⋆˚࿔ Moth 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝜗𝜚 Abby & Sevika’s pillow princess 𝜗𝜚 requests open ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[the-moth-archives]

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Hello ! My name is Moth - I use It/Its pronouns - I am 20 years old, my birthday is April 25 𓄀 im Mexican Polish

i am a femme lesbian that never shuts up :3 the acc that will like / follow ppl is @mothsukz my ‘main’ blog

this blog is mostly for 18+

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anonymous requests are on !!

It might take me a while to write stuff

try to put detail in requests so I can make a better fic !!

please don’t request nsfw !! (sorry)

I write for: Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson, Sevika, Bucky Barns, Moon Knight

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[gethsemanetoken]

Night routine with wife sevika

— note: I really want to marry her and life in a cute witchy house with her hihihi

Sevika wasnt a fan of too many products , she likes to keep it simple a easy night routine. Sevika likes a good body lotion something that smells after coconut and vanilla , for her face she uses more heavier cream like Nivea for her face. She's a woman in her 40s and doesn't have the patience for 4 different creams her words not mine!

The first time sevika saw your nightstand and bathroom full of beauty and skin care products , she couldn't believe this was all yours. How ... like why? Although she thought it was too much , her grey eyes watched every step when you got ready for bed admiring her pretty wife. This was intimate and vulnerable she knew she's the only you who gets to see you like this.

Sevika always took the time to shower with you on the weekends , her scrubbing your body clean with a loofah while you gently remove her make up. She can't help but kiss you in the shower loving the sight of you , the warm water on the skin and relaxing moment between lovers.

You introduced your wife to some nice face sheet masks so every Saturday & Sunday the two of you have a skincare session at night. You sit between between her legs applying the mask on her face using a face roller. "Is this really necessary love?" She asks , sevika didn’t mind she secretly loved it and having you this close and caring for her was her weakness.

She loves when you spoiled her , how sweet her wife is and cares for her well-being. She loved being married. Sevika let's you brush through her thick hair and massage her scalp letting her relax in your arms and for once feel safe.

[deerdollyy]

hiiii

I have a request, and i hope it isn't too heavy or sad ,,

something where Sevika comforts/ takes care of severely depressed reader - like where reader struggles with basic tasks, self-worth and maybe even some suicidal thoughts ? just overall feels like everything is pretty pointless

if it's too heavy for you, please don't feel pressured to write it !!

Not too heavy at all! I hope you’re doing okay and please feel free to reach out if you ever need anything! 🩷

Wife!Sevika Headcanons & Fic - Depression

Summary: Sevika comforts and cares for you through your depression.

TW: Depressive episodes and suicidal thoughts.

• Sevika learns very quickly that depression doesn’t always look dramatic or any one particular way. Sometimes it looks like you staring at a wall for an hour because choosing socks suddenly feels impossible. Sometimes it looks like avoiding messages for weeks because answering feels exhausting. She never mocks the “small” struggles.

• She gets protective over the way you speak about yourself. Not in an angry way, just firm. If you call yourself pathetic or a burden too many times, she’ll gently grab your jaw and make you look at her.

“You don’t get to talk about my wife like that.”

• On days where basic tasks feel impossible, she quietly breaks everything down into tiny manageable steps without making you feel childish for needing it.

“C’mon. Sit up first.”

“Good.”

“Now drink some water.”

“That’s it, babe.”

• Sevika absolutely notices the difference between not wanting to do something and physically/emotionally not being able to. She never treats you like you’re lazy.

• She keeps track of things your depression makes you forget. Medications. Whether you’ve eaten. Charging your phone. Refilling your water. Washing your clothes. She does it so naturally that half the time you don’t even realise she’s taking care of you until later.

• When your self-worth gets really bad, Sevika becomes extra affectionate in small, simple ways. Pulling you into her lap while she works. Kissing the top of your head in passing. Holding your hand while you’re half asleep. Like she’s constantly reminding you:

Still here. Still loved.

• If you stop taking care of yourself physically, she never shames you for it. If anything, she becomes softer. She’ll wash your hair for you, help you change clothes, rub lotion into your skin if you’ve been too drained to care for yourself properly.

• Sevika is very good at recognising when you’re masking. Other people might think you’re doing better because you smiled twice or managed to hold a conversation. Sevika notices the exhaustion underneath it immediately.

• She starts valuing “tiny victories” because she knows how hard they are for you.

Getting out of bed.

Eating half a meal.

Opening the curtains.

She never makes it patronising, though. Never acts like you’re a child. Just genuine quiet pride.

“There you are,” she murmurs on better days, like she’s been waiting for you to resurface.

• If you disappear into the bedroom for hours because the world feels unbearable, Sevika usually follows eventually. She doesn’t always force conversation. Sometimes she just climbs in beside you and lets her weight settle against yours until you stop feeling so alone.

• She gets especially careful during periods where your hopelessness turns numb and detached instead of openly emotional. Sevika trusts silence less than crying. Crying means the feelings are escaping somehow. The frightening moments are when you sound empty.

• If you admit you’re having suicidal thoughts, Sevika doesn’t panic at you. She doesn’t guilt you or make the conversation about herself. Her focus immediately becomes keeping you safe and keeping you connected to someone instead of isolated with your thoughts.

• She would absolutely sit awake with you through the middle of the night if that’s when things get bad. Big hand rubbing slowly up and down your back while you talk or cry or just breathe shakily beside her.

• Sevika never demands recovery happen quickly. Never hits you with “you were doing so well too.” She understands healing isn’t linear, and she refuses to make you feel guilty for struggling again.

• One of the biggest ways Sevika loves you through depression is consistency. She still kisses you goodbye. Still calls you “wife.” Still reaches for your hand automatically. Your illness never makes her treat you like you’re suddenly difficult to love.

• Some nights the only thing keeping you grounded is the way she holds you. Solid and warm and unwavering, like she’s personally refusing to let the world take you from her.

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Little things had started disappearing from your routines.

Half-finished cups of tea left cold beside the bed. Clothes staying in the laundry basket for days because putting them away took too much out of you. Meals reduced to a few bites before you pushed the plate away. Long silences where you stared at nothing, like you were somewhere far beyond the room she stood in.

And the worst part was how guilty you looked for all of it.

Like you thought failing at being a person was some kind of personal moral flaw.

At first, Sevika tried not to push. She’d sit beside you quietly, heavy arm warm against yours, offering small things without making them feel like obligations.

“You eaten?”

A shrug.

“Want me to make something?”

Another shrug.

Most people would’ve found indifference in it.

Sevika saw exhaustion.

So she adapted.

Some days she’d just place food beside you without comment, already cut up, already easy. Sometimes she’d sit on the floor beside the couch while you picked at it in silence. Sometimes you didn’t touch it at all.

She never got angry.

Never sighed dramatically. Never called you difficult.

If you couldn’t shower, she’d run a bath instead. Warm enough to ease your aching body. Quiet enough not to overwhelm you. She’d sit on the closed toilet lid while you soaked, talking low about meaningless things so the silence didn’t swallow you whole.

Sometimes she washed your hair for you.

Her fingers were surprisingly gentle.

“You don’t have to look at me like that,” she murmured once when you started crying halfway through.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m doing charity work.”

The words hit so hard your chest hurt.

Because that was how it felt. Every second of every day. Like your existence had become something other people had to endure.

“I’m ruining your life,” you whispered.

Sevika’s hand stopped immediately.

Then she crouched in front of you beside the bath, metal fingers carefully tilting your chin up until you looked at her.

“No, baby,” she said firmly. “You’re sick.”

You looked away instantly.

She sighed softly through her nose. She was hurting for you.

“Listen to me.” Her thumb brushed under your eye. “If you broke your leg, would you call yourself lazy for not running?”

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

You didn’t answer.

Because depression always felt different. It felt like failure instead of illness. Like weakness instead of pain.

Sevika knew that by now.

Knew how your brain twisted everything cruel.

So she stopped arguing with your self-hatred directly. Instead, she started meeting it with facts.

When you said, “I can’t do anything right anymore,” she answered with:

“You got out of bed.”

When you whispered, “I’m useless,” she replied:

“You kept yourself alive another day.”

When you cried because brushing your teeth took too much energy, she kissed your forehead and told you:

“Then today was hard. That’s all.”

Never judgemental. Never disappointed.

Always kind and certain.

And on the really bad nights, the ones where the hopelessness turned frighteningly quiet, Sevika held you like she was anchoring you to the earth.

You’d curl against her chest trembling, voice raw from crying too long.

You stared at the wall for several seconds before the words finally slipped free, barely audible.

“I think I’m too tired to keep doing this.”

The room went painfully still.

“You mean tonight,” she said quietly.

You shut your eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Sevika shifted closer immediately, one arm pulling around your waist, sitting you on her lap, your back pressed against her chest.

“You don’t have to figure out forever right now,” she murmured against your hair. “You just have to stay with me tonight.”

And somehow, hearing that made your chest ache worse.

Because she still sounded so certain. So steady. Like there was still something worth holding onto here.

Meanwhile you felt hollowed out from the inside.

“It just feels pointless, Vika.”

“I know it does.”

And she did know. Maybe not exactly what lived inside your head, but she knew what despair looked like. She knew what it meant to survive the darkness that settled deep in your chest.

So she never fed you empty lines about “thinking positive.”

Instead, she stayed.

That was her answer every time.

Stayed when you slept fourteen hours.

Stayed when you cried over things that felt stupid afterward.

Stayed when the house got messy.

Stayed when loving yourself felt impossible.

Stayed when you went quiet and distant and difficult to reach.

And one night, after hours of you barely speaking, you finally whispered the thing she’d been terrified to hear.

“…sometimes I think everyone would be better off if I just disappeared.”

Sevika‘a heart dropped.

Her hand slid behind your neck, holding you close until your forehead rested against her shoulder.

“Don’t say that like it’s a fact,” she said quietly.

You started apologising immediately, voice cracking apart.

She shushed you at once.

“No, no, baby. None of that.”

Her grip tightened.

“You don’t get to carry this by yourself.”

You were crying harder now, silent and shaking.

Sevika pressed her cheek against your hair.

“I know your head’s telling you awful things right now,” she murmured. “But I need you to understand something.” She pulled back just enough to look at you properly. “The world is not lighter without you in it.”

Your face crumpled.

“And I’m not here because I pity you,” she continued. “I’m here because you’re my wife. Because I love you. Even when your brain makes that hard to believe.”

You covered your face, overwhelmed and ashamed and desperate all at once.

Sevika gently pulled your hands away.

“No hiding.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologise for.”

“But I’m-”

“Alive,” she interrupted firmly. “You’re alive. That’s enough for me right now.”

And somehow, hearing that from her, hearing that survival alone was enough, that you did not have to earn love by being productive or cheerful or easy to care for, cracked something open inside you.

Not a miracle.

Not recovery.

Just the tiniest space for the possibility that maybe you weren’t as unbearable as depression wanted you to believe.

[gethsemanetoken]

— 🍓🌸 Pathetic!sevika x fat!fem reader

Sevika is the type of woman who needs eye contact whenever pleasures you or fucks you. That woman needs your attention she thrives on your validation , your soft gazes does things to her heart. The way you so sweet look up at her , biting your lips trying to supress a moan .

I know she missionary, that way she can admire you , praise and love you. Hungry eyes watch how you well you take her. "Fuck baby thats it .."

Whenever youre angry with her ot upset and try to avoid her gaze she forces you to meet her gaze , no matter how angry you are those eyes vetter meet her gaze otherwise she cant breathe.

Sevika loved the idea of claiming you in front of your new mirror she went feral for it so when you decided to get a new mirror she went about feral about it.

Sevika loves mirror sex she gets to admire every inch of you , every roll , your sweet hips and thighs and those gorgeous eyes that meet her gaze in the mirror she loves the mess you are because of her. Nothing better than to pound into in front of a mirror and claim her pretty girl.

Sevika was a rough woman, she didn't do sweet shit — hell she killed men with her bare hands like it was nothing. skin covered in scars and marks from battles. She hated when people got two close thinking they could touch her , like they had any right to get this close in the first place. However when it came to you Sevika craved your touch - she couldn't wait to get back home and have you all for herself. Burying her face into your chest take a big long sniff of your perfume , a warm body waiting for her , a heart that loves her despite the darkness. To come home to a warm and soft body with such gentleness, she was afraid she might break you. Sevika didn't mind your touch nor the closeness , hell she was obsessed with it, you hands roaming over her muscles. touching those thick and muscular thighs.

When sevika comes home she needs you , she's the type of woman that needs eye contact and reassurance. Her grey eyes studying your face as your lips form an 'O' when you're close. Nails digging into her bicep as she thrusts into you like a depraved animal after weeks of not being home she had to remind you who you belong to.

Sevika loved the mirror in the shared bedroom she had a lot of fun watching you lose yourself only to force you to meet her eyes. when she had you on all fours sevika loved to pull your hair grey eyes drinking your fo her gaze in the mirror while she gave

[aveangels]

mechanic!sevika who always has an itching urge to fix everything around the house even when you tell her it's unnecessary. you wake up to the sound of her tightening the screws of something in the house but you can't really place where you're getting the sound from. eyes groggy and squinted, you call out, "baby, what are you doing now?" sevika's cheeks instantly flush, and she quickly tosses her tools back to her bag, "nothing," she says quickly. far too quickly. like she's caught in mischief, and that's so endearing it makes you giggle, "cmere, my little mechanic."

[whats1ns1deag1rl]

If You Want a Lover

headcanons for service butch!sevika <333

suggestive and sfw, nothing too crazy i'm chill like that tonight

service butch!sevika - who each time bends down in the foyer to buckle your strapped heels, kissing up your stocking-clad legs as she stands back up, still taller than you even with your heels.

service butch!sevika - who scratches your back, occasionally tickling your sides just to hear your giggle, feeling you squirm against her as she grins into your soft hair, kissing the top of your head.

service butch!sevika - who picks out lingerie for you, making sure everything is soft and well-fitted to assure your comfort first thing. she helps you with the clasps on your bra, the clips for your stockings... and she's just as sweet taking all that off too.

service butch!sevika - who always makes love to you slow and deep, speeding up if you wish. she'd never be too rough by her own whim, only if you ask her to.

service butch!sevika - who carries your shopping bags, your purse, shoeboxes- everything you decide to buy with her card. you reward her with a kiss each time you pile new cargo into her arms.

service butch!sevika - who lets you drive whenever you want, but willing to take over if you get bored or tired. hand on your thigh no matter which side of the car she's on.

service butch!sevika - who will haul a new piece of vintage furniture into your apartment after you've won your 6th online auction of the month. and you love watching her arms flex and bulge, waiting for her with a big glass of water the second she sets the item down, huffing and puffing as she wipes the sweat off her forehead.

service butch!sevika - who makes everything feel erotic. even the caring touches on your hips to move you aside so she has zero chance to splash you with her hot coffee. each time she feeds you icecream by the spoonful you catch yourself gazing into her eyes, practically losing yourself in there.

[gigisweetcheeks-deactivated2026]

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Ughh fresh set of pretty nails and no back to scratch

[sevikasenby]

thinking about sevika with a clit big enough she can fuck you with it 😌

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND MEN DNI

[the-moth-archives]

PLEASE.

[the-efemmeral]

a lesbian orgy but it’s actually just me being passed around a circle of rough-handed butches until I pass out

[loverseen]

im dripping.

imagine her overstimulating you and making you cum 1 grillion times.

then after she'd crawl on top of you and smother you with nearly suffocating bear hugs and kissing your forehead talmbout sum "m' so sorry baby, I couldn't help it... you're just so pretty... and you felt so good-"

[herbvrntletters]

�� . DADBOD!SEVIKA THINGS I THINK ABOUT A LOT ❞

contains fluff, smut, hexstrap, breeding kink, drooling

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika who didn’t even realise it at first when she’d started to put on a little weight due to all the ways you spoiled her. One morning as she stood in front of the mirror and brushed her teeth, she paused midway just to stare at herself intently. She stepped back, picking her shirt up by the hem.

Her eyebrows furrowed, confusion etched on her sleepy face as she turned as if trying to convince her eyes that this wasn’t real. She gulped, quickly spitting the toothpaste out and rinsing her mouth out so she could focus more on the way her stomach curved a little bit and the once-harsh definitions of her abs were no longer there.

They were still there, just not as prominent as before. Sevika blinked at herself before rubbing one hand down her face like a stressed out mother of two. She grabbed the waist of her boxers and pulled them up just enough for the little pouch to be concealed before she made it out of the bathroom.

She didn’t want you seeing that, yet.

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika didn’t realise how much you loved her even despite her gaining weight.

She wasn’t really insecure about it. She was still as strong as before and her muscles still looked huge enough to bench press all your emotional trauma and financial burden with one hand— but Sevika was Sevika and she was nothing without her overthinking brain that kept telling her you’d fall out of love because she put on a little weight and didn’t look like she starved herself anymore.

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika was still an absolute sweetheart, and as she began to accept the changes in her body now— she was livelier than ever before. It showed on the way she smiled so bright, the corners of her eyes crinkled a little.

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika held your waist and gave it a little squeeze whenever she saw you cooking something extravagant. She also peppered kisses down your neck to show you gratitude.

𓏻 ✦︎ If you both are not married yet, dadbod!Sevika constantly did speak of it, saying things like, “I am so going to wife you up.”

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika was very reluctant to refrain from smoking and drinking as much as she used to but you were patient with her and so understanding that Sevika knew she needed to make the healthy change for you. For herself. For you both.

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika who had never considered the idea of having kids before in her life— she now thought about it a bit more often than she’d like to admit because you made her see the good in the world and suddenly the world didn’t feel like a dark, lonely place that she believed it was while she was growing up.

𓏻 ✦︎ Dadbod!Sevika who definitely had a secret little journal full of baby names now.

✦︎𓏻 Dadbod!Sevika suddenly turned up with a hexstrap one day that she definitely spent half her salary on, but she desperately needed to breed you.

Your hands were pinned up above your head as she pounded into your relentless, panting like a dog in heat. A good amount of drool slobbered down her lips and onto your chest.

“Sevika, oh! Oh! You’re big!”

Sevika’s hand clenched around your wrists, teeth grinding together, “and you’re so fucking tight.” She grunted but she didn’t stop. She just kept going, because her brain just kept saying “breed, breed, breed.”

And she did.

[pookislibrary]

The Little Things~ ft. Sevikaxfem!reader

Headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

sfw~ 

Loves coming home to find you just sitting around doing whatever pleases you. Whether you’re a housewife or a working wife, she just loves coming home to sit back and relax with you after a long day. There’s nothing she loves more.

Speaking on that, she absolutely loves getting to know your hobbies and pastimes when she gets a day off. I can just imagine you two sitting there doing whatever you want to make up for her demanding job taking up all of her time for you that week.

Sevika just adores seeing you wear her clothes. She'll be coming out of the shower to find you curled up in bed reading a book sporting one of her old t-shirts like it was never hers in the first place. She thinks it's cute. It makes her remember she's still there in your mind, even when she has to leave you all on your lonesome.

Every now and then you'll come across her trying to fix her mech arm. And almost every time, you end up about two feet away, asking questions and handing her tools.

Yes, she would answer all of your ridiculous questions at 3 am while you're both trying to sleep. And yes, she will be half asleep while doing so.

I also feel like she wouldn't want to fall asleep until you do? I can't explain why but just know it's something I think she would do.

She loves waking up next to you. On those quiet nights that she can't sleep, she'll sit awake watching you sleep peacefully, admiring every feature of yours. The curve in your nose bridge, the way your chest rises and falls. Even down the way your face rests is so beautiful to her. And she'd let you know she does it too, just to let you know she notices every perfect part of you.

Morning are sort of an organized type of hectic with you two, especially if you both didn't get enough sleep the night before. You both stay in bed for about 20 more minutes than you should've, someone can't find SOMETHING, and your cat keeps sitting on things you need and you're panicking too much to think to check under that little fucker.

Oh.My.God. Gym dates. This would be such a cute little date idea for you guys :((

Speaking of dates, she loves taking you out for nights on the town. She'll take you out to the last drop while you sit watching her play cards, both of you getting a tad bit tipsy. Then she would take you to her favorite places to just sit around or go for a little stroll before grabbing greasy food from the nearest stand and heading home.

nsfw~ Mentions + descriptions of: straps, cunninlingus, rough sex, lesbian sex in general, just take caution ig

Okay, so we all know this woman's strap game is lethal, but let's talk about what her strap would LOOK like. I'm thinking maybe a deep metallic purple? Something that compliments her skin tone. There's also the one she uses for special occasions. That one is more of a sleek matte black color with the veins in it.

She has multiple harnesses. One being plain black and the other one being brown with gold accent pieces for special nights. She usually doesn't care which one gets used on a regular basis, but the fancy one gets used for the really romantic nights like Valentine's Day, or your anniversary.

Gives it slow if you want it, but will always appeal to your needs.

She loves planting little kisses all over you during. She makes sure you know that no matter how rough she's being, she still wants to cherish and worship every part of your body.

It does something to her brain when you kiss her scars or trace your fingers along them. It does extend the night by quite a bit of time, but who's complaining?

She'll try to keep her mech out of the way but sometimes she just needs to hold you down for a few minutes. It's not her fault you keep running from it.

A total eater, but who didn't know that already? I can definitely see her receiving as well, but I'm not gonna dive into that in this one :P

She would absolutely be the type to hold you by the thighs while going down on you though. She would pull you as close as she possibly can so she can inhale and consume every part of your cunt. Her pretty girl has to be her favorite meal of all time.

Loves it when you start feeling all over her. It just makes her want you so much more than she thought she would. Like of course she adores you, but once you start tracing your hand over her arms and abs? Trust, you WILL be put through that mattress.

Lingerie is a total yes for her. She loves seeing you all dresses up for her just so she can rip it all off in just a few minutes. She loves seeing you all put together just so she can tear you apart piece by piece.

A/N: Okay, so I know I said it was gonna be an actual fic, but right now I just wanted to test the waters with some ideas I had for the Sevika x reader fic. So, if you guys like these I can and will incorporate these into the fic. On another note, I would LIKE to do either a Bucciarati fic and a Malevola fic very soon, but seeing as school has kicking my ass these past couple weeks it might take a little while to get these\ out. In the mean time, let me know what you think about this one and let me know if you want anything else :))

Much love,

𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮ꨄ︎

[reg-gay-rasta]

hihihi !! can i request sevika x femme reader whose really quiet during sex? like she whimpers and moans from time to time but overall she's really quiet 🙏🏽

thank you in advance 🫡

Yes:)🫶🏾and yw

CW: hexstrap, strap that cums, fem!reader, Sevika can feel everything, over stim, smut, but like romantic smut

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"That good, huh? Can't even speak."

Sevika taunted as her hips met the back of your legs, of which she held toward your chest. She had you folded up like a lawn chair.

And all you could do was nod in response to her question, every thrust of her thick strap had made you more and more boneless. Malleable under her touch, just how she liked it.

But the only sound that filled the room was your squelching pussy, and the sounds of you and Sevika's skin slapping together. Even a groan from Sevika every so often. Yet, not a peep from your mouth.

Sevika was used to it now though. In all your years together you never really were the loudest in bed.

"So quiet..my pretty, shy girl." Sevika groaned as her pace quickened. "It's fine though baby..your pussy talks for you." She grinned, feeling your cunt pulse around her at her words.

You gripped the bed sheets as your head lolled off to the side. Your pleasure consumed you as Sevika chased hers. She was right, despite how quiet you were, your body and cunt never failed to convey the message.

All you could do was take every single inch Sevika gave you, while she wallowed in the way you gripped her and how warm you were. This hexstrap was the only good thing to come out of Piltover.

"Feels s'good..love you so much.." Sevika rambled about, fully pussy whipped, with her hips stuttering as felt her climax on the horizon.

She let her grip on one of your legs go to reach down and grab your chin, forcing you to look at her. Though there was not a thought behind your eyes, only Sevika's cock.

"Cum with me yea? Can you do that for me my sweet girl?.." Sevika coaxed and all you could do was whimper, which surprised her. That was rare, and only aroused her more.

"Inside? Or on you?" She slurred out, the way her brows furrowed gave way that she was just a thrust or two away from busting.

"On.." Was all you could fix your lips to say before your..(well you had both lost count) orgasm hit you.

And like clock work Sevika pulled out, the hexstrap coated in layers of your cum as her own spewed all over your stomach and cunt. The warmth of her nut was comforting, a guilty pleasure.

"Fuck.." You both groaned in unison before Sevika began to chuckle at how in sync you were.

She helped put your legs down, which were no doubt sore, before lying down on top of you. Her cum smushed between the two of you.

You brought your hand up and entangled it in Sevika's hair as she nuzzled against your bare chest.

No words needed, just intimate silence as you both drifted to sleep.

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Hope you enjoyed:)

[sapphicpilled]

princess treatment (shoved into the pillows and used over and over until i can hardly think)

[logicallyserial]

hucklerabbot takes europe 💪

[the-moth-archives]

an angle dies horribly when someone posts a sevika fic and the her into something she’s not

this makes me wanna come out of my hiding to start writing again bc what have i been reading …🥀

[lonerslug]

sevika x adhd!reader going to the dinosaur museum . fluff . modern au . listening to garden shed while writing this :)

sevika has survived fights in the last drop, boardroom fights, and one very questionable company karaoke night. but nothing prepares her for the sheer, unfiltered chaos of you in a dinosaur museum.

the second you step into the fossil hall, it’s over. you’re gone. spiritually ascended. hands flapping, words tripping over each other, dragging her by the wrist towards a towering skeleton.

“that’s a tyrannosaurus,” she mutters, unimpressed.

“no,” you gasp, scandalised, eyes wide like she just insulted your mother. “that’s a spinosaurus. look at the sail. babe. babe, look at the sail!”

she looks at the sail and then looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

first she stands there with her arms crossed, leather jacket creaking softly, pretending she’s not listening while you info dump like a documentary narrator. you bounce between exhibits, get distracted halfway through explaining the cretaceous period because there’s a tiny fossilised fish in the corner.

you’re crouched by a display, reading every plaque out loud to her. then, you look back at her. not to explain something, not to drag her somewhere, but to check if she’s still there.

your eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, hair a mess because you’ve been running from skeleton to skeleton like they’re old friends.

“isn’t this cool?” you ask, breathless.

she’s seen you happy before. she’s seen you distracted, hyperfocused, lost in your own orbit. but here? you’re incandescent (used a big word there:) glowing under museum lights like you were carved from amber yourself.

“yeah,” she says, quieter now. stepping closer instead of hanging back. “it’s cool, really really cool.” she kisses your cheek.

you grab her hand again, tugging her toward a massive triceratops skull.

she leans in when you point out the frill, actually listens this time. asks a genuine question. she doesn’t check her phone, doesn’t watching the clock. and starts watching beautiful you.

you get distracted halfway through explaining fossilisation and end up staring at a tiny prehistoric bird skeleton, whispering, “she’s so small…”

sevika squeezes your hand. “kinda like you,” she giggles.

you gasp again, and launch into a tangent about how technically some dinosaurs were smaller than chickens.

by the time you reach the gift shop, she’s the one picking up a ridiculously overpriced plush t-rex.

“don’t!” you warn, eyes wide. “they upcharge everything here.”

she buys it anyway, hands it to you without looking at you directly. and giving you lots of kisses when you go back home. you hug it like she handed you the moon.