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please donât ask me personal questions, iâm a sensitive dolly and i can get uncomfortable easily,
donât flirt with me or joke about having sex with me, please!
iâm mentally ill so please bare with me if i disappear off the grid for a while to cope with depression and such,
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iâll write frequently for sevika, ambessa medarda, violet, caitlyn kiramman, grayson, ellie williams, abigail anderson, joel miller (heâs the only man i tolerate other than my man hmph). i might write for cassandra kiramman, ran, mel medarda, dina!
iâm uncomfortable with some themes in writing that some like to romanticise like: pedophilia, zoophilia (if theyâre hybrids itâs okay!), very heavy and graphic noncon, scat, vomit, gore etc. thatâs about it. iâll upgrade it if i remember more. iâm not really anti-censorship, i just have a sensitive heart,
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This is directed to someone special, and they know this is for them, If you're reading this,
Know I have always loved you now that we're parting ways probably forever. I don't think you'll read this on any other platform, maybe not even your email, but, I have always loved you so much, and I always will.
Thank you for being a big part of my life, and giving me the chance to feel loved. I wish I could have been a better girlfriend, I love you so much, and I hope you're happier with whoever you end up in the future. If you wish to come back to me and be my sweet boy again, I'll take you back as is.
I just want you to be happy. I love you. Goodbye, my love.
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Sevika x reader who has dealt with comphet, religious parents. Reader comes back from visiting her mother and is visibly drained and guilty. Thank youâ€ïž
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cw: religious strictness from family and pressure, reader is said not to be too religious, older!Sevika, age gap, homophobia
You knew your parents didnât approve of your dating life choices. In fact, they barely even believed in the entire concept of dating unless you were strictly dating to marry the person, and if the person was of their choosing. But you werenât the kind of person who would sell their soul just to please your parents.
As a child, you had done it all.
Youâd brought in good grades, good attitude, good college acceptance lettersâbut nothing is enough for those soul suckers that call themselves your parents.
The day you came out as queer, they kicked you out.
Youâd turned up on Sevikaâs doorstep with tears running down your cheeks, smudging your mascara in black streaks across your cheeks as you bawled your eyes out like a baby, hugging her and complaining about how they kicked you out.
Sevikaâwith her several years of more experience than youâwasnât too surprised. But she wasnât inhuman either.
So she asked you to stay with her.
You didnât want to believe your ears at the start, but she was sure. And since then there hadnât been a single day that she held it over your head as leverage of any sort.
She really was your dream woman.
So the day when you finally told her;
âMom wants me to spend Thanksgiving holidays with them.â
Sevika got concerned.
âAre you sure you want to go?â
âI tried denying it, she showed up at my work place.â
You saw the way her jaw clenched. Anger. Unfiltered anger for all the emotional manipulation and abuse youâd been through.
âNo. Youâre not going.â
âSevikaââ
âThatâs final.â
âSevika, you donât get to make that decision for me.â
Sevikaâs eyes softened a little. âI know.â She paused, âIâm sorry.â
You sat down on the couch. Sevika knelt in front of you without even hesitating, and took both your hands in hers.
âOnly go if you actually want to go.â
âI donât, but it isnât really any option right now, SevâŠâ
Sevika nodded. âI understand⊠when do you get back?â
âRight after thanksgiving, I donât want to spend another moment stuck with them.â
âYou could just file for a restraining order.â
Sevika noticed the way your eyes flicked down. Sad. Upset. Disappointed. Not at Sevika. But the thought alone that you had a family so insane you would potentially have to resort to legal means to get them to leave you alone after they disowned you, like you didnât mean everything to them when you let them suck you dry for everything you had.
âI know.â
The weight of those words landed heavier than expected.
Sevika got up, âtake your time, angel. Let me know if you need anything at all, okay?â
âThank you, baby.â You held her hand for a second, looking back up at her, âyou mean a lot to me, yâknow?â
Sevika smiled. Almost solemn.
And nodded.
The next morning, youâd gone back to your parents house, dressed in clothes that didnât even feel like you to begin with. You saw the judgement in your motherâs eyes as she hugged you, and kissed you on your cheeks.
âOh my babygirl, you have grown up so much since weâve last seen you!â
You forced a smile.
âYeah⊠how have you been, mom?â
âGood, good. As good as a mother can be when her daughter leaves her behind.â
You heard footsteps coming down the staircase. You looked over and saw your father. He held his chin up, judgemental as ever as he slowly descended down the steps. You could feel your shoulders shrinking already.
âYouâre here.â He acknowledged.
âIâmâ I donât know for sure if both of you want me here. Mom stopped by at work and asked me toââ
âOf course, we want you here!â Your mom pressed. âWeâre not like you, dear. Weâre very open-minded, yes?â
You fought the urge to roll your eyes.
âEven if you went ahead to marry that⊠Whatâs her name again?â
âSevika.â
âYes, that⊠even if you went ahead to do that, we are still your parents and we love you.â
If she used the word âloveâ again in that context, you were sure youâd throw up right there.
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When you came back, you only made it a few steps back into the shared space before your purse slipped off your shoulder and landed on the ground.
Sevika, who had been lounging on the couch with a cigar in hand, instantly stubbed it out to run to you.
âHey, whatâs wrong, baby?â
You couldnât stop the tears from coming. âThey havenât changed at allâŠâ
âIâm sorry to hear that, baby.â she rubbed your back, âcome on, letâs get you freshened up.â
You didnât have to lift a finger.
Sevika did it all for you. She helped you brush your teeth and held your hair back so you could wash your face. Usually where it had always been either you cooking or Sevika ordering takeoutâshe cooked tonight.
Very elaborately too.
âI can imagine you didnât eat a lot,â she said, scooping a spoonful of perfectly cooked rice, âcome on, open wide.â
You complied, letting her feed you as you sat there on the couch, hugging a cushion against your chest.
âThey told me Iâm using you for your money and that soon Iâll realise itâs only your money Iâm in love with.â
Sevika scoffed softly, âthey can think whatever they want to. I know itâs not true.â
You smiled slightly. âHow did I get lucky with the best woman in the world?â
I know you said you were looking for requests đ so maybe something where either reader and / or Sevika canât sleep due to shit happening in Zaun and they just cuddle and itâs kind of just soft đ
Dinner had been completed, dishes washed, nightly showers taken. You both laid in bed beside each other in comfortable pajamas that you insisted on matching, and Sevika pretended to dislike but actually liked. But even as you both laid there in more comfort than most Zaunites, there was simply something in the air that rubbed you wrong.
You looked over.
Sevika was asleep.
You looked back at the dark ceiling. The fan creaked obnoxiously, spinning slowly. You stared at it, lost in thought.
The night was windy. You could smell the dirt in the air. As if rain was coming. But rain wasnât what you were worried about.
What you were worried about was the economic situation in Zaunâmost people didnât even have a roof over their heads, let alone a fan that creaked like an unborn animal at night.
You shook your head.
Thinking about the problems wouldnât magically bring forth a solution.
You knew restoring was pretty much what everyone in Zaun tried to do, but nevertheless the hopelessness that had settled in your stomach over the last few days never really decreased.
You turned to your side.
And almost screamed.
âSevâ?! What the fuck!?â You backed off a little. âWhy are you staring at me like that?â
Sevika laughed. You did too.
Both were strained.
âYouâre bothered.â Sevika noted.
âYou are too.â You replied.
Sevika exhaled through her nose. âYeah.â
A pause.
âWhatâre you worried about?â You scooted closer as if she were telling you a secret.
Sevika smiled and wrapped her flesh arm around you, ânothinâ, babe.â
âTell me, donât just lie to my face.â
Sevika buried the lower half of your face against your hair and breathed in deeply, âjust a lot on my mind.â
âSameâŠâ you muttered, burying your face in her chest.
Sevika was warm. She always generated heat like a fucking heater especially when you both cuddled the bodily temperature difference between you both was always so contrasting. Sevikaâs arm didnât move from around you, as if she was protecting you from everything stressful in Zaun with her embrace alone.
âI donât know whatâs gonna happen⊠yâknow with everything going on with Topsideââ
ââI know, baby.â She said, and repeated just for good measure, âI knowâŠâ
You held her tighter. âWill things ever get better, Sev?â
âYou want me to be honest?â
âMhmâŠâ
âNot anytime soon,â she kissed the top of your head, âbut good thing weâre together, Iâm makinâ sure you ainât ever gonna suffer their wrath.â
You smiled into her chest, âI love you, Sevika.â
âI love you, too, baby.â
âYou always protect me. And you keep me safe⊠but whoâs gonna keep you safe?â
For a second, none of you spoke.
The only sound was of the ceiling fan that screamed in different pitches with every rotation.
a threesome w modern au sev, maybe on a party, w reader and maybe some friend of them. and sev tells them ( the friend) to go away in mid action cause she wants reader to herself
Warnings: pwp, you kiss Ran, open relationship with Sevika, manhandling, pre established consent, Sevika is packing, degradation kink, clit rubbing, spanking, overstimulation, reader is drunk
Word count: ~800
Notes: looking for mooties!
You didnât know how many drinks youâd had, you were kissing your friend, legs wrapped around her hips and arms hooked over her broad shoulders. Everything tunnelled down to just you both, you felt Sevikaâs fingertips brush over your hips as if she was reminding you that she was there, as well.
But you were too invested in the kiss shared between you and Ran.
Sevika knew you both are in an open relationship which means you both hoe around pretty much every chance you get, but that didnât make the jealousy feel any better.
She wanted to feel your lips against hers too.
The soft plush feel of them against her own. The thought alone made Sevikaâs teeth grit so hard her jaw hurt. Ran had their arms wrapped around your entire torso in a way that was more claiming than anythingâSevika, on the other hand, was fuming with barely controlled jealousy.
âDonât do anything, donât do anything,â she told herself, âitâs normal, you do this kinda shit as wellâŠâ
But then you moved closer, holding Ranâs face and you muttered,
âYouâre so handsome, baby.â
It was like something in Sevika snapped. She pulled you off the otherâs body, holding you with an iron-clad grip on your upper arm.
âYouâre cominâ with me.â Sevika growled.
You giggled softly. âWhatâs wrong, baby? Youâre all red in the face.â
Your words only egged her on more. She took one look at Ran, and the way their shirt was disheveled from your relentless kissing, your lipstick smudged on their lips a little too perfectly for Sevikaâs liking.
Seeing the way Sevika glared, Ran was sure this was the time to leave you to her. So they got up, and slowly backed away, muttering, âtake your timeâŠâ
âYou had real fun, huh? Kissinâ someone that ainât me?â She grabbed your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours before she dragged you to the bathroom. The bathroom was poorly lit, and one of the sinks leaked with an annoying water dropping sound.
Sevika pushed you over the sink tops and pulled your hips up, hands on your body so firmly she was sure she was leaving bruises in her wake. She pulled you up and ground her front against your back.
You whimpered, biting your bottom lip to prevent more sounds from seeping out but Sevika had other plans.
Thatâs when you felt the visible bulge.
She was packing strap in her pants.
It made you gasp and grab the sink for supportâknowing fully well you would need all that you could get.
She zipped herself enough for the silicone dick to jut out and shoved insideâyou moaned.
âOh my gosh!â
Sevika fucked herself in you all the way, letting you feel just how thick the shaft of the toy was. You couldnât help drooling slightly from the overwhelming pleasure. When she looked in the mirror, she saw your fucked out face and that made her fuck you harder.
Every slam of her hips forward made you lose your breath, cum and discharge leaking around the toy. You didnât even know when you came.
The sound of Sevikaâs huffed breaths made you drool more into the sink. Your eyes caught sight of the way you looked in the mirror. You looked like a fucking mess.
Sevika slapped your ass, grabbing a good handful of your meaty figure before she squeezed and slapped again.
âFuck, baby. Squeeze my dick. You littleâ God, you really love makinâ me jealous, donât you?â
You mumbled something you yourself couldnât comprehend before reaching down with your hand and rubbing your clit in lazy circles.
The sight of it made Sevika groan, âslut. Youâre such a fucking slut. Youâre my slut.â
âI amâŠâ you whispered, rubbing yourself faster.
You felt tingly. Body buzzing with energy as Sevika pumped her strap in your cunt. Your liquids dripped around the toyâs length and onto the dirty bathroom floor.
It smelled like sex in there, and maybe that was what made Sevika fuck you fasterâif it was even humanely possible.
âCum.â
âI already did.â
âAgain.â
âNoâ wasnât even an option anymore. You didnât mind. You held the sink hard enough for your knuckles to turn white, Sevika thrusts deep and hard before pulling out all the way and sinking back insideâso deep you felt her strap bullying your cervix.
Thenâyou came with a sudden gush of pussy juices.
The bathroom floor was fucking filthy by the time you both were done. But you didnât care and neither did she, she helped you up and seated you on the bathroom counterâkissing you fervently.
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I completely forgot to make an eid post yesterday but itâs genuinely impossible for me to stop thinking about how dystopian and horrifying it is that there are children spending whatâs supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year starving, displaced, orphaned, or buried under rubble. This is a holiday. Kids are supposed to be getting dressed up, eating good food, being with family, getting gifts, feeling safe and loved. Instead there are parents trying to keep their children alive through bombings and famine. There are people celebrating surrounded by grief and destruction. And the fact that the world is continuing on around this like itâs normal is sickening. Donât stop talking about Palestine. Donât let yourself become numb to this.