claudia

live laugh arcane I love my amazing girlfriend

[cookiesandclaudia]

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.・。.・゜ ✭・.・✫・゜・。

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⋆.˚ oneshots ⇣

“you think I care?” look at you. anticipated

that look bite it marked up. over?

Hands-on traffic in the ropes

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⋆.˚ drabbles ⇣

“daddy?”

⋆.˚ oneshots ⇣

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“such deranged thoughts, little one.”

[cookiesandclaudia]

i can't get behind the alpha/omega stuff 💔 idk what it is but i js can't 😭

Its not for everyone hun, no worry, I dont mind writing whatever people ask me to even if I partically dont find it interesting

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hai my gorgeous girl, i love you more than my oranges

Hi babyy I love you more than my strawberries :c let's marry each other alreadyy

[cookiesandclaudia]

YES

[tqlepatia]

okay go fuck abby too

[sevikasfuckdoll-deactivated2025]

Puh LEASE I don't even KNOW an "Abby"

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This exchange is hilarious also @cookiesandclaudia you should go fuck "Abby" too hmph (she did the same typo)

[cookiesandclaudia]

me you and a threesome with abby

[cookiesandclaudia]

when are you gonna propose to her?

i already did 🤫

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@cookiesandclaudia if you wear a suit, I will worship the ground that you walk on

[cookiesandclaudia]

ima eat you like a cannibal

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My girlfriend claims she's not pretty and then proceeds to look like a supermodel while she randomly and very causally plays around with her hair. Help.

@cookiesandclaudia

[cookiesandclaudia]

I can fact check this isn’t true, I am in fact not super model pretty

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Can you write Ambessa with a butch partner that reminds her of Azazi (personality and demeanor wise) and shes like half convinced there him reincarnated

Ambessa Medarda x Butch!Reader

Ambessa didn't know what it meant to be cared for. She only knew war. The woman was as tender-hearted as they come though, it was just that, no one took their time to unravel all the layers that were to her. No one tried to fully understand the kind of person that she was. All they saw was the undefeatable Noxian warlord with ruthlessness and mercilessness in her blood.

And she certainly didn't expect to let you take control. You opened the doors for her and let her breathe. You worshipped her every night and let her relax, pounds and pounds of muscles relaxing under your touch. Your fingers make her come undone, moaning your name, voice silky. Sultry.

Ambessa never thought someone would be able to make her feel like that ever again, not after Azizi at least. Today was a little different from what she usually experienced though. You had offered to take over her morning work and Ambessa got to sleep in a tad bit later into the day than the usual. Her pulse quickened when she felt your lips, warm and soft, against her forehead as you petted your fingers against her hair.

“Sleep well, my love.” You whispered but the twitch of Ambessa's lips gave it away, she was awake. You grinned and pressed another kiss, this time close to her lips.

She opened her eyes, “Oh, good morning.” Ambessa smiled, her arms reaching her for you, curling around your figure.

You let her bring you closer, “I'm sweaty.” You muttered but she didn't care.

She kissed you, her lips warm and passionate against yours. “Were you in the training room?”

“Yeah, I was and I have to say, you've trained your soldiers well.”

Ambessa cheeks developed a slight tinge of color and her smile deepened into something more giddy. She held you tighter, tracing patterns on your back.

“I think I'm gonna go take a bath.” You said with a tired sigh, letting your nose nuzzle against the column of Ambessa's throat.

“We. We will take a bath.” Ambessa got up with a small groan, letting the covers drape down from her frame.

“Oh, is that right?” You stroked the side of her face.

She leaned in and tilted her head slightly to the sight, her hand held the side of your face, bringing you closer. “You make me feel so loved.” Ambessa's tone was vulnerable, soft and whispered.

“You deserve it.” You held her hands. “And so much more.” You kissed her knuckles.

A beat of silence.

“Now let's go for that bath, mhm?”

Ambessa sat by the edge of the tub and stared at you as you ran the bath. This was more intimate than the maids running the bath for her like all other times. Just you, just her. Her eyes were half-lidded, tension gone from her shoulders as she watched you. Your presence alone was intoxicating.

“Come here, beautiful,” you extended one muscle sculpted arm.

Ambessa slipped off the marble edge and started walking towards you, she stopped short of two feet away from you and you closed the distance, hand sliding down her waist, “Undress.” You whispered.

Ambessa nodded, fingers reaching to unbutton the robe. “It really feels like it's Azizi. It does. It's so weird, it's like—... It's like it's him but reincarnated. Reincarnated here to take care of me…” she didn't speak it aloud, she didn't want to compare you to her previous partner in any way. She only smiled and let you take control around her.

And it always felt right.

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i need a anal training w sevika plss 😭🤤

When Sevika trains your ass—

TAGS: anal training, inflatable plug, anal fingering, clit stimulation, gentle!Sevika, mention of double stimulation, dildo, squirting

Sevika wasn't joking when she said she'd train both your holes to ‘their full potential’. Now, you laid on the towel with your knees against the mattress and stomach empty from the huge ritual she put you through to cleanse you out.

“I'm scared,” you muttered.

“Don't be,” Sevika's warm hand squeezed your butt cheek, “I have plenty of experience.”

Heat pooled at your stomach.

Sevika started with a finger, she was slow and gentle. She let your clenching hole relax and adjust around the digit before she inserted another and started working the lube in.

You trembled and whimpered her name over and over again as she got you used to the feeling.

“You're okay, you're doing amazing,” Sevika praised as her fingers pulled away with a soft wet sound. She reached down and held up an inflatable plug. “We’re gonna try this now, okay?”

“Alright…” you muttered.

The plug slipped inside your ass easily when it was deflated, then Sevika's flesh fingers curled around the pump and she started pumping it at a slow pace. You felt the plug slowly get bigger as air filled it up, your lips pressed together, eyes squeezing shut tightly.

“Oh my goodness, it's getting so big,” you gasped and your hands clenched to fists. Your body tensed up. Sevika stopped. She gave you a second to compose yourself and relax before she continued pumping it.

“Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Sevika squeezed your ass cheek, still pumping.

Your mouth fell slack and you started moaning softly, your pussy clenched around nothing. You craved getting your pussy stuffed too, but you didn't wanna bite more than you could chew so you stayed quiet. Sevika pumped the plug again and it got a bit too big, you gasped again and your body arched perfectly— plwop!

The plug popped out of your asshole with a lewd sound.

Sevika laughed, “It happens,” she put the sticky plug away before reaching for a dildo, “You're doing well.”

Your cheeks flushed from what just happened. “That was so embarrassing,” you mumbled into the pillows before burying your face in them.

Sevika chuckled and spread your cheeks, pressing the head of a dildo against your rim— it was glistening with lube.

“Want it inside?” Sevika asked.

“Please.” Your voice was raspy when you felt the phallic shaped toy slowly sliding inside your stretched ass.

Your eyes rolled back in bliss and your pussy fluttered in need. Sevika noticed and her mechanical hand reached down to rub your clit with the metal fingers, the coldness of her metallic fingers sent shivers down your spine while you took the big dildo in your asshole.

“Baby, it feels so weird,” you complained.

Sevika knew how to use the dildo precisely and every time she thrusted the dildo all the way inside, you felt yourself get one step closer to a magical orgasm. You were a mess by the time you felt the knot in your tummy snap— you squirted.

You never squirt.

This time you did. And you did that from getting your asshole stimulated. Sevika was just as shocked as you are but then it melted away into a triumphant grin.

“Looks like I just figured out how to make you squirt, princess.”

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WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO LOSE?

VAMPIRE!SEVIKA X BROTHEL WORKER!READER

→ WORD COUNT: 1.7k

CONTENT: blood kink, fingering, blood sucking, dizziness and impending unconsciousness, strap riding, mild degradation, aftercare included, squirting mentioned, bruising, praising/praise kink, strap referred as Sevika’s cock, tit stimulation mentioned, sweaty sex, cliffhanger ending.

Sevika felt the fatigue in her bones, sinking in deep and causing almost every step to stagger. She walked past the threshold of Babette's, her brows knitted together as she walked to the counter.

Babbette smiled up at her, “I was expecting you.” She said slowly.

Sevika didn't say anything. “Where's my regular?”

She asked, peering around to look for you. You were her regular girl, the only one in the brothel who knew how to take it from her. Sevika was brutal, relentless. And you knew her tiny little secret. That she was a vampire. Sevika saw you standing at the doorway, arm resting on the door as a lazy smirk tugged at your glossed lips.

“I've been waiting.”

Sevika crossed the room in sharp, short strides and within seconds she was in your face. She tilted your chin up, there was bloodlust in her eyes and you could tell that she was starving. The coldness of her hands, the twitch of her brow, the way her teeth gritted from the sharp pain spreading across her entire body and tightening around her throat like a vice— you could read her like an open book.

“Come.” You led her inside and gave Babette a polite smile which she offered back. The door closed behind the both of you and the lock clicked in place. “How long haven't you fed on blood?”

“Just a little.” Sevika took her poncho off, her breath ragged.

“You need blood.” you said in a firm tone.

“I need pussy.” Sevika argued.

“I think you need both.” you laughed.

There was a moment of silence and you knew Sevika would never allow her ego to lower just enough to ask to feed off on your blood. But the way her breath caught in her throat every time she exhaled tugged at your heart strings. She deserved relief and this was pure torture. You moved closer, Sevika backed. She didn't want to hurt you. It was evident in her eyes. Despite whatever went on in the bedroom, you knew Sevika was just a gentle soul and didn't want to hurt anyone innocent. You took another step closer and this time she didn't back away, she stared at you, confused. She didn't know what you were doing.

“You should stay away, I'm not safe for humans like right now.”

You paused. Your jaw clenched. “Then why are you here?”Sevika didn't answer. You pressed. “Why? Why are you here, Sevika? You're here for my blood, just admit it.”

“I'm not.” Her voice cracked. It was soft. She didn't mean it and deep down she knew that too. She pressed her lips in a thin line, “I know you think I'm just some monster right now—”

You slammed your lips against her. The kiss was all teeth and saliva dripped down your chin but you didn't care. So what if it was messy? Messy was good. Sevika's hand hovered but then rested on your waist and she allowed herself to melt in the kiss, your pussy throbbed in your lingerie. You needed her fangs inches deep in your skin. Right now.

“Bite me.”

You whispered against her lips before you kissed her deeper. Sevika couldn't hold back any longer. As if the constant tension in the room wasn't enough, her sex drive sure wasn't helping restraining herself. Sevika took a step back, but this time she didn't hesitate. She picked you up and threw you onto the mattress before she pinned your body down with her own.

“You really want me to bite you?”

You gave her a subtle nod, lips parting as if you'd say something but you didn't. You loved basking in this level of intimacy. Sevika's teeth grazed the column of your throat before she moved to the side.

“You smell sweet,” her voice trembled before her fangs bared— sharp, big, pointy.

And they sunk in your throat deep. Your warm blood hit Sevika's tongue and life bounced back in her eyes. Her veins felt hotter, you swore you could feel her clit throbbing through her pants as she pressed against your body desperately. It hurt, but it also felt good and it was too good. Your eyes squeezed close and your hands found her hair, stroking gently.

“O-oh, Janna, I never thought this would actually happen,” you said breathily, “This is surreal.”

Sevika didn't say anything, too distracted with your neck as she drank on and on. Your head was dizzy but your panties were wet and you needed her, you grinded against her thigh with a needy little moan causing Sevika's head to jerk back. Her eyes darted to where the little fang marks had formed at the side of your neck, an angry red color blooming across the skin and a little trickle of blood following.

She leaned down and swiped it off using her tongue and smiled. “Fuck, I missed the taste of blood.”

“You can always just drink from me,” your eyes met hers, “I can always be your personal little blood bag.”

Sevika opened her mouth as if to deny but you grabbed her hand and shoved them down your pants just so her knuckles would brush against your panties, the crotch of it. And her mouth froze, brain clicking and a teasing smirk formed on her lips.

“Oh, you naughty little slut.” She dragged your panties down, leaving them around your knees before her thumb pressed and circled around your clit in desperate, tightly traced circles. “You got turned on getting your blood sucked? Damn, you're quite the piece of work.”

“Are you gonna continue spewing nonsense or are we gonna fuck already?” You said with a smug grin causing Sevika to roll her eyes.

Her fingers plunged inside without warning making you whimper aloud as they curled against your g-spot, merciless thrusts causing you to get dizzier than before. Her fingers were amazing, they were magic. She knew where to twist and where to curl. She was perfect. Your eyes disappeared behind the lids, only the whites of them visible as your toes curled. She was really stealing you away.

“Baby, please,” you moaned loudly.

Sevika chuckled, she loved it when you submitted so easily. She pulled her fingers all the way out before shoving them right back inside all the way to her knuckles making you whimper.

“Only two fingers,” she uttered, soft and dangerous against your ear, “And you're already a mess.”

“You're such an asshole.” You gasped when she kissed your neck and fucked you harder.

It had been a while since Sevika had finished fingering you and you'd squirted all over and now you both laid on the big fluffy bed, naked. Sevika gave you a small tug, and you turned to face her.

“I'm exhausted.” You said seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Get the strap.” Sevika ordered, licking her teeth.

“Baby—” you began.

“Do as I say, angel.”

Your pussy clenched and you nodded before getting off the bed. Your feet hit the cold floor and you bent down to open the drawer and out came the beautiful purple beastly strap. It was a good eight and a half inches with a delicious curve to it and silicone veins and stood out giving the toy ridges to feel while it's inside you.

Sevika took it from you and clicked the harness in place.

You were spread out on the bed for her, moaning softly as Sevika entered you— she started off slow and her hands massaged your breasts gently while she moved. “You okay?” She asked and you nodded, she gave you a comforting smile.

“Oh, Sevika, you're so deep inside,” the strap slammed inside and a loud scream echoed off the walls, your hips arched into her as she thrusted brutally.

Her fingers wrapped around your waist, mechanical fingers leaving bruises in their wake as she pounded your body so hard, you swore you were at the verge of passing out from pleasure alone.

Sevika's strap bottomed out with a wet squelch and an even hotter impact, your body felt like it was on fire and your legs had long gone limp. Sevika was still fucking you, she was barely even panting actually. Her stamina was unmatched, her pace ruthless and unrelenting. Your face scrunched up, a small sob issuing from you.

“My pretty little blood bag,” she thrusted.

Plwop, plwop, plwop.

“You're gonna cum on this dick, yeah?” Sevika rested her flesh hand on top of your knee and your pussy practically swallowed up her cock.

You nodded, your movements sloppy and uncoordinated before a small “ungh” left your lips and your tummy coiled. Again. And, again.

Then it snapped.

This time it was a weaker spray than before, your liquid still squirting out at a decent pace, sticking to Sevika's abs as they flexed with every thrust that stretched you out beyond your limits. Your mouth opened in an ‘O’ and then your head lolled to the side. Unconscious.

Sevika slowly pulled out, letting the cock rest against the side of your thigh before she looked at your swollen pussy. You were a mess. Your body was covered in sweat and tits shone from when Sevika had sucked on them earlier. She undid the harness and put it down before she brushed your sweat-dampened hair out of your face.

“Pretty baby,” she muttered to herself as she picked you up, gently tapping your cheek to rouse you.

“Huh…?” You stirred, eyes blinking open slowly. “Did I pass out?”

“Yeah, just for a little though,” Sevika kissed your head, “You're okay.”

She took you to the little bathroom attached to the room, sitting you on the closed toilet lid before she cleaned your body up and left you to relieve yourself while she washed the strap and cleaned the bed off. She got back a little after to carry you back to bed.

“I wasn't planning on staying.” She said after a while.

“You don't have to,” you smiled. Tired. “I'll be okay.”

“No,” she fluffed out a pillow for you and passed it on, “I want to be here for you.” She threw her blanket over your naked, sore body. “You're too precious to ruin and leave behind.”

Her knuckles grazed against your cheeks and you felt your eyes slightly dampen from emotion. You cleared your throat. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“I'll get you out.”

[cookiesandclaudia]

Break you in

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^^@olgasnoww on x^^

CW-country!au, cowgirl!sevika, timid!cowgirl!reader, strap usage referred to as “cock”, dom/sub dynamics, slight humiliation (if you squint)

1.5k WORDSSSSS

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You never thought that looking for a new job that wasn’t related to dealing with drunken southern rednecks and catcalls 24/7, would end up with you working at a ranch.

Not that you were “too good for the ranch life”, or weren’t good with animals, its the team working part that has you shaking in your boots. And your boss? oh she’s scary.

Her mech arm, her mean scowl, her deep voice that makes you squirm.

You were terrified.

So when you showed up on the ranch—timid, quiet, eyes that dart away every time she even glances at you—Sevika figures it’ll be fun to watch you run from her like all the others.

Except you don’t run. You stay.

And Sevika notices. The way your thighs press together when she leans too close. The way you bite your lip when her voice drops low. She sees the way your hands tremble— in fear and in need.

You hadn’t meant to stay so late. Everyone else had cleared out hours ago, but you’d been finishing up chores in the stables, alone with nothing but the crickets and the creak of the rafters overhead. And you could feel her watching you. Again.

Sevika’s boots echoed on the wooden floor as she stalked in—broad, looming, backlit by the barn light, a cigarette still burning between her fingers. She exhaled slow, eyes dragging over you like a hand.

“You always this bad at takin’ a hint, darlin’?” Her voice was low, rough like gravel and whiskey.

You froze, pitchfork still in your hand, heart thumping against your ribs. “I—I was just—”

She took two steps forward and plucked the fork from your fingers, tossing it aside. Then she leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You been struttin’ around this place like you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me.”

You swallowed hard. “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Bullshit.”

Her hand slid around your waist and pulled you tight against her hips. You gasped. You could feel it—her strap, thick and pressed firm against your ass through her jeans. Her breath was hot against your neck.

“You wore this little thing just for me, didn’t you?” She tugged at your waistband with a smirk, fingers slipping under the hem of your dusty jeans. “You like playin’ shy ‘til someone finally does somethin’ about it.”

You whimpered—soft and high-pitched—and Sevika grinned. That sound flipped a switch in her.

“Take ‘em off. Pants. Now.”

You fumbled, hands trembling as you obeyed, kicking off your boots and tugging your jeans and panties down around your thighs. The barn was warm, but your skin burned where her eyes raked over you.

Then Sevika moved—fast.

She spun you around, bent you over the nearest stall door, one strong hand on your lower back pressing you down. You gasped as the cool wood kissed your belly. Her other hand gripped your ass, spreading you open.

“Fuck,” she muttered, crouching behind you. “Look at you. Drippin’. Knew you’d be sweet.”

She licked a long stripe between your thighs and your knees buckled. She chuckled, then went back in—messy, relentless, tongue lapping at you until you were writhing under her grip, knuckles white from holding the stall edge.

“S-Sevika—!”

“Not yet,” she growled. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you first.”

And she did.

She stood, unbuckled her jeans, and shoved them down just enough to free the strap—thick, curved, shiny with lube she must’ve already had on it. Of course she came prepared. Sevika always came prepared.

She didn’t ask. She didn’t need to. Your legs were already shaking, your thighs slick, your hips pushing back into her like your body knew what it needed before your brain did.

She slid in slow—inch by inch—until you were moaning, face pressed to the wood, mouth open, eyes rolling back.

“Shit, you feel good takin’ me,” she groaned, grabbing your hips and driving in hard.

She fucked you rough. Deep. A rhythm that made your bones shake, made the stall rattle, made your voice break into desperate, ruined gasps.

Her hand wrapped around your throat, just tight enough to steal your breath when she leaned over your back and growled, “This what you wanted, baby? My cock in you while the whole damn ranch sleeps?”

You nodded, tears streaking your cheeks from how full you felt. You were so close—every thrust building a fire between your legs you couldn’t contain.

“Beg for it.”

“P-please,” you cried. “Please let me come—Sevika, please—!”

She didn’t stop. She reached around and rubbed your clit in tight, dirty circles.

“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart. Make a mess on my cock.”

You shattered.

Your body tensed, legs trembling, a cry tore from your throat as pleasure crashed through you. Sevika fucked you through it, slow and punishing, until you were twitching and soaked and barely able to hold yourself up.

And still she didn’t pull out.

She leaned over you again, teeth at your earlobe. “You’re mine now. That pretty little mouth, that sweet cunt, all mine.”

You whimpered something between a moan and a yes.

Then she pulled out—slow and wet—and slapped your ass with a sharp, satisfied crack.

“Good girl,” she said, breathless and grinning.

You’d never walk the same again.

Days passed. You and Sevika fucked like bunnies in heat, in the barn, on a haystack, on the big tree behind the ranch, in Sevikas cabin, in your cabin. Almost twice a day.

And today? no different.

You’d been out checking the fence line, like Sevika told you. Alone. Dusty boots, hands in your pockets, eyes on the horizon, pretending you didn’t feel her eyes on you from a distance.

You didn’t know how long she’d been watching—but when her horse trotted up behind you and she dismounted without a word, your heart damn near jumped into your throat.

“Bend over the post.”

You turned, wide-eyed. “W-what?”

Her gloves were already off. Her eyes dark beneath the brim of her hat.

“I said bend the fuck over, sweetheart.”

Your body obeyed before your mouth could argue—hands flat on the splintered wood, back arched, breath coming quick. Sevika stepped up behind you, big hands smoothing over your waist, then lower.

“You walk around this ranch makin’ those sweet little eyes at me,” she muttered, yanking your jeans down in one sharp tug, “then act like you don’t know what you’re doin’. Gonna teach you some fuckin’ manners.”

The sun was hot on your bare skin. The air thick with dirt, sweat, and the buzz of cicadas. You whined when her calloused fingers slid between your thighs, finding you already slick.

“God damn, baby,” she growled. “You get this wet just from me tellin’ you what to do?”

You nodded helplessly, biting your lip, thighs trembling.

That earned you a harsh slap to your ass, loud and sharp.

“Use your words.”

“Y-yes, Sevika…”

She chuckled, rough and low. “Good girl.”

From the saddlebag, she pulled out the strap. You gasped. “You— you brought it out here?”

She leaned in, biting your earlobe. “I always bring it. In case my girl gets needy out in the field.”

She strapped up behind you, her thighs pressed to yours, sweat already glistening on her chest. You were so exposed—bare to the open land, bent over like some desperate little thing with dirt on your knees and Sevika’s cock nudging against your entrance.

“Gonna fuck you so hard the cattle’ll hear it.”

She shoved in, thick and slow, your body stretching wide to take her. Your cry was swallowed by the wind. The fence post groaned under your grip as she bottomed out, one hand tangled in your hair, the other on your hip.

She started thrusting—deep, punishing strokes that had your eyes rolling back. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. The only thing that existed was her—her cock, her voice, her breath in your ear.

“You like bein’ fucked out in the open like a little slut?”

You moaned. “Yes, Sev—please—!”

“You’re mine now,” she growled. “Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to wreck. Say it.”

“I’m yours! I’m yours!”

Another slap—this time across your ass, stinging and hot.

“Louder.”

“I’M YOURS!”

She growled in satisfaction and bent over you, fucking you harder, faster—one hand on your throat, the other working your clit like she owned you.

When you came, you saw stars—legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, your body clenching around her cock like it never wanted to let go.

She stayed deep inside, fucking you through it, leaving you ruined over that fence line—bare, dripping, broken in for good.

Then she pulled you back by your hair, pressed a kiss to your temple, and whispered:

“Next time, I’ll tie you to the post proper.”

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im so hungry i could eat a @cookiesandclaudia

[cookiesandclaudia]

feast on me 😈

[cookiesandclaudia]

Meow

awww hehehe my baby so adorable

[cookiesandclaudia]

a/n- Hi hunnies, im trying to get back into actually writing and this came across my mind, let me know if ya’ll want a part 2, enjoy sweets. im like this for my lunes btw… except for the manipulation part @littlelovelunette

CW- crazyex!sevika, crazed!reader, manipulation, narcissism, possessiveness, g!p!sevika, slight choking, sex in a alleyway, slight angst

word count- 1.4k 😈😈😈😈

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“Are you kidding me?” Sevika clutched her phone in hand so hard it almost cracked, she rubbed her temples with her other hand. “She's sleeping around..”

Sevika had spent the past two hours digging through all her woman’s social media posts and such just to grab ahold of a location for her but she was careful enough to not let anything slip up here and there. However, Sevika managed to track her cellphone eventually and now she finds out that she’s seeing other people?!

“If you didn't want her to see other people, why'd you break up in the first place?” her assistant asked as she moved to stand by Sevika's looming frame slumped in her office chair.

“See, that's the kind of question that gets a bullet lodged in your skull,” Sevika said darkly, not bothering to look up.

Her assistant swallowed, rethinking all life decisions. “I will go ahead and clear your schedule if that's what you'd like.”

“A flight.” Sevika suddenly spoke up, “Get me a flight there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Did I stutter?”

Not a second wasted since she landed. Now stalking the streets of Zaun in search for her girl..always her girl, forever her girl.

She moved through Zaun like a shadow wrapped in steel—cigar lit, coat dragging behind her like the Reaper’s cloak. People scattered when they saw her. They knew that look.

Her don’t-give-a-fuck attitude was still strapped on tight. That signature scowl. That lethal calm. But her teeth were grinding behind the smoke. Her mind replaying one thing over and over: That’s my girl. Not theirs. MINE.

She found her at some low-tier shimmer bar, dancing barefoot in the middle of the floor, laughing like the world hadn’t ended. Her makeup was smeared, her shirt half-buttoned, legs bare and bruised—someone else’s jacket around her shoulders.

That was it.

Sevika didn’t make a scene. She made a statement.

Walked straight through the crowd, slow and deliberate. Didn’t look left. Didn’t look right. Just reached out, grabbed the jacket off her shoulders, and ripped it away.

Her girl spun, dizzy and smiling. “about time” she slurred, smirking like a knife wound.

Sevika dropped the jacket to the floor and grabbed her jaw, hard. “You been fuckin’ around like a street whore. That what you are now?”

Her girl tilted her head, all wide eyes and insanity. “You said I was in your way.”

“I said a lotta things,” Sevika hissed, pushing her against the wall. “But I never said you weren’t mine.”

A beat.

Then her girl grinned—twisted and feral. “So what now, boss? You gonna punish me?”

Sevika kissed her like a shotgun blast. Teeth, blood, heat. The kind of kiss that cracked lips and broke sense. The kind of kiss that said I hate you and I need you in the same breath.

When they pulled apart, Sevika’s voice was low, like a threat dipped in honey. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Always were. Always fuckin’ will be.”

Her girl giggled, breathless. “You’re insane.”

Sevika lit another cigar, not breaking eye contact. “So are you.”

Sevika dragged her out of the club by the wrist, not caring who was watching. Her cigar hung from the edge of her mouth, lips curled into something just shy of a snarl. The girl didn’t resist—no, she never did when Sevika got like this. She lived for it.

Laughing as she stumbled behind her like a pretty little puppet on fire.

“Where we going, baby?” she teased, half-dragged through the alleyway, eyes wide with manic glee. “You gonna punish me, huh? Gonna teach your dirty little girl a lesson?”

Sevika didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

She slammed her against the wall the second they were out of sight. The metal of her arm hit the brick behind the girl’s head with a clang, caging her in. Her other hand wrapped around her throat—not tight, just enough to remind her who she was dealing with.

The girl gasped, grinning through her teeth. “Oh, Sev… missed you.”

“Don’t talk.” Sevika’s voice was low, gravel and heat. “I’m still deciding if I’m gonna kiss you or kill you.”

“You could do both,” her girl whispered, hips grinding forward, head tilted back against the wall. “You always liked to multitask.”

Sevika’s jaw clenched. Her jealousy sat like acid in her stomach—burning through restraint, logic, all of it. The way this girl acted like Sevika didn’t own her anymore—like she wasn’t hers to touch, to wreck, to ruin—it made something feral crawl out of her.

“You think they can do what I do?” Sevika growled, leaning in until her mouth brushed her ear. “Think any of those idiots you fuckin’ crawled on top of made you scream the way I do?”

Her girl moaned at the sound, biting her lip, hands clawing at Sevika’s coat.

“They didn’t,” Sevika answered for her, mouth now at her jaw. “They couldn’t. No one makes you come like I do. No one breaks you like I do.” She shoved her thigh between her legs, grinning when her girl whimpered. “They don’t know you.”

“I hate you,” her girl gasped, eyes wide, pupils blown out. “I fucking hate you.”

“Yeah?” Sevika purred. “Say it louder while I’ve got my cock inside you.”

And that was it. The last thread of sanity snapped like a neck in the dark.

Sevika’s mouth crushed hers again, this time messier, hungrier—possessive. Her hand moved fast, slipping up her thigh, dragging her dress up past her hips and pulling down her own pants enough to make her cock spring up. No games now. She needed her. Needed to prove something.

That she was the only one.

That no matter how many people touched her girl, Sevika had ruined her first.

Marked her soul. Carved her name into her heart like a fucking brand.

Sevika pushed her tip into her tight hole, eliciting a whine from her girl, her hips bucking up into her, bottoming out.

“I should leave you right here,” Sevika said, low and venomous, her eyes locked on hers like they were knives buried deep. “Let you keep fuckin’ around like some cheap little thing.”

Her girl whimpered like a kicked dog.

Sevika’s face was unreadable as she took another drag of her cigar, eyes never leaving hers.

“ You would love that, huh?” she said coolly, watching the desperation in her girl’s face build into panic.

“I—fuck—Sevika, please, don’t stop—”

“Who do belong to, slut?” Sevika growled, hand tightening around her throat just enough.

Her girl’s breath hitched, lip trembling. “You.” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

“Louder.” Sevika growled as she pulled back before slamming all the way in

“I’M YOURS!” she screamed, hips grinding like her life depended on it.

And then Sevika gave her everything. Harsh, unrelenting, claiming every inch like she was burning away the memory of anyone else who’d ever touched her.

She pumped her cock into her slicked hole, eliciting a squelch from her girls sopping cunt.

It filled her so good— so full.

All those bastards she had slept with were nowhere near compared to Sevika. Never reached the depths Sevika did, how she was right now, thrusting her cock into her with pure anger and possessiveness, her tip pulsing with want.

The alley echoed with gasps and wet kisses, with Sevika’s low, growled curses and her girl’s begging.

They didn’t stop until she was shaking in Sevika’s arms, barely able to stand.

Sevika held her there, one arm wrapped tightly around her, forehead against hers, both of them covered in sweat, lipstick, bruises, and madness.

Neither of them spoke. They didn’t have to.

She wasn’t just Sevika’s girl.

She was Sevika’s religion. Her addiction. Her poison and cure all wrapped into one pretty little disaster.

Her girl giggled breathlessly, clenching and unclenching around Sevika as if she wasn’t at the brink of collapsing if it weren’t for Sevika holding her upright.

Sevika couldn’t help but smile sinisterly, burying her face into her neck, leaving marks and bruises like never before.

This was all she wanted— needed.

“Mine.” Sevika growled out, pressing down on the bulge she had created on her girls stomach.

She gasped before falling into her psychotic little giggles again.

“Yours.”

I tried a 3rd pov… and it sucks😔 if I do make a pt 2 ill make it in a 2nd pov 🙁

[sevikasfuckdoll-deactivated2025]

Being protective over her and keeping her away from "sick fucks" knowing damn well I'm a sick fuck

[littlelovelunette-deactivated20]

@cookiesandclaudia with me

[cookiesandclaudia]

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[littlelovelunette-deactivated20]

@cookiesandclaudia HEHEHEHHEHE do you wanna like fuck until we lose all inhibitions? HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE just a thought baby 🎀

[cookiesandclaudia]

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[sapphicstrawcore-deactivated202]

i like you, im keeping you, you’re my child now

I like you, you’re my mom now, take this macaroni necklace I just made for you and Lunette

[cookiesandclaudia]

ima wear this necklace for the rest of my life btw