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ncrthofnowhere · 1 month ago

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sweet dreams — part one

summary : your roommate sucks, but you sort of wanna fuck her, and that's just a terrible problem to have.

tags : nsfw! modern!au, sevika's huge butch cock, & mentions of masturbation.

wc : 1.1k

notes : for the precious anon that wanted more badroommate!sevika <3

Sevika was the worst roommate ever.

You’re going insane. You swear your lungs are turning black from all the second-hand smoke you’re inhaling. Sevika smokes inside the apartment constantly and she doesn’t listen to you when you yell at her to blow it out the window. You would really like your security deposit back, but at this point, you’re shit out of luck because the walls are definitely going to be stained yellow by the end of the lease.

You’re going insane. You get no sleep. She brings girls over every night and they’re always so damn loud when they’re going at it. You hate it.

(“Oh Sevika!”

You’re on your stomach, biting into your pillow and trying to keep quiet as you rub furiously at your engorged clit. Unlike some people, you were considerate of the fact that your apartment had walls as thin as paper. Still, keeping quiet was difficult when your fingers felt so good against yourself.

“Fuck, you’re so big!”

You can’t help but whine at that. God, your mind drifts to Sevika, how insufferable she is and how deliciously her cock would fill you up. You’ve seen it, you work mornings and have seen the bulge she sports around in the early dawn when she’s half awake and still slightly hard from morning wood.

You think about how smug she would be, fucking you, how she could fold you in half and pound into you like you were meat and how you would thank her all the same. You think about how it would look to a third person, how her musclebound ass would clench with every thrust she makes into your cunt. You think about how you would come and whine for her to stop, saying it was too much and that you were too sensitive and how she would smirk and tell you that you could take more for her.

You think about Sevika, Sevika, Sevika.

Your hips jerk sloppily to the rhythm of the fingers on your cunt. The noise it makes is delightfully sinful. You want Sevika to drink it all up, to tongue at it until you were writhing and screaming on her bed.

It isn’t long before you hear a moan that was louder than the rest and a low groan that definitely belonged to Sevika.

You come with them, your cunt squeezing and spasming against your hand. The orgasm has you struggling to breathe steadily as you flop onto your back. You’re too spent to get up to clean yourself, so you suck yourself off your fingers and wipe the spittle against your bedsheets. You let out a pleased sigh and fall headfirst into blissful sleep.

You can’t quite look Sevika in the eyes the next morning.)

You’re going insane. You’re annoyed all the time. She seemingly loves annoying the fuck of out of you because she teases you every time you walk out of your room. You’re trying to get used to it, the sexual innuendos (you always roll your eyes at those), the size jokes, (you’re really not that small, she’s just well built, alright?), and the fucking sex jokes, by god, the sex jokes at your expense. No, you aren’t a “prude,” you just… don’t have time for that.

(It started after the fifth girl she brought over. You confronted her, begged her to go to a damn hotel or something because it was getting ridiculous. You're probably only getting five hours of sleep a day and your clit really cannot take another night.

“I don’t really see the problem here,” she had said with her signature smirk.

“Sevika," you hissed, fuming, "You have these girls moaning like it’s their job!”

“Jealous?”

You had blushed at that and Sevika, observant as she was, did not miss the way your face turned tomato red.

“Wooow,” She draws the word out with the biggest grin on her face, amused to all hell, “you are!”

“Wh–” You wheezed, caught off guard, “No? I’m not!”

You sort of are. There’s no fucking way you’ll tell her that though.)

You’re going insane.

This woman is fucking insufferable. You wouldn’t really call yourself a petty woman per se, but Sevika makes you that kind of person. The idiot leaves her prosthetic arm everywhere around the apartment and it brings you immense satisfaction to hide it — just to see how panicked she gets when she has to tear the entire place apart to find it.

You do not know how you were going to survive sexual frustration without fucking your roommate, which would be very, very bad. Or without going completely bald from the stress. Baldness would be preferable, honestly.

You sigh as you fumbled with the old front door knob to your shared apartment. You really don’t understand why the fuck your landlord refuses to just replace this ancient thing — the prongs of your keys get stuck in the eroded hole on a regular basis and it is a pain in the ass to wrestle it out without breaking the metal.

After ten straight minutes of struggle, you finally get the door open, only to get hit in the face with the strong odor of cigarillo smoke. Fucking god.

“Sevika!” You snarl, ready to yell at her.

The woman in question is sitting by the window, cigarillo in hand while actively blowing the fumes outside. You blink and look up and down at her. Sevika has seemingly dressed down for the night, wearing only an undershirt and loose sweatpants. The bulge between her crotch is deliciously highlighted by how she’s manspreaded across the loveseat.

She raises her eyebrows up at you expectantly. You swallow, your throat suddenly desert dry.

“…Hi.”

Sevika chuckles lowly at that, “hello.”

“I was—” you cough, “—I was going to yell at you for, uh… smoking inside.”

Sevika nods along slowly, like you were the crazy one here and she wasn’t the woman sitting in the living room with a hard on and blowing her cigarette smoke out the window for the first time in the three months you’ve lived here.

She uses her muscular arm to brace against the loveseat in order to sit up properly on the couch. The cigarillo looks delicate in her calloused hands. The movement highlights the muscles in her biceps and forearms, but it also jostles her cock, making you swallow harshly. She has to be doing this on purpose, you think.

“I’ll just—” you squeak out, gesturing awkwardly towards your bedroom, “I’m going to my bedroom now.”

Sevika smiles at that and brings a hand up to wave condescendingly at you.

“Sweet dreams.”

At that, you run to your room, slamming the door so hard the walls around seemed to vibrate. You slump against the door frame, horny and sweating.

What the fuck.

those that wanted to be tagged : @sevikalover824 ; @sevikaswife135 ; @djstinkyfartz ; @carotenoidstereo

#works ; 𖤐 #sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane x you #arcane x reader #arcane #there will be a part two!#maybe even a part three >:)

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rabidbatboy · 1 year ago

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[ PT / mutt femme ; for femmes who identify with the word ‘mutt’, like mutts or are related to mutts in some way

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coined by me / PT ]

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gravegoer · 4 months ago

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sevika, grayson and ambessa cuddling hcs 🥹🥹 i love them

Cuddling the butches -`✮´-

thank you for the ask, anon. heres some sevika , grayson , and ambessa because the last fic a while ago got a lot of love (rightfully so) <3 !!!

more of them , masterlist

Ambessa loves being the big spoon, pressed up behind you with one of her thick arms under your head, the other grabbing at your torso.

It's calming for you both when you trace over the scars on her arm under your head, leaving small kisses trailing after your fingers. She shows her appreciation by returning the favor and running her hands under your shirt to trail up your stomach.

If you grew ticklish at your touch, she would reluctantly stop, punctuating her actions with a kiss to the shell of your ear.

Sometimes, you would roll over to lay on her chest, her back now against the bed and her arm over your shoulders.

This way, she could see your face and admire your features with a smirk. Loving the way you look up at her with sleepy eyes and a smile gracing your lips.

Her chest was thick and comfortable to lay on, hearing her heavy heartbeat in your ear. This was one of your favorite sounds, and did its job at lulling you to sleep.

These were just your activities before you fell asleep, but once you do thats when the fun begins..

She was unusually hot when she slept (not just temperature wise). Sometimes, you'd have to throw the blankets off you both in the middle of the night just for some freedom.

And the fact that she is as close as possible to you doesn't help either. But on cold nights, you appreciated it, snuggling your face closer into her arms to feel the heat.

Her snores were deep and loud. That woman is always in a deep DEEP sleep. Sometimes, it woke you up, but you didn't mind. It just gave you more time to relish being in her arms.

Sevika is just a big softie, she wont admit it in words, but she loves being little spoon.

You definitely have to stretch your limbs a bit to wrap around her frame, but it's okay. it's for her. Usually, you can wrap your legs around her waist and hold her shoulders. She feels safe.

Sometimes she will turn around and put her face in your chest so that she doesnt have to face the world (just your tits).

She likes to inhale your scent and hear your heartbeat, and it makes it easier for you to stroke her hair and hum to her.

In that position she has her thick arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to the bed. (God knows she only needs one thats why she was nerfed)

She doesn't wear her mechanical arm to bed most of the time in fear of hurting you or crushing you with it.

But sometimes she will be lazy and just throw a pillow around her metal arm so that she can hold you still.

If you had a bad day, she insists you lay in her lap, face in her stomach while she smokes a cigarillo.

To add to that, have you seen her thighs? You fall asleep instantly due to comfort. And shes not complaining.

And if you are really sleepy, she will carry you around the house with one arm whilst doing her daily tasks. (Have you seen her wrangle isha with one arm?)

If she needs to step away for a second, she sits you on the counter, leaving you to huff at her absence before immediately picking you back up again.

Grayson is definitely the type of person to like the weight of someone's body on top of hers.

Just lay on her, legs on both sides of her hips and arms around her neck. She doesn't need a weighted blanket while you're sleeping over.

It's also easy to plant kisses on her neck and jaw, soothing her to sleep.

She also has a bunch of pillows, and you both wake up with them all over the floor (you might also be on the floor)

She is tossing in turning in her sleep every night. She was born this way, and if you do it too then you might be kick boxing eachother in your sleep.

Also, she will let you sit on her back while she lies on her stomach, pressing at her tense muscles and running your fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck.

When you are having a hard time falling asleep, she will soothe you with her husky/gravelly voice right in your ear. You can feel her hot breath on the side of your face while she whispers sweet nothings to you.

I know she's a dream to wake up to, her hair sprawled out all over the pillow and skin illuminated by the sun rise (NEED THAT).

When you wear her clothes to sleep, beware because you might not be sleeping for the next hour (that probably goes for everyone on this list..)

And her gun is always at her bedside. She is strapped and ready to protect you.

i know i said im on hiatus but shh...im posting drafts... i swear

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shouyuus · 3 months ago

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sfw; modern neighbor!vi au

cool but enough about that. thinking about vi who lives in the same apartment building as you and is on the same floor just a few doors down, who sees you struggling with some boxes when moving in so she sweeps in to your rescue and well i mean you're not one to look a-gift-horse-muscular-butch in the mouth when she's so valiantly offering to carry these boxes for you.

who introduces herself and tells you that she lives here with her sister, who's studying mechanical engineering at the university. her? oh, she's a freelancer! you know how it is these days, teaches boxing at the local gym, helps her dad with the family bar on the weekends sometimes, "bit of this and a bit of that." and it sounds like she doesn't wanna talk about it all that much so you don't ask.

you ask her in for a cup of coffee, say it's the least you can do to thank her for helping you with the boxes.

"pleasure's mine, helping a pretty girl like you."

woof.

you swallow, busying yourself with your beat up little moka pot, asking her if she wants sugar or creamer. both, she says, and you pause, looking over your shoulder. she's leant up against your half-unpacked sofa, her arms knitted loosely over her chest.

"what? i've always like my stuff with a little bit of sugar."

it's a simple enough statement but the way she says it makes all your fingers and toes tingle. you swallow, fiddling with the fraying edges of your sweater sleeve.

"yeah, no -- that's --"

you jump as the moka starts to bubble and you pull it off the stove, feeling the same heat working it's way into your skin.

it's easy, so easy, after that. she offers to help you unpack (only if you need it of course) and well, you could use another pair of hands. you tell her that you'll pay her in pizza, and she smiles so wide you can see the hint of a dimple etching itself into her cheek.

you end up spending the whole day together, and when all the boxes are broken down and tamped into a pile by the door, your fingers grease-stained, sitting curled up on your now fully built-out couch, with plastic cups of prosecco, she sighs, staring into the bubbling liquid with a smile just a hitch away from sadness.

"cool! well -- thanks for the pizza," she sets down the cup and pushes up off the couch. you clear your throat and scramble up as well, pressing your palms into your thighs.

"no! thank you for helping me --" you motion around your apartment, "and uh --" you chew on your lips, teetering on the balls of your feet.

"if you ever wanna hang out," vi says, grinning as she rounds the sofa, glancing over her shoulder, "i'm just two doors down."

you slump down onto the sofa, pressing a hand to your chest, feeling it's wild, fluttering beat beneath your palm as you try to steady your breathing.

a few days later, you knock on her door, only to find a girl with shocking blue space buns and a pair of magnifying goggles on her head that make her look truly unhinged.

"who're you?"

you blink, fingers clutched around a large mug.

"uh -- uhm -- i just -- i moved in to the unit two doors down a few days ago and i was -- i was wondering if i could -- borrow some... sugar?" you hold out the mug, wondering if you've just royally fucked up.

"powder? who's at the door?" vi's voice calls out just as the girl with blue hair opens her mouth.

powder pauses, a sly smirk twisting the edge of her lips as she pushes up her goggles to reveal bright blue eyes just a few shades darker than vi's.

"oh no one, juuuuust... the super cute neighbor you couldn't shut up about from a few days ag --"

something clanks from further in the apartment and the girl named powder gets yanked back as vi appears, wide-eyed and a bit disheveled, clearing her throat as she almost crashes into her doorframe.

"h-hi! what -- what're you doing here?"

"i uhm --" you swallow, warmth prickling beneath your skin.

"sugar," powder says, rolling her eyes, waving a hand as she prances back into the apartment.

"sugar...?" vi asks, almost uncomprehending.

you lick your lips, holding out the cup, "yeah... i -- uh -- ran out..."

vi blinks down at the empty mug for a second too long before her eyes flash up to meet yours.

"yeah? what've you been up to, using so much sugar?"

you lick your lips, biting down on our bottom lip as she steps back to motion you into the apartment. it's not big, but it is cozy, sticky-notes and doodles littering almost every available surface, cups with day-old coffee/water/tea cluttered on the countertops. but vi reaches up into the cupboards and tugs down the sugar bag.

"i --" you cut off as she fills up your cup.

you don't want to tell her that you were trying to bake cupcakes of all things. and for her no less.

"ahh... don't wanna tell me? s'okay -- fine then, keep your secrets," she teases, shooting you a tiny wink as she leans up to put the sugar back.

"it's --" you nearly trip over your words as they tumble out of you, "i was -- wanted to make some cupcakes -- f-for... you..." you force out, turning away as her eyes widen slightly, "but i keep fucking up the measurements so --" you chance her another glance.

vi watches you with a soft smile, leaning against her kitchen counter.

"for me, sugar?"

you nod, now feeling impossibly hot as she vi slates you a knowing smile.

"well, lemme know when you're done," she says, "and uh..." she glances down at your sugar cup, "don't be afraid to put in a little extra for me, okay?"

you walk back to your own apartment in a daze, staring down at the cup of white sugar grains as you finally get back to your kitchen and set the mug down. you look at the two batches of failed cupcakes sitting on the counter and sigh, a helpless little smile ticking up the corner of your lips as you remember the twinkle in vi's eyes as she'd told you to add a little more sugar for her.

you drop your face into your hands with a loud groan, slumping back onto the couch, letting your feet dangle off the side as you stare at the light-stricken ceiling.

and you say, to no one in particular --

"i am so, so fucked."

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youngheejay · 3 months ago

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Winter mornings and weird misunderstandings

You just wanted Sunghoon to buy you some pads, but he’s a little silly bf

Starring: Sunghoon x fem!reader [fairly new established relationship]

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A sharp pain in your lower abdomen disturbed your peaceful sleep.

You glanced at the clock confused. It was 6:56 am, why did you wake up so early? Frustrated, you buried your face in your fluffy pillow. You had hoped that you could’ve slept in on your well deserved rest day. The comfort of your blanket and pillow made you want to bury yourself in your bed but God had a different plan.

On cue, another pain shot through your lower stomach.

This is going to kill me.

You really didn’t want to leave your warm and cozy blanket, knowing well enough that as soon as you escaped your cocoon you’d be met with the cold reality of a winter morning.

After convincing yourself that you’ll be able to sleep more comfortably after going to the bathroom, you started to unravel yourself from the thick blanket. Only then you realised that something was holding you down. A heavy and familiar, yet unusual and odd weight rested on your waist.

Afraid and slightly in panic, you slowly but steadily turned your head to the side. The sight in front of you melted your heart instantly and you had to suppress a chuckle from escaping.

Gosh, I’m so stupid. How could I forget?

You wished you could’ve taken a picture so that this scene would last you an eternity. But you knew if you moved away to grab your phone he’d wake up and ruin the moment. So instead of reaching out for your phone, you carefully made yourself more comfortable and looked at your boyfriend with fond eyes.

There he laid with the sweetest pout on his lips, his cheek squished against the pillow and his eyebrows softly furrowed in a cute manner.

You had to suppress the urge to squeeze his squishy and roundish cheeks. Your heart was full of love and adoration for the man laying beside you.

Pursing your lips, you dared to lightly brush away the strand of hair that fell directly on his closed eye. You couldn’t resist it so you also caressed his face faintly with the tips of your fingers, hoping this wouldn’t wake him up.

Luckily, the only response you got was a soft grunt.

Due to his very high demanding profession as an idol you often times were restrained from some quality boyfriend-girlfriend time.

So moments like these were a true treasure. Especially seeing him so soft and peaceful on a sunday morning. Normally, sunday mornings were spent at some kind of filming or broadcast studio for sunghoon.

When your boyfriend told you yesterday that he’ll be sleeping over at your apartment, you couldn’t help but let out a high pitched squeal.

“I’ll be yours the whole day tomorrow since I don’t have any schedules.” He had whispered against your lips with a faint smirk. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

You let out a soft sigh, you felt so happy and content. In response, his muscular, but heavy arm tightened around you ever so slightly. This was a reminder to you to not make any noises.

Your boyfriend was a super light sleeper when he slept next to you. Even though it was a very rare occurrence that you spent the night together he somehow managed to instantly develop this sleeping habit.

It was a really weird thing that you made notice of. Because, whenever you found him asleep in his own bed at his dorm it was an impossible task to wake him up. He just wouldn’t butch.

His dear members also testified that he was a heavy sleeper and that they had a hard time waking him up.

But only after four months into your relationship you realised how severe the difference was.

The difference being: him sleeping alone vs. with you.

Whenever he fell asleep with you by his side he woke up at the slightest signs of you waking up or your discomfort. It seemed like he had a sixth’s sense when it came to you and his protectiveness over you awoke him even from the deepest slumber.

Fortunately, it got a little better the more you slept together. Now, you could turn around freely and even slightly caress him, without him waking up. As long as you were in his arms everything seemed fine to his subconscious instincts. But as soon as you slipped out of his arms he immediately woke up and yearned for your warm presence.

As cute as this observation was, it also worried you that maybe he wasn’t resting properly whenever you slept next to him. It was an obvious fact that your boyfriend was really overprotective and was concerned for you 24/7. Thus, you had to train him little by little so he could at least be relaxed while he’s asleep.

However, you did have a quite good achievement the last time he spent the night with you. You had managed to escape his hold and got yourself a glass of water. It made you very proud - maybe more at your ninja skills than of him.

Right now you had a difficult mission ahead:

Go to the bathroom and prepare yourself for your period. And if you were lucky you could even make yourself a warm bottle without him noticing anything. This would be true perfection. A new milestone in your relationship of 6 months.

And you believed that this was possible - luck shall be on your side. After all, sunghoon was exhausted from the recently finished promotions of his groups comeback. Hence, there’s a high possibility that he wouldn’t wake up like last time.

You took a deep breath. Focus, y/n. You’ve got this.

Little by little you took small steps to escape his embrace. With every movement of yours you looked at his expression with upmost concentration. Every micro movement of his was crucial for this mission.

And when you actually managed to slip out of his arms you couldn’t feel more excited. Wow, this is a really big step in your relationship. That’s the second time he didn’t stirred awake from you leaving the bed. Will this be the new norm from now onwards?

You only stood up from the bed when you were certain that he was still sleeping.

When you checked that the coast was clear you tiptoed out of your bedroom and softly opened the bathroom door.

Slowly and quietly, you closed the door and tried to be quick with your business.

Great, ugh, I already got my period. You hoped that you didn’t stain the bedsheets.

Whatever, you quickly wanted to clean yourself up and cuddle with your boyfriend. That’s why boyfriends exist, right?

When you opened the cabinet in your bathroom your heart dropped.

No, no, no, no.

This couldn’t be happening.

You were out of pads.

You scoffed to yourself ironically. Great.

What do I do??

You couldn’t just quickly go out to buy some. The next store was only a 15 minute walk but it was freezing and snowing so much outside.

You could take sunghoon’s car, since you didn’t own one yourself. But you cringed internally, thinking about going out while blood is running down your legs. And you’d probably stain the seat of his car. Not to mention that you had to clean up all of the fresh snow first.

You felt like crying. Why does stuff like this always happen to you? Ugh.

The pain became unbearable and your legs felt too weak. Even if you weren’t bleeding too much right now, you just weren’t feeling well. You needed to lay down.

The realisation of your current bloody situation kicked in.

You had to do something quickly.

Should I ask sunghoon?

But you just felt so shy. Sunghoon was your first boyfriend and your relationship was fairly new. It didn’t help that you didn’t get to spend so much time together yet, which is why your shyness towards him was still highly present.

What if he is disgusted by me? Or maybe he’ll get angry because he doesn’t want to buy these stuff? Or maybe he’ll even get mad because I woke him up because of this?

You had heard about stories like these. You already felt too vulnerable right now, you certainly wouldn’t be able to handle rejection.

But then you thought that this was sunghoon that you were thinking about.

Not some random dude you found on the streets. He always took good care of you. And he was definitely not some douchebag who wouldn’t help his girlfriend when she needed him the most.

Since the beginning of your relationship he had been nothing but a sweetheart towards. It wouldn’t be fair towards him to just assume that he wouldn’t want to help you if you have an emergency.

Nonetheless, you were a nervous wreck when you quietly made your way to your bedroom. With a thumping heart you went to his side.

“Hoonie?” You whispered so quietly that you’d be surprise if he woke up from that.

When he didn’t react, you caressed his arm a little and whispered his nickname again, this time a tiny bit louder: “hoonie, wake up, please.”

His eyes shot open widely and he reacted instantly as he abruptly sat up. His sudden movement startled you a little.

He recognised your stressed face and immediately furrowed his eyebrows in concern. His protective nature was shown instantly.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He rasped with his deep morning voice.

In response you gave him a nervous smile and played with the hem of your shirt.

Sunghoon immediately understood that something is wrong and pulled you by your arm towards him. You landed in his lap ungraciously and immediately squirmed around. You wanted to stand up because you weren’t wearing any pads but he tightened his hold around you with his strong arms.

“Baby, are you okey? Are you hurt?” He caressed one of his hand all over your body - as if to check for any injuries.

When he didn’t see anything his eyes quickly darted to the clock.

“No, everything is alright, hoonie,” you mumbled quietly, hoping he wasn’t mad at you. At the same time a sharp pain shot through your lower stomach, causing you to lay your hand on the area as you tried to act nonchalantly.

Of course, sunghoon noticed it immediately and put his hand over yours.

“I’m sorry I woke you up…” you searched for a way to tell him what you wanted from him.

Subconsciously, you took his warm hand in yours and pressed it against the area from where the discomfort blossomed.

Sunghoon squinted his eyes ever so slightly in confusion and rubbed the area under your bellybutton with the softest motions.

“It’s ok, honey,” simultaneously, he rubbed your back with his other hand. As you enjoyed the warmth his action was providing, you grabbed his arm from behind and dragged it down to your lower back, where you needed it the most.

You sighed softly, enjoying the comfort your boyfriend was providing and without noticing it, you leaned into his chest. Sunghoon also automatically leaned back on the headboard - albeit his state of mind was everything but relaxed.

You rested there in his lap - feeling so safe and comfortable and also completely oblivious to the chaos you caused in your boyfriend’s head.

Sunghoon was really confused on why you woke him up so early in the morning. Heck, he couldn’t understand why you would be awake this early on a Sunday morning. And the way you looked at him - something was definitely wrong.

He started to rack his brain with every single possibility of a problem you could be having right now. He wasn’t able to think that far as his brain was still fogged with sleep.

But then it suddenly clicked.

Fuck.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

She’s pregnant.

Sunghoons eyes darted towards his hand on your belly. Why else would she put my hand there?

His eyes widened in shock but he quickly tried to cover up his reaction and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Sunghoon felt his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment and frustration. Fuck, how could this happen?

What am I gonna do?

Fuck it. You’re the man in this relationship, Park Sunghoon. Get your shit together.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded after he mentally gave himself a pep-talk and pulled himself together.

“I think I know what’s going on,” he continued and cupped your face with his hands.

“Really?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yes, and I want you to know that it’s ok. Everything will be just fine, alright?”

You pouted in awe, “so you’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not, princess. Why would I be mad, baby?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, “because I woke you up so early in this morning?”

“Are for you real? I’m really glad that you woke me up. You know, we’re a team, y/n. We’re in this together,” he tried his best to soothe you.

“You’re so cute. Thank you, darling,” you pecked his lips, feeling grateful to have such a sweet boyfriend.

Just as you were about to pull away he closed the gap between your lips again and kissed you passionately.

You were stunned, not expecting him to kiss you with so much energy but of course you wanted to return the favour.

Sunghoon only pulled away slightly so his lips still lingered close enough to yours.

“Don’t thank me, baby, this my duty. I’ll always take care of you. Your comfort and needs are my top priority. Especially in this kind of situation.” Your heart melted hearing these heart touching words from sunghoon.

When he noticed that your eyes teared up a little, he instantly put his large and warm hand on your cheek and stroke it with his thumb.

“Don’t cry. You’re my strong girl, aren’t you?” You nodded in agreement with a determined look on your face. He’s right, I am strong.

No period pain in this world will take me down this easily. You felt a boost of confidence.

“To be honest, hoonie, at first I was really scared to share this with you. It’s just that this is such a sensitive topic to me as - you know - I always heard all of these stories were the boyfriend gets mad at the girl. And since you’re my first boyfriend - I don’t know - I was never in a situation like this before with a man. I just felt really insecure for a moment. But I’m so grateful I have you to share this with - it can be a really exhausting issue.”

Sunghoon cooed at hearing your deepest feelings - just not about the thing he was thinking of.

“It’s natural to be scared at first. But I’m glad you didn’t let your initial feelings get between us,” he then chuckled lightly, feeling his heart a little lighter than before, “can I be straightforward with you?” You nodded your head immediately, your big round eyes encouraging him to speak.

“When I realised it, not gonna lie, I was pretty shocked. Like I never thought about this before. And I know that our relationship is fairly new, but it’s okay, as long as we have each other, everything is going to be okey. Don’t worry your pretty little head. We’ll go through this together. There’s no need to hide things from each other, alright?”

You felt deeply touched by his words again, with a pout on your face you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck. “I’m so lucky that I have you,” you confessed sincerely as you nuzzled your face in his neck.

“I’m the lucky one, babe. I’ll always be there for you. And of course it’s my responsibility to take care of you.“ He took a deep breath as the severity of the situation settled in. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared and shitting his pants right now - heck, he felt his pulse pounding up in his ears.

He closed his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. Fuck. This is too crazy.

But then he reminded himself that he had you in his arms and that he couldn’t let his fears and worries transfer to you. You were too vulnerable right now in this state.

He took one big breath before he started to speak again: “As long as you have me, you don’t have to worry about anything in this world, alright, princess? That’s what you are to me - my own beautiful princess.” He kissed your forehead as if his words weren’t enough to make you emotional.

The only thing you were able to say was a soft, “I love you.” You didn’t even notice that you started to cry - you just couldn’t believe that you doubted your boyfriends kindness for even more than a second. Sunghoon tightened his embrace around you.

“I love you too. More than you can imagine…” he whispered the last past as if it wasn’t meant for you to hear.

“And of course,” he added, and before he continued he put his hand back to the place he was caressing before.

He hesitated for a moment, letting his brain process the new information.

Then he continued with a stable and confident voice: “Of course I love this little one also.”

…

You titled your head to side.

What?

“What?” You repeated out loud and leaned back.

When Sunghoon looked at you you realised that there was a shimmer of tears reflecting in his eyes. You have never seen him cry before - what the actual fuck.

After he didn’t respond to you, you hesitantly asked:

“You love… my… uterus?”

For a second sunghoons brain stopped working. He was stunned at your boldness - flabbergasted even.

“Baby, what are you saying?” His bewildered glance made you really shy and even embarrassed as if you were the one who said something weird.

“I-“ you wanted to say something but you were too taken aback to form a sentence.

You slightly hit his chest, “hoonie!!” you whined, “what are you talking about?”

“I’m- babe, wait- I’m so confused right now.” He squinted his eyes at you - his expression screamed for help.

“I’m obviously talking about our baby!!” He exclaimed in desperation.

“What?!” You matched his tone, “what baby??”

“Mine! I mean yours! No- I mean ours! The one I put inside your belly!” Sunghoon stuttered - he was utterly bewildered and felt his ears heat up in embarrassment to say it out loud like this.

“Are you saying I’m pregnant?!” You whined loudly in disbelief, not trusting your ears.

All of the sudden sunghoon got quiet real quick.

“…no.”

“Yes you are!!” You gasped dramatically and clasped your hand at your mouth. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you!! You really thought I’m pregnant?!”

“Park Sunghoon!” You hit his chest, “why would you think I’m pregnant???”

“Wait- I can explain, Baby-“

Hit

“Baby!!”

Hit

“Ahh!!”

Hit

“Don’t hit me, ba-!!”

Hit

Just as you were about to hit him again he quickly caught your wrist. “Princess- please let me explain!”

“It better be a good explanation, sunghoon! I can’t believe you thought I was pregnant! Do you even know what would happen if this was real?! We both would be dead! You’d get killed by your fans and I’d get killed by mom!!”

“I know-“

You cut him off again: “Why would you think this??? Are you saying I look pregnant?? Oh my god, don’t you dare answer this, Park Sunghoon!”

“No, bunny! It’s nothing like this I swear!”

You gave him a suspicious look.

“You woke me up at 7 in the morning, didn’t tell me what’s going on and you only put my hand on your belly! I assumed this because there isn’t any other plausible explanation, please!”

You huffed and puffed up your cheeks as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned away from you boyfriend.

Sunghoon laughed slightly as his eyebrows shot up in disbelief: “Don’t be mad now.”

“I’m not mad,” you sulked like a child.

“Will you please tell me then what’s going on? Otherwise I’ll be the one who’s ‘not mad’.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled: “I got my periodandIneedyoutobuysomepadsbecauseI’mout”

“Y/n.” He demanded, raising one eyebrow.

You turned around to look at him. Your cheeks were red and sunghoon felt a rush of cuteness aggression - if you were in another situation he would have definitely bit them.

“I got my period!” You said in an annoyed tone.

“Oh okey,” he nodded and breathed out of relief. Thank God.

“Yes! The complete opposite from what you assumed!“

“Why did you - and I really don’t want to sound like a jerk - but why did you wake me up? To tell me this?”

You rolled your eyes harder than before: “well, you do sound like a jerk. I’m in pain, alright?”

“Okey… do you want… I don’t know… cuddles?” Your boyfriend offered carefully as he still couldn’t figure out what you wanted from him.

“Of course, sunghoon! That’s what you always do! You know this already. You unlocked level 2 of ‘boyfriend’ like 4 months ago! But before we’ll cuddle you’ll go to the store and buy me pads and snacks!”

“Oh okey…” he nodded again slightly.

After a few moments passed he looked at you with wide and horrified eyes.

“What?!” He bursted out fearfully.

——

After calming him down and explaining to him your situation and what he needed to do, he was ready. Ready to be a man and buy his woman the pink packaged pads with wings.

Only for you to realise that you had a tiny problem.

“Don’t.” You muttered as you quickly pressed yourself into sunghoon, clinging onto his neck like a monkey and restraining him from standing up.

“What’s wrong?” He wrapped his large hands around your waist.

“We have another problem.” Your cheeks heated up. Sunghoon raised his eyebrow in question. “Please don’t be mad. I know it’s disgusting but I think I stained your trousers,” you blabbered embarrassed.

“Stained? How?” He was deeply confused - for the 50th time today and the sun hadn’t even risen yet.

“Babe…” you knew he was just a man when you purchased him but you didn’t know how bad his knowledge about menstruation was, “women bleed, like a lot. And I know when I stand up, you’ll be shocked to see how badly I bleed. Since I couldn’t wear my pads it just soaked through my clothes and stained yours. You know, since I’ve been sitting on your lap for quite a while now. I don’t even have to check, I already know it. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okey, ha ha.” He tried to act nonchalantly but his face gave it away - he was mortified.

“Babe, it’s okey, you don’t have to act tough. I know it’s disgusting. I’m also disgusted every time it happens.” You put your small hand on his cheek and that’s when sunghoon snapped out of his fear and pulled himself together.

Suddenly he hooked his one arm under your legs and the other went behind your back. He stood up abruptly from the bed causing you to screech in surprise as your hold onto him got tighter.

He then carried you bridal style towards the bathroom.

“What are you doing, hoonie?” You asked startled.

“I understand where you’re coming from. Blood is kinda… disgusting. But you go through this every month. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide this part of you because I’d be disgusted.” He kicked the bathroom door open, “I want to show you that I love every side of you. Whether you’re sick, tired, mad - or bleeding like Mother Nature wants you to.”

He sat on the edge of bathtub with you sitting again on his lap, “I want to be there for you, no matter what you’re going through.”

Then he turned the faucet on and checked the water temperature with the hand that was holding your legs before he turned back to you. The same hand was now resting against your cheek as he made you look at him.

“I don’t want to be that kind of boyfriend where the girlfriend is in pain or is having some kind of crisis and she feels like she can’t tell him about it because he’d be mad or disgusted. That would be the worst thing actually.” The look he gave you expressed so much sincerity. The intensity of it radiated his love for you immensely.

You didn’t know what to answer him.

“What did I do to deserve such a sweet and loving boyfriend?” You pouted with teary eyes - your heart was aching with pure love and devotion for your boyfriend.

“I know what you did,” he smirked lightly as he leaned into your lips. You were too hypnotised to answer him, so when he pressed his soft lips against yours he whispered against them: “you were being an angel waiting patiently for your man.”

——

Following your session of soft kisses and giggles, sunghoon took off your clothes and helped you into the warm tub full of bubbles.

He then quickly took a shower while you were enjoying his singing from the tub.

“I’ll be back real quick, babe.” He kissed your forehead fully clothed again, ready to meet the cold outside.

“Alrighty, I love you so much and drive carefully! It’s icy on the roads!”

“I will, honey, don’t worry. I love you more.”

—————

You were cuddling with your boyfriend on your coach and were enjoying his warmth and some hot chocolate, when all of the sudden he spoke up:

“So, I’m at level 2 of ‘boyfriend’?”

You chuckled: “No, silly, you reached level 2 when we were together for 2 months. When you cuddled me for the first time while I was crying.”

“Then, what about now?”

“Today you jumped from 5 to 10.”

“Really?” Sunghoon was surprised, and of course proud of himself.

You hummed in response.

“And at what level do I get the privilege to ask you to marry me?”

You looked at your steaming cup, hesitating a little.

After a few moments of silence, you whispered:

“10.”

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misaerabl · 14 days ago

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WHERE THE COFFEE IS ALWAYS HOT

(Diner Owner Abby x Single Mom Reader Headcanons / Inspired by Luke Danes and Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls)

!!Includes SFW and NSFW!! CW: wc... 2.7k - hc's, fluff, rough, real long and dirty tbh, mentions of both of you having partners before getting together, tension, morning sex, diner counter fucking, shower sex, face sitting, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (a!receiving) mostly top butch abby

SFW

Grumpy Abby, Sunshine You: Abby Anderson—the butch, no-nonsense, grease-stained, and flannel-clad diner owner—is known for her deadpan humor, perpetual scowl, and habit of cleaning a perfectly clean countertop just to avoid small talk. Meanwhile, you’re the charming, chatty regular who somehow worms your way into her life. You stroll in every morning, all bright-eyed with your kid in tow, talking her ear off about your chaotic work schedule or your latest attempt at cooking something other than boxed mac and cheese. Abby pretends to be annoyed, tossing out a gruff, “You ever shut up?” but she secretly looks forward to your rambling.

Saturday Breakfast Tradition: Every Saturday morning, you and your 9-year-old daughter settle into your usual booth—the one near the window, where the sun hits perfectly. Your kid demands a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a pancake shaped like a dinosaur (even though it always ends up looking more like a deformed blob). Abby, with a playful eye roll, dutifully delivers, never once mentioning how misshapen the pancake actually is. She even drizzles syrup around it like a moat, just to make your daughter giggle.

You and Abby have your own language of banter, a constant push-and-pull that keeps everyone in the diner entertained.

You: “Is the coffee supposed to be this bitter, or is this just a reflection of your personality?” Abby: (deadpan) “You want sugar or are you just gonna keep being a pain in my ass?” You: (grinning) “What’s the difference?” Her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smirk, but you catch the subtle dimples anyway.

Your kid picks up on the playful bickering and joins in.

Your daughter: (innocently) “Abby, why are you always so grumpy?” Abby: (mock scowl) “Because some kid makes me make weird pancakes every week.” Your daughter: (smugly) “You love it.”

Late-Night Diner Visits: On your worst days, you find yourself at the diner long after closing. Abby, still wiping down tables in her usual rolled-up sleeves and worn-out jeans, lets you in without a word. She makes you a grilled cheese and sits with you in the dimly lit diner, quietly nursing a beer while you vent about work or single-parent struggles. She never says much, just listens with a steady presence. When you get too tired to talk, she squeezes your hand, calloused fingers firm but gentle, and you swear she holds on just a little longer than necessary.

The Handywoman:

Abby, ever the butch handyman, becomes your unofficial repairwoman. When your kitchen sink leaks or your window frame sticks, she’s at your place with her toolbox before you even finish describing the problem. She grumbles under her breath the whole time—mocking your “shoddy” faucet and declaring your window “a lost cause”—but she fixes it anyway. You offer to pay her, but she just smirks and says, “You cook. I fix. Deal?”

You often come home to find tiny repairs you didn’t even ask for—a newly patched wall, a freshly oiled door hinge. She never mentions it, but you always notice.

Abby and Your Kid: Abby is a total softie for your daughter. She teaches her how to tie proper knots, use a wrench, and change a bike tire. Your kid starts bragging to her friends, proudly declaring, “My mom’s friend can fix anything.” Sometimes, Abby lets her help at the diner—letting her sprinkle cheese on burgers or pretend to take your order with a notepad.

When your daughter gets sick, Abby shows up with a fresh batch of soup and a stuffed dinosaur she won at the county fair, grumbling about how she “just had it lying around,” even though you’re pretty sure she spent an hour trying to win it.

Jealous Abby: The first time you go on a date, Abby is grumpier than usual. She slams plates onto tables a little too hard and glares at the poor bastard sitting across from you through the diner window. When you return, she doesn’t ask how it went. Instead, she casually mutters, “Your taste in men sucks.”

The Girlfriend Phase: For a brief, painful period, Abby dates someone. The woman is conventionally pretty—stylish, delicate hands, perfect makeup—and she clearly doesn’t like you. She gives you the cold shoulder and glares when she catches Abby sneaking smiles at you from behind the counter.

One night, you find Abby on your porch, beer in hand, freshly broken up. “She didn’t like the people I care about,” she mutters. She won’t meet your eyes, but her knuckles brush yours on the porch swing, and you feel your heart stutter.

The First Kiss: It happens after months of unresolved tension—after late-night repair visits, lingering stares, and brushes of her fingers against yours. One evening, Abby is fixing a leaky faucet in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, arms slick with water. When she finally finishes, she leans back on her heels and grins smugly.

“What would you do without me?” she teases, wiping her hands on a rag.

Without thinking, you grab her wrist and tug her toward you. You kiss her—slow, lingering, and deliberate. Abby freezes for half a second before she melts into you, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. When you pull back, breathless, she presses her forehead against yours and chuckles softly.

“Finally,” she whispers, before kissing you again.

Your Daughter’s Adorable Reaction: You try to be subtle at first, keeping your newfound relationship quiet. But your daughter catches you sooner than expected. One morning, she strolls into the kitchen and finds Abby pressed against the counter, your hands in her hair, lips locked.

Your daughter: (deadpan) “Umm… are you guys kissing?” You and Abby freeze, eyes wide. Abby: (awkwardly) “Uh… yeah.” Your daughter just shrugs and grins. “Cool. Does this mean Abby can sleep over all the time now?”

NSFW

Kitchen Counter Chaos: One night, you stop by the diner after hours to thank Abby for fixing your broken window. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, she’s pinning you to the counter, her strong arms bracketing you in. Her rough hands slide under your shirt, tugging it over your head, and her mouth trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You dig your fingers into her short hair as she pulls your legs around her waist, her hips grinding against yours. The countertop digs into your back, but you barely notice with her between your thighs.

Lazy Morning Sex: When Abby sleeps over, she wakes early but doesn’t leave the bed. Instead, she rolls you onto your stomach, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder blades. Her hand slowly drifts beneath your shirt, palm splayed across your stomach, fingers trailing lower. She takes her time, slow and deliberate, until you’re trembling beneath her.

Possessive Words: After confessing how jealous you were of her ex, Abby pins you against the wall, her breath hot against your ear. “You could’ve just said you wanted me,” she murmurs darkly before kissing you roughly. Her fingers curl around the back of your neck, voice low and possessive. “You’re mine. Got it?”

Sweaty, Greasy, & Gorgeous:

You have a not-so-secret thing for Abby fresh from working—a grease stain on her cheek, arms flexing in her white tank. She’s halfway through kicking off her boots when you grab her by the tool belt and pull her onto the couch, kissing her hard enough to make her groan against your lips, and everytime without fail, it ends in you on your knees, face buried between her legs as your toungue laps on her pussy.

Rough, Desperate, Can’t-Wait Sex:

One night, after the diner closes, you’re helping Abby clean up. You’re wiping down a table, and she’s behind the counter, her gaze dark and heavy as she watches you bend over ever so slightly. The tension is palpable—the kind that’s been simmering for weeks. Finally, she snaps. Without a word, she grabs your wrist and drags you into the back storage room. She slams the door shut and presses you against the wall, her lips crashing against yours with raw, unrestrained hunger.

Her hands are rough and desperate as they push your pants down, knuckles grazing your thighs. Her mouth is on your neck, biting and sucking, leaving faint bruises as she growls low against your skin. “Why do you have to be so damn gorgeous?” she pants, voice husky. She doesn’t waste time with teasing—she’s already dropping to her knees, lips trailing down your stomach as she hooks your legs over her shoulders, holding you in place with a bruising grip.

Her mouth is hot and relentless, making you squirm against the wall. When you tug at her hair, she groans into you, the vibration making you shudder. Her fingers are rough with callouses as they curl inside you, moving with purpose. She doesn't stop until your legs are shaking and you’re clinging to her broad shoulders, gasping her name like a prayer.

Kitchen Table:

It’s late, and Abby’s at your place after fixing your leaky faucet. She’s still in her flannel, the sleeves rolled up, and she’s leaning against your counter, arms crossed, watching you with a lazy smirk. You’re leaning over the kitchen table, cleaning up your daughter’s craft supplies, when you feel her warm breath against your neck.

“You should’ve asked me to fix you instead,” she mutters, voice low and gravelly.

Before you can retort, her hands are on your hips, guiding you back against her. She’s firm but careful, holding you in place, her lips teasing along the shell of your ear. When you push your hips back against her, she groans, hands tightening possessively.

She bends you over the kitchen table, sliding your shorts down with slow, deliberate movements. Her hands are rough—calloused and slightly scraped from all the repair work—and they feel so good gripping your thighs. She doesn’t hold back, fingers thrusting into you with an almost punishing pace, making you gasp and clutch the edge of the table.

Her voice is gravelly in your ear as she mutters, “You take it so fucking good for me.” When you moan her name, she smirks against your neck and growls, “Louder. Let me hear you.”

Over the Diner Counter:

You show up at the diner after hours, wearing one of Abby’s flannels over nothing but your underwear. She’s leaning against the counter, cleaning a mug, but her eyes lock onto you the second you walk in. Her pupils darken as she slowly sets the mug down, wiping her hands on a rag.

“You’re gonna regret that,” she mutters darkly, her voice low and raspy.

You saunter over, leaning against the counter, giving her a teasing smirk. Before you know it, she’s grabbing your wrist and hauling you over the counter. Your back hits the cool surface as she wedges herself between your legs, pulling the flannel open with one swift tug. Her lips are on you instantly—hot, possessive kisses that leave you breathless.

She doesn’t waste time. Her hands are everywhere—gripping your thighs, squeezing your hips. When she pushes two fingers into you, she watches your face with that cocky, satisfied smirk. “You’re so wet for me already,” she growls against your jaw. Her pace is rough and unrelenting, her fingers moving with purpose, hitting that spot that makes you arch off the counter.

When you whimper her name, she grips your jaw, forcing you to look at her. “Eyes on me, baby,” she commands, her voice rough with need. She doesn’t let you look away, holding your gaze as she makes you fall apart beneath her.

Shower Sex – Steamy and Wet:

After a long, sweaty day at the diner, Abby shows up at your place. Her white tank is clinging to her back, her hair damp from running her hands through it, and she smells faintly of motor oil and wood smoke. You drag her into the shower without a second thought, stripping her down and pulling her under the hot spray.

The second the water hits her skin, she’s all over you—backing you against the tiles, her lips trailing down your wet skin. She drops to her knees, her hands spreading your thighs apart, and she kisses the inside of your thighs with slow, teasing nips. When you whine her name, she smirks up at you, droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes.

Her tongue is slow and deliberate at first—long, languid strokes that make your legs tremble. When you clutch her damp hair, she groans against you, gripping your hips tighter. Her fingers leave bruises on your thighs as she holds you still, devouring you with a maddening rhythm that makes your legs buckle.

When you tug her up by her wet hair, desperate for her lips, she presses you into the wall and slides her thigh between your legs. Her voice is rough in your ear as she growls, “Ride me.” The friction of her strong thigh against you is almost too much, and when she grips your ass with both hands, pulling you harder against her, you come undone with a cry muffled by her kiss.

Wall-Fucking, Abby Style:

You show up at the diner wearing a little sundress—short enough to drive Abby absolutely feral. She watches you flit around the place, talking to other customers, flashing smiles that should be hers. By the time you get up to leave, Abby’s practically vibrating with jealousy.

The second you’re out of sight, she grabs your wrist and drags you into the alley behind the diner. She presses you against the brick wall, caging you in with her broad frame. Her lips crash against yours, hot and possessive.

“You like driving me crazy, huh?” she mutters against your mouth.

Her hands yank up your dress, bunching the fabric at your waist. She hikes your leg around her hip, her strong thigh pressing between yours. Her fingers are rough and desperate as they slide inside you, and she growls low in your ear,

“You’re mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”

She fucks you against the wall with raw need, her pace relentless. When you dig your nails into her back, she grunts in satisfaction, grinding her hips against yours as she pushes you higher and higher. When you finally cry out her name, she smirks wickedly and presses her lips against your throat,

“That’s it, baby. Let everyone hear who you belong to.”

Face-Sitting:

You’re sprawled out on Abby’s bed, legs spread, breathless and needy. She stands at the edge of the bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, looking down at you with that cocky smirk.

“You’re gonna ride my face,” she growls, gripping your hips and pulling you onto her. She lies back, hands firmly gripping your thighs, keeping you in place.

She doesn’t let you be shy—she pulls you down onto her tongue with firm hands, growling when you try to squirm away. Her tongue is relentless—slow at first, then fast and needy, flicking and curling in perfect rhythm. Her rough, calloused fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

“Don’t run from it,” she groans against you. “I wanna feel you fall apart on me.”

When you finally come undone, legs trembling around her head, she holds you there, keeping you riding her through the aftershocks. And when you collapse, breathless and boneless, she grins smugly from between your legs, her face flushed and slick with you.

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liaveyes · 17 days ago

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Thinking about cozy mornings with Sevika

so this is my first blurb/fic, please enjoy. 18+. men and minors dni...

You feel the soft sheets of your bed move, knowing that the huge and comforting weight laid on top of your chest will soon disappear. The silky hair of your lover soon disappeared but the disappointment ran short as you felt her lips peck your cheek. “Morning beautiful.” You open one eye and look directly at her, swooning at her handsome, rugged face and her charming gap tooth that peaked through her smirk. “Hi handsome”, teasing her with the same tone of voice she used on you.

You blink both eyes open to fix the blurred state of your vision from waking up. Sevika reaches over your face to grab your glasses off the bedside table of your side. You stare intently at the way the veins on her biceps bulge a little. Already feeling a wave of neediness. “How about I make us breakfast? But stay in bed, I’ll bring it to you.”

You follow every movement from the woman before you, fluttering your lashes as you look at her lips. Sevika puts on your pink-rimmed glasses while asking what food in particular you want. “Mmhh, whatever gives us enough energy to go another round.” You amused her, knowing you were spent from the 8-hour lovemaking session you guys had just last night.

You reached up to trace the blue scar on her cheek with such gentleness. Sevika stares back at you, you see the way her pupils dilate just from the sight of you with your hair sprayed out on the pillow, the hickeys and bite marks left on your upper body, and your tits peaking just above what the covers had blocked. If Sevika let herself think with her clit she would pounce on you the moment she woke up, but she had to take care of her girl first. “You just can’t get enough of me can you baby?.” She breathes out a chuckle and pecks your lips. You stay quiet, her morning voice, and the way the sun peaks through your blinds, giving the side of her scarred cheek a gorgeous glow. Fuck you were soaked.

Before she can completely get out of the covers, you grab her by the nape of her neck to pull her back on your lips and she gladly reciprocates. You lick the seam of her bottom lip as she opens her mouth for you to shove your tongue in. You moan in her mouth and grip her strong shoulders. She pulls away and you embarrassingly whimper at the loss of contact. She smirks at you while standing up from the bed and completely forgetting about both of your naked states as you gawk at Sevika's fully nude body. “How about we relax today, hmm? I’ll make breakfast, run us a bath, and we can watch a movie. Or we can do whatever you want baby, let me just take care of you.” Fuck you would be bleeding out of the nose like some pervert, you are, as you stay silent and stare at the curves and muscles of this holy woman in front of you. Her tits, her abs, her v-line, and her fucking happy trail leading down to that hairy bush.

Oh, how you would love to grind against her bush making it soaked from your cum. “Baby?” Sevika turned her attention solely to you when she heard your soft breathing come to a stop. She chuckles at your dazed state, following where your vision was directed to. Her happy trail. She loved how obsessed you were over it. How you would gladly bury your face down there- “SEV!” You shriek when you feel two calloused hands grab the side of your thighs. “Keep staring at me like that and your eyes will be rolling back until you faint.”

“I dare you..” You lick your lips and flutter your lashes to your butch. Sevika takes in the sight of you and my god were you in for a long day…

#sevika x reader #sevika arcane #lesbian #blurb #sevika x female reader #sevika x you #arcane #butch sevika #sevika smut

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xnalux · 4 months ago

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streamergf!vi hcs

part 1 part 3

warnings: none, fem!reader

pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine

streamergfvi: before your relationship was oficcially out she made sure to always post pics on her ig to hint she was clearly taken.

@/vistandsforviolence: sucks to be you ;)

@sevikunt: the girl is a paid actor

@vistansforviolence: go suck a dick

but after she actually announced her relationship to her community she made sure to floods her socials with pictures of you two together she took on past dates or just candind pictures of you (she totally made an album titled ''baby'' the first time she met you in person where she kept all the pictures she ever took of you). Everytime she snatch a picture of you, she usually does it when you are in the worst conditions ever, and you ask her to delete it she just pouts at you.

''but you look so cute baby''

In the end she never deletes the picture.

streamergfvi: who plays on streams every indie games you recommend to her. Her followers are sick of it because she always ends up never sticking to her streaming schedule.

''All right guys, i know we were supposed to play resident evil tonight but...''

and the chat goes wild

@/piltegoth: dude not again

@/chadjayce: you are such a loser for pussy is embarassing

@/Ekk0: weakest butch on the internet tbh

streamergfvi: who when she is not streaming she's probably lost tinkering with some gadget or tech. you find her, more often tha not, in her room cross legged on the floor, hands stained with grease and a look of intense focus on her face that's utterly adorable. She doesn’t ever notice you till you stand right in front of her frame hovering over a half opened computer (yes she totally works on the floor).

''babe?''

she raises her head and her eyes totally brighten seeing you in front of her

''baby you're earlier you were supposed to be here at...''

she takes a look at the her wrist clock face (she wears a clock, it's hot) realising you are definitely not early and she totally lost track of time again.

''shit i'm sorry, the little shit was acting up again and…i'll quickly get ready for our date...''

she ramble getting up and you totally don't give a shit that she is late because her hands are covered in grease, and her muscles are in full view, little droplets of sweat glistening her skin, you thanks whoever invented tank top.

she shuts up only when you surprise her with a kiss, her hands comiung up to grab your waist as she pulls you closer to kiss you back.

''what was that for?''

she smirks at you when you pull away a little breathless. your arms around her neck.

''you look hot''

you just smile at her

''oh you think i'm hot all sweaty and covered in grease?’'

she teases you pulling you closer to her by your waist, one of her hand coming up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear.

''you are gonna get my hair all greasy''

you giggle trying to get out of her grip. It usually ends up with her throwig you on her bed tickling you as you try to block her hands.

''just wait till i wash my hands''

streamergfvi: who has undiagnosed adhd and sometimes when you sleep over she wakes you up in the middle of the night still high on one too many energy drinks because she played a new game during her stream and literally can't wait till morning to show it to you. the only light in the room the one coming from her computer still on on her desk even tho she turned off her stream half an hour ago.

''baby are u asleep?''

You blink the sleep from your eyes and look at her, the picture of confusion and endearment. "What?"

"You've gotta see this! It's like someone took everything I love about games and put it into one amazing package!" she continues, her words tumbling over each other like a rock slide

''love it's 3am''

she gently grabs your wrist to pull you from the sweet cocoon of her bed

"I know pretty, but I just beat the first boss and I can't wait for you to see it!''

you end up cuddled in her lap on her gaming chair as she dives into the game rambling about all the cool stuffs you can do.

streamergfvi: who whenever she's got a new game that allows character customization makes sure to create a second one that looks like you. And it doesn't matter if she is on stream and her chat nags her to hurry the fuck up and just play the fucking game.

@/piltiesniperc: it's been 20 minutes

@/getjinxed: dude it literally looks just like her wtf

@/vistandsforvirgin: start the fucking game and stop being so gay

''just... almost done the lips are bugging me''

streamergfvi: who lets you put all kinds of stickers on her gaming set up and bought matching joystick and matching keychains and matching t-shirt. She literally loves matching shit.

streamergfvi: who thinks it's a good idea to let you cut her hair on stream. you stand there while she waves a pair of cooking scissors in front of the camera because ''scissors are scissors, they are gonna work just fine''.

''hello guys, today my pretty girlfriend is gonna cut my hair''

that's how you end up improvising yourself as an hair-stylist, almost poking one of her eyes out in the process because she can't sit still.

@/piltiesniperc: this is not what a meant when i said i liked lesbians scissoring

@/Ekk0: this is priceless

@/viktorious: omg i love when lesbians:

vi looks at herself in the camera moving her face from side to side, you definitely cut them shorter than expected and it's clear the haircut is uneven.

@/getjinxed: shit you look like a wet racoon, i need to see this irl

@/sevikunt: dumbest butch on the internet

as powder storms in vi room your eyes lingers on vi face and you just ask yourself how is it possible she looks even hotter than before.

''a wet racoon?''

vi asks offendend turning her gaming chair towards powder, who get closer to vi’s face with a little bounce in her walk and flashes her with her phone camera

''omg i need to show vander, you look ridicolous''

vi pouts turning to you

''do I really look like a wet racoon?''

and you can't help but giggle as you pull her from the back of her neck in a little kiss before whispering something in her ear, something that makes her cheeks flush and her lips curl upwards in a little smirks as she get up from her seat lifting you by your waist to get the both of you out of frame. The sounds of kisses and gigglies filling the room as powder quickly get in front of the camera.

''disgusting''

powder groan as she turn off the stream and sprint out of vi's room.

streamergfvi: who comes up with the most random questions. one minute, she'll ask about the plot of a game you’ve played a hundred times; the next, she'll muse on the theoretical physics of a game's universe. Her curiosity knows no bounds, and she's not afraid to dive deep into the rabbit hole of "what ifs" and "but whys" that often lead to the most entertaining conversations.

"Hey babe, do you think aliens would be into streaming games? What do you think their internet setup would look like?"

"If I started a podcast about the history of pencils, would you be my first listener?"

"What would happen if we tried to stream underwater?''

"Do you think I can teach myself to play the guitar while I'm streaming? It'll be fine, I've watched like three YouTube tutorials already."

''would you still love me if i had a third boob in the middle of my forehead?''

and the list could go on forever

streamergfvi: who hates being sick because she needs to stay put and just rest and she hates that but she kinda likes having you as her personal nurse. she wraps you both in a burrito of blankets, her hot skin flushing against yours as she tries to warm up her hands under your shirt.

''I'm gonna die''

she groans in the crook of your neck, her voice gruff due to her aching throat. you pepper small kisses over her head holding her close.

''your temperature is 37.7 baby, you are not gonna die''

you giggle endeared by your girlfriend anticts. she rases her head from your neck and look you dead serious in the eyes.

''i think i'm having auditory hallucinations''

she says and you know she is gonna say something stupid but you can't help yourself from asking anyway

''oh yeah? and what are they telling you?''

she smile playful at you, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed because of her fever

''that my only chance of surviving this is hide myself between your tits''

and she tucks her head under your shirt as you burst in a fit of giggles.

streamergfvi: who when you are the one sick drops everything she is doing to come to your house. A bag fulls of medicines and your favorites things which include your fav hoodie of hers because she knows it gives you comfort to wear it. she makes sure you are wrapped in as many blankets as she can finds before going to cook you soup and ends up spoon-feeding you while you watch the office.

''just another one pretty, you are doing so good''

she peppers your face with kissed even tho you remind her she is gonna get sick too

''i don't care, just pass all your sickness to me so you can get well''

and brush your teeth after you've thrown up before drawing you a bath and gently massages you shoulders.

streamergfvi: who’s love language is physical touch. And it's not just about the typical cuddling and kissing.

For her, it's about the little things that often go unnoticed, the constant reassurances of presence and connection.

when she's in the middle of a gaming marathon and you are sitting next to her, her love manifests in a gentle head pat, a playful nudge.

the way she always plays with your hair while you're watching a movie, or the constant need to have some part of her body touching yours while you both lay in bed.

And oh, the way she holds you. It's like she's trying to contain a tornado in her arms, strong, yet gentle.

Her love is the way she squeezes your hand tightly during a suspenseful moment in a game stream, transferring her excitement directly to you.

It's the gentle touch of her fingers tracing patterns on your skin when she's lost in thought, or the firm grip of her hand on your thigh when she's trying to focus and needs you as her grounding force.

It's the subtle brush of her hand against your leg while you sit side by side, the way she grabs yours during a particularly intense plot twist in your favorite show, and the warm pressure of her fingers on your back as she guides you through a crowded room. It's the way she kisses you goodbye, like she's trying to leave a piece of herself behind to keep you company until she returns.

Her love is a bit like her streaming setup, a little messy, a bit haphazard but genuine and raw and you wouldn't have it any other way.

an: I had so much fun writing this so let me know if you would like a part 3. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and interact with the part one, i got surprised by all the attention it got <3

I took inspiration from this beautiful art piece for the hair-cut part so credits to @ClaraDeArte on twitter

#vi arcane #arcane vi #vi x reader #vi x caitlyn #vi league of legends #arcane spoilers #arcane au #arcane #league of legends

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femmeroll · 2 months ago

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please could you write sevika dating a ballerina reader??? it can be headcanons (nsfwplss) or a short fic or whatever you like, thank uuu 🩷

i adore this!! thank u for the request my lovely ♡

sevika x ballerina!reader

cw: smut & fluff, hyperfemme reader, butch sevika, oral (r!receiving)

when sevika meets you, it’s like something out of a cheesy rom-com. it’s the middle of a cold, grey winter, and there you are at the bus stop. hair in a tight bun, legs adorned with light pink tights, and a frilly leotard to match. your zip-up jacket doesn’t conceal you at all from the bitter weather.

the second sevika sees you, she starts unzipping her heavy winter coat. the temperature was piercing, but she didn’t care. there was a cute ballerina freezing to death right next to her!

“hey…would you wanna borrow this? it’s way too cold for a light jacket like that, don’t want you to get sick or something.”

and the second you see sevika, light blush on her face with a hand outstretched to offer her jacket, a thousand lightening bolts shock your heart. you don’t yet know who this incredibly kind a wickedly handsome person is, but you know in your gut that you will find out.

you get sevika’s number so that you can ‘meet up’ to give her the coat back.

sevika asks you out after texting back and forth for a few days. she invites you to a cute cafe in town, one of those pretty ones that are covered in plants and vintage art.

you bring her coat to return it, but she insists that you keep it.

she pays for your drink and your pastry without hesitation. sevika is fidgeting with her sleeves the whole time. acting all shy as if she’s some high schooler who’s about to hold hands with a girl for the first time.

the two of you spend a whole afternoon getting to know each other. you learn all about her mechanic job and her two dogs and how she really likes doing crossword puzzles. she learns about how you’re a professional ballerina and you spend all your time at the dance studio.

sevika is so smitten it’s unreal. and when she sees you wearing her jacket when your ready to leave, she knows its game over. her heart can’t take it.

dating sevika is a literal dream. she’ll take you to every rehearsal and be in the front row of every single performance.

after every performance she greets you with a bouquet of flowers and the proudest smile plastered on that handsome face of hers.

“you were amazing as always, baby. i was cheering your name so loud at the end! did you hear?”

sevika will rub your sore feet after you’ve been in point shoes all day. every dancer knows just how fucked up your feet can get from those things. she’ll help you soak them in a salt bath and raise them up while she gently massages the pain away. she’s always gentle with you.

sevika prefers date nights at home. her perfect evening with you includes cooking you dinner, eating with you in the living room while watching a movie, and splitting you open in bed.

on the topic of the bedroom…

the first time having sex with sevika is after dance rehearsal. you come to her apartment exhausted and stressed about an upcoming performance.

while you’re trying to rant to your girlfriend, she gets a little distracted. every inch of your gorgeous body is on display in your tight leotard. and the way your legs are clothed in those sexy tights…she wants to eat you alive.

“…and the choreographer was being ridiculous. my feet were sickled for maybe half a second and-”

“can i help you relax?” sevika interrupts.

she gently grabs your hips with a smirk, peeling the straps of your leotard down.

“so worked up, aren’t you babe? let me make you feel better, please.”

sevika frees you from your tight dance clothes and nearly moans at the sight of your body. bare and needy, and it’s all for her. she gently lays you down on her bed, kisses trailing from your lips and throat to your stomach and thighs.

she licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, warm tongue sending shockwaves through your veins. she groans at the taste, greedily lapping at your pussy. she can’t get enough of the sweetness of you. and your cunt is nearly drooling over the way she eats you like you’re her last meal.

“god, you taste so damn good,” she growls into you, eyes dark as she pushes her tongue inside you. her nose rubs on your clit with every movement.

you’ve never cum so quickly in your entire life. watching her eat your pussy like a woman starved, the feeling of her hot tongue, her nose on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. it’s no wonder your eyes are rolling back into your skull after only a few minutes.

you clench around her tongue, whimpering out her name as she works you through your orgasm. once you start squirming from overstimulation, she comes up to kiss you.

“that make you feel better, baby?”

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x reader smut #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane smut #sevika smut #top sevika #bottom reader #ballerina reader #butch sevika

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c00chi3munch3r · 1 month ago

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Making out with a butch, one hand on your hips slowly rocking you against her thigh for what feels like hours, as the other teases and plays with your tits. Small needy moans and whines escape your lips, making her smirk against your lips, "desperate already?"

MEN AND MINORS DNI

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d-z20 · 2 months ago

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Sharing is Caring (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness (Agnes O'Connor) x Reader

Summary: You're making breakfast, wearing Agnes' flannel and boxers, your body still aching from the night before. However when she enters—completely bare and unapologetic—it sparks a teasing exchange about your skill at ruining underwear that quickly turns into something far more heated.

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A little teasing over breakfast turns into a masterclass in why you should never test a butch with a mean streak and a firm grip. By the end, breakfast is cold, you are wrecked, and Agnes is feeling very smug about it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, butch Agnes/Agatha, top Agatha, Daddy pet name, edging, brat/dom themes, use of 'good girl', thigh grinding/humping, smidge of degradation, choking, light (makeshift) bondage, fingering, unprompted pleading

Words: 2.9k

A/N: This fic is the result of a request based on my conversations with an anon

AO3 | Masterlist

You’re humming to yourself happily, swaying slightly in front of the stove as you make breakfast. Your muscles ache in the best way, a reminder of the woman who wrecked you in the sheets—and against the wall, and on the couch—before finally collapsing in your bed.

Now, Agnes’ flannel hangs loose over your shoulders, just reaching the top of your thighs, and her boxers sit snugly on your hips. A rustle from behind makes you glance over your shoulder, and you nearly drop the spatula at the sight before you.

Agnes O’Connor stands in the doorway, all sleepy eyes and tousled dark hair, completely and utterly naked.

Your gaze drags over her, drinking in the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the veins in her slender hands, the way the morning light catches the curve of her waist and the hard planes of her stomach. There’s something undeniably sexy about the way she stands—relaxed, utterly unbothered, owning the space like she was made to fill it.

“No clothes, detective? How scandalous.”

Agnes smirks, unruffled, and gestures toward you. “My clothes are already in use, it seems.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you force yourself to maintain composure. “You could’ve worn my underwear,” you smirk.

Agnes scoffs and steps forward, her movements almost predatory. "No, I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

She closes the space between you with slow, measured steps, all raw confidence and effortless strength. The counter digs into your lower back as she crowds you in, her shoulders squared, her body solid and imposing in the best way. Her lips ghost over your ear as she whispers, “Because you ruined them last night.”

One of her hands slides down, cupping your crotch through her boxers, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “And I bet you’re ruining these right now, aren’t you?” A whimper catches in your throat, your hips jerking slightly into her touch.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out except a hitched breath.

Agnes chuckles, giving you one last squeeze before pulling away, hands bracketing you against the counter. The warmth of her palm lingers, making your knees weak. But you, ever the little menace, won’t let her win so easily.

“Oh, how tragic,” you sigh dramatically, tapping a finger against your chin. “My poor, poor panties, ruined beyond repair.”

Agnes watches you through hooded eyes, unimpressed. “Such a shame,” she muses dryly.

You tilt your head, biting back a smirk. “I guess that means you’ll just have to keep me out of them.”

Agnes exhales sharply through her nose, dark amusement flickering across her face. “Is that right?”

“Mm.” You hum, pretending to consider. “Or, you know, replace them. I’ve always liked lace.”

Agnes’ lips quirk upward, though she says nothing, letting the silence stretch between you. Then, she takes another step forward, pressing into you just enough for you to feel the heat of her bare skin against your front.

“You can be as bratty as you like, darling,” she says, voice like velvet, “you’re just digging your own grave.”

You flash her a sly grin, eyes gleaming. “While digging my grave sounds tempting, there’s something else I’d rather be digging into.”

Agnes arches a brow, fingers brushing over your cheek while her other hand rests possessively on your hip. “Oh yeah? And what’s that, sweetheart?”

You twist at the last second, spinning out of her grasp, and turn back around to grab the two plates you’ve just finished preparing. Flashing her an infuriating grin over your shoulder, you say, “Digging into breakfast, of course! I don’t know about you, but I really worked up an appetite last night.”

You turn fully, plates in hand, just in time to catch the way Agnes bites her lip, nostrils flaring slightly as her gaze darkens.

Then, tilting your head with faux innocence, you decide to push your luck. “What were you thinking, hmm, Daddy?” The last word is a sultry whisper, teasing and utterly sinful.

Agnes runs a hand down her face before shaking her head with a chuckle. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“Well, at least you’ll die happy.”

You reach to set the plates down, but before you can step away, Agnes closes the distance. The warmth of her skin contrasts sharply with the cool air, a stark reminder that she’s still completely bare while you remain wrapped in her borrowed clothes. You barely have time to take a breath before her hands cage you in against the counter again.

Her fingers trail lightly up your arm before settling at your throat, thumb pressing just enough to make you swallow hard. The air between you crackles with electricity, your pulse hammering under her grip.

"You just don’t know when to quit, do you?" Her voice is low, dark, threaded with amusement and something even more dangerous.

You smirk, despite the way your breath catches. "And what if I don’t?"

Agnes chuckles, the sound vibrating through her chest as she leans in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Then I guess I’ll have to teach you some manners."

Her other hand snakes down your side, dragging over your waist before gripping your hip with purpose. You shiver at the barely restrained strength in her touch, your body already betraying you, pressing closer, seeking more.

"You were so good for me last night," she muses, her thumb stroking absentmindedly at your throat, keeping you right where she wants you. "But now? Now, you’re just begging for trouble, sweetheart."

Your breath hitches as she presses her hips against you, pinning you between her and the counter. "Maybe I like trouble," you whisper, letting the words drip from your tongue like honey.

Agnes tsks, shaking her head with mock disappointment. "Good, because that mouth of yours is going to get you in so much of it, darling."

With a firm grip, Agnes spins you with practiced ease, your back arching as your chest meets the cool countertop. A shiver runs down your spine at the contrast of heat and chill, Agnes pressing close behind you, naked body boxing you in. Her palm flattens between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place, while her other hand trails down your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your borrowed boxers.

"You know," she says, voice velvety smooth, "I should make you finish breakfast first. Let you sit with that ache; let you sit in the evidence of how badly you need me."

You whimper, hips shifting instinctively, seeking relief, but Agnes is quicker. She grips your hip firmly, holding you still. "Oh, no. You wanted to be a brat. Now you’re going to wait."

Her words are a promise, a challenge, and a punishment all wrapped into one. You pant softly, already feeling the frustration coil in your stomach. Agnes chuckles darkly, pressing a teasing kiss to the back of your neck.

"You’ll take it," she breathes, "because deep down, you want to be a good girl, don’t you? Hmm? Be my good girl?"

Your nails dig into the countertop, your resolve wavering as heat pools low in your stomach. Agnes presses another kiss to your shoulder, her voice nothing but sinful satisfaction.

"And when I finally let you have what you want... you’re going to thank me for it."

Agnes’ hand is still firm on your back, keeping you pressed against the counter. The heat of her body is maddening, so close yet just out of reach. "Already so pliant. I could just ruin you right here, couldn’t I?"

You bite back a whimper, shifting slightly, trying to push back against her, but she tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she tuts, "don’t be greedy."

Her fingers ghost along the waistband of her boxers, teasing at the elastic before pulling them down just enough to expose you. The cool air makes you shiver, anticipation crackling through your body like a live wire.

Agnes hums, dragging a single finger down your inner thigh, featherlight, just enough to make you squirm. "You’re already making such a mess," she chuckles, her voice thick with amusement. "You really are going to ruin these, aren’t you?"

A whimper escapes you before you can stop it, and Agnes chuckles again, pressing a kiss just behind your ear. “I knew it.”

Her hand slips between your thighs, but she barely gives you more than a teasing stroke before pulling away entirely. The loss makes you whine, but before you can protest further, she’s gripping your wrists, bringing them behind your back.

"You need a reminder of who's in charge, sweetheart," she purrs, pulling at the flannel draped over your shoulders. She tugs the sleeves down, letting them slip past your arms, exposing more of your chest in the process.

She takes the ends of the sleeves and ties them together, trapping your hands inside the soft fabric. A little gasp leaves your lips as you instinctively test the restraint, the material keeping your arms firmly pinned behind you.

The realisation sends a shiver down your spine. You’re completely at her mercy.

"Much better," Agnes hums, pulling the boxers back into place. She steps back just enough to admire her work.

Her fingers return, tracing slow, deliberate patterns over your sensitive skin, never quite where you need her most. You try to shift, to move against her touch, but the way she has you pinned leaves you helpless.

"Patience," she coos, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as her fingers dance lower, teasing but never giving in fully. "A brat like you doesn’t get rewarded so easily."

Your hips jerk, a frustrated sound leaving your lips, but Agnes only chuckles, utterly unbothered. She handles you like it’s second nature, her grip firm but controlled. One strong arm hooks around your waist, lifting just enough to guide you where she wants—an easy display of strength that leaves no room for argument.

Agnes keeps her grip firm, guiding you away from the counter with slow, deliberate steps. She sits first, legs spread wide, before pulling you down to straddle one of her legs, her hands anchoring you in place.

"There we go," she chides, her hands sliding down your sides before firmly gripping your hips. She pulls you down, guiding your movements until your clothed core is flush against the firm muscle of her thigh.

The moment you make contact, a sharp gasp catches in your throat. The fabric of the boxers is soaked through and clinging against your sensitive skin. Worse still, the cool morning air has chilled the wet fabric, sending a shudder through you as the contrast of temperature heightens every sensation.

"Go on, sweetheart," Agnes murmurs, her voice low, coaxing. "Be a good girl and hump Daddy’s thigh."

Heat pools in your stomach at her words, your head dipping forward as you grind down against her, chasing that intoxicating sensation. Each shift and drag of your hips spreads the dampness further, a messy, undeniable evidence of your need.

The realisation makes your breath hitch—Agnes can feel it. She can feel how wrecked you already are, the soaked fabric leaving wet streaks against the hard muscle of her thigh.

A breathy moan escapes you, and Agnes hums in approval, tilting her head to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck. She moves down, her lips ghosting over your collarbone, her tongue flicking out to taste the newly exposed skin.

"You sound so pretty like this," she groans, her hands tightening on your hips, guiding your movements. "Getting yourself off on my thigh like a desperate little thing."

Agnes' fingers trail deliberately up your chest, calloused and warm, before wrapping around your throat. Her thumb presses just below your jaw, feeling your pulse stutter. She smirks against your ear as you swallow hard, breath coming in shallow, needy gasps. Your whole body trembles as you keen against her; the combination of her grip, her touch, and her voice is dizzying.

"Such a messy girl," Agnes teases, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. "I knew you would wreck my boxers."

Heat floods your cheeks at her words, but it only makes the ache between your legs worse. You let out another whimper, trying to chase more friction, but Agnes’ hand suddenly squeezes harder around your throat, making your head spin.

“Ah, ah,” she tuts, tightening her hold slightly, her thumb stroking over your jaw. “You take what Daddy gives you, understood?”

You nod frantically, barely able to breathe past the desire knotting in your stomach. “Y-Yes, Daddy, please—”

A sharp squeeze makes you gasp, your thighs trembling around her. “Such a good girl when you beg,” her voice is dripping with amusement. “Go on, then. Prove to me how much you want it.”

She releases your throat just enough to let you gulp in a shaky breath, and with her other hand still guiding you, you begin to move faster, grinding down harder against her thigh. The pleasure is dizzying, each motion sending sparks through your body, winding you tighter and tighter.

Agnes leans back slightly, her darkened eyes hooded, drinking in every tremble like it’s her favourite sight. A smirk tugs at her lips as she watches you fall apart, slow and sweet, entirely under her control. Her lips find your chest again, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the exposed skin, her tongue flicking out to tease you between nips and sucks. The mix of sensations has you trembling in her grasp, your moans growing more desperate.

“Daddy,” you cry out, back arching, head falling against her shoulder. “Please—please, I need—”

She hushes you, kissing along your jaw, her fingers tightening on your hips as she moves you just right. “I know, sweetheart. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

You nod desperately, hips jerking against her thigh, barely able to hold yourself together. The tension coils unbearably tight, your muscles trembling with the effort to keep from falling over the edge. But Agnes isn’t done with you yet.

At the last second, she stops moving you, holding you still. The sudden lack of friction makes you cry out in frustration, a desperate whimper spilling from your lips. “No—Daddy, please—”

She hums, stroking your cheek with mock sympathy. “Such a needy little thing.” Her grip on your hips tightens, keeping you in place despite your squirming. “You really want to cum, don’t you?”

A whimper is all you can manage, your hips trying to move again as you try and hold onto the pleasure.

"Come on, baby, use your words," she commands, her grip tightening slightly around your throat.

"Y-yes, Daddy," you gasp. "M’sorry—just feels so good."

Agnes lets out a low, approving hum, her free hand slipping between your legs, pressing against the damp fabric of her boxers.

"Poor thing," she croons, her fingers teasing over the soaked material. "I bet you’re just aching for me to take care of you, aren’t you?"

You nod desperately, biting your lip. "Please, Daddy—"

She doesn’t make you beg any further.

With one swift motion, she pushes her hand into the boxers, her fingers dipping past your folds. The sudden contact makes you jolt, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as she finds exactly where you need her.

"That’s it." Her fingers move with practiced ease, circling and teasing before pressing in, stretching you deliciously. Your whole body tenses, the pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave.

Her hand stays firm around your throat, grounding you, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

"You’re taking me so well," she praises, her lips brushing against your ear. "Such a good girl when you want to be."

The words send another spark of arousal through you, your walls clenching around her fingers as she works you open. The heat in your stomach is unbearable now, winding tighter and tighter, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Daddy," you whimper, "I—I’m gonna—"

"You can cum, sweetheart," Agnes urges, her pace quickening, her thigh flexing beneath you. "Let me feel you cum on my fingers."

With a sharp cry, you climax, pleasure surging through you as your body tenses, then melts into her. Agnes keeps moving through it, drawing out every last tremor, her grip on your throat still firm.

By the time you slump against her, utterly spent, Agnes is chuckling, her fingers stroking lazily over your back.

"That’s my good girl," she reassures, kissing the top of your head while untying the makeshift restraints.

A quiet, exhausted mumble escapes you, barely more than a breath against her skin. "Th-Thank you, Agnes..." Your voice is soft, uneven, and slightly slurred from exhaustion, your words melting into her warmth.

She smiles, tightening her hold on you for a moment before smoothing a hand down your back. "You did so well for me. Maybe next time, you shouldn’t make it so hard for yourself."

Agnes shifts slightly, and you barely register the movement until you feel her fingers wiping themselves clean on the damp fabric of her boxers. She clicks her tongue, amusement lacing her tone as she glances down. "Well, these are well and truly ruined," the smirk is audible in her voice. "You really did a number on them, sweetheart."

You hum contentedly, nuzzling against her, your body still heavy with the aftershocks. Despite everything, you can’t help the small, breathless giggle that escapes you. "Worth it," you mumble against her collarbone.

Agnes laughs, shaking her head as she presses a final kiss to your forehead. "You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart."

You grin, utterly blissed out, as you murmur, "At least you’ll die happy."

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The baggy flannel & boxers combo is impeccable and I am speaking from experience.🍑anon, my darling, I hope this was everything you wanted :D

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; 18+, wlw, fem!reader, infidelity, cowgirl/southern butch!abby, set around 1800's wild west era, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), getting caught

𝐖𝐂 - 1.2k

𝐊𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆ I posted this a while ago, hated it, deleted it, kept it, 'fixed it' (?) and now here we are. Still kinda hate it but writer's block is turning me every way but loose.

If you let yourself linger on the thought for a moment—to do a bit of mental gymnastics to subside this nagging feeling of anxiety and shame—this really isn't your fault.

Truly. It isn't. It's theirs.

You weren't the one that wanted to marry, and you sure as hell wouldn't have chosen this suitor of all of them. That was your pious father. Good intentions aside, he was the one that confined you to this life.

And your sorry excuse for a husband, well, he took the other half of the blame. He's never home, and when he is the man always seems to have more important things to do. Not that you want his attention anyway, but still, it'd be nice to at least speak to the person you're forced to live with. Aside from when he wants to be inside of you, of course.

If not for them you wouldn't even be here.

If only your father hadn't mettled with your marital status - let you become a spinster instead. If your scraggly bearded husband had simply kept his shady business dealings in the back of a bar instead of inviting them to his home - her large, calloused hands wouldn't be caught so tightly around your hips. You wouldn't be sitting in the head chair of the office you weren't technically allowed to be in, eyeing the perpetually unfinished paperwork on his desk in a sad attempt to keep yourself grounded.

"You taste so fuckin' good, y'know that?"

Abby's voice and the warm, wet feeling of her tongue dragging along your slit bring you out of your own head, your hips bucking up slightly at the contact you've been all but begging for. Your lidded eyes trail down to the blonde positioned snugly between your legs with a furrowed brow, trying your best to seem disapproving through your moans.

Who does she think she is? Popping up at your front door in the middle of the day, knowing damn well your husband wasn't home from work. This had only happened a few times before and even so, you knew exactly why she'd come over the moment you saw her and that stupid smug smirk she wears.

She wanted to take you in his office this time. Defile the sacred workplace of the man she calls a "friend" simply to make you uncomfortable. To remind you that he couldn’t make you feel this good if he tried.

Her piercing blues gaze right back into your own, half her face hidden by the crinkled up fabric of your skirts as she lets out a muffled laugh, the vibrations of her voice against your core making you shiver.

It's the last you see of her freckled face before your head is tossed back in pleasure, utter filth flooding past your lips as she laps at your cunt. No amount of guilt would ever make you feel low enough to tell her to stop - not when her tongue makes you squirm and twitch in ways your betrothed could only ever dream of doing.

Abby never fails to make herself seem like a woman starved, messily licking and sucking at your pulsing, puffy clit, slurping you up as if you were her first and last ever meal on this Earth.

And she'd be damned if she let you breathe for even a second.

She wants to hear you gasping, gulping for air before she allows herself to pull away and she does more even then. Pushing through a sore jaw and aching fingers without complaint for as long as you could handle it.

"A-Abby... can't take much more" You whine, your thighs squeezing onto either side of her flushed face as you gently palm at the top of her head.

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat at the curl of the two thick fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, a low, amused growl coming from Abby at the sound.

"Aw, c'mon baby. Y'got another one in there for me, don't you? You and I both know you won't get to feel this good for a long while once I'm gone" she speaks in that soft, honey-smooth tone that makes you weak in the knees. The gentle southern drawl laced within her every syllable sending jolts of pure ecstasy through your body. Looking down at her is a mistake you never fail to make in this circumstance. She knows what a simple look from her can do to you and she takes advantage of it without remorse, chuckling as she watches you nod eagerly in response.

"Atta girl" She lands a quick smack on your thigh before diving back into you, a concoction of spit and slick spilling down her chin and wetting your inner thighs, the only sound to accompany the smacking and sucking against your pussy being your whorish cries.

Your breathing becomes quicker and more shallow when you're close. Eyes glazing over as your jaw slacks, brows knitted together in desperation for another orgasm. Your tells are so predictable, yet so incredibly delicious to Abby. This is a state only she gets to see you in. Not that you've ever confirmed it aloud for her but regardless, it's clear that the pompous ass you're married to doesn't have the skill to make you cum.

"Say it, darlin'. C'mon, you know what I wanna hear" Abby growls, popping up from underneath your skirt, detaching her lips from around your clit, and replacing them with her thumb just to speak. Just to taunt you. You do know what she wants to hear, and part of you wants to roll your eyes at the thought. Maybe you would have if your brain wasn’t so fogged over - if you weren't so aware that she'd stop pumping her fingers inside of you completely if you didn't give her the satisfaction - maybe you would be so bold as to give her attitude.

"Only you - fuck! Only you can make me feel like this"

Abby chuckles “Yeah? He couldn’t make you feel this good, could he? Need me to take care of you, ain’t that right?”

You can only nod, bottom lip pinched between clenched teeth, the dam of tension resting in your abdomen readying to burst.

"I know, sweet thing. You wanna cum for me? C’mon, one more time.."

Your orgasm is blinding and loud, a sheen of sweat covering your forehead as you convulse under her touch, and your hair that had once been so neatly tied up is now a mess of frizz. You don't even hear the front door open from downstairs. Nor do you hear the footsteps that follow, too occupied with rutting yourself onto her fingers, gushing with each snap of your hips. Abby is just as oblivious, lifting up from her place between your thighs to crash her lips onto yours, too focused on wanting you to taste yourself on her tongue to even notice the jingling office door doorknob.

It's only when you both hear the old door begin slowly creaking open that your attention is snatched from one another, expressions shifting from ones of lust and satisfaction to pure horror as you both make eye contact with the twisted-up, angry face of the man you had just slandered aloud.

Shit.

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