max

22 | they/she | girl kisser | dyke

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

MEN DO NOT MESSAGE ME.

If you message me "hey" i will block you

hello my name is max!!

✮I am 22 and use they/she pronouns

✮ i am a lesbian(if you couldn't tell)

✮ my page is my little freaky diary so ya..

✮ I love arcane, stardew, life is strange, last of us, and obvi green yuri

✮ lover of big women

✮I definitely have a very healthy obsession with sevika 😛

Border credit: @dollywons and @strangergraphics

[thewriterscraft]

Backseat Confessions - Abby Anderson

Abby Anderson x Reader Summary: A typical shift change turns into confessed feelings when you and Abby are stranded in the rain. Warnings & Tags: Fluff! Honestly not much I can think of; Reader is very scared of rejection, Heavy storms mentioned, a lil friends-to-lovers. Word Count: 2.3k

The rain was coming down in droves, heavy drops that pelted against the glass of the windshield, thunder cracking loudly overhead and the sky only seemed to be getting darker and darker. You looked over at Abby, her hands white-knuckled gripping the steering wheel, leaning forward as she concentrated on the terrain. You weren’t sure how she was seeing anything at all to keep driving, but you’d long since learned not to question her capabilities. You were headed out to relieve the current team posted at the TV station and running late because of the storm. It hadn’t been expected at all, rain was common of course, but a storm this intense wasn’t. 

You looked out over the landscape, trying to focus your eyes on anything around you that might give you an idea of how far out you were from the station. Using your sleeve, you brushed the condensation from the window in front of you. It didn’t do much to help, so you turned again to look at Abby instead, her features pulled tight and her brow furrowed. You knew distinctly her frustrated appearance shouldn’t have sparked the fluttering of butterflies in your chest the way that it did, but there was something devastatingly attractive about the way she wore all of her emotions so plainly on her face. 

You had been friends for years, often paired together on postings. You had a patient steadiness that grounded her restless energy, and she was always quick to react where you hesitated. Where she was ruthlessness you were mercy; when she drifted, you brought her back. It hadn’t always been an easy pairing, you both struggled at first to understand the other. It took time to learn how to give each other the space to do what you needed to. Honestly, at first you’d distinctly disliked Abby, her viciousness intimidated you. You hadn’t had an easy path to finding the wolves, no one had, and through it all you had grasped onto your kindness, your compassion. Seeing someone so freely embrace their rage, their pain, you resented it. Over time, though things started to fall into place, Abby gave you an outlet for the ugly emotions you desperately tried to hide away, you gave her a place to let her armor down. You developed a balance, and after all this time Abby had started to refer to you as her humanity. You’d long accepted that this was the only way she’d ever refer to you as hers. 

You couldn’t place exactly when you had first started developing feelings for Abby, days often passing in hues and noise, but you knew you felt it in quiet moments. When your fingers brushed together at meals, the annotations she leaves you in all the books you loan her, her arm around your shoulder on the rare occasions your friends all got a quiet moment to sit and share a drink or two. Her presence was always simply there, the intensity she brought to all things had become soothing to you. Even now, sitting in the truck together listening to the sound of the rain pelting the roof, the silence stretched between you as she focused, you felt wholly calm. 

At least until the car came to a screeching, violent stop. You surged forward, bracing yourself in the milliseconds you had before your head hit the dash, only to instead collide with her substantial forearm as it shot out in front of you, catching you just before you hit it and forcing your body backwards once again into your seat. 

For a moment, everything seemed to be frozen in place, the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your chest outpacing the rain outside. As quickly as she’d put her arm out, she pulled it back, gripping the wheel again as she threw the truck into reverse, pulling back a safe distance before stopping again. Looking ahead you realized the issue. While your eyes were on her, you’d entirely missed the road rapidly flooding ahead of you, had Abby stopped a moment later it would’ve washed you guys out. 

“Are you alright?” Abby asked, turning to look at you, concern-ridden across her face.

“Yeah, I’m alright, I should’ve been paying attention, I'm sorry. Thank you for catching me” you answer, voice small and a bit breathless. 

“It’s not your fault; the flood came out of nowhere. I’m just glad we stopped in time. I guess we’re not making it to the station anytime soon; should we head back?” 

You consider for a moment, looking at the road ahead and the rain still pouring down. You hadn’t thought it was safe to drive in the first place, and after the scare you both had, the thought of continuing to drive in the storm filled you with anxiety. 

“Maybe we could wait it out here for a bit? It can’t go on forever,” you suggest.

A small smile pulls at the corner of Abby’s lip, something you might consider to be affectionate if you didn’t know any better, but more than that, something mischievous. 

“What’re we gonna do while we wait?” She muses.

“What if we played a game?” She looks at you for a moment, seemingly thinking over your offer. 

“What kind of a game?” She finally asks.

“A question game?” 

“Okay, but let’s sit in the back, it’ll be more comfortable”

You agree without hesitation, and she gestures for you to go first. You slip over the dashboard and into the backseat, settling in with your legs crossed. Abby follows shortly behind. Settling into the space beside you, she spreads out, getting comfortable, gripping her shoulders as she stretches. You watch her, eyes lingering across the flex of her biceps before she releases and leans back. You avert your eyes quickly, focusing them on your hands in your lap. You can feel the pink in your cheeks and hope desperately it’s too dim in the truck for her to notice. 

“Alright, you first” She prods, initiating you to begin the game. 

You take a moment to think; despite having presented the idea, you hadn’t actually considered the effort of having to think up a question, and also hadn’t expected her to agree to play in the first place. Games like this were typically reserved for drinking with friends, not stranded in a storm in the backseat of a truck. You eventually formulate a simple question about the most recent novel you’d shared with her, and she questions you about your experiences before the WLF. You two go back and forth like this for a while, light-hearted questions to fill the time while you wait for the road to clear. 

“Okay, here’s one, does Manny actually hook-up with as many girls as he brags about, or is he all talk?” You ask. 

Abby laughs at the inquiry, the sound reigniting the thundering in your chest. 

“Unfortunately it’s true, those poor girls get mediocre dick, and I’m the one having to fuck off to elsewhere cause he keeps turning our room into a sex club,” She answers, a teasing tone of annoyance taking over. 

“I can’t believe those poor girls keep falling for his awful pick-up lines. You know he tried hitting on me before we became friends,” You tell her, but to your surprise, she didn’t look shocked at all. 

“Oh, I know, I used to have to put up with him going on and on about you, the one girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day” 

“Seriously? I didn’t know he was into me like that, he isn’t uh, exactly my type”  You say, voice trailing off a little bit. 

“Alright, then who is your type?” She asks, and once again you can feel the familiar flush in your cheeks. You look back at your hands again, shrugging your shoulders a bit. You hadn’t thought about how perfectly you had set her up with the question and, now that it was asked, you didn’t know how to answer it. 

“Is that your question for the game? I mean, you could ask anything.” You point out, hoping she’ll take the opportunity for a topic change. 

“It’s my question. I mean, for as long as we’ve known each other, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so much as flirt with a guy. I’m curious,” she says. 

Your heart pounds; of course she hasn’t. The only person you’ve been interested in flirting with is sitting across from you, absolutely clueless. A pit in your stomach begins to form, tangled and frantic, a response to how unsure you feel about what to say. You know you could lie to her, but so much of your friendship had been built on trust that even a white lie felt heavy like it carried repercussions you couldn’t fathom. 

“I guess I'm not really into guys,” you admit, refusing to meet her stare. The idea of finding rejection anywhere in her blue eyes fills you with a kind of anxious nausea so bad you can’t stand it. 

It’s silent at first, the kind of silence that stretches on long enough that it gives space for your anxious thoughts to grab hold of your mind, voices louder and louder inside of your head until your chest starts to ache and you feel like you can’t get enough air into your lungs to breathe. Your internal whirlwind makes the storm outside seem like a light drizzle in comparison. You can’t bring yourself to look at her, only imagining the disgust she must be displaying, wondering if she’s putting things together. 

“Are there any girls you’re into?” She asks finally, her soft voice breaking through the violent tidal wave of thoughts pounding in your mind. You don’t respond right away, not until you feel her rough fingers nudge under your chin softly, tilting your head to finally look at her.

You’d expected to find disgust there, rejection painfully obvious across her face just like every other emotion she has. Except it’s not there at all; instead you find something much more delicate. Abby’s eyes are soft, full of something fond and kind. Her brows are still slightly pinched but not in frustration, in concern and hesitation. The look is overwhelming, a response that in every way you had imagined this scenario going, you hadn’t anticipated. Not rejection at all but rather an expression of gentleness, of wanting. It was one you’d seen before, in all the little moments you could feel yourself falling more and more for her, all the times you told yourself you were imagining things. 

“Maybe” You answer finally, barely above a whisper. 

The corners of her lips curl up slightly, her thumb gently brushing across your bottom lip, her eyes glancing down to take in the sight for a moment before she looks back up to meet your eyes again. In the dim light, you can see a flush in her cheeks, and you realize that must mean she can see yours. 

“I think I know who it is,” She says back, leaning in towards you, so close you could nearly touch her, so close the electricity between you is palpable. 

“Do you know why we always get paired together?” She asks, and you can feel her breathing mingles with yours. 

“Cause we make a good team?” You offer, wondering where she’s going with it. Her smile grows then, like your answer was something funny, and she shakes her head softly. 

“We do make a great team,” she emphasizes, “but it’s because when I first saw you, I knew I had to get to know you. So I requested to get paired with you, teach you how things go, and then I did get to know you, and you were…” Her voice trails off, like she’s not sure if she should continue. 

“Tell me, please” You ask, trying and failing to disguise the desperation in your voice. 

“Infuriating, you challenged me in ways no one else had before. It used to drive me crazy, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realized how much I needed it. You remind me that there’s kindness in this world, there are things worth protecting, and things worth caring about. You reminded me of my humanity when I thought I had lost it. I kept asking to be put with you, because I couldn’t fight off how much I needed to be around you, and I think you feel the same way. Do you feel the same way?” 

Your gaze is wide at her confession, like a deer caught in the headlights, you can hardly process what she’s saying but for the first time that day your pounding heart isn’t from fear. 

You nod. 

Before you have time to think about it, Abby is closing the gap between you, her lips crashing into yours. The kiss is desperate and needy. You kiss back with the same fervor, your hands finding their way around her neck as you pull her further into you. Her calloused fingers brush your waist, nudging your shirt up and settling on the softness of your skin, digging in just a bit. When you finally separate your both breathing heavily, lips swollen and pink, and she rests her forehead against yours for a moment before the affectionate smile once again crosses her expression. 

“Do you know how many times I've pictured this moment?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Is that your question for the game?” She teases, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her. 

“No,” you answer back. She raises a brow at you.  “Then what’s your question?”  “Kiss me again?” 

She doesn’t hesitate, leaning back in again, while the sound of the rain outside slowly turns softer, sunlight beginning to peek through the darkness. 

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

Hey, I’m coming off your post you made to clear things up, just wanted to say I’m also a (lesbian? unlabeled please) attending a private Christian college. Twins??

Literally twin core!! Please message me I would love to share experiences

[lemonbbars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ellie williams likes it when you beg. it all started one fateful night—a typical tuesday; you bent over the bathroom counter while she plowed her strap into you from behind, savoring each and every one of the fucked out moans she elicited when she pushed back in. soon enough you hit your high. and that’s when she heard it. a “please, ellie.” falling from your pretty pink lips. she swears she almost came from just that.

the memory practically haunts her, so clear and vivid it’s impossible to ignore. so much so that, every so often, when your nights were long, when she was all alone, she’d slip a shy hand past the elastic band of her boxers and replay the memory; your fucked out face in the mirror, your angelic voice, your lips in the shape of that desperate little word: please.

she makes it her mission to hear it again the next time she’s with you. and she’s relentless. this time she has you on all fours—arms shaking as she pulls out for the millionth time. “fuck-ellieee” you whine in frustration, your orgasm ripped from your grasp once more. “what the fuck?” you could tell she wanted something, but she just wouldn’t tell you what.

then, nothing but an accident really, the magic word finally slips past your lips. “ellie, can you please just fuck me already.” you’re too heady to notice the way her grip on your hips tightened, the way her jaw locked at the sound, so you’re taken by surprise when she grants you your reward of entrance. you moan loud when she pushes back into you without warning, whispering a soft “that’s all you had to say, baby.”

you learn quickly what to say to get what you want, and ellie thinks she might be in heaven. every “ohmygod ellie, please don’t stop” and “please keep going els i’m so close” only sent her further toward her own high, her own moans joining yours in the hot air, just as wanton, voice high and cracking as the pressure in her abdomen built. “yeah, you like that, baby?”’s and “tell me how bad you want it”’s graced your ears with every thrust, making your eyes roll back, your arch deepen.

your orgasm is mind-numbing, and you make sure ellie knows it. your moans leave your lips loud, shameless, tipping ellie over the edge as she fucked you through your high. a broken “f-fuck-” is the last you hear before her hips stutter behind you.

you bring it up once she’s cleaned you up, tucked you both into bed with you nuzzled close to her chest. “i didn’t know my voice was that hot.” you tease. she scoffs, feigning nonchalance though you can sense the subtle shyness. “get over yourself.” “ellie, you came from my voice.” you give a satisfied smile when she rolls her eyes in response, too flustered to think up a quip.

“might just have to start recording shit for you.” this time you don’t miss the shift in ellie’s face, eyebrows raised almost hopefully as if to say ‘seriously?’ “would you actually?” she asks, and you just giggle in response, “maybe,” you say sweetly, reaching up to press a chaste kiss on her nose, “if you say ‘please’.”

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

Uwheheheh

[shop5]

let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

The first photo is from 1956. It shows a Black woman watching members of the Ku Klux Klan (a terrorist, racist, far-right organization focused on white supremacy) walking along a sidewalk in Montgomery, Alabama (USA). I couldn't find the photo's author, but most sources state that it was taken in 1956.

The second photo shows members of the Patriot Front group (a white supremacist and nationalist group, formed in 2017, that openly advocates what they call "American Fascism") traveling on the subway during the 250th anniversary of the U.S. independence in Washington D.C., while a Black woman watches them. The photo is by photographer Cheney Orr, taken on July 4, 2026, 70 years after the first photo.

Via Jurunense

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

I would like to clarify some points regarding my last post. I got comments regarding several things that are important to my mindset.

1. I live in Texas where I grew up religous and didn't even come out till 2 years ago.

2. Where I am at there is pride groups but mostly towards the older gays (which we love) but I have attended a private christian college where our gay club was at threat for being kicked off campus.

3. There is lack of lesbians near me and with my job and mental stuff I have not been able to find lesbians my age that I didn't already know

4. My post was in no way discrediting or invalidating butch/femme. My post was nearly pointing out the lack of representation for any other identities. When you spend so long in the church trying to find where you belong it tends to follow you after you break from it

5. Tumblr has been a space where I can find the people and I have a lot of amazing moots that I regularly talk to and I'm even on discord severs with fellow lesbians.

6. I understand butch/femme identities do no have representation they deserve in online spaces and real life spaces

7. However I just felt like for a big part of my journey as a lesbian it felt like I had to be one or the other and in a sense made me feel less of a lesbian. Yes I know there are mlre but when you struggled with your sexuality for so long its hard.

8. My post was more targeted at fanfiction only promoting butch/femme and sometime in a very unhealthy way.

I hope that clears things up and if you were offended or would like to offer any comments or helpful guidance please feel free to message me

[bitch4dead-fandoms]

With Honey

Vi x afab!Reader

When you’re getting teased by Vi you realize you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

CISMEN MINORS DNI // Cw: Subby Vi, gentle dom reader, implied past bully Vi, begging, clit rubbing (Vi receiving), Vi squirts, tit-sucking (reader receiving)

“I love how you moan for me, sweetheart. Are you trying to tell me something?”

Pink fringe drifts into Violet’s eyes, yet it doesn’t seem to faze her. Nothing would, in her position. Not when the seam of her boxers catches her clit with friction that makes her jolt as you press your finger into it, rubbing in tight and fast circles. Not when you’re holding her so sweetly in your arms, her head buried between your tits as she mouths and licks at them aimlessly. Her clit has swollen so much since you first started, you can feel it through her sticky shorts, and she babbles like she has something to say. She always had something to say, that one.

“Violet…” you coo in her ear, lifting up your tank top to see if she would catch on. She does, immediately gravitating towards your nipples and flicking them with the point of her tongue. You groan, hips grinding upward into your blotchy underwear. “…Vi, baby, you're making me so wet. I wanna see you cum. Can you do that for me?”

Vi nods against your tits, sucking on the nipples now. You watch her saliva drip down the curve of your breasts and your pussy throbs with need. But the show is almost too good to pass up by focusing on yourself.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Who knew you would be so willing for me? With how pissy you were to me all those years, I had no idea all you do while you’re alone is fantasize about me calling you my good, strong girl,” you muse, pretending not to notice Vi’s hips thrusting against your fingers as she starts to fall apart from your words. “That’s it, baby. Oh, you take it so well…”

Vi’s bulky arms hug you tighter, and her pink lashes flutter as her eyes drift backwards into her head. Her dull nails scrape at your back, and you’re already excited to use her cute scratch marks as leverage against her.

“See? All you had to do was let me take care of you, Vi. Just let go, baby- oh, there you go…”

The wet spot on Vi’s boxer shorts grows to cover her entire crotch, all down her legs and front as she squirts upon finishing. She jolts repeatedly, her poor swollen clit still being rubbed through the soaking fabric and she reaches down to hold your hand there.

“Aww, want me to keep going?”

She responds with repeated bucks of her hips and a choked moan, your nipples still in her mouth. You expect her to be grateful for the excuse not to speak. She seems shy enough as it is, and trying to talk her way through this unprecedented trajectory of her day would be a lot to ask for.

So you merely laugh and keep going. It doesn’t take long to work Vi’s overstimulated pussy to another squirting orgasm, her juices soaking the sheets underneath you and her but you can barely focus on your future laundry when she’s moaning so sweetly for you. “So obedient, baby…How about another?”

Your fingers tuck themselves into the front of her ruined boxers and tug them down. She gets the hint immediately and helps you by wiggling out of them. You pull them down her toned thighs and keep them there, enjoying the sight of her cum coating the fabric and her thighs shining with her dew.

You finally get to feel the slickness of Vi’s pussy when you return your fingers to her pearled clit, and she lets out a gentle sigh with the contact of your warm hands. You collect some of the wetness from her entrance and use the slick to continue rubbing her clit.

Vi’s knees struggle to stay apart for you, and you coo sympathetically at her while sliding your thigh closer so she can prop her leg up on yours.

“Fuck, Vi, I was right…you’re so hot when you cum. Just think, you could’a had this a long time ago if you just asked me to fuck you instead of being a bitch all the time.”

Vi groans, and you can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or regret from your statement.

With another burst of fluid, Vi cums again. Without the barrier of her boxers she squirts all over your legs and hers, bucking into it like a feral, drunken monster.

“Still, you want more?” You ask, feigning astonishment.

This time Vi releases your breasts from her mouth with a ‘pop’, saliva making her lips shine beautifully as she looks at you with big puppy dog eyes. “Pleeaase I want more,” she holds your wrist in place again. “Wanna cum s’more.”

“You will, Violet. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Vi smiles almost sleepily, face contorting at the overwhelming pleasure. Not that she had any room to worry. You intend on fingering her into a puddle.

[sapphiclez]

if you’re maga or close to someone who is - hell, if you aren’t adamantly against maga - you really don’t belong in a fandom filled with queer people, women, disabled people and poc.

this comes from seeing a certain sevika writer agreeing with the stupid ‘it’s none of my concern if my friends are maga, we just need to love one another’ bullshit.

this is no longer ‘just political’. it is a complete lack of morals.

thanks.

[dearbaes]

you’re riding subby whiny sevika’s strap

After a long day, anyone would want to unwind, and your favourite way of unwinding is riding your submissive girlfriend’s strap. It’s not a real dick, but the sounds she makes will convince anyone that it’s a real cock.

Every time your cunt makes that filthy squelching sound, clenching around the fat strap—Sevika whines like a poor puppy in heat being denied pleasure.

Every time you fuck yourself on her strap like this, you tie her wrist to the bed post and you’re aware she knows she can easily break out of the restraints but you enjoy the fact that someone much bigger than you plays weak just to watch you do this — your tits bounce with your body, giving Sevika quite the show as you move your tight cunt up and down on her dick.

You use your hand to pinch and roll your nipples. Sevika groans under her breath, silver eyes never leaving your slutty form as you continue to use her for your pleasure.

“Just let me fuck you,” she grumbles.

“No,” you say with a sweet smile, “just lay there and watch me, baby.”

“I don’t wanna…”

“You don’t wanna watch? Would you rather I blindfold you?”

“No!” Her eyes widen in horror as if that’s the cruelest thing she’s ever heard.

You giggle and kiss her right on her nose, slamming your hips down, cunt stretching around the girthy base of the cock.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, lips brushing against hers.

Sevika’s face is so red she can battle a tomato, “you’re so mean…”

“Too bad, tonight this is all you get,” you say, straightening your back as you rode her strap, “thrust with your hips now!”

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

is it me or does it feel like everyone in the lesbian community has to identify as butch or femme? What about those who just exist and don't feel like they belong in either one

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

I say this not to discredit these identities but its hard to find your people when you dont identify as either

[thatredheadloserlesbian]

is it me or does it feel like everyone in the lesbian community has to identify as butch or femme? What about those who just exist and don't feel like they belong in either one

[mailbymillie]

𑣲 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 ‘𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ♡

౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜

── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.

── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex

── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!

discord server.

“You don’t understand.”

You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”

“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.

Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.

“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.

Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”

“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”

“You.”

Her reply pissed you off even more.

“Listen here, you—”

Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.

It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.

“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.

“But I can.”

“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”

Your cheeks went bright red.

“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”

You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.

You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.

But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.

So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—

“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.

Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”

You huffed. She continued on;

“—and it ain’t me.”

“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”

“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.

Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”

You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”

You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.

The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.

Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.

The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.

When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.

Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.

The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.

“Kiddo.” she called.

You didn’t look back.

She sighed. “Sweetheart.”

You stopped walking.

“What do you want?”

Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”

You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”

“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”

Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.

What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.

You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”

“Wait—”

“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”

“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.

Maybe she liked it.

“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms, raising a brow.

Sevika stared.

“Well?”

“Say the magic word.”

“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”

You smiled—slow, almost sensual.

“Good girl.”

You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.

“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”

Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”

“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.

Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.

But it also intrigued her.

It intrigued a big part of her.

The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.

The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.

So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.

The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.

You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”

Sevika looked over at you.

“Other side?”

“Piltover.”

“Oh.”

Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;

“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”

You smiled a little.

“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”

Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.

Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.

“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”

“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”

Sevika went silent.

This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.

Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.

Sevika watched you with amused eyes.

“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.

It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.

“You always say that out loud?”

Sevika blushed.

“No…”

You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.

You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.

“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.

“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.

You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.

“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”

“And who’s stopping me?”

Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.

“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”

She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.

Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”

“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”

Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.

“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”

Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.

Every scar told a story.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.

Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.

“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”

She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.

“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”

Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.

The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.

“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”

You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.

Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.

“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.

“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”

Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.

“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.

You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.

The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.

Being full felt good.

Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”

You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”

She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.

“They’ll come for you, dollface.”

“Sevika…?”

Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.

Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.

“Are you expecting visitors—?”

“No. Don’t come out.”

Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.

“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.

Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.

“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”

You heard a gruff male voice say.

Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”

You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.

You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.

Then you walked out.

“Who’s at the door?”

“Nobody.”

Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.

“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”

“Go back inside.” She snapped.

You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.

You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.

She was fuming.

“I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”

“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.

You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.

Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?

You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.

“Sev?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”

“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”

Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You looked.

“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”

You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”

Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”

Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you gonna do this forever?”

“What?”

“Hiding me from the world?”

Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.

“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”

“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”

“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”

“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”

“Alright, grandma.”

Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.

“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”

You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”

Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.

You rested your head on her chest.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, angel.”

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Big Clit!Abby x Top!Reader

Bottom!Abby — Top!Reader ( proofread )

Contents : Pnp, overstim, teasing, clit fucking, squirting

Abby whimpered beneath you as your thumb kept stroking over her engorged and swollen clit, the reddened bud hardened under your finger as you gently swirled it over and over again.

“Such a pretty girl.” you murmured, eyeing Abigail as she panted, eyes narrowing slightly as her hips twitched in a silent response to your words, muscles rippling beneath her freckled skin as if they had a mind of their own.

“You’re so easy for me.” The words left your lips in a teasing tone as she huffed below you. Leaning down to press a small kiss to the large bud, you switched your fingers from your thumb to your index and middle finger, speeding up your strokes.

Abby gasped, her throat letting out an elongated whine as her eyes watered, legs trembling with every quick rub of her clit. “Fuck, please…” she forced out, eyes searching yours as her toes curled into the bedsheets beneath you.

Your hand grabbed her knee, nudging her legs further apart. Her head lolled to the side as her whole body trembled, quick breaths echoing through the room, chest heaving. Her cunt tightened around nothing, so close to release but not quite there yet. Your fingers caught so easily onto her clit, the movement rough yet so, so pleasurable to her.

Suddenly clear liquid squirted out of her urethra as her back arched, she almost choked on nothing as her body tensed, her squirt covering some of your hand and soaking into the bedsheets.

Quickly after, her orgasm followed along with tears spilling from her eyes, dribbling down her soft cheeks. “Please—” she swallowed another wince, throat bobbing as her pussy finally contracted, creamy goo slowly dripping out of her with every clench and twitch.

“You did so good.” you cooed, hand pulling away from her badly swollen clitoris. The broad woman dropped down from her propped up position, sweaty back sticking to the blanket, eyes fluttering through unshed tears. “Thanks.” she whispered with a small, amused chuckle, head lolling to the side as she exhaled deeply with satisfaction.

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Drabble: Single!mom!Sevika falls in love with you at first sight... and so does her little one Billy.

(I tried a new style with a lot more dialogue than I usually write so lmk waht you think!)

The afternoon sun settled warmly over the park, children racing between swings and climbing frames while parents watched from nearby benches. The scent of freshly cut grass drifted through the air. You'd only come to enjoy a quiet hour with a book.

Instead, someone was staring at you.

She stood near the sandbox, tall enough to stand out even in a crowd. Dark hair swept back, one arm folded across her chest while the other a sleek, mechanical, unmistakably well-engineered prosthetic hung stiffly at her side. A little boy darted circles around her legs, laughing to himself as he searched the ground for...something.

Sevika had broken bones without flinching. Given birth with zero pain meds. But walking over to say hello to you, an attractive stranger?

Impossible.

"You're ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. Her son, Billy, looked up.

"What?"

Sevika shook her head, rubbing a calloused hand overher jaw. "Nothin' kid."

"You talkin' to yourself again mama!"

"...No."

Billy gave her a suspicious look, his little brows wrinkling the exact same way Sevika's do before wandering off again.

She hadn't expected this. One glance across the park, and there you were reading beneath the shade of an old oak tree, smiling faintly at something on the page. Peaceful. Comfortable. The kind of person who made the world seem quieter just by existing.

She'd felt something twist unexpectedly in her chest. Now every attempt to introduce herself dissolved before it reached her mouth.

"Hi." Too short.

"Mind if I sit?" Too forward.

"My name's-" No.

She rubbed the back of her neck. This was pathetic. A 40 year old woman and she couldn't even find the guts to say hi to a prettything like you...

Before she could force herself to move—

"Mama!" Her little boy sprinted past. "...Wait."

It was too late. In the spur of the moment Billy changes direction and he was charging directly toward you with all the unstoppable determination only a six-year-old possessed.

You looked up just in time to see him skid to a stop right in front of you. "Hi!"

"Hello there." You greet the little boy with a friendly, warm smile.

"I got wormies!" Without waiting for permission, he proudly thrust a glass jar into your hands. Inside were several earthworms wriggling happily through damp soil.

"...Those are impressive wormies." You nod with a... hesitant smile.

His grin stretched ear to ear. "I found five!"

"Five?" You rest your arms on your knees, looking at the jar with intent interest.

"And this one's the biggest." He pointed enthusiastically to the fattest worm of the five, wriggling around the jar edge. "I think he's the daddy."

You leaned closer with genuine curiosity. "He could be, looks like it huh?"

"I named him Noodles."

"Excellent name."

From several steps away, Sevika closed her eyes. "I'm going to dissolve into the ground." She muttered and despite her mild annoyance and rising anxiety in her chest... She finally forced herself over.

"Billy." Sevika stood there, imposing as always, arms folded over her chest.

He looked up, his brows farrowing like her with annoyance that his mama had the audacity to interrupt his worm conversation. "What?"

"You don't run up to strangers." She gestures to you- without making eye contact.

"But she's nice! She thinks Noodles is the daddy worm too!" He said it with absolute certainty, that it was a fact you were nice. Not an opinion, not a suggestion. A fact.

You looked between them, noticing how alike the two were. From a mile away you could tell he was her kid. "I hope that's not causing trouble."

Sevika rubbed her greying temple, a habit she really has gotten into since being a mother. "No." A beat passed. Then another. She realized you were waiting. "...Sorry."

"It's okay, I get it."

Sevika sighs, finally meeting your eyes. "He gets excited. Likes to make friends and doesn’t have no sense of stranger danger at all- not that you're a danger or anything..."

"I can see that, he's very sociable, I'm assuming you're not the same way." You give her a small smirk, one that makes Sevika's heart rate pick up a few beats too fast.

Then Billy tugs your sleeve, trying to pull your attention away from his mama. He found you first, you were his new friend first. Wanna see where I found 'em?"

Sevika sighed, rubbing her jaw again. "Buddy."

"What?"

"Give people a chance to answer before dragging them across the park."

"Oh." He cconsideredit, thinking about why he would need to ask, but he agrees anyhow. "...Okay." Billy looked at you again, tugging lightly on your sleeve. If anyone could say no to that face they must be evil. He was too damn cute for his own good. "So... you wanna? We can find new wormies."

"I'd love to."

Sevika knew right then and there that maybe, just maybe she'd fallen in love with you. At first sight? Possibly. But the way you handled Billy and his... enthusiasm so naturally was endearing and she knew if he was to ever have a second mama... she wanted it to be you.

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was previously @pr3ttypunisher until they suspended my account 💔 then i made @pr3ttypunisherr which they shadowbanned so.. i guess third times a charm? you can call me D. any/all pronouns. 26. latina. switch (heavily domme leaning) and i identify as a futch.

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