#Sev/Reader
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In His Shadow
Author's Note: A fun, personal project for one of my favorite clones. Finally a fic that I actually feel somewhat pleased with; It just seemed to work out well. I hope other people think the same, or at least enjoy it.
Summary: Sev has always been very purposeful in his gentleness towards you, but you don't want that this time.
Relationships: Sev/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Rough sex, Clothed sex, Alleyway sex, Quickies, Getting boned by a clone in full armor, Unprotected sex, Mentions of alcohol, Big meanie Sev has two modes
Word Count: 4368
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Sev has two sides.
He’s a romantic. You remember how surprised you'd been at that; How you'd read his messages to you that would be so heartfelt and dreamlike, telling you of pretty skylines on faraway planets and how he can still feel your touch on his skin. What he says could be at times be considered poetry in it's own unique way, sending them to you in the middle of the night when he’s just off the battlefield and the adrenaline was just starting to wear off, or when he's stuck on Kamino in the same routine since he was first popped from his pod.
Sev is also gruff. Cut off, quiet, to the point; Rough.
He rarely speaks a word at times, eyes always watching and thinking. Clone Commando training has sharpened him to a point, and leaves him stern, tight-lipped, and at times overprotective of the few things he loves.
You love both sides of him. You couldn’t get one without the other, and you wouldn’t want to in the first place.
But it would be wrong to say that you always want him to be a romantic. You love him, but you also wouldn’t mind if for a night, he didn’t handle you like you were a fragile figurine.
You know he can do it. You’ve seen glimpses of it, when he’s moments away from losing control, the edges fraying like a shoddy old rope about to snap. But he always manages to hold it together, to kiss your lips like it’s the first time, to gently cradle your neck instead of grabbing a fistful of your hair.
Maybe it just needs to be teased out of him. You know some of the things that make him hot under the collar, so you think you have the gathered up confidence to do so.
It helps that Sev is a little looser than he usually is tonight; Not by much, you don't think he'd ever let himself get plastered, but a good drink and some post deployment rest have made him just the tiniest bit more malleable. The same goes for the rest of his brothers, who sit at the same booth all relaxing over some drinks. Scorch and Boss have ordered the most by far, but no one is truly drunk yet.
You take a quick glance outward and note that the bar isn’t too busy; But the Deltas aren’t the only clones having been given a rare break from the war effort, so there’s still plenty of colored armor organized in batches throughout the bar.
The shinies will intermingle, but clones painted with the colors of a particular squad or battalion will usually stay within groups of their own. It's more so just familiarity than anything else, but it's something that's hard not to notice. The behavior is even more so common with the rare squads of Commandos who come in here or presumably other clone friendly bars, as they always stay with just their pod-brothers; And everyone else eager to stay away and let them do so.
It’s less so a suggestion and more a general rule of thumb; You don’t fuck with Commandos.
They are stronger, larger, and more antisocial. And when you pick a fight, you get the whole squad. Rarely do you deal with only one. As such, it’s not out of the ordinary for Clone Commandos to have bubbles around them, as many are too nervous to risk offsetting one of them. Rightfully so. And you aren't dealing with the usual training; Commandos are a whole 'nother level, at least according to troopers you've spoken to. Hell, one of them still thinks you have a screw loose for asking Sev out all those cycles ago.
Maybe you just have a thing for the odd ones.
“Come on, who wouldn't be confident in our flawless record?” Looking back across the table instead of staring off, you join back into the conversation. Scorch downs the last of his drink, and you’ve lost count of how many down he is now.
"I just think you all should keep being careful,” You look towards Fixer. “At least for Fixer’s sake. He has to deal with you lot the most.” He rolls his eyes, but hopefully for his sake they'll listen even a little bit. You'd like Sev to remain in one piece.
"Don't bother. They'll never listen. Not like I haven't tried a million times." Fixer shrugs his shoulders in less so defeat, and more so acceptance. He knows his brothers well. It makes you laugh, but you can't help but worry about Sev's recklessness at times; He always promises to come back home, but you can't help thinking about something happening.
But now isn't the time to worry about that sort of stuff anyways. Not when he's right beside you.
As if he felt you looking at him Sev turns his head slightly and looks down at you right against his shoulder, his eyes softening just a tad. He gives your knee a little squeeze, before taking back his hand. He throws his arm back around the top of the booth, so it lays just behind your head.
He's said before he loves the soft feeling of your skin, and once admitted in a moment where his lips were looser than normal that it distracted him. It's a weakness of his, and one that as you'd planned earlier, intend to exploit quite heavily.
It's been weeks since you've touched him, and now that he's finally back safe from deployment, you want him riled up.
Hidden underneath the table gently take Sev’s hand, holding it with both of yours. You keep it like that for just a bit, before finally making your move.
Slowly you pull his hand until it lands on your thigh, his fingers brushing just what would be the middle. Not high, but close. He glances over at you curiously for a moment, before looking back to his brothers. You've done nothing crazy, so he doesn't take too much mind to it; It's not as if he wasn't doing something like it moments ago.
You don’t even know what the rest of them are talking about anymore; Scorch is a blabbermouth when he drinks and conversations are changing so fast. You're more distracted by Sev now anyways, and you can feel your face start to heat up just a bit at the thoughts running through your head. You fan feel his large hand gently squeezing the meat of your thigh, feeling it mold underneath as he moves his fingers in an almost mindless gesture. Or maybe it isn't so mindless? He's sitting upright a little more now, and seems a bit more on edge.
With one hand you place it over his again, and slowly you begin pulling it upwards towards the tops of your thighs. His fingertips fall between, and he can feel how warm you are through the fabric of his gloves.
Sev this time gets keen on your plan, however. He only has to turn his body a tad, before he leans down into your space. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, and you swear you can smell him even through the liquor and greasy food. But no one can hear him but you.
“Thin ice.”
Is all he has to whisper in your ear.
If his goal was to stop you, whispering in your ear with a voice so deep like chocolate over gravel isn’t going to calm you. If anything, he only makes your thighs tighten together, a jolt of sensation traveling down your spine directly to your cunt. You can feel his now warmer than usual skin as he presses his forehead to the side of your face, still looking like he's whispering something in your ear for a moment.
You have no plans to heed his warning however; And in another feat of daring, you slowly take a few of your fingers and slip them into his glove, your skin brushing against his as you try to take it off. You can hear his disapproving hum- even though he makes no effort to actually stop you- and once you manage to get his glove off your thighs spread just enough that you push his hand deeper between them.
He can feel the softness of your skin just below the hem of your dress, and given how sitting has risen it up slightly, he wouldn’t have to move much more to reach their apex. In fact, he swears he can feel your clothed pussy brush over the outer side of his hand. You only need to move his hand once to rub against the fabric of your underwear, before he pulls his hand away.
Sev leans back to look fully at you, and with one glance at his expression you know it’s over.
That ice he mentioned? It’s cracked under your feet, and you’ve fallen into the dark water. He is going to kill you.
Sitting up more rigid you clear your throat in an attempt to get the rest's attention, while also trying to ignore Sev glaring holes into the side of your head. Maybe you should've done this a little later, or maybe a little more slowly.
“Sorry guys, I’ve had a great night tonight, but I think I should head out.” Scorch is loud, louder than usual with so much spotcha in him, groaning at you.
“Oh come on! Don’t leave me with the two hardasses! You’re the only other fun one!”
You ignore his plea, and with hands pressing on the edge of the table you get up, moving to slide out. Sev follows, almost like a shadow. When you’re both standing he has a hand gripping the fabric on the small of your back tight.
‘Hurry it up.’, is what the silent gesture clearly says. You back up into him just a tad and your body presses against him, and you hear him make a quiet noise.
“Sorry Scorch. I’ll make it up to you all later." You take one step back, giving a small smile. "See you guys next time.”
With hasty farewells given, Sev's hand on your back pushes you in the direction towards the back of the bar, where there’s a hallway; At the end a door leading into the alley. It’s mostly storage back here and whatnot, but it avoids having to push through the crowds at the front of the bar, which is what Sev wants right now. He wants the soonest possible spot where he can surely cuss you out for this, feeling himself strain against his armor. No matter now many times he attempts to make room for his heated neck or adjust his codpiece, nothing gives him relief.
You glance up at him while you both walk, before looking down and seeing the way his hand is gripping the edge of his own helmet; You fear any stronger, and he might snap it.
Pushing the back exit door open you both quickly shuffle through it, the warm summer air feeling much cooler than the stuffy heat from inside the bar. Neither of you comment on it, despite there clearly being some unsaid words being between the two of you.
They definitely aren't about the weather, however.
The moment the door closes and the two of you are finally alone, he grasps your shoulder, pushing your back against the wall. He stands in front of you, trapping you against it as an unmovable force. Though not that you'd want to leave.
The alleyway is dim; The lights are burning out and the shell around them is old and worn. As such Sev’s face is shadowed, his body pressing you hard against the wall.
“What were you thinking?”
His voice is strained, glaring at you while you sink into his shadow. You purse your lips and roll your eyes.
“Can I not hold your hand?” Sev’s tone of voice is borderline venomous, strained as the rough fabric of his glove slides along the exposed skin of your shoulder.
“You were not just holding my hand. You know it.”
You do, but half the fun was pretending otherwise. Especially since that was another part of teasing him.
Your can feel the rough texture of the brick and ferrocrete through your clothes, all the while Sev’s chestplate is nearly pressing against your own chest. His helmet, which he’d been holding in his hand drops to the ground, settling upright so now both hands can grip at your form.
Leaning down his lips are ghosting against yours, and you can just barely feel them brush over your own as he whispers.
"You did that all on purpose, didn't you?"
He hears you let out a breathy laugh.
"Maybe." It didn't seem like Sev had the chance to shave since coming back, so the stubble on his face is rough when it brushes against your skin.
"Would you have kept going if I didn't stop you?" You more than likely would've hauled him off far before things got crazy, but it's not to say you wouldn't have dragged out the torture just a little bit more.
"...Maybe."
You feel his hands tense against your waist, and in one smooth motion you go from facing him to the wall, to your chest pressing against it. His hands slide downward to grip your hips and pull them towards his groin, forcing your hands to press into the rough texture of brick to keep steady. He takes a step closer, trapping you harder against the wall. One of his hands leaves your hip, pulling the front of your skirt up before sliding forward to slip between the front of your underwear and stomach.
It lingers for a moment, as if he's internally debating something; Before suddenly the tips of his fingers slip below the hem of your underwear, and you can quickly feel them roughly pressing against the soft mound of flesh just above your cunt.
“That little head of yours is going to get yourself in trouble,” He says, his lips pressing against the side of your neck just below your ear and feeling your blood thump with your heartbeat. It's a good thing you were in the market for trouble.
“Fuck Sev,” His gloved fingers finally slip between your folds, the rough texture teasing before he quickly removes them.
“Bite,”
He says, raising two of his fingertips to your lips. Gently you bit the fabric, helping him pull the glove off so he can shove it into one of his belt pockets with one hand. Once finished his hand quickly returns to it’s spot snug inside of your underwear, brushing across your clit as his fingers become slick before slipping inside of you.
"I missed you too..." He doesn't seem to respond to your silly little joke about his roughness, his fingers deep in your cunt as you pant.
The weather has been warming, so the evening is less a freezing nightmare and more so a cool evening, with just enough of a breeze to make your shiver. At least in normal circumstances, with Sev’s stuffy breath against your skin and his body right against yours, you feel more than warm enough- even with plastoid armor impeding.
You attempt to swallow your moans and keep quiet, even though the likelihood of anyone actually hearing you is quite slim. The music from the bar, and even more so the crowds of people, are producing an almost deafening amount of noise, not even considering the other ambient noise of the district; As well as the alleyway being tucked back between a maze of buildings.
“You’re so warm,” He growls in your ear, the deep gravel of his voice you can almost feel in your gut. It’s even deeper now, almost more so than it’s even been. At least that you remember hearing.
He hears your soft mewl as his fingers curl inside of you, the soft sounds audible even with the amount of noises from outside. Your thighs quiver just slightly before you manage to steady yourself, pushing back against him.
His hand slipping away from your cunt you can hear him fumbling with his armor, forehead leaning against the side of your head as he does so. You can feel how he has you nearly trapped against the wall, body looming over yours.
You know the moment he’s managed it, as suddenly you can feel his groin- and subsequently the outline of his cock through his bodyglove- against your ass. He groans, in both relief and ache as he feels your soft body against him. He's slow however, taking his time pressing his hips against you, lips against the corner of your mouth.
“You act all needy, and now you’re going to make me wait forever?” Sev’s grip noticeably tightens around your hips, slipping along the sides of your underwear and wrenching them down around the middle of your thighs.
“You’re really trying to test my patience, aren’t you?” Sev is a patient man, he has to be at times given his trigger discipline, but somehow you always manage to make it run thin. You turn your head over your shoulder in an attempt to look up at him.
“I thought I already did; It’s why you dragged me out here to-” Sev’s cock pressed harder against your ass, while his lips press against the corner of your mouth.
“You need to be quiet,”
He says, before pulling back and tugging at the seam of his body glove, pulling out his cock to slide against your cunt. Instantly it becomes slick against your outer lips, Sev letting out a shaky groan as he grinds between your thighs. It makes you press your body almost backwards towards him, even though you don’t have much room to move.
You can hear the strain in his voice, clearly already pent up from weeks apart. He might not say it, at least not often, but you know that's the case.
You gain a bit of room when he pulls back just far enough, though only to press his cock against your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside of you. While he isn't overly rough, he certainly isn't gentle; You're absolutely going to feel it in the morning. The feeling makes you gasp; The angle making him feel even larger, if that’s even possible.
The hem of your dress lays on the small of your back, pushed up by Sev while the front remains somewhat in place. He makes you suddenly gasp as his hips hit your ass, fully sheathed inside of you as the rough fabric of his bodyglove and sharp edges of his armor press against your exposed skin.
Even though he had just hissed at you to be quiet, he’s not exactly setting a good example.
You can hear the lewd sounds as he fucks you, as well as the grunts and groans from deep within his throat. Sometimes he swears, sometimes he has a moment where he mumbles your name against your skin, though it holds less sweetness than usual. Not to say he isn’t loving, but he’s more, animalistic.
He isn't saying those usual little mutters of incomprehensible praise, or giving soft touches, instead gripping your hips and driving into you hard enough to almost press you into the wall, borderline desperately fucking you. Your knees keep wobbling, unstable though Sev's grip is helping keep you upright. Your underwear slides farther down to your knees, upper thighs slick from how wet your are.
“I love it when you act like this,” His hips slam into yours harder, making you moan loud enough that you quickly clap a hand over your mouth for a moment.
“Rough? Fuck you with all my armor on like this? That why you kept acting like a tease?”
His teeth gently nip at your skin, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave dents. It’s not too hard, he’s teetering right on the line. Like he knows exactly where it is, as he’s had to steer clear of it. Now that he knows you aren’t made of glass, he can step just a bit closer to it.
“Want me to put the helmet back on?”
He teases, the deep gravel of his voice you can feel directly in your cunt. Next time you’ll consider the bucket, but your little escapade is already running on borrowed time.
He’s close, you can feel the way his face is so hot against yours, and how he can barely keep an even pace; Now so less fast and hard, and more uneven but slower, and deep. He's still nowhere near gentle, fucking you for all he's worth enough to feel like your feet are going to leave the ground.
His hips stutter, slowly almost to a crawl as he grits is teeth, hearing it in your ear as he groans as he finishes inside of you. Your body feels so warm, almost overwhelmingly hot; The building the only source of cold feeling.
Slowing down you feel his one hand slip from your hip back to your front, sliding over your already battered pussy. You just need that little bit more, heart thumping against your chest and lower stomach tight and twisting in knots.
His hand presses against your clit harder, almost rough- too rough- making you gasp and bite your lip. He wants you to cum on his cock and is on a mission to do so, his teeth scraping against the heartbeat he can feel against his lips.
“Fuck, fuck Sev-”
So so close, right on the edge...
He can feel your cunt tighten around him as he finally coaxes it out of you, your knees barely able to hold yourself up even with with being pressed and held so tight by Sev. Your breath leaves a moist patch on the wall, hands scratched and sore. All of you is sore, and will be even more so tomorrow.
But you did coax it out of him, with this being the goal. So while it this was the cost, you consider it more than worth it.
“Fuck,” Sev pants, his body heavy against yours- even more so with the added weight of his armor. “We should get out of here. Before someone sees.”
The likelihood of someone coming back here, other than maybe a clone with a similar idea as you, is incredibly slim. But needless to say you still agree. You're now a disheveled mess; Your dress is wrinkled and underwear stretched, a few stitches snapped and what amount of makeup you'd been wearing is now far less clean than it had been. It still looks in place, but you can see where your eyes had almost been watering, or your lipstick smudged across your face.
And Sev's; He's sporting a little kiss mark on the corner of his mouth but you elect not to tell him about it because of how good it looks against his tan skin and stubble.
Leaning away from the wall, the way Sev had you for so long it made your feet almost numb, stinging like little pinpricks. It makes them harder to walk on, your knees wobbly and body still hot.
“Just, give me a minute.” Sev’s hand weighs gently on your hip even after you gather you bearings, looking up at him. He gently brushes a chunk of hair from your face as you fix your clothes, before he follows you. He stays close the whole time, a hand on the small of your back.
“Don’t give me that look,” He says, even as you make sure for the fifth time your clothing is totally fixed before emerging from the back alley. Once you do his hand leaves your back, but he's still staying quite close.
“What look?”
He doesn’t answer, just looking down at you with a firm set brow, while hailing a taxi with his hand.
You both squeeze inside, and you give the address back to your place. While Sev doesn’t mind the barracks as much as the average clone, he’d still much rather go back to your place than them. Especially after everything.
You could more than do for a bit of a lie down after all of that, and surely Sev will join you. You only have him till sunrise, so you'll also like to get in some nice, quiet time.
He seems all for that as well, as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.
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It’s in the mess hall after he's returned to the base, that Scorch finally decides to pry into Sev’s absence, doing so over a tray of lukewarm soup. The subpar food isn't of any interest to Scorch, especially since gossip is on the menu, and Sev was caught by them sneaking back into the barracks far later than he should've been.
They won't tell, but it's not as if they aren't going to pester him about it.
“So…” Sev looks up, just knowing that was a warm up sound to the question he knows is going to be thrown at him.
“How’d it go with the princess?” Sev takes a bit of his own food, not even bothering to look up at his brother. He knows Scorch is referring to their abrupt absence at the bar, and that's where his intel ends.
“None of your business.”
Fixer isn’t even going to step into this minefield of a conversation, and even makes effort to avoid eye contact and thus being roped in. He continues eating his food as normal, and hoping it eventually sizzles out.
“Oh what, did you finally scare her off with your shitty attitude?” Boss gives Scorch a stern look;
‘Play nice’, as he’s starting to tread into territory that is beyond his sort of teasing jokes.
Sev seems to have the matter settled on his own, however. He gives Scorch one look that would boil anyone else’s blood, along with the cover of unwavering confidence.
“She doesn't seem to mind it.”
Scorch rolls his eyes and resists the urge to audibly gag.
“Ugh, you two were made for each other. It’s disgusting.”
#delta squad x reader#Sev/Reader#sev x reader#delta squad sev x reader#reader insert#reader#mywriting
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(Severus and readers child going to Hogwarts)
Severus; “Daddy’s going to drop kick anyone who touches you.”
Y/N; “And Mummy’s going to bail Daddy out of jail.”
#Crack#But seriously#With the multi-generational bullying that happens in that school#It’s good you and Sev have a game plan to handle things#severus snape#reader insert#severus snape x reader#protective severus#dad severus
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How would Sevika react to her baby being born? Like listening to reader scream curse words at her as she pushes and Sevikas smiling cause she’s never heard her sweet wife say such words.
Then when the baby is finally born they look just like Sevika and she can’t help but stare in amazement and love. Kissing reader all over her face and saying words of affirmation
HAHAHAHHA
men and minors dni
she's never been more in love with you than she is in this exact moment, with you sweating through a paper hospital gown, screaming bloody murder, and clawing through the skin on her hand as you push your daughter out into the world.
sure, she just witnessed you shit yourself and you look like you're mid-exorcism. sure, she nearly passed out when she took a peek between your legs and saw your cunt stretched and bleeding. but you're the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
"what the fuck are you smiling at you smug motherfucker?!" you snarl as another contraction wracks your body. she grins, ducking down to kiss your sweating temple, and if you had any more strength in you you'd smack the smile right off her face.
"you're amazing." she says with wonder, a sparkle in her eye. "you're the sexiest, strongest, most powerful woman i've ever met. i'm so in love with you." she says adoringly.
"you're never, ever touching me again, you piece of shit!" you growl. sevika just laughs and nods.
"whatever you want, baby." she says, still smiling.
"i fucking hate you!" you scream as you push through your contraction.
"i love you more than i've ever loved anything." she replies.
"i can't believe you did this to me!"
before she can reply with an annoyingly soothing response, the doctor gasps from between your legs. "ten centimeters!"
you whine, tears racing down your cheeks at the horrible searing tearing feeling between your legs.
"it's time to push, baby." she whispers soothingly.
"stop fucking talking to me!" you growl. sevika laughs, kissing you again, then she crawls into the hospital bed behind you to hold you from behind, both of your hands in hers, her legs enveloping your torso, your back against her chest, just like you practiced in your classes.
"i'm gonna marry you once this is all over." she says in your ear as you catch your breath from your last contraction. you barely get thirty seconds between the waves of pain, but you manage to bark out a laugh at this.
"we're already married." you say. sevika continues to kiss your head and neck.
"so we'll renew our vows." she says. "and our baby can be there. she'll be the officiant." she says. you laugh again, and it quickly turns into a moan of pain.
"i'm divorcing you for this." you cry out. sevika laughs and kisses your head.
"i'll win you back." she says. you elbow her as you sit forward for your next push, getting a little satisfaction at the little grunt of pain she lets out.
"i can see the head!" the doctor says. you scream and sevika gasps, and then--
the sweetest, tiniest little cries you've ever heard start up between your legs. you gasp, and sevika gasps, and the doctor rises from between your legs with a slimy, blood covered, wrinkly lump of flesh flailing in her arms.
"a beautiful, healthy baby girl." she says, grinning as she walks the baby over to the head of the bed for you to gawk at.
at the sight of her scrunched up sobbing face, all the pain in your body seemingly disappears. an entirely new type of tears well up in your eyes, and you almost tackle the doctor when she turns away with the baby in her arms. it's only sevika's hold on you that keeps you in place, her voice in your ear gently reminding you that they gotta clean the baby first.
"you wanna cut the cord, mama?" the doctor asks, looking over her shoulder at sevika a she and the nurses quickly wipe up your crying baby. sevika chokes on a sob from behind you and nods, pressing a solid kiss against your head before scrambling out of bed to stand beside the group of medical professionals, shakily snipping the umbilical cord, officially separating your baby from your body.
when she's all clean sevika holds cradles your daughter into her arms, gasping down at her crying little face as you deliver the placenta and the doctors clean you up.
nothing hurts anymore. they quickly hook you up to a steady stream of morphine, and the hormones flooding your body make time all floaty and make you all spacey.
one minute, there's a gaggle of nurses surrounding you, the next, it's just sevika, standing beside your hospital bed, cooing down at your daughter.
she gently makes her way back in bed with you, placing your little girl in your arms, hooking her chin over your shoulder as you both grin down at your crying little girl.
"holy shit." you whisper. sevika giggles from behind you.
"she's gorgeous."
"she looks like a raisin." you whisper. sevika bursts into laughter, pressing endless kisses to your face.
you burst into tears, and sevika coos behind you, squeezing you to her chest.
"she's so perfect." you cry. "it's our baby sev. our daughter." you cry.
your baby girl's calmed down now, seemingly recognizing your voice, her little eyes blinking up into space. you know she can't see yet, but it seems like she's looking right up at her moms.
"oh fuck." you cry. "she looks just like you." you say through tears. sevika's sniffling behind you, seeming to realize the same thing.
she does look just like sevika. even though she's only a few minutes old, and her face is so itty bitty-- she's got sevika's eyes. and sevika's nose. and sevika's lips. and two or three wisps of sevika's ebony hair decorate her head.
"shit, this is no fair. i'm the one who carried her for nine months and she comes out lookin' like your clone!" you cry. sevika chuckles behind you, reaching down to gently press one of her fingers against your baby's palm.
"just means she's gonna have your personality, babe." she says. "another sweetheart."
you giggle, leaning back against your wife.
both of you laugh as your daughter grunts and smacks her free hand against sevika's wrist.
"no way, she's all you. she came out swinging and everything." you say through laughs.
sevika snorts and kisses your head.
"i love you so much." she whispers. you sigh, turning your neck to press your lips against hers.
"i love you too." you say.
"you're not gonna divorce me?" she asks, laughing against your lips. you smile.
"no, i guess not. she's worth all the pain." you say, looking back down at your daughter. sevika smiles against your head.
"welcome to the world, little fucker." sevika whispers.
in your arms, your daughter coos.
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#okay u guys have to help me come up with a name for our baby with sev i cant keep calling her little fucker 😭#ok it's nap time for me now but i'll be back to finish more requests once i wake up!! :) i'm having a writing day it's so fun i love u guys#sevika#sevika imagine#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika x you#soft sevika
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Secret Keepers (Severus Snape x Y/n)
Severus Snape x fem!pregnant!wife!professor
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REQUESTS are open!
Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/n, mild swearing, Professor reader, mentions of mensurating
Words: +1.5k
Summary: Severus & Y/n have been secretly married for the last few years. Y/n has a hunch that something big is happening, but isn't sure if she should trust her instincts.
If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)
Just breathe, Y/n. Everything is perfectly fine. I say to myself as I pace around my classroom. You're freaking out over nothing. It's normal for everyone to miss their period sometimes, but two weeks? Maybe I should see Poppy just to be sure. I let out a shaky breath and made my way to the hospital wing, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors.
"Poppy?" I call as I walk into the Hospital wing. "Hello? Oh! Y/n dear lovely to see you! Is something the matter? You seem distressed." Merlin, this is going to be awkward. "Um… I was wondering if you happened to have a pregnancy test?" Her eyebrows shoot up slightly as she stares at me. "Yes. Yes, I do. Do you need one?" "Yes. That would be great." "Alright, give me a moment." She walks over to her office to fetch the test as I rock back and forth nervously.
The clicking of the heels can be heard a few moments later as she comes back with the test in hand. "The bathroom is just over there," She points over to a door on the far end of the wing. "take all the time you need." She gives me a comforting pat on the back and a soft push forward.
After I do my business I place the test on the bathroom counter face down and wash my hands. I lean against the wall of the bathroom as I gaze at the test. I sigh heavily and rub my eyes. "It's now or never…" I mutter picking up the small stick. I look down and stare at the single pink word.
Positive
"Holy shit. Holy shit," I whisper as the test falls to the floor and my hands fly to my tear-filled eyes. "I'm gonna be a mom… I'm gonna be a mom!" A soft knocking can be heard as a soft voice calls, "Y/n… is everything alright?" I open the door and stare at the older woman in front of me. She glances at my tear-stained cheeks and the test now on the floor. She bends down, picks up the test, and her eyes widen as her mouth falls open. "Dear Merlin," she whispers, "you're pregnant!" I nod as she pulls me into a tight hug. "Congratulations!" She says excitedly as we pull away and she rubs my shoulders softly. "Thank you."
"If you don't mind me asking… who's the father?" I sigh. "Promise me you'll keep it a secret. We'd like to keep our marriage private." "Marriage!?" "Poppy! Promise me!" "Okay, okay I promise." "It's Severus." "What!?" "Keep your voice down will ya! Someone could be walking by." Poppy sighs, "Damnit, I owe Minerva and Pomona 10 galleons." "Excuse me? What do you mean you owe them galleons!?" "Um… well me, Albus, Minnie, Fillius, Hagrid, and Pomona bet on whether you and Severus would end up together. Minnie and Pomona said you would and the rest of us said you wouldn't. We were clearly wrong."
"Poppy!" A voice calls from the entrance to the hospital wing. Poppy turns around to find Minerva with a puzzled expression on her face. Minerva glances at my tear-stained face and then the test in Poppy's hand. "Y/n, are you alright?" "Never better, Minnie." Minerva walks over and takes the test from Poppy's hand. "Y/n, you're pregnant?! Who's the father? When did this happen?" "Minnie!" "What! I'm just curious!" "Okay, first off the father is Sev," she gasps and I roll my eyes, "Second, I know you guys bet on us." She laughs nervously. "No hard feelings, right?" I sigh and shake my head. "No hard feelings," she lets out a breath and laughs nervously, "But I want 20%."
"Y/nnn," she whines "Pleaseee don't do this" "Hand it over girl." I giggle as she pouts her lip but hands me some money from her pocket. "Thank you." I place the money in my back pocket as well as the test Minerva handed back to me. "When are you going to tell Severus?" Poppy asks as the three of us walk toward the entrance to the wing. My face falls slightly as I fidget with my fingers. "Probably after dinner," I whisper nervously. "Don't be nervous! Everything will be fine!" Minerva says as she pulls me into a motherly embrace. I sigh and hug her back. "Thank you, Minnie." "I should probably get going. My next class starts soon," I glance down at my watch. "I'll see you two at dinner." "Good luck, Y/n!" They say as I make my way back to my classroom.
**Dinner**
I head to the Great Hall and enter through the large doors. Walking up to the broad table at the far end of the hall taking a seat next to Severus. "Hello, love," I whisper. A smile appears on his face as he gives me a quick glance. I hear giggling and glance to my left to see Minerva and Poppy smirking at me. I roll my eyes as I place some food on my plate. "So, how was your day, Severus?" Severus gives me a confused look as he side-eyes the girls. "The usual. Gave Potter a detention this evening" I nod not really paying attention to what he is saying, "Severus, I was wondering if I could speak to you after dinner. It's urgent." His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he nods.
Once dinner is finished Severus stands up and heads towards his office. I watch him as he goes and feel my body heat up from the nerves. "So, have you told him yet?" A voice asks from behind me. I jump and let out a small squeal. "Minnie! What the bloody hell!" "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I was just curious." "No. I haven't told him yet. I'm going to go tell him right now." "Okay! Good luck, Y/n!" I nod as I stand up and begin walking to his office. "You better name it after me!" She calls. I laugh and answer back, "You wish!" A few students and staff members who are still present in the hall exchange glances with each other as they stare at me and Minerva.
I begin heading down the stairs toward the dungeons. The cold atmosphere making me shiver. I reach the door to Sev's office and softly tap my knuckles against the dark wood. "Severus?" "Enter." Says the cold monotone voice of my dear husband. I open the door leaving it slightly ajar and am met with the familiar smell of parchment and books. I glance up to see my husband sitting at his desk with a quill in hand and papers scattered on his desk. His cold eyes meet mine but soften instantly. "Hey, love. You wanted to talk about something?" I nod. He pushes his chair back and pats his lap. "Come."
I walk over and straddle him my hands moving to play with his hair. (Something he will never admit to liking out loud.) He moves his hands to draw small circles on my thighs. "Speak." "Well, I went to see Poppy this morning and-" "What? Why? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asks as he caresses my cheek. "Sev! Let me finish," He sighs, "Go on." "To answer your question I'm perfectly fine. I just haven't um… well… I haven't gotten my period for almost three weeks. I just got worried so I went to Poppy," He raises his eyebrows slightly but doesn't interrupt. "I asked her for a test and she gave me one," I reach into my back pocket and pull out the test handing it to him.
He takes the test from my hands and turns it around to stare at the pink word against the small screen. "You're… You're pregnant?" He whispers as he looks up at me. I nod as tears fill my eyes. He pulls me into a tight hug as he kisses my head. "I can't believe it… we're gonna have a baby." I look up at his shocked face and giggle as we pull apart. "Is that why Minerva and Poppy were acting weird?" I lay my head on his shoulder. "Yeah. They both found out about us this morning. Did you know they placed a bet on us?" "They did, did they," he says as he kisses my forehead and begins running his fingers through my hair. "As much as I would love to hold you for the rest of the evening… Mr. Potter has a detention… and should be arriving soon." I sigh and get off his lap as he stands up and pulls me into his chest. "I love you, darling, I'll come see you tonight." He leans down for a loving kiss. I smile and walk over to the door as he sits back down at his desk. "Love you!" I say as I begin to make my way back to my chambers.
Unbeknownst to both of us Harry had been listening through the crack in the door and knew everything. He wouldn't tell anyone, right?
It's the bloody dungeon bat for crying out loud!
Of course, he would!
Breakfast should be interesting tomorrow…
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sev helping you with a panic attack
cws: hurt/comfort
a/n: sev brainrot yayyyy
SEVERUS SNAPE, who answers the knock on his door and finds you sobbing uncontrollably, is quite unsure what to do.
SEVERUS SNAPE who wordlessly invites you in and pushes you down into an armchair and immediately goes to his store cupboards to find a calming draught.
SEVERUS SNAPE who tilts your chin up with his fingertip and tips the liquid into your lips, allowing his finger to linger longer than necessary.
SEVERUS SNAPE who remains quite still when you cling to his robes, breathing shakily, trying to calm down.
SEVERUS SNAPE who cups your face and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, trying to comfort you.
SEVERUS SNAPE who makes you a cup of tea and even gives you biscuits.
SEVERUS SNAPE who stays up with you until you fall asleep in his bed.
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Clone commandos request if possible. 😁 Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.
So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* that’s ok)
“Got your back”
Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back
Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)
Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad… the most scary- not proofread
Word count: 1688
Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my “most popular” but ones I always do so much for and I don’t know why
Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I can’t remember nor find it so let me know!
"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.
Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.
"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.
Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.
"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."
The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.
Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Boss’s comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.
After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.
In a more solemn voice they asked. “Boss what are we gonna do?”
Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.
“The missions easy enough for us.” Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.
He’s never been more wrong in his life.
While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Boss’s ears.
For a moment the other comando didn’t realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.
That’s when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didn’t seem to die down.
You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.
“Rollies! get down!” Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smoke…. Lucky you guys.
“Scorch handle them.” Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.
Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. “Out of hand grenades sir.” Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.
“Down the hall!” Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.
You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.
“Shit.” Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.
“You’ve got to be joking me.” Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.
A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didn’t make sense though, comando droids weren’t the type to show mercy.
Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldn’t the separatists just send the normal clankers.
Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.
In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.
•✩•
Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.
He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To them….
In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.
Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.
Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.
Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didn’t work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.
Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a “friendly” tap from the clone comando.
I didn’t take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.
Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldn’t shake that.
“Fixer start working on those bindings.” Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.
Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.
You came to with the feeling of someone’s exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.
“Thanks for joinin’ us.” The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.
The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.
Boss’ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.
Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.
Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldn’t seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.
Sev’s eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.
And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasn’t in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.
Someone had to stay strong for them all.
Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.
“I think someone’s coming.” For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. “It’s probably these. Messing with you.” He shook the bindings.
Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.
“We need a medic.” It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.
2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.
“We need the Jedi.” The cool voice stated only once.
Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.
“Get up.” Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Boss’ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.
The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. “I’m not asking again”
“Like kriff they’re going with you.” Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.
“Move clone.” For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.
Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.
Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.
“I hope you didn’t think we were really gonna let them take ya.” Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.
You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?
A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.
“I hope you know.” Scorch called over his shoulder. “You’re never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.”
An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. “You were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!”
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Hey vodika!
Congrats on your follower milestone!
Could I request f!Jedi reader x Sev
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Autumn evening
Thank you! Love you! Xx
Forever
Summary: Of all of the things that Sev hates in the universe, watching his Jedi get hurt tops the list.
Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x Reader
Word Count: 777
Warnings: Reader is seriously injured here, though I didn't detail how she was hurt. Reader is described as formerly having long hair.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: So, I tried my best with this, but it's not easy to write when you can't focus for longer than a few minutes at a time. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you wanted. If you don't like it you can send another request and I'll write something when I'm not sick.
Sev knows that he’s not the gentlest of men. He knows that he’s quick to anger and that he enjoys violence just a little too much for most people to want to put up with. Sure, his own batchmates know that sometimes he says those things simply because it gets reactions.
But most of their brothers don’t.
He doesn’t mind it. He gets along better with his batchmates over anyone else anyway. Well, his batchmates and their jedi.
His Jedi.
She was a surprise addition to Delta Squad shortly after the war began. Someone who was supposed to manage their mission loads and help them so they could take more dangerous missions.
And she quickly integrated herself into Delta Squad. She was careful to not step on Boss’ toes, listened to Scorch’s jokes, redirected Fixer when he was being his most ornery, and was able to temper the worst of his temper.
How could Sev not fall in love with her?
And Sev has never been the type of man to tiptoe around things like feelings, so he told her as soon as he knew that he loved her. He fully expected her to turn him down, but she surprised him by releasing a musical laugh, and agreeing to go on a date with him to see where this leads.
That was nearly a year ago now, and somehow Sev is still able to claim her as his girlfriend. Somehow, because he thought for sure that she would kick him to the curb months ago.
His gaze drifts from his rifle, which he’s been cleaning, to his Jedi.
They’re holed up in a Jedi Safehouse, and his brothers are out trying to find a way off this planet, while Sev chose to remain behind to look after their barely conscious Jedi.
It’s a shame she hasn’t been able to enjoy the planet properly. His Jedi loves this type of weather, when it’s cool and the leaves have started to change. Sweater weather, she calls it.
Though, she’s not saying much of anything at the moment.
She’s nearly gray-faced, and her layers of robes have been removed and replaced by bandages. Her hair had been shorn into a much shorter style, due to the sheer amount of matting that they hadn’t been able to fix-
And then she stirs, her fingers flexing against the thick blanket granting her some modesty.
Sev swallows hard and sets his rifle to the side, before he stands and walks over to her carefully settling himself on the floor near her cot. Her pretty eyes flutter open and focus on his face, “Sev-” She mumbles his name, and she lifts her hand, which he catches and threads her fingers with his own.
“Hey there, Pretty Girl.” He replies, “Welcome back to the land of the living.”
“-where?”
“We’re still on the same planet,” He explains as he gently squeezes her hand, “The others are out looking for a way out.”
She tries to sit up, but Sev is quick to push her back prone, “I should be helping them-”
“You need to rest.” Sev insists.
“But, it’s not safe.” She tries.
“Hey,” He waits until her pretty eyes are locked on him, “No one here is going to hurt them. We’ve already killed anyone who might try.”
She blinks at him.
Sev smiles wryly and he brings his free hand up to rest against her bruised face, “They had you, cyar’ika. They had you and they were hurting you, there was no other option.”
She sighs softly, and she turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, “I don’t deserve you.” she mumbles.
Sev just laughs, “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” All of the tension has drained from his body now that she’s awake and talking, “You deserve far better than me. It’s a shame that I’m not so good a person to just walk away and let another person have you.”
She lightly squeezes his fingers, “All I want is you, though.”
“You have terrible taste in men.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Slowly, Sev brushes some of her hair out of her face, “No one is ever going to hurt you again, cyar’ika. I promise.”
She smiles at him, soft and warm, and Sev leans in to press his lips lightly against hers, pulling away just as quickly as he leaned in. “Now, get some more rest. As soon as we have a ship, you’re going to take a nap in a bacta tank.”
She just sighs, “Will you stay?”
Sev brings their joined hands to his lips, and presses a light kiss to her knuckles, “Forever.”
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DJ!!! If it's okay, for the first kiss prompt could I humbly ask for
"are you sure about this" with our voice king, Sev?
Or!!
their hearts stopping when they hear someone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act ?) with Tup?
Whichever one inspires you more! Please and thank you 💙
A/N: Thank you so much for the ask @secondaryrealm! It was so fun to get back into the swing of writing Sev. You’ll notice that I’m incapable of writing him without mentioning his voice. Voice kink gonna voice kink. Prompt is in purple!
Pairing: Sev x Reader (GN)
Rating: T, but minors DNI as always
Wordcount: 519
Warnings and tags: fluff, mentions of vomit
Summary: You do Sev a solid.
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“Are you sure about this?” Sev’s deep voice rumbled in your ear, sending a tingle of awareness across your neck.
You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Kriff, no.”
He smirked and slid his helmet into place. “Too bad.”
Without warning, he spun you around and tackled you, sending you both flying out of the LAAT/i and into the abyss as his arms clamped around your body.
You shrieked, too terrified to be embarrassed by the sound. “Oh, my gods, I’m gonna die!”
You clung to Sev, burying your face against his chestplate as you squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw to try to keep from screaming again.
Sev’s low, modulated chuckle sounded through his helmet speaker. “Relax, I’ve done this hundreds of times.”
“Carrying another person?!” you demanded raggedly, still not opening your eyes.
“Uh… no,” he admitted. “That’s why we needed volunteers for the training exercise.”
Your eyes snapped open, not that it mattered, since all you could see was Sev’s armor and helmet.
“Sev,” you asked nervously, “how many times have you done this while carrying somebody?”
“This is the first. I think it’s going well.”
“I can’t believe I let Scorch talk me into this,” you groaned.
“Everyone who’s ever met Scorch has said that at some point.”
You felt your weight shift as he adjusted the flight path of his jetpack, and your stomach flip-flopped. Gods, I think I’m gonna hurl. Please, please don’t let me hurl on him, you prayed silently to the Force.
“Don’t drop me,” you begged.
“Even if I did, the tether would keep you close.” Sev seemed to sense you didn’t find that as reassuring as he thought you would, and he tightened his fingers on you briefly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
True to his word, he soon landed the pair of you safely on the ground. As he released you, your knees buckled, and he caught you just before you collapsed. He yanked off his helmet with his free hand, and you heard it thud to the ground as he tilted your head so he could see your face.
“You okay?” he asked, scanning you quickly for injuries.
“Yeah, sorry,” you said shakily. “I just need a minute.”
You willed your legs to work as you tried not to stare at his deep, gorgeous eyes or his stupid, perfect mouth that you’d been trying to ignore for months. Why does he smell so kriffing good? He has no right to smell like that.
You cleared your throat. “I, uh, think I can stand now.”
Sev didn’t loosen the arm he had wrapped around your waist, and he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb as he held your head. You gazed into each other’s eyes, as though suspended in time, and then he closed the distance between you as his lips met yours. His lips felt exactly as soft and stupidly perfect as you’d imagined, and you sucked in a tiny, broken gasp when the kiss ended far too soon.
“Wow,” you sighed. “I’m so glad I didn’t hurl on you.”
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Hi, Babes!
Thank you for sending this in @moon-wrecked 💙, and I hope you enjoy it so so much!!! I got carried away, and this is not 7 sentences…it’s 14. Enjoy 🤣💙💙
Warnings: unprotected piv sex (use protection irl), biting, marking, taunting and teasing, oral (f receiving) enemies to lovers 👀 MINORS DNI! This is nsfw, costco, or in the same room as anyone who can see over your shoulder and doesn’t mind peaking at your screen 😅
Alpha-17 was absolutely frustrating in every way possible, and nothing you ever did seemed to meet his obscenely high standards, as he was constantly critical of every breath you took, every choice you made, and even which language you spoke around the cadets, so to say you were looking forward to an evening without his company was an understatement.
You had curled up in the window seat in your quarters that overlooked the tumultuous grey expanse of Kamino’s oceans, which mirrored the frustration you felt, as you realized you’d given up everything you’d ever known on the hope that you were doing the right thing, and the universe had rewarded you with its most aggravating asshole.
You frustrated Alpha just as surely as he frustrated you with your boundless optimism, slightly chaotic energy, and your willingness to stand toe to toe with him, which should have been enough to make him dislike you, but it made him respect your fearless spirit, and aroused him to no end, so he found himself baiting you at every given opportunity to watch that fire in you flare up just for him.
Fortunately for him, you had a tendency to forget things around Tipoca City, which gave him an excuse to bring you the bracelet you were always playing with, and to needle you for leaving it lying around like one of the cadets in your care; he chuckled to himself at the thought of your lovely face when you opened the door and saw him, and he knew you’d be spoiling for a fight.
When you opened the door, his plan to rile you up was derailed by the sight of you out of your uniform, as you were only wearing a tank top and shorts, which left so much of your gorgeous skin on display, begging for his fingers to explore, touch, mark, and claim you like he’d been wanting to do for weeks now.
You looked up at him, filling the doorway with his massive frame, which you noted was covered only by his body glove, leaving nothing to the imagination and confirming everything you’d ever imagined about him when your mind would drift to him while your hand drifted past your waistband on those lonely rainy nights.
He held up your bracelet, moving it out of your reach when you made to grab it, asking you why you kept leaving your things all over the place when you had a perfectly nice room to keep them in, which pushed the buttons he wanted, as you stood up straighter and demanded he hand over your bracelet, so he told you to come and take it from him.
As always when it came to him, you were ready and willing to meet the challenge, launching yourself at him before you remembered that neither one of you was dressed properly, but you were past the point of no return, and he caught you easily, holding you firmly against his chest, as your legs wrapped as best as they could around him, pressing your core up against him, eliciting a soft little moan that made him hungry for you.
He gripped your ass firmly, moving into your room and closing the door, as he cupped the back of your head and stole a kiss from you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you and swallowing every moan that rose out of your throat, and while he wanted to take his time, he was also desperate to watch you fall apart on his cock.
He laid you down in the window seat, kissing and biting his way down your body, planning to leave marks for every time you challenged him, every time you made him want you, you arched into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders, as he reached your shorts and tossed them aside before using his lips, his tongue, and his fingers to prepare you to take him.
You were wet and sweet, and he could have spent hours making you come on his tongue, while you moaned his name in that beautiful voice of yours that was currently begging for him to ruin you; you had no idea what you were asking for, and he knew he couldn’t lose control with you no matter how easy it would be to give into every urge telling him that you were his to do with as he pleased.
Every nerve ending in your body was on fire, as Alpha explored you like uncharted territory on a new world, and you were on the edge of being overwhelmed even as you begged for more, attempting to goad him into giving you what you wanted with your smart ass mouth, but he couldn’t be moved.
There was a thin sheen of sweat on your body when Alpha finally deemed you ready for him, and he slowly pressed his cock into your dripping wet pussy, which had you writhing and digging your nails into his biceps as he stretched you open, leaving you gasping for breath, as he sank deeper and deeper into you, driving out every urge you had to push his buttons or drive him crazy with anything other than your submission.
He spent the rest of the evening filling you with his cum, as he dismantled you and put you back together over and over, slipping your bracelet onto your wrist as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, but if your moans were any indication he had a feeling you’d be forgetting things more often.
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DAY 25 - Don't Anger the Professor SS
Warnings: SMUT/suggestive
Severus was pissed at you and that that led you the position you were in now.
You on your knees sucking his cock as he did work. You could suck him off and nothing else. You could breathe through your nose. He didn't like your attitude and made sure you shut up. It was torture not being able to touch yourself as your hands were bound behind you with a magic rope. You could only muffle whine and whimper which he gave no response to.
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Sev + "I'm going to give you five seconds to take that back."
Sev x gn!reader (no use of 'y/n' and no pronouns). Flirty (ish).
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings: discussions of medical concerns, references to missions, stimulant misuse, grandstanding, ill-planned bets, semi-flirtatious wrestling.
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It had all started when you tried to talk your most recent set of charges into being more healthy.
Delta Squad had been a source of constant frustration for you since you were assigned to be their medic. Normally, commando squads weren’t overly concerned about having a medic on-board. However, Delta had a close call on a previous mission. One commando, Sev, had been in especially bad shape.
Some time in a bacta tank had fixed the worst of their injuries, but there were certain limits they shouldn’t push if they wanted to avoid a repeat. Sev needed to be particularly careful, since he had suffered damage to his ribs and many of the organs within them - including his heart.
Which was why you had been irretrievably furious when you found him downing a packet of stims.
“Are you trying to die?” you had demanded. “Because I know you’re not stupid, and those are the only possible reasons you would be using stims with damage to your heart. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I have a mission to complete and I don’t have eight hours to sleep before we get there.”
Honestly, you could have expected that kind of answer, but the nonchalant tone Sev had used was what pushed you over the edge.
“And when they wear off? You know, since you took them three hours before we even break atmosphere?” You had shaken your head, clenching your jaw so tightly that the muscles ached. “If you had bothered to talk to me, I would have advised you to sleep for that time, then take half a stim pack when we arrive.”
“I don’t need some vorpan baar'ur telling me what to do,” he had spat. “As long as I can do my job, the GAR doesn’t worry about the little things. Including my health or my life.”
You didn’t understand the Mando’a, obviously, but that didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at the drama of his caustic words.
“Apparently, having someone tell you what to do is exactly what you needI” you had countered. “Do you know what kind of shape you’ll be in after another dose of stims? Even I would be able to beat you in a wrestling match! Some use you’ll be to your brothers then.”
It was a bit too far, and you felt bad as silence fell in the small ship. You had worked with enough troopers to know that they prided themselves on loyalty to their brothers above all else. In your defense, though, you recognized the signs of someone who wouldn’t be talked out of their nihilism. By meeting him head-on using the parameters of life as he saw it, you had hoped to shake him out of his stubbornness.
It was only bad luck that it hadn’t worked. Sev’s expression had darkened and you prepared yourself for a threat or a cutting insult, but Scorch had laughed, breaking the tension.
“Sounds like a good, old-fashioned bet,” he had said, chuckling in a way that could only be described as ‘gleeful’.
Sev had scoffed and walked away without another word, but your luck ran out.
Delta Squad had gotten a call from General Jusik, alerting them that the leader of the Separatist-controlled planet had opted for a peace talk. As a gesture of good faith, the GAR was withdrawing the commando squads who had been set to invade.
“We’ve been redirected,” Boss announced when Jusik disconnected the call. The sergeant stepped out of the small cockpit where he had been navigating with Fixer. “We’re to touch down on a Republic-friendly planet in the next system and settle in. We’ll be backup if things go south, so stay ready to go. Get some sleep if you can.”
“Those of us who didn’t already take a packet of stims,” you had muttered when Sev went back to cleaning his blaster instead of heading for the bunks.
Unfortunately, your sarcasm would prove to be your undoing. Scorch perked up at your quiet admonishment, visibly brightening. “Hey, didn’t you say you could beat Sev in hand-to-hand when he’s using stims?”
“Yes,” you confirmed, holding eye contact with Scorch, but trying to watch Sev in your peripheral vision.
“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back,” Sev growled. When you looked over, you saw that he very much was not focusing on his blaster anymore.
“I don’t think I will.” The way you lifted your chin was nothing short of antagonistic, but you were angry. Clarity of thought while angry had never been your forte. Despite that, you clocked the gray undertones in Sev’s face and the way his fingers were trembling slightly. “In fact, I think I could beat you now, whether or not you take another dose.”
“You’re on,” Sev told you, a challenge thick in his tone.
“Wait-” How you hadn’t seen this coming, you weren’t sure, but your stomach was sinking. “I didn’t mean I actually want to wrestle you. I’m just telling you, as a medical professional, that-”
“Hey, you already said you would,” Scorch reminded you. “Too late to go back on it now.”
“Knock it off, Six-Two. It isn’t too late for anything,” Fixer told him, turning around in the cockpit to face you all. Before you could thank him, he continued as he eyed you directly. “It’s actually a choice: wrestle Oh-Seven or admit that stims aren’t that bad.”
“They are that bad, though,” you insisted.
“If you’re going to wrestle on my ship, do it in the cargo bay,” Boss said over his shoulder. “I don’t want to explain broken equipment to the GAR.”
“This isn’t enough of a challenge to break anything,” Sev decreed. He watched you as he set aside his blaster and stood. “Cargo bay. Five minutes.”
It was overdramatic to specify a time and place on such a small ship, but it still made the pit of your stomach tighten. You took care to offer him an unimpressed face and a simple nod.
"This is gonna be fun!" Scorch said excitedly.
You strongly disagreed, but that wasn’t going to help. It was far too late for that. So you stifled your misgivings and made your way to the back of the ship.
Sev had stripped off his armor by the time you got there. That hadn’t been a concern, but you wondered if it should have been. There was nothing at all you could do against plastoid armor. However, much as you loathed to admit it even to yourself… you were almost as disadvantaged anyway. The sight of Sev’s muscles swelling and bulging under the tightness of his body glove was enough to make the ship feel like it was lurching through the galaxy.
You were wearing comfortable clothes, having refused to change into your lightly armored medic’s gear until you were closer to your eventual destination. You were comfortable and didn’t have to strip off any clothing, but that was almost a pity. It was starting to feel distinctly warm aboard the small ship…
“Ready?” Sev asked.
You nodded, resigned to being decimated by the fully-trained commando. He didn’t attack immediately, choosing to watch you instead. You circled warily, already closer than you liked. The cargo bay of the ship was reasonably big and, as promised, you weren’t going to break anything. That should keep Boss happy, but there still wasn’t a vast amount of space.
So you and Sev circled around, watching each other. You were focused on his chest: all of the hand-to-hand training the GAR had offered told you that motion was typically forecasted in the torso, so that was the best place to watch if you wanted to avoid being surprised.
When you occasionally snuck a glance at Sev, he was watching your face rather than your torso. At first, you wondered if you should be doing the same with him, but then you started to feel flustered rather than wary at the weight of his eyes.
That was when he pounced.
You managed to avoid the first lunge, but you weren’t expecting him to recover his balance as quickly as he did. In half a moment, Sev was upright once more and diving at you.
A strong arm hooked around your waist and you were falling, cushioned from the ground by Sev’s body, but the impact still knocked the air from your lungs. Sev flipped you over and you made your move, rolling quickly out from under him before he had time to close the distance between you.
You got to your feet - or, you started to. Sev’s hand closed around your ankle and pulled. It wasn’t enough to put you back on the floor, but it was enough to bring you heavily to your hands and knees. Since you were already in the proper position, you kicked out with your foot and felt a surge of victory when your heel connected.
And then you were horrified, turning around as you gave a loud gasp. “Sev! Are you okay? I’m so sorry-”
There was a small smudge of dirt on his forehead from your boot, but Sev’s grin flashed bright. “I’m fine. Keep going.”
And then he grabbed both of your ankles, pulling hard enough that your knees went out from under you and you landed on your stomach with a soft, “Oof!”
Sudden heat at your back warned that Sev was getting ready to pin you, so you rolled again. He seemed to expect the movement then, dropping onto you in mid-turn from your side to your back.
With a sudden, surging need to keep your freedom, you pulled back a fist. Your goal was Sev’s recently injured ribs, but you came to your senses before the blow came too close to landing. You were a medic, and every bit of training you had received covered how to prevent injuries, not cause them.
Sev didn’t know that, however, and he winced sharply. He curled into himself in an effort to protect his ribs - a motion that only put more pressure on them. The flash of pain across his face would have made you stop even if you hadn’t already decided to do so.
“Are you-?”
Before you could ask if he was hurt, he had reached down, snagged your wrists, and pressed them against the cold metal of the floor. You were pinned.
You were on your back with a commando pressing you into the floor, but you both… stopped. Your breathing was heavy and - with more than a little surprise - you noticed that Sev’s was, too. Of course, his ribs probably still hurt and you would have to check him for a boot-borne head injury, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling anything other than pain.
You definitely were.
The chilly bite of the floor at your back faded into the distance as you and Sev studied each other from closer than you had ever been. Sev always looked vaguely angry, but you had wondered if that was his natural expression. That seemed to be true: if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you would have taken his expression to be one of irritation and disdain. But there was softness in it, too. That was what left you feeling like you couldn’t get a full breath.
“Well, Sev, I’d say you won,” Boss remarked dryly.
The comment pulled you back into the moment and you realized that Boss, Fixer, and Scorch were all observing the scene. It felt vaguely ridiculous then, wondering what it would be like to kiss the man who currently had you pinned to the dirty floor. But as Sev released his grip and stood, you missed the warmth of him like it was something tangible.
To your surprise, though, Sev held a hand out to you in a silent offer to help you stand. You took it and he lifted you easily. The silence was thick.
You cleared your throat. “Well, I guess I was wrong. One stim pack isn’t enough for me to win a wrestling match. I still think-”
“Save it,” Sev ordered and you froze. No matter what you thought had changed between you, it wasn’t enough to save you from his sharp tongue. But when he spoke again, Sev’s voice was far more gentle. “It was closer than I thought it would be. Another few minutes and I would have probably lost. I’ll lay off the stims.”
“Aww, no rematch?” Scorch complained.
Fixer made a sharply derisive noise and left for the cockpit. “I’ll pilot us to the staging planet.”
“All of you, get some rest,” Boss ordered before he left as well.
Scorch lingered a moment, glancing between you and Sev. You were still standing close together, the tension palpable between you. Unlike most of your interactions, that tension was not actively hostile.
You were torn between wanting Scorch to leave so you and Sev could talk about what had just happened, and wanting him to stay so you didn’t have to. Slowly, like he was watching something interesting unfold before his eyes, Scorch turned and retreated to his bunk. Since the bunks were in the section just ahead of the cargo bay, Scorch was still in hearing range, but a sense of privacy settled thickly around you and Sev.
When you finally gathered the courage to look over, Sev was watching you. Neither of you spoke, and your mind raced in an effort to find the right words.
Your lips parted, though you didn’t have the slightest idea what you planned on saying. Fortunately, Sev spoke before you could say some muddled assortment of words that might mean nothing… or too much.
“We should sleep while we can,” he told you. After a moment, he added with a wry grin, “Some medic told me I need actual rest, not just stim packs.”
It was more familiar ground, and you relaxed enough to jibe, “What disappointing news.”
“Yeah,” Sev agreed. “But the delivery made it a little better.”
You could only shake your head as you followed him to the bunks.
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Author's Note - I love Sev wayyyyy too much! I have written more fics for him than for any other member of Delta Squad. That being said, I'm going to focus on Scorch and Boss next since I haven't done much for them. If you have any great ideas for either one that you'd like to throw my way, feel free to comment, ask, or message!
Thanks for reading! You can find other works on my masterlist. As of a few days ago, I discontinued my taglist. You can find just fics on my side-blog, @wanderinginksplot-writes. (As soon as I work through my drafts on this blog, all fics will be posted there first and cross-posted here later.)
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Severus; "The only thing I've ever done that I'm proud of is marrying you. And I don't know how I managed that."
Y/N; "It was my idea. Remember?"
#incorrect quotes#I heard this line in a 50s movie and thought if fit Sev so well#severus snape#reader insert#severus snape x reader#harry potter universe
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Could I get a Sevika with a post pregnancy wife reader? Like their baby refuses to latch onto her breast and it causes readers breast to be so sore and swollen and Sevika offers to suck on them for her and it turns into Sevika finger fucking her while sucking her breast milk
hngggg... anon, every once in a while i'll get an ask that actually literally gives me butterflies and this is one of them
men and minors dni
you're tired, and sore, and you miss your wife.
sevika's only been gone for a few hours. it's a sunday, shopping day in your house, and instead of waking you up at eight in the morning like she usually does, sevika cooked you breakfast, changed your baby and fed her again before putting her back down for a morning nap, and left the two of you to sleep. she'll be back soon, her arms swinging with grocery bags, a box of diapers on her hip, and a scowl on her face from having to deal with the weekend shoppers all on her own.
she's a sweetheart. it only makes you miss her more.
your poor little girl's got a stuffed nose-- just a baby cold. but it's been hell for all three of you, because now with her nostrils full of boogies, she can't comfortably breathe while she's breastfeeding.
it's breaking your heart. she cries because she's hungry, and then she cries when you try to feed her. she cries because of her nose, and she cries when you try to clean it out. she's miserable, and you're just happy that whatever bug she's got has been making her tired enough to get some proper sleep. it's the only relief you get between her wails.
as a result, your tits are so swollen with milk that you've been leaking steadily all morning.
you would pump-- but you've already pumped so much that your freezer is full of breastmilk-- probably enough to last a year.
after waking up in a cold bed without sev, you rolled over on your side to peek into your baby's crib. she was still sleeping soundly, so you snuck out of the room to scarf down your breakfast and hop in the shower.
you spent a while massaging your tits in the shower, expressing excess milk down the drain. it makes you sad-- breastmilk is like new-mom liquid-gold-- but, you've got nothing better to do with it.
you checked in on your girl again when you finish drying off.
she was sound asleep, her nose crusted with dried boogies, and she cooed when you pressed the back of your hand against her forehead. she's feelt normal, thank god, and you pressed play on the little white noise machine and refilled her humidifier, before kissing her and heading out to the living room to spread out on the couch and try to relax a bit.
you fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow.
you wake up to the sound of your front door opening. sevika curses in the doorframe as a grocerybag gets caught on the handle, and you smile as you rise to help her.
she sees you, and her face melts.
"hi baby." you say, lifting some of the grocery bags off her arm and swooping in to give her a quick kiss. she sighs against your lips.
"hi, love." she mumbles.
you walk her to the kitchen, where you help her start unpacking the bags.
"how was the store?" you ask. she groans.
"horrible as always. how's the little shit?" she asks. you scoff and elbow your wife at the horrible nickname for your girl.
"she's still sleeping, poor thing."
sevika pouts. "i wish i could make her feel better." she says. you kiss her cheek.
"i think the vapor rub you put on her chest really helped last night." you say. sevika sighs.
"how're you feeling, mama?" she asks you, wrapping her arms around your waist. there's still groceries on the counter-- but all the frozen and refrigerated stuff's been put away, so you pull her closer to you to lay on her chest. she kisses your scalp.
"tired. glad you're home. my tits are killing me." you say. sevika pouts.
"what's wrong, 'd she bite your nipples again?" she asks. you chuckle.
"she hasn't been eating-- i'm all swollen with milk."
sevika shudders in your arms, and you pull away to look at her. she gulps.
"i could... i could help you with that." she says, her cheeks getting dark, her pupils getting wide. you blink up at her, a smirk creeping up your lips and raising your eyebrow.
"and how do you suggest you help me, sevika?" you ask, slowly trailing your hands up from her shoulders to tangle your fingers in her hair. her eyes dart down to stare at your tits, your nipples hard and sticking out of your thin t-shirt, a little damp spot over each from where it's been steadily soaking up the constant leak of your tits. sevika gulps again, her hands slowly slipping up under your shirt, trailing up your waist, until they land on your tits.
you both sigh, and sevika slowly, slowly squeezes her hands. you whimper, and sevika gasps as twin spurts of milk coat her palms.
"lemme put my mouth on you, baby." she whispers, her voice husky and low. you shiver in her hands and grins at you as she slowly walks the two of you backwards until your back hits the counter. you sigh as sevika ducks down to start pressing kisses into your jaw and neck, shoving one of her thighs between both of yours. "whaddya say, mama?" she asks. "hmm? lemme take care of you? make you feel all better?" she teases. you gulp, your cunt pulsing around nothing, before nodding against sevika.
"y-yes." you whimper. sevika grins against your neck, before pulling up to press her lips to yours as her hands fall to grab your ass and sit you on the counter.
"fuck babe." she mumbles against you, nipping your lip. you whine. "nobody told me havin' a kid would mean havin' a live-in cockblock. i've fuckin' missed you."
you laugh for several reasons. for one thing, you told sevika about a million times how different your sex lives would be once your daughter came into the world. for another-- you and sevika fucked last night in the shower.
sevika smiles at the sound of your laughs, pulling away to admire you for a moment before pressing a kiss to your nose.
"you're ridiculous." you say. sevika shrugs.
"you're gorgeous." she whispers. you grin, reaching down to pull the hem of your shirt over your head. sevika gasps as your tits are revealed to her, her eyes going wide, and her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "fuck." she grunts. you giggle again, and sevika's eyes go a little softer as they dart down to watch your stretch mark riddled belly jiggle with your laughs. one of her hands reaches down to gently grope it, the other coming up to cup your jaw.
"sevika." you say, right before she kisses you. she blinks at you, waiting for you to speak. "i love you so much."
she smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "i love you more." she says. you chuckle, and she grins, and then, she ducks down to begin pressing kisses over your breasts.
you're really sensitive, tender to the touch, and sevika moans against you when she realizes just how sensitive you are. a few drops of milk escape your nipples as she pushes her face against your breast, before slowly sliding down your tit and onto your ribs. sevika whimpers, nipping your tit, before ducking down to lick the small trail of milk all the way up until her tongue is against your nipple.
you gasp, arching your back to press your tit more firmly against her mouth. she chuckles, before wrapping her lips around your nipple and sucking.
you moan, your hands flying up to claw at her hair, and sevika groans.
"you're so fuckin' sweet." she mumbles, before returning to sucking your tits. "mmm fuck."
"sev!" you moan. she hums against you.
"mmhmm?" she asks. you whimper.
"f-fuck!"
"mhm." she agrees. you laugh, and sevika's hand on your stomach trails lower, fiddling with the waistband of your underwear.
"please." you whine. sevika groans, pulling away from your tit with a pop. there's milk running down her chin and throat, and she looks fucking drunk.
"you want my fingers, baby?" she asks. "i'd give you my mouth, but i'm pretty occupied." she mumbles, pressing kisses against your tits. you gulp.
"please, sev, please. need you." you whine. she growls.
"fuck, i'll give you anything, baby." she says. "anything you want." she promises as she ducks her hand beneath your waistband, her hand cupping your cunt. your thighs twitch around her, and her mouth latches around your other tit, pressing kisses around your nipple before sucking it into her mouth.
on your cunt, she starts drawing circles against your clit. you whine, and she growls, her teeth gently teasing your nipple, making you squeal.
"watch it!" you cry. she chuckles around you, slurping against your tit.
"'m sorry." she mumbles. you look down at her where she's sucking against your chest, her cheeks hollow, her lips covered in your milk. you groan.
"you're so fuckin' hot." you whine. she chuckles.
"says you." she mumbles. a bit of milk escapes her lip, falling onto your torso. in your underwear, she dips a finger down to your hole, and you gasp.
"please!"
she nods against you, blinking up at you with big eyes as she easily slides to fingers inside you, all the way up to the hilt. you both moan, the gentle vibrations of sevika's mouth against your nipple making you dizzy.
"oh shit." you whine. she nods against you again. "fuck me!"
sevika starts fucking you hard, her fingers slamming in and out of your cunt, her palm making sticky smacking sounds against your cunt, as she continues to drink you up.
"f-fuck." she says, pulling away to gasp. she's a mess, milk coating her face and throat, and you're sure your tits and abdomen is no better. "fuck, you're so fuckin' hot babe, you taste so good, and you're so fucking wet." she growls. between the two of you, your cunt begins to squelch. she flashes you a wolfish grin.
"fuck!" you whine as she crooks her fingers up to begin hammering against your g spot. "fuck, sev, right there!"
"keep it down, baby, our girl's sleepin." she teases you. you whimper.
"fuck off."
"fuckin' leakin' for me all over, aren't you?" she continues. "cunt and tits. you're even droolin' a bit." she says, laughing.
you growl, reaching up to grab her hair and forcing her face back against your tits. she goes without a fight, grinning up at you as she licks your nipple back into her mouth.
"fuckin' needy." she mumbles against you before she begins to slurp against your tits again.
you're close, and sevika can tell with the way you're clenching and pulsing around her fingers. she reaches up with her free hand to fondle your free tit, groaning when a steady stream begins to trickle out as she squeezes it.
you blink down at your wife, gasping at the sight of her, her eyes rolled back in her head, her eyelashes fluttering, her lips puckered as she continues to gulp you down. she looks like she's in paradise.
when she blinks her eyes open to meet yours, a small smirk pulling up at her lips, a dribble of milk escaping her mouth and trailing down her chin, you cum.
you cum so hard you get lightheaded, and you and sevika both gasp when you start to squirt around her fingers.
"oh fuck baby!" she growls, before sinking her teeth against your tit. you gasp and scream, and sevika chuckles against you as she continues to work you through your orgasm.
eventually you catch your breath.
you blink your eyes open, and sevika's grinning at you. in the background, you can hear little fucker's cries from the bedroom. you huff.
"you made me wake the baby up!" you pout. she grins.
"that's not all i made you do." she says, slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt and smiling down at the puddle of cum on the tiled kitchen floor as she pops her fingers in her mouth. "fuckin' delicious." she grumbles.
you giggle, and sevika smiles up at you.
"i love you." she says. you smile and lean forward to kiss her, your milk and cum sweet on her lips.
"i love you too."
"you wanna clean up this mess or go get the kid?" she asks. you laugh.
"you should get her. i don't think my legs will work for a few more minutes." you admit. sevika grins.
"damn right they won't." she says, cockily. you laugh, pressing another kiss to her lips. she hums against you. "how're your tits?" she asks. you laugh.
"much better. feeling very loved." you say. she grins.
"good."
"thank you for takin' care of me." you say, slinging your arms around her shoulders. sevika grins.
"always." she says. you smile.
in the bedroom, your little girl's cries turn into wails. sevika sighs and rolls her eyes, pressing another kiss to your lips before turning around.
"i'm comin' baby!" she calls to your daughter. you grin, leaning forward to smack her retreating ass. she shrieks and jumps, turning around to glare at you. you laugh.
"this isn't over. you're gettin' payback tonight." you say. sevika grins.
"oh am i?" she asks over her shoulder as she walks into your bedroom. you laugh.
"you've got no idea." you call back.
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Severus: "Darling, the whole reason we are in this situation again is because you cant follow the rules!"
Y/n: "Sev, rules are made to be broken!"
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In which you distract Sev from his work on his birthday
Happy birthday to our beloved prince!! This is a special bday oneshot <3
Genre: smut
Warnings: office sex, creampie, partially clothed sex, dom!Sev, sub!fem reader, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, food play, aftercare
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You softly knocked on Severus's office door, a dark chocolate birthday cake carefully balanced in your hands. White icy frosting bore the message, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEV!"
Your husband opened his office door, his features laced with exhaustion and irritation. His features softened considerably when he saw you standing there with a beaming smile and birthday cake.
"Hi," he said softly, letting you inside his office. You stepped inside, being greeted by the sights and smells of various bubbling and smoking cauldrons on his desk. Despite it being his birthday, Severus still did his work like any other day. You wished that he'd allow himself to take a day off for once.
"Happy birthday, my love," you said, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. Severus's chest, which had been tight with stress from his work, loosened as his lips found your soft ones. He cupped your face, deepening the kiss before pulling away to murmur, "Thank you, princess. Did you make this cake all for me?"
"Of course I did," you laughed, placing the cake down on a nearby table. You glanced sideways at the potions on his desk, adding, "Why don't you put those away and have some cake? You've been working so hard recently and I'm so proud of you, but it's your birthday and you deserve to relax."
Severus pulled you forward by your waist, the sudden movement making your breath hitch. You craned your neck to look up at him, as he was several inches taller than you and naturally towered over you. His staggering height made you feel both protected and weak in the knees.
"I have to keep prototyping those potions, sweetheart," Severus said as he dotted your forehead with kisses. You frowned and he kissed your frown away. "It's just my luck that my birthday happens to fall on a work day."
"Sev, for the love of Merlin," you said, exasperated. Severus raised an eyebrow at you, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your hips that nearly made you squirm.
"You deserve to relax," you repeated firmly, holding your head high. "Have some cake with me and we'll sit and chat about stupid things."
Severus exhaled slowly through his nose, leaning down to press a singular kiss to your neck. He smelled so good, like cinnamon and rain. Your eyelids fluttered, biting your lip and whining when he pulled away.
A ghost of a smirk played at his lips as he responded, "We can have the cake later, baby. I need to finish my work."
"Severus Snape, I swear to god-"
Severus laughed. Your sentence fell short and you stared up at him, perplexed. He pressed a second, longer kiss to your neck this time, and you felt heat begin to pool in the pit of your stomach.
"Just give me a few minutes to finish up, okay? Take a seat and then I'll be ready for you." Severus pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before relucantly releasing you from his embrace.
He returned to his desk and you quickly sat down across from him, playing nervously with the hem of your skirt as you watched him work.
Severus hummed thoughtfully to himself as he worked, glancing up at you every now and then. Every time he caught your eye he smiled, his trousers becoming uncomfortably tight as he hurried to finish.
He yearned for you. Despite his desire to bend you over his desk and fuck you, he wanted to finish his work. He knew that he was practically edging himself and you, but that's what he liked. He enjoyed the fun and tension of it.
The moment Severus finished working and cleared his workspace, you immediately rose from your seat to grab the cake. You proudly placed it down in the center of his desk, summoning two forks and a small knife.
Severus smiled softly at you as he stood up, snaking his arms around your waist and watching over your shoulder as you sliced him a piece.
You turned around in his arms, your back pressed into the lip of his desk. Severus's chest was pressed into your front, his leg dangerously placed between your thighs. You swallowed thickly, handing him his slice as your cheeks burned crimson.
"Thank you, baby," Severus smiled, forking a piece into his mouth. He chewed slowly, relishing in the rich flavor. The dark chocolate melted pleasantly on his tongue and he hummed appreciatively.
"This tastes amazing," he said, noticing that a bit of frosting had gotten on his finger. He slowly licked it off, his eyes finding yours. You rubbed your thighs together on instinct, your blush deepening, and your breath quickening.
Severus must have noticed your sudden change in demeanor because he smirked, collecting more frosting on his finger. "Do you want to try some?" he asked you. You gasped; his voice was remarkably deeper than usual, presumably because of his growing arousal.
You nodded silently. Severus chuckled darkly.
"Use your words, sweetheart."
Severus pressed himself closer to you, his knee nudging your clothed cunt. You gasped again, tightly gripping his forearms as you fought to stay on your feet. Severus gathered more frosting, trailing his finger down the column of your neck and leaving behind a trail of white frosting.
"I want to try some," you finally said, your voice meek and trembling as you grew needier for Severus. Severus smiled tenderly at you, raising his finger to your mouth. You opened your mouth and he slowly slid his finger past your lips and into your mouth.
Just like you did with his cock, you immediately closed your lips around the digit, staring up at him innocently through your lashes.
You could feel Severus's hard cock pressing against your leg as you sucked on his finger. He released a quiet moan, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. He licked and kissed at the frosting he had left behind there, all while you continued to suck the frosting off his finger. It tasted wonderfully sweet.
Severus slowly brought his head up, his lips covered in frosting. You had a second to breathe before he smashed his lips against yours, groaning needily into your mouth as he lifted you up onto his desk with ease.
"Sev-" you gasped, moaning loudly when he reattached his lips to your neck, sucking harder and firmer on your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, knotting your fingers in his hair as pleasure overwhelmed your body.
"You taste so sweet," Severus moaned as he pulled away, licking the remaining frosting off of his lips. He pulled you closer by your hips, eagerly hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt.
"May I?" Severus asked you, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with lust. Although he was horny and desperate to fuck you into tomorrow, consent was the most important thing to him.
"Yes, daddy," you responded boldly. Something inside Severus shifted upon bearing you address him like that, and he practically tore your skirt into two as he removed it. He discarded it to the side, dropping to his knees to worship you like the goddess he saw you as.
"So pretty," he hummed, softly kissing your inner thighs. He silently admired your underwear; they were pink and lacy, decorated with a small white bow at the top. Severus couldn't wait to unwrap that birthday present.
Severus hooked your legs over his shoulders, inhaling the smell of sex as he inched closer to your dripping cunt. You nibbled on your bottom lip, excitement coursing through your veins. However, your excitement quickly deflated when Severus stood up.
"What-" you began to ask before being shushed by Severus. You watched him push the cake to the side, your eyes widening as he gathered a dollop of frosting on his finger.
He returned to his kneeling position and slid your underwear off, lifting your hips with one large hand. "When did you buy that pair?" Severus asked you, his lips grazing your clit. You whined, tugging gently on his hair. Severus pulled back, frowning up at you.
"I asked you a question, princess," he said, his voice edged with impatience.
"Last week," you answered, squirming when he dragged his frosting-clad finger across the top of your cunt. "Daddy," you quickly added, keening under his light touches.
"You should buy more like that," Severus suggested through a breathy chuckle. He firmly held your thighs in place over his shoulders, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the top of your cunt, licking the frosting off in the process.
"Fuck," you moaned, barely having time to process his ministrations before he took your throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Ah, p-please-" you stammered, your back arching as Severus worshiped your clit. You weren't quite sure what you were begging for, but Severus took the initiative and added his tongue to the mix, lapping up your arousal.
"Such a good girl for me," he growled, his nose rubbing against your clit as he worked his tongue along your slit. Your thighs trembled as you threw your head back, staring upside down at the numerous potions lining the shelves behind you.
"Oh my god," you gasped, digging your fingers into his scalp. Severus moaned against you, directing two clean fingers toward your entrance. He pushed them inside, causing your thighs to clamp around his head.
"God, your cunt is fucking ethereal," Severus groaned as he scissored his fingers inside of you. You were a complete mess, dribbling out all over his desk and tongue. Your body was aflame with pleasure, your orgasm approaching its peak.
"I'm so close," you whimpered to Severus, listening to the lewd sound of his fingers coming in contact with your cunt with each swift thrust. "Please don't stop- ah!"
Severus had taken your clit back into his mouth, sucking firmly. He moved his fingers faster and harder until you were crying out, pulling on his hair as your orgasm crashed through you.
Severus gently lapped at your clit as you came down from your climax, murmuring sweet words that seemed quite oxymoronic with how he had your legs shaking.
"You came so much for me, my sweet girl," Severus praised as he stood up, proudly puffing out his chest. Knowing that he could bring you so much pleasure with his tongue and fingers alone greatly boosted his confidence.
Severus leaned in to kiss you and you could taste a mixture of yourself and frosting. You were breathing unsteadily, your mind a bit fuzzy from your mind-blowing orgasm.
Severus slowly pressed kisses to your cheek, softly asking you, "Are you okay?" As much as he loved making you orgasm, you seemed to be in a heavy daze that raised his concerns.
"I'm okay," you said, nodding and licking your lips. You pulled him closer by the front of his robes, nibbling on his jawline and lazily palming his hard cock over his trousers. Severus moaned softly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down to the desk.
"No touching," he chastised, winking at you. You opened your mouth to complain but quickly fell silent when he unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his cock from its confinements. The head was red and leaking, the shaft veined and girthy.
"Pretty," you mumbled as you gazed at his cock, biting your lip as you hesitantly reached both hands out to touch it. Severus didn't stop you; he watched you with attentive eyes, breathing slowly as you struggled to wrap both hands around his cock.
"Look at that, baby," Severus cooed, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "Your hands barely fit around my big cock."
You whimpered and nodded, giving his cock a few strokes. Severus immediately stopped your movements and you glared at him. He laughed, amused, and grabbed your hips, pressing his forehead to yours.
"I love you," Severus spoke, grabbing his cock and stroking it familiarly as he lined it up with your weeping entrance. You held onto his biceps, biting your lip as he undid the buttons of your blouse and pulled your bra down far enough so that your breasts were visible.
"I love you too," you breathed, pressing desperate little kisses to his cheek. Severus held you closely, smoothly pushing in with a grunt.
You whimpered and gripped his biceps, your mouth hanging open. Severus slowly kissed your lips and began to move in quick, shallow thrusts, gradually stretching you out.
"So fucking good," Severus grunted against your neck, holding your hips tightly. One hand fell to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles that caused you to squeeze his cock.
"Fuck, baby. Your pussy is like a fucking vice," Severus moaned, lying you down on his desk. You accidentally knocked over quills and books as you laid down, gripping the sides of the desk.
Severus bent over you, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. He thrusted harder, making your breasts jiggle in the confinements of your bra.
"Feels so good," you said breathily. Severus grabbed your hands and held them, pressing forward deeply and saying, "Yeah? My big cock stretches you out so good, doesn't it?"
"It does!" you cried out, wrapping your quivering legs around Severus's waist. You let out soft whimpers and moans, almost feeling lightheaded with lust as Severus continued to buck into you.
"Your pretty clit's all swollen," Severus cooed as he rubbed it quicker. It throbbed against his thumb, pulsing with overstimulation. You bit your lip, fighting to keep it down in order to avoid waking up the entire castle.
"Let me hear you," Severus said gruffly, snapping his hips so hard that his desk began to shake.
You shook your head. Severus abruptly stopped thrusting and you whined, squirming your hips around.
"Come on, sweetheart. I said, let me hear you," Severus repeated, continuing to rub your clit. Your walls fluttered around his cock and you moaned quietly; he was definitely doing that on purpose.
"Good girl." Severus resumed thrusting, drawing more lewd sounds from you. You clutched onto him, begging him to go faster.
"Faster? Fuck, you're so needy," Severus said, thrusting faster just like you had begged him to. You raked your fingers down his cloak, which he still wore, sliding the thick fabric between your fingers.
You could feel yourself growing closer to orgasm, your body shaking with each powerful thrust. Severus moaned above you, his face flushed red from his exertion. You grabbed his face in your hands, whimpering to him, "I'm gonna come soon."
Severus sloppily kissed you, his tongue circling yours. He held you tight as he moaned back, "Let go for me, princess. You've been so good for me."
You embraced him, releasing a broken moan as your orgasm reached its peak. Severus never stopped rubbing your clit as you came, drawing intense waves of pleasure from you. You shook beneath him, gasping for air as he continued to fuck you.
Severus let out a loud moan of your name as he came, filling you to the brim. He stayed still for a few moments, keeping you stuffed full of his warm seed. You were still squeezing him, milking him dry of every last drop.
"I'd say that was the best birthday I've ever had," Severus laughed quietly, stroking your face. You smiled, pressing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'm glad it was," you said, "although you gave me most of the pleasure. I feel like it should've been me giving it to you, since it's your birthday."
Severus carefully pulled out, rubbing the head of his cock on your overstimulated clit. You whined and he chuckled, helping you sit up and cleaning himself and you up with a simple spell.
"I was receiving pleasure," he assured you, picking you up bridal style. You hooked your arms around the back of his neck, smiling up at him. "Your pussy feels like magic."
"Sev," you murmured, blushing in embarrassment at his words. Severus simply smiled down at you and pecked your forehead, carrying you to his adjacent private chambers.
There, he got you comfortable in bed and gently massaged your muscles, especially the ones in your legs. They were still shaking a little from your two orgasms.
"Thank you again for the cake," Severus said as he ran his large hands up and down your legs. "It was very tasty, but not as tasty as you."
You grinned and shyly hid your face in your pillow, giggling when Severus pressed kisses to your legs. How an amazing birthday it truly was for Severus.
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Heyyyy!
Are you doing preference lists? Or idk what’s the name for those lol
So I was thinking about what nicknames would the clones give to the reader?
I love your fics and I hope u have a wonderful 2024!
Nicknames
Pairings: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader, Alpha-17 x Reader, Crosshair x Reader, Clone Commando Sev x Reader
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A/N: So I think you're asking for headcanons (at least I hope that's what you're asking for or else I'm answering this all wrong, lol). Since you didn't give a list of which clones you wanted, I'm going to just pick a few. Sev's feels a little awkward, honestly, but I'm still kinda happy with it.
ARC Trooper Fives x Reader - Mesh'la
The first time the unfamiliar word slipped from Fives lips when he was speaking to you, you didn't think anything of it. Fives uses basic and mando'a interchangeably at times, and while frustrating, Fives doesn't have a problem translating for you when you ask.
This time, however, this time when you asked what the unfamiliar word meant (the word falling clumsily from your tongue as you tried to mimic the way he said it) he dropped his datapad and wouldn't look you in the eye.
"Fives?" You ask, "Is it...is it bad? The thing you called me?"
"No!" He blurts his eyes suddenly wide, "No. It's...it's a good thing. It...uh..." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "It means beautiful."
You stare up at him, startled, and then you smile fondly, "You think I'm beautiful?" You ask.
He laughs and favors you with a smile, "How could I not?" He reaches out and lightly brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek, "My mesh'la."
Commander Fox x Reader - Angel
Commander Fox is such a hard worker, always in his office, even on days when he's supposed to be resting. Even when his brothers beg him to take a day off.
He works so hard, in fact, that the first time he calls you Angel you're pretty sure it's because he forgot your actual name. You don't mind. Well, you're a little hurt, you've been working with his for months now and him forgetting your name is like a punch to the gut, but you've always been a bit of a pushover when it comes to Fox.
And then he keeps calling you Angel.
Day after day. Multiple times in a singular conversation.
And you finally have to say something.
He smiles at you, soft and warm and so very fond, "I know what your name is." Fox says as he leans over you and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, "I call you Angel, because that's what you are. My Angel. My whole reason for showing up everyday. My whole reason for fighting in this war. Does it bother you?"
And you find, suddenly, that you don't mind the nickname at all.
Alpha-17 x Reader - Little Love
Working alongside Alpha-17 has always been easy. Sure, it leads to long days and even longer nights, where you bicker and bump heads about everything, but you respect the hell out of Alpha-17, and you know (hope) that he respects you too.
Which is why the sudden nickname startles you so badly.
"I...beg your pardon?" You ask, your eyes wide as you look up at the much larger man.
Alpha rests his chin on the palm of his hands, and watches you with an exhausted smile, "I asked," He repeats, his voice a low rumble, "if you would hand me the datapad on your left," a lazy smirk crosses his face, "Little Love."
"Since when do you call me-?"
He shoots you a thoughtful look, "Since today, I suppose. Is that okay?"
You duck your head, and release a quiet laugh, "Yeah, I think it's a great nickname. Though it's not really true..."
He leans across the table, his gaze serious as he looks you in the eye, "Then lets make it true. You and me."
And, really, how can you say no to that.
Crosshair x Reader - Sweetheart, Kitten
Crosshair is an asshole. He's always been an asshole, he'll likely always be an asshole. At least he's honest about his assholery, you suppose.
Still, you could do without him calling you sweetheart like it's an insult. It's supposed to be a petname! Not an insult!
You know better than to pick arguments with Crosshair. You do! Months of traveling with him have proven that arguing with his is an exercise in futility. But you just can't help it. He's finally pushed you to the edge.
So here you arm, your arms folded over your chest, having a raging shouting match with Crosshair.
...well, you're shouting at him, he's just goading you and making you angrier. And still, still, he's calling you sweetheart! Like...like some villain from a gangster movie.
Fed up with his bullshit, you go to push past him, wanting to remove yourself from the situation before you say, or do, something foolish, but Crosshair moves, and pins you against the wall before you even realize what's happening.
You bite your tongue to stop the flood of curses you want to spit at him, and he smirks at you, "Aww, Kitten. Where'd your claws go?"
And all of the fight drains from your body as your face burns. You were wrong, Kitten is a much worse nickname than Sweetheart.
Clone Commando Sev x Reader - Sarad
For such a hard and rough around the edge man, Sev is surprisingly tender with you. Always the first person to offer you a compliment (even when you look/feel gross and just want to shower and curl up on the couch) and always so very gentle with you, as though terrified that he might hurt you if he's not careful.
And so his nickname for you isn't the least bit surprising.
Sarad. Flower.
At the time you laughed, "Because I'm small and frail?" You teased him, even as you leaned against his solid body and accepted his gentle affection.
"Because you're beautiful. And perfect, just like a flower." Sev corrected, as he brushed his thumb against your cheek, as gently as one would brush their fingers against a flower petal.
And just like that, you fell deeper into love with your stern and hard, and somehow oh so sweet man.
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