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I could be a good mother || Sevika x f! Pregnant Reader head-cannons

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Synopsis: You and sevika are mothers to 2 reciprocal IVF babygirl’s; a bright eyed 4 year old, Sunny , who looks exactly like sevika; and a chaotic 1 year old, Mila, who’s a splitting image of you. This is a collection of small head cannons of sevika as a mama.

A/N: this is kinda everywhere but it’s fluffy and has a bit of humor to it! Also a bit suggestive but not too much!!

While you’re pregnant:

• Even before your Pregnancy, Sevika is naturally very fiercely protective of you. She is a territorial woman, so it’s a no brainer that she is way worse now that you’re pregnant. If someone says anything remotely “rude” or comments about your weight gain in her presence? Her head is snapping up and she’s standing up quickly, her nose crinkled and eyes are squinted a “Watch it” commanding from her.

• She drops everything and is heading in your direction if you make even the smallest noise of discomfort. usually paired with a soft "you okay baby? something bugging you?"

• Sevika makes your pregnancies easy, She is your cornerstone throughout all the chaos. First trimester morning sickness? Don’t worry baby she’s right beside you holding your hair and rubbing your back, she is quietly supportive- no one wants to be spoken to while they’re puking their guts out. Straining Lower back aches? She’s already heading to your night stand and retrieving herbal oils, specifically the ones her mom taught her to make for muscle aches. If you have bad migraines? She’s buying blackout curtains and placing a cool ice back on your head.. She takes your mood swings like a champ, and never complains; she always makes an angry face at a wall or the ceiling.

•She will be get you a late night snack, even if it’s 3 AM. She also indulges as well.

You’re caressing your big belly from the bed while sevika throws on her hoodie, “I feel horrible sending you out so late” She just shakes her head in disapproval before walking over to you and planting a kiss on your lips ,“Don’t worry about it babydoll, it’s literally down the street, I can always go for a snack too.” You both end up splitting a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ‘dirt cake’. Sevika sheds off her sweater and places the convenience store bag on the bed before laying next to you “have at it baby” Sevika pushes the pint to you knowing the top is your favorite. She smiles when you do your happy wiggle. You both usually debrief at this time, usually making fun of your unborn child, “She’ll probably have your watermelon sized head, poor girl is gonna be tipping over all over the place.” You joked to Sevika, who snorts with a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. “Well, all we can do is strap a helmet on her head, and hope she doesn’t tip over or run into walls.” Sevika replies, you giggle leaning your head onto her shoulder, “If we remodel the house we can use her to take down some drywall- that’ll probably cut down on the price” that rips a laugh out of Sevika. “Some great mom’s we’ll be” you lean back from her shoulder and look into her eyes “damn right.”

• poor sevika fell victim to sympathy symptoms during BOTH pregnancies. she gained alot of weight during your pregnancy with sunny, to be fair you ate like a damn Viking and refused to eat alone- she wasn’t complaining either way; and during your pregnancy with Mila she lost so much weight, you had really bad nausea and vomiting, and so did she apparently.

• She talks to the belly almost every day and night, Always talking about random things or about the day she met you, often recounting embarrassing memories like the time she was so nervous on your first date that she accidentally smiled while still having water in her mouth spilling it all over her chin- you both always end up cackling. She’ll even sing some songs to the baby, or your favorite when she places her open mouth right on your stomach and lets out deep hums, channeling her inner humpback whale always managing to scare the shit out of the baby. If she’s too tired she’ll opt to rubbing it softly with a “Be nice to mommy, you little shit.”

• Sevika makes you feel like the hottest pregnant woman alive, she is always showering you in compliments, treating your like a fertility goddess. "Goddamn, you look so damn sexy like this. I’m starting to think i should keep you this way." Or "You're glowing mama, i could just eat you up or out right now." You could just be sitting on a yoga ball doing your hip opening excersies and she'd be watching from her place on couch, her eyes glazed over with lust, and a her lips pulled into a crooked smirk " You look so fucking sexy like this" her voice laced with arousal as she watches as your hips roll in a circle. It never fails to make you blush grumbling out a “stop it you pervert”.

•Massaging your back and belly is a nonnegotiable of the night time routine, she definetley rubs shea butter and ointment’s on your belly in a delicate way. She always makes sure to get your lower abdomen near your core- which is usually already riled up. Around your 2nd to 3rd trimester is when your hormones spike, leading to ALOT of sex. She is insatiable for you and lord if you didnt want to climb your tall sexy wife.

• Sevika has so many pictures of you, when you nap, eating an ice cream cone, when you placed little baby shoes on your belly, when you’re in an oversized t shirt and her boxers, or when you start using your belly as a table. She’s so fucking obsessed!!! But her favorites have to be when you’re napping, she thinks it is the cutest thing ever. You're lying on your living room couch, book on your chest, hand still in the bag of potato chips, one of the chips hanging from your mouth. She set that specific one as her wallpaper much to your embarrassment.

•Your babymoon is a week in coastal area, somewhere sunny and with a beach nearby. You both soak in the sun, Sevika is a literally crackhead in the water. She literally comes out the water with goggles looking like the “it is Wednesday my dudes” vine. She’s the type to bring you the prettiest sea shell “a pretty shell for my pretty lady, I’m going back in, wanna see if I can spot a fish better yet a shark.”

•whenever you are hormonal and experiencing pregnancy blues, she’s there to comfort you. You had just finsihed crying, panicked about how quickly your lives are going to change, that you won’t have enough time together and that you’ll end up hating each other in turn making you a horrible mom. Sevika, being the saint she is, let’s you finish your meltdown before calmly and softly proclaiming "I have no doubt in my mind that we will make time for eachother, if I have to ship this kid off to your sister I will, You cannot get rid of me that easily baby. Secondly, you will be the best mom to this little girl, you've shown so many people compassion even when they did not deserve it, i've seen you parent isha while we babysat- that’s gotta mean something; and I am so certain that you'll give this gremlin the best life because you are you, this stubborn, loving, and gorgeous soul. This baby is so lucky to have such an amazing mommy. She will grow up to watching her moms be in love, I will literally take you away from her if she gets too comfortable. You’re mine- that’s fucker is gonna find out real quick.”

•Buys WAY TOO MANY things for the baby. she'll come back home from a quick stop at a baby store with bags and bags full of goods, claiming “I kept hearing somewhere that this product is good, but then I ran into some moms at the store and they said this one was better; so I bought both. I also heard somewhere that pacifiers prevent SIDS, so I got these cute yellow ones because it matches with sunny; and I got an owelette too, this helps track the babies heart rate and all that. By the way I have to set up a ceiling fan, I’ll do it while you’re at your sister’s. That apparently prevents SIDS too.” You’re just like “ Okay baby, are you sure this isnt too much?🙂” - the amount of clothes this woman bought in just one run…you end up having to tell her that babies grow really fast. shes just so excited and wants your baby to be well taken care of.

• With both pregnancies, the girls would start moving crazily once they heard Sevika’s voice. Even if she just got home from work, once you hear the keys dangling your belly is automatically a trampoline. Like clockwork, sevika walks in and hears the “AH- son of a bitch. Sevika, your spawn is literally abusing my bladder. Tell her something. “ Sevika huffs out a laugh before kneeling down to your swollen stomach, a soft look in her eyes as she caresses the swollen bump “There’s my sweet girl" she plants a kiss on the bump before continuinug "Do me a favor and quit torturing mommy, she’s gonna evict your ass and you’re still severely undercooked.”

•Sevika is there every single doctor’s visit, She refuses to miss one. She asks multipe questions, to the point where it feels ike an interogation. She mainly does the discussing, you dont mind, you just sit back and relax.

• Out of excitement and nerves she basically assembled your hospital bag by the 5 month of your first pregnancy. She even got hers ready too. A lot of the things she packed were unnecessary but alas, she was glad to be over prepared than under!

•Her worst fear is being those useless partners during birth. She advocates for you, more than you ever would for yourself, if she see's any discomfort towards the nurse, she will kindly ask for a different nurse- she is not keeping her mouth shut at all. She definitely helps you into birthing positions that feel right to you; anything that feels right to you she's following in command. All you need to focus on is labor, she has everfything else handled. Big mama.

•It's safe to say she is the best damn birthing partner there ever was. She’s read the books and the research based articles, watched the informational videos, she’s even talked to other women at baby stores and clinics.

• She reads you like an open book, and is very assertive/intentional. She is offering water by holding it up to you instead of just asking, throwing your fluffy blanket over you when she catches you shivering, replaces your ice chips consistently, and NEVER leaves your side. Her main concern is keeping your comfortable.

• During labor she is a fountain of affirmatiions. "one contraction at a time beautiful" "I'm here, breathe baby in through your nose out through your mouth" "Trust your body, if it doesnt feel right don't do it." "Don't rush yourself doll" "You're doing so good baby" She’s behind you putting pressure on your hips, reminding you of your breathing methods, and using her strength to hold you as you lean all your weight on her. When you cry out during a hard contraction she’s there softly saying “I know baby, I know. Breeaaath.” You’re draped over her large body, swaying side to side.

•Does NOT eat until you do!! You make a concerned emphasis that she can, to which she replies “Doll, I’m not even hungry.” “Baby I heard your stomach growl for the third time already.” “That’s just my digestion. Had a big breakfast yesterday. dont worry about it.” She’s starving but this is not about her.

• and While you’re in active labor? She’s seated behind you supporting your body weight, as you chose a birthing stool/squatting, Letting you cry and groan in her neck. “I can’t, I can’t- sevika I really don’t think I can do this. I’m so tired. She literally has your big ass head.” You cry out, you’re covered in sweat, Sevika turns your head to look at her “hey hey hey, none of that, you can do this,youre almost there. C’mon just a few more pushes and we get to meet our big headed little girl, I’m pretty sure she’ll have more head than body but that’s okay, we’ll love her even if she’s built like mega mind. Then you get all the sushi you want. Keep pushing baby.” You let out a tired laugh, that quickly turned into a defeated cry, before nodding your head weakly. Sevika is massaging your lower back pressure points, kissing your temple and continuously praising you.

• After a few more “breathing” pushes, and words of encouragement your sunny arrives, and man did she have a big head. Your eyes widen at the sight of your babygirl, and Sevika’s lets out a choked gasp, then a watery “good fucking job baby, good fucking job- she’s here, she’s so fucking beautiful.” you’re both crying watching your babygirl wail and flail her chunky arms and legs erratically. Seika kisses your temple multiple time, big tears leaving her eyes, before whispering a small “thank you”.

• Sevika cuts the umbilical cord, and even though she wants to stay and make sure you don’t hemorrhage; she's quickly ushered by you to watch as they run tests and weigh sunny; her gaze averting from the baby to you.

• Takes tons of pictures of the baby while they’re being measured. She’s a proud mama!! She takes even more when you finally get to hold your sweet girl and a few selfies of her holding the baby during skin on skin. Imagine those middle aged dads that can’t take a decent pic without looking awkward.

When your baby girls are here:

• Skin to skin queen, she wants a connection with her babies; after youre done with your 7 minutes she's ready with open arms. Good golly miss molly, does she look hot with nothing on her upper body, just a baby and a blanket. Her muscular arms craddling the infant, shrinking the baby even more. Your phone is STACKED with photos.

• Since the baby is reciprocal IVF, the first pregnancy is a bitch since it was Sevika’s egg. Sunny was a 10 close to 11 pound baby. Sevika was so proud already talking about Sunny being a unit just like mama. Little Mila was your egg which made her significantly smaller than sunny, weighing in at about 5 close to 6 pounds, sevika cried a little extra at how tiny she was. She easily tucked into her forearm.

•Overall she shrinks both the babies, You can barely make out the little tuft of hair peaking from Sevika’s upper forearm as she walks around with the baby in her arms.

• She helps you with your postpartum shower set up, and has your pads set up with your ice pack and ointments. She’s also help you into your postpartum diapers. She’s so hands on and it’s so sexy.

• Sevika INSISTED she change little sunny and mila into their going home outfit. It’s comical really, she makes both babies look like little dolls- the little clothes and limbs making her sweat from nerves. It’s giving very much “careful SpongeBob careful SpongeBob CAREFUL SPONGEBOB.”

•She can and does hold the girls like a football or sandwich and absolutely ADORES the newborn scrunch.

•Sexy mom walk leaving the hospital!! You know the one where they’re walking out holding the car seat?! She makes the car seat look like a sack of potatoes- it’s a brisk walk for her. And your view?? Only just Her muscular wide back that’s litered with mucles, the bugling of her forearms bulging; and just her huge triceps and biceps threatening to rip her compression t shirt. You recorded the whole thing. #Blessed

• it doesn’t end there… she even looks so hot putting the carseat inside the car, her jeans hugging her ass…good grief she even carries you into the car as if you weigh nothing and baby you just psuhed out at whole ass baby. you got alittle more dip on your chip, and thats okay- sevika can manage.

• She’s shitting bricks while driving, to the point where her back and temples are covered in sweat. “Everything good back there?” She’d ask for the 5th time. “Yes baby we’re okay. You can go a little faster y’know.” You giggle. “I’m nearly hitting 30, we’re basically flying.” It takes you twice as long to get home.

•When Mila would have a hard time sleeping, completely screaming her little lungs out; sevika would take her from your exhausted figure, your eyes watering in helplessness, Sevika softly smiles down to you, “I’ve got her doll, go rest.” She quickly pecks your lips before heading to where her record player is set up in the living room, she softly tuts the fussy little girl, while she -like clockwork- reaches for the same album she did for the past month, the familiar notes of ‘harvest moon’ Begin on the speakers of the record player, Sevika softly sways the infant softly humming. “Just like children sleeping, we can dream this night away.” Little to her knowledge, you stand in the doorway, hidden, watching with a lovestruck smile. What once was an extremely guarded woman who didn’t believe she deserved love, was now a mama swaying with her babygirl to your shared song.

• Sevika holds her babies in the most random ways, like a football, tucked under her arm in a seated position, with Sunny’s tummy facing her forearm to where it looks like she’s standing, etc. She burps the girls with no effort too, their little body sat on her thigh while their chin is placed on her hand, she has a little -cushioned- blanket on her mech hand while her flesh hand pats their little back. and can maneuver the girls with little effort too.

• Once again, is extremely protective. When the sunny gets older and is able to play at the park, Sevika is on high alert. She is not afraid to check parents whose kid hit sunny. “Hey, I understand this is a public park but make sure your little rascal doesn’t hit mine- she’s minding her own business.” And if a kid is being MEAN to Sunny, she’s always there to pick up the pieces of the heartbreak. “Peanut, it’s okay to feel sad. People are obligated to be our friends, but being rude is never okay, yelling at someone is never okay. You are awesome , I’m sure millions of people would be so happy to be your best friend. How about we try to make other friends?” Sevika says will a leveled voice- surprising the shit out of you and her- little does Sunny know Sevika is HOLDING a big Grudge on that little girl and so are you. “little fucking shit” Sevika grumbled, her face felt tight and her eye nearly twitched.

• Sevika is a firm believer in “night patrol”- ESPECIALLY before she eats her late night snack, she checks door locks, and windows; makes sure the stove is turned off, and that sunny is in her bed.

• As sunny gets a littel older she and sevika begin to share a ritual “the late night snack” aka snacky time. They’re both huddled over like little raccoons eating with just the kitchen light on. Sevika’s broad figure shrinking the daylights out of Sunny’s, it’s comical from an outsiders perspective. “Now you dip it into the milk- oh, well, that works too just dump all the cookies into…the cup. You know kid? you’ve got an eccentric way of eating.”

•Has a gun in her closet, completely out of reach from the girls and in a safe, just in case. She has something to protect. she will not be caught lacking.

•Every Night, without fail, she checks on sunny, pulling the blanket over her small frame if it’s fallen on the ground. Then checks on Mila who is almost always tucked into your chest or on her basinet that’s placed on your bedside.

• Both Mila and Sevika Drool and run hot so the AC is on 62 degrees 25/8 and you wake up with drool all on your chest, courtesy of mila…and sometimes Sevika.

• Since becoming a mom she’s become a light sleeper- before even a bomb wouldn’t wake her up, now if she hears a the smallest sound of small footsteps she’s up. Sunny quickly coming to mind. Imagine that squid-ward meme where his eyes shoot open.

•Definitely the one who wakes up to the sniffles of sunny, “mama I made an accident” Sunny cries in embarrassment, of course waking you up, you quickly try to get get up telling her “it’s okay baby” sevika is quick to place a hand on your shoulder before getting up “Sh sh sh It’s okay baby, accidents happen all the time, let’s get you cleaned up. Mommy will stay with little sister.” Sevika doesn’t give a fuck, she’s picking up and cuddling her daughter who’s drenched in pee. Sunny ends up sleeping on your bed warmly tucked in between you both, but mainly tucked into Sevika’s side. Her blankets and soiled clothes are in the washers.

•Melts when the girls go through a phase of just wanting mama. She bathes in the days where Mila’s little chunky arms reach up for her from the floor as soon as she gets home from work. This pulls out a cooing voice from sevika “there’s my mila girl”. Mila has a love hate relationship with sevika. She also Adores when sunny wants her to watch a movie together. Her girls.🥹

•She is gentle yet stern, don’t get me wrong you both fold easy for your babies. She folds easier than you too, but for some reason is scarier than you. The girls know not to push mamas buttons. She has the “look”, the girls are terrified of it. Hell you’re even scared of it.

•Coughs obnoxiously loud when opening a soda or a bag of chips, and always fails miserably as she hears little feet running to the kitchen. Always ends up splitting it with sunny.

•Sevika will do this time to time, she uses her children as a "picker upper?', if theres a sock on the floor and mila so happens to be in her arms..expect little hands to be reaching for it while Sevika holds her from the back of her onesie. You’ve caught it multiple times.

• Absolutely wheezes when Mila or sunny are having a laughing fit. They’re all essentially just laughing at each-other’s laughs and it never gets old.

• is so unserious and hides her face when you are parenting sunny for saying a bad word, she's DYING and is trying to hold in her laugh. She tries her hardest to make a serious face when you bring her into the conversation letting out a choked "mhhmm definitely not okay” There was one time where she quickly had to leave the room, sunny had covered mila in baby powder, you initially had put both of them down for their afternoon nap not expectimg sunny to wake up so soon- you looked away from the nanny cam for two damn minutes. All Sevika heard was a loud gasp from you, she quickly heads to the room only to find you with a hand clasped to your mouth trying not to laugh. The sight was definitely one for the books, Sunny being caught red handed and 2 seconds away from bursting out crying, and little mila with powder all over her face, to the point where only her beady eyes were visible. This had Sevika quickly slapping a hand over her mouth and quickly leaving the room as her whole body shook with laughter. It gets worse when she hears your wobbly voice -bless you for trying your hardest- "sunny, you've covered mila, she can barely see anything, this is not okay. It is safer to do this when mommy and mama help you, next time ask mommy or mama if you want to help. Go with mama to get a bath ready for mila." You finished off strong, but sevika? That was one of the hardest things sevika had to do, console, and help set up a bath for mila with a powdered sunny. Her face was held tight, her lips both tucked into her teeth, she was a ticking time bomb. You definitely took pictures of Mila and sent it to Sevika, who comes across it every once in a while cracking up all over again. Don’t even mention the time where Sunny’s face was pushed into her birthday cake, but her face came back up with no frosting, only for you both to look down and see that her face imprinted into the cake- the frosting was firm, you could see Sunny’s WHOLE face on the cake- her closed eyes, chubby cheeks, surprised mouth, eyebrows, her little double chin, LITERALLY HER WHOLE FACE. Sevika couldn’t stop laughing for 30 minutes, I’m talking full blown wheezing- hunched over, tears falling,ABS HURTING. she wouldn’t let anyone eat cake until she took a picture. She has a folder on her camera for instances like this.

• she is a beautiful balance of unserious and serious. We love it !

•Does the hand reaching back thing while driving when she hears a crumpling bag, your poor four year old is conditioned and always gives her mama some vanilla grandma cookies or goldfish.

•Sevika has a car playlist for sunny and Mila, they have similar taste to her. The mix is usually everywhere varying from slipknot all the way to bone thugs n harmony- it’s literally everywhere.

• Sunny starts up a habit of waking you BOTH up randomly at 3 AM for a grilled cheese, which leads to the three of you sitting the kitchen island eating a your famous 3 cheese grilled cheese sandwich. “Mama, Mommy This is yummy, can we do this again?” She asks with a mouth full of grilled cheese, you both reply with a “yes baby” and “f’course kid” - Sunny pauses, looking at you both, then with a deep sigh she asks “what if we lived in a grilled cheese sandwich?” Before drinking her apple juice, sevika bit into her sandwich, before answering with a mouthful of grilled cheese as well “I would eat the whole thing and leave us homeless” “oh.” Sunny replies with a small head tilt, deadpanned face.

•Has a sixth sense when it comes to her children, it’s like a spidey sense. The amount of times she’s saved her babies from falling off of something or getting hit by something. She’s also fast as fuck.

• Has an “at home” gym- sunny loves to climb on her back while she does push ups or just watches her as she deadlifts an insane amount of weight. She just sits there with a sippy cup, bed head, and pajamas; Mila is on her walker playing with her toys, paying her mama no mind. Sunny’s favorite thing to say is “Go mama” while she deadlifts or “WOOOAAAHH”. It’s a big ass ego lift for sevika.

•chaotically Throws the kids around, she literally acts as if they have infinite lives, only because she’s in control- she wouldn’t be “haha hehe” if this were someone else. If Sunny wants to go high on a swing, Sevika is nearly launching her to the sun. While running around with Sunny, Mila is literally trying to launch herself off her high chair -she has a bad case of fomo- Sevika usually gets her out and includes her as well. Usually ending with Mila and Sunny both upside down while she holds their feet. Which never fails to give you a heart attack.

• Lovessss making her daughters jealous, when they’re clingy or territorial about you, she’ll smother your face with kisses, taking the time to look over to them, taking out her tongue before dramatically declaring “My mommmyyy, she’s alllllll mine and not yours!!! Losersssss I had her firsstttt”- she’s literally your kids #1 rage baiter and they fall for it every damn time. Sunny is extremely sensitive so she’s crying like the world is ending, and Mila is fucking fuming letting out angry squeals from the floor, her fat little hands hitting her toy on the floor angrily, and her eyebrows are furrowed- the pacifier in her mouth being bitten down on hard.

•Mila actually loves to nap on sevika lol- even though she fights with sevika all the damn time, You will 9 times out of 10 find Mila napping on Sevika’s chest while she does paperwork.

• Poor sevika stopped slapping your ass while sunny is around. It all ended when sunny began crying, sobbing out “You hit mommmmyyy!!!”. Never again. Even after you both explained that mommy said it was okay, and it’s only okay if mommy says it’s okay for mama to do so. Sunny still rubbed your butt cheek while tears streamed down her cheeks- you’d think she was mourning someone. Sevika’s mouth was agape in disbelief and betrayal, sunny hugged you turning her head towards Sevika with a glare; sevika glared back murmuring pettily with her arms crossed over her chest “can’t even love up on my wife anymore. Y’know she was mine before I had to share with you, ya little brat” Sunny lets out an angry “hmm” before crying again and rubbing your buttcheek. You’re literally just staring there while all this is happening like “🫩”. There are 3 Sevika’s in this damn house.

• Enjoys spending time with her kids, but god does she hate socializing. Disneyland is her worst nightmare but she sucks it up for her girls. She has Mila strapped to her chest while sporting a “😐” facial expression, as she waits for you to come out the restroom with Sunny. She’ll quickly fix her expression when Sunny looks over, feigning excitement. “Are you excited babygirl? Let’s go meet tinkerbell!! 😃”

•tea parties are taken very seriously, she’s squeezed into a TEENY chair that’s creaking under her weight- begging for death, she makes sure to call stuffed animals by their proper names.

•listen, Sevika definitely is a pushover for her girls. If they really want something she makes it happen. A great example would be Lottie and her dad Mr. Labouff. Just as she does everything she can for you, she does for her girls. Best wife and mama.

•Is at every recital, sport event, birthday party, and field trip. She is doing her damn best to be there for her kids. She wants to give them the childhood she never had.

A/N; I am so sorry, but I got tired y’all🥀 let me know if you’re all even remotely interested in a part 2 where the girls are teenagers.🫠

[westwriteswhatever]

Sweet Girl

Pairing: WandaNat x Sub Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda catches you out in a lie. Will you tell her the truth on your own or will she find her own way to get it out of you? Hopefully all before Natasha comes home.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, mommy kink, daddy kink, dom/sub, strap-on use (r receiving), strap referred to as cock, grinding to vaginal sex, a lil dumbification and degradation, some plot, dacryphilia, belly bulge, nipple sucking for comfort, Wanda's a little mean in the beginning, aftercare

A/N: the things i write when i'm bored at work. —

You blink down hazily, struggling to control your ragged breaths. Your hands are braced next to Wanda's waist, sliding the smooth curve of her strap between your folds. You squeeze your legs together harder when the blunt tip bumps against you on the forward slide, gasping sharply when it presses firm and heavy on the reverse. A whimper slips out at the wet, needy sounds echoing in the bedroom. You freeze mid-motion, heat rushing up your tummy and neck out of embarrassment.

"Look at Mommy," Wanda commands.

You look up slowly, sucking in your bottom lip when your body accidentally shifts. You meet her gaze. Her green eyes are dark, nearly black, as she studies your face. Her head rests lazily against the headboard, watching you like an entertaining television show. Her eyes move lower, noting the way you inch forward, your walls clenching, wanting to be filled.

Desperate, you rock forward until the tip rests right against your opening.

Wanda’s hands shoot to your hips. Her fingertips dig hard into your hipbones, anchoring you in place before you can push any further. Her stern voice cuts straight through the pounding in your ears.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Her eyebrow raises, the corner of her lip pulling up in a disbelieving smirk. With a sudden shift, she pulls you back, letting the tip slip out entirely and forcing you down near the base.

You groan quietly, your eyebrows pulling together in frustration. You were so close to being full after the past twenty minutes of torture.

Before you can even blink, Wanda grips your wrist and yanks it toward her. With your balance gone, you barely manage to plant your hand higher up, stopping your face inches from her bare breasts.

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Answer Mommy's question," she whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. Her tone drops, her voice dripping with condescension. "Or is my baby too stupid to speak right now?"

You whine pitifully, burying your face in her chest to hide from her gaze. Your thoughts are beginning to slow, your limbs turning into jelly. "I-I didn't do it on purpose," you manage to mumble out.

Her hand leaves your hip, her thumb and index finger clamping firmly around your chin to force your face back up. She's wearing that amused, knowing expression she gives you whenever she catches you out in an obvious lie.

"Say that again," she orders, tilting her head. "Say it clearly, and I'll let you have your way." She leans closer, her lips brushing yours as she speaks. "If you can do it, Mommy will slide her cock all the way inside you, just like you want."

You bite your bottom lip hard, the image making your opening gush and your insides tighten. You suck in a deep breath, releasing it slowly to prepare yourself. Wanda's other hand releases your wrist and moves it beside you.

Your voice trembles despite the preparation. "I didn't—"

You cut off with a sharp gasp as Wanda’s thumb presses hard against your clit, rubbing in slow, heavy circles.

"Hmm..." Wanda drawls, her voice far too bright and cheerful against your growing dread. "I guess you couldn't do it. And here I thought my baby was smart. All you had to do was say six words."

She releases your chin, her thumb moves to press your bottom lip open, moving against your lip in the exact same slow rhythm her other thumb is using against your clit. Her eyes are bright, her breaths heavy, clearly pleased by how easily she can manipulate your mouth.

It's unfair.

"But… but you" you start, your words jumbled from Wanda slipping her thumb deeper between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. "You cheated," you just barely manage to choke out when she applies more pressure.

Wanda tilts her head, her expression morphing into an innocent, pitying smile. "How could I have cheated when the rules only apply to you?" she asks slowly, speaking as if she doesn't think you can comprehend simple words.

"Y-You—" you stammer in disbelief.

She abruptly presses her thumb hard against your clit, forcing a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks against her. She continues speaking as if you aren't wriggling uncontrollably on top of her. Every time you try to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, she presses harder, your slick spreading across her cock the more you squirm.

"I what, baby?" she asks. She tilts her ear toward you, mimicking someone listening intently. "Mommy was just trying to help you."

You try to think of a response, anything for her to fill your aching emptiness, but your mind is completely blank. Tears prick your eyes at the unfairness of the situation, your lips wrapping around Wanda's thumb automatically when you realize you can't bite the inside of your cheek.

Wanda gives you an almost triumphant smile. "Good girl," she praises, her voice shifting into a lighter, pleased pitch when you slump against her defeatedly. Her thumb releases your clit, your body chasing the feeling again even though you had moved away just earlier. Her fingers swipe down against your folds, making you tremble against her from the sensitivity.

She pulls her hand back and brings her fingers in front of your eyes. Your slick drips from her fingers. She presses the pads of her thumb and index finger together, then slowly pulls them apart, stretching a thick, glistening string of your own arousal between them. It catches the bedroom light perfectly.

Your face flushes at the undeniable evidence of your reaction. You try to turn your head away but Wanda presses her thumb harder against your tongue, forcing your gaze to stay in place. She rubs your slick between her fingers, studying it closely like she does when she's looking at a document in her office. Wanda is silent, making the sound of your uneven breathing more apparent.

"Hmm…" she muses, eyes drifting back down to where you're dripping against her cock. Her lips curve into a smirk. "Honey, you know this is supposed to be a punishment right? You were whining so much earlier, but look at you making a mess."

Your insides throb from the mixture of shame and desire. You gnaw on her thumb lightly, a single tear finally slipping from your lower lashes and tracking slowly down your cheek. Wanda's eyes soften briefly before shifting back to her amused expression. She taps her index finger against your chin, prompting you to release her thumb from your teeth. She brushes your tear away with it, her eyes glimmering with desire.

"Daddy always folds whenever you look at her like that," Wanda says softly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "She hates it when you cry. Immediately turning into a teddy bear just to make you smile again."

Natasha… Daddy would always stop her teasing the moment your bottom lip began to tremble, tears forming in your eyes. She'd fret about, tickling your sides to stop you from crying. Mommy is different.

She tilts your chin up slightly, ensuring you meet her eyes.

"But I know these aren't sad tears," Wanda continues, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Mommy can't help but tease you more when you look like this." She brings her thumb to her lips, licking away the remnants of your tear.

Without warning, her hands clamp firmly down on your hips, anchoring you tightly against her. The sudden movement forces a sharp gasp from your throat, your entire body jolting when your clit presses hard against her cock.

You look up at her with wide, startled eyes.

She leans her head in close to you. "Now, let's start again," she whispers lowly in your ear.

She begins to guide your hips, forcing you to slide against her again. It moves between your folds easily. Wanda's stomach glistens from where your slick has dripped down.

"Every time you stop from now on, I'll add five spanks to your punishment," she warns in a low, dangerous tone. "And it won't be from me. Daddy is soft on you most of the time, but you know how Daddy feels about you blatantly disregarding our words."

You force yourself to slide forward, whines exiting your mouth as you remember the last time Daddy had spanked you.

"Mommy…" you whimper shakily. It's getting too hard to move your body. Sweat drips down your back from the overwhelming sensation of her prodding right at your entrance, only to slip away every single time. "Too tired," you whine, your movements slowing to a crawl.

Wanda lets out a disappointed sigh. "No wonder you're tired," she says. She lets your hips come to a stop, but she keeps her hands firmly in place. She meets your eyes, leveling you with a hard stare.

"Mommy was so excited to see you after three days. So excited, that Mommy even left Daddy behind when we had to stop at the company building and took a taxi here herself." She lets out a slow breath. "But imagine Mommy's confusion when she found her baby sitting on the kitchen island, when she knows she's not supposed to."

You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes drifting downward to her chest.

"Look at me," she says, the authority in her voice forcing your eyes back to hers. She narrows her eyes slightly. "And imagine Mommy's surprise when she opened the fridge to find all the food she made you still there. Except…" She leans in closer. "Only one bite was taken from every container. As if her usually sweet girl did it on purpose."

Guilt claws at your chest, making you bite down harder on your cheek. You press your hands into the mattress, pushing yourself up and leaning back to avoid her gaze, trying to ignore the wet sounds that erupt at the movement.

Wanda's stern voice eases slightly, her eyes watching you with care to make sure you don't lose your balance and fall backward.

"Mommy was so worried to find six coffee capsules missing," she continues, her voice softening into that incredibly gentle tone she uses when she knows you've had a terrible day. "Even though her baby girl knows it makes her anxiety worse, even if she doesn't realize it at the time."

She tilts her head, searching your face as you try to turn away.

"When Mommy asked you earlier, your face fell and she knew you wanted to tell her what's wrong, but instead you decided to talk back," Wanda notes softly. "So? Do you finally want to tell Mommy why every time she called you, you said that you were doing great and that you were eating well?"

Your gaze drops. The guilt is still fresh and heavy, pressing down on you despite how sluggish your brain and body feel. You really had wanted to tell Wanda why you were acting out when she first asked. You wish you had just confessed over the phone on the very first day they were away. But back then, you had already made the decision to have two coffees when you knew you should've only had one. Your bad behavior had spiraled from there.

It had all culminated in her arrival today—and the crushing, sad expression on Wanda's face when she realized you had barely touched the food she lovingly made for you. Even then, when she had given you so many chances to just be honest, you had talked back instead.

You know Wanda and Natasha can't just drop everything to be with you. You tell yourself you need to toughen up. It's just so hard being alone now, especially since you met them and learned what it feels like to be cherished. You knew you needed this punishment just so the weight of the guilt would finally stop crushing you. And you know she sees right through you. She knows it, too.

You shake your head. The confession is right there on the tip of your tongue, but the simmering guilt in your chest refuses to let it out just yet.

Her lips pull into a thin line. "Fine," she says, all the softness in her voice gone. "That's five spanks then. Mommy didn't forget. " She pulls your hips toward her, her fingertips digging into your skin. You bite your lip, trying to stop the moan that still slips out at the sudden stimulation.

Once the tip prods at your weeping entrance, you expect her to let it slip away as she has been this entire time, but instead it slips inside and she forces your momentum backwards and down, sinking her entire cock into you at once.

You cry out loudly, your arms wrapping around Wanda's shoulders instinctively. Your walls flutter uncontrollably, the tight ball that had been wound in your lower tummy for the past half hour finally unravels, your thoughts exploding and blanking all at once. Your thighs tremble against Wanda's, your cheek squishing against her shoulder as your ragged breaths puff against her neck.

Wanda shifts beneath you, sitting up more properly but sending her cock deeper into you until you feel it hit a wall and can't go any further. You whine from the overstimulation, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Your breasts press against Wanda's, bringing some comfort as your thoughts come back to Earth but a haze rests over you brain. The rush of emotions jumbles your head, but you know one thing. You just want your Mommy.

"If you don't start moving in ten seconds, I'm adding another five spanks," Wanda reminds you sternly. You lift up slightly, your knees aching from being bent for so long. You wrap them around Wanda's torso, sinking back down on her cock sending whimpers past your lips. You rest your head back on her shoulder, squeezing your arms and legs around her tightly.

"You're not getting out of this by acting cute and snuggly now, baby."

She brings her hand to your chin, tilting it so that you're forced to look up at her. Your bottom lip wobbles, tears pooling above your lower lashes. Your breaths come out in ragged gasps, the way they always do right before you start sobbing.

Wanda's eyes widen in alarm.

Her hand rushes to your cheek, cupping it with gentleness. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asks frantically, her voice thick with worry as her eyes desperately scan your face and your trembling body.

You shake your head, tears falling steadily down your cheeks as you finally spill everything you've been carrying since the moment they left.

"I-I'm sorry, Mommy," you sob, your voice watery and broken. You try your best to time your words between desperate gasps. "I s-should've just told you when you asked me, but I didn't. I was being bad on purpose."

Wanda rubs her thumb against your cheekbone, soothing the track of your tears as she watches you attentively. You know you should feel guilty for letting her comfort you right now, but instead, the warmth of her hand helps even out your ragged breathing.

"The house was too quiet, and my head was just so loud," you confess, a fresh wave of tears hitting your throat. "Daddy wasn't there at night, snoring loudly like usual. A-and you weren't there tossing and turning all night. No one was there at the table watching me eat like a-always."

You pause, sniffling softly as you try to rein in your big feelings. Wanda waits patiently, knowing you aren't done yet. You force yourself to take a deep breath, and she nods encouragingly, giving you the strength to finish.

"I know I shouldn't have lied on the phone, but I didn't want to worry you and Daddy. I have to learn to be okay by myself again," you breathe out. But the tears build all over again as the memory of the past few days crashes over you. "B-but then the coffee shop was so busy, and my professor wouldn't slow down in class. And I-I missed you guys, and I was alone. And-and—"

Wanda gently pulls your head down against her shoulder, cutting off your spiraling thoughts as she begins hushing you softly. You sniffle against her neck, trying to stabilize your uneven breaths. Wanda wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing one of her hands flat against your back. She begins to pat you in that slow, steady rhythm Natasha always uses whenever you're having a hard time breathing.

"It's okay now, my sweet baby," Wanda coos softly. "You're forgiven."

The guilt that had been simmering under your skin instantly dissolves at her words. You press your face closer to Wanda's neck, the timing of her pats finally evening out your breathing.

"We have a lot to talk about," Wanda notes gently. "But for now, do you want Mommy to pull out? You're probably all sensitive and swollen from rubbing against Mommy's cock for so long."

You blink blearily letting the remaining tears flow down and drip against Wanda's collarbone. You watch as the tears travel down the swell of her breasts, then to her stomach where it melds with your fresh arousal. You're exhausted, physically and emotionally. The orgasm you had unexpectedly upon Wanda suddenly entering you and the release of emotions after telling Wanda how you'd been feeling, empties your brain completely.

But the greedy part of you, the part that knows you can handle it, wants more. Wants more of Wanda.

You shake your head, your cheek brushing against her shoulder. "I…" you start, your voice cracking. "I wanna keep going," you whisper honestly, your head far too empty to feel embarrassed.

Wanda chuckles lowly, leaning in until her lips brush against your ear. "You're insatiable," she murmurs teasingly, undeniable affection lacing her voice. "Look at you all exhausted. Let Mommy do all the work now." Wanda's hand that had been patting you presses flat against your spine as she begins to lean forward. The feeling of her cock shifting inside of you forces whimpers past your lips. You muffle the sound against her neck, needing to feel her even closer.

"My sweet baby," she coos gently in your ear. She lays you down gently on your back, your head landing softly at the foot of the bed. You look up at Wanda who's now leaning over you, her hand planted next to your shoulder while her other comes up to cup your cheek. She gives you a little smile before leaning down, pressing her soft lips against your forehead then to both your eyelids.

She rubs her thumb against your cheek. "Poor baby. Your eyes are all puffy now." Her fingertips fall away from your face, tracing down your body to just below your bellybutton. She press down gently, the pressure sending shockwaves through your system. You gasp at the unexpected sensation.

"Hmm…" Wanda hums, her eyes looking down to where her fingers slide up and down your lower tummy. She presses down occasionally, making you squirm beneath her. It doesn't feel like she's tracing at random.

"Look down, baby" she directs you, her voice bright with wonder.

You crane your neck downward, blinking a few times to focus on where she's directing you. A sharp breath catches in your throat when you notice the outline of her cock showing, the tip pushing your skin upward into a small bump.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you let your head plop back down onto the mattress. You peer up at Wanda. She's biting her lower lip, drinking in the sight of you.

You watch her hips slowly move back—or rather, you feel it. Your walls tighten instinctively, unwilling to let go of the fullness you had craved so much. But Wanda doesn't move far. She allows the tip to remain anchored inside you, her gaze locked on your stomach, watching the way her cock slowly retracts.

She shifts her knees forward slightly. Your legs finally slip from her torso, spreading further beneath her.

She finally meets your eyes as you gaze up at her almost drunkenly. The green in her eyes is reduced to slivers, her pupils completely blown from arousal. She smiles down at you gently, her words are anything but.

"Mommy missed touching you even if it was only for a few days. I know my poor girl has already cried a lot today," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of pity. Her lips slowly begin to curve into a dangerous smirk. "But Mommy wants to reward her brave girl. So she might make you cry just a little more, but they won't be sad tears anymore."

You blink up at her, your expression morphing into a little, dopey smile. Mommy is right here with you, looking at you exactly the way you've been craving for days.

"Okay, Mommy," you murmur obediently.

Your chest rises and falls faster as the anticipation builds.

"There's my good girl," she coos softly, sending a rush of butterflies through your tummy.

Her expression changes in an instant. She bites her lip again, but the dangerous smirk stays in place. You don't even have time to blink when she suddenly drives her entire length into you, the base of the strap pressing hard against your clit.

You cry out, your arms reach out for her instinctively, wrapping around her shoulders to bring her closer to you. Wanda doesn't stop though. You hear her grip the covers beside you before she slowly begins to slide out of you again. You look up at her with glazed eyes, tears threatening to fall from the corners of them from how sensitive you are, knowing what's coming. She takes a deep breath that you feel against your cheeks before she gives you an innocent smile. Her hips slam into yours but she doesn't pause this time.

She pulls out until just the tip remains inside of you, before driving her cock in as far as she possibly can, repeating over and over again, the pace increasing with every thrust. Your body slides up the sheets from the force but Wanda's hand grips your waist, pulling you back down to match her thrusts.

Choked moans escape your lips, the sound never being able to finish when she rams herself into you again, turning your moans into gasps. Your body, already sensitive from how she's punished you, teased you, and now using you, feels like it's already reaching the edge.

Shockwaves run through you body when she shifts slightly, the angle changing. The ridges of her cock grind and press against that soft, secret part of you that Wanda always finds so easily that sends you into a shaking mess.

"Mommy!" you cry out between the heavy beats of her thighs tapping against yours, tears running down the sides of your face. "T-too much," you whimper, your legs wrapping around her torso despite your words.

Wanda lets out a breathless chuckle, her eyes watching you squirm beneath her with amusement. "Is that so, princess?" she asks, a teasing lilt clear in her tone. Her eyebrows pull together, she brings her lips to your ear, her voice thick with strain. "Mommy's close. I know my patient girl can wait a little longer." Her thrust never miss a beat while she speaks to you.

You really don't think you can wait longer. Your breaths are coming out harshly between whimpers. It feels like your skin is vibrating from how sensitive you are. Wanda's increasingly ragged breaths brushing against your ear, her breasts swaying in your vision, hypnotizing you. The thick, sticky sounds whenever Wanda retracts. It makes the fire burning in your lower tummy burn brighter and hotter, threatening to consume you whole.

"M-mommy," you babble out over and over again like it's the only word you know. Wanda groans next to your ear, her thrusts becoming erratic.

"Cum whenever, baby girl, Mommy's right here," she breathes out heavily. You squeeze your arms around her tighter, your body tensing automatically at her words, her permission allowing you to finally let go.

Pleasure surges from where you and Wanda are connected all the way to your fingertips and to the top of your head. You feel almost lightheaded from the rush, your body feeling like it's floating higher and higher with no end. Your breaths come out in gasps at the altitude, your vision blurring.

Wanda's strokes become shallower, barely drawing back before pushing back in, your arousal gushing around her cock. It leaves you trembling beneath her from the aftershocks, your breaths beginning to slowly even out save for the sharp inhales when Wanda thrusts a little deeper. She gives you one more heavy stroke before she stops, her entire length shoved inside you as she grinds against the base of the strap.

"My good, sweet girl," she moans lowly, her torso shaking from her own orgasm. You and Wanda's heavy breaths meld with each other, echoing through the room.

You're spent. Your arms fall away from her shoulders, dropping beside you. Your legs follow suit, your feet unhooking from one another and plopping down on the covers. Your head feels floaty, your thoughts drifting by and fading away like clouds.

All you know is that you want Mommy.

You reach out shakily, grasping one of Wanda's breasts to signal what you want. She lets out a deep breath, her body no longer shaking. Her hand shimmies under your back, helping you follow her as she lays to her side, still inside of you.

"Do you want Mommy to pull out or a little longer, sweetheart?" Wanda murmurs, her voice tired but full of soft affection.

"Little longer," you murmur back sleepily, your legs tangling with hers. Wanda's hand slides up your spine to the back of your head, pushing your face gently to the swell of her breast. Your lips part automatically, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking gently.

It's a ritual of sorts. It eases your mind and brings a level of comfort to you and Wanda. It extends past bedroom activities. She'd offer it to you when you were anxious, scared that you'd bite your lip too hard and draw blood again.

Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, your eyes closing at her relaxing touch. You lay there, pressed against her skin to skin, silently, unsure of how much time has passed. You swear you fall asleep for a moment, but your lips are still tight around Wanda's nipple when you would blink your eyes open only to close them again.

It isn't until a hand brushes against your cheek and the other voice you'd been missing sounds around you, that you peel your eyes open again begrudgingly.

"Hi, my cute baby," Natasha's raspy voice comes from above you. You barely turn your head while looking up, unwilling to release Wanda's nipple. Your heart leaps with joy upon seeing Natasha smiling gently down at you.

"Hi, Daddy," you mumble sleepily, your eyes shining with happiness.

Wanda chuckles next to you. "Baby, that tickles."

A sleepy little giggle bubbles past your lips upon hearing Wanda laugh. Natasha's thumb brushes against your tear-stained cheeks. "I see Mommy made you cry." Her eyes scan your face, moving downward to where you and Wanda are still connected.

You close your eyes again, the sleepiness closing in. "A little," you whisper, your lips wrapping around Wanda's nipple again, making Wanda shiver.

"Hmm…" Natasha drawls. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that all the food Mommy made you is still in the fridge, sweet girl?"

You act like you don't hear her, suckling a little harder. Wanda's laughter echoes through the room as you smile softly. — A/N: it's been a minute since i've written something like this. had to brush off the dust, so hopefully it turned out ok. i forgot how fun smut can be to write so might do more. thanks for reading!

if you read Choosing You, this is probably what the future will look like (not sure if i'm sticking with the titles though)

[grxce4shh]

First post, kinda nervous... Thinking about grace with a wolfcut hair. She also DEFINITELY cuts her hair into a bob, just to avoid going outside to a salon before RE9.

[dearbaes]

thinking about pitfighter jinx & shimmerstrap

Jinx is the kind of pitfighter that uses her small size and agility as a weapon, lean muscles glinting with a hint of sweat as manic giggles escape her. She sounds crazy, but hot at the same time when she fights.

Something about the way she moves, hits and still manages to conjure a shit-eating grin right after… it makes your cunt tingle with need.

Knuckles split, shimmery-pink eyes glowing faintly in the dark, breath falling heavy… yeah, you want to fuck her so bad.

She fucks just like she fights.

She uses positions that always has you cumming within seconds of her starting, and she definitely loves pulling out all the way before slamming herself back to the hilt so hard your cervix feels bruised in the most pleasurable way ever.

Jinx smells faintly of chemicals, something sweet and the tangy smell of blood on her hands after hours of pitfighting.

She definitely doesn’t care to chop her hair even if sometimes it gives her opponent leverage over her, but she can also use it to her advantage to her liking—wrapping them around her opponent and throwing them off balance whenever she wishes to.

The way she’s so efficient with how she moves, how she fights—you can’t help falling for her.

You’re pressed against the wall, back warm against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. You both meant to take a shower but now she has you pinned to the wall, with the shimmerstrap nudging between you both—bulbous head pressing again your tight cunt.

“I want you inside,” you whisper as you stroke her hair to the sight.

Jinx smirks softly and pushes forward, making the strap breach your tightness. It fills you up gradually until all of her inches are buried inside, only then does she start thrusting.

Her small tits jiggle with every thrust, the strap is wrapped so snuggly by your warm, wet walls. The sounds are lewd. It turns her on more, her lips on yours, moving hypnotically. The smell of sex rises in the air, steam filling the small shower room as you both ignore the water from the shower, fucking in the corner instead of getting cleaned.

“Oh! Jinx, I’m—oh, you’re big… so big.”

“I like the look on your face when I slam myself in,” she says, voice throaty and playful at the same time with that rough edge that makes your nipples peak, “your eyes roll back to the back of your head… I like that.”

Your cheeks are deep red as you try to hide your face in her shoulder but she’s not having it.

She pulls your face back, one hand under your chin, “come on. Don’t look away.”

“But this is genuinely so embarrassing…” you say, pouting—it makes her want to drag you over to the bathroom mirror and fuck you right in front of it so you can see yourself getting fucked out of your mind, her cum leaking down your thigh in thick globs.

Yeah, the shimmerstrap was perfect for breeding, and Jinx abuses that power.

When she’s close, she grips you so hard her nails are digging in your skin borderline painfully but the pleasure has engulfed you so much, you don’t even register it. All you do is blabber nonsense as she finally cums inside you—letting her shimmercum drip down your thighs when she pulls you.

“Hold it,” she murmurs softly, almost too affectionately for someone who’s just finished inside you, “I like it when you drip with my cum, but I want you to hold it tonight.”

[mimisoyster]

One of the coolest(sexiest)things a woman can do is huff out their cigarette smoke from their nose

[sweetpeabutch]

strapped Nikki freeman?!? Holy shi

can you please write some more sub reader with Nikki thoughts 🙏

maybe mean Nikki 🤔

mean nikki <3 i’m just imagining her mocking you and giving you that teasing smile while she overstimulates you. making fun of your wet pussy sounds, the way your juices squirt all over her hand, the way you’re moaning so loudly. her hands grabbing your wrists to keep your hands off your face, making sure to thrust even deeper and harder while she hisses for you to stop hiding from her, her voice deep and raspy while telling you to look in her eyes while she ruins you.

cockwarming nikki’s strap while she writes on her typewriter. getting your ass slapped when you grow super needy and start moving your hips in circles. getting pinched when you whine into her neck, trying to pull her away from work. getting forced onto your knees to mouthwarm her when nikki gets fed up with your pathetic whimpers, thighs being forced open when she notices how you rub them together while she degrades you.

nikki eating her sub out until they cry, humping her strap against the mattress while she coaxes your fourth orgasm out of you because she’s so drunk on you. nikki cooing at you and telling you that you can take it because you’re her good sub.

nikki tying your hands together while she fucks you into the mattress. she loves how you try to touch her even when you’re tied up. she teases you for it, cocks her head and gives you a big ole smile while saying, “poor thing. you wanna touch me so badly, don’t you? i just know you wanna grip onto my waist while i fuck your hole. you look so cute trying to reach for me.”

nikki wearing a pretty skirt on a date with you, and while strapped up. nikki using your jacket to cover her crotch while you lead her to the table, placing it to the side while she spreads her legs and thinks of ways she can get you under the table to show you what she’s packing. she “accidentally” drops her spoon and asks you to fetch it for her. while you sink underneath the table, she lifts her skirt so you get a good view of the strap she’s wearing. once you spot it, your brain stops working. you’re holding the spoon in your hand while you ogle nikki’s thighs and the strap between her legs. she feels for you under the table, grips your chin, and pulls you closer until your face is mere centimeters away from her thick strap. she thanks god that you’re both sat in the corner of the room, with barely anybody near. nikki strokes your face with one hand and grips her strap with the other, slowly pushing you in while she rubs the tip on your lips. she has you suck her off for a few minutes before whispering for you to come back up. her pussy throbs when she spots the amount of spit on your chin from choking on her strap. you end up getting fucked in your backseat after the date.

nikki loves seeing you slip into subspace while she coos at you. she loves how your head dips and how you press your cheek into her hand while she’s degrading you for being such a strapslut. she loves how you chase her lip after she pulls away. she loves the involuntary whines that leave your throat when she slaps or chokes you. nikki will laugh at your pathetic state when you’re eating her out sloppily and will make teasing comments that get interrupted by her pretty moans.

sub who begs to please nikki vs nikki who mockingly laughs at you and teases you until you cry. she’ll touch herself in front of you, getting off to how you squirm and beg to fuck her with your fingers. she’ll have you get on your knees and command you to sniff her wet panties, but won’t let you touch her. she’s sickeningly sweet when you start crying, will pout at you but still mock you for being such a crybaby. but she grabs your wrist and puts your fingers on her clit, makes you start rubbing her, slides your fingers down until they’re pressing against her hole. she’ll praise you for doing so good until she starts babbling and can only produce broken moans because of how good your fingers feel stretching her out.

[penandpaperwriting]

“There you go baby, just like that. Deep breath in for mommy…”

Her fingers held a burning joint to you lips and Wanda watched as the length slowly burned down.

“Get all stupid and pliable for mommy, now blow out.” She pressed her lips so that they were barely touching yours and inhaled the smoke from your mouth.

You hadn’t talked in twenty minutes, just giggling and staring at Wanda as she played with your hair.

“Such a pretty little girl, doing anything I ask. You wanna keep being a good girl for me hm? For mommy?”

Wanda wasn’t shocked when you nodded, your face plastered with a smile as her hands hooked around her neck.

“Good girl, now just let mommy make you feel good” as her hand slipped underneath your waistband, ready to make you addicted to the feeling of her.

[dearbaes]

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA THINGS I THINK ABOUT A LOT:

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA doesn’t know what to do when you suddenly catch her off-guard, calling her cute nicknames like “Sevi” or even “Vika” because no one ever dares treat her like she’s something soft—because she’s not and that’s the side of hers people usually see—but you see the part of hers she buries deep down…

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA who loves your kisses so much that she subconsciously melts into them and she’ll definitely deny she ever does that.

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA goes absolutely speechless when you pack her lunch for the first time, do her dirty laundry and even wash her clothes by hand when she returns covered in dried bloodstains from a drunken brawl.

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA doesn’t know what to do with how softly you caress her hair other than laying her head in your lap and occasionally burying her face in your thighs because you’re soft and she suddenly feels safer although she’s aware if anything were to happen she’ll be the one trying to shield you.

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA who’s really bad at showing that she loves you so she’ll get you one those whimsical mushroom-shaped mugs that you like so much, and she’ll put it on the counter, standing there awkwardly, saying, “don’t make a big deal out of it.”

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA who physically doesn’t know how to cuddle and lays there stiffly whenever you cuddle her in bed.

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA who acts like an abandoned, kicked puppy in the rain when you don’t give her your usual affection or if you haven’t kissed her in the last two hours because why would you do something so cruel to her? :(

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA who hates asking for your attention because she doesn’t wanna seem clingy but at the same time she craves your attention so desperately, she might even just roll over on her back and want belly rubs at this point.

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA eventually learns how to show you love as well, always resorting to filling your water bottle or gently chiding you whenever you overwork yourself.

LOSER GIRLFRIEND!SEVIKA who takes to cooking to show you she loves you by making you meals that are healthy and filling, which means a lot especially given you’re both living in the Undercity where a plateful of food is worth a thousand unspoken words.

do we want more?

[dearbaes]

artist reader who draws bsf sevika without her knowing until she finds them one day:

“What are you upto?”

Sevika had this awful habit of always walking in your room without knocking first and that was exactly why you had developed such quickness in movement. You quickly closed your sketchbook, eyes wide with shock as you watched her walk towards you while casually lighting a cigarillo.

You swallowed. “Nothing.”

“Didn’t seem like nothin’ to me.”

“What’re you even here for?” You put your sketchbook down, crossing your arms.

“I found something I meant to give back t’ya’, but… I held onto it for a bit.”

You stared. “What is it?”

Slowly and very carefully, Sevika pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket. It was a sketch paper… your heart dropped to your stomach, heartbeat so fast you could swear she probably could hear it beating. You knew that paper.

You often tore loose sheets of paper from your sketchbook whenever you felt like sketching in class since carrying the whole thing was a pain in the ass, and those sketch papers were always tucked away neatly in the spine of your textbooks…

Often, whenever you shifted your notes and books, they slipped out if you weren’t too careful. This was one of your careless slip-ups.

“That’s—I—I can explain.”

“Go ahead,” Sevika said with a smirk spreading on her lips, she enjoyed the way you got so nervous with the confrontation. She stood at a good distance so you couldn’t snatch it out of her hands as she splayed the paper out, studying the fine lines of pencil, “you’re good at it. Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been sketching me?”

“Because… it’s embarrassing?”

“How?”

You gawked at her—did she seriously not know how intimate it was to be an artists’ muse or was she playing dumb because she wanted you to spell it out for her and stammer even more than you already were?

“Sev… just give it back.”

She folded it and pocketed it, “on second thoughts… nah, I’ll keep it.”

“You’re an asshole, give it back!”

Sevika took a deep inhale of the smoke, “not until you explain why you’re doodlin’ me in class.”

“I just needed a subject and you seemed easy enough to draw—now give it back!”

Sevika’s eyes squinted like she was trying to detect if you were lying by looking at your face simply, you tried to hold eye contact but you heavily underestimated her silver eyed stare. You couldn’t help getting a little wet from the stare contest, which Sevika noticed without even having to check.

You were breathing faster and she could see how your fingers were curled, you were either very angry or very turned on by this and Sevika assumed the latter.

She knew she was hot like that.

“Okay…” she turned, “then you wouldn’t mind if I took a look at your other sketches, since I’m just a temporary subject whenever you can’t find a proper muse, hummm?”

“That’s not what I said—” you said, flustered.

She took advantage of that—before you knew it, your sketchbook was in her hand and she held it out of your reach, flipping through the pages.

“Oh, good Lord! You drew me naked!?”

“Sev—! Give it back, you little shit! Oh my God!” Your face was hot with humiliation as Sevika finally returned the sketchbook to you, you clutched it to your chest like it was something priceless. “Get out!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sevika said, stubbing the cigarillo out in the ashtray you hadn’t used in a while, “those aren’t bad at all.”

“They’re embarrassing.”

“They’re not really.”

“But they are.”

Sevika sighed and nodded to the bed, “sit down.”

“Sev, I really—”

“Sit.”

Her words left no place for argument so reluctantly you sat down on the edge of the bed, hands on your lap, eyes staring into the floor so hard you could burn a hole through it if you wanted to. Sevika sat beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight alongside yours, she scooted closer just so her thigh would be touching yours.

“I didn’t mean to tease you, ‘kay? I wanted to know if you feel the same…”

You looked at her, “feel the same as in…?”

“Yeah, I like you.”

“Like me… like a friend, right?”

“No.”

“...”

“I love you, idiot. Don’t make me say that out loud ever again.”

You grinned, “ooooh, you love meeee—”

“I’m gonna murder you—”

“Sevika loves meeee.”

“Genuinely, fuck you—”

“I think this is when you’re supposed to kiss me.”

Her lips found yours like she’d spent all her life suppressing her emotions for you, like she’d been lying to her, telling herself you were just a friend she really liked as a friend… but now, the truth was out. Now, she could finally breathe.

Now, she could be your muse.

Your only muse. Your love.

[penandpaperwriting]

I saw a post that once said Wanda would just make reader intoxicated with magic and I haven’t stopped thinking about it:

Wanda loved being able to control everything about you with her magic, she loved you while sober but something about you all dumb she loved.

She’d find herself using her magic to make you extremely horny and desperate for Wanda, making sure you begged for hours.

Sometimes she’d go into your head and turn off any big girl thoughts, making you so stupid and happy that you would suck on Wanda’s chest for hours without complaint.

It was even more fun when Wanda messed with your other emotions, she’d go into your head and turn up your sensitivity so you could come simply from her pulling your nipples.

Her favorite however was to control your dreams. Giving you extremely graphic and dirty dreams that made you wake up soaking wet and humping Wanda’s thigh.

[aweskerspet]

i don’t talk about jill valentine enough.

but, imagining her as a smoker is so insanely hot to me. i’m pretty sure it’s canonical (correct me if i’m wrong)

when you’re over at her apartment, and she’s got a cigarette hanging from her glossed lips. a tank top on, no bra with her nipples hardened from the chill air, and pyjama shorts so skimpy and hiking up her thighs every-time she walks that you can barely focus on anything she’s saying.

and i just know she keeps that cigarette hanging from her mouth while you’re beneath her, eating her out, and she’s complaining about wesker’s cruelty at work recently regarding keeping them all so late, something you know all too well. so nonchalant about everything that you worry you’re not doing well, but then she gives you all the encouragement you need in that gentle, pitying tone that you can’t help but work fervently.

tongue working overtime, her painted and manicured nails gripping at your locks of hair and pushing you further between her legs.

“just keep going,–like that, yes– you’re doing great, good girl.”

and if you’re not a smoker, she’s blowing the smoke into your face and making you squirm.

now i want to imagine playing spin the bottle with stars and making out with her …

[mellowm1nd]

MARK ME, BABY !!

tattoo artist!reader × client!sevika

a new client — an older woman with the bare body of a goddess; comes into your shop in the look for someone who can artify her with a big, unique piece.

you're the only person working sundays. , ,

#tags - implication to sexual acts (?) but no actual smut happens, bad flirting, nudity, cringy comedic timing Lol, reader is a fool from the very first moment she sees sevika .

#a/n - just a hurried, overly long oneshot ??

The store had been empty for hours.

You'd been contemplating calling it a night and going home early for over half of that time — despite it being against your bosses wishes.

What was the point of sitting around in an empty shop?

Your bosses rules were weird anyways.

Like the fact that he found chewing gum something worthwhile banning.

Who takes time out of their day to do that?

He could've lessened everyones hours instead.

Would've been smarter, considering the shop's recent unpopularity.

You could all split the hours during the summer and pocket the same profit.

You scoffed into the stale air; agreeing with your own thoughts as you wiped the table for the fourteenth time of the day.

You'd planned it to be your last wipe.

That was, until the bell of the front door rang.

You were certain you'd started hearing noises. Wouldn't have been a surprise considering the heat.

But you weren't hearing stuff.

Weren't seeing shit, either.

Only a hot, tall woman.

"You open still?"

She asked, her voice a sexy, raspy note that bled into the warm air.

Your gaze went blank — and zeroed on her stunning frame. Practically drooling.

Toned muscles peeked from through and underneath her light clothing.

The low dimmed lights catched onto her sculpted features.

A crooked nose.

Strong eyebrows.

Piercing silver eyes.

She cleared her throat.

"Miss?"

You snapped back into reality and stumbled over your own feet to go greet her by the door.

"Yeah, we're open. You really lookin' for a tattoo?" you asked, appalled.

No one gets themselves tattooed in a heatwave like this.

Not if they're not stupid.

Stupidly attractive.

"Yeah," she sighed and stepped further into the store — gaze sweeping over the small interior. Taking it all in.

Old pictures with their frames hanging crooked.

Incense wafting through the air and oozing with the air of the conditioner.

A few chairs — both empty, neither really that private.

The space was packed.

Tiny.

The air inside was definitely just as hot as it was outside — if not hotter.

Twofold.

Almost.

"Asked around. Heard some stuff. Was told your shop would be my best shot."

She hummed.

"Really?" you questioned, walking behind her broad frame.

She turned and gave you a crooked look; one of amusement.

"Really," she confirms. "Or did I just stumble into bad data? Should I leave?"

You quickly shook your head.

"Oh, no! I was just," you swallowed. "Uh... not a lot of people like to get tattooed in the summer. Has a few downsides and all that," is what you managed to spit out.

The woman nodded: easy, unhurried.

"Downsides such as?"

You rounded her to get behind the front desk— searching cabinets for old safety pamphlets.

Ofcourse you'd thrown them out.

"Uhhh, well, there aren't actual risks involved, but it's preferred that you stay out from the sun, which kinda ruins a lot of peoples plans," you explained.

The woman stood patiently before you: nodding along each of your hurried words, leaning against the wooden table.

The surface creaked under her weight.

"I don't have any plans. Actually like it better away from the heat," she assured you.

"An inside person? Me too," you hummed.

The chuckle that followed — deep, rumbling — made your back bow upright: like a zip of electricity had hit you.

"S' that why you've got one singular fan inside this place?" she asked.

Your cheeks flushed.

"Sure. Yeah," you agreed.

Then backtracked when you actually registered her words.

"I mean- no. It's not my call, the ventilation, sadly," you nervously explained, walking towards one of the empty chairs — the one nearest to the fan.

The useless fan.

"Right," the woman rumbled back.

Another chill went through you.

Couldn't pin it on the weather.

You guided her to sit onto the chair, leather creaking — and started gathering your supplies.

"I take it you've got an idea with you. Or better yet, an actual sketch."

"The latter," she replied- already handing you the carefully folded piece of paper.

"Oh my," you took it with a surprised chuckle, cautiously unfolding it. "Not a lot of people do that anymore-"

What was supposed to be a sketch was a perfectly shaded drawing conveying a dragon.

It had precisely shaped wings, an even amount of scales; all sorts of parts overlapping with eachother.

Blending together perfectly.

"You drew this?" you then asked, giving her a shocked look — eyes wide as they stared.

"Don't start flatterin' me, darlin'," she grumbled — though the slightest of burgundy bloomed at the apples of her cheeks. "'s mediocre at best. Feel free to change some things. You're the professional one."

"After this, I'm not sure I am," you laughed. "But I'll try to hold onto that title..."

Your mind blanked.

You hadn't even asked her name.

"... Sevika," she filled in the blank for you.

You sanitized the space and told her your own name. "Great to meet you, miss Sevika."

"Lose the miss," Sevika grumbled almost playfully. "Thought I walked into a Zaunite tattoo shop. Gettin' treated like royalty."

"Could've fooled me." You gave her a foxy smile. Tried to.

She mirrored it with a tiny grin of her own.

Your heart skipped multiple beats. A nurse might've mistakened it for a lower-level aneurysm.

You cleared your throat and pumped the seat down so she was somewhat more at your eye level.

"So, Sevika, is this your first rodeo?"

"Getting a tattoo? No."

She tugged at her sleeve: revealing a graceful arm tattoo that ran all the way from her wrist to her shoulder.

"Cool piece," you complimented with genuine interest. "That got a story?"

"Just thought it was sexy."

Oh.

Great minds think alike and all that.

You turned around to hide the flush on your face and pretended to search for something.

"Certainly is," you muttered in the hopes that she wouldn't catch it.

Perhaps she didn't, since no answer followed.

That, or she was one hell of an actor.

"I'm guessing that tattoo was planned for a larger area. We're you thinking chest or back?"

"Back."

Thank fucking god.

Having to pretend to be concentrated whilst secretly just staring at her boobs the whole time would've been your end.

"Back piece. Ooookay," you hummed, pulling on your gloves with your back still to her.

Clothing ruffled behind you.

You didn't give it much of a thought.

"For that, you'll need at least two separate sessions."

"Figured."

"What about placement? Just in the clear middle, or would you like to choose it by the mirror-"

Boobs greeted you when you turned back around.

Of course she wouldn't wear a bra.

Abs stared back at you.

Muscles.

The boobs.

Oh, chirst.

She was like a hand-carved greek statue.

You squeaked a little. Forcibly.

Then continued on like the professional you were pretending to be.

"So... uh, the placement?"

"Middle's good."

You gave her a rapid bow and started guiding her down — trying to ignore the heat at your abdomen.

"Okayyy, just lay down on your stomach for me," you uttered: voice coming out shakier than you would've liked it to.

She settled with a groan. Something in her back cracked.

"Blamin' the age," she grumbled.

You laughed and tittered like a teenager, and started fixing up your tattoo gun — cleaning, changing, testing...

But once she was on her stomach, she turned to you and gave a look that bordered on worry.

"This ain't gon be a problem, right?"

She moved her metal arm lightly.

The gears went around with a scuffle.

You'd noticed it the second she walked through that door. Of course you had.

It was impossible not to.

But you had enough sympathy to not linger on it like you'd imagine that a lot of people tend to.

A metal limb wasn't the most vulgar thing you'd seen working where you did.

Your face softened a little.

Your novel attraction to her only grew.

"I doubt so," you gently answered. "If it gets in the way, we'll find you a better spot to lay down at. Okay?"

Her head bopped once in agreement.

The stencil took ten minutes to get on. You enjoyed shaving off the hairs from her back far too much.

You then smiled a little: even knowing she couldn't see it, and buzzed your machine on.

"You ready?"

"Mmm..." the hole in the seat carried her voice out.

"Just tell me if something hurts or you gotta take a break."

"'m a tough girl," she grumbled into the warm leather. "Might even enjoy it."

You giggled and settled yourself over her at the best possible angle — hands bending, tongue already peeking out in concentration.

The first contact made her shiver.

"You good?"

Another agreeing rumble reached you.

Okay.

You actually managed to focus on the tattoo for the first ten minutes.

Then Sevika let out a groan.

At first, you suspected she was in pain.

But before you could ask, a moan followed.

Shit. She wasn't lying.

"Y- uh, you good?" you gulped.

"Never better, baby."

Baby???

Oh, god.

To the very best of your ability — you continued.

Somehow even managed to have a stable grip on the machine.

Drew straight lines and curvy curves.

Ignored the sweat droplets that ran down her bare, sticky back.

Her moans and groans continued.

Pleasured. Content.

They egged you on.

You wanted to please her.

Let that be through the process of a tattoo or not.

"t' feels 'good," she murmured towards the end of the session; when the base of the tattoo was already nearing its end.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Your tongue peeked again to wet your lips.

"It is one, doll."

Fuck, her nicknames.

Cringy as they were, you ate them up. Let them stir the heat in your gut each time one fell from her lips.

You were sure there was a wet patch by your crotch.

A growing one.

To your luck, if one was there — atleast it hadn't caught Sevika's attention.

With as much proximidity as you had to her, that alone was a surprise.

After a raw hour of Sevika's moans and your own barely surpressed ones — the session's time came to end.

If it was up to you: you would've had her walking out of the store with a fully shaded tattoo by the end of the night.

Especially if it meant you could listen to her lewd sounds for a handful of more hours.

But it wasn't a question of choice.

It wasn't your decision.

It was the fact that the store had to be shut by eleven PM sharp. Another stupid rule.

And you were already running half an hour late.

Had you not been so distracted with such a sweet, lustful melody ringing in the room, you might've glanced at the time every once in a while.

But you hadn't.

So when you eventually did — your tattooing came to an absurd stop.

"I think that's it for today," you broke the sudden silence that followed; wiping the remaining ink from the sore skin of Sevika's back once last.

"Shit," she groaned and pushed herself somewhat upright; eyes hazy, face relaxed.

You, by now, had learned to act like her gorgeous boobs weren't there.

Sevika looked at you, slowly bearing her surrondings.

"Can I see it?"

"Of course!" you chirped and gestured for her to sit nearer by the full-lenght mirror — and shoved a smaller one into her hand.

She then stared; gaze glued to the new piece sitting on the skin of her back.

Her reaction wasn't immediate.

That you'd gotten used to.

Quick thank you's that most of the time didn't even feel sincere. Just hurried.

With Sevika, you had to wait.

That felt genuine.

A beat passed.

Then,

"I like it," she murmured, and something akin to a smirk tugged at her dark-painted lips.

You watched how the act pulled the scar on her upper lip.

"Yeah?" you asked, nearly holding your breath; afraid she could hear the shake in it.

"Yeah," Sevika assured and gave you a look over the handheld mirror.

Your cheeks went bright for the millionth time of the evening.

"Well- I, uh, I'm glad. Really."

Silence overtook the room.

The fan buzzed.

It hadn't tuned the heat down in hours. Literal nor figurative.

It was Sevika's turn to break the quiet.

"So, does this gotta heal before the next step or?—"

"Oh, yes!" you took a step back and looked around for the plastic wrap to cover the fresh tattoo with. "The recommended time is atleast two weeks, but that might vary from person to person."

"Mmhm."

As you went around her and the seat to take care of the tattoo — your instructions continued pouring out in a nervous ramble.

"I'm sure you've heard it all before, but don't try to pick at the protection or break the cling seal." You opened a fresh bandage.

"That might lead to infection, which'll lead to more problems..."

A tired laugh: not one of mocking — rumbled deep from her chest and made her back heave with it.

"I got it, sweetness."

Your lips parted.

Sevika felt the air land on tacky her skin.

"Okay. Yeah. Good."

You tried not to hump her back as you covered the new tattoo.

Just so managed.

Then hopped off your chair and came to stand before Sevika.

Even had to hand her back her damp shirt with your eyes averted.

Her chuckle didn't go unnoticed by you.

"So, I'll swing by two weeks from now? Just show you the tattoo. Get your confirmation on the healin'."

Sevika held her bottom lip between her teeth and gave you a look from under her lashes — human hand busy going through her jeans pockets.

Something in you throbbed.

Everything in you.*

"Sure! Absolutely," you returned with a shy smile and stood up; but not before a stack of bills got shoved in the palm of your hand.

You made a quick count of the amount and gave her an aghast look.

"There's an extra fifty in here-"

"I know. Keep it."

Sevika herself rose; streched, and then started waltzing towards the exist.

You stood in place.

Then followed like a lost puppy.

"Are you sure?" What for?" you questioned — hurrying behind her.

Her steps halted, the doorknob already in a steady hold in her metal palm.

"Good service," she offered with a coy smirk. All dashing and hot.

Before you could thank her, more words came.

"Nice ass. Pretty face."

Your legs nearly gave in.

Fuck.

Your mouth opened and closed.

Utters came out.

Your words tangled.

Her smirk grew and bordered on arrogant.

The front door's bell went as she pushed open the door.

A breath of almost-fresh-air spilled into the space.

Sevika turned on her heel and chuckled on her way out.

"I'll see you in two weeks."

You stood still. Mind blank. Limbs senseless.

All in all; a pleasant buzz travelling through your body.

You nearly broke into silent, happy peeps when the door went again.

Sevika's face peeked back inside.

"I was also told the employees here are attractive," she hummed and gave you a quick one-over, eyes hooded.

Shrugged.

"Not wrong there."

A final click.

And then she was gone again.

She'd rendered you breathless. Left you reeling, worked up and alone.

You clutched at the bills in your palm.

Stared at the closed door in utter disbelief.

You'd already began counting down the hours that it'd take for you to be living the moment two weeks ahead.

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ノ [main m.list.] ノ[sevika m.list]

[lesbiannbat]

Trying to act all normal around her as if a few hours ago I wasn't cumming at the thought of her

[darlingofthecrypt]

drunk reader trying to make out with Ellie in the backseat of a taxi x mostly sober Ellie trying to get her to settle for tender affection because of the driver

ohhhh to be in this position with her 😩 TW: lazy writing

“wowwww, thank you uber driverrrr” you slur, climbing into the backseat of the car. your girlfriend grips your arm tightly in her hand, trying to keep you balanced

the driver gives you an irritated stare that you don’t seem to notice, but ellie picks up on it

“sorry about her. i’ll leave a good tip” ellie laughs, getting in the car behind you

you lean in close to her, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, you pout as she shrugs you off

“seatbelt” she says like a demand

“mmmphhh” you whine, ignoring her and pressing your lips just under her ear “you smell so good”

“you’re wasted” she smirks “sit in your seat” she says it in her serious, no bullshit tone

“baby” you whine, moving your kisses down her neck

“how’d you even get so drunk? i swear i only took my eyes off you for twenty minutes” she teases

“m’ not drunk” you lie hopelessly, still leaving sloppy kisses on her skin

“oh really? totally sober, huh?” she jokes, pushing you off her gently

“kiss me” you pout

“babe, be respectful. seatbelt. now.” she demands

you scoot back with a pout on your face “you’re so mean”

ellie leans over and buckles you into your seat “there, look how pretty and safe you look”

you lift your legs, resting your feet on her lap, needy for any contact

ellie starts to massage your calves “do your feet hurt?” she asks. you always wear the worst shoes, and you never learn your lesson

“mhm” you frown, looking down at your heels

ellie frowns back at you “I’ll rub ‘em when we get home, okay?”

“will you make me pasta too?” you ask, clearly pushing your luck

“you’re spoiled, you know that?” she teases as her hands move higher up on your legs

“I’m not spoiled at all, you won’t even kiss me” you complain stubbornly

she takes your hand in hers and brings it up to her lips, placing a slow, tender kiss on your knuckles “i know. i’m so evil. but yeah, pasta. whatever you want, it’s yours… when we get home”

[rezijellyfish]

Fem gojo

[liahcharms]

None of the things I would do to her were in the bible

[amascsblog]

give me a fem where she would drags me around by my belt loop, makes me watch her try on all her clothes. a femme who would pull me into the dressing room with her to see her try on the clothes but deep down she’s messing with me. like i won’t have her quietly moaning in my hear from her riding my fingers like the slut she is.

[hornybutchblog]

just wanna fuck her while she’s in a cute little sundress