hiii, could you do sevika punishing reader by only fucking her in anal?? thank youu
cw: dom!top!sevika x bottom!sub!reader, anal finger, anal strapping, face slapping
a/n: guess who's back :3 i hope you like it nonny <33
you lie on your back in the dim light of sevika's room, wrists bound loosely to the bed with leather straps that bite just enough to remind you of your place.
sevika's eyes rake over your naked body, lingering on the slick heat between your thighs where your pussy aches for attention. but tonight, that's not what she's giving you.
"my sweet girl," she coos, her voice laced with mockery as she climbs onto the bed, her knees digging into the mattress. she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear, the strap already buckled around her waist.
"you thought you could mouth off to me in front of all those people? thought i'd let that slide?" her calloused hand trails up your inner thigh, fingers dancing close to your dripping folds but never quite touching.
you whimper, hips bucking instinctively toward her hand, but she pulls back with a chuckle, slapping your cheek lightly. just enough to sting and make your eyes water. "tch. none of that. that pretty little pussy gets nothing tonight. you deserve to be taught a lesson."
sevika shifts, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirting a generous amount onto her fingers. she spreads your legs wider, hooking one over her shoulder to expose you fully. you shiver from the cold sensation as she circles your ass, pressing one finger in slowly, stretching you with deliberate care.
"there we go," she murmurs, cooing softly while her free hand slaps your face again, harder this time, the sharp crack echoing in the room. your skin burns, a mix of pain and thrill shooting straight to your core, but she ignores the way your pussy clenches emptily, untouched and throbbing.
she adds a second finger, scissoring them inside you, working your ass open with patient thrusts. "such a good girl for me now, aren't you? taking it like you should have from the start" her tone is all false sweetness, her thumb brushing your clit just once. teasing, before she withdraws completely, leaving you gasping. another slap lands on your other cheek, turning your face to the side as she lines up the strap's head against your prepared hole.
she works it inside inch by inch, filling your ass with a delicious stretch that makes your toes curl. she doesn't rush, savouring your gasps, her hands pinning your hips down as she bottoms out, the base of the strap grinding against her own clit through the harness.
your pussy weeps, slick trailing down to where she's buried in your ass. "look at you, so wet and desperate." she slaps your face once more, the impact making your body jolt as she speeds up, fucking your ass with deep strokes. "maybe you'll finally learn your place hm?"
sweat beads on her skin, her mechanical arm bracing beside your head while her flesh hand alternates between gripping your thigh and delivering sharp slaps to your cheeks. left, right, leaving red marks that throb in time with her thrusts. "my poor girl," she teases, leaning down to nip at your jaw.
hiiii I love your fics they're so yummy. would you mayhaps write something about brat tamer!Ambessa punishing her bad girl? Perhaps w some spanking đ§
cw: dom!ambessa x fem!reader, brat tamer!ambessa, spanking, oral (ambessa receiving), not proofread
ambessa's heavy boots echo through the dimly lit chamber as she storms in, her muscular frame towering over your body curled up defiantly on the bed. "you think you can mouth off to me in front of the council and get away with it?" ambessa growls, her voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine
you shrug, flipping your hair. "maybe if you weren't such a-" your words cut off as ambessa's massive hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you up and bending you over the edge of the bed. "you've been given far too much freedom to speak" her free hand hikes up your skirt to expose your bare ass, practically begging for correction
the first smack lands hard, ambessa's palm connecting with a sharp crack that makes you yelp. "count them" she orders, her breath hot against your ear. "one!" you gasp, your body jolting. another blow follows, harder. "two!" heat blooms across your skin, a mix of pain and arousal pooling between your thighs
ambessa doesnt hold back, her strikes rhythmic and firm, each one pushing you closer to your breaking point. by the tenth, tears flood your eyes, your skin burning, pussy dripping onto the sheets. "please, 'bessa. 'm sorry'' you whimper, voice breaking
ambessa pauses, rubbing your heated flesh with her calloused hands. "took you long enough" she flips you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. "now, show me how sorry you are" your hands tremble as you reach for ambessa's belt, eager to get your mouth on her
your fingers fumble with the buckle, yanking her belt free. you tug down her pants, exposing her slick, swollen pussy. trembling, you lean in, lips parting to lick her folds. moaning at the taste of her, you suck greedily on her clit, tongue delving inside as you lap deeper
ambessa groans, her hand gripping your hair, grinding against your face. "that's it, worship it" she groans, bucking into your mouth. juices coat your chin as you moan, nose buried in her heat, but you don't stop
her thighs clamp tight, body shuddering. with a guttural roar, she throws her head back, shivering as she cums. you swallow eagerly, gasping as she pulls away, smearing the last drops across your lips
satisfied, ambessa smirks, zipping up. "forgiven. for now."
cw: this is absolutely horrible and im sorry, mean dom!sevika, strap usage, name calling, tiny bit of hair pulling, piltie!r
rivals. that's what you and sevika were. a pure bred zaunite and a pure bred piltie. oil and water.
you hated the way she looked at you with an unreadable look in her eyes whenever you went to visit silco to talk about the new games his people were playing.
you hated the way she scoffed at your posh language, the way she was bigger than you in every way, the way she placed her hand on the small of your back to lead you out of the room.
it definitely didn't make you blush, and it definitely didnt make your body tingle. and most definitely, it did not soak your underwear. not at all. that would be horrendous.
but if those things werent true, then why the fuck were you bent over her desk right now?
"sev-" you gasp, your cheek pressed against the rough wooden desk. "fucking touch me already" you say, attempting to keep your voice even as she presses her deep purple strap against your clothed cunt, teasing your clit over the soft cotton fabric of your underwear.
she huffs, squeezing the flesh of your plump ass. "youre drippin' through your underwear. how pathetic" she pulls back, leaving your skin burning with the memory of her touch.
the sudden absence of pressure makes your breath hitch, your fingers curling against the desk. for a second, all you hear is the low hum of the undercity beyond the walls and the sharp, uneven rhythm of your own breathing.
she pulls your arms behind your back, holding both your wrists with one hand as she leans over your body, her hot breath tickling your ear. "listen here" she growls. "i dont care how powerful you are. right now, you're a worthless whore to me. and i will fuck you how i want, where i want, and you will do nothin' but take it. understood?"
you nod wordlessly, almost drooling on the table as you arch your back in an attempt to gain some much needed friction. sevika hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling the elastic and letting it snap against your skin.
"just-" you grit your teeth, rubbing your clothed cunt on her thigh. "please" you beg. "fuck me"
sevika grips your hair and pulls your head back, forcing your back to arch. "are you always this irritating?" she huffs, ripping the panties off. you shiver as the cold air hits your cunt, your thighs messy with your own arousal.
"fuckin' hell" she groans. "might jus' be the prettiest fuckin' pussy ive ever seen" without warning, she shoves her strap inside you, stretching out your walls. you groan as she begins moving her hips, her skin slapping against yours in a perfect rhythm.
"that's it," she mutters. "take every inch like the desperate slut you are" her free hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles that make your knees buckle. she groans at the fucked out sight of you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the strap bottoming out and hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
"look at you,' she taunts, leaning down again, her breasts pressing into your back through her shirt. "all that piltie pride, reduced to begging for my cock. bet your little friends would love to see you like this. spread open and leaking" she punctuates her words with a sharp thrust, her fingers speeding up on your clit until you're trembling, on the edge.
you clench around her, trying to hold on, but it's too much. "sevika- fuck, 'm gonna come" you whimper. she drives deeper, her grip on your wrists tightening like iron cuffs. sevika's breath comes in heavy pants now, her control fraying as she watches your face contort in pleasure. "come for me" she growls finally, her fingers tending to your clit, rubbing fast and rough. "fuckin' moan for me like you mean it"
your orgasm rips through you, walls spasming around the strap as you cry out her name. juices squirt out around her, soaking her thighs, the desk, everything. she doesn't stop, fucking you through it, prolonging the bliss until you're oversensitive, twitching beneath her.
only when you're boneless does she pull out, the strap slick with your cum. she straightens, wiping her brow, eyes dark with lingering lust. "we're not done yet" she says, voice husky. "get on your knees. time to return the favour"
cw: fluff . smut . sevikaâs grey hairs ⊠older gf!sevika . insecurity . age gap . praise . reassurance . soft dom!vika . teasing . fingering . horny to tender to horny .
sevikaâs lap is always comfortable, warm and strong when youâre sitting on it. chest to chest, you legs wrapping her hips, her huge hands resting on your waist, pulling you closer, closer and closer.
she tilts her head, yeah you know that look. the look when sheâs horny as fuck, wanting to fuck, everything about fuck fuck and fucking. the iâve been thinking about this for ten minutes and iâm done waiting look, time to rail you.
she just always is that needy at times like this.
her thumb drags along your side, she kisses you more passionately. at the sides of your mouth, down to your neck. now she wants to remove your shirt.
and then you ruin that moment.
âwow,â you mutter, âthereâs more grey hairs than last time, sevi.â
dead silence. you expected that your words would turn her on more and sheâll continue. but no! she freezes! her whole body goes still under you, like someone hit pause. the tension doesnât disappear. it just⊠freezes. crystallises.
you lean back a little, squinting at her hair like youâre inspecting art in a museum.
âoh wow sev, i didnât expect that to be a moodkiller. and yeah,â you say. âright here, and here, andââ you reach up.
sevika catches your wrist immediately.
âdonât,â she says, her jaw tightens, eyes flick away.
there it is. that stupid, quiet insecurity she never talks about. the one that lives right under her confidence like a cracked tile.
âi should dye it againâŠâ she adds, like sheâs annoyed, not hurt.
âmakes me lookââ
you lean forward before she can finish⊠to kiss her grey hairs! not her mouth. not her cheek. right at her temple, where the grey strands curl stubbornly against dark roots.
itâs a slow, deliberate wet kiss. almost tender enough to sting.
she inhales sharply.
âdonât dye it,â you murmur, lips still there. âi love it, sevika.â
her hands tighten at your waist like she needs proof youâre for real and not about to laugh.
you kiss another streak of grey. then another. then another, then another! soft presses. counting them like theyâre constellations.
âyouâre not allowed to like it,â she says quietly. âit makes me look old.â
you pull back just enough to look at her but oh, she wonât meet your eyes.
âit makes you look HOT, lived-inâ you say, âlike youâve survived things, like you work hard, which of course you do.â
that finally gets her she looks up at you then. something warm flickering behind the eyes of irritation.
âyouâre weird,â she mutters.
you grin and kiss her greyâs again, right above her ear.
âand baby, you secretly love this,â you whisper.
she exhales, long and tired and fond.
ââŠdonât tell anyone.â
her forehead drops against your shoulder. the tension creeps back in, slower now, deeper and sweeter.
and this time, when her thumb moves at your waist again, she doesnât stop you from touching her hair. she keeps going, undressing you⊠carrying you to bed while you stroke her hair⊠pumping her fingers in and out of you as you moan her name sweetly till you finally get your well deserved orgasm.
âyouâre such a sweetheart arenât ya?â sevika kisses your cheek once youâre well-spent.
i will only write for arcane women, mainly sevika and ambessa but requests for other characters are welcome!
i will write:
fluff, angst, (filthy) smut
i will not write:
omegaverse stuff (maybe i will eventually, im js not well informed about it right now), scat, piss, incest, gore, illegal age gaps, ageplay, stuff like that
my requests are never really closed, but i will only write the ones that i actually think i can write in a satisfactory way. also please be patient with me, im a student and might take time to respond.
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