Sevika x Petite! FemReader (Headcanons)
Warnings: Pretty NSFW near the end, size difference kink(?)
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💕 She’s obviously, unquestionably a top. Sevika would even further embrace her assertive side when it comes to you. She enjoys being the more dominant person in a relationship, of course.
💕 This would result in her carrying you around as she pleases. And in many ways, too: fire-fighter (over the shoulder), bridal, on her shoulders, front-facing/straddled, and more.
💕 Your small size also causes her to be a little... protective. If you’re in a serious, committed relationship, she’ll probably object to you exploring The Fissures, especially by yourself.
💕 While it’ll take a while before your relationship reaches this level of intimacy, she’ll constantly showers you with affection. Cuddles, head-pats, kisses (short and sweet or long and intense), hugs, hand-holding, and more are all staples of acts that you recieve daily from her.
💕 In further detail, Sevika will constantly exhibit these forms of physical affection, especially when you’re in a safe space (i. e. your home, her home, a home belonging to both of you).
💕 You’ll be trying to work and she’ll just scoop you up to litter kisses all over your face. Even if it interferes with what you’re working on, she’ll persevere. In fact, she’ll be even more invested in doing so if you begin to pout about it.
NSFW from here!
💗 While Sevika likes to act as if she’s tough-as-nails, she’s secretly a big softie; you being the perpetrator of really bringing out that side of her. In steamier situations, she’s especially gentle and caring by default due to your petite frame. But if you’d prefer, she can be very rough.
💗 One of her favorite non-explicit aspects of smexy times with you is holding you-- holding you down, holding you in place, holding you in her arms-- I could go on. She’ll grip onto the sides of your torso, tour hips, you thighs, your ankles, or your upper back as you arch yourself into the mattress or toss your head back in ecstasy.
💗 Another thing she loves to do to you in order to display her strength is to toss you into bed. She’s always gentle, but it’s certainly a thrill.
💗 She finds it so arousing when your little body is being conquered by her. It’s enough for her to complete nearly from that alone.
Thanks for reading 👍 Have a wonderful day !!
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why do you find sevika so interesting? :)
cracks knuckles. let's take a deep dive.
sevika is my second most adored character in arcane. yes she's bad-ass but that isn't it alone. she's loyal. she's loyal at the risk of it all, and i simply adore her for it. her love for zaun runs bright through her blood, and if you just watch her, it inspires, truly. she went up against vander because she thought that his love for his kids was so skewing his judgement. the kids went free, but the rest of them would suffer. that is why she left to follow silco. because she thought he really had the momentum to really bring change to zaun.
i think, that on some level, she and vi blame each other what everything that went down. vi blames sevika for betraying vander, and sevika blames vi for the softness in vander, just like she blames jinx for clouding silco's judgment. but even in silco's tenderness towards jinx, she does not betray him, because she still believes he has the ability to change the undercity.
her loyalty is fueled by hope. a tender hope for a better tomorrow for herself and her city. to some extent i believe that sevika's devotion to silco was nothing short of religious. he was her icon, the physical embodiment of her faith. so if he had a plan, she'd accomplish it, no matter what had to be done to do so. and that's why i find her so interesting. making a choice to chose a brighter future even if her hands are bloodied in the present.
and then, i've already spoken multiple times about how she choses people who never choose there in the end. there's a loneliness to that, and she's always been on the rougher end of things. it's a life i don't think she wants for anyone else (e.g. she gives silco advice about jinx even though she had a failed relationship with her father). she's a woman of many paradoxes, but then again, i think that's what makes her so great. anyways, bottom line. i love her.
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only a bit shy
sevika x fem!reader
tw: 18+ MDNI, no label on relationship, reader is described to have female anatomy and be physically smaller than Sevika, smut, Sevika is sort of a mean!dom, top Sevika, bottom reader
a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. Please overlook any grammar/spelling mistakes, I’ll come back and edit later.
There needs to be a study done on why your confidence sky rocks when you’re out in public. Might it be the music, the crowd, the atmosphere, you don’t know. It’s all fun and games up until you have to reap what you sow.
Sevika blows smoke in your face, taking enjoyment in how your face scrunches from the smell. She knows you hate smoking and you know she doesn’t care.
“Sev,” you wave at the smoke, “do that in another direction.”
“What, it’s never bothered you before.”
“Well usually you aren’t this bitchy about it. This was your fifth time.”
She leans her elbow on the table and points to a couple off in the corner that are very obviously in their own world.
“I think you need half of that.”
You furrow your eyebrows, looking back to her.
“Romance?”
“No. Ignorance.”
You groan at her smug look. It was often she used strangers for entertainment.
“You’ve always been uptight, but you’re like what, 24 now?
“My birthday was last month, Sev, I’m 25.”
She huffs, “even worse.”
You ignored her comment, unintentionally continuing to look back at the couple Sevika pointed out earlier.
“They probably have some sort of exhibition kink if they’re making out like that out in public.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“I’m not shaming them. They’re free to do so,” she says gruffly.
You wish to ignore her by watching the bold couple yet again. Sevika picks up her drink, holding it up to her mouths.
“I have the same freedom to do the same with you,” she says into her glass.
You choke, “what?”
She motions around you. At her movement, people’s eyes shifted away from you two.
“Not one person here could interject. It’d be a free show.”
You grimace, “you’re gross.”
“Okay,” she remarks, “then what doesn’t gross you out?”
You shift in your seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing such a topic in public. To think that people like the couple are so comfortable doing it in public shocks you to your core.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything outside of the basics. I don’t know what I would like.”
She goes quiet. The only sound between the two of you being her exhaling smoke. When the couple begins to strip clothing, you look away, cheeks reddening.
“You’re something,” she huffs, “I don’t know how you’ve gotten through a full night. You seem like the type to tuck your tail between your legs the second it starts to get heated.”
You face her completely, “absolutely not.”
“We both know how much of a liar you are.”
“Then do it.”
Your heart jumps at what you’ve told her. You pushed down reality, dismissing the depth of your words to just be plain sass talk. There’s no way it would actually, actually lead to anything.
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You were caved against the wall, barely able to breathe before she was kissing you again. She reached under your thighs and lifted you with an ease that made you ache.
She found your bedroom, laying you down atop of your bed. When she strips her shirt, you break eye contact almost instantly.
“Eyes on me or we stop.”
You bring your eyes back to her, but only having after fidgeting with your necklace. It’s the only thing grounding you as she quite literally strips naked. Her hands come to rest on your knees, practically engulfing them.
“Thought you said you absolutely got past this part with confidence?”
“Maybe if you were better I’d—“ you cut yourself off with a surprised sound when she pulls you onto your back. Your legs dangle off the bed, your core pressed against her waist.
“You liked that didn’t you?”
She holds your thighs, leaning her body over yours to kiss you into the mattress. Your sound gets muffled against her lips, hands wrapping around her shoulders.
She runs a hand down your thigh, her thumb hooking under your pants. You give her a shallow nod and she promptly peels the fabrics off you.
“All I’ve done is kiss you and you’re already wet.”
You want to hide, hands messing with her hair to distract from the shame creeping inside you. She drags a few fingers through your folds before circling your clit. You bit at your bicep in an attempt to drown your moan.
“Don’t,” she brings your arms over your head, holding them with a single hand.
She presses a finger into you and you can’t help the way you shutter, pressing your face into the bedding beside you.
“You’re so fucking tight,” she says right before going ahead and adding another.
“Sev—“ you pant, “wait.”
She angles her fingers up, thumb pressing on your clit. You shut your eyes, back arching to press yourself further onto her fingers.
“Such a slut,” she murmurs.
She doesn’t wait, a third finger pressing its way into you. You struggle against her hand holding you down.
“It’s too much,” you babble, “don’t—“
“You really want me to stop?”
You breath a quick no, taking a few extra second to form a coherent sentence.
“I just want to touch you.”
Your wrists burn, bruises already beginning to appear when she releases them. She removes her fingers from inside you as well. She coos at your whine. Her body almost completely detaches itself from you. You sit up in curiosity and the sight again had you avoiding eye contact.
Sevika sits beside you, grabbing your hips and helping you to startle her thighs. She kisses you, your teeth clashing.
“This okay,” she asks to which you responded with a nod. She lines her strap with your entrance and pulls your hips down until it begins to make you wince.
“Can’t even fit the whole thing. What were your partners before this doing?”
You circle your hips to try to fit it all before she gets a bit impatient and fits the rest with a thrust of her hips. You scratch at her bicep, breath caught in your lungs.
“You can take it, you have before.”
“No,” you whine, “—can’t you just—.”
“If you want to be a pillow princess you shouldn’t have gotten into bed with me.”
She leans back, hands resting on the bedding instead of where you want them to.
“Please, I’ll do anything. I need you so bad.”
“So useless. Have to do everything.”
Your eyes pick with tears from relief or embarrassment or both. She flips you back to your original position and thrust into you roughly. Small moans leave you with every thrust.
“Fucking whore, made for nothing but this.”
The tears build, eventually spilling over. At this point your mind is nothing but her. The way she’s breathing, the way she’s snapping her hips into yours, the way she’s egging you on. It’s too good.
“Oh!—’m close,” you whimper.
The force of her hips pushing into yours, her finger on your clit brings you over the edge with her name on your lips.
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