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Jun 3

how big is g!p ambessa and Sevika 🥹

Warnings: g!p Ambessa, g!p Sevika,

(With this I'm assuming you're talking about their dicks? Considering you specified them being g!p 🤷🏻‍♀️ So that's what I'm gonna go with 😅)

Ambessa 𖹭

˙⋆𖹭 Ambessa definitely is more girthy than lengthy, though it's definitely still an impressive size. Probably around 6-7 inches with a bulbous head. She's strong and when she's hard it stands at attention, with an upwards curve that silently promises to ruin you in the best way possible.

˙⋆𖹭 The curve of her cock is perfect, it's almost guaranteed that Ambessa will find the sponget, sweet spot that makes you tighten up around her with almost zero effort on her behalf.

˙⋆𖹭 Even though it's not all that long, her girth and the way she uses her cock makes up for it. Everytime she has to be careful, get you nice and stretched open on her fingers before she even thinks about sheathing herself inside you. Ambessa knows you love the stretch but she's careful to make sure your prepped and readyfor her.

˙⋆𖹭 She's cut, circumcised, with neatly trimmed, dark, curly hairs at the base. Her cock is aesthetically pleasing, it looks well cared for and maintained. Her veins aren't too prominent until she's fully hard and practically dripping but once she is... those veins create the perfect, most delicious friction that drags along your inner walls with each thrust.

Sevika 𖹭

˙⋆𖹭 Sevika's cock is the definition of a 'monster'. Sitting at a good 8-9 inches, it's girthy but not overly for her height and stature. She can wrap her fingers around it nicely... though if you're smaller than her it might be a bit of a challenge.

˙⋆𖹭 She knows her size is impressive and Sevika is absolutely smug about it. When you first see it she revels in the slight fear in your eyes that it's simply not going to fit. However she'll always make it fit, she wants to feel you wrapped around her- and she's not against lube to make it as comfortable as possible for you. She's smug but not stupid.

˙⋆𖹭 Sevika is uncut. That's it, she never felt the need to change what she's working with because she's happy with her natural blessings. The same goes for her hair, it's a messy tuft at the base of brown hair. Wild and untamed just like her personality she sees no need to change it. Plus she loves seeing it all wet once you've coated her in your slick.

˙⋆𖹭 Her tip is super sensitive, which she hated that you've figured out, because youll give it teasing licks and swirl your tongue around it before you've even taken her in your mouth- and she's already ready to burst. Counting to 100 and imagining naked grandma's has become a pretty regular occurance when you're on you knees for her.

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eradicatedbythenightmare

Jun 2

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𑣲 see through ♡

☆ dad’s best friend!sevika x reader ★

── ♡ synopsis: you both get caught in the rain, and she gives you her jacket.

── ♡ cw: playful banter, age gap, deep conversations, kissing, fingering, praise kink, oral, talking through it, cum licking, size kink

── ♡ note: im looking for writer mooties guys

“That ice cream was ridiculously expensive, you didn’t have to get me that.” and despite saying that you still licked the swirl on the cone.

“You deserve a sweet treat every now and then, I know how hard your parents are on you, kiddo.”

Sevika had always been like this.

Providing you with things you knew your parents would disapprove of but then again, your parents wouldn’t trust anyone more than her. She was your dad’s best friend, and helped in your parents’ wedding so much that she ended up becoming your emergency contact, in case you couldn’t get a hold of your parents at the moment.

But ever since you’d finished college, you’d started seeing her differently.

Yeah, Sevika never settled down with a woman.

You were aware of her hook-ups.

But somehow that made you feel jealous the more you thought about it. Her big, rough hands running down someone else’s body, kissing them with her pretty plump lips.

Oh, hell no.

“You’re really sweet to me.”

“Well,” Sevika shrugged, “you’re kinda my responsibility.”

You glanced.

“That’s all I am to you? Just responsibility?”

She barked a laugh, “where’re you gettin’ that from, kiddo?”

“Nowhere…” you muttered and quietly ate your ice cream.

“You can talk to me ’bout anything, y’know that, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

You both walked in silence. The busy city was filled with the sound of heavy traffic and people living their tireless lives. The sky was gray, the weather almost depressing if you hadn’t just had the best meal of your entire week—thanks to Sevika.

You looked at her.

Her short hair was tied in a ponytail today—which barely held the dark strands. Her dark clothes highlighted her sharp features and her biceps bulged the sleeves of her jacket.

You looked back at the road, biting into the side of the cone, “do you always dress in black?”

“... No? Why?”

“Nothing,” you spared her a judgemental look, “y’look good in black.”

“Why thank you.”

You felt your cheeks flush so you instantly avoided eye contact, and stared at the road with increased intensity.

“Looks like it’s gon’ rain.”

Sevika looked up at the sky, studying the way the clouds moved rather fast. You looked up as well, watching the sky with her.

“I like rain.”

“Yeah? Don’t jinx us.”

You rolled your eyes. “I fancy playing in the rain actually.”

“Sure, kid, but not right now.” Sevika said, voice serious, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

You laughed, “my immune system is stronger than that—”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You sighed, “arguing with you is like arguing with a wall.”

“Good. ’s supposed to be like that.”

You both went silent again. You finished your cone.

Then, you finally gathered the courage to ask:

“Sevika?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you ever get a girlfriend?”

She didn’t answer.

You continued. “It’s not like you’re ugly. You could easily bag a hot chick.”

“I’m not good with commitment.”

You squinted. “Don’t you lie to me, old woman.”

Sevika feigned offense, hand on her heart, but a smile on her lips, “how dare you!”

You swatted her shoulder playfully, smiling as well, “tell me the truth!”

“Okay…”

She took a deep breath.

“I’m secretly straight.”

You almost tripped a step.

Sevika laughed. “The look on your face was fucking iconic!”

You stopped walking one hand on your hip, “Sevika, stop playing with me! Tell me the truth. Pretty please?”

One drop landed square on your forehead.

You blinked, eyebrows furrowed.

Then another drop. And another.

Then—it started raining.

Hard.

Not even a slight trickle.

Almost a thunderstorm.

Sevika looked down at your body. Your white top had stuck to your body instantly, you got drenched within five seconds under the rainwater. Your black bra showed through your top, and that blared alarms in Sevika’s head.

Without a single second of hesitation, she removed her leather jacket and draped it over your head.

You were practically drowning in it.

“Sev—!”

“Take it.”

“No, I don’t want it. I wanna play in the rain!” you were already tugging it off.

Sevika pursed her lips, annoyed, and pulled the front of the jacket over, buttoning it so you couldn’t take it off easily.

“Keep. It. On.”

You exhaled deeply, almost exaggeratedly.

“You’re gonna get sick,” Sevika said, softer now.

You swallowed. The moment felt oddly intimate.

Sevika snapped out of it. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

You nodded and quietly followed her.

You both walked faster than before, almost jogging back home. Sevika used her spare key to click the lock open, pushing you inside first before getting inside herself. She was drenched from head to toe.

“Oh, you’re back,” your mom smiled, then looked at Sevika, “oh, no. You’re soaked. Do you need me to get you a—?”

“I got it.” you said quickly, “my room,” you told Sevika.

Sevika—a little confused now—followed you to your room, apologising to your mother briefly for leaving a trail of water on the floor.

“It’s no big deal.” Your mother mouthed to her before you both disappeared behind your bedroom door.

You closed it and gave Sevika a towel.

“You should get out of those clothes. They’re wet, you’re gonna get sick.”

“I’m gonna be fine.” Sevika said, patting her hair dry first.

“No, you won’t be. I listened to you back there on the road, didn’t I?”

“Barely—”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re not staying in wet clothes, Sev.”

“Okay, okay, fine.”

Sevika took off her clothes and wrapped her body in the bathrobe you passed to her. Rain pattered on your window. You finally took off Sevika’s soaked jacket and put it together with the rest of your clothes.

“Thanks… for what you did for me today.”

Sevika looked at you, confusion written across her face. “Huh?”

“The jacket,” you reminded her.

“Oh! Yeah. Sure, kiddo.”

A moment of silence.

Sevika tried not to get distracted by your lacy black bra staring at her through the see-through material of your damp white top.

You blinked. Then—looked down.

“Oh—”

And quickly turned away.

“Sorry… didn’t mean to flash you.”

Sevika looked away. “You’re all good…”

You quickly got a fresh set of clothes and went to the bathroom to change. You got out dressed in dry clothes, face still flushed from accidentally showing her what you did. You sat down beside her on the bed.

“So… what we were talking about before…” you said, slowly. An evil smile crept on your lips. “Why exactly are you single?”

Sevika facepalmed, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

You grinned.

Sevika didn’t make eye contact. “I feel like love can easily turn into a weakness. At first, it’ll feel like rainbows and butterflies and then… things will eventually crash, and you’ll be devastated weeks, if not months.”

“But I don’t think that pattern follows in committed relationships, y’know compromise and stuff is like the basics of keeping a relationship.”

Sevika sighed. “If only it were that easy…” Sevika paused, “and to add to that, I’m not exactly young and meant for a long future.”

You scoffed, “you don’t know that. You could live like a 100 more years, and end up being like those toothless old great grandmas—”

Sevika threw a throw pillow at you. You giggled and caught it.

“You little shit,” Sevika muttered, catching the pillow and tossing it back at your face with far less mercy.

You squealed, nearly toppling off the bed as it smacked into you.

“Violence! In my own home!”

“Your parents’ home,” Sevika corrected immediately.

You narrowed your eyes. “See? This is why you’re single.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You burst out laughing.

Everything in your bedroom—the smiles, the laughing, the banter. It felt personal. Intimate on a different level.

Something almost taboo considering how close she was to your parents.

“What you thinkin’ about, kiddo?”

You opened your mouth to answer but then the word just hit you wrong. Kiddo— it felt weird. Bad.

Misfitting considering your feelings for her.

You swallowed.

“Can you not call me that?”

Sevika tilted her head. “What, you suddenly hate it?”

“It just—... Doesn’t feel right.”

“You’re still younger than me.”

You couldn’t help taking advantage of where the conversation headed, “well, can’t blame me, you’ve been around since the dinosaurs.”

Sevika flicked her finger at your forehead.

“Ow!—hey!”

“Behave.” Sevika said in mock-anger.

You pouted, “so mean to me…”

A beat. You leaned back.

“So tell me, if love makes people weak, what’s the point of it?”

“Point of what?”

“Loving.”

“I guess some people think it’s worth the pain.”

You looked away for a second, “and you don’t?”

“I never said that.”

A pause.

“Sevika… did someone hurt you?”

You both held eye contact for a good five seconds. Sevika smiled, lopsided—suddenly all the years of experience and heartbreak evident on her face.

“Life hurt me, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart hit you the wrong way.

You stared at her.

Sevika clearly realized what she said a second too late because her jaw tightened almost instantly.

“… Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“That one.”

“What one?”

“The one where you look at me like I just hung the moon.”

Heat flooded your cheeks immediately.

“I do not look at you like that.”

“Mhm.”

You grabbed another pillow and hit her with it this time.

Sevika caught it easily with one hand.

Show off.

“You’re annoying,” you muttered.

“Yet you keep invitin’ me into your bedroom.”

Your breath caught.

The words hung there.

Sevika seemed to realize how that sounded immediately after saying it because she went strangely still.

The rain filled the silence.

You could hear your own pulse in your ears now.

“… You know that’s not what I meant,” Sevika said finally, voice lower.

“Yeah,” you answered softly.

But neither of you looked convinced. You bit your lip, swallowing and glancing down—Sevika’s lips looked so good.

Dark, matted. What if you wanted a taste? Just a little kiss. Just to smudge her dark lipstick a little.

Just a little…

Sevika cleared her throat.

“Have you… have you ever thought about that?”

“What “that”?”

Sevika paused, as if weighing her words. “Have you ever thought of me like that?”

Everything in your brain paused at once, you felt hyperaware of the sound of rain against glass.

Then, in a very soft voice you replied, “we shouldn’t…”

“I know,” Sevika said almost instantly, like she’d expected that reply from you.

An awkward pause.

Sevika laughed—nervous almost.

“Sorry, I made it weird, didn’t I—?”

You didn’t reply with words.

You leaned forwards, letting your lips graze herself just slightly before pressing against them—her hands automatically grabbed your waist to hold you in place as you kissed her. Your hands moved from holding balance on the mattress to Sevika’s shoulders, kissing her deeper.

One of your hands glided to the back of her neck, rubbing it. It made Sevika groan and her hands on your waist tugged you onto her lap. You plopped down easily—perfectly fitting on her lap as you continued kissing her, holding her face with both hands.

You both parted.

“This is so wrong…”

Sevika’s eyes flickered to your lips, then back at your eyes, “yeah—but fuck—”

And she kissed you again.

You held her tightly, your eyebrows curling upwards as you trembled from the intensity of her kiss. Her tongue slipped between your lips, dominating your mouth with ease.

“You gotta keep this a secret, sugar…” Sevika whispered into your mouth.

“I will,” you whispered back.

Sevika flipped you both, laying you on the mattress as she spread your legs slowly. She rubbed you through your pants first, enjoying the way your cheeks tinted red and you struggled to keep your little moans down.

Your eyes widened when she ran her hand over your clothed clit, making a small choked sound. Sevika pushed your shirt up enough to expose the waistband of your pants.

“I’m taking them off, okay?”

You gulped, “okay…”

Sevika pulled your pants and panties down, leaving your lower half bare. She spread your legs out properly and moaned at the sight alone.

“You’re so pretty here, baby…”

You clenched around nothing.

That was embarrassing.

Just how much effect her words had on you was so fucking embarrassing. You squeezed your eyes close, turning your head away.

“Please, fuck me.”

First, Sevika put two of her fingers—middle and ring—in her own mouth, withdrew the soaked digits and aligned them to your entrance. You whined softly feeling the tips of her fingers press in before she slowly pushed them inside.

Her fingers were thick, the slight callouses that ran down the length of her fingers creating a kind of texture that made your legs shake before she ever fingered you properly. She moved them—smiling at the way you struggle to contain yourself, your hips twitching and legs trying to close around her.

“Oh, baby,” Sevika leaned down, kissing your clothed chest and rising up until her lips brushed your collarbones and neck, “you’re so pretty like this, such a pretty little cunt stretching out on my fingers.”

You wrapped both arms around her, body moving against her fingers almost as if possessed.

“Need more, need… more,” you pleaded, head thrown back to reveal more of your neck.

Her thumb found your clit, circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip, teeth digging into the flesh to keep yourself from moaning out loud. Sevika was good at this—thanks to her untamed sexual history but you didn’t mind if that meant she was a beast in bed.

“Come on, squeeze me with that pussy, baby.”

“I—I can’t hold it…”

Sevika kissed you near the lips, letting her warm breath fan your face, “cum, sugar.”

Your eyes rolled back, only the whites of your eyes visible as your clear fluids ran down Sevika’s hand. She angled it in a way to make sure it landed mostly on her palm and not the bedsheets underneath. She leaned down, and cleaned you off with her mouth.

It was filthy—the way her nose nudged your clit, tongue lapping up your juices.

Sevika held your legs apart, teasing your overly sensitive pussy with her tongue, knowing fully well you’re overstimulated. But she enjoyed the little sounds you made.

Your heavy breathing filled the room as your hand weakly pushed at her head, “S-Sev, please, I can’t really—I can’t…”

But she was much bigger.

And she used that to her advantage, pinning your lower body down with her weight as she devoured her meal like a starved woman. It was filthy, almost dog-like the way she lapped at your pussy, making sure to let her tongue lay flat and warm against your clit for a significant amount of time before moving to your slit—gathering all your juices.

Finally—she moved up.

Before you could protest, she grabbed your chin and kissed you.

You squeaked, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“Mmmm…” your arms wrapped around her again, this time lazily, playing with her slightly damp hair.

Sevika pulled out of the kiss, and remained like that for a few seconds.

Your noses brushed against each other and for the first time in a while, you saw her beyond the pretentious front—not the arrogant, cocky woman with the muscles who was your dad’s friend.

Just a woman who has been too afraid to love all her life.

And you wanted to be the one to prove to her otherwise—love is weakness, yes. But it can also be strength if you find the right person.

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