» sevika is a much more tender & considerate partner than people make her out to be!
» her favorite position is the mating press. she loves being all the way inside you. looking deep into your eyes; wiping away any tears and praising you for taking her so well.
» she loveeess to keep a slow pace & holding hands!
» sevika is a top leaning switch and i will die on that hill.
» it’s rare that she keeps her prosthetic arm on during, i can’t imagine it being comfortable to wear during >~<
» she loves making you squirm; something about you writhing underneath her… too consumed with your own slutty greed to tell her no, yet too shy to say yes. she loves slowly pulling the yes out of you.
» sevika makes the most guttural, throaty moans. although she’s not extremely vocal, in really intense sessions she’ll let out raspy high pitched whines.
» she’s probably the most experienced woman you’ll meet, she’s gives pussy whisperer vibes.
» while she does top most of the time, every once in awhile she’ll bottom. she’s used to being the strongest; so it unbelievably turns her on when you take charge.
» her strap is thick. she finds girth being worth more than length. i’d say it’s like 7 in. three fingers wide (can feel like four if she hits a certain angle)
» is big on aftercare. sevika is a nurturer at heart <3
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Sevika’s fingers— rough, calloused, has probably been through more shit in comparison to all the skin on your body. She knew she’s hot. She flexed it actually. Every fucking time— her big, thick, girthy fingers.
Two of them together like she didn’t know what she was doing to you. Sometimes she didn’t even intend to do it actually. It was muscle memory from when her fingers mercilessly pumped in your pussy, and you let out those breathless moans which made you ten times hotter.
Your hand tugged her hair, nails digging into her shoulder blades as you whined and whimpered. “Sevika! Oh, your fingers— fuck, Janna— they’re huge!”
Sevika chuckled low in her throat.
She knew her hands were so much bigger than you and if that didn’t turn her on, she didn’t know what did. Her big hands on your tits— comical almost how her hands dwarfed your body.
Fingers in your mouth? Every fucking time you talked back— you got it.
Merciless pumping of her two digits, she dragged them out teasingly and let your saliva slither down her wrist before she slapped you— not harsh, but firm enough to show you who was really in control. “Suck.” She ordered.
Just a single word— but so much control, so much power. You always obliged, because who wouldn’t want Sevika’s fingers?
Sevika stroked your tummy with her knuckles, letting her hand graze against your soft skin as her cock throbbed between her legs.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered softly, stroking a loose strand of your hair behind your hair lovingly, “are you ready?”
“Yeah… but,” you glanced down, “you’re big… you’re so big, I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“It will,” Sevika reassured you, voice still gentle.
She guided her tip to your entrance and pushed slightly, hoping your wetness would be enough to make your pussy stretch around her. You felt outsized, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
“It might hurt, sugar,” she said, moving her hand to interlace her fingers with yours.
She pinned you to the mattress using her weight and her hand, moving her hips into yours—you gasped sharply in pain, eyes squeezing shut, shoulders tensing.
“I-it hurts, it’s—I’m too tight.”
“Yeah… fuck.”
Sevika gave your hand a gentle squeeze as she thrusted inside all the way. Your legs quivered, breaths coming shaky as you laid there and let her work her way through your tightness. Once you were used to it, she started ramming herself inside—her pace so fast you swore you were losing your mind. Your toes curled, eyes rolled back, lips parted but the only little sounds that could escape you were a mix of whimpers and moans.
“Sev—! Ohh! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You squeezed around her length.
Sevika’s breath hitched. “Do that again, I dare you and I’m gonna fill up this pretty womb til you’re fuckin’ leakin’.”
simon ‘ghost’ riley genuinely the type of man to tell his s/o to stop teasing him.
meanwhile his s/o is simply eating the takeout he just got them in their jammies, fresh out the shower while watching their fav show sitting in the most heinous shrimp position.
they’re wondering wtf is he talking about while he’s only a few seconds away from ripping his clothes off and taking them on the couch.
its even worse if he just came back from a mission.
he has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan when he spots his s/o cooking up something in the kitchen, wearing what they call their ‘ugly clothes’ cause it’s laundry day, it’s obvious that they haven’t had a chance to shower and they’re even wearing their thick lens glasses because they ran out of their contacts just the other day.
they have to bat him off with whatever kitchen utensils they’re using because they know he’ll just take them right then and there on the counter or even snatch them up to their bedroom.
and they cannot let that happen again after the last time. their kitchen almost burnt down because they forgot to turn off the stove.
he just loves seeing his lover at their most comfortable, especially around him.
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Simon Riley has a fixation for you sitting in his lap. he feels the comfort of your warmth, your breath and your weight on top of him and it settles his head. calming the storm of thoughts that he's constantly burdened by.
watching youtube or doomscrolling on your phone? youre in his lap. he makes a passing comment about some of the things you watch, or he'll even watch it with you.
just got out of the shower? he'll dry, brush and maybe braid your hair whilst you're sat in his lap.
if you're sat on the sofa watching tv, you're sprawled across his lap.
He loves to have a hand placed on you, it grounds him to you and he's grateful that you stick around even when he's away for weeks on end without contact.
his favourite thing to do is have you sit in his lap facing him, he can see your face that way, can see what he comes home to every time he's been on a shit mission. he loves when you rest your arms on his shoulders and just talk to him.
Sevika had been watching you for so long. Your hands moved with feather-light touches, lingering just a little too long over her wound as you wrapped it up after cleaning and disinfecting.
The pain was dull, nevertheless very much there. Sevika tried not to pay attention to it, instead she tried to redirect her focus to you—maybe if she admired you for long enough, she’d forget about the pain. She looked up at the way your hair escaped from the loose tie holding it back.
Sevika wanted to reach out and tuck it back behind your ear but she didn’t dare do that. You felt her sharp, piercing grey eyes on you and looked up slowly.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, your voice soft, so gentle for a tone used to speak to a soldier.
Sevika raised a brow, “you look tired.”
You smiled slightly, it only framed your exhaustion further, “what can I say? I’ve been on my feet for like twelve hours now.”
Sevika’s expression didn’t change. “Twelve hours is a lot.”
You didn’t know if Sevika did it in an attempt to help you relieve the exhaustion from your body when her thick fingers pumped in your wet cunt.
“Sevika—! We can’t be doing this. A patient—a wounded soldier—anyone could come any moment!”
Sevika chuckled and pressed kisses to the side of your neck as her fingers curled in your cunt, making your eyes roll back as your arms wrapped around Sevika’s neck, being careful not to jostle the dressing of her wound.
“First, let’s make you cum… you’ve been so stressed out, haven’t you?” She asked softly, her voice so gentle that the tone of it alone was making your pussy walls flutter around her fingers desperately, as if you were milking her digits with your cunt.
Just imagine getting fucked hard by Abby while she fucking coos at you condescendingly and strokes the bulge her strap creates in your tummy.
You’re a fucking sobbing, slobbering mess and here she is caressing your tummy and letting you feel exactly where she’s pounding deep into.
Your eyes are so fucking blurry you can’t even see her clearly, your face burns with deep humiliation but then she speaks, “there’s my sweetest little girl, look at you taking mommy’s strap so well, there she is,” she rubs the bulge, her big hand engulfing it easily, “there it is, hmm? You want mommy to fill you up more?”
She manhandles you with ease, years of weight training finally paying off as she repositions you on your hands and knees.
Before you can crawl away, she wraps one muscular arm around your waist and slams her strap in your wrecked hole, bulging your tummy visibly.
You gag on your own spit, cough and cry harder.
“Abby—oh… oh, it’s deep.”
Your hand flies to grab at the bulge, her hand joins in on top.
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‧₊˚ ⋅ ❤︎ . . . nsfw/ smut◞ needy needy ellie◞ ellie needs u so bad◞ omg she’s so needy◞ neediest top ever.
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thinking about morning sex with a horny ellie williams .
the early morning light hits soft through the cracked window. ellie wakes groggy and presses hard against you under the blankets. her hand slides under your shirt quick and you turn a bit.
“stay,” she mutters. her voice is soft but groggy. “need you, babe.”
she hooks her leg over yours and grinds slowly, and you can feel how wet she is even through her panties. her fingers dig into ur hips. “fuck. missed this.” her breath catches when you start touching back. she kisses your neck like she’s hungry. like she needs more.
ellie pushes closer. hips rolling desperate. “touch me please.” her hand moves lower. strokes you firm. “yeah. just like that.. fuck.” she groans low. body hot and needy.
“don’t stop.” she presses her face into ur neck. “so wet for you.” her fingers slip inside you. thrusting steady. “so good.” she squeezes her eyes shut in pure bliss.
“i need it so bad baby.” she says it like she’s almost about to start crying. like it’s too much but never enough. like if you don’t make her cum right now she might go crazy. you giggle sleepily at her neediness. always so needy.
she grinds harder and you respond with the same amount of pressure. breathing heavy, and it feels like both of ur bodies have synced to be one. “cum with me.” her free hand grips your hip. pulling you tight. “pleasepleasepleaseplease. fff- ohmgod ohmgod.. don’t stop.. please don’t stop.. fuckfuck..”
ellie trembles n moans into your skin. “mmmgh..” she keeps moving through it. soft and intense. then collapses against you. still touching. “one more..?”
ryomen sukuna asks sweet reader he is smitten with on a date
ryomen sukuna was a lot of things. he was broody, he was stoic and harsh and absolutely detested the saying "think before you speak".
but what he wasn't was a bumbling idiot. (?)
"the uh coffee...at that place...is um—" sukuna's gaze trailed from your wide doe eyed stare to the slight quirk of your pretty pink lips.
his brain short circuited, "...cute" he finished.
you had to fight yourself to not giggle at the tall handsome, slightly scowling man before you as he said the word 'cute'.
"oh? whats the name ? i would like some cute coffee!" you asked innocently.
meanwhile sukuna—whose brain had absolutely gone to the gutters imagining the taste of those pretty pink lips— had to mentally slap himself out of his reverie.
his brain went on an overdrive trying to remember the name of the coffee shop. but the problem was he was more of a protein shake and solely depended on the coffee maker in his dorms for his black black coffee without any sugar or milk.
suffice to say he was very lost.
"ijishi ?" it sounded more like a question.
this time you did giggle. ijishi was a steak house. clearly not in the business of selling cute coffees.
sukuna wasn't sure why it was funny to you, but he counted it as a win because it made you happy.
you cleared your throat, "i was actually craving some steak! i heard ijishi also happens to have some great steak."
your fingers moved to interwine with his , as you stepped closer to him. you tilted your face upwards , smiling at him "...maybe we can have some?"
sukuna was not easily flustered. his feathers certainly weren't easily ruffled. and he definitely didn't blush.
"...ofcourse" was all he could manage.
his brain was currently occupied with taking notes of the finer details—like how your fingers aligned absolutely perfectly with his, and your palm was so soft in his hand. and your eyes. damn they were sparkling in the sunlight.
some of your friends called out your name, reminding you that class was starting in ten minutes.
you went on your tip toes , placing a quick peck on his cheek, leaving a light lipstick stained kiss.
"great! I'm off to class now, pick me up then!" you said happily as you turned to leave.
sukuna willed his heart rate to slow down as he watched your pretty floral dress slowly disappear in the crowd of the students.
date secured.
see? he wasn't bad at this at all like his teammates claimed.
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─── ⟢ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : when sevika casually hands you her card with a gruff, "get whatever you want," you assume there's a limit somewhere. there isn't. suddenly you're being dragged through boutique after boutique, gifted tailored clothes, sparkling jewelry, and every little thing you've ever glanced at for more than two seconds. she insists it's "just money," but you can't help wondering why she's so determined to spoil you. somewhere between shopping bags, late-night dinners, and quiet moments where her rough hand finds yours, you realize the most valuable thing she's giving you isn't something money can buy.
─── ⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : service top!inexperienced!sevika and experienced!reader lesbian sex bratty!reader sugar mommy!sevika 20 year age gap (reader is 24) sevika has her prosthetic arm, sevika only has a soft spot for reader use of pet names (sweetheart, darlin', bunny, etc) femme!reader reader is in love with sevika sevika is a big softie minors do not interact please !!
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the card sits in your palm, black and unassuming, still warm from where her fingers pressed it into your hand.
sevika had grunted something about getting yourself something nice while she handled business.
her amber eyes already scanning the crowded zaunite market street. mind a thousand miles away.
you'd nodded, slipped it into your pocket, and tried not to think about the weight of it.
that was three hours ago.
now you stand in the doorway of her apartment, arms laden with glossy shopping bags, your chest tight with something that feels suspiciously like guilt.
the place smells like her—oil, metal, that faint trace of cigar smoke that clings to her coat. she's at the table.
a half-disassembled mechanical part spread across the worn wood, her brow furrowed in concentration as she works a stubborn bolt loose with her human hand.
"sev."
she doesn't look up. "mm."
"i... i maybe went a little crazy."
at that, she pauses. the bolt clatters onto the table.
she turns, and her gaze sweeps over you and the bags, the new leather jacket hanging open over your shoulders.
the way you're shifting your weight from foot to foot like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
one eyebrow lifts. "yeah?"
you swallow. "i spent, like... a lot."
sevika leans back in her chair, the wood groaning under her weight.
she wipes a smear of grease across her jaw, studying you with that unreadable expression she wears like armor. "how much is a lot?"
you don't answer.
instead, you cross to her, setting the bags down with a rustle of tissue paper, and pull out the receipt.
it's long. embarrassingly long. you hand it to her like a confession.
she takes it. reads it. a beat of silence.
then she lets out a low chuckle, rough and warm, and crumples the paper into her pocket. "bunny. i told you to get whatever you wanted."
"but this is—"
"nothing." she reaches out, catches your wrist, and pulls you down into her lap.
you go easily, your thighs bracketing her hips, the metal of her prosthetic hand cool through the fabric of your jeans as it settles on your waist.
her human hand cups your cheek, calloused thumb stroking across your cheekbone. "it's just money. you think i give a shit about money?"
you bite your lip. "i don't want to take advantage of you."
sevika snorts. "sweetheart, if you were gonna take advantage, you'd have bought a lot more than some clothes and jewelry."
her thumb traces down to your lower lip, tugging it free from your teeth. "you spent a fraction of what i keep in that account. and you know what?"
you shake your head, breath catching.
"i was hoping you'd spend more." her voice drops, rougher now, that low register that sends heat curling through your belly.
"wanted to see you come back with your arms full. wanted to see you spoiled."
your heart hammers against your ribs. "why?"
she holds your gaze, something flickering in the amber depths of her eyes. vulnerability, maybe, or want.
it's gone before you can name it. "because you deserve it. and because i like knowing that when you wear that necklace, or that jacket, or those little lacy things you probably hid at the bottom of the bag..."
her hand slides down, palm pressing flat against your stomach. "you'll think of me."
you shiver. "sev..."
"let me spoil you, bunny." it's not a question. it's a quiet demand, softened by the way her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt. "let me take care of you. that's all i want."
and what can you do but nod, leaning into her touch, letting her pull you closer?
what can you do but press your forehead to hers and breathe her in?
her smell of oil and smoke and something warmer underneath...
she holds you there, in the quiet of her apartment, the bags forgotten on the floor. her prosthetic hums faintly as it tightens around your waist.
and her human hand cards through your hair, gentle in a way that makes your chest ache.
"there's a dinner place i know," she murmurs against your temple. "rooftop. views of the whole city. you wanna go?"
"with you?"
"who else would i take?"
you smile, small and soft, and press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "yeah. i'd like that."
sevika's lips twitch, almost a smile, almost something tender and she stands, lifting you with her like you weigh nothing.
you squeak, grabbing her shoulders, and she chuckles, that low rumble vibrating through her chest.
"c'mon. let's get you changed into something fancy. i wanna see you in that dress you bought."
"how do you know i bought a dress?"
"because i know you, sweetheart. now go." she sets you down, swatting your ass lightly. "i'll wait."
you grab a bag, the one with the deep emerald dress, the one you'd hesitated over for twenty minutes before giving in and disappeared into her bedroom.
when you emerge, zipped and smoothed and feeling like someone else entirely, she's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.
her eyes go dark. hungry.
"fuck," she breathes. "you're beautiful."
and the most expensive thing she's given you today isn't the dress, or the jewelry, or the card with no limit.
it's the way she looks at you, like you're the only thing in zaun worth keeping.
the rooftop dinner had been everything you didn't know you needed.
sevika had pulled out your chair, gruff and awkward about it, like she wasn't used to doing things like that.
she'd ordered for you both in that low, commanding voice, and when the food came.
rich and spiced and nothing like the street vendor fare you usually survived on, she'd watched you take the first bite with an intensity that made your cheeks warm.
"good?" she'd asked, and you'd nodded, mouth full, and she'd almost smiled.
the city sprawled below, zaun's neon veins pulsing in the darkness, and she'd reached across the table halfway through the meal to take your hand.
her thumb traced lazy circles on your knuckles while you talked about nothing and everything.
and for a few hours, you forgot about the weight of the card in your wallet, the bags in her apartment, the nagging voice that whispered you didn't deserve this.
now you're back in her apartment, the door clicking shut behind you, and the air has changed.
the heels you'd worn, strappy black things she'd eyed all night are kicked off by the door.
your clutch lands on the counter with a soft thud.
sevika shrugs off her jacket, hanging it with more care than she usually gives her belongings, and when she turns to face you, her eyes are dark.
"did you have a good time?" she asks, and her voice is rougher than it was at the restaurant.
you nod, stepping closer. "the best."
"yeah?" she reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. her touch lingers. "good."
you're close enough now to smell her, cigar smoke and the faint cologne she'd put on for the evening.
something woodsy and expensive that makes your head spin.
her prosthetic hums softly as she lifts it, the cool metal fingertips grazing your collarbone, tracing the line of the necklace she'd bought you earlier that day.
"this looks good on you," she murmurs, more to herself than to you. "knew it would."
your breath catches. "sev..."
"come here." it's not a request. her hand slides to the back of your neck, guiding you forward, and you go willingly, pressing against her, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric of your dress.
she kisses you like she's been waiting all night to do it.
her mouth is firm, insistent, her human hand tangling in your hair while the metal one splays across your lower back, pulling you flush against her.
you gasp into her mouth, and she swallows the sound, walking you backward until your shoulders hit the wall.
"been thinking about this all night," she admits against your lips, breath hot and uneven.
"watching you across that table. the way the candlelight caught your eyes. the way you smiled when you thought i wasn't looking."
"i was looking," you whisper. "i couldn't stop."
a low sound rumbles in her chest—something between a growl and a groan, and she kisses you again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against yours.
her metal hand drops to your thigh, gripping, lifting, and you wrap your leg around her hip without hesitation.
"bedroom," you manage, breathless. "now."
she doesn't argue.
she scoops you up, one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back, and carries you across the apartment like you weigh nothing.
the door to her room swings open with a kick, and then you're on the bed, the cool sheets a shock against your heated skin as she lays you down.
she hovers over you, propped on her elbows, her gaze tracing every inch of your face.
her human hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking across your cheekbone, and for a moment, the hunger in her eyes softens into something tender.
"you're so beautiful," she says, and her voice cracks on the word, like she can't quite believe she's allowed to have this. "you have no idea what you do to me."
you reach up, tangling your fingers in the short hair at the nape of her neck. "show me."
she does.
her mouth trails down your throat, hot and open-mouthed, teeth scraping against your pulse point.
you arch into her, a shaky moan escaping your lips, and she groans against your skin, her metal hand sliding down your side, over the curve of your hip, gripping the hem of your dress.
"this needs to go," she mutters, and there's a note of impatience in her voice that makes you smile.
"then take it off."
she sits back, and the sight of her. flushed, pupils blown, chest heaving makes your stomach flip.
she works the zipper down with practiced ease, her human hand steady, her metal one gentle, and then the dress is pooling around your waist, and her breath catches.
"fuck, bunny." her voice is hoarse. "you're trying to kill me."
you're wearing the lingerie you'd bought earlier—deep burgundy lace, delicate and expensive, the kind of thing you'd never have bought for yourself.
but she'd given you the card, and you'd thought of her, and now the way she's looking at you makes every penny worth it.
"you like it?" you ask, and your voice comes out smaller than you intended, vulnerable.
she leans down, pressing a kiss to your sternum, right between your breasts. "i love it. i love you."
the words hang in the air, heavy and raw, and your heart stutters.
she freezes, like she hadn't meant to say it, like she's waiting for you to pull away.
instead, you tug her down, wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing your forehead to hers. "i love you too," you whisper. "i've loved you for so long."
something in her breaks. she kisses you again, desperate and searching, and her hands roam your body like she's memorizing you.
the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip, the soft skin of your inner thigh.
she takes her time, worshipping every inch of you, murmuring praises against your skin.
"so perfect. so good for me. my good girl."
you're trembling by the time she reaches the apex of your thighs, her metal fingers cool against the heat of you.
and she pauses, looking up at you with those amber eyes, dark and wanting.
"tell me what you need, sweetheart."
you can barely form words. "you. just you."
she smiles. a real smile, soft and rare, and she lowers her head.
and when she finally brings you undone, her name on your lips, her mouth still working you through the aftershocks.
you realize that the most expensive thing she's given you isn't the dress, or the jewelry, or the card with no limit.
it's this. her. the way she holds you after, tucking you against her chest.
her metal arm wrapped around your waist, her lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline.
"mine," she murmurs, half-asleep, and you feel it in your bones.
"yours," you agree, and let yourself drift off in her arms.
mae mae's ending notes: first sevika fic!! hey hey everybody!! hope you enjoyed :D this was made and inspired by @dearbaes !!
And you really thought Simon would be a little mean during sex. He had to be a sadist after everything he’s been through.
So, when he’s between your parted thighs, you’re shocked when he speaks to you so softly. Quietly begging in your ear, cock pressed to the hilt, for you to be good for him.
And everytime you let out a whine, fingers tightening at his shoulders because he’s massive and you feel like you’re splitting in two with every thrust; he shushes you. ‘You can take it. Yes—yes you can.’
And when you clench tighter around him because the cadence of his voice licks warmth in your core, he smiles. ‘There you go, baby. Just like that.’
