#butch sevika

[liaveyes]

Thinking about cozy mornings with Sevika

so this is my first blurb/fic, please enjoy. 18+. men and minors dni...

You feel the soft sheets of your bed move, knowing that the huge and comforting weight laid on top of your chest will soon disappear. The silky hair of your lover soon disappeared but the disappointment ran short as you felt her lips peck your cheek. “Morning beautiful.” You open one eye and look directly at her, swooning at her handsome, rugged face and her charming gap tooth that peaked through her smirk. “Hi handsome”, teasing her with the same tone of voice she used on you.

You blink both eyes open to fix the blurred state of your vision from waking up. Sevika reaches over your face to grab your glasses off the bedside table of your side. You stare intently at the way the veins on her biceps bulge a little. Already feeling a wave of neediness. “How about I make us breakfast? But stay in bed, I’ll bring it to you.”

You follow every movement from the woman before you, fluttering your lashes as you look at her lips. Sevika puts on your pink-rimmed glasses while asking what food in particular you want. “Mmhh, whatever gives us enough energy to go another round.” You amused her, knowing you were spent from the 8-hour lovemaking session you guys had just last night.

You reached up to trace the blue scar on her cheek with such gentleness. Sevika stares back at you, you see the way her pupils dilate just from the sight of you with your hair sprayed out on the pillow, the hickeys and bite marks left on your upper body, and your tits peaking just above what the covers had blocked. If Sevika let herself think with her clit she would pounce on you the moment she woke up, but she had to take care of her girl first. “You just can’t get enough of me can you baby?.” She breathes out a chuckle and pecks your lips. You stay quiet, her morning voice, and the way the sun peaks through your blinds, giving the side of her scarred cheek a gorgeous glow. Fuck you were soaked.

Before she can completely get out of the covers, you grab her by the nape of her neck to pull her back on your lips and she gladly reciprocates. You lick the seam of her bottom lip as she opens her mouth for you to shove your tongue in. You moan in her mouth and grip her strong shoulders. She pulls away and you embarrassingly whimper at the loss of contact. She smirks at you while standing up from the bed and completely forgetting about both of your naked states as you gawk at Sevika's fully nude body. “How about we relax today, hmm? I’ll make breakfast, run us a bath, and we can watch a movie. Or we can do whatever you want baby, let me just take care of you.” Fuck you would be bleeding out of the nose like some pervert, you are, as you stay silent and stare at the curves and muscles of this holy woman in front of you. Her tits, her abs, her v-line, and her fucking happy trail leading down to that hairy bush. 

Oh, how you would love to grind against her bush making it soaked from your cum. “Baby?” Sevika turned her attention solely to you when she heard your soft breathing come to a stop. She chuckles at your dazed state, following where your vision was directed to. Her happy trail. She loved how obsessed you were over it. How you would gladly bury your face down there- “SEV!” You shriek when you feel two calloused hands grab the side of your thighs. “Keep staring at me like that and your eyes will be rolling back until you faint.” 

“I dare you..” You lick your lips and flutter your lashes to your butch. Sevika takes in the sight of you and my god were you in for a long day… 

[femmeroll]

please could you write sevika dating a ballerina reader??? it can be headcanons (nsfwplss) or a short fic or whatever you like, thank uuu 🩷

i adore this!! thank u for the request my lovely ♡

sevika x ballerina!reader

cw: smut & fluff, hyperfemme reader, butch sevika, oral (r!receiving)

when sevika meets you, it’s like something out of a cheesy rom-com. it’s the middle of a cold, grey winter, and there you are at the bus stop. hair in a tight bun, legs adorned with light pink tights, and a frilly leotard to match. your zip-up jacket doesn’t conceal you at all from the bitter weather.

the second sevika sees you, she starts unzipping her heavy winter coat. the temperature was piercing, but she didn’t care. there was a cute ballerina freezing to death right next to her!

“hey…would you wanna borrow this? it’s way too cold for a light jacket like that, don’t want you to get sick or something.”

and the second you see sevika, light blush on her face with a hand outstretched to offer her jacket, a thousand lightening bolts shock your heart. you don’t yet know who this incredibly kind a wickedly handsome person is, but you know in your gut that you will find out.

you get sevika’s number so that you can ‘meet up’ to give her the coat back.

sevika asks you out after texting back and forth for a few days. she invites you to a cute cafe in town, one of those pretty ones that are covered in plants and vintage art.

you bring her coat to return it, but she insists that you keep it.

she pays for your drink and your pastry without hesitation. sevika is fidgeting with her sleeves the whole time. acting all shy as if she’s some high schooler who’s about to hold hands with a girl for the first time.

the two of you spend a whole afternoon getting to know each other. you learn all about her mechanic job and her two dogs and how she really likes doing crossword puzzles. she learns about how you’re a professional ballerina and you spend all your time at the dance studio.

sevika is so smitten it’s unreal. and when she sees you wearing her jacket when your ready to leave, she knows its game over. her heart can’t take it.

dating sevika is a literal dream. she’ll take you to every rehearsal and be in the front row of every single performance.

after every performance she greets you with a bouquet of flowers and the proudest smile plastered on that handsome face of hers.

“you were amazing as always, baby. i was cheering your name so loud at the end! did you hear?”

sevika will rub your sore feet after you’ve been in point shoes all day. every dancer knows just how fucked up your feet can get from those things. she’ll help you soak them in a salt bath and raise them up while she gently massages the pain away. she’s always gentle with you.

sevika prefers date nights at home. her perfect evening with you includes cooking you dinner, eating with you in the living room while watching a movie, and splitting you open in bed.

on the topic of the bedroom…

the first time having sex with sevika is after dance rehearsal. you come to her apartment exhausted and stressed about an upcoming performance.

while you’re trying to rant to your girlfriend, she gets a little distracted. every inch of your gorgeous body is on display in your tight leotard. and the way your legs are clothed in those sexy tights…she wants to eat you alive.

“…and the choreographer was being ridiculous. my feet were sickled for maybe half a second and-”

“can i help you relax?” sevika interrupts.

she gently grabs your hips with a smirk, peeling the straps of your leotard down.

“so worked up, aren’t you babe? let me make you feel better, please.”

sevika frees you from your tight dance clothes and nearly moans at the sight of your body. bare and needy, and it’s all for her. she gently lays you down on her bed, kisses trailing from your lips and throat to your stomach and thighs.

she licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, warm tongue sending shockwaves through your veins. she groans at the taste, greedily lapping at your pussy. she can’t get enough of the sweetness of you. and your cunt is nearly drooling over the way she eats you like you’re her last meal.

“god, you taste so damn good,” she growls into you, eyes dark as she pushes her tongue inside you. her nose rubs on your clit with every movement.

you’ve never cum so quickly in your entire life. watching her eat your pussy like a woman starved, the feeling of her hot tongue, her nose on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. it’s no wonder your eyes are rolling back into your skull after only a few minutes.

you clench around her tongue, whimpering out her name as she works you through your orgasm. once you start squirming from overstimulation, she comes up to kiss you.

“that make you feel better, baby?”

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

The Great War

A/N: So this was made in response to a request but it ended up blossoming into a full 2K word fic adjacent and I had to split it into two posts! Anyways, if you enjoy sexy and occasionally soft Sevika, dramatic arguments that result in comfort, and mob-wife vibes… enjoy!

Warnings: Not smut but mentions of sex and both characters are D O W N B A D.. A lot of cussing and mentions of violence.

Pairing: Butch!Sevika X Femme!Reader who is super outgoing and forward

🂱 So the two of you’ve met briefly around town, kinda running in the same circles. You notice her right away but you don’t actually talk until she shows up at work — The Last Drop.

🂱 You’re a server and your charisma, magnetism, and punchy/blunt sort of energy makes you well suited to hospitality. You’re the bubbly outgoing type of waitress who gets their table laughing and in a good spirits with ur contagious good vibes.

🂱 You beat the other waitress to claim Sevika’s table, and it’s on.

🂱 She would get a kick out of it — your shamelessness. She really likes the forward thing, timidity makes her roll her eyes. Life’s too short for playing hard to get! Plus, she’s an adult. And a literal revolutionary who quite literally does not have the time for all that.

🂱 Before you learn each others names you endearingly and lightheartedly call her “butchy,” or something like that. She calls you sweetheart.

🂱 You’d pour her beers on the house. You’d lean over the bar counter on ur elbows, making sure ur titties look good and perky. And if it was just the two of you, she would not hide her ogling.

🂱 It’d be a bit of a game to you two. Making the other person crack, being the first to back down/get all blushy. You’d be all flirty-flirty over the bar counter, she’d pull you into her lap during her card game. It’s like how straight guys play gay chicken. Except ur actually gay so it would just be chicken.

🂱 And she’s smoking indoors, as per us. You ask if you can have a hit. She shotguns it into ur mouth and you blow it upward, once again drawing attention to your décolletage, to the girls hehe

🂱 Eventually she just asks you straight up if you wanna spend the night. Maybe you take her up on it, maybe you don’t. Either way, she’s not the fuckboy (fuckbutch?) hit it n quit it type. She’s an adult woman with emotional intelligence and communication skills goddammit and she’s gonna ask you to dinner.

🂱 Takes u to the fanciest place in the undercity, orders everything on the menu trying to flex her wallet and impress u. Whether or not u ask for it she gets you one of those weird rich people desserts where they make part of the preparation an “experience.” like they pour hot liquid over a hollow chocolate shell and it cracks open and reveals a little cake inside. Or something involving a blowtorch.

🂱 Anyways this whole time ur just rubbing ur lil high heeled foot up her pant leg under the table and twirling ur hair, touching her arm, etc. Naughty girl — she mock-scolds you telepathically with a dommy little eyebrow raise thing.

“Here? Now? I pull out all the stops to give you a magical evening and you already wanna leave and bang it out. That’s real classy, sweetheart.”

🂱 You’re both rather bold and upfront, obviously. Strong personalities, fire sign energy — which means you butt heads often. Your relationship is super intense and fiery so every day is like a soap opera, or like The Real Mob Wives of Staten Island in levels of drama.

“Why the hell didn’t you come home last night? And why did i have to find out from Vivi that she saw you cracking skulls in a fishing boat by the pier?”

“Babygirl I told you I was taking care of business. Sweetheart, uprisings don’t happen overnight, it’s all about biding time and strategically applying political pressure in Topside-”

“Jesus, Mary, and the goddamn camels you and your strategic goddamn pressure. I’ll tell you I’ve fucking had it with you and your fucking pressure. You wanna make me look like an idiot? When me and my girlfriends are sitting drinking mimosas for brunch at Jarrod's and they ask me ‘Y/N where’s that woman of yours?’ And i have to look them in the eyes and say “Clint Eastwood was unable to join us as she had a prior engagement strategically applying pressure. To the back of enforcers’ skulls. With a fucking baseball bat. Like a common thug. Mind you, I’m a classy lady all by my lonesome on a Sunday fucking morning-"

“Classy lady I’ll fucking say. You’d think I plan on growing old with Mrs. Fucking Vanderbilt, the way you want to buy ten thousand pairs of red high heels-“

“Omg babe you wanna grow old with me?”

“-that all look exactly the fucking same, by the way. ‘Burnt orange’ and ‘vermillion’ and ‘chartreuse’ or whatever the fuck — You know it’s just fucking red.

“Chartreuse is green, since you wanna be a smartass,”

“Don’t gaslight me, woman. Where do you even plan on wearing those? We live in an oversized sewer pipe. Not the magical land of Oz. I told you who i was when you met me. I told you this is what I do. And you better get used to it if you wanna keep charging my card at every boutique within a ten mile radius,”

“Or what? Gonna give me the spiel again, talk me to death about the uprising and the political elites and the our time is imminent, y/n. Gonna threaten me like you do your little fishing buddies? Gonna apply me some strategic fucking pressure?”

“That’s enough.” Sevika hissed, scary calm. She kicks the pantry door shut and whips around, pointing at you with her cigarette. “I’ve had enough of this shit. You’re done, Missy.”

“Beg pardon? I’ll decide when I’m done, thank you very much. You’ve got some nerve telling me when to speak when I can’t even reach you half the time. I had to track down your little boss the other day — brought him a lovely casserole — and ask if he could pass on a message for me! ‘Excuse me Mr. Scaryman Eye of Zaun, sir, could you possibly ask Zorro if she might head home as soon as she’s done busting kneecaps? And to arrive in a clean shirt, as my parents are in town and they prefer to greet their daughter-in-law when she’s not covered in someone’s intravenous blood. Thank you kindly.’”

“You showed up at work? Wait- you talked to Silco? Babe I told you to stay the fuck away from there!”

“Please. He may be the kingpin of the city or whatever, but I make a gorgeous quiche. Trust me, babe. Once he tastes my cooking, I am henceforth immune to whatever machiavellian basement torture chamber you brutes probably use as your break room.”

🂱 Sorry guys, got a little carried away there. Point is, one minute you’re screaming at each other and dramatically slamming doors and throwing shit, the next you’re fucking on the kitchen floor like the world’s about to end. You guys basically co-authored the book on how to be an absolute nightmare of an upstairs neighbor. The entire building feels the floor shaking and no one knows if the screaming is just you guys having a little too much fun for 2pm on a Tuesday, or if they’re gonna see this on the news tomorrow.

🂱 Kidding! At the end of the day, trust and loyalty are the foundations of your relationship. You love each other wildly, deeply, and passionately.

🂱 Sevika has a strict no going to bed angry policy. If you’d gotten into it that evening you might give her the cold shoulder, curl up facing away from her in the quiet moments before bed. She’s reading by the lantern on the bedside table — an upcycled barstool the two of you stole from your old job at The Last Drop one evening when you were in a particularly silly mood.

🂱 She catches your gaze a couple times as you stare over your shoulder to see if she’s paying attention to you, and then you immediately turn and go back to ignoring her. She takes off her reading glasses, tosses her book onto the bed, and rolls over to you, wrapping her arm around you from the back.

“Hey baby?” She kisses your shoulder and the back of your head since you still won’t look at her, and she continues. “Love of my life? Light of my world? Keeper of my soul and partner in crime through the sea of trials we call the fucked-up game of life?” You turn slightly to give her a glaring side eye.

“…What do you want.”

“Still mad at me, babygirl?”

“Not at all. Why on earth would I be mad?”

“I’m sorryyy,” she draws it out, cooing at you all soft and sing-songy. If the ne’erdowells who often got their asses handed to them by her and her little team could see this Sevika, they’d think they lost their mind. Hell, if any punk on the street could see this Sevika they’d think they lost their mind. It made your knees weak the way she undid herself and softened for you. For only you. You fought the smile forming and she continued murmuring against your skin.

“It’s all this bullshit at work Silco’s got me taking care of. I’m neglecting my little lady, I’m stretched so thin. It’s too much…”

“Too much…?” You echo. “Talk to me, love. Silco’s not letting you catch a breather?”

She grunts in affirmation against your shoulder: “Mm-hrmm”

“Does my baby have the whooole wide world on her poor, tired, buff, strong, sexy shoulders-EEK!” She gleefully flips you over to face her, making you cackle. You’ve been disarmed. At her mercy. You always were.

She leans forward to bonk her forehead against yours.

“Glad someone in this cruel world finally understands me and my line of work,” she says, half-joking.

“No one understands the importance of your job better than me, babe.” You continue, at this point unable to remove the sarcasm from your tone even if you tried. She nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder facedown, head supported by the cushiness of your tit. You weave your fingers in her hair.

“The honorable burden of great duty… The unfathomable smothering of moral obligation, even. One might describe it as an immensely… strategic pressure-”

“-For FUCK’s SAKE”

“You have worker’s rights, you know! Demand an hour off — paid — in your underground torture chamber-breakroom. You’re entitled to relax and sip coffee as you watch the bodies hit the floor, goddammit!”

Feigning exasperation, Sev dramatically collapses backward starfish-style on the old-ass creaky-ass decrepit-ass daddy longlegs convention of a double bed the two of you share; in a shithole apartment, in a shady-ass neighborhood, in a collapsing city. That’s how it was between the two of you. Underneath it all, she trusts that you’ll always be there to kiss her wounds, to make sure her collar is straight and there’s no shmutz on her face. You trust that at the end of the day, it’s you she’s coming home to.

[rosebudprincess]

butch lesbian sevika lookalike competition in my bedroom 😋

[bismutting]

i am on my way to becoming a butch anatomy expert….. and ig i could practice some drawing too..

[torkwurm]

I drew pookie <33

[mellohimmku94]

They’re so hot I wish masc lesbians were real

[cowgyaru]

wolverine sevika you are so special to me ….

[sleepygirlfemme]

save me butch cowboy… please… butch cowboy save me

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

"Tell me, who's the funny looking rat now?"

I love how in every fight Sevika scene, animators sneak in little crumbs of her smiling. Her smile is everything 😭

[justhereforsubsevika]

Sevika gets dom drop (nsfw, fluff, a lot of tears)

Sevika had been fucking you rough for about half an hour, spitting at you, slapping you, shoving her fingers down your throat. She'd been calling you filthy names, shouting, even roaring at you at one point (she got a bit carried away, it was hot in the moment). But suddenly she's not panting as loud. Suddenly she's slowing down her strokes in your pussy, removing her hand from your neck. Suddenly her eyes lose their fire, extinguished as water wells up in them. She weakly thrusts into you before pulling out and turning so you cant see her face.

You go up to touch her shoulder and she flinches. She's shaking a little so you grab up the blanket to toss round her shoulders. "Hey, hey come on, what's up baby?" You ask when she starts to fully cry into her trembling hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby I'm so sorry," she babbles, shaking her head and falling gently into your arms. You're confused. She's never gotten like this before, usually all business when she doms. "Honey, I... I don't understand. What happened?" You whisper, kissing along where her hair is shaved just above her ear. She cries louder, hugging against your shoulders.

All of a sudden, it clicks. She's dropped, and she doesn't even realise it.

"Do you feel bad about what you were doing to me?" You ask, tracing your finger soothingly down her back. She nods and nuzzles into your neck. You feel what you hope is tears, rather than snot, start to gather along your clavicle. "Oh Sevi.. you're dropping. You've got dom drop. This is normal, okay? It's normal.." You pat her head and she nods again, sobbing brokenly against you. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to call you any of those things... you're not a useless cumslut-"

You cut her off with a chuckle that startles her. She looks at you with red, puffy eyes and you cant help but smile at how adorable her pout is. "Honey, I promise you I liked it. I know you got carried away! It's alright, it's what I want! I promise sweetheart, I know you didn't mean it."

She nods again. "Yeah.. yeah! It's just sex." She lets out a weak chuckle and you tut. "Poor baby. Come on, lets clean up and then we can watch a movie instead, yeah?" Her eyes light up a little at the suggestion.

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[cowgirlvi]

Can you write about fucking Sevika pls she’s my baby

mdni. bottom sevika. sub-top fem-reader. age gap. strap-on usage. vaginal sex. humiliation kink?

word count: 1.5k

you have always admired sevika’s strength and dedication to zaun, and you’d often tell her as much; bombarding her with compliments, following her around like a stray animal she fed one too many times. to her, she’s always thought of you as an annoying, energetic bunny—bouncing around, full of energy, talking her ear off, pushing into her space with that relentless, juvenile enthusiasm. 

in bed, you’re no different. you’re just as eager, just as insatiable—pressing against her, hands roaming, lips tasting, taking in every one of her reactions with wide-eyed excitement. she can’t get you to shut up, can’t make your dirty motorboat-mouth stop blabbing to her about how tight her pussy is, how it’s gushing around your cock, and it’s embarrassing. she’s a grown woman, she’s feared and respected around the undercity, but none of that seems to matter to you. 

she’s somewhat ashamed that she’s letting you fuck her this way, knowing you’re so much younger than her, so incredibly moronic. with her strength and maturity, she feels like she should be the one taking control, breaking you down, pleasuring you—but here she is, giving in to the way you make her feel, always going back to you because you’re the best sex she’s had in a hot minute.

right now, you have her on her hands and knees, your pelvis smacking against the plush of her ass, and you relish in the way her strong body is trembling—all because of you. you’re fucking her like a bitch and sevika can only stay still and take it, because her tight hole craves this, and you know how to give it to her.

”fuuuck, i wish you could see the—hnggf—the way your pussy is gripping me, babe.” you’re whimpering and moaning as if you’re the one getting fucked, simply because the sight of sevika’s cunt around you is too much to bear.

sevika is gritting her teeth, burying her face in a throw pillow, grunting every time you drive into her. she rolls her eyes—half in exasperation, half in pleasure—because as ridiculous as you are, your strap is stretching her out just right.

sevika moans gutturally into the pillow. ”mmmf! shut up, kid—hmphf!”

snickering, you press your chest to her slick, sweat-dampened back. you reach around to grope her large, hanging tits bruisingly tight. sevika gasps sharply, hissing through her teeth, because her breasts are so sensitive, so heavy that even the slightest squeeze sends a jolt of pain through her body. but she loves it—you know she does.

you can feel the heat radiating off of sevika’s body, can smell the musky aroma of your combined arousal and sweat. you’re drunk on it, intoxicated by the power you hold over this formidable, hulking woman who's trembling and mewling on your cock like a wanton whore.

“god, you’re making a fuckin’ mess on me, vika,” you groan. you’re grinding against that spongy spot deep inside her, the one that hurts so good, and her creamy pussy is hugging your strap like a vice. “tighest cunt i’ve ever, ngh, seen.”

you piston your hips forward in one sharp, sudden thrust before setting an unbearably quick pace. sevika goes crosseyed when you slam against her cunt and the white cream from her pussy is splashing all over your abdomen, marking you with her essence. she’s panting harsh and ragged like a dog.

your pace never falters. each thrust is deep, deliberate, dragging out every desperate sound she tries to swallow down. your lips trail along her shoulder, teeth nipping at the corded muscles of her neck, determined to leave a mark, to claim this feared woman as your own.

”just hurry up,” she grits out, voice rough, uneven. “i’ve got—unghh—shit to do today.”

”shhh, just let me take care of your little hole,” you coo, slowing your thrusts just to tease, relishing in the way her muscles twitch in protest. sevika groans in annoyance but all you interpret it as is sultry desperation. “that’s right—ahh, be a good bitch for me.”

god, you’re ridiculous, insufferable. you have a dirty, whorish mouth, and sevika wishes she didn’t like it as much as she does. but every filthy word that spills from your lips sends a pulse of heat straight to her core, makes her clench around you with the vice of a boa constrictor squeezing the life out of its prey. she hates how easily you get under her skin, how effortlessly you reduce her to this—gripping the sheets, biting back moans, letting you have your way with her.

it’s humiliating, the way you narrate every slick, messy detail, your voice dripping with raw, unfiltered lust. fuck, sevika, you’re taking me so good—so tight, so needy. you like this, don’t you? being fucked like this?

she wants to snap at you, tell you to shut your damn mouth again, but all that comes out is a strangled groan when you drive deeper, angling just right. and fuck, she does like it. too much. more than she’ll ever admit.

your other hand snakes down to grip the thick base of the strap, using it as leverage to somehow slam into sevika even harder, even faster. the obscene squelching sounds of your animalistic fucking fills the obsolete room, punctuated by the sharp slap of your pelvis against sevika’s ass and the increasingly desperate grunts and moans spilling from her lips.

you can feel your own climax building, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, threatening to snap at any moment. but you hold back, gritting your teeth and putting every ounce of your strength into fucking sevika, determined to make her come first, to watch her shake and shiver when she orgasms on your cock.

“unghh, sevika—! are you close? fuck, i’m so close, baby,” you whimper, desperate for her to agree.

her broad back flexes with every jolt of pleasure that wracks through her, muscles shifting under sweat-slicked skin, a gorgeous display of raw strength and vulnerability all at once. she’s gritting her teeth, groaning, cursing under her breath, but her body betrays her. her thighs tremble like a baby deer and she’s almost mewling like a kitten. it’s cute; she’s taking it, letting you fuck her open, letting you own her in a way no one else does.

”you’re gonna have to work—mmmf—harder than that if you wanna make me come, sweetheart,” she says.

sevika lets out a deep, shuddering growl, but the moment your fingers press against that aching bundle of nerves, her whole body jolts. she exhales sharply, knuckles turning white as she grips the sheets even tighter. but you don’t let up. you rub harsh, teasing circles over her clit, matching the rhythm of your thrusts, coaxing her, dragging her higher and higher toward the edge.

“holy shiiit, sev,” you groan, burying your face in her shoulder, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses against her flushed tan skin. you can feel how close she is, the way her thighs tremble, the way her breath comes in shallow, shaky gasps. “gonna come for me? huh? you gonna soak my cock like a good girl?”

she wants to fight it, she always fights it, but you’re relentless, pushing, pulling, fucking her with reckless abandon until finally, finally, she snaps.

all the bones in her body tense and she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her back arches, a choked, guttural sound ripping from her throat as her climax crashes over her. she’s shaking, trembling like a candle flame caught in a draft, fingers clutching the sheets for dear life.

“there she is,” you murmur, dragging your teeth over her jaw. with one last groan, her body melts into the sheets like butter on warm toast; satisfied and utterly spent.

you let out a breathy chuckle, shifting to kneel behind her. your hands smooth over her strong, sweat-dampened thighs, spreading them just enough to admire the mess between them. her cunt clenches weakly, spasming around nothing, and there’s a slick, glistening trail dripping down the insides of her legs.

“fuck yeah,” you whisper, mesmerized.

still flushed and panting, sevika lets out a breathless, “what?” but you don’t answer—not with words, at least.

instead, you slide the harness from your hips, letting it hang loosely around your thighs. with one hand, you spread her pussy lips open, holding her there, watching the way her overstimulated hole flutters, aching and empty. with the other, you slide between your own legs, fingers finding your needy, neglected clit, working tight circles over the sensitive bud.

“shit, baby,” you hiss, thighs clenching, hips rolling against your own hand. you’re so turned on, so wrecked from watching sevika fall apart, that it doesn’t take long before pleasure coils hot and tight in your core, ready to snap like an elastic band stretched too thin.

“fucking love this pussy,” you groan, staring at the way she twitches under your touch, the way her body still reacts to you even now, even in the aftermath of her orgasm.

your body trembles as the pleasure crests, your orgasm hitting you fast and hard, euphoria washing over you in sharp, electric waves. your breath stutters, your muscles tighten, your soaked fingers working you through it as your eyes remain locked on her little, ruined hole.

when it finally subsides—when the pleasure ebbs into a slow, pulsing afterglow—you slump forward, pressing lazy kisses to sevika’s shoulder.

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(2/18/25)

[lily221118]

•⭐• Sevika x Younger, mean, femme girlfriend.

part 2 -> part 1

So the next night, you’re walking into the pub, looking very different from what all these guys are used to seeing you in. Everyone around here sees you in the bland clothes you bartend in so seeing you dolled up is like a treat for the whole place. You’ve put on something sexier than usual. Nothing too scandalous, but you’d at least taken this opportunity to show off. Your hair is flowing and your makeup is done and you’re feeling fantastic, you’re feeling especially fantastic when you see sevika catch sight of you and let her eyes trail over your whole body, her eyes blown wide as if you can’t see her. When you reach her in a booth (Not at the bar, you notice), you slide in opposite her and grin. “Hey.”

Her eyes drop once more to catch any piece of skin she can behind the table, “Who’re you trying to impress?”

You roll your eyes at her and she comments on it before you can respond with something snarky, “Someday you’ll go blind, the way you’re always rolling your eyes.” 

This gets your eyes rolling again, “Don’t give me any reason to roll my eyes and I’ll be fine.”

She laughs at this with a dismissive shake of her head, you lean back against the booth seat, “Get me a drink, would you?”

She raises an eyebrow, the laugh lingering on her lips, “Bossy tonight.”, she states like it's obvious. Which it is.”I’m always bossy. Go.” I nod in the direction of the bar. She begins to stand up and looks back down at you. “What do girls like you even drink?”

“What do you mean girls like me?”

She gestures towards the length of your body, obviously referring to the way you present yourself, “You know, like, pretty… girly.” You give her a smirk and bring your hand to your hair to brush through it, “You think I’m pretty?” When she only shakes her head with another laugh rather than answering, you move on. “Just get me whatever you think suits me.”

She comes back 5 minutes later with her signature glass of whiskey and a purple drink with salt around the rim, setting it in front of you with a grunt. Working in this pub, you know this drink, it's probably the closest available thing to a cocktail with the limited resources of the undercity. 

“Aw, did you get me this because it's pretty and I'm pretty.”

“No. It’s got salt on it. You said to get something that suited you.”

The look on your face is one of fake offense and it makes her laugh again as she takes a sip from her own glass. You do the same and lick some salt off the edge before setting it back down. That catches her attention. 

“What made you ask me out for a drink?” You ask her straight up.

“I suppose you’ve become more tolerable over time, and-”

“You haven’t.” You interrupt her and it makes her smile in amusement, “You and that smart mouth. One day you’ll say the wrong thing to the wrong person. You gotta be careful with an attitude like that down here.”

You lean over the table, tilting your head and resting it on your hands, forcing an air of innocence, “Oh but you’d protect me, wouldn’t you?” You bat your eyelashes to really seal the deal.

“As if you’d let me.”

The night goes on, the drinks go down with ease, and the conversation flows. Sevika’s been invited to a round of cards and you tell her you don’t mind losing her attention for a while. Though, that is actually an absolute lie. So you’re sitting next to her at the table, surrounded by a huddle of men. Sevika’s got a hand of cards, who knows if they're good or bad and she’s playing with such precision and ease that you can’t help but feel impressed.

“You wanna join the next round?” She asks you casually after her turn. You shake your head in response, “I’m okay just watching.”

That’s when one of the men pipes up, some buff guy with copious amounts of facial hair, probably the result of regular shimmer use. Or just really unstable hormones. “Nah, she knows her place, sitting there and looking pretty like some lap dog.” 

A few of the other guys laugh along, one slapping him on the back in agreement. Your eyebrows furrow in defense and you begin to speak but Sevika gets out of her seat abruptly and it stops you in your tracks. You look up at her in confusion and you hear the gears in her arm warming up.

“You wanna repeat that?” She spits out in a deep voice. The guys instinctually withdraw, obviously taken aback. You grab her wrist, “Sevika, sit down”, and attempt to pull her back into her seat. She looks down at you, annoyed, and splutters, “but- th-” And motions towards the guys.

 “Sit down.” You repeat, authority in your voice. And she actually does. She slumps back into her seat with a huff and the same gnarly guy chuckles. “What, you got this little lass given you orders now, eh boss?” 

Sevika almost jolts out of her seat again but you shoot her a stern look before returning your attention to this goon.

“You wanna start? I pour your drinks every night and unless you wanna know what my spit tastes like, you should shut that busted mouth.”

He stares at you, completely unsure of what to say and in the corner of your eye, you see a smirk on Sevika’s face. The guy grumbles but backs off, along with his friends who continue to scowl but don’t say anything else. They all look back to their cards and you feel Sevika rustle beside you and then a breath on your ear, “Anyone ever told you how hot you are when you’re mean?” 

The sensation of her breath on your skin along with her words sends a shooting thrill straight to your stomach and you have to cross your legs to compose yourself before your words are able to come out clear. “A couple times.” You suck on your lip as the edges of your closed mouth flick up and she licks her lips as she adjusts her position to refocus on the game, obviously pleased with your reaction. 

[mananak07]

drew sevika when i was sad lol. i love this butch

[matlab-exe]

sev.... sev... sevika................

[maladaptivedaydreamhq]

i love how we all took 'big mama' and ran with it when her canon reaction to being called that is

not that that's gonna stop me i love my big mama