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potchi-fics · 2 days ago
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tw; g!p sevika, pussydrunk sevika, shimmer (used)
       you hate it when sevika uses shimmer, truly. you know how bad and addicting it can get, so whenever sevika uses it, you give her the silent treatment, all the while still babying her. on the other hand, shimmer would get her so horny: she’d drool at the thought of you, dick would be so hard, it’ll be straining against her pants, she’d be fucking braindead.
all she would think about is eating your pussy out, muttering out pleas for you to sit on her face, suffocate her, and that she’d rather go out that way. honestly. you could be patching her up, and her fingers would sneak under your shorts and push your panties to the side just so that she can play with your clit and fuck you knuckle-deep.
of course, you would try to stop her—but she wouldn’t really care, more like, she wouldn’t be able to hear you because then again, she’s braindead and pussydrunk.
“sev—fuck, stop putting your fingers in me and let me take care of you.” you grumble while wrapping a bandage around her torso, choking back a gasp when you feel her curl her fingers, hitting that spongy wall. “oh my god.”
sevika ignores you, continuing fucking you with her fingers, urging you to take her cock out, “c’mon, doll. i need you. take my dick out, mamas.”
resisting the pleasure, you bite your lower lip and hastily finish binding her torso. you squint your eyes in anger at her before reaching down to unbutton her pants and fish her dick out.
“look at my dick, doll, got me leaking already.” she gives you a particular harsh thrust that has your toes curling, “you do this to me, doll. fucking love you and your pussy so much. touch me, baby, touch my dick.”
her eyes are faintly glowing with purple, along with the scars on her jaw all the way down to her bionic arm.
she’s hyper right now. with the way she’s fucking you; uncoordinated and harsh, she’s wild.
you squeeze her twitching dick, emitting a groan from her. god, she’s so sensitive for you, “sh-shut up, you’re such an asshole.”
“sit on my face, mamas.” your pussy clenches when you hear that, “fuck, doll. you like that? yeah? you wanna sit on my face? c’mon, doll. sit on my f’cking face. need you–need your pussy so much.” you rub your thumb on her tip, smirking in victory when her hips buck to chase more of your touch—that got her pleading more. “please, doll. sit on my f’cking face. need you–need your pussy so much.”
      you utter the words she dreads.
“i don’t think so, baby.”
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sunflowerwinds · 2 days ago
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wine & dine | s.a
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summary: sevika has been working at your father’s auto-body shop for the past two years and has never given you the time of day. valentine’s rolls around and she finally lets out what she’s been holding in from the moment you two met.
pairing: sevika arcane x fem!reader
contains: modern!au, dad’s bestfriend! sevika (not really, more like coworker), age gap (reader is 22 and sevika is 39), alcohol consumption (they’re both slightly tipsy but both conscious enough for consent), sevika has no prosthetic, sevika is kind of a loser but we love it, smut: whiny!sevika, fingering (r!recieving), oral (r! receiving), r!squirting for the first time, aftercare!! (it’s important). (18+ —MINORS & MEN DO NOT TRY IT.), reader grows more confident with sevika!
word count: 6.3K
a/n: ENJOYYYY<3 a treat for you guys! happy (very late) valentine’s to my single angels bc yall deserve love too! (SPECIAL THANKS TO @atomicami FOR READING THIS OVER TO MAKE SURE IT WAS GOOD ENOUGH TO POST. ily cami girl <3)
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You were twenty when you were first introduced to Sevika.
Your father owned an auto body shop and she was a new hire. Most days, you would sit in his office when you were off your shift at your place of work – a local Tea House – and do your online classwork. None of the men ever dared to bother you considering how protective he was over you so you had headphones in your ears to block out any mechanical sounds and to give yourself some peace as you worked hard to get your assignments done, taking sips of your boba tea that you had taken with you.
The door opened as you were in the middle of sipping your drink as you were met with her. Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight of a 6'1, olive skinned, deliciously ripped and slightly glistening woman stepping into the carpeted office. Her upper body was clung with an oil and sweat stained white wife pleaser and low-rise work jeans with a chunky black belt holding them up.
You suck in a quick breath to try and act like you were unfazed by it but had forgotten you had the thick straw from your tea in your mom. A few tapioca balls shot into the back of your throat causing you to choke and cough loudly. The woman’s grey eyes widened at the sound of your gargled noises as she rushed around the table to pat your upper back.
You tried to ignore how large her palm was on your body and attempted to take another sip of your drink, lifting the straw up a bit so that you wouldn’t get any more tapioca.
“You okay?” She asks you softly, the rumble in your deeper voice sending a chill down your spine.
Fuck, you had thought to yourself. Her voice just matches how fucking hot she is.
“Fine,” you were able to cough out, trying to suppress them. “Choked on my, uh, drink.”
The woman chuckled lowly at you, shaking her head before standing upright once again.
“I’ve never seen you before,” she stated as she folds her large toned forearms across her oil stained wife pleaser. “What’s your name?”
You uttered your name to her as you stared up at her, loving the angle you were getting from where you were sitting. The second your name left your lips, her eyes widened in a way that gave away she had heard about you from your father or the other employees. You quickly asked for hers out of courtesy to try and distract her from it but it was useless.
“Sevika. You mean you’re–”
“Yeah, big boss’s daughter,” you tilted your head up at her with a playful smile. “Did you need something?”
Sevika had blinked down at you before nodding hesitantly as she had forgotten the whole reason she had come into the office.
“I just needed to grab my water from the fridge,” she said with certainty as she made her way over to the large black coated refrigerator and tugged the door open.
When she had turned her back to you to bend over to search for her reusable steel water bottle, you silently thanked your dad for finally hiring probably one of the sexiest women you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You pretended to tend to your school work on your laptop as she stood back up, twisting open the lid and tilting it up to allow the water to flow down her throat.
You mindlessly typed as you watched and savored the sight of a few droplets leaving the sides of her mouth as she chugged the ice-cold water. Her shirt lifted ever so slightly to tease you with her v-line and faint happy trail. You felt like a man seeing ankles for the first time in the early 1900s.
After that day, you started showing up alot more to the shop. Your father questioned the schedule change but simply told him that you were able to ‘focus’ in his office.
This went on for two years. Two damn years of you coming to the shop to study and Sevika had only given you a few glances and gentle check ups on you when she went in the office. Normal and professional conversation and you were tired of it.
Tired of pretending like you weren’t desperate for her attention, for her. You tried to distract yourself from the yearning and had a few flings. They were… nice as that but in the back of your mind, she lingered. Maybe she wasn’t into younger women. You knew she had to be at least ten years older than you so that could be a factor in her not even giving you a second thought.
Or so you’d thought.
Valentine’s Day had rolled around and you had zero plans. Your best friend was out of town with their girlfriend so your plans were pretty much shot. You decided that you might as well get some work done at the shop like usual. At first you had lied about you focusing better on your father but now you actually can’t seem to mentally lock in on your school work anywhere else.
It was pretty empty as you passed through the garage. You could hear some gears turning and clanking so you peaked around to see who was there. Just your luck, it was Sevika.
Great. She made you feel more single than ever on this day.
You tried to speed past her in hopes she wouldn’t notice you but to your surprise, she called out your name. You stop in your tracks at her voice, sighing to yourself as you turn your head so that you are facing her.
Her brows were set in a furrow as she wiped off her rust ridden palms, looking you up and down with confusion.
“Just came to do school work, Sevika. Don’t mind me,” you raise your palm to wave her off. “You can go back to… whatever you’re doing.”
You guess your tone gave away your bad attitude as she sighs, throwing the towel over her bare shoulder and making her around the truck. You tense up as you adjust the strap to your book bag, now aware she could see all of you.
“What’s up, angel? Hmm?” Sevika leans back on the maroon, rusted door.
“Nothing.”
You ignore the heat that’s itching at your cheeks at her nickname for you. It was rare when she pulled that one out considering how little conversation the two of you shared.
“Nothing. Today is– it’s not my day,” you explain.
Her expression softens as she looks behind her at the calendar that was hanging amongst the tools on that wall. It’s Valentine’s Day, Sevika thought to herself.
“Why isn’t your day?” She wonders aloud.
You sigh as you shake your head, wanting to crawl into yourself to avoid this conversation.
“I don’t know. Just even more of a reminder I don’t have… what other people have.”
And that I could be spending this day with you but the universe decided to birth me out fifteen years too late, you think to yourself.
Sevika is silent after those words leave your mouth, shame flooding your veins. You scoff as you adjust the strap of your bag to start making your way into the office but Sevika’s voice calls out to you once again.
“Do you want to come over to mine tonight?”
You froze.
What?
As you turn around on your heels and inch closer to her, eager for an answer: “To do…?”
Sevika chuckles as she leans into you with a smile, her lips two inches from your own. “Valentine’s dinner. I’m a great cook, angel.”
You really were confused now. Why was she offering you this? Was this a pity dinner?
“Why?”
She sighs at your tone and lifts a hand to cup your face, a rough thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek. With any one else you would’ve flinched away and refused but even with how much you hated her for never giving you the time of day before, your body aches for this. For her touch.
“I don’t like knowing you, of all people, are going to be alone on this day. Let me do this for you, okay?”
You of all people. You despised how much that made you want to shove her against the car and kiss her until she was breathless. You stupidly blush at her words, failing to hide how flustered she made you.
“Okay, fine. What’s the dress code?”
Sevika can’t help but have her lips twitch up into an amused grin, releasing your face in the process.
“No dress code. Come in whatever you feel comfortable in, angel.” She reassures you, nodding as she throws her rag over her shoulder. “Give me your number and I’ll text it to you.”
You blink at her as you realized how in all these two years of knowing her you hadn’t had a good enough reason to have her phone number. You reach into your bag to rip a piece of paper from one of your notebooks and grab a loose pen that was sitting at the bottom to scribble down your number and hand it to her.
“What time should I be there?” You wonder, fiddling with your backpack.
Sevika hums as she checks her watch on her wrist. “It’s 3 right now. I’m almost done here with my truck. 8:30 okay with you?”
You nod, unable to comprehend how this was your reality right now.
“Y-Yeah. That’s good. I’ll leave you to your… handy work,” you try and joke but your awkwardness deceives you.
Sevika thankfully grins at your attempt and shakes her head fondly, motioning to the office.
“Be good and do your work, yeah?”
Your face lit aflame once again, nodding before walking away without another word.
How the hell were you going to survive dinner?
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You left the shop only an hour later after you had heard the large garage doors shut. Once you had gotten home, you passed by your dad in the kitchen eating some lunch. He told you that he and your mother were going to dinner and would be late so that you could order in or if you had wanted anything from wherever they were going to eat.
You almost told him you had dinner plans as well but you didn’t want to risk more prying questions so you merely wished them a good night and dinner before scurrying up to your room. You dug through your closet to find something; anything that would be dinner worthy at Sevika’s place.
For the next three hours, you carefully picked out the right dress, the right makeup, shoes, jewelry, purse, panties for fucks sake. Your parents had thankfully left already so they wouldn’t press you as to why you were all ‘done up’.
The whole drive to Sevika’s house was a mental rollercoaster. Talking yourself into not causing five accidents by swerving into a u-turn back home or cancelling out of fear that you’ll be unbearably awkward. Every worst possible outcome you could have imagined flashed into your mind but you scolded yourself into taking a deep breath.
She asked you to dinner, you told yourself. On the most ‘romantic’ day of the year.
It had to mean something.
When you approached the house, you could see if you squinted, Sevika’s figure moving through the orange light through the curtains of the home. It was a small, cozy home. Nothing too crazy or expensive but homey.
Your fiddle with your necklace as you ring the doorbell, sucking in a deep breath as you listen to the heavy footsteps approaching the door. The clicks of the locks send an anxious chill down your spine as the hinges creak open.
Sevika looked perfect. She had on a black button up tucked into a pair of the same shade of slacks, a thick belt holding them up. The sleeves were rolled to her elbows and the top two buttons were left undone to show just the smallest bit of skin. Her hair was tied up in it’s usual half-up, half-down that you’ve seen but she just made it work.
“Hi,” she says softly, a gentle smile on her face. “Come in.”
You couldn’t tell if you were a puddle on the floor or if it was just your insides that had turned to mush. Your fingers tighten on your small velvet purse as you finally open your mouth.
“Hi.”
You take a step into the home and are immediately hit with the smell of marinara sauce and garlic. Your eyes dart from the worn in living room couch to the little bit of decor on the shelves before they land on Sevika who was lingering near the now-shut front door. Her gray eyes meet yours as she motions towards your dress with her large palm.
“You are beautiful, angel.”
You look down at your dress, too, admiring the black lace pattern over the garnet red silk. Your eyes meet hers once again as you take a step forward, daring for her to reach for you.
“Thank you. You are beautiful, Sevika.”
Her eyes seem to soften at your words, shining in a way that you’ve never seen before. Was she… flustered? After she muttered a shy ‘thank you’, her gaze darted to behind you as she motioned a hand to the rather cute set up of a dinner.
A small unscented candle was lit in the middle between two plates of a slice of lasagna and a smaller round plate with a garlic knot resting on it. It looked like restaurant grade food. You could even hear a soft tune of jazz lowly playing throughout the home.
“Sevika, this is so sweet,” you express as you approach the table.
“It’s nothing, really.”
Sevika’s heavy footsteps follow after you, reaching for the chair across from hers. She tugs the seat out and motions for you to sit.
“Such a gentleman,” you tease as you slide into the space and sit yourself down in the old wooden chair with a vintage flower cushion tied to the bottom.
The obvious tension in the air was killing you. It was clear neither of you knew how to start up a conversation so you took the reins as you picked up your fork and shoved it into the layered pasta.
“What was wrong with your truck?” You wince afterwards at the blandness of the question.
Sevika rounded the table after she scooted your chair in. She sits herself down across from you, picking up her own utensils.
“Oh, nothing too terrible. The brake pads needed to be replaced,” she shook her head to wave off your concern. “Did you finish your school wor—“
“Why did you ask me to dinner, Sevika?”
You didn’t mean to cut her off but this has been itching at you since it happened. Sure, she gave you a vague answer at the shop but you didn’t want vague bullshit. You’ve only been eating for a few minutes and the unknown was killing you.
“Honestly?” Sevika questions as she takes a bite of her lasagna, seeming all too calm for your liking.
You suck in a deep breath as you huff out a soft: “Please.”
“I’ve wanted to do this,” she motioned to the air between the two of you with her fork as she explained herself, “since we first met. Your dad and I have a good bond and I didn’t think he would approve of me of all people to take out his daughter, especially seeing how he acts when the other fuckin’ pricks at the shop even try to mention you in front of him.”
That made sense. You take another bite of the food, heat spreading from the base of your neck to the tips of your ears.
“Since we first met?” You question with a giddy grin.
Sevika playfully rolls her beautiful gray eyes at the fact that out of everything, that was the detail you were focused on.
“You’re ridiculous. Yes.”
“So what made you want to ask me now?” Your tone was more light and playful, feeling a lot more assured with this.
Sevika’s dark lips twitch into a small grin, shrugging her broad shoulders.
“I thought when you walked into the shop today that I would finally fuckin’ get over myself and just saying something to let you know I feel but I kind of got lucky it being Valentine’s and you not having plans so I took a chance. Thankfully, you said ‘yes’.”
Thankfully indeed, you thought to yourself.
“This is amazing, by the way. I can’t cook for the life of me.” You point to the warm lasagna, the flavors lingering on your tongue.
Sevika shakes her head with a low whistle at your confession. “22 and you can’t cook, angel?”
Your face heats up at her teasing, opening your mouth as you let out a soft gasp.
“I’m… working on it, okay? Plus, if all things go well tonight, I won’t have to anymore,” you hum as you tilt your head at her, testing the waters.
You watch her every movement as Sevika grabs her glass of wine to take a sip. The way her throat bobbed as she allowed the liquid to trickle down.
“Is that so?” She hums into her glass before setting it back down with a soft clink.
“If that’s okay with you,” you grin innocently.
Sevika’s eyes flicker down to your lips as you take your turn to try the wine. It was a sweeter white wine, the burn of the alcohol washing down your throat.
“More than okay,” she quietly admits as she continues to dig into the lasagna.
A large glass of sweet white wine and the hefty carb-filled meal later, you two talking quietly amongst one another on the couch. Well, okay, Sevika was talking while you were tilting your head as you eye-fucked her at the distance you’ve been craving for the past two years. Watching her dark lips move as she tells you something you were supposed to be listening to but god, you couldn’t focus on anything else but her lips.
The jagged, light scar that on the left side of her lip drove you wild. Maybe it was the wine or the few years of yearning but you were growing needier by the second. The soft hum and rasp of her voice was merely adding to the fire.
“Angel?”
She calls to you, confusion laced in her tone. You blink to focus and sit up from your slouched position, cursing internally at how you let your mind wander.
“Hmm? Yeah?” You hum, a smitten smile growing on your lips.
Her large palm reaches over to rest on her exposed thigh from the slit of your dress folding over, her thumb rubbing over the skin to try and ease you. Your eyes flicker down from her pinky to her thumb, breath hitching at how much of your thigh she was covering.
“Are you tired? You can sleep here. I don’t want you driving after you’ve had something to drink.”
You hold back your scoff as you shake your head as you look back up at her, sucking in a deep breath as you carefully scoot in closer to her. It wasn’t something you did often but it seemed like subtlety wasn’t working with her.
“I’m not tired, Vika,” you whisper, eyes darting down to her lips as you raise one hand to rest on her upper abdomen.
Sevika’s grip tightens on your skin, her breathing quickening at your hand placement. You could feel her stomach flex causing an excitement that you haven’t felt in a long time to rush to your head.
The air around you two was heavy, the both of you hesitant to take what you want. You internally frown when you feel Sevika’s heavy hand remove itself from your thigh. She twiddles with the fabric of the skirt of your dress, avoiding your gaze as she blatantly stares at your lips as her chest rises and falls at a faster speed now.
Fuck it.
You begin to lean into her, moving your hand slowly up her torso to rest on the open area at the top of her chest. Your hand rests at her collarbone as you tilt your head to the side as you press your lips onto hers. Sevika, as anxious as she was appearing, followed your movements in an instant. Her hand that had been tugging at your dress was now cupping the side of your neck, thumbing at your jaw.
You force back your giddy grin as you pull away to ghost your lips over hers, letting out a shaky breath as you make her chase you. Sevika’s hand moves back down to your crossed legs, gripping your thigh with need as she whines.
She fucking whimpers against your lips as she mutters your name. Not ‘angel’ but your name.
You hum at the sound, moving your hands to her shoulders as you throw legs over her lap to straddle her. Sevika hands fly to your waist as you attach your lips once again, running her hands up your body. Her tongue brushes over your bottom lip as your hips grind down on her.
She pants against you, pulling away from your wet lips to look down at her lap at your plush thighs to curse underneath her breath. The sight alone could have her cumming untouched.
“Vika, can we move to your bed? Please?”
Your neediness was obvious as your hands ran down her body, feeling the ridges of her sculpted body that you wanted to so desperately see. Your fingers reach up to her button-up, unhooking a single button as you lean down to kiss at her neck to inhale the perfume and light cigar scent clinging to her skin. “Need you.”
Sevika’s hands grip at your body and press you into her, a shiver running down her back as you nibble on her skin.
She breathes out as her eyes shut at your teeth grazing over the mark you sucked onto her sickness. “Yeah, baby. Come on.”
As she stands up, she hooks her strong forearms underneath your thighs so that your legs could wrap around her hips as she carries you to her bedroom. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that you were here at her house, going to her room so that you could fuck her.
“You smell good,” you hum as you snuggle your face into the crook of her neck, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Sevika chuckles underneath her breath at your dazed words as she places a kiss to your scalp as she kicks her door open with her foot, the golden knob tapping the wall with a soft thump. She carefully sets you down on the comforter with a soft grunt.
You look up at her from the bed, eyes blown with lust as you wait for her next move.
“If you want to stop at any moment,” Sevika cups the side of your face, a feeling you’ve grown quite fond of. “You tell me immediately, okay?”
“Sevika, I trust you,” you reassure her softly, sucking in a deep breath. “But I will. I promise.”
Sevika seems to relax a bit more now after you have assured her.
“Good. Now, lay back for me, baby.”
You do as you told and scoot back a bit more up the mattress, your dress bunching up at your hips. Sevika seems to notice how it was bothering you, taking the fabric into her hands gently. You make eye contact with her and nod to signal it was okay for her to take it off of you.
Sevika tugs it up to reveal your deep red panties, a wet maroon patch in the front. You would’ve been a lot more embarrassed but hearing Sevika muttering curses once the dress is off of you and hitting the hardwood floor of her bedroom, your confidence shot through the roof.
Your tits were exposed as you didn’t enjoy wearing bras with dresses like this so here you were, borderline naked on Sevika’s bed. God, you would have laughed in someone’s face if anyone told you you’d be here within two years of meeting Sevika.
“You are perfect, angel.”
Sevika kneels down on her bed, her eyes following over every inch of your skin as if you were a painting. To be admired, not touched. You mutter a soft ‘thank you’ at the compliment, feeling a heat prickle at your underarms.
“You can touch me, you know,” you tease.
This seems to bring Sevika back to the task at hand, nodding with a gentle ‘sorry’ leaving her lips. You shake your head as you were more than flattered that she thought you were beautiful enough to stare at. She leans down to kiss you slowly, pushing you back down onto the bed.
Her knee was pressing into your clothed cunt, the pressure directly being placed onto your aching clit. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling, your hands gripping onto her strong shoulders. Your hips roll a bit to chase the pleasure.
“Needy girl,” she hums against your lips.
She pulls away to trail her lips down your body. Each kiss that was left had you leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering as she moved to your nipples. Your bottom lip catches in between your teeth as she cups your left and runs her tongue over your right. She sucks on the sensitive bud, running her hot tongue over the pebbled skin.
You watch her with no shame, not even daring wanting to look away at the fucking wet dream that was happening in front of you. You could see a spit string glistening on your nipple to her panting lips due to the dim lighting of the room. She adjusts herself so that she can move to the other nipple, pressing her knee onto your cunt once again.
“Vika,” you whine out, begging for her to move further down your body to where you needed her most.
Sevika looks up from your chest, pupils blown to the point where the gray of her eyes was a small ring.
“Tell me.”
You grind into her knee as a response, hoping she would get the hint that you wanted more than just her mouth on your tits. Sevika looks down at your desperate grinding on her knee as your hands run down her back, tugging on the fabric of her black button up.
Sevika pulls away, licking up whatever leftover saliva was on your tits before unbuttoning her shirt. You help her as you start from the bottom, meeting her in the middle as her sculpted body reveals itself to you. You had been teased with the idea from the bottom of Sevika’s shirts lifting when she would stretch or reach for a tool on a higher shelf at your fathers shop but this? Seeing every defined ab and little light scars on her stomach. Your imagination couldn’t compare to the real thing.
You throw her shirt in the direction of your dress, eyeing every ridge of her stomach. She had on a simple black sports bra hugging her tits to her body. As you were checking her out, Sevika was running her hands down yours as she landed right at the waistband of your panties.
She looks up at you as her fingers hook underneath the lace, waiting for your approval. You nod eagerly, lifting your hips up in assistance. Sevika tugs them down, letting out a soft groan at the sight of your slick that collected on the front of your underwear.
Your cunt was wet and fluttering, awaiting for any kind relief. Sevika moves down the bed to lay down on her stomach as she hooks her arms around your thighs to tug you closer to her. You yelp quietly as her slight manhandling of you but is quickly replaced by a moan. Without warning, she sticks her tongue out to drag across your entrance once to get your attention.
Being the absolute tease she was, Sevika kisses right over your clit before trailing her lips to your inner thighs. Irritated, you clamp your thighs on either side of her face, raising your brows down at her. She sighs and tsks, easily gripping your legs to force them back open.
You really were underestimating how strong she was.
“Be patient, angel. I want your thighs on my head when I’m eating this pretty pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me?” She places one more soft kiss on your inner thigh.
All you could muster was a whiny ‘yeah’ in response to her question. She hums, satisfied enough with your answer before delving back into where you needed her most.
Sevika laps her greedy tongue over the dripping entrance of your pussy, hooded eyes watching your body convulse. You moan out as she uses her fingers to spread your lips open to watch your cunt clench hungrily.
“You taste so fucking perfect. Can’t believe I had to wait so long to taste you, angel,” she nearly whines before sucking on your pussy lips.
Her eager licks to your cunt drew you close to your first orgasm, legs clamping on either side of her head. Your hands slip into her hair, entangling in her black strands. Sevika is relentless with her tongue, not letting up until she can taste you cumming.
Your stomach tightens as you ride her arched nose as it hits your clit just right. Your moans change higher in pitch as you could feel your orgasm about to rip through you. You came embarrassingly fast, shivering and gripping onto her hair as her tongue laps up your cum leaking from your cunt.
“Fuck, oh my god,” you whimper as she wraps her arms around your thighs to tug you closer to help you ride out your orgasm.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to catch your breath, shuddering when you feel Sevika places a lingering kiss to your clit. She releases your legs to pull her head from your pussy, the top of her head frizzy from your hands and her flyaways clinging to her forehead from the sweat.
“What the fuck?” You pant, a hand resting over your eyes.
Sevika softly chuckles at your words, gently massaging one of your thighs with her free hand. You shiver as you feel one other thick and long fingers tease at your entrance. You buck your hips to urge her to put it inside of you. Sevika hums from above you as she steadily inserts her middle finger.
“You gonna give one more, baby?” She questions as she licks her lips to collect what was left of your slick on her mouth.
You sit up slightly to reach for her neck to pull her down to be face to face with you. Sevika’s lips lock with yours, humming softly as her hand that wasn’t fucking you cups the side of your head. You could taste the lingering cum on her lips as you kiss her softly.
“One more,” you whisper against her lips, pulling away to rest your forehead on hers.
“Just one more, angel,” she whispers back, attentively watching your face to make sure you weren’t hesitating and not telling her.
But all she could see was how blown out your eyes were as you grind your hips weakly on her fingers.
The lewd sound of the squelch of you taking her finger made her smile against your temple. You hum as you feel her leisurely slide her ring finger next to the pointer, soft pants leaving your mouth. Your body was hot all over, sweat gathering above your top lip, the back of your neck and the crook of your hips.
Sevika began to pump her fingers in and out of you, watching the way your pussy lips began to puff up and lather in a mixture of her spit and your slick. She couldn’t get enough of you, wanting to make you see stars from her fingers alone.
You were already out of it; in a daze that boosted her ego.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, angel,” she praises as she leans down to kiss your cheek.
“Feel pretty,” you hum, gasping when Sevika’s fingers curl inside of you.
Sevika captures your lips once again as she picks up the pace of her fingers, moaning into your mouth when she feels your gummy walls clenching down on her. You throw your head back at the relentless thrusts, exposing your neck for Sevika to mark up. She wasn’t a big hickey person but watching you let out the prettiest and whiniest moans, all she wanted to do was make sure everyone who would see you the next day that you were hers.
Her lips latch onto the length of your neck, sucking and licking on the skin.
“Right there, baby. O-Oh fuck,” you whine out, not realising the pet name had left your lips.
This encouraged Sevika’s movements. Someone would have to fucking kill her to stop making you come undone like this.
“Yeah?” She places a sloppy kiss to your jaw with a hum.
You shudder as she curls her fingers to hit your g-spot, abusing it with a hungry persistence.
“Y-Yeah.”
Your whole body had basically become jelly in her palms, overwhelmed by the way she was handling you. Borderline pornagraphic moans left your lips as she wouldn’t let up. You think you would start crying if she did, the pleasure already becoming an addictive feeling. You knew at that moment she had ruined you for anyone else; that nothing would be as good as her.
Again, that familiar feeling settled in your lower abdomen. You were going to cum again but it felt… different; more intense than the one before. Your hand flew to her wrist that was fucking into you, not trying to stop her but confused about how the fuck was she doing that.
“Sevika, I-I’m gonna–” Pee?
“I can feel it, angel. Just let go for me. Relax.”
You release her wrist as you let yourself fall back onto the mattress, leaning back onto your forearms. Sevika continues to fuck into you, watching as your puffy cunt began to squirt your cum all over her forearm, even some splashing on her lower stomach. The orgasm shocked up your spine as broken moans leave your mouth, unable to speak to voice your confusion. Your hips buck to chase the most overwhelming orgasm you’ve ever had.
The obscene sight in front of Sevika made her smile to herself, looking down at her squirt-glistening stomach and arm.
“I never…” You trail off as you suck in a deep breath, trying to sit up but the weight of your exhaustion pulls you right back down.
Sevika’s eyes flicker to your shaking inner thighs and the embarrassment in your eyes and it hits her.
“Angel, you’ve never squirted before?” She questions gently.
You shake your head as you blink slowly, your eyelids becoming heavier by the second.
Sevika carefully removes her fingers from your cunt, shushing you with a ‘I know, baby’. You reach for her with weak arms, sighing in relief when she holds you close to her and maneuvers the two of you to avoid the wet spot on the bed.
“I think you killed me,” you mutter into her chest.
“Well, stay alive for a little bit longer. I’m gonna run a bath for you.”
You didn’t realize how sticky you felt until she mentioned the bath. The mix of fluids on your body made you frown until you remember what had just happened. You fucked Sevika.
Well, she fucked you. Better than you’ve ever experienced from the weak and careless attempts you’ve had before her.
“I’m sorry about your sheets,” you wince at the sight of the damp area that you can see out of the corner of your eye.
Sevika shakes her head as she rubs a hand over your naked back to help steady your breathing.
“Don’t be. It felt good, right?” Sevika looks down at you with a teasing grin.
You scoff at her words. “I just said ‘I think you killed me’. What do you think?”
Sevika leans down to peck your lips a few times, mumbling ‘just making sure’ onto your lips. The two of you lay there on her bed for you couldn’t even remember for how long as the rest of the night was a blissful blur. She carried you to the bathroom to sit on the toilet to make sure you pee so that you don’t get an infection and ran you a bath.
The bath helped your sticky feeling. Sevika joined you not too long after you did because well, you had asked her nicely. Lavender-scented bubbles engulfed the two of you, the warm water easing your aching bodies. With your back against her naked chest, you push out a question.
“Are we… dating?”
Sevika was tracing your arm that was resting on the white ceramic of the tub, resting her cheek on the top of your head. There was a mean voice in the back of her head calling her ridiculous to think you would want to be with her; but she ignores it for now.
“We can be. I wouldn’t mind this with you,” she hums as she picks up your hand to hold carefully.
Sevika didn’t specify what ‘this’ was but you hoped it meant more bubble baths and sweet dates. Oh and the endless amount of orgasms.
“Yeah, I want this too,” you grin down at your intertwined fingers. A haunting thought took over your brain, knowing you’d have to mention it at some point. “What about my dad?”
Sevika’s body tenses for a moment but she relaxes the moment you snuggle more into her.
“Well, we can keep it between us for now. Tell him when we feel ready.” Sevika assures you as she runs her thumb over the back of your soap-coated hand.
Between us, your mind echoed. You were okay with that.
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mourndust · 3 days ago
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⋅˚.⋆☾⁺ SUPERCHARGED // g!psevika x reader
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this is pure filth be advised. 18+ mdni, dirty talk, jealously, free-use reader, pet names, choking, dub-con, blood kink, dumbification, overstimulation, kinda made this with wolverine!sevika on my mind, but i kinda get carried away and it ended also being g!psevika, english is not my first language, any mistake i’m sorry in advance — literally 1.5k of porn without plot, reblogs, comments and likes are loved!
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she has always been bad news.
her mechanic arm has no trouble in holding both hands behind your back, like you don’t already know she has triple the force you’ll ever have.
fucking show-off.
the room is hot, spinning around as your cheek is buried in the mattress, the cold surface of the unused red sheets as a throaty whine comes out of your mouth — “sev,” you breathe out like a curse, yet it’s not enough to make her stop nor listen to you — she’s pretty mad so you doubt she’s going to listen to any of your whimpers.
“ngh- sev,” you call her again, yet she’s grunting beneath you, always choosing rather a poor amount of words to communicate as lewd sounds fill the air everytime her cock slides inside of your drenched cunt. “fuck- baby please.”
you always give in in the end, as her flesh hand close around your waist to move you at her will against her hard dick. she’s been like that for a while, almost as a way to remind you who you belong to, to show everyone who you belong to.
she’s not really that jealous normally, but there was something with the way you leaned against the bar, short skirt raising to the point she could see your black underwear, a dumb-ass-limp-dick trying to get under your skin like she does, and it’s enough to make her leave the stool she’s in, cigarette on her lips as she drags her glass of whiskey to sit next to you, cold hand dragging the stool you’re seated in next to her side, making you sit between her open legs.
she always does that. play poker while you’re drinking happily in the bar, keeping an eye on you like a product she can use.
it’s all sevika needs to do, not even looking at the guy who’s so invested in talking to you that’s now turning his back around to leave you alone — who’s going to mess with what’s her’s anyway? nobody is that dumb to have a deathwish.
“you’re doing this on purpose, princess” she says, flesh hand squeezing your leg as she towers over you, her smell is strong as she blows the smoke of the tobacco in your face, nonchalant as ever when the flesh one is grabbing you by the jaw, making you look at her as her fingers dig on your skin like a reminder she owns you, that there’s no limit with her.
her claws are well hidden in the mechanic arm, yet you can feel them peeking out when she’s petting you like a fucking dog, the metal knifes against your skin, breaking the fabric of your dark blue skirt without caring who’s looking before saying — “move. let’s go.”
“sev-”
“i said move” she says, serious now — “or do you want me to fuck you right over this stool in front of the whole bar?”
a shiver goes down your spine at her words, and it explains soon after why you’re crashing her place, the messy interior of the room she’s staying that used to be silko’s place, the red sheets against your skin as her cock forces past your entrance without a previous warning, already leaking when she’s spanking you, full force as red marks appear in your butt-cheeks, making you open yourself for her.
fuck — she’s jealous. jealous as her hips piston against your ass, balls slapping against your clit as she becomes messy, messy fucker, messy eater, messy lover, fucking you cruelly as her metal arm reaches for a fistful of your hair just to pull your head backwards, presenting your ass like a fucking gift to her eyes only.
the smell of the smoke is on the air, the dim light of the tobacco consuming between her lips with each inhale she gives, and you swear, fucking swear you can feel her in your belly, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure as your face contorts in pleasure, pure need.
“such a good cocksleeve,” sevika groans, a smile of victory curving on her lips as she can feel you clenching around her cock, and god she can feel it all — the way your breathing becomes shallow, the whispers of need, the warmth of your pussy as the friction becomes unbearable. “gonna mould this pussy to the shape of my dick, what do you think of that, doll?”
“sev- i can’t- i can’t s’too much,” you whine sooner than later at the verge of tears, but its not enough to make her stop, to make her slow down, in all contrary, it only serves to make sevika pick up her pace, making you stand on your knees as she keeps you in the edge of the king sized bed, pumping her painfully hard cock behind you in a new position, starved as she bites you, marks on your shoulder when she’s close to reach her high. good fuck.
“you like to flirt in the bar huh? using this tiny shit you call a skirt- fucking take it like a big girl” her metal hand close against your throat to push her cold fingers right against your pulse point “you like being all needy?, asking for attention? fucking take my cock like you were begging for, whore. don’t be pathetic.”
the metal claws suddenly appears on your vision as she takes you by the waist, and the complex mechanism of her arm sounds each time she makes you move, vapor filling the air just slightly for a couple of seconds: you know what she’s doing.
the cold metal roams against your skin, trailing against your side cause she knows you love it quite a lot, that you’re a sick who loves the thrill of being hurt, the need of pain as she applies just enough pressure to make a small wound over your tight she’ll be taking care of later, making you shake as the blood drips down your tight to loose itself of her bed.
you’re a babbling mess and shit- she fucking loves it. she loves making you drunk on her cock, making you cry as thick tears leave your pretty eyes when the pleassure becomes unbearable, seeking out for more always greedy.
“atta girl,” she says, and her voice gives you goosebumps, the deep sound that comes from her chest when she’s laughing at you, half dizzy as she chokes you harder, making you lightheaded— “now you like it huh? wasnt it too much? filthy girl.”
“please- m’gonna cum” you beg, and she gets off from the sound of your strained voice, how you beg when her slightly curved dick rubs on your cervix, shoving her fingers inside your mouth just to muffle the sounds you are making.
“shut up,” she mutters, taking one of your legs in her arms to lift it in the air, angling herself better until you’re finally crumbling, violently shaking when the orgasm pours over you; and sevika keeps on fucking you, even when you’re spasming over her dick, sucking her in — she cares about her release now, the load she discharges over your back, staining the fabric of your skirt as she keeps on stroking herself.
“no,” she warns you when your body becomes limp and you fall against the mattress, pulling you up again — “did i say we were going to stop? lift your ass up, doll. i’m cleaning up the mess you made.”
weird thing? you’re craving anything she can give you, so when her tongue is slipping between your soaked folds, she hums hungrily while you’re there, thinking that’s what heaven should feel like.
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vikashoneybee · 3 days ago
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i love love LOVE seeing sevika selfshippers. every single one of them
like, YES. she is YOUR girlfriend and YOUR girlfriend and YOUR girlfriend !!!1 and MY girlfriend too 🫶🩷
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00valentina-writes00 · 3 days ago
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Sevika eating pussy under a table cause there are people around?
♡♥︎Keep Quiet, If You Can♥︎��
Warnings: Sevika is a menace, oral sex in a public place, almost getting caught, I pray for you
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You don’t know how you let Sevika talk you into this.
A dinner out, she’d said. Something nice, somewhere upscale, just the two of you. And like an idiot, you’d believed her. You’d worn the little black skirt she liked, the one that barely covered anything when you sat down. You’d even let her pick the restaurant, some high-end lounge with dim lighting and jazz humming low through the speakers.
And now?
Now you’re sitting at a table, legs spread just enough for Sevika to be tucked beneath it, her broad shoulders wedged between your thighs, her mouth so fucking deep into your pussy you can barely breathe.
Your fingers are digging into the tablecloth, gripping it so hard your knuckles ache, and all you can do is stare at the half-empty plate in front of you, your lips parted as you try not to let a single sound slip out.
Sevika, the absolute menace that she is, doesn’t make it easy.
She eats you like it’s her last meal, her tongue working you over with slow, practiced strokes, curling deep inside you before dragging up to flick over your clit. Her lips seal around it, sucking just hard enough to make your thighs twitch, her rough hands keeping you spread open so you can’t squirm away.
She’s fucking enjoying this. You can feel it—the way her tongue moves, the way she groans against you like she’s the one getting off on this.
And then—
Oh, fuck.
A shadow falls across the table.
A waiter.
You nearly choke on your own spit, scrambling to school your features into something normal.
“Hey there,” the waiter says, flashing a polite smile. He’s handsome, clean-cut, his white button-down crisp against his tanned skin. “Can I get you anything else?”
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out, because at that exact moment, Sevika—fucking Sevika—doubles down.
Her tongue presses flat against your clit, slow and deliberate, and then she fucking shakes her head like she’s trying to bury herself even deeper.
You jolt, hands flying to your lap to grip at the fabric of your skirt, as if that’ll somehow stop the way she’s devouring you.
The waiter’s brows raise, his head tilting. “You okay?”
You clear your throat. Swallow. Try to pretend like your pulse isn’t hammering in your throat.
“Y-Yeah,” you manage, your voice embarrassingly thin. “I just—um—”
Sevika sucks on your clit. Hard.
Your fingers clench the tablecloth so tightly you’re surprised it doesn’t rip.
The waiter’s looking at you funny now, his polite smile slipping into something a little more confused.
You need to get rid of him.
“Water,” you blurt out, your words too rushed. “Can I get a glass of water?”
The waiter blinks. “You have a full glass.”
Oh, fuck. You do.
Sevika chuckles against you, the vibration making your whole body jerk.
“I meant—uh—” You suck in a sharp breath, trying to keep your hips from bucking up into Sevika’s face. “A… a refill?”
The waiter glances at your untouched water, then back at you.
You’re sure you look insane—face flushed, eyes unfocused, hands twisted in your lap like you’re trying to keep yourself from falling apart.
“Sure,” he says slowly, still looking at you like you’re a little unhinged. “I’ll be right back.”
As soon as he turns away, you grab the edge of the table, yanking the fabric up just enough to glare down at Sevika.
Her smirk is fucking filthy.
“Having trouble, sweetheart?” she murmurs, her voice husky, laced with amusement.
You shoot her a murderous look under the tablecloth, but before you can hiss out a threat, she dives back in, tongue swirling around your clit before sucking it between her lips, her fingers tightening on your thighs.
Your back hits the seat, head tipping back as you bite your lip so hard it hurts.
She’s relentless now, fucking devouring you, her tongue fucking into you deep, her nose pressing against your clit in a way that has your stomach twisting, heat pooling low and sharp
You’re close. Too close.
And Sevika fucking knows.
She slides two fingers into you, curling them just right, pressing against that spot that makes your whole body tighten.
Your toes curl in your heels. Your breathing turns ragged. The tablecloth hides her, but it can’t hide the way your legs tremble, the way your chest rises and falls too quickly.
Sevika’s pace doesn’t let up, her tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, dragging you to the edge so fast it’s dizzying.
And then—
The waiter returns.
You barely manage to snap your head up, your hands flying to your lap again, gripping the fabric of your skirt like it’ll somehow ground you.
The waiter sets the glass down, eyes flicking to your face. “You sure you’re okay?”
No. No, you’re not. You’re seconds away from fucking losing it.
“I’m—”
Sevika presses her fingers deeper, curling them just right, her tongue flicking over your clit in fast, precise strokes.
Your whole body jolts.
A strangled noise catches in your throat, your jaw tightening as you fight to keep it in.
The waiter’s eyes narrow slightly, suspicion creeping into his expression.
Fuck, fuck, you can’t do this. You can’t—
“I-I’m fine,” you gasp out, your voice just a little too high, too breathless.
Sevika hums against you.
Your thighs clench. Your stomach tightens.
The waiter hesitates for a second longer before nodding slowly. “Alright, well… let me know if you need anything else.”
He turns to walk away.
And that’s when Sevika finishes you off.
Her fingers thrust deep, her tongue pressing firm and perfect against your clit, and you’re gone—coming so fucking hard you see stars, your thighs shaking around her, your breath stuttering as you force yourself to stay silent.
You grip the table so hard your nails dig into the wood, every muscle in your body locking up as your orgasm tears through you.
The waiter disappears into the crowd.
Sevika doesn’t stop. Not until she’s wrung every last aftershock out of you, not until your body is trembling and you’re sagging against the seat, your legs numb, your heart hammering.
Only then does she finally pull back, her fingers sliding out of you, her tongue giving one last, slow lick before she chuckles, low and satisfied.
You barely have the strength to lift the tablecloth again, glaring down at her.
She licks her lips. Smirks.
And then, the smug bastard winks.
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ennabear · 17 hours ago
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was trying to take a nap but i can’t stop thinking about this so have a horny half asleep blurb about loser!sevika <3333 18+
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“oh, shit.” she groans on top of you, holding the dildo in her hands as she angles it into you, the tip already wet as it pushes into your hole. you look up at her as she trembles in excitement, horniness, and most of all, anxiety. her eyes are fixed on her strap-on and your cunt, big, beautiful eyes already glossy from pleasure. she could cum just from this.
“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” she asks timidly, holding your hips as tightly as possible in her hands. you nod at this, and her human palm sweats and shakes until you grab it tightly in yours, offering a reassuring squeeze.
“you got it, sev. keep going.”
she glances down at you, deep brown lips sagging from the weight of her signature pout. you smile at her, big and goofy, and take her face in your unoccupied hand. an annoyed wince follows your pinches to her cheek, but she sighs and laughs it off, focusing on the task at hand.
“okay…” she whispers. “okay, ready?”
you giggle. “sev, i’ve been ready. you’re not gonna hurt me.”
at this, she pushes into you more. slowly but surely. and soon enough, she’s bottomed out, eyes big and jaw hanging open at the sight beneath her. not a single centimeter of the dildo is visible, just your thighs squishing against hers. a sight she could never get sick of. she sucks in a gasp when you lightly smack her ass, but chuckles awkwardly when she realizes that you aren’t in any pain.
experimentally, she slides out of you, then snaps her hips back in. you shiver, legs opening impossibly wider, back melting into the bed.
“like that?” she asks.
“yeah, sevi. just like that.” you reassure her. god, if only she wasn’t so damn nervous. and oh, so adorable.
so she does it again, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in. her rhythm isn’t quite there, but the pleasure is. she hits your sweet spots so deeply, and your heart is so full, you don’t care that she’s not exactly… good at this.
not yet, at least, but neither of you mind the practice.
she moans every time every time she thrusts into you. it starts out breathy and light, but the more she does it, the louder she gets. you doubt that she’s even aware of the sounds she’s making, but you hope she doesn’t realize— she’ll get embarrassed and stop.
her hand releases itself from your grip, drenched in sweat although you wouldn’t have it any other way. her hard grip on your hip returns, and she leans over you to get a better angle. your tits are practically touching, and her hair tickles your face and neck. you plant a few firm kisses on her cheeks, then her nose, then a sweet, long one on her lips, muffling the sounds of her moans and whimpers.
“fuck, i’m so in love with you.” she groans. “can’t believe i didn’t do this sooner.”
you laugh at her, wrapping your arms around her. “it’s okay, we have all the time in the world. no rush.” she chuckles at herself, then her breathy chuckles turn into light moans, and then she’s full on moaning right into your ear.
“am i doing good?” she asks. pace quickening as she rocks her hips into yours.
“yeah, babe. i’m so close.” you whine, gulping loudly.
“really?” she asks, almost like she doesn’t believe you.
“yeah, really.” you laugh, butterflies tickling your gut. “keep going like that.”
“fuck, fuck. okay, oh, janna.” she moans, burying her face in your neck. you think for a moment that she might be in pain, maybe tired, out of breath, or her phantom pains biting at her nonexistent arm. but these moans are different. deeper, heavier, like she’s enjoying it.
her breath tickles your neck as you tip over the edge, holding her as tight as possible as your eyes roll back into your head and you bite your lip a little too harshly. when you come down from your high, gasping for air and giggling at your girlfriend, you almost think you’re imagining the tears rolling down her cheeks. you coo at her and kiss them away, until all that’s left is a giggly, sweaty pile of limbs tangled together.
“do you want me to pull out?” she asks.
“whenever you’re ready.” you answer. “as long as i get to make you cum after this.”
“uhh…” she starts, then loses her words. “you already… did.”
“what do you mean, baby? i haven’t had my mouth or hands on you all night.”
“no, no, not like that.” she says, rushing the words out. “i mean… i did. while i was fucking you… maybe more than once.”
although you feel a bit evil for this, you cackle loudly at her. she rolls her eyes and sinks into you even more, hiding her face in your neck shyly. “don’t laugh at me.” she grumbles. “you’re the worst.”
“no, it’s not bad, sev. it’s cute. and i think we should do this more often.”
she sighs into your shoulder, raising her hand up and pointing her middle finger straight to the sky. you gasp and giggle harder, then swat it away as she tries to wrestle against you.
“okay, enough.” you call, before she can start the wrestling match. “let’s go pee and then i’ll make us a snack.”
she kisses your forehead and huffs a breath, trying not to think about the fact that she’s still inside of you, and that she may or may not be able to feel you clenching around her. “okay, i love you.”
“love you too, sevibaby.”
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booksconsumeme · 2 days ago
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“thoughts?” there is no thoughts. my head is completely blank. all i need is her. holy fuck.
Fuck You Back to Sleep
Warnings: dirty talk, strap on, top!sevika, r!receiving, afab!reader, sex guys it’s sex, mating press, possessiveness, light degradation (maybe?)
Something you noticed into your relationship with Sevika was that she was worried to lose you.
She didn’t say it, but she showed it.
Her eyes followed you wherever you moved. When you were out together and got separated because you got distracted or she had to talk to someone, her eyes darted to you. Just to make sure you were still there.
Her fears were valid, of course, and understandable. Here, in Zaun, where anything could happen, anything could hurt you. Anything could take you from her.
Recently, it had started to get worse. Partly due to her new status as Councilor and having to leave you, not only alone, but in a different part of where she was altogether.
However, you didn’t expect her to show her worry like this.
“That’s it, princess,” Sevika grunts as she fucks into you. The strap around her hips, over her clothes as she was just about to leave, glistening with your wetness.
“God,” you moaned, lips parted and swollen from kissing her earlier. “Sev, fuck,” You couldn’t think, couldn’t make your lips form any other word other than her name and profanities.
She had her hands around your calves, your legs pushed up at either side of your face while she drilled into you. Her thighs caged you beneath her, the angle perfect for you to feel her buried to the hilt of the strap on inside of you.
Her strokes were hard and deep. Her noises almost grunts and growls.
Your fingers were at the back of her neck, holding her closer. Your lips nipping and licking her throat. You could feel the shaved part of her head prickle your fingers as you grip her tighter when she finds it in herself to speed up.
“Taking me…” She grunts. “…so fucking good, baby.”
You moan again, head tilted back and eyes almost blurred with pleasure.
“Look at you,” She continues, leaning down to suck the skin of your throat. “Can’t even talk.”
“Vika,” You manage to choke out before another satisfied moan is slipping past your pink lips.
Your attempt to talk only makes her moan in turn, shifting her hold on your calves to hold your ankles with her metal hand. Her right hand drops to your cunt, rubbing circles to your neglected clit.
You arch your back, feeling your entrance greedily tighten around the toy.
“Oh, that’s it, baby,” Sevika grunts as she thrusts into you, still rubbing your clit. “Fuck, let me see you come. I’m not fucking leaving until you come for me.”
“Y-You’re…” You moan, thighs bucking against her thrusts, tasting your orgasm. “…gon’ b-be late,” You pant.
Your hands come up to cup the back of her neck and hold her, stomach coiling as her breathing gets quicker.
“Don’t care, baby,” She leans down to bite your neck. It causes her to stretch you more around the toy, tugging at your trembling hole.
The bite makes you groan in response, your stomach almost quivering as you come.
Your neck tilts back, throat bared and jaw slack as a low, moan escapes your lips. Your thighs tremble around her, your hole pulsing around the toy buried to deep, grinding into that sweet little spot.
“Atta girl, baby,” Sevika hums, slowing down her thrusts as she rides the orgasm out of you, fingers still massaging your clit. You’re still shaking, stomach jolting as you moan.
“Poor baby’s shaking,” She fake coos, pressing your thighs more into the mattress beside your face after moving her hand from your clit. She gives you slow, painfully slow thrusts just to hear the churning of your wetness and come.
“God, wait,” you groan as she gives you one, final, hard thrust.
“I know, princess, I know,” She slowly pulls out of you and lays beside you.
You curl into her chest while your body stops its shaking, burying your nose into her neck, against her pulse to smell her skin.
She kisses the top of your head, tracing odd circles into your back. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep in her arms and she hates that she has to leave you.
But she’s needed and can’t skip this meeting. So she reluctantly pulls herself from you to tuck you in bed. She takes the toy off, and even has to change her pants because there’s an evident wet patch on her pants due to your cunt.
She gives your face light kisses, careful not to wake you up. She grins to herself smugly as she leaves, knowing you’re damn safe in bed.
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wxwrites · 3 days ago
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she wants me
(sevika x fem!reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns for reader, praise, fingering, cunnilingus, softdom!sevika, sub!reader, bottom!reader, exhibitionism? not beta/proof read!) men, minors dni
your painfully annoying ex-boyfriend shows up to cause problems. sevika shows him exactly what he lost.
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Your ex was persistent. Like… persistent– to the point of it being utterly overbearing. Your shabby apartment was no longer a safe place to stay at, as he would randomly show up at any and all odd hours he could find. Thus, one of your closest friends, Sevika, has offered you temporary relief in her own home.
Your friendship began almost three years ago when you began serving at The Last Drop, her attention was immediately drawn to how disgustingly nice you were. While she brushed off your kind words and attempts at friendship initially, she grew fond of you over time.
Presently, It’s been almost two months since you and your ex-boyfriend broke up. The man was absolutely obsessed with you. He was a manipulative, ugly, greedy little sump-rat who refused to leave you alone. While Sevika had no issues with putting him into the ground for his constant awful behavior, you and your tender heart continued to tell her off. 
In an attempt to pull you out of your own festering anxieties, Sevika drags you out to The Last Drop, trying to brighten your mood from the traumatic relationship. 
Now, you’re sitting next to her as she deals out the stack of playing cards to the men at the circular table. You’re dressed in some torn tights, small shorts, a cropped vest with a tattered t-shirt beneath it, accompanied by chunky boots. One leg is crossed over the other as you silently nurse your drink, peeking over at Sevika’s cards. You had never been someone who enjoys cards much, and playing against Sevika would’ve been a losing game anyway. 
There are never really any good nights in Zaun, there’s always the underlying anxiety of ‘maybe today is the day we all get raided and killed.’ So, tonight is going just about as well as it could, realistically. Sevika is winning (as per usual) and you feel slightly at peace, grateful for the fact that she had drawn you out of your blanket-filled cocoon inside of her house. 
Another deck is shuffled out, more shots are thrown back, and you finally feel a little less tense. Not drunk– it was never something you particularly enjoyed, but it was enough for you to drop your shoulders from your ears and slump back against the booth. 
“My little good luck charm, hm?” She mumbles, smirking at you as she rifles through the coins that were begrudgingly slid over to her. You roll your eyes playfully in retaliation, smiling softly and finishing off the last little bit of your drink.
She leans down to press her full lips to your neck, grinning as you gasp. She keeps her strong arm around you as she places a few more chaste kisses, finalizing her ministrations with a sharp nip to the edge of your jaw. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.
You move your eyes from her, to the table, and then to the crowd, absorbing the scene of Zaun’s nightlife growing. In the group of bodies dancing and bustling you spot the very last thing you wanted to see: Your ex-boyfriend. Staring directly at you. 
“Sev,” you gasp quietly, which immediately snatches her attention. She looks at you first, then follows your gaze over to the crowd– immediately landing on him. Her face twists into a deep snarl as she catches his gaze.
She slams her cards down and abruptly stands up, “Everyone, out!” she growls. In return, several patrons immediately scurry out, and the rest sit in fear. “I said go, now!” she adds, which eventually forces the rest of them out. 
Quick minutes pass by and you’re left stuck in the bar with Sevika and your ex. “Sevika, can we please just leave,” you huff out, standing up next to her. 
“Sit your ass back down,” she hisses, pushing your shoulder gently. Rather than arguing with her as you normally would, you concede this time. You huff out annoyedly before plopping back down, knocking your boot against the base of the table.
She steps over you, placing a large hand on the back of your head as she does so— a fleeting, comforting touch. “Sev, seriously,” you repeat irritably, reaching for the tail of her cloak. She swats your hand away before silently moving forward, slowly treading towards the man in the center of the room. 
“What do you want?” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest as she stops in front of him. She stands over him, forcing him to crane his head up if he wants a half decent look at her.
Puffing his chest out, he responds with a short, “I just wanna talk to her,” and nods towards you. Irritation flares in your chest at his words and Sevika scoffs bitterly. “She doesn’t wanna talk. You dense?” she mocks back, sending you a brief glance.
“I think we should just go,” you say, attempting to dismiss the situation before it gets out of hand. She raises a hand at you, a silent gesture to stop talking before you make her mood even worse. 
You quickly snap your jaw shut, huffing in defeat as she reverts her attention back to the fuming man less than fifteen from you. The very same man who nearly ruined your life for two, excruciatingly long years. You clench your jaw and train your gaze on the seemingly very interesting scotch glass in front of you.
You drum your nails against the table anxiously, overhearing a “fuck you, she’s a stupid sleazy whore anyway,” from the skrunkly-faced man. This causes her to seethe, and you barely register the movement before her metal claws are wrapped tightly around his throat.
“She’s a what?” She questions nastily, pulling him in. “She’s nothing but a piece of ass,” he tacks on, attempting to keep up the tough bravado he is rapidly losing. As her grip tightens, he attempts to stammer out an apology but all she does is shake her head and pout mockingly at him.
The words settle harshly in your chest, causing you to shift in the booth uncomfortably. 
She flings his body to the ground, stepping on his back to keep his body pressed into hard flooring. She crouches down unevenly and leans in next to his ear, “you’re better off keeping your mouth shut for the rest of the night.” She hisses, lifting her foot off of him.
And the poor, unbelievably stupid man opens his mouth again. “I’m surprised you still keep her around. She’s grown boring— dry.” He spits out venomously.
You snap your head over towards them, feeling the shame morph into a different form of anger. You watch Sevika narrow her eyes at him before she scoffs bitterly and raises her foot up again. This time, her foot meets his jaw, and you hear a crack, and the yelp he lets out.
She straightens herself back up and rolls out her neck and shoulders, smirking down at his tattered form. She turns back towards your startled and half-ass trembling form, and her face softens into something more tender. 
The man attempts to push himself back up, but she quickly turns around and swipes his hands from beneath him, causing him to crash back into the ground.
“Stay the fuck down.” She says, punctuating her sentence with another jab to his ribs. He shakes beneath her cruel eyes, giving her a sheepish nod.
You really shouldn’t feel the familiar heat pool between your legs while you watch her, but it’s so hard when she just looks so fucking good. All big muscles, broad shoulders, scarred and tanned skin. She’s like a walking goddess— one you would dutifully worship if given the chance to.
She walks back towards you and reaches over to grab the still half-full glass of hers on the table. She knocks it back quickly and clears her throat after, finally looking back down at you.
“You okay, baby?” She inquires sweetly, tilting your chin up with the side of her index finger. 
You nod in response, still shocked into silence as you watched the scene unfold.
“You don’t believe him, do you?” She asks you, stroking her thumb over the bridge of your nose, and then over your cheekbone. You look away shamefully, knowing that you shouldn’t, but you can’t help the guilty pit that forms in your stomach.
“Oh, pretty girl— you truly don’t see how wrong he is?” She asks, giving you a sympathetic look.
“No, I— it’s not that,” you attempt to stammer out, but it’s hard when she’s looking down at you, almost predatorily. 
She picks up on your growing arousal— the flushed skin and barely dampened hairline. “Would you stand up for me, sweet thing?” She requests, tugging on the collar of your shirt gently. 
You nod immediately and stand up at her request, wrapping your fingers around her fleshed forearm. She guides you out of the seat of the booth and stops you in front of her.
You can see him writhing in pain, occasionally groaning, but he is far too scared to attempt to actually get up. 
“You know, I do remember the little imbecile calling you boring and dry. But something is telling me that his claim is very wrong.” She states, dragging her thumb over your bottom lip as she licks over her own.
“I think that the sump-rat just doesn’t know how to take care of a girl properly,” she says, staring him down as she slides her fleshy hand from your jaw, down to the collar of your shirt again.
“It's such a shame too, y’know? He had such a beautiful little thing to cherish, touch… all of it. Couldn’t even manage to do that, huh?” She coos, trailing her metal claws up the back of your thigh, feeling it snag against your tights. 
You gasp as she purposefully drags her hand up, effectively tearing them. “Sevika—” you stutter, but you’re quickly cut off as her thick lips press against yours. 
“Mmpf—” you moan, eyes widening in shock. Once you adjust to the feeling, you close your eyes and  grip onto her biceps firmly, rolling your hips into hers.
She nips roughly at your bottom lip, skating her hand up to grab a handful of your ass as she walks the both of you backwards. You make a confused noise but follow her regardless, making sweet little noises against her hot mouth. 
You whimper as she turns you over and presses your chest onto the hardwood table, giving him a perfect view of both of you.
“What—” you make a confused sound, but the question is answered when her hands begin to work on the buckle of your studded belt. She leans forward and you feel as her breasts press into your back, “This okay?” She asks, stilling her hands on your hips as she waits for a response.
You nod eagerly, bracing yourself up on your forearms. “Yeah, I’m good,” you reply, taking a second to catch your breath. 
“Yeah, you feelin’ good?” she teases, pressing her lips to your neck roughly. She suckles harshly on your skin before nipping at it, sliding one of her hands beneath the waistband of your shorts. 
She teases her fingers over your clit teasingly, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves. Your mouth drops open as you moan, grateful as you’re finally able to get some relief.
“Yeah, that’s it. Make those pretty little sounds for me,” she demands from over your shoulder, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck. The action forces you to cry out and grind yourself against her hand. 
Your attention is caught by your ex-boyfriend, still battered and bruised on the ground. He growls and spits out a protest as he watches the debauchery play out.
“Did he ever make you feel like this?” She asks, pulling her hand away from your clit so that she can shove your shorts down to your mid-thigh. 
“Answer me, baby,” she says lowly, giving you a light spank to your ass. “No, no, he didn’t,” you stammer out, gasping as you feel her metal claws dig into the meat of your ass.
“That’s right, isn’t it? But here you are, all soaked through your tights and panties.” She murmurs, moving both hands to the center of the sheen fabric. 
“I really hope you don’t like these,” she comments. And before you can protest— she tears the fabric apart, causing you to gasp and shiver simultaneously. 
Her fingers hook into the side of your panties as she yanks those down as well, rolling all of the fabric to your thighs. “Well aren’t you pretty,” she says, sliding her fingers through your folds again. You flush in embarrassment as she practically devours you with her eyes. 
“Oh, fuck— Sevika,” you whimper, clawing at the edge of the table. “This all for me?” She asks smugly, rubbing her fingers against your sensitive bud again. 
“Mhm– ahh,” you moan loudly, trying to gain more friction against her hand.
She slides a thick finger into you, grinning wolfishly as you release a wanton whine. She curls her fingers, slowly pushing them in and out of you. Her fingertips brush against the overly-sensitive and gummy walls inside of you. You nearly choke on your own voice as it feels like a live-wire is shooting through you.
“You had all of this ass and a sweet pussy to play with. But you wanted to act like a selfish, bigoted little rat and lose it all, didn’t you?” She mocks him, narrowing her eyes at him as her fingers work inside of you. 
It’s painful for him, honestly. To watch one of the most beautiful women to ever grace Zaun’s presence get laid out by her best friend over a table. It’s humiliating for him, but exhilarating for the both of you.
"Isn't she pretty?" She asks, gently raking her claws through your hair.
"Tell her she's pretty." She commands, sneering at him as he stutters.
"Yes, she's— she's pretty," he stutters, averting his gaze back to the floor.
You finally get your revenge, and she finally gets to do the things she has spent the past few years dreaming about. 
“Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, c’mon, doll," she mumbles, sliding a second finger into you. Her mechanical hand presses into your lower back as she presses her fingers into you faster– harder. 
You moan and writhe against the table, doing exactly as she says. The wet sounds coming from between your soft thighs are unfamiliar, something you have so rarely experienced. (Much less from anyone else.)
“F-Fuck, fuck, Sevika,” you cry out, throwing your ass back against her large hand. She licks over her bottom lip as she watches you hungrily. She kicks your legs apart, pushing her fingers further inside of you. 
“She ever sound like this for you?” She sneers at him, chuckling darkly at the scowl that etches onto his face.
She pulls her fingers out of you and murmurs soft apologies at your incessant whining. “One second, sweet girl,” she says, slowly lowering herself onto her knees. 
She kisses along your ass cheeks and the backs of your thighs on her way down, wrapping her hands around the fronts of your thighs. She pulls you back onto her warm, eager mouth and moans once she gets her tongue on you. 
She laps at you feverishly, digging her nails into your thighs as she holds you against her firmly. With your back arched and cheeked smushed against the table, you become the spitting image of arousal and lust.
She wraps her thick lips around your clit and sucks harshly, determined to bring you over the edge with her mouth. 
Her moans vibrate against you and heighten the already intense pleasure. “Mmf— I’m gonna, ha,” you gasp. You feel her nod against you, a silent encouragement. 
You nearly scream out in pleasure as your vision blanks out and a white heat surges from between your legs, and up your body. Quiet sobs wrack through you as the orgasm washes over you, wave after wave, and your thighs begin to tremble. 
You reach back with a weak hand to push her away from you, continuing to suck in shaky breaths.
“‘Vika, please,” you beg, and she finally lets up. She presses a final sloppy kiss to your pussy and then back up your thighs.
She wraps an arm around your front and hauls you back, holding you against her. With you almost all the way up, she tilts your head towards her with her tanned hand and presses a wet kiss to your mouth. 
Her metal arm holds you up as she gently pries your mouth open with her tongue, shoving your slick into your mouth. You moan at the taste and the feeling, reaching back to tangle your fingers through her hair. 
She pulls away and looks back at him, “I hope you learned something from this. Now get the fuck out,” she snaps meanly, keeping your face in place. 
The trembling man scrambles up and ushers out of the bar, leaving the two of you in a long-awaited peace.
“You feeling alright?” she asks, gently thumbing over one of your nipples. You nod tiredly, “yeah, ‘m okay,” you mumble, biting your bottom lip softly. 
“Good, because you’re not sleeping tonight,” she replies, pressing another firm kiss to your lips.
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imsofreakingtired · 2 days ago
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Kidnapper: we have your daughter
You: I don't have a daughter
Kidnapper: then who's the kid who keeps biting our hands and telling us to fuck off and die in sign language?
You: OH MY GOD SEVIKA THEY HAVE ISHA
Kidnapper: please come take her back we're scared
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adieutristana · 2 days ago
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Hey :3
could you please write arcane women with a chronically ill user? Especially a FAINTING CONDITION, I have one and I would love to see how would they react and take care!!
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of course! thank you for the request <3
disclaimer that i do not have any experience with this kind of condition. i did some research and did my best to portray them accurately, but as always, i’m open to feedback.
summary; headcanons of arcane women and fem!reader with a fainting condition.
characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn
tags/warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, chronically ill!reader, mentions of fainting (duh), medical talk
men dni.
jinx;
✧.* the first time it happened, jinx was in absolute shock. one second you were upright, talking to her about your latest endeavors. the next second, you looked a bit out if it, like your vision was starting to blur and you were becoming disconnected from reality. the next second, your body was going limp, and jinx was scrambling to catch you.
✧.* it'd be an understatement to say that she was panicking. she's shaking you, yelling at you, trying to manipulate you into a sitting position so she can try and figure out what's wrong. she got so desperate that she ended up pouring some cold water over your face, and that was what brought you back to consciousness.
✧.* she's bombarding you with questions as soon as she sees your eyes begin to blink open.
✧.* "what happened, toots?!" she'd ask, or, "you went all... blank, then nothing. what's that about?"
✧.* she can come off as a bit blunt with her questions, but she doesn't mean anything by it. jinx is just a girl with little to no filter- she genuinely is concerned.
✧.* you take a few moments to come back to your senses, all the while jinx is sat next to you with a hand gripping your knee, tight. it's both for you and herself, for jinx to reassure herself that you're here, you're alive, and you're (hopefully) okay.
✧.* once you're in a sound state, you explain to jinx that you have a fainting condition. you'd meant to tell her earlier, but it kept slipping your mind, until you'd actually fainted. you reassure her that it's nothing life-threatening, nothing that'll put you in danger (in most situations).
✧.* jinx still worries, of course she does. she worries about you when you're just going to the convenience store to grab water bottles, so her anxiety when you tell her about your condition is off the charts. regardless, she tries to hone it in and trust your word. you've lived with it for years, and you know your own health better than she does.
✧.* after the first conversation, jinx doesn't bring it up often. of course she'll talk about your condition if you're the one to mention it, but she doesn't want you to feel like she's treating you any differently.
✧.* tries to distract you with colorful smoke bombs, affection, and jokes after you regain consciousness most of the time. peppering your face in purposely wet and rushed kisses in an attempt to see you smile. she knows it'll take you some time to come to, but she wants you to be in good spirits when you do! jinx hates a lot of things, but none quite as much as seeing you unhappy or in distress.
✧.* but she keeps both her hideout and her bags stashed with things that'll help in case of another fainting spell. if there's one thing that jinx is, it's observant. she knows every one of your habits, your little quirks. she could write a damn novel full of things about you that you haven't even noticed about yourself.
✧.* and if she notices those telltale signs- your eyes beginning to cloud, starting to space out, losing your balance, she's on it. water is a given, she'll also usher you to sit or lie down so that you can focus on your breathing. if it's bad enough, jinx will try to guide you through some breathing exercises, even though she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. she's trying her best :(
✧.* "you're lookin' all... far away again. sit down, toots, breathe." she'd say, her face getting impossibly close to yours, thick brows furrowed.
✧.* does as much research as possible! there's not much that frustrates jinx than not being able to understand something. these things are like a puzzle to her in a way. she wants to be able to analyze, understand, and help. she knows there's really nothing she can do to prevent fainting spells, as much as she wishes she could. regardless, helping you through them becomes one of her most important self-appointed duties.
✧.* if she sees you standing for a bit too long, your girlfriend would make sure to ask you to take a little break. she doesn't want you to start getting lightheaded and have another spell when it might be preventable
✧.* jinx would also make sure that you're not close to any hard surfaces or corners if she notices you right on the brink of fainting. the last thing that she needs is you to hit your head on the corner of a table.
✧.* "hey- hey! get away from there," a jumbled mess of words, before wrapping her arms around your waist, slowly pulling you away from near a hard counter and supporting your fall.
✧.* she becomes pretty good pretty quick! it just gave her a scare at first is all :(
vi;
✧.* it was one of the first things you'd told vi when you first began dating- that you have a fainting condition. you faint from time to time, there's signs, and you can't control it. it happens, and it's bound to worry her, but you're okay.
✧.* she'd hear you and listen to you, vi always does. but i don't think the magnitude of your words would really sink in until the first time she witnessed a fainting spell of yours, and she was in shock.
✧.* she was utterly panicked. holding you across her lap, checking your pulse at both your wrist and neck, shaking you, trying to talk to you, anything.
✧.* it seems fruitless, and vi can feel tears beginning to prick at the corners of her eyes. she didn't realize the sheer depth of what you'd said until now, and the girl is internally beating herself up for it. you told her you had a fainting condition, of course you'd faint! how could she have not been prepared?
✧.* but eventually, you do start to regain consciousness. she immediately holds you close to her chest, whispering quiet and rushed 'ohthankjanna's and 'you're okay, aren't you? please tell me you're okay.'
✧.* it takes a moment for you to return back to consciousness, weary eyes looking up at vi. you can only slowly nod. it's not much of an answer, but it's satisfactory for vi- letting her know that you hear her and you're alright.
✧.* "i'm so sorry i wasn't prepared, you told me and i still-" "vi, love, stop. it's fine, i'm fine."
✧.* she makes sure that she's prepared for next time. she doesn't want to make you feel as if you're delicate, like you can't take care of yourself. vi knows you're more than capable, but still, she's your girlfriend and she wants to look out for you.
✧.* she asks you to describe everything to her- how you know it’s getting bad, what works to help you both before and after the fact. it’s vi trying to understand exactly what you need, rather than simply assuming.
✧.* after those conversations, your girlfriend does grow to recognize the signs and symptoms you have rather quickly. the moment she sees you start to look a little out of it, she’s pulling you away from anything you could fall onto, coaxing you to lay down or sit down with your head between your knees.
✧.* “hey, hey. sit down, okay? i’ve got ya, cupcake,” she’d whisper, her hand rubbing gentle circles into the small of your back. she’d press light kisses to your temple, plump lips a reminder of her presence and affections.
✧.* there’s always a few water bottles in her bag just in case though, and some snacks (your favorites, too) whenever she feels you may need them.
✧.* while vi did freak out after the first fainting spell you had, she learns to manage them soon after. now that you’ve talked to her and she knows what to expect, she can rest assured that you’re alright and you’ll come to with a bit of time and support.
✧.* once you do regain consciousness, she doesn’t make a big deal of it. VERY affectionate, though. she’s just so happy that you’re doing alright, she can’t help it… chaste kisses to your lips and tight embraces when she notices your light grumbles and your eyes fluttering open.
✧.* if you were having a conversation before fainting, she’d wait out the episode, then continue the discussion like nothing had happened. while vi absolutely worries, she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or feel like she’s only focusing on what happened. unless you want to talk about it of course!
✧.* “you’re okay, right?” “mhm… just a little hiccup,” you’d murmur. “right. where were we?”
mel;
✧.* mel has seen people faint several times in her life and career, but i’d imagine you’re the first person she’s met with a fainting condition.
✧.* mel is a stellar listener, though. once you inform her of your condition, your symptoms, how it affects your daily life and how you navigate it, she’s taken everything to heart. mel may not fully understand, but she wants to try the best that she can.
✧.* asks a lot of questions. your girlfriend isn’t trying to interrogate you or pry any information from you, instead just trying to grasp your condition better. trying to prepare for the inevitable fainting spells you have and know exactly how to handle them. questions like ‘how do you know one is upon you?,’ or ‘what do you think helps best, when it’s said and done?’
✧.* so the first time that she’d witnessed an episode, mel knew exactly what to do. she saw the undeniable signs; the far-off look, the light sheen of sweat, the way you were ever so slightly off-balance. she sprung into action and guided you by your shoulders to lay down, legs above your chest and encouraged you to simply breathe through it.
✧.* “you’re sweating, love. and you look like you’re having trouble focusing,” she’d say- a statement, rather than a question. mel would take you by your shoulders and guide you to one of the lush couches in her home, ushering you to lay down. “come on, breathe. in, out… like that, yes.”
✧.* though she gets some close calls and is able to help sometimes, mel knows that she can’t always prevent a fainting spell. but she’s always there to break your fall, hold you across your lap, brush stray strands of hair from your face and run soft thumbs across your cheeks until you come back to.
✧.* so incredibly sweet and attentive once you come back to your senses. mel is peppering gentle kisses across your cheeks, forehead, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your lips. a light sheen from her lip gloss remains on your skin. she’ll take your hands in hers, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while your fingers intertwine with her own.
✧.* “you scared me there, darling,” she’d tease, soft lips brushing against your temple. “but that’s alright. you’re okay now, aren’t you?”
✧.* doesn’t dwell on it, though. mel doesn’t want this to be the focus of your day if you don’t want it to be, so she’ll give you your kisses and cuddles before letting go and continuing on with whatever you were doing, unless you ask her to keep giving you that affection. in which case she is more than happy to oblige!
✧.* she does have connections with doctors just in case she feels you may need one. it rarely gets to that point, but having those emergency contacts puts mel’s mind at ease. if you were to take a little too long to wake up, she didn’t react quickly enough and couldn’t break your fall, she’d know exactly who to go to.
✧.* mel has all of the essentials packed at all times. water, snacks, even a device to track your blood pressure when necessary. she’s stocked constantly, you’ll never want or need for anything with mel.
✧.* “that looked rough,” she’d say, crouching next to your form and holding out a bottle of spring water. “drink some of this, okay? even if you feel alright, it’ll make me feel better.”
sevika;
✧.* you swore that you’d meant to tell her, you were just waiting for an opportunity. a minute of peace in her chaotic days, maybe a tranquil moment after all the rough jobs and rushed fights.
✧.* but the ‘right time’ never came, sevika is a busy woman after all. by the time you have a moment to yourselves, sevika is washing up in preparation for bed, her eyelids already drooping. you know you need to tell her about your condition at some point, but you don't want to spring it on your girlfriend while she's this tired.
✧.* so when you're out at the casino, the woman playing a heated game of blackjack with you and a few of her old friends and you suddenly slump in your seat, sevika has no idea what's hit her. immediately she drops her cards, rushing to your side of the table to shake you, talk to you, desperately try to get you back to her.
✧.* "shit- dove, what happened?" she's saying. her voice is rushed and panicked, much unlike her usual gruff demeanor. "come on, please wake up..."
✧.* she stays by your side the entire time, simply waiting for you to wake up. her friends can wait, the game can wait, and she doesn't pay any mind to the lingering stares of other patrons. all that sevika can think about in this moment is you, and your well-being. she's never seen this from you before. she's panicked internally, but she's good at putting on a brave face for you.
✧.* the second your eyelids begin to flutter open, sevika is all over you. she was panicked, and most of all she was scared. as irrational as it may be, part of her was afraid that she was losing you- even though she was able to take note of the subtle rise and fall of your chest, and the fact your pulse was still steady.
✧.* once you're back to feeling yourself, fully, sevika would pull you out of the casino and onto the street for more 'privacy' (not much of that in zaun). she’s immediately going down a list of questions- if you’re okay, what happened, what caused it, if this is a recurring issue, and if you knew this would happen.
✧.* you explained to her, your gaze downcast and voice tinged with a hint of guilt. “i’m sorry, sev. i meant to tell you, just… the time wasn’t ever right.” she let out a heavy sigh, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head. though she’s a bit shaken up by what just happened, sevika can’t bring herself to be mad at you. she understands where you’re coming from.
✧.* "there is no 'right time,'" she said, hand on your shoulder. her thumb rubbing slow circles against the fabric of your shirt. "you can tell me these things, especially when they involve you fainting." her tone is firm, yet there's no anger or malice behind it.
✧.* from that point on, you've been more open and willing to express things without the fear of timing or anything similar. you discuss your symptoms with her, the way your condition affects your daily life, how you work around it, the like. she listens and makes mental notes of everything you say, even trying to read between the lines at some points. sevika is that devoted and that concerned for your well-being. she wants to make sure she's prepared for whatever comes and she's able to be a good girlfriend through it :(
✧.* her home is STACKED with cases of water bottles, any medications that might help, and your favorite snacks. she's already made a substantial effort to make her once uninviting place more comfortable for you, but now she goes the extra mile- and you didn't even ask her to.
✧.* after a while, sevika comes to expect fainting spells and knows when they're coming on. she'll stay close to you, trying to talk to you and ground you in the moment- having you sit down, try to look at her, try to focus. but she knows that eventually you'll likely faint, and that's alright. as long as you're in a safe environment and she's able to look out for you, your girlfriend's mind is at ease.
✧.* “dove, you’re about to-” she’ll move to hold your shoulders, gently guiding you to a place away from any hard surfaces. “sit here, alright? i’ll get you some water.”
caitlyn;
✧.* it was one of the first conversations you’d had with caitlyn when you begun dating. now that you’re spending more time with the woman, you know it’s best to inform her before she finds out by you actually fainting.
✧.* caitlyn doesn’t immediately understand your condition, she’s never met somebody with a condition like yours before. however, she absolutely does want to understand and as soon as you’re finished talking, she takes a trip to one of piltover’s libraries to do some reading.
✧.* she reads about your condition, its symptoms, and how fainting spells can be treated. the signs that one is approaching. caitlyn would also read a few medical papers for good measure, just to see what professionals recommend. this is of the upmost importance to her.
✧.* the first time caitlyn was witness, you were thankfully in the comfort of her own home. helping her cook dinner, reaching up to the cupboards for some spices before you felt lightheadedness set in. caitlyn is perceptive- she noticed almost immediately.
✧.* she wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, trying to support the inevitable fall as she pressed soft kisses to your cheeks. "hey, i'm with you," she whispered. she didn't want to necessarily coddle you, but she wanted to remind you that she's there, first and foremost.
✧.* caitlyn feels you slump against her. she's keeping that same stoic face she's so known and feared for, but underneath the surface, she's terrified. terrified that you're not really okay, even though you've assured her this happens regularly and you're alright every time. terrified that she's doing something wrong, or even making things worse.
✧.* it takes a few moments, some gentle brushes of her hand against your arm in a motion meant more to reassure caitlyn, but you come back to.
✧.* "there you are, love," she murmurs, her hold on you tightening the slightest bit. "that was... scary."
✧.* "i'm alright, cait," you whisper, a weak smile on your face in an effort to reassure her. "i'm sure it's scary for you, but i'm okay. i promise."
✧.* caitlyn takes your word for it, you know yourself best. but even so, she can't help the nagging fears in the back of her mind, no matter how hard she tries to get rid of them. she's got water- expensive water stocked up, snacks, over-the-counter medical equipment, the like, all in her home for you.
✧.* her worries subside with time, but they never completely go away. they likely never will. she's your girlfriend, after all :( but she grows accustomed to fainting spells and almost-fainting spells as part of life. she's observant and intuitive, and cait is able to spring into action the moment she notices something is wrong.
✧.* "alright, that's enough," she'd say, her voice gentle yet firm. guiding you from the table you're cleaning. she sees the way you're starting to become a bit wobbly on your feet, and how your gaze isn't as focused. "i'll take it from here. lie down, love, i'll get you something to eat. alright?"
✧.* caitlyn is observant, but she doesn't ask for you to give her more than you're willing. verbally, she won't pry, she won't check in too often (unless she sees you looking unwell), she won't ask too many questions.
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sevikaslatinawife · 2 days ago
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these keep me alive
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are you guys sick of older!sevika yet or what…
sevika x fem reader
cw: age gap, modern setting, sfw & nsfw, idk this is just feeding my delusions
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older!sevika will always give you a ride. in fact, the thought of you having to drive yourself anywhere makes her sad. you’re a princess who deserves to be chauffeured around!
she’ll pick you up in her truck from your college classes with your favorite drink from dunkin in the cupholder. she’ll wake up at seven in the morning just so she can drive you to your eight A.M class.
“babe, it’s your day off. you need to rest, i can drive myself!”
“is that some sort of joke? get in the truck.”
older!sevika is physically incapable of watching a movie with you without falling asleep. the second her ass hits the couch in your apartment, it’s like she swallowed ten melatonin gummies.
you guys are cuddling up under a blanket, peacefully enjoying some movie you found after scrolling through disney plus for ten minutes. around fifteen minutes into the movie, you turn to see her eyes closed, softly snoring against the pillow.
“sevi…c’mon, wake up. it’s been like…thirty seconds.”
she stirs awake with a groan. “i’m awake, i’m awake. i won’t pass out again, promise.”
she falls back asleep twenty minutes later.
older!sevika is, contrary to popular belief, a huge fan of romantic sex. she hates quickies, they just don’t satisfy her need to be intimate with you in every sense of the word.
she loves to take her sweet time with you. making out turns to gentle grinding on her lap, which then turns to neck bites and soft rubs on your hardened nipples. she won’t touch your cunt until she’s positive that you’re dripping with need. everything with sevika is an expression of her love. every deep thrust of her strap into your pussy is filled with sweetness and appreciation for you.
during aftercare, she’ll do whatever you ask. she’ll rub your back, get you water, feed you, clean you up in the bath. the whole time she’s mumbling praises in your ear about how much she loves you.
and on that note…
older!sevika gets turned on by the most random things. wearing her shirt? she’s ripping it off and getting on her knees for you. doing work with a concentrated look on your face? she’s blushing down to her neck. singing along to a song in the car? she’s pulling over and tonguing you down.
“babe…i’m studying for midterms. what are you kissing my neck for?”
“you’re so hot when you’re focused. i think it’s time for a break, baby girl.”
older!sevika starts facetiming you during her lunch at the office. she’ll listen to you talk about your classes or your outfit or the weather for the entire hour she has free. the whole reason she calls you every day is so she can hear your voice and look at your gorgeous face.
she’ll have her phone propped up against a stack of papers on her desk, staring at you through the screen with hearts in her eyes like a cartoon character. nodding mindlessly as whatever you need to rant about, completely at peace due to the sound of you.
older!sevika smokes a concerning amount of cigs, just like in the canon universe. between clients at work? she’s going out back to smoke. after sex? she’s smoking in bed. driving you somewhere? she’s smoking in the car with the window rolled down. she’s literally always coughing.
that being said, she thinks vaping is just ridiculous. she just thinks it’s lame. if you vape (like me), she’ll make the most dramatic, grossed out face the second you pull it out. it smells too sweet, and they’re like forty bucks a piece.
she will absolutely buy you a new one when she’s out getting herself cigarettes, though. she can’t say no to you ever.
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bblairxe · 2 days ago
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— ୨ৎ movie night . sevika x reader . nsfw
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it’s a friday night, which also means it’s you and sevika’s weekly movie night. tonight, the two of you were going to watch some shitty 2000’s slasher film. she was always one for the excessive amount of blood, screams, and lame jump scares. she claims that it’s ‘great advice for the future.’
you’re slotted in between her thighs, your back flushed with her chest. you could feel each breath she takes and the steady pace of her heartbeat. it’s all so comforting, like she’s protecting you from all the troubles from the outside world with her large embrace.
you both stay like that for the duration of the movie. until you feel sevika’s flesh hand release it’s hold from your waist and settle on your chest. you don’t think much of it, she’s always had some kind of ‘your boobs are like my stress balls’ thing with your chest. but you feel her thumb rubbing over your nipple, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “vika, i’m tryna focus.”
“then focus, doll. m’ not doing anything.”
you roll your eyes at her words. obviously she knew what she was doing, and as much as you wanted to snap back at her with some bratty remark, you hold your tongue.
you bring your attention back to the screen in front of you. apparently the main character’s ex boyfriend turned out to be the killer and is now going on a whole killing spree. how fun. you tried your best to keep your focus on the movie, not wanting to give into sevika’s horny tendencies.
that’s until you feel her hand start to go lower, breaking the waistband of your shorts. her fingers ghost over your clit barely touching but it’s enough to send a shiver through your body. she lets out a low chuckle at your shifting, your attempt to squirm away from her touch. she wraps her mech arm below your chest, holding you in place.
“watch the movie, baby. focus.”
“vika, you know i can’t. not when you’re touching me like — oh fuck.”
she pulls your underwear to the side and dips a finger into your hole. the sound of your juices sloshing around her brings a cocky smile to her face. “so wet for me, yet you’re worried about a movie.” she huffs, slowly plunging her finger in and out of you.
you let out a whine in response, the movie the two of you were watching became nothing but background noise. your back arches off of her and your hips begin to move in sync with her hand. she feels so full inside of you, but it’s not enough. “two, please. n-need it sev.”
“what-a-fuckin’ whore.” is all she says before another fingers scissors inside of you. she gives you time to adjust to the new stretch. of course, she’s not all that evil, but once your whines start quieting down, she starts going harder and deeper.
her fingers curl up to that spot inside of you, each thrust kissing it. her pace is more calculated, she wants to see you fall apart in her grasp, watch you shake from just her fingers alone. she feels the way your walls clench and convulse around her, each contraction signaling that you’re getting closer.
“mmffhh sev, i’m close baby, d-don’t stop.” your demand comes out more like a plea, paired with the guttural moans coming from your lips.
“yeah, you gonna cum?” her pace speeds up, the sound of her hand connecting with your skin escaping the blankets. your head falls back against her shoulder, your thighs shaking around her arm. it’s so close, you’re so close, until she stops and her finger pulls out.
“finish watching this movie, and then i’ll let you cum.”
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baambied · 2 days ago
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𝑹 𝑼 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬?
𝒆𝒙 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
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cw possessive!sevika cursing yearning
protective!sevika makeout session
ex!sevika × fem!reader
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𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who let's out an audible scoff whenever she hears your name mentioned, making it seem as if she totally isn't affected by breakup between you two but in reality she's listening intently and completely focused on whatever the person is saying about you.
"it's whatever - you can talk about her doesn't bother me. ."
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who, despite all the disagreements , arguments, and the whole relationship ending, she still cares so deeply for you , she knows her love for you would and will never fade even if thousands of years go by you'll always be on her mind.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who hates when you still come to the same bar she introduced you to, seeing you sitting at the bar with your friends instead of you sipping on a beer while on her lap as she plays a game of cards.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who swiftly follows you out the door of the bar to walk you home - well walking a few feet behind you as you make your way home without you noticing - making sure you dont get hurt by anyone.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still pays for your drinks at the bar without you knowing, going up to the bartender and asking them to put whatever you order on her tab.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who's glare you can feel from a mile away when some random person comes up to you offering to buy you a drink.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who goes up to the guy while their coming out of the bathroom and threatens them to never step a single foot near you again or she'd made sure they will never be able to step foot in the bar as long as they live.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has all those little cute love notes you wrote her during the relationship, and small items you've given her during that time. . . she keeps them in a box in her closet, not daring to threw anything so precious away.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still 'anonymously' send you flowers every valentines day since the day you two split up. . she sends you your favorite type of flowers because she remembers you mention the name a few times during the relationship.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who can't help but smile when she's still the person you count on for certain things. You who are not that proud of this, but anytime you are in trouble or need help, sevika is the one you immediately call because even though you two broke up - you know you're still able to trust her - some man keeps bothering you anytime you're on the way to work so you call sevika about it and next thing you know you never have to see that man's face again.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who isn't the type to immediately talk or flirt with other women after a break up ? You were the only woman who was able to make to turn her head so far to the point her brain started thinking about marriage - there was just no way another woman could have the same affect you had on her . . . nor would she allow another woman to even get close to her.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has the pretty lingerie set you surprised her with on her birthday. . . It was around the beginning of your relationship, so she still remembers the shy expression on your face as you lay in the middle of her bed.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who keeps all the recipes of the sweet deserts you used to make her, she attempts to replicate them, but every time she does, she's meant with utter disappointment as the food doesn't taste like yours.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has a picture of you in her wallet , and a little note you wrote her once when she went to work angry, you didn't know how to make her feel better so instead you left a short note in her wallet for her find later in the day.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who threatens (or even lays a few punches on) any man who talks bad or suggestive about you - even when asked who is she to you the woman can't help but say "don't speak about my girlfriend that way" and when you find out and confront her about it youre not even suprise when she just gives you a look and says "would you rather those fools make moves on you? i just said that to get them off your ass.. don't take it personally. "
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who notices one time at the bar, a man got way too close for your own comfort , and sevika - being able to read you like an open book could tell by the expression on your face you were very uncomfortable with the lingering attention from the man. . .and the next thing you know was the man being knocked out cold onto the ground.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who let's you shout at her for punching the guy and causing a scene when you could have taken care of it yourself - and in response to your yelling sevika just stares at you in silence . . her mind just thinking about how you look like a real-life beautiful angel standing in front of her.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has the bracelet that is the color of your eyes around her wrist, it was something you and her did months ago - you having a pretty bracelet with gray pearls on it while she has a bracelet with pearls the same color of your eyes.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who gets incredibly annoyed when she can't find a lighter to spark up her cigar, she soon gets even more annoyed when she realizes your the one who usually carries a lighter so you could spark it.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 --who can still smell the scent of your gentle vanilla scented shampoo on one of her pillows from when you used to sleep over her house.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who walks you home after you had one too many drinks , stumbling over your own feet as her mechanical arm was secured around your waist , slurring out incoherent words to her as the two of you walked down the street. . . sevika couldn't help the small smirked that pulled at her lips.
"i - d-dont need *hiccup* -you!" Your sentence coming out slurred as it meant sevika's ears.
"Oh really now?" The broad woman responded back with a shit eating grin, she was amused at this situation - and a little surprised because you weren't one to drink until you couldn't even walk straight so this was new.
"no! I'm fine-"
"shh shh shh doll, let's get you home. ."
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who ends up taking you to her house instead since you were to out of it to find your keyys , she let's you take her bed . . tucking you in her dark red covers , while she slept in the small couch in her living room along with the pillow that still had the scent of your gentle vanilla shampoo.
𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who wakes up early to fix up some breakfast for you, making some eggs and cutting up your favorite fruits to have on the side . . . and making sure there was water and pain reliever on the side for you to take.
sevika ears perk up when she hears the soft padded of your feet under on the floor. She could tell you were making your way to the kitchen.
you walk in the kitchen, eyes immediately finding sevika who was by the sink placing a frying pan inside - the smell of fried eggs hitting your nose as you stepped in further.
"what am i doing here? sevika-"
"There's pain reliever on the table beside you."
you open your mouth to say something - anything but sevika was right, your head was hurting like a bitch. . . and it wasn't common for you to drink to the point you had a bad hangover the morning after, and you knew sevika was aware of this, making you feel slightly embarrassed and you felt slightly uncomfortable as you were still in your clothes from last night.
you grab the pills in your palm, bringing them to your lips and swallowing them dry, this quick action made you go into a small coughing fit.
"Jesus- there was water right here.." sevika softly grumbled under her breath as she grabbed the glass of water and brought it towards you , bringing it to your lips - gulping down the water humming at the feeling of the room temperature water hit your dry throat.
during this, your eyes couldn't help but flicker up to sevika's. . almost immediately, you felt a warmth wash over your body - butterflies annoyingly flapping their wings around the pit of the stomach. . old sparks from when you two were together reignited, and the warming - loving look in sevika's gaze made your knees buckle.
it seemed sevika felt the same, both your heart pounding in usion , sevika couldn't look away from your eyes - almost mesmerized by the depth in them. . . studying you almost.
both of your eyes staring into each other , filled with so much emotion - holding so much emotion all at once . . you both wanted nothing more than to let those emotions out.
next thing you know, sevika's lips are on yours, the abandoned glass cup of water now on the ground shattered into pieces , causing sevika to swiftly move her arm under your legs carrying you up and placing you on the counter , your body squirmed as you felt her hands on your waist - still in your cute miniskirt from last night you could feel it riding up by the fast movement.
the kiss was uncoordinated , sloppy even . . driven by pure urgency and desire - a sense of need and longing as if the two of you were waiting for this exact moment. Your fingers making it seem way into sevika dark hair, tugging is softly as you leaned more into her.
"missed you so much. ." sevika states , her sentence coming out more like a growl as her lips made its way away from your now swollen lips and to your neck - you felt flutters in stomach at her words because. . . you missed her too , a part of you is genuinely shocked that you went on for a few months without her by your side.
"i - i could have taken care of - myself last night. ." Your words fumbling with a mix of whines at the feeling of sevika's teeth gently biting your flesh on your neck , "okay. ." sevika responds with a single word to your statement.
"and. . you didn't have to punch that guy , i could have hand- handled that. ."
"okay. . okay baby , i know. ."
silence took over the kitchen, just the sounds of sevika sucking on your skin and the sounds of your breathy soft moans floating in the air , and you can't say that you're shocked that you're making out with sevika - aka your ex girlfriend while sitting on her counter. . . because somehow a part of you always knew the two of you would find your way in this predicament somehow, it was almost like everywhere you went sevika was in the same room - coincidence or not . . it was like you two were destined together , like a magnet pulling at one another.
and here as you sat in her arms, hands in her hair while her lips worked on your neck. . . you couldn't help but feel like this was all supposed to happen and honestly you wouldn't want it any other way
you were her's , and she was yours.
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reader crazy for breaking up with sevika in the first place smh 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️
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littelovelunette · 2 days ago
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Omg i need more of that age gap secret relationship sevika stuff 😭😭 This time reader is at like a family gathering in some restaurant annoyed out of her mind from her family’s words and she sneaks outside just to find sevika waiting for her outside and they’re just fucking in the back alley of the restaurant 😭😭
Only If They Knew (2)
Contains smut, age gap, implications of getting caught, degradation, implications of exaggerated age gap, rough fingering, mentions of homophobic parents, pussy slapping
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The family members were talking, loud noises and clattering of dishes making your head feel all dizzy, you just wished you could be with Sevika.
Crossing your arms across your chest, you stared blankly at your parents who were making ridiculous jokes about your cousins and all other weird things you could care less about.
You got up, "I'm off to the bathroom," you said in a soft tone before you stalked off, heels clicking after yourself as you walked in the bathroom, texting Sevika to come over. You fixed your makeup, making sure you looked all proper for your very very older girlfriend.
Your parents would never approve, heck they would never even approve the fact that you decided to go les.
They would freak out if they ever found out and even if you were old enough to move out, you preferred to keep it low for now.
Your phone vibrated in your purse and you looked at the text that said, " I'm here, doll."
You couldn't help smile at the text, grabbing your phone up and texted her, "I'm coming."
"You'll be saying that later," Sevika texted back and you huffed a laugh rolling your eyes. You took your purse, walking out of the restaurant trying to avoid your family from seeing you on the way.
As you walked out, you smiled at the sight of the tall woman waiting for you. Sevika led you to the alley between the restaurant wall and another building, pinning you to the brick wall, "Wanted to see your big bad girlfriend during a family gathering, huh? It's like you just got wilder for me," Sevika said, her voice a raspy whisper.
You giggled and gasped as Sevika pulled your panties down from under your dress, her fingers working effortlessly as she pocketed the garment
"What are you doing?" You whispered at her.
"Nothing, bunny, just enjoy," Sevika smirked a little before she pushed two digits inside your dripping cunt, flesh of her palm rubbing against your clit making you jerk a little.
"N-not here," you moaned in her ear, "Please, anyone could see us."
"Oh yeah? But you'd like it wouldn't you?" Sevika said with a small growl, fingers digging deeper in your dripping wet mess, "You're getting off at the thought of it."
"D-Dont make it sound so dirty..." You whined out, burying your face at the crook of Sevika's neck as you tried to keep your whimpers and moans low.
"Uh-huh? You love it, you dirty little slut, being fucked by a woman almost twice your age in an alleyway while your mummy and daddy are at the restaurant next building," Sevika curled her fingers making you gasp, "Admit it, you love it."
You gasped, and whimpered lowly. Your eyes closed in embarrassment and you nodded meekly.
For Sevika, your nod wasn't enough, she pulled her fingers out and delivered a slap to your pussy making you gasp and whine.
"Y-Yes, I love it," you answered her as you tried to grind on her hand where she hit you. Sevika smirked, "Be a good girl. Keep quiet." Sevika pushed her fingers back in your cunt and started twisting them and thrusting them fast.
"you love it so fucking much you're creaming on my fingers. little slut you're enjoying this huh?" sevika added a third finger making your eyes roll back as you tried to grab onto her shoulders for support.
"it feels good it's so good." you whispered in her ear as sevika gave her fingers one last thrust and you gasped, squirting over her fingers and your liquids streamed onto the street below. sevika laughed softly, the sound a deep rumble from her chest.
"did so well, my love." she took put her other hand in her back pocket and withdrew some wet napkins to clean you off. "your legs are shaking." sevika commented.
"you're so mean." you mumbled softly as sevika cleaned you off and pulled your panties over your ass, giving it a small pat.
"you'll be fine." sevika leaned in and kissed your head before you wrapped your arms around her and puckered up your lips for a proper kiss.
sevika rolled her eyes but gave in, kissing you deeply as her hands squeezed and palmed your body through your dress, her tongue delving inside your mouth with years of experience.
"be a good girl." sevika said with a warning tone and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. "i'll be fine, i love you baby."
you started walking to the restaurant again despite being a little shaky. sevika cleaned her fingers off, putting her hands in her pockets. "love you too..."
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00valentina-writes00 · 3 days ago
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Can we have a thing where it's Sevika/Ambessa x reader where it's purely just aftercare after a particularly rough night of sex?
♡♥︎Aftercare after a rough night♥︎♡
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♡Sevika♡
The room smelled of sweat, smoke, and something darker—something that lingered between the sheets and on the tips of fingers that had gripped too tightly. It was warm, the kind of warmth that came after a storm, heavy and oppressive but settling into something softer, something that whispered, stay.
Sevika moved first. Not far—she never did—but just enough to roll onto her side, the weight of her prosthetic shifting as she leaned on her elbow. Her free hand, the one that had pinned you down just hours before, reached out now with a tenderness that didn’t quite fit the way her fingers were calloused, the way her touch was usually so unforgiving.
“You good?” Her voice was husky, deeper than usual, softened by exhaustion and something quieter, something she wouldn’t name but showed in the way her thumb traced absentminded circles into your thigh.
You hummed, barely coherent, but the way your body pressed into her told her enough. Still, it wasn’t enough for Sevika.
She shifted again, this time rolling onto her back before pulling you against her. The muscle of her abdomen was taut, but she was warm—so warm, and despite the way your body still ached, despite the way her fingers had left bruises on your hips, you melted into her without resistance.
Sevika wasn’t one for words, not when they weren’t necessary. Instead, she let her actions speak. The way her fingers trailed up and down your spine, slow and deliberate. The way she pulled the blanket up, tucking it around your shoulders. The way she adjusted herself, ensuring you were as comfortable as possible despite the wreckage of the night.
It was in moments like these that you realized how much she truly cared. Not in grand gestures, not in flowery words, but in the way she made sure your water was within reach, the way she smoothed the hair from your face, the way she kissed your temple and let her lips linger there longer than necessary.
Sevika exhaled, long and slow. “Didn’t mean to go so hard on you.”
You chuckled, the sound weak but affectionate. “Wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.”
That earned you a low rumble of laughter, but even then, she was still watching you, still searching your face for anything—any sign of discomfort, any trace of pain. When she found none, her body relaxed just a little.
“Next time,” she murmured, fingers still tracing slow patterns along your back, “I’ll take it easier on you.”
You knew she wouldn’t, not really. But that was fine. Because she would still be here afterward, still be this—warm, steady, and yours.
And that was all you needed.
♡Ambessa♡
Ambessa had always been an unstoppable force, a woman who commanded attention with nothing more than her presence. Even now, lying beside you in the dim candlelight, she exuded power—raw and unyielding.
But here, with you, there was something else beneath it all. A gentleness that only came after the battle was over.
Her fingers, so skilled in wielding weapons and bending the world to her will, now worked delicately, tracing the length of your arm as if memorizing every inch of you. She had taken her pleasure from you in ways that left your body weak, trembling in the aftermath of her hunger. But now, in the quiet, she was something softer—something careful.
“You endured well.” Her voice was a purr, thick with approval, but beneath it, there was a thread of concern, laced so finely it was almost undetectable. Almost.
You turned your head to her, catching the flicker of emotion in her eyes before she masked it with something unreadable. Ambessa had never been one to show vulnerability, but here, in the sanctuary of your shared space, she allowed herself the smallest moments of it.
Her fingers brushed over a mark on your shoulder—one she had left, one she would wear like a trophy if given the chance. But now, she only traced it, contemplative. “Was I too much?”
You knew what she was really asking. It wasn’t about whether or not you could handle her. You could—you always did. No, she wanted to know if you still felt safe in the wreckage of what she had done.
Shifting slightly, you leaned into her, pressing a kiss to the pulse point of her wrist. “Never.”
That pleased her. You could see it in the way her lips curled, in the way her hand shifted to cup your cheek, thumb dragging slowly over your bottom lip.
“Good,” she murmured. Then, as if deciding something, she moved.
You barely had time to react before she was lifting you, settling you into her lap with an ease that made it clear she was still at full strength despite the night’s exertions. Your body protested, muscles sore and overworked, but Ambessa held you in a way that made you forget the ache.
She reached for the water on the bedside table, bringing it to your lips without a word. You drank, letting her take care of you in this unspoken way, and when you were done, she set it aside and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“You are mine,” she whispered, voice thick with something possessive, something deeper than mere ownership. “And I take care of what is mine.”
You sighed, letting yourself relax fully into her, knowing that no matter how rough she was, no matter how intense, she would always be here after.
And that was enough.
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sevsbunny · 1 day ago
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sevika talking you through it…
“atta girl, just like that baby.” her hands gripping your hips as she moves them against her own thigh
“keep going doll, can feel you’re close.” as she’s two fingers deep into your wet cunt while you’re whining and moaning
“you look so pretty like this, fuck…” her cock shoved into your throat and her hands gripping your hair as she looks down at you, spit dribbling from your lips
“cum all over this dick, baby. give it to me.” as she’s hitting it from the back, smacking your ass while you’re netting her thrusts with each movement
“there you go, making a mess all over daddy’s cock. such a good fucking girl.” she’s growing and groaning as she watches your cunt pulse with each stroke of her cock
“gonna take it baby? take my fucking load so deep in your cunt, knock you up?” her hand wrapped around your neck as she’s looking down at you, watching you fucked out on her cock
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