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18 - wlw - taking requests

[easiwhitechocolate]

Hello , my sweet freak-a-leaks!

a/n - So I'm aware I may not have many post / blogs, though trust there are some in my drafts. Though that is not the point of this, the point of this is so you guys know where you can find my masterlist and such things without having to go through my whole profile as I know I reblog things too much, rather than posting #youngho

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[maplemackintosh]

Hello! I read Close to Me and really liked it! You did such a good job at capturing Mel’s character (I’m a little jealous lol) so I have a request for you. Mel and reader are both doctors and at work Mel and reader are talking about movies and reader says they never watched back to the future (or any movie of your choosing!) and Mel is shocked because she thinks it’s one of the best sci-fi movies of its time so she invites r over after work to watch it. They’re up late watching it and R asks if she can stay the night instead of riding the train so late. Mel says yes which leads to one bed trope and reader is a clingy and touchy sleeper, and Mel being such a light sleeper makes her wake up and any touch reader gives her in her sleep. Sorry it got so long and if it doesn’t interest you I totally understand! ❤️

Vanilla Baby

Mel King x reader

Summary: Mel invites you over to watch one of her favorite movies after she learns you've never seen it. At the end of the night, you're too uncomfortable about the thought of taking a train home alone, so you ask to stay over, which leads to some absentminded cuddling

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: No warnings

🎵- Vanilla Baby

“I don’t know, I’m just…not that into movies.” You shrugged, looking at Mel, who was in utter disbelief.

“How can you not be into movies?! It’s the best pastime!”

Honestly, it’s not like you were totally against movies altogether. You enjoyed your fill here and there; you watched your favorite movies whenever you had time, but you were never one to venture outside your comfort zone, that’s for sure.

“Don’t know,” you sigh. “Sci-fi just isn’t my thing. I’ve never found science particularly intriguing.”

Mel is looking at you as though you’ve just shot her. “But…we’re doctors. Medicine and science go together. What about the movie Back to the Future? I mean you like that one, right? Everyone likes it!”

Your lips pull into a flat line. “I hate to break it to you, Mel, but I’ve never seen it.”

Mel stared at you as you had just confessed to never learning how to wash your hands. “You’ve never watched Back to the Future? Why?!”

You shrugged again, a smile on your lips. “Never had the time.”

She gave you a skeptical look. “That can’t be true; we get off at the same time! Oh, hey! Why don’t you come over and we can watch it together!” She seems so giddy, and you would never want to turn her down. It was truly the cutest sight to watch her be so excited about the prospect of having a movie night with you.

You really didn’t have anything else going on that night, like most nights. It would get you out of the house, and you’d be able to spend time with one of your favorite coworkers outside of the medical center. So, you found yourself agreeing to the hang out.

“Yeah, why not?” You asked, smiling. And if you thought her smile couldn’t get any wider, you were horribly mistaken, as now it takes up half her face.

“Really?” She asks, her hands wanting to flap, but she’s holding back until the end of the conversation, it seems.

“Yes, really, Mel. I would love to come over tonight.” You say to her in all honesty, and she’s practically jumping up and down now.

“Yay! Okay, um…come by at around 8? Please don’t be late; I really don’t like when people are late.”

“Got it, I won’t be late.” You give her an affirming nod and leave her gleaming at Dana’s desk.

————

You wouldn’t say you were particularly scared, walking up the steps to her apartment door. But you were most certainly nervous. You gripped the neck of the wine bottle in your hand. Truthfully, you didn’t know if Mel liked wine, but you always knew it was in good faith to bring a housewarming gift.

You didn’t know what she really liked, to be entirely honest. You knew the basic stuff, but the two of you had never had deep enough conversations to really ‘get to know’ one another. Which is a fumble in your eyes because you like her a lot. You’ve always thought she was cute, especially when it’s hot out, and the emergency room is colder, and she walks in from outside, and her glasses fog up.

Or when she’s really excited about something and can’t contain it, she’ll jump and flap her hands. It’s like she’s expressing everything other people can’t or won’t. And she’s so compassionate it’s crazy. And you can’t even get started on how she is with kids. If you didn’t know she was a doctor, you swear she would be a teacher.

Looking down at the bottle now, you felt stupid. There was a cinnamon stick and a slice of dried orange wrapped with it. “You don’t even know if she’ll like it; this was so stupid.” You murmured under your breath before gathering all the courage you had in you and knocking on the door. If worse comes to worst and she doesn’t like wine, she can keep it somewhere and throw it out later. You wouldn’t care that much.

You raised your fist to knock a second time, but the door is flung open, and Mel is standing there in her pj’s; her hair is down, past her shoulders, and fanned out around her. Her glasses are pushed up on her nose, and she’s wearing the same smile you left her with earlier today.

“Hi! Come in! I have everything set up: pillows, snacks, blankets. The movie is already loaded, so all I have to do is hit play. Come on!” She waves you inside, and you’re quick to follow.

You’re gripping the bottle of wine so hard you believe it might break. “Sounds good. You really know how to throw a movie watch-party.” You joke, looking around the apartment.

It’s cute inside. The only lighting is warm lamps or string lights; no overbearing white ceiling lights are flipped on. There are nice big, heavy blankets on the couch and chairs that sit around the living room area. The kitchen is nice and clean; everything has a label and has its own place.

“This is really nice.” You remark, glancing around each space.

“Thank you! It took a lot to put together, but Becca helped. She picked out the lights and lamps.” Mel pointed them out, and you looked at each one. “Is that for me?” She then asked, and you remembered you were still holding the bottle of wine.

“Oh, yes! Sorry, I didn’t know if you like wine or not, but…I was always taught to never show up at a house empty-handed.” You extended the bottle out to her.

She accepts it without saying anything. “I won’t drink any tonight, but you can feel free to.” She grants you before grabbing bowls off the kitchen counter.

“Do you want some help?” You ask.

“Oh, that would be great, thank you! You can take… this one,” she hands you a green bowl filled with Starbursts, “and this one.” She hands you a red bowl filled with Hershey Milk Chocolate, all individually wrapped.

“Anything else?”

“I don’t think so, except you can put those on the side table right there.” She brings each bowl over to the coffee table, and you, of course, follow her. You put the two of yours down on the wooden end table. “I didn’t know what you liked for candy, so I guessed. I’m sorry if you don’t like the options.”

“Mel, they’re fine; you’re underselling yourself here!” You say, standing in the living room quite awkwardly, unsure of where to sit or go.

“Oh right! You can set your things here, and um…you can take any spot, really. It doesn’t matter to me.” She gives you such a genuine smile that you almost melt. It makes you smile back as you decide to take one of the corner spots on the couch. She takes the other side, handing you a blanket. “If you need any water or something like that, just let me know.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m gonna be honest, though, I have no idea what this movie is about. I know they go back in time or something, but other than that, that’s all I know.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never watched this movie. It’s literally the best movie ever.” She’s so giddy it lightens your exhausted mood a little.

“Yeah, but now I get to hang out with you, so it all worked out.” You smile at her before settling deeper into the couch as the movie begins.

———

Mel was beside you now, still somehow wide awake as the movie reached the end. It was pitch black outside, and your eyes were struggling to stay open.

“Hey, this is a lot to ask,” you started, and she swung her head to look at you. “But could I stay the night?”

“Oh, of course! Is it too dark out for you, or is it because of the train?” She stands from the couch, turning off the TV and starting to clean up. By instinct, you do the same.

“Um, I’m a little skeptical about catching a train this late. I’d feel better if I slept here.”

“Of course you can stay here. I have breakfast bars for the morning! Y-you don’t need any medications, right? Or?”

“No, I took some with me tonight just in case.” You shrug, rubbing at your eyes to try and give them some energy to stay open for more than five seconds.

“Okay, okay, that’s good to hear. Do…do you need pajamas or anything like that? I can loan you some of mine, or maybe a t-shirt?”

“I have some.” You tell her, pointing to your back that’s still sitting near the hallway.

“Oh good! Y’know, I don’t think you would’ve liked my pj’s anyway. All I wear are matching sets.”

You give a little smile. “That’s cute.”

“Th-thank you.” She says before looking towards the living room couch again. “Oh, so…I only have the couch to sleep on and then my bed. And I wouldn’t recommend the couch; it’s really uncomfortable.”

“Oh, right. I didn’t think about the sleeping situation.”

“Don’t apologize! We can figure something out for sure.” She shakes her head, but she looks so concerned. “Do…would you want to sleep in my bed, or is that something that would be uncomfortable for you…? I do have an air mattress; we can blow that up or something.”

“Sharing your bed is fine. I’ll just put a few pillows between us.” You joke, but you forgot that sometimes Mel doesn’t pick up on sarcasm or joking tones. “That was a joke; I don’t mean that, really.”

“Good, because I don’t think I have enough pillows to make a wall.” She jerks her head in the direction of her bedroom, and you pick up your bag. “So, I like to have a few candles going sometimes; it helps me relax. And then I have a Scentsy thing on top of my dresser. Just thought I’d let you know encase your sensitive to smells.”

“Not sensitive.” You affirm, shaking your head. She opens the door, and it creaks slightly. But you’re eager to see what Mel’s most intimate space looks like.

It’s a very welcoming space when you do see it. The bed is up against the center wall, with a window above it that’s shining orange light from the lamps outside down onto the covers. The bed itself has a bed frame with small shelves built inside it. Little trinkets are sported on each shelf, and a small cat is lying on the mattress, audibly purring but lifts its head once the two of you step inside.

“That’s Captain Scurvy.” She points it out, and you laugh at the name.

“He’s very cute.” You remark. Your head twists to the shelves that are present in other areas of the bedroom. They’re tall, almost reaching the ceiling in height. And there are books of every color on every possible shelf. There are some crocheting items in a basket near the end of her bed, and the sheets are seemingly older in style, at least 80s/90s, with cherries and strawberries decorating the white background.

Pictures decorate her side table and walls, mostly of her, Dennis, Trinity, and Victoria. The Pittlings, as they’re called at work. You were sometimes included in their antics, but you mostly hung around the night shift group.

She has a few stuffies and pillows that sit on her bed. The ones that stand out are a Squishmallow of a Whale Shark, and then a Jellycat whale shark. You recognize both of them because they’re the same ones you have back home. She has an older-looking Gund Winnie the Pooh bear, and a Build-A-Bear you recognize from Victoria’s 22nd birthday when she made all of you- yes, all of you, Trinity, Dennis, you, and Mel- go to the local mall and each pick out a Build-A-Bear to make.

You chose a Green Frog with Animal Crossing pajamas; Mel chose a Bunny with cute little overalls; Dennis chose a Highland Cow with the horns, also with overalls; Trinity chose Chococat (she didn’t feel the need or the want to put clothes on her); and Victoria chose a cute little bumblebee with a small dress.

Now, Mel’s bunny sits looking at you, along with her other stuffed animals.

“Oh, that’s just, uh…” She’s obviously embarrassed that you caught her with stuffies on her bed as a 27-year-old, but you couldn’t care less. As you mentioned earlier, you had the same thing.

“Don’t worry, I have more stuffies than you do at home.” You grin, looking towards her so she won’t feel so self-conscious.

“Really?” She asks, almost stunned.

“Of course. Just because I’m a 27-year-old adult doesn’t mean I’m going to give up my love of stuffed animals. They’re supposed to be enjoyed by all; that’s what I think anyway.”

“Thank God, because at first I thought you were going to judge me for being weird.”

“Mel, I don’t think I would ever think you’re weird.” You swear you see her blush, or the start of her blushing, but she looks away before you can really catch it.

“So, the bathroom is across the hall, and I have extra toothbrushes if you need one; those are under the sink. I would prefer for you to grab one of the caps you can put on the toothbrush as well. You should know how much bacteria can latch onto toothbrushes in the bathroom.” She tells you, and you’re all for following along with her directions.

“No problem.” You respond.

“Alright, while you change, I’ll turn down the bed and get everything ready, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll leave you to it. You said it was across the hall, right?” You asked, pointing, and she nodded. You grabbed your bag and walked into the bathroom. Even the bathroom was cozy, which you didn’t even know could be possible.

You put on some simple clothes you brought that could pass for pj’s and grabbed a toothbrush from under the sink along with a matching toothbrush cover. You tried to make your breath as fresh as possible. It’s not like you didn’t brush your teeth on a daily basis, but if you were about to share a bed with your work crush, you wanted your breath to smell as good as possible.

You finish up and make sure everything is just as you left it, besides the toothbrush, obviously, before making your way back to the bedroom. You were incredibly nervous. Your hands were shaking, and even though you tried your hardest to make sure it wasn’t noticeable to Mel.

Your stomach felt as though it was in knots, and butterflies were growing, beating their wings against your belly. You needed to calm down. It was just a sleepover. You slipped inside the room, expecting Mel to already be asleep as it was now past 11 pm., but nope. There she was, eyes as wide as a baby’s.

“Aren’t you tired at all?” You decided to ask her questions so maybe the nerves would die down a little.

“A little. But I don’t need much sleep typically. This is just another day for me.”

“Oh.” You say, nodding like you completely understand, which you don’t. You need more than 8 hours to be able to function. So how she can do less than that, you’ll never know. But anyway, she’s lying there in her bed, top half propped up by an extra pillow. She’s made enough room for you, abandoning the stuffed animals to a nearby chair.

There is a small candle lit on her side of the table, and a book is propped up on her legs, with a reading light emanating.

“Do you seriously not need that much sleep? Tomorrow morning I just know I’m going to be horrendously tired.” You say to her, slipping under the covers. They’re so soft on your skin you want to ask her where she got these, but you second-guess it, feeling like it would be creepy.

“Seriously.” She nods, looking down at you for a moment to ask if you’re comfortable enough. Truthfully, you could die happily if this was the last bed you would ever sleep in. It was almost too comfortable, like a cloud. “I’m more than comfortable.” You replied, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with every inhale and exhale of air.

“You can go to sleep. I won’t be offended.” She dims the light of her book lamp.

“Are you sure? It’s not fun if I’m the one who falls asleep first. You’re never supposed to fall asleep at a sleepover.”

“I got drawn on at a sleepover once.” Mel remarks, and you open an eye.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Her mouth folds into a straight line. “But I drew accurate penis’s on them back, so it all worked out.”

You laugh, looking at her. “Are you joking?”

“No, I’m being serious.”

“That’s awesome.” You smile, snuggling further into the mattress. “You’re so awesome,” and it’s after that that you finally fall asleep. Mel soon puts her book down, growing tired as the night goes on. She blows out the candle and sets her glasses down gently beside it. She had gotten up earlier to brush her teeth, using the kitchen sink instead.

So she was all situated. As were you. She listened to your breathing, calm and steady, before moving down the bed under the covers. She fixed her pillow, making sure not to disturb you in the process.

Except, you did begin to move. You began to snuggle up close to her, and Mel froze, not knowing what to do. “Oh, um,” she said quietly, thinking you were awake, but a soft snore quickly put that notion to bed. “No, that’s fine. That- yeah, that’s completely fine.” She says more to herself than to you.

She’s tired though, and it’s honestly nice to have some physical touch. She’s rarely had physical touch. Except Langdon. You’re really the only other person she would ever allow to touch her. However, she still doesn’t know what to do right now, so she falls asleep with her hands behind her head.

But a few moments later, you’re moving against her, and she’s waking up, making sure you’re okay. She watches as your right arm moves to wrap around her middle, and you deeply sigh against her chest. It makes a small smile appear on her lips, her eyes drifting shut again.

Then, a few moments later, she wakes, the two of you now facing one another. You’re in a deep sleep, your features relaxed. One of your arms holds you close to Mel, the other is right up against your chest, hand under your cheek. She glances down at your mouth, which is slightly parted, allowing for soft snores to flow freely.

Mel gently fixes her arm, hanging it around your side and up your back, making slow, soft lines with her fingernails, soothing you into deeper sleep. She tries to keep a small distance between the two of you, very small, but it’s hard when you look that relaxed sleeping. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen you look any more peaceful than how you do right now.

You’re always worried about something, as many doctors are. But while Mel has seen how carefree Trinity or Dennis or Victoria are after they get off shift- hell, how carefree anyone at the Pitt looks when getting off their shift for the day- you always look concerned about one thing or another. And she just wishes she could help whenever she spots that familiar look creeping over your face.

She’ll be stuck to you like glue for the rest of time, she believes. You could wake her up one thousand times more after this, and she still wouldn’t pull away from you. She doesn’t know if it’s because you’re particularly tired or what. Are you always like this? Clingy and touchy? Not that she’ll say anything. She likes it a little too much, to be utterly truthful.

Maybe the two of you could become an item. She’s always liked you; it had developed into something much more recently. She would probably never know if you feel the same, but she can sure dream. It’s in that moment that the two of you are facing each other, legs entangled under the sheets; she closes her eyes for the third time that night, finally falling asleep with you beside her, holding her to you like you don’t want anyone to take her away.

[sapphicswph]

SPILLED COFFEE ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ fem!reader x wife!gigi ⋮ requested

⸝⸝ warnings : hurt/comfort . miscommunication . emotional insecurity . anxiety spiral . self-doubt . small arguments . crying . stress-induced conflict . reassurance . they communicate in the end . established relationship .

wc : 4.7k

you wake up to the sound of gigi moving around the bedroom like a storm. the clock on your nightstand says it’s later than it should be, and your stomach drops a little because you remember that you were supposed to set the alarms but the kids had a meltdown right before bed and it completely slipped your mind.

gigi is already half-dressed, yanking open drawers with more force than necessary, her dark hair still messy from sleep but somehow looking perfect anyway.

“you forgot the alarms again,” she mutters, voice low but sharp enough to cut. she’s trying to keep it quiet for the kids still asleep down the hall, but you can hear the edge in it. gigi never snaps at you like this. she’s the one who’s usually pulling you close in the mornings, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, whispering something in farsi that makes your cheeks warm. today though, her back is turned to you while she buttons her pants, shoulders tense.

you sit up, rubbing your eyes. “i’m sorry, babe. it was crazy last night with eli not wanting to brush his teeth and olive-“

“yeah, well, i have a showing in forty minutes and now i’m screwed.” her voice raises just a fraction and you reach out instinctively, touching her arm.

“shh, the kids-“

she glances back over her shoulder with this look that stops you cold. not full anger, just pure annoyance, like you telling her to quiet down was the last straw. your hand drops fast. gigi doesn’t say anything else, just turns back to the closet and starts digging through hangers for her blouse. you slip out of bed and start straightening the sheets, trying to stay useful without getting in her space, but your chest already feels tight. this isn’t her. not with you.

“where the hell is the blue one? the silk one i like?” she asks, more to the closet than to you, but you know she’s expecting an answer.

“i think it’s in the laundry basket? i washed it yesterday but didn’t get a chance to fold everything yet.”

she lets out a breath that’s almost a laugh but not the good kind. “of course. great timing.” she grabs something else instead, a white button-up, and yanks it on. you’re standing there in your sleep shirt feeling small, like everything you touch today is going to turn into another problem for her.

the kids start stirring then. you hear olive’s little feet padding down the hall first, followed by eli’s louder ones. gigi brushes past you toward the kitchen without another word, no good morning kiss, no hand squeeze. you follow, heart thumping too hard.

in the kitchen eli is already climbing into his chair at the table, still in his dinosaur pajamas, hair sticking up everywhere. olive is rubbing her eyes, asking for cereal in a sleepy voice that always melts you. you start pouring bowls while gigi makes coffee, moving fast.

“mommy, can i have the blue cup?” olive asks you, and you nod, reaching for it.

gigi is right behind you grabbing her mug from the counter. your elbow bumps her arm as you turn and hot coffee sloshes over the rim and down the front of her fresh blouse.

“fuck,” she hisses, switching to farsi under her breath, something sharp and quick that you only catch parts of. she sounds pissed and you want to cry. she sets the mug down hard. “you stood too close. seriously?”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-“ you start, grabbing a towel fast and trying to dab at the stain. your hands are shaking a little. eli giggles from his seat, pointing with his spoon. “maman spill!” he says happily, like it’s the funniest thing he’s seen all week. olive looks between you two with big eyes, quiet because she senses tension.

gigi takes the towel from you, wiping at it herself. “it’s fine. whatever. i’ll just change. again.” but her tone says it’s not fine. she glances at the clock and curses again, softer this time. you stand there useless, the towel dangling from your fingers now, feeling the heat in your face and the sting behind your eyes.

she doesn’t stop there. she complains about the traffic she’s gonna hit now that she’s late while you help olive with her milk. you try to joke about how eli always spills his own stuff but it lands flat. gigi barely looks at you when she talks, just quick clipped sentences about the kids’ lunches and what time she might be back. you pack the bags anyway, trying to be helpful, but every move feels like it’s in her way.

by the time she’s ready to leave, blouse changed again but still looking harried, you hover near the door with the kids. olive is holding your hand tight. eli is chattering about his toy truck. gigi grabs her keys, gives each kid a quick kiss on the head and a “be good for mommy,” but nothing for you. no hug, no “i love you,” not even a glance. she just walks out, door clicking shut behind her.

you stand there for a second, the unshed tears making everything blurry. the house feels too quiet except for the kids. your mind is already spinning, she’s never like this. what if this is it? what if she’s finally tired of your mess-ups, all the little ways you don’t get it right? gigi is passionate and strong and she built this life with you, but maybe you’re the one weighing her down now.

“mommy? you okay?” olive asks, tugging your hand. her voice is small, careful.

you blink fast and force a smile, squeezing her fingers. “yeah, sweetie. let’s get you guys to school.”

the drive is filled with kid noise that helps a little. eli sings some made-up song in the back seat, olive corrects him on the words and they both laugh. you grip the wheel tighter than usual, replaying the morning in your head. the way gigi looked at you when you shushed her. the coffee stain spreading dark across white fabric. how she left without touching you.

by the time you drop them off - olive with her backpack bouncing, eli leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek - the insecurities are sitting heavy in your stomach. you text gigi a quick “sorry about this morning. love you” on the way home but the screen stays dark. no reply.

the house is empty when you get back. you pick up the discarded towel from the kitchen counter, fold it slowly. gigi’s favorite mug is still there, half-empty and cold now. you wash it by hand instead of putting it in the dishwasher, thumb tracing the rim where her lips were.

part of you wants to call her, to explain or apologize more, but the other part is scared it’ll make things worse. she always communicates, talks things out even when it’s hard. but today she didn’t. she just left.

you sit at the kitchen table for a while, staring at nothing. the morning light is coming in sideways through the window, catching on the faint coffee spot on the floor that you missed. your phone buzzes once. not gigi, just a reminder about some parent thing at school next week.

the day drags after that. you clean up the rest of the breakfast mess, fold the laundry that started the whole thing, and try to keep busy so your brain doesn’t spiral too hard.

every little thing reminds you of her sharp tone, that look she gave you. by the time afternoon rolls around your phone lights up again, this time with a text from gigi saying she’ll grab the kids from school since her last appointment canceled. no emoji, not even a “love you.”

you type back “okay” and leave it at that, even though your thumb hovers over the keyboard wanting to say more. or sorry again. or ask if she’s still mad. instead you set the phone down and go fold more towels.

when the front door finally opens hours later you’re in the living room, reading something on your laptop. eli bursts in first, backpack half off one shoulder, yelling about the cool bug he found on the playground. olive trails behind him, more quiet, clutching a paper with crayon drawings. gigi comes in last, keys jingling, looking worn out but softening a little when eli tugs at her leg to show off his find.

“look maman, it’s a beetle! can we keep it?” eli asks, holding up a plastic cup with holes poked in the lid.

gigi crouches down to his level, peering inside. “that’s a good one buddy, but i think he wants to go back outside with his friends. we can look him up in a book later though.” her voice is gentler now, the morning sharpness gone, but she hasn’t said anything to you yet.

you close the laptop and stand up, forcing a small smile when olive comes over to show you her drawing. “that’s really pretty, baby. is that our house?”

“yeah with the flowers,” olive says, pointing. “maman said we could plant some this weekend if it’s not too hot.”

you nod, smiling for him. “that’s a good idea.” but your throat feels tight. gigi glances your way as she hangs up her bag, eyes searching your face for a second like she’s trying to read you. you look away first, heading toward the kitchen. “i’ll start dinner soon.”

“i picked up some tacos on the way,” gigi says, following you in while the kids dump their backpacks. “figured it’d save time.”

“thanks.” you pull plates out of the cabinet, movements a little stiff. part of you wants to lean into her, ask how her day went, but the fear is sitting heavy in your gut. what if she’s just going through the motions? what if this morning was the start of her pulling away, realizing she could do better than someone who forgets alarms and bumps into her and spills coffee all over her.

gigi’s always been steady, fighting for what she wants. maybe she’s tired of fighting for you.

she sets the takeout bag on the counter near you, close enough that her arm brushes yours. “you okay?” she asks quietly, voice low so the kids don’t hear.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you try to play it off, unpacking the tacos like it’s the most important task in the world. “kids eat first?”

gigi pauses, watching you. “sure.” she doesn’t push, but you feel her eyes on your back as you call the kids over. eli chatters the whole time about his bug and how olive almost stepped on a worm at recess. olive giggles at him but keeps glancing between you and gigi like she senses the weird vibe. you laugh at the right moments, but it sounds flat even to you.

dinner is mostly kid noise filling the silence. gigi asks you about your day once, something simple like if you got any work done, and you just shrug. “it was okay.” you don’t mention how you spent half of it replaying her leaving without kissing you, or how the house felt too big and empty. she tries again later, offering you the last taco, but you shake your head. “i’m good.”

after the kids are done gigi helps wipe eli’s face while you clear plates. your hands move on autopilot. she says something about one of her clients being a nightmare today, trying to pull you into conversation, but you just hum in response, loading the dishwasher.

the space between you feels bigger than it should in your own kitchen. gigi’s good at talking things out usually, but right now she seems to be waiting for you to give her an opening and you’re too scared to make one. what if she confirms it? what if she says she needs time or space or something worse.

olive tugs on your shirt after a while. “can we watch a show before bed?”

“yes, baby, pick something short,” you tell her, ruffling her hair. gigi catches your eye again, brow furrowed just a little, but you turn to the sink instead, rinsing a cup that doesn’t need rinsing.

later when the kids are settled in front of the tv with their show, gigi comes up behind you in the kitchen where you’re wiping the same counter for the third time. her hand rests light on your lower back, warm through your shirt. “hey. talk to me. you’ve been quiet since i got home.”

you shrug again, keeping your eyes on the counter. “just tired i guess.” the words feel small. inside your head it’s louder - the worry that she’s seconds from saying this isn’t working, that the morning proved you’re more hassle than you’re worth. gigi’s usually so soft with you, always has been. until today. and now everything feels off balance.

she sighs softly but doesn’t pull her hand away. “about this morning… i was stressed. the showing went fine but i shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that.” her thumb moves in a slow circle on your back, casual but careful. still, you don’t lean into it. the insecurity has you locked up, giving her short answers like armor.

“it’s whatever,” you mumble. “kids need to get ready for bed soon.”

gigi’s hand lingers another second before she steps back. “yeah. it’s getting late.” she sounds tired now too, but she heads to the living room to wrangle eli anyway, leaving you alone with the clean counter and the knot in your chest that won’t loosen.

the rest of the evening feels like walking through thick fog. you keep it together for the kids, forcing smiles when olive asks for her favorite pajamas and eli wants the dinosaur ones even though they’re in the wash.

gigi’s already in their rooms starting the bedtime routine, voice soft as she tells eli to pick up his trucks. you hang back in the hallway for a minute, listening, before forcing yourself to join in. you don’t want them catching the weird vibe but it’s hard when every time gigi moves near you your body tenses up.

“i’ll do olive’s hair if you handle eli’s teeth,” you say, keeping your tone even as you grab the detangling spray. you avoid her eyes, focusing on olive’s hair instead. gigi nods from the other side of the bathroom, calm like she’s choosing her words extra careful.

“sounds good.” she’s got eli on the step stool, squeezing toothpaste onto his brush. he’s giggling about foam beards and gigi plays along a little, making a silly face that usually makes you laugh too. tonight you just watch quietly, brushing olive’s hair slower than needed.

olive shifts under you. “mommy your hand is cold.”

“sorry baby.” you warm them up by rubbing them together quick. gigi glances over at you again, something soft in her expression, but you turn back to olive’s hair like it’s super important.

you end up in eli’s room for stories. gigi is reading from the book, doing the voices like always, but you cut in when she skips a page on accident.

“you missed the part where the truck finds the treasure,” you say, sharper than you mean. your arms are crossed over your chest as you lean against the wall, eyes on the book instead of her.

gigi pauses, finger marking the spot. she looks up at you but her voice stays steady, patient because she’s trying not to escalate. “right, sorry. here.” she goes back and reads it again without arguing back. eli doesn’t seem to notice, just snuggles closer to her side.

you feel bad right after but the insecurity keeps pushing words out anyway. “he likes that part the most. it’s his favorite.”

“i know,” gigi says gently, turning the page. no bite in her tone, just calm. she reaches over and adjusts eli’s blanket, her hand steady. you shift on your feet, feeling stupid for snapping but unable to stop the spiral in your head. she’s being too nice now. like she’s already checked out and just going through the motions until she decides what to do about you. you think.

in olive’s room it gets worse. you’re tucking her in while gigi plugs in the nightlight. when gigi leans down to kiss olive’s forehead you move to the other side of the bed quick, fussing with the stuffed animals like they need rearranging right this second.

“did you remember her water cup?” you ask, even though you know gigi did. it comes out clipped.

gigi straightens up, nodding. “yeah, it’s on her table.” she doesn’t snap back or roll her eyes. she just stands there a second, watching you with this quiet look that makes your stomach twist more. “you want me to read her the extra chapter tonight?”

“no it’s fine. i got it.” you sit on the edge of olive’s bed, back turned a little toward gigi. olive hugs her bear tighter, sensing something’s up. gigi lingers by the door like she wants to say more but doesn’t. she just says a soft “goodnight, i love you azizam” to olive and slips out, leaving the room feeling smaller.

you read her the chapter, voice mostly steady for olive’s sake, but your mind’s racing. gigi’s staying so calm, not rising to any of it, which somehow makes it worse. usually she’d push back a little, talk it through, but tonight she’s letting you have the jabs like she knows you’re hurting and doesn’t want to make it a bigger thing. or maybe she’s just done. the thought sticks hard while olive drifts off, her breathing evening out. you stay there longer than necessary, staring at the wall, before finally kissing olive’s forehead and whisper an i love you before walking out.

out in the hall gigi’s waiting by the laundry basket, folding one of eli’s shirts slow. she doesn’t say anything when you walk past, just gives you space, but her eyes follow you toward the bedroom.

the tension hangs thick between you, all the unsaid stuff and your short answers and her careful calm making the house feel like it’s holding its breath. you want to turn around and let it spill out but the fear of what she might say back keeps your mouth shut and your steps heading away instead.

gigi finds you in the bedroom a little while later, pushing the door half closed behind her. the lamp on your side casts a warm low glow, throwing long shadows across the rumpled covers where you’re already sitting up.

she peels off her day clothes slow in the corner of the room, slipping into her sleep shirt. the mattress dips when she finally sits on the edge near you, close enough that you feel the warmth from her but far enough to leave space if you need it. her hand settles on the blanket between you two, palm up like a quiet offering.

“can we talk for a minute?” she asks, voice low and steady, the kind she uses when she’s trying to untangle something without making it worse. “please. i can’t go to bed like this.”

you swallow hard, the knot in your chest pulling tighter instead of loosening. the whole day crashes back - her sharp mutter about the alarms, the looks she gave you, the coffee spilling down her blouse which somehow was your fault, how she walked out the door without even a brush of her hand against yours. the short texts. the careful distance when she got home with the kids.

tears burn at the corners of your eyes before you can shove them down and you blink fast, staring at your hands twisted in the sheets.

“do you still love me?” the words slip out smaller than you want, all shaky and raw around the edges. you hate how needy they sound but they just keep coming. “or are you… are you thinking about leaving? because if this morning was too much, if i keep messing everything up and just being in the way all the time, you can tell me. i’d rather know than keep guessing.”

gigi’s face changes right away, something pained flickering across it quick before she shifts closer on the bed. “hey, no. don’t talk like that. of course i still love you. that’s not even a question for me.” she reaches out slow, giving you every chance to pull back, and settles her hand warm on your knee over the blanket. her thumb starts rubbing gentle little circles, the kind that always ground you. “i’m not leaving. not ever. you and the kids are my everything.”

you shake your head, the sadness from all day tangling up with the leftover frustration until it spills out sharper than you mean. “then why didn’t you say anything when you got home with them? you just walked in with tacos like it was any other day after snapping at me all morning. i’ve been losing my mind all day thinking you were done with us, that maybe you realized you’re better off without my screw-ups, and you barely even looked at me.”

gigi stays quiet while you talk, listening close without jumping in, her hand steady and warm on your knee the whole time. she gives you all the space to get it out, thumb still moving in slow circles like she’s afraid you’ll pull away if she stops.

when you finally run out of breath and the words die off she lets out a soft sigh, eyes searching your face like she’s trying to see every piece of hurt. she glances down at her hand on your knee for a second, swallowing before she speaks again.

“i wanted to talk,” she starts, voice low. “i tried a couple times in the kitchen and after dinner but…” she trails off, shifting a little closer on the bed, her free hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “you didn’t give me much to work with. you were giving me these short answers and turning away every time i got near you. i don’t blame you, but it felt like you needed space so i was trying to respect that instead of forcing it and making it worse.”

she pauses again, thumb pressing a little firmer into your knee as she meets your eyes. “but i hate that i made you feel like this all day. this morning i was so stressed about the showing running late and i took every bit of it out on you in the worst way possible. the alarms, the blouse, the coffee spilling… none of it was actually about you.” her voice cracks just a fraction on the last part and she looks away for a second, jaw tight, before coming back to you. “i was running behind and pissed at myself and i handled it like complete shit. i’m sorry, baby. i’m really, really sorry. please… forgive me, azizam.” she’s looking at you with such soft eyes, it’s hard to not forgive her.

you feel the tears spill over, hot and messy on your cheeks, and gigi shifts closer right away without hesitation, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you into her side. you let her, the fight draining out as you bury your face against her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her lotion. her other hand comes up to rub your back slow and steady, up and down in a soothing rhythm she always falls into when one of the kids is upset or when you need it most.

“i’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs against your hair, lips brushing there before she presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. she holds you tighter for a second, arms wrapping a little more securely like she’s trying to squeeze the doubt right out of you.

“you’re not messing anything up. i got too stuck in my own head and i shut down instead of coming to you right when i got home. that wasn’t fair at all.” she exhales slow, chin resting against you. “i saw you pulling away and i didn’t know how to fix it without pushing and making everything worse.”

you sniffle hard, one hand fisting lightly in the front of her sleep shirt as the relief starts to creep in slow, tangled up with all the leftover hurt from the day. your voice comes out muffled against her shoulder, thick and shaky. “it just scared me so bad. you’re never like that with me.”

you pause to catch your breath, fingers tightening in the fabric. “usually you’re soft, kissing me goodbye even when we’re rushing out the door, pulling me close in the kitchen… and today you didn’t. you just left. and i thought… i don’t know. that maybe you were finally realizing you could do better than someone who forgets and makes everything harder.”

gigi doesn’t pull back. she just keeps rubbing your back, her chin resting gentle on top of your head while she lets you finish. “no one’s better for me,” she says quietly, her voice warm and sure. “you make everything better, even when it’s messy. i love coming home to you. i love how you are with olive and eli, how patient you get when they’re bouncing off the walls. today was on me, not you.”

she presses another kiss to your temple, lingering there. “i’m sorry i made you doubt that even for a second. let me make it up to you tomorrow, yeah? i’ll set the alarms tonight, stay in bed a little longer with you in the morning. we can take our time before the kids wake up.”

she smiles against you. “then, i’ll make breakfast, your favorite. i’ll do anything.

a small laugh slips out of you despite everything, and she smiles soft at the sound, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “you’re forgiven.” you say and she kisses your forehead again, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, each one slow and deliberate like she’s trying to kiss away the whole shitty day. her lips linger a little longer on that last one, warm and reassuring, before she pulls back just enough to look at you.

you lean into her more, the tension finally cracking as she tugs you down to lie together, pulling the covers up around you both. her arm slides around your waist, holding you close under the blankets, bodies fitting together. her fingers trace lazy, soothing patterns on your hip, slipping just under the hem of your shirt to brush bare skin, sending warmth through you.

she keeps pressing little kisses wherever she can reach - your hairline, the tip of your nose, the sensitive spot just below your ear that makes you shift impossibly closer. her mouth stays there a second longer, breath warm against your skin, before she whispers, “i love you,” lips brushing your temple again. “so much. we’re okay. more than okay.”

you settle against her chest and nod, the knot in your stomach loosening for the first time all day as her heartbeat thumps steady and strong under your ear. “i love you too.”

the fight drains out slow, replaced by her warmth and the familiar way she holds you. gigi doesn’t stop the gentle touches, her hand sliding up to card through your hair, nails scratching lightly at your scalp in a way that always melts you.

she murmurs more soft promises against your skin - about slow mornings tangled up in bed, family weekends and how she’ll make sure you feel loved and wanted every single day, that she never wants to make you feel the way you did today ever again. her voice stays low and intimate, lips grazing your jaw every now and then, until your eyes get heavy and the last of the insecurity fades into the quiet comfort of her arms, her body pressed warm and close against yours.

[bug-gribble]

ILOVE TAISSA TURNER SO MUCH

[easiwhitechocolate]

okay listen to me NOW!! your idea of mel being a biter/chewer BUT instead of her SHIRT, she's lost in the sauce and bites the READER!?!??!!! drooling emoji shes so delicious

Im listening, im listening.. so just for clarification, baby, what you're saying is mel practically being pussy drunk / drunk on needing her girlfriend and biting said reader? Drools everywhere

[sweetpeabutch]

best friend AND perv!Nikki eating you out whenever you're both drunk?! 🙏🙏🙏

PLEASE PLEASE please please write about this pleaseeee!!!

it starts with drunk flirting after too many shots of vodka. drunk giggling while nikki's body is slumped against yours, her face shoved into your neck while her hand rests on your thigh. small touches that get bolder and bolder until you're both making out in the bathroom of this bar. both too drunk to care about the ramifications. both just drunk and horny. but nikki's begging to eat you out. lips dragging along your collarbone, peppering sloppy kisses against it while she mutters something about taking you back to her place. she ends up booking an uber and you get eaten out on the hardwood floor of her living room before you both pass out in her bed. neither of you mention it when you wake up, not even when you notice that your underwear is missing. it's under nikki's pillow, where she has a few other dirty pairs she stole from you.

next wednesday rolls around, and you have this nervous but excited feeling swirling in your stomach when you see nikki, knowing that both of you are gonna get drunk tonight. while she orders drinks for the table, you wonder if what happened last time was a one-time thing, or if it's gonna happen again tonight. you grow uncomfortably wet during trivia, finding yourself blushing while looking at nikki, your best friend. you feel jolts of pleasure wash over you when her hand grazes your thigh. the drunk flirting starts when you walk with her to order another drink. you offer to pay, but she taps her card before you can say anything. "it's okay," she says, smirking at you. "you can pay me back later." bear ends up driving you and nikki back to your place, and it takes less than two minutes for you and nikki to start making out on the couch. things escalate, and she reminds you of paying her back. you, drunk and naive, tell her to take whatever from your wallet. she giggles at you, mumbling, "cute," to herself while her hands work on tugging your shorts down. "i don't want money. i just wanna eat this pussy."

having a few drinks over at her house, and nikki asks if she can kiss you and make you feel good. doesn't have to mean anything, she tells you. she doesn't even have to kiss you, just eat your pussy.

nikki getting drunk by herself and drunk texting you that she wants to eat you out so bad @__@

nikki shoving your underwear in her mouth while she fingers you. every time this happens, she steals ur underwear btw. she's super good at gaslighting you into believing that she gave them back or that you must've just lost them.

she'll eat you out until she passes out tbh.

if she wakes up before you, she'll be a little pervert and sniff your crotch.

[sweetpeabutch]

need to be vic and cassie’s girlfriend.. sexting them while they’re at work 😵‍💫 (and trinity catching on to why both of them are acting different)

cassie and vic emerging from some room, both disheveled and sweaty. vic had tugged cassie aside because you sent her an audio message and a video, and they got carried away while listening and watching it together.

trinity's nosy ass always tries to see who vic is texting, always asks who got cassie's face flushing red after she looked at her phone. she notices how they're both on their phones at the same time after getting a notification, so they can't be texting each other.

mffhfhfh vic and cass helping each other out because one of them got super wet and needy after reading your messages. cassie eating victoria out in a bathroom stall. vic jacking cassie's strap in the locker rooms. cassie facetiming you while victoria sucks on her clit.

trinity catching a glimpse of you on cassie's phone because she SUCKS at being discreet, and doing that lil eyebrow raise because you're veryy good looking. she notices how cassie and vic act for the rest of her shift, always glancing at their phones, always giving each other looks across the hall, slipping into rooms together for long periods of time...trinity thinks of what you could be sending them. nudes, voice messages, videos...she wishes she could see them.

sending vic and cassie a video of you riding a dildo while you're wearing cassie's jacket and vic's shirt @__@

sometimes you send cassie a video that's only meant for her, and vic gets jealous when she notices how worked up cassie is because SHE didn't get a video >__> she's bossy and demanding when texting you to about sending her a video, and trinity asks who she's writing a strongly worded email to because she's frowning and tapping the FUCK out of her screen 😭

thinkinggggg of vic accidentally sending one of your nudes to trinity instead of cass......😵‍💫 perv trinity staring and drooling over it before she deletes it bc victoria begged her to.

trinity teasing mcvadi when you visit them at work because she knows you're the reason why they're always rushing to the bathroom or supply closet <3

[wounded7777]

☀️ so i saw supergirl like the day after it came out and yeah it was underwhelming but kara was rly hot and i needed to write something about her. also diana's here too because i'm never not thinking about her

༒ synopsis: what they're like topping+ some general nsfw hcs (depending on how this does, i perhaps will make a bottom version- which i was going to at first, but this ran way longer than i thought it would can you tell this is extremely self- indulgent)

cw: nsfw ahead!, 18+, fem!reader w female genitalia, possible ooc (maybe idfk keeping up with comics gmfu), mentions of bondage, overstim, just general smut Imao

༒ KARA ZOR-EL ༒

top!kara who must always have her hands or mouth on you. she's especially obsessed with your tits and stomach. whenever you wanna take a selfie together she always insists on grabbing your boobs for the photo. on a similar note, she loves to flaunt you by always making the pictures of you together slightly suggestive. she'll make you pose on her lap, lick your cheek instead of kiss it (think that one heated rivalry photo), post a pic of you dozing in her bed undressed but with your back to the camera.

top!kara who is not above begging you to let her touch you no matter what you're doing, how busy you are, etc. she gets a little bit whiny if you absolutely won't let her right that second. sometimes she gets handsy anyway, but that’s a different story.

top!kara who works off steam after a long day by coming home and fucking you stupid. sometimes she won't even bother with a greeting, just crashes your mouths together the moment she gets through the door and immediately starts fumbling to get your clothes off. she's particularly rough when she's irritated

top!kara who's a little bit into inflicting pain. esp involving heat. wax play is a favorite of hers, but she also likes to stretch your cunt out with a strap that's a little too big, put in a finger more than you can usually handle. but she'll always stop if you really need her to.

top!kara who casually manhandles you. she'll pick you up and toss you around like nothing for no reason and only makes fun of you when you protest because realistically what are you doing about it. this is something she often does when you're not giving her attention and she wants to fuck so shell just put you where she wants you.

top!kara who's kindaaa into public sex and doesn't care whether people can tell or not. she'll leave you with your hair all messed up and bruises all over your neck. may or may not give your panties back. she especially likes to do it when you have makeup on. she loves to fuck it up and get your lipstick everywhere and pretend that it wasn't on purpose

top!kara who isn't overtly possessive of you in public because she could obviously wipe the floor with anyone who tried anything with you. don't let her think you might be reciprocating though because she will be quick to take you to the bathroom

top!kara who's such a big fat tease it makes you crazy. shell edge you till you cry and then make you come till you cry again. she likes when you need her for your pleasure. expect a little bit of degrading too

top!kara who swallows every drop when you come in her mouth, praises how good you taste, and tells you how sexy you are when you finish down her throat. for this reason she makes you sit on her face at least once a week and it's also really hard to actually suffocate her sooo yes absolutely crush her

top!kara who likes casual sex/sexual activities- not necessarily no-feelings casual sex, but more like sex doesn't always have to be this big romantic event. if you're both just hanging out and she notices you're feeling tense, needy, etc, shell offer to let you ride her thigh or rub you through your clothes for a few just so you can get one off.

top!kara who is also into breath play because of course. her breath is freezing and she loves to watch your nipples get hard before she sucks them. also thinks it's cute when she blows over your clit before giving you head and you get all jumpy and whiny

top!kara who loves messy sex. you don't think you've ever had a closed-mouth kiss with her in your whole relationship, but especially not during foreplay. she rarely lets you up after just one or two orgasms because she wants to make you squirt and get it all over her or the bed (or whatever's the nearest available surface, because kara does not care where). she purposely leaves lots of spit on your thighs when she eats you out, and all over your tits when she's licking and sucking them. she wants you to look thoroughly debauched when she's finished with you

top!kara who wants you to get loud, and who likes loud sex in general. she never lets you cover your mouth or bury your face into a pillow. she loves to strap you and listen to her hips smack into you, how your voice gets pitchy and breathy when you come, or the sounds of your cunt squelching when you get close.

top!kara who, a lot of the time, just loves to lay back and watch you use her to get yourself off. whether you're on her lap riding her strap, her fingers, or rubbing your pussy against hers like a puppy in heat. she thinks it's sweet, watching how needy you get sometimes, and desperate for pleasure whether she's giving it to you herself or not.

༒ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA ༒

top!diana who, even though she will bottom, prefers to top because she can and will get off just by pleasing you. she's a major service top

top!diana who does love to tease at times, but always winds up giving you what you want.

top!diana who uses her strength to her advantage. she's never overly rough, but she loves to pick you up, pin you down, watch you squirm and whine while she lavishes your body with all the attention she wants until you're a shaking mess.

top!diana who isn't rough, but once she gets started, doesn't always easily let you stop her. if you're too squirmy, she's quick to tighten her grip on you. too noisy and she'll either stop until you promise to quiet down, or give you something else to do with your mouth-gag you, put her fingers down your throat. not that she even minds the noise, really- she loves hearing that she's pleasing you, but she likes to exert a little bit of control.

top!diana who is obviously into bondage. she won't use her actual lasso, naturally, because she doesn't want to actually injure you, but will buy softer, bedroom-specific alternatives at shops to imitate it, because there's no way she hasn't thought about that at least once

top!diana who gets so caught up in pleasing you that she very frequently overstimulates you without realizing. fingers you or/ and eats you out for like two hours straight and doesn't realize until you're in tears and shaking like a leaf. always covers you in kisses and apologies after, but she secretly loves it.

top!diana who will use toys if you like them, but much prefers to use her hands or mouth so she can feel you in your entirety.

top!diana who, for your first time together, makes you tell her everything you usually like so she knows just how to make you feel good. in immense detail. she kind of likes watching you get flustered.

top!diana who makes you masturbate in front of her so she knows exactly what you mean, and she still makes you talk and explain the whole time. she gets incredibly aroused watching you play with yourself, wet and whiny and struggling to speak, before she gives in and takes over.

top!diana who has never been a fan of sex positions where she can't see your face. besides the fact that it feels weirdly dehumanizing to her, she also wants to see every flicker of pleasure on your face while she pleases you, and she likes to kiss a lot during sex.

top!diana who spends 99% of foreplay kissing. everywhere. your lips, mainly, because she loves the way you taste and to watch them get redder and more swollen. she loves when you're panting by the time she pulls away, and when she notices your lips connected to hers by a string of saliva.

top!diana who also unintentionally edges you because she wants to worship every single part of your body. there's basically nowhere she won't put her hands or mouth on. she'll spend ages just kissing every inch of skin she can reach and telling you how lovely every one is. sometimes it's on purpose, though.

[mrsmckay]

wholesome cassie thought incoming

cassie crouching in front of you holding your knees and trying to ground you. she sees how shaken up you are and it makes her tear up because she can’t quite say the right words to get you to calm down. when you finally make eye contact with her, you reach to wipe the tear on her cheek.

[🥐]

you were sitting on the floor of the bathroom, your back pressed against the wall. cassie came in to comfort you, not wanting to leave you alone right now. your breaths were coming out ragged, tears rapidly falling down your cheeks. you couldn’t think straight. there was nothing anyone could say to calm you down.

but cassie tried anyways.

“hey,” she murmured as she crouched down in front of you. her hands found your knees, gently rubbing back and forth. “you’re okay, baby. i’m… i’m right here,” cassie reminded you, unsure of how best to help you right now.

your sobs only increased, cassie being there for you tugging at your heartstrings. cassie, however, assumed she was making things worse. still, she kept her gentle touch, refusing to leave your side unless she knew for a fact you would be better off alone to decompress. your sounds of distress and upset tears made cassie’s heart ache. she felt her eyes begin to burn, tears of her own beginning to form as she witnessed your breakdown.

cassie’s about to start crying and ask what she can do to help, sure her voice will break if she does so, when she feels your hands on her wrists. you grabbed ahold of cassie, silently thanking her while words were failing you. cassie smiled softly at that, glad she was helping to ground you. she started to murmur sweet phrases and much needed reassurances, and your hysterics began to fade.

when you finally looked up at cassie, a comforting smile spread across her face, one that instantly made you feel safe. she reached out and cupped your cheeks. as cassie looked into your eyes, her thumbs darted out, wiping your salty tears away. your grip on her wrists tightened, needing to remember that cassie was real. that she was right in front of you. here for you.

“there she is,” cassie said as the light in your eyes started to return. “see? you’re okay. i’m not going anywhere.”

[puppiegracie]

I freaking adore katherine's little selfies with other pitt cast they make me so so happy

[rhiannonsknife]

i have an idea for your summer fics <3 shauna and jackie are married and hire a pool girl for their new house and yk how that goes

» jackieshauna x fem!reader

— warnings: pool girl!reader. implied age gap (reader is 18+). nsfw content. mdni. ‘accidental’ voyeurism. strap-on usage. threesomes. semi-public sex. skinny dipping. oral sex.

jackie who hires you in the first place, spending her wife’s money on a local pool company to get somebody to clean the pool she’s been wanting but has absolutely no desire to clean herself whatsoever. why should she, she reasons with shauna, chin held high in refusal, if it’s all gross like that and they have all the means to pay someone else to do it. shauna, albeit reluctant, does relent eventually, having to admit that her wife has a point: they can indeed afford the extra help, and she would much rather pay that money than argue with her wife over it.

it is also jackie who lets you in the very first time you show up to their place: barefoot & in loose linen pants, she greets you right at the door and steps aside to invite you in, leading you through the house & making some smalltalk along the way: asking where you go to college, if this is only your summer job or your actual job, etc etc. all the while, she guides you through their living room and out into the backyard, where the pool awaits.

you don’t catch sight of shauna until the third or so visit. truth be told you didn’t really know of her existence up until that point. sure, you’d caught glimpses of wedding photos in the hallway, some signs pointing towards jackie not living on her own (aside from the huge fucking house, that is, which you were already pretty sure she didn’t occupy all by herself), but you never meant to pry/make her uncomfortable by outright asking. so, you only get proper confirmation when shauna is actually around for one of your pool maintenance days, supervising your work from behind a pair of sunglasses as she sits reading on a nearby lawn chair.

from the start, she is different from her wife, making noticeably less smalltalk & also showing far less interest in finding out anything about you. shauna is no less attentive, though, always picking spots for her afternoon sunbathing that keep you right in her line of sight, then shamelessly staring at you for as long as you stick around to work (which normally is as long as you can possibly drag it out for, enjoying being the center of her attention).

eventually making a whole show of it, knowing you’ve got at least one woman’s eyes on you at all times? wearing gradually shorter clothes to your shifts at the shipman-taylors’, tighter tops & shorts…? exaggeratedly stretching and bending over whenever you notice them watching…...?

jackie who picks up on that first. chances are shauna knows, too, which you assume she does, given how often she’s taken the bait of your little outfits & how many times you’ve caught her staring at your ass while you worked. but with her out of the house on most days, jackie is still the one who spends more time around you, calling you over even on days when there is, frankly, nothing you could be doing; their pool clean and well taken care of. still, you pretend not to notice, busying yourself around the pool house and acting like there’s stuff left for you to do so you can stay around longer. you figure that, if they didn’t enjoy your company, they wouldn’t keep calling you over this frequently, and you’re very much willing to make the most of it.

jackie who returns your teasing in full force, then: out in the yard as well, and close to the pool, she’s oiling her toned legs in languid motions, one knee bent as she runs her hands up & down her calf, all without ever taking her eyes off you.

“are you busy right now?” she’ll call over to where you’re crouched by the filtration system, ‘inspecting’ the pool’s pressure gauge. “hm?” afraid to have been caught wasting time, you stumble to your feet and turn around, only to find jackie holding a bottle of sunscreen out to you, her freshly oiled legs now glistening in the morning sun. “can you do my back?” she asks innocently. “sorry, i know you’re busy, but shauna isn’t here to do it, and i can’t reach it myself.” jackie is your boss, so what else are you supposed to do if not say yes? had you known what you’d actually be getting yourself into, and that she wouldn’t let you stand there & do it, but instead lie down stomach first on the lounge chair, expecting you to kneel over her, legs bracketing either side of her hips to work the sunscreen into her shoulders, you wouldn’t have agreed quite so easily! and as if that, in itself, isn’t bad enough already, jackie has untied the straps of her bikini top, too, leaving her entire, sunwarmed back bare under your hands. her skin is so soft as you spread the sunscreen outward from the line you’ve squeezed down her spine, trying your hardest not to pay those fucking sounds she’s making any mind. they might be muffled by the cushions, but you swear you can hear jackie moan as your fingers dig into her back.

jackie who knows no stopping, after that sunscreen incident. you do wonder if the couple has talked about this in private, and if they now have some plan to flirt with you together (if so, they’re succeeding), because even when shauna is around, she keeps up with it, seeking out your touch & being close to you. “it’s so unfair that you have to work under the sun all day,” she’ll pout, for example, squeezing your upper arm as she walks past on her way back inside. other days, she will simply lounge in shauna’s lap, the two women simply watching you work together.

shauna who, while less one to take so much initiative herself, is still constantly watching you with such intensity you cannot help but squirm as soon as her eyes land on you. even with jackie sitting on her lap like that, and shauna’s hands running over her wife’s body (squeezing her hips & her thighs like you’re not standing right there, a few feet away, pretending not to watch them right back because that would be unprofessional), her gaze will still be set on you the whole time from over jackie’s shoulder.

shauna who, for her lack of flirting, at least still partially wants you around for your work. or so you think, until, one day, while you’re, for once, actually cleaning their pool, she suddenly appears behind you. as focused on skimming leaves from the water as you are, you don’t hear her approach, startling at the sudden touch. you’ve never felt either of them so close, yet here’s shauna, whose strong hands land on your hips. her mouth is right by your ear, like that, the whole length of her body pressed against your back when she murmurs: “you missed one.” for another second or two, she stays like that, very much in your personal space, before finally stepping back with one last squeeze to your waist. when you leave later that same day, they’re both on their chairs again, jackie waving goodbye while shauna is doing what she does best: watching you like a fucking hawk.

walking in on them one day…..you’re sure they must have planned it, knowing damn well when you’re meant to show up by now. their front door is left unlocked & ajar when you get there, your knock enough to nudge it open all the way. perhaps your first mistake is going inside, then, and not just turning on your heel and making a run for it. but jackie & shauna have always let you in before, and it doesn’t seem all that unusual at first. so, instead, you venture into their living room, where the patio doors stand open wide and you can hear the sounds of birds chirping from the backyard. no sign of jackie or shauna, though, neither in there nor out by the pool.

you’re about to call for them, fingers tracing over the kitchen countertop as you glance toward the backyard again, when suddenly, you hear it: it comes from the second floor, far enough away to be the tiniest bit muffled, but without a doubt a moan. and once you’re actually listening, frozen in place, there’s no unhearing it: from the room directly above the kitchen, which must be their bedroom, comes the steady creak of the couple’s bed, headboard slamming into the wall to the rhythm of their bodies moving together. quietly, you dare take another step forward, and then another, until you eventually find yourself standing at the foot of the stairs, where the sounds are so clear you wonder if they’ve left the door to their bedroom open as well. not only do you hear the creaky bed & the moans; there are even the rhythmic wet thrusts of whatever it is that they’re doing up there. “shauna,” jackie moans, over the slapping of skin against skin. “shauna- s-so fucking big…you’re so deep, baby!” you feel a throb between your legs, holding onto the nearest wall for dear life so as not to outright faint & fall over. at least that answers your question, then: the wet squelches must be the sound of jackie’s cunt around shauna’s strap. shauna groans in response, the pace picking up. even so, jackie cries out: “harder! harder, shauna. fuck, please!” with every word from her, the throbbing between your thighs increases. already, you can feel the fabric of your underwear clinging to the slick there, your clit twitching, aching for relief beneath the thin barrier. “yes,” jackie moans, and you wish you could see them, take a peek into their room to put a picture to the voices crying out. “oh my god, yes baby, like that.” it goes on like that, their fucking, until the sounds eventually begin to subside, then stop altogether, and you remember the position you’re in just in time for a door upstairs to be pushed open. you can already hear their footsteps coming down the stairs as you hurry back outside, racing across the yard and heading straight for the pool, getting there right when jackie steps out onto the patio in a silky robe. she smiles when she spots you and, stretching her arms out over her head, says: “ah, good, you let yourself in.”

shauna who, on a particularly hot afternoon not long after that, invites you to stay for a swim after your job is done. ever since you overheard them, thoughts of the two of them together have occupied your every waking thought. matter of fact, even in your sleep, you’ll sometimes wake from a dream with your sleep shorts soaked and your heart racing in your chest. “come on, it’s too hot for you to go home,” she says, leading the way back outside, where jackie is waiting with her legs dangling into the water. she doesn’t say anything when she sees you, only watches as you peel off your shirt & pants.

jackie who, once you’ve waded out into the deeper end of the pool, slips in after you with a small splash, shivering as she floats over to you while shauna still sheds her own clothes on the lawn. not stopping once she’s within reach, you soon feel the warmth of her body against yours below the surface, her nipples poking through the fabric of her bikini, then her fingers as she takes your chin in hand & tilts your head towards her.

it’s jackie who kisses you first, her lips slowly moving against yours, and coaxing you into reciprocating it despite shauna standing right there beside you. if you ever so much as try to turn your head in her direction, though, the grip jackie has on your cheeks tightens, fingers sinking into the skin as she holds you close to herself and pries your lips apart with her tongue. your hands land on her slick shoulders, too scared to outright reach for her waist yet, while her own drape around the back of your neck, lips soft even as your tongues slide together.

getting fucked in their pool, then, held between their bodies, with shauna joining in, too, groaning close to your ear from having watched you & her wife make out for so long. thankfully, their backyard is pretty private, well shielded by tall trees surrounding the property & fences keeping the next door neighbors from seeing much of anything that goes on in their pool. with shauna’s lips attached to your neck, without a doubt leaving marks on your skin, and jackie’s still moving against your own, they push your bikini bottoms aside with ease, one of them (though you’re not entirely sure who it is) locating your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. the water splashes around you as you let your head fall back against shauna’s shoulder, who welcomes you with open arms as your eyes roll back in pleasure, moaning shamelessly and rocking your hips into the touch. “that’s it…” she praises, lips wet where they trail along the back of your neck while the hand between your legs picks up its pace, applying more pressure to your already swollen, sensitive clit.

shauna who, after that evening in their pool, makes sure you understand that it wasn’t just a one-time thing where all three of you acted on a whim, the next time you arrive at their place, nervous out of your mind, only to find out jackie isn’t home. it’s shauna, who answers the door and reveals that ‘jackie had errands,’ as she leads you inside for a drink. shauna who steps up behind you until you feel the bulge in her shorts, who bends you over the kitchen counter right then & there, in a frantic series of movements and fucks you hard & fast from behind, panting about how she’d been waiting to finally fuck you with her cock, until jackie gets home.

jackie who watches………? entering the living room, she doesn’t seem all that surprised to find the two of you there, with your legs kicked apart, and your chest pressed flat to the counter as shauna thrusts her hips at a relentless pace, leaving you no choice but to let out all those moans, even when you hear the key turning in the door. it damn near seems like jackie expected to find you like this, smiling as she takes in the sight of you, pinned beneath her wife like that, while shauna groans and buries her dick inside you to the hilt.

skinny dipping in their pool, late at night!! letting the two of them take the lead and guide you into the water, where they will let you float and playfully splash water at them, before you eventually end up close together all over again, and they practically pass you back & forth between their naked bodies, until the early morning hours, at which point they will take you back inside, up the stairs and into their shared bedroom. doing it in an actual bed, for the first time...? still naked, with shauna kneeling between your legs while jackie straddles your chest, waiting for your nod before moving further up.

[evrythngisblue]

IT'S ONLY EVER YOU

s3!shauna shipman x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of jackie, reader's mentally ill, established relationship, typical shauna behavior.

the death of your (now ex) girlfriend had changed both you and shauna. you'd never expect jackie's passing to bring you and her best friend closer. thank god she's not around to see it, because jackie got jealous.

you'd been having problems with slight hallucinations. they'd slowed since winter, meshing less of jackie to more born from paranoia of the woods around you. you're sure you'd have died drifting through the wilderness at dusk if it weren't for shauna.

"hey," you jumped at the feeling of warm, big hands on your shoulders, snapping out of your thoughts and back to your surroundings. you turn to meet shauna, looking down at you with concern only reserved for you nowadays. "let's go back."

your shared hut was a place of solitude in the camp that had spiraled out of control, as shauna was never calm out there, and you often were overwhelmed by the others stares and murmurs.

"tell me what you saw this time." the brunette's hands threaded in your tangled hair, braiding it for you before you settled for bed. "was it her again?" shauna had gained more complicated resentment towards the dead girl, one for her getting to date you during her time alive, and two for the way she haunted you everyday.

"a little. but she went away." you answered honestly and quietly, picking at your thumb until it bled. "i just got distracted."

"you need to stop doing that." she finishes your hair and sits in front of you, looking into your eyes with the intensity that they hold now. "it worries me when i wake up and you're gone."

"i know." you nod, not pushing further on your reasons that don't exist.

"what do you think her problem is now?" you overheard misty whisper to mari, watching you listlessly hang a nightgown on the clothesline. "is it shauna or jackie?"

the murmurs continued between the two until it got to be too much for you. you folded the last piece of clothing with a sigh, abandoning it on the rock that was your makeshift table and walking from the two.

you knew shauna was near the lake, she'd been put on water duty today (much to her annoyance), and you needed rescue from the others.

shauna came into view when you reached the lake, her muscles shifting under her shirt as she lifted a metal bucket. she seemed to have heard your footsteps, because her head snapped around, ready to yell. she loosened up once she realized who it was.

her eyebrows pinched in a way that might look threatening to others, but to you, you could tell she was trying to read your emotions before you could speak.

"what's wrong?" the words came quick, and the bucket dropped fast from her hands onto the ground. she made it to you in long strides, hands settling on your waist as soon as she was in reach.

"nothing, i just needed a break." the lie fell flat on shauna's ears, and she could tell you were lying when the hand that wasn't on her arm went up to fiddle with the gold heart pendant on your chest. it was a nervous habit of yours, ever since jackie gave it to you to "keep you safe" on the first night after the crash.

"did someone say something?" your silence was response enough. she didn't push more, you would talk when you wanted. pressing you got nowhere, she'd learned that the hard way when a week after jackie died, you refused to talk to her for four days when she asked how you were feeling.

"it's fine. i just needed to see you." you said vulnerably, and her face softened as much as shauna shipman's face could after all she's been through.

"i'm here," she pulled you for a hug, one hand cradling the back of your head and one on your lower back. "they won't bother you anymore."

hi literally nobody asked for this but i have no requests for yellowjackets PLEASEEEE send some for shauna, jackie, lottie, natalie, and mari please

[miaelizaaaaa]

as a fandom we need to talk more about tai. she is so underrated like bro. (she’s also so fine 🥹)

[friedobservationdeer]

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: your insane, psychotic best friend Wanda wants you all to herself after you go on a date with another girl. smut ensues ♡

content warnings: oh god where to start. get some holy water and read this in private ya’ll. jealousy, possessiveness, stalking, obsession, marking, choking, murder, knife play, blood kink, mask kink if you squint, restraints, sadism, masochism, pain kink, cunnilingus, foreign object kink, throat fucking with a knife, scissoring, degradation, wanda is INSANE you guys

word count: 5.2k+

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The chill of the night wraps around you, and you bite your lips to hide a smile as you fumble with your apartment key. With the help of a dim street light, you manage to find it, slipping it into the doorknob with trembling fingers as a sharp gust of wind makes it through your coat and settles deep in your bones. Still, it's not enough to dull the warmth of the successful date you’d been on all evening.

You’d had a lovely night, the two of you walking around a pumpkin patch as you talked for hours. By the end of it, you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until your feet had started throbbing from walking around mindlessly. The slowly reddening skin of your cheek still tingles from where she’d kissed you, and you catch yourself smiling as you remember how shy she’d gotten right afterward. With the promise of a second date, you’d left after checking your phone to see several missed messages and calls from your best friend. 

Worried that something was wrong, you’d left a bit earlier than you wanted, turning down your date’s offer to return to her apartment and watch a movie in favor of checking up on your best friend. 

Your hand slips as you get lost in thought, turning the doorknob, and you frown slightly. You hadn’t turned your key yet, which meant that your front door was unlocked. Shrugging it off, and still riding the high of your successful date, you look around to ensure that nobody is behind you before slipping inside the dark entryway of your apartment. 

Numb fingers scramble for the light switch, and you blink in confusion when the hallway remains dark after you flip the switch a few times. Sighing, you bend down, undoing the laces of your boots and making a mental note to pay your electricity bill in the morning. 

Maybe you should schedule a doctor's appointment as well, seeing as you’d now forgotten to pay your bill (which never happened, you always remembered), and you’d somehow left your apartment unlocked the whole evening. 

Your footsteps are soft as you make your way towards your bedroom, your eyes locked on your phone as you pull up your texts. As much as you loved your best friend, Wanda could be a little possessive at times. The evidence of this was clear as you scrolled up a few times to reach her first message, which coincidentally started as soon as your date had begun. 

Rubbing slightly at your bleary eyes, you attempt to read the messages as you start thinking of ways to make it up to her. She really hated being ignored. Moving to stand in front of your window, you scroll and scroll, trying to comprehend each text. 

It seemed as though Wanda had lost patience, each text more frustrated and desperate than the last. Scrolling to the end, skimming the texts that documented her slow descent into a possessive rage, your eyebrows rose at the final message that had pinged through. 

‘Mark my words, you’ll never see her again.’

You scoff, having done this dance with her multiple times before. You’d go on a date, and she’d get jealous that your attention was focused elsewhere, even if only for a few hours. Then, you’d dedicate the entire next day to her, doing whatever activity she wanted until she was no longer upset with you. 

This time felt different, and as you look at the timestamp on the last message, you realize why. She’d sent that last message around forty-five minutes ago, which was when your date ended. You’d stopped by the store to buy her favorite drink, as part of your apology that you’d planned out, but your date had only been a ten-minute drive from your apartment. 

Wanda had never gone this long without texting you during one of your dates, and you bring up her contact before pressing the phone icon under her contact photo. Holding your phone close to your face, you put it on speaker while crossing your arms, peering out into the street as you search for her familiar red car. You don’t see it, and you frown down at your screen when your call goes straight to voicemail. 

Something was wrong. 

You feel something shift, the air around you moving slightly as you raise your head. Looking at your reflection through the glass of your window, you barely have enough time to register a figure in a ghostface mask behind you before strong arms wrap around you. 

The phone clutched in your hand drops to the floor as you struggle briefly, the scent of blood filling your nostrils as you’re dragged towards the bed. A cold sensation presses itself against your neck, and you freeze in fear at the sight of a knife in the reflection of the window. 

The sound of heavy breathing reaches your ear, and you can hear the stranger’s breath shake slightly as they pin you to the bed. You’ve given up fighting, terrified when the knife at your throat pricks your sensitive skin slightly and causes a dribble of blood to travel down the column of your throat and into the hem of your dress shirt. 

Rough hands tighten a pair of handcuffs around your wrists, your hips thoroughly restrained by the figure’s strong thighs as they use some rope to secure the handcuffs to your headboard. You’ve never regretted buying a headboard with bars more than you do at this moment. You can feel your throat closing up in fear, your heartbeat strong and fast, threatening to send you spiraling straight into a panic attack. 

As the ghostface figure sits back up, their gloved hands dragging slowly down your shaking arms, you catch a whiff of a familiar scent. The air becomes charged, vanilla hitting your nostrils as you breathe deeply against the knife pressed to your throat.

“I only know one person who wears vanilla perfume.” You manage to get out, your eyes boring into the eyes of the ghostface mask. The figure tilts its head, and you feel yourself relax marginally at the familiar sight. They press the knife harder against your throat, digging the tip in slightly, and you tense again. 

“Wanda,” You begin, but before you can say anything else, a gloved hand muffles your lips as the knife begins tracing down your collarbone. A thin red line blooms across your soft skin, green eyes taking in the sight eagerly from behind the mask. The sensation is painful but causes pleasure to bloom at the same time, and your cheeks redden with shame as you feel your arousal slowly build. 

“You know,” The voice is slightly muffled behind the mask, but you would know Wanda’s voice anywhere. You’ve practically committed her slight accent and lilt to memory, and you feel your heart speed up slightly at the low tone. “She wasn’t right for you. I could tell.” 

You smile slightly, having heard those same words after every date. But not the last part, you hadn’t heard that before. You speak, your words muffled by her gloved hand as it presses roughly against your lips, “What do you mean, you could tell?”

Moving her hands quickly, the figure lays the knife on your stomach before reaching up to remove the ghostface mask. Brunette hair spills out, falling beautifully around the dark black sweater Wanda is wearing. She tosses the mask somewhere onto your floor, her green eyes piercing yours as she picks up the knife once more, toying with the hem of your shirt. 

“You’re really oblivious, did you know that?” Her eyes are locked on the knife, sliding your shirt up slightly as she pops the bottom button off. It hits a wall somewhere, but you ignore it in favor of studying your best friend's face. 

She’s acting different, her pupils dilated so far that the green in her eyes is practically non-existent. Her chest is heaving, her tongue licking her parted lips quickly as she pops another button, revealing more of your skin. 

More of her canvas. 

Her knife digs in, tracing a thin line from the top of your waistband to your belly button. Your attempt to squirm, the pain coursing through you as her thighs tighten against yours. She’s breathing heavier now, and the next words she speaks come out rushed and disjointed. 

“You didn’t even know,” A low chuckle sounds out, heat blooming at your core as the sound wraps around you. “She was there, and I was there and you didn’t know.”

Your brows furrow, confusion taking over your mind as she pops a couple more buttons. She continues, her knife tracing over your ribs as her eyes roam your face. “She doesn’t know you, doesn’t know what you need. Doesn’t know how to take care of you.”

The fog in your mind dissipates slightly, and you think you finally understand where this is going. “And you do?” 

As soon as the question slips out, the sarcasm evident with every syllable, you regret it. Wanda’s eyes flash, and in one smooth movement, her knife twists under the front of your bra and cuts it, slicing through the rest of your shirt as she pulls back. 

“Of course I do, sweetheart.” Her words are hissed, her hands rough as she removes your shirt. “I’m the only one who does.” 

The knife is abandoned momentarily as Wanda traces her nails over the thin, red lines the cold metal had left behind. Swiping her thumb over the small cut on your neck, she brings it to her lips, groaning slightly as she sucks the blood off of her finger. 

Watching, your lips part at the sight, almost against your will. You try to shake yourself out of it, out of whatever daze Wanda had put you in, but as soon as your head moves her eyes are back on yours. 

“She tried to take you from me, they all did. So I took them away from you.” Her eyes are wide, her fingers frenzied as they dig into your skin, dragging from the underside of your breasts and down your torso. Harsh, raised lines appear, and you pant slightly as your hips raise in an attempt to throw her off. 

“Didn’t you ever question why they never responded to you after the first date?” Her words cause you to stop struggling, your movements halting as the pieces begin to click into place. You remembered all the times you’d cried into Wanda’s shoulder because you couldn't understand what had gone so wrong on the first date, that caused every girl to ghost you the day after. Snapping your eyes to hers, you see her nod as realization dawns on your face.

Wanda chuckles, moving closer until her mouth is close to the cut on your throat. The sound sends heat straight to your core, and your mind is thrown back into a confused haze. “You really are dumb, you need someone else to do the thinking for you, sweetheart.”

Without any more preamble, her lips meet your skin and suck. It's been long, much too long since you’ve felt pleasure like this. You find yourself holding back moans as her lips continue to suck, her tongue dragging along your skin as she marks your neck. Her teeth are rough, digging into your skin slightly as dark bruises bloom in a ring around your throat. 

You're hers. And now everyone will be able to see it. 

A pathetic whimper escapes you, and Wanda smiles against your skin. That’s exactly what she’d been waiting for, and she pulls back briefly to take in your half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. 

You have one last question, and before you can think too hard about the consequences of questioning Wanda, it pushes past your lips. “What do you mean, you took them away?”

The words hang in the air, silence filling the room as a slow smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face. She slowly reaches for her knife, a faraway look in her eyes as she traces the tip of it around your nipple. “I wasn’t going to risk you being taken from me.”

“Wanda.” 

Her eyes meet yours, her gaze hot as she takes in your pleading expression. She sighs, knowing that you won’t let the topic go until you're satisfied with her answer. Digging the tip of the blade into the top of your breast, she watches the blood bead around it while you wince. 

“Don’t interrupt me again.” Her words are hard, and you nod quickly. She rewards you by pulling the blade away and soothing the cut with her tongue. A moan escapes her when the sweet taste of your blood hits her taste buds, and she laps up as much of it as she can before pulling away to answer your unspoken request. 

Her eyes glint, and dread pools in your stomach. 

“I killed them.” She says simply, her tone flat even as her words are slightly breathy. “I couldn’t risk letting them free. Not while I was at risk of losing you. I can never lose you.”

Wanda’s voice is slightly frantic by the end of her sentence, and you can tell that she’s losing control. Her fingers are digging into your skin, the blade of her knife pressing against your ribcage as one of her hands makes its way to your throat. 

Squeezing tightly, she watches your eyes close at the feeling, your throat bobbing roughly beneath her hand. She feels practically drunk on power now that she finally has you, and no longer has to hide her obsession for you. 

It was easy enough to hide cameras and small microphones in your apartment, seeing as she practically lived there with how often she came over. It was more difficult to follow you on your dates, trying to stay inconspicuous even as rage overtook her at the sight of you with another woman. 

The best part, however, was after you said goodbye to your date. She loved the rush of power she received when the first thing you did was respond to her texts. She must have been on your mind during the date if you texted her as soon as it was over, right? 

Wanda couldn’t really feel bad for the women she killed, they were just desperate for you. They wouldn’t have treated you right, they didn’t even know you. Besides, they all wanted to take you from her, and she couldn’t let that happen. 

She would never let that happen. 

The sound of a strangled moan brings Wanda back into the present moment, and her eyes focus on your face as you try to breathe under her hand. Her eyes widen, and she snatches her hand away from your throat as she cups your face while you suck in deep breaths. 

“Are you alright, darling? I didn’t mean it, please forgive me. I would never hurt you, I just got upset at the thought of losing you. You know how much I love you, sweetheart. Please, say something.”

Wanda’s body weight is fully on top of you, her hands cold and smelling of iron as they caress your cheeks. It's gentle, and you can’t comprehend why she went from such a rough action to stroking your face with her fingertips. You want to scream, you want to push her off of you. You’ve never seen her like this, with wide eyes and short puffs of breath hitting your face. Her lips are inches from your own, her eyes frantically searching your face for any sign of pain. 

You want to push her away, but there are tears sliding down her cheeks and landing on yours so instead you tilt your face and press your lips against hers. 

The softness of her lips surprises you, and you find yourself not minding the slight taste of iron as she begins sliding them against yours. She’s a better kisser than anyone else you’ve kissed, and you find yourself leaning into her touch, instead of away from it. 

This is your best friend, she wouldn’t hurt you. She loves you.

Sharp teeth tug at your bottom lip, and you can’t help the tiny moan that escapes you at the feeling. She smiles at the sound, and you vividly remember the time you’d told her that you were a masochist, drunk on cheap wine as the pair of you watched 50 Shades of Grey and laughed at nearly every scene. 

You should’ve known she’d remember. Wanda seemed to remember everything about you, but you also remembered everything about her. Especially the sensitive spot just below her ear that caused her to whine, something you’d discovered during a drunk makeout session in a dirty club.

Arching your back even more and taking advantage of her slip in control when she groans at the feeling of your pelvic against hers, you attach your lips to that sensitive spot. Wanda practically writhes on top of you, a breathy moan leaving her lips as pleasure courses through you when her hands tighten around your breasts. 

Breaking the kiss, Wanda tangles a hand in your hair and wrenches your head back, exposing your bruised neck once more. She nips lightly at the skin, pain blooming whenever her teeth so much as graze the swollen bruises, and you whimper. 

“Wanda, please.”

The sound of your voice sends pleasure racing towards Wanda’s core. Grinding her hips down to relieve some of the aching pressure between her thighs, she pulls back and reaches for her knife. She’s never heard you beg before, and now that she has, she wants more. 

“Please what, darling? Use your words.” Her eyes bore into yours, and you shiver when you see something hungry in them. She slowly drags the knife over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach, creating new, deeper cuts. 

You can’t do much but moan and pant, the sensations quickly becoming overwhelming as pleasure shoots through you with each new cut. Wanda catches onto this, her smile widening until it's all teeth as she feels your hips attempt to roll from under her thighs. 

“I won’t ask again.” Her voice turns cold in an instant, her smile slowly fading as she watches you struggle to form a sentence. The knife stops, right on the inside of your hip. The tip digs in, dragging smoothly along your skin as green eyes focus on it. 

The only thing you can do is watch, your brain is much too fuzzy to form thoughts, much less any words. 

A particularly harsh stroke brings a moment of clarity to you, and when Wanda finally pulls the blade away from your skin, you realize that she’d been leaving deliberate marks. She’d been carving something into your skin. You feel your heart quicken at the proud smile that appears on those sinfully plump lips, and you let out a whimper as her eyes snap to your face. 

“Now you’re truly mine.” The words are whispered, but you hear them. Looking down, you see the letters WM engraved into your hip and look back at dilated green eyes in shock. Judging by the pain you’d felt and the amount of blood seeping out of her initials, the cuts were deep and long-lasting. 

“Wanda…” You don’t know what to say, but as the knife still clutched in her hand starts making its way towards your throat, you say the words she wants to hear. 

“I was always yours,” A wide smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face, and she throws the knife somewhere onto the bed as she cups your cheeks in her hands. 

Green eyes search yours frantically, her breaths uneven and short as she studies your face. Her voice is breathless and demanding, her accent slipping in between each syllable as her fingers dig into your face. “Say it again.” 

“I’m yours, Wanda.” Your eyes are earnest and the fear that had been building starts slowly slipping away as Wanda’s eyebrows raise softly. You can see the crazed look in her eyes fading slightly, and you catch a glimpse of your best friend underneath the possessive version of her. “I always have been, and you’ve always been mine.”

You’re surprised to find that you actually mean those words. 

“Now please,” You begin, your voice slipping into a whine as you become acutely aware of her pelvis grinding against your center. “Fuck me, Wanda.”

Hands make their way from your flushed cheeks and down to your chest, fingers roughly tracing the raised, red lines across your skin. You’re far too gone to feel any shame about the pleasure coursing through you at the pain, your hips rolling against Wanda’s desperately as she bends down to kiss you again.

Her lips are rough against yours, her teeth biting and pulling at your swollen lips as you try and keep up. She dominates the kiss quickly, her fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as she slides her tongue against yours, a slightly iron taste hitting your tongue as she does so. 

You arch into her, no longer afraid of her touch. This is your best friend, and you know she’ll take good care of you, she always has. And now, she always will.

Wanda’s lips leave your own, and you suck in deep breaths, feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen as she sits up fully and begins removing your pants. She’s impatient, practically ripping the fabric as she pulls them down your legs. Her eyes catch a glimpse of the growing wet spot on your underwear, and she rips them off in one smooth motion. 

Before the fabric has even hit the floor, her tongue is hot and needy against your aching core. She didn’t even hesitate to put her hair up, instead flipping it casually over one shoulder as she moaned at the taste of you. She’d been dreaming about this moment for what felt like forever, and you’ve surpassed every expectation she had. Your hips jerk, the stimulation sending your senses into overdrive, and Wanda simply chuckles against you as she holds your thighs down. 

You can feel yourself dripping against Wanda’s face as she builds you up, your orgasm creeping closer with each deliberate swipe of her tongue. She eats you out like she’s been waiting for years, which you suppose she actually has. Her tongue swirls around your clit, and you risk a glance down, wrists straining against your restraints as you do.

Wanda’s pupils are so blown that you can’t see any green left in her eyes, and they’re glinting up at you as she smiles slowly. She winks, and you nearly faint from the sight before she takes your clit between her lips and sucks harshly. 

Loud moans reverberate around your bedroom as you throw your head back against the pillow. Your muscles strain beneath her fingers, your hips rutting pathetically against her face as you feel your orgasm closing in. You try to signal that you’re close, that she should stop, the sensations threatening to overwhelm you as the pleasure at your core builds painfully. 

Wanda’s tongue swirls around your clit once, her teeth scrape it as she sucks, and she moans against your dripping center. That’s all it takes, and within a second you’re coming, your clit pulsating wildly against her tongue as your pussy clenches around nothing, your cum staining her chin as she licks you through the aftershocks. 

“Fuck, Wanda. I…” You try to speak, your arms still thrashing slightly against the cuffs attached to your headboard. Her lips move over your still-overly sensitive clit, her tongue teasing the tip of it as it protrudes from its hood. “More, please. I want to feel you.”

Wanda detaches her lips, wiping your arousal off her chin with the back of her hand. You feel your clit throb at the sight, and you bite your lip as her eyes dart towards them. “Such a desperate slut, begging right after I’ve given you an orgasm?” 

You open your mouth, whether to protest or beg again, you don’t know. Wanda doesn’t give you the chance, pressing her fingers into your mouth until they hit the back of your throat. Your wide eyes look up at her as they water slightly, your lips closing around her fingers as you begin to suck. 

“Because I’m feeling generous tonight,” Wanda begins, reaching for her knife. Your eyes widen slightly at the blade in her hand, and she feels a wave of arousal make its way to her core at the sight. “I’ll fuck you harder, but I’m the one who gets to choose how I do that, not you. Understand?”

Nodding quickly, your eyes dart between the knife and her face as she watches your reaction intently. Her head tilts, tracing the blade gently across your skin until the cold metal reaches your overheated mound, and you bite back a whimper. 

The tip of the blade circles around your clit and you freeze as Wanda carefully maneuvers the sharp metal around your slick center until your muscles tremble from the effort of keeping still. Flipping the knife until the blade rests in her hand, she teases the entrance of your dripping pussy with the handle. 

She winks, “Don’t worry, I cleaned it for you, sweetheart.”

You whimper, biting back a moan as she eases the knife into you. Fighting the urge to fuck yourself against the handle, you bite your lip harshly, tasting blood as she slowly pumps in and out of you. 

Wanda is focused on the knife, watching as she thrusts it deep inside your leaking pussy and admiring the juices that coat it when she slowly pulls it out. She finds a rhythm, one that has your thighs quivering and muffled moans spilling from between your lips as the sloshing sounds of your pussy fill the room. 

Looking up, Wanda’s eyes lock on your bottom lip. It’s trapped between your teeth, beads of crimson blood forming as you pant and moan. Your eyes are closed, and Wanda realizes that you’re too lost in the pleasure to realize that you’re hurting yourself. 

She can’t have that, the only person allowed to hurt you is Wanda. 

“Open your mouth, darling.” Her words are soft, even as she harshly removes the knife from you, leaving you aching and wanting more. You comply, seeing the warning in her eyes as she teases your lips with the arousal-stained handle. 

Wanda’s lips part as her breaths become shallow at the sight of you sucking your own juices off her knife. Just when she thinks you couldn’t possibly make her like you more, you go and do something like this. She can’t take it anymore, and her own pussy is throbbing, begging her to release the aching pressure she’s had since the moment she stabbed that girl for the first time tonight. 

“Good girl.” You smile around the handle at the words, and Wanda smirks. She should have known that you had a praise kink, especially with the way you blush whenever she compliments you. 

“You like that?” She asks, moving the handle deeper into your eager mouth and pressing down on your tongue. “You like being called my good girl? What about this,” She pretends to think, moving the handle until you’re gagging around it. 

“You’re my desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Wanda knows she’s found another one of your kinks when she feels your hips roll against her and watches the blush on your face deepen. “It’s pathetic how wet you are right now, and I haven’t even properly fucked you yet.”

You whine, breathing through your nose as she fucks your throat with your arousal-covered knife. Wanda continues, the crazed look appearing once more in her eyes. “Is this all for me? Or do you get wet every time some insignificant pretty girl touches you? I bet you do, so desperate for attention that you’ll beg anyone to fuck you. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, honey. Now I’m here, and I’ll treat you right.”

Wanda pauses, removing the knife from your mouth and setting it on the dresser beside the bed, before she stands and removes her own clothing, talking the whole time. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even think about anyone else. Your pussy is mine, your pleasure is mine, your pain is mine, you’re mine.”

She pauses, completely nude as she moves to kneel over you. She feels her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs, and your eyes widen at the glistening heat between her legs. “All mine.” 

Green eyes so dark they’re black voids of obsession roam your body, tracing paths of fire over your skin as they admire the angry cuts left behind by her sharp blade. It’s not enough, and Wanda knows that it will never be enough. She’ll always want more of you, and you’ll happily give it to her. Because you love her, and no one else. 

“I do,” You say, your eyes bright as they lock with green ones. “I do love you, Wanda. I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Wanda realized that she must have said the last part of her obsessive thoughts out loud, but couldn’t help the sigh of relief at the confirmation of your feelings. She gets on the bed, positioning herself over you until her core is pressed against your own. Her eyes meet yours, and they lock intently on you as she begins moving her hips. 

The friction is almost too much, pleasure building quickly as you feel Wanda’s clit bump your own. You admire her long dark hair, taking note of the slightly smudged eyeliner under her intense eyes and the dark lipstick coating her lips as small gasps tumble out of them. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.

“Say it,” Wanda demands, her voice breathy. She moans, grinding herself harder against you as her orgasm races towards the surface. Her hands move, one gripping your breast tightly as the other moves to wrap around your throat. 

You try to hold your own orgasm back, wanting to please Wanda. Your words are strained, your tone desperate as you beg, “Say, what? Tell me and I’ll say it. Please?”

Wanda could cum just from those words, but she doesn’t. As much as she loves how obedient you’re being, she needs one more thing. “You're mine.” She manages to get out, her orgasm about three seconds away. 

Realization dawns in your eyes, and you smile up at her. It's all teeth and blood from the cut on your lip, and Wanda’s orgasm crashes over her at the sight. Your words are strong, soothing, and low as your own orgasm washes over you. “I’m yours, all yours.”

You feel a tendril of possessiveness worm its way through you at the sight of Wanda coming undone on top of you. It wraps around your heart and squeezes, and you think you understand how she’s been feeling this whole time. You never want to let her go, to let her be loved by anyone other than you. 

Wanda leans down, her breath hot against your lips as she kisses you. You kiss back with the same ferocity, biting down on her lips and claiming her as your own. She moans, her hips stuttering against you, and you smile. 

“Only yours.”

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[garciasfemme]

this but im the blunt

[mrsmckay]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSXUgwjPL/ when i watched this, i thought about how reader require a cuddles and kisses before sleep but then something made the reader to sulk and the reader is sulking with mckay all day. Which lead to mckay sulk too then before they go to sleep, reader misses her so much and tease her like this vidd!

Gimme your thoughts abt thisss!

i love your mind… everything leads back to cassie mckay 😫 this blurb was way longer than intended lol but enjoy જ⁀➴

one day you got mad at cassie because she forgot your lunch. that morning before you left for work, cassie had told you that she’ll grab your lunch for you. you assumed that she did, but come to find out, she didn’t. the thing that really upset you is that she grabbed her own but not yours.

that afternoon when cassie realized her screw up (it was after you couldn’t find your lunch in the break room fridge and had to ask your girlfriend where it was), she apologized profusely and offered you her lunch. the problem? cassie packed a pastrami sandwich with a pickle and mustard sauce that you HATE. irritated, you declined and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. cassie could tell you were mad though, she knew you were LIVID even if you were acting like you weren’t.

for the rest of the shift, you have cassie the cold shoulder. you were petty—maybe too petty—but with nothing but coffee and a granola bar in your system, the lack of food only furthered your annoyed state. you acted strictly professional with cassie, even resorting to calling her mckay. during a trauma, you were short with cassie. if you asked for something and she didn’t help with it right away, you snippily called her out, even if she was otherwise occupied for a good reason.

“mckay, hand me that scalpel.”

“just a second,” cassie murmured, her mouth slightly open as she concentrated on finishing securing a chest tube for the patient on the table.

you let out a badly concealed annoyed huff. perlah was at your side just a second later, handing you the tool you needed. you grumbled out a “thanks” and gave cassie a glare before focusing on the patient again.

the rest of the shift dragged on like that. when it was time to leave, the car ride was fairly silent. music played—your music even though cassie was driving—but the loudest thing in the air around you two was the tension brewing and anger on your end. your exchanges were short and only as long as necessary, at least when you would talk to cassie. once home, you scarfed down your lunch that was sitting on the kitchen counter (not even the fridge). then you got ready for bed after cassie did, not wanting to share the bathroom with her.

while showering, you thought about how much you missed cassie’s touches and kisses. now having a substantial amount of food in you, your grudge started to lessen, but you were still by no means over it. how in the world did cassie not grab your lunch, but she grabbed her own? she left yours sitting on the kitchen counter. and if cassie didn’t tell you that she took care of it, you would’ve done it yourself and had a lunch.

as you continued your nightly routine, you were torn between forgiving cassie or keeping her in girlfriend jail for a little longer. she apologized several times at work and offered you her lunch, but you felt like she really didn’t try to earn your forgiveness. you could tell she was upset over you giving her the cold shoulder though. trinity even came up to you halfway through the day and asked, “what’s up with your depressed girlfriend? she’s like a kicked puppy.” you liked the fact that cassie was sulking too, but it didn’t change that she forgot your only food for a 12 hour shift and that her apologies were rather bland. she said sorry a couple times, and then it was like she gave up after barely trying.

after you were ready for bed, you went to your shared bedroom. cassie was sitting against the headboard in nothing but a big t-shirt and boxers, her eyes glued to her phone, likely doing her nightly doom scroll. instead of walking over to your side of the bed, you marched over to hers. you hovered for a moment, cassie glancing up at you briefly before you climbed onto the bed. you crawled over cassie, your ass intentionally in her face as you moved over her. you could hear cassie suck in a sharp breath and bit your cheek to stop from smiling. once settled on your side of the bed, you took your shirt off and threw it somewhere on the ground. it wasn’t rare for you to sleep naked or partially undressed, especially in this summer heat. with her phone still in her hand, cassie turned her head to look at you. you refused to look back, but out of the corner of your eyes you could tell her jaw was tense, her expression tight as her frustration grew and her restraint started to break.

“ba-by,” cassie said tunefully.

“hm?” you replied, not looking at her.

“i’m sorry,” she apologized sweetly, a small grimace smile on her face.

“okay.”

“i know you’re done being mad at me.”

“sure,” you hum.

cassie sucks in a frustrated breath, trying to keep her patience, your prickly demeanor really getting on her nerves.

“i said i’m sorry.”

“yup,” you replied, popping the p.

“baby, i know you’re done with this,” cassie said, jestering between the two of you.

“whatever you say.”

“so you’re telling me you didn’t just climb over me, putting your ass in my face, and then strip to make me touch you?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you told cassie, playing innocent. “and you haven’t touched me so.”

“do you want me to?”

you took a deep breath, trying to uphold your angry front. “i don’t like you right now,” you informed cassie, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing up your breasts in the process.

cassie stared at you for a few moments before looking away with a defeated breath. “goddamnit,” she muttered.

“goddamit what?” you exclaimed, assuming cassie was mad or making fun of you somehow. “you’re—”

a yelp escaped you, cutting off your about to be rant. cassie’s body is on yours, one of her arms wrapping around your waist, pushing your body to her front as she leans over you. she peppers kisses all over your neck and face, any place she can reach.

“i’m sorry,” she murmured against your sensitive skin as you squirmed.

you fought back giggles, still trying to pretend to still be mad. you knew you were long gone though, unable to resist your cute girlfriend any longer.

“let me make it up to you,” cassie told you as she brought a leg up over your body, trapping you more than you already were.

“goddamnit,” you cursed under your breath, finally giving in. “you’re on thin ice,” you taunted, letting your body melt into cassie’s as she affectionately attacks you.

she gently pushed you into your back and climbed over you again. cassie then slotted a knee between your legs, pushing them apart. she dove down, capturing your lips in a kiss. when she pulled back, she looked at your face, simply admiring you, her eyes ended up staring deep into yours. without realizing it, your hands instinctively found her shoulders, needing contact with her.

“i’m sorry, baby,” cassie reiterated. “i’m going to fucking worship you,” she declared as she leaned down to kiss your neck, knowing what spots make you shiver.

“good answer.”