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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⊹₊⟡⋆ there's no one in this world like my sevika ₊˚⊹ᰔ

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i'm misbehaving

💋🌶️💋

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i nutted

happy v-day everyone!!!! 🩷

SHES SO PRETTY ILY SEVIKA MAHSJAJSJAKS

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𓏵 MINORS, DNI 𓏵

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i love me ✮⋆˙

and if you're reading this, i love you ⏦ﾟ♡︎

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i just opened tiktok at 7am ... i'm actually vomiting this hurt me so bad i can't do this rn im literally throwing up

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SCREAMING

i just know sevikas strap game is so good you actually feel like you should take the morning after pill

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it's hurts so bad thinking about all the walls Sevika probably spent building up her entire life. always taking care of everything by herself because no one else could do the fucking job properly.

everything, always on her. always having to be the strong one.

the one everyone relied on, but no one checked in on.

sometimes i think about her somewhere random, drunk and all alone, realizing that no one misses her. no one's worried about where she is or how she's doing. everyone's either afraid of her, or they don't care about her until they need something done. her realization that no one's coming to save her, and even if they were, she wouldn't let them.

i wanna know what she felt when she realized that even if she wanted to let down her walls, no one would be there waiting.

maybe i'm projecting idk i think about her so much everyday and it HURTS. so much. every single day. she's such a precious soul. i just want to love the sadness out of her and show her all these communities that love her so much ‹𝟹‹𝟹‹𝟹

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ sevika would absolutely leave black or burgundy lipstick stains all over my cigarette butts and i would collect them all fuckkkkkk id have a jar of newport butts that are sevika lipstick stained and when the jar filled up, i'd get a bigger jar and i'd BEG her to leave cig butts all over my house, my porch, my car and id find them all periodically ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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Sevika x Male Reader headcanons!

• She leaves you for a woman.

sf: https://www.tumblr.com/tonsillessscum/769541848758910976?source=share

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𐙚⊹₊⋆☆ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ 𐙚⊹₊⋆☆ minors dni

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 i need to ride her so bad i'm so wet

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☆ NSFW BLOG , MINORS DNI ☆

hi darling ❤︎₊ ⊹ welcome to my corner ‧₊˚ ☁️⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

my name is arya (she/her) ❤︎₊ ⊹

☆ this blog is going to be an nsfw mix of everything: writing, wlw, pics of me etc etc. huge tw on the whole blog, i have no filter ⋆｡°✩

☆ asks and dms are open to anyone for absolutely anything. i'm always here if anyone needs to talk. i don't judge at all, and i truly love all of you ❤︎₊ ⊹

☆ dms also always open for spicy pics/chats. i absolutely love getting pics from women and i will touch myself to u (with consent ofc) ‹𝟹

☆ if you flirt with me, i will flirt back. wlw ₊˚⊹ᰔ

☆ i'm also always open to writing requests, and i will write about anything!! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

☆ i do not kink shame, and i have no boundaries except children and animals. do not bring ANYTHING sexual relating to children or animals onto this page, i will kill you myself.

thank you for stopping by my love *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT FUCKKKK fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

The thought of having a more experienced lesbian friend. I sigh and tell her about my woes, about how romantically and sexually lonely I feel. She chuckles at my inexperience, somewhat endearing but also a bit mockingly. "Aww you're so cute when you're frustrated!"

I want her to bring me out, yes we're just friends and I definitely didn't notice her scaring away anyone that tried to make a move. I later complain about how no one even looked at me. She'd hug me and reassure me: "You looked amazing, love, it's a pity no one had the eyes to see it"

I'd excitedly show her this blog, there's a mix of jealousy and excitement in her eyes. She'll follow me. "I just wanna support a dear friend!", she says, omitting the part where she gets off on my posts.

I'd text her when I receive a flirty dm. Once again she hides her jealousy well and silently cheers when the person ends up ghosting me. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure there's many more people out there."

I want to call her late at night, crying cause I feel like I'll never be loved, that I'll stay alone and a virgin for life cause I'm just not pretty enough to be a lesbian. She'd shush me, telling me the sweetest things, I almost don't realize how she started praising me in a very detailed way, how the praises slowly turn more and more explicit. "Don't cry Princess. If I could I'd have you riding my face all night long, your soft thighs and pretty pussy all I can see."

I can almost hear her smirk through the phone when she notices how my breath gets caught in my throat, little whines replacing my sobs. She'd keep going, painting scene after filthy scene in my head until all I can think about is her. "Can you do one thing for me, Princess?", I'd barely answer with a hum, "Slip your hand down and start touching your pretty clit for me"

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i also really wanna kiss and lick on a girls clit through her panties though. So the fabric is basically tickling the spot I’m playing with. Like in general I love the idea of playing with a girl over her panties.

whether it’s pressing and sliding my finger over her slit through her panties or pressing my hand over her clit and rubbing it in circles over the panties or sucking on her through her panties. I just love the idea and teasing of it all. Goodnight

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THIS IS SO SEVIKA

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Love and Death Change All // A Sevika One Shot (to the heart)

Angst // Violence // Fluff Sevika x ME

Sevika let out a growl as her fist connected with my jaw, sending me flying backwards into the concrete wall. “Traitor.” She screamed. 

My head pounded hard against the barrier, my eyes widening as she closed the gap between us. Her arm raised again, faster than I could process, but things started to move in slow motion after she hesitated.

She hesitated.

In the split second our eyes met, I caught my bloody, tear-eyed reflection in the grey of her gaze before the world slowly started going dark. The corners of my vision started to close in, but not before I saw that grave sadness in her eyes. I saw her breath catch in her throat as if her lungs were collapsing, drowning in something no one could understand. Though it was only a moment, it was enough for me to picture us in a different world.

The two of us, sitting on a soft, torn sofa in our living room, abusing all the snacks in the house. A soapy drama playing quietly in the backdrop that neither of us paid any attention to because the only thing to attend to in this moment was us in a warm embrace.

Her fingers were entangled in my hair. My ear was against her beating heart, trying to memorize the pattern of it. After sun fall, we laid in the same bed, and I held her tight. She whispered in my ear, half asleep, telling me that the only place she’s ever felt safe was in my arms.

I melted into her words like a candle to a flame.

The wrinkles on her face weren't so prominent in this reality and the scars weren't so deep. Her breath was warm against my neck- a gentle lullaby that put me to sleep.

Mornings with Sevika always started with her groaning dramatically when I tried waking her up. She wasn't a morning person at all, until she smelled coffee of course.

Big baby never liked conversing early in the morning, and honestly neither did I, so I only pulled her into a hug and kissed her softly after she stumbled out of our bedroom.

I loved watching her sip her coffee because she looked peaceful. Truly peaceful, and that's all I ever wanted for her. She grumbled that I always made it just how she liked it - dark with hints of mocha and cardamom. The cheek-to-cheek smile she always had me wearing made my face hurt.

Thankfully, Silco didn't send my woman on rough missions often anymore because he knew how much I hated seeing her get hurt. Yet, there were still some rough nights she'd come home with bruised knuckles and cuts on her cheeks. We'd argue every so often about it when she acted like it was nothing, but at the end of it, I was always tending to her wounds and patching her up.

It always hurt to clean blood off Sevika's face, and I knew she could tell. She was quiet. Just two grey orbs, watching me the entire time as I took care of her, and she'd always mumble that I worried too much.

Sometimes we would try cooking together, but it'd be an absolute disaster, so we'd just warm up something in the freezer instead. While she cleaned up, I loved dancing in the kitchen to old songs that reminded me of her. She'd push me out of her way, acting like I was being annoying, but I would catch the corners of her mouth turning up. It didn't take long before she slipped her hands around my waist, swaying us to the music with effortless rhythm.

She was my other half. The only reason I forgave the world was because she was in it.

And I was never religious. I never bowed my head to Janna or clasped my hands together in prayer, but when Sevika whispered my name, it was like I finally understood devotion.

Some of our best nights were wasted away at The Last Drop. Her big hands placing drinks in mine as if they were free, then wrapping her jacket around me when the liquid one wasn't warm enough.

All she ever really wanted in her life was community, and I wanted whatever she wanted, so the bar is where I found myself most nights. I loved watching Sev tease whoever she could get her metal fingers on, because being a huge asshole was her love language. It was rare seeing such genuine life in her eyes outside of when she was winning poker games and rambling on like a drunkard, with me there by her side.

The sultry feeling of her hands on my waist as she yanked me into her lap while cursing out and laughing at someone across the table. That pure Sevika energy, always dominating the bar. Her adrenaline and liveliness, so contagious. I’d almost fall backwards off her lap, laughing so hard at her stupid remarks dealing with the intoxicated old men, but her huge arm kept me in place like a seatbelt. 

When she was here, so spirited, there was nothing else I could see. The whole world spun in slow motion around her. The noises around us were nothing but a blur, and for me, it was only her. Her storm-striken gaze was always more expressive than she’d wish, thundering and rainy, and that smirk sat upon her face like a crown. I’d catch myself watching her too closely, too often, like she was the only color in a black and white world. 

When the dim lights of the bar outlined her side profile, it looked like she was from a dream I was trying to recreate. Even though she was right here. Even though her lap was my throne every night, in front of hundreds of people that would do anything to get as much as a handshake out of her. 

The surges of love I felt for her made my blood rush as fast as the adrenaline. I got to go home with her every night. I was hers and she was mine.

Until the world ended, into the afterlife, just Sevika and I.

When I felt the knife twist in my gut, it wasn’t metaphorical. I gasped as I looked down to see the blood leaking out of the fresh hole in my abdomen. My gaze slowly moved back up to meet Sevika’s eyes, and in them, once again, I saw a place where life was once faultless. 

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so wet

Thinking about taking care of an exhausted Sevika after a grueling day of work and taking care of everybody else. Getting down on your knees to take care of your pretty girl, lapping at her pussy as all of her stress from the day slowly melts away on your tongue. Pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as two of your fingers slip inside of her to stimulate her even more, pumping your fingers to hit that gummy spot inside of her as you kiss her clit as she's finally relaxing from the bullshit of her workload, her calloused fingers tangling in your hair pushing your pretty face further up on her. ♡

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anyone else get drunk and start building shit

im building a shelf rn

i think i have a drinking problem and i miss my sevika