i’ve definitely thought about doing wlw with jjk girls maki obviously (cause who doesn’t wanna get manhandled by her), but also yuki, mei mei… even fem!toji if y’all want her to go wild 😵‍💫

but i’ll also be mixing in other fandoms + some ocs i’ve been dying to unleash, feel free to send requests too i’m literally foaming at the mouth over the potential rn 🩷

[v1sexual]

whoever edited this needs their pussy ate

[gpcwsl]

leah x single mom?

Leah Williamson x Reader

Unicorn Castle

WC: 1366

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

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

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

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

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

Then she noticed the chalk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you draw wif me?”

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

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

So Leah sat down.

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

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

And for the next little while, it was.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna saluted.

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

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

“You had it. Now I’ve got it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned, but before you could respond—

“LEEAAAHHHHHH!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or if she’d be back tomorrow.

Just in time for another dragon.

[fleurvi]

Big Chested S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with big titty gfs

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genre: smut (minors dni)

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

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

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Ambessa Medarda

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

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

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

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Caitlyn Kiramman

DIABOLICAL ORAL FIXATION.

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

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

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

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Grayson

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

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

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Mel Medarda

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

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

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

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

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Sevika

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

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

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Vi

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

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

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

[cybrasigilism]

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

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

character: se-mi (player 380)

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

thanks to @elixk1tten for the request!

MDNI! 18+ content ahead, reader discretion is advised

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

and of course that person, was you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[limerlove]

nsfw content, eighteen+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“that’s not what—”

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

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

would you be willing to bleed for satisfaction alone?

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

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

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

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

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

"would i just what, violet?"

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

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

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

you hate her for it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jesus, do you serve your worst. 

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

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

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

“suck, babygirl.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh, this is just the fucking beginning.”

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

the three she just fucked you with.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Puppy like dog-hybrid girlfriend, she's all over the place then naps for four or so hours straight, everything is new and shiny no matter how many times she sees them.

Especially when it comes to you.

This is intended as a wlw relationship, the reader is explicitly stated as having a pussy.

Late afternoon naps are a must in your apartment, the sun perfectly hitting the bed as you lay back with your girlfriend, her tail still for once as she sleeps against your chest drooling slightly, mouth slack and ear twitching as she dreams. Her hair is a mess of blonde curls with equally soft and fluffy ears sticking out of the sleep tousled name, running your fingers through ends as you enjoy the peace after such a chaos filled day.

The morning was a slog of trying to get your girlfriend to her dentist appointment and then picking her up so you could go to a movie, only the dentist appointment took longer and you missed the movie, lunch was short and eaten in the car once your dear puppy could eat again, then it was grocery shopping and resisting the sad eyes you would receive as you passed by the cold meat section of the deli.

Exhausted was a soft term for how you were feeling, and the nap you had just woken from was well earned and needed.

The first signs of waking from your girlfriend are the increase in twitching, then a slow wag of her tail, all followed by a big yawn and those soft brown eyes opening to look at you with a soft smile. Wiping the drool off her face and stretching out her back and arms is quick and easy, not to be away from your embrace long before she is settling down again against your chest, smiling at you as he hands come to rest on your chest.

Kneading and gently playing with your breasts over your shirt as her tail slowly picks up its pace, wagging in full force as you sigh and lift your shirt. Ever the eager puppy she is beyond quick to latch onto your chest, one hand still kneading and playing with your breast as the other holds herself steady as she wraps her lips around a nipple and begins a lazy roll of her tongue, teasing and playing with it till she can see a shiver run through you.

Changing sides and giving the other breast the same attention, letting her spit cool on your skin as she pants between gently teasing tugs of your nipples with her fingers and teeth.

If her tail was wagging fast before, it is a blur of blonde and brown now as you lift your hips and let her tug off your bottoms, eager to wiggle her way between your thighs and huff at the delicious scent coming from under your underwear. Knowing all too well how eager she can get, you sink one hand into her hair and keep her somewhat steady as her ever eager mouth practically drenches the gusset of your underwear, having to gently remind her not to rip your clothes as you wiggle out of the remaining layers and throw a leg over her shoulders.

Late afternoon naps are a must but it's the eager way your girlfriend moves on from sun dappled snores to burying her face in your cunt that really makes it worth the occasional torn clothes, digging your fingers into her hair as you grind against her mouth.

One of her hands trying to hold your hips down as she presses forward hunched over and rolling her tongue across your clit as the other slips two fingers deep keeping you moaning for her as she smiles and pants, lips coated in you as she catches her breath for a moment drinking in how you look under her.

Quickly returning to her previous task with the same amount of enthusiasm as she does everything, hand scrabbling under the blanket for the toy she knows is always there, flicking the wand on and steading herself as she pulls back.

Fingers buried in you as she spreads your thighs open across her legs, wand humming as she gently rolls it towards your clit, keeping the board head away from direct contact as she waits for the slick sound her finger makes grows louder, laughing softly as she eases you into the vibration and growling as she feels your cunt clench around her fingers.

[gtgbabie0]

Sevika x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[slut4megantheestallion]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Threesome w/ ElliVi

Pairings: Ellivi x fem! reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mdni, Smut, Dom!ellie, Dom!vi, threesome, polyamorous relationship, fingering, strap-on sex, overstimulation, dumbification, sex toys, pussy slaps, slight degradation, heavy praise, aftercare, soft!Ellivi dynamic at the end.

The room is dimly lit, the low hum of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls of your apartment. You're sprawled across the mattress, legs trembling as Ellie grips your thighs, her calloused fingers digging into your skin.

"Look at you," she muses, her voice thick with amusement, running her two fingers teasingly through your soaked folds. "Already so needy, huh?"

Before you can even stammer out a response, Vi chuckles from behind, her rough hands ghosting up your torso before grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so her lips hover just near your ear.

"She loves being our dumb little thing," Vi murmurs, voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous, something possessive. "Don't you, babe?"

A whimper is all you manage before Ellie delivers a sharp slap to your clit, making you jolt. Your body betrays you, pushing further into her touch even as the sting lingers.

"Use your words," Ellie demands, her other hand tightening around your thigh. Vi presses a soft kiss to your jaw before adding, "Or we'll have to make you beg for it."

Your head spins, caught between them, bodies warm, eyes dark with hunger.

Ellie’s fingers stay at your entrance, teasing, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, making you squirm. "She's already making such a mess," Ellie mutters, dragging her fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Vi smirks, still holding your jaw. "She's always does. She's our good little thing, aren't you?" Her voice is deep, taunting, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod quickly, panting, but Ellie’s grip on your thigh tightens. "Nah, none of that nodding shit," she corrects, pressing a little harder against your clit before giving it another sharp slap, making you whimper. "Tell us."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-Yeah, I'm your good girl."

Vi grins, satisfied, and kisses down your jaw, down your neck, nipping at your skin. "That's right."

Ellie pulls away, reaching to the side for something, and when you hear the familiar sound of a cap being popped open, your body tenses in anticipation. "Relax, babe," Ellie coos, coating her fingers in lube before bringing them back to your dripping cunt. "We're gonna take care of you."

Vi shifts beside you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she leans back against the headboard, pulling you onto her lap. The feeling of her bare skin against yours makes you whine, especially when her toned thighs press against yours, spreading you open. "Hold her still, Vi." Ellie instructs, and Vi doesn't hesitate, keeping a firm grip on your waist,leaving you completely exposed.

Ellie wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside with ease, the stretch making you gasp. She curls them immediately, brushing against that perfect spot that has your body arching against Vi. She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

You can't even respond before Ellie adds a third finger, thrusting them at a steady rhythm, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips buck, but Vi holds you down easily, strong arms keeping you in place. "So desperate," Ellie teases, pressing her thumb against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "What do you think, Vi? Think she can take more?"

Vi hums, dragging her fingers down your stomach before spreading your folds apart even more, watching Ellie’s fingers disappear into you. "She can take more," Vi confirms, her voice thick with lust. "But she's already getting dumb on just your fingers, babe."

Ellie grins, slowing her movements, pulling her fingers out almost entirely before slamming them back in, making you cry out. "Aw, are we already fucking you stupid?"

Your head falls back against Vi's shoulder, your body trembling, only able to whimper. Vi tuts, her fingers coming up to your chin, tilting your face towards hers. "C"mon, sweetheart," she murmurs, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against your lips. "You can give us a real answer, can't you?"

Ellie picks up the pace, fucking you open with her fingers, the wetness dripping down onto Vi's thigh. "Answer her, baby," Ellie taunts, adding another sharp slap to your clit that sends a jolt through your entire body.

Your voice is weak, barely coherent. "Y-Yeah- feels so good"

Vi chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips before muttering, "That's our girl."

Ellie fingers suddenly disappear, leaving you empty, making you whine. "Don't pout." Ellie coos mockingly, reaching for something else. When you hear the distinct sound of a vibrator clicking on, your breath catches.

Vi grins against your skin, her hands keeping you spread open. "Oh, you're in for it now, baby."

Ellie presses the toy against your already overstimulated clit, and the moment the vibrations hit, your whole body jerks. "Oh, look at her," Ellie taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "She's shaking."

Vi tightens her grip as you struggle against the overwhelming sensation, pressing her lips to your ear. "Be good for us, sweetheart. We're just getting started."

Your legs are trembling, body struggling to keep up with the relentless pleasure Ellie and Vi are giving you. The vibrator stays pressed against your clit, Ellie watching you with a smirk as your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Poor thing," Ellie taunts, eyes flicking up to your dazed expression. "Already so fucked out."

Vi hums in agreement, kissing the side of your neck. "And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

The best part.

Your whimper is swallowed by Vi's mouth as she pulls you into a deep kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. Ellie, on the other hand, is focused - watching every little movement, every shudder, every sharp inhale as she turns up the intensity of the toy.

Your body jolts. "Ellie! I-"

"Shhh, baby," Ellie coos mockingly. "You can take it."

Vi grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Yeah, you can, sweetheart. You're our good little thing, remember?"

Ellie suddenly pulls the vibrator away, leaving you gasping at the loss, and moves back, reaching for something. You barely have a second to register what it is before you hear the low hum of another toy - a strap, the silicone glistening as Ellie coats it in lube.

"Think she's ready, Vi?" Ellie asks, stroking the toy slowly.

Vi smirks, shifting beneath you. "I think we should stretch her a little more. Make sure she can really take both of us."

Your breath hitches. Both?

Ellie’s grin turns wicked as she guides the tip of the strap against your soaked entrance, teasing, just barely pressing in before pulling back. "Oh, you like the sound of that, huh?"

Your hips try to chase the toy, desperate, but Vi tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she scolds, pressing a hand to your stomach to keep you still. "Be patient, sweetheart."

Ellie pushes in slowly, watching with dark eyes as the strap disappears inch by inch. The stretch makes you moan, head falling back against Vi's shoulder as your body adjusts.

Vi presses soft kisses to your jaw. "That's it, baby. Take it."

Ellie bottoms out with a low groan, her hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so good." She pulls out almost entirely before snapping her hips forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has your breath hitching.

Vi chuckles, her hand trailing down your stomach, fingers finding your clit. "Look at you," she murmurs. "Taking Ellie so well."

The combination of Ellie deep thrusts and Vi's teasing fingers has your mind spiraling, pleasure overwhelming every inch of your body. You can barely form a coherent thought, words slurred as you whimper and moan for them.

Ellie leans in, her voice husky. "Bet you can't wait for Vi to stuff you full too, huh?"

Vi presses a kiss behind your ear. "We're gonna ruin you, sweetheart."

And the night is so far from over.

Ellie doesn't let up, her hips snapping forward with precise, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing a choked moan from your lips. The stretch is intoxicating, the way her strap drags against your walls, making your whole body shudder. Vi's fingers don't stop either- two of them rubbing slow, teasing circles over your swollen clit, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you fall over.

"Shit," Ellie groans, watching the way your body reacts to her. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Vi hums, pressing her lips to the side of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. "She always is," she murmurs, her free hand coming up to cup your throat - not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel completely at their mercy. "Our dumb little baby can barely handle it, huh?"

Your head feels light, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. "I- Ellie- Vi, Please-"

Ellie grins, snapping her hips harder. "Please what, baby?"

Vi chuckles, her grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. "Gotta be specific, sweetheart. What do you need?"

The words are struck in your throat, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Ellie pounding into you and Vi's fingers torturing your clit. Your body is trembling, overstimulated, but desperate for more, your mind going blank as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Ellie slows her thrusts, pulling out almost completely before dragging the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, teasing. "C'mon," she coaxes, pressing the tip back in just enough to make you whimper. "Use your words."

Vi's grip on your throat tightens again, just for a moment, before she releases you entirely. "She's getting too dumb to think straight," she teases, voice thick with amusement. "Already gone, huh, baby?"

Ellie smirks. "Guess we'll just have to keep fucking her stupid, then."

Before you can process her words, Ellie slams back in, harder this time, setting a ruthless pace that has you crying out, back arching against Vi. She groans, her hands gripping your waist to hold you still. "Fuck, watching her get wrecked like this is so fucking hot."

Ellie’s breath is heavy, her hands digging into your hips. "You ready for her?" She asks, voice strained with hunger.

Vi smirks against your shoulder. "Oh, I've been ready."

Your body is still shaking when Ellie pulls out completely, leaving you feeling empty, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can whine in protest, Vi is shifting beneath you, guiding you to straddle her lap.

Her strap presses against your entrance, slick with arousal, and she doesn't waste any time, hands gripping your hips as she pushes in, stretching you open all over again. Your head falls forward against her shoulder, a broken moan leaving your lips as she bottoms out, filling you up completely.

"Fuck," Vi growls, her grip tightening. "She's gripping me so tight."

Ellie chuckles, moving behind you, her hands running up your sides before gripping your ass, spreading you open. "She's always a greedy little thing."

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the blunt tip of Ellie’s strap pressing against your entrance again, right alongside Vi's, making your entire body jolt.

"Wait -" Your voice is barely above a gasp, brain short-circuiting at the realization of what they're about to do.

Vi tilts your head up, forcing you to look at her. "You can take it, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours. "You're our good girl, aren't you?"

Ellie presses in slowly, the stretch almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once. The burning sensation makes you whimper, but the sheer fullness has your head spinning, pleasure, and pain blurring together.

Vi kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. "That's it," she breathes, her fingers gripping your hips tighter. "Taking both of us so well."

Ellie groans from behind you, her hands kneading your ass. "Fuck, she's squeezing us so tight."

Once they're both fully inside, they stay still for a moment, letting you adjust. Your body is trembling, every muscle taut, but the overwhelming fullness has you feeling drunk on pleasure, mind hazy, and incoherent.

Ellie moves first, pulling out slightly before snapping her hips forward, forcing a cry from your lips. Vi follows her lead, thrusting up into you, matching Ellie’s movements perfectly, their rhythm synchronized to wreck you completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body caught between them, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. Each thrust has you seeing stars, their hands gripping you tightly, keeping you in place as they fuck you mercilessly.

Ellie leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re so fucking ruined, baby.”

Vi chuckles darkly, dragging her nails down your back. “And we’re not done yet.”

They keep going, thrusting in perfect unison, stretching you open, fucking you so deep that your mind goes completely blank. You’re barely aware of your own voice, barely aware of anything except them—except the way they own you, body and mind, claiming you as theirs.

The only thing you know for sure is that you’re not coming out of this night the same.

Your body feels weightless, mind completely blank as the overwhelming pleasure finally peaks. The coil inside you snaps violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless succession. Your body tenses, then completely melts between them, a wrecked moan slipping past your lips as your vision blurs.

Ellie and Vi don’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until your whole body is trembling uncontrollably. Your legs shake, your arms go weak, and all you can do is let them hold you up as they push you past your limit.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ellie groans from behind you, her hands gripping your waist tightly, anchoring you to her. “So fuckin’ pretty when she cums.”

Vi hums, watching the way your body reacts, how you’re still spasming around them, completely spent. “She’s done, babe,” Vi murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. “We wrecked her.”

Ellie sighs, slowing her thrusts before finally pulling out, leaving you feeling empty but relieved. Vi follows, carefully easing you off her strap before laying you down on the bed. The moment your back hits the mattress, your entire body goes limp, completely spent.

A warm hand brushes over your cheek, grounding you. "Breathe, baby," Ellie murmurs, her voice softer now, all teasing gone. “You good?”

You try to nod, but you’re too exhausted to move. A small, satisfied smile tugs at Vi’s lips. “She’s out of it.”

Ellie chuckles, flopping onto the bed beside you while Vi shifts to the other side, both of them surrounding you. “She took us so well,” Ellie praises, running her fingers through your damp hair. “So fuckin’ good for us.”

Vi hums in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

The shift in their dynamic is immediate—where before they were teasing and relentless, now they’re soft, careful, taking care of you in every way possible.

Vi moves first, slipping off the bed to grab a warm, damp cloth. Ellie stays beside you, her calloused fingers tracing soft patterns against your bare skin, grounding you. “You with us, babe?” Ellie murmurs, voice low and soothing.

You manage a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The corner of her lips twitch in a lazy smile. “There she is.”

Vi returns, gently wiping between your legs, cleaning you up with slow, delicate movements. “Tell us if anything feels too sensitive,” she murmurs.

The touch is warm and comforting, and you sigh softly, sinking into the bed. Ellie leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “You need water, babe?”

You nod faintly, throat dry, and Vi immediately grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, helping you sit up just enough to take a few small sips. Ellie watches with a soft smirk. “See? We take care of our girl.”

Vi hums, setting the water aside once you’re finished. “That’s ‘cause she’s ours.”

A warmth spreads through your chest at their words, at the way they’re both looking at you—soft, protective, completely wrapped around your finger.

Ellie shifts, tucking herself against your side, draping an arm over your waist while Vi slides in on your other side, pulling the blankets up to cover the three of you. You’re warm, safe, completely surrounded by them.

“You feel okay?” Vi asks, voice quieter now, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

You nod again, melting into the comfort of their embrace. “Yeah,” you murmur, voice slightly hoarse. “I feel… really good.”

Ellie chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your bare shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not lettin’ you go anywhere.”

Vi smirks, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Their arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, their warmth seeping into your skin. Your body is sore, completely spent, but the comfort of being between them makes every ache worth it.

Ellie presses one last kiss against your skin, her voice dipping into something fond. “Get some sleep, baby.”

Vi hums in agreement, her voice the last thing you hear before exhaustion fully takes over.

“We got you.”

[b-lossm]

•+*Workout Plan*+•

Caitvi! x reader [modern au!]

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

The New Workout Plan [+18]

You where exhausted, but you had to perservere.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wlwmarvel]

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

[tinkerbellknockoff]

jinx's housewife // jinx x fem!reader

jinx's housewife // jinx x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged it off. You’ve seen worse. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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