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When you're fucking someone that has to piss, hearing them whine about how they can't hold it, each thrust hitting right up against their poor aching bladder

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full

Then, of course, there are lots of cuddles and aftercare as you fall asleep in each other's arms😩❤️

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aching for a dom to tie me up with my legs spread wide open and force me to cum multiple times. I've been such a good girl, that's what I deserve :((

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Saw an old lady today that looked like an old lady and was dressed like an old lady except she was wearing big goth stomping boots like this

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champagne signaling.

cw: drunk reader, alcohol, comfort, soft.

The melody blared as you stumbled into the bar, room already whirling from the shots you’d taken in several other places within the last hour. Men jeered as you moved forward, jeering in their efforts to coax you towards the crammed bar.

You let out a low sigh, breath swallowed up by the humid air and hauled yourself up onto one of the metal stools. With your body bathed in an opaque mini-dress and stilettos sharp enough to draw blood, it was a wonder you could still walk in them. 

The dark red lipstick that stained your lips was now faded, smudged to the side of each glass that you pressed to your cupid. You’d lost your coat along the way, lip gloss and wallet now tucked into the side of your bra. It was really starting to hit that going out on the town alone wasn’t the cleverest idea ── especially now that it was getting harder to think straight. 

You were meant to call, knowing the woman waiting at home was probably held by the line. 

You gaped down into the sweating glass of champagne, on the house like the majority of your drinks tonight were. The ice swirled around amidst the bubbling liquid, dancing along from the thump of the bass. It was difficult to tear your eyes away from the movement, head swaying subconsciously. As you managed to pry your gaze from the glass, the room glittered around you with every sparkling LED glistening like you were floating in space. 

It almost made you giggle, like you could the colourful stars and let them carry you away. For a minute it felt like you really were floating, but as you drifted through the music ── something yanked you back down to earth. 

The side of your hip burned, ankles tore from your heel bending inward. You weren’t up in space anymore, instead plastered against the cold ground. It took you a minute to gather that, instead too focused on what sticky dirt was currently pressed to your bare calves. Your chipped acrylics scraped across the tile as you attempted to push yourself up, grazed balms stinging against the gritted floor. 

The glint of men’s teeth was near blinding, heavier were the stares that followed. Everything grew louder, music pummelling deep into your skull like a bludgeoned wrecking ball. It felt like your entire body was tilting inward, even though you’d barely moved an inch. Then, something warm grasped your shoulder ── gentle, familiar. 

It took some effort to get your jaw up, but soon you were staring up at a woman with the softest blue eyes, freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose. A smile spread across your lips unconsciously, too wrapped up within her frayed wheatgerm hair and that serious frown that often accompanied it. You’d know that grumpy face anywhere. 

Abby said something, lips moving but you couldn’t hear a thing. You were too busy staring, head spinning as she wrapped an arm beneath your waist and coaxed you up from the floor. As she guided you against her chest and briskly narrowed away from all those who had been staring, her warm smell smothered your dampened senses. Roasted hazelnut, cologne, a faint string of sweat. She probably wasn’t long out of the gym. 

You shamefully nosed into her neck as Abby attempted to nudge you into one of the booth seats, the red leather immediately glueing to your under thighs in a way that made you grimace. It still felt like you were seeing stars, the twinkling bar lights getting harsher beneath your strained lashes. Your girlfriend was still murmuring beside you, low and steady and most definitely telling you off while she opened her phone to hitch an uber.

That wasn’t really on your mind though, not when you knew you were safe.

Your hands roamed along her arms, that stubborn leathered jacket as you turned your face into her broad shoulder. Whatever she was scolding you for didn’t seem to last much longer, and as your eyes drooped shut heavily you could feel the gentle press of warm lips against your crown ── a contented sigh leaving your own. 

It felt like your eyes were only closed for a minute, but as you managed to pry them back open the room around was a lot darker. You squinted, pupils dilating and body still slouched against that warm and steady presence of your girlfriend. Judging by the stench of spirits and sticky leather beneath your legs, you hadn’t left the bar just yet.

The once overpowering music was now a soft drone, a dull croan against your head now that most had cleared out. One of the attendees swept the floor, headphones fasted while a few similar to you drifted in and out of sleep at the bar. Abby was still on her phone, face lit up and eyes scrunched in mellow drowsiness. When she felt you shifting she glanced down, pushing her phone back into her jacket.

“There she is..” Abby murmured softly, calloused fingers moving to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You practically seeped into the touch, lips parted in a gentle breath of warm air as you gazed up at the taller woman. A soft, hazed smile blessed your lips once again when it really kicked in that she was here, that your girlfriend had no doubt came to get you when you didn’t show home.

Abby stared down at you, a small sigh escaping her lips as she gathered you closer. She wanted to be angry, to chime about how irresponsible it was for you to get so drunk and not even text her where you’d end up. She couldn’t find it in her to do it though, not when you looked up at her with those crooked teeth and pretty eyes. Instead, she carefully wrapped an arm around your waist, hoisting you from the sunken booth.

“C’mon sweetheart, uber will be here soon..”

You let her hold most of your weight with ease, lashes fluttering as Abby guided you away from the bar. Maybe it was the alcohol still sludging about in your stomach, but your cheeks had grown hot the more you stared up at her ── she noticed. A little brazen smile stuck to her typically serious face, hand warm against your hip. 

The black night was bitter, the breeze nipping your bare thighs while Abby slung her heavy jacket over your shoulders. The ride home was a blur, a mix of soft whispers and warm smells that had you forgetting how to be a person, instead just letting yourself be molded and moved. 

You’d sobered up a little bit as you entered the apartment, completely exhausted and limbs slowly starting to feel the effect of nine inch heels and the tumble you’d taken earlier. After shutting the door Abby knelt down without a word, slowly prying off your stilettos while her calloused fingers gently grazed your bare ankle.

You leaned back against the wall, the plaster cool along your upper back as you tried to keep some sort of balance. She looked good below you, blonde strands struck from her braid while she worked the thin strap of your heel. 

Without a thought ── you reached for the thin braid, threading it through your fingers before tugging out the hair tie playfully. Abby grumbled something soft beneath her breath, the sound making you giggle as she carefully stood back up. Your breath hitched as she pressed you to the wall, leaving a lingering kiss against your shoulder. It felt like a warm cloud muffled your senses, head tucked into her neck while she led you to the bedroom. 

Her rough hands were surprisingly gentle as they peeled off your dress, dragging it down over your hips while her breath kissed your lower back. You were putty in her warm palms, swaying slightly as she retrieved a warm hoodie for you to wear. It still felt like your body was at a slight disconnect, stumbling forward to fist her shirt while Abby pulled up your hood.

She glanced down at your soft hands tight on the fabric, gaze lidded with tired fondness. You looked cute in her clothes, messy hair and smudged makeup. Abby let her thumb brush against your cheek, nudging out a mascara stain you hadn’t noticed. Then she let it run along your faded red lipstick. Your lips parted instinctively, dried out and warm as you stared up at the woman towering you. 

It made you feel small, in the good way ── like nothing could hurt you.

Abby leaned down, palms cupping your flamed cheeks and guiding you to her lips. You practically melted into the carpet beneath your feet, fingers sinking deeper into the warm cotton of her shirt as you kissed back. It was sloppy, very unco-ordinated from the shots that hadn’t quite worn off yet. She didn’t seem to mind your clumsyness, instead chuckling softly into your mouth while her hand moved to grasp your hip. 

The weight of her hands kept you steady, head swimming as she stole your every breath. You hadn’t even realised she was guiding you until your bottom hit the mattress, sinking down into soft linen sheets. Abby’s fingers were in your hair, trying to keep you as close as she could until she needed to come up for air. 

Your hands roamed along her broad torso, attempting to drag her into the bed with you but to no avail. She pulled back, gently halting your wandering grip and instead covering you up with the warm blankets. 

“That’s enough, sweetheart..” She murmured softly, tucking you in like you were something precious. Part of you wanted to protest, near sober now but it was like the moment your swirling head hit the warm pillow you were a goner. Instead you gazed up at her, lashes fluttering gently when she leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. Abby was always like that ── to the point, honest, sweet.

You watched as her wide figure moved away from the bed, stripping from her gym clothes and leaving the bathroom door cracked open, knowing you liked the sound of running water. A sleepy warmth blessed across your cheeks, listening to the muffled shower curtain and drip of the drain as you cuddled into her side of the bed ── your body fitting perfectly into her indent, like always. 

a/n: the draft recycling continues, having a lot of fun with these drabbles while i work on some requests and more dealer!ellie◞ ◞

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sevika has a fat, orange shelter cat who is missing more than half of his tail. He's probably named after some alcoholic beverage or like an old man. He's super mean and always looking for a fight, with the raspiest meows you've ever heard, and she takes pictures of him with a bottle of beer because he's her pride and joy

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muzzle abby…sigh😻😻😻

guys i’m starting college in like a day?!?!?? im lowkey scared i’m not gonna be able to post but likeeeee i’ll try my best!!!! so…. YAY ABBYS BOOBIES!!!

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Something terrifying about the way censorship is just straight up happening right now and they're barely trying to pretend that isn't what it is. The UK rolling out the Online Safety Act which forces anyone accessing 'adult' content (including discord, LGBT+ forums, various resources for drug addicts etc.) to share their face and ID with American third party companies, and refusing to debate a repeal in parliament despite 300,000 signatures on their own website to do so. Something fishy going on with Google docs suddenly deleting/restricting content. Itchio and Steam suddenly deleting 18+ games including both porn games and horror games at the behest of Mastercard.

Like. Truly in the past month the censorship is hitting like a truck and we're all just supposed to be fine with it. Like. It's genuinely making me feel sick.

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coparenting with roommate!abby

synopsis: your sister decides to leave you as a last-minute babysitter. who better than abby to coparent and help take care of your niece?

cw: modern au, pure fluff

“Hey, wake up.”

You feel a hand lightly shake your shoulder. Abby’s voice is a little out of breath but amused, like she’s holding back a laugh.

“Five more minutes…” you mumble, burying your face in the pillow.

“Wake up, your sister left something for you.”

Still half-asleep, you mutter, “Tell her to come back later…”

A different sound breaks through the room. Not Abby’s voice, but a soft, childlike whine. You slowly open your eyes, blinking against the light. Abby’s standing next to the bed in workout shorts and a loose T-shirt, her hair pulled back, a few damp strands stuck to her forehead and neck from sweat. In her arms, wrapped in a little pink blanket, is Amelie, your sister’s one-year-old daughter.

“Too late for that.” Abby says, adjusting the baby in her arms. Amelie starts playing with the hem of her shirt. “She showed up early, said it was an emergency. And since you were totally out, guess who had to pause her workout to handle this little hurricane?”

You sigh, still processing. “You?”

“Exactly.” Abby smiles, and Amelie giggles like she’s in on the joke. Abby already looks used to this. It’s not the first time your sister dropped the baby on you without warning, and somehow, she almost seems to enjoy it.

Abby leans closer, pretending to be serious.

“Can you watch her for a few minutes?” she asks, like she’s the official aunt and you’re just the unqualified babysitter. “Are you awake enough? You’re not gonna cause an accident with her until I get back, right?”

“Very funny, Abby.” you grumble, sitting up and stretching your arms to take Amelie.

The baby settles perfectly into your lap, making happy little noises as you rock her gently.

Then Abby stops. She just stares. At first, still smiling, but then her expression softens. Behind the joke, there’s a tight sweetness in her chest. Seeing you there, messy hair, holding a baby that looks like a tiny version of you, sparks a dizzying thought in her mind: a life with you, shared laughter in a home, kids running around the apartment.

A dangerous thought. She hasn’t even confessed her feelings and she’s already thinking about getting you pregnant? If she tried hard enough, maybe she could… She was losing it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, narrowing your eyes while rocking the baby. Amelie grabs a strand of your hair and giggles softly, like she’s curious too.

Abby blinks fast, caught. Her heart jumps, and she scrambles to cover it up, clearing her throat. “Nothing… you just have drool all over your face.” She points at the corner of your mouth, forcing a laugh.

“You…” you start, annoyed.

“Don’t curse in front of the baby!” Abby cuts in, wagging her finger.

“Yeah, okay.” you mutter, giving in, but as she walks to the door, you quietly raise a middle finger in her direction.

Abby throws you a sideways grin before disappearing.

“Go shower! You stink!”

She only shakes her head, laughing harder, not even looking back. Her footsteps echo down the hall, mixed with laughter she can’t hold back.

You sigh and turn back to Amelie. The baby rests her head on your shoulder, calm, like she’s completely sure she’s safe there. You feel her light weight, her warmth, and you can’t help smiling.

Still groggy, you finally drag yourself to the kitchen with Amelie on your hip. The baby looks perfectly at home there, like it’s her natural spot. You, on the other hand, are still struggling to keep your eyes open as you make your way to the counter.

“See, Amelie?” you mumble to her while she chews on her fist. “Your fake aunt wakes me up early, laughs at me, and then runs off to shower, leaving me with all the work. Convenient, huh?”

Amelie lets out a quick giggle, and you raise a brow. “Oh, so you think that’s funny too? Traitor to your own blood?”

With your free hand, you grab your phone from the counter and scroll, looking for your sister’s recipe message. “Okay, let’s see what your mom sent… mashed banana, oatmeal… all that boring stuff you babies love…”

Before you can even start, you hear footsteps again and Abby walks into the kitchen, clean clothes on, hair damp, drops sliding down her neck.

She pauses for a second, watching you juggle Amelie with one arm while trying to open cabinets with the other. A smile spreads across her face.

“I’ll make breakfast.” Abby says, grabbing a plate and getting things ready. “You just hold her.”

“No way.” you shoot back, lifting your chin. “You’ll make one of those weird protein messes you eat, like cement shakes with a hint of vanilla. You’re not giving that to my niece.”

Abby bursts out laughing, already expecting it. “Hey! It’s not a mess, it’s functional nutrition.” She flexes her arm, showing off her bicep. “And look at the results. Amelie’s gotta start early if she wants to be like me.”

You roll your eyes and look at the baby. “Don’t listen to her, Amelie. If she had her way, you’d be drinking raw chicken shake before you’re two.”

Amelie laughs louder, clapping her hands like she got the joke. Abby laughs too, then lifts her hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay… relax. I’ll make banana pancakes. No whey, I swear. She still likes bananas, right?”

“Yeah.” you answer, shifting the baby on your hip.

“Perfect.” Abby smiles and grabs a bowl, mashing bananas with a fork.

You lean against the counter, watching. She moves naturally, quick but gentle. She talks to herself while she measures oats, stirs the batter, lights the stove. Amelie watches every move with bright eyes, like she’s already picked her hero.

And you… your sleepy brain starts to betray you. The scene looks so domestic, so normal, that a dangerous idea sneaks in: what if every morning was like this? You, Abby, and… a baby. Maybe not Amelie, but one of your own. One with her eyes and your smile.

You blink, trying to shake it off, but you can’t. Abby cooking, laughing, the baby laughing with her… and you, part of it, like it already belonged to the three of you.

For a moment, you almost believe it’s real. That this perfect morning could happen every day, if you just had the courage to admit how you feel.

Soon Abby turns off the stove and sets the table. She puts a little plate of fluffy pancakes in front of you for Amelie, another plate on the side, and an omelet for you. Next to it, a steaming cup of coffee.

“All done.” she says, wiping her hands on a towel and leaning against the counter, satisfied. “Banana pancakes for the princess and an omelet for the madam.”

You sit down with Amelie still in your lap and get her plate ready first. The baby stares at the pancake like it’s treasure. You cut off a tiny piece, mash it with a tiny spoon, and bring it to her mouth.

Amelie smiles huge before even tasting it, and when she finally does, she makes a happy little noise that makes Abby raise an eyebrow, daring you to say something.

“She’s got low standards.” you mutter, shrugging.

The day went by in this mix of chaos and sweetness. You and Abby were basically a tag team, like you’d done this a million times before. One of you changing a diaper while the other pulled goofy faces to keep Amelie distracted. One making a bottle while the other rocked her in her arms. Both of you sitting on the living room floor surrounded by toys everywhere, laughing every time the baby burst out with those contagious giggles.

By the time night settled in, Amelie was fast asleep. Her tiny fist tucked close, breathing deep, sprawled right in the middle of your bed. You and Abby sat quietly side by side, just watching her. The room felt wrapped in a rare kind of calm, and for a few seconds, it was like you were two proud moms looking down at their kid.

Abby let out this quiet sigh, almost like she was scared of breaking the spell.

“She looks like you.” she whispered, eyes fixed on the baby’s calm little face.

You raised a brow but kept your tone light. “I had way more hair at that age. And I was definitely cuter.”

Abby let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, right. I’m gonna need photo evidence.”

“I’ll show you later.” you said, adjusting the blanket over Amelie.

That’s when you noticed it. Abby was staring at you again. And it wasn’t just a look. There was warmth, affection, but also this quiet, almost aching kind of longing, like she was begging you to notice without saying a word.

“Why are you looking at me like that again?” you asked, voice low so you wouldn’t wake the baby.

Abby opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her heart was racing, her eyes saying all the things she couldn’t. For a second, it felt like she was about to lean in, close the space between you two, and finally let slip the secret she’d been holding on to for so long.

But then the doorbell rang.

The sound sliced through the silence like a blade. Both of you flinched, the moment shattered, and Abby looked away fast, like she’d just been caught in the act.

The bell rang again, louder this time. Your sister was back to pick up Amelie.

And whatever was about to happen just hung there in the air, stuck in Abby’s eyes, a smothered want that might have to wait… or maybe would never find the right moment.

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18+ men and minors dni.

the days leading up to her period, jinx’s breasts become exceptionally tender. unable to get comfortable, clothes feel like tiny adversaries, and she flinches when the fabric smarts against her nipples. she’s tried it all—kneading her little tits in an attempt to soothe the ache; fingering rosy nips; curling herself into a tired, anxious ball and begging for the ache to go away; massaging lotion onto her teats; pressing her bony body against your back and just rub, rubbing her chest against you.

nothing helps.

nothing except the warm, wet muscle of your tongue laving over pink, pointed buds. she squirms like a mouse caught in a trap because it hurts in ways she’s unable to articulate, yet your mouth also soothes the stinging ache. and jinx can’t help but run away from the paradoxical sensation—can’t help the way drool slips down her chin, how her cunt pulses around nothing, the way her tongue lolls out of her mouth like a dumb dog, how she keens high in her throat.

“unghhh, hurts, hurts, hurts—!”

and on the rare occasion when the pain prickles at her nerves just right, it’s enough to push her over the edge; to make her cum untouched and thoroughly soil her panties beyond reparation. she’s always been a bit of a pain slut, after all.

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What the hell do you mean “but you can’t feel it when she sucks strap.” I can feel her hands on my thighs while she greedily takes it in. I can feel the base of the strap pushing into me and hitting my clit just right. I can feel her hair in my hands as I move it to the side or pull her in deeper. I can feel my pussy start to throb and drip. I can feel her kissing me with that beautiful blissed out look in her eyes. I can feel it in all of the ways that matter.

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— sevika makes a sextape with you.

synopsis: your sex life with sevika has always been - for a lack of a better word - mind blowing. there was never a night, morning or afternoon spent making love that was short of memorable. but sevika begs to differ, saying that she’s tired of the same old routine. it wasn’t until she caught you late one evening enjoying yourself without her that an idea strikes.

tags: dom!sevika, sub!reader, strap-ons, fingering, masturbation, praise kink.

note: it's literally been FOREVER since I last wrote anything after sevika week and I'm really sorry for that, so I figured in order to make up to y'all I'd post something filthy. I hope you guys like this.

sevika has always been the innovative type when it comes to sex.

apart from her libido, she’s made it a habit to catch you off guard in any way she can - whether it’s initiating sex while doing the laundry, cooking, or when you’re out shopping, and she suddenly decides that the dressing room is spacious enough for a good quickie.

sometimes you’d be in on it - suggesting things like toys, cuffs, whips, gags, and the occasional foreplay here and there. you’ve practically crossed off everything on your to-do list, and although the typical doggy and missionary is still fun, you can tell the gears inside her head keep shifting.

you know this concern that your sex life is becoming boring stems from a deeper place than just her wanting to spice things up in the bedroom - she may never admit it, but you know it comes from a place of insecurity.

she’s not getting any younger and she knows that - which you find silly because you meant it when you said that she has great libido. well, at least for someone her age.

“I just don’t think it’s normal to tap out after like, 2 rounds.”

“well, you aren’t necessarily 21 anymore, are you?”

she looks at you, deadpan “babe,”

“I’m kidding.” you weren’t.

you try not to poke fun at her for it, because you know she’s just trying to be an attentive partner - which she already is. but with work getting in the way and sex becoming less frequent, you know she worries if you’re growing frustrated with her.

which truthfully, you weren’t. if sevika could be innovative with sex so can you, in ways that sometimes don't always include her.

when you ordered those toys online a lot of them served more than just a helping hand during sex with sevika, you figured that since sevika tends to work long hours and even goes on business trips that last days and even weeks, sometimes your fingers wouldn’t suffice in placating the ache between your thighs late at night when you miss sevika and she’s not around.

just you and the lewd photos she sends of herself with her fingers buried deep in her cunt; coated in her slick, looking every bit of mouth watering. her muscled thighs on full display, along with the coarse hair of her bush leading up to her happy trail, showcasing her abs which glisten with a fine sheen of sweat as she tugs at the bottom of her shirt with her teeth - the photo captioned with the message ‘I can’t stop fucking myself to the thought of you, baby’ 

she makes sure to torture you extra hard whenever she’s away.

and you always succumb to her antics, your vibrating wand ready in one hand as you pull up the obscene photos in your gallery. pumping one to two fingers in as you stimulate your clit with the toy, going several rounds until you’re left boneless and sweating.

sometimes, the toys aren’t enough. you’ll snatch sevika’s pillow to hump it, use a fleshlight and pretend it’s sevika’s cunt rutting against yours. going through your gallery to watch and ogle at the videos and photos she’s sent in the past.

but during one particular trip, she forgot to send you any. too swamped with work and lacking any privacy in the hotel room she’s staying at because she has to share it with a co-worker. 

leaving you dry as you spent the following nights skimming over old photos and videos, ones that were so embedded in your memory you could picture them behind closed eyelids.

sighing in defeat, you stared up at the ceiling wondering what’s different about tonight that you just couldn’t seem to get an orgasm out. It’s different with sevika who could do it in less than 2 minutes with her fingers and tongue alone, but even the toys couldn’t do what her thumb is capable of.

you pondered for a while until something dawns on you - it’s been a while since you last watched porn. It was probably after your first date with sevika and the only thing she offered when she dropped you home was a hot makeout session at your front door that left you all hot and bothered - forcing you to pull up some amateur homemade lesbian porn that you rubbed yourself raw to.

or the ones you worked so hard to find - videos where one of the porn stars had a resemblance to sevika. you scoured for those videos around the time you were still crushing on her, a little secret you kept to yourself but worked like a charm to get yourself off.

you didn’t even realize you were looking for specific videos of porn stars that held a resemblance to her, all you know is that you couldn’t get off if the other person didn’t at least look like her.

with that, you pulled out your laptop and searched through your internet history, trying to see if those videos were still there. after maybe ten minutes, you found them. It was dated around a year ago when you and sevika were still getting to know each other.

one particular video stood out amongst the others, mainly because the woman looks so much like sevika it’s uncanny. It was your favorite one to watch whenever sevika’s teasing and flirting back at work riled you up too much; you just couldn’t get her out of your head.

It was a homemade lesbian porno, set in some dimly lit bedroom but the woman’s well built physique couldn’t be overshadowed, she filled up the entire frame as she pounded mercilessly into her partner with her strap.  

her partner bared the tiniest resemblance to you as well, apart from her hair that was just a bit longer, it still didn’t stop you from deluding yourself that the couple you were watching was you and sevika. 

as your fingers make quick work to rub the hood of your clit in hurried strokes, sevika’s lookalike stares directly at the camera, grinning.

“look how much of a fucking slut you are, baby,” she purred, sending shivers down your spine because god, it sounded like something sevika would say.

as she pulled at her partner’s hair, her pace didn’t once falter. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin emitting from your computer as you felt your climax gradually approaching.

meanwhile, sevika was at the other end of your shared apartment, having just gotten back from her work trip with the intent of surprising you because silco sent her back early. 

making sure she unlocked the front door as quietly as possible, she wondered why the living room was silent ‘probably went to bed already’ she thought to herself. 

slipping her shoes off as she scanned the living room then the kitchen, she made a beeline to your shared bedroom, immediately noticing that the door was left agape.

she tiptoed quietly thinking you were likely fast asleep, but when the strange sounds of heaving and whimpers reached her ears, her eyebrows furrowed wondering what the actual fuck was happening.

… and that’s when she took a peek.

because there, sprawled on the bed with your legs parted and one hand rubbing vigorously while the other pumped a dildo in and out of your sopping folds; sevika watched as you pleasured yourself while the screen of your laptop played a video of two women fucking.

her eyes widened, not expecting you’d be the type to resort to pornography while she was away - then again she did forget to send you something while she was at work. 

jealousy crept at the back of her mind wondering if the videos you watched were of women who probably looked like they did better job at fucking their partners than she did - it was a silly thought, but she couldn’t help it.

but it wasn’t until she squinted hard enough that she realized… the women you were watching looked an awful bit like you two.

It wasn’t anything special too, it looked homemade, poor quality even. for a minute she could’ve almost convinced herself it was a video you two took that she probably forgot about, but no, she was sure you two never filmed yourselves fucking each other before.

and that’s when it hits her.

she smirked to herself because she always knew you were insatiable, but videoing yourselves fucking wasn’t something she thought you’d ever be into. 

she could tell you were getting closer and closer to your release, chest rising and falling as your moans became more broken “s-sevi… fuck…” you cried out as you squeezed your eyes shut, back arching off the mattress “please, I-I’m so close…”

and just as when she was about to step in, did your body break out into a full blown shudder, your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the duvet, all the while the video was still playing in the background. 

you blinked your tear stained eyes as you turned to your laptop, reaching out to close the tab but before you could, did sevika decide to finally speak up:

“didn’t know you were into that,”

frozen, you quickly sat up at the sight of sevika opening the door as she made her way towards you, her eyes glinting mischievously but her attention wasn’t on you - it was on the video you were just about to close.

“well, don’t close it now. I’m curious about what you watch while I’m away,” she teased as you felt your entire face heat up.

“I-it isn’t…”

she shook her head, hands reaching down to caress your thigh as she squeezed “it’s okay, baby. no need to be shy. if it was some random motherfucker you were watching I’d probably have a problem with it, but they look a bit like us, no?”

you gulped “i-it’s…”

she tilted her head “how’d you even find this video?”

squirming, you pondered whether to tell the truth or to keep it a secret still, but knowing sevika, she likely wouldn’t stop until she pressed you hard enough for answers.

“I found it over a year ago,”

her eyes widened “when we were still…?”

you nodded your head, shy “when we were still getting to know each other, yeah.”

her mind processed the information, realizing you were watching these videos and likely fucking yourself to them long before you two even started dating.

she chuckled, almost mocking “damn… didn’t know my girlfriend was a ‘lil pervert like that. you liked me too much you wanted to know what it’d looked like if I fucked you, huh?”

your body was scorching in embarrassment, but sevika just found it endearing, if not incredibly arousing as her eyes never strained once from the video.

“... but you know what I think?” she muttered, her tone suggestive. you looked up at her curiously as the ends of her lips tugged up into a grin.

 “I don’t think these two could beat the original.” she said, motioning to the porno.

your brows knitted together in confusion “what are you…”

“what I’m saying…” she started, hands trailing lower until her fingers met your folds, making you jump “is that we could do a better job at a little homemade film of our own, don’t you think?”

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you’d be lying if you said the idea didn’t excite you.

it was always something you thought about but never brought up, mainly because you were shy to bring it up in the first place. you also didn’t want to subject yourself to the embarrassment of seeing what you looked from sevika’s point of view when she was fucking you hard and silly - definitely not flattering. you even drool sometimes because of how good she fucks you.

but sevika insisted on the idea, wondering why you two never did this before.

but first, she had to scavenge the storage room in your apartment until she finally found what you two needed to set the whole thing in motion - and it was her camcorder.

a dusty, old little thing. but it would do.

“didn’t even know you owned one,” you said as sevika chuckled, unplugging it from the outlet after leaving it to charge overnight.

“It was something silco made me buy for missions - it was used during meetings to document evidence when investors decided they wanted to be sleazy and back out on propositions.” she said, fidgeting with the buttons “some of them are still on here, which we don’t need anymore.”

her eyes sparkled in mischief as she looked at you “we need as much storage as we can starting now.”

you were already in bed as she got the camera ready, it was evening but you were thinking about the idea the entire day. checking to see if the camera’s battery was already full as sevika told you to be patient.

sevika was already undressed, only clad in her black boxers that accentuated her muscular thighs as she stood by the foot of the bed, humming as she turned on the camera.

“and… we’re ready,” 

your cheeks warmed as sevika pointed the camera to you “and here… is our star of the night,” she teased as you rolled your eyes “it’s only fair if our little actress undresses for the camera, right?”

blinking, you looked down at the oversized t-shirt you wore and back at sevika, fingers fidgeting at the hems before you pulled it over your head and tossed it carelessly into the corner of the room. 

sevika’s face was hidden by the camcorder, only the bottom part of her face visible so you could see the smirk she wore as she walked closer towards you - her knees hitting the ends of the bed as she moved the camera so it captured the way her hand slid sensually from your thighs up to your stomach; palm squeezing at your breast as you let out a gasp.

“look at you…” she murmured, grabbing your jaw as the red blinking light of the camcorder caught your eye “looking so fucking good, baby.”

you shivered, her voice hoarse and hand was callous but warm, taking its sweet precious time exploring your exposed skin as her prosthetic hand did the work of propping up the camera.

you found yourself being cautious of the way you looked as you stared at the viewfinder, shrinking into yourself not until sevika lets out a tsk.

“no, not on my watch. stay still,” she said in a commanding tone, squeezing the sides of your throat as your breath hitched “you look too beautiful to be hiding shit from me.”

the thought of her filming you made your body heat up, both in embarrassment and anticipation as you wondered what the result would look like after you’re done. It just felt so intimate, as though you had an audience watching.

her fingers thumbed at the strings of your underwear as she slowly slipped it off, humming as she angled the camera so it could capture the sight of your cunt.

“jesus, wet already? and we haven’t even started?” she chuckled softly “you get off on the fact you’re being filmed like a slutty little pornstar, baby?”

you whimpered as one of her fingers plunged into your warm hole, making you jump as you threw your head back at the stretch “that’s it… you’re so fucking beautiful.”

your chest rose up and down as she added another digit in, massaging your inner walls as you clutched the sheets tightly in your hands “you’re so responsive…” she whispered “the little sounds you make, imagine what it would be like once I start fucking you with my cock, huh?” 

she tilts the camera down so it’d captured the way your cunt sucked her in, you were practically squeezing her fingers to the point of suffocation because of how wound up you are.

“sev…” you moaned, rutting against her hand as the back of her palm slapped wetly against your folds “fuck, faster, sevi. f-faster.”

“that’s it, ride my hand, baby. you’re doing so fucking well, practically soaking my fingers.” she pants as your hips moved quickly to hump her fingers “show the camera how much of a whore you are.”

and that you did - with every little gasp, twitch of your thighs and broken moan you let out, it caught everything, which only made your pending orgasm draw near as your spongy walls clumped down onto sevika’s fingers, she could only growl at the sensation as she pistoned her fingers into you. 

“fuck, I could watch you forever. you look so fucking perfect.” she said as she watched you from the camcorder and the way your skin flushed at her words.

your eyes squeezed shut until you felt warm tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, and just like that, you shuddered as your first orgasm of the night took over you like a tidal wave.

your voice was shaky as you moaned, meanwhile sevika could only bite her lip as she pulled down the cups of your bra, freeing them from the confines of the fabric as she watched your breasts rise and fall obscenely due to exhaustion.

“hmm… that’s it. god, I fucking love you like this.” 

she set the camcorder down so it faced your dresser, all the while she made her way towards it and rummaged through the insides as you still collected your bearings.

your eyes were closed as you tried to compose yourself, but when you heard a soft click from across the room, you peeled your eyes open to see that sevika had attached a strap around her hips. the faux cock standing at a good eight inches, give or take - it was black with hard ridges around the base as it bobbed up and down in the air as she walked back to you.

the camera captured the way it hung around her hips like a weapon. you licked your lips as she picked the camera back up, squeezing your hips as she pulled you into her.

your sopping folds still glistening from your previous orgasm as sevika teased you - sliding the shaft back and fold between your lips as you shut your eyes at the sensation.

“no, look at the camera.” she said, tapping the tip of the cock against your clit harshly as you startled at the feeling “I wanna see you.”

you gulped as you obeyed her orders, making her hum in satisfaction before she started thrusting inside, inch by inch, as your walls made room to accommodate the sheer size of her. god, she was thick, rubbing you in all the right places as you fidgeted in her grasp.

sinking into you as she bottoms out, she takes her time letting you feel all of her before she pulls back and thrust back in completely - making you slide up against the sheets as she begins a steady pace. 

“that’s it, fuck, you take me so well, baby. so fucking good for me.” she pants as her thrust became more frantic, the sounds of her hips slapping against yours filling up the room.

meanwhile, the camcorder caught every single movement - from the way your breasts bounced and the way you jostled from under her, sevika couldn’t help the growl that rumbled from deep within her chest at how debauched you looked, utterly ruined and the best part? It was all on tape.

“that’s it, take it, take my cock like the good girl you are.” she urges, spreading your thighs apart so the viewfinder could capture the way she slid in and out of you. It was all so filthy but a work of art at the same time. probably the best film she’ll ever have the honor of watching.

“I’m close, so close…” you gasped as you tightened around her cock, sweat dripping down your forehead and between the valley of your tits.

sevika nodded, encouraging you as her hand began to wobble along with the camera “come on baby, come for me.” she said as the pad of her fingers found the hood of your clit and she rubbed. hard.

and just like that, you poured into her. all sticky and warm as you let out a moan so obscene it rivaled that of the pornstars you watched to get off.

sevika took a moment to capture everything - the way you unraveled and how good you looked before she eventually turned the camera off.

lowering it as she leaned down and pressed a kiss down to your lips, one you accepted willingly as you mewled into her mouth.

“hmm… you did so well, baby.” she praised, making you blush “could probably post that shit and get over a thousand views in one hour-”

“sev!”

she smiled, kissing your jaw as laughs softly “I’m kidding,” she reassured “that little film we just made? for our eyes only… and definitely something I’ll be watching whenever I’m away for work. “

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OH MY GOD?!?!? IM SOAKEDDDD DOWN TO THE BONE, LORDDDDD HAVE MERCY. I CANT BREATHE

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surprising ellie with new nipple piercings!

✦ cw: smut, established relationship, nipple piercings, teasing, oral (r!receiving), light dom!ellie, dirty talk, body worship, lingerie, soft aftercare.

✦ wk: 3,500

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it starts as a dare to yourself.

a whispered, impulsive idea when ellie bites down on your breast last week and mutters, “bet i’d love these with jewelry.” just enough smoke in her voice to light something reckless in your brain.

and now, here you are - nipple piercings freshly healed, just enough time passed that they don’t ache unless someone sucks too hard. you’ve been waiting. teasing. planning it out in your head like it’s choreography. timing, lighting, outfit.

tonight’s the night.

she walks into your apartment with a paper bag full of thai food and a look that says, i’m starving, and i want you first. her hair’s up in a messy little bun, neck bare, hoodie sleeves rolled to the elbow. forearms flexing under soft skin. the kind of effortless hot that makes you want to whimper and slap her at the same time.

she dumps the food on the counter and walks toward you, slow and smug.

“you missed me?” she says.

you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, sweatshirt half off one shoulder, tiny black shorts, legs bare. “maybe.”

she steps closer and tugs on the hem of your sweatshirt. “liar. you look like you’ve been planning something.”

you smile, slow and secretive. “what if i have?”

ellie raises a brow, sharp green eyes flicking to your mouth. “what is it? new toy? or are you finally gonna let me tie you up?”

you bite your lip and shake your head. “nope.”

and then, casually, you tug the sweatshirt up over your head.

she stills. completely. her eyes drop to your chest, and you watch the exact moment her pupils blow wide, lips parting in silent awe.

you’re wearing a sheer black bralette. lace. barely-there. and beneath it:

shining, delicate barbells through each nipple, small silver balls catching the low bedroom light.

“holy fuck,” she says.

you tilt your head innocently. “you like?”

“babe.” she says it like it’s a prayer and a threat. “you did this without telling me?”

“wanted to surprise you.”

“jesus fucking-” she kneels in front of the bed, eyes level with your chest, hands hovering like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to touch. “can i?”

you nod.

she cups your tits gently through the lace, thumbs brushing over each stud. you suck in a breath, nipples still extra sensitive. her eyes flick to your face immediately.

“still sore?”

“little bit,” you murmur. “hurts good.”

that does something to her. her jaw tightens. you feel it - the shift from stunned admiration to pure, dirty want.

“fucking hell,” she breathes, finally pushing the bralette up to expose you fully. “you’re unreal.”

her tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, licking just beneath one of the bars.

you moan softly, already aching.

“bet they taste like metal,” she murmurs, voice low, almost to herself. “bet i could make you come just from sucking on these.”

you whimper, thighs clenching.

she grins, wicked. “oh, you like that idea, huh?”

“ellie-“

she stands up fast, tugging your shorts down with no finesse, all urgency now. you’re soaked through your panties, and she sees it.

“ohhh my god.” she laughs, breathless. “that got you this wet?”

“i’ve been thinking about you touching them for weeks,” you whine.

ellie drags your panties down slow, licking her lips as she takes you in.

“i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

you reach for her, but she shakes her head.

“no touching,” she says, her hands already on your thighs, pushing them open. “you surprised me? now i get to surprise you.”

you laugh softly. “that’s not how it-fuck-“

she dips her head between your legs and licks one long, slow stripe through your folds. then again. then flicks her tongue over your clit, gentle and teasing.

“ellie, come on…“

“mmm.” she licks again, then drags her tongue lower, pushing two fingers inside you with practiced ease. you moan, loud.

then she’s back at your chest, mouth hot and open on your pierced nipple, licking around the metal, sucking just hard enough to make your back arch.

you cry out.

she groans. “oh, yeah. you like that? shit, baby, i can feel your pussy clench when i suck right here-“

you do it again, moaning helplessly.

her fingers curl just right, and she’s talking dirty now, relentless.

“you’re fucking dripping. all for me, huh? you love showing off, getting pretty little things for me. wanna be my good girl, don’t you?”

“yes-fuck…ellie-”

she alternates, sucking each nipple, tonguing under the bars, teasing them while her fingers fuck deep and smooth.

your thighs start to tremble.

“gonna come?” she whispers. “just from this? from my mouth on your new little piercings?”

you nod desperately, tears prickling your eyes.

“go on,” she says, voice raspy. “show me. come for me, baby.”

it hits like lightning, your whole body arches off the bed, loud, unrestrained moans ripped from your chest. the piercings throb in the best way, overstimulation blooming in your chest as her mouth stays latched, coaxing every last drop from you.

you collapse back against the mattress, boneless, ruined.

ellie climbs up next to you and pulls the bralette all the way off, tossing it to the side. she kisses your temple, then down to your jaw, slow and sweet.

“you’re insane,” she murmurs. “and so fucking hot.”

you grin through the aftershocks. “worth it?”

“baby,” she says, looking down at your bare, pierced chest like it’s the sistine chapel. “you should never wear a shirt again.”

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licking the sweat off abby’s abs! ୨୧

cw: smut, powerbottom!abby, oral (a!receiving), fem!reader, reader worships abby’s abs (so real me too).

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abby kicks the door open with the heel of her boot, heavy gym bag slung over her shoulder, earbuds dangling around her neck. she looks destroyed in the best way; face flushed, skin dewy, tank top stuck to her back, arms loose and heavy at her sides. she grunts when she sees you waiting in the bedroom doorway.

“holy fuck,” she breathes, dragging herself in. “i think i died during that finisher.”

you smile from where you’re curled up in bed, blanket pooled around your legs. “you look like you did.”

“thanks, babe,” she deadpans, dropping her bag with a loud thud and toeing off her sneakers. “i’m dripping. i smell like shit.”

you bite your lip, watching her peel off the clingy tank. it sticks to her damp torso before she rips it over her head, exposing a sheen of sweat across her chest and the solid line of her abs. her sports bra is soaked through. there’s a dark spot between her boobs. you can’t help staring.

abby groans like she’s been shot and drops straight onto the bed face-up, legs wide, arms flopped above her head.

“don’t move me. i’m done for,” she mumbles, not even opening her eyes. “if you love me, you’ll let me rot right here.”

you crawl over slowly and straddle her hips, palms resting on the firmness of her stomach. “you’re disgusting.”

“i warned you,” she mutters, squinting one eye open. “you straddled me. you did that to yourself.”

you lean down and kiss her collarbone, her skin warm and a little salty beneath your lips. “i like you disgusting.”

abby hums, a smirk twitching at her lips. “yeah? you like me sweaty and dead?”

“kinda turns me on,” you murmur, licking a stripe up her neck just to be annoying. she shivers.

“you’re gross,” she says, low and fond.

you keep going, teasing your mouth down her chest, over the damp edge of her sports bra. you kiss the curve of her abs, biting gently just above the waistband of her shorts.

“wait,” she huffs, looking down at you now. “you’re seriously-“

you lick a slow, deliberate stripe up her stomach. salty. warm. firm. she flinches a little, tensing under you.

“oh my god,” she breathes, flushed instantly. “you are unwell.”

you grin up at her, but you’re already sliding lower, hands tugging her shorts down until they catch around her thick thighs. she lifts her hips to help, but her legs stay splayed open, muscle flexing beneath your touch.

“you gonna let me take care of you or what?” you ask, dragging your nails over the tops of her thighs, slow and teasing.

abby exhales hard through her nose, eyes dark. “you’re lucky i can’t move right now.”

“mm,” you hum, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thigh. “you’d stop me?”

her voice dips. “fuck no.”

you smile and finally lean in, tongue sliding up between her legs, slow and soft and patient. abby jolts under you with a sharp gasp, her hand shooting down to grip the back of your head.

“jesus christ-“

you moan against her, tongue flattening again as you work her open, gentle but steady. her hand clenches in your hair, hips rising off the bed despite her earlier complaints.

“god-fuck, baby…your mouth-” she groans, head tipping back into the pillows.

you glance up just to watch her fall apart. the muscles in her stomach twitch every time your tongue drags up her slit. she tries to keep quiet but her body betrays her - back arching, thighs trembling, breath hitching every time you flick your tongue just right.

“keep-fuck-keep going,” she pants, her voice suddenly firmer, commanding.

you obey. you pull her open wider and suck her clit into your mouth, circling it with your tongue until her grip on your hair gets punishing.

“shit-don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop-”

she’s shaking under you now, abs flexing, thighs trying to close around your head. you dig your fingers into them and keep her spread wide, relentless between her legs until she finally breaks.

abby comes hard, groaning through her teeth, every muscle in her body pulled tight before she melts completely, falling back against the sheets with a wrecked, trembling exhale.

you pull away slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and kissing her thigh again. “think you earned that one.”

she huffs a laugh, half-lidded and fucked out. “you’re insane,” she mutters, hand dragging lazily through your hair. “but holy shit.”

you crawl back up over her, settling against her chest, and she wraps both arms around you, her grip sleepy but iron-strong.

“you taste like the gym,” you whisper against her skin, grinning.

“you’re gross,” she says again, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you feel her smirk against your temple.

“next time, i’m returning the favour. after leg day.”

you groan. “deal. i’ll call in sick.”

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Cus I'm a Busy Woman

Firefighter!Abby x reader:

warnings: dom abby, strap usage, fingering, nsfw minors dni

wc: 1.7k

Your day off was finally here. You had no other plans today than to put off cleaning the heavily piled, dirty dishes stacked to the brim of the sink and aimlessly scroll through your phone. It wasn’t until moving your focus from the sink to the kitchen counter that something was out of place: Abby’s lunchbox. 

Abby had been working down at the station since 5 this morning. And every morning she gets up at 4, you never have any time to see her. Just half asleep. Memories of her kissing you goodbye on your forehead and the bedroom door closing, hours before you even start your day. 

You quickly rush to your car, lunchbox neatly tucked under your arm, to head out to deliver lunch to your wife.

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As you arrived at the fire station, you were greeted with the sounds of a radio coming from a distance and chatter from down the hall. You waited aimlessly in the office, waiting for someone to walk in. Your eyes quickly followed to the wall of the fire crew and the frame front and center of the wall, the furrowed brow and pout was only more serious in the photo, matching with the same low hanging braid, it could only be identified as Abby Anderson and in the gold-plated engraving, it read “Abby Anderson Assistant Chief.” 

“Can I help you?” Your eyes quickly drew away from the photowall and back to the puzzled fire woman who just entered from the back door. The woman's face was a mix of confusion and concern. She was dressed in fitted black pleated pants and a white button-up shirt with a fire emblem pinned to her breast pocket. From the pictures, you recognized it was Chief Nora Harris. 

“Oh! Sorry, there's no emergency,” You assure her, before she jumps to any conclusions, you hold up Abby's black lunch box by your face. “I’m looking for Abby,” 

Nora’s face softened, knowing there was no real emergency to be worried about, just that her assistant chief was working on an empty stomach.

“One sec,” She smiles, and leans her front half back out into the hallway of the back end of the fire station. “Anderson!” She yells, muffled by the glass door. Nora gave it a second until a very confused Abby rushed down the stairs and was now standing next to her boss by the door. Nora tilts her head to signal that you were standing in the waiting room. Her lips curl into a grin as she pulls the door behind her to greet you. 

“Babe! I wasn’t expecting to see you.” She cheers as she kisses you on the lips. You’re instantly crumbling at the sight of her. She’s half in her fire uniform, bunker gear pants, radio clipped on one pant pocket, and a black fitted t-shirt, probably too tight in the arms because you can see her large muscles looking as if they were going to burst the sleeves. 

You were a sucker for a woman in uniform, but what kept you around was that grin she had on her face. You hold up her missing lunchbox so that she can take it from you. 

“What would I do without you, huh?” She whispers, kissing your forehead gently. She grabs her lunch from you and takes your hand. “Now, I didn’t mean for you to come all the way here and just leave so quickly. Let me give you a tour.” You follow her down the long, fluorescent-lit hallway to the kitchen, where a couple of workers had chosen to spend their off time. 

“Mornin',” Abby cheerfully greets them. A couple of them raise their coffee mugs in her direction to say hi. “Kitchen, self-explanatory.” She sets her lunchbox down on the counter. You watch as her braid freely swings behind her broad back as she turns the corner into the next room. You follow her into the garage. 

You take a second to look around the room. The garage is loaded with gear along the sides of the wall, featuring bright and tall clear garage windows that shine a bright light onto the sleek red color of the firetrucks lined up and ready for action. Abby blows it off like it's nothing, continuing to walk down the hall. You think she’s letting you have somewhat of a self-guided tour until she grabs your arm and takes you into the back room. 

“Abby, what are you doing?” You whisper, not against the fact that she dragged you into a storage space, but the fact that it is in her place of work. You didn’t want some of the people at the fire station’s first impression of you to be Abby with a hand down your pants. Her large body presses you up against the wall 

“We're going to get caught,” You argue. 

“We're not going to get caught,” She protests, as she continues to make out with you. You finally give in and melt back into her kiss. Her kisses are gentle and sweet as she slowly moves closer and closer down your neck. You’re hesitant before you grab her braid and pull it down to force her lips back to yours. One of her hands cups one side of your face while the other lifts your leg to rest on her hip. 

“If you want to do this,” She says in between sloppy kisses, “You have to be quiet for me.” 

You nod your head in agreement, your body heats up at her words, stern but never mean. That's what you liked about her. You move your hands that were wrapped around her waist to cup her face. Her kisses only become more aggressive as she slips her tongue into your mouth. You moan in pleasure as you use your leg to push her closer to you. Her large frame is grinding into your body. 

“Fuck, I need you so bad, Abby.” You moan into her mouth, head now leaned back, resting against the wall. Abby wasted no time untangling your sweatpants string so she could easily slip inside. You use one hand and try to wiggle your pants further down your thighs so it is easier for her, while the other hand is still gripping onto her muscular shoulder. You wrap both legs around her waist so that the wall is supporting you.

“You need me, huh?” She coos in your ear, her lips carefully placing kisses across your cheek to your ear. You feel her large fingers toy with the hem of your waistband before she pushes them aside. “Shh, remember what I told you.” Her words make you clench around nothing. You melt over how she can dominate you so easily. Your cunt is soaked and needy, yearning for her to touch you. 

You let out a soft groan into her neck as she enters your wet cunt with her large finger. She smirks as she pulls her fingers out of you gently and enters you even deeper without giving you time to adjust. You grind against her palm while she continues to fuck you. Your clit bumping against her hand with every movement. To your satisfaction, Abby decides to slip in another finger, stretching you out even more. Most of the time, you were only able to take one of her fingers, but today you needed more. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” She whispers. You arch your back so that when she curls her fingers into you, it hits the perfect spot. She uses her palm to press harder against your clit. You could barely hold it in, burrowing your face deeper and deeper into her neck. She suddenly slows down in pace until she's fully out of you. By the smirk plastered across her hot and sweaty face, you can tell she has something hidden up her sleeve. 

She quickly fiddles with her pants to unzip the zipper. Abby Fucking Anderson is packing under her uniform. You were familiar with the purple strap she likes to use on you. “You think you could take more?” 

“Fuck me, Abby,” You tell her, pulling your legs so that she is even closer to you. Abby pushes the head of the strap into you, coating the top with your slick. Abby quickly adjusts, putting both of her hands on your ass, pressing you up harder against the wall. You try to keep it in, but Abby groans as she pushes further into you. You rut your hips as Abby's grip becomes harder and pounds into you. The wet sounds from your pussy fill the storage closet as she continues to fuck you. Your mind continues to spiral as her thrust becomes sloppier and sloppier. 

“You’re doing so good f’me, baby,” She kisses the top of your head, still keeping the same rhythm as she was before. The way her strap stretches your walls only makes you moan harder. 

Your head becomes light, and suddenly your whole world is spinning. “Abs, please, I need.” You try to piece together words, but you're only focused on the pleasure of Abby. 

“Please what, baby?” Her thrust became slower, pulling out completely before dragging the tip of the purple strap through your folds, and bumping your clit ever so slightly. “I need to hear you say it,” 

“I’m gonna cum,” You cry out, and that’s all she needed to hear. She enters you again this time at the same rough pace she did before. She removes one hand from your ass to touch your clit. You want to scream out from the overstimulation, but instead moan against Abby's neck, leaving kisses up and down her neck. Your whole body starts to shake, and you feel your legs start to give out, but you trust that Abby will support you up. Abby helps you ride out each other's high by slowing down her pace like she once did before, slowing her thrust in and out until shes completely out of you. 

She helps you down from the wall, but your legs quickly give out, so you’re leaning all your bodyweight on her chest. She rubs your back, leaving kisses on your forehead. She helps you back into your sweatpants before chuckling to herself. You raise your eyebrow in suspicion before she hums. 

“You really thought I would leave my lunchbox at home by accident?”

this is my first time writing smut. who cheered?!! lmk if you enjoyed hope you're having a good day, byee

[hyperfixatedsoup]

Hey, i was thinking about g!p sevika roughly fucking reader's pussy and mouth, and even jerking off during the day but she uses readers ass as a cum dumpster all day, keeping all the cum inside with a plug. At the end of the day sevika fucks readers ass🥴 could you do it?

MEAN DOM!SEVIKA with an extreme breeding kink—

WARNINGS: sevika has a dick, blowjob, cream pie/breeding kink, anal, masturbating, anal plug, handcuffs, cowgirl position, cum stuffing, cum swallowing, doggy style position, dacryphilia, thigh slapping (slight), smoking, cnc, mating press, degradation, rough overstimulation

Mean dom!sevika who fucked your mouth so hard you almost lost control over your teeth. You were gasping for air around her thick, girthy cock as you choked over her huge shaft.

"You look so good when you're all fucked out like this." Sevika grunted.

"Nnnngh..."

You deepthroated her and heard the soft moan that left Sevika's lips, her head was tilted back in pleasure. You glanced up, staring at her through your lashes as you continued sucking her off.

"Such a good little throat," Sevika grabbed your hair, wrapping her palm around it and made you take her length down your throat. You choked a little, gagging but managed to keep your composure. Your tongue swirled around her flushed tip.

You felt her shaft twitch inside your mouth, you blinked away tears. Your cunt throbbed too and then your mouth filled with warm semen. You almost choked on it, the sudden liquid filling your mouth up. A little of it beaded at the corner of your lip and threatened to fall out, Sevika yanked her length out and slapped your cheek with it.

"Swallow, all of it."

You gulped the thick cum down, your tongue already aching for more. You poked your tongue out, licking off the little bit that overflowed out of your mouth. "Mmm..."

Sevika grabbed your jaw, tipping your bottom lip down with her thumb to check the inside of your mouth, she made a clicking sound with her tongue in approval, "good girl," she smirked, "get on the bed, hands and knees."

You crawled into the bed, your ass up and elbows pressed down against the mattress. Sevika chuckled, grabbing your wrists in one hand of hers and the other clicked a pair of handcuffs open.

"Here we go," she muttered softly and cuffed your wrists together with the headboard of the bed.

"Baby, please," you whispered, "fuck me, breed me..."

"Such a cumslut," Sevika squeezed your ass and moved onto the bed behind you. The mattress dipped behind you, and you saw her shadow looming over you.

Her hips snapped forward and you gasped out loudly, "it's so big!"

Sevika laughed, "baby, you take my dick every other day," she thrusted her pulsing length deeper into you.

The tip of her cock brushed against your cervix making your pleasure increase a hundredfold. Your head lolled forward and you drooled, wrists tugging against the metal cuffs helplessly as your pussy squeezed aorund her.

"Sevika..." You sobbed.

Sevika grabbed your hips tightly, "gonna knock you up, yeah? Fill you up with my little ones," Sevika thrusted one last time until you felt her seed filling up in your womb. You gasped for air and weakly pulled at the cuffs.

"O-oh..." Your pussy was twitching and your legs felt numb when Sevika pulled out slowly.

"Keep it inside," she said, her voice low. A command.

You clenched. "Yes, Vika..."

"That's my good girl," she grabbed your throat, not applying pressure but just holding you there to depict the amount of power that she held over you right now, "now it's your ass's turn."

Mean dom!sevika had been fucking you for hours and you felt sore. "Come on, honey," she tapped your thigh, "ride it," she leaned back and smoked her cigarillo.

You whimpered, "c-can't..." Your asshole throbbed in overstimulation, your hands braced on Sevika's broad shoulders as you rolled your hips. "It's so big inside and I'm so full..."

"Come on, doll, don't be ungrateful now..." Sevika laughed, leaning back and blowing the smoke directly at your face.

"Oh, goodness..." You took a deep breath and started moving slowly, your eyes rolled back.

Sevika smirked slowly as she watched your slow movements, she flicked the ash off on the ashtray. She stared at your pathetic attempt for a while before she decided it was enough playing around—

"Bounce, bunny, bounce." She slapped your thigh.

It was like your body responded to her command before you did. You tightened your grip on her shoulders, "yes, Vika..." And you started—

Your tits bounced up and down as your eyes squeezed shut. You gasped, "Ah... It's a lot, it's so big inside," your asshole tightened around Sevika's shaft and your hand let go of her shoulders to brace on her muscular thighs instead. You moaned loudly. It was so loud and the way your asshole squelched— it was almost pornographic causing Sevika's libido to only heighten.

"Squeeze again," Sevika ordered.

"Fuck!— ah!— Vika, I'm gonna—"

You squeaked, your body tensing up when you felt her warm semen filling your rectum. It filled you up and then seeped out from around where her cock was inserted in your ass.

"I'm so full..." You whined out.

"It's good, isn't it?" Sevika squeezed your thigh.

"Ha... Just a lot," you wiped at your tear-dampened cheeks with your hands, "I want more..."

Sevika pulled out, pushing you back onto the bed on your stomach. Sevika stubbed her cigarillo out and got behind you, between your legs. You hugged the pillow, holding onto it for dear life— then you heard a wet sound. You craned your neck around, blinking at her. Sevika's hand was around her cock, moving in fast paced strokes.

She moaned— strong and deep. Straight from the check. You bit the pillow, your ass slowly raising up in the air.

"Inside... Please, inside..." You begged softly, your word barely a whisper even.

Sevika chuckled, "still want my load?"

"Yes," you whimpered, shaking your ass in the air.

Sevika gasped, the sound soft. Then she did it— stuffed her cock right inside your stretched asshole, making you cry out into the pillow. You felt the warmth of her cum, it made you feel so content.

Mean dom!sevika slipped a silicone butt plug in your ass slowly, letting your rim stretch around the bulbous object.

"Mmm..." You clutched the sheets as you felt the sudden intrusion. "It's gonna slip out..."

"Better hold on, then," Sevika gave the base of the plug a gentle kiss before she picked up a new cigarillo, lighting it.

"Baby," you whined and rolled over on your side. Your thighs were quivering. Sevika chuckled and grabbed your thighs, gently massaging them as her calloused palms ran over your skin. You were now on your back, chest heaving up and down.

"Yeah?" She squeezed your thigh, "what's wrong, sweet cumslut?"

You pouted, "my tummy feels full..."

"Is that right?"

Sevika squeezed your breast, her fingers toying with your nipples. She blew the smoke through her nose, taking a deep inhale. Your head tossed from one side to another, slowly trying to thrust your hips up in a desperate attempt to get some friction.

"Vika, please, baby," you tried, tears shining in the corners of your eyes.

Sevika's gaze flicked down before she rubbed your tummy instead, a condescending smirk forming on that stupidly hot face of hers. Your legs went numb and all you could think of was getting your holes pounded even harder. Perhaps even to senselessness.

"You want my dick, don't you?"

Sevika pressed slightly, and you clenched around the plug. You werent really that full that it would dribble out despite the plug but you clenched anyway— not wanting to disobey in any way or form. You nodded in answer to her question.

"Alright, alright," Sevika, without warning, grabbed the base of the butt plug and yanked it out. Your breath hitched and you felt the first little trickle of her semen coming out of your now gaping asshole. "Aww, look," Sevika traced the reddened, sore rim of your rear end, "looks like I broke your little butthole." She taunted.

"You're so mean..." You mumbled just to cry out once you felt Sevika's hard length poke against your asshole. "N-no! I've had a lot already—"

Sevika wasn't listening, she was pounding. You screamed out, your throat sore and achy but fuck— Sevika knew how to thrust. Like she just absolutely knew the perfect fast pace and just how hard to go. Her previously stuffed semen dribbled out through the side of her shaft.

"My loose cockslut," Sevika laughed, grabbing your thighs and shifting your calves to rest on her muscly shoulders, "you're leaking my precious baby juice everywhere."

"Then stop fucking me so hard, Vika!—" you moaned, head thrown back, the column of your hickey-covered throat exposed.

"You can't even speak," Sevika taunted as she bottomed out with a brutal pace.

"I'm too sensitive..."

You complained but Sevika wasn't listening, her hand held the under of thighs as she continued fucking into you with vicious efficiency. Your moans slowed down to sobs that were barely audible now as you leaked all over her cock and the bedsheets. Your eyes were rolled back, the whites only visible now as you let Sevika fuck you into oblivion.

"Gonna give you another load, ready, slut?"

You murmured a breathy, "yes, Vika, fill me up..."

The next load was weary, but it was still fulfilling. You felt most of it leak out because of how overfilled your ass was though. Your breath stuttered, body shining with sweat all over. Sevika gently pulled out and sat back for a bit, "you okay, love?"

You smiled at her, faint but it was right there, "mhm, just need a breather."

"I'm so proud of you," Sevika leaned in and kissed you.

"Mmm... You taste like smoke..."

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