#sevika drabble

[dnvrsmedia]

i fear the voices are making me write for sev again (i miss her bad)

so

sevika falling for nerd!reader (this is totally NOT self indulgent wdym??)

SFW

You both met when silco decided to hire you

And by hire you, he threatened to kill you if you didn’t acquire the money your father owed him (he didn’t care if your father died. he needed his money some way or another)

You, being a modest engineer, did not have much to offer

Except for your brains

Sev was definitely skeptical about you when you first landed on the team (but let’s be fr when is she ever open minded and welcoming)

She was tasked to keep you company whilst doing your various tasks (silco calls it bodygaurding, sevika calls it babysitting)

Sevika likes to pretend that she hates brooding around you but that would be a lie.

You’re sitting around doing your work.

glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose, making your concentrated face.

& Sev’s whole body is lit on fire.

oh don’t get me started on when she hears you in your meetings talking your smart shit

she’s practically drooling

CALLING ! YOU ! COOKIE !

this started off as her calling you a smart cookie (absolutely trying to be demeaning when she first met you)

and when you finally chip her walls the nickname spirals into something endearing

“Cookie, cmere real quick”

“Ya know i don’t understand that smart shit, cookie”

“ Maybe I need tutoring, Cooks”

She absolutely will stare down the men in your meetings who try and demean you.

“ Look, I don’t know what the fuck you guys are talking about but she does. Next time you interrupt her it’ll be my foot up your ass”

Will ALWAYS be asking you to tinker with her arm

You’ve gotten caught staring at her one too many times

not just because she’s ya know so delicious looking

But because you’re thinking about the many many different ways you can upgrade her!

This obviously did not bode well when she first met you!

Barring her teeth at you and the whole 9 yards but that didn’t stop the pull you both felt for each other!!!

She revels in making you nervous

At the start, Sevika used to use her “scary lady status” (you’ve coined this term) on you

she’d absolutely tower over you with a :| face just to push your glasses up your nose

she’d watch your breath catch in your chest as your heart pounded heavily with a smirk

now! she uses her scary lady status on you for good!

she absolutely will threaten you to take breaks

So many times has she found you sitting at your desk, mouth open, and softly snoring

Meanwhile, her heart breaks into thousands of little pieces

“Cooks, you work too hard. How many times do I gotta check you’re here before going home?”

She shakes her head as she hoisted your body over her brute shoulder.

she absolutely loves you reading to her

after a long day of work for the both of you

you can bet on it that Sev will mope around you until you’re ready to lay with her head on your lap

Sev never understood the whole point of reading growing up

Having a rocky relationship with her family (her dad) she never experienced the warmth being read to could have brought.

So when you offered to read to her after a particularly hard day she thought you were joking

Absolutely within 20 minutes of you reading and scratching her scalp did she comically fall asleep

I mean open mouth dad snoring with drool dripping onto your blanket

but it’s okay because you’d won’t have it any other way :)

[elsfairy]

okay but “trying” to push sevika away while she’s fingering you but it just makes her fuck you harder

like omgggg 😖

oh 😳 (ty for reviving me for my Sevika arc, i love you so bad)

you’ve lost count of how long you’ve been sprawled out on her bed, both sets of clothes discarded into one of the corners of her bedroom, you weren’t really sure where, but you also weren’t in the mood to care. The only things you were caring about and thinking of were the feeling of her lips around your clit and the fingers that have been buried in your cunt for god knows how long. She knows you and your body like the back of her hand— better than you know yourself really. Sevika knew which spots had you trembling, which parts to kiss that would have you whimpering at her touch. She took time to understand how your body worked, and what you liked and disliked. “You taste so good, Sweetheart” She murmurs, voice slightly muffled.

It wasn’t until her fingers brushed and curled against a certain spot that always had you gasping, that your fingers pulled harder at her hair, your thighs clenching around her head and your mouth opened as she pulled yet another round of whines from you. She was quick to smirk against your cunt, and it had you wanting to roll your eyes at her cockiness but your hands always had a mind of their own, already trying to push her away from you, your legs loosening around her head. “Too much—” she’s had you on this bed for a while, so you’re not really sure how many times she’s pulled an orgasm out of you but you were starting to feel more and more sensitive as the seconds passed.

She has always been addicted to you and your taste so she was having none of it, like usual. The woman was also quicker than you, so she was able to pin your thigh down onto the bed without a problem, nails creating crescent moon indents on your skin. Her grey eyes that staring up at you like she was hunting you. “Stop moving, you taste so good and i can’t get enough of you, let me enjoy you, Sweet”

And just like that her mouth was back on your clit, fingers back in your cunt, where she would gladly have them all the time if she could, in just a matter of seconds. The hand still pinning down your thigh and her pace was almost borderline brutal— her pace never faltered even with the amount of times you started squirming under her, pulling at her hair, and gripping at the sheets. It’s pathetically embarrassing to you, how the sound of your cunt fills your ears, her greedy moans coming to a close second. Sevika was simply doing everything in her power to keep tearing those sounds from you until it was the only thing she would ever remember. She was so fuckin’ greedy for more.

“Told you to stop moving, i just wanted to give my girl something nice but you had to act all bratty”

[jnkangels]

Amour, larmes et pinceaux dans l'eau.

(Muse Sevika x artist reader)

summary: Sevika is and always will be your muse, the absolute owner of your mind, soul and heart. You are your favorite painter and she is the muse of all your works.

c.w: a nudism, fluff, modern au, soft drabble, men dni!

Author's note: English is not my first language, feel free to correct me.

You love her.

The woman who poses in front of your canvas is your muse. The absolute owner of your heart, her essence has permeated your being so much that it is as if she were a part of you.

Thanks to her, you recovered your estrus for art; Thanks to her you recovered something that gave meaning to your life, something that you thought you had lost.

But now... It was more than just a passion or a way to release compressed frustration through brushstrokes on a blank canvas. It is a way to express your love in a less ephemeral way than words that float in the form of memories, this is something more lasting.

When she poses for you, you don't think about anything else, just you and her. You only focus on how cute the locks look falling down her face or how cute her eyes are that you're practically immersed in.

And damn, you memorized every one of her scars that she was still ashamed of, every birthmark, every one of her angles; It is simply beautiful.

"Stop looking at me like that." The half-naked woman says and then faces you with a smile on her lips, you are so immersed in your own thoughts about her, that you don't even pay attention to what she says.

She clears her throat, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You see her looking directly at you which makes you a little nervous.

"What were you saying?" You say with a smile on your face, still a little oblivious to what was happening around you.

"I said stop looking at me like that." The woman steps down from her platform with a towel wrapped around her waist to approach where you're.

"How do you think I'm looking at you?" You ask curiously.

"As if... You will love me." These last words are a sweetened whisper that is capable of making you blush instantly.

"Don't you think I look at you that way because I really love you?" The words that came from your lips were enough to make the woman's cheeks turn a growing red.

"I know, I love you too."

You simply love her.

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[deblklesb]

[As the night goes by — Sevika × Reader]

a/n: just a drabble. it's filthy. okay? okay. enjoy. not proof read.

cw: nsfw, name calling | MDNI

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As you breathe deeply, legs sore with fatigue and sensitive body from all the previous activities of the night, Sevika has the prosthetic hand on your waist and the other on one of your tits. Her tongue tastes the skin of your other nipple, and you can see in the way she savours you that she's enjoying this very much.

She loves to see you getting up and up to your climax, desperate and needy, moving your body even though you're cleary tired. As she knows and you don't dare to deny, the feeling of being her's, her plaything, the one she worships and fucks into oblivion, does something with you.

So you keep going, pussy rubbing against her strong thigh, spreading all your moistures on her dark skin and moaning more as the seconds go by. She touches you and whispers how wet and pathetic you are right now, how she wants to fuck you deep and hard before eating you out, how your tits look good and taste good. Sevika would be the death of you.

Your core as aching with want; no, need. You needed that orgasm so bad it was almost stupid. "Please, Sev...", you said, pressing the face against her neck and kissing the skin.

"What, princess? Do you need me to help you?"

"Yes, fuck", you wouldn't be able to go untill the end, as much as you wanted. The muscles were crying for help, burning, and the thought of stopping and not coming were unbearable. "I need it, please"

"Look at you, such a pretty slut", your pussy throbbed at those words, chills running through your body as her hands caressed your hips. The right one slid in between your thighs as you got slightly up to give her space, the fingers pressing you core in that spot you needed. "I want to hear you loud and clear"

And as she started to massage you deliciously, you called her name and said how you wanted her to fuck you. Talking like that wasn't something that you'd do normally, but that night was making you go stupid. So you pleased her with your voice, gasping and moaning between the filthy words with desire. Sevika was rubbing your soaked cunt, pressing your clit, making a mess.

That feeling pooled in the low of your stomach as you clenched around nothing and pulled the hair in the back of her neck, crying out loud about how fucking hard you wanted to come in her mouth. The orgasm made you shiver on her lap, legs pressing but not closing due to her thighs between them.

"There, calm down now, love", she kissed your face, neck and shoulder, pulling you closer so your bodies were together. She was so warm.

You were trying to catch your breath, mind dizzy and light. You could easily drift off, but no. You wanted more. You just needed to take a moment before laying with your ass up, open legs for her.

"Want your tongue, Sev"

"Do you, now?" She laughed lowly, spreading kisses along your jaw as you slowly pulled away a little bit, just enough to look at her beautiful features. "Where do you want it?"

"On my pussy", she was enjoying your speaking moment. "You make me so wet and hot with it. It's so good" The tip of your noses were bumping into each other, the dark eyes consuming you. "Put your tongue inside of me, Sev", you whispered.

On a swift movement she changed positions, having your back on the bed. You laughed, giving her peck after peck before she started to gently kiss your neck again.

"Let's give you another one, my pretty slut", she murmured, making you smile in anticipation.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[divider by @froopis]

[k3n-dyll]

Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, dom!Sevika, dom!Ambessa, rough sex, porn with zero plot, oral (r!receving), strap usage, strap sucking/face fucking, spit, squirting, spit roasting Word Count: 898

Notes ☆ this is just a sleepy, disgustingly horny, rant, man. Like, more so than usual.

Sevika practically holds you down with her body, mech arm caught tight around your torso as her flesh palm paws and squeezes at your tits, her lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder. She's enjoying the view more than she'd ever admit out loud, silver eyes fixated on the other woman that's had her head snug between your legs for what at this point feels like fucking hours. Neither of you can seem to take your eyes off of the way Ambessa's scarred back and broad shoulders move as she forces you to keep still for her, the same large hands that so gently caress your face and hold you close any other time now locked in a vice grip against your thighs, sure to leave bruises against the soft skin.

The noises coming from her sucking and lapping at your cunt are bordering on obnoxious, the amount of time you've been pushed over the edge with her mouth alone having landed you sitting in a wet spot of a collection of your own squirt and her saliva. The overstimulation has reduced you into a babbling, trembling little mess, and yet neither of them have had their fill yet.

"I c-can't, I can't..." You slur, both women letting out amused huffs of laughter at your pathetic attempt to speak. Dumbly, you think that Ambessa pulling away and Sevika's grip on your body loosening means that you finally get a little bit of a break, your sigh of relief getting cut short by Sevika's voice as she whispers into your ear.

"You're not done, doll. Hands and knees." Her coaxing is gentle, her hands keeping you steady as you switch positions with the elegance of a newborn calf. It'd be humiliating if your brain hadn't been rendered so useless, eyes half-lidded as you watch Ambessa's tear-blurred form tower over you, a hand coming to grip your chin.

"Such a pretty thing you are. You've got a little more in you, don't you angel?" Ambessa's sultry tone fills your ears, a dopey grin crossing your features at the praise as you give an equally lazy nod. Gently, she presses the red silicone hanging from her hips against your mouth, seeking permission for entrance. "Good, girl. Open that pretty mouth for me"

Your jaw slacks almost immediately, a low hum of approval escaping the woman in front of you, her murmured praises and the feeling of her hand gently palming the back of your head distracting you from the girth stuffing your jaws. Distracting you from what's happening behind you as well.

You get little warning - the bed slightly sinking in from behind and the cool touch of a metal hand against the plush of your hip before you start to feel Sevika pushing her own strap inside of you. A choked yelp of surprise escaping you at the feeling, your body tensing up.

"Uh-uh, relax... that's it, just breathe baby.." Sevika purrs, leaning down and peppering wet kisses along the arch of your back to ease your tension, though she doesnt stop her advances, each shallow pump of her hips stretching you further.

They give you grace, letting you adjust, kissing and marking you as you settle around them but the gentle front doesn't last long. Sevika can't stop herself from slamming into you from behind, admiring the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, her own pussy dripping against the harness at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of her cock.

Each thrust from behind forces Ambessa's strap down your throat, every gag forced from you sending strings of saliva pooling from behind your lips and onto your chin, your neck, the bed...

"You're such a fucking mess, look at that.." Ambessa chuckles as she watches you struggle to take her in your mouth, enjoying how eager you are to please, even if it turns you into well...this. She rewards your eagerness by pulling out of your mouth, barely letting you get down a few much-needed gulps of air before she's shifted the harness down off of her hips, instead shoving your face flush between her thighs, letting you taste her.

Your breathlessness doesn't stop you from lapping at her like a woman starved, fingers curling into the sheets as you do your best to focus on the task at hand without succumbing to the intensity of Sevika's sloppy pounding from behind. Their grunts and overlapping praises drown out all thought, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, shaking and twitching as you're split between the two. The only warning you're able to give before your climax ultimately rips through your body is a couple of muffled, loud whines.

Your head falls from Ambessa's grip, the woman letting you breathe as you cum, Sevika's hips just barely slowing as you finally let go, too enthralled in the way you squirt around her, the liquid wetting both your and her lower halves.

"Gonna have so much to clean up when we're finished with this one - fuck" Sevika boasts, letting her human palm land on your ass with a thwack. Ambessa just chuckles, her palm lightly patting the side of your face to keep you grounded in reality.

"You'll get to rest that pretty head in a little while, angel..." She coos. "But we're not quite done yet..."

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Taglist: @archangeldyke-all, @delinthecut, @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery, @glass-apothecary, @cobraisveryhorny - Wanna be tagged?

We're gonna pretend I tagged the correct ppl the first time, 'kay? <3

[katyawooga]

gf!sevika hcs bc i'm even More mentally ill!!! <3

→ fem reader obvi!!! mix of sfw and nsfw

→ men dni!!!

– she sleeps like a log. once her head hits that pillow she is out like a light. good luck waking her up without violently shaking her or actually yelling in her ear, because nothing is waking her

– ^^^ meanwhile, you get to listen to her breathing, the whirring of her chemtech arm, and her soft snores (which she denies) all night long. you've gotten used to it, and it honestly soothes you now, but it took a while for it not to annoy you anymore

– she's for sure an ass woman. if she isn't feeling cute and doesn't want to hold your hand while walking with you, she'll be grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. if you're at home cuddling, your bum is her favourite thing to squish and to pat for comfort. also, it makes you blush

– she was definitely a stone top in bed, so much so she was almost kind of confused that you wanted to return the favour. it took her a while to get used to it, but now she goes weak whenever she just thinks about you eating her out

– ^^^ plus, it makes her feel good that she can keep the soft dominance by telling you how to get her off

– she works out at home just to put on a show for you. no, your living room doesn't have the space for a 6ft tall muscle woman to properly exercise, and yes, she knows that. but, she also knows it gets a rise out of you to hear her heavy breathing, her grunts of exertion, and her body glistening with sweat

– she's always trying to upgrade and ameliorate her chemtech arm, adding new attachments and making improvements all the time. there may or may not be slash marks on one of your walls when she was first making that sword attachment from act 3... :P

– she denies liking any kind of animal because she actually likes being scary and unapproachable in the undercity, but one day you came home with a sick kitten from the alley and (shamefully, to her) she melted and helped you nurse it back to health to keep as a pet

ummmmm 😊😊😊 i'm sooo normal!!! i promise!!!

[artinvain]

alpha!Sevika who comes home after a fight broke out at the last drop, too much shimmer in her system to shake. your scent leading her home as she sprints after it, slamming the door behind her and making you jump.

“vika?” you’re half asleep on the couch, her pupils blown and irises swirling purple. she’s throbbing in her pants as she makes her way over to you, grunting and moaning as she presses her mouth against yours, leaning over you on the couch and nuzzling her face into your neck.

she’s licking and sucking softly at your mating gland, her sharp teeth skimming over it.

“b-be careful,” you groan even as you bare your neck to her. smirking when she smells how much wetter you get. how she can feel your slick through her pants — your hips bucking up to meet hers in her thrusts.

“this shimmer’s got me all kinds of fucked baby,” she pants, her tongue sucking on yours, puckering your cheeks with her hand and pressing chaste kisses there. taking in the furrow of your brow, the way your soft eyes look up at her, concern and lust a delicious mixture to her, “but you’re gonna help me out aren’t you omega? cause you’re always so fucking good f’me,” she whines, her hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

she can’t help but suckle on them, moaning and lavishing her tongue wildly all over them, pulling your cami down and making a mess of you — hickies littering your skin. she chokes on her whimper when your back arches as she gently squeezes your nipples.

“yeah, yes sev m’wanna help you,” you pant, going to kiss her again and reaching your hand down to palm her crotch, whining when she ruts into your hand, she loves how easily delirious you get. already spreading your legs for her, splaying yourself out for her to take.

“fuck, that’s- mmh need more-“ she groans, her teeth dangerously close to clamping down on your neck and claiming you. Instead she rips your panties from you and cups your cunt, “shit, you feel that baby?”

your cunt is so swollen and sensitive you could feel everything, the rough pads of her fingers rubbing circles on your clit, your hips start to wind into her fingers, your hands digging into her boxers and rubbing and squeezing her until she’s sticky with her own leaking cum. you work yourselves into a drunken state until —

“god please need to fuck you or m’gonna explode,” she grunts as you kick her pants all the way down and “fuuck, vika,” she’s sliding home into you, her cock stretching you out, she’s feeling your sensitive walls clamp around her and she’s fucking leaking inside you. the warmth of her making your belly tighten.

“s-so big, sev, please fuck— fill me up, please,” you’re trying and failing desperately to meet her thrusts, so she holds your hips down so she can continue her brutalising pace, hiking your leg up on her shoulder and slowing down and snarling when you get wetter, pumping deep so you can feel her bumping your gspot.

“I know baby, I know, so fucking good yeah? you feel so good, getting me drunk on this pretty pussy,” she gasps, “wanna feel you cum around me,” sevika whines, reaching down and rubbing your clit until your thighs are tightening against her, even as her body holds you open.

“come on baby gush all over this cock, wanna feel your needy little cunt squeezin me,” she groans and fuck, you’re cumming around her, making it so much easier for her so rut into you, your living room filling with the squelch of your wetness, her hips smacking against your thighs.

“yeah, yeah that’s it baby, fucking taking me so well — shit, fuck you feel good, getting so fuckin tight,” she pants, falling over you and stilling inside you, shaking and grinding her hips into you, her mound rubbing against your clit. you’re absolutely wound up, your eyes shut tight, leaking with tears and sevika nearly cums at the sight, but she wants to hold on, just a little longer so she can feel how you suck her back in as she fucks you, before she stuffs you full with her knot.

🏷️🙏 @sevsbaby @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul @ariariarr @lavendersgirl

[piscespetals]

summary: in which sevika becomes your roommate. click here to view all parts.

content: gay pining, angst, thought spirals, fluff

word count: 4k

this is the final part. thank you so much for all your support! very sorry for the delay, I honestly had this sitting in my drafts on here for WEEKS y'all. this was supposed to have already been uploaded and silly me never logged back on to double check.

Chapter Five

When you wake, your muscles feel like jelly. You're hyper aware of the sheets underneath you—how warm they are. And how your duvet swaddles you just the right way…Your pillow smells good. Like coming home after a long day of work. Like Sevika. 

Suddenly, there's movement behind you.

And that's when you realize it's her breath. It tickles the back of your neck, stutters momentarily while she shifts, then resumes. A chill runs down the slope of your back as you feel pressure around your waist, which happens to be her arm. She pulls you closer to her as if she's afraid of you getting up right then.

“Sev?”

But there's no answer. The only sound that echoes is a soft snore and grinding teeth.

You bite back a smile while your muscles relax, and you lean into the inviting embrace of the woman behind you.

“You’re staring,” Sevika mutters. Her eyes remain downcast as she dries off a freshly washed knife. You admire how strong she looks in that moment; how she’s handling such a thing with the utmost care.

Sevika standing there with a sparkling knife shouldn’t be an image that you welcome. Yet you do. 

“Am I?” You mutter. Your lips barely part as you get lost at the sight of the woman before you. 

She peers at you under the lids of her lashes, eyebrows raising with sparkling pools of grey. 

“I don’t mind it.” She says quietly, almost sweetly. Her gaze readjusts quickly back to the task at hand–the knife–despite it already being completely dry. “I never do.”

Your eyes follow her slow and careful movements, towel in her right hand and utensil in her left. Your heart flutters.

Softly, you smile and manage only then to look away. 

Alicia bends over, hand gripping the porch handrail as a tear trickles down her face. She’s laughing, which you usually don’t mind, but this time it’s at your expense.

“It’s not that funny,” You mumble, which only makes her laugh harder.

“Hun, it’s known to all of mankind,” Mel chimes in. “That you’re quite dramatic.”

“Am not!”

Another round of guffaws. 

That’s when you glance towards Sevika, who’s relaxing in a rocking chair across from you. She somehow thought that today was the perfect day to tell Alicia and Mel about your waxing incident a few weeks back. Maybe you should find some sort of humor in it; after all, it turned out fine after an application of aloe vera. 

But still.

It was embarrassing.

“What about the night I told you that I’d be moving in with Alicia?” Mel’s eyes shine from the distant memory. “You were hysterical.”

“Okay, now you’re overexaggerating.”

“Remember when you said that me moving out was the beginning of your end? That you were doomed to grow old and die alone in a nursing home–”

“Mel.”

“While Alicia and I had to explain to our kids what happened to their Aunt-”

“It was a rational fear.”

At this point, Alicia is struggling to breathe. She grips the sides of her ribs, eyes squinted shut and jaw slack from silent laughter. She crouches down to the floor, hands stabilizing themselves on the arm of Sevika’s rocking chair. You notice Sevika’s amusement seconds later; how she coughs fakely into her inner elbow while her forehead crinkles. Mel giggles when you playfully shove her.

“I hate you guys.” 

For a split second, you peer at Sevika to find that she’s already regarding you. Her pupils are dilated and her full lips have stretched into a lazy grin. Her cupid’s bow looks exceptionally prominent, reminding you of how warm her mouth felt when pressed against you this morning. 

She winks and manages to pull you from the memory. 

Mel rolls her eyes, sending you a cheesy grin. “You love us.”

You open your mouth to object, but nothing comes out. You can’t fight it. Because Mel is right.

You do.

When you wake up, the first detail that you can pinpoint is the smell of something warm and sophisticated. Your eyes flutter.

“Careful.” The murmur is low. Gentle. Sevika. “You’ll wake her.”

“Sorry,” The distinct lilt of Mel’s voice. “Do you need help getting her into the car?”

Shifting, “No, it’s okay.”

Then there’s movement. Is it you? Is it Sevika? You’re too drowsy to be able to fully tell. You try to open your eyes, but the pull is too enticing.

“Thank you for always looking after her…” Mel’s voice draws closer. There’s the warmth of another body now, and a gust of Mel’s signature fruity perfume. You struggle to register the feeling of being smothered by two people. Is Sevika carrying you? “She may never tell you, but she appreciates you so much.”

Mel pulls away, squeezing your arms briefly. When you try to open your eyes, your vision can only make out the edge of a jawline that curves into a neck. Sevika’s neck.

Arms hold you with a strength you hadn’t thought possible. Fingers press into your skin when you shift your weight–or try to. 

“We’ll be home soon,” Sevika says. Her voice has dipped down to an incredibly low volume, much closer to your ear than before. Her skin–at least, that’s what you think it is–brushes against your cheek for a few seconds. Lingering there before disappearing again. “Just rest.”

If you were fully awake, you’d probably be absolutely embarrassed by the thought of Sevika carrying you to the car. You must have fallen asleep after dinner, since your last memory is sitting around the fireplace with Sevika, Alicia and Mel. 

But you’re too tired to feel embarrassed.

And you’re too comfortable.

There’s a hand that touches your shoulder, a gentle caress before it pulls away and then, “She looks exhausted,” Mel whispers. 

Sevika hums. The voices begin to drift away again. You catch the end of a sentence, very specifically the words, “...Haven’t told her yet,” before you succumb to a restful sleep.

It’s only when your neck is sore from being craned, forehead resting against the cool glass of the passenger window, when your eyes flutter open. You see flashing lights and blurred buildings, and for a second, you're incredibly disoriented as you try to register the passing world. But then there's a hand that rests on your thigh, the slight caress from a thumb, before you're being gently squeezed.

“Almost home,” Sevika mutters.

You blink slowly and gaze at her side profile. There’s certain parts of her that are beautifully accentuated in the dark of the night. Her grey eyes glow as they shift from streetlights to traffic, always alert and ever-watchful. Her full lips move discreetly as she hums along to the car radio. There's something sweet that settles in your mouth then, a new flavor that you're not quite used to. After walking around the world with a bitter-aftertaste for so long, you almost convince yourself that anything else is wrong. But you know, deep down, it’s completely the opposite.

This couldn't be anymore right.

You're at a red light now and Sevika does not hesitate to flick through the radio channels, frowning in distaste at some of the songs. Your heart dances at the sight. 

“Thank you,” You find yourself saying.

Her gaze remains on the radio and she allows the silence to be enveloped by a commercial before she replies. “For what?”

“Being you. And lovi–” You swallow thickly. “...caring for me.”

You can tell that melts through to her. Your words have found a way to pierce that shell of nonchalance she always carries. Her lashes flutter and you swear you hear the slightest hitch of her breath. 

But then the light turns green, the car jolts forward and she glances back towards the road. 

The moment passes and so does the rest of your courage. 

You can’t seem to find your courage around Sevika anymore. 

The next morning, you wake to the smell of bacon lingering in the air. A cloud of fatigue hangs over you whilst you make yourself presentable. Even after splashing ice cold water on your face–and brushing your teeth twice–you barely manage to keep your eyes open when you approach the kitchen. 

Sevika stands at the island, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. A few strands of hair sweep the sharp lines of her jaw as her gaze remains on the task in front of her. With deep concentration, she slices through a strawberry. Several pieces of said fruit sit in a bowl to her left. 

It’s ridiculous that the mere sight of her is enough to wake up every atom in your body. Within seconds, your drowsiness has dissipated, and you stand before her with your teeth working into your bottom lip. 

Her head snaps up upon your arrival, grey eyes alert before softening (a telltale sign that she was deep in thought) when they land on you. 

“Strawberries?” Is all that you can say.

Her eyebrows fret together–lips parting, “They’re your favorite right?” She appraises your forehead, then your nose, before returning back to your eyes. “Or do you not like them anymore?”

She remembers. 

Your ears ring and for a split second, you’re convinced you’ll become a puddle on the floor.

Behind her, on the opposing countertop, sits a platter of bacon and prepared scrambled eggs.  

It’s a simple gesture–but the emotions that said gesture ignites feel dangerous. Scary. All encompassing. 

Lines of worry etch themself onto Sevika’s forehead as you struggle to respond.

You want to tell her. You need to tell her.

But how? 

Is it not too soon? Will it scare her away?

To jump or not to jump is the true question that you find yourself wanting to answer. How do people take the plunge? Put their hearts on the line with a possibility of it being crushed?

“Is this too much?” She asks, voice much quieter now.

If you look close enough, you’d almost believe that there was a cloud of desperation swirling in Sevika’s grey irises. Your head shakes slightly as you try to recenter yourself. 

There it is again–that ear ringing sensation that makes you want to jump into her arms while simultaneously collapsing onto the ground. The pull towards her–the one that’s always there–no matter how many times you try to wish it away.

You shake your head, only managing to croak, “I love strawberries,” with a pounding heart.

I love you.

“It’s not too much,” You add. 

You could never be too much. 

Sevika doesn’t move–doesn’t blink. Barely breathes.

Your lips part and she watches you with a patience that’s warm enough to console you even during the coldest winters. She’s waiting for you to say something more. 

But you can’t.

You fucking can’t.

“Come here,” Her command is nothing more than a whisper. 

Your mouth goes dry when you watch her set the knife back down on the chopping board. She side-steps, strawberries long forgotten, as her hands stretch for you.

It doesn’t take much effort for you to close the distance. Despite your tongue being tied, and despite that god-awful lump in the back of your throat, your body doesn’t hesitate in following her. It never will.

Her hands, as tender as they can be, cup the apple of your cheeks. “Are you sure this is okay?” Her breath fans your skin, nose nearly inches from yours as her head bows to meet your gaze head-on.

You nod, boneless and vulnerable. 

“This is okay,” Is pretty much all that you can manage to respond. “More than okay.” 

And that seems to be enough for her. Her shoulders relax and she dips down to meet you with a kiss.

You can feel the beads of perspiration dripping down the nape of your neck. Your chest heaves up and down as you step into the lobby, eyes immediately landing on two receptionists sitting at the front desk. 

One of them sports auburn ringlets and hazel eyes. Small rectangular frames sit on the edge of her nose, and she’s dressed in all black with a large scale spider tattooed onto the front of her neck. 

Two people sit in the lobby chairs positioned against one of the walls. One of them is deeply attuned to their smartphone. The other is asleep.

The receptionist with the spider tattoo, follows your movements with acute focus. You shoot her a lazy smile, slightly dazed from rushing two blocks and also stressed about the time. 

Your eyes dart to the watch on your left wrist as you reach the receptionist desk.

4:17 PM.

You’re late.

“Hi,” You breathe, before taking a long gulp of water. Your purse is barely hanging off of your shoulder, chest heaving up and down as you struggle to breathe while simultaneously inhaling half of the contents in your hydroflask. 

The woman stares at you tepidly, the corner of her mouth twitching as she blinks. That’s when you notice how striking her hazel eyes are, which happen to be coated with a thick layer of black eyeliner and mascara. Her name reads:

Sage

She/her

Sage’s coworker, a muscular brunette with a buzzcut and two industrial piercings, finally glances up from their book. Their name tag, much more shinier than Sage’s, reads: 

Mav

He/him

Mav is friendlier, greeting you with a wide grin. Wrinkles appear around his eyes when he does so. “Hey! Are you here for an appointment?”

Your eyes dart to Sage, who is still appraising you with a harsh stare. She plays with the lanyard around her neck as her head slightly tilts. 

You shift your weight nervously, “I’m actually visiting Sevika. Um,” You redirect your gaze back to Mav. “She’s my…” A heatwave flashes through you as you try to form a comprehensible sentence. “I’m uh, like, her…” God. This is awkward. “I was originally supposed to be here at 3:45? I don’t know if she told you. Um-”

“Oh!” A hint of recognition flashes across Mav’s face. His smile widens and his gaze travels to every detail of your face. “You're Sev’s girl? It’s nice to finally meet you! I swear to God, it’s been ages of us asking,” Mav pauses, glancing over to Sage for reassurance. “...About when we would finally see you. We were beginning to think that Sev has just been lying all this time. Or that the whole love triangle thing between you, her and Monica was just a big story she made up t-Ow!”

It almost looks as if Sage kicks Mav. Mav winces, reaching underneath the desk to check on–what you assume to be–his leg. His eyes narrow as he sends a side-long glare in Sage’s direction, but the deadpan woman ignores him. 

Instead, Sage glances at you, humor dancing in the swirls of her hazel irises as she stands to her feet. “I'll let Sevika know you're here,” She murmurs.

“Thanks. I texted her a few times but she hasn't responded so I figured she’s probably busy with,” You clear your throat. “Tattooing and… stuff.”

One of Sage’s eyebrows quirk up in amusement. She doesn't say anything more, turning on her heels and rounding the corner that leads to another room. When you return your gaze back to Mav, he’s already nose-deep into his novel; your presence long forgotten.

A few minutes later, you hear footfalls echoing from the hallway. It sounds like multiple, which causes your shoulders to tense and back to straighten. Subconsciously, you wipe your palms against the denim of your jeans. A worn pair of black boots rounds the corner, clunking against the marble floors. Your eyes travel up the fitted dark-washed jeans and stop on Sevika’s exposed shoulders—thanks to her sleeves being cut off.

You aren’t able to get much ogling done before she speaks.

“I thought you weren’t gonna make it,” Her voice is low. A bit strained but laced with an undertone of satisfaction. Sage quietly trails behind, eyeing the two of you before sitting back down in her seat. 

You aren’t quite sure how to greet Sevika; at least, not in public like this. Especially since you’re at her workplace. Surely, kissing would be inappropriate?

Thankfully, she doesn’t give you a chance to truly decide. Instead, her arm drapes over your shoulders as she pulls you into her side–a half hug, to your surprise–while something warm presses against your temple.

Her lips.

The kiss is too fleeting for you to register it at that moment. It’s only when she pulls away, squeezing your left shoulder and urging you to walk with her when the gesture dawns on you.

“Are you hungry?” Her lips brush against your right ear, voice low. “I ordered food. It got here a while ago though so we’ll most likely have to microwave it.”

Your skin is warm. Every inch of it. 

Blinking through a daze, your head tilts in her direction as you nod. “That's fine with me.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you still feel the heavy stare of Sage. You wait until you’re further away and out of sight from the receptionist desk when you add, “The woman…Sage? She’s kind of, uh, intense don't you think?”

Sevika doesn't necessarily laugh at your statement but her lips do stretch into a small grin as she exhales shakily. “Yeah, she is. Mostly nosy, is all. And she’s not really a people person—her apprenticeship starts here soon though. She’s one hell of an artist. So we’re keeping her at the front until then.”

You hum at the thought, Sage quickly fading from your brain as Sevika’s arm drops from your shoulders. Instead, you feel a loose grip around your waist–her fingers rest around the curve of your hip and gently urge you to move closer to her. The pair of you have long passed the piercing and tattoo stations, nearing the tail end of the building where a staircase leads to a second floor. Silently, she gestures for you to begin climbing.

Your eyebrows raise and you glance at her, “Up?” You ask, not bothering to mask your surprise. Your index finger motions towards the second floor.

“Where else?” She gives you a quizzical stare.

You suppose it was a bit silly to think that the pair of you would be anywhere else. It’s not like it’s sanitary or professional to be lounging around the tattoo stations, especially if you’re eating food soon. 

It was early this morning when Sevika proposed the idea of having a meal together. She mentioned that it could be at her job, since you haven’t seen the inside of her building (and it’s also geographically convenient since her tattoo shop is closer to home than your office).

The moment you heard the words food and tattoo shop, you immediately said yes. Spending more time together has especially been on your mind lately (and you’ve always had a nagging desire to see this side of her). 

However, you hadn’t actually thought through the logistics of the plan. Not until now. 

“Will it be too taxing for you? I’m sorry–I didn’t even realize–” She points in the direction you just came from. “...The elevators are in the lobby. We can walk back if you want. Are you hurting badly?”

What?

Oh. 

Oh.

The car accident.

You were sore from time to time, but not as bad as before. Quickly, you grab her hand and begin to climb the stairs. “No, actually–” You struggle to hide your smile. “...I’m okay with taking the stairs.” 

You lead the way, with the help of a few directions from her.

Sevika’s office is heavily decorated with all things that describe her. Hundreds of sketches are pinned to a wall while three signed basketball jerseys are hung up on another. There's an incense burning, per usual, when the pair of you walk into the room. A window is slightly propped open and gives you a perfect view of the city. Art clippings and photographs are sprawled across the desk, and a tall lamp is positioned in the corner of the room. To your right is a couch, with a folded blanket and what looks like-

Your head whips back at her. “Chinese takeout?”

Sevika still stands by the door threshold, balancing her weight against it as she rests her hands in her pockets. “Your favorite.” A small smile falls upon her lips.

You don’t know what to say. Thankfully, she continues talking. “I don’t have a TV though. So we’ll have to do without one of your romcoms.” She motions her head behind you. “I hope the window is enough entertainment.”

You laugh and make your way towards the couch. “This is perfect.”

Today is perfect.

She is perfect.

But the feelings are too powerful for you to allow yourself to linger on them. Instead, you make a beeline for the couch, opening up the takeout bag and retrieving  one of the containers. You’re well aware of Sevika’s presence–the waft of her cologne and muted thuds of her boots. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her grab the takeout bag, sitting down in place of it before placing the bag on a coffee table that's a foot away. 

Your heart is hammering in your chest, mouth full of egg fried rice and skin buzzing. If you were to scoot father right, your leg would press against hers. 

But you don’t.

A few beats pass before, “Is everything okay?” She mutters. Her voice is low.

That’s when you force your head to lift, meeting her eyes for a fews seconds. She remains calm. Steady. Her expression is clear–gaze never leaving you. 

“You’ve been distant for a little while now,” She pauses, lips parting. You can tell she’s thinking deeply about what to say and how to say it. “...For the last week or so. And I just want to make sure it’s not because of anything I’ve done or–”

“No.” Your eyes are widening. “You haven’t done anything at all. You’ve been good to me, Sev.” Blinking rapidly, you refocus back on the food in front of you. “I have no complaints. I’m happy with you.”

Hesitation. Then, “Are you sure?” 

And when you catch wind of her face again, you notice that she’s sporting an expression of genuine curiosity. A hint of quiet longing also seems to be staring back at you, and it’s apparent that she's truly–completely–surprised. Have you not been obvious about how much you care for her? Is there really a chance that she thinks differently?

A wave of courage greets you and you decide, right then, that you have to stop denying yourself.

You deserve to take a hold of this–to firmly grasp this time with her–no matter how badly you want to listen to the fear that is nagging in the back of your mind.

You deserve to let yourself fully enjoy this–to fully enjoy her.

And she deserves that too.

“I love you,” You say it as faithfully as you can, because damned if you don’t surely sounds worse than damned if you do. Your hands are shaking, but you don’t allow yourself to think twice because you’ve already said it. You can’t take it back. “God, I love you.” It’s becoming harder to see her. Your line of vision is blurry and your throat hurts. “Sorry I-” You swallow deeply. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you, or even if I should. I don’t want to scare you off. I know it’s soon and we’re still trying to figure this out but…” You’re at a loss for words, shrugging as you try to contemplate what else to say.

She grabs your hands, tugging you towards her. 

“I…” The sound of her exhaling softly is all you can hear. She tries to speak again, “You…” But her voice trails off again.

“I know you’ve expressed to me how you feel and I know this is a lot considering your divorce, then Monica and now me. I want to be with you and I want to give you everything I can, even if that includes taking things slow.” You wet your lips and that’s when you taste tears. You’re crying. “Whatever you need...I’ll be that. I don’t mind. I’ve just been trying to process it all. How I feel for you–it only seems to grow stronger each day. My love for you…” You shake your head, trying to recollect yourself. “...Becoming distant…Making you worry–that wasn’t what I intended.” 

She lets go of your hands. Air leaves your lungs when you feel her coming closer…closer…closer. Her mouth is hot, pressing against yours without any hesitation. That feeling alone makes your muscles turn to mush. But then she deepens it, leaning further into you as if none of this is enough. The urgency she exudes, combined with the swiftness of her tongue, makes you feel as if you’re running out of time….like kissing you is the most dire thing she could be doing right now. 

She wraps her arms around you completely and you allow your body to relax. 

All you can think about is her. Her lips and her taste and her smell and her hair.

All you can think about is how much you loved her when you were inside of her last night, and how much you loved her when her arms were wrapped around you this morning. How much you loved her even when the two of you bickered over the broken tea kettle last week, and how much you still love her right now. 

And that love, you're completely sure, will just keep growing and growing and growing…

You need her, in every aspect. You believe that you’ll always need her.

The tip of her nose brushes your cheek, then grazes against it when she tilts her head in the opposite direction. You feel yourself arching when her hands slide to the small of your back. Your fingers dig into her hair and tug at her scalp. Her quiet hum of satisfaction falls directly into your mouth, chest pressed against yours, body sliding in between your legs.

The salt of your tears fall onto your tongue, but she doesn't seem to mind. When she pulls away, gasping for air, her arms tighten around you even more. Her lips are swollen, eyes misting over as they stare back at you, and forehead merely inches from yours, “Don't you get it?” She whispers. “I'm yours,” Her voice strains with desperation. “You could never scare me away by telling me this. Ever.” 

“And if it isn’t obvious already,” She adds, nose brushing against your cheek. She leaves a trail of her burning touch as she inhales deeply; breathing you in. Your eyes flutter shut and the feeling of her lips pressing against your neck causes your breath to hitch. “I love,” And she pulls away to kiss your other side, “Love,” You shiver when she practically drags her face against yours before halting your anticipation with a tender peck against your lips. “...Love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

And you’re kissing her again, still needing more, but this time allowing yourself to have it. At this point, you’re pretty sure cartoon birds are circling above your head. You’ve never felt so blissed out and completely flustered at the same time. This moment is full of mirth, and promises, and undeniable love.

This is what it means to be alive.

Sevika is smiling now, laughing when you press into her for more, more, more. You’ll always want more of her and more of everything with her. 

“Take me home?” You whisper.

She’s laughing again, eyes misting over, but doesn't miss a beat standing up.

She understands. She feels it too.

Grabbing your hand, she manages to collect the food and her keys in one sweep. “Okay,” She answers, seemingly happy to grant you such a wish.

With your chest aching something fierce, you follow her without question. 

You love her.

And she loves you back.

Tomorrow, you’ll wake up and spend your morning eating toast and drinking tea, loving each other just the same. 

There’ll be days where you two will hang photos that haven’t been taken yet, loving each other just the same.

You’ll spend more dinners together, more holidays, and weekends and years–loving each other just the same. 

Your new life, the one you have been so afraid to accept ever since Mel moved out, is waiting for you with the door wide open.

Now is when you decide to take the leap forward, hand in hand with Sevika; promising yourself that you’ll never look back. 

[writr4luvrs]

She loves it when Fem!Reader is on top, riding her. She gets the perfect view!

femme x femme reader

features: csm, jjk, aot, arcane (netflix), last of us

The perfect view of your exhausted face, eyes closed and heavy, lips wet and swollen. She loved being so soft and gentle for her baby, her hands caressing and massaging your thighs up to your waist, rubbing your soft tummy. "Easy..." she purrs below you. "you don't wanna hurt yourself.." you could feel her smirk, making you moan and whimper in response, eager to start bouncing. You moan when she readjusts herself, looking down at her as your hands placed softly on her chest.

You loved that she loved you, you loved that she cared for you. You loved the attention she was giving to your clit

Quanxi, Makima, Shoko Ieiri, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Sevika (Arcane), Ellie Williams

[unkn0wn--3nt1ty]

Rewatching Arcane again for the butch lesbians

[dnvrsmedia]

Touch Me, Feel Me

Sevika x Reader (afab) smut

Kinktober

an: uh hi! it’s been a real long time & i come back bearing very filthy smut as promised HAHA

warnings: breeding kink 🤓

Ragged breaths escape your plush lips, dry from exhaustion. Eyes tilted up and back, unable to keep focus as the brute above you thrusts her hips in an ungodly manner.

Being the mechanic that you were, tinkering with hex tech was a pastime you enjoyed frequently. Knowing that Sevika’s birthday was coming up motivated you to finish something you had been working on for a long time. You were able to make technology to allow someone to regain feeling in a prosthetic. This idea came to you during one of the many nights you laid on Sevika’s chest. Soft strokes of her arm lightly scratching your back in comfort.

“I miss the way you feel on my arm.” Sevika kept her gaze on the ceiling.

Thoughts flurrying in her brain. Her strong jaw clenched in an act to make her exclude any emotion that may slip. You on the other hand, stunned. Sevika refuses to talk about her lost arm. The adjustment that was made post explosion left your relationship chipped, but not broken. From then on, you worked diligently to give your lover a new meaning.

You didn’t necessarily think your new technology would lead to Sevika attaching the device to her thick and lengthy silicon cock. Although, Sevika being Sevika, it truly didn’t surprise you.

“F-fuck! Vika, oh my-“ Your moans of deep pleasure increase by tenfold, the buff woman above you pistons her hips deeply into your core.

Her flesh hand snaking its way across your budding clit, rubbing furious circles into damnation. Drool dripping hotly onto the sheets from your gaped mouth as your center leaks from your pleasure. Slick coating the thick member while leaking down Sevika’s thick mountainous thighs. Her essence mixing with yours as her cunt weeps at the sensations of your warmth encompassing her member.

“That’s fucking it, baby. You like how this dick feels, huh? How full i’m- oh fuck- how full i’m making you?” The most powerful woman of Zaun grunts in your ear as her hips never farther.

Babbling is all you are left with as the piece works your walls. Stretching and massaging the spot that makes your toes curl. Sevika can feel the clenching of your muscles around her and moans a moan you’ve never thought could manifest from betwixt her lips. Your eyes full of adoration of how good she is feeling. You turn your gaze to watch as Sevika’s muscles contract in every movement made. Her abs on full display as her body contorts. Her nipples fully erect on her chest make you dizzy. It’s not very often that Sevika allows you to touch her breasts, but when she does it always makes her shiver. With no rational thoughts flowing through your brain, you unconsciously lift your hand up to her chest, catching a hold of her swelled bud, and pinch.

A roar from the bellows of her being errupts from the brute above. Like a light switch was flipped, Sevika shifts her body to contain your hands above your head in restraint.

“Who fucking told you it was okay yo do that? What a fucking whore you are. You say you made this for my arm but deep down we both know you wanted this.” Sevikas impossible pace picks up faster than you thought was possible.

At this point, silent screams are leaving your body as it is being found impossible to make noise. Your eyes fully roll to the back of your head in pleasure, unable to look at your lover above you. Your bilss taken away from you as her flesh hand removes itself from your clit with a firm ‘smack!’ a whine released itself from your throat as a plea.

“Watch yourself, baby.” Sevika halts all movement making you whimper and rustle in your restraint.

“Please.” You whimper softly, feeling too lightheaded to do more than that.

“What was that?” Sevika teased, slowly teasing herself back onto you, watching you fall apart.

“Vika, please! I need you!” You whine loudly, thrashing harshly in her hold. You can tell that she thrived off teasing you as her chin rose in pride and her smirk grew.

And in an instant, she’s back to fucking you open.

Sevika pushes to your climax with fast, sloppy thrusts . You can tell she is close by the guttural grunts and increased filthy words.

“Come on baby let me feel you cum on my cock. This pussy fucking loves taking me. Fucking take it!” And with that, you’re climaxing. Stars erupt behind your eyes as bliss comes running to you at full force.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum, gonna full you so good, baby! This pussy so fucking good.” Sevika is not too far behind you as she’s collapsing above you.

Moments pass before you feel your lover slip out of you with a wince. You giggle at her, she forgot to turn off the device allowing her to feel you. An annoyed pout adorns her face before she playfully smacks your thigh.

“Happy Birthday, Vika.” You kiss her lips slowly and passionately, showing your appreciation.

[elsfairy]

꒰⠀WHAT’S MY NAME?⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀SEVIKA. 🏒 ꒱

hockey!sevika is a menace. on and off the ice. always having her hands and arms around/on you protectively. she didn’t trust anyone to be around you, even if they were her said friends. Sevika was pushing borderline possessive when something involved you, simply because she cared about you so much that even the thought of someone else stealing your heart, made her skin crawl. if she was too busy practicing, and you were in the seat you always choose, watching her? then her eyes are more focused on the people around you than the puck she was supposed to be hitting. If you were laughing at a joke some other girl had told you? She’s clenching her jaw so tight that the veins in her neck threatened to pop, trying to figure out what was so fucking funny that it had her girl laughing, and giggling. “fucking asshole” is the term she’d always mutter under her breath, brain spiraling and thinking that someone was trying to flirt with you. Even if they weren’t. She’s just… jealous. you’ve never given her a reason to be, it’s just how she was when you were around. your relationship was her first real one, and every fiber of her being wanted to protect you, but keep everyone at bay and understand they can’t just have you as she has you. So yeah, Sevika was jealous that someone could make you laugh like you do when you’re with her, and that pisses her off more than anything. Because why? what’s so funny about their jokes? why are you laughing at their jokes with that little choked giggle you do when she says something funny? 

No, she didn’t like that. That giggle is hers to hear. That smile is hers to see. That fucking blush on your cheeks will always be hers to admire when you’re so zoned out, not paying any attention to her. 

Fuck, why was she jealous of a girl who didn’t even stand a chance with you?

For whatever reason she had, it didn’t take long to become a lot more silent towards you for the rest of the time she had to practice, giving you side-eye glances from across the stadium when she could, even if you couldn’t see them. Kept her eyes more or so focused on the floor, the puck, and the hands that gripped the stick tightly. Afraid she would break it if she held on any tighter.

“Who do you plan on killing with that grip?”

“Oh fuck off”

It only went downhill from there. Those glances became cold and closed off. You weren’t exactly sure why she had gone the full 5 yards and started blatantly ignoring you, but she could sense it was bothering you with the way you glanced over at her, pouting. She just didn’t know why that girl flirting or joking with you was affecting her so badly. The silent treatment went on for the entire ride back to her apartment, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a tight grip and a locked jaw that had you nervous. Why was she mad? Why was she ignoring you? Why hadn’t she said anything to you for the past hour? Did you do something wrong? The thoughts and questions were endless to you.

You had a whole apology ready for whatever reason the second the pair of you had finally made it back to the warm, cozy, and cool apartment. Ready to fall on your knees and beg her to forgive you for what you had done without knowing if it meant she would finally talk to you & stop ignoring you with every word said, or breathe you took. All of that died down the second the door closed, her large hand enclosed yours in a tight grip, pulling you into the bedroom, just a few words filling the air. “I’ll show you”

This was her favorite sight. Your face buried in the mountains of pillows that covered her bed, ass high in the air, and the only thing you had left on your body was her Jersey. The only piece of clothing she refuses to let anyone touch, let alone wear was bunched up over your hips, one of her hands had an iron grip on your hip, the other tightly wrapped around the fabric of the shirt and her strap buried so deep in your cunt that you were feeling like you’d feel it for days. She’s managed to pull 2 consecutive orgasms from you already within the past 30 minutes and is possessively going for a 3rd or 4th. Her pace was brutal, tearing whine after whine from your puffy, red lips that were covered in your own spit, and she could feel the pride swelling in her chest because she had you like this. You were fucked out & dumb on her strap, wearing her Jersey with her name on it, and the smirk on her face grew, thrilled because she was the one who was ever going to have you like this. Feel you like this. And have you forever. “What’s my name?”

“v-vika…”

“What’s my name?”

“Sevika!”

“Yeah. That’s right. Keep saying my name because it’s the only one you’re ever going to remember, Sweetheart”

based on this idea of Sevika letting you wear her jersey. Happy pride month 🌈

[sevikswhorelover]

Forcing your strap down sevikas throat She gurgles and struggles but that's fine, she will learn, her throat will learn the shape of your strap sooner or later. Your pace is harsh you take no pity , she asked for this, no, begged for it. her eyes water from the brutal pace, turning you on even more. Muffled moans and whines, sevika is nothing but a toy for you.

[abitohoney]

Don't Trust Dustin

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Mature/borderline Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, strap-ons, spanking, humor, CRACK

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: I'm 100% calling out @master-sass-blast for this. She held me at gunpoint and threatened to cease creating Sevika and Grayson content if I didn't write this. (Not really, but she asked me to so ofc I'll do this for her. <3) Inspired by this stupid post. Followers, please avert your eyes, this is a CRACK fic, and I take no responsibility for any damage this causes. I promise to return to normal posts after this.

Sevika drags her tired feet through the front door to her home. The home she shares with you. It has been one of those days. Dealing with the aftermath of Jinx’s shenanigans. Being chastised for complaining to Silco about the little shit. The only silver lining to an otherwise shitty day is that she’s coming home to you.

A heavy sigh fills the otherwise quiet entryway while Sevika kicks off her boots. Light shines through the crack in the door leading to the bedroom, and she realizes you must still be up despite the late hours. The tiniest hint of a grin pulls at one corner of her mouth as she makes her way quietly toward the light.

Curious as to what you're up to, she slowly pushes the door open. She finds you, back facing her, donning one of her t-shirts. Nothing odd about that. But when Sevika's gaze drops lower she spots the harness- her harness- wrapped around your sleep shorts. Now that is odd.

"Babe… what are you doing?" Sevika asks suspiciously as she steps into the room.

Lost in what you were doing, you had failed to notice Sevika's return home. You release a startled yelp and drop the bottle of glue you'd had in your hand. But you quickly forget about it, thrilled to see your girlfriend.

With a devious smirk you can't quite disguise, you peer over your shoulder at Sevika as she cautiously approaches you.

"Babe…" she repeats, gray eyes narrowing at the sight of your cheesy smile.

"Hi, Sev," you say sweetly.

Too sweetly, Sevika thinks.

Sevika's attention drops to the glue on the floor, then back up to you as she cocks a brow.

"Why aren't you answering me?" She asks as she slowly stalks around to your front.

"I- uh- I got something for you," you reply with a huge grin.

"Yeah? And what's tha-" Sevika's question falls short the moment she discovers the answer herself. She stands facing you, but she's staring blankly at the silicone toy attached to the front of your harness.

But it's not just a dildo. You enhanced it.

It takes Sevika a solid eight seconds to fully process the googly eyes, smile, and paper crown currently glued to her favorite purple dildo.

Ever so slowly, Sevika raises her eyes to look at your beaming face. Her expression is a mixture of disbelief, exhaustion, and just downright done-with-you.

"This is Sir Bartholomew Penetrator Master of the Thickwood Kingdom, and he wants a nice, sloppy kiss from you," you exclaim, completely undeterred by your girlfriend's obvious lack of enthusiasm for your creation. "From both pairs of lips, if you know what I mean," you add with a waggle of your eyebrows.

Sevika releases a long, deep sigh as she shakes her head. "Are you high?"

Brows furrowed in offense, you shake your head. "No! I'm fine!" Your chipper smile returns and you shake your hips to make the toy dance. Dropping your voice in a pathetic attempt to sound more ‘manly’, you make the toy talk to Sevika, "I just want a kiss from Zaun's scary lady."

Sevika stares at you deadpan. "You were out with Ran and Dustin weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I-"

"And you left your drink unattended, didn't you?"

Your excited expression drops to that of disappointment. Why does she always have to be such a party pooper?

"I had to go to the bathro-"

"What did I tell you about that?"

Now it's your turn to release the long sigh. "Don't leave any food or drink unattended around Dustin. Don't trust Dustin," you answer in a mocking tone while rolling your eyes. "But I'm fine!" You insist. But you aren't. You don't even notice how your words are starting to slur together. Or how you're swaying in your spot. Or how you're still making the strap bob and shake as you move your hips erratically.

But Sevika notices. And she's not amused in the least.

"So you're just naturally this stupid?" Sevika sneers. A smirk starts to pull at her lips as she lets her eyes wander down over your bare legs. "You're lucky you're so damn hot or I'd choke you out right here and now."

"I don't mind being choked," you reply with a sly smile, then make the faux cock add, "Me either!"

You're met with another stony look from your girlfriend, but it doesn't phase you. You're high as a kite and don't even know it.

Done with your games, Sevika grasps the silicone toy by its base and rips it from the harness with enough force to have you toppling forward into her chest. She chucks it across the room, brows furrowed when you peer up at her with a pout.

"Why'd you have to go and do that to poor Sir Barthol-"

"Shut your mouth. Strip. And get your ass on the bed," Sevika demands. "I'm going to fuck the stupid out of you," she murmurs more to herself than to you as she steps away to fetch another harness and undecorated dildo.

You do as you're told, more than eager to let her have her way with you. In record time you've disposed of the harness, her t-shirt, and your shorts. But before you can toss your panties aside, Sevika is there grabbing them from your hands. You peer up at her in confusion.

"Open your mouth," she grunts.

Being the obedient girlfriend you are, you do just that. Only to have it immediately stuffed with your underwear.

"Bed. Now," she demands.

You give her a muffled affirmative and quickly crawl onto the mattress on your hands and knees, squealing like a damn pig when she gives your ass a firm slap with her flesh hand. The deep, sinister chuckle that echoes from behind you is enough to make you momentarily forget the pain. At least until she gets her metal hand on the other cheek.

Sevika's not sure if she's managed to fuck the stupid out of you. Not when you're lying limp with your ass up, wet thighs spread, and ass bright red with hand prints. Nor when your mouth lies slack, cheeks pressed against the sheets soaked by your drool. And definitely not when your eyes are rolled so far back behind your drooping lids that she's certain you must see just how empty your head is.

But, as she removes her strap to clean it, she thinks, at least you shut the fuck up about that damn dildo.

[k3n-dyll]

||Men, minors and ageless DNI

CW: 18+, wlw, scissoring, domtop!Sevika, Sevika w/ a clit piercing

Word Count: 409 Masterlist Divider Creds Free Palestine

Thinking of Sevika with a clit piercing, desperate and needy after waiting for over a month for it to heal. She's making her reward for being patient worth it for both of you, holding one of your legs over her shoulder, kissing and nipping at your calf as she glides her cunt steadily against your own. The little silver balls decorating her now hypersensitive clit provide an added layer of pleasure to each sloppy roll of her hips, her moans and praises for you coming much louder and more frequently than they would have prior to the new piercing.

She keeps her body pressed close to your own, full breasts squishing up against your own, stiffened nipples gently passing over yours with each movement while she whispers in your ear

"Missed this so f-fuckin' much" "Forgot how pretty you look takin' it for me - fuck"

Sevika most definitely hadn't forgotten though.

After a full 4 weeks of no touch it was all she thought about, dreamt about, even. Having cum from just the thought of putting you on your back like this again more times than she'd admit aloud.

Her honey smooth voice and the wet, sticky sounds coming from your connected bodies are only contested by the uncontrollable, desperate whines pulling from your own throat. You needed this just as badly as she had. There's no denying, of course that your girlfriend was skilled with her hands and mouth, but it had never crossed your mind just how much better it feels to have her toned body tangled with your own until you weren't able to for what felt like ages.

The resulting orgasm is like a shock to both your systems, Sevika's fucked out brain only able to form the word "fuck" alongside the low grunts that punctuate each of the last few thrusts against your cunt. Her head drops to the crook of your neck when she begins to come down, her brown skin glistening with sweat in the dimly lit bedroom as she presses soft, wet kisses to your shoulder.

Before you can manage to calm down from your own high, her hips begin to roll once more, though shes barely finished catching her breath. You can't help but chuckle a little at how quickly she's ready to fuck you again.

"Already?" you ask her, doing your best to tease her through already escelating moans and ragged breathing.

"I'm not even close to done yet"

AN: More Sevika!!! Also, sorry y'all I haven't been on it with new content, work has been kicking my ass

Reblogs are appreciated <3 || Taglist: @delinthecut, @sevsbaby @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery @archangeldyke-all

[katyawooga]

sevika week – day one, loyalty

when you and sevika first started going out, you thought her loyalty began and ended with silco. boy, were you wrong.

she barely socialized or spoke with anyone she didn't absolutely need to, unless it was you or her employer. you didn't realize it until you were sitting on her lap while she was playing cards at the last drop one night.

"are you sure you're okay, vika?" you murmured into her ear that night, her silence and stoicism worrying you. she was barely even looking at her opponents, male or female, let alone speaking to them. she usually taunted them and scoffed at their lousy bluffs.

"i told you, mija, i'm fine," she replied in the same, if not more, hushed tone. she flipped over another card on the table and just barely smirked, taking a drag of her cigar. when she smushed the burning orange tip of it into the ashtray next to her and set it down, she pulled you a little closer, her chemtech arm tightening its grip on your hip.

you weren't stupid, you could tell there was something.

"you're allowed to talk to the people you're playing, y'know."

"but none of these people are you, baby. not worth my time."

so that was it. you actually laughed a little hearing her silly reasoning.

"mamí, you're not being unfaithful if you're just talking to other people," you mumbled into her ear with a giggle. she must not have a very good outlook on these kinds of relationships. you kissed her cheek, not caring in the slightest that she was still playing cards with people across the table.

"loosen up a little, i promise it's okay. you make it too obvious that i'm the only one for you." you added, letting her go back to her game, but this time with a scrunched-up brow and slightly red cheeks.