#arcane drabble

Having never done this before you let her take the lead, guiding you through it. When her pants are down enough to free her the heavy, thick length of her cock slaps against her lower stomach leaving trails of pre cum over the happy trail.

At the sight of it your eyes widen a little, looking a little intimidated and that only makes her throb even harder. The head was bulbous, almost thicker than her actual shaft, red and angry demanding attention. "Stay still pretty... there we go that's my girl."

She taps the head of her cock on your awaiting tongue, letting the beads of clear liquid dissolve on your tongue to give you a taste. Her groan of need mixes with your happy little noise when taste her. Musky, salty, a little gross but that was kinda why you liked it...

Unable to hold back much longer, with one hand wrapped around the base she threads her other through your hair, feeding the tip fully into your mouth. "Wrap your lips around it- yeahhh just like that pretty fuck..." her own hand around her cock makes it look an almost... average size though its far from it. Everything about Sevika was huge, that much was clear with the way your jaw ached already.

As the warm, wet heat of you mouth envelopes her shaft, the veins throb and pulse as you experimentally suck, hollowing out your cheeks. "My god you're good at this..." she groans, hips twitching up with need feeding you more of her cock which you take eagerly even as you gag slightly.

With her encouragement you keep going, not worrying about gagging or getting messy as her hand guides your head, bobbing it up and down, up and down on her cock. Drool escapes leaking from the corners of your wide stretched mouth, dribbling down her shaft and gathering at the base- neither of you care.

Sevika had been waiting for so long, waiting for you to be ready. She promised herself if and when she ever manged to have you she'd hold out, manage to last longer than a few minutes though your sloppy, uncoordinated sucking was almost better than a woman practised and trying.

That was her downfall. Whatever you did it had her cock twitching in the warm heaven that was your mouth.

Holding back as much as she can her hips buck, desperate to fuck her cock deep down your throat though she's good. She holds back... until you look up at her with those glassy, teary fucked-out eyes.

As she lets go the salty, musky taste of her gets more pungent, trickling down your throat as you suck and swallow down as much as possible. Sevika fucks up into your mouth, keeping your head still as she drains her orgasm into your willing mouth. "Fuuuck pretty girl... such a good girl..."

Right then and there Sevika knew she was never letting you go. She'd take 1000 messy, uncoordinated blow job's from you with you looking up ather like she hung the moon over the girls from the brothel.

You were hers now. Whether you wanted to be or not.

stalker! Sevika, who briefly sees you walking out of a vintage shop while she’s running errands, and finds herself enamored at first sight with you. Following you for a good hour while you walked and walked, finally turning to some dingy apartment that looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.

stalker! Sevika, who learns your routine by the third week of trailing behind you, and you oh so naively, leading her to your work, your coffee shop, and your friend's place, until she gets it all down. By the second attempt to break into your place, she jumps for joy when the lock finally clicks.

stalker! Sevika, who takes your dirty and clean underwear for herself, and looks through all your shit, thinking about how good she'd treat you if you just let her. How she would never let you work a day in your life, and can give you a better place to live, if you just let her through?

stalker! Sevika, who finally gets the courage to talk to you when you're at work, bullshitting her way into an hour-long conversation with you, after lying about how she couldn't find a book about architecture. Her spine shudders, and when she notices the blush on her face when you begin to talk to her, she decides right then and there that she needs to have you.

stalker! Sevika, who spends weeks watching and planning until it's a late Friday night, and while you're walking home alone. She's cornering you, rendering you limp on her arm, and carries you inside her house, down to her basement, where she’s carefully replicated your room and bathroom.

"Shh, it's okay, bunny. I got you, I won't hurt you." She whispered, stronger's trailing down your limp frame, nose leaning down to smell the scent of honey and strawberry shampoo.

stalker! Sevika, who calms you down when you first wake up, fat tears trailing down your cheek as you're shaking in the room that looks so much like yours. She approaches you softly, and despite how shaky and scared you are, she calms you down, giving you all your favorite snacks and treats, until you are lying on the bed, softly hiccuping.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you ask, shakily munching on the salt pretzels while she's at the end of the bed, watching you.

Her eyebrows furrow, and she looks mildly offended, "No...I–I would never do that. I’m going to keep you safe, bunny.”

When she leaves, you feel the urge to cry, yet you don’t, falling asleep looking at the closed door, seeing her footsteps behind the door. An eerie calmness circles around the pit of your stomach, and somehow, you feel much safer in this faux room of yours than in your actual apartment. 

stalker! Sevika, who pays the deposit to move out of your apartment, and brings everything back to her place, under the pretense that you’re her girlfriend and that you’re sick.

She cooks you, every meal you like, with the exact food brands you like, nearly altering everything she eats. And you can’t help but feel really fucking good, and taken care of when she brings you clothing, and gives you food, and brings you the CD’s you want of every old movie you like to watch on repeat. 

stalker! Sevika, who always respects your space and never tries to touch, until you’re watching The Tenant and you crawl to her, placing your cheek on her lap, and she finally touches your face, hand patting your head. You fall asleep like that, the thick metal resting on your ankle, and she moves you, putting you in the position she always sees you sleep in. 

stalker! Sevika, who watches your sleep through the camera and one day finds you with your shorts to your ankle, fingers rubbing your puffy, swollen clit, while you suck on your fingers, rubbing yourself dumb. She watches you shake, back arching into the bed, while spit dribbles down your chin. It’s overwhelming, watching you and hearing your little whines, but not touching your pretty, soft skin. 

“Fuck,” she shudders out, hands traveling down her pants. She can only imagine how you’d cry when she finally gets to touch you. Her fingers circle her own clit, rubbing at the same pace your hands move, until her stomach tightens and she’s watching you cum with a tiny sob.

“Sevika,” You mewl, spine tightening, until you are clasping your thighs, slick pouring onto the sheets. Sevika, who cums at the same time as you, and spends a good thirty minutes watching you whimper softly, guilt painted on your face as you wobbly clean yourself up. 

stalker! Sevika, who falls asleep with you one night, while you’re watching some cliche action movie. You freeze, hearing her soft snore in your ear, and heat builds in your stomach as you turn your head, placing a soft kiss on her lips. You feel sick, but so so dizzy, so you push your lips on her again, until your tongue darts to her lower lip. You only stop when she stops snoring for a second, panicked that you’ve been caught.

stalker! Sevika, who WATCHES the tape of you kissing her, and nearly feels her heart leap into her ass, because her pretty bunny is so needy for her, and can’t help herself. So she rewards you with sweet treats you barely give yourself, watching you preen at her as you stuff yourself full, sometimes offering her some. 

stalker! Sevika, who nearly falls on her ass when she finally takes the chain off your ankles, and you corner her, asking her why she doesn’t touch you. You straddle her lap, whining and at her like a dog. 

“Why won’t you touch me?” You ask, hands cupping her chest, kneading the skin. Warmth spreads across you, and your hips buck against her lap. 

Sevika exhales sharply, “Bunny, don’t–I’m trying to be respectful.” Though she knows that’s fucking stupid, given the fact that she kidnapped you and stuffed you in her basement. 

You pout at her, taking off your spaghetti strap shirt, and she moves her head, as your boobs settle right in front of her face. “Please,” and Sevika is trying so hard to remain respectful despite always watching you sleep and wondering how your skin tastes in her mouth. 

stalker! Sevika, who finally breaks, and eats your pussy until you’re a sobbing mess, whining and whimpering while she licks your big puffy clit, groaning and moaning against the thick curly hair of your mound. She watches you cum on her mouth, disregarding her clothing, and crawling up to your face.

“F–fuck, that’s my good bunny, open your mouth.” She groans, putting half of her weight on your face.

You let her fuck your face, tongue tasting the tangy saltiness of her pussy, as you lap her clit, hips bucking into the air, because god, it feels so good and you’re nearly suffocating. “So good,” you whine against her.  A rush of pleasure curls against your spine while she uses your face, and you lie there, face all wet until she cums. 

You barely catch your breath, body all wrung out and sleep, before she’s opening your legs again, positoning herself until her clit is against yours, and she’s grinding down, making your pussies kiss in a mess of slick and spit combined. Overstimulation makes you cry harder, hot, fat tears down your cheeks, while your body is covered in sweat. 

“One more baby,” she coaxes softly, grinding harder, while your nails dig into her skin, “Does it feel good?”

And you try nodding, eyes fluttering open and closed, pleasure seeping into every crevice of your brain, until you can’t do anything but grind back on her. She smiles, “Aww, my bunny got too pussy-drunk to speak?” And she gets so mean and condescending, all the while praising you and calling you her sweet, bunny. 

stalker! Sevika, who finally lets you out of the basement and lets you sleep in her bed, but only if you don’t wear underwear. And every day, just hours before she goes to work, her hands snake down your thighs, fingers sliding into your wet folds until you meekly push her away and cry, telling her it’s too much. She kisses your tears away, so eagerly, bringing you to the edge of pleasure, leaving your clit swollen and puffy just before she leaves.

stalker! Sevika, who eats everything you cook for her, and makes you sit on her lap while you tell her about your day, despite not leaving the house. She listens to you ramble and ramble, then watches movies with you, until you’re too sleepy to move, and carries you into the room, taking off your clothing and tucking you in. 

ambessa medarda

Murmurs and laughter spread across the grand. A sea of sharp-dressed politicians and councilors, their voices filling the room. Ambessa Medarda was in her element, towering over most of the crowd. With her presence commanding attention without even trying. You, on the other hand, were left to hover at her side, your hand occasionally brushing against hers. So desperate for a small chance of acknowledgment. But as always, Ambessa's focus was razor-sharp. Her words spilling out in calculated precision as she discussed trade routes and alliances. It was as if you weren't even there. Like a ghost.

She didn't glance at you, not even once. It caused a sting in your heart as her disregard grew sharper with every passing second. You swallowed your frustration, telling yourself it wasn't personal. That you knew her well enough to understand this was her battlefield, her war to win, and her affection couldn't bleed through here. Still, it didn't stop the ache in your chest as her laughter rang out. It was so warm and inviting but it was directed at someone who wasn't you.

Countless hours passed by and by the time the last diplomat was shown out, your patience was wearing thin. You slipped into your shared quarters ahead of her, fuming silently. But when the door finally creaked open, there she was. Discarding her armor as her gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Come here," she rumbled, her voice softer now, devoid of its earlier sharp edges.

You didn't hesitate, the fight draining out of you the moment her arms encircled your waist. Pulling you flush against her. "You ignored me all night," you muttered, your voice muffled against her chest.

"I know," she admitted, her lips brushing against your temple as she guided you to the bed. "I hate that I have to. However out there, I'm a general. Here.." Her hands tilted your chin up, her golden eyes meeting yours with a smoldering desire. "Here, I'm just yours."

She kissed you slowly with passion, her lips lingering as if to make up for every second of neglect. How much you missed her lips on yours.

Ambessa’s lips crushed against yours with an intensity that stole your breath, her hands large and possessive as they gripped your hips. The need between you was palpable, her every touch sparking something wild in you. With a low growl, she hoisted you effortlessly, your thighs wrapping tightly around her waist. The cold press of her armor against your skin was a stark contrast to the searing warmth of her body, and it only made you want her more.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she rasped against your lips, her voice rough and dripping with hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip before she claimed your mouth again, deepening the kiss. She carried you toward the bed as if you weighed nothing, her presence utterly dominating.

“You’re the one doing this, Ambessa,” you breathed against her, your fingers tangling in her short hair, tugging hard enough to draw a soft groan from her. “I can feel how much you want me, right now.”

Her smirk was wicked, her lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck as her teeth scraped along your skin. “Oh, I don’t just want you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I’m going to have you, all of you.”

Your back hit the mattress, and Ambessa didn’t hesitate to press you down, her powerful body pinning you beneath her. The weight of her, the sheer strength in the way she handled you, made your pulse race. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as her voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Tell me, do you enjoy driving me to madness? Watching me lose control over you like this?”

“You’re the one who’s in control,” you replied, your voice trembling as her hands roamed your thighs, her thumbs digging into your skin to pull you closer. “You always are. Isn’t that how you like it?”

Her chuckle was dark and full of promise as her lips moved to your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Careful now,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. “Keep talking like that, and I might not stop at just kissing you.”

“Who says I want you to stop?” you countered boldly, your hands sliding over her broad shoulders, pulling her closer. The challenge in your voice made her pause, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a heat that stole your breath.

“Bold little one,” she said, her tone edged with a mix of warning warning and desire. Her hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly as she pinned you even tighter against the bed. "You're making it very hard for me to stay patient."

"Please don't," you whispered, your lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss.

Ambessa growled, before claiming your mouth again with a ferocity that made your head spin. As her hands roamed your body and her weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, the world outside her chambers melted away. Here, underneath her, you were hers. There was no place you'd rather be.

Her hands roamed your chest, strong and steady. When you tried to pull away to tease her again, she caught your lower lip between her teeth, stopping you in your tracks. "Stop with the teasing, darling," she murmured, her voice low. "Just let me show you how much little patience i have."

sevika

Smoky haze filled The Last Drop. It was as suffocating as it was intensifying, the crowd's cheers echoed through the bar as Sevika sat at her usual corner table. Her sharp eyes scanning the room. She was stoic as always, her posture a mix of casual confidence and barely restrained menace. You sat at her side, nursing your drink in silence. Silently hoping for even the smallest flicker of recognition from her. But she didn't look your way. Not once.

Instead, Sevika was all business. Barking orders to her lackeys and exchanging brief words with Silco's former enforcers. The air around her was heavy and her mechanical arm was gleaming under the dim light as she tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. It was like you didn't exist at all. While you knew this was her world and her job, it didn't make it hurt any less. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to let the frustration show on your face. Unfortunately you hid it horribly. Much to your distaste.

When the meeting finally ended, Sevika stood and stretched, her gaze finally landing on you. "Come on," she said gruffly, motioning for you to follow. You bit back the urge to snap at her, deciding instead to trail behind her as she led you through the winding corridors to her private quarters.

The second the door shut behind you, the shift in her demeanor was quick. "Alright," she said, her voice softer now, her lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Let me have it."

"Let you have it?" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You ignored me all night, Sev. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?"

She stepped closer, her warm hand curling around your wrist as she tugged you toward her. "Embarrassing, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of something genuine in her eyes as she leaned in towards you. Her breath warm against your cheek. "Didn't seem to bother you when you were sitting all pretty beside me."

"Don't start," you snapped, but your voice wavered as she closed the remaining distance between you. Her metal hand rising to trail a cold line down your arm. Her touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and she knew it.

"You're cute when you're mad," she murmured, her voice dropping lower as her lips brushed the shell of your ear. "But I think you're forgetting something."

"And what's that?" you shot back, even as your breath hitched when her warm hand slid to your waist, pulling you against her.

"That you're mine," she growled, her lips crashing against yours before you could respond. The kiss was searing, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. Her touch overwhelming as she backed you up against the wall. "I don't ignore you because I want to," she rasped, her lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "I ignored you because if I didn't, l'd drag you into my lap in front of everyone and let them know exactly who you belong to."

Your breath caught as her words sank in, her hands gripping your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around her waist, locking them together. "Sevika..." you whispered, your voice trembling as her mouth moved to your neck. Her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin below your jaw. “You're such a-"

"Say it," she demanded, her lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "Go on. Tell me how much you hate me right now."

You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair and tugging hard, earning a low growl from her. "I hate how good you are at this," you admitted, your words barely more than a breath as she bit down lightly, soothing the mark with her tongue.

Her laugh was low and dark, her breath fanning over your collarbone as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "You love how good I am at this," she corrected, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"Maybe," you conceded, your voice softening as she set you down gently, her hands lingering on your hips.

"Definitely," she teased, brushing her lips against yours one more time before pulling away slightly, her forehead resting against yours. "Now, let me make up for tonight in a more proper manner."

And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.

Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.

But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.

“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”

A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.

“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.

“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.

Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.

And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.

“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.

“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.

“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.

“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”

“Alright.”

“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.

“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”

“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”

And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.

“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .

It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.

“Too rough?”

“Never”

“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.

“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you

୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide

୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised

୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”

୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you

୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you

୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)

୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."

୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch

୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach

୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”

୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk

୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?” 

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else

୨ৎ “Atta girl.”

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist

୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness

୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more, 

୨ৎ “More?”

୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud

୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”

୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips

୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”

୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you

୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural

୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white

୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself

୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)

୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?” 

୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her

୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.” 

୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you

୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks

୨ৎ “You okay?” She’d ask

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you’d nod into her chest

୨ৎ “You need anything?”

୨ৎ “Mm-mm.”

୨ৎ “Can I clean you up?”

୨ৎ “No,” you’d mumble, “more cuddles for now.” 

୨ৎ And she’d chuckle, pulling you closer

୨ৎ “ ‘S always more with you…”