Actress!Sevika giggling and gasping at the comments when you show her a tiktok edit
"What do they mean 'Sevika it hurts take it out?' Why are you laughing? What did I put- Oh right I get it."
"The 'my rides here' ones are creative."
"This is for you Sevika sigh click bzz... Oh. Good grief."
"What's pulsing my name in morse code? Stop fucking laughing just explain!"
Actress!Sevika smirking at the comments on her growl. Making you flustered when she asks if you like it when she growls.
"Aw baby you're blushing! You like it hm?"
Actress!Sevika going to the mirror and flexing her biceps to see what the comments are talking about.
"Oh yeah. I forget I'm so hot."
Actress!Sevika choking on her laughter when she sees people freaking out about the bite scene.
"You wanna know a secret? I was supposed to wince in pain. They kept my reaction in because they said it showed how my character thought 'ohh so pilties fight dirty too.' These comments are right, I'm just a freak."
... Sub sevika YIPPEE how long has it been since i wrote a proper sub sevi fic guys like 100 years?
THE DIALOGUE MAY BE A BIT CRINGE IM SORRY 😞☝️
Sevika was still needy even after being so humiliated in her meeting, her mouth aching to be filled, her pussy throbbing against her lacy thong. She was hating herself as she dug through the washing basket, trying to find the pair of panties she'd made you ruin the day before. Sevika was groaning as she sifted through the laundry, cheering when she found your messy panties. She looked around the room, as though there was a camera crew waiting at any moment to catch her in her pathetic state, surveying her surroundings to ensure her perverse nature was to be kept a strict secret.
"Fuck sake, seriously whats wrong with me," she murmured, snatching up the fleshlight from the floor, crawling onto the bed. Sevika sunk back into the blankets and pillows, taking time to suck on her fingers, fucking into her own mouth, pretending you were there with her. Her clothes were quickly discarded, leaving her in nothing but a black-lace garter that cut into her meaty thigh and a matching thong. "Mmph, fuck baby.." she grunted, wishing so desperately that you were the one pulling and pinching at her hardened nipples, that you were slapping her breasts, her pussy, for being so filthy.
She deeply inhaled against the crotch of your panties, eyes rolling back, mouth quivering. "Baby, if only you knew what you did to me," she groaned aloud, nuzzling her rounded nose into your mess and wriggling out of her own underwear.
Her tongue lolled against the fabric, Sevika moaning at your taste, pressing her hand flat against her face so she could inhale your scent deeper. She wrapped her lips around the material, sucking at your sticky panties, other hand guiding the fleshlight against her pussy.
She grinded against it, sliding her messy pussy against the ridges, biting down on your panties to muffle her moans. "F-fuck," she stammered, lapping at your underwear and whining desperately at your taste, your scent. Tensing her forearm, she wound her hips against the plastic pussy, focusing her grinding on her clit, crying out when she found a good spot to whine on.
She heard the door to the bedroom open swiftly and she shut her legs, pulling your panties out her mouth, trying to shove them under the pillow. It was too late. You'd seen them, the flashy pink unable to be hidden against the grey sheets. She bit her lip and blushed hard as you leant against the doorframe.
"My my. What do we have here?" You teased, watching her face flush even deeper, her legs trembling. Her garter wrapped tightly around her thigh, her panties carelessly pooled round her ankle, evidence of what she'd been up to coating the replica of your pussy that she clutched in her hand.
"Someone was feeling desperate, weren't they?" You say darkly. As you approach her, she turns her head away from you, bottom lip trapped between her teeth in a pathetic display of shame and embarrassment. You kiss her neck and she sighs, body relaxing as you trace your fingers over her nipples.
"Hurt me.." she groans, pushing her chest up toward you, spreading her legs to give you access to her needy cunt. You giggle at the invitation, harshly groping at her breast before firmly slapping it, making her groan and lurch forward. She grips the sheets either side of her, looking up at you, eyes pleading. Her muscles flex from her intense grip. You love seeing her like this: all muscle, all desperation.
You slap at her again, watching as her breast bounces from your firm hand, revelling in the choked moans she lets out, her eyes welling with tears. They prickle at her tearducts, blurring her vision. You give her another harsh grab, squeezing the skin surrounding her large nipples in your palms. She bucks her hips up, needing your attention on her pussy. You give it to her in the form of a hard spank. Her legs threaten to shut, spasming wildly, but she tenses them. Her whole body is in flex, every muscle fighting to keep herself still. You cant help but moan at the sight of her, as if she's carved from stone, every indent perfect, every muscle peppered with intricate scarring. She's beautiful.
"So desperate for me aren't you, Sevi?" You rasp, placing another slap directly over her entrance. Her mess strings from her pussy to your palm. She nods, looking at you puppy-dog eyed, lip still trapped between her teeth. "Need you so bad, got caught at work today," she admits. You make a mental note of that, because that's hot to you in your dom state but entirely concerning for your day-to-day. Either way, knowing your girl was so fucking needy that she'd endanger her job made your pussy drip.
"Oh yeah? What were you doing, princess?" You tease, taking off your clothes painfully slow, stopping routinely to slap her pussy, keeping her desperate.
"I..." she trails off, embarrassment warming her whole body. You pout at her, mocking her sudden shyness, like she's not all spread out for you, like her pussy isn't wetting the sheets below her.
"Tell me." The demand coaxes the admission out of her, and you laugh. You laugh breathlessly at how fucking pathetic she must've looked, tongue - fucking her toy out of sheer boredom, her slutty mouth so aching to be filled that she threw all caution to the wind. She cries a little now, feeling so humiliated. "Fuck are you crying for, princess?"
You slap her harshly across the face, grabbing her up and watching as her eyes become heavy lidded. She sinks deeper into her subspace, her pussy tingling from the pain you inflict upon her. "Feel so dirty," she chokes, your knee sliding between her legs. She instinctively grinds on it, eyes rolling back as tears stream down her cheeks. "You are though, aren't you?" You sit yourself between her legs, groaning at the feeling of your pussies against each other. "Filthy girl." You whisper it, watching as her face changes at the title. Her eyebrows clench together, her nostrils flare, her mouth hangs open, her eyes tightly shut.
You push your middle finger into her mouth, her lips tightening around you, tongue tracing your fingertip. She grips your wrist to keep you steady, pulling her mouth backwards and forwards as she worships your finger. "Need that mouth filled, huh baby?" you tease, Sevika nodding, little "mhm"s whining their way out of her mouth. You force another finger into her, further down her throat, Sevika's eyes fluttering back at the feeling of her mouth being so stuffed up. She bucks into you, whines her hips against yours.
Sevika is right on the edge, you can feel it, you can see it all over her face. Her pussys gushing out wetness against you, her fat clit pulsing intensely each time you rub against it. You know she's sensitive anyway, the sheer size of her clit making pleasure triple. You know she's close.
"Mm-mmph ah, hah, baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum, can i... Shit, baby, c-can I cum?"
You smile to yourself at her begging, knowing she's right there, knowing she couldn't hold it if she tried.
"No. You don't cum til i do." You hiss the words out as you rut your hips against her faster, her body straining to no avail.
Every vein in her body ripples through her skin, her teeth near-breaking, strained noises escaping her through fettered breath. She cums, tears again rolling down her face, chanting apologies as she bucks up against you. "Im sorry, sorry, FUCK-'M SORRY-" she screams it, her chest heaving, her muscles twitching and spasming as she still attempts to fight her body.
You cant help but groan at the sight of Sevika gripping the sheets beside her, her toes clawing at the bed to keep herself down. She moans uncontrollably, babbling cute little "im sorry"s. You slip much more easily against her, her large clit slipping in and out if your entrance as you roll your hips, practically fucking into you. "Oh, Sevi," you coo, forcing your fingers back down her throat. The sounds she makes are primal, her body acting on instinct. She's so pussy drunk, fucked dumb as you use her.
She gags on your fingers, saliva dripping down her chin. "Such a messy little b-bitch," you stammer, feeling your stomach tightening as you ride her. She bites lightly around your digits, throwing her head back. Sweat droplets gather along her clavicle, along her forehead, sticking her blunt hair to her skin.
"Mm, Sevi baby, gonna cum, cum on that pretty pussy, fuck," you sigh out, grabbing harshly at her breast to keep yourself up. She nods and squirms away from your fingers, mouth gapping and closing. Much to your dismay, you slow down to let her speak.
"C-cani-cu-cum," she stutters out the words, slurring, eyes squeezing open. Her pupils are so wide her eyes are practically black. You pout at her and regain your pace, Sevika mewling, covering up her face with her fist.
You tut, but your mind goes blank when she hits an angle where her clit is fucking into you, your clit rubbing over her rough hair. You're both as dumb as eachother as you cum simultaneously, your throats both closed up, the only sounds in the room the wet clapping of your bodies.
You climb off her when you hear her start to whine like a dog, rubbing at her swollen pussy with two fingers, opening your mouth and moaning when you sit your pussy over her ankle.
She squirts, screaming so loud you're offended none of the neighbours have turned up in concern.
Finally, you let her rest. You come up to cuddle into her side, watching her cautiously. Her chest heaves, eyes dropped shut, mouth open. Her sharp canines show through and you can't help but giggle at the fact she is the person who begs to cum, cries when she cums without permission. Its so sweet to see such a pretty butch come completely undone as soon as you sit your pussy on her.
You guys this is still not as good as the 3 paragraphs i lost, but I'll just have to accept that
No older brother with a younger sister should ever experience a moment of peace, and i am confident Mel gave Kino hell when they were younger.
Did she adore her brother? Absolutely, they were like two unbreakable links as children, and anyone who talked to her brother the way she did would find out just how much like her mother she actually was (that sounded angstier than i meant it to sorry)
If she didn't like his pants, she told him. If his gait as he was walking looked stupid (just to her, usually), she would mock him. If his proposals weren't up to her standards, he would find them on his desk thoroughly annotated- without his asking so- the next morning.
When she teased them was when Kino and Mel knew their mother was in a good mood. She'd always goad Mel on when she made fun of her brother, ganging up on him in a Medarda Women versus Medarda Boy Who Is Just Wearing Ankle Socks That Mel Thinks Look Stupid and Actually Did Nothing Wrong.
Kino was never hurt about it, he relished in those moments.
this very brief expression she makes when coming out of the prison and seeing the massacre Warwick caused is very important to me because this is a woman who has probably lived through unspeakable horrors and committed heinous crimes herself but she sees a bloody massacre of Zaunites and the flash of emotion - realizing that she is in part responsible for the blood spilled, terror at the monster capable of this, guilt at leaving Jinx behind, knowing that Isha will have to see this gruesome scene - all of it is shown in this brief expression. then it passes, her face hardens again, she runs down the stairs holding Isha tightly with her one arm. if the writers were trying to sideline her and gloss over her depth boy oh boy did the animators have other plans
✮ soft cuddles & kisses with sevika while on your period ✮
fem!reader x girlfriend!sevika ❤︎ nothing but pure fluff ❤︎ poorly proofread bcs im lazy (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
“Vika, I’m going to be honest. I think I’m going to die.” You groan and bury yourself deeper into Sevika’s side, one leg over her waist and your face squished against her chest. A sock-full of raw heated rice was held to your stomach as a makeshift heating pad, but it just wasn’t enough.
Periods. Horrible things. As if you needed the monthly reminder that you weren’t pregnant. You were with a woman; periods were just useless and all the more annoying to you. The stupid bullshit heating pad gets pulled out from under your shirt and tossed onto the floor, earning a laugh from Sevika.
“You say this every month, silly girl. You’re fine.”
“Okay, rude. Hold me tighter.”
Despite Sevika’s scoffs and eyerolls, you're happily smothered when she rolls on top of you. You asked to be held tighter, but this was just as nice, if not better.
Feeling her lips brush against your cheek. Tossing your legs around her waist. Yeah, this is real good. You’re wrapping yourself around her frame like a cat as your arms find home at her neck. The scent of tobacco with citrusy shampoo wafting into your nose as you get a face full of her hair. It makes you laugh; anything Sevika does makes you giggle like an idiot, but that’s because she’s Sevika, and she’s perfect to you. “Mhm, this is what I needed,” you purred, returning her affection with a quick kiss to the top of her head.
You swear you can hear the word spoiled leave her lips, but you let it slide, melting under her weight as she starts to smother you with attention. Firm pecks are pressed on every inch of exposed skin, from your forehead to your cheeks to your nose and even your eyelids. It makes you forget the dull ache in your lower abdomen, and okay, maybe your periods weren’t all that bad. At least you got to be smothered like this.
“Oh, Vika…” you breathed, easing up even more into the mattress as her tongue laves at the skin of your neck. Short and quick, as if to tickle you, only for her to nip at where your pulse thrums under your skin. “Hey!” Alright, that didn’t hurt one bit, but it was funny to act dramatic.
And clearly she thought the same as she snickered at your faux complaint, nuzzling her nose against the area where she nipped you. And of course, the tip of her nose is cold because that woman always runs cold.
Which is why she absolutely could NEVER leave you because who would keep her warm? Exactly, she basically needs you. A woman like her needs a girl like yourself to occupy her lap and chatter her ears off and kiss her all over. Just as she does the same for you.
Even now you feel her lips brush against the shell of your ear and squirm from the way her hot breath tickles you. More soft kisses are laid to the side of your head, and more giggles fill the room. “My silly, silly girl,” she muses, nudging her nose against yours. Breaths mingling and hearts beating in tandem; can you love a person any more than this? Those darling puppy eyes of hers and those scarred lips pulled in a little smirk. It’s like she’s trying to give you a heart attack.
“Prettiest princess I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And that’s a fact.”
Oh my god. I’m so in love.
There’s no shame in you when you squeal as Sevika captures your lips in a kiss, fingers digging more into her hair. It’s that type of kiss where you can’t stop smiling and laughing, and it’s more chaste than anything else. But it’s over quick, too quick. You don’t let her pull her away too far before you’re tugging her head down back to your mouth, reveling in the way her breath hitches in surprise.
Now this is a proper kiss: slow and passionate but gentle. There’s desire, but it’s faint and lazy, something that’s for later in the night. And when you pull away for the second time, you’re smiling like a fool in love. Because you are.
“You look like a puppy, girly.”
“Vika, you look like a puppy. A really cute one too.”
“Shush!” You’re promptly shut up when she butts her nose against your cheek, and you let her words slide, taking it as her bizarre sense of humor. Between her dad jokes and this, she would make quite the comedian. “But you forgot all about your period too, huh?”
they never showed her genuinely smiling because they knew the lesbians wouldn't be able to handle it. look at her fuckass smirks. look at this shimmer crazy smile. if she laughed she would kill god
What about waking Sevika up with head jdksjsjsjsk 👁️👁️
T4T amab Sevikaxamab reader, praise, sub sevi ( :D ), pretty short, if any of this is inaccurate plz dont hesitate to comment/dm and ill change it asap
"lesbians can't have penises" thats so crazy because
Sevika always had morning wood. It was a fact of life for her, not helped by the fact her dose of estrogen was so weak due to the lack of supplies in zaun. As your eyes open, you notice the way she's pressed against your hand, having laid it on her lower stomach as you slept.
You nuzzle into her neck and trace your hand over her chest, gently fondling her breasts under her shirt, kissing against the underside of her ear. "Sevika..." you murmur, her eyes fluttering open at the gentle call. Her eyes widen when she sees the fabric tented over her crotch, shocking herself every morning at the fact she still doesn't have this under control. "Jesus Christ," she groans, stretching her legs and bundling you up in her arms. "Mmph.. morning, sorry about...that." She rasps, morning voice gruff from sleep. You smile up at her and giggle at her embarrassment. You find it so adorable that she still gets shy about this aspect of her morning routine, despite your long relationship.
She shifts, and you feel her hand come down to guide yours lower, tucking her teeth under her lip, her cheeks flushing red in sleepy-humiliation. Pawing at her through her sleep shorts, you feel the fabric dampen with precum, sticky against your palm. You slip your hand under the waistband, squeezing the base of her length gently, making her moan softly and buck into your hand, feeling her throbbing under your touch. She hisses at the feeling, so needy for you. She curses herself, fucking into your hand, rocking her hips against the bed.
"Shh, stop, pretty girl," you whisper, your mouth aching to be wrapped around her. She whimpers but obliges, watching you wide-eyed when you pull down her lacey shorts. You kiss along her thighs, gently pumping your hand onto her, making her whine and cover up her face. She pulls up her pink, lace-trimmed tank top and buries her face into the fabric, her breasts spilling out from between her forearms. Massaging her thighs to calm her, you gently wrap your mouth around her tip, moaning into her when her thighs spasm at the sensation.
You circle her tip with your thumb for a second, gathering her precum and dragging it down to her asshole, making her croak out a high-pitched whine, her voice still thick with sleep. "So cute princess," you say as she clasps her hands tightly over her face. You love it when Sevika's like this in the morning, brain still too foggy to keep up her tough girl persona. She's completely surrendered to you, her body at your mercy. She cries out as you take her into your mouth, you moaning at how she fills you completely, dips down your throat, gags you.
She gathers your hair out of your face and you grin at the chance to see her expression. She looks down at you, eyelids heavy with sleep, lip trapping her bottom lip so tight her lips lose some colour. She's suddenly very awake, alert, desperate to get off. You push your thumb into her as she bucks into your mouth, leaking down your throat.
You pull off and stroke her firmly, smiling at how she whines and thrashes her head, pushing her hips down onto your thumb to force more of you inside. "So pretty, my pretty girl, my beautiful Sevi," you murmur, Sevika nodding with her eyes wound shut. You continue to pump at her while kitten-licking her tip, and it's enough to get her leaking cum onto your face. "Ah-ah-" she chants out cute little noises as she cums, looking at your face as she ruins it with her mess. You slow your thrusts and your strokes, holding her up to lick lazily at her when she goes limp.
She shakes her head and laughs as she tries to wipe her mess from your cheeks, just making it worse and spreading it around. "Sorryy," she coos, taking tissues from the nightstand. You sit on her abs as she wipes you up, listening to your praise and blushing deeper. "So good to me, Sevi," you grin, playing with her nipples while she cleans you. "Took everything I gave you, huh?" She smiles and holds your hips.
Once her hands start roaming your body, you know the dynamic's changed. You're at her mercy, she's already started teasing you for the patch of precum wetting the sheets you left between her ankles.
"Some heroes don't wear capes, they write t4t sesbian lex on tumblr"
-mootie 2025
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I know practically all of you follow me for the Sevika content, so I promise to keep that coming, even if it'll probably be in bigger intervals since I'm back at college and working now :) I really appreciate all of you guys!
