hello!

Lyndsie, any pronouns, currently obsessed with eva stratt :)

[notmysundaybest-27]

little introduction post!

i’m lyndsie!

any pronouns

my main blog is @drummah-in-a-rocknroll-band

i mostly just reblog fics on this account, but i'm gonna start posting my writing!

that being said i'll probably end up writing (x reader) for eva stratt, olesya ilyhukina, and platonic!ryland grace

and i'll write eva x ilyhukina and a lot of gen/platonic phm fics

[notmysundaybest-27]

I love writing cringe fanfiction on company time :) I work at a hotel and I have a LOT of downtime currently

[aspenlovescinema]

Hear me out, Eva Stratt x younger!reader but no, you’re not a scientist, nor an engineer, assistant, NOTHING. You don’t even work for Stratt. Actually- You and her have been dating for YEARS, since you were still in college serving coffee to pay bills, when you met Eva with her outrageously specific order. You guys are literally the opposite; at least in appearances, you both are. But you two connect so well that it didn’t matter to neither of you. You didn’t even study anything related to the matter, you study literature and desire to become a poet!

Now, during the project, Olesya and Grace tease her a little for how closed and private she is, but when she sighs, opens up, and tells that she actually has a lovey dovey softie younger girlfriend waiting for her once the Project finishes, they just stare and yell “WHAT?????”

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ busy working (busy fucking) ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. eva stratt x f! reader — project hail mary

╰₊✧ that time when eva’s personal life and professional life grew dangerously close when she answered the phone while fucking you┊2k words

contains: smut!! dom eva & sub reader┊established relationship (married), strap-ons, slight exhibitionism (with olesya), slight angst

➤ author’s note: happy pride month!! you guys should send me your eva and olesya requests because god knows i should be giving them more attention

everyone who has ever had the pleasure of meeting her knows how eva is an extremely diligent and hard worker, a quality that she’s possessed ever since she was working part-time as a teenager, to now, where she was the madam director who was overseeing the most important project in history to save humanity. she always takes her job very seriously, even if it’s only the little tasks, and she would easily win an olympic gold medal if it were a sport. it’s one of her most famous qualities, along with her unwavering professionalism, and it’s something that everyone admires about her, although they are all slightly baffled at how she always makes it seem so effortless. even after putting her all into her work for hours on end, she never seems to break a sweat or grow exhausted, making some wonder if she’s secretly a robot or if she’s just that good. either way, her confidence and ability to get things done with a snap of her fingers assure everyone that their mission will succeed, putting all of their trust in her and her decisions. 

still, despite having the world on their shoulders and working around the clock regardless of where the sun is positioned, she always makes the effort to arrive home in time for dinner and some quality time with her beloved wife. considering the gravity of their situation, most people refuse to leave until they have finished or figured out whatever it was they were working on, but no one is bitter towards eva for leaving at a reasonable time, especially considering that she always arrives as the ass crack of dawn and is in the most stressful position of them all. besides, if anything important happens, then they could easily send a call or a text, and she’ll return like lightning even if it were past midnight.

and every evening, she thanks the universe for giving her such a wonderful and understanding partner. she can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you to be so alone while she’s out working with the fate of the world in her hands, having no one to keep you company aside from your pet cats and occasionally going out with other loved ones to keep the loneliness at bay for months on end. despite the gravity of the situation, most would start feeling frustrated about only being able to see their spouse for maybe two hours of the day if they are lucky before going to bed together, always waking up to find their side of the bed cold and empty, and yet, you have never complained nor commented on it even once. all you do is smile when she comes home, embracing her with a kiss, and enjoying her company while it lasts. it’s true that having your darling wife away from you for so long is difficult, but the fact that she stepped up and accepted such an important role only reminded you of how wonderful and brave she is, and it only makes you remember how you grew to love her in the first place and how, not matter how difficult, you wouldn’t want to have anyone other than her by your side. 

it seems that tonight was a special occasion since she returned home a couple of hours earlier than she usually does, allowing you both the time to cuddle up in bed before a simple kiss turned into something more heated. you were a little worried about taking up time she could be using to get extra sleep, because god knows she needs it, but it’s also been so long since the two of you have been intimate that you couldn’t stop yourself from rubbing up against her.

truth be told, your longing to be close to her has been making you feel extra needy, making do with your own fingers or the vibrator you bought her as a gag gift, and eva could tell by the way you were gripping onto her sleeves to pull her closer. still, she didn’t make a comment on it to avoid making you feel too embarrassed to continue. after all, she was starting to feel the heat as well, especially when her fingers trailed down to slip past your underwear, pleasantly surprised to see how soaked you were already.

she’s been missing this just as much as you have, you can tell by the way she kisses you as if she will never have the chance to again, all sensual and tender while her digits begin pumping within you. the little squelching sounds coming from her actions sounded like music to her ears when all she’s been hearing all day were numbers, technical science terms, and the sound of machinery running, although it wasn’t nearly as angelic-sounding as your soft moans while you called out her name and pleaded for more. you’re so impatient, a trait that she would normally tut at you for, but she was willing to let it slide this time around for this special occasion.

before long, the pace had been picked up with eva’s hips snapping into yours, her black strap coated in your creamy arousal while your nails dug into her back. despite her age and her life-long focus on academics rather than any kind of physical training, she still manages to keep a consistent speed that makes your eyes roll back. the building pleasure forming in your abdomen had you gasping, making you realize that it’s really been that long since you last had an orgasm, unable to really get anything done without her help, and often giving up while feeling frustrated. 

but then, just as you were about to receive that high that you’ve been waiting to feel for so long, you heard your wife’s phone starting to ring. you could feel yourself freeze at the sound, fully expecting eva to take a pause so that she could answer, but she did something you could have never expected. her eyes flickered over to read the name on the screen, and she looked irritated at first, understandably, but when she looked back at you, she impulsively answered the phone right then and there, putting the caller on speakerphone before putting a finger to her lips to indicate for you to be quiet. 

maybe she wasn’t thinking straight, maybe she was just getting annoyed by the sound of her ringtone, but one thing is for certain: she was highly amused by the panicked look on your face as she answered. you didn’t quite understand everything they were talking about, as someone in a field other than rocket science, but it sounded a lot like olesya, and it seemed like she was telling her about how there’s been an important development made that would really help with their mission.

but it was nearly impossible for you to really listen when your lover is inches deep inside of you with the head of her strap massaging against your sweet spot, and she wouldn’t stop wiggling her hips as if she was trying to illicit a reaction out of you, like she enjoyed the sight of you squirming with your hand clasped over your mouth. it truly is out of character for her to be behaving like this, especially considering the fact that she was strict about keeping her personal life separate from her work life. when you once drove over to the facility to drop off her lunch, everyone was struck by the fact that their madam director also had a home and family to go home to, sort of like how little kids get surprised when they realize their teachers aren’t just living and sleeping somewhere in the school. 

after the first minute or so of mostly one-sided conversation, she started her movements again, rolling her hips at a slower, more steady pace with her thumb lowering to rub at your clit. the contact was electrifying, making you arch your back while choking back a loud gasp that was just quiet enough not to sound like a strangled cry. you were so embarrassed and yet strangely turned on by the idea of getting caught, and you would be lying if you said the way eva was looking at you wasn’t turning you on even more.

the people around her know she isn’t emotionless, but she never quite seems to show any feelings other than urgency, mild irritation, approval, or disapproval. you, on the other hand, get the privilege of seeing her wide range of emotions, frequently having the honor to see her smile and frown, and at the moment, her pure and unaltered desire for you. it’s a look you’ve seen in passing over the past few days, a flicker that she wondered if she should pursue, but decided against because of how busy she was. now, she was going to have to head back to the facility after thinking that she would finally be able to have a long-awaited night in with you, but she would be damned if she was going to leave without giving you the orgasm that you’ve been aching for all this time. 

“i’m a little busy right now, but i’ll be over as soon as possible.”

“it’s almost ten pm, what are you busy doing—?”

once she hung up the phone, five minutes at most which felt like an agonizing hour with how slow the pleasure she was giving you was, she couldn’t help but compliment you, “you did such a good job, i’m surprised.”

“not as surprised as i was, what were you thinking when you picked up the phone like that?”

she let out a little hum of amusement, leaning down to give you another kiss, “i was thinking that you were the most beautiful woman alive, but i already knew that. you weren’t uncomfortable, were you?” she smiled when you grew flustered, knowing full well that both of you had done much worse before, especially when you two were in the honeymoon phases of your relationship.

before you could come up with a witty response, eva moved her hips back and slammed them back into you, making you grab onto her shoulders for stability. after warming her strap all this time, she was finally getting back to business, making you dizzy as she continuously pounded into you. the pleasure you were feeling before was rushing back to you all too fast, your pitched gasps were turning into increasingly wanton moans. she had you reduced to a total pillow princess, which doesn’t happen as often as some may think, but there really was nothing you could do other than take everything she’s giving you, throwing your head back into the pillow and crying out her name until your climax washed over you like a tidal wave. 

for a moment, you felt like you had the wind knocked out of you with a faint ringing in your ears to go along with it, feeling eva’s hands caress your face as you came back to. oh, she wanted to stay there with you forever, the way she wanted to when she first fell in love with you and when you got married, yet she still had to grab her things and drive over to work as soon as possible when she should be helping you clean up and cuddling up with you until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

no matter how much assurance you give her, there will always be a little bit of guilt in her for putting you second to her work, especially since she was already painfully aware that her workaholic tendencies often would put a strain on your relationship. still, you understand her predicament with the cruel fate the world is doomed to suffer without her, and while you wait for her like a woman waiting for her lover to return from a war, all eva can do is hope that their plan will run smoothly so that she can eventually return home with you. she will never be able to relax until one of the astronauts sends back a solution for the dimming sun or until humanity dies out, but no matter what happens, at least she’ll be by your side throughout it all.

requested by anon:

HEYHEYHEYYY GIRLY IT’S ME AGAIN 👅👅👅 ofc I come to BEG more Eva Stratt smut cuz DAMN this woman is fine and DAMN your writing is smooth and GRAH I COULD EAT IT WHOOOLE THE LAST ONE WAS SOOO GOOD GRRRR 👅👅👅

anyways it suddenly came to mind a small idea, perhaps write the scene of the phone call thingy that you added in the nsfw alphabet? HEHEHE THAT WAS MY FAVORITE I COULDN’T STOP READING THAT PART 👅👅👅👅

WHATEVER THANK YOU I LOVE YOU AND YOUR FICS THEY’RE REALLY GOOD MUAK XOXO AND SCISSORS ✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️

[notmysundaybest-27]

Here's a snippet of one of my Stratt x Ilyhukina wips in hopes it will give me the motivation to finish! It's almost certainly cringe but idc

"The first thing Eva Stratt felt after finding out the names of the astrophage incident casualties was grief, as expected. The second thing she felt was relief, which was less than expected. Eva was alone in her office when she forced herself to confront this emotion. She shouldn’t feel relieved; she just lost both DuBois and Shapiro and will have to soon tell Dr. Grace he’s their only viable replacement. So why does she feel this way? Is it because she didn’t lose both of the other astronauts in the blast? Yes, that must be it. Her thoughts are interrupted by a knock at her office door."

[notmysundaybest-27]

If I start posting fics about Eva Stratt and/or Olesya Ilyhukina would anyone read them? I've always been too timid to post my writing, but I have so many thought about these two!

[myboipracticallyimagines]

Good Girl - Eva Stratt x Reader

Prompt: EVA STRATT X ASSISTANT!READER!! CONTROVERSIALLY YOUNG GF LFG!!!

Warnings: SMUT (minors dni), Mommy kink (sorry it was obviously coming), inappropriate workplace relationship (it’s Stratt, come on now), age-gap (reader is in mid-20s)

(A/N: why is it so hard to write smut?? it genuinely takes me so long to write every time)

(A/N #2 - I wrote this via phone, so please ignore the formatting errors until I can fix them on my laptop :))

Eva Stratt was being sued. Not in a cute little ‘personal theft’ way, but in a ‘the entirety of the human race is banding against you’ kind of way. You illegally download the entire array of human creative to a few thumb drives and suddenly you’re a thief.

Whatever.

It’s a waste of effort, resources, and most importantly time, but they don’t care. Copyright infringement is clearly the biggest fish to fry.

She didn’t give you much of a warning before the trip; she probably didn’t know too far out in advance, herself. Unfortunately news of the trial had already broke and every hotel in the city was booked solid. You needed nine rooms to cover her entourage and the task of finding those rooms took hours.

You eventually found a hotel with a floor blocked off for a family reunion. Sorry Carpenter family, but thanks to the power of the United States government, you will be having a few unexpected guests!

Other than the hotel reservations, you were in charge of securing travel and security, each a new headache. This one task had completely taken over everything else you did.

You had just perfected her coffee order and now some other assistant was bringing it to her. That should’ve been you, damnit! What if the new guy was flirting with her when he dropped it off? That was your job!

And you were good at it, too.

You’d started sprinkling it in a few weeks after she’d brought you in as her assistant. You’d draw hearts on her coffee cups or x’s at the end of your notes to her. If you were in conversation, you’d sneak glances at her lips.

She was the most powerful woman on the planet, and also the hottest, in your opinion. Maybe it was the aura of confidence radiating off of her, but you were drawn to her in a way that was not safe for work.

It was no wonder you were infatuated with her.

Finally, the day of the trial came. You traveled for over eighteen hours just to land in Nowhere, USA and were in and out of the courtroom in seven minutes.

Seven.

Fucking.

Minutes.

“What a waste of time,” Eva said, collapsing into the backseat of the car.

“I don’t imagine they’ll call you to trial anytime soon, Ms. Stratt.”

She shook her head in exasperation. “I hope not.”

She said nothing else for the rest of the drive. The hotel was close to the courtroom, so, thankfully, it wasn’t long.

The driver dropped you at the door and you rushed to check in. The desk agent processed you quickly, handing over a stack of key cards.

The flight team entered first, eager to get to sleep before the early morning takeoff. Your drivers were next, for the same reason. Then security entered with Stratt at their heels. She looked annoyed, or bored. You were never really sure.

After giving security their cards you found yourself with a single key left. You looked up to her as the color faded from your face. “Sorry, I must not have checked into all the reservations,” you spit out, stumbling over your words.

“Hi again!” you said to the front desk agent. “I think I’m missing a room?”

“Let me double check,” she said, typing into her computer. After a moment, she shook her head. “Nope, all checked in.”

“No, I know I booked enough rooms,” you said, face starting to burn. “I double checked my count like four times.” Eva was right behind you and you were fucking it all up. You’d never been more embarrassed in all your life.

The agent smiled. “You’re mistaken.”

Eva took a step forward. “If she says she booked the rooms then she booked the rooms. What are you going to do to fix your mistake?”

“Ma’am,” the woman started. “I can guarantee you that we did not make a mistake on our end. Nine rooms were booked and nine rooms were checked in to.”

Your heart stopped beating. “Nine was my count.” You paused. “I didn’t count myself.” You’re completely frozen as you stare at Stratt. She was going to fire you and leave you in fucking Nebraska, probably never to be heard of again.

She sighed. “My apologies. Are there any rooms available to book?”

“No, we’re full for the evening. There’s a hotel about five miles away you could try.”

“Okay, thank you,” she said before grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you away.

“Ms. Stratt, I am so sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll go to that hotel and I’ll be here before you guys are up. Please don’t fire me,” the words came out jumbled and mushed together but she just sighed.

“You aren’t fired. And you’re not going to another hotel. The drivers and security are already in their rooms.”

“Of course, I don’t want to bother them. I can just sleep in the car probably. It’ll be fine for one night.”

She shakes her head. “No. You will stay in my room. It’ll be easier that way, anyway.”

You start to protest, but she’s already called the elevator. “In you go,” she orders, pulling both suitcases in with her. You follow obediently.

You remain at her heels until you make it to her room. She holds it open for you before pulling your bag in. “I should be doing that. I’m so sorry, Ms. Stratt. I can’t believe I fucked up so bad.”

“Sit,” she commands, motioning to the lone bed in the center of the room. You obey, shaking as you balance on the edge. She makes her rounds of the room: drawing the blinds, locking the door, dimming the lights. Your eyes trail her.

When she finishes, she stands in front of you. “Why are you so tense?”

Your voice shakes. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You made a simple mistake. Why are you shaking?” Her voice is calm, even, but it still rattles you.

“I want to do good for you. Want you to be proud of me.” The truth stings your chest.

She hums. “It takes a lot more than proper counting to make me proud.”

Your skin burns. “I know.”

“Then why would this make any difference?”

“I don’t know. I just want to be good for you.”

“You are good for me.”

“Then why did you stick me on trial duty for weeks?”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Why does that matter?”

“Because I liked what I did before. I liked getting your coffee and following you into your meetings to take notes.” Your cheeks burn. “I miss being around you, I guess.”

“I put you on the trial because I wanted you to come with me. I don’t like any of the other assistants enough to be stuck with them for so long.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just saying that because I’m embarrassing myself.”

“I’m not. But it is cute that you’re embarrassed.” You blush harder, turning away from her and shoving your face into the comforter. “Come on, stop it,” she orders gently. “Go clean up and we will go to bed.”

You scurry away quickly, hoping that a long shower would straighten out your mind. You’re barely two minutes in when the door opens. The glass of the shower is only frosted from your neck down, so you see her enter the bathroom clearly.

Her eyes lock on yours as she shuts the door behind her. “Need some help?”

You nod, throat dry. “Yes, please,” you choke out. She undresses quickly before slipping in behind you. Your bravery evades you and you stare at the shower head, unable to risk a look at the woman you’re so desperate for.

She starts with shampoo, working carefully and diligently, like she did in all things. Her fingers move carefully through your hair, careful not to snag any tangles. Your eyes flutter close. It feels so nice, her touching you like this. “Grace never treated you this nice, no?”

You roll your eyes. “I was his assistant for one day before you commandeered me. No, he never washed my hair.”

“Figured. That’s why I’m such a good boss.”

You turn to face her, staring up into her softened eyes. “You’re showering with me as my boss, huh?”

“Of course.”

“You wash the hair of all your subordinates, Ms. Stratt?”

She clicks her tongue. “Only the ones that flirt with me when they bring me my coffee.” You turn your back to her again to try and block the blush on your cheeks. “You can’t possibly believe you were being subtle.”

“I did until now.”

She laughs under her breath as she moves to wash the rest of your body. Her touch is light, but it lingers. Every inch of skin that she touches is set ablaze, leaving you wanton and wanting.

When she finally stops, you’re on fire. “Your turn.”

She shakes her head. “You go, I’ll finish up in here.” You start to argue, but she raises her eyebrow, stopping you in your tracks. You obey and scurry back into your shared room.

You’d packed exactly one pair of pajamas in your overnight bag, and you didn’t need to look at them to know they weren’t the fuck me kind. So you took another risk and curled under the covers in nothing.

Eva emerged a few minutes later, hair tied in a knot behind her head and completely undressed. You actually took the time to study her form this time and you drank her in. If this was the last time you’d see her like this, you wanted it to be burned into your mind.

She was so fucking beautiful.

She was everything good and soft and warm left in the fucked up world she was trying to save.

“You’re not very subtle, baby,” she purrs, tossing up the covers to climb into bed beside you. She smirks when she notices your lack of clothing. “Lay on your side, dear.”

You obey, turning to face the covered window. You feel her fall into place a moment later before she wraps an arm around you to pull you closer. Your body relaxes into hers instantly. Her skin is still warm from the shower, though you imagine your skin would warm from her touch alone. She uses her free hand to run her fingers through your hair, lulling you into complete rest.

You sigh contentedly. It’d been so long since you’d been touched like this. And never had it felt the way it did when it was by her hand.

“See, why would you ever want your own room?” she whispered into your ear.

“I don’t. Just want you.”

“I know, baby. Mommy will give you what you need.” Your chest cracks open with need at her words. You arch your back into her body, desperate for more of her touch. “So desperate, baby. Let mommy take care of you.”

She starts slow, with gently fingers tracing the curve of your body. Every place she touches tingles as goosebumps dot your flesh. She knows exactly how to pull the sensation out of you and has you a sensitized mess in mere minutes.

You whine when she stops. Her presence is overbearing behind you and you turn to see her staring at you, a deep frown on her beautiful features. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because if I don’t stop now, I’m afraid I’m not going to.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“I know. That’s why I need to.”

You could tell she was one wrong move away from cracking. So you crawled into her lap and made it for her. “Please touch me, Ms. Stratt.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, but she didn’t stop you. You pushed your legs down on either side of her, straddling her. She didn’t stop you as you brought your lips to her neck, kissing and suckling on every part of her skin you could reach. She didn’t even stop you when your hips began to move as you sought out friction. She simply watched you, allowing you to use her to work yourself up.

Her hands began moving when you started to moan.

She ran them up and down your form, cupping your breasts before tracing down to hold your hips as they ground into her. Not once did her eyes leave yours.

It’s not enough. You need more of her on you, over you, in you. Every part of you needs to scream from her touch.

“Need you to fuck me, mommy.”

She moves expeditiously.

She flips your bodies with ease, hovering over you, perfectly encapsulating your frame with hers. “So beautiful, my pretty girl,” she purrs. “Look so pretty getting yourself off on me.”

You whine when she doesn’t immediately touch you. “So needy. Mommy’s going to take care of you, baby.”

“Please,” you gasp. “Please, mommy.”

She smiles. “Just like that, baby. Let mommy hear you.”

“I need you,” you moan as her fingers move to your slick entrance. One of her hands is planted an inch to the right of your head, holding her over you, while the other sinks into your core, immediately drawing moans from your lips.

She sets an easy pace, one that would typically bore you. But with her hands in place of yours, you can already feel the pressure building inside of you. Your back arches in pleasure, forcing your cunt closer to her but she pushes you back down, shaking her head gently. “Not yet, baby. You don’t cum until I say you can.”

You whine but her stern look snaps you back into position. You could do this for her. “Now be a good girl and touch Mommy.”

Her syrupy sweet orders are immediately followed as you rush to touch her. You’re clumsy, at first, etching her form as she did before. You finally settle on her thighs, holding both of them a bit above where they’ve caged your own.

You slowly move inward, towards her center. She studies every movement you make, although you’re sure she knows what you’re going to do before you do it. Still, she jumps when your fingertips connect with her clit. “Is this okay?” you ask, staring wide-eyed up at her.

She smiles. “Yes, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” You mirror her movements back on her, noting what makes you feel best and copying it back on her. She takes note of this and changes her movements once more. The feeling of her in your hand, of her hand in you, is too much. You feel the familiar tightening of your inner walls - you’re painfully close.

“Mommy, please,” you beg. “Need to cum.”

“I know, baby.” She pulls your hand from her core and lowers herself onto your thigh, grinding into it as she chases her own pleasure. It’s so fucking hot that a low moan escapes your throat. “Good girl,” she pants, movements growing erratic. “Cum for mommy.”

You do, immediately falling over the edge. Your walls spasm around her fingers as she grinds down on your thigh, her own filthy moans mixing in with yours. The pleasure that ripples over you is overwhelmingly good. Whimpers and moans and curses fall from your lips as you grind against her fingers until your body finally collapses.

Sniffles replace your moans as you come down. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s got you.” Your skin was fuzzy and warm and your heart ached. You needed to be closer to her. She could sense your need and pulled you into her lap. Her kisses peppered your neck as you cried. “Good girl, let it out.”

“I need you, Eva,” you hiccuped. “Please don’t leave me.”

“No, baby. I’d never,” she shushed you. “I’d never do that.”

She rocks you gently as you cry, riding out the overwhelm of emotions with you. Only when you’ve finally settled does she sink into the pillows beside you, wrapping herself around your pliant frame. With the weight of her behind you, you find sleep easily.

The next morning is hectic. Eva lets you sleep as long as she possibly can and you rush to collect the rest of your things as the clock ticks down. You want to say so much more to her, to beg her not to leave you, but you just don’t have the time.

When you try to pull away from her when leaving the elevator, she pulls you back into her, wrapping her hand around yours. Your eyes widen. “Really?”

She smiles. “Yes, baby. You’re mine. I’m not going to hide you.”

Hand-in-hand, you step out of the elevator. She didn’t let go of you when the receptionist furrowed her eyebrows, or the flight crew’s jaws dropped, or when the blinding lights of reporters caught you in their shots. Her hold on you never faltered.

The time would come when her crimes and malefactions would catch up with her. A day would come when she would be asked to pay for her sins against the world, against Ryland, against you.

She would pay for it all then.

And she would do it happily.

[cosmicstrawberrycake]

Forever | E.S. |

hiiii !! this is just a mini drabble (1024 words) that i wanted to share !! a cute little moment between eva and reader ft. drunken tomfoolery from the Hail Mary crew !! lmk what you think + if you have any requests !! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

cw: not beta read , lots of alcohol mentions , fem-aligned reader , and a slight tinge of sappy cringe !

“evalyn,” you slur, setting down your half-full glass of red wine.

“yes, my love?” she responds dutifully, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“put… the ones i like on.”

“you’re going to have to be a little more specific, dear.”

“my 50s and 60s vinyl. with all the good ones i like. i need to belt them as soon as physically possible, please.”

“you’re aware we need to be up and ready at 6:00 in the morning?” she murmurs, gently caressing your cheek with her thumb. “and you’re… not exactly making it easy to stand.”

you decide to nestle yourself into an even more comfortable spot, burying your face into the side of her neck and smiling. 

“im sure you’ll find a way.”

eva sighs, but keeps her arm slung around you nonetheless. she can smell the perfume you’re wearing, and if there’s anything she’s going to get wasted on, it’s definitely that.

“damn, how drunk is she?”

amazing commentary from ms. ilyukhina.

“I thought you said she could handle alcohol! she’s a baby! you know, back home, we have drinking contest between 13 and 80 year old. everyone drinks together all the time. red wine is like baby formula.”

“thank you, ilyukhina.” stratt sighs, holding back a laugh. “could you put that 50s record on? the one with her name on it, please.”

the woman— who i must mention is holding two different cups, filled to the brim with equally concerning looking liquids, both clearly only for her— shoots some finger guns at eva, and is on her way.

when the music starts and you bolt up in excitement, she already knows to dodge your head.

“ohmigod, honey! do you know what song this is? do you know it?” you can’t help but grin wildly at her.

and she can’t help but beam right back. she listens for a moment, then locks her eyes with yours once more.

“this is our song, isn’t it?” she lets her voice drop again to that nice, soft mumble that you adore. “forever, by the little dippers.”

you nod, slipping yourself off of her lap and landing somewhat stably on the floor. 

“c’mon, we have to dance!”

she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“have to?”

you roll your eyes at her the best you can.

“yes, eva. we have to!” you step closer to her and bat your eyelashes at her while you pout. just a little. “please? do it for me?”

the use of her name makes her heart skip a beat, and this time she can’t help but laugh a little, finally getting up from her spot on the couch. she settles her arm around your waist, making sure you won’t stumble from the effects of all the wine you’ve had.

“alright. let’s do it.”

both your and eva’s cheeks are flushed, partly from the wine, and partly from your closeness.

your arms are wrapped around her neck, and hers are in their usual position around your waist.

“i wish we could do this everyday,” she whispers, just loud enough so you can hear it.

“it’s a shame the world is ending, then.” you whisper right back, using every ounce of sobriety you have to keep your eyes trained on her eyes instead of her lips. “we’ll find a way, though, right? to keep dancing with each other?”

“yes, i think we can.” she responds, clutching your midriff a little tighter now. her pupils are so dilated you almost can’t see her irises. “but it won’t be as peaceful as this.”

“i don’t mind,” you sigh and rest your chin on her shoulder, making sure you’re as close to her as possible. “i don’t care if i have to break into a maximum security prison, eva. i will always find a way to dance with you.”

she snorts amusedly and smiles at your determination. “good. i’ll need you to break me out anyways.”

the two of you continue to sway, back and forth, and back and forth. when the song ends, and the only noises left in the room are glasses clinking and people conversing without a care in the world. but even as the chatter becomes louder, you and eva keep swaying.

“what’s all that racket, sweetheart?” she mutters, trying to pull you closer. it’s physically impossible, but it’s the thought that counts. 

“i think ilyukhina challenged dubois to a drinking contest.”

“mm.” she’s silent for a moment. “any idea what they’re drinking?”

“tequila mixed with some beer, i think.”

eva grimaces. “nasty. ruining perfectly good alcohol.”

the next song, hey lover by the daughters of eve, is considerably faster, but under the effects of all that wine, swaying is all the two of you can manage.

“who d’you think is gonna win?” you ask, your fingers gripping the fabric of her turtleneck sweater now— it’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt. 

“definitely ilyukhina.” she chuckles, slipping one of her cold hands under your top, letting it rest on the small of your back. “dubois can handle a lot, but that woman is like a whole other species when it comes to alcohol. it’s impressive.”

you hum softly in agreement, trying not to laugh as you see dr. grace cheering on the two contestants.

“alright, i’m beat.” eva murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “let’s go sit, love.”

quickly, the two of you resume your position on that nice, worn-in couch, her hand running over your hair and you snuggled as close as possible with your nose buried in the crook of her neck.

this time, you’re drunk off of her perfume, the notes of vanilla and sandalwood making everything around you seem a little bit more soft and warm than usual. or maybe it's just the wine.

as you ever so gently drift off into sleep, intertwining your fingers with stratt’s, she whispers something to you in german, soft and sweet. she knows how much you love it when she does so.

“Ich bringe sie um, wenn sie versuchen, dich mir wegzunehmen, mein Engel.”

“I'll kill them if they try to take you away from me, my angel.”

[supislupis]

Eva Stratt and Ellen Ripley plowing into you. 🫶

Ripley is thrusting from behind, hands on your hips. Eva is infront of you with her strap prodding at your lips. Giving Eiffel Tower.

Maybe I should make this longer.. idk..

[celestiamour]

I loved loved loved ur eva stratt x reader x olesya i would love if you wrote more of them 😏😏

ft. eva stratt x f! reader x olesya ilyukhina — project hail mary

╰₊✧ (slighty suggestive!!) eva likes her personal space, but unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, for her, you and olesya also like her personal space┊0.7k words

➤ author's note: i don’t have many ideas for these two so here’s another eva-focused one, but i love them so much, feel free to send any ideas you may have if you want more, it really helps

╰₊✧ eva has spent most of her adult life by herself. it’s not that she struggles to find company or that she’s unlikeable to be around, she just prefers having her own space and peace of mind after a long day of having her focus on other things that will give her a headache if she thinks about them for too long. she isn’t even half as cold or standoffish as she seems to be upon first meeting her, as you and olesya discovered, it just takes her a while to warm up to others, but once she finds that she enjoys your companionship, she can be quite friendly and caring in her own way. 

╰₊✧  one of the things that made it obvious to everyone with eyes and ears that the two of you have wormed your way into her seemingly stone-cold heart was how she doesn’t react when either of you invade her personal space. it’s not like you both get handsy with her in public, but rather, it’s the small things, like you putting a kiss on her cheek or olesya wrapping her arms around her for a quick embrace. for someone who always kept people at arm’s length, eva was surprisingly lenient with her girlfriends showing their love whenever you two felt like it, even if there were other people around, as long as it didn’t interfere with work. besides, she secretly loved the casual displays of affection, even though she seemingly brushed them off like they were nothing.

╰₊✧ whenever you and olesya work together, which you so frequently do, it’s even possible to get her flustered, and it’s the cutest thing in the world. there’s nothing like catching the stoic madam director off guard, making her pale complexion turn to a light pink as she trips over her words, followed by the two of you troublemakers running off while giggling like schoolgirls. despite all of the times that she's tamed and punished the two of you, you’re still as mischievous as always, as if you had addictions to pushing her buttons and riling her up, but nevertheless, she knows that she’ll have the last laugh once you all get home.

╰₊✧ the punishment is usually something that involves refusing to have either of you touch her, which she knows damn well is the real torture that’s more effective than anything she could have done in the bedroom. she’ll even be a tease by lounging about the house in more flowy or revealing coffee, sipping her coffee as she watches the nightly news, and shooting you a dirty look whenever you come too close. while you move to embrace olesya instead and whine about how mean eva is, the brunette can’t help but be proud that eva knows exactly what your weaknesses are and how to weaponize them, but her flattery will get her nowhere, considering that she was just as much of a victim of her self-isolation as you were. 

╰₊✧ things are almost always sorted out by the end of the day because eva is just as obsessed with having physical contact as you two are, and it just doesn’t feel right to retire to the bedroom without giving you two kisses. waking up in the morning is always a fun event when all three of you are tangled in the sheets with the oldest trying to get up while the younger two are trying to convince her that it’s too early. she almost always falls back to sleep while both of you cuddle up with her with minimal resistance, finding herself unable to say no when you look at her with puppy eyes.

╰₊✧ even if you and olesya aren’t home for whatever reason, the former has several cats that she has brought into your shared home, and they love to take up eva’s personal space almost as much as you both do. like owners like pets, she supposes. it’s a rare moment to see her all alone without one of the pets trying to brush up against her and sit in her lap, and while she usually acts indifferent, she warms up to them just as she did with the both of you, and can never stop herself from reaching out to scratch their little heads.

[stardustedseas]

Eva Stratt x reader toxic yuri where you were originally selected as a backup scientist to go on the suicide space mission for not only your intellect but also for how absolutely subservient you are. unfortunately for stratt, she gets attached to you big time, BUT also fortunately for her, grace comes along and also has the coma gene. even if you were originally next in line to be the fallback scientist, grace just happened to be unlucky enough to also have the coma gene and be a little lower on stratts totem pole. maybe you just happen to have an accident right before launch as well and are in absolutely no condition to take on the mission. grace may have been stratts best friend, but you are her favorite dog.

grace is a great man, kind, incredibly smart, passionate and loving, but he isnt the one eva stratt wants to keep by her side on a leash.

grace doesnt want to die, but stratt doesnt want you to die more.

youre always at her side and are still there waiting for her even after she is taken to prison. a dog would wait forever for its master and you are no different, eagerly falling back into step behind her when she gets out. you of course are taken to keep her company on the lonley years out at sea while waiting for project hail marys word

[messier31andromeda]

need some DEVASTATINGLY angsty eva fics right about now

[nociceptrix]

Shall I compare thee to some shit that's gay?

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

[supislupis]

I saw a Gif of Grace immediately going to hold Eva's hand during that first meeting with all the scientists and that gave me a thought.

You followed her around everywhere. Stuck by her side in almost every meeting. She let it slide because you were an important part of the mission and you weren't bothering anyone.

Meetings are kinda nerve-wracking. Anxiety is at a premium.

So you sought comfort. You would stand a little closer to eva, and make sure some part of your body would brush hers. That was enough for awhile, until the meetings grew longer and longer. By now Eva had started catching on. So she started linking her pinkie with yours. Subtle and unnoticeable but enough to make you feel lighter. And eventually, she would grasp your hand entirely.

ughhh 😩😩 need!! Also first drabble? This is pretty self-indulgent

[myownrighthandgirl]

If eva stratt could fuck a baby into me I’d let her

[heartshapedtext]

just a lil bit - eva stratt x reader

summary: Eva calls you over to her office because, just like her cigarettes, she must have her fix of you to decompress.

pairing: eva stratt x afab!reader

word count: 1.7k

rating: +18 this is pure filth mdni

warnings: there's absolute no plot at all, just p0rn. slapping, spitting, fingering, oral sex, hair pulling, HR violations lol, semi-public sex, people can hear you guys btw, fuck-and-go type of relationship. mentions of smoking, condescending eva but it's hot so it's okay

notes: i had the worst writers block and writing straight up filth was the only thing that got me out of it lol enjoy

She starts a 20-minute timer as soon as you step into her office.

Eva had a long fucking day, full of papers to fill out, science to make sense of, and trying to possibly save the world. When, at exactly 8 p.m., she sits on her favorite chair for the first time and lets out the biggest exhale a human could possibly muster, and finally has some peace and fucking quiet, she shuts her eyes for five seconds, and then sends for you.

That's not the usual routine; her day is never over at 8 p.m., and today certainly isn't an exception. Her assistant makes sure to remind her of it when she sees you walking over to her office. Eva knows it, there's not a single second she's blissfully ignorant or procrastinating about the fact that, well, humanity's fate weighs heavy on her shoulders, but just as much as she needs to gulp down two cups of coffee at 6a.m for five minutes, a few ten minutes smoke breaks throughout the day and a fifteen minute session of buying stupid shit before bed in order to function, she also needs her daily fill of you with your legs spread open in front of her, just so she can live in society as a tolerable human.

So you enter, close the door, and she drops the weird analog timer she always carries to keep track of her bad habits-induced breaks, and before you blink, Eva is on you.

She moves with one hand behind your head; there's no time for 'hi' as she kisses you deeply, pressing you against the wall. Eva melts into the kiss momentarily, a deep hum echoing and a soft exhale coming shortly after, accompanied by her leg parting yours and staying in the middle of them, pressing against your core.

She eats up your surprised moan, biting your lip and moving her other hand to your body, quickly exploring your breasts with a hungry squeeze and lingering fingers, passing by your stomach, raking her nails underneath your sweater, and then to the buttons of your jeans, "Can I have you, dear?"

She looks at you with her head tilted down, cocked slightly to the side, swollen lips, and disheveled hair. You nod eagerly, unable to speak, and you start to move to the couch on the side of her office. She grabs you by the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you to her before you even take a step, "I'm asking you again; can I have you?"

You open your lips and breathe out a weak 'yeah', to which she smiles in the most condescending manner, both hands soothing your hips, traveling south to give your ass a squeeze before soothing your hair, "it's a three-letter word, dear, try again. The real word. Speak properly."

"Yes," you tilt your head to chase after her lips again, her beautiful blue eyes boring into your face more as she pulls back slowly.

"Go on, sit down," Eva orders, reminding you she is, indeed, your boss, and how ridiculous this ongoing scheme between you is. You don't complain, how can you complain about being a toy she plays with and gives the softest pats on your cheek after you cum so hard you almost black out? She doesn't ask for much, just exceed expectations on your role in the mission, and you'll be rewarded with wonderful payment, multiple orgasms, and a gorgeous woman fucking you out on her office whenever she deems necessary. In normal circumstances, this arrangement would be an HR nightmare, but oh, aren't you glad you work under extraordinary conditions?

You sit down, quickly working on your pants and discarding them close enough. She kneels down in front of you, her fingers finding your calves and bringing them to her lips, eyes glued on your face and looking for reactions, unconsciously looking for positive reinforcement.

Eva has a soft spot for you, of course, she does, and while it is just sex for both of you, neither of you would mind staying up and talking for hours about nothing. It would never happen, as it has to be strictly casual and she has no time for relationships, but neither of you would, hypothetically, mind.

She licks a streak from your calf to your inner thigh, hands clasping around your legs and positioning them on her shoulders, and then coming to your hips to yank you to the edge of the seat. "Touch me, pull my hair," she murmurs, voice serene and a touch of her subtle accent coming through strategic breaths. You do as you're told, because why the fuck wouldn't you?

You grab a fistful of her orange slash blonde slash whatever hair, you're not very concerned about what hair tone she asks for, not when she nudges your covered slit with her nose.

She applies light pressure, "you smell delicious," she moans with eyes shut as if you're some kind of candy, and you can feel her warm breath on your damp underwear working as a warning before she kisses your center.

With her open lips, she forces the cotton against your clit, lapping her tongue across the entirety of your clothed pussy, the wet muscle providing barely enough friction but teasing you enough that you start rutting against it.

You can't help but let out an incomprehensible noise, tilting your head back on the cushioned seat. She knows there's a whole audience outside her office, poor security guards, and maybe her assistant, and, being the ever considerate and kind boss she is, gives your thigh a light slap. It has the opposite effect, the sharp pain going straight to your core, a strangled whine fighting its way out from your throat. "All this for a slap?" she whispers with a suppressed smirk, mocking you in the calmest voice and taunting eyes.

"Do you like it?" She asks again, genuine curiosity behind her words as she turns her head around to see the timer. Five more minutes, she shrugs, it'll do.

You nod, looking down to see her with two fingers, setting aside your underwear, a deep groan rumbling in her chest.

She blows cool air before bringing a finger to collect slick from your opening and bringing it to your clit, so focused it makes you shy under her gaze.

Eva rubs tight circles on your bud, her lips parted as she occasionally licks them, and you can do nothing but watch. You move your hips on her fingers, adding to the stimulation, short whines falling from your mouth.

She looks at you before attaching her lips to your cunt, attacking your clit with suction and your entrance with a finger. She has no time for teasing; she's aware, but she can feel you tightening when she curls her singular finger, when she releases your clit and gives it kitten licks, so she's okay with enjoying it for a while.

You keep trying to close your legs around her head, sharp pleasure being offered at you whenever a particular movement from her tongue makes you bite down on your hand harshly. She delivers another slap, harsher this time and on your clit, forcing a moan out of you. "That's good," she whispers before latching onto your cunt again.

She flattens her tongue, slurping your slick and inserting another finger into you, and then another. She's satisfied with three fingers pumping in and out as she makes out with your throbbing pussy.

There's nothing else to do but to grind on her face, grabbing her hair to keep her from moving away as her lips work ferociously. With a particular harsh tug, she moans, and that's all you need to pull even harder. In delicious retaliation, she speeds up her fingers and tongue, staggered hums working for her as you feel the vibrations of her noises all over.

Eagerly rolling her tongue on your clit and tilting her fingers so the palm of her hand can also provide friction, you almost bite off your own hand trying to stay quiet, whimpers and desperate moans filling her office with the squelching sound of your pussy. You curl your toes with each eager and breathless, sloppy suck she gives, and how into it she seems, thrusting her tongue and licking all over, nose pressing the top of your clit.

You feel your orgasm creeping up as she presses her fingers against the top walls, flattening the tongue and letting you hump her face, her moans sounding like she's being sent over the edge as much as you, bright blue eyes big and her pupils blown wide as your mouth opens wide and no sound comes out, the warmth spreading all over your body as you cum, desperately grinding to prolong it.

She takes her fingers off you, tongue still out and used by you. With a final sob, you yank her head away from you, your walls clenching over nothing as two of your fingers gather her spit and your cum, placing them inside her mouth. She licks them clean, head bobbing and firm fingers grabbing your wrist, returning them to your own mouth.

She pulls you into a sloppy kiss, nasty and tastes like sex. Eva holds your chin as she stands up, and then bends down to spit on your mouth, a tilt of her head ordering you to swallow. She nods when you do, "there you go. Thank you, give me one more kiss."

You stand up, a sweeter kiss being offered to you as she fixes your underwear back into place. "You can go, now."

You nod, quickly dressing yourself and tidying up your hair. She's immediately back at her desk, writing something in complete immersion. You wave her goodbye, and she answers with a gentle voice.

Someone opens the door for you, but you're not confident enough to look into the eyes of someone who just heard you let out the most pathetic noises a minute before, so you just thank the hand with an awkward smile.

You're not even a step away when you hear the timer go off, and you can't help but giggle before going back to work, panties soaked and a smile on your face.

Eva shuts the timer off, way more relaxed than when she settles for the cigarette

[messier31andromeda]

My lesbian ahh manifesting, praying, begging, screaming, exploding for Eva Stratt x reader content without Rylandd