[sevsbunny]

✩ 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 ✩

✩ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆? ✩

ᯓ 𝑫𝑶𝑽𝑬 | 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𖦹 𝐭𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐲6 𖦹 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

✮⋆˙ this is a side blog — @pocolottie is my main

✮⋆˙ sevika’s younger girlfriend

✮⋆˙ @kissingmilfs eternal lover

✮⋆˙ asks are open

✮⋆˙ masterlist

recent works

-> stoned - stoner!sevika x stoner!reader

-> secrets - gp!alpha!sevika x omega!reader

-> taking it slow - councilwoman!sevika x brothel!reader

-> run little rabbit, run lumberjack!sevika x reader

EIGHTEEN PLUS. MEN AND MINORS DNI

[notkahel]

pool party caitvi 🤸‍♀️

[sevsbunny]

Sevika and femme who's been going to the gym every day to try and get jacked and to top her properly.

(Love your work ❤️)

to top her properly.......

imaginnig how buff shegets just for you and the amount of pics she takes so she can send them to you......

[sevsbunny]

storm rolling in and all i can think about is being held in sevika’s arms during this storm and we watch the rain while the lights are off nd we are smoking

[sevsbunny]

missing sevika so much :(

feeling like absolute garbage lately with my disability and feeling so depressed and i know sevika would love to body double with me so i can function like a human being

she would urge me to get out of bed and brush my teeth, giving me kisses and helping me eat some fruit and drink some water

aaaaa and give me so many kisses when i take my meds 🥺😭

[sevsbunny]

i got my period early no wonder why i felt like crap on top of everything else 😭💔

[requiemdesreves]

Sevika kisses your belly to ease your cramps

You’ve been like this for the past hour, trying to stay still, curled up in bed, one hand pressed to your abdomen, the other clutching the blanket as if that could ease the pain.

You don’t say a word, but Sevika notices. She always does.

“Again, huh?” Her voice is low, rough and laced with worry.

You only manage a nod. She walks closer, slow and steady, sitting at the edge of the bed. Her human hand slides gently through your hair, brushing it away from your forehead with a tenderness that makes you melt.

“Come here,” she murmurs, lying down beside you and pulling you against her chest. Her metal arm wraps around you, the other hand resting over your abdomen, tracing slow, warm circles through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“You don’t have to do this, Sev,” you whisper, though your voice sounds more like a plea for her not to leave.

“Oh, hush,” Sevika says with a soft laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand moves lower, caressing your stomach with a firm, steady pressure that eases the cramps bit by bit. Then she bends down, her lips brushing just below your navel.

“Here? Does it hurt?” she asks between kisses.

“A little,” you murmur, your voice trembling, not only from the pain. “But, you know, I don’t think this is gonna cure me.” You manage a weak smile.

“No,” Sevika replies, her breath warm against your skin, “but it’s a distraction.”

She keeps going, scattering soft kisses over your belly, her voice a low hum between each one — words you can’t fully make out, but they sound like comfort. “That’s better,” she whispers against you. “I promise it’ll pass soon.”

Her lips start to move upward, brushing over your abdomen, the line of your ribs, until you feel her smile against your skin. The quiet that settles between you is the closest thing to peace you’ve had all night.

“You know,” you mumble, your voice already heavy with sleep, “I didn’t think this is how we’d spend the evening.”

“Kissing your aching belly?” Sevika teases softly.

“Exactly,” you laugh faintly.

“Well,” she breathes, resting her forehead against yours, “if it makes you feel better, I’d do it a thousand times more.”

Her hand drifts to your side, her thumb drawing slow circles. Your breaths sync, and with each one, the pain dulls a little more. You hate how wrong you were, this really does help.

“Thank you, love,” you whisper, barely awake.

Sevika presses one last kiss to your skin before murmuring, “don’t thank me, doll. This calms me down too.”

✦ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @riotstemple29, @youdoyou-andiwilldome, @georgiahs-stuff, @fruitfulfashion, @poeticrenaissance, @mxchi-mxxn, @mwahbabe, @sksksscarlet, @sevikas-whore, @gh00styyy, @dykeasaurwrites, @cutflwr, @gabrielthethird, @lonerslug, @strawwbby, @willsloveshergf, @orange-honeyjne, @sasseffect, @lunescore, @celinealways, @mairisms, @lilas712, @orchidprincesss, @mseilishmwah, @monroesg1rl

[sevsbunny]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[polkadotzzzz]

color is #4d2c0f, it's fat, full bush, folds covered in thick dark hair, spreading up into a happy trail, creams in thick gushes, clit is engorged, 1 inch long, sensitive, it squelches, it's loose needs an entire fist, it's sour and tangy.

[mdsmx]

Thinking of aftermath with Sevika...

Her breathing close to your ear, counting the seconds it took for the aftershocks to ease. She'd kiss your cheek lovingly, eyes closed as she tried to return her heartbeat to its normal pace again.

You'd make a weak sound, your hand pausing Sevika's doting for a moment. You could feel the blood coursing through her veins under your fingertips.

"Are you okay?" Her voice practically purred into your ear.

You murmured a weak 'yes'. That was all she needed before she wrapped her arm around you.

You smoothed a hand over her side, rubbing the skin that surrounded her prosthetic. It was off for now. You tried to ensure she'd go to sleep without it. Having thought of what might be the aftermath of your passion, you decided that it would be better for her to plan ahead and take it off. You closed your eyes again, trying to ease any possible itch that may arise.

Sevika forced you into her chest, and you gladly curled into her. You had half a mind to praise her. And that's what you did. Even if your words were merely a string of jumbled nothings.

She couldn't help but chuckle as she pulled your head away with a hand on your nape.

"What are you saying, lovely?"

You tried to echo what you said. There was barely a cohesive sentence in there. Sevika shook her head and smiled. She guided you back towards her chest.

"Go to sleep. I'll be there when you wake up."

And she was. Just like she always was.

credits for dividers <3:

@strangergraphics

[lurkerputtinthaworkin]

Sevika is stomach down on the bed as she eats you out, her feet swaying back and forth, giddy. She’s so fucking weird, has you coming with her fingers and mouth as she’s cheesing like an idiot.

“I hate you.” You murmur breathlessly as she crawls up between your legs and kisses you, her chest pressed against your own.

“I’m sure, doll.”

[sevsbunny]

"people are allowed to dislike things"

WRONG. NO ONE is allowed to dislike sevika.

[sevsbunny]

someone said this was sevika with her dog

[sevsbunny]

missing sevika so much :(

feeling like absolute garbage lately with my disability and feeling so depressed and i know sevika would love to body double with me so i can function like a human being

she would urge me to get out of bed and brush my teeth, giving me kisses and helping me eat some fruit and drink some water

aaaaa and give me so many kisses when i take my meds 🥺😭

[baji-boo]

Our cover girl📸

[paleserendipitywastakenlol]

what if you rode Sevika's nose...? (MINORS DNI)

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."

Thank you for reading! You can request a short one-shot by leaving me an ask here! Find me elsewhere here! :)

[sevsbunny]

OK I can't stop thinking about bitchy!Mean!Fem reader x Bottom Sevika who literally worships the ground you walk on even though your mean to her 🥺

Like reader is always turning sevika down until sevika literally gets on her knees and begs for reader and she's soooo condescending but let's sevika eat her out, purely out of pity 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

BOTTOM SEVIKA LETS GOOOOO there are hardly any bottom sevika truthers out there (though i believe our girl is a massive switch depending on who she is with but i digress)

anyways!!!!

the way sevika literally just turns to mush like she is exactly right where she wants to be. she would let reader walk her like a damn dog if it came down to it. kissing the very earth she walks upon just because she is just that down bad for her femme omggggg

and fuck even if she eats reader out of pity….there is something that stirs deep inside reader seeing this big woman who’s a puppy butch bottom beg and please to be with her and practically hump her leg like a dog and she fucks with it so hard… but you know reader is going to play hard to get

[sevsbunny]

Think about it you drag councilor sevika out to some formal gathering to meet a few people and she begrudgingly agrees on one condition. You wear one of those remote control vibrators and she gets to hold the remote the whole night. She's gonna make you pay for dragging her ass out here and forcing her to be "agreeable". It eventually gets too much for both of you that you have to excuse yourself to the restroom to take care of things.

you and anon have the same idea i fear i might jsut have to write it (i know this is so old by bad please forgive)

[sevsbunny]

I think Sevika would be a GIGANTIC CHEER MOM! At first she would think it’s dumb but then her little one is so excited she can’t help but get on board tehee. And by on board I mean staying up late tailoring costumes, dressing up for competitions to match the cheerleaders, nearly getting into a physical altercation with the judges and being almost banned for it LMAO.

Just some thoughts for a request!

i think so too! i think she would love to be so hands on even if she looks like a grump doing it most days. but on the inside her heart is filled with so much joy that she can watch her little one grow up going whatever they set their hearts to waaaaa