nana

i write (rarely) for fun :p

[girll0v3s1ck]

18+ mdni

imagine adult!toph being pussy drunk on you

adult!toph who could spend hours between your legs as you tremble beneath her, savoring every moan and whimper that came out of your mouth.

adult!toph who makes you cum over and over again from her tongue alone like she's on a mission (a mission to please you ofc). every single orgasm results in her just diving right back in for another round.

adult!toph who tightens her grip on your thighs if you try to pull away. if you keep on persisting and squirming, she will bend metal restraints on your hand and around your waist to keep you pinned.

adult!toph who is such a tease and will edge you multiple times just because she likes hearing the way your heart races as you beg her to make you cum.

adult!toph who is so cocky during aftercare. she will brag about her skills and how she made you cum so many times while you stare at her in deadpan just trying to catch your breath. all this while wiping you down carefully and cuddles.

adult!toph who is also a secret softie because while she's bragging, she is wiping you down carefully before ending it all with cuddles (she's taking this secret to her grave).

was it obvious this is my first time writing nsfw even though i've read so many

[somewillwin]

THEMMMM

[phmzuzu]

Good morning to my wife, the sexiest earthbender in the world

[wanna-bee]

[lorre-verie]

𝗗𝗔𝗬 7: 𝗩𝗔𝗠𝗣!𝗖𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗬𝗡 𝘅 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗢𝗟𝗙!𝗩𝗜 𝘅 𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

assorted headcanons, with a lil bit of my own worldbuilding bc i love this dynamic

a/n: i actively reject human!reader (i actually don't, i love them lol) with vamp cait and wolf vi because WDYM they can be anything and we’re stuck as boring old humans??? no way hosé, we want to be magical and whimsical and special too.

cw: poly relationship, mentions and descriptions of blood, dumbass worldbuilding, teehee nothing else probably

october event masterlist | arcane masterlist

Caitlyn enjoys feeding on you both when she can. She spaces her feeding times for you both far apart, so one week it’d be you, then the next would be Vi. Above all she prioritises health; she doesn't need either of you becoming anaemic for her sake. She feeds every 2-3 days, so it’s often she has to find some poor (or lucky) soul to drink from.

She drinks from you both slowly and deliberately. Each time is a game to her. She’s the type to trace her fangs along the column of your neck just to feel your pulse quicken and your breath catch, your hands steadying yourself on her arms.

She’s old, and she’s tasted many a creature before. Despite this, she holds you and Vi’s blood in a different regard.

The properties of your siren blood act almost like an energy drink to her, with the taste being sweet like nectar with a tinge of metal, almost euphoric when it hits her tongue. She finds herself pressing her tongue against the wound for longer to savour the taste—and to collect any drops that might leak out. 

For Vi, she finds the blood makes her feel warm on the inside, as if she were a living being again. Additionally, where your pulse is slower than the average human, Vi’s is faster. So much so that Caitlyn has to be soft, gentle when she bites into Vi’s neck—the latter gets a bit too excited. She’s described Vi’s blood as tasting just as sweet as yours, if not sweeter, because of the amount of adrenaline in it.

Werewolf!Vi is the warmest all over. Her blood runs hot, and she’s always the one to nose into you or Cait’s shoulders on quiet nights. She’s like you guys' personal heater. Much to Caitlyn’s delight. 

Vampire!Caitlyn is obviously the coldest. Just one brush against your skin and you find yourself shivering. 

You, on the other hand, are the perfect balance between the two. On a normal day your skin is cool to the touch, patches of soft scales shimmering slightly in the light. Just one caveat: your skin is very sensitive and susceptible to temperature changes. 

Cuddling with Vi practically transfers your heat to hers, and it’s in these moments Caitlyn comes in between you to demand you share your warmth. And if you’ve been cuddling with Caitlyn? Vi prefers to steer clear. She can handle one freezing cold partner, not two! 

Caitlyn’s had centuries of control. Which is why she knew it was love when she found herself snapping whenever other vampires lurked around you or Vi. She can feel the jealousy humming in her age-old chest, and it’s clear in how her red eyes seem to darken.

She once called you her “guilty pleasure”. You wondered why, until another vampire friend let you know that siren blood is intoxicating to vampires.

So that’s why Caitlyn gets more affectionate after she drinks your blood.

Werewolf!Vi sometimes likes to call you “songbird” because of your gifts. Your voice is powerful enough to quell her painful transformations on a full moon, or altogether contain her shifts when she loses her temper. 

Over the years she’s grown attuned to the sound of your voice. Even the slightest hum can get her to raise her head from whatever she’s doing, head whipping to the direction of where you are. Even in different rooms. Her wolf ears perk up immediately, furry tail shifting from side to side in her attempt to keep appearances.

Sometimes when she’s anxious or restless, she’ll rest her head in your lap as you run your fingers through the tufts of her hair, her arms wrapped underneath your knees as if she needs to cling to you to feel better. 

Werewolves are territorial about their partners and Vi is no different. She WILL get all up in you and Cait’s space to make sure her scent stays, and she’ll glare if she sees a wolf that doesn’t know their place. 

Yet she’s so soft for the two of you at the same time. She’s incredibly clingy too. She’ll follow you or Cait around your errands (if you allow her to), a constant partner in life. With you, she’ll make sure you’re properly hydrated 24/7 and that your skin is never dry. With Cait, she’ll make sure she’s properly covered by the Sun and that nobody crowds her in public. 

Why the second part, you ask? Because Caitlyn Kiramman, a vampire living for centuries, isn’t going to be some regular nobody. She’s the CEO of her own company, and has been for over 6 decades. Why does nobody question how? Because in this universe, “monsters” and humans co-exist.

Anyways, your voice is imbued with the power to get others to do whatever you bid. You’d never use it on them without their consent, of course. Or anyone without the proper excuse. The GSC (Global Siren Council) passed a decree about a thousand years ago that if you’re going to siren someone, you need written permission or the reason of self-defense. 

Caitlyn and Vi have given you written permission to siren them, if the need ever arises.

Heavens forbid you get a cut. Caitlyn’s learned to control herself whenever Vi inevitably gets an injury, but siren blood is immensely different. The smell is engineered over years of evolution to attract predators, Caitlyn is no better. 

Only you and Vi get things similar to periods. You don’t literally have one, but it’s essentially a condition that you’re affected by the phases of the moon and the tides similar to the different phases of a period—a new moon means you’re likely to be more tired as the tide pulls out, your voice softer than usual. A full moon indicates a period of satisfaction and happiness, or when you’re most stable. 

Sometimes, this just means Caitlyn will have to stand there awkwardly while her partners are in a mood. 

And yes, a trio like this is strange in monster society. Not as if it's weird or taboo, but it’s just rare to see such pairings. But fact is? None of you care, really.

october event masterlist | arcane masterlist

creds! dividers by -> tsunami-of-tears and animatedglittergraphics-n-more

now THIS is a true october event post. no way we’re so close to halloween and i wouldn’t do this lol. i have SOOO many ideas for this so if you guys have any requests or q's drop them in my inbox! and thanks for the recent love!

much love, lorre.

[stungjinx]

Knight!Jinx and Princess!reader.....

I'd imagine she'd be so obsessed, like she would be shoving other knights out the way at the chance of holding your hand, guiding you down the steps into the throne room. Just to get your divine attention, anything.

✷ sypnosis: knight!jinx and princess!reader headcannons!

cw. medieval royalty au. knight!jinx. princess!reader. forbidden love. childhood friends to lovers. yearning. angst. jealous!jinx. vague teasing. knight!sevika mentions. fluff and smut. mentions of tribbing and cunnilingus.

. nsfw content! men dni. 1.5k wc.

⋆ knight!jinx who has had a thing for you since you were both children. granted, your royal parents weren’t exactly ecstatic over you bonding with a girl of lower class with no ties to aristocracy, so you and your insistent blue-haired friend had to compromise. she found a rather pretty and peaceful spot beneath a large willow tree by a lake so that the two of you could spent time together, free from the nagging of those who constantly doted on you within castle walls.

⋆ princess!reader who secretly replicated jinx’s (previously, powder’s) feelings, but you couldn’t be so forthright with your affections as she could be. you didn’t have the freedom that she had, but felt ungrateful whenever you expressed that. you had everything, and your friend wasn’t so well off, but you were still envious of the liberty that she possessed. though, jinx always had a way of making you feel as if you did. she had a natural freedom about her that made you want to trust every soothing word that she offered you about your supposed predicament when it came to your emotions.

⋆ knight!jinx who after continuously observing your inner turmoil about your fondness for her, decided that it had to be herself who would bring you out of your shell. it wasn’t too difficult to get herself on the path to knighthood, as she was already somewhat experienced in battle, or at-least fighting with random commoners on the streets. she wasn’t royalty, and didn’t know of any other ways to be close to you that fitted her like knighthood did. after you had consistently put in subtle words to benefit her to your parents and other esteemed lords, ladies and knights, jinx was trained in basic court etiquette for a little while, which she begrudgingly trudged through until she became a squire to a courtly knight named sevika.

⋆ princess!reader who found a charming sort of entertainment in watching jinx squire for dame sevika, and your feelings for jinx began to grow while observing jinx’s determination to be close to you, even though she detests court life. you looked forward to when jinx would sneak up to your chambers during the night, she seemingly never ran out of the words to describe how much she wishes she could hold you during daylight—compared to her usual mischievous and daring nature, jinx was a romantic, even if she grew bashful when you mentioned it. you can tell that she sometimes grows upset by the secretive nature of your developing bond, as do you, but there simply isn’t a way around it. if you were to inform your parents on your longing for jinx, they would force you to marry as soon as possible. even if it is painful, it is truly better this way, for the both of you.

⋆ knight!jinx who delighted in irritating sevika, it was clear that she easily got on the older women’s nerves, and continued in her endeavours once she spotted you attempting not to laugh while you sat beside your mother and father in the throne room; anything to gain your affections, even while around others. although, amidst the jokes and silly behaviour, jinx kept her sights set firmly on her goal, and at the end of the day, she did make a good enough squire for dame sevika, and was eventually knighted.

⋆ princess!reader who knighted jinx personally before the court. it felt so intimate that you momentarily shared jinx’s careless sentiments, and the lords and ladies spectating the exchange no longer mattered to you. while you held the sword in your palm, delicately placing the steel against jinx’s armoured shoulder, before repeating the action on her other, the blue-haired girl beneath you could not look anywhere else apart from your eyes. her gaze sprouted a girlish shyness within you, but you held strong and didn’t look away, wanting to share this moment with her in all of its glory. your voice was smooth and sure when you officially proclaimed her as a knight, and during the evening feast of celebration, jinx was offered numerous congratulations from members of the court, as-well as dame sevika, who seemed rather proud of her previous squire.

⋆ knight!jinx who couldn’t wait for the feast to be over, even if it was held in her honour. she had no interest in gaining the favour of the lords and ladies of the court, she only needed yours. that’s why she impatiently waited until the halls were cleared of guests and you were safe and sound in your bedchambers before she invited herself in, admiring you quietly as you took down your hair, brushing through the strands delicately before noticing jinx standing by the door. “congratulations on your knighthood,” you spoke softly, standing from your vanity and making your way over to her. when you brushed her blue bangs from her face to see her pretty features better, jinx’s heart warmed at your close proximity and affection, and all of the building emotions from the years spent in your presence finally boiled over.

⋆ princess!reader who invited jinx into her bed without any objections. jinx was right where she intended to be after her time of knighthood training; beside you. you leisurely stripped her of her armour as she gently undressed you of your pretty nightgown, and suddenly, the space of your chambers seemed warmer with every piece of armour that you undid. your cheeks were flushed, overwhelmed by the forbidden nature of your togetherness while jinx had a dazed look in her eyes as she stared at you, as if attempting to restrain herself from pouncing on you. that night as you lay together, confined in the confidentiality of your bedchamber, jinx had you on your back for a while as she positioned herself comfortably between your legs, needily lapping up your slickness with hums and sighs of gratification as if she’s tasting something straight from the heavens, and to her, that’s exactly what you are. in tribute to her new status, you flipped her on her back beneath you, trailing kisses down her body, stopping every now and again to leave small love marks across her smooth skin before returning her favour. after that, you spent most of the night situated between each others legs, your wetness connected while you moved your hips together in a pleasing rhythm, getting off on the feeling of each other after so long.

⋆ knight!jinx who only grew more jealous and protective after she was anointed her knighthood, revelling in your closeness now that she was able to freely enjoy your presence in public. the difference in your status is still not exactly ideal, but much better than before. jinx can protect and entertain you during the day, and when night comes, you always welcome her into your chambers to charm each other in much more intimate ways after long and tiring days of pathetic attempts at nonchalance while jinx stood slightly closer to her princess than accepted. jinx tended to grow rather agitated when another knight was set on escorting you around castle grounds, and she found several petty ways to solve this, such as: throwing parts of their armour down into the gardens, muttering made-up rumours about said knights around some particularly gossipy servants, priding herself in her cunningness when they make their way back to high-esteemed aristocrats, leading to the knights suspension, which lands you right back into jinx’s loving arms.

⋆ princess!reader who is fully aware of jinx’s jealousy, and finds it relatively flattering. you’re not interested in courtly matches, and certainly not in any of the mediocre knights that you are presented with, but you’re not exactly opposed to being under the temporary supervision of another knight if it spurs overly protective emotions within jinx. she thinks that you are unaware to her schemes, but you always make sure to spare her a few glances whenever you converse with another knight, noting the way she stares as if she’s attempting to will them from the earth by her glare alone. and of course, as soon as you are seen with a knight that isn’t her, suddenly, the knights belongings are going missing or turning up damaged, or they promptly get into a scandal which forces them away from your proximity, pushing jinx back into your orbit, just as nature intended, according to her. she truly could make an effort to be more subtle, but you’re sure that she simply does not care, and only does what she can in the minimal time that she has to make sure that she remains your number one.

⋆ knight!jinx who leaps at any chance that she can get to touch you. she eagerly grabs onto your hand whenever you walk up and down the castle stairs, step down from a chair or carriage, when your dress covers your shoes and she grows worried that you are going to trip… when you spend your routinely time together during the night, she never takes her hands off you. she believes that since her knighthood has allowed her to be closer to you, that she now has free reign over you whenever she pleases, which wouldn’t fly with other royals, but she soon comes to realise that you prefer to encourage her somewhat possessive behaviour rather than shun it.

. a.n. first of all that artwork is beautiful?????? the hex gem detail on the sword?? im in love look at how pretty she is omg. second of all thank u so much for this suggestion ily for this i hope u like it pookie xo

. permanent taglist! (ask if u wanna be added): @ilovejinx1010 @puppymei-anon

[stungjinx]

troublemaker jinx x popular reader

cw. popular!reader. troublemaker!jinx. stoner!jinx mentions. opposites attract. fem!reader. men dni!

⋆ popular!reader who is popular due to your likability and kindness amongst other students, a stark contrast to jinx finding her friend group from the chaos that they constantly decide to cause; the bluenette in particular, who is seemingly the instigator for all of these events.

⋆ troublemaker!jinx who made it her mission to get on your nerves as much as possible during school hours. ever since sophomore year when she first noticed you grow irritated by her talking and laughing while sitting in the back of the class, she found entertainment in your inconvenience.

⋆ popular!reader who no matter how hard you try, always run into jinx on school grounds. even when you actively attempt to dodge her and go in the complete opposite direction, she’s somehow just always there. almost as if it’s purposeful on her end, but that would be way too petty, even for her. you think…

⋆ troublemaker!jinx who was absolutely delighted when you walked in on her smoking in the bathrooms during classes, laughing softly when you coughed dramatically at the smoke. amusement bloomed in her chest as she watched your expression shift to one of pure exasperation when you observed her put out her joint on the counter beside the sink.

⋆ popular!reader who enjoys partying, but doesn’t go to every one, choosing to focus on your studies instead, but every now and then, your friends manage to convince you to attend. of course, like everywhere else, jinx is present. you roll your eyes as soon as you notice her, grinning like a cheshire cat when she spots you, probably racking all of the ideas in her mind on how to get on your last nerve tonight.

⋆ troublemaker!jinx who got a little too caught up in seeking excitement from your reactions to her behaviour, that it led her down a more vulgar path. she had entertained the crude thoughts before, and often awoke from dreams where you were sensually present, but there must’ve been something in the air at that party to make her finally act on it; like the enchanting smell of your expensive perfume…

⋆ popular!reader who kept up your usual annoyance with jinx simply by default when she approached you by the pool table where you stood with your friends, drink in her hand which you wrongfully assumed had caused the dazed look in her eyes.

⋆ troublemaker!jinx who managed to convince you to go upstairs with her after quite a struggle as you continued to repeat that you weren’t falling for another one of her dumb pranks, but after jinx had pushed you into a bedroom to abruptly kiss you with a satisfied hum before she made work of eagerly stripping you of your pretty dress, the deep relief of the feel of you against her swiftly made her realise that she wasn’t yearning for your irritation all this time, just your attention.

. permanent taglist!: @ilovejinx1010 @puppymei-anon @evereenashaven @alduinworldeater11 @reiaeri @bluefootedbooby @prettyyyy-girl @sevikasswifee @sugarottedteeth @esop3 @lobotomymutt @baeholic @autistic4jinx @uniquewombatexpert @a-star-bear

[anahera-a]

[lasciviousbae]

𐔌 YOU BROKE A PROMISE, BETTER BE CAUTIOUS . ! ୧

ex-girlfriend! ellie x fem!reader !

CONTENT: masturbating, vandalism, injury, violence, stealing clothes, strap, angsty, pussy pronouns, dirty talk, slight praise kink, hickeys

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE who somehow manages to find herself in situations where she's coincidentally at the right place at the right time. you got a flat? she happens to be taking the same highway, "wait a sec, babe," the nickname rolls out like second nature and before you know it you're kissing her on the cheek as a thank you... (you just wanted to feel close again, and she definitely doesn't mind)

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE who just so happens to key the car of your snake friend who tries to flirt with ellie after you break up with her

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE who doesn't tolerate her friends shit-talking you. she's already beaten up three of them who tried. one of them have a broken nose, the other two have matching arm braces.

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE sketches you all the time in her notebook during class, she can't stop staring and daydreaming as if she's falling in love for the first time all over again. sometimes— she even scribbles song lyrics, off the top of her head, randomly in the margins of her notebook. her classmates look at her weird when borrowing her notes, one of the braver individuals dared question— "dude, you still got feelings for her?"

ellie stares long and hard as if she can curse him out in her head and doom his generation, then she says, "you seem to love being nosy." her reputation of breaking noses flashes in the poor guys head and he quickly shrinks back down.

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE fucks herself to the shirt she's stolen from your apartment. she can't help whining and sobbing with her face pressed against the mattress, hands working hard, pumping in and out of her wet hole desperately as she drools all over her pillow. "fuck, fuck— god! you're so bitchy— and, fuck!— im so— im still in love!"

by the time she's done, she's just sobbing into the bedding as her body trembles, pussy gushing with liquids, aching for your touch because you make her feel different, you make her feel what she can't make herself feel.

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE has left her clothes at your place intentionally knowing you don't have the courage to come return them to her, knowing your pussy controls most your body whenever you see her in that wife pleaser, and baggy pants hanging off her hips, showing the harness of her strap on her hips.

you think about it several times, but never really follow through.

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE catches it when you accidentally like the post that she made on her instagram with another girl in a skirt so tiny it barely had the label 'skirt' solely to get you jealous, and it works so well. she sees you, she corners you.

"i saw that, princess, i know you're not out of this, and neither am i. if you'd just—" you try to push past, she grabs your shoulder and slams you against the wall, wincing because she places her hand behind you, ensuring you don't get hurt. "don't leave me like this, please." her voice cracks on the 'please'.

you swallow, "ellie, please, this isn't right, we're—"

"—still in love with each other." you don't fight ellie on it. it's the truth. you let her kiss you, her hands feeling you up, slipping under your shirt in the deserted hall. "im sorry, i yelled at you that night, i was stressed out— that doesn't justify what i said," ellie whispered, her fingers probing at the underside of your boobs. "let me once again... i promise ill make it upto you."

how could you say no?

➥ EX-GIRLFRIEND!ELLIE fucks you with her strap in missionary so she can watch the way your face twists in pleasure. pleasure she inflicts on you. "there you go, gorgeous, you're so pretty for me." you blush, trying to hide your face, but ellie pulls your hands down and kisses your forehead before bottoming out. "she's takin' me so well too." your eyes roll back, "e-el," you stutter, pussy clenching around her.

"fuck..." ellie can't believe she's the one making you feel so good, her veiny hands find your hips and she holds you in a grip so hard it almost bruises your skin. she leaves lovebites and hickeys all over your neck, and chest. you squeak out. "ellie! if you give me hickeys there, my parents might see!" ellie smirks against your skin and whispers, "maybe then you'll have to tell 'em you've hooked up with your ex once again."

[obsession-keeps-me-sane]

yk what i'm craving? some mashed potatoes, pot roast, glazed carrots and a buff lesbian to pin me down to a bed and fuck me stupid

[omgliz]

the vibe ellie brings to the func

gf!ellie

[ellieskitty]

I ❤❤❤❤ HOT NERDS

[veichua]

ellie trying to find your g-spot and she's desperately trying.

mdni. fingering.

your breath caught in your throat as ellie curled her fingers, you squeezed your eyes shut, the sensation overwhelming but not quite there yet. “keep going, els…” you breathed out, voice shaky but encouraging.

ellie’s brows furrowed, her eyes flicking up to your face with that earnest intensity, she’d been trying to find your sweet spot for what felt like forever, her usual cocky confidence tempered by a genuine desire to please you.

“here, babe?” she asked, her voice soft and laced with curiosity, her fingers shifting slightly as she watched your reaction.

you shook your head, biting your lip, it was close, but not quite, your hand found her wrist, guiding her with a gentle but firm push, urging her fingers deeper.

“deeper,” you murmured, a low moan escaping as you felt the shift, ellie’s eyes widened slightly, catching the change in your expression, and she adjusted immediately, her movements growing more confident.

“mhm, yeah? is that it?” she asked, her voice dropping to that husky tone she got when she was fully focused, her free hand braced against your thigh, steadying herself as she thrusted faster, her fingers curling with more purpose.

you twitched beneath her, nodding frantically as the pleasure started to build. “fuck, mhm,” you managed, your voice breaking as your hips bucked involuntarily.

ellie’s lips pressed into a tight line, her focus laser sharp as she studied every twitch and shudder of your body,“gotcha,” she said under her breath, more to herself than to you, a small, proud smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“c’mon, babe, tell me how it feels, i wanna hear you.” her tone was teasing but soft, coaxing you to open up, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin as she kept her rhythm steady.

“it’s—fuck, it’s good,” you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets. “right there, els, don’t stop.” your words seemed to light a spark in her, and she let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating with that familiar mix of cockiness and adoration.

“no way i’m stopping,” she said, her voice firm “not when you’re makin’ those sounds.” she curled her fingers again, hitting that spot with precision now, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that spilled out.

ellie’s smirk widened, but her eyes stayed soft, checking in with you. “still good? or you want me to switch it up?” you shook your head, panting. “no, no, just like that, you’re—shit, you’re perfect.” the praise hit her hard you could tell from the way her cheeks flushed slightly, even in the heat of the moment.

ellie loved being your anchor, your everything, and hearing you say it only fueled her. “perfect, huh?” she teased, leaning down to brush her lips against your jaw, her fingers never faltering.

“gonna hold you to that.” her voice was light, but there was a slight tremor in it, like she was just as affected by this as you were, she thrusted faster, her focus unwavering as your body tensed and twitched beneath her.

“c’mon, babe, let go for me, i got you.” your breath hitched again, the pressure building as her words and touch pushed you closer to the edge. “ellie,” you whimpered, your hands reaching for her, one tangling in her messy auburn hair, the other gripping her shoulder.

she let out a soft grunt of effort, her lips curving into a gentle smile despite the intensity of her movements. “i know, i know,” she murmured, her voice soothing.

“i'm right here, just let it happen.” her fingers kept their relentless pace, and you could feel her watching you, memorizing every reaction, every sound.

“fuck, els, i’m—” your words cut off as your body arched, the wave crashing over you, ellie didn’t stop, her movements steady and sure, guiding you through it.

“there you go,” under her breath, you came down, panting and trembling.

[lesbianloser777]

someone sedate me now

[slothch1c]

Can i request the hidden baby/ wife trope for paige? Like ppl only find out bc they catch page somewhere in Dallas with her family

𖥻 ALL SHE COULD, ALL SHE CAN. paige bueckers x wife!reader

synopsis: paige does all she can so god can do all she can’t.

notes: REBLOGS APPRECIATED MORE THAN LIKES. comments appreciated more than LIKES. hey… hey y’all… i’m back… hi nonnie, i hope you don’t mind i turned your request into a 2.4k word fic! this details how you got engaged to paige -> how the marriage was -> how she got you pregnant in the first place and the overall privacy around those events -> how that privacy was broken! guys ima be rwal i complerely projected. like i read this fic and i see my future slightly

cw: commitment for my queens with the commitment issues, pregnancy, nothing else i suppose— i was lowkey just projecting my indescribable urge to have a baby and be a wife to my future woman, i heard paige say that she did all she could so god could do all she couldn’t and i just ran w it, wife!reader, WIFE!READER IS DEVOTED TO PAIGE, uconn AND dallas wings paige. these bitches inLOVE

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

Paige, having been dating you long enough to the point she knew you were here to stay, did not want you to lose what she already did: the luxury of privacy. So, when she came to you with a ring (because she would not have you be ‘just a girlfriend’ when she wanted you pregnant with her baby), she did it quiet.

It wasn’t even outside. It was inside, with your leg draped over hers, and your forearm over your eyes as you tried to take an impromptu screen break because paige decided to scare you saying that your orbital would fracture from too much staring at your screen. she couldn’t believe you actually got scared, but she remembers being thankful for how gullible you were. it gave her the perfect opportunity.

She pulled the velvet box out of her sweatpants, called your name once, then twice, then three times—“come onnn,” she drawled, “i was literally joking.”

“I’m still horrified.” you murmured, before slowly removing your arm, blinking a few times to readjust to the bright light. then, you sat up.

And Paige was there, with that velvet box wide open, and a ring with a rock so big you thought you saw god. most importantly, was that there was a huge smile on her face—pearly whites all on display, as if you didn’t jump out the couch you were both on, gasping so audibly your voice cracked.

Paige proposed to you in the middle of her apartment back at uconn, in the middle of a random tuesday that somehow became your favorite date—in sweatpants and a uconn sweater. you were both barefaced, there was no photographer, there was no other witness, there was no other person— there was only you two.

That was the most intimate thing about it.

The privacy of the engagement wasn’t planned in the way that Paige wanted this one moment to be private— no, she wanted everything under wraps. for all the right reasons, too.

To the world, she was Paige Bueckers— all rounder, all rounded, all around beloved superstar athlete—and to you, she was paige. Paigey, sometimes. Madison when she was being a little bitch, because you knew she always got a bit icked out due to how little that name was used. She was just P, and she was just yours.

She wanted to keep the her that you had away from the hands that already took every other piece she had of herself.

The last piece was her heart, bruised and beaten yet still beating, and still warm—because for aslong as you held it, as long as you kept it, it was safe.

The wedding was a private affair. Young as you two were, she couldn’t have anyone speaking out and questioning her decision to marry you, when your presence in her life was not something she, herself, questioned at all. she remembers it like it was yesterday—it was before the sun set; not too long before it to miss the opportunity for a great shot, but also not too soon — also for the sake of not missing a great shot. Paige remembers; it was one of the days in her life that went according to plan—and even better—went perfectly. you two kissed, and the sun set, and the sky was a mix of oranges, slight yellows and pinks and azzi pulled the officiant by her wrist to make sure she didn’t photobomb the moment the photographer snapped that perfect shot. it was perfect.

that day was perfect.

You were perfect. You are perfect, still, to paige. You will be perfect forever.

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

She said that to herself when she paid for you to undergo IVF treatment three months She said that to herself when she started taking hormone injections, commiting to the ovarian stimulation for fourteen days so that she’d be able to have them transferred and combined with a sperm donor’s— so that once all that lab work was done, the embryo would be transferred into your uterus. Paige did all she could so God could do all she couldn’t.

She did all she could during the nine months of your pregnancy; she didn’t ‘deal’ with you, she cherished you. She cherished every little act of servitude she could bring you so as to ease the struggles of your pregnancy, even by a little bit, and when you cried—she soothed. She did all she could so God could do all she couldn’t.

She did all she could to make sure no one was sure of you. Your existence, technically. She hid you as best as she could because if the media found out she was engaged, in the process of getting her girl PREGNANT, and wanted to stay quiet about it? Fuck no, hello? She’d be finished—news outlets wouldn’t leave her alone at all; people would bash her for hiding so much from them (as if they had any right to know), and the most teeth-gritting truth? They’d ask about you. You and your—her— child. They wouldn’t even ask, they’d take.

Whenever Paige thinks of such dire consequences, she thinks of one tiktok sound—‘I would rather shit in my hands. and clap.’

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

The days you were in labor scared her shitless, and with away games on her schedule at the same time you were set to be due, and an endorsement she had yet to film— she had to, regretfully, put you on a balance scale.

Or, she thought she had to.

Then you delivered the baby early. Paige was scared shitless, eyes wide and bulging out everytime you squeezed her hand—everytime you screamed, her ears rung, and despite how overwhelming it was she knew whatever she felt didn’t amount to the way you felt that entire pregnancy. so, inbetween your cries of pain and the bone-breaking squeezes of your hand, she thought to herself: My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life. My wife is giving me new life.

Paige had received many honors and accolades through her years, and yet the greatest achievement she’s ever had was to be worthy enough to keep you—

And when she held your child in her hands, and the child had her eyes and what she believed to be your smile—she thought, reverently,

‘My wife gave me new life’.

New life.

A child.

You have children now.

Children should be cherished. Loved. Protected.

Children should be protected, even if it takes hiding them from the world, loving them so quietly only they can hear it, because they are all that matter.

You knew who you married.

Before anything else, you knew paige would prioritize your privacy. you trusted her with this type of thing— coming from where you came from, doing what you did, the sense of normalcy that you still held—you understood how despite how mundane it was to you, to Paige it was something you couldn’t lose.

So, you dealt with all her security measures. the separate cars, exiting and entering the same place at different times, picking things up separately, doing things separate in general—you dealt with it all, because you knew you would never truly be separated. Not while you had such a hold on her heart, and not while you held her baby.

Moving to dallas was a tough decision as is, with the risk of fans seeing you together and the thought that they’d see you as an obstacle— because you knew. You knew how many women would lay their life down for a chance to date your wife—and if they were willing to lay down their own lives? Lord knows what they’d do with yours.

It happened in a Target parking lot. Paige was loading your groceries into the trunk, and you were doing your damndest to be as fast as possible trying to get your squirmy child into their carseat. This wasn’t a common thing— usually you’d be in the far corner of the parking lot, away from prying eyes because no one wanted to park that far—but today wasn’t your day. Too many people had decided that on this particular day they would go grocery shopping, and the moment you and paige saw an open parking spot you immediately went for it. The problem was that you had to get in and out as fast as possible.

Your baby’s seatbelt buckled the same time Paige closed the trunk…

And the same time Paige closed the trunk was the same time someone snapped a photo with a flash on.

“…What the fuck?” Paige cursed, as you froze dead in your tracks. It was so quick. Too quick. The person turned before you saw them despite your efforts to whip your head every possibly direction— all you saw was a whole lot of nothing, and also the end of your private life. Paige, on the other hand? Saw failure.

She was about to walk away from the car, about to hunt down whoever did it, but it was you who stopped her. You, and the extra pressure from your ring finger. You, her wife. “Paige,” you whispered, quietly, voice shaken but strong: “Paige, just get in the car.”

Paige did all she could, so God could do all she couldn’t.

They took a photo of you and the baby. Of her loading the groceries into the trunk with the ring gleaming proudly on her ring finger.

And God, it seems, did not interfere.

You raced home with the baby masked up and your face covered by a sun visor. Paige gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were about to split open had you not placed your palm ontop of them. “This is bad.” Paige whispered, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It was a red light, but she almost ran it— thats usually what can happen when your entire life is at risk. “My God, this is so, so bad—“ she continued, choking on her own spit.

“What do you suppose we do about it? It’s already been done. We don’t know if it’ll get leaked, honey. Some people have morals.” You tried to reason knowing it was to no avail, because all you aimed for was to lighten the load Paige had (which was already so heavy. too heavy, even). “They might’ve taken the picture to—“

“To what?” Paige interrupted through grit teeth, her tone still gentle in contrast to the rage you could tell was simmering off of her. Before anything else, you were her wife. She would not be caught dead raising her voice at you unless it was to call you over, because you were too far away. “To what?” She repeated, “There’s no other reason why. They’re going to — they’re going to leak it. Our baby, and you, and I— they’re going to leak us—you wouldn’t go a day without someone trying to ambush you, baby,” her tone was heated, her eyes wild, so wide they shook and for a moment you saw them flicker with what you mistook for a last shred of hope.

You tried to speak. You couldn’t.

“You and the baby need to move back to Connecticut.”

Your ears began ringing. Your heart’s sinking to your stomach, beating so fast you were sure you’d explode if you didn’t—

“…What?” You muttered, frozen.

… If you didn’t speak. Alas, that one word was all you could muster.

“You and the baby need to move back to Connecticut. I can’t risk anything, baby. i’m not risking you. I’ll visit every weekend, I’ll send you money, I’ll facetime—“

No.

No, no, no, that’s not how it goes, that’s not what you want.

It doesn’t matter what you might ‘need’, it doesn’t matter—

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You speak before you think. Your voice is so firm, so resolute, that Paige pauses.

Green light. The cars start moving, and you start speaking. Paige’s eyes are on the road now. Her mind is still on you.

“Paige.” you begin, “Paige, you gave me your last name. You gave me a ring. You gave me a house, a home, you give me extra space in the bed, you give me two extra house keys just incase I lose my main one— Paige, you gave me a baby.” You snap, but there is no yelling. There’s only you choking on your tears and the last shred of peace that is your baby sleeping behind the two of you in the backseat.

Car drives always were peaceful to your little miracle.

It’s a redlight, now. Paige doesn’t look at you. She looks straight ahead. Her forearms are resting on top of the wheel and she is staring straight ahead, and you both know shes not watching the road.

“Goddamn it, Paige,” You mutter. “You gave me your heart. I’m not letting go of something so precious.”

Your hand is on top of hers. Your rings press against eachother and you swear you see her shiver. You continue.

“I am your wife, Paige. I am not— I am never, going to leave you.”

Paige finally looks at you, and there are tears running down her face.

“Are you sure?” She asks, voice cracking.

“Yes.” You answer, and there is no hesitation.

Her hands are on your cheeks, her lips are on yours, and your foreheads press together— and the traffic light is green.

and honks be damned, Paige doesn’t go immediately.

A week later, the photo is leaked. Fortunately, don’t get the outcome you expected.

The poster is bashed for their audacity to interfere with a celebrity’s private life, and you both watch in a sort of cruel delight as they get what they are due: a dent in their digital footprint, and a frighteningly concerning amount of cyberbullies.

Nothing of your identity is leaked. Paige is able to resume her rookie year smoothly, with the same incompetent coach unfortunately. You continue your duties as per usual, and the baby— still so little—sleeps to both of your voices—Paige’s, sometimes through a phone call, but she’s always there.

People speak, but never ask.

Paige is content with this. She thanks her fans for their respect, although it’s meant to be expected, and she promises—as she always does— to do all she can, so that God can do what she can’t.

@likelysobbing.

[elliespassagerprincess-deactiva]

i would really like to see rockstar ellie dating actress reader 🙏🙏🙏

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☆ Ellie Williams is the storm before the show starts. Inked arms, low-slung guitar, whiskey breath, and lyrics laced with venom. Her vibe is gritty and raw — she doesn’t do commercial spots, doesn’t care for endorsements. But when she sees you — a radiant, pristine actress on a talk show — something in her stops.

☆ You first meet at a fashion week afterparty. You’re in couture and diamonds, and Ellie’s in a ripped vintage tee and worn boots. She smells like leather and tobacco, eyes roaming like she’s memorizing you.

☆ The chemistry is instant, but Ellie’s overwhelmed. She pretends she doesn’t care, gives you a cold “cool dress,” but then goes home and writes six songs in one night. They all sound like longing.

☆ Your lifestyle is soft-spoken interviews and carefully planned PR moves. Hers is being dragged out of hotel rooms by managers and getting banned from venues for lighting joints on stage. But when you speak, Ellie listens like a disciple.

☆ You become a quiet obsession. She watches every film you’re in, boots up old B-roll footage, memorizes the rhythm of your voice in interviews. She starts talking like you. Dressing cleaner. Subtly shifting for you.

☆ When you finally text her first, she stares at the message for ten minutes before replying, fingers trembling. She drafts seventeen replies and erases each one. She wants to seem effortless, but her heart is pounding.

☆ Ellie doesn’t fall in love — she plummets. The second she kisses you, it’s like a wire snaps inside her. From then on, her music becomes more desperate. More romantic. Rawer. Critics start calling her new sound “haunted.”

☆ She becomes territorial fast. It’s subtle — a hand gripping your waist tighter at parties, lingering glances at anyone who looks at you too long. You’re polite. Ellie’s ready to fight.

☆ Ellie is never comfortable with fame, but she thrives in chaos. She only ever smiles in public when you’re next to her, and her fans catch on quickly — noticing how her entire face softens around you.

☆ Her tattoos become more personal. You never ask for it, but one night she comes home with your initials inked just below her ribs. “Didn’t hurt,” she lies, even though it bled.

☆ You once called her your “wild poet” in an interview. She kept the magazine and folded the page under her pillow. No one’s ever described her so intimately. It fuels her next EP.

☆ You bring calm into her world. She brings fire into yours. You teach her how to walk red carpets with confidence. She teaches you how to scream into the void and laugh after.

☆ Ellie refuses to let her team auto-tune her anymore. “She likes my voice cracked,” she says. And it’s true. You told her once your favorite part of her music is when she breaks mid-line.

☆ She gets jealous when you’re on set with male actors. She won’t say anything outright, but you come home to her music blasting and ashtrays full. Her lyrics that night drip with possession.

☆ You two rarely post each other publicly. But when you do, it’s cryptic: a photo of her guitar beside your high heels. A blurry picture of your hand in her back pocket. The internet unravels.

☆ You become Ellie’s muse in every way. Her lyrics shift from angst to aching love, to obsession, to reverence. She once wrote a chorus that just repeated your name over and over like a prayer.

☆ Her notebooks are filled with half-finished lines about your smile. She never shows them to anyone. You’re her secret weapon, her sacred chaos, the reason she still believes in beauty.

☆ She hides a tiny recorder in her jacket pocket when you talk. The cadence of your voice, your casual sentences—they end up in songs. Her producers find audio clips of you whispering her name in demo tracks.

☆ You don’t realize she’s writing about you until you hear her perform live. One lyric is word-for-word something you once said while crying into her chest. You look at her in shock. She just smirks.

☆ Ellie hates being away from you. She becomes unbearable on tour — grumpy, distracted, lashing out. Her manager starts scheduling shows closer to your filming locations just to get her to function.

☆ She writes you letters she never sends. When she’s on the road, her notebooks are full of “I miss you, I can’t breathe without you, I hate these hotel sheets, they don’t smell like you.”

☆ Every gift she gives you is handmade or vintage. Never brand-name. She’ll find a first-edition poetry book, a rusted lighter engraved with your initials, a guitar pick she carved herself.

☆ Ellie’s obsession is sacred, not sinister. She doesn’t want to control you. She wants to belong to you. She once said, “I’d shred my voice if it meant you’d feel loved.”

☆ When she sees you on screen crying, she cries too. Even if it’s acting. She once stormed out of a premiere because a character hurt you in the film. She couldn’t stand to see it.

☆ She calls you her “religion” in private. Says she prays at the altar of your neck. Says your laugh resurrected parts of her she didn’t know still lived.

☆ You’ve walked in on her writing a song, crying. Not because of pain, but because she says she loves you so much it physically hurts sometimes. You hold her till the strings stop trembling.

☆ Ellie starts performing barefoot. She said it makes her feel closer to you. She used to hate vulnerability — now she bleeds it on stage, for you, always.

☆ She doesn't believe she deserves you. So she works harder. Becomes cleaner. Still messy, still Ellie, but she fights to be good enough to stay in your light.

☆ Her fans know about you. They chant your name at concerts, hold up signs that say “YOU ARE HER MUSE.” She reads them from the stage with that crooked, private smile.

☆ You once walked out during an argument. Ellie wrote a seven-minute track called “Runaway Star” that night, dropped it without promo. It charted #1. You came home crying.

☆ Ellie always touches you on stage when you’re watching. Whether it’s adjusting her necklace with your ring on it, glancing at you before a verse, or mouthing “mine” when she sees you smile.

☆ When you wear her band tee on set, the entire internet erupts. Ellie screenshotted it and set it as her phone background, then wrote a song called “Hollywood in My Shirt.”

☆ She’s obsessed with your hands. She watches you gesture during interviews, kiss the backs of them when you’re stressed, holds them tightly when no one’s looking.

☆ You anchor her. When she spirals—bad reviews, stage anxiety, old trauma—you bring her back. You don’t calm the storm. You hold her through it, and she loves you more for that.

☆ Ellie once punched a guy at a party for making a crude joke about you. You scolded her, but she didn’t regret it. “I’d lose every gig if it meant they shut their mouths.”

☆ She writes you lyrics she never shares with the world. A private archive of confessions, promises, dreams. One night, she plays them all for you under candlelight.

☆ You teach her to love herself. Slowly. Carefully. You remind her that she’s more than noise and notoriety. That she’s soft and good and worthy. She writes a love song about it called “Unlearn.”

☆ She hates photo shoots but does them for you. When the magazine asks why she agreed, she replies: “She looks at these. That’s reason enough.”

☆ Ellie can’t sleep without your side of the bed warm. On tour, she wraps herself in your sweater and listens to voicemails from you until she crashes.

☆ She wants to marry you but is terrified you’ll say no. Not because you don’t love her — but because she still thinks you belong in a world she can’t touch.

☆ Ellie thinks you’re her greatest song. And not just the inspiration — the rhythm of your walk, the tone of your voice, the way you sigh. She hums you.

☆ Her favorite place on earth is wherever you’re filming next. She follows you like a loyal shadow, always finding new melodies in the way you exist.

☆ You once acted in one of her music videos. It wasn’t just a video—it was a story she wrote just to watch you move through it. She directed every shot.

☆ She hates sharing you with the world. When you walk carpets or kiss someone on screen, she watches with clenched fists and says, “They don’t get to keep you. I do.”

☆ Ellie keeps every note you’ve written. Even the silly ones. She carries one in her wallet that just says “don’t forget to eat” in your handwriting.

☆ She studies your interviews. Even years later, she replays your answers and mouths along. It’s a form of worship.

☆ You found a shrine once. Not literally—but her studio was filled with drawings of your silhouette, lipstick-stained napkins, press clippings, and your smiling face.

☆ She told her fans once, “I write because of her.” They screamed. You cried.

☆ Ellie thinks you’re her beginning and her end. And she’s okay with that. She once whispered, “If this all burns down, I want you holding the match.”

☆ You caught her crying after a show once, saying, “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.” You held her face and replied, “You created all of this. You deserve everything.”

☆ Your career starts soaring. You land an award-winning drama, then a major franchise. Suddenly your face is everywhere — billboards, perfume campaigns, movie posters. Ellie pretends to be cool about it, but deep down, it terrifies her. The world is starting to realize what she’s always known: you’re unforgettable.

☆ Ellie sits front row at your film premiere. She’s in all black, sunglasses at night, and refuses press. But the second you appear, she smiles like someone just handed her the universe in a wine glass.

☆ Your fans adore her. They call her “your grumpy groupie.” You once posted a photo of her backstage with a badge that says “property of THE actress,” and it trended for days.

☆ You win a major award. On stage, you thank your team, your family... and then you pause, eyes welling up, and say, “To the girl who taught me how to be loud, how to be soft, how to love—Ellie, this is ours.” Ellie leaves the theatre to cry alone.

☆ Paparazzi love catching your contrasts. You, glowing in designer silk. Ellie, beside you in ripped denim, tattoos out, holding your purse while glaring at cameras. It becomes an internet meme. She doesn’t care. She likes holding your things.

☆ You once had a sex scene with another actress, and Ellie watched it frame by frame, chewing her cheek raw. When you got home, she couldn’t meet your eyes. You had to pull her onto your lap and say, “There’s only one girl who ruins me. She’s sitting right here.”

☆ She writes a whole album about the idea of marrying you but never tells you. It’s angry, pleading, hopeful. The tracklist spells out your initials in acrostic.

☆ You catch her staring at engagement rings once. She tries to hide it. You don’t mention it. But that night she kisses your hand and whispers, “If I ever lose you, I’ll burn everything down.”

☆ You love her exactly as she is. The rough edges, the obsession, the tangled jealousy. You’ve never wanted to fix her. Just stay close enough to catch her when she spirals.

☆ Ellie starts introducing herself as “your wife” by accident. Sometimes it’s on purpose. At a party, someone flirts with you and she says, “She’s married. To me. Just not legally. Yet.”

☆ You keep Ellie grounded. She gets overwhelmed by fame, by noise, by how much she wants you. But you’re steady. You remind her to breathe. To eat. To make music because it matters, not because it sells.

☆ She paints your face on a guitar. It’s subtle — your eyes, hidden behind swirling ink. She plays that one only on her worst days.

☆ You start writing too. Quiet poems in the margins of scripts, love letters you hide in her suitcase. Ellie finds them and weeps like she’s found a lost part of herself.

☆ When she tours, she always reserves two hotel rooms. Not for space. For the fantasy. One for her, one for her “wife.” She keeps a nightgown in the second bed. Pretends you’re there.

☆ She proposes in the least expected moment. No cameras. No stage. Just the two of you in a shitty diner at 2 a.m., her eyes red from crying, whispering, “If I don’t make you mine forever, I’ll never be whole.”

☆ The world explodes when the engagement leaks. Headlines scream, “Hollywood’s Darling to Marry Rockstar Anomaly.” You both lock yourselves in a cabin for a week and forget the world exists.

☆ Your wedding is rumored to be unhinged. No guest list, just a private ceremony in a wild field with Ellie in a black suit and you barefoot in silk. She sings her vows through tears.

☆ Ellie can’t stop touching your ring. In interviews. In bed. When she holds your hand, her thumb circles it over and over like she’s grounding herself in proof. You’re hers. She’s yours.

☆ You’re offered a role as a queer icon in a prestige drama. You almost say no — afraid of Ellie’s reaction — but she reads the script and goes, “Play her. And I’ll write her a soundtrack.” That album becomes the most critically acclaimed of her life.

☆ The idea of babies makes Ellie lose her mind. She wants to hear your voice in a tiny human. She wants to see your softness pass down. You’re not ready yet, but she’s already written a lullaby. It’s called “Mama’s Muse.”

[ellieabbyy]

she looks so fucking good in this skin 😭