#sevika be mine pls pls pls

[rosebudprincess]

butch lesbian sevika lookalike competition in my bedroom 😋

[ecofear]

ARCANE | 2.02 Watch It All Burn

[archangeldyke-all]

could u pls do more of sevika and reader w/ a child from a past relationship which our child is jealous of both reader and sevika like sev can’t even try holding our hand cuz little fuckers will literally be demanding for sev’s hand and vice-versa

this is so. fucking. cute.

men and minors dni

there are a lot of things you didn't expect when you first introduced sevika to your kid.

you didn't expect them to get along so well so quickly. the moment they met, a bond was forged between the two that you doubt anything could break.

you didn't expect your girl to start referring to sevika as 'babe' the same way you do.

you didn't expect her to call you the same, either.

you didn't expect sevika to become so clingy and attached to your daughter, calling you every night she isn't at your place so she can talk to your girl on the phone and coming to each and every one of her school performances or conferences or field trips.

and you certainly didn't expect your little girl's jealousy.

the first time you notice it, the three of you are walking to pick up your dinner. your kid's a few feet ahead of you and sevika, jumping in puddles and stopping to examine rocks and leaves. sevika's fingers are intertwined between yours, your hands swinging between your bodies as you walk.

your girl turns around at one point, grinning as she holds up a rock she wants the two of you to look at, only for her smile to falter when she sees that you guys are holding hands. she pouts, dropping the rock to her side, and you and sev swarm around her, worried.

"what's wrong, babe?" you ask. your daughter huffs.

"stop holdin' hands without me!" she whines, smacking your joint hands with her little fists.

you laugh and let go of sevika's hand, only for your kid to shove her way between the two of your bodies. she grabs sevika's hand in her left and yours in her right, and only then does her pout lessen.

"you jealous?" sevika teases. your daughter nods.

"'s no fair! i wanna hold your hands too!"

the next time it happens, sevika's playing with your rugrat while you're cleaning up the house. you can hear the two of them laughing, and there's a soft smile on your face while you work.

sevika sneaks away a few minutes later to check in on you where you're cleaning the stovetop.

"you okay in here?" she asks. you smile and twirl around to wrap your arms around sevika's waist, burying your face against her chest. she hums and presses a kiss to your head.

"i'm good. almost done." you mumble against her.

"hey!" a little voice pipes up from behind you. you both turn to look at the entrance of the kitchen where your daughter stands, both of her hands on her hips and a furrow in her brow. "leave sevvy alone mom, it's my turn to play with her!" she shouts.

you snort, and hug sevika tighter toward your body. "you're gonna have to take her from me babe." you tease. your daughter huffs, then runs forward to grab sevika's wrist, tugging her away from you.

"c'mon sev!" she whines. sevika laughs.

"she was mine first!" you cry.

"too bad, so sad!" your daughter responds, sticking her tongue out at you. you laugh, and let go of your grip on your girlfriend, sighing.

"sorry babe, we got a game of dinosaurs to get back to." sevika says as your daughter marches her out of the kitchen. you just roll your eyes and laugh.

one night, sevika wakes you up in the middle of the night with kisses to your neck.

you smile as you roll over, capturing her lips against yours and humming happily against her mouth. she sighs.

"think you can be quiet?" she whispers as her hand trails up your bare thigh and starts fiddling with your underwear. you grin.

"can you?" you ask. sevika snorts as she shoves her hand under your waistband.

"i'm not the one who's gonna be cumming my brains out in a few minutes." she whispers.

"yeah, but you got that dirty mouth on you-- can never shut the fuck up when you got your hands on me." you tease. sevika bites your throat and you gasp.

"fuck off." she whispers as she starts rubbing circles against your clit. you bury your face against her shoulder, muffling your moans against her sleep shirt. "can't get enough of you." she mumbles. you whimper.

"you too." you say. she chuckles.

"what're you doing?" a quiet, tiny voice suddenly asks. you both gasp, sevika launches herself toward the other side of the bed and you shoot up in bed to look at your daughter.

she's standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes, her teddybear held close to her chest. you blink at her, and beside you, sevika starts to laugh.

"w-we're cuddling." you say. your daughter huffs.

"without me!?" she exclaims. you laugh and lean back down against the bed.

"c'mon." you say, resigned to the fact that you likely won't be cumming your brains out anytime soon.

your daughter laughs and launches herself into your bed, cuddling up against your side, then tugging sevika toward her.

"c'mon sevvy, you gotta make me a sandwich!" she demands. sevika laughs as she rolls over, holding your daughter from the other side, the two of you squishing her between you. she sighs happily. "that's better." she says. you snort, and press a kiss to her head, and sevika follows suit, kissing her cheek before settling down against bed.

"goodnight kid." sevika whispers.

"night sevvy. night mom."

"g'night babies." you reply.

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

[ijwrsmff]

OMG YES!!!

I don’t know if your requests for yandere arcane is still open so disregard this if it isn’t.

Yandere Silco/Viktor x GN!reader (romantic, feel free to pick between the two men, I love both of them)

I wanna see them react to insecure reader being harassed for their insecurity in person and how they deal with the situation + manipulate it to their advantage in a way to get the reader closer to them.

Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day!!!

LOVE THIS IDEA!

I'm not the biggest Viktor person, but a yandere version of him? Now that I can get behind. Can you tell Silco is my #1?

I did this as headcanons, in the form of bullet points, I hope that's okay! Thank you for requesting!

(Traces of Jinx in Silco's section)

Silco:

When one of Silco’s men made an odd comment about you while you were in Silco’s office…he genuinely had no idea how to respond for several moments

Was this man really so stupid…so ignorant as to say something like that not only in front of you, but in front of him?

“Come here.” He said, in a cold and unwavering voice to the man

He was confused but got closer anyways

Silco moved quicker than any of you knew he could, and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt

“Tsk tsk tsk. And here I thought you showed promise.” He let go, shoving the man into the chair across from his desk

You could hear Jinx giggling above you, as she watched with anticipation

You were just…hurt

How come he picked at the one thing you were most sensitive about?

You looked at the scene in front of you, confused and anxious to see what was about to happen

It was no secret to you that Silco ran a…minorly illegal business

To say the least

But he rarely showed you just how bad it could get, so for the most part you had no idea

You were about to find out though

Silco gestured for Sevika to block the door, and it made the man antsy in his chair

He then looked up to Jinx, and nodded

She knew what to do

Silco then grabbed you as Jinx hopped down, and pressed himself against you

Your back was to his chest, and you were now sitting in his lap observing what was about to happen

The man screamed as Jinx kicked his shin hard enough to break it

She pulled out one of her guns, and started shooting across his arms and legs

The most twisted part of it all was that…he was alive. He could feel every shot into his body

Jinx giggled and put pressure on some of the wounds, as the man screamed…and screamed…and screamed

“See darling? This is what happens when someone crosses me.” He whispered into your ear

You were terrified, the display being so cruel and brutal that you were left in shock

He spoke once more, but this time to the man crying and screaming across from you

“Apologize. To them, not to me.” He smiled coldly over your shoulder, wrapping both his arms around you, keeping you locked in place

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN, PL-”

Jinx let off one more round, straight into his torso

She giggled again, and shrugged, saying “Oops! Not good enough!” 

As the man fell to the ground, you nearly started sobbing

Silco felt this, and put a hand over your eyes, which only made you more terrified

“It’s okay…as long as you’re with me, not a single soul can bring you harm. I will punish anyone without any remorse for hurting you.” 

His breath was hot on your ear, and he chuckled. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll protect you. No matter the consequence.” 

Viktor:

You had been with Viktor a few months, and he was just…so sweet

Something in you had those alarm bells going off, but you brushed it aside as anxiety

He was always pretty protective of you, but generally much more laid back about it than some

You didn’t realize just the severity of it until today

You and him were walking, as he liked to do

Sure, his leg was real bad but he always said exercise would help eventually

He had his cane as usual, and you were both chatting away

It was peaceful…for now

A man you’d never seen before came up to you, and said something cruel about an insecurity you tried to hide all your life

The tears fell, and Viktor froze on the spot

Within seconds, Viktor went from looking at you, to the man

“That wasn’t nice…I’m going to request you apologize.” He smiled at you, and held your hand, barely paying attention to the man

“Why would I? Piss off.” The man said, and he went to walk away but Viktor spun around and slammed the cane into the back of the man’s knee

“What the-THIS ISN’T WHAT-” He was cut off when the cane struck his stomach

Viktor hit him, a good few more times before he stopped, leaving the man with at least a couple broken bones

He winced, knowing he overworked himself again

You just stared, how could he hurt someone like that?

“Ah…” He mumbled, leading you away from the scene

“I’m sorry love…When I saw you cry I just snapped.” He looked sheepish, but something in your mind screamed “RUN!” 

You ignored that feeling again

“You…care about me that much?” You wiped the tears from your eyes, and held Viktor’s free hand

“Of course I do. I would do anything for you.” And he gave you a big smile

Something about his words felt off…

You clung to his side, and he simply thought…”That was easier than I thought.” 

He had paid that man, telling him exactly what to say

Viktor knew of your deepest insecurity, and fully intended on exploiting that to get closer to you

The man he beat up wasn’t informed on the fact Viktor would beat him nearly half to death

But as soon as he left the scene, he signaled to his…”friends” to dispose of the man

Had he been more sane, he would have never used your insecurity against you

He was not, however

When he said he’d do anything for you…he may he lied a bit

There was one thing he could never do even if you wanted to

And that was leave your side

He would never, in a million years, accept a break up

Now…you wouldn’t want to know what would happen if you tried…

Would you?

[moodywyrm]

STARDEW VALLEY SEVIKA AU??!!! FUCK YEAHHH

no cause i love stardew valley but me and the mines have beef i absolutely hate going there stresses me out so bad 😭 i’m 100% a watering and fishing all day while getting gifts for everyone girl!!

-♌️

Stardew Valley Vika!!! I love her 💕💕

Baby i love stardew valley!!!! Pls if you ever wanna talk about it more!!! Please!!! And no okay the mines stress me out (emi and Celeste literally heard me yelping while fighting slimes and skeletons 💔) but I also love the mines!!! I love collecting loot, what can I say 💕 If we made a farm together I would take over the mine stuff for you 💕

and oh my god im so bad at remembering to give gifts 😭 I only ever remember for the ones I’m romancing and like Evelyn n George bc they’re bestie

[master-sass-blast]

Don't mind me, just gonna live out my "shredded to hell" life fantasty.

Heyy u should do some hc's or just a fanfic about Sevika with reader being muscular too. Maybe not as buff as Sev but REALLY mascular and they would like play fighting or sevika would tease reader and yeah idk maybe something like that ig. Anyways, hope u have a good day<33

I kinda got carried away at the end ahbgfb. This is more of a reader in the process of bulking up bc i was trying to :') but i lost all of my progress and motivation <333

Warnings: NSFW, Switch! Sev, naked wrestling, mention of wax play

Arm wrestling with her is scary. She gets so damn determined if you prove to be a challenge. But if you stand no chance she’ll humor you with a smirk, most likely a cigar hanging out of her mouth. Sevika loves the concentration and effort you put into such a silly activity, and how your eyes alight with hope when she gives a little. She’ll let you get her hand down to the table just barely touching and plan on finally putting an end to it by beating you. Maybe you were faking your weakness and saved your effort for when she let herself get close to losing and you slammed her hand on the table. You’d be ecstatic, jumping around and screaming while her cigar fell out of her mouth in shock

Hassling and pestering her until she gets on your back so you can show her how much you can squat. Literally just does it so you’ll shut up and let her get some peace

She will be your biggest supporter in the gym. Your own personal trainer. A little harsh, but she rewards you with a kiss or a slap on the ass after each set and makes sure you don’t overdo it. Forces you to do a warmup up/ cooldown workout when you try to be lazy 

If you’re shorter than her, she’ll set the pull up bar at her height so you can give her a kiss at the top. You two are that obnoxious gym couple

When you’re about to give up, she’s there pushing you, supporting the weight of whatever you’re lifting or squatting to help you. After you finish, if you’re a little upset with yourself she’ll lie and say she was barely lifting it

She does not allow you to beat yourself up if you have an off day or didn’t meet your goal. “No tears in the gym” is her motto (besides those that she spars with) and she’ll hold your face and wipe them away while giving you words of encouragement

I don’t think she’d let you work out with her (while she does). You’re both horn dogs, but you initiate sex/ rile her up on purpose. When she spars with you, you always have that dumb, slutty look on your face when she pins or manhandles you. Sevika’s a sore loser and when you manage to pin her, the buzzkill doesn’t play into your fantasy and instead becomes more motivated to knock you on your ass

She’s not entirely immune, and the sight of your legs shaking with overexertion makes her want to pin your sweaty body to the floor, tired and whining against her and not being able to push her off

You try to compete against her and end up injuring yourself. Sevika is more mature in that regard and does her own thing. She will chew you out for not being careful with your body, really lays into you and threatens to not take you with her anymore

Trying to out-flex each other and you fail. Miserably. But she’ll always show pride for your progress if you’re in the process of bulking up. She’ll caress her way up your arm to your biceps, sensually knead the muscle there with a smirk and compliment you

She’ll randomly put you in headlocks, or wrestle you and laugh while you struggle. It only motivates you to continue your training so you can actually fight back and stand a chance. Sevika is so subtle with her attacks, too. You’ll be just waking up in the morning and feel her arms slide around you in a hug. At the last second you realize what she’s doing and by then you’re already in some kind of hold she just taught you yesterday and she’s ordering you to get out of it

She’s so irritating oml. You say you’re gonna be better than her after a few months at the gym? Then your apartment you share will be a war zone. Nothing is sacred. And she knows that sometimes you have no desire to get out of her hold so she’ll do some gross shit to encourage you, like licking your eyeball or smth

In the bedroom, she’ll notice and comment on your increase in stamina

Some of her training will extend to the bedroom and she’ll be pushing your limits. I.e. Laying back with her arms behind her head, smirking and ordering you to keep riding her strap

Sevika laughing the first time you try to top her. She acts like she’s just humoring you the whole time, but the one time you jokingly called her ‘babygirl’ she blushed. She snarled and insulted you, but she still blushed.

Bratty sub Sevika! Tying her up and going down on her until she gives up that bullshit tough-girl facade and you have her whimpering. I can see her being into wax, especially on those sensitive tits of hers. If you really want to get her to scream that’s the way to go

Using the strap on Sevika and her pinning you to the bed to use you for her pleasure, riding you so hard into the mattress. 

Okay but post-gym shower sex. Watching her above you, grinding against you, sweaty hair, sweat dripping down her abs

Naked wrestling with the strap— really appeals to her feral side and her need to dominate. Holds you down and drills into you, telling you to buck her off and get out of her hold, and laughs at your failed half-assed attempts. "You're supposed to be fighting back, baby"

Keeps you on the ground and fucks you over and over, mocking her lovely prize

[archangeldyke-all]

sev comforting reader on her period pls?

ANON. i JUST started mine, like 4 hours ago. how did u know... we must moon sisters or something lmaoo

men and minors dni

she's constantly shoving ur preferred painkillers down your thorat-- as much as she can before it's over the healthy limits. she'll set a timer for when the last dose starts to wear off and tracks you down to give you more.

"sev, i feel fine."

"'cause you took these this morning. they're gonna wear off." she says, shoving a bottle of water in your face with one hand and the pills in the other.

you always put up a bit of a fight, but you always take them.

she's bringing you heating pads for your stomach, too, reheating them every hour or so.

when you're in the shower, she'll get your panties ready with a pad or panty liner and everything.

she's got big hands, and she runs warm. she's a walking heating pack. even in public, she'll subtly tuck her hand underneath your shirt to massage your bloated lower stomach, easing the aches and pains.

the day or two before (she keeps better track than u do) she stocks up on your most frequent cravings.

she also makes sure not to tease you as much. you guys banter a lot, and there's loving little insults thrown at eachother often. but her affectionate 'asshole's and sweet 'shithead's are put on hold until after your period. she knows you're sensitive, and you cant control it, and she doesn't want to upset you if she can help herself. (she likes upseting you on purpose, in sexier contexts.)

speaking of. u know. orgasms DO help with cramps.

and sevika's not afraid of a little blood.

take that however you will. (wink wink.)

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

[master-sass-blast]

Okay, but Jinx helping Sevika ask the Reader out while roasting Sev is the MOST ADORABLE AND HILARIOUS THING!!!!

I Suck at Poetry

(A prequel to the prequel to Roses are Red)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4

This chapter is NSFW, MDNI Sevika x female reader 1k words (Sevika's POV)

Sevika sits in her booth at The Last Drop, working on repairs to her arm. Or at least that's what she's supposed to be doing. Yet she can't seem to stay focused. Her eyes keep drifting over to where you work behind the bar cleaning and prepping for tonight, oblivious to her eyes on you.

You caught her interest the moment she saw you on your first day. Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. Your skin. Your body. Sevika liked it all. She wanted it all.

She wanted to know how you felt beneath her hands, pressed against her body. How you smelled when she ran her nose along your skin, in your hair. How you tasted on her lips, her tongue. How you sounded when her name spilled from your parted lips, begging for her touch. How you looked when she made you cum, completely ruined by her.

A thousand scenarios play in her mind. So many ways to have you. So many ways to make you hers. So many ways to tease and please you.

Sevika adjusts the spread of her thighs in her seat, the annoying ache between them threatening to break her will to wait things out. To observe you. Gather enough information before making a move.

"Hey ogre."

Sevika bristles, brows furrowing deep and pinching at the bridge of her nose.

Jinx.

The fucking bane of Sevika's existence. Always causing mayhem and leaving her with more work than if she'd just taken the tasks on herself. Slowly, she turns to regard the blue-haired menace from where she takes a seat in a chair across from her, propping her big ass goofy boots up on the table.

"Ya know, you'd probably have better success if you actually approached her. Or at least dropped some hints. Maybe gave her a little somethin'."

Sevika ignores Jinx, but kicks herself mentally for letting the brat catch her watching you.

"I honestly don't know whatcha see in her. I mean she's a cutie, but she's clearly not smart. I mean, she's into you so-"

"What?" Sevika cuts her off, unsure if she heard that last statement correctly.

"She's dumb for liking you."

"That's not-" Sevika grunts in frustration. She has no patience for Jinx and she knows Jinx is purposefully egging her on. "What do you mean she's into me?"

"Wow. You two really are perfect for each other. Both dumb as sump rats. No. Sump rats are definitely smarter," Jinx replies with an enthusiastic nod to herself.

Sevika's glare intensifies and the death grip on her precision screwdriver threatens to snap it in two. Jinx either doesn't notice or doesn't care as she blathers on.

"She's got damn hearts for eyes everytime she looks at you. And she looks at you like… a whole lot. It's pretty gross." Jinx sticks her tongue out as if she's tasted something unsavory.

Sevika's attention returns to her arm, hoping Jinx will get bored and just fucking leave. Seems her hopes are for naught.

"Girls like flowers. Poetry. You want to get her attention, give her some of her favorite flowers. And write her somethin' poetic."

"I have no fucking clue what flowers she likes," Sevika snaps, back to glaring at Jinx who just simply smiles back like a clueless child.

"Favorite color?"

"No. I don't know what her fav-" Sevika pauses, a memory manifesting in the forefront of her mind. Not more than a few days ago she had been waiting at the bar for you to fix her drink when she overheard you talking to another woman. Telling her how lovely you thought her jacket was. That it was your favorite color. It was some shade of… "Blue."

"Well there ya go. Get her some blue flowers. Make sure you mention in a note that you know that's her favorite color. She'll be all goo goo ga ga." Jinx pauses for a moment to pick at something in her teeth with the bright blue nail of her pinky finger. "Then give her a little poem on Valentine's day and next thing ya know she's having your babies."

Sevika's eye twitches at that last comment, and she debates whether or not it's worth her time to try to correct that idiotic statement. Wanting nothing more than to end this conversation, she opts to stick to the original subject.

"I don't do poetry."

Jinx laughs- more like cackles- a bit too loudly, and Sevika's gaze darts to the bar. Seems at some point you had left through the back. She's disappointed at the loss of such a great view, but she's also grateful you're not around to bear witness to this disaster.

"It's easy. Just make up a cute poem or somethin' like 'roses are red, violets are blue,' and then two more lines that end with a rhyme. Somethin' that lets her know what you think of her." Jinx reaches into her pouch, pulling out a collection of brightly colored chalk markers. "Here." She tosses them on the table and then rips a chunk of paperwork off a clipboard on the table. Paperwork that happened to be a shipping manifest Sevika was supposed to bring to the docks Topside later.

"Why are you trying to help me?" Sevika asks, eyeing Jinx suspiciously.

"Maybe you'll be less of an ogre if you get laid."

Sevika scoffs at that, but before she can retort, Jinx leaps to her feet and skips off, braids swinging wildly behind her.

Rolling her eyes, Sevika picks up a red pen, staring blankly at it for a moment before looking back to the empty bar.

Sighing in defeat, she uncaps the pen and slowly starts to write.

Next chapter >

[master-sass-blast]

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YE-

Violets Are Blue

(A prequel to Roses are Red)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4

A follow-up was requested to Roses Are Red, but first you get a prequel (actually two 😉).

This chapter is SFW Sevika x female reader 0.6k words

It's only a few days before Valentine's day and you find yourself sitting at the kitchen table in your apartment with nothing to do. Normally a day off from working at The Last Drop is a godsend, but considering aforementioned fast approaching holiday, you're not entirely thrilled at being left with too much time to think.

Alone. You're utterly and hopelessly alone. It's boring. It's sad. And it leaves you feeling terribly empty knowing that on a day that's all about celebrating love, you- once again- won't have anyone to share it with. There is someone you wish you could spend it with. Someone you've been fawning over since you first saw her after taking up your bartending job. Someone breathtakingly gorgeous, strong and confident. But she's so damn far out of your league…

You're suddenly ripped from your thoughts by a knock at your door. Nearly leaping from your chair, you rush to see who it is. Peering through the tiny peephole in the door you find a young boy standing there. He's holding something you can't quite see and shuffling his feet.

Well that's odd.

You rarely have visitors. And you have no idea who this kid is. But, at least he appears harmless.

As you open the door, the boy peers up at you looking anxious as high hell. Before you can even say hi he's shoving whatever he was holding into your stomach. You grab it before he can drop it, gaping down at what appears to be a bouquet of some sort of blue flower. They are definitely not in the best shape, and look as though they were hand picked from someone's garden and then put together by someone who clearly had no clue what they were doing.

"Thank you, but who are these from?" You ask as you turn them over to inspect them, looking for a note or some clue as to why you are receiving these and from whom.

"I dunno," he replies with a shrug and before you can question him further, he's booking it down the hallway towards the exit.

Really odd.

Closing your door you make your way back to the kitchen to fetch a vase. Something small and white catches your eye tucked within the bundle of flowers. A note. Pulling it out, you flip it open.

Heard you like blue -S

'S'? That's it? Just 'S'?

Your heart skips a beat.

Could it be? Could it really be from her?

Your stomach does somersaults at the thought that your secret crush could be the one behind the gift.

But… it really doesn't seem like her style. And as you've already noted, she's so far above you. Your heart sinks again. Right into your now nauseated stomach.

It's not her. Probably just one of the many obnoxious patrons that have hit on you over the past several weeks. It seems you have garnered the attention of many. Just not the only one you truly want.

You carefully place the bouquet in a vase and fill it with water. Though the Undercity is quite short on sunlight, you place it on your windowsill and just hope for the best.

Taking a seat at the table again, you open the note and trace along the scrawled 'S'.

Sevika.

You wish.

Rereading that first line, your mind starts to run rampant.

Who knows you like blue? Your regular customers certainly don't.

Then it hits you, and you smile so fucking hard your face hurts.

Next chapter >

[master-sass-blast]

*Kicks imaginary door open*

I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🗣🗣🗣

Do you have any headcanons for Ran? Relationship, domestic (if that’s their bag), n/sfw, or otherwise? I will take any crumbs you can spare

*hides behind imaginary coffee table turned on it's side*

THANK YOU SWEET NONNY! ❤️❤️❤️

I'm so glad to see all these Ran requests coming in! More love for Ran! 🖤

Here's some of my thoughts on having a relationship with Ran and just some general thoughts as well;

(NSFW, MDNI)

I HC that Ran identifies as pansexual, with a lean towards the ladies (yes I might be projecting with that last bit).

Also think Ran has a preference for polyamory, both romantic and sexual. But if you're not one for sharing, they would make an exception.

Related to the above, Ran probably has more than just a friendship with Dustin and you can bet they'll occasionally ask to include him in any bedroom activities. (I personally would not be interested)

Also suspect Ran and Sevika have a secret history of bedroom shenanigans. Don't be surprised if a threesome is in store for you with her as well. (Might be projecting my own desires again 😆)

Kinks and toys galore! Ran has an endless number of kinks, far too many to list, so don't ever think something you're into is weird. Chances are Ran has already done it, loved it, and perfected it. Has enough sex toys to run their own sex shop. Everything from plugs to floggers to the St. Andrew's cross sitting in plain site in their bedroom. Hope you like a little pain and fear with your pleasure, cause that's one of their favs. Likes to use those twin blades they carry around on their back for a little knife play.

Dom. Top. No exceptions. Ran is 100% in charge at all times. Likes to give pleasure, not receive it- at least not directly. Ran definitely gets off watching you lose yourself under their ministrations. Now that's not to say they won't respect your boundaries, or your safe word, because they definitely will. But if you like to be in charge, Ran is not for you my friend.

Keeps their clothes on while you're completely nude. It's a sort of power trip for them.

Not particularly affectionate, but won't turn you down if you try to cuddle up to them or sneak a kiss. Just don't expect Ran to initiate it unless they can clearly see you need it. If you're looking distressed after a particularly wild night of new or hardcore kinks and toys, Ran will be extra gentle and tentative as they clean you up and hold you against them in bed.

Not much of a talker.

Doesn't like to express their feelings much.

Quiet and mysterious- an observer.

Likes to focus their attention on you. Your words, reactions, and mannerisms.

Has no issue with teasing you in public, rather enjoys getting you hot and bothered. Playing that billiards game with Ran and the gang? Ran will ghost fingertips, be it flesh or metal, along the small of your back or any exposed skin. You had better be prepared for a hand on your ass or between your thighs if you bend over to take a shot. Ran has zero shame.

Very protective! Not in a 'you're mine and only mine' sort of way. Ran will share, as goes with the territory of polyamory. But if you're in any danger, be it a physical threat or being bullied, they are there with those blades or their fists at the ready.

The first time Ran brings you to their "room", let's just say all the rumors you heard still weren't enough to prepare you.

Ran holds the door open wide, allowing you to step into their room first. However, you take not more than two steps into the dimly lit room before becoming rooted to the spot. Your head slowly pivots as you scan the... dungeon? Sex dungeon? Sex shop? Whatever it is, it sure as hell is not a bedroom. Not with the amount of toys, implements, freaky furniture and... machinery? You're not even sure if the large piece of furniture in the center of the room can be considered a bed. Perhaps it once was, with it's mattress and four posts, but certainly not anymore. Not when almost the entire perimeter is surrounded in black metal bars, almost like a cage. A series of chains and leather straps- more than you have fingers or toes to count them on- are attached at various points around the bars. And there are no sheets, at least not your average cotton or silk sheets. Instead the mattress is covered in some sort of slick, waterproof covering.

Oh dear Janna!

Eyes and mouth agape, you turn to Ran, only to find them watching you intently, the corner of their mouth ticking up ever so slightly. Amused by your reaction no doubt.

"Is- Is this your... bedroom?" you ask, clearly dumbfounded. When you receive a simple nod, you clarify the question, "Like, you actually sleep here?" This time you get a shrug of their shoulders, and you're not so sure you want to ask for clarification. Probably something about 'not much sleep happening here'. Taking another glance around the room you find yourself truly at a loss for words, or thoughts for that matter. "It looks... fun," you state dumbly.

"It is," Ran says quietly as they step past you.

You follow a few steps behind them, gawking at the vast collection of plugs lining a set of shelves you pass by. Every size imaginable. Every color. Every material. And then there's another set of matching shelves, housing just as vast of a variety of dildos and vibrators. Even more shelves, with a plethora of handcuffs, rope and other restraints, from which you notice Ran grabs a bundle of black rope. Yet another shelf- with all manner of gags, including a ball gag that you watch Ran also take.

Ran finally stops in front of a small table that holds what looks to be an electronic device in a storage box filled with... attachments? Ran picks up a long metal object that looks like a prod and plugs it into the device.

Gawd Ran's room is fucking hot. Literally and figuratively. It's creepy as hell, and yet you can't deny how much that excites you.

You can feel beads of sweat form at your temples, a blush creeping down your cheeks and across your neck.

Then Ran turns to you, toys and gadgets in hand.

You feel your heart skip a beat, taking in how their dark lips curl just a tad higher. You're certain that's a sign. You're in for something... wild tonight. And Ran's question only confirms that.

"Want to play?"

AN: For those of you who enjoy my work AND Ran, you can check out my Ran x fem!Reader oneshot on AO3 or here on Tumblr. 🖤

[master-sass-blast]

The way I want to break bratty Sev sdlfjdslkfjkldsjfldskjf

hi, i'm sevikitty, and for months i've BEGGED for sevika taking the strap and people just won't listen like, it's SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT I'M ON MY KNEES do you know how hard it is to be an extreme switch and not have top content? it is sad.

Jajsjsjdhjd as an extreme bottom I try my best with these! But I gotta admit there is an appeal of seeing Sevika tied up 👀

Warnings: NSFW, Knife play, switch Sevika, this is all over the place, kinda sucks

I can see Sevika being a switch in a variety of situations. One being she lost a bet and now has to let you do whatever you want to her. She’d be snarky at first, mocking and insulting your attempts at topping her but it’s a front because she’s tied up and at your mercy. She’s a masochist and can’t hide the excitement in her eyes when you pull out one of her blades, guiding the edge along her nude skin between the ropes.

That being said, if she finds a way to break her restraints she’s on you before you can run, holding you down and using you as a toy until your hips are bruised. (Anon who wanted to hear more about her riding you into the mattress, this is for you.)

The headboard cracks, splintering wood flying as Sevika puts her whole strength into tugging at the rope. It gives under her furious hands to fall pathetically with frayed edges, not unlike your wavering confidence.

The breath is knocked from your lungs when she flips you harshly onto your back. She steals any attempt at breathing oxygen into your lungs with a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to go as a warning.

“Didn’t quite work out how you thought, huh? Now you sit there and let me use you like a good fucking toy.”

Bratty Sub Sevika would always start out confident and cocky, you’d have to break her down to get her to beg for you. As previously stated, she’s a masochist and would do things to rile you up. When she uses the strap on you, you leave her back raw from your nails, digging in to hear her groan and shudder as you order her to keep serving you.

Brat Sevika would do things to rile you up so you’d give her a good punishment. This includes doing things you told her not to do, like stealing your food.

Sevika leers down at you with a smirk that’s widening by the second at your pissed expression.

“I told you that was mine.” You gritted out between clenched teeth, nose scrunched in fury.

“Was it?” She snarked, crossing her arms over her chest, maybe flexing a little to see if you’d take the bait. You don’t, eyes glued onto hers and blind to her preening.

“Get into position.”

With too much enthusiasm, Sevika crawled onto the bed.

After a rough day at work, Sevika would find comfort in letting you take the reigns. She would feel so at peace with not having to give out the orders, blindly submitting to you and hearing the praise she craves. It would also show how much she loves and trusts you if you ever got to that point.

“Fuck, baby-“ the ropes pressed into Sevika’s skin just so, leaving indents around her chest, arms, and abdomen.

“Tell me when it hurts.”

You shove her face into the mattress as you pound into her from behind, repeating the thrusts that get the most groans and pants out of her.

“Are you going to stop being such. a fucking. brat?”

The last two words are punctuated with punishing thrusts. Rope cuts into her skin from where you grab the length across her back and pull hard, hard enough to where you get a rare cry out of her.

“Yes! I’ll behave, baby, shit-“ There’s a hitch in her voice, that telltale sign that she’s getting close to coming.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to come yet. Turn around.”

The strap’s quick exit leaves her gasping, brows knitting as she pants into the sheets, drool pooling under her chin from how fucked out she was.

“I’m not going to repeat myself, Sevika.” You bask in satisfaction as her eyes roll back at the stern call of her name.

After sliding out of the strap, you spread your legs and smear some her arousal from the strap onto your clit, giving your toy a target to focus on. Warm amusement fills your chest as she struggles to be your good soldier, desperate yet so incapable of following your command.

The breast harness you have her in provides a good handle for you to assist her, settling her in between your thighs. You tug, tug, tug until her ass is up in the air, staying true to her punishment by putting her in an uncomfortable position.

Like a trained pup, a tug on her ponytail has her licking between your folds, moaning as you tug on her hair mercilessly.

“That’s it, tell me how sorry you are. My good girl-“

You grind forward to chase the vibrations as she moans, working her tongue harder to please you. It’s clear she’s at her wits end, eyelids barely staying open and the weight of her head leaning on your upper thigh more often than not.

You land a harsh slap on her ass before gripping the flesh and digging your nails in.

“Wake up, baby. Were you this much of a slut for the women at the brothel? Not slacking on me are you?”

The sight of Sevika’s face soaked in lights a dark, possessive feeling in you. The scariest lady the undercity has to offer, here, on her knees, submitting to you in the most carnal way, begging you to give her pain.

You rode that nose of hers until you came on her face, not letting her have a breath of air until she cleaned you up.

“Good. You’re so good for me, Sev.”

A little nod against your thigh. Bleary, unfocused eyes ready for any order from you. You believed she would gnaw the ropes off of herself to do anything you asked of her.

“C’mere, there we go.”

You ease her onto her back, head in your lap for you to smooth away of her forehead. Her thighs spread like butter as your hand goes between them, rubbing her a few times before reaching for her vibrator.

“You did so well, didn’t you? Didn’t you, baby?”

The first time you topped her, she had assured you she didn’t need any kind of praise, or loving words, or aftercare. Unsurprisingly, that turned out to be bullshit and you made sure to finish every session with love.

A deep flush settled over her cheeks but she was too focused on the toy between her legs, not even grinding against it and instead taking what you give her.

Sevika would have a hard time accepting aftercare at first. Probably wouldn’t even let you, no matter how much you emphasized it’s importance. Truth is your gentle touch undoes her and she doesn’t want to end up crying in front of you.

But eventually she’d let you after enough time in your relationship. And it would be something she cherished, conveniently leading to her demanding your touch whenever she wanted it outside of the bedroom.

There’s tears in her eyes that she’d never let fall. You unbind her, cradle her to your chest anyway to massage the harsh lines from the rope.

“How are you feeling?”

The genuine concern always earns you an eye roll or a snort in dismissal.

“Good, like always. Just need a second.”

“You have all the time in the world here, Sev.”

And she did, because she always stayed in your arms for as long as you’d have her. Which was until she needed water or food.

[master-sass-blast]

me, in the middle of the night: sleeping peacefully.

sevika, looming over me: "Always be ready."

No one :

Literally no one:

Sevika : *suplexes you*

-💎

Her agreeing to train you but not telling you it’s a 24 hour thing. Always be on your guard 🤺

<3

[master-sass-blast]

ohohoHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! I HAD NEVER CONSIDERED BEING THE WEREWOLF IN THIS PARTICULAR DYNAMIC!!!

Now I just want Sevika to pet me. HONEY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

WE NOW KNOW ABOUT WEREWOLF SEVIKA BUT WHAT ABOUT SEVIKA WITH A WEREWOLF READER!!

Good question (and my apologies for the delay)! Here's some thoughts (with a Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Blood (minor mention, nothing too graphic), some NSFW at the end (nothing explicit) MDNI

Unlike Werewolf Sevika, I think you're going to be a much sweeter, excited werewolf girlfriend, more than happy to earn and hear that lovely praise of "good girl."

You're big on giving Sevika face kisses, in human or werewolf form. She, however, is much more preferential to your sweet human kisses than the wet, slobbery ones you tend to give as a werewolf. Those earn you a stern look as she wipes the back of her human hand across her cheek to remove the absurd amount of drool left in your tongue's wake, but oddly enough she never seems to get very mad. You're convinced she actually enjoys the affection, despite the mess, but you'll never bring that up.

Fetch, especially with the bones of your victims, is one of your favorite past times, but convincing Sevika to play along is damn near impossible. Unless of course you use your secret weapon. (Hint; It's your sweet puppy-dog eyes. Works for anything you want while in human form too.)

The long, fluffy tail behind you wags excitedly as you approach Sevika on all fours, completely oblivious to how the blood from the bone in your mouth, mixed with your own drool, is dripping all over the rug situated at the entrance of your shared apartment. She's sitting at the kitchen table, working on her augmented arm, equally oblivious to your current state.

Once by her side, you nudge the side of her thigh with your snout in an attempt to grab her attention. Focused on removing several screws from her shoulder joint, she pays you no mind, ignoring you even as you try a second time.

Desperate to get your girlfriend's attention, you move to press your cold, wet nose into the exposed flesh of her side. She jumps with a start at that and you sit back on your haunches, staring up at her with your big scary black eyes, but with the most pleading puppy look you can manage. Her head spins to shoot you a nasty glare as she bites down on her cigarillo so she can snap at you.

"What do you want?"

Your tail slows down in speed at her tone.

Catching sight of the clearly human bone in your mouth, as apparent by the remaining tendons and flesh hanging from it, Sevika's eyes narrow further as she sets down the screwdriver she'd been using to give you her full attention.

"Babe," she starts, with that lilt in her voice you know is going to lead to a scolding, your ears drooping in preparation. "What did I tell you about bringing body parts into our apartment?"

Lowering your head, you gently drop the bone onto the tile floor and peer beady-eyed up at her from under your lids, releasing a soft whimper. Tail now completely still, you avert your gaze entirely.

After a brief moment of silence, your pout of shame doing seemingly nothing to her unwavering glare, she finally releases a deep sigh, smoke billowing from her flaring nostrils.

"I'm not going to throw that nasty fucking thing for you to fetch," she starts, sounding irritated, but surprisingly less pissed off. "Just let me finish with these repairs, and I'll throw a fucking stick for you a few times."

Tail ramping back up immediately to top speed wagging, you quickly rise to your feet, tongue out and barely able to contain your excitement.

"Calm down," Sevika grumbles, "Just sit nicely until I'm done or I might change my mind."

Ever the obedient werewolf girlfriend, you sit back down, but not before scooting close enough for you to rest your chin on her lap. Shaking her head, she turns back to her arm before murmuring a quiet, "Good girl."

While in your werewolf form you absolutely LOVE walkies with Sevika, but it's another one of those things that take some strategic puppy faces to get her to agree. She'll tell you you're a grown ass woman, who even in werewolf form is a fucking biped, so go walk your own damn self.

What you love even more than walkies is belly rubs. If it's just a chill day off, the two of you relaxing on the couch or in bed, Sevika will usually oblige when you intentionally aim your fuzzy belly her way. And oh do you love those metal fingers of hers. Enough so you'll make sure you lie on that side of her every time, even if it means sprawling your furry body across her lap. She'll simply glare at your puppy eyes and dopey smile for a moment before pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing, caving into your silent request.

Sevika definitely will not tolerate fleas, so if you end up with them you better believe you're either getting a flea bath or you can forget about snuggling up with her in bed. You'll be in the damn dog house until they're gone.

Above everything else, your all time favorite werewolf past time with Sevika is just lying next to her on the couch with your furry head in her lap while she has a smoke. If you're lucky enough, and she's feeling particularly relaxed, you might even get some absentminded head scratches and pets from her. And if you're real lucky, you'll start to doze off from the warmth and attention, but remain awake just enough to catch, through the tiny slit of your barely open eyes, a hint of a smile on her face as she stares down at you adoringly.

You have a tendency to be quite naughty while Sevika is out running errands for Silco. She'll come home some nights to find you having destroyed something of hers, to which you always explain as an instinctual reaction to missing her. It's not like you do it in your human form. Usually.

After a particularly grueling day, Sevika enters the apartment late at night, unbeknownst to you as you are fast asleep in bed. Kicking off her weighted boots with an equally heavy sigh, she makes her way through the dark hallway towards the bedroom. Stepping on something, or rather several somethings, she pauses, purple orbs, still glowing from the fight she'd come from not minutes ago, drop to the floor. Eyes not quite adjusted to the lack of light, she bends down to pick up one of the items to take a closer look.

Something soft, dark, with bits off fluff poking out.

"My fucking slippers," she grumbles to herself before tossing the shredded piece back to the floor and continuing her trek down the hallway, brows furrowing further each time she steps on a new piece. A faint yellow glow creeps through the cracks of the bedroom door, which isn't quite closed all the way to allow Sevika to enter quietly. Despite being entirely too displeased with her third pair of slippers being destroyed this week, she makes an effort to push the door open quietly, freezing in the doorway as her eyes fall upon your furry body glowing under the light of a small bedside lamp.

Lying peacefully on the bed, you're curled up in a large nest made of Sevika's clothing, snout buried in the cup of one of her bras. After a terribly lonely day without your girlfriend, and feeling too tired to stay up waiting any longer, you had used what little energy that remained to collect any and all of her clothing, dirty or clean, to make yourself a nice soft bed filled with the scent of her.

Seeing you so serene surrounded by her clothing, Sevika can't quite bring herself to stay mad at you. Another sigh escapes her nose and she quietly undresses before carefully moving enough of the clothing from the bed to allow her to lie down. Turning her back to your softly snoring form, she pulls the chain to the lamp, leaving the two of you in darkness.

Just as Sevika's about to pass out, she feels a warm, fluffy body press against her back. A wet nose nuzzles against the back of her neck and she stiffens, but fights the urge to tell you to back off. Even while asleep your long, thick tongue slips out to give Sevika several languid, sloppy kisses along the top of her spine.

"Missed you too, babe," Sevika murmurs as she closes her eyes again, unaware that you had woke just enough to catch the sweet words.

You growl at anyone who comes to your door, an instinctual act of protection.

You have no manners when it comes to enjoying Sevika's scent, coming up behind her as she's traversing the apartment and just shoving your snout between her thick thighs to get a good sniff. She, however, is much less enthused by this. Usually ends with you receiving a swift smack to your snout and a stern glare from those stormy gray eyes.

You are extremely protective of Sevika when in your werewolf form. If anyone happens to make a threat to your girlfriend, you can turn that sweet puppy act off in an instant, becoming a feral, terrifying beast.

When you're in heat, oh boy does Sevika try hard to stay the fuck away from you because all you want to do is hump, which she refuses to partake in until you return to human form. But even then, she's the one in control. Every. Single. Time. No exceptions.

Sevika loves to have you in a collar and leash, under her control, and you are more than happy to oblige, regardless of which form you are in.

"You know," Sevika drawls as she slowly saunters towards you, "you were a pretty bad girl for me yesterday." Despite her being entirely nude after having just showering, your eyes remain glued to her face in the reflection of your floor length mirror, body tensing when you catch the way she shakes her head as she tsks in disappointment. "Attacking our targets when I had very clearly told you to heel. Tore them to shreds before I could interrogate them, and made such a mess."

Opening your mouth to protest, or apologize, anything to dig yourself out of the hole you dug for yourself, you freeze when you feel her cold claws run up along the back of a thigh, slipping under the tiny, pink, silk negligee you wore specifically in an attempt to help get you out of trouble. A pathetic whimper falls from your mouth instead.

"Perhaps I need to put you on a leash," she purrs into your ear as she grabs a handful of your ass cheek. A wicked smile paints her face when you wince and whimper in response to how blissfully painful her talons are as they sink into your unforgiving flesh. "What do you think, sweetheart?"

"I- I-" you stammer, too lost in the realization that you're about to be punished for misbehaving. Too lost in the mixture of fear, anticipation and arousal that induces. Her body is so close to you that despite her cold metal hand gripping your ass and your lack of substantial clothing, you can feel the heat radiating from her body, enough to make you light headed.

"On you knees," she commands, voice deep and unwavering. She removes her hand, but not without first dragging those sharp fingers across your skin.

Your immediately drop to your knees on the hard tile floor, wide, doe eyes never leaving hers in the reflection. That nasty little smirk of hers remains and she rakes her metal fingers through your hair and along your scalp with the perfect amount of pressure to have you nearly melting into a puddle.

"That's my good girl," she hums appreciatively and your eyes close as your legs tremble with the ache of arousal, a moan escaping your parted lips.

Hearing the sound of a drawer opening, you open your lust-filled eyes to find Sevika's human hand reaching into a drawer beside the mirror and pull out several pink items; a collar and leash. Your gaze drifts back up to her face in the mirror, watching her grin in appreciation as she slides the soft leather collar around your neck and secures it snuggly against your throat.

"Look how pretty you are for me," she says and her mirthful eyes meet yours, waiting for your reaction.

You allow your gaze to fall to the reflection of your new addition. A thick, pink collar adorned with tiny, sparkling gemstones along the top and bottom edges. But what really catches your attention is the black lettering across the length of it. 'Sevika's bitch'.

Reaching up, you tentatively run your fingers across the soft leather, the sharp stones, the markings indicating who you belong to. It's beautiful. It's perfect. And you'd gladly wear this anywhere, regardless of your human or werewolf form.

"Now, how about we test how well you behave with a leash."

She reaches around the front of your neck to clasp the leash to the silver ring attached to your collar, giving it a little tug to make sure it's secure.

"Hands and knees for master," she instructs and you obediently turn on your knees to face her, falling forward onto your palms as she takes several steps backwards until the short leash is fully extended. Head tilted back so your beady eyes can watch her hungry ones, you crawl forward as she slowly steps backwards, keeping the leash taught.

When the backs of her calves bump into the small bench against the wall, she takes a seat at the very edge. You pause, waiting for her command. Lips curling into a sinful smirk, she slowly spreads her large thighs and you lick your lips in anticipation at the sight of what you assume will be your meal tonight.

With a quick, harsh tug of the leash, she pulls you forward and between her legs.

"Come and eat, pet."