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[sevikaswinkinghole]

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°ºAll things Sevika, mostly smut°º

Squuoosh ~ She/Her ~ 22 ~ Black & queer ~ Bottom!Sevika truther

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[tigkres]

thank u for all the luv n support on my sev post i luv u all heres sev biceps for the ladies rawr

[sevikaswinkinghole]

LORD HAVE MERCY

[dawndoee]

p✧rnstar • sevika

cw: mean dom!sevika, filming during sex, name calling, like one face slap? pretty filthy all over. not proofread.

the air smelled of sex, the only sounds in the room being sevika's rough grunts, your pathetically high pitched moans, and the rhythmic slapping of sevika's skin against yours. "ngh- ah!" your voice came out muffled, sevika's calloused hand tangled in your hair to keep your face buried in the pillow. "that's it" she smirked, looking straight at her phone which was conveniently set up to record the best view of her rearranging your guts.

"my pretty fucking whore" she murmured to herself. her hips slowed down as she leaned over your body, wrapping her thick bicep around your throat and pulling you up to press your back against her chest. her lips hover right above your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. "look at yourself" she growls, tightening her grip wround your throat. "look at how pathetic you look."

with blurry vision, you observe your face in the camera. gods, you looked absolutely ruined. hot tears streaming down your face, messy hair, lips swollen from all the kissing and biting, marks littered all over your skin. utterly ruined. "please-" you gasp, her hips setting a punishing rhythm as her strap reaches your deepest parts.

"im almost embarrassed to be fucking you right now" she scoffs, sharply slapping your ass. "look like a little bitch in heat, crying 'cause im fucking you so good" her hand snakes around your thigh, two fingers pressing against your puffy clit, making your back arch. "wipe those stupid tears off your face" she says, her fingers busy rubbing slow, mean circles on your clit. your hips buck into her palm, legs twitching with pleasure. you were way too far gone to register her words. "i said," she growls, pausing the motion of her fingers. "fucking wipe your tears off. im not gonna fuck you while you look like a stupid slut"

she tilts her phone, angling it so that it only captures your face. "no!" you gasp as you lose the delicious sensation on your clit, bringing a shaky hand up to messily wipe your cheeks. "please," you gasp. "i need you" sevika snickers, her hips slowing down as her rough hand comes up to caress your teary face before delivering a sharp smack to your cheek. "rub your clit f'me"

desperate to get the orgasm that she's been depriving you off all night, you begin messily rubbing your clit as sevika's thrusts get harsher, and more deliberate. "fuck" she whispers. "fucking love this pussy" your eyes flutter shut as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, your fingers speeding up. "fuck!" you whine, your body trembling in sevika's hold. you fall down onto the mattress, chest heaving. sevika grabs her phone to take one last shot of your juices leaking all over her strap, before shutting off her phone. "my favourite pornstar"

[blueberrysprinklesx]

sevika as your girlfriend/married sevika headcanons.

nsfw - 18+, sexual content, mentions of kinks!!

𖥔 she's definitely a blue collar wife. when she comes home she smells like a combination of sweat, dirt and engine oil. and you know what? you fucking love it.

𖥔 sevika is obviously a very dominant top (duh). she only lets you be on top of her when you're about to scissor and she wants to see how much you struggle without her guiding your body. she likes to tease you.

𖥔 mad into orgasm control and strapwarming. lets you warm her huge black strap for hours until you're literally on the verge of tears because you want to ride it so badly.

𖥔 gets turned on when you beg her and whine😵‍💫😵‍💫

𖥔 she loves it when you ride or lick her biceps until you orgasm.

𖥔 likes to have you on her lap and sometimes pushes her thigh between your legs to rub it against your needy clit. when you whimper, she just smirks.

𖥔 has a piss & weapon kink (i don't make the rules soz🌸)

𖥔 grabs your chin as she fucks you and forces eye contact as she thrusts harder and harder into your puffy pussy. christ.

𖥔 prefers to fuck you from behind. face down. ass up. she puts one of her legs on the bed and holds on to your hips while she fucks you so hard you see stars. she likes to have sex with you like this because you get so fucking loud.

𖥔 when she makes you cum, she doesn't stop stimulating you. she keeps going because she wants a second (or even third) orgasm from you.

𖥔 you can't walk normally the next day after she fucked you, but she asks you several times during the day if you are okay/if you need anything. also. she prepares a warm bubble bath for you after sex because she knows you're probably sore. she's rough but aftercare is a big thing for her ⭐️

𖥔 if you say one bad word about yourself in front of her, she will punish you by fucking you with one of her biggest straps until you apologize.

𖥔 her love languages are acts of service and quality time.

𖥔 melts when you call her my butch (calls you baby or doll).

𖥔 sevika insisted once that you need a safeword. just in case. but you've never had to use it. she knows your body language too well.

𖥔 she doesn't call sex fucking, she calls it making love when you're married.

𖥔 when she fingers your cunt, she likes to press down on your stomach so you can feel every inch of her.

𖥔 if you beg her to warm her clit with your tongue and taste her and she'll say yes (because she literally can't say no to you), but she won't let you make her cum. she only cums when she want to. she's still the one who is in charge.

𖥔 complains that you take too long in the bathroom to get ready but secretly loves it hehe.

divider cr: @/anitalenia

[elyon-art]

-Dolled up-

I LOVE SEVIKA WEARING DRESSES RAAAAH (≧▽≦)/

Also If you got any outfit request for her let me know !!

[raphaellearp]

Sevika gymfluencer AU

inspiration : @/lesbianlifts_ on IG

[sevikaslatinawife]

AAAAAAH

[sevikaswinkinghole]

okay guys I know i’ve been gone for awhile but LOOK AT THIS

SHES SO HOT

credit to @Vael_kyrie on twitter

[m1rabillis]

[lonerslug]

Smoked Out

sevika x reader ;; lap sitting ;; thigh grabbing ;; teasing ;; ;; suggestive ;; smut ;; vibrator use ;; read at your own discretion

summary:

You didn’t expect Sevika to know her way around a makeup brush. But here she is, straddling your lap, blending dark shadows over your lids like she’s done this a hundred times. Turns out? She has. And she’s not done with you yet.

masterlist oneshot —

It starts with one innocent compliment.

“Your eyeshadow looks so good,” you murmur, lounging on the couch, half sprawled in your girl’s lap. “Like, ugh, how do you even blend that well?”

Sevika smirks down at you, puffing lightly on her half-dead cigar. “You think this face just wakes up perfect?”

“No, but I didn’t think you were out here snatching souls with a blending brush.”

That earns a low laugh from her, deep in her chest. Then, something flashes in her eyes. She puts out her cigar in the ashtray with a soft clink. “Sit up.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Come here,” she says, patting her thigh. “I’m doing yours.”

“Whaaa?? you?? You know how??”

Sevika rolls her eyes. “Do I look like I don’t?”

You can’t argue with that. The silver edge of her eyeshadow, the way it feathers into charcoal like smoke rising off her skin, it’s art. And you, a humble creature with two left hands and a five-minute routine, are about to be the canvas.

She’s already reaching into your makeup bag like it’s hers, finding the palette you barely touch because you don’t know what the hell to do with it.

“Sit on my lap,” she says, already pulling you in like you weigh nothing. You’re suddenly straddling her thick thighs, hands resting on her shoulders, staring into her gorgeous eyes as she pops open the palette and dips into the deepest plum.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you whisper, dramatic.

“You cry and I start over,” she warns, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “Eyes closed, pretty girl.”

Oh god.

Her fingers are calloused, long and thick but careful as she blends across your lid. She’s quiet, focused, the kind of quiet that makes your stomach flutter. You can feel her breath on your cheek. Smell the faint smoke and leather on her clothes. Her other hand stays low on your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles into your hipbone.

“Damn,” she mutters under her breath. “You’re already creaming.”

“I am NOT.”

“You’re squirming,” she says smugly. “Sit still. Unless you want me to mess this up.”

You swallow hard. “That’s evil.”

“That’s foreplay.”

She leans in to check her work, nose brushing your cheek, and your whole body goes taut.

“Look at me,” she says, voice low.

You open your eyes. She hums, pleased.

“Goddamn. You’re lucky I have self-control, baby. ’Cause if you saw what I’m seeing right now?”

You blink slowly. “What?”

“You. Dripping in my hands. With that fucked-out look and that slutty little shimmer on your lids.”

You gasp.

She smirks, leaning back, licking her thumb before softly swiping away a speck under your eye.

“There. Perfecttt.”

You don’t know if she’s talking about the makeup or the way you’re practically vibrating on her lap.

Either way, you’re not moving.

Not until she ruins it.

You should’ve knew better that sevika was never going to just do your makeup.

cause now you’re panting, barely upright, hips grinding into her thigh like you need it to live. Her palm is cupping the back of your neck, keeping your face tilted up, admiring her work like a smug artist.

But you? You’re a mess.

“You gonna ruin it already, pretty girl?” she murmurs, voice dark with amusement. “I worked hard on that.”

You whimper. “You’re the one who, who keeps saying shit.”

She presses her thigh up just slightly and you jolt. A soft gasp spills out, your fingers clinging to the collar of her shirt.

“Y’know what the best part about that shimmer is?” she murmurs. “Looks even better when it’s running down your face.”

You whine, visibly, embarrassingly. She fucking loves it.

You feel her shift under you, one hand reaching into the drawer next to the couch. When she pulls out the small black bullet, your stomach drops.

You shake your head. “No. Nooo, Sev, I can’ttt”

“You will,” she says, gripping your chin now. “C’mon, be good. Open up.”

The toy’s already humming quietly in her hand, and she’s sliding it beneath your shorts like she owns what’s underneath. The second it touches your clit, you jerk forward, arms wrapping tight around her neck.

She laughs. “Sensitive today, huh?”

“Mean,” you breathe.

She slips the vibe into place, keeps it pressed right where you need it. Your hips buck instinctively, and she lets you grind down for a moment before grabbing your waist.

“No riding my thigh and this,” she says, voice mock-scolding. “Pick one.”

“what? i- i don’t”

“Oh, you don’t?” she repeats with a slow grin. “That pretty little brain already fucked out, baby?”

You bury your face in her shoulder, trying to hide. Big mistake.

She grabs your jaw, gently but firm, tilting you back to look at her.

“Don’t hide from me,” she growls. “Look at me while I fuck you with this toy. C’mon. Lemme see those eyes.”

You blink up at her, breath shaky, thighs trembling.

“There she is,” she purrs. “God, you’re so easy. You’re drippin’ just from this?”

You nod fast. “ mhmm, I’m gonna, Sevika, i’m —”

Her thumb presses down, just as you teeter on the edge, then suddenly? Gone.

The toy shuts off.

You gasp, the sound punched out of your lungs. “nooo!”

Sevika’s smirking. Lazy. Cruel. Beautiful.

“Already?” she teases. “Barely even touched you. Thought you wanted to be a big girl.”

You’re trembling in her lap now, eyes wide, lips parted, mouth trying to form words that don’t come. She hums and cups your cheek again.

“Aw, don’t cry. We haven’t even gotten to the main course.”

She shifts you easily, your back on the couch now, legs pulled apart, and she settles between them like a woman on a mission.

Pulls your shorts down slow, not even pretending to be shy.

Your pussy’s soaked. Vibrator still slick from earlier.

She tsks under her breath. “Look at this mess.”

Then? She spits on your clit. Just to be mean. Just because she can.

You flinch, whimpering.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

She turns the toy on again, low at first. Slides it up and down your folds, slow and precise, never letting it settle. You writhe under her, begging without even speaking.

But she’s not giving in.

“Y’know what I really wanna see?” she says. “You trying to keep that eye makeup pretty while I fuck you stupid.”

You gasp. “What, what are you —”

She pulls out the strap.

Thick. Matte black. Already strapped to her hips like she knew you’d end up here. Like this was inevitable.

Your legs fall open wider on instinct.

“There’s my good girl,” she coos. “You want it?”

You nod frantically.

“Words, baby.”

“Y-yes. Want it. pleaseee sevvvv”

She lines herself up, rubs the head through your soaked folds, and groans under her breath. “Always so ready. You were made for this shit, weren’t you?”

She pushes in slow.

Your nails dig into her forearm.

“Oh fuck, vikaaa”

“That’s it,” she grunts. “Take it. Look at you, fuckin’ takin’ it like this.”

“say my name again like that, baby.”

and you do, you say it, you moan it, you whimper it.

and she nearly comes.

She sets a rhythm, deep, slow strokes that drive every thought out of your skull. The toy’s back too, tucked right up against your clit as she fucks into you.

She leans over you, chest to chest, pinning you with her weight.

You look up at her, mascara still holding on, barely, and her smirk deepens.

“Still so pretty,” she murmurs. “Even while I’m ruining you.”

“Don’t stop, ahh”

“Oh, I’m not stoppin’,” she growls. “Not till that face is a mess.”

Her pace picks up. The vibrator’s steady now, grinding into your clit with every thrust. Your legs start to shake.

She sees it.

“Go ahead,” she pants. “Wanna see you fall apart. Give it to me.”

You cry out, back arching, and you cum. Hard. Loud. Shaking under her with your mouth open and eyes clenched shut.

But she doesn’t stop.

She keeps going. Keeps fucking. Keeps the vibe in place.

And you’re already sobbing.

“Too much!”

“No it’s not,” she says, eyes dark, mouth curved. “You wanted this. Take it.”

Your hands fly to her biceps, trying to hold on to anything to ground yourself.

She leans in close. Licks a tear off your cheek. “Told you it’d look better when it’s smudged.”

You cum again, faster this time, body twitching.

And still, still she fucks you through it.

Only when you’re near-limp, lips trembling, thighs trembling worse, does she finally ease off.

Her hands stroke up your thighs, gentle now, grounding.

She kisses your cheek. Then your temple.

“Breathe, baby. I got you.”

You blink at her. Eyes glossy. Face a mess.

She grins.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

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[baji-boo]

oh to have a bath with sevika....

reference from this tweet <3

[arcana-angel]

CRY WOLF - WEREWOLF SEVIKA X SHEPHERD READER ☾

tags/warnings: cw for animal death, mentions of blood, a little manipulation. smut, nsfw, porn WITH plot, werewolf sevika, biting, marking, oral (r recieving), scissoring, wet and messy, slightly feral sevika, scent kink on sevika’s end, slight dumbification, mating, sevika w a large clit, breeding kink, fluffy at the end, no use of y/n, afab anatomy (clit, tits, cunt, pussy) + feminine pet names for reader

summary: in all your time shepherding, you’ve never lost a sheep or goat to a wild animal. when it starts happening weekly, you know something is wrong. maybe the hot blacksmith who moved in recently can give you the tools to take care of whatever is picking off your flock?

wc: 4.8k

a/n: i saw a tiktok w the prompt of wlw shepherd x werewolf whos been eating her sheep and i NEEDED to write it for sevika and i NEEDED breeding kink sevika content w sissoring instead of cock … enjoy >:)

---------- this work is 18 + nsfw ! minors please do not interact :) ----------

being the town shepherd isn't the world's most glamorous job, but it's important.

in your rocky little mountain village, more traditional animals like cows don't have the room or resources to thrive. sheep and goats though? they're hardy little things that provide milk and meat and the added bonus of wool for textiles. 

taking care of the flock gives you purpose, tenderly raising every animal with love, and contributing to your friends and neighbours at the same time.

it isn't a fancy life, and my others would desire more. but when you see the baker’s sickly kid sporting brand new woolen clothing that keeps him warm during the dangerously freezing winter, you know that you're happy.

you like the simplicity, you have a routine. a simple breakfast of bread and cheese, the dairy typically coming from your own flock’s milk. then dressing, leading your flock from their small overnight pen out into the larger paddock to graze and roam, and then into town for whatever business. usually, you deliver wool to the weaver, purchase things of your own necessity, or even lead a sheep to the butcher to be dealt with humanely out of your sight and mind. then, it's herding the flock back in when the sun sets, and repeat the next day.

the days fill themselves with natural tasks like assessing the heavily pregnant goat who you fear will never give birth, or shearing sheep who are just a little too laden with wool to be comfortable. there's a peace to knowing what will happen each day.

the sun is bright and hot on the day that your peace is shattered. the rays beat down harshly, and so you pull the scarf wrapped around your head down further to shield your eyes and skin. staff in one hand, the other unlocks the gate to the pen. you click your tongue at your beloved flock and they start filing out, bleating happily at their freedom. you count as they pass.

“thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two…?”

you trail off. this number isn't right. you had thirty-three animals at the night time count yesterday.

well, sometimes animals pass in the night. it's not out of the question, but there's no shaggy white corpse in the pen. 

your panic only rises when you explore the perimeter and find blood on the grass near the back corner. the bloody trail slides across the greenery, up onto the fenceposts, ending abruptly at the treeline of the nearby forest. 

it's not hard to deduce what happened. some wild animal got into the pen, killed a sheep, and dragged its body back to the forest to eat. what rattles you is that in several years of shepherding, you have never had a predator prey on your flock.

you stare at your grazing flock for a long while, scared that if you go into town, something else will die without your watch. life doesn't stop, though, and so you venture into town, less smiley than usual.

you don't have anything to deliver, so today is about picking things up. a book at the library, bread from the bakery, a newly repaired tunic from the tailor. you're examining the seamless repair, impressed that you can't even tell where the rip you'd torn last week was, when something catches your eye.

there's smoke coming from the old blacksmith's forge for the first time in a decade. the old man who’d previously been the town's blacksmith had passed away years ago, and while his work had stood the test of time, you're excited that someone's making new tools. maybe the new blacksmith would have an idea of what sort of weapon would help keep a bear or wolf away from your precious sheep.

when you push the heavy door, you're blasted with heat, even more intense than the blazing sun outside. various completed weapons and tools line the walls, pickaxes, swords, and axes ready for purchase. there's a rhythmic clank! clank! clank! of metal on metal, and the smell of iron and smoke and sweat is heavy in the air. 

you quickly locate the source of the noise- a tall figure leaning over the anvil, right arm bringing a hammer down over and over onto a red-hot piece of metal. you can't see their face, but from the way the straps of their leather smithy apron are straining to stay tied, you can tell they're strong.

after watching for a moment, nearly entranced, you remember your manners, and pipe up, fighting to be heard over the sound of metalwork.

“pardon me?”

the figure doesn't even flinch, simply putting the hammer into one of the front pockets, and turning around. your breath catches in your throat.

“was wondering how long you were gonna stand there for.”

she, she, has this lazy smirk on her face, aware of you entering the moment the door was pushed open. you struggle to speak, far too busy drinking in every detail of the sculpted statue of a woman in front of you. 

she's like the iron she shapes, all strong, sharp edges and hard lines. slightly rugged, a scar shaped like nothing you've seen before blooming over her left cheek. when you meet her steely grey eyes with your own, you can tell she's amused at your poorly hidden staring, but she mercifully doesn't call you out on it.

“sorry if i've caught you at a bad time. i was just interested in seeing who's picked up the forge!” “sevika.”

she says simply, extending her right hand still gloved in thick leather. you've heard the name, the most recent addition to the village, moving in just last week. you shake her hand, passively noticing that her left arm is missing. you find yourself even more impressed at her smithing skill.

when you introduce yourself in kind, sevika's eyes get a spark of something like recognition in them, and she smiles at you. it's all teeth.

“ah, you're the sheep girl.” “the shepherd, yes.” “wasn’t sure when i’d get to meet you. blacksmiths don't have much to offer someone who doesn't butcher their own meat.” “actually, maybe there's something you could help me with…”

you explain the situation, an animal dining on one of your beloved sheep for the first time. your fears of a wild animal, your will to protect the living. sevika nods, but there's something slightly darker in her eyes when you share your theory.

“it could be a bear, but i don't think one would be agile enough to jump my fences so seamlessly. i’m pretty sure it's a wolf.”

sevika ends up offering to make you some traps, something you could lay in the grass around the outside of your pen to catch whatever the creature is. she also offers you a sword, and you marvel at it, having never held such a weapon in your life.

“i’ll have your traps ready in a week, got other orders to fill. ‘till then, i’ll lend you this. can't really recommend you fight a wild animal head on, but you should at least be armed.”

you thank her, empty your satchel of all the coins you've got as thanks, and head back to your flock. the sword is wrapped delicately in parchment, cradled in your arms like something precious.

that night, you set up at your back window overlooking the flock. you've left a lantern hanging from the fence, illuminating the pen, and the sword rests at your side. sure, fighting a bear would be stupid, but you love your little sheep and goats dearly.  you'd sooner teach an animal not to fuck with them and lose a limb for it than lose another member of your herd.

you fall asleep at the window. when you awake, you rush out to check the numbers, and are delighted to find that all your fluffy companions are accounted for. 

you repeat this for the next five nights, and not a single other animal is taken. you decide that it was just a once off, and allow yourself to rest in your bed again.

when you notice a distinct lack of the flock’s lone black goat during the count, your heart sinks to your stomach. surely enough, your count ends at thirty-one.

now, you truly worry. it's not an isolated incident anymore, something has decided to target your livestock.

you head into town again, and make no other stops other than the forge. sevika's already hard at work, dunking something red-hot into a bucket of water. she hears the door open over the sound of sizzling, and calls out before you even open your mouth.

“be right there.”

jeez, does she have super hearing?

sevika puts her work aside, turning around, smiling that same lazy smile. her eyes, sharp as ever, look you up and down.

“hey, sheep girl. here for those traps?” “yes, please. it happened again last night.”

sevika tsks sympathetically, and hands you a heavy basket with three steel traps inside.

“lay these out where you're noticing traces of the predator. you jus’ open them, and they're armed to snap down when stepped on. be careful.” “thank you, sevika, i really appreciate it.” “no worries, sheep girl. ask if you need more. you overpaid last time.” “can't put a price on safety!”

you end up back at the smithy exactly a week later, because yet another sheep has been slaughtered, and the gory trail left by the hunter stains grass on the complete opposite side of the prior kills.

sevika gets to work immediately, saying she doesn't have anything else lined up. you sit and watch her work at her invitation, chin your hand.

“i just don't get it. this has never happened before, why am i losing my flock now?”

sevika hums thoughtfully, turned away from you as she pours molten metal into a cast.

“maybe somethin’ changed. some critter is real hungry and has no other option.” “don't make me feel bad for whatever… thing is making dinner out of my livestock.” “jus’ somethin’ to think about.”

another week, another kill. a full moon of your animals snatched in the dead of night, and you've noticed the pattern. whatever it is, it's smart, and always strikes on a sunday night.

this time, you won't let it get away.

you devise a plan, herding your sheep and goats into their barn for the night instead. it's normally reserved for the winter, but you have to put them in an enclosed space. 

with the sheep and goats cozied in stalls, you purposely leave the windows slightly cracked, the back door unlocked. you trap the outside, one steel toothed trap per entrance. and then, ones inside by the doors and windows too.

“let's see you pick off one of my babies now, monster.”

you mumble to yourself, sitting in your room, which has a window that gives you a perfect vantage point of the barn.

not immune to sleep, you drift off. you're abruptly awoken by a series of noises. a loud snap! followed by a horrifying roar, and the bleating of twenty-nine terrified sheep and goats.

gotcha.

you creep towards the barn, your lantern in one hand, and the sword sevika gave you in the other. you nudge open the door with the blade, and the creak triggers another howl from the trapped predator. 

you knew it was a wolf.

you step over the traps you set. there's a writhing black shadow against the left wall. you thrust your lantern forward, wanting to see the wolf who was stealing from you.

what you see isn't a wolf. it can't be.

whatever it is, it's huge. it easily doubles the height you expected. matted, ash brown fur, claws the size of daggers, and a wild, gnashing mouth full of razor sharp fangs. it cowers from the light, snapping its jaws at you, but is anchored in place by the trap.

“what… are you?”

you mumble under your breath, but your voice is like a spell. the creature calms down marginally, letting you actually look it in the eye.

there's no yellow or amber, like what a wolf's eyes should be. just grey, steely and sharp, scars preventing fur from growing on its left cheek.

your breath catches in your throat. you've thought enough about grey eyes lately to know exactly what- or who- is caught in the trap. 

you don't even have to look down, but if you did, you'd see the missing front left leg, jagged scars marring the flesh of the wolf's left shoulder.

at first, you're angry. so, so angry.

you'd ranted to sevika about your fear of this unknown hunter, your love for your animals, the fact you'd felt so unsafe. she'd listened, offered solutions, knowing they'd never work because she was the one setting them up.

then, you remember her words.

“some critter is real hungry and has no other option.”

you suppose she doesn't. there's not much big game where you live, nothing that would be easy and sustainable for a werewolf to hunt.

gods. a werewolf. you nearly laugh, because it's so ridiculous.

the wolf, no- sevika, is still staring at you. even in this form, her eyes are intelligent. she's looking at you, and then to the sword you still hold, almost like she's holding her breath.

no matter your anger, you put the weapon aside, letting it clatter out of reach.

“sevika. i’m not going to hurt you.”

she lets out a strained snarl, and against your better judgement, you raise a hand up to her snout. sevika shuts her mouth, teeth no longer bared, and allows you to run your fingers over her scarred muzzle.

bravery fueling you, you get closer, closer, letting sevika rest her gigantic furry head in your lap. her pointed ears relax as your nails scratch behind them. 

as the minutes pass, the fur recedes, the ears shrink, and you close your eyes. you don't think you can stomach watching her transform completely. 

when you can feel hair under your fingers rather than fur, you look down at sevika again. neither of you speak for a long time.

“why?”

is the only thing you can get out.

“i didn't mean to hurt you. promise. but the wolf's been out of control, been transforming weekly, been so hungry… anything i say to explain it’ll sound insane.” “nothing about this is normal. i hardly think you'll blow my mind any more than it already is.”

sevika chuckles weakly, eyes flicking from your face down to her arm, still caught in the teeth of the trap.

“mind getting me out first?” “oh- yeah, of course, i’m sorry.”

you scramble to release the trap, and her arm’s a bit bloody, but doesn't look too mangled somehow. she shrugs, says something throwaway about accelerated healing, and you just need a minute before touching the topic again. 

sevika follows you like a lost puppy back to your home after you console your scared animals. you sit her down at your kitchen table, folding your arms and staring at her like she owes you.

which she does! so she talks.

“’ve been a literal lone wolf my whole life. it used to be easy enough. move to a new town, stay a few moons, eat some cows or chickens or pigs or whatever and move again. then, it happened more often. instead of transforming once a moon, it was every two weeks, and then one. i had to move more. ended up here. was only planning on bein’ here for a couple weeks.”

you listen carefully arms unfolding to let you prop your chin up in your palm. sevika’s hardly looking at you, something like shame etched in her expression as she stares at the wood grain of your table.

“but then you kept coming by. i know it’s fucked up that i ate your sheep and then pretended to help you. but you smell so good, and you’re so nice. you keep comin’ back to my forge, sweet little lamb coming right up into my den. you look at me like you wanna be around me, an’ i don’t wanna let that go.”

sevika’s so earnest, so honest. it hurts your heart, the way she seems to struggle so badly with her nature. you push forward though, still needing answers. you still need to understand.

“and… the frequency of you turning? what’s up with that?”

sevika’s embarrassed expression turns mischievous instead. there’s that smile again, the one that’s all teeth. the signs were all there now that you know.

“‘ts real simple. don’t got a mate. wolf instincts go nuts. can’t satiate that hunger, so i satisfy a different one.”

you blink at her. once, then twice.

she’s been killing your sheep because she hasn’t gotten laid?!

“so… hypothetically you find a mate. you stop going wolf mode and eating my livestock?” “well, no. ‘d stop eating your sheep and shit though. it’d make me turn less often, and less wild when i do.”

you barely have to think before you next speak. sevika’s attractive, she obviously likes you too, and it would fix the little problem of her slaughtering your animals.

“what if i wanted to be your mate?”

sevika gives you a look like you’ve grown two heads. as if it’s the strangest thing she’s ever heard. as if she can’t believe you’d want to be hers.

“you’re shitting me.” “no, i mean it! you get a mate, you stop werewolfing out so often, my flock is safe, you get to stay in one place. and like, i’m still mad at you for eating my animals, but i can just make you sleep on the couch about it or something.”

you haven’t really heard sevika laugh properly before. you’ve gotten snorts and grunts out of her, maybe a chuckle. but this is full on bark, a belly laugh, a serious noise that makes her wheeze.

“cute little lamb like you wants to crawl right into my jaws? you’re crazy. c’mere.”

she pats her lap, and you take the invitation, moving from your seat to hers. sevika acts as if you weigh nothing, her large hand wrapping around the back of your head, cradling your neck and bringing your lips down to hers.

the kiss is almost chaste, almost tender, but quickly turns sloppy. sevika’s an animal, nearly feral off of the feel of your mouth alone. it really doesn’t taste like anything other than spit and need, but to sevika, you’re the sweetest thing in the world.

she nips at your lip with those sharp teeth of hers, and you whine in response. she takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, and then pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips to hers. 

“you got a bedroom?” “that's… that's a dumb question.”

you're panting, and flushed, and sevika's really into the fact that you're still giving her lip when just a kiss has you this red.

“yeah okay. take me to your bedroom or i’m gonna eat you out on this table.”

if you weren't wet from sevika's kiss, you sure as hell were now, instantly slick. sevika lets out this feral groan, shoving her face into your neck, and you can hear the way she inhales deeply, like she can smell your arousal through your blood.

“yeah- uh. fuck, bedroom's upstairs, it's the left door.”

your voice cracks when you give sevika directions to your room, and the instant you finish your sentence, she's standing up. she does this little maneuver that ends up with your legs around her waist and her hand supporting your ass. by grabbing a handful of it. your arms settle around her neck like it's natural.

the walk to your bedroom is way shorter when sevika's the one taking the steps. it's hardly a minute later when you're thrown down onto your bed, and sevika's crouching at the edge of the bed, fully intent on worship. her hand is in the waistband of your pants, yanking them down and tossing them away like they offend her.

your panties are soaked underneath, a damp spot forming over your entrance, making the fabric cling to your cunt. sevika looks like she's in love already. she leans in, but doesn't make contact where you need it most yet. instead, her head rests on your inner thigh, looking up at you with something akin to puppy love.

“you sure you want this?”

sevika's voice is tight, like she's holding herself back, but that look in her eye tells you all you need to know. she's asking consent, permission, she'd back off now if you didn't want it. there's the unspoken question of ‘are you sure you want me?’ and you're happy to answer.

and that makes you need her more.

“i want you, sevika.”

there's no more hesitation. she's already throwing your right leg up onto her left shoulder, your other leg spread open wide by her palm on your knee. 

sevika's head doesn't leave your thigh immediately. instead, she's kissing, then nibbling, then biting. it stings, it's sensitive, it makes your clit pulse with need. there's a dark pink bite mark in the meat of your thigh, and she laves her tongue over it like an apology, and then does the exact same thing to your other thigh.

her nose ghosts over your skin, drawing a line to your panties. she laps at the damp spot, giving you sweet stimulation. it's not enough though, and you arch your hips towards her face, begging for more.

your taste sends sevika into some sort of primal frenzy, and she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging impatiently.

“ass up, unless you want these ripped to shreds.”

while you don't hate that idea, you do like these panties. you lift your hips, letting her slide them down your legs, tossed carelessly away to join your pants.

“such a pretty pussy…”

sevika coos, taking a moment to admire you. her hand moves from your knee to your thigh, spreading you open further. she grins at how slick you are, at how your folds open to let her in.

“please, sevika…”

it's hardly a beg, more of a single pathetic plea. it's all you can muster with your mind fogged with need. graciously, sevika obliges, flattening her tongue and licking you nearly asshole to clit in one broad stroke. the choked moan it rewards her with is incentive enough to do it again.

and again.

and again.

sevika eats you out like she's making out with your cunt. it's sinful, the way she licks at your folds, hooked nose grinding up against your clit. she sucks, she grazes her teeth, she spits. it's filthy, it's messy, it's perfect. she doesn't look away the entire time, eyes dark with arousal as she watches your every expression.

she pulls back for half a second, and you're nearly disappointed, until she sucks her middle and index fingers into her mouth, and promptly eases one into you.

“greedy little cunt wants my fingers so bad. look how she sucks ‘em in.”

sevika doesn't continue until you weakly lift your head to stare down at her hand as she pumps her finger in and out, the second soon joining, scissoring and stretching and filling. her hands are big, rough, calloused from however many years of blacksmithing. 

her fingers feel so different than your own, a thought you barely finish when sevika crooks them inside of you, sucking on your clit harshly, and you cum without realising that your orgasm was sneaking up on you.

“fuck, sevika, your tongue… shit…”

sevika doesn't withdraw until you've come down from your high, and she almost looks disappointed when she does. you're almost concerned you've done something wrong, until she shakes her head with a fond smile. 

“if you're still talkin’, i haven't fucked you hard enough yet.” 

sevika sucks your fluids off her fingers, like wasting even a single drop of your taste is sacrilege. she pulls your boneless leg off her shoulder, manhandling you onto your back, nestled into your pillows. 

her own clothes are soon a puddle on the floor, and you're treated to every inch of tanned skin covering strong muscle. you stare shamelessly, you're past the point of admiring her back as she worked iron or snuck glances at her bicep as she handed you your purchases.

sevika is like a work of art, a statue carved from bronze stone. your eyes are drawn particularly to her midriff, to those abs, and that absolutely lethal v-line. it points your gaze right towards her happy trail, leading to her cunt. she's got a full bush, she's just as wet as you, and what really catches your eye is her clit.

sevika's clit is huge. it's an impressive couple of inches, the tip peeking out of the hood, a beautiful shade of dark red that matches her inner folds, contrasting against the rest of her skin. 

you're ready to forgive her for picking off your sheep. you're ready to cry at how pretty she is. you're ready for whatever's about to come as she kneels on the bed, crawling towards you.

you spread your legs for her, and sevika chuckles at the effort.

“eager, are we?”

she murmurs, moving your legs around hers until your bodies slot together like pieces of a puzzle. you can feel the heat of her cunt as she hovers above you.

“relax, little lamb. i’ll do the work.”

then, she's on you.

you thought sevika eating you out was wet and messy. 

you really had no idea what wet and messy truly was.

it takes a few rolls of her hips, but once sevika's found the perfect angle, it's over. your head arches back into the pillows, lost in the feeling of slick on slick, of her huge clit rubbing all over you.

your arousal soaks her bush, her wetness smears over every inch of your folds. you can feel fluid on your inner thighs drying sticky, and you just don't care. 

sevika's speed picks up. she's humping you like the dog she is, powerful thighs flexing as she bares down on you and rocks your world. 

she changes the angle, her clit catching on your entrance with each thrust, and it drives you wild.

“there, do that, more-”

you babble, and sevika feeds off your falling apart, unable to stop herself.

“dirty little lamb wants me to fuck her with my clit… want me to put a pup in you? gonna let me breed this pussy?” “please! want it!”

you don't even care that it's probably impossible, you want nothing more in this moment than for this werewolf to knock you up.

“y’know you're drooling, right? so dumb and needy, drunk off my pussy. so fuckin’ perfect for me.”

sevika's devouring you, and you let her. she's closer, closer, and then her teeth are in your throat. not to kill, but to mark, to claim. her hand finds one of your tits, pawing at it.

she's feral.

she's perfect.

her clit slides the barest bit inside you, she sucks harshly on your neck, and she pinches your nipple just enough that you can't tell if it's pleasure or pain. it's the perfect storm, and all you can do is tangle your hands into sevika's hair, holding her mouth to your racing pulse as your world goes white.

it's the highest high you've ever felt. through the fog, sevika's voice hits your ears, low and sweet with pride.

“good girl.”

you refocus just in time to watch sevika fall apart as well, her grinding slower, harder, as she takes what she needs. her head tilts back, a throaty groan spilling into the air as her clit pulses where it's pressed to yours. 

there's no telling where you end and sevika begins. it's all passion, liquid and fire and skin to skin.

she pulls away eventually, and you nearly bemoan the loss. sevika's cunt is covered in your creamy combined release, and you have no doubt yours is much the same way.

sevika doesn't go far. instead, she just flops on top of you, earning a ‘oof!’ from you under her weight. she rolls you both over, laying on her back, holding you to her chest. her hand gently takes hold of your chin, and tilts your face to the side, admiring the bite mark on your neck and the accompanying hickey.

“i hope i wasn't too rough with you, little lamb.” “i’m okay. i’m better than okay, actually.” “tha’s good. we're mates now. i gotta look after you.”

you smile at sevika, and she brings your lips together, cradling your jaw like you're the most important thing in the world. this kiss is slow. it's not shaped like love, not yet. but it's a formless sweetness that could certainly become it.

when the kiss breaks, she has those puppy dog eyes again. her eyes that once seemed so sharp to you are now soft, a gentle grey like rain-heavy clouds.

“you’re cute, sevika. you're still in the doghouse though.” “ah, fuck.”

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Hey what’s up darling it’s been a whileeeeeeee

hello sweetieeee! using this ask from angel mootie to say i’m sorry for dropping off the face of the earth!!

the sevika love is still going strong, but so is writers block…and life is also lowkey whooping my ass rn 😅

I have a request and a few other goodies brewing so I should be back soon! for now, you’ll definitely see me lurking and enjoying all the horny and or fluffy sevika content 🤪🤪

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Piercing Sevika's labret (4) -nsfw! 18+

nervous!sevika x piercer!reader

part 1 ,part 2, part 3

Content/ Warnings: ‼️18+ MINORS DNI‼️dom!reader x sub!sevika, lil bit of nervous!sevika, sub!top sev x dom!bottom r, thigh riding, fingering, oral, strap usage, dacryphilia if u squint, Sevika scared to touch r with mech arm and reader reassuring her. (Sry this took so long it’s my first time posting smut on here and I rewrote it so many times ughhh)

Word Count: 2,675

Time flew by so fast you couldn't even remember how the evening took this turn. One second, you're leaving the exhibition with Sevika's hand resting on the small of your back, the next she's in your apartment stripping off her jacket and moving around your kitchen like she owns it.

She cooked, you watched- bordering on eye-fucking her. Sevika moved within your space like a natural, a tea towel slung over her shoulder as she chopped an assortment of vegetables suspiciously fast. The precision in her movements made you wonder if she’d worked in a kitchen in her past. The thought turned lustful quickly; images of her in an apron tied low on her hips, dark hair swept back and a slight sheen of sweat glistening on her skin…god, she was temptation incarnate.

The food she cooked wasn’t just good, it was quality. It levelled the flavour and skill required to produce dishes served at luxury restaurants you’d saved up months for just to experience. And here Sevika was, just causally serving you a fine dining adjacent meal like it was effortless.

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You shared a plate of tiramisu- Sevika claimed she didn't have much of a sweet tooth. The act of clinking spoons and sharing food was more intimate than you thought it would be. Sevika took a few bites and then just observed. She seemed to be the observant, stoic type and more of a listener than a talker too; you’re starting to understand that the more you’re around her.

Your arms and knees brushed against each other with every shuffle and adjustment you both made to manoeuvre around the shared plate of dessert. As your small spoons clinked against the surface of the plate you felt Sevika’s gaze on you. You tried to pretend to not notice her but eventually you gave in and met her sharp eyes. She had this serious expression on her face as though she was in the midst of making a really important decision. She gave nothing else away, no smile, no cute upturned brows- this side of Sevika was completely foreign to you.

As you take another bite of the tiramisu, Sevika notices a smidgen of dessert that you missed on the top of your lip. Without thinking she swipes it off with her thumb, brings it back to her mouth and licks it off. The sight ruins you.

There's no turning back now.

"Fuck, you don't even know what you do to me, do you?" your voice breaks.

"I miss kissing you already" your voice dips; low and deliberate in that daring way you know she’s weak for.

You're plotting her downfall, with the way Sevika is eyeing your lips and shifting in her seat you know she can't resist you. The plate is carelessly clunked back onto the coffee table and your mouths are on each other in an instant.

You're not in some cramped piercing studio with sterile, blinding lights above you, a line of customers waiting for you to service them. You're at home in your own space, where you can do whatever you like and you know there's nothing stopping you now.

Sevika's pinned to the couch, arms restrained against the pillows by your hands. She knows she could easily flip you around and escape your grasp, but your weight on top of hers feels so perfect, your nails digging into her skin- it makes her feel like no one else can.

Airy sighs and small moans dance through the apartment air as the two of you utterly pour yourself into one another. As you straddle her frame Sevika pushes her head forward -arms still held down by yours- yearning to deepen the kiss. Her tongue grazes yours, kissing you deep and messy and her hips desperately buck.

“Always so eager, Sev, mmhm?” you tease and she can only whimper in response at the nickname, hips bucking up into yours again begging for any sort of friction.

You groan, not only at the pathetic sounds she’s making but at the feeling of her pressing up into you. You feel the ache between your thighs begin to intensify and slot yourself over one of her thick muscled thighs to ease it.

The contact is dizzying. She’s nestled between your thighs, only fitting closer against you with each roll of your hips. With each grind your moans grow louder, grittier; unrestrained.

Sevika blushes at the sight. For a second her body stutters, head slightly unsure of where to look with so much going on at once. The way your head lolls back at the dizzying friction, lips tugged at and teeth gritted- pushing a little further to reach that sweet spot, the bounce of your tits with every sudden movement. It takes her a second to compute what's actually going on but when she realises your hers to touch, to taste. To fuck.

It's like a switch flips in her brain.

Her hands latch onto your hips, digging into the crease of your upper thighs and finding purchase there. You suddenly feel more power behind each grind and instantly jerk at the feeling. Holding onto Sevika's broad shoulders for balance, you use her thigh. Riding it until you form a dark patch of your slick on her trousers, soaking right through the fabric. Sevika pushes your hips back and forth with her large hands, groaning at the pretty mess you've made and the raw sounds that leave your lips. She's not even the one humping herself dumb and yet she's beneath you, a moaning mess blubbering words like "Fuck, you look so hot like this", "Need you to cum on my thigh...please doll...need you so bad".

You won't admit it to her but her words are the biggest ego boost, seeing this big intimidating butch melting beneath your hands makes you so wet...only makes you want to fuck her until she can't take anymore.

As your lips latch onto her her jaw, kissing hickeys into her skin, you can’t help but glance down at her tits. The way they press tight against the black tank top she’s wearing, the fabric forced to stretch over their shape. The fact that she’s not wearing a bra only wears down what little restraint you have left. Before you can even think, your hands reach to grope them. The plush fat spilling between your fingers, her erect nipples brushing the centre of your palms through the thin barrier as you squeeze.

Obscene moans leave her mouth, your touch causing ripples of pleasure over her body. You push up her tank, letting it bunch up above her breasts and take one into your mouth. Fuck, you've been thinking about this for so long. Your tongue swirls around her nipple, fingers playing with the other, and hum into her pliant skin as you rock yourself stupid on her thigh.

Sevika knows you're close when your movements become careless and a sharp gasp escapes your lip.

She grabs you by your jaw, moving your face gently to the side so she has access to the skin on your neck. Her warm lips leave a trail of hickies across your throat, begging for you to cum and whispering needy, slutty dirty words in your ear.

You can't help but come undone when you feel her lick up the column of your throat. Your hips stutter and your body locks up, the crash of pleasure drowns out everything except for your racing heart beat and the warm flush of heat that engulfs your body after. Sevika runs her hands up your clothed back and helps you ride out your high , your hips jut here and there uncontrollably as you come down from the dizzying pleasure.

A damp patch of your arousal soaks through both of your clothes prompting you to strip, eyes still locked on each other.

You take her hand and lead her to your bedroom, her eyes gawk in awe at the round of your ass almost the entire way.

“Get on the bed” you order. She smirks, obeys and props herself up on her elbows so she can see you. The sight of you completely bare just for her has her thighs rubbing together, wishing your fingers... your mouth were there instead to ease her throbbing clit.

"Open your legs for me Sevi" you purr.

That nickname is new. Cute in that way only you can get away with and it triggers the butterflies in her stomach that she's refused to acknowledge until now.

Sevika doesn't hesitate to follow your order and when she does, your eyes glaze over with desire; pure, unadulterated lust.

You groan at her perfect cunt, soaked and glistening for you.

It's already been too long since you last touched her so you urge forward, hands twitching at the mere sight of her strong body. Sevika's watching you with those piercing eyes, lids weighed halfway down by lust.

The wait for you to just touch her is overbearing. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest is heaving in anticipation and nervousness, fingers twitch at her sides impatiently and all she can think about is the hot pulse you’ve caused between her legs.

She whines your name. It's loud, shameless, blinded by utter need.

You chuckle, mocking her pathetic state. You finally give in and smooth your hand up from her thigh to her entrance. She's dripping for you and when you finally drag a finger through her folds, slick coats your finger and then some. Her arousal dribbles down your fingers and you laugh.

"So wet for me and I've barely touched you baby" you coo.

Soft breaths leave her lips as she writhes in place. Your fingers feel so good she can't help but chase the pleasure with her hips, grinding into your touch.

You slip one finger into her and she pants and moans at the feeling. "More-fuck-I need more doll" she begs raggedly in that deep voice of hers.

You add another and bring your mouth to her pussy, drenching your chin and nose with her wetness. Your fingers are deep but gentle, easing her into the pleasure as you flick your warm tongue over her clit. Her large hands slip into your hair, tugging tighter as you fuck into her deeper and faster. It's only when you start to curl your fingers as you fuck her rougher that raw, unfiltered grunts and moans fill the room.

She squirms against you, hips jutting, mech hand grasping at the sheets. You know she's close and you can't help but moan into her. "You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna cum on my tongue? " the vibration of your muffled words shoots straight through her core and brings her over the edge.

Her thighs clench around your head, long muscular limbs freezing up in pleasure as she cries out your name over and over again overwhelmed by the feeling.

When she finally releases her hold on you, you slip your hands out from where they were hooked under her thighs. Sevika has this fucked out expression on her face that you know you'll cement into your mind forever- mouth open, tan skin slightly flushed, short hair dishevelled and eyes glazed over. All you can think of now is that you're so glad that she returned to your shop.

You manoeuvre yourself up and across her body, kissing your way up her abs and breasts, finally settling on top of her. You stroke away the sweat-stuck hairs on her forehead, after licking your fingers clean and kiss her gently.

"I don't usually do this with my clients just so you know" you hum into her collarbone.

She laughs and you feel the vibration against your chest. For some reason Sevika feels safe, the soft rumble of her laugh feels like home.

You take a breath and rake your eyes over the ink running up her burly figure. She watches you watch her, fascinated by the movement of your fluttering eyes.

The moment is peaceful, feels like an appropriate end to the night but all she can think about is fucking you, filling you up so snug and deep that the smallest movement will cause you to fall apart.

You notice the lust still whirling in her eyes. “You want more?” you question, feeling the same way. She lazily smirks, watching you lean over her frame to fish something out of a drawer.

You hold the strap by the harness, the thought of fucking you senseless makes her heartbeat quicken and her cunt clench around nothing.

She helps you adjust to the size by slipping two fingers into your soaked pussy. Your walls pull her in, begging for her cock. Something bigger, heavier, to satiate the aching desire to be filled up.

Once she’s in position, harness on and large frame on top of yours, she slides the dildo up and down your slick folds and cockily smiles at the squelching sound the motion produces. And for once you’re the one embarrassed and flushed beneath her.

“Stop teasing Sevika” your words come out like a mix of a whine and command and she can’t get enough of the combination. She gently thrusts in, watching it slowly sink into you. You breaths are shallow and you hiss at the sting as she stretches you out. A few gentle thrusts later and you’re telling her to “Fuck me like you mean it Sev, is that all you got?”.

She listens -a little too well- because now you’re limp, overcome by pleasure, stuttering through your words as you watch her thighs slap against yours, her dick buried deep inside you.

Sevika’s flesh hand grips onto your hip like it’s a handlebar, but her mech hand doesn’t do the same on the other side.

You noticed how it’s always kept busy pushing her hair back and out of her eyes, scrunched into the sheets, gripping onto the headboard so hard she might crush it. You need her to know it’s okay for her to touch you, cold metal and all.

In between each hard thrust you manage to tell her “Sevika, I need all of you…like I said- shit- before” you reach over to her prosthetic and place it on your hip, mirroring her human arm. “You can touch me” you urge earnestly and Sevika’s gone stock still now, hesitancy overtaking her body.

Her eyes sharpen to slits, like she’s trying to calculate the answer to an equation. You can tell she’s thinking too much and you cradle her face to drag her out of her thoughts.

You point with your eyes to her mech arm’s hold on you “Hey, look, you’re doing so well Sev. I want all of you baby, don’t doubt that okay? See how right we fit?”.

She nods her head, starting to become convinced by you.

The moment’s precious. Soft. And she’s appreciated how patient you are with her. She takes in your words but her mind’s already in the gutter by now. See how right we fit. You just had to use those words.

Fuck. Yeah, she does.

She glances down at the purple strap. Thick, veiny and nestled deep inside you and she crumbles.

“Don’t hold back, not with me” you whisper and bring her face to yours to kiss her lips gently.

Sevika chokes back a whimper and slams her hips back into yours, she moans at how well you take her- all the way to the fucking hilt.

You’re barely able to praise how good she is at this, your words are eventually drowned out by your uncontrollable moans and when you finally reach your climax, you cry.

It’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done, until it isn’t.

“That was the hottest…most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, doll” she stammered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Sevika’s brain practically explodes as she replays the moment your back arches off the covers and your body convulses, the pretty sounds leaving your mouth, the tears running down your flushed cheeks. The sight was heavenly

✧ END ✧

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(sry if the ending is abrupt, I felt like this was getting a bit long)

Btw this is the final part for this series, I hope you all enjoyed!! Thank you so much for all the notes and reblogs I rlly appreciate it <3

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—Hot Line (firefighter sevika x reader)

previous - chapter four (last one)

synopsis: You’re fast asleep in your comfy little apartment, when the building fire alarm rips you from slumber like a personal attack. Groggy, annoyed, and barefoot, you stumble outside with the rest of your neighbors, expecting a false alarm and nothing more

What you don’t expect? A real fire. And an even realer firefighter—tall, broad-shouldered, absolutely gorgeous, and of course it’s her you choose to ask if you can go back to your home safe.

words: (masterlist)

cw: time lapse, girls making out, slow morning, grumpy and sleep deprived sevika, we’re going to horny jail, those two too, last chapter

The door clicks shut around 3:12AM.

Sevika doesn’t bother turning on a light—she knows where everything is by now. Her boots land by the wall with a dull thud, jacket tossed somewhere near the couch. Her prosthetic clinks lightly against the hardwood as she shrugs it off and sets it carefully on the stand.

It’s a dance she knows by heart now: unbuckle, unclip, unlace, breathe out.

The city outside is dead quiet. She’s dead on her feet.

Her shirt peels off, forgotten. Jeans half-kicked, half-dropped in the hallway. She doesn’t even think about finding a clean tee or brushing her hair. She’s just in a pair of clean boxers when she reaches the bed, the kind of tired that makes everything go soft around the edges.

You’re already asleep.

Curled on your side, one hand under the pillow, breathing slow and steady. The covers are bunched at your hips.

Sevika doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have to.

She slides into bed with the same ease she used to slide into bunk cots, only this time—this time there’s warmth. Skin.

Home.

She throws her arm across your waist, nose buried at the back of your neck. One leg thrown heavy over yours, like instinct. Like ownership.

You stir, soft and blurry with sleep. But you don’t wake—just make a tiny noise and lean back into her, familiar and easy, like this is routine.

And Sevika?

She passes out in seconds, breathing steady into the crook of your neck, heartbeat finally slowing.

Around 8AM, soft light seeps through the half-closed curtains, casting a glow across the sheets. The bed is warm, heavy with limbs tangled under the covers and the scent of sleep and skin.

You stir first. Slowly, gently—your body shifts under the weight of hers, trying not to wake her but needing to reach the edge of the bed.

You barely make it halfway before Sevika growls low against your neck.

“What’re you doing,” she mumbles, her voice rough like gravel, still thick with sleep and buried somewhere between your shoulder and the pillow.

You smile, whispering into the air, “I have to get up… I gotta go to work.”

Sevika doesn’t even lift her head. She just tightens her arm around your waist like a vice, her breath warm and slow on your skin. Her leg hooks tighter around yours.

“No,” she mutters flatly, with more attitude this time. Just—no.

She sounds genuinely offended.

You laugh softly, trying to wriggle out from under her arm, but it’s like trying to lift a truck with your back. She groans louder and buries her face deeper into your neck like she’s going to physically stop time with sheer willpower and stubbornness.

You don’t fight her grip. Not really. You sigh with a soft huff through your nose and settle back into her, letting her lean all her weight against your back, the warmth of her skin and the steady thump of her heartbeat anchoring you right there.

“I’m only working the morning shift,” you murmur, lips brushing her temple. “I’ll be back before you’re even awake.”

Sevika doesn’t answer right away—just groans like the injustice of it physically pains her. She nuzzles into the pillow, then turns her back to you completely, dragging half the blanket and every goddamn cushion with her. She burries herself under them with the dramatic flair of someone who just lost everything.

You blink. She grumbles, voice muffled by layers of softness and sleep.

“For once in my life I get to sleep in—and my damn girlfriend’s not even with me,” she says, tragically, like you’re abandoning her in the trenches.

You bite back a laugh, eyes wide, jaw tight trying not to grin too hard. “You’re unbelievable.”

No response.

“So dramatic.”

Still nothing—just her broad back, the rise and fall of it, and the pouty silence of a woman wronged.

You sigh again, smiling now, and lean forward to wrap your arms around her from behind, your chest pressed to her spine as you curl around her.

“Okay, okay,” you whisper, kissing the back of her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m a terrible girlfriend. Forgive me?”

She doesn’t answer. But her hand reaches down to catch yours under the covers, her fingers threading with yours, warm and slow.

You already know she’s forgiven you. Even if she’ll keep sulking for a little longer.

You’re moving around the room softly, towel-drying your hair and slipping into your clothes like a quiet morning ritual. You’ve already had breakfast, brushed your teeth, taken a long shower that made you think about Sevika’s mouth on your skin the entire time—and yet she hasn’t said a single word since you got out. Not a single one.

But she’s awake.

You feel her eyes on you before you turn. Still buried under the covers, head propped against a pillow like she’s barely alive, eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep, but open. Watching. Tracking the curve of your waist as you slide your shirt down. The quiet intimacy of it makes your stomach flip.

“Come here,” she mumbles finally, her voice wrecked and warm and low in a way that has no business sounding that good first thing in the morning.

You glance at the clock. You should be leaving soon. You really should.

But instead, you walk over.

She pulls the blanket down just enough for you to climb over her, and you straddle her lap easily, knees sinking into the messy sheets. She’s still under the covers, bare-chested, messy-haired, one eye barely open and the other lazily blinking like she’s debating between kissing you or falling asleep again.

Her hand finds your hip under your shirt—just rests there, rough fingers curling softly like it’s instinct. You’re warm from your shower, still slightly damp, and she hums when you lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth. She doesn’t chase your lips—just exhales against your cheek like this is enough. You being here. On her. Close.

The bedroom is dim, sleepy, with the curtains pulled just enough to let the soft morning light touch the edges of the room—enough to see where your socks landed, or where Sevika’s bra gave up last night. A cluttered mess of comfort and chaos, and still, somehow, it feels like the safest place you’ve ever been.

“Thought you were mad at me,” you tease, your voice soft against her temple.

“I am,” she mutters, closing her eyes again. “You smell like shampoo and productivity.”

You laugh, she doesn’t. But her thumb strokes your waist slow, lazy, half-asleep but present. Her way of saying stay even if she won’t say it out loud.

You’re still giggling quietly against her face when her fingers tug lightly at your shirt collar.

“Come back here.”

It’s not a question. Not a demand, either—just that rough, sleep-laced tone of hers that leaves no room for arguing, even when she can barely keep her eyes open.

You lean down, chest brushing hers through the covers, and she meets you halfway. Mouth slow and warm, a little dry from sleep, but real. She kisses like she’s been craving it since you stepped out of bed—tongue lazy, mouth soft, no rush, just having you for these few minutes.

You hum against her lips, and she swallows it like a secret.

Her fingers are still fisted in your collar, like if she lets go, the morning will start and you’ll be gone. Her hand on your hip tightens when you shift closer, grinding just a little, enough to feel her sigh and tilt her head deeper into the kiss.

It’s slow. Gentle. Addicting.

You’ve kissed before—last night, and nights before that—but there’s something in this one that feels different. Like she’s letting herself take. Just for now.

Her mouth moves against yours in quiet rhythm, one kiss melting into the next, and the next, until five whole minutes blur into warmth and breath and sleep-hazy desire. She should be asleep. Her eye bags are criminal, the dark smudges under them almost purple in the soft light—but she’s kissing you like you’re the only thing keeping her alive.

When you finally pull back, just barely, she keeps her grip on your shirt. Doesn’t open her eyes.

You whisper, “You need to sleep.”

She murmurs, low, “if you care so much about me, then stay in bed.”

You kiss her one more time, softer now, like a promise more than anything else. And just when you’re about to pull back and finally start your day, you murmur against her lips:

“But if I’m not going to work, and you’re staying here to sleep… then who’s gonna take Rusty back home?”

Sevika lets her head fall back into the pillow with a dramatic groan. “Do not put our son into this.”

You try to bite back a laugh, your smile too wide to hide.

She’s not even pretending to argue after that. Just lets her grip on your shirt slip away, her hand dragging down your side, heavy with sleep again. She grumbles something under her breath that might be “traitor,” but doesn’t fight it when you finally slip off her lap.

You tug on your pants, throw your shirt back into place, and lean in one last time, brushing the mess of her hair off her temple before pressing your lips there.

“Sleep, Sev.”

A grunt. Which you take as a yes.

And when you head out the door, the apartment is quiet—except for the soft huff of Sevika already passed out again, surrounded by pillows and your warmth lingering with her.

Around 12AM just like you promised, you unlock the door with one hand and gently hold Rusty’s leash with the other, bracing yourself for the tiny chaos about to unfold.

The second the door creaks open, Rusty’s tail starts wagging like crazy, nails clicking against the floor in rapid little scrapes. He knows he’s home. You bend down to unclip the leash but keep a firm hand on his collar, murmuring, “Wait. You’ll see her in a second, just—calm your butt.”

He gives a soft, excited bark, whole body vibrating, but he listens—barely. You smile, brushing your fingers behind his ears.

Once he’s slightly more composed, you release him, and he bolts down the hallway, paws skidding just a bit on the wooden floor as he races toward the bedroom. You don’t even need to follow to know exactly what’s happening.

A dull thump, the rustle of sheets, and then Sevika’s voice, hoarse and warm from sleep: “…Damn it, Rusty.”

You poke your head in a few seconds later, already grinning.

She’s still mostly buried in the covers, hair a complete mess, eyes only half open, and somehow, your giant baby Rottweiler has managed to nestle himself across her chest and stomach like he belongs there. Sevika doesn’t even look annoyed. Her only heavy arm wraps around Rusty’s barrel chest as she sighs like this is just part of life now.

Rusty lets out a low, happy huff, tongue lolling out, and Sevika scratches lazily behind his ear without even opening both eyes. “He smells like meds.”

“He just spent the night at the clinic, babe,” you remind her, stepping inside and toeing your shoes off.

She hums in acknowledgment, still sleepy, her voice deep and soft against the pillows. “He better not pee on me.”

“He won’t,” you say, though you’re already holding back a laugh. “He missed you.”

Sevika shifts slightly, letting Rusty stretch out more across her ribs. “Yeah, well. I missed him too.”

And she means it. You can hear it in her voice—even if she’s half-asleep and buried under eighty pounds of overexcited young dog.

She’s bad at expressing feelings, she would probably never tell you she missed you, but her son? ‘It’s not the same, he’s a dog.’

You don’t mind it, not at all.

You lean against the doorway for a moment, watching the two of them settle. Sevika, your insufferable, exhausted girlfriend. Rusty, your overly dramatic, needy son. And this…this was your home.

It doesn’t get much better than this.

The apartment is quiet when Sevika wakes up, early evening sun cutting through the half-closed curtains. Rusty’s heavy head is resting over her calves, his entire body curled behind her like some oversized, breathing heating pad. He lets out a sleepy snort when she shifts, blinking blearily at her, and follows her groggily when she slides out of bed.

Her steps are slow, dragging just a little as she moves through the familiar clutter of their home. She doesn’t bother putting on a shirt—just grabs her prosthetic and snaps it into place with practiced ease, rolling her shoulder once to adjust the weight.

Rusty’s nails tap behind her as she pads toward the kitchen.

You’re already there.

Sitting at the small table in your favorite shirt—hers, actually—with your laptop open and music playing low on the speaker. Some mellow song she doesn’t recognize, but it matches the morning. Calm. Easy. You’re focused, typing something with your lip tucked between your teeth, and your coffee’s long gone cold beside you.

Sevika leans down and wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, chin brushing over the top of your head as she exhales through her nose.

You smile, not startled in the slightest. “Hi sleeping beauty.”

“Hi,” she mumbles back, her voice still rough and low. Then, against your temple: “So… Wanna do something extraordinary for our anniversary tomorrow? Took my day off before you could blame me for being a terrible person.”

You hum, slow and thoughtful like you’re actually considering wild options, then glance at her over your shoulder with a smirk. “Pizza and beer?”

Sevika groans like you’ve just said the most seductive thing in the world, burying her face in the side of your neck. “Fuck. You know how to talk to me.”

You laugh softly and reach up to hold her arm draped across your chest, warm and solid and still a little sleepy.

Behind you both, Rusty lets out another deep sigh and flops dramatically onto the floor, claiming his spot in the sun.

Your second anniversary doesn’t start with anything fancy. It’s not your thing.

Just takeout pizza, cold beer, the soft glow of the TV, and a makeshift nest of cushions and blankets spread across the floor of your living room. You’re both sitting against the couch, legs stretched out and toes grazing, your Rottweiler snoring softly between you with his big head in your lap.

It’s late.

You’re both tipsy—just a little. Sevika doesn’t get drunk easily, not really, but you’ve learned that she gets a certain kind of warm when she drinks with you. Looser in the shoulders. Quicker to laugh. The kind of quiet that comes with comfort, not caution.

You’re halfway through some series you’ve both been watching without paying that much attention when Sevika shifts, sets her half-finished beer on the coffee table, and leans her head back against the couch. Her arm brushes yours.

She exhales, then glances at you sideways. Her voice is low. “Hypothetically…”

You look at her, pizza crust in hand. “Yeah?”

“If I asked you to marry me with pizza and a beer, you wouldn’t be offended, would you ?”

There’s a beat.

Then your laugh bursts out—bright, surprised, loud in the small apartment. Pure joy.

You almost choke on your crust.

“What—? No! No, I wouldn’t be offended, are you kidding me?”

Sevika tries not to smile too wide, but she fails. Her eyes drop to the floor like she’s embarrassed, but the smile’s there anyway, stubborn and real. She picks at the label on her bottle.

You turn toward her, still laughing softly, setting your own beer down. “Was that a hypothetical hypothetical or, like… hypothetical for real?”

Sevika shrugs one shoulder, but her eyes find yours again and she doesn’t look away. “Dunno. Just… thinkin’.”

You lean over, brush your lips against her cheek, then her mouth. Slow. Soft. Familiar.

“Then think faster,” you whisper. “’Cause I’m saying yes.”

Rusty lets out a groan between you two and flops onto his back like he’s been personally wronged by all this affection.

Sevika laughs into your mouth.

And you kiss her again, still sitting on the floor, with beer breath and greasy fingers and the feeling of a whole life stretching out ahead of you.

Just like that. Easy. Extraordinary.

You’re still smiling when Sevika pulls back just enough to look at you.

Her fingers rest warm on your thigh, and there’s something in her eyes—soft, slow, a little unsure, but there. She tips her head toward you with a tiny, crooked smirk.

“So…” she says, dragging the word out. “Do I actually have to ask?”

You bite your lip, eyes gleaming, and hum thoughtfully like you’re considering it.

“I’d love you to,” you say, lifting a brow, playful. “But no need.”

She groans, dramatic and low in her throat. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You just grin at her, and then—without ceremony, without moving—you watch her shift onto her side a little, elbow on the floor, leaning in closer.

Her free hand reaches out for yours, and yeah, it’s greasy with leftover pizza oil, and the dog is still between you like a stone slab in the bed of romance, but her voice is steady when she says it.

“Alright,” she mutters. “Then I’m asking. Will you marry me?”

You blink once, and then your face splits into another loud, shocked laugh—again. You throw your head back like you can’t believe she actually did it.

“Like that?!” you wheeze. “With cheese on your fingers, Sev?”

She shrugs like that’s a you problem. “We’re already halfway through the damn pizza, might as well make it official.”

You wipe your hands on your sweatpants before crawling closer and grabbing her face, your nose brushing hers. Still grinning. Still laughing. You kiss her, mouths still smiling.

“God,” you say between kisses, “I love you so bad it’s disgusting.”

Sevika groans again, but this time it’s into your mouth. “You’re the gross one.”

“You asked me to marry you mid-bite.”

“You said yes.”

You knock your forehead against hers, both of you laughing now, your dog snoring beside you like nothing happened. And when you kiss her again, it’s a little deeper. A little slower. Still smiling.

Because it’s not perfect. It’s not polished. It’s not planned.

It’s you. It’s her. It’s this life you’ve made—messy, loud, full of crumbs and arguments about laundry and silent, sleepy mornings and one very spoiled dog.

You’re still grinning when you pull back, sitting cross-legged in front of her, hands still tangled together, your whole face flushed from laughing. Sevika’s looking at you like she’s got plans now—long, slow-burning plans that definitely don’t involve finishing the pizza.

Then her eyes dart to Rusty, who’s curled up like a massive loaf between the two of you, halfway dozing with his nose on his paw.

Sevika jerks her chin toward the hallway.

“C’mon,” she mutters, already getting to her feet and tugging your hand with her. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You blink. “Now?”

She deadpans, “Yeah. And lock the door.”

You arch a brow, smirking. “Lock the door?”

Sevika points at Rusty with the gravest expression she’s ever worn. “He doesn’t need to see that.”

You lose it—laughing so hard your knees buckle a little, and Sevika just pulls you in closer with a smug little grin tugging at her mouth.

And you let her drag you away, pizza forgotten, beer still open, your oversized Rottweiler sighing dramatically as he’s abandoned in the living room.

Because yeah, you’re getting married.

But first?

You’re gonna make out like teenagers and make love behind a locked bedroom door. Because Sevika’s got ideas, and Rusty’s baby eyes don’t need to see that.

End of Hot Line, firefighter!sevika ! Thank you so much for all the support, thank you for reading my lesbian-helpless-romantic-stupid fics, thank you for being here, thank you for letting me know what you feel when I write and how good you feel with my work. I love you guys, thank you.

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[v1kastr4p]

what about sevika holding you in a chokehold with her big bicep while giving you strap…….

ohh this is so hot.

you’re not sure when you stopped being on top you remember straddling her, hands on her chest, trying to grind slow and sweet, but sevika doesn’t do sweet when she’s got the strap on. not when you’re looking that fucking pretty, not when you’re whining and squirming like her whole job is to break you open.

she grabbed you. flipped you like it was nothing..a blur of motion, a grunt in her throat, your wrists pinned above your head before you could even blink. and now you’re on your side. face down in her sheets, legs spread wide, Sevika’s huge body spooned up behind you. one arm wrapped tight around your throat. one hand gripping your thigh. and the strap? deep in your cunt, grinding in slow, nasty circles like she’s fucking punishing you with it.

“you thought you were gonna ride me?” her voice is low. teasing. cruel. her forearm flexes around your throat, cutting your moan off into a broken little gasp. “nah, baby. you’re too fuckin’ small for that. too easy to manhandle.”

her bicep is huge. thick and solid, the kind that looks carved from stone, flexing against your jaw as she pulls you tight into her chest. you can’t move. can’t twist or squirm or even breathe properly, not with her arm locking you in like a fuckin’ python.

and you don’t want to move. not when she’s grinding that strap so deep in your cunt, the base flush to your lips, your pussy stretched wide and soaked, making the filthiest little noises every time her hips roll forward.

“feel that?” she growls, mouth right against your ear. “feel how deep i am, doll?”

you whimper. nod. her forearm presses harder. your breath cuts off for a second, just long enough to make your head spin, and your hips jerk, pussy clenching hard around the strap.

“fuck yeah. knew you liked that.” she grinds into you, thick silicone dragging against every sweet spot inside, your clit grinding on the base. her chest is hot against your back. her voice is fucked, rough and tight, like she’s barely holding herself together. “so fuckin’ small. so tight. like this pussy was made for me. look at you—can’t even breathe right and you’re still tryin’ to cum like a dumb little slut”

you’re drooling. eyes rolled back. legs trembling from where she’s got your thigh pinned up and open, letting her rut into your cunt at the filthiest angle, slow, deep, mean thrusts that feel like she’s pressing up into your ribs.

her arm flexes tighter.

“say it.” you can barely get the words out. “s-sevika—f-fuck—im yours—” “louder.” you choke. your body bucks. she spits on your cheek and ruts into you hard, slamming the strap into your soaked pussy with a grunt. “say it like you fuckin’ mean it.”

“i'm yours! fuck! sevika—please—i can’t—i c-can’t—”

her forearm squeezes once, hard enough to blank your vision for a second. and she fucks into you right as your breath cuts out, one brutal thrust, balls-deep, her hips grinding into the back of your thighs while the whole bed shakes.

your cunt clenches hard. you cum. violently. body twitching, mouth open but silent, too breathless to scream. and sevika’s groaning behind you, hips still moving, dragging the strap in and out slow to fuck you through it. “there you go, baby. take it. fuckin’ take it. come on my cock.”

you’re limp. shaking. legs useless. but she doesn’t stop. her voice drops an octave. one hand slips down between your legs, flicks your clit, rough and fast, while her cock stays buried in your cunt. “we’re gonna do that again. and again. until you can’t speak.”

you sob. you’re gasping now, short little stutters of air every time she loosens her chokehold for a second, lets you breathe just enough, then tightens again like a leash.

“look at this fuckin’ body,” she pants, voice raw, hips slamming harder. “look how good it looks gettin’ ruined on my strap. you see how deep this cock’s inside you?” her hand presses on your lower belly right above your cunt, and you feel it. the base of the strap. the curve of it hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “that’s how far i am. right fuckin’ there.”

she pulls you back with the chokehold, dragging your throat tighter into her elbow so your head tilts back against her shoulder. mouth open, eyes rolled, tits bouncing with every sharp slam of her hips.

and then she spits in your mouth. grabs your jaw and spits. “swallow it.”

you do. your head’s spinning. your pussy’s gushing, soaking her strap, the sheets, her thighs. you’re mewling nonsense, your breath all fucked up, and sevika’s laughing low and cruel behind you.

“you’re gonna cum again. breathless. stuffed full. like a fuckin’ ragdoll. and when you do?” her voice curls into a snarl, her cock slamming up, up, deep, splitting you open all over again.. “you better say my name like it’s the last thing you’ll ever fuckin’ breathe.”

[sevikaswinkinghole]

i’m light headed this is so good-

[twinsfawn]

baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three

[sevikaslatinawife]

Sevika prefers to get you anklets over bracelets because that way your ankles look cute with her initial.

While they’re folded back or over her shoulders while she drills into you with her strap.

“S’pretty, baby,” She’d moan, kissing right over where the ‘S’ charm thumps against your skin from the force of her thrusts. “All fuckin’ mine.”