#sevika x you

[baeprxscilla]

"I'm in love with someone," You sung under your breath, absently staring in the distance as Sevika and her girlfriend laughed, sharing a drink, "Who's in love with someone..." You smiled to yourself, "And that someone will never be me."

[watermelonshine]

y'all better vote my wife come on

[owuwi]

SEVIKA TWITTER

LINKS.ᐟ

warnings: twitter porn links, usage of strap, fingering, squiring, spanking, tummy bulges, strap sucking, face fucking, breeding, two of these are straight but let's pretend they're not:3

──requested──

♡┃no need to pause your game

♡┃oh how wonderful it is to be her passenger princess

♡┃giving you backshots

♡┃she loves using the breeding strap

♡┃riding her fingers

♡┃she can't resist your ass

♡┃you take her cock so well

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃you wore that just for her, right?

♡┃making out

♡┃her strap is so big

♡┃she loves making you squirt

♡┃she knows how to fuck you

♡┃sucking her strap

♡┃tribbing

♡┃fingering you

♡┃she can't help but touch herself when she eats you out

[zionzael]

Thinking about Sevika covering your mouth with her flesh hand while she fucks you from behind just so she could hear your muffled moans. She would squeeze your hip with her bionic hand that you're sure would leave bruises on your skin the next day whilst she watches her big, girthy strap slip in and out of you.

"Fuck.. you're taking it so well, baby." she moans in your ear, guttural groans leaving her mouth when she fastens her pace and the strap hits her engorged clit.

She would move her arm around your neck so that she's head locking you, her thick fingers now in your mouth and you gurgle and gag on them.

"You sound like a fucking bitch." she would chuckle and your eyes would roll back when she lets go of you only to push her saliva-coated fingers inside your tight cunt whilst her strap is still fucking you to stretch you out.

She would watch you spasm and cum around them before she pulls her fingers out to shove them back inside your mouth. "Suck on them baby, lick ‘em clean."

After you cum for the fourth time that night, she would press her thumb on your clit and rub it until you're crying and begging for her to stop. She would chuckle and do it a few more time before she stops. "Okay, okay.. I'm done, baby. You did so well."

[littlelovelunette]

Feel free to combine with others, but could we see a Ran x reader or Ran x Reader x Sevika fic with bondage and BDSM involved?

Taking Turns

Sevika x Fem!Reader x Ran

Sex, threesome, whipping, restraints (handcuffs), oral, degradation, sado-maso, mean!Sevika, mean!Ran, NOT PROOFREAD.

You had been watching porn on a Friday afternoon, unbothered in the apartment that usually smelled like Ran's cologne and Sevika's cigarette. The lights were dimmed and you were comfortable under the fuzzy blankets. Your eyes were almost close from sleepiness too.

Eventually, you dozed off.

When you woke up, you could hear the distant clinking of Ran's shirt harness undoing, Sevika's poncho laid on her edge of the bed. "You both are back already?"

The lights were bright in the room, curtains pulled back exposing the room to the neon lights of the bustling Undercity outside. Your eyes squinted, trying to get used to the light.

"Yeah, work finished early. Too tired to go gamble." Sevika answered, undoing her little half updo, hair framing her face adorably.

Ran sat in bed beside you, stroking your hair lovingly using their flesh fingers. "What were you upto?"

"Just watchin' a movie," you lied plainly, smiling at Ran, your eyes were still groggy. You reached your hands up and rubbed your eyes. "Mmm..."

"What movie were you watching?" Ran asked in an interested tone, grabbing the laptop and opening it.

"No— don't!—"

Shit.

The porn site.

Ran's eyes went wide seeing the porn video tab that was open on the browser. You thought they'd scrunch their nose in disgust but the next words caught you off guard.

"Sev, she's into BDSM!" Ran said excitedly.

"What?" Sevika walked next to Ran, taking a peek at the screen, half dressed in her pajamas. "Oh, damn." She smirked then, "How come you haven't told us yet?"

You blushed, fiddling with the blanket, "I just thought it would be a little too extreme for you both."

A little too extreme? Well, now you were tied with your hands cuffed to the bedpost, knees burning from how long you've been on your knees. Your ass was in the air, sweat beading at your brow. Ran was underneath you, mouth slack and open as the tasted your sweetness on their tongue. Every now and then, Sevika cracked her belt which was folded to be made a whip on your back, making you sob against your arms.

Sweat dampened hair clung to your face as you cried, "Please, I wanna cum."

"You're pathetic." Sevika scoffed.

It was hot, every little insult that made the knot in your stomach twist tighter and tighter. You wanted more... No, you craved more. Ran gave your clit a particularly harsh suck making your hips buckle.

You cried out, "Not like that, I'll cum, I'll cum— please..."

Your scream was sob-muffled when the belt cracked on your back again. Your back was marred with red marks of the whip all over the skin, decorated with the evidence of Sevika's ownership. Ran's tongue didn't help. They were far too good with giving head, but what you didn't expect was when they bit your clit. You cried out, squirting on their face.

Although, Ran without a single peep of complaint lapped up your juices and rode your orgasm out using their tongue, Sevika tutted. "Bad move, dollie."

The whip landed on your ass, and your body jerked from the pain, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You apologised, your voice wavering from the sobs that built in your throat.

"Aw, she's sorry," Ran mocked, biting your clit lightly making you whimper needily.

You rutted against her mouth, your folds glistening with wetness as you did so. Small mewls and moans left your mouth as Ran's sucking increased. But Sevika didn't relent in her hits.

Smack! "Look at you, disgusting little slut, getting off to gettin' a damn whippin'—" Smack! "You cry as if it hurts but let's be honest, you love it when I treat you low."

Smack!

This one was hard, even making Ran flinch and grab your thighs with both their hands. "There, there," they offered you condescending comfort; although their gesture was sweet, you knew they were only mocking your pain.

Your hands pulled at the cuffs as Ran's tongue disappeared inside your slit again, wriggling out any more of your release while Sevika rubbed your whip marks before— Smack!

"Where's your gratitude, slut?" Sevika scoffed and—Smack!— making you moan against your arm again.

Your jaw set tight as you tried to collect the strings of words that were escaping any coherent sense left in your brain— the pleasure was too much and right then— Smack!

"I'm sorry, thank you." You thanked her, thighs shaking around Ran's head as your eyebrows curled up, "Thank you for teaching me a lesson." You stammered out.

Finally, Sevika dropped the belt and picked the key of the handcuffs, clicking them open. You slowly laid down your back, wincing as the whipped skin touched the surface of the cold sheets.

Ran got up, sitting up and wiping their face too. They looked at Sevika and before they could say something, Sevika's words stirred dread.

"Now, your turn."

[tqlepatia]

MAKE IT LAST FOREVER

౨ৎ - notes' : sevika has me having baby fever, and I wrote listening blue by bey 𖹭, 100% inspired by this.

౨ৎ - content' : Everything is gentle, warm, and loving-no explicit content, no violence, no angst. Just a soft, domestic scene of you and sevika in love with each other and your new baby 🧸🤍🌿

The house smells like fresh linen and baby powder. Soft morning light spills through the sheer curtains in gentle golden waves, dust dancing in the air like it knows something holy just happened.

You’re sitting in the old rocking chair Sevika fixed up for you when your ankles were swollen and your back was aching. It creaks gently beneath you, but you don’t move. Just sit there in your robe, cradling Isha to your chest like she’s made of spun sugar and prayer.

She’s sleeping now—your daughter. Your daughter. You still can’t believe it.

Tiny lashes on chubby cheeks. Little fist curled at her cheek. That button nose. That pouty mouth. You look down and smile, overwhelmed in a way words don’t really reach. Love doesn’t feel like a big enough word.

She cooed in her sleep earlier and Sevika nearly tripped over herself getting to the crib. She's across the room now, back turned, busy putting the last of Isha’s clothes away. She's being so careful with them—each one unfolded gently, pressed smooth with her hands, and hung or folded with a focus like she’s diffusing a bomb.

You can’t help it. You smile, eyes heavy with joy. “Nine months on my womb makin’ me suffer,” you mutter, voice hoarse and full of love, “and she looks just like her mom.”

Sevika turns, a slow grin pulling at her mouth.

“Damn right she does,” she says. “Told you she would.”

She crosses the room, tucks a curl behind your ear, then runs her thumb over Isha’s tiny hand. The baby stirs, just a little, and Sevika freezes like the floor might fall if she breathes too loud.

“She’s so small,” Sevika whispers like she’s still afraid it might all be a dream.

You watch her.

This woman—your woman—tough and scarred and always pretending not to feel as much as she does... she’s got tears in her eyes. Real ones. Not from fear. Not from pain. But from this quiet, perfect kind of love.

“I keep thinking I’m gonna fuck it up,” she murmurs, thumb brushing over the baby's soft fingers. “Like… what if I don’t know what I’m doin’? What if I mess her up?”

You take her hand.

“She doesn’t need perfect,” you say, tired but steady. “She just needs us.”

Sevika sinks down to her knees in front of the rocking chair, rests her head against your thigh, both hands holding yours now. Her voice is quieter when she speaks again.

“She’s got your mouth.”

“She’s got your attitude already. You saw the way she was kickin’ at the nurse.”

She chuckles, but it’s wet. Her eyes are red. Her lips press against your hand.

The room is full of soft things—blankets, sunlight, plush toys scattered on the floor. Sevika had opened everything with so much care, setting up the mobile, laying out the baby shampoo, organizing the tiny socks by color.

You watch her watching your daughter.

It’s different now. The world, It’s not just the two of you anymore. It’s her, too. Isha.

A whole new kind of forever, And in this soft, sleepy silence, as your bodies rest and your hearts expand to hold this little girl who changed everything—you feel something settle.

It’s not loud. It’s not sharp.

But it’s real, And it’s yours.

☯ - 𝓣ag list.' : @princess-ish-shit , @marieeeluvsyou , @caitviana , @abbysdollie , @watermelonshine @diouna

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐡-𝐬𝐨-𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚...

cw: periods, cramps, perimenopause, the works

okay, so i’ve seen a few headcanons that sevika doesn’t have hard periods, and i can definitely see that… but i can also imagine it's the opposite.

and perhaps i’m projecting, or perhaps i enjoy whumping my comfort characters a bit too much… either way, i’ve always headcanoned sev as having really bad periods, but hiding it really well.

of course, until you come along and learn to read her like a book.

still, it isn't until you move in together a year and a half into your relationship that you ever notice how bad her ass gets kicked when that time of the month rolls around. considering her age, it’s likely that she’s already perimenopausal and that her periods aren’t as frequent anymore, but when they do come around, poor baby is suffering.

and it takes you a while to convince her not to do it in silence.

you don’t quite put the pieces together at first- because, again, the woman has made far too bad a habit of concealing her pain- but every once in a while you catch the rare times that her facade slips. like, for example, the mornings that she’ll swing her legs over the bed to get up for the day as usual, but pauses for a second, doubled over and exhaling deeply through her nose. or when she’s working on her arm, and- only for a fleeting moment- the screwdriver stills in her hand, and her brows knit together in discomfort. she’ll be standing at the kitchen counter making dinner, doing the dishes, sorting through mail, when all of the sudden, she stops what she’s doing to grip the edge of the counter and clench her jaw, but she’s always moving on to the next task before you can ask her what’s wrong.

one day, after an outburst out of nowhere, you finally demand to know what’s up.

the two of you are standing in the bathroom getting ready for bed as usual. you’re doing your skincare routine, and she’s watching with a soft smile as she throws her now shoulder-length hair into a bun ("i've been asking you for ages to give me a damn haircut," she'd bemoan). you’re pulled out of your focus on evenly applying your moisturizer by the sight of her leaning over to place both hands on the counter, the sound of her exclaiming through gritting teeth,

“fuck! fuck my fucking uterus!”

you’re frozen, caught completely off guard, and now, very confused as you watch her stand back up and steal some of your moisturizer like nothing had happened.

“baby,” you draw out, eyes narrowing.

“hm?”

you can’t help but chuckle, your jaw slack in disbelief. she’s entirely unfazed- and stealing your lip mask, now- but you suddenly understand.

all the winces of pain, the deep exhales of discomfort…

“honey, are you always in this much pain when you bleed?”

of course, she offers nothing more than a shrug. “yeah? what about it?”

you just shake your head, hands dropping to your sides.

“sev,” you scold, “you should be careful not to overdo it when you’re hurting that bad…”

she looks at you like you have two heads. “what the fuck else am i supposed to do? rest?”

and now, you’re bursting out into full-bodied laughter, because… yes! that is exactly what she’s supposed to do! and it’s exactly what you start demanding of her whenever you notice that she’s cramping. for a while, she shrugs you off, waves you away, claims she doesn’t need you to baby her. you know. typical sevika.

and then, one morning, you pad into the kitchen to find that she isn’t making herself coffee to take to work, isn’t making you breakfast to eat after she heads out; she’s just sitting at the kitchen table, head in her hands, deep breaths coming out shakily. you rush over to her, bending down and placing a hand on her knee.

“baby?” you ask frantically, your hand coming up to rub circles onto her back, “what’s wrong?”

when she lifts her head up to meet your worried gaze, her own eyes are brimming with tears.

“hurts so bad,” she exhales; and you stand to press a kiss to her forehead before wrapping her head your arms.

“you’re calling in sick.”

she doesn't protest this time; just nods against your chest. nor does she protest when you guide her back to your bedroom, or when you tuck her in with a cup of tea and a heating pad, or when you bring her breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed. and as you read her to sleep, the pads of your fingers massaging her scalp, she finally lets herself admit that perhaps, her pain is real and worth being tended to; perhaps, she’s worthy of being taken care of.

[kidicaruslover911]

a/n: I put wife/gf on these women depending on how much I personally like them and on some it’s just fitting for the situation but girl feel free to imagine whatever you want 😭

gf!vi who, whenever you’re outside and need to leave for a second or have to take care of something even if minor, insists on holding your purse for you often trying to figure out how to not look like she just stole it, gf!vi who blows air into your ear to tease you and gf!vi who gets all proud and won't stop smiling whenever a kid swoons over how pretty you are- eyes turning soft yet envious green as soon as it's followed with an innocent marriage proposal, because hey! so that's not how things work; sorry, she has to inform the child that this lady right here, is taken. believe it :p

gf!sevika who is sick and tired of your need to be hyper independent (she understands dw) and who literally has no idea how she’s supposed to be courting you if you won’t even let her hold the door for you. “FREE YOU” (she will) she screams, begs and prays internally every single day, trying to ease you into letting her handle things for you and gf!sevika who’s trying to make you understand that she truly isn’t your enemy and quite literally is on her hands and knees, ready to dote to your every need 24/7 (when she can)

gf!mel who will literally be letting you in on all her products and shares them with you, gf!mel who will also be applying lotion and oils onto your skin to have you radiating just as much as her if not even more. plus she has you smelling like heaven so- gf!mel who will be (if you have any) retwisting your locs whenever it is needed and gf!mel who loves to go jewelry thrifting with you and will apply your lip combo for you

gf!lest who affectionately refers to you as her miss/lady, many times also when conversing with others, gf!lest who you share cigarette kisses with, gf!lest who gently scratches your back with her long onyx colored nails and gf!lest who will trace and kiss all over your moles, pointing out how you must’ve had an indubitably fierce and fiery lover in a past life, joking about how she’ll have to kiss you all the more for you to be covered in thousands of them in a next lifetime…

wife!ambessa whose silver kinky locks you love to comb through lovingly whenever she’s getting ready for the day, wife!ambessa who has you putting on a fashion show for her whenever she’s bought you another few tons worth of clothes, wife!ambessa who keeps a leg between your thighs when the two of you share a bed- not always in a sexual manner, it’s simply a habit of hers, it's comfortable and your legs often end up tangled with one another, and wife!ambessa who has a thing for neck tattoos, especially those that rest at the base of the nape

gf!jinx who'll be in a full blown fight with someone talking about how she really can't be messing around with them for too long this time around because she promised her girl she'd be back at xy o'clock, gf!jinx who’s eyes bulge out after throwing her jacket onto a puddle just for you to walk around it😭, gf!jinx who will be experimenting with crazy makeup looks on you and gf!jinx who seems to sleep like a dead person, yet who's grip tightens as soon as she feels you slipping away from her; either that or she instinctively moves closer to you whenever she senses some sort of unwanted distance between your bodies

wife!caitlyn who places her hand on your knee/thigh, thumb caressing slow circles on it while repeating she will be paying that damn restaurant bill- and everything else actually; put your purse away girl, what do you think this is??? wife!caitlyn who isn't the best at posing for pictures and who every single time opts to find your eyes, using them as a point of focus as she always ends up getting lost in them; like this, she never has a bad photo, especially when you're within the frame, always looking at you, a stare that is ever loving and tender

[ffiolette]

SEVIKA TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— wlw, making out, groping, nipple/breast play, usage of toys (eg. dildo, strap) grinding, hair pulling, clit play, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, squirting, buttplug.

WARNINGS— 21 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

vika fingering your cunt with her hand on your throat

she never wants to leave your pussy

sevika squeezing your throat while she sits on your face

she loves it when you get all dressed up

sevika taking charge of your pleasure and bouncing you on a dildo

sevika using your mouth with her thick cock

grinding on her pillow when she's out late working

fucking yourself on her lap

sevika spanking her pretty girl for being a brat

she fingers you so good it has you gripping her arm like a vice

grinding her needy pussy all over your face

sevika taking care of her girls pretty pussy like this

she always fucks you with her strap so good

when aftercare with sevika gets heated

she loves it when you ride her so she's able to feel your tits and tummy

making her pretty girl squirt

THIS is just so sevika coded

she finally let you go down on her and all you could do was pay attention to her clit

you always love it when she lets you ride her cunt

fucking your throat with her fingers

sevika always has your pussy sounding like this within minutes

ffiolette

[h2pinky]

guys she is trying her best

[sevsbunny]

Sevika having filthy sex with her wife in different rooms in their home. Sevika mocks her and makes her wife hold on to her orgasm as she pounds into her 🧍🏾‍♀️

mf is such a tease when she tells you to hold your orgasms

she loves watching jo you struggle on her strap and fingers, how your cunt clenches her digits tightly, “you wanna cum, huh?” and her tone is so condescending, cause she knows how bad you need to cum

you can only muster a nod as she chuckles, tsking. “don’t think ‘m ready yet to let ya, princess.” as she scoops you from the living room couch to walk with you in her arms, strap still buried deep in your cunt — to place you on the counter, your ass hanging on the edge

“vika…” you only whimper, a deep sigh coming from you as she slips her strap out and slowly back into you.

“sorry, honey,” she murmurs as she keeps her pace, her flesh hand coming to cup the back of your neck as she rests her forehead against yours — a perfect view for both of you to watch as her strap disappears into your pussy. “jus’ need to have my fill of you…” she sounds pathetic, desperate as her hips pick up the pace, the base of the strap pressing snug against her clit with each stroke

[archangeldyke-all]

MORE PARAMEDIC SEV PLS. IM OBSESSED

EEEK i love her lets do it

men and minors dni

sevika works hard.

her shifts are long, her pay is insufficient, and her patients-- while occasionally they're lovely, like yourself-- can be horrible people.

she usually comes home from work exhausted.

and she takes her days off very seriously.

you don't know how seriously until you're out grocery shopping with her one saturday morning.

"what's next on the list?" sevika asks from where she's pushing the shopping cart. you hum and look down at your list.

"snacks for your lunches." you say. sevika smiles a bit, then kisses your head. "what's that for?" you ask.

sevika just giggles and shrugs, pushing the cart to the snack aisle. "nothin'. you just... you take good care of me. packin' me lunches 'n shit. i kinda love you." she jokes.

you giggle and gently nudge her. "only kinda?"

sevika giggles and kisses you again, this time on your lips. when she pulls away, she hums. "mmm. i guess a little more than kinda--"

"oh fuck!" a voice screams.

you both stop walking, turning to find the source of the commotion. something breaks a few aisles over, and several voices scream out in horror.

down the snack aisle, a woman holding her pregnant belly is doubled over, a puddle of what you assume to be amniotic fluid underneath her.

"shit." you curse, making your way down the aisle to help the laboring woman.

sevika grabs you by the elbow and pulls you back before you can get too far. "oh hell no." sevika gruffs.

you blink. "wh-- sevika, we should help her!"

"baby." sevika puts both hands on your shoulders. "it's my day off." she says.

you stutter, then laugh. "you're joking, right?"

"do i look like i'm joking?"

"somebody call an ambulance!" the woman on the ground wails.

sevika stays stoic, standing at the end of the aisle with her arms crossed.

"sev, go help her!"

"i'm off the clock, baby. i'm in my weekend clothes. i don't need blood and baby slime on these jeans. these are my favorite jeans." sevika whines.

you gawk at your girlfriend. "sevika, the woman is in labor!" you shout, gesturing to the woman at the other end of the aisle. a small circle of concerned citizens have surrounded her. she's rolling on the ground in pain. "you're a paramedic! and i know you keep an extra jump bag in the trunk of your car!"

sevika huffs, rolls her eyes, then whines. "but baby! it's my day off!"

"is anybody a doctor or nurse?!" a shop attendant shouts through the pa system. "we need medical assistance in the snack aisle!"

you raise a stern eyebrow at your girlfriend. she groans and runs her hands through her hair.

"oh fuck, i think the baby's coming!" the woman shouts.

finally, sevika relents, rolling her eyes and letting out a loud sigh. "fuckin' fine. go get my bag from the car. you're buyin' me new jeans if these ones get wrecked."

you smile at your girlfriend and kiss her cheek. "you're a good person."

"yeah, yeah. fuckin' hurry." sevika huffs as she waves you away and starts walking toward the woman.

when you return to the snack aisle, you find your girlfriend on her knees, her jacket placed on the floor underneath the woman's spread legs, a shop attendant with a pile of towels in his hands standing beside her.

sevika glares at you when you drop the bag by her side. "my pants are ruined." she huffs.

you snort. "you're witnessing the miracle of birth, sev."

"i witness this at least two times a week, babe. it gets old pretty quick."

"i think-- i think i need to push again!" the woman yowls.

you crouch down beside the soon-to-be momma, taking one of her hands in yours.

sevika ruffles through her bag, pulling gloves on her hands before tossing a small tank of oxygen to you. "hook this up to her nose, alright?" she asks. you nod, fumbling with the equipment and gently hooking the oxygen tube around the woman's ears. "now, miss--"

"carmen." the woman fills in for sevika.

"miss carmen, i'm gonna put some pressure on your perineum to prevent any tearing. once i say you're good to go, you go ahead and push as hard as you can, alright?"

miss carmen heaves a breath and nods at sevika. "y-you got any drugs in that special bag of yours?" she asks. sevika snorts.

"nothin' i can give you now. let's get baby into the world and then i'll hook you up to whatever you want."

miss carmen groans. "fuckin' bastard. i delivered my first kid naturally and swore never again. guess baby number two had other fuckin' plans."

you laugh, and sevika pulls a wad of gauze out of the kit and presses it between miss carmen's legs.

"go ahead and push, momma." sevika says.

miss carmen becomes truly scary as she pushes, veins popping out on her head, a wild, animalistic yell echoing through the store. you cringe as she crushes your hand in her hold, then gasp when you catch a glimpse of half a baby hanging out of her body, in sevika's hands.

"you're doing it!" you gasp. "oh my god, it's a girl! it's beautiful!"

"one more big push--"

"i'm makin' my husband get a fucking vasectomy after this!" miss carmen screams as she pushes again.

and then, a little raisin of a baby starts wailing in sevika's arms, kicking and screaming.

sevika smiles sweetly down at the baby, then reaches into her bag and grabs a small blanket, wrapping her up in a swaddle.

"ten fingers and ten toes. a healthy baby girl." sevika says, passing the baby to miss carmen.

the woman's screams of pain have turned into cries of joy, and she gazes down at the baby with pure adoration. "oh god. thank you so much." she sobs. sevika just shrugs bashfully. "how can i ever thank you?"

"buy me some new jeans." sevika huffs. you kick your girlfriend, and she rolls her eyes. "no need to thank me ma'am. just doin' my job. do you want to keep the placenta? i got a special container for that."

miss carmen just laughs. "no, no. i've got all i need right here. what-- what's your name?" she asks.

sevika raises an eyebrow. "lucinda." she lies.

you frown at your girlfriend, and miss carmen grins. "lucinda. how's that sound for a name, baby girl?" she asks her wailing baby.

sevika hooks miss carmen up to an iv, and a shop attendant leads a pair of paramedics pushing a gurney to the snack aisle.

you watch in fascination as sevika rattles off all the information her colleagues will need, then help haul your girlfriend off the ground, grabbing her bag and giggling as she frowns down at the blood and liquids soaking her clothes.

"that was pretty impressive, lucinda." you tease.

sevika snorts and rolls her eyes. "they always wanna name the kid after the paramedics. after four or five, i started gettin' freaked out thinkin' about all the baby sevikas runnin' around town because of me, so i've been givin' fake names ever since."

you cackle and pull sevika in for a kiss. she hums against your lips. "you're incredible, y'know." you whisper. sevika just shakes her head.

"you realize we're gonna have to go shopping again tomorrow, right?"

"babe. you just helped birth a fuckin' baby, and you're worried about groceries!?"

sevika kisses you again. "'m tellin you. it gets a lot less inspiring when you do it every week."

"whatever. i still think you're incredible." you say.

finally, sevika smiles, shy and sweet, and she ducks her head and nods toward the exit of the store. "c'mon. i need to get out of these clothes, and you need to show me how incredible you find me."

"mmm. my pleasure, miss lucinda." you tease, twining your fingers between sevika's and dragging her toward the parking lot.

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[princess-ish-shit]

sevika coming home after work, you’re at the stove and call out a soft “hi.” she doesn’t reply but walks into the kitchen and watches you.

you don’t notice and continue moving around the kitchen quietly.

after a few moments she meets you in the middle of the kitchen and wraps her arms around you.

your eyes widen as she rests her head in your shoulder, squeezing you tighter than normal and you sense she just needs to be held.

you wrap your arms around her and draw her closer.

a few silent moments pass and you hear her whisper into your neck,

“i will always come back home. i will always come back to you.”

and though you feel she’s trying to comfort you with the dangers of her job and what not you know she’s really more saying it to comfort herself.

so you hold her and kiss her face gently and whisper your love and devotion to her, your promise that she’ll always have you to come back to.

[sevikaslatinawife]

Tsaheylu

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

Word Count: 841

“Fuck, you smell so sweet,” She grunts into your neck, feeling the rapid quickening of your pulse against her mouth and nose.

She knew the reason, and her body throbbed at the thought of having you pliant and helpless and needing her for a week straight. It was so close, that lovely week of pure bliss that only came twice a year. She loved when you were in heat, loved when she was in her rut and you let her defile you in ways that drove you both crazy.

“Careful,” You sigh as her hands find your tender breasts to knead between her large hands. The heat of the skin of her right is being sucked out of her by your own skin, who was beginning to grow warm as the days ticked closer to the fated week of your heat. The other hand helped ease that growing warmth, if only just a fraction. “They’re gettin’ sensitive already.”

“Course they are. They’re gettin’ ready for me, baby,” Sevika groans as she kisses the back of your neck, the bare skin of it where no mark had yet been placed. Despite being together for years, you were still unmarked. It wasn’t as if you needed the mark to understand you were hers, but in this world of yours, it meant you could still be courted. You’d still get flocked by other alphas, and even betas, to be theirs.

It only happened, however, when you were alone. When you were with Sevika, the stares to your body were unavoidable, but no one was brave enough to step forward and try to court you in front of the woman’s presence.

When it came to sheer alpha presence, Sevika swan in it. You didn’t have to even look at her eyes, though you couldn’t the first time, your body had submitted to her even before your mind could catch up. Having felt her enter the shop you were the first time you met, your body buzzed with the mere presence of her pheromones. Like a blanket over your brain that was always on high alert.

It was as frightening as it was disarming.

“Can’t wait a few more days?” You tease, hissing as she rolls your nipples between your fingers and grinds against your ass.

“Around you? Never,” She chuckles, nipping the side of your neck as her hands pull up your shirt to properly pinch and roll your nipples.

“Your rut,” You groan, licking your lips. “It’s soon, too, isn’t it?”

She grunts against the side of your neck, nodding as she pulls back from the hickey she was leaving on your skin. “A week after your heat,” her voice is already hoarse as she speaks.

The more time you have spent together, the closer your heat and her rut have been getting. It made sense it was happening, since it’s been years since you two got together. Your bodies already knew this was it when it came to pairing for the both of you, and it was guiding you both into synchronicity.

“Need to get Shimmer,” You remind as you feel her bulge prod your ass, making you groan.

Shimmer had been a huge success around Zaun, but the off-label — or so to speak — use for the drug came as a surprise. It had run around the omegas at the brothels and to those omegas who were not ready for the inevitable with their alphas — their bond. Whatever ingredients were added to the drug, it acted as an inhibitor for an omega’s body to accept an alpha’s mark.

“Yeah,” she sounded defeated as she kissed your jaw and gave your nipples a harder pinch. You gasp and arch your back away from her chest. “You got all your snacks and drinks ready?” She says calmly even as she continues to toy with your tender breasts.

“Y-Yes, I…I did,” You nod and chew on the inside of your cheek.

“Good girl,” She purrs against the shell of your ear, fingers tracing down your stomach until her hands wrap around your hips and spin you. She leans down to capture your mouth in hers and you immediately crane up into the feeling of her plump lips on your own. “Can’t wait to have you under me.”

“Why wait?” You purr, nipping her bottom lip and grinning at feeling her groan. “You can see me  under you right now.”

Sevika smirks, “Dirty girl. Can’t wait a few more days?”

“Neither can you,” You giggle as she picks you up, as your legs are guided around her hips.

“Damn right I can’t,” She groans, sucking on your jaw. “Need your pretty pussy around my knot, baby,” She mumbles as she carries you into the bedroom.

You’re already buzzing in anticipation. Not just for tonight but for the last few days to trickle by so you could finally have the woman’s undivided attention for a full week.

Something deep down inside of you, however, felt like this time around would be different. You ached to find out why.

this is like an intro tbh, i will make a part 2, maybe more. would anyone be interested in more parts?

dividers by @strangergraphics

@sevsbunny

[ladycharlottexoxo]

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

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

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

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

[littlelovelunette]

Sevika and her wife celebrating their 6 year marriage and having the nastiest and filthy sex. Sevika strapping her wife down from the bed to the hotel balcony. Daddy kink and piss kink

Six Years Of Us

Sevika x Wife!Reader

Sex without much plot, daddy kink, mild exhibitionism, sex on a balcony, PISS KINK, overstimulation, strap, degradation.

"Daddy!" You moaned loudly as your legs wrapped around Sevika's waist, her huge black strap was so big compared to your body. You groaned out in pain mixed with pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so cute, baby," Sevika said as she pistoned her hips faster. You gasped, hands letting go of her and grabbing the sheets. You pulled on them desperately, toes curling. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming again!"

Sevika smirked, grabbing your hips with bruising strength. Your body locked up as you shook from the intensity, cum running down your thighs and drenching the bed sheets which were already soiled from your relentless squirting moments ago.

"Daddy, more," you moaned to Sevika, voice weak as you stared at her. Sevika looked at you with her curious rounded eyes.

"More? You're a mess, doll." She pulled back just enough for the strap to slip out with a lewd popping sound.

You pouted. "I can take one more round, please."

Sevika rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Sevika got up much to your surprise and picked you up along with herself with surprising strength. You gasped, wrapping your arms around her neck instantly, the sore heat between your legs aching for more. You whimpered as she placed you onto the floor.

One of her arms hooked under the back of your knee, the other pulling your other leg apart. "Let's see, what do we go here?" She said teasingly.

"Sevika, someone will see," you said in a hushed tone when you saw her grabbing the balcony door and yanking it open.

You squeaked in surprise, pushing your head down so your hair covered your face. Sevika chuckled at your reaction, her fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs.

Sevika guided the head of the strap towards your hole. "Someone will see us like this."

"Wouldn't that be too bad?" Sevika mocked in a condescending tone, pushing all of the strap into your pussy. You cried out in pleasure, legs shaking from the intensity. You were too sensitive. Yet you wanted this.

"Sevika, stop!" You suddenly whined out, "I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee!" Your eyes squeezed shut.

"Too bad, huh? Everyone's gonna see what a slut you are."

Your mouth opened but no coherent word came out. Just a gurgle, a moan and your eyes squeezed shut. Your fingers tightly clutched onto Sevika's shoulder as her strap tickled your cervix every now and then.

Sevika's hand pressed into your lower abdomen, your bladder under pressure. "Sev!—" You cried out but weren't able to say anything more before you heard the soft hiss of your piss leaving your body.

Sevika smirked, watching as the amber liquid trickled down your thigh and onto the floor forming a little puddle. She moved to look at you, strap easing out, "Look at you leaking for me. Filthy slut."