Jinx should not have been the symbol of the revolution for Zaun. It should have been Ekko and if not him then Sevika. They both did/cared far more for the people of Zaun than she ever did.
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Hot take: Sevika isn’t abusive, she would not kill anyone unless it’s for a veryyyyy good reason, she’s not manipulating, I don’t think she would be mean, rude, grumpy , etc in a relationship and I hate how people make her seem like some big mean person when she’s not..
yall can we PLEASE get some more x black reader fanfic 😞 like im getting overly tired of reader being described as having "fair skin" and "rosy lips." and on another note lets pump the brakes on G!P sevika tew. like ofc i eat it up every time but why are the majority of fanfics ive seen of late showing her with a dingaling versus a cooch??? like whether or not its just for fun or imagination, it kinda feels like we r masculinizing her wayyy too much.
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If you know the shows all of us are dead or the walking dead, I can’t stop thinking about reader being a half zombie half human and Sevika still loves reader and to still take care of her. Meanwhile reader, being a half zombie, is struggling to fight her zombie urge to bite or kill Sevika… essentially I think Sevika is willing to bring people for reader to feed on because she loves her so much and doesn’t want to let her go despite her being a zombie..maybe bold enough to offer herself when there’s no other option?? Someone please write this!!
A rough, weary voice echos through your bedroom, the sound muffled to your ears with your head under the comforter. "Doll? What's wrong?"
You don't trust your voice to speak, not after the hour of crying you did not long ago.
Sevika only sees you shuffle under the covers and hears a quiet sniffle. She doesn't panic; Sevika knows these patterns. When you're upset, you shrink and hide, needing protection—a barrier from world that is so loud and unruly.
She walks over to the side of the bed where you're laying, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You feel the bed dip from her weight. Sevika slowly and gently pulls the covers from over your head.
Her sharp grey eyes meet yours with a gentle gaze, her calloused hand moving to cup your cheek. "C'mere," she whispers.
You sit up and she moves to envelop you in her hold. Strong arms snake around you and you rest the side of your head on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat grounding. "You wanna talk about it?" she asks. You shake your head. Sevika doesn't push.
She holds you there as long as you need and doesn't leave your side the rest of the evening.
She doesn't baby you nor does she coo in your ear sweet nothings; she stabilizes you. She takes care of dinner for the night, making sure you eat enough. She turns on the shower, helping you undress with her and beckoning to join her under the warm water. She washes you down silently, but she can't look at you in front of her without making at least one flirty remark. You roll your eyes at her like usual, but she grins proud that she succeeded in coaxing a small smile out of you.
As you both get ready for bed, Sevika stops behind you in the bathroom mirror, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You're beautiful, y know that?" You smile and thank her, but she tells you not to.
To her, it's not just a compliment, it's a fact.
You both fall asleep, your arms wrapped around her waist and your leg resting over hers. "I love you," you mumble, weary from the emotional labor of the day. "You know I love you too," she replies, the sound of her soft breathing leading you to sleep.
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tags: dacryphilia, strap on, bratty sevika?, bottom sevika, s!receiving, kinda mean reader??, mentions of round two, overstimulation, hair pulling, dom reader, big clit sevika truthers rise! ,
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synopsis: reader fucks sevika
Sevika's grunts and groans could be heard through the bedroom door. Inside the dim room, Sevika is lying face-first on her stomach on the mattress. You're behind her on top of the back of her thighs, holding her hands behind her back, a strap secured to your hips and buried to the hilt inside of Sevika.
"Stop moving." You growl at her at the same time you thrust the strap deeper inside of her. Sevika's breath hitches, her body tensing up slightly, another low groan escaping her as you drive the dildo deeper again.
The sheets underneath her muffle another sound from her half-protest and something else entirely.
Her grey eyes squeeze shut for a second before snapping them open to glare at you from over her shoulder.
You laugh at her, unafraid, as you drive the strap deeper again. At the same time, you speak, "What was that?"
A ragged gasp comes from underneath you, and Sevika's back arches involuntarily as her body jerks against the mattress. Her metal fingers clench into a fist behind her as you tug on her wrists.
Her prosthetic is whirring louder and overheating from how hard she's trying to keep still. Her breathing is uneven, and for once she doesn't have a sharp retort. She hates losing control like this, but god, does it feel so good.
You laugh at her again, mocking her.
"Yeah, too cock-drunk to even think about anything other than getting this pretty pussy fucked," you tease her.
Her grey eye twitches hard for a split second.
She thinks about flipping you over just to teach you a lesson, but then another deep thrust from you steals all coherent thoughts from her.
Her face is red with humiliation (and arousal) as you continue to laugh at her and fuck her.
Your laughter grates on her nerves, and yet she grinds back into you 'involuntarily' (it's what she tells herself).
You let go of her wrists to grab at her plump ass.
Sevika's prosthetic twitches once more as her instincts roar at her to shove you off and flip the script, but when your hands squeeze her flesh hard as you keep sliding in and out of her, the fight quickly drains from her.
Her prosthetic powers down with a soft click due to sensory overload, a broken moan slips through as she pushes back into each of your thrusts like an animal in rut.
"Yeah? You like this?" you speak in a low tone as you squeeze her ass once more. You push at her ass and tilt your hips just enough to change the angle of the strap to drag better along her tight walls.
And the shift in angle immediately hits Sevika, and her entire body seizes up like she's been electrocuted.
A whimper tears through her throat, her forehead thudding against the mattress as pleasure spikes white-hot behind her eyes.
Her fingers scramble quickly towards the sheets, twisting the fabric desperately.
Her hips stutter back greedily now, trying to chase every graze of the strap against her clenching walls, and despite herself, a slurred "yes" tumbles out of her mouth and into the pillow between ragged breaths.
All of a sudden, a sharp crack echoes through the room, and blooming right there on Sevika's ass is a red handprint. For a second, she's frozen, stunned by the sudden sting, but then your demand registers: "Louder."
Her pride wars with how fucking good this feels, but you're not letting her hide behind gritted teeth and silence anymore.
She inhales shakily and cranes her neck over her shoulder to look back at you, and then finally she obeys. "Fuck! yes, I like it! okay??"
the admission bursts out of her, rough and loud, her cheeks flaming redder than the imprint on her ass.
She bites her lip as you push the fake cock deeper into her cunt, deeper into that one pressure point she likes so much.
The pressure inside of her makes Sevika's vision blur, her whole body convulsing as your hands grope the curve of her ass before you drag your palms up her back. A loud, shameless moan rips from her chest as your hands continue to roam across her tense back.
She can't even form words anymore, just gasping and writhing underneath you like a woman possessed.
Her prosthetic arm rectavites with a soft hum, but instead of shoving you away, she grips the back of your thigh.
Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, not from sadness or pain but sheer overwhelming pleasure crashing over every defense she's ever had.
You lean over her back, your chest pressing up against her as you keep driving the strap inside of her.
"Look at you, you look pathetic," you whisper into the back of her neck before your teeth graze the sensitive spot on her neck and bite it.
The insult stings more than the bite on her neck and more than the thrusts.
Sevika hates looking pathetic, hates being vulnerable, and hates that you're seeing her like this, completely unraveled and reduced to a shuddering mess beneath you.
A high-pitched whine escapes her as she instinctively arches further into you, chasing friction like an addict. Tears continue to spill over down her cheeks despite herself, frustration and pleasure are tangled so tight they blur together. She's never felt anything like this before.
You shove your left hand underneath her stomach and in between her thighs to rub her clit. The second your fingers brush her already swollen, large, and sensitive clit, the world narrows to a single white-hot point.
Her entire body bows off the mattress with a strangled cry, her back curving like she's been shot as shockwaves of pleasure rip through every nerve.
Her thighs tremble violently around your hand. She's so close already, and you're not letting up or slowing down, and part of her is terrified of how fast this might end.
"Fuck, are you going to cum already?" you half laugh and pull back just enough for your right hand to grab a handful of her hair and turn her head so she's looking at you over her shoulder.
Her tear-streaked face is now exposed as you stare at her.
Her grey eyes are glassy, dilated with sheer desperation, and yeah, she's definitely about to cum as she pants heavily through her parted lips.
She can't even lie or glare, she just stares back at you in helpless anticipation. A thin layer of sweat glistens on her forehead. Every muscle in her body is coiled tight like a spring.
Your fingers are still circling her large, swollen clit while you pound into her from behind, and when your smirk registers, it tips the scales, she whimpers your name right before it hits.
Just as her orgasm hits, you kiss her, your lips capturing hers in a desperate, heated kiss.
The kiss hits her like a lightning strike. Sevika melts into it, her motion clumsy and desperate against yours as her body shakes as waves of pleasure crash over every inch of her body.
Her mechanical arm slumps against the mattress, powering down again completely this time with a soft whir.
She slumps and collapses forward, your hold on her hair keeping her from face-planting into the sheets.
Her moan vibrates between your mouths. It's messy and unrestrained, the kind of sound she'd never let anyone hear normally.
You swallow every noise she makes, and after a moment, you pull away and let go of her hair, and she slumps into the mattress.
"You think just because you came once that means you're done?" you tease mockingly.
Before she can even form a sarcastic response or brace herself, you thrust again, and the oversensitive hits like a punch, and a high-pitched whine escapes her as she clenches around the strap involuntarily.
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synopsis - with age comes dwindling eyesight. so, you and sevika embark on a journey to find her a pair of glasses that she likes!
warnings - just back and forth teasing lol ^3^ >16 dni
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“absolutely not.” sevika would utter, watching as you slipped a pair of obnoxiously bright green glasses to hook behind her ears, and settle on the bridge of her pretty nose. the snickers that left your throat only made her huff.
“this is not funny. shut it.” a hand would come up to immediately take off the lenses, put them back where you found them, then poke your forehead. “what? sad that you’re getting ooold???
“forty is not old.”
“you’re practically a fossil.” you would tease, giggling as she turned away from you to walk over to a different section.
“see, this is why didn’t want to bring you with me.”
“mmmmh….yet you brung me anyway.”
“yeah, because i knew you would be complaining for a week if i didn’t. whining something about not being about to help.” you couldn’t exactly deny that, a finger poking the side of her waist as she picked up a pair of slim, cherry red glasses.
“keep that up and you’re waiting in the car.”
“..im sorry.”
“exactly.”
putting the glasses on, she glanced up at the small mirror provided between each row of glasses, taking in the sight.
they weren’t even half bad.
to you, at least.
“ooh, those are prett-”
“no.”
and within the next second, the frames were sitting back on their stand.
“..what?? why? they were cute!”
“just….no, y/n.”
she headed to another section. you groaned, following closely behind.
there were so…so many more glasses that she tried on. either you loved them and she hated them, or the exact opposite. who knew glasses shopping could be this difficult!
but it all ended when she tried on one last pair—simple. black, rectangular, sleek—perfect.
sevika stared into a mirror, tilting her head side to side, when her eyes locked onto yours, peering over her shoulder.
“…holy shit, sev. you look hot.”
she didnt respond. but the flush of pink at the back of her neck told you all you needed to know. “you like them?” you would then ask, watching as she turned to face you.
“i mean….i guess. yeah.”
with that vague ass response, you were grinning ear to ear.
“so you’re choosing those ones? those are the ones you want?”
she stared at you. dead in the eye, face blank.. and slowly nodded.
I have this idea of like Sevika x rockstar!gf every time I listen to “you don’t know me” from victorious. Like the same scenario where they break up but the song brings them back tg… does anyone understand what I’m saying . Pls make this a story if anyone can.
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౨ৎ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒': " was walking back home and started playing fashion killa , one of my fav songs .ᐟ.ᐟ , so why don't I put my fav things togheter ? , Sevika + rap . Here it is , should I make a part two , more domestic life ? "
𖹭 - Sevika meet you at a runaway after party, She wasn't supposed to be there, she hated those kinds of events but she came to fund a new sponsor and left with you instead.
𖹭 - You thought she was security at first... until you noticed the vintage gold Rolex, the custom cigar case, and the tailored suit.
𖹭 - You kissed her in the back garden. Lipstick on her jaw, smoke curling from her cigar, and didn't stop thinking about it for a week, that leading for a relationship barely 1 month after
𖹭 - Her credit card has no limit. But she only uses it to buy things she knows you'll forget you said you wanted, you smile like a child who just got a candy when she come home with a fur coat you watched on your phone last week and complimented it.
𖹭 - She has 2 Polaroids of you in her wallet, one of you almost glowing in the sun in the pool, smiling at her, and another of your naked after a long fuck, your hair spread on the sheets, body covered with sweat and... sticky substances, eyes shut, you dont know about the second picture.
𖹭 - Your perfume is custom. She commissioned it in Paris. The bottle's engraved with your initials and a date, her first night with you. You wear it when you want her undone.
𖹭 - She never talks to her stylists. Only yours. And only if they show her options for matching sets.
𖹭 - The first time you got cancelled after throwing a drink at the paparazzi, she brought the media not to talk about that and make people forget.
𖹭 - When you tell her you feeling with zero privacy, She start paying off paparazzi just so you can have one damn lunch in peace.
𖹭 - Her driver knows to bring you roses every Friday. Different color each week, per her order.
𖹭 - She keeps your favorite perfume in her car, your scent trailing even when you're not there.
𖹭 - Her password is your anniversary, and her wallpaper is your back in arch on the bed, naked.
𖹭 - You once fell asleep in her lap after a long show where you changed clothes at least 24 times, She didn't move for at least two hours.
𖹭 - She can't use Instagram for shit. Don’t have a profile picture or a bio, and barely post anything, and when she does, it's probably a new magazine you were. But she follows at least 10 fan pages of you.
𖹭 - She asked if you wanted kids. You said yes. She hasn't stopped looking at baby clothes since.
𖹭 - She buys you gowns you'll never wear. "For our daughter to inherit one day."
𖹭 - Your wedding? Private. Dare I say the most private of all, people just discovered when you started walking arround with a big ass ring in you finger.
𖹭 - till today, you always melt by her touch, just like the first night you both met, the night that both of your souls felt complete.
𖹭 - Since your marriage, she has always been clear that, wants to retire with you in one of her big and glamorous houses in italy
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𖹭 - She wakes you up with her mouth. Tongue lazy between your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs. You're dazed, half-asleep, hips already rolling up. She murmurs "Good morning, baby," into your skin, like it's the most natural way to start the day.
𖹭 - She keeps a private video of you tied up, begging, overstimulated and broken from too many orgasms.
𖹭 - Morning sex with espresso breath and tangled sheets is her favorite ritual.
𖹭 - She has a breeding kink, bad. It hits her hardest after high-fashion shoots where your waist looks extra small in gowns. She'll bend you over the bed, push in deep and growl, "Should fuck a baby into you, fill this perfect little body up until it's mine forever."
𖹭 - She's fucked you on the balcony of her penthouse with people below. "Let them hear you. Let them know who fucks you like this."
𖹭 - She fucked you with her strap while holding your vibrator on your clit. Didn't let you come until you called her "Mommy" with tears in your eyes
𖹭 - She's obsessed with your womb. Presses her palm over your belly, fucks deep until she feels the bulge. "This is mine too."
𖹭 - She almost cum in her pants when you degrade yourself.
𖹭 - She fucked you so hard the bed broke. Laughed after. "Guess we need sturdier furniture for this pussy, right baby, mhm?."
𖹭 - " shhh i know baby, momma got you so fucked, dont i? Look at you... m~mhm.. fuck! u can barely speak "
𖹭 - She's sent you videos of her stroking her strap slowly. Caption being "Waiting for you."
𖹭 - She fucks you like she hates you, holds you like she'd die without you
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