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Teaching Jane how to braid your hair….

leon's note⠀⠀ : thank you for the request! always love writing for jane; i'm genuinely in love with her.

༝ ⠀⠀ gentle, caring partner!jane who:

༝ sees you braiding your hair once and says "hey, let me do it for you," moving your hands out of the way before you can protest.

༝ after a date, before a date, while you're just watching tv—doesn't matter. she'll insist that she should be doing so when you, god forbid, try to thread your hair on your own.

༝ "baby, it's okay. i can do some things myself, jane," you chuckled, shaking your head as she took hold of your hair anyway. "i know you can do it yourself, but i want to do it for you."

༝ gets quiet trying to focus on doing it right, making sure it's just how you like and not too tight and too loose and—"jane, do you know how to braid?"

"... no?"

you sigh fondly.

༝ follows every instruction you give her even if it means doing your hair takes an hour longer and is ten times harder than it would've been if she'd just let you do it. but she doesn't mind, because why would she ever let you do anything yourself when she was around?

༝ after a while, starts enjoying the little moments throughout your days together like this: where she can just do something for you and feel you relax underneath the pads of her fingertips.

༝ is the best partner anybody could ever want ♡

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katie b x female reader who's sweet and feminine but secretly rlly pervy and katie finds out? 👀👀👀

heh.. smut.. 👅 also im new fan i love all your fan fics <3

heh... ily but i dont write smut for irls in case theyre uncomfortable w it 😫

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is it normal to feel like youre not good at what you feel is your purpose and be ignored by everyone in that scene or did i just do something really fucked up in my last life

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omg this site is a prison every time i take a break and come back oomf always seconds away from being crucified

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idk there's just something vi loves about your stomach to me. if you're slim she's obsessed with tracing the muscles that coexist to form your v line there, and if you're not she loves just resting her hand on it, squeezing the fat there when she's sleepy. she's just a big fan i'm sorry!! iii don't make the rules

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i appreciate u for writing for jane like tysm. i cant find any other writers :(

ofc and thank you so much! i love her so it's no problem aha

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just watched bones and all and lwk i need jane and me to be maren and lee who's with me

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jane remover who's seriously a huge fucking sap. i don't mean constant kisses either, i mean like tying your shoes for you, taking candids of you whenever she thinks you're not looking, looking at you with that in love glint in her eyes in the car even if you're just eating fast food together after a night out and talking about nothing. she's so so so sweet too—every relationship has its moments, but she makes sure to communicate with you, never raise her voice, and actually reflect and apologize. jane remover who has your birthday, anniversary, the day of your meeting, your parent(s')'s birthday(s), and your... graduation day memorized. don't ask. jane remover who meticulously plans every special occasion that involves you. not like pristine and polished type of meticulous, but more thoughtful, caring meticulous. she knows exactly what you'd like, exactlt what you'd prefer to eat, exactly where you'd want to be. jane remover who's the best partner you could ever ask for :(

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okay we all know loser!ellie but what about normal ellie and loser!reader. like loser!reader who sleeps in jeans or socks, is obsessed with minecraft, and only leaves the house when she's dragged out by her friends, and ellie who's on the school soccer team, popular, and highly sought after. even though this is set up like a cliche drama, you don't meet in some dramatic or crazy way. it's october 29th, you're in calculus, and for some reason ellie williams decides to sit next to you. eventually, she admits she has no idea what she's doing, you help, and from that day onward you become friends. it's not intimate at first, but then you can't help your face from flushing around her and she can't help but ask you out. loser!reader who absolutely texts ellie corny things like "you're the prettiest ever" and "wow i can't believe i get to date you." ellie who wouldn't trade you for the world :3

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Please more jane x fem readers but more submissive jane pls 😢 everyone writes her dom and i don’t even get it like!!!!!!!😑 sfw of course tho

you're my favorite

sub!jane, fem!reader, sfw, fluff, multiple pronouns used for jane, tried my best

when it comes to post-show hangouts, jane is always clingy, cuddly, and adorably exhausted by the time she gets to see you.

every single time, you pick her up, drive to whatever hotel you're staying at for the specific stretch of the tour, and she makes her way to the bed before begging you to join her, your 5'8, smoking hot girlfriend reduced to a frowning teddy bear.

"the show was a lot, huh?" you asked with a smile on your face as you peered into her eyes while climbing into bed. the mattress dipped underneath your weight, and when it settled you moved closer to wrap your arms around her just like she wanted.

"yeah," she mumbled into your skin, already relaxing in your arms, "just missed you the... the whole time."

you felt your heart swell and breathed in the scent of her, letting your eyes fall shut. "i love you, you know."

"i love you too."

jane who will never admit it but is a complete sucker for acts of service. if you do her laundry, cook for her, drive her places, you name it, she'll be drooling over you in seconds.

"you really did all this just for me?" she smiled sheepishly, tugging your sleeve a bit until you looked away from the stove and at her.

"baby," you chuckled, "it's no big deal. it was just pancakes."

"you're so good to me," a soft, gentle kiss to your neck.

jane remover who secretly gets really excited when you introduce them as yours.

"nice to meet you. hey, you're post on instagram right?" a man said after walking up to you.

"you too, and yes! i do." you replied.

"who're you?" he asked politely, looking at jane. they hesitated, but luckily you'd been prepared.

"this is my girlfriend, jane," you said with a smile, looking at them and squeezing their hand to reassure them.

unfortunately for them, that only made their skin flush redder.

jane remover who wouldn't rather date anybody else in the world <3

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Hi! Just wanted to say that I LOVE your Vi x reader fics!! They're so good! 💖

awww thank you so much :( you're so sweet

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I saw you on AO3 lolol welcome

hi thank you 🥹

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just saw powder x silco and im not knk shaming anybody but... why..............

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can you please do vampire!vi x femme!human!reader, vi comes home one night really weak because she needs blood but when she looks in the fridge there’s no more blood bags, so reader says screw it and let’s vi use her as a blood bag which vi hates even thinking about, but she does it anyway and can’t control herself and drinks to much (maybe add some smut if your interested) thank you!

even when you're killin' me, I love the way you look

violet is a vampire. it's a cold and strong—much like her—fact. sure, the sentence's a bit of a tongue twister and was definitely hard to accept at first, but over the years she's gotten used to just about all the aspects of being an undead blood sucker. all the aspects of it except not using you while still surviving when her more ethical crimson supply runs out, of course. art by fluffehwuffeh.

blood.

thick, wet, sticky, hot, dark, blood. that was what she needed, and that was what she had always needed vi thought as she burst through the doors of the manor, stumbling then gripping the nearest wall to keep herself up. "baby?" she called raspily, looking down as she noticed the way her fingers were trembling.

no response. fuck. you hadn't heard her.

"babe, please," she yelled with as much force as she could muster. her feet ached, her head was pounding, everything hurt, and most importantly she missed blood. no, she missed you. but she could do this. she just had to find the warm, fresh, hot bodie—no, blood. ethical, bagged blood.

she turned to the left, walked into one of the manor's many living rooms, walked down the hall to kitchen, and just barely managed to open the fridge. the cold breeze that hit her when it flew ajar made the sweat clinging to her even colder, undead body feel scorching.

vi looked and she looked and she looked and she looked, but to no avail. there was no blood, and she was going to die if you weren't home after over a hundred years of "living" because she refused to kill.

because underneath all her fangs and muscle, she couldn't help but still care for those weaker than her. those who were less powerful and more vulnerable than her, that once shared the same breathing patterns, bloodstreams, heartbeats as her. fuck. blood. she really needed—

"vi?"

she froze. almost everything was silent. the windows resisted against the rain pattering against them, soft little tip-taps resonating throughout the house. the mix of the cold air, dark night, thunder, and delirious state she was in had her questioning her sanity. was it really you?

then, again: "vi?"

it was.

"what...?" she started then trailed off as the disorientation overwhelming her senses worsened. she nearly collapsed but just barely caught herself on the kitchen island.

"violet!" you called as you finally got down all of the stairs, past the living room, and into the kitchen to her. "hey, hey, baby, what's wrong?" you said as she slowly sunk to the floor, finally relieved, going down with her.

she looked miserable. she was cold and pale even for a vampire. her mouth was dry, throat bulging where her carotid lied as her "heart" struggled to continue thumping against her ribcage, and her powder blue eyes looked so, so sad.

"oh honey, it's the blood, isn't it?" you sighed and wrapped your arms around her form, her muscled frame leaning against the cabinets. she nodded, and you tightened your grip ever so slightly.

the heady mix of the smell of your blood, shampoo, and perfume was killing her, and she got worked up all over again. don't do it, she thought. don't do it. don't do it. don't do it. do it.

"vi... can't you just, well, use me instead?"

she blinked.

you blinked.

she was completely neutral.

so you waited and waited and waited, and then her face twisted into a frown as she registered what you'd said.

"I'm not going to do that." she scoffed.

"you are."

"no!" she raised her voice then doubled over coughing. you pushed her chest with one hand to keep her upright, and narrowed your eyes in mild annoyance. did she always have to be so difficult?

"so," you craned your neck so that her lips were against your pulse, "how about now?"

she stilled.

you knew exactly how to get under her skin, and even though she knew that, your tactics were still working, your blood still appealing and body still impossibly captivating.

so before she tried to reason with herself about the erhicality of the practice, before you could chicken out, and before she fully passed out, she lined her canines up with your neck, leaned in, and—

bit. you whimpered as your skin sliced open. blood filtered through her teeth and between her tongue to slip down her throat, the exact sweet and silver-y nectar she'd needed to save her life. after a few seconds you started pawing at her shoulders to try and get her to stop, but she was completely lost in the taste, the smell, the idea of you and your blood.

by the time she finally pulled away, you were lightheaded and her hand was wrapped around your neck, thumb rubbing the spot where she'd used you in pride. amidst your haze, you looked up, and the sight of her—disheveled, covered in your crimson, and still hungry after filling up so much she couldn't possibly take more—quickly had your underwear dampening.

unfortunately for you, no matter how hard you tried to hide your attraction to her or press your legs together for secret relief, vi would always find out. being a vampire came with its sense-related perks, after all. she drew in one, long breath, and in seconds she was kissing your neck, tearing your clothes off, grunting in anticipation. "you got wet off of that? seriously?" she teased, trapping one of your nipples between two of her fingers and rolling it around. "I didn't know you were such a slut."

"vi," you whined in protest but mostly need, trying to thrust your hips up into hers.

"ah ah ah," the vascular and strong legs on either side of your body tightened, holding you in place, "I get to take care of you tonight. don't move a muscle baby. well, the ones you can help at least." she chuckled.

after circling your nipples a little bit more, a lot of neck kisses, and making sure you were nice and wet for her, she started playing with the bundle of nerves between your legs with one hand and prodding your entrance with her other. a few swipes, some spit, and then she sunk a finger in so slowly it almost hurt. "there y'go, that's it... jus' relax and lemme take care of you, yeah? yeahhh, that's my baby," she cooed as you gripped her and your face adorably scrunched up.

when you were well adjusted enough, she picked up the pace and then there were two, three, four fingers massaging your fleshy, silky walls. you moaned as she defiled your body with her fingers, and you held onto the bicep of the arm that owned the hand drilling into you for support. squelches echoed throughout the manor every time she moved her digits in and out of you, and the whines, whimpers, and mewls from your mouth were nothing short of pornographic.

"baby, please—ngh! I'm gonna cum, n—need you, please? ah," you managed to get out between your ramblings, moans, and incoherent words. that familiar coil in your stomach was threatening to unravel, and the louder you got the faster, deeper, and harder vi went. you could tell her body was shining with sweat even though she was still fully clothed, and you suddenly felt shy at the fact that you were stripped bare. she was getting all of you—having her cake and eating it too.

"alright," she rasped out after a groan, "I'm gonna make you feel good. I'm gonna count down from ten, and when I say one you cum, got it?"

"yesyesyes, fuck, anything! anything I just need to cum," you sobbed.

"aww, someone's needy. hah, sorry baby. ten."

you clenched around her.

"nine."

you whined.

"eight."

"vi, I can't—"

"... seven."

you mewled.

"six."

she spread your legs further.

"five."

you struggled to keep up with her unrelenting force.

"four."

she held your hand.

"three."

she stared into your eyes.

"two."

she pounded you real deep once and loosened up the waterworks some more.

"one and a half."

you gasped, just barely keeping yourself at bay by squeezing her other hand for dear life.

"one. cum for me. cum all over my fingers, I want you to wet the fucking floor baby, soak it."

and then your pussy creamed and coated her long slender fingers all the way down to the base. she bit your shoulder, leaving her mark on you and earning some nice, high whines from you. when you were finally overstimulated she pulled her hand away from you and collapsed atop your body, the both of you panting.

"fuck... remind me to restock next time," she laughed.

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come right on me—I mean camaraderie

nsfw, suggestive, smut, masc!top!dom!vi, fem!bottom!sub!reader, vi has a cock, inspired by a fic I read a LONG time ago I sadly can't find the name of sighhh, breeding, rough, no transgender fetishization, no ai used · guys I'm speepy

from the second vi walked through the door to the moment she ended up towering over you, you had known she was upset—just not this upset.

you stared up at her, brows furrowed ever so slightly.

she remained unmoving and studied your face, took in the innocent, cautious look in your eyes although you knew she'd never hurt you, took in the way your lips parted ever so slightly.

"I've been so... stressed."

your breath hitched.

for a moment she looked like she was going to walk away, and then "can I," a breath, "can I do anything to help? I don't like seeing you like this."

her eyes flicked back to yours, and then a silky smooth "yes" left from her mouth. a dangerous kind of acceptance.

"yeah. you can."

you hesitated. "like how?"

"like this." she turned you around and moved you to the kitchen. the marble felt cold against your skin as she pressed your head against it, her dick pressing against your jeans.

"v—vi, I—" you stammered.

"yeah?" a calloused hand carefully slid up your shirt then roughly tore it off of you. you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, and you knew your panties were definitely already soaked.

"you know I'd do anything to help you, calm down, right?" you let out shakily, backing up into her.

"fuck."

and that was how you'd ended up with your knees on the hardwood floor and her cock bruising your mouth.

at some point she'd switched from your lower lips to the plush ones above, tip sliding in and out with every wet thrust she gave.

it wasn't long before she was close, and you were a mess, pressing your thighs together yourself while tears threatened to drop from your waterline.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm gonna, huh, fuck!" vi groaned and seated herself fully in your throat, spurting load after load of her thick white cum into you.

tears streamed from your eyes as you took all of her and her cum, not wasting a single drop.

when she finally loosened her grip on you, you leaned back and gulped in air like you were dying.

a soft, wet slap reverberated throughout the room after vi gently slapped her cock on your face, her pink tip only moistening your features, wet with tears, cum, and saliva, further.

"please," you begged after you'd caught your breath. your head was leaned against her thigh now, and you were looking up at vi with that familiar want in your eyes. after being together for around five years, your facial expressions were a language only the both of you could understand, and right now you were saying "fuck me."

but she knew that.

but she didn't care.

"please what?" she said, feigning obliviousness.

you whined and buried your face further into her muscled leg in embarrassment.

milky white fingers moved to tilt your chin up, and bright, expctant blue-gray eyes met yours.

"come on, you can do it." she reassured you, letting her dick press against your face in hopes of encouraging you to finally just say what you both knew you wanted.

you swallowed, looking off to the side.

"uhm, use me?... please?" she raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to keep going. "I need your cock so bad. I'll be so good f—!"

you yelped as she leaned down and pinned you onto the floor. the cold wood made you shiver, but before you could really pay any attention to the feeling the entirety of her length split your pussy wide open.

you choked up, eyes widening.

"you wanted this, right?" she started thrusting. every movement had her tip kissing your cervix, abusing the soft tissue.

"ah, ah, ah! mhh, vi, I can't take it," you sobbed, voice muffled as she pushed your head against the floor.

"yes you fuckin' can," she wrapped her arms around your torso and started rutting, "and you will. you're gonna, hah, take it all like a good girl, yeah?"

despite her filthy words, vi felt like she was losing her mind. she was exactly where she wanted to be—no, needed to be: balls deep in your pussy. it was so perfect, too: wet, warm, soft, and so fucking tight you were milking her already.

she could only keep up the façade that she'd retained her composure for but so much time, though, so it wasn't long before vi started letting out pitiful whines into the side of your neck, roughly massaging the walls of your heat with her dick. "fuckkk, gonna breed this pussy so full y'feel empty without me. jus' wanna fill you up, baby."

"mmh, yes! wanna make you a—fuck, wanna make you a daddy," you sobbed as vi continued her relentless pace, a little taken aback at the words yourself.

before you could really get embarrassed though, vi was asking for more, slamming her cock into you and grumbling "shit" and "fucking—fuck, say that again. please."

vi's pace quickened, the need to spill into you becoming more and more urgent with each sweet sound that fell from your lips.

"o—oh! I'm—fuck, daddy, I'mcummingI'mcummingI'mc—!"

your whole body tensed and shook as your orgasm took over your entire being, your nails digging angry red trails into vi's upper back. vi reacted no better, the rapid pulsing of your walls sending her right over the edge alongside you, sticky white ribbons of cum spilling into you with each pulse of her cock. you moaned as you felt you her pouring into you, breeding you. she didn't pull out once the trails of sperm that'd been spewing from her cock finally tapered off, dick staying snug inside you while she panted against your back.

"so... did you take your birth control?" she chuckled sheepishly.

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sub!vi taking the strap for the first time ?

fem!switch!reader, masc!switch!vi, strap (vi receiving), no ai used, smut, nsfw, · thanks for req :3

"are you sure? I mean, have you ever done this bef—"

"yes. it's okay baby," vi comforted you in that deep, husky tone of hers, still dominant even now: naked and underneath you.

you peered into her eyes one last time for reassurance, the sheets crumpled underneath your fingers as you gripped them for support, and before you could chicken out you slowly pushed your length in.

your hips met with a hollow thud, and you both let out languid, nearly pornographic moans at the feeling. her fingers reached up as she tried to adjust to you and traced the bones in your shoulders.

"baby, fuck," she panted.

you managed to open your eyes and started to take in the state of her, this new side of her that no one else had ever seen and that you were already obsessed with.

her face was flushed red, she was clutching onto you for once instead of the opposite occuring, and her muscles tensed then relaxed every time your silicone cock moved against her walls a little.

"baby? are you ok—oh, fuck!" she started before you cut her off with a harsh thrust. you earned a whine from her, a sound you'd never heard her make before, and got addicted to the frequency—pounding and pounding and pounding her cunt just to hear it again.

every time your hips met her abs tensed and tits bounced, and her face would scrunch up as she tried to cope with just how good she was feeling.

you weren't composed either, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead and slick leaking from your pussy every time the base of the strap nudged your clit.

everything was moving so fast, and amidst the chaos of her core clenching your length, her whines flooding your ears, and your eyes rolling back, a newfound confidence overtook you.

"you look so pretty like, like this—ah. could get used to you—hmngh! under me," you got out between pants and whimpers, a little taken aback yourself at how in control you were acting.

"w—what?" she moaned out in confusion but gripped your dick tighter anyway. your big, strong girlfriend who prided herself on how well she could fuck the daylights out of you was getting turned on by the fact you were using her like a cheap whore.

the thought alone tore a strained moan out of you, and her hands moved to grip your biceps for support as your thrusts got rougher, deeper, faster.

"I'm gonna..." she trailed off, breath hitching as you hit that special spongy spot in her cunt. she was completely fucked out now, tits flushed and nipples hard, skin shining with sweat, and pussy almost sore from how good you were railing her. she'd entirely stopped trying to pretend there was an ounce of dominance left in her by then, just wanting to soak the bed and cum.

"me too. c'mon, be good for me, cum on my cock baby, please," you slipped up, that submissive and whiny part of you starting to resurface.

with a few more sloppy kisses, almost painfully fast thrusts, and incoherent sweet nothings you both came so loud your vision turned white.

you tensed up, fingers gripping vi's hips so tight they were sure to leave bruises, and she completely softened under your touch, head thrown back into the pillows as she moaned again and again and again.

by the time you'd rode it out you were collapsed on top of her, burning hot and exhausted.

"... so," you started with a sleepy smile, "does this mean I'm in charge now?"

"go to hell." <3