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Whatever it Takes
sevika x reader (in canon universe)
there are no physical attributes or gendered language used in this :)
tw: PTSD and death mentioned
hurt/comfort for the fall season! (totally not self indulgent whaaaat)
You comfort Sev after a rough nights sleep
The air felt thick as your eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight peeking through your apartment window. A groan leaves your lips as you root around your bed for your girlfriend. As you come to it, you recognize what the cool sheets on your bed signifies. Sevika is missing from your bed for the third time this week. Many who didn’t know her would assume that she was back in her old stomping grounds, messing around with Babettes girls. Yet, you knew her better than anyone else, better than she knew herself.
You roll out of bed, leaving the comfort of your sheets and the smell of your lover. As your feet padded through your shared home, the sound of a whiskey glass hitting the coffee table filled your ears. Your first thought was annoyance at her inability to use a coaster (you think she does it just to fuck with you). Your soon second thought was questioning why she was up this early on her off day. Silco was kind enough to let her take a few days off…well after you had given him a very stern talking to. Sevika swears that the only thing he’s scared of would be you.
As you turn the corner, you see your lover hunched over her strong legs. Her chemtech arm off for the night, leaving her residual limb in the open. Her hair is down and in her face, not even caring that she can’t see well. Her flesh arm balancing a cigarillo and a whiskey glass, interchanging between vices. Her distant stare tells you she’s had a nightmare. Her staggering breath and deep frown tells you that she’s in her head. Sevika’s PTSD symptoms ebbs and flows with her day to day life. The fast pace and graveness of her line of work distracts her from the horrors that plague her mind in the quiet of the night. Yet, tonight, it seemingly has caught up to her.
A deep sigh leaves your mouth as you bite the corners of your lip, scouring your mind at what could’ve triggered her. The night before was filled with laughter and love between the two of you. The softer, less brute side of Sevika shone brightly through her hardened exterior. The side she only let you see.
You take a seat right next to her on your shared couch.Your arm moves to her hair, swiping her blunt locks away from her line of sight, tucking them behind her ears. A short grunt leaves her lips as a sign that she’s aware of your presence. When Sevika gets in these moods, you know better than to pester her to talk. She has seen and experienced horrific things, many of which you mightn’t even know. So when she feels comfortable in sharing even a sliver of her life, you let her at her own pace.
The pair of you sit in comfortable silence as your fingertips trail invisible figures across her body. You’ve learned through your relationship, keeping an aspect of constant physical touch in moments like these, keep her grounded. What makes you so different from all she’s mess with before is your attention to detail. You constantly find ways to keep her from disconnecting further into her pain, especially on days like these.
“He was there.” She kept her gaze distant and hard.Your hand squezees hers as an act of encouragement.
“I was a kid again and he-“ Her chest rises as her breath quickens, cheeks flush with anger. You rub her shoulder in hopes to calm her nerves. You knew Sev had a tumultuous relationship with her father growing up. Brief stories of her youth had slipped through during druken nights shared between you two, but that was the bulk of your understanding. You never thought to cross the boundary of asking how that came to be. A clearing of her throat brought you back to her as her eyes grossed over. A thick swallow of her throat and a shake of her head was enough to keep her emotions at bay.
“It’s been uh, difficult this time of year. Ya know it would’ve been ma’s birthday.” A glimpse of a bittersweet smile can be seen on her face. A surprised expression dawned yours. You thought Sev speaking of her dad was rare! She’s never once mentioned her mother to you in the past years you’ve known her.
“She would’ve loved you, i know it.” A smile couldnt be held back this time. Her distant stare broke as she looked into your eyes.
“I hate that stupid sappy shit you’re into-“ You giggle and slap her arm.
“But, I knew that ma sent you for me the second that I met you.” A shy and bashful smile adorned your lovers face as she nuzzles her nose into her favorite spot, your neck.
You feel your heart explode at her words. Sevika easily has been your most romantic lover (although she likes to downplay it to herself). You cup her strong jaw into your palm and kiss her. You hope every single ounce of your passion, love, and emotions can be felt by her through your lips. Sevika melts into your kiss, allowing for her tense body to relax in your touch.
Being vulnerable is hard for her, she knows that. She sometimes wonders if life hadn’t been so cruel in the undercity, if her father had cared for her…if her mother never died, how different her life would’ve been. Would she have given her life over to the cause? Would she have been something other than a soldier? Or would she still just be a cog in Silcos rebellion? Would she have found things that she liked? Would she have a hobby that didn’t include death and destruction? Would she have kids with you? Would she be less fucked to bring a child into the world and actually be a good mother? All of these were thoughts that had plagued her mind the moment she had gotten woken up by that nightmare.
And yet, here she is, unable to express the flurry of emotions to you. So…kissing will do. She’ll connect your bodies until you’re one so you can feel the deep connection she feels for you. She will be your fiercest protector and keep living for you. For you, have given her a new meaning, a new spark. She’ll keep fighting for Zaun, fighting for you so you will be able to have the life she dreams for you.
You part with her for a second before her lips chase you down. Her flesh arm reaching for you, holding onto your body like she fears if she doesn’t you’ll disappear. You climb onto her lap in one swift motion, needing to become one with her.
“I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, Sev. I love you.” You stare into her eyes, into her soul. You need her to know that you will never leave her like her loved ones did.
Her steele eyes widen with appreciation and deep appreciation.
“Baby I-I love you. I will do everything to make Zaun the place you deserve.”
Your heart aches at her confession. No, it’s not the first time you’ve said those words to each other, but it is few and far between. Sevika shows you in your day to day just how much she loves you, so you never felt insecure in her loyalty to you. Yet, your heart aches for her. Your heart aches for the pain and the suffering that she’s endured and continues to experience. Your heart aches for the fact that you know she believes she doesn’t deserve good, that she doesn’t deserve you.Your revaluation turns a light within you.
“As long as I'm alive I will spend my days showing you how worthy you are.” You caress her strong jaw and place a kiss on her forehead.
You’ll do whatever it takes.
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born to be a submissive housewife who blogs about the ways her wife fucks on tumblr
forced to go to school and work while blogging about how much i need to be fucked by a mommy.
#MY MOMMY K HAS SPIRLED OUT SINCE READING FICS ON HERE AGAIN#ANYWAYS#𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 ✎ᝰ :#lesbian#wlw post#sapphic#wlw#wlw nsft#lesbian nsft#sapphic nsft#wlw ns/fw#nsft wlw#lesbian ns/fw#wlw smut#men and minors dni#md/lg#md/lg little#md/lg mommy#bd/sm pet#bd/sm mommy#bd/sm kink#bd/sm community#bd/sm blog#bd/sm relationship#bd/sm daddy#bd/sm brat#wlw mommy#wlw blog#wlw and nblw only#sapphic ns/ft
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i just want a cute, lesbian fic that is so fluff it makes me cry and feel alone af. I wish there would be much more fluff fics :(.
#ellie williams one shot#arcane fics#abby anderson fluff#ellie williams x female reader#tlou fanfic#rockstar ellie#ellie willams x reader#hazel callahan#girl group#mikey madison#fluff#ellie fluff#Lesbian#sapphic#wlw#lesbianism#lesbian community#nblw#tlou fanfiction#fanart#fanfic#more fluff#pls pls pls#bambi lesbian#agender#nonbinary#the last of us#arcane#alice in borderland#all the girls are girling girling
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♛ the princess
sfw | tags : fem!yandere x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), yandere behavior, stalking mentions, power dynamic, manipulation
the last of my ladies for now! althea, the meanie princess <3 sorry if this is kind of a mess but yall know me by now lol. i can finally start working on my nb yans now 🥹
this one goes out to all the girl likers following me. mmmwah
“i’m gonna marry you one day! we’ll always be together!”
little althea made the claim over and over throughout your childhood, so often that it was normal for you to hear. having lived in her castle since your parents began working for hers, you were the only other person her age that she had to play with.
to say she was attached to you was an understatement. she adored you!
but little you was oblivious to all of her proclamations, assuming it to all be pretend. just a game! sure, it got a little weird when she continued to say it even when you grew into adolescents, but there was no harm in it, right?
you hadn’t the slightest clue to just how serious she was.
see, althea always, always got what she wanted. she was the princess, after all! and the sole heir to the throne. new clothes, the finest food, and the most lavish castle to live in — all of it was hers, the moment she asked for her. but none of it could ever satisfy her the way your presence did.
her adoration for you kept your family employed and her parents happy. she clung to you like a vice, always insisting you dressed up together and went to all of her classes and such. you kept her tantrums at bay in a way no one in her family had ever seen before.
and when you weren’t around, or something (or god forbid, someone) dared to take your attention away from her? she was a nightmare. a fussy, loud, violent nightmare that wouldn’t be anything but a purposeful nuisance until you were returned to her. so it was always in everyone’s best interests to ensure you were together. words of appreciation and gifts from everyone within the castle was a norm for you, incentives to convince you to stay by the young princess’s side.
it was how it had always been, even as you developed. you figured althea would grow out of her clingy behavior toward you — and to an extent, she did. as you aged and developed individual personalities, everyone was relieved when the princess grew out of her cranky attitude and into the sweet, delicate young lady that was expected of her. the ideal princess who spoke in a gentle tone and expressed love toward the people she’d rule in the future. you could ignore how she always held your hand a little too tight when you were alone together, or how she insisted on kissing you on the lips every day (“it’s normal for us,” she’d claim! neverminding how she’d always seem to ‘accidentally’ leave your face smeared with her lip gloss). she had become a better person, so you could indulge her, right?
because of the change, though… no one had any clue that althea couldn’t care less for the kingdom. no matter how much she was taught to cherish those she’d rule over, she saw them all as little more than a responsibility that she was created to care for later in her life. it irritated her to no end and her only reprieve was you. you kept her going, kept her motivated to be the good little lady she was supposed to be, kept her from shirking her duties and whisking you away like she had fantasized about doing countless times.
despite the seemingly positive impact that growing up seemed to had made, everyone was still quite surprised when althea allowed you to leave the castle to live your own life years later. you were hers, didn’t you know? but you weren’t royalty, so you saw no point in staying — besides, you wanted to see the world beyond the castle walls. so she bid you goodbye, kissed you on the lips once more, and waved you off as you left the home you had shared up until then.
however… when you tried to make a name for yourself on your own, it felt like nothing ever went your way. you never noticed how there were always a few of the palace knights lingering around every public building you went to afterwards. nor did you really pick up on why most places you applied to work at turned you away. and why did you always get kicked out of your hostels after just a few nights’ stay? it was like life was rejecting you as soon as you tried to enter it. but kind, gracious althea was always there to pick up the pieces for you, loaning you money when you needed it and lending you a space to stay when you had nowhere else to go.
she’d never directly ask you to come back full time, oh no. she was willing to play the long game. to let you learn on your own that you needed her to survive.
it got to a point where you didn’t know how long you had been away from her. months? weeks? a year? the world was just so cold and harsh when you didn’t share it with althea! you were in and out of jobs, homes, and was only known as the princess’s former friend rather than your name. you couldn’t take it. you couldn’t live like this, who could? so the day you finally stumbled back onto the palace doorstep, shaking and soaked from a storm you had gotten caught in, althea welcomed your return with open arms. she cleaned you, clothed you, and fed you the food you were used to eating.
silly you, trying to leave your future fiancee. she wished she didn’t have to let you go through all that you did, but you had to learn one way or another! and now that you had, you’d never have to do it again.
you’ll stay right by her, in the castle, till the very end.
after all, she did say you’d always be together, didn’t she?
#👑 althea chrysostomides#lovesick | ocs#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x oc#yandere imagines#yandere girl#yandere princess#yandere lesbian#yandere wlw#yandere girls#mine | fics#yandere girlfriend#yandere oc#yandere cw#yandere nblw
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Waiter! Waiter! More hanihaki/actor au/coffee shop/flower shop/record store/prince(ss) x knight/one bed/enemies to lovers/academic rivals to lovers/popular fairytale retold/Shakespeare retold/fated to be together/star-crossed lovers fanfics please!!!
#i love fandom culture#and fic tropes#so goofy#so whisical#caitvi#jayvik#arcane#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3 writer#archive of our own#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#creative writing#writeblr#lgbtqia#lgbtq community#wlw#lesbianism#sapphic#nblw#mlm#gay#love#lgbt#queer#queer community
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Jung Wheein ✧ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
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Pairing: Jung Wheein x Reader Genre: Smut Synopsis: After an awful anniversary date with your boyfriend, you come home to your roommate Wheein to rant about the entire evening. What you don't realize is that Wheein has a plan to make you forget all about your bad date. Wordcount: 1.1K+ Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy, Roommate AU, Oral (F. Receiving), Lesbian, Praise Kink, Cheating on an Awful Boyfriend (all my homies hate Brian) Note: On my knees for women right now so I decided to write about it
♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎
MDNI, 18+ CONTENT
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"-And then Brian had the audacity to call me a hot piece of ass in front of his friends! Can you believe it? What a prick."
Wheein watched you pace back and forth in her bedroom as you rambled on and on about the bad date you had with your boyfriend, the TV still on at a lower volume from when she was watching. What was meant to be a nice anniversary dinner at his house had quickly turned into a bro fest with your boyfriend treating you like trash in front of his friends, because he had supposedly "forgotten that you two were going to hang out."
You and Wheein had been roommates for some time, going from dorming together at your university to getting an apartment until you both figured out your lives.
"I mean I love him- or at least, I thought I did. But then I remember that every time we've had sex, he for some reason just doesn't think I need him to do anything?? Like sometimes I want attention too. And when he does give me attention, he makes it feel like a chore. Like he'd rather be doing literally anything else. And like I know sex education is terrible in some schools but he's a grown man. How does he not know what the clit is-"
"Well, what if I eat you out?" She didn't know what urged her to blurt out the words she did, and she avoided looking into your eyes the moment she said it. She could feel your gaze on her though as you took in what she asked.
“You- You want to- really?”
Your voice sounds far away and you have to snap yourself back to reality when Wheein stands up and looks at you.
Wheein nods slowly, brown eyes wide and curious. Pleading.
“You…you always told me girls are better at it than boys are,” she murmurs, hand gently grasping at your hand, “and — and you told me your boyfriend is bad at it. So let me try? Maybe I'll be better…”
She trails off, gnawing at her bottom lip while she looks at you. Her wide eyes and pouty lips make her look so innocent you think you’re going to combust.
'This is wrong', you think to yourself. You have a boyfriend, even if you hated him. The two of you could never be together. She’d probably regret it in the morning, you-
"You can teach me, can’t you? Please?”
Fuck it.
You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, “Y-yeah, fuck, come here, pretty girl-“
You shuffle on the bed so you can lay against the pillows with your legs spread, your date clothes suddenly suffocating.
Wheein's so eager to please; she nods obediently and immediately scampers to slot herself in between your legs. Pretty manicured hands bring your shorts and panties to the side, and then she freezes. She’s shaking, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. She has no clue what she’s doing and your pussy is so pretty- she’s nervous.
“S-stick your tongue out, baby. Y-yeah, just like that, oh my god-“ your hand shoots up to fist in those blond strands, the girl’s tongue timid and soft against your folds.
“Go a little…a little harde- fuck, baby, yes, swipe that sweet little tongue across my clit, j-just like that—“ you whimper, gasping. You involuntarily pull her forward, at the same time bucking your hips up to meet her mouth. it’s fucking heavenly.
You don’t even have to tell her what to do next, her plush lips wrapping around the bud and sucking hard. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut.
She pulls off for a second, blowing cool air over your clit and giggling when your legs jerk. Her eyes blink up at you slowly, half-lidded and hazy, “U-use me, please? Want you to- want you to cum in my mouth. Want to- want to be a good girl.”
Wheein needs praise. You don’t know how you didn’t clock that before. It sends you into some animalistic overdrive and you nod. How could you say no to something so precious?
“Yeah, pretty girl, fuck, get in here-“ you push her back down and she lets you, humming into your cunt obediently and swirling her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking again.
This time she flicks her tongue against you as she sucks, soft hands running up and down your thighs as she does. Your hips are bucking wildly now, grinding up into that hot little mouth and whining as you do.
“Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Gonna make me c-cum, oh my god-“ You should be embarrassed by how high-pitched your voice is, how quickly you’re going to cum. You probably would be later, but your orgasm is barreling towards you and you can’t bring yourself to care.
All it takes is those pretty eyes blinking up at you through long lashes and that knot in your tummy snaps, your back arching as tears fall down your cheeks. It feels so good you’re shaking. You realize it’s been far too long since you’ve had a real orgasm.
“S-so good, shit, my good girl, god- take it, take it-“ You hump her face through your orgasm, cunt fluttering and spasming. It’s too good. Wheein keeps sucking your cunt like the perfect girl she is.
Your legs shake, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You pet at her hair absentmindedly, eyes half lidded.
She pulls off with a wet pop, resting a soft cheek on the fat of your thigh and looking up at you with a giggle, “Was that good?”
She’s got stars in her eyes. you only nod, running your fingers through pretty strawberry locks, “S-so good. Where the hell did you learn all that? Use me? Be a good girl? Are you insane, Wheein?”
She’s embarrassed, pale cheeks flushing bright red when she replies, “I- I remember how you used to talk about the guys you’d be with and what they'd do wrong so I wanted to try out the things you've said you wanted."
You groan. She’s perfect.
“Fuck, you’re unreal. Get up here and let me return the favor or I'm gonna die.” You grin as she nods eagerly.
Your phone dings with a message from Brian, the phone screen flashing with a "Send a pic" text. You roll your eyes, hands already gripping her hips and lowering her down onto your tongue as you mentally make the decision to break up with him the next morning.
#mamamoo#mamamoo smut#mamamoo x reader#mamamoo imagines#mamamoo scenarios#mamamoo reactions#moonbyul imagine#wheein#jung wheein#mamamoo wheein#wheein x reader#wheein smut#kpop smut#girl group smut#wlw#wlw smut#sapphic smut#nblw smut#mamamoo fic#wheein imagines#girl group imagines#gxg smut#wlw ns/fw#sapphic nsft#lesbian nsft#queer nsft#wlw concepts#emerald smut ✧
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nothing more intimate than operating on a robot girl… checking up on her sensor systems by connecting her to your computer… and then unscrewing her head plate to see the physical state of her controls, seeing the entanglement of her wires and rows of circuited boards… or opening her chest to clean the dust off her power systems… you need to keep your hands covered with anti-static gloves to touch her delicate structures, be gentle with the cables in her body… whatever
#ROBOT GIRL YEARNING HOURS#AAGGHHGHHHGH#i dont even like robots that much i know jack shit abt IT i can only assemble a pc but thats it#BUT THE CONCEPT…#DO YOU GET IT???#this is also ryuusei’s fault btw#mochats#modownbads#if a girl trusts you enough to tinker with her internal processes wyd#yes this is kaalaapocket brainrot the line between maintenance and physical exams are very thin#referring to the ryuusei fic again#nblw#lesbian#gynoid
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★ Hey guys. If you are writing modern au fics or fics like that about characters with prosthetics and disabilities, can yall stop taking those away?? Please and thank you.
#looking at some of you sevika fic writers#not even just her#its fucking weird#sevika would still have a prosthetic#even in a modern au#disabilites can exist in smut#dear god#i have just seen way too many ����#Nym Fucking Rants#lesbian#sapphic#nblw#lesbian nsft#sapphic nsft#nblw nsft
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I'm definitely not posting too much HimeRita fics, right...?
Having over 30 Rita/Himeno fics and taking up half of the tag is normal, right...?
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#it's very concerning tbh#we are 4 fics away from surpassing YanHime#even tho many fics misgender Rita or purposefully make them a woman for the sake of f/f...#shugods please give me some good nblw content#TTFC I will offer you my firstborn if you give us a HimeRitaMorf Special!#I JUST WANT CONTENT#kingohger#king ohger#ohsama sentai kingohger#rita kaniska#rita kanisuka#himeno ran#hymeno ran#himerita#hymerita#fanfic#hanahaki
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Lonely girl (you are my world)
a/n// hello!!!! So this is a two part fic… ahh so exciting! Part two will be out tomorrow for sure! I grinned it out today and I love it. This is another Wilma fic, enemies to lovers to be specific. So have fun, please read the warnings! And enjoy!
warnings// kissing, making out, neck kissing, very suggestive! Wilma is a cocky asshole I love her, reader and Wilma are secretly in love, Wilma is very possessive, readers kinda a brat in a way, dominant Wilma….. um if I missed anything please tell me! Also no this is not smut! It’s just very suggestive!
For this fic I recommend 16+ please! that’s all I ask.
wc// 1.4K
wilma gold x reader, wilma gold x afab!reader, (can be gn!reader but mentions of reader being afab!)
(p.s this song that the titles from is my favorite song rn so- please go listen to it! It’s the song linked up above! Also thank Charlie for getting me into it!!)
You had enough.
It was the same thing every other week. Go to the market, set up your booth where you were assigned, which was usually the same place right beside her, and have a fun time bickering with your next door booth neighbor. It also happened in each others shops when the other felt bored and had the itch to go annoy the other working person.
The her in question is none other than Wilma Gold. The infamous local artist, whose shop is right across from yours. Always cocky about her pieces and how people admire them and take them home with them as decoration. You always hated it.
That smile she’d give them as she’d explain what every piece meant, how she’d get so excited when someone asked about a certain class she has at her shop that they wanted to take. How her stupid, deep brown eyes sparkled as someone with interest in her drawings started complimenting her. How her laugh could fill a room and warm your heart in seconds and how random art facts rolled off her sweet tongue like honey and how you wanted to just take it all in and-
Ok. No you don’t absolutely hate her. But she definitely isn’t your favorite person.
Right now you were currently trying to bake as much as you could before closing the shop. It wasn’t busy today since there was a big snow storm on the way that started mid afternoon, so you thought it was a good opportunity to start baking.
Until the power went out.
That’s when you knew you were fucked. You started to put all your dough and pastries in containers so they didn’t go bad and they were still decently fresh for the next time you opened, whenever that may be.
As you began to clean your counters, and tables even if they barley were used, you heard banging coming from the front door. You frowned as you popped your head up and looked around the corner, not expecting anyone to be out, then immediately rolled your eyes as you saw who was there.
Lovely Wilma from across the street.
Now if there were butterflies floating around in your stomach, and your head was fuzzy with want, you wouldn’t tell anyone. That was only your knowledge.
Walking up to the door you quickly unlocked it and before you could push it open, the woman on the other side flung it open and rushed inside, rubbing her hands up and down her arms as she did.
“What do you want?” You asked her as you flung the towel over your shoulder and went to grab the broom.
“Why is it so warm in here?” Wilma asked as she walked up to the counter and lifted herself into it. You scoffed as you hit her with the broom.
“Off, you’re making it dirty again. And also why did you come stomping up in here like you own this place? You have your own shop for a reason, you know.” You sassed back as you continued sweeping up the place and making it as clean as possible.
“Shit sweetheart, what’s got your panties in a twist? I know for a fact it’s not me, but I bet you’d like it if it was me-“
“Shut up.” You quickly said as you stood straight up, back facing her to hide your blush that crept up your neck and took over your face, suddenly making you hotter than you liked.
“Hmm… I just came in here to seek warmth, I saw your windows were a bit foggy and I know you wouldn’t have any other reason for them to be foggy so. I invited myself, and fuck am I glad. Why is it warm in here? If your hiding someone you can tell them to come ou-“
You cut her off by placing the broom on the counter next to her and leaning against it. “So what if I had someone in here? What would it be to you?”
Wilma’s brows lifted as she closed her eyes and poked her cheek with her tongue and scoffed as she smiled. Shaking her head, she let out an amused hum. Crossing her arms she lifted herself off the counter and turned towards you. “It wouldn’t mean shit to me. Just wanna know who you’ve been seeing.”
You laughed as you turned your body so your forearms were resting against the counter, the front of your body facing the cash register with your head hung low. “I have a back up generator in the back of the store. Goes all the way up to my apartment. Maybe you should get one, darling.” You said as you pushed off the counter and pulled yourself up to sit on it, smiling at her as you did.
Wilma scoffed as she wet her lips, looking you up and down. “Cute. But I think I’m good. I’ll just come here next time and annoy you, yeah?”
“Hmm better watch out though. Might have someone over. You might walk into something you don’t want to see.” You said as you watched her walk over to the door, preparing herself for the freezing weather outside to take over.
“Bullshit. The only thing I’ll be walking in on is you closing your shop up for good.” She said as she turned to you.
“Fuck you. I’ll find someone, and they’ll be in here all the time, so when you do see the windows foggy again, it won’t be from the heater, it’ll be from-“
“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” Wilma said harshly as she walked up to you and took your chin in her hand as she gently pushed your head up to look at her. Even with you sitting on the counter, she loomed over you quite a bit. “If I see you with anyone, let alone anyone touching you, it won’t be so peaceful anymore, understand?”
You opened and closed your mouth multiple times, words not coming out and your mind fuzzy. Your eyes wide and full of want, love, hunger, and lust. This has to be a dream, right? Another one of your stupid, unrealistic dreams that you had. She hated you, she can’t be serious. Right? All that was heard was your small squeaks coming from you and the running of the generator.
“Come on love, if you go brain dead just from this then…” Wilma slowly cut herself off as you nodded up at her, smiling up at her. “Words.”
“Yes. Yes, I understand.” As you spoke, her thumb lightly brushed against your lips, making your lip tingle as they moved. You quickly kissed her thumb as you ended your sentence, looking up at her yet again, waiting for her next move.
“Oh fuck this.” Wilma said as she gripped your chin yet again and placed her lips roughly against yours. As the kiss went on, they messier it got. Both of you pulling at each other to get the other closer, Wilma between your legs pulling you by your hips, wrapping your legs around her waist.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You said, as her lips moved down to your neck and started to suck and kiss and bite any area that was available.
“Of course I am, what better opportunity to claim you and get some warmth for the night.” Wilma said as she smirked up at you, pulling you off the counter as you locked the store up and led her up the stairs to your loft apartment above the store.
“You better be thanking god right now for your luck.” You said to the woman behind you as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Wilma quickly closed the door and pushed you up against the wall beside it, cupping your neck in her hands as gently as she could, almost surprising you with the completely change in touch she was using with you 10 seconds ago.
“You bet your pretty little ass I am.”
taglist: @maxx-is-dumb12 @mysticalsoot @saccharinesunset (if you wanna be added, go ahead and ask or my dms are wide open!)
#lilly writes#wilma soot x reader#wilma gold x reader#wilma gold#wilma soot#wilma x reader#wil x reader#wilma gold fics#wilma soot fics#um…..#I’m not putting it in the Wilbur tag for a reason bc I believe that she should be seperate from him#even tho she is his character#wlw#nblw#if I forgot a tag please lmk!#x reader
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I! FUCKING! HATE! WHEN PEOPLE! ON AO3! TAG THEIR FICS! AS ALL THE PAIRINGS! JUST TO TRY GETTING MORE READS!!
STOP FLOODING THE f/f TAGS WITH m/f!!!!
SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK
#PLEASE TAG YOUR FUCKING FICS CORRECTLY#I AM SICK OF TRYING TO FIND QUEER FICS AND HAVING THEN ALL BE STRAIGHT RELATIONSHIPS#I HATE THIS#ao3#ao3 tagging#wlw#nblw#lesbian#unityrain.txt
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Kaeloo and Pretty have a sleepover under the stars.
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The Book:
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sapphic who loves horror movies x sapphic who is terrified of anything related to horror
when the horror enthusiast sapphic decides to watch a horror movie, their partner gets super clingy and cuddly whenever a scary scene is playing, and the horror enthusiast sapphic just smiles and strokes their partner's hair.
over time, the sapphic who hates horror starts to enjoy watching horror movies a little more, just because it means they get extra snuggles while watching them.
#i'm writing a fic with this concept actually -🐝#sapphic concepts#wlw concepts#nblw concepts#sfw concepts#sapphic#wlw#nblw#lesbian#bisexual#pansexual
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the thought of someone eating me out from under my desk while I work sounds really, really hot, but also I would NOT be able to fucking focus on what I'm doing. I'd be in the middle of trying to type something and then my body would go all shaky and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from making a lot of noise. I genuinely think I'd probably be able to go for only maybe 5 minutes before I'm partially draped over my desk, moaning and whining while the person under my desk works to please me
#t4t#transmasc nsft#nblm nsft#nblw nsft#nblnb nsft#i lowkey need this though#like oughh#might write a fic with this actually.....
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Au where soulmates wake up and fall asleep at the same time
Their energy levels are somehow connected so that when one tries to sleep the other feels sleepy too
One sometimes working night shifts and feeling very sleepy bc the other tries to sleep so drinking loads of coffee/energy drinks to stay awake and the other one can't sleep either
Those who have already found their soulmate are obviously very privileged so we're going to have a protagonist who's protesting and trying to change things somehow, maybe so that it's easier for people to find their soulmates or maybe so that working hours are more flexible so that you don't actually need to find your soulmate to you know live a life where you're not exhausted all the time
Maybe laws that you need to have your soulmate present at the negotiations of work conditions if you want to choose the shift or something
Also lots of crack of people falling asleep or waking up in random situations
One line that's something like "If I read another stupid book with the line "when you're awake looking at the stars/moon/whatever someone else is looking at it too and thinking about you" as if that's romantic I'll throw the fucking book out of the window"
#fic ideas#I had this idea in 2018 and since it's been 5 years it seems clear I'm never going to write it but if someone wants they can use the prompt#I would definitely like to read it particularly if it's gay#preferably wlw or nblnb or nblw or something like that bc that's me but I mean I'm a grown up and have my own relationship going on so#I'm not all that starved to be represented in romantic stories anymore so it can be anything really#so yeah here we go again sharing the whole#story of my life#oh well
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