chubbyfemme

─────── 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑬 !! 🍨 ♡ just a tiny little head cannon post since i haven’t been feeling the best this past week. i hope you guys like it (,:

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 ♡ loves to have you lay in her bed as she plays her games on twitch. she doesn’t get too many viewers, but she has enough of a fan base where she streams multiple times a week. & her fan base is very fond of you! they always ask how you are and what you’re up to even if they can’t see you on camera.

serivcetop!abby, bottom!reader, strap usage (r!receiving), pussy eating (r!receving), pussy drunk abby, overstim, free use (?)

𑣲men n minors dni

servicetop!abby slapping your pussy with her strap biting her lip at the way you whine, grinding against her.

“abbyyyy,” a desperate moan falls from your lips, “don’t tease!”

“mm teasing only makes you cum harder, baby”

servicetop!abby  who’s been fucking you for hours, pounding you into the mattress, your legs shaking around every thrust,

“i’m trying to stop.” abby chuckles, a fake innocence playing at her lips, “you just keep taking it.”

servicetop!abby  begs for “one more orgasm” her pussy throbbing at the sight of you fucked stupid nodding mindlessly for more.

servicetop!abby  who can’t even think of anything else when she’s eating your pussy. only letting out needy, guttural moans that send shock waves up your core. roughly pumping her fingers into her own cunt. the other hand gripping your leg holding you open while she devours your pussy. her tongue tracing tight flat circles across your clit.

servicetop!abby  not being able to pull herself off of your pussy until you’re screaming from the overstimulation, tapping her shoulders, and wilding bucking your hips.

servicetop!abby  who will fuck you anywhere, she loves being your toy. you hardly have to give her a look and she’s following you to nearest bathroom so you can do what you please with her.

servicetop!abby that gets an attitude and when you point it out she crosses her arms muttering,

𑣲men and minors dni !!

fingering, teasing, making out, squirt, sweat (low key)

a/n: been seeing a lot about butch arms lately so yea

you stare at your phone, watching the time slip past you by the numerical digit. a heavy sigh passes through your lungs and out of your mouth via an irritated groan. abby said she'd be over an hour ago, yet she's still at the gym. usually you wouldn't be so impatient, but tonight you are so horny.

it just isn't fair! you foolishly imagine abby gaining the ability to materialize into your room when, as if on queue, your phone buzzes. abby's calm voice beams over the speaker,

"i'm outside, come to the door baby. i'm all sweaty and gross, i need a shower."

"hmph." you grunt, "you've been gone for ages." you swing your feet over the edge of your bed, quickly shuffling over to your front door despite your annoyed tone. swinging open the door you're met with abby's grinning face, gleaming with sweat. the wispy ends of her hair sticking to her forehead jaggedly, the rest of her hair tossed in a loose ponytail.

"miss me?" abby kisses you on the forehead, but you don't move to let her in.

"what took so long?" a large frown cascades over your face.

"sorry babe, lost track of time..." abby crosses her arms, "forgive me?"

"hm." you huff, desperately wanting to hold on to what little attitude you had left, but you can't stop staring at how big her arms look. her skin is still flushed from the gym, vibrant even. long veins run along the sides, working overtime under her shiny, sweaty skin.

"i'll let you bite 'em if you let me in." a small giggle rings from abby's chest.

"ugh!" you flinch back in thinly veiled embarrassment, "whatever..." you let her in.

"awe, you can't be that mad!" abby takes you up into her arms, something she tries to avoid whenever she's fresh out of the gym. and you are so grateful she isn't showing that same restraint.

abby smells like heaven, the musk of her workout is utterly intoxicating. like salt, skin and a small hint of the non-scented deodorant she wears. you subtly burrow your face in her chest—or you think you do at least. you huff the smell of her boobs, dying to get as close as humanly possible.

"havin' fun?"

you realize you and abby have stood at your doorway for a while like this. much slower than her, you put two and two together; clearly, abby is letting you huff her scent. and even more so, she loves every second.

"y-you just smell good."

"mm, i like it when you're gross like this." abby's voice turns low, focused as her eyes bore holes into yours. "you like when i'm straight out the gym like this? is that why you get so antsy, hm? cause you're needy for me?"

"o-oh my god abby, please—" you start to protest, but before you can finish your sentence abby is lifting you back up and tossing you onto your couch in one swift motion.

"ooo i wanna hear you say that again." abby kisses you roughly, a stark contrast to her gentle hands. she slowly drags them over your boobs, kneading them carefully, rubbing circles over your nipples with nothing but the fabric of your shirt keeping you from what you really want.

you moan into her mouth, instinctively opening your legs for her. abby grabs your sides and slips her body underneath you, grinding your hips down on her. greedily she pushes her tongue into your mouth, groaning at the way you readily let her in.

you run your hands down to her arms, squeezing her warm, bulging biceps. abby chuckles into your mouth relishing in the way you're groping such a seemingly mundane part of her. the way that you crave every part of her gives her the craziest ego boost.

the both of you beginning to run out of breath, the kiss turns sloppier. the bucking of your hips growing more rapid, needier. you pull away, huffing,

"abby...please?"

"please what?" abby's eyes never leave your lips.

"abby..."

"awe, what's the matter, hm? you have to use your words to get what you want." abby drags out each word, the cadence of her voice virtually painful.

"you...know what i want."

abby gives you a fake innocent stare, the joy behind her eyes, palpable.

your face burns your heart hammering in your chest as you open your tired lips to breathe out the words, "abby...please fuck me."

"thereee we go!" cooing, abby slowly reaches under your sleep boxers, expertly finding your clit. the feeling of her warm hand makes you gasp before quickly sinking into the heavenly familiar feeling.

you watch the way the muscles in her arm flex as she swipes across the small surface of your now soaked pussy. an evil smirk paints abby's face as she moves her hand, earning a weak whine from you.

"don't worry cute girl, i got something better!" abby condescendingly chirps before ramming two of her thick fingers inside of you. you fall apart at the full feeling of both her index and pointer finger reaching the deepest part of you.

"fuck! oh my god... don' stop!" you fully relax against her, letting abby have full control over you. your pussy cries pools of arousal around the base of her fingers as she presses right into the neediest part of you, earning yet another erotic mewl from you.

"come on, baby, cum on my fingers..." abby hums into your ear. so sweet, so patient. she'll be here all night if she must. her thick arms are relentless, her veins now on an even fuller display as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you at perfectly rhythmic pace. each squelch of your pussy, wordlessly begging for more. every breathy moan erupting from your chest. every "yes" and "thank you," only pushes abby further.

OBSESSIVE LOVE!

summary: you gather up the courage to go to your love's apartment.. hopefully nothing bad happens..

contents: oneshot, smut, modern au, stalker!reader, very obsessive behaviors from reader, modern au, (attempted) clothes stealing, SAFE gunplay, dubcon, sevika is rough, dacryphilia, face fucking (underrated btw), breathplay, reader passes out

authors note: another from one of my other accounts. i also.. don't really like this.. it could be a way better but i can NAWT be bothered to try and rewrite this.

word count: 1.19k

if anybody else knew what you were doing they would probably be really creeped out. you don't really understand why though, it's not like you're a man, or a murderer. yet. you just love sevika, with all your heart. you know everything about her.

You Are Gorgeous, Baby

ellabs x insecure reader

cw: roughdom ellie, softdom abby; switch abby, sex while high, strap use, oral sex, praise kink, nipple play, spanking, slight choking, college au, friends with benefits.

wc: 2.5k

Swirls of smoke permeated the chilly air of Ellie's dingy studio apartment. The three of you were sprawled out on the leather couch in the center of the room, one of the few pieces of furniture she'd managed to buy after moving in last month. Thanks to the AC she'd opportunely installed, her place became your designated hideout from the sweltering July heat. You lay with your head in Abby's lap as she mindlessly played with your locks, gazing down at your blissed out face with a warm smile. Your eyes were following Ellie's hands as she was rolling another joint with her deft fingers. Entranced by her movements, your gaze trailed along her body: from the striking fern tattoo on her forearm, to her toned bicep, and, finally, her cute, focused expression. You unwittingly pressed your thighs together.

As Ellie finished rolling the joint, she brought it to her lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Hey, I want a puff too, Els!" you pouted, raising your head up from Abby's lap.

"You've had enough already; you're all heady, princess," Abby cut in, trying to get you to lay your head back. Unlike you and Ellie, she wasn't a big smoker.

Unheeding the blonde's words, Ellie leaned over you with a lazy smirk, parting your lips with her thumb. "Keep your mouth open, baby." She took another puff of the joint and crushed her lips onto yours, exhaling the smoke inside as her hand found your neck for leverage. Pulling away shortly after, Ellie hummed contently, taking in your now flustered expression.

Witnessing the whole scene, Abby rolled her eyes in frustration. Once the brunette was off you, she cupped your cheek with her large palm, giving you puppy eyes. "It's unfair, I want a kiss too."

Giggling, you lifted your head, rearranging your jelly-like limbs to sit in Abby's lap sideways, arms wrapped around her sinewy neck. You pressed your lips to hers slowly, the kiss staring out soft, but quickly progressing into a full-on make-out session.

The three of you had an odd dynamic. You'd met both girls when you started your sophomore year in college. Immediately hitting it off, you began hanging out as friends; although, from the start, the tension in the air was palpable. It all started when, one day, three months ago, you'd shared your first kiss with Ellie during one of your frequent smoke sessions. Next came Abby, sneaking a shy peck to your lips after walking you to your dorm. However, that was it; you haven't gone any further with either of them, stuck in this loop of casual make-out sessions.

Ellie placing her hand on your clothed knee, you jolted, pulling away from the blonde. Your eyes nervously followed the auburn-haired girl as she crawled forward between your legs, gently parting your knees with her hands. "Mmm, baby, you look so hot when you're all heady and pliant like this."

Heeding your anxious expression, Abby tightened her hold on you, giving the other girl a mean glare. "She has said multiple times that she's uncomfortable with anything more than kissing," the blonde snarled; she'd always been protective over you.

Ellie raised her hands up in the air defensively, the smirk fading. "Chill, I won't do anything she isn't ready for, of course," she sighed, eyeing your apprehensive expression. "But I'm curious... why? You always seem really into it until we try to initiate something more."

Nervously chewing on your lip, you trailed your gaze from one girl to the other. Why were you so anxious about taking it further? You really liked both of them, and, obviously, they were attractive as hell. In truth, you buried the reason deep inside you; it was the insecurities that persistently followed you after a few unpleasant experiences in your last relationship. You'd grown accustomed to comparing yourself to models, actresses, influencers; chasing unattainable beauty standards. How else were you supposed to feel? You felt like your body was just... wrong: the several belly rolls that appeared whenever you sat down, the stretch marks on your thighs, and your chest just wasn't perky like those models on Instagram. No matter how much the two girls seemed to adore you, you were certain they'd change their minds once they saw you naked.

"It's just... You guys wouldn't like me anymore if you saw me like that," you murmured to yourself, averting your gaze to the floor.

Confusion could be read on both of the girls' faces as they heard your quiet confession. Abby reacted first, adjusting her hold on you and gently cupping your cheek to make you look at her. "What do you mean by that, princess? Why wouldn't we like you anymore?"

God, you just wanted to vanish into thin air! You should've just told them you weren't ready, but no; now you had to tell them the whole truth and ruin whatever it is you had had. "I'm just not pretty, my body isn't pretty. I don't want you to be disappointed..." you muttered in a small voice, eyes returning to the floor as you awaited their reaction.

Ellie's hand gently squeezing your knee, your gaze darted back up in confusion. "I had no idea you felt that way, baby. Fuck, I really hate that you feel that way when you're this gorgeous," the brunette rasped, drawing mindless circles on your knee with her palm.

"Ellie's right, you're absolutely gorgeous. It's okay if you're not ready, but fuck, I just wanna... show you how beautiful you are, princess." Abby said with conviction, though her voice carried a hint of bashfulness.

"Show me?" you repeated shyly, not expecting such flattery.

Her hand trailing up to your thigh, Ellie moved forward between your legs, her face embarrassingly close. "Is that okay, babe? I and Abby here reeeally want to help you feel better about yourself."

Maybe it was the weed talking, but with Abby holding you in her lap, her gaze so understanding and loving, and Ellie being so close and forward, you wanted to give in. "Please, make me feel better..." you squeaked out, nuzzling the blonde's shoulder bashfully.

"Mm good girl, baby. Don't you worry your pretty head right now. Just relax," Ellie murmured, the familiar smirk returning to her lips. She leaned forward, gathering your hair loosely in her hand, before pressing her lips to yours.

At that moment, getting over her initial hesitation, Abby's large hands crept up your waist, dipping under the oversized shirt, until they squeezed your soft chest over your bralette. The blonde felt you jolt at her bold touch, pressing her lips close to your ear. "If you're uncomfortable, you can tell us, princess."

You kept quiet, expect for the occasional squeaks you let out whenever they touched you. Speaking of that, you felt Ellie pulling your jeans off swiftly, her palm suddenly coming down on your now exposed thigh, watching the flesh jiggle in awe. Before you could react, Abby threw your shirt over your head and deftly unclasped your bra with one hand, freeing your chest. Gosh, how were they so good at this? Fighting the instinct to cover yourself up, you tried to relax, but the persistent voices were still plaguing your mind.

"So fucking beautiful... Fuck, those tits," you felt Abby murmur against your neck, snapping you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. The blonde squeezed your breasts gently, occasionally pinching the sensitive nipples. All the while, Ellie spread your legs wide, trailing reverent kisses up your thigh, getting closer to your pussy, as she held eye contact with you. All you could really do with two hot mascs feeling up your pliant body like this, was moan and whine, feeling yourself get more and more wet.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, you didn't feel one of Abby's large hands trail down your body until she cupped your mound. "Damn, princess, you're all wet already," she groaned impatiently, dipping her hand into your useless panties to circle your clit.

Feeling the blonde's fingers on your already sensitive pussy, you let out a high-pitched whine, gripping Ellie's short hair to ground yourself. "Mmm... Abs, please!"

At that moment, the brunette glared at Abby, her fingers tightening on your thigh. "I wanted to have her first, you fucker!" Ellie nearly groaned, hooking one of her fingers under your panties to drag them down, leaving you completely exposed. For a few seconds, she just stared at your sloppy pussy, the way you twitched in response to Abby's movements, as if hypnotized. Letting out another groan, Ellie leaned forward, her lips connecting to yours in a messy kiss once again; all the while her slender fingers found your breasts, kneading them hard.

It's like you were on cloud nine, you'd never experienced something like that. Not only were the two girls, obviously very much into you, they were also literally fighting for you. You'd never felt more desirable, finally being able to relax.

You felt yourself get close from the pressure of Abby's fingers on your clit, but what really tipped you over the edge, was Ellie roughly pinching and tugging at your already sore nipples. "Come on, squeal for me, baby," she smirked. It was obvious she was a lot more sadistic than the blonde.

"A-Abby I'm close," you whined as you wrapped your hands around her forearm. With another particularly hard tug on your nipples, you let out a high-pitched moan, feeling the coil in your tummy snap.

Abby hummed contently, letting you come down from your high as she wrapped one arm securely around your waist, pushing the other hand's fingers into your mouth. "Here, taste yourself, princess," Abby smiled as you took her digits obediently, swirling your tongue around them. Releasing her fingers with a pop, she began pressing soft kisses to your neck. "You did so good, pretty girl. You can relax now."

The auburn-haired girl watched you two intently, eyes trailing down to your impossibly wet pussy. "Yeah, I don't think she wants to relax, yet. Right, babe? Besides, I haven't had my turn yet."

"Well, you're not getting anything, you were too rough with her anyway," Abby snarled, tightening her hold on you.

"I-I didn't mind," you muttered out shyly, meeting the brunette's impatient expression.

"Oh yeah? Then get her on all fours for me, Abby. It's my turn to have fun with her now," Ellie smirked, glaring at the bigger girl triumphantly.

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Ellie had left the two of you for a moment, rummaging through her bedside table in search of something. She grinned as she found what she was looking for— her trusty 7-inch purple strap. Swiftly unbuttoning her washed-out jeans, she slid them down with her boxers, securing the strap at her hips. She'd come back to find that Abby had stripped off most of her clothes as well, only leaving her boxers on as she sat in the same spot on the couch. Then, her gaze zeroed in on your form, and she felt a grin raise to her lips; you stood there on all fours, with your back arched, just as she'd instructed. Scrambling onto the couch, the brunette grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them wide. "Fuuck, gonna ruin this hole, baby. Don't even need lube, you're dripping."

Feeling the tip of her strap poke your entrance, you whined, pushing your hips back into her. Your gaze met Abby's as she set in front of you quietly with her hand down her boxers, her beautiful perky tits on display. If it weren't for the weed clouding your mind, you'd probably feel super embarrassed at the depravity of the current situation, but alas.

Not wasting another second, Ellie easily slid the shaft right in, making you lurch forward right into Abby's clothed crotch. As the brunette pounded your poor pussy from behind, gradually increasing her pace, you tugged on the band of Abby's boxers with your teeth, giving her puppy eyes. "W-wanna make you feel good, can I?"  

The blonde damn near melted at your words, feeling the heat rise to her face; you were just so sweet! She quickly slid off her boxers, positioning her pussy right in front of your face. Immediately, your mouth latched onto her engorged clit, feeling the hairs of her neatly trimmed bush tickle your face.

"Fuck, princess... You're doing so good, pretty girl," Abby groaned, pushing you further by the back of your head.

"Well, aren't you two having way too much fun there?" the auburn-haired girl chortled as she began snapping her hips against yours rapidly, smacking your right ass cheek a few times. She harshly gripped the supple flesh, jiggling it in her hand. "Can't believe you are insecure about this ass, babe. It's so fucking sexy."

Feeling the sharp spanks on your ass and the now brutal pace the girl behind you had set, you whined and moaned right into Abby's pussy, sending pleasant vibrations through her body.

"Princess, f-fuck... I'm close, please keep going," the blonde groaned, keeping her gentle hold on your hair.

"What? Can't even last five minutes, Abby?" Ellie jeered, eyeing the blonde as she smacked her hips against yours with no mercy.

"S-shut up, she is just too good at this," Abby gritted out, tightening her grasp on your locks as she reached her peak, letting out a low moan. "Mmm, princess... "

Before you could clean Abby up with your tongue, the girl behind you swiftly grabbed you by the neck, pressing your sweaty back to her front. "Come on, baby. Focus on my dick now... I know you're close too. Swear, I can fucking feel you squeezing me."

Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as you felt Ellie's hand tighten around your neck, her strap sinking in and out of you unrelentingly. "Els, please! I-I'm coming!" you squealed out, your hole fluttering against the shaft as you felt a wave of intense pleasure overwhelm your body.

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The strap discarded on the floor, the three of you sprawled out on the couch wearily, totally spent. Ellie lay on her back with her head in your lap, your fingers playing with her locks absentmindedly, while you slumped against Abby's shoulder, her sinewy arm around your waist. The blonde was the first to break the deafening silence. "Well, that was... Intense. But you did so good, pretty," Abby hummed, pressing an affectionate peck on top of your head.

"Yeah, and if you ever feel insecure again, you have us to help you... regain confidence," Ellie chimed in, looking up at you with mirth. "Seriously though, you're beautiful, baby," she continued, her deft fingers encircling your forearm to connect her lips to your wrist softly.

You were truly in heaven. The pleasant buzz of weed still making you all relaxed, the sweet words and kisses from the two girls. Gosh, you just felt so ridiculous then, for putting it off for so long because of your insecurities...

"So... how about another joint?" Ellie suddenly asked, grinning up at you two.

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˖ ݁ ── content warning ﹕ religious&cultist!abby, vulnerable&naive!reader. dead dove, do not eat. heavy dubcon, primal (i’m genuinely losing it i ♡ primal) psychological torment, religious psychosis, slapping, fingering, squirting, strap usage, degrading, abby is written as evil, i don’t care if that upsets you. it’s fiction, get over it !!!!

word count ﹕ 2.4k

♡ 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑛 ﹕ the long awaited part two is here !! i hope it meets everyone’s expectations . . it definitely met mine . . but maybe i’m biased. i am nervous because i feel the first was really good , but i think this sums it up well ? i dunno. anyways !!! enjoy my sweethearts ,, also proofread-ish . . also rushing to repost this !!!! ….

the clock ticks, the distant hum of the ceiling fan breaking the eerie silence. summer has almost reached its end, the heat turning into a comfortable warmth.

every day that passes is a quiet testament to your life now that you’re permanently living with abby, and you've grown habitual to the way things must be.

abby’s obsession formed into something far more profound, something depraved and twisted. what was once a small, dedicated spot where she would religiously sit by has now turned into a shrine that occupies every single room. as a result, the house carries an ominous, anxiety-inducing feeling that leaves you nauseous, truly convinced that something terrible is going to happen.

a list of expectations, a forced understanding that while she is out, you will meet her wants and needs. because you know what will happen if you fail, each punishment significantly worse than the last.

you hear abby’s car engine come to a stop, the doors shutting with a muffled thud. you’re in the kitchen, preparing her favourite meal, table already perfectly set. vanilla candles twinkle against the walls, a small basket of homemade buns sit fresh next to the vase of roses.

the front door opens, then closes, abby’s voice echoing through the foyer. ‘i’m home. mm, it smells amazing in here.’ she slides her robe off and hangs it up, placing her bag nearby. when she enters the kitchen, you smile and turn to face her, plates in hand.

‘m’so happy you’re back.’ despite the hurt and the constant, unwavering hypervigilant state you’re in, you’re happy, and you tell yourself that you’re safer here.

‘awh, you cooked my favourite meal? my perfect little housewife.’ you internally recoil at her words as you set down each plate, ‘housewife’ . . so degrading and objectifying. you swallow the lump forming in your throat, flinching slightly as abby’s large hand cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss.

‘were you good today? did everything i told you to do?’ you nod, looking up at her with your big, innocent puppy eyes. ‘i even organized your office.’ you smile, and for a moment, you can see the light flicker in her gaze.

‘did you go through my desk?’ you shake your head quickly, trying to revert the conversation. ‘n-no. you had many papers on the ground so i stacked them, vacuumed the rug, and dusted the bookshelves . . m’sorry, i know you hadn’t told me to . .’ her thumb rubs against your cheek, her lips planting a kiss on your forehead. ‘as long as you didn’t look where you weren’t supposed to. let’s eat.’

she pulls away and takes a seat, finally letting out that quiet, held-in sigh in relief, replaying the horrific scene in your mind of her anger being so intense, you were inconsolable for weeks. you have learned to catch her changes in expression, specifically with her eyes. there’s a kind of darkness that invades them when something even slightly shifts her mood, and if you don’t catch it, the promise of tomorrow is uncertain.

‘this looks delicious.’ her words pull you back to reality, prompting you to take a seat as well. ‘i hope it’s as good as it looks.’ you grab a napkin and place it on your lap, waiting for her permission to begin eating. ‘let’s pray.’ she closes her eyes, the flames illuminating her features.

the prayer starts simple, expressing gratitude and thankfulness for the food that you’re both fortunate enough to eat. then, the room gets colder, feeling like the shadows in every corner are growing larger. her words shift from recognition to the subject of idolatry, thraldom, and death.

you know better than to speak, move, or to interrupt when she is deep in her invocation. you don’t dare to open your eyes, fearing what she might do if you aren’t given sanction.

‘amen.’ that simple, practised word that you’ve grown to be repulsed by, rolling so calmly off her tongue. you open your eyes, forcing a soft smile.

after dinner, you’re left to tidy up as always. you scrape the excess food into the trash, placing all of the dishes into the sink. you turn on the tap, the water heating up rather quickly. your gaze fixates on a small crack in the backsplash, your hands unknowingly beginning to burn.

it isn’t until they’re red and irritated, stinging from the hot, boiling water that you snap out of your trance. you wince, stepping back from the sink.

craving pain is something that you find yourself often feeling, chasing that addicting high whenever possible. the rough, merciless torment abby inflicts on you is a different kind of love, always soothed by a gentle, tender touch shortly after. it’s nothing like your fathers unforgiving kicks or punches, every hit delivered with sickening desire. it’s no surprise you mindlessly fall victim of self inflicted wounds.

†‪

night fell quickly, swallowing the hazy orange sky. a chilling fog stuck low to the ground, the house creaking now and then.

there you sat, curled into the soft armchair in the corner of abby’s office, a book resting on your knees. religious candles are lit in unnecessarily large rows, a soft hum vibrating in abby’s chest. what should be a comforting silence is a constant need to glance her way whenever your gut feeling starts to rise, analyzing for any shift in energy or change in her posture.

‘what did i tell you about staring?’ her eyes don’t lift from her paper, focused intently while simultaneously acknowledging you’re looking at her. ‘sorry, it won’t happen again.’ god does she hate when you mumble.

her tall, muscular frame rises from her chair, which shifts your attention immediately. ‘i’m going out for a smoke,’ she raises her hand, tracing lightly over her arm, the same spot she burned you the first time you met. your brows furrow, reliving the pain for a brief, fleeting moment.

‘you’re gods weakest.’ her chuckle makes your stomach churn, the noise nauseating. she vanishes out of the office, leaving you in a deadly, intimidating silence.

your hands tremble, legs struggling to hold you up. the way she easily finds her way under your skin, forcing you to relive your trauma by the simplest, subtle actions. you want to cry, scream, do anything to soothe the anger you feel that you’re punished for it not suppressed. then, you look over, stopping for a moment.

‘did you go through my desk?’ her words replay in your mind, re-envisioning the way she looked scared, the colour draining from her already pale face. you walk toward the door, peeking your head out. the porch light is on, you’re alone, this is your chance.

her desk is cluttered by a concerning amount of passages written by her, framing her devotion as some special gift from god himself. the top drawers are filled with pens, pencils, you sigh in confusion.

‘what are you hiding?’ you whisper, sitting down to glide your hands underneath the wood. your fingers feel around, eventually finding something, a button. its flush, engraved into the wood, but it sinks in deeply whenever you touch it. you press it, a hidden compartment sliding out. your eyes widen, a taste of utter disgust lingering on your tongue.

missing posters lay there of a young girl, one you recognize from the memorial held by local priests—who ‘mysteriously’ vanished on her way home from church. and next to it, teeth. hair. bloodied weapons. photographs.

‘what are you doing?’ you freeze, like a deer in headlights.

‘speak up.’ abby’s gaze is heavy, like she’s tearing through your flesh. you try to speak, but nothing comes. your throat feels raw and dry, like someone ripped your vocal cords straight out. her knuckles turn white. devilry dimming the very little light in her eyes.

‘i said speak up.’ she doesn’t yell, she doesn’t have to. it’s the calmness in her voice and body language, that’s what’s frightening.

there it is, a familiar burn filling your chest. it’s hard to breathe, like every breath is simply not enough. tears prickle the corner of your eyes, and you fight not to let them fall. her chuckle breaks through the air, momentarily freezing every emotion coursing in your veins.

‘you’ve been here for five months now, and you’re still the most disobedient, intractable little slut you were when i met you.’ she abruptly steps forward, smiling wickedly at the way she makes you jump. ‘look at you.’ you’re halfway off the seat, holding eye contact while tears stream down your flushed cheeks. ‘you’re so easy.’ she taunts. her feint is what pulls you to your feet, your heart beating harshly against your ribcage.

‘abby- you’re,’ you choke, ‘you’re scaring me . . why is this stuff in your drawer-’

her demeanour has completely warped into a horrifying, unidentifiable version that you didn’t think was possible. a stillness settles within the room, her expression blank, pupils blown. you stand up, trying to shift toward the door, provoking her to move instantly. you begin to run, somehow missing her attempt to grab you, unaware of what you will do once you’re out. you bolt to the entryway, twisting the handle on the front door. it doesn’t budge, the deadbolt still on.

rough hands grab you, thumbs digging into your skin. ‘told you not to look in there lamb.’ you’re now on the floor, writhing under her. ‘let go!’ your voice cracks, struggling against her weight. you somehow twist your leg free, kicking her harshly. you manage to get her off, taking the chance to scramble to your feet once more. you collide with the door, fidgeting with the locks until eventually, it opens, revealing the midnight sky and cold breeze.

the porch is cold on your feet, only the bottom of your socks separating you from it. your legs move faster than you can think, the moon casting a glow across the field. you look back, abby’s figure already closer than you can comprehend.

‘oh this is fun.’ you bolt toward the forest, your white dress tracking up dirt. the fallen sticks and rocks dig into your soles with every step, sharp thorns tearing at your skirt. the mud is wet and frigid, but your adrenaline makes up for it.

‘you can keep running, you’ll give up eventually. you always do.’ a frightened sob escapes your parted lips, jagged branches slicing into your bare arms. blood pools from the small wounds, dripping down in slow, gradual red drops that stain the dry, dusty earth beneath you.

a hidden log hits your shin, causing you to fall face-first into a pile of leaves, mud soaking the white fabric that clings to your body. a breathless cry of desperation is the first thing abby hears, her silhouette looming over you like a shadow.

‘dumb little thing.’

she crouches down, snaking her fingers through your hair, pulling tightly. ‘going to teach you what i should’ve a long, long time ago.’ she flips you over, pinning your arms above your head. ‘abby- please don’t- don’t kill me, please-’ your chest heaves, your sobs falling on deaf ears.

‘kill you? and why would i kill a pretty girl like you?’ she squeezes your cheeks, pushing your lips into a pout. ‘i had to kill her, i didn’t have a choice. but you, you’re just a little corrupted, that's all.’ her hand releases from your

, finding your hip, lightly tracing your curves.

‘i’ll do anything- please, abby-’

‘anything?’ you nod, ‘anything.’

you’re abruptly turned onto your stomach, face pressed into the dirt. she lifts your hips, sliding your stained skirt over your ass, resting it on your lower back. her thumb presses against your clothed cunt, provoking a gravelled whine out of your sweet lips. you’ve soaked through the fabric, subconsciously pressing yourself into her.

‘you’re soaked.’ you mewl as her hand meets your ass, your panties pushed to the side, revealing your drooling cunnie and twitching clit. ‘abby-’ you gasp, crying out as two of her fingers force themselves into your needy hole.

‘take it, i know you can.’ you’re ashamed at how pathetic you are, the way your body is betraying you. maybe it's the thrill, the excitement of being chased, pinned down, used for vile pleasure.

‘feels good doesn’t it?’

‘please-’ you mumble into the dirt, losing your strength to hold yourself up. ‘please what?’ you wiggle your hips, her fingers coated with your pitiful mess. ‘i know you’re close. can feel you getting tighter.’ she steadies your hips, adding a third finger, stretching you out completely.

‘ngh- s’too much! abby-’ you try to reach for her arm, but the harsh sting against your bare skin urges you to pull away quickly. ‘shut the fuck up and take it.’ she hits your sweet spot over and over, a sudden, unexpected gush catching abby off guard. your thighs shake, eyes rolled back, babbling out the prettiest moans.

‘filthy girl.’ she removes her fingers, landing another harsh slap against your flesh. ‘mm!’ her hips push up against you, the outline of her cock grazing your sensitive pussy. her belt is undone within seconds, the leather warm on your wrists. ‘so you don’t fight it.’

she unzips her pants, pulling the silicone out of her boxers. ‘this is for being an ungrateful whore.’ a fractured cry breaks through your mumbles, her thrusts unforgiving and lethal.

‘convince me you’re sorry.’ she gives you no chance to adjust, your tummy bulging with her length. ‘m’sor-ry . .’ you hate that it feels so good, so right. ‘you can do better than that.’ she taunts, staying the same, agonizing pace.

‘m’sorry- abby- i should’ve- listened- mmph- to you-‘

‘and?’

‘and- you’re what’s good for me- m’nothing without- you- m’sorry for snooping . . for- looking through- your things . . mmh!’ your sobs break through each word, heat building up in your core.

‘tell me you need me.’ she leans forward, wrapping her hand around your neck.

‘i- need you- only you . .’ your throat burns, her grip is anything but kind, cutting off most of your air supply.

‘that’s right. i’ll fix you baby, make you perfect.’ a sour taste consumes your mouth, your lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. she releases her grasp, leaving you gasping for air.

‘you’re nothing without me.’

what happened to the soft cute fluff fics of sevika?? Or the fics where she has a coochie????

Like what’s up with all the rough mean smut and the g!p sevika, like I don’t want to be called a slut or a desperate bitch every fic I read 🫩

WHAT ARE WE DOINGGGGGUHH?!!?!?!!?!

STILL AWAKE

pairing: fwb!abby x reader

word count: 5.1k

synopsis: being forced to analyze and interview your college's rugby team, you quickly grow a mutual hate for the captain and discover a hidden tension that snaps (literally just porn with minimal plot)

cw: college au, switch!abby, switch!reader, porn with plot, hate fuck, oral sex, r!receiving, abby!receiving, fingering, hand obsession (?), hand riding, face sitting, slight choking, demanding (?)

mature content: minors and men DNI!

(pictures from pinterest and tumblr)

~

Your phone illuminates a bright light as it buzzes on your nightstand, snapping you out of your unresolved grogginess.

Abby fb

Hey, you still awake?

You immediately rolled your eyes as you read the message, checking the time subconsciously, seeing that it’s just past midnight.

Abby Anderson, the captain of your college’s rugby team. The two of you met when your journalism professor assigned you a semester-long project surrounding women’s sports on campus, forcing you to interview and observe her team. It didn’t take long for you to find out how much of a hard ass she was, especially when it came to her team. She was strict when it came to meeting times, when you were allowed to watch them, what she permitted you to write about, and which of your questions were acceptable. Her childish groans and eye rolls anytime she saw you approach the field during practice grated underneath your skin. Her snarky remarks and annoying, monosyllable answers to your questions drive you up a wall. And she knows it. It was a mutual dislike toward each other, and neither of you were trying to hide it.

It wasn’t until you had to meet with her outside of practice for an interview that an unknown thread snapped between the two of you. It felt like a blur; the pushing and shoving, the aggressive sloppy kisses, the gasping and swearing into each other’s mouths, her hand shoving into your pants. Even now, you can’t remember how it happened, or how it resulted in her texting you every time she needed to get laid for the past month. Or how you could never get yourself to say no to her.

You could just ignore her message. You should ignore it. Break the seemingly endless cycle of late-night hookups and relentless hostility. But would ignoring her make the verbal sparring worse? Would she be even more argumentative – if that’s even possible?

no. it’s late abby.

Yet you still texted me back

Her smugness immediately lights a fire in your chest like a furnace. Irritation floods your body which only becomes evident by a heavy exhale through your nose and blank stare at the water stains in your ceiling. How could a person be so aggravating and smug yet always get what they want? Why do you always give her what she wants? Regret fills your stomach from even looking at your phone. She knew you’d respond. Hell, who are you kidding? You did too.

Come over

i’m in bed. i’m not leaving in the middle of the fucking night           

Then let me come to you

Memories from your past impulsive nights flash through your mind in a dizzying montage. The shame from wanting her gnaws at you like your molars gnaw at your cheek. You can’t get the thought of her hands out of your head; her veins like lightning under her skin, her fingers thick and methodical, the callouses that press into your thighs when her head is between your legs. You press your thighs together under your covers as you desperately try to stop yourself from saying yes. She’s torture, humiliating torture. You should say no, tell her to fuck off and go to bed, but you can’t deny the throbbing ache from thinking of her in your bed. Her mouth and hands knowing exactly what to do and how to—

You’re thinking about it

Fuck.

whatever    

That a yes?

just shut up about it     

Cute. I’ll be over in 10

Fuck.

~

A harsh knock echoes through your apartment, cutting through the quiet ambiance that used to linger. You shuffle toward your door in PJ shorts and an old tank top, rubbing your eyes as you navigate through your dark living room. When you open the door, you find Abby planted comfortably with her hands in her sweatshirt pocket. Her height and build never seize to amaze and intimidate you. Freckles dust over the bridge of her nose, spilling onto her cheeks which mixes with a pink hue from the brisk night air she’s standing in. Her dark blue eyes looking at you as if you opening the door was the same as her finally reaching the counter after waiting in line. She’s truly gorgeous, which only makes your attraction to her more irritating. Her smug face painted with narrow eyes and a slight smirk meets your stare.

“Well don’t you look adorable,” a sarcastic chuckle leaving her lips, looking you up and down.

“You’re so annoying,” you say in a groan, rolling your eyes and pulling her in by the fabric on her chest.

She instinctively slams the door behind her as she stumbles inside. You crash your lips onto hers, not giving her a chance to say anything else that could make you regret this even more than you already do. Her hands immediately grab your waist to press you against her body, the warmth radiating from her makes her scent wrap around you. It makes you unsteady. Her slightly chapped lips glide across yours with expertise. She kissed you like her hunger was insatiable, not like the usual agonizing teasing she puts you through. It’s different this time. Like she’s been waiting too long. Even though you were in her bed two nights prior. She needs you, craves you.

Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her face down to feel her closer. She shoves her tongue in your mouth making you gasp. Her hands roam to your ass, a slap to your right cheek makes your gasp turn into a quiet moan against her tongue. Feeling her against you as she explores your mouth sends you into a frenzy. She’s good at this. She’s always been good at this. Heat rises through your body to your cheeks, you swear you could melt into her if she pulls you any closer.

“You’re easy tonight,” her words spill from her grin like honey, filling your mouth with the sugar of her voice that tasted like vinegar. She lightly bites at your bottom lip, tugging at it and letting it snap back into place.

The whimper you let out is almost humiliating, the noise revealing your desperation to feel her skin against yours. You’re scared to open your eyes. To see the satisfaction on her face from the pathetic sound you made. But when you did, there it was. Her grin. Her goddamn grin, knowing she won the battle between hatred and lust inside of you.

“Fuck you,” your attempt to sound harsh fails as it comes out shaky.

“Soon,” her voice dripping in pride from how she affects you. She knows she’s the best you’ve had without you even having to say it. She knows she can get away with whatever mocking line she gives you. And most of all, she knows how much it makes you want her more.

Her hands grip the back of your thighs to lift you to cling around her waist. You connect your lips again as you tangle your fingers in the lingering waves that remain from the braid she surely wore earlier that day. She doesn’t waste time taking you to your bedroom.

The dim yellow light of the lamp on your side table spills onto Abby’s skin, casting shadows against her face, creating harsh lines that make her features stronger. It makes her look more intense, more intimidating. She drops you onto your bed causing you to bounce onto the edge. You’re eye-level with her abs, not being able to see them because of her sweatshirt. Frustrated, you grab the bottom of the fabric and shove it upward to expose her toned stomach. You’re too distracted running your hands along her sides to notice the condescending chuckle that escapes Abby’s lips as she looks down at you. She quickly pulls her sweatshirt and shirt over her head, throwing them to the side.

You plant warm kisses along the contours of her stomach, her skin burning into your tongue. Her hands venture to your hair, raking them through the sides to hold it back. She groans from your touch as you bite and scratch at her muscles. You look up, your eyes locking on each other. It’s hungry, wanting. Her head falls back with a low hum as you lick a long stripe up the center line of her abs.

“God. Your tongue,” her voice like velvet.

A smile creeps from your lips onto her skin. She tips her head down to look at you again, one of her hands grabbing your chin to look up at her. Both of your chests heave from how breathless you’ve made each other.

It’s a moment of acknowledging what you’re doing. Knowing you’re – yet again – in the position that contradicts how you feel about each other outside of your bedrooms. Maybe it’s just you. Maybe it’s just the sleep depravity that’s making you foggy. But you could almost feel a mutual understanding of how the other is feeling. Any lingering antagonistic thoughts you once saw across Abby’s face vanished. You weren’t sure how long this moment would last, so you did the only thing you could think of: freeze.

Her thumb slowly drags against your bottom lip as her gaze flickers from your mouth to your eyes. Your tongue peeps out of your mouth to meet the rough pad of her thumb, swiping across it and coating it with your saliva. She takes the opportunity to enter your mouth, allowing you to suck on it.

Her eyes lock onto your lips. Her mouth parts slightly, almost like she forgot she has control of her face. She’s too enamored by you. Your motions. How your eyes look up at her with your teeth grazing the bottom knuckle.

Fuck, you love her hands, her fingers. The feeling of her thumb grazing the back of your throat as the rest of her hand cups your chin intoxicates you, not being able to think straight. You begin to suck harder as your eyes flutter shut, wanting to savor the feeling and taste of her thumb. And as an attempt to erase the thought of whose thumb is in your mouth. The slight salty taste mixed with the taste of her nearly makes you drool.  

You want more; grabbing her hand, you guided her to replace her thumb with her pointer and middle fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around her fingers as she pushes them further into your mouth. The feeling sends shivers down your spine, eyes rolling back slightly. You feel a spark in your lower abdomen like a lighter trying to ignite a flame.

“Holy fuck,” it comes out as barely a whisper, shock and arousal filling her chest, not intending for you to hear. “You like my fingers down your throat?”

You nod and hum against her in response before she shoves her fingers to the back of your throat, allowing you to swallow onto them. Another groan leaves her chest. She harshly pulls the hair at the base of your skull, making your eyes shoot open and her fingers slip from your mouth, leaving you empty.

Her face lowers to yours to invade your mouth with her tongue again. You graciously accept and moan into her from the sudden shift. She pulls herself off of you with a string of saliva following her lips. You watch as she strips herself of her pants as if they were on fire.

“You gonna fuck me with that mouth?” she asks as she settles into your bed, shoulders resting against your headboard like she belongs there. Like she’s been there a thousand times before.

You give a faux-reluctant nod, shifting to position yourself between her legs. She’s already dripping even without you touching her. The shine of her slick covers her curls and smears to her inner thighs. You’ve never seen her this wet, it makes you salivate. How long has she been wanting you tonight? How long did she wait to text you?

You drag your middle finger from her core to her clit to smear her further. A strong exhale leaves Abby’s nostrils as her eyes shut and teeth grit together.

“Don’t make me fucking wait,” she chokes out.

You restrain your usual quip followed by an eye roll. Mainly because you can’t wait any longer. Feeling her against your tongue emits a moan from both of you. Her head immediately fell back with her mouth agape. You’ve only barely started, yet her breath is already shaking. You latch onto her clit with light suction, swirling lazy and pointed circles into her. The taste of her never fails to intoxicate you. How easily your tongue slips through her makes your legs quiver. Her trembling skin against your hands and shoulders encourages you to be more ruthless. Your tongue steadily laps at her swollen clit as you groan into her.

You can’t help but feel pleased with yourself as you watch the boulder that is Abby Anderson gasp and shudder beneath you.

“Fuck~ you’re always so good at that,” her voice breathy and quivering, unable to get her words out straight. Her praise takes you off guard. It’s not her usual m.o. but you choose not to overthink it. She grabs onto your hair to anchor herself as her hips twitch and buck into you.

Your arm reaches around her leg to attempt to hold her hips down, hand pressing to her lower stomach and hip. Her harsh moan wracks through your room as you plunge your middle finger into her pulsating cunt, mouth still persisting and consistent. You look up to watch her face scrunch and head fall back as her grip in your hair tightens.

“Put another one in,” she rarely whines, but here she is, a gasping and whiny mess beneath you. She’d never go as far as to beg, but this is the closest she has gotten. Her words and harsh breaths feed your ego as well as the strength in your jaw and arm.

Of course, you oblige. Her shaking intensifies, grounding her heels in your mattress to gain leverage to grind against your face and fingers. The curl of your fingers turns her rigid, causing her to pull her bottom lip between her teeth so hard it could bleed. Her abs and arms flexing deliciously, the dim lamp defining her physique more. You can’t help but notice the thin layer of sweat coating her body, the light cascading onto her and painting her gold.

“Don’t—fuck—don’t stop doing that. God I’m already close,” she watches you as you continue to pump into her, curling your fingers perfectly and licking her clit with agonizing precision. Both of her hands pull you into her harder. Her hips grind harshly against your face.

You don’t stop watching her. You can’t. She looks magnetic with her eyebrows raised, red blotchiness hiding her freckles, lip quivering as her mouth gapes open, cursing under her breath, fighting her eyes from rolling back into her skull so she can watch you. Drool streams down your chin and onto your fingers, further lubricating your thrusts. It’s impossible to tell where your saliva ends and her slick begins, both of them mixing into a concoction of pure arousal and primal need; the sloppiness only makes you more lustful. Tension builds and warmth collects in your underwear just from pleasing her. You moan into her core again, sending lightning through Abby’s body.

You watch as her eyes roll back, only the white showing, jaw completely falling slack, and back arching at an impossible angle. Her shaking becomes uncontrollable, legs clamping around your head, cunt contracting around your fingers. She’s cumming, hard. You work her through her orgasm, occasionally feeling harsh twitches from her body until she became limp. When the sensation became too much, she pushed your head off of her and pulled your hair to bring you up to her mouth to kiss you. Her nose and chin slide against yours easily from the amount of each other’s fluids that coat your face, sharing the metallic and sweet taste of her cum.

Your hunger is insatiable, the throbbing in your pants becomes unbearable and all consuming. Her knee pushes against you, shocking you as you didn’t realize you were straddling her leg. A harsh breath pours into Abby’s mouth from the sudden pressure against you, hands flying to her neck and shoulder to steady yourself. Her voice turns into a pleased hum that vibrates your lips.

“I can’t believe you almost didn’t let me come over. You’re so eager tonight,” she lets out nearly as a laugh.

There she is. The person that constantly mocks you and uses her words to demean you. You wish she’d just shut up. It’s embarrassing enough that you let her in your apartment, let alone you basically falling at her feet as her cum is covering your face. Growing impatient, you grind down onto her knee and thigh, the contours of her quad creating the perfect surface for you.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

She hums in amusement, “No.”

You roll your eyes, being reminded of why this is all it will ever be, why it’s all you want it to be,

“Just fuck me already.”

“Bossy.”

She sits up fully and grabs the back of your legs to pull you closer to her hips. Your knees now flush against the mattress, scooting yourself to comfortably straddle her lap. Her hands find the hem of your tank top to yank it off of you, making your breasts fall and bounce slightly from the previous restraint. Without hesitation, Abby kneads one of them and takes the other into her mouth, teeth and tongue grazing your nipple. An involuntary gasp fills your lungs which makes your back arch into her touch. Your hands grab onto her neck and the sides of her face to stop the trembling of your fingers. She looks so at peace as your gasps and heaves continue to echo in the room. She removes her mouth with a pop from releasing her suction. Her eyes meet yours again, deep blue orbs completely covered by the black of her pupils, pulling you in deeper. You pull her face into a kiss to distract yourself from your stomach flipping.

Her hands slide over the arch in your back and onto your ass, cupping and grabbing harshly to pull your hips into a rhythm. Two hard smacks meet the round of your cheek again, earning a yelp from you. A grin stretches across her lips against yours from the embarrassing noise you made. Your pulse makes your clit swell from her agonizing touches. Her nails rake across your ass until she reaches your hips, leaving crescent shaped bruises where her fingers dig into you. Just another thing to remind you of the control she has over you.

“You’re fucking killing me,” you whine into her mouth. You don’t care how pathetic you sound; you can’t take the teasing anymore. She’s always a fucking tease after she finishes.

“You’re so dramatic,” she lets out in a chuckle or a scoff, you can’t quite tell. You don’t have time to figure it out before her hand suddenly slides into your shorts and underwear, where she halts her actions right above your clit.

“This what you want?” asking as if she can’t tell despite your gasp and shaky exhale.

“Please. Yes,” your eyes squeeze shut to avoid seeing her shit-eating grin.

Finally, the large pad of her middle finger drags slow, agonizing circles into your bud. A heavy breath that you didn’t realize you were holding leaves your throat. Her pressure is something nothing and nobody else can replicate. Why does it have to be her that does this to you? Her out of all people.

A string of quiet curses falls from your lips and into her mouth. She’s barely moving. You don’t even have to look at her to know she’s just sitting there, watching you. Watching you, with contentment on her face, become a puddle of frustration as you twitch in her lap. Your clit is still throbbing, her glacial pace causes your hips to twitch and grind against her to feel the friction you craved. She’s fucking infuriating. An involuntary whimper leaves your throat. Before you could try to recover from it, Abby jumps on the opportunity.

“Aw. What’s wrong? Want me to go faster?” Voice drenched in her patronizing tone. Her breath litters over your face which allows you to smell the mouthwash she must have swigged before leaving.

Your pride has completely dissipated, proven by your rapid nodding and string of begging “yes” and “please”. Another sharp smile stretches across her face in satisfaction as her eyes dart across your face to take in your torment. Suddenly, quick and methodical circles are being pressed into your clit. Your hips and thighs start to shake uncontrollably as your grip into her shoulders tightens. The pressure fluttering through your cunt and legs.

“Fuck~ yes—Abby fuck,” you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, your words uncontrollable and drenched in desperation.

Your forehead falls to rest onto hers, eyes shut and lip clenched between your teeth as you focus on the sudden, perfect pleasure you’re experiencing. Before you can adjust to it, she moves her hand to plunge her thick fingers into your soaked cunt. They slide in so easily from the nonstop arousal you’ve felt since you saw her in your doorway. The stretch from her causes sudden electricity to surge through your body. Your eyes roll back into your head and mouth falls open as you let out a humiliating moan. She groans against your cheek in response, other hand flying to your hip to guide you with her movements.

“Oh fuck~ you swallow me so well,” her breathy voice, like gravel covered in satin, brushes against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Her palm grinds against your clit deliciously as you feel her fingers fill every inch of you. The pressure and friction build you up high enough to hold you at the edge. You start grinding into her hand, chasing the electricity you felt, making her fingers press deeper into you. The sounds you’re making would leave you humiliated any other time, but you couldn’t care less right now as you’re filled to the brim with agonizing pleasure.

“Keep grinding into me. Don’t stop ‘til I tell you.”

You begin to whimper as your hips grind harder into her palm. She curls her fingers to finally press into that spot she knows too well. You involuntarily halt as your body trembles from the familiar jolt of lightning going through you again.

“God—”

“I didn’t say stop,” she interrupts your taste of bliss.

Your whimpering becomes staggered as you try to grind your hips again. Finding a pace is nearly impossible as every movement sends a wave of electricity from your core to your legs. She matches your pace by curling and uncurling her fingers which makes the knot in your abdomen tighten. It becomes too much, the never-ending intensity pushing you further and further near the edge.

“I can’t fucking take it—holy fuck Abby.”

Her eyes burn holes in yours as she watches tears well in your eyes and eyebrows raise.

“You’re gonna take what I give you.”

Her words send shocks through your stomach, making the knot snap. Your eyes roll back again, legs and hips trembling and shaking violently. Instead of steadying or slowing her movements, she begins to rapidly move her hand back and forth to vibrate against your clit and walls. Your eyebrows furrow and mouth falls open, body becoming completely rigid. Your head and face fall into the crook of her neck as your pleasure becomes unbearable. The aftershocks never come as all you’re experiencing is a hurricane of hot, white flashes and vibrations wracking through you. Her actions suddenly stop, leaving you shaking and trembling against her. Both of your bodies are covered in a thin sheet of sweat, sticking to each other as you heave into her neck and chest. Your legs are numb, toes tingling when you try to move.

She grabs your hair to yank you away from her neck and forces you to look at her. You jump as her other hand slides out of your shorts, completely soaked from the act she just committed. Fingers plunge to the back of your throat, making you take in the metallic taste of yourself. By muscle memory, you replicate your previous actions, swirling and sucking relentlessly at her digits. She watches you with continued hunger in her stare, eye contact burning into both of you. With her fingers still occupying your mouth, she pulls you in to share the taste of your cum. Your tongues collide as both of you lick and suck at her fingers until they’re clean. She slips her hand away to grab your throat instead.

“I’m not done with you.”

This statement makes your body run cold, preparing yourself for the overstimulation you’re about to experience.

She grabs your wrists and pulls them to position your hands on your headboard. She’s completely caged in. Is she giving you control? She can’t be.

“What are you—"

Before you could finish, she grabs your hips to lift you up so she can slide down, positioning her face right below your heat as you straddle her. She lets out a slight chuckle from hearing your sudden gasp and seeing the blatant wet patch through your shorts. Your legs continue to lightly tremble as you fight to keep yourself hovering above her.

She reached her thumb up to glide down your slit through the soaked fabric “Damn, I really got you huh?”

“God, will you just shut up?”

Her laugh bounces off your walls. She loves how easily she can get a rise out of you. It’s almost too easy.

“Calm down. My mouth will be busy soon enough.”

Her hands grab your hips to pull you down onto her face as she presses a kiss to your clothed clit, making you involuntarily twitch. You’re still sensitive and she fucking knows it. Her tongue flattens against you as she presses a firm, long lick up the center seam of your shorts. The sensation being a dull, prodding torture. You can feel her chin drag against your clit. Even while you’re sensitive, she still knows how to tease you and make you want more. Her touches are too muted, your shorts feeling thicker than before. More in the way.

“Just take them off,” you practically whine.

She hums against you, amused. Her nails rake against your ass before she spanks you with both of her hands. The harsh slap pushes you forward, nearly making you stand on your knees.

“Go on then, take’em off,” she says this as if it were an obvious answer this whole time, patting the side of your hip. Pretending as if she wouldn’t have restrained you for attempting to move over on your own.

You roll off the bed to finally pull the fabric down your legs. You can feel Abby’s eyes scanning your body as your shorts fall to the floor. You actually get a proper look at her now. She looks like a Renaissance painting lying across your bed, golden light covering her body, emphasizing each and every line created by muscle. Like a Greek deity lounging casually as she impatiently waited for you to return to your original position. You’ll never understand how such a beautiful person can be so infuriating and annoying. You should know better than to stare. Her smugness rips through the moment like a razor.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop staring and get back over here.”

You position yourself above her face again, watching as she gets comfortable beneath you. Her eyes meet yours again, piercing this time, full of something wicked that you can’t quite place. Her eye contact doesn’t waiver as she pulls your weight down for you to sit on her mouth. Her tongue connects with your clit immediately. Your eyes betray you and roll back from the sudden sensation. The harsh pressure against your sensitive bud makes your breathing unsteady from the buzzing in your abdomen.

You fall forward slightly, bracing the headboard as an attempt to ground yourself and give you something to hold onto. The new angle only gave Abby more access to your core and applied even more pressure.

“Oh my god~” your voice drawn out, desperate, wrecked.

Abby hums against you accompanied by another hard slap to your ass, soothing it quickly with a squeeze. The vibration from her humming intensifies the pressure of her tongue and slight graze of teeth. You begin to shake again. Her hands knead and grab at your hips and upper thighs to comfort you through the intensity she’s putting you through. The tingling travels through your legs again, rendering you useless from the unstoppable pleasure.

You start to grind your hips slightly, finding the right pace to inch yourself toward the summit you crave. Abby locks you in place, pulling you further down onto her, your full weight now resting on her mouth. She shakes her head side to side rapidly, creating steady vibrations against your clit again. The feeling shoots through you like a bullet.

“Fuck fuck fuck—Abby fuck.” You’re nothing but a gasping, moaning mess as Abby continues her rabid pace against your cunt.

You feel her groan underneath you, feeling and tasting every inch of you. You can’t deny that you love how pretty she sounds like this. How she finds such pleasure from just touching you and tasting you. Your sheer distaste toward her only makes your body crave her more. Each stroke of her tongue, each moan that falls from her lips and onto your cunt pushes you further and further into bliss.

You start grinding onto her again, needing release. You sit up to grab her hair beneath you to steady her movements

“Don’t stop. I swear to god if you stop.”

You can feel Abby smile against you, letting out another chuckle. While the chuckle sent annoyance to your chest, the additional buzzing is all it took to send you over the edge. The blinding, white, hot waves wrack through you again, making you tense and shake uncontrollably. Again, Abby doesn’t relent, only persists. Her arms wrap around your thighs, completely pulling you down and preventing you from moving. Every time your body begins to fall limp, the pressure from your weight falling into her sends you into rigidity again. Your legs and hips shaking continued to push your body into her. Your moans and gasps become louder as the feeling does not stop. Finally, she releases you, allowing you to fall to the side, limp and heaving.

Abby’s smug chuckle hits your ears again as she sits up to face you, eyes raking down the line of your back to your ass.

“Jesus, I don’t think I’ve seen you cum that hard.”

You don’t even have the energy to snap at her. Your limbs feel like jelly. Small twitches thump against your skin. She collapses next to you, laying on her back with her arms up behind her head. Your eyes open lazily to see her face wet and shiny, your cum coating her chin. You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh from how wrecked you are. You roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

“I think that was your best so far,” you say followed by another faint laugh.

“How flattering,” she says sarcastically.

She sits up after catching her breath and collects her clothes. You watch as she pulls her shirt on, making you miss your view of endless valleys of skin and muscle. As each layer is added to her body again, her tough exterior accompanies it.

It’s silent. Not awkward. Not charged. Just calm. These are the only times the two of you are at peace. It’s nice. However, it’s fragile.

“Can you hand me my shirt and shorts,” you request flatly. You expect her to say something like “I’m not your bitch” or just a plain “no”, but surprisingly, she tosses you your shirt without any snarky quip.

“You need new shorts. Those are kinda… ruined,” she says as though it’s an apology instead of an achievement. This is new. “Where are your other ones?”

“You—you’re getting me new shorts?” you ask puzzled and hesitantly with a scoff as you sit up.

“Fucking hell, don’t make it a big thing,” immediately annoyed.

Your hands fly up as a surrender, and instead of pressing further, you just point to the top drawer of your dresser. Again, without a word, she grabs a pair, holding them with her eyebrow cocked as a way of asking if they were what you wanted. After you confirm, she tosses them at you.

Pulling her sweatshirt on, she watches you dress. After your head pops out of the neck of your shirt, your eyes meet again, lingering longer than either of you would ever admit to another. Abby’s the one to break it, diverting her gaze to the door.

“Anyways. See you later?” she asks as casually as if this were a study group and you were done for the night. Her lazy excuse of a goodbye.

“Maybe.”

Her eyes roll as she reaches your doorway, “Whatever you say.”

You can hear her footsteps lightly thumping through your apartment followed by your front door opening and closing. The air shifts, only slightly, but still noticeable. Your sheets are still warm from where she was laying. Her scent still lingers. You can still feel her against your skin instead of underneath it.

~

| sevika finds out reader jerked off without her

tags: gf!sevika x bottom!reader, masterbation, grinding, humiliation, spanking, brief pussy slapping, strap usage, squirting

a requested pt.2 of without me?

sevika’s apartment was a small, humble place tucked away within the streets of zaun. you sat in a large t-shirt, one of sevika’s, your girlfriend, and a lacey purple thong on her couch. your wet core soaking the crotch of your expensive panties that sevika had bought for you on one of your first dates. her idea of romantic is somewhat unconventional and lustful, you pretended to be innocent but truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. you loved welcoming her home after a long day, although the day itself was often difficult to get through. she didn’t permit you to walk through the dangerous streets of the undercity without her which left you forced to stay home alone for hours on end.

you traced the wet patch on your thong while the movie you had turned on out of boredom flickered in the background. you watched the door as you pulled your panties to the side, in case she decided to come home early like last time. your breaths quickened as your fingers worked in tight circles on your pulsing clit. no matter how quick you worked, no matter how deep you pushed your fingers, you needed more. with another glance to the front door, you threw your leg over the arm of the sofa, grinding down onto it. a short gasp left your lips as you rocked back and forth, soiling your panties. as you continued, faster and faster, you got closer. your hands fly in front of yourself, steadying your shifting weight as your legs grow shaky. whines escape your lips as you come hard in your panties. you relax back into the couch pushing your hair off your sweat slicked forehead as you regained composure before sevika got home.

a few hours later, you’re in front of the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables for dinner when sevika comes through the front door. she hangs her coat on the hook by the door and steps into the kitchen where she sees you wearing her shirt, no pants but still the pair of purple panties you had ruined earlier.

“babe! welcome home, i’m just starting some dinner. did work go okay?”, you say, keeping your eyes on your chopping.

she comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“work was fine, missed you, baby”, she mumbled as she inhales the smell of your shampoo and faint hints of sweat.

“did you go for a run this afternoon…?”, she asks skeptically as she pulls back, keeping her hands on your waist,

“n-no, i’ve been here, all day, like you told me to”, a soft, pink glow floods to your cheeks, you pause the dinner preparation and you hope she doesn’t notice the guilt written across your face.

sevika pulls away from you and turns your body towards herself so you’re face to face with the woman who towers over you. her narrowed eyes scan your body landing between your legs.

“give me your panties,” sevika demands.

“what…?”, you say, taken aback.

“i said: give me. your panties.”

with a hard swallow, you shuffle your damp panties down your rounded thighs and hand them to sevika without making eye contact. she brings them to her nose and takes a sharp inhale while staring down at you. a sweet, delicious musk filled her nose, flipping a switch between her legs.

“you touch yourself today? the hell did i say about-”

“no! no, cmon sev, i didnt”

“you fuckin’ lying to me?

a deep shade of embarrassment creeps over your face.

“turn around and face the counter, now”, she says, you take a deep breath and turn towards the counter as she stuffs your panties in her back pocket. one large hand grips your hip while the other forces your head down, face against the cold countertop.

“what did i tell you about touching yourself while i was gone, huh, whore?”, she spits, punctuated with a sharp swat to your ass. a high pitched squeal pushes past your lips as another cracks down onto your reddened ass.

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to! ah- it just happened sev, please!”

“you didn’t mean to…? you just can’t control yourself, you must think your fingers are better than my dick huh?”

“no! no-”

“shut up, slut”, she says while quickly undoing her belt and unzipping her fly.

sevika lines up her long strap, that she had hidden beneath the layers of her boxers and thick work pants, with your leaking pussy. you whine as she slides into you, all the way up to the hilt. you didn’t need much preparation as you had been practically dripping since she walked through the door. each pound of her chiseled hips carves an outline of her dick into your cervix. she watched as her strap disappeared into you, pulling out slicker and slicker each time. Your whimpers and moans resembled something of a cheap porno which complimented her rough growls from behind you. Her mechanical hand pressed down on your back, holding you fast to the counter.

the mech hand slid up your back, pulling your t-shirt up higher, revealing more of your lower back, before sliding further up your neck, to the back of your head. her hand pushed your face into the counter, squishing your cheek against the countertop. tears of embarrassment flooded to your eyes and roll down your temples as she continued the assault on your pussy. sevika pulled your panties out of her back pocket, huffing the ruined panties for motivation to fuck you out completely. with her flesh hand, she pulls your wrists behind your back, holding you down and at her mercy.

“shit sev, it feels like i’m gonna piss!”, you desperately moan.

“gonna fuckin’ piss, huh?”, she grunts out while quickening her pace.

“fuck! fuck!!”, moans loudly trail from your lips as you squirt, hard. it floods down your legs, creating a puddle of your liquids on sevika’s kitchen floor. you relax against the cool countertops, only interrupted by a sharp slap to your swollen pussy as her strap slid out of your ruined hole. she pulls back, releasing you from her grip and grabbing a hand towel and passing it to you, once you slowly straighten up.

“clean yourself up, baby. don’t let me catch you doing that shit again, if you need it that bad, just ask. you know i’m not one to say no to this pretty pussy.”

masc roommates ellabs x free use reader

You offer yourself up as a free use slut to your hot roommates

cw: meandom ellie, softdom abby; spanking, butt plugs, anal sex, strap use, degradation, slight housewife kink, abby fucks you in a headlock; they looove you.

wc: 1885

When, around a month ago, you drunkenly confessed to your roommates that you had a free use kink, you didn't expect them to be just as much into it. By that point, you'd already hooked up with both of them, so your confession quickly led to you three establishing the dynamic you now had.

Ellie and Abby can fuck you whenever their hearts desire, bending you over every possible surface in your shared apartment. Of course, you three still use the traffic light system, giving you the opportunity to tap out if you ever feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. Besides that, they also pick out your outfits for the day, making sure it is something revealing, with easy access to your private parts.

Outside this arrangement, your roommates absolutely adore you and like that you are just as much of a pervert as them, in spite of your cute appearance. You are their princess, and they treat you as such!

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Having to wake up extra early for her 8am lecture, Ellie was now standing in front of the full-length mirror, securing her baggy jeans with a heavy belt. She sighed, glancing at your naked form on her bed, sleeping soundly. Yesterday you decided to stay in Ellie's room after she was done abusing your poor little cunt.

The worst part about leaving so early was being unable to play with you first thing in the morning, due to your sleeping until 10am like the spoiled princess you were.

Ellie nearly growled as she noticed you shift in your sleep, slipping the soft blanket off your body. Great, now your cute perky ass was on display, the pink butt plug she made you wear catching her attention. How did you manage to look so tantalizing even in your sleep?

Groaning to herself, Ellie glanced at the clock. She still had thirty minutes before class started, maybe she could make this work. She grinned, approaching your sleeping form. Climbing onto the bed, she wrapped her tattooed arm around your waist securely, her fully clothed body pressed up against your naked one. You hummed sleepily, shifting in her grip. "Mm Els, good morning..."

"Yeah, rise and shine, princess. You're so getting punished for being such a tease." She kept your back pressed up to her front, grabbing one of your tits harshly with one hand, the other one gripping the base of your butt plug. You were now wide awake, feeling her deft fingers work the plug out of your needy hole. Heat rising to your cheeks, you whined, squirming in her grip. You always get so shy whenever she plays with your tight little ass. "Els, it's too early for this."

"You sure, princess? Color?" She whispered lowly in your ear.

"Green," you peered back at her, pouting.

Ellie chuckled, pulling out the plug entirely and landing a sharp smack on your already sore ass from yesterday's spanking. She jiggled the flesh in her hand harshly, fingers inching to your tight entrance. "I think you like being my little anal whore, baby." She grinned to herself, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before proceeding.

Not wasting a second, Ellie began easing two of her fingers into your puckered hole, making you writhe in her grasp. "Els, they won't fiiiit." You whined, trying to get adjusted to the intrusion.

Once she managed to fully push her digits up your ass, she began pumping them slowly, making you moan wantonly. Ellie's other hand snapped up to your mouth, effectively silencing you. "Shut up, you're gonna wake up Abby, you noisy slut." In all truth, she didn't give a shit about waking up Abby, she just didn't want to share you with her right now. Despite her usual nonchalant demeanor, she was sometimes quite possessive over you.

Ellie took notice of how much easier her fingers were now sliding in and out of you compared to before. "Seems like the plug is doing its job well, baby. Gotta buy you a bigger one. Fuuuck, you'll probably soon be able to take my strap up this tight hole." She groaned, quickening her pace.

Heat rushed to your face at her crude words. God, she was such a perv! Though you couldn't deny that anal was beginning to feel good, you just needed some clit stimulation to push you over the edge. You tentatively began sliding your fingers to your sloppy cunt, hoping she wouldn't be mad. Ellie chuckled at your actions, stilling her movements and pulling her digits out slowly, making you whine in frustration. She sat up, patting your butt. "Sorry princess, gotta go. Lecture's in 10 minutes." Ignoring your whines of protest, she grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and poured some onto the plug. "Come on, present, baby." With a tired groan, you raised your rear in the air, spreading your ass cheeks wide. Humming in approval, Ellie eased the plug back into you, chuckling as you immediately plopped down on your tummy wearily, pouting up at her. "Come on baby, don't be mad. Give me a kiss." Ellie chuckled, wrapping her long fingers around your nape and pulling you up into a quick kiss.

Usually, Ellie cuddled you after sex or provided at least some kind of aftercare, but she was in a hurry now. She pulled the blanket over your spent form, noticing that you were falling back into your slumber, like she hadn't just ruined your ass. She chuckled, climbing off the bed and walking out of the room. "Spoiled princess."

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Coming back from class to an empty apartment, you decided to surprise your roommates with a delicious dinner. First, you went into your room to put on today's outfit. It consisted of a pink babydoll top that was a little tight, pushing your chest up nicely; a white ruffly mini skirt that would rise up at the slightest movement, paired with white lacy thigh highs. Abby's pick. She just liked you all pretty and dolled up for her, opting for cute outfits. Ellie was the complete opposite, preferring you in slutty role play costumes, like a maid or a bunny one.

Now in your cute outfit, you got to work in the kitchen. Flipping the sizzling steak, you hummed to yourself happily, swaying your hips to the melody in your head. Out of nowhere, you felt two strong beefy arms wrap around your waist securely, making you jolt in surprise. Your face met Abby's as you turned your head back, the smile coming back to your face. "Hey, didn't hear you come in, Abs." Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, Abby buried her face in your neck, inhaling the floral perfume. "What are you doing here, hmm? Trying to be a little housewife?" Feeling your face heat up, you chuckled bashfully. "I just wanted to surprise you two...i'm making a steak."

Suddenly, Abby pressed her hips harder into your ass, tightening her grip on you. Feeling something hard poke your rear, you almost dropped your spatula into the pan. Was she...!? "A-Abby, are you strapped? How long have you had it on?"

"Sorry, doll, dinner will have to wait. You made me all hot with your cute little outfit." She groaned into your neck, bending you over the kitchen counter. Her strong hands on your hips, she began grinding her crotch on your clothed pussy. "Teasing me like that...look what you're doing to me." She nearly growled, landing a light smack on your perpetually sore ass, drawing a small whine out of you.

Unable to restrain yourself, you began grinding back into her bulge, causing Abby to still her movements. She looked down at you in fascination, watching you desperately move your hips on her crotch. "Fuck, I need to put it in, princess." She groaned, fully flipping your useless little skirt up and sliding your soaked panties down to your ankles swiftly. Afterward, she unzipped her pants, not bothering to take them off, and pulled her 7-inch skin-colored strap out. Coating it in your juices, she began sliding it in slowly, drawing sweet little noises from your lips. Once the shaft was fully in, she started moving her hips, gradually picking up pace. Low moans left her lips as she pounded your poor cunt, she swore she could feel you squeezing her.

Your shaky voice snapped her out of her trance. "Please, choke meee!" You whined, it`d been a fantasy of yours for a while.

Feeling color rise to her cheeks, Abby slowed her pace a bit. She'd always been loath to hurt you in any way, no matter how much she knew you enjoyed it. Mulling it over in her head, she groaned, pulling you up by the waist, her other arm wrapping around your neck. She didn't squeeze, just holding you in a headlock as she continued pounding your pussy. "Y-you like that, doll?" Abby asked, a hint of bashfulness in her tone.

Did you like that? You fucking loved that. Your sweet Abby finally had you in a headlock, her strong arm wrapped around your neck securely. Unable to control your sounds anymore, you moaned loudly, pushing your hips back in tandem with her thrusts. "Abs, I-I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on, cum for me, princess!" She groaned, lightly squeezing your neck with her arm, hips hitting yours at a brutal pace now. "Aaaah fuck!!" You nearly screamed out, coating her shaft in your release.

Abby unwrapped her arm from your neck, letting you lay back on the counter. "Wait a sec, doll." She said gently, easing her strap out of you and pulling it off her hips. As she dropped it on the floor she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Damn, you really wore her out, Abby." Ellie stood in the kitchen entrance, wearing the familiar smirk on her face.

"How long have you been standing here, fucker?" Abby groaned, zipping her pants back up.

Approaching your spent form, Ellie grabbed your ass cheek, making you whine. "Hey, baby, wanna bounce on my dick too?"

"Sorry, Els, I'm too sensitive now." You whined, propping yourself up on your elbows to look back at her with a pout.

"You heard her," Abby said, swatting Ellie's hand away, and pulling your panties back up for you.

Ellie rolled her eyes at Abby, helping you up by your waist. "It's okay, I know you're a sensitive princess." You hummed in agreement, turning your gaze to Abby, placing your smaller hand on her forearm. "Abs, let's go to that ice cream place we talked about. I think I deserve a sweet treat." You giggled.

"Of course, doll." Abby felt her cheeks get warm, taking your hand in hers.

"I could take you out too, you know," Ellie tsked, pulling you back to her side by your waist.

"Don't you have other girls, Ellie?" Abby raised an eyebrow, giving your hand a squeeze.

Ellie groaned, exasperated.

Having two hot mascs fight over you like this was heaven on earth. You let out a giggle, getting on your tippy-toes and wrapping your arms around them. "How about all three of us go together?" You beamed, your bright smile instantly melting their hearts and making them forget about their bickering.

Femme that gets wet at sending nudes

X

Butch who gets aroused whenever they hear the special tone on their phone

𑣲men n minors dni

a/n: clearing out my drabbles so i can work on some longer fics ^.^ gotta feed my dykes

"open" sevika traces the soft skin of your lips with her large rough fingers, her pointer teasing the space where your two lips part. without hesitation, you open for her, taking in her pointer and middle fingers.

"thereee we go." sevika hisses at the feeling of your warm tongue against her. she begins to slowly rock her fingers back and forth in your mouth, basking in the pressure of your gentle sucking. you are careful not to make a mess, keeping your tongue at the bottom of your mouth.

"awe, don't be shy," sevika slips her fingers out, firmly tapping your cheek, coating it in your spit. "make a mess for me, hm?"

your eyes grow wide when she harshly slips them back in, this time sevika's pace is faster, deeper. your unprepared mouth gags on the thick digits, earning a lewd moan from the domineering woman above you. obeying her command, you swirl your tongue over the length of her fingers. your saliva gathering at the base of her knuckles and dripping down your chin. bobbing your head, you look up at sevika fighting the urge to gag.

"keep making those pretty sounds baby, you sound so good like that." she coos, fucking her fingers at slower yet still deep rhythm. her smooth voice could convince you to do anything she asked; you relax your mouth and let yourself gag on her.

"mmm perfect..." losing a bit of her control, sevika palms her now aching cunt through her heavy jeans. watching your tongue work like this is driving her crazy. your big doe eyes welling with glassy beads of tears. the cute way you gag each time her fingers hit the back of your throat. your mouth is so soft and warm; the pressure of your suckling pulling her in, so inviting. you are so eager to please her, and she is very much going to take advantage of that.

sevika's jaw tightens as she reaches her hand up to her belt buckle. keeping her pace steady while unbuckling her belt with the other. the heavy metal clinking against itself, her voice low and driven.

loser abby my beloved (part one)

tags: NSFW, abby x reader, loser!abby, awkward abby, kinda inexperienced abby, strap (r! receiving), cam girl reader, abby joins reader on a stream

Abby found herself unable to continue lying. She felt bad not telling you she knew about the cam account, especially when she jerked off to you damn near every night. She figured the first step to hopefully somehow managing to get in your pants was to starr with the cam account.

She spent a couple days akwadxly hovering around you before finally blurting out she knew about you cam account.

"I found your cam account." She mentally smacks herself for how dumb she is. You freeze, glancing over your shoulder briefly before going back to opening your tea bag.

"Oh. How'd you manage to find that? 'S not like my face is on it." You seem rather unbothered, but Abby can see the slight shake in your movements as you make a cup of tea.

"I uh- I just stumbled upon it I guess... it's not like it's a problem or anything! I mean- it's cool y'know that you're able to pay for school like that, and uh- you're good at it or whatever..." You turn fully, one eyebrow raised as you watch her.

"You watched my videos?" Abby freezes, muscles tight as she tries to come up with a response.

"I was morbidly curious."

"And you like them?" Abby gulps, nodding as she stares at the floor. "Wanna be in one?"

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You had carefully positioned the camera so both yours and Abby's faces weren't visible.

"Got a guest with me today," you say sweetly, perched on Abby's abs. Her hands hover awkwardly, head turned toward the camera to watch the viewfinder playback. "Guess my roommates been watching my videos, so I thought I'd let her have the real deal."

Abby glances at you, face flushed at the way your back is arched, hands planted on her chest as you grind your ass against the black strap you helped her into. The leather sits heavy against her, even with the extra layer of her boxers.

"Shit..." Abby groans as you grind particularly harshly, the base of the strap grinding against her clit.

"Have you even been with a girl?" You ask mockingly, giggling as you lift your hips up to settle back on her thighs.

"'m not a virgin," Abby mumbles, watching dazedly as you spit on the strap, giving it a few lazy pumps.

"Your vibrator doesn't count." Abby makes a disgruntled noise, canting her hips up just to watch you jolt. You make a surprised noise, hands stabilizing yourself on her hips. "Don't be a brat," you mumble, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. Abby snarls at you, annoyed by how you're fighting her. She's usually so docile and sweet with you, so to have her be so aggressive is different.

"I'm not a fucking- oh fuck..." Abby whines as you finally sink down, the wet schlick making her flush down her chest. Her eyes are wide as she watches how you easily sink down hands braced back on her thighs.

"Not so mouthy now," you murmur, grinning as you begin to ride. The base of the strap grinds against her clit, making her brain melt out her ears. She's not a virgin, but she's also never had someone so pretty riding her into the mattress.

"Fuck- please..." Abby's already gone, eyes glassy as she watches you. It only takes a few more grinds for her to come, hips canting up in desperate little jolts. You pause briefly, laughing at how fucked out she looks half asleep on your bed.

tags: abby x reader, established relationship, NSFW, oral sex, tribbing, scissoring, big clit Abby agenda (she kinda fucks reader with it), high sex, desperate and pathetic abby, abby is VERY horny

1k words

𑣲men and minors dni !!

a/n: still cleaning out drabbles 🧹 also, omg this picture of sev !!! busting

inspired by a comment ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎° @bunswyyy ‧₊˚ made lol

head (r!receving), face riding, overstim, after care

no one has ever eaten you out like this. so wild. so hungry. for so long. it’s been at least an hour and you are on your third orgasm. sevika was gunning for four; but that is no feat for her. she just knows what your body needs.

eagerly still lapping at your buzzing pussy, sevika looks up at you. her eye contact pushes you further to the edge, the look she gives you is so confident. all knowing. her chin dripping with your juices as she unabashedly moans into you. her tongue laying flat long strips across your pussy, focused perfectly on your clit.

it’s like she’s reading your body like a book; with each roll of her tongue and every vibrating purr, she flips a page. her large hands grip your thighs firmly, feeling every muscle twitch and jerk. you reach a shaky hand, weakly grabbing at the tuffs of her thick black hair.

“s-sevvv…” voice trembling you roll your hips, brushing your extremely sensitive clit over her large nose. the pressure dizzying, “s’good…aah~!” you arch your back at the feeling of sevika’s tongue pressing deep into your clenching hole. sevika angles her head a little so her nose is applying beautiful pressure to your neediest spot.

“i knew you’d like that,” sevika groans through you, “i know exactly how to handle this pussy.” she continues fucking her tongue into you, the fat muscle masterfully curving into you. she's ripping porn-worthy moans out of you, taking joy in the idea that her neighbors can definitely hear you.

she pulls back, dragging her tongue out of you, “look how i have you, you’re a mess.”

“sev.. please?” you whine, bucking your hips at the lost sensation. sevika gives you an evil smirk,

“awe, i can’t say no when you’re being so good!” she coos, going back to devouring your sopping pussy as if that’s what she was made to do. her nose pressed harder against your clit. her tongue pumping fast in and out of you, getting deeper every pass. your hand instinctively yanks on sevika’s hair, a throaty moan erupting from her chest and into your pussy.

“don’t stop! i love how your tongue f-feels inside me! ohmygod—!” your entire body trembles and buzzes. your voice breaks at the end of each whine; but you don’t care how you sound, this is heaven. your mind is so gone, you don’t even notice your babbling complete nonsense to sevika’s thorough enjoyment. your hips stutter chaotically, as sevika’s thick tongue fucks you through it.

“c..can’t cum again….” you mumble. sevika goes up to kiss your forehead, her mouth still covered in your slick.

menu - your love for sevika is boundless, but does she know that?

word count - 1191

allergies? - mid ass writing, stalker!reader x sevika, modern au, sevika has her arm, stalking, obsessive behaviors, (attempted) stealing clothes, reader is self-conscious, breaking in (kinda), reader is a perv, a handgun is mentioned, faux threats, cool plot twist, hair pulling, face slapping, dubcon, face fucking, breath play, reader passes out, implied aftercare

brain spill - i literally just want to post something bro

if anybody else knew what you were doing they would probably be really creeped out. you don't really understand why though, it's not like you're a man, or a murderer. yet. you just love sevika, with all your heart. you know everything about her.