happy new years, i didnโt write as much as i wanted to, and i have soooo many ideas. how do yall do it๐ฟ
is there anything u wanna see from me? i only write women, but ill write any. mainly sevika and vi, clearly, but im very open. also are there any of my fics u want another part of? thereโs a few iโve intended to continue but wasnโt sure ppl wanted it.
i love hearing from anyoneeee, tags have some ppl iโd write for but thatโs all that could fit
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does anyone else notice when reading fanfics that some are writing a very surface level, generic story of someone kindaaaa like the character?? verses truly writing that character from dialogue, to mannerisms, behavior?? auโs r differentโฆbut you should still be able to tell who youโre reading.
warnings: grief, death, depression, lack of appetite, mention of jinxโs, and their parentโs death, hurt comfort
wc: 600, not proofread, dividers from @cursed-carmine
summary: little hurt/comfort drabble of reader grieving. no use of y/n, no body descriptors, implied female reader coz vi is gay duh, but used pretty gender neutral descriptions coz everyone goes thru everything
the weeks seem to pass by in hours. blurry, monotonous, dragging. youโre surviving by a thread Vi has single handedly kept woven tight.
youโve been through plenty in your lifetime in the lanesโ who hasnโt? we were never set up to succeed.
but grief? never.
evident in your eyes clinging onto light, sorrow deep in your soul bleeding out.
Viโs done this beforeโ grieved family, felt the loss within herself, their decayed flesh and blood taking a piece of her with them.
it kills her to see it on you; the same lost, wandering, dull sparks inside you, just as she felt at 15โ repeating when jinx slipped through her fingers once again.
you remember how she went quiet and kept going. how she seems untouched and crushed by the lossโ because sheโs done it before.
you havenโt.
not that you wish it happened earlier, but you never learned to grieve, cope, keep going through death.
you tell yourself not to feel sorry for yourself, Vi has it so much worse and sheโs stands tough, strong, bright.
and all you can seem to muster is a shower when she drags you from bed and a meal she brings to youโ half-eaten and nauseating.
Vi stays in bed longer in the morning and earlier in the nights. she lets you talk, stay silent, cry, repeat the same few sentencesโ failing to really process anything.
she lets herself cry about you tooโ she knows youโd rather see how real your feelings are in her own heart, rather than โstaying toughโ for you.
your grief takes her too.
her fingers mindlessly coil your hair around them, letting you focus on anything other than an ache that seems richer every few days.
she faces you, your eyes fall on her chest, feeling the warmth of her palm in yours.
โi wish i could tell you it gets better, but it doesnโt. it gets easier to live in, but it all aches the same if you let it out.โ Vi doesnโt mean to worry you, but she needs to be honest. you canโt expect to be the same, because you canโt. grief is life changing.
โyou seem so good at it.โ
โtime. and experience.โ Viโs voice breaks a moment, but it doesnโt get her.
โthey werenโt even..great to me. they werenโt around when they were alive. โ
โbut there was always a chance, yโknow? jinx couldโve gotten help, powder couldโve come back, even just for a momentโ but now they canโt change. thatโs why.โ
Vi is quiet while she finds the right words.
โpeople can change, get the help, do the right things, come back around. but death is permanent. and i donโtโฆno one is ever really ready to accept that someone they love canโt change.โ
pressure builds behind your eyes, but your too dehydrated to really cry. though your eyes stay red, puffy, and tired all the same.
Viโs thumb swipes the creases beside them, same as she would if you had tears left.
โdo you still think about your parents everyday? jinx?โ
โpretty much. sometimes itโs like theyโre trying to get my attentionโ big reminders of them right in my face. but more often itโs the little things. they stack up, feels like theyโre torturing you at times. you can find them in everything.โ
she cradles the back of your head and pulls herself in to kiss your head, temple, corner of your lips. โyouโll make it. itโll be easier. i love you, sweetheartโ
you wrap your arms around her waist, bringing yourself into her, face to chest.
cw - so basically my insert for kinktober #createmorethanyouconsume and her arm claw ngah (me biting it) chubby ! reader most likely insinuated, scissoring (again), blood, pure smut, okay maybe a little plot because i canโt write without it, okay definitely chubby!reader, femme reader, bush, always assume bush, mild praise, teasing if you squint, mama as a pet name for reader
wc - 680, not proofread, too high while writing so maybe itโs ass, iโll find out in a couple hours
idk if iโm back but enjoy still
silk snags behind your dress as metal drags over your back, soft clinks when she pulls the ribbon tying over your shoulders.
the slip falls to your hips, clinging to the curves. sevikas attention is divided, admiration spilling over every little thing; nipples hardened from being pressed against her ribbed pleaser, spots and speckles from sun placed sparatic on near every inch of you, the red stripes blooming over your hip, then thigh as she claws away your slip.
you pull sevika lower to steal her lips, teeth grazing that failed to drown out sevikas soft grunts.
your palms drag up her arms, squeezing the flesh, tracing the metal. you fumble to hook the thick straps of her pleaser; her shoulders shift, breaking from your flushed lips to pull the tank off over her head.
โshould i grab theโโ she interrupts you before you even look back at the dresser.
โno. i need to feel you.โ
denim roughs the plush skin between your thighs, pressing tauntingly against the mound of your panties.
you huff, quick frustration at the near pressure she promises, hips chasing friction when she pulls.
your body stings faintly from the claws marks surrounding you as her hands curl behind your thighs.
โUp.โ
she demands, you hop like itโs programmed in you.
she holds your legs on her hips and your arms hang around her neck as she walks you to the bed.
itโs only a few seconds, but it drags a dozen when you look down at her grey eyes, framed with creases of age, the arch of her lips, the glint of her teeth blinking when the bedside lamp hits them right.
she lays your upper down, keeping your hips elevated for a moment, plenty enough to peel the slick-saturated cotton off you. her long legs bring her upright to toss her boxers somewhere, then pushing herself back between yours.
her flesh shoulder hooks under your left thigh, hers over your right.
metal drags up, then down your side, dragging faintly through your pussy then spreading, slotting her own arousal perfectly against yours.
both hands pull to keep you tight against her, steel sinking into your side stomach, thumb dragging against your bush with each rut of her hips.
your eyes squeeze shut for a moment to feel everything, then her voice.
โyou okay?โ
you hear the curl of her lips; she knows youโre more than okay..
โmhmmโ lashes flutter open, brows furl, sheets tugged between your fingers. you focus on harmonizing your hips with hers, cunts kissing perfectly, in time with each of sevikas groans and pants, brows curled in what anyone would think was anger if you didnโt know her.
โso goodโฆyouโre doing good, mama.โ she mumbles but her voice is always sharp to your ears.
โa little more? pleaseโ
she slows downโฆyou huff in frustration.
she laughs, short, dry, pulling away a few strokes to watch your shared slick stretch between your bushes.
though, sheโs almost as impatient as you, so itโs hardly a minute before she gives you more, hard, medium paced strokes.
a near growl escapes her throat, hips stuttering- but only once.
her claw clenches, gears hissing and humming as the pressure pearls blood over your stretch marks, flooding over the gilded tips.
you feel the air of sex cool the barely hotter spots of red, stomach coiling tauntingly.
before she even thinks of denying your bliss, your hips already lock up, chasing or running away from hers- they canโt decide.
the sounds become wetter, lewd, followed by warm drips down your ass cheeks and into the comforter.
she comes apart in the midst of yours, rhythm disappearing while you share orgasms, moans echoing between our skin.
โfuck,โ her prosthetic thrums, like it ached from how tight she held me.
she relaxed her hinges, fixing your legs to fix herself over you, tasting your flushed lips.
โhm,โ she hums like itโs a conversation, you hum back like you agree.
she twists off her prosthetic, setting it off against the bedside, pulling you against her like she isnโt done yet.
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hey everyone. sorry i havenโt been writing. i have drafts and ideas but ive been a little stuck. i recently found out my dad took his own life, as well as my sister i never got to meet, years ago.
kinda just in a weird limbo/plateau. iโve never really had to grieve like this so i dunno
asks r still open, thank you everyone for all the love here and on my ao3!
just some thoughts enjoy or donโt. vika showing her age
older!sevika who texts like a dad whoโs always a little annoyed
โWhen will you be coming home?โ
โWhat do you need from the grocery store?โ
โNo. I did not touch your lotions again.โ
does it annoy you? sure. more than youโd admit, but itโs endearing, in a way.
sheโs often sore from her work, shoulder aching from holding up pound of her metal appendage, but she refuses to relieve it, insisting โItโs just apart of it; shows I worked hard.โ
so. naturally, you rub her shoulders whenever she lets you, offer her ibuprofen, even bought a electro therapy things for pain in hopes she wouldnโt want to waste the item. she only uses it if you put it on
in continuation, sheโs alwaysssss complaining about being in pain! mumbling but never doing a thing about it
โmy damn shoulder.โ โhmph. my back.โ wincing and grunting when she stands.
not a fan of crude pda. she loved to keep your close, a hand on your shoulder, hip, thigh, sweet, modest pecks.
sheโs pretty uncomfortable with hungry kisses and touching under clothes in public.
she doesnโt want others to see you like that; hers.
she can be a bit traditional in the best way. ladies first, opening doors, paying for most of everything.
she was a bit insecure at first with the constant โwhoโs the man of the relationship?โ questions, feeling like she needed to prove she was, but learned through a very hard-headed conversation on her end, that thereโs no โman of the house/relationshipโ because weโre women, youโre not here to receive the same treatment you would a man
steals your skincare because she โneeds it more than you.โ since youโre younger, she thinks you need zero extra skin products.
โThese serums are excessive, no? Your face is perfect.โ
dad-habits. very proud of her house work, naps close to you whenever youโre resting, dry jokes she doesnโt even laugh at; just cracks a proud smile.
likes to be close when youโre intimate, cradling your body wherever her hands could.
she needs to hold you up, feel your sweat bead on your soft skin and stick to hers
calls you โkidโ to really get on your nerves. youโre not that young! it kills you, just feels gross. she loves your sneering.
human furnace; runs about 20ยฐ hotter than u (iโm a human furnace and projecting)
she was definitely adventurous when you met, but was, and always will be a gentle lover
she handles others flirting with you well since she never sees them as competition, not when sheโs loves you the way she does
but when itโs someone your age? she flusters, the subconscious thought sheโs โweighing down your freedom and youthโ creeping back up.
so she follows you like a dog
doesnโt cook often but is very good at cooking very specific things. she knows her strengths. she makes the best soup when itโs cold in the lanes
she canโt really do hair โ one of the reasons she cut it โ her prosthetic makes it damn near impossible
but she managed a single braid a few times. itโs always a little loose, but itโs enough to keep your hair back
she hums apologies when the hinges of her metal fingers tug on your locks
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okay so weโre not even halfway thru august but like kinktober is basically around the corner and i donโt think i can write everyday, so what would u want to see so i can write some stuff ahead of time?
it can be specific characters with specific kinks, whatever ideas u have. i dont rlly write men tho so ๏ฟผ
also ships are welcome, doesnโt have to be x reader. could maybe perchance write tlou question mark???
lmk pretty pretty please im groveling on my knees for inspiration
warnings - drunk reader and vi, mentioning her lil depression room u know, smut, face sitting, oral vi receiving, lots of kissing
summary - pit fighter one shot people voted for!!! kinda silly sweet almost fluffy smut youโll see what i mean
a/n - i actually wrote something else entirely for this prompt but gave up coz there was too much story and i was struggling to transition into smut THATS THE HARDEST PART im good at story building, im fine at smut, but combining ๐ซฉ
enjoy tho
โsorry. โs a messโ she hides the embarrassment with peppered kisses down your neck, avoiding bottles on the way to her mattress.
hums, pathetic moans, breaths hot and damp against one anothers face; it drowns out the fighting outside her place, mutes the perpetual hum of smog-heavy machinery all through the undercity.
her bandaged hand fiery, exposed fingers electric against your skin; and theyโre all over. wherever she can reach, she has.
you almost donโt notice that the mattress is bare, stained, lazily covered with a blanket for some semblance of comfort. hardly.
itโs awkward, getting onto a mattress on the floor from a standing position, unwilling to let go. but you manage, stumbling on each other, sure she hit her head on the wall, drunken giggles exchange between glistening lips.
your teeth clash when she leans back in, your hands fumble with the ripped skinny jeans.
she pulls back, brows twitched inward.
โwhatโre yโ doinโ?โ
you mirror her expression.
โtaking off your clothes..? thatโs how sex typically works.โ
a barely annoyed scoff with a eye roll, resembling a moody puppy.
โyeah- but likeโฆi guess it doesnโt matter.โ she huffs between words โiโm usually the one doinโ all the- whateverโ
she sounds stupid, she thinks, shutting herself up with a kiss.
you work the jeans over her hips, thighs, not without struggle; the kiss grows sloppier as your focus shifts.
oh, commando.
your jeans fall off much easier in her hands, loose against your skin. you kick off the rest, knocking over a bottle somewhere.
โsorry.โ you giggle, she does the same.
your hands run up her arms, and you kiss her neck.
weird. it catches her off guard, waging an unspoken war for dominance- whatever she sees as dominance.
you didnโt want dominance, power. you just preferred giving.
just as she reached between your legs, you moved. you must not have even noticed.
you took her hips, attempting to put her on her back; youโre met with a brick wall.
you look up, confused.
she looks down, even more confused.
โyou make it really hard to eat your pussy, viโ
a breathy laugh, close enough it makes her muscles tense.
โoh. thatโs what youโre doingโฆ?โ
โwhat did you think?โ
โi dunno- i just assume you were a bottom. usually are.โ
makes sense.
โare you like, exclusively a top or somethingโฆ?โ
you canโt get a read on her, if she really doesnโt like this, or is just out of her comfort zone.
she doesnโt answer, and when she does, itโs vague, but enough. anything was enough.
โsounds relaxingโ she tilts her head, and before you can question, she ups and sit back against the wall, legs closed, guarded
โyouโll have taโโ
โright, yeah, coolโ
she opened up, but hardly enough. you lower your head between her legs, your knees off the mattress, against the humid, wood floor.
you look up as you get comfortable, sheโs flushed. nervous? embarrassed? excited?
โyou good?โ
โyouโre half on the floor, no way youโre comfortable..โ
you consider shifting but the mattress is a twin and the wall is against the long side. there are little options.
โyou could sit on my faceโ
she chuckles, a bark really. she thinks youโre joking
you pout sitting up, hardly propping yourself up
โhave another idea?โ
you donโt wait for clarity to hit her. you lay back, waiting expectedly. youโre sure you look comical.
โfuckinโ weirdโ but she moves, just hovers.
sweat and musk breathes into you, along with alcohol but that might be the room.
she doesnโt settle- fine. youโll ease her into it. her thighs can hold her, though.
you hold them beside your face, neck craning a few inches to taste her
โmmโ you hum, almost a coherent praise
you move one hand to spread her, tonguing her cunt like itโs fragile
you work slow, learning the flesh of her pussy, committing it to your tongues memory. sheโs not loud, but her sounds are so pretty. hums and breaths, good restraint.
โmy neck is killing me.โ
you pull back to rest it, saliva keeping you connected.
โum, do we need to do somethin different?โ
โyou need to actually sit, viโ you run an idle thumb over her slick
she hisses softly, the firm of your thumb pulling something deeper from the sticky flesh
โit doesnโt feel right. youโre gettin nothinโ he runs her fingers through your hair, bandages catching a few strands.
โlater. you can tell me what to do. iโm not trying to be in charge.โ maybe clarifying would ease her mind
โwhatโs that make me- a power bottom?โ
โyeah, i think. but i mean, i am under youโ
youโre amused; she rolls her eyes.
โso?โ
โso what?โ
โsit.โ
she doesnโt want to, sheโs not used to this and she thinks sheโll crush your face. but youโre adamant and sheโs sure her clit twitched when you squeezed her thigh.
so she settles, keeping a hand in your hair, unsure where to put the other.
โyou taste good. salty-ishโ you murmur into her cunt, lapping up to her clit, circling firmly
โgo slow. make it last a bit longer, hm?โ
you hum, slowing your tongue, flicking directly over her clit
โfffuckโ she cursed, tugging your hair, closer into her, if possible. your nails dig into her thigh, the other finds her free, unoccupied one, tangling your fingers with hers.
youโre greedy, insatiable, tonguing her cunt, sucking her clit, back and forth, lapping every new drop of slick like a starved woman
she grinds against you when you fill her; oh, youโre so pussydrunk. eyes heavy, hungry moans and mumbled vibrating her flesh.
her head falls back, eyes shut, head empty.
you know sheโs close when she clenches, even when youโre not inside, when you feel the pulse in her clit each time your lips wrap around it. you chase her orgasm, putting both hands on her hips to keep her down.
a little overstimulation wouldnโt hurt.
โfuck, fuck, fuck, faster- there, there- mmgh, like thatโ sheโs breathless, shameless moans, finally, thighs an inches away from popping your head like a watermelon; would be worth it.
you drink her up, gentle around her puffy clit.
โi think, like, everyone joint in my body relaxed.โ she breathes, blissful under- orโฆover your touch, licks, kisses.
you titter against her, kitten licks pick up the last of her orgasm.
โyouโll give me an egoโ
she twitches softly, moving off you when she feels itโs enough
she pulls your lips in for a sloppy kiss, tasting herself with a groan.
her fingers wander down your torso, warmth settling in your chest; she feels your dampness through your underwear
โin the morningโ you mumble between tongue-tangling kisses
โso youโre staying the night?โ
โtoo tired.โ
โhm,โ she agrees, thumb under the waistband of lace, forefingers rounding your hip, holding herself up on her free arm
your fingers tangle in her smudgy, black hair, reminding you her lipstick is likely all over you
you kiss lazily, pressed together with the alcohol still vibrating through your blood till you both pass out, limbs tangled, breaths mingling.
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okay guys im working on it. it kinda feels like a plain ending so im working on that while also getting sooooo much sevika inspo. definitely doing the caitlyn one -- questioning!caitlyn x established lesbian!reader me thinks.
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