I think he would be the type of boyfriend/husband that he would install a small heart shaped hook in your kitchen so you can put your ring on it while you're cooking
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*Slams fist against my mattress* No, you’ve done it. This is it. This the most Johnny Storm thing ever.
And he does it because “You always take it off when you cook, and you leave it on the counter, and I freak out every time because what if it goes down the drain??…so I made you a special spot for it.”
You melt. He’s like an excited puppy when you use it that same day.
He also installs a flame shaped one next to it to leave his ring (seriously, Reed is getting tired of all these ridiculous requests that waste his time and resources) because even though Johnny can’t cook for shit, he likes to feel included.
You come to your kitchen to find him standing by the wall, with both of his hands behind his back and that cheeky smile of his. When you look past him you see both hooks and look at him with narrowed eyes.
“This one’s for my ring,” he says proudly.
“Johnny…you don’t cook,” you say with a soft laugh.
He looks sooo offended. “But if I did cook, I’d need a hook too.”
“…Right,” you say, biting back a smile.
He shrugs, smiling again as he approaches you and corners you against the counter. “Hey, you have your little heart, and I wanted something next to it that matched us. You know? You and me,” he sing-songs, reaching for your left hand to bring your rings together. “For yours and mine.”
You melt…again. Because it’s all you seem to do being married to the most golden retriever man ever. But of course, because he’s Johnny:
“Also, Reed said the second hook was unnecessary, so now I have to use it out of spite.”
imagine sevika with a raging size kink. not just because she’s big—though she is, built like war and ruin—but because you’re not. you’re soft, sweet, and pretty in that way that makes her jaw tense, like she wants to ruin you to see what your voice sounds when you cry.
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and the worst part? you have no idea what you’re doing to her. you’re always teasing her without meaning to—like you haven’t figured out what sevika could do to you if she used even a fraction of her strength.
just like today.
you’re in one of her shirts and gray panties—barely covering the tops of your thighs, laughing as you dart around the apartment barefoot.
“bet you can’t catch me,” you giggle, glancing back over your shoulder with that look, like you think she won’t.
you’re fast.
sure.
but she’s stronger.
and the second you cut around the corner, laughing, sevika moves. she catches you like nothing—one arm wrapped around your waist, dragging you flush against her chest before you even register the shift.
“gotcha,” she mutters in your ear, voice rough.
you squirm, breath catching—your playful energy stuttering as she lifts you off the floor like you weigh nothing. “sevika, that's not fair!”
“what was that, sweetheart?” she hums, already turning you in her grip, holding you in the air like a little toy. “thought i couldn’t catch you?”
you’re breathless, hands clutching her shoulders now, thighs pressing tight around her hips without thinking. and she feels it—the heat between your legs, the twitch in your muscles, the way your body melts from being handled.
“you don’t even realize what you do to me, do you?” she asks, staring at you with something dark behind her eyes.
you’re not smiling anymore, just wide-eyed, panting, and dizzy. you don’t even get the chance to answer—because sevika’s already got you pressed up against the nearest wall—the harshness of her action knocking the air out of your lungs. her body’s so close to yours, heat radiating off her, one knee slotted between your thighs to keep you there.
“you like that, huh?” sevika’s eyes rake over you, as her metal hand grabs your waist. “you want me to chase you around, like some fuckin’ game? do you get off to that?”
you whimper—still trying to squirm yourself away from her grip, only to realize she’s not even trying, she was just using the littlest of her strength to remind you she could crush you if she wanted.
“such a tease,” she whispers, lips brushing against your ear. “running around like you don’t know what you’re doing? think i don’t know how wet you get when i grab you like this?”
you can’t respond—all you can do is gasp when her free hand, slides down, until it pushes up her shirt you’re wearing, baring your panties—with an obvious soaked spot.
“fuckin’ knew it,” she breathes, voice lower. “this pretty pussy’s been begging for me all day. all you had to do was tell me—but you wanted to play games.”
you whimper, hips shifting. “please—”
“you want it?” she asks, grinding her knee up against your clothed pussy. “words, baby.”
“i want you, sev,” you breathe. “please.”
sevika cuts you off with a groan—pulling your panties to the side and circling your clit slowly with two fingers. “if you want this—” she murmurs, kissing your throat. “—you’re gonna take what i give you.”
she could’ve fucked you right there against the wall—had every intention of it, with your panties pulled to the side and your legs wrapped around her hips—but something in her eyes shifts.
control.
that’s what she wants.
not just to ruin you—but to own you.
sevika scoops you up, tossing you over her shoulder like nothing but a doll. you squeal, fists thudding weakly against her back as she walks, but you don’t really want her to stop—and she knows it.
“got energy in you?” she laughs, playfully smacking your ass. “we’ll fix that.”
she tosses you onto the bed face-first, hands already on the backs of your thighs, dragging you toward the center. you don’t peek when you hear her move around—already knowing what she’s doing.
the mattress shifts as she climbs up behind you, heavy and looming, the creak of the bedframe almost obscene. her chest presses to your back—solid, wide, smothering—pinning you down with her weight.
you try to wiggle, uselessly. “vika—”
“mhm, look at you,” she mutters, voice soaked in mockery as her hands drags your shirt over your back, exposing the curve of your spine, your waist, the swell of your ass. “so fuckin’ pretty.”
your back arches on instinct, needing something, but she presses down harder—grinding her hips against yours, and you finally feel the strap she’s wearing. it’s bigger than usual, and you know what you’re in for.
“so small,” she murmurs. “so damn easy to break. you don’t even know how much i’m holding back, do you?”
you moan something incoherent, nails clawing at the sheets as she lines herself up. “sev, please.”
“that’s right,” she purrs, sliding the head of the strap against your soaked pussy—not pushing in yet, just teasing. “take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”
and when she sinks in, slowly, you whine—your body pushed into the mattress so hard you can barely move. she’s still atop you—chest against your back, one hand on your hips and the other gripping your jaw, keeping your head turned enough for her to look in your eyes.
“fuckin’ hell,” she groans, staring to move, steady and punishing—every thrust pushing you into the mattress. “look at you—taking it so well. my pretty girl.”
your legs try to close—too much, too full. sevika notices, pushing your legs open with one of hers—so easily you don’t even fight it.
“uh-uh,” she tsks. “you wanted it, now take it.”
you nod, biting your lip as you try and stare at her—the grip on your jaw tighter, as she fucks you with the same strength you tried to test earlier.
“this what you wanted?” she pants. “to feel how tiny you are under me? how useless you’re when i’ve got you like this.”
“yes—fuck—yes, sev,” you whine, barely able to answer as the strap hits that spot again, and again, and again.
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your brain is buzzing from how deep she was when she grabs a fistful of your shirt, and yanks you up.
“up,” she orders. “get up.”
your body obeys before you can register what she said, crawling weakly onto trembling hands and knees. she drags you to the edge of the bed, spinning you to face the full-length mirror.
“look at that,” she murmurs, settling behind you. “poor baby’s all dumb already.”
you try to turn, reaching for her without thinking—needy, desperate—but she grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so you’re forced to look at your reflection. face flushed, lips swollen, eyes wide and gleaming.
“you’re going to watch,” sevika says. “you’re going to look at what you turn me into.”
sevika’s flushed too, sweat-slick, muscles flexing as she lines herself back up. she thrusts—hard, with no warming.
your jaw drops open in a silent cry. “fuck, sevika—”
“you feel that, sweetheart?” she asks, hand still buried in your hair—the other splayed across your stomach to keep you still. “how deep am i?”
you can’t look away. not with the way she’s holding you. not when the mirror shows you everything in such a hypnotic way—her hips slamming into your ass, the way she’s watching your pussy take her strap.
“such a needy girl,” sevika mocks. in response, you whimper, trying to look down—but she pulls your hair harder, dragging your gaze back to the mirror. “don’t look away—you’re gonna watch how pathetic you look begging for it.”
and you do look pathetic.
your body trembling, mouth falling open, eyes rolling back.
“fuckin’ melting for me,” she mutters, pressing down on your stomach. “such a mess for my cock.”
you’re moaning, babbling nonsense about how it was too much and how deep she was, hands scrabbling for anything to try and not seem too weak, but sevika’s relentless—thrusting harder, until you’re bouncing forward.
“you wanted me mean, baby?” she growls. “then take it. show me what that pretty little body’s for.”
when your body finally shudders, eyes rolling back—you know she’s not done, not even close. because you see her staring at your reflection like it’s her new religion.
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your head is hanging low between your shoulders—her breath is hot on the back of your neck, her front is still pressed against your back. the moment is too quiet—just the soft drag of her fingers on your skin, the sound of your breathing.
you know sevika’s trying to give you a second to breathe, but you don’t want it.
deliberately, your hand reaches back. you find hers—rough, calloused, still shaking from holding herself back—and you bring it to your jaw, guiding her fingers with yours. your lips brush her thumb, and you open your mouth—letting her slide it past your lips.
sevika groans—the sound echoing in your spine, because she feels it, instantly. your submission. your softness. your weakness. the way you're practically telling to go ahead, keep going, take all of me.
“fuck, baby—” she mutters, eyes glued to the sight of you in the mirror—slack-jawed, your lips so swollen and pink drooling around her thumb. “such a dirty fuckin’ girl. you want it again?”
you nod, slowly—mouth still full. “mhm.”
her hand slips down to your throat, thumb still hooked on your bottom lip, using enough pressure to make your lashes flutter. her other hand slides back to her strap, teasing you with it—you whimper, as you're still so sensitive.
“want me to use you?” she asks, brows raising as your hips rock back against her. “that’s what i thought.”
sevika fucks you slower, deeper—not out of mercy, but because she wants to savor it. wants to feel you, listen to every little sound you make while you fall apart again. for her. only her.
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your skin’s already burning hot, oversensitive, humming with her weight. every place she’s touched you feels raw—owned. but it’s not enough for her, not yet, not until you look hers.
so she flips you—effortless, one big hand braced under your thigh as she rolls you to your back, pinning you there with the full weight of her hips between your legs. the strap’s still buried inside you as she drags your body right to the edge with every little movement.
your eyes are glassy, lips parted in a breathless whine—but she’s not even fucking you yet. she’s just watching, eyes locked on your face like she’s waiting for something. then she leans down—mouth at your collarbone and hand on your jaw.
“you're mine,” she murmurs, barely audible, and then she bites your skin.
you whimper, hips jerking up, but her body keeps you still. “sev—fuck—”
when she pulls back, there’s already a flush of red blooming there. you look at her, dazed, your lips barely able to form words. but she knows. she always knows. she kisses just below your jaw next—so sweet it makes your chest ache—then bites again, harder this time.
“that’s it,” she coos, tongue dragging over the bruise she just made. “need the whole fuckin’ world to see it, baby. know exactly who you belong to.”
you can’t speak. your hands are fisted in the sheets, hips twitching under her weight, strap still snug inside you and hitting deep with every subtle shift of her hips.
“you like that, don’t you?” she teases, lips brushing your ear. “bein’ all marked up. worn out. fuckin’ dripping for me.”
you nod, helpless. her hand comes up to your chest—big and heavy—spanning across your sternum, thumb dragging over your nipple as she grinds her hips just enough to make you sob.
“gonna bruise you everywhere, sweetheart,” you feel her smile against your neck. “make sure you feel me for days.”
and then she bites again—lower this time, over your ribs—and you swear you could come from that alone. because there’s no softness in her now. just her weight. her teeth. her cock buried deep.
“such a fuckin’ good girl for me,” she says, low and rough. “my good girl.”
Sevika HCs with a controversially young girlfriend
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꩜ .ᐟ "Baby, the lights aren't working again!"
"Fix it yourself I'm busy."
"HOW? *Breakdown*"
And then you throw a tantrum and Sevika gives you your favourite snacks, does the work for you, and has to apologise later albeit a bit grudgingly.
꩜ .ᐟ "No sweets before dinner."
"Lady, you smoke for dinner."
"..."
"..."
"One candy won't hurt a soul." Sevika will groan but allow you one candy, knowing youll manage to get more later but unzipping your top right after.
꩜ .ᐟ Height compares a damn lot because she's so big and you're teeny tiny wifey
꩜ .ᐟ Probably doesn't understand modern terms, if you say "SLAYYYY" she'll get on high alert and whip her head around
꩜ .ᐟ Has caught you midnight snacking way too many times
꩜ .ᐟ Reluctantly gives you piggyback rides in public
꩜ .ᐟ Does your hair for you and is surprisingly gentle at it, likes doing your braids, oiling your scalp, washing your hair for you
꩜ .ᐟ Stares a lot when you wear her clothes because of the way they hang loosely from your frame
꩜ .ᐟ If you're smart about something, she'll genuinely be a little shocked but proud regardless, if you do something smart or invent something she'll genuinely be proud and happy
꩜ .ᐟ Covers your eyes when something too gruesome or indecent happens, does the same with your ears if people curse too badly around her but doesn't coddle you
꩜ .ᐟ Loves flexing her knowledge about the world and teaching you stuff but equally loves it when you do the same with her
꩜ .ᐟ Once freaked out when she lost you at Last Drop and got so anxious-mad, she scared the other patrons and henchmen, once she found you, she hugged you and didn't let go of holding your hand in public for the next month
꩜ .ᐟ Too many 'when I was your age' stories to tell though she barely will reminisce. She'll just tell them to you when you say you're bored and want her to share some of her memories
꩜ .ᐟ Likes comforting you but finds it hard to seek comfort or help from you because she feels like it's her duty to be the more mature one always
꩜ .ᐟ Loves intertwining hands, picks you up when kissing, loves sex because she tosses you around with ease
꩜ .ᐟ Once wrapped you up in a blanket like a burrito and used a belt to tie you up like that because you called her old
꩜ .ᐟ Loves helping you reach taller shelves but also loves watching you struggle, she will likely watch you struggle for a while before she taunts you playfully asking if you need help
꩜ .ᐟ Secretly insecure you'll leave her because of her age or if you find someone more attractive, insecure if her hair gets grey, face gets more wrinkles and body changes shapes
i had a crazy thought–imagine sevika's wife saying something that annoys/peeves her just a tiny bit and ceo!sevika doing the most over the top thing the next second.
imagine they live in a huge expensive modern penthouse and sevika's wife says "how come we live in the same house but we don't see each other?" and on the next day sevika is already taking her around to go see houses for sale 😭😭
or when her wife trips over the huge glass coffee table in the middle of the living room, and it's gone in the next hour and replaced by a smaller, cuter coffee table
i just wanna see sevika simping for her wife pls im begging i think she's so so cute 😭😭😭 like a grizzly bear 😭😭😭
this is like the epitome of ceo sevika i love her so fucking much
men and minors dni
you shouldn't be surprised.
this has been happening long before you and sevika were even dating, back when you were just assistant.
you can still remember the first time sevika did this to you. you ran into the office, discombobulated and late, worried that sevika would be upset.
she wasn't upset, though. it was the oppisite. she sighed in relief the moment you walked through the door wrapping you up in a hug. "fuck, i was worried you'd been carjacked on your way here! i can't lose you. not before the board meeting."
you laughed and relaxed in her arms, breathing in her expensive cologne. "sorry. my phone is fucking ancient and can't hold a charge anymore-- it died overnight and my alarm didn't go off."
"hmm." she'd said. at the time, you thought that was it.
then you got home that night, and found three brand new cell phones sitting on your doorstep.
you blinked down at the boxes, confused. a small envelope caught your eye, and you picked it up, flipping it open.
pick your favorite. -s.
the extravagance only grew once you got together.
"ugh, my back is killing me." you complained one morning.
"'s wrong?" sevika asked, a worried look in her eye. you shrug.
"think i pulled something yesterday while restocking the cabinets above the copier." you say.
that night, you pout in confusion as sevika takes the wrong exit off the highway. "where're we going?"
"you'll see."
"awe, sevika, i can't do a date night tonight baby, i feel like shit."
"it's not a date. well, it sorta is... just trust me, okay?" she'd asked. you nodded.
"of course."
sevika pulled the car into a spa parking lot. you frowned. "spatopia? aren't they closed this late?"
"i made a few calls for us." she said with a shrug, kissing you over the center console and then hopping out of the car. she ran around the car, pulling open your door and walking you to the store front.
two hours and two couples' deep tissue massages later; you were both too relaxed to drive home and you had to call an uber. it was one of the nicest gifts of your life.
now that you're married, it's only gotten worse.
you make a passing comment about your couch being stiff, and sevika's taking you furniture shopping that weekend.
you trip over a (incredibly expensive) persian rug in sevika's study more than once and she's rolling it away and buying one that doesn't snag your toes.
you once complained about the lack of legroom in her fucking porsche, so she bought you an suv. she's fucking insane.
and now she's done something truly crazy.
"you bought us a fucking house!?" you squawk. sevika shrugs with a smile. "sevika, we have a house!"
"we have a penthouse. penthouses don't have gardens. you want a garden."
"wh-- i do?!" you ask. sevika laughs.
"yeah, you do. remember? you told me on our first date what your dream house would be. you said something with charm, something you could make your own, something with a yard big enough for a garden and some pets."
the memory is so distant and blurry to you-- at the time you'd mostly just been talking out of your ass and fantasizing. but sevika remembered. because she's incredible.
"y-you're fucking insane." you cry. sevika smiles.
"good or bad?"
"sevika." you break down in tears, wrapping your arms around your wife. she laughs against you, rubbing your back. "y-you can't just buy a house without asking your wife!" you scold. she giggles.
"most people can't-- but we've got the money for it. i could buy you a dozen houses if you wanted."
"no!" you squeak. she laughs. you rip out of her arms to glare up at her. "you have got to stop doing this shit sevika, you're gonna give me a heart attack eventually!"
"you're gonna have a heart attack when you see the main bath in this place." she whispers with a sweet, excited smile. you burst into laughter and pull her in for a kiss. "if you hate it we can just put it back on the market, y'know." she mumbles. you snort.
"well... at least let me see the place first."
sevika grins, big and wide. you shake your head at her, in love and endlessly endeared by her. "i love you. i'd spoil you in any life, but i'm glad in this one i got the money to treat you the way you really deserve." she says.
you sigh dreamily and cup her face. "please tell me there's already a bed in there."
"...yeah, why?" sevika asks. you grin.
"i'm gonna ride you until you're paralyzed from the waist down, baby. c'mon. show me around my new house." you request, tugging sevika into the house by her tie.
sevika follows you with a dopey smile and hearts in her eyes.
