Warnings: Yandere!Natasha, Netflix's YOU AU themes, YOU AU narration style, stalking, invasion of privacy, manipulation, dark themes.
Summary: You think bumping into a beautiful stranger at the bookstore was just a lucky accident. You have no idea Natasha has been planning this exact moment for weeks.
Hello, you.
You have no idea I’m here. To you, I’m just a stranger standing three rows back in the history section of this dusty, second-hand bookstore. You’re completely absorbed in the paperback in your hands, chewing on your bottom lip the way you always do when you’re focused.
You think you’re completely alone in the world right now.
You don't know me. You don't know that my name is Natasha. You don't know that for the last month, I’ve been the shadow walking half a block behind you on your way home from work. You don't know that I have a clone of your phone's SIM card running on a secure tablet in my apartment, or that I know you set three alarms every morning and still hit snooze on the first two.
My world is full of liars, killers, and ghosts. I’ve spent my entire life covered in red, looking over my shoulder. And then, four weeks ago, I saw you on the subway. You gave up your seat to an elderly woman, smiled that bright, unguarded smile, and went back to listening to your music. You were so pure. So blissfully unaware of the monsters in the dark.
I decided right then that I was going to keep you safe from them. From everything.
But I can't just walk up to you. You're skittish. Your heart rate elevates around aggressive people I know, because I hacked the smartwatch you’re currently wearing. If I push too hard, you’ll run. So, I have to let you find me.
I watch you slide the book back onto the shelf with a soft sigh. You’re looking for a specific biography—one on Catherine the Great. You need it for your thesis. You’ve been stressing about it for days in your emails.
It’s not on the shelf. Because the only copy this store had is currently in my leather jacket pocket.
You turn to leave the aisle, your shoulders slumped in disappointment.
Action.
I step out from behind the mahogany bookshelf, timing my stride with tactical precision. I keep my eyes lowered just enough, pretending to read the spine of the book in my hands, and step right into your path.
We collide. Softly. Just enough to make you gasp and take a step back. I let the book slip from my hands, landing with a muted thud on the floor between us.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," you say immediately, your hands fluttering up in apology. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
"No, that was my fault," I say, keeping my voice gentle, pitching it to the exact frequency that psychology profiles suggest builds immediate trust. "I was too lost in my own head."
I crouch down to pick up the book, and you instinctively kneel to help me. Your fingers brush the cover, and you freeze.
Your eyes go wide, darting from the title to my face. "You're reading Catherine the Great: Portrait of a Woman? I... I was literally just looking for this."
I blink, feigning mild, polite surprise. Up close, you smell like vanilla and rain. It takes every ounce of my willpower and Red Room training not to reach out and touch your cheek. "Really? They told me at the front desk this was the last copy."
"Yeah," you laugh, a little breathlessly, looking up at me. Our eyes meet for the very first time. Your pupils dilate slightly. Perfect. "My luck, I guess. I'm doing my thesis on Russian history. I've been hunting for this specific edition everywhere."
I look at you. I let a slow, warm smile touch my lips—the kind of smile I haven't given anyone in years.
"Well," I say softly, standing up and offering you the book. "I’m just reading it for fun. A thesis sounds much more important. Take it."
"What? No, I couldn't," you protest, but your eyes linger on the cover. You want it.
"I insist," I press the book gently into your hands. My fingers graze yours, and I feel the slight flutter of your pulse. "On one condition."
You look up at me, a pretty pink flush creeping up your neck. You’re completely disarmed by me. "What condition?"
"You let me buy you a coffee, and you tell me all about your thesis. I'm Natasha, by the way."
You bite your lip, considering it. You shouldn't talk to strangers. But I don't look like a threat. I look like a beautiful, generous woman in a leather jacket who just solved your biggest problem. I look like fate.
You give her your name, smiling back, clutching the book to your chest. "And... yeah. Coffee sounds great."
"Lead the way then," I murmur.
You turn and start walking toward the exit, casting a shy, excited glance over your shoulder at me. You think this is serendipity. You think the universe just handed you a perfect, romantic meet-cute on a silver platter.
You have absolutely no idea that I'm never letting you go.
I’D PUT A BULLET IN MY HEAD IF I EVER LOST YOU NOW ♡ NATASHA ROMANOFF x F!READER
you hadn’t seen her for months. you were left behind to assume that she was done with you… you were dead wrong.
⋆ ⋆ ─ tags: no use of y/n ⋆ mdni ⋆ reader nondescript ⋆ sapphic ⋆ angst ⋆ unhealthy relationship dynamic ⋆ obsessive!natasha ⋆ violence ⋆ gun ⋆ manipulation ⋆ suicidal ideation ⋆ toxic yuri ⋆ word count: 1.7k
▹ phantom power and ludicrous speed - pierce the veil
You knew you had locked the door behind you when you left this morning. You even double checked it before walking off. Now hours later, you stared at the unlocked wooden door, anxiety creeping up your spine and filling out your chest. Possibility after possibility ran through your mind. Had you been robbed? Was someone lying in wait for you? One possibility lingered in the forefront of your thoughts- that it was her.
You took in a deep breath pushing the door open slowly. There was a light on. A light you distinctly remembered never turning on. You crossed into the space carefully, seeking for anything out of place. Nothing you noticed, except for a pair of boots neatly tucked against the wall. Her boots.
When you finally rounded the corner of the front foyer, there she was.
Natasha was seated at the empty table.
You stared at each other for moment of uncomfortable silence, varying emotions rushed through you all at once. Anger, frustration, longing, sadness… relief.
“What are you doing here?” You finally asked, voice quiet.
You thought your anger towards her had long dissipated. You hadn’t seen her for months. You had spent nearly every waking hour worrying about her whereabouts. Weeks over analyzing your entire relationship, wondering why you weren’t good enough for her to stay or reach out. Missing her presence while wondering if she was even alive.
“No hello?” She asked with soft laugh. She almost sounded nervous.
“There was no goodbye.” You crossed your arms across your chest. The self soothing tactic did little to nothing to calm your nerves. As angry as you were, you missed her so much the feeling left a near permanent ache in your chest.
Natasha took in a deep breath.
“Why are you here?” You asked her once more.
“You know why I’m here.”
You let out a hum of indifference.
“No, I don’t.” You still kept your voice calm.
You had eventually made peace with her disappearance. She’d been a fugitive. Leaving you with no warning, not even goodbye text at least.
“I’m-”
“Don’t.” You didn’t let her finish. You didn’t want to hear any apologies. She waited a moment before she spoke again and way she said your name almost cut through your resolve.
“Stop.” You shook your head. “Natasha, you need to leave.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” She confirmed.
“I’m not leaving, until we figure this out.”
“There is no we!” You explained. “There hasn’t been a we in months.”
“Please-”
“No.” Your eyes squeezed. “Get out. Please.”
“Detka…”
You breathed in through your nose, eyes starting to sting with tears.
“I need you to leave.” You continued to plead.
“But you don’t want me to.”
“Don’t twist my words, you know what I mean.”
“I won’t leave.” She shook her head.
“Well, you had no problem doing it before.” You shrugged.
The sarcasm was harsh and you hoped it cut deep. You watched the hand that rested on the table clench tightly into a fist, her chest expanding in a controlled breath.
“I had to go. It wasn’t safe.”
You felt your anger spike.
“Gee, thanks for leaving me where it was so unsafe.”
You crossed to the kitchen, defeated in the attempt to get her to leave. If she wanted to talk you would be honest.
“No.” She groaned in frustration, the fist was now pinching at her forehead. “I was on the run. It was unsafe for you to be around me. I only left to protect you.”
This time you did laugh. You could tell by the look on her face that Natasha was not amused. In fact her expression darkened as you laughed at her.
“I don’t care about whatever excuse you want to give me. It doesn’t change what happened.”
She bit down on her lips, looking like she was trying to control her emotions. You were so used to her concrete poker face, this was new.
“Please.” She begged.
“I can’t live without you.” Tears were gathering in her eyes. You shook your head, your own lips sealed tightly. If you even let your expression crack, you know that you would break down.
“You have been.” Your arms tightened across your chest.
Natasha huffed out a sharp laugh this time. She had not been living. Instead she spent months in isolation looking over her shoulder. Moving from place to place. Navigating multiple fake identities. Most of the time she found her thoughts on you- knowing you were safe in the space you both had once shared as a home. Each day away from you pulled more air from her lungs and crushed her heart.
“I was running!” She snapped. “But I was not running from you.”
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“Bullshit. You know me better than that.”
“Nat, you left!” You nearly shouted. “You left me. You abandoned me here all alone with no warning! Never returned my calls- or texts! You couldn’t even care enough to send a fucking post card from wherever the fuck you were!”
You breathed in a few heavy gulps of air.
“So don’t you come back here with that “I can’t live without you” bullshit, because we both know that’s a lie.”
Natasha was out of her seat, pulling a handgun from the back of her waistband.
“What are you-”
“You think I’m lying?”
You stepped back a hair, lower back making contact with the counter behind you. You didn’t think your words were that harsh. Certainly not harsh enough to warrant a weapon. Except she didn’t raise it to you like you outlandishly thought. She clicked off the safety, loading the chamber and to your absolute horror- Natasha placed the barrel of the gun to her right temple.
“Natasha…” you said carefully, voice shaky with panic breaths.
“If you really think that…”
“Natasha, put that down.” You begged.
“I’ll pull the trigger right now.”
Her voice didn’t waiver. This finally cracked the dam of emotions you had been holding back. Tears sprang up into your eyes, breath hitching nervously.
“Stop it!”
“You think I can live without you, right?” Her voice raised. “You think I won’t do it?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, maybe to try and see if you could wipe the situation out of existence. When you opened them again there was no change. She was still there holding the gun.
“No!” You shook out your head. “No! Stop it!”
Natasha lowered the weapon and you finally took a breath of relief. The restitution was short lived.
You watched in distress as she crossed into the kitchen. You stayed in place as she approached, still backed up against the counter. She’d reach you no matter what way you turned to.
Natasha was fast to reach you, soon standing toe to toe. Before you could react she was shoving the gun into your hands and wrapping hers around your own. You felt your body recoil as she was pushing your finger to the trigger. You tried to fight off her hold while pulling your arm back, but the counter only restricted your movement. Her hand was securely gripped around yours, preventing you from letting go. The other hand placed itself on top of the barrel, steadying the weapon in place from your shaking hand.
She placed the barrel of the gun directly over her heart. The weapon shook rapidly in your shared grip from your nerves, which only made you more nervous in turn. By now you were fully crying, ugly sobs bubbling up out of your throat.
“Do it.” She urged.
You didn’t utter a word, only your ragged breathing was audible. It fanned across Natasha’s face, mingling with her own disturbingly calm paced breaths. Her face showed no inkling of deceit, expression collected and serious. The only hint of emotion came from the glassiness of her eyes. She called your name again.
“Pull. The fucking. Trigger.”
“No.” You sniffled, biting down on your wobbling lip.
“Why not?” She asked.
You let out a strangled laugh of frustration.
“I can’t!” You shouted.
“Yes you can.” She urged. “You wanted me gone.”
“Fuck! Natasha this is fucking crazy!” You tried to pry your hand out from under hers, but she was stronger.
“You need to- please- you’re being crazy!”
“Am I?”
Her placid demeanor only made you more upset. How could she be? With a loaded gun pressed to her chest and your shaking finger fighting hers to lift off the trigger. She was so calm, while you were barely able to keep yourself standing on your shaking knees.
“Yes! Yes!” You cried, tears still rolling down your cheeks. She shrugged a little, expression painted with a disbelieving nonchalant look.
“And I thought you didn’t want me here?”
You shook your head.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t live without me?”
You nodded before your head lolled forward in defeat, shoulders still shaking with each sob that ripped from your chest.
“I know.” Her voice was full of sympathy. “It’s okay, I know.”
Her hard grip on your hand loosened, immediately you were pulling your hand back and off the gun. Natasha’s hand on top of the weapon held it stable, while her other hand secured it and placed it on the counter behind you. With the offending object now gone from your sight, your body finally gave up. Your unstable stance crumbled, knees buckling and arms still trembling. Natasha was fast to embrace you, arms looping around you tucking your head into her shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, fearing that if you let go she may disappear on you again.
You cried into her arms, emotions you had bottled up for months finally breaking through. You missed her more than you wanted yourself to admit. You missed her presence. You missed her touch. You missed her smell. You missed her.
Your fingers gripped tighter onto her jacket as your thoughts tried to sort themselves out. You knew you didn’t want to continue to live without her, even after everything she’d put you through. You couldn’t do it. It caused you more pain and confusion that it took a gun to her head to realize how much she still meant to you.
Natasha’s hand soothed over your back as you cried while hushing you softly.
“Hey, hey, everything’s alright.” she cooed, a pleased smile gracing her features. “It’s all over now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going to leave you ever again.”
I wanted to post more this month but never finished any drafts to completion… yikes anyways.
serial killer!sevika breaks into your home & fucks you
warnings: dubcon/noncon but reader is turned on, strap, sevika is packing, serial killer!sevika, manhandling, rough smut, size difference/kink, daddy kink, strap referred to as dick, passing out
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She had been watching you for too long. Silver eyes capturing exactly how you moved in your bedroom, cleaning with your butt shaking in those shorts that had to be illegal. Sevika couldn’t help the way her heartbeat paced up— she told herself, “she’s just another victim. Just another kill.”
The itching urge to get blood on her hands remained, like a hand squeezing her heart physically hurting her, but she didn’t want to give into that impulse. Seeing the way you moved, body moving in rhythm to every song your Spotify playlist played… everything was too precious.
Up close, the difference in size was too contrasting to ignore. Your hands, your shoulders, your torso. Everything was much smaller than the killer’s, and something about the difference made her want to stick her big, scarred fingers in you to see just how much you can take before breaking. The thought of her marks decorating your skin, your neck, your chest— it made Sevika salivate.
She needed to bite you, to hear all the little sounds of pain you’d make once she’d mark you up and make you hers. Maybe she’d even keep you.
And that was rich coming from Sevika considering she never kept souvenirs… unless they were random belongings from the victims.
You were perfect. Your dark romance books centered topics like Stockholm syndrome, borderline nonconsented porn that Sevika knew you probably enjoyed way too much. You dirty little thing. But if only it all were to happen in real life, could you really take it?
-
It was around midnight when Sevika had made it inside through the backdoor you always forgot to lock before sleeping. Silly little thing. It made Sevika wonder just how careless you have always been all your life, living in the delusions of your own head and books that contained things you never knew the magnitude of.
You were right there, sitting by the couch, one leg pulled up, book resting against your knee. You had a subtle smile on your lips, like you were reading something you could only dream about. That’s when you heard the shuffle, a very deliberate sound, like Sevika was only waiting to be found. She stepped closer. The shadows lifted. You saw her.
A tall woman with warm brown skin, dark lips bearing a small scar, silver eyes that dissected your every move.
You were so fucked. Your eyes widened, and your lips parted like you’d ask her something. Maybe “who are you?” , “how did you get in here?” but the only thing that left your mouth was a small, very pathetic whimper.
It amused Sevika. She raised a brow, watching as you quickly grabbed what was closest to you. An umbrella from the tiny stand by the corner of the living room. “Cute.”— Sevika thought. Pastel blue with pink flower prints all over it. She stepped closer.
You raised it, then finally managed the tiniest little “who are you?”
If Sevika hadn’t already been on high alert, she would have definitely missed the question, your voice was near inaudible. She smirked, lips curling in that familiar dangerous way that made your stomach twist uncomfortably.
“You’ll think twice before leaving the door unlocked from now on.” Sevika said, walking closer with bold strides.
You panicked, carelessly swinging the closed umbrella at her with hopes of hitting her hard enough for her focus to waver. She caught the shaft of the object instead, pulling it out of your grip with ease and hurled it across the room.
You squeaked— a tiny sound— scared.
“If you do exactly as I say, I won’t have to hurt you.” Sevika said, her hand slowly reaching out to hold the side of your face. You shivered even before her cold fingers cradled your cheek.
“Please— please, don’t hurt me,” you spoke in a way that warmed Sevika’s heart— almost. “Please, I’ll be s-so good, I’ll—” your voice cracked.
Sevika chuckled, “shhh, my little flower. You’re all good, just listen to daddy, hmm?”
You nodded, hesitant, but impossibly turned on. The concept sounded disgusting, insane even in your head.
Why were you so turned on from the fact that there was a kidnapper in your house, standing in the middle of your living room, who had just hurled the only object you could have used to protect yourself across the room, and now, you were at her mercy.
“Come on, bedroom,” Sevika ordered.
You moved, but then suddenly she caught your wrist, “first… strip.”
You blinked. “W-what?”
“I said strip.” She lowered her voice, tone almost dangerous, “so I can be sure you won’t run out the door the moment we reach the hall.”
Your face paled. That had been exactly your plan. You quietly reached for your clothes, taking one item off after the other as they pooled at your feet. Sevika stepped closer and picked you up with ease, throwing you over one shoulder, carrying you towards your bedroom.
Eyes wide and shocked, you wondered how exactly she knew everything about where each room in your house was, and how much she stalked you before she finally turned up in the flesh.
She put you on your bed on your stomach, palming your ass cheeks making you blush. You held your mouth shut, scared of making any sounds that might dissatisfy her. You heard the sound of her zipper and froze.
But… but she was a woman, how the hell—?
You felt something cold touching your inner thigh. A silicone strap. Getting raped by the hottest lesbian serial killer was not on your bucket list, but the way her shaft filled you up slowly making you lose your breath, the stretch stinging from your inexperience in receiving strap. But it burnt in a way that made it feel good. You wondered if you were crazy for liking this.
Sevika slammed herself in. Despite your best efforts, a small sound escaped.
“Shh, little flower, you’re gonna keep quiet and take daddy’s dick how I fucking give it to you, okay?”
You nodded. She slapped your ass.
“I believe I asked you a question.” Her tone was stern now.
You gulped and answered, “y-yes.”
Sevika reached forward, hand cupping the bottom of your face, effectively covering your mouth and muffling any potential sounds before she slammed inside. You gasped, eyes tearing up. She was rough with how she fucked.
Every thrust was brutal, but insanely measured too— just enough to be rough, but not rough enough to hurt too badly. All you could do was grab the sheets tightly and take her strap like a good girl.
Your pussy was soft, incredibly tight, wet. Sevika watched how the base of the dick disappeared in your sopping cunt and pulled out soaked in your milky juices.
Warm tears ran down your cheeks which Sevika felt on the hand that held your mouth shut. The thought that she was making you cry only turned her on more, her other hand wrapped around your waist to hold you in place as she fucked you.
Your eyes squeezed shut, whimpers and moans muffled by her hand, body struggling to keep up but she just pinned you down there and used you however she wanted to. It hadn’t even been ten minutes and your pussy felt sore already.
“I can’t take it,” your voice wasn’t audible, words crunched into just a mess of moans.
Sevika pulled you closer, kissing down the middle of your back, leaving a trail of ghosting kisses that would haunt you for all the days to come. The way she fucked you would leave a permanent impact on you.
You’d crave this. Badly.
“That’s daddy’s good girl,” she grunted, her voice coming out breathy but hot at the same time.
It made you want to turn around and pull her in for a kiss. By now, you were so wet the strap didn’t hurt but it felt worse— there was that knot forming at your lower abdomen, you knew you were about to cum.
The idea of cumming on a serial killer’s strap made your clit throb.
You felt like a filthy slut but you wouldn’t deny you would be that willingly, if that meant Sevika would keep fucking you like this every night.
“Daddy, please, stop…” you whimpered into her hand.
Upon hearing the title coming out of your mouth without coercion, Sevika paused for a good five seconds before she leaned closer to kiss the side of your neck. Her hand on your face slacked.
Every pump of her strap was now slow, but deep. Injecting. You squeezed around it, before your pussy convulsed. Your cum dripped down the toy and soaked your bedsheets underneath, messy.
Sevika turned you over onto your back, watching how your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath. She pinned you down there, wrists above your head as she slid her length back inside.
You moaned aloud, toes curling as your legs— embarrassingly so— wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer, deeper in you.
“Daddy, please…” you whispered.
Sevika made a sound at that— completely caught off guard by how willingly you moved your hips, chasing the pleasure. Then her expression softened into something malicious, satisfactory, “such a dirty slut, huh?”
Your cheeks were bright red, humiliation burning in your chest but the desire to get fucked by her overpowered every string of logic. Her strap was kissing your cervix with each thrust, your mouth open, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.
“Daddy, please, it hurts, it’s so sore…”
She grabbed your face— squishing your cheeks, bruising your jaw, “be daddy’s good girl.”
Your lips parted only slightly, eyes half-lidded. “Daddy…”
No other words formed in your head, just a mess of pleasure and pain that blurred into one another too well.
You didn’t know when she stopped that night, you’d lost consciousness within the next twenty minutes. But all you did know was— whatever it was that she did to you, you didn’t hate it.
pervy gp roomie!natasha who was ‘forced’ to be your roomie because tony insisted he upgraded all the avenger’s rooms with ‘never-before-seen’ technology. well, natasha can’t argue with him when she’s been waiting for a moment like this for so long.
pervy gp roomie!natasha who never meant to let it get this bad. it starts small, like taking photos and videos of you exercising in the gym without your consent, or memorizing your schedule, routines and habits in great detail. she’s a trained assassin after all, and she loves to play the long game with her prey.
pervy gp roomie!natasha who takes small things you wouldn’t immediately notice. hair tie? gone. old shirts? gone. dirty lacy panties? she’s definitely taking that one, even if you notice it’s gone. the items are kept in a shoebox, tucked away above one of the many ceiling tiles in the compound. she tells herself she’ll return them to you one day, but deep down, she knows that’s not happening anytime soon.
pervy gp roomie!natasha who waits until the bathroom is thick with your shower steam to hide the sound of her palms running up and down her cock. the door is open just wide enough and she has your dirty lacy panties pressed up deep against her nose and mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of her moaning and groaning.
pervy gp roomie!natasha who ends up ‘accidentally’ using your things — towel, hoodie, even your pillow. she tells herself she just wants to know how it feels and smells, brushing it off with a cool and nonchalant excuse if you ever question it, even though she’s very much aware of what she’s doing.
pervy gp roomie!natasha who corners you in the kitchen late at night when she sees you reaching for a glass, purposely pressing her whole front against your back, her fat cock already rock-hard against your ass. sometimes she doesn’t even pretend it's an accident anymore, hands on your hips as she grinds slowly while she pants heavily against your ear. “fuck.. is this all for me? i bet if i checked right now, you’d be soaking wet, hm, angel?”
pervy gp roomie!natasha who starts leaving the porn channel on her tv turned on before your bedtime, knowing you’ll stumble in the shared room sleepy and confused. she’d be sprawled out on her bed, sweatpants clearly tented as she sees you freeze in the doorway. “shit.. sorry, i couldn’t sleep,” a smirk appears on her face, “wanna join me?”
a/n: not my usual kind of fic, but i wanted to try something new <3
oldergf!Sevika smut, angst, and fluff head cannons !!
READER IS LEGAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩
ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ YOU CAN BE MY DADDY. ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
oldergf!sevika who’s bulky, large, back covers your entire body
oldergf!sevika who ruts into your sweet pussy with her large strap and laughs in your face when you cry and claim it’s too much
oldergf!Sevika who isn’t scared to throw you over her shoulder in public when you’re bratty and take you somewhere private to deal with you
oldergf!Sevika who wants to cry every time she thrusts into you, you’re such a soft, sweet little thing and that makes her brain feel hazy
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩
YOU’RE MY LITTLE SPARKLE
JUMPROPE QUEEN.. ♫⋆｡♪₊˚♬ ﾟ.
oldergf!Sevika who gets insecure when she sees how you act around people your age vs her
oldergf!Sevika who doesn’t understand that’s because you’re in love with her and not them
oldergf!Sevika who always feels like she’s holding you back - reassure her..
oldergf!Sevika who wants whatever you what, she’s always told herself she won’t be surprised if you want someone your age rather then her old ass one day
જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩
FEELS LIKE SUGAR IN ME. ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗
oldergf!Sevika who carries you around the house. Sitting on the couch and she’s going to the kitchen? She’s picking you up and putting you on the counter. You need to do something? You can do it near her
Oldergf!sevika who is always alert when you’re out, no way she’d ever forgive herself if anything happened to you when she’s in the vicinity
Oldergf!Sevika who has THE soft spot for you. You’re the most important things she’s ever had. And you love her, that thought always makes her teary eyed
Oldergf!sevika who loves you to the moon, around the planet and back x1 billion. You’re the love of her life and she’ll always give you the skin off her back. As long as you’re happy.
Could you do g!p Sevika jerking off to reader after they've been divorced for about a year while she in the shower? Ilyyy cutie
Biggest mistake ♥︎
Wc: 831 (lil angsty)
Warnings: g!p sevika, masturbation, mentions of pregnancy + breastfeeding.
The past year had been the worst year of her life. Sure there was a time before she knew you when she didn't have you, but that's because she never knew what it was like to have you. And now you were gone.
You and Sevika had been together for 6 years, married for two. For the first few years you were her priority, her everything. Until the undercity got bad again, at first you understood why she was gone for days at a time, but you always worried about her. The tight feeling in your chest wondering if she would come home scraped up and hurt or in a body bag.
Voicing your concerns to her barely worked, Sevika would listen, come home on time for the next few days before eventually reverting back to coming home late, then being gone for days on end. But the the make up sex was always great, which was ultimately what lead you to leave.
Two lines that changed your entire life, the pregnancy test came back positive, and you waited 3 days for Sevika to come home to tell her, because she wouldn't pick up her damn phone. Sevika knew she fucked up, that she didn't deserve you. And you knew it too... which was why you left, leaving her with divorce papers and a custody agreement, she could see the child on the weekends... she only signed it because it was better than never getting to see her baby.
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It was a Sunday evening, she had just gotten home from spending the day with you and the baby, a little boy which you had named Kaiden. All day she tried so hard to focus on the little baby, only three months old but they don't play much at that age, and they can't talk... feeling so out of her element she took to speaking to you, catching up wih you.
Kicking off her clothes the minute she entered the bathroom she set the shower to cold. When leaving your place you kissed her on the cheek. You kissed her, holding her baby to your chest while you breastfed. She shouldn't of gotten hard, it was an innocent moment. But Sevika hadn't touched anyone since the divorce and the mere sight of your breast out, with your lips on her got her rock solid almost instantly. "Fuckin' thing... can't control yourself hm?"
She chuckled at herself, talking to herself, if anyone saw her they'd think she was going crazy, and maybe she was without you. Stepping under the cold spray of water, she placed her hands on the cold tile, wishing her boner away. "Come on boy, down... just go down."
But after a whole five minutes she was starting to shiver in the cold and her cock was still hard as a rock. "I can't believe I'm about to do this... god fuckin' dammit." She turned the heat if the water up, if she was going to enjoy herself, she'd prefer to not get hypothermia while jacking off.
With one hand on the shower wall, the other one wrapped around her cock she started to fist it slowly, a common occurance since the divorce, only this time you were fresh in her mind. "God I miss you so much... got no idea baby..." she grunts, her hand flying faster up and down her length.
With her eyes closed, she was re-living the way you so easily pulled your top down to free your breast to nurse. They were fuller now, swollen and so full, nipples perky and red, and dammit if only she hadn't fucked things up she would have you every night to herself. "Stupid, stupid woman... why the fuck didn’t I just. Fucking. Try." Each jerk of her cock was harder now, her cock twitching in her hand.
Already so close she slowed her fist, wanting to at least enjoy her perverted little act as much as she could while she could see you in her mind. How you had gained some weight, your hips so full and wide, she imagined how perfect they would fit in her hands. Opening her eyes she looked down, picking up the pace again as she jerked her cock, imagining your hand, you looking up at her with those innocent looking eyes.
God you were beautiful, such a dirty little thing for her even though you looked like an angel. She had you, and she lost you. "Gonna fuckin' cum... arrgh!" Her hand tightened and squeezed her cock as she let go, hips bucking into her hand as she painted the shower wall white instead of your gorgeous face. With her chest heaving and legs shaking she took some deep breaths and stood up straight, under the spray of the now warm water. She never tried to get you back, because she didn't think you'd want her... but she had to try, and she'd damn well do anything to get you back.
there's absolutely nth better than fucking a big, butch woman with lots lots of muscles, just to watch her fall apart and mewl while your huge strap enters her cunt <3
sevika has a fat, orange shelter cat who is missing more than half of his tail. He's probably named after some alcoholic beverage or like an old man. He's super mean and always looking for a fight, with the raspiest meows you've ever heard, and she takes pictures of him with a bottle of beer because he's her pride and joy
She already has everything. Now she only needs is some arm candy. (Or a loser, if we want to be self indulgent.)
She’s got the money, she’s good for it. Your rent is paid, your bills are paid. Whatever you look at, somehow always mysteriously shows up at your doorstep.
She makes you quit your job because she likes the power of having you fully dependent on her. The thrill she gets from knowing she can cut you off at any moment is too good to pass up.
There’s always a cost though… if Valeria wants you to attend some cartel event you will go. She treats you like her own little paper doll. You wear what she tells you to. She has certain aesthetics in mind. Only sometimes do you get to dress the way you want.
There’s also the pictures. She wants them partially because she needs material to get off to, and partially to have something else to hold over your head. Evil mean woman.
Sevika watches every single stream and becomes obsessed, so obsessed that she finds out where reader lives and while reader is on live sevika breaks in fucks her, ties her up, sevika definitely has a size kink (maybe cnc, reader doesnt want it at first byt then sees sev and is like actually... yeah) and then after that sevika keeps her as her little fuck toy and takes over her streams to basically sexually torture reader on stream and they make lots of money because everyone thinks it's non consent (but it is after the first time)
SEVIKA’S LITTLE THING
—YANDERE STALKER!SEVIKA x CAM GIRL!READER
TAGS: masturbating and manhandling mentions, YANDERE STALKER!SEVIKA, obsession, breaking in, Sevika has a dick, cnc, size kink, cunt slaps, dacryphilia, nipple clamps, anal, spitting, degradation, masturbating and manhandling mentions, daddy kink, PORNSTAR!READER, exhibitionism (?) because they livestream having sex, mild control kink, restraints: ropes, dildo use
SYNOPSIS: Sevika has always loved watching your streams and she knew anything and everything about you. One could call it creepy, others an obsession. But you called that “loyalty” and embraced it when Sevika broke in your house and fucked you silly. You wouldn't have it any other way.
WORD COUNT: 1.6 works
── .✦ Stalker!Sevika watched every single one of your live streams even if some were shorter than the other. It didn't matter as long as she got to see her girl.
Yes, you were her girl but it wasn't exclusive yet. That's what Sevika told herself at least.
She was your highest paying customer to get you to do this and that— all depraved acts in front of a camera. Sevika had jerked off so many times just at the thought of being able to manhandle that little body of yours and made you cry as her big cock stretched you out. Fuck. Janna, she really fucking tried to keep it in her pants.
Laying in her apartment that smelled like caffeine and depression, she rolled over and clicked on her laptop. How hard could it be locating all your social media and then finding out your home address?
Sevika just prayed that you were a lone soul, living alone in the middle of nowhere.
── .✦ Stalker!Sevika crept in through the window you forgot to lock that night. Your house smelled soft, like vanilla and sex at the same time. She chuckled, soundless. Of course, it did. You were a soft girl.
“Alright, I'll just set the camera here,” you muttered to yourself as you, butt naked, set the camera in front of yourself so the viewers could see a clear view of your pussy. “This user asks if I can cum from clit stimulation alone…”
You heard footsteps. Not the soft, hurried ones from burglars. These were heavy footsteps. Determined ones. You stood up, “I'll be right back…” you muttered, turning your camera off and walking to the source of the sound. You held the doorway, eyes squinting at the dark hall.
Suddenly, a flash of black and you were pinned against the wall with your wrists being held above your head. A dark skinned woman with— damn. Sevika had quite the jawline, her short dark hair pulled back in a neat half updo. You gulped.
“I've been watching you for so long, pretty girl.” She caressed your face with her other hand, leaning closer, “you never disappoint.”
“Who are you…?”
“Sevika,” she leaned in, her lips capturing yours and you didn't even resist. You kissed her back, and she had quite the experience you could tell.
Sevika grabbed you by your waist after letting go of your hands and kissed you deeply making you almost moan in the kiss. When she parted, your cheeks were flushed and she had a smug smirk on her face like she'd just conquered land.
“I don't understand, how did you get in?” You breathlessly asked.
“You don't have to worry your pretty head about that, doll,” Sevika leaned in, grabbing your waist with her right arm and pulling you flush against her own body.
You wanted to resist. You should have. But Sevika was so warm and you didn't want her to go. You leaned into her touch, letting her hold you there and then you felt something poke your inner thigh. Your gaze averted from hers, travelling down and— oh. A boner.
“Is that—”
“A dick, yes.”
You felt your face heat up from the boldness of her words and then as if she couldn't get anymore straightforward, she asked—
“You wanna see?”
“M-mhm… is that okay?” You asked nervously and Sevika didn't answer, she only showed.
Her pants were off in record time, and you gasped at the sheer size of her length. It was a deep shade of caramel (#65350F, guys) and the tip was flushed red, dripping pre-cum everywhere. And fuck, the natural scent of her was beyond addicting.
“Oh Sevika,” you held the shaft, it twitched under your fingers, “people would love you.”
── .✦ Stalker!Sevika looped the ropes around and secured them just so you were tied to your chair properly, your legs were apart revealing your dripping cunt to the camera.
“Nice and easy,” Sevika threw the excess rope away before she turned you to the camera, showing you off.
Your cheeks were tear stained, you looked away, cheeks flushed.
“Come on, don't be shy now, doll,” Sevika mocked, wiping your tears away with her thumb for maximum effect. You could see from the corner of your eye that the stream was blowing up.
Sevika bent to rub the tip of her drooling cock against your slicked cunt, you moaned from feeling how big and bulbous the tip of her dick was itself. When she pushed it inside, you felt your walls stretch and strain to accommodate her huge cock. Your eyes brimmed with fresh hot tears which splashed past your very red cheeks.
You sobbed as she pushed herself inside, letting it sit for a bit, “you good?” Sevika asked softly and you gave her a subtle nod.
Sevika set out a pace— animalistic. Rough. So much so that you were sure the chair would break anytime now. You gasped and clawed at the ropes desperately.
“Fuck, please! Daddy!”
Sevika grunted in approval from the nickname and continued pounding your tight cunt raw, her cock pulsed inside and you moaned loudly. Your legs pulled at the restraints despite knowing it wouldn't be of any use. Sevika had experience with these kind of stuff and you were just an amateur little cam girl who was now getting fucked by someone who broke into her house out of pure obsession.
“Daddy, I'm close!” You screamed.
Sevika's biceps flexed, big and taut. She picked up your rope-clad calves and raised them just enough to hit deeper. “I'm gonna fall!” you whined and gasped.
Sevika wasn't listening, her eyes fixed at the corner of the screen where people were practically throwing in their life savings. You were a mess, a hot drooling mess. Your tummy coiled tighter and you lost your voice from all the screaming.
You felt yourself tense up and squeeze her dick hard, “I'm cumming,” you mouthed and felt the gush spray all over Sevika's lower abdomen and it soaked her abs. She didn't seem to mind though, she pulled out and ropes of semen covered you. All of your torso and a little of your face. You smiled at her, sex-dazed. Sevika's heart did a somersault and she cut the camera to “take a break”.
“You alright, baby girl?” Sevika undid the ropes and threw them away.
“Yeah, that was just a little rough…” you rubbed at your red, irritated wrist.
“You want me to be a little softer?” Sevika asked, voice dripping with concern.
“No, no, it was amazing.” you giggled shyly.
“That’s daddy's good girl.” Sevika kissed your forehead and you knew you were in good hands.
── .✦ Stalker!Sevika was a master at coming up with content ideas.
“Daddy, I don't think it'll fit… I have never—” you began whining but then a loud smack turned your whines down. Your pussy throbbed, red from the smack it just took.
“You just sit back and be a good doll,” Sevika hissed. You were sitting on the ground with a few towels underneath you and Sevika was kneeling behind you. Your holes were in full display, slicked and lubed. Your asshole twitched as Sevika rubbed the head of a fat purple dildo there.
“You're gonna take it inside nice and slow,” Sevika whispered before she stuffed your ass with the tip of it. You almost had time to scream but your voice didn't comply.
“Too much…” you gasped.
“You'll be okay,” she slowly inserted the dildo but you started squirming midway causing Sevika to smack her lips and then— smack!
You clenched around nothing with a fat dildo halfway in your ass, Sevika's slaps were so strong and so cruel.
“I'm sorry…” you whined but Sevika was already putting nipple clamps over your perky little buds. “I'm sorry, daddy, I'll listen!”
“No, you won't.” Sevika tugged at your right clamped nipple, “but you better from now.”
You let out a pitiful little whimper as Sevika settled behind you again, the little teeth of the clamps were vicious as they bit into your nipples. You were overstimulated, your cunt throbbed for attention but Sevika was too interested in torturing your tiny little rear hole to care. She spat at the base of the shaft before she pulled all of it out and slammed it inside. You screamed, legs going tense.
“Shhhhh,” Sevika kissed the side of your neck, “just moan pretty for me.”
“Daddy, please, it hurts!”
You cried out as Sevika started thrusting the dildo in your ass. Your little passageway wasn't big enough to take such a monstrous toy but as she went on, you felt stretched out and let out little whimpers that were barely audible by now.
“I'm gonna die…”
“Oh, you'll be fine,” Sevika cooed in your ear and pulled the dildo out with a little pop and as if to rub salt in the wound, she pinched your ass cheeks aside and showed off your sore asshole to the camera. “This is what happens when you don't listen to daddy,” she whispered in your ear. “Understood?”
“Mhm…”
SMACK!
You whimpered, thighs shaking as your pussy tingled from the slap.
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