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I’m writing. I promise. My drafts are crying bc I wrote them half asleep. I’ve see all my nonnies asks do not fret. I’ve just been very busy as of now
I wanna try doing fics for pride!! So yall better start hitting my inbox daily😈😈
hey pretty, im back with another req, did you miss me? I was thinking, abby with a bipolar gf and shes coming down from a manic episode and into a depressive one but dosent realize it yet and Abby is just there to keep her company and make sure shes comfortable and to finally make her realize that shes in a dip? Obviously you dont have to write if you dont want to but i have been on the hunt for bipolar user fics since i got diagnosed a few weeks ago and my findings have been abysmal.
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I missed u so muchhh beautiful🤭TW!: I’m no professional nor have I ever experienced bipolar. So, I hope my depiction of it isn’t stereotypical or nonsensical🫀
You had been really irritated this morning. Your sleep schedule was inconsistent once again, as much as Abby tried her hardest to inconspicuously get you to a specific bed time through things like dimming the lights earlier or laying out your pajamas on the mattress.
It started off small.
You ran out of toothpaste. The one you grazed over on your grocery list and thought you had another pack in the cabinet.
It usually sold fast too.
You groaned, already frustrated as you clenched your jaw.
You seemed to zone out at Abby’s words or funny videos she showed you. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t want to overthink it.
“Sorry, what’d you say again?” After your mind unconsciously went into autopilot to ask her the same thing. 3 occasions ago.
“N..nothing. I just kept trying to show you this cat video.”
“Oh…okay.” You distantly looked back at a specific charging cable that was twisted in a really weird position. Was it always like that?
It didn’t help that the coffee you always brewed in the morning started making you jittery. A lot more than usual since you barely slept last night.
You started tugging at the loose thread on your old sweatshirt. It was worn down, but it was your favorite. Physically feeling it slowly disintegrating however made your brows furrow harder. It wasn’t long before you started pulling strings out, undoing a bit of the stitching.
You huffed. Now you had to go to the store and stock up on extra toothpaste AND get the exact same sweater. Somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe you could go on a thrift site? Search it up?—
Following echos of “hey” “hey” finally made you blink up to her.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah…no. I don’t know.”
“Hey. Hey. You’re okay.” Abby hesitated to touch you in case you weren’t willing to reciprocate back.
I-I need some air.” You quietly muttered as you excused yourself from the coffee table.
Abby immediately took cue of what you meant, nodding while she watched you turn to head back into the bedroom.
“M’sorry, ‘Bee. I just need some time to myself right now.”
“I know, pumpkin.”
As she got up, she took her jacket and her keys, already prepared to do something in mind.
“I’m gonna be out for a bit. Text me when you can. Okay?”
“Mm.” You were already closing the bedroom door as you curled into your sheets, tears already gushing after trying hard not to break down in front of her.
You were tired. Just utterly exhausted.
You cried yourself to sleep. It was a dissonant way to start your rest day, and it really just topped the remainder of your week.
…
Abby was greeted by a puffy eyed girl who finally seemed settled down and draped over the bed. She sat on the end of it as she quietly placed a basket of things you liked—she scoured every part of town for individual snacks you liked. A plushy of your favorite animal complemented the color scheme. Tea packets that were specifically for the night so you could wind down.
You were stirred awake and saw the site. You cried harder knowing she tried for you. She always did.
Abby didn’t hesitate to brace you in her warm and big arms. She didn’t know the nuisance you felt, or the pain that came along in your mind. But the least she could do was unravel the numerous thoughts that swirled in your head. Every kiss on your face, she planted in hopes of you understanding that you weren’t alone, and you never would be.
To her, you were more than your health. You were beyond that. And she was utterly grateful to have such a hardworking girl that turned out to work overtime when she’s in her own solitude.
“Talk to me when you’re ready. M’always here for you. Okay?”
She wiped your tears as you finally formed a small smile.
“..okay.”
G!p best friend! Sevika
D!ck grinding a girl she wanted much sooner than this.
It’s not weird to fuck your best friend of 4 years. Right?
Best friend! Sevika and you were utterly inseparable from the day you two met up at the wrong club in highschool.
Walking into an empty classroom, you saw a tall, broad figure looking down at her flip phone while she kept struggling to type on the keyboard. Her frustration showed, and it kinda scared you.
“Hey! Uhm. ‘You the president of the club?”
Sevika quickly glanced up in hopes that you had the answer to that question.
“Oh. Nah. M’waiting for a club though.”
“Me..too.”
Sevika looked at you with a confusing tilt before looking back at the flyer. 202. Room 202. Come for inquiries with Ms. Jacob’s at: 207.
A pair of eyes looks beside the classroom door: 207.
“Fuck. I’m stupid.”
You looked at the flyer she was holding and started laughing.
She darted her eyes down at you with a not-so-hidden-smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“We’re both stupid.”
…
The two of you survived horrible stages of your lives—including sense in style. You had your embarrassing wardrobe moments, she had her bad hair days. It never mattered. If you were humiliating yourself, Sevika was there to do ten times worse.
You never paid mind to her looks. Just her character.
Until your second year of college.
Sevika went through a really rough talking stage that had left her in your arms every night. You found it annoying at first since you pointed out red flags as soon as she started complaining about the girl. And you found it annoying that she started becoming distant, only talking to you during class. And those conversations quickly subsided before she took out her phone to respond to said girl. You’d find yourself boring into her eyes when she’d talk about nothing but her ‘relationship’.
You didn’t want to admit it, but the girl took a good chunk of your looks. She was pretty, but resembled you too much. You never wondered why.
People change. And in Sevika’s case, it was a way to unconsciously re-brand herself. She chopped half her bob off (shaved by hand of course. You told her to get it done professionally someday and she never listened.), her muscles suffocated through her old shirts. She already works out, but Sevika practically migrated to her favorite bench after every shift.
Did she always look this hot?
You shouldn’t. No. It’d ruin her.
Everyone in your circle had made it very apparent that Sevika was a prize to look at. You’d scrunch your face, trying to imagine your other half as anything but attractive.
“Ew. Don’t say that.”
“What? It’s true. Her biceps are so fucking biteable. You can’t deny me of my truth.”
Your face twinged with disgust.
“I swear to god I’ll snitch if you say something one more time.”
Sevika would rather die than confess to you.
She never felt herself worthy of being with such a heartfelt energy that eased her need for isolation. You were perfect, and she wasn’t. So she did everything in her power to suppress utter desperation. You never helped her case when you’d immediately run towards others for help: whether it’d be a lost person in the food court or an old woman struggling to push her cart away. She admired you for your effortless heart of gold shining in and out.
You didn’t know how, but the two of you started to evidently get awkward if intimacy interrupted your quality time. A shoulder brush would immediately leave Sevika muttering a ‘sorry’. The two of you getting smushed in a crowd left your cheeks dusted a hazy pink for the rest of the day.
What was up with you?
Instead of communicating, the two of you started drifting apart. Tuesday and Saturday hangouts slowly turned into just Saturday’s, until it was no days at all. Lunches grew farther apart until you stopped bothering to text her for future plans. It stung. Watching her talk to nobodies like they took your place made you wallow and grieve your friendship.
Like it was any easier for Sevika?
She heard in your circle that you were talking up a girl you found on a new dating app.
Dating app? You’d never. You always emphasized getting a partner organically in such an artificial world.
It wasn’t you. It wasn’t her girl.
She knew she fucked up. Hard.
She needed you back.
She missed you.
Vikki:
Hey. Did you hear about the New Year’s party next week?
Yea. But I have a date by then.
She immediately was taken aback, already backspacing majority of her sentences.
Vikki:
Can I at least come over to help you get ready?
Vikki:
You don’t know a thing about flirting lmao. We can go through talking points.
OKOK I GET IT DAMN js come over whenever u want. U got my passcode right?
Vikki:
Always.
…
“I’m just nervous! She barely texts me. She only texted me for the date. Therefore, I don’t know shit about what she’s into.”
Sevika snickered. You slapped her shoulder.
“Why are you going anyways? Sounds sketch.” A lighter crackled through the walls before a luminous flame attached to her blunt. The smell that once disappeared now filled the room again—nostalgic. Hers.
“She’s pretty. That’s my why.”
“Yeah, but you’d take a jester over a pretty statue any day. I know you, idiot.” An exhale of disappointment came out her nose.
You broke a smile before shotgunning her smoke. You never saw her bulge twitching.
“Since when did you care?”
“S-since forever. Obviously don’t want you kidnapped or some fucked up shit.”
She shrugged her shoulders while glancing at her bedazzled top. She bit her lip while muttering in a more serious tone.
“Just come with me and the crew. You’d have more fun.”
You frowned at her honest discernment before pulling out your phone to cancel the date.
“Fine.”
…
Getting ready for the New Year’s party left you with makeup duty. Sevika used to love feeling you in her lap while you packed on copious amounts of glitter on her eyelids. But now, it just felt different. Your thighs felt extra plushy around her waist. Your heat felt deliberately hot. You looked too good for your original date.
You felt something hard. You quickly looked down at a flustered Sevika.
“Oh..I’m. I’m sorry—“
“S’fine. Just finish me up. We’re gonna be late.”
When you shifted your weight, she winced. You did it again, and her head tilted forward.
Oh god. She was horny for you.
“Can I…?”
“Can you what, doll?” Her face was already scorching red. A face you only saw rarely.
“Mm..s‘not—“
You tried finding the right words while your hands started inching closer to her waist. It was a hard task to do simultaneously with her grey gaze on you.
“I-I dunno. Weird?”
“No..well. Not to me at least.”
You hesitatingly started toying with her zipper. Her bitten groans started becoming more evident when you started grazing her bulge.
“Baby. Wait. You sure it’s okay..? I—do you even take the pill anymore?
You were quick to hush her.
“It doesn’t count if you stick it in.”
You sheepishly giggled.
“I think.”
She obediently nodded with whatever you said as you pulled your underwear down and stooped against her cock.
Your needy pussy started gliding against her perfectly. The two of you methodically grind against each others slick.
“F-fuck.”
Sevika tilted her head back as she held your hips down.
“Been wantin’ this for so long.”
You couldn’t say anything but a weak nod as you kept going.
She needed to be in you so badly. The fact that she could only feel your heat from afar was cruel. If your pussy already felt this hot, how the hell would you feel if she could just slip her tip in to feel your walls?
Your hips started stuttering as you whined for her.
“V-Vikki! M’gonna cum”
“Cum f’me. M’close too.”
Her groans filled your ears. And at that point? you weren’t so sure if the pull out method was a bad idea.
Your date couldn’t handle this. Couldn’t handle you. Nobody could. She had to take matters into her own hands to make sure you were handled. She knew you best. You were on the back of her hand, and she was on yours.
Of course, that’s what her excuse was in her head.
Seeing you so needy did her enough. You drove her crazy.
The air was filled with weed and filthy sex. You collapsed onto her chest as she held you up, trying her hardest to not get her cum on your outfit. You both took sweet time to catch a breath. Her sweaty palms ran up and down on your perched ass.
“We still goin’ to the party?”
Your eyes widened quickly. You groaned out loud.
“Oh, fuck. The party.”
This was pretty rushed. Srry if it’s long but I just couldn’t get the idea out my headdd
Hey agn! I just saw your reply to my recent message talking abt bartender Sevika and you’re so stinkin sweet and talented I can’t!
Headcanons and one shots would be so fantastic AND I think it would be so cool to see what Sevika would do if she ever saw cooper again and he tries to approach reader after she told the police in him!
Obvi don’t wanna overwhelm you ofc just wanted to give the suggestion! 💗💕❤️
Ur so cute :(
Anything for you. (Pt. 3?)
(A series of Sevika doing batshit crazy things to your ex before and after he got arrested)
Pt.1 here! , pt. 2 here!
Bartender! Sevika, who seethed of anger when she had to see Cooper every Friday. Her favorite night was now becoming the least. As much as she loved practically rubbing in his face that the two of you were eating each other whole behind a mere bathroom he impatiently waited at, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t at all watching his absolute dumb brain turn into mush probable for vegetation when he got his grubby hands on an unknowing girl. Why were you still with him? Why weren’t you with a real woman?
Bartender! Sevika, who would turn around to mix his (silently requested) diluted shots and spit in each and every one of them. As much as Cooper went out for drinks, he’d rather dig his own hole than admit that he was a light drinker. So each shot he took, Sevika would only push it further by progressively adding more spit overtime.
Bartender! Sevika at one point, gargled a bit of her spit to the side after ruthlessly eating your pussy in the usual restroom you took your ‘breaks’ in, and walked off to immediately make a shot. You gave her a weird look when she offered it to your already slammed boyfriend before the two of you had to leave. Sevika sleeps peacefully at night knowing your clueless man drank up your cum from her mouth.
Bartender! Sevika who was getting nonsensical, slurred digs from Cooper. Every. Five minutes. She was definitely the type to be provoked easy. She didn’t have muscles for show. Each of her days off were saved for boxing and deadlifts. That night, Cooper finally made her fist a handful of his collar.
“Ffuckin’ dykes shouldn’t bbe servin’ my drinks.”
“The fuck did you just call me?”
“Flaccid d-dyke.” A hiccup came after. And a shove came as well.
A punch didn’t even land him where he was at, which made Sevika stubborn enough to say it wasn’t her fault when a crowd formed around him.
Your boyfriend was found unconscious with blood dripping down the back of his white top. You hesitated to care at first, and your finger never pointed at Sevika. You knew he’d get drunk to this point, and blamed it on him at the apartment the next day. He acted like he forgot the ordeal, because he actually did.
Bartender! Sevika, who held your waist a little too long when she diverted the conversation to hear people’s orders better.
“Sorry darlin’, got a gentlemen here—Yes? Another Shirley?”
You smirked at her obvious grip on your back, ‘moving you’ like asking you was out of the books.
Her mechanic hand would trace your ass in front of Cooper. And when he had the balls to confront her, she’d shrug and give him the look she gave to the blackout drunks in the parking lot.
“Maybe you should take break from the three shots you took. That enough is makin’ ya hallucinate in front of your girl.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ gaslight me.” Cooper wagged his pointer finger around.
“I can bet my two cents you don’t even know what that means.”
Bartender! Sevika, who took him outside one day without your knowledge and threatened to shoot him with a used shimmer vial and turn him to Piltover for substance abuse.
Bartender! Sevika, who ecstatically kissed you in front of Cooper the day of getting your restraining order that you were obviously going to win.
Bartender! Sevika, who plunged her dick into you until the next morning out of pure ecstasy that you were all to herself and no one else. This routine went on for weeks.
Bartender! Sevika visited Cooper as soon as it was applicable to contact him in prison. She wish she could replay the first time seeing his unshaven bearded face frown beneath a protective barrier.
“The hell are you here for?” It was supposed to come off bored, but it came off cowardly.
“You controlling what I do now?”
“Don’t fuck with me. I figured she’d visit me over you.”
“Your girl gets fucked too good to see your face again.”
Cooper had a fake hearty laugh alongside.
“Yeah. I’d figure she’d be miserable enough to fuck an ugly dyke like you.”
She laid back, her eyes grazing him with little interest as she interrupted him.
“This ugly dyke had her screaming for silicone cock ever since you’ve been gone. She eats me so well, I woulda never thought she ended up with a pouty coward.”
He didn’t bother to answer her, afraid he was already giving her the reaction she wanted.
She sighed.
“You bore me. I was here to drop off her letter for you.”
She slid the un-sealed picture, only for him to yell and start throwing weak punches at the glass before being detained.
It’s not that he was angry at you cheating (although he was insecure over anything you did), god knows he was at a tenfold. It was Sevika that made his grip on you loosen.
A Polaroid of you, ass up with smeared, purple lip stains up to your back with a slicked matching dildo soaking up in your walls. She was devastated you wanted to send him that one, out of all the ons she took. It was her favorite.
okok, imagine, Abby with a chronically ill gf who suffers from chronic pain and fatigue but due to her up bringing struggles to admit when shes in pain or needs help, and Abby is just trying to take care of her
pretty please? with a cherry on top?
-🐞
Since you asked so pretty🫀
WLF found you weakly defending yourself with a knife and an almost faulty mask in the forest, but with no evidential infection. Abby was the first one to offer sanctuary.
“C’mon, girl. Up.”
You didn’t want to admit the hypocrisy as you tried hoisting yourself up, but your legs gave out before you could stand as you winced, plummeting immediately to the floor. Abby furrowed her brows, observing you for any bites or scratches.
“God, stop hovering. M’not infected.”
“Maybe stop with the attitude, and I’ll give you a hand.”
You shot a dirty glance up at her.
“Not funny. I’ve been like this for days.”
She scratched her head, already obeying your words out of guilt.
“Jeez. My bad.” It came out more quiet than she had hoped.
It’s not like attitude would stop her from carrying you for miles ahead. It was evident she immediately took a liking to you. Maybe it’s because she felt protective for a wandering woman with nowhere to go even if she tried. Or maybe it’s just because you were really pretty.
You slowly started opening up to her over the few weeks as she was now the sole person to tend to you. It was hard enough for the crew to find you of convenience since you barely spoke the first few days. You struck her heart once she realized you were silently communicating to only her. Whether it be elongated stares, or an awkward “thanks” for the food you were given. She couldn’t help but get pink once you started joking back at her.
The two of you became inseparable once you recovered enough to walk a bit. You were known as a distraction, but nobody could convince her to let you loose on your own (a nicer way of saying they wanted you kicked the fuck out if you weren’t gonna help them anytime soon.) But, they didn’t have the heart to call either of you out. Abby just looked too happy for confrontation.
Manny knew that he needed a new roommate since he’d only hear the two of you continuously laugh your asses off on her bed. She’d keep declining his offer to leave solely because she was afraid you needed your privacy and to feel independent.
By then, she had noticed every struggle you tried to conceal for the sake of convenience. It was hard to live in your body already, and you didn’t want to make it any harder for the people protecting you. But the nonstop twitching your body had progressing as you moved your body, waking up later than the rest of the group, or the small winces you had as you pushed yourself to keep walking her miles. It was painful for her to watch, and even more so when you stubbornly waved her off for worrying.
Every trip now, she’d ensure a big stick for you to use while she walked behind you for extra support.
Abby would ask Mel of your conditions and what to sustain you with, curating a perfect schedule in her head for you.
-Every meal was made with more awareness in mind than the others.
-She’d literally scold you if you didn’t sleep thirty minutes before everyone else.
-Abby would gently knock on your door two times to let you know she was there to give you your meds and a little jug of water.
You slowly started adjusting to her hidden help. It definitely maintained your lifestyle without directly asking for assistance. You finally felt happy in your body since Abby found amenities for you.
The first few days, you grew suspicious while she blatantly started doing tasks for you like opening the door when she was nowhere near it, or holding supply that were specifically for you to hold since it was a lighter load. It felt like she called you weak in a way. But you knew she only had the best intentions.
You’d raise an eyebrow when she’d start visiting you frequently while you were stuck with sterilizing surgical equipment.
“‘Need any help?”
“No..uh. I got it.”
She muttered an “okay” as if she wasn’t following you around like a puppy, watching your every move like you were porcelain before she was ordered on patrol.
You started realizing that she cared. A lot. And that only made you fall for her harder.
Even if she was exhausted from the day, she’d still find herself carrying you down to your room, and giving you your daily medication as she caressed the back of your head to try and comfort you. (Just date already!)
The two of you actually did the night she laid you down and you hesitated to ask the question that was on your mind since day one. She was counting out your pills like usual as she handed you one by one. You set aside your water and she raised an eyebrow.
“So…you aren’t like. Currently interested in somebody here?”
“Well..yeah.”
She gave you an oblong pill as you swallowed the first one. A circular, smaller pill.
“S’pretty obvious.”
You immediately cut eye contact.
“Yeah? L..like who?”
She laughed.
“Oh my god. Don’t play stupid around me now.”
She planted a soft kiss on your head before ruffling your hair.
“Knock if you need me.”
You lazily caught her hand as she got up.
“Obviously, I will now if you’re leaving me just like that.”
You reeled her down to press a proper kiss against her lips. And she immediately sat back down to cradle you so you wouldn’t have to have your head up so high for that long.
Even in her most flustering times, she still tried to give you comfort.
…
This was so cute to write the entire time I was geeking
Mood when u forgot the plot to your past chapters for the next fic so now ur rereading them..ha..I’ll be here all week ladies
Hi scarlet! I love your writing especially in your bartender!Sevika x singer!reader series!
I just finished reading part 2 and it’s so good! Are there any plans for a final part 3? I would love to see continuations on this!
Hii my nonnie!
I’m so glad you enjoyed it! It makes my day knowing you like what I write🫀🫀that fic was actually the hardest to finish because I had to make sure it was 100% an atmosphere that you can imagine.
I would absolutely love to continue this series if it means you’ll continue reading, so I most likely will do headcannons/oneshots for the storyline. If you’d like to see a specific scenario with bartender Sevika, you’re completely welcomed to hit up my inbox!!
And just as an fyi for future fics since I don’t wanna make a separate post, I’ll be writing in a few days!! So expect
Bartender!Sevika,
chronically ill! reader x Abby req by 🐞,
more mechanic sevika,
And sheriff! Sevika
(And plz don’t hesitate to hit me up for more ideas you want to see in action ;) )
I hope you have an amazing day, beautiful!
Just wanted to get on here bc I got a random wave of gratefulness. I love yall so much. Okay that’s it. Yeah. So.
Me when I wanna act a fool
Piercer!Sevika that immediately gulped when she first saw you come in for a belly piercing.
The two of you had texted about the appointment on Instagram (with her obviously lengthening the conversations that teetered off of professionalism) but felt even more nervous to see you in real life. Stalking your page while she waited for you didn’t help.
“Okay, darlin. If you could just lay here, I’ll be checkin’ to see if you got the structure.”
Piercer!Sevika loved that she got to use the excuse of checking your stomach just so she can feel up on your waist a little longer. You felt so warm against her cold, latex gloves.
She managed to woman up and offer you her shoulder to grasp on when she poked through. She made sure she clamped extra hard on your skin so you were distracted. You took up her offer, holding onto her for dear life, only to realize it was already done.
It’s not like the feeling wasn’t mutual. You scouted for her specifically after seeing her page pop up as an ad while you were scrolling. So much for saving money.
After letting it heal for a few weeks, you loved what was looking back at you in the mirror that you had to get another one. A bolder one.
U did rlly good on me!! I love it so much
It’s my job to make you happy. I’m glad you like it.
Piercer!Sevika getting extremely red when she sees your text bubble reveal
Dy think you could do my clit this time? :)
She anticipated to see your car pull up to her window, her leg shaking up and down while she tried calming herself down by make her station as clean as possible.
The bell chimes flicked her head up. She couldn’t even look at you in the face as you greeted her.
“A-alright. I’m gonna start sterilizing you once we make sure you got the anatomy.”
“You gotta look at my clit for that long?” Teasing waters waved over as you questioned her.
“Ah—uhm. Kinda. Just gotta make sure everything’s okay.” God, help her not make a fool of herself.
Piercer!Sevika who accidentally groaned out loud when you spread your legs to show a puffy clit and glistening folds. You bit the inside of your cheek, finally feeling a little exposed yourself.
“..does it. Look okay?”
‘You look fucking perfect’ was what she wish she could say.
“I’d have to look closer, babe.” The both of you knew she wasn’t going to look at jackshit.
Piercer!Sevika couldn’t help but reach her final straw when you automatically went to her hair, grasping on her short strands when her fingers spread your folds open, and used her other hand to gently brush up and down on your clit.
“Fuck it.” She muttered under her breath before latching her drooling mouth onto your needy pussy. She elicited a moan from you very quickly.
“Sevika!-“
Her sopping tongue infiltrated every part of you. She was so hungry to have you this way. But she could only envision it.
Piercer!Sevika didn’t protest when your clit started bumping on her nose, grinding your slick on the bottom half of her face. Your whining gave her more drive to go faster, pussy drunk on your taste.
Piercer!Sevika pumped her fingers in when you weren’t paying attention, continuing to eat you whole. As much as your protested, she was addicted, and nothing could physically pull her away. It got worse once you came. She plunged her tongue into your hole to lick every inch of you off.
Piercer!Sevika wiped her mouth awkwardly once she saw a sprawled out you on the table. A panting mess. A beautiful one to her.
“…you..you still want that piercing?”
You were too paralyzed to do anything, only a nod sufficed her answer.
Silence infiltrated between you before she clicked her tongue
“I’ll get you cleaned up then.”
You gave her a hefty tip after. Once you left though, she couldn’t help but shoot you one more text.
Just come over to see me next time.
No charge unless you want a lobe or some shit.
I’d like that. U were giving me a run for my money ;)
…….
Cute idea right??
Thinking about that girl on tt that does the “free will” skits where she infiltrates this mechanics workshop and messes with his things each day..
Hear me out with Mechanic!sevika x bothersome!reader then
okay so imagine reader doing the exact same thing:
walking with your favorite drink in your hand while you looked over at a workshop in use. You delve underneath to see the most beautifully sculpted body underneath a dented up truck. You decide to mess around with the things nearby you, but not enough to cause financial damage. You mutter stupid things for the camera (or just your inner dialogue coming to fruition) while an annoyed Sevika yells for you to get the hell out, “Who are you??”and to stop distracting her…only problem is you start doing this daily.
She gets used to your presence only when she can get use out of you by asking for tools in her kit, or hearing you ask the most random questions for her to answer. It filled her time since she really was a one man show at her business.
“I can’t believe you just let people wander around here.”
“I don’t.”
The videos you made had footage of her tolerance with you building by the day, at one point not even yelling your name for confirmation when you snuck inside. She’d just take a look at what shoe rotation she remembered and not comment.
You can bother her as far as knocking down her half drunken redbull and walking your way out, and she’d find herself not complaining anymore, and if anything, her cheeks would feel just a bit hotter when you poked at her this way.
No like, physically. You’d physically poke at her waist and legs when she was working. It threw her off a lot.
Sevika might’ve just been lonely, but she also couldn’t really say no to a pretty girl that didn’t have much of an excuse to keep seeing her like this.
That was until she’d start explaining things about engines, and started hearing you keep asking very specific questions that made her wonder if YOU were the one that needed a repair. And she wasn’t too surprised to see you actually do something and bring in your own car the next day for an oil change.
She WAS surprised to look over her shoulder underneath your car to see you crouched over, handing a slip with what seemed to be your number. She happily took it, only realizing in her fluorescent lights once she got back up that you left out your last digits.
“The hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“I dunno. I’ll give you the rest once I see how good you did on my car.”
Dumbfounded. And came along a gasping chuckle.
“ridiculous.”
She found a recognizable workshop, her shop spiraling numbers on social media the next week. She could only shake her head like she didn’t care, and continue to stalk your page, now anticipating to see you trot your ass back.
If this looks like bs it’s because it is. Boo im bored
wait, whats shadowbanned mean?
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It means my posts are most likely not popping up on your guys feed or tags!! Not sure if tumblr thinks I’m a bot for posting too much or maybe adding too many tags💔just not sure how to get it going again :(((
Holy I think I’m shadowbanned😭😭god forbid a girl gets motivation to write. How do I fix that💔💔
Maddy x rue s2, except when rue catches Nate at the gas station, she texts Maddy and snitches because she “could’ve sworn there was a blondie kissing up on him.” Although it was more just of an excuse to get her a better chance of dating her girl. Maddy later on sees Jules being super touchy with Elliot after passing period, so the two girls just find themselves in a jealousy competition, telling one another that their partner isn’t good for them.
They both know they truly don’t care about Nate or Jules. But this little game was fun.
And then they both unite with a singular thought of making a revenge tape to send, Maddy dressing up extra frilly the way Nate used to like. And Rue ensures that this is the one time that she was sober. Not only to feel every inch of her woman, but also to prove to Jules that she doesn’t need her for sobriety anymore.
babe, i have another for you. Sevika x pregnant!reader whos been horny and insatiable her whole pregnancy, and sev has been a little hesitant bc she dosent want to hurt reader or their baby so when they do the deed she's super gentle and caring?
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Keep em coming!! :(( this is so cute
Pregnancy Drabble
G!p Sevika x pregnant! Reader
It took more tries than you could count.
You never planned on having a baby. It never made much sense to you, being the fact that you didn’t have someone you loved enough to bear their child. But. Dating Sevika gave you a new perspective on life, and she did everything to make sure your future ensured a child. No matter what.
You’ve never felt so satisfied to finally feel life grow in the pit of your stomach.
But the one nagging thing that you couldn’t satisfy was your utter lust.
The first trimester had you enduring far more as your body worked overtime, so of course, Sevika could only interpret pregnancy with pain. Watching you struggle to get up, soreness and nausea in the mixing bowl had made her ten times more protective and devastated. She hated watching you not take her food down properly, racing alongside you to the bathroom as she held your hair while caressing your back.
So when the second trimester came around, she was in immediate surprise when she’d feel you cuddle her a bit longer. Kissing her neck. Sucking her tongue when you two made out.
You physically couldn’t get your hands off her even if you were pried off. Her pheromones filled your nostrils more than usual, and her muscles looked extra filled in every shirt she wore. You physically couldn’t help yourself.
You had an immense glow to you. People weren’t kidding about pregnancy glow. But on you, Sevika could only remain awestruck. Her woman only got prettier by the day. She’d secretly wished she could get you pregnant. Over. And over again. Just to see your pretty stretch marks, replicating kinsugi on a porcelain plate. Your swollen belly because of her doings only made her more hard when she was near you. Poor Sevika had to go to take a “bathroom trip” every time you sat next to her on the couch.
Your breasts especially were plump of milk. She knew she couldn’t. It would mess up the chemicals. But oh, did she desperately want to claw and suck them dry. She’d taste a new part of you.
“‘Vika?”
“Yes, ma’am?” She had you on her chest as she read her new book, immediately pinching the corner page as her bookmark.
“S’really bad today.” You muttered under your breath as you started kissing her neck.
She couldn’t help but let out a low groan as you already found her sweet spot.
“S-shit. How bad, mama?”
You already had your hand creeping down her waistband to answer her question.
Sevika lazily snapped herself out of the hypnotic trance you put her through, taking ahold of your face with already dilated eyes.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.” It didn’t sound so sincere when her body was physically reacting to you.
“Please.” You whined with her fabric bunching up in your fists.
“Oh, please. I promise you won’t hurt her.”
You could feel her deliciously harden under your underwear. Sevika leaned her head back, gulping to get composure of herself from the absolute menace you were.
“Okay, baby.” She cowardly muttered.
She leaned her face back into reality, tilting your head up with her pointer finger before kissing you softly. You practically barked back in retaliation to the pace as you shoved your tongue in. She immediately was taken aback, groaning at your response. She groped your ass, progressively going to your tits as she kneaded them.
“Baby!-“
“Shh. I know mama. Just lay down f’me.” She whispered in between kisses. You don’t hesitate to lay yourself down on your favorite pillow. You felt her take off your underwear, slowly propping your legs up.
Sevika however didn’t hold the same patience for herself, immediately shoving down her boxers as her cock clawed out. She shouldn’t have taken in the view. You sprawled out for her, a beautiful stature with an unkept bush that you couldn’t bother to shave since you couldn’t reach. She made a high pitch noise out of pure astonishment.
She didn’t hesitate to put the tip in first, but it got a bit funny to you when she’d continuously ask if you felt okay.
“I’m fine. You barely put it in.”
“I’m just making sure. You don’t feel any tearing? Are you cramping at all—“
You rolled your eyes as you whisper yelled for her conscious back.
“Sevika!”
She whipped her head up at you for using her full name.
“Just put it in. Make me feel good.”
She slowly nodded as she slid her cock inside.
God, she missed this. She missed you.
Your walls didn’t feel any different, and you were far more warmer. She could’ve came just with that.
You missed her being rough. She always fucked you like you were nothing but a toy. But this time, she went as gentle as she could. And you couldn’t complain. You hadn’t felt her inside for so long.
Her hips were consistent, but not quick. She made sure she held herself back, biting the inside of her cheek. Hard. To keep herself sane.
She’d sweetly hold the back of your head, kissing your face while she kept slowly pumping into you.
You moaned higher and higher when she did things alongside. Keeping the roughness in both your names by pulling at your hair. Biting your neck. Gagging you just a bit by sticking her thumb in your mouth, letting you swirl your tongue and sucking on it. She’d love to choke you, but she was deathly terrified to do so now. She pumped like you were fine china, but her hands and mouth told another story otherwise.
The tip of the iceberg was when she started pinching at your nipples.
“F-fuck! Like that, just like that.”
She bored her eyes down as she watched liquid drip down onto her hands. She gave a breathy groan as she licked her arm up.
“Feel good, mama?”
“Mmmhm.” You clung onto her back as a way to demand her to continue. And that she did.
It didn’t take you long to see literal constellations in your eyes when your pent up walls finally tightened up, practically gripping her cock in place to slow down.
Her groans filled the room alongside you, sweat falling off her forehead. But not because of pace. Because she tried that hard not to go harder.
“Jesus fuck, Jesus fuck.” She whispered relentlessly.
Her hips gave out when she felt you tighten around her. Your body jerked once, she jerked twice.
Her seed filled you up and out, creamy cum threatening to drip down your ass. She collapsed next to you to make sure nothing suffocated you and your daughter. Her dick was still twitching, cum continuously seeping out.
You lazily looked over, and struggled but succeeded to get on her side, immediately putting a pillow under you. She was still out of her mind while you already had your lips ring around her cock.
Sevika’s eyes immediately darted down to her pretty little perpetrator.
This was going to be a long night.
Found this in my drafts and decided to finish it off :))
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Hiii can I request an Abby or Sevika ff where they’re really experimented and been in multiple relationships with gf reader who’s a virgin and never been in a relationship before
Reader is really scared of having sex so she had a lot of conversation with her gf and reassurance and when it’s finally time for them to have sex reader’s really excited and a bit nervous cuz she been waiting for this day, but when the day comes she can’t come, she’s wet and horny but she can’t orgasm
Sevika/abby are really patient but after like 45-1h not being able to cum really gets irritated and lowkey embarrassed. She starts crying about not being able to finish and how ashamed she is cuz her first time is a big fail
Her gf reassures her and all and again really really patient she just wants to make her baby girl feels good so after about 2h Abby/Sevika finally makes reader cum and it’s like of the first of so many more incredible orgasm
Soo sorry for the insane delay, anon🥹 I got a bit carried away with this decaying draft, but here you go for being so patient with me :((
Crybaby, cry <3
An experienced Abby somehow manages to get her hands on the sweetest untouched girl in town!
Warnings!: shorter than usual fics :,(, soft!dom!abby, sub!crybaby!reader, reader is reallly innocent, small town, scissor!ng yay, implications of homophobia and religion but obviously just to build character and ambiancee
Virgin!reader, except you’re actually is the most innocent girl ever and remained a virgin for a reason. No one dared to touch you because they hated to see you crumble under even a smidge of their touch. It aggravated you how everyone treated you like you were some baby to be coddled, but they couldn’t help themselves. You never bothered to look for dirty, nasty things online. The most “dirty” thing you did look up was the structure of a vagina for your biology project, and that alone made you horny for the first time of your life.
You weren’t stupid—well. Maybe clueless was a nicer word. You never masturbated. You never had the thought to. You weren’t heavily religious, but the things pastors and preachers say around the world on the internet. It also didn’t help that you lived in a small town. Unfurnished kind of town. Yikes. It made you feel like maybe you were going to hell for having that “tingly” feeling in your white panties. All because you stared at a biological cunt for too long.
You never had a partner, period. You said you never bothered since you wanted to save g yourself for a nice man—or woman. But it was clear you had a liking for one than the other.
You had no idea what you were doing, and many didn’t know when to fuck you until dawn or protect you from anything at all cost.
Every conversation someone attempted to make with you had separated because they thought you were hopeless. Cute. But hopeless.
Someone that did have faith in you however was Ms. Anderson.
The ‘sweetest’ woman that went by your job from once, to twice, to practically your entire schedule now. To you, it was sweet. But to others, it made made them fist their hands.
“Darlin’. She’s trouble around here.”
“Is that so? I have never noticed.”
Or maybe that was what you’d say so you could just keep admiring her when she wasn’t attentive to you at that moment.
She had her eyes on you for a while. Not to fuck, god no. You looked like you didn’t know if screwing is a term for mechanics or slang for intercourse.
You were just too sweet to her. Mindlessly complimenting her casual outfits that were never made for sugar talking, ask how she manages to build such muscle and how she could sucker punch anybody at any moment. You were just too kind for your own good.
And your frilly skirts. Dresses were her favorite. You worked Sunday’s, despite your parents retaliation to take a break, and your coworkers automatically thinking you were religious like them. To take break for mass. But, you really just wanted the money to discipline yourself for the future.
So every Sunday, she’d perch her truck up right at the window for you to peep through. You’d happily skip over and turn the close sign to open for her to come in—your most loyal customer.
She made sure she never touched you—not once, not ever. She wanted to you to come to her. She didn’t wanted you to construed herself as a plaything. She just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. It got harder by each day, each hour, each second to do so when she noticed her compliments rubbed off on you. You wore her favorites gradually. It was a subtle, indirect marking from her to let everyone else see that you weren’t an option for them.
She definitely made her rounds in town, but she was never vocal about her doings. And she refused to let you hear, in case you saw her character change.
But rumors spread when you’re in such a small town.
“She had me calling her every night! God, I miss that mouth.”
“I fucking hate her. Got me riled up just to find out she doesn’t do casual.”
“She doesn’t seem to take fucking as casual, that’s for sure.”
Abby, Abby, Abby.
The name strung in your ears. The first time you heard it, you had to shake your head in denial. This must’ve been a different lesbian, a different Abby. The name was so common after all!
But the way girls stared at her when her figure opens the door for the chimes to ring? You knew.
You weren’t angry at her, but rather insecure. How could you manage to get her if all she’s done is be with beautiful women?
The rumors didn’t get any better once someone saw you two sharing a milkshake at the local diner. But, she didn’t mind. She wasn’t ashamed to show you off. It made you scared, but she’d reassure you everyday how she could never separate from such a treat like you.
And she wasn’t lying. She made sure she held your hand a bit tighter. Make herself look bigger when guys or girls stared at any part of you for too long. It wasn’t frustrating to be with you. It was refreshing. She loved getting these new reactions from you. Your dusted cheeks as she kissed your face, or teasing in your ear of how good you looked in her flannel, just for you to wave her off. She could die peacefully knowing you were all hers.
“Hi doll. Wanted to ask you a little somethin.’”
“Yes, ma’am?” You said sweetly, trying to hide your flustered state.
“Ma’am? It’s Abby. We’ve been dating for over two months now.” She said with a furrowed brow and a lopsided grin.
Right. Just of habit since you still couldn’t believe you two were together.
“I got tickets to that girl you really like. And listen, I know you didn’t like the idea of camping prior,”
A ticket? For you? They were worth over your paycheck. You couldn’t possibly—
God she looked good in that leather jacket.
What? What were you thinking? Abby is offering you a nice night together, and your first thought goes straight to her pants? How dirty.
“But my cabins just nearby the place. We can stay there. How’s that work?”
You snapped out of your thoughts.
“T-that sounds perfect!”
You pouted, hugging her in front of everyone. She’d taught you well, thinking that kissing, groping, and elongated hugging was normal in public, let alone work.
“How do I pay you back though? I-I can save up?” You already had glistening eyes that were holding back tears. Such a sensitive woman.
“Baby, not around me. I spend on you however I please.”
The night of was perfect. A drive around, blasting your favorite songs to prepare yourself for tomorrow, and going to a cute little restaurant for pictures and good food. All until you both shared her bed for the very first time.
She guided you through the relationship on how to kiss properly and how to use your tongue to your advantage. She had to implement a safe word whenever you felt the kiss being too heated: grizzly.
But as of recently, you’ve felt the complete opposite about sex. You liked the idea of Abby holding you as she pampered you after you made a mess on the sheets. You wanted to see her naked. You felt tingly in your throbbing clit when she grasped onto your plushy thighs while making out. You wanted her terribly. And that petrified you.
What if you didn’t do good? She finds you icky? Your breasts didn’t suffice her?
“Bee?” The nickname you gave her when you were too much in your thoughts to say her proper name. She straightened up as she didn’t hesitate to look back at you.
“Yes, baby?”
“I think I’m ready.”
She knew what you meant like she was waiting to hear it never.
“Y-you’re sure? You just sayin that because you want me to feel good? Because you know I hate when you lie.”
She paid closer attention to your mannerisms. If you circled your thigh with your middle finger. If you looked directly below her so you couldn’t face her intimidating eyes. Or even crying after because you did get caught in a lie.
“No. No. It’s not a lie. I wanna feel you. I want—“
You huffed as you tried to articulate your words properly.
“Want me to what, pretty girl? You’re so good with your words. C’mon.”
“I want you to make me feel good.”
She didn’t give a teasing smirk or remark. Her face formed into something of desperation.
“Yeah, baby? Y’want me to make you feel good? Hm?”
She let her hands creep in between your legs, hearing you quietly gasp.
“Yes. Yes. Please. I feel weird when I’m with you.”
“Yeah? Like how?” Her fingers started caressing your soaked underwear.
“L-like it hurts.”
“It hurts to want me?“
She softly cooed, kneading your ass while you slowly laid down.
“Babydoll, I think you’re horny.”
“H-horny?” Like the thing your church mentioned last Sunday?
“Mmmhm. Nothin’ bad about it at all. We all feel it.”
“I’m not strange?”
“God, no. You’re perfect.”
She gently sucked at your neck, hearing you gasp. Your hands immediately went for her face. In between marking your neck a pretty plum, she asked
“Your mommy ain’t ever teach you about your body?”
“N-no.”
You whined.
“Nobody did.”
She mockingly frowned, kissing you lower to your chest.
“I guess I got a lot to teach you then, hmm?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
…
As much as she loved you, she had no idea how hard it was to get you going. It didn’t help that you had no idea where to start yourself.
Abby had gone almost over an hour of lapping at your pussy, fingering you, rubbing your clit. At one point she tried to gently ask you to try guiding her, but that just made you feel worse.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You wanted to feel good and finally feel normal. Normal for your dream girl. But clearly, something wasn’t working.
You finally broke down.
“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me—“ you hiccuped, softly crying in the palm of your hands, hiding your face out of utter humiliation.
“Baby—baby stop.”
Abby wiped her face, moving her jaw from it being sore. She gripped on your hands, slowly prying them to see your tear-stained face. She furrowed her brows.
“There is nothing, and I mean nothing wrong with you. You just don’t know your body yet, and I wanna be here to help.”
Abby palmed your face in sympathy, giving your tears kitty licks. Your eyes widened.
She caressed your thigh as you tried getting composure of yourself. You huffed.
“Pants off. Please.”
She was a bit taken aback at seeing you snap at her, but you said please, so she had to do so anyway. (She could bend to anything you asked for)
“I…I searched up what girls do, when they..” You pointed to your already sopped pussy from her saliva.
A smirked formed on her face.
“My naughty girl searched it up all by herself, huh? So dirty.”
She didn’t hesitate to link her clit against yours once she got you comfortable.
And dear god, why didn’t you learn about this sooner?
You whined, desperately clinging onto her as you greedily started grinding at your own pace.
Abby never told you to stop. A needy little thing under her needed release desperately. She did nothing but encouraged you softly while holding your leg up.
“That’s it. Doin’ so good for such a sweet face.”
You could practically cum at her praises. They danced with pure caned sugar, and they sure made you grow a pit in your stomach. Such an unfamiliar feeling that you could’ve mixed up for butterflies you first felt around Abby.
“W-wait. Stop—“
She slowed down, but didn’t completely stop. She furrowed her brows in immediate concern, afraid that she did something.
“‘Feels weird. Like I gotta use the washroom..” you mumbled.
She chuckled, grasping onto your ass to make sure you both had no gap. She only kept going as you tilted your head back, moaning relentlessly as if you’d lost your mind ions back.
“‘Means you’re gonna f-feel good real soon, doll.” Abby mumbled as she practically drooled at the feeling of your pretty clit bumping against hers.
“Abby!”
It felt so sudden, your body jerking as you cried, clawing at Abby’s back.
Her legs started stuttering climaxing alongside. She groaned with your cum mixed with her wetness completely painting her thighs.
…
“M’so sorry it took long.”
“Don’t apologize. Did it feel good?”
You clung onto the stuffed bear she won for you at the fair a few weeks back, flustered as you smiled and turned your head away.
“Maybe.”
She smiled, running her hands through your hair.
“Then I’ll go as long as you please.”
Abby now knew two things about you: one, that she couldn’t wait to love you further, and two; you loved scissoring.
Guys I haven’t a clue as to why this is long either okay😭it was supposed to be a drabble and I guess I just wanted to make it a one shot situation, but also not proofread AT ALL. Also I pray for this not to absolutely flop like my last fic
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Oooh you wanna read this soo badddd
Hiii can I request an Abby or Sevika ff where they’re really experimented and been in multiple relationships with gf reader who’s a virgin and never been in a relationship before
Reader is really scared of having sex so she had a lot of conversation with her gf and reassurance and when it’s finally time for them to have sex reader’s really excited and a bit nervous cuz she been waiting for this day, but when the day comes she can’t come, she’s wet and horny but she can’t orgasm
Sevika/abby are really patient but after like 45-1h not being able to cum really gets irritated and lowkey embarrassed. She starts crying about not being able to finish and how ashamed she is cuz her first time is a big fail
Her gf reassures her and all and again really really patient she just wants to make her baby girl feels good so after about 2h Abby/Sevika finally makes reader cum and it’s like of the first of so many more incredible orgasm
Soo sorry for the insane delay, anon🥹 I got a bit carried away with this decaying draft, but here you go for being so patient with me :((
Crybaby, cry <3
An experienced Abby somehow manages to get her hands on the sweetest untouched girl in town!
Warnings!: shorter than usual fics :,(, soft!dom!abby, sub!crybaby!reader, reader is reallly innocent, small town, scissor!ng yay, implications of homophobia and religion but obviously just to build character and ambiancee
Virgin!reader, except you’re actually is the most innocent girl ever and remained a virgin for a reason. No one dared to touch you because they hated to see you crumble under even a smidge of their touch. It aggravated you how everyone treated you like you were some baby to be coddled, but they couldn’t help themselves. You never bothered to look for dirty, nasty things online. The most “dirty” thing you did look up was the structure of a vagina for your biology project, and that alone made you horny for the first time of your life.
You weren’t stupid—well. Maybe clueless was a nicer word. You never masturbated. You never had the thought to. You weren’t heavily religious, but the things pastors and preachers say around the world on the internet. It also didn’t help that you lived in a small town. Unfurnished kind of town. Yikes. It made you feel like maybe you were going to hell for having that “tingly” feeling in your white panties. All because you stared at a biological cunt for too long.
You never had a partner, period. You said you never bothered since you wanted to save g yourself for a nice man—or woman. But it was clear you had a liking for one than the other.
You had no idea what you were doing, and many didn’t know when to fuck you until dawn or protect you from anything at all cost.
Every conversation someone attempted to make with you had separated because they thought you were hopeless. Cute. But hopeless.
Someone that did have faith in you however was Ms. Anderson.
The ‘sweetest’ woman that went by your job from once, to twice, to practically your entire schedule now. To you, it was sweet. But to others, it made made them fist their hands.
“Darlin’. She’s trouble around here.”
“Is that so? I have never noticed.”
Or maybe that was what you’d say so you could just keep admiring her when she wasn’t attentive to you at that moment.
She had her eyes on you for a while. Not to fuck, god no. You looked like you didn’t know if screwing is a term for mechanics or slang for intercourse.
You were just too sweet to her. Mindlessly complimenting her casual outfits that were never made for sugar talking, ask how she manages to build such muscle and how she could sucker punch anybody at any moment. You were just too kind for your own good.
And your frilly skirts. Dresses were her favorite. You worked Sunday’s, despite your parents retaliation to take a break, and your coworkers automatically thinking you were religious like them. To take break for mass. But, you really just wanted the money to discipline yourself for the future.
So every Sunday, she’d perch her truck up right at the window for you to peep through. You’d happily skip over and turn the close sign to open for her to come in—your most loyal customer.
She made sure she never touched you—not once, not ever. She wanted to you to come to her. She didn’t wanted you to construed herself as a plaything. She just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. It got harder by each day, each hour, each second to do so when she noticed her compliments rubbed off on you. You wore her favorites gradually. It was a subtle, indirect marking from her to let everyone else see that you weren’t an option for them.
She definitely made her rounds in town, but she was never vocal about her doings. And she refused to let you hear, in case you saw her character change.
But rumors spread when you’re in such a small town.
“She had me calling her every night! God, I miss that mouth.”
“I fucking hate her. Got me riled up just to find out she doesn’t do casual.”
“She doesn’t seem to take fucking as casual, that’s for sure.”
Abby, Abby, Abby.
The name strung in your ears. The first time you heard it, you had to shake your head in denial. This must’ve been a different lesbian, a different Abby. The name was so common after all!
But the way girls stared at her when her figure opens the door for the chimes to ring? You knew.
You weren’t angry at her, but rather insecure. How could you manage to get her if all she’s done is be with beautiful women?
The rumors didn’t get any better once someone saw you two sharing a milkshake at the local diner. But, she didn’t mind. She wasn’t ashamed to show you off. It made you scared, but she’d reassure you everyday how she could never separate from such a treat like you.
And she wasn’t lying. She made sure she held your hand a bit tighter. Make herself look bigger when guys or girls stared at any part of you for too long. It wasn’t frustrating to be with you. It was refreshing. She loved getting these new reactions from you. Your dusted cheeks as she kissed your face, or teasing in your ear of how good you looked in her flannel, just for you to wave her off. She could die peacefully knowing you were all hers.
“Hi doll. Wanted to ask you a little somethin.’”
“Yes, ma’am?” You said sweetly, trying to hide your flustered state.
“Ma’am? It’s Abby. We’ve been dating for over two months now.” She said with a furrowed brow and a lopsided grin.
Right. Just of habit since you still couldn’t believe you two were together.
“I got tickets to that girl you really like. And listen, I know you didn’t like the idea of camping prior,”
A ticket? For you? They were worth over your paycheck. You couldn’t possibly—
God she looked good in that leather jacket.
What? What were you thinking? Abby is offering you a nice night together, and your first thought goes straight to her pants? How dirty.
“But my cabins just nearby the place. We can stay there. How’s that work?”
You snapped out of your thoughts.
“T-that sounds perfect!”
You pouted, hugging her in front of everyone. She’d taught you well, thinking that kissing, groping, and elongated hugging was normal in public, let alone work.
“How do I pay you back though? I-I can save up?” You already had glistening eyes that were holding back tears. Such a sensitive woman.
“Baby, not around me. I spend on you however I please.”
The night of was perfect. A drive around, blasting your favorite songs to prepare yourself for tomorrow, and going to a cute little restaurant for pictures and good food. All until you both shared her bed for the very first time.
She guided you through the relationship on how to kiss properly and how to use your tongue to your advantage. She had to implement a safe word whenever you felt the kiss being too heated: grizzly.
But as of recently, you’ve felt the complete opposite about sex. You liked the idea of Abby holding you as she pampered you after you made a mess on the sheets. You wanted to see her naked. You felt tingly in your throbbing clit when she grasped onto your plushy thighs while making out. You wanted her terribly. And that petrified you.
What if you didn’t do good? She finds you icky? Your breasts didn’t suffice her?
“Bee?” The nickname you gave her when you were too much in your thoughts to say her proper name. She straightened up as she didn’t hesitate to look back at you.
“Yes, baby?”
“I think I’m ready.”
She knew what you meant like she was waiting to hear it never.
“Y-you’re sure? You just sayin that because you want me to feel good? Because you know I hate when you lie.”
She paid closer attention to your mannerisms. If you circled your thigh with your middle finger. If you looked directly below her so you couldn’t face her intimidating eyes. Or even crying after because you did get caught in a lie.
“No. No. It’s not a lie. I wanna feel you. I want—“
You huffed as you tried to articulate your words properly.
“Want me to what, pretty girl? You’re so good with your words. C’mon.”
“I want you to make me feel good.”
She didn’t give a teasing smirk or remark. Her face formed into something of desperation.
“Yeah, baby? Y’want me to make you feel good? Hm?”
She let her hands creep in between your legs, hearing you quietly gasp.
“Yes. Yes. Please. I feel weird when I’m with you.”
“Yeah? Like how?” Her fingers started caressing your soaked underwear.
“L-like it hurts.”
“It hurts to want me?“
She softly cooed, kneading your ass while you slowly laid down.
“Babydoll, I think you’re horny.”
“H-horny?” Like the thing your church mentioned last Sunday?
“Mmmhm. Nothin’ bad about it at all. We all feel it.”
“I’m not strange?”
“God, no. You’re perfect.”
She gently sucked at your neck, hearing you gasp. Your hands immediately went for her face. In between marking your neck a pretty plum, she asked
“Your mommy ain’t ever teach you about your body?”
“N-no.”
You whined.
“Nobody did.”
She mockingly frowned, kissing you lower to your chest.
“I guess I got a lot to teach you then, hmm?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
…
As much as she loved you, she had no idea how hard it was to get you going. It didn’t help that you had no idea where to start yourself.
Abby had gone almost over an hour of lapping at your pussy, fingering you, rubbing your clit. At one point she tried to gently ask you to try guiding her, but that just made you feel worse.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You wanted to feel good and finally feel normal. Normal for your dream girl. But clearly, something wasn’t working.
You finally broke down.
“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me—“ you hiccuped, softly crying in the palm of your hands, hiding your face out of utter humiliation.
“Baby—baby stop.”
Abby wiped her face, moving her jaw from it being sore. She gripped on your hands, slowly prying them to see your tear-stained face. She furrowed her brows.
“There is nothing, and I mean nothing wrong with you. You just don’t know your body yet, and I wanna be here to help.”
Abby palmed your face in sympathy, giving your tears kitty licks. Your eyes widened.
She caressed your thigh as you tried getting composure of yourself. You huffed.
“Pants off. Please.”
She was a bit taken aback at seeing you snap at her, but you said please, so she had to do so anyway. (She could bend to anything you asked for)
“I…I searched up what girls do, when they..” You pointed to your already sopped pussy from her saliva.
A smirked formed on her face.
“My naughty girl searched it up all by herself, huh? So dirty.”
She didn’t hesitate to link her clit against yours once she got you comfortable.
And dear god, why didn’t you learn about this sooner?
You whined, desperately clinging onto her as you greedily started grinding at your own pace.
Abby never told you to stop. A needy little thing under her needed release desperately. She did nothing but encouraged you softly while holding your leg up.
“That’s it. Doin’ so good for such a sweet face.”
You could practically cum at her praises. They danced with pure caned sugar, and they sure made you grow a pit in your stomach. Such an unfamiliar feeling that you could’ve mixed up for butterflies you first felt around Abby.
“W-wait. Stop—“
She slowed down, but didn’t completely stop. She furrowed her brows in immediate concern, afraid that she did something.
“‘Feels weird. Like I gotta use the washroom..” you mumbled.
She chuckled, grasping onto your ass to make sure you both had no gap. She only kept going as you tilted your head back, moaning relentlessly as if you’d lost your mind ions back.
“‘Means you’re gonna f-feel good real soon, doll.” Abby mumbled as she practically drooled at the feeling of your pretty clit bumping against hers.
“Abby!”
It felt so sudden, your body jerking as you cried, clawing at Abby’s back.
Her legs started stuttering climaxing alongside. She groaned with your cum mixed with her wetness completely painting her thighs.
…
“M’so sorry it took long.”
“Don’t apologize. Did it feel good?”
You clung onto the stuffed bear she won for you at the fair a few weeks back, flustered as you smiled and turned your head away.
“Maybe.”
She smiled, running her hands through your hair.
“Then I’ll go as long as you please.”
Abby now knew two things about you: one, that she couldn’t wait to love you further, and two; you loved scissoring.
Guys I haven’t a clue as to why this is long either okay😭it was supposed to be a drabble and I guess I just wanted to make it a one shot situation, but also not proofread AT ALL. Also I pray for this not to absolutely flop like my last fic
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