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Got A Lil Sugar: Chapter 25

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader

Words: 4459

Synopsis: The three of you have a heart-to-heart; and an old face makes a reappearance

Warnings: Emotional distress, talk of: past physical abuse; cancer; relationship trouble; cheating; unprotected sex

“Y/N?” Vi whispered in your ear, tightening her arm around your waist.

The bedroom was dark and quiet, your combined breathing the only sounds. It was late, the middle of the night, a time when you should all have been asleep. You had thoroughly worn out both your girlfriends, the blue-haired of which was sleeping in front of you, recovering from the hours of scissoring, munching, fingering, and strapons.

You sleepily hummed at Vi, not wanting to move your head as it was tucked under Cait’s chin.

“When you were on the phone with your mom that time…” she started, a little hesitantly, “You said she broke your knuckle…?”

You hummed again.

“Which one, baby?”

You moved your left hand from under your head, moving it up from between yours and Cait’s bodies, and back towards Vi. “Middle finger knuckle.”

Vi gently touched your hand, stroking her thumb over the soft skin where your middle finger met your hand. “Here?”

You hummed again, twitching when Vi stroked again.

“I’m sorry, baby, did it hurt?” she asked, her voice etched with concern.

You hummed a ‘no’. “Little ticklish.”

She gently placed a kiss to the skin before taking hold of your hand, resting her arm over you. “Did you like breakfast today?” she enquired quietly.

You gave a gentle bob of your head. “It was really nice. Vander’s nice.”

“I’m glad you like him.”

“He said something this morning.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed.

Vi chuckled softly. “What was it, baby?”

Cait stirred. “Please, both of you…” she grumbled. “It’s late. We’ve had a busy day. And we’ll have another one tomorrow. I love you both, but please, go to sleep.”

You opened your eyes for the first time, looking directly into her frowning face, her eyes still closed. “So, you don’t want to hear about Vander offering to walk me down the aisle?”

“What!” they both cried, instantly awake.

You giggled sleepily. “Yeah. He said if I ever join your marriage, he’d be honoured to walk with me.”

“Is that…” Vi hesitated. “Is that something you’d like?”

“I mean, he’ll have to fight Ambessa over it-”

Cait squeezed you, looking deep into your eyes. “Not the walking, darling.”

You smiled teasingly. “I know.”

A moment passed.

“Well?” Vi asked, a little louder.

You hummed. “That’s not much of a proposal, Vi.”

“Ohhh…” she groaned playfully. “Oh, just you wait, Y/N.”

“We’ll give you the best proposal ever to be made, darling,” Cait vowed.

Vi asked you, “Do you know your ring size?”

Cait put in, “I already have it, Vi.”

“What? How?” you giggled.

“I have my ways, my love.”

Vi nodded behind you. “Good, good. Now, baby – traditional yellow gold? White gold? Silver-?”

“I’m allergic to silver.”

They both nodded.

“Noted,” Cait said quickly. “Platinum? Rose gold?”

“Rose gold? Ew. No – traditional yellow gold, please. And nothing too big! I hate big rings.”

Cait nodded. “The stone?”

“Diamond, obviously. But can you get it ethically sourced? Or even lab grown?”

Vi kissed the back of your head. “Of course we will, baby. Now – the proposal.”

“Nothing in public. Just us. Something small.”

Cait agreed quietly. “Absolutely. What about a wedding?”

“No, no, no,” you tutted playfully. “We’re not engaged yet. No wedding talk until I get that ring.”

Vi chuckled, her bare chest vibrating against your back. “That’s fair.”

“Oh, can I ask something serious?”

“Of course, darling. Shall I turn a lamp on?”

You shook your head. “No, the dark’s nice. And the light will wake us up too much.”

She kissed your forehead. “Alright, sweetheart. What’s your question?”

“Babies.”

You paused, letting the word settle. Neither woman jumped out of bed, pulled away from you, or made a horrified noise, which you took to mean permission to continue.

“How would you both feel about having children? Because I really want to be a mother one day – it doesn’t have to be now! – but we really should discuss this before getting engaged.”

Vi took a deep breath, that sounded pained.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

She tightened her arm around you. “I love you, Y/N.”

Oh..?

Cait scooted somehow even closer to you. “I love you too, Y/N.” She sounded tearful. “So, so much, darling.”

“Should I not have asked? I’m sorry!” you started crying.

But they both shushed you.

“No, no, sweetheart,” Cait cooed, kissing your soft lips. “It’s alright, it’s okay.”

“We do want kids,” Vi nodded against you.

Cait chuckled softly. “We could just never agree on who would carry. And neither of us are comfortable with commercial surrogacy.”

“Plus, the only person we know who we could really ask to carry for us would be Powder-”

“Which, at her age, is a firm ‘no’ for both of us,” Cait added. “She’s far too young. It wouldn’t be fair of us to ask her to do that for some time, if we ever did.”

You nodded slowly, taking everything in. It was hard to believe you were all asleep only ten minutes ago. “So, if I carried…?”

“Would you want to, darling?” Cait asked seriously. “Or do you feel you’d have to?”

You shook your head. “I want to. I want to be pregnant, I want to carry a baby. If I can, obviously.”

Vi held your hand tighter. “Did your oncologist say you wouldn’t be able to?”

You shook your head. “No. The type of treatments I did shouldn’t have affected my fertility.”

Cait bobbed her head. “Good. Good. We can still get everything checked, though, just to be safe.”

Vi squeezed you. “Definitely. We need to know you’ll be okay. We’re not putting your health at risk. One of us will have to just suck it up and pop out a baby for us all!”

“Thank you for volunteering, Violet.”

“Hey!”

You all chuckled together, before settling down.

“So…” you said softly. “Are we…?”

Cait kissed your lips tenderly. “Planning a future together? Yes. We are.”

Vi nuzzled into the back of your head, burying her face in your hair. “You’re not getting rid of us now, Y/N.”

Vi helped you put your coat on as you all started preparing to leave the restaurant after a lunch with your now-extended family. Cait, Ambessa, and Vander were all busy arguing about who would pay the bill – they were all fighting to pay it, and they had all shot down Powder’s suggestion that they just split the bill either equally or into their respective families’ orders.

Vi rolled her eyes and went over to the squabbling trio in an attempt to ease the argument so you could all leave; Ekko and Powder slipped off to the side to take some photos in front of the elegant living wall at the side of the restaurant; leaving you and Mel to head outside.

“Our families are crazy, aren’t they?” you giggled to Mel, as you headed out the front door of one of the fanciest restaurants in the city.

“Well, obviously,” Mel chuckled back, “But…”

She trailed off and stopped dead, her hand almost stuck to the heavy door.

You paused as you looked back at her. “Mel? You okay?”

“Y/N?”

Your heart froze.

Your stomach twisted, nausea rising swiftly within you.

Your eyes started flickering as you looked at Mel, who was looking over your head, her beautiful face torn apart by a vicious glare, true hatred burning in her eyes.

“Y/N, is that you?”

Your body turned without you wanting to, sending you face-to-face with the redhead you’d never thought you’d see again.

“Maddie.”

Your voice sounded dead, numb.

Your ex-girlfriend smiled at you nervously. Her short ginger bob framed her sweet-looking, freckled face; her body in a figure-hugging wrap-dress. Her shoes and shoulder bag more expensive than anything you’d ever seen her with, but distinctly not her preferred style.

“You look nice,” Maddie complimented, sounding hesitant.

You couldn’t control the words that followed. “I’m not dying of cancer, you mean?”

She flinched. “Y-Yes. I take it you’re well again?”

Your head jerked in a nod. “Remission. Almost two years ago. Not that you’d know that.”

Another flinch. “Yes… Um…” Mel stepping forward to stand protectively at your shoulder drew her attention. “Mel. How… How are you?”

“You don’t get to speak to me after what you did,” she snapped coldly.

Maddie swallowed. “Look, I… Y/N, I know we didn’t end well-”

“End well?” you barked. “You abandoned me when I had cancer!”

The restaurant door opened behind you.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

Cait and Vi approached you, standing on your other side to Mel, both their hands touching your arm gently.

Then they froze.

“Cait?” your ex asked. “Vi?”

“Maddie?” they both said in complete surprise.

Your head spun between the three of them. “What? Wait… You all know each other?”

Cait opened her mouth a few times. Vi shifted awkwardly. Maddie wouldn’t look at anyone.

Your stomach twisted again. A pitiful whimper escaped your throat. “No…”

Cait tried to soothe you. “Y/N-”

“When?” you demanded.

None of them answered you.

“When?!” you shouted, uncaring of the attention you were bringing.

They all did a double-take at you; none of them had ever heard you raise your voice like that, except the phone call with your mother weeks ago.

“It ended well-over a year ago,” Vi explained. “Long before we met you.”

“And how long were you… How long, when did it start?”

Cait’s eyes widened; the penny dropped behind her eyes. “Maddie’s your ex, the one who left you.”

You swallowed thickly, forcing down tears. “And she was your last Baby… Wasn’t she?”

Maddie gasped. “Wait, Y/N, are you-?”

“Not anymore,” Vi snapped defensively.

She took a step closer to you…

And you took a step away from everyone.

This couldn’t be happening… This couldn’t be real… The women you loved – the one you were going to marry, and have babies with, and be together forever with – had been with your ex… Probably at the same time as you were with Maddie.

You were trying to breathe, but your lips trembled. You were trying to blink away tears. Your hands shook in front of you, raised in an almost defensive position. “This… This isn’t happening. This isn’t real…” you whimpered.

The restaurant door opened again.

Because of course it would.

Ambessa, Vander, Powder, and Ekko emerged from within, having to step around the scene happening only a few feet in front of the door.

“What has happened?” Ambessa asked, moving around the stand beside Mel. She saw the short redhead. “Oh. I see.”

Maddie visibly curled in on herself.

“Vi?” Vander asked softly, resting his huge hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”

Maddie just cleared her throat delicately, speaking softly, “Y/N, can we talk? I-In private?”

A pained, hysterical laugh burst from your throat, shocking everyone. Your hands trembled in front of your mouth, your eyes leaking tears.

“T-Talk? Talk? You want t-to talk? After what you d-did?! Oh, fuuuck…” you shook.

“Darling-” Cait tried to calm you, but you erupted.

“No! No, no, no!”

Ambessa’s car suddenly pulled up at the kerb, the driver hopping out, ready to open the door.

The lawyer glanced at the car, then took action. She put her warm hand on your back, nudging you towards the car. “Go with Mel.” She waved at Maddie. “You too, girl. Back seat, do not say a word.” When the redhead obediently hurried towards the black SUV after you and Mel, Ambessa looked at Cait and Vi. “I will handle this. She will be safe with me.”

Before they could try to argue or interject, Ambessa turned and strode towards her car, climbing into the front passenger seat.

The car pulled away, and all the Kiramman-Lanes family could do was watch you drive away.

Cait’s and Vi’s stomach twisted.

Hopefully they would see you soon, so they could explain everything. And everything would be okay…

The car drive was agonisingly awkward and silent. Mel helped you calm your breaths until you eased away from the panic attack you’d been bordering on, letting you squeeze her hand as tightly as you could, instead.

The car slowed to a stop.

“We have arrived,” Ambessa announced, reaching for the handle. Her voice was calm, almost eerily so.

The four of you climbed out of the vehicle, Mel keeping her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as she led you forward.

A frown creased Maddie’s brow as she looked up at the skyscraper in front of you all. “Where are we?” she asked timidly, uncertainty creeping in.

“Neutral ground,” was all Ambessa replied.

Maddie hesitated. “It doesn’t look very neutral,” she muttered.

Ambessa’s lips curved faintly. “No,” she said. “It does not. Now, walk.”

The elevator ride up was even more painful than the car ride. The space too small, too quiet; the music playing inside, excessively aggravating.

The numbers ticked up one by one, each number making your pulse jump a little higher.

Maddie shifted in her spot in the corner. “I feel like I’m being kidnapped…”

Ambessa scoffed as she tapped away on her phone with one hand, the other casually tucked into her pocket. “Have any of us unlawfully taken, held, or carried you away, against your will, by force, fraud, or coercion?”

She blinked. “Um… No?”

“Then be quiet.”

“I-I just wanted to talk to Y/N-”

“You will have the opportunity to speak. It seems you have rather a lot of explaining to do, Madeleine.”

“I-It’s just Maddie-”

“Your birth certificate is listed as Madeleine.”

The redhead recoiled. “How… How have you seen my birth certificate?”

But an amused Ambessa just shook her head, a small smirk on her painted lips. 

Maddie went quiet, ducking her head.

The lift doors opened.

The reception desk sat in front of the Medarda golden logo for the company; a woman behind the expensive wood already looking up as you all approached.

“Welcome back, Ms Medarda—” she greeted, standing.

“Clear my afternoon,” was the only thing the tall woman said, leading the three of you around a corner and down the corridor towards her office.

“Yes, ma’am!” She immediately set to work, tapping away on her keyboard, lifting her phone’s handset to her ear.

When you were all in Ambessa’s office, the lawyer closed the heavy wooden door behind her. Your heart was pounding in your chest; Mel still had her arm tightly around your shoulders; and Maddie looked almost nauseated.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she said quietly. “I-I was meeting someone for lunch.”

“One of your clients, I imagine.” Ambessa nodded, slipping off her tailored jacket, and hanging it across the back of her leather office chair. “I am sure you can make your excuses.”

Maddie blushed.

You looked back at her. “You’re a Sugar Baby?” There was no judgement in your voice; you only wanted answers.

Suddenly her out-of-character outfit made more sense – she was dressed for her client’s preferences, not her own style.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“How long have you done this?” you asked, crossing your arms protectively around yourself, but stepping out from under Mel’s arm.

You needed to do this yourself.

Maddie hesitated. “A-A few years.”

Your brow twitched into a frown. “You hesitated.”

“No, I-”

“Yes, you did. How long have you been a Baby?”

She paused for a breath, obviously trying to come up with an answer.

You snapped at her, “You said you wanted to talk, Maddie. So, talk. Were you a Baby when we were dating?”

“Yes,” she answered quickly, ducking her head. “Yes, I was.”

You’d already suspected such a thing since the restaurant. It still hurt, though. You let out a breath. “When did it start? When we were dating; before we were dating…?”

“Before,” Maddie replied.

You nodded through the pain. “Was it… Was it full service? Just online? Just dates?”

She swallowed. “Full service.”

You swallowed the stone in your throat. “When we were together?”

“Yes.”

You bobbed anxiously, pointing a finger at her accusingly. “You never told me that. You never told me you were sleeping with other people whilst we were together. I thought we were monogamous! And you were out there having sex with random people?! How many?!”

Ambessa not-so-discreetly picked up her desk phone’s handset, tapping a few numbers as she held it to her ear. “Ambessa Medarda here. I need an urgent appointment with Doctor Reveck, for today; it is not optional.”

You shuddered uncontrollably, groaning in disgust.

“I’m clean!” Maddie cried defensively. “I’ve never had anything!”

Ambessa tilted the received away from her mouth, cutting across sharply, “You have proven yourself untrustworthy, Madeleine. Y/N will be receiving every test available, and if a single result comes back positive, you will need to seek out legal representation.”

“Cait and Vi…” you said softly.

“I will advise them to get tested too,” Ambessa nodded. She returned to her call. “Yes. … Yes, we will be there in an hour.” She put the phone down.

You groaned. “Fuck!”

Mel blinked. “Wait, angel… You didn’t get tested before your first time with them?”

You scrubbed your eyes. “I didn’t think I had to; she was the last person I was with!” you gestured accusatorily at Maddie.

Your friend gawked. “Y/N! You always need to get tested!”

“Well, it’s not relevant now, is it?!”

“Girls,” Ambessa said firmly. “Calm yourselves down. Agitation will not help the situation.”

You looked back at Maddie. “So, full service. Just women?”

She winced. “Men too.”

That honestly surprised you, knowing her sexuality. But a thought pushed aside your sympathy. “What if you’d gotten pregnant?”

Maddie shifted. “I would have taken care of it.”

You were briefly flummoxed. “How would you have explained that to me, though? You would’ve been bleeding and in pain for weeks – how would you have explained that?”

Ambessa spoke up from her spot of leaning against her desk. “I think we are focusing on the wrong subject, Y/N. If you would like, I can-”

You burst out, “Mom, this isn’t a courtroom; she’s not your witness to cross-examine!”

“I do feel like I’m being interrogated,” Maddie mumbled.

Your head snapped back to her. “So, you were fucking men and women whilst we were together – what were you doing with the money? Because you made out like you were a struggling college student, just like me. We budgeted together; we ate buttered noodles together; neither of us had treats or luxuries.”

Maddie’s fingers started wringing together. “Well, I paid my half of everything, but I put the rest in savings.”

Mel asked, “What about gifts from your clients? Clothes you would need for dates? Not many Sugars would tolerate $20 dresses and cheap shoes if they’re paying hundreds or thousands of dollars for your company.”

“I had a storage locker. I’d keep everything that I wouldn’t be able to explain, in there.”

“Were you even at school?” you asked, struggling to make sense of things. “How did you have the time to go to classes, study and do homework, be with me, and also go on dates? I never noticed anything off with you.”

“No, no, I was doing classes,” she clarified. “I graduated this summer, too.”

“Bully for you,” Mel snarked sarcastically.

“I just wasn’t doing any of the extracurricular things I said I was,” she admitted. “I-I wasn’t in art class, or archery, or study club. Those were the times I was on dates or doing photoshoots in the locker.”

“Shoots in your storage locker?” Mel asked incredulously. Her professional side was offended on the girl’s clients’ behalf, imagining the shoddy photos and crappy videos they must have paid for.

Maddie explained defensively, “I got a big one! And I made one end of it look like a bedroom! I had ring lights and everything!”

She rolled her eyes. “Wow, a true professional,” she snarked.

“Girls, once again, we are straying off topic,” Ambessa guided.

You nodded, bracing yourself to ask the question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to. “What about Cait and Vi? How did it start with them?”

Maddie nodded back at you, equally preparing herself. “We met on an app. They messaged me, looking for a Baby to share.”

“When?”

“A few months after your diagnosis. They were just regular clients, to begin with. But they asked for exclusivity a couple of months after we met.”

Mel held in a comment. 

You scoffed a little, your eyes starting to tear up. “So, whilst I was literally fighting for my life, you were just swanning off on dates with Cait and Vi? Getting pampered and spoiled, whilst I was curled up on the bathroom floor, puking my guts up all day from treatment, shivering from pain, my veins burning from chemo? I thought you were going to classes, to get your degree so we could have a life together!”

“I was still going to classes! I just… I was also going on dates.”

You dabbed away your tears, desperately not wanting her to see you cry.

“It wasn’t emotional, Y/N; it was a job. It wasn’t like I was in love with them.”

You snapped, “No, you just liked Cait more and tried to drive a wedge between her and Vi.”

All three of them looked at you with wide eyes, shocked by your accusation.

Maddie flinched back from you. “What? How-?”

“They told me, Maddie. Their last Baby – you – started to like Cait more, and stopped wanting to spend time with Vi. Is that why it ended?”

She shifted uncomfortably. “Um, yeah,” she relented. “Yes, that was how it ended. They said I wasn’t the right fit for them.”

“Well, you’re a Top too, so…”

You trailed off, then gasped.

“Oh, gods, what now?” Mel asked rhetorically.

“You’re the reason Cait doesn’t like to be strapped!”

Mel groaned aloud; even Ambessa shifted minutely.

Maddie blinked. “You’ve tried strapping? I thought you were a bottom?”

“I am! But I was drunk once and asked if I could try, and Cait was really cagey about it. It’s because of you, isn’t it?”

She shrugged awkwardly. “I wanted to Top from time to time.”

Ambessa called, “Ladies, once again, off topic.”

You shook your head. “Do you have any idea how much you hurt them both? Especially Vi. The first time I asked her on a solo date, it was like she couldn’t believe I would want to spend one-on-one time with her!”

The redhead didn’t say anything for a few seconds. She blinked at you, her brow furrowing. “You’re in love with them,” she accused.

“We’re together,” you snapped back defensively.

“They’re probably planning a wedding and babies by now,” Mel joked humourlessly. Then she saw your face “Fuck. You are, aren’t you?”

“So what if we are?” you barked.

Mel raised her brows at your tone. “Calm down, Y/N. Just let me know the theme and colours – I’m still going to be your Maid of Honour. But wait a bit before getting pregnant; I’m not ready for Auntie duties yet.”

Ambessa rolled her eyes. “Girls…”

You turned back to Maddie. “Did you break up with me for them? Or was it just the fact that I was dying of cancer?”

She flinched, shifting between her feet. “They were easy.”

You blinked. “Easy?”

She nodded. “It was simple with them. There were no… Complications.”

There was a tense moment. The air hung heavy between you all.

You winced. “And there were complications with me. I was complicated.”

“I didn’t want to look after you anymore!” Maddie admitted in a cry.

The whole room turned cold and angry; even Ambessa had to grip the edge of her desk harder.

“I was 21, Y/N! I wanted to live my life! I had parties to go to, and dates to be on, fun to have! And you were so sick, all the time.”

“I was dying!” you screamed. “I had a 50-50 chance, the whole time! For two years – two fucking years, I fought for my life! And it could come back any moment! For the rest of my life, I will forever have this hanging over me, like-like a Sword of Damocles! I’ll spend the rest of my life knowing it could come back and kill me, but sure, please go on about how my cancer was hard for you!”

“You were constantly throwing up,” she cringed. “And you had that… That thing in your chest-”

You balked. “My chemo port?”

“It was sticking out of you the whole time! It was gross, and weird, and I hated looking at it. You were constantly going to appointments, and needing help with stuff!”

You glared at her. “What, when I asked you to help me shower a handful of times, because I was too weak to stand from the fucking chemo I was on?”

“I-I couldn’t take it, Y/N! I couldn’t take it anymore!”

“So why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t you at least warn me you wanted to break up? You abandoned me the day I got home from major surgery! You acted like nothing was wrong, the whole time; then you packed your bags whilst I was in the hospital. You let me believe I was coming home to you, and you were going to look after me and help me get better! I had to move in with Mel for months afterwards because I was too weak to be on my own! And I had to move out of that apartment, too. You know the one: the one you illegally took your name off and left me shafted with, knowing I wouldn’t be able to pay the rent because I couldn’t fucking work and my disability allowance was absolutely dog-shit?”

You pointed to Ambessa. “She wanted to take you to court, you know?”

Maddie paled.

“The only reason you did not get sued into oblivion-”

“Or face up to six months in prison,” Ambessa added.

“-Was because I told her not to. Was because I couldn’t face a legal battle on top of everything else I was already fucking going through.”

Your eyes started to leak tears; you didn’t bother wiping them away this time.

“You…” You had to inhale slowly as your heart started to pound. “Do you have any idea how badly I struggled after you left? Do you care?”

“I-I always cared about you, Y/N-”

“Just not enough to not abandon me whilst I was dying,” you snapped.

In the end, you shook your head. “Is there anything else you want to say?”

Maddie floundered for a moment. “I…” She swallowed thickly. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

Ambessa straightened up. “Then you can leave. The three of us have an appointment to get to.”

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Her Hired Hands

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

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

word count: ~ 2k words

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“You’re hired.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You followed her into the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mira.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She asleep?”

“Mhm…”

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

You glanced a little.

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

“She likes you.”

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

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

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

“You look… you look pretty.”

“What?”

“Tired!— I said tired.”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe… One or two.”

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

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

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

“It’s okay… look at me.”

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

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

“Says who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, “make me.”

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

“Fuck! Sevika!” You moaned her name.

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

“I work for you.”

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

“You. It’s you who calls the shots.”

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

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

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

[sevikaloveerr]

shy!reader x vi ˎˊ˗

“baby, you feeling okay?” vi whispered into your ear, her arm snaking around your waist. you looked up at her, nodding silently. vi knew how shy you could get, especially in a setting like this. you were at the park, having a picnic with some of vi’s friends. you had met some of them before, sure, yet you didn’t know them enough to feel comfortable around them. thankfully, her friends were distracted with a game of uno, Jayce laughing as he places a plus four card on the deck towards Mel. you reached out for vi’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. vi gave you a soft smile, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

as the day went on, vi could see how quiet you were being. she didn’t like it, not one bit. she wanted you to be comfortable, and it was clear you weren’t. she lifted your hand up, pressing a loving kiss to her knuckles. “honey,” she called, pulling her hand away to cup your cheek. “yeah..?” you asked, slowly leaning into her hand. “wanna get out of here? we can eat something other than these strawberries and maybe watch something.” your eyes lit up as you eagerly nodded. “yeah!”

walking into the apartment, vi took off her leather jacket and hung it up. you trailed in behind her, looking down at your intertwined hands. “what’re we gonna eat?” you asked, your thumb rubbing soothing circles against vi’s knuckles. “whatever you want, doll.” vi leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

after eating a delicious sandwich vi made, you both settled down in bed. vi turned on the tv, putting on the show you’d been watching together for the past week. she tugged you closer, making your head rest on your chest. she began to stroke your hair, watching as your eyes got droopier. vi let out a small chuckle, turning the tv off so you wouldnt miss a single thing. “i love you, baby. just get some rest.”

[bubalicious69]

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

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

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

While you’re pregnant:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When your baby girls are here:

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

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

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

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

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

•She can and DOES hold the girls like a football or sandwich.

•absolutely ADORES the newborn scrunch, you both race eachother to the babies room. “Let me do it LET MEEE” Sevika whines like a little kid. She looks so proud of herself when the teeny body scruuuunchesss into a stretch. Sevika’s litters kisses on her baby’s chubby cheeks, then going in for a deep snort of their scalp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nebulamor]

BITCH & BUTCH

The teaser.

SYNOPSIS -- Violet Vanderson might just be the most annoying person ever. With her being your high school’s popular punk, and you being Regina George’s reincarnate… to put it simply, the two of you did not get along. Starting from throwing paper balls at each other’s heads to get a rise out of each other, to “accidentally” pushing each other in hallways, the two of you are known schoolwide to be each other’s least favorite person. And it doesn’t help how you guys constantly run into each other, even outside of school! But to you, the most aggravating part is how your heart flutters every time your skin makes contact with hers. Wait…what?!

A/N -- Bonjourrrrr…..here’s the teaser for the one shot ive been planning for 36 years. I hope it pleases u!!!!!!!!

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[1nf1in1ty]

Ellie doesn’t take shit anymore. All of your back talk, bad mouthing, and the one thing she hated the most. Your flirting. You’d go around, kick rocks with the ugly neighbor, and then go wink at Cat as she walked past.

What the fuck? Was Ellie invisible or something? She definitely felt like it. You’d do it straight in her face and prance off like bambi in the woods with that stupid smile on your face.

If having to pound you into her dirty mattress would be effective then she’d do it. Hell, she’d take you outside and fuck you into the dirt if she wants. But, she has a little more self respect than that. Just a bit.

Her back was starting to hurt. You’ve both been at this for a while. One of Ellie’s ragged hands wrapped around your throat applying soft pressure while her pelvis hit the skin of your ass as hard as she possibly could.

Your knees digging into the bed sheets below. Ellie’s too. though, her frame a few inches larger than yours from behind. She’s fucking that pink strap into your cunt as deep as she could.

The pink color disappeared to only come back out with white cream circled at the bottom. A nice ring she’ll make you clean later.

Nothing would get her to stop. Not even your shitty pleas. “Mmn.. f..fuck. Ellie.. please.” “Shut the fuck up.” And you do. You don’t want to piss her off anymore than she already is.

The base of the strap rubbed against her own clit. Getting off to this just as much as you were. It made her hot in the head. Messy strands of brown hair sticking to her forehead. Making Ellie look hotter than she already does.

Grunts and groans coming from her with each hard thrust forward of her hips. Her fingers tightening around the skin of your throat. Her pointer finger sliding up and down the bone she felt there. It made you cringe.

“I should pull out. Make you eat my pussy and keep you needy.” And, yeah. She really was thinking about it. Why did you deserve to cum?

“Yeah.. fuck you.” She unwrapped her hand from your throat to push you down to the bed. Flat on your stomach. So fast you swear you got whiplash.

She pulled out of your sopping cunt. Unbuckling the strap to toss it to the side. “Make me cum, bitch.”

[lesmerri]

T R I C K O R T R E A T

Fratboy!Vi x Reader ・ More Fratboy!Vi here !

SUMMARY: You and Vi leave the halloween party early to go to upstairs to her room in the frat house for some time together.

CONTENTS: Nsfw, mdni, strap on’s, backshots, making out, you’re both a little tipsy, vi in halloween makeup, overstimulation, strap riding, multiple position changes, oral sex, strap referred to as a dick, excessive use of the word fuck it just happened, Vi art by gabsyartsy on x !!

W/C: 3.4k

The party is in full swing.

Red cups stacked on the fold out tables along the wall, crumped ones littering the floor below it. Music blasting through the speaker propped up in the corner next to the tv, hidden by the crowd of bodies lingering around it.

A few covered in fake blood and neon paint as the purge, some dressed as clowns or murderers holding fake axes that will inevitably end up lost under a table, you even saw a couple of girls dressed as fancy pirates.

Vi was lounging next to you, cup in hand, arm lazily slung over the back of the couch behind you. Her face lathered in skeleton face paint that she had slightly sweated off. Eyes covered in a dark black around them, paint that covered the end of her nose and cheeks also. She hadn’t bothered much with an outfit. Only clad in a baggy dark shirt and jeans with her boxers poking out the top. Her forearms covered in makeshift bandages that traveled up the bottom of her hands.

You were matching. Mostly. Having spent time sitting at the mirror in your bathroom, meticulously applying the makeup on your face until it looked good enough to show in public. A more fitted shirt than Vi but still following her colourless colour scheme she had going on for this particular night.

Vi had been waiting for you to arrive. Lingering by the door with a drink in her hand, sliding her arm around your waist and bringing you in for a kiss the second you crossed the threshold leaving you breathless as always and rolling your eyes at the few wolf whistles you both got from the crowd.

You were used to them by now.

You both had planned to stay a good while. It was at the frat house after all. Except by the time an hour had passed, at least 4 drinks each had been gone through, Vi had that look in her eye. The one that made her look as if she was seconds away from pouncing on you and devouring you. Crowd or no crowd.

The black paint on her lips was already faded and cracked from continuously leaning forward to kiss you, hands sliding under the bottom of your shirt without fail.

It left you pushing her away more times than you could count despite wanting to let her have you right then and there. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t made out or gone further on the couch before, other people be damned, but it was a full house tonight.

You give her about five seconds to have you before pulling your lips away, leaving her panting and nuzzling against your jaw to try and get you back but you held on. For about twenty minutes that is.

Just enough time to have at least greeted most of the people you knew and to have shown your face before you grabbed Vi’s hand, taking it away from your jaw to hold and move to the edge of the couch. “Upstairs.”

Vi smirked. She wasted no time in dragging you through the crowd, dodging the mess on the stairs and running down the hallway to her room.

Her room was a mess to say the least. It was most of the time. Clothes dumped in one corner, empty cans on the bedside table, some college books thrown on the desk. The window was partially open letting the loud music from downstairs come through it now that the closed door had it muffled, but the distinct smell of your girlfriend still lingered in the room.

Even stronger now as she pushed you up against the back of her door, loose band posters hitting your bare skin as her hands shoved their way under your shirt to pull it off your body before grabbing your hips to pull you flush against her body.

You moaned into the kiss as her lips connected with yours. Rough and desperate after being forced to wait all night despite it only being an hour to an hour and a half at most.

Vi’s hands fiddle with the clasp of your bra before undoing it and letting it fall off your body to the floor, kicking it away as her lips strayed from yours and down your jaw to suck light marks into the soft skin of your neck. Her makeup smudging around her mouth but still stark against her skin.

You groaned as her leg shoved its way between your own, your head falling back against the door with a moan as you felt the distinct hard feeling through her baggy jeans. She didn’t exactly tell you she had the strap on. It was a surprise, a nice surprise definitely.

You now understand why she was so eager to leave and come upstairs with you.

“Fuck, Vi…” You breathe out, you mind going back to all the times she’d used it on you since she bought it. Nervous but extremely eager to use it on you until she was the one begging to fuck you harder.

Skipping classes to stay back in the empty frat house, bent over the kitchen counter as her nails dug into your hips. Skin slapping against skin as she bottomed out inside you, her hand coming down leaving an array of handprints over your ass.

Bouncing up and down on it in her bed on the weekends, going for it as long as you both could until your cunt was aching and clenching around the silicone as your nails scratched marks down her back.

Even the time Vi bought a double ended dildo, bracing your hands on her thighs and sinking back onto it. Sliding it deeper every time you both moved until she was whimpering beneath you, her hips rutting up against your own as slick pooled between the both of you.

And tonight, she had wore it to the party meaning she’d planned something. Your cunt ached at the thought, already wet just from her lips trailing against your skin and her knee between your thighs.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” Vi breathes out, kissing down your chest until she makes it to your breasts, licking a stripe over one of your hardening nipples before sucking it into her mouth with a pleased groan.

Your breath hitches as she switches between your breasts, leaving a trail of wet hickeys across your skin before her hand starts fiddling with the button of your jeans.

“Vi,” You gasp out, your hands coming up to thread through her short hair and pull at the small hairs at the bottom of her neck as she continues to suck on your nipple sending jolts of pleasure straight to your aching clit.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Vi pushes your jeans and underwear down your thighs, letting them rest there as she pulls away from your nipple to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach slowly dropping to her knees. She leaves a soft kiss just above your pubic bone, her breath fanning against your skin.

She looks up at you with hazy eyes, still shadowed with the dark makeup around them. She only breaks her gaze when she moves down to lather kisses on your inner thighs.

You huff in slight impatience. Vi had been impatient since she saw you at the party and now chooses to drag it out?

Vi chuckles against your thigh, her teeth grazing the skin before sucking the soft flesh into her mouth until she’s sure it’s gonna leave a mark.

She’s always had a thing for marking you.

Seeing light bruises peaking out of your shirt collar, watching you sit at her desk and cake your skin in makeup to cover the marks you knew would for sure gain you a judging look from one of the college professors.

Vi runs her hands over your thighs slowly, her fingers digging into them as she makes her way up. She’s purposely avoiding your pussy, knowing it’ll drive you crazy. It always does. It just makes it all the better when she’s pounding into your needy cunt later.

“Vi,” You warn, ready to just grab her and pull her forward as she inches closer. You watch her smirk against your skin, infuriating, before she finally dives forward to lick a long strip from your leaking hole to your clit.

Vi groans as she finally gets a taste of you, she could never hold out for very long once she finally had you to herself. “So fuckin’ sweet.” She murmurs, looking up at you from between your legs as her tongue lapping at your folds. Eyes fluttering closed like she’s in heaven, which to her she is.

Her hand digs into your thigh to pull it up and over her shoulder to give her better access, her tongue flicking over your clit before sucking it into her mouth.

Vi eats you out like she’s starving, her spare hand coming up to tease two fingers against your dripping hole. Teasing you with the tips of her fingers sliding in just to hear your head thump back against the door with a breathy moan leaving your lips before she slides one in.

“Fuck,” You moan softly as she pumps her finger in and out of your cunt, your eyes closing as her tongue expertly flicks over your clit again. Your fingers curl into her hair, hips pushing forward in an attempt to get more.

Vi grunts against you as your hands tug on her hair, sucking and licking your clit harder as she slides a second finger into you. Scissoring them inside you and curling them just right until she can hear your moans over the muffled music coming from downstairs.

Without warning, Vi pulls her fingers out of you, your juices covering her chin and smearing her makeup as she stands up looking at you with blown pupils.

“Vi, what…” You head drops down from where it was leaning against the door, your cunt aching from the suddenly stop. You look up at her with desperate eyes.

“I need to be in you, please baby.” Vi begs, her hand frantically unbuttoning her jeans to shove them off leaving them in just her tight boxers and her strap hanging heavy between her legs.

You watch her with your mouth half open, trying to get your bearings from the sudden edge you were pulled back from before nodding your head. “Yeah, yes fuck please.” You pant, shoving your own jeans and underwear fully off your legs and to the floor, your cunt already clenching at the thought of her inside you again.

Vi hooks her arms under your thighs suddenly, hefting you up into her strong arms making you fling your own around her neck with a laugh to not fall. The room spinning slightly due to the drinks you had downstairs.

She drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, sheets messy due to never being made half the time. You push yourself up with a hand behind you before leaning forward to grab her strap, licking up the underside before sucking the tip into your mouth.

Vi’s hand hovers over your hair as she watches you take it in awe, your head bobbing up and down the sleek black shaft. She pulls your head back, running her thumb over your lips wet lips before leaning down to bring you into a rough kiss.

“Want you to ride me,” Vi breathes against your mouth. “Wanna see you fuck yourself on my dick until you’re screaming my name.” She bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

She pushes you back on the bed, climbing onto it next to you and grabbing your hips to pull you over her. Your legs straddle her hips, hands gripping her strong thighs for balance as you face away from her. She spits on her fingers and lathers it over the strap, not that you need it with how wet you are. She teases it through your folds, letting it slide up and bump against your clit.

You whimper as twitches of pleasure spark every time it nudges against your swollen bud, your hips moving to grind against the strap to slip it inside.

“Impatient aren’t you?” Vi chuckles lowly, using her other hand to spread your cheeks and finally line it up with your dripping hole, letting the tip catch on before letting go to grab your hips and sink you down on it.

A loud moan leaves you mouth as the strap slowly sinks inside of you. The burn from the stretch only adding to the almost addicting pleasure it gives you. Your nails dig into her thighs as you push yourself up before sliding back down.

“Fuck that’s it.” Vi groans, one of her hands leaving your hips to come down on your ass with a sharp smack before squeezing the cheek in her hand. The sight of you on top of her, hair all messy, back arched as fuck yourself on her dick, the wet slap every time you take it all the way. It’s intoxicating. And so goddamn hot.

“Bounce on it like a good girl,” She commands, thrusting up into you with each snap of her hips coming down against hers. The strap hits your spot perfectly with each thrust, making your eyes roll back as moans get punched out of you with each thrust.

One of your hands leaves Vi’s thigh to push your hair away from your face as you bounce on her dick, lewd noises leaving your mouth with every wet slap heard over the pounding music.

“God, look at you.” Vi huffs, her hand grabbing your ass to help you bounce on it. Her thumb moves to trace your soaked hole, stretched and leaking around her dick. “Fuckin’ angelic. C’mere.”

Vi lifts you off the strap making you groan at the sudden emptiness, she gets up onto her knees behind you and pushes you face down into the mattress. Grabbing the strap, she pushes it back into your tight cunt, the slide easy now that you’re completely drenched. Her hand grips your hip tightly as she starts thrusting into you and finding her own rhythm, her other grabbing your hair in her hand to pull your head to the side. She wants to see you.

You let out a choked out moan as Vi’s hips slap into your ass with every hard thrust, fists clenching the sheets as you push back against her.

“So good Vi, don’t—don’t stop…” You stutter out between moans, your eyes fluttering closed as your chest presses into the mattress, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets.

“Not planning on it,” Vi pants, adjusting her angle slightly until cries of pleasure are punched out of you with every thrust she makes. The base rubbing against her clit just right through her damp boxers.

Vi leans over you as she starts to really pound into you, letting go of your hair to prop herself up on her elbow and pulling you flush against her body. Her hot breath fans over the back of your neck with every deep thrust.

“I’ve got you baby,” Vi mumbles into your ear, her hand sliding from your hips to find your aching clit. She starts rubbing it in tight circles as she continues to fuck you hard and deep. Her head drops down to rest against yours, her own clit throbbing with every grind against the base.

The room fills with the wet, slapping sounds of Vi’s thrusts and your desperate moans and whimpers echoing through the room. The music from downstairs completely drowned out by the sound.

Your legs start to shake, your sopping cunt clenching around the strap as you feel your orgasm start to build up inside you with each wet circle of Vi’s fingers on your swollen clit.

Vi feels your cunt tightening around the strap, your walls starting to spasm with each deep thrust she makes. She knows you’re close, can hear it in your breathy moans that fill up the room every time you’re about to come and feels it in the way your cunt is grasping at her dick like a vise.

“Come on baby,” Vi whispers into your ear, her fingers moving faster against your clit it make up for her hips faltering every time she bottoms out, resisting the urge to grind into the friction against her clit until you’ve come. “I’ve got you, just let go f’me.”

You come with a loud cry, your back arching sharply as your cunt convulses around the strap, milking it desperately as Vi keeps thrusting through your orgasm drawing it out with each hard snap of her hips.

Your cunt flutters around the strap as she keeps her relentless rhythm. Vi, losing whatever restraint she had left, grips your hip hard enough to bruise as she continues thrusting into you erratically. Her clit rubbing against her soaked boxers, the base hitting against it against and again.

“Vi Vi Vi,” You chant her name you moan into the sheets. Your cunt clenching around the strap, sensitive and overwhelmed as she keeps pounding into you. Your hand comes up behind you, pushing at her hips lightly to get her to slow down.

“So ngh so fuckin’ good baby,” Vi pants against the back of your neck, the base rubbing deliciously against her clit the harder she thrusts into you, her hips grinding desperately against it. “Just hold on a little longer, fuck I’m so close.” She grabs your hand, linking it with hers to hold it against your lower back.

Desperate breathy moans leave her mouth as grinds into you, using your body to chase her own release. Your moans turn needy and encouraging despite your overstimulated pussy aching, loving how desperate she sounds behind you.

“Yeah? You like that baby?” Vi pants, her thrusts turning shallow and fast, chasing her high. Her clit throbbing against the base, so fucking close. “You like how I’m usin’ your cunt to get off?” Her fingers dig into your hip painfully.

“Mhm,” You whimper, pushing your ass back against her, your sensitive cunt spasming around the strap as she hits your spot again with each slap of her hips. Your legs shaking under the strain.

With a choked moan, Vi buries herself deep inside you, her hips grinding against yours shallowly as she comes. Her cunt leaks into her boxers, clenching around nothing as she tenses above you. She thrusts into you slowly now, riding it out as she peppers the top of your back with sloppy open-mouthed kisses.

Vi holds you close as she catches her breath, her strap still buried deep inside you. Her thrusts becoming lazy as she kisses down your spine.

The strap is soaked. Coated in your slick and cum, collecting around the base with every thrust. Your inner thighs soaked. The smell of sex lingering heavy in the air.

She pulls out slowly once her muscles have stopped twitching, making you groan at the feeling of it scraping against your sensitive walls. You feel empty instantly, your cunt clenching around nothing, still throbbing and swollen.

She unstraps it as you catch your breath, still sprawled out beneath her. She throws it on the floor, letting it land next to the pile of your clothes. She’ll clean it later, preferably when the house isn’t still full of people still drinking and partying.

Vi collapses next to you on the bed, throwing her arm over your waist to pull you close, smearing the wetness collected on your thighs across her own but she’s no better. Her boxers soaked through and uncomfortable against her still throbbing cunt.

She presses a kiss to your sweaty temple making you hum in content, her fingers tracing patterns across your back as she just lays there with you. The only sound in the room being both of your heavy breathing and the music still coming from downstairs.

You don’t go back down to the party. Neither of you being bothered to redo the makeup that’s half faded from your faces or get back into your clothes.

Instead you spend the night together. After cleaning up and sharing whatever can Vi has left in the mini fridge in the corner before drifting off as the noise finally starts to calm down.

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bodyguard!sevika x pop/rock/rap star!reader makes me drool 🤤 wld you mind doing a short oneshot with this premise?? i don't mind too much about the actual plot. pwp is cool, or a little story is awesome too! ty in advance!

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warnings: mommy kink, mirror sex, exhibitionism (not really), degrading praise??, ONE pussy slap

“fuckk you taste soooo good.” sevika’s tongue teased your hole, and her lips kissed all over, practically making out with your wet pussy. her big hands gripped your thighs roughly, certain to leave bruises that you’d have to cover from fans.

“ughn yesyesyes please right there!” you moaned loudly when her tongue pistoned in and out of your dripping hole, reaching for anything to keep you still.

the private backstage dressing room was solely illuminated by the vanity lights behind you, makeup still scattered around you. your post-show butter yellow tank and matching booty shorts were tossed somewhere in the room, along with your arousal-soiled panties. how you ended up getting fucked by your bodyguard? that’s not important.

sevika’s tongue licked strips up and down your heat, her nose brushing the underside of your clit. you clenched down on nothing and closed your legs involuntarily around her head, but her strong hands pulled them farther apart.

she looked up at you with a piercing gaze and slowly purred, “keep your legs open for me, baby.” she looked drunk off of you, like she would live between your legs if she could. you meekly nodded at her instruction, but that wasn’t enough for her.

SMACK

her hand collided with your heat, and you cried out. sharp jolts of pain and pleasure surged through you. “i didn’t hear an answer. do you understand?” sevika grunted. 

your whimpered, “yes.”

a wide grin spread across sevika’s face. “goood girl.” she dove back between your legs, feeling like her tongue was spelling your name. suddenly, you felt two thick fingers circling your hole. your breath hitched, and you clenched around nothing, making sevika groan into your core. she looked up with her puppy eyes and murmured into you, “is this ok?” her mouth and nose were coated with your slick, and her pupils were blown. you swear you could come just from looking at her. you breathlessly nodded, subconsciously grinding in the air. soon, her flesh fingers sank into you, thrusting shallowly to stretch you out. she maneuvered your legs to hook over her shoulders, and you watched her with low-hooded eyes. 

she curled her muscular biceps to thrust deeper, her brows furrowed and swollen lips leaving kisses along your labia, though her eyes never left yours. you whimpered and clenched again. you were used to multiple eyes on you; hell, you loved the attention from your fans. but sevika’s gaze felt different. it felt personal, sensual, like you were the only one in the room. it was the only one that could make you nervous.

her fingers curled in you, grazing your g-spot with every plunge. her mouth made its way back to your now-swollen bud, and left wet pecks on it before sucking. you cried out, and your eyes squeezed shut. fuck, you were so close. you could barely say cohesive sentences, your words coming out in babbles and half moans. before you could stop yourself, you pleaded, 

“m-mommy please!”

sevika abruptly paused her movements, and your eyes shot open. an awkward but sexually charged second passed, before you frantically stuttered out, “sevika…i’m sorry i said that. i-i wasn’t thinking straight and i-.” she stood up from her spot on the floor, her chest level with your face. you nervously shifted in your spot on the vanity desk, too scared to look at her face. a beat passed, and she then began to unbuckle her belt. 

“bend over the desk.” her voice was gruff, but you could hear the tones of desperation in between 

you blinked up at her with a confused expression. “w-what?” her belt clashed against the floor, and she roughly manhandled you into the position she desired. your breasts were smooshed against the flat surface, and your ass was flush against her…bulge? a mirror was in front of you, and you could see sevika shimmying out of her pants behind you. 

“you heard what i said. now,” her flesh hand traveled up your back until it faintly gripped your neck, while her prosthetic grabbed her thick strap and stroked it up and down to collect your arousal. “let mommy take care of you.” in one quick motion, she bottomed out in you, drawing a high-pitched mewl from you. her pace was brutal from the start, the only sounds in the room being the slap of sevika’s hips, her deep grunts, and your loud moans. 

she leaned down to your ear and roughly cooed, “who’s fucking you this good?”

“s’you, mommy! all you!” 

“whose pussy does this belong to?” her thrusts slowed and became deeper, stimulating your gummy walls and abusing your g-spot.

“you mommy!”

sevika hummed, “you’re such a dirty girl. slutting yourself out all for me. i wish you could see how wet you are, and how wide this hole is stretching for me.” you moaned from the visual she painted in your head, lolling your head down on the desk. her flesh hand left your neck and gripped your jaw instead. “look in the mirror,” you whined, but forced your eyes open, and boy, were you a sight to see. mascara ran down your face, your lip combo had smudged, and your cheeks were flushed. behind you, a thin layer of sweat coated sevika, causing her hair to stick to her forehead. you hadn’t noticed she’d taken her shirt off, but her flexed abs and perky breasts caused you to groan aloud.

“look at how fucked-out you are. look at the effect i have on you. no one gets to see you like this. not your managers, not your fans, me. only me. and you love it. tell me you love it.”

“yessh i’luv it mommy. fuckk y’fuck m’so well nghh,” gasp “m’all yours mommy.” you were too fucked-out to think, to speak, to worry about anything but pleasing sevika. 

“good girl, now keep those pretty eyes on me. i want you to see yourself come undone.” her prosthetic hand, kneading your cheeks, snaked its way down to your sensitive bud, before rubbing quick circles. your eyes rolled back, and you let out a pornographic moan. 

sevika lightly slapped your face, reminding you to open your eyes, but it was so hard. her tip continuously hit your g-spot, her fingers feverishly played with your clit, her hand gripped your jaw tight. it was too much!

“fuckkk,” you gasped, your pussy tightly squeezing her length and your body tensing up. your skin felt warm, and you could feel your climax building up. “ohmy-nghhh imgonnacumimgonnacumimgonna-!” before the rest of your sentence could leave your mouth, you gasped and shook violently against sevika while you gushed on her length. white stars flashed across your vision, and your limbs grew weak. she continued her deep ministrations to ride you through your orgasm, until your limbs gave out and you collapsed against the desk. you both caught your breath for many moments, until sevika broke the silence. 

“you’re so fucking addicting.”

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LITTLE SOCKS AND CRAYONS

You want kids with Sevika, a woman who’s already witnessed losing the people the closest to her. You’re her only weakness and adding a child to the mixture isn’t what she initially plans but suddenly she can’t help finding herself wondering what if there was a little child with her eyes and your hair?

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Sevika wasn’t ever really a family person, perhaps that was because Zaun had shaped her into being someone who wasn’t afraid of losing her closest ones. When she started dating you, that began to change because you became her everything—something she never expected to happen within her, something began to change and before she knew it, she was protecting you fiercely. Even if you told her you didn’t necessarily need protection.

Then it started happening, Sevika began thinking about family. She wasn’t exactly young. But she wasn’t opposed to the idea of children either.

But she didn’t know how to bring it up to you.

You didn’t know that.

Blissfully unaware, when you both happened to be at the market, you caught yourself watching a little red-haired girl holding onto her mother’s hand tightly and laughing heartily at something the middle-aged woman had said. You caught yourself staring, dreamily, like you were mentally mapping a future with your girlfriend that involved little socks and crayons.

You looked over at Sevika, but by then she’d looked away already.

“Sev?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you ever think about… kids?”

Sevika’s head snapped towards you, “huh?”

“Kids,” you repeated, “I’m just curious.”

“Oh,” Sevika paused, “eh, not really,” she lied through her teeth.

What if you weren’t ready to have kids with her? Especially because Sevika was already in her forties. What if having a baby this late in life wasn’t what you wanted? What if this conversation only led to you realising that maybe Sevika was too old for you.

You tried not to sound half-hearted, “alright…”

That was the first time you’d asked Sevika about children. The second time was when you both went clothes shopping for the winter and you came across the cutest little onesie section. You paused, taking your time to feel the softness of the fabric against your finger pads while Sevika shuffled through practical leather jackets and more.

“Babies…” you murmured to yourself.

Getting biologically pregnant wasn’t possible when both of you were women with coochies, but you wanted Sevika’s biological child. The only way was reciprocal IVF… but you both didn’t have money like that.

You wouldn’t mind adopting a sweet girl, or a boy.

But you didn’t want to spring that onto her out of the blue. What if Sevika wasn’t a fan of the idea of adoption? Granted, she did have a grumpy cat that treated the apartment like she paid the bills. But still…

“Ready to go?” Sevika’s voice snapped you out of your trance-like state.

“Yeah.”

You turned and put your hand in hers, but you swore you could still feel the softness of the cotton and the faint smell of baby powder… children really were a gift from God that not many people got.

That night after you were done with your self-care, you got in bed with Sevika. She pulled the fuzzy blanket over your frame.

“You look tense. Like you’ve been out of it all day,” she said quietly.

“I’m okay,” you looked away for a second, “Sev?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna ask you something.”

“... Lay it on me.”

“I think we… should talk about starting a family.”

Sevika nodded, “I think so too.”

You stared. She just agreed that easily.

“Oh wow, okay.” You laughed softly. “I guess I was expecting a fight.”

“Why?” Sevika wrapped her arm around you, and pulled you closer, “I wasn’t sure how to tell you either.”

“Aww! You’ve been thinking about it too!”

Sevika’s face got a little red.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Oh, it is SO a big deal!”

She rolled her eyes but there was no heat behind it. She was glad actually. She was very thankful that you’d picked the topic before she’d feel the need to.

“The only thing is,” you rested one hand on Sevika’s chest, “I want your baby.”

“... My baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Babe,” she chuckled, “that’s not how biology works—”

“I know,” you said carefully, and paused to let that sink in for a second before you went on, “but I was thinking more along the lines of maybe IVF…”

“... What?”

“Reciprocal IVF, y’know? The one where they—”

“I know how they do that. Babe, that’s so fuckin’ expensive.”

“Well… yeah but I was thinking that maybe we could save towards it and then—”

“How?” Sevika scoffed, “y’know I only make so much, right?”

“... If we try hard enough, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Sevika didn’t know what to say. She quietly reached around and turned the last lamp off. You blinked in the darkness. She shifted, turning to her side.

“Get some rest, babe. We’ll talk tomorrow after work.”

“... Okay. Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight.”

She didn’t even kiss you goodnight…

You turned to your side. You’d never really slept like this before—with your back turned to Sevika and everything. You remained like that for a bit before finally closing your eyes. You were hoping maybe Sevika would be more open about the IVF option tomorrow because otherwise, you weren’t sure how much you’d look forward to parenthood.

That’s when you felt her lips ghosting over your cheek.

A soft kiss to your cheek.

“Sev…?”

“Didn’t like how I said goodnight,” she grumbled.

You grinned, knowing she could feel it. Her arm snaked around your waist and she pulled you closer.

“M’sorry, let’s just sleep for now.”

“It’s okay… I love you, baby.”

“I love you more,” she mumbled in your back before she closed her eyes and slept—face stubbornly pressed to your back, arm locked around your waist and body spooning yours.

-

The next morning you both didn’t speak to each other. But it wasn’t out of anger, it was because you didn’t know what to say and neither did she. The air was tense with awkwardness. The heat of the stove crackled to life as you made eggs, trying not to let your mind wander off to the possibility of having a sweet boy or girl here, helping you in the kitchen and sharing laughter.

You swallowed thickly and plated the eggs.

Sevika got out of the shower, her hair wet and dripping water, towel tossed carelessly over one shoulder when she entered the kitchen and saw you quietly cooking. You were never this quiet. Usually, you were the life of the house, you filled her apartment up with life and light. Soft music while you cooked with smiles offered every time you made her coffee even if Sevika barely returned that same kind of energy.

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice softer than last night, “m’sorry about yesterday.”

You stiffened when she touched your waist gently, but didn’t pull away, “it’s okay, I know you’re really stressed with work and… all that stuff… Here’s breakfast.”

You shoved the plate in her hand and walked to the other side of the kitchen to make her coffee. Sevika sighed and put the plate on the counter top, walking to you again.

“Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I don’t mean to be like this,” you said honestly, “but I really wish you didn’t just… not even think about IVF. I… I’m not entirely opposed to adoption, but I would be much happier if those were ours… anyhow.”

“I prefer that too,” Sevika looked away, “but it’s really expensive, and saving towards that might take years, I don’t know if I’ve even got all those years.”

“... Why?”

“I’m old, babe.”

Something about that made you crack up laughing, “what?”

“I said, I’m old… stop laughing! Geez.”

You let go of everything and wrapped your arms around Sevika’s neck, “I don’t care how old we are together as long as we’re happy. With or without a child. I don’t wanna force it on you. But I think… maybe because we both want it, it could really change our lives.”

“I… think so too.”

“So… are you gonna think of IVF?”

“Yeah.” A pause. She sighed. “Babe, it’s gonna be expensive and we don’t know the odds of it working out.”

“... You’re right.”

She took your hand in hers and looked you in the eye.

“But if it makes you happy, I wanna try it.”

“I don’t want you to go through with this for me. I wanna do it for us.”

“This is for us. At the end of the day, we just want a child.”

“Mhm…” you smiled, “oh—! You’re gonna get late.”

“Shit—” she glanced at the wall clock, and just like you’d said, she was getting late.

She quickly downed her coffee and finished up breakfast before kissing you goodbye and heading out the door in a rush. You smiled to yourself, laughing softly.

“Have a good day, baby!”

“Y’too.” She called over her shoulder.

-

That night you’d been waiting for so long for her to come back. You were curled up in bed, blanket tangled around your legs as you tried to focus on the book you were reading, but every now and then you’d glance at the clock as if you were expecting an hour to have passed in a minute.

You were worried. Where was Sevika?

When the door finally opened, you jumped to your feet and bolted to the door. “Hi, baby, I missed you!”

You flung yourself to Sevika, arms thrown over her shoulders and around her neck as you hugged her tightly.

“Mmmm, I missed you too, sweetheart,” she kissed your temple.

You smiled, parting just a little bit, “why are you so late?”

“I got a little somethin’ for you.”

You blinked, “what is it?”

“Let’s go inside…”

In the bedroom, Sevika put the bag down and you opened it—what stared back at you seemed like a normal strap until you picked it up… it was a hexstrap. You swallowed thickly as you weighed it in your hands.

“Oh…”

“You wanted my babies,” Sevika’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, her face pressing into the crook of your neck, hot breath washing over your skin almost sensually although she didn’t mean it to be.

“I do… I do want your babies,” you murmured, putting the toy down and putting your hands on hers, feeling the warmth of her flesh hand and coldness of the mechanical hand, “but don’t you think the hexstrap is just a little bit too big?”

Sevika grinned against your skin, “we can make it fit, baby. Leave it to me.”

“You’re… you’re such a jerk. You bought a big one on purpose.”

“Yes.”

“... Fuck you.”

“Oh, baby, I’ll be doing the fucking.”

The lube glistened on the strap as Sevika aligned it against your body, pushing in just enough to let the head pop in. You made a small whining sound, biting your bottom lip.

“Oh, that’s big.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sevika smirked, her large hand splayed on your tummy so she could feel the bulge of the strap entering you, “d’you like it, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, it’s so big…”

Sevika held herself inside for a second, giving you a second to get used to the massive size of the dick before she pulled her hips back, making you draw in a sharp breath. As she slammed in—all of her dick filled you up.

You gasped. “Fuuuck!”

“That’s my girl…” she whispered, “you’re so pretty like this.”

“Oh… Sevika, it’s so big.”

“I know,” she held your hands with hers, engulfing them completely as she started pistoning her hips.

She set a pace that made an absurd amount of pleasure shoot up your body, your cunt clenching desperately around the intrusion as she continued moving.

“I can’t wait to finish inside—fuck, you’re so tight,” she groaned, sweat beading on her brow, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, I didn’t feel this pussy for so many years.”

“O-ohhh…?”

She was fucking you so good you barely could register anything happening anymore, the only thing you were listening to was the sloppy, wet sounds coming from your tight heat and the relentless pounding of her strap.

You could feel her length twitching inside.

“I’m close,” she grunted.

Your hands squeezed her a little harder, “c-cum inside, please. Fill me up…”

“I will, I’m gonna fuckin’ knock you up—get you full of my babies.”

With a low moan in her throat, Sevika finished inside, filling you up with thick ropes of cum that dribbled down the sides of her thick cock. She pulled out slowly—but then more gushed out so she slammed herself back in with a soft laugh.

“Gosh, you’re not used to this at all, are you?”

“N-no… I’ve never been filled up before.”

Sevika placed her flesh hand on your lower abdomen, right over your uterus, “get used to it then, sweetheart.”

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── ⟡ ˙ sevika + reader ✶ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you and sevika became friends after she helped you to heal the wing that she accidentally hurt. now you’re both attracted to each other, and you’d decided to take the initiative. ✶ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: werewolf!sevika, fairy!reader, pwp, clit fucking, bigclit!sevika, cunnilingus, size kink, sevika has both arms here. ✶ ̟

part one. this part two is just the smut sequence, so if you want some general context go to part one.

after sevika’s question, you fell silent for a few seconds, your sluggish post-sex brain slowly processing the werewolf’s depraved inquiry.

it was an interesting thought… at her massive size, sevika’s long, skillful tongue had already worked wonders inside you, so it would certainly do the same and even better if you were at your natural size. besides, there were... other things you could try out. the mere thoughts flooding your mind were enough to make your pussy clench; you could feel a drop sliding from your hole down to your thighs.

gods, had her endless libido been transferred to you?

“so?”

“so… i think that’s a good idea.”

“really?”

“excellent, actually.” you pushed yourself up off her chest, resting on your forearms. you almost laughed at the way her eyes lit up, but held it back. “hang on.”

you closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the same glow that had enveloped you earlier returned. it washed over your entire body once more, making sevika’s gray eyes shine even brighter at the phenomenon unfolding before her. when your form stopped glowing, you were back to your natural fairy size, sitting on the werewolf’s chest.

you barely gave her a chance to speak, feeling—somewhat embarrassingly—the steady pulse down below. well, it was her own fault for planting such a tempting idea in your mind.

you flew up to her face, biting your lip as you looked down at her.

“slowly...”

“slowly.”

with a slowness that belied the eagerness you felt to begin, you lowered yourself toward her mouth.

sevika swallowed and settled deeper into the sheets, parting her lips to let the tip of her tongue peek out. once your body was close enough, she used one hand to support your back, careful with the pressure applied to your wings.

you used her for support and finally lowered yourself onto her tongue. the initial contact with her tongue—hot, wet, and soft, yet massive compared to your shrunken pussy—made you jump slightly; a glistening strand connecting you two already there. she pressed you back against herself, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate you from the outside, licking from your opening up to your tiny, but swollen clit.

you settled more firmly against her, eyes squeezed shut, already moaning at the heightened sensation, then began to rub back and forth against that texture and wetness.

“s–sevika—ah! nngh…!” your body shuddered, and you pressed your back harder against her palm as you felt her tongue begin to slide inside.

it was strange, strangely, incredibly good. her tongue was huge, so from the outside, it should have been difficult for it to fit into your tight opening, but you were so wet and open, and the tongue itself was so soft and slick, that it slid in with wonderful ease, making you moan louder and louder as it pushed deeper and deeper.

she let out a heavy breath, mesmerized by the close-up view of your undone expression and trembling body, and delighted by how easily she fit inside, by the taste of you, and by the sheer amount of fluid you were releasing.

sevika began a back and forth motion while you moved up and down, working in sync to reach your climax. a low cry escaped you as she thrust her tongue inside and focused on moving it deep within, swirling, thrusting, and driving the tip all the way to the back.

you were shaking, riding her tongue relentlessly, grateful for the support of her hand. otherwise, you would have fallen backward.

with a few more deep, precise movements from sevika and from your own hips, your breath hitched, and your legs locked in place. you came with a long, breathless moan, feeling your pussy clench in strong spasms around her tongue.

she carefully pulled away, letting out a soft, amused huff as she saw another strand connecting you—this one thick and white with your mingled fluids. sevika tasted her tongue, moaning softly at the flavor while you lay back against her hand, taking deep breaths.

“you okay there, little fairy?”

“yeah... yeah... just let me calm down, please.”

“yes, ma’am.”

you both fell silent for a few moments. you lay in her hand with your eyes still closed, finally steadying your breathing.

she admired you quietly, unable to tear her gaze away from your beautiful, relaxed form. she thought about the two of you. incredibly satisfied, yet still a bit surprised by how quickly you both had finally broken through the tension that had been building between you. the sensation of her large hands gripping your soft, lush skin still tingled in her palms, making her swallow hard at the anticipation of it happening again.

well, who could blame her? the libido of a being who harbors such immense energy just to stay alive and strong is unreal.

in any case, she would let you rest; her werewolf battery worked differently than yours, so it would still take her a while to actually fall asleep if she wanted to... but she hadn’t counted on you having other plans.

“sevika.”

“yeah?”

“...are you still aroused?”

“pfft. i just fucked you with my tongue. what do you think?” you narrowed your eyes and rolled them, a small smile playing on your lips. “why do you ask?”

“well, it’s just...” sevika arched an eyebrow, waiting patiently and curiously for the answer. “i want to do one last thing.”

“hmm. ‘kay, tell me.”

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“f—fuck!” sevika groaned loudly, gripping the sheets beneath her tightly, restraining herself from any sudden movements that might send you flying—it would have been quite tragic if it weren’t so comical.

you were still in your fairy form, but instead of being at her face, you were now positioned against her clit. fuck, it was insane. only the tip and a small portion of her exposed length were fully buried in you, yet your movements were enough to drive both of you wild, especially with the way your small clit rubbed against her big one.

you were riding a werewolf’s clit… a possibility that had never, in your entire life, crossed your mind. but then again, who were you to deny such an incredible sensation?

sevika felt the same way, even if she couldn’t put it into words at the moment. the heat of your tight pussy against her pulsing clit was just as mind-blowing as it had been an hour ago, but the contrast in your sizes—and the determined way you took everything—made it all the more intense.

even if the two of you pass out from exhaustion afterward, it still would have been worth it; and fortunately, this was just the first day of a loooong life you would share side by side.

[kissesfromkalii]

“𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐝𝐮𝐡!”

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𝓮𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝔀𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 was now an adult. she didn’t dress up, too “cool” for it now. n the costume she wanted to get was out of her size. anyways.. she knocked on your door. her beat up truck in your driveway, still running.

she looked down on her own outfit while she was waiting. ellie had been wearing a t shirt that had a dinosaur was wearing a skeleton costume. that was good enough, right?

when you opened the door, she could of swore her eyes fell out of her sockets for a split second.

“you like?” you gave her a twirl and a timid giggle, noticing the awkward silence from hers you tried to fill the air with more talking.

“i designed the ears myself.”

“uh yeah.. it’s.. cute..” she paused awkwardly to rub her thumb against her jaw.

“but uh.. you do know where we’re going, right?” ellie gave your outfit another glance. the thigh high socks, the ridiculously cute bunny makeup and ears, the short grey dress she will most definitely be hovering you because of.

you pout, feeling a bit silly now. “well i just wanted to look cute.” the mumble sounded defensive and unsure.

ellie paused, realizing her first impression of it was pretty bitchy. “hey hey.. i didn’t mean to sound like that.. my bad.. you look good though.. great even. cmon”

she took placed a large hand on the small of your back to lead you to the truck where she opened the passenger side. you had always struggled a bit getting up with that annoying step that almost always got your heels stuck in.

ellie grabbed your hips to help you up, being careful to not pull up your already short dress. looking everywhere but your ass that was so clearly in her face. still trying to be respectful n stuff or whatever.

her face was a bit flushed under that freckled fair skin. she started the truck then placed a hand on your thigh. squishing the soft flesh as you looked at her,

“love your shirt” your soft voice was teasing. the look she glanced back at you made you giggle.

“well i didnt know we had to going to be dressed up to the nines like.. that.”

ellie retorted before she could stop herself. immediate regret.

“like what?” your response was immediately. your straight eyebrows now upturned.

“baby,” she paused to collect her thoughts, not glancing at you while her focus was on the dark road.

“it’s just gonna be like a whole house of random strangers.. i don’t want you getting hurt or having unwanted attention. plus your not the most.. flattest person.” even ellie cringed at saying that last sentence.

you scoffed, your doe eyes widened in disbelief and hurt.

“wow.” all you said

“hey.. hey hey.. fuck.. i’m sorry for being a dick. you’re gonna be the cutest girl of the party, okay?”

ellie pulled to the side. they were there at the blasting halloween house party dina invited you guys to.

“i’m just gonna look dumb as hell for wearing a dinosaur t shirt while my girl beside me is looking like a disney princess.”

she unbuckled herself to lean over to press a kiss to your temple, subtly inhaling your delicious perfume, “my sweet girl.”

you look at her, still a bit pouty. she kissed those pouty lips. her lips now shined with your lipgloss. “you ready?” she asked softly while fixing those stupidly cute bunny ears that had fallen.

when you nodded and pulled your dress back up when your bra unwillingly showed. ellie looked down—she couldn’t help herself. then a soft smirk played upon those plump lips n then gave you a peck.

getting out of that truck, she quickly rounded it and opened your door. helping you down to your feet. ellie went behind you protectively as you guys entered the party.

she triple checked if her pocketknife was in her jeans, just incase she needed to protect her precious girl.

𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 . . . ౨ৎ this may or may not be just for my enjoyment as this happens quite regularly to me n i just needed to write some comfort as someone who is a g cup 😢

[ohsweetluces]

content warnings - fingering, oral, free use

You’re Vi’s prison bitch.

You don’t know how you ended up like this but you’re not complaining because she makes you feel so fucking good.

You can only pray the cot doesn’t break between both of you when she eats you out like a filthy animal in heat, her tongue dragging too long over your clit and flicking it just to draw out your orgasms.

You’re a sweaty, pussy-smelling mess, squirting over and over right on her face.

Your hand is in her hair, vice-like grip making Vi wince in pain but she’ll never ask you to ease because she likes the pain.

She enjoys the way you thrash when she fingers you too roughly, not because you want her to stop but because she feels too good in the moment. Her two fingers dig deeper making your feet kick in the air as you moan her name.

“I can’t take more. You’re so rough, Violet.”

Vi only smirks in response and whispers, “if you hated this so much, you wouldn’t be cumming like a slut on my hands and mouth.”

[kiku-o]

cw: face slap, heavy degradation kink but also praise kink because she likes to fuck with you like that, orgasm denial, spit kink, mommy kink. all consensual!

dombottom!sevika x subtop!reader where you want to pleasure sevika in other ways but lack experience with straps, so sevika takes advantage of that.

you put on a strap, one of the thickest, longest ones, and sevika ties your wrists and ankles so she can ride you relentlessly while humiliating you. she’s so wet, receptive, fucking dripping while going up and down on your dick, but you can’t move, can’t hold and squeeze her teasing hips, can’t do much with your own hips either, so you just turn into a sobbing, pathetic mess below her.

sevika chuckles darkly, one hand cupping your face damp with tears and sweat. “what is it? why is my little fuck toy whining? thought she was better than this.”

“s–sev..please let me–let me touch you! please!” right after the pleas left your mouth, her hand went down on your face.

a smacking sound echoing in the dark room. you pathetically moaned at the action, desperately trying to thrust. she let out another dark chuckle at your freakiness.

“god, you’re such a slut.” she held your face again, holding your chin, stopping the riding for an instant. “you think you have the right to touch me? you can’t even use a strap properly. see this? i need to do all the work because you’re too stupid to do it by yourself. isn’t that true?”

her condescending tone accompanied by a particularly forceful, sudden thrust of her hips that made her breath hitch at the toy’s depth and made you whimper at the pressure against your clit brought tears back again to your eyes. you fought to keep them from falling, feeling even more pathetic for being on the verge of orgasm thanks to her harsh words.

“my poor doll, was mommy too harsh on you?” despite her gentle tone, she slid two fingers into your mouth. you sucked them immediately. “good girl. maybe you’re not too dumb.”

she applied a bit of downward pressure on your tongue, a silent command to open your mouth. then, she gathered saliva and spat it into your mouth, withdrawing her fingers so you would close and swallow. as soon as she saw your throat move with the swallow, she returned to her starting position and resumed bouncing on your strap. strongly, faster, insatiable.

sevika’s moans and grunts were back. a perfect melody to your ears and a perfect vision for your needy mind.

“keep your mouth shut and maybe...ah..maybe i will let you cum tonight.”

[bniue]

cw ﹕ ballerina!reader , teacher!ellie , age!gap , reader is an adult. slight touching , mainly kissing. parent issues , topics of being a disappointment , a failure , etc. daddy issues , but i wrote him kinda sweet in some parts cause well . . anyways

wc ﹕ 2.9k

an ﹕ i want to do this idea but character is odile . . . mean sex . . rivals . . but with who ! i did proofread but i also can’t read or something i dunno …..

𝓣he only child , born into a family of wealth n power. the outcast , the misfit , or what your mother calls you , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧.

forced into ballet at such a young age , you had to be perfect. demanding recitals , brutal performances , but the punishments for failure were much worse.

your parents pushed you , not for success , not for your passion , but for their own sick n twisted need to use you to fulfill their ambitions & dreams that they claim you stole.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 has crept its way through winter. though , it’s more gloomy than anything. grey skies , constant rain , it feels like you haven’t seen the sun in ages.

your alarm rings , your bedroom still very dim. the smell of coffee brewing mixes with the scent of your vanilla wax melts , filling the room with a comforting , familiar aroma.

rubbing the sleep from your eyes , you slide out of bed , walking over to your victorian styled window. you draw the white floral curtains back , revealing the intricate details carved into the wooden frame , rain drops sliding down the glass.

although it’s quite foggy out , a natural light still shines in your melancholic room. you begin your morning routine , starting with your skincare n oral hygiene , picking out your clothes n packing your ballet bag , then setting yourself down at your vanity.

every drawer has it’s own section for your makeup , each stroke of your brushes dainty n precise. after that , you style your hair , appreciating your attention to detail n the way you always look like a little doll.

once you’re finished , you gather your things n head out of your room , already imagining tonight , binging your favourite show n falling asleep to the sound of the upcoming thunderstorm.

‘there you are.’ your mothers voice rings in your ears. ‘how long does it take to get ready? do you want people to think you’re lazy?’ you’ve learned to not argue with her , knowing its a never ending cycle. ‘no , m’sorry.’ you mutter , heading into the kitchen.

‘your father n i need to speak with you , it’s important.’ you stop at the fridge , turning your head to face her. your father stands up from the table , his expression stern n cold per usual.

‘you’re not working hard enough. the competition is in two weeks , n so far all you have done is shown that you’re useless.’ his words sting , n you try to hide the hurt in your gaze , biting your tongue to avoid saying something you’ll regret.

‘so , we decided that you’re going to be attending a private school. you’ll be trained one on one , where you can actually learn.’ you’re hit with a wave of anxiety as the words roll off your mothers tongue. the idea of being somewhere you’ve never been , witnessing unfamiliar faces . . you’ve always struggled with anxiety , n everytime you tried to seek help , your parents denied you because they believe it’s simply a made-up excuse to gain sympathy.

‘b-but , i won’t know anybody there- m’not-‘ your father cuts you off , crossing his arms while your mother clings to him like a damsel in distress. ‘you’re going whether you like it or not. i’m going to start the car , you better be ready in five.’

the drive is long , quiet , n the fragrance of your dads cologne hits your nose every once in a while. when you finally reach the destination , you’re taken aback by the size of the school n it’s exterior.

you open the passenger side door , putting your bag over your shoulder n stepping out. you admire the divine garden that's so carefully crafted , the prettiest pink peonies blossoming , easily standing out amongst the dark leaves.

your father motions with his head for you to follow , n you do , his tall frame n expensive suit grabbing looks from others. as you get closer , you’re able to view inside the building through the beautifully designed glass door.

stepping indoors , the foyer is large , n the glistening chandelier above your head gleams against the walls. your father talks to the receptionist , leaning over her as she types up your name.

paintings hang from many different parts of the room , depicting such elegance n poise. your fathers voice guides you away from your own little world , snapping you back into reality.

‘alright. you’re to go up to floor 3 , room 407.’ he hands you the card , adjusting his watch without even glancing at you. ‘can’t you go with me? to find it . .’ he looks at you , n for a moment , all he can see is his little princess , something he used to call you before everything changed.

‘fine , cmon.’ he leads the way , providing you some sort of comfort in this foreign place.

stopping at room 407 , you feel sick. you look at your father , worry etched on your face. ‘you’re going to be okay.’ his hand rests on your shoulder , which prompts him to pull you in for a hug. you’re caught off guard , but then you sink into his arms , feeling young all over again. ‘if you need me , just call me. i’ll be here at 8 to pick you up.’ you nod , trying not to cry.

he pulls away n gives you a final nod , a long suppressed sigh finally escaping you. you twist the door handle , revealing the spacious dance studio. it’s empty , the silence deafening. you walk in n sit in the middle of the room , placing your bag down next to you.

a couple minutes later , your new teacher walks in , her appearance triggering a sudden blush across your cheeks. ‘i apologize for being a bit late.’ you both make eye contact , a smile forming on her lips.

‘you’re my new teacher . . ?’ you push yourself off the floor , standing much shorter than her. ‘mmhm . . why do you sound so surprised ?’ she chuckles , stepping closer but keeping a respectful distance. ‘mm- m’not i just- it’s nice to meet you . .’ you redirect the conversation , putting your hand out nervously. ‘likewise. i’m ellie , but you can call me whatever you want.’ you shake hands , the touch forming feelings you’ve never felt before.

‘so. i will give you a moment to put on your things n then we will start.’ she turns to leave , but you interrupt her , wondering how to word this without sounding like a total creep. ‘well i- i always wear everything just underneath my clothes . . so there’s no need for that.’ you slide your shoes off , moving onto your pants , then your shirt.

your white , lacy leotard lined with frills n twinkling gems looks so precious on you , n ellie can’t seem to pull her eyes away. she clears her throat , pretending to flip through your chart on her clipboard. ‘says here you’re . . in advanced stages now? the role of odette , wow.’’ you nod , pulling your pointe shoes out of your bag.

you sit on the floor , sliding each shoe on n lacing up the silky ribbon , intertwining it around your legs. ellie grabs a chair , pulling it away from the wall before taking a seat. ‘alright.’ she starts from the top of her list , working her way down. ‘show me a relevé.’ you stand flat at first , releasing the tension without breaking your posture. with ease , you lift your heels upward until you’re vertical , balancing on the very tips of your toes.

‘that’s perfect. show me a piqué.’ you step forward , shifting your weight onto your right leg. your right foot falls directly en pointe , your body relaxed yet proper. ‘hm , yeah . .’ she adjusts in her seat. ‘let’s just move onto your part.’

𝓣𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 "𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆" 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 (𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝑰𝑰, 𝒏𝒐. 10: 𝒔𝒄è𝒏𝒆)

you’ve been practicing the role as 𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 for months , studying the movements so well you can do it in your sleep. you twist n step across the floor with grace , your arms moving in specific ways to mimic a swan. you’re so delicate , perfectly composed n coordinated with the music. until you get closer to the run of doom , n you can’t seem to get it right. you’re flawless all throughout , then you lose focus , unable to properly create the illusion.

‘i see the issue.’ ellie pauses the music , placing her clipboard down n walking over to you. ‘you’re not securing your ankle. it has to be firm in order to hold the pose , even for a split second. then you can melt out of it.’ you look down , fiddling with your hands. you expect her to scream , tell you how disappointing you are , but instead , she is gentle n reassures you with absolute certainty.

‘hey , you still have two weeks. everything else is spot on , so we will focus on this part specifically.’ your eyes meet hers , the fear in your chest slowly replacing with confidence n desire to see this through.

over the next few hours , you’ve tried over n over a dozen of times , your muscles burn , you’re dizzy , tired , but slowly making progress.

‘focus on me. just relax , chin up , shoulders straight.’ oblivious to the door opening n your dads presence by the entrance , you begin to put what you’ve learned into this final try. although you’re aching , n your body is about ready to give out , you flourish , freezing in place en pointe. as the music continues , you melt out of the pose with ease.

‘atta girl , i knew you could do it.’ you practically jump around , giggling with excitement. ‘oh i can’t believe i finally did it ! i hope my parents will be proud . .’ ellie tilts her head , eyebrows furrowing. ‘you’re telling me they aren’t already?’ you shake your head , not prepared for a possible lecture tonight.

ellie’s hand cups your cheek , your eyes widening like a little puppy. ‘i’m proud , n you should be too.’ your father speaks loudly , ellie’s touch disappearing almost immediately. ‘i knew this place would be a good fit for you.’ he walks in with such enthusiasm , a smile , a real one plastered on his face.

‘dad i- since when did you get here? n yeah i- i actually quite like it . .’ his arms wrap around you , pulling you in. ‘i always knew you were capable , my little 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏. mom will be so proud.’ you look at ellie as your head is pressed against his chest , n she can tell you’re conflicted , confused , n simply a sweet girl who yearns for love n validation.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

as night fell , limbs tangled within the blankets , all you could do was think about ellie. the look she gave you no matter if you failed or succeeded , her hands adjusting your position , fingers lingering longer than normal. her praise so simple , yet , you secretly love her need to bring it so close to crossing that line , the one that prevents students n teachers from engaging in something deemed so wrong.

what would your parents think? their one n only daughter falling for a woman , one twice her age. surely they would pull you out of ballet for good , or transfer you across the country . . your hands meet your face , gliding down while applying a bit of pressure. ‘what am i doing . .’ you whisper , turning your head to check the time. it’s late , n you must be up early for rehearsals.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

time flies by faster than you can comprehend. the daily training n consistent resting builds up your strength , endurance , n ability to perfectly execute the role of 𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆.

today marks the final day before the opening night of 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆 , n so much has changed since you first got here.

you n ellie have been more touchy , flirty , saying things you probably shouldn’t. you exchanged numbers despite the legality of her contract , spending most nights texting her until she forces you to rest.

you've moved from the studio to the stage you will be performing on , the rows of seats n large curtains making you nervous. but everytime you lock eyes with ellie , everything else seems to disappear.

‘let’s start from the beginning. take your places , you all should know your cues by now.’ ellie really has an eye for even the slightest mistakes , analyzing every turn , bend , n move each dancer makes.

the music starts , the lights dim , the haunting sounds echoing enchantingly through the air. you watch in awe as every dancer plays their part , feeling uneasy as you wait for them to finish.

before you know it , your solo is next. you’re not focused , muscles tensing to the point your form is anything but smooth. as you progress , you feel your body stiffening. suddenly , you fall , landing on your knees. the room spins , your face red from embarrassment. muffled voices come closer , unrecognizable silhouettes crowding around you. you push yourself to your feet , running off the stage with tears streaming down your sweet face.

you push open the door to the bathroom , heading over to the sink. you stare into your reflection , n all you can see is what a disillusionment you are. what looks back at you within the mirror doesn’t look nor feel like you , instead a warped image of the real you underneath the facade you wear.

rushed footsteps grab your attention , your gaze landing on ellie’s worried expression. ‘hey , hey. it’s okay , it happens , you’re doing great , better than everyone else out there.’ you lean your head down , tears falling onto your white tutu.

‘i can’t do it- m’not meant for this . .’ your voice cracks , n ellie’s urge to comfort you physically instantly takes over. her arms wrap around you , pulling you close against her. you sob into her chest , makeup smeared , hands shaking.

‘shh . . just breathe. i know you’re burnt out , this is a lot. but listen . .’ she pulls away , holding both of your hands. ‘you have made so much improvement throughout these two weeks ,, n i am so honoured to have taught you.’ you look up at her , glossy eyes changing into something woeful.

without thinking , you push up on your toes , pressing your lips against hers. your fingers meet her hair , n she firmly pushes you against the wall. when she pulls away , you’re both left breathless , your vanilla lipgloss leaving a subtle taste on her tongue.

‘we shouldn’t be doing this . .’ she hums , looking down at you with admiration n lust. ‘i know.’ every kiss turns sloppier , ellie’s hands roaming in places they shouldn’t.

the distant sound of voices is heard outside , ‘we can’t get caught-‘ you whisper , eyes darting between ellie n the door. ‘i know , i don’t want anyone to see us.’ she checks the time , rehearsals are wrapping up. ‘i will tell them i found you n you wanted to go home. but , please. they need you for tomorrow . . i need you.’

the way her desperation slips through her empathetic tone , those green irises meeting yours. you nod , trying to hide the fact you’re blushing. ‘yeah?’ you sniffle , letting out a soft chuckle. ‘yeah.’

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

the dressing room is chaotic. outfits are everywhere , not a single makeup chair is empty , n it’s so loud you can barely hear yourself think. though , the image of ellie’s touch is the only thing you see n an ache forms between your legs.

you’re the last to put on your dress , nervously emerging from behind the paravent. you look identical to a swan , the embroidered designs within the white fabric standing out in the light. the skirt has sewn in feathers n lace , matching perfectly with your custom made pointe shoes.

as everyone begins taking their places , ellie finds you in the crowd , her fast pace coming to an abrupt halt when she sees how ethereal you look. ‘do you like it . .?’ you softly turn , showing the corset ribbon on the back. ‘you look like a doll . .’ she steps closer , adjusting your hair n head piece.

‘you’re such a pretty little thing , you know that?’ others notice how close you two are , the way you’re smiling so wide n giggling at every joke she makes.

‘places everyone!’ the ballet mistress shouts. you kiss ellie on the cheek before quickly running to your designated spot , giving her a look from across the room.

the lights shine , n the music starts. you watch as the corps de ballet begins , their movements so smooth. next is the pas de trois , the audience cheering after every momentary pause. act I finishes with the goblet dance , the backdrops switching in order to fit act II.

as the ensemble of swans fill the stage , your solo is up. you focus intently , remembering what ellie taught you. breathe , relax , keep your posture upright. you embody odette with such perfection , the audience in awe at your performance. you see your parents in the front row , n for once , they look proud.

the rest of the show seems to pass by so quickly , n before you know it , you’re on the final pas de deux. you dance the final duet with prince siegfried , conveying an emotional , devastating message.

you both hold the final pose , the lights dim , the velvet red curtains closing. the reactions are an uproar , roses being thrown onto the stage.

everyone begins to celebrate , but all you can think about is ellie. you slide past the groups of people , finally finding her near the sidelines. you run to her , jumping into her arms , not caring what anyone may think or say.

‘there you are , i’m so proud of you.’ you practically kick your feet at her words , giggling as she tightens her squeeze. ‘thank you . .’ you whisper , letting ellie place you back down. ‘for what?’ you grab her hands , the same way she did with you , smiling up at her. ‘for believing in me.’

she leans down n kisses you , cupping your face with her hands. you feel like you’re in a dream , butterflies swarming around in your tummy. ‘always my sweet girl.’

[bootycallin]

B(W)ETTER THAN ME !?

꩜ .ᐟ basically: vi hears from you that it's practically impossible for you to cum without having your clit played with, and guys never seem to find it to begin with. she takes that as a challenge.

cw: female reader with female anatomy. close friend vi. you can read this as modern au if you want, idfk. strap usage. doggy and then into another position idk the name of. manhandling. mentions of edging. petnames (doll, baby, etc.). overstimulation? squirting. very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. no plot just pôrn.

a/n; shoutout to my girls who are literally impossible to please without playing w they clit, we fightin for our lives over here. don’t expect a lot of pretty looking posts like this, i got excited. again, if any stuffs missing, pls tell me!! hope u like it…

NSFW UTC

"oh, really, doll?" it was an innocent conversation at first, you swore it was. you really don't know how it wound up with you bent over, face down ass up in your bed. your dearest friend, vi, right behind you. pounding into you. "it's frustrating," you said. "i can never cum from somebody just fucking me. no guy even knows that the clit exists either." you had been around vi enough to confide in her, even with your most intimate stories and complaints. what you didn't know is that by saying that, you inadvertantly challenged her.

"fuck, vi, wait--" you gasp, hand clumsily reaching behind you, feeling up her hipbone to her hard abs, glistened with sweat. "break. break. break." she had been plowing into you for what felt like hours now. realistically, it might only be a few minutes, but it's far longer than any other dude you had a fling with. for a second you wonder what the fuck she's eating to have this sort of stamina, because it sure as hell isn't human. "hurts?" she asked you, tone way too kind and sweet for the position she had you in. "no," you pant. "just... just gimme a sec--" it didn't hurt. quite the opposite-- it felt amazing. like nirvana except maybe ten times filthier. she was pounding you to cloud nine and back and gods, it felt good, but you still hadn't cum. right, she didn't play with your clit once. because she has to prove a point! she doesn't care how long shes gonna spend plowing into you with this goddamn strap, she wants to give you the best orgasm of your life, clit untouched. right now, for somebody that had never done this-- it was torture. a constant build-up, her tip repeatedly kissing the deepest places inside you until you felt like she was in your guts, rubbing against your slick walls, filling you up so good. it was too much, but not enough at the same time.

you didn't know, but she was being tortured too. she silently vowed to herself the moment she manhandled you onto your bed that she would not cum until you did. so, she's just sorta been edging herself for the past, like, seven minutes. may the higher lords of sex bless doggy, because were you to see her face right now, her ego would be destroyed. sweaty, red, nearly teary-eyed.

"want me to sto-"

"no," you answer just a tad too quickly. she cracks an amused huff at that, hands trailing up and down the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh.

"fuck- just- gh!-"

you didn't have to finish the goddamn sentence, because when you were about to, vi has your wrists in her hands, pulling back and slamming forward into you with a guttural growl. it’s harsher, it’s meaner, and it feels so goddamn good.

you don't even realize what's happening until your back presses against her chest. she pulled you up against her, hands still wrapped tightly together as she rut into you. with the closer proximity, her face buried into the crook of your neck. you could hear her panting, groaning, growling with every smack of her hips against yours. oh, and she could hear every little cry that came from you when she rut into that little spot you always found hard to reach.

oh, vi. shit, fuck, fuck me, yes. oh, she's gonna be dreaming about you for a while after this.

"viii!--" you whine, throwing your head back. there it was again, that heat bubbling in your stomach like a boiling pot, ready to boil over. it was stronger. far stronger. your head was fuzzy with the feeling.

"shit, vi-- fuck, fuck, fuck, i think i-"

"close, doll?" she growled. she just barely gives you the time to respond, shuffling a bit so she could angle her hips up, and oh-

"vi!" found it. head first (literally) ramming into that gooey, sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, the good old g. bet none of those guys were able to find it, huh, baby?

she growls into your shoulder when she feels your stubby little nails scratch at her lower abdomen, where she held your wrists back tight. you were close, she was close, she could feel it. perfect.

"vi, wait, shiiit!--" you cry out, but she's not stopping. it's too much to process, unlike anything you've ever felt before. you can feel the pressure building exponentially, your abused little cunt spasming around her cock, clenching so tight she nearly finds it hard to move if it weren't for the drippy slick running down your folds. it's strange, and for a second you're worried with the pressure building in your bladder, only to send shocks up to your clit.

"fuck, shit, it's weird, vi--" your head lolls back against her shoulder, jaw hanging open as you let out wanton cries and babbles.

"it's 'right, baby. jus' let go, come on..." she doesn't know if shes talking to you or herself. but she knows it works--

you finally cum with a dragged out whine of her name (that almost sounded like a scream, to be fair. she's surprised your throat isn't hoarse). you swear you black out for a second, vision going white as you feel like you explode into pleasured little pieces. and--

oh. oh.

the splashing of that milky, yet watery liquid, gushing all over her cock. damn, that's fucking hot. you should see yourself from her point of view. not only does she make you cum, she makes you squirt. vi takes that as enough victory to rut into you until she reaches her own orgasm-- which, to be fair, doesn't take too long since she's been on the edge of cumming for the past few minutes. she buries her face into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut. it still steals a few more whimpers and whines from you--and from her too, but she manages to hide them by biting your shoulder with a grunt.

too weak by both of your highs to keep upright, she ends up sitting back down onto the mattress, letting go of your arms only to wrap her own around your waist, cinching you two closer from behind. her strap has long since slipped out of you, leaving you dripping and empty, but ultimately satisfied.

"enjoy yourself?" you need a few minutes to come to and fro, blinking a few times before you see where vi is looking and look towards the direction, only to see the darkened, wet spot of your own making on you sheets. fuck.

"oh shit, that's--" you sound embarrassed, and she's quick to cut you off.

"it's fine, baby. just glad you enjoyed yourself." she chuckled. gods, she's so sweet when she wants to be. she runs her hands over your sides, kissing your nape.

"but you owe it to me, was that not the best orgasm of your life?" she whispers into your ear, her hand trailing down and down and down, until her ring and middle finger press against your twitchy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you.

"imagine what i could do playing with this pretty thing, though?"

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[cassieskitty]

⭑.ᐟ content warnings! mommy kink, implied age gap, thigh riding, breeding kink, use of a strap-on, strap-on referred to as cock & dick, use of pet names

mommy!gf!cassie who doesn’t mean to get so attached to you, doesn’t mean for any of this to happen, really, but she just can’t help herself. one bad shift had you curling into her lap like a lost puppy, and since then? all the older woman could think to do was take care of you. where that went from a hand on the small of your back or tossing a granola bar at you mid-shift, to a hand down your pants in the breakroom or her tongue in your mouth while she fucked you, she wasn’t sure. all she knew now was that you were her responsibility, especially since you’d croaked out a broken mommy while she’d been buried to the hilt inside you a few weeks ago. you were doing the same thing after a particularly bad shift, grinding your cunt helplessly against cassie’s thigh, simultaneously soaking her while you buried your face into the crook of her neck. “mommy, m- mommy, feels so good, so good,” you whimpered into her ear, digging your fingernails into her bare back. cassie held you tighter, one hand on your ass and the other around your waist, squeezing you in while you took your pleasure. “that’s it, sweet girl. you’re making your mommy so proud,” she coos. she smooths a thumb over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth. you wrap your lips around the digit as you continue to grind against her thigh, feeling dizzy from the pleasure. “such a pretty baby. you like riding mommy’s thigh, don’t you? all those cute little noises,” cassie hummed. you whined and gripped the crotch of cassie’s pants, rubbing your poor little pussy against her skin while you begged for more. cassie understood the request immediately, had already been ready for it—hence the plastic dick tucked away in her sweatpants. “lift your hips, baby,” she said, and you did, while she quickly slipped her bottoms off to reveal the familiar sight of her strap-on. it always made cassie dizzy fucking you like this, quickly reminded of the night you begged for your mommy while she impaled you on her dick. she should feel guilty for all this, for subsequently making you squirt on her cock or yell her name or suck her off while she used you for her pleasure, but she couldn’t resist the fantasy. besides, you needed this, right? that’s what she told herself, anyway, as she laid you back on the plush cushions of her couch and fucked you like an animal, pushing your knees into your chest as she plowed deep into your aching hole. “you’re such a slut, baby. all wet from your mommy fucking you? dirty fucking girl,” cassie groaned into your ear. you had that fucked-out look on your face, mouth open in a perfect O and eyes rolled back in bliss as cassie made you forget everything that was a bad shift in the pitt. “there’s a girl. bet you were thinking about this all day, huh? yeah? going all stupid on your mommy’s cock? s’okay, princess, i know exactly what you need.” within just minutes you were on the brink, whimpering “mommy, i’m so close, please, fuck me,” while cassie never let up. she pounded into your pussy like a woman starved, whispering the dirtiest things like “my pretty little whore” and “gonna get you pregnant, baby. is that what you want? want me stuffing you full of my kids?” the promise of being filled like that by your girlfriend was the final straw as you came with a loud scream, scratching her back while she fucked you through your orgasm. cassie slowed down when you finished, pressing little kisses to your ear then cheeks then jaw, and finally, your lips. she cupped your face and looked down at you with a small smile. “you did so well for me, baby. mommy’s so proud of you,” she whispered. “w- will you take care of me, mommy?” you whined back. cassie ignored the familiar tinge of guilt in her gut at your words, because there were more important things at hand right now then her conscience. “yeah, pretty girl. i will.”