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Sevika x Fem!Reader - Scream, Just For Me, Sugar

Summary: Sevika is the infamous murderer known by ‘Ghostface’. The whole ‘serial killer’ thing is a soaring red flag in itself, but with the way she fucks you, the way she cares for you, well…let’s just say you’re wilfully colourblind. [explicit]

(Oh, and Happy Halloween, my lovelies!)

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, Sevika is a serial killer so that's a wee bit fucked up, and the consensual recording of a sex tape.

Word count: 5335

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The whistle of the kettle is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your erratic pulse.

Almost.

It’s a deafening thump, thump, thump that seems to irregulate itself every few beats, tormentingly prominent. Your blood runs like ice, your skin prickled by a sweat so cold that you envy the boiling water inside the appliance.

Your once sleepy town is now riddled with anxious insomnia, kept standing by a ceaseless stream of adrenaline, intensifying with every homicide report. So many murders. Multiple culprits. Nobody is safe.

At least you’re fortunate enough to be safe from one of the killers. ‘Ghostface’ is what they call her: the masked monster who cuts and guts her victims, stamping their corpses with a polaroid capturing their dying breaths. Psychotic. Cruel. Unpredictable.

You, on the other hand, call her Sevika. The love of your life.

It’s not that you’re oblivious to her nightly atrocities. Rather, you’ve elected to not give a shit. Ever since you first met the woman, when she bought you a drink at a dive bar and taught you to play poker in a dingy booth with a strong arm around you, you’ve been infatuated. She oozes suavity, sex, and a protectiveness over you that makes you feel all warm inside. You’re safe with her, and she knows how to take care of her woman. So you look past the barbaric crimes. It’s easier that way.

Morally, sure, your decision to turn a blind eye to her ways is horrendous. Sometimes it upsets you. But Sevika kisses away the tears, holds you close and tells you that you’re perfect. Her angel, incapable of doing any wrong. And it only feels right to believe her.

Presently, however, she isn’t here to keep you safe. Impenetrable darkness blankets the sky, leaving you vulnerable to the bloody fruits of the night.

With a shaky sigh, you reach for the kettle, fighting off a tremble as you lift the spout to your mug. Your unoccupied hand buries itself in the sleeve of your jumper – hers, to be specific, but it brings you the illusion of comfort. Desperately trying not to hone your senses in on your pounding heart, your eyes focus on the water streaming from the kettle.

Two loud raps sound against the back door of your house. A silent scream leaves you, the kettle falling from your grip. Frantically, your hand flies to your mouth. It stifles your shriek as your phone begins to ring from the counter.

Tears prick your eyes as you stumble towards the ringing. Your quivering hand moves to check the caller ID.

Sev ♡

Without thinking, you accept the call, bringing the device to your lips to whisper into the microphone.

“I’m outside. Open up, baby,” resounds her voice through the speaker, deep and inviting as always.

Instantaneous relief floods your system. It’s just her.

The frozen blood in your veins thaws as you hang up, shakily making your way to the back door. Breathing deeply, calming yourself, you sequentially unfasten the numerous locks bolted to the door. Even though they only lock from the inside, you still replace them every year, just in case.

The door swings open, unveiling the caller.

Sevika leans against the back porch with a perfected nonchalance. Her height and broadness obscures most of the porch light, faintly silhouetting her formidable frame. She isn’t wearing the cloak she kills in, only an old pair of jeans and a wifebeater, and the shadow she casts would have to work overtime to conceal the rippling contours of her muscle. Her arms, delightfully bulky with strength, are littered with small visible scars, her left arm especially while decorated shoulder-to-wrist with clockwork tattoos. Dark crimson stains her forearms – her torso, too, forcing her tank to cling to the sculpted flesh beneath. The bedevilled mask after which her title was earned, a black hood with a now-bloodied white, ghoulish face contorted into a scream, still shrouds her handsome face.

Even though she’s currently working two extremely sodden leather gloves off her hands, and you can’t see the smirk inevitably residing beneath her guise, she’s a work of art. A forbidden sculpture, as captivating as she is fear-inspiring.

One look at her, and all the past hours of anxiety melt from your veins.

“Did I scare you?” Sevika lilts bemusedly, faintly muffled by the mask, pushing up from her languid stance. She invites herself into your home, stuffing her filthy gloves into her jean pocket. The delightfully strong hands underneath are pristinely clean, to keep forensics guessing, of course, but she likes to keep her hands tidy just for you.

A rattled breath escapes you as she closes the door behind. “Everyone’s scared right now, Sev,” you shake your head. “Halloween is only a few days away, and the bodies will pile up like they always do. Plus, you never told me you were coming. You have to expect the worst these days,” you frown, gesturing to the kitchen knife you keep out for emergencies. She sharpened it herself, coupled with a promise that you’ll never have to use it with her to protect you.

Beneath the mask, she snorts. “Takes a new kind of stupid to go around killing on Halloween,” Sevika chuckles. “Cops are on high-alert, you got parents and kids walking about knocking on doors—”

“Does that ever stop anyone in this town?” you sigh. A chill overcomes you as you dwell on the thought. Shuddering, you rub your arms through your sweater.

“It stops me.” A sympathetic smile is audible in her voice, even if you can’t see it. “So I’ll be right by your side if anyone tries something, and you know they’d take one look at me and run for the hills, sweetheart,” she reassures you. The tone is a medicinal honey for your ears, soothing all your fears in a matter of seconds.

Gently, your lips quirk into a small smile. “Will you tell me when you’re gonna get here, instead of just showing up unexpectedly like today?” you ask, taking a step forward.

Sevika matches your stride, closing the gap between you. She towers over you, a viper poised to intimidate its dinner, a pitiful little mouse.

Both of you find it exhilarating.

A psychological gravity wills you backwards until the edge of the counter meets the small of your back. The display of submission doesn’t go amiss. She elicits a pleased hum, closing in on you, musing, “I thought you expected me tonight, honey.”

Confused, you quirk your brow. “Oh?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the pictures you sent me a few hours ago,” she light-heartedly tuts.

Oh, those pictures.

The thick, perturbed night air had wiped the slate of your mind clean. You had forgotten all about the fact that underneath Sevika’s old jumper, you’re donning a pink, lacy matching set that you bought earlier this afternoon, knowing full well she adores you in anything dichotomous to her rough nature. With the intention of riling your girlfriend up, just enough to make the night unforgettable, you snapped a couple of pictures without the jumper…

Images that she saw, she opened, before leaving you on read.

Recalling this frustrating detail, you pout.

Sevika observes this, reaching to toy with the hem of your jumper. “What’s the matter?” she purrs, ghosting her fingers over the tops of your thighs. “You mad at me, or somethin’?”

She’s teasing you, knowing full well you couldn’t resent her if you tried. Besides, there’s no hope in trying when her fingers are so warm, despite the autumnal chill she walked god-knows how long in to reach your house.

Pout faltering in part, you hook your fingers through the belt-loops of her jeans, beckoning her dangerously close. “You didn’t text me back when I sent you those pictures,” you mumble, looking up into the abyssal black sockets of her mask’s eyes.

She sucks in a breath; with her expression obscured, you can’t determine whether it’s one of titillation or mocking pity. With her, they typically coincide. “Oh, baby,” she drawls, her other hand reaching to caress your cheek. “You know I would have. I was a little preoccupied, that’s all.”

Your eyes flicker to her left wrist, mesmerised briefly by the whisps of black ink painting a machine of cogs and gears all the way to her shoulder. The carefully administered art is jarringly tainted by splashes and sprays of dried blood.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about them,” she continues, trailing her fingers down your neck, drinking in the way you shiver at the gentle touch. “You were so distracting, I got a little messier than intended. That poor sucker had no idea what a treat I had waiting for me,” she mutters, her implications somehow disturbing yet positively nectareous. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

“Hmm… Boots off first,” you smile, kissing her clavicle where it’s exposed.

Unlacing your fingers from her belt loops, you spin on your heel and embark on a path upstairs, leaving Sevika to remove her filthy footwear. She kneels down and begins to work at them, but the freakish face of her mask is tilted towards you. “You’re gonna make me chase you, huh, sweetness?”

Giggling lightly, you look over your shoulder. “I thought you were into that?”

Rather than awaiting her response, you elect to disappear behind a door frame, excitedly making your way up the stairs. When you reach the bedroom, you discard your jumper, roughly inspecting it for any smears of blood under the glow of the lamplight before deciding that it can wait until tomorrow morning. You toss it carelessly somewhere behind you, far more focused on giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror.

Sevika could care less about what you wore in her presence, but whenever you make a special effort for her, she thanks you in full. An artistic streak lives in her, and she can’t help but want to see you dolled-up in every delicate fabric, every colour, in every light. Her passion for photography knows two flavours: malevolence by her knife and knuckles, and sensuality by you, her seraphic muse, her Aphrodite.

Absent in the morsel of vanity you allow yourself, you fail to register Sevika’s shadow lingering by the door frame. “Ain’t that a sight,” she marvels.

Your attention shifts to the door, where Sevika shamelessly lets her eyes roam over the curves of your body; you don’t need her to remove the mask to feel the weight of her lustful, wandering gaze.

She stalks over to you. Despite having met her almost a year ago, butterflies still emerge when she closes in on you like this: unhurried, yet with ravenous intent; a lion cornering a gazelle.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs as you gravitate towards her, muffled under the mask. A cloudy warmth floods your skin at the sincerity in her tone.

In an unnecessary – but swoon-worthy – display of unwavering strength, Sevika bends down and lifts you into her arms by your thighs. Your legs wrap around her waist as your hands cup her neck, thumb grazing over the flexing tendons underneath her skin, while she carries you over to the bed. You’re eye-to-eye with a blood-soaked Mr Hyde, yet safe in the embrace of Dr Jekyll.

Brutal as she may be, Sevika lowers you onto your bed with nothing but care, aligning your head with the plumpest pillow she can see. She hovers over you, parting your legs gently with her knee, working it snugly against your clothed heat, admiring the way your mouth parts breathlessly at her touch.

Your hands explore her, eagerly ushering her closer until your chests are flush against one another. She’s wonderfully warm; the intimacy of the proximity is enough to offset the strange feeling of her wifebeater, damp with blood, pressed against you. You deeply inhale her scent, looking past the remnants of gore, focusing on the spiced jasmine of the soap she likes. Caged between her body and the mattress, you’re home.

The need to feel her lips against yours is an incandescent flame, her knee between your legs only serving as fuel for the fire. Ordinarily, you would savour the firmness of her arms and back, ghosting your nails over the muscle in the way that deliciously tests her patience, but at the present you want nothing more than to rid her of that damn mask. You reach for the black fabric of the hood, tilting your head to pre-emptively align your lips.

Alas before you can pull it off, a hand clasps around your wrist. A whimper escapes you, a pang of desperation striking your heart. “Kiss,” you mumble half-intelligibly, pouting at the denial.

Sevika chuckles darkly, revelling in the despairing look in your eyes. God knows she could never refuse you completely. But there’s something inexplicably delightful about making you ache for her, having you succumb to the depths of depravity, especially with the remnants of a kill fresh on her mind and body. A slither of Ghostface has to surface on occasion – she can’t have you getting too spoilt.

“Patience.”

As delicately as it’s spoken, the word is a command. A whimpered plea might alter her decision, maybe with a few frustrated tears; you know that rendering yourself to such a pathetic state historically garnered the sweetest outcomes. The quietest “amber” would have her ripping the mask off without question, banishing any thought she had of continuing this little trial of obedience.

Obedience, however, always comes with rewards. The promise of over-indulgence is left unspoken. Thus you suppress your visceral urge to give into the craving, relaxing back into the pillow.

“That’s my good girl,” Sevika coos, running her thumb over your bottom lip. It quivers at the pet name as your heart swells with emotion. No euphoria compares to being her good girl. There isn’t a higher praise she could offer you. Being hers, Sevika appreciating your submission and discipline…the world could collapse and it wouldn’t dampen your adoring pride.

“Let me make you feel good,” she murmurs, nudging your legs further apart with her knee.

Bracing herself with a thick, veiny forearm by your head, she lets her hand inch its way down your body. Sevika takes her time, grazing her thumb over your nipple through the lace of your bra. You shiver under her warm touch, a welcomed contrast to the crisp night air.

Her touch lightens as she drifts her fingers over your abdomen – not light enough to tickle, but enough to evoke a reflexive twitch. Your stomach flutters with anticipation, heat emanating from between your thighs as her fingers inch towards where you need her most.

“Don’t tease me, ‘Vika,” you blurt out, thoughts a wanton, foggy mess.

As her calloused fingertips slip beneath your underwear, torturously close to the crest of your desire, she pledges, “I wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.”

In tandem, as the heat radiating from Sevika’s fingers coalesces with your aching arousal, you both suck in a short, shallow breath. Not even your bout of bone-chilling fear from earlier was enough to offset the product of hours of yearning leading up to this moment. And, while a clearer-thinking version of yourself would protest, the sight of her all roughed-up and covered in the aftermath of bloodlust only intensifies those feelings. It’s only natural; anyone blessed enough to have had a taste of what she can do to a woman, just with a couple of fingers and a few buttery-sweet words, would find themselves craving seconds and thirds.

Beneath the pantomimic veil, you can picture the arrogant smirk on her face clear as crystal. She reserves every right to be cocky when she has you conditioned to practically drip at her whim.

Calculating, she presses against your heat, rubbing slow circles over your quim until it’s thoroughly coated in your slick. It’s a dizzying sensation: the pleasure is faint enough to leave you wanting, and she seldom allows her fingertips to brush against your clit, but when she does, it’s electric.

“Do you want me inside?” she asks with prurience. With a shallow breath, you nod, gently rocking your hips into her touch. “Words,” she demands softly.

“Please,” you whimper, praying to some indulgent deity that it would suffice. You pull her as close as you can manage, a hand slipping under her tank to roam the powerful muscles of her back. Nothing compares to feeling her raw strength.

Hasteless, she sinks a thick finger into your heat. You bite your lip, feeling yourself clench around each knuckle as she buries herself to the hilt. Humming contentedly, she gives a couple of slow, experimental thrusts, musing to herself, “I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”

A breathy sigh escapes you as her finger ghosts over something devilishly sweet inside of you. It awakens something. Opting to poke the bear, judgement overridden by need, you ask, “Even while you were—” She works a second finger into you, delivering a delightful fullness. “—‘out’?”

Amusement rumbles through her chest; your hand flattens against her sturdy back, bracing yourself for her response. “I didn’t take you for a deviant, sweetness,” Sevika laughs, beautifully sinister. You whine as she curls her fingers, her thumb sweeping over your clit. She thrusts again, deeper, sights aimed down at the spot that will have you writhing underneath her. Her anatomical knowledge extends well beyond arteries and veins – you’ve learned that much over the months.

“Is that a – oh – no?” you choke on a moan as she caresses that spot within. She doesn’t stop, undulating her fingers deliberately while you lose your ability to think, melting into the bedding.

“You wanna know the truth?” she husks, taking her time with her heavenly affliction.

Lost in sensation, you nod, the gesture cut short when concurrently with her blissful ministrations, she begins to rub circles against your clit with her thumb. Your head lolls back with a ragged mewl.

Sevika feeds her ego with your ruination. “The truth is, I woke up wanting to fuck you into the mattress,” she groans, her wave-like rhythm inside of you bleeding into something slightly rougher, something you didn’t know you needed until it sends shockwaves through your core. “I had a whole plan going. I was gonna go home and shower after dealing with my little ‘problem’, strap up just for you, bring a bottle of that wine I know you like. But then,” she growls, accentuated by a rather mean thrust, “You just had to send me those pretty little pictures. And that bastard couldn’t bleed out fast enough.”

The hiss she relinquishes as your nails sink into the thick muscle of her back was almost enough to send you into orbit. “I must have stabbed him forty times before he finally stopped breathing. I even asked him to speed it up. Explained I had a meal waiting for me back home, and I intended to eat good tonight,” she chuckles with cruelty.

“Fuck, Sev,” you moan, indescribably turned on by her tale. It’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong, but knowing you have that effect on her feels right. You’re meant to be together.

“You’re squeezing me, baby,” she drawls, effortlessly maintaining her pace through the added force. “You don’t care what I am, do you? Not when I make you feel this good.”

Relentlessly, she rips mewl after mewl from your throat. You’re drowning in the lewd sound of your wetness muddied with the upper palm of her hand slapping against your heat with every deep thrust. Clawing at her back, you pant, incapable of thought beyond Sevika.

Overwhelmed, you bury your face in her shoulder, whining against her salt-licked skin, “Just like that. Just like that. ‘m gonna come, Sev—”

“Come for me, sugar,” she grunts.

The world grinds to a halt as you fall over the precipice with a sweet, hoarse cry. Relief rocks through you with intensity, all the tension leaving your body in a violent shudder. Sevika slows down, rolling her hips alongside more tender thrusts to prolong your ecstasy, murmuring, “That’s it. Always so good for me.”

As the stars disappear from your vision, a hazy bliss washes over you. Sevika is still nestled inside of you, and you feel her fingers twitch with an eagerness to pummel you to peak all over again, but she stills as she watches you succumb to that foggy afterglow.

In a brief moment of clarity, you glance up at her. Right now, all you want is to see her face. Her face, not the visage of a blood-spattered ghoul.

Shakily, you reach up and tug off the mask by the fabric of its hood.

Sevika, while her lips are quirked with unadulterated arrogance, stares down at you with a softness in her gaze you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. Her dark hair is tousled and struggling to stay in its style, and a splash of crimson stains her neck, yet she remains the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on.

Maybe the tentativeness in her steel eyes is extra prominent because this is the first time you have given yourself to every part of her. For possibly the first time, she realises you love her for who she is, even if it isn’t right, even if it’s depraved, immoral, criminal.

You think, as a smile finds its way onto your lips, that you’re overdue for a kiss.

Tossing the mask to the side, you crane your neck off the pillow and seal the gap between your lips. They’re smooth, warm and taste faintly of the plain, unbranded chapstick she swears by, and after what feels like an eternity, they’re on yours at last. Sighing, Sevika leans down further so you don’t have to exert yourself, resting her weight on you to deepen the kiss. Every languid, intimate glide of her lips against you makes your heart flutter.

All too soon she breaks away, panting softly. “Mind if I take my shirt off?” she rasps. “It’s starting to dry.”

Laughing softly, you roll your eyes. “Yes, severely,” you tease. “Keep wearing your crunchy tank top.”

Sevika sits upright, carefully withdrawing her fingers from your warmth, groaning, “Let’s keep ‘crunchy’ out of the bedroom, shall we?” She smiles at the giggle you let out.

The giggle is swiftly cut short as she pulls the tank off her body, leaving her bare from the waist up – wearing a bra gives her one more thing to clean blood off of, so she rarely wears them. Muscle ripples through her rich brown skin, a testament to her formidable strength. Years of hard work is chiselled into her flesh. If that isn’t enough to make a woman drool, your eyes shamelessly drift to her chest, zeroing in on her dark areolas. You follow her body down, past the enticing swell of her chest, following the faint happy-trail down to the line of her belt.

You almost regret sending Sevika those pictures, otherwise, according to her, she would be packing.

She doesn’t need to ask if you like what you see, although her ego does persuade her to do so on occasion. She knows she’s a sculptor’s dream.

Equally as greedily, Sevika indulges in the sight of you sprawled out beneath her, a monolithic demon of lust towering above you. Absentmindedly she licks her fingers clean of your spend, smirking as you tremble at the sight.

Just like that, an ache begins to well in your core all over again.

Hungry for another slice of euphoria, you hook your thumbs underneath the band of your panties, pushing them down from your hips. Sevika helps you, and if you’re hungry, she’s positively voracious; you hear the distant snap of elastic as she rids your legs of them.

Frowning, you give her a vaguely disappointed look. “I bought those today,” you pout.

Sevika attempts to soften the blow with a kiss to your ankle. “Please, they were already ruined. Your bra has blood on it anyway. I’ll replace them,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes, discarding the underwear.

The former comment brings warmth to your cheeks. Rudimentary as it is, she always takes pride in how your body responds to her leading up to the deed, and the state of you afterwards.

With your legs either side of her, Sevika lowers herself back on top of you, bracing herself on the headboard as she leans down for another kiss. The buckle of her belt is cold as ice against your navel, evoking a shiver from you as you arch up to meet her halfway. This time, there are no illusions of romance as her lips move against yours, only burning passion and an insatiable appetite. Softly, you moan against her, silently willing for her to take the reins.

Hushed against your lips, she murmurs an offer you doubt you could ever bring yourself to refuse: “More?”

Your body begs for it. “I’m yours.”

Fervently, Sevika trails wolfish kisses down your neck, the imprints of her lips warm in her wake. She laves her tongue across your nipple over the lace of your bra, the warmth and sensitivity rendering you breathless. But she is as desperate for a taste of you as you are to satiate her, so she continues her path south until her face settles between your spread thighs.

Sevika wastes no time in easing them over her broad shoulders. Her breath is tantalising, fanning over your nerves in an evil fashion as she admires how you glisten for her, craving a reckoning only her mouth could ever bring.

With an iron grip on your thighs and a ravenous growl, she closes her lips around your heat, devouring the remnants of your orgasm with a swipe of her tongue.

The sound that escapes you is unintelligible, bleeding into an even sharper mewl as Sevika moves to lazily suck on your clit. Pleasure spikes your veins, a rapturous injection of white light that makes you forget your own name.

She takes her time, staring at your panting chest and twitching stomach, watching as you surrender yourself to a delightful madness under her control. You’re perfect in this moment to her: oblivious to anything other than the pleasure she eagerly delivers you, incapable of anything but garbled moans of her name and senseless, impulsive pleas. Delirious. Utterly delirious.

So she stops.

Despairing, you whimper while she grins, hips bucking into the air with the hope of finding relief. Your clit throbs, begging for the return of her lips and tongue.

“Sevika, please,” you sob. You hold your breath as she appears to descend once again, met only with the betrayal of a chaste kiss to your inner thigh. Frustrated tears prick your eyes.

“You look like an angel right now,” she hums sadistically. “So used to getting what you want that you shut down when you’re denied it.”

The gnawing in your core spirals with each passing second her lips are detached from your slick heat. A scientist testing a hypothesis, Sevika analyses your face as it contorts into a display of pitiful desperation. She purrs as your hole clenches around nothing, essence dripping.

“This is torture, ain’t it, sweet thing?” she laughs fiendishly. “That needy little pussy is crying for me.”

The weight of her gaze borders on humiliating. The denial is agony. Those crystalline tears threaten to spill.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t make a habit of this,” she coos, a mocking undertone laced in her whisky-smooth voice. “You’re always so good for me. It wouldn’t be fair, now, would it?” God, you’re aching with such ferocity it makes you want to claw off your skin. Delicate pleas tumble from your lips. “Even though you look a damn treat,” she adds lowly, confirmed she’s playing out a long-lived fantasy from the depths of her mind.

As your hips rock against nothing but the warmth of her breath, Sevika removes a hand from your thigh – she only needs one to keep you pinned to the mattress – and withdraws her phone from her jean pocket. “You know, we haven’t added to our little portfolio in a while, honey. What do you say?” she husks.

That portfolio. Your dirty little secret. Sevika can work a camera lens as masterfully as she can work her fingers and tongue, if the gory polaroids of her victims in the newspaper was proof of anything. She had a penchant for immortalising your rapture-ridden body in the forms of picture and film. A not-so-guilty pleasure of hers, for her eyes only.

Sevika made it clear on your first ‘set’ together that your face would never appear in frame, not once. If you told her to stop recording, she’d stop. She’d snap her phone in two if you asked, or displayed the first sign of regret. And if anyone managed to pry their way into her phone and find your hidden tapes, she promised to gouge out their eyes with her bare hands, saw off their tongue, break every bone in their damn body—

Oh, god, her lips are on your thigh, her unoccupied hand applying a pressure to your pelvis that shouldn’t feel as fucking good as it does. You breathe out a pitchy whine, feeling yourself drip onto the bedding.

Sevika smirks knowingly. “You’re so pretty like this… One little video, and I’ve got this image forever. You can go back to being my spoilt little princess, just like you want.” The marionette strings are within her grasp. She knows just what to say to make an offer irresistible.

Breathlessly, you nod, praying for the bittersweet torture to end. “Whatever you want, Sev. I need you, please,” you whimper, weakly reaching for the hand just above your mons.

“You can say no, sweetheart,” she reassures softly. Nefarious as she is, she wouldn’t want anything but your enthusiastic consent.

A question eats away at your heart. Morally dubious, but plaguing in its intrigue. An answer would cement your agreeance to her proposal. “Do you watch them back after you film me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

She chuckles briefly, sinisterly, as if replaying a delightful scene in her mind. “Stakeouts can get real lonely. Sometimes I need a reminder of what’s waiting for me,” she confesses without a modicum of shame.

The notion of your lover camping out of sight, only half paying attention to her prey in favour of watching you shake and unravel in one of your homemade videos, just to tide her over until she can get her next dose of you... Your mind blanks, briefly forgetting about the ache between your thighs in dire need of soothing. That’s a new level of transgression you couldn’t prepare yourself for.

“I want to,” you blurt out without further pondering.

“That’s my girl,” she grins. Sevika pushes up, unlocking her phone, reaching for a pillow to support it by your side. A clothed knee finds purchase between your legs; to destroy your mind further or to gently appease the ache, you’ll never know. Using the front-facing camera, she positions her phone so that your body from the chest down is in shot.

Satisfied with the angle, she gently taps the red record button, biting her lip at the anticipative rising and falling of your chest, nipples pebbled with arousal through your bra. “Beautiful,” she mutters under her breath, pressing a hot kiss to your sternum on her descent towards your core.

“Don’t you worry about the sound not picking up, sugar,” she grins, folding your thighs in on yourself for easier access to your cunt. Her thumbs spread you apart for her, out of shot, but her eyes are the most important recipient to the way you shudder at the rough handling. Without warning, she spits on your pussy, ripping a gasp from your lips, one that swiftly bleeds into a mewl as she runs her tongue along your folds.

Her eyes meet yours, glinting wickedly.

“I’m gonna make you fucking scream.”

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a-gal-with-taste · 2 years

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On The Clock (Kinktober Day 12)

“And you’re not worried about your own position if we’re caught?” And Sevika just grins.

588 WC | Sevika X F!Reader

Frottage/Grinding, established relationship, implied public, teasing

“Straightforward enough, don’t you think?” The way it’s phrased, so nonchalantly, has your mouth gaping wider than it had previously before, but Sevika remains unaffected at your expression. Unimpressed, really… and despite the time you’ve known her, worked alongside her, you have a keen idea that she’s never been impressed by much of anything.

“... Y-yeah. Timing’s a bit odd though, don’t you think?”

“Bitchin’ out on me?” She tilts her head, and despite the mocking words, there’s more mirth in her grey eyes than humor. “That’s a first.”

“So’s this-”

“You can say no, or yes. It’s not that complicated, sweetheart,” Shrugging her metal shoulder, the Hand of Zaun leans back with all the nonchalant-nature of a woman without a care in the world. Though, pointedly, she has one leg propped up on a crate, and the bended-knee really flexes out the ironlike muscles there, honed from years of determination, and unfairness of life in general here in the Undercity.

And - damn her to an even deeper hell - but the sight nearly has you salivating.

“... What if he-”

“Clothes on. Doubt he’d fire you for sitting down.”

Gods, that was the most minimalistic way she could put this. “And you’re not worried about your own position if we’re caught?” And Sevika just grins, a low, harsh chuckle sounding from the back of your throat that makes your hair rise at the very vibrations of such a deep laugh, even if it’s clearly at the expense of your rather-stupid remark.

You quickly forget about the laugh quickly though, and focus on other, more inviting aspects of the most terrifying woman of Zaun… especially when she literally pats her thigh, indeed in invitation.

How rude would it be, to say no?

Straddling her thigh is no issue, even without her help as she casually flicks out a lighter cigarette already between lips that curl just-so at the edges, curling more smugly when you shift experimentally. “Don’t be shy now,” She says, again in that low-tone voice you know so well, and still makes you shiver so well. “Might come back any moment. Better get to work.”

Thing was, you were at work. Guard-detail, while annoying, was very much proving to have its perks.

Privacy, for starters, which was sorely lacking in the ever-bustling bar, but here in the outer-docks, you almost forget about the world entirely when you make that first, pointed and very-well directed rocking motion against her leg… the seams of your jeans, hitting just right with the added friction…

And then the bitch has to go and bounce her leg. Only once, enough to make you reach out, grab the hard-leather of her vest to avoid falling over and leveling a glare far-closer than you would’ve offered previously. It falters, quickly, with a fluttering of your eyes in time with another pointed jump of her leg, pressing more harshly into the apex of your legs, at the same time as a cloud of low-grey smoke blows in your face.

It’s cool. Even as you feel as if you're already beginning to burn-up inside, as your hips jerk forward to meet the next grind against you - and Gods, you can already feel the wetness you’re building up, dampening both of your damn pants…

“There you go. Put the work in… we’re on the clock, y’know.”

You’re well aware. But gripping her vest, leverage to raise yourself to grind back down on her leg in earnest, you know that’s not the only reason for your eagerness, and quickening pace.

#sevika #sevika x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #mdni #18+#arcane #arcane fic #arcane sevika #sevika fic #sevika x female reader

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alpaca-clouds · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 01: Sweet Princess Mine

I am trying to do my Kinktober this year with a mixture of different ships and fandoms.

I start with Arcane, Melvika and the prompt Feather.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #arcane #melvika #mel medarda #sevika #sevika x mel #wlw #smut

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thehoundwrites · 2 years

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Special event: Kinktober

Character list: Ask to be tagged

Rules

Must be 18+ to request a character

One character per prompt, one prompt per day

Must be characters I have written for/ or write for

Must be different characters for all 31 days

Fem and afab readers only at the moment

Must follow my blog rules as well

1) Hatesex - Homelander (The boys)

2) Mommy Kink - Grayson (Arcane)

3) Cockwarming - Junker Queen (overwatch)

4) Dacryphilia (crying) - Mother Miranda (The Village)

5) Choking / Breathplay - Ellie (tlou)

6) Mutual masturbation - Sevika (arcane)

7) Facefucking / Skull Fucking - King Valkyrie

8) Spanking / Impact play - Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

9) Public Sex - Ambessa Medarda (Arcane)

10) Breeding - Illaoi (league)

11) Somnophilia - Cassandra Kiramann (arcane)

12) Knife play / Branding - Reneta Glasc (LoL)

13) Three or more some - Sevika and Ran (Arcane)

14) Mirror sex - Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

15) Drunk sex - Ymir (Attack on Titan)

16) Double penetration - Aloy (Horizon)

17) Corruption / Virgin - Regalla (HFW)

18) Breast / Nipple play - Sir Brienne (GoT)

19) Face sitting / Eating out - Ran (Arcane)

20) Petplay - Ambessa medarda (Arcane)

21) Clothing kink - Miss Peregrine (reader rides thigh)

22) Lingerie - Natasha Romanoff (marvel)

23) Bondage - Morticia Addams (Addams family)

24) Begging - Lin Beifong (Lin begs)

25) Cumplay - Kuvira (LoK)

26) Anal Sex - Vi (arcane)

27) Car sex - Sevika (arcane)

29) Tentacles - Lady Domutrescu (The Village)

30) Werewolves / A.b.o - Junker Queen (Overwatch)

31) Vampire / Blood kink - Wanda (Scarlett witch)

#kinktober #sevika #homelander #arcane #aot

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medic-simp · 4 months

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Welcome! This is my New and Improved Masterlist!! In this post is all of my content. AO3 links included.

This masterlist will always be updated when I make new content posts, so keep an eye out! If any of the links are not working please let me know :]

⚠️A lot of my stuff has been for Kinktober and Year of the OTP so go to those links to find majority of my stuff!!!! ⚠️

Requests OPEN!! 🔞MDNI🔞

🟢= SFW 🟠= Mild NSFW 🔴= NSFW 🟣= Crack

Multi-Chapter Stories

Smokey Waters

Not Gone

Just Go To Sleep

Kinktober Series 🎃🍆

Kinktober 2023

Year of the OTP ❤️

Year of the OTP 2023

Headcanons

AO3 Link

Silco Headcanons

Silco Headcanons PT2

Silco Headcanons PT3

Dad!Silco Headcanons

NSFW Silco Headcanons

NSFW Subby!Silco Headcanons

Silco and Sevika Ask Game Headcanons

Silco's food habits

Oneshots and Shorts

Silco x Reader

Just One More || Tumblr || AO3

Different || Tumblr || AO3

No Hands || Tumblr || AO3

Perspective || Tumblr || AO3

Reparations || Tumblr || AO3

All Yours || Tumblr || AO3

Average || Tumblr || AO3

Rules || Tumblr || AO3

Like You Still Love Me || Tumblr || AO3

Silco x OC (Discontinued)

Goddess || Tumblr || AO3

Lovely Agony || Tumblr || AO3

Chilly Nights || Tumblr || AO3

Challenge || Tumblr || AO3

Teardrops || Tumblr || AO3

Draw a Bath || Tumblr || AO3

Not Until I Say... || Tumblr || AO3

Warm Up || Tumblr || AO3

Just a Fraction || Tumblr || AO3

Strip || Tumblr || AO3

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#medic-simp #lilith writes #masterlist

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pathetic-sapphic · 6 months

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subsev subsev subsev subsev!!!!

I'm Yours, I'm In Love

Kinktober Day 31: Bondage + Blindfold

Sub!Sevika x Dom! Fem!Reader

Never in your life have you felt more powerful than when seeing Zaun's scary lady squirming under your touch. You've been teasing her long enough but you know that she can handle more. You can feel your heart skip a beat as you take in the beautiful image before you; Sevika, lying down on the bed with her arms tied to the bedframe above her, legs roped in a frogtie, and a dark purple blindfold obscuring her sight.

You circle the bed as you let your hands wander, over her trembling abs and up to her heaving chest. You let your fingers graze against her hardened nipples, smirking when Sevika lets out an impatient grunt. She's practically shaking with how hard she's trying to maintain her self-control, having never had much patience when it came to things such as bedroom activities.

You slowly lower your head so your mouth is directly next to her ear, chuckling when she startles as your breath hits the side of her face. ''Having fun, baby?'' You ask sadistically, thumbing her lower lip as you await for her response. Seeing the way she's struggling to keep her thoughts in order and putting them into words is so cute, it ignites a fire in your stomach.

''I... shit.'' Sevika huffs out, her mind hazy with the way you've been teasing her for the past hour. You press a sweet kiss against her cheek, giggling, ''Aw, it's okay, baby. I know you're a bit of a mess right now. I'll take care of you, don't you worry.'' You coo, admiring the lipstick stain your kiss left on her cheek.

Sevika grumbles at your teasing, but quickly goes silent when she hears you rummaging through the drawers. Unknown to her, you come back with a small, remote-controlled bullet vibrator. You tape it gently against Sevika's clit before pulling up a chair next to the bed.

You turn the vibrator on, only to the lowest setting, at least for now. Getting comfortable in the chair, you smirk to yourself as you get ready to watch your girlfriend struggle against her restraints and the onslaughts of pleasure she'll be submitted to for the next hour or so.

No matter how much of a brute Sevika can be, it's clear to the both of you who actually holds the reigns in this relationship. But Sevika also knows you'll always take care of her, she's your good girl after all.

song i listened to while writing: bossa nova x west coast (mashup) by nvbr

a/n: and that's a wrap for my first ever kinktober! thank you everyone for your support, i hope you've enjoyed reading my work :D have a lovely halloween <3

#arcane #arcane x reader #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #arcane kinktober #sub sevika #sevika x female reader

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Sharing is Caring, or Something Like It

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader x Finn

Tags: nsfw, smut, threesome, free use, blowjobs, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, strap-on, lots of degradation, praise, double penetration

Word count: 2.5k

Kinktober Day 16: Double Penetration

A/N: Not ashamed to admit I imagined this many times. Even before kinktober.

Out of all your patrons Finn was one of your favorites. He never overstayed his welcome, he always knew and told you exactly what he wanted, and when you were good he payed a lot more than needed. He was rough yes, and left you aching long after he'd leave but it was always so easy with him. You just turn your brain off and give in to him, to the things he made you feel, to the pleasure and ecstasy of it. It was easy because you knew what to expect when ever you'd see him walking through the door.

"Guess what kitten," Finn, already fully naked looked down at you while you're busy sucking his dick to full hardness, wearing nothing by lace gather belts, already dripping with anticipation, "I have a surprise for you today." That was rare, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder what it was, "We have company today?"

Your eyes widened and you made an adorable sound of surprise around his dick. Finn snickered and ran his hand through your hair. Right as you pulled up, the tip of his cock still touching your lips you heard the door open. Finn didn't bother getting up from the couch, he just looked at his quest, amused.

"If you told me you were here to whore around I would have gotten one of my own to pass the time." You recognized the voice. Sevika, Silco's right hand. You were never one of the ladies she asked for but you knew from talking to your friends that she could be just as rough and demanding as Finn. Maybe even more.

"Well I did choose Babette's for a reason." He looked down at you with a sly smile. You could feel Sevika's eyes on you too. By now you should have gotten used to the looks, but this felt a lot more intense. You almost wanted to hide somewhere. "I thought it'd be a good ice breaker. Sharing is caring you know."

"Huh?" You blinked up at him, "Sharing? Sharing me?"

"That's right kitten. I did say I had a surprise didn't I? You'll get to have both your ends fucked at the same time. If Sevika agrees that is."

"You think you can buy my loyalty with her?" You could hear the laugh and judgement in Sevika's voice, "There's no cunt or mouth good enough for that."

Finn shook his head and slowly waived his hand towards you, "You say that because you haven't tried her's yet. Just look," Finn tugs your mouth forward to his cock again, "look how easily and flawlessly she takes it." He exhales in delight when you start moving your head up and down. "Just give her a taste."

Your cunt fluttered at the words, you found yourself arching your back and presenting to her.

"See how she wants it? My little whore is already dripping with need. Don't worry you'll get a cock in there soon, no matter whose it is." Finn stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. You made sure to lick his cock thoroughly in appreciation.

"Oh what the hell. I came here to get some anyway." You heard heavy steps behind you, the unbuckling of multiple belts and Sevika's cape falling to the floor, "Let's see how you handle these first." Two thick fingers pushed inside of you without warning, "Oh that's really wet. Just from sucking cock? Doesn't take much with you does it?"

Sevika pulled her fingers out, fully slick and rubbed them up and down her strap, you could hear it getting slicker with each stroke.

"She's needy but I always take good care of her. Don't I take care of you beautiful?" You mouthed a quick yes as you pulled up and cupped his balls with one hand, feeling how heavy with cum they were. You pressed kisses up his cock, trailing the throbbing length with your other hand.

"Now she'll take care of us both." In a smooth thrust forward you felt the thick strap get inserted into your hole, Sevika's naked thighs and hips flush with your bare ass and thighs.

"Oh god. Fuck it's..." You moaned against Finn's cock, unable to stop yourself even when Sevika stood perfectly still.

"Yeah? What is it? What's her dick feel like? Use your words, I'm sure Sevika would love to hear it." Finn teased you by pushing his own dick forward, your mouth opening for it just a little, just enough for the tip. "What's the matter? Speak up slut."

"It's good! It's good, I want more. I want- mnh!"

You almost choked when Finn pulled your hair and jolted his towards your mouth, his dick once again in your mouth, even harder than before, throbbing against your tongue.

"I do aim to please." Sevika chuckled as she started pushing in and out. She was a lot like Finn in that regard, merciless and rough. With both hands, one colder then the other she angled your ass upwards more, her knees spread a little and bent at your sides, her inner thighs slapping against you, "What a good little bitch. Full and asking for more. I like people like you. People who know their place. Yours is down there and taking cock like a good slut."

"She's the best slut if I do say so myself." You hummed at the praise, "One of the best I've had around my cock in fact. It's a miracle she's not pregnant from all the cum I've shot inside her. And she always asks for more."

And you always will. As long as Finn's treating you like his favorite. As long as he smirks at you and his eyes light up with lust and need for you.

One of your hands starts making it's way between your legs, only to be stopped by Finn, "No, no. You just do as you're told. Your pleasure is ours to take understand?"

"Yes. Yes sir." You were quick to reply but Finn was even quicker to still your head and fuck his cock back into your mouth. You couldn't move, held in place on both sides and fucked hard, each of them telling you how good your holes felt.

You didn't have to think. You were there to be used by them, fucked by them, pleased by them and please them in return.

Finn came first, his balls slapping your chin faster and faster until you felt them empty down your throat, his grip on your hair keeping your still until he was finished.

"Thank you, thank you." You mumbled with a mouthful of cum as he pulled out, his cock messy with your spit and his cum. Your eyes were glassy as you looked up at him, his seed dripping down your chin. You tried to swallow it down but you couldn't from the moans still leaving your mouth at Sevika's brutal pace. "Harder, fuck me harder. How ever you want."

"Fucking hell. Slut really likes it hard huh? That cause of you?" Sevika glanced up at Finn who was still stroking his cock, spilling cum on your face.

"All my handiwork. Enjoy it."

"Oh I will. Come on whore, come for me. Let me see you come all over my dick." Sevika slapped your ass as she gave you an order. Then the other cheek just as hard, making the redness even. Your body jolted still, your orgasm rocking through you, making you collapse into Finn's lap. Since your mouth was right next to his cock you decided to clean it up a little while Sevika fucked your orgasm out of you.

When she finally stopped and pulled out your head was a complete mess. "We're not done with you yet. Are we Sevika?"

"Done?" Sevika laughed, "I'm just getting started with her. I get your mouth now slut. I wanna see how good it is."

Sevika walked to the other couch, her elbows resting on the back of it as she spread her legs proudly. You finally got a good look at her, all hard muscle and scars, a big dark red strap-on between her legs, shiny from your cum. "Come here." You started to get up when she snapped her fingers at you, "On all fours."

You opened and closed your mouth, briefly looking up at Finn who only nodded toward Sevika. Slowly, but eagerly you crawled towards the brawler.

"Good girl, doing as you're told." Sevika ran her hand through your hair when you got close enough to her. "All that cum dripping down your chin, heh you can't even focus on me properly, you keep looking at me dick. Go on then, put that mouth to work."

"Okay. Okay, whatever you say." Your eyes glazed over as you tasted yourself on the strap, while also still tasting Finn. You always enjoyed sucking him off when he was done with you. With every lick and movement of your head you spread more cum around the toy, making it easier every time.

"I think she likes you, my pet. She spread you out pretty good from the looks of it." Finn slapped his hard cock between your legs, over your clit, "From the sounds your making I think you like it too don't you."

"Ye- ah!" Sevika thrust her hips hard.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

You moaned at her chastising you, squirming under her gaze, "I'm sorry." You managed as you pulled away. You kissed the insides of her muscular thighs.

"Get up." You heard Finn say, "You're gonna take us both. In. The. Same. Hole." Your entire body shuddered from those words, "Ah you want it already don't you?"

"Bet she's done it before, haven't you?" You nodded against her thighs, "How many have you had in you? Two? Three?"

"T-Two." Sevika laughed at your confession, clearly amused at your honestly. You stood up on wobbly legs, "How do you, how do you want m- oh! Oh god!" Sevika pulled you towards herself and went right for your breast, sucking and biting your nipple. You felt Finn come up behind you, his hand on your other breast, pinching, "Please." You breathed out, your head leaning upwards.

"You sound so hot when you beg like this." He pushed his hard cock between your thighs, using them to get himself off, "But I don't think you're begging hard enough. Is she, what do you think Sevika?"

You felt her smirk against your nipple, "No. Beg more clearly. What do you want us to do to you?"

Biting your lower lip you tried to make a coherent though, to word things properly.

"I'm not hearing begging. Maybe we should stop."

Finn halted his thrusts, his hand now laying still on top of your breasts. Sevika stopped too, her chin laying between the valley of your breasts, looking up at you with an expecting, knowing smirk.

You groaned in their grasp, "Keep going." You breathed as you turned to give Finn a slow kiss, "I want you both to keep going. Fuck me. Use any hole you want to get yourself off. Do anything you want." You let out a high pitched moan when you felt Sevika's thumb press against your clit, "I'll-I'll be your good fucktoy, so please, please don't stop, fuck me more."

"Keep talking." Sevika ordered as she turned you around, kissing your lower back as she eased you into her lap and onto her cock.

You moaned as you found yourself pulled back against her chest, both her arms around your stomach to keep you still, "Right there! I need more, it's not- not enough." You let your legs fall open, giving Finn a perfect view of your pussy getting fucked by Sevika.

"I love how cockhungry you get. But of course you do. Because you're a fucking slutty whore who craves it. You need your pussyhole filled up and stretched out. And this one too." He pushed two fingers into your mouth watching you suck on them as your eyes fluttered closed. "Make room for me now, it's time to finally give you what you want. Two cocks, fucking you deep. All the while you shut up and take it like a good fucktoy should."

Your legs drag Finn closer, your breath coming out as fast as it can with Sevika still fucking your an Finn's fingers still in your mouth. You feel her slow down enough for him to push his tip inside. The added stretch is painful yes, but both Sevika and Finn keep cooing in your ear, telling you to take them.

"I know you can take us, you've been doing so well up till now." Sevika places a kiss on your shoulder, her hands guiding your hips for a better angle.

When they're both finally inside of you it takes you a minute to get used to feeling so full. You let your head lay on Sevika's shoulder while you look between your legs spread open by Finn's hands below your knees.

They both waited for you to nod. The second you did you were in sheer bliss. It took them a while to find a good pace, each seemingly wanted to fuck you deeper then the other, their rivalry now starting to come out on full display. And you were caught in the middle. Oh how wonderful it felt, getting the brunt of their passion and frustration.

"You were tight before but holy shit, you wanted this really badly huh? You can't stop squeezing my cock. Here, take it deeper, more."

You whined, your hips rolling, trying to push both their cocks in at the same time. Then Sevika's hand trailed down to tease your clit. Your hips slammed downward towards Finn, your body going limp from pleasure. You almost felt like you'd pass out, all the while both Finn and Sevika kept fucking you, making you teeter on the edge of consciousness.

Finn leaned over your body, his lips on your neck, both cold and hot at the same time as he came inside you, filling you up, "You're such dirty girl, you keep squeezing more and more from me."

Sevika's drove her hips upwards again and again, fucking the dripping cum back inside of you.

Your body doesn't stop shaking, your hips keep jerking even after they both pull out. "I think we may have worn you out. You can barely keep your eyes open." Finn's hand strokes your cheek, making your eyes feel heavier. "Go to sleep. This next part of the meeting doesn't concern you anyway."

"But you have been useful. At the very least I'm not feeling like breaking the other half of his face." Finn laughs, not taking the threat seriously, but a part of you can't help but wonder if he should. "I'll come back to you though, I hope you look forward to it."

"Both of you?" You mumble, your voice scratchy from moaning.

"Depending on how the rest of the meeting goes." Sevika kisses your neck, rubbing your sides as you begin to fade into unconsciousness.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #arcane smut #sevika x reader #sevika smut #sevika imagine #finn x reader #finn smut #finn imagine #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends x female reader #league of legends smut #league of legends imagine #league of legends fanfiction #kinktober

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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🌹 Kinktober 🌹

Give me a number and any character I write for, and on one each day of October I’ll post an imagine <3

I’ll update each one here as I go <3

All are officially taken 😋

October 1 ; Mutual Masturbation - Help me, help you

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 2 ; Face sitting/fucking - Sit and Look Pretty

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 3 ; Thigh riding - Heavy Assist

Taken By Natasha Romanoff

October 4 ; Edging - Again, Again, Again

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 5 ; Squirting

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 6 ; Sex toys - Play Along

Taken by Liv Morgan

October 7 ; Begging - Louder

Taken by Vi

October 8 ; Breath play

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 9 ; Threesome

Taken by Liv and Rhea

October 10 ; breeding kink

Taken by Sevika

October 11 ; Ice play - Frozen

Taken by Bottom!Rhea Ripley

October 12 ; Nipple play

Taken by Caitlyn

October 13 ; Biting/scratching

Taken by Jinx

October 14 ; Bondage

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 15 ; Phone sex

Taken by Becky Lynch

October 16 ; Shower sex

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 17 ; Semi public sex

Taken by Ellie Williams

October 18 ; Morning sex - Uno Reverse

Taken by bottom!Rhea Ripley

October 19 ; Dirty talk

Taken by Ellie Williams

October 20 ; Spanking

Taken by Sevika

October 21 ; Overstimulation

Taken by Natasha Romanoff

October 22 ; Rough/angry sex

Taken by Alex Chen

October 23 ; Collars

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 24 ; Piercings/tattoos - Unexpected Surprise

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 25 ; Lingerie - Pics with Chicks

Taken by Rhea Ripley

October 26 ; Massage

Taken by Dina

October 27 ; Mirror sex - Observant

Taken by Ellie Williams

October 28 ; Daddy/mommy kink - Take Care of You

Taken by Ellie Williams

October 29 ; Car sex

Taken by Ellie Williams

October 30 ; Body worshiping

Taken by Natasha Romanoff

October 31 ; Praise kink - Doing so Well

Taken by Bottom!Natasha Romanoff

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auroramoondrop · 1 year

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Day 1 of Nocumvember: First time

(Sorry for being inactive, I have writers block with a request and energy is just taken from me. Couldn't write kinktober so im writing something for November!)

Chewing on nails and bouncing leg.

My nerves were everywhere, Sevika and I have been dating for 7 months. She was an amazing lover, with a cocky attitude but loving, she was protective and treated me with so much care. I really couldn't have asked anyone else, she was perfect, but, I only wish I can be perfect for her too.

When I heard Sevika used to be a regular at the brothel, I was pretty overwhelmed, wondering with questions, 'will I be able to satisfy her?' 'is she going to the brothel in secret because I won't give it to her?'

I was just frightened, im not experienced in the slightest, and this fine, tall, beautiful, brute of a woman, has fucked for the longest damn time. Nonetheless, tonight I'll question Sevika. Every time she comes out of the shower built by Roman's talented artist, with chiseled abs, short ebony hair, a strong nose, her stature, her mechanical arm with beautiful technical work, her appearance is mouth-watering and eye-popping.

I sat on the couch "watching" a boring show. The noise doesn't deter my thoughts as I hoped, the door opening did though. Sevika walked in with a cockier attitude, and once she saw you, her grin grew and her cigar dangerously tipped over. Ashes falling off onto her boot.

"Hey, sweet thing." Shivers, her voice was deep as usual but it had more effect after your thoughts just minutes ago. I stood up and faced Sevika, I pulled her by her warm metallic hand, and she stumbled over to the couch. She plops down and looks at me in surprise. "What's the rush baby?" Sevika cocked her eyebrow at me, I feel embarrassment rush to my cheeks.

Sevika pulls me to her, she looks deep into my eyes with slight concern. Fuck I need her.

"Babe? You alright?" You slam your eyes shut and clamor.

"Sevika, I really want you to fuck me!" Her eyes went wide. It was a moment of pure lull, you start to stutter an apology but you were halted by the woman.

"I wasn't trying to make you correct yourself, I was just shocked. Are you sure you want to do this love? You have all the time in the world to decide." I shook my head profoundly. She chuckled at my antics. "Well, let's come up with safe words you can use, okay doll?"

After a couple of minutes of talking about what to do if I don't want it, she carries me to the bedroom. Sevika's gentleness made my heart flutter. She laid me on the bed and hovered over me, her hand trailing up my stomach, leaving goosebumps and flushed skin.

Her hand traces my shirt and looking deep into my eyes, her velvet voice spoke out to me.

"May I, love?" I couldn't get a real response out, only pathetic noise kin to a whimper. Sevika snickered, her cute tooth gap showing. She pulls the fabric over my head and throws it somewhere, now hungry gaze focused on my breasts.

Her large hands groped your breasts making you let out a lewd moan, her head lowers, Sevika's hot breath hitting your sensitive buds, making them harden. She drags her tongue painfully slow on your hardened buds, you can feel yourself shuddering from her wet tongue. Her calloused hand continues its assault with the other breast, the sensation becomes slightly overwhelming.

You could feel yourself getting extremely wet and particularly needy.

"Sevika...please!" Her lips pull into a tight smug, and to your dismay, she continues to torture you. You whine and squirm underneath her.

"What's got my baby all worked up? Cant, you see im busy?" Sevika holds eye contact with you with an expected look, you were perplexed until you came to the realization.

"Sevika..I need you. Please Sevika I can't stand it." She runs her finger over your flushed cheek, her voice goes an octave lower, and the heat coming from your pussy was very hot.

"I think a sweet thing like you can beg better. Beg for it sweet girl, tell me what you need me to do." You downright moan, the embarrassment catching up to you, at this point you didn't care anymore.

"Please Sevika! I fucking need you, I need you to please me, please Sevika!" Your sudden shout caused Sevika to look shocked at first, you were almost worried. But that worry was taken away when you heard a deep groan, a growl if mistaken.

"You want me to take care of you baby? Want me to make my princess feel good? I'll make sure you are treated right, you won't be able to properly walk after im done fucking you so much." Sevika's hands traveled down the valley of your breasts, your soft stomach, then to the peak of your abdomen.

She twists your black underwear, her thumb caressing the material. Such tender action made your heartbeat faster, it lasted for a few seconds before she tears the fabric off. You gasp softly, Sevika threw it to the floor.

Her hands drew up to your heat, she softly pulled your lips apart, the sweet musk and heat were visible. You held your breath, and your hands crept to her head, running your fingers in her hair you pull her towards you.

With one last sly look from her, she dipped her head between your legs, her tongue testing the waters. Sevika circled your clit with her warm tongue, you let out a soft moan, and your hands pulled her closer.

Her tongue entered your hot cunt, pushing it as far as it would go, licking at your soft walls. You let out babbles and incoherent speech, and Sevika groans in your sopping pussy. The vibration from her deep voice made you moan louder.

The feeling of the coil in your stomach, swiveling tight. Something intense to pull you into the deep of euphoria. In the pleasure of her tongue, your breath hitched when you felt a finger prob your hole. You look down into Sevika's gray orbs, the soft look on her face makes your fingers tremble.

"Can I enter, sweet babe?" Your hand holds her metallic hand that rests on your thigh. Her metal thumb caresses your soft hand. A smile forms on your lips and you nod. Sevika's thick middle finger enters you very slowly, a choked gasp comes out of your mouth.

The stinging pain was all you could feel, she went knuckle-deep and waited patiently. Sevika kissed your soft stomach, leaving lasting buttery kisses on your stretch marks. Once the pain subsided, you tap her metal hand, she looks up for your final last answer. After being convinced, she slowly beings moving.

The tip of her thick finger pressing on your g-spot, how it rubs against your walls. You kept babbling and being a moaning mess, you jolt a little when you feel a second finger enter you. The pace picked up faster, the louder your moans and whimpers became.

You yell when you feel Sevika giving attention to your clit with her tongue. You were so fucking close, tears well up in your vision, your voice scathed from yelling. You couldn't think of anything else except the ecstasy, you felt your stomach tightening again.

Like Sevika can tell, she goes even faster than you imagine. You roughly pull her hair while half-screaming, she groans loudly into you and that's when it snaps. A silent scream comes from you, vision turns white, knees locked around Sevika. The pleasure you felt was like a very light cloud, nothing can get you off this high you felt.

You come down and whine when she is still going. She slows down her movements and pulls out gently, her large organic hand tilts your chin up and she passionately kisses you. The kiss was delicate, scared to cause harm but to leave you breathless, unfortunately, she ends it by going to the bathroom.

Your eyes start to close immediately, and your energy plummeted. As slumber comes, you let out a terrible squeak when you feel a warm rag smoothly cover everything. She throws it to the side and strips into her night clothing, Sevika crawls to you and scopes you up with delicate touches.

Her warm hand brushes your hair out of your face and she places a warm kiss on your cheek.

"Go to sleep babydoll. I can tell you are tired. I'll be right here, im not going to leave you, you're safe with me." You close your eyes as Sevika whispers affirmations, her warm muscular body beneath you and her rubbing your face.

The awkward asking was totally worth it for sex in your opinion.

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