#I LOVE WOMEN

[gutlessbarbara]

; ( 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 )

— 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌞ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in which you live a

domestic life with your girlfriend Sevika ⌝ 

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ; 18+ content, breeding kink,

¿house wife? kink, cursing, LESBIAN SEX (SHOCK)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3k

𝐀/𝐍 ; I wrote this while ovulating enjoy, PLUS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLZ BE GENTLE WITH ME IM LEARNING 😞 also i made the reader Hispanic since i wrote this back in December during la posada 😜😻

🩹🍮☆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

A pair of golden watchful eyes followed your figure cladded in a soft-feeling apron, a delicate pattern of flowers adorning each corner of the fabric. The softer shades of brown and pink represented the tranquility, hope, and warmth that your presence brought to the homely abode that once lacked color and life.

Large cracks and ugly patches with different shades of grey decorated the run-down walls of the apartment; unmistakable years of negligence littered each corner and yet, numerous Polaroids hung from threads with colorful wooden clippers that were decorated by your hands. It was a clutter of goofy faces, smiles, and mundane moments frozen into a single frame. Yet, they were organized with titles and dates — one with a grumpy Sevika covered in white frosting titled: 'Vika's birthday, tricked her into biting the cake. Amongst the rows of photos is another one where Sevika is asleep, her bigger body sprawled on the couch while a small black-and-white fur-ball was snuggled against her chest. The picture is titled My sweet babies are getting along — October 23, 20xx.

    Cuddles is the said fur-ball; at the time, he was a kitty the size of your palm. You took him in after finding him in the streets alone and shivering. Sevika was against the idea of raising the kitty, claiming that he would grow into a lazy and troublesome cat. It turns out, she was the one who named him due to his clingy nature and grew attached to the feline (even though she denies it). She constantly fusses over it, spoiling the cat with toys and treats.

Speaking of Cuddles, the tomcat — now larger and stronger — has been sitting on the far edge of the counter for the last forty minutes. Normally, he would've been climbing onto shelves, sniffing Sevika's tools or her precious bottles of whiskey but instead, he remains vigilant with his posture stiff and his gaze unwavering. His black, furry tail moved from side to side like a sweeper. Naive eyes would've assumed that he was guarding you, his stance resembling a warrior ready to fight off any threats. Still, instead, he was being a cunning little shit, waiting for the perfect moment for you to get distracted so his slick paws can take him to the stove and sniff what you were making.

Moments later, the rusty hinges of the front door creak loudly, the sharp sound easily cutting through the soft melody of your favorite song playing on the radio. Then, a frustrated grunt followed by a pair of heavy footsteps repeatedly stump inside, the quick movement shaking the thin walls. Light sprinkles of snow dusted Sevika's dark locks of hair, reminding you of grated coconut on chocolate cake. The instant her eyes lock with yours, the tension and exhaustion that weigh heavily on her shoulders are lifted with a single smile that graces your beautiful features.

    To others, the action meant nothing but to Sevika, it meant everything.

    Seeing the excitement and joy in your eyes when she walked through that same door every night warmed her heart. It made her feel special, desired, and loved. It was hard to believe she was wrapped in a colorless world of solitude and loneliness years ago. In the past, before she met you, she had her fair share of flings and hookups here and there, different women who would kill to take her to bed, but they were meaningless — just a way to blow off some steam. The momentary pleasure she gained from those moments didn't compare to the ticklish flutter in her chest whenever your lips met her cheek.

You were the embodiment of sunshine, your rays brightening her life.

    Wildflowers and rain are the first things that come to mind when she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply while her well-toned arms wrap around your waist, molding your smaller body into hers. A cheeky grin momentarily grows on her lips, the cool surface of her mechanical fingers sneaking under your shirt and awakening a rush of goosebumps over your skin. Her movements are deliberate and slow, tracing up-and-down your spine and then slowly making its way downward until reaching your butt. She elicits a small squeak from you when she firmly grips it.

"I missed you," Sevika mumbles between the crook of your neck, her voice sounding needy and tired.

"I missed you, too," you say, your hands cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs create soothing circles against her cheeks, your soft and warm skin is a stark contrast to her dry skin that was caused by the winter air. She lets out a content sigh, her tensed muscles relaxing when you lean in, using your tip-toes to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her scars, and then her lips...

    "I made your favorite," you whisper after pulling back, your radiant smile easily making her further melt into your embrace. Her lips turn into a ghost of a smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eye-bags more prominent. Her feet were aching from standing all day, running around the lanes from corner to corner and finalizing Silco's deals, but she lets you guide her toward the kitchen, her hand engulfing yours. The instant she steps foot inside, she feels like she got slapped in the face with an intense aroma of sweetness and warm spices that make her stomach rumble loudly like a lion, and her mouth waters when she removes the lid from the medium-sized pot, revealing a steamy sight of barbacoa.

"Smells d—"

"Cuddles!"

Sevika's eyes snap towards your figure, zooming towards the counter, your heart leaping with panic and annoyance. A clump of thick, black fur comes in contact with your hands, your grip tightening when Cuddles begins to violently thrash around, letting out a series of high-pitched meows of protest. Like tape, a piece of cilantro sticks to his wet nose.

"Take your spoiled son," you say, handing the heavy cat to Sevika who obliges with a grin. Her human arm removes the green herb, flicking it away much to your annoyance.

    "He's not my son," she grunts, trying to sound stern but the small curve on her lips betray her true feelings. "Come on, let's let Mama finish dinner," she shoots a playful grin in your direction, her tone mocking yet affectionate.

With the cat coddling against her chest and purring loudly, she settles on a chair by the dining table, her eyes watching as you go from kneading dough to chopping onions, your hands working skillfully. Every time she noticed the little things you did when focused: the way your tongue would stick out, your brows knitting together, and your little quirks. She can't help but admire your dedication and patience in cooking. Sure, she knew the basics. She's able to enter a kitchen without burning it down (unlike Jinx), but she didn't have the patience you did. After a while, Sevika placed down Cuddles and approached you from behind again, her arms snaking around your waist while leaning her chin against your shoulder. Her nose takes in the wonderful scent of sweetness and spiciness produced by the citrusy perfume of guavas and cinnamon.

    How she got lucky with someone like you was the mystery that kept her up every night when she rested against your chest.

    "Is it almost done?" questions Sevika, her breath having a faint scent of tobacco and mint. She watches you stir the golden liquid inside the pot and then sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the fried dough shaped like a flying disk. Buñuelos and ponche. Zaunites rarely celebrate any kind of holiday, especially Christmas. Yet, within the four walls of your shared apartment, you'd bring warmth and joy with the recipes passed down from generation to generation in your family — the tradition staying alive regardless of the circumstances. Thus, every year, during the holidays, since the start of your relationship, you spoil your hard-working girlfriend with food from your culture.

"Almost," you reassure with a small peck to her cheek. The simplicity of the moment was everything Sevika wanted. A loving girlfriend and even a cat to come back every night.

    Soon enough, the woman sits in front of a plate that is deliciously organized with rice and barbacoa. The shredded strands of meat are soaked in consome while pieces of onions and cilantro are sprinkled on top with precision. Squeezing a lemon across the food, she quickly picks up her tortilla and begins to dig in, her bites quick and messy.

    "Don't eat like an animal," you tease, a snicker leaving your lips as you reach to clean the corner of her mouth. Her only response is a glare of annoyance, but she slows down, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as the flavors attack her taste buds. With each bite, she reaches for her cup and takes sips from the steamy liquid enjoying the mixture of sugar and spiciness. Three plates later she sighs, her hunger satisfied. A sheepish yet smug smile crosses her features as she watches you reach for the plate, your eyebrows raising in astonishment at the sight of no smudges. The plate was utterly clean even after three servings.

"You're like a vacuum," you say with amusement written on your face which earns a swat on your butt from Sevika. With a giggle, you head back inside the kitchen and call out, "The buñuelos are in the container if you still want dessert."

Sevika doesn't say anything, but you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor followed by her footsteps leaving the dining room and then a soft meow from Cuddles, presumably getting disturbed by her. Afterwards, you can faintly hear Sevika mutter something and then the door of your shared bedroom closes. For a moment, the only noise emitted is the soft clink of utensils and the flowing water from the tap. Suddenly, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see Sevika towering over you with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm ready for dessert," she mutters with a husky voice that carries a hint of neediness; her eyes are half-lidded and she leans closer until her nose barely touches yours. Up close, you can see her eyes evolving into a softer shade under the dim light of the kitchen, but you can sense that something else was bubbling beneath—desire, lust, longing, and greediness. You felt like prey under her hungry gaze, your body reacting sinfully and craving her touch. Her bigger, calloused hand grips your hip, her thumb teasing the fabric of your apron, before roughly pulling you back until your ass is pressed against her crotch.

Your breath hitches when you feel something hard that isn't supposed to be there. She purposely rubs herself against you and you put one plus one: she is wearing her favorite strap-on under her cargo pants, ready to spill inside you.

"You've been good to me," she murmurs, her breath fanning against your face. She moved her hand up and down, creating friction before moving dangerously low and settling on one of your thighs. She plants a kiss on the side of your throat, her nails faintly scratching against the exposed skin, gently torturing you with her deliberate movements. In a matter of seconds, she achieves what she wants, transforming you into a trembling mess of neediness. "Waiting for me like a good little housewife. Cooking, cleaning, and pleasing me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think, baby?"

"Sev, I need to finish—"

Your breathy words are cut off by Sevika roughly sinking her teeth into the base of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your head back granting her more access and your vocal cords produce a small moan. Her hand on your thigh starts moving the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric and exposing your skin to the cool air. She grips the edge of your panties with her pointer and middle finger, teasing the skin on your ass with her nails.

"We'll deal with the mess later," she whispers before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. She is like a wild animal marking her territory; greedily kissing and biting the skin of your collarbone until small purple and red spots blossom. A shaky moan escapes your lips when she lifts your thigh and begins to grind against your clothed core. Your hands settle on her shoulders. You could easily see stars, the entire constellation drunkenly clouding your mind while a familiar dance of butterflies forms in the pit of your stomach. A cocky smirk grows on her lips, deliciously enjoying the whimpers and moans she was producing from your mouth.

Quickly, she lifts you and your legs spontaneously wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck. The cool surface of her metal fingers against your thigh alleviated the heat spreading through your body. Pots and pans loudly crash into the sink and once it is clear, Sevika doesn't waste a second in setting you down and lowering herself until she is face to face with your thighs.

"Sev..." you drew out your words in between pants, your eyes watching as Sevika lifted your skirt to your hips and hooked her fingers on the hem of your panties. Her smirk only grew when she noticed the damped spot that hinted at your arousal.

"Lift your hips for me, pretty girl," she commands, and you oblige. The fabric slides down your legs until you are left bare before Sevika's eyes. Your heart violently thumps against your ribcage, and your nervousness and embarrassment mix in an unpleasant cocktail that urges you to close your legs. She looks up and her smirk transforms into a soft smile that reassures your insecurities.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, her thumb drawing circles on your inner thigh while her mechanical hand holds your hip. "You are the most gorgeous girl and I don't intend on sharing you. Don't forget that, sweet girl."

Her words make your heart flutter and she doesn't give you a chance to answer because her head dives in and her tongue begins to lap at your aching heat while plunging a finger inside your dripping hole. She moves with precision, her tongue working skillfully against your clit while her thick finger makes languid ministrations, making your brain foggy with desire and drawing out filthy moans from you. She groans against your cunt when your fingers entangle themselves in her hair, making a mess of her like she is doing with you.

“S-sev.. s-shit," your words come out as a breathy whisper, your mouth hanging open as you throw your head back and your grip tightening on Sevika's head. Your breaths come out in sharp, short gasps, her warm skin against yours making you delirious. Her cold metal hand grips your thigh before hoisting it over her shoulder, her excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at you through her lashes. Her pale grey eyes are big and twinkling with joy like a cute puppy wagging its tail after getting a treat. In this case, the treat was you. And she was enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly, Sevika adds another finger and your body tenses up, a louder moan climbing out of your throat and vibrating across the walls of the kitchen. Her tongue delves deeper, her wet strokes sloppy yet precise, sucking the bundle of nerves like a woman starved. Your breathing grows heavy and her name pours out of your lips in between soft, keening moans like a prayer, prompting her to increase her pace. She curls her fingers, seeking that sweet spot that would hit the jackpot while her prosthetic fingers sneak under your shirt and caress the soft flesh of your stomach. Her touch conveys her devotion and possessiveness over you — silently telling you that you are hers. Her sweet, loving housewife.

The sensations are phenomenal and you're on the verge of erupting like a volcano, your tummy taut with tension, your hips desperately rocking against her face and your eyes rolling back, but Sevika abruptly pulls back, evoking a whimper of protest.

"W-why... did you stop?" your breathing is ragged and you can't help but let your annoyance bleed into your words as you look at Sevika through half-lidded eyes. Your hands fall off her head when she rises to her full height, her smirk never faltering as she holds eye contact. Her confidence is radiating off her like heat from a fire and she boldly brings her fingers slicked with your arousal to her mouth, licking and moaning like if it's a 5-star meal. You are left in stunned silence, your eyes wide and your face heating up with embarrassment.

“You taste like cherries," she teases, her voice rough and slightly breathless. She leans in and captures your lips, her tongue swiping against your lips and demanding entrance. When you don't, her prosthetic hand harshly grips your waist and with her free hand, she roughly cups one of your breasts through your shirt and pinches your nipple in between her fingers earning a startled gasp from your pretty lips. She is quick to take the opportunity and invade the sweet cavern of your mouth, exploring and dominating each corner until you can taste yourself.

The moment she pulls away, a string of saliva connects the both of you. It was alluring how her chest rapidly rose and fell, her lips parted and her hair messy. She quickly steps back and reaches for the back of her shirt. Her hand grips the neckline and tosses it to the side. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of your girlfriend's toned stomach and sports bra, her cargo pants hanging loosely on her hips and giving you a glimpse of the harness of the strap secured on top of her boxers. As soon as she is near you again, your hands act accordingly and softly press against her abdomen, inching down, exploring each curve of a muscle like if it's the first time. Your fingertips brush against the fuzzy path of hair that travel from her belly button and downwards.

"Oh my god... Sev, please," you plea hungrily as you shift on the counter, your thighs pressing together and trying to get some friction, but your cunt is desperately aching for her cock. "I need you... please..."

"I know, baby," she says, letting out a small groan when you start gripping the edge of her boxers, desperate to unleash her. "Pull them down, sweetheart. Help me..."

Your hands get to work, greedily gripping the soft material of her boxers and ripping them down along with her cargo pants and a thick, purple silicone toy successfully springs up from the confinements. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded and her fingers tenderly touch your sensitive, wet folds, feeling your puffy clit. "You're so ready for my cock, babygirl. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

Her words only add to the arousal that is dripping from your lonely pussy—practically drooling for her cock—and you eagerly nod, letting out a soft, needy whimper.

“By the end of the night, you'll be pregnant with my child," she says it as a promise, grinning wickedly, her words fueling your excitement and desire that is bubbling under your skin like a cauldron. A part of you yearned for her words to magically become a reality; to one day carry her flesh and blood; to witness your belly grow with her seed; to feel her baby move and kick inside you. Suddenly, the image is clear: a cute little girl with Sevika's beautiful dark skin color, her eyes wide and glittering with curiosity. You could already picture her with Cuddles, running around the house, causing trouble and giggling. You could see her running towards the door, jumping into Sevika's arms and clinging onto her—

A loud, startled yelp crawls out your throat when Sevika roughly snatches you from the kitchen counter, your body light-weight in her strong grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, mamas," the title is a teasing remark to annoy you, her hand pushing you forward until you are bending, your stomach resting against the cool surface of the counter and your ass up in the air. With a single finger she collects your arousal, her touch gingerly teasing you folds that made you whine, your eyes shutting close and your brain melting with the heat of your desire. "You ready, baby? Because I sure as hell am."

"Oh my god, Sev," you breathe out. You wanted to say shut up and put it inside, but you bite your tongue, letting your girlfriend take her sweet time like the world isn't ending. Her prosthetic fingers grasp your hair, roughly yanking your head back, making you look at her. A wide smirk was plastered over her lips, her eyes dark with desire and dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out and can't walk tomorrow. Because that's what an obedient housewife deserves, right? To be treated right, to be filled up after a lonely day."

Her words come out as a growl, running a hand over your ass before squeezing it and giving it a light smack that makes you yelp. Slowly, she guides the tip through your folds, the silicone texture teasing you and making your legs tremble with both anticipation and impatience. Minutes later, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the walls, your moans coming out in soft, short gasps while the floor creaked under Sevika’s boots. Her grunts and heavy breathing tickled your ears, soothing you into a cloud of bliss.

“F-fuck, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” Sevika grunts, pulling harsher on your hair, making you cry out in pleasure. “You can carry my babies, right, sweetheart? Say yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, your vision blurry with tears and your mouth hanging open as you continue to stare up at her while she pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yes, I will…”

Sevika grins, beads of sweat forming in her brow as she pushes deeper with each thrust.

“You are even more beautiful like this,” Sevika says in between heavy pants, her teeth gritting together and her grip on your hair and hip tightening as you clench around her.

At the end of the night, the mess in the kitchen was left untouched, your body immobile and her cum mixed with your own dripping down your thighs. Her heavier body presses against your own, her heavy breathing tickling your neck.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers softly into your ear, her bigger hand resting on your stomach. “I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

[graciedollie]

first off, I’m so sorry my requests are so in depth, but i have so many grayson!scenarios and i just want them to play out right. 😭��

you might have to do research (oops)😓 but maybe 🩵 chef!grayson, because she it’s canon that she’s Persian, so she makes a dish for the reader.

(deadssa, BIG thank you for the recent ones, they are both really fucking good) 🩵

Chef!Grayson Headcannons

pair: chef!grayson x pastrychef!reader

warnings; nothing drastic fr. just lovey dovey stuff <3

a/n: id say i did a good amount of research on this and bby lemme tell you, persian food look so bomb like fr fr BUT hope you enjoy <3!! AND TYYYYY

I would feel as if her restaurant would focus on a more elegantly minimalist style, adding with the traditional Persian motifs and rich colors of blue and red—including the floral pattern and intricate artwork. The restaurant would definitely have a welcoming yet elegant atmosphere as it was mirroring the subtle distinction of Persian cuisine!!

Soon as you would walk in, you’d be hit with a aroma of grilling meat, variety of spices, and a earthy tones in the air. You’d also catch a glimpse of a shelf of imported wines that are just fine, plus beautiful roses at each table.

When she first saw you come through, you were pretty confused on how to pronounce some of the meals and you didn’t really know what were in the dishes. She didn’t mind at all, if anything, she was happy to help figure out what you wanted and explained about what was in each dish—such a sweetie <3!!!

You would soon fall in love with the dishes, soon prompting you to be a regular—either if it was by yourself or with your friend(s). It would get to the point where she knew what dish you were gone pick, knowing exactly what time you’d show up, and already having your meal ready—whether it was to go or dine in.

There were some times you’d stop by for a quick bit and just have a chat with her if she wasn’t too busy. She started to love your little chats and started to learn more about you; you knew how to throw down in the kitchen, whether it was baking or cooking.

She would come intrigued when you would tell her your cooking tricks, listening attentively as she would watch you passionately ramble on and on about how you’d do this to make a cake fluffy or this to make ribs more tender. “Seems you know your stuff, love.”

There would be times when you pick up your meals, there would be a small heart or a little smile face written on the side—always earning a small smile, which she always loved to see whenever she saw you!!

On closing times, you’ll sometimes visit her and let her in on some more tips—even telling her that you picked up a few Persian recipes and you’d be happy to share, which she obviously couldn’t pass up!! So ofc, she said yes!

There would be days when you come in for usual meal at usual time, she’d give you a small flower, which would led to small bouquets with small letters in them—which would ask if you’d like to go on certain dates. Whether it was wine tasting, going out to eat, or her cooking for you—she wanted to know you more.

She loves when you invite her over to your own small little restaurants—watching how focused and precise you were when it came down to either braising a good steak or puffing up some croissants. She would watch how you’d stick your tongue out and furrow your brows when you’re focusing.

There are times you’d invite her over to show her the new Persian recipe you learn since you wanted to show off a little and do a little something for her. She’d be astonished at how you got everything down to a T. “I see you’ve been practicing, hm?”

She’d also come around your little restaurant here and there with flowers to fill your vase. You mention your favorite flowers to her once and she made a mental note and made it a habit of getting you new ones every week or two just so it lightens the place and your precious smile.

It wouldn’t be long until you decided to start asking her to come over to your restaurant and have a little date there after closing time—discussing things like childhood meals, your passions and whatever came to mind.

With the time you spend with her, you see her so much more than just a chef who can cook. She’s a deeply passionate, romantic person who takes pride in her cooking as it reminds her of her childhood that holds dearest to her heart and there’s nothing better than childhood meals.

It wouldn’t be long until the basic dinner dates would switch over to seeing each other more frequently and becoming more comfortable and even intimate. She’d cook your favorite meals as you did hers with her childhood meals.

With time passing along, it’d be official that you two finally became official—bonding over a passion for cooking. It was all too perfect and felt too good to be true, but you both wouldn’t trade it for a thing ofc <3!!

hope you enjoyed this dollies <3

taglist!!

@sillygirl-lol

[groovycereall]

This is how it should be

likeeee. the serve. scientology must be destroyed

[wrapmeinsilk]

Me. Pink ribbon. Sandwiched between them. Strawberry flavored lube. A vibrator. Whipped cream. That’s all.

[sodavettel]

charles leclesbian is done

[alexeetzcatz]

i would ask a butch to pull my panties off with my teeth but i’m a total virgin i think i’d sound like a squeaking mouse 💞

[fattygobbler]

a treat. For the timekeepers out there. Haha.

I missed drawing her she is so fun. So whimsypilled.. Agh.. wife Excuse the poor attempt at her key lookin thang

anyways disappears again (also mwahahaa the last one is a redraw of smt... 😚😚Wink wonk)

[syn0dicosmosis]

Drawing of Farcille monster Yuri

Inspired by this tweet

[stardustmuseum]

girls will be like “this shade of green 😍” about every shade of green they see, and they’re right

[disgustinggf]

thoughts on women?

yeah always

[wis-art]

LESBIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lazylittledragon]

and what if they got married. what then

[reincarnatedvaleriesolanas]

I fucking ADORE it when women PEAAAAAKKKKK and speak their truth. The fact that i saw this on tiktak restored my faith in humanity

[frenzyarts]

HELL YEAH LADIES

Op of the original post was a terf (despite the Barbie movie being openly trans positive) so I stole it 😋

[spideyhina236]

A fucking need!🥺💜

[gravegoer]

OMG I love your last sevika work💖😍

Can we maybe have more oblivious reader ?🥹👉👈

Maybe reader being a total housewife for sevika and loving her VERY much 💖 (my girl deserve a rest )

Taking care of her ✧₊⁺

thank you for your support ! i totally agree with you, my girl needs a BREAK so heres to giving some loving to sevika when she needs it and implementing a little more oblivious reader :) + a little blurb at the end for fun <3 !!

masterlist here

You let Sevika over often. She found a kind of comfort at your home, more so than at hers. Her place was kind of.. plain. I mean, it was funded by Silco, and she's barely home to begin with, always out on missions or at the bar.

But after you offered her your key, saying, "You can come over anytime you want, I don't mind." She definitely took up that invitation. But not without teasing you.

"Want me to come whisk you away in the night, huh? I bet you'd like that."

She basically moved in with you, coming home after a particularly hard mission late at night, sliding into bed with you. You would awake at the intrusion and immediately tell her to get up so you could survey her injuries.

Sometimes you'd make her warm soup if you were alert enough, she wrapped her thick arms around you, her warm hand contrasting with the cold metallic of the prosthetic. Breathing deeply into your ear as you stirred the pot.

You just being her cute little wife made her melt.

On the nights you didn't wake, she would let you sleep in, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your slumber. Letting out a deep chuckle at your small snores. Then she would walk over to the window and light a cigarillo before you awoke.

Instead of going to the bar when she was stressed she would lay in your lap on the couch while you massaged her head, making all her worries shrink away. She groans when it feels especially good, and furrows her eyebrows when you giggle at her noises.

Speaking of massages, she loves when you rub her tense shoulders and whisper sweet things to her. Although she would never admit to it, she smiles at your adamant complements when her face isn't in view.

While your fingers work into her broad shoulders she would tell you stories about the people she has met and the places she's been. The places she wants to take you.

She tilted her head back to rest it on your chest, looking up at you with hooded eyelids as a smile adorns your face. Planting a soft kiss to her forehead you continued your motions.

She screams internally when she sees you walk around the house with a cute apron on. "Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do," She purred, tilting your chin to plant a hot kiss on your lips.

When you asked her if she liked your cooking she was always painfully honest. Especially when it was good. She lets out a huge dramatic sigh at a good bite of a hot meal. And an even more dramatic grimace at a pinch too much salt.

When she stayed the night she would let you put her hair up in the morning, and on occasion help her get dressed. She calls you over to help her with the buttons on her vest, knowing full well she can do it herself. (She just wants to watch your cute concentrated face) Sevika indulges in the brush of your fingers against her chest, soft and gentle.

Her scent lingered when she left for the day, the dull smell of leather and something warm. She tries not to light up a cigarillo in your house often but the smell does inhabit the couch where she often lit one up while you sat all pretty in her lap.

She loved the way you felt atop her thick thighs, your legs dangling in between hers. She rubbed your thigh with her mechanical hand affectionately while she took a drag. These are the moments you savored.

One morning you woke up significantly earlier then Sevika, the dim moonlight peering through your blinds. Glancing at the clock you read " 5 a.m. " You tried to roll over, back into Sevika's chest as an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Her warmth radiates on your face and you try to snuggle impossibly closer so that it would spread throughout your body.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning you ultimately decided to get up. You silently cursed your forgetfulness, as the night before you stupidly forgot to draw your curtains. Slowly slipping out of bed you padded your way to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. The soft buzz of the bulb welcomed you as you fixed your messy bedhead in the mirror.

Turning on the faucet, warm water ran over your hands, after splashing it on your face you peered over at the tub. An idea popped into your head. Sevika's had a rough week and she could definitely use some relaxing before the weekend. You smirked at your bright idea. Waking up to a beautiful girl and a warm bath? What's better than that? (Nothing)

Cranking the handle of hot water you tested it, humming to yourself at the temperature. It filled the bath slowly and you watched while you sat on the edge of the tub. Thinking about how Sevika will enjoy your surprise, imagining her cute reaction, and perhaps her lips on yours. At your thoughts you almost drifted to sleep when you were pulled out of your daze by the hot steam hitting your face.

Standing up, you pulled out some soothing bath salts from under your sink, pouring a little into the bath. Swirling the water around with your hands you pumped some soap into the water, coating the surface of the water with bubbles.

When you were satisfied you tip toed back into your room, drying your hands off on your clothes. You giggled at Sevika's large frame on your bed, her snores muffled by the plush pillow on her face. You almost couldnt bring yourself to wake her up.

But you touched her gently on the arm, "Sevi, wake up," You whispered.

When she didn't respond you shook her carefully. She groaned at the intrusion and turned to face you. "What..? it's too early for this," Her husky voice grumbled. She wasn't pleased to see you standing at the edge of the bed instead of laying beside her.

"I have a surprise for you," You whispered sweetly.

This made her squeeze her eyes shut for another second and sigh before running her hands over her face, "Okay, surprise me sweetheart."

You pulled her out of her spot, the blankets pooling on the floor around her feet. Helping her stand up you lead her to the dimly lit bathroom. Her hand was warm in yours, you noted the her light squeeze when she saw what was beyond the bathroom door.

Looking up at her face you saw a small smile grace her features, highlighted by the glow of the light, "All for me?"

You smirked in pride, "Yep! I knew you'd need it. Like it, huh?"

"Always know what I need," She purred while stroking your cheek with a thick finger.

Walking over to the tub, she sat on the edge. Her two fingers beckoned you to come closer, spreading her legs so you could stand between them.

"Join me?"

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