#the thought of going on a night drive with Severen and looking down at the city lights? exquisite.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

What You Needed (Severen x Fem!reader)*** fic

Warnings: smut, hard dom/sub themes (dom Severen, sub reader), impact play, degrading (cumdump, slut, fuckdoll), choking/asphyxiation, breeding kink, titles (sir), hair pulling, bondage

Word Count: 2095

Probably the most self-indulgent sub-reader fic I've ever written so hope you guys enjoy :) btw it ends with aftercare because aftercare is important!!!

It had been a hard time at work. A long night. A long day, as your shift had started at noon. You worked in a restaurant, at a diner down the road. You'd worked from noon until midnight, and everything was killing you. Your back, your feet, even your knees. You couldn't wait to get home, to tug off your work clothes that smelled just a little bit too much like the food you'd been around all day.

Tonight had been particularly rough. You swore that the only thing preventing you from stress-crying in the bathroom was the makeup you'd decided to wear on your lids. Yeah, mascara streaks were just a little too much to deal with on top of everything else that had happened that night. So, after you began stuffing your face to make up for the meals you missed that day, Severen wasn't totally surprised by your response to his,

"Anything I can do for you, doll?"

You'd looked up at him, from where he was holding you. You were standing in your kitchen, as you hadn't even bothered to grab a plate. You chewed slowly, knowing exactly what you wanted, what you needed, after a day like today. 

Severen tied your hands above your head with his belt, your back on your bed. You just didn't want to think for awhile, didn't want to be expected to do anything. Not to remember orders or laugh at people's stupid jokes. Not have to run food or roll silverware. You wanted someone else to take control for awhile, and, from the grin on his face, you knew Severen had absolutely no problem taking over.

He was straddling one of your legs, kneeling on the bed. He was only in his flannel, tank, and jeans, and he leaned down so his face was right besides yours. He leaned his weight onto his arms, balancing himself above you as he ran a finger down your lips. His words ghosted your ear as he said,

"Now, you tell me if you need me to stop, alright?" You nodded. "You ready, baby?" He asked, and you gave him another nod. His lips spread out into a devilish grin, his finger trailing down your lips to your chin, until he was wrapping his hand around your throat. "Do I need to repeat myself?" And a bubble of excitement was already floating around in your stomach by the tone of his voice.

"Yes- Yes, sir." You replied, knowing what he wanted. He wanted to hear you say it, and his smile lost its malicious edge. He gave your throat a squeeze, replying,

"There's my polite girl." Before he was pulling his hand from your throat and pulling away almost completely. He sat back, moving to straddle your hips as he looked you over. "So pretty too." He commented, his hands moving to fondle your chest. You were still in your work clothes, and Severens eyes glinted with something you knew meant trouble. "Though, you must be hot in all those clothes." You'd had to bite back a remark, as you were only in your work shirt and pants. You didn't know where he was getting at, but that was barely a thought in your mind before you watched him, without a moment of hesitation, begin to rip your shirt right up the middle. You gasped, watching as he shredded the clothes you hated so much. But you didn't argue. You couldn't find a single cell in your body that truly wanted to. He was ripping it with his bare hands, until it was tattered and open completely down the middle. He looked far too pleased when he saw the material of your bra, and he said, "That's better, ain't it?" And he finished it off by simply reaching under you to undo the clasps before he was pushing the garment up your chest. He teased your nipples, and shimmied down so he could latch onto one of them while he twisted the other. Your back arched, an almost strangled whine leaving your lips. 

Severen was hardly kind during times like these, but that's what you wanted. A gasp left your lips and your eyes closed on instinct when you felt the slap hit your face, but you could barely process it with the harshness of his thrusts. Your legs were hugging his hips, your hands still tied and placed around his shoulders. He was tugging you by your hair, yanking your head back to steal another noise right out of your mouth. Another slap hit your face, and the harsh words were right in your ear as he said,

"Speak up, slut. I can't hear you over all your moaning." His voice was teasing and cruel, but it made the coil inside of you twist tighter and tighter. You tried to get your mouth to move, but your brain was short-circuiting. Severen had moved one of your legs, bent it back to give him a new angle to drive home into. He was brushing that spot inside you with each thrust, his cockhead hitting it so hard that it made you see stars. It made a stream of cries leave your lips, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you moved your wrists. You reached for his hair, to have something to ground you, and you knew the next slap was coming before he even moved his hand. It was a jolt, surprisingly controlled given the nature of the man fucking you to pieces. He knew exactly how hard to hit, exactly how hard he could push you. He rutted against you, fully sheathed inside you and grinding against you in a way that nearly made you twitch from the friction against your clit. He asked, "What, did I fuck you dumb? You forgettin' the rules already? Break the rules and touch me again and I'll just have to finish myself off of your chest." The last words were biting, practically spat in your face. You let out a cry, and you didn't even have to think for the words to fall from your lips.

"Please, please don't. I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good," You begged him to keep going, even as he pulled your hands off from around his shoulders and pinned them back to the bed. He slowly began pulling back his hips, pulling back more and more with each thrust until your cries has the company of the sound of slaps against skin. Severen pulled your leg against his chest, holding it there as he buried himself inside you. The tears were flowing freely from your eyes, your back arching into the new angle. You were so close. You were gasping for air, having forgotten what question he'd even asked you only a minute before. You could barely hear the words he was saying, even as he said them right in your ear,

"You're such a pretty little cumdump for me, huh? My own personal fuckdoll. So, wet and messy for me," He trailed off, licking a stripe up your face to collect the tears that had fallen before he was mouthing at your jaw and neck instead. But the only thing you could think about was the feeling of him inside you, the bursts of pleasure, the growing tightening in your belly. You nearly sobbed when Severen started playing with your clit, hooking his arm around your leg and circling it with his thumb. You felt his grip tighten around your wrists, before it was tightening around your throat instead. His grip was tight, his fingers pressing against the sides of your neck until you tapped your hand against the bed. He loosened his hand, letting you take a gasp of air, before it was his lips that were kissing you breathless. 

The kiss was sloppy and wet, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You tightened your leg around his waist, whining into the kiss as your orgasm drew closer and closer. As if to answer the whine, you felt a harsh slap down below. It made you jump, jolt, but you were moaning and sucking on his lips the next second. Your words were muffled by his lips as you said,

"I'm gonna cum." And Severen barely answered you with a grunt. His hand didn't stop, and neither did his thrusts. The only thing that stopped was the kiss. He pulled away, pressing your leg back against your chest and drilling into you until your eyes rolled back into your head. You came with a cry of his name, your nails digging into the leather of his belt. You clenched around him, making him moan as he pumped himself through it. He pushed you through your orgasm, only neglecting your sensitive clit when you begged him to. He crawled back closer, letting your legs settle around his hips as he went to clamp his mouth over yours in a kiss. His hips moved slowly, barely more than a slow rock of his against yours. He reached up, managing to untie the belt, and your hands instantly went to find skin. You smoothed them over his shoulders, ran them through his hair. It made a small noise slip from his lips and into the kiss, and you gave the strands a soft tug. It made him groan, and he pulled away from the kiss to leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck. His hips picked up pace, spearing you harder and faster until your cries picked up just the same. Severen had dug one of his hands into your hair, the other holding your thigh.

"Beg for me." It was a simple command, but you knew he meant it. You knew exactly what to say, exactly what he needed to hear in order to reach his release.

"Cum inside me, Sev. Please, please, please. I want it so bad, fuck-" You paused and cried after a particularly hard thrust. "I want it so bad, please. Fill me up," His hand moved to cup your throat, holding it as he pushed himself closer and closer. He thrust faster and faster, letting breathy groans fill your ears. His hand travelled down, leaving your throat in favor of your clit. He circled the abused, overstimulated bud as your whines filled his ears. You could barely bite the words out as he made the heat in your stomach flare up, tightened the coil in your stomach all over again. It was too soon, but you revelled in the slight pain. You gripped his hair tight, trying to ground yourself as you pushed the words out. "Fill me up. Make me your little cumdump. Please, Severen, please-" You couldn't see his face, but you could feel the way his hips stuttered. How his pace faltered. 

"Fuck. I'm gonna breed this little cunt. I'm gonna-" He leaned up to kiss you, muffling both of your noises as he pushed you over the edge once again. Your hips bucked against his, your thighs twitching and hands reaching down his back for something to grip onto. As you clenched around him, he came with a grunt of your name. He traded his fast hard thrusts for slow and deep as he milked himself of all he was worth, until he buried himself to the hilt and let himself rest in the crook of your neck for a moment with a sigh.

You wrapped your arms around him, panting as you came down and running your finger-tips over the exposed expanse of his back. Feeling the muscle underneath his skin, until Severen moved to pull himself out and move further down your chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you giggled even if he was crushing your lower half with his weight. He'd placed his ear right over your heart, listening to the steady and racing drum.

It took Severen a moment, but he went to pull away to find something to clean you off. He laid at your side, kissing your cheeks, your neck, and replacing his previous hard slaps with gentle caresses. He found something for you to drink, and laid at your side ready to steal your lips back into a kiss the second you were done. The pair of you laid there for a moment, not quite ready to get up and shower. Tiredness was pulling at your eyes, and Severen kissed you awake the moment you started to drift.

"C'mon." He said, and he moved to help you stand.

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Silver Souvenir

Pair: Severen x Reader

Summary: Severen visits you for the first time in a while and you surprise him with a pair of rings for both of you to wear. Little did you know, he was “allergic” to silver.

Word Count: 1425

    It was 6:32 a.m., and the sun was making its way over the horizon. You were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when you heard a knock at the door. Who would show up to your house at this ungodly hour? A few seconds go by and there was another knock. You huffed and went over to the front door. This had better be important.

    You were greeted with a dark-haired man with a pin-covered leather jacket. Before you could process this familiar face, he shouted “Hey, beautiful!” and tightly embraced you. He spun you around to the side of the doorway and invited himself in. His southern drawl and smoky musk made you one hundred percent confident it was—

    “Severen?” You questioned your assumed acquaintance. His eyes brightened when he heard the name.

    “I knew you’d remember me, baby!” He had that same enthusiasm, too. He paced to the doorway and signaled someone to come in. “Hope you don’t mind me n’ my pals crash here for the day.” Pals? As in there was more than one person with him? The previous times he came to your house, he was alone.

    He said he had been driving all night and was looking for a place to stay. You were intimidated by him but let him in anyway. The stranger slept all day and talked to you during the first couple hours of nighttime. Although, the conversations were more focused on you than him. You didn’t know much about him other than his “family” and their travels. He didn’t have much else to give away other than a couple experiences from his childhood. With each visit you became more attached to him, especially since they were each a month or two apart.

    “Won’t you be so kind as to shut the curtains for me?” Severen asked in a sweet tone. You snapped out of your daze and silently fulfilled his request. As you closed the curtains, you saw four people hop out of an RV. You couldn’t quite make out their appearances through the blankets they were covered in.

    “Uh…” You looked over at Severen with knit brows. “I didn’t know you’d bring guests this time.”

    “Sorry to cause ya trouble this early,” He sympathized. “We just need a place to sleep an’ we’ll be outta your hair same time as always.” Severen was known to be a prick to humans regardless of whether they were food or not. However, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to. You were kind enough to let him in and offer him some food and drinks every now and then. Not only that, but you were interesting to talk to, and through these conversations he learned a lot about you: routine, birthday, beliefs, childhood, hobbies, past relationships, and the people who wronged you. He felt bad he could only share a few details about himself, but he couldn’t give away anything that would lead you to the realization that he wasn’t human.

    You watched as the four new strangers power walked into the house and made their way to your living room. They took off their blankets and you were finally able to get a better look at them. One was an older man with a rust-colored jacket and a Y-shaped scar on his cheek. The woman close to him had puffy, blonde hair and wore chaps over her high-waisted jeans. There was also a moody, dark-haired boy with them, along with a short-haired, blonde with a pink, sleeveless top. They each looked back at you, almost sizing you up. This group was infinitely more intimidating than Severen alone.

    “W-… would any of you like something to eat or drink?” You stuttered, trying to ease the growing tension in the air.

    “We’re fine,” The older man replied in a stern voice. Meanwhile, Severen was already in the kitchen helping himself to the bottle of whiskey you bought a couple weeks ago. It made him even happier knowing you were still thinking about him, waiting for him to come back. He drank straight from the bottle since you never took too much of it. Whiskey was strong for you, but to him it was merely as strong as liquor.

     The group had already settled on the couch and lounge chair, which barely fit all four of them. Severen wandered around the house, bottle in hand, with you close behind. He was the only one in the bunch you were familiar with, the only one you felt safe around. He found it cute that you were accompanying him. You were like a puppy following its favorite person around.

    Ever since you met, he knew you were the most precious lil’ thing he laid eyes on.

    Severen opened a door and found your bedroom. “Mind if I sleep here?” You shook your head. He had slept in your bed one time when he was drunk, but he didn’t bother undressing. This time, however, he set the whiskey on the nightstand and took off his jacket, as well as the red flannel shirt underneath. He turned his head to you and caught you staring. “Like what ya see?” He snickered as you quickly looked away and blushed. He sat at the edge of the bed to take off his spurs and boots. Then, you remembered something.

    “Oh!” You realized. “I almost forgot about these.” You rummage through your nightstand drawer and pulled out a small box. Severen paused and watched you open the box before him. Inside were two rings: one had a black stripe around it, and the other was thinner with a rose gold stripe. His eyes lit up, but anxiety  started settling in when he noticed how pale the metal was than the steel he already wore on his fingers. That was not steel. It was sterling silver.

    “Aww Y/N,” He responded. “You shouldn’t have!” No, seriously. You shouldn’t have. He hoped to God you weren’t going to make him wear it. That was when you offered him the black-striped ring. Dammit. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, since those rings probably cost you a big chunk of money. Not only that, but you got them for you and him. How could he refuse such a gift?

    “I thought you’d like a little souvenir,” You grinned as he hesitantly took the ring. It was hot to the touch. “As a reminder of me while you were gone.” As if that lovestruck cowboy didn’t think about you enough. He wished he could see you more often, or that you could come along with him, but you were too innocent to turn to a life of murder.

    “Yeah?” Severen began as he quickly put the ring on his left ring finger. “Shit, next thing I know you’re gonna propose to me.” That earned a giggle from you, and he couldn’t help but smile at that. Knowing how happy he was making you almost distracted him from burning sensation on his finger. He looked down and saw a faint steam rise from his skin. He had to take this thing off now.

    “C’mere.” He pulled you into a hug and urgently took all the rings off behind your back. “Thanks, baby. That means a lot to me.” He pulled away and set the items down on the nightstand. With an arm around your waist, Severen rolled over on the bed, and now you two were lying next to each other face-to-face. “Daylight’s gettin’ brighter. If I stay up too long, they’re gonna leave without me.” He snickered with the last part.

    You turned over to get up off the bed, but Severen had an unusually strong hold of you. “Hey now, where you goin’?”

    “Well I still need to get ready for the day,” You replied. Though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay with him.

    “C’mon, hun,” He yawned, pulling you closer. “You can put it off for a couple hours.” This was a first-time experience for you, being this close… this intimate with Severen. You might as well enjoy it while you could. You shifted back down on the bed and curled up against him. He lifted his hand to stroke your hair. It was so soft, just like everything else. This was the closest to heaven he was ever going to get, and he wanted to cherish it for as long as he had you. Maybe it could last longer if you lived forever, too.

    One day, Y/N. One day.