marina. 20. she/he. fem lesbian. brazilian 🇧🇷👋🏼 RULES! ✶
— i write small fics & headcanons of arcane women (especially sevika ☺️), but also about other tv shows, movies and games i like. PLEASE READ THE RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING ME!!!
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marina. 20. she/he. fem lesbian. brazilian 🇧🇷👋🏼 RULES! ✶
— i write small fics & headcanons of arcane women (especially sevika ☺️), but also about other tv shows, movies and games i like. PLEASE READ THE RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING ME!!!
I’M SO SORRY for the reqs i haven’t answered yet!! i’ve already seen them and i have some drafts, but i’m just really busy with college to finish :( i promise i’ll write all as soon as possible 🩷
Phantom Pain
“oh. oh” in writing is a treasure. I will never stop using it and cherishing it.
⟡ ˙ Tomodachi Life! 🎮 ̟
── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika, vi, jinx, caitlyn & mel. 🎮 ̟
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: recently, you bought tomodachi life and created your girlfriend in the game! now it’s time to show her. 🎮 ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: fluff, modern!au. 🎮 ̟
── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika ❀ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you’ve been insisting on a failed relationship for months, one you can’t seem to escape, feeling more and more lost. luckily, sevika is always there for you, no matter what you need. but what you didn’t know, is how deeply your best friend was in love with you; much less were you aware of the true feelings you harbored in your own heart. ❀ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: internalized homophobia (reader), masturbating, angst ?, hurt/comfort, modern!au, implicit fem!reader. ❀ ̟
inspired by sabrina carpenter’s ‘my man on willpower’ and dove cameron’s ‘boyfriend’. ♥︎
Hii Not sure if requests are still open but may I request sevika x reader where they're both at the Last drop sevika is sitting at a booth fixing her arm and reader just sitting next to her trying to stay awake but ends up falling asleep against sevika's shoulder?
“already told you that you should go home.”
“i’m fine. i’m just relaxing.”
sevika rolled her eyes at your stubbornness and accepted that she had definitively lost the battle.
you two had been on the streets since early morning, barely stopping for breaks or rest between tasks and missions here and there. now, at night, you were finally free of responsibility—for now—and relaxing.
sevika decided to occupy this precious time adjusting her left arm. there were a few things out of place after the busy day and some conflicts, so she would fix it as soon as possible. you, on the other hand, decided to just wait for her so you could go home and finally sleep, but sleep seemed to be winning the war.
you blinked slowly, taking another sip of your drink that only helped sleep consume it faster, and then you yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.
sevika slowly exhaled the cigarette smoke, glancing sideways. she could see you growing slower and heavier, but your stubbornness in accepting your own tiredness was almost impressive. or just dumb.
knowing you wouldn’t give in, she shrugged briefly and went back to focusing on the small pieces out of place.
a few minutes passed and nothing happened. customers came and went, talked loudly, drank, etc. during this time, sevika remained focused on her task, and when she finished, she let out a low, rough sigh of relief. the cigarette ended at the same time, and she threw it in the ashtray right after throwing the screwdriver on the table.
before she could move, a weight fell on her right shoulder. she stopped, blinking confusedly twice before turning her head. all she found was you, practically passed out from sleep and exhaustion on her shoulder, your breathing slow and heavy, one hand still on the table, holding the empty glass weakly.
sevika relaxed her body and let out a nasal chuckle, shaking her head slightly as a small smile adorned her lips.
“told you,” she murmured.
your head slid slowly, almost falling forward, but she was quicker, carefully catching you by the shoulders as she turned to face you, momentarily resting you on her chest to stand up. you groaned in your sleep as your body was lifted from its place, and opened your eyes as best you could when she held you in her arms.
“you’re done?” your voice came out groggy and drawn out; it wouldn't have reached her if you weren’t so close.
“yeah. go back to sleep, i’ll take you home.”
“hmmm, you’re so gentle, sev...” and so you fell asleep again, your head on her shoulder.
sevika didn’t react to your compliment, but anyone looking closely would see the blush on her cheeks.
Hiii, may i send you a request? I was thinking of one with Ambessa, she knows how to get what she wants and when she meets reader she adds her to the list, but even though reader is into her, she's also intimidated and kinda scared because that woman is a fucking giant, so when things get intimate and reader feels those massive hands on her, she tears up out of fear from past experiences. I would love to see how you'd write Mommy Medarda in that scenario, age gap of course cus i have mommy issues, but take as much freedom as you want!
age gap (reader is in her early twenties, ambessa is 55), pet names, mommy kink, implicit size kink, breast play.
the moment ambessa laid eyes on you, she knew you would be hers.
ambessa had always been a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, regardless of the context, and when it came to wanting someone, she perfectly knew how to steer the situation in a way that was entirely favorable to her. and it wouldn’t be different with you.
at first it was a little difficult, requiring a patience she possessed in abundance when it came to her goals. and you, from the moment that you noticed her first subtle advance, it was as if you truly opened your eyes to her, such a beautiful woman.
everything about her screamed elegance, firmness, and grandeur, the kind of precision you desperately needed, the kind that would make your knees melt in seconds, the kind that was so concise it scared you.
you gave your racing mind time to process what you were really feeling in the presence of such a powerful, decisive woman, and, as a bonus, much more experienced than you in every aspect thanks to her extra years. everything that she is and represents, combined with her stature, made you dizzy with attraction and intimidation. all at the same time.
but in the end, of course, attraction won.
how could you not have looked at her ‘with different eyes’ in the end? besides, who would be foolish enough to not to do so? certainly not you.
that’s why now, her full lips were firmly pressed against yours in an intense kiss, where she dictated the rhythm with mastery. one of her hands held you by the nape of your neck, and the other held your cheek, while both of yours held her arms, feeling her enormous biceps against your palms.
she placed you on the bed with absurd ease, as if you weighed the same as a feather, and positioned herself on top, briefly interrupting the kiss to let you breathe and to leave more kisses on your jaw.
one of her legs was between yours, and consequently you ended up pressing your clothed pussy against it, making you let out a low, shy whimper that made you retract your hips and caused ambessa to immediately place a hand on your waist, squeezing it over your clothes, while a sly, mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
“you’re a shy little thing, aren’t you? but your body knows exactly what you need.” a particularly strong hickey on your neck made you let out another low sound. “otherwise…” her hands slid under your shirt, touching directly the goosebumps on your skin. “you wouldn’t look at me with such desperate eyes as you did outside, hm?”
her hands moved higher, and that’s when you froze. oh, no. that was definitely the last thing you wanted.
it wasn’t her fault, of course. ambessa had been extremely patient and gentle with you, perfectly balancing the flirting between your shyness and her intensity, creating such trust and security in your relation that she managed to get you into bed, something you hadn’t done in a long time.
but then, involuntarily, like a dam being destroyed by strong river waves, it resurfaced. all those bad moments, marked by hands as big as hers, that ripped away your peace and security without asking permission. it was as if you had been briefly teleported back to that moment, and you couldn’t bear it.
ambessa noticed immediately. her hands, which had previously been so close to reaching your breasts, slowly slid back to your waist, then leaving direct contact with your skin to gently hold it over your blouse.
she lifted her face to see, and her eyes widened slightly at your expression. you seemed scared and apprehensive; it was no longer the shyness or anxiety of excitement. in your eyes, which had once looked at her with so much lust and desperation, were now filled with unshed tears.
“mmm, what’s wrong, dear?”
oh, her voice. so deep and attentive, careful, patient, slowly pulling you out of your state in such a natural way.
“i’m sorry, i just—i just froze.” you brought your hands to your face to wipe your eyes, trying to giggle to lighten the mood, but ambessa kept her gaze fixed on you.
“and why is that?” the mere fact that you looked away from her was enough to make her regain the same patience she had shown you the whole time.
ambessa moved you again with ease, placing you on her lap. you hugged her instantly, resting your head on her shoulder. she kept her hands still on your hips, only moving her thumbs lightly.
“tell me, what happened?”
you let out a weak sigh and began to speak, your voice low and insecure at first, but as you gained confidence and recognition from her, you managed to keep speaking.
when you finished, another sigh escaped you, this time more relieved, though accompanied by a solitary, broken sob.
ambessa, who now had one hand caressing your back up and down, let out a low sound of recognition, nodding slightly.
“i’m sorry for freezing up, you were so patient with me, and now i’ve ruined everything…”
“you didn’t ruin anything, little one. my night would only be ruined if you did something you didn’t want to.” she placed a kiss on the top of your head; the small, tender gesture making you snuggle closer to her. “i can have them prepare a bath for you to relax.”
“actually, i…” you shifted in her lap, and she felt your body tense slightly again. but what had been a tension of fear was now one of anticipation.
“yes?” a knowing, cheeky smile appeared on her face.
“i think we… could continue… if you want. of course.”
she pulled back slightly and used a hand to guide your face so you could look into her eyes. her hand, so gentle and warm, held your face carefully and commandingly at the same time, keeping you anchored in her deep amber gaze.
your breathing began to quicken slightly just from the effort of not looking away from such intensity.
“is this really what you want?”
“y–yes. i wanted to, it just.. happened and i stopped, but i really want to… please.”
“okay.”
ambessa moved closer, showering kisses from your cheek to your neck again. her hand on your hip squeezed lightly, and you let out a sigh as she licked your neck. when her hands returned to exploring beneath your clothes, this time you lifted your own shirt to just above your breasts, covered only by a simple bra.
she trailed kisses down from your collarbone, skipping the folded shirt at your chest and reaching your breasts, pulling the bra down, freeing them for herself. ambessa began with open mouthed kisses from the top of your breasts to your nipples, letting her tongue circle the bud before sucking on it.
your whole body shivered, and you held her head there, letting out a low moan accompanied by a specific word.
you barely seemed to notice, but she did, and she would use it perfectly to her advantage. she released your breast to bring her mouth close to your ear, raising one hand to stimulate the other breast, pinching the nipple.
“will you be good to mommy? hm? will you listen to what i ask?”
your grip intensified, and another wave of shivers ran through you, followed by your pussy throbbing and soaking your panties.
“yes, please.”
“good girl.”
Omg, hi new mootie! I love ur fics sm!
hiiii new moot! tysm 🥹
Hi can I request loser sevika who develops a crush on black cat reader who is hot,thank you.
modern!au, young!sevika (20), college context, cliché, slight slight really slight nsfw ? mentions of hot/sex thoughts.
“sevika? sevika? oh, please. again?!” ran’s voice immediately snapped her out of her trance.
sevika turned her head toward her, who was looking at her with a smug little smile and a raised eyebrow. she felt her face heat up, rolled her eyes, frowned, and looked away again.
“leave me alone.”
“seriously. you have to go talk to her. is it that hard?”
she rested her face on her right hand, the metal of her left hand drumming nervously on the table. her gray eyes discreetly refocused on you, observing you.
the girl who had been on her mind for months. you’d spoken a few times, and that was enough for her to notice you, for her to feel so attracted that she couldn’t think of anything else when you were in the same room.
it got even worse when she could barely look you in the eye. but who could blame her, after all? you were reserved about your life and had such a quiet and mature demeanor that it made you seem even more beautiful, and of course, desirable, hot.
she even felt bad for thinking that way, but... again, was there anyone to blame her?! so she simply accepted that you were the new owner of her thoughts, whether they were the cute ones that made her blush and giggle, or the more daring ones that made her unconsciously press her thighs together.
not always unconsciously.
you were sitting on one of the stools, resting your elbows on the table while reading a book and drinking juice. so fucking pretty. but the moment your eyes lifted from the paper and almost made direct eye contact with her, sevika looked back at ran, who now seemed to be holding back laughter.
“yes. yes, it’s hard.”
“you’re hilarious.”
“oh, so my suffering is hilarious now?”
“suffering? c’mon, she’s right there, she always is. and you said that in the few times you’ve spoken, she was nice to you. she even smiled a little! and i haven’t seen that girl smile with anyone other than her friends.”
“okay. maybe you have a point, but…” she let out a snort. “i don’t know. she makes me nervous.”
“yeah, anyone can tell.” sevika looked at her with narrowed eyes, and ran just chuckled.
and then, suddenly, her gaze changed. her eyes widened slightly, and she moved her bangs a little to see better, until she stood up so quickly that sevika’s eyes widened slightly.
“i’m going to the bathroom.”
“what? you just got back from there—”
“emergency. can’t hold it. bye.” sevika watched her friend hurry toward the bathrooms and let out a low sigh. ‘idiot,’ she thought as she stood up, ready to go up to the classroom.
however, something interrupted her. someone.
“hey.”
oh, my god.
sevika’s body jolted and she stumbled two steps back as she turned, coming face to face with you. now you both had wide eyes, though hers looked like they were going to pop out of her face, along with her heart pounding so fast. she stammered your name twice before she could say it, clearing her throat and trying to act casual. terrible.
“w-what… um… hi. do you need something?”
“actually, yes. i saw you talking with your friend and decided not to postpone it any longer,” you explained calmly, looking her in the eyes. your beautiful, deep eyes, so quiet most of the time, stared at her with a confidence and calmness that disconcerted her. but she tried not to focus on her nervousness, not wanting her mind to wander in the middle of the conversation.
“postpone it? what do you mean?”
“well, summer’s coming, classes are going on break… do you wanna go out with me?”
“go out… with you?”
“yes.”
“go out with you. like—like on a date?”
she blurted out, now genuinely afraid her heart would leap out of her chest or her hands would be soaked with sweat. god, she’s pathetic.
you, on the other hand, did what you hadn’t done since you started talking to her: you smiled. it wasn't a toothy smile, but it was wider than all the other smiles you'd shared with her before. gentle and firm. enough to make her breathing uneven.
you could feel the nervousness radiating from her, you could clearly see how hard she was trying to keep her composure, and wasn’t that the most adorable thing? this tall, strong girl getting so shy and nervous to talk to you. how could you not want to know more?
“yes. a date. what do you think?”
if they were in one of the comic books or one of the animated series that sevika was a fan of, there would surely be fireworks exploding above her head. you were asking her out. you. the girl she’s been daydreaming about for months.
“i— uh… sure! sure! definitely, uh… do you wanna decide the place now, or…?”
“i’ll follow you on instagram, we can talk there.”
“yes! yes. perfect. yes.”
she gave a nervous smile and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, rolling her shoulders, doing anything to try not to look affected. you noticed everything and kept smiling.
so, before leaving, you leaned closer and leaned up slightly, leaving a kiss on her scarred cheek.
she froze, feeling as if her brain had completely shut down.
“see you.” she waited until you were out of sight before moving again.
sevika released all the air she had been holding in with a long sigh, bringing her hands to grip her own short hair, keeping her wide gray eyes fixed on the floor, right where you had been seconds before. this wasn't happening, was it?! it definitely was! and she couldn’t be more grateful.
but now, it was time to focus and think about how not to act like a complete lovesick idiot from then on. not that you cared, she’s cute. and hot.
Hihi could you write sevika x reader who has chronic pain? Thankyewww (hope you’re doing well!!)
hi sweetie! i don’t know anything about chronic pain but i did a little research so i hope it sounds at least a little coherent <3
you let out a tired, heavy sigh, followed by a low groan from deep in your throat.
sitting on the sofa, your head rested against the back of the furniture, your eyes slowly opening and closing; closing to try to handle the pain and opening for fear of falling unconscious, even though the pain wasn’t as severe as an hour ago.
for a moment, you thought about getting up to finish what you were doing—a basic household task that had to be interrupted because of the pain—but your muscles were tired and tense, the flexibility briefly gained in the few moments of rest seeming to have evaporated.
“hey baby.”
until the moment you heard her voice, you hadn’t realized you had closed your eyes.
when you opened them, you saw your wife standing beside you, having just arrived from the street, already taking off her brown coat, with a worried and focused expression on her face.
“hi…”
“what happened? did it get worse again?” she asked as she sat down beside you.
“yeah.”
“did you take your medicine?” sevika looked around for the pill bottle, her brain already working on a thousand ways to try and help you.
“mhm, it just hasn’t taken effect yet.”
“did you try carrying something heavy? y’know that can make it worse.”
“no, i didn’t.”
“do you want to stretch? walk? maybe a massage or something to eat? maybe…”
she continued talking and asking as she moved around, looking for everything and nothing at the same time, tirelessly trying to find a solution that you both knew it was just waiting. but she couldn’t stand by and watch someone she loved in pain.
you gave a small, genuine smile at your wife’s concern and agitation. there was a hint of irritation at the noise too, but you knew she was worried, and all you had to do was ask, so...
“sev.”
she stopped where she was and looked at you immediately. wide eyes and slightly furrowed brows.
“can you help me get up and lie down with me? i think that’s all i need right now.”
“sure. sure. let’s go.”
less than five minutes later, you were lying together. you tried to sleep or just relax, keeping your eyes closed and trying to focus on something other than the painful waves you felt, trying to focus on her voice.
beside you, sevika didn’t take her eyes off you for a second. she kept her right hand caressing you the whole time, with a light and gentle touch, alternating between your face whenever you contorted it in pain, and your arms or hips.
she kept her voice low as she hummed ever since you timidly asked her to. once, some time ago, you woke up and heard her, now it’s been one of your favorite sounds ever since. and even though she felt a little embarrassed, seeing your face relax between bouts of pain or slowly fall asleep thanks to her voice was priceless. she would do anything to help you.
── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika ♡ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you and sevika have never liked each other, always arguing and fighting for no reason. instead of trying to get along, you just ignored it. one day, when your mothers decided to take a trip together, you two will reach the limits of your patience and face the weird feeling that have been hidden (after another difficult situation). ♡ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: young!sevika, modern!au, cliche like those movies from 2000, enemies to lovers, romcom (?), you’re both kinda mean to each other, butch!sevika, femme!reader, sfw (nsfw only on part 2). ♡ ̟
part two.
you and sevika never got along, at least not for as long as you can remember.
neither of you bothered to delve deeper or try to resolve it; in fact, you chose to simply ignore it and tolerate each other. however, this proved to be a terrible decision as you grew up and your raging teenage hormones made this pointless rivalry worse, but now with reasons to bring it to the surface, whether it was sevika’s pranks or your provocative comments.
now, both of you nineteen years old, you pretended to get along so your mothers wouldn’t get stressed over nonsense. alone, it was different. and as if that wasn’t bad enough, your mothers, friends since you were little kids, decided to spend the holidays together and convinced—forced—you both to go.
“okay, girls, we’ll take a look at the event hall and the pool. you can explore too, i’m sure ya’ll have plenty to catch up on after months apart.” sevika’s mother said as she put on sunglasses.
“have fun. we’ll be back in our rooms by afternoon.” your mother said as they walked away.
“bye, mom! bye, aunt!” you waved, smiling sweetly.
in front of you, sevika only offered them a polite smile and waved briefly.
when they disappeared from your field of vision, you let your hands and shoulders fall, sighing lightly. now you could do something different for a while.
sevika, who had been silent until then, looked at you, crossing her strong arms, her muscles already prominent thanks to her gym routine since she was seventeen—although she was still far from her goal.
“so, princess, wanna go for a walk with me?” she asked in a clear tone of mockery and disdain; a smug little smile on her black-painted lips.
you slowly turned your head and looked her up and down with an expression that seemed genuinely offended, followed by a dry, humorless laugh.
“ew. don’t talk to me.”
with that, you turned, carefully adjusting your blonde hair as you walked back to your hotel room. sevika huffed and rolled her eyes, deciding she would take a walk to get to know the place where she was stuck for an entire weekend.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
the rest of the day passed peacefully.
you enjoyed yourself in your own way, as did sevika and both of your mothers, each with their own schedule.
as the night fell and your mother finally finished the tour, you decided to take one last stroll before bed. you would take the opportunity to buy something to drink at the hotel cafeteria and also a pill for the sudden headache your mother had suffered.
the purchase of both was quick, and you were ready to sit in the lounge area in front of the pool to enjoy your drink when something caught your attention.
first, voices. lively and gradually increasing in volume, until one of them silenced them all with an irritated shhhh. what followed was laughter and now a quieter conversation. and among the deeper voices, you heard one that was all too familiar.
you turned your neck and could see the small group almost disappearing as they turned the corner of the building, walking towards the walls. you saw the tip of that boot. sevika.
well, you could mind your own business and ignore whatever was going on? sure. but miss the opportunity to check if you could get sevika into trouble? no fucking way.
you put the cup down on the bench, put the pill pack in your pocket, and tiptoed after them, falling behind so you wouldn't get caught, but far enough to still see them. as soon as you caught up, they were jumping over the wall. “what the hell?” you muttered, and waited patiently until they all jumped over to go there.
then, you leaned against the wall, trying to hear something. conversations, laughter, and the sounds of zippers being opened, but nothing that gave you any good information. so you decided to take a little risk by using one of the big stones from the place they simply ignored to climb up, you propelled yourself onto it and, holding onto the wall, peeked over the edge.
oh, there she was. sevika was sitting among the others, with that same arrogant smile and sharp eyes. you rolled your eyes, although now she seemed much more relaxed; there seemed to be genuine happiness and good humor in her voice, smile, and gestures. also, her arm was around a girl’s shoulder, bringing her close while both laughed.
you stared at them for too long, until you noticed and scoffed softly. you coudn’t care less. poor girl, why choose sevika?
you were about to give up, disappointed that your childhood enemy would get away with it, until…
“sevika, pass me the lighter? mine’s over.”
“sure, man.”
your eyes widened as you watched sevika pull a lighter from her backpack and hand it to the boy, who then lit a blunt. and as if it couldn’t get any better, he offered it to her, and she accepted.
you crouched down on the rock, one hand covering your mouth and eyes wide.
sevika was smoking. sevika. daughter of the woman you’d heard so many times express her disgust and worry about young people ruining their health with smoking.
your hand slowly slid from your mouth as you processed the information, still hearing the voices on the other end. and then, slowly, a mischievous and smug smile crossed your face as you brought your thumbnail between your teeth, biting lightly.
perfect.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
the next morning, everything was going wonderfully for you.
after a good breakfast, a visit to the hotel’s attractions, and a hearty lunch, you were relaxing by the pool. wearing your bathsuit, sunglasses on your face, comfortably lying on a float in the middle of the pool, simply enjoying the sun, the water, and the sounds of voices and music around you.
to top it off, you hadn’t seen sevika all day, and her mother seemed clearly irritated when she arrived at the table to eat, only calming down thanks to your mother and other friends they had made there.
she was in trouble. could it be any better? of course! but… it could also have its ups and downs.
you were almost dozing off when someone threw a ball too hard right next to you, splashing water on you. with a jump, you woke up, sitting up on the float to look around.
“what the hell?!”
at the edge of the pool, you noticed sevika. arms crossed over her chest, an expression that screamed she wasn't in a good mood, a rigid posture. she didn't speak, but the way she stared at you made it obvious she wanted you to come closer to talk or something.
you let out a short, exaggerated sigh, taking your sunglasses off before sliding off the float and diving into the pool. in a few seconds, you appeared in front of her, still in the water. without saying a word, you rested your arms on the edge and stared at her, raising your eyebrows, urging her on without words.
sevika exhaled slowly, calmly organizing her thoughts as she lowered herself to get closer to you, supporting herself with one knee on the ground. she licked her lips before starting to speak.
“you were snooping around last night.” you feigned an offended look. “and you had the audacity to tell my mother. do you have any idea how hard i struggled to convince her that i wasn't doing anything wrong?”
her tone, though low and controlled, clearly contained anger and indignation, especially because of the increasingly rapid pace at which she spoke. you, on the other hand, simply stared at her in silence.
“you should keep your mouth shut and mind your own business, you busybody. you like to gossip about other people's lives, don't you? well, then i guess i should tell your mother that last sum—”
before she could finish the threat, you spat all the water you had discreetly put in your mouth when you dove in at her. that's why you had to remain silent the entire time.
sevika closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless. when the jet of water stopped, she opened her eyes, and this time, you swore a hole would open between your eyebrows because of the angry way she looked at you, as if she could burn you.
“aww, sorry. i only told her that you left because i was worried. i didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
and with that, you pushed yourself back into the middle of the pool, swimming calmly to the float and settling on it. you put your sunglasses back on, lay down, and closed your eyes as if nothing had happened.
for a few more seconds, sevika just stood there, staring at you from afar. she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves—although the aggressive way she wiped her face completely betrayed that her nerves were exploding.
she was about to curse and leave, but when she looked up, the first thing her eyes caught was your bag. it was ajar, and besides your cell phone, room keys, and a half-empty fruit bowl, she saw a hair cream.
hair.
her gray eyes alternated between the product and you, still completely oblivious to her thoughts.
your blonde hair was one of the things you cared for most, one of the things you were most proud of for the healthy and beautiful result you achieved. an idea was forming.
well, you messed up and she had to face her angry, worried, and even disappointed mother. no matter how much she tried to pretend she hadn't touched the herb, she knew her mother knew. not to mention the fact that she went out at night, with strangers—new acquaintances—outside the protection of the hotel on a dark street and near even darker trees… surely her mother wasn’t happy about it, even though nothing bad had happened. and the fact that you didn't even care in the slightest? that wasn't going to go unnoticed.
now, despite not being on good terms with her mother, sevika deeply appreciated the knowledge of hair chemistry she had acquired thanks to her.
time for payback.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
music played relatively loudly from your phone as you followed the artist’s voice, singing along under the shower. your body swayed to the beat, hands moving in unison.
by coincidence, you’d met a friend at the hotel, and you decided to go out to eat downstairs, so you were getting ready.
while singing, you grabbed your shampoo. it was expensive, and you had made sure to save up your own money from work to afford it and maintain your beautiful blonde hair. this was just one of several necessary products, but it already helped a lot.
absentmindedly, you poured it over your head, immediately closing your eyes to lather it in. lathering, lathering, and humming more quietly now.
once done, you went back under the shower, letting the water wash away the product. it was normal for some hair to come off on your hands, so after rinsing, you opened your eyes to check the strands that remained in your hand, and that's when you stopped.
in your hands, besides the strands of hair, the stain was purple. your entire hand, especially the remaining foam on it; and looking closer, the few strands of hair that were there were also the same color.
you froze, eyes wide and brow furrowed as you stared at your hand, trying to comprehend what the hell this could be. then, you slowly lowered your gaze until you could see the tiled floor of the hotel bathroom, and what you saw made you gasp in description. all the water running from your head was purple, staining the white tiles, purplish water being swallowed by the drain.
what. the. fuck.
the music continued playing and the water continued to fall from the shower as you opened the curtains more forcefully than necessary, almost tripping on the wet floor as you left the shower area.
you ran to the mirror and used your hand to wipe away the steam and finally see your reflection. when you did, you realized that perhaps it would have been better not to have seen it.
the hair, once blonde, was now covered in uneven shades of purple, spreading throughout, some areas even appearing bleached. a total mess, a horrible mess. you felt your breathing quicken, synchronized with your heartbeat, too fast not to worry.
with a shocked expression, you picked up a small purple strand between your fingers, feeling its rough texture. a gasp escaped you, then another, and another. your lungs filled with air once more, at the same time as a single person came to mind. and then you screamed.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
in the room next to yours, sevika was in the bathroom, calmly plucking her eyebrows. she wasn’t a professional at doing it, but the extra hairs below and around her piercing bothered her, so she removed the jewelry and gave the area a quick clean. it hurt like hell, but it was necessary.
she was almost grasping an irritating little hair, concentrating with utmost care, when the loud, sharp sound of your scream startled her.
the tweezers closed around the skin, and reflexively, sevika pulled. she let out her own scream; short and low, painful, dropping the tweezers to the floor to press on the spot. sevika gasped and grunted, no longer hearing the scream, but feeling the sharp pain above her eye.
when she looked in the mirror, her eyes widened slightly at the sight of a trickle of blood running from the spot.
“damn it, damn it! why did she—”
she was about to go to your room to complain when she stopped herself. you screamed while you were showering. you.
she stopped in her tracks, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. slowly, a victorious little smile appeared on her face along with a low chuckle. victory. but before she could celebrate any further, the small wound above her eye gave a sharp sting, making her click her tongue and wipe away the blood.
and then…
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
more and more knocks on her door, ending with two more. and of course, she already knew who it was.
sevika rolled her eyes and left the bathroom, grabbing a face towel she had previously thrown on the bed to press against the wound.
“coming,” she announced without enthusiasm.
with deliberately slow steps, she reached the door, opening it at once. it took all the strength she possessed not to laugh.
you were wearing a hotel bathrobe, still quite wet from the shower, barefoot, hands tightly clenched at your sides, and with ridiculously dyed hair in various shades of purple. the cherry on top was your face contorted in an extremely angry expression.
“i… uh… can i help?” sevika murmured, leaning against the door frame and unable to take her eyes off her work of art.
“why the fuck did you do that?”
“i’m sorry, i did what?”
“ah! hahaha! oh, so funny! how old are you, thirteen?”
“look, i don’t wanna be rude, but you’re clearly out of control.”
“obviously i’m out of control! you messed up my hair! you know how much i take care of it, you piece of shit!”
“wow, wow, wow. wait a minute,” she leaned back against the door, pointing at your hair, “you think i did this? me?”
“i don’t think, i’m sure of it.”
“well, stop it, then. as much as i loved this… thing,” you let out a humorless laugh, running your tongue along the inside of your cheek, “i wouldn’t be capable of thinking of something like that. besides, i didn’t even go into your room. ask aunt.”
“sevika, i swear that—”
“okay, listen. you can’t just go around blaming people like that when you don’t have proof. i didn’t do it.” she finished with such conviction that anyone listening would trust her, crossing her strong arms.
but you weren’t just anyone, and despite not being friends, you knew better than anyone how to tell if she was lying. experience from all the times you’d seen her get into trouble and cover it up for others.
after taking a deep breath, you lowered your eyes from her face, thoughtful.
“actually, you’re right.”
“yeah, i accept your—... what?”
“you’re right, sevika. i shouldn't accuse you if i didn't see you doing it.”
you explained calmly—or rather apathetically—putting your hands in your robe pockets, too calm for someone who just seconds before wanted to jump at her throat.
“um…” she cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “of course i'm right.”
“yeah.” you pressed your lips into a smile and shrugged, finally turning to go back to your room, and.. hey, only now did she notice how teary your eyes were. “goodnight, sevika.”
sevika was in a trance for a few seconds, still trying to process the abrupt change in mood and the direction the conversation had taken. only when you were about to close the door did she seem to awaken, shouting a "goodnight" just in time for you to hear before closing the door.
she did the same, standing still after lock the door.
thoughtful, extremely confused, and with a strange feeling of… guilt? sevika remained standing with her back to the door, staring blankly into her room, placing her hands on her hips and shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she analyzed the situation more clearly.
you were incredibly stupid, there was no doubt about that. although sevika's mother was considerably more friendly towards her now, seeming to begin to feel the effects of guilt after the argument the previous night, you had still revealed something she intended to keep secret for as long as possible, at least until she had her own house. so, yes, you deserved something in return. she had no doubts on that. but now she wondered: had she gone too far?
the argument with her mother was relatively easy to resolve, especially knowing that despite her short fuse, she wouldn't be able to stay angry with her daughter for very long. and she was already over eighteen.
now, your hair? a beautiful, surprisingly healthy shade of blonde, which you cared for with your own effort and money? that could also be resolved, but the discrepancy between one solution and another was clear.
sevika let out a heavy, hoarse sigh, running a hand over her face as she felt the guilt grow even more—and regretting it seconds later, when she ended up dragging her bruised skin.
she didn't want to feel this way, not when she never felt this way during all the times you two provoked each other, not when you were the one who started the war this time. but she was, and she didn't like it at all.
while she reflected, she barely knew that you, in the other room, were sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly into space just like her, equally thoughtful, but for a completely different reason.
“you know what?”
you both spoke at the same time. both voices low.
“i’m gonna be nicer to her.” sevika said. “maybe this war have gone too far.”
“i’m gonna fuck her.” you said. “she’ll regret everything.”
you were talking about fucking her in life, mess up with her, but... who knows what the future holds?
── ⟡ ˙ sevika + reader ♡ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you and sevika have never liked each other, always arguing and fighting for no reason. instead of trying to get along, you just ignored it. one day, when your mothers decided to take a trip together, you two will reach the limits of your patience and face the weird feeling that have been hidden (after another difficult situation). ♡ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: bottom!sevika, sub!sevika, top!reader, bottom!reader, dom!reader, cunnilingus (r receiving), strap-on (s receiving), slight spanking, jealousy, meandom!reader (?), degradation, rough sex, butch!sevika, femme!reader. ♡ ̟
part one.
“do i really have to go?” sevika’s drawling, uninterested voice came from the hotel room bathroom.
she was facing the mirror, lazily adjusting her eyebrow piercing, frowning slightly at the scratch from a few nights ago.
“yes, you have to. i don’t want to go alone.” her mother replied from the other room.
“but you’re not going alone, isn’t aunt going?”
“sevika.”
the girl let out a ‘tsk’ and grumbled softly, but didn’t protest anymore.
that night, the hotel was having an event, a small party for the guests where, in addition to various appetizers and drinks being served, there would also be some local attractions, including DJs and bands.
it wasn’t that sevika didn’t enjoy a bit of fun, especially something relatively calmer where she could just watch the acts, eat, and see others dance, but she just wasn’t in the mood. if it weren’t for her mother’s insistence, she would spend the night in the room, playing something online with the friends she made at the hotel or just watching something.
she was distracted, finishing styling her short hair, when her mother said something on her phone that caught her attention. your name.
sevika raised her eyebrows and blinked twice before silently approaching the bathroom door, opening it without making a sound and getting as close as possible to listen more.
“they’re good girls, they’ll get along.”
who were they talking about?
“well, if she’s just friends like she says, i don't know. but i saw how close she was to her, i don’t think they're just being friends.”
despite the soft and playful tone her mother used, sevika was far from feeling a bit of it. her eyes widened and she frowned, staring at the bathroom floor as she tried to process everything she had heard and see if it actually made sense.
it had been a few days since the shampoo incident, almost a full week, and it was as if you had simply evaporated. sevika didn’t find you at the pool, in the hallways, in the party room, or even in the elevators. nothing. the only news she had about you was from your mother when hers asked, saying that you were fine, just focusing on taking care of your hair—which made her feel even more guilty—and hanging out with some friends you made there. by the way, she was surprised that you didn’t tell them that she was the one who ruined your hair, but she also mentally thanked you, although your disappearance prevented her from fully resting.
why, precisely on the days when she decided she would be nicer and that she would even try to apologize to you, did you disappear? why couldn’t you give her a chance? and why hadn’t she gone a single day without thinking about you since then? and why—
“yeah, get ready to be a mother-in-law!”
…and why the fuck did you suddenly appear seemingly flirting with someone?
sevika exhaled through her nose and swallowed hard, stepping away from the door to return to the mirror. she stared at her reflection for a few seconds, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, until she frowned, going back to fixing her hair.
if you didn’t want to show up to her and try to make amends, and if you were too busy with this new little romance, so busy that you didn’t even show up in the hallways, who was she to be tormenting herself over something?
well, screw you. she would enjoy that cheesy little party and then go back to the room to play with her friends until sunrise, enjoying her last days of vacation.
you let out a low sigh as you finished applying your makeup, giving a small smile to your own reflection. it was hard work harmonizing the confusing shades in your hair, even harder to moisturize it, but in the end, you surprisingly succeeded. a single shade of purple at the ends of your hair that you still managed to make blonde. it was new, but it suited you.
besides, since the day sevika did that, you had spent your days thinking of something you could properly get revenge on her.
unfortunately, for a while, nothing good enough came to mind. and all the options that appeared involved things that would get you into serious trouble were ignored. the aggressive ideas of your frustrated brain giving way to rationality. but in the end, you discovered something quite interesting.
while stalking sevika for information you could use against her, you found an old twitter account of hers. there were tweets about high school, short and out of context rants, lots of retweets, and a few photos. among the photos, one in particular caught you attention.
it was sevika next to a girl. wasn’t the same girl you had seen nights before at the hotel, but you remembered seeing her at least once before. the photo was simple: sevika hugging her around the waist while the girl hugged her around the shoulders with a radiant smile. sevika maintained a small, closed smile, as in all her smiling photos. there was no caption, but the comments from sevika’s close friends were all praising them as a couple.
that’s when you remembered once overhearing your mother and sevika’s mother talking about her breakup. one click on the profile tagged in that photo was all it took for things to start smiling for you. there, among the travel and dinner photos, shone a familiar location posted just two hours earlier: the lobby of the same hotel where you were staying.
destiny seemed to be playing in your favor!
seeing that photo of the girl with a drink in her hand, sitting in the very velvet armchairs you passed every morning, brought an involuntary smile to your lips.
if sevika thought you would give up so easily, she had underestimated your ability to observe and improvise.
maybe you were being reckless flirting with someone just to try some revenge you weren’t even sure would work. but hey, at least once you two started getting closer, you established that it was merely casual. and who knows, maybe you would get a good make out session as a bonus?
with a final touch up to your appearance in the mirror and renewed confidence, you left the room with your mother. the urge to go to the party was boosted that morning when you heard sevika was going. of course, you immediately invited her ex.
the plan was simple: find her, start a flirt that you both quickly got used to, and hope that if she saw you, jealousy would do the rest of the work for you.
after all, nothing hurts more than seeing someone you provoked getting along well with the person you still can’t forget, right?
the last local artist of the night bid farewell to the audience, who gave him loud, satisfied applause. sevika went with the flow, though she had barely paid attention to him since he started. luckily, she received a message from the friends she made at the hotel, letting her know they would be there soon for a quick getaway. no jumping the wall this time, of course.
she finished reading the messages and put her phone back in her pocket, intending to finish her drink and simply enjoy the music playing in the background. her calm, grey eyes scanned the room, observing the audience… and then she saw it. that unmistakable shade of blonde amidst the crowd, but with new hints of purple. you.
sevika’s eyes widened and she almost choked on her drink, placing her glass on the table and standing up; she was going to you on a completely irrational impulse, not even knowing what to say or do, but then something made her freeze right there.
was that… her ex?
no fucking way.
sevika’s eyes were so wide they looked like they were going to pop out of her face.
and then, something began to bubble inside her, strange and heavy, growing stronger, and everything seemed to worsen when you noticed, glancing at her sideways briefly before returning your focus to the girl.
your plan was working perfectly, it seemed. you were sitting at a corner table, close enough to be seen, but in a relaxed posture that feigned total disinterest in the world. beside you, laughing at something you whispered seconds before, sevika’s ex was completely oblivious to the situation. sevika remained still.
meanwhile, the initial shock was like a punch to sevika: what was her enemy doing with her? she expected to feel the possessive rage, the bitter taste of seeing a former love being “stolen” by the person she hated most. she expected to want to run over there and grab her ex by the arm, taking her away from you, the idiot who thought she could get away with this.
but… her eyes couldn’t focus on her ex. she watched as your hand lightly touched the girl’s bare shoulder, and how she bit her lower lip slightly. she saw the sideways smile—that smug smile that always irritated her—and the way the light hit your face, making you seem strangely ethereal.
the air left her lungs, but not for the reason she expected, and that’s when it clicked. sevika felt a sudden burning in her chest, an irrational urge to be in that place, occupying her ex’s space. she didn’t want to protect her past; she wanted to reclaim her present. the jealousy wasn’t directed at her ex, it was directed at the attention you were giving to anyone other than her. and there, for the first time in years, hatred wasn’t the fuel, but the facade crumbling.
“what the hell is this?” her confused brain whispered to itself before, without even realizing it, starting to walk over there.
you were distracted, telling the girl something, when you caught a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of the hurricane heading your way, but it was too late to react.
sevika turned the swivel chair you were sitting in, turning it to face her and… god, the scowl on her face was priceless. you wanted to laugh out loud right there, but you settled for a muffled little face, raising an eyebrow.
“umm, excuse me?”
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“sevika? what are you doing here?”
“i’m not talking to you.”
“hey,” you called, frowning, “don’t talk to her like that.”
“oh, you care a lot about her now, don’t you?”
“who are you to say who i care about or not?”
“nobody. but it’s clear on your face that you only called her here to try and provoke me.”
“oh, for god’s sake!” you laughed bitterness. “the world has to revolve around you, doesn’t it, sevika?”
“ugh, you’re terrible at pretending. no wonder you have to feign some confidence with the mess i made of your hair.”
as soon as the words left sevika’s mouth, a heavy silence fell over the small circle, and sevika slowly realized that she had not only confessed something she vehemently denied days ago, but had also touched on a sensitive topic she promised herself she would let go of.
you took a deep breath, but the air escaped roughly through your dilated nostrils. your heart was racing with anger and something else, something you didn’t want to decipher, but you knew it had to do with the clearly regretful look on sevika’s face.
beside you, the girl glanced between the two of you a few times before sighing and standing up, muttering a “i’m out of here” before disappearing into the crowd.
sevika called your name with a weak stammer, in a low voice, something very unusual for her.
“shut. up.” and she did.
she wanted to curse back, keep her proud posture, and turn her back on you, but she simply couldn’t. it was almost as if she were trapped in your piercing gaze, and the pulse of her racing heart, shamefully, was radiating to her pussy.
you glanced briefly at her hands; both were clenched into firm fists, and her right hand trembled. then you looked further to the side and had to suppress a small smile as you saw her thighs making a slight effort not to squeeze together.
with a low sigh, you stood up, facing her. the difference in height and musculature was obvious to anyone, but it was she who seemed to yield to you. when you stood and started walking out of the place, you didn’t need to say anything: sevika followed right behind after a few seconds of stubborn hesitation and an embarrassed huff.
she knew she wouldn’t forgive herself if she stayed there or ignored you. and neither would you.
you kissed sevika voraciously and intensely, one hand tangled in her short hair to dictate the rhythm of the kiss and the other squeezing her breast under her blouse, feeling her warm, goosebumped skin, feeling her sigh into your mouth.
sevika was sitting on her bed, and you were in her lap, with one leg on each side of hers. you separated your mouths with a wet, loud sound, letting the silence be filled by your panting breaths. your hand held her chin, making her keep her eyes on yours. you almost laughed at the pathetic sight before you; seeing sevika with her eyebrows arched downwards, bright puppy eyes, and slightly open mouth had definitely not crossed your mind before.
“where did all your attitude go?”
she made a low sound, almost a whimper. shit.
you swallowed and stood up, facing her, crossing your arms. you managed to keep your composure, but only you knew how fast your heart was racing when you saw her like that.
“take off your clothes.”
again, she hesitated for a second, the last bit of her pride still trying to maintain some dignity. but a raised eyebrow was enough for her to hurry up.
in less than two minutes, sevika was completely naked in front of you. and what a sight, my god.
her prominent muscles all over her body, especially her shapely legs and defined biceps, were a refreshing sight for the eyes. her pussy was hidden by the bush there, which climbed up to form a happy trail that looked like it hadn’t been trimmed in a while.
your pussy throbbed.
you blinked a few times to compose yourself, grateful that sevika was staring at the ground and hadn’t seen your little slip.
“good. now you—”
“can i eat you out? please...?”
she spoke suddenly, and although there was a noticeable blush on her face, she didn’t seem regretful or hesitant this time. you considered it for a few seconds before giving a sly, lecherous smile.
“hmmm, well... if you take my clothes off without using your hands, of course you can.”
sevika’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped slightly open in shock, unsure what to say. you chuckled softly, moving to remove your dress, leaving you in just the lace bra and panties you had chosen for the evening.
“see? i made it easier for you. come here.” you opened your arms to her, a moment of gentleness shining on your face.
another low sound escaped her throat, this time more like a hoarse moan. she closed the distance between you with a swift movement, moving to your back and bending down, and soon you felt her breath against your back. her large hands gripped your hips and you placed yours over hers, letting out a low sigh as she kissed the center of your back. she opened her mouth and bit down, trying to unfasten the clasp of your bra.
she stood there for a good few seconds, almost a minute, which made you snort and prepare a provocative and degrading comment, but she stopped you when the small click of the clasp coming undone was emitted.
her hands moved up just to remove the bra, letting it fall to the floor. then, without you even telling her, she carefully turned you around, facing her, and knelt down immediately afterward.
damn. my god. has she always had such beautiful, cute eyes?
sevika placed her hands on your thighs and opened her mouth again, fitting her teeth against the edge of your panties. her head slowly lowered, pulling the fabric down with it. when one side was halfway down your thigh, she did the same with the other, finally closing her teeth on the front, dangerously close to your soaked pussy. your breath caught in your throat, and you were sure your expression fell to “i’m not going to lose this challenge even if i’m struggling here,” but you didn’t take your eyes off her.
when your panties fell to your feet, you kicked them aside and immediately sat on the bed behind you, letting her warm and the cold hand open you. she was standing before the gates of paradise, and she wouldn’t refuse an offer from an angel like you to enter in.
sevika began with kitten licks on your clit, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. you let out low, short moans, along with soft sighs and eyes stubbornly trying to close. she slid her tongue to your slit, circling the entrance before sucking your folds avidly; the loud, obscene sound filling the room and making you moan softly.
“back to my clit.” you murmured, there was command in the tone despite your trembling breath, and she obeyed without hesitation.
sevika closed her lips around the button, sucking it repeatedly. your hand flew to her hair, gripping it the same way you did when she kissed you minutes before. her hands held your thighs, keeping them wide open while increasing the pace, devouring you in a way that seemed like she was starving, eager to satisfy herself with you, moaning in your pussy.
“mmmm, fuck— oh, fuck. ah!”
she slid her tongue back into your slit, but this time she inserted it, burying it inside. her tongue snaked along your spongy walls before she moved her head back and forth, thrusting. her nose repeatedly pressed against your clit, with the same force and speed as the thrusts. your hand, already in her hair, dictated the pace, keeping it fast and rhythmic, almost violent. sevika just let it happen, letting out pathetic moans at how aroused she felt being used like this for your pleasure.
you used your free hand to brush the hair from her face, another suddenly gentle gesture amidst your intensity. she felt her body shudder at this, at the way you looked at her with furrowed brows, bright, unfocused eyes, teeth biting your lower lip for a few seconds before your mouth opened to moan.
holy fuck, she desperately needed to touch her pussy. it was dripping onto the floor, staining her thighs from rubbing them together so hard.
the tension inside you exploded when sevika released her grip just enough to lean in closer, sucking your clit with such precision that you saw stars. you came with a hoarse, almost choked cry, but it was she who truly choked.
your thighs closed around her head as you buried her face there, and it stayed like that for several long seconds, unable to open your tense, locked legs. when you calmed down and your legs fell to the sides, sevika gasped for air and released it with a long sigh that sounded more like a whimper.
you propped yourself up on your elbow to look at her, and her fucked-up, cute, drunken expression made your pussy clench around nothing. seeing her with that same look, along with her chin and nose glistening with your slime, made you groan softly.
“i wonder…” you murmured, moving your hand from her hair to caress her sticky face. she rested her cheek in your palm, closing her eyes for a moment. “how you’d look if fuck you ‘till you’re crying.”
the needy sound that escaped her was answer enough.
“please.”
“who would have thought that sevika… the strong, annoying, bossy sevika would be so—so pathetic… crying while swallowing my cock.” a breathless giggle escaped as you thrust into her.
sevika’s face was wet with tears of pleasure on the sheets, her ass high in the air as you fucked her from behind, keeping a brutal and unstoppable rhythm with your pink dildo with glitter particles inside. it suited you, and it suited her hot, soaked pussy even more.
she gripped the sheets tightly, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, feeling the punishing movements of your hips against her ass, filling her pussy so well and deep.
there were no more coherent words coming out of her mouth, only shameful and thirsty sounds.
“so… remember when you messed up my hair?”
oh, hell no. right now? were you serious?
sevika frowned and buried her face in the bed, as if to say she didn’t want to talk about it right then. but you didn’t give up.
she let out a hoarse little cry when your hand slid down hard onto her butt. your hand slid from her butt and down her back to her head, where you grabbed her hair again, this time pulling harder than necessary, arching her back and making her release all the sounds she had tried to muffle into the pillow.
“answer me.”
“fuck—yes! i—i remember…” her voice came out trembling and broken with the thrusts.
“good. then say you’re sorry. say you regret—hmph, regret being such a bitch.”
“i do, shit, i do! s…sorry! i’m sorry—uh, uh, uh! fuuuck!”
“as i thought.”
you tilted your face to leave hickeys and bites on her neck and shoulder, letting go of her hair to support yourself on the bed, since you occupied your other hand by sliding it down to her swollen and neglected clit.
along with the thrusts, you rubbed heavy, rapid circles on her sensitive bud, giving a shitty grin as you heard sevika whimper loudly, pushing her hips against your hand and a sob escaping her lips.
“i’m cumming! oh god–’m cumming!”
“yeah, yeah. do it, sweetie.” you whispered in her ear.
her movements locked in place as she had her orgasm, her ass pressed tightly against your pelvis and her legs threatening to give way to uncontrollable trembling. her voice trailed off, leaving only her mouth open in a silent cry, which soon turned into broken whispers of ‘oh my god’ repeated over and over.
you came soon after due to the pressure of her body tensing backward on the strap directly against your clit. your eyes rolled back and you gasped for air, releasing it in hurried, heavy bursts.
neither of you spoke for a while; only your heavy breathing slowly stabilizing and the distant, muffled sounds of the event downstairs could be heard. you even thought she might have fainted or something, but the way she let her body slowly fall onto the bed proved otherwise.
when she did, you supported yourself on your arms, even though they were trembling, and took advantage of the position to shower kisses on her sweat soaked back. she shivered slightly but didn’t interrupt.
“gonna leave,” you warned, and she simply nodded.
the dildo came out of her easily, and you controlled yourself from putting it in your mouth and licking it ‘clean’ when you saw the mess her fluids had made there. it was better to leave it for another day; you had some things to discuss now.
taking off the strap and throwing it haphazardly onto the bed, you settled down to lie beside her, hoping you would maintain a respectful little distance to talk. however, sevika surprised you by pulling you to her chest and hugging you. you didn’t reciprocate for a few seconds, processing the gesture, but soon put your arms around her, pulling her close as well.
sevika sighed softly, burying her face in the top of your head and inhaling the pleasant, sweet scent of your shampoo. it didn’t seem the same as it was weeks ago.
“i’m sorry.” her voice came out weak, shy, but laden with genuine, embarrassed regret. you rolled your eyes and smiled.
“it’s okay. i kinda like how it looks now… didn’t you?”
“yes.” she replied quickly. “i just said that because… i don’t know. just wanted to tease you.”
“mhm. i understand.”
silence fell over you both once more, now more comfortable with the words exchanged and your hearts finally returning to their normal rhythm.
“i’m sorry too.” you said. “for telling on you to your mom, and for trying to make you angry using your ex.”
“it’s okay… guess we were just never fair to each other, right?”
“yeah… why?”
“don’t know. you just annoy me.” you giggled softly and gave her a harmless little punch on the chest; she smiled.
“idiot.”
that night, sevika realized, with a slight, fascinating, bubbling dread, that the reason she had spent so much time obsessed with provoking you was because she could never stand the idea of being invisible to you. the fact that she had seen you so engrossed with someone else only confirmed it.
you felt the same, finally at peace with yourself and with her for having ceased your anger and understood and started something much better than silly fights.
tags: @mircallagray @mybodyismadeofcrushedstars @hornyscissorsister @katthehunter02 @shxdy0ariia @bugzdoritoz @qqueenpprincee @wishingonjellyfish @sevikas7princess @bellrxy @sksksscarlet @alicep1ink sorry for the waiting guys <3
── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika ❤︎ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you’re absolutely in love with sevika’s pussy smell and make no effort to hide. she feels a little shy about it, but you know she likes it. ❤︎ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering (s receiving), mention of cunnilingus (s received), bottom!sevika, shy!sevika, soft!sevika, scent kink (?), gentle sex. ❤︎ ̟
“can you stop?”
“stop what?” you asked as you brought your middle and ring fingers close to your nose again, taking a deep breath through your nose, releasing a pleased sigh. “fuuck, this is heaven.”
sevika groaned in embarrassment, turning sideways on the bed while pressing her temple with her right hand’s fingers — her prosthetic long forgotten on the table beside the bed.
it was such a cute sight seeing your girlfriend curled up on the bed, too shy to properly look at your face.
“awww, what’s wrong baby? can’t a woman appreciate her lady’s smell?”
“shut up.” she mumbled, and didn’t move.
you let out a chuckle and lay down right behind her, hugging her by the waist, bringing her as close as you could. then, you distribute kisses on her broad, sweat back, feeling the way she shivered slightly.
“don’t be shy. i just really love your smell.”
“i know, i love yours too. it’s just...” she turned to face you but quickly seemed to regret, rolling her eyes as she saw the cocky smile on your face. “oh, fuck you.”
you chuckled again, softly.
“c’mon. keep talking. it’s just what?”
she shrugged.
“you just… looks so concentrated and in trance. maybe just stupid.”
“mmm, yeah! all of these, actually. i concentrate so i can feel better, i’m in trance because it’s too good and i am, in fact, soooo stupidly in love with you.”
“yeah, yeah. i can see all that.” she said, tone playful although still looking a little shy. “maybe it’s the way you do it. i like yours, but i don’t smell my fingers like a sex maniac.”
“you talk too much.”
you held her face and before she could talk or try to squirm away, you started to attack her with quick pecks all over her face.
sevika tried, she really tried, staying still like a stone while waiting for your attack to stop. but as soon as your lips met her jaw and neck, she giggled, now really trying to push you away from her while using all the forces on her to not burst out laughing.
you tickled her for a few more seconds, until you calmed the kisses and held her waist. sevika let out a low sigh of relief, but the smile didn’t leave her face. for an instant, you just admired her in silence, gently stroking her waist with your thumbs. she swallowed. she could feel the weight of your gaze every time you stopped whatever you were doing just to look at her like that; and for someone who needs to learn how to adapt to being so deeply and truly admired after years of being mistreated, it was still a little hard for her. but she didn’t look away.
you exhaled through your nose and brought a hand to her face, drawing her close so that you could kiss again.
the kiss was slow and intense, you both sighed into each other’s mouths, pressing your naked bodies even closer—if that was even possible. a low moan escaped you between kisses as your nipples brushed and pressed against each other.
one of your hands slid down to her hips, gently tracing her lower abdomen. nothing needed to be said, sevika simply lifted her leg and rested it on your thigh, giving you more access to paradise.
you didn’t waste any time, your hand was already moving down, reaching her trimmed bush first. it was wet with her previous orgasm. then, your hand finally reached her pussy. still soaked after being eaten out and fingered by you.
your lips parted, and sevika let out a low, trembling gasp, still sensitive, but ready for another round. you admired her lustful face for a short moment before closing your eyes to press wet kisses on her neck, being especially careful at the hickeys’ marks. you kissed more gently there, and then buried your face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath, feeling the remaining and faint scent of her perfume and of her sweat.
your fingers massaged her swollen clitoris slowly, deliberately slow circles, alternating the pressure, careful not to overstimulate her too quickly. sevika kept her eyes closed, letting out low sighs and shy moans, while she held onto your shoulder for support, to have something to release the growing pleasure on.
soon your fingers were in her slit, and god, you could feel more coming out of her.
your middle and ring fingers slid in together in a quick, easy motion, and you didn’t stop until you were all the way in, reaching your knuckles. without waiting, you began a slow back and forth motion, letting your fingers almost completely out before plunging them back in with a continuous thrust.
sevika called your name between a whimper and a moan. you didn’t respond with words, but showed you were listening by moving your kisses from her neck to her cheek.
“faster..” she whispered.
you obeyed instantly, pumping your fingers faster and harder. she rolled her eyes and moaned, turning to lie on her back so she could spread her shapely legs wider. you supported yourself on your free elbow and continued thrusting, now watching her face contorted with pleasure as you bit your lower lip.
it was a perfect sight. her eyes tightly closed, but occasionally opening for a few seconds just so you could see them rolling back or trying and failing to focus on something. her mouth unable to stay closed, moans, whimpers, and incoherent words escaping her full, swollen lips. her bare chest rose and fell as her climax approached, as did her hand gripping the sheets as if to tear them. her legs began to tremble more and more, becoming uncontrollable, her toes curled, and her pussy swallowing your fingers easily, leaking and dripping.
suddenly, you felt her walls tighten around your fingers. at the same time, her legs snapped shut around your hand, her back arched, and she let out a loud and long moan.
even with the restriction, you continued moving your fingers inside, curving them and pressing them against her g-spot repeatedly, intensifying her orgasm and working her through it.
when she calmed down from her climax, you carefully removed your fingers and returned to kissing her, leaving gentle, affectionate kisses all over her face. and then you stopped.
sevika slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for one second before looking for you. upon seeing you, she widened her eyes and felt her face heat up. she shouted your name, using an indignant and embarrassed tone.
“what?” you looked at her, but didn’t stop your nostrils from inhaling the scent on your fingers. you kept the eye contact as you used your tongue to lick between your fingers, collecting what was left of her there.
“janna, i hate you.” sevika huffed.
Hiii by international… how far do you mean exactly..? 👀
Asking for a friend
hmmm honestly i really don’t care how far away, amor <3
Will there be a part three of the polyamorous story between the reader, Grayson, Sevika, and Ambessa? 🥹🥹
it depends on my creativity honestly 😭😭😮💨 i really wanna do a part 3 to finish the smut but i dunno what to write after. i wanted some context to finish it yk?
Is it okay to request an idea? Sevika x plus sized reader that grew up as the weird kid and kept that part of themselves and rants to Sevika about lore from the fandoms reader is in? (my current one is Jurassic Park/ dinosaurs currently watching the new dinosaur documentary) :))
being considered the ‘weird kid’ growing up was certainly a relatively uncomfortable experience in many aspects of your life, though not all of them.
even though it was difficult to fit in or find someone who genuinely didn’t make fun of you, at least you didn’t stop enjoying the things you liked because of other people’s opinions. after all, you were the one happily watching the episodes and doing your stuff without hurting anyone, not them.
and reaching adulthood, that didn’t change. it was your comfort, a big and important part of your peace, and you learned to ignore those who tried to ridicule you for it. and you also achieved something wonderful: finding people who were genuinely willing to listen to you, and one of them was your girlfriend, sevika.
she had always been a quieter person, preferring to show she cared or loved by sticking around, whether just to enjoy the silence together or to listen to someone talk. and in this case, listening to your enthusiastic voice was the perfect refreshment for her on any given summer afternoon.
“the dilophosaurus never had the ability to spit venom like in the movie. it’s just another lie from the cinema, to call attention, y’know?”
“alright, so… even the velociraptor from the old movie isn’t a representation of what they really looked like?” sevika asked, opening her eyes and furrowing her brow, turning her head to look at you.
you were lying on her chest, and you were both in a hammock on the porch. you had been telling her about the things you’d watched and read for a while, and she’d asked short questions from time to time, preferring to listen rather than interrupt with her doubts, but she couldn’t let this one pass.
“mhm! they were very different. almost all of them. i think the most accurate were the tyrannosaurus and the triceratops, but there are still many things that they changed.”
“damn… they lied to me this whole time.” she murmured, looking at the clear sky with a clearly offended look.
you laughed softly before speaking again.
“nowadays i heard people saying it’s because they were created in a lab in the movie, so they didn’t come out as they really were… it’s a good excuse.”
“dumbasses.”
you laughed again. sevika couldn’t help but smile slightly at your laughter. she turned and pulled you even closer, hugging you. you returned the hug, placing a leg over her hip. sevika kissed your cheek and moved a hand to caress and squeeze your ample thigh, sighing as she felt the softness in her palm.
“go on. you were gonna talk about the spinosaurus.” she murmured, moving her kisses down to your jaw.
“i’m distracted.” you murmured back, feeling her snort a laugh against your neck.