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Okay, but… Sallie May…

She’s kinda…

I’m kinda into her….

I just thought it was neat 🤤😫🗿

Okay I really like writing! Who woulda known!

Anyway, I’m sick and I was bored so I’ll continue to write about Sevika, Jinx, and Isha.

Enjoy! 💜

“Isha—! I swear- you better eat it, it’s good for you!” You can’t hold the breathy laugh and grin as you chase Isha down the hall of your home. Her giggles and fast footsteps down the hall makes your heart warm but also very incredibly annoyed.

Suddenly just as Isha was rounding the corner, Sevika stepped in her way with a hand on her hip and a scowling look on her face. Isha looked up at Sevika as if she was a giant before trying to run away, only for Sevika to scoop her up into her grasp. With a hearty laugh, Sevika walked over to you, trying to catch your breath as you lean against the wall a little with the bowl of vegetables that have yet to be eaten.

Isha squealed and yelled as she wiggled in Sevika’s grasp that was until she caught a glimpse of Jinx behind Sevika making a ‘shhh’ sound with her finger over her lips. You walk over to her and Isha with such a mother look. Sevika had to admit, the look on your face was a sight to see… so irritated and well, sexy.

“Were you looking for this monkey- gahh!!” Sevika was interrupted by Jinx jumping on her back with a cackle, trying to set Isha free of eating vegetables. Isha squealed again and laughed as Jinx was practically piggybacking on Sevika. You gasp and laughed at the scene in front of you. You quickly set down the bowl and tried to pull Jinx off of your girlfriend. Screaming and yelling with a mix of laughter ensued and finally, Jinx fell to the ground with you holding her and Sevika fell to the ground with Isha in her arms. Everyone was laughing and giggling, trying to calm down.

“Alright alright, can we please go back to eating our dinner rather than fighting over it?” You ask mostly looking at giggling Isha. She shook her head profusely before Sevika squeezed her in her arms, making the little girl squeal again.

“C’mon… don’t make her eat that stuff.” Jinx whined as she stood up. You stood up with her and placed your hands on your hips.

“Well excuse me, but that ‘stuff’ is what is going to give her energy and strength!” You tell Jinx as you watch her mock you. Once she’s done mocking you she sees the knowing look on your face and she shuts her mouth and turned to walk back to the living room. Sevika watched you handle the situation and smirked, the gap in her teeth appearing. She stands up, still holding Isha.

“Needed her?” Sevika chuckles with a soft grin as she sets Isha down before handing her to you. You chuckle with a soft smile and then sigh once Isha is back in your grasp.

“Now, little miss,” you began as you looked down at Isha. She began to plead with her big golden eyes and the cutest pout on earth, but you know that look all too well. “You need to finish your dinner or there is no desert for you—“

“No!!” Isha whined as she stomped a little in protest. You cross your arms and look down at her with an eyebrow raised.

“Then I suggest you get your butt at the table.” You whisper to her before she began to scamper back to where she originally sat at the table. The screech of the chair on the wooden floor, indicating that she made it.

You sighed deeply with a small smile of disbelief as you looked up at Sevika. She stood there with the biggest grin and blown out eyes.

“What?” You questioned her with a grin slowly appearing on your face as well. She shook her head and shrugged a little.

“Nothing, just… grateful of my little girlfriend handling all this like a champ.” Sevika teased as she stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your waist and drew you in closer. She slowly kissed your cheek and then down to your neck, causing you to go weak for only a moment.

“Sev…” you whisper to as her feel her nibble softly at your skin…

SKKRRRECH!!

“Desert!!!” You and Sevika hear Isha whine as she pushes the chair back and forth on the wooden floor. You laughed softly before pulling away from Sevika as she groaned.

“Sorry Sev, duty calls.” You chuckled and patted her chest before walking past her and to the dining room table. Sevika watched you as you walked away and she bit her lip, watching you.

Oh yeah, she can get used to this.

SEEEE WHY WONT PPL SEE THAT IT EATS

new haircut 😳

Everyone I talk to disses Sevika’s new haircut. Isn’t it exactly the same just not pushed back and a little shorter? Like remember- it was bob cut in the first place but she styled it. STOP THE DISSING PLEASE THATS MY WIFE RIGHT THEREEEE 🗣️‼️‼️‼️

Strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me strap me

SHES SO CUNTY DIVA I NEED HER

i used to pray for times like these

happy pride butches! happy pride studs! happy pride femme4butches and femme4studs! happy pride stone lesbians! ilysm!

When I am a femme in a sundress 🥰

Femmes in a sundress with no underwear deserve to be eaten out constantly

The world is cruel to femmes like us who just wanna be held and kissed and have hot gay sex with someone who loves us

I’m fat girl. I find myself hot and other fat women hot.

Fat girls are hot.

You agree. Reblog.

tbh butch/femme love is protecting and supporting butches while they strip the bountiful layers of armour that have too often been forced onto them, holding the tenderness and strength of a knight and never once dropping it. While I’m in my tower with the highest walls I could build, I’m finally seen for more than someone to be saved, they see the strength in my femininity and how I will always fight back to back with them, protecting them anyway I can - I don’t know how to use a sword, but that won’t ever stop me from trying. anyways,,

I want nothing more than to have a woman come into where I work and have a cafe romance with me.

I just got rejected by a girl. I wanna cry for 20 business days. I WANT A WOMAN TO LOVE ME RIGHT. Now I have to go to work.

WHY CANT I HAVE HER 😫😭

i feel like hate sex with abby in the rain would be the best, you're both drenched, and she'd absolutely destroy you without a second thought

Lore time!!!! :3

Mhm k, so, when Vierla is dating Pete, he obviously wants to show off what a huge catch he has, and showing her to the club somehow made them cause a huge fight, specifically Bill because he doesn’t allow girls to join. When they decided to stop finally it was because Bill didn’t want Pete to show up to any of the meetings anymore if he was still going out with her. Hearing this, she feels incredibly bad for Pete and wants to him to enjoy the things he love. She goes to Bill the next day and asks him to let Pete be unsuspended from the club. He sees this is as an opportunity to rip her off, so he decides that he will let Pete join in their meetings if she agreed to whatever Bill said. She agrees and hooked his pinkie with his, a segment of their promise.

She does what he wanted as to keep Pete in the club. Vierla finds herself a bit miserable with all the weird tasks she had to do and buy some collectibles for him, despite that she finds him funny with his reactions and he started to grow on her more and more. They usually hangout in secret, and talked about whatever and their problems, it seemed like she finally had a friend that understood her (other than Pete) comforting as it seems. Bill couldn’t help that each time they hold eye contact it felt like they were in their own little world together.

There was one night, where Pete got sick, and she didn’t want to go to the pep rally alone, so she asked Bill. Of course he said no at first, but with enough begging he decided to go, and it was cold to where you could see your breath.

After the pep rally, they walked together to her place and the moon was full tonight, where it was just the two of them. She pointed out the moon and talked about how beautiful it was tonight, and he would slightly disagree because how can it be beautiful? It wasn’t even—he started to shut up when the moonlight brightly lit her face, and heat crept up on his face. That’s when he realized. Even thought the moonlight wasn’t beautiful to him, the person in front of him was…Pete felt this way with Vierla, did she always have this affect on people?..He wouldn’t know and he didn’t care. All he wanted was to keep this moment just a bit longer and never let this night to end for them. Unfortunately for him, they made it to her house and she gave him a hug before going inside.

"Thanks for being a great friend..I had an amazing time."

"Sure..whatever.."

He developed a crush on Vierla. Pete’s Girlfriend. Shit.

fem!shidou has me in a CHOKEHOLD

*repost several times*

Larissa Weems

A shot, alpha x alpha, they fuck, cute in the end ig, girls with cocks, valentine's day yaaay

GIF NOT MINE

[ i just need a good omegaverse fic with alpha x alpha (ofc reader and larissa), but i made this. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ]

Alpha!Larissa x Alpha!Reader!

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Larissa was always expected to choose an omega mate, not just for her family but also for her future. heirs. So it comes as a shock to everyone, including Larissa, when she ends up choosing another alpha to be her mate. Almost every week, Larissa would have a few dates with omegas, but each and every one of them was rejected by her inner alpha. Until one day, Larissa finds her partner during one of these hearings, an anonymous escort for a foreign omega. With the scent of bergamot and sweet tangerines filling Larissa's nostrils, she knows her search is over. She gets up from her chair and walks towards the omega, completely skirting the omega and arriving right in front of the alpha behind her, who stares at her presence with mild surprise. The two stare at each other before Larissa cracks a smile, nodding her head as the other people around her sigh loudly. The only time the principal had to do this, was for her parents.

"May I know my mate's name?"

Larissa asks, waiting anxiously for the other woman's response.

“Y/NL/N, I'm Principal of *you choose* Academy.”

The woman says, returning Larissa's smile and shocking with the depth of your voice.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Weems.”

You nod with grace. Larissa had heard of your Academy before, a place where alphas, betas, and omegas were treated with equal respect, a stance Larissa wants to adopt in the Nevermore. Though his superiors are well aware of her dreams, they have tried to discourage her countless times, telling Larissa that others, especially alphas, would not tolerate this, not when it harmed them. Perhaps if she could have you by her side, it would be easier for your people to change. After all, an alpha mating another alpha is a rarity, even if they are destined to be mates.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/NL/N."

Larissa returns, feeling much more hopeful about the future now than she did a few minutes before meeting your lovely companion.

With long, shiny, tied silver hair and bright blue eyes, do you particularly think your companion is the most beautiful person in the world? everyone you've met in your life and you've seen many beautiful people, men and women of all secondary genders.

Larissa knows that the typical tradition for predestined alpha couples is that they pursue a platonic relationship while having omega spouses, but she wants to meet you, taking the time to see if there can be mutual love between you, fighting the traditions that required her to secure her bloodline with an omega mate. So Larissa does the unthinkable and risks…

"Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor to let me court you?"

Larissa asked, taking her favorite bracelet off and presenting it to you. Eyes wide with surprise, you hesitate for a moment, then let go. a shaky sigh.

"I will."

You say before reaching out to take the bracelet, only to have your hand held by Larissa.

“Let me put it on.”

Larissa looks into your mesmerizing eyes, lips curling into a dimpled smile as you nod. And that was the beginning of their relationship, filled with love and understanding between two alphas who decided to break with societal norms. Larissa and you got married, mated, and fought for secondary gender equality after the coronation. One would think that between two alphas, routines would be a nightmare to deal with, and then there was the issue of heirs… For the second edition, you and Larissa continue to work on duty. And as for the grooves, well…

“Rissa, stop! You're too tight!"

You scream, drooling as Larissa jumps on top of your cock slamming against her stomach, sweat pouring down her toned body, crushing sounds coming from where her ass is swallowing your cock.

"Oh GOD—!"

Larissa scoffs.

"You...your cock is fi- ah...well..."

She pants, her rhythm doesn't falter as her alpha stamina keeps it moving.

"I thought you loved fucking my ass, what happened to that, huh?"

You look visibly tense, veins bulging as you look down to where Larissa is leading you to the base of your knot in formation, its edge extending so much it looks more like an omega is standing on top of it. you. Except Larissa is definitely an alpha.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Larissa teases her behavior by making it seem like she's just talking instead of fucking you with her ass. Because that's what's happening. You're getting ass fucked by Larissa. During Larissa's routine, she prefers to go downstairs first, mainly so she can be less aggressive and take her time opening you up and having sex later. It works both ways, with you doing the same thing during your routine. You whimper, wanting nothing more than to turn Larissa and fuck her that way, but they're both well aware of an alpha's routine instincts. Larissa would settle for nothing less than being the dominant force in this situation.

“R-Rissa”

You whimper uselessly, cupping your own chest and playing with your nipples. Larissa pulls your hands away, her own hands taking their place as she pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before squeezing the thick muscles beneath them as she uses your chest for support as she rides you even harder.

“You know what to say if it's too much..”

Larissa reminds you, who shakes her head and presses her fingers into the sheets. L

"All goOD-"

You gasp, pushing yourself against Larissa, and get slapped in the chest for your troubles.

“Are you going to cum on me? Will you tie a knot and breed me, Honey?~"

Larissa teases, you moan loudly at the suggestion, unable to hold back any longer as you place your knot in Larissa, filling her with copious amounts of cum. Larissa moans, rubbing and swirling her hips onto your cock, then wraps her hands around her own cock and fucks them until her own knot bursts, cumming into his chest with a deep, guttural growl.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!"

Once the heat of the moment has subsided, Larissa leans in, as far as she can while being tied by a stick and kisses ur forehead. a contrast to their rough sex.

You take Larissa's hand, Larissa's favorite bracelet still hanging around her companion's wrist, and bring it to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

"I love you too, my love."

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this was rushed, sorry for any mistakes

GIF NOT MINE

Gwendoline Christie

flirts, cute (ig), confused, they are in love. but they don't know.

GIF NOT MINE

[Just flirt. They are in love, especially reader. God. i love Gwen. Gwendoline and her Bf have an open relationship and are ok with having other relationships, but love each other *in this fic*. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE]

Gwendoline Christie x Famous!Reader?

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These days, everything just feels like a loop. Invitations, invitations and more invitations for parties, fashion shows and work. You felt full of it. You wake up and have to go straight to some meeting, you wake up and have to go somewhere, just to stare at people talking, you wake up...and you have people peppering you with questions and asking you to step on them. Not that you hate your fans, but you're just tired. You need some time. You are overloaded.

Sitting at one of the tables, not far from the stage, watching another fashion show that you were invited to and had to attend, because your husband is obsessed with money and knows that the source of all this is you. You let out a sigh, hoping this will be over soon. With the way you are barely able to concentrate on the show in front of you right now, you know this day is going to be unbearably long.

After trying and failing miserably to pay attention to the presenter on the stage, you decide to give up. You've given yourself a good forty minutes of trying, but your interest in what’s going on is non-existent and you're more than convinced that if you need whatever he's presenting, chances are it's already in the package you got.

What you still don't know is how you're going to spend the rest of your time. Not wanting to be too disrespectful by using your cell phone mid-presentation, you grab your not-so-big bag and pull out a blank piece of paper and a pen just to do some random doodling. Aimless. But sadly, drawing eyes or hands are no longer on your to-do list. But even so, you continue to draw, your eyes almost closing from sleep. A few minutes go by and you're just getting even more bored. Somehow while drawing you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. This is starting to make you uncomfortable. With a spunk of curiosity you lift your head to look around, trying not to be too obvious for everyone to notice. You can the other tables in the room, trying to discover the source of the sensation. When you finally achieve what you've been unknowingly looking for, you feel your breath hitch at the sight. All you find is a woman watching you like you’re a piece of art.

And in your opinion, this woman could be a painting that came to life. As you stare at the woman, you can tell that she could be the most beautiful woman in the world. Her medium blonde hair with curls like a tangle of beauty. An invitation to affection, the strands making small curves, like a smile. Unlike you,who’s pretty much just awkward, the rest of her is something like everything that could be described as something indescribable, the picture of professionalism. The delicate white skin that you would love to touch with your kindness, the lips of blood that boil not for heat but for love, the crystalline eyes, so deep that they carry more stories than a book can tell. It's the color of someone who carries something more than windows of the soul on her face; it's brute strength, beautiful and affectionate. That pulls your eyes to hers The irises of her eyes being the true art-stained space. Eyes you find hard to look away from.

Still sitting and looking at the woman, you can tell she noticed the red in your cheeks, shoulders and collarbone. Just like her, after being caught looking. But she doesn't look away, being unflinching with her eye contact. Her focus makes you even more flushed and confused, which makes you feel that the look isn't for you. After scanning the room thoroughly for the second time. You're sure the looks is for you, and it makes you cringe a little. Meeting her eyes again, you see that she smiles a little wider as she sees that you finally understand that she is looking at you.

But the universe might not want you to have a distraction or something. The man on stage calls your name, grabbing your attention. He’s talking about the models and the shows. Congratulations to you, since You helped with this. But now, really? The man continues, trying to keep your attention.

Try as you might, you can't break free of the woman's gaze. Smiling gently at the man, the rest of the adults and your husband standing around, you can't help, but steal some looks in the woman's direction. It's like you're stuck like this. And sometimes you can catch her looking and it's emotional, leaving warm little goofy smiles when you catch her looking. It's more exciting to know that she's interested in you and the game you've played with her. When everyone was up for the treats you got out of your chair so fast, you almost fell. You noticed the woman laughing and you're not sure how, but you somehow heard it. You just want her with now, because the sound was the most divine thing you ever heard.

"Are you well?"

Your husband asked, a small tone of false concern in his voice. You just wave chim away. Not much dialogue, just looking for the woman in the crowd. Your interest in her just grows, you want to go to her. But you’re failing. So you decide to go ask your close friends about this woman. Whispering to the not so short woman to your left you ask: *f/n = friend name*

"f/n do you know who this woman is?"

"Which one?"

"That one. Medium blonde hair, red lips, tall and pink dress."

You gesture vaguely in the direction of the mystery woman, not wanting to be too obvious.

"Oh, her. Her name is Gwendoline Christie, an actress who works with Tim Burton."

"Oh okay. Thanks."

"Why the question? Don't say something is going on."

Your friend whispers questioningly, with a rather interesting face and a sly smile. You just shrug your shoulders and curse under your breath. Going back to looking at the woman, she looks like she is not noticing you, she's talking to a man with glasses. They look really close. You blink with a frown on your face but try not to care too much and just walk over to the treats. Flirting certainly made the time pass faster than expected, but it also does something else. It made your heart beat faster in anticipation. What you have no idea. And hope to feel that, again. Take a moment to consider her thoughtfully, looking unobviously in your direction, for which you are more than grateful. 

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inspiration from: Know Your Name. An fanfic in AO3 with Larissa x Reader.

Hope u liked this <3

I think i am going to make a part two 💀

(person who helped edited for a better english, bc Idk nothing: @lils-cards love u)

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- baby gwen have my heart rn

GIF NOT MINE

“there’s plenty of fish in the sea” shut up i want my anglerfish back