so yeah I got into three Christian cartoons
I don't have a lot to say — JK I DO SHHH — but I REALLY like both Superbooks and Flying House. No I'm not Christian, but I did get interested in the stories of the Bible I must confess lol...
ok i mostly watched the shows because 80s anime and cute robots
and YES i am making FH and Superbook ocs because I'm cray cray crayoooon lalalalalala
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just in case things go very south on this site, I put a link to my youtube in my bio. it would help me a lot if you could please subscribe there, I really want to be a full time streamer. I know it's really lame to ask for that kind of stuff, and I'm pretty sure things are going to turn out ok, this site is pretty resilient. I just wanted to ask this to be safer
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Sevika has her own office on the second floor of The Last Drop, right next to Silco's. She doesn't use it much, but when she does.....
cw: femme!reader, semi-public sex, rough fucking, very mild praise kink
Underground hip-hop thumped the floorboards of The Last Drop. An electric performance, some up-and-coming rapper who'd made a name for herself the last year spitting in battle rap circles. No matter how much muffled hollering and cheering you heard, you couldn't bring yourself to care in the slightest. She wasn't awful. In fact, she was quite talented, and a part of you hated missing out on the show.
But it was difficult to care when you were bent over Sevika's office desk, underwear pooling at your ankles.
Sevika always switched up her pace depending on her mood. Tonight was glacial and rough. With every snap of her hips into your ass, you waited with bated breath for the next to rip a moan from your throat. There was no steady pace, no matching beats with the music downstairs. She kept you guessing. And agitated. And fucking delirious.
"Goin' back on our deal already?" Sevika called out.
You barely heard her with your face buried into the oaken desk. The spot your cheek rested on had past gotten warm so you moved two inches to the left for a cooler spot.
Smack!
You flinched and clenched your ass. Thankfully not her bronze claws that time or you'd be nursing a few welts back at home. You whined, reached back, and found your wrist caught in Sevika's grip.
"I'm—fucking—talking—to you," she growled between thrusts.
"Mmm... Mm-mm."
"So let me hear you. I want everyone downstairs to know who owns this fuckin' cunt."
You smiled against the desk, bit your lip. You always loved Sevika's possessive streak. Always had to throw her damn weight around. Always needed you to know who was in charge.
You pushed your ass back and wiggled. The back of your thighs caught her belt buckle and you wondered if the clinking was loud enough to catch Silco's ear.
"Think you're fuckin' funny?"
She clearly didn't appreciate the tease even if you did feel a slight twinge of her own hips at a second twist of yours. She grabbed your other wrist and pinned them together behind you with her claws. Kept them secure.
She tangled her fingers in your hair, pushed your face into the desk for good measure as she thrusted hard. You swore, loud enough for her to praise you.
"Knew you could do it, baby. Now. Louder." She pulled you up by your hair and let go of your arms to grasp your hip. "Or... I stop."
You faced her unlocked door with your shirt open and tits on full display. Anyone—Silco, Ran, Dustin—could attempt to summon her and hear everything. And you knew she didn't care. Liked making a show of fucking you anyway. Hell, Silco's office was next door and you were damn sure he'd heard you at least once before. You prayed to Janna that he left for the night.
Then again... If you did make a scene, any sane person would turn back around and save their questions and concerns for another day. The goons knew better than to bother her when she was "busy." Sevika was just that intimidating.
So you let loose.
The next moan that ripped from you was more emphatic than the previous and Sevika rewarded you with another smack on your ass.
"There we go, sweetheart," she said, and chuckled at the shell of your ear. "Now, say my fuckin' name. Lemme hear you scream it."
A shiver dribbled down your spine at her words. Moaning was one thing, but calling her name? There was a level of raunchiness to that that always made your toes curl. You clenched around the fuchsia silicone toy stuffed in your cunt in preparation.
Her claws rolled up your hips and passed your ribs to settle at home on your left breast. She squeezed, tweaked your nipple. Rolled it in her palm. Made your feet tingle.
She thrusted. This time, different. Another followed, then another and another until your eyes rolled back and shut and the slap of skin on skin drowned out the rowdy crowd below. Her cadence remained slow, but there was a cadence now. Still rough. Still hard. But a melody.
And you sang right along with it. Right along with the show below.
"'Vikaaa..."
You sang.
"Sevikaaa..."
You sang.
"Sevika!!"
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