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sevika week - day 1 [loyalty]

sevika x fem!reader, jealousy, fingering

you never worried about sevika.

not really.

you knew who she was—tall, broad, brutal, the kind of woman who walked into a room and made it stop breathing. she didn’t just turn heads, she snapped necks.

people didn’t flirt with her.

they offered themselves.

and you’d gotten used to it—how folks stared, whispered, how they looked at you like how the fuck did she end up with her?

but tonight?

tonight it gets under your skin.

you’re sitting on the edge of the bar at the usual spot, sipping on something sweet while sevika plays cards at her usual table. her coat’s slung over her chair, mechanical arm propped up like a shield. she’s halfway through a smoke, halfway through winning a round, and then—

some woman walks up to her.

not shy. not drunk.

just confident.

leaning over, tits pushed together like they’re bait, fingers brushing sevika’s shoulder like they belong there.

you can’t hear what she says, but you see sevika smirk.

see her lean back slowly.

and your gut twists.

because suddenly it feels like everyone in the room knows what that woman’s asking for.

and sevika’s not sending her away. not yet.

you slide off your stool, head low, throat tight.

your drink’s abandoned.

you don’t make a scene. you’re not that girl.

you just dip into one of the side hallways, where it’s quieter—cooler—less humiliating.

you don’t cry.

not yet.

but your chest hurts, and your hands won’t stop fidgeting, and you hate that tiny voice in your head whispering:

maybe she changed her mind.

you don’t hear her footsteps.

you just feel a wall at your back, a big hand on your waist, and her scent—smoke, leather, metal—everywhere.

“where the fuck’d you run off to?”

her voice is low. dangerous. but not angry. not really.

“needed air,” you mutter, not looking at her.

silence.

“is this about that chick?”

you glance up.

she’s got that look. the one where her jaw’s tight and her eyes are narrowed, like someone said something real stupid and she’s trying not to lose it.

you shrug.

“i mean. she was cute. and bold. maybe you wanted someone like that.”

her brow twitches. once.

then her hands are on you—rougher than usual, grabbing your jaw, your hip, her mechanical fingers warm against your skin.

“you really think i’d let someone like that touch me?” she growls. “after you?”

you don’t answer.

her hand slides lower. fingers splay wide across your stomach. then your inner thigh.

“you really think i’d fuckin’ entertain anyone else when i’ve got this pussy at home beggin’ for me?”

you gasp—her hand’s between your legs now, cupping you through your clothes. you’re wet. of course you are.

“sev—”

she pushes you back against the wall, lips at your ear, voice pure gravel and heat.

“nah, doll. let’s clear this up now.”

you whimper.

“loyalty’s not just about words. it’s what i do when eyes are on me. and it’s what i don’t do when temptation tries.”

her hand slips into your pants.

you moan.

“i don’t let them touch me.”

two fingers press right against your clit. slow circles. hard pressure.

“i don’t take their numbers.”

she’s whispering now, lips brushing your jaw.

“i don’t even look twice.”

she slips lower, teasing your entrance. you clench around nothing.

“because i’ve already got the best fucking thing in zaun between my fingers every goddamn night.”

you gasp as two fingers slide in—deep, perfect, claiming.

your hips buck. her hand pins you to the wall like she’s staking her flag.

“they can flirt all they want,” she mutters, fucking into you slow and filthy.

“but you? you’re the one who gets me.”

you’re already close. already whining.

your jealousy dissolves into heat, into breathy moans, into the wet sound of her fingers pumping you full.

“im yours. say it back,” she growls, licking a stripe up your neck.

“fuck—sev, i’m yours—”

“again.”

“i’m yours,” you cry, hips stuttering, voice breaking.

“damn right you are.”

and when you cum?

it’s hard. fast. overwhelming.

you shatter in her arms, sobbing her name against her throat, hands clinging like she’s the only thing tethering you to earth.

she holds you through it.

doesn’t let go, even after.

she pulls back just enough to look in your eyes, thumb brushing your cheek.

“next time someone flirts?” she says. “you come sit in my lap. make it real clear who i belong to.”

you blink up at her.

“…you’d let me?”

she grins.

“hell no. i’d make you.”

a lil late but better later than never

editing acc: @sevikastr4p on tiktok

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munch sevika.

dom!sevika, sub!reader, messy, pussy drunk oral, overstim, short drabble.

you don’t know when she got down there.

one minute, sevika had you against the wall, hand wrapped around your throat, teeth scraping the shell of your ear with a low, “you gonna be good for me, doll?”

and the next?

you’re sprawled, thighs over her shoulders, breath hitched, hands scrabbling against the headboard because holy fuck.

her tongue is everywhere.

she’s not gentle, she eats pussy like it’s a goddamn fight—lips sealing around your clit, tongue relentless, messy, ravenous. It’s not slow, not teasing—

It’s possession.

you try to close your legs and she growls against you, metal arm pinning your thigh open like she owns it. (she does)

you’re already shaking, already dripping, already on the edge—

and then she spits on your pussy, spreads it with her tongue like she’s savoring it, and rasps, “tastes better every fuckin’ time.”

and baby, you’re gone.

moaning. squirming. crying out her name like a prayer while she sucks your soul straight out through your cunt.

she doesn’t stop.

not until you’re ruined.

not until you beg.

and even then?

she licks her lips and smirks,

“think i’m done?

nah, doll. i’m just gettin’ started.”

editing acc: @sevikastr4p on tiktok

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Dealer!Sevika Headcanons

NSFW UTC

SFW

Dealer!Sevika who you meet through a friend of a friend when they go to buy from her. Neither one of you can keep your eyes off the other, and both of you are teased by your friends for it.

Dealer!Sevika who asks about you so much that your friend just sends you to pick up some weed for them.

Dealer!Sevika who gives you a couple of prerolls in exchange for your number, but definitely tells other people that you just offered it.

Dealer!Sevika who doesn't just ask you out on a date, but invites you over weekly to smoke with her and that turns into a standing date.

Dealer!Sevika who brings you along to any parties that she gets invited to, thus giving you the reputation of "Sev's girl" before the two of you even actually kiss.

The two of you have your first kiss whenever you ask her if shotgunning actually works (you were both already kind of high, so you don't actually know)

Dealer!Sevika who refuses to let you smoke around people who don't buy from her because she doesn't know their quality, and rolls you special joints and blunts with flowers in it so your weed smells nice.

Dealer!Sevika who finds out your favorite munchie snacks and always has plenty of them.

Dealer!Sevika who flat out stops going to parties for more than a drop off because she'd rather just spend her night smoking and making out with you than get drunk and tell other girls that she's taken.

Dealer!Sevika who starts a flower garden so she always has dried flowers for you specifically.

NSFW

Sevika is already wanting to spend every moment she can eating you out, but it gets so much more intense when she's been smoking. She will absolutely zone out and keep going until you start making concerning noises above her.

Sevika also loves watching you ride her while she smokes, frantically trying to get yourself off while she does nothing beneath you except occasionally buck her hips.

Sevika is careful not to get too high or let you get too high before sex, and at first, she won't let things get too heated unless you're both sober.

Sevika is cuddly when she's high, so expect a lot of cuddling during aftercare. She's at her softest when she's just cum or made you cum and at the peak of her high.

Sevika absolutely looks into what strains work like aphrodisiacs, and is intent on personally testing all of them.

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munch sevika pt.3

dom!sevika, sub!reader, facesitting, slightly insecure reader, sevika gets pissed

you’re shaking.

not from fear. not really.

just nerves and heat and the ache that’s been building all fucking night.

because sevika’s laid out under you—back against the couch, one arm lazily slung across her stomach, the other bent behind her head like she’s on vacation.

her shirt’s unbuttoned. boots off. cocky smirk on her lips like she planned this whole thing and she’s just waiting for you to get with it.

“what’s the holdup, doll?”

her voice rumbles from beneath you, low and thick like whiskey in a dirty glass. “you look like you’re about to pass out and we haven’t even started.”

you swallow hard. thighs trembling on either side of her head, dripping onto her chest, cunt soaked from how long she’s been teasing you—pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs, humming against your skin, dragging those fucking teeth just close enough to make you twitch.

you want to sit on her face.

you want it so badly it’s starting to hurt.

but your brain won’t shut up.

“i… i wanna,” you murmur, fingers twitching against your own hips, nails digging in like they’ll hold the uncertainty back.

“i just—i dunno. what if you can’t breathe?”

sevika blinks.

and for a second she doesn’t say anything. doesn’t even move.

just stares at you with a look that could peel paint from the walls.

“…you serious?”

you glance down. nod, barely.

“that’s the fucking point, doll.”

“okay, but what if—” your voice falters again, softer this time. “what if i’m too heavy?”

her jaw sets.

not annoyed.

furious.

but not at you.

at the thought—the poisoned idea—that you’d even question if she wanted you like this.

“you think i’m not strong enough to take a little weight?” she says slowly, voice cool and tight. “you think this face wasn’t made for that pussy?”

your breath catches.

“no, i didn’t mean it like—”

“nah.” she cuts you off, sitting up a bit, eyes like storm clouds. “you think i’m just playing around here? you think i’d be down here begging for a taste if i couldn’t fucking handle you?”

“sev—”

“sit.”

your thighs twitch.

sevika’s hand comes up—her metal one—and cups the back of your thigh. she squeezes. hard enough to remind you who the fuck you’re dealing with.

“doll,” she said, slow and sharp, “i’m gonna say this once.”

“you ever call yourself too heavy again?

i’ll bend you over and fuck you so hard you forget what words even mean.”

your pussy throbbed.

“i want your cunt on my face. i want you to use me. if i can’t breathe, i’ll pull you down harder.”

you swallowed.

“now,” she growled, dragging you lower, breath hot against your dripping folds. “be a good girl,

and fucking sit.”

you open your mouth—maybe to thank her, you don’t even know—

but then she drags you down.

a sharp, final yank, and your thighs settle on either side of her face, cunt flush to her mouth, and you both moan at the contact.

she doesn’t wait.

doesn’t tease anymore.

her tongue is everywhere—hot, wet, greedy.

she licks you from entrance to clit, moaning like she’s been starving for it, like the taste of you is better than anything she’s had in weeks.

her hands grip your hips and pull you down harder, rocking you against her face, nose pressed tight to your clit as she devours you like you’re dessert and dinner and a fucking religion all in one.

you cry out—hips jerking—trying to lift yourself off because it’s so much, but her arms wrap around your thighs like steel.

“don’t you fucking move,” she snarls between licks, voice muffled against your slick cunt.

“you ride this face like i told you. you don’t stop ‘til you’re seeing stars.”

“sev—fuck, i—”

“grind on it,” she orders, tongue flicking your clit fast and brutal. “now.”

and you do.

you ride her face.

you fuck yourself against her mouth like you were made for it.

it’s messy. primal. filthy.

your juices drip down her chin, down her throat. your thighs tremble. your breath hitches. your hands clutch at her hair, nails dragging across her scalp. you feel her growl when you do it—feel it, right through your core.

and when you cum?

you scream.

not just her name—raw sound, ripped from your lungs as your body breaks over her mouth, as your vision shatters, as your hips jerk and your legs nearly give out.

but sevika doesn’t stop.

you’re panting. twitching. begging.

“sev—please—can’t—”

she just licks up your mess, spits it back onto your pussy, and licks again.

“told you,” she rasps, voice hoarse and soaked. “if i can’t breathe, i’ll pull you down harder.”

you go again.

sobbing this time.

and sevika doesn’t let you up until you’ve cum twice more, collapsed and boneless and wrecked above her—your body trembling, cunt swollen and twitching, thighs streaked with her spit and your cum.

she finally lets go.

just enough to breathe.

but when she looks up at you—lips glossy, eyes wild, jaw slick with you—she grins.

“too heavy, huh?”

her tongue flicks out.

“fucking try me.”

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｡𖦹°‧ sevika + size kink

imagine sevika with a raging size kink. not just because she’s big—though she is, built like war and ruin—but because you’re not. you’re soft, sweet, and pretty in that way that makes her jaw tense, like she wants to ruin you to see what your voice sounds when you cry.

cw: size kink, biting, slight choking, strap referred as cock by sev, sevika fucks rough ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

and the worst part? you have no idea what you’re doing to her. you’re always teasing her without meaning to—like you haven’t figured out what sevika could do to you if she used even a fraction of her strength.

just like today.

you’re in one of her shirts and gray panties—barely covering the tops of your thighs, laughing as you dart around the apartment barefoot. 

“bet you can’t catch me,” you giggle, glancing back over your shoulder with that look, like you think she won’t.

you’re fast.

sure.

but she’s stronger.

and the second you cut around the corner, laughing, sevika moves. she catches you like nothing—one arm wrapped around your waist, dragging you flush against her chest before you even register the shift.

“gotcha,” she mutters in your ear, voice rough.

you squirm, breath catching—your playful energy stuttering as she lifts you off the floor like you weigh nothing. “sevika, that's not fair!”

“what was that, sweetheart?” she hums, already turning you in her grip, holding you in the air like a little toy. “thought i couldn’t catch you?”

you’re breathless, hands clutching her shoulders now, thighs pressing tight around her hips without thinking. and she feels it—the heat between your legs, the twitch in your muscles, the way your body melts from being handled.

“you don’t even realize what you do to me, do you?” she asks, staring at you with something dark behind her eyes.

you’re not smiling anymore, just wide-eyed, panting, and dizzy. you don’t even get the chance to answer—because sevika’s already got you pressed up against the nearest wall—the harshness of her action knocking the air out of your lungs. her body’s so close to yours, heat radiating off her, one knee slotted between your thighs to keep you there.

“you like that, huh?” sevika’s eyes rake over you, as her metal hand grabs your waist. “you want me to chase you around, like some fuckin’ game? do you get off to that?”

you whimper—still trying to squirm yourself away from her grip, only to realize she’s not even trying, she was just using the littlest of her strength to remind you she could crush you if she wanted.

“such a tease,” she whispers, lips brushing against your ear. “running around like you don’t know what you’re doing? think i don’t know how wet you get when i grab you like this?”

you can’t respond—all you can do is gasp when her free hand, slides down, until it pushes up her shirt you’re wearing, baring your panties—with an obvious soaked spot.

“fuckin’ knew it,” she breathes, voice lower. “this pretty pussy’s been begging for me all day. all you had to do was tell me—but you wanted to play games.”

you whimper, hips shifting. “please—”

“you want it?” she asks, grinding her knee up against your clothed pussy. “words, baby.”

“i want you, sev,” you breathe. “please.”

sevika cuts you off with a groan—pulling your panties to the side and circling your clit slowly with two fingers. “if you want this—” she murmurs, kissing your throat. “—you’re gonna take what i give you.”

she could’ve fucked you right there against the wall—had every intention of it, with your panties pulled to the side and your legs wrapped around her hips—but something in her eyes shifts.

control.

that’s what she wants.

not just to ruin you—but to own you.

sevika scoops you up, tossing you over her shoulder like nothing but a doll. you squeal, fists thudding weakly against her back as she walks, but you don’t really want her to stop—and she knows it.

“got energy in you?” she laughs, playfully smacking your ass. “we’ll fix that.”

she tosses you onto the bed face-first, hands already on the backs of your thighs, dragging you toward the center. you don’t peek when you hear her move around—already knowing what she’s doing. 

the mattress shifts as she climbs up behind you, heavy and looming, the creak of the bedframe almost obscene. her chest presses to your back—solid, wide, smothering—pinning you down with her weight. 

you try to wiggle, uselessly. “vika—”

“mhm, look at you,” she mutters, voice soaked in mockery as her hands drags your shirt over your back, exposing the curve of your spine, your waist, the swell of your ass. “so fuckin’ pretty.”

your back arches on instinct, needing something, but she presses down harder—grinding her hips against yours, and you finally feel the strap she’s wearing. it’s bigger than usual, and you know what you’re in for.

“so small,” she murmurs. “so damn easy to break. you don’t even know how much i’m holding back, do you?”

you moan something incoherent, nails clawing at the sheets as she lines herself up. “sev, please.”

“that’s right,” she purrs, sliding the head of the strap against your soaked pussy—not pushing in yet, just teasing. “take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

and when she sinks in, slowly, you whine—your body pushed into the mattress so hard you can barely move. she’s still atop you—chest against your back, one hand on your hips and the other gripping your jaw, keeping your head turned enough for her to look in your eyes.

“fuckin’ hell,” she groans, staring to move, steady and punishing—every thrust pushing you into the mattress. “look at you—taking it so well. my pretty girl.”

your legs try to close—too much, too full. sevika notices, pushing your legs open with one of hers—so easily you don’t even fight it.

“uh-uh,” she tsks. “you wanted it, now take it.”

you nod, biting your lip as you try and stare at her—the grip on your jaw tighter, as she fucks you with the same strength you tried to test earlier.

“this what you wanted?” she pants. “to feel how tiny you are under me? how useless you’re when i’ve got you like this.”

“yes—fuck—yes, sev,” you whine, barely able to answer as the strap hits that spot again, and again, and again.

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your brain is buzzing from how deep she was when she grabs a fistful of your shirt, and yanks you up.

“up,” she orders. “get up.”

your body obeys before you can register what she said, crawling weakly onto trembling hands and knees. she drags you to the edge of the bed, spinning you to face the full-length mirror.

“look at that,” she murmurs, settling behind you. “poor baby’s all dumb already.”

you try to turn, reaching for her without thinking—needy, desperate—but she grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so you’re forced to look at your reflection.  face flushed, lips swollen, eyes wide and gleaming. 

“you’re going to watch,” sevika says. “you’re going to look at what you turn me into.”

sevika’s flushed too, sweat-slick, muscles flexing as she lines herself back up. she thrusts—hard, with no warming. 

your jaw drops open in a silent cry. “fuck, sevika—”

“you feel that, sweetheart?” she asks, hand still buried in your hair—the other splayed across your stomach to keep you still. “how deep am i?”

you can’t look away. not with the way she’s holding you. not when the mirror shows you everything in such a hypnotic way—her hips slamming into your ass, the way she’s watching your pussy take her strap. 

“such a needy girl,” sevika mocks. in response, you whimper, trying to look down—but she pulls your hair harder, dragging your gaze back to the mirror. “don’t look away—you’re gonna watch how pathetic you look begging for it.”

and you do look pathetic.

your body trembling, mouth falling open, eyes rolling back.

“fuckin’ melting for me,” she mutters, pressing down on your stomach. “such a mess for my cock.”

you’re moaning, babbling nonsense about how it was too much and how deep she was, hands scrabbling for anything to try and not seem too weak, but sevika’s relentless—thrusting harder, until you’re bouncing forward. 

“you wanted me mean, baby?” she growls. “then take it. show me what that pretty little body’s for.”

when your body finally shudders, eyes rolling back—you know she’s not done, not even close. because you see her staring at your reflection like it’s her new religion.

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your head is hanging low between your shoulders—her breath is hot on the back of your neck, her front is still pressed against your back. the moment is too quiet—just the soft drag of her fingers on your skin, the sound of your breathing.

you know sevika’s trying to give you a second to breathe, but you don’t want it.

deliberately, your hand reaches back. you find hers—rough, calloused, still shaking from holding herself back—and you bring it to your jaw, guiding her fingers with yours. your lips brush her thumb, and you open your mouth—letting her slide it past your lips.

sevika groans—the sound echoing in your spine, because she feels it, instantly. your submission. your softness. your weakness. the way you're practically telling to go ahead, keep going, take all of me.

“fuck, baby—” she mutters, eyes glued to the sight of you in the mirror—slack-jawed, your lips so swollen and pink drooling around her thumb. “such a dirty fuckin’ girl. you want it again?”

you nod, slowly—mouth still full. “mhm.”

her hand slips down to your throat, thumb still hooked on your bottom lip, using enough pressure to make your lashes flutter. her other hand slides back to her strap, teasing you with it—you whimper, as you're still so sensitive. 

“want me to use you?”  she asks, brows raising as your hips rock back against her. “that’s what i thought.”

sevika fucks you slower, deeper—not out of mercy, but because she wants to savor it. wants to feel you, listen to every little sound you make while you fall apart again. for her. only her.

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your skin’s already burning hot, oversensitive, humming with her weight. every place she’s touched you feels raw—owned. but it’s not enough for her, not yet, not until you look hers.

so she flips you—effortless, one big hand braced under your thigh as she rolls you to your back, pinning you there with the full weight of her hips between your legs. the strap’s still buried inside you as she drags your body right to the edge with every little movement.

your eyes are glassy, lips parted in a breathless whine—but she’s not even fucking you yet. she’s just watching, eyes locked on your face like she’s waiting for something. then she leans down—mouth at your collarbone and hand on your jaw. 

“you're mine,” she murmurs, barely audible, and then she bites your skin.

you whimper, hips jerking up, but her body keeps you still. “sev—fuck—”

when she pulls back, there’s already a flush of red blooming there. you look at her, dazed, your lips barely able to form words. but she knows. she always knows. she kisses just below your jaw next—so sweet it makes your chest ache—then bites again, harder this time.

“that’s it,” she coos, tongue dragging over the bruise she just made. “need the whole fuckin’ world to see it, baby. know exactly who you belong to.”

you can’t speak. your hands are fisted in the sheets, hips twitching under her weight, strap still snug inside you and hitting deep with every subtle shift of her hips.

“you like that, don’t you?” she teases, lips brushing your ear. “bein’ all marked up. worn out. fuckin’ dripping for me.”

you nod, helpless. her hand comes up to your chest—big and heavy—spanning across your sternum, thumb dragging over your nipple as she grinds her hips just enough to make you sob.

“gonna bruise you everywhere, sweetheart,” you feel her smile against your neck. “make sure you feel me for days.”

and then she bites again—lower this time, over your ribs—and you swear you could come from that alone. because there’s no softness in her now. just her weight. her teeth. her cock buried deep.

“such a fuckin’ good girl for me,” she says, low and rough. “my good girl.”

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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 !!

[smutslut333]

— sevika with a soft dom partner

synopsis: when people take a look at sevika they would never assume she’s the submissive type. she’s domineering, headstrong and when she walks through a crowd people always move out of her way. she’s not the type to beg or to be needy, people normally think that of you - her nice, doting partner who’s the complete opposite of her. but oh, how wrong they are.

tags: sub!sevika, soft dom!reader, vaginal fingering, usage of collars, praise kink, mommy kink, tribbing.

note: I have a confession… I’m a sub!sevika truther. SEVIKA AS A SUB IS JUST SO HOT TO ME I’M SORRY like the girls who get it, GET IT. I honestly can’t get it out of my head. you just KNOW she’s the type to whimper-[GUNSHOTS]

sevika is a very feared woman. that much was obvious.

you have to be an idiot to mess with her. she was hired by silco for a reason and when someone needs to go down and get their hands bloody, she’s the one who gets called in every single time.

she doesn’t squirm away from violence thus earning her nickname as zaun’s ‘scary lady’ and she’s stayed true to that title especially in the work field - so it’s only safe to assume her relationships aren’t much different.

when you two got together, people snickered at how painstakingly different you both were. while sevika walked around like she owned the place, you always made a point to be accommodating and to have a warm presence around others, never wanting to come across as mean or unapproachable.

her peers have poked fun at her about the relationship, saying to take it easy on you:

“she seems like a sweet girl. you better make sure not to scare her away, sevika. how she took one look at you and had not gotten intimidated is a mystery.” oh, but little do they know.

it honestly makes you laugh, because while others cower away at the mere sight of her, they’ll never really know how your partner is behind closed doors. but at the same time it was a blessing, getting to see her for who she really is as soon as she steps through the doors of your shared apartment and it’s just you two.

at work, she’s ruthless and always brooding. but by the time she comes back home and sees you on the couch waiting for her, it’s like a light switch has been turned off.

and the next thing you know, she’s kneeling on the floor beside you with her head on your lap.

you hummed, setting down the book you were just reading as sevika hugged your legs. you combed through her short silky hair and glided your fingers through her scalp “how was work today, honey?” you asked in a soft voice that made sevika’s spine tingle.

she sighed, looking up at you with her big, tired eyes and a small frown on her face.

“exhausting. I just wanted to come home but silco had me running over the lanes and take over the assembly with the chembarons. I’m so spent.” she groaned, nuzzling her face deeper into the plush of your thighs.

you cooed, sitting up straight as you took her face in your hands “poor thing.” your thumb stroked her scarred cheek, she sighed and leaned into your touch.

“you’ve been so hard at work lately, haven’t you?” you muttered, peppering kisses down her neck.

“do you want me to take the edge off?” you suggested, your lips brushing over the shell of her ear.

a shiver shot right through her at your enticing words “yes please,”

if you were to disclose the actual dynamics in your relationship to either friends or colleagues, they’d look at you like you were crazy. because in what world would sevika act clingy and touch starved? well, to only you, apparently.

they’d never think that you were capable of bringing the older woman down to her knees, but what they didn’t know is that your partner is tired. tired of having to take care of everyone’s bullshit for them, tired of always being the one to blame for every mishap at work, and tired of being the one to always clean up after people.

she’s exhausted of being the one who gets all the burden dropped on her shoulders.

so when she finally gets to escape the stress of her job, she doesn’t want to be the one doing all the work in the bedroom either.

and you’ve understood that. more than actually and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a blessing.

because who could say that they were lucky enough like you are now as sevika stares up at you with her glossy eyes and hands folded behind her back, kneeling on the floor beside your bed as you stood in front of her. fastening the leather collar on her neck, not too tight but snug enough to make her breath hitch.

you smiled, your fingers gliding delicately over her chin as you held it up.

“my beautiful sevika,” you said which made her heart flutter “if you could see yourself right now… my god.”

because she really was a sight. pliant, naked and needy as she knelt on the floor waiting for your signal on what to do next.

“open your mouth for me,” you said with just enough authority in your tone.

she did as you asked without question and you wasted no time slipping two of your fingers in, feeling the warm muscle of her tongue swirling against your nimble fingers and she closed her eyes at the feeling of her mouth being stuffed.

you thrusted them in and out of her mouth at a languid pace, biting your lip at the sight of your tall and broad girlfriend taking your fingers in her mouth like a whore. once you noticed she was drooling by the corners of her mouth, you slowly pulled your fingers out. making her whine at the loss.

you gave her a faux pout “don’t worry, honey. we’re just getting started.”

you pointed to the bed “now lay down for me, and spread your legs.”

the leash of the collar dangled in your other hand as you tugged on it softly to help her get up. she followed suit without any complaints and once she laid on the bed with her back flat on the mattress, you kneeled down on the middle of her legs and ran a hand down her inner thighs.

she lets out a shaky breath at your teasing behavior but makes no move to complain, she knows this is just how you are and that the fun was just about to get started.

“wider, sev.” you ordered and she instantly parted her legs.

what greeted you made you take in a deep breath. her brown glistening folds drooled with slick and her puffy clit was swollen, begging to be touched. and to think you haven’t even done anything yet here she was, practically soaking the sheets.

“such a pretty cunt, sev.” you sounded damn near drunk and sevika couldn’t help but shy away from your scrutinizing gaze, her cheeks warm and she swears you’re the only person who could bring this side out of her.

you reached down and started thumbing her wet folds with the fingers you had stuck down her throat just seconds ago as sevika threw her head back and begun writhing at the slow pace of which you pumped your fingers in and out of her.

you shuffled closer and dropped the leash on the bed so you can knead her heavy breast in your hand. you leaned down and took her pebbled nipple in your mouth and began swirling your tongue, causing her to let out an obscene moan.

your fingers began to pick up pace and the wet squelching of her drooling cunt filled the air and she couldn’t help but grind desperately down on your fingers, whining and whimpering like a needy slut and you looked up at her, eyes clouded with lust.

the view you were met with was sinful, her mouth dropped open and her eyes were squeezed shut as sweat dripped down between the valley of her breasts that jostled as you thrusted in and out of her.

“you feel that, honey? you feel the way your dripping down my hand and making a mess?” she whimpered at your words “you’ve been waiting for this the whole day, weren’t you?”

she nodded “yes,”

you tilted your head, pulling your mouth away from her erect nipple.

“yes what?” you echoed with a teasing grin and she knew where this was going.

“… yes, mommy.”

you smiled, curling your fingers inside her spongy walls and she arched her back “that’s a good girl,” she started panting heavily, and you immediately noticed the telltale signs of her impending orgasm “you close?”

she nodded again, more frantically “y-yes, fuck, so fucking close.”

you sped up the pace of your fingers and she nearly damn near went cross eyed, moaning so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors heard but it didn’t matter especially when sevika looked this heavily in front you. chasing down her release with such fervor and urgency.

“that’s it, baby. cum on my fingers. be a good little slut for mommy and soak them.”

that finally did it for her, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave and she gripped the sheets tightly her knuckles almost turned white. she lets out a broken sob when your relentless pace didn’t stop and you can tell by the way she was clawing at you she was beginning to feel overstimulated.

“mommy please… too much.” she pleaded and you let out a hum.

“okay, okay, baby. I’m sorry.” you chuckled as you pulled your fingers out, lifting them and sucking her cum clean off as she watched you, her cheeks red.

you slowly crawled up and captured her lips with your own. she groaned at the taste of herself on your tongue and you gave her some time to recharge while you reached behind your back and unclasped the hook of your bra.

she pulled away and gawked at the sight of your tits as you sat up, shimmying out of your underwear next and you picked up the neglected leash on the bed and pulled.

“are you ready to make mommy feel good, honey?” you asked and she nodded.

“yes, yes, please. use me, mommy. please I want it so bad.” you could’ve came right here and there at the desperate way she was looking at your sopping folds, she looked enthralled.

you shuffled closer and slotted your legs together, trying to find the perfect angle and once you did, you brushed your puffy clit against hers and sevika’s eyes almost rolled at the back of her head at the sensation.

you teased her by rocking back and forth slowly, gathering both of your slicks until your cum dripped down her thighs and sevika could’ve almost cried.

“please mommy… no more teasing.” she whined and you let out a raspy chuckle.

“shhh, baby. I’m just taking my time.” you said until finally you decided to take pity on her, dropping down so your cunt slid and swallowed hers, making you both let out a broken moan at the euphoric feeling.

the squelching sounds were downright filthy, her cum mixing with yours as you rubbed your pussy against hers and wasted no time picking up the pace as you gripped the leash much tighter and pulled.

the feeling of her neck getting lightly choked made her mind fuzzy, along with the feeling of your pussy repeatedly dragging against hers that she didn’t know how much longer she could take before she came again.

“that’s it, honey. oh my god.” you moaned as the sliding of your pussies became more and more slippery. looking down as you examined the creamy mess both of you created and the second sevika sensed your ministrations slowing she didn’t hesitate on aiding you with your bouncing.

gripping your hips as she frantically started slamming you down on her clit, making you sob.

“feels so fucking good, mommy. I love your pussy so much. feels so fucking good against mine, cum on me, please. I need it so bad.”

“yeah?” you said, your breathing labored “you want mommy to make a mess out of this needy cunt?”

the feverish sounds of wet skin smacking against wet skin encouraged you to go rougher, along with sevika’s broken cries as she felt another orgasm building up.

“I-I’m gonna cum, mommy. holy shit.” her pace became more frantic and the headboard banged against the wall as sevika impatiently chased her release “mommy, I’m gonna cum, fuck, please-“

“that’s it, baby. cum with me. make a mess out of this fucking pussy.” you told her and that’s all it took for sevika to pour into you, all sticky and warm as she bucked her hips against your own, not nearly as satisfied yet until she was on another brink of overstimulation.

you groaned, allowing her to use you for her pleasure “that’s it, honey…” you leaned down and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, her pace finally faltering “that’s my sweet, strong woman. so good to mommy always.”

she sighed and you kissed her temple, turning her head so her lips met yours “thank you, mommy.”

you smiled, caressing her cheek “anytime, baby.”

[smutslut333]

— i could see you being my addiction.

synopsis: giving up shimmer was a personal choice for sevika. she used it but she could very much live without it, which she had to - but using it one last time just for fun wouldn’t hurt.

word count: 2.7k

tags: top!sevika, bottom!reader, strap-ons referred to as cock, lotsss of degrading, overall this is just very filthy.

note: happy day 3 of sevikaaaa week!! the prompt I chose for today is shimmer strap so of course I had to make this as nasty as possible (as if yesterday wasn’t already enough) either way, I hope you guys like this!

withdrawals can be a bitch.

it’s been a while since sevika touched even a vial of shimmer. ever since silco died, she didn’t see a point in using it any longer. as she only fueled her prosthetic with it as a way to enhance her senses to gain leverage in fights - it was something silco suggested, and one she stuck to as a way to appease the older man.

it became a necessity to her at one point. but ever since the under city went in shambles due to silco’s passing and the chembarons took over his place, she realized if she was going to help the people of zaun overcome these tragedies, she needed to be different from the ones who made them suffer. who got them addicted to the drug in the first place.

but years have passed and she was now a councilor in piltover. she couldn’t even remember the last time she took a minuscule of the drug and the more she thought about it, it’s likely for the best. taking it had its advantages but the cons still outweighed the pros.

it wasn’t until late one afternoon during her day off that she got a letter addressed to her from ran - saying they cleared out the remaining supplies of shimmer in zaun.

“hey, what’s that?” she turned around to see you emerge from your shared bedroom while she stood by the entrance of your home.

you wore nothing but a pair of skimpy sleep shorts as well as a thin tank top that barely hid the way your nipples pebbled from beneath the fabric.

she bit the inside of her cheek at the sight before she refocused her attention on the letter, along with the package it came with.

“a letter. ran mailed it and apparently any supplies of shimmer left had finally been wiped out.” she informed as your eyes widened.

“that’s great,” you said as sevika lets out a chuckle “what?”

she shook her head “as long as singed is still alive and walking freely I doubt any remains of that shit had actually been wiped clean. it’ll just be harder to obtain it but trust me, there’s still some out there.”

you sighed “well, it’s better to have that than to have the lanes flooded with it.”

you gestured to the package by the front door “how about that?”

sevika shrugged, eyeing the package warily before she looked at the letter again and saw that ran scribbled something below.

“also, here’s a little something I found from smeech’s inventory that you might be interested in.” she read aloud as you raised an eyebrow.

sevika carefully peeled the tape off from the box and opened it, revealing a metal case inside as her eyebrows furrowed.

she took it out and undid the lock, weirdly nervous about what was inside until it dawned on her what it was…

it was shimmer.

which wouldn’t have been a big deal if it weren’t for the way the shimmer was contained.

“what the fuck is that?” you said in disbelief when your eyes adjusted to the sight of the harness and the long, glowing shaft that was attached to it “is that…” and when you stepped closer, your assumptions were proven correct.

because inside laid not just shimmer, but shimmer that was inside a fucking dildo.

“holy shit,” sevika muttered in awe as she eyed the toy “I didn’t think that rodent asshole would actually make it.”

“why would smeech-wait, hold on.” you paused in your ranting as you gaped at sevika “what do you mean?”

for a second, sevika felt embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze as she rubbed the back of her neck “well, the thing is I may or may have not… asked smeech and his goons to make this for me. in the past.”

your jaw fell open “why would you ask him for something like that?”

“it was just out of curiosity, okay?” she said defensively “I didn’t think he’d listen and I thought that if he did, is that he would’ve sold it to some rich bastard here at topside for a higher price.”

you were at loss for words for a second before you waved her off dismissively.

“it doesn’t matter,” you said, exasperated “just throw it out. I don’t even know why ran sent it here in the first place.”

there was a brief pause as sevika stayed silent “sev?” you stared her down “you are throwing it out, right?“

she pursed her lips, still clutching the toy in her hand “okay listen-“

“nope. nuh uh.” you didn’t even let her finish before you started walking away.

“oh baby, come on.” she threw her hands up “I don’t like shimmer anymore just as much as you do, but remember when you said you wanted to experiment more-“

“yeah, but not with anything involving that,” you exclaimed “we promised neither one of us are touching even a drop of shimmer anymore, sev.”

“I know, but it’s just… look it’d be a waste to just throw it away. what if we just, I don’t know, have fun with it first before we say goodbye for good?” she suggested, the corners of her lips pulling into a smirk.

“you’re ridiculous,” you rolled your eyes at her as she only laughed.

she stood up and made her way to you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as your back met her chest. her lips ghosting over the skin of your neck as she gave it a gentle kiss, making your spine tingle.

“it’ll be just for tonight,” she whispered, her voice low and enticing “the only reason I asked that asshole to make it for me was because of you, and let’s be honest with ourselves for a second…”

her hand suddenly cupped your jaw as she tilted it sideways so you’d look at her, and there was a glint of mischief in her steely grey eyes that meant one thing and one thing only.

“… since when have you ever turned down taking my cock, huh?” she mused.

you blushed furiously at her words, scoffing “you’re such an asshole, sev.”

she quirked a brow, challenging you “but am I wrong?”

there was a stretch of silence that hang over the room, and she knew she had already won you over.

“I thought so,” she grinned “come on, baby. I know deep down you’re curious too.”

you were about to protest, really you wanted to, but the more you pondered over the idea, the harder it was to fight against it.

and when you found yourself unable to argue, sevika knew she already won.

𐙚˙⋆.˚

you didn’t expect to spend your saturday night like this.

you’d like to think you put up a fight but by the way your knees were firmly planted on the carpeted floor of your bedroom as sevika stood in front of you, all tall and smug, you knew your efforts were futile.

“this is a crazy idea, you know.” you said, but judging by the way you were biting your lip while sevika fastened the strap-on around her hips while the silicone cock glowed bright and purple, she knew you didn’t actually mean it.

she smirked, hand gripping the base of the shaft as her fingers moved back and forth, causing the toy to buzz slightly as you gawked at it.

“whatever you say, sweetheart,” she smirked as she took the tip of her cock and tapped it lightly against your lower lip, making you gasp “but we both know you don’t mean it. now be a good little slut and strip.”

your cheeks grew hot and you wanted to talk back - to not go through with this just to get on her nerves, but if the dampness in your underwear was anything to go by, you knew you’d only frustrate yourself just as much.

so you reached behind you and unclasped the hook of your bra, letting it fall slowly down your shoulders as it hit the floor.

sevika took a deep breath, her eyes zeroed in on your tits “fuck, look at you.”

you rubbed your thighs together to soothe the throbbing in your cunt, which didn’t go unnoticed by sevika as she chuckled.

“press them together,”

your lips parted as you looked down at your breasts then up at her, almost as if asking for confirmation to which she only raised an eyebrow.

you gulped, cupping both of your tits in your hands as you pushed them up like an invitation, one that sevika was more than happy to take as she grabbed her cock and pushed them in between the tight valley of your tits and began thrusting.

it was downright filthy, especially with the way the littlest bit of shimmer started dripping down your tits, making sevika groan as she set a slow but steady pace.

“look at you. such perfect fucking tits,” she took her bottom lip between her teeth, throwing her head back as you let out a desperate whine.

“sevi…” you moaned when the gentle strokes of her cock became harsher, the back of the harness hitting her clit just right as she chased her own release meanwhile you remained in your position, letting her use you for her pleasure.

“fuckkk, that’s it,” she drawled out, watching the way the shimmer from the tip leaked out and dribbled slowly down to your heaving chest as you looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“sev, please.” you begged as she cooed at you.

“thought you said this wasn’t a good idea?”

you pouted, glaring up at her which she only found amusing “I swear, if you don’t-“

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before she abruptly pulled you by your elbow and forced you back up on your feet, pushing you down onto the bed as your legs dangled from the edge, hiking them up her shoulders as she took both sides of your underwear and started sliding them off.

she couldn’t help the way her cunt throbbed seeing how soaked you were “damn, this wet and we haven’t even started yet,” she said in a cocky tone as you scowled at her.

and she knew her words were getting to you, so before you could even spew out another snarky comment, her mouth was quick to wrap itself around your aching clit.

you cried out as your hands flew to grip her short hair, grinding against her face as sevika hummed while slurping every drop of your slick.

“fuck, you taste so good.” she panted, her cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide, staring up at you as your mouth fell open.

making eye contact while she ate your pussy out like a woman starved.

your thighs shook against each side of her head, using them to trap her in place and you could’ve suffocated her right here and there, but she didn’t care - too blissed out from the taste of you that she was only focused on pushing you to your awaited climax.

“I’m close, I’m so fucking close…” your back arched and it was almost like a dam broke out, your release coating her nose down to her chin as you came relentlessly.

all the while sevika lets out a hum as she kept licking up your fluttering folds.

“so good for me,” she grunted, getting up as she sat her knees on the edge of the bed and wrapped your shaking legs around her waist.

her mech arm gripping your hip tightly while the other parted one leg away so you were left bare open for her hungry eyes to devour.

she licked her lips as she guided the tip of her cock to your clenching hole “ready?”

you didn’t even get a word out before she plunged into you, punching a strangled whine past your lips.

she eased in and out of your needy cunt in a steady rhythm, her strong thighs clapping against the bottom of your ass as she watched in awe the way she drove the purple, glowing shaft into your tight hole.

“you take me so fucking well,” she grunted “creaming all over this cock and making a mess. you just like being a little slut don’t you?” you couldn’t stop the broken cries that left your lips upon hearing her filthy words.

she began picking up the pace - hitting that sweet spot that made your mind go blank as the bed creaked in a violent back and forth due to the way she was slamming into you.

without a shadow of a doubt you knew she loves you, but goddamn does she fuck you like she hates your guts.

the sensations were too intense and you felt another orgasm approaching, but before you even got there did she suddenly pull out of you. making your eyes go wide.

“w-what are you-“ you yelped when she abruptly drew closer so her knees were beside your head, taking the base of her cock as she harshly stroked it.

aligning it with your lips as dribbles of both your cum and shimmer fell from the tip.

“open wide,”

but you had no say in the matter when she wretched your mouth open for you, tasting the combination of your release and the tiniest drop of shimmer as it slid down your tongue and into your throat.

and it was as if your nerves were suddenly on fire.

sevika watched in those next few seconds the way your eyes glowed purple as the effects of the drug already begun working and in that moment, you looked almost animalistic.

she wasn’t even aware of what she had just done because one minute you were underneath her, then the next you flipped the two of you over at an inhumane speed so you were straddling her lap while her back laid flat against the bed.

she watched with a mixture of shock and awe as you sank down onto her cock, moaning like a pornstar as you began a frenzied pace and rode her like you were trying to win a fucking race.

“fuck!” she yelled as you aggressively bounced on her cock, taking both wrists of her flesh and mech hand as you pinned them down onto the bed - chasing your own release with no regards to her own while the headboard slammed in violent thuds against the wall. no doubt alerting your neighbors of what you were doing.

the back of the strap was hitting her clit just right as you set a punishing pace for both you and her as you let the shimmer consume all of your senses “cock so fucking good, sev. I love your cock so much, baby. fuck! fuck! fuck!” your eyes were squeezed shut and your tits bounced in her face as your hips maintained its desperate grinding and bouncing.

it was dirty, lewd and downright disgusting the way your slick poured down onto her thighs, your pace not once faltering that when the sounds of wood cracking filled the air and one foot of the bed suddenly crashed down, sevika wasn’t surprised.

and neither were you as you remained in your own little blissed out state.

riding her aggressively until you could almost taste your release at the tips of your tongue, and sevika wasn’t too far behind as she began panting heavily.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cu-“ and just like that, an ear piercing cry came out of you as you poured into her - hands on her broad shoulders as you held on for dear life. meanwhile sevika watched you fall apart, her eyes glazed over and filled with so much adoration as she came right after.

“holy shit…” you were breathing heavily as you came down from your high “what the fuck just happened?”

she took a while to answer, still gathering her bearings as she smiled lazily.

“the best sex of my life I think,” she said, her tone slurred “you sure you wanna throw the strap away?”

you shook your head, but based on the way your lips quirked up she could tell you were thinking the same thing “round two then?”

“fuck off,”

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Sevika week day #3 - shimmer strap

[smutslut333]

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side note  #  this was a three-part series i made for my previous blog vicorices when reaching 800 followers, (the blog's terminated by tumblr out of nowhere if you're confused) one minute of silence,,,, also there's an ellie and vi version too connected with the same site and the same cam!girl user, it's listed bellow but you take a look at the directory if you want to.

‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ now that you’re here? check out spacemoth's or cherryvi's file.

her control was currently hanging on by a thread.

sevika must have lost the plot somehow when her entire life paralyzes as the yellow envelope comes to meet her eyes and she stays there for a second, finally resting from a long night putting up with the fire in a residential building outside the city.

she happens to know what's in it. but she keeps staring at it until suddenly kneeling to pick it up from the floor, collecting her house keys and closing the door behind her back: privacy. she needs privacy.

she's quick to tear apart the top of the paper-like textured package, letting the waste fall to the floor before her breathing hitches on her throat and she stays there, planted in the entrance in dead silence.

her muscles are sore, she's tired after a 24-hour shift and she's grumpy, craving to sleep her whole time away from duty — a plan that fails miserably when her mind drifts back to something entirely different that catches her full attention: underwear.

this important package here is indeed, your underwear.

there's a pair of polaroid pictures inside she holds between her fingers for a moment, and the scent of your arousal reaches her nostrils in mere seconds filling the air of the living room as she tosses her gym bag to the floor, unbuckling her uniform jacket to reveal a fitted white shirt tucked inside her working pants that made her look three sizes bigger: this was unexpected.

the air is hot all sudden and she has to search for her reading glasses before she has a good look of the picture. the sight of you wearing the same panties that were on her left hand made sevika's head spin, mouth dry when she sees you're there bending on the waist giving her a nice view of your ass, a warmth sensation going down her spine when she catches up the second one, someone else's fingers shoved inside your mouth while your tits are shown for the camera, and the black underwear you're pulling to the side is more than evident as a trophy almost cause you did, in fact, had more than just a good time using the pair she received in her mail.

you're a luxury clearly. a 250$ dollar luxury she can afford even when it might be a little breach to her economy. does not matter when she can feel her own underwear dampening against the image of you, unbuckling her pants despite the pain on her limbs, lazily dragging herself to bed.

it takes a while to notice the numbers written in black marker on the back of one of the photos, but sevika's breath turns hollow when she's aware that's a phone and a code area, pretty calligraphy, polished when she reads: write me for the review, send pics if you want x

you fucking kissed it with red lipstick.

it's been a while since the last time she felt so good like this — perverted behavior to it's finest when she's smelling on your underwear, pressing the lacy fabric against her nose just to take a sniff at it so she's finally aware of how you really smell after so many times imagining it.

the scent clings to the cotton even when it must be a while since you last used them, she can recognize you sprayed them with your perfume so it's a mix between this intense, fruity scent with subtle notes of citrus in it, and a musky one that is unexpectedly good in her nose. and in that moment sevika knows she would text sooner or later, find out if that was a real number there that you gave her, yet she's too busy now, busy fixating in something else entirely when her flesh hand goes down and pushes past her pants just to tease herself from over the fabric of her own already-soaked underwear.

laying in the comfortable space of a king-sized mattress, sevika doesn't need much more than your photos. it's enough to have her panting, fingers moving on their own against the slick folds of her cunt unable to get off her uniform, her shoes or anything at all as she takes care of that ache that pools in her stomach, that need that trespass beyond her own being.

so her index and middle finger rub consistently against her clit now, fast, sometimes messy movements: she's tired, can someone blame her? after a 24-hour-shift you're the one thing driving her insane just by holding a simple g-string in her hand — and despite any torture, sev fucking loves it to the core. how the whole scene turns dirty all sudden, the dry traces of your arousal visible in the fabric as she gives a deep breathe and there it is again.

"fuck-" she curses silently in the middle of a lonely room, hips jerking against her own hand in seek of a more direct contact just because unlike any other time; she’s not able to edge herself, tease like she usually do when seeing one of your streams or your saved videos on your profile in hotdozed. sevika’s quick and she goes straight to the point when filling her own cunt using her thick, long fingers until she's moaning in the privacy of an small apartment in the suburbs, door wide open as she ground her hips against her hand and hell, she's so needy for it.

a coppery taste leaks into her mouth and she didn't know she was biting on her lower lip so hard it draw blood out of it, but it makes nothing more than spur her on to the point she can hear the wet sound her pussy makes each time she's thrusting herself. sweating, there in the edge, she can still feel her own smell after a whole day of being hard working, white shirt hanging dirty on her own frame showing the hairy lower-part of her stomach as she has a great view of her fingers stuffing herself until there's no space for more and you're there, there in her mind, under her fucking nose, in her memories — written all over like a damn poem.

your scent mixes so well with her's it's enough to make her cum, it drips between her legs and stains on her damn pants and she knows it's just chaotic, you only cause disorder as she lays on bed for a moment trying to catch on her breath for a second. your underwear now rests on the edge of her pants, slightly shoved inside her own soaked-through hip huggers, but not enough to be fully in contact with her fluttering cunt.

and if sevika was intelligent, she would be taking a shower and relishing every single hour of her much-needed days off now, but instead of moving from bed to do so, she's just reaching her phone cause she's been dumb as fuck lately, cleaning her fingers with the tissue papers she keeps on her nightstand before she's saving your phone in her contacts and taking a huge fucking risk she would never even take if being rational.

matter of fact, she shouldn't be allowed near a phone while being this horny. not even technology itself, but she's opening up the camera app and before even fucking checking if it's really you, she's taking this photo of her opened pants and her stomach, happy trail showing since she knows — fucking knows girls get off from it. your underwear is half shoved inside, visible in the shot and before she thinks it twice she's fucking sending it as she writes down:

nice panties. kinda thought your pussy would smell this good.

you don't answer until she's finishing her shower like an hour later or so, about to get some sleep now that she has satisfied herself enough to survive until the next morning, but it's clearly an interrupted plan again as her phone buzzes and sevika's forcing herself to open her eyes: too much curiosity to wait to the next morning, at least, that's the poor excuse she's been giving to her brain before she sees your name in the screen.

glad you like them, you think a lot about me normally?

next time you should finger yourself with them on your cunt so you can feel me closer- sevika right? nice view.

and to be fair, she caught you in a bad moment, a weak one. it's late at night, you're binge-watching this series you're so invested in until the phone you set up specifically for work buzzes and your mouth is watering at the sight of a good, satisfied client and you're debating with your very own self whether if you should answer or fucking not.

she got you hooked clearly, even if it's late — the firefighter pants, the hair on the lower part on the stomach, your panties lose inside her underwear: doomed cause when you zoom in, you swear to fucking heaven you can see her bush there peaking out ready to have some fun and it’s all it takes for you to respond, guilty of all charges.

you're breaking your own rules, the ones you put some good effort in following cause she keeps texting you and suddenly, you're turned on as ever while exchanging fucking texts for free just cause you're attracted to this client who happens to be a pervert who gets off from buying your used underwear.

got well fucked in this, peach? seems you enjoyed yourself on the photos you sent me.

thing is, sevika won't really show it much, but she knows how to flirt. the words roll out of her tongue easily as she's quick to pick up on a girl's attribute, so she's flirting with you until she's slipping another photo this time of the mirror in front of her bed — she had the need to turn up the lights of the room now and you thank her mentally for it as you stare at the picture, sharp angles of her face, she's not wearing anything else on top more than a silver chain that hangs in her neck and lands between her tits, holding the phone between her fingers to show her reflection.

you know that kind of people, the dangerous one — cause you expected a whole weirdo behind the screen, yet you're quickly ashamed of your poor judgment as you have to eat your words cause sevika's indeed fucking hot.

it's different from the other photo. while the first one was messy and dirty she didn't show her face; however now is nothing but the opposite. wet hair that sticks on the sides of her bone structure, wearing a clean, cropped tank top and briefs who's waistband hangs dangerously low on her belly, it's enough to give you space to peek a little for the intrinsic lines of her body without even fucking zooming in.

she's playing, you're playing. it's not like you really do that all the time anyway, but your fingers are tapping on the camera app too before wiggling comfortable in bed only to lift up your own shirt — it's simple and effective as you squeeze your tits together, biting on the fabric of your shirt only to pull it slightly upwards, you want to show some as well, tease like she does.

it's far from the complex shit you upload on hotdozed but god — turns sevika on more than ever.

maybe it's the normal factor to it, she can see the wrinkled sheets beneath you, a band shirt she does not recognize, plump lips; you're not wearing make-up and fuck's sake: each photo it's better than the last one. it's just flesh, simple skin but it makes sevikas mouth water, her body stiffens and her muscles ache, burning beneath fatigue and lust.

escalates quickly cause you're sending her an audio of your moans next and sevika cannot fucking believe it, not when she's been masturbating to your stuff months from now. she's pressing the play button before turning on the volume to hear it clearly and she's already familiar with low moans that fill out her solitary room, the wet sound of your drenched cunt on the background, barely audible but enough to make her chest explode: you're touching yourself.

you send videos not longer than ten seconds after, fucking riding your pillow and moaning out her name. playing dirty, fucking dirty because that's special content for her only, her favorite so far and she saw plenty already — fucks her up entirely as the message slips from her fingers without thinking about it: fuck weirdness. if so, sev's been always attracted to it, to the unconventional and the rather unexpected. hope you did too.

free to call ??

she didn't expect your reply either. it seems to take eternal seconds before sevika can read another one of your texts on her lockscreen again before she's about to forget about it.

yeah, go on.

simple and effective, she needs you to put a final stop on her misery. the phone rings one, two- three times before you're picking it up, voice rough and still panting for air before you talk on the other side of it — it seems sev interrupted something important when she's greeted instead with silence.

"already starting without me?" your client asks, and her own voice seems to travel throughout your entire apartment, strained, rough as she's already thinking now about her own release, how you should be getting off her uniform before it needs to be double cleaned.

"shit-your voice sounds so fucking nice" you admit on the other side, and she recognizes your tone already from your videos, the moans that don't differ much from the ones you're holding on as you speak "i don't really do this- so don't get any weird ideas, i won't answer your calls in the middle of the night. this is special."

"i wouldn't even dream on it, peach" sevika teases, resting her sore back against the head of the bed as she holds the phone close to her mouth: special, this is special — "now that you settled the basics, are you going to tell me what you're doing right now or do i have to beg you to start on spilling me the details, huh?"

"i uh- i'm riding my pillow" the tone you use to say it? fuck fuck fuuuuck her, it's not all so confident and cocky like she usually sees online, you're fucking shy as you're moving again and she can feel the sound of your bed creaking as your breathing becomes heavy again "got so turned on- s'all your fault."

"good, so you now you can feel just a bit of what you've been doing to me for months now" sevika spats on the other side, and you let out a moan against her words as you move again and the friction sends a shiver down your spine when your folds drag across the usual soft fabric now rough against your sensitive core — "does it feel good baby? does the friction feel nice?"

"yes," you breathe out as you're now moving faster, a wet trace now over the pillow marking up the constant back and forth movement you've been following "yes, need more-"

"so use your fingers then," she suggests, mushy brain at the idea "i know you have some nice toys doll, stuff yourself up so i can hear."

"pervert," you chuckle on the other side, laughs that are interrupted by the pleasure you were being a victim off, how quick your fingers seem to assault your own clit as you begin to move faster — "fucking pervert wanting to hear me cum- ah shit."

"the things i'd do to go down on you and taste that cum too," you're not putting an end to her misery but only aggravating it all, making sevika's hand sweat as she's sniffing on your fucking underwear again and she cannot get a grip from it, not when it's the closest thing she has to your smell, that same scent that must be coating your pillow now as she can hear the moans that each of your movements elicit "keep moving c'mon, don't stop rubbing on your clit and keep talking to me."

thing is, you cannot really talk after a few seconds. you're reaching your peak and dragging it slowly with each roll on your hips, your fingers rub perfectly against your puffy clit, swollen labia, the friction is fucking killing you to the point your legs are shaking on each side of the pillow, mumbling incoherent words now unable to hold on the phone.

"ride it out," sevika says on the other side, biting on her thumb as the pain seems to ground her own being — "please, don’t stop moving death. soak up your sheets and make a mess for me, you deserve it for being so good."

you comply without making her beg. stupid since you think a lot about her voice and how awfully nice it sounds when she says please, but the friction’s already overstimulating when your folds seem to open up to the form of the pillow now just sliding between your legs and in return, you have no voice to ask for anything at all, don't matter how much you'd like to.

your eyes roll to the back of your head and you know you're in deep trouble when sevika keeps talking you through it, convincing you to grab the dildo in your nightstand, to let the pink head of it kiss your entrance before she reminds how you need to be gentle, rub it slowly in your sore pussy cause that's how she'd do it with her strap before slowly pushing it inside your welcoming hole until you're full, full so you’re unable to think about anything else but her cock.

outstanding. you never let a former watcher call you. the phone number was set up for a way of making more money, but you want this from the bottom of your stomach, a desire that much rather feasts on your guts.

and sevika keeps her promise cause she don't call you the week after. surprisingly good when it comes to follow your rules cause she don't want to push your boundaries (not like this anyway) respecting every-single-one of your non-written rules when she's letting you call in again — in the dead of the night, when she's least expecting it:

you always call her first.

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sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 |

drunk!sevika x reader. | sevika is cumming inside of you !! (mdni ♡) sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ (1)

contains: breeding kink, forced drooling, spit play, praise kink, body praise, worship kink, clit play, daddy kink (im sorry.), size kink, finger sucking, hair pulling, strength kink, magic dick growing potion thingy, possessive language, mirror sex, alcohol use (both parties intoxicated but consenting), backshots, thigh riding & aftercare ♡

a/n: the content warnings are scaring me omg I promise it’s not that hardcore.. more desperate!sevika for yew guys cus ily ♡

Enjoy ♡

Jinx blinks. Just once. Then again.

“..You good?"

Sevika looks like sin incarnate—glassy red eyes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, arms caged tight around your waist like she'll die if she lets go. You're straddling her, panting, flushed, and trembling.

You don't even speak. You just nod, slow and stiff.

Jinx stares for a second longer. Then, as if her brain suddenly boots back up, she gags. "NOPE—NO, actually—you two are sick—freaks—I'm leaving."

The door slams shut before you can even say anything.

Silence.

Then Sevika exhales through her nose, a deep, strangled sound—half-laugh, half-panic.

"She saw," she slurs.

"She's gone," you whisper, still seated on her lap, still catching your breath.

You lean in, nose brushing hers.

"Breathe, baby. You're okay."

Sevika doesn't answer. She trembles.

You can feel her hands still gripping your hips like a lifeline.

Her eyes flicker open. They're darker than before. Wrecked.

"I'm not," she mumbles. "I'm fucking not. You don't get it—You don't—"

"Shhh..." you coo. You kiss the corner of her mouth. "What's goin' on in that crazy brain, huh?"

She huffs. "I can't stop. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. Fuck—look at you—sitting on me like that—grinding like that—your fuckin' body—your smell—your heat—your thighs, fuck-"

Your brows lift in faux-innocence. "You wanna get me pregnant, huh?"

She freezes.

You shift your hips just a little, grinding down soft and slow.

Her head drops back against the floor, a rasp torn from her throat.

You smile, mean and sweet. "You wanna cum so bad inside me, don't you?"

"Keep doing that," she begs, voice raw.

"Say that shit. Say it again." You roll your hips harder, taking your time. Her hands slide to your ass, squeezing so hard it burns.

"Want me like this?" you purr. "You want me slow, needy, makin' a mess on your lap while you try to hold it all in for me?"

"Fuck," she groans. "Don't stop—don't you dare stop—“

The moment stretches. Gets heavier. Wetter. The wet spot between your thighs grows, soaking through your shorts and onto her jeans, darkening the denim right where her cock would be. You know she feels it. Her body shudders.

Sevika lifts her head. Looks down. Sees it.

And her entire soul exits her body.

"Oh my God," she whispers. Like she's seen an angel. "You're soaked."

You smile slow. "I know.”

"I didn't even touch you yet," she says in awe. "Didn't even—fuck—what the fuck."

Her hand slides between your bodies, cupping you right over the wet patch.

You whimper, and she moans right with you, palm flexing.

"You're like—dripping." She's talking to herself now. "Just from grinding. That's—fuck, baby."

You lean down, breath warm against her ear. "You're lucky I love you like this."

Then she snaps.

She grabs your thighs, stands up with you still straddling her, and walks straight to the bedroom, jaw clenched like a man on a mission.

You yelp. "Baby—!"

She throws you onto the bed—soft but heavy, just enough to knock the air from your lungs.

Then she rushes to the dresser and pulls out a little vial of glowing, dark-blue liquid.

You stare. "What is that..?"

Sevika hesitates. Her fingers are trembling.

"It's a potion," she mutters. "Magic. I—I got it from this guy. At that fucked up bar in Stillwater."

You blink. "Okaaaay... what does it do?"

She swallows hard. "It gives me a cock.

A real one. For an hour."

Your stomach drops. "Wait—what?"

"I've been keeping it," she says, voice low, raw with shame. "For months. I didn't know if you'd want it—if you'd hate it—I didn't wanna scare you. But I can't—fuck—baby, I need you. I can't pretend anymore."

You sit up slowly, eyes softening. "You kept that from me?"

"I'm sorry," she chokes. "I was scared. I didn't want you to think I was fucked in the head. I just—please tell me you're not mad. Please—please tell me you still want this."

You crawl to the edge of the bed, cup her face, and whisper, "I-I want you in every way you want me.”

And that's when she loses her mind— 

Her eyes—fucking blown, wild, locked on you like a starving animal—flicker to your face as if asking one last time. One last chance to back out. One last breath before drowning.

You nod, panting. “It’s okay.”

And you just whisper, "Do it, Sev."

Your lips just barely touch hers when Sevika grabs your hips and rolls you underneath her.

"Lay back," she growls. Her voice is wrecked. "Show me."

You obey instantly, falling onto your back, thighs already spread for her.

Sevika crawls over you, hovering—one knee between your legs, one hand braced beside your head, the other still clutching that glowing blue vial like her life depends on it.

"You sure?" she breathes.

"Sevika," you whisper, trembling,

"Drink it."

She pops the cork with her teeth and downs it in one gulp.

The change is instant. Her whole body jolts, muscles tightening beneath her skin. She groans through gritted teeth, grabbing at the bedframe like she's grounding herself. Then her eyes snap open, bloodshot and wide.

And you feel it. A hot, pulsing pressure growing between her legs. She shudders, staring down at you like she's about to lose her mind.

"I can feel it," she pants. "Fuck—I can feel you already-"

You whimper. "C'mere, baby. Let me see."

She leans back, undoes her belt with shaking hands, and drags her jeans down her hips. You blink—

And your whole body goes stiff.

Thick. Heavy. Veiny. Leaking.

"Oh…. my God."

Sevika's face is pure, desperate hunger.

"You still want this, right?"

Your legs fall open wider. "I need it."

She moans like she's already inside you.

"Fuck, fuck—Baby, look at you—“

Her hands roam like she doesn't know where to touch first. She palms your tits, mouth crashing down to suck and bite at your nipples until you're whining and arching under her. One hand moves lower, sliding between your legs, feeling how wet you are—

"Shit," she pants. "You're dripping. You're gonna take all of it, yeah?"

You nod frantically. "Yes, baby—I promise. Just fuck me—please—“

"No," she whispers. "Not like this."

She grabs you and manhandles your body off the bed, dragging you toward the giant floor mirror mounted to the wall. She kneels behind you, legs spread, guiding your ass down onto her lap.

"Want you to watch," she growls, licking a stripe up your neck. "Want you to see yourself cum all over me."

You moan as her tip nudges your cunt.

She holds you tight. "You ready, angel?"

You whimper. "Fuck me, Daddy—please—“

Sevika freezes. Her breath catches. Her arms flex around you like she might break in half.

“...Say that again."

You smirk, eyes hazy. "Please, Daddy. I want it so bad—I wanna feel all of you—“

She slams up into you in one deep, brutal thrust.

You scream.

Her hand clamps over your mouth, muffling the cry as her cock slams to the hilt. Your eyes roll back. Your stomach bulges—visibly. Sevika sees it in the mirror, sees the thick outline of her dick pressing up through your gut— and she fucking collapses.

She bends low, breath hitching, kissing a trail down your trembling torso while she moans against your skin.

“Look," she breathes, mouth still on your throat, voice muffled and shaky. Her hand grabs your jaw, turns you to the mirror. 

"Look what I'm doing to you," she slurs against your skin, still kissing between the words like she can't help herself.

"Mmm—Too big—“ you whimper.

"You're taking it," she growls. "You're fuckin' made for it—"

Her free hand slides down your body, rubbing messy, wet circles over your clit. You gasp, thighs twitching.

"Mmngh! Sev—!”

"Such a good fuckin' girl," she slurs. "So pretty—so full—Daddy's got you, yeah?"

You nod frantically, tears running down your face. "I'm yours—fuck—I'm yours-“

She grabs your chin and shoves two fingers into your mouth. "Suck."

You moan and obey, drool spilling out, running down your chin and soaking her whole hand. Sevika groans, fucking up into you harder, faster, letting your spit coat her fingers before pulling them out and shoving them between your legs, rubbing your clit with your own spit.

“Ohhh—fuck—Fuckfuckfuck—“

"Like that? Like when I force you to drool all over me?" she growls. "So messy—so fuckin' wet—You're dripping all over my fingers—“

You try to respond, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. Sevika leans in and bites your shoulder, hard, as her hips snap up again.

"Beg," she pants. "Say it. Say ‘Please, Daddy.'"

"Please, Daddy," you sob. "Please please please—don't stop—I need it—"

Her pace gets brutal.

Every thrust hits deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your whole body's shaking, your gut visibly bulging with every slam.

"Feel that?" she hisses. "That's how deep I am. Nobody else'll ever get this far, baby—nobody."

Your legs buckle. She holds you up.

You clench around her, so close it hurts.

"Holy shit—I-I'm gonna cum—“

"No," she growls, and suddenly pulls out—

You squeal.

"Fuck—!"

"Face down. Ass up. Now."

“Why—“

“Do it.”

You scramble to obey, legs shaking, falling into position on the bed. Sevika climbs behind you, grabs your hair, and yanks.

"Good girl," she pants. "So fuckin' obedient for me."

She slides in again—deeper than before. You scream into the pillows.

Sevika watches your body in the mirror, sees you arching back into her, taking every inch like you were made for it.

"Say it again," she begs. "Say 'Daddy."

Tears run down your face. "Daddy—Daddy please—don't stop—“

She whimpers, "Fuck—I love it when you call me that, princess."

She leans over you, chest to your back, hand sneaking under to rub your clit again.

"You're gonna cum for me," she whispers. "Gonna milk me for everything l've got. Gonna take it like a good little cumslut. You want me to breed you, baby?"

You nod, sobbing. 

"F—Fuck," she gasps, voice cracking.

"Baby—I'm close—shit—gonna cum-"

You twist around to look at her, barely able to breathe. "Y-you're gonna cum?" you whisper, clenching around her on purpose. "You gonna fill me up, Sev?"

She groans, nearly folding over you, arms trembling. "Fuck—fuck—don't say that—"

"Why not?" you whisper, teasing, lips brushing her jaw. "Don't I feel so good around you? Y—Fuck—You like how I squeeze you, baby?"

"So fucking good," she chokes out, rolling her hips deeper, slower. "You're perfect, shit—l- fuck—I can’t—“

She bites your neck and cums inside you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering as she fills you to the brim. You break with her, crying out as your orgasm hits, walls fluttering around her cock as she throbs inside you.

Your reflection shows it all—your open mouth, your tears, her possessive grip, her whole body trembling against yours.

She stays inside. Doesn't move. Just pants into your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like a cage.

"Fuck," she whispers. "You're mine."

You whimper softly, your body limp in her hold—but Sevika doesn't pull out.

Instead, she presses a slow kiss to the back of your shoulder. Then another, lower. Her mouth trails down, lazy and warm, brushing over your spine. 

You twitch, breath catching when her lips dip lower, lower, until she's kissing the curve of your lower back.

She groans quietly, hands gripping your hips—then sliding down to squeeze your ass, possessive and worshipful.

"Fuck," she mutters against your skin, voice raspy, almost delirious. "Look at you... look at this perfect fuckin' body..."

You whine, cheek smushed against the pillow. "Sev..."

But she's not done. She climbs back up, her front still flush to your back, cock still inside you, thick and twitching. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, down your neck, her breath hot and uneven.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she slurs, like she's drunk on you. "Your little sounds, your body—mine, all mine—I'm so fucking lucky..."

You moan softly, overwhelmed, gasping when her hips roll again—slowly, deeply, dragging her still-hard cock along your overstimulated walls.

"Fuck—Sev..." you whimper, thighs shaking, "s-still?"

"Mmhm," she hums into your ear, voice thick with need. "Still hard, baby. You feel too good. Gotta ride it out..."

She thrusts again, slow and deep and praising, her grip firm on your hips. You try to keep up, try to arch your back again for her, but your arms shake and your body sags.

You let out a broken little cry, muffled into the sheets. "I'm tired... it's too much f'me..."

Sevika's hands slide up your sides, holding you gently but firmly. Her lips graze your ear again.

"Mmno," she murmurs. "Don't do that, baby. Don't go soft on me now."

You whimper again, already crying. "C-can't..."

"Yes, you can," she whispers, voice tender but commanding. "Just a little more, princess. C'mon, arch that pretty back for me. Be good for Daddy..."

She kisses your temple, then nips your earlobe as her hips start rocking again—slow, deliberate, drawing out every second of the overstimulation like she's savoring your cries.

"You were made for this," she breathes.

"Made for me."

Your voice is broken, whimpery, barely a whisper: "You feel so good inside me..."

Sevika stills, chest heaving against your back. "Yeah?" she breathes, low and rough, almost like it hurts to speak.

You nod fast, breath catching. "I love it. I love your dick so much, Sev—I love the way it makes me feel so full—safe.. nobody has ever made me feel like this before.”

She groans.

“And nobody ever will.” She grits out. “Love splitting you open like this.. and actually feeling it—feeling you.”

You whisper, trembling, “You fit so perfect, Sev..”

”I know, angel.” She whispers so softly you barely heard it.

"Still leaking out of you..." she mumbles, voice raspy, thick with awe. "Fuck. Look at that. You're dripping, baby."

Her thumbs spread you just to see it-her cum sliding out of your swollen pussy in slow, messy rivulets. Her cock still buried deep, keeping it inside like a plug. She watches it for a second. Then thrusts again.

Slow. Deep. Possessive.

She plants more kisses down your neck, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Y’know that?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You're barely coherent by the time she slows down. Just soft, choked whimpers escaping your lips, face flushed and wet with tears, body twitching under hers.

Sevika finally exhales shakily into your neck, body trembling. "Holy fuck..."

She pulls out slowly, and you gasp—your whole body shudders at the stretch and the heat that spills out of you, dripping messily down your thighs.

You blink blearily at the mirror, eyes wide as you glance down between your legs.

"Jesus….." you croak. "I didn't know it was that big."

Sevika lets out a breathless laugh against your back, still catching her breath. "Didn't feel that big when I was stuffing you full like a good girl?"

You shove her arm weakly with a whine, collapsing fully onto the mattress.

She sinks down beside you, both of you half-naked, sweaty, and shaking. Her hand finds your waist. She's quiet for a second, pressing gentle kisses into your shoulder.

You can feel her heartbeat pounding against your back.

"..you okay?" she mumbles, almost shyly.

You nod into the sheets. "Mhm. Just... full. Fucked out. Pretty sure my soul left my body."

She lets out a low chuckle, nose brushing your cheek. "Good."

You snort. "Good?"

"Yeah," she says quietly, possessively.

"I want you ruined. Want you walkin'around tomorrow knowing nobody's ever gonna touch you like this."

"Jesus," you whisper, laughing breathlessly. "You're crazy."

"For you?" she hums. "Every fucking time."

Your chest tightens at that. You roll slightly to face her, and she pulls you close without hesitation, burying her face in your neck.

"You're so pretty when you cry," she mumbles against your skin. "So fuckin' soft. My favorite girl."

You blush, heart melting. "You're gonna make me cry again..."

She just kisses your jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then suddenly, she sits up and scoops you into her arms like you weigh nothing.

"Sev!" you squeal, clinging to her neck.

"What?"

"Nothing.. you're just really strong..." you mumble against her collarbone.

She smirks, carrying you toward the bathroom. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Mhm..." you whimper. "My strong girl..."

"Damn right," she grunts, nudging the door open with her foot. "Strong enough to keep you like this forever."

You shiver. "Forever?"

She kisses your forehead. "‘M not going anywhere."

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[smutslut333]

TAKE A BITE.

vampire!sevika x reader. | sevika biting you for the first time.

contains: soft!dom sevika, blood drinking (duh), descriptions of past violence, and consensual bloodplay.

Enjoy ♡

She'd never done this before.

Not like this.

Not with someone who trusted her. Not with someone who looked at her the way you were looking at her now—eyes wide, nervous, willing.

But the truth was— 

She’d left bodies behind before.

She'd fed.

She'd bitten.

She’d killed.

She'd torn through flesh without hesitation, felt blood gush hot over her tongue as her prey thrashed beneath her. 

She'd held men down by the throat, sunk her teeth in as they screamed. She'd drained people dry and left them twitching. Sometimes, she turned them. Sometimes, she didn't.

She didn't whisper to them.

She didn't warn them.

She didn't care if they begged.

It’s what she was made for, after all.

It never made her flinch. Not once.

Until you.

Until this.

She had you seated between her legs, your back against her chest, her arms loose around your waist. Her breath touched the nape of your neck every few seconds—warm and slow. Like she was trying not to scare you. Like she was trying to breathe you in.

"I can hear your heartbeat," Sevika said quietly, her lips barely moving against your skin. "Feels loud."

"I'm just... I'm a little scared," you admitted, your voice small in the quiet.

Her hand flattened against your stomach.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to," you whispered, eyes fluttering shut. "I just... I want to be enough for you."

You felt her pause.

Then, she leaned in closer—nose brushing your hairline, her hand gently stroking over your ribs like she was calming a trembling animal.

"You're already enough," she said, low and even. "More than enough."

Another pause. A heavier silence.

Then—

"You're not just blood to me."

Her voice was quiet, but steady. Certain.

Like it had taken everything in her to say it— but she meant it.

"You're not just something I feed from. Not just warm skin and a heartbeat. You're-"

She swallowed thickly. Her hand pressed a little firmer over your ribs like she was anchoring herself with the contact.

"I don't even know what to call it. You're just... you. And that fucks me up more than anything ever has."

Your breath caught. Her forehead rested gently against the side of your head.

"I've taken from people without thinking. Used them. Left them. I've never—never— wanted to be careful like this."

Her next words were barely audible.

"Not until you."

The silence after that was full. Heavy. Like the air itself knew what was about to happen.

You stayed still in her arms. Still breathing, slow and even, like your body knew this was something important. Like you felt the weight of what she'd said down to your bones.

You tilted your head for her, just slightly.

Offered her your neck.

She didn't move at first. You could feel how tightly she was holding herself back.

Then—one kiss.

Barely there. Just her lips pressing gently to the space beneath your jaw. Then another, lower. Then another.

"I can feel your blood... right here." She kissed again. "So close to the surface."

A soft whimper slipped out of you.

"You're doing so well."

Her voice dropped—velvety. Honest.

"I'm gonna be gentle," she promised.

Her lips hovered over your neck for a moment longer. Then, she finally sank her fangs in.

Slowly. Tenderly.

It didn't hurt the way you'd imagined. It was a pressure. A stretch. An ache so intimate you gasped—not from pain, but from the strange vulnerability of it. Like being split open in the softest way.

Sevika held you tighter as you shivered. Her hand slid from your stomach to your hip, grounding you.

"Atta girl," she murmured into your skin.

"That's it. Just breathe."

When she pulled back, her lips were slick with your blood. She didn't wipe them. She just looked at you—eyes glazed, awestruck.

"You taste like nothing l've ever had."

You blinked up at her, dazed. "Is that... good?"

She leaned in and kissed your collarbone.

"It's perfect."

When she finally pulled back, blood glistening faintly at the corner of her mouth, she didn't speak.

She just stayed there for a moment— wrapped around you from behind, her hand resting softly on your belly, her breath brushing the side of your throat. 

You felt her press the faintest kiss to your jaw before murmuring, low and steady:

“Lay back for me."

Her arm guided you, gently—like a slow unfurling. She eased you forward, just enough for her to slip out from behind you, then caught you again with both hands before your body could even settle.

She was so gentle.

You looked up at her, wide-eyed and flustered. Sevika's expression was unreadable, caught between hunger and awe.

"I need to see you," she said.

Then she eased you down.

Her palm cradled the back of your head as she laid you flat against the mattress. Her other hand followed the shape of your side, warm and steady, until it settled just above your hip. She didn't say anything for a long moment—just hovered over you, watching your chest rise and fall.

Then—

"Mmm... more," Sevika whispered, almost like it slipped out of her without meaning to.

Like she wasn't talking to you, but to the ache inside her.

Her mouth opened right over the spot she'd kissed—just below your collarbone, just shy of your chest—and her fangs finally sank in.

Slower. Deeper. Lower.

You whined softly and clutched at her arm.

She let out a soft noise—half-groan, half-praise-and pressed her forehead to your chest as she licked the wound clean.

Your hand moved on instinct—trembling fingers brushing into her hair, then sliding down to her jaw. You cupped her face gently, guiding her to look at you.

There was blood on her mouth. On her chin.

The same blood that was still warm in your veins.

But somehow, it didn't scare you.

It made your chest ache.

"You're so pretty," you whispered, thumb ghosting along her cheekbone. "Even with blood all over your face."

Sevika blinked—slow, like she didn't know what to say. Her expression didn't shift much, but her eyes... softened. Just a little.

Then, she turned her face into your palm.

Pressed a kiss to the center of it. Said nothing.

When she pulled back, you glanced down—and there it was. A faint smear of red where her lips had been.

Your blood, on your hand. From her mouth.

You didn't flinch. You didn't wipe it away.

You just looked at her.

But you could feel it—all of it—in the way she looked at you. Like you were hers. Like you'd always been.

Then, her kisses started again. Lower. Down your stomach now.

Her mouth was warm. Wet. You could feel the faint smear of your own blood where her lips trailed over your skin. You weren't sure if you were trembling from nerves or from how tender she was being with you.

When she reached your navel, she paused.

"You still with me?"

You nodded, but your voice was tight. "I'm okay. I just—Sevika, I've never... no one's ever touched me like this."

"I'm not gonna take anything you're not giving," she said softly, brushing her knuckles along your side. "This is all I want. Just this."

Then, finally—your thigh.

She kissed it like it was fragile. Like it was sacred. The outer edge first, soft skin between her lips.

Then, a bite.

You gasped. Your thighs twitched.

A soft, involuntary whimper slipped from your lips—sharper this time. Less overwhelmed, more... hurt.

Sevika froze.

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing, and her hands stilled completely against your thighs.

"Shit—was that—are you okay?" Her voice was low but urgent, suddenly stripped of all control. 

“Did I—fuck, did I hurt you?"

You blinked at her, startled by how quickly her calm had fractured. She looked panicked, but not in a loud way. Not dramatic. Just—tight. Like her body had locked up on instinct, afraid she'd ruined something.

Your breath hitched, but you managed to shake your head.

"No—no, I'm okay," you whispered quickly.

"It just…. surprised me."

Sevika stared at you for a second longer, like she didn't quite believe you yet. Her brow furrowed, and you saw it—all the ruthless instinct she usually carried, all the violence, clench down like she was holding it back with both fists.

"I'm not trying to hurt you," she said again, quieter this time. "I would never—I'm trying to go slow."

You touched her hand, lightly. "You are."

She exhaled, finally. Her grip loosened.

Sevika looked up slowly—and saw the wet spot darkening the front of your panties.

A faint smirk crept up on her lips, but she didn't say anything. She just blinked at it once. Then lifted her gaze to meet yours.

You looked away, ashamed. But she was already moving again.

Her hands slid down your thighs. Gentle.

Heavy. Warm.

Then she parted them.

You tried to resist, just for a moment. Tried to close them, flustered beyond belief—but Sevika tsked softly.

"Don't hide from me," she whispered, kissing the inner part of your thigh now.

"You're doing so good. Let me finish."

And then—one final bite. Deep in the softest part of your inner thigh.

Your whole body shuddered, and Sevika held you, firm and steady, kissing the mark afterward with reverence.

"That's it," she whispered. "That’s my girl."

I have to stop writing stuff that are soo part 2 worthy ugh someone stop me from doing a part 2 pls !!!

and yes the title is from take a bite by beabadoobee ♡

criticism and ideas are heavily appreciated (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

thank you for reading! ♡

[smutslut333]

BEEN TOO LONG.

pregnant!reader x sevika. | sevika makes you feel good after making u wait so long. ♡ (mdni ♡)

contains: soft!dom sevika, thigh riding, gentle praise kink, crying during sex, mentions of body image issues.

a/n: this could be read as a part 3 for sevika with a breeding kink. ♡ | 2 | but it’s not an official continuation.

Enjoy ♡

You hesitate in front of her. One knee on the couch cushion. One trembling hand braced against her chest.

You're already flushed from the heat of her gaze-hooded, half-lidded, lazily focused on you like she's watching something sacred.

"You sure?" you whisper, not even meeting her eyes. Your fingers are curled in the fabric of her tank top like it's your lifeline.

She nods once. "Only if you want it, mama."

That name—mama—it makes your thighs clench. You've hated your body these past few months. You've hated feeling bloated, heavy, alien in your own skin. But when she says it, it sounds like reverence. Like worship.

She helps you straddle her, one massive hand guiding your hips down until your soaked panties kiss the hard muscle of her thigh.

She doesn't press. Doesn't grind you down.

Just holds you there, warm and grounded, her other hand resting under your belly to steady the weight you've been carrying alone.

"I got you," she murmurs, low and calm, like the ocean at midnight. "Take your time."

You start slow. So slow. Rocking your hips in tiny, tentative motions.

It's not like before—you're softer, everything's more sensitive. Even the drag of her sweatpants against your panties has you gasping. It's not even friction—it's just... presence. Pressure. A reminder that someone sees you. Still wants you.

Your hands grip her shoulders, trembling.

Her voice is low and steady. "That's it, baby. Go nice and easy. Doesn't have to be pretty."

You shiver.

Your breath catches on a particularly good pass of her thigh against your clit, and you let out a soft, broken whine.

"Shit," Sevika whispers. "Make that sound again."

You do. Louder this time. Grinding a little harder now, the motions deeper, slower. The need building so gradually it aches.

Her hands never leave your body. One holding your hips in place. One splayed over your belly, thumb tracing slow circles while she kisses your jaw.

"You're doin' so good for me," she murmurs.

"Look at you. Didn't even know how bad you needed this, huh?"

You shake your head, eyes wet. "I missed this. Missed you."

Sevika leans in, her forehead pressed against yours, the tiniest smile playing on her lips.

"You didn't lose me," she says. "You never lost me, sweetheart."

Your hips stutter. You're close, but not in a rushing way—in that slow, soul-deep ache kind of way. You're so overwhelmed you don't even notice the tears until Sevika brushes them away with her knuckles.

"You gonna cum for me like this?" she whispers. "Just from ridin' my thigh? Look how good you're makin' yourself feel."

Your moans grow wetter, messier— punctuated by choked breaths and tiny gasps. Your hips are grinding in tighter circles now, Sevika flexing her thigh ever so slightly to meet you halfway.

"Come on, pretty thing," she murmurs.

"Take your time. I'll hold you through it."

You bury your face in her neck, gripping her tighter, thighs trembling.

You whisper it, barely audible through a cracked sob of a moan.

"Sev... it's been so long... I didn't know I needed this so bad. I missed feeling good.”

She hums softly and shifts just enough to wrap her arm tighter around your waist, cradling you like she's done this a hundred times.

"I know, baby," she murmurs, her lips brushing your hair. "I know. You've been holdin' it all in, huh?"

“Mhm.” 

You nod frantically against her skin, grinding down again with a tiny whimper you try to muffle in her neck.

Her hand slides up your spine, fingers soothing as she cups the back of your head.

"You're okay," she says. "You don't gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Let yourself feel it. You deserve this."

You let out another shaky gasp, hips rolling deeper now, and she lets you ride it—lets you chase what you've needed for months.

Her voice stays low and steady, grounding you through the flood.

"Let me take care of you, mama," she whispers. "I got you."

And then—

It hits you slow. Like honey. Like a wave you didn't see coming until you were already swallowed by it. Your hips seize up. Your breath catches. You grind through it, slow and needy, riding it out until you collapse against her chest with a soft cry, soaked through, body trembling from the release.

Sevika doesn't say a word. Just wraps her arms around you, holding you like she's afraid you'll float away. One hand under your belly. The other stroking your spine.

"You did perfect," she says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "So fuckin' proud of you."

You fall asleep like that. In her lap. Skin flushed. Panties soaked. Her arms around you. Her voice in your ear. And a warmth in your chest that makes you feel like maybe—just maybe—you're still the same you she fell in love with.

this is so soft I might cry

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thank you for reading! ♡

[smutslut333]

. ݁₊ 🪶 . ݁˖ 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."

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sevika siting on readers face

ty for the ask my loveee!! it isn’t proofread and it’s short but literally all of my work is like that idk what y’all expect 💔 i hope this is up to your standards angel!! 💕

sevika is the type to not even be the slightest bit careful when sitting on ur face, yknow? she knows what she wants and she’s gonna get it. regardless if you have to go lightheaded for a second. she’s a big scary lady, and most of her weight—prosthetic not included—is just pure muscle. except for the slight pudge on her belly, a product of you making sure she’s well fed and loved, but that’s not the point. she’s a heavy lady. doesn’t have a problem holding herself up though, infact it barely bothers her and she does it without realising. whatever makes it easier on you, she thinks. it always shocks her a little how eager you are when she does sit on your face, given that she’s never really been on the receiving end of anything, she’s never had anyone be so eager to please her before. so feeling ur hands gripping at her skin like she’s about to disappear, hearing you whimper and giggle into her cunt while you look up at her through the prettiest lashes she’s ever seen and ask if it’s good, if you’re doing it right, makes her literally go insane. and it’s worse when you complain that she isn’t putting enough effort in, try to pull her weight down onto you as if she isn’t already crushing you. when you bury your face into her like you’re trying to merge the two of you together, and she tries so hard to keep herself quiet because god is it embarrassing how bad you get her going, but honestly after a few minutes she’s too far gone to care. which is obvious in the way she basically uses your face like you aren’t an actual breathing person, how the muscle of her thighs traps your head between them, how she actually whimpers when she cums and gasps your name like she’s just read it on the news. sevika is a loud lady, ofc. she denies it though.

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｡𖦹°‧ jealous sevika

imagine sevika getting dangerously possessive when you run into some old friend at the bar. it’s supposed to be your night—her hand on your thigh, drinks on her tab, her eyes tracing the shape of your mouth every time you smile. but then, a girl calls your name—someone she doesn’t know, but pulls you in for a hug that lasts too long.

cw: jealousy (duh heheh), dom!sevika, oral (reader!receiving), fingering (reader!receiving), sev fucks rough... there's aftercare <3

“this is my girlfriend… sevika,” you say, casually—your hand finds hers without thinking. sevika nods, slowly. doesn’t smile. doesn’t offer a hand.

her palm slides up your waist, firm and deliberate, until it’s resting just under your ribs. her fingers dig in—not hard, but enough to make you straighten a little in her lap. 

your friend gives her a once-over and says, almost teasing, “wow. she doesn’t talk much, huh?”

oh, but she’s talking. just not to her.

she’s talking with the way her thighs tighten around yours, the way her breath ghosts the back of your neck when she leans in, low and slow. 

“keep smiling like that and you’ll regret it,” she murmurs, just for you. her voice a low growl, something territorial.

your friend keeps chatting, completely unaware, but sevika’s done pretending to play nice. her hand slides lower, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, rough fingertips dragging across your bare stomach, and you’re squirming now—subtle, nervous, needy as you feel her packing—like she knew she needed her strap tonight. because you love it when she gets like this. when she gets quiet and sharp, eyes on fire, jaw clenched tight.

“you done catching up?” she whispers right against your ear, and you nod slowly. “good. say goodbye.”

you don’t even argue. can’t. not when she stands and pulls you with her, her grip bruising, possessive, all but dragging you out of the bar with a hand on your back.

with teeth grazing your skin as she mutters, “gonna remind you who you fuckin’ belong to.”

she will. again. and again.

by the time she gets you home, her patience is gone. the door barely clicks shut before she’s on you again—grabbing, pulling, stripping you bare like she needs skin. her mouth finds your neck, your chest, your stomach, biting and sucking down pretty marks like she wants everyone to see you tomorrow and know exactly who did this to you.

“on the bed, pretty,” she says, voice low and wrecked with need. 

you go—legs shaky, heart pounding, skin flushed all over. she’s watching you the whole time, arms crossed, tongue running over her bottom lip like she’s trying to decide where to start.

“spread ‘em,” sevika smiles.

you do. you always do. the way she looks at you—hungry, possessive, borderline feral. like you're her prize, her punishment, her obsession—makes you do anything for her. she takes her time peeling your thighs open wider, settling between them, big hands pinning you down like you’d ever dream of running.

“you remember how polite you were to that little friend of yours?” she murmurs, breath ghosting over your pussy. “let’s see how good you sound beggin’ for me.”

then her mouth is on you, hot and relentless, tongue flicking, sucking, devouring—like she’s trying to make you forget every name but hers. her grip on your hips is skin, her groans vibrating through your body every time you moan out something too loud, desperate, and sweet.

“there she is,” she mutters between licks, pulling back just enough to watch you twitch. “my needy girl. nobody makes you come like this. nobody knows you like i do.”

she doesn’t stop at one. not two. not even three. sevika fucks you through it, hand replacing her mouth, fingers deep and curling, dragging another orgasm out of you like it’s easy—because for her, it is. you’re wrecked, babbling her name, grabbing at the sheets and at her arms and at nothing, and all she does is chuckle and press her lips to your temple, whispering, “so good for me….”

but she’s not done.

she flips you over, one hand on your lower back. “not letting you sleep ‘til i’ve fucked that girl’s name outta your head,” she mutters, lining her strap up and pushing in—slow and deep, one solid stroke that makes you whine.

she fucks you hard—hips snapping, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass like she wants fingerprints branded into your skin. each thrust is a statement. a punishment. a promise.

“you gonna flirt with anyone else?” she pants.

“n-no—!” you babble.

“if you even look at someone like that again,” sevika groans, snapping her hips harder, “and i’ll fuck you in front of ‘em. let ‘em watch what you look like when you’re mine.”

you come again, legs shaking, face buried in the pillow, completely undone. and sevika? she doesn’t stop ‘til you’re unable to keep up, soaked in sweat, your voice hoarse from moaning her name over and over again.

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when she finally lets you rest, she’s kissing your shoulder, whispering quiet, filthy praise into your skin. “that’s it, baby,” she murmurs. “did so fucking good for me. not letting you forget it.”

and you won’t—you’ll feel her between your legs for days. your body’s spent and ruined, when she finally pulls out and lies back beside you, chest rising and falling. you feel used in the best way—limbs shaky, throat raw, thighs sticky with the mess she made of you.

sevika props herself up on one elbow, watching you with that same unreadable look—dark eyes roaming over your flushed skin, your trembling legs, the dazed little smile still tugging at your lips.

“look at you,” she says softly, brushing sweat-damp hair from your forehead. “all fucked out and pretty. made a mess of you, huh?”

you nod. “yeah, vika,” barely able to speak.

“told you i’d fuck her outta your head,” she murmurs, trailing her fingers down your bare thigh. “don’t even remember what she looked like now, do you?”

you laugh weakly. “don’t even remember my name right now.”

“good,” she says, and kisses your temple.

then she’s moving—grumbling under her breath as she disappears into the bathroom, and when she comes back, she’s got a warm cloth in hand. no teasing now. just gentle, steady movements as she cleans between your legs with care, as if making up for how hard she fucked you.

“sorry ‘bout the bruises,” she says, even though she isn’t sorry. you can hear the smirk in her voice.

“you’re not sorry,” you say.

“nah. not even a little.” she presses the warm cloth against your skin again, slow and soothing. “but i’ll kiss every one if you want me to.”

she does, too—trailing soft kisses down your inner thighs, murmuring quiet things against the bruises she left like she’s worshipping the damage. she wraps you in one of her oversized shirts, pulls you into her lap, and lights a cigarette.

“next time you get all giggly with someone else,” she says casually, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling, “just remember how fast i’ll ruin you for it.”

and the worst part? you will.

and you’ll do it again.

on purpose.