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if you’re maga or close to someone who is - hell, if you aren’t adamantly against maga - you really don’t belong in a fandom filled with queer people, women, disabled people and poc.
this comes from seeing a certain sevika writer agreeing with the stupid ‘it’s none of my concern if my friends are maga, we just need to love one another’ bullshit.
this is no longer ‘just political’. it is a complete lack of morals.
if you’re maga or close to someone who is - hell, if you aren’t adamantly against maga - you really don’t belong in a fandom filled with queer people, women, disabled people and poc.
this comes from seeing a certain sevika writer agreeing with the stupid ‘it’s none of my concern if my friends are maga, we just need to love one another’ bullshit.
this is no longer ‘just political’. it is a complete lack of morals.
age gap , bsf mom!sevika , fingering , dirty talk , finger riding , clothed sex , smut no plot , cum licking , dom!sevika , sub!reader , college student!reader // read part one for some context
You feel like you’ve betrayed Mira. Her mom is too hot, you can’t resist. You’re now sitting on her lap, kissing her, your lips hungrily mushing into hers. Her hands remain on your waist, giving it the occasional squeeze to earn a needy little whine from you.
You’re wet from the kiss alone. It’s so obvious because of how you grind your hips up and down on her lap, almost as if you’re trying to hump her to get off.
Sevika chuckles softly and pulls you away from her, just to look at you. She brushes your hair behind your ear, “oh, sweetheart, aren’t you so adorable? What’s Mira going to think of this, hmm?”
“I don’t want to think about it,” you murmur, cheeks redder than you wanted them to be. You don’t know how to even bring it up to her. That you like her mom.
Sevika watches how your thighs try to press together, like the wetness in your panties is becoming overwhelming especially when Sevika acts so clueless, like she doesn’t know she’s turning you on.
“You’re fidgeting a lot,” Sevika says calmly before moving her hand between your thighs—and she cups your clothed pussy, “what’s this, sweetie?”
“... It’s—umm—I’m… I’m wet for you.”
“For me?” She raises a brow, making a small humming sound like she’s amused, “I guess then I have to take care of it, yeah?”
“You don’t have to—!” You say quickly, getting shy and awkward.
Your words make Sevika laugh as she rubs your opening through your panties using two fingers, “oh, you’re funny, doll.”
Her fingers push your panties to the side and she shoves inside two fingers. You gasp and grab her shoulders tightly, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Then why’re y’riding my fingers, baby?”
“I’m not,” you lie, moving your hips in an angle that buries all of it deeper, stroking your g-spot, “f-fuck… you’re—you’ve got some long fingers.”
Sevika is having too much fun with this. She’s got years of experience under her belt while you’re just a college student who just so happens to develop a crush on your best friend’s mom. She knows you’re nervous. And your nerves only make your pussy feel more sensitive.
“Ohhhh—ngh…” you clutch her shoulders tighter.
“Careful, sweetie, you’re gonna leave marks,” Sevika coos tenderly, adding a third finger.
Your eyes widen, lips parting and all that leaves is a strangled gasp. Her three fingers together are thicker, and they make the most lewd squelching sound when they thrust upwards into your pussy, so deep you swear you can feel the tips of her fingers kissing your cervix.
“I’m cumming,” your eyes roll back, pussy convulsing, “w-we have to… we have to keep this a secret.”
Sevika takes her time withdrawing her digits. She licks your cum right off her fingers, “yeah?”
“Yeah, Mira can’t find out.”
“Why’s that, doll?”
“I can’t lose her as a friend,” you say quietly.
Sevika smiles warmly, but there’s a hint of something devious behind her silver eyes, “it’ll be our first dirty little secret then.”
Sevika has only ever worked blue collar jobs. Landscaping as a younger teenager in the summer before transitioning to construction after she drops out. When she's a bit older, she takes a break to work in a factory after the construction company merges. By the time you get together, Sevika has gotten into welding.
She prefers to take jobs that will keep her close to you, but sometimes the pay for travel is actually too good to pass up. If she leaves, Sevika 100% buys you some sort of gift to distract you (it doesn't work and you miss her terribly)
You pack Sevika's lunch with the meal prep she makes for throughout the week. You like to add a few snacks to keep her hunger satisfied and a cute letter or two so she knows how much you love her.
Sevika's hands are rough, and at first, she doesn't want to touch you because of it. You offer up all sorts of lotions and creams, but Sevika does manage to get over it because how could she not hold your hand.
Guys at work start buying the lotions she uses and they start getting hair and skin tips from her. Sevika thought it was a joke at first, but the longer it goes on the less she's sure of it.
Absolutely loves leaning into a more masculine style when the two of you go out. Especially if you're dressed in something cute and frilly because it makes people stare. Sevika is feminine enough that she knows anyone who misgenders her is just trying to be an asshole (and she enjoys the arguments)
You don't have to work if you do not want to, and Sevika makes it clear that even if you don't work, she wouldn't expect you to suddenly start playing housewife. She wants you to find everything you enjoy and will give you all the time in the world to do so.
She's in awe of any artistic talent you have because she swears that she has none. You've seen her weld little sculptures when she's bored and know how untrue that sentiment is.
Sevika is a woman of routine and her most important part is the post-work hot bath. She's soaking in oils and salts mixed specifically to deal with the pain and aches she gets throughout the day.
If you bring her a glass of win or a snack during her soak, she's treating you like a princess in the bedroom later.
Cooking is a together thing even though Sevika is definitely in charge. Sometimes your entire job is to have a glass of wine and let her take a sip or two as she cooks.
Sevika also bakes a lot on her days off. She likes to bake after going to the gym, claiming that's her reward. Sometimes it's protein treats, but most of the time she just makes you a little cake to show her appreciation.
When she's on the road, Sevika will always be on the phone with you. She doesn't care if she's riding alone or not, the guys know better than to try and tease her about you. Someone made a comment once and might as well have disappeared.
She drank a lot as a coping mechanism for the stress of it all and definitely did some shimmer to take the edge off, but she weans herself off of it when you get serious. She still drinks, but Sevika would rather die than let you see her fucked up on shimmer.
If she knows you're gonna be home before she can shower after work, Sevika gives herself a few heavy sprays of a cologne that masks the smell of sweat, metal, and fire as best that anything can. She won't kiss you until she's clean, purely out of respect.
Hey u and ur sexy brain😝 what about possesive!sevika x reader where shes tough towards others but during sex is all needy and lovey
Was literally scrolling through twitter lookin at Sevvy art when this came in tee hee but me? MY sexy brain? Gah, c’mere you!! Jk but I’m delighted to write for Sevika.
Cw! Dom! Reader, sub! Sevika, strap usage, reader using the strap, praise
Tldr: sevika is a billy badass but is absolutely whipped for her lover as she should be ❤️
A/n: I think I really love writinf for sevika cause she’s low-key the one who got me to 300+ likes also (insert dreamy sigh) I wish she was real…
Sevika: right hand woman to Silco. Built of muscle and pure strength, commanded every room she walked into. But goodness, if she wasn’t all yours at the end of the day. She’d have her arm tight around your waist in public but will practically be glued right against to you.
It’s like a mask to you, an act of some sort which Sevika seemed to be a veteran in. She had a reputation to uphold, you see? So that mask was up with everyone; Silco, Jinx, randos on the street. She had to keep up appearances, strongest woman in Zaun, most powerful at least.
But after all that, after being all tough, strong and stoic, she winds up back home in your arms, melting in your grasp as you rub her back. “Oh, there you are, big girl.” Pulling her into a sweet embrace, oh, your lover’s back; what joy!! She’s tired and so are you because you stay up late waiting for her to come home but you’re both happy.
“Gotta stop staying up for me, baby, you need to get your beauty sleep.” She spoke, resting her cheek atop your head, so soft on you. “I missed you, sweetheart.” Sevika mumbled into your hair, your arms wraps around her waist. “Missed you too, ‘Vika.”
Her hand comes to tug at your shirt. “Please, can we tonight?” What she asked was implied, but you knew Sevika through and through. “Of course.” You’d love to, really. The two of you slink off to your bedroom, you guiding her there.
You bury your strap deep inside her as she lays back, whining and moaning gently in the night, arms wrapped around you. This was the payoff of having a long day aura farming and listening to Jinx yap. “R-right there, princess, ahhh- thank you.”
Honestly, you think she’s the princess here, getting your special treatment. “I thought about you— nghhhh- all day.” She whined, hips arching to meet your thrusts. “N-needed you so bad-“, watching you wreck her so damn lovingly.
With how wet she is, no doubt she’s been thinking of you all day. You smile as you keep your pace even, your darling Sevika was taking the strap so well. “Look at you, ‘Vika.” Your hand coming to cradle her face. “So beautiful.” Pumping in and out of her with so much tenderness this isn’t even sex anymore; you two are making love.
Her face flushes faintly, she quite liked praise as did most others. “Y-yeah?” She managed to get out. “Of course.” Your pace starts to speed up. “Oh, fuck-“, she whines, hands coming to pull your head in. Sevika kisses you deeply, both of you moaning into it.
Her arms wrap around you, keeping you practically skin-to-skin. “J-just like that, you don’t know how bad I needed this—“, she tells you, feeling start to rub against her sweet spot. Sevika practically melts into the bed. “Oh— please, don’t stop, please, please, please, sweetheart-, her face is tucked into your chest as you rub over that spot. Giving her some release from her hard day.
She deserves it after all. With your final thrusts, she cums on the strap, pulling you impossibly closer to cuddle. You let her burying her face into your chest, stroking her short strands, easing Sev to sleep.
You still interact with Nicole/Hannah after having said you won’t crazy priorities
ion know anybody up here like that, and good writing is good writing 🤷🏽♀️ and would you not have to be interacting with her as well to know i am? or r u just checkin up on me
synopsis : nanami took you out for ice cream to make up for last night. gojo tagged along. but the real cherry on top? that woman from nanami’s past shows up. and she looks real trouble.
Warm friday night air clings softly to your skin, the scent of waffle cones and melted sugar floating around you as you stand before a glowing ice cream stall. The board above you lists too many flavors, all chalked up in messy cursive. Caramel, cotton candy, triple chocolate fudge, blueberry cheesecake…
You chew your bottom lip, hands folded nervously in front of you as you scan the options.“I can’t decide…” you mumble.
“Buy all of ‘em,” Gojo says immediately, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid on a sugar high, sunglasses pushed up into his white hair. “I’ll pay. just blink twice if you want me to fund your sweet-tooth era.”
Nanami sighs beside you. “you’re not paying.”
“Says who?” Gojo smirks. “you took her out but I’m the one who makes her smile.”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Nanami mutters.
You glance up at them both, cheeks already warm. Gojo’s grin is wide and Nanami’s stoic, hands in his pockets. You shift on your feet, heart fluttering. Honestly, you’re still recovering from yesterday, bruises high on your thighs hidden under your skirt, soreness that hasn’t left. Nanami had held your trembling body all night, apologizing under his breath, lips pressed to your temple, promising—“I’ll make it up to you. this weekend. Ice cream. just us.”
Except Gojo overheard. And now here he was, ruining the peace.
“Oh, oh—try that mango one. mango makes everything better,” Gojo says, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “like, imagine it melting on your cunt while someone’s fingering you. so hot.”
You suck in a breath, eyes going wide. “t-toru!”
He just chuckles, shameless and unbothered, then leans down to whisper near your ear, “or do you prefer chocolate? because, bunny dipped in chocolate is a combo I’d pay for.”
You try not to combust on the spot. Nanami exhales deeply. “stop talking.”
Just then, a voice calls out from across the street, smooth and playful. “kento~!” Nanami turns, brows furrowed. Gojo does too.
And then her voice registers. You look just in time to see her. Tall, elegant, maybe in her early thirties, blonde waves swept back in a high twist, a sharp black blazer hugging her curves. Red lipstick. High heels. A smile that could kill.
Gojo whistles low. “damn. older women are always a blessing for my pretty eyes…”
You go quiet. Nanami's expression softens the second recognition hits. He smiles back, actually smiles and lifts a hand in greeting.
“Sweetheart,” he says gently to you, touching your shoulder. “pick something you like, hmm? I’ll be back in a minute.”
Your lips part to reply, but he's already walking across the street, not even waiting for it. Your heart sinks a little. Just a little.
Gojo keeps talking, mostly to himself. “you think she spanks men for fun? she gives off that boss lady vibe. shit, I’d let her tell me to sit, and I’d bark. proudly.”
You blink at him, mouth twitching, but your eyes keep slipping across the road. Nanami’s posture is relaxed, he’s not usually like that. The two of them talk, and she laughs, her hand brushing his forearm.
“Maybe I should get the vanilla,” you murmur, too soft.
"Mhmm you sure you're a vanilla girl?" Gojo smirks. He picks up a sample spoon, dips it into the pistachio, licks it once, then makes a face. “nah. that’s a bad head flavor. you want something creamy. like hazelnut. Or caramel. something that melts easy. so when it drips on your cunt, I can just lick…” he mimics licking it off his wrist.
You squeak, tugging at his shirt. “satoru… there are kids here…”
“These are life lessons,” he retorts with a wink.
Your attention drifts back across the road. Nanami’s laughing now. You pout slightly, eyes burning even though you tell yourself it’s nothing. Just an old friend. An ex, maybe. He’d never said. He wasn’t the type to hide things, but still… When they hug, something inside you twists. And then he’s coming back, straightening his sleeves, walking towards you.
“Have you picked?” he asks, voice smooth, eyes on you. You nod, pointing weakly to the blueberry cheesecake. Gojo hums something under his breath. You catch the words “lick” and “cream” but don’t want to ask. Nanami pays after a battle with Gojo.
You’re too quiet now, licking the corner of your spoon as you three begin walking home. Gojo talks enough for all three of you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders. You keep sneaking glances at Nanami, trying not to think of her laugh. The way he smiled at her. And beside you, Gojo’s fingers tap-tap along your shoulder, his voice low and smug.
The walk back home is filled with low chatter, Gojo is talking a mile a minute about some theory that somehow ties back to boobs and ice cream, but you don’t catch most of it. You’re quiet. Too quiet. Your fingers curl tighter around the paper cup in your hands, the ice cream inside mostly melted now. It tastes sweet on your tongue, but your expression doesn't match. You’re trying not to pout. Really, you are. But every time the image of that woman hugging Nanami flashes behind your eyes, something in your chest just drops. Gojo glances down at you as you trail beside him, head a little low.
“Hey, bunny,” he nudges you gently with his elbow. “you okay?”
You nod quickly.
“…didn’t like the ice cream, huh?”
You blink up at him. “no, it’s not that.”
“You’re pouting,” he says in your ear.
“I’m not,” you whisper back, even though you definitely are. Nanami slows his steps until he’s walking on your other side, eyes narrowing as he watches you. You don't meet his gaze.
“You cold?” he asks, already unzipping his coat.
You shake your head, but your voice betrays you. “I’m fine.”
He doesn’t listen, wrapping his coat over your shoulders anyway, hands lingering on your arms for a second longer than needed. The warmth makes you sink into the fabric without thinking.
“Thank you…” you murmur.
“You're quiet,” he says under his breath, like he’s filing that thought away.
When you reach the apartment, the door creaks open to the familiar scent of home. The living room is dim. Toji’s passed out on the couch, one arm draped over his face, mouth open slightly. Geto’s door is shut, faint music playing behind it. You toe off your shoes quietly, still wrapped in Nanami’s coat.
Gojo, of course, doesn’t know how to be quiet. The moment you try to step into your room, he squeezes in right behind you. “hey, hey—don’t shut me out. I missed you.”
“I was with you this morning, though,” you whisper, glancing at Nanami over your shoulder.
Gojo grins. “yeah, when you were bouncing on my cock and making the prettiest little sobs I’ve ever heard. doesn’t count as ‘quality time’.”
Your face turns crimson. “satoruu!!!”
He steps closer, arms ready to wrap around you, when Nanami grabs the back of his collar and yanks him out of your doorway like a misbehaving mutt.
Gojo stumbles back into the hallway. “HEY! RUDE.” Nanami slips inside your room and closes the door behind him firmly.
Gojo starts a full-blown tantrum outside. “you two are selfish! I offer free love and look what I get! used and thrown away like fuckin' trash—”
“Gojo, bed. now.” Nanami snaps.
Gojo groans. “ughhhh. fiiine. just so you know, this is why I’m emotionally distant with men.” You hear him muttering something about being “underappreciated” as he stomps off to his room.
The door clicks softly behind him. Now it’s quiet. Nanami exhales, hands loosening as he approaches you. His eyes are softer now, searching your face. “did you enjoy the ice cream?”
You hesitate, then nod.
He steps closer. “you sure you’re alright… from last night?”
You glance down at your legs, where his grip had bloomed purple over your skin. You nod again, more firm this time. “I’m okay,” you whisper.
He cups your face gently and kisses you deep, warm, lips pressing slow like he means it. You lean into him without thinking, letting his hand slide to your back. When he pulls away, his voice is low. “alright, sweetheart. get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He starts toward the door. Your heart panics, speaking before you think, with trembling voice. “..uhmm… nanami?”
He pauses, hand on the knob, looking over his shoulder. “yeah, baby?”
You shuffle in place, wringing your fingers. “I… uhh… can… can we… I-I wanna…”
His brows lift slightly as he turns to face you fully. “hmm?”
Your throat goes dry. “I wanna… do it.”
His expression shifts, amusement curving his lips, but his voice stays warm. “Oh?” he hums, stepping toward you again. “are you saying you want me to fuck you, dear?”
You nod once, face burning. He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “who am I to say no to that?”
He kisses you again, deeper, his tongue slow and thorough like he’s savoring the shape of your mouth. Then, he lifts you gently and lays you across your bed. His hands unbutton your top carefully like he’s unwrapping something rare.
“Such a shy little thing…” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your chest. “but look at you asking for my cock. you must’ve missed it, hmm?”
You whimper softly. “… yeah.”
He smiles. “then I’ll give it to you. nice and slow.”
The room fills with soft gasps and the shuffle of fabric. Nanami’s mouth maps every inch of your skin, tongue warm, lips dragging over your neck, collarbone, breasts, thighs. He kisses every bruise he left before.
“Sorry,” he whispers each time. “you were too good… couldn’t help myself.”
He doesn’t fuck you. Not yet. First, he worships you. Hands firm on your thighs, spreading you, he licks your cunt like a man starved, slow and precise, tongue swirling around your clit, letting your moans get louder and messier until you’re writhing and clinging to the sheets. Only then does he finally slide into you inch by slow inch, watching your face the whole time.
“You always take me so well,” he breathes, groaning against your neck. “so tight like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”
You’re gasping, arms around his shoulders, every stroke making your mind blur. His hips move slow and deep, kissing the ache in your belly. His hand sneaks between your legs to rub you just right, making you cry out.
“Shh, shh… I got you,” he whispers. “you’re doing so good, baby.”
By the end, your skin is slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, every nerve burning in the best way. He stays buried inside you as you both pant for air, foreheads pressed together. Then, he pulls out and gathers you close, arms snug around your waist. You’re tucked in his chest, your leg thrown over his, fingers tracing small circles on his ribs.
“…Nanamin, can I… ask you something?”
His voice was still thick with post-orgasm bliss, low and soft against your temple. "oh? what is it, dear? need something? water?"
You shook your head slowly, cheek still pressed to his chest where you could hear the steady beat of his heart. "... do you like my hair?"
He blinked, pulling back slightly to look down at you, brows slightly furrowed. "huh? yeah, baby—of course I do. your hair's just as pretty as you. why ask me that all of a sudden?"
You avoided his eyes, fiddling with a strand of your hair nervously. "nothing, just..." you mumbled, "I was wondering if I should colour it."
Nanami hummed and brought a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you closer until your chest brushed against his. "hmm? why, baby? I mean, if you want to, of course. what colour do you have in mind, hmm?" he asked, voice turning warm again as he tilted his head and nuzzled into your chest. He licked over your nipple suddenly, making you jerk slightly.
"Ahhh! nghh... uhmm... do you think I’d look prettier in blonde?"
He paused to press a kiss against your tit, then glanced up. "blonde? hmm. well, I think black suits your eyes more, makes you look soft and sweet."
Another slow lick over your nipple. "but yeah, you’d still be pretty in blonde. you’d look pretty with anything."
You blinked down at him. "Ohh... hmm... okay..."
He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly. "why sweetheart? did gojo ask you to colour your hair?"
You quickly shook your head, lips pressing together. Nanami smirked and leaned up to kiss your lips, a slow, lingering kiss that soothed your nerves. You gently pulled away, slipping from the bed, naked still, as your eyes caught sight of his coat on the table. You padded over, slipped it over your shoulders, and hugged the fabric close. Nanami sat up on the bed, admiring the view with a soft groan.
"Nanamin… do I look good in this?"
His eyes dragged over you hungry and admiring, as he huffed a little laugh. "In a blazer? course, yeah. you look like a boss lady who’s about to ruin a man’s life."
You blushed a little, biting your lip. "s-so… does this style suit me more?"
He narrowed his eyes, sensing the undertone in your voice. "you look good in everything, baby. no matter what you wear."
You hesitated, then mumbled, "but... do you like this type of dress more than… my usual?"
Nanami stood, walking over to you completely naked, still semi-hard and completely unbothered by it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in. "I didn’t say that," he kissed your forehead. "I said you always look pretty. whatever you wear."
You stared up at him with wide eyes before dragging him back to bed and slowly sitting on his lap, facing him skin to skin now, his cock twitching against your thigh. You curled your arms around his neck.
"Can I ask you something again?" you asked quietly. He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw.
"Oh? you sure have a lot of questions tonight. come on, ask me."
"Who… was that woman?"
You tried to sound casual, keeping your tone soft, neutral. But he picked up on it right away. Nanami blinked, then gave a small exhale. "an ex-colleague. we worked together for about five years."
"Were you close with her?"
"Not really. just professional stuff. I saw her today after more than a year."
Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of the coat. "are you going to see her again?"
Nanami tilted his head slightly. "she did mention grabbing a coffee sometime to catch up. why, dear?"
You looked away. "no… nothing..."
He went quiet for a moment. The silence hung in the air before you whispered again. "..umm... nanamin?"
"Yes, love?"
You took a shaky breath. "do you like... women your age more?"
He blinked, brows furrowing, before his face broke into an incredulous little chuckle. "Ohh... so this is what it’s about, huh?"
"Wh-what—" you quickly shook your head, eyes wide and cheeks burning.
"Jealous, dear?"
"I’m not—jealous! why would I be—"
"Mmmhm." he leaned in, kissing your pout. "my pretty little girl’s all possessive for me, huh?"
You looked away again. He cradled your face with one hand and murmured, "she’s just an old friend, baby. married. has kids. even if she wasn’t—it wouldn’t matter." He pulled your face back to his. "I have you. yeah?"
You looked into his eyes, soft and hopeful. "promise?" He smiled and then bit down on your nipple without warning. "ah! nanamin!"
"Promise." He grinned, lips tugging at your sensitive flesh before letting go with a wet pop. "jealousy looks real good on you, baby..." He moved to your other nipple and sucked hard, swirling his tongue. "...but you’d look even better bouncing on my cock again, wouldn’t you?"
You slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks flushed. "don’t say that!"
He laughed against your skin, licking your palm teasingly before pulling your hand down and murmuring, "c’mon... just one more round, yeah? wanna fill you up, make sure you know who you belong to."
His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing tight. "you’re not leaving this bed till I’ve fucked that jealousy right out of you, baby."
Your breath caught in your throat as he lifted you effortlessly, lining you up on his cock again and then he paused, smirking, "still wanna question me, sweetheart? or are you ready to get fucked dumb again?"
Drabble: g!p Sevika who walks like it's heavy. That's it.
If there's one thing about Sevika that you adore, it's the way she walks.
Since the very first time you saw her, her walk told you everything you needed to know. She was tall and broad, muscles bulging even when relaxed. Natraully a protector... at least of what she feels needs protecting.
Though the thing you noticed? It's heavy.
Sevika walks around with the confidence she absolutely should have, knowing she's packing a thick, heavy, fat, girthy cock in her pants. Snatched waist, hips that sway like she knows exactly how to use it. A natural advantage that destroys you in the most delicious way.
Her bulge almost always looks like she's aroused even when she's not. The moster tucked away but undeniably there, unable to hide the sheer size of it. And when she's a little chubbed up from watching you do... well anything? She can't hide it. Has to sit down for ten minutes.
From the early days of your relationship she set rules... disguised as being for you but if she was honest they're mostly for her. No kisses longer than a peck in public, she doesn't want to be walking around visibly excited when she know people would be able to tell. On top of that you're not allowed to wearanything too sexy or pretty for the exact same reason- not unless you're willing to let her take you to the bathroom to sort the issue you created.
Sevika x Fem, face grinding, pussy eating, fingering, no aftercare
Sitting across from Sevika at the dinner table, there's been maybe a five to ten second pause between each and every glance you shoot her way. Your eyes will rise, settle for a moment on the delicious curve of her nose, then drop again, all while mentally telling yourself the idea is ridiculous and that she'd never think to agree to it.
It's only as you look up again that you see her watching you, her brows sitting low as she juts her chin at you. "What?"
"Nothing," you meekly mutter, your head falling.
Feeling her foot gently nudging yours, you glance up, hearing her say, "tell me,"
"It's nothing, it's stupid,"
"It can't be both, doll. What is it?"
In truth, the idea of grinding against her nose has been on your mind from the very first time she ate you out, your eyes utterly captivated by the way it pressed firm against your clit, her tongue several inches inside of you. You have tried on multiple occasions to slip yourself into just the right position, but it always ended in failure. It's the awkwardness of asking that's kept you from knowing what it would really feel like.
Pushing your food around your plate, you offer a weak shrug. Clearly unhappy by this, Sevika mutters something incoherent beneath her breath before quickly saying, "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is,"
"It's not—" You pause, unsure of how to continue. "There's nothing wrong, it's just an idea I had,"
"And you think it's stupid?"
"I think it's ridiculous," you respond, looking up at her. "I mean, there's no way you'd ever agree to it anyway so,"
Frowning at you, it's obvious by her expression alone that she doesn't intend to let it go so easily. "How can you say that when I don't even know what it is? For all you know, I might agree to it,"
"You won't,"
"Yeah?" She asks, offering an irritated tilt of her head. "Try me,"
"I—" You begin, stammering. "Well, I—"
Really, what do you have to lose?
"I want to grind on your nose," you say, so quietly that you're not even sure if she heard you.
It's her brief, surprised chuckle that tells you she did. "What?"
"I want..." Looking away, you softly mutter, "I want to grind on your nose,"
Silence. For a moment, you have to wonder if she's perhaps judging you, telling herself it's the most idiotic idea to ever come out of your mouth.
Then, offering a deep, heavy sigh, she stands from her chair, pushes her plate aside, and curls a finger at you. "Come here,"
You waste no time in standing, though you are admittedly a little shaky. In truth, you hadn't expected her to agree so easily, and so the dark look overtaking her steel grey eyes is more than enough invitation to draw you closer.
Reaching for your hip, a hand gently grips onto you, manoeuvring your body so that you're positioned against the table, your front to hers. She spends a moment like that, gently running a thumb across your hip, her eyes cast down over you. Then, without so much as a word, she strips down your bottom half, impatiently tugging clothes away until you stand half-dressed. You watch as she sinks, taking her place on her knees with both hands gently cupping the bare skin of your ass. As she exhales, you feel the warm spread of air fan out across you, creating tiny tingles yet to expand.
"Tell me something," she says, her eyelids hooded, "just how many ideas have you had? How many did you deem too ridiculous to share?"
Her voice is low, barely on the cusp of a whisper. As she speaks, there's a slight breathiness to her words, an audible swallow running down her throat. You watch as her lips part, your gaze fixated on the way her tongue dashes through them. It's only as she looks up that you think to speak.
"I think of something new each and every time I look at you,"
Her exhale is warm, long. It's as if years' worth of built-up stress is sinking, falling away from her shoulders with not one word following, telling her she must hold it for a singular moment longer. Comforted by lust, adorned in love, Sevika allows her head to fall, dipping in close enough for the curve of her nose to trace the already damp crease lining your unshaved pussy. Soft hairs brush against her skin, moved aside by the wet slip of her tongue. Ignoring your hole entirely, she pours all her adoring focus into your clit, her teeth just barely grazing along the too-sensitive hood.
Holding back a gasp, your hand moves to her shoulder, trailing up until every finger is tangled in short, dark hair. Digging your nails into her scalp, you draw her closer, silently wishing you had the confidence to beg.
Releasing your clit with a lewd pop, she feels to bare her teeth against you, as though it is truly such a challenge to part from your taste. She tilts her head up, settles the curve of her nose against you, and whispers a soft, "go for it,"
Your hips stutter, having not expected her to give in so suddenly. A frown tugs at your brows, soon followed by a sharp exhale as you push your body forward. Somewhat slick, it becomes easier and easier to glide along her, feeling the hard press of her cartilage as she moves closer. Both hands grip you so tight she's sure to leave indents in your skin, the dig of her nails so intoxicating you can't help but allow your head to weakly drop back.
"So eager," Sevika hums, pulling away for just long enough to flick her tongue across the wetness of your skin. As her nose finds home once more, she laughs against you. "So hungry,"
Your hips stagger, awkwardly rolling just enough to catch yourself on the rounded tip of her nose, breathless gasps escaping you upon every rise and fall. Though the feeling isn't as exciting as you once believed, the act in itself is so insatiably desperate that just picturing the way you look is enough to draw out a moan, your jaw heavy and slack. Were someone to walk in, see just how desperate you are to grind? You truly believe you could come at the thought.
"I— oh,"
Fully pressing herself into you, Sevika flattens her tongue against you, allowing your movements to gradually ease it inside. With every thrust, you feel her move deeper, the bridge of her nose hooked against your clit. With every eager sway of your hips, you can't help but shudder.
"We should do this more often," you breathlessly laugh, gasping as you stutter against her. "It— fuck— feels good,"
As she pulls away, she has the gall to ask, "just good?"
You squirm, your hand pressed into the back of her head. Going against your wishes, she pulls back, pushing all her weight into your palm.
"No, please don't do that," you softly whine. "Please, come back,"
Her grin is accompanied by a soft huff of amused air, her shoulders subtly jumping. "So polite," she says, her hungry eyes glancing from your pussy to your face then back again. "Eager, hungry, polite... you make it difficult to say no, you know that, baby?"
"I'd hope so," you mutter, wriggling.
She hums, the sound low and short. Then, as she stands, she hooks both hands behind your thighs, picks you up, and sets you firmly down on the table, planting both hands on either side of you. With her face within mere inches of yours, it's difficult not to notice the way her pupils expand, coming close to fully overtaking shimmering grey. Your eyes drop to her lips, taking in the uneven edges, the dark colour, the singular piercing settled beneath her bottom lip. Only as they slowly make their way back up do you pull her closer, your hands tightly tangled in her hair, wanting her, needing her to be closer. You ache to crawl within the frame of her body, tighten the cords of her being around you. To be one with her, it is your one and only goal.
"I think I'm obsessed with you," you murmur, frowning like the word just isn't strong enough. Feeling the way her hand begins to cup your bare pussy, you feel urged to whisper, "fixated,"
She says nothing, but it's almost like she doesn't need to. Entwined, you may as well be part of the same person, two pieces of one. As her fingers sink into you, encompassing your warmed flesh, you pull her close enough to kiss.
It's messy. Wet. Longing enough to draw you in, dangle you above need, your entire body overcome with shivers. It feels as though you must grip onto her, hold onto every piece of her. With every flick of her strong fingers, you sink further and further beneath an ocean of appetition, weak enough to fall against her.
"More," you whisper into her neck. "More, please, more,"
"Greedy," she mutters in your ear. "Always needing more than I give,"
"Uh-huh,"
"You want it deeper, too, baby?"
"Mhm,"
Turning her lips fully to you, hot air brushes against your skin. "Tell me properly. Use your words for me,"
"Deeper," you shakily murmur. "Please, go deeper,"
Her chuckle is an addiction, the sound taking the edge off of the world. She is the feeling of ease, the slow movement of understanding. What you want, she will give.
Urging her fingers deeper, she hooks herself against the sponge of your g-spot, quickly thrumming against it. Every hit has you jolting, both hands tightening in her hair. Words are all too quick to escape you, replaced by shocked gasps and cut-off whines. You are pitiful in her arms, needing nothing but to flood her, crave her, taste her. Just the idea of sucking on her engorged clit has you shuddering all over, icy bumps dusting your skin.
"Don't tell me you're close already," she amusedly huffs, slowing her fingers to gentle circular swipes.
"No—" You insist, though your body is quick to betray you. She can tell just by the trembling of your thighs, the sounds that escape your lips. You are within moments of crumbling beneath her touch.
"Don't lie to me, doll, I can feel you. You're fuckin' soaking,"
You know. You can hear it. The wet sloshing, the damp slap of fingers against your skin. She's forced to begin pumping in and out of you simply because she can't get a decent grip anymore. Her thumb continuously slips against your clitoris, eventually abandoning it in favour of fucking you deep. So wet she could slip her entire hand inside of you, you are forced to grip onto her as the dining table shakes, every thrust so strong the legs squeak.
"This pussy is mine, you hear me?" She mutters, her brows low with focus.
"Uh-huh,"
"Who's is it? Huh? Who's this belong to?"
"Fuck, V—"
Without a moment's warning, she stops, her fingers completely still inside of you. Jolting, you whine and gasp, wriggling and squirming on the table.
"Who's is it?" She repeats, her voice low.
"Yours," you breathlessly say.
Immediately throwing you back in, her fingers rapidly fuck in and out of you, come soaking her fingers. You're so wet you can feel the warmth dripping beneath your ass, causing you to slip across the table as she tugs you closer. Every thrust of her fingers is followed by a heavy, agitated grunt, the idea of grinding against her nose now a distant memory.
"Oh— oh—"
"You gonna come for me, baby? Huh?"
Frantically nodding, all you can think to do is grip at her, your hands finding anything they can to latch onto. Her hair, her arms, her shirt, anything and everything you can possibly touch is torn up beneath your nails, your head falling so far back it hurts. You're all too quick to give in to the feeling entirely, falling slack against the table as your feet settle beneath you. Pressing your toes into the table, you eagerly push your hips into the air, giving her the best access she can possibly get to your aching, soaking cunt.
"Please, please, please—"
Her heavy, laboured breathing is all you really need to come, but it doesn't go without the vision of her head between your legs. The idea of clenching your thighs around her, feeling the ghost of her warm tongue running up your slit... you were doomed to squirt before she even set you on this table.
Crying out, you are rendered breathless and tearful, the pleasure hitting you so strongly that it fully knocks the strength from your system. Every wave rushes through you, blood pumping so fiercely your heart is surely within moments of imploding. Heat is pooling, lust is flooding, and you can do nothing but lay here and take.
"That's it, baby," Sevika softly coaxes, riding you through the waves. "Fuck, you look so good like this,"
"I'm— it— oh my god—"
"Breathe," she quietly orders, slowly bringing her fingers to a gradual stop. "That's it."
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contents: mentions of alcohol, drinking and getting drunk, manipulative/kinda creepy behaviors from sevika (we like it tho), modern au
authors note: thank you to my wonderful ji for the idea for this (and moving chairs hc)!
wc: 640
Bartender!Sevika who rolls up her sleeves while mixing cocktails. She wears button ups on the daily, the muscles in her right arm flexing as she polishes glasses with a cloth, tossing it across her shoulder when she's done.
Bartender!Sevika who is basically a bouncer and a bartender at the same time. Her large frame and hard stare easily scaring off any troublemakers. One time when a customer was giving one of the servers a hard time, and making quite the ruckus, all Sevika had to do to shut him up was give a hard, unwavering stare, and then he paid and left.
Bartender!Sevika who hates the fancy bartenders at influencer bars who do fancy tricks while mixing cocktails. You had showed her a video of a bar across town, the bartender had his shirt off and was throwing around the shaker like he was juggling. Sevika rolled her eyes and scoffed "Bartenders who do that nonsense always have the worst drinks, and the highest prices; the whole performance is what you pay for. But you don't have to worry 'bout that here doll." Which is a lie, kind of. Her way of moving normally is like watching a burlesque performer slowly take off their dress, at least in your opinion.
Bartender!Sevika who favors you over any other regular or customer. When your seated at the bar, she makes sure she's the one making your drinks, and that you get them lightning fast. One time a party of 10 girls all order complicated cocktail, but you ordered a daiquiri, so she made you a daiquiri, first.
Bartender!Sevika who makes sure your regular spot is clear when you come for a drink. Pushing any passed out drunk in your chair before it's the time that you walk in, making sure the spot is all clean and tidy.
Bartender!Sevika who changes the layout of the barstools in a way where she can always keep an eye on you without anyone else getting in her eyesight. You came in one Saturday night to your regular seat isolated, no stools to the left or right of you, and just in the line of sight of Sevika, even if she isn't pouring all of her attention to you like usual. Just as you were about to ask about the sudden change in seating, she placed down your favorite cocktail, on the house of course, which successfully distracted you.
Bartender!Sevika who takes you home when you get too blasted. You had had a horrible day, work was super stressful, and you desperately needed something to enjoy, so to your favorite bar you went. But this time you went a little overboard. Shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail, and a few beers later, you're practically drooling on the surface of the bar. It's almost 2 am when Sevika decides she has to take you home. She looked at your ID, which she basically had memorized at this point, and proceeded to tell the other bartender on duty that she was clocking out early, to tell the boss, and she was leaving. She then gathered your jacket, wallet and phone, and slowly lifted you out of your chair to take you to her car. Throughout the entire time she drove to your apartment, carried you to your front door, placed you in your bed, and took off your shoes and jewelry, you were sound asleep. Deciding that you shouldn't be left alone for the night, she grabs a blanket from the hall closet and settles for the night on your couch. Eventually you awoke from your drunken slumber to the savory smell of breakfast in the kitchen. You groggy, and confused, scrambled to the room to see Sevika's beautifully large frame in front of your stove cooking a simple bacon and eggs.
Sevika often came home stressed. There was nothing new in that but whenever she was like this— carrying knuckles caked with blood, shimmer in her system— you wanted to give her a medium of letting off steam.
“Hey, baby.” You wrapped both arms around Sevika’s neck.
She grunted in acknowledgement, flesh hand finding your waist immediately. She looked down, blushing when she saw your soft breasts pressing against her, although clothed she could feel exactly how soft you were.
“I need you, baby…” you murmured, your voice dropping, tone sultry.
Sevika can’t help it. Somehow you always managed to get her needy regardless of the circumstances. Sevika both hated and loved it. Her cock strained against her pants making her groan softly and bury her face in your neck for a second. You grinned, wide.
“Come fuck me… fill me up. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
She hauled you up with one arm, “is that right, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, put me down!” You laughed, legs kicking.
“No. You’re mine tonight.”
Once you’re both in bed, Sevika was already using her hands. Her metal claws were cold against your back as she made you present yourself to her in doggystyle. Your knees pressed into the plush mattress, hands kneading into the mattress. Sevika didn’t waste time to strip you off your clothes, neither did she. She unzipped herself just enough to let her cock jut out and aligned herself against your entrance.
With one grunt, Sevika slammed herself inside all the way. You moaned aloud, she grabbed the back of your head and pushed it into the pillow. You gripped the sheets tight as she started fucking you.
Every thrust was hard, battering your insides, creating a subtle imprint of her cock inside you.
“Please, ohh… oh, please! Sev—!”
Sevika smirked, deviously before leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade. “You love this, don’t you? You just want m’to use your body, huh?”
“I do, please, fuck me harder…”
Sevika’s flesh hand’s fingers dug into your skin leaving bruises all over your body. She positioned you however she wanted to, holding you down, using her size as an advantage to fuck into you.
Her cock twitched— the first gush of cum inside you made you moan loudly into the pillow. A mixture of your cum and hers trickled down your thighs messily. You grabbed the pillow harder.
“M-more, please…” You reached your hands back, and already your ass cheeks to show your asshole to her. “Here too, please…”
“My sweet wife offerin’ up so much, huh?” Sevika spat directly on your asshole and used it as lube to thumb it, circling with her thumb first before pushing it inside.
“Mmm!” your eyes squeezed shut, “Sev… I want your dick, not your fingers. Please…”
“Gotta stretch you out first.” She grunted before aligning herself against your asshole. She gently pressed in, the head of it popping past the tight ring of muscle. You whimpered softly, pussy already dripping from the idea of getting fucked in the ass.
You wanted to take her dick in your ass without squirming but you couldn’t help it. The feeling of getting your ass filled by her thick dick was too much. You whined softly and moved— Sevika grabbed you by the hip and pulled you back, shoving herself inside all the way.
Her length stretched your ass out impossibly. “Mmm! Sev! Fuck, be slow, gosh…”
Sevika chuckled, “you wanted me in here.”
You were already overstimulated but you wanted this either way. Your ass stretched around Sevika’s cock, every time she pounded inside, your walls stretched and burned with pleasure. The stinging sensation was too pleasurable, it made your cunt drip with need.
“Sevika… please, I want more, more, please.”
“Fuck.” She laughed, the sound almost cracking with need, “you’re so fuckin’ tight back here.”
“I just—” you couldn’t help clenching, “I just want you so badly. Fuuuuck!”
You squirted— a spurt of release soaked the bed.
Sevika was far from satisfied.
By the time she was done with you, your eyes were half-lidded and your brain was reduced to a mush of thoughts. Your holes were dripping with her cum, the milky liquid running down your thighs and from your slightly gaping asshole, mixing together with your slick. You felt filthy in the best way.
“You ruined me,” you muttered in a voice so small it made Sevika almost pity you. Almost.
She moved you on her lap with a smile on her lips, kissing your forehead first, then your nose, then your lips.
“Oh, my sweet wife.” She cupped your cheek with her flesh hand, “you good?”
“M’alive.”
That got a short bark of laughter from her. “Good enough.”
a/n: inspired by this song 🥹 yall gotta listen 2 kwn
w/c: 600
“shit, i’m so wet,” you angrily exclaim, trying to dry yourself with sevika’s jacket. you and sevika were walking back from a date, ready to relax at home and fuck until the sun came up.
apparently, the clouds had another plan.
now you were both parked in an empty parking lot, trying to wait out the storm. kwn’s new album plays in the background, the steady beat and background vocals relaxing you both.
“yeah you are. fuck,” sevika curses, shaking her head and leaning back in her seat. “i was trying to beat the rain, but you insisted we should watch the end credits.” lightning flashes in the sky.
you countered, “but you always need to stay after every movie!” thunder booms not long after. you kicked your shoes off and got comfortable in your seat. “with the way it’s looking, we’ll probably be here a while.”
sevika sighs, “yeah you’re probably right…wanna smoke?” she asks longingly.
you turn to her, surprised. “you have weed on you?”
“i always have weed on me.”
you roll your eyes, but dig in your purse for a lighter anyway. sevika pulls a perfectly rolled blunt from her jean pocket, and patiently waits for you to light it for her.
the lighter clicks and flames outline the curve of sevika’s nose and full lips. ‘til you cry plays next on the radio, the sultry rnb and vulgar lyrics making your gaze linger.
once the flame connects to the blunt, sevika takes a long puff, then exhales the smoke. thunder booms again, but you can only focus on the sharp outline of her jaw, and her low eyes.
sevika notices you staring at her, and turns to face you. “what are you looking at me like that for?” you break out of your trance and instead of responding, you climb into her lap.
your denim skirt rides up, and your low cut top droops down, exposing your perky tits to sevika. she sighs deeply and looks up at you with a slight smirk.
“what do you need from me?” her voice is raspy and deep from the blunt. her hands find their way on your hips, pushing you down on her thick thigh. you gasp softly from the sudden friction and nuzzle in closer to her.
“y’know i can’t help you if you don’t tell me baby.” sevika moves your braids from the side of your neck, and starts planting wet kisses across your collarbone. you hum with pleasure and grind your hips deeper into her thigh.
suddenly, sevika grips your hips tight, stopping your movements. you angrily pout at her. “what the hell was that for?”
“get to the back.” she sternly commands, leaving no room for discussion. you huff in annoyance and arousal, and climb into the back row. sevika follows, smashing the blunt into her makeshift ashtray, and pulling you into her lap again.
“tell me what you want, baby. i don’t have all day.” she pulls your shirt off, and unbuttons your skirt. “lift your hips.” you do, and she pulls your skirt down, leaving you in your black bra and matching black panties.
sevika groans while her eyes roam over your chestnut skin. you subconsciously roll your hips and whimper under her gaze.
“please vika, i need you so bad” you desperately plead. your hands make quick work to pull her henley off of her, exposing her full tits and sculpted abs. her piercing eyes meet yours as the lightning illuminates both of your faces, and the peak of the song comes.
“i’m going to fuck you ‘til you cry.
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soooo i got lazy and didn't finish but do y'all want part 2?
maybe all the gentleman-y stuff sev charmed reader with back then and never stopped, maybe more smuuutttaaaaayyyyy👀
YEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWW
men and minors dni
she's here again.
it's the third time back since her first visit, and it's only been a month. she claims she's a wanderer, yet she seems to be circling you.
honestly, you don't know if you should be flattered, or worried.
she catches you staring from behind the bar. you can feel your neck heat up in embarrassment, dropping your head to focus on polishing your glasses.
from across the tavern, you can hear her book snap closed and her grunt as she stands, then the jingle decorating each of her steps as she saunters toward you.
your cowgirl.
"caught you starin'." she teases, straddling a stool across from you.
"you wouldn't have caught me if you'd actually been reading." you say. she chuckles.
"book's not as interesting as you." she says.
you huff and glare at her. it only makes her smile. she seems to know how she makes you feel. all the butterflies. "i'm an innkeeper. what's interesting about that?"
"you're a secret keeper." she says. you frown.
"a 'secret keeper'?"
"sure. 's what this whole place is about, right?" she asks, gesturing around the inn. you hum.
"so, what, you wanna know my secrets?" you ask. the woman laughs. the sound makes you smile.
"nah, darlin'. i wanna know you." you pause and study the woman across the bar from you. she's smiling wider than you've ever seen, the sweet little gap in her teeth on full display.
you've gotta be soft in the head, because this woman-- this woman who's name you don't even know, who's face matches a few wanted posters on the town's bulletin board-- she's convinced you. you believe her.
"hey." she says casually, like you aren't turning into jelly behind the bar. "you wanna meet my horse?"
you agree with a choked squeak.
the cool night air helps you gather yourself. but then she slings her arm around you and pulls you to her side.
"don't get cold." she whispers.
you warm right back up at the feeling of her warm, strong body pressed against yours.
the sun's still out, just starting to set. the stable's beside your garden, and as she walks you down the dirt path, you reach up and grab an apple off a low hanging branch. "to make a good impression." you explain. she laughs.
the horse is beautiful. you know virtually nothing about the creatures, but this one seems especially gentle. she greets her owner with a lick that topples her hat off her head, and then you with a gentle, curious sniff of the treat in your hand.
"shimmer, meet our new friend."
the horse takes the apple and huffs in what you assume is appreciation. you giggle at the ticklish feeling. "so i get to know your horse's name before yours?" you ask.
your new friend chuckles. "i was wonderin' when you'd ask."
"will you tell me?" you ask. you wouldn't ask anyone else. nobody out here wants anyone knowing their real name. they're all runaways and criminals.
shimmer licks her owner again. she's easier to read without the cowboy hat on. and for just a moment, you see all her bravado fade away, something soft taking its place.
"sevika." she whispers.
"sevika." you repeat, a smile growing on your lips at the sound. "beautiful."
"shut up." she sighs. you chuckle.
"make me."
sevika blinks. you smirk. for the first time, you think maybe you've given her butterflies.
before you can tease her about it, sevika's grabbing your waist, pulling your body flush against hers, and pinning you to the wall of shimmer's stall. half a gasp escapes your lips before she's pressing her mouth against yours, much gentler than you expected. it's almost nervous. it's sweet.
shimmer quickly starts trying to join the kiss with her own licks against sevika's head. sevika pulls back to scold her, but you secretly thank the horse for giving you a moment to catch your breath.
when sevika turns back around, you try to straighten up, like you aren't melting. she smiles at you like she knows you are.
"wanna go for a ride?" she asks.
you blink. "...like a horse ride or...?"
sevika cackles and darts forward to kiss you again.
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