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I shouldn’t have to have a job I should be home lezzin out

Melvika from my regency au

Tsaheylu

Part 1

tsaheylu — the bond Alpha!Sevika x Omega!F!Reader

index | intro

⛧ Warnings: r!masturbating, panty sniffing, scenting, female alpha anatomy, enlarged clit/g!p sevika (idk the right tag), oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, fingering, pussy stretching, degradation, slick sharing, dacryphilia, mean!Sevika, squirting, thigh spanking, pussy spitting ⛧ Word Count: 4,071 words

It had come a day early.

You were bringing in the snacks to fill the rickety table at the side of your and Sevika’s bed when the first wave of heat hit you. It makes your face flush, your body to throb as a racing headache clouds your vision.

A broken whimper slips past your lips as you feel the dampening of your underwear. You felt so heavy, the clothes making you feel weighed down. So you quickly stripped in time for your knees to give, for you to buckle and grip the side of the bed as you slumped onto the floor.

“Mm, ‘vika,” You swallow as you remember: you’re home alone.

Sevika had gone out today as usual for work, saying she might not be here until late. She wanted to get as much done in preparation for the week of your heat when the thought of being without her was crippling to your pliant brain.

You shift forward and hiss as your breasts brush the bedsheets, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A tortuous ache that made you palm one of them and groan, rubbing your finger around the bud. The warmth of your own hand wasn’t nearly as good at the feeling of Sevika’s skin. 

You really hoped the day for her went quickly, so she’d be here earlier than expected. You continue to toy with your chest, groaning and squeezing your thighs shut for friction. You could feel, practically hear, the wetness of your cunt as more slick dampens your skin.

The squeeze of your pussy around nothing makes you sigh in defeat as you slowly stand and grab the dildo tucked into the drawer of your makeshift nightstand. You throw it on the bed as you go into the drawers to pull out one of Sevika’s shirt. You inhaled the material but whined when there’s only the faintest hint of her scent on it.

You could… Your eyes dart to the wicker basket filled with dirty clothes as an embarrassed flush fevers your skin further. You still clutch the shirt as you make your way to the basket, thighs slick down to the sides of your knees. You snatch up a shirt and her underwear as you make your way into the bed again.

It's not as if you hadn’t masturbated to her scent before, especially more often when your heat was nearing but now it just felt mortifying. You slip onto the bed, burying your face into Sevika’s pillow as you prop your hips up on your knees.

The slickness of your cunt was beginning to smear the sheets as your hand with the dildo disappeared between your legs. You shift your face to press a cheek on the pillow, enough for your nose to have access to the woman’s used and clean clothes. You moan as your cunt twitches at the scent alone, teasing your fluttering rim and hard clit with the tip of the dildo.

“Mm,” your eyes flutter as you slowly sink the toy into your hole. Your body takes the intrusion with ease, as you slowly thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. From base, until your fingertips were flush again your cunt, to tip, where it teased your rim.

“Fuck,” you moan as you continue to fuck your cunt with steady strokes of the toy, grinding down into your hand. You needed it deeper, needed her. “Vika,” you whine into the fabric, shifting her underwear closer to your nose to bury into the article of clothing.

It wasn’t enough. You couldn’t feel full, that wonderful feeling of being filled by Sevika after she got hard. Your strokes became more desperate, trying to shove the toy deeper — as if it was possible to do it. As if there was more of it to be buried inside of you.

“Vika, please,” you groan, other hand pulling the fabric closer to your nose before dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit. You moan, thighs spreading slightly for more room to touch yourself with.

“That’s it, baby,” her condescending voice came to mind and a whimper slipped past your lips as you chased your orgasm. Wanting even a little relief to your aching, needy cunt. “Get yourself ready for me.”

You don’t know — can’t remember, really — if she’s ever said that to you, but you know her voice enough to hear her say it nevertheless. To hear her edge you on, to keep touching yourself, to make yourself cum for her.

Nothing is working.

Despite the coiling of your stomach, the way your cunt tightens slightly around the toy and the friction of your clit, it’s not enough. “Janna,” you whine, brows pinched in desperation as you inhale the scent of the alpha’s clothes.

Your orgasm washes over too-closely but never fully. Teetered and anchored to something you didn’t know what, didn’t know how to obtain. So you shift, rolling on your side then your back, toy still pressed into you as you roll your hips down onto it and moan.

A soft groan puffs out your lips as you move your hand to your hole, as you push in a finger alongside the dildo. A delicate stretch of your cunt, though you knew you could take more. You just wanted to go slow. You leave your finger still but slowly pump the dildo, moaning softly as you continue your slow thrusts.Sevika, you thought, please hurry.

She’s felt it all day. That endless buzzing of her ears, the growls that have since escaped her, unable to be contained any longer. At first, she didn’t know why they were happening, why she felt on edge, but then an omega brushed past her and she almost retched at the scent. The sickly sweetness of unmated omegas nearing their heats, like a beacon letting others know that they were unmarked, ready to be courted or taken — each omega to their own preferences and all.

It was a scent she was familiar with, she had had plenty of omegas trying to get her attention before you had come along. They all smelt sweet in their own way, each distinct, all omegas had a distinctive sweet scent to them. Yours, however, wasn’t just sweet, it was electric. She assimilated it to a shock to every nerve in her system every chance she got to smell you, not you in heat, no, smell you. You were always sweet and electric, it always had her on edge.

However, the scent of that omega made her stomach turn when she thought of you now. Others could smell you, sense you were unmated and that she could be challenged by another alpha for your hand. Another growl rumbles in her chest as her face twists in distaste at the thought of others being able to do to you. 

“Shit,” She grunts in realization, lips twitching. “She’s early,” she mutters as she feels the slow, steady increase of her heartbeat.

This kind of bond usually happened with mated pairs, but here she was, already more than bonded to you without having marked you. Oh, but how the urge to have you marked has increased. Every single day the need gnawed at her, and today, it had finally boiled over and left her scalding.

 She made her way down the street after finishing the task she had begun, thoroughly ignoring the others. She couldn’t wait any longer, just needed to see you, to help you, to take you.Let the jobs pile, she would simply do them like the obedient right hand she was afterwards. After she spent the week with her little omega in heat.

“No,” You whimper again at feeling the orgasm never fully settle around you.

There were tears in your eyes, a few having escaped and were dampening your hairline at your temples alongside the sheen of sweat that had engulfed you a while ago. You were about to push in a third finger besides the dildo when the door slammed open.

You jolt, thighs closing and eyes wide as you lock eyes with Sevika. Her scent washes over you and you moan as you pull your fingers and the toy free in time for her to be walking toward the bed. You shuffle to kneel on the bed, craning your neck back for her as she leans down to slot your mouth with her own.

Her hands are on your waist, kneading the softness of your body as she licks into your mouth hard. Dominant and unhesitant, which you melt against and comply. You go to wrap your arms around her but her hands are moving to catch your wrists, groaning as she nips at your bottom lip.

“Poor, desperate baby,” She mocks when she pulls back, kissing the side of your jaw then your neck. She moans at the scent, the strength of it against your pulse point and she has to stop herself from sinking her teeth into you right now. She needs to wait a little longer before wanting to officially mate you.

“Vika —” You're cut off by her mouth wrapping around the two fingers you had pressed into you.

She hums as she pulls her mouth back after sucking your slick from your fingers. Her right hand finds your nape to squeeze, to have your head instinctively tilted back. Her metal hand cups your chin as she tugs your bottom lip with her thumb, a dark smirk curling her lips.

You part your lips for her, feeling her metal thumb hook over your bottom teeth as your tongue lolls over the digit. There’s a shiver you suppress at the contact of your warm tongue against the cold of the prosthetic. She leans forward to spit your own slick into your mouth before her tongue is pressing against yours and her thumb is moved away from your teeth.

A groan escapes your mouth as your own taste fills your senses, as she kisses you with desperation. Some of your slick dribbles down the corner of your lips, which she quickly licks up before pressing into your mouth again. You whine and swallow your slick when she scratches at the back of your head.

“Good girl,” she praises as her prosthetic hisses while it grips your soft waist, “Needed me that badly?” She teases as her eyes fall on her clothes on the bed before looking at you again.

You blush and swallow, “Yes, Vika —”

“No,” she cuts you off. “Try again.”

Your hands squeeze her biceps, metal and flesh while looking at her. “Alpha —”

“So close, princess,” She cuts you off again, purring against your mouth, lips parted around yours. You lean forward to try and kiss her but she pulls back just to hear you let out a soft huff.

“Daddy,” You groan as her lips are finally on yours again, as her hands guide you back against the bed, moving onto the sheets without even removing her cloak yet. 

“Good, baby, good,” She hums as she speaks, lips brushing your own to not be too far from you.

A strangled gasp bubbles past your lips as her hands find your thighs to pick you up and press you back into the mattress. Your arms had wrapped around her neck, mouth still slotted as she braced herself over you with her prosthetic.

Your thighs were draped over her own, probably smearing your slick against her jeans. The rough material of them made you shiver, your skin burning and hypersensitive. You raise your hips to try and get some friction, making her groan even though you didn’t even reach her.

The heat of your skin against the trapped, growing need of her own body beneath her clothes. She could feel her pants begin to strain just at the smell of you, of your slick coating her tongue. She pulls her cloak off swiftly, throwing it somewhere on the floor as she pulls back.

You chase after her mouth and whine when her right hand is at your throat, holding you back against the sheets. Her lips brush your cheek, smirking against your skin at the pout she can practically sense on you.

“Daddy,” you whine as she flattens her thumb against the side of your throat, parallel to it as she nudges your jaw with her thumb. Enough to lick a patch of your skin and suck it between her teeth. “Mm.”

“Mine,” she groans as she nips at the mark she left. She moves further down, leaving another mark on your shoulder while her right hand trails down your body. From collarbones, to sliding between your breasts, the fluttering of your stomach and teasing her thumb over your clit.

A gasp is the only sound you make as your hips tilt back to offer your pussy to the woman. Sevika grunts as she trails her thumb down your lips, feeling the slickness of your pussy and circling against your eager, open hole.

“This where you need me?” She mocks, pressing the muscle but ever entering you. It makes you choke in need and your face contorts in frustration. “Yeah, I know it is, poor thing.”

“Please don’t tease,” you beg in a soft mumble as she kisses down your body. Her mouth feels hot against your too-hot skin, feeling as if she was burning her affection onto your body. For you to never forget it.

“Did you cum while playin’ with yourself?” She asks as she settles between your thighs, pressing her hips into the mattress with a lick of her lips.

“N-No,” you admit in a soft whisper as she licks the slick that dampens your thigh. Her tongue trailing slowly from the side of your left knee to right next to the heat of your pussy. “Ah,” you lift your hips but her hands snake beneath your thighs and she folds her fingers together right below your belly button and presses you back into the bed.

“Greedy girl,” she teases, continuing to lick the trail of slick on your left thigh. She’s groaning softly into your skin as she does, feeling the growing tightness of her pants at your very taste.

You groan and feel the fluttering of your hole as Sevika does the same, slow treatment to your other thigh. She licks and swallows every drop of your slick, acting as greedy as she accused you of being.

“Yes,” You almost moan, voice heavy as she finally gives you the first stroke of her tongue.

Sevika moans as soon as she does, tongue flat as she licks from your slick-filled hole to taste you. She trails her tongue up, between your labia, soft and warm beneath her touch before her tongue is teasing around your clit. Pointed and determined to make you squirm, which you do quickly, whining as she teases the hard bundle of nerves.

Her thumbs slide down your mons to tug your pussy open more, to present the twitching bud of your clit to her. So she could tease the tip of her tongue against it just to feel the soft tremor of your thighs and the strangled whine that you let loose for only her to listen to. Sevika loved how vocal you were but especially so when you were on your heat because everything felt too much but not enough at the same time.

She continues to tease, chin teasing your slicked hole as she sucks your clit into her mouth with aching slowness. It makes you moan and for your thighs to give a miniscule twitch as she languidly rolls the bud between her lips, followed by her tongue. She groans at the way you feel against her tongue, eyes focused on your reactions — to drink them in like she’d drink your essence.

“Ngh,” you mumble as her thumbs slide down your wet lips to tease the pads of it against your trembling entrance. Pressing, rubbing, making you impossibly more slick for her.

The scent of her underwear beside you hits your nose, alongside the burning heat of her own pheromones joining the musk that belong to only her. It covers you like a blanket, thick, warm and utterly secure.

Sevika is still taking her time, however, as she pulls back enough to press a kiss to your mons, nipping at the flesh of the spot, before her tongue trails down your clit, your lips and teases your hole. A soft groan is what you manage as your fingers find her hair and tug on it, raising your hips for her to continue, for more.

“No,” She pulls back to say, voice strained and forced as she licks her lips. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

“Don’t tease,” you whine, fingers pressing into her head. “Please, just —”

“You’ll take what I give you,” Sevika growls, spitting on your pussy just to see your hole flutter. “And you’ll cum regardless.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” You try as you quickly pull your hands back from her hair and a smirk plasters on the woman’s lips. “Vika —”

“Go ahead,” she fake coos, dripping with faux concern as she nods to her clothes besides you. “Like the smell of my pussy so much? Then shove your face in ‘em and shut up while I have a taste of you.”

Your body is warmer now, far past the feverish feeling of your heat. You were twinged in embarrassment, loud against the bedsheets and the thrum of your skin. Sevika notices it but you know the drill when she orders you like this, so you reach over to take her underwear you had fished from the basket and immediately shove your nose into the patch of them that you knew sat against her pussy.

“Dirty fuckin’ whore,” You moan as she is pushing her tongue into you, stroking you with slow, curling thrusts. Her nose is nudged against your clit and it makes your thighs twitch around her face while her tongue continues its thrusting and nudging of the heat of your pussy.

Sevika can feel the dent in her pants press into the bed more, growing with each of your noises and each taste of your desire for her. She groans against you as your free hand pulls her head, grinding into her nose with a muffled moan against her underwear in your face.

She loved when you got desperate and pressed into her face for her to continue pleasuring you. The sight of your knitted brows and closed eyes while your face is obediently buried in her underwear makes her hold on you tighten a fraction. Sevika relished in being able to push you into a complete satiated state with her tongue alone, which is what she aims to do first.

Her tongue is rubbing against your g-spot, the softness of it as she continues to press her nose into your clit. Muffled moans and desperate slick slip out of you in perfect synchronicity as her right thumb pushes into you beside her tongue. It makes you snap your thighs slightly around her but her pointed growl makes you spread your thighs again not even a second later.

“ ‘uck,” You mutter, taking a deep breath of her scent, of the smell of her lovely cunt, of the traces of her knot that you know must be aching, to be inside of you. As much as you ache to have her inside of you, as well.

Sevika groans at the sight of your chest filling with air, at your head practically melting out of your ears at her scent. She knew you liked the way she smelt, but how you were shamelessly huffing a pair of her dirty underwear to help yourself get off was making her own desire boil in every throb of her trapped knot. She pressed her thumb further into you, tugging on your rim to hear another moan be released from your eager mouth.

Your nose is already more than filled with her scent but it's not nearly enough. You need her so buried inside of you that it’ll be indistinguishable where you end and she begins.

Her knot might not even be enough and you know voicing this would alarm her awakening alpha. It’s not as if it’s not perfect and stretches you out to mind-altering extremes, but you don’t just need her knot. You need her very soul to leak into yours, so fucking entwined that your inner omega is responsive to her in ways you never dreamed of.

You’ll be so permanently engraved into her that your bodies would find each other in every lifetime.

“Where’d ya go?” You cry out as a sharp smack is delivered to your right thigh. The metal of her hand blooming a quick mark that will surely bruise. Good, marks are perfect. “There’s my little whore,” She sucks on your clit as her thumb slides out of you just to press in her two fingers into your heat.

She hisses at the warmth of you, almost scarring her skin while slick welches around her when she pumps you with them. Her lips tighten around your clit, and she almost grins as you buck into her mouth with honest greed. Her metal hand pushes your thigh, digging right into the tingling skin of where she hit you. It makes you whimper in a mix of pleasure pain, feeling your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples to harden in accompaniment.

You moan and reach a hand down to knit in her hair, which she thankfully doesn’t push away this time. You let yourself tug on the strands and Sevika grunts against your pussy in turn. She’s too focused on the taste of you, of her nose buried in your mound and half-hard in her jeans to care if your hand is pulling her closer to yourself. As if she wasn’t already knuckle-deep into the cunt that drove her wild.

“ ‘lease,” You plead in a soft whine and throw your head back with an eager moan when a third finger is quickly being pushed inside of you.

Your hand holding her underwear grips the sheets, the clothing balancing on your face as she stretches you slightly. It was quick and the ache was dull and gone as quickly as it appeared. This stretch was nothing compared to her knot stretching you. It was a mere, cheap excuse for preparation.

Nothing really could fully prepare you for her knot. No matter how many times you take it.

You whine at hearing the obscene sounds of your cunt, of the way her thrusting and curling fingers pull noise and wetness out of you. There’s a tightening in your lower belly as she sucks harder on your clit, a rush of something warm threatening to spill and consume you. But you want it to, you want to be engulfed in it.

“Ah, ‘vika! I’m —” Your back arches, thighs seizing, throat bared as you moan, half-muffled into the panties that slip into your mouth when your jaw hangs. Your moan is loud as you feel that coil snap and be accompanied by the rush of warmth that was building.

Sevika moans as she feels you clamp down on her fingers, as you splash your arousal against her chin. Her fingers tighten in your thigh to keep them spread, fingers continuing their relentless pressing and curling inside of you. The way your pussy pulses around her makes her groan as she continues to suck on your clit, even after your moans turn into soft whines and your fingers start to try to pull her away by her hair.

She pulls back from your clit reluctantly, spitting on the twitching bud just to hear you whine again. Your head lolls forward, your teeth clamping around her panties as you look at her. Your face feels hot at the sight of the dripping of her mouth, of the condescending smirk that tugs on her lips. She licks them but they practically stay in that hungry state while her fingers pump lazily inside of you.

“A little head and you’re already squirtin’ f’me?” She thrusts her fingers all the way inside of you, making you hiss slightly. She leans forward to nip the softness of your belly, grunting as she wipes her damp chin at the gentle curve of it above your mons. “ ‘m not done yet, princess. Daddy still has to stuff ya.”

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🔖 : @gowonatic @sevsbunny @lift-heavy-be-gay @xxlreader @sevikalover824 let me know if anyone wants to be added to the tag list for the next part

Hi, could you write about reader surprising Sevika in lingerie and Sevika uses the hexstrap (with the hexstrap Sevika can feel and come inside the reader). With daddy and breeding kink. Btw I like your work🫣

🌸 look at that woman 🎀

🏷️;semi soft sex, hexstrap usage, strap referred to as dick, butch husband sevika, reader is chubby, lingerie, breeding kink, daddy kink, usage of ‘mamas’,, hair pulling if you squint, established relationship, sex in front of a mirror!!, aftercare, gentle sevi, no beta we die like men, reader has female anatomy!!

🦌;hihihi! this took ages to write because i was not at all happy with it for quite a while, but i’m happy with it now and i hope you all will be too :3 kinda short but that’s like. all i ever write so. tysm for the ask my love it means a lot!! content under the cut <3

“fuck-! daddy, ohmygod..” your voice permeates through the thick air, the smell of sex and sweat filling the dull lighting of the bedroom. sevika may as well be brain dead right now, holding you against her as she pounds into you desperately, grunting and groaning into the back of your neck.

she’s got you propped up, your thighs hooked over hers, thick fingers digging into your waist as she fucks up into you in front of the full length mirror in front of your bed. by some miracle, the lingerie you’d bought was still intact, the pretty pink lace babydoll contrasting perfectly with your skin, the matching panties pulled to the side because sevika hadn’t been bothered to take them off.

this had happened because you’d noticed sevika was tense lately. always working late and overrun by paperwork. so, you’d decided that a nice new lingerie set would help her take her stress out— and been proven right.

sevika’s hands were moving all over you, grasping at the fat of your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. she was using you like a woman starved, the hexstrap you’d bought her making it all that much better. all she’d ever wanted was to be able to feel you wrapped around more than just her fingers, and the fact that she could, right now, feel you clenching around her unbearably tight, was driving her crazy. her hand moved around to rub at your clit gently, a cocky laugh leaving her at the way you jolt in surprise.

“that’s it, mamas.. taking my dick so good, baby, shit..” she’s trying to be cocky with you, keep up her tough-guy demeanour, but her voice is shaky, her steely eyes fixed on you in the mirror, the way your body jiggles with each upward thrust she gives you, the way your lips are parted as you moan and whine into her ear.

“i’m close, sev-“ you gasp, the pressure to your clit making the knot in your stomach tighten exponentially. sevika groans, kissing along your shoulder gently. “i know, mamas, i know.. give it to me, honey..” she whispers, feeling her own stomach tighten.

“god, y’look so good like this, pretty thing.. can i cum in you, baby? please?” and shes practically whining, begging for it, the idea of being able to get you pregnant festering in her mind like a weed in between the cracks of the sidewalk.

“please, please put a baby in me daddy- oh-!” you’re practically squealing, and you know full well the neighbours are gonna file a noise complaint. all it takes is a few more passes over your clit for you to come undone, back arching away from sevika’s chest as your thighs instinctively try to close up. sevika groans, immediately moving to hold them open as she reaches her own peak, biting down on your shoulder as she cums, filling you up and actually whining when she notices it spilling onto the floor, muttering sweet praises against your skin. “look so good, mama, gonna look so good pregnant, huh..?” she grins into your neck, slowly guiding you through your orgasm as you come down from the high, gently rubbing her hands along your thighs and stomach.

by the time you come to, she’s already laid you down on the bed and is cleaning you up gently, offering you a glass of water and kissing your temple softly. “you did so good, honey. so proud of you.” and she is, curling up with you under the covers and running her fingers over your waist as you nod off, and by the time she looks down to check on you you’re out like a light.

Not to be rude but a lot of white lesbians on here will see an attractive white(and especially if they're skinny, conventionally attractive, cis, and feminine) woman and go "omg she's so pretty and gorgeous and elegant, gosh, why are women so beautiful! I want her to hold me and hug me and kiss me!" but the second you see an attractive non-white woman(especially if they are fat, trans, dark-skinned, or butch, but lbr y'all do this to femmes of color as well due to how masculinized we are), suddenly y'all's brains short-circuit and you don't know how to complement us without depriving us of our humanity because you still internalized the idea that woc are wild impure animals and so out comes the "omg I want her to step on me and choke me and slap me across the face and make me her slave!!!" and y'all think it's okay because you're making yourself "subservient" to us but really all you're doing is reinforcing harmful stereotypes of woc as more aggressive, sexual, violent, inhumane, and less feminine, sweet, loving, and/or gentle than white women, and you guys think it's a compliment but it's really fucking not and I'm here to tell you that being a lesbian doesn't invalidate your white privilege if you talk about and fetishize lesbian woc this way. 😡

marine biologist sevika with a baby seal <3

i’ll make a carrd or straw page later but i need a nap

Day 25 of learning how to do digital art:

Melvika Week: Day 1 — Kisses

Before mel leaves for noxus, she gives sevika a long tender kiss as her goodbye.

It's melvika week on Twitter! So, here is my day 1 submission!

more alpha sevika pleaseeeeeeeeee

I'm curious 🤔 what song would she be playing or what song matches Punk Sevika energy better

does anybody know where i can find this

a femme with thick thighs, a fat ass, and a soft tummy will save you btw

should’ve known better, don’t you think?

i’m almost 19 and don’t know how to work tumblr i just wanna make my blog pink and pretty 😭

Alright, I’m fully healed. Send me a loyal butch that worships the ground I walk on.

late nights

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idk how to work tumblr fr i just be reading fics on here.. need to fix my page up

any femme lesbians want to be friends pleaseee 😇🩷 18+

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Getting talked through my orgasm as the pleasure gets too intense is not a want it's a need.

i have returned with more pirate au melvika

i just love butch lesbians i hope they all have a good day

brr

At least I know what I want this year

sesbian lex

Gwen Hunter, Professor of Creative Non-Fiction Life Is Strange: Double Exposure (2024) dev. Deck Nine

ClaireAda week day 1

they meet when claire saves ada at the sewers <3

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