gentle somno ... sliding yourself inside me while i feel super sleepy and i can't do much besides gasp softly and let you do as you please. even though you know i can't fight you, you still grab onto my hips with the slightest bit of pressure and thrust gently into me over and over again. i whine and moan ever so sweetly, fighting both my sleepiness and the overwhelming pleasure that you're giving me until you hold my mouth shut and tell me to simply go back to sleep. we both know that it's not that easy, yet i still try and end up falling asleep to the feeling of you filling my insides as i deserve🩶
Summary: Wanda tricks you into sucking on her boobs and you get a shocking surprise
Warnings: this contains mommy kink, lactation, praise, being tricked into sucking Wanda’s boobs, oral fixation, Wanda cumming from having her boobs messed with, subspace
“Boo!” says a loud voice behind you. You jump, your elbow coming into contact with the chest of the person behind you.
Wanda elicits a low moan, the feeling of you touching her sensitive boobs and nipples is a pleasurable feeling. But she disguises the moan into a groan, trying to convince you that you had hurt her. Your elbow hadn’t really hurt her, but she can’t let you know that yet.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry Wanda I didn’t mean to.” Your face pinches together in worry, hoping you didn’t injury her.
“It’s okay honey,” she reassured you.
“Are you sure? It doesn’t hurt or anything?”
“Well it’s a little sore,” she admits, rubbing the spot that you had accidentally hit.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you say, wanting to help ease her pain.
Wanda thinks over your offer and then says, “sure there is honey, come here.” She grabs your hand and leads you to her room. She lays down and pulls you down with her. She pushes your head down so it’s laying on her chest.
“I’m confused how is this supposed to help?” You try to move your head up to look at Wanda but she holds you firmly in place.
“You’ll see baby,” she says. “Now lift my shirt up.” You do as she says and lift her shirt up and you’re greeted by the sight of her naked boobs. Her nipples are firm and erect, a sign that she’s excited about what’s to come. It’s a sight that given other circumstances you would find delectable. However right now you’re confused about what you’re supposed to do and how this will help Wanda.
“Open your mouth.” Wanda’s command answers your unasked question, you know now what Wanda wants you to do. You open your mouth and she pushes your head down.
“Suck my nipples baby,” she says. Her hand tangles in your hair as you pull her nipple into your mouth, giving her no resistance. You start sucking, latching onto her nipple, but then you feel a warm liquid shoot into your mouth. You go to pull off of her but she stops you.
“No baby keep sucking mommy’s nipples. It’s really helping the pain baby. You wanna keep helping mommy don’t you?”
“But mommy,” you try to say but it comes out all muffled.
“I know baby. You weren’t expecting mommy to have milk huh?”
You nod your head, her nipple still in your mouth, her milk still filling you up. You keep sucking, the feeling of such an intimate act makes you feel fuzzy and submissive. It’s the exact headspace that Wanda wants you in.
“You like this don’t you baby? You like drinking mommy’s milk?”
Instead of an answer you just moan around her, which Wanda accepts as an answer.
“Good girl,” she says. “You’re making me feel so good, Now move to the other nipple baby.” You do as she says, switching to her right boob. A rush of milk makes it’s way into your mouth, which you happily drink down.
“You’re doing so good baby. Being such a good girl for me.” Wanda pets your hair as she says this, pulling you further and further down into a fuzzy headspace.
“It feels so good baby,” Wanda says, her breathing coming more erratic and labored.
Noticing how you messing with her nipples is affecting her, you move your right hand up to her left nipple, squeezing and groping it lightly.
“Fuck…you’re doing so good baby. Being such a good girl,” Wanda moans out. The feeling of you sucking and groping her is pushing Wanda to the edge without you even having to touch her pussy.
“Right there baby. Keep sucking on mommy just like that.” You continue doing what you’re doing, her milk still filling your mouth which you greedily suck down. The only thing you can think about is drinking your mommy’s milk and making your mommy feel good.
“I’m gonna cum sweetheart,” is all the warning you have. Wanda starts shaking on the bed, a strong orgasm overcoming her.
Once she had come down she pulls you off of her nipple. You whine, not wanting to let go off her just yet.
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay,” she whispers to you. She gently kisses the top of your head while you nuzzle into her neck, just wanting to be close to her. Wanda’s arms wrap around your torso, your still clothed body being pressed against Wanda’s naked chest. Your core makes contact with Wanda’s thigh, but you don’t care about how good it feels. You only want to be close to your mommy. You seem content until you let out a whine, getting Wanda’s attention. You just Wanda’s nipple in your mouth, but you’re not coherent enough to say that.
“What is it baby? What do you need?”
You’re too far gone to answer, the only thing that is coming out of your mouth is whines.
“It’s okay mommy’s got you,” she says. You try to move your head down, wanting to suck on Wanda’s nipples again when she stops you.
“Mommy’s too sensitive right now baby. You want mommy’s fingers instead?” She offers you two of her fingers which you happily suck on. You tuck your head back into Wanda’s neck, her fingers still in your mouth. Wanda whispers soft praises to you while one of her hands gently rubs your back and the other is stuck in your mouth. You gently suck on her fingers and rub your tongue along their length. The motion is soothing for you, satiating your need for something to suck on.
“You’re being so good for mommy baby,” she says. “Such a good girl.”
A warm feeling starts in your chest and flows throughout your body, the praise making you feel good. Wanda keeps praising you and you start to feel content like this, with Wanda’s fingers in your mouth and her other hand rubbing soothing motions on your back.
Soon the content turns into a sleepy feeling, you’re so relaxing being in Wanda’s arms and having your mouth full, you eventually drift off into a peacefully sleep. The only things on your mind are Wanda and how good sucking on her fingers feels.
I find it so cute how lesbians are the closest thing to real life a/b/o. Stealing eachother clothes to make a pile on their bed. The need to make the other smell like them so everyone knows they're taken! Random biting to claim their partner! Loving each other's scent to the point where it gets them horny! How they court each other with random gifts!!! Lesbians are truly like alphas and omegas!
Your deer hybrid lover had been rather antsy lately, not very keen on letting you leave after your weekly visit.
It was late December, Christmas had just come and gone and you’d come with treats and presents. He enjoyed your company more than anything, but the soft red scarf you knitted for him and sweet pastries you shared also made him incredibly happy.
But when you got ready to leave, he shook his head, reaching out to pull you close to him.
“No… please, don’t go. It’s not safe…”
His antlers lightly rubbed against your shoulder as he clung to you, his fluffy little tail twitching. He was sensing something you couldn’t, and you trusted his instincts enough to listen when he said something bad was about to happen.
“Alright, alright. How long do I have to stay?”
The deer hybrid looked away, his hood scraping the ground shyly.
“… all winter,” he murmured, his freckles cheeks a light pink. “Preferably.”
He was terrified of you being away from him, knowing the first big freeze was coming. It was a buck’s duty to make sure his doe stayed warm and safe during the winter, keeping you well fed and happy would make him feel like a good mate.
“All winter? But I have a job, I can’t-“
“P-please, just until this blizzard is over,” he pleaded, grabbing hold of your hand.
You let out a sigh, allowing him to guide you back into his cottage by the meadow. “Fine… but I’m leaving once the blizzard lets up.”
He let out a happy whine, curling up with you in bed as the winter’s first snow began to fall.
At first it was peaceful, watching the snowflakes dance in the wind, twirling about… but that’s when it began to come down harder.
Within minutes you could barely see out the window. All that was visible was a white blur, and now you understood that if you had attempted to walk home, you would have gotten stuck in a blizzard.
“You understand now,” he murmured, kissing at your cheek and jaw. “I just want to keep you safe with me. It’s dangerous during the winter…”
When the temperatures began to drop, your lover rubbed his hips against your plump ass, pushing his erection into you.
“I can keep you warm… if you’ll let me.”
He lifted your leg, letting you feel his bulge right on your clothed cunt. His deer legs were so fluffy and warm, brushing against you as he rocked his hips.
You let out a whimper, growing wet from his touch. The air was growing cold, even with the fire burning in the hearth nearby.
“Please…”
With that he was pawing at your clothing, helping you undress until your cunt was bare. “I’ve heard some humans say skin to skin contact is the best way to stay warm when the weather is bad…”
He was purring, his deer ears flicking excitedly as his cock slid between your thighs. “I always spend winter all alone, you know? All year I’ve been hoping this time you’d be here with me…”
Soft nibbles were left along your neck as his cock rubbed against your hole, desperate to sink into you.
“I wanna have a fawn with you… don’t you think you’d be a good mama?”
You whined as he pushed in, feeling his cock drag against your velvety walls as you moaned together.
His chest was pressed against your back, his warm breath on your neck. “T-that’s it, my little doe… my mate…”
Your mate’s hips slapped agaisnt yours, making a lewd ‘plap, plap, plap’ sound. The feeling of his ears wiggling and tickling your head made you feel so warm.
He was too cute!
Every time he got close to cumming, his ears would wiggle and his tail would twitch. You had learned this during your time with him, so you let yourself go and began meeting his thrusts.
“Ahh, right there…” you mewled, causing his pupils to dilate. Just the smallest big of praise had him slamming into you, hitting the spot that made you cry out in pleasure.
His cum was thick, filling your womb and making you feel sleepy. With your belly feeling all warm and stuffed with his seed, you knew it would be time to curl up with him soon.
He draped himself over you, his tail twitching as he licked at your cheek. “Did I do good?”
You scratched under his chin, giving the base of his antlers a scratch. “Mhm, perfect.”
The deer hybrid let you pet his fluffy legs as he began grooming and preening you. If you didn’t know any better, you might think he was a cat.
The two of you spent the rest of the blizzard together, snuggling and fucking for warmth.
Simon Riley who doesn't know how to comfort you. So, he does the next best thing.
CW : fingering, praise, dirty talk
Simon has never been good at communicating. Especially after growing up in an abusive household. Problems were solved with fists, not words.
He'd gotten better at communicating over the years. Though, he still struggled. Especially when it came to comforting people.
So when you came home, clearly pissed off, Simon was internally panicking. He had no idea what to do.
Simon remained silent as he stalked to the bedroom, looming in the doorway like a shadow as he watched you change into your shorts and singlet top.
"What, Simon?" You snapped, eyes flickering with frustration.
"What's got your panties in a twist, lovie?" Simon asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.
"Don't talk about my panties, Simon!" You say, which makes Simon raise a brow at you. You really weren't having it today.
"Alright" Simon sighed, his brain finally flickering with an idea.
He pushed off the doorway and walked over to you. Picking you up and ignoring your protests. Carrying you to the living room and sitting on the couch with you between his legs. You're back to his front.
"Up we go" Simon hummed, lifting your legs to spread them and rest them over his thick thighs.
"What're you doing?"
"Fixing your attitude"
"My attitude does not need fixing"
"Sure it doesn't, lovie"
"It doesn't!"
"Whatever you say"
You go to protest but then there's two thick fingers rubbing at your clit. Making you go lax and whine in a mixture of relief and frustration.
"Tell me about your day, darlin'" Simon growled in your ear, his fingers slipping down your folds and into your cunt. Fingers curling up and pressing firmly against your g-spot repetitively. Making you gasp and a moan to be forced from your chest.
"Fucking-Sherry wouldn't stop bothering me" you whimpered, grinding your cunt against Simons hand. "She was such a bitch today always on my ass about-oh my god there!-everything!"
"Sounds real stressful lovie. But look now, you're doing such a good job grinding that pretty cunny against my hand. Soaking your panties and shorts like a good girl, hm?" Simon whispered in your ear, nipping the flesh gently.
"'m being good" you nod dumbly, gasping as Simons fingers speed up. Your hips moving on their own accord. Heat quickly pooling in your lower stomach.
"C'mon baby, come for me. You can do it. You'll be such a good girl if you do" Simon whispered, his free hand moving from your thigh to under your shirt, tugging roughly at your nipple, sending you over the edge.
You soaked Simons hand and your panties in your release. Crying out in pleasure. Head tipping back and eyes squeezed shut as you whine and moan.
"good fucking girl, huh?" Simon growled as he kissed your neck "attitude just needed to get fucked out of you"
So yeah, maybe Simon wasn't good at comforting you. But he was really fucking good with his fingers.
Ghost was never one to care about eating while on missions. His head too far in the game and fingers itching to do what he came for. But a starved soldier is as good as a dead soldier, so MRE’s it is!
Usually, he would just pick randomly and never really cared too much about what he chose. Growing up like he did, any food is better than no food at all. Needless to say, he isn’t a picky eater. However, Price had NEVER seen Ghost act like he did one hot night in July.
The mission had run 2 weeks longer than anyone anticipated. The intel they received prior to deployment turned out to be false and now they were traversing through enemy territory after a new tip when they got on the ground.
The heat of the desert was unforgiving and was starting to take a toll on the task force. Walking 10-15 miles a day and carrying all the gear they had was not for the weak. They had finally made camp in an abandoned building outside a random city they passed along. Having a roof is a luxury they don’t normally have, especially with what seems to be a never ending mission.
Cracking open the bag that had MRE’s in them. Everyone chose at random. Well not everyone. Someone, with a funky mohawk, likes to go through his choices of fine dining.
As they were getting everything open and ready, Ghost sees a package out of the peripheral. The package in question that Soap is about to bust open. Before anyone even knew what was happening, Ghost is up and pulling the pack out of Soaps hands. “Aye! Dae ya not have your own?” He stares at Ghost as he walks back to his space and throws back his own MRE dessert. Price and Gaz watch on from the other side of the room. “I wanted these.” Is all Ghost says before stuffing them in his vest and continuing to eat his meal.
Soap looks exacerbated at Price who just shrugs and tells him to get eating as he has first watch tonight. A loud sigh reigns over the 4 men as they chow down into the best the military can offer.
Ghost doesn’t eat the cherry twizzlers right away. Keeps them in his vest and weirdly smells them often. Price saw him doing it the next day. He didn’t have to heart to ask the large man why he all of sudden has a craving for the licorice. And he absolutely was not going to ask why he is choosing to smell it instead of eat it.
All was forgotten on the matter until a few weeks after they returned from the mission. As the holiday season approached, the men decided to have a holiday get together with all of the missus at John’s house to celebrate another year of survival.
You had only met the force a handful of times. Mostly to drop things off at base that Simon forgot at your place or to bring him a meal when you know he most likely forgot to eat. So when you showed up to his home latched on to Ghost, Price finally understood why Simon confiscated the licorice that day. The smell of cherry perfume lingered everywhere you went.
A/N: wrote this on my lunch break. absolutely not proofread. will come back and correct later. sorry if it seems rushed. xoxo 💋
simon riley with an oral fixation, it's harder when he's on a base, or in the field, used to mindlessly tongue at his cheek beneath the mask, gnaw his lips, anything he can do to soothe this ache, until he's not home, in the comforting warmth of your home, the cotton smell of bedding and your arms, where you'll take care of his need.
let him slip the thin, satin fabric of your nightie with needy, grasping fingers, tugging down until your plump, round breast spill over the lacy, triangle neckline, inches away from simon's face, as his lower, thin bruised lip opens up to suckle at your perky nipple, hardening on his tongue from the touch and wandering air.
simon rarely does anything more than just suckling, letting his tired eyes glaze over, lids heaving, as his blonde, stained with black lashes swoop under his sunken eyes, where his skin is bruised lilac, webbed over with tiny veins, the flat of his tongue sweeping, brushing over your nipple, rolling the tender nub in his warm, wet mouth.
it's takes time, while simon's heavy weight downs on you, holding you beneath him, with his face nuzzled against your supple, smooth breasts, your fingers tangling, messing through the roots of his askew hair, scratching at his scalp carefully, before he releases your nipple with a wet pop, wiping away the glistening line of drool at his chin, before lifting himself up.
simon crawls down on you, to settle himself between your spreading, pretty legs, pushing your nightie up with his face, nudging his crooked nose against the fabric to end up against your sopping, aching pussy, fiddling with your panties before pulling them to the side, ready to take care of you too, folds glossy from smeared slick and fluttering for him.
Something about having cuteness agression with simon is that he fucking loves it. He should be worried really when your nails dig into his face, cheek smeared over every inch of his eyes nose cheek and all over while you gush about how "cute" he is. He just...can't find it in himself to care when he's under your attention like this.
Even if he wants to argue that he's not cute. He doesn't wanna miss the opportunity to nuzzle his own stubbly cheek back into yours. Stealing a kiss for himself in the middle of all the fervour.
He'll just nod and murmur yesses when you ask who's a good boy, ignoring the familiar call of his phone when you grab at his neck. Craning his head a bit so you can nibble and let out your energy on him. Just let it out lovie, just let it out. Ignore the hearts in his eyes and bite down harder wont you?
oh my god vi who just loves how submissive you are for her…nsfw.
it was the little things that tipped her off about the other side of you she’d yet to on see.
your relationship was new, only a few weeks since she’d asked you to officially become her girlfriend. the two of you still hadn’t had sex, only a few intense make outs that were promptly stopped when she notice your tense posture. she made sure you knew that she’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want to do.
but she had to admit that while being respectful she noticed things that made her eager to nudge you a bit. you were always a strong willed person who gave her a run for her money when it came to being stubborn, but behind closed doors she notice just how obedient you could be.
a lazy murmur of asking for a drink the next time you grabbed one was met with her hand filled with a glass of water before she could blink. a casual reminder not to forget your jacket in the morning and wrapping the fabric around your shoulders leads to a far off look in your eyes that she just can’t ignore.
your first time together she’s oh so sweet and gentle, asking repeatedly if you’re sure you want to go through with it while she’s leaving trails of kisses up and down your body. but she can see how your anxiety deflates, how pliant your body becomes as she moves and guides different parts of you to her will.
and then with a desperate voice you beg her, give her the permission to do whatever she wants with you, that you’re literally aching for it. and how could she say no to that?
she’s on cloud nine and she’s dragging you up with her as she manipulates your body using her hands and words. a simple command to take off your clothes and lay down for her has you laid out on the bed willing and waiting for her.
you follow her instructions so smoothly it almost seems like you were made to do it, made specially to be obedient to her. a weird thrill goes down her spine at the thought and the same happens to you when she voices it, giving you endless praise about how well you follow her instructions.
“cmon, do one more for me, okay?”
her eyes nearly roll back into her skull at the sound of your whine mixed with the sound of her fingers thrusting into your cunt, the squelching and sloshing after multiple orgasms she’s ripped out of you sending her brain into a frenzy.
“v-vi, please, violet, wan’ it, need you-“
she pushes her lips into yours to capture more of your moans while she groans into your mouth and speeds up her fingers, putting her all into giving you yet another orgasm. she feels your legs twitching against hers, your hands grasping and shaking against her back. right when she feels you about to trip over she pulls back and looks into your eyes to burn the look of you into her brain.
“cum for me, cum for me right now pretty girl,”
she barely finishes her sentence when your clamping down on her and moaning like she’s tearing your soul from your body. she has to muffle her own sounds against your neck when she realizes you’re squirting against her hand and soaking the bed underneath.
once you both catch your breaths she finally loves her body from slouching into yours to flopping onto the bed next to you. you gently kick her when she sticks the fingers that were inside you into her mouth with a comical groan, laughing as you fake being upset at her crudeness.
“gods, you’re such a pervert.”
“says the one whose shown me how obedient she is. you think if i ask to go again you’ll let me?”
“…for my own sanity i’m not going to answer that.”
vi chuckles. she can’t wait to see just how pliant for her she can make you.
Y/N, over text: I'm so sorry for drunkenly yelling at you
Simon, over text: Do it again.
actually hear me out
TF141 going out for drinks after a deployment, just to unwind and drink after surviving a nightmare of a mission, and Simon gets completely wasted - just drunk off his ass. he’s not a lightweight, he can hold a couple drinks, which is why Soap and Gaz are having a laugh over him slurring out incomprehensible sentences and wobbling in his seat
but, through his thick accent and hoarse voice, Simon manages a couple mumbled words, “Where— where’s m’doll?”. his eyes are as cold as ever but his voice is suddenly so desperate. Price is watching it unfold as Johnny tries to ask Simon what he’s talking about. after Simon grumbles at him that his ‘doll’ is missing and, “Soa— Soap, need m’doll—”, it clicks for Gaz
they’re trying to get Simon to unlock his phone, he’s being stubborn about his mask being tugged down and Soap is trying to get him to tell them his password. somehow, after a couple minutes, they finally manage to break into the man’s phone. yeah, when Simon sobers up he’ll probably mouth off at them, but right now they’re scrolling through his contacts. Simon’s contacts are just people’s numbers, no names - except for one simply labeled ‘Riley’
as soon as Gaz clicks the FaceTime button he hands it off to Simon. he’s not really paying attention until your voice rings in his ears, then he’s quick to look down at the screen. suddenly he’s sated, gaze smitten as his shoulders relax. you can tell he’s had a few, his head dipping ever so slightly as he slouches over, face a little too close to the camera. you’re about to ask why he called you but he cuts you off, muffled by his mask and voice a couple octaves deeper from the alcohol, “Hi, dolly.”
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pairing…ellie williams x gn!vampire!reader
in which…ellie wants you to bite her out of curiosity. or something more.
before you read…18+. no smut; vampirism is just sexual. blood drinking.
nirvana plays lowly in ellie’s dorm, her warm fairy lights mixed with orange halloween ones, on the verge of falling due to how lazily she placed them.
they cast a warm glow in the small space, and over the few scattered books on her bed. they lay in between you, along with some notes, both of you sitting in silence as your brains are completely fried from studying at this point.
ellie hasn’t even spoken in five minutes, and knowing her, that means her mind is either empty or on overdrive. she keeps looking at you, as you keep looking at your phone, awaiting a message from whatever girl replies first.
your appetite is growing by the minute, and you can feel it. it causes your head to hurt, and your fingers to fidget, tapping them on your thigh as you attempt to focus on the opened textbook before you.
your little secret wasn’t a secret to ellie. you had trusted her with it, because you trust her with your entire life. she had found the whole thing fascinating, like something out of the many comic books she grew up reading.
except, this is reality, and it’s not as pretty as those colorful pages make it out to be. you’re not a murderer, you don’t have it in you. you’ll stalk the alleys of jackson for rats when desperate, and butter up pretty girls who think your bite is just that— a bite.
a painful yet sensational feeling that makes them want more, and why you rely on them in moments like these.
and for some reason, none of them want to fucking reply to you tonight. it feels like torture, and ellie almost feels bad watching you grow anxious— but she also doesn’t. you and another girl…it makes her want to throw up.
she’s not caught up with her lore, but a kiss from a vampire is equivalent to a proposal to her. and no one, other than her, deserves that from you. she tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, heart jumping out of its chest when she finally speaks, “i’m curious.”
“hm?” you hum, glancing at your phone again, going over your irrelevant notifications to see if you missed anything. “what it feels like…you know…”
you look up at her, “what?”
“a bite…what it feels like,” she says shamefully; as if she’s admitting the most taboo thing ever. maybe because she had imagined it, seeing you at a corner of a party, head snuggled comfortably in a blonde woman’s neck, everyone else distracted by the blaring music and bumping bodies while she was stunned like a deer in headlights.
how she wasn’t disturbed, she was so far from. she thought about it being her, and letting you take what you wanted, not just what you needed. she could be your personal buffet, she would do that for you in a heartbeat. ellie could satisfy you. no one else, just her.
but, you laugh at her words, as if she told you a joke. ellie did have a habit of shitty vampire jokes and puns, often made in group settings because she thinks it is hilarious to have such an inside joke. she grabs your complete attention, “i’m serious.”
the smile you wore, leaves your face, understanding what she was trying to imply without asking. something off the table, absolutely forbidden.
“no…no, ellie,” you tell her, the rejection like a stake to the heart. there was absolutely nothing more in this universe you’d want more than to taste her, just the idea of it makes your heart beat even faster, shaking your head as though it would rid the enticing picture. you’re hungry enough as is.
“why?”
“because ellie.”
“you can do it to anyone else but not me?”
her question is more of a salty remark, causing you to glare at her, ellie now quickly swallowing whatever other comment she already had prepared. she doesn’t get it, she really doesn’t, and you cannot explain it to her.
how drinking from other people is a necessity, like eating food to her. how you have absolutely no emotional attachment to them, and you don’t crave any more than you’re given.
and with her, someone you love deeply, you could drain her completely. which isn’t an overstatement. you’ve watched the blood run along her veins on more than one occasion, how thick and sweet it is.
you can taste it on your tongue without having a single drop if it…how good it would taste running down your throat. you would get drunk off of her.
“it’s not that simple…you’re…you,” you scratch the back of your neck, confusion crossing her pretty features at the statement. “i’m me?”
“yeah…god, ellie, can we drop it?”
you don’t mean to sound so frustrated, but you are. ellie isn’t aware of the weight of her words, how her desire isn’t just hers. you share it, you want her. you want to quite literally devour her.
your phone vibrates, ellie trying to read the notification, someone asking to meet up with a stupid wink face. a sigh leaves her lips, sinking into her bed, redirecting her gaze to the book in her lap.
“see you tomorrow?” she quietly says, assuming you’re ready to go have dinner. and you should, you know you should, but you remain seated on her bed.
“it’s…hard…when it’s someone close to you,” you try to explain, “and i could hurt you.”
she’s sat up straight again, green eyes boring into you. “could isn’t a for sure thing,” ellie says, “i could get hit by a car tomorrow.”
“that’s not— you don’t get it.”
“i do,” she groans, tossing her head back, huffing, then looking back at you, “…i…trust you.”
the contemplation rests on your face, ellie noticing, her determination still adamant. she reaches for your hand, grabs it, and faintly leans forward.
“you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.”
the cool air thickens with tension as you consider her request, listening to how hard her heartbeat thuds. it compels you, along with the unwavering gaze of her green irises, luring you into her. she adds, “it’ll be a win-win.”
ellie is right. you think you could attack the first person you’d see when you leave her room, suck them until the light leaves their eyes— mouth salivating thinking about it. you’re practically starving, or so feel that way, and ellie could easily relieve you.
“okay.”
you expect a shit-eating grin on her face, the mischief glint in her eyes whenever you give her what she wants. and this was practically giving her the greatest gift on earth, yet her mouth drops ajar and she looks shocked, even nervous.
“really?”
“yeah…if that’s what you want.”
“yeah— yeah,” she responds almost too quickly, but she has already shown her desperation for you.
you push away everything in between you two, getting close enough to where you’re nearly in her lap.
“it’ll hurt.”
“i can take it.”
you watch the low spoken words leave her mouth, the suggestive tone combined with her hand squeezing yours, abruptly taking the air from you. for a moment, you find yourself more attracted to her lips, than her neck.
a very brief moment, because you’re swiftly distracted by the pumping of her jugular, the veins screaming at you.
you steady yourself, “ready?”
ellie nods, and with that, she lets your gentle hand cradle one side of her jaw, tilting it upward. her breathing hitches while you move in closer, fangs grazing the soft skin of her neck.
the heat radiating from her pulse sends shivers throughout your entire body, carnal desire growing stronger each millisecond that passes. along came restraint, slowly sinking your canine teeth in the side of her neck, afraid of actually hurting her.
she gasps immediately, guilt hitting you at the noise. maybe you should pull back. maybe you should stop, and apologize to her for even agreeing to this.
but the moment her smooth blood runs down your tongue, your delicate pressure turns into something feverish, electrifying. you crave more.
you bite harder, sucking the crimson from her body with your eyes fluttering to the back of your head, your worries about the ordeal fading into oblivion. ellie tastes even better than your fantasies, like the ripest fruit in the orchard, so fucking rich.
she is unlike anyone else— you mean that in every way, but the taste of her might just drive you mad. the way her blood rushes into your lungs, she fills you up just right.
when she whimpers, you moan, continuing to feast on her, the warm liquid is like ecstasy. ellie is gripping the sheets beneath her, the pain she feels is euphoric. addicting. damn perfect.
you’re driving her to an edge she’s never been before, in between life and death, a high that makes her body feel lightweight and her mind empty. the only thing she can think about is you, and your fangs inside of her, her life being in your hands as she gives you life.
for ellie, it is the best feeling in the fucking world.
she truthfully believes you could gnaw on her flesh until it was raw, and she would welcome the burning sensation with wide open, and loving, arms. she falls back, onto her pillows, your lips not leaving her for a single second.
“fu…” ellie murmurs, unable to finish the word, mind suddenly blanking.
on top of her, you can feel ellie shuddering beneath you; this is it.
for a moment, everything fades away. her warmth, her pulse, and the world surrounding you. you listen to her whimper once more, the color leaving all of her features, going pale.
your indulgence comes to an end, divorcing yourself from the crook of her neck, scanning her face out of worry you had gone too far.
she’s exhausted, breathless, fluttering her eyes at you. her pupils are blown, looking at you with pure admiration, as if you’re an angel hovering before her. then, she smiles faintly at you. and how beautiful she looks so drained underneath you.
you bring a hand to her face, thumb stroking her freckled cheek gently, “still with me?”
“mhm,” she hums, and you give her a moment to collect herself. you await for her heart rate to return to normal, for her temperature to rise, hand traveling down to her neck in the meantime.
softly, you touch the puncture wound, a strange feeling of pride at the mark. not wanting to heal it, and not wanting ellie to cover it up. it’ll remain a happy reminder of tonight.
when ellie’s pupils are no longer fuzzy, she takes in the view before her, her blood coating your face, on your mouth, on your chin. sinful thoughts run through her head, it makes her feel wrong— perverse —but with how tantalizing you look, she doesn’t care.
ellie almost wants to take a polaroid, and keep it locked away safely in her underwear drawer, afraid this won’t happen again.
she reaches for your face, thumb swiping the stray trail of crimson on your chin. you think she’s cleaning herself off of you, but she has different intentions.
after experiencing such an intimate moment with you, ellie feels bold, and she keeps it going, daring to brush her thumb against your lips— giving you a very clear signal, and order.
one that you accept, mouth opening slightly. her finger slips in, and your tongue curls around it.
ellie’s teeth dig into her bottom lip while you suck the blood off of her thumb, your eyes shut in bliss at the mere taste of her. you wouldn’t waste a single drop.
ellie is hypnotized by you, by the way you bring your hands to her forearm, holding her tightly in place until you are finished. and when you are, you glance back down at her, noticing how flustered she is by the pink hues of her cheek.
you can’t help but laugh, and she gulps, realizing she’s been caught in her trance. it’s cute.
the sudden confidence she had is now fleeting as you crawl off of her, ellie searching for the right thing to say. unfortunately for her, the only words that want to come out are ‘i love you,’ as if you had just taken her fucking virginity.
she decides to keep her mouth shut, lying there dazed.
ellie would happily die to you, if this was the death you’d give her.
warning!!: smut, boob sucking, pussy eating, thigh riding, name usage: ma, mama, doll, dolly, darling, mommy, ect. Reader is female, sub reader, top Ellie.
PART TWO HERE
You’d be lying if you said you knew even a single thing about cars. Yet motorbikes? Yeah, don’t kid yourself you knew nothing about bikes either. Hence why, you were now stood outside the garage, gnawing at your bottom lip, trying to muster up the courage to step foot inside.
You were more than familiar with this garage, but more specifically, familiar with a certain individual that owned the place. She was the soul reason you felt so nervous, the soul reason why you were seconds away from loosing your bottom lip due to how hard you were biting down.
With clenched fists, and wobbly knees, you made your way through the entrance.
The garage was booming with music, full of a variety of vehicles in various different conditions, parts of vehicles sprawled across the floor, and the clattering of tools came from towards the back. It was a Sunday, so the garage was empty in regard to employees and customers. You can’t imagine that anyone else would be in, other than her. You probably would’ve came in another day, if your friends weren’t so desperate to go on a morning bike ride to the beach tomorrow, hence why you came in today.
You made your way further into the back of the garage, and as the music and the clattering of tools grew louder, the anxious feeling in your stomach grew bigger.
And there she was, well, what you could make out of her. The only think you could recognise was her timberland boots sticking out from underneath the car. She was fixing god knows what, and humming along to some song you couldn’t quite pinpoint.
You stood there for a few moments just watching her work away, before letting out a small, awkward cough.
Almost as soon as you had made your presence known, Ellie was sliding out from beneath the car. She stood up with a grunt, and wiped her oiled coated hands on her, already oiled coated pants.
God did she look good. Her hair was tied back, half up half down. Her freckled face was splattered with, what you could only assume was dirt and oil, and these splatters made their way down to her neck, and further down to her collarbone. She wore her signature wife pleaser with her “men’s working pants”, paired with her timberland boots.
As soon as she laid her glowing green eyes on you, her face lit up and she smirked. She crossed her arms over her chest and began to walk closer.
“Well look who it is, what do I gotta help you with this time ma?”
Oh yes, she was a flirt.
The blood rose to your cheeks as you watched her make her way closer. You were shy, how could you not be? She had such a confident energy, and there was no chance that you could miss it. The smirk on her face only grew as she watched the pink tone on your cheeks grow significantly deeper.
“Gonna speak up dolly? Or do I have to guess?”
Fuck.
“Um, I have a problem with my bike”
Your voice came out small, almost as small as a whisper. Yet Ellie heard it perfectly. Of course she did, because as soon as you spoke she let out the loudest snort known to man. Maybe you wouldn’t be this embarrassed, and maybe she wouldn’t find this as humorous if you weren’t walking into this garage at least once a week with a problem.
Many people who you’ve spoke to about your bike problems have told you to just get a new bike, or told you that you weren’t made to ride a bike. But the thing is, the bike was perfect, and you were more than perfect when it came to riding. Riding was like your talent. You’d been a part of various street races, and won every single one. And just riding around on the streets daily? god you were good. You were perfect. Yet when it came to caring for the bike, that is where you lacked.
Once, a few months ago, you came to Ellie in absolute pieces, convinced that your bike was completely done for. You remember sobbing in her arms for a little while too long, because your precious baby was broken. But god, the look on your face was priceless when all Ellie had to do to “fix” the bike was turn it on. You were completely stunned, and blabbered faster than you could even think about how when you went to turn it on, it wouldn’t turn on. But the more you think about it, the more you realise that the reason it didn’t turn on when you tried, is because you didn’t turn the keys in the ignition.
“What seems to be the problem?”
Ellie raises her eyebrows in amusement, waiting for a response. You look up at her, staring deep into her eyes.
“I don’t know?”
She chuckles and nods, before walking past you, making her way outside to your bike.
“You lil ditz, of course you don’t know”
“Hey! I am not a ditz!”
“Whatever you say ma”
You scoff and follow her to your bike. You watch as she takes a look around, checking the breaks, the tires, the blinkers, and god knows what else.
“Did you remember to turn it on, like… actually turn it on?”
You roll your eyes and nod,
“Yes, I did thank you”
She hold up her hands in defence before looks at your tires once more, crouching down and running a finger along them. You couldn’t take your eyes off her hands. They were so perfect, so veiny and oh so slender. You were fixated on them, so much so that you missed everything she said. She was now stood back infront of you, waving her hand Infront of your face.
“Hellooo? Earth to y/n?”
You look up at her with a deep blush across your face, and she just laughs.
“When you are finished gawking at me doll, I said you need a tire change. I got no clue how you are riding around safely with tires.”
“You’re meant to change the tires?”
…
“Jesus Christ girlie, how are you allowed on the road huh?”
She begins to push your bike inside the garage, to an empty area where she could begin to work. You follow her once again, like a lost puppy.
“How much is it gonna cost to get them changed els?”
“Hm, depends. You gonna gimme a kiss?”
What.
“What?”
“Said, you gonna gimme a kiss ma?”
She was teasing. She knew exactly how to tease you, and clearly a little too well, because your cheeks were burning red. She looks over her shoulder to you and winks.
You couldn’t tell if she was joking or just playing but either way, would you ever refuse to kiss her? Absolutely not.
You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t dreamt of kissing her, on numerous occasions. It was almost the only thing you ever dreamt about.
You watched as she began to work away, taking the tires off the motorbike before replacing them with new ones. It didn’t take long, and the whole time you watched. You watched as her muscles would flex, and how skilled she was with her hands. You were seconds away from drooling.
One she was done, she stood up and looked at her work with approval, and you did so also.
“Thank you so much els!”
You jumped up from where you were sat and wrapped your arms around her, squeezing her tight.
She chuckles and pats your back,
“Anytime mama”
You blush and squeeze her just a little tighter, not wanting the hug to end.
“So, what is the cost?”
“Well, all depends on wether you’re gonna gimme that kiss or not”
Oh, she was serious.
You looked up at her, arms still around her waist, and you’re met with her infamous smirk. She glances down at your lips, before looking back up at your eyes, and then she licks her lips.
“You’re… you’re serious?”
She scoffs and allows her hands travel down from your waist to your ass, giving it a firm pat.
Once again your face was beat red, and it was now your turn to glance at her lips. They looked so soft and plump, they had a slight sheen from where she had licked them, and there was a small scar on her bottom lip.
“Don’t act like you don’t wanna kiss me doll, you make it painfully obvious”
You roll your eyes and begin to draw circles on her back with your fingers. She hums and lifts one of her hands from your ass upto your face. She tilts up your chin, before using her thumb to toy with your bottom lip.
You stood there in silence for a few moments, before you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Wanna kiss you now els”
She chuckles,
“Oh you do now?”
You nod profusely, and look at her with pleading eyes. She groans and grabs a fistful of your ass, squeezing it tight before using her other hand to now stroke your cheek. She leans in and your heart begins to race.
It’s finally happening. This is what you have been waiting for for months, everytime you came to her garage all you could think about is how good it would feel to kiss her.
As you lean in to kiss her she suddenly pulls away, looking down at you with false confusion.
“Hm, are you kissing me for a discount or are you kissing me because you wanna see if it’s as good as you imagined?”
Oh my god.
You stare at her with your lips parted in shock, not muttering a word.
She forces out a sigh and removes her hand from your ass. The second her hand pulls away is the second that you let out one of the most desperate sounding whines either one of you have ever heard.
“Well cmon then, spit it out pretty”
You couldn’t believe it. It was like a mission for her to try and embarrass you.
You had to say something, obviously you weren’t kissing her for some discount. Hell, you would pay tripple the amount if it meant you could kiss her. But why does she have to make it so difficult?
She knew exactly how to fluster you without a doubt, every time you came to the garage. She could see right through you. Every time you would even attempt to hide something from her, she would know within a split second.
“Don’t wanna kiss you for some stupid discount els”
“Yeah? You sure ma?”
“I’m so sure, wanted to kiss you for so long now, been waiting for so long”
she slides her arms around your waist, her hands finding your ass once more.
“Aw my poor girl, I’m just so mean for making you wait that long aren’t I?”
She once again, waited for you to respond, whilst squeezing your ass just a little tighter.
You pout and nod your head, before she laughs.
“Let me make it up to you then, yeah?”
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck
She tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, before connected her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, a short kiss yet not short enough to be a peck.
When she pulls away, she smiles at you and you give her a smile back, followed by a shy giggle.
“Strawberry chapstick?”
She licks her lips and nods in approval,
“Definitely strawberry”
She holds your face in the palms of her hands, and once again connects her lips to yours. This time, it’s messy, and ever so slowly, the both of you are making your way towards the ratty old couch that is propped up against the wall, your lips not leaving each others once.
She lowers you back onto the couch, laying you down. She hovers over you, and slowly pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva keeping her lips connected to yours. Her lips were now swollen, but god does it make her even hotter.
She brushes your cheek with her knuckles and hums in approval, staring at your also swollen lips.
“You want this mama? Cus if not we can stop right now”
“Please els, I want this more than ever”
“That’s the right answer dollface”
She moves from off on top of you and sighs at the sight of you wearing oh so many layers. She needed to change that, and fast.
“Stand up for me”
She switches her position and now manspreads on the couch. You stand up directly in front of her and look at her confused.
“Now strip”
You stare at her blankly for a few moments, trying to process what was just said. She wanted you to… strip?
When it finally came to your realisation, you started to take off your leather jacket. You wanted this and you wanted it now, you didn’t need to stall more than you had to.
She leans back on the couch and hums, enjoying the show.
You give her a shy smile before kicking off your shoes, and then beginning to undo your jeans. She watches you like a hawk as you slide the jeans off the fat of your ass, which made you more flustered than you already were.
Once your jeans were pooling at your ankles, you lifted your top over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. You shivered at the breeze kissing your skin, and hugged yourself for some warmth.
However, Ellie didn’t like that, she kissed her teeth and motioned with her hands for you to move your arms. And you did so, you let your arms fall back down to your side and you stood still in front of her, letting her eyes explore your almost bare body.
“Do a little spin for me sweet thing”
You felt your arousal begin to pool in your panties. You slowly turning in a circle for her to get a full view of your body. She hums in approval and chuckles.
“God you look so perfect, come here ma”
She pats her lap, silently telling you to sit, and so you did. You sat down on her lap and wrapped your arms around her nape, staring into her oh so gorgeous emerald eyes.
She rests her hands on your ass and stares right back at you. Not a word was said, yet it wasn’t awkward. The moment felt sensual, it felt perfect, and you didn’t want it to be over. But as soon as her lips pressed against your collarbone, you couldn’t wait for the silent moment to be over.
She left soft kisses trailing from your collarbone, to your breasts. This pulled soft whines from the back of your throat. How can a simple kiss feel so good?
You quickly unclasped your bra, for her to gain better access and she chuckles,
“Eager are we ma?”
“Ellie please, shut up and carry on”
She landed a sharp slap on your ass and you jolted forward, whimpering loud.
She manoeuvres your body into the previous position, before going back to leaving soft kisses over your breasts. You close your eyes and let your head fall forward, resting on the top of hers.
“Feels so good els”
“Yeah? Not even started yet mama and already feels that good?”
You nod your head and her kisses begin to turn to sucks. She starts litter hickeys all over your breasts and this makes the pool of arousal in your panties grow even more.
Your pussy ached for her, you needed her more than ever, you needed much more than just hickeys, even if her giving them to you did feel like heaven. So you began to grind on her thigh, attempting to make it subtle in hopes that she wouldn’t notice.
But how could she not? She felt the slow rocking against her thigh the second you began, and this rips a groan out from the back of her throat.
Suddenly, her lips latched around your nipple, and she began to suck and tug on it. You moaned directly into her ear and ground down on her thigh just a little harder, attempting to soothe the ache in between your legs.
She bit down on your nipple and this caused you to yelp, it hurt but in the best way possible.
Her hands moved up from your ass to your hips, and took the grinding into her own hands (literally). She rocked your hips against her in an agonising slow pace, which made you whine and whisper little pleads into her ear.
She was beyond turned on, she needed you more than ever. Her grip on your hips tightened, and she rocked you faster, pushing you further down onto her thigh.
“Oh god! Feels soooo good els, feels so so good”
“Yeah baby? I’m making you feel soooo good?”
You moans grew louder, and you feel your orgasm creeping closer. The feeling of the material of her pants against your clothed pussy felt just right. You began to pant, attempted to move your hips faster to chase your orgasm.
And then, she stopped. She stopped and she held you in place, lifting her head and tutting at you.
Tears began to pool in your eyes, you were so desperate and you were seconds away from your orgasm.
“Tell me, who is in charge here?”
“You are?”
“That’s right darling, so wanna tell me why you were speeding up? I had you at the exact pace I wanted you, and you tried to go faster? Tried to take control?”
You whine and wriggled in her grip. She didn’t like this, and you could tell when the grip on your hips tightened, giving you a silent warning to keep still.
“Was close els, wanted to cum”
“Oh you wanted to cum?”
You felt small. She made you feel so powerless and small with her dominant domineer, you had no control and you knew it. All you could do was nod.
“And you couldn’t wait until I made you cum huh? Had to do it all yourself? Don’t think I’m good enough to make you cum?”
You widened your eyes and shook your head,
“No! I know you can! Was just…desperate”
she hums and in a blink the position changes. You were once again laying down on the couch, and she was hovering over you. You stare up at her and she winks at you. She pecks your lips before trailing kisses down your body.
She kissed your chin, your collarbone, each breast, your stomach, your bellybutton, and then she placed a kiss just above your clothed clit which made you shudder.
“I’m gonna make you cum mama, that’s why we are in this position no? It’s my job now, not yours”
You bite down on your lip and nod at her. She toys with the waistband of your panties and hums, staring at the wet patch that soaked the majority of the underwear.
“Tsk, they’re in my way”
And in a flash your panties were now somewhere on the floor, and her head dove straight in between your legs. She was wasting no time.
You let out a loud gasp as she began to lap up your pussy, eating you out like it was her last meal. Her thumb was placed over your clit, rubbing slow circles.
It felt like heaven, you thought the grinding felt good but, this was a million times better.
Moans began to rip from your throat, and you threw your head back, bucking your hips up into her.
She huffs and uses her other hand to hold your hips down.
“Still”
She spoke muffled, too focused on eating you out to lift her head. You quickly obeyed, not wanting to be denied another orgasm. She was so skilled with her tongue, so skilled.
Her tongue dove in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots. You grabbed a fist full of her hair, tugging on it, which caused her to let out a groan.
She removed her thumb, which caused you to whine from the loss of contact. Yet as soon as she pushed her face more into your pussy, you were no longer whining. Her nose kept bumping against your clit Every time she would move her head. You were in bliss.
“Oh god els!!”
She chuckles, although due to her face being buried deep in between your legs, it barely sounded like one.
You couldn’t help it, you began to feel your orgasm creeping over you once more and you began to buck your hips back into her. Her nose pressed harder into your clit and her tongue reached further into your pussy.
You couldn’t contain your moans, you were a mess. Tears began to brim in your eyes and you tugged on her hair harder. She didn’t push you down this time, she just kept going. She knew your were close, I mean, how could she not tell?
“F-fuck! Gonna cum, please mommy please!”
This set her off, and if it was even possible, she began to eat you out even faster. She was gripping onto your thighs, making a complete mess.
Then, that feeling in your stomach snapped. You came all over her face, and so fucking hard. Moans, whines and curse words came flying from your mouth, you were unable to hold anything back.
She slowed down her pace, allowing you to come down from your orgasm. Once it became too much, she pulled away.
She looked at you with a smirk on her face. Her chin was dripping with saliva and arousal, and even then, she looked fucking good.
You were fucked out. Your chest was heaving and tear stains were visible on your face, drool visible at the corners of your mouth. She looked at you, impressed with her work done to you.
“Mommy?”
You groan and hold your hands over your face, embarrassed.
“Shut up!”
She laughs and leans over you, pecking your lips.
She walked you out of her garage, wheeling out your bike for you.
“I’ll message you okay dolly? Be safe on your ride back, try not to lose any bike parts”
You roll your eyes and giggle,
“Thank you again Ellie”
“Anytime mama”
You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before she landed a soft smack on your ass, causing you to turn beet red almost immediately. She then tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and leaned in to whisper to you.
“Next time, mommy will use her strap”
Next time?
Join my discord server! I made a server for us to talk about the last of us, things I’ve written, future things written, to suggest ideas and so on !! I hope to see you there, it would be greatly appreciated 🥺🩷🩷
I don’t rlly like dogs and (as someone with epilepsy) having sos for the epilepsy one seems… a little harsh, so this thing came to me in a vision instead.
#afk seems more accurate for epilepsy seeing as how you’re just out of commission for a bit #whereas sos seems harsh bc it makes it sound like we need to be saved and our existence is just a cry for help
May I please have some headcanons of how Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx would react to receiving an assortment of flowers from their fem lover? And said fem lover explains what each flower means, as they are all symbolic of her unconditional love🥺
━ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - none?
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ty darling <33 so sorry it took so long!!!
☆ 𝐕𝐈 ☆ - Cries. Probably. You and her are out and about while you insisted running some errands while you were free and you both happened to end up on the line between Zaun and Piltover. The bridge visible from the undisturbed field you found and decided to stop in.
She watched you pick them, complaining about how you still had to take the elevator down and get back before it got dark. Ansty while holding every bag that you handed to her throughout the day.
What she didn't expect though was for you to come back with a smile and take one of the bags back, handing her the flowers.
"They're for you." "What?"
She's confused but she's got the spirit.
Stares at them like you'd handed her an egg and told her to kiss it. You then usher along, telling her it was getting dark and that you should be going, and Vi thought you were joking.
But then as you walked you began to name each one and explain their meanings, your favorite being the tulips that meant 'perfection' and she nearly sobbed when you compared them to her. And the violets you picked and giggled about because the were purple and she more so wore reds.
The entire time she's listening so intently, trying to remember as much as she can. But you looked so pretty and she was so mesmerized you may need to tell her again. Not that she'd mind.
You love Violet's, especially the one that comes home to you every night.
☆ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 ☆ - You were taking a bit longer to get home than usual and Jinx had began to worry. But finally you did, showing up with a clutch of flowers in your hand and a bright smile on your face as you walked up to her.
"I got you a gift!" "Really? Let me see!"
She hadn't been that excited in a long time, especially when you handed her the plants that you'd specially picked that reminded you of her. The girl has trouble sitting and listening for long periods of time, but when it comes to you, she could listen for hours.
Especially as you explain how much you love her, Jinx never quite feels like she's enough for you. But your much needed reassurance has her tearing up while you explain to her how each flower represents something you love about her.
Definitely goes out and gets you something afterwards, whether she made it herself or they were flowers that she might not remember the meaning of, but no matter what you love whatever she gives you.
Jinx keeps those flowers until they wither into dust, and even then, she can't bring herself to be rid of them. Despite Silco questioning the decor decision.
☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 ☆ - Cait is notorious for expensive gifts, she's just very giving especially to her partners. But when it comes to her she's nearly everything you could imagine that she'd want. So you go a different route.
instead, while Caitlyn planned a nice little picnic date to escape both of your stresses, you decided to pick some nice flowers for her. And when you give them to her she thinks it's the most adorable thing in the world.
"What are these?" "They're for you." "Oh, darling."
Let's you describe each one and their meaning while she admires you, even asking questions here and there. But you've got the girl bright red when you tell her they remind her of you.
And when you tell her how- she's blushing and on the verge of squeezing you to death. She just wants to cuddle and tell you how much she adores you after that because oh my gosh she finds it so sweet.
Keeps every flower and puts them in a vase in her room, so everytime she sees them, they remind her of you and your love for her. Definitely will expect some more, they're her favorite gifts.
