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When you told her you didn't need any help riding her strap but then she sees your legs begin to falter
Smug little shit. I love her so much 😫
Evening and oh yeah. Me is using this intuitive ask to redeem my writing drive, was in the middle of outlining a story-like thing bout this but I think I forgot how to do that if not in the free jotting style :/ but here goes the first idea I thought of~
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ּ It was a blatant 'no' from the moment you sat in your little ominous way on the couch next to her as she took her boots off, the whole idea of being ridden, having no control over the stimulation was always something for the other party to experience. Not Sev. But for fear of you being serious about not letting her touch you ever again, she shrugged in begrudged approval.
ּ And now there's nothing you regret more than spending all dusk making a promise you're dying to keep, mourning the loss of the confidence that flushed out of you since the toy's tip popped in reminding you of just how severe the fuzziness her cock induces is.
ּ Sevika felt more at ease with this role swap at about the ten minute mark, your head gave in to gravity too soon lolling like crazy, ankles tossed slackly around quivering nonstop. You look a mess from any point in the room, overexerting to keep your word— literally fighting yourself on top of her.
ּ And Sevika with a ringside seat groovily watching you take your fourth break, every time your hands slammed on her defined abdomen in bleak defeat brought her to a cheerful smug. Even while dozy, you wouldn’t come to grips with how hopeless this whole thing was, you were doing nothing but solidifying the way this ends— with her holding sway over how the bed rocks. And Sevika thinks that’s adorable.
ּ This rascal could single-handedly end your suffering and turn this whole thing around, but she wouldn’t have it yet, to hell with climax if it meant that you’d cry out your feeble apology of surrender in her chest all sorry and cute. Or pass out from holding your breath doing a good job for a while until it rips out of your chest a fifth time, six if your moronic stubbornness is that much more keen.
ּ The strap is fully in and hasn’t stopped vibrating since you took it to the harness, it swore to drive you down when you sat upright so consistently that you’ve grown suspicious of foul play going on from her side. Sev just cannot wait to observe your last tumbling down, forcing her eyes pried open and hands squeezed on your paralyzed shins only lightly, ready to catch when you flake out.
ּ “Ughffuuck… can’t..”,,
ּ Except that white flag was raised sooner than she thought. You relieve the numbing weight on your legs and lay down on Sevika’s body, her chuckles reduce to a traveling buzz shaking your cheek through fervid skin. She sits up, hand on your back while you’re clawing on her like a hapless kitten.
ּ “Knew you needed help, brazen girl.",,
#she doesn't want you to pass out cuz she's unfeeling btw#it's just sadism and the 'I told you so' in her#don't know why they're always mean from me#❥ thehollowartist#ask#sevika#arcane sevika#sevika arcane#sevika imagine#sevika x you#sevika x reader#sevika smut#meatywrites
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Just Another Day
I said i wouldnt hurt you
I said i wouldnt cry
But with all this on my mind
My final thoughts are suicide
My mind feels likes its in a maze
Tryna get out this mental craze
Maybe it all just is a phase
But im slowly counting my days
I don't belong but where do i go?
Day by day i just go with the flow
The only thing i want to do is grow
Out of this prison that i call my home
You always say that you have faith in me
Im trapped in a box, but where is the key?
Ive been losing focus, i really cant see
Im lost in the ocean drowing in the sea
Sometimes i just wanna go and climb a tree
With a rope around my neck and just let it be
Look down at the ground and scream "lord please help me!"
Before i jump off and set myself free
Sometimes i dont know which way's right or left
One thing thats always on my mind is fucking death
When i see people i hold in my breath
Before i break and tell them im depressed
#sad#crying#getting better#words#meaning#beginner#art#emotions#deep thoughts#meatywriter#original#blotchedpoems#just a thought#im okay
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Imagine, if you will, wifey comes home late one night after a clearly long and stressful day. After she's eaten, you offer to go straight to bed with her. After all, she's clearly "too tired for anything else wink wink," and she just looks at you like this
Sleep will have to wait
Ah, I love your prompt-like asks that come in with suggestive pictures of bubu Sevy(I perceive them as prompts because I cannot keep my exploding ideas in for the life of me). Sorry if this is all over the place I'm just tackling writing again after a while.
ּ You'd never see it coming too! But on a somber note, after work for wify Sevika must be a mental mess. Given the treacherous nature of the job grounds, her endurance is often tossed in deep water, together with time. One coming home way after dark only promised another, then dinner’s overdue, routines, catch-ups. Between not wanting to come off ornery, and upholding the border keeping life in and out of the house apart, when the want to storm at the walls with her fists looms closer to enact each one of those nights. Sevika goes dead static, and all for you she..
She tries. Perhaps too hard. Puts on her best act...laying it on a bit thick.
Lands at your doorstep like a mourning dove perching in its roost, carried home by the wind. Consciously prudent, she disrobes from her cloak, loosens her shoelaces for just enough relief to make it to the table. What would come out of her this evening was far too unnatural to miss. A poise, too mighty; footsteps, featherly; and typical nocturnal table talk, outweighed by silence.
Sevika is tired. But holds out an easy front, lest her person sees through.
Signs of life ebbed off her face since you parted from the warm welcome, as did yours when subtle wrist joints cracking wavered your ears and concern snowballed the tip of your tongue.
Only you silently fall in with the mood. The last thing she wants is a wind of worry flickering your innate verve that never goes out, or to be broached on the day's burdens.
Then all’s in blue undertones as you bid your turning-in regime. Hushed hours pass dimming any hope of today, brightening that of tomorrow’s.
Until...........
Sevika's scoff tickles your spirit, stopping you in your tracks and jerking your face back halfway through the bedroom door. Something blended with the dinner or laced in the cups may explain the mystery behind her sudden show of elatedness, but not the mocking smug over the hair clip you only just hooked to the back of your head.
“....oh….”
Telling eyes suggest a different proposition from any plans to retire for the night, and the familiar beginning of an impending disaster waves in..
ּ *riffling through the nearest book I found and stopping at a random page* according to the gospel: Sevika absolutely uses sex as stress relief(you agree-you know you do).
ּ Instead of entertaining the thought of putting someone’s head on a spear as a hard day’s resolve, why not feed her soaring sex drive? Demands the same backbreaking, challenges her controlling emotions till they strip off, that way waking up with a fresh head and no regrets of rash bloodshed is guaranteed.
ּ Note that Sevika wouldn't think to pass on the weight of her day to you—albeit in sexual bliss—if you didn't make those faces. You put no effort into hiding anything(anymore), the back clasping with the legs you do in great relish which Sev denies it ever being why her cheeks turn rosy.
ּ You'd melt into the sheets under her, and Sevika sighs in solace at that.
ּ She'll recount the day's 'fuckery’, just as you hoped, but don’t be alarmed when the brain buzz resonates for a day or three more.
ּ Your pussy will be hurting as much as her head and bones were ⌣〃ᶸ〃⌣—was my original answer to you for this hehehehehehe.
#❥ thehollowartist#ask#arcane sevika#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika fanfic#sevika imagine#sevika smut#sevika x reader#sevika x you#meatywrites
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ּ Dirty Sevika ּ 1,028
ּ It’s silly, so silly. Specially for someone like her, but she still feels it— more like detests it. The envy and jealousy of dead objects. The sheets, pillows, hell even your briefs. She hated them all.
ּ They always took more than her, took more of you. Although it is her fault, your body only ends up releasing so much in response to her antics.
ּ Wether she had her lips sewed onto your cunt hounding that spot just right, or is fucking you in that deep you so love and had a fountain of release gushing out of you. It did not matter, she wanted it all for herself.
ּ She claims every drop of fluid your body churns out like game coins, She’s the only player but it doesn’t help her bizarre fascination. If only she had a mouth big enough, you better hope she’d savor your sweat and tears too.
ּ This woman would eat you.
ּ Overstimulation is her specialty, it was a chance to see just how much slick she can catch before the floor does. Every miss would rewind the whole night over, ’Punishing’ you for her own deeds.
ּ You’re not complaining though, seeing her cuss and stomp the wooden tiles with last fights rage is quite amusing. She knows it’s a soulless thing, right?
ּ A step into the bedroom and suddenly shame has vanished, door locks behind then you’ve never met a person so goddamn dirty.
ּ “Imma eat you dry, princess” ,,
ּ Props you seated on the edge of the bed, kneels down on the floor then slides your panties off. Always loosens it up with a long gentle kiss, then pounces the next second.
ּ This feverish wild excitement elicits from the idea that her mouth is directly connected to your pussy, there’s no place for the juices to escape.
ּ She starts by a marathon sucking of your wet hole, your hands bolt on her hair as soon as you feel the whole area trapped in her jaws. Soon she decides your cunt is not delivering a satisfying amount of release, that’s when the tongue rolls in.
ּ It goes deep, the further in she dives the more lost she becomes in you. Doesn’t feel the pull on her hair or your pathetic jerks from the number of orgasms she’s sucking out of you, fully immersed in the taste and sloppiness of it all.
ּ You’re already drowsy here.
ּ But dare you try and close your legs on her? Unless you want to see beaming red on your thighs you won’t, her grip on them never fails to keep her in control. Only moves on when you beg her to.
ּ “Sev,, enough,,”, “baby,, want the strap now, plea,,“ ,,
ּ And just the way you do it, with all the pauses and half words, the sound of you breaking apart makes her go ape.
ּ Finishing off with one loud suck then crawling on top of you, ridding herself and you of those clothes while watching endearingly the sleep you’re trying so hard to resist on your face. Cute, but she won’t let your eyes close yet. Nope.
ּ She’s still thirsty.
ּ Almost pops a button on her top from the thrill, she just can’t wait to put her hands on you.
ּ You’re both naked now, fucking finally. There is wetness on your cunt that she doesn’t immediately snap up, but goodness knows that it’s all her saliva. Shit so frikking hot, she thinks as she buckles the toy on.
ּ Fuck the clothes, they can tear from the hurry, but the strap must be worn properly. A mid-fucking displacement and she might just go on a rampage, she nearly did last time.
ּ The dildo is against your pussy, she pushes the tip inside first and she’s struck by how big it is compared to your hole once again. Fuck. It will go in easily and she knows, but just to be safe she slides it in carefully anyway.
ּ Sticky noises of your release and the tiny bubbles it creates as she pushes in combined with the vulnerable little voices and expressions you make fucks with her hard, you’d sometimes catch her drooling over it.
ּ She loves to play and rub your clit while pounding into you, slides her fingers on the liquid flowing out and smears it all over her abs. You lose your mind over it, just the sight of her six pack glossed with you makes you weak.
ּ Like a dirty love confession.
ּ Eyes fixed on you, whichever position it may be. Watching, waiting for your climax to get more. And just as you’re cumming, she instantly pulls out and goes down to eat your cunt instead.
ּ “Come on, baby”, “give it to me, sweetheart”,,
ּ You twitch as you finish in her mouth, her hot tongue lingers deep and lips so big they easily close in around your hole.
ּ She drinks it, guzzles every last drop of your cum down her throat. it takes you a moment to calm down from your high, then you’d glance at the mess and she’d still be there chasing after your bodys wonders. Shortly after she faces the fact that you’re done— your hand on her head nudging her back.
ּ “Vika, there’s no more,,” ,,
ּ Like a helpless puppy, or a wackadoo, she finally pulls back and opens her eyes to you with a slight pout. At this point, she is soaked in your release. Looks so so dirty.
ּ Her hair mingled with slick bending into all kinds of shapes on her forehead, eyelashes dipped to the roots. The rest of her face gleaming and sparkling, oh she’s very comfortable like this.
ּ She would love to spend the entire night puffing against your cunt and watching the jumble on her face in your spent eyes but she knows when to calm it, gradually recollects her breath then goes back up and envelopes you with tender aftercare.
“C’mere” , “you always do so well for me, baby” ,,
ּ You don’t fully understand it, her obsession with whatever your body releases, but it’s somewhat flattering. Mostly comical, to be able to observe the major character difference in Sevika between the streets and the sheets.
ּ Baby she jus looves your bussy.
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ּ 🌈🌈HAPPY FUCKING PRIDE MONTH TO YOU 🌈🌈 - I needed to say it for the first time on a kinda lengthy piece and this was it!
ּ Jottings are mainly a brief idea on Sevs character or personality, or a trait/habit she has, not like blurbs or longer fics. They'll take me less time to write because of the lack of a real plot and thorough dialogue which makes them all the more fun and smooth, been wanting to make em since starting this blog! plus Drunken is taking a lot of time outa me (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
#nastyyyy#(¬‿¬)#arcane sevika#sevika arcane#sevika#sevika imagine#sevika fanfic#sevika smut#sevika x reader#sevika x you#lesbian#lesbian brainrot#wlw#wlw smut#happy pride 🌈#dirty!sevika#meatywrites
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LISTEN LISTEN okokokok this isn't a request I just- HRBXJDHCJD I need to get this out omg
So we know that in the Arcane universe there are nonhuman species. Imagine Sev's girl being a cat hybrid. IMAGINE BEING SEV'S CUTE LITTLE KITTY GF
Imagine her wanting to see if you're really like a cat, testing with laser pointers, string, catnip, etc etc and can either go one of two ways. Either you're confused asf cause "Sevika I'm not a house cat" (she'd believe that's a lie). Or, it can go her way, and you can chase the toys and treat catnip like crack.
The way Sevika's hands wouldn't leave your body. One, because she loves you to death and two, cause she loves to feel your soft fur. Lightly plays with your ears and smiles when they twitch. Gives teasing little tugs at your tail when she's feeling rather playful. And let's not forget how she'd be more than happy to help you every 2-3 weeks, wink wink.
OK SORRY I JUST NEEDED TO GET THAT OUT I'm literally obsessed with Sevika, she's my favorite scary lady. Anyway thanks for reading, hope you have a wonderful day/night, and may we pledge to Sevika with our hands over our hearts and our pussies
And out it goes~ think your excitement electrocuted me and rightfully so. These are interesting and have the feels of a chitchat which I'll willingly prolong and dump some thoughts.
A hybrid girl stretching about leisurely on Sevika's lap is an image too vivid to call new (?) A pairing of can't-shake familiarity that just looks right. Pointy ears, nails and, at your hindmost, a flexible, fluffy tail. Gently swishing when relaxed, taps restlessly disgruntled and LOUD-ly.
Cat hybrids. A spirited critter that holds themselves to standards high though at times unpredictable—gracious, but with many feats of hunting and leading their prey astray that, if to be domesticated and cared for, waters down to a unique provocative nature.
I imagine her fascinated, eyeballing, as though a phenomenon otherworldly, your pupils narrow in suspense, or when your tail bends 's' -> 'z' to and fro as she playfully runs her index from your forehead to your nose. Boop!
Shape, cast. Qualities, possessed. So one can't help but wonder and, with Sevika's unending itch to get practical, run some tests. She approaches carrying to her chest shoelaces and a glowy fluorescent laser pointer, 'plucked from work'. You'd cross arms, bashfully ridicule her theory in its silliness—"Sevika I'm not a house cat!"—but then lark, jump, slide, chase, etc., at whatever she throws or waves; although curiosity bests Sev in a way, it also is a deep-rooted instinct found in cats.
As for catnip with girlfriend Sevika, she would occupy a small space in the same room, only for you to then occupy her—violent rolling in her lap, where she holds(steals*) the container up high serving as dangling carrots for your sloppy kisses, licking, biting around the neck, fingers, and even her hair(did you chew on it thinking it's catnip while delirious? Sevika says yes, tauntingly). Regardless of the botched trim and smeared slobber, she'll be the sole recipient of it all. Besides, someone has to tuck you in bed when you tap out from eating the herb to your heart's content. Regret of the day before is certain to permeate in your wake. Cue Sevika throwing proud smugs at you randomly throughout the next day, fingers skim over the marks as to highlight them when you so much as look her way, just to cause further fluster. You might even call this animal cruelty hehehehe. Sorry.
Absolutely endorsing par. 4, like she'd settle for just staring, baby will stroke an embrace over every strand to tuft on those ears and tail of yours. Pretty dusks and coral painted windows were a scene especially enjoyed indoors where, on a carpet's corner, lay your bodies slumped atop one another. One filing their claws, other interchanging her own to a different sharp-edged and back. Somewhere in an aimless banter, Sev's flesh hand lays hold on your tail, as it normally flails freely in the air. Twirls it around her arm over and over, plays fake mustache by horizontally spreading it under her nose, recoils to an embryo after biting it—she loves it when your sclera sheens, but dreads what it means, wisely so. Just ask the local wicked pets dealers, whose runaways found mucking up the yard never come back.
Maybe she uses the tail's outset to maneuver and reposition your back however she wants and........maybe you sweep your tail over her back. Like ever so many splinters caught on her skin, bare and humid, she begins to lurch. Now you gleefully reveal your canines, exploding in laughter after a short restraint, having mistakenly just given her every incentive she needed to scratch another itch she has been eager to since its earliest daydream—rhymes with pond edge but using only. Your. Tail.
I have to thank you for bringing the hybrids(and other manners of creatures) to my attention, almost forgot what immeasurable uniqueness they bring to the show if not for this. Wonderful day/night to you too ^^
#yes I again come to you with a new hc format#ask#�� anon#sevika#hybrid!reader#arcane sevika#sevika arcane#sevika imagine#sevika x you#sevika x reader#sevika smut#sevika fanfic#wlw#meatywrites
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ּ Evening walks with Sevika
ּ TAGS ּ fluff ּ soft Sevika from readers perspective
ּ WC ּ 775
ּ SYNOPSIS ּ just how I'd imagine Sevika would be at the idea of night strolls.
She didn’t support the idea at first, disapproved of it entirely in fact, but with your persistent yammering she eventually gave into your plight. But only after a few not-so-pure deals, you didn’t like the fact that it took that much but far be it for you to question Sevika’s judgement by now. When it’s about her girl, she spills her whole heart open and thinks a thousand times the decisions that affect you. You’ve seen it, felt it.
It’s a habit you’ve been practicing since you were young and while it holds a special place in your heart, there’s no denying its dangers. A woman taking a walk at night, alone, she would never allow the street rats to exploit that idea. Instead, she comes with you.
You couldn’t believe it, not that you expected her to send you out there by yourself but the fact that you’ll be spending your favorite leisure time with the love of your life. you could’ve never anticipated the character difference- softness that would undertake her in just a few short months, and oh did it make you grow keenly uxorious.
Can your love for her possibly grow this profound each day?
You never doubted her boundless devotion to you, not once, but this togetherness unbolted a new side of her. It transformed your narrative, the care and tenderness with which she appeases you is no longer clear as mud as it was before. From the curt and reserved person she was to the delightful soul that would speak her every little thought out loud, no matter how silly it came out, she doesn’t reword the jumble that would build up in her head all day into a single sentence anymore. And you loved it.
Although of course it wasn’t always like this, the memories of when she would haul you to a random dark alley commanding her part of the quid pro quo every single turn still make you giggle. Quickly, she grew into it. The blabbering of the both of you would only get louder and crazier, her jokes were many and they’d make you roar of laughter all night that you’d often forget the way home; you’ve grown so susceptible to her authority to the point of letting her do the thinking for you when she’s present. That, she madly took pride in.
Words cannot describe the fulfillment Sevika feels when you come back to her for anything at all, when she gets a chance to display that you were hers; she loved the idea of being responsible over her girl.
Be it in the dinginess of your frail body under her vastly casted shadow, or outside the comfort of your home. She would lock your hand in hers the moment you were in the eyes of people, or better yet, wrap an arm around your waist any chance she gets. Your navel area is secluded only for her, she loves to slide under your clothes and bury her warm palm there, feeling the heat of your body or rubbing in circles whenever you’re feeling off. You’d never catch yourself walking too close to a group of people, she would always switch sides with you when passing them by, or even just a cold gust of wind. The most precious treasures haven’t seen this much security, her every embrace on you is a question promoted further; do you deserve this much nurturing?
You didn’t want her to stroll with you if she didn’t enjoy it too, but you stopped worrying since the first time you walked by an empty alley without being taken in it. She didn’t forget, not possible, but the amusement you saw in her eyes while attempting to make another crafty joke told you just how taken in she was in this routinely activity. Maybe even more than you.
The perilous streets of the Undercity frightened you no more, not because of whose arm you clenched amid your hands when you stepped in them, but of how exceedingly familiar the roads became. There isn’t a hole in the city you two didn’t venture through, she took you everywhere she knew which to you seemed like the whole town. And alas, the number of times you’d say ‘no’ whenever she spots a food stand. Like an anxious mother, she insists that you are hungry at death’s door no matter how many plates of dinner she feeds you prior.
But you love it, love her. The weight of that word is ponderous on your tongue and yet it could never do the justice of describing the boatload of feelings in your heart,, for her,,
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#sevika arcane#sevika x you#sevika imagine#arcane sevika#sevika x reader#sevika#soft!sevika#love crazed I am#for a woman that wouldn't even look my way#meatywrites
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Still Hurt After Losing You
I wanted to destroy everything that reminded me of you
But then i looked up at the sky and remembered i cant destroy the moon
I like the thought that we can look up at the sky and somehow be connected
Except Its sad you let me go, not something i expected
I guess im crazy maybe delusional for thinking it would last
Got no one else too blame but myself since i took things too fast
I wish i could just take back time and somehow keep us together
But then i see you're doing fine so without me you're better
Maybe it was the way i am or how i tend to act
Sorry if i ever let you down, its just love i lack
You're the first thing on my mind and the last thing i'd want to lose
You left a scar in my heart, it isnt just a bruise
Im not okay there's times i still even see you in my dreams
Guess you're just someone i cant forget cuz thats the way it seems
Why is it that im just so hung up, i wish i could move on
Maybe its just how bad im hurt, it feels like you did me wrong
And i guess you had every right never wanted to hold you down
But sucks i wanted to give you everything, even a fucking crown
What hurts the most is that i really loved your smile
And thats just one thing i havent seen in a while
And everytime i think of it i breakdown on the tile
I'd do anything for you, i'd even sail the nile
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