I write these words with a broken heart… You may come across this post in a few moments, but for my children, every day that passes without food or basic necessities becomes heavier than the last.
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When you and Abby go to see a movie together, you weren't expecting a bit of jealousy to be what finally gets the two of you together.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. smut, rough smut, dom! abby, sub! reader, jealous! Abby, lesbian pining, fingering, strap-on smut, dirty talk, Abby calls reader a slut, but reader likes it.
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When Abby agreed to see this late horror movie with you, you already knew she was going to have you a shaking, moaning mess by the end of the night. That was just what you two did.
You had been part of the same friend group since high school. You were not exactly the closest in the gang in some senses, but there was always a tension between you. It grew and festered until it erupted into a drunk, clumsy fuck in the bathroom at a random senior house party.
You knew Abby was not the relationship type, usually sticking to short flings. You could not bear to lose her by confessing the pathetic crush you had on her for the past year, so the next day you texted her that you did not want what happened to affect your friendship, but you did not hide that you enjoyed it. Since then, you had been the definition of friends with benefits, sneaking off on nights out for a moment alone or meeting up when either of you needed a quick release.
Your friends knew, of course, rolling their eyes when you both returned with frazzled hair and a flimsy excuse. Eventually you started sitting together at every occasion, thighs brushing and sparking heat between your legs every time. You would go to your place together, and then she would leave before you even caught your breath.
You did not mind at first. But the more time you spent together, the more that heat spread into a warmth in your chest. The kind that appeared when she showed up with your favorite complicated coffee order, or when you heard her obnoxiously loud laugh. You tried to push the feelings down, reminding yourself of all the other women she had at her fingertips. But no matter what, you could not help wanting more.
You walked into the theatre a friendly distance apart, laughing at how scared you were to see the film.
"Why are we even here if you are so scared?" Abby chuckled, holding the door open for you.
"Well, if I am being honest, maybe I have a little soft spot for the actress?" you teased, practically skipping toward the snack counter.
"Oh, is that so?" Abby’s voice husked as she trailed behind you. Her tone had darkened, jealous perhaps. But that would be silly. She did not like you enough to be petty over some D-list celebrity. "Well maybe you should slip into her DMs. You never know."
"Maybe I will. I am single after all." You glanced back smugly before approaching the pretty brunette server leaning lazily on the counter.
You listed off your order as well as Abby’s. You already knew what she wanted. Hearing that you had it covered, Abby tuned out and began scrolling on her phone, trying to settle her fast-beating heart. She cracked her shoulder, releasing the tight grip she had on the device.
The truth was, Abby had had a sappy crush on you since the moment she met you. When you two hooked up at that party, she had been ecstatic the next day, thinking you felt the same way. When you texted that you did not want to ruin the friendship, her heart had practically broken. Luckily, something good came out of what you called a mistake. She got to fuck your sweet pussy whenever she desired. And for now, that would do.
Her scrolling was interrupted by your luscious giggle. She looked up with a small smile, one that vanished instantly when she saw the cause.
That dirty "hey mamas" stoner girl was practically climbing over the counter to get closer to you, and Abby was not having it. Storming forward, she stepped in front of you, blocking the server’s view, and slapped her card on the counter. Her smile was tight as she glanced at the name tag.
"Just put it on there, thanks... Ellie."
She grabbed the drinks and snacks herself, snatching back her card and nudging you toward the screen with her hip without another look at the brunette.
Abby’s jealousy faded as the movie went on. She laughed every time you jumped and she enjoyed the way you leaned closer until you were tucked under her arm by the end. As the credits rolled, you did not want to leave. You felt like a couple, intimate and soft, not just two people who fucked in the dark.
Abby delayed standing as long as she could, basking in the feeling of you seeking her for protection. Eventually the lights flipped on and your bubble burst.
You both left brushing shoulders, talking animatedly about the jump scares, when someone called behind you.
"Hey!"
You turned to see the cute girl from earlier jogging toward you, glancing around nervously before handing you a slip of paper with a messy number scribbled on it.
"Call me." She winked, biting her lip as her eyes roamed your body. She rubbed her hands together like a horny little goblin and Abby could not take it for another second.
For the second time that night, Abby stepped between you. She plucked the paper from your hands and flicked it casually into the trash.
"She's taken."
You barely had time to react before the taller woman wrapped an arm possessively around your waist and dragged you away from the stunned server.
"Abby, what—" you gasped as she shoved you forward once you reached the barren parking lot.
"Shut the fuck up and get in the back of the car." She clicked her keys, unlocking the Jeep.
Usually you would kick anyone’s ass for talking to you like that, but not Abby. One, because you wouldn't stand a chance, and two, because you liked it. Sure, Abby liked it rough, but this was new. She was never... mean.
Once you reached the car, you paused out of habit, waiting for her to open the door.
"Oh, now you want a girlfriend opening the door for you, huh?" she scoffed, swinging it open anyway.
She smacked your ass hard before you could react. You yelped at the sting.
"I said get the fuck in the car," she growled.
You scrambled inside, sliding back until your spine hit the opposite door. Her strong frame climbed in after you. Your pussy began to weep as her eyes met yours, black with hunger. The single streetlamp outside cast just enough light to illuminate her domineering figure as she loomed over you.
"Strip," she ordered.
You whined as she sat back on the far seat, closing the door. Still, you obeyed. She watched you with a clenched jaw, taking in every inch. As soon as your panties fell past your ankles and left you fully naked, she yanked you onto her clothed lap.
You whimpered, grinding against the strap hidden beneath her sweats that she had planned to surprise you with. You tugged at her hoodie, kissing up her neck, desperate for her attention. She ignored you, simply watching with dark eyes as you rutted against her covered cock, tears gathering from the lack of attention. Only when your hands reached to pull the toy free did she snatch your wrist and deliver three sharp slaps to your ass.
You squealed, collapsing against her chest. "Abby, please," you cried, rubbing your tears into her hoodie. "Please fuck me."
She gripped your hips and forced you to grind against her bulge. "How about you go in there and ask that freak to fuck you? Hm, slut? You'll take it from anyone, won't not?"
"No!" You moaned, grinding down your pulsing core even harder at her disrespectful words.
She lifted and spun you on her lap effortlessly so you were facing away from her, spreading your legs wide with her knees.
"No?" she mocked, grabbing your tits with both hands and molding them as she pleased. She pulled you back against her chest, one strong arm wrapping around you while the other slid down to your drenched core.
You jolted as soon as she touched you, your legs shaking. She rubbed hard circles on your swollen clit, tutting at your wetness.
You screamed, throwing your head back against her shoulder when she shoved two fingers inside without warning.
"Fuck, look at that sweet little pussy stretching for me," she taunted. You looked down and saw your pussy red and slick, squelching around her fingers. "Now tell me. Who do you want to fuck you?"
She pulled her fingers out and slapped her palm across your pussy. You yelped.
"You, Abby," you rasped.
She tugged you up slightly, pulling down her soaked joggers to free the strap. The arm around your chest slid to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse trip. "Who's the only one that can fuck this pussy?"
"You, Abby, please, only you, please, I want you, I want you." You writhed, grinding against nothing.
"Fuck," she groaned, finally pressing the head of the cock against your quivering folds. She dragged you closer by your neck and pushed the head up in to you slowly.
You whined as she bottomed out gently. That was the last soft thing she did.
She grabbed your shins and planted your feet on the seat beside her thighs so she could thrust up into you with force. Your loud moans broke with every pounding slam of her hips. Your hands scrambled for hers, now gripping your bouncing tits.
"Who owns this pussy?" she grunted. Her hips faltered. She was close.
"You, Abby. Fuck, you own me, you own all my holes, fuck, I am coming."
Your words sent her over the edge. She hooked her arms under your knees and folded you in half so she had full control. Your juices gushed around her thick cock as you squirted, soaking her lap. Her thrusts turned sloppy, her knees shaking from the pressure on her clit. She drove up in to you with three more powerful thrusts as she finished in her trousers, speaking in between pumps. "Good. Fucking. Slut."
She hugged your naked body tight and slowly ground you against her cock as the aftershocks faded. You whimpered as she felt you up possessively whilst laying open mouthed kisses across neck and side off your face.
"You're mine," she muttered against your skin. "All mine."
Tomorrow is the first day of Ramadan in Palestine. In Gaza, hunger is already part of daily life. During Ramadan, we fast from dawn until sunset, with no food and no water.
My children, Layan, Sarah, and Adam, want to fast like Muslim children around the world.I just wish I could encourage them by telling them that something delicious is waiting for them at iftar, like every fasting child deserves.
If you can help us provide some food and drinks for them, it would mean so much.Your support means that fasting children will have something warm and comforting waiting for them at sunset.
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Ramadan in Gaza is not the same.
While the world prepares for iftar with warm meals and family gatherings, we prepare with fear… fear of hunger, fear of bombs, fear of tomorrow.
In Gaza, Ramadan comes under war, siege, and unbearable prices. Basic food items have become luxuries. Flour, rice, cooking oil — things that should be simple — are now out of reach for many families.
We are not asking for comfort. We are asking for survival.
This holy month is meant to be about mercy, compassion, and giving. Please let your Ramadan kindness reach Gaza. Your donation — no matter how small — can help us secure food and basic needs in these impossible days.
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My name is Jehad's Khalid, a 30-year-old lawyer and a father fighting to save his family’s life.
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Warnings: 18+, college au, dom!ellie x sub!reader, rough sex, strap-on (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral, fingering, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking, hate fuck, praising, pet names
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You hated how she took up space.
Not just physically…though fuck, Ellie Williams seemed genetically engineered to occupy every inch of your tiny double room like she owned both halves of it…but the way she existed. Loud music through shitty earbuds that still leaked, weed lingering on her hoodies, that permanent half-smirk like she already knew every embarrassing thing you’d ever done and was just waiting for the right moment to weaponize it.
You’d been assigned to her.
She’d been assigned to you.
Neither of you had requested the other.
And yet here you were, month four, still snarling at each other.
Tonight the air felt thicker than usual.
You’d come back from the library at 10:17 p.m. soaked from sudden rain, hoodie clinging uncomfortably, nipples hard under wet fabric from the cold. Ellie was sprawled on her bed in only boxer briefs and an oversized flannel that wasn’t even buttoned, one arm behind her head, phone in the other, scrolling with that bored, predatory laziness she did so well.
She didn’t look up when you slammed the door.
“Didn’t hear you come in,” she lied, voice low and rough.
“Clearly,” you muttered, peeling the drenched hoodie over your head. Your thin tank top underneath was basically transparent now. You felt her eyes snap to you even though her phone stayed tilted toward her face.
You turned your back to her, rummaging for dry clothes in the shared dresser. That was mistake number one.
“Nice show,” she drawled. “You auditioning for the wet-T-shirt contest downstairs or just fishing for attention?”
You whipped around. “Fuck off, Williams.”
She finally put the phone down. Slowly. Deliberately. Sat up. Legs spread. The outline of the harness she sometimes wore under her clothes was visible through the thin black boxer briefs.
Your stomach clenched.
She noticed.
“Problem?” Ellie asked, tilting her head. The smirk was gone now. Replaced with something darker. Hungrier.
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re dripping on my floor.”
You glanced down. Rainwater was pooling around your sneakers. You hadn’t even noticed.
“Clean it up then,” you snapped, turning away again.
Big mistake number two.
She was across the room in three steps. Palm slamming beside your head against the dresser, caging you. You could smell pine body wash and the faint skunk of weed and the heat coming off her bare chest. “Say that again,” she murmured against your ear. You swallowed. “You’re. Disgusting.” Ellie’s laugh was low. Dangerous. “Yeah? Then why’re your nipples trying to cut through that shirt, huh?”
You tried to shove her back. She didn’t budge. Instead her hand shot to your throat, not hard, just firm enough to make your pulse jump against her fingers. “Careful,” she warned. “Keep pushing me and I’ll push back harder.” Your mouth was dry. “Try me.”
Wrong answer.
She kissed you hard and deep. Teeth clacking, tongue shoving past your lips without asking, free hand grabbing a fistful of your wet tank top and yanking it up. Cold air hit your tits and then her mouth was there, biting more than sucking, sucking more than kissing, leaving marks you’d have to cover tomorrow.
You moaned despite yourself.
She pulled off with a wet pop. “Knew it. Fucking liar.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
You grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her back just as viciously. She groaned into your mouth, hips rolling forward so you could feel the thick silicone pressing against your soaked leggings. She broke away only to spin you around and shove you face-first against the dresser mirror. Your palms slapped the wood. You watched in the reflection as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your leggings and yanked them down along with your underwear in one brutal tug.
“Fuck-Ellie-”
“Too late to play shy now, baby.”
The pet name hit like a slap. You hated how much you liked it.
She kicked your legs wider. One hand stayed on the back of your neck, keeping you bent over. The other slid between your thighs, fingers gliding through how embarrassingly wet you already were. “Jesus Christ,” she laughed darkly. “You’re fucking soaked. All that bitching and your cunt’s crying for me.”
“Shut-up-”
Two fingers plunged inside without warning. You cried out, knees buckling. She caught you around the waist with her arm, holding you upright while she pumped roughly, curling on every outstroke, hitting that spot that made your vision white out.
“Look at yourself,” she growled, forcing your chin up so you had to watch in the mirror, mouth open, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. “Look how fucking desperate you are.” You tried to turn your head. She squeezed your throat harder. “No. You watch.”
Her thumb found your clit and circled once…hard.
You bucked. “Ellie-fuck-
“That’s it. Say my name like that again.”
She added a third finger. The stretch burned in the best way. You were dripping down her wrist. “You hate me so much, huh?” she mocked, voice wrecked. “That why you’re clenching like you’re trying to keep me inside forever?” You couldn’t answer. Only broken little whimpers.
She pulled her fingers out abruptly. You whined at the loss.
“Pathetic,” she muttered, wiping her soaked hand across your ass cheek like you were a mess she’d made. “Get on the bed.”
You stumbled backward. She followed, shedding the flannel, stepping out of the boxers. The strap was black, thick, ridged. She’d clearly been wearing it for a while, the base was shiny with her own arousal.
“On your knees first,” she ordered. You dropped without thinking. She stepped closer, fisting the silicone. “Open.” You glared up at her even as your lips parted. She fed the tip past your lips. Slow at first. Then deeper. Until your nose brushed the harness and you gagged.
“Good girl,” she breathed. “Take it like you mean it.”
You hollowed your cheeks. Sucked hard. Let spit drip down your chin. She groaned above you, hips twitching. “Fuck-yeah, just like that. Show me how sorry you are for being such a brat all semester.” You pulled off with a gasp. “I’m not sorry.” Ellie’s eyes flashed. “Oh we’re gonna fix that.”
She hauled you up by the hair and threw you onto her bed…your bed was too neatly made, hers was a mess of dark sheets and hoodies. Perfect. “Face down. Ass up.” You obeyed too fast. She climbed behind you. One palm cracked across your ass…hard.
You yelped.
“Count.”
“One-
Another smack. Sharper.
“Two-
By ten your skin was burning, thighs shaking, cunt throbbing so badly you were humping the sheets without meaning to. She smoothed a hand down your spine. Almost gentle. “Look at you. All red and dripping. Bet you’d come just from this if I let you.”
“Please-
“Please what, baby?”
You buried your face in the pillow. Muffled. “Fuck me.”
“Louder.”
You lifted your head. Voice cracking. “Fuck me, Ellie. Please.”
She lined the strap up. Teased the head through your folds. Coating it.
“You sure?” she murmured, suddenly softer. Checking.
You nodded frantically. “Yes-yes-
She sank in one long, relentless stroke. Your mouth opened on a silent scream. Full. Too full. Perfect. She didn’t give you time to adjust. Pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Hard. “Fuck!” you sobbed.
“That’s it,” she panted, setting a brutal rhythm. “Take it. Take every fucking inch like the slut you pretend you’re not.” One hand wrapped around your throat from behind, light pressure, just enough to make your head spin. The other gripped your hip so hard you’d bruise.
“Say it,” she growled.
“Say-say what-
“Say you’re my little whore.”
You clenched around the strap. Hard.
“I’m-fuck-I’m your little whore-
“Louder.”
“I’m your fucking whore, Ellie!”
She rewarded you with a particularly deep thrust that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl when you’re getting railed, huh?” You were crying now. Not sad. Just overwhelmed. Too much sensation. Too much Ellie. She flipped you suddenly, onto your back. Pushed your knees to your chest. Folded you in half. The new angle let her grind against your clit with every stroke.
“Look at me.”
You did. Couldn’t not.
Her pupils were blown. Sweat on her throat. Lips swollen from earlier.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you fall apart,” she whispered. Almost reverent. “My pretty little fucktoy.”
The praise hit harder than the degradation ever could.
“Ellie-gonna-gonna come”
“Not yet.”
You sobbed. “Please-”
She pulled out completely. You wailed. She dropped down and buried her face between your legs. No teasing. Just tongue and lips and teeth. Sucking your clit hard. Two fingers curling inside. Then three. Fucking you open while her mouth worked you relentlessly. You screamed her name. She didn’t stop.
When you came it was violent, back arching, thighs clamping around her head, gushing over her chin. She drank it down like she was starving. Only when you were twitching with aftershocks did she crawl back up. Kissed you deep. Let you taste yourself.
Then she collapsed beside you. Silence stretched. After a long minute she reached over. Thumb brushing your cheek where tears had dried.
“You okay?” Quiet. Serious. You nodded. Voice wrecked. “Yeah.” She pulled you against her chest. Arms tight. “Didn’t mean to go that hard,” she muttered into your hair. “Liar.” A small laugh. “Okay. Maybe I did.” You hid your smile against her collarbone. “Still hate you,” you whispered. She kissed your temple. “Hate you more.” But her fingers were tracing lazy circles on your back. And neither of you moved to separate.
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“People here don’t count days — they count moments of safety between hardship.”
(In Gaza, even during a ceasefire, children continue to be killed and humanitarian conditions are precarious.)
Days repeat themselves with different shades of the same uncertainty.
Electricity appears and disappears without warning.
Water is something we think about before we drink it.
The sound of drones has become part of the air, like wind you can’t escape.
I spend most of my day inside.
Not hiding — just waiting.
Waiting for calm.
Waiting for the next noise to pass.
Waiting for the moment I can breathe without listening.
My daughter is growing quickly.
She doesn’t understand why rooms go dark suddenly.
Why the walls sometimes shake.
Why her mother holds her a little tighter when the sky changes its sound.
Outside, nothing is stable.
Markets open, then close.
People start rebuilding, then stop.
Plans are made quietly, because saying them out loud feels fragile.
And yet — life continues in small, stubborn ways.
Mothers still sing.
Neighbors still check on each other.
People still share what little they have, even when they are tired beyond words.
Hope here is not loud.
It doesn’t announce itself.
It lives in routines — in feeding a child, in cleaning a small space, in choosing to wake up and try again.
This is what survival looks like now.
Not strength like you see in headlines.
But endurance.
Gentle, exhausted, human endurance.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you are new here, my pinned post tells our story — who we are, what we lost, and why I’m asking for help.
If you’ve been here before, thank you for staying.
Even reading this means something to me.
Sharing it means more than you know.
I don’t know what the next months will bring.
But today, I’m here.
My daughter is asleep in my arms.
And for this moment, that is enough to keep going.
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Khaled standing outside the emergency department in Gaza.
Ambulances, crowds, and chaos surround him.
Hospitals here are overloaded, under-resourced, and struggling to save lives.
Khaled during a medical ultrasound examination.
This moment was filled with fear and uncertainty.
Even basic medical tests in Gaza are exhausting and overwhelming for a child.
Khaled wearing hospital clothes before treatment.
Trying to stay strong, not fully understanding what is happening to him.
Khaled after surgery, lying in bed.
His small body is weak, his eyes full of pain.
This is not how a childhood should look.
We are living through unbearable pain in Gaza.
War has taken away safety, stability, and access to proper healthcare.
Khaled recently underwent surgery, but his suffering did not end there.
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CW : autistic reader . PATHETIC reader . loser lesbian!reader , mean!sevika , dom!sevika , DUBCON , overstim , public sex , fingering , forced orgasm , public sex , dacryphilia . she had a drink but she's not drunk .
SYNOPSIS : every night reader comes to the bar to look at sevika. this time she's in for a rude awakening
you wouldn't describe yourself as a stalker per se , you were mainly … habitual . you followed the same routine , walked along the same road , clocked in at the same time and remembered to greet the same people . It just so happened that on your way back from work was the last drop and you just so happened to always be thirsty . you could not be judged for having a drink or two . taking in the scenery . If that scenery happened to be where sevika sat , playing a rowdy game of poker then who were you to disobey your routine ? the bar was loud , but the poker table was a constant ; her voice cut through the noise in predictable arcs . thursdays were always the best . sevika laughed on thursdays .
you don't know when exactly it started . the fixation on the toughest brute by far but you couldn't take your eyes off her no matter what you did . you made sure to hide by the corner , order a drink so you looked like a regular customer and position yourself behind her so she'd never catch you looking . it was methodical . therapeutic . she was on of the only constants you could look forward to .
except today . today you follow your routine exactly , walk the same road , greet the same people and walk into the bar and find the same rowdy table , except . except sevika is not there .
you try not to panic though your chest seems to grow heavier by the second until you feel it dangling by your feet . , your eyes big and wide frantically search for the all consuming figure but she's nowhere to be seen . you try to reason with yourself . she could be running late . your fingers click nervously like a twig under a boot . the line to the bathroom must be long. you breathe in the mustiness of stale beer and pungent cologne as you try to calm yourself down . your feet remain anchored to the sticky ground , your mouth agape . she couldn’t be gone . she wouldn’t be . the table would be empty without her , the smoke would curl differently , the air taste wrong . did the air always feel this thick ? she must be — she must —
"hey are you okay." a random voice asks , hand reached out to touch you . you flinch instinctively , snapping out your thoughts as you, rush out the bar .
it’s only once you stumble into the night air that a large hand clamps onto your shoulder , drags you sideways , and slams you back-first into an alley wall.
the hand is calloused , warm , heavy.
you recognize it before you recognize her.
it feels like a confession.
“who sent you?” sevika growls out , metal hand tightening against your shoulder . she looms over you like a shadow in the night and you find yourself moving back into the wall sevika’s face is closer than you have ever allowed yourself to imagine . her brows knit , eyes sharp , lips curled in to a snarl
your mouth opens . closes. words scatter. this was not rehearsed . this was not in the script.
"i - i … no one." you finally manage to stammer out
"you think i haven't noticed you sniffing around here ? you always sit by the exit . always watch the mirror behind the bar . always leave when i stand up. "
you're quivering under gaze her , unable to stop yourself from looking down at your feet . and hers .
you catalogue her like scripture : the scuffed boots , the scraped knuckles , the way she takes up space like something holy and violent.
you feel obscene for having memorised her.
your eyes dilate . you need to flee before you embaress yourself even further .
"no .. no i was i just … i come here for the drinks." you say , fighting to move from her strong grip .
you push and shove and squirm yet her grip remains steady . your chest heaves from all your wasted efforts .
"then why leave so soon." her words float in your head as she grows closer and you can smell the cheap beer on her lips . you lick your own subconsciously .you can't think of a sane reason quick enough . your mind draws a blank as she stares down at you .
"im sorry." you croak out at a loss for words . you don't know what you are and aren't sorry for as of yet but you feel yourself getting wetter by the second . you move your head from side to side , face slightly scrunched as you desperately try to avoid her eyes .
"hey . hey. look at me." she commands , rough fingers lifting your chin up .
you hate the way your gaze snaps to her lips , unable to explain it away with a few drinks . you can't seem to pull them away . her eyes are too much .
you watch as the scowl slowly transforms into a knowing smirk and the word "oh" falls next. she puts more of her weight on her hand , pressing you against the wall. you squirm in embarrassment.
you feel her breathe heavy against your ear as hesitantly , she slithers her free hand up your bare leg . you twitch under her grip . she let's out a huff in amusement in return . she taps the back of your thigh lightly before grabbing it and exposing your soaked panties to the wind
she reaches your panties and you still don't have the guts to look up and see her reaction . judging by the amused huff she lets out , you figure it's nothing good . her hand grazes your underwear , feeling just how drenched you are .
"I - I think you're drunk . you're not thinking straight ." you stammer out but she immediately shushes you .
sevika presses her finger against your clothed clit and you can't help the way your breath hitches . she rubs slow , controlled circles around your clit and your hips buck in turn . she did it again and again until every part of your body was set alight .
she whispers in your ear "say please."
"please."
she pushes your underwear to the side and you feel two human fingers slide inside . you hadn't been stretched in such a long time you almost forgot how delicious the pain was .
the pace she sets is brutal . you barely get enough time to take in all the sensations when she curls her fingers and you swear you see the light . the thought of someone seeing you like this , getting fucked by a supposed stranger in a dirty , smelly alleyway makes you bite down all your moans until your lip bleeds
"this what you wanted all along ? someone to touch your pretty little pussy." she whispers in your ear . one thing you learn about sevika is her mouth is filthy .
she whispers so many degrading words to you , about how much of a slut you had to be to get fucked in public , how desperate you must be not to wait longer yet the sound of your pussy only gets louder . all you can muster is quiver and moans , you grip her hand so hard your nails almost pierce her skin but she gives no reaction . your mouth blubbers and it takes everything in you not to beg .
“i need to pee.” you gasp out , body squirming to be set free as she continues her endeavours with a renowned vigor. the back of your arms lightly scrape against the cement wall .
"let it out baby, it's okay." she whispers in turn, her hand makes it way to your bladder , pushing down on it as your moans get a pitch higher.
“im .” you choke out . your thighs shake as your toes curl , your clit throbs something painfully delicious .
it's too much . it's not enough . your face twists and turns as you feel something building and building inside you .
"that's it cum for me."
it's with those words that you throw your head back , streaks of hot liquid trail down your thigh as an orgasm racks through your body and she doesn't stop . her hand softens and slows down but she keeps the pressure on your clit . you don't know whether to lean in or run away from the sensitivity .
"fuck I wanna see you do it again."
she slides out of you . before you can miss the feeling she flips you over and your face lightly scratches on the cement and you feel the weight of her face on your shoulder . she slides two fingers back inside , grinding her palm against your clit as she presses her crotch against your back .
it's easier to push you over the edge this time . the feel of her hands on , in and around you overwhelms you . your legs are teetering and why did no one ever tell you sex could be this good ? a few curls inside of you and a rough stroke on your clit and your body convulses against her as you let out a scream quickly muffled by her hand .
"shhh this view is all mine." she whispers in your ear , kisses trailing down your neck . you let out a gasp of shock as her teeth bite down on your collarbone so hard it leaves a marks that you learn will take weeks to heal . your knees buckle and the only thing that keeps you upright is her hand carrying your weight .
you feel tears of pleasure slowly bringing as she grinds her crotch against you . you grind back , a delightful sensation spreading as you grow rougher and more desperate until you're full on dry humping . your legs start to squeeze and at this point she knows exactly whats going to happen in the next few moments .
"that's it. last one."
you moan her name , muttering different "thank yous" muffled under her hand . she slowly takes her fingers out of you before pressing them against your lips. you open your mouth without question and suck her fingers , suck your own juices dry.
she finally takes them out , wrinkled and lets out a chuckle. you're still catching your breathe when you feel her graze your clit . you twitch in her hold as her fingers grow higher until the tip of her thumb tease your other hole .
"next time I see you I want this stretched right for my cock ." you feel the weight disappear and hear her footsteps grow quieter in the distance.
PLUTO SPEAKS : back from the dead to bring something i might've brought before oops. make sure you click the link for the tag list on my pinned tweet if you wanna be tagged
[spanking, edging, kinda mean daddy!abby, r!receiving. not rly edited bc i’m 🍃 af rn. felt inspired to write after 1.5 years?]
“what did daddy tell you, huh?” abby’s pissed.
you’re shoved into your shared apartment, stumbling backwards as your girlfriend stalks forward. you were supposed to behave tonight. both of you know you know it.
you don’t reply fast enough for her liking. she all but bites in tone, “i said, ‘what did daddy say’? is my brat too stupid to answer now?”
you just nod in agreement with her— anything to make what’s coming to you less severe. abby always makes sure to remind you who’s in control the second you’ve stepped too out of line. and while abby’s more understanding, daddy’s not. daddy doesn’t like when her usually sweet girl catches an attitude.
a sigh escapes from abby lips as she sternly reminds you of what went wrong. “daddy told you to behave while we were at dinner with ellie and dina. but did my girl listen to that? no.”
abby sternly reminds you of what went wrong. all you can do is nod meekly.
abby continues forward until she has you back against the wall. she’s practically drunk off the fear in your eyes. there’s nothing abby loves more than feeling like a hunter ready to catch their prey. and then there’s you, always happily willing to play her victim.
a whisper escapes your throat. “i’m sorry, daddy. gonna be good, swear it. just wanted your attention ‘s all.”
sometimes your daddy is the smallest amount nicer when you apologize like a good girl. unbeknownst to you, she has absolutely no plans of playing nice tonight. how could your girlfriend anyways? she knows she was explicit enough in telling you to behave during her work happy hour benefit. being an orthopedic surgeon is a highly esteemed career, and she doesn’t want anything to break that illusion of the work version of herself.
“oh? you want my attention? fine,” abby daddy barks out before crouching in front of you. she roughly grabs your face before continuing, forcing your teary doe eyes to look into hers. “daddy’s gonna give your ass some attention now sweetheart. i think someone needs to learn a lesson.”
tears start to well up on your waterline. abby has to clench her thighs together from the sight. she can’t help getting off on her crybaby girlfriend. always crying to try to get out of trouble with her daddy, she muses internally.
but just in case, her stern expression drops a little in a knowing way. in the ‘we don’t have to play, we can stop’ way. you give her an assured smile back and give the tiniest shake of you head. and with that, her faces turns back into stone.
“you know where to go. meet me with everything but your panties off. on your stomach.”
“daddy?” another practically whispered question from you.
she looks at you expectantly. you take it as a sign to go on. “socks, please?” abby secretly melts hearing upon hearing the shyness in your voice. she doesn’t have it in her to reply back snarkily… this time.
“of course. now go,” she demands before pulling you on your feet and tapping you on the ass as a sign to hurry it up.
white lettuce trim socks and red polka dot panties are the only things left on your body as you anxiously wait for abby to come back. your shoes and dress have been put back in the closet, just how abby likes before she starts your punishment. something about ‘clean space, clear mind’ or whatever she said that one time.
you kick your feet up as you lay partially over the edge of the bed— it’s a nervous ticks that only comes out when you know you’re really in for it. your only thoughts revolve around how badly abby’s going to fuck you up tonight. and the very thought of manhandling you has a visible wet spot on your panties. even at her meanest, abby always has you seeing stars in the best ways possible.
abby lets you wait a few more minutes before she comes in. she loves how easily it is to get into your head when you know you’ve pushed her too far. you’re all too eager to get back on her good side when you remember how she’s not afraid to ruin your orgasms if that’s what it takes to have you acting better again.
the scene abby walks into immediately pleases her. you’re exactly where she told you to be, in exactly what she told you to be. “guess someone can listen, huh”, she muses out loud, ignoring your nervous squirming.
sensing you’re about to try to see what she’s doing, she reminds you of how fucked you already are. she refuses to give you the attention you want on your terms, not hers. the next few seconds feel agonizing as you hear her stalk towards you from behind. a predator and its prey, if you will. then, a sudden sharp pain floods your ass.
and another one on the right side. then one more on each side. you squeal, kicking out your legs. abby uses one hand to force your legs back down as she barks out, “stay fucking still. this is what you get for being a brat to your daddy. i’ll make you my good girl again. even if it takes all fucking night. so take what i give you, and be fucking grateful.”
she doesn’t allow a reply before five smacks are concurrently placed on your ass. your girlfriend isn’t feeling nice enough to give you time to adjust like she usually would. she alternates spots, sides, and strengths so you can’t anticipate what’s next. the third smack has you crying out. all abby tells you is “you can take it since you wanted to act up. five more. you better thank me.”
“fuck. fuck! thank you, daddy! thank you!” you babble out as soon as she spanks you for the fifth and last time. you’re cut off before you can babble out more with the feeling of abby’s index finger running along the soaked cloth covering your cunt.
“you’re fucking wet from me punishing you? god, i have such a pathetic little angel on my hands. and now i want those hands on you, making you beg. turn over.” it’s not a request— there’s a dominant edge to her tone.
whiplash practically takes over you with the speed you turn over with. there’s barely anytime to look into abby’s list filled eyes before you’re being pushed back onto the bed. her lips crash against yours the second your head hits the cloud-like pillows. abby’s lips taste like a woman who’s been starved— for her lover, at least. both of you shamelessly moan into each other’s mouths. it’s all too much, yet too little at once.
you both inhale a breath. once again, abby shows you no grace to adjusting to any part of this situation. “here’s the deal, pretty girl. i’m going to pull off these panties and eat you like it’s my last meal. but— and hear me— you are not allowed to cum. i swear to god if you do, you won’t come for a month.”
the credibility of that threat has a tear rolling down your left cheek. “oh, stop being such a baby. you did this to yourself,” abby cruelly spits out.
body shoved back down, abby pulls your underwear off in one quick motion. the sight of your drooling cunt has her feeling feral. all of that is just for her. because of her. it’s true, abby unabashedly loves seeing how worked up her girl gets just from barely being touched. it’s an ego boost, really. one she absolutely doesn’t need.
you watch her through thick eyelashes. she notices a twinge of color on your cheeks that wasn’t there thirty seconds ago; it makes her smirk reappear. god, how your daddy loves to see how much you squirm without even being touched yet. she knows all your buttons, and she’s ready to push them.
there’s no time to say anything before abby’s tongue finds home between your legs. a quick, exploratory lick has your body jolting right away. she knows your favorite spot but refuses to get there just yet. not a punishment if you’re enjoying it too much. that’s her take, anyways.
the loudest moan she’s heard so far rips out from your throat as she swirls her tongue over your throbbing clit. the fervor at which she swirls her tongue mimics a starved man finally eating. each move of her mouth has you closer to seeing stars. it’s too much yet too little all at once, causing you to squirm in protest of wanting more.
“stop fucking squirming.” mean words, followed by two buff arms holding your spread legs down.
each moment that goes by feels agonizing. abby’s fully eating you out now— no teasing left in her choices now. her nose bumps against your clit as the rest of her mouth covers every each that she can. it’s the wettest, sloppiest sex you’ve had all week. a full make out with your cunt scenario that you’re not allowed to fully enjoy… just yet.
“fuck, fuck, fuck. please! daddy, please, please. fuck!” babbles are spit out the second her nose bumps against you again. stars start to form for you. abby thinks you’re easy right now, you think she’s being too mean.
“don’t you fucking dare. i mean it, baby. i won’t let you cum for a month. daddy can get more mean, just you wait.”
another weak plea passes your lips, which causes abby to remove her mouth. a smack resonates out as she smacks your pussy in retaliation for forgoing her orders anyways. “wanna try that again?” her words are cruel again, practically daring you to disobey her again.
head shaking so fast you once again feel whiplash, you frown. “thought so,” abby mutters.
a wicked grin spreads on abby’s face again, but she doesn’t give a single word before she bends back over and attaches her mouth to your cunt again. you’ve gotten your final warning for the night; you know she isn’t playing one bit. the gasp she hears upon contact her her more pussy drunk. unfortunately for you, abby always stays focused, even while drunk on the slick between your thighs.
a harsh suck to your clit has you bucking your hips up. abby hums in appreciation before she does it again. and then two more times. each suck causes a loud whine that escapes your mouth. for once, abby doesn’t try and correct you. instead, she focuses on expertly swirling her tongue around like she’s a man starved. each move has you squeezing around her head.
as the minutes draw on you just get wetter and wetter. time feels suspended, until it suddenly doesn’t. you start to whine, which is instantly shut down with a ‘shut up’ from your girlfriend. as you go to ignore her orders, she suddenly plunges two fingers into you, eliciting a surprised shriek from you. yet again abby doesn’t let you speak before her fingers push in deeper until they hit that spongy spot inside of you.
the room becomes filled with moans that become louder as each second passes on day. ‘daddy please’ is brokenly spoken in between the moans of two women in love. begs and pleas fall go unheeded. the room radiates desire.
eventually, you become incoherent. your daddy is playing real mean tonight, much to your chagrin. you can’t take it anymore, causing a sob-like sound to emit from your throat. “please, please, daddy. i’ll be good. i promise,” you cry out. much to your delight, daddy’s eyes soften a little.
“just a little bit longer, sweet girl. daddy has to make sure you learn your lesson, yeah? you can take it honey,” coos abby. she wants to placate the clearly bubbling tantrum you’re about to throw. unknown to you by this point, she does want to let you have the best orgasm you think you’ve had all month. you always get this way after being teased endlessly.
bargains of “please i can’t,” i’ll be good daddy. swear it!” fill the room. only to be met with a stern reply. “daddy wasn’t making abt suggestions, sweetheart. you’re going to take it a little longer.” you don’t bother to reply. the fate becomes accepted.
as her finders fuck into you harder, the palm of her hand starts to smack by your mound. it deliciously hits your clit each time it impacts upon you. abby watches as your hips lift up higher and high, as does the pitch of your moans. then she notices the tremble in your left leg, the usual sign of your impending orgasm when you can’t hold it back anymore.
all your daddy wants to do is coo at you. she’s so proud of you, her beloved girl. the clenching of sheets, coupled with how your eyes are squeezed shut lets her know how much your fighting an orgasm. unbeknownst to you, abby is about to grant your one wish.
“such a good girl for me huh,” the dom coos out. “it’s okay baby, you can let go now. come for daddy. you’ve earned this.”
a wave of relief hits you like a wave crashing down once you process her words. your legs begin to shake as your breathing picks up. “such a good girl taking it for me. come for daddy, sweetheart.”
she doesn’t have to ask again before your legs violently shake, the imminent orgasm starting to spread across your body. another curl of her fingers push you over the edge, sending you into a mind blowing orgasm. a moan-scream escapes into the room, making abby smirk at her work. your toes curl as you see starts.
abby leans you back into the pillows, watching as your face blooms with a blissful look. the next thing you see after coming back to reality is abby gently shoving the straw of your water bottle into your mouth, letting in cold water to your now dry throat. she chuckles as you suck immediately. she wears you’ll suck anything that’s put by your lips.
“daddy’s best girl. i love you. took your punishment like a little superstar, huh?” her voice feels like a soft lullaby now. you don’t talk much after she makes your brain go to mush— words don’t come easily to you. abby understands. instead, she just moves closer to you, letting you curl into her chest.
five more minutes of softly spoken praises has you feeling a warm, glowy feeling in your chest. the fact you’re back to being a good girl is the only thought that comes across your mind before entering a restful sleep. you smile in your sleep once a kiss is placed upon your forehead.
cw: explicit sexual content, dom!sevika, rough sex, possessive behavior, use of strap, size kink, choking (light), dirty talk, predator/prey dynamic, mild impact play, voice kink, marking
the haze of cigar smoke clings to the ceiling like a second atmosphere, swirling above the low-lit bar in lazy, curling ribbons. warm amber light pools from cracked neon signs and worn sconces, casting deep shadows over the poker table. the walls are stained with years of vice—cheap whiskey, old blood, and lust. in the center of it all, sevika sits like a queen among dogs, legs spread, a cigarillo burning slow between her lips.
you’re curled in her lap, perched like temptation itself, giggling as you nuzzle your nose against the curve of her throat. her scent—smoke, steel, sweat—lingers on your tongue like a sin you’d gladly commit again. you kiss her there, soft and slow, and when she tilts her head, you catch the glint in her eyes: dark, amused, possessive.
“played them again, baby,” you hum, dragging the cigarillo from her mouth and taking a lazy pull. smoke rolls smooth over your tongue before you slip it back between her teeth, grinning through half-lidded eyes.
she grunts approvingly, squeezing your thigh with one calloused hand. “ain’t nothin’ they can do ‘cept try to keep up.”
you giggle, resting your head on her shoulder while your fingers wander playfully over her inner thigh. cards slap weakly against the table around you, the men folding one by one, clearly outplayed and outclassed. sevika doesn’t spare them a glance.
“and they fuckin’ can’t, can they, babygirl?” she murmurs low against your ear. “ain’t nobody better than my pretty little thing.”
she punctuates her words with a hard squeeze to your ass, smirking as you squirm in her lap. her voice cuts through the bar like a blade, and none of the men around the table dare argue. they know they’ve lost—at cards and at the sight of her devouring you with her eyes.
you pout dramatically. “say… why don’t we get outta here? these drags make it too easy. i’m bored.”
she snorts, her smirk widening as she slams her cards down. “aight. let’s bounce then.”
she doesn’t even hesitate—pulls you to your feet and throws an arm around your waist like she’s claiming you in front of the whole goddamn undercity. “better luck next time, boys,” she calls over her shoulder, cackling as she steers you toward the door.
outside, the night is wet and pulsing with neon. the streets reek of rain, oil, smoke, and electricity. puddles reflect sharp pinks and blues from buzzing signage above, and somewhere down the alley, distant music throbs like a second heartbeat. but all you feel is her—broad, warm, unwavering.
you cling to her arm, lifting your heels to whisper in her ear. “psst… where we goin’? your place or mine?”
she glances down at you, eyes flashing. "mine. gotta show this pretty lil’ thing the ropes."
she pulls you into a narrow side street, the city falling away behind you. her place is tucked behind a reinforced steel door, almost invisible save for a flickering overhead light and the quiet hum of security locks.
the door swings open with a sharp metallic click, and her smirk is all shadow and promise as she looks back at you. "welcome home, sweetheart. hope you're ready for a long fuckin’ night."
the second it shuts, you pounce—pushing her back against the door with a giggle that bubbles up from your chest. your kisses trail hot across her collarbone, tasting the salt and smoke clinging to her skin.
“mm, fuck,” she groans, her voice dipping low. “ain’t waste no time, do ya?”
her hands slide over your waist, gripping tight. one moves to your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth possessively. her eyes gleam like gunmetal in the low light.
“hope you ain’t too drunk,” she mutters, voice like gravel. “’cause i ain’t fuckin’ you like a delicate lil’ flower, babygirl. i fuck like i fight.”
she smacks your ass, fingers sinking deep, and claims your mouth with a bruising kiss—hot, messy, demanding. your body rolls against hers, coaxing her hand into kneading harder. when you pull back, breathless and grinning, a line of spit still connects your lips.
“you wanna fight, baby?” you whisper, teasing her with a bite to her lower lip.
sevika’s grin turns feral.
“oh, i fuckin’ wanna fight,” she growls. “wanna fuckin’ wreck this pretty lil’ body till you’re beggin’ for mercy.”
she lifts your thigh, grinding against your core with the thick weight of her strap-on still tucked in her boxers. the friction makes your knees weak. her mouth returns to yours in a hungry kiss, then trails down your jaw. she bites at your neck—hard enough to bruise—before sucking deep at your pulse point.
“fuck, i can’t wait to see these tits bounce while i rail this cunt,” she snarls. “gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”
you bolt.
a flash of laughter and adrenaline. your bare feet slap against the concrete floor as you dart away, high on the thrill of it. the apartment’s dim—just slashes of red neon filtering through the half-closed blinds, painting you both in wicked, shifting light.
behind you: a low, delighted chuckle. slow, heavy boots against the floor.
“oh, this lil’ bitch wants to play hard to get, huh?” sevika’s voice echoes after you, sharp and hungry. “fuck, i like that.”
you nearly trip rounding the corner to the bedroom, heart hammering like a war drum. you dive into the closet, breath catching, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. every part of you buzzes—nerve endings on fire.
a pause.
then footsteps, deliberate. she’s tracking the sound of your breathing.
“damn, babygirl. you’re faster than i thought,” she taunts. “but not fast enough.”
the closet door swings open.
she fills the frame, all smirk and menace and muscle, eyes raking over your body like she’s choosing where to bite first.
“found ya, sweetheart. and now? i’m gonna fuckin’ devour ya.”
she steps inside. the space feels suffocating with her presence—her scent, her heat, her hunger. she grabs your wrist, yanking you forward with ease, her other hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. she squeezes lightly, not to hurt, just to own. her lips brush your ear.
“hope you're ready for this, babygirl. ‘cause i ain’t fuckin’ around no more.”
then she’s kissing you again, deep and dirty, swallowing your gasp as she drags you backward, body pressed tight against yours. you both stumble into the bedroom, breathless and wild.
you shove her onto the bed with a gleeful little growl, climbing over her, hips bracketing hers as you grind down on the thick ridge straining against her jeans.
“’vika,” you whine, pawing at her clothes, “want them off.”
“fuck yeah, sweetheart.”
clothes come off in a blur of heated motion—her shirt ripped over her head, your dress flung aside, kisses coming hot and messy between each piece that hits the floor. her calloused hands grope your tits, her mouth dragging over your chest before biting down on one nipple.
she sucks hard, tongue flicking as she fumbles with her jeans. you straddle her, underwear tossed aside, grinding against her until your clit pulses.
“gonna fuckin’ ruin this cunt,” she growls. “make it mine.”
“it’s yours,” you moan. “always has been.”
she flips you, presses you into the mattress, and drags her cock along your soaked folds. you reach down, lining her up, and grind down hard. she sinks into you in one slick, delicious thrust, knocking the breath out of your lungs.
her thrusts start slow but deep—savoring every inch—but the pace turns feral fast. her hips slam into yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room.
“fuck, babygirl. this cunt’s incredible,” she snarls, fingers digging into your hips. “you’re fuckin’ mine.”
she kisses you through your babbled moans, one hand around your throat, the other groping your tits as she rails into you.
you sob into her mouth, clinging to her, shaking. “m’yours—y-you’re mine too—don’t stop, fuck—”
“that’s right,” she growls. “we belong to each other. now take my cock like the filthy lil’ slut you are.”
you shatter around her, and she doesn't stop.
she never stops.
hey heyy !! this is my first piece on here so i wanted to start out strong—and what better way than with sevika making reader bark n sob!! 🧎♀️ i need her biblically. thanks for reading and i hope u enjoyed the filth!! <3
When you’re on your knees, Sevika leans back in the chair, one broad leg spread wide to let you in, the other bent and ready to squeeze your head if she wants to. You’ve gotten used to her rules, pace she sets, the way she grips your hair, the sharp little “slow down” when you get too excited.
But tonight? She tastes too good.
Your mouth works hungrily between her thighs, tongue lapping at her clit until her hips roll up into you. She curses, head tipping back, the scars on her neck flashing purple in the low light as she tightens her grip in your hair. You moan against her, sucking harder, and that’s what does it, Sevika’s thighs shudder around you, her voice breaking in a raw, guttural groan as she comes.
Normally, this is where you’d stop. Pull back, lick your lips, wait for her to snap her fingers and tell you what she wants next.
But tonight, you don’t.
Her release floods your tongue, sweet and sharp, and you’re addicted. You keep licking, messier now, desperate to taste every drop.
“—the fuck are you doing?” she hisses, trying to steady her breath. “I said enough,”
You hum against her in answer, but you don’t stop. Your tongue drags slow circles over her clit, softer, gentler, but relentless. Sevika jolts, the reaction ripped from her body, her thighs clamping tighter around your head.
“stop, s-stop.” She sounds wrecked, more plea than order, and that only makes you go deeper. You slide your tongue lower, pushing past her folds, and Sevika groans like you’ve knocked the wind out of her.
Her hand fists your hair, tugging hard enough to sting, but not enough to rip you away. “Disobedient little shit,” she gasps. “You think I won’t, fuck!” Her hips buck against your mouth before she can finish the threat.
Every sound she makes only spurs you on. She’s panting now, chest rising and falling, curses spilling out between clenched teeth. Her body jerks with every lap of your tongue, overstimulation hitting her hard. When you suck her clit again, Sevika’s head slams back against the chair, a broken cry tearing out of her.
“Goddamn it you’re gonna kill me.”
She comes again, harder this time, nearly crushing your head between her shaking thighs. You lap it up like you’ve been starved, moaning into her until she pushes at you with trembling strength.
When you finally pull back, chin and lips soaked, Sevika looks absolutely ruined, sweat shining at her temples, her hair mussed, her chest heaving. She glares down at you, half-feral, half-breathless.
“You don’t get to decide when I’m done,” she growls, voice wrecked but sharp enough to sting. Her hand cups your jaw, thumb dragging across your messy lips. “You’re in so much trouble.”
Her chest is still rising and falling hard when you tilt your head, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, a smug grin stretching across your face.
“But you always overstimulate me,” you shoot back, breathless but defiant. “and I just take it. You can’t even handle three seconds of it? And people call you the big, strong, scary Sevika? Hah!”
The look she gives you is lethal.
Her hand snaps to the back of your neck, hauling you up until you’re straddling her thigh, your face inches from hers. Her eyes are dark, glassy with the high of her orgasm, but sharp as a blade as they lock on you.
“You’ve got a fuckin’ death wish, don’t you?” she growls, voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that makes your stomach flip with heat.
Her metal hand clamps around your waist, dragging you flush against her. You can feel the strength vibrating in her body, the tension that still hasn’t bled off from being pushed over the edge.
“You think you can mouth off to me after pulling shit like that? Acting like a greedy little brat?” She tilts your chin up with her fingers, making you meet her stare. “You don’t get to talk back when I’m the one who decides what your body can take.”
You try to sass back, “Guess I’m stronger than you, then” but the words barely leave your lips before she’s laughing, humorless, dark.
“Stronger? Cute.”
Her flesh hand slips down between your warmth, cupping you over your soaked underwear. She squeezes hard enough to make you gasp.
“You’re gonna regret that mouth,” she says, her smirk curling. “If you think I can’t take it, let’s see how long you last.”
Her thumb presses against your clit through the fabric, not teasing, not gentle, already relentless. You jolt, grabbing her shoulders for balance, and she doesn’t even give you a second before dragging her hand harder, faster, like she’s proving a point.
“Three seconds, huh?” she mocks, breath hot against your ear as she keeps working you with ruthless precision. “Bet you can’t even last two before you’re crying for me to stop.”
Her fingers are brutal, relentless, dragging circles against your clit through your panties until the fabric is soaked and your thighs are twitching. She thinks she’s got you— thinks you’ll crumble, beg, whimper “please Miss Sevika, stop!”
But you don’t.
Your nails dig into her shoulders, your hips buck helplessly, and still you don’t give her the satisfaction of tapping out. When your orgasm crashes down, it’s messy and violent, your whole body jolting against her thigh, a cry ripped from your throat.
She doesn’t stop.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take it.” Her voice is a growl, hungry and mean. “Thought you were tough? Let’s see how tough you are when I wring another one out of you.”
Your legs quake, your underwear sticking to you, her fingers ruthless. You moan, gasping for air, and she smirks like she’s already won. But you don’t say it, you don’t say stop.
A second orgasm rips through you, faster this time, sharper, and still you hold on, clinging to her, teeth sinking into your lip to stifle a scream.
“Fuck,” Sevika hisses, eyes narrowing. She can feel it, you’re not giving in. You’re taking everything she’s dishing out, body spasming but refusing to quit.
“Look at you.” She shoves your panties aside, metal hand locking your hip in place as two thick fingers sink into you, pumping hard. You arch back with a cry, but your eyes stay locked on hers, defiant even as tears sting your lashes.
“Still not begging? Still not crying for me to stop?”
Your answer is a breathless laugh, broken but victorious, “Guess I’m stronger than you thought.”
Her jaw clenches. She drives her fingers deeper, curling them just right, fucking you through another orgasm, and another after that. By the fourth, you’re wrecked, drooling, shaking in her lap, but you haven’t given her what she wants.
Sevika’s breathing hard now, sweat on her temple, frustration carved deep into her features. She mutters a curse under her breath, watching you spasm around her fingers, watching you take it.
Finally, she growls, shoving her forehead against yours. “You’re fucking insane.” Her thumb circles your clit, merciless, her voice low and ragged. “But I’ll admit it…didn’t think you had this in you.”
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