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xxlreader · 23 days ago

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Brief Summary: Sevika makes a bet with Quill (OC) that they can't get her to beg them to get her off. It doesn't go her way.

Content includes: trans/g!p!Sevika, nonbinary AFAB partner, oral sex (Sevika receiving), handjobs, muffing, edging, foul language, bondage, light knife play, praise kink, smut with feelings, established relationship, bratting (on Sevika's part), subvika, mind break (kind of)

WC: 6,052

Once again posted for @sevikaslatinawife (welcome to the oc x canon family!! I love that our silly little guys would get along <3)

"What do I get when I win again?" Sevika asked. She was holding a glass in her right hand and had a lit joint pinched between the clawed fingers of her left one. Her mean little smile was completely self-assured as she watched her lover set a cushion down on the floor and kneel on it.

"I'll take over logistics for the next shimmer delivery. Completely. And take you to dinner tomorrow, of course," they said. They ran their hands up her clothed thighs and bowed between them, dark eyes fixed on hers as they kissed a trail that followed one of their hands. "Are you sure you don't want me to get my rope?"

"Why would I? I don't get the cigars you promised if you string me up," she said. She took a long pull from the joint and held it for a few moments before blowing it down at them. The herbal smoke just made their eager smile broaden. It was unfortunate they were so used to her habits that they didn't cough anymore.

They chuckled and pressed against the edge of the couch, their broad shoulders tucked between her spread thighs. "I just think they would be helpful for you. If you touch my head, you lose." They kissed her inner thigh, their hand roaming up to her exposed midriff. They smirked against the rough fabric of her pants when they felt the muscles there bunching under their hands.

"Doesn't matter. Not gonna lose," she said. She sipped from the glass and sighed as if bored. She draped her right arm over the back of the couch, drink-bearing hand dangling as she puffed on the joint some more. The growing bulge in her pants gave away how even light fondling from them affected her, however, and there was no hiding it. She watched as they nuzzled their way closer to her clothed cock, holding their gaze as if she could command them to get on with it without already breaking the rules they had set. She didn't beg. She certainly wouldn't beg them of all people. They were ferocious in their desire for her. She didn't believe for a second that they could resist their need to please her long enough for her to cave.

"Okay," they said. They sounded perfectly calm. Nothing but reasonable. "Whatever you want, my love." They grinned when she rolled her eyes and blew more smoke in their face as an answer for the pet name. Then turned all of their focus to the task at hand. They were going to break her down, and she was going to love it. They rose up on their knees and grasped her by her waist, their warm, ink-stained hands smoothing along her silky skin as they kissed their way from the hem of her cropped shirt to her belt. They reveled in the feeling of the coarse hair against their lips guiding them the whole way down. They pressed themself flush against her, feeling her continuing to harden in her pants. It was the kind of thing she'd mock others for, getting hot and bothered over some light pawing and a few kisses. She mocked them for begging all the time, too. It was only fair they turned it around on her sometimes.

Sevika took another sip of her drink, certainly not to mask the way her breath was already hitching over them unbuckling her belt and hooking their fingers into the sides of her pants, their knuckles dragging against her boxers at her hips. They dragged her pants down her legs with more methodical slowness that got on her damn nerves. They knew what they were doing. And she was already starting to grit her teeth over it. When they set her pants aside in a pile beside them and started kissing her thigh again, she gripped the glass harder and drained its contents. She tried to focus on the burn in her mouth and throat rather than their teasing. Their hands kneading at her hips now kept dragging her focus downwards, to her boxers feeling more restraining. The skin of her thighs breaking out into goosebumps under their lips and the brush of their beard. They picked their head up, and she dropped the glass, reaching for their hair out of habit.

Their eyes flicked up to lock onto hers. Her hand froze before it touched their hair, but it was too late. She had already been caught, and they had barely touched her yet. She bared her teeth at them as they pushed themself up with their hands splayed out on her thighs. "Looks like you need some help after all. I'd hate for the fun to stop so soon." They snatched the bundle of rope off the end table beside the couch and unwound it. "Give me your hands, darling."

She glared up at them, her lips set in a resentful scowl. She could grab them right now and pin them to the couch. Hike up their skirt and grind against them until they were the one begging. But that would also mean admitting defeat. She slowly rose to stand, giving them a long, smoldering look of frustration. She put out her joint on their bare arm before she turned her back on them and brought her wrists together behind her. She stomped the small bit of the joint underfoot as they tied her. She still wouldn't beg. She had acted before thinking, big deal. They had been taking things too slow on purpose.

Quill made sure to thread some of the rope between her wrists to provide her right one with some cushioning so the wide ring of metal that formed her left wrist didn't dig too much into her. She had her leather cuff, but they still wanted to minimize her discomfort there. This was going to be even more fun, now. She was wonderfully strong, yes, but not enough to get out of this. And her claws wouldn't reach far down enough for her to free herself from this tie. They had their safety scissors dangling from their chatelaine just in case, and they gave them a tap as they guided her to turn around. They gave her a perfectly polite smile and gestured to the couch. "Make yourself comfortable, my dear. You’ll be here for a long while," they said.

She huffed and plopped herself back onto the couch. She wouldn't watch them as they got back on their knees. Not this time. Her face was burning and she was hard as hell in her boxers and she knew they would give her that knowing smile of theirs that made her feel bare no matter how many layers she had on. She ground her teeth together to stay silent when she felt their hands on her thighs again, their warm skin feeling like a brand against hers. Her hairline was already starting to prickle with sweat. But she still wouldn't beg. Not when they nuzzled their way along the shape of her shaft in her boxers. Not when they wet the fabric with their tongue until it clung to the skin of her cock. Not when they stroked her through her boxers until she started leaking in earnest.

Quill loved toying with her. Almost as much as they loved recklessly pleasing her until their body no longer obeyed their commands. Getting to take their sweet time with her was a nice change of pace, and they swiftly found themself emboldened by the darkening of her sculpted cheeks and sight of her gorgeous profile as she glared off at the wall on the far side of the room. It was so cute that she wouldn't look at them now that she had been bound. Now that they were properly teasing her and there was nothing she could do except take it. Their mouth was already watering over her scent, the feeling of her hard cock in their hand, the easy way the fabric of her boxers slid along it as they spread her own slick over herself through the dark cotton.

Sevika's body betrayed her with a strangled groan as soon as they tugged her boxers down and touched her cock with their bare hand. Fuck, how had they worn her down this much already? A breath shuddered out of her when they wrapped their fingers around her leaking head and coated her hardness in more of her own precum. A burst of violet vapor erupted from the grates in her left forearm. Her heart was racing, and she felt every beat of it in her hard cock as they squeezed and stroked her. Slow, firm pumps that felt like they were wringing the air from her lungs with more sounds of near agony.

Quill watched with a mixture of awe and pride as Sevika's chest heaved from her attempts to keep her breathing under control, her abs clenching over and over again, the muscles of her powerful thighs seizing just from the insistent motions of their hand. She was already struggling so much and they hadn't even gotten to the real fun yet. They hummed and idly traced the v-shape along her hips just to make her squirm some more. She cursed at them, and they giggled, then slid their hand down to the base of her thick shaft and squeezed it tight enough to make her hiss. She was leaking a steady trickle of clear fluid from the tip of her cock, and they intended to savor every drop. They dragged their tongue up her shaft with a sigh of pure contentment.

This had already been torture for her. Both of her hands had formed tight fists, her left arm constantly chattering, from how bad she wanted to grab them by their hair and cram her hardness down their throat. Then they had pressed their lips to her weeping tip and used their lips to slide her foreskin down, exposing the sensitive head of her cock to their ruthless tongue. She had thrown her head back with groan and bucked her hips. "You're…fucking evil," she snarled. She opened her eyes and bowed her head forward to level a scorching glare at them. The eyes that met her own were practically blackened by their lust. The feeling of their lips sealed around the head of her, their hand unmoving now as they rolled their tongue over the tip of her dick, was going to drive her insane. But she still wouldn't beg.

Quill didn't feel a hint of fear from her giving them such a murderous look. The way she was twitching restlessly in their mouth, coating their tongue with her arousal, her body visibly straining under the effort of keeping herself under control was not threatening. It was cute to them, really. She had voluntarily relinquished her control to them. She thought she was going to win. They stroked their free hand along her thigh as if to soothe her even as they tormented her by starting to suck on just the head of her rigid cock. Her back arched away from the cushions of the couch, her head falling back again. The veins in her neck bulged as they slowly lowered their head to push more of her into their mouth. They used their grip on her to angle the head, still dripping like a faucet that hadn't been fully shut off, and rubbed the tip of it against the ridges at the roof of their mouth.

"Fuck!" No amount of teeth gritting or fist clenching could keep her quiet when they pulled that shit. She felt a bolt of pure heat race through her aching dick and straight up her spine to her brain. She pushed out against the ropes binding her hands together, the heels of her feet scrambling against the rug under their couch. There was nowhere for her to go. She couldn't touch them and she would. Not. Beg.

Even as she started to throb in their mouth as they slowly engulfed her. Every pull of that greedy, insistent mouth was frying her mind, and it was getting harder to keep herself from sounding desperate. Pathetic, even.

Quill adored when Sevika sounded rough and primal. When her chest rumbled with growls and grunts. They loved when her deep, resonant voice was forced up into its higher register even more. Her jaw had gone slack, and a chorus of breathy moans tumbled from her mouth with every pull from theirs. They swallowed more of her down, their throat working audibly as they drank from her like they would perish from thirst. There was no resistance. It took her forming a visible lump in their throat for them to gag; there were plenty of habits from their vocal training at the academy they still used to their advantage. This was by far the most enjoyable. They could fuck their own face with her cock as much as they pleased without their body rejecting her, and they did. They worked her to the point of throbbing, hot and heavy, inside of their eager mouth.

And then they stopped. They released her cock with an almost comical popping sound and sat back on their feet.

Sevika's head had been absolutely swimming in the sensation of their tongue against her shaft, their lips sliding over her feverish flesh, their constant sucking and clockwork rhythm as they took her, inch by inch, to the back of their throat. She could hear her own gasps and moans ringing out in the heated air between them, unable to stop herself from becoming more and more vocal. The pressure coiling in her lower belly, in the base of her cock as they squeezed and sucked it, had been ready to erupt.

She let out a ragged shout of frustration when it all vanished at once. "You evil little bitch," she snapped at them. She was yanking at her restraints again. They held fast. They had bound her left hand below the wide circular band that acted as an artificial wrist so she couldn't slice her way free. Because they knew she'd put them through the table behind them with how rough she'd fuck them for doing this.

They smiled up at her, their lips shining, the hair sprouting from their chin matted to their skin from their own spit and her precum. "You know how the game works, my dear. If you want to cum, just ask." Their tone was sweet and bland, as if they didn't have a care in the world. As if they hadn't already reduced her to a panting, sweating, whimpering mess. A trickle ran down the side of her face, following the flawless angles of it before dripping onto her shirt. Her abs were shining, her chest was still heaving as she fought to catch her breath, and she looked positively, beautifully livid.

"I'm not beggin' you for shit," she breathed. She knew they'd give her head for ages just for their own pleasure. That they were practically obsessed with draining her balls every chance they got. They were licking their lips like the greedy beast they were, their fingers digging into the meat of her thighs without them even realizing it. They would crumble and give her what she wanted. They couldn't deny her for long. So she drew in another shaking, deep breath, and pressed her lips together.

Quill watched her raise her chin as she sat back against the couch cushions, looking imperious as ever. Their smile broadened. They loved this about her, too. Her stubbornness was part of what made her such an unstoppable force. It also meant they got to have a lot more fun with her before they claimed their inevitable victory. They grabbed the waistband of her boxers and shifted back so they could tug them further down. Except she refused to close her legs enough for Quill to pull them past her thighs. So they stood and walked to one of their desks and returned with a long, wicked-looking pair of scissors.

Sevika's brows shot up. "Whoa, hey," she said. "What're those for?"

Quill paused in front of her and snipped the air. The scissors made a clean, sharp sound as the two halves slid against one another. "Close your legs or I'll cut those off you."

She scowled up at them again. Her legs didn't move. This wasn't part of the game, but she had decided she wasn't listening to anything they said now. She was pissed and dripping all over herself, naked from the hem of her cropped shirt down while they were still completely covered. It felt backwards. She'd fucked them plenty of times without even taking her cloak off, but this? Just seeing their bare arms and some shoulder? Not even cleavage or their legs without their skirt lifts on? It was unfair. She kept eyeing the scissors as they kneeled down between her legs again, and she tensed slightly as Quill opened them up with another whisper of metal against itself.

"Color?" they said. They grabbed at one of the legs of her boxers and brought the scissors closer to it. This deliberate slowness was not to tease. If she didn't want these blades near her, they would stop at once. They watched a muscle in her proud, strong jaw tick before she sighed.

"Green," she muttered. She fought a shiver as the tip of the scissor's blade grazed her skin. It sliced through the fabric of her boxers in a smooth glide that reminded her of watching them cut reams of paper. They cut a clean, straight line from the leg up to the waistband. Then they repeated this on the other side. They must have caught on that she wouldn't get up and make it easier for them to get her even more naked. So they cut their way to exposing her, the clever brat. She braced herself as they set the scissors down behind them and planted their hands on her thighs again.

"I'll give you another chance, love," they said. They smoothed their hands along her thighs. Up to her hips, then back down. "Do you want me to make you cum?"

She glowered at them for a moment, then glanced away. She wouldn't beg. They couldn't make her. Her hard cock, standing upright against her abs, now smeared with a trail of precum, twitched. They were running their short nails up her thighs. Then wrapping their fingers around her dick again. Then following with their soft lips.

Quill swallowed her down to the base in a single, swift motion. And the string of curses she let loose was music to their ears. More so than perhaps the whole of their record collection. They relaxed their throat, commanding their body to welcome the intrusion, and sucked on her rock hard flesh with a single-minded determination that made their own thoughts melt into a pleasant fog. All that mattered was how satisfying it felt to have her sliding back and forth against their tongue and between their lips. The salty taste of her and intoxicating smell of her natural musk, combining with the lingering smoke in the room, the worn leather of her clothes. The sound of her moaning above them, starting to break into even softer, sweeter noises. Whimpers and whines and keening like she was caught in the grip of an exquisite kind of pain. They could feel her squirming under their relentless onslaught, and they kept her hips pinned to the couch, making use of their weight to refuse her even that little amount of control. Her left arm was flaring and blazing with such heat there was a serious danger of it setting their couch alight with a wayward burst of shimmer-fueled fire.

This time when they stopped, just short of her flooding their mouth with her load, she let out a frustrated sound very much like a sob. That almost made them give up, but they remembered how many times they had been just as helpless under her hands and mouth and cock. How many times she'd restrained them with her iron grip or buttery leather cuffs or cold chains or furniture in the brothels she took them to. And how incredible it had felt when she finally let their long-denied climaxes rip through them. There was nothing like it. They wanted her to experience it.

So they sat back again to savor the sight of her hunched over, hair plastered to her forehead, mouth agape as pants and soft sounds of sweet suffering came from her. She looked so helpless. How could they fear her when they got to see her like this? Desperate and whimpering and so hard it had to hurt.

They rose up higher on their knees and gently cupped her sharp chin in their hand. They picked her head up, giving her an adoring smile. They hummed and stroked her jaw with their thumb, admiring the wide-eyed look she was giving them now. There she was. There was the needy sweetheart she was always hiding. They leaned in to press a kiss to her lips and slid their hand down to her neck. They hooked two of their fingers into her leather choker and tugged. Just that little assertion of dominance made her hips buck up, and a moan slipped past her lips. They rewarded her by grabbing her spit-shined cock and stroking it again. A shudder wracked her, and she desperately fucked herself into their hand, hot puffs of air hitting their face when she broke the kiss.

Sevika couldn't fucking think anymore. Their mouth was impossible for her to resist. The way they expertly worked her from head to hilt with their tongue and throat was maddening. Even worse than that had been the insistent pressure of their hands on her. She hadn't been able to move a damn inch with them leaning on her; they rarely used their comparable size against her, but when they did, they took full advantage. And she had been so close to blowing her load. Just another moment or two and she would have been seeing stars. They knew her too fucking well. She felt like she would die if she didn't have some kind of friction against her cock now. Of course she had crumbled right into their hand, into the slick slide of their lips- tasting like them and her and making her impossibly harder- as soon as they touched her again.

But she still wouldn't beg. Some part of her remembered not to. She wouldn't lose. What was she even playing? This wasn't a fair game. They had rigged this against her. And fuck their hand felt so good and their tongue was in her mouth and they were yanking on her choker like she was a collared dog and she was throbbing again.

They stopped once more, holding the base of her cock in a vice grip and pulling their mouth away. She chased after them, gasping for air, slate gray eyes glazed and shining, and made a little noise of confusion that just melted their heart. "Oh, you poor thing," they whispered to her. "You really want to cum, don't you?"

She panted for a moment, blinking wetly at them, and nodded. But her mouth wouldn't form words. And their hand didn't move.

They smiled and kissed her cheek. "Nothing would make me happier, darling." They tugged on her choker again, forcing her to lean a fraction further forward, and said into her ear, "All you have to do is ask."

That seemed to wake her back up. Her pride clawed its way to the surface of the sea of pleasure she had been floating in and furrowed her brows for her. Drew up her shoulders. "No," she said. There wasn't nearly as much fire behind it as there had been the first two times she refused, but she still denied them their victory. She wouldn't lose.

Quill drew back again, and she had hoped to see them pouting or disappointed or something that made her feel better about denying herself what they both wanted so badly. Instead, she was met with a heated look in their eyes that made her feel like they had pulled a knife on her. They still had their fingers hooked into her choker, and she expected them to wrap that hand around her neck, but she had been wrong again. They let her go and ran their hand down from her neck to her chest, then lower. And lower, past her sweat-slicked abs to rest on her thigh. Their other hand was still squeezing the base of her cock the way a ring would. A constant, tight pressure that restricted her in a different way than the rope.

They tilted their head, their long pink braid falling over the curve of their wide shoulder. "Color?" they asked.

Her glare was half-hearted at best by this point. "You already know what it is," she snapped at them. "Green, you brat." Their bubbly little giggle in response made her stomach flutter in a way that made her avert her gaze again. They were the furthest thing from cruel and sadistic when they dominated her. No, they took a genuine delight in tangling her up in their web of control until she caved. But they had made this into a game, and she hated losing. So she steeled herself against whatever they would do to her next. She knew it would be the most excruciating kind of pleasure.

Quill had been hoping she would hold out this long. Their own undergarments were an absolute wreck. Their panties and the shorts they wore over them were soaked. Their neglected cunt was aching and sensitized to the point of sending sparks through them every time they squeezed their own thighs together. And they knew even if they drained her dry, she would take all her frustration over losing out on them. She still had her devastating fingers and tireless mouth to tear them apart with. So they had to break her. They had to win.

They sat back on their feet and slowly began to stroke her again. They watched a tremble ripple through the flat plane of her stomach as her breath hitched. Then hooked their arm under one of her legs to tug her forward. They needed her further on the edge of the couch for this to work. She looked confused for a moment, not resisting as they hoisted her to teeter right where they needed her. Her eyes clouded again when they bowed their head over her cock to swirl their tongue around the dripping head and sucked it back into their mouth with a moan of bliss. They would never get tired of how she tasted. They kept up stroking her as their other hand reached lower, at first cupping her heavy balls with a reverent gentleness. A high-pitched sigh escaped her, and she bucked her hips up to press more of herself into their waiting mouth. They gave her exactly what she wanted, sinking down further, and moved their hand again.

Sevika's whole body jolted when she felt their fingertips press firmly against a tender, hidden strip of flesh between her legs. She felt a new kind of pleasure spark to life deep inside of her and scorch her nerves. She was doomed. She was going to lose. "Oh, fuck! No-!" It was a cry of defeat. And Quill, her evil, doting, absolute freak of a lover, they stopped cold. Of course they did. That wasn't the safeword the two of them used, but they were cautious. They cared. They would sooner lose the fingers prying her open than violate her with them.

And her whole body trembled with open desperation for them to just rip her apart already.

"Stop?" they asked softly. Both of their hands were on her thighs again. Petting her. Trying to ground her. The gleeful, devious look in their eye had been replaced with concern.

Sevika gave them those needy puppy eyes again, her left arm sparking and letting off more bursts of steam. Her face was on fire, her throat was dry, and she had dripped all over herself. She was already a wreck. And yet she couldn't stand upsetting them even if it meant she'd concede. "Keep going," she said. It technically wasn't what they had set as the terms of the game. She wouldn't plead. She wasn't begging. But she would. Gods, she would. They could press and suck a deathbed confession out of her with their color-splotched fingers and their greedy mouth.

They smiled again, more hesitant this time, and leaned up to kiss her. They cupped her cheek, feeling her melt in their hand, and stroked her face for a moment. Their heart had leapt into their chest when she had cried out. An icy terror that they had hurt her somehow had frozen over their desire. They needed to thaw it again. They rubbed along her thigh, pressing up and against her, feeling her hard cock trapped between her and the outward curve of their belly as they traced her full bottom lip with their tongue. She yielded for them, opening her mouth and letting them in. Within moments, they were kissing her senseless, pinning her in place with a hand on her hip again when they felt her trying to grind against their belly and feeling a flare of hunger when she whimpered. She would never admit it, but she loved that they could overpower her even a little bit. It wasn't something she got to experience often, and certainly not in the safe way they provided.

She was breathless and almost dizzy by the time they parted, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths before it broke. Their hand left her face, and she knew exactly where it was going. She spread her thighs further apart, planted her feet, and tilted her hips up to give them easier access to what they wanted. The awkward position made her bend her bound arms at a strange angle, but she didn't care. Fuck it. She had no shame left. She had no pride left. She wouldn't make it through another round of them stopping. She shook as they returned to stroking her and slid their hand back between her thighs. She gasped out a curse when they pressed that stretch of sensitive skin again.

Quill had almost swooned over her presenting herself to them like this. Offering up one of the most delicate parts of her body for them to touch. "God, I love you," they breathed. They bowed to kiss her thigh again even as they heard her make a strangled whining sound. They weren't pushing in too deep just yet. They had to ease their way into this. Into her. They rested their cheek against her thigh and watched her with their dark eyes sparkling in adoration as she writhed under them. They stroked her with a slowly building rhythm, twisting their wrist each time they reached the weeping head of her cock. Their other hand rubbed against the swell of flesh between her thighs, spreading apart to sink into the two points where the skin gave and could be pressed inward.

And she sang for them. Her mouth fell open, a harsh, gloriously arcing moan blessing their ears. She sounded divine. Absolutely out of control. Her body was shuddering, her shoulders twitching, her arms straining as she fought her restraints. Every visible muscle in her beautifully curvy torso was seizing. Her skin was shiny from exertion, and her hair was such a mess she could have been mistaken as coming from a brawl. She was utterly debauched, and she had never been more stunning to them.

But this was still a game. So they began to slow down, and they cooed to her, in a voice sickly sweet and unshakably confident, "Beg for me, my love."

Sevika unraveled. She felt like her guts were being filled with molten heat by their fingers pressing into her. Their hand on her cock was relentless, making obscene sounds with every pump as they drew more gushes of precum out of her. She didn't want to fight them anymore. She didn't even remember or care what they would win from her. "Please, baby," she moaned.

Quill's hand sped up again, squeezing her tighter, pausing for longer at the head of her cock to run over it multiple times before they slid it back down. And the fingers further down, shadowed by her body, pressed deeper. "Please what, darling?"

They were still being evil. Of course they were. They had her completely helpless in their hands, and they hadn't so much as struck her once. They hadn't said a single mean word to her. She bucked her hips into their hand as they pumped faster. "Please, lemme fuckin' cum, please, baby, can't take this anymore. Fuck- 'm gonna lose my fucking mind-!" Everything tumbled out of her at once. Her mind was rapidly going blank, reducing to a haze of sublime sensation.

Their voice cut through it all in her last moment of comprehension. Silky and low and echoing in her head. "That's my good girl, Sevika. Cum for me."

Their mouth devoured her just in time for her to shoot a torrent of thick, white ropes of her cum into it. She could feel her pounding heart in her entire body, ringing in her ears, pulsing through her cock as it jerked and poured what felt like her soul down their throat. She had no control over her hips as she mindlessly rutted into them, grinding down into the hand still plunging into her taint even as the continued pressure made her nearly sob with ecstacy. It felt like it would never end. Like she would be burned away to nothing by the waves of blistering pleasure overtaking her body.

Quill had refused to take their mouth off of her until she was shooting nothing but blanks and couldn't move beyond haphazard twitching. Perhaps that had been too much. Their lover was half slumped off the couch, her arms bent at awkward angles from the restraints, and her entire body has gone completely limp. It took considerable effort on their part to hoist her onto it and lay her down. They turned her onto her side and swiftly undid the tie and settled her on her back with a pillow tucked under her head. They checked her right arm, feeling the tips of her fingers to ensure they hadn't cut off her circulation with the rope. Her eyes were blinking sightlessly every so often, the kohl around them smeared and dripping from sweat and tears. It was a gorgeous look on her, they thought.

They got up to fetch a rag and wet it in their bathroom sink so they could wipe her face down first, smiling at how she made soft sounds in response to their fussing. They wiped down her stomach next, then her soft cock. She flinched and twitched when they touched it. Poor thing was still so sensitive. They brought over a canister of water for when she was more aware, noting how her right hand was starting to grasp at them as they moved around. Only when they were satisfied with the state of her, did they strip off their tank top and skirt so they could lay on her, skin to skin, and run their fingers through her hair. They slicked it all back, their cheek resting on her chest, and scratched at her scalp until her little mewling sounds quieted into deep breaths. And finally snoring.

They dozed off with her for a while, lapsing into a deep, dreamless sleep. They were drawn out of it by the low purr of her voice and feeling of her hands on them. Sharp metal digging into the soft flesh of their ass while warm, calloused skin ran down their wide, bare back.

"You didn't think I'd let you get away with all that, did you? Wake up, doll, it's your turn."

#my writing #mine #oc x canon #sevika x oc #pwp fics #sevika smut #sevika #sevika arcane #genuinely proud of this one ngl #it was so much fun to write #it literally emerged in a rabid stupor #switchvika truthers rise #also versevika truthers

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baji-boo · 2 days ago

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I'm at college right now but i'll do it digitally too when i get back home!

Thinking of Sevika changing her labret from a stud to a ring. Her lips are so plump that when she smiles/smirks, you can see the ring dig into her lip and basically strain against her mouth.

You love kissing her now with the ring cause it aches when she kisses you hard enough and sometimes leaves your bottom lip bruised.

#sevika arcane #sevika #sevika headcanon #arcane #arcane sevika #sevika art #sevika fanart #fanart #sevikaslatinawife

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lesbianvampyrr · 17 days ago

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🗡about me!

Greetings, mortals. How are you doing? I hope this post finds you well. ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་

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I will write about: Sensitive themes, explicit sex, BDSM and a lot more.

I will not write about: Death, abuse, violence, assault, non-consensual sex (that includes characters who are high, drunk, asleep or anything of the sort), minors.

My favorite writers here on Tumblr are: @imsofreakingtired @sevikaslatinawife

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running-with-kn1ves · 22 days ago

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do you know anyone else who write good wlw reader content?

Great question! I honestly know of very few; If anyone has any other authors please lmk because I'd love something new, and I'm sure anon would appreciate it.

Littlelovelunnette

Been binging this blog lately, lots of scrumptious arcane that feeds my little demon soul (and the hole it left in my heart)

S4pphicyearning

Not a fic/x reader blog but has lots of sapphic yearning, as the name suggests. One of my favs🙏

Sevikaslatinawife

Solely sevika stuff but girl I love me some sevika fics if you're into her 😩!!

Werecreature-addicted

Occasionally some wlw/wlnb content but their monster reblogs and thoughts are always so scrumptious to consume

Sapphicideas

Not x reader either but the sapphic thoughts always hit the SPOT, same with her reblogs which are always up my alley

#honestly wattpad is probably better for x reader gay shit?? bahah #I have seen a lot more lesbian/wlw stories and just straight up smut on there #me when my roommate talks about how she doesn't like all the x reader stuff on tumblr...#kn1ves rants #knives rants #writers #wlw writers #writing

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sevikaslatinawife · 29 days ago

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[Drabble for now cause I want to get this off my mind and I'm trying to study lol. Lmk if you'd like a longer version.]

Warnings: afab!reader, mean-ish Sevika, f!reader, pussy talk, slight degredation

Sevika had seen plenty of cunts before. Shapes, colors, smells (all good despite a few rotten apples). But the one thing they all had in common? They had some hair - or at least a majority of them did.

She liked her girls with a little pubic hair. It was just something she always found attractive. Full bush, a trim, a triangle, a strip, even a fucking heart once.

But here you were, completely shaven and so perfectly wet. She could see the hairs you missed, of course, near your anus where you probably couldn't reach properly.

The darkness of your skin around your cunt and anus due to years of shaving made her groan.

"Shave just for me, princess?" She kissed your mons pubis, tongue darting out to tease your clit.

You blush and nod slowly. "I-I didn't know what you'd liked."

It wasn't like you meant for it to be that way. You just happen to shave the same day she got you in bed. Maybe some part of you wanted to be prepared, though.

Your words made Sevika groan as she bites your inner thigh gently. Not enough to leave a mark - yet - but enough for her to see your cunt twitch.

"Princess, you're so fucking gorgeous," She growls. "Such a needy slut, aren't you? Wanted to get your cunt ate so you prepared?" She gives your cunt a lick and it makes you shudder. "Filthy girl."

#sevika x y/n #sevika arcane #sevika x you #sevika headcanon #sevika #arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #arcane sevika #sevika hc #sevika smut #sevika x reader smut #sevikaslatinawife #sevika my wife #sevika my love #arcane smut #arcane x reader

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sevikaslatinawife · 1 month ago

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these keep me alive

are you guys sick of older!sevika yet or what…

sevika x fem reader

cw: age gap, modern setting, sfw & nsfw, idk this is just feeding my delusions

older!sevika will always give you a ride. in fact, the thought of you having to drive yourself anywhere makes her sad. you’re a princess who deserves to be chauffeured around!

she’ll pick you up in her truck from your college classes with your favorite drink from dunkin in the cupholder. she’ll wake up at seven in the morning just so she can drive you to your eight A.M class.

“babe, it’s your day off. you need to rest, i can drive myself!”

“is that some sort of joke? get in the truck.”

older!sevika is physically incapable of watching a movie with you without falling asleep. the second her ass hits the couch in your apartment, it’s like she swallowed ten melatonin gummies.

you guys are cuddling up under a blanket, peacefully enjoying some movie you found after scrolling through disney plus for ten minutes. around fifteen minutes into the movie, you turn to see her eyes closed, softly snoring against the pillow.

“sevi…c’mon, wake up. it’s been like…thirty seconds.”

she stirs awake with a groan. “i’m awake, i’m awake. i won’t pass out again, promise.”

she falls back asleep twenty minutes later.

older!sevika is, contrary to popular belief, a huge fan of romantic sex. she hates quickies, they just don’t satisfy her need to be intimate with you in every sense of the word.

she loves to take her sweet time with you. making out turns to gentle grinding on her lap, which then turns to neck bites and soft rubs on your hardened nipples. she won’t touch your cunt until she’s positive that you’re dripping with need. everything with sevika is an expression of her love. every deep thrust of her strap into your pussy is filled with sweetness and appreciation for you.

during aftercare, she’ll do whatever you ask. she’ll rub your back, get you water, feed you, clean you up in the bath. the whole time she’s mumbling praises in your ear about how much she loves you.

and on that note…

older!sevika gets turned on by the most random things. wearing her shirt? she’s ripping it off and getting on her knees for you. doing work with a concentrated look on your face? she’s blushing down to her neck. singing along to a song in the car? she’s pulling over and tonguing you down.

“babe…i’m studying for midterms. what are you kissing my neck for?”

“you’re so hot when you’re focused. i think it’s time for a break, baby girl.”

older!sevika starts facetiming you during her lunch at the office. she’ll listen to you talk about your classes or your outfit or the weather for the entire hour she has free. the whole reason she calls you every day is so she can hear your voice and look at your gorgeous face.

she’ll have her phone propped up against a stack of papers on her desk, staring at you through the screen with hearts in her eyes like a cartoon character. nodding mindlessly as whatever you need to rant about, completely at peace due to the sound of you.

older!sevika smokes a concerning amount of cigs, just like in the canon universe. between clients at work? she’s going out back to smoke. after sex? she’s smoking in bed. driving you somewhere? she’s smoking in the car with the window rolled down. she’s literally always coughing.

that being said, she thinks vaping is just ridiculous. she just thinks it’s lame. if you vape (like me), she’ll make the most dramatic, grossed out face the second you pull it out. it smells too sweet, and they’re like forty bucks a piece.

she will absolutely buy you a new one when she’s out getting herself cigarettes, though. she can’t say no to you ever.

#sevika x you #sevika smut #sevika arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x reader smut #arcane x reader #arcane smut #arcane #sevika headcanon #sevika imagine #sevika x y/n #sevika x female reader #sevika my love #sevika lol #sevikaslatinawife

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xxlreader · 25 days ago

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Good Dog (Conflicts of Interest Bonus Scene)

Brief Summary: Quill is working at The Last Drop and gets to show off their service sub manners at Sevika's command. They're rewarded with a personal gift later on.

Clarifying note: this is fluff (sort of?) Not smut! For tons of smut, see the fic proper.

Part of the timeline for my longfic Conflicts of Interest (Ao3 Link)

WC: 4,934

Posted for @sevikaslatinawife !

Quill liked to think they weren’t the jealous type. They couldn’t afford to be, really. Sevika had an infinite number of demands on her time and effort. She also had plenty of demands on her personal space; for every person afraid of her, there was at least one other who, like them, would do damn near anything for her attention. No small number of women counted among them got it, too.

So when they saw her chatting up a woman somewhere, they reminded themself that they were counted among a lucky few and minded their business. Sometimes she would approach them with another woman, even outside the brothels, and they would usually go with whatever she wanted. It wasn’t solely obligation, either. She had impeccable taste, and they often made friends with these other girls on her roster.

Tonight was one of those nights. Where they were tucked into the corner of the enclave seats in The Last Drop, working out the dates for a correspondence they were forging while she played a couple of tables away. She’d brought a girl over to watch her.

She was very pretty, with glossy, straight brown hair that poured over narrow shoulders covered in freckles. Her eyes were the kind of bright blue that would look crystalline in sunlight, and she had painted her lips an eye-catching coral color that complimented her pale skin beautifully. She hadn’t spotted them, yet, though, and they hadn’t introduced themselves. As soon as she had sat down, Sevika dealt for the next round, and they knew better than to interrupt her.

Every so often, they would take a sip of the cocktail they had been nursing and see look across the room to see how things were going. The hand of the player with his back to them wasn’t very good, but he had plenty of coins still stacked in front of him. Their attention was drawn away from him and to the girl. She was leaning against Sevika’s right arm, and her hands weren’t visible. They assumed she’d placed it on the other woman’s thigh or something similar. Sevika’s lips were pursed into a thin line, and she was shrugging her right shoulder. The girl smiled and leaned in to say something to her, but her lips remained in that stubborn line.

One of the other players spoke up, but Quill couldn’t make out the words. Whatever it was, it had been funny to everyone but Sevika. They looked back down at the chart on their paper and continued filling out the boxes.

When a sharp whistle cut through the air, their head snapped up just like everyone else’s had. They realized with a start that she was pointing to them with her left hand, cards still grasped in her right one.

“You. Come here,” she said.

They stood with their drink and shut the small book in their hand with their pen tucked between the pages they were using. They made their way between other tables, ignoring how they were being watched. They had been seen out in public with her plenty of times, especially here. They stood on her left side so they wouldn’t crowd in the girl who had now sat up. She seemed as confused as they were.

“Sit down,” she said. She patted her leg with her left hand.

They obeyed, straddling her thigh and tucking their book into a pocket. They looked around the table and waved at the familiar people they spotted. They received a couple of friendly smiles and some more snickering, but they didn’t mind.

The game had resumed, and they had split their focus between watching, keeping her glass topped up with the contents of a bottle beside it, sparking up for her when she asked, and thinking through the contents of the letters they would be writing later on. The time passed quickly, and they found themselves relaxing into a comfortably occupied silence. The chatter around the table didn’t draw their attention as much as the girl did. She wasn’t leaning against Sevika as she had been. Instead, she was perched awkwardly on her stool, hands folded in her lap as she watched the game and watched them.

At one point, they had accidentally made eye contact with her and waved. They knew better than to speak in the middle of things, but they could at least acknowledge her. She had wrinkled her nose and looked at Sevika, who was in the middle of choosing the card she would lay down and didn’t have eyes for either of them.

Quill had leaned forward again to top off her glass and hand it to her. After taking her sip, Sevika had put her left arm around their belly and kept it there. They wanted to smile, but they didn’t. They had to at least pretend like they didn’t know what was going on.

When she had won the third round, a couple of players had gotten up. Some to get drinks, some to head out. Quill had said goodbye to the ones who addressed them, then topped off her glass again out of habit. If she didn’t drink it, they’d have a sip or two.

Sevika tapped the table with her right hand and closed the cards she had fanned in her hand into a small stack. Quill leaned forward and gathered her wins into the pouch she used for them, then scooted further forward to gather up all the cards. They were sorting them by suit when she spoke.

“This is how you behave when I’m busy, alright?”

Quill felt a grin tugging at their lips as pure pride burst in them. They had nothing against the girl. Nothing at all. They would have loved to talk with her, but this hadn’t been the time. They tucked the cards into their leather case and snapped it shut, then set both down directly in front of her.

The girl had pouted, big blue eyes darting between the two of them. “Well, are you busy now?”

Sevika put her right hand on Quill’s thigh. Her left one was still resting on their stomach. “I’m about to be.” The implication was obvious. Had she learned her lesson? Would she ‘behave’ and act as Sevika preferred?

Apparently not. She huffed and got up, going back to the bar.

Quill had craned their neck to watch her go, unsure if they should apologize or something. They were still fighting a smile. They were terribly pleased with themself for getting shown off like this, especially to someone so lovely. Maybe they would see her again under better circumstances.

Sevika heaved a sigh and picked up the glass they had been refilling for her with her left hand. The hand on their thigh slid up. “What were you working on?” she asked.

“Nothing too important,” they said. “Planning for some letters. Not messages.” They knew to speak vaguely in public. “Will you be playing more? I can go back to sitting over there.” They nodded to the enclave. There were a couple of people there, but they could find room in the corner of it.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” She patted their leg, and they stood up. She gave them a cocky smirk when they turned to her and took another sip. “What did you think of her?”

They shrugged, still fighting a boastful smile. “I’m not sure. She’s gorgeous. Did you get her name?”

She shook her head, set the glass down and stood. She pulled her cloak off the back of her tall chair. “She said she wanted to watch me play.” She put it on and headed for the door. They followed, falling into step with her once they were outside. “I figured she’d be flirty about it, but she couldn’t take a hint about getting too touchy,” she said.

They laughed a bit. “So you decided to show her not to do that by having me sit in your lap? Isn’t that counterproductive?”

She gave them a sidelong look, and for a moment, all they could think about was how lovely her profile was. “I showed her how she should act if she wants to earn that much contact in public.”

Quill had their hands tucked into their pockets to hide how they were clenching their fists to stop from beaming at her. “I’m always happy to help demonstrate whatever you need.”

She scoffed. “Course you’d say something like that. You’re too much of a sweetheart. Be honest. You’re so proud of yourself right now you’d be skipping if you could.”

Quill broke out into a grin. “That’s right!” They laughed as she rolled her eyes. “What, can you blame me? You like showing off, and I like getting shown off. It just works.”

“Sure, doll, keep telling yourself that,” she said. “Introduce yourself if you see her again. Maybe you two would get along.”

“Sure!” they said. “Want me to bring her to see you if she’s down for it?’

She stopped and grabbed them, yanking them into a kiss that made their head spin. “You read my mind,” she said.

It took a couple of weeks for them to see her again. Her look was distinctive, and they had been interested in seeing if they would indeed get along as Sevika had guessed.

They waited until she was done speaking to the merchant at the covered table in the market to approach her. They had caught her eye and waved, closing the space between them and greeting her with a smile.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you again. Sorry we didn’t get to actually talk the other day.” They put a hand to their chest. “I’m Quill.”

She had looked them over and wrinkled her nose again. “Yeah, I figured. I’ve heard about you.” She didn’t offer her name or hand. She squinted at them, looking somewhere under their face.

Quill folded their hands behind their back. “Is there something wrong?” they asked.

She sniffed and straightened up, assuming a posture they recognized as contemptuous. “I was looking for your collar. Since she’s got you trained like a damn dog.”

Quill’s smile had frozen on their face. Oh. So it was like that? They tilted their head, squeezing their hands together behind their back. “Don’t be mad at me because you wish it was you she walked like a dog. It’s very fun. I’m sorry you didn’t get to experience it for yourself.”

Her freckled cheeks reddened with indignation before she stormed off. How unfortunate. She really was pretty. And it would have been nice to have some kind of brat versus better behaved sub scene with her. Maybe they would ask a different girl for that. They knew of a couple who didn’t instantaneously fold for Sevika. They added the inquiry to their tasks before they would next see her and left the market.

It was a couple of days before Quill could book the time they wanted with one of Margot's girls, and the date itself stood about a week out from then. They were happy to wait. Part of what they loved so much about planned scenes was the anticipation. Knowing precisely what they had to look forward to in a given period of time. Spontaneity had its virtues too, of course, but this was a special treat they were bankrolling themself.

They had since seen the girl from The Last Drop around, including at the bar again. They hadn't approached her, but she had approached Sevika. And been completely iced out. It felt strange to watch someone else get the kind of silent treatment they had received plenty of times over the past three or so years. They recognized what she was feeling. The confusion, the doubt, the hurt, and the frustration. They had to admit, they felt a bit bad for her. It was exhilarating to bask in Sevika’s attention, and to have that ripped away stung. Even still, they didn't intervene or make their presence known at all. They had business with a merchant who would be joining them soon.

They were surprised when Sevika sat down beside them in the enclave instead of joining the game that was assembling at her usual table. She set down a pair of glasses and a dark blue bottle with a raised criss-crossing pattern on both sides of its glass body.

"Heard you were cutting another one of your own deals," she said.

They nodded and looked down at the agreement they had written up, the open notebook with their notes on the initial meeting, spinning their pen around in the hand furthest from her. "I need more wood pulp for paper. I have something big I want to put together for Margot, but it's a while away from being completed. This is just to keep me flush for a couple of months."

She raised a brow as she poured for them both. Their head snapped up as they realized they were probably meant to be the one doing that, but she gave them a shake of her head. She took one of the glasses and set it in front of them. "What did you have in mind for her?"

"I want to make her a guest book that employs invisible ink," they said. They picked up their glass when she did and clicked them together before taking a sip. It burned, but they were used to it by then. "An easy way to keep a complete record of guests but still control who knows what."

Sevika hummed and nodded as she put her glass back down. "The kind that shows up under special lights?"

Quill kept spinning their pen and turned the page in their notebook. "That's one option, but I was looking into something activated by heat or another substance."

"That'll be really useful. Ink you have to burn the paper to read." Sevika chuckled at her own quip and took another sip.

Quill smiled at their messy scrawl and knocked their boot against hers under the table. "It's not like that. I will have to make the paper more fireproof, but not completely." They looked up and scanned the bar. The merchant wasn't here just yet. "Either way, it's a work in progress right now. I'm not pitching it to her until I have a method that works."

"Good. She'll like the idea if you can manage it. She's always looking for more leverage," Sevika said. Then put her right hand on their thigh and leaned in closer. "What else have you got going on tonight?" Her tone was no longer businesslike. It was smooth, low, and enticing.

Quill’s pen clattered onto the table, thankfully inaudible to the rest of the room with all the conversations taking place and music being played. They swallowed hard against the sudden dryness of their mouth and turned to look at her. Her gray eyes were boring into theirs, her dark lips starting to curl as their face flushed. "This was it. I'm on schedule with everything else. I was hoping to take some kind of break tonight."

Her smirk broadened into a downright devilish smile, and she gave them a couple of pats on their thigh. "Good. I'll be coming by later. I've got something for you."

They couldn't help the giddy feeling that started to spread through them. Like a hive of bees waking and racing from their heart to their extremities. Their eyes flicked down to her lips and back up, their nose almost brushing hers. "I'll go right home after this."

She brought her hand up to cup them underneath their soft chin, squishing the coiling hair there. "That's my good girl." She pressed her lips to theirs in a firm kiss.

Quill felt two dueling impulses at once. The sensation of her lips against theirs, the firm pressure of her large, calloused, warm hand moving to their throat was undeniably erotic. It made them squeeze their thighs together under the table and fold their hands in their lap so they weren’t sitting there just clenching their fists in front of everyone. At the same time, they felt a jolt of fearful excitement. This little enclave wasn't hidden, by any means. It offered the illusion of privacy. Everyone could see them, and she hadn't kissed them in full view of The Last Drop in ages. Was this to show up the girl? Why would she even bother to do that if she didn't know her? What Sevika had said was clearly possessive as well. Was there something they were meant to read into that as well? They'd been present when she gave other girls of hers praise and attention.

Their mind raced even as she pulled back and let them go.

"Or maybe I should call you a good dog instead. That seems to what everyone thinks." She picked up her glass again and took a long sip from it. They watched her jaw work as she rolled the liquid around in her mouth before she swallowed.

Then their ears seemed to catch up with the rest of them, and they shrugged. "You can call me whatever you want. Your opinion is the only one that matters."

She chuckled. "I know." She drained her glass then refilled it and got up without taking it with her. "Offer this to them. It's good manners," she said. "I'll see you later." She headed up the stairs, past the DJ and toward the office at the very top of the building.

Quill returned their focus to the reason they were here and silently pleaded with the hive of excitement buzzing inside of them to be calm enough that they would be able to get this right. They picked up their pen again, feeling a faint tremble in their hands. They could still feel the ghost of her fingers around the sides of their neck. They weren't so small that she could close them, no, but she didn't need to in order to make them feel overpowered. It was blissful. They scanned the room again and spotted the merchant stepping through the door. He was accompanied by someone else they hadn't met before, and the hive quieted down at once. They had to focus and play this carefully.

They hadn't been sure if she would already be there when they arrived home. It only increased the restless excitement that quickened their steps and kept their focus on the horizon as they wove through the crowded streets of the Lanes. They did feel a bit of relief when they arrived at their newly expanded workshop, a suite of oddly-shaped and somewhat cramped rooms that allowed them to finally organize their projects and stay close to them at the same time, and found that they were alone. They jumped at the chance to freshen up. Their coat and mobile setup went in their spots, just like their boots and clothes. Always in the same place.

They kicked the pipe near the old tub in the room furthest in the back as they turned the knobs and hoped the water would be at least warm today, humming a little nonsense melody just to give their energy somewhere to go in the meantime. As the tub was filled, they picked through their few items of clothing and decided on a black slip dress they had traded for a few weeks earlier. From what they could recall, they hadn't worn it for Sevika yet. If she had something for them, this might be the time. It fit a little bit snug around their stomach, but it didn't look bad.

They had kept an ear out the entire time they were scouring their skin, rubbing oil into it, then raking a comb with water and a fragrant conditioner through their hair and beard. They had pulled on the slip and paced between the small rooms, coiling locks of their hair around their fingers to define their pattern more clearly. When they had heard footsteps approaching outside the front door, they had rushed to check themself in the pane of metal beside one of their typewriters and fussed over their hair for a second then sat before it opened. They could appear busy. What were they looking at? An empty stretch of wood. They had put everything away before they left, shit.

Sevika shut the door behind her and pulled off her cloak, hanging it on a hook beside the door as they got back up. She paused and looked them over slowly, appraising them with visibly increasing interest. "What's this for?" She closed the space between them and ran her right hand down their side to rest on their hip. Her thumb slowly rubbed the soft fabric. Her left hand came up, a clawed metal finger flicking one of the curls hanging down to their shoulder.

Quill smiled and placed a hand on her bicep, the other going to her waist so they could feel her warm, smooth skin under their ink-stained fingertips. "I can't just look nice because I want to?" A giggle tumbled out of them at the skeptical look she gave them. "I'm in a good mood. The deal went well, and I'm proud of myself for it."

"I was planning to ask about that. Good," she said. Then bowed her head slightly to kiss them. It was brief yet intense, her grip on their hip tightening when they slid their hand to her lower back. When she broke it, her left arm let out a hiss and a puff of violet vapor. "Get me a drink. I'll be on the couch." She let them go and watched them grin and shuffle off to a cabinet nearby. She ducked through the rooms where they worked to a somewhat larger one with a few large, thick mats on the floor in the corner, a low overstuffed couch, and a couple of tables along with some shelves. They had a record player on a small wooden table by the couch and some sleeves filled with vinyl underneath it. They were slowly but steadily building up a collection of books unrelated to their work. She gave them a brief glance but headed right for the couch. There was a heavy weight in the pouch on her hip, and she was tempted to dig through it for her cigarette case. She ignored that impulse for now and dropped down onto the couch with a groan. Her back was sore, as was her neck, but those were ever-present aches that she knew how to tune out.

She could hear their voice through the cracked stone wall. Melodious and bright, carrying notes with an effortlessness that sounded out of place. Music was not as common down here as it should be. They'd managed to have not one but two working record players to their name and still sang as easily as they breathed. She'd never fess up to how often she stopped by without telling them while she knew they were busy just to hear them belting, full-throttle in the middle of their work.

They walked in with a glass filled with amber liquid and a tall bottle in their hands. They handed her the glass and set the bottle down beside the record player. They were doing a terrible job at not beaming as they looked down at her spread out on their couch.

"Don't sit just yet," she said. She took a sip and watched them fold their hands behind their back and start to sway on their feet. They were always in motion, perpetually occupied by something that made their eyes scan like they had a book hovering in front of them when she didn't make direct demands. She set the glass down and reached across to her left hip. "You remember the belt I wore when Fuschia presented you to me?" she asked.

Their eyes locked onto her again, and they nodded. "It's beautifully made." Their brows shot up in an expression of delight when she pulled it out, rolled up small to be stored in the pouch. "Oh! Are we going to see her soon? Is it separate from the time I booked?"

She shook her head, watching them take the belt in their hands and roll out the long, thick strip of leather. "I had the time you booked in mind. You'll see what I mean, just put this on me first." She picked up her glass again, eyes following them as they got down on their knees between her spread legs. She took a slow, languid sip and shifted forward just enough for them to loop their arms around her waist and secure the belt around the low waistband of her brown pants. They pulled everything snug, smiling the whole way. Their hands lingered once it was secure, their fingers splayed open to frame the buckle.

It was brass, like her left lapel, and the large, blocky letters of it spelled out a single word. Sadist.

They looked up at her from their place between her legs and asked, "May I?"

She wasn't sure exactly what they had in mind, but she was sure she would like it, so she nodded as she took a final sip and put the glass aside again. She rested her arms on the back of the couch as they bowed forward and pressed a reverent kiss to the buckle. She let out a sigh and put her right hand on their head, stroking the shiny coils. "That right there is why you're getting this." She pulled out an object of similar size from the pouch with her left hand and gave their scalp a little scratch. "Get back up, doll."

They hummed and pressed both their hands against her thighs to stand. Again, their hands lingered. They were always hesitant to stop touching her when they were given the chance. This time, when she handed them a belt, their expression froze into one of shock. The length of it was made of the same thick, buttery, dark brown leather as hers. The buckle was also a shiny, reflective brass with a heavy weight to it. It also spelled out one word in big, blocky letters.

Bitch.

Maybe someone else would have taken it as an insult. They were so overjoyed by the sight of it they almost bounced on their feet. They clutched it to their chest, loving the weight of it in their hands and the cold sensation of the metal against their skin. "I get to keep this?"

Sevika scoffed and held her right hand out. "You don't want it?"

They took a step back, turning their whole body away from her as they gripped it tighter and gave her what amounted to a half-hearted glare at best. "Of course I want it!" They looked down on it, smoothing a finger over the line of the letter "I" with a dreamy smile. "It's lovely."

She beckoned them back with her right hand. "Course you'd think so. Now hold still and let me put it on you." She took it once they were back within reach. The strap was longer than hers, and it struck the floor with a soft sound as she unfurled it between their feet. She wrapped her arms around them, sliding the belt between her flesh and metal fingers slowly, showing the same care they had with her. She smirked when they shuddered from her claws dragging along their side and didn't shrug their hands off her when they leaned forward to rest them on her shoulders. She ran the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled it snug. Not too tight, but enough that it shouldn't slide down the length of the slip they wore.

She held onto their sides once it was securely in place, and she felt the hands on her shoulders tighten a bit. She leaned further forward. Not to kiss the buckle. She pressed her lips to their rounded stomach instead, then leaned all the way back against the couch. It forced them to stumble forward and put their knee against the edge of the couch between her open thighs. She chuckled at how they wobbled for a moment and hooked her fingers into the side of the belt to tug on it the way they often did to her.

"What are you doing still up there? Sit down, bitch."

They burst into a flurry of giggles and fully climbed into her lap, settling their full weight on her. They hadn't been shy about it at that point. Not after getting tossed around by her for three years. They rocked forward when they felt her grab them by the ass with her right hand, hiking up the slip with her left. They wrapped their arm around the back of her neck and stroked her cheek with their hand. They pressed their body flush against hers, feeling anchored by the solid wall of her, the grip she had on them, and now the pressure of the belt around their waist. "Thank you," they said.

The look in her gray eyes was soft, and her shoulders had dropped as they leaned against her. "You wanna thank me? Let me check how good this thing is for leverage," she murmured. She dug her fingertips into the soft flesh of their ass and chuckled at how it made them whimper. The next sounds they made were muffled by her lips against theirs.

#my writing #mine #oc x canon #quill #longfic #oneshot #bonus scene #sevika #sevika arcane #again #not gonna fill the tags up #because this is so damn niche #but i'm still proud of it so #hi sevika nation i am making stuff #it's just for me and my dick and like two friends of mine lmao #sevika x oc

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sevikaslatinawife · 19 days ago

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Hii! I love your writing :)

I wanted to ask, can you write something about Sevika putting on a bit of weight in a happy relationship? Like a small reverse of scenario people usually write for reader?

It's okay if you don't want to

Yes, yes I can. :’) Also @amortentia05 bc you had asked for one as well! Thank you for requesting and enjoying my writing, love! 🥹

Pinch of Love

Warnings: fucking fluff fluff fluff

“What the —“ Sevika grumbles as she looks down at her stomach.

For the first time in all her life, she can see the softness her body has taken. Nothing too noticeable if someone were to look at her with nothing to compare to, but she can tell.

Her abs are much less defined, sides and thighs soft and face slightly fuller.

“I’m getting fat!” She had told you one evening while you got ready for bed.

You had blinked and looked at her naked form — because yes, she sleeps in the nude. You furrow your brows and shake your head, finding nothing wrong in the curves she’s gained since your relationship began.

“You look fine,” You tell her, stepping up to cup her cheek.

“You’re just saying that,” She huffs but still nuzzles into your palm.

“You look beautiful,” you insist, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“My abs are gone,” she complains after you pull back.

“I can see them fine.”

“They’re not as defined.”

“You’re eating, that’s not a bad thing,” you giggle, bringing your other hand up to cup her other cheek. “You barely ate at all before we met.”

“So it’s your fault,” She grumbles but there’s no malice behind it. In fact, her eyes are practically sparkling as she looks at you, a barely-there smile tugging on her lips.

“It is, I take complete blame,” You laugh, pressing your thumbs into the apples of her cheeks. “I am so very sorry for making you so happy.”

“That’s awfully confident of you.”

“But you didn’t say I was wrong,” You muse, a playful smirk at the corner of your lips.

She narrows her eyes at you. “You aren’t wrong. You do make me…happy,” she almost whispers.

You smile at the words, knowing how hard it was for her to admit it when you first began seeing each other. How long it took her to find out why she was drawn to you in such an inexplicable way.

“You make me happy, too,” You assure, hands going to wrap around her waist. Hers wrap around your shoulders and bring you closer to her. You hum at the heat of her body and the newfound softness of her body.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” She teases, squeezing you tighter.

“Mm, I am. You’re very comfortable.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she kisses the top of your head. “And that I love you so much.”

You smile and look up at her, kissing her bare collarbone. “I love you, too.”

#sevika headcanon #sevika arcane #sevika #sevika x y/n #arcane #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevikaslatinawife #sevika fluff #sevika comfort #sevika my love #sevika my wife #sevika x f!reader

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sevikaslatinawife · 1 month ago

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Soft Sevika Headcannons

Saw someone post they wanted more fluff for Sevika. Here’s my addition because I also believe we need more Sevika fluff.

NOTE: It has been brought to my attention that I added Sevika as “blushing”, and that it would not be visible on her skin tone. I will do better on this next time when writing.

ᡣ𐭩 — Forehead kisses.

Won’t ever admit to it but whenever you two are cuddling and you kiss her forehead, she melts. She just grunts and buries her face in your chest or anywhere where you won’t notice her blush.

You notice because even her ears get pink-tinted, but you never say anything. You just kiss the top of her head instead, liking the smell of her hair. This just receives another grunt for her and – maybe you were dreaming – feeling her lips quirk into a soft smile against your skin.

ᡣ𐭩 — Cuddling/Hugging.

She isn’t used to being held, not even something she grew up with, so the first time you hugged her, she felt light. She hugged you back and leaned her chin on your head while she held you. That is, after the initial shock of what was happening wore off.

She felt like she was vibrating and you pointed it out.

“You’re shaking,” you had said in a soft, concerned voice. She simple said, “I'm cold,” which you both knew was a lie. So you just smiled and hugged her tighter.

Whenever you two found yourselves with enough space, mostly a couch – specifically in Silco’s office – she would hug you close and bury her face in your hair or the crook of your neck.

She just takes calming breaths of your scent at your pulse point. She doesn’t think you’re real or with her, so smelling the heat of your skin and the ways it smells distinct, it calms her down.

ᡣ𐭩 — Having her hair played with.

Sevika was kind of taken aback the first time you touched her hair. Not because she didn’t like it, but with the softness that you did it with.

Now, she would lay on your lap and happily close her eyes while you played with her hair. When she had it longer, you’d take the ponytail off and run your fingers through the strands.

But now, she liked how you would rub the shaved part of her haircut with your fingertips. How you push the strands back to get a glimpse of her face because they couldn’t be tucked behind her ears as easily.

ᡣ𐭩 — Praises/Compliments.

The first time you told her she did a good job, was after she was grumbling about making being scolded by Silco – not an error she commited, but being told not to “Dissapoint him again.”

She looked at you like you were stupid but it made her heart race that you would think that of her. You could see the way her eyes shone, how glassy they looked when you said it.

So you kissed her cheek and told her again. “You did a good job, my love. Don't worry, you were wonderful.” You felt how she leaned into you when you cupped her cheek but only slightly. As if she didn't really believe the words you were telling her, like she was on edge you were just trying to soothe her and not really meaning to praise her. “You did do a good job,” You reassure. “You're my strong, wonderful girl.”

And maybe she melted and leaned her face into your hands while pulling you closer. You made sure to always praise her when you had the chance from then on.

ᡣ𐭩 — Your smell. [Curly Girl Edition.]

If you have curly hair and use products that smell a specific way, she buries her nose in your hair or neck where the smell clings to. Since it’s where your curls would brush against your skin and would leave it smelling the strongest.

Once you even caught her clicking the bottle of cream and sniffing it, frowning because it just wasn't the same. It smelt similar to you, but it smelt better on you, on your skin.

You didn't say anything, though, because you knew she'd never admit it, even after being caught.

Wanted it to be longer but couldn't come up with more :'( Please lmk what you think, if you'd like more and any headcannons you'd want me to add!

#sevika arcane #sevika headcanon #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #sevika x reader #arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika hc #sevika x female reader #sevika lol #sevika my love #sevika comfort #sevika fluff #my lovely wife sevika #sevika league of legends #sevikaslatinawife

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sevikaslatinawife · 28 days ago

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ME NEXT ME NEXT ME NEXT

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ contains: nsfw content (minors + ageless blogs dni), reader receiving strap, dirty talk, breeding kink, sevika being a taunting little shit, degradation (including the name "slut"), reader thinking they're straight and sevika taunting them about it, face smacking, daddy kink, slight painplay, reader's body is referred to with the terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt," not proofread

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ divider by: @/anitalenia

imagine: you've gone most of your life thinking you're straight, always having pointedly ignored any telltale signs of your desire for women. lingering gazes, feelings just teetering on the edge of affection, moments of curiosity -- you've always swept it under the rug, opting for what you thought would be easier, albeit less fulfilling, relationships with men.

now, imagine how it'd be if sevika was the first woman to ever fuck you.

she'd be pure arrogance, riding on the fact that she was the person you just couldn't resist giving into, the woman you just finally had break out of your willful ignorance for in order to have, even for just one night. she'd be pulling out all her best moves, determined to turn you into utter putty from her touch.

at this point, your thoughts are a hazy blur of pleasure, aches and clenches. you can't even recall which touches came first or last, which way gave attention to your clit first, how many fingers she had in you moments before now. because your mind is just a malleable, softened and exhausted lump of sensations, incoherent little noises bubbling up your throat as sevika's longer fingers wrap around your wrists and keep you pinned down, her dildo spreading you out with every dive it takes into your hole, the stinging stretch mixing with an undeniable fullness that tickles at your g-spot and sends you into an raging amount of satisfaction.

saliva drips onto your chin, warm and slippery, as her voice rasps against your skin, "you like getting dicked down by a woman, huh? this pussy hasn't been treated right by your boy toys?"

"no, no, daddy," you babble, your mind too frazzled to even resist giving into her stroke of her ego. "wasn't good, wasn't good, no one felt as good as you."

"yeah, I can tell," she grunts, her mouth twisted into a downright evil grin, the split between her teeth clear as day. "practically panting and moaning like a porn star over this dick."

you gasp at her words, your arms wrapping around her broad frame, palms spreading over her hot, sweat-dampened skin, relishing in the feeling of the hard muscle that rolls and flexes beneath. when she smacks her hips against yours extra hard, her cock sinking deep into your cunt, the fit so snug and tight that you can feel the burn of her burrowing in you, you keen loudly, your nails digging into her back.

you nearly apologize until she chuckles against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "got some heat in you, don't you? go on, leave your marks. wanna look back on them and remember the little slut who practically folded in two seconds."

"f-fuck off," you cry out, your neck hanging back when her hand snakes down, thick thumb rubbing careful circles around your clit, making it stiffen and pulse in complete lust.

"'fuck off, daddy,'" she mimics, the mocking words littered with grunts of effort from her. "easier to believe if it wasn't for this pussy getting so tight on my dick." she lightly smacks her hand against your cheek, grabbing your jaw and shaking it around. "gonna cream this dick, baby? have my come shoved so deep in you that you can never fuck another guy without wishing I was buried in you?"

your mouth drops in a silent cry, writhing against her. god, the mere fucking thought of her creaming your cunt, sending load after load into your hole until it's oozing out, has you losing your fucking mind.

"yeah, you like that, don't you? if this dick was real, I'd be leaving you nice and pregnant, babygirl -- such a cute little thing, getting so--" she thrusts harder, "fucking--" and harder, "hard--" and harder, "to thrust into."

you sob, wrapping your legs around her, wanting to cling to her, to this moment, for as long as possible. "yes, yes, fuck, wanna be claimed so badly."

"you better know what you're asking for," she mutters against your jaw, pressing sloppy, slick kisses all over it. "because I'm gonna give you a lot more than what you're bargaining for."

through your moans, you giggle, "that cocky?"

her smile broadens, grey eyes flashing at the challenge. "no. just that certain."

#sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane x you #arcane x reader #sevika headcanon #sevika x female reader #sevikaslatinawife

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sevikaslatinawife · 1 month ago

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First Taste

Warnings: switch!Sevika (sort of?), switch!reader, fingering r!receiving and Sevika!receiving, oral Sevika!receiving, slight overstimulation, afab!reader, praising, light choking (very quickly), happy trail/bush Sevika obv

Sevika who’s used to her partners just wanting and taking but her never receiving.

Sevika who’s genuinely surprised when you voice your absolute need to taste her cunt.

“Why, baby?” She teases while two of her fingers curl inside of you. “Why do you want to taste me that badly, hm?”

“Because you’re gorgeous…” You manage to moan out while meeting her fingers inside of you. “…a-and I want to see if you taste just as gorgeous.”

It takes a big of begging for her to give in and lay back, sucking on the fingers that are drenched in your slick. You blush at the sight and settle between her thighs, spreading her open and grazing your fingers over the wet patch of her underwear.

Sevika gasps in surprise, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she tries not to buck her hips up to meet your hand.

“Baby, m’not gonna break,” she voices but it’s strained.

“Just let me,” You lean up to kiss her stomach, feeling the fluttering muscle beneath your mouth. Your fingers tease the wetness of her underwear and you can feel her slowly, and timidly, let herself rock against your touch. “See? You look so pretty like this.”

You’re not surprised to see her flushed skin, but you are surprised at seeing how vulnerable her eyes look. A little pleading and it makes your cunt twitch at the sight.

You’ve never done this before, take a little charge. You’ve given head before but something about Sevika looking so soft while you want to pleasure her makes you want more.

Makes you understand why she likes you beneath her like this.

“You look so cute,” The words bubble past your lips before you can stop them.

You gasp when her right hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck enough to constrict your breathing only slightly. “Don’t get too comfortable, princess,” Her thumb rubs your pulse point. “Remember who’s in charge here.”

“Okay,” is your soft, meek reply.

She hums and lets you go, lifting her hips for you when you start to tug on her underwear. You settle between her thighs, kissing the happy trail from her navel all the way to the coarse, dark curls of her bush.

You press a kiss there, too, inhaling her musk. You groan at the scent, lips still buried in her bush as your eyes almost cross.

“Christ, princess,” Sevika breathes, up on her elbows to look down at you properly.

“What?” You ask as you kiss her inner thighs, feeling the muscle just beneath the surface of her skin. Your lips suckle on random patches of skin, eyes on her before they drop to her neglected cunt.

She’s wetter now, dribbling down her cunt, clit twitching and hard for attention. The sight makes you grind down on the bed, giving her other thigh the same treatment of kisses and sucks.

“Princess,” There’s an edge to her voice, like she’s holding something back. Your eyes meet hers while your lips ghost her clit.

“Yes, love?” You breathe against her and she reaches between her thighs to grab your hair.

“Stop with the teasing, fuck,” She grunts.

“Say please,” You tease, pressing your puckered lips against her clit.

“Don’t push it,” she grits but her hole still twitches in response.

You pout, hands on her thighs. You know it wasn’t going to be easy but you also just wanted to taste her. Having her cunt so close and teasing her was becoming unbearable.

So you don’t push, you stick your tongue out and give her cunt a slow, hard lick.

She groans, head falling back between her shoulders, mechanical elbow holding her up. Her hand in your hair loosens after you give her a second lick, groaning against her cunt.

“Fuck, you taste good,” You mumble before using your thumbs to spread her cunt open. You point your tongue and trail her folds, feeling the smoothness of them due to how wet she is.

Sevika groans again, looking down at you while you map out the dips of her cunt with your tongue. Your eyes are already looking at her when she does, so her hole clenches at the sight of your eyes on her.

“Princess, don't...” She whimpers when you brush her clit with your tongue. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.

“Mm, don't what?” You say before you continue to give her cunt strokes of your tongue. From her twitching, dribbling hole to her hard, throbbing clit.

She doesn't reply, just moans and guides your mouth to her clit. You know what she wants but you let her grind against your unmoving lips.

“Don't tease,” She whimpers again and fuck, it's such a pretty sound. It makes your own clit twitch, slickening you further than you already were. “My clit, baby.”

You oblige, sucking her clit into your mouth, burying your nose into her bush. She moans and lets her body fall back against the pillow, her breasts shifting beautifully at the movement.

Your tongue rubs her clit in circles, spit already gathering at the corners of your mouth and her slick smearing your chin. You hum as you lick her arousal, feeling her hole flutter when you tease your tongue against her leaking entrance.

“Fuck, Sev,” You moan, one hand shifting to slowly sink your middle finger into her. She’s so wet, so open that it slips into her without a problem. “You’re so wet, love.”

Her hands are gripping the bedsheets, body rocking against your mouth and fingers. She’s only really gotten to be ate out when she was younger, so long ago, that she had forgotten how good it felt.

She didn’t even notice how wet she was, how much she needed this. She wonders how long she had pushed the feeling down.

You see that she’s gotten quiet and you slowly sink in your ring finger into her. “Taking my fingers so easily,” You tease as you nip her inner thigh.

Sevika wants to snap, wants to tell you to watch your tone but she can’t. She’s too busy moaning as curl your fingers into her and go back to sucking her clit.

Sevika’s right hand finds your hair, tangling in the strands as she grinds her clit on your tongue. You hum, flattening your tongue for her to use as you add a third finger into her.

She gasp, thighs snapping closed around your face but one of your hands held one open, allowing you room to keep going.

“Too much? Can’t handle three fingers?” You curl your fingers into her. Despite trying to talk, her hips are still pushing into your mouth.

“No, fuck, feels so good,” She moans, hips pushing into your face as you go back to sucking on her clit. “Shit, don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.”

You hum around her clit, making her gasp at the vibrations that prickle her spine. Her cunt is greedily, readily sucking in your fingers. Your nose is buried in her bush as you suck her clit, inhaling her musk and feeling the quivering of her stomach.

It’s intoxicating. Her taste, her wetness, her smell.

It has your own cunt sopping wet. You grind into the mattress, trying to relief some of the tension on your clit. It makes you moan into her, the slight relief. Enough to distract you.

Your moaning against Sevika causes her to whine, hips still circling on your face more eagerly.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Her voice is strained, like a choked plea. “Keep going, keep going,” she urges in a needy tone.

You weren’t planning on stopping anyways, but her pleas just fuel your desire for her release.

Your fingers curl with purpose, muscles tight as you find her spot. You know you did because she lets out a broken moan once you do, hips bucking.

Your eyes never leave her face. You can’t see her eyes because her head is tilted back as eager moans and groans escape her dark lips.

“I’m —“ she can’t finish her sentence before her left hand is stretching out to tangle in your hair. Both hands tugging as she pulls you closer, as she moans loudly and comes.

Her cunt pulses around your fingers, her clit twitching in your mouth. You hum as you ride out her high, giving her cunt deep, slow strokes.

Sevika takes a sharp inhale when her orgasm washes over her completely, thighs locking and trying to close. You pull your fingers from her cunt, hand moving to push her other thigh open.

“Not done,” you grit before delving your tongue into her. You moan at the taste of her, at how she squeaks and whimpers.

Your nose is pressed against her clit as it twitches in protest to being touched right now. You swallow her need, licking her clean but ignoring her clit, not wanting to overwhelm her too much.

She’s so pliant that she doesn’t fight the grip of her thighs, of how you spread her. If she wanted to, you’d already be pushed away by her strength.

“Princess,” she whimpers when you eventually return to her clit.

You pull back after brushing your bottom lip against her sensitive clit. In turn, you receive a soft shake of Sevika’s thighs and a whimper.

“Taste so good,” You move over her to peck her lips and her cheek. She grips your waist as her body calms down, resting her forehead on your shoulder.

“Fuck, baby,” She breathes after a minute, kissing the crook of your neck. “Mm, we should’ve done that earlier.”

You giggle and run a hand through her hair. “I agree.”

@sevsbunny

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sevikaslatinawife · 26 days ago

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can you write a little smthsmth like what it would be like to ride sevika’a abs if u havent alrdy… 👉🏼👈🏼 im so obsessed w the fact shes so jacked hrnrrgrbrng

Yes, yes I can bc im also obsessed with that. 🥹 Ps I’ve seen @baambied do a version (cowboy Sev). It was godly so here’s my spin on ab riding. P.P.S - I am so sorry this took so long to get out. I had a test I needed to study for and I couldn't go down this rabbit hole yet aajahakshj.

Eagerness

Warnings: afab!reader, female!reader, service top!sevika, light degradation, needy reader, light dom/sub (maybe?), bush Sevika ofc, lube usage (idk if that’s a valid warning but yk), praising, very quick spanking

Your girlfriend just had to look so good out of the shower, drying her hair while her body was still damp. You follow a few drops down her toned abdomen, watching some sink into the trimmed bush she’s sporting.

It’s sinful. Pure fucking sinful, and part of you thinks she might be doing it on purpose.

“What’s gotcha staring, angel?” Her voice pulls you from your thoughts as your eyes snap to her face.

She’s smirking, drying her hair as she watches you. Due to her shower, her mechanical arm is off and lying at the foot of the bed.

“I-I wasn’t staring,” you try to cover but your stutter doesn’t help your case.

“Oh, please,” She spreads her thighs to dry her inner thighs and bush, eyes still on you. At the way your eyes drop to her movement of her drying herself. “You’re an awful liar, angel.”

“Shut up,” you grumble and force yourself to look away from your girlfriend. You turn to walk to the bed, plopping down at the edge of it.

Sevika chuckles and dries her chest off, draping the towel over the shower rod as she clicks the bathroom light off.

She walks over to you and crouches between your thighs, her hand squeezing your knee.

“Like what you see?” She teases, reaching up to tilt your head toward her when you try to look away. “No, angel, tell me.”

“You look good,” you begrudgingly reply. “I was just admiring my girlfriend,” you say simply.

“Admiring, huh?” She tilts your head back as she stands to her full height. Your neck all the way back to look up at her. “Is it my turn to do the same?”

You blush. “What —“ You don’t finish your question because her mouth is on yours before you can.

You groan and kiss back, one hand cupping her face while the other slides your body further back into the mattress.

She follows you, her hand sliding up the mattress to straddle you. Her mouth on yours, her tongue parting your lips with ease as you whine at the taste of the cigarette she smoked earlier.

“Already whining?” She teased, kissing the corner of your mouth before pressing her mouth into yours again. “So cute.”

You blush at her words, as she pulls back to sit on your hips. Your hands drop to her own, and squeeze them. Your eyes are pleading silently as they roam her face. Her smirking, dark lips, how they part as she does and you’re able to see the gap of her teeth. Her damp hair clinging to her temples and her damp body wetting your cotton shirt and shorts.

“What do you want, huh, angel?” The side of her index finger hooks beneath your chin, thumb rubbing your bottom lip. “What do you need, mm?”

“Please,” You swallow, eyes on her tight abs. “Can I…”

“You want to come on my abs, don’t you?” She teases, licking her lips at the sight of your eyes widening. “Yeah, you do. You go all quiet like this when you get too embarrassed to ask.”

It’s true. Whenever you want to come like that, she never questions and happily lets you. She teases a little bit, but you can’t deny you enjoy her playful taunts.

“Get the lube, angel,” She squeezes your jaw and leans forward to press a sloppy kiss to your lips.

When she lets go of you and shifts from on top of you, you’re sliding off the bed and reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer, as well as the soft rag you always keep in there. You lay them beside Sevika once she’s settled on her back, her eyes raking your body. You blush as you strip slowly, peeling off the layers of your shirt, shorts and, lastly, underwear while glancing at her.

“There ya go,” She coos as you climb on top of her and straddle her hips. Her hand is immediately on your hip, thumbing and squeezing your flesh. “Bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?” She teases as her fingers slip between your folds. You groan at the soft touch and yes, you are wet. “What a needy girl.”

You lean down and kiss her, cupping her face in your hands. She hums and kisses back, squeezing your hip once her hand is back on the spot. You nip her bottom lip and it makes her groan as she leans forward slightly to press your lips together again. You blindly reach over to grab the lube, clicking the bottle open with one hand.

“Go ahead,” Sevika mutters against your mouth. You nod and pull back to squirt a bit of lube on her abdomen. You groan at the sight of them flexing beneath the coolness of the liquid.

You shift forward and align your cunt to where you squirted the lube. You spread your thighs, arching your back as your aching clit finally rubs against her muscles. You moan softly, hands on either side of her head as you grind yourself onto her with fervor.

“That’s it, baby,” She groans, licking her lips at the sight of you so eagerly grinding onto her toned abdomen. “Take what you need, angel.”

Her nails gently scrape your side and make you shiver. You’re flushed in embarrassment as your wet cunt slides against the mix of lubricant and your own arousal against her stomach.

“You just love this, don’t you?” She teases, her hand coming up to cup the back of your neck and kiss you hard. You moan into her mouth as she bites your lower lip, soothing it with her tongue after. “I got you, angel. Fuck, I can feel that little clit, baby.”

“Please, please, please,” You mumble against her mouth, lips parted around hers as you grind into her.

“Shh, baby,” She coos, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. “Just enjoy yourself, angel. Yeah? Relax and feel yourself, fuck. That’s it, baby, nice and slow.”

You whine as your body instinctively listens, as you slow down. You can feel every dip of her abs, how she tightens them. How your clit follows each dip and curve of it, making you ache all the more.

“Vika,” you whine.

“There ya go, baby,” She hums, eyes on your cunt and how it’s smearing your juices mixed in with the lube. Her own cunt is absolutely soaked at the sight, twitching for more of you.

“Fuck,” You curse, leaning down to kiss her. Your hips arch forward, grinding a little harder and making you moan into her mouth.

“That pretty clit feeling good, baby?” She coos, groaning because she can feel your clit and each glide it does.

Her hand drops to the crease of your thigh, pulling your cunt just a tad more open. Sevika moans as more slick is welching against her.

“Fuck, just look at that pretty cunt,” She groans, feeling her own cunt leak in need. “Can’t believe you’re this wet because you’re grinding on my abs. Slutty girl, my slutty girl.”

“Yours,” You moan as your stomach coils, as you circle your hips on her abs.

You straighten your back, arching down onto her stomach. Your thighs ache with the strain. Sevika moans and bucks into you when she feels the pulsing of your hot, hard clit against her.

“Ah!” You yelp in surprise at her buck, but moan soon after, hips continuing to circle on her stomach.

“Take what you need, baby,” She rasps, hand sliding to grip your hip. “Empty that pretty little head and come for me, angel.”

Her words swim in your mind, making you mewl as your stomach coils. Your breathing hitches and catches in your throat.

“Good girl,” She praises as she feels your thighs lock around her sides and hears you moan. Your head is thrown back, thighs forcing their movements as you ride out your high.

It crashes over you and makes your back arch, eyes fluttering closed as your clit twitches from your release.

“That pretty cunt s’tryin’ to suck me in,” She teases at hearing the welching of your cunt on her stomach, the wetness and come you’re smearing. Your cunt is greedily pulsing against her and she can feel it all.

It makes Sevika want to tease you, to keep you grinding long enough for her to come. Oh, fuck, she swears she can come without having to touch herself when you’re like this.

Once you catch your breath, you pant and lean forward to press a trembling kiss to her mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” Sevika husks, kissing you back hungrily. “My poor baby was just so pent-up?” She teases, landing a harsh smack to your rear. It made you gasp and buck into her stomach.

“Vika,” you whine against her mouth. “Felt so good.”

“I know, baby, fuck,” Sevika groans at the lazy figure eights of your hips on her stomach. “Gonna make another mess for me?”

You eagerly nod.

This went on way longer than I anticipated but I loved every second agagshajak. Please lmk what y’all think!

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