#sevika comfort

[arcaneadvi]

my babyyyy

[lunescore]

Your overprotective dad hired a hot bodyguard named SEVIKA for you.

TAGS: fucking in a bathroom stall, fingering, aftercare, sex starting out without emotional attachment, Sevika has a dick, car sex, cnc, vaginal penetration, reader is on birth control, mating press, mentions of getting caught, daddy kink, confession scene

WORD COUNT: 1.5k . . .

── .✦ Bodyguard!Sevika who is so strict about anything and everything.

Your security is no joke to her. She can and will police everything that you do, wear and sometimes even say. Your friends always give you weird looks because a hot forty-something year old woman is hot up your ass and tailing you everywhere because of your overprotective father's words.

“Who's that?” Stacey asked you during the lunch date.

“That's just my security… uh you can ignore her y'know?” You shot daggers at Sevika who stared back at you with the stoicism level of a rock. “What?”

“Nothing.”

── .✦ And now bodyguard!Sevika had you pushed up against the wall of a public bathroom stall while her mean fingers harshly pumped in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Oh my God! Oh! Baby, please, I'm sorry!” you gasped and choked on your sobs as her fingers worked faster in your pussy.

“Wanna act out again, princess?”

She sneered and curled her fingers at the right spot that made you feel so immense pleasure, you didn't know the line between pain and pleasure anymore. You just wanted to cum.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby, please…”

“Yeah? Don't wanna be my mean little diva anymore?” Sevika added in a third finger and slammed them inside you causing your breath to hitch, your glossy eyes widened as you grabbed her shoulder tightly.

Your nails dug into the fabric of her blazer, “Oh my— baby, please, your fingers are too deep inside, I can't, I really— I can't.” You sobbed.

“Can't what, princess?”

Sevika smirked in the dim light before she angled her fingers against your sweet spot. You were jelly in her arms now, your body slipping out of her grip and sweat sticking your baby hairs to your forehead.

“R-right there,” you managed to word out before your head tilted back against the door with a dull ‘thunk’ and you came undone all over her fingers. It was dirty.

Your liquids dripped down her wrist and onto the floor of the dirty bathroom stall. “Baby, I'm sorry…” your legs trembled under your weight before you were about to collapse to your knees.

Sevika held you up with a lazy, muscular arm. “There we go, no collapsing on me now. Let's get outta here and get you cleaned, yeah, princess?”

── .✦ Bodyguard!Sevika sat you on the counter of the bathroom and cleaned your thighs without a word. Your cunt throbbed from overstimulation as she gently wiped it down clean.

“You did so well for me, y'know? Being quiet and all,” Sevika muttered after a while as she disposed of the paper wipes. “If I hadn't known any better, I'd start thinking you're actually starting to like our little disciplining sessions.”

Your cunt clenched around nothing at all and your heart pounded in your chest. Just maybe, maybe if she knew this wasn't just a fling to you.

── .✦ “You're on the pill, right?” Bodyguard!Sevika is always aware of little things like birth control before she puts her dick inside you.

You nodded silently.

“Mhm…”

She pushed in slowly, penetrating your pussy with her big thick cock. Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed up feeling the foreign intrusion in your cunt. It was huge. The biggest you'd ever experienced, to be fair. You didn't know if you were ready for something so big to be practically impaling your insides.

“It's big,” your arms wrapped around her neck and she leaned in.

“Does it hurt a little or a lot?” Sevika kissed your forehead and moved a bit to make a few more inches sink inside.

“A lot,” you sniffled a reply before your eyes squeezed shut, a few tears soaking your temples. But then you felt her warm cinnamon tasting breath against your own and then—

Soft, plush lips against your own. You let her kiss you, deep and loving as her fingers tangled in the mess of your hair. You both were in the limo now and she was kissing you. Your bodyguard was kissing you in your limo!

This would've been the picture perfect confession scene if her dick wasn't in your pussy right now…

“Sevika,” you cooed her name when she pulled away.

“Yeah, angel? Want me to pull out?”

“N-No!” your legs instantly wrapped around her to keep her in place. “No, please.”

Sevika paused and then chuckled. “You're adorable.” she started moving�� gentle at the start making your body rock back and forth with her movements. She was so big she could barely move due to your tightness but you knew you both just needed time.

“You're so tight,” Sevika held your legs, having you fold for her as she started moving with a slow pace. Although every stroke was slow, it was deep and you felt her thick length stretching you out every time she bottomed out. “Such a pretty pussy all for me.”

“Sevika, you can go a bit rougher now…” you muttered shyly, a gasp issuing from you once she actually slammed inside.

All the air knocked out of your lungs as she set a brutal pace. Every thrust was merciless and designed to bring you closer and closer to losing your mind. Your eyes closed tightly.

“Oh Sevika, you're so big.”

Sevika gave you a prideful grin before her thumb found your clit and flicked it making you whine loudly. Her pace never ceased and your wetness caused her to slip back and forth with embarrassing ease. A lewd schlik schlik sound filled up the interior of the expensive limo. Oh, if your dad found out, this would be so humiliating.

“Watchu thinkin’ ‘bout?” Sevika bottomed out and you mewled.

“This is so risky,” you breathed out, “What if we get caught?”

“Yeah? Daddy's little princess getting fucked by her bodyguard? Makes for a rather cringe story, don't you think?” Sevika chuckled deep and hot before her thumb pressed your clit. “Focus on my dick. Your little brain can only do so much at once.”

You nodded, mouth slack and open as she continued using your slut hole to her heart’s content. Your toes curled, nearing your orgasm.

“Baby, you're so— oh, fuck, I think— I think I'm gonna cum!” Your eyebrows curled up and you grabbed ahold of Sevika's clothed shoulders. Sevika leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss as she continued pounding you in. Her big, girthy cock drilled in your tight pussy causing the knot to twist in your lower abdomen. “I'm cumming,” you mumbled inaudibly in the kiss, your thighs quivering. Sevika didn't stop and continued thrusting, her hips working faster than before. “I'm sensitive…” you whined.

“Hold out just a bit, princess, daddy's close.”

Your cheeks flushed hearing the title she referred to herself with. “Daddy,” your legs fell to her sides and you squeezed her length with your pussy. “Daddy, harder…”

Sevika's breath hitched and her pace picked up, causing the limo to shake with her pace as she rammed in your swollen pussy. You gasped and grabbed her harder than before. “Daddy, please, I'm gonna cum again!”

“So soon?” Sevika taunted before she grunted. “I'm close too, wanna cum together, princess?” Her voice was barely audible.

You nodded, “Yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes!”

Sevika thrusted one last time and you broke, cumming over her lower abdomen and dick which pulsated before covering your insides with thick ropes of semen.

“So warm,” you giggled, watching as she pulled out and rested her member on top of your soaked pussy.

“You look beautiful, all full of me,” Sevika took a breather, grabbing the water bottle beside her and uncapping it.

“Sevika,” you called, looking away from embarrassment as you twisted and played with your fingers, “W-what are we? You don't need to put a label if you don't wanna, I just— I don't do flings and— and— it's all so new to me and I don't wanna be led on by anything and I— I'm sorry I just ruined the moment, didn't I?”

Sevika didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer you, she calmly sipped her water and put it aside. She took her blazer off, loosening her tie.

“Sevi—?!”

You were cut off when she kissed you. Your eyes were wide, feeling the way her tongue just delved inside so easily, taking your surprise to her advantage. She held your waist as she deepened the kiss and your eyes slowly dropped shut. You melted in her arms. How could you not? Those were very muscular arms. She pulled away after a significant amount of time, a small smile playing at her lips.

“That answer your question, princess?”

[ladycharlottexoxo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who wants to come back home to her pretty wife making dinner. she buries her face in your shoulder and sniffs you like a puppy but you love her.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who has some shitty days and some absolutely shitty days, so she comes home to her pretty wife and puts her face in your lap. “bad day?” “mhm...”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who you have to lull to sleep because she's seen so much shit, she gets nightmares. she thrashes sometimes, you have to pull her to your chest and stroke her back, “youre not on the streets, im here.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who needs you to bathe her when she feels too tired to move, muscles aching and cuts dripping with blood. you patch her up and give her a bubble bath because big bad butch sevika deserves the best of the best.

[doiliedaze]

Pretty Thing

Warnings: somno, dub-con, restless/trouble sleeping reader, reader shaking ass, established relationship, Sevika makes reader smoke (weed), play wrestling turns to man handling, Sevika orders reader around, fingering (r! receiving), groping, praise (r! receiving)

Genre: smut, fluff

A/n: DARK FIC!! Thank you @bambishaven hope you enjoy this!!

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You know that when you feel your thoughts swarm your head that you aren't gonna be able to sleep. This the fifth time this month and you don't even know how many times in general you've felt like this! Regardless you're fucking exhausted and want some damn sleep.

So instantly you jump into your routine and hope to fall asleep! Setting up affirmations and soft music on the laptop while doing some skincare.

Although the lighting is dim and the music is soft you can still feel your brain full force! While your mochi face mask dries you decided to get into some comfort pajamas and check on your hair under your strawberry bonnet knowing you probably shifted something already.

The mix on your laptop ended and a suggested playlist started to play. You were tryna keep everything low energy but when you heard "Freak Hoe" flow through your speakers you had to shake some ass!

You scurry from the bathroom to the floor length mirror in your room as you look back at it!! The movements of your ass eating up them shorts!

It definitely took your energy but wasn’t enough to make you sleepy, just huff and puff.

You open the window and let the cold air hit your face calming you down!

In your heart of hearts you know the one thing that’ll put you to sleep; Sevika.

The sensual scent of smoke and mocha. Her luring voice and big hands. Her natural confidence, all of her just makes you relax.

The clock reads 2:00 am so you know she’s up but you don’t wanna bother her!

Fate was on your side because she called two minutes later, asking to come over. So now you wait patiently by the door.

You didn’t have to as she has a key but it gave you an advantage to jump on her when she entered!

“Woah? There’s no need for this much energy I thought I’d find you in bed wallowing at least.” She chuckles as she adjusts you in her arms.

“Nope had to wait for my Vika! And I can’t sleep but it’s more so about you!”

Her grey eyes soften as she notices the restlessness behind those pretty brown eyes.

“Lemme make you something” she whispers as she pecked your nose. “Only if you want”

“Well I do so just sit and relax for me okay?”

Silently you walk to the couch as you relax your body and watch her get to work. Zoning in on her back muscles when she takes her jacket off. Her wife pleaser hugging her just right!

The smells in the kitchen start to flow into your nose and your heart swoons. Your big bad girlfriend is making you Khichdi.

“Here” she states as she places it in front of you.

“Did you poke a smiley face into it?”

“Thought you’d like it…” she grumbles slightly flustered.

“I do! Thank you vika” you kiss her flesh knuckle then her metal ones.

Honestly sleep was starting to seep into you especially after the meal and Sevika carrying you to bed. But there is something itching to keep you up and it’s almost 4 am!

“Take this” she whispers as she hands you the pre-roll. Never opposed to a puff here and there you take it.

You were expecting the weed to lull you at least a little but it gave you an energy of sorts.

“Alright we gotta do something to tire me!” You whine feeling bad about keeping your girlfriend up but you need this!

“I could fuck you to sleep”

“That was so corny” you laugh and with a half smile she says, “can’t be so corny if I’ve done it before!”

“Girl no you haven’t!”

“Oh really?” She says as she snatched you up. Instinctively you push her away with your feet. That put some distance between y’all but she ends up slamming you onto the bed.

“Okay she-hulk!”

“Fuck you” She snorts then clears her throat, “let me help you fall asleep though”

“Just thirsty for it huh?”

“Shut the fuck up before I leave!” She says letting your wrist go and your hands shoot up to grab her torso, “please don’t go!”

“Why not you’re being a brat?”

“I’ll be good, I promise” you say as you take another hit of the blunt finally feeling the smoke in your head take over.

Her eyes lock onto yours as she leans in for a kiss and you just blow smoke onto her face.

A smile twitches on Sevikas lips as she takes the blunt. “Can’t keep your promises for shit huh?”

Before you could respond she pushes you off the bed, “damn!” You laugh as you lay sprawled out on the floor.

“Get the fuck up.” When you heard her tone you pop up, wobbly but quickly!

She was laid back against your bed frame and her eyes narrowly stare at you. Her pointer finger beckons you over and you listen.

She makes you wait like a dumb puppy before she pats her lap. Eager you sit down and let your back sink into her chest, craning your neck to look up at her.

Her scent and the need not to piss her off makes you relax in her embrace, stressing your little mind out on how to be good for her.

Sevikas hand caresses your inner thigh as she sees you drift off to sleep.

“Finally” she mutters to her herself as she moves those flimsy excuse of sleeping shorts out her fingers way so she can enter your welcoming cunt!

Her mechanical hand gliding under your shirt to play with your nipple. Squeezing and pulling them. You sleepily moan her name causing her to smile, “such a good girl when you wanna be” she whispers.

She uses her foot to open you leg up more to give her fingers a deeper access.

Her middle and ring finger beginning to pick up the place.

“Got you all to myself—fuck you’re such a pretty little thing” she mutters as the squelches of your pussy makes her clit throb.

“Vika” you moan, big brown eyes looking up at her through your lashes.

“Yes baby girl?”

You mutter incoherently and she just smiles, “be quiet okay?” Sleepily you nod, “good job” she snickers, enjoying how reliant you are on her.

Sevika speeds her fingers up and your hips shake but your jaw is slack against her. “This is my pussy yeah? Mine to take…fuck you keep sucking me up.” She groans as the sensation of you clenching around her heightens as you reach your orgasm.

Quickly her fingers retract to rub circles on your clit to help you ride out your high and to kneed the plush of your breast.

She sucks on her fingers as her head rests against the headboard while she calms herself down. Gently she rolls you off and on your side, hand never leaving your boob.

Sevika drifts off into sleep holding you tight as the cool night air flows into the room from a forgotten open window.

Next time you’ll cut the chase and call Sevika the moment you can’t sleep.

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A/n: wait dolls outta all the somno fics i wrote i think this one and Abby are my favorites! I hope y’all loved it and honestly I need this irl LMAOOOO

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos @artemisdreamfairie @ellabswife

Dividers- @dollywons

[littlelovelunette]

sevika x reader, where she accidentally hurts reader during sex and doesn’t realize until she’s crying

So Sorry

Contains overstimulation, strap

Sevika was thrusting her strap into you after you've had your fifth orgasm and she doesn't seem like she'll stop anytime soon.

Straps, vibrators, handcuffs...

It'd been a while. A while since she's had you pressed so firmly against mattress and knocked the air out of your lungs— ramming into your reddened hole.

Your toes curled, head thrown back and pussy swollen— you were a whimpering mess. "Please."

Another plea fell past your lips and fell on deaf ears. The squelching sounds, the smell of sex in the room it was all too much.

As Sevika angled a second thrust somewhere deeper inside your pussy you let out a sharp cry and tears fell past your temples, you reached forward wrapping your arms around Sevika tightly and she got the gist.

"Shit, angel, that hurt too bad?" Sevika looked at you with concerned eyes, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to gauge your expression.

"H-hurts..." You whimpered and cried against her shoulder.

"Fuck..." Sevika pulled the toy out, taking it off and discarding it somewhere in the bedroom as her muscular arm encircled around your frame, mechanical arm anchoring your weight closer to her.

"I'm sorry, my love." She whispered in your ear and all you could do was hold onto the hem of her shirt and cry in her arms.

A while later, after you'd calmed down, the ache in your genitalia was dulled and didn't hurt too bad anymore.

"It feels a little better." You mumbled in a small voice into her ear making Sevika smile.

"C'mon, let's get you a bubble bath then. Or do you wanna just sleep?" Sevika rubbed your back with her flesh hand, trying to be as gentle as ever. Her voice was soft filled with worry and something akin to anxiety.

"Can I sleep? Bath later?" You asked looking up at her through your lashes.

"Of course, baby."

As you slept, you felt safe in Sevika's arms even though just a bit ago she made you feel like she tore your cunt apart.

"I love you, bunny." Sevika kissed your forehead.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Cherishing Her Touch

|| Sevika x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader's upset, reasoning is altered for whatever you want, Sevika averting reader's touch which leads to her being upset, reader cries, Sevika tries to comfort, little dialogue, brief swearing, mentions of vulnerability

|| Summary; when avoiding another hug attempt from reader, Sevika doesn't realize what happens next before it's too late.

Requests closed!

Started; December 11th

Finished; December 11th

HurtCember2024; Day 10, Touch Aversion

Author Note; running a little behind on all my fics, this challenge, my series stuff and requests. hoping to at least get my request stuff done before christmas. thank you for being patient :)

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Dating someone who always tried to be tough wasn't easy. Sevika was exactly that type of person. She wasn't one to show vulnerability often. To her, letting someone touch her was showing vulnerability. She didn't like it. In fact, at the start of your relationship with her you couldn't count the amount of times she completely averted your touch. Making the extra effort to dodge your attempts.

It only stopped when she realized how upset she was making you. You'd been having a rough day and went to her, seeking a hug. You'd snuck up behind Sevika when she was focused on her work. The hug caught her off guard and she moved you off her. Your lip trembled and the waterworks couldn't be stopped. Normally it wasn't something that made you cry, but you were already having a rough day as it was. That was your finale straw. Sevika didn't notice right away that you were crying. Until she heard your little sniffles. When she noticed she felt bad.

Really bad. Sevika turned to you with a frown. There was hesitation in her eyes for a moment before her hand cupped your cheek. Bringing you in close. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't... well, she'd never done this before. She wasn't even sure she was doing it right. But then you hugged her. Tight, too. Damn you really had a strong grip. The doubt if she was doing this right faded into the background. Being replaced with thoughts of making you feel safe. Wondering who/what caused this. Obviously Sevika knew that she had been your finale straw, but she wondered what could have happened before that. You were tough.

One of the toughest people Sevika knew. But, you did have a softer side to you. You could balance the two in ways she never could. That was one of the many things she admired about you. You were never afraid to show vulnerability, unlike herself. Right now, Sevika was kind of just copying what she had seen you do for other people. Giving hugs. She added in an awkward head pat that you snuggled right into. Cherishing her touch. After all, it wasn't often you got it. So you soaked up the moment.

There was a long silence while Sevika waited for you to settle. Knowing it would be useless talking to you when you were crying. She wouldn't have been able to understand you through your sobs.

"What happened?" Sevika asked once she was sure you had calmed down. At least enough to talk. You explained your entire day to her. Sevika listened to every word. Frowning the more she listened. You'd really been sent through the ringer today, hadn't you?

Sevika kept you in her arms. Feeling no rush to move away from you. Like she normally would have. She... honestly, it felt kind of nice. Would she ever tell you that? Fuck no. But she did like it. And in that moment, she realized she really did really love you.

If it had been someone that hurt you, Sevika would make sure to make them regret it. And if it had just been a bunch of stuff that overwhelmed you, if it wasn't already done she'll take care of it for you. But she would hold off on that until later. Right now, you were her focus.

[sevikaslatinawife]

Sevika who uses your tits as a stress ball.

Who leans down to press her forehead to your shoulder and just pull your shirt enough to slide her hands beneath them and cup your breasts. Just softly pawing at them and sighing into your shoulder.

"Always so soft," she would grumble against you while she squeezes your breasts. You could feel her body relax against your back.

You just hum and press your chest into her hands more. "Stressful day?" You know the answer but simply want the reaction she gives every time.

"You have no fuckin' clue," she would say and pinch your nipples in her fingers, rolling them hard. You would groan and tilt your head back.

[knightesspo]

Your first interaction with Sevika, your last interaction with Sevika ( everyone is alive, dw!!!).

[sevsbunny]

So something I've been thinking about is how after Sev becomes a Councilor how she probably couldn't, or shouldn't, visit Babette's anymore due to "appearances" (we could say she doesn't give a shit about those, but her "you look weak" to Vander tells me otherwise :) ). I think there would be a more private, fancier brothel in Piltover for 'elites' (maybe not even called a brothel?) And I was wondering how Sevika would navigate that as she gets more pent up with her new status. :) Girls probably act different there too.

Sorry this is anon, my own thoughts embarrassing me. Lmao.

taking it slow

councilwoman!sevika x brothel!reader

not sure with the word count on this one!

18+ ! sensual touching, light teasing, oral / fingering (sevika!) light hair pulling, reader admires the shit out of sevika. sevika is a little shy coming here. just taking care of sevika <3 switch!sevika & reader.

i’m aware that when she’s councilwoman she has her cunt ass bob but for the sake of this fic…she has her old hair. however! there will be other parts to this so…she will have her bob back

EIGHTEEN PLUS. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

sevika was extremely nervous as she walked up to the brothel doors, a few months after the fact that she became councilwoman.

it was hard being as big as she was going out to places like these — it could ruin her status and make the citizens of zaun look weak, like she has other things on her mind. respect her less, even.

she struggled a lot with wondering what she can do that’ll make her happy, without worrying different members of the board. after all, it was her downtime to get a break. she just hated her telling her in the back of her head, ‘don’t fuck this up.’

fortunately though, the higher end brothel piltover offered was of gold status — and it seems like some people who worked as guards in the palace also frequented.

she surveyed the area, the wet air moistening by the minute after a particularly hard rainfall a few hours earlier. she took out a small bag of coins, tossing them to the brothel bodyguard at the front, a head nod from the man after he poked through the pouch and he opened the velvet curtain for her to step through.

she knew there was no way to conceal who she was coming into this place, her stature at 6 foot made her stand out like a sore thumb, along with this deep ruby red cape she wore to conceal her mech arm when it wasn’t in use too much.

she kept her eyes forward, looking through her peripheral vision to see bodies on bodies together. there were suede couches set up against the wall, some arranged in funky places to create a more intimate circle of people. tables littered with cups of alcohol, ashtrays of cigars and joints ashes out or still lit.

skin on skin was everywhere, the sound of moans reverberated over the music and to her ears, making her body shiver. she hadn’t heard anything like this in such a long time, she was worried she’d be overwhelmed with the amount of stimuli until she saw you.

standing there with a hip popped out, you had on a deep purple two piece — a dark purple leather crop vest on your chest that dipped low into your clevage, matched with a dark purple leather skirt that hugged your hips, and if you bent over enough she’d be able to see your clothed pussy. two amethyst stud earrings were in your ears, matched with a black and purple collar that was adorning your neck — the metal loop in the middle in the shape of a heart with a small diamond hanging on the end of the heart.

you wore no makeup, you were gorgeous even under the different colored lights in the brothel. she caught her breath in her throat when you looked over at her, your eyes widening just a smudge before you settled on giving her a short wave

blushing as she averts her gaze, she brushes past people in the crowd as she made her way towards the bar you were standing at. her skin was on fire being this close to you, something she didn’t know she’d ever be able to feel around someone else.

“haven’t seen you before,” the classic pickup line left your sweet lips and ran right through her soul. she perked up after ordering her drink. she nodded, an elbow leaned up against the bar table, her body moving to face you

she had to look down at you, really. you were that short to her.

easy to toss around.

“what brings you in? or i should be asking, who?” you swirl around the drink in your hand she didn’t notice you had, your eyes locked with hers as she struggled to find something to say

what the fuck was wrong with her? she’s never not been able to speak to someone, let alone a gorgeous girl like you.

after a few moments of unspoken silence, you shrug, taking a swig of your drink as the bartender pushes sevika’s drink towards her. “not much of a talker, huh? that’s okay. most people come to suck and fuck before having a drink and conversation.”

it was true, that’s the normal clientele that came through here did, even if they paid good enough they were still assholes. working in piltover did give you a pretty penny, but at what cost?

“just here to look,” sevika finally responded, her voice cracking from lack of usage. she cleared her throat before taking a long swig of her drink, the cool liquid running down her throat and into her system.

she would need a few more with how uptight she was feeling right now.

“look?” you questioned, leaning against the bar as you look up at her. “like you’re shopping for something?” she shakes her head, realizing how she must’ve sounded when she said that

“no! i didn’t mean it like that i…” she huffed, watched you shift from foot to foot waiting for an explanation. “this is just my first time coming as…councilwoman…” she whispers the last part, as if some people didn’t notice her here already.

you hummed at her response, taking it in and going over it in your mind before settling with a solution. “that’s okay, baby. everyone is new somewhere.” you laid a hand on her arm, the arm not covered by her deep ruby red cloak. she feels goose flesh pimple over her skin before she feels her cheeks burn.

you can tell she’s nervous, her shoulders are locked up, you can tell she she hasn’t shaken that, ‘someone is watching me,’ mindset with the way her eyes dart from each exit, looking at everyone in the crowd to remember a face just incase something goes sideways.

you run your thumb on her forearm to soothe her, and at first is kinda throws her off, eyes darting down to where your thumb is rubbing her skin.

“it’s okay, come on. let’s go somewhere quieter.” you say, your tone sweet and gentle as you pull on her arm softly. without her thinking, her feet started moving along with you, following you towards the back. you part open a curtain that looks similar to the one up front, revealing a long hallway of various doors on each side

you don’t say anything as you walk down with sevika’s forearm still in your hold. sort of felt like you were walking your own pet with how big and tall she was. it made your skin shiver with the amount of authority sevika held and how easy it was to get her to calm down and follow you.

“my rooms near the end.” you say, but sevika isn’t really paying too much attention. she grunts in response so you don’t think she ignored you — but she’s more focused on the other rooms with some doors left ajar and wide open.

bodies inside having sex, smoking weed, laying and touching each other. sometimes there were parties of 4+ people, making sevika’s head snap towards the front.

she wasn’t sure why she felt so…awkward when it came to sex now a days. she felt anxious most days, out of place along the seats of piltover people, wearing gold and admonishing their money towards everyone who would listen. she felt out of place, like she wasn’t meant to be here.

she also hadn’t touched another girl in months.

“just down here.” you say again, your hold still gentle on her arm as you pull her up towards your room. a sign on the outside decorated in pretty font with stickers all attatched to the door, she knew it was your room without you telling her.

you unlock the door and turn on the light, pulling her inside. there she looks at your room.

she’s met with the strong scent of rose water and vanilla, some candles look like they had been burned prior to your leaving of your room. she looks around, a four poster bed in the center with baby pink silk sheets, pillows to match and a few stuffed animals on the comforter.

there was a bookshelf that was over flowing with books at this point, she wasn’t sure if the shelves would be able to hold any longer. you didn’t have any things on your walls, explaining that even if you lived here full time — the room still technically wasn’t yours. she commented on the door full of stickers but you laughed and shrugged. “they can take the money from my paycheck.”

in the far corner you had a desk. filled with loose leaf pieces of paper and a few different ink bottles with black quill pens. on the other side of the large desk there was an alter.

candles half burned and old wax running down the sticks. there was a big pink conch shells sitting in the center with pink pearls loosely draped over the shell. around the candle and the conch shells sitting was various items — old pocket change, dried up flowers that looked like carnations and roses, a small glass jar of sand with some other smaller shells, and an over abundance of gold jewelry.

“Aphrodite,” you speak up behind sevika which has her startled, jumping gently in her skin. you come up behind her with a little lighter reaching for one of the pink candlesticks. you held the flame to the wick and watched it burn as you placed it back on the candle holder.

sevika watched the flame flicker slowly at first, before it rose in a straight line and stayed like that for a while. “she’s really nice to work with. especially while here.” you comment, taking a small gold ring from your pinky finger that was adorned with a small ruby, onto the altar right next to one of the old coins

“have you worked with her long?” she asked gently, watching your movements as you nod your head with a soft smile on your face. you walk over to your bed, curling a leg under you as you sit half on and half off the bed. sevika looks around and finds a plush chair with a blanket draped on the back in the corner of your room with a small side table and night lamp on top.

she takes a seat, keeping her arms on the arm rest and relaxing her fingers, and trying to keep her eyes on anywhere except your body. her brain swims back and forth with a long list of bad possibilities of what could happen with her sitting in a place like this.

first of all she could get her title ripped away, not like she wanted it anyways. it was situational. then she wouldn’t be able to protect her people, the ones who meant the most to her. second of all…what if someone busted her? someone called in a anonymous tip to the committee? then she’d surely get fucked.

but the way you were looking at her, your eyes soft and gazing over her figure like you were drinking her in, trying to figure her out — her heart rate slowed. she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening them again, to meet your gaze right back.

you seemed a bit startled, gasping a soft breath as her eyes look towards you and she could see a subtle red blush on her cheeks. you brought your other leg on your bed, before sitting criss cross and your hands in your lap.

“you’re pretty, you know that?” the little laugh that left her lips told you that she didn’t get told that very often. you spread your legs out before moving back against your pillows and smiling. “what?”

sevika hadn’t been called pretty in…well has anyone actually called her pretty like that?

“what makes me pretty, doll?” your breath caught in your throat at the nickname that played on her lips, her eyelids lowering just a smidge, enough for you to notice the gaze in her eyes darkening.

“well…” you get up from your bed, sauntering your way over to her. your feet were bare now in your room, the only sound in the space was the way your foot pressed against the plush carpet with each step towards her, and the soft breathing from the two of you. she swore you could hear her heart hammering in her chest.

you came to her side, your finger trialing along her exposed forearm, her eyes darting up the expanse of the skin up to sevika’s chest, where multiple straps and buttons kept her tightly in her clothes.

your fingers itched to undo them slowly, run your lips down her skin and between her breasts, just to hear how she sounded. you licked your lips before shaking your head to yourself. she wasnt comfortable with that, she didn’t seem comfortable being here in the first place. you knew that wasn’t the case, that sevika had frequented places like this before but only in zaun. but you figured being councilwoman made her tense.

you kept your finger trailing up her arm to her shoulder, before tucking in a stray piece of her hair that fell from her half bun, right behind her ear. “first of all, you smell really good.” she chuckled, looking up at you as she taps her mech fingers slowly on the leather chair. “like sandalwood, smoke,” you whispered gently.

“your eyes…breathtakingly easy to get lost in.” you trailed off as you walked behind her, your hand coming to cup the bottom of her chin as you stood right behind her head. you pulled her head back enough to look down into her eyes, her uneven full lips parted as a soft breaths escapes her throat.

she blinks at you, and you blink back, eyes trailing over the scars and blemishes that decorate her warm, brown skin. your thumb runs over her bottom lip softly, pulling on it enough to make it wobble back into place when you release it. you keep her gaze for a second, your fingers going to undo the clasp that held her cloak together.

she resisted from stopping you, knowing you wouldn’t make a move on her without asking her first. the way you were touching her, softly and gently as you list out the things you find pretty about her. her head swims full with just the feeling of you touching her skin, the sound of your voice light on her ears.

your hands come to pull the cape off entirely, hanging it up quickly on the hook next to the door before coming to her left side with her mech hand. “and this, i mean…” you trail your finger tips down the smooth gold metal of her arm. you watched in real time as the gears ticked back and forth, forever having her arm on the go. “this is beautiful.” you murmur softly, looking up to meet sevika’s anxious gaze.

you pouted your pretty pink lips, making the anxiety go for a moment as she looked at you. “what is it, doll?” she turns her head slightly as she looks at you curiously, her eyes darting between your eyes, to your nose and quickly to your lips before she snaps back to your eyes.

“can i touch you?” you ask softly, a silent permission to say no if she so desired. but the way you were looking at her right now as you moved in between her spread out thighs, your own bare thighs touching hers, she couldn’t help but nod.

you smiled gently as you grab a soft pillow from your bed before sink to your knees, your hands running over the fabric of her thick thighs. “gonna need you to say something, angel.” you asked softly , digging your nails gently into her thighs. she shuddered softly, the authority written all over your face.

“yes, you can touch me baby.” her voice is low, barely above a whisper as your eyes darken. you smile in response, leaning to give her knees two quick kisses before your hands come up the expanse of her thighs and to her pants button

you pop it open with ease, sliding the zipper down and with sevika’s help as she lifts her hips, her pants come off in one swift movement. you discard them next to you, eyeing her clothed cunt. you look up at her and meet her gaze, her eyes lids lowering, pupils widening.

you lean in, your nose bumping against her clothed clit. you inhale deeply, smelling her arousal and mail, your mouth watering to get a taste of her. you lick a soft stripe up her clothed cunt, a shudder leaving her lips as she watches you with a lustful gaze.

“can i taste you?” you ask softly, eyelashes batting up at her as she nods quickly, moving to push her boxers down before your hands rested on hers, sopping her movements. “let me, baby.” you coo, authority dripping form your tone but your gaze is gentle as you speak to her.

she feels her cunt throb at the action.

you leaned forward, taking your fingers and hooking it into the crotch of her underwear, drinking in the feeling of how wet she made the fabric. she lets out a soft gasp as you reveal her wet cunt to you, the cool air hitting her lips and making her shiver.

“another thing that’s pretty is this pussy,” you breathe out, looking up at her momentarily before you take your other hand and thumb her clit slowly, pulling the hood up just a bit to reveal the rest of her swollen clit.

her hips jerked in reaction, a grunt leaving her throat as you sat there and touched her, softly. you didn’t do anything else with your hands, your eyes just fixated on the way her cunt clenches gently in anticipation, under her gaze.

leaning in, your tongue poked out jsut enough to circle around her clit, tasting her on your tongue instantly. you let out a soft groan as you taste her, your eyes rolling shut as you position your hands to keep her thighs spread wide for you.

“fuck…” she breathes out, leaning back in her chair and moving her hips forward to give you better access to her cunt. your tongue makes slow movements, licking down her clit, her folds and to her dripping hole. you circle the tip of your tongue around her entrance, making her flesh hand come to grip the back of your head.

“don’t tease me, babygirl.” she groans as she pushes your face a bit further into her cunt. you obey her command, gripping her thighs as you slip your tongue into her cunt, warm and wet around the muscle. you moan, and you can tell she’s enjoying herself as she starts to needily grind her hips against your face

“just like that, shit…” she tips her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she focuses on the languid motions of your tongue against her folds, lapping up every single drip of slick that falls from her pussy. you could feel her arousal stick to your chin and cheeks, dripping down the chair and onto your skin.

you didn’t care, you loved how messy she was getting, her moans getting louder and deeper with each thrust of your tongue fucking into her hole. you brought one hand from her thigh as you pressed your thumb against her clit, firmly rubbing circles as you continues the assault of your tongue on her cunt

she squeezes your tongue, making a moan rip from your throat against her. she feels the vibrations of your moan rip through her from her cunt, her hips bucking against your face. you took your other hand, her legs staying spread, as you took your tongue from her hole. she whined in protest from the loss of your muscle, but shortly letting out a groan as you slip two of your fingers into her hole.

“there you go, baby. you like that?” you ask gently, peering up at her and watching as her chest rise and falls each each thrust of your fingers, moans slipping form her lips.

she lets out a whimpered, ‘yes,’ her back arching off the chair as she lets go of the armrests of the chair and right to your head, fingers digging into your hair and pushing you closer to her cunt, if that was even possible.

“pretty moans,” you moan against her as you suck her clit harshly, circling your tongue and flicking her clit as she moans out, riding your face and grinding messily into you. “you gonna cum, vika?” she moans in response, her cunt clenched your fingers as she meets your gaze, a fucked our expression across her features.

“fuck, yes, please i’m gonna cum…” he grips your hair as you feel her cunt squeezes your fingers as she cums, tasting her squirt on your tongue which made you moan as the taste, your fingers slipping easily in and out of her puffy cunt.

“that’s it, thank you vika, fuck…” you moan against her, feeling your cunt clenching and clit throbbing at the whole ordeal, how she spread for you like this in your chair, leaving herself vulnerable for you to take.

and you fucking have.

she frowns as she’s wheats you thank her for cumming against your tongue as you slip your fingers slowly from her cunt and into your mouth, sucking the digits while looking up at her

you lower face was covered in her slick, dripping down your chin. she leans forward quickly before you can even blink an eye, gripping g the back of your head with her metal hand and her flesh hand coming to grip your chin.

she pushes her lips against yours, moaning as she tastes herself on your tongue as she pulls you closer, a shim pier leaving your lips. you felt your body melt into the plush floor below you, into her touch and lost in the way her lips felt against yours.

she pulls away after a moment, her lips shiny with spit and her slick, eyes heavy lidded as she stares as you. “my turn to list all the things pretty about you now, doll.”

[arcaneadvi]

SWEEEET BABY JESUS LOOK AT THOSE BICEPS

[lunescore]

WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO LOSE?

VAMPIRE!SEVIKA X BROTHEL WORKER!READER

→ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

CONTENT: blood kink, fingering, blood sucking, dizziness and impending unconsciousness, strap riding, mild degradation, aftercare included, squirting mentioned, bruising, praising/praise kink, strap referred as Sevika’s cock, tit stimulation mentioned, sweaty sex, cliffhanger ending.

Sevika felt the fatigue in her bones, sinking in deep and causing almost every step to stagger. She walked past the threshold of Babette's, her brows knitted together as she walked to the counter.

Babbette smiled up at her, “I was expecting you.” She said slowly.

Sevika didn't say anything. “Where's my regular?”

She asked, peering around to look for you. You were her regular girl, the only one in the brothel who knew how to take it from her. Sevika was brutal, relentless. And you knew her tiny little secret. That she was a vampire. Sevika saw you standing at the doorway, arm resting on the door as a lazy smirk tugged at your glossed lips.

“I've been waiting.”

Sevika crossed the room in sharp, short strides and within seconds she was in your face. She tilted your chin up, there was bloodlust in her eyes and you could tell that she was starving. The coldness of her hands, the twitch of her brow, the way her teeth gritted from the sharp pain spreading across her entire body and tightening around her throat like a vice— you could read her like an open book.

“Come.” You led her inside and gave Babette a polite smile which she offered back. The door closed behind the both of you and the lock clicked in place. “How long haven't you fed on blood?”

“Just a little.” Sevika took her poncho off, her breath ragged.

“You need blood.” you said in a firm tone.

“I need pussy.” Sevika argued.

“I think you need both.” you laughed.

There was a moment of silence and you knew Sevika would never allow her ego to lower just enough to ask to feed off on your blood. But the way her breath caught in her throat every time she exhaled tugged at your heart strings. She deserved relief and this was pure torture. You moved closer, Sevika backed. She didn't want to hurt you. It was evident in her eyes. Despite whatever went on in the bedroom, you knew Sevika was just a gentle soul and didn't want to hurt anyone innocent. You took another step closer and this time she didn't back away, she stared at you, confused. She didn't know what you were doing.

“You should stay away, I'm not safe for humans like right now.”

You paused. Your jaw clenched. “Then why are you here?”Sevika didn't answer. You pressed. “Why? Why are you here, Sevika? You're here for my blood, just admit it.”

“I'm not.” Her voice cracked. It was soft. She didn't mean it and deep down she knew that too. She pressed her lips in a thin line, “I know you think I'm just some monster right now—”

You slammed your lips against her. The kiss was all teeth and saliva dripped down your chin but you didn't care. So what if it was messy? Messy was good. Sevika's hand hovered but then rested on your waist and she allowed herself to melt in the kiss, your pussy throbbed in your lingerie. You needed her fangs inches deep in your skin. Right now.

“Bite me.”

You whispered against her lips before you kissed her deeper. Sevika couldn't hold back any longer. As if the constant tension in the room wasn't enough, her sex drive sure wasn't helping restraining herself. Sevika took a step back, but this time she didn't hesitate. She picked you up and threw you onto the mattress before she pinned your body down with her own.

“You really want me to bite you?”

You gave her a subtle nod, lips parting as if you'd say something but you didn't. You loved basking in this level of intimacy. Sevika's teeth grazed the column of your throat before she moved to the side.

“You smell sweet,” her voice trembled before her fangs bared— sharp, big, pointy.

And they sunk in your throat deep. Your warm blood hit Sevika's tongue and life bounced back in her eyes. Her veins felt hotter, you swore you could feel her clit throbbing through her pants as she pressed against your body desperately. It hurt, but it also felt good and it was too good. Your eyes squeezed close and your hands found her hair, stroking gently.

“O-oh, Janna, I never thought this would actually happen,” you said breathily, “This is surreal.”

Sevika didn't say anything, too distracted with your neck as she drank on and on. Your head was dizzy but your panties were wet and you needed her, you grinded against her thigh with a needy little moan causing Sevika's head to jerk back. Her eyes darted to where the little fang marks had formed at the side of your neck, an angry red color blooming across the skin and a little trickle of blood following.

She leaned down and swiped it off using her tongue and smiled. “Fuck, I missed the taste of blood.”

“You can always just drink from me,” your eyes met hers, “I can always be your personal little blood bag.”

Sevika opened her mouth as if to deny but you grabbed her hand and shoved them down your pants just so her knuckles would brush against your panties, the crotch of it. And her mouth froze, brain clicking and a teasing smirk formed on her lips.

“Oh, you naughty little slut.” She dragged your panties down, leaving them around your knees before her thumb pressed and circled around your clit in desperate, tightly traced circles. “You got turned on getting your blood sucked? Damn, you're quite the piece of work.”

“Are you gonna continue spewing nonsense or are we gonna fuck already?” You said with a smug grin causing Sevika to roll her eyes.

Her fingers plunged inside without warning making you whimper aloud as they curled against your g-spot, merciless thrusts causing you to get dizzier than before. Her fingers were amazing, they were magic. She knew where to twist and where to curl. She was perfect. Your eyes disappeared behind the lids, only the whites of them visible as your toes curled. She was really stealing you away.

“Baby, please,” you moaned loudly.

Sevika chuckled, she loved it when you submitted so easily. She pulled her fingers all the way out before shoving them right back inside all the way to her knuckles making you whimper.

“Only two fingers,” she uttered, soft and dangerous against your ear, “And you're already a mess.”

“You're such an asshole.” You gasped when she kissed your neck and fucked you harder.

It had been a while since Sevika had finished fingering you and you'd squirted all over and now you both laid on the big fluffy bed, naked. Sevika gave you a small tug, and you turned to face her.

“I'm exhausted.” You said seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Get the strap.” Sevika ordered, licking her teeth.

“Baby—” you began.

“Do as I say, angel.”

Your pussy clenched and you nodded before getting off the bed. Your feet hit the cold floor and you bent down to open the drawer and out came the beautiful purple beastly strap. It was a good eight and a half inches with a delicious curve to it and silicone veins and stood out giving the toy ridges to feel while it's inside you.

Sevika took it from you and clicked the harness in place.

You were spread out on the bed for her, moaning softly as Sevika entered you— she started off slow and her hands massaged your breasts gently while she moved. “You okay?” She asked and you nodded, she gave you a comforting smile.

“Oh, Sevika, you're so deep inside,” the strap slammed inside and a loud scream echoed off the walls, your hips arched into her as she thrusted brutally.

Her fingers wrapped around your waist, mechanical fingers leaving bruises in their wake as she pounded your body so hard, you swore you were at the verge of passing out from pleasure alone.

Sevika's strap bottomed out with a wet squelch and an even hotter impact, your body felt like it was on fire and your legs had long gone limp. Sevika was still fucking you, she was barely even panting actually. Her stamina was unmatched, her pace ruthless and unrelenting. Your face scrunched up, a small sob issuing from you.

“My pretty little blood bag,” she thrusted.

Plwop, plwop, plwop.

“You're gonna cum on this dick, yeah?” Sevika rested her flesh hand on top of your knee and your pussy practically swallowed up her cock.

You nodded, your movements sloppy and uncoordinated before a small “ungh” left your lips and your tummy coiled. Again. And, again.

Then it snapped.

This time it was a weaker spray than before, your liquid still squirting out at a decent pace, sticking to Sevika's abs as they flexed with every thrust that stretched you out beyond your limits. Your mouth opened in an ‘O’ and then your head lolled to the side. Unconscious.

Sevika slowly pulled out, letting the cock rest against the side of your thigh before she looked at your swollen pussy. You were a mess. Your body was covered in sweat and tits shone from when Sevika had sucked on them earlier. She undid the harness and put it down before she brushed your sweat-dampened hair out of your face.

“Pretty baby,” she muttered to herself as she picked you up, gently tapping your cheek to rouse you.

“Huh…?” You stirred, eyes blinking open slowly. “Did I pass out?”

“Yeah, just for a little though,” Sevika kissed your head, “You're okay.”

She took you to the little bathroom attached to the room, sitting you on the closed toilet lid before she cleaned your body up and left you to relieve yourself while she washed the strap and cleaned the bed off. She got back a little after to carry you back to bed.

“I wasn't planning on staying.” She said after a while.

“You don't have to,” you smiled. Tired. “I'll be okay.”

“No,” she fluffed out a pillow for you and passed it on, “I want to be here for you.” She threw her blanket over your naked, sore body. “You're too precious to ruin and leave behind.”

Her knuckles grazed against your cheeks and you felt your eyes slightly dampen from emotion. You cleared your throat. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“I'll get you out.”

[strawberrykidneystone]

sevika when female reader is sick:

this woman has an immune system made of steel, she can’t even remember the last time she was sick

so when you wake up feeling under the weather and shake her shoulder, telling her that you’re going to go rest on the couch to not get her sick, she pulls your ass right back into your arms before you can even try to pull away

grumbles that she doesn’t care if she gets sick, she’s not giving up her cuddle time with you!!!!

you weakly protest but quickly give in as your throbbing headache doesn’t allow for much thought

she presses a soft kiss to your forehead, one for comfort, two to check your temperature and you’re BURNING HOT

reluctantly after another half an hour of cuddling, she wraps you up in your shared blanket and gets up to fish out the cold medicine from your bathroom cabinet

she makes you sit up to take the medicine and drink a full glass of water before she lets you lie down again

wracking her brain for how to take care of someone when they’re sick, she secretly calls silco from the kitchen while you’re passed out on your bed because she doesn’t know wtf to feed a sick person

thankfully, she found a can of chicken noodle soup that she warmed up over the stove along with some other easily digestible food that would at least give you some strength

she nudges you awake she brings you the food in bed, adjusting your blankets as you sit up once again

if you pout and give her puppy eyes, she will sigh dramatically, but give in and feed you if you ask

after your done eating, she pulls out a small tub of vapor rub and tells you to pull down your shirt

you sleepily raise your eyebrows and grin, “you know if you wanted to see my boobs you just had to ask sevi.”

“you’re delirious,” she deadpanned with no actual bite in her voice, spreading the warming gel across your collarbones

yes she did steal a glance at your chest, she can’t help it!!!

when she cleans up your dishes and is about to go put them away, she feels your hand grab her bicep and looks back at you

“please stay” oh lord you’re trying to kill this woman

she sets the dishes down to be taken care of later and snuggles with you under the thick comforter, her on her back with you happily tucked into her side (your head on her boob)

she softly pets your hair and admires your sleeping form

pressing the back of her hand to your forehead, she sighs in relief when she realizes that your temperature has gone down

she will literally take off work until you feel better, she doesn’t like leaving you when you’re not feeling well <\3

says that this is her since you were always taking care of her wounds

a/n: i have a cold that i got from my roommates and it’s finals week someone please put me down

taglist: @archangeldyke-all @sevikasfan @maneskinwh0re @fandoms-will-be-the-death-of-me @lez-zuha @comfortripley @sunflowerwinds

[doiliedaze]

Wife Sevika Imagines ⋆¸*ೃ☼

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who loves holding your hand; she’s not huge on PDA but if she has to, she goes for your hand

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who without knowing it always plays with her ring

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika kisses your forehead the most other than your lips

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who is QUICK to fall asleep + she snores

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who is the worst to watch movies with! She’s either falling asleep or talking through the whole movie

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who needs reading glasses but doesn’t use them until you hand them to her

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who tries to match your walk, you mentioned it once and she stopped it

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who reads to you when you can’t sleep

˚₊✩‧₊This translates to when y’all have kids and she will go all out at bedtime! Made sock puppets and everything

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika learns her limits with alcohol

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika apologizes if her smoke bothers you especially if you have asthma; never wants to be inconsiderate of you

˚₊✩‧₊Now if you are a smoker she will moderate your smoking I feel cause only she can overly indulge in her vices but she likes to sit on the porch and smoke with you

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika knows that you love cooking for her so at a certain point stopped accepting food from others; if it’s not from her wife she doesn’t want it

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika appreciates it when she finds your little love notes in her pants pocket…or all over the inside of her poncho

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika knows how much you want to wear the poncho but doesn’t let ya

˚₊✩‧₊Wife Sevika who doesn’t care how corny it is and got your name tattoo over her heart

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A/n: tryna write my fav dykes for lesbian visibility week; love vi DOWN but my top three post not having one Sevika is insaneeeee! Also I’m confused on how it works cause I have other fics being a mixture of vi and Sevika fics (especially Sevika) with more notes but they aren’t up there? Could someone explain why in the comments for me please?

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos

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[littlelovelunette]

Sevika and her wife (reader) are really sleepy and they're both heading to bed but once reader's head hits the pillow, they start doing that revenge bedtime thing(so pretty much reader's just on their phone doing whatever), so Sevika tries to get them to stop bc they rlly need sleep

Phone Later

Sevika was exhausted.

It had been a long day—one filled with fights, late-night dealings, and more bullshit than she cared to deal with. The only thing keeping her going was the thought of sinking into bed beside you, finally getting some damn sleep.

You were just as tired—she could tell from the way you had leaned against her on the walk back to your shared room, eyes barely staying open.

You had even mumbled something about how you couldn’t wait to sleep when she helped you change into something more comfortable.

So why the hell were you still awake?

Sevika was already half-asleep, her body sinking into the mattress, when she felt the soft glow of a screen against her eyelids. She cracked one eye open. Grey eye reflecting the light of your phone as she peered to see your mindless scrolling, snoring muted when she woke.

You were lying beside her, head propped up on the pillow, phone held inches from your face.

Your fingers scrolled mindlessly, eyes locked on whatever held your attention.

She groaned. "Seriously?"

"Hmm?" you murmured absentmindedly, not looking up.

Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose, rolling onto her side to face you. "We literally just got in bed. You were just complaining about how tired you were."

"I know," you admitted, voice groggy, but your thumb kept swiping. "Just… five minutes."

Sevika narrowed her eyes. "That's what you said last night. And the night before that."

You didn’t answer, too absorbed in whatever nonsense was keeping you awake.

With a tired sigh, Sevika reached out and snatched the phone right out of your hands and placed it away on the bedside table.

"Hey!" you protested, reaching for it but Sevika held you down by her flesh hand.

"Sleep first. Phone tomorrow," she said flatly, arm like a heavy log over your body.

You huffed, flopping onto your back dramatically. "You're such a mother."

Sevika snorted. "Yeah? And you're a menace."

A smirk tugged at her lips as she rolled onto her back. When you tried to climb over her to grab your phone, she caught your wrists easily with one hand, flipping you onto your side and locking you in place.

"Sevika!" you whined, wiggling against her hold.

She only hummed, tucking her face into your neck. "Mhm. Keep squirming and I'll just hold you tighter."

You huffed again but stilled, defeated. After a moment, you grumbled, "This is unfair."

"Life's unfair. Now sleep."

You sighed, finally relaxing against her. Your body molded into hers naturally, warmth spreading between you.

Sevika smirked, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. "See? Not so hard, huh?"

You mumbled something incoherent, already slipping into unconsciousness.

Sevika chuckled softly, finally letting her own exhaustion pull her under.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰/ 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐦𝐝𝐝

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count: 2.8k Content/Warnings: afab reader (no pronouns used), descriptions of PMDD and its symptoms, sevika gets a gnarly wound but nothing graphic, slightly suggestive (for one sentence), acts of service is sooo sevika's love language, this ended up being way longer than your average headcanon i got carried away i'm sorry! A/N: Naturally, my very first post is completely and utterly self-indulgent… I suffer from PMDD and decided one day amid my demise that I wanted some sevika comfort! So here you are, and I hope you enjoy and that this serves as a bit of escape from whatever may be giving you a hard time (and that if you're a fellow PMDD sufferer, you remember to be extra gentle with yourself when you're feeling low. You've got this! You're a superhero in my book!). 

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika knows that you have PMDD before you tell her

୨ৎ In fact, she knows before you two are even considered friends, nevertheless together

୨ৎ Sevika is extremely perceptive; it's practically her job to be

୨ৎ Being Silco's second-hand puts her in charge of everyone out on the field, and she is constantly gauging the team's strengths and weaknesses so that she can ensure operations are always running as smoothly as possible

୨ৎ So it goes without saying that when you start working for Silco as an assassin, it doesn't take her long to familiarize herself with the way your disposition ebbs and flows, and seemingly, at the same time every month

୨ৎ This isn't to say that your performance suffers at all- certainly not; you're one of the team's most skilled assassins, and you've always made sure that your disorder doesn't impact your work

୨ৎ But again, it's Sevika's job to be perceptive

୨ৎ She first puts together that around the 6th of every month, you come in looking particularly exhausted

୨ৎ Dark circles can be seen under your heavy eyes, and your feet never seem to stop dragging no matter how many cups of coffee you nurse; and during this time, it's an excessive amount

୨ৎ She also notices that during this time period- which usually lasts about 10 days- your fuse is extremely short

୨ৎ When Ran comes up to tease you at the coffee machine about how "you look like you haven't slept in five years", you turn to give them a look that even she can admit is terrifying

୨ৎ "Yeah?" you begin, cocking an eyebrow at them, “I've got boiling hot coffee in my fucking hand right now, Ran.”

୨ৎ They're quick to throw their hands up in surrender and back away, making the (correct) decision to quit poking the bear

୨ৎ Sevika can't help but crack an amused smile at the interaction from her place across the room

୨ৎ She also can't help but notice that for some reason, you stress to no end about missions that would otherwise be a cakewalk for you during those 10 days

୨ৎ Again, your work never suffers for it, but Sevika knows you're suffering for it

୨ৎ So, she decides that your skills would be better put to use elsewhere for that period of time; and she convinces herself that it isn't an act of kindness, but simply a necessity for the team to perform at its best.

୨ৎ One day, she pulls you into Silco's office to "discuss a change in your involvement on the field," and needless to say, you're shitting yourself

୨ৎ You stand across from her, your heart in your stomach and your hands tucked into your back pockets, because you know if you have access to them, you'll just start biting your fingernails off

୨ৎ "The 6th through the 16th of every month," she begins, sitting on the edge of Silco's desk, “I want you here instead of on the field. No special missions then either, got it?”

୨ৎ At first, your eyebrows knit together in confusion

୨ৎ "The 6th through the...?" You ponder- mostly to yourself- before it hits you like a ton of bricks what those dates are

୨ৎ "Shit, I-I'm so sorry, I can explain; it's just-"

୨ৎ "Woah, woah; slow down," Sevika interrupts, her hand shooting out to signal you to stop, “I didn't say you had anything to explain, and I certainly didn't say you had anything to apologize for.” 

୨ৎ A wave of relief washes over you, but the confusion remains. What was this about then, if not a decrease in performance?

୨ৎ Sevika reads the confusion on your face and begins to answer your unspoken question: “You're always great out there; but on those days, for whatever reason, I can tell it comes at a cost. So from now on, you won't be out there at all when those days roll around. Can't have my best assassin burnt out; it's not an option.”

୨ৎ She casually shrugs with the last part of her explanation as if she hadn't just demonstrated attentiveness and consideration unlike you'd ever experienced

୨ৎ And you're left speechless at the gesture

୨ৎ You only realize your jaw is on the floor when she clears her throat, an amused smirk playing on her lips

୨ৎ "U-Um, sorry," you stutter, shaking your head in an attempt to snap yourself out of the shock, "I, uh... yeah, I do have a harder time then. I didn't know you'd noticed..."

୨ৎ "Pfft," she scoffs, kicking off of the desk to make her way toward a stack of papers on the chaise next to Silco's desk, "When I have ever not noticed something?"

୨ৎ She should have put her foot in her mouth then and there, because she sure didn't notice the massive fucking crush you'd soon start to develop on her

୨ৎ And it sure would've made things a lot easier if she had, because she was falling for you just as quickly

୨ৎ In the coming months, Sevika had made a point to start checking in on you when the 6th rolled around, and you found that when she wasn't on the field, she was lingering near the desk she'd set up for you to take your place at during your hard weeks

୨ৎ You'd come in looking especially tired one morning- in fact, your eyes were swollen and red like you'd just been crying- and her eyes were on you like a hawk as you trudged over to the desk, slumped into the chair, and ran a hand over your face before getting started on the paperwork Silco had assigned to you for the week.

୨ৎ "Rough morning?" She inquired, concern written all over her face

୨ৎ You let out a dry chuckle, recalling the 3 hours of sleep you'd gotten the night before, the orange juice you'd spilled all over your white shirt this morning, and the breakfast you couldn't eat because you were sure that any minute you were going to throw up

୨ৎ Rough morning didn't come close to cutting it

୨ৎ Your eyes began to prick with tears before you could help it

୨ৎ "I'm so sick of this shit," you mumble, burying your head in your heads and pressing your palms into your eyelids

୨ৎ You hear her rummaging around, but pay it no mind until she sets something down in front of you

୨ৎ You move your hands away from your face to see a hot drink in front of you; not coffee, but

୨ৎ "Tea?" You ask, your voice small

୨ৎ " 's better for you than coffee," Sevika shrugs, pulling up a chair to sit in front of the desk

୨ৎ She stares intently at you for a few moments, before finally asking the question she'd been mulling over: "So, by 'this shit', you mean..."

୨ৎ "Oh," you chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I never did explain what my problem is..."

୨ৎ You then go on to explain to Sevika what PMDD is, and what a pain in the ass it can be. She listens attentively, her eyes trained on the paperwork in front of you as you explain the insomnia and the fatigue, the anxiety and the overwhelm, the insecurity and the hopelessness; everything that you have the pleasure of dealing with on a regular basis

୨ৎ "Janna," she replies, rubbing her temples. "And you deal with this shit every month?"

୨ৎ "Like clockwork," you reply.

୨ৎ "Yeah, you're a badass for that."

୨ৎ You let out a loud laugh, and a strange sense of relief floods her system

୨ৎ "Wish I felt more like one, but when something as small as spilling orange juice on my shirt makes me wanna jump out of the nearest window... the last thing I feel like is a badass."

୨ৎ Sevika chuckles at this before giving a nod towards your tea; "Should've gotten you coffee, huh?"

୨ৎ "Oh, no!" you're quick to correct, "Just super nauseous today... probably won't be able to stomach anything until dinner time, and that's if I'm lucky."

୨ৎ Sevika's eyes widen, and she would've demanded that you try your best to eat something before then if it weren't for Jinx barging in to announce that she needed Sevika's help "cleaning up a little mess."

୨ৎ (The "mess" was enforcers chasing her down because she'd decided they were the perfect target for testing out her new paintball gun. "you said I should try out less violent forms of self-expression!" she'd say to Sevika...)

୨ৎ She doesn't forget your conversation, though, and you're snapped out of your shitty reality tv binge-watching session by a knock on your apartment door later that evening

୨ৎ Much to your surprise, it's Sevika

୨ৎ With take-out in hand...?

୨ৎ "You can't go all day without eating," she says, sternly.

୨ৎ You laugh incredulously at the fact that she even remembered your offhand mention of not being able to eat, and at the fact that she'd taken it upon herself to show up to your place to do something about it, but open the door wider and step aside to let her in anyway

୨ৎ You don't miss the quick scan she does of your apartment- littered with trinkets and decorations you'd picked up here and there- and the way her face seems to soften in endearment; of course, only for a split second, before she's back to business

୨ৎ "This is the only thing I can keep down when I'm not feeling well," she deadpans, unpacking the plastic bag and placing a large styrofoam cup on your kitchen counter, "Figured it'd be worth a shot to drop some off if it meant you might be able to stomach something today."

୨ৎ "Sevika... you didn't have to go to all this trouble," you say, walking over to meet her at the counter

୨ৎ She just shrugs, of course. "I know. Where are your bowls?"

୨ৎ And so, here you both were, sharing a bowl of warm chicken noodle soup, trying to ignore how whipped you both were for each other

୨ৎ You'd managed to convince her to join you in your reality tv binge-watching session, and despite how annoyed she was pretending to be, you'd gone through three 45-minute episodes already and she still hadn't left

୨ৎ At one point, she'd even forgotten to keep up the disinterested act: "What?! Why would she pick Sarah over Lily, they have zero chemistry!"

୨ৎ You'd just quirk an eyebrow at her exclamation, staring her down with a smirk until she finally admitted, "Yeah, yeah, whatever- you got me."

୨ৎ And you'd giggle, and her heart would clench, and she'd get way freaked out, and suddenly,

୨ৎ “Shit. I've gotta go. No doubt the kid has already gotten herself into something else…"

୨ৎ You'd just nod, trying your best to conceal the disappointment you felt as you sent her off.

୨ৎ "Hey," you'd call out softly, just as she was turning to leave, "Thank you. Seriously... this was really helpful. You made my night."

୨ৎ Don't say that, she'd think, not unless you want me to start coming home to you.

୨ৎ " 's no big deal. Just looking out. Night, Y/N."

୨ৎ "G'night, Sevika," you'd smile.

୨ৎ And it'd be another three months before either of you had the guts to confess your feelings

୨ৎ But one night, you're waiting for her to show up to your door, take-out in hand- like she'd taken to doing every month from the 6th to the 16th since the first time she came over; and when she doesn't, there's a pit in your stomach that tells you it isn't simply because she forgot

୨ৎ With emotions already high, you're quick to assume the worst as you throw on some sweatpants, a crewneck, and your sneakers before racing down to the only other place she'd be on a Friday night

୨ৎ You walk up to the bartender on duty at The Last Drop, not bothering to conceal the worry in your voice as you ask if he'd seen Sevika around tonight

୨ৎ "Just went upstairs to Silco's office. Rough mission, must've been. She'll have a pretty scar, that's for sure."

୨ৎ You don't respond; you just dash up the stairs with wide eyes, not bothering to knock before bursting into the office, and sighing in relief at the sight of the grey eyes shooting up to meet your own

୨ৎ But when your eyes catch the deep cut trailing down her tricep and the mess of bloody rags in front of her, you find that your relief is short-lived

୨ৎ "What the hell?!" you'd exclaim, rushing over to help, "Why didn't you call me? I was worried sick about you!"

୨ৎ You were worried about her?

୨ৎ Her cheeks would flush, and she'd thank Janna you were too focused on bandaging her arm up to notice

୨ৎ "You don't gotta help me with this shit," she'd protest

୨ৎ "Says the one who feeds me every night my hormones are fucking raging. Like hell I don't have to help, and you fail to consider that maybe I want to."

୨ৎ You're stressed, your adrenaline is pumping, and you've had a killer headache all day, so your words come out harsher than you mean for them to. "I'm sorry," you'd sigh, "I'm not mad at you at all, I'm just-"

୨ৎ You look up to find her smiling down at you, and your heart skips a beat, and you thank your lucky stars she breaks the silence, because you'd completely forgotten what the rest of your sentence was going to be

୨ৎ "Really didn't like this being my first stop after work," she admits, and you don't know why she suddenly sounds so... timid

୨ৎ "I mean... yeah, having to patch yourself up after a mission is never any fun-"

୨ৎ "No, Y/N," she begins, and your eyes shoot up to meet her at the sound of your name on her lips, "I mean... I mean I didn't like that my first stop wasn't you."

୨ৎ And just like it was the last time you'd spoken to her in this office, your heart was in your stomach

୨ৎ "What, you mean you wanted to come home to me or something?" you chuckle nervously, because there's no way in hell that's what she meant

୨ৎ "Yeah, that is what I mean."

୨ৎ Oh.

୨ৎ "You opposed to that or somethin'?"

୨ৎ Absolutely fucking not, says the kiss that you plant on her lips

୨ৎ and the legs thrown over her shoulders later that night (oops)

୨ৎ And now, you thank Janna for the steady presence in your life that is Sevika; especially when you're feeling unsteady

୨ৎ Of course, your symptoms don't just disappear, but it's sure as hell nice to have the support when they make themselves known

୨ৎ When you wake up on the 6th, exhausted and with zero interest in doing anything but laying in bed all day, she'll get the shower running nice and warm, leave a comfy outfit on the counter, and promise that she'll have tea ready when you're done.

୨ৎ She puts herself in charge of meals for the next 10 days, because she knows that your lack of appetite plus your general lack of motivation and energy means you won't end up eating enough if she doesn't make you

୨ৎ When your emotions are high, she's your rock

୨ৎ if you're starting to tear up because you've tried on four outfits already and you "look too bloated in all of them," she'll take your face in her hands, ask you to take a deep breath, and place a kiss on your forehead, reminding you that everything feels a lot bigger than usual right now, and that the only thing you need to worry about is feeling comfortable

୨ৎ If you're getting frustrated because you can't find your damn coat, and your favorite food truck is only in town for another hour, and you snap at her because she dares to suggest that you do, in fact, have other coats, she'll look at you, take a deep breath of her own, and say,

୨ৎ "Okay, baby; what can I do to help?"

୨ৎ And your heart will break, because how is she so good?

୨ৎ You'll apologize-because you always do when you know your emotions got the better of you- and she'll wrap you in a bear hug, and you'll realize that was what you really needed; not your red coat

୨ৎ And you'll make it to the food truck in the nick of time, and you'll probably tear up when you take your first bite, because damn, this cheesesteak is the best thing I've ever tasted, and damn, I don't know what I did to deserve her.

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[sevikaslatinawife]

Tsaheylu

Part 1

tsaheylu — the bond Alpha!Sevika x Omega!F!Reader

index | intro | part 2

⛧ Warnings: r!masturbating, panty sniffing, scenting, female alpha anatomy, enlarged clit/g!p sevika (idk the right tag), oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, fingering, pussy stretching, degradation, slick sharing, dacryphilia, mean!Sevika, squirting, thigh spanking, pussy spitting ⛧ Word Count: 4,071 words

It had come a day early.

You were bringing in the snacks to fill the rickety table at the side of your and Sevika’s bed when the first wave of heat hit you. It makes your face flush, your body to throb as a racing headache clouds your vision.

A broken whimper slips past your lips as you feel the dampening of your underwear. You felt so heavy, the clothes making you feel weighed down. So you quickly stripped in time for your knees to give, for you to buckle and grip the side of the bed as you slumped onto the floor.

“Mm, ‘vika,” You swallow as you remember: you’re home alone.

Sevika had gone out today as usual for work, saying she might not be here until late. She wanted to get as much done in preparation for the week of your heat when the thought of being without her was crippling to your pliant brain.

You shift forward and hiss as your breasts brush the bedsheets, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A tortuous ache that made you palm one of them and groan, rubbing your finger around the bud. The warmth of your own hand wasn’t nearly as good at the feeling of Sevika’s skin. 

You really hoped the day for her went quickly, so she’d be here earlier than expected. You continue to toy with your chest, groaning and squeezing your thighs shut for friction. You could feel, practically hear, the wetness of your cunt as more slick dampens your skin.

The squeeze of your pussy around nothing makes you sigh in defeat as you slowly stand and grab the dildo tucked into the drawer of your makeshift nightstand. You throw it on the bed as you go into the drawers to pull out one of Sevika’s shirt. You inhaled the material but whined when there’s only the faintest hint of her scent on it.

You could… Your eyes dart to the wicker basket filled with dirty clothes as an embarrassed flush fevers your skin further. You still clutch the shirt as you make your way to the basket, thighs slick down to the sides of your knees. You snatch up a shirt and her underwear as you make your way into the bed again.

It's not as if you hadn’t masturbated to her scent before, especially more often when your heat was nearing but now it just felt mortifying. You slip onto the bed, burying your face into Sevika’s pillow as you prop your hips up on your knees.

The slickness of your cunt was beginning to smear the sheets as your hand with the dildo disappeared between your legs. You shift your face to press a cheek on the pillow, enough for your nose to have access to the woman’s used and clean clothes. You moan as your cunt twitches at the scent alone, teasing your fluttering rim and hard clit with the tip of the dildo.

“Mm,” your eyes flutter as you slowly sink the toy into your hole. Your body takes the intrusion with ease, as you slowly thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. From base, until your fingertips were flush again your cunt, to tip, where it teased your rim.

“Fuck,” you moan as you continue to fuck your cunt with steady strokes of the toy, grinding down into your hand. You needed it deeper, needed her. “Vika,” you whine into the fabric, shifting her underwear closer to your nose to bury into the article of clothing.

It wasn’t enough. You couldn’t feel full, that wonderful feeling of being filled by Sevika after she got hard. Your strokes became more desperate, trying to shove the toy deeper — as if it was possible to do it. As if there was more of it to be buried inside of you.

“Vika, please,” you groan, other hand pulling the fabric closer to your nose before dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit. You moan, thighs spreading slightly for more room to touch yourself with.

“That’s it, baby,” her condescending voice came to mind and a whimper slipped past your lips as you chased your orgasm. Wanting even a little relief to your aching, needy cunt. “Get yourself ready for me.”

You don’t know — can’t remember, really — if she’s ever said that to you, but you know her voice enough to hear her say it nevertheless. To hear her edge you on, to keep touching yourself, to make yourself cum for her.

Nothing is working.

Despite the coiling of your stomach, the way your cunt tightens slightly around the toy and the friction of your clit, it’s not enough. “Janna,” you whine, brows pinched in desperation as you inhale the scent of the alpha’s clothes.

Your orgasm washes over too-closely but never fully. Teetered and anchored to something you didn’t know what, didn’t know how to obtain. So you shift, rolling on your side then your back, toy still pressed into you as you roll your hips down onto it and moan.

A soft groan puffs out your lips as you move your hand to your hole, as you push in a finger alongside the dildo. A delicate stretch of your cunt, though you knew you could take more. You just wanted to go slow. You leave your finger still but slowly pump the dildo, moaning softly as you continue your slow thrusts.Sevika, you thought, please hurry.

She’s felt it all day. That endless buzzing of her ears, the growls that have since escaped her, unable to be contained any longer. At first, she didn’t know why they were happening, why she felt on edge, but then an omega brushed past her and she almost retched at the scent. The sickly sweetness of unmated omegas nearing their heats, like a beacon letting others know that they were unmarked, ready to be courted or taken — each omega to their own preferences and all.

It was a scent she was familiar with, she had had plenty of omegas trying to get her attention before you had come along. They all smelt sweet in their own way, each distinct, all omegas had a distinctive sweet scent to them. Yours, however, wasn’t just sweet, it was electric. She assimilated it to a shock to every nerve in her system every chance she got to smell you, not you in heat, no, smell you. You were always sweet and electric, it always had her on edge.

However, the scent of that omega made her stomach turn when she thought of you now. Others could smell you, sense you were unmated and that she could be challenged by another alpha for your hand. Another growl rumbles in her chest as her face twists in distaste at the thought of others being able to do to you. 

“Shit,” She grunts in realization, lips twitching. “She’s early,” she mutters as she feels the slow, steady increase of her heartbeat.

This kind of bond usually happened with mated pairs, but here she was, already more than bonded to you without having marked you. Oh, but how the urge to have you marked has increased. Every single day the need gnawed at her, and today, it had finally boiled over and left her scalding.

 She made her way down the street after finishing the task she had begun, thoroughly ignoring the others. She couldn’t wait any longer, just needed to see you, to help you, to take you. Let the jobs pile, she would simply do them like the obedient right hand she was afterwards. After she spent the week with her little omega in heat.

“No,” You whimper again at feeling the orgasm never fully settle around you.

There were tears in your eyes, a few having escaped and were dampening your hairline at your temples alongside the sheen of sweat that had engulfed you a while ago. You were about to push in a third finger besides the dildo when the door slammed open.

You jolt, thighs closing and eyes wide as you lock eyes with Sevika. Her scent washes over you and you moan as you pull your fingers and the toy free in time for her to be walking toward the bed. You shuffle to kneel on the bed, craning your neck back for her as she leans down to slot your mouth with her own.

Her hands are on your waist, kneading the softness of your body as she licks into your mouth hard. Dominant and unhesitant, which you melt against and comply. You go to wrap your arms around her but her hands are moving to catch your wrists, groaning as she nips at your bottom lip.

“Poor, desperate baby,” She mocks when she pulls back, kissing the side of your jaw then your neck. She moans at the scent, the strength of it against your pulse point and she has to stop herself from sinking her teeth into you right now. She needs to wait a little longer before wanting to officially mate you.

“Vika —” You're cut off by her mouth wrapping around the two fingers you had pressed into you.

She hums as she pulls her mouth back after sucking your slick from your fingers. Her right hand finds your nape to squeeze, to have your head instinctively tilted back. Her metal hand cups your chin as she tugs your bottom lip with her thumb, a dark smirk curling her lips.

You part your lips for her, feeling her metal thumb hook over your bottom teeth as your tongue lolls over the digit. There’s a shiver you suppress at the contact of your warm tongue against the cold of the prosthetic. She leans forward to spit your own slick into your mouth before her tongue is pressing against yours and her thumb is moved away from your teeth.

A groan escapes your mouth as your own taste fills your senses, as she kisses you with desperation. Some of your slick dribbles down the corner of your lips, which she quickly licks up before pressing into your mouth again. You whine and swallow your slick when she scratches at the back of your head.

“Good girl,” she praises as her prosthetic hisses while it grips your soft waist, “Needed me that badly?” She teases as her eyes fall on her clothes on the bed before looking at you again.

You blush and swallow, “Yes, Vika —”

“No,” she cuts you off. “Try again.”

Your hands squeeze her biceps, metal and flesh while looking at her. “Alpha —”

“So close, princess,” She cuts you off again, purring against your mouth, lips parted around yours. You lean forward to try and kiss her but she pulls back just to hear you let out a soft huff.

“Daddy,” You groan as her lips are finally on yours again, as her hands guide you back against the bed, moving onto the sheets without even removing her cloak yet. 

“Good, baby, good,” She hums as she speaks, lips brushing your own to not be too far from you.

A strangled gasp bubbles past your lips as her hands find your thighs to pick you up and press you back into the mattress. Your arms had wrapped around her neck, mouth still slotted as she braced herself over you with her prosthetic.

Your thighs were draped over her own, probably smearing your slick against her jeans. The rough material of them made you shiver, your skin burning and hypersensitive. You raise your hips to try and get some friction, making her groan even though you didn’t even reach her.

The heat of your skin against the trapped, growing need of her own body beneath her clothes. She could feel her pants begin to strain just at the smell of you, of your slick coating her tongue. She pulls her cloak off swiftly, throwing it somewhere on the floor as she pulls back.

You chase after her mouth and whine when her right hand is at your throat, holding you back against the sheets. Her lips brush your cheek, smirking against your skin at the pout she can practically sense on you.

“Daddy,” you whine as she flattens her thumb against the side of your throat, parallel to it as she nudges your jaw with her thumb. Enough to lick a patch of your skin and suck it between her teeth. “Mm.”

“Mine,” she groans as she nips at the mark she left. She moves further down, leaving another mark on your shoulder while her right hand trails down your body. From collarbones, to sliding between your breasts, the fluttering of your stomach and teasing her thumb over your clit.

A gasp is the only sound you make as your hips tilt back to offer your pussy to the woman. Sevika grunts as she trails her thumb down your lips, feeling the slickness of your pussy and circling against your eager, open hole.

“This where you need me?” She mocks, pressing the muscle but ever entering you. It makes you choke in need and your face contorts in frustration. “Yeah, I know it is, poor thing.”

“Please don’t tease,” you beg in a soft mumble as she kisses down your body. Her mouth feels hot against your too-hot skin, feeling as if she was burning her affection onto your body. For you to never forget it.

“Did you cum while playin’ with yourself?” She asks as she settles between your thighs, pressing her hips into the mattress with a lick of her lips.

“N-No,” you admit in a soft whisper as she licks the slick that dampens your thigh. Her tongue trailing slowly from the side of your left knee to right next to the heat of your pussy. “Ah,” you lift your hips but her hands snake beneath your thighs and she folds her fingers together right below your belly button and presses you back into the bed.

“Greedy girl,” she teases, continuing to lick the trail of slick on your left thigh. She’s groaning softly into your skin as she does, feeling the growing tightness of her pants at your very taste.

You groan and feel the fluttering of your hole as Sevika does the same, slow treatment to your other thigh. She licks and swallows every drop of your slick, acting as greedy as she accused you of being.

“Yes,” You almost moan, voice heavy as she finally gives you the first stroke of her tongue.

Sevika moans as soon as she does, tongue flat as she licks from your slick-filled hole to taste you. She trails her tongue up, between your labia, soft and warm beneath her touch before her tongue is teasing around your clit. Pointed and determined to make you squirm, which you do quickly, whining as she teases the hard bundle of nerves.

Her thumbs slide down your mons to tug your pussy open more, to present the twitching bud of your clit to her. So she could tease the tip of her tongue against it just to feel the soft tremor of your thighs and the strangled whine that you let loose for only her to listen to. Sevika loved how vocal you were but especially so when you were on your heat because everything felt too much but not enough at the same time.

She continues to tease, chin teasing your slicked hole as she sucks your clit into her mouth with aching slowness. It makes you moan and for your thighs to give a miniscule twitch as she languidly rolls the bud between her lips, followed by her tongue. She groans at the way you feel against her tongue, eyes focused on your reactions — to drink them in like she’d drink your essence.

“Ngh,” you mumble as her thumbs slide down your wet lips to tease the pads of it against your trembling entrance. Pressing, rubbing, making you impossibly more slick for her.

The scent of her underwear beside you hits your nose, alongside the burning heat of her own pheromones joining the musk that belong to only her. It covers you like a blanket, thick, warm and utterly secure.

Sevika is still taking her time, however, as she pulls back enough to press a kiss to your mons, nipping at the flesh of the spot, before her tongue trails down your clit, your lips and teases your hole. A soft groan is what you manage as your fingers find her hair and tug on it, raising your hips for her to continue, for more.

“No,” She pulls back to say, voice strained and forced as she licks her lips. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

“Don’t tease,” you whine, fingers pressing into her head. “Please, just —”

“You’ll take what I give you,” Sevika growls, spitting on your pussy just to see your hole flutter. “And you’ll cum regardless.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” You try as you quickly pull your hands back from her hair and a smirk plasters on the woman’s lips. “Vika —”

“Go ahead,” she fake coos, dripping with faux concern as she nods to her clothes besides you. “Like the smell of my pussy so much? Then shove your face in ‘em and shut up while I have a taste of you.”

Your body is warmer now, far past the feverish feeling of your heat. You were twinged in embarrassment, loud against the bedsheets and the thrum of your skin. Sevika notices it but you know the drill when she orders you like this, so you reach over to take her underwear you had fished from the basket and immediately shove your nose into the patch of them that you knew sat against her pussy.

“Dirty fuckin’ whore,” You moan as she is pushing her tongue into you, stroking you with slow, curling thrusts. Her nose is nudged against your clit and it makes your thighs twitch around her face while her tongue continues its thrusting and nudging of the heat of your pussy.

Sevika can feel the dent in her pants press into the bed more, growing with each of your noises and each taste of your desire for her. She groans against you as your free hand pulls her head, grinding into her nose with a muffled moan against her underwear in your face.

She loved when you got desperate and pressed into her face for her to continue pleasuring you. The sight of your knitted brows and closed eyes while your face is obediently buried in her underwear makes her hold on you tighten a fraction. Sevika relished in being able to push you into a complete satiated state with her tongue alone, which is what she aims to do first.

Her tongue is rubbing against your g-spot, the softness of it as she continues to press her nose into your clit. Muffled moans and desperate slick slip out of you in perfect synchronicity as her right thumb pushes into you beside her tongue. It makes you snap your thighs slightly around her but her pointed growl makes you spread your thighs again not even a second later.

“ ‘uck,” You mutter, taking a deep breath of her scent, of the smell of her lovely cunt, of the traces of her knot that you know must be aching, to be inside of you. As much as you ache to have her inside of you, as well.

Sevika groans at the sight of your chest filling with air, at your head practically melting out of your ears at her scent. She knew you liked the way she smelt, but how you were shamelessly huffing a pair of her dirty underwear to help yourself get off was making her own desire boil in every throb of her trapped knot. She pressed her thumb further into you, tugging on your rim to hear another moan be released from your eager mouth.

Your nose is already more than filled with her scent but it's not nearly enough. You need her so buried inside of you that it’ll be indistinguishable where you end and she begins.

Her knot might not even be enough and you know voicing this would alarm her awakening alpha. It’s not as if it’s not perfect and stretches you out to mind-altering extremes, but you don’t just need her knot. You need her very soul to leak into yours, so fucking entwined that your inner omega is responsive to her in ways you never dreamed of.

You’ll be so permanently engraved into her that your bodies would find each other in every lifetime.

“Where’d ya go?” You cry out as a sharp smack is delivered to your right thigh. The metal of her hand blooming a quick mark that will surely bruise. Good, marks are perfect. “There’s my little whore,” She sucks on your clit as her thumb slides out of you just to press in her two fingers into your heat.

She hisses at the warmth of you, almost scarring her skin while slick welches around her when she pumps you with them. Her lips tighten around your clit, and she almost grins as you buck into her mouth with honest greed. Her metal hand pushes your thigh, digging right into the tingling skin of where she hit you. It makes you whimper in a mix of pleasure pain, feeling your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples to harden in accompaniment.

You moan and reach a hand down to knit in her hair, which she thankfully doesn’t push away this time. You let yourself tug on the strands and Sevika grunts against your pussy in turn. She’s too focused on the taste of you, of her nose buried in your mound and half-hard in her jeans to care if your hand is pulling her closer to yourself. As if she wasn’t already knuckle-deep into the cunt that drove her wild.

“ ‘lease,” You plead in a soft whine and throw your head back with an eager moan when a third finger is quickly being pushed inside of you.

Your hand holding her underwear grips the sheets, the clothing balancing on your face as she stretches you slightly. It was quick and the ache was dull and gone as quickly as it appeared. This stretch was nothing compared to her knot stretching you. It was a mere, cheap excuse for preparation.

Nothing really could fully prepare you for her knot. No matter how many times you take it.

You whine at hearing the obscene sounds of your cunt, of the way her thrusting and curling fingers pull noise and wetness out of you. There’s a tightening in your lower belly as she sucks harder on your clit, a rush of something warm threatening to spill and consume you. But you want it to, you want to be engulfed in it.

“Ah, ‘vika! I’m —” Your back arches, thighs seizing, throat bared as you moan, half-muffled into the panties that slip into your mouth when your jaw hangs. Your moan is loud as you feel that coil snap and be accompanied by the rush of warmth that was building.

Sevika moans as she feels you clamp down on her fingers, as you splash your arousal against her chin. Her fingers tighten in your thigh to keep them spread, fingers continuing their relentless pressing and curling inside of you. The way your pussy pulses around her makes her groan as she continues to suck on your clit, even after your moans turn into soft whines and your fingers start to try to pull her away by her hair.

She pulls back from your clit reluctantly, spitting on the twitching bud just to hear you whine again. Your head lolls forward, your teeth clamping around her panties as you look at her. Your face feels hot at the sight of the dripping of her mouth, of the condescending smirk that tugs on her lips. She licks them but they practically stay in that hungry state while her fingers pump lazily inside of you.

“A little head and you’re already squirtin’ f’me?” She thrusts her fingers all the way inside of you, making you hiss slightly. She leans forward to nip the softness of your belly, grunting as she wipes her damp chin at the gentle curve of it above your mons. “ ‘m not done yet, princess. Daddy still has to stuff ya.”

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