ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ SEVIKA .ᐟ

✮ works :

° reader kisses a bunch of arcane women ° badroommate!sevika

✮ headcanons :

° sevika's overstimulating you ° roommate!sevika being the worst ° roommate!sevika hears you masturbating

SECOND CHANCE I

FIRST ENCOUNTER

Modern!Sevika x Chubby!Reader

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Contents: mentions of teenage pregnancy, slight mentions of homophobia, brief description of a motorcycle accident where Sevika lost her arm, age gap (Sevika is 40, reader is 22), I gave reader a name but it’s only mentioned once, heavy flirting.

Summary: Sevika decides to leave her shady life behind and moves across the globe with Anna, a friend from high school. Sevika is caught off guard by her attraction to you, Anna’s daughter.

A.N: This is the first part, a bit short but I have much more coming up… I feel the need to clarify that I placed this in Spain cause well, I live here lol. I have a full on backstory for Sevika that I’ll be sprinkling throughout. Also, I’m tagging the people who commented/rebloged my other post because I figured you would appreciate it. Enjoy!! @burntoutghost @vii-v @humbledaylily556 @ttsuvsworld @sevikaslatinawife @booksconsumeme @sevikaaaalover @shanesevikasfuckdoll

The sun was aggressive, slicing through the sky with no mercy. Sevika squinted against it, her sunglasses doing a piss-poor job of cutting through the glare bouncing off the white stone of Anna’s house. The sky was the kind of bright blue that felt offensive after countless hours on a plane with recycled air and a plastic tray of something that barely passed for chicken.

Sevika stood on the uneven walkway leading up to the front door, sweat sticking her shirt to her back, the heat already settling in her bones like some kind of punishment. Her body was used to a different climate. A harsher one, where the heat came in waves, but never quite like this. This felt oppressive, almost suffocating.

The house itself was modest, weathered and alive in a way that felt foreign— potted plants wilting under the midday sun, laundry drying on the line, half-dry dishes stacked near an open window .The details were simple but somehow too much for her — too normal. The laundry, the dishes, the faint hum of life happening in every corner of the house. It felt so lived-in, so comfortably human, and Sevika couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, a stray dog caught on the wrong doorstep. Homey, in a way she couldn’t even remember.

Her throat felt dry, her chest tight. Maybe she was supposed to feel comforted. But all she felt was out of place. Before she could bring herself to knock, the door swung open. Anna's face appeared in the frame, warm and welcoming.

“There you are!”

Anna was older, but not much. The same laughter lines by her eyes, the same easy warmth in her expression that felt like a slap after the years of hard edges and cold glances Sevika had gotten used to. Her face was rounder now, her features softer, but her voice was the same. Her hair was pinned back in that same loose style Sevika remembered from high school, when they had both been different shades of unwanted. A teenage mom and a one armed lesbian. Hell of a pair back then. And there it was again, that jarring sense of time — Anna had moved on, grown into the woman she was meant to be.

Anna’s arms opened wide, and before Sevika could think to sidestep, Anna was hugging her like it hadn’t been years since they stood in the same room. Sevika’s body went stiff out of habit, her arm hovering awkwardly before she finally gave in and patted Anna’s back with the flat of her palm. The motion was stiff, the touch too light, too careful. But the warmth of Anna’s hug seeped into her anyway, uninvited, like it had every other time.

“You look like hell”Anna said, stepping back with a teasing grin that didn't quite hide the worry behind it.

It was the kind of grin that made Sevika feel like Anna could see right through her. After all, she knew everything. Years of wrong choices and the time spent in prison. And still, Anna was welcoming her into her house like nothing had changed.

“Flight was hell”Sevika grunted, her voice rough from too many cigarettes in airport smoking lounges. She hadn't realized how much she missed the sound of Anna’s laugh until she heard it again.

Inside, the house smelled like coffee, sunscreen and something floral. The furniture did not match, the floors were clean but scuffed, there were photos crowding every shelf and sun-faded postcards pinned to the fridge. It was a house people lived in, not just passed through. A life built piece by piece, sunny and uneven.

It was too clean to Sevika’s comfort, too open. Like it hadn’t seen bad choices made at 3 a.m or fights over half empty baggies. This was a house for soft mornings and wine in the afternoon. Sevika’s boots felt too heavy on the tile floor, her presence too sharp for the soft world Anna had built here.

Then you walked in. Hair still damp, skin sun warm, bikini bright enough to hurt her eyes against curves Sevika couldn't help but notice. Thick thighs, soft belly, a body that took up space in the most unapologetic way. A body that commanded attention without trying. Sevika found herself frozen for a second, eyes trailing down the curve of your waist, the way your skin seemed to catch the light like it was made of something softer than anything she could touch.

You paused in the doorway, eyes flicking over Sevika with open curiosity, and for a split second, Sevika was caught off guard— exposed. She stood tall, her board frame catching your attention, tanned skin rippling with muscle beneath the faded sleeve of her t-shirt. Tattoos covered her visible arm, a labret piercing glinted beneath her asymmetrical lips. Every inch of her felt like a statement, sharp against the softness of the room.

You turned to your mother, effortlessly switching into Spanish, assuming Sevika wouldn’t understand.

“No me esperaba que tu amiga estuviese tan buena”

I didn’t expect your friend to be so hot.

In a different situation, Sevika might have felt a flash of pride. Her Spanish was rusty, but good enough to understand you. Instead, her brow twitched, a brief flicker of surprise crossing her face, but she didn’t say anything. Anna snorted, swatting at you with the back of her hand. But Sevika’s focus was already elsewhere, her mind replaying your words.

“Cállate”Anna said, but she was laughing.

Sevika didn't react, even when you turned to face her again and gave her a slow, deliberate, onceover. It wasn’t the kind of look she was used to — it wasn’t hungry or mocking, just curious. You didn’t bother hiding your fascination. You looked at the scars, the empty sleeve, the worn lines of her face. The silence between them stretched for a moment before you stuck out your hand.

“Hey”you said”I’m Angela”

Sevika took your hand without thinking. Your grip was confident, fingers soft but firm. You held on just a little longer than necessary, feeling her calloused hand against yours.

“Sevika”she said, her voice low and flat.

“Cool name”you said, smiling like you had already decided you liked her.

The curiosity was still there. The half-sleeve where her arm should have been, the faded tattoos, the scars on her left side, her uneven lips. It was clear in the tilt of your head, the way your gaze lingered for just a fraction too long. There was no pity, just interest.

Anna was talking, half distracted, explaining something about the shop and leaving Sevika to settle in. But you didn’t leave the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, watching her like you were trying to figure her out. You didn't even try to be subtle. Every time Sevika’s eyes looked your way, you shifted — stretching for something on the top shelf, the hem of your bikini bottoms slipping lower on your soft hips. You were showing off, making sure she saw every curve, every centimeter of soft skin.

And Sevika saw all of it. She liked big women — had always liked the way they filled her hands, her lap, the way they carried themselves. And you? You were a perfect example of it. Softness and confidence, wrapped into one. The way you moved, the way you bent just a little too far, making sure your ass caught her eye — it wasn’t an accident. It was deliberate. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were doing it to draw her in. Sevika 's jaw tightened. She was too old for this. Too tired for games like that. But the thing was, she was already looking.

“Make yourself at home!”Anna’s voice called, her voice fading down the hall as the door clicked shut.

A mischievous grin appeared on your face as you reached for the sunscreen. You knew exactly what you were doing while you poured the creamy liquid over your body. You made a show of it. Fingers spreading the lotion across your skin, palms gliding down over your stomach, your hips, fingers teasing at the edge of your bikini bottoms. Just enough to make Sevika’s pulse hitch.

Sevika turned away. Too late. Her throat was dry, a flicker of heat creepin up her neck. When she glanced back, you were still watching her. Smirking, not even pretending to hide the satisfaction in your eyes

“Hey”you said, your voice all sugar and mischief”Can you help me with my back?”

“You can’t do it yourself?” Sevika asked, her eyes narrowed.

Her brow arched, but her feet were already moving, like her body had decided before her mind could stop it.

“I could”you smiled, trying to look innocent”But you have a strong hands”

Sevika’s stomach tightened. She shouldn’t. You were too young. Anna 's daughter. She shouldn't feel this pull, shouldn’t want any of this. But she was already beside you, her hand slick with sunscreen, hovering just inches from your skin.

Your back was warm under her palm, skin soft and smooth. Sevika’s fingers were rough where yours had been gentle. When her palm slid up between your shoulder blades, you made a low sound. Not quite a sigh, but close enough to make her fingers twitch, a reminder that this was no ordinary touch.

“Harder” you murmured, quiet but commanding.

You tipped your head to the side so you could watch her from the corner of your eye. Her fingers pressed down, kneading the sunscreen into your skin, sliding down the dip of your waist and over the curve of your hip. You arched into it, your body eager, seeking more.

Sevika’s heart picked up its pace. It was hard to ignore your body so close to hers, they way you responded to her touch, like you needed it. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. But it was hard to fight when every inch of you seemed to beg for her hands.

“So strong… just as I like them”

Sevika’s fingers faltered just for a second before dragging back up your spine, slower this time. Her pulse was steady, heavy thud in her ears. You stayed still, letting her touch you, trusting her hand to find its way. Once your back was covered with lotion, Sevika pulled her hand away. Half relieved it was over, half wishing it hadn’t ended just yet.

“Thanks, Sevika”you said, turning around.

“Anytime” she replied, her voice forced to be flat.

You smirked, walking away to find a towel and a pair of flip flops. You made sure to sway your hips, making your ass jiggle while Sevika’s eyes struggled to look away. But you knew she was watching, unable to look anywhere else.

“I’ll be down at the beach”you said”Join me if you are not too tired”

Then you were gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of sunscreen and the soft patter of your feet on the tile. Sevika exhaled slowly, running a hand down her face as if trying to shake off the feeling that had crept up on her. Reluctantly, she grabbed her bag, shoulders tight, and walked down the hallway.

The guest room was small, but comfortable. Walls pale green, the window open to let the salt air drift in. There were fresh sheets on the bed, folded towels stacked on top of the dresser. Small kindnesses she didn't know how to accept.

Sevika sat at the edge of the bed, her duffel bag slumped at her feet like a tired dog. Worn canvas, frayed at the seams. The zipper stuck halfway if she wasn’t careful. Everything she owned fit inside it. Forty years of life reduced to a few changes of clothes, a pack of smokes and some old, faded photos.

Sometimes it felt like a failure, proof that she had fucked it all up. Letting her whole life shrink down to something she could carry with one hand. Other times, it felt like freedom. No furniture, no keys, no lease, no obligations or ties to anything. If she wanted to leave, she could be out the door in less than a minute. Better that way.

Sevika bent down, unzipping the bag slowly. The faint scent of old leather and cigarette smoke curled up from inside, a scent that had been with her through more motel rooms than she cared to count. She dug through her clothes, bare essentials she had packed without thinking.

At the bottom, under a rolled up hoodie, her fingers found a Polaroid. It was creased, the colors had faded. Anna’s smile is a little softer, Sevika’s teenage scowl a little blurrier. They were standing in front of Sevika’s old motorcycle, the one she’d rebuilt from scrap after her uncle’s buddy found it rusting in a junkyard. Anna, seventeen and pregnant, wearing a band tee that stretched over her growing belly. Sevika, sixteen, already tall and broad shouldered, her arm still intact, her hair in a messy mullet. The photo felt like another life, another version of herself.

She left the photo carefully, fingers lingering for just a moment. Her hand automatically found the scar where her left arm used to be. The skin was thick, knotted, a patchwork of surgeries. She knew every ridge and dip, could map the damage with her eyes closed.

The accident came back in pieces— the smell of burnt rubber, the sickening crack of bone, the grinding scrape of skin against asphalt. Blood everywhere, her helmet shattered, the world spinning in a blur of pain and terror. She never rode again after that. Losing the arm should have been enough, but it was the way people looked at her afterward that stuck with her. They either stared too long or couldn’t meet her eyes at all. The girl who was already a freak for being too butch, too loud about liking girls, had become something even worse: a cautionary tale.

Anna was the only one of her friends who stayed by her side. Even pregnant, even scared, Anna still sat with her in the sterile quiet of the hospital room, snuck her smokes when the nurses weren’t looking. They’d both been outcasts, orbiting each other like misfit planets — Anna with her growing belly, Sevika with her missing arm. Nobody else wanted them, so they stuck together.

And now here they were, more than twenty years later. Anna with her sunlit house, her life stitched together with a thousand little comforts, and Sevika, with her duffel bag full of nothing, clinging to the past like it might slip through her fingers if she let it go. Sevika slipped the Polaroid into the drawer beside the bed. Out of sight, but not too far. Some things you don’t throw away, even when you probably should.

The sound of laughter floated in through the open window. Your laugh, bright and teasing. It prickled under her skin, already too aware of the heat still lingerie on her palm from your bare back. Sevika leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her hand resting on her stomach.

Forty years in a duffel bag. Better that way. Probably. But there was something different about this place. A softness in the air, a possibility she hadn’t let herself believe in years. For the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like she was just running away.

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womenlover360

3 weeks ago

my contributions to mother’s day:

women’s health has always been treated as something cursed. we can’t talk about our vaginas, we can’t even say the words vagina or breasts unless it’s in a sexual context and the female anatomy takes on new and sexy and magical terms. because of this, a lot of women (like me) and AFAB people in general have grown up in situations where the women in their families have been scared into silence or intimidated when it comes to taking their health into their own hands, or they don’t even know that you should take certain supplements or take care of yourself in a certain way as a woman (which makes it so that information isn’t passed down to us). the patriarchy has created shame around us, around our health, and we need to break the cycle. let’s start on mother’s day, and let’s start with the basics.

if you don’t know already, read here to discover the best way to wash your vagina.

read here about the menstrual cycle and how it works.

read here about who is most at risk of breast cancer and how to get checked.

read here about STDs and how to get checked for them.

read here about foods you can incorporate into your diet for a healthier vagina.

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womenlover360

2 weeks ago

⋮ ⌗┆FA$$HION KILLA .ᐟ ( II )

— OLDER ! RICH ! SEVIKA × MODEL ! MOTHER ! READER ( HCS ) —

౨ৎ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒' : " Here it iss !! I writed 2 times and tumblr deleted 😓 but thank God i have a big patience and writed it again, — angst, baby blues implied, and a lot of fluff (･ω･) . ".

𖹭 - Sevika knew she wanted to marry you the second she saw you doing shoots for the bridal collection of Vivienne Westwood, specially on the last dress.

𖹭 - "How would you feel about keeping one of those dresses?" You didn't understand until she pulled a ring from her blazer pocket, unmistakably the one that once belonged to Sevika's mom.

𖹭 - When you walked through the aisle, Sevika let herself cry a little in front of people, for the first time in years.

𖹭 - Honeymoon in Italy. You both barely left the room, too busy making love all day and night.

𖹭 -Sevika bought a new property-lush land, a greenhouse, a marble kitchen filled with cookbooks.

𖹭 - You started sleeping in, missing fittings without guilt—You stopped walking for a season, turned down four campaigns, and didn't feel bad about it.

𖹭 - You began documenting your domestic life privately-film photography, garden photos, table settings.

𖹭 - At night, Sevika would read the newspaper while you journaled on the sofa around the left side of the pool, while sometimes looking at the sky full of stars, sometimes she would stop reading a bit to massage your legs.

𖹭 - You started feeling the difference in your body- heavier breasts, longer naps, sudden cravings.

𖹭 - Sevika notice before you did, She held your hand the moment the test turned positive, barely blinking, just whispering "Okay."

𖹭 - Your bump showed faster than expected, and so did the press commentary.

𖹭 - Many brands of luxury trying to get a piece of the cake, tried to surf on the hype of one of the biggest supermodels being pregnant, sending gifts 24/7.

𖹭 - You began being tagged in "before/after" photos on Instagram, which led you to delete the app and all your social media.

𖹭 - She rubs your back when you throw up and kisses your hair even when you smell like ginger, massage your feet, make your breakfast with help of chefs.

𖹭 - She kissed every new stretch, every soft swell. "You're making something holy", " isn't so graceful that you are bringing another life to this world?" she whispered in soft nights.

𖹭 - Time to time, you realise how much your image was built over validation and numbers everywhere; your height, your weight, how many calories you consumed per day, your number of followers, or even how many runaway shows you got to.

𖹭 - You spent most days on the terrace in robes, drinking ginger tea, reading books about motherhood, so did sevika.

𖹭 - She took over the kitchen. The first time she made soup, she FaceTimed her aunt. You sat on the counter and laughed for twenty minutes at the story of Sevika's short childhood.

𖹭 - Your baby came fast. The labour was simple, you felt bad about the mother beside your room that screamed for hours after you finished your labour, and Sevika was there, holding your hand the whole time, crying as you screaming of pain.

𖹭 - She held the baby first. Then she gave them to you like an offering, the little one was identical to Sevika's baby pictures, for a moment, you thought that the photos had materialised inside your womb.

𖹭 - You bled for weeks, and no one told you how lonely it would feel. The world celebrated the baby but forgot the woman who brought her into

𖹭 - You loved your baby. But sometimes, when the crying didn't stop, you had to put her down and sit on the floor, whispering "Please, please, please."

𖹭

- 𖹭 - 𖹭 - You stayed off the runway for five years. Not because you couldn't. But because you refused to miss her first laugh, her first tantrum, her first step, and all these things.

Some nights, you sat outside on the garden steps and asked the stars for forgiveness for not being glowing, grateful, or the best mom that your daughter deserved.

𖹭 - You and Sevika barely fight, but now you're in a bad mood almost all the time due to the lack of sleep and tiredness, you and she started having little fights till... they weren't little anymore. "I gave up My LIFE for this baby, Sevika! And what did you give up? Nothing! So don't tell me what to do with my daughter." After the fight, she kept silent and slept in the living room.

𖹭 - You cried almost all night that day, at midnight you went to see her awake with the strong brightness of the TV illuminating her face, by your expression she already knew that you were feeling guilty for the words so sharp as a knife earlier. "Lie here love, sleep on my lap, then we'll go to the bedroom, okay?"

𖹭 - Sevika posted photos rarely. The back of your baby's head. You're stirring soup. You asleep against her chest. Always faceless, always sacred, like the world doesn't deserve to see you and your baby.

𖹭 - Your child giggles uncontrollably when Sevika blows raspberries on her little and soft belly, and Sevika grows a habit of treating her like royalty. Some days, the little girl even chooses Sevika’s clothes for work.

𖹭 - The photo Sevika took of you sleeping with the baby on your chest became her phone background for a year ( she changed it for a photo when the little girl took her first steps, you looking at her like this 😮 )

𖹭 - The hate comments stopped mattering when you saw your child run to you, arms open, calling you "mama" and climbing into your lap.

𖹭 - Your daughter painted your nails with Sevika one lazy Sunday. She chose pink. Sevika let her paint hers too. The mess stayed on your hands all day.

𖹭 - You caught her once sitting on the nursery floor alone, staring at the toys. You asked what was wrong. She said, "I never had this. Not even close. I didn't know what it looked like until now." You kissed her temple and told her, "Now you're building it. That's the point." She didn't say anything, just pulled you into her lap and held you like she was grateful you ever existed.

𖹭 - When the fashion house begged you back, you almost said no. Until you looked at your daughter and thought, She should see what it looks like when her mother chooses herself, too.

𖹭 - You worked out until your legs shook, counted almonds, cried over a single croissant, habits thay you got when was just a teenager looking to follow your dreams career, and they're back. But you weren't chasing beauty, you were begging to feel like yourself again, before the world carved judgment into your skin. Sevika found you on the bathroom floor once, scale beneath your feet, and said, "No body is worth this war." But you were already deep in it.

𖹭 - You practice your walks again, more than satisfied when you notice that you still remember perfectly how you used to walk, that was already a part of you, was engraved on your brain—in a way you never forget

𖹭 - The first show you did after five years, you cried backstage. Sevika stood behind the curtain, hand on your shoulder. "You never stopped being a goddess," she said.

𖹭 - After the runway, you went straight home. You didn't want the afterparty. You just wanted to kiss your baby's forehead and check if she was fine.

𖹭 -Interviews started pouring in. You declined most. Until one day, you said yes. It was in your garden. Just two chairs, tea, and wind. The interviewer asked, "How are you so calm now?" You said, "Because I stopped needing approval, the only one I need is from my daughter."

𖹭 -You told her about the hate, the body talk, the way motherhood was romanticized and weaponized all at once. You and the interviewer cried. Not because you were broken. But because healing had finally arrived, The clip went viral. Not for drama. For its stillness.

𖹭 - Sevika watched the interview ten times. "You looked like the woman I fell in love with," she said with a big smile kissing your forehead

𖹭 - Every night, Sevika kissed you like it was the first time. Because in your softness, she found her strength, too.

𖹭 - You started hosting dinners with no phones. Just stories, music, and laughter. You read poetry again. You began to write your own.

𖹭 - When storms hit, Sevika insists you all sleep in the same bed. "Just in case," she says. In case of what, you're never sure. But you never fight it. You like the way she tucks the baby between you two, how her arm curls around both of you like you're precious cargo. You fall asleep to the sound of rain and Sevika's breath, like the world could end and you'd still be safe.

౨ৎ - 𝐓aglist ; @prettyinpink69 , @abbysdollie , @marieeeluvsyou , @littlelovelunette , @madzorwhatever , @zvmbitegirl , @salsalsusu , @kataranda.

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womenlover360

1 month ago

Do you have hc for farmhand! Sevika that are nsfw… cause I’m a whore

only writing this because I feel so unbearably needy and sub and touch-starved I'm crying. we got the full length yoga pants, hoodie, blankets 1 and 2, and all four stuffies on deck. chubby reader as usual. @pinknightsinmymind I have another contribution baby <3

she's absolutely a pleasure/service dom, most of the time. I imagine she does like to be the sub (emi has convinced of Sub Sevika), but that takes a lot of working up to. remember, she comes to the farm pretty closed off after a terrible stint in the city. at the beginning of y'all's sexual relationship, which is her first relationship where she's really, truly cared about her partner, she just needs to be able to take care of you.

fucking insatiable when it comes to giving head. I'm talking making out with your cunt, absolutely fucking soaked and sloppy, there is slick in her hair at this point. the first time she went down on you she came untouched in her boxers. honestly didn't even know she could do that, but finally getting to taste you and have you completely at her mercy after a fucking Year of pining? yeah she didn't stand a fucking chance.

after that, takes literally any opportunity to eat you out. doesn't care if your sweaty from fieldwork, it drives her fucking crazy. also doesn't care if you're hairy, baby loves hairy pussy. I said it and I stand by it. first time she sees your pussy, she goes a little bit insane because god you've been hiding this from her? y'all wanted each other for so long and she could've been shoving her face in between your thighs for how long? she's gotta make up for lost time.

doesn't let up until you've cum at least – at the absolute minimum – three times. anything less is a damn shame. needs to have you shaking and fucked out before she even considers letting you go. same thing applies to any other sexual act.

speaking of other sexual acts. her strap. holy shit her fucking strap.

dark purple. 7 inches. girth as all hell. veiny. can be a breeding strap. attached to an expensive leather harness that Sevika takes such good care of. even got special leather cleaner for it. also must add. she didn't have this one before she got with you. specifically picked this one out with you on one of your semi-regular trips to the city, alongside a few other toys. this one's her favorite though <3 next to the black strap that also has a side that goes in her <3

when it comes to fucking you with her strap, she always has to prep you. extensively. im talking at least an hour with her mouth and fingers, getting you all ready and worked up to take her. does she know you could probably take it sooner than that? yes. does she love the ritual of getting you so unbearably worked up that you cry and scramble to hold onto her when she finally pushes in? abso-fucking-lutely.

loves literally any position to fuck you in, but has a soft spot for missionary and having you ride her. for different but similar reasons.

missionary because she loves how you look beneath her, dependent on her, how she knows she can take care of you in this position. plus being able to watch your tummy squish when she manhandles you into similar positions like a mating press is just so fucking good for her.

riding her, whether she be laying down or sitting up, because she adores seeing you use her for your pleasure. it took a second for you to feel entirely comfortable being more commanding during sex, so whenever you want to ride her, she's so incredibly proud and horny. there's just something about having you astride her, taking your pleasure with no shame, no reservations. it's fucking beautiful, and she thinks you look like a goddess every single time.

loves scissoring with you, btw. always with her on top bc that requires some strength and why does she have it if she ain't gonna use it to make her pretty girl feel good. honestly didn't really consider scissoring when she was in the city, contrary to popular belief. mainly relied on oral and strap. meeting you was a fucking Revelation.

I mean it. she almost came the Second she pressed her pussy against your sloppy, warm, wet cunt, clit still throbbing from your orgasm. she doesn't know if any sensation will ever compare. fucking loves feeling you cum right against her, leaking all over her.

as hot and dirty sex can be between you two, it's also incredibly fucking intimate. this goes back to you being the first partner Sevika ever really got with that she truly, 100% was in love with, down to her fucking bone marrow. she needs to let you know that she loves you more than anything, and sex helps her do that. there's so much hand-holding, eye contact, hushed 'I love you's, kisses pressed against necks, etc. etc. everything she does, she does for you, and she needs you to know that. will even light candles for you, fucking you And making love to you in a pink-tinted room. nothing but the best for the love of her life.

that being said. baby fucking loves to take you around the farm. doesn't care how exposed it is. behind the greenhouse? check. behind the farmhouse? check. on the porch of the farmhouse? triple check. on the grassy patch above the pond? quadruple check. she does not care where it is, she just need her woman at all times, however you'll let her have you.

sometime she'll intentionally show off while she's working the farm, knowing just how needy it gets you. can't even begin to count how many times you bringing her lemonade on a hot day turned into you on your knees, dressed rucked up enough to stuff a hand down your panties as you ate her out, her big strong hands gently holding you against her cunt.

also loves your pretty lil dresses, you only started wearing them more when y'all got married and Sevika insisted on taking over the bulk of the farm work. Lets you play the pretty lil housewife, even though you still insist on helping around the farm. Anyway the dresses: yeah she fuckign adores them. loves it when you wear the off the shoulder ones with no bra, bc then she can just yank and expose your gorgeous tits, ready and waiting for her mouth.

also just. housewife kink. I will not elaborate at this time but im 100% certain of it.

farmer sevika smut! I will warn y'all now and by warn I mean but my foot down: this au is gonna have a lot of fluff. there will be smut, sure, but im a fluff girl to my core. this is basically my stardew valley fantasy. I hope y'all will love the fluff just as much as the smut.

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womenlover360

1 week ago

Claire

Claire - Morphine

Sevika × Chubby! Fem! Reader AO3 Word Count: 1,932 Summary: Sevika pays her favorite bakery owner a surprise visit during a particular time of the month. Alternatively, Sevika wants to take her frustrations out on you and get messy. TWs:// 18+ ONLY, Reader is afab, Uses she/her, Explicit sexual content, Porn without plot, takes place during S1, Age Gap, Reader is a baker, Period sex, Overstimulation, Body worship/Praise, Cunnilingus + fingering, Sevika manhandles the fuck out of you, Fwb/Situationship, but Sevika does have a soft spot for you, Sevika has a thing for big girls sorry not sorry, Use of Petnames (Sweething, Honey, Baby, Gorgeous), Use of 'Good Girl.' A/N: I want this woman to put her cigars out on my skin and do unspeakable things to me. Hope this fills a void.

Comfort is a state of being that is achievable yet foreign to Sevika. Over the years, she's learned the hard way that comfort is a commodity no amount of money could sufficiently produce. It is a seething hunger no prepaid participant could ever seem to satisfy, and right now, after a particularly nasty day, she needed that comfort—she craved it.

It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd come to you like this; quite the contrary. It was more or less an unspoken agreement between you, a familiar indulgence for your shared convenience. You, a baker keeping the family business stubbornly alive, and Sevika, a woman whose line of work calls for a level of emotional detachment that makes relationships difficult, not even to mention her gambling 'habit' that makes money a bit tighter. It was a term she'd heard before: you stay soft, and you get eaten, and by Janna, did she love to eat you. Feeling your flesh, pliable and ample, under the rough, calloused meat of her remaining arm, it was addictive.

It was a moment of unexpected weakness, the first time, a free dozen muffins as thanks for extending your 'rent payment' after a tough month led to a rather passionate night for the both of you. Sevika always had a soft spot for you, not just because of your smooth, sweet features and bizarre air of warmth despite the cold-cutting nature of the undercity, but because of your devotion to your family— to Zaun. A woman such as yourself could've worked her way up into the careful, pristine streets of Piltover, and yet you didn't. You stuck around, trying to carve comfort and community where it had already been snuffed out by the drugs and criminal underbelly of her employer. To put the pieces of your long-forgotten family back into place, Sevika held some respect for that— for you.

Which has led her to now, to you.

The little studio apartment above your bakery was always cold; you either seemed to like it that way, or it was out of your control. Sevika, however, didn't seem to care; it gave her all the more reason to stick around and 'keep you warm' as she liked to put it. To wrap her arm around you and allow the heat of her body to consume the both of you. Especially on a night like this, cold and nippy, with the slightest bit of rain. Opening the door for her, obviously having just crawled out of bed, hair a mess and face laden with a slight pout. It was cute how quickly your face lit up with pleasant surprise at seeing her and letting her inside without much to say, turning to her once the door clicked and the lock was turned. Just as quickly, Sevika was on you. She pulled back the fabric that covered her prosthetic arm and threw it to the floor before picking you up without hardly any issue. Something you still couldn't bring yourself to be used to.

"Sevik—" You could hardly question her before she pressed her lips to yours, her rounded nose nestled against the skin of your cheek. Unable to fathom otherwise, you'd return that kiss full force, hands once at her shoulders, cupping her jaw while she marched the two of you into your bedroom. Dropping you down onto the plush, creaky textile of your mattress and bed frame. The taste of her lips was as it always was— cigars and bitter whiskey. You couldn't help but chortle, a hand running through her hair as she kissed down your throat, biting and nipping the soft skin before her hands would pinch and push the buttons of your sleepwear open. "Ho-Hold on a second—" hands sliding from her hair to the sides of her sharp jaw as she looked up at you through her eyelashes. The last button was gone, her lips pressed against the tiny space between the plush flesh of your breasts.

"What?" her tone seemed almost impatient, but she stopped as soon as you told her to.

"I'm just...you—you know, you're here a little...unexpectedly?" Your voice is breathless, and a nervous smile curls your lips upwards.

"Yeah?" Sevika seemed confused by your nervous behavior; she hadn't seen this from you since the first time—this sense of worry and apprehension. "You got someone else here or something?" Her tone was playful, maybe joking, but the notion made Sevika feel something nearly akin to disappointment.

"No- no, of course not..."

"Then, what? If you aren't in the mood, we don't have to, baby," She'd sit up, the palm of her cold metal arm pressing into the bed.

"It isn't that...It's just, you know, the end of the month?" Sevika knew what you meant as you said it; of course, she would; you'd mentioned it before. You start to bleed closer to the end of the month, so Sevika usually comes near the first. That aligned previously with her schedule, but this was different, and she needed you. The palm of her warm, fleshy hand would carefully press into the ample plush of your stomach, sliding to your hip and settling on the slight dip of your waist, the soft fabric of your nightwear out of her way to soak up the image of your body.

"Do you seriously think that's gonna get in my way?"

Oh.

"Oh,"

"You still want to, right?" You'd nod, and Sevika's lips would curl into that snarky smirk. "Why don't you strip for me, Gorgeous? I'll get a towel." Her puckish tone, coupled with the little kiss she'd press to your temple, only served to make your heart flutter in its marrow cage.

—--- -

The taste of monthly blood is different from that of the blood Sevika is typically used to tasting– or maybe it's just yours because she swears by the goddess Janna herself that the taste of your blood is far sweeter than any other, not even to note the way you typically taste. After having pushed you to climax more than three times within this last hour, she has you straddled up with your thighs on either side of her face. The weight of your body, the way your hips roll over her, would almost be comforting if not for the context. Her metal arm was careful on your right thigh as both wrapped securely around the plush, soft muscles.

"Oh– Sev–my god, I can't—" Sevika isn't listening because she knows you can. Another orgasm rips through your lovely body, and Sevika is nothing but a slave to the product of her labor.

"Such a good girl for me." She'd mumble, a low groan reverberating through her throat and straight into the heat of your sopping core. Swallowing and lapping at the rush of blood and cum. Happy for the towel she put down, no matter how diligently she licked or sucked at your poor spent cunt it seeped down her cheeks to her throat and neck— pooling onto the fabric below. You had nice sheets; she'd feel somewhat responsible for ruining them in this regard; perhaps she'd buy you a new set. A new set so that she could eat away at the bloody mess of your intimates because she's making this a new routine.

With a swift, effortless motion, she'd flip you. A gasp of air burning at your lungs as your suddenly on your back, and Sevika's assault of your pussy is no closer to being finished. She's like a woman starved; the wet flick of her tongue, as you feel it push past the lining of your entrance, makes your back arch. Hands in her hair as you tug and pull at her— not to stop her, no, you need just a little more. Perhaps she'll grant you just one more before stopping and finally letting you have a turn. She starts to nod her head carefully, her long rounded nose nudging against the puffy flesh of your clit. The thick meat of her pointer and middle finger teased at the soft, silken flesh of your aching cunt. Pushing past as they'd curl, pressing firm against the grooves, twisting and moving with an idle pace as her lips would kiss and suck at the bundle of nerves. "You're so hot, baby," she'd almost growl the words into the meat of your mound. Fingers working harder, faster, pressing kisses against the plentiful expanse of your inner thigh. Blood coated her lips, nose, and chin, every kiss leaving a trail of red. "Look at you; I wish I would've brought the strap; feel your body, watch you move, honey-- So fuckin' pretty, all for me." she'd sit up, kissing at the soft plush of your stomach and back down as she'd shift her weight, the elbow of her prosthetic pressing firm into the mattress as she kept harsh hold of your thigh, her fingers pumping as she'd add a third.

The idea of her using that shimmer-powered thing on you, filling your mind with ideas you dare not speak aloud. Back arching, hands tugging at the pin-straight strands of her hair.

"Ooohh my god-- please, Sev-"

"Please, what, sweething?"

"I can't"

"Oh, yes you can, baby." Her voice was smooth and almost teasing, it made you clench around the thick calloused meat of her fingers rubbing against the dips and edges of your innermost flesh.

Sevika couldn't keep her eyes off you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, the way your face contorted with a delicious sense of pain and pleasure all at once. She loved pushing and making you scream and cry for her. The raw scent of your sex, of your blood, was driving her crazy, her mind buzzing and focused on every little sound every little twitch of your flesh.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" the flat of her tongue pressed firm against the aching flesh of your clit, it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Yes-- yes, I'm your good girl, please." The sound of your whining was enough for Sevika to clench her thighs together, shifting her hips as she pressed the pads of her fingers as deep as she could get. "Cum for me, good girl, one last time, I swear it." It would almost be embarrassing, the way she could command an orgasm from you but she could. The intensity of it made your hands come up to cover your face as you tried to muffle the scream that would rip through your lungs. The lukewarm metal of Sevika's arm was the only thing holding your hips down as she kept her fingers pumping until she seemed to deem it enough. Bringing the digits up to her mouth as she licked them as clean as she could.

A callous laugh left her as she seemed to take notice of the mess down her front.

"You made a mess," she'd state affectionately, leaning down to press kisses from the flesh of your stomach up to the curve of your shoulder. "Let's go get clean." You could hardly answer, breathing heavily and unevenly as you sat up, watching her undress further before going to detach her arm. It wasn't often that Sevika showed affection like this, but you weren't complaining. To bare herself nude and quite literally unarmed before you was a show of trust you'd never expected from her, but cherished nevertheless. Comfort is a state of being, foreign yet seemingly only achieved by Sevika when she's with you.

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womenlover360

2 months ago

We got Sevika overstimulating reader…what about reader overstimulating Sevika? 👁️👁️

Sevika's First Time Shaving

Content warning: Smut, strap, overstimulation, cnc, inebriated sex, clit play, sucking, fingering, mommy kink

We Got Sevika Overstimulating Reader…what About Reader Overstimulating Sevika? 👁️👁️

Sevika never shaves down and there and never thought she would until one day, when she was dressing up for work, she wondered, "What if I did?" Sevika knew how much you liked her bush, her happy trail, but she never tried shaving it, how would it look?

She wasn't a person to be insecure of her looks but for you, she wanted to try it out.

Sevika shrugged her shoulders either way and went about her day, kissing you goodbye before she wrapped her poncho over her figure, walking out the door.

"Bye," you mumbled and watched as she left. You spent the day cleaning around the house and organising everything.

By the time you were done it was evening and Sevika was back, a little tipsy but she was still home in one piece, that's what mattered.

"Baby," she grunted as she walked inside the bedroom, trying to hide the fact she was a little tipsy. She always took pride in her ability to handle her liquor after all.

"Yes, love?" You smiled up at her, getting up from the couch.

Without a word, Sevika took her clothes off right then and there, letting her— well everything to be fair drop down to the floor with absolutely no ounce of shame.

Your jaw dropped to the floor as well, "S-Sevika..."

You walked closer to her, the dark hair that would crown her pussy was gone and clean shaven, you've never seen her like this.

And honestly this way, she just seemed so babygirl. You knelt down slowly, parting her muscular thighs, getting a better look at her pussy.

"So pretty..." You whispered more to yourself than her because she was clearly in her own little world.

You guided Sevika to the bed and laid down between her spread legs, you still couldn't believe she had shaved her pussy. It just looked so cute, you let your face closer, delving your tongue inside her folds as you sucked and slurped.

"Hnghh!" Sevika let out a high pitched moan as she tangled her hands all the way in your hair, clearly craving your touch.

She was so cute like this, all spread out and ready.

Drool trickled down your chin as you continued lapping at her juices, sucking her throbbing clit every now and then as she clenched over nothingess, longing for your tongue back in her hole.

Drunk Sevika was a completely different human being, hips jerking up as she sought your expert touch, back arching from the amount of pleasure you gave her.

"So good, yeah?" You couldn't help, cooing, hands going up to palm at her boobs while you continued licking at her pussy, she was over sensitive due to being drunk too and you could say it.

"I'ma c-...cum..." Sevika hiccuped and you shoved in two of your fingers, making her clench down onto your digits, her liquids gushing down and soaking your face and fingers.

"Doing so well for mommy, mhm." You grinned.

"P-Please, more," Sevika whined, hips trying to get more friction to her aching heat, you couldn't help suppress a giggle.

Tonight would be long and probably a taboo topic after she gets sober and remembers whatever happened during the night.

"You want mommy's strap?" You smirked a little and Sevika nodded, eyes looking up at you pleadingly.

She spread her legs eagerly as you wore the strap on your hips, readying the dildo to rail her hole.

"Fuck me hard, mommy," Sevika mumbled under her breath, the title foreign on her lips.

Sevika cried out as the silicone toy invaded her hole making her back arch and mouth drool.

"So big, stretching me..." Sevika babbled some incoherent words right after.

Her clit was twitching so you couldn't help rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub of nerves.

Sevika's hands were desperately looking for something to hold so you got closer so she could wrap her arms around you. She did as she moaned loudly, her voice high-pitched like never before as you pounded into her pussy.

It wasn't long until she squirted this time, soaking your lower abdomen and the toy. But you didn't let that stop you from pounding her, the bed creaked in protest but you still continued pounding her.

"Mommy, no... I'm breaking... St-Staph," Sevika whined and moaned, head lolling to the side as she did.

Sevika cried as you pinched at her nipples, pulling them, "M-mommy!" Tears were running down her temple as she trembled in your arms. Her tall, muscular, almost always imposing figure now reduced to a pathetic, slurring, sobbing mess.

By the time you had stopped fucking her, she had passed out. You gently pulled the strap out and smiled down at her unconscious form.

You pressed a kiss on her forehead and cleaned her with a warm damp towel, before cleaning yourself off and got in bed with her.

"We'll have to change the sheets later. I can't move you while you're passed out like this. You're too big," you grinned a little, smiling and wrapping your limbs around her limp form.

"You did what!?" Sevika exclaimed, cheeks flushing a dark shade of red.

"I fucked you so hard, you were begging me to stop and calling me mommy!"

"You—... You..." She was a stuttering mess as she quickly buried her face behind her morning coffee mug.

"I'll never let you live this one down." You cackled.

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womenlover360

2 months ago

꧁𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)꧂

༺Councilor!Sevika x piltie!reader༻

Part 2

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SFW, fluff, men and minors DNI, arranged marriage, reader is in her early 20s, shitty parents

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your parents are mad at you for being a lesbian- and to punish you, they want you to marry Sevika. At first you’re intimidated by her, but that’s going to change pretty quick.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 580

You couldn’t believe it. Sure, it’s probably hard for your mother and father, having to accept the fact that you will never fall in love with a man, give them grandchildren and live the life they always wanted you to- But an arranged marriage as a punishment? That’s fucked.

The woman your parents want you to marry is one of the newer councilors, Sevika. She represents Zaun and is just as scary as the big, dark city beneath Piltover- At least you thought so. Her big, muscular figure, the sharp claws on her prosthetic arm, her gray, cold eyes and her deep voice were intimidating. While you wore one of your prettiest dresses, a bunch of jewelry and your hair tied together in an elegant bun, she looked like every other day, bored and dressed like a man.

Together, you walked through the pretty gardens behind your house, not daring to look at or talk to her. Maybe somehow you could find a way out of this situation, tell her that you’re not feeling well or-

“This is stupid.” she mumbled inaudible, interrupting your escape plans.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” you asked, looking up at her.

“I said that this whole marriage thing is a dumb idea. It’s never not when it’s forced.”

“I’m sorry if I seem.. uninterested..” you looked down at your hands, fumbling your fingers nervously.

“It’s alright, I don’t blame you.” she says, chuckling a little. “I can tell your parents that the deal’s off the table.” she offered, smiling at you.

Looking at her, you noticed that, with a smile on her face, she didn’t seem so scary anymore- she actually looked quite.. cute. And as much as you would’ve liked to tell her to do that, something held you back.

“Still there?” she asked you, waking you from your thoughts. “I won’t be mad at you, can’t force love.”

You both stopped walking, standing in front of each other.

“Please, don’t. I think my parents would simply arrange another marriage with someone even worse.”

You didn’t really realized what you said before you saw that Sevika raised her eyebrow at your words, her smile fading.

“God.. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean it like that.. I’m such an idiot!..” you cursed, ashamed of yourself for being so rude.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” she said, reaching out to cup your face with her big palm, making you look into her eyes. You blushed a little, feeling her warmth against your skin, her touch surprisingly gentle.

“Actually.. I would like to get to know you better, Sevika, if you’re still.. interested of course.” you gave her a little smile, studying her facial expressions, relieved when you notice that she smiled back- not breaking eye contact.

“I am.” she answered, tracing her thumb over your cheek. “How about we meet again next week?”

“Sounds lovely.”

You both walked back through the gardens to your home, talking about what you’re going to do on your next date and chuckling like two stupid teenagers in love.

𝐀/𝐧: Hello there!🫶🏼 This is my first time writing:)). I kind of wrote this in a little rush too, but I hope it turned out alright anyway. This is obv only part one, I have way more in mind for this story!♥️ (sex✨)

Also, I am way too used to german grammar, so don’t be surprised if there are too many/not enough commas🥲

Thanks for reading!<33

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