#sevika fanfic

[littlelovelunette]

Some Of Lunette's best Sevika Work's Masterlist:

may contain suggestive themes, dark romance and such.

𖹭.ᐟ Early 40s Alone

𖹭.ᐟ Different Worlds

𖹭.ᐟ Sevika's Wife

𖹭.ᐟ Lipstick Stains That Weren't Yours

𖹭.ᐟ Gamble Gone Wrong

𖹭.ᐟ Why Were You Wet?

𖹭.ᐟ Creamy

𖹭.ᐟ Two Holes For A Reason

𖹭.ᐟ Councilor's Orders

𖹭.ᐟ PDA

𖹭.ᐟ Pretty Fingers

𖹭.ᐟ Save Me From This

𖹭.ᐟ Little Exhibitionist, Aren't You?

𖹭.ᐟ "Do As I Say."

𖹭.ᐟ Your Tears Matter

𖹭.ᐟ Friends With Feelings

𖹭.ᐟ Mechanics and Grinding

[ladycharlottexoxo]

suggestive themes. strap. condescending!sevika. cnc.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ your legs are in the air and sevika is pounding you so hard with her shimmer strap, you're sure you're about to go crazy. the pain mixed with pleasure is too much, your calves are aching from how hard sevika holds them while she fucks you. “sevika! i can't take more, please!”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sevika, who's enjoying the sight, only laughs in a condescending manner before replying with a, “what was that, honey, you want more? who am i to deny you of such?” and she gets even faster, you're a panting, crying mess in her arms.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “i really can't.” you're sobbing to her causing her to feign pity, eyebrows crinkling up in some sort of sympathetic expression. “oh, my sweet wife, come on, shhh,” she brings you close with a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “my pussy is breaking.” you complain in a helpless blabber, a loud squelching sound of the strap being forced deeper than before causes you to let out a scream. your whole body is shaking and out of control, sevika pulls one leg up higher making you clench around the toy. “oh, my fuckin' baby, you can take it, can't you?”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you sniffle and shake your head but sevika doesn't care, she starts thrusting again, her thrusts are slippery and sloppy because of your slick arousal. “im cumming, s-sev...” you cry. with a hoarse scream, you come undone on the toy. all noise buzzes in your ear and you have no sense of reality. sevika pulls out to let you ride your orgasm out.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “one more,” sevika says and she's back inside.

[potchi-fics]

tw; amab sevika, pussydrunk sevika, shimmer (used)

       you hate it when sevika uses shimmer, truly. you know how bad and addicting it can get, so whenever sevika uses it, you give her the silent treatment, all the while still babying her. on the other hand, shimmer would get her so horny: she’d drool at the thought of you, dick would be so hard, it’ll be straining against her pants, she’d be fucking braindead.

all she would think about is eating your pussy out, muttering out pleas for you to sit on her face, suffocate her, and that she’d rather go out that way. honestly. you could be patching her up, and her fingers would sneak under your shorts and push your panties to the side just so that she can play with your clit and fuck you knuckle-deep.

of course, you would try to stop her—but she wouldn’t really care, more like, she wouldn’t be able to hear you because then again, she’s braindead and pussydrunk.

“sev—fuck, stop putting your fingers in me and let me take care of you.” you grumble while wrapping a bandage around her torso, choking back a gasp when you feel her curl her fingers, hitting that spongy wall. “oh my god.”

sevika ignores you, continuing fucking you with her fingers, urging you to take her cock out, “c’mon, doll. i need you. take my dick out, mamas.”

resisting the pleasure, you bite your lower lip and hastily finish binding her torso. you squint your eyes in anger at her before reaching down to unbutton her pants and fish her dick out.

“look at my dick, doll, got me leaking already.” she gives you a particular harsh thrust that has your toes curling, “you do this to me, doll. fucking love you and your pussy so much. touch me, baby, touch my dick.”

her eyes are faintly glowing with purple, along with the scars on her jaw all the way down to her bionic arm.

she’s hyper right now. with the way she’s fucking you; uncoordinated and harsh, she’s wild.

you squeeze her twitching dick, emitting a groan from her. god, she’s so sensitive for you, “sh-shut up, you’re such an asshole.”

“sit on my face, mamas.” your pussy clenches when you hear that, “fuck, doll. you like that? yeah? you wanna sit on my face? c’mon, doll. sit on my f’cking face. need you–need your pussy so much.” you rub your thumb on her tip, smirking in victory when her hips buck to chase more of your touch—that got her pleading more. “please, doll. sit on my f’cking face. need you–need your pussy so much.”

      you utter the words she dreads.

“i don’t think so, baby.”

[abbylvr69]

IDC IF ITS A STRAP!!! I SAID NUT IN ME.

IDC IF ITS A STRAP!!! I SAID NUT IN ME.

IDC IF ITS A STRAP!!! I SAID NUT IN ME.

IDC IF ITS A STRAP!!! I SAID NUT IN ME.

IDC IF ITS A STRAP!!! I SAID NUT IN ME.

[1nternet-moth]

Sevika wip

This is a wip!! Please let me know if this doesn't make sense, this is my first fic.

The Flirt for a Co-worker

On one of your off days, you thought letting your friends drag you to the Last Drop would be a good idea. It's been hours since you last saw them, so you call one of them only to find they all left and went to a party nearby. “Some friends they are,” you thought as you sighed and pulled out your card to close the shared tab. You called the bartender over, "I'll cover her tab." Called a deep yet familiar voice from behind you.

You knew this voice, Slico's second-hand Sevika. Even though you work for Slico, you don't work closely with Sevika. Why? Because she always flirted with you, called you names like doll, sweetie, doll face, cutie. You made sure to stay away, had a routine. When her mechanical arm is broken, you ask for the arm itself to be fixed. When Sevikas is wounded, you get her the medicine and bandages. You never have and never will stick around long when Sevika is in the same meeting as you, never. 

"I can cover my own tab." You said as you handed over your card. “How come you never stick around for long when I show up?” She leaned in close, pressing herself against your back. “You scared of me?” She asked in her normal smug tone. “Of course not. I’m just a very busy woman.” You stood up, making Sevika back away. “Now I have things to do and places to be, so get out of the way.” You said already eyeing the door, dismissing Sevika. “Slico hasn’t given you work for weeks now. I need an upgrade on my arm.” She only mentioned her arm in hopes you’d stay. 

“What about your arm?”

“I need to be able to use more shimmer.”

“No way I’m doing that.”

“Why not?”

“Are you really that eager to overuse shimmer? Any other upgrades you want?”

“Sharpen the blade?”

“You can do that yourself.”

“It’s sharper when you do it.”

“Such a fucking child.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Fine, just come by my place and drop it off.” You said now irritated. “You’re so easy to upset, doll face.” Knowing now that you’re willing to shapen her blade, she just wants to piss you off now. “Bye, Sevika.” You stormed off and headed for the door. 

The walk home was cold like always, you kept your head down as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. You had completely forgotten where you put your keys, so you pat yourself down like an idiot, only to find them in the pocket you swear you checked first. Finally, inside you flopped on the couch and let yourself rest for a few minutes before deciding to get your things ready to sharpen Sevika’s blade. Once your shaping tools were out, you changed out of your ‘weekend’ clothes and into your lounge wear, which is an oversized shirt and shorts that are barely longer than the shirt. Again, flopping on the couch, closing your eyes, and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Hours later, you woke to rude, loud knocking on your front door. Rushed over to the door, completely forgetting Sevika was coming by to drop off her arm. You swung open the door. “What!?” You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the sleep off. Sevika let herself in, moving you aside. “I didn’t say come in.” You closed the door after her. Sevika unhooked her arm and placed it on the table with your tools. You walked over to the table and triggered the blade to remove it. “Sorry for coming so late,” Sevika said quietly. “I lost track of time.” She started looking around your living room like she hadn’t been to your apartment. 

“Late or not, I don’t care you wanted a sharper blade, and now I have to sharpen it.”

“Saying it like I’m bothering you.”

“You are, I was already asleep.”

“Can’t make it up to you, doll face?”

“How drunk are you, and why haven’t you left? You never stay.”

“I’m not drunk, and I just wanted to watch this time. Make sure I know how to sharpen my blade correctly.”

“Whatever, just stop calling me that.”

“Doll face?”

You hesitated even starting to sharpen her blade, but she was watching. “You can leave and come by in the morning.” You took a deep sigh and put your hands on the table, leaning your weight down onto the table.

[themostlesbianever]

College AU Sevika x reader chapter 8

A/n: NEW CHAPTER WOOHOOO, maybe not woohoo, you wont know until you read it. Also, not very important to the story but i caught feelings for a friend and ive spent most evenings talking to her instead of writing so oops. This is the first time i have a warning on my chapters because i dont want to harm anyone with my chapters, i dont really know what stuff i need to put in the warnings so if you see any other triggering stuff please let me know!

warnings: mention of illness, not a specific one. Also mention of hospitals.

(is this proofread? Yes! Will there be mistakes? also yes!)

other parts

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You sit at your desk, unmoving. You had decided to get some school work done, as it was piling up, this was well over an hour ago. You had opened your laptop and logged in but after that you just sat and stared at your laptop, but not actually looking at anything on the screen. You were going to finish one of your many unfinished essays, but failed horribly as your mind wandered to the many events that had happened in the past few months. 

After the orchestra performance a month or two ago, your grandma had gotten sick. At first it was just a bit of fatigue and a general feeling of unwell, but the symptoms weren’t getting any better by themselves, so your mother and grandma had decided to go see a doctor. Well, your mum had decided and had to practically fight your grandma to get her to go. 

The doctor did a little check up and wasn’t too concerned so he sent them home with the advice to ‘rest up’, so that is what she did. Sitting in her chair and reading, or playing games on her ipad, sleeping a lot, and just generally taking it slow. But she still wasn’t getting any better, she only got more tired and sick. 

Until she ended up in the hospital last friday.

You remember the moment very well, you were taking a walk around campus with Ekko. You were done with all your classes for the day and were planning on just chilling around campus with him for the rest of the day. Then your mum called, you didn’t think much of it because she calls you all the time but you quickly realised something was wrong. Her voice sounded quiet and fragile at the other side of the line, almost like she couldn’t quite say what was going on. She told you the situation and judging off the worried expression that Ekko made, you had made a face. “Is everything okay?” Ekko asked, you blinked at him, then let him know that no, everything was not okay, with a small shake of your head. 

This was about a week ago, your grandma was still in the hospital now and you were planning to visit her again this weekend. Which was in only two days. You had visited as soon as you could after you had heard that she was in the hospital. You hadn’t been able to focus on anything all week and zoned out a lot, Sevika had taken notice of this and has been asking you what's wrong. But you couldn’t tell her, because she would get all empathetic and you didn’t need that.

You decided you were just going to pretend nothing was wrong, your grandma was in the hospital, yes, but she would be fine, no reason to panic or be sad. At all. But this wasn’t the truth at all, the doctors had done more tests and figured out what was wrong, they started treatment but you were told it would be getting worse before it would get better, which is almost always the case with illness, but very very frustrating to hear when it is about your own family. 

You were still sitting silently at your desk, fighting the negative thoughts that were now slowly filling your head and taking over, when Sevika steps into the room. She has her headphones on and is obviously very into the music she's listening to, so you decide not to interrupt her. She had just come back from rugby practice and she obviously had an eventful training, judging by all the scrapes and bruises that were already starting to form on her arms and legs.

She walks over to her closet and puts her dirty training clothes in the laundry basket, then puts her slightly muddy shoes in their designated spot, which was also a bit muddy from her shoes being there all the time. You have watched her complete her little after training routine like this a few times, usually while chatting, mostly her talking about how she absolutely destroyed everyone on that field. Even though they are her teammates she is very competitive when they do 1v1s and stuff like that.

Sevika eventually notices that you’re not actually doing any work, she had noticed you sitting there but probably assumed you were actually doing work, instead of staring at a blank screen. “Hi” , she says. “Hi” you reply, trying to give her a genuine smile but probably failing. An uncomfortable silence fills the room as you both just stare at each other for a while. Sevika probably doesn't know what to say to you as you have been acting weird all week. 

“Okay dude, you’re going to tell me what's going on right now because I can’t stand feeling this awkward around you any longer.” she says in an assertive tone, pointing her finger at you to get the point across, she's being very serious. You take a deep breath and sigh, quite loudly actually, and decide you are going to tell her.

You close your laptop with another sigh and go sit down on your bed, Sevika mirrors you, sitting down on hers. At first you make eye contact with her, but as the sentences start to form in your head you feel tears prickling behind your eyes, so opt for looking down at your hands instead. You open your mouth to start speaking, and get about halfway through a sentence before you have to stop in order not to start uncontrollably sobbing. 

You take another deep breath and wait a few seconds before starting again. “Uhm, my grandma was feeling sick for a while” you start, “And then last week she uh, she had to go to the hospital.” You feel a tear forming in your eye, then dropping and rolling down your cheek to the corner of your mouth. You quickly wipe it away with your sleeve and continue. “And she’s still there now, the doctors say she’s already pretty sick but will get worse before she gets better, but she will get better, I think” you finish with another big sigh.

It felt pretty good to tell someone, especially Sevika, but it was also scary, because it made the situation feel more real. You carefully lift your head to make eye contact with Sevika again, she's looking at you with an expression you don't often see on her face. “Can I do anything for you?” she asks you quietly, you wanted to ask for a hug but you know she isn't much into physical touch with friends, because she told you. So you just shake your head.

Which is a bad idea because you now had a headache, great. 

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[jackels-in-space]

I’m sorry but please stop using AI.

Not only does it use other people’s work as base training (let’s not forget about the fact that C.AI creators have been taking fics to build up chat bots) it also like…destroys the environment.

They need computers capable of giving you quick responses and that generates heat and what cools things down? AC and water.

Genuinely go search it up it’s insane.

Stop using AI.

If you feel like you want to post and you’re like “oh but I don’t think I’m good enough” I sympathise I really do every writer friend I know has had that exact same experience but you’re never gonna get better if you don’t try.

You’re never gonna learn anything if you use AI so stop assisting big corporations in destroying the world and actually try.

If you feel scared about your actual writing if it’s any good or not I am so happy to beta it for you but please just try that’s all I’m asking.

I’ve supplied a couple of links so you know I’m talking bullshit but please do your own investigation <3

[abbyssgf]

𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | '𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'

• concept: your wife was exercising in front of you in your living room during your ovulation. she knew perfectly that you are in the middle of your ovulation so she decided to tease you knowing her exercise will end up by fucking you on the couch...<3

• words: 1,9k

• warnings: dom!sev, sub!reader, riding sevika, strap-on, spanking, cursing, I guess that's all

• author note: i've wrote it almost in two days...during my ovulation, yeah…

you were in the middle of your ovulation and you were almost all the damn time wet, if your hand didn't was at your pants then you were using a vibrator but if none of these things then sevika was fucking you, not that she was complaining - she was excited that she could make you like four orgasm in one day and you would be still needy and wet.

right now you were sitting at your couch in your house while sevika was doing her daily exercises, in front of you, fuck it she knew what she was doing by it. she knew that your gaze was almost all the damn time on her, watching how her muscles tense while exercising which make you even more turned on. you could feel how wet your underwear was… no it was fucking soaked by your excitement just by looking at sevika watching her exercising. 

sevika was in her black sport bra and some black shorts and nothing more, you were having a perfect corner to look at your wife's body and muscles. you were watching her doing push ups after a few moments more but you couldn't wait not even a minute longer. fuck it.

you got off the couch and you approached your wife with a grimace on your lips, sevika looked up at you and smirked immediately knowing what you would say in a moment. "baby" you started "You're torturing me, damn it" you said to her and sevika chuckled with her low, rough voice. she stopped doing her push up only to sit in front of you with her muscular legs spread out, looking up at your face with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. 

"oh really?" sevika asked you teasing and you groaned at her words "sevika!" you pouted and she giggled again "what?" she asked as if you wouldn't have any idea what were you having right now in your mind. "you know really well what" you responded to her. sevikas body was covered in sweat but it didn't make you want her less, vice versa it made you need her twice as bad. 

since sevika had her legs spread apart while sitting in front of you, you decided to take advantage of this opportunity. you leaned down and sat on her hips, wrapping your legs around her waist "I fucking hate you for this" you murmured to her not really meaning those words you were just flustered and needy right now.

sevika purred at your words and she wrapped one of her arms around your waist, holding you down and she grabbed your ass and squeezed it with her big veiny calloused hand. "you hate me huh?" sevika murmured to you, raising her eyebrow. after sevika a words you could feel her hand giving you a spank and squeeze your backside. 

"vika" you moaned and you leaned to start kissing her neck while pressing with your clit at her bulge under her black shorts. she even during her exercises needed to wear her strap-on. "please" you purred towards her neck and you could hear sevika's soft moan at your actions.  

"now you're begging, love, huh?" you wife said to you and she spanked your butt again "a moment ago you told me you hate me" sevika reminded you but of course she knew you didn't really mean that she was just playing around with you, she needed to hear how you told her how desperate you were for her.

"you know I didn't mean that" you responded to her and you moved away from her neck just to look into her grey eyes. "of course I know it, baby" sevika murmured to you and a soft glare  appeared in her eye but in a quick moment the glare disappeared from her eyes now replaced with something else… with a need and a desire. 

"but you were a brat" sevika said to you and her arms around your waist tightened. "and a brat deserves a punishment, am I right, baby?" she said to you and you whimpered at her words. 

sevika smirked looking at you, in a quick moment her lips stuck to your and she was kissing you roughly and with passion. you wrapped your arms around her neck and sevika's both hands now were on your backside kneading your ass and caressing it. 

you moaned into sevika's lips and she tightened her grip around your backsides. sevika broke the kiss only to start kissing your neck hungrily, you moaned and you felt a warm feeling inside your body. sevika prepared your neck with wet, hot kisses and her hand tugged onto the edge of your t-shirt "hand up, baby" sevika said to you and you lifted your arms.

sevika smoothly lifted your t-shirt above your head and she threw your clothes away not stopping kissing your neck.

sevikas hand wandered to the back of your bra, she unfastened the clasp on your bra and took it off you too, throwing it on the floor. now when your bare chest was all for her gaze her hands traveled to your boobs and she embraced them with her hands tugging one of your nipples and it made you groan at her actions.

"you like it, baby, huh?" sevika asked you and you just moaned again as a yes to her words "that's what i thought" sevika murmured to you or to herself, you didn't even care right now.

"vika" you moaned to your wife "please, please I need you" you said to her and sevika's gaze met up with your eyes. you could see the gaze of desire in her eyes too and oh boy you knew that In a moment she will be fucking you right here on the floor or on the couch. 

"such a needy girl" sevika purred to you and placed a light kiss on your nipple. she moved her hands to your ass and then stood up lifting you in her muscular arms and then placed you on your couch. 

sevika took a moment to admire you, she started to take off her black shorts knowing your gaze will take every second of looking how she was stripping in front of you. 

now sevika was only in her black boxers where her strap-on was perfectly visible through the boxers and her sport bra. goddamn you could swear that right now, in front of you, sevika like that looked like some fucking god. she took off her sport bra and now the only thing she wears was her black boxers but don't think she would take them off now, no, firstly she needed to shower your body with kisses and then prepare you for her strap-on.

sevika got on the couch and was above you, surrounding you with her body with a smirk on her face. sevika leaned to you and she started to give your neck a wet, passionate kisses while her hands started to wander around your body feeling your soft skin under her fingertips.

It wasn't long before she started trailing her lips down your body, to your collarbone, your shoulders, your breasts, and down to your stomach where she stopped at the waistband of your panties.

her gaze slipped down onto the wet spot that showed through your mothers and sevika giggled, shaking her head with a sly smile "you're already so wet, baby" sevika murmured and kissed your inner things. you moaned and you could squeeze your things so your wife would be even more between them but you rather to have a alive wife than non-breathing wifey.

"sevika" you moaned looking down at her pleasing her with your eyes to fuck you, you needed her right now and right here.

sevika only chuckled and tugged your panties with her finger "what?" she asked, teasing you even more "you want me to eat you up, baby?" she murmured "you want my fingers?" she asked you again running her middle and third fingers against your underwear "you want me to make you come?" she asked looking up to have eye contact with you.

your checks were pink 'cause of your blushing and you swallowed "yes, just-…just fuck me" you answered her feeling the hot feeling inside your body, sevika raised her eyebrows at your words and she smirked ominously. "lift your hips up" sevika said to you and you did it, you lifted your hips and she takes off your underwear now leaving you with nothing. 

sevika's gaze moved over your body, not even hiding the fact that she was checking you out, but why would she be ashamed? after all she was your wife. until you could even catch what's going on sevika picked you up and turned you two around so that now she was lying on her back and you were sitting astride her hips.

Sevika's hand went to her boxers, you lifted your hips so that your could wife took off her boxers without any problems and threw them on the floor, as she did it now your hips were in a perfect angle over her brown, skin-colored, stringy strap-on. you felt a shiver at the sight "oh fuck" you cursed under your breath even more turned on. Sevika's hand wandered to the strap and she wrapped her hand around the strap to position it straight, pointing at your clit.

"come on, ride me, baby" sevika hummed to you knowing how badly you wanted her to fuck you. you lowered your hips onto the silicone cock and moaned at the feeling of him filling you, after a while you had the strap-on fully inside your clit and your hips were touching the end of the toy. 

Sevika's gaze didn't even leave you for a moment, she was looking at you and your actions. She placed her hands on your hips and she squeezed them gently "come on" sevika hummed to you "use me to please yourself, darlin'" she said and you whimpered at her words.

You started to move your hips back and forth, feeling how the strap-on was pounded into you with every your hips movement, making you want even more and give yourself a pleasure. After a while, you started moving faster, looking for relief and pleasure, one of sevika's hand moved to grab your backside and she squeezed it. 

"you're doing so well, sweetheart" sevika said to you and you lined up at her words while your hips were moving every second  chasing your own pleasure. "fucking god" you moaned as you felt sevika's warm hands on your body, goddamn it.

"I feel so good, vika" you whimpered as sevika's strap was digging in your sweet spot as you were moving your hips, riding her.

the room was filled with your moans, sevika's praises and the sound of skin rubbing against skin. 

Sevika placed her hands on the sides of your hips and she started to help you move your hips and you both moaned. "c'mon, baby, cum on me" sevika murmured to you and you moaned at her words feeling how your orgasm started to get even closer.

"fuck" you moaned "i'm-…i'm gonna cum, vika" you whimpered to your wife and sevika smirked started to help move your hips even faster. "good" sevika said to you as her lips smirked. 

After a few moments you could feel how the pleasure and your climax had come and they shook your body. you cum with a loud moan and you place your hands on sevika's arm, catching your breath.

"That's my good girl" sevika murmured and she leaned to kiss you on your lips, giving you a hot, wet but gentle kiss onto your lips. you hummed at the kiss and sighed gently after the pleasure.

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[interneteclipse]

sevika <3

I listened to the brat album the entirety of drawing this and ugh I'll never hate Charlie xcx

[valalice]

ꨄ︎ cw. fem!reader. smut nsfw. ab grinding/riding. sevika is a tease & a little condescending & mocking. smoking ( on sevika's part ). slight praise. begging. reader calls sevika sevi.

sevika's grip on your hips steadies you. the familiar feel of her warm calloused hand on you is a stark contrast to her coolly sharp mechanical arm. "shit. y're so wet already." she acknowledged. eyes flickering between your face of pleasure, your tits, and the movement of you working yourself on her—now—glistening abs. "needed you all day. looked s'good." you mumbled. arching into sevika, hands landing on her tits to gain leverage to grind you clit against the muscle at a new angle.

"is that so?" she teases. your eyes shut tighter and you clamp down harder on your already swollen bottom lip, determined to reach the bliss you've starved after all day. "mhm," you muffle out. your eyes startle open at an absence of a hand on you, only for sevika's large hand to be placed on the nape of your neck, a thumb stroking your cheek. there's a hungry glint in her eye and she moves her hand to the back of your neck to push you further into her, encapsulating your lips in a heated kiss.

when the two of you disconnect there's a sloppy string of saliva that connects you with her, it only pushes you over the edge more. you push yourself back up, but with her hand still on the back of your neck, she pushes you back down once more. lips just barely touching, "tell me how bad you needed me," your glossy eyes widen at her request. "and no more closing your eyes and biting your lip bullshit." her grasp on you releases and she reaches over to grab her cigar and lighter. the shift in her hips as she reaches over and the tightening of her mechanical arm still on your hip to keep you from moving too much as she moves has you clenching your cunt as the slight friction. lighting it, throwing the lighter back onto the nightstand and inhaling the smoke, letting it burn in the back of her throat before puffing out the smoke out through her nose.

you're met with the comforting grey of her eyes once more. sevika corks up a brow at you. "well? get to movin' and talkin'." her words breaking you out of the trance you were under, settling back into a position, beginning to grind your slick cunt on her tummy again. "atta girl."

the smoke from sevika's cigar filling the room adds to the cloudiness of your mind, "needed y'so bad." you repeat for probably the third time this night. "how so?" brows squinting together, your mouth falling into a small "o" shape. your body becomes hotter when you realize you're already close to coming soon. "ah— like this. me on top of you." you gasp.

"hm," she grunts, taking another drag of her cigar. the puffs of smoke exits her mouth as she speaks, "'nd what's got you all worked up, doll?" you know she's teasing you, she knows damn well what's got you so horned up. but regardless you tell her. "you. y're crop top. tummy and abs." she snickers at your answer. finding the way you're panting like a dog in heat cute.

"but, i wear the same thing everyday. what's so different?"

a loud groan erupts from you. falling forward into her once more. "sevi," you whine. "i—"

"you what?"

blinking down to glare down at her where you're met with a smirk. oh. "you're playing with me."

her eyebrows lift and the smirk turns into a grin, but it's quickly replaced by her taking her cigar into her mouth. "i wanna cum. please." the squelching noises of your cunt on her abs fills the room. you're so overworked and restless to reach your high.

"i don't know—"

you cut her off, "please, please, please." moaning out, "been so good, thinkin' of you 'nd only you all day." giving her the best doe eyes you can muster up at this moment.

sevika's gaze softens before it turns away from you. stretching out her arm to bud the end of the cigar. "sit up f'me." doing as she obeys. the hand once holding the cigar falls back into its place on your hips. she grinds you down onto her abs, "fuck, sevi." your wetness making it easy for her to continue moving your hips back and forth. she thinks there's something so raw and intimate about how you surrender your body to her, your willingness to trust that she'll take care of you the way you need. it swells something within her chest, and when you look so pretty all glistening, soft, and your chest shallowly raising and falling to contain and exhale air that you so desperately need. she can't help but give into you.

"c'mon, pretty. cum for me." she coxes in a husky lull. her harsh grip on your plush hips grinding your aching puffy clit onto her muscle tips you over. with a final gasp you shutter, whining out as sevika helps you ride out your high, still manipulating your hips to move. you slump against her, falling straight into her. curving your back so you'd be able to litter sloppy lovesick kisses across her face. "alright, stop that." you allow sevika to pull you away from her face, showcasing your dopey grin, "y'know you love it." you argue, leaning back down to give her a quick peck. "not really." she grumbles. rolling your eyes at her response you teasingly pinch her nipple. a gasp comes from sevika, sheepishly you giggle at her hardening expression. sliding off of her body to lie next to her.

"don't know why you got off. you're just—" she doesn't finish her sentence. "'m gonna what?" confused, brows furrowed as you watch her face soften. following her line of site, you're met with sevika's entire abdomen covered in your slick, traveling all the down past her belly button. you swear you see a glint in her happy trail and you know it's not just sweat. "sorry."

her dark gaze snaps to you, "sorry? you're cleaning your mess up."

[littlelovelunette]

I've been reading your writings and I like the way you write, but at the same time you made me curious about an interaction with Sevika.

What if the character whi falls in love with Sevika is a butch girl a few years younger than her, who has some admiration for her but she didn't think could have some chance with her cuz she looks and acts different than the girls Sevika usually hangs out with

(Plus is Bratty Bottom, but she discover it with Sevika)

"So What If...?"

My first butch4butch content!!!

Contains mentions of sex, drinking, Sevika has several hookups, feminine lesbian stereotypes, butch!mechanic!r, gambling, Sevika fucks another girl before r, throat fingering, mean!Sevika, daddy kink, cliff hanger leading into next part

When you were seated at the usual table you took at the Last Drop, you could see Sevika clearly from your peripheral vision.

You had been admiring her from afar for a while now but never were able to bring up enough courage to actually go speak to her. With a deep sigh, you took a sip of your drink, downing it with one go before slamming the glass on the counter, “Another,” you said, despite knowing better yourself.

One of Sevika's fuckdolls, Vicky, seemed to be getting so comfortable as she settled herself on Sevika's lap. She grinded down, clothed cunt rubbing against Sevika's thigh as the older woman smoked her cigarette and played an intense game of poker.

“Oh, come on, daddy, let's ditch this,” she said in a honeyed voice making you shiver. She went on, “Let's get out of here and maybe… you and I…” she hooked a finger against Sevika's collar.

Wow. Just wow.

Sevika flat out ignored her, you snorted a laugh and picked your refilled drink, “What a fuckin’ slut,” you said to yourself as you watched the girl continue grinding herself on Sevika as if desperate to get off.

Sevika didn't seem to care much, “Cut it out.” She said with a harsh slap of her flesh hand against the slut’s butt. You took another sip, eyebrows raised at the scene.

There was no way Sevika would date you. She only dated feminine women so far and hooked up with women who were the type to be a pretty little housewife for her if asked to be. You? Nah, you weren't even close.

You lived alone in a remote area of Zaun in a small apartment with a garage which you used as a mechanic shop. You ran it all on your own since your parents died and that came with a rough lifestyle. Your muscles weren't as big as Sevika's maybe but they were quite the show when you wanted to impress soft little pillow princesses. But that wasn't what you were after.

What you were after was a strong, responsible woman like Sevika.

You were forced out of your thoughts when Vicky let out a high pitched moan when Sevika shoved her flesh fingers down her throat, “Goodness, why the fuck are you so cranky today?”

She questioned, moving her thigh in a way that Vicky's clit rubbed against her hip bone. “Please, daddy, you've been edging me all week, please, I'll be good,” Vicky whispered but it wasn't much help. Sevika only seemed to give her an eye roll, “Maybe you should've thought of that before you decided to tinker ‘round with my mech arm,” Sevika said, letting her cybernetic fingers flex as if to emphasize her point.

“What’d she do?” One of the men questioned.

“Fucked with something and wasted atleast five vials worth of Shimmer.” Sevika grumbled, curling her fingers down Vicky’s throat.

No, you weren't as dumb as that bitch but you would intentionally tick Sevika off so she did the same to you.

Sevika pulled her fingers out with a squelch issuing from Vicky's throat which almost sounded painful, she whimpered, “I said I'm sorry,” Vicky said in that same bimbo tone she always used.

“Shut it, you messed up the entire Shimmer tank and now I can't fix it back up, how the fuck am I supposed to protect Silco or myself when attacked, hmmm?”

Sevika snapped, putting her cards down loudly. Vicky pouted out her bottom lip, clearly not taking it seriously, “But daddy—” that was it for Sevika.

She pushed Vicky off her lap, she landed on the floor on her ass. Vicky stared at Sevika as if she'd grown two heads.

“What's wrong with you!?” She screeched.

Sevika placed her boot on Vicky's crotch, still seated, “Don't make me fuck you in front of all these patrons.” Sevika said, her voice an octave deeper and my goodness, did she sound hot.

You swallowed nothing, just your own spit, as you continued staring at the scene. Sevika pressed her boot harder making Vicky whimper, “I'll go, I'll go!”

Vicky sniffled as she shoved her skirt back in place, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. Sevika laughed, a deep throaty sound as she grabbed the cards back up, shuffling them.

“Whores, I swear,” she said as she shuffled the cards without a damn in the world. You got up, put your drink down on the bar table and threw some coins onto the wooden table surface to cover your tab.

“See ya,” you told the friendly bartender who waved goodbye to you as well.

As you made your way to the exit, you heard one of the henchmen call after you, “Wait, you're a mechanic, no?”

You looked back, eyebrows furrowed,

“Yeah. Why? What's up?”

Sevika looked up, too, stubbing her cigarette out.

“Could she fix your arm?” The man asked Sevika who looked skeptical for a moment, “She could try,” Sevika said before adding, “If she wants.”

The world seemed to stop around you and you were at a loss of words. You walked to Sevika's table and halted in front of her to give her your response, but the words didn't come out. So instead, you took a pen from the table where she was drawing fix-up blueprints, and scribbled the address of your garage-shop onto the corner of the notebook.

“Meet you there…” you said, throat suddenly as dry as a desert.

“See you soon, pretty,” Sevika said in a stoic tone but the word ‘pretty’ just seemed to roll off naturally.

You mumbled, “I'm sure you tell all the girls that,” before you straightened up, biceps flexing. You walked out. Then you thought back to what you said and you felt the heat creeping up to your cheeks. You sort of busted your cover already…

When Sevika knocked on the garage door to get your attention, you were already fixing something. You dropped the screwdriver at the sudden sound, reaching for your gun but then saw that it was just Sevika. You let out a shuddering breath, “Scared me,” you said.

Sevika laughed softly and walked into the garage, putting the cloth covered mechanical arm onto your workbench. You looked at it, then back at her, “What's wrong with it?” You asked, tentatively holding the cybernetic arm and turning it in your calloused hands to assess whatever damage might've been inflicted.

“The Shimmer tank’s all messed up after that bitch tinkered with it,” Sevika grumbled, slumping down into a chair next to you, the chair groaning under her weight when she shifted to rest her elbows against her knees.

“Ah…” you nodded in acknowledgement as you picked up your screwdriver again to take the Shimmer tank apart, you needed to get a more in-depth view before you could suggest changes or replacements of parts. “Shit... she really did a number on this.”

Unscrewing the side panel, you peeled it back carefully, revealing the inner components. Some of the pressure regulators were off-center, and a cracked valve near the base had been letting Shimmer escape back into the arm’s inner wiring, probably frying sensitive circuitry over time. “Okay, first off,” you muttered, not looking up from your work, “She turned the regulator dial way past the redline. That’s why it’s leaking—it couldn’t handle the pressure. Lucky it didn’t combust.”

You wiped your hands on a rag before reaching for your toolkit. From it, you grabbed: A mini-torch to seal the microfracture after removing the broken part. A fresh valve. A new stabilizing ring for the Shimmer tank. Copper wiring to re-route fried connections.

You unhooked the old valve, careful not to spill the remaining Shimmer. “Gotta drain the tank next,” you murmured. “This shit’s volatile when exposed to air.” You worked with practiced efficiency, draining the tank into a reinforced container before torch-sealing the cracked line, fitting in the new valve, and securing the tank with the new stabilizing ring.

Once that was done, you replaced the fried copper wiring with fresh lines, soldering them into place. You hooked the Shimmer tank back in, calibrating it with a few clicks of a diagnostic tool you’d built yourself. The arm lit up again, that cool purple glow returning—smoother, steadier. You flexed the mechanical hand once to test it. “There. Fixed your girl.”

Sevika watched you, face unreadable, but you felt her eyes on your arms, the grease across your collarbone, and the smug grin you couldn’t help but flash when you added, “I charge extra if you break it again ‘cause some brat was trying to make you cum.”

She leaned back with a deep chuckle, grey eyes glinting. “Fair…” she paused before adding.

“But what if said brat was you?”

Taglist: @shanesevikasfuckdoll (aka my inspo <333) @lmaoo-spiderman @trvpstvrkai @leguitarsxxr @sevi-kas01

Part 2?

[ladycharlottexoxo]

suggestive themes. period sex with sevika. strap.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sevika, who doesn't care you're on your period, fucks you even when you're bleeding all over the place.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ hygiene goes out of the window during times like this and all you can care about is her strap shoving in and with vigourous intent, all the while warm blood trickles down your thighs and onto the white sheets.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “ungh... sevika, stop, please,” you whimper and coo but all sevika does is pepper kisses on your back, fondle your boobs with her hands and tug at your sore nipples. “do the cramps still hurt, my princess?” she thrusts as she asks.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sevika who shamelessly laps up all the blood and discharge as she eats you out, leaving the clots out to soak the sheets beneath you both. no, she doesn't intake it. she licks you over and over, spits it right out to smear all over your clit. “come on, sweet girl, make those moans louder for daddy. fuck.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sevika loves helping you put on your period hygiene products later on and clean up. while she runs your bath for you, she disappears for a while and takes you back to the room where the bed is clean and made.

[madewithsilk]

Sevika who stretches you out with bigger and bigger toys cw; daddy kink, size kink

Your cunt was practically clenching around nothing, head thrown back, completely nude. Your breasts fell flattened and beads of sweat developed on your tits, tummy, and everywhere visible to Sevika. She couldn’t help but groan, your pussy stretched out after taking three orgasms from three different-sized toys. The thickness and length became too much to take and by your second time cumming, you were fucked out dumb and senseless.

She enjoyed the powertrip, being able to use your body to her liking and you’d simply take it. “Can keep going, baby girl?” She asks and your head lifts slightly to stare at the new toy she added lubricant to. Your pussy was wet enough, but with the size of the dildo, she’d rather not take any chances. You whimper in reluctance, thighs shutting closed yet you nod anyway.

Sevika pryed your legs open with force, “If you wanna take it then stop running from it.” She teased your hole with the tip, slipping it in and out. Your legs were pleading to close, the stimulation too teasing and slow. “Se—“ You were ready to complain, whine, and huff but she gave you no time to. The toy was nudging at your cervix, completely filling you and giving you no time to adjust. “Sev—!” Your eyes shot open, a pornographic moan leaving your lips. Sevika was focused on the scene of your pussy clenching on the silicone cock, hardly being able to thrust it from how much you sucked it in.

“Fuck, baby, shit feels good?” She asks, beginning to pump it in and out of your cunt. The obscenely filthy squelching noises and moans echoed in the room. Your back arched off of the mattress, her pace too slow and intolerable. “Please Sev, need it,” Sevika let out an amused, deep chuckle. Her unhurried pace didn’t relent, pushing it in and out with no consideration. “Do you? Thought it wouldn’t fit, huh?” You shook your head, panting and whimpering from the lack of roughness.

“Dirty girl, like being split open on dick, that right?” Sevika’s improper words made you clench harder, hips rutting back and forth to fuck yourself onto the toy. She tuts, not moving her wrist anymore. “C’mon, say you’re a nasty girl who needs daddy’s cock.” She loved seeing how much larger her frame and the toys were compared to you, how you could hardly take them yet begged for more.

It was humiliating, begging to be fucked dumb on her considerably large dick. Yet you were too dumb on it to even process embarrassment. “Daddy’s nasty girl— Ple- ughh, please Sev’!” You squirmed as the pace quickened, her hand angling to fuck into your g-spot instead. “Ugn— daddy-“ She had you babbling with stray tears down your cheeks, pressing herself so tightly against you.

“Shit, you know I need this shit back right, baby?” She mocked and all you could do was squirm everywhere, the orgasm building in your tummy. She kept you still with her arms, pressing down on your tummy. The knot went undone, your cunt spamming and releasing cum everywhere on her. Your legs were shaking, but she didn’t stop, rubbing circles on your sensitive, swollen nub. Her lips wandered your neck and traced hot, wet kisses.

You panted, unable to move anything besides your lips. “Feels good, thank y’daddy.” Sevika hummed, taking the toy out with a moist, gross noise. “Greedy pussy,”

[maneskinwh0re]

modern!sevika x housewife!reader // clueless couple

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wait- have i told y’ this already?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“shush. i’m yours.”

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

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

stay safe out there divas 💜

-🐝

taglist: @cdbabymp3 @mirconreadzztuff22 @wizard-pdf @archangeldyke-all @nhaaauyen @inthebrainofalamb

[misswynters]

Ambessa/Sevika ignoring you in public, affectionate in private

warnings. suggestive, ambessa lowkey crushing you on the bed but who cares,

requested by @schlagglovr (everyone thank them <3)

ambessa medarda

Murmurs and laughter spread across the grand. A sea of sharp-dressed politicians and councilors, their voices filling the room. Ambessa Medarda was in her element, towering over most of the crowd. With her presence commanding attention without even trying. You, on the other hand, were left to hover at her side, your hand occasionally brushing against hers. So desperate for a small chance of acknowledgment. But as always, Ambessa's focus was razor-sharp. Her words spilling out in calculated precision as she discussed trade routes and alliances. It was as if you weren't even there. Like a ghost.

She didn't glance at you, not even once. It caused a sting in your heart as her disregard grew sharper with every passing second. You swallowed your frustration, telling yourself it wasn't personal. That you knew her well enough to understand this was her battlefield, her war to win, and her affection couldn't bleed through here. Still, it didn't stop the ache in your chest as her laughter rang out. It was so warm and inviting but it was directed at someone who wasn't you.

Countless hours passed by and by the time the last diplomat was shown out, your patience was wearing thin. You slipped into your shared quarters ahead of her, fuming silently. But when the door finally creaked open, there she was. Discarding her armor as her gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Come here," she rumbled, her voice softer now, devoid of its earlier sharp edges.

You didn't hesitate, the fight draining out of you the moment her arms encircled your waist. Pulling you flush against her. "You ignored me all night," you muttered, your voice muffled against her chest.

"I know," she admitted, her lips brushing against your temple as she guided you to the bed. "I hate that I have to. However out there, I'm a general. Here.." Her hands tilted your chin up, her golden eyes meeting yours with a smoldering desire. "Here, I'm just yours."

She kissed you slowly with passion, her lips lingering as if to make up for every second of neglect. How much you missed her lips on yours.

Ambessa’s lips crushed against yours with an intensity that stole your breath, her hands large and possessive as they gripped your hips. The need between you was palpable, her every touch sparking something wild in you. With a low growl, she hoisted you effortlessly, your thighs wrapping tightly around her waist. The cold press of her armor against your skin was a stark contrast to the searing warmth of her body, and it only made you want her more.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she rasped against your lips, her voice rough and dripping with hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip before she claimed your mouth again, deepening the kiss. She carried you toward the bed as if you weighed nothing, her presence utterly dominating.

“You’re the one doing this, Ambessa,” you breathed against her, your fingers tangling in her short hair, tugging hard enough to draw a soft groan from her. “I can feel how much you want me, right now.”

Her smirk was wicked, her lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck as her teeth scraped along your skin. “Oh, I don’t just want you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I’m going to have you, all of you.”

Your back hit the mattress, and Ambessa didn’t hesitate to press you down, her powerful body pinning you beneath her. The weight of her, the sheer strength in the way she handled you, made your pulse race. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as her voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Tell me, do you enjoy driving me to madness? Watching me lose control over you like this?”

“You’re the one who’s in control,” you replied, your voice trembling as her hands roamed your thighs, her thumbs digging into your skin to pull you closer. “You always are. Isn’t that how you like it?”

Her chuckle was dark and full of promise as her lips moved to your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Careful now,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. “Keep talking like that, and I might not stop at just kissing you.”

“Who says I want you to stop?” you countered boldly, your hands sliding over her broad shoulders, pulling her closer. The challenge in your voice made her pause, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a heat that stole your breath.

“Bold little one,” she said, her tone edged with a mix of warning warning and desire. Her hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly as she pinned you even tighter against the bed. "You're making it very hard for me to stay patient."

"Please don't," you whispered, your lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss.

Ambessa growled, before claiming your mouth again with a ferocity that made your head spin. As her hands roamed your body and her weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, the world outside her chambers melted away. Here, underneath her, you were hers. There was no place you'd rather be.

Her hands roamed your chest, strong and steady. When you tried to pull away to tease her again, she caught your lower lip between her teeth, stopping you in your tracks. "Stop with the teasing, darling," she murmured, her voice low. "Just let me show you how much little patience i have."

sevika

Smoky haze filled The Last Drop. It was as suffocating as it was intensifying, the crowd's cheers echoed through the bar as Sevika sat at her usual corner table. Her sharp eyes scanning the room. She was stoic as always, her posture a mix of casual confidence and barely restrained menace. You sat at her side, nursing your drink in silence. Silently hoping for even the smallest flicker of recognition from her. But she didn't look your way. Not once.

Instead, Sevika was all business. Barking orders to her lackeys and exchanging brief words with Silco's former enforcers. The air around her was heavy and her mechanical arm was gleaming under the dim light as she tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. It was like you didn't exist at all. While you knew this was her world and her job, it didn't make it hurt any less. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to let the frustration show on your face. Unfortunately you hid it horribly. Much to your distaste.

When the meeting finally ended, Sevika stood and stretched, her gaze finally landing on you. "Come on," she said gruffly, motioning for you to follow. You bit back the urge to snap at her, deciding instead to trail behind her as she led you through the winding corridors to her private quarters.

The second the door shut behind you, the shift in her demeanor was quick. "Alright," she said, her voice softer now, her lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Let me have it."

"Let you have it?" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You ignored me all night, Sev. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?"

She stepped closer, her warm hand curling around your wrist as she tugged you toward her. "Embarrassing, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of something genuine in her eyes as she leaned in towards you. Her breath warm against your cheek. "Didn't seem to bother you when you were sitting all pretty beside me."

"Don't start," you snapped, but your voice wavered as she closed the remaining distance between you. Her metal hand rising to trail a cold line down your arm. Her touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and she knew it.

"You're cute when you're mad," she murmured, her voice dropping lower as her lips brushed the shell of your ear. "But I think you're forgetting something."

"And what's that?" you shot back, even as your breath hitched when her warm hand slid to your waist, pulling you against her.

"That you're mine," she growled, her lips crashing against yours before you could respond. The kiss was searing, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. Her touch overwhelming as she backed you up against the wall. "I don't ignore you because I want to," she rasped, her lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "I ignored you because if I didn't, l'd drag you into my lap in front of everyone and let them know exactly who you belong to."

Your breath caught as her words sank in, her hands gripping your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around her waist, locking them together. "Sevika..." you whispered, your voice trembling as her mouth moved to your neck. Her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin below your jaw. “You're such a-"

"Say it," she demanded, her lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "Go on. Tell me how much you hate me right now."

You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair and tugging hard, earning a low growl from her. "I hate how good you are at this," you admitted, your words barely more than a breath as she bit down lightly, soothing the mark with her tongue.

Her laugh was low and dark, her breath fanning over your collarbone as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "You love how good I am at this," she corrected, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"Maybe," you conceded, your voice softening as she set you down gently, her hands lingering on your hips.

"Definitely," she teased, brushing her lips against yours one more time before pulling away slightly, her forehead resting against yours. "Now, let me make up for tonight in a more proper manner."

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Late Night “Talks”

Sevika x Reader

Smut with a bit’a fluff.

Warnings: Sex: degradation, ass slapping/griping, strap-on, crying, fingering, streching out your hoo-haa, and biting. (r! receiving)

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Sevika grousing in her thoughts. Where would the night lead you? Cozied up with your girlfriend or being roughed up by her? (You already know where this shit’s going idek why i put a summary…)

A/N: I couldn’t find any fuckass photos for this fic. Pinterest ain’t freaky enough!!

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With a dry swallow, you stirr in your sleep. Groggily waking up and looking around. Sevika wasn’t in bed, and it was midnight. Maybe a work emergency? Probably out late gambling again. Would she really ditch you for a card game? You still couldn’t help but wonder if she was alright. Great risk came with being Silco’s second, both you and your girlfriend knew that. She was probably cleaning up after Jinx? You thought. Maybe even doing whatever her scrawny boss told her to do; her boss who you, very much, hated.

Shifting to a sitting position, you reached for the cup on your nightstand. Empty. Groaning with frustration, you pushing off the bed, and go to grab a cool cup of water. Making your way towards the kitchen, you hear rustling in the living room. Curious yet scared, you take careful steps and peak towards the room. Thinking it was you about to get robbed, you were expecting a man. Maybe even multiple.

Then again, if you had gotten robbed, one scratch on you and Sevika would go crazy. You’re talkin’ search the entirety of Zaun and find the asshole(s) who even thought of touching you.

But, to your surprise, it was your girlfriend. Sitting on the couch, hands inbetween her spread legs, and body tense. “Sevi?” You called out, slowly approaching her. She was leaned heavily onto the couch, looking surprised to see you. “Fuck..” Mumbling under her breath, she turned her head to you. “Did I.. uh, wake you?” Her voice a grumble as she patted the empty space beside her. You accepted her invite and plopped down next to her. Thighs touching, she huffed softly before her prosthesis arm came around your hips. “No, no.. I woke up to get some water.” You answered.

Judging from her eyebags and the smell of alcohol, she was drained. It was twelve fourty-eight at night and Sevika hadn’t had a wink of sleep. “You look exhausted, let’s go to sleep?” Bringing a hand to her hair, your slim fingers ran through her dark locks in order to untangle any knots, even brush away her tension. She grunted into the touch, clearly trying her best not seem weak.

Sevika had grown to think affection was weakness, it was to her pathetic in a way. So, your job, as her girlfriend, was to show her it was okay to open up, to express even the tiniest bit of vulnerability.

“Was it work? Again?” You tilted your head to try to get a better look at her face. Lidded red eyes and furrowed brows, she was definitely not okay. “Nah, just..” A weary sigh left her lips, “you should go back to sleep.” Of course she’d kept a wall between you and her job. No matter what, she’d made it clear she wanted you no where near what she did for a living. To stay out of her profession life. “At least.. give me an answer?” Hands now in your lap, you fidget with the hem of your red pajama shorts. Feeling grey eyes on you, you know you’re about to get a no. About to be shot down with a change of subject.

“Jinx.” She said, leaning forward with her arms on her spread legs. “That’s all you’re gettin’..” At her response, you silently thanked her for being, at least, a bit truthful, it was better than nothing. Letting her answer hang for a second, you smile widely and try to brighten up the mood. “I knew it!” Shoving her arm with yours, she chuckled lowly before placing her heavy hand on your thigh. “Hm, ‘course you did, you little brat.” Her voice was full of fondness, a hint of exhaustion still lingered as her thumb traced the inside of your thigh.

“Y’know I don’t want you gettin’ involved with my shit, right?” She’d said that a million times, but this time it was.. a little more heartfelt. She was protecting you, and you knew that. “Yeah, I do. But I expect you to give me some sort of explanation, instead of shuting me out. Yeah?”

The first few months of dating were rough. Sure, intimacy was sky rocketing but not so much the trust part. Emotions were usually bottled up by Sevika, and fucking you was her way of getting them out. Horrible coping mechanism, you’d tell her. Your girlfriend was more protective than a guard dog, hovering over you and staring you down whenever the two of you would head out. As nice as it felt to feel owned, it was irritating having her get riled up over small-talk with a friendly stranger. But, thank to your understanding, you and Sevika had grown out of the bad habits.

“Yeah, yeah..” She muttered out, resting her back against the couch with a huff. “I try to.” With that, the room held a comfortable silence. For a few seconds, Sevika’s words hung for a moment too long before she gave your thigh a squeeze, coaxing out a response. “Better than nothing.” Is what she got, which she smiled and shook her head at. “Anyways..” Voice less still, “What’d this pretty little thing do today?” Thumbs grazing over your soft, delicate skin.

Masterbate? Why?

“Books and this lame ass TV.” You lied, smiling and trying to hide the truth. But, this had happened countless times and Sevika was used to it by now. Used to your.. horniess. Patting your thigh and inching closer to your core, she spread your legs. “And, you expect me to believe that?” Voice amused and sultry, she moved to wrap her prosthetic around your hip and pullled you onto her lap. Your chest against hers, she grabbed the back of your neck and drew you into a much needed kiss.

Tongue entering your mouth, running along your lips, and then dancing around your own tongue, Sevika was completely aware of what she was doing. As much as you tried to keep your noises to herself, the feel of her biting your bottom lip and gripping onto your ass was what made you unable to restrain yourself. Whining for more you arch into her and cup her heated face. It was hard to ignore the pulse of your pussy. It was yelling for contact.

Sevika whispered a soft, “I feel it.” With a chuckle inbetween the kiss. Obviously, it made you embarrassed. You didn’t expect your cunt to be so fuckin’ needy, especially after a small peck on the lips. Pulling away, your girlfriend slid her giant, flesh hand up your shorts and rested her fingertip against your clit. A squeak escaped your lips and you had already begun to feel yourself getting wet. “Shit’s got a pulse, Baby..” She teased out, a cocky smirk on her face as her prosthetic arm gripped onto your hip to keep you still. “I know..” You huff out, resting your sweaty palms on your girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Let’s fix that, give you the satisfaction you’re clearly needing.” With that, she moved your underwear to the side and immediately slid her finger in. Being wet, you were already lubed up and ready. She took advantage of that and added another one of her big fingers. It filled you up, like.. completely. One more and you’d be streched out like some whore. Even though Sevika would fuck you like one.

Moaning at the movement, you shift your hips to find a comfortable position. Legs spread more evenly, back arched, and head coming to land onto Sevika’s shoulder. “There y’go..” Words murmured into your ear, she began moving. Curling against your g-spot, she slid her fingers in an out.

God, you wish she’d use her strap.

“Be a good bitch and stay still.” You obediently kept your hips still even though they were begging to be shuddered, to be able to tremble. Each in and out had you moaning and filling the living room with your lewd noises. Sevika’s eyes stayed on your figure before her prosthetic arm shifted to grip your tits, twisting your bud with enough pressure to make you whimper. “Sevi, baby..” Voice shaky and barely audible, you couldn’t contain the lewd noise that interrupted your sentence. “Faster?.. please?” — Pleading, you were fucking pleading. Sevika gave you a scoff, smacking your ass with her prosthetic arm before sinking her teeth into the skin of your shoulder. “You dirty little thing.” Was all she said before fastening her pace, even placing a thumb on your clit to give you more than one sensation to deal with. Circular motions on your bud as her two fingers worked inside of you to release the pressure bubbling up.

Each rub, touch, was enough to send you over the edge. But you wanted it to last longer, considering you’d been waiting to be fucked the whole day. Even masterbating didn’t work, your fingers were too slow for your liking. No dirty words were being whispered into your ear, which made the experience boring. Not to mention the absence of your girlfriend’s groans and huffs.

“Y’like that, don’t you?” She groaned inbetween biting and marking your shoulder and neck. “You’re getting fucked harder than this, Princess.” And with that, Sevika gave you the final rub to get you shuddering and whimpering out with pleasure. Arms tightly wrapped around your girlfriend, you cried out. You were at your peak, letting go of the tension in your body and completely melting against your girlfriend. Fingers sliding out, she made sure to clean them off with her mouth. Tongue licking off your cum, Sevika gave your ass a squeeze before pulling you to wrap your legs around her waist. Carrying your weary body towards the bedroom, she made sure to grab her thick strap-on.

Tossing you onto the bed, she stripped you naked with agressive, yet careful tugs. “Let’s see if you last long with a cock up your cunt.” She’d grunt out, taking her time to undress and stare over your perfect figure. Every curve, dip, and turn left her breath to hitch. She, herself, began to undress. Pulling her clothes off her toned and muscular body. The sight had your pussy thirsting for her. Tightening on her strap, she pulled you by the calves and held them up to her shoulders. You were positioned on the edge of the bed, legs spread as you laid on your back with Sevika’s strap dug halfway into your entrance. Enjoying the sight of you, she gave out a smug little grin.

“You’re gorgeous, baby..” Adoration and lust in her husky voice, she tilted her head to bite into your trembling legs. “Wanna see you writhing for me.” With that confession, she thwacked her cock into your pussy and it felt like your body had went numb for a second.

Sevika’s strap was thick, much thicker than her two fingers; which you could barely handle. So, for her to shove something so large in your cunt was new and a little painful.

Whimpering, you bring your shaky hands to your forehead and rest them there, letting your girlfriend thrust deep and hard until the sting of the strech was gone. Sure, it took some time, but afterwards you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure— literally. You were crying. With each blow, your body was quivering. With your head spinning and heart pounding, you were a mess. “There you go, just like that..” Sevika smiled out, enjoying seeing those tears on your disheveled face. “Cry like the slut you are.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she held onto your hips as her thrusts became increasingly deeper, more steady, and stronger. “Fuck.. I.. I’m close!..” Head tilted to the side, you watched as Sevika placed a pillow under your hips.

Immediately, you felt the tip of her strap hitting your weak spot and you immediately gasped. The position was new and you knew for a fact that Sevika had done her research. “Shit.. Vika.. I… it’s too good..” You’d breath out, “S’fuckin’ good..”

You had found your new favourite position.

Hands gripping the sheets, you stare at the visibility of Sevika’s strap in you. You could see the way it went in and out, giving your flesh a bump. “Like seein’ it?” Your girlfriend huffed out, slapping your thighs before fucking you faster. “Yeah..” You nod, your moaned out answer a plead. “You’re fuckin’ filty for this cock, aren’t ya’?” She said, turning your pussy into a sex-toy with how rough she was drilling into it. The pressure was building up, heat pooling in your stomach as your body prepared for the release.

With the few final hammers, you let out a cry as your orgasm hit. Hands covering your face before sevika smacked ‘em away, your hips writhing and shaking at the intensity of your release. She enjoyed every second of your reaction. Furrowed brows, mouth open, eyes shut, cheeks a light red, and voice raspy from straining moans.

Holy fuck, that was probably the best sex you’d ever had.

Sliding out her cum-drenched strap, Sevika pulled your folds apart to see how much she’d streched you out. Your hole was ruined, completely owned by your girlfriend. Just as she liked it.

Body weary and sore, you gasped for air. Yeah, that was the definitely the last round. Head clouded and dizzy, you reach for your girlfriend as she pulled you against her chest with her prosthesis arm. The cool metal making your heated skin stand up with goosebumps. Grabbing a few extra-soft tissues, she wiped you clean. Shaking, you nuzzle into your girlfriend’s neck and breathed in that metallic, sweet smell of hers. You would always crave her smell when she was at work, even spraying some of her old cologne around the apartment to help with the loneliness. Eyes fluttering closed as you let your girlfriend clean you up, she rubbed your back with her flesh hand. Then, Sevika’s thick lips pressed loving and proud kisses on your shoulder and neck. Specifying going over the love-bites she’d left behind from earlier.

Your girlfriend was always good with aftercare, especially after ripping your pussy open, she knew you needed some time to cool down. Relax and regain your energy.