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[nioreyounglove]

~ Can You Ride Me? ~

(Sevika x Reader) nsfw

Word Count: 15k+

Y’all aren’t taking the hexstrap seriously enough for me.

Men and Minors begone

Content: Bottom(ish)Sevika, squirting, female orgasms, the strap has sensors

The sun is low on the horizon. Its orange and pink rays glide across your floor and the foot of the settee. It refracts through the balcony doors and the wine glass set near them. You gently graze a few fingertips along the rim while you think. You revel in the feeling of warm clothes and cool air against your freshly cleaned skin.

Your mind begins to float to a lovely little… daydream you earlier.

Your hand absentmindedly leaves the stemware and has barely peaked beneath your pants when -

“Hey! You ignoring me, jackass?”

Sevika stands over you, perpendicular to your frame. She lovingly smushes your face in her right hand. You smile at her brightly. “I didn't hear you come in.”

“‘Called your name like three times. You lyin’ to me, princess? Huh?” You giggle as she speaks against your neck.

“Something on your mind?” She asks. You gaze into her eyes and decide to shake your head. You can talk about it another time.

When she unhands you, you see she's holding a shmedium sized box under her left arm.

“Whatcha got?”

“‘Don’t know. It was at the door. It's got your name on it.”

She hands it to you as she walks to the bedroom to change. There's no other logo or description on the box. “I don't remember ordering anyth- Oh! Oh my gods it's here!” Having suddenly remembered the package you'd been waiting for, you rip the box open, snatch out the contents. You run to meet Sevika in the bedroom. She's slipping on a loose, low waisted pair of red and grey sweats. They don't at all match the icy blue pajama flannel she wears open over her bare chest.

Fuck, she's beautiful. Even more so when she rolls her shoulders and stretches her neck.

She grins when she catches you staring. “Can I help you, ma'am?”

Janna, she knows what that nickname does to you.

“I got us something. If you're not too tired for it, that is…” You wanted to be mindful of the fact that she just got home from work.

“Never too tired for you. C’mere.”

You meet her on the bed and present your items. “Oohh, a strap?” “Mmhmm!”

Any toys either of you had got destroyed back in the war and, well, there were just more important things to worry about in its aftermath. You two have been making due - more than, really- with each other's hands and mouths, but with the city finally returning to normal (much of that thanks to Sevika), you decided to treat yourself and your lover.

“It's technically a late stage prototype a good friend of mine’s been working on. She’s willing to let us have one in exchange for some feedback. And don't worry, she is the queen of confidentiality!”

Sevika begins to slot the dildo into the base of the harness. In a tiny print at its base, it says '6in x 2in" .

“Prototype? Is it supposed to do something special, or…?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so.”

“Did you read the instructions?”

You make an odd noise to express your annoyance with the question. Who needs instructions?

She sighs as you take the strap from her.

You press your hand to the inside of the base as you wiggle the dildo around a bit.

Nothing.

“Huh,” you begin stepping into it to see if that helps. “Maybe if I - ”

“Woah woah woah there, squirt. What d'ya think you’re doing?” Her eyebrow is cocked and she’s smirking, looking at you halfway in the strap.

In all honesty, you really were just trying to get it to work, but why bypass the opportunity?

“Well,” you pout, “maybe I wanted to top this time!”

Her grin deepens and she tilts her head.

“Oh really?!”

Damn she’s pretty. So pretty you almost lose your nerve. “Just this once… if that’s alright…”

Sevika chuckles and places her forehead against yours. Her hooked nose and baby grey eyes are all you see now. “Is that what you wa-”

“Yes.”

She chuckles again and kisses you gently. “Alright then, princess.” No hesitation.

You kiss her again, longer and deeper. Cradle her face in your palm as you moan. “I’m gonna make you feel good, love. I promise.”

“You always do.”

The excitement nearly makes you squeal. You step out of the harness and hand it to her. Sevika watches you bounce around the room collecting towels and lube. She can’t help but smile, really. You can’t either; Sevika’s never bottomed for you before, sliding confidently into the experienced-dom role you both love her to be in. But a particularly boring day at work had your mind wondering. You had wondered what Sevika was doing at work, if she was having as monotonous a time as you were. It was difficult waking up without her this morning, more so than usual as you awoke with a profound need between your legs. It worsened as you could still smell her lotion on the sheets. You didn't even have time to take care of yourself as your alarm blared and forced you to get ready for the day. You were aching again in the afternoon. All you could do was imagine being at home with Sevika. Being under Sevika - letting her rub the ache away. Then you started to think: what if she was under you instead? How nice would it be to tease her the way she teases you? To dominate her instead?

It seems dreams do come true.

“Okay, okay! How do you wanna be?” You ask referring to her position.

She chuckles again and looks at you through thick eyelashes. “However you want me, princess.” She sinks further into the mattress and man-spreads her legs. “I’m at your mercy.”

You kiss her again. “Have you ever bottomed before?”

“Don’t think so. Not fully, anyway.”

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“And you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable? If you wanna stop?”

Sevika places her hand at the back of your neck. Her forehead on yours once again. She knows it calms you. “Sweetie. I trust you. It’s… different for me, yeah, but I want it too. So don’t worry so much.”

You sigh and breathe in her scent. A light sandalwood cologne. “But you will tell me if you want to stop?”

She smiles at you. “Yes! Now hurry up, I’m horny!”

You giggle right along with her and push her onto the bed. “Careful what you ask for, Sev.” Her brows raise slightly in aroused surprise. She always liked it when your rougher side came out.

You both rush to pull her pants down. She doesn't have time to free her right ankle from her sweatpants before you’re shoving your mouth on her crotch.

“Oh!” She shouts out. Her human hand resting on your scalp. “Someone's - hng - eager tonight.”

You moan against her clit in agreement. She moans back in kind. That smooth, deep voice of hers makes you lick at her pussy a little faster.

She's leaning back on her mechanical arm but still staring at you. Her stormy eyes are half closed and she's breathing through her mouth. Charcoal colored lipstick smeared from your kisses.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” you say against her, all muffled and jumbled. She grunts and flings her head back. She'd blame it on your voice's vibration, but you’re suspecting Sevika has a praise kink. During a recent tribbing session you could've swore she started rocking you harder when you thanked her for making you feel so good.

I'll keep that in mind.

You scrap your nails up and down her back, making her shudder and buck. You kindly guide her to lay flat as you draw her clit into your mouth. It's big enough to peak out from the hood and nearly peak out beyond her labia. She tastes good.

“Ooohhh…”

You decide to tease her by lazily spelling her name with the very tip of your tongue. You allow copious amounts of spit to collect and flow down to her. You take your two fore fingers and lightly message her entrance. She rakes her blunt nails across your scalp and rolls her hips at you. “Cut- mmm! Cut it out. I… missed you today.”

You swoon, “How sweet.” A French kiss to her womanhood. She gasps. “I missed you too.”

“Then act like it, ya fucking brat…”

You can't help the exhale of a laugh you let out. Any other day you'd do as you were told without question. But today, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine.

You slap her cunt, right on her clit. “Oh!” She shoots off the bed and looks between her pussy and your smug expression. She grabs your hair harder as she says, “Oh, you little - !”

“You're lucky I wanna try out my new toy, or else I'd punish you~.”

You steal some of the gas out of her demeanor and use your fingertips to shove her back onto the sheets.

You attach your mouth to her opening and suckle. “Ahh…fuu…!” She’s gripping the shit out of your hair now, forcing you closer into her. You want - so desperately - to grab at her chest and pull at her nipples. Instead you opt to loop your arms around her legs and use one hand to hold open her lips, and the other to thumb aggressively at her clit. Her back is a perfect arch over the sheets, her head tossed back. You get to watch her breast shake as she trembles. It’s a beautiful sight until something nearly splashes in your eyes. You’re taken aback, but you have the wherewithal to close your eyes whilst still sucking on her hole and rubbing her out.

She lets out a deep and long groan as you eat her through her high. She slams her metal hand into the mattress as her body tightens. She knows that if she keeps her eyes closed and her body tight she’ll come again, but she also knows that she’ll sob and damn near cry in front of you if she lets that happen. She trusts you to get her there and back safely, but it’s a particular level of vulnerability she’s yet to allow herself to express, so she moves your bodies at shimmer-like speeds to kiss you instead.

You make out with her, hard and a bit sloppy. It’s her way of saying thank you. The amount of love and gratitude passing through her lips makes your heart flutter. Her praise has always brought out the submissive side of you. There was something deep within you that felt eager to please and, more often than not, had you on your knees.

You have to call out her name to prevent yourself from submitting to her now. She was at your mercy, after all.

“Vika,” you moan. “Baby, let up please.”

She whines and lightly bites your lip as she pulls away, making you smile until you get shy again.

“Can you…um…ride me?”

“Whatever you want, sugar. Whatever you need.”

Her devotion crashes into your heart-space and puddles in your core, making you hot. You kiss her more as you both work to lube up the strap and fit its harness around your hips.

It quickly lights up a hextech blue and slowly dies down, taking you both by surprise.

“I guess that means it’s working?” You say.

“You'd know for certain if you read the instructions.”

You stick your tongue out at her and she's quick to suck it into her mouth, sucking on your muscle until your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Huh,” she starts, “I guess I do taste pretty damn good.”

She positions herself as you recover from the attack on your tongue.

Six feet of muscle and brown skin tower over you. Her nipples sneak out from behind the flannel - dark and hardened. She looks at the cock before lowering herself. She doesn't take her time, she just lets her cunt swallow half the thing in one go. Facing a new challenge head on like always.

She cries out - you practically scream.

“Ah-Ahhh!” You shoot up and bury your face in her sternum, clinging to her as you convulse and pant and drool. You hold her position halfway on the dick, like you were begging her not to move lest you black out completely.

“Shit. Are you coming?”

You are. When her heat engulfed the strap, some rush of the sensation zapped right to your clit. It was as if the strap was a biological part of you. You could feel - for the first time - what it would be like to truly be inside of her. Your fingers could not compare.

She gives you a beat, but you're still just mumbling against her skin.

“Hey,” she pokes at your head, “you alive in there?”

“It - it… oh gods. I…” You kiss her sternum as you catch your breath. “I can feel you. I feel you…”

“Feel - like, inside me?!”

“Yes! Yes. It was just too much… all at once. But I'm good now. I'm good now.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looked like you were about to have a conniption. We can take a break if you ne- Uh!”

You've leaned back and dug your heels in the mattress to spear into her the rest of the way. You've braced yourself this time, not letting her tightness completely overwhelm you. But shit, she still felt so good.

“No. Need you. Please.”

She groans lowly and collects herself. “Alright, princess. Let me take care of us.”

She uses her body weight to push your hips back down onto the bed.

You moan like bitch every time she moves. Her pussy’s hot, and the thicker pads feel like velvet. You can even feel the uneven ridges of her walls. Your body jerks every time she tightens, especially near the tip. Every time she bottoms out, she rolls her hips to create friction on her clit. You could feel that too. Shit, you swear you can feel her pelvic hair against yours. You have to bite down on your knuckles to stave off your orgasm.

Her chest heaves in rhythm with yours. She occasionally bites her bottom lip. You're glad she's enjoying it but in the back of your mind, you note that you can tell she's new to this; she's readjusting her arms’ position every few bounces. It's unlikely that she's tired, probably just self-conscious, doing something so new.

Oh, my poor baby.

You find the will to place a hand on her hip to stop her. You guide her to lay her torso on yours. She still holds some of her weight up with her arms as they rest on the pillows above your head.

The hand you run down Sevika’s back makes her shiver. It lands on the swell of her ass and you tilt her hips up just so and lock your arms around the small of her back.

You plant your heels in the mattress and a kiss to her neck, and begin bucking up into her non-stop.

“Ahh! Nng!”

“Oh, fuck!”

You're both making noises you've never uttered before and - hell, is that her g-spot? Your tip glides across its puffy and soft surface and it is only by some miracle that you're able to pull your eyes from the back of your skull and peer up at her. She's cross-eyed and nearly drooling. The dark hair framing her face makes her eyes look bigger than ever. You can't hold back anymore, but you need to take care of her too. You draw her nipple between your lips and lavish them in love.

Sev falters and drops more of her weight on you - her body is writhing and her pussy is spasming around you. She slurs your name.

Your tip is squeezed between her walls and her g-spot and it makes you dig your nail into her skin. Your mouth can't let go of her chest.

Your second orgasm grips you by the throat. Your own pussy clenches as your clit throbs against the feeling of her climax. Through the haze of everything - cramping muscles, stilted breaths - you feel a massive wet spot spread beneath you.

You allow your orgasm to wash into the sheets. You hug her tight as you both recover.

Time passes. You've removed the strap from Sevika, and now lay in the wet aftermath of your lovemaking. She rolls off you and flops on the bed. It's only now that you see the creamy white substance smeared around the base. Fuuuck.

“You okay?” You ask softly. She brushes her hair from your face. You revel in the affection.

“You see what you just did to me?! I'm more than “okay”, princess.”

“Thank you, Vika, so much.”

Sevika rolls to rest her forehead on yours. “S’that what was on your mind? Taking control?”

You nod.

“You can ask me anything, idiot, you know that.”

“Yeah. Just got a little nervous I guess. Thank you again though…”

“Always such a fucking sap,” she kisses your lips, “you're welcome, idiot.”

“Would you do it again? I know I have a lot to learn about topping, but I'd like to take care of you more often, if you like it too.”

She sighs and runs her hand through your hair a little more. “You keep fucking me like that and you can do whatever you want with me, baby.”

You kiss her lips. “I'll keep that in mind~”

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I'm not 100% in love with it, but I refuse to let perfectionism rule my life any longer! More to come 😋

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[nioreyounglove]

Sevika Break-up Headcanons

I might make a short fic, I’m not sure yet. This is my first written fic in about 4.5 years. I know this is just a headcanon dump, but constructive criticism is always welcome. 🖤

Men and minors do not interact

T/W: very brief mentions of sex.

Sevika’s coping methods would largely depend on the nature of the break-up and the length/quality of your relationship. She is loyal, but not to a fault; if you cheated, she’ll wipe her hands clean of you. She might binge drink and smoke more if she truly didn’t see it coming, or if you’ve been together for a number of years.You can apologize and beg but she won’t take you back. After some time she might forgive you, but you won’t be awarded the opportunity to betray her again. If you cheated during a much shorter relationship (>6mo.s), then she’d just go to the brothel and resume life as usual. Nothing lost, nothing gained. “Couldn’t keep it in your pants for even a minute?”, she’d scoff. “Pathetic.” 

Sevika could have anyone she wanted in all of Zaun (and at least a third of Piltover), so if she sees that she’s putting in more effort than you, or that you're not over an ex, she’ll just let you go. Not in a, “Why waste my time with you when I could have literally anyone else?” sort of way. But in a genuine, “This clearly isn’t going to work. ‘Hope you figure shit out,” kind of way. Though it may seem that this queen doesn't age, she is likely in her early thirties to mid forties, and she is canonically a very level-headed person. She has more than enough sense/wisdom to know when something isn’t going to work out.

If, for instance, it was a short lived relationship that ended amicably (like wanting different things in life, or just not feeling super connected to each other), she would still treat you with kindness and respect. Nod and smile at you when she sees you in the street, and asks you about your day.

You just might have an angrier split from Sev: yelling so loud the neighbors swear at you both to shut up, her cursing your name, you throwing random shoes at her head (she is unfazed). If clubbing is how you cope with this kind of break-up, she’ll just roll her eyes at you. You go out of your way to pop up at her usual hangout spots, making sure she sees you grind on other people and scream-sing to every angry break-up song the DJ plays. She’s really annoyed and really ready to hate-fuck you against the wall (and she just might do it if you piss her off enough). 

Sad girl hours ahead:

The most painful break-up would come from one where you both still love each other. If you two couldn’t reconcile over something despite putting forth every effort, or you just couldn’t come to terms with the inherently life-threatening nature of her job as Silco’s right hand. She’s not going to the brothel no matter how many invites the ladies give her. 

If it's been a number of weeks or months after that kind of split, she would slowly start returning to her usual routine of playing cards with the boys and drinking at the bar. She’ll still feel her heart squeeze when she sees you around town, but with time she’ll be able to greet you without having to fight the urge to beg you to come home.

She’ll revert to unhealthier habits if she sees or hears that someone is pursuing you for an actual relationship. See, the thought of you sleeping with someone else makes her sick still, but to see someone gently hold your waist, kiss your hands, wipe your tears… she is going to lose it. 

She would ask for you to go back to her. “I know we still have to figure out our differences about [insert reason for sad break-up] and shit, but.. please come back. Just… think about it.”

She’ll leave you as much time as you need to make your choice. It’s completely up to you, but just know that she doesn’t want anyone else but you.

[nioreyounglove]

~ Crushing ~

(Momo Yaoyorozu & Reader)

“What are you smiling about?”

Momo looks up from the bathroom mirror and smiles at her best friend, [Y/N]. “I think I’m going to confess today!” For months on end, Yaoyorozu had been a crushing over some boy in school.

“To your mystery crush? That’s a big deal.You think it will go well?”

“It just has to! I know he feels the same way!” She was certain of it! He smiled every time he saw her, and their conversations were so engaging. He believes in her when no one else even looks her way. ‘Only a boy in love with a girl does those things,’ she thinks to herself. ‘A boy in love with me.’

“I sure hope he does! Maybe you’ll finally tell me who it is when he says yes.”

“I haven’t told you because that might jinx it!”

“That’s some strange logic but alright.” [Y/N] giggled at her friend’s nonsense as she always did. When she first heard of her friend’s crush, [Y/N] was constantly studying Momo to find out who she liked. She narrowed it down to someone in their class but out of respect to her privacy, decided to leave the issue alone until Momo told her herself.

“Well what’s your reason for not telling me who you’re dating?” Momo asks as she combs her hair, watching her friend get ready for school too.

“We’re just keeping it low key. This is the first relationship either of us have been in and we want to keep it to ourselves.” Momo had been trying to discover who [Y/N] was dating too. With [Y/N]’s lack of flirty tendencies, Momo determined that it must be someone outside of UA. Perhaps someone from Shiketsu?

“Hey, maybe after school we can tell each other who we’re dating!” Yaoyorozu smiles again and [Y/N] does too.

“I’d like that Momo. Now let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She spent all of homeroom preparing for her confession. Daydreaming her perfect fantasy. Aizawa sensei reprimanded her absentmindedness.

She planned to do it at lunch, but he seemingly vanished as class dismissed. She searched for him in the cafeteria and in the hallways but couldn’t find him. Not even her best friend was around to calm her anxieties.

‘Oh well,’ she sighed. ‘There’s always tomorrow, it seems.’ Though she doubted she’d have the courage to do it then.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Yaoyorozu enters the library following last period and makes her way to the back rooms in silence. In the middle of her homework she witnesses a beautiful distraction. A boy of white and red passes by the in slow motion.

She can barely contain herself.

“Todoroki!” She shouts loudly, and the folks surrounding give her a dreadful look. She’s embarrassed and blushing.

“Good afternoon Yaoyorozu. How are you?”

His deep, soft voice never failed to set her heart ablaze. The way he said her name was music. She smiles in spite of herself, blushing in front of him embarrassed her further.

“I-I’m well, just studying for the exams!”

“That’s great. I was going to ask you to help me study too. You’re the smartest person in our homeroom.”

And here he goes again, making her head spin and her face heat.

“Your face is red,” he observed. “Are you sick? I can come back next time if you’re ill.”

“No! No, I’m okay! Sit. We can study together.”

He bows his head in thanks and takes a seat.

  She hardly looks at her notes at all. Mesmerized by the way he holds his pencil, the way he twists it when he’s focusing. She only speaks up when he requests her assistance. She is all too happy to help him.

As nervous as she is, she finds peace in sitting with him. Strength in his presence. ‘Yeah’, she thinks to herself, ‘he is just right for me.’ She was certain of it.

  An hour of distracted studying later and she finally decides for herself: ‘I have to do it now.’ Momo thinks. ‘Or else I’ll get too scared.’

As she works up the nerve to speak, a buzz comes from Todoroki’s pocket. He quietly checks the phone’s screen and packs his things. “I have to go. Maybe we can study again next week.”

Momo squeals and stands in a panic. It must be now!

“I actually wanted to ask you something before you go!”

The dual-colored boy gives his attention.

 Here goes nothing.

“I um, I know it’s a strong word to use, but Todoroki… I love you. Ever since we got paired for last year’s exams you’ve inspired me to be better. To be more confident in my abilities and what I can do. I love you Todoroki and I want to be yours… if you’ll have me. Please accept my feelings.”

“No.”

  What?

 What did he just say?

 He can’t be serious.

  “I understand first hand that it must have taken a lot to say this. But no Yaoyorozu, I just don’t feel that way about you.”

His phone buzzes again and he sighs.

“I really have to go.” He turns to leave the room but looks over his shoulder at this shaken girl. “I hope we can still be friends.”

He leaves the room and she is left alone to hold herself, crying softly into her hands.

Her whole heart is dying… and the feeling is crushing.

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Second fan-fic up. Woohoo!

Should I do a part two?

Shout out to my first ever followers on this blog! Thanks so much to everyone reading! Feel free to request something.

[nioreyounglove]

~ Watchful ~

           Izuku Midoriya is a very respectable young man. He doesn’t make habits out of eavesdropping or lying, and he doesn’t spy on people in respect to their privacy. He had a very good mother who taught him right from wrong; and Izuku Midoriya knew right from wrong.

           So, when he found himself staring at his two classmates engaging in a rather – ahem – heated make out session, he knew he was in the wrong. But it was an accident! It was a mistake! And how was he supposed to know they’d be here?! He was just walking down the hall! And he just happened to see them! And… and honestly, he should’ve this coming. Thinking back, he kinda knew they would end up together.

           The way those two bickered with each other resembled a war zone. It was enough to convince anyone that those two hated each other’s guts. It was for that very reason that the majority of Class 1-A would often jest about how the pair were destined to marry. Though [Y/N] wasn’t the only person equipped to tolerate Bakugou’s sour tongue, she was the only person able to match his vulgar demeanor and throw his insults back at him.

           So, maybe, Deku thought, the rest of the class was right. Because the way those two were leaning into each other – the way she held his face, the way he held her so close to him- seemed so natural. So easy.

           [Y/N]’s face showed pure bliss- as if she’d been there before; wrapped comfortably in Katsuki’s embrace with her mouth against his.

           All of it proving that their current situation was nothing new. That they had been kissing each other - loving each other - long before this. That Midoriya’s childhood friend had actually found love.

           Deku smiled.

           It wasn’t until Bakugou eased his hand under [Y/N]’s shirt that Deku blushed darkly, remembering he wasn’t supposed to be watching.

           He snuck back down the hallway, being sure to make plenty of noise before returning as to alert them of his presence. When he rounded the corner again, Bakugou and [Y/N] had separated. She was turned towards her locker, pretending to organize things and Bakugou walked down the hall in Deku’s direction. They pretended not to notice each other’s presence.

           Deku smiled again witnessing the lip gloss smeared across Kacchan’s face.

           “What. The. Fuck are you looking at Deku?!”

           “N-nothing!”

           “Oh! Good evening Midoriya!”

           “H-hey [Y/N].” He blushed again.

           “Sorry that moronic friend of yours doesn’t have any manners.”

           “I heard that you fucking wench!!”

           “Don’t you have somewhere to be, you two-bit bastard?”

           Deku smiled again and proceeded towards his original destination.

           “Well Young Midoriya, you seem rather cherry for training today.” Deku entered All Might’s office and turned towards the large window, watching once again, as Bakugou and [Y/N] playfully shoved each other in the court yard. They laughed and held hands once more as they walked each other home in the gentle light of the sunset.

           “Yeah,” Deku responded to his mentor. Smiling even brighter. “Guess I’m just really happy today!”

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My first ever written and posted fan-fic. I’m sooo happy! Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!