Please don't bring author drama in my blog 😭😭😭 quite frankly I'm sick of it and I think fandom spaces should start acting like fandom spaces instead of acting like journalists. No shade to anyone, just leave me out of this, my mental health can't take any of this 🥹
no offense but the cutest thing to me is random little kisses like not even, on the lips just, when someone kisses you on the temple or like? the top of your head or anywhere honestly its just really cute and I'm suffering
You were positioned on your hands and knees, staring at the lump of pillows under your body to keep you supported in case your limbs got tired.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Sevika asked, voice quiet although you knew fully well she had all the experience in the world.
Up until now you’d both only just played with one of your holes and you knew that that wasn’t something Sevika was probably used to, since she did have plenty of experience… for both holes. You wanted to see all of her firsthand so you suggested that this was the best time to give your anal virginity to her.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” you replied confidently, “just… be sure to use tons of lube.”
“You do realise lube’s just supposed to make it a tiny bit easier right? I need you to relax, too.”
“Yeah, I do… I’m ready.”
“Alright then,” Sevika poured a generous amount of lube over her hand as she massaged the liquid around your rim and drove a little bit of it inside while her thick fingers continued playing around the rim, warning you up for what was to come.
“Don’t hold back…”
“Just let me know if it hurts too much, okay?”
“Mhm…”
Sevika’s fingers disappeared inside slowly as she pumped inside two fingers. The lube made an awfully embarrassing squelching sound as her fingers went inside. You were tight around her digits even if you tried your best to relax despite the intruding fingers.
“Does that feel good?”
“A bit weird.”
“You don’t have to like it, y’know?” Sevika chuckled, “I’ll be okay if you’re not into this.”
“We haven’t even tried everything yet. Besides, it’s too early to tell.”
Sevika smiled and kissed the centre of your back, “my brave girl.”
You couldn’t help blushing when she said that. You enjoyed it whenever she praised you. Trying new things in the bedroom wasn’t new. You were quite a couple years younger than her, and quite a bit inexperienced in comparison to her so it was only natural—what was experimentation to you was the norm to Sevika and she never minded when you didn’t like certain things.
It was all a patient process after all.
“I think you can add another finger,” you muttered.
“Y’sure?”
“Positive.”
Sevika pushed in a third finger, it disappeared inside along the rest and she pulled back slowly before pumping in. You winced softly and closed your eyes tightly, making Sevika pause instantly.
“Y’okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. I was just shocked, that’s all.”
Sevika smiled and nodded as her fingers continued pumping in. Your tight hole relaxed around her fingers and invited them inside eventually. It started feeling good. You had never felt something like this before. It was… a little overwhelming as well. So much so, you could already feel your cunt starting to drip with arousal.
“Sev, oh…” your hand reached between your legs to rub your neglected clit, “mmmmph, that feels so good. Sev, I want your strap, now. Please?”
“If you ask so nicely,” she pulled her fingers out and wiped them off, guiding the head of her strap to your slightly gaping ass.
She aligned the bulbous tip against your tight pucker and drove inside with a merciless thrust. You gasped and shoved your face into the pillow as she started thrusting.
“Y’lemme know if it hurts, mm’kay?”
“Yes, yes, fuck!”
You clenched around the dick as Sevika fucked you. Every thrust inside produced a sleek wet sound of all the lube. Your ass just easily swallowed it every time she thrusted inside.
“There we go, baby. You’re becoming my perfect little fucktoy. Does that feel good, hmm? Getting your ass wrecked?”
“Yeah,” you moaned into the pillows, “fuck, it feels so good. So… so good.”
Your hand remained between your legs, frantically rubbing your swollen-with-need clit. Your thighs were a shaky mess. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop.
You needed that orgasm that was already building.
The strap slammed inside. You screamed into the pillow.
“Sevika! Oh God—I’m cumming!”
She turned you over, flipping you onto your back so you laid there, chest heaving with every heavy breath you took. Your cunt clenched around nothing, a needy fucking mess that Sevika hadn’t touched all night. She slammed deep in your ass and pressed on your tummy, on that fucking bulge already forming there from how hard she was fucking your poor once-virgin ass.
“You’re all mine now.” She kissed the centre of your chest, face between your tits.
i really need sevika and reader after their first big fight? maybe sev leaves the house for a couple of hours and regrets it when she sees crazy worried texts from reader? im not suuure i just wanna read some anggsstbebrh
It had been quite some time since Sevika left the house, enraged, slamming the door shut so hard that it rattled on its hinges. You knew she didn’t mean to scare you. You knew she’d never physically hurt you but you couldn’t help flinching every time she got physical—not with you—but with objects around you.
Sometimes she hurled dishes into the sink—just so that you didn’t hurt yourself picking up the pieces or stepping over the shards accidentally and sometimes it’s this; a door slammed so shut you’re worried that a weak gust of wind might knock it down.
The weather outside wasn’t good. It’s raining heavily and the large drops of rainwater are pattering loudly against the window as you stay curled up on a single seater couch, legs hugged to your chest.
You missed Sevika even if you’re mad at her. You’ve texted her several times in a row and she hadn’t bothered to check. Maybe that’s because Sevika wasn’t really the kind of person to rely a lot on her phone, but either way you’re worried and the only way of contacting her is through your phone.
You’d called, it’d gone straight to voicemail. You didn’t know if she’s okay, or if she was just avoiding you. If she needed space, she’d surely text you that, right?
“Sevika, please, stop ignoring me. Where are you?”
“I’m worried y’know?”
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Text me back fast, please. I’m getting really worried.”
“Sev. It’s freezing outside. We don’t have to talk about things right now, just come back home, please.”
She didn’t see a single text. She didn’t respond either.
—
When the front door opened and closed, you got up so fast and bolted down the hall.
“Where have you been?”
She was soaked to the bone, water dripping down short strands of dark silky hair as she took off her shoes at the entrance.
“Outside,” she replied shortly.
“I texted you.”
“... Oh.”
She took out her soaking wet phone from her jacket pocket and jammed her thumb into the power button, but of course, the device was as good as dead. You sighed and before she could react—
You hugged her. Tight.
“... M’sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say all those things and I didn’t mean to chase you outta the house and I feel horrible and you’re gonna get sick now. It’s all gonna be my fault—”
“Hey,” Sevika tilted your chin up to meet her eyes, “you’re okay.”
You sniffled, tears already clouding your vision, “you promise?”
“I promise. Now come on, let’s go inside.”
You nodded, wiping at your eyes as you followed Sevika down the hall and to the bedroom. She slipped out of her wet clothes while you fetched her a towel.
You sat by the edge of the bed as you watched Sevika changing into dry clothes.
“I’m sorry too,” she finally said as she climbed into bed with you.
“I know—”
“No, I’m really sorry.”
“...”
“I shouldn’t have broken your favourite mug just because I was angry.”
“... It’s okay. We can always get a new one.”
“No, I know how much it meant to you. You never drink your morning coffee without it.”
You smiled through your freshly gathering tears, “I know, but it’s okay.”
“Don’t wanna talk about it right now?”
“Yeah, I don’t… is that okay?”
“Always.”
She pulled you closer with one arm and let you rest your head against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat as the warmth of the blanket engulfed you both. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of her embrace, and the sound of the rain outside.
Even if you both weren’t exactly done with the fight… for now, what mattered was that Sevika was okay.
Morning wood was always a sloppy job to take care of especially when Sevika was already pinning you down on your stomach, hastily pulling your hip up. “Fuck, baby, we gotta do fast,” she whispered into your ear as fucked herself into you.
You groaned into the pillow as her thick cock filled you up. “Gosh, why?”
“... Gotta piss.”
You smirked, “just finish your business inside.”
“Sure, princess,” Sevika grumbled, ramming into you, “don’t think you can handle all that.”
“You’d be surprised,” you said, pushing back.
She grabbed your hip harder, fingers digging into your soft, unmarked skin, “yeah no. Don’t move.”
“Mm?”
“Let me take care of you.”
You grinned into the pillow as Sevika started fucking into you harder. You moaned, lips parting as drool ran down your lips and smeared onto the pillow.
“Fuuuck…”
“Gosh, you’re so tight,” Sevika kissed the side of your neck, pinning you down with a big broad hand splayed over the centre of your back.
Every thrust inside left you breathless, tight cunt stretched around her dick as she fucked you mercilessly.
“Oh… oh!” You clutched the sheets as you finished around her.
She groaned, “f-fuck, gotta pull out for—”
“No, do it inside!” You said, voice cracking softly.
Sevika’s eyes widened, “what?” But before she could react, it slipped—warm liquid filling you up.
“Oh…” you moaned into the pillow, feet kicking down as you trembled, “fuuuck, it feels so good. So fuckin’ good…”
Instead of some specific request, you should just write whatever you want with Sevika x reader for one of your drabbles. Whether it's fluff, smut, angst, femme4femme, butch4butch, etc, is completely up to you!!
If you were nicsslvt, sorry I don’t really keep up with that kind of thing:
I remember you responding to asks in a really predatory way, were you the one who claimed to have a puppyboy butch? Sorry, I could totally be off the mark but I think it was you
Yeah it was me, and it wasn't predatory at all because he wanted me to publicly announce that I was dating him + he's only like a week older than I am 💔🥹
How it feels like falling for Sevika when you have never dated a woman before:
She made you feel a lot of things and you’d only just met her at the bar. Short dark hair, twinkling silver eyes and—God… that smile… every inch of her was all confidence and swagger. You couldn’t help finding that so fucking attractive. The way she flirted with you like she knew she was hot, like she knew you were already falling for her…
But that’s the thing. You had never ever been in a relationship with a woman. You had lesbian friends who constantly advised against it, but weren’t exactly really fond of your dating life with men either—maybe you just had bad luck dating in general regardless of gender?
You didn’t know. But there was something about her. Something about her that made you feel like… you should try giving this a chance but you didn’t know if it was a good idea. You didn’t even know how it worked and that part probably sucked the most.
You’d never dated a woman before…
“Hey,” you heard a voice—you turned—it was her, she held out a hand holding your phone, “you left this behind.”
“... Oh, sorry,” you took it with a clumsy smile, “I’m—very—uh—entirely… I’m really clumsy, and forgetful,” you stammered over your words, quickly slipping your phone in your purse.
“Right…” Sevika said with a smirk that could have you undressing in the middle of the street, “... Be sure to remember yourself then, haha.”
“... Yes. Yes. Of course. Why’d I forget myself? That’s silly, that’s so—”
“I’m Sevika, by the way.”
Your cheeks warmed. “I’m y/n… nice to meet you, Sevika.”
Her name on your tongue sounded so sweet, she could hear it forever. She leaned back, hands in her pockets.
“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Yeah, you were smitten.
Sevika moved closer, just enough for you to be able to smell the mix of smoke and alcohol on her. You swallowed thickly.
“I would love to take you out if you’re up for it.”
“I mean, I’m not sure. I’d love to, but I’ve never just, um, you know, I’ve never dated a woman before. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come off as rude, I just don’t know—”
“It’s okay,” Sevika chuckled, “you don’t gotta make any decisions right away.”
You nervously fidgeted with your sleeve, “thanks…”
“Of course.”
—
Back at home, you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. What about Sevika made her so special? Something about the way she treated you, how she didn’t force you to take any rash decisions, how she remained patient with you.
You rolled over and buried your face into the pillow.
“But I don’t like women like that…”
A little correction to your thoughts; you don’t like other women.
You like Sevika.
With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone and texted Sevika—
“I think I’ve made up my mind. I’d love to go on a date with you, if you’re still interested…”
“Of course, I am. But before that, I wanna take you shopping.”
“That’s unnecessary, I don’t have money like that.”
“Who said you’re spending anything?”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see tomorrow.”
—
The next day, Sevika took you out shopping. Dresses you’d never dared trying on before hung from the bar as you stared at yourself in the mirror.
“I’m not so sure…”
“Take your time, we’ve got all day,” Sevika smiled, leaning against the doorway of the fitting room.
“I know, I’m just…—no one’s ever done something like this for me.”
“Why’s that, sweet?”
Sevika reached over, knuckles brushing over your cheek like you were something precious. You felt your breath hitch.
“I don’t know… I guess no one’s really bothered.”
“Well, you deserve the best,” she said as she pushed one of the dresses you picked forward for you to try.
“Thanks…”
The dress hugged your curves perfectly. You could see behind you, Sevika stood, leaned against a wall, eyes trained on you like she was seeing you for the first time.
“How do I look?” You asked softly, turning to look her in the eye.
“You’re gorgeous,” Sevika crossed the tiny trial room with two wide strides, “fuckin’ perfect,” she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against her body.
“Thank you,” you murmured, “I really like this one.”
“Mhm?” Sevika looked at the mirror, “we’re gettin’ it then.”
It wasn’t even the money that made your heart beat faster. It was the intention. It was how she held you, it was how she complimented you and took care of your needs.
“Come on,” she opened the door for you, “let’s go pay.”
It was all the little things she did for you that made you fall harder. Maybe it was time to stop denying all your feelings, and just give into it…
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