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[heartshapedmistakess]

𐙚⋆.˚ this blog is mostly for me writing fan-fiction and posting about miscellaneous things

! BELOW 16 DNI !

— about me .ೃ࿔*:･

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ i’m naomi ! i’m 16! raging thespian, she/they, i’m a slut for story based video games and i hope you enjoy my writing!

[everydayloveyou]

a strap can get you pregnant if youre pure of heart like me

[andieprincessofpower]

hi everyone!

i know i haven't been active in a while, i've been going through #stuff, but this post it's not about that. i don't know if you guys have seen it in the news, but yesterday there was an earthquake of 7.4 in my country, Colombia.

luckily i'm alright and so is my family, i live far away from the city where it happened, but there's a lot of cities that were heavily affected by this, hospitals were destryoed, people lost their homes, and they're stil trying to find those who are missing in the rubble.

it breaks my heart to see what's happening to my country and my people, and i know this post doesn't solve the problem that is going on, but i wanted to do my small input (besides donating) in here by sharing information of what's going on.

the most affected cities (that we know of) are Cali, Pereira, Manizales, Armenia and Quibdó, but we really need to keep our eyes on San José del Palmar, the town where the earthquake had it's epicenter.

you see, San José del Palmar is located in the Chocó region which population is composed of 60% Black people and 15% Indigenous communities.

it is sadly one of the poorest regions of the country and has suffered from state neglect from years. even nationally we are barely seeing any news from them, right now they don't access to power, clean water or comunication.

the people are already taking actions —as well as local administrations like Choco's governor and Pereira's mayor— donating food, medicine and clothes, voluntering and helping find missing people.

the current national goverment has been making some questionable decisions regarding this tragedy (including that the president reached the Unidad Nacional para la Gestión del Riesgo de Desastres (UNGRD) [National Unit for Disaster Risk Management] three hours after the incident and that he is dennying international help that other countries have offered —including Mexico, China, Chile, El Salvador, Brasil and many more.) so my intention with this post is to share the information of what is going on in here from the inside.

if you can donate, which i can asure you everyone here will be extremely grateful for, these are two institutions you can do it outside the country, you :

Colombian Red Cross

World Central Kitchen

Caring for Colombia

unicef

Fundación PLAN (this one is specifically helping people on Chocó)

In case you have a way from donating in the country, I also want to share this link people organized where they share other places you can donate to, or share the link Mutual Help Colombia

aditionally, someone created this website to share the names of those who are missing after the tragedy Colombia te busca

if you can't donate please help with sharing this information, and any news you find about the situation in our country.

thank you for taking the time for reading, it really means a lot.

[dearbaes]

like i'm sorry but this is who i've always been. i'm a lover girl at heart, yes, but if disrespected i will leave. i might love with all my heart, but even i have limits to my tolerance. loving doesn't mean tolerating abuse or disrespect. know your worth, babes 🩷

[butch-bara]

butches should be fucking each other

[dopedyk]

🐈‍⬛ drunk sevika

𑣲men and minors dni !!

a/n: still cleaning out drabbles 🧹 also, omg this picture of sev !!! busting

inspired by a comment ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎° @bunswyyy ‧₊˚ made lol

head (r!receving), face riding, overstim, after care

no one has ever eaten you out like this. so wild. so hungry. for so long. it’s been at least an hour and you are on your third orgasm. sevika was gunning for four; but that is no feat for her. she just knows what your body needs.

eagerly still lapping at your buzzing pussy, sevika looks up at you. her eye contact pushes you further to the edge, the look she gives you is so confident. all knowing. her chin dripping with your juices as she unabashedly moans into you. her tongue laying flat long strips across your pussy, focused perfectly on your clit.

it’s like she’s reading your body like a book; with each roll of her tongue and every vibrating purr, she flips a page. her large hands grip your thighs firmly, feeling every muscle twitch and jerk. you reach a shaky hand, weakly grabbing at the tuffs of her thick black hair.

“s-sevvv…” voice trembling you roll your hips, brushing your extremely sensitive clit over her large nose. the pressure dizzying, “s’good…aah~!” you arch your back at the feeling of sevika’s tongue pressing deep into your clenching hole. sevika angles her head a little so her nose is applying beautiful pressure to your neediest spot.

“i knew you’d like that,” sevika groans through you, “i know exactly how to handle this pussy.” she continues fucking her tongue into you, the fat muscle masterfully curving into you. she's ripping porn-worthy moans out of you, taking joy in the idea that her neighbors can definitely hear you.

she pulls back, dragging her tongue out of you, “look how i have you, you’re a mess.”

“sev.. please?” you whine, bucking your hips at the lost sensation. sevika gives you an evil smirk,

“awe, i can’t say no when you’re being so good!” she coos, going back to devouring your sopping pussy as if that’s what she was made to do. her nose pressed harder against your clit. her tongue pumping fast in and out of you, getting deeper every pass. your hand instinctively yanks on sevika’s hair, a throaty moan erupting from her chest and into your pussy.

“don’t stop! i love how your tongue f-feels inside me! ohmygod—!” your entire body trembles and buzzes. your voice breaks at the end of each whine; but you don’t care how you sound, this is heaven. your mind is so gone, you don’t even notice your babbling complete nonsense to sevika’s thorough enjoyment. your hips stutter chaotically, as sevika’s thick tongue fucks you through it.

“c..can’t cum again….” you mumble. sevika goes up to kiss your forehead, her mouth still covered in your slick.

“that’s okay, let me take care of you.” sevika takes your limp body, gently throwing the covers over you. for a second she leaves and then comes back with water for you and a scotch for her. the rest of the night is spent with soft kisses and rivers of compliments.

[dearbaes]

Her Hired Hands

reposted from archive

summary: sevika didn’t believe in softness. not for herself, anyway. not until her daughter— her entire world— found the one babysitter she refused to let go of. you were supposed to be hired hands, nothing more. but between late nights, spilled juice, and tiny hands tugging you closer, sevika starts wanting something she knows she shouldn’t.

content: size kink, pwp, smut, praise kink, sevika has a daughter, nipple sucking, slight manhandling, strap, kissing, squirting

word count: ~ 2k words

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“You’re hired.”

You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Securing this job was the only way you’d planned on paying for your bills this winter. You didn’t have a single alternative option. Sevika guided you to the hall before she very carefully twisted the knob, opening a door. You peeked inside.

Inside was a little girl in a pastel pink dress, she was perhaps only just two years of age. When she saw you, she walked closer, standing only a few inches away from you, looking up at you with curious eyes.

Then, she ran to Sevika’s legs, throwing herself all over the other woman. Sevika, caught off guard, chuckled and bent to pick her up. She seated the little girl there on her hip, “this little menace is Mira.”

“She’s adorable. She’s got your eyes, aww…”

“Yeah, but don’t let that fool ya’, she’s still very difficult to take care of.”

“Oh, I don’t believe any child is difficult, they just need to be understood in their own way.”

Sevika just nodded with a little smile before she walked, holding Mira, “c’mon.”

You followed her into the kitchen.

“You’re not to give her anything sugary without checking with me first, she gets very hyper when you give her even the littlest nibble of chocolate so I overview her sugar intake,” Sevika explained.

“Understood.” You nodded, “anything else?”

“She can pretty much express herself and communicate already,” Sevika glanced at Mira who was sucking her own finger. “I’ve gotta warn ya’ though, y’can’t take your eyes off her. Not even for a second. She’s very… active.”

You blinked. Mira giggled as if she was already plotting how to ruin your day, then kicked her legs.

“If she waddles too fast, runs and falls over— don’t baby her. That’ll make her cry and shit. Just tell her everything’s okay and nothing happened. She usually never cries from shit like that.” Sevika opened the fridge to show you where she’d kept Mira’s food, “oh!— and she’ll likely plead you give her candy or anything sugary— don’t give in. Ever. Always check with me.”

“Alright. Hawk eyes and no sugar. That’s easy.”

“Oh, and she climbs everything and screams a lot.” Sevika added casually.

You looked at Mira, “you sure? She looks so sweet.”

“She’s just a little shy.” Sevika passed Mira to you.

You almost dropped the sudden weight but then adjusted, and lifted to seat her on your hip, “there we go…”

Mira paused, looked up, gauged your expression and giggled, burying her face in your torso.

“Aww, she’s so cute.” You told Sevika.

Sevika raised a brow, nodding to Mira. You looked down— she was chewing your blouse.

Your eyes widened but before you could say or do anything— Sevika’s voice filled the kitchen area.

“Mira.”

Mira stilled, let go of your blouse and turned her little head to face Sevika— licking her lips, staring innocently.

“Oh, she listens to you.” You said, wishing you had an ounce of Sevika’s authority.

“She listens when she feels like it.” Sevika closed the fridge door.

Mira pressed her forehead against your chest, tiny fingers curling into your collar. You couldn’t help it— you melted. “It’s okay…”

Sevika wasn’t convinced it was though— she knew her daughter better than anyone. Knew her fully well to expect—

“Mira! Sweetheart! Sitting— sitting is good,” you tried to make her sit back but Mira decided that standing right there on your hip would be more suited to her caliber.

“She does this… a lot. She thinks she’s immortal.”

Mira squealed so loud you swore you went deaf in one ear, “up! High!”

Sevika was going to intervene but then your hands hooked under Mira’s tiny underarms, you secured your hold and then swept her tiny body through the open space, lifting her high up— Mira giggled and squirmed, kicking her feet but she was clearly enjoying this.

“Little menace, aren’t you? Hmm?” You twirled her, lifting her high up once again.

Mira squealed, “again, again!” She blabbered.

Sevika just stared. “Damn, you’re good.”

You settled Mira down against your chest again, smiling, cheeks flushed a little from the sudden exertion.

Sevika leaned against the kitchen counter, uncapping a water bottle to take a sip, “usually she cries and throws herself on the floor when someone new picks her up, but with you— I’ve gotta give it to you, you’ve got a gift for charming people.”

You smiled in the moment— not catching how she said “people” instead of just “kids”. Mira beamed at you as if she’d already decided you were her new favourite human being. Sevika put the half empty water bottle down.

“I’m gonna head out for work. You call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” Sevika grabbed her blazer off the chair’s back, “you be good, okay, baby?” Sevika kissed Mira’s head, and waved.

“Bye bye, mama!” Mira giggled, buzzing with energy.

“Bye, sweetheart.” Sevika gave her a last smile before she was out the door.

“Guess it’s just you and me now.” You told Mira.

Mira grinned— no, she fucking smirked. “’gain.” She stomped on your hip.

By the time Sevika got back home, the place was so quiet she had to take a step back and check the plate on the door to make sure it was still hers. When she stepped inside, she saw you washing Mira’s little bowl in the sink, everything was so tidy…

“Oh, welcome home.” You greeted, putting the bowl away.

“She asleep?”

“Mhm…”

She stepped inside cautiously, loosening the knot of her tie with two fingers. She closed the door behind herself and walked to you, stopping a few feet away.

You glanced a little.

“She’s deep asleep,” you reassured. “She told me decided my shoulder was squishy and she fell asleep.”

“She likes you.”

“I hope that’s not a problem— many moms don’t like it when—”

“It’s not a problem. I’m glad actually.”

You smiled, nodding slowly. Sevika looked so awfully pretty in this lighting. You couldn’t even help it.

“You look… you look pretty.”

“What?”

“Tired!— I said tired.”

Sevika stepped closer. “I heard you the first time. Just never been called that a lot.”

Your cheeks reddened, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. “We shouldn’t— umm—...”

“Yeah, it’s a cliché trope, ain’t it?” Sevika chuckled, her nose already brushing yours.

You couldn’t help grinning. “You really read those shitty romance books?”

“Maybe… One or two.”

The rest of the conversation melted away when she kissed you and you didn’t push her away. You kissed her back ten times harder, pushing her against the kitchen counter, hands on the broad expanse of her chest.

“You’re really pretty.” You breathed out softly.

Sevika’s hand held your waist. “You’re—...”

“It’s okay… look at me.”

She did. She lost herself again. Sevika grunted, grabbing the undersides of your thighs with both hands as she pushed you to sit on the kitchen counter as she kissed you deeper.

“Y’know this shouldn’t happen.” Sevika sighed softly.

“Says who?”

Sevika blinked before she just tossed you over one shoulder, marching off to her bedroom.

“Oh my goodness, you’re so strong, it’s almost humiliating.” You murmured.

The door closed behind you both and you swore something changed.

Sevika pinned you to the mattress, her breath hot against your face as she rubbed your pussy over your panties, smirking when she heard your little whine of feeble protest that was only a part of the foreplay you both had been engaging in.

“Do you want me to take out the strap or do you want these fingers?” Sevika asked, her pointer and middle finger searching for your clit over the fabric.

Once she did find it, she pressed it and rubbed a firm circle around it making you squeak out an answer, “the strap, please…”

Sevika feigned surprise. “Greedy girl, greedy girl.”

Sevika got off your body and walked to the drawer, which opened to reveal several straps inside of different colours and shapes and… textures?

“Oh, boy, you must have an active sex life.” You watched her strip her body of clothes and put the harness on.

“Eh,” Sevika fixed it in place, “it’s been quite inactive since Mira was born, y’know? Could barely put the kid to sleep let alone bang someone in peace.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You made room for her on the bed once she climbed back on, strap glistening with lube she’d generously smeared over the shaft. “C’mere, babydoll.”

“Oh, oh, Sevika… we shouldn’t even be doing this. What if Mira wakes up?” You parted your legs either way.

Sevika positioned herself as she grunted out an answer, “then we deal with it,” slowly, she pushed inside, filling your tight pussy up, “guess you just gotta keep quiet, ain’t that right, mama?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, “oh, you’re actually so— shit, you’re big…”

Sevika’s elbows rested against the mattress making it dip at your sides, her nose was almost brushing yours— that’s how close she was. Your hands were wrapped around her body, her broad back and muscles making you feel much smaller in comparison although you were not that. Sevika chuckled as she saw your expression, your awe at her perfectly sculpted physique.

“Not the first time a pretty lady’s been mesmerised seein’ me.” Sevika told you.

You tried to roll your eyes playfully and scoff, “sure, sure. You’re so humble.” You said dryly making Sevika laugh before she pulled away from your face.

You didn’t like how addictive her presence had become. The moment she pulled away, you couldn’t help craving more and wishing she’d been cradling you closer. You didn’t want to seem needy though.

This was just one of those heat of the moment things— that’s what you told yourself.

Every thrust made you see heaven itself. The bed creaked under you both and the feelings were all mushed up, and you were so confused actually. Your hand searched for hers blindly, your eyes closed, lips parted just enough for her to know just how good her strap game was.

Sevika leaned down slowly, her grey eyes fixed on you as she captured one of your nipples in her mouth— slowly sucking it, flattening her tongue just right and dragging it around the nub to make it tingle just perfectly.

Your right hand went in her hair, messing it up, fingers tangling. “Shit— oh, oh, Sevika, you’re good at this. You’re really…” you panted for air, “... Good at this…”

Sevika smirked, flicking your nipple with her tongue and the strap slammed deeper. “Think you can fold for me, baby?” Sevika asked.

You nodded, “make me.”

Sevika’s eyes darkened with lust, one big hand of hers grabbing your ankles together and she folded you with ease— knees against your chest. Your pussy squeezed around the strap which felt bigger in this position.

“Fuck! Sevika!” You moaned her name.

She grunted, adjusting her position— and set out a brutal pace. You could only gasp for air as you let her use you however she pleased.

It didn’t take too long before a spurt of squirt left you. “Shit. You’re a squirter.” Sevika let go of your ankles. “That’s hot.” She pulled you in for a kiss again, leaning down closer to you.

You kissed her back, “mmm… fuck, Sevika… this isn’t right.”

“Hmm?”

“I work for you.”

“Why can’t we just do both?” Sevika’s eyes flickered to your lips again, like she was tempted to kiss you again, “it’s just us— us who call the shots.”

“You. It’s you who calls the shots.”

“No, ma’am, you’ve got free will and consent.” Sevika said with a little smirk.

You licked your lips. “Ma’am, hmm? You tryna get another round of this now?”

Sevika didn’t answer— she smirked and pulled you in for another heated, wet kiss instead.

[miaumiudoll]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⌗ KISS ('N FUCK) A OUTLAW AND A COWGIRL? abigail "abby" anderson & ellie "els" williams

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒻eaturing 🧺 ⋆｡˚ sheriff!abigail anderson x cowgirl! bimbo!reader x outlaw!ellie williams ⋆˙⟡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓼ynopsis 🪵 ✧˖°. while you and abby r on patrol and you see ellie williams. the same ellie williams who's been on the run for 2 years. and you guys finally catch her but not without you and abby teaching her a lesson.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔀arnings 🪶 ˚.⋆⟢ reader is a bimbo (but not in the typical stereotype sense.) sub!ellie double strap penetration (cue that one vanillamace gif) use of pet names (sweetheart, darlin', bunny, etc) bratty!ellie soft dom!reader & dom!abby wild west au! boot humping rough!mean!asshole abby threesome (abby, ellie and you!) age gap only by 2 years (nothing too drastic.) possibly some spanking...? emdashes used (REAL PEOPLE CAN USE EMDASHES. NOT EVERY PERSON WRITING WITH EMDASHES ARE USING AI.)

the dust of the trail settled around your boots as you tugged on the reins, bringing your mare to a halt beside abby's larger frame.

the sun was a brutal, unrelenting eye in the sky, baking the dirt and sagebrush until the whole world smelled like heat and dry grass.

you fanned your face with the brim of your hat, letting out a little sigh.

"abby, honey, i'm meltin'," you whined, your voice carrying that sweet, drawling lilt that always seemed to make her jaw tighten.

you batted your lashes at her from under the shadow of your hat. "can't we find a creek or somethin'? my skin's gonna turn to leather."

abigail anderson, the sheriff of silver creek, sat ramrod straight in her saddle.

her shirt was stretched tight over her broad shoulders, a silver star pinned to her chest, and her expression was carved from the same stone as the mountains in the distance.

she cut you a sideways glance, her blue eyes sharp.

"we ain't on a picnic, sweetheart," she said, her voice a low rumble. "we're trackin' a ghost."

you pouted, nudging your horse closer to hers. "i know. but we've been out here for hours. my thighs are chafin'."

a flicker of something—amusement, maybe—softened the hard line of her mouth for half a second. "should've worn your ridin' pants instead of the ones with the fringe."

"but these are pretty," you protested, looking down at the soft, suede-like material decorated with intricate beadwork and swaying fringe. "and they make my ass look good. you said so yourself."

abby just shook her head, but you saw the tips of her ears turn a little pink.

you were about to push further, maybe offer her a sip from your canteen in exchange for a kiss, when she pulled her horse to a dead stop.

her hand went to the rifle holstered on her saddle.

"shh," she breathed, her entire body going still and alert.

you followed her gaze. down in the gully, a lone figure was leading a horse, favoring one leg. the horse was a beautiful, stolen-looking black stallion, and the person… the person had a shock of auburn hair that was unmistakable even under the grime of a long ride.

your breath hitched. "is that…?"

"ellie williams," abby finished, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl. she swung off her horse with a practiced grace that belied her size, landing silently in the dust. "stay here."

"like hell i will," you whispered back, scrambling down from your own horse. you weren't as graceful as abby.

you stumbled a little, your boots scuffing against a rock—but you were fast.

you pulled your own pistol, a pearl-handled revolver that matched the shiny buttons on your blouse.

abby shot you a look that could curdle milk, but she didn't argue.

she didn't have time. ellie had heard the scuffle. she was turning, her hand flying to the gun at her hip.

"sheriff anderson," ellie drawled, a cocky, insolent grin spreading across her dirt-smudged face.

she was younger than you, maybe a year or two, with sharp eyes the color of a summer storm and a mouth that looked like it was born to talk back. "fancy meetin' you out here. you lost?"

"you're under arrest, williams," abby said, her voice flat and cold as she leveled her rifle. "for the bank in red rock. for the stagecoach job near fort smith. for bein' a general pain in my ass."

ellie laughed, a bright, reckless sound. "you'll have to catch me first." she moved, a blur of motion, but she was limping. her ankle twisted on a loose stone and she went down hard, her gun skittering out of reach.

in a second, abby was on her. she flipped ellie onto her stomach, one knee planted in the small of her back, and yanked her wrists together. ellie struggled, bucking and swearing.

"get off me, you big ox!" ellie snarled, her face pressed into the dirt.

abby cuffed her, the metal clicking shut with a satisfying finality. "that's 'sheriff ox' to you."

you holstered your pistol, a giddy thrill running through you. "we got her! we actually got her! abby, we're gonna be heroes!"

you bounced over to them, crouching down to get a good look at the infamous outlaw. she was even prettier up close, in a feral, dangerous sort of way. her hair was a tangled mess, and there was a fresh cut on her cheekbone.

"well, hello there, darlin'," you cooed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. ellie flinched away from your touch, glaring up at you with pure venom.

"who's the doll?" ellie spat, looking at abby. "your wife? you bring your wife to work, sheriff?"

"she's my deputy," abby said, hauling ellie to her feet. ellie stumbled, her injured ankle giving out, and she ended up leaning heavily against abby's solid frame.

the outlaw was flushed, embarrassed by her own weakness.

"a deputy?" ellie scoffed, her eyes raking over you from head to toe. "what's she deputize you to do? look pretty and slow me down?"

you just smiled, a slow, sweet smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

you stepped closer, close enough to smell the sweat and dust and leather on her. "oh, i can do a lot more than look pretty, bunny."

ellie's eyes widened slightly at the pet name. "don't call me that."

"why not?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper. "you're caught. all tied up. just a little bunny in a trap."

abby watched the exchange, her jaw tight. "enough. we're takin' her back to town. now."

the journey back was tense. ellie was silent for a long while, just glaring at the back of abby's head.

you rode beside her, keeping a loose hold on the lead rope attached to her cuffs.

the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.

"you're gonna hang me?" ellie finally asked, her voice quiet, losing some of its bravado.

abby didn't look back. "that's the judge's call. but i'd say the odds ain't in your favor."

ellie was quiet again. you saw her shoulders slump slightly. she was just a kid, you thought. a mean, ornery kid who'd made a lot of bad choices.

we made camp by a narrow, sluggish river when the stars came out. abby built a fire while you tended to the horses.

ellie sat with her back against a tree, her hands still cuffed in front of her. you brought her a tin cup of coffee and a piece of hardtack.

she looked at the offering with suspicion. "what's the catch?"

"no catch," you said, sitting down across from her. "you gotta eat."

she took the cup, her fingers brushing yours. they were rough, calloused. she took a sip and grimaced. "this is shit."

"abby makes it shit," you agreed with a little laugh. "i tried to teach her, but she likes it strong enough to walk on its own."

a ghost of a smile flickered on ellie's lips before she suppressed it. she looked at you, her head tilted. "why are you bein' nice to me?"

you shrugged. "don't see the point in bein' mean. you're caught. it's over."

"it ain't over," she muttered, looking into the fire. "it's never over."

later, after abby had checked the bindings and grunted a goodnight, you found you couldn't sleep. the fire had died down to embers.

you got up to add another log and saw that ellie was awake, staring at the stars through the canopy of leaves.

you walked over and sat beside her, close enough that your shoulders almost touched. she stiffened but didn't pull away.

"can't sleep?" you asked softly.

"never can," she admitted. "too many ghosts."

you were quiet for a moment, listening to the crickets and the crackle of the fire. "what's it like?" you asked. "runnin' all the time?"

she let out a humorless laugh. "lonely. you get tired of lookin' over your shoulder. tired of never trustin' anyone." she turned her head to look at you. the firelight danced in her eyes. "you ever been lonely, deputy?"

your breath caught. the question hit a little too close to home. you looked down at your hands, at the fringe on your sleeves. "sometimes," you whispered. "even when i'm with people."

something shifted in the air between you. it was charged, heavy. ellie's gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up to your eyes.

"you're real pretty," she said, the words tumbling out like she hadn't meant to say them. "it's annoyin'."

you felt a blush creep up your neck. "you're not so bad yourself, outlaw."

a slow, dangerous grin spread across her face. "careful, deputy. you keep lookin' at me like that, and i might think you want somethin' more than just small talk."

you leaned in, your voice a whisper. "and what if i do?"

the next morning, abby woke to find you sitting cross-legged by the fire, braiding a piece of leather, and ellie leaning against the same tree, looking more rested than she had in days.

but the air was different. there was a new tension, a secret shared between you.

abby noticed it immediately. her eyes narrowed as she looked between the two of you. "what's goin' on?"

"nothin', sheriff," ellie said, her voice dripping with false innocence. "just gettin' to know your deputy."

abby's gaze settled on you. "you. a word."

you followed her a little ways from the camp, into the cover of the trees. she turned on you, her expression hard.

"what are you doin'?" she demanded.

"nothin'," you said, but you couldn't meet her eyes.

"don't lie to me," she said, her voice dropping. she stepped closer, caging you against a thick oak. her body was a wall of heat and muscle. "i saw the way you were lookin' at her. the way she was lookin' at you."

your heart hammered. "abby…"

"she's a criminal, y/n. a killer. she's dangerous." abby's hand came up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "i won't let her hurt you."

"she won't," you whispered. "she's just… lost."

abby's thumb traced your lower lip. "and you think you can save her? is that it?"

you didn't answer. you couldn't. because maybe, a little bit, you did.

abby's eyes searched yours, and then she sighed, a long, weary sound. "you're too soft for this world, sweetheart."

"maybe," you said, leaning into her touch. "but i got you to keep me safe."

she kissed you then, a hard, possessive kiss that stole your breath. when she pulled back, her eyes were dark. "i'm keepin' an eye on you. both of you."

the rest of the journey was a silent, simmering standoff. abby was more watchful than ever, her hand never straying far from her gun.

ellie was quieter, too, but her eyes followed you constantly, a silent promise in their depths.

by the time you reached the outskirts of silver creek, the tension was a living thing, coiled and ready to strike. the town was quiet, the streets empty as the sun began to set.

"we'll lock her in the holding cell overnight," abby said, her voice businesslike. "judge comes through tomorrow."

you looked at ellie. she looked small and dirty and tired, but her chin was lifted, her eyes defiant. she caught your gaze and held it.

"can i have a moment alone with her?" you asked abby. "to… search her properly."

abby's eyes narrowed. "i already searched her."

"i know, but… i wanna be thorough," you said, your voice dropping to a purr. "make sure she ain't hidin' anything… dangerous."

a muscle feathered in abby's jaw. she looked from you to ellie, and a slow, knowing look dawned in her eyes. she let out a low chuckle.

"fine," she said, her voice rough. she unlocked the door to the empty sheriff's office. "make it quick. and thorough."

she pushed ellie inside, and you followed. the door clicked shut behind you, leaving you in the dim, dusty space with the most wanted outlaw in three territories.

ellie turned to face you, her cuffed hands held out in front of her. "so, deputy. gonna search me?"

you smiled, a slow, wicked thing. "turn around. hands on the desk."

ellie's breath hitched, but she complied, bending over the heavy oak desk.

the position made her jeans pull tight across her ass. you walked up behind her, close enough that your chest brushed her back.

"you've been a very bad girl, ellie," you whispered, your lips near her ear.

"i know," she breathed, a shiver running through her.

your hands ran down her sides, over her ribs, her hips. it wasn't a search. it was a caress. you felt her muscles jump under your touch.

"i think you need to be taught a lesson," you murmured.

the door creaked open. you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. you felt the heat of abby's presence fill the room.

"need a hand, deputy?" abby asked, her voice a low growl.

"i think i do, sheriff," you said, not taking your eyes off ellie's trembling form. "this one's a handful."

abby walked over, her boots heavy on the wooden floor. she stopped beside you, looking down at ellie. the outlaw's eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"you heard her," abby said, her voice hard. "time for your lesson."

abby's hands went to her own belt buckle. the sound of metal jingling was loud in the quiet room.

you watched as she unbuckled her belt and pulled it free from the loops of her trousers. she doubled it over, slapping it against her palm with a sharp crack.

ellie flinched.

"count," abby ordered.

the first strike landed across ellie's backside with a sound like a gunshot. ellie gasped, her fingers curling against the wood of the desk.

"one," she choked out.

again. harder.

"two."

by the time it was over, ellie was shaking, tears streaming down her face, leaving clean tracks through the grime.

her lip was bloody from where she'd bitten it. abby tossed the belt aside and grabbed ellie by the hair, yanking her head back.

"you wanna thank your deputy for her kindness?" abby snarled. "or do you need another round?"

"thank you," ellie whispered, her voice raw, her eyes fixed on you. "thank you, deputy."

you stepped forward, cupping her tear-stained face in your hands. you wiped the blood from her lip with your thumb. "good girl."

abby moved behind you, her hands coming to rest on your hips. she pressed her body against your back, her lips finding your neck. "now," she murmured against your skin, her voice a dark promise. "let's really have some fun."

abby's hands left your hips, and you heard the telltale jingle of her belt buckle again, but this time it was different.

it was the sound of leather and metal being undone, of a duty belt being set aside.

you looked over your shoulder and saw her reaching for the saddlebag she'd dropped by the door. she pulled out a harness, the leather worn and supple, fitted with a thick, curved length of silicone.

your breath caught. you'd seen it before, of course. you'd felt it before. but never like this. never with an audience.

ellie's eyes went wide as she watched abby strap the harness around her hips, adjusting it with practiced ease. the outlaw's face was a mess of confusion, fear, and a desperate, undeniable curiosity.

"what… what are you doin'?" ellie asked, her voice cracking.

abby didn't answer. she just finished buckling the harness and walked over to you, her boots heavy on the floorboards.

she turned you gently, her hands sliding up your arms to your shoulders. her eyes were dark, hungry.

"your turn, sweetheart," she murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "you got yours in your bag?"

you nodded, your mouth suddenly dry. you fumbled with your own saddlebag, pulling out a similar harness, this one fitted with a polished rose quartz colour, smooth and cool to the touch. it was smaller than abby's, more delicate, but no less potent.

ellie watched, transfixed, as you strapped it on over your trousers. her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. she looked like a deer caught in a thicket, frozen and trembling.

"please," ellie whispered, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"please, what?" abby asked, stepping closer to her. she ran a finger along ellie's jaw, tilting her face up. "use your words, outlaw."

ellie swallowed hard. "please… don't stop."

a slow, cruel smile spread across abby's face. "oh, we ain't gonna stop, darlin'. we're just gettin' started."

abby guided ellie to the cot in the corner of the cell, pushing her down onto the thin mattress.

the metal frame creaked under the sudden weight. ellie looked up at both of you, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light.

"you ever been with a woman before, ellie?" you asked, your voice soft as you knelt beside the cot.

she shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. "no."

"then we're gonna take real good care of you," you promised, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "ain't we, abby?"

"the best care," abby agreed, her voice a low rumble. she knelt on the other side of the cot, her large frame casting a shadow over ellie. "but you gotta be good for us. you gotta listen. can you do that?"

ellie nodded frantically. "yes. yes, i'll be good. i promise."

abby's hand went to the buttons of ellie's shirt, working them open one by one. the fabric parted to reveal a thin undershirt, stained with sweat and dirt. she pushed it aside, baring ellie's chest. the outlaw's skin was pale, scattered with freckles and a few old scars.

"pretty," you breathed, your fingers tracing a path down her sternum. ellie shivered, her back arching slightly into your touch.

abby's hands went to ellie's belt, unbuckling it with a sharp, efficient motion. she pulled the leather free and tossed it aside. then she unfastened her trousers and pulled them down, along with her underthings, baring her completely.

ellie lay there, exposed and vulnerable, her hands still cuffed in front of her. she looked small, fragile, nothing like the notorious outlaw who had terrorized the territory for two years.

"please," she whispered again, the word a prayer.

"please, what, bunny?" you asked, your lips brushing her ear.

"please… touch me."

you didn't need to be asked twice. your hand slid down her stomach, fingers splaying over her hip before dipping lower.

she was already wet, slick and ready.

you circled her clit with your thumb, pressing lightly, and she gasped, her hips bucking into your hand.

abby watched, her eyes dark and focused. she leaned down and captured ellie's mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans. ellie kissed her back desperately, her cuffed hands coming up to grip abby's shoulders.

you worked her slowly, building the tension, drawing it out until ellie was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath you. her thighs were shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"please," she begged, her voice breaking. "please, i need… i need more."

abby pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. she looked at you, a silent question in her eyes. you nodded.

abby positioned herself between ellie's legs, the polished silicone of her strap catching the faint light. she ran the tip through ellie's wetness, coating it, teasing her.

"you ready, outlaw?" abby asked, her voice rough.

"yes," ellie sobbed. "yes, please, i'm ready."

abby pushed in, slow and steady. ellie cried out, her back arching off the cot, her fingers digging into abby's shoulders.

abby didn't stop until she was fully seated, her hips flush against ellie's.

"breathe, bunny," you whispered, stroking her hair back from her face. "just breathe."

ellie's chest heaved as she tried to obey, her eyes screwed shut. abby stayed still, giving her time to adjust. when ellie's breathing evened out, she opened her eyes and looked up at abby.

"move," she said, her voice hoarse but steady. "please."

abby began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had ellie moaning with every thrust. you watched, your own arousal a dull ache between your legs.

you leaned down and captured one of ellie's nipples in your mouth, sucking gently, rolling the peak with your tongue.

ellie's hands flew to your head, tangling in your hair, holding you there. "oh, god," she gasped. "oh, fuck."

abby's pace increased, her thrusts becoming harder, more urgent.

the cot creaked in protest, the sound mingling with ellie's cries and the wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting.

"you like that, don't you?" abby grunted, her voice strained. "you like bein' filled up, bein' taken care of?"

"yes," ellie sobbed. "yes, yes, yes…"

you pulled away from her chest and looked up at abby. "switch with me," you said, your voice breathy.

abby pulled out with a wet sound, and ellie whimpered at the loss.

you quickly took her place, the cool rose quartz pressing against ellie's entrance. you looked down at her, at her flushed face and glazed eyes.

"look at me," you commanded softly.

ellie's eyes found yours. you pushed in, and she gasped, her eyes widening. you were smaller than abby, but the quartz was smooth and unyielding, filling her in a different way.

"that's it," you cooed, beginning to move. "you're doin' so good, bunny. so good for us."

abby moved behind you, her hands gripping your hips. she pressed against you, the wood of her strap sliding against the curve of your ass.

"you're next, sweetheart," she murmured in your ear. "soon as we're done with her, i'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't remember your own name."

you moaned, your rhythm faltering for a second. the thought of it, of abby taking you after watching you take ellie, sent a jolt of pure heat through your core.

you focused back on ellie, driving into her with renewed urgency. her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper. her hands were on your cheeks, pulling you down for a kiss. it was messy, all teeth and tongue, but it was perfect.

"i'm close," ellie gasped against your lips. "i'm so close."

"cum for us, bunny," you whispered. "cum for your deputies."

that was all it took. ellie's back bowed off the cot, a cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her.

her inner walls clenched around you, pulsing, and you rode her through it, slowing your movements until she collapsed against the mattress, boneless and panting.

you pulled out gently, the rose quartz coloured silicone slick with her release. you looked down at her, at the beautiful, broken outlaw lying in a heap on the cot. she looked up at you, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips.

"that was…" she started, but words failed her.

"i know," you said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. "rest now."

abby's hands found your waist, pulling you away from the cot. she spun you around and pushed you against the cell bars, the cold metal pressing into your back.

her body was a furnace against you, the silicone of her strap pressing insistently against your stomach.

"my turn," she growled, her lips finding your neck.

you moaned, your head falling back against the bars. you could feel ellie's eyes on you, watching as abby's hands worked the buttons of your trousers, pushing them down your hips.

the cool air hit your skin, and then abby's fingers were there, sliding through your slickness, gathering your wetness.

"you're so ready for me," abby murmured, her voice full of dark satisfaction. "so wet. you liked that, didn't you? watchin' her fall apart?"

"yes," you breathed. "yes, abby, please…"

she lined herself up and pushed in, and you cried out, the sensation overwhelming.

she filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was almost too much, but exactly what you needed.

she began to move, a hard, punishing rhythm that had the bars rattling behind you.

you looked over at ellie. she was propped up on her elbows, watching you with wide, hungry eyes.

her hand was between her own legs, touching herself lazily, a mirror of your own pleasure.

"look at her, ellie," abby grunted, her hand coming up to grip your jaw, turning your face toward the cot. "look at what you did to her. you made her this messy, this needy."

ellie's eyes were fixed on you, her hand moving faster. "she's beautiful," ellie whispered.

"she is," abby agreed, her pace increasing. "she's mine. and now she's yours, too."

the words sent a shockwave through you. you came with a scream, your body convulsing around abby's strap.

she followed a moment later, a guttural groan escaping her lips as she buried herself deep and stilled.

for a long moment, the only sound was the three of you breathing, ragged and uneven.

abby pulled out gently, and you slumped against her, your legs weak. she caught you, holding you up, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"easy, sweetheart," she murmured. "i got you."

ellie lay on the cot, her eyes closed, a peaceful look on her face that you hadn't seen since you'd captured her.

her cuffed hands were resting on her stomach, her chest rising and falling steadily.

you and abby cleaned up in silence, pulling your clothes back on, stowing the harnesses away.

when you were both decent, abby walked over to the cell door and looked in at ellie.

"sleep," she said, her voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "we'll figure out the rest in the mornin'."

ellie opened her eyes and looked at abby, then at you. a slow, genuine smile spread across her face. "i ain't gonna run," she said. "i got nowhere to go that's better than this."

abby snorted, but there was no malice in it. she locked the cell door and turned to you, pulling you into her arms.

"you're a bad influence, deputy," she murmured into your hair.

you smiled, snuggling into her chest. "i know. but you love it."

"i do," she admitted. "god help me, i do."

over ellie's soft, even breathing, you listened to abby's heartbeat, steady and strong.

the wanted posters could wait. the judge could wait. the whole damn world could wait.

for now, in the dusty, dim light of the sheriff's office, you had everything you needed.

─── 🏹 CONFIDENTIAL ENDING MEMORANDUM: hello my angels. i hope you enjoyed. if you would like to see more like this, turn on your notifications and join the taglist. stay safe and get more gay. xoxo, the sacrificial lamb.

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[dearbaes]

♡ older!caitlyn kiramman mini headcanons—

corruption kink, fem!reader, age gap, body worship, biting kink, fingering, clothed smut, you call her “caity”

older!caitlyn who definitely has a corruption kink because she’s way older than you and her years ahead of you gives her quite the advantage in both the bedroom and financial standing. She never shames you for it, rather she finds your innocence in a lot of things in the world cute and she enjoys helping you navigate your problems like they’re her own. She also enjoys holding all the power in bed, especially when you’re so positively surprised by all the things she’s capable of.

older!caitlyn who takes you to expensive boutiques just to guide you to the rather spacious changing room. You’re adorned in glittery dresses she lets you pick out and sits by as she watches you slowly twirl to show off how pretty you look. “That’s my girl,” she says, extending an arm for you to come sit on her lap. You obey, wrapping your arms around her neck, “thank you for taking me shopping today, Caity.” The nickname warms her heart as she brings you closer, placing a careful kiss on the column of your throat. “Of course, my gorgeous girl.”

older!caitlyn who definitely keeps sex toys in the limo.

older!caitlyn who enjoys buying you expensive lingerie and then ripping it off your body as she nips at your soft skin, leaving marks all along the smooth surface, kissing you like she’s worshipping you with her mouth.

older!caitlyn comes back from work, pinning you to the couch where you spent most of your day after college, “there’s my pretty girl.” She tugs your shirt up, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “What did you do all day?” She asks in a soft, gentle voice as her hand worked its way past your pajamas pants’ waistband. Your lips part a little as a small sound leaves you, legs parting subconsciously to give Caitlyn better access. She rubs your cunt, your sticky juices swirling around with her fingers. Your arms tighten around her Caitlyn’s neck. “Mmmm… Caity, that feels so good.” Caitlyn kisses you on the lips, her fingers working faster as she slowly parts your folds, and dips in two fingers. Her slender, experienced digits work their way inside expertly, illiciting small sounds of pleasure from you. Your breath quivers. “Oh, Caity!...”

[alloftheimagines]

post santa barbara!abby x immune!reader… abby having to track you down and take you to the catalina island firefly base to work on a cure, finally getting to complete her father’s mission, take his purpose and make it hers….. only she falls for you and can’t stomach telling you that the cure = your death…… suddenly she understands joel miller a little better……. oh I am thinking I am thinking very hard

[heartshapedmistakess]

blurb about lawyer abs

just thinking about teasing prosecutor! abby, coming back home in her suit and her hair conveniently placed in a bun. she just got home from getting a murderer successfully convicted, you made her dinner to celebrate, but it appears she didn't want to eat that by the way she was pulling you against her with those damned strong arms, in that tight tuxedo, almost busting at the seams. but you, little meanie you, you make her wait. but that doesn't mean you won't bend down unnecessarily at any given second. doesn't mean you won't show off your lacy, baby-blue, panties that push into your wet lips a little, or that you won't squeeze her arms, or ass.

so by the time dinner was done, you were tied up and suffering her invigorations as a punishment for teasing. your hips bucking into the rose she'd place on your pulsing clit and for a mind-numbing moment, just to end it as soon as you'd be cumming.

"you wanna be a fuckin' tease? yeah?" she slaps your pussy, extracting whines from you as the little sting migrates throughout your leaking flesh. she looks down at you, piercing her greyish-blue eyes through yours, seeing the desperation, the nonverbal plea to cum. she chuckles at your meaningless display. "you wanna cum? work for it."

you were gonna be bedridden after tonight.

hope you like!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

"this fic uses em dashes, so it must be ai-generated" real humans use em dashes.

"this fic has long paragraphs with overly described details and scenes, so it must be ai-generated" real humans can write like this.

"this fic has inconsistencies, so it must be ai-generated" real humans make errors and mistakes. that's why we have this thing called plot holes. sometimes writers are tired and they don't remember what they wrote in the last sentences or paragraphs, let alone chapters.

"this fic sounds robotic and unnatural, so it must be ai-generated" not every writer writes in their native language. sometimes they can sound 'robotic and unnatural' if they wrote in their second or third or fourth language (and kudos to them).

"this fic has a prompt left in it that the author forgot to delete, so it must be ai-generated" the 'prompt' the author accidentally left in their fic could actually be a part of an outline that was meant only for them, so they could keep track of what they would write.

"this author posts too often, no human writes this fast, so they must use ai" 1.) you don't know how fast someone can or can't write, how much time a person has in a day or how motivated/skilled they are. 2.) the frequent updates you see could be something that has already been finished and sitting in the author's drafts for god knows how long. just because it's recently posted doesn't always mean it's recently written.

my point? no, you can never know if a fanfic is 'ai-generated'. unless the author says they use ai, you're just assuming, suspecting and witch hunting. chances are that you're not going to 'stop ai fics from being created', you're just going to wrongly accuse genuine writers of using ai and ruin their day at best, make them want to quit writing or sharing their works at worst.

[kittycarabiner]

how it feels to enjoy lesbian smut fics knowing you get 0 action irl

[emotionalwords]

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

[heartshapedmistakess]

hmm.. just writing something small about what you and abby do behind your bf’s back..

he was always so... icky. kissing too harshly, embarrassing you with the way he talks of women, his alpha male podcast, the dirt caked under his nails.. jason was always eliciting 'that's your man?' and 'you could do better than that''s. hell, not even you liked him, but being with him made your family shut up about getting the right man.

but then there was abby.. his friend since middle school, dragged with him to college. she always looked miserable near him, you could tell she was exhausted at his 'women belong in the house' and 'men doing skincare is gay' speeches. she could tell you were exhausted too, and in desperate need of relief, because however he was fucking you, he wasn't doing it like abby.

he wasn't kissing your neck while fingering your pussy so gently, like abby. his dick wasn't reaching deep inside and slamming you down back on it, over and over, like abby’s was. and even now, while she's grinding pink, swollen cunt against yours and whimpering as she holds your leg over her shoulder and humps you for dear life.

not that you aren't moaning and trembling too, hell, your moans are contributing to most of the noise echoing throughout the room. this isn't a new thing, you and abby have been fucking behind his back for a few months now, always a text leading to a quickie in the bathroom or an invite when he's gone. but this time, he was in his private studio. which gave you two time for something more intense..

and that's why now, you're on the verge of tears as you finally cum with abby, clits bumping again and again, causing a little overstimulation until you claw at her to stop, which she does. and now you have to explain this to jason, who's standing at the door...

xx 💋 — naomi

[heartshapedmistakess]

i have something for you all hope you like

[sevikascumslut]

hear me out….. eating sevika out like this…