Carving Pumpkins With Sevika
You and Sevika are sitting at the kitchen table sipping on black tea, pumpkin spice flavor, of course, in props to it being fall no matter how much you had to beg Sevika to try it, and of course she gave in in the end.
The two of you were sitting there across from each other at opposite ends of the table. Sevika was hunched over and lost in the newspaper—specifically the crossword puzzle—with the mug up to her lips in her boxers with hearts on them and a sports bra. You were staring at her, lost in your thoughts. Your mug is also up to your lips. After a few moments, Sevika peered up from her newspaper and cocked a smirk. “See something you like?” You blinked at her a few times, half confused and half lost in dissociation. That’s when her smirk turned into a frown and she reached her hand across the table to tangle with yours. “What’s wrong, doll?” She asked, worry laced in her tone. She gives your hand a little squeeze with her own, which grounds you. You stop letting your thoughts swarm you and look at Sevika. “What’s wrong, doll?” She asked you again, and you stared at her for a few minutes before speaking: “Just lost in my thoughts, baby.” You reply sheepishly and quickly add a “sorry.” Her frown only increases. “Don’t apologize.” After the conversation, it’s silent; the two of you are just staring at each other when Sevika suddenly perks up and asks, “Hey, what if we go to a pumpkin patch?” she asks casually
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The two of you pulled up in Sevika’s beaten-up maroon 1968 Ford Mustang. She refused to give it up and trade it in for a better car. Something along the lines of “Hey! That’s my lucky girl you’re talking about” is what you would get each time you begged her to retire the poor old thing, which is why you eventually gave up and started encouraging Sevika’s love for her car. “Can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” you thought.
You stepped out of the truck and onto the dirt path underneath the car. The wind was blowing slightly, a nice crisp touch, with reddish-orange leaves on the ground here and there, a sign that it was indeed fall and not summer anymore. You make your way to the back of the vehicle, where Sevika is already coming over from the other side, slinging her car keys on her prosthetic metal finger as she approaches you and tosses her flesh arm around your neck, pulling you in close to her side. You two quietly make your way up the dirt path together, side by side.
Up at the entrance you could see to the side a large field filled with endless pumpkins.
After Sevika purchased your ticket for you and her, you ensued on finding your “soul pumpkin.”
You and Sevika were now sorting through pumpkins; she wanted to ensure that you both found perfect pumpkins. You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue and kept searching. That's how you ended up bent over inspecting this pumpkin that caught your eye.
You stand up to admire the pumpkin for a second before you decide to call Sevika over. “Sev! I found my pumpkin!” She turns away from a pumpkin to look at you, and you wave her over. Sevika makes her way to you, and when she peers down at the pumpkin you're pointing at, she stops dead in her tracks and bursts into laughter. It was the wonkiest-looking thing she'd seen, but it was also endearing in a way.
"Oh my god, it's hideous," she said through laughs, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I love it."
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Sevika insisted that y’all carve the pumpkins outside so you just shrugged your shoulders and agreed.
The two of you were outside, pumpkins in front of you. Hers was perfectly round and perfect in all ways that a pumpkin can be, while yours was a little funky-looking. You insisted to Sevika that this was the one, this was YOUR pumpkin, and you just needed it. Sevika thought you were being loony, and that's when you had to tell her about “Stanley the Square Pumpkin,” and then she really looked at you like you were crazy.
Sevika was carving something intricate on her pumpkin while you were just carving the classic pumpkin face, the three triangles and the teeth. The two of you continued for a couple of minutes before Sevika stopped, leaned back, and stuffed her hand into her jacket and pulled a joint out of her pocket along with a lighter. She looked nice like that, almost godlike, with her legs spread out around the pumpkin, leaning back on her prosthetic arm with her fingers wrapped around the joint and it between her lips while she took a long drag and closed her eyes.
You were staring at her, just admiring her but trying to make it not seem too obvious when she opened her eyes and caught you staring and raised an eyebrow at you. "What?"
You quickly clear your throat and speak up, “Are you going to share or just hog it all?” You tease, referring to the joint.
Sevika smirked at that and chuckled, "Well, if you can be a good girl and ask nicely, then yeah, I'll give you a hit." She was teasing you, obviously.
You bat your eyelashes to add to the effect and tilt your head a little. “Can I pretty please have some sev?”
That definitely got Sevika's attention; she watched you bat your eyelashes at her for a moment before she rolled her eyes and handed the joint to you. "Yeah, yeah, here you go, princess."
You give Sevika a quick little smile before reaching out to grab the joint, bringing it up to your lips to take a puff.
Sevika watched you as you took a puff from the joint, her gaze never leaving you, and when you exhaled, she couldn't help but think how hot it was seeing the smoke leave your lips.
You pull the joint back from my lips to look at Sevika for a second. “You’re such a good girlfriend, Sev,” you say slightly teasingly.
Sevika chuckled softly at that and rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah yeah, I know I'm the best," she said with a smirk. "You're not too bad yourself."
You scoot away from your pumpkin closer to her until your thighs touch and offer the joint back to her.
Sevika watched you move closer and didn't protest at all, enjoying the proximity between the two of you. She took the joint from you and took a hit before exhaling and passing it back to you. "You're awfully clingy tonight, huh?" she joked with a smirk.
You take the joint and hold it between your fingers for a second as you speak: “Is it a crime to sit next to my beautiful girlfriend?” You ask playfully before you take a drag from the joint and lean your face into Sevika's. Your lips are close to her, and you still haven't let the smoke out yet.
Sevika's smirk widened as you leaned into her, your lips teasingly close. "No, princess, it's definitely not a crime. But it IS a crime to tease me like that." She said with a hint of huskiness in her voice, her eyes darkened slightly. She opened her mouth, understanding what you wanted. You blew the smoke into her mouth, your lips brushing slightly against hers.
Sevika inhaled the smoke you exhaled and shivered, her eyes locking onto your lips as her hand came to rest on your thigh, fingers tracing small circles.
You pull back from her lips and give her a small smile before turning your attention to her pumpkin between her legs. “What’d you carve?” You ask softly.
Sevika watched you for a moment before her gaze shifted down to the pumpkin between her legs, her hand running over the carving. "Oh, just something dumb," she said with a shrug, trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal. "You know, just a skull and crossbones or whatever." She didn't want to admit that she'd been trying to carve "y/n + Sevika" into the pumpkin but failed miserably.
You spot the start of your name between the crossbones and turn your attention back towards Sevika, giving her shoulder a soft bump with your own shoulder. “Is that my name?” You ask teasingly.
Sevika couldn't help but smile at your teasing and nodded sheepishly, the tips of her ears going red as she conceded defeat. "Yeah, yeah, it is. I tried, okay?" she admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice. "Turns out carving names on pumpkins isn't very easy."
“You’re such a softy,” you tease, giving her shoulder another bump. “It’s sweet; I like it,” you add in a softer tone.
Sevika rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't help the soft smile on her face. "Shut up," she grumbled, but there was no hint of malice in her tone. "I'm not a softie, alright? It was just something stupid and corny. I don't even know why I tried."
“Do you want to see mine?” You ask her, handing her the joint back.
Sevika took the joint back from you with a smirk on her face. "Yeah, sure, let's see what you came up with." She replied, leaning back on her prosthetic hand, clearly curious to see your pumpkin carving.
You scoot back over and reach out to grab your pumpkin and scoot back over towards her and then turn it around to reveal the face, two triangle eyes, a triangle nose, and a classic pumpkin smile on your funny-shaped-looking pumpkin. “Tada!”
Sevika burst out laughing when she saw the funny-looking face on your pumpkin. "Wow, doll, that is one ugly pumpkin." She teased, struggling to hold back her amusement. "I'm pretty sure even my carving skills are better than that. And that's saying something."
“Hey! We agreed that we wouldn’t make fun of my pumpkin!” You say playfully.
Sevika grinned mischievously at your protest, enjoying the banter. "Oh, right, I remember now. But come on, it's impossible not to tease you when your pumpkin looks like that." She replied, still chuckling. "But hey, I have to admit, it's uniquely adorable in its own little deformed way."
Sevika stubs the joint out on the concrete ground and puts it back in her pocket along with her lighter. You set your pumpkin down in front of you and turn to her. “I need to take a picture of you with your pumpkin,” you say teasingly but slightly seriously, “you know, to add to the photo album.”
Sevika groaned playfully, pretending to be annoyed, but couldn't help but smirk at your comment. "Ugh, do we have to? I hate having my picture taken." She protested, although deep down she knew in the end she would give in to you.
“Yes! Now stay here and let me go grab my camera.”
Sevika sighed dramatically but nodded reluctantly, leaning back on her prosthetic arm with a hint of a smirk on her face. "Fine, fine, I'll stay here and be a good model for you. But hurry up, alright? I'm not going to wait all night."
After a few minutes you came back out of the house holding the camera. “Sev, stand up and hold your pumpkin.”
Sevika rolled her eyes playfully at your order but complied, standing up and holding her perfect pumpkin in her hand. "Alright, alright, I'm standing. Don't boss me around too much." She said with a smirk.
You bring the camera to your face and peer through the viewfinder with your eye before focusing the lens on Sevika with her pumpkin. You give her a thumbs up and a quick “smile!” Before taking the picture
Sevika begrudgingly flashed a small smile at the camera as you took the picture. Happy now? I hope that picture satisfies your photo-taking obsession." She said, still pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the attention.
You walk over with the camera in your hand to her and turn the camera around, throwing your arm over her shoulder. Without warning, you take another photo of the two of you.
Sevika let out a surprised "Hey!" as you took another picture without warning, her smile growing wider. She playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head giving you a shove, trying to feign annoyance but failing miserably. "You just can't help yourself, can you? Gotta snap pictures like crazy."
After the two of you had set your pumpkins up on the porch and cleaned off, you were now sitting on the couch next to each other, both of you slightly high.
Sevika had her arm lazily draped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her side like always, and you guys were mindlessly watching some horror movie.
"Ugh, these movies are so dumb. Who would go into a creepy attic like that? Seriously, people have no common sense." Sevika commented with a scoff, shaking her head, her fingers mindlessly tracing small circles on your shoulder.
You stare at the screen and back at Sevika. “You would make a hot Ghostface,” you say casually.
Sevika raised an eyebrow at your comment, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Oh yeah? You think I could pull off that spooky mask and terrorize the town, huh?" She asked in a teasing tone, her flesh hand trailing down from your shoulder to playfully pinch your side.
You yelp slightly and swat her hand away from your side. “As if you don’t already terrorize the entire neighborhood,” you mumble teasingly.
Sevika chuckled at your response and feigned an offended expression. "Hey, I do not terrorize the neighborhood. I'm simply... asserting my dominance." She said with a sly smirk, her hand returning to your side to lightly tickle you, her fingers dancing along your ribs.
You stifle a laugh and quickly catch her wrist. “Oh yeah, because blasting your music at 7am in the garage while you work out is very dominant of you.”
Sevika rolled her eyes playfully and grinned, caught off guard by your quick catch. "Hey, I have to get my workout in somehow. And what better way to wake up the neighborhood than with some good ol' metal music?" She retorted, her hand still captured in your grip.
“You mean your dad rock?”
Sevika mock gasped, pretending to be offended. "How dare you! My music is not 'dad rock.' It's classic and badass." She protested, a hint of playful defiance in her voice. "And if I want to blast it at 7am while working out, well, I will."
“Mhmm.” You pull her closer to you with her wrist still in your hand, your faces inches apart from hers now.
Her eyes flick down to your lips for a split second before locking back onto your eyes. "You know you secretly love it when I blast my music." She murmured, her hand slipping free from your grip and coming to rest on your thigh.
“Oh yeah, I love it when your music wakes me up early in the morning and I hear your grunts from down the hall,” you tease, leaning in closer so your lips brush against hers.
Sevika shivered at the brush of your lips against hers, her hand on your thigh applying more pressure, fingertips lightly digging into the skin. "You say you hate it, but I know you secretly enjoy hearing me work out... and grunt." She murmurs lowly, her breath ghosting over your lips.
You don’t answer; instead, you run your tongue across her lower lip and move your hands to tangle in her hair.
Sevika groaned softly at the feel of your tongue on her lip, her hand on your thigh tightening even more as you tangled your hands in her hair. She leaned in closer, her lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "You're playing dirty, doll." She whispered, her voice husky with desire, before finally closing the gap and pressing her lips to yours in a deep kiss.
You angle your head, deepening the kiss and tugging at her hair with your fingers.
Sevika groaned as you deepened the kiss, her lips moving hungrily against yours. Her hand on your thigh began to trail up towards your hip, her fingers tracing a path along your pajama pants. She pulled you closer, her teeth biting down on your bottom lip causing you to gasp as her tongue slipped between your lips, seeking to explore your mouth greedily.
Sevika's hand slid up, and without warning, her hand dipped into your pajama pants and into your underwear, feeling between your slick folds. Sevika's smirk deepened her fingers immediately finding their target. She groaned low in her throat as she felt how wet you were, her eyes darkening with desire.
"You liked that, didn't you?" She murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "You liked me being rough with you."
She leaned in, her body pressing against yours, her fingers beginning to toy with your cunt.
Your hands tugged at her hair before sliding down her neck and to your shoulder to grasp at her back, nails digging into her loose, worn band shirt.
Sevika let out a low hiss at the feel of your nails digging into her bare skin, the fabric of the shirt offering little defense. She pressed herself even closer, her body trapping you against the couch, her fingers circling and teasing you even as her teeth nipped at your earlobe.
"You drive me crazy, doll," she murmured huskily, her breath hot against your skin. "The things you do to me... the sounds you make when I touch you... I can't get enough."
You press closer to her and grind yourself down against her palm and fingers that are pressing into you as you let out little whines and moans. “Sev…” you whine, your breathing uneven.
Sevika's eyes darkened at the sounds leaving your lips, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She loved how you reacted to her touches, how needy and desperate you became for her.
"Yeah, doll?" Sevika murmured, her fingers continuing to rub small circles into your clit, her palm applying more pressure in response to your grinding. "You like that, huh? You like the way I make you feel?"
“Please,” you pant, trying to steady your breathing as your hips buck against her palm, “put your fingers inside of me.”
Sevika groaned at your request, her fingers pausing their ministrations for a split second as her breathing hitched at your words. She loved it when you were needy for her, when you begged for her.
"Mmm, so desperate for me, aren't you?" She murmured, her voice rough with desire. "Since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"
Her fingers began to slip inside of you, slowly at first.
You clenched around her fingers, sucking her in as you rocked your hips back and forth with her inside of you. “Your fingers are so big, god…” You pant breathlessly.
Sevika groaned lowly at your words, a shiver running down her spine. "Damn... you're so needy for me." She murmured, her fingers continuing to move inside of you, curling upwards. "You like this, don't you?"
She leaned in, her mouth seeking out your neck, her lips and teeth marking the sensitive skin. "You're so damn perfect."
Your fingers dug deeper into the blades of her shoulder. “I need more vika,” you whine, trying to bounce on her fingers.
Sevika groaned again at your desperation, her teeth nipping at your neck gently. "You want more, doll?" She murmured huskily, her fingers curling inside you again, pressing against that spot that made your body quiver.
She knew you needed more, and she was going to give you everything she had. "Beg for me. Beg for me to give you more."
Your breath hitched, a needy whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it.
“Please, Sevika… I need more,” you gasped, your voice trembling with want as your hips bucked helplessly into her hand.
Sevika's gaze darkened at the sound of your desperate plea, her fingers moving inside you more deeply, more urgently. She adored hearing you like this, needy and wanting for her. "Yeah, doll... that's it. I love it when you beg."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she continued to move her fingers inside you. "You're so damn beautiful like this, you know that? All desperate and aching for me."
Her lips trailed down your jawline to your neck, where she nipped at the sensitive skin. "I'm going to give you everything you need, everything you want."
Her hand beneath your pants moved faster, her fingers curling and twisting inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "You like that, baby?" She asked gruffly, her voice thick with desire. "You like how I make you feel?"
You throw your head back, panting, and let out a moan mixed with a whimper, “Feels so good, Vika.”
Sevika growled in response to your moan, her fingers moving even faster, even deeper, spurred on by the desperate need in your voice. She loved hearing you moan and whine for her; it only fueled her own desire.
"Yeah...?" She murmured huskily, her lips trailing over your neck, leaving a path of kisses in their wake until she found your earlobe. She nibbled it gently, her fingers still working their magic inside you. "You're so close, princess. I can feel it. Let go for me."
“Shit!…shit, Sev…” You panted, trying to control your breathing. “Sevika! I’m…I’m! -“ Your voice trailed off as you released yourself onto her fingers, your back arching and your nails digging deeper into her back, surely leaving a mark. You shook and spazzed against her as your orgasm washed over you.
Sevika held you tightly as you convulsed against her, her fingers slowly withdrawing as your orgasm ran through you. She watched you with darkened eyes, her gaze taking in every expression you made, every movement of your body.
"That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You did so well for me. You're so damn beautiful."
She gently guided you down against her chest as she leaned backwards against the sofa, gently trailing her fingers over your body.
You lie on top of her on the couch and curl into her chest like a cat. “You’re so warm,” you whisper softly to her.
Sevika chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer against her chest. She loved how you seemed to fit perfectly in her arms, as if made to be there.
"Mmm, you're like a little cat. You just want to cuddle and be warm." She teased lightly, her fingers gently tracing lazy patterns along your back.
"Not that I mind, though," she added, her voice becoming more serious. "I like having you close like this. Feels right."
She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. "You're so damn perfect, you know that?"
“You’re so sweet, Sev,” you whisper into her chest. “I love you so much.”
Sevika's heart fluttered at your words, her hold on you tightening just a bit. Hearing you say those three simple words always made her feel a certain way, like she was the luckiest person in the world.
"I love you too, doll," she murmured, her voice low and soft. "Mmm, you have no idea how much."
She buried her face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you, relishing in the feeling of having you in her arms. "You make me so goddamn soft."
You press a soft kiss into the fabric of her shirt on her chest. “Tomorrow we have to check out the haunted hayride at Vanders farm,” you whisper tiredly into her chest.
Sevika chuckled softly at the mention of the haunted hayride. She could sense your tiredness in the way your voice slurred and how you nestled closer against her chest.
"We'll go check out the hayride tomorrow," she replied, her hand coming up to brush your hair gently. "But for now, maybe you should get some rest. You sound pretty tired."
She held you tight against her, the steady rise and fall of her chest serving as a soothing rhythm beneath you.
After a few minutes her breathing lulled you to sleep; you were passed out on top of her, snoring slightly.
Sevika couldn't help but chuckle softly as she realized you'd fallen asleep, your body resting peacefully against her. She found it both adorable and endearing how you'd simply passed out against her chest.
Shifting more comfortably on the couch, she adjusted her grip on you, pulling you a little closer and draping an arm across your back. The steady rhythm of your soft snoring and the feel of your warm body against her chest lulled her into her own sleep.
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