#sev is about to say yes

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[the-stars-are-warring]

I wonder if Sev and Saw Guerrera would get along....

[ripcupid]

Sevika is now a council member, why not make it smut 🤷🏾‍♀️

- I honestly don’t know how I feel abt this or even the ending of arcane but fuck it btw I have another sev fic i should finish soon. 🤞🏾

Send request if you have any 🤍

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” You pants, holding Sevika's shoulders as she fervently kisses your neck, pressing you against the table, her breath hot against your skin. "You have a meeting soon, what if someone walks in?"

Sevika pulls back to you, her eyes dark with desire as a mischievous smile plays on her lips. "I don't care, let them," Sevika smirks, lifting you easily onto the table and wrapping your arms around her neck before saying, "You know why? Cause I'm a fucking councillor now, I make the rules, baby.

You giggle at her boldness, unable to push aside the ache growing between your thighs at the possibility of the rest of the council walking in on you. "Please just be quick, Sev," you plead, playing with her hair as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your jaw.

"I can't promise that, babe," she chuckles, kissing along your jaw as her hands slips under your shirt, pulling you closer.

You can't help but moan softly as she nips and sucks at your neck, moving your head to give her better access as you give in to her touch. Sevika's hands move with urgency, making quick work of your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor before standing back to get a good look at you.

"Fuck, baby" she breathes, trailing her eyes over your exposed chest with hunger in her gaze. "Take those off for me," she demands, her eyes locked on your every move as you eagerly comply, stripping yourself of your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. You blush at her staring, shying away slightly before meeting her eyes with a shy smile.

"Stop being shy, c'mere," she murmurs, stepping forward, her hands tracing your waist before settling on your hips. "You’re so fucking hot," she says against your lips making you giggle before pulling you into a passionate kiss, her lips moving hungrily against yours.

Sevika guides you to her designated chair around the table, pulling you onto her lap as she deepens the kiss, her hands resting on the curve of your ass. You wrap your arms around her neck, subtly grinding against her thigh as she kneads your ass, giving you a playful spank. You tuck your head into the crook of her neck, hiding the whimper that escapes your lips as she rubs over the now sensitive skin.

"Don't hide from me, baby," Sevika demands, spanking your ass again, making you gasp. You face flushes as you meet her intense gaze, feeling a surge of arousal at her hands slowly guiding you to grind against her thick thigh. Your clothed clit rubs against your panties, the damp fabric creating a delicious friction that makes you twitch in her lap.

"Oh fuck, Sev," you moan, bunching Sevika's shirt in your fists as you grind harder against her. The feeling of her strong thigh against your throbbing clit fogs your brain, forgetting about the meeting starting soon, only able to think about how badly you want to cum.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Sevika coos, brushing back your hair and holding your face in her hand. You nod, unable to form words, the only sounds escaping your lips being desperate whimpers and cries. "Yeah, you wanna cum for me?"

"Yes, please," you manage to gasp out, your hips faltering when Sevika flexes her thigh against you, increasing the pressure on your throbbing clit. Sevika's hand leaves your face, trailing her fingers down your neck to your tits, teasingly circling your hardened nipples.

You twitch as she pinches the sensitive buds, chuckling softly at your reaction. She leans back in her chair to watch you squirm in her lap, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she taunts, "My meeting starts soon and I would hate to leave you like this." You whimper in frustration, feeling the heat pooling between your legs as Sevika's finger trails even lower.

"No, please, I'm so close," you cry, humping against her thigh desperately. Sevika's grin widens as she pulls your panties up against your dripping core, reveling in the way you writhe and moan under her touch. As your orgasm builds, Sevika guides your hips to move faster, feeling you drip onto her thigh.

"Can I cum, Sevika, please? " you beg, your voice shaky with need as your head drops against her chest, feeling the tension building in your belly.

Sevika chuckles, stroking your hair gently as she whispers, "Of course, baby." With her encouragement, you finally reach the edge, tucking your head in her neck to muffle the cries of pleasure as your body trembles.

As you come down from your high, you face Sevika again, a shy smile on your lips as you give her a quick kiss before getting off her lap with shaky legs. "You need help?" Sevika jokes, watching you stumble slightly before getting up to help.

"I'm good, just need a minute," you pant using the table to steady yourself.

"Let me help," Sevika insists, picking up your clothes and carefully dressing you.

"Thank you," you whisper, once she's done, leaning up to kiss her once more before heading towards the door, "Have a good meeting,” you wink as you exit, running into another council member as you speed down the hall

[maneskinwh0re]

modern!sevika x housewife!reader // clueless couple

cw: fluff, loser butch sevy, age gap (if you squint), more fluff

i saw a post that said “holding back the urge to say ‘must’ve been ur other girlfriend’ to my bf” and it gave me the idea to write about saying it to our sev

i imagine modern!sevika is a loser lesbian but also a clueless millennial who thinks she knows everything and then proceeds to get extremely humbled. she’s adorable, your honor.

༺♡༻❀༺♡༻ ༺♡༻❀༺♡༻ ༺♡༻❀༺♡༻

༺♡༻❀༺♡༻ ༺♡༻❀༺♡༻ ༺♡༻❀༺♡༻

slow mornings are your favorite. the windows to your kitchen are swung open, allowing in thin beams of sunlight and fresh air, while the smell of brewed coffee swirls through the room.

standing at the stove, you make breakfast for you and your wife, flipping a second omelette for sevika because she has already finished the first, now nibbling on a banana slice while she waits.

she leans against the counter next to you, eyes squinting at her phone as she tries to scroll through her photos. she moves the device further away, then brings it closer, inches from her face, the brightness of the screen surely not helping her aging eyesight.

“can never figure out this damn thing,” she says with an agitated huff before you look at her stance and giggle. she’s hunched over in a grey tank top and black boxers, large veined hands cradling her cracked phone. her hair is pulled back into a stubby ponytail while small wisps of framed bangs fall against her cheekbones.

“you can’t figure it out because y’ can’t see, mama,” you chuckle as you take the thin glasses atop her head and set them nicely on the bridge of her nose. “that better?”

“oh,” the difference is night and day, you practically see her big eyes refocus with a dumbfounded blink. “yes, much better, hon’.”

and with that, she’s right back to pure eagerness as she tells a story of how she and ran beat the boys over a few poker games, elaborating on how she brought home lots of extra cash last night. while she scrolls to find a specific picture of her winning hand, she pauses for a moment to question her own memory and turns to you.

“wait- have i told y’ this already?”

“hm, no,” you reply, shaking your head as you toss the omelette onto a plate. “must’ve been your other wife.”

your side comment totally sweeps over your butch’s head at first. you give her a moment to nod and continue searching through her phone before she completes a double take — no. a quadruple take with a confused followed by a truly bewildered expression.

“what?” sevika’s head snaps to you for the fourth time, brows furrowed clearly in offense. (reference pic at the top :))

you only hum up at her with expectancy, playing the act of clueless defiance.

“what’d you just say?” she repeats with a ghost of a smile, setting her phone on the counter.

“i didn’t- what?” you dismiss, gripping the handle of the empty pan and moving past sevika to set it in the sink. although she doesn’t let you get away so easily. “nothin’! i don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

with a tight grip on your waist, she yanks you backwards, erupting a squeal from your throat followed by a fit of laughter as you fall against her. her breath tickles your skin as she peppers kisses up and down the side of your neck and shoulder.

“what the hell are y’ on about? my ‘other wife’? you’re insane.”

“oh, so now i’m insane to you? i imagine more insane than your side bride. got it,” you banter as you grip her forearm that holds you close. one of her hands then turns your face up towards her lips. “i guess you’ll just have to tell her that i-”

your words are cut off with a gentle kiss. sevika tastes a mix of morning breath and black coffee, her disheveled self looks and smells in desperate need of a warm shower. but when your wife pulls away with admiration in those big grey eyes, you wouldn’t give any of it up for the world.

not the good, not the bad. for better for worse, in sickness and in health. to love and to cherish.

“shush. i’m yours.”

༺♡༻❀༺♡༻ ༺♡༻❀༺♡༻ ༺♡༻❀༺♡༻

ignore grammar/spelling mistakes 😜 dropping another random fluff bomb then locking back in to my bum ass math classes 🐑💣

also i’m absolutely LOVING all the asks that’s been sent to my inbox, TRUST i see them and will get to them all eventually!! again just super busy with school/family/friend drama recently, all is good tho and always feel free to send requests or just spam meee

stay safe out there divas 💜

-🐝

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[thisrots]

thinking about tied up, overstimulated sev <333

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

today’s sex with your ‘strictly top’ girlfriend was… different. sevika was tied up, ropes knotted up all around her body, wrists tied back and kneeled down in front of you. a vibe tied below her stomach, hitting her clit just right as her hole was filled and stretched out with your pink, shimmery dildo. you watched as she bounced on it, thighs trembling, her boobs bouncing up and down. her once dominant demeanor crumbling beneath you as she looked up at you with glassy eyes, face fucked out and flushed, the pool of squirt in front of her growing larger and larger by the minute. you smirked at the sight, your larger girlfriend who usually pounded you stupid melting with just the touch of a a couple toys.

“what a sensitive girl,” you’d tease, using your foot to push open her legs some more, getting a better view of her cunt. she bit down on her lip, groaning out from embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing. you smirked knowing that her grumpy self was still peaking through, sneering at her expression. you spread your thighs as you propped up your leg on a chair, exposing your sticky cunt, hovering it over her face.

you watched as her face quickly dropped, staring deep into it, the corners of her mouth watering like a needy puppy who was starving. she had her tongue out, panting, wanting her mouth filled with nothing but your wetness. she was thirsting for you, grunting and moaning, her breath hitting your clit, making it twitch. “you’re—fucking killing me, princess.”

“oh, i know, poor thing.” you said mockingly, shoving your clit in her mouth, gripping onto the back of her hair. you moaned out, thrusting your cunt against her tongue, fucking her pretty face as her husky moans vibrated against your slit.

“it’s—fuck! ‘s too much!” she yelped while pulling away from you, moaning uncontrollably, arching her back as her face twisted up in pain and pleasure. oh, what a fucking sight to see that was. her hole was constantly dripping on the dildo, fwopping noises filling up the room as she slid up and down it so easily, clit red and puffy.

you scoffed, shoving your cunt back in her mouth. “really? because your pussy says otherwise.” you started, smirking as your rhythm continued. “that’s it, taking it so well, sev. you look so pretty with your holes filled up.” you said as her rough tongue made its way to your hole, slipping it inside you, flicking against your g-spot. “oh, right there! doing so good!”

she whined, yes, whined out as your hips bucked on her face. using her mouth, nose, chin, whatever made you feel good. it wasn’t long until you felt a tingle at the bottom of your stomach, pussy still stuffed in her mouth, watching as she tried her best to please you while still bouncing up at down the member. “fuck, g-getting me close!” you moaned out, body tensing up. she carefully sucked on your clit, tongue practically glued onto it, lapping up all your juices.

sevika moaned against you, muffling out the best she could, “g-gonna fuckin’ come!”

your back arched, her eyes rolled back as the toy bulged out of her lower tummy, the both of you moaning out loudly as you reached your orgasms. bliss spread throughout your body, a sudden rush of warmness hitting you—almost like—there was something coming out of you. you pulled sevika’s face back by her hair, moans chopped and breathy. “oh, fuck, sevika!!” was all you let out before a gush of squirt landed on her mouth and chest, making you gasp for air. you stared at her after, wide eyed, face twisted up and apologetic, until she smirked at you. her tongue licked along her lips, tasting—no, savoring you in her mouth.

your head felt light, body tingling and weak as your knees gave in on you, making your way down. you felt a pair of hands wrapped around you, catching you just before you hit the ground. “woah! hey, you okay?”

your eyes darting towards sevika, who was—out of the ropes? “yeah, yeah i’m—wait. what? when—how?” you questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

she snickered, shaking her head as she spoke. “i do this for a living, princess.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes at her. she sat you down, rubbing your cheek with her thumb, holding up the ropes in your face. “if you’re feeling okay… wanna switch positions?”

[dollyhao]

sevika lowkey wants to wife you up (nsfw, strap (r! receiving), biting, also really sweet, mama being mama 🤷🏾‍♀️)

sevika’s been coming to the brothel just to see you for the last six months, coming to see you like every 3 days and you two spend an amazing time together. it’s not always sex either; it started off that way but you guys really connected.

sevika’s been wanting to ask you to quit your job and let her take care of you but she hasn’t asked yet. you’ve been talking about quitting your job because your hearts just not in it anymore and its effecting your mood.

when sevika finally comes visit you after almost a whole week of not seeing you, she’s ready to finally ask you.

she waits patiently for you to come into the room that you two frequent the most, she watches as you face lights up at seeing her she stands as you approach her with a grin and your arms open, “sev!” you jump into her arms and she holds you tight. “hey princess,” she places you down on the bed, kneeling inbetween your legs as you look down at her with a softer smile.

“why haven’t you come see me?” you ask quietly, running your fingers through her hair. “i was busy,” she says plucking your shoes off your feet. “ya missed me?” she smirks up at you leaning closer to your face.

“i thought you weren’t coming back…” you gaze into her eyes then at her lips. sevika doesn’t respond right away, she sees how much you believed that and she just can’t have that. she leans in to kiss you, pushing you to lay down. she straddles your waist pulling her cape off while your hands cup her face. you moan feeling the weight of her on you, she pulls away from you. “let’s take this off baby,” she pulls at your flimsy dress and you sit up so she can pull it over your head.

still straddling your now naked body, she kisses down your neck biting at your collarbone. you suck in a breath at the pain. she continues kissing and biting you up, leaving marks while she situates herself between your legs. clients aren’t allowed to mark up the girls but sevika has no intention of letting you stay here after tonight.

she kisses your lips again biting your lip as she grinds into you. you let out a sigh at the strap in her pants that’s rubbing against you. “sev, don’t tease, take it out,” your hand trails inbetween your bodies trying to reach into her pants. sevika kneels over you, “so impatient,” she responds pulling her top and sticky pants off. you bite your lip, gazing up at her large, naked form. you sit up to press fevered kisses inbetween her breast.

she grabs your chin pulling you away from her hot skin, “on your knees.” you giggle, immediately turning on your knees and arching your ass in the air. sevika’s hands are placed on your ass but you shudder at the cold metal that shes been avoiding touching you with. she parts your lower lips smirking at the sticky mess that’s dripping down your thighs. she presses the tip to your entrance running it up and down your slit, making you push your hips back with a whimper before finally pushing into you.

your mouth falls open she starts a slow but deep pace. you let out gasps and moans as you feel sevika going deeper with every thrust and it only intensifies when she speeds up, “oh-ohmygosh sevvy,” you can’t handle all the wet sounds of your cunt swallowing up her strap, you reach your hand around to grab on to the hand that’s holding your waist and her cold one trails down your back, making you arch more before she grabs your hair pulling it as her hips snap against yours.

“how does it feel?” she bends to whisper in your ear. your brain is mush as moan out with drool dripping down your chin, you try to nod your head but sevika’s holding your head still with her grip. she’s stopped moving her hips with the strap sitting snug in your pulsing cunt. “words, baby.”

“yes yess, i-i love it mama,” you let out before sevika presses a kiss to your temple. “ya wanna quit ya job baby?” you turn ya head to look at her now that she’s back to kneeling, you nod your head with tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. “ya want mama to take care of you?” she pouts at you as she pushes you on to your side, she puts your leg over her shoulder holding herself up over your face.

“hm? want me to get you out of here?” “please,” you kiss her lips again as she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue in your mouth letting you run yours over hers. your body starts to tremble and you throw your head back whimpering out sevika’s name. sekiva bites you chin and kisses down you neck as she trails her hand between your bodies and rubbing circles against your clit. “such a good girl, imma take the best care of you baby. i promise.” she pants out as your hands grip on to her biceps. you cum and let out obscene moans that only sevika could ever make you make.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 647

Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.

Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, strap (r receiving), top! sev, bottom! reader, softdom! sev, reader has female anatomy, i must be ovulating

A/N: Honestly, this did not turn out as nasty as I thought it would… anyway, first smut! Woohoo! I'm currently working on a dancer! vi au headcanon (enemies to lovers too how juicyyy), but I had this idea pop into my head today and thought I'd write a little drabble about it for y'all to have in the meantime; so here ya go, and I hope you enjoy! 

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you

୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide

୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised

୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”

୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you

୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you

୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)

୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."

୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch

୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach

୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”

୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk

୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?” 

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else

୨ৎ “Atta girl.”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist

୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness

୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more, 

୨ৎ “More?”

୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud

୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”

୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips

୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”

୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you

୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural

୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white

୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself

୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)

୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?” 

୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her

୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.” 

୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you

୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks

୨ৎ “You okay?” She’d ask

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you’d nod into her chest

୨ৎ “You need anything?”

୨ৎ “Mm-mm.”

୨ৎ “Can I clean you up?”

୨ৎ “No,” you’d mumble, “more cuddles for now.” 

୨ৎ And she’d chuckle, pulling you closer

୨ৎ “ ‘S always more with you…”

──˚₊• 𝐄𝐍𝐃 •‧₊˚──

[lambilegs]

getting acquainted with the dildo: attempt #1

contains: sevika teaching reader how to suck the strap, dry humping (reader doing it on sev's thigh), friends with (resolved, thank god) tension, slight humiliation kink, a bit of a spit kink, teasing, inexperienced reader, implied age gap (both reader and sevika are adults), sevika calls reader "kiddo" teasingly, reader's body is referred to w/ the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt"

when you tell sevika that you've never used a strap-on before, you nearly beg some higher force to let the ground swallow you whole. you two have been friends forever, but lately, it's undeniable that some sort of molten desire has been pooling at the center of what you have. maybe it was always there, and had just been in denial. but, it's undeniably present now, impossible to ignore, thick and heavy in the air, lining every interaction with a sort of hot lava.

and it's made confessions like this, ones filled with sexual secrecy and exposed desires, carry a lot more weight than they did prior. you're pretty much confiding in a woman who you're aching to have sex with about just how much experience she should and shouldn't expect of you. it's way more vulnerable, and it feels like you're spoiling her prematurely by peeling away sexual secrets that in a different circumstance, one with just regular dating, she would've discovered on her own in the context of wanting to have sex with you. but, doing it in a friendship, when you don't even know for sure what she feels, is more uncertain. it's farther away from the line of actual romance and desire, and therefore feels risker to admit. because if your inexperience deters her, maybe she'll easily dismiss and rid herself of any attraction she might've once harboured for you, since it'd be simpler to as just friends.

so, to say the least, you're scared when confessing this secret to her.

at least, that's until you see the way her lip curls up when, while laying on her couch, you confess that you're nervous about one day using the strap due to never having done it before. she seems equal parts intrigued and amused by the revelation. from where she sits, picking at one of the screws in her arm, she asks, tone low, steady, "well, do you feel ready?"

"I don't know." you stare up at the ceiling, for the thought of maintaining eye contact through this conversation is a bit too unnerving for your liking. "I mean, I'm sure everyone feels... not ready when they start using it, right?"

she shrugs. "maybe. to a degree. but, you don't need to push yourself if it really scares you." her voice has turned tentative, face absent of the initial mischief. with the way she angles herself away from you, it seems that she's somewhat uncomfortable with giving such earnest advice.

"thanks for the sex-ed," you laugh, trying to ease the mood some.

"well, considering I've actually worn the strap and you've barely touched it, you could use all the advice you can get."

you try not to visibly tense up at the casually tossed comment. you knew sevika has used a strap, of course you did. you've been at her apartment enough times to catch sight of her lube or dildos (because, yes she has several) scattered about. but, god, the idea of it taut on her pelvis, ready to be used to pump into you, has your thighs tightening.

"well, then, oh-wise-one, what would be your advice?"

she shrugs, avoiding your gaze for a few seconds before saying, "getting acquainted with it. with things like sucking, touching, you know."

"sucking?"

"yeah." the corner of her lip quirks up as she raises an eyebrow at you. "never done that either?"

you feel your face warm, feeling awfully pathetic under her pointed gaze, years of experience behind it. "no." you groan, swiping a hand across your face. "god, I'm gonna be so horrible at it when I first do it."

"then, practice."

you scoff. "with who?"

"by yourself?" she drawls, casting you an incredulous look as though she aims for you to question your own stupidity.

you huff, turning away. "I can't do it on my own, how will I know if I'm even doing it right?"

"then, I don't know," she sighs exasperatedly, lighting her cigar. "someone you trust, I guess. someone who wants their dick wet."

"the only person I know who wants to get their dick wet is you," you snap, a petulant part of you hoping you can embarrass her as much as she does with you.

her lips wrap around the tip of the cigar, that scar on the bottom one seeming to deepen. it's almost entrancing, hooking your eyes in and leaving you resistant to its power.

you only snap out of the spell when she says, "is that your way of asking for it to be me?"

the words have your lips parting before you can force them shut. what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you're well-aware of the tension that's been there between you two, of course you are. but, you never imagined that sevika would actually initiate anything. sure, she's flirted here and there, and you're convinced she's started purposely mentioning stopping at babette's for the sole purpose of making you jealous (after all, she always has such a shit-eating grin whenever you fidget or glare at her in response). but, still, it's never amounted to an actual offer, an actual step over the threshold between friendship and, well, something else.

you know it's the more responsible decision to say no, and shut this down before things get complicated. or at least until you clear up whatever it is you guys consider yourselves to be in relation to each other, and if it's something that carries as much emotion to her as it does to you.

but, part of you wants to give into the throb between your legs, the thick tension crackling in the air, the way her gaze is resting on you calmly, as though debating whether or not she should pounce. and god, you want her to, itching with curiosity as to what she'd say if you teased back.

and so, you do. "why, are you offering?"

you get a world of satisfaction from the way she coughs at the question, puffs of smoke blowing from her mouth as she roughly clears her throat. beneath it all, though, is a very apparent underbelly of nerves in your stomach, tingling in anticipation for her answer.

when she finally sets the stupid thing down, giving her lungs a well-deserved break, she says, "why, do you want me to?"

you grit your teeth, a spark of irritation set aflame from this back-and-forth. you wish she could treat you with the courage she does anyone else, just answering your question then sweeping you off your feet with no action required of you. but, no, she just has to be cautious, and hesitant, and sweet. today, of all times.

you sigh. you suppose it's on you to end this game. your chest is tight with anxiety, the words about to roll off your tongue heavy and filled with consequence. but, you push through, anyways. if you remain vague, she will too. if you say no, you may lose your chance with her for god knows how long. so, the only option is: "fine, yes."

immediately, regret weighs upon you, sinking down into your guts. you shift, eyes pointed down to your knees, trying not to panic, when a small huff meets your ears.

it's sevika. sevika chuckling.

your eyes tentatively raise up to her, nails digging into the plush of the cushioned seat you're on. her small, endearing gap flashes as she shakes her head slowly, her laughter sounding split between amused and incredulous, bordering on a scoff.

you feel nearly glued to your spot when her eyes finally rest upon you, the grey shine in them wrapping around you and pulling, pulling and pulling.

she leans back in her couch, spreading her legs out. "well, then, hop on, kiddo."

and that's how you wind up on her thigh, her arm wrapped around your torso as you fist at the fabric taut over her broad shoulders. her mechanic hand squeezes into the silicone balls of a dildo, eyes stuck on your lips as she traces the tip over them. your breaths are heaving with anticipation as she strokes the head along the inside plush of your lips, getting the bulb of it wet and slick with your spit. the experience is exhilarating, for you know she's capable of going harder than this, of fucking your throat raw. but, no, she wants to take her time with you, draw out every drop and dribble of pleasure for the both of you.

"who knew you had it in you?" she muses with a raspy laugh.

before you can even speak to protest, she slides the entire head in, capturing your voice and transforming it into a broken, wanton moan of surprise. her eyes practically gleam at that, and she slides the dildo out of your mouth's confines with a pop before sliding the tip back in. your lips latch on automatically, hugging around the head and letting it roll around the flat of your tongue. despite the sheer anxiety of having sevika's attentive eyes on you, the motions of her push-and-pull into your mouth is almost -- well, relaxing? the repetitiveness of it, the way it gives you something to direct all your five senses to as it lolls about in your mouth, your lips tightening and loosening -- it makes your brain feel softened, hazy, lost in this.

"ah, look at that," she coos, her tone hushed and sharpened with an edge of mockery. "sucking on that like that's all you're good for."

the playful degradation makes your clit fucking throb, and without meaning to, your hips automatically jerk forward, the firmness of her thigh making your eyes nearly roll back.

"oh, someone liked that," sevika mutters.

her thigh suddenly bucks up, sending you bouncing on her lap and nearly toppling over if not for her muscular arm steadying you. the pressure against your pussy makes you whine around the toy, your lips stretching open to release the noise only has her pushing it in deeper, nearly a quarter of it now sliding up and against your tongue.

"suck it in and out, just like that," she whispers, her eyes burning into your skin as she intently watches you. you try to follow her directions, but your sucks are too eager, too fast, and sevika reaches her hand up and gently grabs your jaw, coaxing it into fluid motions that has the dildo being softly pressed and released by your lips' grip, over and over and over again.

you know this is a horrible idea, a fact that only becomes more punctuated with every thrust of the toy into your mouth. you know you should've had some more self-control, and should've put a stop to this inane idea before it had manifested into a reality. but, no, you just had to think with your pussy, and now look where it's landed you? on your friend's, a good, loyal, helpful friend's, lap, practically rutting like you're in heat and sucking dick with zero technique.

"when that gets a bit too repetitive, you can lick it." she abruptly yanks the dildo from your mouth, and an embarrassing wad of spit stretches out with it, spilling thickly down your chin. your face is practically burning from the heat of humiliation, but sevika doesn't seem to mind, only smirking and saying, "now, I was gonna tell you you can get messy with it, but you're a step ahead."

now that your mouth is finally freed, at least you get to spit out, "you're such a dick," as though your pussy isn't practically leaking with arousal.

"oh, so you suck off any asshole, then?"

"maybe I will once you're done with this lesson," you haughtily snap back.

her eyes narrow at that, but she says nothing to it, smacking the tip lightly against your mouth. "open."

despite your snapping, and much to your annoyance, your mouth immediately goes slack, falling open for her.

"tongue out, now."

you obey, sticking it out.

she snorts, shifting in her seat as she raises the dick to you. "such a little sub."

you roll your eyes at her words, jerking when she grabs your jaw, forcing you to face her. "keep those eyes on me."

your pussy clenches down on nothing. god, you need her. not that you'd ever admit it -- the last thing she needs is another ego stroke.

"show me how you'd lick this."

giving you so much control causes your confidence, however little you had of it, to waver. you hesitate before tentatively stroking the flat of your tongue along the head, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. a tiny burst of pride ripples through you when you see her eyes widen imperceptibly. it's barely there, but you know her well enough to know it wouldn't have happened unless, at the very least, a small part of her was surprised, or maybe even impressed.

the reaction eggs you on, and you do it again, running your tongue along the entire length of the dildo, using the tip to trace along the bulging veins. when that's done, you lap at the head, the flat of your tongue quickly moving along it in steady movements.

when sevika speaks, her jaw is clenched, and the deep breath she takes shudders. "good."

"yeah?" the clear effect you're having on her is most definitely getting to your head, and it makes you desirous to push and prod at her more. "am I being good?" you end the question with a kiss right to the tip.

almost as though sevika is tethered to the toy, she swallows hard at the sight. "yeah," she says, her voice firm. "you're doing good."

the praise has your hips bucking again, and you internally curse at the leverage you've so clearly given her, another wicked smile curling at her lips.

her thigh resumes its actions from before, pumping up to meet your clothed core as her arm grips your waist tightly, keeping you anchored as she encourages you to rub yourself on her. your body acts before your mind can catch up, hips pressing down so that your clit receives some friction through the layers of fabric. you hate to admit it, but sevika's muscled thigh is a perfect helper.

"you can flick your tongue on the tip, too," she says, her voice a lot rougher than it was a few minutes back. you derive some pleasure from it, for even if your resolve is loosening and waning in wake of her touch, at least hers seems to be too.

"how?" you ask, your voice an embarrassing pitch from the desperation accompanying the word. but, as soon as it slips from you, your mind conjures up a single image, and it drives you to ask, "can you show me?"

"you kidding me?"

"no." you bat your eyes, hoping it'll get her more susceptible.

"I'm gonna need a bit more convincing than some pretty eyes."

oh, well, never mind. you deflate physically, though something tickles your stomach at knowing she finds your eyes pretty.

"oh, c'mon, please, sevi," you say, tugging on her arm with a jutted bottom lip.

after a few moments of casting you a deadpan stare, she sighs, tentatively turning the dildo around and raising the head to her mouth. voice warm, so velvety, she murmurs, "like this."

you hold your breath as the tip of her tongue pokes out, flicking along the head of the toy, flapping over it fast and hard. she may not realize it, but she's giving you a crystal clear shot of exactly how she'd look devouring your clit. you pocket the mental image, already knowing you'll pull it out the next time you get off.

when you follow suit, lapping at the tip, your tongue's point making little zig-zag wags, sevika's hand tightens on your hip, and with just one pull, you're back to riding her thigh. the pleasure coursing through your pussy, deep and aching from the pressure, is making you lost in sensation. your eyes flutter close as your hole clenches and your clit swells up, sevika's muscular thigh hard and lovely.

meanwhile, she's easing the toy into your throat, laughing when you gag all over it, spit gushing from your mouth. she's relentless in her practice, just coaxing you to move faster on her thigh as you struggle to accommodate the dildo, pathetic whines tumbling from your mouth everytime she pushes it in and your throat seizes with a choke. it leaves you more sloppy, more wet, more nasty than you were before, saliva trailing down your chin and getting your neck cool and sticky.

sevika's hand slides up your waist, just barely grazing the side of your breast on the way up, before brushing a thumb against the corner of your mouth, wiping away the residue. the touch seems wholly intimate compared to the ones that preceded, especially when she uses the digit to encourage your mouth to open and take the dildo in again. she seems to be more cautious of your limits now, easing it only halfway in. your eyes flutter shut, sucking nonsensically at it, losing yourself to the rhythm as you jut against her thigh faster.

sevika's eyebrows furrow in as you speed up, her breathing laboured, and you nearly giggle around the toy at the evident impact you're having on her. but, that's not all there is to it, for her expression only has a series of more hot, tempting mental images bursting through your mind. her panting like that when thrusting into you, her eyebrows scrunching in concentration like that while she lavishes attention all over your soaked cunt.

the thought has you bouncing faster, and sevika growls. actually fucking growls. her hand abandons your face, opting to grip your ass tightly and drag you harder against her. your bud is practically weeping with desire now, desperate to have its wants sated as you grind down harder. the weight of the toy on your tongue, the way your mind is numbed from the bodily chaos of sucking, thrusting, clutching -- it sends you rolling close to your orgasm, just barely teetering on the edge of it.

what finally sends you hurdling past it is how sevika bites her lip when she pulls you forward again, her thigh pumping up and down to meet your thrusts. she looks so concentrated on you, her dark eyes hooded and intense, and the pure want on her face makes you feel so desired, so aroused at the idea of how many ways you can get that expression on her face again. that, paired with another aggressive press from her thigh, and a tight suck on the dildo, sends your body crashing with an orgasm, walls spasming as your thighs go taut. you writhe in her arm, nearly tipping all the way back if it weren't for her catching you and holding you close. your chest presses flush to hers as you tremble like a leaf, clit sopping and stinging in sensitivity as she continues pushing against it.

you whine in protest, slightly lifting your hips, and she immediately takes the hint, slowing her movements to a stop. all the while, you keep sucking on the dildo, the shape of it in your mouth, the way it offers you something to latch onto and ground yourself with, practically addictive.

sevika watches you carefully for a few moments before gently tugging it out, a string of saliva hooked between the head of it and your bottom lip.

you moan in surprise when shr leans in and runs her tongue along your chin, curling it right at your bottom lip, swallowing down the saliva all for herself.

"you're such a mess," she mumbles, sucking languidly at your chin.

"it's not my fault," you grunt, voice raspy from all the noises you made. now that the heat of the moment has worn off, the searing burn of embarrassment begins to imprint itself on you. god, you were so loud, so desperate, so--

"you looked good."

you lick your lips, some of the nerves calming. "yeah?"

"don't let it get to your head."

"that's true, I already had my fair share of head for today."

her eyebrow raises at you in a distinct lack of amusement. "you're lucky you're cute."

your stomach sizzles with oh-so-stupid butterflies. god, why does she have this much of an impact on you? and it's so effortless on her end too, which makes it all the more frustrating for you.

"you think I'm cute?" you ask, forcing your tone to sound teasing so she doesn't realize just how earnest you are.

when she falls silent for a few moments, you tense up, wondering if she can tell how serious you are.

"who's the one leaking through my favourite pants right now?"

or maybe not. face twisted into a cringe, you grip her shoulders to stumble into a standing position, her hand still loosely hanging by your waist. "on that note, I think I'll go wash up."

her fingers dig with a bit more pressure into your skin, and to your shock, she says, voice gruff, "not just yet. just sit for now."

you let her tug you back into her lap, your arms immediately winding around her neck. "what for?"

she shrugs. "just comfortable." her eyes finally lift to you, and it's like you could plummet to the ground with how swept over her steady gaze makes you feel.

"was it not you who just made made that stupid pants comme--"

"do I need to get the dildo again?"

you burst into laughter, eyes crinkling as you shake your head at her. "is that gonna be your go-to whenever I piss you off now?"

"amongst other possibilities." her fingertips ghost your waist, and you shiver.

other possibilities? you know it's not the smartest thing to dwell on -- after all, she might've just said casually with no serious intent. but, sill, your stomach warms from something you had been trying your best to avoid this entire interaction.

hope.

but, when she touches your waist like that, and seems to struggle to remove her hand from you as you walk away, you can't resist the little part of you of that whispers, maybe it's warranted.

but, you don't want to get ahead of yourself. so, you keep it at just a maybe.

[littlelovelunette]

whiny sub gp sev,, like "nmmghh- c-cant anymore." while still thrusting weakly into you after cumming 4 times, or "please let me cum." while rutting recklessly into you

Until I'm Satisfied

Contains suggestive themes, amab!Sevika, humiliation, dirty talk, cock slapping, ropes, praising, implications of chastity, blowjob, mommy kink, overstimulation.

She might act as if nothing bothered her in all of Zaun, but after she was done finishing up with Silco's work, you always had her in your bed with her legs spread and cock throbbing for you. Grunts and moans escaping her with no shame, you're the only person in all of the damn world who could do this to the "big, powerful Sevika" you taunted. Sevika denied all your claims but the way her thighs were trembling and every, even feather light, touch was enough to make her jerk to the side told a different story.

"Your mind is not in balance with your body." You uttered as you clinically cut away every little bit of dignity, her clothes, away. "We can get you new ones." You said when you heard her whine. Her dark short hair was down and face sweat dampened from the effort of not screaming in pleasure. She wasn't that broken— not yet. But even Sevika knew that it was only a matter of time considering how practised you were with your ministrations. Her dark-skinned cock, around a good eight and a half inch, stood tall and erect.

"What a dirty girl. See, your stupid little cock is so hard without me even doing anything. Imagine if I—" you grabbed the shaft of her cock, squeezing it hard but not enough to hurt, "—did something for real to you." Precum oozed out of the reddened tip, the vein at the underside of her cock twitching subtly as if in response to your words.

"Stop, please." Sevika said, looking away. Oh, she did not mean for you to stop. You saw the way her length twitched in your grasp. She was silently begging you to let her cum. It had been just about a good hour you palmed her through her clothes, exposed her to the cold air and watched as she slowly got harder and harder, letting her little brain wonder on about the horrible things you'd do to her.

Sevika loved feeling vulnerable. You gave her shaft another squeeze eliciting a low moan from her again, she shifted. "Haven't you had your fun already?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed and voice restrained. "I really need you badly." It was laughable, Sevika's deep voice speaking to you in that meek tone.

You slapped her cock, watching as it wobbled and got back to its original erect position. Sevika bit her bottom lip to suppress a whimper. "Lewd girl." You tutted. "Who do you think you are, speaking to mommy like that? I think you should be taught some proper manners so you don't act like a bitch in heat 24/7." Your thumb rubbed over the tip, her reddened and very wet slit, "Think I should lock this pretty little thing up, hm?"

Sevika's grey eyes widened, getting glossy just with the thought of being denied her relief for so long because of her impatience. "I'm sorry, mommy." She whispered. "Please." She looked up at you, bottom lip pouted out, "Please, don't do that. I promise, I'll behave."

"You will, huh? You promise?" You stroked a finger down her making her whimper. Sevika was such a submissive little slut for you, all she wanted to do was please you and you couldn't help finding that endearing. However, that didn't stop you from exploiting her submission to you.

You grabbed the ropes sitting on the bedside table, wrapping it around her legs to force them apart. "You know what to say when you want me to stop." Sevika nodded. "Words." You said with a warning tone glancing up at her.

"Yes, mommy." Sevika answered, "I know the safeword." You tightened the ropes and tied it around the wrist of her flesh arm pulling it up against the headboard, securing her. Finally, you brought the rope to her pathetic cock, tying it around the shaft and squeezing the rope around her. Sevika winced, eyes squeezing shut as she shuddered. "Mommy, please..."

You chuckled seeing more precum seeping out of her slit and bent to give it a small lick, tasting her. Sevika moaned softly feeling your tongue against her leaking cock. "Mommy, please, touch me." Sevika said, "Touch me and make me feel good, mommy. Please. Please..."

You sighed dramatically before bringing your pretty manicured hand upto her cock, giving it slow strokes. "You're so spoiled with all of mommy's mercy, huh?" Your fingers wrapped around the base, thumb teasing one of the veins that popped.

"Well, I guess, since you're begging so much, it's only mommy's responsibility to make you cum as many times as your little body desires." Sevika stared at you with slight confusion but then gasped and moaned feeling you sucking the tip of her cock, stroking it with your hand as you did. Your tongue rolled over her slit, collecting her juice and "Mm"ing at the taste of it.

Sevika's legs struggled against the ties as she trembled beneath your heavenly touch, when the warmth of your mouth completely engulfed her shaft, she let out the breathiest moan ever, "Cumming." She warned, her eyes closing. Goodness, she was so sensitive. Cumming from just a few minutes of stroking and licking.

Sevika now wished she patiently took all your teasing instead of begging you to touch her. It was overwhelming, the amount of pleasure she felt. But she still wanted more. Sevika was completely sex drunk, rutting her hips up desperately as she struggled to get you to touch her more.

"You still wanna cum?" You taunted making Sevika whine. She tensed when she felt your lips make contact with her shaft again, opening to let her in your mouth. "Gonna cum again for mommy?" You asked as your other hand played with her balls.

Sevika nodded desperately. "Yes, yes, please!" She moaned loudly as ropes of semen, albeit a bit weary, shot out of her cock. She was a trembling mess. But you didn't care. She wanted to cum, didn't she?

"Don't do that, I'm sensitive." Sevika whined feeling your hand continue stroking her even after she had come undone several times before. You only slapped her shaft again before squeezing it slightly. "You wanted to cum, now you'll keep cumming until I'm satisfied."

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[venomvalley]

FESTIVAL FUN

sevika x fem!reader | 2.3k words

SUMMARY: You love celebrating Valentine's Day. On the other hand, Sevika hates it, but she goes along with your plans anyway—so why not show her some appreciation for her efforts? Yes, you have steamy sex in a photo booth.

TAGS: 18+ only! modern zaun, girlfriends being cute and in love, semi-public sex, oral (sev!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), scent kink if you squint

NOTES: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BESTIES!!! barely got this out in time but i STILL DID IT!! this was based off a request that i tweaked to fit vday cause it was way too perfect

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It's Valentine's Day, the most loving day of the year. The lower streets of Zaun gleam with gaudy pink and red neon lights, buildings bathed in streamers and ribbons—decorations put up by the local teenagers (that technically count as vandalism without the approval of the city). Coincidentally the only demographic truly excited for the holiday.

Well. Teenagers and you.

Sevika couldn't give a damn, but she loves you enough to let you drag her through the streets to soak up the atmosphere of the recently-renovated Lanes. A local festival came to the area two days ago in honor of the holiday—your true destination, but you can't resist a detour through the market to sniff out the best-looking goods. Heart-shaped sweetbread, heart-shaped cookies, noodle bowls topped with heart-shaped mystery meat. Food served in pink and red ceramic, heart-patterned wrapping paper, topped with pretty bows.

Midway through your apple tart, you glance over at her as she takes a seat beside you on the stoop of the shop's entrance. The crowd passes in a blur, laughing and yelling and celebrating the advent of the weekend. Grumpy as always, she schools her expression into something a bit more chipper (if you can call the awkward stretch of her lips chipper) when she catches your eye.

"I know what you're gonna say," you begin, nudging her with your shoulder as you unwrap more of your food. "I'm a little too old to be excited about shit like this."

She shrugs, head turning to survey the crowd. "As long as you like it, honey."

Sacrificing her own wants just to see you happy? Yeah, that's the purest form of love you can think of. The kind of love you expect from her—actions over words, meaningful in the most discreet of ways. Never possessed a flair for the dramatics for the entirety of your relationship, no extravagant gifts or public displays.

She loves from the shadows. A quiet, tender thing to behold.

You take another bite, the heat of spice-cinnamon prickling your tongue. "How sweet of you."

"I could be sweeter if we actually made it to the festival before nightfall."

"I wasn't aware we were on a schedule."

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

You pause for a moment, brows ticking up as you finish your last bite. "That's a good point, actually."

So after you throw away your wrapper, you set off for the festival with a relieved Sevika in tow, and you absolutely don't get distracted a single time. She definitely doesn't have to steer you back on track when you reach the cute display of Valentine's Day jewelry, or the expensive flower booth with bouquets imported from Piltover.

The festival grounds themselves adapt to the tightly-packed streets of Zaun, rides delegated to one main road, then food stalls on another, then local merchants lining a nearby intersection. A beautiful, lively sight to behold. Unbearably loud with the whirring of mechanisms and the screaming children. The air thickens with the smell of grease and fried food, churning your stomach as you pass through the crowd to check out the rides.

And then you spot it. A photo booth tucked into the corner, painted in streaky pink, two young girls stumbling out of it on your approach. It's a bulky thing made of metal, the door flimsy when you pop it open. You slot a few cogs into the machine, directly beneath a PAY HERE sign beside the entrance, and the inside hums to life with a white glow.

"What are you doing?" Sevika calls from a few feet away, hands outstretched in confusion.

You turn to her, stepping into the booth. "When was the last time we took pictures together?"

"Never."

"Exactly, so get your ass in here."

The space was already a tight fit before she squeezed herself inside, and now the both of you brush elbows as the screen in front of you mirrors the scene. A large reflective lens directly above it blinks a steady blue light.

"This is stupid," she grumbles, knocking into you when she crosses her arms.

"It's romantic."

"I'm already sweating."

"You'll live."

She turns to you with a furrow-browed pout just as a countdown begins on the screen. You jump to attention, smoothing down your shirt and fixing her bob of dark hair.

"Okay," you say, "let's do this."

5…

You lean into her and flash a toothy smile at the camera, arms curling around her waist.

4…

In the preview screen, she looks down at you with a wrinkled brow, refusing to move.

3…

"Smile, Sevika," you hiss through grit teeth, jostling her body with your own.

2…

A set of fingers suddenly dig into your side, wriggling at your most sensitive patch of skin—

1…

You collapse against her in a fit of laughter just as the shutter snaps in a beam of blinding white light, and you reach for her hand with a mirthy squeal.

She releases you after a moment, the space too tight for her to sidestep your irritated swat to her ass (a lot less punishing from your leftover giggles). "We paid money for these pictures, Sev! The first one's gonna be awful!"

"Isn't the whole point of this shit to have fun?" A roll of her eyes as she pulls you close yet again. "Relax."

The countdown begins once more, and a wandering hand cups the swell of your ass. You jolt, hips twisting to escape her reach, but the small space leaves you little room to maneuver.

"I swear to Janna, I'm gonna kill you—"

She cuts you off with a rough kiss pressed to your lips, chuckling against your mouth, an arm curling around your back to glue your chest to hers. The shutter of the camera paints the booth in bright light for a split second, and she pulls away with a smug grin. Grey eyes crinkled at the outer corners, sweat beading on the bridge of her nose, unbelievably proud of herself.

"You weren't kidding about the sweat, huh?" you ask, tone tinged with a teasing edge as you wipe a thumb down her nose.

The mirth fades from her face as her expression falls then morphs into a comically deep frown. "Not funny."

Her shenanigans continue through two more pictures, with you joining in. For the third, you bite the arm she throws over your shoulder, hard enough for her to recoil away. For the fourth, you're locked in a standing wrestling match that she, of course, wins.

With a metallic whine, the pictures slowly print out of a slot below the screen, which flashes with a cheesy thank you message surrounded by popping hearts. Each photo is filled with smiles—smug grins, gummy laughs, love stamped onto a laminated page. So much better than the stiff poses you tried to go for.

"So. Did I ruin it?" she asks, chin hooked over your shoulder, hand soft on your waist.

"Okay, I admit I was wrong." A thumb traces around the pink border. "I love them." You turn in her hold and pull her down for a soft, tender kiss. "Thank you."

Her lips twitch into a smile, then she pulls you closer as your arms curl around her neck. "You owe me."

"Do I?"

"Mhm," she hums against your jaw, nipping her teeth over your pulse. "We'll be here the rest of the night. No time to actually celebrate."

Her libido is nothing to scoff at, and it's been this way since you've known the woman. Not like you'd ever complain. At times, you probably beat her out (no, you definitely do. she's told you on multiple occasions that another round might actually kill her).

"This is the celebration."

"Not for me."

You roll your eyes, but arch your back into the hand currently unbuttoning your shirt. The air inside the booth blisters your skin, long-since thickened from shared body heat, and the removal of your clothing gives you little relief. She tugs up your bra then latches onto a flat nipple as you work to unclasp the toggles of her top. A difficult task given the wet heat of her mouth, tongue swirling around the hardening bud.

You trap a moan behind clenched-shut teeth and shove the shirt from her shoulders. Whisper, "Fuck—Sev—okay—" to redirect her attention away from your sensitive tits.

She pulls away with a soft pop then catches your lips with hers. Licks into your mouth as you press your bodies together, tacky with a sheen of sweat, skin soft and unbearably warm. She seeks to devour you, a pent-up need that she never even voiced finally rising to the surface. Your back clangs against the metal wall with a dull thud, and shaking hands make quick work of the buttons on your pants.

The first touch of her fingers against your pussy—thick and calloused and deliciously agile—leaves your jaw dropping, and she moves her kisses to trail along your thumping pulse. Circles a fingertip around the bud of your clit, and your knees would give out if not for the way you cling to her shoulders, arms tight over her back.

You know you have to be quick and quiet, and that pressure lingers in the back of your mind even as the heat in your gut begins to coil.

"Relax," she whispers, breath ghosting hot over the shell of your ear. "It's just us."

She knows you too well. Noticed the roadblock in your brain, felt the tension in your muscles when the thought first popped up, and she soothes it away with a few calming words and a grounding kiss.

Gods, how did you get so lucky?

Everything is heat. Broiling, visceral heat—between your legs, her slick cheek against yours, the muscled planes of her stomach that you smooth a palm over. She smells like sweat and smoke and something so Sevika that it makes you dizzy.

Staying quiet gets harder when she runs two fingers over the entrance of your pussy, noisy and wet, and she huffs a laugh against your cheek. Slides a slicked-up finger inside you, and you almost jump clear to the ceiling in celebration. Just what you needed, a thick, long solution to the emptiness, and you reach down to play with your clit.

"Another," you say, tilting your hips forward in a silent plea.

When she adds a second, it doesn't take long for you to cum, insides clenching tight and rhythmic around her, teeth a heavy bite on her shoulder to muffle your moans.

You pull away from each other when your body sags against the wall, both of you breathing heavy, bathed in a fresh sheen of sweat. (So much damn sweat.)

"Fuck, it's hot in here," you huff, barely taking the time to recover before you turn her around and press her against the wall.

"You'll live," she says with a grin, and yeah—you deserve that.

The space is small, but just large enough for you to fall to your knees without feeling cramped. You work on undoing the clasps of her pants before tugging them down her thick thighs, a task made harder by the wet slip of her skin. Out of nowhere, she fits her fingers between your teeth, musky with the taste of you, a string of slick connecting them that you immediately lap up.

You run your fingers down the curls of fur on her mound then tease your thumb over the hood of her puffy clit, spit pooling on your tongue as her fingertips tease the sheathe of your throat. Searing eye contact as you push her wrist away then dive into her pussy, so wet you can't help but moan, the sound muffled by her flesh.

Her hand presses to the back of your head, trapping you in place with a shaky exhale as you wriggle your tongue against the entrance of her pussy. You love eating her out. Can't get enough of her smell and taste, the way she clings to you all needy from overwhelm. Always so wet for you, slick enough to drown in.

Above everything, she makes you feel wanted. Pretty.

You flatten your tongue then lick over her clit, adjusting your rhythm to the subconscious rocking of her hips. With hands curled around the back of her thighs, you brace yourself, tugging her closer, the sudden clench of her cunt punching a whine from your chest.

She cums on your face with a sharp hiss, body curling toward your head, muscles twitching beneath your hands. Your shoulder aches from the sudden force of her grip, and then she's pushing you away with a heavy exhale. You suck in a lung-filling breath as she soothes a hand over yours, the lower half of your face soaked from nose to chin. Best part of eating her out, in your opinion.

"Shit," she says, eyes bleary and lidded, utterly spent after her orgasm. "I need a second."

You can't help but smile in triumph, reaching for your shirt on the floor to wipe your face with (that'll need an immediate wash when you get home). For a moment, you consider the consequences of walking around the Lanes smelling like a brothel, then remember that it's the Lanes—much worse smells permeate this part of the city than sex.

At her request, you help with her shirt, fingers a bit more shaky than expected. You smooth down each other's hair, fix your clothes, and after one final, long kiss, you're ready to leave.

With an awkward clear of your throat, you open the door and step out of the booth, glancing around the crowd to make sure nobody catches your eye. Luckily, everyone busies themselves with the festivities, too tunnel-visioned to take note of their surroundings. Thank Janna. You might collapse and die of humiliation if a family of four stood right outside, subject to the suspicious rocking of the booth.

Or maybe you're a bit paranoid about being caught doing something naughty.

But Sevika doesn't give a shit. She steps up beside you with a sniffle and begins fanning her shirt with a hand. Says, "Hot as hell in there," before moving along.

All you can do is follow in awestruck adoration.

Ah, how you love the Day of Love.

[atomicami]

threesome with bfm!abby + her best friend sevika (aka me trying to make a crossover happen)

18+ only minors DNI

it honestly wasn’t planned, to say the least. before you left with your boyfriend to attend a friend’s birthday party, you had the courtesy of meeting his mother’s best friend, sevika.

“so this must be the not-so-lucky girlfriend, yeah?” she asks before turning her head to abby, to which she nods. “hey there, pretty girl. name’s sevika.” she says, offering her hand out to you.

you blush at the name she gives you and reach out to shake her hand. her palm had felt so large and warm in yours, almost like abby's, but maybe a little bit bigger. you let go of her hand, and you can't help but curiously look at her other arm, seeing that it’s entirely replaced with a metal prosthetic.

sevika catches your glance shifting and she looks down at her arm. "oh, this?" she says, looking back up at you. "i lost it about a decade ago, but i’m alright though. besides…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “my other one still works just as good.” she says with a wink. you got the joke behind that, of course. but what you didn’t know was that you were going to be the one she’d use that hand on.

fast forward to now, and you’ve wound up in bed with two of the finest, most masculine women you could ever imagine yourself with. you’re trapped in between them, sitting in abby’s lap with your back against her chest while sevika was resting in between your legs and eating your pussy out in a painfully slow, yet rough manner.

“sevika, i said be gentle,” abby says from behind, gently caressing your breasts as she watches sevika’s movements. “i told you she’s sensitive.”

sevika grunts back at her, briefly removing her mouth off of your throbbing clit to speak to her. “where’s the fun in that, anderson?” she replies as she inserts a second finger into your soaked cunt, admiring how you squirmed and whined at her touch. “look at how much she likes it…pretty girl seems to be enjoying herself from the looks of it.”

while abby and sevika may present themselves in similar ways, you realize that they are both completely different in bed. abby was the gentle type, who’d always touch you and handle your body with care as if you were a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. sevika, on the other hand, was the opposite. she’s been manhandling the hell out of your thighs and pussy for the past ten minutes now, as if you had now turned into a ragdoll that could be easily thrown around the bed.

but if there’s one thing the two women have in common…it’s that making you cum was their number one priority.

“you okay, beautiful?” abby purrs into your ear, gently planting kisses on the back of your neck as sevika continued to finger your cunt. “is sevika taking good care of you?”

you nod with a whine, and while abby took that as a valid answer, sevika sure didn’t. her metal hand gripped your inner thigh harshly, causing you to jerk back at her. “answer her question, sweetheart.” she mused, her steel gray eyes staring you down.

“y-yes! please keep going sev…” you whine out to her. sevika hummed, bringing her gaze back down to your pussy. “such a pretty pussy, baby… it’s crazy how anderson’s kid can get to taste this whenever he wants.”

“yeah, about that…” abby chimes in, stifling a laugh. “it’s just me who does that. andrew always refuses to do it.”

sevika scoffed and shook her head in disbelief, her flesh fingers slowing down their movements inside you. “you’re fucking lying.” her eyes shift back to you. “she’s lying, right?”

you look down at sevika with a straight face, slowly shaking your head. “it’s true…h-he never does…”

sevika couldn’t help herself. she starts to laugh, still unable to wrap her head around it. “jesus, anderson, your kid is pretty stupid for that. who wouldn’t wanna get a taste of this gorgeous girl?” she leans in and licks another stripe up your pussy, letting out a groan as she savored the arousal that caught on her tastebuds. “she tastes like fucking heaven.”

“that’s exactly what i told her,” abby replied. “but what can i say? he gets his self-absorption from his father, and i sure can’t fix his stupidity either.”

you whined as your pussy clenched tightly around sevika’s fingers. it felt insane to think about it, but the fact that abby and sevika were talking shit about your boyfriend like this couldn’t help but turn you on even more.

however, sevika was quick to feel your actions as her gaze drops back down to your pussy. “did you just clench around me?” she asks, looking back up at you. her fingers began to speed up a little now, causing a whimper to escape from your throat as you clutch onto abby’s bicep. “seems like she’s getting off on hearing us talk shit about her useless boyfriend.”

abby chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek. “it’s because she knows it’s true. besides, she’s got two women right here who’s gonna give her all the pleasure her body needs tonight.”

sevika smirks, spreading your thighs out farther for her. “in that case, you better buckle up, princess…because we’re just getting started.”

yeah so anyways…i kinda want to make a full fic of this…should i make a full fic of this??

[doiliedaze]

All Night Long

Warnings: high sex, eating out (sev receiving), orgasm denial, soft dom! Sevika, sub! Reader

Genre: smut

A/N: obviously I’ve been having Sevika brainrot but I want to write a softer Sevika so here you guys go hope you enjoy it…I also have been thinking about eating her out so that’s what really fueled this lol. Reader has braids in this, you can imagine any style or length!!

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You only get high with Sevika, it’s the best experience! You’re cozy in the bed with pre-rolled blunts. She got rose petal papers like you asked, your argument that it makes it more smokeable!

Needing to be close to you, Sevika wrapped herself around you and lit the blunt for you both. “Please remember don’t let the blunt tunnel!” She sighs. “Shush and gimme” you say with a big smile.

You place your glossed lips on the blunt and inhale. Your not new to blunts but you suck on the inhale so you prefer edibles.

Wanting to be a tease you lean your head up and blow the smoke in her face causing a small smile showing off her gap teeth.

The blunt was passed and movies were watched. You press your back into her chest and play with her fingers. Your minds are hazy and you can feel her relax against you. “Vika?”

“Mhm” she rubs her face against yours and squeezes you.

“Lay back for me please”

“Yes ma’am” she says slyly

Your tummy tightens just hearing those words.

She lays back for you and pulls you onto her hips. “Strip” you said in unison and laugh. You place your forehead against hers and whisper an I love you.

Her soft lips reach yours and slowly the giggles turn into moans.

Your fingers rub on the outside of her boxers feeling a wet spot. “Already?”

“Shut up” she snorts then moans as you bite her neck.

Your kisses trail down her body and you kiss her happy trail. She ties your braids back so they’d be out your way. “Thank you lovely.” You say with a smile as you pull down her boxers and attach your mouth to her clit.

As you lick and suck on her clit you push two fingers inside her fat cunt slowly pumping in and out.

“Look at me baby” she says shakily.

You do as you continue your movements. Sevika caresses your face. “My girl is so beautiful- fuck.” She moans closing her eyes as you bite at her clit then kiss it. Her pussy is dripping in arousal and already swollen.

She starts to grind against your face wanting friction. “Stop for a second.” Sevika says catching her breath. Her pussy is pretty sensitive and the weed wasn’t helping so her thighs were already shaking.

Sevika guides you to lay down and she sits on your face. You grip her toned thighs clawing at them a little as she lowers her cunt.

She presses down to make sure your slightly suffocated, “fuck such a good girl f’me” she slurs as her hips bounce back and forth.

Your mouth was engulfed by her pussy your tongue was thrusting as much as it could. Your main goal is to please her the best way you can and if that means she rides your face all night long so be it.

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A/N: one more fic then I’ll give y’all a break from my constant posting lol

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven

(Dividers- @dollywons)

[archangeldyke-all]

jinx teasing sev and saying that she wouldn’t be able to survive a week without kissing r bc she’s “whipped”

sev takes that to heart and in fact does try to prove jinx wrong, but the second she sees r’s sweet and confused face at her dodging the kiss she breaks and apologizes and promises to make it up to her bc lets be honest sev wouldn’t be able to go even a day without kissing her precious gf

GOD i'm gonna make this roach verse.

i'll give a vague explanation below the cut so people who aren't familiar with that fic and still want to read this blurb can have context

men and minors dni

ok all u need to know is that sevika and reader had a whole enemies to lovers thing when reader got hired as jinx's (age 11ish in this blurb) nanny. they're madly in love now, and sevika has learned to tolerate (love) jinx too.

what sevika doesn't know is that you've been in on it from the start.

jinx was teasing you, about the kisses you're always pressing on sevika's cheeks and the way you're always tucking her loose hairs behind her ears, and you got flustered and blurted "at least i'm not as bad as sevika!"

jinx, of course, cackled and agreed with you, then she asked, "you think you can get her to buy us jericho's tonight?"

you giggled and ruffled her hair. "probably. you wanna have some fun with it though?" you asked.

which is how you're here.

jinx made a bet with sevika that she couldn't last more than a day without kissing you. sevika, of course, took the bait-- desperate to prove jinx wrong without thinking through the consequences.

consequences being, of course, your pout when she dodges your kiss at lunch. (jinx is hiding her giggles behind her hand. sevika is hiding her own pout behind hers.)

you try again when she helps you and lock clear the plates after the gang eats. (jinx tags along, carrying a singular fork as her version of 'helping'-- just to see if sevika fails on her bet) sevika ignores your attempted forehead kiss, making a u-turn and practically running back out into the bar.

and then, you bring out the puppy eyes.

standing just outside of jinx's room while she 'reads her books' you confront sevika. she cringes the moment she sees you, and you just sigh. "sev..."

"baby, c'mere." she sighs, wrapping her arms around you, folding immediately. if you focus, you think you can hear jinx hyperventilating from holding her laughs in her room. "i made this dumbass bet with jinx that i could go the whole day without kissing you, and i didn't get the chance to let you in on it without the brat around." she pouts. you blink up at her, trying to make your eyes as big as possible.

before you can speak, sevika darts down to kiss you. you can't help but giggle against her lips. when she pulls away, you finally sigh.

"i guess that's alright."

"it's not." she kisses you again. "i felt like i was stubbing my toe each time i dodged you." she pecks you once more. you start to giggle. "what can i do to make it up to you?" she asks.

in her room, you hear jinx's muffled "fuck yes!"

you just bat your eyes at sevika. "wanna take me to jericho's for dinner tonight?"

sevika nods. "do we have to bring the brat?"

you chuckle. "duh. it's her favorite, she'd kill us if we went without her."

"fine." sevika sighs, kissing you one last time before turning around and marching away-- off to do whatever job silco's got her on today.

jinx's door flies open, and the girl comes flying out, cackling manically. "we did it!"

"i told you we could." you say, ruffling her bangs. you pull her to your side and start walking the pair of you toward the stairs. "c'mon. dinner's not 'til late and i'm hungry. wanna share some flamers?" you ask. jinx nods, giving you a quick hug before darting off and scrambling down the stairs toward the kitchen.

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[orphicsun]

Hi! I love all your work sm I just had to say that first 💕💕

I wanted to know if I could request something nsfw with sevika disciplining the reader, sevika is Silcos second hand and the reader messes up a mission or something and silcos sends sevika to correct the behavior🤭🤭

Content: Fingering (R! receiving), edging / slight orgasm denial, Sevika and her trusty cigar (I personally hate smoke but I had to make this accurate), spit kink, dom! Sevika and submissive reader, Sevika is rough with reader but it's all consensual, degradation + praise we love to see it

HII THANK YOU!! Your support means sm to me as a writer<3 This is my first time writing for Sevika which surprises me because I literally love her so much but I hope it's good:) Everyone thank anon for suggesting this

Sevika had you completely nude on her lap, pussy dripping down onto the thigh you were straddling. Three of her fingers were deep inside you, filling you to the brim. The thing was, she just wasn't moving them.

"S-Sev!! Please, just fuck me.." You whine, sounding almost comedically pathetic.

Sevika doesn't budge, though. You can only see the slight tug up-ward at her lips, a slightly cocky smile as she takes a drag off of her cigar to bluster smoke onto your unfortunately tortured face.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Only good girls who do the one thing they were told to do get fucked by me." She only curls her fingers upwards towards you g-spot, teasing you before once again not making a single movement. You practically sob at the sudden jolt of heat that her action sends through you, grasping onto her even more tightly than you already are.

It's pathetic how she so effortlessly has you screaming from just her fingers being inside you. You know you can't cum from that alone, and you can't even move because you know that if you do, you'll have no chance of redemption from her at all. You hate this more than you'd hate regular punishments. Maybe if she had you disciplined like Silco intended, then you wouldn't be so goddamn embarrassing, walls tightening around her fingers, your body involuntarily begging to be given release. Instead, you're tortured in the best way possible. You wish she'd just send you to do some dirty job instead of this.. but you still feel so filled up.

Sevika kills the cigar, putting it out on the table so that she can grip your face tightly in her metallic hand. "You fucked up today," her voice is suddenly more less teasing and more actual scolding because as much as she'd like to just fuck you as a punishment, you won't learn from it. "You could've had us all jeopardized, you know that?"

You wince as her grip tightens and try to nod, to focus on the suddenly serious conversation even with her warm, calloused hands sending slight spasms of pleasure throughout your pussy every time there's a slight movement. "I know, and I promise I won't do it again!" You try to get the rest of your speech out without any unnecessary noises, "Please, Sev.. It was a mistake."

Her eyes soften just slightly, but her grip remains. "Open your mouth. Right now." You oblige so quickly, opening wide and sticking your tongue out because you know what's to come. Sevika spits directly onto your awaiting tongue and you swallow without hesitation. She finally smiles with a the warmth of satisfaction showing through the lines, and you feel so much relief.

Sevika may be harsh with you and intimidating, particularly hot, but she still cared about you. She was worried about you, to put it plainly. She saw you as her girl to take care of, and if Silco was the one disciplining you, it wouldn't be sexy. It'd be actual physical torture. She had to keep you safe from that, and meant making sure you fuck up less. It meant at least trying to get you to listen, even during these intense sessions.

"Good girl. You wanna cum now, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. Please.." Your body is begging to cum, after all the talk and lecture portion of this 'punishment', what you really need is the reward part. Sevika is so gracious, giving you a small smack on the ass with her shimmer-powered arm to get a cute squeak out of you.

"Ride my fingers, baby." And like the good girl that you are, you quickly make sure to grasp onto her shoulders for support grind against her fingers as they pump up into your drenched cunt on their own, curling so perfectly against your walls to make you see stars.

"F-Fuck!! Sev-" You can't even moan out her whole name, your body feeling so much relief all at once and yet not enough, "Fuck, you're fillin' me so nice." You know you should have some dignity and not let yourself scream say such lewd things, not hump her hand like a desperate dog, but you can't help it. She's watching your expressions, listening to your words and you can't disappoint her. You need to cum all over her knuckles.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Her voice, so deep and lovely just sends you right over whatever cliff was in your way of cumming.

"I'm cumming, Sev!!" Your walls clench and squeeze at her fingers as she pounds them knuckle-deep into your hole, causing your thighs to quiver and almost threaten to give out. Still, all you can focus on is the revelry she sends through your entire body which each wave of pleasure. It's almost mind-numbing and all you can think to yourself is, "I am never gonna fuck up another mission again." You'd be sure not to if it meant that Sevika would fuck you like this anytime you wanted to until your orgasm finally left your body, until your cunt that was so greedy for her was finally satisfied.

Maybe that was the point, though. Sevika wasn't stupid. If she withheld from you long enough, you'd eventually break. This was your break. And she was proven to be right, because the next few missions following were smooth sailing, and every time you needed some encouragement, she'd just fuck you senseless until you remembered to be more careful.

[aphroditesmoon]

smoke signals (part i)

lighthouse keeper!sevika x selkie!reader

summary: sevika is content with her life, the loneliness that comes with her job is inevitable. but then one day, as she reaches the peak of mundanity, almost turning towards insanity, you appeared. cold, quiet, clueless, sea-sent you, like a wish fulfilment for her.

warnings: selkie!reader, reader has selective mutism. soft!sev, sev curses a lot.

a/n: i promise the next part will be more interesting lol.

taglist: @lilredbird101 <3

PART 2 PART 3

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Sevika must be dreaming. The air felt warmer today. Which was impossible. The air out here has always and will always be brutally cold. almost painful to the skin without a protective layer.

And yet today, she extends her arm out of the square hole carved on the rough tall walls of the tower and felt it, the slight heat coming from the outside wind, almost undetectable. But Sevika detected it. She never missed a thing.

Not a hard thing to do when you're forced to live in an isolated space on your own. Sure sometimes Vander and his daughters would make a trip in their old ragged boat with supplies or to help take her back to town to stock up, but those monthly visits move quickly. She would always regret not saying more, or looking longer once they'd bring her back after the trip.

Sevika decided she would cherish the little gift of warmth by the sun by going out to rest against the rusty railing and felt its light on her face. The wind was still incredibly chilly, but she adapted. Closing her eyes, her lids have painted her vision red as she lets out a slow somber sigh.

Most people think working here as a lighthouse keeper must be a gift. being able to stay so close to waters, the peace and tranquility that comes with it. And they aren't completely wrong.

Sevika isn't a people person, and so yes, she appreciated the silence. But sometimes it gets too much, too quiet. And when she reaches that point, she she could hear every tiny little noise the walls and the floorboards make and it drives her mad.

And it's worse when it's raining thunderstorms. The waves would lash out against the sky so strongly, she could've sworm she heard a voice calling for her from the sea.

But today, the weather is good, and the deep sinking feeling in her chest isn't as persistent as it usually is.

A loud but distant growling, lapping sound fills her eardrums. Sevika looked down and smiled at the source of the noise. The greyish, wide eyed seal from inside the water, greets her joyfull. The sight was so endearing, it had manage to warm the woman's solid heart.

Seals aren't completely a rare sight. Sevika has been working here for over a year, and has so far spotted them for about a few times now. They don't stay close or linger long, but are always an enjoyable company.

"Fancy seeing you here, little guy." Sevika yelled down, aware of the irony in referring the enlarged seal as "little."

The seal shook it's body as if agreeing before diving back unto the water, and jumping back out with a splash pulling a grin out of Sevika. "A show? All for me?" She joked with it, well entertained.

The adorable seal let out another growl-like squeal before it made its way back underneath the clear blue waters and disappeared from Sevika's line of sight.

The deep sinking feeling in her chest returned. She sighed tiredly. There goes her only friend.

Perhaps she'll spend her evening sketching again. She isn't exactly a connoisseur of art, but she was skilled enough for it to be a worthy hobby. Her bedside wall is filled with her little drawings of the seashells she had found, the lighthouse tower itself, the view of the sea from inside the window. She should add a seal to her collection, she thought.

Walking herself back into the enclosed space, Sevika decided that there wasn't really anything she could do about that hollow feeling inside of her chest. It was like a boulder that sat on top of all her other feelings. She would describe the feeling as, "it's like you're mourning all the could've beens and what have beens."

Climbing up the small staircase leading to her bedroom, she changed her mind back to the seals, letting the wide eyed creature's face dominates her thoughts.

---

It's 7:45 PM, her wristwatch read. Sevika shoved her sketches aside on her desk and gave herself a light slap on the face to wake herself up before she stood up and began walking downstairs.

She needed to cook something up for dinner. To eat and to have something warm in her arms again. If you thought the air in the afternoon is cold, then you'll never survive the air in the evening and night.

Sevika reached her small but sufficiant kitchen and began boiling herself some eggs to go with her rice. The meals here are repetitive, but you'd never catch her complaining. Almost everything she does is for survival, It wasn't necessary for her to like her routines, She simply had to live through them.

Once her boiled eggs were done, the scent of the food filled the whole tower and she felt her stomach growl in automatic response. She placed her meal on the small table and let herself take a peak outside the small window that served as a balcony.

It was already so dark out. The moonlight glowed down on her dark cheeks as she gazed up, counting on how many stars she could seek out.

Sevika dipped her head down, looking into the water and felt a small relief at stillness in tonight's waves.

She stayed for a while, simply watching the large empty space that's guarding her. And then as her eyes roam, she saw it. The long, white piece of fabric that clung to the rocks of her tower.

"What the hell." She muttered under her breath. There was something else next to it. A build. Something solid. But she wasn't able to see ot clearly in the dark, It seems to hide behind the rocks.

"Fuck me." Sevika groaned. She did not want to have to go out at this time, the blistering coldness was an ass to deal with. But then again, she had to admit, this was the most exciting her life have been. So she pushed herselff of the railing and scattered down the stairs towards the entrance.

Sevika shoved the heavy metal door as strong as she coulf until it opened and then shoved the large stone on the floor in between the space so it wouldn't close. She managed to stop herself from letting out another "fucking hell" as the wind struck her unprotected arms and moved as gastas she could.

"There you are." She mumbled to herself as she picked up the wet, soggy, white fabric up in her hands. It was heavy. The fur is thick, one of a real animal's, she figured. Slinging it over her shoulder, Sevika crouched down and used her arms as stability as she pushed her face further into the rocks in front of her to study the creauture that had landed in her space.

It's a woman. Sevika's heart dropped. This isn't good. An unknown woman appearing on her rocks, passed out, only meant one thing, death. How else would you explain being able to swim this far? Sevika placed two fingers on her neck, checking her pulse. It was beating, and that was enough for her.

Sevika kneeled on the rocks and used her long arms to pull the naked woman into her arms. One her waist is safely secured around her arms and onto her lap, Sevika forced herself up and made her way back inside, kicking the rock that held the door open with one feet, and entered inside with a loud bang from the door.

She carried her limo body to the bathroom, turning her around so she'd face the floor. With the woman's back against her front, she pushed to have her choke out the sea water that would nearly suffocate her lungs. It wasn't too late, there's a pulse, it cannot be too late. Sevika would not soend the rest of her month with a corpse.

She tried the cpr again, pushing onher chest over and over until finay, the woman jerked her head up and threw up clear water out of her lungs.

The movement was sudden and short lived, she turned limp again almost immediately. Sevika twisted her around and saw that her eyes are open, but was blurry with tears. The relief of air comes with chest pains and a headache, she's sure.

"It's alright. you're alright." She assured her, holding the woman close to her. She had gotten Sevika's long sleeved shirt completely wet, but that was the least of her priorities right now.

"Can you hear me?" Sevika asked, enunciating each word slowly. She remained dazed and confused, but Sevika saw how her eyes were following the movement of her mouth. "Blink twice if you can hear me." She tried again. No respond.

"Fucking hell." Sevika groaned. Maybe she didn't understand her. "Look." Sevika commanded. pointing towards her set of eyes. She then closed her eyes tightly and opened them widely. Again, she repeated the movements.The woman was accessing her properly, that she could tell.

Even with the confusion, she seem to be able to focus on her gaze. Sevika almost gave up completely on getting a reaction, until finally, she closed her eyes tightly. It remained closed for almost a minute, her heartbeat fastens as she waits. And then her eyes opened widely, staring right into Sevika's.

A small smile slips onto Sevika's face. "That works for me.'' She said.

---

You must be mute, Sevika thought as she sat on the edge of her bed, watching over your sleeping body.

Once she had helped clean you up and changed you into something more warm and suitable, you had fallen asleep quite easily on her soft sheets, your eyes seemed tired, and with how weak and cold ypur arms and legs seemed, Sevika could only assume that you had been swimming for god knows how long towards shore.

There's must've been a shipwreck somewhere, or maybe you fell of a boat, who knows? But there was no doubt that you had been in the water for hours.

She wished she had something stronger than the little candle on the bedside to keep you warm, but this is all she could afford to offer as of now.

You've been asleep for about 4 hours now. And she had been sat across you for exactly 4 hours too. She couldn't move. Another human to look after, she wasn't sure if its a blessing or a curse.

It isn't as if she's never seen a person before, but your presence has her feet locked on the spot for some reason. You looked so at peace in her small space, taking it up like it's her own. You had a face like no one she's met too. It was as if you've been pieced together by the goddess of beaity herself.

And even though Sevika didn't want to think of that, trying to avoid feeling perdatory or absurd, it's true. You were beautiful.

Sevika shook her head, freeing herself from further thoughts and slowly helped herself up. You would be hungry when you wake up, so she should cook something up for you.

A throaty groan escaped you, Sevika stops on her tracks and turnes hee head slowly towards you. She couldn't tell if it sounded like you were wailing or barking.

"Oh, hey." Sevika whispered out, shyly smiling at you.

You snorted loudly- very unladylike, and then sniffled. "Ah you've got the flu, don't you?" She wasn't expecting you to answer her, and you didn't.

"Well that's what happen when you go out for a swim for too long." She attempted to joke and laughed dryly. She hoped she didn't offend you, but your blank stare assured her that you were completely clueless.

She didn't wait for a response as she rushed to the kitchen to crack up some boiled eggs for you. There isn't much here but eggs, bread, jam, and boxed soup. But she figured it's not like you're in any position to complain.

Sevika walked quickly, she hadn't felt this sense of urgency for ages, the feeling of necessity pulling on her heart. She's never had company over, though she doubted her social skills would come in handy with a mute girl.

Rushing back upstairs with her neatly nade boiled eggs, Sevika was surprised to find you out of bed. She panicked when seeing that only a ruffled blanket was left in your place. She turned her head first towards the open window, as if afraid you might've jumped out.

But then she finally spotted you, huddled over her bags by the window, rummaging through it like a curious squirrel.

"You." She called out, in shock. "Back on the bed you wild creature." She placed the bowl on the bedside table and went for you swiftly, pulling you back by your arms.

You made a grunting noise, and flapped your arms strongly, trying to break free. Sevika was impressed by the sheer strength you have, she had barely left you for 5 minutes, and you're already on your feet, scavenging, or thieving, she wasn't sure.

"You sure know how to make yourself at home." She muttered loud enough for your ears as she dragged you back on the bed against your will.

You didn't fight back, though you scowled snd kept growling at her. like an angry puppy.

"You're in no condition to be whining. You should be glad I didn't leave you out to die, girl." She sternly

Once she had you sat back on the bed, she helped tuck you in safely under the blanket and picked up the bowl of food, bringinh it near to your face, you sniffed it and made a face of distaste. Sevika would be offended if she weren't already amused with your peculiarity.

"Don't knock it till you try it." She said and offered it to you again

This time, you opened her mouth as she fed a spoon to you. You winced at the texture and paused chewing for a bit before slowly continuing it. "Not bad, eh?" Sevika asks with a raised brow.

You scrunched up your nose as if you understood her and let her feed you the rest of the eggs. She knew it wasn't enough to fill you up, but she wanted to see how your stomach would reactl with a little food first. If it's been a while since you ate, then its most likely your guts would need some time to process food and get used to it again without nausea and pain.

Sevika also noticed that you were no longer as pale as when she first found you. Things went by quickly. She had expected you to still be in a weaker position as you had just woken up, but you are accepting your surroundings and condition pretty well.

There wasn't even a glimpse of panic in your eyes despite the fact that you're being fed some shitty boiled eggs by a stranger in a lighthouse. Either you were extremely calculative, or extremely naive. She was willing to bet on the latter.

"You will rest here tonight." She tells you as you kept eating, completely ignoring her.

"It'll be quite a few weeks before Vander's next trip here, and I don't have any other way to reach the outside world for now, so you'll have to accommodate." She continued. You paused your eating and looked up to her, locking gazes.

A small sign of acknowledgement in your eyes before you continued eating.

Sevika let out her 500th sigh of the day and nodded to herself. "Better than nothing." She tells herself.

Once you were finished, you slowly laid your head back on the pillow, visibly getting tired again. The irony isn't lost on Sevika. She's had you for less than 10 hours, and you were already filling up the role of a lazy housecat.

There were deep parts of her mind and heart that are pushing her to start interrogating you, figure out who you are and how'd you get here. But she didn't want to spook you, and either way, your only way out of this place isn't going to be here for a while.

Sevika stood up awkwardly and looked down and at your sleepy presence, unsure of what to do next while your eyes were already droopy. “We can talk tomorrow.” She spoke aloud, more towards herself than to you.

You gave her a smile that is so soft and subtle that she almost missed it, but she never misses anything. Giving you one last nod, she left the room to sleep by the rocking chair downstairs.

[sevsdollette]

sevika teaching you how to play cards (gone horny) (nsfw, mdni)

sitting in her lap, her strap deep inside of you, and you’re losing your mind with this dull conversation about aces and flushes. she wouldn’t let you move, her metal hand firm on your hip to keep you steady and you played. your head rested back on her shoulder at every possible moment, trying to entice her to be nice to you. you could feel yourself stretched and wrapped around the wide base of the cock. your legs were spread and the front of her pants were soaked with your slick.

she was trying to tell you the rules, but you didn’t keep anything in your head for very long. you could feel her rubbing each spot inside of you with every slight movement of her hips. she had your eyes rolling back at the slightest grind of your hips back onto her. your back rested against her chest, your skin aching to take off your clothes to feel her skin against hers. she hadn’t let you get undressed at all, only pushing your panties aside under your skirt to force her strap in. and she was stubborn. she kept telling you that she’d fuck you once you won, but there was no way you were winning like this. and she knew that.

you kept losing. over and over. your cunt was actually starting to hurt with how long she was keeping you there. every tiny movement (something that should’ve felt like nothing if she were actually fucking you) made you jerk and cry from the crumb of stimulation. and the whole time, she was acting like nothing was wrong.

she let you roll your hips a bit and you moaned, relaxing back into her and trying to fight again for another undulation. “please… sev, i can’t—“

she tisked and played with her hand of cards. “it’s your turn, babe.”

you whine, head rolling on her shoulder to hide your face under her jaw. your clit was left untouched and pulsating. you were aware of every drop of wetness that dripped from your pussy. your hot breath smoothed over the skin of her neck and she shifted, raising her leg to push the strap in at a different angle.

she had you huffing, nails digging into her forearms and your share of cards falling onto the table and floor. you couldn’t think about anything but the feeling of her dick inside of you.

“too stupid to play cards with me, baby?” she teased, her arm wrapping around your waist to hold you still and close to her. you could feel your heartbeat in your core, every second she spent silent seeming like an eternity. “do you give up—“

“yes!” you pleaded. “yes, i give up. fuck me, please, sevika. i’m dying here.”

she hummed and dipped her head down, tiling your head the other way to graze your neck with her nose and kiss under your jaw.

soon enough, the table was practically broken. she stood you up and bent you over, fucking her strap into you. the first time she pulled out, your knees weakened and she had to catch you from collapsing. then she rammed back in with a cruel force that she kept up as she fucked you.

you were a blubbering mess, legs spread and shaking as your face pressed into the table. the room spun around and you felt like you couldn’t breath. your fingertips got tingly as you took everything she wanted to give you. you were at her mercy, letting her do whatever she wanted.

her hand snuck around to graze your clit and you gasped. you had no idea what thoughts were kept in your head and what you stuttered out as she teased you. she chuckled behind your ear and gave in, stroking your bud with firm, smooth motions that had your vision blurring out.

you were drunk on the feeling of everything, blacking out from pleasure as she split your apart and rolled your clit under her fingers that were dripping with your slick. maybe she was talking to you, maybe you were saying things back, but you couldn’t tell. all you cared about was your finish.

it was a crechendo crashing over you like a wave. you moaned, nails scraping the wood of the table and she fucked into you right at the perfect angle. your heavy breaths fell from your chest as all you focused on was the peak of your pleasure.

she coaxed you out of it, slowing her pumps and cradling your hips to make sure you didn’t collapse in front of her. she kissed the back of your neck and whispered sweet things in your ear before pulling out and putting your panties back into place.

everything settled away with her leading you to the sofa and letting you lie down on her chest. you’d go home eventually, but she wanted you to recuperate as she smoked a cigar, passing it to you occasionally.

maybe she’d teach you how to play cards some other time. maybe it would be just so she could see you like that again.

—-

were they playing go fish? who knows. i know nothing about cards. maybe she needs to teach me tehe.

sorry it's short this is all i have in me rn.

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