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sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+
requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)
fandom(s) ; black butler
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; sebastian michaelis
outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts
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sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work
you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of
after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform
of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all
but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too
happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face
happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you
happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder
happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all
happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you
happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent
happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)
happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch
(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)
(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)
he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)
but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover
you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor
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dominant male s/o smut headcanons ; 18+
requested by : anonymous [14/03/24]
original request : ‘There is clearly a lack of x male reader in the Hazbin Hotel fandom, so maybe I could request Lucifer and Adam with a soft dom male reader. (Im not sure If I can request more that one character tho)’
pairing : submissive leaning switch!lucifer morningstar x dominant!male!reader insert
content : dom/sub dynamic between characters, lucifer having a praise kink, brief mentions of bondage (lucifer being tied up), implied body worship if you squint at one bullet point (lucifer receiving), cock-warming (reader receiving), overstimulation (lucifer receiving), some mentions of brat!lucifer at the end of the post
warnings : sexually explicit content
note : you can absolutely request multiple characters and the second part of this request (featuring the other listed character) will be out at some point next week ^^
masterlists : sfw nsfw
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although lucifer himself is a switch and is more than comfortable with taking on a dominant role in the bedroom, there is definitely a very strong part of him that enjoys being able to hand over control to someone else for a change — so, needless to say, having a boyfriend that was willing and eager to take on a dominant role in his stead would be something lucifer would be extremely open to
a good 90% of the time lucifer does his best to be ‘good’ for you (following your instructions to the letter, answering your questions immediately, only allowing himself to climax when you give him permission to, and so on), because he absolutely lives for your praise and undivided attention in the bedroom after being on his own for so long
call him ‘good boy’, ‘pretty’, ‘well trained’ and the like and you’ll get to see his pale cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of red as he shuffles in place and lets himself bask in those attentions — bonus points if you gently coaxe him into meeting your gaze when you’re saying this because he gets far too flustered to speak
tie his hands behind his back or above his head (or, if you’re feeling a bit mean, simply instruct him to hold them there without binding them in anyway and test how strong his resolve really is) and spend hours at a time smothering him in affection and praise: kiss down from the column of his throat to his chest and to the apex of his thighs, gently massage his legs and sides, pepper kisses and gentle bites along his throat and jawline, whisper compliments against his skin, gently brush your fingers through the feathers of his wings when they spring up out of his back — listen to every whimper and sigh and sob that comes out of his pretty lips as he tries his best to stay still and wait for you to finally, finally, put your hands or mouth on his straining dick as a reward for being so very good and patient for you
have him cockwarm you whilst he’s sorting through documents for lulu land or the hotel, lazily stroking circles into his hips with the pads of your thumbs as you encourage him to keep on going and promise to reward him for being such a good boy for you all day
and when he’s earned it, fuck him until there are tears streaming down his cheeks and all he can do is babble something vaguely like your name as he desperately tries to pull you closer with shaking hands — he’s strong enough to take anything you give him, really he is, so feel free to keep on pushing him through orgasm after orgasm until the only thing he can remember is how good your cock feels inside of him and the shape of your name on his lips
(or until you’re too exhausted to go on… whichever comes first)
he’s also just as happy to top you if you’re more comfortable being on the receiving end — he’s nothing if not a gentleman after all — so long as you’re still praising him and telling him what to do, he’s content with making love to you in any way that you prefer
then, of course, there’s the remaining 10% where all of his patience gets thrown out of the window and you get to see just how much of a brat the prince of pride can be
he gets demanding, impatient, and desperate until he’s swiftly put in his place and reminded that you’re the one in charge and he won’t get anything from you until he starts behaving again
(in all honesty he’s a pretty easy brat to tame if you leverage his praise kink and his desperation by having him cockwarm you whilst you edge him with your hand, asking him if he’s going to start behaving and reminding him that brats don’t get rewards — he’ll break before long and get all teary eyed as he apologises and begs you to let him cum)
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I want to lay down on her lap wearing a cute skirt with some thigh highs, To feel her hand slowly creeping up my skirt to grab my ass and tease my clit slowly, and meticulously, as her other hand sticks two fingers inside me bouncing in and out in rhythm with my moans and begs.
“Do you promise to be good?”
“Yes I promise”
she stops
“I don’t think I heard you sweet girl”
“Yes! Yes! I promise to be good! I promise!
“Good girl.”
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i’m sorry if this isn’t that great i’m still learning my darlings bear with me🩷
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I literally love your writing! I'm too embarrassed to ask this... But could you do a headcanon about how Brahms would react to anal sex?
trying anal sex for the first time ; b. heelshire hcs
thank you for the kind words and the request, anon
reader insert is assumed as being gender neutral
this only includes brahms giving anal sex but if you’d like to see a scenario wherein he’s receiving it, please feel free to reach out and i’ll write a follow-up
note : i haven’t written for brahms in a while so characterisation might be a smidge shaky in some parts of this piece
minors please do not interact with my content
brahms heelshire is, if nothing else, a complete pervert who is obsessed with everything to do with sex, sexuality, nudity and pleasure as it pertains to you as his partner — to the extent that he’d gladly spend whole days at a time in bed with you experimenting with every position, kink, and act mentioned in the erotic novels and suggestive magazines he’s accrued over the years if only you’d give him the chance
any and every time one of you learns about or suggests anything new to try in the bedroom (whether that’s something you’ve been itching to introduce for a while, or something that you saw in an erotic magazine earlier that same day), brahms will practically jump at the opportunity — arguably he takes easier to new kinks than he does to any other shift in his routine, making sex a very useful bargaining chip in your relationship whenever your boyfriend is acting like a brat
all that to say, he’s incredibly eager — over the moon, even — to finally try out anal sex with you the moment you suggest it to him
(he’d wanted to try it out since even before the two of you were a thing, back when his knowledge of your body was limited to his spying through holes in the wall and his crudely constructed sex doll of you, and he’d been suggesting it — subtly, not so subtly, and through half-sobbed begging at one point when you were jerking him off — for as long as the two of you had been intimate, but nothing came of it until you finally gave the go ahead, which he was as thrilled about as one might expect)
when it comes to all of the prep he gets extremely huffy and impatient — of course he understands that it’s the safest thing to do and all of this is a necessary evil, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be bratty and short with you the longer you make him wait — so just ignore him as best you can whilst you figure out which lubricant works best for you and go about other sorts of preparation for the act
… then again, if you’re really desperate for some peace and quiet a blowjob is going to be the quickest way to get your pouty boyfriend to shut up and keep to himself for a little while
or you could offer to let him help you prep yourself for the act, playing on his enthusiasm and endless horniness towards you to get what you want — just make sure to keep your voice stern and your demeanour calm because if you don’t maintain that air of authority with brahms then he’s just going to keep on pushing your buttons and throwing tantrums until he gets what he wants or you punish him appropriately
if you’re straightforward enough and don’t give in to all of his begging and huffing and puffing, then you’ll find that brahms can be extremely obedient and thorough when helping to prep you
he does a good job of slathering his hands with the lubricant you bought, before beginning to tenderly massage his way into your ass — starting off with one long, thick finger, and then two, and finally three to slowly stretch you out and ensure that you’re as ready as possible for what was to come
all the while panting and staring — wide-eyed, mouth agape and drooling beneath his mask, with his cock throbbing and hard beneath his stained sweatpants — at your exposed hole as he practically trembles with anticipation (only barely able to restrain himself enough not to pounce on you and pound into that tantalisingly taboo entrance until both of you were seeing stars and his cum was leaking out of your ass)
until finally, finally, you’re comfortable with moving forwards with things and brahms damn near trips over himself in his hurry to pull his pants down and push his straining, neglected cock into your ass — so desperate that you have to talk him into being slower with you using an authoritative tone just to have a chance of not being in pain for the next however many minutes
which, thankfully, works and after some pouting and pleading your boyfriend gives into your demands and manages to resist his urge to fuck you stupid without restraint — just barely, but still he managed and you were all the more thankful for it as even the slow, gradual, push and stretch of your ass, despite all of the prepping and massaging and fingering, was uncomfortable to make you wince and squirm beneath him
you can see — feel, even — his whole body trembling on top of you as he struggled to stay still, desperate as ever to be your ‘good boy’ and get his reward and yet so very close to crumbling and losing his composure entirely now that he was buried inside of you (if you weren’t keenly aware of how messy and rough brahms could truly be, you might have just begged him to let go and do whatever he wished, but by now you knew better and remained silent as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you as he finally bottomed out)
as you take a few moments to get used to the stretch you take it all in: the contrast of the coolness of his mask against your cheek and the heat of his breath as he pants and grunts and whimpers against your ear; the roughness of his large palm as he used one of his hands to grasp at your hip, halfheartedly manoeuvring you into a position that gave him the best angle possible as he remained still inside of you; the throbbing of his erect dick inside of your ass as the initial dull ache of the stretch faded into something toeing the line between a strange nothingness and a faint, lingering pleasure
that was when you gave him the go ahead; first simply nodding, and then, upon feeling his hesitation, verbally and clearly in a tone between amusement and authority — giving him no room to doubt you whilst also allowing the (truly at that point unnecessary) space for him to back out
but, of course, brahms didn’t back out… quite the opposite in fact
fucking into you with a ferocity and desperation that felt almost animalistic — enough to send you flying across the bed had it not been for his body caging you in as he groaned, and grunted, and pleaded, and praised you in that deep voice of his that never failed to send a pleasant shiver up your spine
so very rough with you that by the end you were left even more of a mess than he was: hair all out of place, ass filled with cum, skin covered in sweat, neck and chest and shoulders bitten raw, whole body aching, voice hoarse, and cheeks wet with tears of overstimulation — whilst brahms was already begging for ‘just one more round’
wasn’t he a good boy for you? didn’t he make you feel good? don’t good boys deserve rewards? you said they do… and he was really good…
so won’t you just let him go again?
you don’t even need to stay awake for him, he can be gentle… he promises he’ll try his best to be, anyway
… good luck ever getting him to shut up about fucking your ass after this, because that’s just become his most favourite thing in the world and we all know that brahms can be remarkably stubborn when it comes to getting what he wants
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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Big news for the dreamgirls!! Aftermath of 'Twenty Foreplay'
🤎 soft!wife!dreamgirl!sevika x wife!dreamgirl!reader
🤎 CW/TW: abuse, violence, death, murder, child sexual abuse, adult language, pregnancy, lesbians, pet names, fluff, angst, abortion attempt, sevika has a tragic backstory, eating disorder, drug use, mentions of alcoholism, sorry if I forgot any, not proofread/edited so excuse any mistakes
🤎 A/N: It's late, I know, life happens. I actually cut it short bc it was starting to get a lot heavier than I wanted and the flow was starting to get a bit sloppy. So have this.
🤎 Notes: Um, I cried while writing most of the flashback parts. I love the dreamgirls.
🤎 Word count: 12.4k
Aromatic wisps of rosemary and sage wafted through the bathroom, the scents intermingling with that of the light and warm, semi-bubbly milk bath your wife had drawn for you when she’d gotten home for the day. You let out a soft sigh, your head barely hanging over the edge as you sunk further into the calming water, trying to let as much stress seep out of you as possible.
Familiar and comforting hands found your shoulders, a kiss being planted on your temple as she spoke, voice barely a rumble over the neo-soul that was playing from the speaker on the sink counter, “How are you feeling, dream girl?”
“Better now that you’re in here,” you hummed as you looked up to her, pressing a kiss to her chin as she massaged your shoulders.
Her laugh was quiet as she ducked lower to press an upside-down kiss to your lips before kissing up the bridge of your nose. The playful little pecks turned reverent as her lips landed back at your forehead, peppering across the area as her hands moved.
Fingers splayed out over your neck and partially your collar as she pressed her thumbs behind your ears, rubbing in circles. You all but melted in her hands, letting your eyes slip closed once more as you enjoyed her touch and kiss.
“Have you started yet? I dropped last night.”
You shook your head, letting out a little sigh, “Not yet, though I wish it would hurry up. These body aches are killing me and if I keep gagging, I’m gonna throw up and that’s gonna make me cry.”
She cooed, thumbs now tracing down, applying a slight pressure as she dragged them along the line of your jaw, “My poor little mama...”
“Why poor me? You’re the one that’s actually on. I should’ve been the one drawing a bath for you when you got home.”
“Sure, but if you never drop then, you know what that means,” she hinted.
You rolled your eyes playfully, humming, “True... we’ll see. I’ll let you know what happens. We both know my cycle is still very off and weird.”
“Right, right. Now about this gag-”
“No.”
“You didn’t even let me finish,” she pouted.
“I don’t have to. You were about to ask if it’s too bad for me to suck a lil’ dick. You’re so sick and twisted and completely un-slick, little nasty,” you shook your head, pushing her face playfully.
“Well, you’ve got me there. It was worth a try in my book,” she shrugged.
“Uh-huh. You disgust me.”
“Do I? Do I really,” she asked playfully, as you looked up, leaning your head back just a little further.
You beckoned her closer as you leaned your head back a little further, “Kiss, kiss.”
She happily obliges, leaning down to meet your lips as you stretch up just the tiniest bit. The kiss isn’t long, but it was enough to sate you until you could kiss her properly later. She mumbles against your lips as she pulls away, “I’m so in love with you and everything about you...”
Your breath caught as you looked up at her, finding that same indescribable flame that always burned within her silvery eyes. Somehow the color still hadn’t dulled against the harsh reality of life as a Zaunite. Even more, that loving look in them only seemed to be larger every time you caught her eye.
You were swooning.
It wasn’t until her lips pressed to your forehead that you were pulled out of your reverie, blinking up at her as you turned around in the tub to look up at her properly as you leaned onto your arms, folding them over the edge of the bathtub, “I love you more.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, beckoning her closer with the crook of a finger, “Uh-huh. C'mere. I’ll show you how much I love you.”
She all but fell back into your lips, sighing into your kiss as it consumed her, your nails raking over her scalp as your fingers slid into her hair, thumbs tracing her jaw just in front of her ears.
In a very uncharacteristic move, she pulled from the embrace before you could even deepen it, huffing, “You can’t kiss me like that, dreamy...”
“Why not?”
She shook her head to clear it, wiping her face, “Because then I’m gonna wanna get into the tub with you, then I’m gonna fuck you and I’m supposed to be focused on doing other things right now.”
“Such as?”
She just chuckled in response before planting a much more chaste kiss to your lips, following it with another to the tip of your nose, the final one touching your forehead as she stood, “What fun would it be if I just told you, mama? I’ll be back in a sec with some sparkling white grape. Just in case I did knock you up, which... not to toot my own dick, but I’m pretty certain I did.”
Your laugh was more of a splutter as you choked on your spit and air at the same time, “For Janna’s sake, Sevi, it’s ‘toot my own horn’. I can’t stand your nasty ass sometimes.”
“Then it’s a wonderful thing you’re in the tub right now, isn’t it?”
“Girl- just hurry up, I want cuddles when I get out of here.”
She blew you a final kiss from the doorway before disappearing into the rest of the house to do whatever it was she was hiding from you. As promised, she’d come back with the sparkling juice, to which you accepted gratefully with a little kiss before sinking back into your bath, lazily holding the champagne flute over the side of the tub as you sipped on the drink idly.
Sevika doesn’t like men.
All the men out there who’ve ever wanted to fuck her can thank her father for the aversion.
You see, when your childhood consists of being pimped out to strange men to pay your alcoholic father’s gambling debts, constantly getting into street fights, and then getting your ass handed to you once you get home- you don’t have much time to really discover yourself.
Maybe in a different universe- one where Sevika wasn’t born in Zaun... where her father wasn’t abusive... where she wasn’t sex trafficked by the very man that was meant to protect her... she might’ve been attracted to men.
But this wasn’t that universe.
Her fear of relationships with men quickly grew into an outright disgust of them.
And then it got worse.
For Sevika, it started with the vomiting.
For probably all the ladies living up Topside, the first sign would’ve been a missed period. Thanks to life in the Lanes, however, Sevika was pretty used to her period not coming at all sometimes. It never came with a baby before though.
She’d been dancing the line of unknown pregnancy scares since she was 11. Now she was 21, still under the thumb of her father, and even worse- pregnant.
It wasn’t long before you were wrapped in a fluffy robe, feet slid into your house slippers as Sev guided you into the kitchen with her hands over your eyes under the guise of ‘driving you’ to her secret little surprise.
You stumbled a bit and she took a little pause, “You okay?”
“I smell food.”
Her chuckle was hearty and you could almost hear the head shake that accompanied her words, “I’m sure you do. Almost there, dream girl.”
Her hands were removed from your eyes without warning and allowed your eyes to adjust as she leaned her face over your shoulder, hands coming down to their usual home base of your waist as you took in the ambient, candlelit dinner she’d put together for you guys, “Sev...”
She shook her head before you could continue, “Yes, I’m on my period and that’s your favorite time to spoil me, but I wanted to treat my wife.”
You poked your lip out as you turned your head to look at her, “Sev...”
She giggled, peppering the side of your face with kisses, “Don’t cry, mama... it’s just dinner. I can’t even cook like you.”
You sniffled, fanning your eyes, “Shut it, my emotions are just everywhere right now. It’s not about your cooking skills, even though we both know I’ve taught you well... It’s about the gesture, and you know it.”
She nodded, lips now at your shoulder, “I know... hope you love it.”
“Of course, I love it... I love you...” you mumbled, holding a hand against her cheek.
“Alright, alright, sit and eat,” she prompted, pulling your chair out with her foot. Before you could protest as she sat you down, she pressed several kisses to your face, “And I love you too. Never forget it.”
You had a stupid smile on your face throughout the entirety of dinner.
Emetophobia.
The fear of vomiting or seeing others being sick.
Sevika had experienced her father’s violent reactions to her throwing up before.
The first time was when she was 6.
It was a particularly bad winter in Zaun. The smog was thicker, the cold seemed to seep into the very core of the Lanes.
She’d been battling the sniffles and a nasty fever for days, all the while still being forced to ‘put herself to use’ by her father.
Then it got worse.
Then she began to throw up.
At first, she hid it well. She’d swallow it down when she couldn’t get out of his sight. When she could, she’d always go out to an alley, ducking and weaving through bodies of what the little girl only hoped was just drunkards and junkies who’d passed out on a bender rather than what a six-year-old Sevika knew in her heart were either already dead or close to it.
Up until this point, the extent of physical abuse coming directly from her father was a slap across the face or being picked up by the front of her shirt and shaken around.
Then she brought him breakfast and didn’t make it out of his room fast enough to go puke out back.
That was the catalyst for the abuses that would be-fall her for the next few decades of her life.
Throw up tastes disgusting.
It tastes even worse going back down after being licked up off your father’s grimy boots.
Even worse, the feeling of wanting to re-release those fluids again when you were forced to lick those same boots clean until they were no longer grimy.
Sevika trained herself to hold her throw up in after that.
Your music from the bathroom was moved to one of the counters in the kitchen, incense burning in the holder as you and Sevika cuddled up into each other, you perched up on her lap with the two of you picking from the same plate in between soft kisses and intimate looks.
It was just you and your wife, enjoying the presence and company of one another in the midst of the meal she’d prepared.
You leaned back against her chest, letting out a happy sigh, “You know... I’m so proud of you for this.”
“Yeah,” she asked softly. The softness of her voice, the genuine question in that one word was so cute. You turned in her lap, sitting sideways atop her, cupping her cheek in a hand as you smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose.
You kept your voice at the same level of hers as you responded, “Of course, I’m proud, baby. You pan fried the rice properly and everything. I’m so very proud to see you picking up cooking a little more.”
Your heart broke a little at the tears that glossed over her silver orbs as she looked up at you, “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes, baby, I mean it. What’s wrong,” you cooed, bringing your other hand to her cheek to stroke both of them with your thumbs, “Talk to me, baby.”
She shrugged, looking away, “I dunno... I just... I feel like I’ve been struggling to eat lately. Like I’ve been having to force myself to eat so I just... I wasn’t sure if I was in the right headspace to be cooking tonight, but I wanted to treat you, you know?”
“Sev...” you began.
“Don’t... it’s okay, doll. I’ll-”
“Sevika,” you stopped her, keeping her face turned to yours as you moved again, this time to straddle her, “Will you look at me? Please?”
She shook her head in your gentle grip, tears beginning to well, threatening to spill over as she fought hard to blink them back, “I can’t...”
“And why not?”
“I don’t want to see you disappointed in me...” she whispered, voice barely the ghost of a whisper. It was the smallest you’d heard her voice in a while. The last time was... you softened, further, bringing your voice to a warmer tone.
“I’m not disappointed in you, baby. And I never could be, especially not for something like that. I’m actually proud of you. Very proud that instead of shutting down, you’re talking about it. I know how hard that is for you, especially when it comes to your eating. So with that being said, will you please look at me?”
Watery eyes met yours as she nibbled the inside of her cheek, whispering, “Promise?”
“Of course, baby. I promise, I’m not disappointed.”
She took a shuddery, breath, closing her eyes as she leaned her forehead against your chest, “I love you...”
You pressed a kiss into her hair, rubbing her back, “I love you too, baby. You wanna try and eat a little something more for me? Or do you just wanna talk? What did you eat today?”
“Um.... I had a few bites of the lunch you made me, but then I.... let Ran eat the rest... I’m sorry...”
“Baby, you don’t have to keep apologizing. Can you at least drink some water and eat a little something? Just a couple of bites?” She whined and you let out a little sigh, running your fingers through her hair, “Have you smoked yet?”
“Mhm.”
“Didn’t help?”
“No.”
“Okay... You’ll try again later?”
“Sure.”
“If you can’t that’s fine, but you gotta promise me you’ll try and eat well tomorrow, okay?”
“I promise...”
A plaintive silence fell over the two of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just... somber. You didn’t comment when she began to pick a few bites off the plate again, simply smiling that she was getting some form of food in her, even if it wasn’t a lot.
At some point, Sevika had stopped eating, hands gripping at your waist, hips and thighs as she pressed kisses along the line of your neck and shoulder. Her hands strayed to your stomach as she mumbled, “Hey, mama?”
“Yes, my love?”
She chuckled as you stuffed your face with food, wiping some from your cheek, “What if I really did knock you up in one try?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I mean, how many times did you nut in me? And we were both ovulating around that time too. It was like perfectly timed for us to actually end up with a baby.”
She didn’t say anything else for a few moments, and you went right back to eating before she rested her chin on your shoulder, tracing your side with her mechanic hand, “You make me want a family...”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, “Yeah... even with life down here... the work that I do... you make me wanna have something to leave behind... a little family that’s like... a legacy of our love. Like, yes, I wanna be a mother and give our kids the things that I never had, but I also want people to see our kids and know that those are our kids. Like... they know that our kids have two loving moms that are actively in love.”
You let out a little giggle, turning to the side in her lap to wrap your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you held her other one, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone, “You’re so cute... I love you, and I would love to have your babies, and I know what you’re trying to say, I promise.”
She relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief as she leaned into your hand on her face, “Thank Janna, I thought I was just rambling stupidly.”
You shook your head, pressing more kisses to her face and lips, “No, I understood you perfectly.”
“Have I told you how much I love you today?”
You giggled, nodding, “Yeah, a little bit. You always remind me that I’m loved... it’s why I married you.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Baby, you told me you loved me within our first four dates. It was so cute because you were still learning to navigate love and healthy relationships... we both were, and still are, but here I had the big, scary lady of Zaun and she was looking at me like a puppy and telling me that she thought she was falling in love with me. I think that was the moment when I truly felt like I had found my person in you. And well... the rest is really history. By the time you asked me to marry you, I couldn’t say anything but yes.”
She had idly reached for her wedding band that she always wore on a chain around her neck, fiddling with it as she looked up at you in her lap, “You never once like... entertained saying no? Or maybe waiting a little longer?”
“Never. I knew when I met you that I had to snatch you up and it was just my luck that you seemed to have the same thought process when it came to me. I love you. And that’s not changing. So yes, I mean it when I say I wanna have your children, or that I love you more than anything, or that I’d do anything you asked of me because you’re... you’re everything to me, Sev... and I know that when it comes to us talking about kids it’s hard for you... but you’ve given me so much and I wanna give you the same thing in return. If given the chance, I wouldn’t change a thing about our relationship... well...”
Her eyes snapped up to you from her ring as worry laced through her features, “Well?”
You snickered, placing a gentle kiss to the bridge of her nose, “If I could go back, I would make sure I’d asked you to marry me before you could ask me.”
“You’re so,” she rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile as you shut her up with another little kiss. She pulled you further into her lap with a happy little sigh, “I love you, dream girl.”
You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder as you wrapped an arm around her, your other hand coming up to her chest, fingernail tracing along her collarbone, “I love you too.”
“Done eating?”
You nodded, patting your stomach, “May or may not be a baby-baby in here, but there’s definitely a food baby in here.”
The way she perked up almost like a little kid was too cute as she asked, “I did good?”
The sated and full sigh you let out was all the answer she really needed, but you furthered it as you spoke, “Fuck yes...”
She rubbed your back with one hand, her other one grabbing hold of your hand to kiss each of your fingertips, “You’re so cute. It wasn’t even all that, mama.”
“Uh-huh, it was gourmet. My compliments to the chef.”
She raised a brow, voice full of ulterior motives and that all-too-familiar lilt as she muttered, “If you weren’t clearly about to fall asleep, I would ask for some better compliments, you know.”
You quirked a brow sleepily, looking up at her through low and hooded eyes, “Huh?”
“Alright, c’mon. To bed with you,” she prodded, adjusting her hold on you to pick you up with your legs wrapped around her waist.
You instinctively looped your arms around her neck, pressing a few kisses to it as you hummed, “I love you.”
“So I’ve noticed. I love you too.”
“I love you.”
She chuckled, “I love you too, baby.”
“I love you.”
She used her foot to push open the door to your shared bedroom, nodding as she used her foot to close the door once more, “Uh-huh, I love you too, dreamy. What’s up?”
You shrugged as she sat down on the edge of the bed with you in her lap again, “Just feel like I haven’t said it enough today, you were at work all day, baby. Gotta reach our quota.”
“We have a quota?”
“Mhm,” you nodded against her shoulder, eyes closed as you planted lazy kisses against whatever skin was closest to you.
Her breath hitched in her throat and she assumed a firmer grip on your hip as she hummed, “And what exactly would that number be?”
“We say ‘I love you’ at least 76 times a day. And we kiss at least 280 times.”
She chuckled, hand stroking along your hip and thigh as she nodded, “And where did you get these numbers from? Your ass?”
“I’ve always counted.”
That shut her up before she asked her next question a few moments later, “Are these exact numbers?”
“An average. I did say ‘at least’.”
“Huh.... you’re gay.”
“Okay, but you married me so what does that say about you?”
“That I did.” She turned to press a kiss to your forehead, just below your hairline before resting her head against yours, “I love you, dream girl.”
You melted in her arms, nuzzling into the crook of her neck as you tightened your hold around her waist, “I love you...”
“I love you,” she called again with a soft lilt in her tone as her thumb traced circles at the side of your hip.
A heavy blush was creeping up from your chest, your skin growing warm as you let out a shaky breath, “I love you...”
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh...”
“Words, mama.” You huffed and she shook her head, “No, ma’am. Talk to me. You goin’ to sleep on me?”
“No.”
“No?”
You shook your head against her, “Mh-mh.”
She just chuckled, rubbing your back with one hand as she cradled the back of your head with the other, pressing kisses into your hair, “Whatever you say, mama.”
Sevika’s pregnancy scares were probably a lot more than she realized, but with little actual knowledge of her body, and the compounding factor of probably the world’s most irregular cycle, she spent the majority of her tween, teen, and young adult years none the wiser to any of the times where her body was seemingly contemplating the creation of a child.
Until it started.
At first, it was just a random nausea spell here and there.
Then the nausea grew constant, the smallest smells setting her off with this horrible gagging.
And then she threw up.
All she could think of was what she was supposed to do when her father found out. No, no... he couldn’t find out.
Flashbacks of that day when she was 6 have been haunting her since the first day of nausea. The intensity all but doubled when she woke up running for the toilet.
Terrified didn’t even begin to cover the amalgamation of emotions Sevika was feeling when she realized what was going on with her.
She thrust herself into ‘working’. Unsure of how far along she was and unable to actually find out, she decided to swallow down her daily morning sickness whenever it cropped up if she could, and when she couldn’t, she was straight to the nearest toilet.
That didn’t stop her father from finding out.
Sevika was sat on the bathroom floor, groaning under her breath after being unable to force herself to swallow her vomit back down. She was too weak and out of it to scramble and get herself together.
If it wasn’t bad enough that she’d thrown up- didn't even get the chance to flush the toilet yet- her lack of reaction to his presence only further incensed the already drunk and irate man that called himself her father.
It was a shitshow.
Sevika was hemmed up by the collar of her shirt, his fist shaking as he barked in her face, questioning if this was why she’d been ‘underperforming’ lately. Too stunned to speak and reeling from the sudden yanking up from the floor, she sputtered, dizzy with a pounding headache as she tried to form a response.
The more she floundered to actually engage with him, the more angry and downright belligerent he became.
As always, he didn’t see his daughter, shaking under his grip of her collar.
No, he saw the extra mouth he’d been having to feed.
He saw the reason his wife was dead.
He saw red.
By the time Sevika found her words to even begin attempting to answer his barrage of questions and demands, his fist was already connecting with her face, his grip on her shirt the only thing saving her from ending up sprawled on the bathroom floor.
It was going to be a beating for the books.
You didn’t even realize it when she’d laid you down in the bed on the pillows, tucking you in, until she was sliding into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind with a kiss to the back of your shoulder, “Hm?”
She shook her head, reaching a hand into your robe to hold one of your breasts as another kiss was planted to the side of your neck, “Go to sleep, mama. I just had to go get out of my work clothes.”
You let out a little groan, turning in her arms to nestle into her, your face tucked under her chin as you mumbled, “Hmmm... g’night.... love you...”
With a little chuckle she pressed kisses into your hair, rubbing your lower back as she whispered against you, “Good night, my love. Sleep well.”
You didn’t sleep very well at all.
Along with the aches and random pains in weird places in your body- a tugging in your lower abdomen that also had a random stabbing along with it, back pain, an almost constant headache, and just a general discomfort and ache in your body- you also had this constant metal taste that was like having a mouthful of rusty change in your mouth at all times.
You were constantly waking up throughout the night from the discomfort, the violent urge to brush your teeth to purge your mouth of the vile metallic tang plaguing you. This, compounded with your incessant gagging, had you growing nauseous with the mere thought of your toothbrush starting to make you want to dry-heave.
You were presently standing over the sink, tears in your eyes as you tried to prepare yourself to gargle some mouthwash after having thrown up for about the fifth time since you woke up in the middle of the night.
Sevika, ever the stony sleeper, had no idea until she rolled over, finding your cold spot in the bed next to her. She groaned, calling out in a sleep-filled voice, “Baby, what’re you doin’? Come back so we can cuddle...”
You huffed, gripping onto the counter of the bathroom sink, fighting the urge to dry-heave again, “I’ll be back in a second....”
You could hear her trudging footsteps coming closer to the bathroom until she was coming up behind you, rubbing your back and pulling hair out of your face, concern and sleep both written on her features, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I just.... I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” you shook your head, pushing her hand away before grabbing the capful of mouthwash.
“You can’t lie to me, dream girl. You’re crying, you’re pale... you look like shit and you’re supposed to be asleep right now. Talk to me.”
“I’m in pain, gagging now has nausea with it, I just threw up, so now I gotta wash that out of my mouth, but that’s still not going to get rid of this fucking taste in my mouth and I just-”
“Hey,” she moved to stand right in front of you, hands on your arms as she rubbed them to try and calm you back down, “Avalanche, you’re spiraling, dreamy. Take a deep breath with me and we’ll go sit down and talk, okay?”
You nodded as you looked up at her, taking a shaky but somewhat deep breath along with her as she nodded along, continuing to rub your arms with her thumbs tracing circles.
You let out a hiccup when you went to exhale and the second the tears started to brew again, she shook her head, “No, no, eyes on me... You’re safe... you’re okay, I promise. I’m here. You are okay, you’re doing so well, my love. Let’s try again, okay? Deep breaths.”
It took a few more tries before you finally relaxed in her hold, wrapping your arms around her. She brought one hand up to play in your hair, the pads of her fingers rubbing your scalp as her claws on her mech hand trailed lightly up and down your back.
She ended up taking you to the kitchen, sitting you down as she made you a glass of water with two and a half ice cubes- just the way you liked it after an episode like that, holding your free hand and kissing your knuckles and fingertips as you drank with your other hand.
When you sat the glass down, she stepped between your legs, still stroking her thumb over the back of your knuckles, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll talk. If you don’t wanna talk, we can go back to sleep. If you want a distraction, we can watch something, or I could read you something. Just let me know, okay?”
You nodded, reaching up with your other arm for her to come closer. She pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaning into the embrace, wrapping you up in her arms. The two of you remained that way for a few quiet moments until you looked up at her with a sniffle, your chin on her chest, “Sev?”
“Yes, dreamy?”
“Can you read to me in bed?”
“Absolutely, baby. Do you wanna stay with me while I grab a book or go get comfy?” You held onto her tighter and she nodded, stroking your hair, “Alright, I got you.” She moved so that she could give you a piggyback while she grabbed a book. She ran her finger over the titles, moving on to the next one when you let out a little ‘mh-mh’ sound at each one until giving a nod when she got to a book you wanted to hear.
Once you were both back in bed, Sevika sat up against the headboard with you lying on your stomach between her legs curled up into her chest, she started reading the book, her voice still rather raspy from sleep. She held the book in one hand, her other one up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of her fingers and only moving to flip the page.
Eventually, you closed your eyes, enjoying the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your head and the feel of her fingers on your face. Unconsciously, you took hold of her hand, fiddling with her fingers. She paused in her reading to check in, “You okay?”
“My mouth feels empty,” you lamented softly, the traces of whining laced in your voice.
She kissed your temple, “You’ve got my fingers, mama. Do you want me to keep reading?”
Sevika was no stranger to your occasional bouts like this. You hadn’t had a panic attack like that in a while, but usually when you did, you came out of them feeling very subby, not saying much, and your oral fixation would kick up, usually leading you to say things like ‘my mouth feels empty’.
You nodded in response to her question as you closed your eyes again, softly sucking and gnawing on her index finger. She smiled as your breathing evened out, setting the book aside as she pulled the covers over you both, allowing you to keep her finger before she picked the book back up.
A little groan left you as you took one more finger into your mouth, shifting atop her with your right arm wrapped around her. She shushed you softly, pressing a kiss to your hair, “I’m right here, dream girl... I’ll never let you go... promise...”
First, he punched.
Blow after blow into her face.
To this day, Sevika still has the slightest taste of blood that crops up in her mouth for no apparent reason from time to time.
It was clear that he was just making himself angrier with each hit, the strikes growing more violent and frenzied the more he spoke, barking at her about bringing another unwanted mouth into the household, about how she was still going to have to work. How could she be so foolish as to allow something like this? Half of his yelling barely made any sense but one thing was clear- he was saying that she’d gotten pregnant on purpose, trying to get out of pulling her weight around here.
His grip started to shake on her collar until he’d thrown her to the floor, too lazy to bend over and keep using his hands, so here came the infamous worker’s boots, smashing into her stomach and chest with seemingly reckless abandon- yet somehow still managing a concentration of kicks to her stomach. Sevika curled in on herself slightly, instinctively going to guard her stomach which left her chest open.
There was a sick crunch with each kick there, blood bubbling up out of her mouth as her body was wracked with coughs, the blood spattering across the floor with each one. Her father stopped for a few moments, leaning against the wall to catch his breath as he wheezed.
"You... are fuckin'.... pathetic..." he huffed, turning back around to prod her face with his foot.
He spat down at her as she lay there, voice gruff as he all but growled, “Get the fuck up.”
Sevika was already weak when he came in, having been throwing up essentially all morning before he'd come in to find her when he got home. It hurt to even breathe, ribs threatening to puncture her lungs with every shallow breath she managed, let alone for her to actually get up off the floor.
She didn’t move.
He gave her a shove with his foot, pushing her onto her back as his voice got louder, “Did you not hear me, bitch? Get the fuck up!”
Tears brewed at the back of her eyes. She always says the back because she learned early on not to cry. He hated that almost more than he hated her.
With a great amount of effort, she rolled onto her side, then her stomach before bracing her hands against the floor to push herself up, low grunts and huffs escaping her the whole way.
She barely got a few inches off the floor before he used his foot once again to kick her, knocking her back down, “Get up.”
It was getting harder to hold those tears.
She wasn’t foolish enough to hope that actually ending up pregnant would change things. She never hoped for anything. But some subconscious part of her did. While she had no plans on keeping the child, not that her father would let her anyway, something deep within her secretly wanted to.
Her arms were wobbly, weak as she started to push up again. Each time she started to get up as he was demanding, he’d kick up under her, right into her stomach.
She knew what he was doing.
She didn’t want to lose the baby.
Not like this.
But she couldn’t do anything.
For years after his death, she berated herself for not killing him sooner.
After all if she had...
To say you had a disgusting cocktail of things seemingly going wrong with you would’ve been an understatement.
You were locked in an almost unending cycle of sorts. First, you’d feel so nauseous it was almost like you were seasick. Then you’d throw up, which meant you had to brush your teeth after, lest the unceasing metallic taste be joined by vomit, which meant more gagging and possible throwing up. Then to make you feel even worse, now your gums were bleeding.
And there was the pains.
Sevika could barely keep up, but she was doing her best. She went into work less often, explaining the situation to Silco. When she did go in, he kept her for shorter hours, having her back home to you before afternoon.
You guys were still awaiting your now questionably late period when you called from the bathroom one morning, “Baby?”
“Yes, mama?”
“Can you bring me a liner from the closet?”
“You dropped?”
“I think?”
She entered the room with a liner in one hand and fresh panties in the other, “You think?”
“It’s never been this light before. It’s not spotting, but it’s not my usual first day either,” you explained, letting her see the red and brown that now stained the panties you were wearing initially before you tossed them across the bathroom and into the hamper, taking the fresh ones and the liner from her with a soft ‘thank you’ as you changed.
She leaned against the sink, clearly studying you, trying to rack her brain for any sort of explanation.
“This just started?”
“Yeah?”
“Hm.”
“What are you thinking about over there? I’m not dying, am I?”
She looked at you like she could kill you before whatever this was did, “Don’t talk like that. I’m just trying to make sense of this. Perhaps we should visit your mom...”
The last line was muttered more to herself, but you responded all the same. Your mother was a doctor. More than that, she was a pretty damn good one, and she specialized in childbirth and care. She’d helped numerous women through what could’ve otherwise been fatal pregnancies, not to mention you come from a very... fertile line of women.
“Would that make you feel better if I did?”
She nodded immediately, “Yes, please. If anyone will know what’s going on with you, it’s definitely her.”
“You know that’s a six-day trip, right?”
“Don’t care. I’ll work something out with Silco if need be, but I need to know what’s going on with my girl. Start packing when you get out of here, I’ll be back in 45, okay?”
You huffed, grumbling to yourself, “Watch it just be somethin’ stupid."
“Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you, dream girl. Don’t make me fuck a reminder into you when I get back.”
“You’re leavin’ without my kisses? Do y’even love me anymore,” you wailed dramatically.
You could almost sense her playful eye-roll as you heard her steps clunking back toward your shared bedroom. She bent down to meet you as you placed the liner into your new panties, pressing two kisses to your lips, “Happy now?”
“No,” you pouted, your bottom lip poked out as you looked up at her sadly.
She stooped down to your level, face softening, “What’s wrong, my love?”
“You only gave me two kisses....” you whined, dead serious.
Her face fell and she pushed your knee, “Don’t scare me like that, I thought something was really wrong, dreamy. Mmmmwah, better?”
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as she planted a very audible kiss on your lips, nodding, “Yes, thank you. And insufficient kisses it very much serious business.”
“Yeah, when it’s you depriving me, not the other way around. Hurry and get ready, okay? The sooner we figure out what’s going on with you, the better.”
“I know, I know. I’ll be fine. Go talk your way into going with me,” you waved her on, getting up from the toilet as you flushed with one hand, turning the sink on with the other to wash your hands.
She got maybe three steps away from the door before she was back in the bathroom, tugging your face to hers for a searing- almost teasing- kiss as she muttered before pulling away, “I love you, lock the doors and windows, I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Despite already missing her presence with her standing right in front of you, you managed a smile, pecking her lips once more, “Hurry, Sevi. The longer it takes you to leave, the longer I have to be here by myself.”
“Say it back first,” she mumbled against your lips, the two of you still trading kisses back and forth.
You pressed a lengthier kiss to her lips, looking up at her with a whisper, “I love you...”
She tilted her head to rest her forehead against yours, closing her eyes, “I’ll be back, okay?”
“Sev-”
“I’m fine. I’ll be back.”
She quickly suppressed the brewing tears, heading to go ask Silco for some time off to make the trip.
Sevika spent that night on the bathroom floor, bloodied and bruised, still coughing up blood periodically as she cradled her stomach, praying to whoever was out there that she didn’t die on that floor.
She didn’t die.
Even more, neither did her baby.
Sevika wasn’t excited.
She wasn’t happy to be bringing this life into the world.
Sevika was petrified about the mere idea of it all.
If she kept the baby, there was the chance her father would kill the baby, or worse, the baby would end up being abused just as she was. She couldn’t have that happen.
But did she truly want to give it away?
If the baby was lucky, it would end up being sent topside to Piltover. It’d be safe there as much as she hated to think about her child ending up being a topsider.
But more likely than not, the kid would end up just in the system. Sent off from home to home around the Lanes. Or even worse, the kid could end up being one of the many orphans on the street.
Sevika didn’t know what she wanted. Or what she would do.
To make matters worse, her father acted as if she weren’t even pregnant in the first place.
She was still working, now having to do even more ‘work’ to make up for the “lackluster performance” from the week she first found out she was pregnant. She was also working at home again, something she hadn’t done much since she’d become an adult.
It took months for her to begin showing, and by the time she had, it was almost as if her father intended for her to keep the baby. The physical abuse was now reduced to the occasional slap or hair snatch here and there, and though the verbal and emotional abuse intensified in its place, he’d begun seemingly making room for the new addition.
He was by no means happy about the prospect of his daughter having a child. But the way he saw it, that was another worker to bring money in to fund his drinking, gambling, and other vices.
The way Sevika saw it? She'd rather die than let her child go through the same things she did. Whether this was something she wanted or not, she knew that if she had to have this child, she’d protect it with her life.
It’s nowhere near the first time you’ve had to make this trip to see your mom. 6 days there, 6 days back.
The majority of your journey is spent with your symptoms playing a twisted game of roulette, alternating between which ones will be your biggest issue that day.
You’re a constant mess of tears, throwing up, gagging, whining, and for the life of you, you cannot stop peeing, only to end up releasing barely a trickle if even a few drops.
You’re tired.
Sevika is also tired.
Your wife wasn’t much of a caregiver when the two of you met. She wasn’t the worst, but it was clear that she was still very much learning. By now she's got it pretty much mastered.
She’s been holding you through everything, offering up massages, cuddles, and her fingers whenever you’re starting to get too overwhelmed by all the different compounding symptoms of what’s looking more and more like a pregnancy.
That’s when the nosebleeds started.
You’ve never had a nosebleed before. Aside from getting your nose broken that one time, you’d only ever dealt with Sevika’s nosebleeds that she gets during the winter from her nostrils drying out. But you? Never had it happen.
However, you knew what it meant.
It ran in the family. Bloody noses and sensitive- sometimes bleeding- gums were some of the earliest pregnancy symptoms within your family. If you didn’t know based on your other symptoms, all other weird yet slightly common symptoms of pregnancy, you definitely knew now.
You were both in your hotel room, the last stop before the final half-day stretch that would get you to your mother’s house, your back to her front as she trailed her fingers over your stomach, muttering affirmations and praises under her breath at how good you’d been holding up when you felt what you thought was your nose running.
You reached up to swipe at your nose with a sniff, pulling your sleeve away to find red now smeared across it, “Oh no...”
She sat up with you, eyes going wide, “Baby?”
You held your nose, pinching the bottom of your nostrils as you cupped your other hand under your chin, holding your head forward while running to the bathroom.
It’s not an overwhelming amount of blood. You’ve seen Sevika come home with much worse from particularly bloody brawls at The Last Drop for sure. But to your wife? You may as well be dying.
Sev is right on your heels, a face towel in her hands already being run under some warm tap water as she pulls you in front of her, taking hold of your chin with her mech hand and assessing the situation as she cleans your face with the towel in her other one.
“This isn’t normal.... d’you think we can leave tonight? Get a jump on some answers? I’m worried about you.”
“Baby, it’s just a nosebleed. I won’t bleed out by morning. It’s not even bleeding anymore.”
She shakes her head, turning your face side-to-side face for signs of any bruising or other things that may be outwardly wrong with you. When she finds none, she starts to gently prod at your nose with a finger, pushing against the bridge and around, “You don’t get it, dreamy. You don’t get nosebleeds. I get those like an orphan gets the cold and flu. Not you... I don’t know a single person in the Lanes who’s just never had a nosebleed like you... I’m scared.”
While you were now very certain about being pregnant, you wanted to wait to tell her, so you simply took hold of her arms- standard panic protocol between the two of you- as you spoke gently, “Baby, there’s a lot of things going on with me that just aren’t normal for me, but that’s why we’re on this trip. We’ll get answers in the morning, okay? Breathe for me, deep breaths.”
Sevika’s barrage of questions and worries fizzle out on her tongue as she locks in with you, mumbling a small, “Avalanche,” as she takes a deep breath in time with your own.
“There we go, my love. What can I do for you to make you feel a bit better right now? If you wanna get back on the road, we can. Or we can go cuddle and I’ll braid your hair. Or we can watch our show. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know, okay?”
She closed her eyes as she took a final breath, opening them once she blew it back out, “Can you braid my hair and we watch our show?”
“Of course, baby. Come on, relax time. If my nose bleeds again tonight, we’ll get up and head on immediately.”
The two of you ended up back in bed, Sevika’s head in your lap as you gave her a few braids to pull back into two little pigtails in place of her usual half pony, you guys’ show playing in the background of her giving you updates on the things she’s gotta do for Silco when you two return back home.
“And then he was literally all whiny talking about how he needs me to come in at some point when we get back so I can go head up the factory and take stock.”
You snickered, pulling a hair tie around her first little pigtail, “We need to get this man a calculator class or something. Oh, remind me it’s time for a trim when we get home, your undercut is practically long enough for me to braid it too.”
She rolled her eyes, rolling over in your lap to face you so you could do the other side of her hair, “Oh hush, it’s not that long.”
“Nah, I’m just being extra.”
“I love you...”
“I love you too.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, gritting her teeth, “I love you...”
You noticed the tense in her jaw, voice softening, “I love you more, baby.”
“Avalanche,” she said meekly, fist gripping your shirt.
You set your comb aside, pulling her up and into your arms as you wrapped your legs around her, allowing her to bury her face in your chest. Slowly rocking side to side, you stroked her hair with one hand, holding her tightly with your other arm as you pressed kisses to her temple and along her hairline, “I got you, Vika.... I’ll never let you go.... never leave... You’re safe... I love you... I’m always going to love you... nothing you do will change that... We’ve been married for so long now... We’re planning babies... We’re still gonna get our homestead... And you can have your animals... I’ll have my fruits and veggies... Me ‘n you, baby...”
You kept whispering little reassurances, reminding her about you guys’ life plan, the things the two of you have already accomplished together, the ones still to come, all while rocking her and playing in her hair. She was holding onto you for dear life. You’d been waiting for it to hit her again, knowing what time of year it was.
When her breathing evened out and her grip on you relaxed just the tiniest bit, you pulled back slightly, cleaning the crust from her eyes with your shirt before pulling the article off, tossing it to the floor. You finished her cute little pigtails while she slept, pausing to press a kiss to her nose every time she started to stir a little bit.
You watched a few more episodes of you guys’ show, making sure to put it back to where it was when she fell asleep before you relaxed as well, pulling the covers up over the two of you.
With a final kiss to her nose, this one earning a soft smile in her sleep, you leaned your head against hers before following her to sleep, mumbling, “Sweet dreams, my love... You’re gonna be a great mother...”
Pregnancy was... well...
Sevika wasn’t sure how to describe her pregnancy. She was in such a weird place after the initial day of her father finding out that she wasn’t sure what to make of anything.
One moment, he was “caring” for her- which really just meant not beating the shit out of her and pimping her out- and the next he was either acting like she didn’t exist or, again, human punching bag.
As far as symptoms, her vomiting didn’t last very long, took her maybe two weeks after that day for her to get a handle on forcing her morning sickness back down no matter what.
She really didn’t get the chance to think about it much. Sure, she had aches and pains. Sure, she had cravings. Sure, she was in and out of bathrooms like it was nobody’s business. But, those were all just minor- trivial things that ranged from annoying to slightly inconvenient at times.
The hard part was delivery.
Sevika delivered her daughter herself.
Alone, in a back alley, deep in the very heart of Zaun.
Giving birth hurt more than anything she’d ever felt before and anything she’d ever feel after.
Sevika didn’t know much about her body.
Besides the hateful things spewed about it from her father, the lustful words from her “clients”, and the few things she’d managed to sneak and read back when she was younger, she actually didn’t know much about how her body worked, let alone pregnancy.
But something seemed to come over her.
It was as if suddenly she knew everything she needed to have her baby safely.
Yes, she was giving birth in a dirty alleyway- the whole of Zaun was dirty, it was unavoidable- but even through the pain she was... calm.
She wasn’t worried about someone finding her and interfering. She wasn’t worried about her father.
All she cared about was making sure her baby made it out into this world.
And she did it.
With nothing but a lighter, a shoelace, a pocketknife, and some stolen whiskey, she delivered her baby.
A girl.
She always wanted to have a daughter when she was little.
She told herself that she’d have a girl so she could give her all the love and care that her father never showed her.
She named her Mieko.
Sevika didn’t know who the father was before now.
And even though Mieko was but a newborn, she knew.
This baby belonged to her father.
The next morning was a rush.
Sev wanted to get to your mom’s as soon as possible. She didn’t say anything about last night aside from asking if your nose had bled any more after she fell asleep, and you didn’t mention it either.
But the cloud still hung.
You noticed her fiddling with the two shell casings that hung from the same chain as her wedding ring. Every so often her hand would stray up to her neckline, fingers practically searching for the items that sat just beneath the fabric of her shirt. Each time you just gave her mech hand a little squeeze, kissing the back of it just the same as you would her flesh hand.
She was thankful you didn’t pry. You never did, actually. Sure, you knew what the casings held within them, and even more you knew exactly what it meant when she started to play with them, but you didn’t bother her about it. You gave her breath and space to grieve in her own way, never pushing for answers, never making her feel weak for showing her sadness. It was one of the many reasons she loved you so much.
Naturally, the somber mood slowly started to lift the closer the two of you got to your mother’s place of residence. You knew Sev was only mostly trying to distract herself, but you also knew how much she and your mother adored one another.
Presently, she was still fiddling with that chain of hers, rubbing the casings between her fingers as she spoke, “D’you think she’ll try and keep us here if it turns out we’re just having a baby?”
“As if you’d be opposed. The way you two act, people would swear I was the one who married in.”
She chuckled, sticking her tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because moms prefers me. I’m just that guy.”
You rolled your eyes, playfully mushing her in the face, “Literally die. Don’t ever say some stupid shit like that again.”
“Or what?”
“No booty.”
“What?!” She cried incredulously, immediately on her knees, “C’mon, mama, you know I was just playing. ‘M sorry...” she trailed, looking up at you with puppy eyes.
You couldn’t help the snicker that escaped you as you pulled her up by her chin, being sure to press your lips to hers when she got close enough before she was once again standing over you, “You gotta be nice to me, okay? I’m 65 percent sure mom wrote me out of her will to put you in it.”
She rolled her eyes playfully before leaning down to kiss you once more, “Oh, please, even if she did you already know I’d just give it all to you anyway.”
“True, true.”
“You ready?”
“Yeah, are you?”
“Hell yeah. If you end up not being pregnant we’ll just try again when we get home... so long as you’re not dying or something.”
“What if I was?”
“Don’t make me beat your ass, dreamy.”
You gasped dramatically, “You tryna eat my ass?!”
“I most certainly would hope not.”
The two of you immediately forgot about the little argument that was about to start as you both raced to get to your mom first from where she stood on her porch.
“Mommy,” you exclaimed as you launched yourself into her arms.
She let out a dramatized grunt as she wrapped you up in her embrace, squeezing you tightly, “I wish you’d have told me you were coming before I felt you. Would’ve made your favorites.”
“Sorry, it was kind of an emergency.”
Sevika cut in, tugging you out of the way, “Yeah, kinda like you hogging moms right now.”
Your mother snickered, squeezing Sev just the same, “You two need to be nice and stop fighting over me all the time. You both know that I love you equally.”
“But Sev’s not even-”
“What did I just say, gummy?”
You huffed, folding your arms as you grumbled under your breath, “I can’t stand either of you.”
When the two finally released each other, your mother turned her attention back to you, raising a brow, “Sevi, baby, can you do me a favor?”
“Anything, moms.”
“Go to the garden and gather the vegetables I’ll need for stir fry, please. I’ll be in the kitchen after I finish with this one,” she requested, eyes never leaving you as she seemed to be scrutinizing you. Sev left with a kiss to your cheek and another to your mom’s temple before she practically skipped away into the garden like the overgrown kid she really was.
“Do you have something you wanna tell me?”
“What do you mean, ma?”
“You’re choosing that card? Step into my office, gummy.”
You bit your lip as you followed after her into her home office, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie, “I swear to you, I don’t think I’ve got anything worse than a cold-”
“Sit down,” she instructs, not looking to play these games with you. You shut up immediately, sitting back as she takes your vitals, “Last period?”
“9 weeks ago.”
“6 weeks late, huh?”
“I know what you’re thinking and-”
“Did you know I’ve been dreaming about fish for a month now? Tiny little fish swimming around with tadpoles.”
You looked up at her as she handed you a cup, “Seriously, ma? I’m literally your only gay child.”
She raised a brow, “What does that have to do with me? Piss. I’m testing everyone, it hasn’t just been you.”
“So you tested Ky?”
“Sure did.”
You rolled your eyes the moment your back was turned, a slipper promptly smacking you in the back of the head, “Ow! I didn’t even say anything.”
“You rolled your eyes and you were grumbling in your head about me making your brother take a pregnancy test. Obviously, I tested his wife, genius.”
You smacked, rubbing the back of your head, “I didn’t even-” she raised her other slipper and you promptly shut your mouth before grabbing her slipper from earlier, handing it back to her. “I started getting the nosebleeds,” you mumbled softly.
She looked up from her clipboard, voice and eyes softer than before, “Dear, why you know-”
“That it means I’m pregnant? Yeah... I know...”
She set her things aside, wrapping her arms around you, “Oh my little girl... all grown up... about to have a little girl of her own.”
You chuckled through the tears that had begun to fall, “We don’t even know if it’s a girl yet. Not even close to finding that out.”
She waved your argument away, rubbing your back, “Did you forget who your mother is?”
You didn’t answer, holding her a little tighter. Your mom softened, voice quiet as she questioned, “What’s wrong, gummy?”
“I’m scared...”
“Of?”
“All of it.... being a mom... having a kid in the heart of Zaun... what if... what if Sevika falls out of love with me? Or I fuck up and lose the baby somehow? Or-”
“Excuse me? I know this isn’t how I raised you to think.”
“I know, but-”
“No buts. You’re scared of being a mom? Comes with the territory. You’re scared of having your kid in the heart of Zaun? Guess what, baby girl, that’s where my mom had me, and look at how I turned out. You think you’ll somehow breathe wrong and lose the baby, I already know because I know you- you won’t. I’ll check you two out properly before you guys go back home just to be sure everything is fine and in working order with you and your body and the baby.”
“As for Sevika? Sweet girl, if you think that girl is going anywhere away from you, then you clearly have a lot of learning to do. She looks at you like you’re the very air she needs to breathe; as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars just for her. That girl loves you even more than I do, and you’re my baby,” she chimed, playfully pinching your cheek, “Make no mistake, there’s nothing that could make her fall out of love with you. Not this one. And by Janna, if she does- call me.”
You chuckled through your tears, letting out a little sigh, “I got this?”
She gave you a kiss to your forehead, “Yes, sweet girl. You’ve got this. And I’ll be here the whole time, okay? And you’ve got a wife that loves you... You’ll be okay. And if you ever want to move back up here at any time during your pregnancy or after, let me know. My door is always open, you know this.”
“I know....”
The two of you stood like that for a good while before you mumbled, “Mommy?”
“Yes, gummy?”
“Thank you.”
She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head as she held you a little tighter, “Anything for my girl. I’ll keep the news to myself so you can tell my other daughter, alright?”
“Thanks... I love you.”
She planted an audible kiss to your forehead, “Of course, little one. I love you more. Now clean that pretty little face and get yourself together. I’ll tell your wife you’re using the bathroom while we get dinner going, okay?”
You let out a happy little sigh, giving your mother one last good squeeze, “Thanks, mommy.”
She gave your stomach a little pat before turning to leave, “Don’t take too long or you know she’ll come find you. Also, you have a cold, sit your ass on the couch when you come out and don’t you dare set foot in my kitchen, you hear?”
“Yes, mommy. I’ll be out in a second.”
The door closed behind her and you placed a hand on your stomach letting out a little breath, “Now I’ve gotta figure out how to tell your mom about you, angel.”
2 years.
Sevika had been hiding her daughter from her father successfully for 2 years.
She doesn’t know how he found her. She didn’t know then and, to this day, she doesn’t know now.
She’d returned to her childhood home from a day of “work”, heart falling from her stomach as Mieko came tottering to her, wrapping around her leg.
For the longest time, fear was the only word she could use to describe that day, but no... it was something more than that. Sevika wasn’t just afraid. She was horrified. Petrified even.
How long had her daughter been alone with her father? How did he find her? How long had he known about her? Was this his first time coming into contact with her?
A million questions and terrible scenarios ran through her mind, the soft pat of her daughter’s hand on her leg pulling her from the slow descent into panic. She couldn’t help but smile at her baby, picking her up and smothering her in kisses as the little girl dissolved into giggles. She could feel her father’s eyes watching her every move.
“You take her to the back room.” His voice was gruff as always, words short and to the point.
Sevika froze. She knew what was coming for her if she let go of her daughter and faced him alone. She didn’t move, arms clutching onto her child as her heart raced even faster than her thoughts.
There had to be a way out of this.
Her father hated repeating himself. His anger was palpable, a churning storm ready to roll through the house as he slammed his fist down, “Back room, now!”
The loud noise and his elevated voice scared Mieko. She started crying. He hates crying.
Sevika slowly backed toward the front door, holding a crying Mieko to her chest as she tried to quiet her.
Wrong.
Her father was in front of her in an instant, large hands reaching for Mieko. Sevika went to turn around, run back out the door, only to have her face smashed into it, her daughter torn from her arms by his other hand. He shook the crying child, screaming at her to shut up.
Disoriented with blurry vision, Sevika stood on unsure feet, trying to reach for her daughter back.
She felt that familiar tiny hand clutch her finger for the briefest of moments before a shot rang out.
She saw red.
Sevika’s hand strayed to the shell casings around her neck frequently throughout dinner, her eyes misty and sort of far away. Your mother looked to you, wondering what was up with her daughter in law, but you waved off her concern, stroking your thumb over Sevika’s thigh in a show of silent comfort each time she withdrew from the conversation.
After dinner was finished and the dishes had been put away, your mother left for bed with a kiss to each of your foreheads. You sat on the couch with your wife, rolling a cigar for her as she curled around you, her flesh hand at your stomach, tracing patterns over the bit of skin poking from beneath your top.
You placed the ‘gar between your lips, lighting it before taking a hit and holding it out for your wife.
She took it, not hitting it, but studying it before she took a hit, sighing upon her exhale of the smoke.
“How are you feelin’,” you asked softly, playing with her semi-wavy hair that had been freed from the braids and pigtails you’d made the night prior.
“Stressed... worried...” she trailed off, voice falling quieter as she passed the blunt back to you, “sad...”
“Where do you wanna start?”
She shrugged, unwrapping herself from around you to sit up beside you, “Dunno... it’s all just a lot right now...”
You leaned your head on her shoulder, taking a couple more hits of the blunt before you passed it back to her, taking up interest in her mech hand as you started to fiddle with the metal, “Okay.... what’s got you stressed?”
“Everything...”
“But in particular at this moment?”
She didn’t answer for a few moments, eyes clouding over again. You gave her mech hand a squeeze, whispering gently, “Hey...”
“Hm?”
“You keep leaving me... Talk to me...”
“Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met?”
Her mom.
You gave a small nod, “Entirely possible.”
“It’s like.... this longing... But it’s more than that because how can you long for something you never truly had? Even worse to miss someone who... who’s not here anymore because of you...”
Her last sentence was like a ghost, the words dissipating the moment they left her lips.
“Sevi...”
“It’s fine, I’m-”
“No, you aren’t, baby... And you don’t have to be. It’s okay to not be okay... But I wish you’d stop faulting yourself for that...”
She let out a sigh, holding the blunt out for you, “I know... Just.... can we talk about something else? Or just cuddle and smoke?”
You nodded as you took another hit, “We can do that.”
The silence that fell was comfortable, the two of you sharing the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but a roach left. You leaned to place it in the ashtray on the coffee table before moving to lay aginst Sev’s chest.
Your body was buzzing. It had been a while since you last smoked and you felt that familiar sensation of both floating and sinking into your wife’s body as you lay atop her, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, flesh hand trazing lazy patterns along your spine.
You tilted your head slightly to look up at her, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, but not really- she was thinking.
“You have such pretty eyes,” you whispered.
Her grin was immediate as she moved her vision down to you, those silver orbs darkened in her high state, “You think so?”
You nodded, curling further into her as you closed your own eyes, “So pretty... I hope the baby gets your eyes.”
Sevika is known for being a woman who revels in violence.
The Scary lady of Zaun.
She’s the one who kicks ass and takes names- no questions.
But it wasn’t always like that.
The shot flipped a switch in her.
To be quite honest, she’s not sure what exactly killed him.
Maybe it was her beating him.
Maybe it was her bashing his skull into the wall.
Maybe she’d broken his ribs with her kicks, punctured a lung or even better his heart.
She didn’t know.
But when the rage had settled and her father lie dead on the floor, she saw her little girl.
She crumpled, those tears she’d been holding back for so long in her life ripped from her as she held her girl in her arms.
Those tiny fingers wrapped around her pinky for the last time, matching silver orbs growing dim as Mieko took her final breath in her mother’s arms.
Sevika’s heart stopped in her chest as she froze beneath you.
You sat up, looking down to find her eyes glossed over, a single tear escaping, “Sev?”
Her eyes were wide, heart hammering away in her chest, threatening to burst from it as she just barely managed to speak, “You... you’re...”
You took her hands, nodding as you whispered, “Yeah, baby... I’m pregnant.”
You were holding back tears of your own. You’d only seen your wife cry once, and that was on your wedding day. Sevika crying was as rare as you getting a nosebleed.
You cupped her face in your hands, wiping away her tears as they fell. She seemed frozen, eyes faraway again as she whispered feebly, “You...”
Sevika didn’t know what to say. She had dreamed about this moment, played it out a million different ways in her head. She just knew she’d wrap you up in her arms, a mess of kisses and giggles. But now that it was here, the two of you under the light of the fire in your mom’s living room, she was stuck.
Her eyes focused on you as you spoke, tears in your eyes, “Hey, come back to me? You okay?”
No, she wasn’t okay.
“You’re pregnant...” she whispered, still sounding like she didn’t believe it.
You let out a soft chuckle, nodding as you leaned in to kiss a line down her nose, ending with her lips, “We made a baby, Sev...”
There were stars in her eyes as she stared at you. She was never one for flowery language, she’d tried, but she always stumbled over her words or felt like she’d just come off cheesy. Her hands moved to your waist, thumbs stroking the sides of your stomach as she looked up at you, “We did...”
“We’re gonna be parents...”
“We are...” she whispered, her words thick as she blinked away a fresh batch of tears.
You didn’t wipe them away this time. Instead, you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her as she tucked her face into the crook of your neck. If you felt her tears soak through your shirt, you didn’t say anything, fingers combing through her hair as you rocked softly.
Sevika was swimming through her thoughts in her mind. She was petrified and ecstatic at the same time, but the fear seemed to overtake the happiness by an astounding wave, causing her to press further into you. You simply wrapped your arms tighter around her, pressing a kiss into her hair as you rubbed her back to keep her grounded.
Her mind was running about a million miles a minute. Flashbacks of her own pregnancy, her labor and delivery in that cramped alley... the few moments of peace and happiness shared with her daughter.... Mieko’s eyes as the life leaked from them...
Then she thought about you. The life the two of you have settled into together. The day that started all of this when the two of you decided to try for a baby. About all the shit you’ve had to put up with thus far and all the things to come.
She pulled back to look at you, silver eyes glistening still in the lowlight, pupils blown as she found her voice, whispering under her breath, “Thank you...”
Your eyes caught on your mother, a soft smile on your face as she mouthed, “I told you so.”
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After deliberating on it for a while you ultimately decide to marry Gyro. He's ecstatic of course, while Johnny just rolls his eyes. You give him a kiss to assure him you love him too.
Your wedding is small, you didn't want to make a big fuss, the only guest overall being Johnny. You wear white at Gyro's insistence (even though you feel it may be a bit blasphemous for you). The dress is long, a small train trailing behind you, hugging your figure with lace up to your neck and wrists. Gyro looks handsome in his suit, as does Johnny, though he's more casual looking compared to him. Johnny is the one to give you away, taking you to Gyro and the minister before taking his place at the front pew. He watches you both, listening as the minister gives his spiel and as you recite your vows. Once pronounced husband and wife you and Gyro kissed, Johnny clapping bemused. You tossed your bouquet over to him.
You all returned home and just as you opened the door Gyro immediately swept you off your feet. "Its tradition to carry the bride over the threshold isn't it?" You just shook your head and laughed letting him carry you in, dropping a heel along the way as Johnny trailed behind you both. You eventually got to the bedroom where he tossed you on to the bed and got on top of you, Johnny crawling right beside the both of you. Gyro caressed you through your dress, calling you beautiful. "Gonna make love to you like this," he promised, pushing your dress up. Upon seeing your garter he immediately bit down on it and tugged it down your leg. He spat it out at Johnny who happily caught it. He'd also did the same to the lacy pair of panties you wore too.
He pulled his cock out, leaning down to make out with you as he stroked himself. When he pulled away you tried to kiss Johnny only for Gyro to turn you to face him
"Johnny is our witness . He was there for our wedding he might as well be there for our wedding night." You and Johnny both rolled your eyes at that, relenting to Gyro's whims regardless. Gyro then slipped himself inside you and proceeded to fuck you, your veil mussed up behind your head. Johnny slipped his hand down his pants as he watched the two of you make love. You cried out against all his thrusts, Gyro silencing you as he stabbed his tongue down your throat, groping your breasts through all the silk and lace.
Just when you feel like cumming he pulls out and flips you over, reentering as he starts leaving bites on your neck. Panting beneath him, he has one hand over yours while the other unbuttons the back of your dress, giving him more room to plant kisses on your bare skin. Throughout all of this you look at Johnny, red in the face as he still keeps his gaze on the two of you. You looked at him until the force of your orgasm shuts your eyes closed, Gyro groaning against your ear as he releases inside of you.
He slumps on top of you, both of you panting in sync as Johnny still rubs one out. You reached your hand out, slighty scooting away from under Gyro, and wrapped it around his. You then moved away from him completely, shuddering as you felt his cock leave you and his cum beginning to run down your thighs. You made your way over to Johnny, dress slipping down your arms as you straddled him, him looking up at you as you caressed his face.
"You're gonna cheat on me so soon?" Gyro joked, you just laughing as you gazed into Johnny's eyes who smugly smiled. Moving his hand out of the way you pulled his member out and slid it inside yourself, the two of you gasping at the intrusion. Bouncing on his cock you leaned down and kissed him, Johnny tossing your veil away just to comb his fingers through your hair. Johnny then laid you on your side, fucking you like that while Gyro held him from behind as you two made out, grinding his newly hardened cock on his ass. Grabbing the lubricant you keep in the nightstand Gyro pulled his pants down and fingered him, Johnny groaning against your lips as he did so. Once significantly stretched out, Gyro rubbed the remaining fluid on himself and entered Johnny, crying into your mouth as he did. Gyro kissed his neck and then ripped his face away from yours just so he could kiss him. Soon enough simultaneously getting his cock clenched by your cunt and getting rammed in the ass by Gyro became too much for him and he reached his peak, Johnny burying his face in your breasts as he moaned during his release.
You came when he did, Gyro trailing soon after as he pumped his ass full of his cum. The two of your removed yourselves from him and flopped down on the bed, you cuddling up to him as Gyro wrapped his arms around his waist. You lifted his chin up, Johnny gazing tiredly at you until you said: "You know, if me and Gyro are legally married then that makes you our mistress."
Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes while Gyro snickered.
Wedding trappings completely gone now you all lay bare beneath the same blanket, still holding on to one another.
"Maybe I could divorce Gyro later on and marry you then." You offered, Johnny laughing as Gyro huffed in offense
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reunion ; cookie run smut
for an ao3 commenter <3
blueberry pie cookie x gender neutral!reader <3
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked <3
includes vaginal fingering, blueberry pie cookie being called ‘blue’, and praise kink <3
you can also read this on ao3 <3
918 words long <3
please note that this piece was originally written back in early july of this year and thus isn’t the best representation of my current writing style <3
Your visits with Blue were few and far between, with her constantly cooped up researching magic and it's history in her study and you out travelling the world on your own. Though, it was once said that distance makes the heart grow stronger, and in your case you knew it to be true — as you never failed to make the most of your brief stints together.
One particularly effective time killer was a favourite of you both (though, of course, Blue would never admit to such a thing) as it provided you the opportunity to spend some much needed quality time with your wife — and, for her, it offered a brief reprieve from her self-imposed dry spell. In fact, it was this such activity that you now found yourself partaking in — barely having the time to close the door before she was upon you like a butter tiger in heat, all her normal senses of formality and propriety thrown out of the window.
And who were you to deny your love after such a wanton display?
So here you found yourself: your usually composed and formal wife straddling your lap with her legs spread as far as she could manage, her blue and white skirts hiked up to her waist and her underwear discarded off somewhere you couldn't bother recalling; her braid fraying and coming undone, wispy strands of light brown hair flying in front of your face as she tossed and turned in your grip, positively writhing with pleasure; her glasses fogged up and her lips parted into a perfectly kissable 'o' as a string of breathy whimpers and moans escaped from her under your skilled touch. Making a complete mess of your love and her study as you allowed her sweet slick to pour out over your wrist and onto the plush rug below you — with Blue much too lost in the moment to realise or care.
You, meanwhile, were trying your best to not follow suit, focusing all of your attention on her pleasure as you worked her using an all too familiar pattern. Rough and fast but not so much that it would have her screaming. Light touches and squeezes of her clothed breasts that would have her back arching but not cause her pain. It was a delicate balancing act, but one you'd yet to fail.
Her moans and trembles and bucks your guide as you kept on pleasuring her, adjusting her her needs without instruction or complaint and revelling in how responsive she was to your touch. Always at her service: thrusting your fingers faster into her dripping hole when she started to buck into your hand; adding pressure to her clit with the pad of your thumb when the lightest brush of the neglected bud against the heel of your palm coaxed a whorish moan from her lips; alternating between scissoring and crooking your fingers inside of her fluttering pussy as you searched for that one spongy spot that would have her toes curling — and, finally, once you'd found it starting to aggressively target it to push her over the edge of her climax. Positively abusing her sweet spot as you continued to gently play with her breasts and kiss the sensitive skin behind her ear.
Contrasting the rough treatment of her gushing cunt with gentle words and touches elsewhere in a way you knew she loved — smiling to yourself when you were finally able to give her that last shove over the edge.
'That's it, beautiful, I've got you,'
'You're taking this so well, I'm impressed,'
'That's my girl, always so receptive,'
'If I knew that this was waiting for me, I'd have come home sooner,'
'Let go, my love, I'm here,'
And let go she did. Climaxing with a thunderous cry of your name as she choked on her desperate sobs and moans, mind running a mile a minute whilst her body was lost to the torrent of pleasure you'd released upon her. Push clenching tightly around your fingers as you continued to fuck her through her release, unbothered by the slick that was coating your wrist and the floor beneath her — focused only on making her feel good. On going what you were asked, like the attentive spouse you were.
Taking care of her by keeping her in that high with your three aching digits in her cunt and your thumb circling her clit. Taking care of her by stroking her hair gently out of her face and adjusting the position of her glasses on her face from where they'd been left askew in the midst of her overstimulated arching and trembling. Taking care of her by peppering her throat and temple with kisses as you whispered gentle reassurances and praise to her that she was only able to respond to in whimpers — her own hands busy clutching at your shirt or bunching up her thick blue skirts.
'You're doing so well,'
'Think you can give me one more? I think you can,'
'You're so beautiful like this, Blue,'
'I love you,'
And it was that last sentence, that declaration, that echoed clearly through her mind as you guided her to the peak for a second time. Eyes brimming with tears, lips damp with spit, slick coating her sex and thighs and dress — but still feeling that spread of warmth in her core alongside the threatening wave of climax that crashed over her like a storm at sea.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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alastor helping his s/o ‘relax’ hcs ; 18+
requested by ; anonymous (27/10/22)
fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; alastor / the radio demon
outline ; “May I please request hc of l alastor and reader with him trying to help them "relax" and "let off some steam" after they've been coming home late and over working themselves (he also might be feeling lonely with them not being around as much and growing a little possessive :)”
warning(s) ; possessive!alastor, sexual content, rough sex, marking kink, one reference to cannibalism, references to bleeding and overstimulation
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked!!!
working for the ‘happy hotel’ often translated into long hours chasing after your guests and even longer hours spent cleaning up the aftermath of whatever fresh hell you’d gotten yourselves into in order to retrieve them
and for as endlessly optimistic and helpful as your ‘boss’ (who felt more like a friend than an employer, frankly) could be, her responsibilities tended to fall beyond the scope of standard busywork which left you and a small handful of other demons to your own devices
nifty was the most helpful by far when it came to clean-up duty (as husk was usually off drinking to forget what you’d just played witness to and alastor was off doing things that only occasionally happened to help out the hotel)
but either way it was still a lot of work for you to handle and that meant that it had been a long while since you and your partner-in-death had been able to spend some time together
well, time that wasn’t spent discussing your work, that is
and after a good month of this, your patience had more than worn thin and the two of you agreed to take the rest of the day off and spend it as couples do
it’s the third day of the new month and you’re already beyond done by the time you stumble into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut with your heel as you groan and fight the urge to scream out your frustrations
and alastor is already waiting for you, the radio playing your song as he greets you with a grin — bright eyes scanning over you and taking you in for the first time in far too long
he keeps up the facade of polite concern for a few beats as you walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, pressing your lips to his as you take in his presence — his scent, his look, his voice, his everything — after so long spent apart
but then he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and pauses before his claws fly to your waist and he practically growls out something about it being far too long and him needing to reaffirm that you’re spoken for lest some more ungentlemanly demon try to stake his claim upon you
and that translates rather simply to a long day of toe-curling, mind-blanking, overwhelming, rough sex
your uniform (issued by vaggie, of course) is immediately torn off of you, shredded under sharp claws and carelessly discarded to the floor before you’re practically tossed onto the bed
his large hands roam up and down your body — groping, pinching, scratching and clawing every inch of bare skin that was exposed to him
and soon he started using his mouth in conjunction with this
not stopping until you were covered in marks — bites and bruises and scratches — that screamed ‘this one belongs to the radio demon’
then, finally satisfied with your state, he gives you both what you’ve been craving and finally takes you
he fucks you in every position the two of you can manage: riding, bending, twisting, laying, standing — anything and everything is on the table
until you’re screaming his name
until you’re so fucked out and cock drunk that you’re only able to cry and sob and scream for him
until you’re covered in blood and sweat and cum
until the sheets are peeling up at the corners and your mattress is practically hanging off of the bed
until he’s had his fill of you and knows that everyone else knows that you’re his — that he’s the only one who can touch you like this
then he will relent and roll off of you and summon some fresh food that he’d picked up earlier that day, happy to indulge you for being such an obedient and receptive toy
i hope you like the taste of earth-born sinners
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dominant male s/o smut headcanons ; 18+
requested by : anonymous [14/03/24]
original request : ‘There is clearly a lack of x male reader in the Hazbin Hotel fandom, so maybe I could request Lucifer and Adam with a soft dom male reader. (Im not sure If I can request more that one character tho)’
pairing : submissive!adam x dominant!male!reader insert
content : dom/sub dynamic between characters, brat!adam, public sex acts, praise kink, body worship, oral sex (adam receiving)
warnings : sexually explicit content
masterlists : sfw nsfw
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adam, being the first man in existence, has developed something of a complex over the many millennia of his existence that makes it incredibly difficult (nigh on impossible, even) for him to be convinced to let a partner dominate him in any sense of the word — after all, he’s the first fucking man, the original dick, the patriarch of mankind, so to him the only ‘natural’ role to take on was the dominant in all of his sexual encounters
… and then you came around and he started to (quietly, internally, and whilst outwardly denying it with his whole chest) consider letting you dominate him for a change
it takes a lot of time, and a hell of a lot of patience on your end, for adam to become openly receptive to even discussing shifting the dynamic between the two of you — and from there it takes even longer and a whole lot of bailed attempts before he’s finally comfortable enough to completely hand over control to you in the bedroom — but once you reach that point of trust and openness with him you’ll find the end result to be more than worth it
of course he’s still not going to make it easy on you and will make you earn his submission pretty much whenever you’re intimate (unless he’s especially needy for whatever reason) — it’s not always a case of him being a brat outright, sometimes it’s just a standard fight for dominance that he’ll occasionally win, but most of the time it’s because he’s bratting out for whatever reason and really needs to be (lovingly) put in his place
despite all of his bravado, adam absolutely thrives under your attention and praise and can get extremely needy and desperate if you deny or tease him for long enough — bonus points if you call him ‘my good boy’ or ‘handsome’ or ‘good’ because, though he’ll brush it off outwardly, it’s clear as day just how much that praise effects him by the reddening of his cheeks, the wavering of his voice, and the throbbing of his cock in your hand
his most common bratty behaviours include: huffing and rolling his eyes when you scold him, insulting you when you deny him or try to get him to behave (usually combined with him flaunting/bragging about his rank in heaven as ‘the first fucking man’ to try and earn your respect), cussing you out when you slow down or deny him what he really wants in order to make him play nice or use his words, and being extremely physical and extremely flirty with you whenever you’re too busy/distracted to give him the attention he craves
(he’s not above groping/fondling you in public or straight up talking about all the things he wants to do to you when you get home — he has literally zero shame — and the only people that can get him to behave are you, as his partner and dom, and sera, as his direct superior)
typically a stern look and a low and authoratative ‘adam.’ is enough to get him to shut up and start behaving himself in front of others, but when you’re in the bedroom you’ll usually have to resort to some more elaborate methods of brat taming — like a mixture of edging and overstimulation, using very strict rules to get him back in good habits (e.g. not using bondage gear but instructing him not to touch you when you’re jerking him off — stopping and tutting at him whenever he fails to follow your rules), and using a mixture of punishment and positive reinforcement to try and keep him on the straight and narrow (so to speak)
some examples of positive reinforcement that work with adam are: body worship (especially if you show particular attention to the parts of himself that have changed since his time in eden, like his softer stomach and bushier hair), praise (let him know that his good behaviour is seen and appreciated, reaffirm how attractive you find him, assure him that you love him and you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, promise that he can trust you and that you’ll always take care of him), and oral sex (he loves seeing you knelt between his thighs, or kneeling before him, as you eagerly, messily, and expertly take his cock between your lips and as far into your throat as you can manage — bonus points if you comment on how ‘big’ and ‘thick’ his dick is, and if you insist on swallowing his cum afterwards because both are things that he finds extremely fucking hot)
he loves it when you’re gentle and slow with him (it’s a nice change to be so loved by a partner after everything his exes put him through), but he also has like zero patience and will inevitably start bratting out and alternating between goading and begging you to go faster and let him cum already — he can take some roughness and overstimulation, after all, and has on many occasions insisted that you stop treating him like he’s fragile when you’re having sex (again, he does appreciate the gentleness and soft dominance that you bring, but sometimes he just wants to have his brains fucked out so he can stop thinking about everything for a while)
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— BIG MESSAGE
I’m gonna go through my follower list in about 5 minutes to block any ageless or underage block. Please DM me if you have any questions. Otherwise, have a nice day :)
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Still giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet over this one 🤭🥹
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i noticed that a lot of blogs following me are ageless, so I'm going to go through my followers soon. I'll make a post mentionning every blog that is ageless and let you have a week to change it. if it's not done in this period of time, I'll block you. my rules are clear : i don't want any minors on my blog, and that means if your blog is ageless, i can't know for sure you're not a minor. have a good day !
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Everything was down right chaos, rainbows flitting about and everyone turning into snails.
Still you ran all about desperately trying to find the man you loved.
You then ran into the opposite- Anasui.
He came to you begging for help, claiming Weather's completely changed now that's he's gotten his memories back.
That part got your attention. His memories.
You'd always known that was his goal and of course supported him in gaining them back, though a part of you worried he would completely forget about you. You'd felt selfish for feeling that way and always stamped down on those feelings, insistent on helping your lover.
Now that faithful day has arrived and you needed to deal with it.
You went up to Weather, an uncharacteristically smug look on his face as he sat on a bench surrounded by two women turning into snails. "Weather?" His eyes turned towards you, having caught his attention. "Do you remember me?"
He grinned. "Can't say that I do."
Your heart sank.
But then he got up and came to you, his face right in yours. "But maybe you can help jog my memory."
He pulled you closer, his face in your neck nuzzling that one ticklish spot as he held you by your hips.
"Oh Weather- Weather!"
His hands went lower, now kneading your ass. You still laughed, Weather now pressing kisses against your neck.
"Weather please- Anasui is right there."
"Oh let him watch, he could learn a thing or two."
Anasui merely groaned in disgust at the sight of the two of you.
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