their bedrooms are literally wall to wall, meaning you both can hear EVERYTHING.
reader sings loudly whenever she's home… from SZA to Ariana to Megan to Laufey… Sevika hears it all & has got to add some pretty good songs to her playlist
reader literally screams in her sleep. they're not nightmares screams though... she dreams about being a cowgirl which results in her screaming "YEE HAW" & "GIDDY UP" .. sevika regrets questioning her in the lobby that one day
sevika does workouts in her bedroom 3 days out of the week..always at 4am.. wayyy before reader wakes up.. groaning and grunting and slamming her weights down.. reader, unaware she's working out, asks sevika in the elevator one day "are you dexter or something..?" sevika just smirks and walks out the elevator leaving reader slightly confused and frightened
reader suspects that sevika is a hit woman or perhaps wanted by the fbi.. she collects evidence and creates a presentation that she presents to her friends titled "reasons i suspect my neighbor is fbi's most wanted"... nobody takes her seriously..
power went out one day, whole apartment building was completely blacked out. sevika, who has slowly gained a soft spot for reader, invites her over after hearing her ear piercing scream and her chanting "NO NO NO NO NO N-"
during the power outage, sevika lights candles around them as they both sit in the living room in silence. reader sighs loudly and glances towards sevika, she goes to speak but sevika groans and mumbles "just shut up" and kisses her
sevika sits there with a smug smile on her face while reader doesn't speak for the next hour and a half withw flushed face.
you apologizing for crying while i fuck you is the sweetest thing. you think i’m not doing this specifically to see those tears?
because… it is. it’s exactly what i’m after. i want to see you cry. i’m working toward it. every movement of my fingers is calculated. every angle chosen specifically to overwhelm you. to push you past what you can handle. to make those tears inevitable.
the first tear that falls? that’s when i know i’ve got you. that’s when everything in me lights up. when i know i’m doing it right. getting you exactly where i need you. vulnerable. overstimulated. unable to hold it back anymore.
and i don’t want you to hold it back. i want more. want to see your face crumple. want to watch your eyes fill up and spill over. want to see mascara run if you’re wearing it. want to see that raw unfiltered emotion pouring out of you because of what i’m doing to your body.
it’s not just about the tears themselves. it’s about what they mean. that you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that your body doesn’t know what else to do. that i’ve pushed you so far past your normal state that crying is the only response left. that you’re completely at my mercy and your body is showing it.
i love the conflict on your face. how you’re embarrassed by crying but can’t stop. how you’re trying to wipe them away while still grinding on my fingers. how you’re apologizing while your body begs for more. the contradiction makes it even better. makes me want to push harder.
and i do push harder. because seeing you cry doesn’t make me ease up. it makes me want to wreck you further. makes me want to see how much more you can take. how many more tears i can pull from you. how completely i can break you down while building you up.
the way you look when you’re crying from pleasure is burned into my brain. eyes red and swollen. cheeks wet and flushed. mouth open. vulnerable. no walls. no pretense. just raw honest reaction to being overwhelmed. it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.
i want to catch your tears. taste the salt. feel the evidence of what i’m doing to you on my fingers. on my lips. want to watch them fall while i keep going. while i don’t give you a break. while i push you toward another orgasm that’ll make you cry even harder.
because you crying while cumming? that’s everything to me. that’s the goal. watching your face contort with pleasure and overwhelm at the same time. watching tears stream while your body shakes. watching you completely lose yourself because it’s too much and so good and you can’t process both at once.
and there’s something about the trust in it... that you’re letting me see you like this. crying because i’m making you feel so good you can’t contain it. that you trust me enough to not hide. to not hold back. to just let the tears fall while i keep touching you.
i’m absolutely obsessed with the sounds too. how your voice breaks when you try to speak through tears. how you hiccup between sobs. how you gasp and cry at the same time. it’s messy and real and so much better than composed.
the humiliation aspect makes it even better. watching you embarrassed by your own tears. watching you try to apologize. try to explain. try to regain some control. and me not letting you. me telling you how pretty you look. how perfect. how i want more.
i want you crying so hard you can barely breathe. crying so hard you’re hiccuping. crying so hard your whole body shakes with it. and i want to be the reason. want my fingers. my mouth. my words. my actions to be what breaks you down that completely.
but here’s the thing. it’s not cruel. it’s not about actual sadness or pain. it’s about overwhelming pleasure. about pushing you so far into feeling good that your nervous system short circuits. that your body’s only outlet is tears.
and after? after i’ve pulled every tear from you that i can? i want to hold you. want to wipe your face gently. want to tell you how perfect you were. how beautiful you looked. how much i loved watching you fall apart like that. want to give you all the gentleness and care to balance the intensity of what i just put you through.
because the tears aren’t the end goal exactly. the tears are proof. proof that i took you somewhere beyond normal. somewhere overwhelming. somewhere you couldn’t control your response. and that’s what i’m really after. that loss of control. that complete surrender. those tears are just the most visible, most honest evidence of it.
so no. don’t apologize for crying. don’t try to hold it back. don’t be embarrassed. give me those tears freely. let me watch them fall. let me know i’m devastating you in the best way. let me see exactly how much you’re feeling.
because i’ll never get tired of it. never get tired of watching you cry while i make you cum. never get tired of seeing that perfect broken expression. never get tired of knowing i can reduce you to tears just by making you feel too good.
that’s exactly what i want. exactly what i’m working toward. exactly what makes everything worth it.
your tears are a gift. and i’m going to keep earning them.
G!p Sevika who loves rubbing her cock through your folds while you've still got your panties on. Loves watching your pussy get all puffy and needy as her shaft rubs against your clit though she always stops before you can let go, she likes you needy, likes you desperate.
She loves making a mess inside the lace and making you walk around with the reminder for the rest of the day, her mess and mark possessively tucked away. Something for her. Something for you to remind you exactly who you belong to.
Synopsis: After weeks of being on the road with Sevika you knew your time was coming to an end... after the break up and everything that has happened after, all you wanted to do was leave, move far away and forget everything. People in your own town already thought you'd left, little did they know the situation you found yourself trapped in.
Wc: 1.6k
Warnings: G!p Sevika, she is absolutely unhinged and deranged, kidnapping + being knocked out, restraints, begging, masturbation, praise, dacryphilia, mocking, oral (s!receiving), hair pulling, choking, knife play (for Sevika, it's not 'play' for reader).
It wasn't a great plan, not by a long shot but it was your only option. You'd only originally agreed to go with Sevika that very first night because you were exhausted, cold, tired and heartbroken. Not thinking about the long term and now you were stuck with her.
Sevika had gotten slightly better, she showers at least once a fortnight now which was better than the state she was in when you met her, though her musky, sweaty smell was always lingering and no matter how well she cleaned under those fingernails they grew black every single time.
At the next truck stop you'd run. No stopping to call somebody -anybody- for help. You would run, keep running until you were far away with a headstart while she was inside picking up supplies. Like you thought... not a great plan, but it was a plan.
As expected, it didn't go to plan... in fact Sevika had some sort of sixth sense apparently, foreseeing you trying to run away from her- and she wasn't having that.
In the sandals a size too big for you that Sevika had so kindly gotten you… you take off the minute she opens the store door. First mistake. Too early. With your shoes flopping about and your feet slipping out of them it slowed you down, on top of the fact Sevika was giant and each three steps of yours were one of hers... you didn't make it out of the gas station before she hauled you back against her, one greasy, oil slicked hand over your nose and mouth.
"Bad girl... think you can run away from me hm? Think you can get rid of me? No no no dollface... you're mine now. I thought I made that clear- but don't you worry that pretty little head. I'll help you understand." She tuts as she drags you back to the truck, silencing you with her hand.
Another trucker, an older gentleman sees the struggle and rightly comments on it. "You alright there, miss?"
Sevika answers for you over your muffled cries for help. "It's our dynamic. She loves me chasing her- she'll get a real good pounding when we're home."
The man being a man takes Sevika's words at face value, shrugs, and walks away back to his truck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. It was over. She was going to kill you or even worse... you didn't know what the worse option was but you'd surely find out after this little stunt.
After fighting you and getting you into the truck and forcing you back into the sleeper Sevika sighs. Heavy. Disappointed. "Why'd you ruin that doll? I didn't want to have to do this to you..."
The heavy blow to your head hurt only for a millisecond before everything went black.
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Before you even open your eyes the ache in your head and shoulders forces a pained groan from your lips. And your knees... Everything hurt. As your groggy eyes adjust to the light you realise you have no idea where you are. It looks like some sort of... basement? Though it's kind of nice, with stylish wooden beams along the ceiling, it was almost giving 'cabin in the woods' without the big windows looking out into miles of trees.
Only when you go to rub your eyes do you realise you can't move your arms, let alone your hands. The ache in your shoulders that you'd briefly forgotten about came back with full force. With your arms up in the air, chains were connected to your cuffs, the chains tied to one of the ceiling beams keeping your arms imprisoned above your head. And your knees were barely touching the ground, keeping your torso stretched.
The weak attempts of pulling and tugging at the chains were useless, not to mention painful. "Keep trying to escape, dollface. It's gettin' me off." Sevika. Right... you tried and failed to run.
"Sevika pl-please... let me go please..." With your eyes adjusting to the light, you make out her silhouette in the corner, slumped lazily in a plush armchair.
"Now why would I do that? Where are you going to go, love? Home? You're already a missing person and I hate to break it to you sweetheart but no one is coming for you. Nobody knows where you are." The sharp, grinding sound was unmistakably a knife being sharpened, with each flick of her wrist the rough sound filled the deafening silence.
This was it. She was going to kill you and you couldn't do anything about it.
In a last, desperate attempt to save your own life you pull and thrash at the chains keeping your arms bound above your head and to no avail you make no progress, only further hurting your own shoulders and back. Broken sobs escape you finally, loud, broken wails that did something to Sevika deep down.
The sharpening of her knife stopped as your wails continued. "Beg for me to let you go, dollface."
Without inhibition the words spill from your mouth, sounding almost unrecognisable. "Pl-please! Please just let m-me go h-home! Don't... don't hurt me please I'll stay! I'll stay, I'll be good I promise please just don't h-hurt me!"
The familiar sound of her pants being unbuckled and pulled down goes completely over you as you beg for your life, for your freedom. Wrapping a hand around her angry, leaking shaft Sevika tugs and fists it, hips bucking up as she listens to you promise to be a good girl, to do exactly as she says.
"-anything! Anything you w-want! I'll take it, I'll do it just please... please don't hurt m-me..." your head drops until your chin meets your chest, drool, snot and tears spilling onto the bare skin- because of course Sevika had you chained up naked.
"Easy girl, that's it... begging so pretty for me. You'll do anything, hm?" Her fingers tighten around her shaft, hips fucking her cock up into her hand as she watches you break into a million pieces. Begging for her. Of course you've realised this is where you want to be. Those were definitely tears of shame for trying to run away- Sevika couldn't understand why else you'd be crying.
"A-anything..." your words come out as a broken whisper, throat raw and scratchy. Her heavy footstep growing closer drew your head up, finally meeting her eyes as she stepped into the lights, cock hanging heavy, looking as red and angry as you felt inside. "Open up, dollface. Prove to me how far you'll go to stay with me."
Gripping your chin in her hand she pulls on your lower lip with her thumb, encouraging you to open up and prove your love and loyalty to her. Unable to do anything else you obey, parting your lips and letting your tongue loll out. Sevika slaps the tip of her cock on your tongue a few times, letting you taste the bitter, nasty taste of her pre before her hips thrust forward, stuffing your throat full. "Goddddamn baby- that's it. Good girl."
Both hands move to the back of your head, fisting her hands in your hair as she start to fuck your throat as if it's nothing but a warm hole for her enjoyment. With every thrust of her hips she pulled on your hair, bringing your head down right to her pelvis, nose in her pubic hairs- pulling on your neck and shoulder muscles as they were still chained above your head and now straining against the unnatural movement.
Every cry of pain tightened up your throat, pulsing around her length, teasing Sevika further. "So fucking pretty like this- maybe I'll keep you chained up. You're a lot more obedient this way." The bitter taste of her pre-cum leaking down your throat only made your throat tighten even more as you drool and gag around her shaft.
Controlling your head, Sevika grips your hair harder, keeping you still as she really starts to pound your throat. It was so wet, tight and warm she was ready to let go- on top of watching you cry so sweet and beg for your life so prettily... she could afford to let go. It's not like it was a one and done job, she had you forever now.
Sevika holds your head down, suffocating you in the musky scent of her bush as she spills down your throat, giving you no choice to swallow it or choke. Not wanting to choke you do swallow, as much as you can anyway. When she pulls out the remaining cum you hadn't managed to get down leaks down your chin, creating a beautiful mess- at least in Sevika's eyes.
"Perfect. My obedient girl hm? I knew you could behave, just needed a little encouragement." She pats your cheek condescendingly before sitting back down in her plush, comfy armchair. A stark contrast to the uncomfortable, severely painful position you were in.
Sevika doesn't clean you up, instead opting to walk back over with her knife in hand, crouching down in front of you. "Be good for me. I'm gonna make sure you know exactly where you belong. If you keep on being such a sweet girl for me I'll get you some water, yeah? Your throat must be so sore, dollface."
She tips up your chin with the tip of her knife, demanding eye contact. The look in her eye commanded obedience, there was no other option. "O-okay... I'll be good, I promise I'll be good..."
Sevika smirks, dragging the tip of her knife down your throat and to your chest. The cuts weren't deep, only deep enough for blood to bead at the surface... it still hurt, you still whimpered. Yet you remain still because there is no other option... not if you wanted to make it out alive.
Synopsis: Despite what happened the night you met, staying with Sevika was the best option for now, at least. Over the past two months all she's done is irritate you endlessly then make up for it in the sleeper... until one night she decides to treat you to the luxury of a run-down motel room.
Wc: 1k
Warnings: g!p Sevika, hair pulling, musk kink if you squint, mentions of previous dubious consent, size kink, manhandling, restraining, breeding kink + unprotected sex, Sevika orgasming multiple times embarrassingly quickly. It is implied that Sevika will keep reader hostage if they try to leave but its not kidnapping... yet? 😏
For an embarrassingly long time you rejected her, always turning down her advances despite knowing what she did to you that very first night... and how much you enjoyed it. The past two months though you stayed, having nowhere else to go this was your best option and yet despite her crude remarks and musky scent -which never went away even when she showered in dingy motel rooms- you stayed.
"One room, double bed." The clerk at the desk of said dusty, dingy motel just off the highway barely lifts his head as he grabs a room key and takes Sevika's money.
"Upstairs, last door on the left." Taking the key she swings it around her finger before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs- which she takes two at a time. If you were being kidnapped or held against your will that clerk would have zero clue. Terrible customer service. "Looks like you're sharin' with me dollface."
"I told you to stop calling me that." With exaggerated annoyance you rip your hand from hers, trying to prove the point that you still 'didn't like her'. Even though Sevika has climbed into that sleeper and used your body while your 'asleep' multiple times and you never stop her.
"Why would I stop? Your face gets all scrunchy when I do. It's adorable."
"My face does not get 'scrunchy' thank you very much!!"
"Tell that to your nose. Right now. It's all srunched up and adorable... like a feisty mouse." Just to prove her point Sevika boops your nose. This huge, 6ft something tall, intimidating yet kind of soft, infuriating woman just booped your nose.
"I- you-"
"Feisty mouse." She grins, unlocking the door and ushering you out of the hallway and into the room.
It was going to be a long night, you knew that purely from the way the lights flickered, the bed looked like it was wobbling on one leg and the wallpaper was stained with... something. "This place is gross."
"Beggars can't be choosers, dollface." Your head whips around to tell her off for calling you that but the shit eating grin on her face says it all. She knows exactly what she's doing and nothing you do will stop her.
Yeah. A long, very long night this would be.
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That bed that looked like it was about to break? Now it felt like it was about to break too. With your face pressed into the sheets -which your positive hadn't been washed- Sevika plows into you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair at the scalp with her other free hand on your hip squeezing and kneading the flesh there. "Jesus christ you always feel so good doll..."
Sevika had showered first, leaving you to only get half of a shower before the water ran cold, leaving you freezing- nipples rock hard and body shivering. Was it Sevika's plan so that she could help 'warm you up'? Sure. Did it work? Absolutely.
The obscene 'plap plap plap' of her pelvis hitting the soft flesh of your cheeks with each thrust bounces off the walls, the paper thin walls which almost guarantees that anyone in adjoining rooms could hear you. "S-sevika not so h-hard..." weakly your hands push at her lower stomach, trying to calm her thrusts or slow her down but it's no use she's a well oiled machine from having you around so much- you made the monster now you have to deal with it.
"None 'a that dollface-" her grunts grow huskier, deeper as her hips continue to plow her thick, girthy cock into your cunt which is absolutely betraying you with how sloppy it is and how you tighten around her each time she hits that spot.
Gripping your wrists with one hand Sevika pins them to your lower back rendering you useless, unable to do anything but take it now. Every pump of her hips encourages the already-squeaky bed legs to creak and shake under the weight of both of you and the rapid movement, threatening to collapse beneath you. Sevika is too blissed out in your cunt to care, reveling in the way you walls grip her cock like a velvet sleeve and you're far too gone to be worrying about it- drool forming at the corner of your permanently open mouth, staining the already questionable bedspread.
"Best ah- best fucking pussy I've ever felt." Her hand tightens around your wrist as she grows closer to her orgasm, embarrassingly quickly. Despite having you around for a few weeks and taking what she needs when she needs it Sevika still isn't used to having such a pretty thing available whenever she needs it. For years she's sat alone fucking her grease stained fist for a mediocre release out of necessity.
You were heaven. Sevika's heaven. And there was no chance she was letting you go anytime soon.
Every thrust, every creak of the bed leg only fuels Sevika's feral need for you. There's something about you -young, pretty, so fucking willing- that gets her off like nobody has before. Younger and in her prime she had no trouble with women though growing older and being out on the road put a pin in that... until you came along like an angel sent from the heavens above.
"Gonna fill you up doll... god this pussy is fuckin' perfect..." her moans and groans mingle with your own whines and cries of pleasure as her hips stutter, pace faltering as she finally lets go, releasing the pent up frustration from the past couple of days directly into your warm, open and willing womb.
Feeling the spread of warmth seep into your tummy your body betrays you and you finally allow yourself to let go- to stop holding back and pretending you don't like what she does to you. Pulsing and tightening around her invading shaft your cunt pulses and milks her cock unknowingly making Sevika cum again still buried deep inside. "Jesus christ dollface... keep doin' that and I'll never let you go."
Staying buried deep Sevika manhandles you so that you're both lay down, her spooning you from behind, pressing soft, unexpected kisses to your sweaty skin. "You... weren't going to let me go... anyway." You feel the curve of her lips against you back, confirming your statement without a word.
"No. It's far too lonely out here without you, doll. Need my girl to keep me entertained."
You’re uptight, nerdy almost, and you don’t mind because you’re always so buried in your textbooks that you don’t really acknowledge that Ellie is there sometimes. You have your headphones in whenever you’re reading, so even if she’s calling for you, you don’t really hear her.
But Ellie knows that you do it because you’re pretty introverted, and you don’t really have friends on campus— during the weekends, unlike her, you spend your time reading books.
Your hobby is the reason why you excel at your essays as well, giving you a perfect grade.
When Ellie introduces you to comic books, you both bond over them.
You both get so close that you’re seeing each other naked, sometimes even taking showers together. But you’re not really dating because you, for one, don’t believe in love.
You think that love is propaganda. You think that it’s something made up for making fictional stories sound wholesome.
Ellie, on the other hand, has a massive crush on you. That is definitely love according to her.
You are so against the idea of love. Ellie is sure that if she confessed you might just reject her to her face, that would make her heart break.
It happens on a Friday night when you have just had way too much to drink and stumble back home with one of your heels missing.
Ellie laughs at you at the start, she thinks it’s a little funny that you got this drunk. She doesn’t say much about it, she helps you into the living room and gives you some water to sober up, but you’re so drunk, you spill all the water all over yourself.
So, now Ellie is compelled to change you out of your outdoor clothes just to ensure that you don’t get sick, or at least that’s what she tells herself to justify the stripping.
You’re wearing the laciest pair of lingerie that you own.
Seeing that Ellie’s blood boils just a little bit because she’s jealous “wow, you’re going around saying you don’t believe in love, then plannin’ to be fuckin’ around with some guy, getting in his bed— i bet.”
“Ellie…” you giggle, you’re so fucking drunk.
Ellie rips your lingerie right off.
“I should fuckin’ punish you for bein’ such a whore.” Her voice is full of malice.
She’s rough because she’s angry. She’s being rough because she wants you to know that; you’re not going to get off the hook that easy. You pretend to be chastised while going to the bar in the most provocative underwear ever— Ellie’s not having this.
She likes you better when you’re sweet, breakable, and pure.
The first slap is harsh. It makes your pussy pulse. You’re wet. You’re wet because Ellie pinning you to her bed is turning you on.
“El, that hurts,” your voice is so soft, innocent even.
“Good.”
She doesn’t stop there, she’s nowhere near finishing what she started. The next slap is harder. Your body jolts from pain.
Ellie holds you down firmer, bruising grip making you wince as you paw at her in an attempt to have her stop. She doesn’t move.
“You’re such a fucking idiot thinking I wouldn’t find out about this.”
“I’m sorry, El… I…” your voice trails off.
You’re so drunk you don’t know what you mean to say. She slaps again, you cry out in pain. Your poor little pussy is wet, reddened and sore.
She doesn’t stop there. She folds your body and ties your ankles to the bed frame so she can keep you folded in a mating press. Then comes the huge, heavy strap. It juts out from Ellie’s harness like a fucking monster as she lines it against your slit and pushes— you scream in pain.
“Stop! Oh my gosh!”
Ellie clamps her hand down on your mouth and fucks you harder. Every thrust of her hips makes your cervix ache with a dull pain, the blunt head of the strap abusing your poor hole. You can’t move away, you can’t squirm away. You’re trapped. You’re forced to take it. Your voice is muffled.
“El—... Oh— nghh…”
The sounds your pussy makes it fucking disgusting. Your hole takes her so fucking well— your body is so greedy, so slutty. Ellie’s surprised how you hid it so well.
Ellie rams herself in, “you feel that, baby? That’s all me.”
Yeah, you do feel it and you feel the soreness that’ll settle tomorrow morning too.
cw ; oral, abby is practically making out with your cunt, vibrator used, big clit!abby, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
synopsis ; abby gets off from pleasuring you.
The buzzing of the toy fills the room as Abby holds the vibrator to her own engorged clit—nerves stimulated by the toy’s relentless buzzing. She moves the vibrator up and down on her clit with a shaky hand as her mouth focuses on you.
She’s been eating you out for hours now. You’re exhausted in the best way, your cunt is soaked with her spit and your arousal. You’re twitching, moaning, drooling.
“Abby, I don’t know if I can take anymore,” you say in a meek, small voice.
Abby smirks into your pussy, “you’re gonna take more,” even as she says that, the pleasure makes her own voice crack, but she’s determined.
You grip the sheets when you feel her tongue dipping inside again, tongue-fucking you. Her nose nudges your clit teasingly as her tongue works. She’s good at this, almost way too good. Your legs are faced with a challenge; try not to close around Abby’s head and restrict her oxygen.
You know she’ll like that, but you don’t want her dying face first in your pussy.
She licks up a bold stripe of your vulva. You gasp, your hips pushing off the bed. She pins you back down and kisses your cunt sloppily before driving her tongue back inside your weeping slit.
“Abby, I really don’t think I can take more,” you protest weakly.
Abby looks up, the lower half of her mouth soaked in your juices, “then, don’t think.”
You pout at that and she goes back to kissing your pussy sloppy-style. She’s obsessed with the way you taste. Her fingers hold you open, her other hand focusing on holding the vibrator on her pussy.
You feel her tongue teasing your g-spot again for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m gonna cum again,” you mewl, holding her there, your fingers tightening in her hair.
Abby doesn’t let the sting of her scalp deter her. She keeps going and—you cum with a loud moan of her name and at the same time—Abby’s pussy walls flutter as a blissful orgasm crashes over her. Her eyes roll back, she pushes her tongue deeper and lets it stay there as she comes down from her high.
Sweetheart girlfriend!Sevika who absolutely loves and basks in affection—be it kisses, cuddles or even just hugs from behind when she’s making breakfast eggs.
Her love for affection goes a long way, because if you don’t kiss her before you go out to run errands, she’ll be huffy all day and maybe she’ll even claim she won’t cuddle you at night, except she never can live up to that threat before she subconsciously reaches out for you anyway.
Her favourite spot in the world is on your thighs, not in a sexual way (although that works as well), she just enjoys the feeling of laying on your lap while you play with her hair, and tell her how pretty she looks from every angle. No one’s ever done this for her, so when you start doing it, she becomes addicted to it.
Moreover, she enjoys the feeling of your kisses when you’re affirming her, complimenting her while your lips prove your point—peppering kisses all across her jaw, nose and cheeks. She’s a red, blushing but giggling mess.
You don’t know how you ended up like this but you’re not complaining because she makes you feel so fucking good.
You can only pray the cot doesn’t break between both of you when she eats you out like a filthy animal in heat, her tongue dragging too long over your clit and flicking it just to draw out your orgasms.
You’re a sweaty, pussy-smelling mess, squirting over and over right on her face.
Your hand is in her hair, vice-like grip making Vi wince in pain but she’ll never ask you to ease because she likes the pain.
She enjoys the way you thrash when she fingers you too roughly, not because you want her to stop but because she feels too good in the moment. Her two fingers dig deeper making your feet kick in the air as you moan her name.
“I can’t take more. You’re so rough, Violet.”
Vi only smirks in response and whispers, “if you hated this so much, you wouldn’t be cumming like a slut on my hands and mouth.”
mechanic!sevika, clueless!reader, top!sevika, bottom!reader, horny yearning, praise, strap use (r!receiving), rough sev, i call a “wife beater” a wife pleaser
𑣲men n minors dni !!
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who became immediately infatuated with you the first time she saw you: wearing a loose mini dress, in need of a simple oil change. something in her panicked; she needed to see you again. in an act of both cowardice and desperation she sabotaged your engine...
after only being gone for a week you stand before her, pouting in a way that makes sevika’s clit throb with need.
“i have no idea what happened! my engine was fine until a few days ago!”
sevika gives you a small smirk, trying her best not to give herself away. “no clue, pretty girl. i’ll tell you what—let me fix this for you for free, hm?”
your jaw goes slack with surprise. sevika’s mind immediately goes to all the things she could do with such a pretty mouth.
“you’d do that for me?”
“anything for you~” sevika nonchalantly shrugs.
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who makes sure you see her covered in soot and sweat after working on your car. she knows you’re looking at each and every curve in her muscular body; at the way the fluorescent lights bounce off her her dark complexion.
“something the matter?” she asks, feigning concern.
face burning, snapping out of your trance you sputter out “n-nope! all good! thanks, see you next time!” you grab your keys scurrying out of the shop, eager for the next time you get to see her.
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who grunts and groans whenever she comes across a tough screw. opting to use her mechanic arm to unscrew whatever is keeping her from the problem area. muttering to herself,
“mmh—fuck! tough ass bolt,” …. “ngh…goddamn it…”
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika runs her own shop with about four employees so most nights it’s just you and her. she plays soft rock music while she works on your car. you watch her legs from under your car, catching a glimpse of her strong arm every now and then. the sight makes you clench your legs together.
sevika has a sixth sense for you at this point, she peaks from underneath the vehicle, quietly watching you squeeze your plush legs together. it couldn’t be coincidence that you always wore short skirts when you came to get your car worked on…
once she’s done, sevika rolls out from under your car, grunting as she stands. “all done, d’you have any questions?”
she towers over you in your seated position. you can’t help but stare at her beefy chest and grease-stained shirt. sevika raises an eyebrow.
“up here, girl.”
instinctively you look up.
“good girl, now did you have any questions?”
you struggle to maintain eye contact, it’s no use anyway, the way your voice quivers completely gives you away.
“uhm… no, thanks a-again!” you stand to take your keys and scurry as usual, but sevika uses her mechanic arm to pin your body against the wall.
“you sure? nothing else i can help you with?” she draws out her words teasingly.
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who now has you propped up on her work bench, miscellaneous tools and parts discarded across the concrete floor.
sevika mercilessly drills into your leaking pussy, her pace is relentless yet you don’t dare to tell her to stop. you’ve dreamt about her bullying your pussy like this far too long to let it stop.
sevika’s thick strap completely fills you up, leaving you speechless at the borderline overwhelming sensation. you weakly grab at her wife pleaser, your back arching against her chest.
“that’s right,” sevika deeply huffs in your ear, “doing so so good for me, keep it up pretty girl…”
I'm so easy it's absolutely pathetic, she says she wants to see my tits and I blush and squirm and five seconds later I'm pulling my tits out to snap a picture
i wanna take a strap from behind so bad like please push my head into the pillow so forcefully that i can barely breathe....until im frantically trying to push you away because of how hard you're fucking me...and you dont stop, you just laugh because my arms cant even reach your hips to get you off of me
bodyguard!alpha!g!p sevika and your heat cycle . . .
She’s supposed to be your guard— protecting you from people that might hurt you but instead she’s the one making you scream, her nails digging deep into the back of the couch as her hips pistoned.
You’re a gasping, moaning mess as you scratch down her shoulder.
You’re both messed up, her polished tailored suit is gone and her earpiece is barely hanging from her ear as she slams her length deep in your dripping, needy hole.
You let out a guttural sound caught between a whimper and whine, you sound so pathetic even to yourself.
“Why the fuck are we even doing this—?”
Her breath hitches, heartbeat so fast that it’s a little hard to catch her breath but she doesn’t mind, not when your delicious soft pussy is wrapped snuggly around her.
“I’m needy,” you say like that’s enough reason for the client and her bodyguard to be fucking, “and our heat cycles sync…”
Sevika grunts, teeth gritting hard as she fucks you harder.
Your pussy is a squirting mess on her dick. She’s so thick you struggled taking her initially but then she pinned you down and fucked you anyway. You didn’t even complain, you didn’t try to push her away— you begged for more instead.
“Fuck me harder,” you whisper, bringing her closer.
You look into her eyes and for a second you both pause— then she kisses you— the kiss is comically soft for the rough sex you’re indulging in.
breeding kink because imagine putting her into a mating press, pushing her legs next to her head, my strap ramming her pretty hole till she’s a blabbering mess, eyes rolling back and drooling, dumbed out from her previous orgasms, pretty pussy leaking while i keep squeezing her face and telling her how pretty she would look all knocked up for me.
femme who can't get herself off because she gets so shaky and sensitive x service butch who gives her what she needs over and over and over and over and
