sadiesdoll

[sadiesdoll]

stop being transphobic. trans men cannot be lesbians.

[sadiesdoll]

hiiii! i love your writing so much 💕 i had an idea for a sevika x reader, where sevika goes to the gym quite a bit and reader decides to join her just for fun.

. ݁₊ 🪽 . ݁˖ sevika helps you stretch.

contains: semi-public sex, size kink, strength kink, praise kink, abs riding, clothed grinding, light dom!sevika, mild overstimulation

Enjoy ♡

You didn't really mean to join Sevika at the gym.

It had started out as a joke—something you'd teased her about every time she came home looking like she'd bench-pressed a whole city block. But then one night, half-curled on the couch and high off the smell of her sweat-damp collar, you mumbled something like "maybe I'll come with you sometime..." and Sevika had just raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright. Tomorrow."

And now here you are.

Standing in the middle of a mostly empty gym with way too much equipment, way too many mirrors, and absolutely no idea what the fuck anything is.

Sevika's already working on something behind you—grunting low, the heavy clank of weights echoing every time she lifts. You glance over your shoulder just in time to catch the sleeveless hell she's got going on: arms flexed, tank top damp with sweat, gray joggers hugging her hips so perfectly it should be illegal.

You blink. Then look away fast.

Focus. You're here to bond. Support your girlfriend. Try something new.

You walk up to one of the machines— something with big padded handles and complicated-looking instructions—and confidently grab one of the bars.

Then freeze.

"What does this even do...?"

"You're about to dislocate your spine, baby."

You yelp and spin around. Sevika's behind you now, all towering and smug and shimmering with sweat, towel slung around her neck like she owns the entire building.

Which... technically, she kind of does. The gym manager adores her. Let's her in after hours. Always tells her to "lock up when you're done, champ."

"I-I knew that," you lie immediately, stepping back from the machine.

Sevika snorts. "Sure you did."

And before you can blink, she's stepping behind you—hands on your hips, warm and huge and grounding-and leaning down, her breath brushing your neck as she speaks.

"Let me show you."

Your pulse spikes. She's not even trying to be sexy. That's the worst part. She's just being her—confident and unbothered and strong as fuck.

She reaches around you to grab the handles, her arms bracketing yours, her body flush against your back. You feel the ripple of her stomach muscles every time she exhales, feel the press of her thighs behind yours.

"You wanna engage your core," she murmurs, adjusting your stance with ease.

"Keep your arms loose. Don't lock your joints."

You nod, barely absorbing the words. Her hands dip lower—grazing your stomach, guiding your hips back into place.

"Right here," she says, her voice rough and low. "This is where you wanna feel it."

You whimper.

Whimper.

Out loud.

Sevika freezes for a second. Then—fucking smirks.

"Y'know," she murmurs, voice practically a purr now, "you're not really here to work out, are you?"

You try to turn around, deny it, say something—anything—but she hooks an arm around your waist and lifts you off the ground like it's nothing. Just fucking picks you up and carries you two steps over to the stretch mats like a goddamn protein-drunk caveman.

You squeak. She laughs.

"Sit down," she says. "We'll try something easier."

You drop to your knees on the mat, cheeks hot, heart racing. You're so flustered you don't even notice Sevika lowering herself down too—until she's flat on her back, arms behind her head, sweat glistening on her chest, abs flexed under her tank like they were sculpted just to ruin your life.

"C'mere."

You blink. "What?"

Sevika taps her stomach. "You wanna learn, right? Come ride."

Your jaw drops.

"I-I thought we were stretching?!"

She smirks. "We are. I'm stretching you." 

She tilts her head. "C'mon, baby. Use me.

Let me make you feel good."

You hesitate for half a second.

Then slowly, very slowly, you swing one leg over her hips, straddling her warm, solid frame. Her abs are like concrete beneath you, and the second your thighs brush them—your whole body reacts.

"Oh," you breathe.

Sevika smiles. Lazy. Hungry.

"There you go. Just like that."

Her hands slide up your thighs, slow and heavy. You rock forward. Once. Tentative.

Her abs flex on purpose.

You gasp.

"Feel that?" she murmurs. "That's all you, baby. Keep going. Take what you need."

You don't even realize how you got here.

One second you're standing on shaky legs, cheeks hot and thighs sore from Sevika's "gentle guidance" on the stretch mats—and the next?

She's flat on her back beneath you, glistening with sweat, arms folded behind her head like she knows she's your undoing.

"C'mon, baby," she murmurs, voice low and lazy. "Right here."

She taps her stomach with two fingers— right between the ridges of her rock-solid abs.

"You said you wanted to try everything."

Your mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again—like maybe words will come out if you just try hard enough.

But nope.

You're too busy staring.

The way her abs flex and ripple under the low gym lights, the way the sweat shines along her chest and drips down her neck, the way her joggers are hanging just a little too low on her hips now—

God.

"W-What if someone—"

"There's no one here," Sevika interrupts, cocky. "We're alone. Lights are off out front. Security system's armed. Doors locked."

You swallow. That should make you feel better. But all it does is make your heart pound.

You're really gonna do this.

In the gym. On Sevika's abs. While she watches.

You climb over her slowly, thighs straddling her waist, knees sinking into the mat. You're already warm between your legs-buzzing with tension from the sheer filth of the moment. The second your clothed cunt brushes against her stomach, you feel it.

The heat. The pressure. The flex.

Like her body was made for this.

Sevika's eyes drop to the spot where you hover over her, and she bites down on a groan.

"Shit," she mutters. "Look at you."

Her hands grip your hips—gentle but firm, grounding you like you might float away.

"You nervous, sweetheart?"

You nod, your skin tingling with warmth. "A little..."

"That's okay," she breathes, voice velvet-dark. "You don't have to do anything. Just sit right here. I've got you."

You let her guide you down slowly. Her abs are hot and solid beneath you—each breath she takes making them twitch, flex, pulse right against your soaked underwear.

You gasp. Your hips jolt.

Sevika grins. "Yeah. That's it. Feel that?

You're already making a mess."

You slap a hand over your mouth. She catches your wrist.

"Uh-uh. Don't hide from me, baby."

She presses your hand to her chest instead—right over her racing heart.

"Feel that? You're the reason it's beating like this."

You moan—actually moan—and Sevika's stomach tightens. The flex sends a jolt straight to your clit.

You grind. Just once. Just to feel it again.

It's heaven.

The ridges of her abs roll beneath you with every movement, perfectly shaped to catch on the exact spot that makes your legs shake.

She doesn't rush you.

She just lies there. Watching you. Letting you use her. Whispering little praises every time your hips stutter.

"Good girl..."

"Look at you, making a mess on my abs like you were made for it."

"Fuck, baby, keep going—just like that."

And God, the eye contact—the eye contact is killing you. Her head tipped back, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lips parted just enough to show teeth every time she groans your name.

You feel her abs flex again beneath you—this time harder, on purpose—and your hips stutter.

"S-Sev..."

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Her tone is smug now. Wicked. "Gonna cum on my stomach like a needy little thing? You gonna soak me right here in the gym where anyone could see?"

You whimper. You're so close. Your puffy clit reacting to every grind. You didn't even know you could get off like this, but—

Sevika leans up suddenly on one elbow, her face right in yours.

"Be a good girl," she growls, "and cum for me."

You do.

Hard.

It hits you like a goddamn wave—legs shaking, thighs clenching, your cum dripping down your thighs, a cry tearing out of your throat as your body grinds helplessly down on her, soaking through the thin fabric between you.

Sevika's arms wrap around your waist instantly, holding you steady as you ride it out. Her lips brush your ear.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're so fucking perfect when you lose control like that."

You bury your face in her shoulder, panting, too wrecked to speak.

She chuckles—low and smug.

Then she grabs your ass with both hands and squeezes.

"Round two," she murmurs, voice dark again, "starts when you stop shaking."

thank you so much for the request <3

[sadiesdoll]

Hello 🙋

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

[sadiesdoll]

Hello 🙋

My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.

I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.

So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.

[sadiesdoll]

GRIND ‘TIL YOU CRY.

contains: sevika x virgin!reader, strap-on usage, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, clit play, finger sucking, cum play, praise kink, gentle dom!sevika, cockdrunk!reader, neck biting (no blood), light spanking, orgasm denial, aftercare

enjoy ♡

You were already straddling her hips when the nerves hit you.

Your palms rested lightly on Sevika's chest, her warm brown skin flushed gold in the lamp glow, the sheets under your knees soft and rumpled. 

You were naked—completely naked—for the first time in front of her, and the only thing separating you from her strap was your own hesitation.

"Hey." Her voice was rough, quiet, but steady. One hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing lazy circles just under your ribs. "You okay?"

You nodded quickly—too quickly. "Yeah. I just... I don't usually—uh, I mean, I've never-" You laughed breathlessly, embarrassed.

"I've only ever touched myself."

Sevika sat up a little, her good arm sliding around your back to support you. Her face softened.

"You wanna stop?"

"No." Your voice cracked. "I want this. I want you. I'm just... I don't know what I'm doing."

A beat. Then her lips curled into the tiniest, cockiest smirk. "Don't worry, baby. I do."

You bit your lip as heat shot between your thighs. That voice alone could ruin you.

She leaned forward, kissing your collarbone—slow, open-mouthed, warm. Her tongue flicked against your skin. 

"We'll go slow. I'm not gonna rush you. You just move how you need to. I'll be right here."

You nodded again, this time slower, more sure. Her strap pressed up under you—thick, firm, intimidating—but god, you were wet. Soaked, actually. You could feel it dripping down your thighs already.

Sevika noticed. She always noticed.

"You're so fuckin' wet, sweetheart," she murmured, sliding her hand between your legs to guide the strap. "All that from just thinking about it, huh?"

You whimpered, barely able to meet her eyes. Her gaze pinned you down anyway.

"You been touching yourself to this? Wishing it was me?"

You nodded. "Y-Yeah. So many times."

She groaned low. "Fuck. You’re adorable."

You braced your hands on her shoulders and finally—finally—started to lower yourself down. The head of the strap nudged your entrance, and you gasped, thighs trembling.

"Easy, sweetheart. Just a little at a time." She kissed your neck, sucking gently—just enough to leave a mark. "You're so tight, baby. Feels like your pussy's never letting go."

You shuddered as you sank down, inch by inch, breathing hard. It was so much. So full.

Not painful, just overwhelming. Sevika's hands gripped your waist to steady you, grounding you with every low, patient whisper.

When you bottomed out, your nails dug into her shoulders. You were panting.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," you whimpered. "It's so—mmngh—“

“None of that whimpering. Say it. Use your words, princess.”

“It’s so—full, Sev.”

"I know, baby. You're doing so good. Look at you."

You started to move. Slowly. Rocking your hips in tiny circles, easing yourself into the stretch. The friction lit something up inside you—something deeper than your fingers ever reached.

And then, without warning, your hips jerked forward a little too fast. You gasped. It hit just right. Right on that aching, swollen spot inside you.

"Oh my god—" you moaned.

Sevika chuckled darkly. "There she is."

You started moving again. A little faster. A little rougher. The way it rubbed against your clit every time you sank down made your whole body twitch.

It felt too good. Too much. You'd been so pent up, so desperate for something more than your own hands—and now you had it.

Her. This. 

The drag of her strap inside you, the warmth of her skin, her voice in your ear saying, "Fuck, look at you, baby. You're addicted already."

You were. It showed.

You were a mess—whining, grinding, moaning into her mouth. You grabbed her hand, sucked her fingers into your mouth without thinking. 

Sevika froze for a second, then let out the filthiest growl.

"God damn, you're really gone, huh?"

You drooled a little on her fingers. Couldn't help it.

She tilted her head, watching your blissed-out face with a lazy, hungry grin.

"Sweetheart... you're drooling."

You looked down, dazed, saliva slipping past your lip while your hips kept moving. You whimpered around her fingers.

"Fucking adorable," she muttered. "You're cockdrunk already, and I haven't even fucked you yet."

She kissed you hard, biting your bottom lip.

You moaned louder, needy and mindless now. You felt her reach between your legs again, rubbing slow circles on your clit while you kept grinding—grinding like your life depended on it.

"Don't cum yet," she warned. "Not yet. I wanna see you lose it first."

And you would. You were. A drooling, clenching, wet fucking mess—and Sevika wasn't done with you yet.

You didn't even realize how loud you were until Sevika growled, "You hear yourself, baby?"

Your hips were moving faster now, grinding down on her strap like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your soaked pussy squelched with every roll of your hips, and your breathy moans came out high and broken and endless.

"I—fuck—I can't stop," you whimpered.

Sevika's fingers moved back to your clit—slow, torturously slow—and circled it while you ground down.

"You're so fucking sensitive." Her voice was wrecked, almost shaky. "Didn't know it'd feel this good, hm?"

You shook your head frantically. "No-I mean yes—I mean I can't—please-"

And then she spanked you.

It wasn't hard—just a quick, firm slap to your ass. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you jerk and moan and clench so tight around her strap that she had to bite back a groan.

"Yeah?" she rasped. "You like that, sweetheart?"

You nodded so fast it made your head spin.

"Yes—Sevika—I like everything—please, please-"

She hissed through her teeth. Her hand stayed on your ass, squeezing tight, grounding you. Her fingers never stopped circling your clit—slick and slow, not giving you enough, teasing you right to the edge.

Your thighs were trembling. Your belly was tight. Your breath was all over the place.

"I'm close," you whimpered. "I'm—I'm gonna—“

But Sevika stopped.

You sobbed.

"Shh." Her voice was low, gentle, but firm.

"Not yet. Not like this."

You blinked, dazed, drool still clinging to your lip. "Wha...?"

"I want your first time cumming on my strap to be perfect, baby," she murmured. "I want you to remember it. I want it to stay on your mind forever. So not yet. Not until I really give it to you."

Your pussy clenched again. Your whole body shook.

Sevika looked up at you—and something changed in her expression.

You were dazed, panting, spit-slick around the mouth, grinding down like you were in a trance. You were a fucking vision.

And the second she saw the way your lip quivered when she took her fingers off your clit, something snapped.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she growled.

She surged up and bit your neck.

"Ah—!" you gasped, the cutest, neediest little cry slipping out as your body arched.

"S-Sevika—!"

She didn't draw blood. Just sank her teeth in enough to make you feel it. Enough to make you moan and cling to her harder.

Her hands gripped your ass like she was holding herself back from flipping you over and fucking you into next week.

"You feel too good," she whined against your throat. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy, baby—You're so perfect."

You whimpered, grinding harder, your pussy slick and messy against her strap.

She kissed the spot she'd bitten—then her tongue soothed it, slow and loving.

"Still with me?" she whispered.

You nodded, tears in your eyes now.

"Mhm..."

"Good girl." She cupped your face with her good hand. "Just keep going. Ride it slow. I'll get you there. But I want you cockdrunk and shaking by the time I let you cum."

You moaned helplessly.

Her fingers slid down again, teasing your clit while you moved.

"I love how sweet you sound when you get desperate," she muttered. "You sound like you need it so bad."

"I do," you cried. "I need it so bad—please—please—“

"You drooled all over my hand," she teased.

"What, baby? My cock too good?"

You nodded, crying and grinding. "Too good. So good. I can't—I can't think—“

"You don't need to think, sweetheart." Her voice dropped low. "Just fuck yourself dumb on my strap. I'll take care of you."

You were gone.

Absolutely out of your mind—drooling, whimpering, and still rocking your hips like Sevika's strap was the only thing keeping your body alive.

Your thighs were trembling. Your hands clung to her shoulders, nails leaving faint little crescent marks in her skin. And your mouth—god, your mouth was open and leaking spit, little strings of it slipping down your chin while you babbled incoherent little moans.

"Look at you," Sevika murmured, brushing her fingers over your tear-damp cheeks.

"You're drooling and cryin' on my cock, honey."

You whimpered, a fresh wave of tears prickling your eyes, even as you kept grinding.

"Is it that good?" she asked, smiling crookedly. "So good it's makin' you cry?"

You nodded so fast it made you dizzy. "Y-Yes—I c-can't—I wanna cum—p-please-"

Your voice cracked on the last word, and the second it did, you sobbed.

Your face crumpled. Your whole body jerked like you couldn't take it anymore. And Sevika immediately pulled you down into her chest, shushing you as she cupped your pussy with her palm—warm, strong, steady.

"Hey, hey. I got you," she cooed. "You're okay. Just feelin' too much, huh?"

You nodded, sniffling. "I need it—need it s'bad..."

"Yeah, I know you do." Her thumb circled your clit so slow you almost cried harder.

"You've been so good, baby. So fuckin' perfect. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise."

"Please," you whispered, tears dripping from your chin. "I wanna cum—I need to— please, Sevika-"

And then she fucked up into you.

Her hips lifted. Her grip on your ass tightened. And her strap slammed into the deepest, most perfect spot while her fingers rubbed your clit in the exact rhythm you needed.

Your mouth fell open.

You made a choked, broken little noise.

And then—you screamed.

Your orgasm ripped through you so hard it hurt. Your body locked up, your thighs shook, your pussy gushed so much it splashed against Sevika's lap, and you collapsed forward, shaking, sobbing, whining her name over and over like a prayer.

Sevika caught every second.

"Fuuuuck," she groaned, watching you ride it out. "That's it, baby. That's how I wanted it. Just like that. Scream for me. Fuckin' soak me."

You sobbed harder, body twitching, your voice all high and shattered and full of relief.

"Y'feel that?" she murmured. "That's what a real orgasm feels like, sweetheart."

You could barely breathe. Barely think. You were slumped over her chest, drooling, twitching, tears still running down your face.

And Sevika was so sweet with you after. 

Her hand never left your pussy—just soft, gentle strokes, too slow to overstimulate. Her other hand brushed your hair, kissed your temple, held your shaking hips down when you whimpered again.

She looked down at your soaked thighs and smirked.

"Goddamn," she muttered. "You made a mess, baby."

You giggled.

And then she dragged her fingers up your slit, scooped the dripping slick from your folds, and showed it to you.

"See that?" she said softly. "That's what it looks like when I fuck you right."

You stared, eyes glazed, lips parted—and when she brought her fingers to your mouth, you didn't even hesitate.

You sucked them in with a needy little whimper.

Sevika's jaw flexed.

"Yeah," she whispered. "That’s it, sweetheart."

You were still trembling when Sevika pulled the strap out.

You whimpered, your body jolting with the aftershocks, and Sevika shushed you instantly, one arm curling tight around your waist to keep you grounded.

"Shhh, I got you, baby. It's okay. I'm right here."

Your head lolled against her shoulder. You were spent. Crying, shaking, drooling a little—and completely boneless in her arms.

And Sevika? She looked at you like she was in awe.

"You did so good," she whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "So fuckin' good. You were perfect, sweetheart."

You let out a soft little whimper, still not fully back yet, and Sevika cradled the back of your head like you were something precious.

"Hey," she said gently. "Can I clean you up, pretty girl?"

You nodded weakly, and she was already moving—careful, slow, so fucking tender it made your chest ache.

She laid you back on the pillows with her arm still around you, pressed one more kiss to your jaw, and then grabbed a warm, damp towel from the drawer.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't mechanical. She cleaned you softly—like she was scared to hurt you. Every wipe was followed by a kiss. Every wince got a murmured "I'm sorry, baby." And when she finally pressed the towel between your thighs, she paused and whispered:

"You okay?"

You nodded, tears still on your cheeks.

"Mhm... just tired."

Sevika smiled.

"Yeah? That cock put you to sleep, huh?" she teased, but her voice was full of love.

She finished wiping you down, tossed the towel aside, and came right back to you-pulling you into her arms, wrapping the blanket around you both.

You buried your face in her neck. Your body was sore, aching, still tingling everywhere—but you felt safe. Warm. Loved.

"Did I do okay..?" you mumbled sleepily.

Sevika froze for a second.

Then she pulled you even closer.

"Baby," she murmured, her voice low and steady and soft, "you didn't just do okay.

You were the best thing l've ever touched."

You let out a tiny, broken breath.

She cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the dried tears from under your eyes.

"You're mine now," she whispered. "All mine. No one's ever gonna touch you like that but me."

You blinked, slow and dazed.

“…Okay," you whispered.

Sevika smiled like she'd just won the lottery. 

She kissed your lips. Kissed your forehead.

Kissed every little tear-stained inch of your face before pulling you into her chest again.

And then, as you drifted off to sleep, she murmured—

"Next time, I'm making you cum twice."

thank you so much to @anonymousgirl23456 for this amazing request <3 i hope u like it !!

[sadiesdoll]

Hi there 💜💜 I’m so obsessed with your writing and posts and things I love your blog so much. Not to sound like a suck up or anything but I love your writing. I have a request I would love if you could do if you want to of course :) kind of specific but can do with Vi or Sevika whichever you’d like. I was thinking that reader is really inexperienced but has been pent up her whole life from touching herself for forever but never having sex. And she’s having sex with Vi or Sevika for the first time. Specifically riding a strap. And it’s soft at first and slow because reader’s so shy but reader gets really desperate once she realizes how good it actually feels compared to touching herself. This is literally my dream fic and I love your writing I would love it so much :)

omg Hii!! You don’t sound Like a suck up at all! You’re so sweet and your words make my heart so happy ♡ I saw your request 2 days ago and im now responding to it so I can let you know that im almost done writing it and it’ll be posted tomorrow <3 thank you so much for your support, it means the world to me!! I can’t wait for you to read it :,) I hope that you’ll like it 🫧

[sadiesdoll]

. ݁₊ 🪶 . ݁˖ cowboy!sevika fucking you through an apology.

contains: age gap (reader is in their mid-20s, sevika is in her late 30s), brat taming, strap-on use, face grabbing, manhandling, strength kink, overstimulation, clit play, nipple play (kinda)

enjoy ♡

The door slams harder than she means it to. 

Boots thudding heavy.

Spurs clinking.

Dust still on her jeans from the barn, hair tied back with a loose black bandana, jaw tight and lips set.

"You done bein' a brat?" she asks, voice low and rough, like gravel and smoke.

Doesn't even wait for an answer before her hand's on your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek to tilt your face up.

"You wanna pout at me all day, fine. But now you're gonna lay there and take what you been beggin' for."

She doesn't undress.

You do.

Tugs you onto the bed like it's nothin', like you weigh nothing at all, like you're hers to manhandle.

Then she stands at the foot of the mattress, pulls her belt loose with a slow, rough drag of leather, and lets the clink echo.

God, her fingers are dirty. Grease—stained, rough. And she's got her strap already buckled low on her hips—thick and heavy and mean, glistening with lube.

She climbs over you with her boots still on, jeans halfway undone, teeth gritted like she's trying not to fuck you too hard.

Her hat's thrown on the dresser but her attitude is still on—ranch-hardened, sunbitten, mean.

You're already leaking. Legs shaking. Breath hot.

But Sevika just presses her palm flat to your stomach and holds you down.

"Gonna make you say it," she murmurs, not moving yet. Just grinding her strap slow against your soaked cunt, letting the pressure build until your thighs are quivering.

"Said you didn't need me. Said you were fine."

She lines herself up. One thick hand curling around your hip like she owns it.

"Let's see how fine you are with my cock this deep, sweetheart."

She pushes in with one long, slow stroke.

Doesn't stop even when you moan like you're gonna cry—just shushes you gently, wiping the tear from your cheek while her cock drags over every nerve-ending inside you.

"That's it. Breathe through it."

She kisses your neck.

"You take me so fuckin' good."

You can feel her belt buckle cold against your inner thigh. The weight of her cock inside you so deep you swear you're gonna see stars.

And she's still got her damn jeans halfway up her thighs.

Still got the scent of sweat and hay and musk clinging to her shirt.

She smells like outside. Like long days and rough hands and work.

And she's fucking you like you're her reward.

"Look at that."

She pulls out almost all the way, then snaps her hips forward again-slow and brutal, cock hitting you deep while her hand covers your mouth.

"Drippin' all over me and I haven't even started fuckin' you proper yet."

You're so full. So fucking full.

The rhythm she finds is slow and lethal. No mercy. No break. Just long, deep strokes and fingers brushing your nipples under your shirt.

She doesn't need to rush—she's got you.

Pinned. Whimpering.

All hers.

"You wanna be good now?"

She pulls your leg over her shoulder and starts fucking you deeper.

Meaner.

Thumb rubbing slow circles into your clit while your body arches off the bed.

"Then cum on my cock and quit makin' me teach you lessons like this."

And when you do—when your whole body shakes and your thighs twitch and your mouth goes slack beneath her hand—

She kisses your forehead and mutters:

"That's my girl. Now roll over. I'm not done with you yet."

[sadiesdoll]

send me asks pls i wanna interact with u guys </3

[sadiesdoll]

hiii would you ever do a ellie x reader where the reader is like super duper rich and a little bit of a snob and brat but her and ellie are dating??

୨୧ ellie is capable of tolerating anything, including your bratty attitude.

contains: mild smut at the end.

When Ellie first met you, she wanted to throw you off the balcony.

You were sitting cross-legged on Dina's white leather couch, wearing something sheer and sparkly with sunglasses indoors and a wine glass in your hand like a goddamn celebrity. Ellie offered you a beer and you blinked at her like she'd handed you sewer water.

"Do I look like I drink beer?" you asked.

Ellie scoffed. "Jeez. Fuck me for trying to be nice.”

It was hate at first sight.

You were stuck-up, spoiled, dramatic. She was blunt, rough around the edges, and couldn't care less about labels—unless they were on a guitar pedal. You thought her boots looked like they'd been chewed on by a dog. She thought your purse probably had a security code.

But for whatever reason, the two of you kept running into each other. Dina's parties, bookstore openings, a concert where Ellie caught you looking way too long during soundcheck. 

And one night, when it was just the two of you on the rooftop, tipsy and sniping at each other in the moonlight—you kissed her.

Hard. With teeth.

"You're the worst," you panted.

"You're fucking unbearable," she muttered.

And she still pulled you onto her lap.

Now, you're dating. God help everyone.

Ellie never thought she'd be this whipped.

This down bad.

But somehow—she is. And honestly, it's starting to get concerning.

You throw tantrums when you can't find your lip gloss. You're always dragging her into overpriced boutiques, always late to dates because your outfit isn't perfect, always demanding her attention like you're a spoiled little popstar.

And Ellie?

She loves it.

You give her the silent treatment over the smallest things—she buys the wrong oat milk, forgets your charger, puts your cashmere sweater in the dryer—and she just looks at you like you're the eighth wonder of the world.

"You done pouting, baby?"

"No."

"Don’t mind it. You look really cute like this."

She's addicted to it. Your attitude. Your big, ridiculous sunglasses and your shopping bags and your scowl when someone dares to flirt with her in public.

"Ugh, people here are so thirsty," you hiss one night, practically draped over her at some party. Ellie just grins and lets you stake your claim.

You try to push her buttons constantly.

Rolling your eyes. Giving her that bratty little smirk. Saying shit like "I could do better" just to see if you can get a rise out of her.

But Ellie never takes the bait.

Not in public, anyway.

Because behind closed doors?

When you've finally gone too far—when you've huffed and pouted and whined just a little too much—Ellie grabs your wrist and yanks you into the bedroom with that look in her eyes.

"You wanna act like a spoiled little brat?" 

she growls, voice low in your ear. "Keep talking, princess. I’ll fuck that attitude right outta you."

You whimper. Instantly.

And it embarrasses you.

No one has ever had you this flustered, except her.

She bends you over her lap and makes you apologize with your face pressed into the sheets, muttering sweet, cruel things while her fingers work you open slow.

"Can't stand how fuckin' bratty you are sometimes."

Then a kiss to your shoulder.

"But I love it. God, I love it."

You're too pretty to punish. She says that every time.

Even when you're whining, even when you're begging, even when you're grinding back on her hand with tears in your eyes— Ellie's still kissing you like she worships the ground you walk on.

Because she does.

You're her spoiled little princess.

And she wouldn't change a single thing.

[sadiesdoll]

cuties please recommend some kinks I should write about in my upcoming sev fics.. im lowkey not freaked out enough I need ur help ♡

[sadiesdoll]

i love being a femme that appreciates masculinity in women instead of calling them “wannabe men” and “fakebians” ♡

[sadiesdoll]

You niggas complain to damn much nobody wants to see fucking trannys in lesbian spaces Sevika is a girl not a man stop writing her with a penis you fake lesbian

#LOSERRRR

[sadiesdoll]

saw a post on here whining about how people write sevika as butch-coded, give her a daddy kink, make her g!p, or give her a breeding kink and apparently that's "turning her into a straight man." like... be serious. you're not uncomfortable with her being "written like a man" , you're uncomfortable with butches. full stop.

the second a woman leans into masculinity in a way that isn't soft, sanitized, or made palatable for you, suddenly it's "bad writing" and "unrealistic".

and let's talk about the outrage around her being written as g!p or having a breeding kink because that's where the mask really slips. the disgust some of you express the second a woman (especially a masculine one) is written with a dick or engages in a kink associated with "male" sexuality? yeah that's not just discomfort. that's lowkey transphobia and butchphobia.

because what you're saying is: if a woman takes up sexual space, masculine sexual space, then she's no longer a woman to you. that her queerness, her dominance, her presentation, makes her "basically a man." and that mindset erases trans women, erases butch women, erases gnc lesbians. all because it doesn't fit your narrow, cis-femme-centered view of what a woman should look like.

sevika is canonically masc presenting, she will never be the feminine, soft, dainty woman you want her to be. she is a BUTCH!! Deal with it!!

stop acting like masculinity in women is something to be fixed or softened. Not every female character needs to be nurturing, passive, or femme-coded to be “valid.” there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with exploring her through a butch-dominant lens.

[sadiesdoll]

not enough ppl appreciate sevika’s butchness </3

[sadiesdoll]

"FEM IS NOT THE SAME AS FEMME" i scream as i'm locked away... "MASC IS NOT THE SAME AS BUTCH" i yell into the void...

[sadiesdoll]

seeing femmes who hate butches is so hilarious to me because you cannot call yourself a femme if you do not like butches. that’s not how it works. you can absolutely be femme4femme or not want to date butches but i’m talking about femmes who just don’t like butches AT ALL. in ANY way. one of the points of being a femme is protecting all other lesbians, ESPECIALLY butches!! and vice versa for butches protecting femmes!! we rely on each other and always have!! historically!! and more importantly–how can anyone hate butches???? truly baffling.

[sadiesdoll]

pretending every love song with masculine pronouns is about a he/him butch

if it’s not butchfemme, i will make it butchfemme