lesbian tmasc * he/him* 20 *I just reblog stuff I like * I'm also mentally ill so keep that in mind :P * "put me down like the sick animal I am"* English isn't my native language
Yeah I couldn’t miss this opportunity to draw my lesbian babies 💗 Don’t forget that the first pride was a protest! In these times, it’s more important than ever to celebrate the existence of queer people, and to stand for our rights 💗
On this note, let me wish you a happy pride month from Rey and Sevika 💗
happy pride month from the zaun aquarium! celebrating our beloved community with marine biologist sevika and staff with an awkward lesbian photoshoot!🩵🪼
tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, dom sevika, sub reader, established relationship, oral + strap penetration (r!recieving). this is actually quite romantic, soft sevika, you get fluff with your smut today. fem reader implied (no she/her used) + afab anatomy (cunt, pussy, tits, clit, ovulation) + feminine pet names (doll, princess, pretty thing) for reader.
summary: you're ovulating and you have brainworms about your busy councilor girlfriend. you entice her into fulfilling your desperate needs!
wc: 3.7k
a/n: hi sorry for dying for like 9 months , my transformers special interest reared its ugly head ... and i also got engaged LMFAO . heres my contributions for pride month as an apology <3
---------- this work is 18 + nsfw ! minors please do not interact :) ----------
being sevika's partner is awesome.
she's chivalrous in a way you wouldn't expect. it's all the bells and whistles, opening doors, striding on the side closer to the road on walkways, if an airship's seats are full, she'll stand so you don't have to. she confesses one night after nursing her whiskey a little too long, mumbling at you as you tuck her into bed.
"i ne'er really pegged myself as the type to give a shit about romance, but you make me wanna be soft."
before you can coo lovingly at sevika, she's chuckling. you ask what's so funny.
"heh, pegged."
you swat her shoulder, which makes her laugh harder.
sevika's also the epitome of a provider. she's got a real problem where if you even *look* at something too long, it's yours. maybe not the same day, but she *will* get it for you. you're exceptionally easy to buy for, because she's always attentive.
she's also strong, and tall, and funny in this dry, sarcastic way that makes you often miss the joke for a few minutes because she says it so bluntly. she's honest, she's fantastic in bed, and she even smells good, like smoke and sandalwood and musk.
the sole issue of being sevika's partner is just how busy she is.
now, that's not that big of an issue. you knew damn well what you were getting into when you started dating the councilwoman sevika. it was actually one of the things that drew you to her. her work ethic, her drive, her determination. as a zaunite yourself, you were no stranger to the conditions and circumstances that the undercity had been plagued by both in the long term and more recent memory. how could you ever begrudge her work?
well, you didn't.
besides, sevika makes time for you whenever humanly possible. sevika gives you her schedule every single day down to the minute. you’d be at the academy parked outside those meeting room doors, ready to walk her to her office for a lunch you brought. you're sure to wake up, still tired with the worst morning breath (sevika doesn't mind in the least), to kiss her and send her off. you're awake late with a meal and a drink on the table for when she comes home, and often in your cutest underwear to entice her into eating you instead.
your life, despite sevika's business, is functional, fluid, fulfilled. you can work as much as you want or be a stay at home wife, sevika supports all your passions and endeavours wholeheartedly, and you get cracked multiple times a week.
no amount of planning can make a body bend to a schedule however, and you wake up one morning drenched.
it's that time of month.
no, not the bloody one.
the horny one.
you're ovulating, and your first thought when you gain consciousness is something along the lines of ‘i want sevika to fuck me until she somehow gets me pregnant with her strap.’
that proceeds to be your second thought. and your third. and so on and so forth, until your mind is nothing but horny chanting for sevika to obliterate you. sexily, of course.
she's usually already up, choosing to wake up earlier to have a moment of admiring you like the sap she is. you're sure you can convince her to make a pit stop to pound town before leaving the house.
you roll over, ready to turn up all your charm and seduction to eleven for your big strong sexy woman.
“hey lover, how about we-”
you cut yourself off, because the bed is empty. your horny brain had somehow failed to supply you with the critical loss of warm solid weight beside you.
sevika’s out of the house early. she’s got a big proposal of redirecting some funds to developing zaunite schools that she’s got to pitch to the council tomorrow. she’d already warned you last night that she’d be gone for nearly the whole day.
‘i’ll make it up to you over the weekend, baby.’
you may be ovulating, but that doesn’t mean you’re selfish. you’re not about to go bother her at work with something so important on the line. you can just do what you did before you met sevika!
except you can’t, because sevika knows your body better than you do. you have one rather uneventful orgasm in the time it would have taken for sevika to give you three. how is it possible that she’s ruined your own body for you?
you go about your day, counting down the minutes until sevika comes home. five minutes feels like an hour, an hour feels like a day, and your brain will not stop supplying you with scenario after scenario of your wife.
sevika behind you fucking you doggy style, her arm around your neck, choking you just a little as she holds you to her chest. her bicep flexes, your breath cuts off for one controlled second, her strap rutting into you until you…
…drop the jar of sauce you’d been absentmindedly inspecting. it shatters on the floor, breaking you out of your stupor. you have to pay for the wasted product, but at least your red face is mistaken for embarrassment over the sauce.
sevika between your legs, your thighs over her shoulders. she’s got her flesh hand supporting the curve of your ass, and the cool metal of her other hand’s fingers splayed over your stomach. she holds you down, stops you from squirming, which you’re doing a lot of considering this is your third orgasm. you whine, hands clawing at the sheets, warning her you’re about to…
… get hit by some little punk on a chemtech hoverboard. the child wooshes past you, startling you badly out of your daydream, making you drop your bag of groceries.
“watch where you’re going, bro!”
they mock you, giving you the finger as they fly out of view. you realise you’ve wandered into the middle of the street, and you’re getting some weird looks from people on the edges of the road. you quickly scoop up your belongings and hurry home.
sevika getting home. sevika taking her clothes off. sevika in nothing but her boxers. sevika letting you help take off her prosthetic. sevika holding you. sevika kissing you, her labret cool compared to your hot breaths. sevika pushing you against the wall, her knee between your legs, grinding up just right. sevika whispering in your ear…
“hey, doll. is that supposed to smell burnt?”
you’re not pinned to the wall. you’re behind the stove, getting lost in your thoughts again. the sauce is bubbling, teeny bits of char arising when you push it around again. what’s worse is you didn’t even hear sevika come in, far too preoccupied with conjuring fantasies of her. you kill the heat and turn to her, smiling.
“no, but i’m sure it’s fine. how was work?”
this is all pretense. you’re desperately hoping she says that she was so busy all day and she could really blow off some steam. instead, you get an apologetic quirk of her dark lips.
“kinda shit. didn’t get everything done. i’m gonna have to stay up late to get this proposal finalised. that okay?”
no! it’s not! you need her carnally right this instant!
is what you want to say. but you have decorum. so you don’t.
“of course not, i know how important this is to you. let me fix you dinner.”
you scoop a large serving of noodles and sauce into a bowl, and send her off with steaming, slightly burnt food, and a kiss on the cheek.
you try to entertain yourself, you really do. still, you poke into sevika’s office every half hour.
“how’s it going?”
“good.”
“do you think you’ll be done soon?”
“maybe. i’m not sure yet, baby.”
“you might need a break, you’ve been working really hard all day…”
“i’ll take a break in a bit, don’t worry about me.”
you feel like you’re going insane, clawing at the walls of your own brain with need. sevika’s getting a tad annoyed with your constant check-ins, you can tell, but she’s got her little reading glasses on, and she’s got such a severe ‘i’m working’ face that makes you crazy, and you just can't take it anymore.
“sevika.”
there’s something in your tone that makes sevika look up properly when you next appear in the doorway. you stare her dead in the eyes.
“i need you to fuck me immediately or i’ll literally die.”
she’s quiet for a long moment, before she gives you a lazy little smirk as she takes her glasses off.
“you’ll literally die? bit dramatic of you.”
“not dramatic enough! i dropped the stupid sauce in the store and i nearly got hit by a hoverboarder and it didn’t even matter because i still burnt the sauce-”
“it tasted fine.”
“that’s not the point! the point is i literally can’t function until you take care of me! i’ve been thinking of you all day, so please make me cum my brains out just once and i promise i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the evening.”
sevika frowns at that, rotating her chair enough to spread her thighs wide. she pats the muscular plane of her left leg, and you’re moving before you can even process the nonverbal command.
“you’re not a chore, princess, and you don’t gotta leave me alone.”
her tone is warm, rich, immediately making you melt as you perch in her lap, legs straining over her mass to straddle her. she tilts your face up with her hand. she’s taken her prosthetic off for the evening, so she’s holding you up by just your jaw, making you look at her. her innate dominance immediately sends heat to your cunt.
“now, i’m gonna oblige your little request for attention. you gonna behave?”
your head is nodding the second she says ‘you’.
“go grab the strap, lube too. gonna fuck you right here in my chair.”
like a dog hearing it’s favourite words, you hurry to obey sevika. with a less than graceful manoeuvre, you’re off her broad lap and out of the room. your brain is like a well-oiled and very horny machine.
outer layer of clothing off, leaving you in nothing but the cute black panties you wore in hopes of this very scenario coming true. drawer, dildo, harness, lube, back to sevika. you don’t even shut the drawer before you’re tearing off back to her office.
the sight that awaits you is nothing short of divine. sevika standing tall, gathering papers at the sides of her desk. she’s gotten her dark brown pants off, now gathered in a heap next to the chair, leaving her in that black wife pleaser that shows off all the muscle of her bicep and a little of her cleavage. her boxers are absent too, giving you an eyeful of the dark brown folds of her cunt and the prominent shape of her large clit.
she’s always so hot when she’s focused, thick brows always drawn slightly from a lifetime of frowning, strong nose that made her side profile so distinct, full lips moving slightly as she subconsciously plays with her labret piercing inside her mouth, silver eyes trained on the task at hand.
that intense gaze turns to you, and despite the hunger that flickers to life in sevika’s eyes at the sight of you holding the harness and dark purple silicone, you can also see her pupils dilate. she really does love you so much.
“c’mere. you’re so fuckin’ cute, waiting for me all patiently. panties off, hop up on the desk.”
you give her a slightly confused look. why the command to grab the strap if she’s not going to use it right away? before you can even ask, she’s answering.
“’m not skipping foreplay.”
“but i’m ready now.”
“i bet you are, doll. but how about you oblige me a little?”
that’s sevika’s slick way of getting you to agree to prep. as much as you want her to fuck you without any more preamble, she’s always going to make sure you’re properly ready. she made sure to get a faux cock proportionate to her size, after all. that shit stings without at least a little help.
it’s also sevika’s slick way of getting to eat you out.
what? she’s nothing if not a munch.
you, of course, oblige her. you shimmy off your underwear, sevika taking the time to pull the harness on with practised precision. no sooner does your bare ass meet cool wood is she sitting down in her chair, pulling it up.
her hand presses to your stomach lightly, encouraging you to lay back a bit. you prop your elbows up, careful to avoid her very important papers. without any more input, you’re spreading your legs as well, and sevika internally preens a bit at just how well behaved you are for her. her warm, calloused palm slides from your tummy, over your hip and down to your inner thigh, pushing it back just a bit further.
your cunt is so wet, already shiny with arousal. sevika inhales deeply, groaning at the heady scent, her gaze lidding as it lifts to meet yours.
“aw, she really missed me huh? look, she’s droolin’ for me.”
her thumb brushes the hood of your clit and you make a noise that’s best described as pathetic. it spurs your lover on, and she lowers her head to lick a broad stripe up the full length of your slit. then another, and another, until she’s lapping at you with wild abandon, the bridge of her nose rubbing against your clit as she fucks you with her tongue.
“oh fuck, vika…”
you can barely choke out words, far too busy mewling for her instead. sevika doesn’t seem to mind, more focused on tasting you.
at some point she throws one of your legs over her left shoulder, and you dig your heel into her back as she turns to sucking your clit instead. her teeth and piercing graze you on occasion, and your hands are definitely mucking up her papers as you try to find purchase on the desk.
“i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum on your face if you don’t stop.”
sevika pulls away just barely at the warning, resting her cheek on your inner thigh. her heavy breaths puff over your cunt, and her chin glistens with your juices.
“you wanna do that, or cum on my strap instead?”
“strap. i want you to put a baby in me.”
a sharp bark of laugher fills your ears as sevika grins at you, all teeth and need.
“i can fuckin’ try. lap, now.”
she pushes back a little from the desk, and you sit up on shaky arms. you slide from the desk back to standing, and then down onto sevika’s lap again. the silicone of her strap rests on your stomach as she wraps her arm under yours to hold your back. you blindly reach for the lube that was somewhere on the desk, and neither you nor sevika register the flutter of paper as you find the bottle.
you apply a generous squirt to the tip, then spread it down the length. sevika watches you pump the dildo with those lazy silver eyes.
“we gotta get one of those hexstraps. bet your hands would feel as good on me as they look.”
that prospect gets filed away in your mind. right now, you want to ride sevika into next week. you give her your best puppy eyes, and she sighs and lets you rub your hands on her tits over her top to get rid of the sticky lube remains on your hands.
“go on, princess. you’ve earned it.”
you mumble a very whiny ‘thank you’ as you adjust on her lap, lifting your hips and angling the dildo to rub against your folds. sevika’s hand on your back moves down to your ass, encouraging you to sink down. you do, and your forehead meets the skin of where her shoulder meets her neck, as sevika finally stuffs your cunt.
it doesn’t take long for you to start taking what you want, rolling your hips and shifting up and down to fuck yourself on sevika’s lap. your noises are muffled as you pant into her shoulder like you’re in heat. she doesn’t move, letting you set the pace. her hand simply moves up the curve of your rear as you lift, and then down again with you.
you keep this up for a while, but as good as this is, you need more. you need sevika to fuck you. you speak up, breathless already.
“vika, please.”
“please what? use your words.”
“i need you to fuck me properly. please.”
“thought you’d never ask.”
and then your breath is punched from your lungs, because she snaps her hips up sharply, driving the blunt head of the strap against your walls in an angle that feels incredible. you quickly devolve into ‘fuck yes’ and ‘harder’ as your hands fist into her top. sevika’s hand on your ass turns to control, driving your hips down harder for you to meet her thrusts.
the office is filled with the wet sounds of the strap pulling out of your creamy cunt, and the slap of skin on skin as you’re seated down on her strap over and over. sevika’s mastery of your body is unparalleled, she hits the perfect spots inside you every time. it’s muscle memory for her.
your movements become uncoordinated as you get closer to orgasm. you’re really just humping sevika while she fucks up into you. she takes this as her sign to lean her head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. her pace never slows.
“you’re so greedy for this fuckin’ strap. naughty little brat couldn’t wait for me to finish my work, huh?”
you whine at sevika, the dirty talking not quite landing. brat taming is nothing foreign to you two, but right now this just isn’t doing it for you. you feel a little bad in the back of your head that you’re tearing her away from work. she knows your queues and noises like the back of your hand though, and immediately course corrects.
“it’s okay, pretty thing. you’re so good for me, always so good.”
she pauses for a moment to readjust, moving her hand from your back. instead, she reaches for your face, pulling you out of the crook of her neck and making you look at her. her broad fingers squish into the warm flesh of your cheeks as she keeps bouncing you on her strap. your fingers migrate from her top to dig into the corded muscle of her shoulders. sevika’s shoulders, but she doesn’t so much as grunt even as you hang on for dear life.
sevika holds you there, holding your jaw easily in her palm as she forces you to look at her. you hold eye contact despite how badly you want to let your eyes roll back.
her pace changes. slower but deeper, letting you feel each and every stroke of her strap.
“you’re so fuckin’ perfect. fallin’ apart for me so pretty, waiting so desperately all day just for me to fuck you. ’m the luckiest woman in all of zaun and piltover.”
you try to protest, try to say ‘nuh uh, that’s me’ but sevika purposely grinds her next thrust against your cervix in a way that isn’t bruising but still wipes your mind. you’re teetering on the edge, thoughts getting mixed up with the desperate need to cum.
“nnnuh…”
she laughs at you, but it’s not mean. she changes her pattern again, ramping up until she’s back to pounding you in earnest.
“poor baby, too close to cummin’ to think straight. rub that clit for me, yeah?, wanna see you finish on my strap.”
one of your hands shakily leaves her shoulder to find your cunt, rubbing tight little circles around your clit. sevika watches you touch yourself for half a second, before looking you in the eye again.
she draws your face closer to hers. your mouth is slack as your moans escape, and sevika takes it upon herself to kiss you in the filthiest way possible as your orgasm hits you.
you whimper into sevika’s lips, the noise swallowed by her responding groan, and then her tongue. she licks into your mouth as she slows her hips. you come down from your high, your higher functions kicking back in and allowing you to kiss sevika back. you wrap your arms around her neck, fingers scratching at the baby hairs at her nape.
it’s slow, languid, perfect. when you pull away to breathe, you’re struck by just how beautiful sevika is. she’s sweaty, short hair sticking to her forehead, chest heaving as she catches her breath.
you go to paw at sevika’s thigh, fingertips slipping under the front of the harness. she got you off and you want to return the favour, but she’s ever so gently taking your hand and moving it away from her cunt, holding it instead.
“nah, baby. as much as i wanna have your hands on me, this proposal ain’t gonna finish itself. you can feel me up when i come to bed.”
your brain is blessedly clear now that you’ve been satiated, and you nod and press chaste pecks to the side of sevika’s face. sevika chuckles at you, letting you make your way to her mouth, where you meet in a kiss that’s all love.
“lemme help you out of the strap, and then i’ll let you finish this up. this was more than enough to tide me over until bedtime.”
“i love you. an’ i meant it, you’re never a chore to me.”
“i know. i love you too.”
sevika’s papers are a little crumpled as she makes her proposal to the council the next day, but mercifully, nobody asks why.
i need to start a blog to like all my transformers shit and post my fanfics for that too bc its cluttering this feed >< anyways idk when my next post will be but i hope you guys like this .... mwah mwah have an excellent june everypony !
no pride month is complete without jayvik as far as i'm concerned!! who do you think they're discussing so intently
(this totally wasn't a scrapped frame from my dnp/jayvik animatic that i reworked shhh.... you can find the original frames in the digital ccau zine here tho hehe)
Im working with some new brushes and lighting! Also working on learning eviromental light! If you have more ideas for more Sevika scenarios let me know >:)
Brothel worker x Sevika WIP!! Idk if i should make the suit light grey or a dark plum color....but whatever, I was kinda artblocked for the past month but I´m managing it :D
