hannah : if you don’t remember, i had this series in my @/baeholic account and then i abandoned it when i only had like 3-5 requests left to write, and i never uploaded all my drafts... but because i never saved it in my google docs i lost all those writings. so im back..and redoing the entire 100-drabble-series to make up for that 🧸🩷
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drabble # 1 : werewolf!vika is in heat & knots you
drabble # 2 : g!p doctor sevika fucks you nice and slow because you don’t take your meds
drabble # 3 : gymrat sevika after a long day needs to cool down after a workout
drabble # 4 : wife vika fucks you in her hoodie
drabble # 5 : strap-warming ceo vika
drabble # 6 : dbf sevika has the vibrator to the remote control vibrator
drabble # 7 : face sitting with sevika except she’s subby and shy
drabble # 8 : sucking professor!sevika’s strap off in promise of a better grade
drabble # 9 : mechanic!sevika has a little time on her hands and an insatiable libido
tags: dacryphilia, strap on, bratty sevika?, bottom sevika, s!receiving, kinda mean reader??, mentions of round two, overstimulation, hair pulling, dom reader, big clit sevika truthers rise! ,
word count: 1.3k
synopsis: reader fucks sevika
Sevika's grunts and groans could be heard through the bedroom door. Inside the dim room, Sevika is lying face-first on her stomach on the mattress. You're behind her on top of the back of her thighs, holding her hands behind her back, a strap secured to your hips and buried to the hilt inside of Sevika.
"Stop moving." You growl at her at the same time you thrust the strap deeper inside of her. Sevika's breath hitches, her body tensing up slightly, another low groan escaping her as you drive the dildo deeper again.
The sheets underneath her muffle another sound from her half-protest and something else entirely.
Her grey eyes squeeze shut for a second before snapping them open to glare at you from over her shoulder.
You laugh at her, unafraid, as you drive the strap deeper again. At the same time, you speak, "What was that?"
A ragged gasp comes from underneath you, and Sevika's back arches involuntarily as her body jerks against the mattress. Her metal fingers clench into a fist behind her as you tug on her wrists.
Her prosthetic is whirring louder and overheating from how hard she's trying to keep still. Her breathing is uneven, and for once she doesn't have a sharp retort. She hates losing control like this, but god, does it feel so good.
You laugh at her again, mocking her.
"Yeah, too cock-drunk to even think about anything other than getting this pretty pussy fucked," you tease her.
Her grey eye twitches hard for a split second.
She thinks about flipping you over just to teach you a lesson, but then another deep thrust from you steals all coherent thoughts from her.
Her face is red with humiliation (and arousal) as you continue to laugh at her and fuck her.
Your laughter grates on her nerves, and yet she grinds back into you 'involuntarily' (it's what she tells herself).
You let go of her wrists to grab at her plump ass.
Sevika's prosthetic twitches once more as her instincts roar at her to shove you off and flip the script, but when your hands squeeze her flesh hard as you keep sliding in and out of her, the fight quickly drains from her.
Her prosthetic powers down with a soft click due to sensory overload, a broken moan slips through as she pushes back into each of your thrusts like an animal in rut.
"Yeah? You like this?" you speak in a low tone as you squeeze her ass once more. You push at her ass and tilt your hips just enough to change the angle of the strap to drag better along her tight walls.
And the shift in angle immediately hits Sevika, and her entire body seizes up like she's been electrocuted.
A whimper tears through her throat, her forehead thudding against the mattress as pleasure spikes white-hot behind her eyes.
Her fingers scramble quickly towards the sheets, twisting the fabric desperately.
Her hips stutter back greedily now, trying to chase every graze of the strap against her clenching walls, and despite herself, a slurred "yes" tumbles out of her mouth and into the pillow between ragged breaths.
All of a sudden, a sharp crack echoes through the room, and blooming right there on Sevika's ass is a red handprint. For a second, she's frozen, stunned by the sudden sting, but then your demand registers: "Louder."
Her pride wars with how fucking good this feels, but you're not letting her hide behind gritted teeth and silence anymore.
She inhales shakily and cranes her neck over her shoulder to look back at you, and then finally she obeys. "Fuck! yes, I like it! okay??"
the admission bursts out of her, rough and loud, her cheeks flaming redder than the imprint on her ass.
She bites her lip as you push the fake cock deeper into her cunt, deeper into that one pressure point she likes so much.
The pressure inside of her makes Sevika's vision blur, her whole body convulsing as your hands grope the curve of her ass before you drag your palms up her back. A loud, shameless moan rips from her chest as your hands continue to roam across her tense back.
She can't even form words anymore, just gasping and writhing underneath you like a woman possessed.
Her prosthetic arm rectavites with a soft hum, but instead of shoving you away, she grips the back of your thigh.
Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, not from sadness or pain but sheer overwhelming pleasure crashing over every defense she's ever had.
You lean over her back, your chest pressing up against her as you keep driving the strap inside of her.
"Look at you, you look pathetic," you whisper into the back of her neck before your teeth graze the sensitive spot on her neck and bite it.
The insult stings more than the bite on her neck and more than the thrusts.
Sevika hates looking pathetic, hates being vulnerable, and hates that you're seeing her like this, completely unraveled and reduced to a shuddering mess beneath you.
A high-pitched whine escapes her as she instinctively arches further into you, chasing friction like an addict. Tears continue to spill over down her cheeks despite herself, frustration and pleasure are tangled so tight they blur together. She's never felt anything like this before.
You shove your left hand underneath her stomach and in between her thighs to rub her clit. The second your fingers brush her already swollen, large, and sensitive clit, the world narrows to a single white-hot point.
Her entire body bows off the mattress with a strangled cry, her back curving like she's been shot as shockwaves of pleasure rip through every nerve.
Her thighs tremble violently around your hand. She's so close already, and you're not letting up or slowing down, and part of her is terrified of how fast this might end.
"Fuck, are you going to cum already?" you half laugh and pull back just enough for your right hand to grab a handful of her hair and turn her head so she's looking at you over her shoulder.
Her tear-streaked face is now exposed as you stare at her.
Her grey eyes are glassy, dilated with sheer desperation, and yeah, she's definitely about to cum as she pants heavily through her parted lips.
She can't even lie or glare, she just stares back at you in helpless anticipation. A thin layer of sweat glistens on her forehead. Every muscle in her body is coiled tight like a spring.
Your fingers are still circling her large, swollen clit while you pound into her from behind, and when your smirk registers, it tips the scales, she whimpers your name right before it hits.
Just as her orgasm hits, you kiss her, your lips capturing hers in a desperate, heated kiss.
The kiss hits her like a lightning strike. Sevika melts into it, her motion clumsy and desperate against yours as her body shakes as waves of pleasure crash over every inch of her body.
Her mechanical arm slumps against the mattress, powering down again completely this time with a soft whir.
She slumps and collapses forward, your hold on her hair keeping her from face-planting into the sheets.
Her moan vibrates between your mouths. It's messy and unrestrained, the kind of sound she'd never let anyone hear normally.
You swallow every noise she makes, and after a moment, you pull away and let go of her hair, and she slumps into the mattress.
"You think just because you came once that means you're done?" you tease mockingly.
Before she can even form a sarcastic response or brace herself, you thrust again, and the oversensitive hits like a punch, and a high-pitched whine escapes her as she clenches around the strap involuntarily.
my lovely tag list: @thatgirl4ever22 @bouquetofnails @marriedtosevika @qqueenpprincee
nsfw , fingerfucking , praise kink (a lil)
pairing: sevika x reader
wc: 1153
friday nights with your girlfriend were always a mix of either domestic or pure depravity. nothing in between.
you sat beside sevika on that worn out couch as usual, playing some mindless show on the television screen neither of you could focus on. early into the night, you both knew it wasn't going to just end up in cuddles.
not when after you finished washing up, you wore those godforsaken victoria secret lace panties under a loose shirt you stole from sevika. it was fucking temptation in human skin, padding around the place, waiting to be bend over and fucked. eaten out? totally. no questions asked.
but you insisted. batting those pretty lashes at sevika. she melted without putting up a fight, lifting you off your feet and settled you beside her on the couch. not even halfway through the movie—the title had just flashed on screen and not a single line had yet been uttered—her hands were already itching to your thighs.
hands skimmed the edge of your panties, you bolt right up, but sevika just snorted, told you it was the nerves.
nerves, your ass.
while the main character was spouting half-assed lines—you never did like that actor—sevika was already planning all kinds of different ways to ruin those tantalizing panties, show her your cunt and just bury her nose there until she chokes on your pussy.
if anything, sevika was just intentionally edging herself at this point, her eyes darted from your thighs to your chest then your face. it softened for a fraction. you noticed the lingering stare and pecked her lips.
“smells so good.” sevika mumbled against your lips and pressed her lips against the curve of your jaw, suckling a mark into your skin. “fuck, baby, do we really have to finish this?” sevika’s low groan reverberated on your body.
“they said it’s good.”
bullshit.
you both knew how the movie ended. a cliffhanger that blueballs those stupid enough to actually sit through the entire three hours of screaming clicker zombies. sevika could have done something more productive than this—it barely got past the flashback prologue—like maybe swallow your cries down her tongue like sweet nectar while her fingers stretch and fuck the tease out of you.
“you’re killing me here, babygirl,” she whispered into your neck, drowning in that pleasant scent as it ran down her spine while her hands skimmed lower. deeper. “c'mon." a finger tugged at your waistband, snapping it against your skin.
you yelped, stiffening under that touch. hands dragged up the curve of your waist, then your back.
fuck.
"vika." a needy whimper left your lips the moment sevika pushed the fabric aside, marveling at how you soaked through the lace in just mere minutes. "'s unfair."
sevika's lips pressed against your, her breathy laugh licking up a flame down your spine. this woman was making it harder for you to focus. you could already imagine her hands delving between your pussy folds, finding that little nub and relieving you of that ache.
"unfair?" she pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. a warning, if anything, before she left a blooming mark on the juncture of your jaw while her fingers pressed against your hungry cunt. "y'know what's unfair, babygirl?"
she pulled her hand away from your needy heat, snapping the fabric back with a cruel smirk. "wearing that tempting number and not letting me touch. on your stomach, gorgeous."
the movie stayed forgotten on the screen.
your hands were braced against the armrest as sevika helped you lie comfortably on your stomach, steady palms guiding your hips to cant up to her hungry gaze.
"fuck, you look so beautiful, baby," she marveled, tracing her fingers down your trembling thighs before leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. "stay like that for me, yeah?"
you could only reply with a soft, keen whimper, nodding your head as you wiggled your ass eagerly, pressing it against her calloused palms.
"just like that," she whispered sweet nothings into your ear as she finally dragged your underwear down. torturously, achingly slow. "god, look at you." she hissed, reaching down to part your ass, revealing that pretty hole, watching it clench around nothing. it makes her want to just shove her fingers into you without any preamble.
no. she wants to take it slow. gentle. just the way you like it. you always made the most adorable noises when her hands tenderly caressed your skin and her voice a low purr against your damp skin.
then you went ahead and let out the sweetest "please" known to mankind. sevika froze, hands hovering just right above your aching heat, and almost growled into the juncture of your neck and shoulders.
fuck tender.
sevika's hands sank into your tight heat without a second warning, pumping two fingers in and out. a filthy squelch filled the room as she prodded against your walls, searching, teasing, stretching in a way that had your back bowing off the couch with a ragged moan.
"shh, shh, babygirl, hey," she cooed softly, adding another digit like the other two weren't already driving you mad. "just like that, yeah..."
sevika has an ungodly amount of time imagining you like this. when she's at work, sitting at the dinner table while you prattle on about your favorite tv show. she just does, and when she finally has her hands on you?
it's explosive. a hurricane of need. pure, raw and unbridled need.
"vika!" you tapped on her forearm. your toes curled, hips canting and rolling into sevika's fingers as she worked you open. a string of incoherent babble left your lips.
you were so achingly close. you just need...
your vision swam. your body wringing from pleasure underneath your girlfriend, and you're pretty sure you're leaking like a puddle into the couch.
but she doesn't stop, even when you cry into the pillow, your hips canting wantonly into sevika’s hands. her hands pumped slowly into your cunt—squelch.
“fuck, you're leaking plenty.” she hissed, parting your ass to watch your hole swallow her greedily down to the knuckles.
“vika, vika—”
once you're fully sated, sevika finally lets your legs rest and your hips down. her large hands traced soothing motions up your thighs.
“you did so well for me, babygirl.” her voice a smooth purr down your spine as she carried you back to bed.
grabbing a wash cloth and a basin of warm water, sevika gently worked her way around your sticky thighs. a cheeky smile formed its way into her lips, an idea forming, and she gently spread your cheeks apart, brushing the warm cloth down the crack with a small laugh when you stiffened and turned around to glare at her over your shoulder.
apologizing, sevika pecked the corner of your jaw and laid you back down on your stomach, your face comfortably pressed against the pillow.
note: i swear wheni tell you guys i get embarrassed wrting smut im so fr
I relapsed againnnn but it calmed me down. My heart beat feels like it's pounding trying to get out of my ribs, my hands shaking like it's wanting to get it over with and take the kitchen knife and slit my wrist
