#sevika x reader smut

[artinvain]

sevika’s personal stress reliever 💋fuck this got long and dirty :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: sevika is tired. her knuckles are sore — blood crusted and cracked, her muscles are pulled taut and she can’t think straight no matter how many cigs she smokes. when the day is done and sev is on her way home to you, she realises that today the carnivores violence and fear she’d instilled had made her forget that she had reprieve — you. she didn’t question whether or not she deserved it, she knew the answer.

in you’re home, she’s greeted my warmth, your soft hands helping her out of her jacket, kissing her cheek. you’d asked her something about her day. but, all she could focus on was the way your lace night dress exposed your nipples, hugging your breasts and falling soft on your hips. she can feel her muscles relax, blood draining from her head, she’s throbbing for you.

when you turn to ask her something again, you’re met with her hard chest, her strong arms coming to engulf you. she looks… ravenous, her nose scrunched up, eyes hard and demanding and you already know what she wants, so you don’t think twice before leaning up and pressing a kiss to her mouth. sevika I’m moans at the softness of your lips, the taste of your fucking tongue. her warm hand groping your ass, grabbing handfuls and smacking— her bionic hand wrapped gently around your throat.

she doesn’t think about how many people she’s killed with it, because here — it is for your pleasure. she knows you like the feeling of it cold and hard pressing down on the sides of your throat, that dizzy look in your eyes is what makes her grunt, swallowing hard as she kisses over your jaw and whispers,

“go to the couch — get on your fucking knees for me honey,” she watches you scamper to the couch and follows after you, biting her lip at the sight of your ass, the night gown just barely covering you, and she’s salivating.

sevika looks down at you adoringly, how you’re gnawing at your bottom lip impatiently awaiting her instructions, your eyes glazed and your breathing laboured. sev taps her belt and smirks when you jump to unbuckle her and when your pants are down at her ankles you can’t help but sit up on your knees and press your forehead against her belly, nosing at her mound and nearly mouthing her through her boxers. she lets you silently praise her, her shoulders relaxing as you do so.

“boxers down baby,” she commands and you gulp, pulling them down and groaning at how sticky she is. sevika steps one leg out of her pants and underwear, spreading her legs. “c’mere,” she whispers, her hand soft on the back of your neck, guiding your face toward her pussy.

“please,” you whimper, your tongue is begging to taste her, drooling for her and Sevika smiles at your desperation, “no,” she answers softly, teasing and shaking her head. pulling your head back by your hair when you try to lean in too close.

“oh my god, please sevika,” you whine, your hands on her thighs, nails biting marks there as she finally guides your face toward her and she moans when she feels your tongue dart desperately. you lick and suckle at her clit gently, bending your neck so you can lick deep between her lips and really taste her. sevika groans, her deep baritone making your belly tighten. you moan as your tongue circles her clenching, wet cunt.

“fuck okay-“ she groans, her grasp on your hair tightening, “need ta - shit, m’gonna fuck your face okay doll?” she’s not really asking and you’re nodding your head vigorously. “open that pretty mouth for me, let me see your tongue,” she taps your cheek as you open and slips two thick fingers into your mouth. her own mouth gaping at the sight as she presses down on your tongue, her bionic hand holding your head steady in place as her fingers reach in deep enough to make you gag.

sev clenches her jaw at the sight of your drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, pulls your tongue out and guides your head between her legs. she can feel your warm, thick, waiting tongue on her pussy and her hips buck. holding your hair and securing your head she gasps for breath as she fucks herself on your tongue huffing and grunting your name. your nose grazing her clit with every grind, she’s never unstimulated. “fuuck, atta girl — taking me so well,” she groans “so good for me, letting me fuck your face like this,” her hips unrelenting as she fucks you, looking down at your big teary eyes she can’t help but tell you — “look so pretty angel, shit!”

sev steadies herself and pulls your head back, “you’re being so good honey, just suck on my clit yeah? just like that,” she bobs your head on her pussy, your nose grazing her mound and you’re taking deep, grateful whiffs of her scent. the underside of your tongue rolling and sucking her in. “jesus fuck, you’re good at that huh?” she chuckles, moaning when your arms wrap around her thighs fingers scratching and squeezes her thighs, her ass. “god, yes my pretty little slut,” she grunts, honing your head with every word as you moan around her clit, your panties wet and sticking to the insides of your swollen cunt you whine at the torture of not having any friction. and sevika notices how your winding your hips and she chuckles.

“struggling there sweetheart?” she huffs, too drunk on the feeling of snapping her hips against your face and bobbing your head on her to really do anything about it now and she knows you love being teased, edged. you both know she could make you cry cumming by touching in a moment and the buildup made your whole body sizzle.

“fuck honey, christ-“ sev whines “I’m gonna cum, love,” she moans “m’gonna cum and take such good fuckin care of you yeah?” her hips snap a little sloppier, her huffs and whines making your eyes roll back and fuck finally she whimpers, holds you close while you suck on her clit and she cums, lets you lick deeper for more of her taste, lavishing her pussy until she’s too sensitive and pulls her head back. she pulls you up by your hair, “my greedy girl,” and all you can do is fall against her chest.

she lets you lay on her as she sits down on the couch, perched you on her lap as you wrap an arm around her shoulders. “you did so fucking well for me angel,” she sighs, her warm hands rubbing over your thighs, and spreading your legs over hers. she gently squeezes your inner thighs and you’re so fucking wound up that she’s just barely grazing your soaking cunt and your hips are bucking and your whining loudly into her shoulder.

“it’s okay baby, just keep being good for me yeah?” she cooes in your ear and fastens a bionic arm around your waist, holding you to her and letting her fingers feel you through your panties, rubbing your clit softly, “no, no please sev, please,” you whine, “okay baby no teasing,” she acquiesces and gets her hand under you panties, spanking your clit harsh and fast and then while you’re yelling pushing two fingers into your sopping cunt,

“yes baby, god so fucking soft for me,” she inhales through her teeth, twisting and drilling her fingers into you, holding you tight as you flail, one hand in her hair, tugging deliciously. the other holding on to her bionic arm on your waist as her fingers curl into you, “oh my god baby,” you groan, her thumb rubbing your clit.

“I know honey, such a good girl, want you to cum for me,” she moans, “been so good to me honey, you’re fuckin angel”

“sev- ungh, god It’s too, I can’t fuck,”

“yes you can angel,” sev gently removes her fingers and rubs your clit gently, cooing all the time in your ear with each smack how lucky she is to have you, “love you so much baby, just want you feel good yeah? you feel good?” you nod your head vigorously before it falls back against her chest and all you can do is babble and whine on “nuh-uh use your words or I stop,” she says

“yes, yes I feel good vika so so good. pl-please I’m so fucking - oh my god!” sevika moans at the feeling of your warm, wet walls pulling her in, clenching around her, she can hear your moans reaching a fever pitch, feel your walls clenching erratically “that’s it, just like that baby, be good girl and fucking cum for me yeah?”

so you do, your body tremoring hips bucking wilding against her fingers that just sound more ludicrous and crass with your wetness, that’s coming in small streams and spurts, your mouth open in a loud whimpers and whines and groans.

sevika lays you down and surrounds you, her hand brushing the hair out of your face, “you did so well angel, thank you, you’re so good to me.” she kisses your forehead and cheeks and eyelids and chin. “you know that right? that you did well for me?” you start to nod — “words, baby,”

“yeah, yes, I know I’m a good girl,”

“yeah you are angel,”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Been thinking about this at work all day

Tags: @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @sevsbaby @iamaboringrattat

Concept inspo: @butch-bf

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[sapphicsentbycyberlife]

Prostitution with Sevika

Kinktober Day Four!

SEVIKA X FEM!READER

Word Count: 2.1K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS: Swearing, prostitution, brothel setting, dom!Sevika, sub!reader, reader calls Sevika 'daddy', fingering (r!receiving), vaginal sex (r!receiving), strap-on use, strap referred to as 'cock'/'dick'

SYNOPSIS: You are a new hire at the Underground Brothel and you are selected by the business's regular client. Now you get to find out if the rumors are true.

DISCLAIMER: BANNERS MADE BY THE LOVELY @cafekitsune

Why did you think this was a good idea?

Well, truth be told, you didn’t think this was a good idea… But it was the only idea you had left. Your family was dead, like everyone was in the Undercity. Your partner got herself killed from a shimmer overdose, and you were facing being homeless. Your entire world was turned upside down and it was all fucked to no end. But now you had to pick up the pieces.

You were hired at the brothel. What the actual fuck were you thinking? Well, you knew Babette, and she was willing to give you a chance. It was decent money, and you were given free food during every shift. How could you turn it down?

It was your first week and you have already been through hell. The women who came to the brothel tended to be high on shimmer and sloppy at best, but the men; they were aggressive, vicious, and you found yourself leaving with aches and pains every single night.

And yet, when you entered the room that you were assigned to today, you were surprised to say the least. The outfit on the bench was… strange. Normally, the clientele wanted something revealing, lace, and soft bright colors. No, you were given something black, made of leather, and matching black heels to complete the look.

“Don’t question it,” You told yourself. “Just put it on.”

You slowly stripped off all your clothes and pulled on the leather bustier and black lace panties. Your fingers twitched slightly as you strapped the heels to your feet and ran your fingers through your hair… Your lipstick was a deep maroon color, and you had deep, dramatic eyeliner. Seems like you thought it all out already?

Who was your client today? Why were you so nervous? What if it was a man that was three times your size? What if it was more than one man? What if you got hurt today?

“Did you hear about who she picked today?” A shiver raced down your spine as you approached the curtains in front of your door, biting down on your painted lip. Who were they talking about?

“Oh, I heard. Cute little new girl is about to get ruined today, huh?” You… they were talking about you! But who else? Who was she?

You’d get your answer soon enough.

It felt like forever until you heard the heavy footfalls in the hallways. Whispers carried in the corridors, along with the aggressive clicks of heels from your fellow ‘coworkers’ running away from whoever was making their presence known inside of the building. Your fingers trembled as you dared a peek out from behind your curtain.

Not even a second later, the curtain was being pulled back and in walked your client… Tall, muscular, handsome, and absolutely terrifying.

The brothel’s most regular visitor. Silco’s right hand… the person that everyone in the underground fears.

Sevika.

You nearly fell down the stairs, heels slipping on the concrete flooring as you tried to back away and give her the space she deserved. But it seemed she had other ideas.

Before your body could come in contact with the ground, the woman reached out and grabbed both of your hips with her hands. Her right hand was warm and calloused, a pulse beneath her flesh, but her left hand? Cold, sharp, and thrumming with the energy of her mechanical arm hidden beneath that cloak she always wears.

“Easy, doll,” Her voice is deep, husky almost as she steps forward and lowers you down to the stable surface behind you. Shivers raced down your back and you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling in her grasp. For a moment, neither of you said anything. But then her eyes raked all over your body and she breathed, hard. “Damn, look at you… Pretty little thing all dressed up just for me?”

Were you supposed to speak? You have heard so many stories about Sevika… how aggressive and cruel she is out there on the streets, and how she kills without mercy or a care in the world. You were scared of her, to say the least… And Sevika could see it in your eyes. She knew what her reputation was and was more than happy to push the agenda.

“Scared of me?”

You inhaled sharply, your hands slowly sliding from your sides to hold onto her forearms. The whirring of the mechanics of her arm made your thighs tremble. “N-No, miss…”

“Funny,” Sevika reached down and gently ran her rough fingertips along the edge of your jaw before she slid her hand in your hair. You breathed slowly for a second, fearing you said something wrong to her. She looked amused, but looks could be deceiving… The gap between her two front teeth was cute. You focused on the crease of her jawline, the scars on her face, and the way her brows were pulled down.

She was so fucking hot that you forgot why you were afraid… and then, she grabbed at your hair, making you yelp and submit. Your hands had slid far too high up, and she was punishing you… Fuck, she was punishing you! “Better watch it. I’m paying to touch you, not the other way around.”

“But—” You hiccupped, looking into her eyes for the briefest second. She waited for your words to continue. “S-sorry…”

“Oh, she has manners?” Sevika showed off the smile that made your stomach flutter for a brief moment and reached down with both hands, gripping your thighs and lifting you off the floor like you weighed almost nothing to her. Out of instinct, your hands reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders for stability. “We’re going to have fun.”

Before you could utter another sound, you felt something press against you… something solid, and stiff. Something that felt like it was alive, right against the wet spot on your panties. A low moan left your throat and you just immediately knew what it was.

“Take it off, doll,” Sevika breathed against your neck. “You know you want to.”

Fingers trembled as you reached for the cloak on her shoulders and slowly pulled it over her head. The brown fabric dropped to the floor behind her, and you looked down, confirming your suspicion. Sevika was strapped under her pants… the bulge was now way more obvious without the cloak.

“Feel that?” Sevika pressed her flesh hand to your rear and stepped forward, spinning you around and sitting herself down on the couch behind you. The second you were in her lap, she was pushing you down onto her hips and grinding the bulge against your cunt like it was her damn birthright to do so.

Your pulse quickened with every passing second, and you dropped your face down against her chest, breathing in the scent of tobacco and her natural scent… Strong, earthy, like a roaring wood fire. You didn’t know what came over you, but before you could scold yourself for knowing better, your tongue came in contact with her bear neck and your lips trailed all over her exposed skin.

Sevika tensed up and her fingers went from holding your hips to sliding under the fabric of your panties, grabbing at your flesh and making you instinctively bite down on her shoulder. Nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. Sevika looked like she was about to start climbing the walls as she felt your hips roll forward on top of her.

With a simple flick of her metallic fingers, the underwear given to you was ripped off your body and you barely had time to recover before Sevika was lifting you off her lap and reaching to pull the zipper of her pants down. A sigh left your throat, and you could only push your face into her neck; Sevika didn’t like that.

“Nuh-uh,” She grabbed your chin with her flesh hand, pulling you back to look down into her eyes. Her grey irises were staring directly passed your fears and into your soul. It was like she was lighting you on fire from the inside out. “You look at me. Prettiest fucking girl is going to look at me when I fuck her.”

Her words made you blush from the tips of your ears down to your neck and you almost forgot that this was your job… It was easy to think that Sevika had just picked you out of everyone in the underground to have a night with. Not… that she was paying for it.

“Don’t worry,” Sevika smirked, that crease in her brow becoming more prominent as you felt her hand leave your face and slide down between your legs. When you felt her calloused fingers against your soft wet folds, you forgot how to breathe. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

The sound you made was beyond pornographic. Two of her fingers slipped inside of your wetness without any kind of resistance. Your entire body went rigid, and your eyes fluttered for a brief second before you forced yourself to look at her. Sevika smirked and basked in your expressions, slowly pushing you up and down on her digits.

What did you even say? What were you supposed to even do? Sevika isn’t like your other clients… She’s so intense, even when she’s barely touching you. It feels like you are drowning, even if its just her presence surrounding you. Your inner walls squeeze at her fingers as she curls them at just the right angle. Sevika smirked.

“Oh, you like that?” Sevika kept you steady on her lap with her metal hand while the other one worked in and out of your pussy. “So wet for me, already? Barely touched you, doll.”

“Fuuck...” You rolled your entire body forward, biting your lip and leaning down just enough to press soft kisses against her face. “P-Please—”

“Please, what?” Sevika said sternly. “Use your words, doll.”

“I… I n-need… ohfuck...”

“Come on,” She smirked, curling her fingers at just the right angle that you almost feel your legs give out. “Just say it—”

“Fuck me,” You whine, finally giving in. “Please, please, please… fuck me, daddy.”

There was a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before. It was like a switch had flipped inside of her because in mere seconds, you went from sitting on her lap to her pushing you down into the floor that was littered with pillows, blankets, anything you could desire to make this as comfortable as possible.

Sevika all but ripped her pants to try and free what had been teasing you initially. You only had a few seconds to really look at the strap around her hips before she was lining the tip of the bright purple silicone against your core.

“Pretty little thing,” Sevika growled, almost ferally as she slammed down overtop of you. Suddenly, the leather around your chest felt entirely too tight, like you couldn’t breathe. You began frantically reaching for the ties to undo the restraint on your chest, and Sevika noticed because you gasped at her ripping the ropes off the bustier and pushing the fabric apart to really look at you.

“Now, because you were a good girl…” Sevika gently prodded your opening, making you whimper and reach for her biceps. “You get a warning before you get fucked.”

“Daddy, please—”

That was her trigger. You could only grab at her muscles before she was plunging all of her strap inside of your cunt like it belonged to her. You tried to scream, but nothing came out other than a strangled squeak as your head went back on the pillows and tears filled your eyes.

You aren’t a stranger to being stretched out like this. It wasn’t like it was your first day at the brothel… but it was your first day with Sevika. She only gave you a few seconds to adjust to that cock before she was reaching down with her flesh fingers and gently rubbing at your clit.

Your soft squeaks faded into intense moans, much to the woman’s delight. She chuckled, watching you squirm and look at her like she was an alien of some sort.

“Not what you expected, doll?” Sevika teased, rolling her hips forward and making you moan like the whore you were. “Didn’t think I’d care about making you feel good?”

Very stupidly, you nodded.

“Let me fix that,” She leaned down and you curled your fingers into the leather of her jacket before bracing yourself for the most intense workday of your entire fucking life.

“Be good for daddy and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll beg me not to leave.”

And that is exactly what Sevika did.

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[dnvrsmedia]

Touch Me, Feel Me

Sevika x Reader (afab) smut

Kinktober

an: uh hi! it’s been a real long time & i come back bearing very filthy smut as promised HAHA

warnings: breeding kink 🤓

Ragged breaths escape your plush lips, dry from exhaustion. Eyes tilted up and back, unable to keep focus as the brute above you thrusts her hips in an ungodly manner.

Being the mechanic that you were, tinkering with hex tech was a pastime you enjoyed frequently. Knowing that Sevika’s birthday was coming up motivated you to finish something you had been working on for a long time. You were able to make technology to allow someone to regain feeling in a prosthetic. This idea came to you during one of the many nights you laid on Sevika’s chest. Soft strokes of her arm lightly scratching your back in comfort.

“I miss the way you feel on my arm.” Sevika kept her gaze on the ceiling.

Thoughts flurrying in her brain. Her strong jaw clenched in an act to make her exclude any emotion that may slip. You on the other hand, stunned. Sevika refuses to talk about her lost arm. The adjustment that was made post explosion left your relationship chipped, but not broken. From then on, you worked diligently to give your lover a new meaning.

You didn’t necessarily think your new technology would lead to Sevika attaching the device to her thick and lengthy silicon cock. Although, Sevika being Sevika, it truly didn’t surprise you.

“F-fuck! Vika, oh my-“ Your moans of deep pleasure increase by tenfold, the buff woman above you pistons her hips deeply into your core.

Her flesh hand snaking its way across your budding clit, rubbing furious circles into damnation. Drool dripping hotly onto the sheets from your gaped mouth as your center leaks from your pleasure. Slick coating the thick member while leaking down Sevika’s thick mountainous thighs. Her essence mixing with yours as her cunt weeps at the sensations of your warmth encompassing her member.

“That’s fucking it, baby. You like how this dick feels, huh? How full i’m- oh fuck- how full i’m making you?” The most powerful woman of Zaun grunts in your ear as her hips never farther.

Babbling is all you are left with as the piece works your walls. Stretching and massaging the spot that makes your toes curl. Sevika can feel the clenching of your muscles around her and moans a moan you’ve never thought could manifest from betwixt her lips. Your eyes full of adoration of how good she is feeling. You turn your gaze to watch as Sevika’s muscles contract in every movement made. Her abs on full display as her body contorts. Her nipples fully erect on her chest make you dizzy. It’s not very often that Sevika allows you to touch her breasts, but when she does it always makes her shiver. With no rational thoughts flowing through your brain, you unconsciously lift your hand up to her chest, catching a hold of her swelled bud, and pinch.

A roar from the bellows of her being errupts from the brute above. Like a light switch was flipped, Sevika shifts her body to contain your hands above your head in restraint.

“Who fucking told you it was okay yo do that? What a fucking whore you are. You say you made this for my arm but deep down we both know you wanted this.” Sevikas impossible pace picks up faster than you thought was possible.

At this point, silent screams are leaving your body as it is being found impossible to make noise. Your eyes fully roll to the back of your head in pleasure, unable to look at your lover above you. Your bilss taken away from you as her flesh hand removes itself from your clit with a firm ‘smack!’ a whine released itself from your throat as a plea.

“Watch yourself, baby.” Sevika halts all movement making you whimper and rustle in your restraint.

“Please.” You whimper softly, feeling too lightheaded to do more than that.

“What was that?” Sevika teased, slowly teasing herself back onto you, watching you fall apart.

“Vika, please! I need you!” You whine loudly, thrashing harshly in her hold. You can tell that she thrived off teasing you as her chin rose in pride and her smirk grew.

And in an instant, she’s back to fucking you open.

Sevika pushes to your climax with fast, sloppy thrusts . You can tell she is close by the guttural grunts and increased filthy words.

“Come on baby let me feel you cum on my cock. This pussy fucking loves taking me. Fucking take it!” And with that, you’re climaxing. Stars erupt behind your eyes as bliss comes running to you at full force.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum, gonna full you so good, baby! This pussy so fucking good.” Sevika is not too far behind you as she’s collapsing above you.

Moments pass before you feel your lover slip out of you with a wince. You giggle at her, she forgot to turn off the device allowing her to feel you. An annoyed pout adorns her face before she playfully smacks your thigh.

“Happy Birthday, Vika.” You kiss her lips slowly and passionately, showing your appreciation.

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[wandasfifthwife]

only a bit shy

sevika x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, no label on relationship, reader is described to have female anatomy and be physically smaller than Sevika, smut, Sevika is sort of a mean!dom, top Sevika, bottom reader

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. Please overlook any grammar/spelling mistakes, I’ll come back and edit later.

There needs to be a study done on why your confidence sky rocks when you’re out in public. Might it be the music, the crowd, the atmosphere, you don’t know. It’s all fun and games up until you have to reap what you sow.

Sevika blows smoke in your face, taking enjoyment in how your face scrunches from the smell. She knows you hate smoking and you know she doesn’t care.

“Sev,” you wave at the smoke, “do that in another direction.”

“What, it’s never bothered you before.”

“Well usually you aren’t this bitchy about it. This was your fifth time.”

She leans her elbow on the table and points to a couple off in the corner that are very obviously in their own world.

“I think you need half of that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking back to her.

“Romance?”

“No. Ignorance.”

You groan at her smug look. It was often she used strangers for entertainment.

“You’ve always been uptight, but you’re like what, 24 now?

“My birthday was last month, Sev, I’m 25.”

She huffs, “even worse.”

You ignored her comment, unintentionally continuing to look back at the couple Sevika pointed out earlier.

“They probably have some sort of exhibition kink if they’re making out like that out in public.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m not shaming them. They’re free to do so,” she says gruffly.

You wish to ignore her by watching the bold couple yet again. Sevika picks up her drink, holding it up to her mouths.

“I have the same freedom to do the same with you,” she says into her glass.

You choke, “what?”

She motions around you. At her movement, people’s eyes shifted away from you two.

“Not one person here could interject. It’d be a free show.”

You grimace, “you’re gross.”

“Okay,” she remarks, “then what doesn’t gross you out?”

You shift in your seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing such a topic in public. To think that people like the couple are so comfortable doing it in public shocks you to your core.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything outside of the basics. I don’t know what I would like.”

She goes quiet. The only sound between the two of you being her exhaling smoke. When the couple begins to strip clothing, you look away, cheeks reddening.

“You’re something,” she huffs, “I don’t know how you’ve gotten through a full night. You seem like the type to tuck your tail between your legs the second it starts to get heated.”

You face her completely, “absolutely not.”

“We both know how much of a liar you are.”

“Then do it.”

Your heart jumps at what you’ve told her. You pushed down reality, dismissing the depth of your words to just be plain sass talk. There’s no way it would actually, actually lead to anything.

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You were caved against the wall, barely able to breathe before she was kissing you again. She reached under your thighs and lifted you with an ease that made you ache.

She found your bedroom, laying you down atop of your bed. When she strips her shirt, you break eye contact almost instantly.

“Eyes on me or we stop.”

You bring your eyes back to her, but only having after fidgeting with your necklace. It’s the only thing grounding you as she quite literally strips naked. Her hands come to rest on your knees, practically engulfing them.

“Thought you said you absolutely got past this part with confidence?”

“Maybe if you were better I’d—“ you cut yourself off with a surprised sound when she pulls you onto your back. Your legs dangle off the bed, your core pressed against her waist.

“You liked that didn’t you?”

She holds your thighs, leaning her body over yours to kiss you into the mattress. Your sound gets muffled against her lips, hands wrapping around her shoulders.

She runs a hand down your thigh, her thumb hooking under your pants. You give her a shallow nod and she promptly peels the fabrics off you.

“All I’ve done is kiss you and you’re already wet.”

You want to hide, hands messing with her hair to distract from the shame creeping inside you. She drags a few fingers through your folds before circling your clit. You bit at your bicep in an attempt to drown your moan.

“Don’t,” she brings your arms over your head, holding them with a single hand.

She presses a finger into you and you can’t help the way you shutter, pressing your face into the bedding beside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” she says right before going ahead and adding another.

“Sev—“ you pant, “wait.”

She angles her fingers up, thumb pressing on your clit. You shut your eyes, back arching to press yourself further onto her fingers.

“Such a slut,” she murmurs.

She doesn’t wait, a third finger pressing its way into you. You struggle against her hand holding you down.

“It’s too much,” you babble, “don’t—“

“You really want me to stop?”

You breath a quick no, taking a few extra second to form a coherent sentence.

“I just want to touch you.”

Your wrists burn, bruises already beginning to appear when she releases them. She removes her fingers from inside you as well. She coos at your whine. Her body almost completely detaches itself from you. You sit up in curiosity and the sight again had you avoiding eye contact.

Sevika sits beside you, grabbing your hips and helping you to startle her thighs. She kisses you, your teeth clashing.

“This okay,” she asks to which you responded with a nod. She lines her strap with your entrance and pulls your hips down until it begins to make you wince.

“Can’t even fit the whole thing. What were your partners before this doing?”

You circle your hips to try to fit it all before she gets a bit impatient and fits the rest with a thrust of her hips. You scratch at her bicep, breath caught in your lungs.

“You can take it, you have before.”

“No,” you whine, “—can’t you just—.”

“If you want to be a pillow princess you shouldn’t have gotten into bed with me.”

She leans back, hands resting on the bedding instead of where you want them to.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I need you so bad.”

“So useless. Have to do everything.”

Your eyes pick with tears from relief or embarrassment or both. She flips you back to your original position and thrust into you roughly. Small moans leave you with every thrust.

“Fucking whore, made for nothing but this.”

The tears build, eventually spilling over. At this point your mind is nothing but her. The way she’s breathing, the way she’s snapping her hips into yours, the way she’s egging you on. It’s too good.

“Oh!—’m close,” you whimper.

The force of her hips pushing into yours, her finger on your clit brings you over the edge with her name on your lips.

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[moodywyrm]

cannot stop thinking of sevika and just how fucking strong she is. she could easily pick up a big girl and bounce you on her strap. the metal arm would wrapped around your waist, digging into you so she has it covered by the fabric of her lil capelet, while her human hand is between holding on to your ass, spreading you apart so that you drip down the thick dark purple strap, pushing and pulling as she bounces you so that you get friction on your swollen, needy lil clit. she'd be so fucking mean about it too.

"that's it, fucking bounce on it pretty girl"

"you like it when I hold you up like this? like how I can do whatever I want to you? pretty fucking slut"

but you both know the second she starts to cum she's pressing your back into a wall, both hands under your thighs so she can fuck into you with the added security that she's not gonna fall the second her knees start to give out because you're just so fucking pretty falling apart on her cock like this. she'll be whining and squeezing at you, leaving bruises on your thighs, completely under your spell because she's so fucking enraptured by you.

ohhhhhh man I can't stop thinking about her I'm gonna scream.

#arcane sevika #sevika smut #sevika x reader #sevika x reader smut

[ffiahh]

sundresses (or ditsy dresses) make vi and sevika go (disrespectfully) feral, especially on curvier and fatter bodies

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[nyctophiliq]

✮ — MOMMY OR DADDY? ; sevika, renata glasc, cassandra, ambessa, grayson, vayne, samira

minors dni; afab reader. nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, suggestive themes, mommy and daddy kink,

moss' notes; you might not see eye to eye with my headcanons or characteristics that i defined as being more mommy or more daddy, but please enjoy this nonetheless!

first laying some grounds for the criteria of what i define or use as characteristics for deciding who is more mommy and who is more daddy. THIS FIC IS NOT ABOUT ROLE PLAY, IT'S ABOUT THE KINK !

— MOMMY

mommies are more nurturing, they utter kind words to cherish, care for and protect you, help or courage whatever your dreams or goals are. they are good at telling you how they feel, and although they might take some convincing to do so, they are open about their feelings so the two of you can work any problems or discomfort out quickly and as effectively as possible. they are protective like a mother figure, they don't just protect you from physical harm with their words but would rather lie for you than have you in any conflict. she often tries to take interest in your interest, maybe look after it, and suggests making time with her regarding that interest. they are so affectionate you might get sick of them, and they express their emotion overbearingly which might cause you to think they are being clingy and overshooting the point of validation.

— DADDY

daddies have a harder time expressing their emotions, either because they are closed off or are afraid they won't appear as strong in your eyes as they originally deemed you see them. they would rather see you in jail as a cause of teaching you a lesson than have you get away with murder. they are protective like a father figure, and they use physical force if they need to so to not see you harmed. they rather show their feelings through physical touch rather than uttering sweet words to you out loud. she often shows you her current hyper fixation, trying to rope you into the loop of it and convince you to make plans with her while she had already had you confined to a chair just doing that. they might seem distant because of their lack of showing their emotions and you might rule them ignorant, cold, and uncaring of how you are but that is not true! they care about you deeply, they just have a hard time verbalizing it.

— sevika ˖⁠♡

sevika is a person who won’t hesitate to kill anyone for you and then ask for a reward, say that you should thank her in whatever way you see fit. she strings you along like a puppet to get you wherever she wants you, and persuade you to do things with her or for her. she won’t cross a line, that is something you can be certain about, but she will say some words that you might not all favor. she acts daddy, with all her aggressive words and moves, walking tall and proud, ready to give out some slaps to keep those around her in place. behind closed doors, she is less demanding and less of a “tough guy” but still not enough to give in to her gentle emotions and rant about how much she loves you. she is a person who picks a play time partner by how fun it will be, that she gets the most out of it but not with you, not anymore, she is ready to settle just doesn’t know how. call her daddy, she will like it! she will be even more proud of herself, hearing you call her such a thing gives her a newer perspective and opens up the vulnerable side of her knowing that you trust her like this.

“got ya a pretty present, princess! it’s your favorite, i went through real trouble to get it so you gotta thank it later, alright? come with me to that game i told ya about?”

— cassandra ˖⁠♡

she is a true mommy, the fittest of them all, if not for being a mom already, then because she would have a feel for being it. she carries herself around with not only presitge but with the kind of gaze that you know she cares about those who are around her. the councilwoman will pay extra attention to whatever interests you and share some of her tips for saving money so you can do more of your hobby. she won’t be too explicit about her affection towards you out in public, but behind closed doors she utters the most beautiful of compliments, calls you her sweetest girl, that no wealth can compare to you. cassandra will need a little time to warm up to the idea of being a mommy in a sexual context and that it means that she takes care of you in a different kind of sense rather than the usual mom duties.

“my sweetest girl, surely there is non i can help you with right now? say to word and i am taking you home, you don’t really have to be around here if you don’t like. i take you home, we have lunch, play a little maybe, or just sit around, hm?”

— renata glasc ˖⁠♡

renata is the perfect definition of a mommy, without a question. she has the means to support you financially, the power and influence to help you reach your wildest dreams. she loves spoiling you, be it your favorite food, snack, or something you have wanted and just mentioned to her that you planned to buy it. she likes checking in on you if not hourly, either she appears or one of her most trusted fellows, making sure you are well and content. this might sound possessive and it is, but she is just so terrified of something happening to you while she is not there, she would rather hear you complain than not hear you at all. she might be a little closed off, a tad bit embarrassed about how she has a liking for being called mommy but that shouldn’t stop you from calling her that, she will click into the rhythm very soon and will call herself mommy, playing along.

“have you had a good day? my day was like usual, work towering high but i got you something because i knew my darling would be very fond of it. go ahead… open up, don’t make me wait too long.”

— ambessa ˖⁠♡

ambessa rather punch a hole through a wall, start another war, or begin her angered rant about some fool that tried to wife her before talking about her truest feelings. there are no such things as emotions in front of her people, she is a warlord, and she is supposed to be scary rather than scared. she is fearless, a true warrior, and a really hard nut to crack- ambessa is the perfect definition of a daddy. while she adores the title of being a daddy to you, but she would much appreciate it if you’d address her as mistress or warlord, but she is fit for a daddy whenever you feel like calling her one. she can be cruel sometimes, making you practice the sort of skills of survival that piltover no longer sees necessary, shedding blood and coerce you into taking a life, prove her if it comes to it you can protect yourself. ambessa can’t admit out loud that she is starved for being touched and so she sometimes can go overboard with physical attention, just give her a hug out of the blue and she will be thinking about it for the rest of her life.

“is there anything you don’t do for me, my girl?

— grayson ˖⁠♡

grayson’s shell radiates the typical daddy vibes, a person who is afraid to commit to their feelings and would rather gift you something than tell you how much she loves you. but grayson isn’t really a daddy, she is a mommy without a doubt. she is very protective of you, and would risk her job even if you think that’s silly, she would lie instead of seeing you behind bars, and not without reason. she might not be the wealthiest person, being an enforcer isn’t the highest-paying job, but her connections can help you to climb some ladders if needed. grayson has never been a mom, the closest she got was maybe training caitlyn and when you call her mommy for the first time it’s just something she gets drunk off of and becomes a little addicted. she is overbearingly loving, can’t stop calling you sweet pet names and tell you how pretty you are, how she can’t get over the fact that she finally can settle down and not be afraid of taking a bigger step in her life alone.

“dearest of mine, i am sorry for being late, but this job… thankfully i am staying home, like it or not. what about if we go around the city, visit your favorite café for an afternoon sweet?”

— vayne ˖⁠♡

shauna needed no introduction to the name calling, although she started out calling herself daddy which is very understandable. she is closed off, not at all willing to let anyone be emotionally close to her due to her fear of them being taken away once again. she does appear to be on the daddy side because of her need for vengeance, the way she fights, talks, and lives her everyday life but soon will grow into the more mommy side of her personality. shauna will always be a mommy, she just needs a little more time to really appreciate being called one. with the space left for her she will be more open, now you won’t need to use those clues you picked up along the way to understand how she is feeling because she will tell you herself how she feels.

“my moon, the night is still not clear of the demons but i will never let them take you, i would never ever let that happen. if it means that i have to give up hunting them, then be it, as long as i can keep you safe.”

— samira ˖⁠♡

samira is the person who if caught in the right moment can be very open about her feelings and won’t shut you out or shut down as soon as she realizes she is getting weaker and weaker with each word she utters. her appearance, her strong frame, the clothes she wears, and the way she talks all scream mommy. being called mommy would be a new thing for her, she had never really thought about this kind of thing, but then not a lot stayed with her as long as you have. samira might be a fighter, a woman who brings both a gun and a sword to a fight, spreading herself thing but don’t forget about her just because she looks so put together, mommies can hide their emotions well.

“habib albi, my sword is not a pretty toy to play with, at least not like this! you are gonna cut yourself, can’t have you bleeding my pretty girl. gotta keep you safe, okay?”

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[sevikasfav]

Imagine being a homemaker for Sevika.

CW: NSFW 

You hearing the door open, heavy footsteps echoing through the halls. You walk through the house to see her, before smiling and reaching forwards to take off her cape and hang it up. You kissed her cheek with a ‘Welcome home baby,’ in such a sweet tone that it makes the worse of days better.

You let her shower and freshen up, the sight of her in her nightly attire stroking a heat inside you. You let her sit on the couch before handing her a glass of her favorite liquor and then straddling her, stroking her cheek.

“Hard day?” You asked, looking at Sevika with sympathy in your eyes. She takes a swing of the drink, before replying ‘Somewhat’ with a gruff tone in her voice that made you feel.

“You should allow me to make you feel better,” You pouted, rubbing her shoulders and leaning in seductively. Sevika smiled wickedly as you slid off the couch and onto your knees. She allowed you to tug on her waistband, before lifting her hips up so you can pull her pants down her legs. You let the underwear slide down as well, now revealing what you really wanted to see.

Sevika spread her legs, you waiting for her permission, unbelievably turned on. She lets out a gruff, “Go ahead,” and you not wasting a second before opening your mouth so you can lick at her slit. She hisses above you, letting out a hitched breath when you latch onto her clit, sucking like it’s a piece of candy. She grabs your hair with a tight grip, as her orgasm approaches. She finally cums on your tongue with a gush, your reflexes allowing you to lap her up until she pulls you away from in between her legs.

“Fuck,” she looks down at your disheveled figure, your lips and chin covered with her slick; a trail of wetness connecting her folds and your lips. She released you, as you wipe your mouth; you being so very proud of yourself and smiling before saying;

“Dinner’s ready, I don’t want it to get cold.”

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[deblklesb]

[Angel of the small death — Sevika × Reader OneShot]

[ballet dancer reader, bodyguard Sevika, smut (MDNI)]

Summary: Being Silco's daughter it's not some simple thing, especially thinking about the necessity of being guarded at all times. When a conflict starts, Sevika, his best employee, becomes your main bodyguard. It turns out things escalate a little bit until you bout break the tension.

a/n: boy oh boy this is BIG and it took me more time than i expected. this was an anonymous request so i can't tag the person who did it, but i enjoyed writing this, thanks sm! I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy it, anon! 💗✨

cw: some violence (a loose member), blood, smut (cunnilingus, masturbation, fingering)

not proof read | 5.2k words

[reblogs are highly appreciated!]

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Living is such a weird concept; that's all you can think about as you look through the songs on your playlists, laying on the bed. Nothing seemed to draw your attention, the assignment of your last class in mind created an urge to find the answers to your inspiration. It was a good thing, exactly what you needed now, and you couldn't let it slip through your fingers. 

The plan was to show your teacher how capable you really were. Composition wasn't an easy thing, and even though you loved that subject the song was a major part to determine your next steps on that project. So you were searching restlessly, seeking for that high only an insight could provide, as fast as you could. 

You had to interrupt your plans, though, when the screen of your phone showed an incoming call. 

"Hi, dad", the other side of the line was weirdly messy, he usually tried to get a quiet place before calling you. 

"You need to go to my office. I see you there in ten minutes"

"Is everything okay?" You sat on the bed. His tone wasn't usual either. 

"I'll explain later. Now go." 

When Silco tells you to go, you go. 

The fact was that you didn't like your dad's work. All the illegal shit surrounded the places since you could remember, even if he tried hard to cover it in front of a kid. The whispers and smiles, usually opportunistics but also nervous, the feeling of being treated like a rare piece, the fear exhaling from people who knew what was happening but couldn't tell. You saw how everyone feared the slender, incisive man. 

For quite some time you thought you should fear him too. But, for better or worse, he was a different person when he was with you. And as you grew old, he started to explain the situations and dynamics to you, teach you things, show what you could have. In your late twenty's now, you could use a gun and threaten people using an infinite amount of goons, but you definitely rather not. 

Another thing he did was give you whatever you wanted. And some would say that wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't all that bad either. I mean, come on; he would let you go to the water park and in exchange you wouldn't miss behave, it was actually a very fair agreement. So he let you play with puppies when you were young, go out with your friends when you were a teenager and, most importantly, he'd encourage you to be a professional ballet dancer. 

Thinking about his honesty and open conversations, you entered the crowded building right before David, your bodyguard, ignoring the loud music, usual from a never ending night at The Last Drop. Since that was a common scenario for you, stopping to look around and enjoy the mood wasn't necessary. Your father's tone on that call was enough to make you walk upstairs, directly towards his office at the end of the hallway. 

Aside from what you feared, the scene in front of you was actually kinda unsettling. For sure he was a man that started to tell you stuff while you grew up, but a bloody finger on top of the table was new - it wasn’t attached to a body. Red stains on the wood were shining under the lights, contrasting too much with the green bathing the room due to the big glass window behind his desk. The finger had a cross tattooed on it and a golden ring, both now looking uncanny under the crimson that drew too much attention from you. 

“You didn’t have a tattooed finger before”, was all you could say, almost out of breath. 

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” 

Your eyes wandered around; there was the only unfamiliar thing, and still was capable of making you feel uncomfortable. It was a surprise for yourself, the girl who beat a school colleague at seven years old because she called you a bitch. Silco tried very hard not to congratulate you too much that day, speaking politely with the principal but also making a point of not allowing that other girl to get an apology from you; she was cursing you, not the other way around - and it wasn’t just because some childish argument, the fact that you were from Zaun made you a target of mean looks and disdain all around Piltover while growing up. That girl had it coming (a broken nose) and you got a popsicle. So, yeah, blood wasn’t that out of your reality, but for some reason that detached finger made you change the weight from one leg to the other, breathing deeply. 

“What happened?”

“Some idiot had the idea of snitching, we lost a guy who was in Rebecca's factory.” The well dressed man pointed to the bloody, sole body part. “This was her way of telling she found out about our plans”

“Point made, I guess”

“I just called you here so we could arrange things with David.” You frowned, looking over your shoulder to the serious, suited man behind. “I’m assigning someone else to guard you from now on. At least until this troublesome, unnecessary hostility ends”

“You’re trying to invade each other’s business, I’m pretty sure it’s not that unnecessary, dad”, the amount of discomfort was making you uneasy. That conflict was growing too much, a finger wouldn’t be the most alarming body part to appear around. 

As much as your dad had had numerous conflicts around, the tension between Glasc Company and your father’s business took a turn when Rebecca decided to sell drugs herself. Losing territory, the one he fought too hard to get, was very unpleasant.

So, with quick heartbeats and perspiring palms, you watched as your father gave David some papers and instructions. The tall guy nodded, turning and offering you a smile - probably for the second or third time, which made it look very off-putting for him. 

“It was very nice working for you. I never said a thing because it wasn’t part of the work”, it was more words than you’ve ever heard from him. His voice was different that you thought based on the monosyllabic answers he always gave. “but your book recommendations and songs were good. Thanks”

“Well, that’s more than I expected, I genuinely thought you hated me.” You chuckled. “It was nice having you around, David”

Then he left the room and you were left with your dad and that stupid finger, Silco seated on his couch and grabbed a cigar. “Aren’t you going to grab that finger? I thought it was rude to show it around for nothing”, you seated next to him. 

Even though your father wasn’t hurt, the aspect of where that war could lead to made you think about very violent and scary endings. He was a good criminal, but still a man, a mortal one.

“I need someone else to see it” He crossed his legs as you got closer, laying the head on his shoulder before he pulled you closer on a sided embrace. “She’ll come soon. Until then, tell me how your classes are.” 

He always did that, since you were a kid. Being on a college level didn’t make that much of a difference in his eyes, at least about that topic. He would listen to you talk about muscle pains and lame history classes, instrumental music, group dynamics and upcoming events. It was simple and chill, but it was his way of connecting with you in an area he didn’t know a lot about, aside from your yearly spectacles. 

“This new assignment seems tiring, darling” He observed. “But, like they say, break a leg. You will be just fine” 

Before you could make a joke about his use of theatrical sayings, the door swung open to reveal a tall, cloaked woman with short dark hair. The look on her face revealed dissatisfaction when she traveled it from the detached, bloody finger to you; the same you knew very well from everytime you both crossed paths. The same one you couldn’t forget for two days after receiving it. 

She just stood there, silent, hands on the side of her built body, looking directly at you as if she was waiting for something - or someone. You could involuntarily lose yourself under the grayish orbs, as much as you hated this fact, but an insight struck you. 

You backed off your father, turning to stare at him, not getting a single word in response. That must be a joke. 

“You can’t be serious”, the tone in your voice was almost desperate. He couldn’t be doing this, right? 

 “That finger points otherwise”

・・・・・・・・・・

Telling David you thought he hated you was a silly comment to cool the mood. Saying that Sevika probably hated you was an understatement. 

The first time you met she had just been hired and you both made a scene when she didn't believe you about being Silco's daughter. When your father introduced you officially, she just looked annoyed and bit back some unpleasant comment, knowing very well that it could cost her work. 

Since then, you haven't spoken peacefully with each other. She always had a snarky comment about your classes and the way you behaved - which, to be fair, she wasn't kinda wrong; every year you realized how stupid you could've been the year before, maturity didn't come out of nowhere. Sevika herself got more mature too. She was probably five years older than you and with much more life experience, but she wasn't the holder of all knowledge and could be very judgemental too. 

Putting you together wasn't a choice your father made for nothing. Sevika was his best employee. She fought better than anyone and would prioritize your safety at all costs, since it was her job now. That meant that if you wanted to go somewhere, Sevika had a saying on if you could go or not. If you wanted to visit a new place, it had to be checked before. If you wanted to stay up all night practicing in a studio you rented - because your apartment wasn't that big in order to not draw too much attention -, she had to be there and also get more people to guard the building. 

And that's exactly what was happening right now. 

A month since the finger incident, with Sevika being your bodyguard. She didn't look pleased. And you could say you weren't either… But that would be a massive lie. 

Because you liked her looks in your direction when you were getting out of classes, and you liked the way she rolled her eyes at your bad jokes, the ones you did solely to annoy her - you were very mature but you also loved to annoy her. You liked to stand next to her on coffee shop lines, instead of being in front of her, and you liked to dress better just so she could give you a look from head to toes whenever you got out of your apartment in the mornings. 

Honestly, who could judge you? 

You didn't realize those things until a week later after this whole shit started, when you tried to get off one night and accidentally imagine her. It was a very embarrassing moment and you forced yourself to sleep as soon as you got back from that high, but the image didn't fade away. The image of her towering you and kissing you, pressing her body against yours in the most desperate way. You got off imagining kisses and intimacy with Sevika. Not necessarily pornographic scenarios, no; just the thought of her lips on yours and how she would react when feeling you on her fingers, her face and the words she could say, the heavy breaths. That turned you on. The feeling of being so close you could feel the heat and your heart beat faster. 

You don't know what is the worst part: coming when imagining Sevika, or the fact that what got into your mind wasn't even that explicit. It was so simple, it made you pissed off about how she could affect you with so little. 

But it was just a fantasy, a distant and unrealistic one. She didn't like you. Right? 

Right. 

That ideas were fucking you up bit by bit. At this point it was difficult to practice, head far gone, not in the slightest focusing on that amazing song you got to choose - La Danse Macabre was one of your favorite pieces and fit the theme well in your vision. So you needed to compose a four  minute choreography and you have been practicing it for four weeks straight. You'd go from classes to the studio every day, staying up until late. Your feet hurt, your body was most definitely not that used to the extra effort, but it would be worth it. Not to brag, but it was kinda dope. 

So there you were, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to convey all the feelings you needed to: the sensuality of death, calling the viewer in the most subtle and dangerous way at first, but ending up being beautiful. 

Your body gesture had to be on point with the postures and the weight of the moviments, it wasn't easy the fact that you would present it alone. 

At some point, you didn't know when, you noticed Sevika on the corner next to the door. She was just there, quiet, looking at you. 

Her presence threw you off. You slipped a little, losing timing and concentration. "Fuck", you hissed. 

The song stopped when you reached your phone to pause it. Looking at the time, it had been three hours since you arrived. Your legs were sore and, honestly, the concentration was so little that just the image of that woman was enough to make you lose it. Tiredness and frustration got into you, making you sigh and turn to her. She didn't move an inch. 

"What are you looking at?" That sounded more harsh than you wished.

"I thought you were a dancer. They usually are looked at, anyways", she didn't seem to diminish anything there, or to bother by your tone. That fucking look she had, the one that told you how you wouldn't get anything from her; it was nerve-wracking. 

You thought you saw her eyes wandering through your body, but it probably was just some illusion. 

"Yeah, I guess so", you shrugged, trying not to notice her posture or to imagine her torso under that cloak. And shirt. Numerous thoughts came back; no, illusions. Fantasies. Sevika holding you and her breath against your skin, would the feeling of her torso under your palms be so pleasant? Would her lips be so good on yours? Would the warmth give you butterflies? "Do you like what you see?" 

The fact that you said "see" and not "saw" didn't click immediately; you weren't talking about the dance. 

Sevika gulped. She gulped while analyzing your body on that collant and pantyhose, thinking about how your would skin feel under her touch. How she wanted to hear you calling her name and gasping, while she tried to make you feel so good like you never felt. 

The looks weren't just your imagination. The way she noticed you dressing a little bit differently, that was real. And she'd spent the day trying to focus on her work and not laughing at your horrible jokes, or not feeling too good about you succeeding in your classes and beating all those snobs' pilties. She wanted to congratulate you about the choreography and say how she would follow you without question if you were death, because dying under your hypnotizing moves would be a blessing. 

She wanted to say how you could do whatever you wanted to her. 

So that question was so timely. The smirk on her full dark lips made you shiver, a feeling pooling on your stomach, anticipation. Gods help you, the need to kiss her was so fucking overwhelming now. 

"I do, actually", Sevika said. "I like it very much. It's a gorgeous view"

It could be all. That moment could end and you'd never mention it again, leave it like water under the bridge. But, oh, you wanted to drown. You wanted to drink that water, savor it, until that thirst ended. 

So you gave a step. And seeing her chest moving with a breath, you gave another. You walked towards her carefully, like she could escape any minute, and when you were finally close enough that pressure seemed to crush your chest, taking the air from your lungs. 

In your life it wasn't that many times you'd sweat before kissing someone. And yet there you were, palms perspiring because Sevika wasn't moving.

"Show me how you like it, then", you said. "I'm a physical, practical learner, by the way" 

She chuckled lightly, looking away and then to you again. That could literally cost her life or yours. 

You could be the angel of her small death, and Sevika would die happily. 

Throwing all the reasoning away, she finally touched you. She pulled you close and erased the space between your lips, poisoning herself in your taste and your tongue. Your mind flooded with stimuli: her lips and tongue, her shoulders under your hands, the weight of her touch on your hips, the imaginary scenes your mind created to make you ask yourself about what you both could do. 

The small moan that escaped between the kiss made her hold you tighter, dominating that moment with her need. Her hair felt soft, intertwined with your fingers, and the muscles pressing yours made your head spin. It must be a gift from the goddesses. 

It didn't matter the other guards outside of the room or the building, right now it was just you both. 

"Show me how you like it", you whispered, untying her cloak to reveal her strong torso and shoulders covered by the dark shirt. "How you'd like to take me"

She groaned, kissing you again and pulling you by the thighs, forcing you to wrap the legs around her as she walked to sit on a simple couch there. 

The feeling of her body under your touch was capable of numbing your thoughts, skin warm and scarred. Her kiss was so fucking intoxicating, consuming you from inside out while she grabbed your flesh. 

When her lips traveled through your chin and jaw, going to your neck, you sighed and moved the hips on her lap. Your fingers got the elastic off her hair, letting the strands fall loose around her face as you pulled back to look at the woman. The dark grayish eyes and the full lips, beautiful nose, that jawline, some scars around; Sevika was so pretty it took your breath away. 

"I don't think you want to spend all the time looking at me, princess", she murmured and her voice made all your body respond. The smirk added to her movements to lose your hair from the high bun; fuck, you were out of words. "What? Did the cat get your tongue?" 

"I'll look at you a lot later", you finally said, fingers caressing her features as she analyzed you closely. "Now I really need you to handle me around" 

Sevika's smug was something so intimate to you, something that, you swear, could make you go insane. 

She pulled the straps of your leotard, eyes still glued to your reactions as the cool air reached your nipples, making you sigh. Without wasting any more time, Sevika held you by the waist with the prosthetic hand and used the other to play with one breast. A warm tongue tasted the other one, and she was so careful to let you feel every inch of that contact. You felt that throbbing between your legs more intensely the more she twisted the muscle, savoring, tasting. Her thumb and index finger played with the free nipple, shivers across your body making you breathe heavily with the sensations. 

Your hands worked on feeling every muscle you could, hips moving because the sensations spreading from between your legs through your body were getting more and more prominent. Her tongue was soft, but your attention got divided by the cool prosthetic hand pulling the leotard. You didn’t want to separate from her, but you had too. 

Sevika kept looking at your body as you pulled away, getting up between her strong legs. And she analyzed as you started to take off the clothes and the pointe shoes. Being under her sight like that was something else, you could feel your heart beating across your whole body, getting heated and desperate. Her demeanor, the laid back posture, spread legs and trenchant look got you wanting to get on your knees. And that’s what you did. 

Throwing the fabric pieces away, you started to unbelt her pants and pull the zip down while squatting and kneeling. She’d stare at you, at your easy hands and light touches going especially fast to open the clothing. The contrast between this and the way you looked at her could make her go impatient, but she held back the instinct to do everything on her time when seeing the hunger growing in you. 

“I thought you wanted me to handle you”, she smirked while raising the hips to take away the pants, after doing the same with her shoes. You helped, caressing the muscular thighs with admiration in your mind. Fuck, she was so beautiful. 

“And I hope you do”, you kissed the right thigh, trailing up slowly until you reached her crotch. Under the shirt you saw her abdomen contracting in response and the chest expanding with her heavy breaths. “Never rode someone’s face?” You smirked, right hand touching the side of her body, up and down. 

As you imagined, she then proceeded to lean in your direction while a hand grabbed you by the, now, loose hair. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make you throb and, for sure, get more wet. When she noticed your reaction was positive something shifted. Her pupils blown, and you could notice the mood changing by the glit in her eyes. 

She got so close the tip of your noses bumped, silence crushing you while she made sure you wouldn’t falt back. And then, you could swear, Sevika got a bigger hunger in her. “Finish taking this shit off”, she said. 

You needed a second as she laid back again. She arched an eyebrow as a cue for you to pull the boxers off, and as much as you tried you didn’t paid a single fuck to where that piece of fabric went. Not when Sevika drew you closer with a single ministration through your head, pulling you to her core as your heart beat faster.

She was wet and, fuck, she looked so appealing. Your mouth watered as you rested the hands on her bare thighs. 

“Tongue out”, you obeyed. 

Sevika finally pulled one last time and a satisfied, low sound got out of you, as you finally tasted her. And, oh, she was delicious.

Her hips started to move, the vision from that angle would never fade from your mind. She was enjoying this, dragging her core on your tongue, holding you there so you couldn’t leave, using you to her pleasure. And your mind was getting too crowded with that much information in the best way. Your pussy clenched when she moaned low, nipples somehow getting even harder to the point of hurting. Her taste was being scattered around your mouth and you wanted to be there for your whole life. 

“Flat your tongue”, and you did, with a rush that made her smirk. Her abs would flex with her movements, so as her thighs. 

Having Sevika riding your face was something so heavenly, so divine. You almost envied those girls in the brothel, who could get to do it so much, but then you'd remember that this woman was so worked up already because of you.  

Her bud against your palate, the juices going on your lips and chin, the expressions due to the pleasure that came to bestow her, the loose hair falling on her face and the muscles contracting. The little wet sounds of your tongue against her core made the situation more erotic, and at some point you started to move the muscle that was in contact there. It drew a moan from Sevika, who was using the left arm to sustain her weight while she rubbed herself on you, seeking pleasure. 

The more the seconds went by, the more Sevika loosened herself. She started to fault in her moves, twitching and spasming as her dark gray eyes ate the sight of you so eagerly tasting her. A small moan escaped, followed by a growl and her legs spreading more. 

Your hands flew to her breasts under the shirt, palming the warm flesh, searching for her nipples as you hummed against her core. The vibrations pleased her. 

The way you started to flick your tongue heavily got the tall woman groaning and pressing your head harder against herself. You saw the frown and the way her eyes rolled before closing, her body tensing, the shaky and sharp breaths as you felt her getting excessively wet. 

"Fuck–!" She gasped, a smirk on her full, attractive lips. "So good, princess", her words were as smooth as the caresses the woman made on your hair, still spasming everytime your tongue drew on her swollen bud. 

The flavor was divine; you thought as you palate went on her entrance. The fact that you could taste her forever made you hotter, eager, needier. 

Sevika leaned and pulled you again, making you sulk a little at the distance from that heavenly position. But then she got you back on her lap, against her chest, legs open. 

Even though no one else was there, you felt exposed. As if your secret were being revealed and, suddenly, the whole world could watch as your most recent forbidden fantasies played out. 

The way she held you there, prosthetic hand under a knee as the other one traveled around your naked body, creating heat paths on your skin. Her lips distribute kisses along your neck and shoulder, taking sighs from you. And underneath all of it was an overwhelming heartbeat that got you panting at the sensation of her touch going south. 

"Shit, you're dripping", she whispered, getting your attention. You turned to look at her, lips parted brushing on hers as her fingers went from your entrance to your already sensitive clit. "Got so worked up just from me riding your face?" 

"Yes…" 

Her digits, soaked, rubbed smoothly on your bud. You rested a hand on her hair, the other playing with your nipples as she tortuously stimulated your core. 

"So good… Do you get that wet when you touch yourself thinking about me?" 

You froze, eyes wandering around her face just to capture that smug. Despite that, Sevika didn't stop. She kept working on you, massaging your whole cunt, getting her own palm full of your moistures as you felt yourself throb. "I heard you one night. You didn't even notice you called my name, uh?"

Shit.

You actually did. With her on the other side of the door, you kinda expected that you had said it lower than it actually was, and that she hadn't listened to it that night. But it seems like life wouldn't let it pass.

"So now" Sevika kissed you, pecking on your lips as her fingers concentrated on your sensitive bud. "Let me hear you. Loud and clear" 

Her ministrations were making you move your hips. Everything started to be too much, her breath against your skin, the cold of the prosthetic hand and the air. You wanted to give in entirely, wishing you were at home so she could rail you on your bed. She increased the speed, having your moans growing bit by bit. 

It felt good. Too good. You kept messing with your own breasts, eyes rolling with your hips and her hand, feeling that high approaching. 

"Getting all loosen up and relax for me, I might as well fuck you again tonight, princess", she hissed, taking a small smile for you as two of her fingers pressed and got inside of you. 

You moaned more languidly as she moved with ease, in and out smoothly due to how wet you were. And it didn't take long until you felt that pull in your stomach, clenching around her digits and gasping, whining, a hand full of her hair as you moved without control. 

The climax made you arch your back, her fingers came back to circle on your clit again as you trembled and murmured some incomprehensible words. Throbbing and spasming; that woman made you so full of desire it was ridiculous. 

"Gorgeous", Sevika whispered, kissing your neck as you came down from your high, breathing deeply and feeling your body floating on her lap. 

"That was some stupid shit", you chuckled, panting. 

Her hands closed your legs and helped you turn a little so you could rest on her prosthetic arm and look better at her. Some sweat drops were on her forehead and the side of her neck, the dark skin glowing a bit. 

"I learned a lot today, thanks", the woman laughed, accepting your touch on her face. "It was very delightful" 

"I'm glad I could provide you some knowledge", her right hand rested on your thighs, thumb caressing your skin. "I hope on the future you can teach me how to make your fantasies come true"

At that, your core sent a shiver through your body, heat rising slightly. "Maybe someday I'll tell you"

Sevika nodded as you rested the head on her shoulder. She felt warm. Was it wrong to want her on your bed? 

"I'll look forward to it" 

・・・・・・・・・・

Your body was full of energy right now, the feeling of being on top of the world consuming you from inside out. It was almost possible to feel every molecule vibrating, twisting your guts. 

"Call another guard", you murmured to Sevika discreetly while passing by her. 

She followed you outside the building of Art classes, looking around as usual. The car was waiting, following the time established by orders. 

The whole way to your apartment was silent. Your class came back to memory, the sensation of finally presenting the piece you've been planning for weeks now. The music took you away and, during those notes that reverberated on your flesh, no one was there. Just you and the music, working together. And it didn't feel real when your teacher congratulated you with a smile on her fine lips; she wasn't the type of teacher to smile that much. That meant a lot. It was huge actually. 

But before telling anyone, you wanted to let all this energy flow to something else. To somebody else. 

So you waited until a knock on your bedroom door, and you saw her getting inside carefully, confusion on her face as you asked her to sit by a corner. 

Resting on your bed, heartbeat increasing, you moistened your lips. "Do you wanna know what else I fantasized about?"

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[dividers by @froopis]

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[thehoundwrites]

Forgive me Father

MDNI - NSFW 18+

Note: Priest!Sevika x fem!reader basically you go to church one night and end up in the confession booth with Father Sevika, sevika is not a good priest, goes to bars, sleeps around, drinks, smokes, and gambles.

Tw: nsfw, relgion, smut, Fingering (vaginal), body worship, size kkinks, punishments, manhandling, spanking, Preist/Father kink, uniform kink, power dynamics, Degradation, praise, dirty talk, humiliation, public sex(?)

Word count: 3,176

Even when the sun was set, and the moon peered from behind the buldings. The sun persisted, fighting to stay in the pinkened sky and yet the streets looked the same. Strangers that stood on the sidewalks of your not so busy town still chatted as their voices got lower and lower drowned out by the hum in your headphones. It was a bustling night however, and you even recognized some faces when they smiled as you walked by. As if on instinct you’d give them a small polite smile back and  in an attempt to avoid any conversations you so desperately didn't want to have, so you decided to put your other earbud in to drown out the unwanted buzz. The air was dull however as the talking died down and everyone had returned home or were on their way, the pink and orange sky turning darker. It wasn’t a fearful dark, since you always took the same route after work everyday, left, left straight for a bit left, right boom home. It was always the same. 

The only change up in your life was when you got invited out clubbing with your friends. Most of them loved to part as much as the next guy, you all found yourselves in a new adventure and whichever guy who was unlucky enough to end up flirting with you ended up with a bruised ego. Your friends knew enough to talk you out of giving him actual bruises, fortunately.

It was content, and calm. But seemingly bland.

You were heading home from work now tonight, your nerves relaxed as you blared the music of your headphones into your ears. "Pink rover, pink rover please send the coward over, and if he starts to holler but a knife up to-" you always tend to get lost within your mind. Music playing lets you escape from reality, although you really should pay more attention to your surroundings. Like now, your shoulder collided with something hard. Someone’s arm you noticed when you took an earbud out to apologize, looking up to whichever poor soul that had to deal with you trying to bulldoze them. And to your surprise stood a woman in a dark cassock, her posture leaning over you a bit. As you noticed her hand curled around your arm, her palms were very big against your bare skin and her fingers nearly long enough to wrap around your entire wrist. "That was an awfully crude song you were singing, my child." You couldn't help it, your eyes were wondering. The black of her could clung to her shoulders so you could see the curves of her muscles, you could see her perfect torso but the coat hung loose around her legs, you couldn’t help but to wonder if beneath the loose drapes were as chiseled as the parts you could make out.

But it seems she noticed your lack of response and took advantage of the silence and invited you inside. 

"Why don't you come in for the sermon, perhaps God brought you here for a reason" she said her gray eyes looked kind, with an intense stare that almost made you melt. You thought she could read your mind for a moment, you didn't know if you wanted her to or not at the moment either.

"Sure, sounds fun" you mocked undecided on attending, waiting simply for her response, you realized her large hand had made its way up your arm to grip your shoulder lightly. "The answer to that would be, Yes Father." She said dark lips curling up and her eyebrows raised, face a bit to yours for comfort. So close that you could smell the putrid smoke of her cigarette in her breath. You gulped your body starting to shudder, a bit.

You felt your cheeks heating up a bit, you weren't sure about the signals, but God you wanted to be on your knees worshiping her. You decided what you had to lose. It's not like you had much respect for churches anyways why should you care if you embarrass yourself. 

"Of course Father, anything you want." You smiled sweetly, your eyes wide at staring at her lips wondering what they felt like on yours, imagining her black lipstick smearing across your skin.

"Good girl" she replied, placing her hand in the middle of your back, guiding you inside,  your jaw clenched and you felt like your ability to breathe was taken away by every touch. 

The two of you walked in silence down the aisle between the pews, you could feel your heart pounding  "It should start in a moment, please take a seat upfront." It seemed you were already in front of everyone, not realizing you had made it all the way across the room. Luckily not many  parishioners had decided to sit in the front pews however. 

"Yes father" you replied,  going to sit down, patting down your short skirt. With your dark clothing, black skirt, collar and ripped nylons you didn't feel like you belong here. You could swear everyone was judging you the moment you walked inside. 

Before the priest had let go of your back she whispered "Keep your legs open for me, princess." Your eyes widened a bit at her brashness. You went silent, licking your lips as your mouth felt incredibly dry all of a sudden. 

"Okay…" you were able to mumble out quietly. Your heart started pacing faster than you thought possible as you sat down, the tingling in your core happy to have some pressure. You'd realized your knees were weak ever since you felt her hand on you. The scent of cologne and smoke tickled your nose still squirming a bit and realizing Father had already started her eyes looked at you for a moment watching you squirm under her glare. Her eyes glanced down to your shoes and you remembered your legs were supposed to be open. Slowly you opened your thighs, eyes glued to the priest, she seemed pleased. Or you assumed by the smirk that grew across her face as she turned to greet everyone.

"Good evening Father Sevika" 

So Sevika was the Father's name, huh?

You kinda stopped listening after that though, you did try to pay attention. You zoned out after a while, and brought your phone out putting a headphone in. Your legs were still wide. The cold air from the air-conditioner had you squirming a bit trying to get relief. You felt hot even though your skin was ice cold. Maybe showing this much skin is actually a bad idea. Not for the reasons they tell you though, goosebumps were covering your skin. Your music started playing finally "I'm not fazed, only here to sin, If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can.. Call me by your name-" you brought back into church when you heard a specific word come out of Father Sevikas mouth as she addressed her parishioners, you pulled your earbud out to listen. 

"And in Mathew 5:28 But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his" her eyes wander over the crowd until the intense eyes met you, legs still hung open for her as she studied your body so intensely, you thought you were gonna melt, and she could probably see the wet spot growing in your panties. 

Sevika went on smiling at the crowd as if she wasn't just undressing you in her mind.

Thankfully the sermon was over sooner than you thought. You noticed the church grew quiet and you bowed your head with them simply so you wouldn’t stand out even more than you already did, a moment later everyone began to leave and you stood with them quietly as they paced and and you watched the father dismiss the last stragglers. 

And you approached her and the two people talking to her waiting for your turn, they said their goodbyes and began to head out. 

"May I confess something, Father." 

Sevika's eyes stared down at you grey eyes studying you expression as you tried to fein your best innocent, desperate look you could. Her eyebrows scrunched a bit and you could see her cheeks move a bit clenching her jaw. "As you wish, follow me child."

You did, you followed her into another room. And the booth was not what you expected; it looked like an oversized dresser with curtains. "God is forgiving my child, please confess thy sins so that I may offer you penance." 

You looked at her for a moment, you were hoping you could say it right to her face, that this entire time she'd been up there you'd been imaging all the ways she should fuck you let your hand trail up those perfect arms as she tried her best to resist the temptation, so you could see the way she would look at you. So you coils see those gorgeous gray eyes darken glaring at you like she would eat you alive. 

"Do you know what to do my child, or shall I teach you" 

"I've never done this before." You said quietly before she placed a hand on your back. 

"Simple, go inside and kneel. Confess thy sins unto our creator and beg for forgiveness." She wasn't looking at you though.

It didn't sound simple. 

"Yes Father" 

"Good girl" 

You did as you were told, moving behind the curtain and kneeled. You weren't quite sure how to start so you just went with what you've heard before. 

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." You said, your hands against the edge of the room holding yourself still, the skin of your knees pressing into polished wood beneath you and it started to hurt. 

"I've never used a confession booth before and I’m sorry for that. I ask for your forgiveness for my greed, my unfaithfulness, my lust. I've drank so much in my life, I swear, I use your name in vain. But mostly I need forgiveness for my behavior. I've been partying so much, hooking up without any second thoughts. I know you teach that our bodies are a temple that we must abstain until marriage, but women are so gorgeous lord, you made them irresistible. Even your priest here. Father Sevika, my mind has been lusting for her since I bumped into her. I was hoping she was going to have me confess on the pews. I wanted to watch her face as confessed how badly I wanted her to fuck me. that I wanted her to look into my eyes, and watch me undress for her. That I'd get on my knees and worship her like a God… excuse my language…" you snorted you couldn't even keep your face straight anymore. 

"Her eyes are so intense, I felt myself melt from the heat, her hands felt so big on my back, I wanted her hands to go further, to smack my ass to grab my chin and-" the curtain whipped open behind you and made you stop dead in your tracks. You were facing the opposite direction but luckily you were able to stand before she stepped inside.

"Do you think this is a joke?" 

You began to turn around and when you did she was extremely close boxing you in the booth she had to duck a bit as you felt your back press against the jagged wall behind you. 

"No Father I-" 

"I do not care for excuses, I do not allow pretty girls to act like sluts around me without some repercussions".

"Reprecuss-?" 

She didn’t look mad, infact her face oozes arrogance. She stood tall, completely eliminating your ability to leave her arms on either side of you. An eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips, satisfied by the surprise and fear in your eyes at her sudden actions.

 

You felt her hands on your hips as she turned you to face the wall, the front of your torso against the wood pulling your ass out towards her. You felt her breath on the back of your neck, it sent chills down your spine. Her large hands trailing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs rough calloused fingers curling around the hem of your underwear, her short nails scratching a bit of your skin. 

“What? Isn’t this what you wanted?” You felt her dark lips press to the nape of your neck, her hand groping your ass. 

You felt her pants press against the skin of the back of your thigh, your underwear barely covering any skin. Her hand was warm against your skin. 

“Father, please,” you whispered.

“That’s not what I told you to say.” She growled in your ear, a sharp ‘whap’ sounded as you felt a sting on your ass. 

“The answer is ‘Yes father’, and when I spank you. You say ‘Thank you father.’ When I'm inside you, you say ‘Please, Father’. Do you understand?” She asked her lips trailing down your back hot skin teasing your skin as she trailed downward. Her other arm at the side of your head palm flat against the wood keeping you in place. 

“Yes Father” 

She spanked you again, harder. 

“Good girl” 

Your eyes squinted shut your face scrunching.

“Thank you, Father” You choked as her hand rang against your skin again. She smacked you a couple more times and you thanked her as you were told until you moaned it out, in which she stopped. You felt her hand and body leave your body. 

You wanted to look back but you didn't have the nerve your chest was heaving. 

All of a sudden you felt her body press yours against the walls, muscles pressing against your back hard wood jutting into your stomach as her teeth grated against your ear. “Are you fucking enjoying this? You're fucking filthy aren’t you princess.” She asked, gripping your sides, pressing her pelvis against your back, her fingers dipping in between your thighs. 

“Ahh, Yes father. Please..”

“That's right, beg for me.” Her finger began to toy with your clit, messaging it harshly holding your body still with her other hand, her thumb teasing your pussy, the tip of her thumb barely pressing inside but barely. Brushing agonizingly at the sensitive skin right inside of you. 

“P- Please Father”

“God youre so fucking wet, you like this? Getting fucked in church. You must feel so special, are you? Or do you just slut yourself out to anyone who you think could make you cum?”

“Father I-”

“I asked you a question.” She snarled her grip tightening, it felt harsh enough to bruise. 

“Mhmm- not everyone. You’re just so attr-Ahh.”

You were cut off by her shoving a thick finger inside you roughly, her pace was fast as she pumped in and out of you, your panties pulled to the side, and her clothed leg in between the two of yours, her dress shoe hooked around your ankle to keep your leg in place. 

“I didn't tell you to stop.” She huffed, her raspy voice hung lower now, you could tell she was starting to get out of breath. 

“Ahh- please father, you just looked so good standing there- you are so big and domminent, I thought you would fuck me until I went dumb for you Father.”

“Yea- you want me so bad you’d slut yourself out in church. That if you flirted enough with the priest that you’d get fucked like the little whore you are, huh?” You felt her smirk against your shoulder as she curled her finger right at your sweet spot and your legs nearly gave out. 

“C’mon princess you can take it can’t you” 

“Yes Father, Please, Please God you feel so good- Fuck- Please father” 

You couldn’t help but to give in completely, you were completely at her mercy. 

She added another finger and you clenched around her, her pace quickened. She felt big inside you, even with only two fingers, her hands were large. You felt her lean over you, her lips nearly grazing your cheek as her hot breath hit your face. “You sound divine, keep begging and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yes Father!” You were desperate, you needed her so bad, her fingers pumped faster inside of you, the hand on the wall gone as you felt her breath hitch against your skin, you assumed you knew where it went. There was a string of pleas and mumbling “Father” Each time you did you could feel yourself growing closer and closer the knot in your stomach tensing your legs stiffening as you tried to hold yourself up. “Fuck please I’m so close, please father”

“The cum for me princess, Give in. ” She closed the gap this time you could feel the hard skin of her abs against your back, her other hand reached around and pressed on your stomach right above your waist, it was a bit wet before it trailed down to your clit adding the sensation you needed. You began to squirm your hips, moving in rhythm with her hands moaning out her name. She didn’t stop after that, she fingered you through your orgasm until you were leaning on her for support, unable to stand on your own. “Give me one more baby girl, I know you can.”

She continued to finger fuck you until you came again, her hands wet with your slick. She pulled out slowly letting you drip all over your thighs, her hands supporting your body as she pulled your panties back into place. 

She gave you a moment. “You’ll come back next sunday then? You can get on your knees for me next time.” She said, waiting for you to catch your breath, her lips brushing against the skin behind your ear. 

When you could you turned around out of her grasp and leaned your back against the wall. “Wouldn’t it be a sin to worship you?” You teased lightly, still a bit out of breath. “It is, however its still tempting-” she said, stepping in closer to her lips near yours. “Isn’t it?” The soft skin of her lips brushed against hers as you went in to kiss them. Her lips pressed back her body somehow finding a way to keep you in the booth still a tooth scraped against your lower lip so you parted them, she sucked your tongue into her mouth. 

This didn't seem too holy. When she pulled away you were breathless again. 

“If I come back I need to know something first… Are you a real priest?” You couldn’t help but to wonder. 

“With power comes, the power to do what I want. Including girls like you.” She taunted smirking at you before backing away leaving you leaning against the wall. 

“Speaking of, do you need a ride home. It's a bit dark for you to be wandering home weakly in that” she commented, eyeing your outfit. 

You probably shouldn’t.

“Please, Father?”

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[cammys-imagines24]

• Sub Sevika Headcanons •

How did we get here?

No, seriously.

How on earth you even managed to convince this woman to let you top her in the first place is unbelievable.

You had to check if hell had indeed frozen over when Sevika agreed to be submissive for the night.

But nonetheless the very fact that she had said yes is a testament in and of itself to how serious your relationship is.

Sevika would never, no matter how momentary, give up control if it wasn't with someone she loved and trusted completely.

If she didn't trust that you wouldn't use her powerless state against her.

So, in short, the scariest lady in the Undercity looooves you.

You're used to getting absolutely railed in bed night after night, with her being positively mean in her unfairness.

Her calling you such a wet slut for being so messy for her and so willing to let her do whatever she wants with you.

Her overstimulating you to the point of madness and then denying you your orgasm, making you scream til you lose your voice and causing you to be sore, unable to leave the bed come morning.

So, considering all that you endure with Silco's right hand woman, it's obvious that you're gonna want to get revenge.

Now, let's establish some ground rules here. Pretty much everything is, temporarily, up for grabs since it's not as though this woman has many turn offs so feel free to get as kinky as you like.

The one caveat would be she doesn't like toys being used on her. That's reserved strictly for you. (Ahem, the biggest strap-on ever which she uses to ram into you)

You'll use ropes instead of usual silk bindings in a poor attempt at some semblance of security over your control. Tying her to the bed.

Though to be honest, Sevika can break through ropes like it's mere thread so it's poor comfort.

Seeing her tied up beneath you, her muscular naked form glistening with sweat and her biting her pouty dark lips in frustration is a sight to behold.

Though you won't be able to tell if your ministrations are having much affect on her besides a few subtle hints.

Like, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her deep breaths, the way her powerful thighs instinctively flex at your touch and how tight her human hand is curled into a fist.

The only obvious marker being the growing wet spot between her gloriously toned, caramel skinned thighs.

The obvious spot where no matter how much Sevika may be fighting against your little game of torture, even she can't stop or deny how you're making her feel.

She'll curse under her breath as you tease her relentlessly and make her the needy mess for a change.

Though no matter how desperate she is to have you take care of the problem between her legs you started, there's no way in hell you're going to get her to beg.

She will never give you the satisfaction.

Though you'll keep on trying to be even more devilish in your denial and not touching her where she needs you.

You're having the time of your life making her suffer and you're not being subtle about it.

Having the rare opportunity to see this beautiful, scary, incredibly muscular brick wall of a woman be at your mercy turns you on to no end.

Though let's be real here, at a certain point Sevika is going to get fed up with being denied her orgasm.

She is going to grow sick of your games at her expense.

She can dish it out but cannot, will not, take it.

So you bet your ass those ropes around her wrists aren't going to last.

She will easily tear out of them, grab hold of you like a ragdoll and press you face first into the mattress in under 5 seconds.

You're going to get a spanking for making her suffer.

You're going to get pounded into the mattress with her girthiest strap-on.

She is now going to be absolutely wicked to you. Expect to have so many mind blowing orgasms that night that you'll pass out from exhaustion.

You're not gonna be able to leave the bed for a long time.

Though Sevika secretly loves what a little mischievous devil you are and despite the teasing, having you in control, looking all sexy, wasn't too bad.

She might even let you take the reigns again sometime, so long as she can properly punish you afterwards.

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[artinvain]

sevika comes home to you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・. ✫・゜ . sevika hadn’t been home in a week. you tried not to worry — folded and refolded laundry. you cooked, ate and prepped multiple meals. hell, you even picked fresh flowers in anticipation for her return. when you got a message confirming her safety your knees nearly buckled with relief —

sev: be home soon.

you’d made the apartment cleaner than clean, set new linen on the bed, lit incense and promptly fell asleep before you could wait up.

you felt the bed dip beside you, a warm hand lifting your head gently and a colder one bringing you close to her body, “sev,” you whined immediately , turning over in your sleep haze and letting your girlfriend engulf you.

“missed you sweet pea,” sev kisses your forehead, “you made the apartment all nice and pretty,” she chuckles — “you don’t have to worry angel, I’ll always come home to you.”

sevika kisses your forehead again and pulls you tight against her, feeling your soft breasts press against hers in your sleep shirt she sighs contentedly and pulls your leg to rest over hers so she can intertwine your legs. “missed you so much,” sev says again, caressing your legs, your ass. she presses a kiss to your mouth as you lift your head up, moaning into her soft lips, aching to taste her tongue again. sevika squeezed you ass, kissing down your neck feverishly and pulling the straps on your cami down.

“so pretty,” she mumbles into your neck as she rolls you onto your back, her weight comforting as she lays down on you. “my girl, yeah? all mine?” and you nod your head as she kisses down your chest, sucking your nipples into her mouth as you pull her hair tight. your other hand coming to touch her soft brown cheek. “all yours sev.” your back arches as she suckles and grazes her teeth softly against your nipples.

“god I missed you baby,” sev moans as she kisses down your stomach, kissing over your scars — she lets her hand cover your pussy, cupping your mound. “so warm,” she whines, sniffing at your cunt and salivating as she lets her fingers run through your sticky pussy. “no panties — you really were waiting for me huh darling?” you nod and buck your hips up, holding onto her head and pushing it down, “please,” you moan, and finally she groans, shoving her face between your legs and licking between your lips to suckle on you clit.

“shit,” you whine, grinding your face closer until she has to grip your hips and keep you still, “lemme eat ya baby, relax for me,” she moans, her tongue lapping at your wet hole, just clenching and aching for her to fill you up. “fuck, god baby — missed you,” you whine as the tip of sevika’s tongue breaches you hole and her nose rubs up on your clit. as you huff you feel sevika’s fingers breach you, filling you up, her bionic forearm keeping you pinned down as she fucks you, her tongue hot and wet as she sloppily sucks on your clit.

“shit,” you sigh and arch your back — or try — groaning and shaking. “oh you gonna cum baby?” Sevika mocks, licking at your clit slowly, softly, bringing you down from your impending high, “no - no please,” you swallow, “please baby, I need you please,”

sevika chuckles, “desperate little slut,” and suck your clit into her mouth, her fingers bucking and twisting into you — pressing into your g-spot. she’s swiping her tongue over your clit until you’re pinching and twisting your own nipples your thighs are tightening around her head. thighs shaking as you sigh and groan, finally — finally that release you can never get without her.

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[xthescarletbitch]

grounding || sevika x f!reader

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: f!reader!receiving, smut, strap-on use, rough sex, allusions to drinking and smoking

word count: 300+

author’s note: my first published fic on here.

your girlfriend was (silicone) balls deep into your cunt as the room started to spin. you felt fuzzy, completely at utter bliss. the pleasure grew intense and you sensed the need to ground yourself and ensure that this is reality.

5 things that you can see…

her beautiful grey eyes, that you constantly get lost in, staring into yours.

her luscious lips, finished off with that gorgeous mauve shade that you love so much.

her skin glistening with beads of sweat that she’s accumulated from the exertion she’s putting in to give you pleasure.

her strong hands gripping your hips tightly as she pounds into you with her favourite strap-on.

her collection of love marks that you gifted her, spread across her neck and collarbone.

4 things that you can feel…

her body slamming into yours at a brutal pace.

her sweet lips as they pepper your face with wet kisses.

her hand moving down to rub circles onto your clit.

her love for you as she expresses it through intimate physical touch.

3 things that you can hear…

her breathy moans as she draws out her strap and then slams it back into you, making the sounds of your wet pussy all the more evident.

her loving praise as she commends you of what a good job you’re doing, taking her so well.

her primal grunts as she tries to get you to repeat your own moans, all of which fill the room in harmony.

2 things that you can smell…

her breath, which smells of her favourite alcohol that you both drank prior to her throwing you on the bed, ready to fuck you into oblivion.

her scent, which is comprised of the cigars that she loves to smoke and a faint smell of your own body fragrance - a testament to how often you both are physical.

1 thing that you can taste…

her.

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[dnvrsmedia]

okay okay i’m having sevika throughs hear me out

she absolutely loves doggy

i mean sevika is an ass girl!! being able to see her large strap burry into you as your ass slaps against her pubic bone makes her dizzy

she loves pistoning into you with deep strokes

she definitely grabs you by the back of the neck, pulling you up against her chest. she then rubs furious circles onto your clit.

she loooooves hearing you whine

idk abt y’all but vika loves hearing her girl

she needs to hear how good she’s making you feel

her praise kink goes wild

looots of “cmon darling, gotta hear you”

“tell me how i make you feel”

“you like that, baby?”

“so good for me”

AHHHHHH

after a hard day she also loves having you eat her out sloppy and slow.

if you’re lucky, she’ll let you choke on her strap before fucking the daylights out of you !

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[veryvaughnny]

I want vi and sevika to take me at the same time. Sevika pounding into me and vi kissing all over my upper body while praising me. Sevika bruising my hips from how hard she's holding on. She's calling me her "good mutt." Vi making me eat her out 💕

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[moodywyrm]

Omg wait Sevika with pierced nips???

I’m drooling!

And omg how they’re more sensitive once they’re pierced right? You might just get a needy whimper or squeal from her!

But she’d love to see you on them and pulling them, especially when she’s fixing her arm or reading with those sexy ass glasses she wears bc I said so

AHHH

see you get it. you have the vision. apollo smacked with you the big red ball of prophecy bc I've been considering writing about sevika's pierced nips like all day.

they're so pretty. bright steel barbells against her dark nipples, hard metal on soft fat. literally visualizing sevika's tits makes me drool they'd look so yummy. the piercings feel so fucking good in your mouth, you literally have to be yanked off of her chest like a kitten by it's scruff or else you'll never let go.

but sucking on them when y'all are using a double sided strap? while she's fucking you, slow and deep and hard, grinding against you so close. and her tits are right in your face so you might as well suck on her pretty, sensitive tits? it makes her Whimper, dude. sevika fucking whimpers when you suck on her tits in the heat of the moment, especially when the strap is grinding up into her and making her head fuzzy, and Especially when her girl in beneath her, falling apart.

and just sucking on them in general!!! her favorite is when she's reading and you're slumped against her chest, just pawing at her chest and waiting for her to give you attention. she makes you wait though, until she literally can't fucking take it anymore <3

sevika with glasses ,,, woof, woofofofoofofofofofo,, she's so sexy I need her

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