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[s0ftbambii]

hey baby, I heard ur looking for requests 🙏

rough bath sex with Sevika please? Sevika just came back from work, stressed and pissed off af and takes it out on reader

u can write the softest aftercare ever,where sevi apologises a lot while washing reader up 🤭🤭

thank u so much 💗

જ⁀➴ 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺，𝘴．

you knew how bad sevika would need a hot bubbly bath when she came home, something that’ll relax her, or atleast you thought. her boots heavy as she kicks them off jaw tight. you were sat outside of the bath tub ready to give her a massage. “hi baby how was-” before you can say anything she strips her clothing off sinking in deep. “get in.” she demands.

steam rises from the bath, immediately fogging up the mirror, your eyes were on her bare chest before she snaps you out of it by gripping your jaw, water dripping down her scarred knuckles, “i said get in.” without another thought you strip joining her in the steamy bath.

“sev—” you attempt to speak again but she shuts you up pulling you by the hips onto her lap, water sloshing around the two of you, she hungrily begins planting kisses on your neck all the down to your bare breast.

her grip tightens on your hip, causing a quick whimper to slip from your trembling lips, her mouth everywhere biting down hard—sure to leave marks. she then shoves your back against the cold tub wall pinning your wrist over your head.

“I’ve had a rough day—” her lips are inches from hers. “so—you gonna take what i give you?” you nod, “I need permission from your lips.” you nod, “yes—yes.” you stumble over your words, “yes i will take what you give me sev.”

a smirk spreads wide on her face, and without warning she lets you drop your hands before she takes a fist of your hair into hers yanking your head back forcing a yelp from your throat.

“that’s my good girl.” she growls pulling you flush against her once more as she sits you against the thick muscle of her leg, the friction making your breath hitch, the heat of the water is nothing compared to the heat between your soaked folds.

“ride it.” sevika commands, her tone serious and cold. she doesn’t even give you a choice, her hand gripping your hips hauling you back and forth as a moan slips through your lips once more, water falling from the edge of the tub as you grip the rim behind her, your aching cunt begging for more of her thick thighs. “fuck sev—” she shuts you up, placing her thumb in your mouth, “suck and shut the fuck up.”

you hollow your cheeks around her thumb, tongue swirling and sucking to keep quiet, and the slight smirk creeping up on her mouth tells you she’s enjoying your obedience, you move hard and relentlessly, and you can tell she doesn’t want you in control, her thumb comes from your mouth with a pop.

her hands fly back onto your hips, she’s bouncing you merciless and controlled, every drag of your cunt over her soaked leg has you embarrassed for enjoying this, but you just can’t help but want more. your face flys to her shoulders in attempt to keep the moans muffled, but she drags your face back towards her. “pathetic.” she spats, eyes dark. “all it takes is my fuckin leg and look at you—a goddamn mess.”

her other hand slips lower, metal fingers bullying cruelly against your clit, circling sharp and deliberate motions that make your whole body jolt, “sev—I’m gonna cum" her motions come to a slow as you shake slowly, “don’t you fuckin cum—I’m not done with you yet.”

her huge figure steps out the tub hauling you over her shoulder, along with a quick spank against your ass, she roughly puts you on the bed as she grabs the strap, you’re dripping and wet but she doesn’t care she wants to escalate things.

she lets it dangle in front of your face, just long enough to make your pulse spike. her eyes raking over your soaked body before she slaps it on her. “look at you.” she grumbles once more, flipping you on your stomach and pulling your hips up. the strap bites into your skin as she starts to pound into you relentlessly, you let out screams and whimpers into the pillow already on the brink of climax.

“fuck.” you whimper, you begin to quiver but sevika has other plans as she slowly comes to a half, strap still buried deep inside you she now is over your back in your ear. “fucking pathetic for me aren’t you?” tears build up on the brink of your eye. “oh now you don’t want to speak?” you uncontrollably whimper, “more please..” you beg. and so she pounds into you once again.

“I’m gonna—” her fingers dip deep into your sides, “sev im gonna cum.” you cry out loud coming undone on the strap, as she slows down, strap still in you as she watches it all come out. you’re out of breath, now panting relentlessly. “fuck baby.” she eyes your limp and now marked figure.

you finally let your tears spilled—you enjoyed the hell out of being dominated by sevika you were just exhausted now.

she runs new bathwater, her letting you sink into it, hoping it relaxes your muscles, she’s on her knees so she’s able to wash you up. “I’m sorry sweetheart.” she murmurs pressing gentle kisses into your neck. “I had a rough—scratch that a really rough day at work just needed to take it out.” she presses more kisses into your marked neck, your eyes are closed in the tub feeling everything.

you shake your head, “don’t apologize,” you murmur as she takes your cloth scrubbing you up everywhere, your shoulders and neck, and thighs. after the bath you two brushed your teeth and she threw you over her shoulder, not wanting you to walk, back in bed she puts on that cheesy movie she hates—but she only tolerates it for you.

“really?” you snort, your head going onto her shoulder as she strokes your hips, “what?” she asks obviously offended. you roll your eyes sarcastically, “nothing.” you press a soft kiss on her lips, and she returns one on your neck.

“we have that thing to go tomorrow—we’re gonna have to find a way to hide those.” she points at your neck, you scoff, “whose fault is that!”

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!!!!

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જ⁀➴ 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯，𝘧．𝘤

you and frank have been on the run for atleast a week now, you two kind of fell into a certain routine. and now—for food here you were flirting with the cashier whilst frank put every snack he can fit into a bag.

“wow—your hair.” you say to the now flushed cashier as you run your hand through his hair. “my barber—he’s a good guy he always has me right.” you could give two fucks less about this man’s hair intact—it feels kind of fucking disgusting. you put on a fake smile, “I’ll have to thank your barber personally.” from the corner of your eye you see frank leaving with the bag.

“well—I’ve gotta go.” you head towards the door, “wait is there anyway I can get your number?” you snort to yourself, the door ringing, as you head towards the truck climbing in the passenger seat. “his hair.” frank playfully mocks, “what? It worked.”

he pulls off and now you two are back on the road, middle of nowhere, 4:55 pm. “i got jerky, chips, drinks’ you name it.” one hand on the steering wheel as he reaches back grabbing the bag. “sweet.” you take the bag from his hand, rummaging through it pulling out a bag of lays.

you roll the window down, air flowing in almost immediately as you open the lays bag, grabbing the potato chip. “want one?” you inch it towards his mouth, and he opens munching on it, earning a snort from you.

you turn the radio up, humming to an oldies song. the route was empty, only the sound of the truck. frank’s hand cups the inside of your thigh, caressing it. “is this everything you’ve ever wanted?”

“even better.” you respond.

🝮 🝮 🝮

you yelp a smile on your face as he begins kissing down your stomach, “the backseat is small.” you snort. “what? you just now noticing?” you snort nodding, he pulls your tiny shorts down, as you undo his belt in the tight space. you two were in an abandoned parking lot.

his cock already hard, and your clit was soaked ready to take him. he’s on top, leaning down, slowly as he enters you, a whimper escaping your mouth. “your okay,” his pace is slow, your cunt aching, “fuck.” you mutter under your breath his cock now deep inside you, he moves relentlessly in just a short amount of time.

“frank—” you moan, he holds your back as he presses kisses to your neck, “you’re okay.” he sucks on your breast, pounding into you at the same time, the butterflies you were getting in your stomach and the heat you felt all at the same time, it all hurt so fuckin good. “fuck.” you moan, “that’s right baby, fuck.”

🝮 🝮 🝮

“I can order anything?” you ask in disbelief as he puts about eight hundred dollars in your face. you two were at a diner you found in the middle of nowhere, food reeked from their kitchen, and an elderly couple sat three tables away. “yeah baby—all on me.” you snort looking at the breakfast menu.

you sat across from him, as he also looked at the menu. “okay..” you murmur, “I want two sausages, eggs, bacon and toast—wait and also pancakes and waffles.”

“that’s it baby?” you glance at the menu once more, “okay umm maybe orange juice.” he smiles, “alright.” the waitress makes her way to your table, “my girl wants sausages, eggs and bacon, with some toast pancakes and waffles—I’ll take the same.” the waitress lets out a grin. “alright, it’ll be about $32.50” frank gets that exact amount out.

the waitress walks off, “what are we doing after we’re done?” you ask, and he takes your hand over the table. “whatever you’d like.” you think hard, “anything?” he nods, “anything.” you look at a nearby calendar, you were having such a good time with him you lost track of the date. “let’s go shopping.” you smile, and he nods. “shopping it is.”

the waitress comes back with the food and syrup, you two—practically starving immediately take the fork eating what you can. “mmh.” you moan, “haven’t had decent food like this in awhile.” he nods, “yeah?”

“yeah.” the waitress makes her way back, “if you two need anything else let me know.” you both nod, as she heads back. “fuck this is delicious.” you grumble, stuffing your face not even caring if he’s watching you, and when you do look he’s got this look of love in his eyes.

“it’s me and you against the world forever, you know that?” you smile, “getting all sappy on me?” you two finish up and even manage to get a to go bag.

🝮 🝮 🝮

he meant it when he said he’d take you shopping, you two stopped at some price stuck up house that just so happened to be your size, and then now you two are at the thrift store, you try on an elegant red dress, “is this not the cutest thing ever?” you step from behind the curtain revealing yourself to a stricken look of love from frank, he grabs your waist pulling you down with him on the floor. “baby you are fuckin gorgeous.”

the next thing you try on are a pair of boots, that would look amazing with lace tights. you stomp them. “good fit.” you shrug, he nods. “good fit.” you then move on to this night robe, “wowww.” you spin and it spins along with you. “like a princess.” he murmurs standing up kissing your neck.

“your princess” you shoot back.

🝮 🝮 🝮

back in the car, it’s 2am and you are looking at the stars as he drives his hand on your thigh once more and your hand on his hand. “everything you’ve ever wanted?” he asks.

“even better.”

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!!

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જ⁀➴ 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬，𝘴．

sevika was pissed—although you never figured out why, she brushed you off leaving the house in a hurry, that look of anger on her face. and now, here she was stumbling in the house mumbling things that didn’t make sense and practically reeked of alcohol.

“what the fuck—where have you—” you pause as she suddenly falls into your arms. “hi pretty girl.” is all she slurs. and you could’ve sworn the anger has never left your body so fast.

“please sit up—and look me in the eyes.” she obeys, and all you see is her tear stricken face, she’d never admit to you that she was upset or crying. “oh, sev.” you murmur taking her hand dragging her to the couch, “you’re holding my hand like I’m a baby.” she huffs, “yeah? well you’re acting like one.” you shoot back clearly angry.

she’s on her back, legs spread across the couch with her arm thrown over her forehead. “I’m gonna grab you some water.” you say footsteps heading toward the kitchen, “my hero.” she mutters sarcastically. “god I hate when you’re drunk.”

you come back, with ice cold water in a plastic cup, she sits up leaving room for you to sit near her, as you rest your chin on her shoulder watching her drink. “can you please explain to me what happened—what this is all about?”

she lets out a heavy sigh, shooting you a look of content, before looking back. “it’s not you-god no, it’s everything but you, sweetheart you’re my safe place.” she admits, the only good side of sevika being drunk was that she was vulnerable.

“you’re just this amazing—beautiful person” she ushers towards herself. “and I’m just like this dark cloud over you, do you think people see that? how dark I am and how bubbly you are?” you shake your head, “sev—is this what it’s all about?” she nods her head before slowly falling into your lap, you intertwine your hands into her hair.

“and I want to be better for you—so people don’t just see me as this dark cloud that hangs over you—the sun.” you feel tears stinging your eyes, because you never saw her as a dark cloud. “you make me shine—so in all seriousness you’re my sun.” you murmur with a soft smile. “I’m sorry for disappearing.” she slurs, her hand flying between your inner thigh rubbing it gently.

sevika looks up at you from your lap now, her hand flying to your jaw before dragging you to her lips for a quick kiss. “I know I’m drunk—but I love you.” and you swear your heart stopped. she shifts in your lap as you let a tear fall, pairing it with a sniffle. “I love you to.”

“tell me when you’re sober though, tomorrow morning.” you murmur. she nods as you grab a blanket from the end of the couch putting it over the two of you. “you’re my pretty girl.” she slurs.

“you’re pretty girl.” you smile softly. sleep takes over her, and you swear this is the first time she slept like an actual baby. “you are one baby.” you snort.

and all you can hope is that she remembers all of this in the morning, you press a kiss to her temple.

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

(𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌)

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જ⁀➴ “𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦” 𝘞．𝘔

you fucked up—big time. everyone knew how bad wanda wanted you, and how possessive she was over things she wanted. you just so happened to be one of them. so when you kissed that guy at the stark party? you had no clue she was even around. and now you’re pinned up against the wall at 3am.

“I need you to say it—” wanda demanded into your ear, her leg sitting pretty between your thighs, your panties already soaked with wetness, you whimper. her lips travel around your neck before she came back up looking you in the eyes, her expression nothing but hunger. “say it.”

“I’m yours—all yours.” your breath hitches as her leg shifts between your aching cunt, “good girl—mine all mine, that kiss meant nothing isn’t that right?” you nod biting your bottom lip before agreeing. “it was stupid—it was nothing.”

“that’s right,” she looks at you once more before lowering your tiny fucking shorts you wore to bed, “cause he can’t make you feel like I do—he can’t even get you as wet as I do.” she says the last part with a smug grin on her face as her hands trail towards your wet panties, which she brings down running her index finger through the slick entrance.

she brings her fingers to your mouth. “suck.” and you obey. she moves her fingers down to wet cunt pulling your panties asides. she circles your clit with just one finger earning her a yelp from you.

then, without warning she bullies two fingers into your soaked entrance, “mmph—fuck wanda.” her fingers pressed and curled hitting exactly where you wanted—your sensitive spot, your back arches as you scratch your nails against her back. “that’s right baby.” her pace picks up, the sound of your juices making her grin. “mine.”

you whine clutching her back harder as she plunges three fingers into you now. “my—fuckkk wanda.” you bite your bottom lip, you breath picking up fast, “wanda” you moan repeatedly, “wanda.” she was getting a kick out of the way you said it, letting out a groan before kissing your neck her fingers still deep inside your folds, stretching you out.

“I can’t stand—” her pace picks up, “anyone—touching what’s mine.” you whine, tilting your head, as she left marks on your sensitive neck, you feel on the brink of climax before she pulls out quickly.

you cry out loud, “more—please.” wanda kneels her hands grip your hips before slowly putting your legs over her shoulders, your back still against the wall. “please baby—” she talks softly to you, for the first time. “try to stay still.” her tongue traces the inside of your thighs, making you squirm.

your hands find her hair, attempting to guide her into your aching entrance, “patience.” she warns as brinks of tears fall from your eyes from how needy you’re getting. “you’re—terrible for teasing me.” you manage to get out in a croak. “am I?” you nod, “mmh—tell me just how terrible.”

and before you can get a word out, her tongue plunges into your wetness, you let out a soft cry before she pulls back once again saliva dripping from her mouth. “keep talking—tell me how terrible.” you attempt to get words out, “i—terrible.” she licks and coaxes. “you’re so terrible.” your hands fly into her hair as she picks up the pace with her tongue, your hips buck as she hits your sensitive spot, and you can feel her smile between your thighs.

the thrust of her tongue continues, “please—oh fuck mmph.” she brings your hips closer your practically sitting on her face, you feel your legs tremble under her touch, your chest rising and falling ever so quickly. hands clenching her hair even harder earning a groan from her, with tiny whimpers on the side from you, her tongue flicks faster now that your on the brink of climax.

“wanda—wanda.” you feel overwhelmed and excited all in one, “I can’t—” she lets out a moan as she stays between your legs before pulling back slowly. “cum.” she dives back in, before your a shaking mess, leaving a mess on her tongue, panting, you slide down the wall. “god—” you mutter under your breath, panting heavily. as she swallows you.

“say it.”

“I’m—I’m yours.”

“that’s right—mine.”

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જ⁀➴ 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘷．

🝮-baths are his weakness, if you run one and coax him him in he melts immediately. he’ll sit between your legs leaning back against your chest and ramble about his latest invention whilst you wash his hair.

🝮-bad days, when he’s frustrated at his body or piltover he’ll try to isolate himself but you—you’re the one person he can’t push away so he’ll let you hold him and cuddle him.

🝮-baking together, he gets so caught up in over analyzing measurements and all that, and you have to remind him with a little nudge that you guys are just making brownies.

🝮-rainy nights, he’ll leave his lab just to sit with you on the balcony with some tea, his hand intertwined with yours.

🝮-cold hands, he has this habit of putting his cold hands under your shirt just to hear you yelp then acts clueless like he doesn’t know why you’re upset.

🝮-him overworking himself, you practically have to beg him to come to bed to put down the pen and just come lie down, he’s insisting saying he’s on the brink of finishing which he never is so you just end up dragging him to bed.

🝮-dumb late night debates, who hogs the blanket, who forgot to blow out the candle, whether tea counts as hydration, you both fall asleep mid bicker.

🝮-first time you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move, man is as still as a statue, his arm dead legs cramped but you look so peaceful.

🝮-when your sick, he wants the whole world to just stop, I’m talking he won’t even let you move or get up he’s doing everything for you, tea,soup,medicine, blankets. and then he’ll lay with you whilst you warn him he’ll get sick. “you think i care darling?”

🝮-sweet nothings, late at night when you two are just on the brink of sleep he’ll whisper sweet things to you, “I hope your day was kind to you darling,”

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!

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hey my beautiful babies, this is my first kinktober I’m participating in, I honestly am solely excited for october and i know you all are too, little freaks. anyways please go into my inbox or dm me to claim a kink and character, first come first served!

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જ⁀➴ 𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘷．

“congratulations vi, you survived barley—want a medal? god you know I don’t like when you do this,” you grumble as you dab at the cut of her lip, the burning alcohol causing her to his. she had gotten into yet another bar fight, and you were once again, helping her clean herself up.

“you go out—to the bar, and then boom.” vi was seated on a chair as you stood over, pointing to her face. “this happens.” you scold her, but you look down at her face—and she’s relaxed, a stupid grin plastered on her face.

“what’s funny?” you huffed, you didn’t get what part of this was funny

“you patch me up better than any doc, cupcake why would i stop?” you slam the first aid kit, hard. you study her face, her smile dropping, and you turn away, in anger. “vi..” you turn back to her and oh my god, she’s completely love struck just staring at you with these eyes.

“what now?” you can’t stand her right now, vi’s stupid smile returns, “you care about me, cupcake?” she teases standing up, “no—no.” vi steps closer to you invading your space, hand landing on your hip as she guides you against the wall. “you’re a damn lie,” your panties are a wet mess, you’re soaked.

“say it—say you care about me.”

no way.

you pull into her touch, hand landing on her chin as your lips meet hers, she freezes for a heartbeat, stunned. then groans into the kiss like she’s been waiting for this, forever.

her lips trail down to your neck, you tilt it giving her more access you feel her sucking and biting your sensitive spot, sure to leave marks, “mmh.” you let out a pleased sound then your quick to be swept off your feet as you let out a yelp. “relax cupcake,” she puts you on the couch, as she gets on top of you continuing her work at your neck.

you hate this. how good it feels. you’re supposed to be angry at her, but you just can’t help it.

she pulls back, her hips keeping you locked in place as she tugs at your shirt, “can I?” you nod quickly, she tugs it off in a hurry, and you undo your bra throwing it across the room.

her eyes drop to your chest, and for once, she’s speechless. that stupid grin fading into a hunger look. her hands come up engulfing one of your breast before she leans down, mouth closing over your tit, “mmph—vi.”

her tongue wet, sucking you good, you whimper, your back arching slightly, “you sound so sweet for someone who was just mad at me.”

you moan in response as she works back over your tit, her hand engulfing your other breast, her tongue slick, eyes looking at the way you shiver from her touch, she slowly rises off your breast, the sound making a pop.

she looks down at your sweatpants, “can i?” you nod quickly, you were about to get embarrassed by how soak and wet you were already, her eyes stay on you as she lowers your pants, and underwear.

“my—fuck, cupcake, already soaked.” you let out a whimper, embarrassed. “can you just—start.” you demand, “wow she’s bratty, and embarrassingly wet for someone she was just—”

she sees how needy you’re getting by just your eyes, and she lowers herself down, teasing. her warm breath hovers over your entrance, her eyes staying on you as she teases flicking her tongue just a little over your wet and soaking lips.

you react, hips twitching. “vi!” you grumble, one of her hands trail up to grip your breast again, then she finally enters, earning a moral of pleasure from you. her tongue flicks and laps, coaxing gasps and shivers from you with each careful stroke.

your thighs twitch, and her fingers find your hips keeping you in place, “still, cupcake.” she demands. vi is teasing every sensitive spot, warm wet and relentless. your nails dig into her back earning a groan from her, “fuck—vi.” you take her hair into your hand, guiding her.

her hands tug your hips closer, as she lets out a mmph sound, working so well against you. you feel your hips buck, “fuck—vi—i think I’m about to cum.” she lifts up from your entrance, saliva dripping from her mouth, “no, not until i say.”

your eyes water, as she works against you again, tongue lapping over your wetness, “vi-i can’t.” you grumble, trying to hold it, your back arches, hands flying into vi’s hair again, your breathing becomes ragged, and shaky then a sharp shuddering moan escapes you as you make a mess over her tongue, you cry out breath hitching.

you breathe heavy, as your hands loosen from vi’s hair, “damn.” she murmurs, her lips trail kissing your stomach before slowly making their way to your lips. “still mad at me?” she asks, obviously to piss you off, you let out a groan in response, she still hovered on top of you. “use your words.”

“no.”

“good, so it worked—and by the way you taste amazing.” you roll your eyes, as she rests on you, “let’s just stay here for awhile.”

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!

also this was like my first time writing smut, don’t come for me😞

[s0ftbambii]

i need caitlyn.bad.

I hardly see any caitlyn fics these days, but if you can, can you do one where reader is lowkey giving her silent treatment and caitlyn eats her outtt

you’re ignoring her. not in an obvious, loud, dramatic way, but in that soft, quiet way that Caitlyn hates — the one where you don’t look at her as long as you normally do, where your “mhms” are clipped instead of warm, where you sit on the other side of the couch with your arms tucked close.

and Caitlyn is patient, always has been. she tells herself she won’t pry, won’t push. but she notices everything. the tap of your nails on your thigh instead of her hand, the way you don’t lean into her shoulder like you normally do. it eats at her.

finally, she sets down her teacup with a sigh, slipping closer. “darling,” her voice is velvet, coaxing. “what have I done?” you don’t answer. not really — just a little shrug, a glance away. silent treatment.

she hums, tilting her head, studying you. the detective in her knows this game, and the lover in her knows the fastest way to break your stubborn little wall.

so she kisses your jaw. then your neck. then she’s coaxing you onto your back, hands steady as she undoes the buttons of your shirt with infuriatingly meticulous care. “if you won’t tell me,” she murmurs, eyes flashing, “then I’ll have to persuade you another way.”

and god, Caitlyn lives for persuasion.

she takes her time — kissing down your stomach, parting your thighs with soft, decisive hands. her tongue is warm, deliberate, pleading in its own way, every stroke like: look at me, forgive me, let me back in.

you’re still trying to keep up the act, biting back noises, covering your mouth. Caitlyn notices, of course. she slides a hand up, presses it against yours, pulling it away so she can hear everything.

when your hips start rolling against her mouth, when you finally gasp out her name, she pulls back just slightly, lips slick, voice low and smug: “ah. so you do want to talk to me.”

and then she dives right back in, determined to wring every ounce of forgiveness out of you until you’re too wrecked to even remember why you were upset in the first place.

[s0ftbambii]

જ⁀➴ 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘊.𝘒

“oh, baby.” she eyes your shaking and tired figure down, “you did so good for me darling” your lip quivers at the pet name, as you force a weakened smile on your face, she lays a kiss on your temple before standing up to fetch a warm cloth.

caitlyn fucked the stupid out of you, and now she’s being all soft, mushy and fragile like you’re something easily breakable, but in all truths, you are.

she crouches back down, cloth in her hand her touch gentle as she spreads your legs her smooth fingers running along before she starts to wipe the mess you made between your legs.

caitlyn sees the marks she left and her eyes immediately sadden. “fuck, darling.” she opens your legs wider as she leans down more and pressing gentle kisses on your marks.

your breath hitches at the touch of her smooth mouth, “is my girl sensitive right there?” you nod biting your bottom lip, “mhm..yes.”

she eases up on the kisses after your response, standing up she walks over to her closest picking out a clean shirt for you. you were bare naked, her eyes scaled across your body. “you’re so beautiful baby.” you let out a whimper in response. she leans down pressing soft kisses to your nipples.

she then puts the black t shirt over your head, it immediately warms you, “is my fragile girl hungry?” you nod, “mhm, but I just want something quick.” caitlyn smirks, as she reaches into her snack drawer pulling out goldfish. she then crawls into bed with you as she drags you over her bare chest and turns on a movie.

“baby?” she calls out to you, “hm?” you murmur your attention on the action movie that’s playing. “baby.” she tilts your head up to look at her as you engulf another piece of goldfish in your mouth. “you were perfect.” you get embarrassingly shy as you shove your head back into her chest, and she only snorts.

“did i go to rough?” she did, but you enjoyed it, you’ve never really got to see much of that side of her. “a bit but—” she cuts you off quickly, “we’re gonna need a safe word.” you shrug, “okay, how about—um, blue?”

caitlyn nods, “blue it is.” she strokes your back as the movie continues playing, the two of you eating goldfish. and fuck, your legs were killing you, but the suspect is now treating you like your glass, how could you ever be mad at that?

after the movie ends, you’ve drifted off to sleep now, caitlyn stares at your limp figure before gently pressing a kiss to your lips and cheeks.

“my beautiful girl.”

“you were perfect.”

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

[s0ftbambii]

𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐!

જ⁀➴ 𝑏𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖，𝑠ℎ𝑒／ℎ𝑒𝑟，𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙，𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑝

જ⁀➴ 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠，𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 ，𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖’𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ／𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠．

જ⁀➴ 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒！𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠！

જ⁀➴𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑎𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓𝑓！

𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠，𝑏𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖！

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[s0ftbambii]

emo wanda save me

can we unpack these photos for a sec?

the head tilt. the eyeliner. her jawline. those collarbones. the teeny bit of cleavage. her cheekbones. THAT LOOK. her cute button nose. the high ponytail! the necklace. the leather jacket.. OH MY FUCKING GOD. emo wanda is grossly underrated. i will take that to my grave.

please please please can someone indulge me here in my ask box n we can talk about all emo wanda thoughts 👉🏻👈🏻🖤

[s0ftbambii]

the sluttiest thing a man can have is a salt and pepper beard, oh and be pedro pascal

[s0ftbambii]

frank castle save me, SAVE ME. in all seriousness I would love this little life so bad omg

what about frank with a reader who is always sleepy!!

he finds them napping at all times of the day. at first when he doesn’t get replies immediately he rushes home to discover a cocoon of blankets, his love safe and cozy

hahaha i do fear that in this instance, the reader is ME 😴

and it definitely scares the shit out of him the first couple of times it happens because of how often you normally answer his calls. he tries in vain to ignore the cold blooms of panic taking root beneath the surface of his skin, but to no avail. He makes the trek home in record time, maybe blowing a red light or two, who's to know. He doesn't know what he's expecting when he gets there, but it certainly isn't you under a heaping pile of blankets, the only sounds in the room are of the white noise emanating from your phone, and your soft snores.

he doesn't want to wake you, but he's so relieved that you're alright, that he can't stop himself from walking around to your side of the bed to press a kiss to your temple. he allows himself a moment to marvel at your sleeping figure; can't help but be overwhelmed with how much he loves you, because he swore up and down, he'd never let it happen to him again.

when you stir a little while later, it's to the tantalizing aroma of bolognese simmering on the stove. frank's dutifully stiring it when you come up behind him to wrap your arms around his chest.

"Hey you," you sigh.

he squeezes your arm. "hi, baby," silence lingers between you before he clears his throat. "gave me a bit of scare today."

you wrest your chin in the jut of his shoulder. "oh?"

he sets the spoon back in the pot and turns in your embrace. his umber irises glitter brilliantly under the soft yellow light of the stove lamp. "tried getting a hold of you earlier and couldn't. just doesn't happen too often, I guess."

guilt settles in your chest. "I'm sorry, frank."

he frowns, before shaking his head. "no need to be sorry, sweetheart. rest is important. It's more of a... me thing that I need to sort out." he presses a kiss to your cheek before adding, "you do that every day?"

you cock your head to the side. "what, nap?"

he nods.

"mm, not every day, but I've been known to dabble in a siesta or two from time to time."

he clears his throat, keeps his voice intentionally mild. "maybe you should consider getting your iron levels checked out."

that makes you laugh. "yeah, frank, maybe I should."

[s0ftbambii]

oh hell yes, sevika I love you. you guys don’t understand the things I’d do for this woman.

Sevika finger fucking you

You shouldn’t be here.

That’s the first thing running through your head when the door swings open, when the smell of smoke and sweat hits your nose, when you step into her place like you’re not nervous down to your socks. You shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be standing there in her oversized hoodie and nothing underneath, shouldn’t be watching Sevika lick her thumb and smudge ash into an old tray while she eyes you like she already knows how loud you’re gonna cry for her.

“You nervous?” she asks, voice like gravel. Her scar catches the light when she smirks.

You nod, too fast. “I-I haven’t…”

“I know,” she says. “You’ve told me. Over and over.”

You swallow. Your thighs rub together, slick already building just from her voice. From the weight of her gaze. From her stupid big hands and her broad fucking shoulders and the way she closes the door behind you like it’s too late to change your mind.

Maybe it is.

She crosses the room, slow and steady, until she’s right in front of you — smelling like smoke and leather and a heat that makes your belly clench.

“Say it again,” she orders, dipping her head to your ear. “Tell Miss Sevika what you are.”

“… I-I’m a virgin,” you whisper. You can’t bring yourself to look up.

Her hand curls under your jaw, firm but not mean. She makes you look ath her. “What was that?” she murmurs. “Didn’t quite hear you, baby.”

“I’m a virgin,” you say louder, voice trembling. “Miss Sevika.”

That makes her smile.

“You’re gonna be such a mess for me.”

Then your back hits her couch.

She doesn’t waste time — doesn’t bother with soft kisses or any of that sweet talk you thought you might get. Sevika drops to her knees between your thighs like she owns them, palms dragging your hoodie up with rough, greedy hands until your cunt’s bare under the hem. She growls when she sees how wet you already are.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” she mutters, fingers teasing just along your folds, not quite touching your clit. “You been thinking about this? Bet your little pussy’s been aching for me.”

You whimper, nodding frantically.

“Don’t nod. Say it.”

“I’ve, I’ve been thinking about you,” you whisper. “Thinking about your hands, Miss Sevika.”

Her smirk deepens. She presses her thumb hard to your clit and watches your hips jump.

“These hands?” She lifts one, spreads her fingers. They’re huge. Long. Scarred. She brings two of them to your mouth. “Suck.”

You obey without question, parting your lips and letting her push her fingers in. They stretch your jaw just enough to make your eyes water.

“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Get ‘em nice and wet for me. I know you’ve never had anything inside you, but if you’re gonna take even one of my fingers…” She lets them slip out, saliva catching on your lip. “You’re gonna need to relaaaxxx.”

You nod. “Yes, Miss Sevika.”

And then she’s between your legs again, sliding one finger through your folds, teasing your hole. “Such a tight little cunt,” she murmurs, voice low and hot against your skin. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

You’re already squirming. Moaning. Your legs spread wider for her like your body knows what you need even if your brain doesn’t.

Sevika breathes, pressing the very tip of one thick finger into your pussy. “Just moanin’ and beggin’ like a sweet little thing. Look at that, look at you trying to take me.”

“Miss Sevika…” Your voice breaks. She hasn’t even put the whole thing in yet and your hips are jerking like you’re about to come already.

“Shhh.” Her voice is gentler now. “I know. You’re so tight, baby. You’re doing so good. Lemme stretch you nice and slow, alright?”

Her hand pins your hip down while the other works you open. Inch by inch.

The stretch is unbearable. Delicious. You didn’t think it would feel like this, like you’re being cracked open, nerves lighting up like sparks behind your eyes, your breath hitching every time she curls her finger just right.

And she’s only using one. Just one

“One finger,” she grunts. “And you’re clenching like I’m splitting you in half. What’re you gonna do when I put two in, huh?”

“I don’t know, Miss Sevika,” you whimper. “please, I need,”

“You don’t know what you need,” she purrs. “But I do.”

She adds the second finger.

You cry out.

It burns at first, your body too tight, your muscles fluttering like they’re trying to force her out. But Sevika doesn’t move, just whispers against your temple, “Breathe through it, baby. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Then she curls them. Then pumps the in and out of your hole. Plop plop plop

Your hips jolt.

“Oh! oh my god— nnh”

“Not god, baby. Say it right.”

“Miss Sevika, Miss Sevika please, I can’t!”

“Yes you can,” she growls, fucking her fingers in deeper. “You’re taking me so good now. So sweet. Just made to be fucked open like this. That’s it. Ride my fingers, baby.”

You try. You try to rock against her hand, to match her rhythm, but you’re crying already, tears running down your cheeks, mouth open in silent gasps. You can’t even form words anymore, just little “ah ah ahhh” sounds that make her smirk like a predator.

“You gonna come, sweetheart?” she asks, voice rough. “From my fingers alone?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, Miss Sevika, I think…”

“That’s it. Cream on my fuckin’ fingers. Let me feel that virgin pussy milk me dry.”

You sob when you come.

“Thaaats it, sweetheart.”

Loud. Messy. Body jerking under her grip while her fingers keep fucking you through it,slow and deep strokes that stretch you even as you clench tight. Your back arches. Your mouth drops open. You cry her name and she eats it up like it’s her favorite song.

When you go limp, twitching and wrecked, she finally slows down. Pulls her fingers out with a wet squelch. You feel it, your hole fluttering around nothing, your cunt leaking down your thighs. Her fingers are soaked.

“Damn,” she mutters, staring at the mess she made. “Didn’t even use my strap. And you came that hard?”

She leans over, brushes your hair back, cups your cheek with the same fingers that just made you cry. “So fuckin’ cute,” she murmurs. “And all mine now.”

You blink up at her, dazed and glossy eyed.

“You ever curse in front of me, I’m putting three fingers in next time. Got it?”

You nod.

“Yes, Miss Sevika.”