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marine biologist vika having some much deserved beach time👀

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FINALLY POSTED pt. 1

yall hear me out sevika x enforcer!reader roleplay with hatefucking and strength play

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rookie mistake. [pt. 1]

pairing: enforcer!reader x criminal!sevika

tags: handcuffs, rough sex, manhandling, bottle fcking, powerplay, strength/size play, cnc roleplay (all acts are consensual!!)

the steam hit you first. that rank, engine-oil vapor hanging heavy in the air. the hiss of pipes overhead. boots echoing in wet alleys. your regulation flashlight flickers in the corner of your vision as you press deeper into the undercity’s belly.

you’re alone. not because you were ordered to be, but because you volunteered.

“I can do it myself,” you’d told them. voice sharp. chin up. badge still shiny. your captain had laughed. laughed.

“you wanna take down sevika? what’re you gonna do, ask her nicely?” he’d turned back to his terminal before you could answer.

but you’d already made up your mind. you wanted a name, a reputation. you wanted to be the one to take down Silco’s infamous enforcer.

and now here you are. alone in the underground, pulse in your ears.

the stink of the brothel’s alley still clung to your uniform, cheap perfume and smoke curling into the dark fabric like a warning.

sevika had left the brothel maybe fifteen minutes ago. you’d followed her out the side entrance. quiet. steady. a rookie enforcer, still fresh enough to believe in things like justice, like law.

she hadn’t noticed you. not at first.

bootsteps loud. that long, brutish frame swaying slightly with a half-finished bottle of beer dangling from her hand. you clocked the glint of her metal arm in the low light, how it moved like it had a mind of its own, humming faintly as shimmer pulsed in its seams.

you kept a hand on your holster.

it was stupid.

but no one had warned you how big she was. how solid. the way her presence filled the street like smoke fills lungs. but it was too late to back out now.

she walked into a squat building at the edge of the undercity. cracked windows, rusted gutters. no guards. no lookout. just her. and you followed, heart pounding. fresh-faced, full of mission reports and half-baked bravery.

you didn’t expect it to smell like that inside.

leather. blood. burnt fuse wire and engine oil. a half-dismantled bike sat against the wall. a ratty couch. a wooden table so scarred it looked like it had been used in more fights than dinner services.

you saw your moment when she dropped her coat. the bottle clinked against the edge of the table as she set it down. her back was to you.

you drew your weapon. “sevika.”

she stilled.

turned her head just enough to glance at you from over her shoulder deliberately. her expression unreadable. a long drag of silence stretched between you before she finally spoke.

“…the fuck are you supposed to be?” her voice was low. rough. it scraped like smoke against your skin.

you straightened your spine, gun raised. “by order of the piltover enforcers, you’re under arrest.”

a pause. and then she laughed.

not a chuckle. a full-bodied, chest-shaking laugh that left her smirking as she turned fully to face you, tall and huge in the narrow room. the beer still dangled from her hand. her mechanical fingers flexed once.

“you’re serious?” she asked. “they sendin’ fuckin’ interns after me now?”

you swallowed. “i’m not an intern. i’m a registered officer.”

sevika’s smirk twitched wider.

you stepped forward. “drop the bottle. hands where i can see them.”

“you can see them,” she said, holding both hands out mockingly, metal one gleaming, the other still casually holding the beer. “whatcha gonna do? slap the cuffs on me, sweetheart?”

“i said put the bottle down.”

she stepped toward you.

your heart thumped. your fingers tightened on the grip of your gun.

“...or what?” she asked softly.

and before you could answer or react, she moved.

the bottle flew at your face. you flinched, instinctual, hand jerking to bat it away… not fast enough…and that’s all it took. your balance shifted. she surged forward.

metal slammed into your wrist.

your gun hit the floor with a clatter and you were pinned. arm twisted behind your back, your face pressed to the table so hard you gasped. her forearm was like a steel bar across your shoulders.

“y-you’re assaulting an officer—!”

“you don’t say.” she twisted your arm higher. you whimpered.

and then, click.

you realized the sharp bite of metal around your wrist wasn’t hers.

it was yours.

your own handcuffs.

you jerked, wide-eyed as she looped the second cuff over of the table legs and clasped your other wrist, trapping your arms above your head. the wood creaked, but held. you were bent forward now, half-sprawled over her table, cheeks flushed and chest heaving.

“god, you’re green,” she muttered. “fuckin’ adorable, really.”

you struggled. the cuffs rattled. “you won’t get away with this. i will—”

“will what?” sevika leaned down, her mouth near your ear. you could feel the heat of her breath. the beer on it. the thrum of her voice right against your spine. “you think someone’s comin’ to save you, huh?”

you went silent.

because you knew the truth.

you came out here alone. no comms. no backup. just big ideas and a pair of shiny new cuffs. and she knew it. could smell it on you.

“rookie,” she murmured. “ambitious little thing. thought you’d be the one to put my head in a box, huh?”

she leaned closer. her voice dropped to a growl.

“you don’t even know what i’ve done.”

you flinched. but she didn’t hurt you.

instead, she walked around you, slow, dragging the tips of her fingers along your back. watching you. studying you.

“you’re lucky i’m feelin’ soft today,” she muttered. “if it were any other week, i’d’ve snapped your neck for just pointing that toy at me.”

your mouth went dry.

“but you?” she said, crouching slightly to meet your wide, panicked eyes, that smug grin still dragging across her face.

“you’re too fresh. not even broken in yet.”

you jerked in the cuffs again. “y-you can’t just—”

“i can do whatever the fuck i want in zaun, sweetheart,” she cut in. “and you came to me.”

she plucked your badge from your chest with two fingers, turning it over, reading it.

“mm. pretty name.”

she dropped it to the floor.

then she reached for her beer, took a long drag, and sat in the chair across from you like she had all the time in the world.

“you got spirit,” she said. “i loathe enforcers. but…” she dragged her gaze over you. “...maybe not this one.”

she tapped the bottle to her lips again. “you really thought this through, huh?”

you shifted, wrists straining uselessly against your own cuffs, wood digging into your hips. heart racing. cheeks flushed with frustration.

“i can’t let an enforcer walk,” sevika muttered suddenly, almost to herself. her voice dropped lower as she took another swig from the bottle.

you went still.

“what?”

she tilted the neck of the bottle toward you, her eyes glinting. “can’t have you out there blabbing. telling your little bluecoats where i sleep. might bring more next time.”

you clenched your jaw. “i won’t say anything. just…just let me go. please.”

she exhaled. that amused, smoky little huff.

“mm. i don’t do please, rookie.”

she stared at you for a long second. not saying anything. just watching how your mouth trembled. how your thighs shifted. how your lower lip caught in your teeth.

“you drink?”

you blinked. “wh-what?”

“i said do you drink?” she repeated, voice flat.

“n-no. i don’t—I don’t drink, or smoke. i’m not like you—just let me—”

that’s when her eyes dropped to your lips.

she’d been looking at you, sure. but now she was staring.

you saw it shift behind her pupils. something hungry. something low and molten and mean.

“…shame,” she murmured, voice almost gentle. “should learn to take the edge off.”

she took another long swig. let it sit on her tongue for a second.

and then without warning, her hand fisted in your hair.

you yelped as your head was yanked sideways, mouth falling open in shock, and she kissed you.

no warning. no hesitation.

it was a crash. mouth full of smoke and burn and bitter beer, her tongue already sliding deep past your lips. her metal arm braced against the table while her other hand held your head in place, locking you there as the warmth of the liquor spilled from her mouth to yours.

you choked, gasped, tried to pull away, but she groaned into the kiss, deeper, forcing you to swallow it all, every bitter drop, until it dripped down your throat.

your body bucked, but your arms were trapped. the handcuffs rattled. and still she kissed you, messy and hot, lips moving slow and dirty, tongue curling against yours like it had every right to be there.

you choke a little, struggling to breathe as the alcohol spills from her mouth into yours. and Sevika? she just smirks into the kiss, forcing your lips open further with her tongue.

your noise is muffled. cuffed and pinned and stunned, and she’s still kissing you like she owns your next breath. she pulls back with a slow, filthy little smirk. a line of spit connects you.

“you do drink,” she says, voice husky. “you just needed someone to teach you.”

your lips are still parted, a bit wet, eyes dazed. you’re flushed, breathing fast, trying to think of something to say, but her hand doesn’t let go of your hair.

she leans in again, brushing your cheek with the rim of the bottle.

“sweet fuckin’ mouth,” she mutters. “could pour a lotta things in there, couldn’t I?”

you whimper. sevika grins.

“rookie,” she says. “lesson two: never let the bad guy get this close.”

and then she’s kissing you again.

this time deeper. wetter. less about beer, more about claiming. her tongue sweeps into your mouth, her thigh pressed up between yours again as she forces your lips open with ease. you’re still cuffed, still helpless. but god, you kiss back.

I got lazy and stopped here lmk if I should continue it

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1/2

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fucking a girl so good she is too wrecked to kiss back >> 

— this post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni.

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untied and unraveled

pt.2 to tied and teased

tags: power exchange, brat-taming, pussy spanking, penetration, refers to strap as cock, slight cnc, rough angry fucking

you’re so goddamn proud of yourself.

straddling sevika’s lap, your fingers are still buried inside her, knuckles glistening with the proof of your power. you just made her beg. sevika. the enforcer. the baddest bitch in zaun. her muscles were shaking, teeth gritted, hips rutting into your hand until the ropes creaked and the chair nearly gave out.

you grin down at her, drunk on the high of control. it felt nice.

she’s panting. her skins flushed and slick with sweat and restraint. the ropes are still taut, flesh wrist red where you tied it too tight, her metal arm gleaming where it’s secured behind the beam. if looks could kill, you'd be twenty feet underground.

she shouldn’t be able to move.

so you think you’re safe. you think you’re still in charge.

she lets you think that.

lets you kiss her slow. tongue shallow. lets you moan a little like a bitch in heat while you grind on her thigh again, fingers curling sweet around her jaw like she’s your plaything.

your fatal fucking mistake?

you didn’t see the flash of movement when you leaned in or the shift of weight under you.

and you definitely didn’t feel the blade she'd hidden in the lining of her waistband. or hear the snick of metal sliding against rope. didn’t notice the flex of her bicep as the knot around her mechanical wrist gave way.

not until her hand snaps forward and grabs your throat.

“what the fuck,” she growls, voice low and lethal.

your breath chokes in your lungs. you gasp, frozen, thighs tensing. her other wrist rips free. the ropes go slack.

your eyes go wide.

“wait—how did you—”

“quiet,” she snarls, already lifting you like you weigh nothing.

and then you’re over her knee.

face-down. ass-up. hips suspended over thick thighs that feel more like a trap than a seat.

“you think i wouldn’t get outta that?” she snaps, voice sharp and furious in your ear, fingers dragging your panties down to your knees in one brutal tug. “three knots? you think three knots could hold me, doll?”

“i didn’t-sevika, fuck—!”

her hand comes down hard.

SMACK.

right over your dripping pussy.

you scream.

your thighs jerk, your body bucks, but her arm slams across your back, holds you down.

“you fucked around,” she growls, another slap, wetter this time, “now you’re finding out.”

SMACK.

you’re soaked. every hit makes it messier, obscenely loud.

“you think you can mock me?” another slap. “edge me?” another, harder. “leave me tied like some fucktoy while you grind your pretty little cunt on my thigh?”

“m’ sorry, i was just—!”

“what, baby?” her hand cups your pussy. slaps again. “just playing?”

you sob into the chair. she’s not even fucking you, just spanking your cunt over and over until your clit’s throbbing, your thighs twitching, and your body’s bucking in raw need.

“i begged,” she snarls, pressing the soaked mess of you down into her thigh, grinding her hand into your slick, “and you laughed. you made me beg, doll. so now?”

another slap. your hips jerk each time.

“now i’m gonna make you cry.”

she spanks your cunt until you’re sobbing, drooling, whining, begging, grinding into her hand like some overstimmed thing that forgot what mercy even was.

and she dosn’t give you time to recover.

you’re still slumped over her knee, dazed and slick and ruined from the spanking, when she drags you up by the back of your neck and throws you on the bed. your legs barely have the strength to keep you upright.

you try to look up to see what she’s doing.

and then you see it.

her strap.

not her regular one. this is a monster.

fat, black, heavy, thick as her fucking wrist. it’s strapped low on her hips, harness pulled tight. her abs flexed as she stepped forward, the head of the strap already slick with lube she spread on.

you scramble back on your elbows.

“woah—wait—”

she tilts her head, silver eyes dark and gleaming.

“you don't get to wait.”

she grabs your ankle, yanks you down the bed like you weigh nothing, spreads your legs and climbs between them, the fat head of that cock slapping heavy against your cunt with a wet, stinging smack.

“you wanted control,” she fists the base, lining it up. “you wanted to tie me up, run that bratty fuckin’ mouth, make me beg—”

she slaps your clit with the head again. “so now you’re gonna take what you’re fucking given.”

and she pushes in.

the length is thick and unrelenting. your cunt stretches wide, too fast, too much, the burn making your back arch, mouth falling open in a silent scream. her eyes scan over your face for signs of pain and finds none. just overwhelm.

you clutch at her arms, nails digging into her biceps.

“sev, fuck-it’s too much!”

“take it,” she grits. “you’re gonna fucking take all of it.”

and she keeps going.

inch by throbbing inch, forcing that cock in until she bottoms out. until your walls are quivering around the base and you’re shaking under her like a live wire.

you’ve never felt so full.

“look at this greedy little cunt,” she breathes, pulling out half an inch just to slam back in. “fucking swallowing it already.”

she grabs your jaw and forces your eyes open, making you watch her while she starts to fuck you. hard.

full, brutal, body-snapping thrusts, her hips slamming into yours with heavy, echoing smacks. your whole body jolts with each one, legs trembling, eyes rolling back, lips parted in a dazed, ruined moan.

“you feel that, baby?” she pants, fingers sliding down to rub your clit with cruel circles. each hard thrust kissed your cervix. “feel me in your fuckin’ guts?”

you sob.

“c-can’t, can’t take it—”

“yes you can,” she snarls, snapping her hips faster. “you took control. now you’re gonna take this cock.”

your orgasm crashes like a goddamn explosion, thighs shaking and eyes rolled back far. but she doesn’t stop.

“oh, you’re cumming? good. ‘cause i’m not done.”

she flips you one-handed, face down, ass up. her hands grabs your hips and drive back in without warning. you scream into the mattress, fists twisted in the sheets, tears streaming down your face as she fucks you like a wild animal, balls deep and ruthless.

“stretching so good for me,” she growls. “this tight little hole needed a lesson.”

your voice is gone. just sobs, moans, slutty whimpers as your cunt gushes around that cock and leaks down your thighs.

sevika doesn’t stop until your whole body’s shaking, voice is ruined, and your cunt’s so wrecked it can’t close around the strap anymore.

and when she finally pulls out slowly, you drip.

she smirks and slaps your ass.

“get comfortable, doll,” her hands adjust your hips again. “we’re just getting started.”

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exactly why my type is big buff strong woman and skinny tall loser men

I keep seeing people thirst over Sevika and her big biceps… I just like Viktor. He’s so skinny and scrawny I would feel buff even when I’m not

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req - sev ravishing her girl ina place where she can't make too much noise so sev has to cover her mouth 🤭

"be quiet"

you should've kept walking. should’ve told her no, said “not here,” when she pushed you into the narrow back corridor where the busted metal grate kept swinging in the wind.

but the second your back hit that wall and her mouth found your neck? you forgot how to breathe, let alone object.

sevika’s breath is hot against your throat, her body pressing you hard to the wall, thigh already slotted between yours, grinding up where it aches. the overhead pipe hisses quietly above. old fluorescent light flickers once, then gives up.

she doesn’t need light.

she’s got your sounds. your heat.

“we shouldn’t—” you whisper, but her hand’s already sliding beneath your skirt, thick fingers pushing your underwear aside.

“should’ve thought of that,” she growls, “before you started givin’ me those fuckin’ eyes across the bar.”

you gasp, head falling back as two fingers sink into you like nothing. she’s already soaked her hand on your slick, and her thumb finds your clit so fast it punches a sound out of your chest.

“shh,” she warns. “you want someone hearin’?”

you nod—then shake your head—too far gone to make sense of anything.

and it’s so fucking wet, your cunt clenching around her fingers, walls fluttering as her knuckles push deep, rubbing that spot that makes your knees buckle. her free arm wraps tight around your waist to keep you pinned.

but you moan again. sharp. needy.

she snarls.

claps a hand over your mouth.

“shut it,” she hisses. “you wanna get caught?”

her palm is huge. rough. calloused. it covers you from nose to chin, muffling every sob as her other hand keeps fucking you, relentless now. you squirm, eyes wide, thighs twitching as she pumps faster, curls rougher, thumb flicking over your clit in dizzying circles.

you bite her hand.

her grip tightens. she smirks a little.

“fine.”

her fingers slip from your cunt just long enough for you to whine.

“open up, baby.”

you don’t even get to beg.

she shoves two fingers into your mouth.

deep.

your lips stretch around them, spit instantly coating her knuckles as your tongue tries to keep up. they taste like you.

“there,” she purrs, grinding her palm against your clit now, other hand stuffed in your mouth. “much better.”

you drool. your eyes flutter. your body rocks against hers helplessly, riding her hand like it’s the only thing that’s ever touched you right.

your moans come out garbled, slick and choked around her fingers. you’re gagging slightly, but your thighs keep trembling, your cunt dripping down her wrist.

“you’re fuckin’ ruined, huh?” she grins, voice thick with lust. “don’t even care where we are.”

and you don’t.

you’re too far gone. too cockdrunk. brain soft and slow, tears clinging to your lashes as she works you through it, grinding your hips down against her palm like your life depends on it.

you whimper. the sound’s soaked in spit and heat and desperation.

and sevika just watches.

dark eyes on your face, smirking slow as she feels your orgasm start to build.

“go ahead,” she says. “make a mess.”

you do. you scream around her fingers, barely audible, soaked in drool, and your whole body locks up as you gush over her hand, thighs quaking.

she keeps her fingers in your mouth. lets you come down like that. lets you breathe around her. lets you realize you can’t think anymore.

and she just laughs.

“too fucked out to even blush,” she mutters, pulling her fingers out of your mouth with a wet sound. she cups your chin after, thumb smearing your spit across your bottom lip. you slump into her, knees done, chest heaving.

“good girl.”

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i (do not) fear you are the best Sevika writer 😓

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sevika fingers you

pt.2 to sevika inspects your pussy

tags: rough fingering, dumbification, squirting, some degrading talk, mean dom sevika

she didn’t dive in.

not yet.

instead, sevika pulled back just enough to take you in, really take you in: spread out on her table, skirt bunched around your hips, panties shoved aside, trembling under her gaze like a storm had cracked you open. and fuck, the smirk on her face? it was pure sin. like she’d already decided how many ways she was going to ruin you.

“you’re so fuckin’ easy, huh?” she murmured, voice gravel-thick and lazy. “soaked and i barely even touched you.”

her hand dipped again between your thighs, and the contact was everything. rough fingers sliding through your slick heat, dragging slowly through folds already throbbing. her hand looked obscene down there, big and battle-worn, knuckles nicked, callouses scratching just barely as she toyed with you. she circled your clit once, and you gasped, back arching so hard you nearly slipped off the table.

“fuck,” sevika muttered, watching how the tiny swollen nub jumped under her thumb. “that all it takes, huh? this little thing’s so fuckin’ needy.”

she pressed again, firmer now, rubbing in slow, tight circles, and you gushed. It was visible, that burst of wet slick that glistened against sevika’s knuckles. you slapped a hand over your mouth, gasping.

but sevika caught your wrist with her free hand and pulled it away from your mouth.

“no. I wanna hear you.”

her voice was rough. commanding. a little hoarse from the smoke and the sheer need simmering just under her skin. “don’t you dare fuckin’ hide from me, doll. not when you feel this good.”

she continued circling, rougher this time, pressing into that little bundle of nerves with the side of her thumb while her other fingers teased lower, stroking the outer lips, dragging through the wetness, spreading you open just to look.

“shit, you’re so wet,” she muttered. “bet you’d suck my fingers right in, wouldn’t you?”

and she tested it, just the tip of one thick finger breaching you, not even pushing yet, just feeling that pulsing slick heat twitching around your entrance.

you moaned again, broken and breathy, your thighs trying to close unsuccessfully.

another rub. another squirt of slick. it ran down the inside of your thigh, and sevika’s eyes burned watching it trail.

“gushing like that every time I hit just right,” she growled. “fuck, it’s hot.”

she shifted her angle, pressed the flat of her thumb against your clit and rubbed tight, fast little circles, and fuck, you sobbed. your body jerked, hands grabbing at sevika’s shoulders for balance, your thighs spasming.

“mm. that’s what i wanna see.”

sevika was relentless now. two fingers slid inside, not slow anymore, but deep. and you cried out, head thrown back, arching so hard your breasts bounced with every breath, nipples flushed and so fucking pretty.

you clenched around her with that velvet heat, tight as a vice, wet as sin.

“you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ hard, baby,” sevika hissed, voice unsteady now, wanting. teetering between restraint and raw hunger. “keep gushin’ like that, and i’m gonna make this a fuckin’ habit.”

you wanted her to. badly.

and when she found that one spot inside, that perfect, swollen spot buried deep that made you go slack-jawed on the first hit? the one that made your eyes flutter and mouth part in a soundless moan like you've just been blessed?

sevika zeroed in.

“ohhh, there it is,” she growled, her smirk turning ruthless.

and then? she hammered it.

fingers curling just right, pressing into that sweet little patch of heaven over and over and over, stroking it with the kind of precision that could only come from a woman who knew exactly how to destroy. her other hand gripped your waist, holding you down, because poor you was jerking off the table now, hips trying to escape the pleasure like it was too much.

“you feel that?” sevika snarled, breath hot against your ear. “right there, huh? that’s where it hits, doll? that’s the fuckin’ button?”

she curled again, deeper, rougher. and you screamed. your fingers clawed at sevika’s arm, head rolling back, and for a second you didn’t even know where you were.

“yeah. that’s what i fucking thought.”

sevika wouldn’t stop. her fingers moved like pistons, steady, hard, brutal in their precision, slamming into that spot again and again while her thumb kept tight, ruthless circles on your clit. slick sounds filled the room, obscene and wet, every pump of her fingers making more gush, more slick, more mess.

“you’re so fucking wet for me,” sevika snarled, voice gone deep and growling. “drippin’ all over my fuckin’ hand. I could drown in you, you know?”

you were wailing now, legs trembling, head tossing, trying to speak, trying to say something, but the words kept breaking apart.

“can’t even talk, huh?” sevika chuckled darkly, bending down to bite at your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise while her fingers never let up. “dumb baby. so fuckin’ cockdumb on my fingers already.”

her palm was soaked. you was gushing on every thrust. your thighs spasmed violently, toes curling in those pretty little panties still clinging to one leg.

“and all this…” sevika muttered, panting against your neck, “from my fuckin’ hand. what d’you think’s gonna happen when I use my mouth, huh? or my strap?”

she twisted her fingers just a little, angled mean, and you convulsed, a full-body shudder.

“you gonna squirt for me?” sevika whispered, dirty and low. “gonna make a fuckin’ mess on my hand, filthy girl?”

you sobbed, barely able to nod, and sevika growled, licking the shell of your ear.

“that’s it. fucking take it.”

she pistoned into you faster, thumb never relenting on that aching clit, while your voice broke into wild, desperate moans. your thighs slammed shut around sevika’s wrist, trapping her there, trying to ride it out, but Sevika just forced them back open with brute strength and kept going.

“you asked for this,” she snarled. “wandering around all sweet, all soft, smelling like fucking heaven—doing that little lip thing, talkin’ all nice…”

another hard thrust, another scream.

“actin’ like you didn’t wanna get ruined.”

and then you arched. back bowing, mouth open in a silent cry. as your orgasm hit. it slammed into you like a wave, crashing through your whole body, legs locking around sevika’s arm, hands clawing at her back, gushing down her fingers in thick, wet pulses that made the woman groan into your skin. you were still wet, pretty pussy twitching in slow, involuntary flutters.

“there it is,” sevika purred, still fucking you through it. “there she is. that’s my girl.”

and you?

collapsed. boneless. wrecked.

exactly how sevika liked it.

this might be the best thing ive ever written holyy

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sevika inspects your pussy

"no one’s ever just… looked at me like that before."

"mm." sevika exhales smoke through her nose. doesn’t respond. doesn’t need to.

her thumb just presses, low and slow. right above your pubic bone, the thick callus dragging a lazy circle against your skin.

you're already bare. already trembling. your legs open, knees pulled up, thighs twitching with every second of silence.

she hasn't even done anything yet. just has you lying back on her bed, naked, soft under her hands, and watching you like you're a fucking science project she wants to dissect.

or a dessert she plans to take her time with.

“don’t squirm,” she murmurs, without looking up. you freeze. your breath catches.

her gaze is on your pussy now, half-lidded with interest, like she’s inspecting damage. or deciding how to ruin it.

“already wet,” she hums.

your cheeks burn. your thighs instinctively twitch together, but her metal hand is already there, firm and unmoving, keeping you spread with an ease that reminds you just how strong she is.

“mmn—sevika—”

“shhh,” she says, finally glancing up. that crooked smirk tugs at her mouth. “this part ain’t about you talkin’, doll.”

your breath stutters.

and then her fingers are back, so slow. just parting your folds with practiced ease. not even touching your clit. not even trying to get you off. just… looking.

examining.

“pretty,” she mutters under her breath, like she’s talking to herself. “tight little thing, too. fuck. look at her.”

you let out a shaky whine. your body’s hot all over. she's not even fingering you. not licking. not kissing. just spreading you open with her fingers and staring like she's memorizing it.

you feel like a specimen. a painting. a toy.

“she’s twitchin’,” sevika says, almost amused. “needy already?”

your face burns hotter. her fingers move slightly, just enough for her thumb to brush lightly over your entrance, like she’s testing the stretch, feeling how soft it is.

“bet you’d clench so tight around me.”

you gasp.

her eyes flick up, catching the way your stomach jumps, your nipples perk, your breath hitches.

“...that do something to you?” she leans closer. breath fans over your cunt. you shiver.

“me talkin’ about your pussy like i own it?”

your mouth opens. no words. just a sound.

"you like being inspected, huh?" she murmurs, voice lower now. darker. "like bein' spread open and praised for doin' nothin' but lay there and look fuckin’ perfect."

her nose brushes just barely over your inner thigh. you feel it. warm. intimate. almost gentle.

"don’t even need to touch you yet," she adds, voice rough with want. "just wanna learn how you react."

and then, one slow swipe of her tongue, not even your clit, just the underside of your folds. your back arches.

her smirk deepens.

"there she is."

you’re dripping.

she still doesn’t go in. still doesn’t finger you. just rubs two wet fingers together like she’s testing the texture, eyes locked between your legs.

“fuckin’ mess, already,” she mutters, almost proud. “and i haven’t even started.”

you make a sound that’s more plea than moan.

and she just laughs. throaty and dangerous.

“yeah, baby," she says, licking your slick off her fingers. “you’re so fucked.”

part 2

i cantttt shes so hot.

tt: sevikastr4p

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I really like ur characterization of sevika. What are some domestic/fluffy HCs you have about her?

domestic!sevika hdcns

❀ she fixes shit around the house even when it doesn’t need fixing.

not because she’s bored, but because her hands don’t know how to stay still when she’s home. there’s always a knife to sharpen, a hinge to oil, a frayed cable to wrap. if a cabinet door creaks? fixed. if a table wobbles? she’s under it with a wrench. it’s not even conscious. her brain just hunts problems, and fixing things is how she unwinds. you’ll walk in to find her shirtless with grease on her cheek and half the stove disassembled. you’re like “baby what the hell is wrong with it?” and she’s like “dunno. just felt off.”

you never ask her to stop. it’s hot.

❀ she always makes your coffee/tea/breakfast just the way you like it. doesn’t matter what time she got in, or how bruised she is. she wakes up first. limps to the kitchen. leans on the counter and lights a cigarette while the water boils.

you come in rubbing your eyes and find her mug already set beside yours, her hand sliding behind your back to pull you close, her voice still gravelly with sleep:

“morning, doll. your toast’s gonna burn.”

she memorizes how you like everything without asking.

everything.

❀ she’s not good at talking about emotions, but she’s trying.

you tell her you had a bad day and she doesn’t always know what to say. so she just nods, pulls you into her lap, and lets you vent with her arms tight around your waist. she won’t say much. might grunt. might drop a quiet “that sucks.” but her hand will move slow over your back. her chin will tuck against your shoulder. she’ll be there the whole time, solid and silent and yours.

later, she’ll patch something small for you. fix a hole in your coat. bring home your favorite snack. she loves in action, not words.

❀ she always falls asleep last.

even when she’s exhausted. even when you’re already dozing on her chest, one leg slung across her hip. she’ll lie there smoking, watching the ceiling, arm curled around your waist like a wall. she listens to your breathing. she watches the way your fingers twitch in your sleep. sometimes she mutters shit under her breath, little things she doesn’t say while you’re awake:

"fuck, you’re soft." "look at you." "don’t know what i’d do if you left."

you never hear it. but it’s all true.

❀ she makes you shower with her when she comes back from a job.

she likes when you undress her. when your fingers are gentle over bruises and rough skin. when you help her out of her coat, her shirt, her boots, your nose wrinkling at the blood or grease. you always grumble a little, call her a mess, sigh while turning on the tap. but your hands are always careful.

you shampoo her hair with your fingers.

she melts. actually melts.

she leans into the touch like her whole body is made of sleep and rainwater.

and when you press a kiss to her temple and whisper, “welcome home,”

her hands clutch your hips like she doesn’t want to let go.

❀ she secretly keeps little things that remind her of you.

a button from your old jacket. a doodle you left on her workbench. the receipt from your first lunch together. she tucks them in drawers, in the lining of her coat, behind her cig case. if you ever found out, she’d say it was “nothing.”

but it’s not.

it’s you. and she doesn’t throw that kind of thing away.

i need to write more sevika fluff tbh theres barely any on here

tt: @sevikastr4p

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I think it would be very fun to have Sevika tied up while you rile her up and see how furious she gets… much to think about

tied and teased

tags: bondage, power play, fingering, nipple play, begging, forcing sevika to be subby, edging.

you’d been begging to tie her up for weeks.

weeks.

and sevika had been saying no for just as long. every time you brought it up she’d just scoff, tip her chin at you with that smirk like you were playing at a game you didn’t understand, like you were real cute for thinking you could do anything to her that she didn’t let you do. but you kept asking, persistent, climbing into her lap with those soft, sweet eyes and your ridiculous pout and your even more ridiculous mouth. promising to be good. swearing you’d make it worth her time.

you were desperate for it. and sevika?

well, she wanted to see what you'd do with power. she was curious. and maybe a little cocky.

so she let you.

sort of.

“you get ten minutes,” she’d growled, pulling her shirt off as she sat back in the creaking old armchair in her safehouse, chest bare, eyes glinting like danger. “tie me wrong, and i’m breaking that headboard within five minutes.”

you grinned.

you didn’t tie her wrong.

no. you used three different knots, tested and double-tested—and had the rope wound tight around her wrists, binding them above her head to the iron beam behind the chair. she watched you do it, lips curled with lazy interest, letting you pull her mechanical arm taut, her flesh wrist even tighter. you straddled her thighs, made sure her legs were spread wide, left her muscles flexed under your weight.

and the whole time she just watched you. let you work.

she still felt powerful.

…right up until you started riling her up.

because you’d promised to behave.

you swore.

but the second you had sevika tied and helpless, her abs flexing beneath you, arms yanked above her head, those silver eyes glaring at you with heat, you lost your goddamn mind.

you started teasing.

slow. so fucking slow.

you pressed kisses to her jaw, her throat, bit at her collarbone. you kept grinding down into her lap, just barely brushing where it counted, then pulling back. dragging the strap against her abs and laughing into her neck when she growled. you cupped her tits, bit her lip, licked the corner of her mouth when she tried to bite you.

and sevika?

she was fuming.

tied up. flushed. jaw tight. glaring. her arms strained against the rope like she was ready to break the damn beam behind her. you could feel the tension radiating off her. she kept bucking her hips and you’d just lift off with a giggle, wagging your finger like she was some disobedient pet.

“you’re pushing your luck, doll,” she snapped finally, voice all gravel and restraint, “get me off or i swear to god—”

“swear all you want,” you purred, leaning in to nose at her cheek. “i'm doing what i want.”

she snarled. actually snarled.

her thighs flexed under you. her arms yanked hard enough the metal groaned above her. she bared her teeth like a feral thing, breath hot against your ear.

“just wait till i get out of these restraints.”

you just smiled sweetly. rocked your hips slow against her thigh. and whispered: “then beg.”

she froze.

you pulled back. stared down at her flushed, furious face. daring her. lips slick, eyes wide, that stupid little grin she hated on your mouth.

"c’mon, big girl," you murmured. "say please."

she laughed. once. bitter and full of smoke.

“fuck you.”

"you wish."

you leaned in and bit her earlobe. dragged your teeth down her neck and didn’t stop until she was twitching in the ropes, jaw clenched so hard you could hear it crack.

her voice was low. murderous.

“you’re gonna regret this.”

but your fingers were already sliding down her stomach. already brushing between her legs, under her boxers. already teasing just the very edge of her.

"maybe," you whispered, voice all saccharine evil. “but for now…”

you kissed her. slow and messy. like a girl who just lit the match and threw it into the gas. “...you’re all mine.”

and sevika?

she was still tied up. still furious. and wet as fuck.

you rock your hips just a little. just enough to make her grind her teeth, flex her thighs, curse through her teeth. you kiss her again, but lightly. you graze her lips with yours, smile against her mouth, mock her with your restraint.

“not so fun when you’re the one tied up, huh?” you murmur, voice sticky-sweet.

her silver eyes glare daggers at you.

you giggle.

“this is kinda what i feel like every time you’ve got me tied up,” you say, dragging your nails slowly down her stomach. “makes me feel real empathetic, y’know?”

“you’re dead,” she mutters.

you kiss her again.

“nah.”

you grind down slow. obscenely slow. her thigh flexes under you. her jaw is tight, her chest heaving, every breath louder than the last. you can see her straining again, muscles coiled, like if she could just get one hand free she’d flip the both of you and have your face in the fucking floorboards.

but she can’t!!

and you know it.

so you ride her thigh just enough to make you feel good. shift your hips in little motions she can’t sync with. you drag your tongue across her collarbone. you bite her. you moan soft and breathy just to taunt.

“mm—fuck, i could finish like this,” you whimper, hips rolling. “wouldn’t that be mean?”

she growls.

“don’t you fucking—”

“aw, poor baby,” you pout. you grind again. “wanna come too? too bad.”

you kiss her hard this time, hot and messy, just enough tongue to rile her, just enough pull on her bottom lip to make her strain for more. but when she leans in, you pull back.

“nuh uh,” you tease. “if you want something, ask for it.”

she laughs. dark.

“not fuckin’ happening.”

“you sure?” your hand slips down her stomach. lower. between her legs.

her hips jump.

“gonna be a long fuckin’ night for you, then.”

you lean in close. lips brushing hers. just enough to tempt.

“i’ve got time, baby.”

and then you go to work.

you press your palm just barely between her thighs, roll your wrist, make sure your touch is maddeningly light, more threat than promise. you lap at her nipple, mouth teasing, tongue flicking slow while your hips grind against her thigh like you don’t even notice the mess you’re making.

she groans. curses. bucks.

nothing.

still tied.

you pull back again.

“still don’t wanna beg?” you ask, faux-innocent.

“go fuck yourself.”

you laugh and slide your fingers in.

just two. just enough. slow. steady. shallow at first. then deeper. you start fucking her with your fingers while grinding on her lap, mouth on her throat, moaning softly just to mock the way she groans, gasps, and writhes. the ropes creak. the chair tips. her voice is wrecked and low.

you keep going. and going. and going.

until her hips are twitching, her thighs are flexing, and she’s snarling every time you pull away just as she’s about to crest.

you edge her. once. twice. four times.

by the fifth, her whole body is shaking.

and your voice? still teasing.

“you gonna come like this, tied up and begging?” you purr. “or you gonna be stubborn forever?”

“…fuck you…”

you curl your fingers just right.

she chokes.

“…i—fuck—”

you pull out again. and sevika snaps.

“please.”

your brows lift. lips part.

“what was that?”

she glares like she wants to tear the walls down with her teeth.

“…please,” she growls. “fucking please, let me come.”

you smile.

“awww.”

you lean forward. press a kiss to her mouth.

then sink your fingers back in. harder, rougher, faster.

“you’re so cute when you beg.”

and sevika? she comes so fucking hard she nearly breaks the chair.

pt.2 where sev does escape and gives reader hell..

editing acc: @sevikastr4p on tt

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oooooo…………… sev mocking readers moans….

❀ sevika who grins the second you whimper through your teeth, all choked up and trying to stay quiet. like it’s a game to her. like your mouth twitching is the most entertaining thing she’s seen all week. she tilts her head and leans in, murmuring right against your ear: “that the sound you make when you’re about to cum, doll? that pathetic little squeak?”

❀ sevika who imitates your moans in that low, taunting drawl: rough voice dragging every cracked syllable out, teasing you mid-thrust or mid-tongue like she’s bored, just to humiliate you. “nnnhhh sev, s’too much, can’t—” she mimics with a dramatic little gasp, rolling her eyes. “you sound real fuckin’ dumb like that, y’know that?” and then she gives you more.

❀ sevika who laughs when you try to hide your face or bite your lip. she grabs your chin, fingers dragging your bottom lip, and makes you look at her. “nah, don’t go all shy now. you were real loud a second ago. say it again for me, doll. what was it? ‘please’? ‘feels s’good’? bet i could make you cry it this time.”

❀ sevika who puts her big hand over your mouth. not to shut you up, but to feel how bad it gets. the vibrations of your cries. the way your hips buck and your eyes roll when her fingers sink deeper and her thumb brushes that sweet spot just right. then she pulls her hand back and licks her palm clean with a grin. “mm. still can’t believe a mouth that whiny tastes that good.”

❀ sevika who starts whispering your own sounds back to you after, when you’re boneless and twitching in her lap. smirking like the devil, blowing smoke between her teeth, and going, “you were so fuckin’ loud. sounded like a goddamn song. gonna keep you around just to hear that pretty cry again. i’ll won't even be gentle next time.” and you know she won’t.

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crazy how sevika was literally my bisexual awakening

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I'm curious 🤔 what song would she be playing or what song matches Punk Sevika energy better