#lonerslug

how will your arcane girlfriends survive…

NO NUT NOVEMBER !!

summary : you and your girlfriend decide to attempt NNN, a playful bet turns into a struggle for dominance and pride. who can last the longest without giving in? who breaks first? and how hard do they snap when they lose? pairings [SEPARATE] : sevika x reader ;; ambessa x reader ;; grayson x reader ;; vi x reader ;; caitlyn x reader warnings : SMUT DUHH ;; men fuck off ;; strap ;; dacryphillia ;; betting ;; ambessa surviving whole month ;; rough sex ofc ;; cnc if u squint ;; multiple orgamsms ;; fingering ;; oral ;; grayson yearning !! ;; scissoring ;; crying ;; size kink ;; sub’grayson ;; pillow humping ;; sub!vi ;; talking through it ;; masturbation ;; mention of nudes ;; vibrator… a.n : yall tell me if u like this or not (( i got sooo many requests goshh i’m overstimulated af, and their like all overdue lmao. after this i probably won’t be posting for awhile (maybe a week?)

SUMMARY OF DRAMA FOR THOSE WHO DONT KNOW:

If you’re friends with ggutpunch, andieopedia1, nuclearwastee, lonerslug, or moots of mine getting hate — you might wanna read this !!

Hannah: Hi guys, as you know, I am Hannah. I also went by Nicole, and Millie. And I know that there is a lot of controversy right now going on about my name, because of some messed up things I have said and done, and I’ve hurt a lot of people. I apologized publicly, and personally to them — well, most of them at least. And we all decided to try to move on from the matter.

I have returned to my original name to cut the drama on my part, and ever since, I have been nothing but truthful about everything. And whenever, on one instance, something slipped from my mind, and I forgot to add some information, I put out an announcement to correct myself (within the server misunderstanding). I have owned up to every fault of mine so far.

But earlier upon noticing that I was getting mistreated and discriminated against by none other than Ethan (ggutpunch on Tumblr formerly until deactivated, and 6sevika on Discord with ID: 630030794810720272), I wanted to make things right. So I made a post of my own where I explained everything from my side, and I explained all the things he never mentioned because it may cause the public to sympathise with me, and I guess he didn't want that.

After that, we quit talking about it until I learnt that Ethan joined my server using a fake account and then much more came to my attention regarding him pretending to be someone else in front of my server members and relaying screenshots back and forth in a private server he has with a channel dedicated to hating on me.

Hannah: As I mentioned, I tried to move on from it, and return to my original alias, and the purpose for creating a community-based server, which is a safe space to people— of the fandom, some ex-members, readers and moots.

However, for a while I was unaware that one of the members who used to speak somewhat actively there, turned out to be Ethan himself in disguise as someone else. He did this entirely unprovoked, after he told on his Tumblr that he was done involving himself in the drama.

If I wasn’t provided with that information, I would likely have deleted my server and my members would have lost their safe space because a lot of people made a lot of friends there, and they enjoy talking there and spending their time getting to know one another better and having fun with each other. Only because of him, it would have been destroyed. Only because he thought that pretending to be someone else and breaching my server’s privacy, taking screenshots of people’s personal messages in there, and relaying them to a separate server just to hate on me mindlessly was a good idea. Just because he thinks that my past mistakes make it okay for him to go into my server, breach my privacy, stalk me, or create fake accounts just for that purpose… it’s insane. He did this entirely unprovoked, after he claimed he’d stop.

The fake account username is: @/gh00stlyy with ID: 133882637953

AJ: More screenshots of proof that Ethan is Ryker, with his friend, who we all knew as Churro, also wanting to join in. Ethan made no attempt to stop this.

Hannah: Later, Ethan joined my server again, as of only about an hour ago at 1:22 a.m. Luckily enough, I was active and I banned him the moment he joined. However, right after he sent me a friend request, and since he has been going around in my mutuals' inboxes and bothering them with his mindless bullshit, I decided that I would have to talk it out with him. So when I asked him what he wants from me, he said he just wants me to know that I deserve better. When I told him that whoever I date is none of his business, he told me to kill myself. And now is telling me to cut myself.

Hannah: I wish I could have said that he is a good person who just acts this way because he hates me specifically, but it’s not only me he mistreats, it’s the people around him as well. If those very people want to defend him, they can defend him, but what I have seen is not a healthy way of a person having friendships. 

I will be providing screenshots taken from my personal view of the people who have come to his defense and hated me, for which I am not going to be blurring their names— as they want the spotlight just as badly as Ethan does. AJ will be providing screenshots from his end as he wishes.

Later, Andie told me that they have feelings for Ethan, and I continuously told them that if Ethan treats them the way they’re treating them, then they shouldn’t be talking to Ethan and only falling for him deeper. That would only hurt Andie in the process. And then I added that “it’s your life at the end of the day, and if you choose to be with Ethan, I will completely understand that anyway.” However, Andie took my words out of context to make it seem like I have been trying to break Andie’s friendship apart with Ethan, when they’re probably fully aware that I’ve only been looking out for them while maintaining respectful distance. 

I could have exposed this earlier to defend myself and break Andie’s privacy by leaking those messages about their feelings for Ethan, I didn’t do it because I thought they were holding neutral ground and avoiding the drama. Little did I know they’re going to lonerslug’s inbox (while probably being underage themselves) and inviting lonerslug deeper into the drama. 

When all I’ve been doing was telling Andie that— look, Ethan is going to love bomb you and then neglect you the way you literally told me he did. And according to what I know as of very recent, he’s still doing that. If you want to get your heart broken, Andie, you’re very welcome to do that. But do not try to make me seem like the bad guy when you yourself come and tell me shit about Ethan. Especially when you are still friends with him knowing how he hated on me.

Putting aside the shitshow with Andie, moving on to how Ethan treats the rest of his friends, I want to bring up Ethan’s friendship with Jackie. 

Jackie has claimed to have romantic feelings for Ethan and liking him like that (in his private messages, which Ethan screenshotted and showed me). When I saw that, I told Ethan not to flirt around with Jackie anymore because of that. And considering Jackie has the same mental illness that I have (bpd), I know very well that this is the one way to keep Jackie hanging. Soon enough, Jackie texted Ethan and told Ethan that he was Jackie’s favorite person, and that only was going to get worse from there because Ethan has inconsistency in his friendships.

Numerous times Ethan reportedly told Andie that he was to stop flirting with Jackie because it bothered Andie, but then they (Ethan and Jackie) would go on voice call (in the server) or simply flirt around in text (in the server). Perhaps even direct messages… I have no clue of that. But several times Andie has come to me, and expressed their frustration over this entire love triangle that was starting to form 😭

According to him, he flirts around with everyone, and he claims that he is Quoiromantic and doesn’t understand the difference between if someone has friendly feelings for him or romantic feelings for him, which I very much understand and respect, but in a case where someone confesses to you, you still continue to flirt with them, and you tell your other “friend” that you will not flirt with anybody else, but then you keep going on and on and on— that is inconsistent behavior which is starting to turn into constant “love bombing and neglection” cycle that AJ has only recently broken out of from Ethan. 

AJ was heavily mistreated throughout his friendship with Ethan (after the drama) where whenever Ethan felt like it, he would act cold with AJ. And whenever Ethan wanted to, he would be giving AJ suggestive pictures like heavy cleavage pictures, which Andie got mad over later— turning this into yet another back-and-forth. 

This is not a dating sim, Ethan. People have real feelings. 

AJ: Months later, Ethan is still lovebombing Andie and several other people have noticed it. 

Hannah: finally coming down to their server owner, Jackie, who banned AJ for being “racist”, which I understand, given that the screenshot that they have is a conversation that happened between me and AJ a very long time ago, which I gave to Ethan because I was under the impression that AJ will never change as a person and will always continue to be how he is— the thought developed through some derogatory adjectives he used towards me. I was angered and I didn’t genuinely think he could change until as of recent when we spoke, I realized that he did change, and I saw said change firsthand, and I will be witness to that change proudly because I am very pleasantly surprised to see how well he has changed and become a much better, honest, loyal version of himself. 

It shows not only in how we speak but also the respect he shows constantly through speech and action— not just to me but others around himself as of now. 

Using someone’s past to define their present time fate when all you have been trying to do is promote change in a person is very wild and hypocritical.

I understand if you have political views, but you should not act like that in a community space where people coexist globally, and minimal respect is a must. History shouldn’t make you cruel towards others, especially when we can’t control where we are born.

The only reason I’m bringing up something that happened so long ago is because she used AJ’s past and banned him from their server when she herself has made questionable comments too in the past. It gotta work both ways, Jackie.

AJ: In the previous server (nic’s) that Hannah has established, Ethan has made several jokes about being groomed that have disturbed several members. Unfortunately, that server has been deleted. But I have managed to find one screenshot that clearly depicts Ethan asking where “female groomers” were at. This behavior is disgusting and several other people have seen it. Ethan even went as far as to go into Hannah’s server and openly request a “pedophile!sevika fic”. This shows that Ethan is fine with pedophilia because he craves it in real life as well as in fiction, and despite the server’s owner, Jackie, knowing about this, they still allowed him to stay in.

Hannah: Later on, things weren’t really making sense to me because why the hell would Ethan put himself through so much just to get revenge on me? And then he does achieve it because I got a lot of hate, and I took accountability for the things I’ve done, acknowledged it, publicly apologized, personally apologized. But then I realized he was discriminating against me and not saying the full version of everything that happened. So I had to take everything in my own hands, and then I did that. 

And now he has a server with a channel which is entirely dedicated towards hating on me, and then proceeds to do all the weird faking things I’ve already mentioned as well. 

It doesn’t make any sense. Why the hell would he do all of that on purpose? Is he really that jobless? 

AJ: Yes, he is that jobless. 

AJ: Hopefully this shows everyone involved what kind of person Ethan is. Especially those that didn’t bother trying to listen to my explanation or reasoning before blocking me, removing me out of groups, & unadding me. For a group of people aged 16-18, respectfully, most, not all, of them are very immature.

And don’t forget, all of this started because Ethan got mad that he never initiated conversation, and that I was calling someone else other than him. Pathetic behavior. Maybe I would have initiated conversation more if he wasn’t like this…

Or this.. in reference to me.

Or, lastly, this! When I started calling someone else. Very coincidental behavior.

Hannah: special my ass 💔 aside from that, screenshots suggest that Ethan has been talking to @/lonerslug. 

Hannah: Ethan is far from an adult and Mila is enabling him to do things like that which she received from a minor by the way. Yes, it was wrong of me to send those even if I wasn’t even naked in anything and it’s not legitimate anything, doesn’t have my face either — still, I acknowledge my mistake on that part, and considering Mila is in her twenties and doing things like this?

Genuinely, grow up, Mila, you’re very very lucky this is the internet and not the real world. You’re exactly what people should avoid — a lying two faced predator.

Anyway, to conclude, Ethan please stop acting so immature, it is sickening, and we genuinely hope you get better.  

Some Hawkberry and loner Slug interaction. They talked about Starclan and who goes there. Soft dad and son moment really ,o,

"no way she actually said that to her," sevika snorts, shaking her head. her short dark hair is messy from running her fingers through it all night. "your friends are unhinged, kid."

you and sevika sit cross-legged on your mattress, pillows shoved behind your backs, the glow from your phone screen lighting up both your faces as she scrolls through the latest drama from your group chat.

you roll your eyes but grin anyway, tossing a pillow at her thigh. "says the woman who punched a guy just over a parking spot!"

sevika catches the pillow easily, smirking. her tank top clings to her chest, and you try not to stare too long at the way her biceps flex when she shifts... and those jiggle physics lol.

"alright, it's my turn now," she setting the pillow aside. her voice drops a little lower, still casual but with that edge she gets when she's about to push. "be honest, and real honest. you ever touch yourself thinking 'bout me?"

the moment she flicks her office door shut, it’s over for you.

ms sevika drops into her chair with that slow, heavy sigh she always uses when she’s pretending she isn’t amused. your phone, your confiscated phone, is still warm in her palm from where you’d been clutching it in class, trying to hide whatever you were doing behind your backpack.

she only meant to check your messages, just to see which friends you were texting instead of paying attention.

…but the photos app is right there.

and gosh, think about the wonders she could see there?! so why not just…take a peek. just. a. peek.

she hesitates for all of three seconds before her thumb taps it open.

the first picture is tame. just you in the mirror, shirt tight, lip gloss on.

second one? you’re in bed. thighs slightly parted. in your panties and bra.. the lacey ones, your favourite set. she exhales hard through her nose, jaw clenching.

and the third? you didn’t even pretend to be shy. your hand between your legs, your face flushed, eyes crossed and mouth open.

“you little brat.” she sits back and loosens the top button of her blouse. keeps scrolling.

each swipe is worse. worse for her, anyway. you arching for the camera, your fingers buried, your tongue out, that one video where you just whimper and moan, babble some shit like ‘o-ohh ngh, fuck, ms sevikaaa!!’ she watches that twice.

her thighs press together under her desk.

she shouldn’t. she knows she shouldn’t. she’s your professor for god’s sake. but she’s alone, the door is locked, your pretty little sounds are playing from your own phone in her lap — and eventually she gives in.

her hand disappears under her jeans, slow at first, like she’s still convincing herself she’s only touching, not doing anything serious. but your voice spills from the speaker again. a shaky, ‘please..’ and she’s gone.

her hips jerk once, sharply like she wasn’t prepared for how badly she’d needed this. her breath stutters, controlled only because she’s trained herself to be quiet. her head tips back against the leather chair, her eyes closed, focusing on the sounds as her fingers working harder and harder the more she scrolls through your gallery.

then she finds that picture.

the one where you’re fully naked, sprawled open, hand between your thighs, looking directly at the camera like you’re begging someone or maybe even begging her to ruin you.

she comes hard.

silent, shuddering, thighs trembling as she grips your phone like it’s the only thing grounding her. her hips lift off the chair before she forces herself still, panting through her teeth, knuckles white. it takes her a full minute to recover.

another minute to wipe her hand discreetly, even though no one’s around.

and then she reorganises your camera roll with the same calm precision she uses when grading papers.

she even favourites a few photos.

your filthiest ones.

sevika did not expect that. she finished inside you, slow and deep, breathing all heavy against your neck like she always does — then she slid her fingers down to scoop up the mess like she was being all sexy about it. then brought it to her mouth with that lazy smirk.

and IMMEDIATELY her face dropped like she just drank battery acid.

“that—” she gagged, literally gagged, wiping her tongue with the back of her hand. “fuck why didn’t you ever tell me it tastes like that?”

you were on your back wheezing and laughing, tears in the corners of your eyes.

then you were like, well lemme try then, and you dipped your fingers in while you whimpered and tasted. you just nodded like it was a gourmet meal.

“it’s fine! it’s love flavoured :)”

she stared at you like you were clinically unwell.

and ever since that day, miss ‘i don’t care about healthy food’ has been inhaling pineapples. fruit bowls in the fridge. vitamin gummies on the counter. protein shakes??

she comes home one day with a whole case of coconut water.

you don’t say anything. but when she nutted in you next time and casually licks her fingers clean with zero hesitation — no grimace, no complaint, just a quiet, satisfied hum…

“ah fuck yeah now it tastes good. hey, now lick it from my fingers and appreciate it, peach.”

cw: bestfriend!sevika . g!p sevika . kind n sweet sev cause we deserve that . suggestive . bstfriends to lovers . kissing!! . lap sitting . hard on .

you’re on her lap again. it’s innocent, it always is — because you always end up here. movie nights, late night talks, the two of you hanging out in her room like you’ve done since high school. sevika’s huge hand always ends up on your hip, her body always warm and solid beneath you, and you never question it because she never makes it weird.

except tonight…something feels different.

something hard keeps nudging up against you whenever you shift.

you freeze for a second, confused, because what the hell does she keep in her jeans that’s that…firm?? but you’re too shy to ask, so you just pretend you don’t feel it — even though your cheeks are burning and your heart is slamming behind your ribs.

sevika notices. of course she does. she notices everything when it comes to you.

“you’re awfully fidgety today,” she murmurs against your hair, voice low, gentle, fond. one of her fingers grazes your waist, making you shiver. “something wrong, sweetheart?”

sweetheart. she always says shit like that and acts like it’s nothing.

you shake your head quickly. “n-no um, i’m fine.” you are not fine. you are having a crisis on her lap.

and sevika smiles, that soft one she only gives you, and tilts your chin up so you’re looking at her. you swear the world stops for a second. her eyes are warm, focused only on you, the way you’ve dreamed about since you were like…16.

“you sure?” she asks, thumb brushing your cheek. “you’re red.”

“i’m just warm!” total lie, you’re melting.

her hand cups your cheeks, “you’re cute when you lie.”

then she leans in slowly, giving you time to pull back. you don’t. you lean right back into her like you’ve wanted to for years. her lips meet yours — soft at first, testing and questioning.

you whimper the tiniest bit and that’s all it takes. her other arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you in so your chest presses against hers. the kiss deepens instantly but still gentle, still careful, but hungry in a way that shakes through you. sevika kisses like she’s been waiting for this.

you cling to her shirt, kissing her back, dizzy with how right it feels.

when she finally pulls away, she kisses your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth — slow, affectionately and tender. “i’ve wanted that for a long time.”

your eyes widen. “…you did?”

she huffs a soft laugh. “sweetheart, you really didn’t know?” she brushes her thumb over your lip. “you sitting on my lap every damn day almost killed me.”

your face goes scarlet. “w-wait, then that hard thing—”

she stiffens just a bit then she groans quietly and hides her face in your neck. “please don’t make me say it out loud.”

you blink.. pause to think and then gasp. “OH.”

her grip tightens. “yeah. ‘oh.’”

you can feel her embarrassed smile against your skin. and somehow, that makes you braver. so you cup her cheeks and guide her face back up to yours. “so…can i kiss you again?”

her pupils blow wide,“you never have to ask.”

she kisses you like she means it this time — deep, slow, messy, her hand sliding up your spine, her other gripping your thigh. your fingers tangle in her hair. your lips part for her without even thinking. she kisses you until you’re breathless, warm all over, practically melting into her.

when you finally pull apart again, panting, sevika presses her forehead to yours.

“be my girl,” she whispers, voice rough in that way that makes your stomach twist tight. “i’ll take care of you. i promise.”

and you can never say no to that :)

you’ve got her exactly how you want her — knees planted on either side of your thighs, her broad back flexing. that thick pink glittery strap sits snug inside her, your hands loose on her hips just watching her breathe around it, adjust to it, need it. she lets out this impatient huff and looks back over her shoulder like she’s annoyed you’re not doing anything.

“don’t look at me like that,” you murmur, just barely touching her with your fingertips. “you wanna ride it? then ride, baby.”

and god does she. sevika sinks down slow at first, letting herself feel every inch, her lips parting, chest rising, breath shaky. then she starts moving reverse cowgirl and already getting sloppy with it, her body doing the work like it’s muscle memory. she’s grinding, rolling her hips, making these little sounds under her breath that she’s clearly trying to swallow. not doing a great job though.

your eyes drop lower, greedy, hungry, fucking devoted to the sight.

her ass. holy fuck her ass.

soft caramel skin, fat and full and jiggling with every bounce. it’s obscene the way it moves, like her body was made for this, for being on display, for being watched. every time she drops down, there’s this sound — skin to skin, weight to lap, a slap all on its own. slap slap slap. and when she lifts up? the bounce. the ripple. the slow drag of her cheeks parting around the strap before she takes it again.

you swear you forget to breathe cause the SIGHT of this?? omg..

your hands slide from her hips to her ass, grabbing handfuls, squeezing deep like you’re trying to memorise the shape of her. she twitches, hips stutter, a soft moan slips from her throat like she didn’t mean for it to escape.

she tries to speed up after that, embarrassed. which is cute.

you bring your hand back and smack it.

the sound is so loud it echoes. that gorgeous caramel bounce goes wild, trembling, the flesh shaking like it’s reacting to your name alone. sevika’s breath chokes in her chest, her whole body jerking forward, her walls tightening hard around the silicone.

“f-fuck!!” she gasps, voice cracking.

“yeah?” you rasp, hand spreading over the reddening mark. “you like that? you like being watched while you fuck yourself on my cock?”

she nods, but that’s not enough. not for you.

“say it.”

she drops again, hard enough that it knocks the air out of both of you.

“i- i like when you watch,” she pants, words messy, desperate. “mmh i like when you—” her voice breaks as you grab her ass again, kneading it, finger slipping just slightly between her cheeks, enough to threaten something more. “when you fuck— when you fuck me like this,”

another SLAP.

her thighs shake. her breath shivers. her rhythm stutters into something filthy, deeper, wetter, needier. your thigh are slick from how soaked she is.

you lean forward to murmur against her ear,

“good girl, keep riding. make it nasty.”