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When a butch taps the tip of her strap on my pussy or my tongue before putting it in ⋆˙⟡
sighhhh
Gangster possessive Sevika 🫦
little drabble for you guys because im tired and about to log out again
── ♡ cw: fluff, cuddlinggggg
Sevika wasn’t new to violence, but she definitely was new to this kind of softness. Never even once in her life had she experienced this, being held by soft arms with her hair getting stroked gently.
Sevika leaned closer and whispered, “I love you.”
You giggled and pressed a kiss to her temple, “I love you too, baby.”
“You’re mine.” Sevika’s arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer until your body was pressed flush against her frame. “You’re all mine.”
A small huff of a laugh exits you, “awh, yeah, I’m yours, baby.”
“All—” she kissed you. “All fucking mine.”
She said, continuing to kiss you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Physically, I'm in my room
Mentally, I'm arching my back and taking it like a good girl.
You really want it, huh?
Warnings: future mother-in-law!Sevika, fauxcest? Maybe?, reader is bi (ik kill me I'm sorry), g!p Sevika, dub-con, being laced, breeding + breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation.
How would we feel about a really unhinged part two??
NEED a part 2, I'm begging!

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best friend's older sister!sevika headcanons
contains: modern!au, mentions of smoking weed and cigarettes, nsfw content (so minors dni), not proofread, mentions of porn, clitplay and fingering, cunnilingus, degradation (word "slut" is used), sevika being a jackass and teasing the reader about their clothes + possible inexperience, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt" and "tits," kinda imagined a younger version of sevika here, maybe late twenties
pt. 2
best friend's older sister!sevika who is always cooped up in her bedroom, whirring noises entering the halls from the mechanics she's working with. if you walk past her room, your body immediately gets blanketed with goosebumps from the cold air streaming in from her window, which is always cracked open so that she can blow the smoke from her weed and cigarettes out of there.
sometimes you run into her in the hall outside of her bedroom, cigarette hanging out of her lips, loud music blasting from the speakers she has in there. if you guys are both heading to the bathroom, she'll quietly nod, leaning back into the doorframe to let you go first.
there have been a few occasions where through the open door, you can see a girl laid out on her bed or sneaking out of her window. all you can do is ignore it and try to resist having wandering thoughts about exactly how good she must be in bed to have different girls over all the time.
more bimbo reader im BEGGINGGG OML I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE UGHHHH ! please and ty ofc !! 💋
Bimbo!you know the effect you have on her.
A quick pillow princess(kinda)!kindasubkindanot! Sevika
wc: 1.3k
cw: Reader!giving, Pussy eating, and Fingering
smut with... a little plot...?
“You again?” you scoffed, your voice carrying a familiar edge of amusement as you slipped through the curtain, letting it fall shut behind you with a soft swish.
The room was dim, lit in that low, warm glow that softened everything it touched. It caught on the delicate lace clinging to your hips, the deep red of your underwear almost glowing against your skin. The maroon corset hugged your torso tightly, sculpting your waist and lifting your chest just enough to feel intentional, practiced. Every detail of you was deliberate, curated, part of the performance you knew so well.
Sevika was already seated, her broad frame sunk into the chair like she owned not just the space, but the air in it. She let out a quiet breath through her nose, something between a sigh and a low huff, her eyes dragging slowly over you before she gave a small, knowing nod.
“You know you’re my favorite,” she said, her voice rough and steady.
You raised your brows at that, a quiet, almost disbelieving smile tugging at your lips as you let out a soft chuckle, more to yourself than to her. You had heard it before. Many times. It always started like this.
That same line. That same look in her eyes.
And every time, it felt just a little different.
Because Sevika did not speak like the others. She did not flatter or fumble or pretend. There was something unshakably sure about her, something that pressed into the room the moment she entered it. Confidence was too soft a word for it. She carried dominance like it was second nature, like it lived in her bones, in the way she sat, the way she looked at you, the way she never once hesitated.
You had seen plenty of people come and go through here, but none of them held themselves like she did.
None of them made the room feel smaller.
She had been coming to see you for months now. Longer than most. Long enough that it stopped feeling like coincidence and started feeling like intention. There was a pattern to her visits, a quiet insistence. Not rushed, not careless, but deliberate. Focused.
Almost like she had chosen you.
And maybe she had.
She was loyal that way, loyal to her bones.
Because the truth was, the other girls did not know what to do with her. They did not understand the weight of her presence, or how to meet it without shrinking back from it. They mistook her silence for disinterest, her intensity for something to avoid.
But you never had.
You met it. You played with it. You let it press against you without folding.
And now her powerful legs were splayed wide open across the worn leather of the loveseat in the dimly lit corner of the brothel, the air thick with the mingled scents of sweat, perfume, and lingering smoke from the day's earlier indulgences.
Sevika's hips trembled uncontrollably, her thick thighs quivering with the building tension as your tongue lapped at her exposed pussy with merciless fervor, the flat of your tongue dragging repeatedly over her swollen folds, tasting the salty tang of her arousal mixed with the faint, earthy musk from her long, grueling shift.
She squealed sharply, the high-pitched sound cutting through the low hum of chatter from the other workers scattered around the brothel. Women lounging on velvet cushions or leaning against the bar
Her calloused hand clenched tightly in your hair, fingers twisting the strands with desperate force, pulling your face deeper into her dripping heat as if she could fuse you there forever.
"Fuck!" she choked out, the word ragged and broken, her voice a gravelly rasp that betrayed the cracks in her usual ironclad composure.
Sevika was the epitome of dominance in this place tall, broad-shouldered, with a confidence that commanded respect and fear in equal measure.
But beneath that commanding exterior, Sevika craved something deeper, more vulnerable. She yearned to be the undisputed center of attention, to surrender her body completely and lay back, letting the pleasure wash over her like a tidal wave she couldn't fight.
She needed to take it, to be devoured and overwhelmed, her muscles going slack under the onslaught until she was nothing but raw sensation.
Of course, there were those heated nights when you'd flip the script just enough, straddling her lap and grinding your slick clit against hers in frantic, slippery circles, the friction building until her eyes rolled back and she was near sobbing, her dominant facade shattering into pleas for mercy that only fueled your own fire.
And god, it was exactly how you liked it, watching the mighty Sevika unravel at your touch, her body arching and writhing under your command. The power exchange sending electric thrills straight to your core.
When you first started on her, she'd always guide you with that signature authority, her voice low and rough like weathered gravel as you knelt between her spread thighs and began to suck on her engorged clit, drawing it between your lips with gentle pulls.
"Not so rough, baby," she'd grunt out through gritted teet.
Her hand resting possessively on the back of your head, directing the pressure just so, her pussy lips parting further under your mouth's insistent attention. She'd bite down hard on her full lower lip, drawing a faint bead of blood as she looked down at you with those piercing eyes, dark with hunger.
"Twirl your tongue," she'd gasp then.
Her breath hitching as you obeyed, swirling the wet muscle around the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight, teasing spirals that made her inner walls clench visibly.
"Oh, just like that," she'd whine.
The sound so unlike her usual stoic growl: a soft, needy keen that vibrated through her chest, her abs tightening under her scarred skin as the pleasure coiled tighter in her belly.
With each passing minute, you'd push her further, your mouth working in tandem with her instructions until her guidance faltered, her commands dissolving into breathless moans. Eventually, you could coax her to that exquisite point of no return, where the dominant Sevika transformed into a whimpering, whining mess, completely undone in your hands. Her body slick with sweat, thighs clamping around your ears, every nerve alight and begging for release.
That was when you had the most fun, reveling in the way her control slipped away like sand through fingers, leaving her exposed and desperate.
You slid two fingers deep inside her soaking cunt without warning, the velvety walls sucking them in greedily, hot and pulsing around the intrusion as your tongue continued its relentless twirl over her throbbing clit, flicking and circling with precision that made her toes curl against the loveseat's edge.
She ground down hard on your hand, her hips rolling in urgent, sloppy circles, chasing the fullness as her juices coated your knuckles and dripped onto the leather below.
"Another…" she whined.
You nodded against her slick mound, the motion brushing your nose through her trimmed curls, and chuckled low into her swollen cunt. The vibration humming straight through her core and drawing a shuddering gasp from her throat.
Obeying her fractured command, you eased in a third finger, stretching her further, the tight ring of muscle yielding with a wet squelch as you curled them upward to stroke that ridged spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
Sevika lifted her hips off the seat in response, arching her back sharply to give you better access. Your mouth latched on with renewed vigor, tongue plunging alongside your fingers in shallow thrusts while your lips sealed around her clit, sucking with firm, rhythmic pulls that echoed the pounding of her heart.
Whining softly in shared ecstasy, you glanced up at her through your lashes, locking eyes with her flushed, wild gaze while she bucked her hips wildly against your face.
The movements jerky and uncontrolled, her breaths coming in sharp pants that filled the room. Her breasts heaved under her half-unbuttoned shirt, nipples straining against the fabric, and her face contorted in blissful agony.
"More, more," she begged.
sorry if this sucks i was writing it in parts today and im so nervous i can barely think
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happy gay month to my favorite lesbian :)
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭) 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝) 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬...
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Word Count: 1.9k Content/Warnings: nsfw, best friend!sev fucks the shit out of you, no pronouns used for reader, vibrator and strap use, reader has a shitty (but also gender neutral) ex, clueless lesbians in love A/N: okay i know this isn't on my upcoming works list but guys!! fwb sev!! love this concept wanted to see it fleshed out so here we are... and, as always, i hope you enjoy <3
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Sevika and male reader headcannons
You see her across the bar, smile and wave.
She caves your fucking skull in for looking at her.
She goes home with a woman and fucks her silly
The end.
*insert pic of twitter post saying "I'd eat whatever I'm allergic to for my throat to be tighter for her strap"*
*insert pic of Sevika*
Yeah. The gay's will go crazy for that one.
I want Sevika to mark the fuck outta me. Bite me, scratch me, bruise me. Piss on me and stick her fingers down my throat until I puke and tell me I look so cute and I'm all hers and I'm being such a good girl. I wanna be owned.
the irreparable damage vi and sevika from arcane has done to me is insane, though i dont regret a single thing i love my girls
"Sevika or Vi?"
They can take it in turns, next question.

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Sevika gymfluencer AU
inspiration : @/lesbianlifts_ on IG
Sevika who sticks 3 thick fingers inside you before you before you're properly ready and moans like she's the one being fucked at how you arch your back and take it
Sevika who nuzzles into your neck whispering "I know. I know, baby" when you're close for the 7th time that night
Sevika who'll spread your pussy wide open and spit on it before ramming herself inside
Sevika who'll sit back against the headboard stroking her strap and tell you "put on a good show for me" with a cigar hanging out her mouth and that smirk on her lips
Sevika who'll have your legs over her shoulders for deeper access and kiss from your ankle to your knee as she coo's at how well you take her
Sevika who wants it everywhere all the time and has gotten you kicked out of mire than one establishment because of the noise coming from the bathroom stall you were in
Sevika who'll come home from a long day and tell you to get on your knees. Hand death gripping your hair as she bounces your head up and down on her fat clit.
Sevika who tells you to "show me how you play with it" when she sticks your hand down her pants.