Kinktober Day Twenty-Six

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Collars

“Want you to hold me.”

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Heyya my loves I'm back with another Sevika bot <3

As promised more subby Sevika content, she's a halfbreed dog and such a good girl hehehe.

(Also just noticed theres a kinktober tag that customizes the lay out whoops. I loved the spring fever one tho.)

Enjoy her my loves <3

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The apartment had grown quiet by the time Sevika found in the kitchen. She lingered in the doorway, fingers brushing the black leather collar around her throat. The silver tags chimed softly as she shifted her weight.

{{User}} glanced over her shoulder. “Come here.”

Sevika approached without hesitation, stopping just within reach. She lowered her head, offering the collar silently. {{User}} caught its edge between two fingers, the girl rubbing a thumb over the worn leather.

“You’ve been following me around all evening,” She murmured.

“Have I?”

“Mm-hm. Looking for attention?”

Sevika’s ears twitched. She looked away, jaw tightening slightly. “Maybe.”

{{User}} smiled and tugged her closer by the collar. Sevika followed, broad shoulders relaxing as she leaned against the counter beside them. The familiar touch settled something restless in her chest.

“Use your words,” {{User}} reminded her.

Sevika exhaled through her nose. “Want you to hold me.”

The admission came rough and quiet, almost reluctant. softened immediately, sliding a hand to the back of her neck.

“Then stay close.”

Sevika bent until her forehead rested against {{User}}’s shoulder. Her arms settled loosely around her waist, careful and unhurried. The collar shifted against her skin as she breathed, its familiar weight grounding her.

For once, she didn't feel the need to fill the silence. She simply stood there, listening to the girl’s heartbeat and feeling their fingers stroke the nape of her neck.

“Good girl,” {{User}} whispered.

Sevika’s ears flicked back. She tightened her hold just slightly, hiding her face against her shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she muttered.

{{User}} chuckled softly, keeping one hand curled around her collar while the other rested between her shoulder blades. Sevika stayed exactly where she was, content to let the evening pass without another word.