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Sevika with a Chubby S/o

Sevika loves bigger women, something about round tummies and thick thighs makes her go wild

calls you her peach because your nice and juicy

runs her fingers along your stretch marks, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh

chronic ass slapper and biter

uses your belly as leverage to fuck into you with her strap

constantly tells you that she wants to get you pregnant if she could

that you’ll make a great mama for her children

Sevika is much leaner and muscular, so whenever you get the chance you trace her abs with your finger tips

amazed by her raw powerful body you get an excuse to make her move furniture or heavy boxes

Silco adores you, so does Jinx. he asks Sevika how are you doing and genuinely cares about you (especially when you brought cookies for his daughter). because he has seen first hand what your relationship does to Sevika

got into a pretty nasty fight? Sevika punches his goons half to death. and looks even scarier than ever before

you patched up Sevika’s poncho after it got snagged on a broken window? he could almost see a sliver of a blush on her cheeks

his right hand woman has no idea the effect you have on her does she?

Sevika even toned down drinking and smoking

“my lady chews my ear off if I smell too much like a drive bar.”

you call her beautiful as you kiss her countless scars and rub the shoulder of her mechanical arm

“i’m everything but beautiful, doll.”

something primal takes over her as she sees how different your bodies are. you so soft and plush, her’s hard and brutal.

treats you like an absolute princess. buys you what ever you want. gives you what ever you want.

you are the one that cuts and styles her hair. she even asked you to shave her bald once and you had a heart attack.

Sevika plays dirty in card games. for every round she wins you take off a piece of clothing. one time she left you completely bare and you were pissed because you saw her cheat more than once.

ate your fat pussy out as a form of sorry

when she tells you to sit on her face, you SIT on her face

no “I’m too heavy” bullshit. if she couldn’t handle a little weight on her then she wouldn’t have the privilege of calling you her woman

and have you seen her?! Sevika is a tank. she can certainly handle herself (and you) more than anything

sleeps nude, with her chest pressed against your back and always a hand on your lower tummy

walks around the apartment shirtless all the time. flexes her arm when she catches you staring

uses your arm fat as a stress ball. It “makes her think better”. her words not mine

you patch her up after rough deals, crying and yelling at her for being too reckless. so selfish

Sevika kisses you. nose running down your neck, smelling your sweetness. she hates seeing you in pain. especially if it was caused by her

“i don’t like it when you cry.”

while my heart heals…

ceo!sevika x fem!reader

- summary: you’re in a whirlwind when you and your boss catch your boyfriend with her fiancée in the act together. the heartbreak starts to affect your performance at work, and as a result, you decide to take a leave of absence so you can heal properly. but when your boss catches you handing the letter onto her desk, she ends up giving you some unexpected comfort—followed by a proper farewell.

- content: smut MDNI, modern au, corporate setting, NYC living (for now), reader works in sales, reader is dating jayce (only in the beginning), mel and sevika are engaged, age gap (reader is early-mid 20s, sevika is early-mid 40s), secret love affairs, infidelity/cheating followed by breaking up, hurt/comfort, porn with plot, fingering (r!receiving), semi-public sex (they do it in the office!), sevika being a tease and talking you through it, cockblocking, and also everyone is filthy rich in this

- author’s note: can’t stop thinking about getting with rich ceo sevika so i decided to write this out. i hope y’all like it!

“sometimes i don’t even know where i’m going but i’ll never forget where i come from i know who i am and who i will be and that’s why i have faith in myself”

(this fic is crossposted on ao3)

The rain hasn’t let up all day.

Thick, gray clouds spread across the sky, the city being consumed by the downpour. You barely notice it, though—your mind is still at the office, stuck between unfinished paperwork and the weight of another long day.

You’d expect to be home after your shift, and you did…only to end up getting ready to leave the house again later that evening.

It was for some corporate event. A birthday celebration for an executive, or was it a fundraiser? You hadn’t paid much attention to it when it was brought up in last week’s meeting. Frankly, it was the last thing you’d want to be doing after a long workday like this.

And yet, here you are—back home, standing in front of the mirror, completely unaware of what the night has in store.

You’ve lost count of the outfit changes you’ve given yourself in the past hour. No one really specified what the dress code was for the event—so in the end, you simply resorted to a crimson piece that hung in your closet, blended in with the rest of your outfits.

The dress hugs your figure beautifully. It was sleek and elegant, but you barely feel like yourself in it. It’s not like you don’t like dressing up—on the contrary, you actually enjoy it, especially given that your clothes have now taken up space on your boyfriend’s side of the closet as well. But with the weight of today and this entire week overall, the exhaustion consuming you was making it harder to pretend that you want to be at this party at all.

Your phone buzzes beside you, the text message from Jayce lighting up the screen indicating that he was here.

You exhale through your nose, finishing the touches on your makeup before smoothing down the fabric of your dress. It’s not that anything’s wrong. Jayce has been nothing but kind and thoughtful to you. He’s said all the right things and treated you like royalty for the past two years of your relationship with him. But lately, there’s been something…off. Something you can’t quite put your finger on.

You shake the thought of it away, grabbing your coat and clutch before heading out the door. It’s just one night, right?

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It was only a ten minute ride to the hotel, but for some reason you felt like the ride dragged out longer. Maybe it was because of the downpour of rain, or the evening traffic, as it always is in New York—or maybe it was just your lingering anxieties about showing up to an event like this. As the top saleswoman in Hexcorp, and now the girlfriend to one of the CEOs, you can’t help but feel the pressure of having to make the best impression all the time.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the valet opens the car door for you, and Jayce steps out first, immediately offering you his hand as if he’s effortlessly playing the part of a perfect gentleman. You force a small smile and take his hand, stepping carefully onto the slick pavement as the two of you walk through the revolving door.

The inside of the hotel is a stark contrast to the gloom outside. It was elegant, with warm golden lights, crystal chandeliers, and the soft hum of music on the piano surrounding you the moment you entered. The air is thick with chatter and laughter as well dressed attendees mingle around with cocktails in hand. 

Jayce keeps a steady hand on the small of your back as you both make your way deeper into the crowd, guiding you toward familiar faces. His touch is warm, but something about it feels…off. Too careful. Too practiced.

“Should we grab a drink?” he asks, yet he is already steering you towards the bar. You nod at his offer anyway, but your eyes wander.

And then you see her—your other boss.

Sevika.

Tall, broad, and impossible to miss, even in a room full of elites. She’s right across the bar, her suit tailored to perfection—coincidentally, it also was crimson, the same shade as your dress. The deep red fabric molds to her muscular frame, sharp lines hugging her body in all the right places. The top button of her shirt is undone, just enough to tease what lies underneath, and her posture is relaxed as ever, radiating effortless control. Her prosthetic arm gleams under the soft light, the intricate metal plating a sharp contrast to the rich fabric of her suit.

But she’s not alone.

Standing beside her is her fiancée, Mel Medarda.

But she doesn’t just stand there—she owns the space around her. A beautiful vision draped in a sleek, skin tight white gown that hugs her curves as if it were painted on. Gold jewelry glitters around her neck, and her perfectly manicured fingers rest lightly on Sevika’s arm in primal possession. And she sure doesn’t fail to show off the ring—a massive, dazzling marquise cut diamond perched proudly on her ring finger, glistening under the lights. Her skin glows alongside it, her rich brown complexion flawless, and her signature smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as if she knows every single person in the room is looking at her. As if she knows you’re looking at her.

That’s Mel Medarda for you. International supermodel. A walking fantasy who managed to get engaged with Sevika.

Your stomach twists, and you force yourself to look away before either of them can catch you staring. But your eyes betray you.

Because they find their way back to Sevika and Mel.

And Sevika?

She’s already looking at you.

You’re quick to pull your gaze away from Sevika’s, heart pounding a little harder than it should be. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring, but the tension lingers in the air long after you look away. 

A familiar hand wraps around yours, fully pulling you out of your thoughts as you look back up to see Jayce nudging a glass of champagne into your hand. “Come on, let’s make the rounds.” he urges gently.

You nod with a distracted smile as you take the glass of champagne and follow alongside him, but the memory of Sevika’s striking gray eyes on you stays in the back of your mind.

An hour passes, but you feel like you’ve been here for an eternity already. You’re forcing yourself to smile as one of your coworkers goes on about the latest sales report. You’ve been hearing about it for the past hour, but you’re barely listening. Your mind keeps drifting back to when you first saw Sevika and Mel at the bar. Something about the way Sevika’s eyes lingered on you still makes your heart race.

“Great numbers this quarter,” your coworker continues, pulling you back to reality. “You’ve really outdone yourself with the new client investment. They’re already asking about you by name.”

You nod absently, pretending to care as your eyes scan the around room for any sign of Jayce. He’d been glued to your side all evening, but now you can’t seem to find him at all.

“Thank you,” you say, shaking them off politely. “I’ll follow up with the clients about it tomorrow.”

They simply smile back before walking off to engage with another coworker. You take another sip of your champagne as your eyes continue to search the room. Your attention shifts as you overhear another conversation between two other coworkers near the bar, talking about next quarter’s sales targets. As the company’s top saleswoman, you’re used to these conversations being centered around you. They look over at you with admiration, always taking mental notes on your strategies and approach.

“She really knows how to close a deal.” one of them says. “She’s a shark.”

The compliment barely registers in your head. All you could do was smile, too distracted by the fact that Jayce was nowhere to be seen.

“Excuse me,” you murmur, sliding past them as you start to brush through the crowd.

The search feels longer than it actually is. You weave through the crowd, giving polite smiles and dodging conversations as you slip through groups of colleagues and executives. The music and laughter fill the air, but none of it gets to you. Your mind is fixated on one thing—finding where the hell your boyfriend is.

You try to be in denial about it, telling yourself that you’re just overreacting. Maybe Jayce just stepped outside to take a call or grabbed another drink at the bar. But deep down, that unsettling feeling refuses to leave your system. You finally reach the bar, but there’s no sign of him there.

“Have you seen Jayce?” you ask over to the coworker who sat there.

They blink, looking around before shaking their head. “Uh, no…not for a while. Maybe he stepped out?”

You give them a quick nod, muttering a quiet thanks before moving on, the knot in your stomach tightening even more. Your heels click faster against the marble floor as you move toward the quieter area of the venue, the noise and chatter slowly fading away with each step you take. Down the hall, a row of private rooms stretches ahead, each of them closed except for the very last one at the end of the hallway. You walk slower now, feeling the air get thicker with each step. You shouldn’t be anxious about this.

And yet…you are.

Your fingers brush against the smooth surface of the champagne glass in your hand, your grip tightening instinctively around the flute. You tell yourself to relax, but the words do nothing to alleviate you from the uneasiness that was settling into your bones.

And that’s when you hear it—muffled voices in a low and urgent tone. At first, you think it’s just another couple hidden away in the room for privacy. But something about these voices feels…familiar. Too familiar.

You take another step forward, your pulse pounding louder in your ears with each beat. Your stomach twists once more when you see the familiar head of jet black hair in your eyeline. The door is slightly ajar, and a warm light spills into the hallway. You hesitate, your grip getting tighter on the glass as you listen.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Jayce mutters, his voice rough and raw. His head moves slightly, just enough for you to see a glimpse of her—a glimpse of Mel.

“And yet…” Mel replies, her voice soft and sultry as she pauses. “You keep coming back.”

A breathy chuckle escapes him, followed by his hand shifting through the open slit on Mel’s dress as he moves closer to her. “I can’t help myself,” Jayce murmurs, his voice lower now, filled with a kind of desire you’ve never heard from him. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

“Is that so?” Mel muses back, her voice laced with pure seduction. “Then why do you keep wasting time?”

Your heart sinks down to your stomach, body going rigid as the pieces fall into place. The way Jayce had been acting around you, all those ‘late nights’ he’d spend in the office—it all made sense now.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Jayce’s confession lingers in the air, his voice filled with desperation. “Even when I’m with her…all I think about is you.”

Your eyes widen in shock, your heart shattering as the champagne class trembles in your hand. It wasn’t just what Jayce had said, it was how he said it—straightforward, no hesitation whatsoever. There was no guilt. Just raw, unfiltered honesty, spoken so easily it feels like the knife was plunging deeper into your chest.

Like he never even cared.

You feel your fingers going numb on the glass as the wave of realization crashes over you. The love, the trust, the loyalty—it makes you wonder if it had meant anything to him.

Or were you just convenient?

The thought burns in your brain, leaving an ache so deep that it makes it hard to breathe.

And yet, he doesn’t even notice.

“Jayce…we really shouldn’t…” Mel reminds him, her voice softer now.

He simply scoffs at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “Come on, Mel…you want this just as bad as I do.” he breathes out, and you hear the rustle of fabric between them—their clothes shifting as their bodies press closer.

And then—the kiss hits between them. It was slow, deep and desperate. Your vision blurs at the corners of your eyes, and you don’t even register the champagne flute slipping from your fingers, hitting the marble floor with a loud shatter that echoes throughout the hallway. Tiny shards of glass surround your stiletto-covered feet, but you’re too frozen, too numb to even notice.

However, the shatter startles them both, causing them to freeze instantly, their lips pulling apart as the sharp echo rang through the room. Their bodies go rigid as they slowly turn their heads toward the doorway. Mel’s eyes widen, a panicked expression crossing her face. Jayce’s breathing quickens, his heart rate rising once he sees you. His hands, which had been all over Mel just moments ago, twitch slightly at his sides as he steps back, his eyes still not taking off of you.

“Jayce?” 

Your voice was soft and shaky as his name escaped your lips, but it was enough to make them freeze as the realization hit them. His lips part, but no words come out at first. Mel’s eyes flicker between the two of you, her body shifting towards Jayce in hopes of hiding away.

“It’s…it’s not what it looks like,” he finally breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, panic and guilt filling his tone. The words hang in the air, completely meaningless to you—but you don’t respond, you just can’t. 

Because even as he said it—you know he’s clearly lying.

Mel hasn’t said a word. She’s too busy avoiding your gaze, her lips slightly parted as if she’s trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. For a woman who’s career relies on confidence, she’s sure failing to show it at this exact moment. 

You don’t move. Don’t blink. In fact, your mind doesn’t register anything else besides the scene that had unfolded in front of you. You don’t even notice the door now fully swung open beside you, or the sudden warmth that lingered right behind you. But you do see the shift in their faces—especially Mel’s—as the panic flashes deeper in her eyes.

“Mel?”

The name cuts through the air like a blade, and your stomach drops. That voice—deep, low, and now laced with pure fury—comes from behind you. Slowly, you turn around.

Sevika stands in the doorway now, her broad frame blocking out most of the light coming from the hall. Her expression is unreadable at first, but you can see how tightly her jaw is clenched as she tries, but fails to stay calm.

“Sevika…” Mel’s voice trembles, almost at the same level as Jayce.

But Sevika doesn’t respond. Not at first. Her eyes don’t leave Mel, dark with rage—as if she were a storm on the verge of breaking. Her presence looms behind you, grounding you in the chaos swarming around.

“What the fuck is this?” Sevika growls, her voice low and cold. Her eyes flicker between Mel and Jayce, taking in the way their bodies are still too close to each other. The way Mel’s hand lingered on Jayce’s chest before dropping down only heated the anger inside her even more.

It was her fiancée and her colleague—together, behind her back.

The room suddenly feels smaller to you now, almost suffocating. Your hands tremble at your sides, fingers curling into fists as an emotional mix of heartbreak and rage bubbles inside you. But your eyes stay locked on Jayce.

“How long?”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, yet it was loud enough to cut through the tension. Jayce’s jaw clenches anxiously. His eyes are widened in a mix of desperation and cowardice, pleading silently for your mercy. “Babe…” he murmurs softly, as if that name could fix what was already beyond repair.

“How long, Jayce?” you repeat. Your voice is louder the second time, more stern and forceful. Jayce’s mouth opens again, but nothing comes out. He hesitates, his eyes flickering over to Mel for a split second. Big mistake.

You see it, and so did Sevika.

“Answer her fucking question, Jayce.” Sevika growls behind you, her tone low, almost threatening. “Don’t make her ask again.”

Jayce stiffens, swallowing hard, and finally looks back at you, letting out an exhale of defeat before responding. “A…a year.”

Your stomach drops.

You force out a breath, still in shock and disbelief over what you had just heard. “A year?” you shake your head, letting out a humorless laugh. “You’ve been sneaking around with her for a year, and you have the fucking nerve to tell me that it’s not what it looks like?”

The tears start to build in your eyes, and Jayce steps forward, but you take a quick step back. “Don’t.” you snap, your hands shaking. “I don’t want to fucking hear it.” 

Sevika exhales sharply beside you, her arms crossed, trying to hold herself back. “This is fucking unbelievable,” she mutters, her eyes not leaving Jayce. “You’ve been lying to her for a year? And you…” her gaze snaps over to Mel. “What do you even have to say for yourself?”

Mel’s lips part, but no words come out.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sevika lets out a laugh that was just as cold as yours. “I put a damn ring on your finger.”

Mel takes a step closer to her, a weak attempt in trying to redeem herself. “I-I had wanted to tell you—”

“Oh yeah?” Sevika scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. “And when exactly were you going to tell me? After we got married?”

Mel’s lips part again, but the only sound that comes out is a shaky breath.

“What a fucking joke,” she mutters her gaze shifting between the two. “You’re both pathetic.”

Another shaky breath slips from Mel’s lips. “Sevika, darling please—”

“Save it.”

Sevika takes another step forward, her presence commanding the room. But this time, she doesn’t stop. Mel instinctively moves back, accidentally bumping into Jayce’s chest. His hands instinctively grab her shoulders to steady her, giving her a look of reassurance to make sure she was okay.

And that was the final straw for you.

You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head as the realization crashes down harder. This was never just a mistake.

You glance at Sevika, and when your eyes meet with hers, there’s a newfound connection between you both. Without another word, you turn on your heel, your chest still tight as you pass by the three of them and leave the room. Sevika follows right after, her heavy footsteps matching yours as you step over the shattered glass and out of the room, leaving them both in the mess of their own betrayal.

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The days that followed from the incident felt like a blur.

You throw yourself into work, burying yourself in reports, emails, and endless meetings. You figured it’d be easier that way—keeping busy. If your mind is constantly occupied, then there wouldn’t be any time to think about him, right?

But regardless, it was impossible to ignore. 

Jayce keeps his distance from you, both inside and outside of work. He’s been staying somewhere else in the meantime, you’re not sure if it’s with Mel, or back in his large family estate, but frankly, you couldn’t care less about his whereabouts. As for the office, he doesn’t try to talk to you. No apologies. No explanations. Just…silence.

You didn’t want to admit it, but that alone hurts more than if he had tried.

Of course, you’ve still maintained your position in Hexcorp as top saleswoman, but even that feels empty to you now. Your numbers are still flawless, but the passion, the drive that used to push you forward in your career—it was gone. It honestly even makes you question why you’re still here in this building, or even New York as a whole. Deep down, it makes you wish that you could find yourself an escape from this.

And that sign was given to you just a couple of days ago.

You had broken the news to your parents over the phone. It was quite the shock to them—they’d mostly see you together with Jayce on holidays, but given how he always carried himself and the way he treated you, this was the last thing they ever expected.

But what hurt them the most was hearing just how broken you sounded when you told them.

“I just…I don’t get it,” your voice cracked, and you blinked back tears as your grip tightened on your phone. “How could he do this to me?”

“Oh, mija…I’m so sorry.” your mom’s voice had been soft when you told her, but it had the kind of heaviness that only came from a mother hearing her child in pain. You tried to keep your words to a minimum, tried to hold yourself together, but the more you tried to speak, the harder it was to keep you from breaking.

Your dad was silent for a moment before his voice came through the phone, steady but laced with a subtle hint of anger. “You know, I never liked that Talis boy to begin with.”

You can hear the soft tsk your mom gives to your dad, but you can hear the frustration in her voice too.

“Hey, I’m just saying,” he grumbled, his tone softening after a second. “You deserve better, kid. So much better.”

There’s a quick pause before your mother speaks again. “Why don’t you go stay over at the beach house for a while?” your mom suggested gently, her voice warm and comforting. “Spend some time in Miami, clear your head. “Your relatives are close by if you need anything, and I’m sure your abuela would love to see you too.”

You pause for a moment to think over your mother’s suggestion. The beach house was your childhood escape—sitting along the Miami shore where the sun was always warmer and the waves would effortlessly wash your worries away. It was nothing like New York, where the chilly, heavy atmosphere was harder to breathe in. 

However, you couldn’t risk the chances of losing your job for being gone for so long. But deep down, maybe this was what you really needed—a sweet escape, a place where you can truly heal your heart and ground yourself back to your roots.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

You take a deep breath, nodding to yourself as your grip now relaxes on your phone. “You’re right,” you murmur softly, the words leaving your lips before you even realize it. “I could really use something like that right now.”

Your mother’s relieved sigh comes through the line, and your father’s quiet agreement follows right after. “I’m so glad to hear that,” she says gently. “You deserve a break from this, mija.”

“Hey, get some rest, alright?” your dad chimes. “And call us as soon as you get there.”

“I will,” you promise, voice barely above a whisper now.

The call ends with quiet goodbyes, leaving you now sitting in the dim, quiet space of the house you once shared with Jayce. The silence feels heavier here—every room still holds traces of the life you built together, yet it all feels so distant now.

You take a deep breath, reaching over for your laptop before bringing it onto your lap, and without a second thought, you book yourself a one-way ticket to Miami—far away from the chaos that was suffocating you in New York.

And once that’s done, there’s only one thing left to do—write out your leave of absence letter and leave it on Sevika’s desk first thing tomorrow morning.

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The next morning, the familiar buzz of the office surrounds you, but it all feels like background noise. You’re at your desk, staring blankly at your computer screen as you zone out into the unfinished spreadsheet on the screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jayce and Sevika step out of their shared office and head toward the conference room down the hall. You couldn’t help but keep your gaze on Sevika for a little longer. She looks composed on the outside, but you can see it—the slight tension in her shoulders, the quiet exhaustion in her eyes—she’s holding it together just like you. You look away before she notices you, swallowing down the ache in your chest as they leave.

Once you made sure they were gone, you clutch the letter into your hand as you push back your chair and stand. Your footsteps are quiet as you pass by your busy coworkers and make your way toward their shared office, the door left slightly ajar enough for you to slip inside. Your eyes land on Sevika’s side of the office, the dark wood of her desk reflecting the soft light filtering in through the windows. You take a step toward it, unfolding the letter in front of you to place it on her desk. However, you couldn’t help but notice the soft, navy velvet box quietly sitting on the surface. Your heart skips a beat, knowing exactly what it is without even having to open it.

The engagement ring.

Mel had already given it back.

The box is closed, yet the weight of what it holds feels heavy in the air. Your mind flashes back to that night, to the look on Sevika’s face when she saw Mel with Jayce together. The devastation in her eyes, masked by fury—seeing her hurt you more than when you had seen them. You let out a shaky breath, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the edge of your letter, but before you can set it down—

“Leaving something for me?”

The deep, unmistakable voice sends a chill down your spine. You freeze, eyes widening as your body goes rigid. Your heart pounds in your chest as panic starts to settle into your bones.

Slowly, you turn around. Sevika stands in the doorway, her tall frame effortlessly filling the space around her. Her expression is unreadable, but her sharp eyes are locked on the letter in your hand.

“Sevika, I-I was just—”

Her brow arches slightly as she shuts the door and steps further into the office, her gaze not leaving yours.

“What’s that?”

Her voice is calm, but you couldn’t ignore the tension behind it. The panic continues to fill up inside you as you instinctively pull the letter closer to your chest, as if that was going to shield it away from her. “It’s…it’s nothing,” you murmur, but the crack in your voice betrays you. Her eyes narrow down to the paper in your hand, and before you can move her hand reaches out, flesh fingers brushing over yours as she gently but firmly takes the letter from your grip.

“Sevika, wait—”

But it’s too late. Her eyes scan the words on the page, her brows furrowing deeper with each passing second as she reads through the letter. You see her jaw tighten, her throat bobbing as she swallows hard. “Leave of absence?” she asks, slowly setting the letter down and bringing her gaze back up to you. “You’re…you’re leaving?”

Your throat tightens, unsure of what else to say. “I was going to tell you,” you murmur softly, looking down at your feet, unable to meet her gaze. “I just…I need some time.”

“Why?”

You can hear the concern in her voice—a hint of vulnerability that you’ve never heard from her before. You finally look up, your eyes meeting hers. “Because I can’t do this anymore.”

Her eyes darken with uncertainty. “Do what?”

You swallow, heart painfully thrumming against your ribs. “Be here. Pretend that everything’s okay when it’s not.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you don’t notice Sevika’s gaze softening when you look over to Jayce’s side of the office. “Jayce and I...We built a life together. And now, it’s gone.” Your voice cracks, and you blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay as you look back at her. “Every corner of this place reminds me of what I just lost. I just…I need to get away. To breathe. To heal.”

Her jaw clenches, her eyes flickering away from yours for a moment. “It’s just…” She hesitates, running a hand down her face before exhaling a breath that sounds heavier than it should. “You’re my best saleswoman.” Her voice is quieter now, almost as if she’s trying to convince herself of something. “I can’t afford to lose you.”

But it was never about the numbers. Not when it came to you. You know there’s more to it—something deeper. You can feel it in the way her gaze lingers on you, in the way her body gets just a little too tense, as if she’s holding something back.

“I’m not…” Your voice trails off to a sigh as you shake your head. “I’m not quitting, Sevika. I just need some time. Please.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air between you is heavy, the silence in the room stretching longer than it should.

“How long?” she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your blouse. “But I…I need this.”

Sevika doesn’t speak right away. Her expression is unreadable as she looks at you, but before you can process it—before you can say anything else—she moves toward you. Strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a firm but careful embrace.

Your breath catches in your throat. Sevika has never been the type of person to do gestures like this. She’s never been the comforting, reassuring presence in someone’s life—at least, not in this way. But right now, she holds you close to her like she’s afraid to let you go, like she knows how much you need this more than you do. Your eyes squeeze shut as you clutch the fabric of her suit jacket, your fingers curling into the cotton tightly to keep you grounded.

“I get it,” she murmurs, her voice softer now. “Believe me, I do.”

Her words send another shiver down your spine, because she does get it.

Mel. The woman she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.

You exhale shakily, pressing your forehead against her shoulder. “Then you of all people should know why I have to go.”

Sevika’s arms tighten around you just for a second before she finally releases you, stepping back just enough to meet your gaze. “Yeah,” she murmurs, her jaw tight as she watches you carefully. “I know.”

But that doesn’t mean that she wants you to go. Her eyes still linger on yours, and something shifts between you. Sevika looks at you like she’s fighting a battle within herself—like she’s trying to hold herself back from doing something that she may—or may not regret.

“Sevika…” you whisper, your voice quiet enough to break the silence between you.

She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move. But her eyes—they tell you everything. You feel it before you see it—the way she leans in, her body instinctively drawn to yours like a magnet. It’s slow, almost hesitant, as if she's giving you an open chance to pull away. But you don’t. You can’t. 

Instead, your hand drifts up, brushing lightly over her jaw. She tilts her head towards your palm, melting into your touch. Her eyes flutter shut for a brief movement before they open again—darker, filled with something you can’t describe. 

And then, the distance between you two disappears. Her lips meet yours, and the world seems to fall away. The kiss is tentative at first, making you both afraid to take too much from each other. But the tension is quick to snap, and suddenly, the kiss deepens. Her flesh hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as she pulls you closer. The cool metal of her prosthetic rests against your waist, grounding you in the moment. Your body presses into hers, and you feel like this should be wrong, but it doesn’t. On the contrary, it feels…right. Like this is where you’re meant to be instead. It’s nothing compared to how you’ve felt with Jayce. You absolutely lose yourself in her—her touch, her taste, the way she holds you like you’re something precious. Like you’re exactly where she wants to be."

She finally pulls back, breathless and dazed, her forehead resting gently against yours. “I really don’t want you to go…” Sevika murmurs, the desperation in her voice tugging at your heart. Your thumb brushes along her jaw again, a bittersweet smile spread on your lips. “I know,” you whisper, eyes searching hers. “But I have to.”

“Well, in that case…” Sevika replies, her thumb lightly brushing over your bottom lip as her eyes darken with intent. Her lips curl into a sly smirk, her gaze burning into yours. “Let me give you a proper goodbye.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can even think, her lips crash into yours again. Unlike the last one, this kiss is more desperate, filled with everything the both of you have been holding back for far too long. Her flesh hand grips your waist firmly, pulling you flush against her, while the hard press of her prosthetic along your hip sends a shiver through you. Her lips move with a hunger that makes your knees weak. But you couldn’t give in like this.

“Sevika…” you manage to breathe out her name between heated kisses, your lips barely parting from hers. But she hears it.

And as much as it kills you, you pull back. Your eyes meet hers—her pupils dilated with desire, but there’s hesitation filling in yours. “We…we can’t.” Your voice is shaky and uncertain. “Jayce and Mel…it isn’t right…”

Sevika doesn’t respond right away. Her forehead simply rests against yours, her breath warm against your skin. “No…” she murmurs softly, her voice low but firm. “They’re the ones who threw it all away. It’s their loss, not ours.”

Your eyes widen slightly as her words sink in, but she doesn’t give you a chance to pull away. Her gaze is more intense now, searching yours for any sense of doubt. But there’s something else in her eyes—something raw, vulnerable, and aching for you just as much as you ache for her. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but there’s so much behind her words.

And in that moment, you know she’s right. The weight of the heartbreak, betrayal, and confusion still lingers, but now it all fades away with you being in her arms. Her lips claim yours once more, and the heat inside you ignites all over again. Her hands slide down your back, guiding you as she walks you backward across the room. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you don’t stop her. Not this time.

The edge of the desk presses against the backs of your thighs, and her hands are already pushing everything aside, sending papers and pens scattering to the floor. Sevika lifts you up effortlessly in one smooth motion, placing you on the desk as her lips refuse to leave yours. 

However, neither of you realize where you’ve really ended up—Jayce’s desk.

But at this moment, with Sevika’s hands all over you and her lips claiming yours…none of it matters.

Sevika presses her body against yours, pinning you to the desk as she stands between your parted legs. You can feel every hard inch of her muscular frame, the heat of her skin radiating through her suit. Sevika pulls back slightly, her lips trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You tilt your head back to give her better access, and a soft moan slips from your mouth once she nips at your pulse point, her teeth grazing your soft skin before she soothes the sting with her tongue.

You’re barely able to keep your balance on the desk, your breath shallow as her touch stirs something deep inside you. Your eyes dart to the closed blinds, the faint silhouettes of your coworkers just outside, completely unaware of what’s happening behind them. Your heart starts to race—not from desire, but from the undeniable risk of it all. It feels like you’re playing with fire, and yet…you can’t help but take the heat.

“S-Sevika,” you murmur, trying to steady your breathing. “We—someone could see—”

Sevika cuts your sentence off instantly with a hushed, teasing whisper. “Shh…” she breathes, her voice low. “If you stay quiet…then no one will know.”

She leans in, kissing you hard while her hand works quickly to unbutton your slacks, pushing them down to your ankles. “You need this, baby, I know you do.” Her voice is a low rasp, sending shivers down your spine that makes her see right through you. "Stop overthinking, and just let me take care of you.” 

To emphasize her point, her flesh hand shifts from your slacks to underneath your blouse, her warm fingertips brushing over your stomach as it moves up north. She cups your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin lace of your bra. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching into her touch. Sevika takes advantage of this and trails kisses down your chest, pushing your blouse up as she goes. She tugs your bra down, freeing your breasts to the cool air of the office. Then, in an instant, she leans down and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud, eliciting a whine from your lips over the sensation. Her hand slides back down your stomach, fingers now toying with the waistband of your underwear. She looks up at you, waiting for your permission to continue, to which you nod in approval.

With that, she hooks her fingers and shifts your underwear to the side, exposing your pussy to her. She leans back, using two fingers to part open your puffy folds only to be taken aback by how wet you were. “God, baby…you’re this wet for me already?” she mutters, gently sliding her fingers through your wet slit. You reply to her with a whiny nod, gently rutting your hips against the pads of her fingers for more. She simply chuckles at your desperate pleas, gently inserting a finger into your hole but only to be surprised when she sees how you resist her single finger. “Fuck, you’re so tight…” she pants out, carefully trying to push more of her finger in. “When was the last time someone touched you like this?”

Your breath hitches, and for a moment, you hesitate. But the truth weighs heavier than the silence between you. “Too long…” you finally breathe, your voice barely a whisper. Your eyes trail away from her, a flash of frustration and sadness crossing your face. “Jayce…he hasn’t—” your words falter with a sudden gasp when Sevika pushes her finger farther inside you. She brings her metal hand up to your jaw, the smooth yet unyielding grip making you face her. “His loss,” she mutters, lips brushing against yours again. “How about you let me remind you how it’s supposed to feel, yeah?"

Sevika doesn't falter just yet, she starts to work her finger in and out of your tight cunt, slowly at first but gradually increasing force once you become used to the resistance. Her thumb meets with your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub as she continues to pump her finger in and out of your pussy. You whine and begin to squirm and shake at the sensation, but Sevika is quick to slide her prosthetic hand on your waist, keeping you grounded onto the desk as the cool wooden surface presses against your skin. She then adds another finger in, scissoring them inside you as her thumb continues its assault on your clit. You whine at the stretch, unable to take it, but your body starts to betray you by giving the opposite response—sucking Sevika’s fingers further inside rather than resisting. The wet squelching sounds of her fingers plunging into your soaked cunt fill the office, mixing with your restrained whines and the harsh pants of her own breathing. 

“S-Sevika,” you whine, trying to wriggle yourself away. “I-I can’t…t-too much…”

“Too much?” Sevika chuckles against your skin, her fingers still working into your cunt. “Then why’s your greedy little cunt begging me for more?” Her gaze drops down to your pussy, admiring at how your desperate hole continues to suck her fingers in while your arousal drips around them. “Needy girl, taking in my fingers like this,” her gaze flickers back up to you. “I’m gonna need these back, you know. Can’t keep them forever, sweetheart.”

All you can do is whine and whimper, your chest and stomach tightening as you try to keep yourself quiet so as to not startle your coworkers outside. But Sevika doesn’t make it any easier for you once she speeds up the pace, the desk shifting slightly beneath you as if it was imitating the consequences of what you’re doing. The thought of Jayce sitting here tomorrow, completely unaware of what happened on his desk today, makes a dangerous thrill pulse through your veins. Jayce might have carried your past, but Sevika was putting herself into your present, claiming you as hers with every deep curl of her fingers, making sure your body never forgets the feeling of her. 

She looks back up at you, her eyes darkening as she watches your face twist in pleasure. Your cunt begins to clench tighter around her fingers, along with the coil that's been winding deep in your stomach, you were getting close, and Sevika could tell. Her fingers never stop their relentless pace, pumping in and out of your clenching heat, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. She glances back up at you just to admire the drunk look on your face. “Look at you, so desperate to cum already, yeah?” she muses, her prosthetic shifting from your waist to push down on your lower stomach, only making it worse for you to restrain yourself. “Go on, sweetheart, cum for me. But remember…” she trails off, jerking her head over to the closed blinds. “They don’t need to know what’s going on.”

Her words are filthy, but they only serve to turn you on more, pushing you closer to your impending release. Your hand grips tightly onto the edge of the desk while the other claws at Sevika’s forearm in desperation, which does nothing but spur her on with her words. At this point, she’s practically begging for you to cum now, just so she can see you fall apart for her. “That’s it, baby—don’t hold back. Let me feel it. Come for me, sweetheart.”

Her words, combined with the relentless pace of her fingers, finally push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt clamps down around her fingers like a vice. Your mouth parts open, body giving in as you’re tempted to scream her name, but Sevika is quick to lean in and attach her lips back to yours, muffling your cries of pleasure as your release gushes into her fingers and onto the desk. But she doesn’t let up just yet, working you through your orgasm with her fingers until you’re a shaking, mewling mess beneath her. 

Once the aftershocks start to subside, she finally slows down, gently withdrawing her flesh fingers out of your sensitive cunt. She brings her hand up to her lips, making a show of licking your juices from her fingers, her eyes closing in bliss as she savors your taste. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” she murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. “I should’ve used my mouth on you instead if I knew you were going to taste this sweet.”

You chuckle lazily, looking up at her with heavy eyes as you recover from your orgasm. “Well, you can go for seconds if you’d like, Sev.” you tease, kicking off your heels and bunched up slacks from your feet before spreading your legs farther out to her, leaving your fucked out cunt on full display to her gaze. Sevika’s eyes darken at your newfound position, getting nothing but more turned on at the sight of you spread out on her colleague’s desk. She glances down to your cunt, her smirk spreading wider as she sees your release pooling underneath you, darkening the wood of the desk. “You’ve sure made a mess, pretty girl,” she says, her voice almost accusatory as if she wasn’t the one who made you cum like that. “Luckily, I’m willing to clean that up for you.”

In an instant, Sevika drops to her knees in front of you, hooking her flesh arm beneath your thigh while her prosthetic grips the other, pulling you closer. Your breath hitches as Sevika lowers herself in front of you, her hold firm—one soft and warm, the other cold and unrelenting. Her lips tease their way back up to your pussy, ready to satisfy you once more, until—

“Where’s Sevika?”

Jayce’s words echo faintly from the hallway, distant but close enough to send a jolt of panic through your veins. Sevika freezes for just a second before quickly getting back up on her feet. The two of you scramble around—adjusting clothes, fixing hair, cleaning down the surface and scattering papers in your desperate attempt to make it look like nothing happened on this desk.

But Sevika already moves before you can think of a backup plan. With full precision, she snatches up the paperwork she was originally looking for, strides across the office, and yanks the door open right before Jayce can.

“You were supposed to wait in the conference room,” she growls, her tone now back to cold as she shoves the paperwork into his chest.

Jayce blinks, caught off guard by her appearance. “I—I was just—”

“Don’t.” Her jaw clenches, eyes narrowing down at him. “Go. Now.”

Her tone leaves no room for argument. As Jayce turns, footsteps retreating down the hall, Sevika lingers for just a second before glancing back inside—her eyes meeting yours. The heat from moments ago still lingers between you, but with one last knowing smirk, she follows after Jayce before closing the door shut, as if nothing had happened.

And you?

You’re still gripping the edge of his desk, breath unsteady, pulse still racing. Even as you slip your clothes back on, even as you straighten up Jayce’s desk—you can still feel the heat from Sevika on your body. Your lips are still slightly swollen from her kisses, your skin tingling in places that haven’t felt alive in…well, longer than you’d care to admit. You swallow hard, your mind replaying every breathless second. Your cheeks flush again, and your hands tremble slightly as you reposition Jayce’s things—only to realize it’s still out of place.

Get it together.

Your hands work quickly, smoothing out the papers, straightening the chair, making sure there’s no trace of what just happened. The last thing you need is Jayce walking in and sensing something.

No one can know.

Your fingers graze your pulse point, still feeling the phantom pressure of her lips there. You swallow down the feeling, force your hands to stay busy—tidying the last of the evidence, pressing a shaky hand to your chest, forcing a deep breath—before you finally slip out of the office, your head spinning.

And yet, as you settle back at your desk, pretending like nothing happened, you can still feel her on you.

But what’s even worse than feeling her…is wanting it to happen a second time.

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The sun barely peeks through your curtains when your alarm blasts through the silence. Your eyes snap open, heart pounding as you fumble to shut it off. You squint over at the time on your phone, only for your eyes to quickly widen in panic. You were supposed to be up an hour ago.

In an instant, you throw off the covers, the chill of the morning air making your skin prickle with goosebumps as you rush to get ready. As you take a quick shower and get dressed, your mind is still foggy from everything that happened yesterday—leaving the office, Sevika, the kiss, and the overwhelming decision to leave. But there’s no time to think about that now.

Your suitcase is already half-packed from last night, so you grab the last of your things and shove them into your bag without thinking twice. You barely glance in the mirror before you’re out the door, heart pounding in your ears. The taxi sits on the curb, waiting for God knows how long—and you rush into it, not even bothering to comfortably put your suitcase in the trunk and squeezing it alongside you instead. The city itself is still waking up as you slide into the backseat. 

“Kennedy Airport,” you mumble, barely able to catch your breath as the driver nods and pulls into traffic.

Rain taps lightly against the window as you stare outside, the familiar skyline of New York blurred by streaks of water. This is it. You were getting away from the city that had been your home for years—where you built a career and nurtured a relationship, only to watch it all fall apart in the blink of an eye. You lean back against the seat, your eyes drifting shut for just a moment, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. But her face still flashes in your mind.

Sevika.

The memory of her kiss, her touch—heated, desperate, and impossible to forget—continues to linger in your mind. But nonetheless you shake your head, forcing the thought away as you tell yourself that it’s not what you need right now.

By the time you arrive at the airport, it’s nothing but chaos. You navigate through the sea of travelers, heart pounding as you sprint toward your gate. Your boarding pass feels like it’s burning in your hand as you rush through security, your pulse racing with every step.

Until you finally make it to Gate 17, departing to Miami.

You make it just as they begin the final boarding call, breathless and slightly disoriented. The agent barely glances up as they scan your ticket, giving you a quick nod to proceed. Your pace is calmer now as you walk through the ramp, the relief extending into peace the moment you enter the plane. As you set your carry-on into the overhead compartment and settle into your window seat, a shaky exhale slips from your mouth as your body finally relaxes. Your pulse slows, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you finally let yourself breathe.

You’re even blessed to have an empty seat beside you, thank God.

You close your eyes, head resting lightly against the head cushion of the seat. The distant hum of the engines vibrates through you, lulling your body into a sense of calm. A sense of peace. You don’t even register the measured footsteps approaching, growing heavier until they stop beside you. You don’t open your eyes right away, too caught up in the quiet you were finally starting to enjoy. But then—

Your name is called. And the familiar voice makes your heart stop. Your eyes flutter back open, head tilting to your left only for the calm in your body to be replaced by an element of surprise and shock once you see the familiar broad frame that stood in the narrow space alongside you.

“Sevika?”

Her name leaves your lips barely above a breath, but it’s enough to make her eyes darken. Her expression is unreadable, but the subtle flicker of surprise in her gaze says enough.

She didn’t know. You didn’t tell her where you were going.

And yet… she’s here.

And in that moment, as she finally lowers herself into the seat beside you, you know—

This changes everything.

But maybe, just maybe…some change is exactly what you needed.

- a/n: i need to stop making my fics so damn long omg 😭 i’m not sure if y’all fw ceo sevika like i do, but i could try to write out a part 2 if it catches any interest, we’ll see…

as always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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꧁𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)꧂

༺Councilor!Sevika x piltie!reader༻

Part 2

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SFW, fluff, men and minors DNI, arranged marriage, reader is in her early 20s, shitty parents

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your parents are mad at you for being a lesbian- and to punish you, they want you to marry Sevika. At first you’re intimidated by her, but that’s going to change pretty quick.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 580

You couldn’t believe it. Sure, it’s probably hard for your mother and father, having to accept the fact that you will never fall in love with a man, give them grandchildren and live the life they always wanted you to- But an arranged marriage as a punishment? That’s fucked.

The woman your parents want you to marry is one of the newer councilors, Sevika. She represents Zaun and is just as scary as the big, dark city beneath Piltover- At least you thought so. Her big, muscular figure, the sharp claws on her prosthetic arm, her gray, cold eyes and her deep voice were intimidating. While you wore one of your prettiest dresses, a bunch of jewelry and your hair tied together in an elegant bun, she looked like every other day, bored and dressed like a man.

Together, you walked through the pretty gardens behind your house, not daring to look at or talk to her. Maybe somehow you could find a way out of this situation, tell her that you’re not feeling well or-

“This is stupid.” she mumbled inaudible, interrupting your escape plans.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” you asked, looking up at her.

“I said that this whole marriage thing is a dumb idea. It’s never not when it’s forced.”

“I’m sorry if I seem.. uninterested..” you looked down at your hands, fumbling your fingers nervously.

“It’s alright, I don’t blame you.” she says, chuckling a little. “I can tell your parents that the deal’s off the table.” she offered, smiling at you.

Looking at her, you noticed that, with a smile on her face, she didn’t seem so scary anymore- she actually looked quite.. cute. And as much as you would’ve liked to tell her to do that, something held you back.

“Still there?” she asked you, waking you from your thoughts. “I won’t be mad at you, can’t force love.”

You both stopped walking, standing in front of each other.

“Please, don’t. I think my parents would simply arrange another marriage with someone even worse.”

You didn’t really realized what you said before you saw that Sevika raised her eyebrow at your words, her smile fading.

“God.. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean it like that.. I’m such an idiot!..” you cursed, ashamed of yourself for being so rude.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” she said, reaching out to cup your face with her big palm, making you look into her eyes. You blushed a little, feeling her warmth against your skin, her touch surprisingly gentle.

“Actually.. I would like to get to know you better, Sevika, if you’re still.. interested of course.” you gave her a little smile, studying her facial expressions, relieved when you notice that she smiled back- not breaking eye contact.

“I am.” she answered, tracing her thumb over your cheek. “How about we meet again next week?”

“Sounds lovely.”

You both walked back through the gardens to your home, talking about what you’re going to do on your next date and chuckling like two stupid teenagers in love.

𝐀/𝐧: Hello there!🫶🏼 This is my first time writing:)). I kind of wrote this in a little rush too, but I hope it turned out alright anyway. This is obv only part one, I have way more in mind for this story!♥️ (sex✨)

Also, I am way too used to german grammar, so don’t be surprised if there are too many/not enough commas🥲

Thanks for reading!<33

sevika masterlist

° one shots

mess around • part one • part two • part three

- it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

We got Sevika overstimulating reader…what about reader overstimulating Sevika? 👁️👁️

Sevika's First Time Shaving

Content warning: Smut, strap, overstimulation, cnc, inebriated sex, clit play, sucking, fingering, mommy kink

Sevika never shaves down and there and never thought she would until one day, when she was dressing up for work, she wondered, "What if I did?" Sevika knew how much you liked her bush, her happy trail, but she never tried shaving it, how would it look?

She wasn't a person to be insecure of her looks but for you, she wanted to try it out.

Sevika shrugged her shoulders either way and went about her day, kissing you goodbye before she wrapped her poncho over her figure, walking out the door.

"Bye," you mumbled and watched as she left. You spent the day cleaning around the house and organising everything.

By the time you were done it was evening and Sevika was back, a little tipsy but she was still home in one piece, that's what mattered.

"Baby," she grunted as she walked inside the bedroom, trying to hide the fact she was a little tipsy. She always took pride in her ability to handle her liquor after all.

"Yes, love?" You smiled up at her, getting up from the couch.

Without a word, Sevika took her clothes off right then and there, letting her— well everything to be fair drop down to the floor with absolutely no ounce of shame.

Your jaw dropped to the floor as well, "S-Sevika..."

You walked closer to her, the dark hair that would crown her pussy was gone and clean shaven, you've never seen her like this.

And honestly this way, she just seemed so babygirl. You knelt down slowly, parting her muscular thighs, getting a better look at her pussy.

"So pretty..." You whispered more to yourself than her because she was clearly in her own little world.

You guided Sevika to the bed and laid down between her spread legs, you still couldn't believe she had shaved her pussy. It just looked so cute, you let your face closer, delving your tongue inside her folds as you sucked and slurped.

"Hnghh!" Sevika let out a high pitched moan as she tangled her hands all the way in your hair, clearly craving your touch.

She was so cute like this, all spread out and ready.

Drool trickled down your chin as you continued lapping at her juices, sucking her throbbing clit every now and then as she clenched over nothingess, longing for your tongue back in her hole.

Drunk Sevika was a completely different human being, hips jerking up as she sought your expert touch, back arching from the amount of pleasure you gave her.

"So good, yeah?" You couldn't help, cooing, hands going up to palm at her boobs while you continued licking at her pussy, she was over sensitive due to being drunk too and you could say it.

"I'ma c-...cum..." Sevika hiccuped and you shoved in two of your fingers, making her clench down onto your digits, her liquids gushing down and soaking your face and fingers.

"Doing so well for mommy, mhm." You grinned.

"P-Please, more," Sevika whined, hips trying to get more friction to her aching heat, you couldn't help suppress a giggle.

Tonight would be long and probably a taboo topic after she gets sober and remembers whatever happened during the night.

"You want mommy's strap?" You smirked a little and Sevika nodded, eyes looking up at you pleadingly.

She spread her legs eagerly as you wore the strap on your hips, readying the dildo to rail her hole.

"Fuck me hard, mommy," Sevika mumbled under her breath, the title foreign on her lips.

Sevika cried out as the silicone toy invaded her hole making her back arch and mouth drool.

"So big, stretching me..." Sevika babbled some incoherent words right after.

Her clit was twitching so you couldn't help rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub of nerves.

Sevika's hands were desperately looking for something to hold so you got closer so she could wrap her arms around you. She did as she moaned loudly, her voice high-pitched like never before as you pounded into her pussy.

It wasn't long until she squirted this time, soaking your lower abdomen and the toy. But you didn't let that stop you from pounding her, the bed creaked in protest but you still continued pounding her.

"Mommy, no... I'm breaking... St-Staph," Sevika whined and moaned, head lolling to the side as she did.

Sevika cried as you pinched at her nipples, pulling them, "M-mommy!" Tears were running down her temple as she trembled in your arms. Her tall, muscular, almost always imposing figure now reduced to a pathetic, slurring, sobbing mess.

By the time you had stopped fucking her, she had passed out. You gently pulled the strap out and smiled down at her unconscious form.

You pressed a kiss on her forehead and cleaned her with a warm damp towel, before cleaning yourself off and got in bed with her.

"We'll have to change the sheets later. I can't move you while you're passed out like this. You're too big," you grinned a little, smiling and wrapping your limbs around her limp form.

"You did what!?" Sevika exclaimed, cheeks flushing a dark shade of red.

"I fucked you so hard, you were begging me to stop and calling me mommy!"

"You—... You..." She was a stuttering mess as she quickly buried her face behind her morning coffee mug.

"I'll never let you live this one down." You cackled.

what about a navy! sevika x farmer! reader where the both of them are on the edge of their relationship because sevika won't prioritize her wife because reader wants to start a family before reader eventually goes out to her garden in the middle of the night.

sevika then follows her wife to the garden to she apologies and beg for forgiveness before they eventually got really really breeding kink, praise kink intimate on the grass in the garden in the middle of the night

Little You's, Little Me's, but Janna, Little You's...

Navy!Sevika x Farmer!Reader

Contains smut, angst, breeding, praise kink, lovey sex, impregnation, possible depressed!reader, modern au, Sevika G!P

Beyond frustration.

With the basic supply and demand of fruits and vegetables during spring, you're always on your feet running errands and supplying food. It gets tiring after a while especially when after a particularly heavy night even when you come back there is no loving wife of yours to greet you, hold you, sleep with you or even have sex with at this point.

And you knew perfectly well this was because Sevika didn't want kids and you did, so whenever you guys would talk now it'd get awkward because of that. When you both met you both had planned out your entire future together but now it all seemed in shambles. The woman you had married, who once said she loved children, didn't anymore. Your marriage was at an all time low, Sevika was so busy with her work and missions that she was barely even available anymore and it made you so sad.

At the beginning you had thought she was cheating but then you both had a huge fight about it, it's been distant since that one fight. Today was your anniversary and this was the first anniversary you spent without Sevika, sitting by the staircase in front of the front door, praying to Janna she comes back tonight because you have so much to ask. Does she even love you anymore?

"You don't sound sorry," You retorted angrily, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

The door clicks at 3 AM and Sevika slips in. She sees you at the staircase and sighed. "I know I'm sorry." She said her voice nonchalant which made you further mad.

"What do you want me to say?!" Sevika yelled back, her voice booming, making yours seem like a puppy's bark, "I'm not bending backwards and apologising for no shit, you know very well what my job expects of me, and if you can't handle that maybe you should buy yourself some maturity!—"

You could hear the faint snoring, Sevika was probably sleeping on the couch. You stayed there curled up in bed, leaning against the bedframe with tears pricking your eyes. You could feel the warmth of the tears falling down your cheek, it's been a while since you've felt any sort of warm anyway.

"All this just because I wanna settle down? I'm not getting any younger, Sev..." Tears appear at your eyes and you say nothing as you stormed upstairs and into your shared bedroom, curling up in bed. You felt miserable now. You waited for her to come in the bedroom and comfort you but you didn't hear her walking in so after you got up and looked around, the bedroom was still empty. It made you feel even more hopeless than before.

2 days pass, it's been the same except now you don't even get up to water your garden, nurture the plants. You just stay in your room, eat in your room, sleep in your room and sulk in your room. You wanted to cry, scream and just disappear but you also loved Sevika so immensely that it was eating away at your whole being at this point.

It was late at night and you couldn't hear Sevika snoring from down the hall, usually it was the white noise that helped you sleep but today you didn't even know if she was home. Body too tired to move from mental exhaustion but you forced yourself out of bed, almost stumbling into the wall as you walked down the hall. Your eyes squinted in the darkness and finally found the doorknob, you opened it and a small gust of wind greeted you. You sighed again, heart heavy, you just wanted Sevika.

Whichever it was, you didn't really care. Still staring into nothingness. You felt the figure kneel down behind you, "Baby," came Sevika's soft voice, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said all that."

You walked outside and sat down on the grass, curling up there. A while later, you hear the crunching sounds of the grass signalling Sevika either stepped out of the house too and into your garden or some mindless killer had broken into the fencing and would kill you.

You turned to look at her, eyes tired, face sunken.

"Love," Sevika gently held the side of your face, "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm just scared. I'm being a little bitch but I'm so fucking scared that I won't be able to give my little ones enough time. I already don't give you time and—"

"Mm, it's okay," you said, looking away at the ground.

"No, it's not okay, I'm ready now. I'm sorry for being so cowardly, I couldn't even tell you, I thought you'd assume I'm weak."

"It's okay," you said now cracking a small smile as Sevika leaned in and kissed you, "Mm..." The kiss deepened, your body pressing into hers as you both kissed.

"I'd love to see little you's, little me's running around. Oh but Janna, little you's," Sevika said, her voice a little dreamy before she continued kissing you making you moan a little in her mouth, that gets her immediately hard.

"Doing so well, my baby," Sevika muttered as she tugged her sweat pants down just enough for her massive erect cock to slap up against her stomach, oozing precum.

Her hard cock pressing against your clothed sex through her sweatpants but she doesn't stop kissing you. Sevika nips at your jaw, and your neck as she moved lower. Her hands slipping beneath your blouse as she palmed your breasts. She was being soft and slow. Something you've rarely seen during sex. You tilt your head back giving her better access to continue her ministrations.

"Stuff me with your cum," You cooed in her ear which was probably tearing away at any forming hesitations in Sevika's head. She didn't need telling twice when she pushed your panties to the side and penetrated you. Her cock slipping in your slick wet folds with ease, buried snuggly within you.

"You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well," Sevika mumbled, she would always go pussy drunk whenever she was inside you mainly because you were so lewdly wet and your pussy was so tight.

Sevika pistoned her hips, pushing deeper into your cunt with each thrust, hands coming down to roll and twist your nipples between thick fingers that didn't hesitate going down your throat too, making you choke and drool.

"S-Sevika..." You whispered and then moaned loudly as she got a little faster.

"That good, yeah, baby? You like it? Want more?" Sevika cooed and you nodded, barely able to make sense out of her words as she thrusted in and out. Your juices coated her shaft completely, you needed more of her.

"Sevika, Sevika," you continued babbling her name and moaning softly with every kiss of her cock to your cervix, it felt far too good.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Sevika panted out, kissing you deeply. As she gave one ast thrust, you could feel your pussy filling up with her warm semen. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, she didn't pull out though, she stayed inside for a bit before she slowly pulled out, letting your panties back on your vagina.

"They'll get soaked," you whined.

Sevika picked you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom, letting you lay down as she cleaned herself off and then you too, running you a warm bubble bath.

"I don't care, keep it inside," Sevika kissed you again.

"I'm so sorry for fucking up our anniversary," Sevika leaned in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair gently as she helped washed your sore body.

"It's okay," you said with a tired smile, "I'm just really sleepy..."

"I know," Sevika gave you a half smile before picking you up, drying you off and putting you in bed, tucking you in. She got in bed too beside you and held you close.

"Soon... We'll have a little human all to ourselves," Sevika thought out loud to herself, looking at your already asleep face, "Sleep well, love."

what about a navy! sevika x farmer! reader where the both of them are on the edge of their relationship because sevika won't prioritize her wife because reader wants to start a family before reader eventually goes out to her garden in the middle of the night.

sevika then follows her wife to the garden to she apologies and beg for forgiveness before they eventually got really really breeding kink, praise kink intimate on the grass in the garden in the middle of the night

Little You's, Little Me's, but Janna, Little You's...

Navy!Sevika x Farmer!Reader

Contains smut, angst, breeding, praise kink, lovey sex, impregnation, possible depressed!reader, modern au, Sevika G!P

Beyond frustration.

With the basic supply and demand of fruits and vegetables during spring, you're always on your feet running errands and supplying food. It gets tiring after a while especially when after a particularly heavy night even when you come back there is no loving wife of yours to greet you, hold you, sleep with you or even have sex with at this point.

And you knew perfectly well this was because Sevika didn't want kids and you did, so whenever you guys would talk now it'd get awkward because of that. When you both met you both had planned out your entire future together but now it all seemed in shambles. The woman you had married, who once said she loved children, didn't anymore. Your marriage was at an all time low, Sevika was so busy with her work and missions that she was barely even available anymore and it made you so sad.

At the beginning you had thought she was cheating but then you both had a huge fight about it, it's been distant since that one fight. Today was your anniversary and this was the first anniversary you spent without Sevika, sitting by the staircase in front of the front door, praying to Janna she comes back tonight because you have so much to ask. Does she even love you anymore?

"You don't sound sorry," You retorted angrily, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

The door clicks at 3 AM and Sevika slips in. She sees you at the staircase and sighed. "I know I'm sorry." She said her voice nonchalant which made you further mad.

"What do you want me to say?!" Sevika yelled back, her voice booming, making yours seem like a puppy's bark, "I'm not bending backwards and apologising for no shit, you know very well what my job expects of me, and if you can't handle that maybe you should buy yourself some maturity!—"

You could hear the faint snoring, Sevika was probably sleeping on the couch. You stayed there curled up in bed, leaning against the bedframe with tears pricking your eyes. You could feel the warmth of the tears falling down your cheek, it's been a while since you've felt any sort of warm anyway.

"All this just because I wanna settle down? I'm not getting any younger, Sev..." Tears appear at your eyes and you say nothing as you stormed upstairs and into your shared bedroom, curling up in bed. You felt miserable now. You waited for her to come in the bedroom and comfort you but you didn't hear her walking in so after you got up and looked around, the bedroom was still empty. It made you feel even more hopeless than before.

2 days pass, it's been the same except now you don't even get up to water your garden, nurture the plants. You just stay in your room, eat in your room, sleep in your room and sulk in your room. You wanted to cry, scream and just disappear but you also loved Sevika so immensely that it was eating away at your whole being at this point.

It was late at night and you couldn't hear Sevika snoring from down the hall, usually it was the white noise that helped you sleep but today you didn't even know if she was home. Body too tired to move from mental exhaustion but you forced yourself out of bed, almost stumbling into the wall as you walked down the hall. Your eyes squinted in the darkness and finally found the doorknob, you opened it and a small gust of wind greeted you. You sighed again, heart heavy, you just wanted Sevika.

Whichever it was, you didn't really care. Still staring into nothingness. You felt the figure kneel down behind you, "Baby," came Sevika's soft voice, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said all that."

You walked outside and sat down on the grass, curling up there. A while later, you hear the crunching sounds of the grass signalling Sevika either stepped out of the house too and into your garden or some mindless killer had broken into the fencing and would kill you.

You turned to look at her, eyes tired, face sunken.

"Love," Sevika gently held the side of your face, "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm just scared. I'm being a little bitch but I'm so fucking scared that I won't be able to give my little ones enough time. I already don't give you time and—"

"Mm, it's okay," you said, looking away at the ground.

"No, it's not okay, I'm ready now. I'm sorry for being so cowardly, I couldn't even tell you, I thought you'd assume I'm weak."

"It's okay," you said now cracking a small smile as Sevika leaned in and kissed you, "Mm..." The kiss deepened, your body pressing into hers as you both kissed.

"I'd love to see little you's, little me's running around. Oh but Janna, little you's," Sevika said, her voice a little dreamy before she continued kissing you making you moan a little in her mouth, that gets her immediately hard.

"Doing so well, my baby," Sevika muttered as she tugged her sweat pants down just enough for her massive erect cock to slap up against her stomach, oozing precum.

Her hard cock pressing against your clothed sex through her sweatpants but she doesn't stop kissing you. Sevika nips at your jaw, and your neck as she moved lower. Her hands slipping beneath your blouse as she palmed your breasts. She was being soft and slow. Something you've rarely seen during sex. You tilt your head back giving her better access to continue her ministrations.

"Stuff me with your cum," You cooed in her ear which was probably tearing away at any forming hesitations in Sevika's head. She didn't need telling twice when she pushed your panties to the side and penetrated you. Her cock slipping in your slick wet folds with ease, buried snuggly within you.

"You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well," Sevika mumbled, she would always go pussy drunk whenever she was inside you mainly because you were so lewdly wet and your pussy was so tight.

Sevika pistoned her hips, pushing deeper into your cunt with each thrust, hands coming down to roll and twist your nipples between thick fingers that didn't hesitate going down your throat too, making you choke and drool.

"S-Sevika..." You whispered and then moaned loudly as she got a little faster.

"That good, yeah, baby? You like it? Want more?" Sevika cooed and you nodded, barely able to make sense out of her words as she thrusted in and out. Your juices coated her shaft completely, you needed more of her.

"Sevika, Sevika," you continued babbling her name and moaning softly with every kiss of her cock to your cervix, it felt far too good.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Sevika panted out, kissing you deeply. As she gave one ast thrust, you could feel your pussy filling up with her warm semen. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, she didn't pull out though, she stayed inside for a bit before she slowly pulled out, letting your panties back on your vagina.

"They'll get soaked," you whined.

Sevika picked you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom, letting you lay down as she cleaned herself off and then you too, running you a warm bubble bath.

"I don't care, keep it inside," Sevika kissed you again.

"I'm so sorry for fucking up our anniversary," Sevika leaned in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair gently as she helped washed your sore body.

"It's okay," you said with a tired smile, "I'm just really sleepy..."

"I know," Sevika gave you a half smile before picking you up, drying you off and putting you in bed, tucking you in. She got in bed too beside you and held you close.

"Soon... We'll have a little human all to ourselves," Sevika thought out loud to herself, looking at your already asleep face, "Sleep well, love."

— mess around [sevika]

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating, dom!sev, sub!reader, inexperienced reader (with women), size kink, light domestic kink, cum kink, tribbing, cunniligus, fingering, PRAISE, pet names, finger sucking, aggressive husband, he threatens to shoot Sevika, drinking/r gets drunk, m/f sex mentioned very briefly, r has long enough hair to braid

a/n: hi! I don't condone cheating. this is only part one, there'll be several parts ;)

wc: 6.5k

The air was thick in the outskirts of the city on Saturday morning. You rose with the sun, ready for a long day of moving, especially without your husband. This was a rushed decision, moving into this house together. You believed that the house was too large, no single couples needed three bedrooms, but your husband insisted that it would be perfect when you two chose to begin a family in future. And, well, you listened to him. He was good at talking you into things you didn’t want to do.

The house bared down on you when you arrived hours later. The porch was long, stretching around the corners of the house, large double-doors beckoning to be opened. The jagged edge of the key in your hand dug into your palm the longer you looked at the home, and you decided to suck it up and go in.

Walking in, you were greeted by a large kitchen with expansive glass windows that looked over the fields that came with the house. It was truly a gorgeous house, you were simply unsure if it was the place for you. But it was too late, the house was already yours, and the keys jingled as you sat them on the counter top.

The moving trucks would arrive soon, but you allowed yourself a moment to breathe as you walked throughout the house, peaking in each room. The largest bedroom had windows that mimicked those in the kitchen, and against your best hopes, your husband had been right. The other bedrooms would make good nurseries. For now, one would be an office and the other would be a guest bedroom. But you could envision your future.

There was a loud whistle from outside, indicating that at least one of the trucks had arrived. You released a sigh and traveled back downstairs, opening the doors with a whoosh of warm air. A mover hopped out of the large truck and came over to greet you, shaking your hand and explaining what was going to happen.

As the movers began bringing things into the house, you observed the outside. Across the street was the only close house, which sat on miles of land just as your new home did. The other house was different, though. It had miles of fencing, caging in horses and sheep, and if you squinted, you swore you could see cows in a small barn far down on the edges of the land.

Because the movers didn’t need you yet, you decided to venture across the street and meet the new neighbors. You didn’t look your best, as you were dressed to move, and you didn’t have anything to give them when you greeted them, but it didn’t matter. You could always invite the family over for dinner in the future.

There was a pair of brown, ratty cowboy boots resting against one of the steps, which made sense for the area. You were against moving south, you didn’t enjoy the heat and you had never ridden a horse before, but your husband insisted. The boots were lined with what looked like generations worth of mud, caked into every crevice and line.

You knocked on the door, waiting a moment before it opened. What you weren’t expecting was to be met with the sternum of a woman in front of you. It took you a moment to look up, and up, and up, before you met her eyes. She had a sullen expression on her face, as if you had just ruined her entire day. You tried not to think much of it, and you barely could with the attractive nature of the woman.

It was just her height that made her large - no, the woman had muscle packed onto her more than anyone you believed to have seen in your life. She was in a white shirt and jeans that hugged her muscular thighs so tightly you worried the seam would rip. Her eyes were grey, and they contrasted against her darker skin. Her hair was short, pulled away from her face and her lips were downturned as she looked at you.

“Hi,” you chirped nervously. “I just moved in across the street, I figured I would come introduce myself,” you gave her your name, a dark blush of embarrassment gracing your cheeks. “You have a lovely home.” The woman’s lips quirked into a side smirk, and your face grew hotter.

“Sevika,” her hand reached out between you, and there was a beat between you before you realized that she was offering her hand to shake. You cleared your throat, enveloping her palm in your own. Her hand practically swallowed yours. “Seems like a pretty big house for one little lady, sugar.” She joked, glancing over at the house as she leaned her weight against the door frame.

“Oh, no, it’s my husband and I. He’s away with business until late tonight, so I’m moving what I can.” A disapproving look smeared against her face.

“He left you alone?” You nodded slowly, unsure of what she was getting to. She looked over her shoulder, as if to check if anything or anyone was in her house. “If you’d like some help, I ain't got any plans ‘til the evening.” Your heart lept in your chest. Everything about your body’s reaction felt wrong. You could’ve begged this woman for help.

“That would be lovely, actually.” You smiled, trying not to seem as nervous as you felt. Your heart was thumping loudly, you swore you were about to faint. Maybe it was from the heat, women never made you feel this way in the past.

“Let me get myself cleaned up and I'll meet you over there, darlin’.” Her accent was thick. You were going to die. You nodded, smiling, and turned back in the direction of your house. At least you wouldn't have to move alone.

-

Before you knew it, the clock was striking five, and the majority of your furniture had been moved where it needed to go. Sevika did all of it - most of the time you just stood there looking pretty and instructing her where to go. Sevika thoroughly enjoyed it. She noticed the gentle bite of your lip when she lifted something heavy, your eyes tracing down the lines of her arms. You hadn't initially noticed the prosthetic in place of where her left arm should be, but it only made her that much more interesting.

For lunch you made sandwiches and lemonade, forcing her to sit and take a break instead of continuing to work for you. “Y’r just sweet as cane, ain'tcha?” she had said, taking the plate of food. You chose to ignore the rush in your panties.

You both stood in the kitchen and Sevika was breathing heavily, catching her breath after moving a series of dining chairs into your new dining room for you. You came to her, gently tracing your fingertips over her bicep as you pushed up on your toes and kissed her cheek. “Thank you so much, Sevika. I greatly appreciate it,” you said with a soft smile, “and you’re so strong.” You squeezed her arm, taking in a sharp breath at how hard the muscle actually was.

“You’re very welcome, darlin’.” When she smiled, you noticed a gap in her teeth that you hadn’t seen before. It fit her face perfectly.

“Will you let me make you dinner for your trouble?” You turned around, reaching for the single cookbook that you had bothered unpacking, resting on the counter.

“You’ve worked far too hard to be bothered with cookin’ tonight, pretty girl. Why don’t you join me? I’m going to dinner with some friends. You’ll enjoy ‘em.” You pondered for a moment, but the answer was clear. You hadn’t actually wanted to cook, but you would’ve done anything she asked.

“That would be nice. How’s six sound? I should probably clean up.” You gestured down your body at your sweaty clothes. You could already picture what you were going to wear - there was a sundress in a box in your bedroom, maybe you could track down the pair of cowboy boots you wore to a concert once.

“Sounds good, sugarplum. Wear somethin’ pretty for me, yeah?” Heat rose from your chest and crept up your neck, finding home on your cheeks. Sevika didn’t fail to notice, she adored it. No matter what she said to you, you were blushing and stuttering.

You found yourself on Sevika’s front porch at six round, inevitably in the outfit you were thinking of earlier. Your hair was in a loose braid, with a bow at the end, and you believed that you looked cute, but it could be better. Nothing compared to the way Sevika looked at you when you knocked, though.

She was in the same thing she was already wearing, except with a jacket thrown over her white tee, a cowboy hat, and some matching boots. God, you could eat her up. “Did as told, I see.” She nodded towards you, hat dipping with her head. “We’re going to the best bar in town, you ain't got nothin’ to worry about.” She walked out of the house, locking the door behind her and leading you to her car.

“So, Sevika,” you began, once you were settled into your passenger seat. “Do you live alone?” you had wondered, since she gave up her day to assist you and offered to bring you to dinner.

“Yes ma'am,” she responded, small grin painting her face. “Got some livestock ‘nd a dog. ‘s all I need.” You nodded.

“Have you ever been married?” She didn't seem like the type to enjoy marriage, and she wore no ring. Maybe you just couldn't imagine her in a traditional marriage - what kind of man would a woman like her even be interested in?

She chuckled. “Nah, holdin’ out for the right one.” you smiled. Sometimes you wondered if you held out for the right one. You loved your husband, but your love often felt fabricated. Like you had to love him, like a requirement.

She pulled up to the bar, it was a ragly old place, with a crooked sign and some wood falling off, but it was pretty. It read, plainly, The Last Drop, and you wondered where the name came from, or how she came to find this place in the middle of nowhere.

She ushered you in with a large, warm hand on the small of your back, gently directing you towards a table full of people. They already had drinks, and you feared that somehow you made the woman late.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Sevy.” A woman quipped. She wasn't like anything you'd seen before - tall, long blue hair, and tattoos. She was gorgeous, quite a sight. “Who's your lady friend?” The woman looked over at you and winked with a smirk.

“Watch it, Jinx,” she retorted, taking a seat next to a woman with pink hair, and you took the one next to her. She introduced you to the group, and a small blush crept up your cheeks. In order, she introduced everyone around the table. “Jinx and I worked for the same guy a couple years back. He passed, but she still hangs around,” Jinx shot her a look and took a sip of her drink. “Ekko, her husband. Caitlyn and Vi, they're married.” You greeted each of them.

Being with Sevika was something you had never imagined possible. She ordered and paid for your meal and your drinks, and let you get as many as you wanted. You didn't exactly feel like you fit in with her crowd of people, they were a little rowdy and loud, but the company was enjoyable.

It was late when the first couple left - Jinx and Ekko, to go relieve their babysitter. Caitlyn and Vi left soon after, no particular reason. It left you a Sevika, and when she began talking to you, the amount of alcohol in your system finally hit you.

“Sevika,” you slurred, grabbing her arm as you looked up at her, “can I have your hat?”

Her cheeks warmed, dark blush finding home on them. “What’d’ya need my hat for, babygirl?” She chuckled, trying to play off her nervousness. Clearly, you didn't know how hats worked in bars.

“‘s pretty on you,” she was still laughing as she took it off and placed it on your head. And god, you looked good. Thoughts of filth coursed through her mind and she attempted to shut them down, with no luck. You were her married neighbor. She couldn't possibly be thinking of you in the way she was.

“Let's get you home, cowgirl.” She gently grabbed your upper arm, helping you off your stool. When you stumbled, she turned you around, your back facing her front as she grabbed your forearms and helped you walk.

You slumped against her in the car, head resting on her shoulder as sleep drew you in. You didn't get drunk often, but when you did, it always made you tired. Especially after a full day of work.

Your husband's car was in the driveway when you both returned to your neighborhood. Sevika pulled into your new, fancy driveway and quickly came to your side to assist your walk into your house. After a few steps, your husband threw open the front door, anger pouring off of him.

“What the fuck is this?” He yelled at Sevika, who simply looked at him. “What the fuck did you do to my wife?” He ripped you from her arms, making you hunch and your stomach twist. Sevika backed up, hands in the air like she was facing a cop.

“We went out for dinner and she had a couple drinks. I was just bringin’r home.” She insisted. Your husband didn't care - he was livid. In his mind, some woman that he had never seen before got his wife drunk and did god knows what to you.

“Get the fuck off my property and don't fucking come back or I'll shoot you dead.” He spat, dragging you inside. You looked over your shoulder, watching Sevika walk down the driveway, shaking her head. She got in her car and drove home, and that was the last you saw of her.

To your misfortune, you remembered none of what happened the previous night when you awoke. You remembered portions of dinner, some blurry faces, Sevika’s murmured ‘babygirl’, but nothing of the way your husband treated her. And he made no effort to enlighten you as to what happened -

So, for weeks afterward when Sevika avoided you, you had no idea why. You didn’t even know if she was avoiding you on purpose, maybe she was just a busy woman. Maybe the day she spent with you was a one time thing. But, your curiosity brewed every time you saw her at home.

You knew you had too much to drink that night, but you had never taken yourself for a sloppy drunk, or a mean one. That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have said or done something vulgar, but it was out of your character. Maybe she simply didn’t enjoy your company as much as you did hers. There were millions of options, millions of reasons as to why no words had been uttered since that day.

You were growing accustomed to your new life. Your husband went to work every day, occasionally went on a business trip, and you tended to the house. It wasn’t ever what you had thought your life would look like, or wanted your life to look like. But it wasn’t bad. It was relaxing, and allowed you freedoms that you didn’t previously have when you both worked and lived in a small city apartment.

And there was the other part. You were learning to tend to the house so that you were ready for when you were to bear children - something that your husband had insisted was coming soon, and therefore had suggested you begin trying. The night he suggested that was the night the pit in your stomach became unbearable. Trying for a baby? With him? You weren’t sure you were ready for that, or frankly wanted that.

It was a sunny, warm morning when you left to get the mail. Dew had settled in the grass, and the southern air was thick. You were in a nightgown, one of your favorites, that was outlined in lace, a nice pale yellow color. You had panties that matched, clung to your skin underneath the short gown.

Before you could turn to go back up the driveway and into the house, you noticed Sevika’s door opening, and there stood the one and only. She was in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a wifepleaser, slippers finishing the outfit nicely.

“Sevika!” You yelled from across the street, a wide smile as you raised a hand to wave. Her head snapped up from her mail, but before she could hide, you were making your way across the street. She wasn’t getting out of this one. “Sevika, hi! I haven’t seen you around, you must be one busy woman.” You joked. She smiled, demeanor softening.

“You could say that,” She responded awkwardly, knowing damn well she was not a busy woman, especially not if you needed something. “Was there anything else? Don’t need your husband gettin’ all pissy again, ma’am.” Your brows knit, confusion drawing itself on your pretty features.

Fuck. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have possibly known. You were so drunk that night that there was no way you remembered what happened, and now Sevika just dropped the bomb. “Whatever do you mean, Sevika?” God, you drew her in, sweet as honey.

“I best get goin’. Gotta feed the chickens.” She had already fed her chickens today, twice because she was so tired.

“No, Sevika. What do you mean? Did he do something to you?” Sevika sighed, throwing a quick glance towards your house to assure that your husband wasn’t home. His car was missing from the driveway, and that was all she needed to know.

“The night you came out with me you drank a lot, could hardly walk by y’rself. Brought ya home and he got angry, threatened to shoot me if I came near you again. ‘m not tryna get shot anytime soon, sweet thing.” Your lips parted, small gasp falling from them. Sevika prayed she never forgot the noise.

“Sev…” you paused, trying to formulate what you wanted to say to her. “I’m so sorry he did that. His temper can get the best of him sometimes, I promise he’s a good man. We don’t own any guns. How can I apologize?” Sevika envisioned a few ways. “How about dinner? Tomorrow? He’ll be out of town for a couple days, he’s taking the train up north. I’ll cook for you?”

Sevika was blushing. Sevika never blushed. “Miss, you ain’t gotta do all that for me.”

“No, you deserve it. You must come. Tomorrow, six, please?” Your eyes softened as you looked up at her, and she would’ve moved mountains to give you what you wanted in that moment. But luckily, it was a lot easier than that.

“If you insist,” she said with a small smile, “I’ll be there, sugar.” You grinned, clapping your hands twice. “I like steak, if you’re willing.” She swore she saw your smile widen.

“Perfect, I have just the recipe. I can’t wait, I’ll see you tomorrow, Sevika!” You said eagerly, as you began walking back to your house, tossing her a wave over your shoulder.

The longer you thought about it, the more the situation angered you. Sevika was doing you a favor, a noble one at that, just to be treated like shit by the person that was supposed to protect you. Everything she said made the idea of having a child with this man less and less appealing. You hardly acknowledged him when he returned home that night, and hardly bid him farewell when he left in the morning. It was tough to look at him.

It was late afternoon when you got the food in the oven and began getting ready. You didn’t know whether this was formal or not, so you chose something in the middle. You chose a simple half up, half down style, bringing the top of your hair into a pretty bun and leaving the rest down to curl. You did your makeup, then went through your closet, trying to find something that matched the appeal you were trying to convey.

Part of you wanted to put on something that your husband would hate; a pair of jeans and a top, or even something casual. But the other half, and the half that won, begged you to dress yourself in something attractive. Something that would draw her in, making her look at you, in the ways your husband never did.

The thought was terrible, obscene even. You had never even begun to think of someone in the way you were thinking of Sevika now, especially while married. It was awful. And then you remembered what he did to her, what he did to you. How he made you move hundreds of miles from your family and quit your job to play house.

You chose a dress that was shorter than anything you believed to have ever dressed yourself in. It hardly covered your ass, and it was slutty. So very slutty, so unlike you. And you liked it. You liked the way it hugged your figure, made your boobs look fuller and your hips wider.

The dress was strapless and white, coming in at the waist and flaring slightly until it ended. You added a white bow to your bun for good measure, and a pair of white kitten heels that opened at the toe. Confidence was a drug, and you were addicted.

The oven rang moments before Sevika knocked, right on time. You took out the food and set it on the counter, tossing your oven mitts to the side to get the door. When you opened it, Sevika drank you in like a tall glass of wine. Her eyes moved along you slowly, as if she was trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. She followed the line of your dress, eyes falling on the over-exposure of your thighs, and they paused there for a moment.

And her mind was running wild.

“Hi Sevika,” you greeted, cheeks warmer than they had ever been. This was terrible, disgusting. And it was going the exact way you wanted it to. “You look nice.” She did. She was in black slacks and a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, short sleeved button-down thrown overtop. It was cropped just the right amount, ending where her slacks began. It had a gorgeous pattern of red and black and white, and it was as if your minds had thought the same, and here you were matching.

“If I’m nice, you must be world-stopping.” She said, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckle. “The food smells great.” Her eyes were addicting. You simply couldn’t draw yourself away, even after it had been several beats since she spoke.

“Do come in,” you opened the door wider and she stepped in, engulfing the doorframe. “I just need to plate the food and we can eat. Feel free to sit.” She did as told, taking a seat at the small table while you plated the food. You placed her plate in front of her, but she was too busy watching the way you worked and moved around the kitchen to bother looking at the food.

“You didn’t have to do all this, sugar. Seems like a lot of work.” You chuckled.

“It’s truly not. If anything, it’s routine. My husband has me staying home now, tending to the house. I cook a lot. You’re the first person I’ve had over in quite some time.” You took your place, smoothing out your dress. Sevika looked surprised at your remark.

“If I had a woman as pretty as you I would take her everywhere. Show’r off to the world.” Your mouth was agape again. Your husband never said things like that to you. It made your skin warm and your stomach flutter.

Realizing that you had been staring at her for a moment, you averted your gaze, dropping it to your plate in embarrassment. “You’re very nice, Sevika. You know how to talk a woman up.” She grinned, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs into a, somehow, sexy manspread. You never found the way of seating particularly attractive, but when she did it, you had several thoughts about it. Positive ones. Dirty ones.

“It’s working, then?” Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, she was speaking again. “You should eat, sugar. Food’s gon’ get cold.” She was smirking, and when you looked down at her plate, she was all but finished. You wondered how long you had been entranced by her, if it meant that more than half her food was already gone and you had hardly started.

You ate quickly, almost choking at the rate at which you stuffed your face. She was finished before you, and wasted no time taking her dishes to the sink and beginning to clean them. When you were finished, you shot up, hurrying over to her and gently pushing her to the side. “You’re a guest, you don’t have to clean your own dishes, that’s rude.” You joked, taking her plate from her hands.

“I’m a capable woman, babygirl. I can clean my own plate, I do it every day.” You shooed her hands away as she reached for her plate, until she was grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the counter, human hand holding your wrist while her mechanical arm trapped you against her.

When you looked up at her, your clit started beating. She was looking down at you, low eyes painted with displeasure. “Let me help you, angel. It won’t kill ya.”

The feelings swirling within you were nothing you had ever felt before. Your body was on fire, you were surprised that your wrist wasn’t burning Sevika’s large palm. Her body heat was radiating into you, and you could feel the meat of her thighs against yours, and the curve of her hips as they kissed your own. Your panties were wet, your thighs were sticky, but you were sure it was sweat.

“Sevika…” You whispered, but any additional thoughts were cut off by the harsh press of her lips to yours, the force pushing you against the sink even harder. Your eyes widened for a second, but quickly fluttered closed as your body accepted what was happening and leaned into it. You  pushed off the sink, pressing your front against hers. She let go of your wrist and your hands found purchase on her neck, pulling at her short hair.

She moaned softly into your mouth, grabbing your hip with her human hand and pushing your hips against the sink so your back arched a little further, tits pushed against hers. Her lips attacked yours, tongue dipping into your mouth and sucking, pulling noises out of you that you had never heard before.

You pulled away, admiring her flushed face and swollen lips. She was breathing heavily, and the look on her face dropped into terror as she realized what she had done. “I’m so sorry, ma’am.” She backed up, releasing you from your spot against the sink. “Gods,” she rubbed her hands over her face, “I just kissed a married woman in her husband’s home. I should leave.”

“Don’t.” You came to where she was standing, softly grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face. She was scared, looking at you. Scared of what could happen. Scared of how it would be if it didn’t happen.

Slowly, cautiously, you pressed up on your toes and pulled her in for another kiss. And she was lost. Gone, forever. There was no returning from this.

She grabbed your ass, lifting you easily onto the counter as she continued kissing you. Her body was hard and hot and calling you, and the way she dragged her hands up and down your waist, carefully flicking her thumb over your nipple made your panties drenched. “Do that again,” you whined, arching your tits towards her.

“Do what, sugar?” She played coy, letting her hands rest on your waist. “This?” She ran her human hand up your side and flicked her thumb over your nipple again, craving the moan that fell from your lips. “Tell me, sugar, was it this?” She pulled the top of your dress down slowly, giving you time to interject. But you didn’t, and she made quick work of removing your bra.

She left wet, hot kisses down your chest, lips latching around your nipple. She sucked hard, making you cry out and grind your hips in the air. She could’ve made a snarky comment about that, she desperately wanted to, but the way your body reacted to her mouth on your perky nipple was too compelling.

Once she had given both of your tits equal attention, she stood back up and met your eyes. “Y’r gonna have to tell me where this is goin’, baby. ‘m not goin’ any further until you tell me with words.” Your head fell against her chest, panting.

“Please, please fuck me, Sev.” With a soft ‘fuck’, she lifted you off the counter, your legs locking around her hips. She carried you down the hall with your instruction, kicking the door closed and locking it before placing you on the bed, gingerly.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, mama.” She pulled it down, waiting for you to lift your hips so she could finish the job. Before she could admire you, you were grabbing her by her t-shirt and pulling her on top of you, kissing her once again. Nothing in the world was better than this.

“Sevika,” you moaned as her mouth was reunited with your boobs. “Take off your shirt.” She did as instructed, losing her button down and t-shirt in a few short motions. It left her in her slacks and a sports bra, a great look for her. She stood at the end of the bed, and she grabbed your ankle to pull you down with her. Your ass was on the edge of the bed, and your legs were propped up, spread wide.

“Fuck,” she looked over your body, then threw her head back and shut her eyes. This was wrong. It was awful. You’re married. But the way your panties sat high on your hips and had a noticeable wet spot in the middle was enough to waiver her thoughts.

“Sevika,” you said, weakly. “What do we.. do? I’ve never done this with a woman.” She chuckled a little, sinking to her knees at the edge of the bed, so that her face was level with your cunt. You could feel her warm breath against you, and it made you shiver.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, angel. What happens next is up to you. But I need my face in y’r pussy.” She looked up at you as she painted your thighs with kisses, occasionally stopping to suck on the skin. She was careful, she didn’t leave any marks, but she adored having your skin in her mouth. She adored having you in her mouth.

You weren’t prepared for her first lick against your cunt. She licked a fat strip from bottom to top over your panties, and you reeled, arching into it and bringing your legs together. She placed both of her hands on the insides of your thighs, forcing them apart. “You’re gonna keep these open for me, ain’tcha, sugar?” Weakly, you nodded, relaxing and allowing your legs to fall apart.

She continued eating you over your panties, sucking at your clit until you weren’t sure what was from you and what was her spit, everything was drenched. She sat up, reaching for the waistband of your panties. Instinctively, you lifted your hips, and she smirked as she pulled them down. “Good job, darlin’, knew exactly what I needed.” Your stomach flipped, and you were sure you were dripping.

Sevika was looking at you like you were prey and she hadn’t eaten in a month. Your cunt was glistening, and you were practically dripping onto the bed. And it was all for her. “Well, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, mama.” You whimpered, entrance clenching at her words, and she could fucking see it. See the way your body reacted to her. She could’ve died a happy woman, right then and there.

She was on her knees again in an instant, tongue finding your clit and sucking. She did all sorts of magical things; twisted her tongue around the bud, flicked it with her tongue, sucked like something would come out if she did. You were practically crying at what she did, it was overwhelming.

Your husband had eaten you out before, several times. He claimed to like it, but it was never quite right. It was never like this. Not when Sevika placed a kiss on your clit and slipped her tongue in you, wasting no time fucking you with her tongue. Her mech hand came up and pinched your nipple, the cool metal feeling like heaven against your overheated skin.

“Sevika,” you cried, fingers winding in her hair as her tongue worked. You were getting close, she could tell. Your clit was twitching and you were clenching around her tongue, but she kissed her way back to your clit and pressed a cautionary finger against your entrance. “Sev, fuck, Sevika, please fill me up, please,” Sevika let out a deep moan into your cunt, her own clit begging for attention.

She kept her mech hand on your nipple while she slowly slid her middle finger into you, stretching you more than your husband’s fingers ever did. She took it slow, going knuckle by knuckle until you bottomed out on her finger. She didn’t rush you, letting you adjust to the feeling of her thick digit inside you before moving.

The feeling of her tongue on your clit and her finger against your g-spot had you crying and whining, begging her for more, more, more, until she gave it to you. She introduced another finger into the mix, letting her ring finger enter you at the same pace as the other.

Two fingers and her tongue must be heaven. She knew exactly what to do, and you were absolutely going to cum. Over and over, at that. She lifted up for a moment, not relenting with her pace. “Come for me, darlin’. Let me have it.”

The knot in your stomach released and all the tension in your muscles relaxed, letting your orgasm flow through your body. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped her hair tightly, the waves of pleasure more intense than any you’d felt before. She made sure she had you coming for as long as she could, unrelenting in her pace until she had milked every drop from you.

You were panting, and you let out a practically pornographic whine when she retracted her fingers from you and stood up, leaning over you. “Open y’r mouth, baby. Stick out your pretty tongue.” Her fingers were quick to breach your lips once your mouth was open, and you shut it around them, sucking your cum off her digits.

Her clit hurt. It was beating so hard, and watching you suck her fingers just made her go even more crazy. She pushed your limits, forcing her fingers further down her throat to see how much you could take. And to her surprise, you took them to the base with no problem, and it made her desperate to see her strap down your throat. “That’s my good girl, ain’t it? Suckin’ me so good.” You moaned, but it was muffled around her fingers.

The hat resting on your closet door handle caught her eye, and a malicious idea bloomed in her. “I want you to ride me, angel. Needa’ come on your pussy.” You sat up, watching her as she grabbed her hat from the closet handle. She tossed it to you and unbuckled her pants, pulling them from her body inch by inch until you got to see all of her. Her boxers came off next, and it was such a sight.

She plopped down on the bed, and you looked at her expectantly, waiting for further instruction. Her legs spread, and she lifted one of them to make space between them for you. You made assumptions, hovering between her legs and glancing over at her. “Ride me, cowgirl. Go until you feel good.”

It took some maneuvering for you to find an angle that worked for both you and Sevika, but when it did, it was earth shattering. Her clit against yours felt like you had been blessed by God, and her wetness seeping into yours felt like she could get you pregnant. She was groaning beneath you, humping you like some kind of fucking dog, and it was the best thing ever.

She reached over and grabbed her hat, placing it on your head. “That’s it, that’s my cowgirl, ain’t it? Fuck, you ride me so well, baby.” You came down harsher against her, the feeling too good to be slow or soft.

“Nnghh- vika,” that is what got Sevika over the edge. Hearing you moan that nickname like a fucking pornstar had her gripping your hips and holding you in place as she fucked up into you and came all over you, whimpering like a bitch in heat. A string of curses fell from her pretty lips before she released your hips and let you chase your second orgasm, one that had you falling onto her chest, unable to move from your fucked out muscles.

After a couple minutes she gently brushed your hair away from your face, admiring your beauty.  You groaned softly, sitting up on your elbow to meet her eyes. “That was really good.” You said, softly. “What if you stay the night?” Sevika shook her head, crawling out of the bed.

“‘m sorry, sweet thing. I don’t feel right stayin’ here after fuckin’ you. ‘s not fair to y’r husband.” You pouted, remembering his existence, to your misfortune. Sudden emotions flooded you as you watched Sevika dress; you just cheated on your husband, and had sex with a woman. Not just any woman - your neighbor. That you would have to see, every day, for the rest of your time living in this neighborhood.

She pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and you let your eyes flutter shut, you let yourself enjoy it before it was wrong. “Bye, Sevika. I’ll see you at happy hour next week?” She smiled softly, knowing she would do anything and everything in her power to be there for you.

“Absolutely, babygirl.” And with that, she was gone.

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SECOND CHANCE I

FIRST ENCOUNTER

Modern!Sevika x Chubby!Reader

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Contents: mentions of teenage pregnancy, slight mentions of homophobia, brief description of a motorcycle accident where Sevika lost her arm, age gap (Sevika is 40, reader is 22), I gave reader a name but it’s only mentioned once, heavy flirting.

Summary: Sevika decides to leave her shady life behind and moves across the globe with Anna, a friend from high school. Sevika is caught off guard by her attraction to you, Anna’s daughter.

A.N: This is the first part, a bit short but I have much more coming up… I feel the need to clarify that I placed this in Spain cause well, I live here lol. I have a full on backstory for Sevika that I’ll be sprinkling throughout. Also, I’m tagging the people who commented/rebloged my other post because I figured you would appreciate it. Enjoy!! @burntoutghost @vii-v @humbledaylily556 @ttsuvsworld @sevikaslatinawife @booksconsumeme @sevikaaaalover @shanesevikasfuckdoll

The sun was aggressive, slicing through the sky with no mercy. Sevika squinted against it, her sunglasses doing a piss-poor job of cutting through the glare bouncing off the white stone of Anna’s house. The sky was the kind of bright blue that felt offensive after countless hours on a plane with recycled air and a plastic tray of something that barely passed for chicken. 

Sevika stood on the uneven walkway leading up to the front door, sweat sticking her shirt to her back, the heat already settling in her bones like some kind of punishment. Her body was used to a different climate. A harsher one, where the heat came in waves, but never quite like this. This felt oppressive, almost suffocating.

The house itself was modest, weathered and alive in a way that felt foreign— potted plants wilting under the midday sun, laundry drying on the line, half-dry dishes stacked near an open window .The details were simple but somehow too much for her — too normal. The laundry, the dishes, the faint hum of life happening in every corner of the house. It felt so lived-in, so comfortably human, and Sevika couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, a stray dog caught on the wrong doorstep. Homey, in a way she couldn’t even remember.

Her throat felt dry, her chest tight. Maybe she was supposed to feel comforted. But all she felt was out of place. Before she could bring herself to knock, the door swung open. Anna's face appeared in the frame, warm and welcoming.

“There you are!”

Anna was older, but not much. The same laughter lines by her eyes, the same easy warmth in her expression that felt like a slap after the years of hard edges and cold glances Sevika had gotten used to. Her face was rounder now, her features softer, but her voice was the same. Her hair was pinned back in that same loose style Sevika remembered from high school, when they had both been different shades of unwanted. A teenage mom and a one armed lesbian. Hell of a pair back then. And there it was again, that jarring sense of time — Anna had moved on, grown into the woman she was meant to be. 

Anna’s arms opened wide, and before Sevika could think to sidestep, Anna was hugging her like it hadn’t been years since they stood in the same room. Sevika’s body went stiff out of habit, her arm hovering awkwardly before she finally gave in and patted Anna’s back with the flat of her palm. The motion was stiff, the touch too light, too careful. But the warmth of Anna’s hug seeped into her anyway, uninvited, like it had every other time. 

“You look like hell”Anna said, stepping back with a teasing grin that didn't quite hide the worry behind it. 

It was the kind of grin that made Sevika feel like Anna could see right through her. After all, she knew everything. Years of wrong choices and the time spent in prison. And still, Anna was welcoming her into her house like nothing had changed. 

“Flight was hell”Sevika grunted, her voice rough from too many cigarettes in airport smoking lounges. She hadn't realized how much she missed the sound of Anna’s laugh until she heard it again. 

Inside, the house smelled like coffee, sunscreen and something floral. The furniture did not match, the floors were clean but scuffed, there were photos crowding every shelf and sun-faded postcards pinned to the fridge. It was a house people lived in, not just passed through. A life built piece by piece, sunny and uneven.

It was too clean to Sevika’s comfort, too open. Like it hadn’t seen bad choices made at 3 a.m or fights over half empty baggies. This was a house for soft mornings and wine in the afternoon. Sevika’s boots felt too heavy on the tile floor, her presence too sharp for the soft world Anna had built here.

Then you walked in. Hair still damp, skin sun warm, bikini bright enough to hurt her eyes against curves Sevika couldn't help but notice. Thick thighs, soft belly, a body that took up space in the most unapologetic way. A body that commanded attention without trying. Sevika found herself frozen for a second, eyes trailing down the curve of your waist, the way your skin seemed to catch the light like it was made of something softer than anything she could touch.

You paused in the doorway, eyes flicking over Sevika with open curiosity, and for a split second, Sevika was caught off guard— exposed. She stood tall, her board frame catching your attention, tanned skin rippling with muscle beneath the faded sleeve of her t-shirt. Tattoos covered her visible arm, a labret piercing glinted beneath her asymmetrical lips.  Every inch of her felt like a statement, sharp against the softness of the room.

You turned to your mother, effortlessly switching into Spanish, assuming Sevika wouldn’t understand.

“No me esperaba que tu amiga estuviese tan buena”

I didn’t expect your friend to be so hot. 

In a different situation, Sevika might have felt a flash of pride. Her Spanish was rusty, but good enough to understand you. Instead, her brow twitched, a brief flicker of surprise crossing her face, but she didn’t say anything. Anna snorted, swatting at you with the back of her hand. But Sevika’s focus was already elsewhere, her mind replaying your words.

“Cállate”Anna said, but she was laughing. 

Sevika didn't react, even when you turned to face her again and gave her a slow, deliberate, onceover. It wasn’t the kind of look she was used to — it wasn’t hungry or mocking, just curious. You didn’t bother hiding your fascination. You looked at the scars, the empty sleeve, the worn lines of her face.  The silence between them stretched for a moment before you stuck out your hand.

“Hey”you said”I’m Angela”

Sevika took your hand without thinking. Your grip was confident, fingers soft but firm. You held on just a little longer than necessary, feeling her calloused hand against yours. 

“Sevika”she said, her voice low and flat. 

“Cool name”you said, smiling like you had already decided you liked her. 

The curiosity was still there. The half-sleeve where her arm should have been, the faded tattoos, the scars on her left side, her uneven lips. It was clear in the tilt of your head, the way your gaze lingered for just a fraction too long. There was no pity, just interest. 

Anna was talking, half distracted, explaining something about the shop and leaving Sevika to settle in. But you didn’t leave the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, watching her like you were trying to figure her out. You didn't even try to be subtle. Every time Sevika’s eyes looked your way, you shifted — stretching for something on the top shelf, the hem of your bikini bottoms slipping lower on your soft hips. You were showing off, making sure she saw every curve, every centimeter of soft skin.

And Sevika saw all of it. She liked big women — had always liked the way they filled her hands, her lap, the way they carried themselves. And you? You were a perfect example of it. Softness and confidence, wrapped into one. The way you moved, the way you bent just a little too far, making sure your ass caught her eye — it wasn’t an accident. It was deliberate. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were doing it to draw her in. Sevika 's jaw tightened. She was too old for this. Too tired for games like that. But the thing was, she was already looking.

“Make yourself at home!”Anna’s voice called, her voice fading down the hall as the door clicked shut.

A mischievous grin appeared on your face as you reached for the sunscreen. You knew exactly what you were doing while you poured the creamy liquid over your body. You made a show of it. Fingers spreading the lotion across your skin, palms gliding down over your stomach, your hips, fingers teasing at the edge of your bikini bottoms. Just enough to make Sevika’s pulse hitch.

Sevika turned away. Too late. Her throat was dry, a flicker of heat creepin up her neck. When she glanced back, you were still watching her. Smirking, not even pretending to hide the satisfaction in your eyes

“Hey”you said, your voice all sugar and mischief”Can you help me with my back?”

“You can’t do it yourself?” Sevika asked, her eyes narrowed.

Her brow arched, but her feet were already moving, like her body had decided before her mind could stop it. 

“I could”you smiled, trying to look innocent”But you have a strong hands”

Sevika’s stomach tightened. She shouldn’t. You were too young. Anna 's daughter. She shouldn't feel this pull, shouldn’t want any of this. But she was already beside you, her hand slick with sunscreen, hovering just inches from your skin. 

Your back was warm under her palm, skin soft and smooth. Sevika’s fingers were rough where yours had been gentle. When her palm slid up between your shoulder blades, you made a low sound. Not quite a sigh, but close enough to make her fingers twitch, a reminder that this was no ordinary touch.

“Harder” you murmured, quiet but commanding.

You tipped your head to the side so you could watch her from the corner of your eye. Her fingers pressed down, kneading the sunscreen into your skin, sliding down the dip of your waist and over the curve of your hip. You arched into it, your body eager, seeking more. 

Sevika’s heart picked up its pace. It was hard to ignore your body so close to hers, they way you responded to her touch, like you needed it. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. But it was hard to fight when every inch of you seemed to beg for her hands.

“So strong… just as I like them”

Sevika’s fingers faltered just for a second before dragging back up your spine, slower this time. Her pulse was steady, heavy thud in her ears. You stayed still, letting her touch you, trusting her hand to find its way. Once your back was covered with lotion, Sevika pulled her hand away. Half relieved it was over, half wishing it hadn’t ended just yet. 

“Thanks, Sevika”you said, turning around. 

“Anytime” she replied, her voice forced to be flat. 

You smirked, walking away to find a towel and a pair of flip flops. You made sure to sway your hips, making your ass jiggle while Sevika’s eyes struggled to look away. But you knew she was watching, unable to look anywhere else.

“I’ll be down at the beach”you said”Join me if you are not too tired”

Then you were gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of sunscreen and the soft patter of your feet on the tile. Sevika exhaled slowly, running a hand down her face as if trying to shake off the feeling that had crept up on her. Reluctantly, she grabbed her bag, shoulders tight, and walked down the hallway. 

The guest room was small, but comfortable. Walls pale green, the window open to let the salt air drift in. There were fresh sheets on the bed, folded towels stacked on top of the dresser. Small kindnesses she didn't know how to accept. 

Sevika sat at the edge of the bed, her duffel bag slumped at her feet like a tired dog. Worn canvas, frayed at the seams. The zipper stuck halfway if she wasn’t careful. Everything she owned fit inside it. Forty years of life reduced to a few changes of clothes, a pack of smokes and some old, faded photos. 

Sometimes it felt like a failure, proof that she had fucked it all up. Letting her whole life shrink down to something she could carry with one hand. Other times, it felt like freedom. No furniture, no keys, no lease, no obligations or ties to anything. If she wanted to leave, she could be out the door in less than a minute. Better that way. 

Sevika bent down, unzipping the bag slowly. The faint scent of old leather and cigarette smoke curled up from inside, a scent that had been with her through more motel rooms than she cared to count. She dug through her clothes, bare essentials she had packed without thinking. 

At the bottom, under a rolled up hoodie, her fingers found a Polaroid. It was creased, the colors had faded. Anna’s smile is a little softer, Sevika’s teenage scowl a little blurrier. They were standing in front of Sevika’s old motorcycle, the one she’d rebuilt from scrap after her uncle’s buddy found it rusting in a junkyard. Anna, seventeen and pregnant, wearing a band tee that stretched over her growing belly. Sevika, sixteen, already tall and broad shouldered, her arm still intact, her hair in a messy mullet. The photo felt like another life, another version of herself. 

She left the photo carefully, fingers lingering for just a moment. Her hand automatically found the scar where her left arm used to be. The skin was thick, knotted, a patchwork of surgeries. She knew every ridge and dip, could map the damage with her eyes closed.  

The accident came back in pieces— the smell of burnt rubber, the sickening crack of bone, the grinding scrape of skin against asphalt. Blood everywhere, her helmet shattered, the world spinning in a blur of pain and terror. She never rode again after that. Losing the arm should have been enough, but it was the way people looked at her afterward that stuck with her. They either stared too long or couldn’t meet her eyes at all. The girl who was already a freak for being too butch, too loud about liking girls, had become something even worse: a cautionary tale. 

Anna was the only one of her friends who stayed by her side. Even pregnant, even scared, Anna still sat with her in the sterile quiet of the hospital room, snuck her smokes when the nurses weren’t looking. They’d both been outcasts, orbiting each other like misfit planets — Anna with her growing belly, Sevika with her missing arm. Nobody else wanted them, so they stuck together.

And now here they were, more than twenty years later. Anna with her sunlit house, her life stitched together with a thousand little comforts, and Sevika, with her duffel bag full of nothing, clinging to the past like it might slip through her fingers if she let it go. Sevika slipped the Polaroid into the drawer beside the bed. Out of sight, but not too far. Some things you don’t throw away, even when you probably should. 

The sound of laughter floated in through the open window. Your laugh, bright and teasing. It prickled under her skin, already too aware of the heat still lingerie on her palm from your bare back. Sevika leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her hand resting on her stomach. 

Forty years in a duffel bag. Better that way. Probably. But there was something different about this place. A softness in the air, a possibility she hadn’t let herself believe in years. For the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like she was just running away.

The Family: Eve's Anger Issues

The tension in the living room was thick. Eve’s clenched fists were shaking at her sides, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. Rai, typically reserved, stood near the corner, her posture stiff as if bracing for impact.

The rest of the kids were scattered around the room, nervous, their eyes darting to each other but not daring to move closer. The air was charged, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

Eve's voice cut through the silence, low and seething, “You don’t get it, do you, Rai? You think I can’t tell when you’re just trying to get under my skin?”

Rai, looking like she wants to shrink into herself, opened her mouth but didnt say anything. Her wide, expressive eyes darted to the others, silently pleading for someone to intervene.

“I didn’t mean to—” Rai started, but Eve’s glare silenced her instantly.

“I don’t care what you meant!” Eve snapped her voice rising, hands trembling with barely contained rage. “Just stay the hell out of my way.”

The others shifted nervously, avoiding eye contact, clearly terrified of what might happen next.

They knew Eve’s anger issues well, but this felt different—more intense than before. Everyone's on edge, unsure how to handle the situation.

That’s when Luna stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “Eve, stop,” she said, her usual composure steadying the atmosphere. “Take a breath. This isn’t helping anyone.”

Eve whirled on her, her fists now balled tightly, eyes flashing with the familiar fire. “What? You think I care about your little ‘calm down’ speech?” She spat out the words, pacing aggressively. “No one gets it. I’m tired of it.”

Luna didnt back down. Her posture was strong, like she’s used to being the peacekeeper in moments like this.

“I know you’re frustrated, Eve. But this isn’t the way to solve anything.” Luna took a slow, measured step closer. “You can’t take it out on Rai. It’s not her fault.”

Eve’s breath hitched for a second, her gaze flickering between Luna and Rai. But the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface. “She... she’s just so damn... quiet,” Eve spat out, hands opening and closing like she’s about to punch something. “I can’t deal with her being so—so distant all the time!”

Most of them already knew Rai was as antisocial as they came but oh well…

Luna’s expression softened. “She’s not quiet, Eve. She’s... different. She’s not trying to upset you, but you’ve got to stop reacting like this.” She paused, her tone gentle but insistent. “Please, just talk to her. It’s not too late.”

As the argument continued, Evangeline snuck out of the living room, phone in hand. Ash saw her leave and wanted to call out but decided against it.

Evie sank down to the floor away from the living room, calling me. “Mama…” she whispered. “It's world war three here.”

“Hold up, Sev, it's Evie.” I said before responding, “What's going on there, sweetie?”

“It's Eve.”

As Evangeline explained what was happening there, I could see Sevika going deep in thought beside me. “We're coming.” I said hanging up.

Evangeline sighed and returned to the living room.

Mimi gave a half-hearted laugh, but it came out more nervous than anything. “Okay, okay… this is a bit much even for me,” she muttered, before looking at Libby for some kind of reassurance.

Libby, who had been avoiding the whole mess, finally let out a sigh. “Whatever. As long as she doesn’t wreck anything, I’m good.”

Ash, still standing in the corner, looked like she was trying to decide whether she should step in or not. She scratched the back of her neck, clearly uncomfortable.

And then, the door swung open—

I instantly walked over to Eve, not bothering to take my beige heels off. I pulled her in a hug, her head against my chest. With a huff, she wrapped her arms around me, too but then calmed down surprisingly quickly.

“Geez, you kids.” Sevika muttered, looking at Ash, “You good?”

“Yeah, just thought Eve would eat Rai alive for a teensy weensy second there.”

Luna saw Rai shedding a few silent tears and swiftly wiping them off with her sleeve— the others saw too. Everyone started hugging Rai, Mimi being the first to squish her cheek against Rai’s.

“I didn't mean to lash out.” Eve said seeing Rai cry, she hid her face in my chest and I sighed. “It's okay.” I whispered.

After a while longer of Eve staying tucked under my arm, I gave her a pat on the shoulder. “C'mon, go join your sisters.” I nodded towards the group hug surrounding Rai.

Eve’s eyes were now glossy when she ran into the group hug, shoving Mimi away and hugging Rai— now both of them sobbing.

I exhaled deeply before smiling slightly at the scene. Sevika walked up beside me, placing a hand on my waist.

“You did well, babe.”

“I didn't do anything.” I leaned my head against her shoulder.

“I'm just so proud of them.”

“I am, too.”

— sevika having baby fever

synopsis: after waking up from a rather unexpected dream, sevika’s been a little bit more handsy than usual, as well as suggesting ideas you never would’ve thought would come out of her mouth. but you’re not against it.

tags: mentions of pregnancy, top!sevika, bottom!reader, breeding kink, strap-ons, daddy kink.

notes: just a small little drabble because the idea of sevika having baby fever enticed me, also don’t ask me about the back to back horny posting I don’t know what took over me either.

the idea of a child never appealed to sevika.

it’s not that she hates kids, she was actually quite neutral about them. she found them adorable, but not having one wasn’t something she’d consider a loss

so she doesn’t understand where the goddamn dream came from.

it came to her in a blur, but one moment she was in deep slumber, her vision engulfed in darkness then the next, your face suddenly showed. this wasn’t the first time she’s dreamt about you, as a matter of fact you’re a reoccurring actress in almost all of her dreams. specifically the lewd ones.

and in this dream you stayed relatively the same. your hair was still at its familiar length, along with the crookedness of your smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

the difference was the shape of your tummy. as her dream continued her mind began to pick up the alterations of your body, how your stomach was fuller, and not in the way it usually is after you ate a full meal and end up a bit bloated. no, it was rounder.

perplexed, she walked closer to you and it was then she picked up on the setting her mind conjured up. it was your shared bedroom, but as she looked past you, she noticed a little addition in the corner between the closet and the window.

a small, wooden crib.

inside there were small baby pink pillows and a linen blanket with floral patterns embroidered on the material. plushies of varying animals could be seen inside as well.

as her eyes scanned the display, your soft voice finally broke her out of her reverie:

“you excited, honey?” you asked, your eyes fluttering up at her, and there was a glow to your face that she couldn’t quite place. you were radiant, and she was enthralled.

your hands smoothen over your belly before you reached up and touched her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice merely a whisper “thank you for making me a mommy.”

she woke up in cold sweat that night.

ever since she’s been acting weird around you. asking you certain questions that raised an eyebrow or two, being extra handsy whenever you’re in the kitchen and she’d sneak up behind you, wrap her strong arms around your waist, which she’s always done whenever you were washing the dishes or cooking, but this time you noticed her hands were extra attentive to your belly.

how her palm would smooth over your midsection, kissing the pulse point below your ear, and nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. holding you in a way as if she was scared that at any moment, you’d slip away.

yeah, something was definitely up with her.

you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the issue was but you’d notice how her attention would drift off to certain things she never would’ve paid any mind back then.

you noticed it when you went to the market and brought sevika with you, too busy scanning the aisles of fresh vegetables that you didn’t pick up on the way sevika’s eyes wandered elsewhere.

specifically to the little kids playing far off into the distance chasing each other around with huge smiles on their faces, making sevika’s chest flutter and she was so fixated on the sight that her ears drowned out your voice and didn’t even notice you were calling out her name.

“sev,” you snapped your fingers in front of her face which finally caught her attention “are you there? I was asking if you’d like chicken soup for dinner?”

she cleared her throat and just nodded “y-yeah, it’s up to you, honey.”

you weren’t dumb. you noticed where her eyes drifted to and it was only a matter of time before the topic was brought up. but of course, she was stubborn, not to mention quite shy when voicing out her interest on a matter as serious as children.

regardless, you persisted.

“something bothering you, baby?” you asked her as you settled in bed late one night.

she shook her head “no, I’m fine.”

you hummed, your hands rubbing her forearms as you moved to straddle her lap.

“it doesn’t seem like you are. you’ve been distracted.” you said as you leaned down to pepper kisses down her neck “you know you can tell me anything…”

her chest tightened at your soft tone before she finally lets out a sigh “I had a dream a few nights ago.”

you listened intently as you motioned with your head for her to continue.

“it was weird because the idea never even crossed my mind before but… I dreamt you were pregnant. with my child. it’s crazy, I know. it’s not like it’s possible anyways but… I just can’t it get out of my mind.”

“the thought of having kids?”

she nodded as her flesh hand gripped your waist “and just… you. carrying my child. fuck baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

her voice dropped several octaves lower as she recalled the entire dream by memory “your belly was round, and you were glowing. you know that pregnancy glow they talk about? you had that. and your tits were all swollen and you looked so happy…”

you bit your lip as you started grinding lazily on her thighs, and you swore her eyes darkened.

“yeah? you liked the idea of knocking me up, honey?” you whispered, leaning down to press your mouth against hers “like the idea of making me a mommy?”

it was as if she was transported back to that dream, and she couldn’t help the primal need that suddenly uncoiled inside her hearing your words and how pliant you became.

“you like the idea?” she asked, her tone husky and it took a while for you to answer as you pondered.

after a minute or two, you nodded “if I’m being honest, it never crossed my mind either. thinking about it now though…”

her palm gripped your ass, making you squirm as she sat up a little so her face was closer to yours.

“you wanna have my kid, sweetheart?“ she asked “be my little housewife who walks around taking care of our baby while I go out and provide for our family?“

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped sevika’s shoulders.

“please daddy,”

and that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face pushed against the mattress as sevika plowed in and out of you with her strap. your juices dripping off her cock as she throws her head back and moans, the harness hitting her clit just right and causing the perfect amount of friction.

she reaches forward and takes you by your hair and pulls “that’s it. take it. take it for me, mama. such a good cunt that’s gonna take all my cum. you’re gonna take it won’t you?”

you nodded, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth “please, daddy. it feels so good.” you were basically slurring your words at this point and sevika couldn’t help but chuckle at your state. so cock drunk as she took you by your arms, and held you up so your back was against her chest.

she gripped both your tits with her flesh and mech hand, the cold texture of her metal fingers pinching your nipple and a shiver ran down your spine at the sensation. all the while you jostled violently in her hold as she kept hammering into you.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, reaching down with her right hand as she fingered the hood of your clit and rubbed, making you cry out “gonna fill it to the brim with my cum so you’ll have no choice but to carry my fucking kid. you will won’t you, sweetheart?”

you panted heavily as the fast strokes of her fingers and the harsh thrust of her cock inside you made your head spin “daddy, please. fuck. it feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum. put a baby inside me please. make me a mommy.”

“oh, I’m gonna give it to you, alright. I’ll have one, two, three and heck, ten fucking children running around this house by the time I’m done with you.” beads of sweat slid down her forehead as she felt the throes of her orgasm approaching.

“because that’s all you’re good for right? to have your tight little cunt stuffed and bred?”

your climax tore through you so hard all you could do was whine in a silent cry, meanwhile sevika kept battering in and out of you still as your slick pooled down your thighs, the loud smacking of wet skin filling the room as she chased her own release.

“that’s it…” she muttered, holding you close “if only I could, I’d fuck this pussy just enough to get you pregnant on the first try.”

you sighed, blissful as you continued to let sevika use you, thinking if she really could. you’d let her.

over and over and over again.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ SEVIKA .ᐟ

✮ works :

° reader kisses a bunch of arcane women ° badroommate!sevika

✮ headcanons :

° sevika's overstimulating you ° roommate!sevika being the worst ° roommate!sevika hears you masturbating

— ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

synopsis; outlaw cowboy sevika takes a detour and ends up lost at night with nowhere to stay. stumbling over to your house, she hopes it's not an old husband with a rifle and luckily, it's not.

pairing; outlaw cowboy sevika x widow farm-girl reader

cw; age gap, inexperienced (w/ women) reader, experienced sevika, sub!reader, dom!sevika, oral (r!receiving), tribbing

The sun blared down relentlessly on the farm, a scorching sunset that felt more suited to the height of summer than the gentle welcome of spring. The air shimmered with heat and humidity, and the horses stood restlessly, needing constant relief, their flanks fanned with hastily created gusts and cool buckets of water at the ready, providing brief moments of respite from the sweltering heat. It was that time of year again when the pace quickened and the workload surged, a stark reminder of the solitude that had settled over the farm. You shouldered the immense responsibility alone, grappling with the demands of each day, marking the second year since your husband had passed. Yet, the absence was not necessarily what left you scarred, but the loneliness.

The sundress draped over your boots, its delicate fabric gathering at the hem as you hiked it up to avoid the mud that threatened to cling to the ruffles at the bottom. Your hand shielded your features from the harsh sun, refilling the buckets of water constantly at the horse's disposal. Once the job was done, you rushed towards the steps into your home. Sitting on one of the steps, you removed your boots with grace and kept them on the stairs before wandering into your house.

As Sevika’s horse trotted along the parched dirt path, it kicked up a swirling cloud of dust that danced in the golden light of the setting sun. The outlines of a quaint village began to emerge, revealing a tapestry of little houses nestled amid patches of vibrant green grass and fields dotted with diligent farmers. The warm hues of dusk cast long shadows, and Sevika squinted against the sun's glare, readjusting her wide-brimmed hat to shield her eyes. Her sense of direction wavered, adding a hint of uncertainty to her journey as she moved toward a barn.

She had no choice but to ask for hospitality from a stranger. Her best bet was to find someone's wife on a good day instead of an old man with a rifle and in the know about her crimes. It was unlikely such a situation would conclude in her demise, but rather another dilemma to cover up. A clueless woman she could butter up with a charming gaze and the seducing threat of her strap carried on her hip.

Sevika dismounted from her horse, the leather saddle creaking softly as she slid to the ground. With a practiced motion, she looped the reins around a sturdy post. As she strolled toward the imposing wooden doors of the largest barn, her hat threatened to slip from her head, catching the afternoon breeze. She ascended the worn steps, her boots clicking evenly against the weathered wood, and caught sight of a pair of feminine boots resting by the entrance. With a mix of curiosity and caution, she lifted her hand, her knuckles rapping sharply against the door, her expression unyielding just in case.

Your eyes shot open at the thudding coming from your front door, putting down the heavy load of laundry with a lavender aroma to go towards your lock. Your hands trembled as you twisted the lock, reminding yourself of where your late husband's gun was. With a swift motion, the door creaked open to reveal the intimidating and broad figure of a woman with a familiar face. Your lips parted in an O shape, scars painted through out Sevika’s arms and the holster around her hips. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the bulging muscles and mean expression, words stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Sevika’s jaw unclenched at the pure sight of a tender woman, floral pattern sundress reaching down to her toes. Sevika palmed the hat, removing it out of manners and respect. Her expression now turned sickeningly sweet, a smirk plastered across her lips. “Good day, ma’am.” Sevika spoke with a bourbon-smooth voice. Your hands formed into fists around the fabric of your dress, unsure of what this woman wanted. “Please.. I'm not old enough for such a title,” You joked in response, a humorless chuckle leaving your mouth.

Sevika winked, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. “Well, me and my horse are unfortunately a lost cause. Been on my travels and it seems I took the wrong turn.” She shifted to the side, allowing you the sight of a nearly dehydrated horse. Pity overwhelmed you, a pout gracing your face. Animals always were your soft spot. “Oh goodness, that's terrible,” Even now with the information given to you, it confirmed your suspicions. This woman had a large bounty on her head, her face established in every newspaper. But Lord, how could you deny the willing and attractive face, especially in times of loneliness?

“Do you think I could spend the night here, miss?” Sevika’s voice carries a subtle urgency, a plea veiled in the softness of her words. You pause, biting your glossy bottom lip as a swirl of thoughts dances through your mind. She’s not just armed with a weapon; there’s a strength about her that draws you in, making the prospect of her company seem less daunting.

With a gentle nod, you agree, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected invitation. You swiftly maneuver your boots back onto your feet, readying yourself to tend to the horse. A sigh of relief escapes Sevika, though behind her calm demeanor lurks a myriad of unanswered questions about your innocence.

Following your lead, she grasps the rope with a firm yet careful grip, guiding the horse alongside you. The air is thick with the earthy scent of the stable as you move in harmonious silence, your hands deftly lifting the hem of your dress to prepare food and water. You attend to the animals with polish, filling separate buckets with food and water.

It wasn't long before you both headed inside, Sevika removing her boots outside your home and hanging the hat up on a rack. Your home was picturesque and tidy, with no physical stench of a husband or a man left behind. You stood behind the counter of your kitchen, holding a damp rag in nervousness. “I'm sure you must be parched,” You broke the silence, gazing up at Sevika. She cocks a brow at your fidgety behavior but thinks nothing of it, nodding and leaning against your counter. “Is iced tea to your liking?” You mumble and Sevika nods once again.

You got to work, the citrus scent and taste of iced tea beginning to fill the crevices of your home, the laundry completely forgotten as your mind was fixed on the woman. You kept your gaze averted, squeezing the lemons, and then stuttering out a question. “Will you continue to flaunt the harness around your hips or would you prefer a place to store them?” Sevika chuckles at how observing you were, the sound of metal clacking at bay while she lays it on the counter. “I'm sure you're curious,“ She daunts. You giggle sweetly and pour two glasses for you and the older woman. “There is quite much to be curious about.” You state as the icy beverage slips down your dry throat. “Yeah, likewise.” She hums out and mimics your gestures.

“You can ask away, Sevika.” You slip up, her name stumbling off your tongue with such ease. You could only possibly know from the name in bold on every daily newspaper. Your fingers crossed anxiously hoping she didn't catch that. All Sevika did was raise a brow, noticeably troubled. She shrugs it off, walking closer to you and strumming a hand on your waist. “You're not married.” She stated, her hand grazing over yours, fingers tracing the spot on where a ring was supposed to be.

You jerked your hand away, “He passed.” She hurls at the words, hand moving towards your face. Your solitude left you in an utmost desperate and pathetic state, leaning into her touch. She hid her resentment as she spoke, “Pity,” Her hands tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, keeping eye contact with you as your lashes fluttered at her. “You shoulder the responsibility of both man and woman.” Sevika pities, nearly coming into your ear. You shake your head thoughtlessly.

Sevika observed the way you shuddered, each subtle twitch betraying the vulnerability you felt whenever her hands brushed your skin. You were inexperienced in the realm of intimacy with women, particularly with someone as seasoned and older as she was, whose presence both intrigued and intimidated you. Each gentle touch sent ripples of uncertainty through you, awakening sensations you had never encountered before. Her past of crime alongside the thoughts that worried you clouded your mind. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She mumbled, her lips hovering over your ear and cheek, leaving you breathless. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

You shake your head, observing how she pressed her body flush against yours with no care. “Have you?” Your little whisper of intrigue made Sevika chuckle, ghosting kisses down your neck. You felt dirty and guilty for making such a mockery of your late husband. So close to making love in his own home. You simply wanted to be kind and shelter a woman for a day or two. “Oh, darling.” She humored you, tongue soaking the sides of your jawline, eyebrows knitting together. “I've had many— younger, older, meaner.” Her laundry list could potentially go on. “I don't think any have been as sweet as you, could bite into you and it’d be pure sugarcane.” Her teasing seemed like mocking yet she truly meant most of it. Nonetheless, he enjoyed your little gasps.

Your lips hovered just inches apart, poised for connection, yet she could see the reluctance flickering in your eyes, a hint of shame casting a shadow over the moment. It was a feeling she didn’t want to linger. With a soft sigh, Sevika stepped back, arching an eyebrow as she distanced herself from the counter. "Is there anywhere I can freshen up? The sun has set below the horizon; it feels like it’s finally time for some rest," she remarked, her tone blending curiosity with a hint of playfulness.

You break out of the trance, guiding her softly toward the bathroom. As she navigates the living room, her gaze catches on the open newspaper sprawled across the coffee table, featuring a prominent image of her face that commands attention. A small laugh escapes her lips, and she quickens her pace to follow after you, a spark of entertainment in her eyes. It seems you held less unknowingness than she initially thought.

Her shower lasted 20 minutes, granting you a rare moment of silence to collect yourself. You took the time to light candles scattered throughout your home, their warm flickering flames casting a soft, ambient glow that filled the space with clarity. Leaning back on the sofa with cozy, off-white blankets, you folded the freshly washed clothes, the fabric soft and fragrant, as you savored the comforting atmosphere that surrounded you. You could hardly focus on the repetitive movements, leg bouncing with anticipation for her to hurry out. As the water began to drain, avid footsteps on the wooden clad floor making herself known.

The light presented her with a more in-depth portrayal than simple sunlight, a black, cropped wife-pleaser decorating her expansive shoulders and back, the lack of a bra letting you stare at her hardened nipples. You tried to avoid that, staring down towards her mid-rise pants that exposed the trail of hair leading up towards her navel. A throaty whimper escaped you, crossing your legs scandalously. “Am I sleeping on a couch or a bed? Anything of the sort is fine,” Sevika was consciously avoiding the elephant in the room, her previous suggestive touch. You cleared your throat, eyeing her face instead which had damp, face-framing strands of hair covering some features.

“You could take the guest room,” You mumbled, pinching the flame in the living room and walking toward the end of the hallway. An untouched room was opened, perfectly set up for any potential or unwarranted guests. She towered over you when beside you, leaning against the doorframe while observing the spare room. She walks in, hand flat on the cotton sheets. You let out a long breath while turning around.

Your steps were interrupted by Sevika’s voice and arm reaching out for you. Her larger hand on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps trailing up your body. “Yes?” You whispered, the crack in your voice betraying your attempted indifference. “Tell me,” Sevika began, turning you completely around while shutting the door with her heel. She could smell the fear from you. “How did you know my name? Why didn't you fear the guns I carried?” Sevika knew the answer to all of this, she enjoyed the way you scurried for excuses. Yet, you fell silent.

Her laugh echoed, holding you against her and guiding your figure towards the bed. “You act so unassuming, nearly fooled me, dollface.” You whined, hands already flooding towards her and groping the parts you wished to touch. She had caught you, there was no purpose in hiding your core emotions. “You knew who I was, what I’m guilty of.” She murmured against your virgin neck, finally nibbling on it while she pushed you down on the bed and straddled your hips.

“Answer me this, dear,” She started up, kissing your neck and cheek while squeezing your sensitive tits. You had already lost all will of resistance, arms circling her neck and legs wrapped around her torso. “Did you just want me to fuck you?” Her vulgarity took you by surprise, pulling your head away and staring into her eyes. Something about how unapologetic she was made you want to be the same back. “Ye-yea.” Sevika shook her head and forcefully came to your clothes, working them off of your frame.

You both end up completely nude, your sopping cunt begging for some friction. You had no clue how to do this nor how to pleasure her, you were squeamish, stuttering while asking for instructions. “Woman, relax.” She huffed out, pushing you onto your back and kissing down to your pussy. “Just let me take care of everything.” You were holding your breath till her tongue came down flat on your sensitive cunt, an exhaled moan shakily leaving you. She latched onto your clit, suckling on it till your hands tugged at her hair.

Her fervor when pumping her tongue inside of your entrance had your back arching off the mattress, squirming away from her touch. “Don’t run, doll,” She said muffled, holding you down with a firm arm as you babble softly. “Think— think i’m, ngh-” She chuckles as you clench around her tongue, pulling away and not giving you enough relief to suffice for an orgasm. Your whimpers increased, tugging harsher on her hair to try and bring her back but failing. “So damn spoiled. Be patient.”

You nodded with built-up patience, watching her hover above you. She manhandled your legs, forcing them into an easier access position. Your pretty cunt was on display, perfect for her to grind against. It wasn't too long of staring before she placed her own pussy against yours. Your clit catches on hers, her much larger one fucking against yours. You couldn't resist the relentless babbles, eyes rolling back in immense pleasure.

Your own clit wasn't as large as hers, it caught you by surprise. Your hand shot up to her hips, trying to guide her to right spots but she seemingly knew more than you. Her palms used your tits as leverage, fucking against your frantically. “Sev’, goddd, can’t take it!” you ramble, head thrown back along with your eyes going completely white. The ego boost from how sensitive you were was so good, forcing her to groan and keep rubbing her sensitive and swollen pussy quicker against yours. “Dirty girl, been begging for this relief huh?” She mocked.

She reached her lips down against yours and finally kissed you, slipping her tongue past your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, lips eventually giving out as her wet cunt dripped onto yours harshly. “Fucking husband– shittt— o-of yours couldn't make you cum this hard,” She boasted, reducing you to tears and moans.

The room had a stench of sex and sweat, nasty squelching and wet noises bouncing off the walls. A knot formed in both of your tummies, her hips stuttering against yours as she neared her orgasm. Her cum was creamy, dripping down onto your asshole. You followed quickly after, scratching at her back with your manicured nails as the orgasm crashed into you. “Just love knowing you’re fucking someone who could blow your head off, babygirl?” You whimpered and nodded, humping her and rutting up against her. She kissed your forehead, beads of sweat forcing your hair to stick to it.

“Sweet girl,” Sevika grumbled and kisses down your neck, not disconnecting her cunt from yours yet as you held her closer. The rest of the night was spent among giggles and cleaning up, limbs tangled as the moonlight seeped through the sheer curtains. You were unsure if you'd ever see her again for months going on by, she was an outlaw, you were well aware. Regardless, she promised to write you before mounting her horse again early in the morning.

kisses for you

summary: you are a different person to every woman you've ever kissed in piltover.

tags: nsfw! sexworker!reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, cuckolding, cheating, slightly angsty, dom/sub dynamics, you kiss a lot of people!

wc: 2.9k

notes: you make out nastily with a bunch of women from the hit netflix animated series arcane

Grayson.

You were sitting alone at The Last Drop, sipping on a sweet, fruity cocktail you had gotten for yourself as a treat when she walked in. Easily twice your age and over six feet tall with chiseled cheekbones. Score. 

It delighted you even further when she walked up to you, the sound of her heavy boots was unmistakable. You smiled up at her sultrily.

“Do you happen to know where Vander is?” Her raspy voice sends shivers down your spine. You had to have her.

“Wow, buy a girl a drink first,” you giggle.

Luckily, rather than be annoyed at your flirting, the woman raises an amused eyebrow at you.

“If I buy you a drink, will you tell me where he is?”

You pretend to think for a moment.

“Hmm… maybe.”

She laughs, one that comes deep from her diaphragm, “what do I have to do for you to tell me?”

At that you saunter up closer to her, your face inches away from hers.

“Well… there is one thing,” you say coyly as you traced the intricate pattern of the badge on her chest. Her gaze flicks to your hand, then your eyes, intrigued.

“A kiss.”

She chuckles, “you’re young enough to be my daughter, little girl. Besides, you don’t want to kiss an old woman like me.” You gasp, fake shocked, “You are not old!”

Both of your arms wrap around her neck and she startles slightly at the sudden movement.

“Besides,” you mimic, grinning impossibly wide, “I like what I see.”

That’s how you end up in the alley next to the bar, being fucked into the wall by this woman, named Grayson as you’ll learn later. Her fingers feel nice against your clit and her gravelly voice murmuring into your ear sends steady pulses up and down your spine. Grayson is experienced, reserved, she kisses you with the patience of a saint. You kiss back with all the reverence of one.

After you two are done, you tell her you don’t know where Vander is. She groans.

Ambessa & Maddie.

“Again.”

Maddie cries out, trying to writhe out of your grip. You’ve lost track of how many times she’s come already, four or five? Six even? As you bring your dominant hand down on her clit once more, Maddie jerks, letting a high pitched keen out of her mouth. Ambessa, you think, is a cruel, cruel woman.

“Now, now, child,” The General tuts, “there is no need for that. I’ve taught you better.”

At Ambessa's words, Maddie seems to cry harder, clearly overstimulated and struggling not to break apart in your arms. You almost feel bad, if she didn’t wring five good orgasms out of you earlier at Ambessa’s command.

With a curl of your fingers, you enter Maddie’s soaked cunt. You start out slowly, massaging at her walls, teasing her. She groans, but even she knows that this is the calm before the storm.

“Faster.”

What Ambessa Medarda demands, Ambessa Medarda gets. You go faster, rubbing at her upper walls and g-spot with much more force and speed than before. The thumb on your opposite hand teases at the hole below her cunt, which makes her clench around your fingers tightly.

A low, pathetic “unf,” is the only warning noise Maddie makes before she comes, squirts, over your front. It surprises you, but it's not unwelcome. She bucks, trying to get away from your fingers or to follow your thrusts, you don’t know. Maddie starts shaking uncontrollably when you don’t stop, because Ambessa hasn’t ordered that of you yet. When her wails get ear piercingly loud, Ambessa halts your ministrations.

“Good.”

Is all Ambessa says before she takes your mouth into hers. The warlord kisses like she’s running out of time, like she has to devour you whole with her lips and teeth this minute or else she’ll die in the next. It’s surprisingly desperate, but still dominant. The feeling makes you weak in the knees.

Ambessa hums when she pulls away, satisfied. 

—

(“I fucking hate this ginger hair.” Maddie groaned as she tugged at short strands of hair.

You laugh at her, “why didn’t you dye it blonde or something?”

“I tried! It turned ginger!”

“Pfft,” you start, tickled at her confession, “that haircut isn’t doing you any favors either,”

“You know what — fuck you.”)

Mel & Elora.

Mel Medarda was an odd woman, you thought to yourself as you scratched your nails down the expansion of Elora’s back. You delighted in the assistant’s hiss at the sensation. Though, you supposed it wasn’t too surprising for a politician to have odd kinks.

The woman sat daintily in a plush chair in the corner of her bedroom, nursing a glass of Noxian red. She had her legs up under her, casual and uncaring like the scene in front of her was just another casual Friday. You scowled.

Elora moaned as you thrust your strap-on up into her particularly harshly. You were a bit annoyed at Councilor Medarda, at her non-reactions and indifference. You don’t know why you were so vexed at the woman, it was completely irrational, all you had to do was fuck her cute little assistant silly while she watched. It was an easy job.

(You wanted her to join, to ravage Elora with you. Oh, well. If she liked watching, then a show you would give her.)

You bent Elora over so that she was head down, ass up on the bed. One hand tangled in her usually neat hair while the other steadied your balance as you leaned your weight against her and continued thrusting. Elora whimpered at the way your cock rubbed against the walls of her cunt. In the corner of your eye, you can see that a particularly high squeal from her assistant had caught Councilor Medarda’s attention.

Good. She’s really watching now.

You use the last bit of your strength to flip Elora over on her back — she mewls at the movement. Your dominant hand reaches for her swollen clit as you mash your mouths together in a sloppy kiss. Elora’s usually a better kisser this, but you'll give her a pass, your dick is inside her is surely scrambling her brain into a fine paste.

You smile at how her mouth goes slack when she comes, hard. She’s still recovering when you hear gentle footsteps coming toward you. Councilor Medarda stops at the edge of the bed, staring holes right into your face.

“Good?”

Mel brings her pointer and middle finger to the underside of your chin and lifts them up so that you’re looking directly up at her. She leans in and gives you the softest kiss of your life. Mel smells like florals, roses, and tastes like vanilla and black raspberries. She’s delicious and you bring your own hand up to her face to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away, leaving you reeling. Mel smiles at you affectionately. 

“Very good.”

Cassandra.

You snaked your hands through Cassandra’s salt and pepper hair and yanked. The older woman squeaked indignantly, both surprised and slightly incensed at the rough treatment, but not exactly angry enough to not want you to do it again.

“I bet Tobias doesn’t kiss you like this,” you smirk, needling the older woman was your favorite part of being with her, “he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”

Cassandra’s eyes widen at the mention of him. Maybe she’s finally realized just how fucked up her arrangement with you is.

(Maybe she wants to leave everything behind and lick at your high heels forever. You could live with that.)

“Don’t you dare talk about—” She snarled, irate. 

Your hand, as fast as a viper and just as vicious, cuts her off with a curl of your fingers around her throat.

“You don’t get to talk back to me, girl.”

Cassandra’s heart pounds deliciously underneath your palm. You can feel her squirm at the degrading pet name — she’s twenty years your senior and not a trembling inexperienced girl by any account, but in your bed, for the night, she’ll be one, for you.

You press your mouth to hers. Cassandra even kisses like a damn politician. Selfish, slow, and languid, like she has all the time in the world. You almost always lead — perhaps her position on the council has her needing to give up that control just for a moment, even if it is to you. You bite at her thin bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and she moans into your mouth. You smile, how good Cassandra was for you.

(Her sudden death had you trembling in your bed for a week.)

Caitlyn.

It wasn’t all that uncommon for those in Topside to come down to Zaun for a taste of the cuisine. For a peoples so uppity, they loved the desperateness that existed in the Under City, the depravity that was born from it.

Caitlyn Kiramman was just like any other pretentious, rebellious daughter of rich parents in that regard. 

She’s lucky she met you first and not someone else because anyone with working eyesight could have recognized that she was Caitlyn Kiramman and robbed her blind. You probably don’t even need working eyesight though, since her accent was so damn distinct.

The first time you two meet, she asks you about life here. How it was like to be born here, to have lived here all this time. You shrug, you were still young and dumb and had no life experience, this was all you’ve known — you can’t compare it to anything else.

You ask her about life in Topside. How it was like to be born there, to have lived there all this time. She had pursed her lips and looked around, saying nothing.

She didn’t have to say anything. The silence spoke the words she didn’t.

One night, she asks you:

“Do you ever want to leave here?”

You tilt your head, contemplating with your knees drawn up to your chest. 

“Where would I go?”

Caitlyn looks at you with a pity in her eyes that you cannot stand.

“Anywhere.”

You look away with clenched fists and jaw.

“I hear Ionia’s nice.”

Caitlyn smiles at you, you see it in the corner of your eyes. You can’t stay mad at her for too long, she’s endearing to you like how a kitten would be. You grin back at her.

Suddenly, the other girl closes the distance between you two and smacks her lips onto yours. She’s inexperienced, doesn’t know how to move her lips or where to put her tongue, but the kiss excites you nonetheless. It’s chaste, exploratory, and full of a puppy love that makes your heart ache. 

When you two pull back you’re both blushing madly. Caitlyn stumbles over her words trying to apologize, to take back what she had just done.

All you do have to do is place your hand on top of her pale ones, and she calms.

(As Caitlyn and you grow older, she visits less and less. She’s busy, you’re busy, it’s understandable. You haven't met with her for a very long time when you see her use The Grey in Zaun. Your heart aches.)

Jinx.

Everyone tells you to avoid the blue haired girl who hangs around The Last Drop. She’s crazy, they say, she’ll kill you, they say.

You think she’s pretty endearing.

You were the one that came up to her first. She was in the bar, sitting at a booth and writing formulas and doodling what you’re sure were engineering marvels if you knew anything about building shit. You had asked to see what she was working on; she enthusiastically agreed.

From that day forward, whenever Jinx spots you in the bar or around town, she shows you her blueprints. She always tries to explain what she’s doing, and you want so desperately to understand, but you don’t have the brain for engineering and she is too smart to put what she means in simpler terms. But, you like the sound of her voice, so you listen anyway.

Today, she seems frustrated with something in her blueprints. No matter what she builds and how she builds it, the machine just doesn’t seem to cool well.

You hum as she complains, just content to listen. When you try to take a sip of water, Jinx gasps and you startle.

“What?” you look around, “did something happen?”

Without warning, Jinx places her hands on your shoulders and gives you a fat kiss on your mouth. Her lips are slightly chapped and the kiss is entirely unromantic and too short, but the feeling of her mouth on yours gives you butterflies anyway.

“You’re a genius! I’ll see you later!”

With that, she bounces away, presumably to work on her blueprint again.

You sigh, touching your bottom lip and watching Jinx skip away at an alarming speed. That girl will be the death of you.

Lest.

You don’t know what to make of Lest. You can’t read her very well, and you’re damn good at reading people. But, when you feel sharp nails teasing at the lips of your cunt, you decide that maybe you’re overthinking things. Lest’s hand trails up to press harshly at your clit, making you hiss. 

Your hand tugs at one of her fluffy ears, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Lest yelp.

“Behave.”

Lest grins at you deviously.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Your eyes close as you lean your back onto the concrete wall. The other woman wastes no time, she is on the ground, tugging down your skirt and lapping at your hole. You hum in satisfaction, a hand in her brown hair.

Lest, the cheeky thing, bites at your clit, just to provoke you before she makes you come. You growl in response.

“What did I just say?”

You tug harshly at her ears. The rough treatment makes her whine and you can see how hard she’s grinding herself on her hands.

“Oh?” you smirk, “You like that, huh?”

You push yourself harder onto Lest’s open mouth, trying not to pant, “If you behave, I’ll play with them a bit more, hmm?”

You think Lest tries to nod, but your thighs between her head and your hands on her ears prevent her from doing so. All she can do is lap at your pussy with a renewed vigor.

After you come, Lest brings herself back up to height. She kisses at you hungrily and without care, spreading your musk and juice all over your faces. She nips at the fat on your bottom lip and you run a tongue over both her canines, tasting yourself on her mouth. When you pull back, you’re half asleep in her arms.

“Didn’t know you were into that sort of thing, Lest.”

Lest blushes.

"Shut up."

Sevika.

Sevika’s your best friend. She gets a little overprotective over you, like all best friends do. She snarls at the thought the various women you’ve fucked for your job, like all best friends do. She looks at your tits, your fingers, your lips, all for a little too long, like all best friends do.

You’re Sevika’s best friend. Not that she really needs defending, but you yell at anyone who’s mean to her, like a good best friend. You get just a little catty with the women she brings over, like a good best friend. You look at her muscles, the gap in her teeth, her lips, all for a little too long, like a good best friend.

You two also flirt, like best friends. It’s a nice day, you and Sevika are hanging out in her messy as fuck apartment, having fun. You’re tipsy and she’s tipsy and everyone’s a little drunk. You can’t remember the night very well, but you had said something about wanting her to sit on your face. You remember how red she flushed at that comment and you had laughed real hard. Never one to not tease Sev, you closed your eyes and made exaggeratedly cartoonish kissy noises at her.

The next thing you knew, her lips were on yours. You had opened your eyes in shock for a moment, but quickly melted in the kiss. Sevika kissed like she loved you, like she wanted to do this forever ago. With a firm hand on your ass and your arms around her neck, she hauled you over to her bedroom and flung you on the bed with ease. 

You wake up with hickies in places you can’t reach and to a sheepish Sevika offering you water. Your smile is uncontained and bright as you bring her down to taste her lips again.

Bonus: Babette.

“You should eat.”

You whip your head around to see Babette by the doorway, holding a bowl of stew.

“I–” you try to argue, but a withering glare from her has you shutting your mouth. There’s no use challenging her, if she said you should eat, you were going to eat.

Babette sighs, “you need to take care of yourself, I’m not always going to be here to do that.”

You frown, “don’t say things like that.”

“It’s true,” she shrugs.

You take the stew from her hands and set it on your nightstand. You crouch down to hug her and she hugs back, just as tight. Babette places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

Swept Away - Sevika

Part 2

Warnings : Hints at infedilty, married!r, surfer!Sevika

At the dinner table

Coco is sitting in a high chair, playing with her buttered spaghetti and talking with a mouthful.

“Mama today…Today I saw the shells, real shells on the sand, and they were pink and white and the ... .the dark white like Ariel!!” she exclaims proudly about her discovery. “Oh yeah? You were like Ariel, hm? The princess?” you ask with a fond smile on your face.

“No, like the mermaid!” she corrects you., “Oh yes, mermaid, my mistake, honey,” you chuckle and return to your food. Your husband doesn't participate but focuses only on the dinner, a seafood boil with some rice and wine. The food is delicious, and you're looking forward to being done with dinner, taking a shower, and getting in bed. It's been an exhausting day and the longest you've spent with your husband. He's chewing loudly and making the most obnoxious slurps and giving you smirks as if you're supposed to like it. You don't. It's disgusting.

After you finish eating, you clean up Coco, and good thing she was exhausted too that she immediately fell asleep as soon as she was tucked in the bed. You lock the door so your husband doesn't enter, and you go to the attached bathroom and take a quick super and come out. Between your shower, you could hear your husband's voice calling out for you to open the door, but he gave up and went to another room to sleep. Thank god. The night breeze is nothing short of serenity. The salty air, cool breeze, and gentle sound of waves crashing. It couldn't get better than this. You get in the cool sheets and drift off to sleep in a peaceful state. 

Your morning, although it couldn't be more chaotic. You hear Coco screaming and your husband calling out your name and another two voices chattering about and clanging. You quickly jump out of bed, throw a robe on, and go outside. Coco is on the couch screaming with the iPad in her hand, your husband is yelling at someone on the phone and shoots you a glare and mouths “Handle her!” referring to Coco. You go to pick up Coco and see your nanny, chatting with……sevika?

“Maria, hello? Could I have some help here?” you ask exasperated by how your morning has started.

“Oh I'm sorry missus but my shift doesn't start till half an hour” she replies with that sickly sweet smile.

“Then why are you even here?!”

“Oh, I like to be early.” If only you could punch her-

 You pick up Coco and try to talk to her

“Coco, baby, what's the matter, hmm? Tell me, c'mon tell mama.” You rub her cheek with your thumb while she just throws that pout at you.

“Dada won't give iPad.” She crosses her arms and looks away.

You huff and take the iPad in your hands, but see it's switched off because of the battery.

The charger…….

“Nate!! Where's the iPad charger?” you yell out. 

“Well, I didn't pack it. Why would I have it?” Of course, why would HE lift a finger?

Now, you didn't pack a charger, he didn't pack a charger

“Coco, the iPad is asleep. You know, iPads need nap times too.” You come up with a white lie

“Really?” she asks with wide eyes.

“Yes! You know, like little coco was exhausted and slept at night iPads sleep during the day because….um……-”

“The sun makes them sleepy, kiddo.” Sevika’s voice cuts through; she leans with her forearms on the back of the couch, her head next to you. You almost forgot Sevika was in the house, too. You turn to look at her, and of course, her signature smirk is still intact.

“And may I ask, why are you here?” you inquire

“What? You thought teaching surfing makes enough money?” she grins and looks at you as if shes-

“Well then, what do you do?”

“I live here and take care of this house all year round,” she says

“Wait, what?! Why didn't I see you yesterday at the wait….you're lying?”

“No doll, I prefer to take the staircase that's connected from the backyard so I don't…..barge in with you or your husband's activities” she whispers into your ear.

“You–....you aren't barging in to anything. take the stairs from inside the house, it's fine” you say as your gaze returns to your daughter who's now fidgeting with your hair. You don't even realize you just told Sevika something so revealing about the true nature of your marriage.

“Is that so?” she asks with that smirk that's just never-ending.

“I don't have time for this, MARIA, has your shift started yet?” you ask, replicating her sweet smile.

“Yes missus, hand her to-”

You cut her off

“No just make her breakfast, she doesn't eat any fruits except berries, no spices not even salt, she eats butter, no pancakes only waffles but keep them a bit tender and raw so they're soft” you give her hard instructions to piss her off.

“You love giving everyone a hard time, eh?”Sevika asks, her eyes never leaving your body.

“Pfft, whatever.” You set Coco down on the couch and see Sevika play peek-a-boo with her as if she's a 3-year-old child. Coco is literally a big girl; she's 4 years old.

You get a few of Coco's colouring notebooks and her crayons, some toys even and set them on her coffee table.

“So when are you coming down to the beach?” Sevika asks

“Not now, I'm busy with my daughter,” you reply. Sevika doesn't miss the possessiveness you have for your daughter. She was getting a kick out of seeing you all motherly and demanding.

“What's the point of a nanny, huh?” she asks, knowing she's treading on your nerves.

You shoot her a glare, and Sevika raises her arms defensively.

“I'm just askin’ mama, you look tired.”

You realise she's right. You jumped out of bed and had to handle everything yourself. Where is Nate?-

“Nate?! Where the fuck are you??” you call out

No response

“Nate?!” you yell out again

You're about to yell again when Sevika’s hands come up to your shoulder and massages gently.

“Shh…dont stress, you and lil’ coco are here on a vacation,” she whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You relax and huff and sit back down on the couch.

“Yes, mama! We are on the beach!” 

Your daughter exclaims while she's colouring on her little book.

“I’ll come down after breakfast, Sevika…”

“Aight’ see you then” she gets up to leave and you almost want to grab her arm and pull her back.

“Um….okay, bye…” You wave at her. You again mull over how bipolar you were acting earlier with her. You really want Sevika to know you like her, but not like her too much because, after all, you're married. It's endless.

After breakfast, while you're cleaning up, your husband appears out of nowhere.

“Where were you?!” you ask him in a frustrated tone. You've been running around feeling like a headless chicken with no help.

“Just an important call,” he mumbles, grabbing a plate and piling up some toast and fruit on it.

“Oh, I see you need to disappear from the house to answer a call.” You cross your arms, lean against the counter, and glare at him

“What's your implication?” he asks

“Nothing”

“No, no, I get what you mean. What about Sevika, huh? You two are getting real cozy here.”

The audacity

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” you ask him.

“Nothing, you seem very happy with her rather than me” he says in an accusatory tone.

“I met her yesterday, Nate?! She literally did nothing, WE literally did nothing.”

“Yet she was massaging your shoulders and acting like Cora’s father” he says, his voice getting whiny and defensive.

“Oh, so reassuring her and massaging my shoulders is all it takes for your fragile, pissy masculinity to get hurt? You're accusing ME of cheating?!  Wow, Nate, I could've done this years ago.”

“Natalie was just a friend!!” You didn't even have to name which girl, he's setting himself up at this point.

“Just leave. We came here to enjoy a vacation, not deal with your little boy tantrums.” You dismissively walk past

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE? WHO’S WE?” 

“Coco and me” you say without turning to look at him

“Fine, I’ll leave. I bet you'd love being here without me, huh. I paid for ev-” you cut him off

“Are you leaving or not, or should I leave?”

“Fine!! Jesus.” he runs off to the room he slept in. You grab the picnic basket and Coco and pack some beach stuff for the both of you. You instruct Maria to carry the luggage and set up a nice spot. Meanwhile, you put Coco in her sundress and put on SPF; you do the same and match the dresses with Coco. You see Nate use the back door to leave. You both don't exchange goodbyes. With his departure, the house feels………….peaceful. Like the beach house you wanted to stay in.

You walk to the beach and find Maria chatting with Sevika again. You set Coco down on the beach towel and turn to Sevika.

“Could I get a floatie or something for her?” you ask her.

“Of course, meri jaan~” she says, making you blush just a bit. Whatever she said sounded hot.

“W-what does that mean?” you ask, flustered

“Noothing, just a lil’ word in Hindi,” she replies, turning away and walking to a shed you can see in the distance to grab a folate for the child.

“Oh c'mon!! Tell me please” you yell out, hoping for an answer, but sevika ignores you and walks away. You could've looked it up on your phone but you left it back at the house. 

Sevika comes out with a small flamingo floatie. She hands it to Maria, and as you get up to go help her. You're pulled back down next toSevika.

“Where you goin’ ?” she asks, her face being a bit too close for your liking.

“To help Maria”

“Nah, Maria’s okay, aren't you, Maria?” You both look over to Maria, who gives a thumbs up and takes Coco to the water

“Fine…...help me with my spf” you hand the bottle to her and turn you  back to her.

She squirts a good amount onto her palms and slowly applies it onto your back. She leans close and whispers into your ear.

“I saw that your hubby left, huh….”

“Yeah……he had a meeting or whatever,” you quickly cover up with a lie

“Meeting with Natalie?” she asks.

Shoot

She heard the argument

But how?

“How-”

“Told ya’ I live on the second floor. You guys weren't exactly hush-hush either.”

"Of course.”

“Aight, gotta get back to work. Watch me without wetting yourself, hm,” she says with a smirk as she puts her glasses on

“Excuse me?!” You let out a gasp and quite literally clutch the pearl necklace you're wearing

“The waves meri jaan~.... you're sitting far too close,” she says as she's walking away.

“No! That's not what you- Sevika come back here…Sevikaaaa” you whine and call out to her but she doesnt turn back and look at you.

Little fucker.

AN: second part is out!! the smut could possibly be included in the next chapter ;)

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Featuring Siren! Vi !

Ambessa Blurb

Somewhat Arranged Marriage AU ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ CONTENT WARNINGS ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Before Cut: References to death, Lightly arranged marriage, Relatively light threats

After Cut: Eating Out (r! Receiving), Orgasm Denial, Gentle Intimacy

- Your arranged marriage to her was an unexpected one. Neither of you had been fond of the male population within your respected kingdoms.

- This distaste caused a large rift within your family while hers was too intimidated to test her. After all, she killed many of her own blood to obtain the throne. And she wouldn't hesitate to do it again to maintain it.

- The talk of marriage had once again arrived. You always dreaded these conversations but never once faltered in your decision to not be with a man of all things. You'd rather one of the tracking dogs. At least they're loyal.

- You haphazardly look through the stack of proposals, letters, and scrolls. Each one varying in cost, quality, and color. A multitude of too similar looking crests decorating the wax seals.

- It was almost impressive how each province and family is so determined to have a special crest yet they all look undeniably similar to one another. Bird wings, swords, helmets, blah blah blah. The same dramatic spiel as always.

- As you flutter through the pages, one falls out with a heavy thud. The sound of the paper thicker and more luxurious than the others.

- You pluck it off the rug covered hardwood of your office and use your sharp pointed nails as a letter opener.

- The seal is undeniably distinct, a soft scoff leaving you. Amused that this is the only distinct letter within a massive stack.

- You falter for a split second when you see the sigil of the Medarda's. A massively powerful family with a brand new head of house. Quite the intimidating figure.

- The letter itself isn't too lengthy but is definitely detailed as needed. It starts proper and undeniably formal before breaking off. A clear indication that the sender grew bored of the usual customs and expectations.

- The letter branches off into discussion of the marriage months and how the individual is interested in your hand to aid in getting the councils' attention off your backs. They wish to rule their land as you wish to rule yours.

- The letter is very well pieced together, even with the sudden shift in tone. As you near the end, a distinct sentence stands out. "Noxians are loyal to their wedded forever. I expect nothing in return besides your hand within it and equal loyalty."

- You take a deep breath, squinting a bit before reading to see which sad sack decided to be desperate and reach out to your incredibly independent kingdom for a marriage proposal.

- What a sad guy-

-... Ah shit. It's Ambessa Medarda.

- Well... could be worse! Right? Yeah. Could be a man. And this may be your only shot at actually getting a wife like you've always dreamed of.

- Though, it is a wonder about how she'd be as a wife. She won't cheat as she stated, and you didn't imagine to ever do the same to her.

- But she's an incredibly intelligent woman. One that is so unbelievably thorough in everything she does that there's never a mistake on her part. And if there is? She won't allow word to escape.

- The quill rests heavy in your hand as you look over the letter you have written in return. Your request for an audience with her is what starts it off. Followed by your interest in discussion of what the two of you are truly looking for within this... arrangement.

- The marriage won't be a usual one. It's expected and demanded upon, but you two at least have the choice of who you can select. And luckily for you too... you both want a woman to rule beside.

- You dip the quill into the ink before signing the letter off. Using your custom sigil upon a dark pink wax. It was a color rarely ever used within formal arrangements due to many seeing it as "girly" or "improper".

- But you do doubt Ambessa would care much for that. After all, you are to be married. She'll be seeing quite a lot ot you and who you are. May as well give her a warning of your preference for more... improper styles and colors.

- When she receives the letter, her brow quirks. A huff of amusement leaving her as she tilts the letter received from you. The dark pink wax glittering faintly in the flames of the fire across from her.

- She appreciates the small bit of audacity before popping it open. An appreciative hum leaving her as she sees your request for an audience. How intriguing. Such an attentive one you are. How... wife like.

- She calls for her messenger to bring her some paper and her pen. Writing out a letter in return, agreeing to the request. Pressing her ring into the wax to seal it.

- When the two of you meet, she walks in in all her glory. Tall, imposing, and a steady look within her eyes. As if she knows what she wants before the two of you even speak.

- Her eyes take in your attire. The leather detailing on the top of your dress gives is a more masculine appeal. The heavy boots and weighted skirt allow for easy movement along with keeping the fabric down from the harsh winds that are common this far up in the mountains.

- You rise from the table and bow in greeting to her. The faintest hint of surprise in your eyes as she raises her hand, not wishing for you to bow and offer such formalities.

- When you straighten, she takes your hand and places a kiss to the back of it. A deep sign of respect within your people's culture. Most commonly preserved for married couples due to the hands being seen as a sacred thing. Their usage for safety and not harm. Her calloused ones speaking of a language your people rarely partake in.

- The sacred history tying back to when your people first became healers. Their hands bringing people back from the brink of death. You are not a society of war, but you are known for being steady and not taking kindly to threats. A steady, strong, but peaceful kingdom.

- You watch as she maintains eye contact as her lips connect to the back of your hand. The contact gently lighting up your senses as she silently pledges herself to you through the language of your people.

- The action cementing your marriage before a ceremony could even take place. She's offered herself to you before any discussion of the arrangement. She knows what she wants. And you are it.

- She holds your gaze and keeps her lips against your hand. The softness of her breathing contrasting with her sharp eyes. She's waiting to see your acceptance or denial of her pledge. The new warlord placing the decision within your hands.

- You hold her gaze for a long while, processing the determination within her alongside her decision. Her clear display of a Noxian's distaste for wasted time shown in her choice. She has no doubts that you are meant for her.

- When your hand cups her cheek, the proposal is accepted. Your palm warm against her skin. The two of you holding eye contact as she remains on one knee before you.

- This is not weakness, nor is it submission on her part. This is clear unfiltered communication from her. She kisses your palm in return. You are her equal now. Her wife. Hers.

- The decor is grand, as expected from two separate rulers coming together. The marriage of a war nation and a healing society is unheard of. Though it would mean a unified front against all of the surrounding nations.

- Such a strong connection, albeit shocking, would mean such an influx of power that any noble with a backbone would feel threatened by. But that's exactly what you both want. Though you are more of the silent appreciator of the increase, your people have never been the overly prideful type. You'll let Ambessa handle that.

- The ceremony is a combination of both of your cultures. The rare furs, expensive fabrics, and Noxian gemstones are but few of the gifts she brought you while courting. In return you gifted silks, wine only available within your kingdom, and an array of polished daggers you picked for her specially.

- The final gifts are extraordinary on both parts. She approaches you in the masuline attire of her people, the gold detailing and hand sewn patterns showing her power, wealth, and authority.

- The silver and fur detailing of your own dress contrasts with hers. It offers a delicacy that is needle sharp.

- In her hand is a box containing a necklace for you to wear. The design special for the two of you, these will be your symbols of marriage. Rings for hers, chokers for yours. She even went the extra mile to forbid anyone else from wearing it or crafting a replica.

- "This is not your only gift. I have brought two to complete our courting." She speaks calmly, taking her time to appreciate you in the sharp metals and delicate designs of your wedding dress. The silver and white contrasting with the gold and black upon her. A beautiful, balanced, difference. The sun and moon.

- 'How rude. I only came with one. You should have warned me.' You tease back as she holds the box between the two of you. The velvet box soft on your fingers as you open it to see a silver and diamond choker. A large glittering faint blue diamond dangling in the center while hundreds of identical white diamonds fill the rest of the choker.

- She lifts the necklace from its confines, allowing you to turn your back to her before she clasps it around you. Her fingers trailing over the design and across your shoulders. Your back to her signifying the trust you have placed within her to always have yours.

- She places a kiss to the back of your neck, right above the choker. She lets it linger before gently spinning you back around. The large faint blue teardrop diamond sat perfectly within the notch of your collarbone. The light catching it and casting sparkles of white on your skin.

- She hums in appreciation before allowing you to retrieve the necklace you had made for her. The box you present made of a thick leather, a custom design on top with a wolf on it. Its eyes shining as she opens the box.

- Within it sits a gold choker, near identical to yours but not quite. A deep red marguise cut garnet sits right in the center of the necklace, a sharp cut compared to the soothing droplet that your diamond is crafted in.

- Hundreds of smaller garnets decorate the rest of the choker, all distinct within their shape and identical to one another. She turns her back to you, kneeling so you are able to reach her neck.

- She closes her eyes as your delicate fingers clasp the choker into place. Her back to you now completing the final courting ritual. The turn from one another showing the trust you two have gained and loyalty that is now forming. You will have each other's back. No matter what.

- Once the clasp is placed, you lean forward and kiss the back of her neck in return. Silently showing your appreciation for her affections and signaling that you will offer the same.

- The action brings a low rumble from her chest. Almost a purr. She waits for you to back up before rising again. Her hands placed on your hips, the feeling both grounding and almost burning.

- "Let us legalize our marriage. My wife." She murmurs before placing a kiss upon your lips. Offering her arm for you to link with. Leading the way to the ceremony hall where your vows will be spoken. Or at least the public ones. You two will share your true ones in private. The public doesn't need to know the depth of what they are not apart of.

- "Your second gift will be presented in private. I wish for you to see it beside mine." She states mysteriously as you both walk towards the bustling sound of the large hall.

- 'I look forward to anything you offer, my love.' You reply back, a feeling of strength and unfiltered acceptance whirling within you. She will be your wife. It will be completed today. It will be you two against the world from here on out.

- That purr returns again, an unfiltered and content sound that comes from deep within her. One that's special for you. All of her hidden pieces are presented for you.

- The two of you enter the large hall and roars of approval come from her people. A smile gracing your lips at the excitement. Ambessa seems to puff up with pride as she guides you beside her. Clearly proud to have you by her side as you both walk to the alter.

- After the festivities are finished, the two of you stumble out of the main hall together. The dark hallways giving you privacy as she cups your face and chases your lips.

- The two of you kissing in a flurry of movements as your wedding rings glint and your chokers glitter. Two ways of showing your connection.

- Your back bumps against the wall as her large hand threads into your hair, her other gripping your hip as she devours you in a kiss. Needing to show her growing love for you.

- When the two of you enter her large chambers, she guides you to a room connected to it. The room filled with a large table and multiple maps displayed on it. A private room for her to think over any plans or expansions.

- She holds your hips and guides you backwards to the back of the room. Two large pieces of fabric hiding something from your sight.

- "This is your second gift..." She murmurs against your ear before spinning you to face the display. Pulling the two covers off to reveal the gift.

- A gasp leaves you as you see two identical sets of armor. Custom designed and for the two of you. Hers is solid black with a gold sheen while yours has a silver one. Her way of connecting the two of you while respecting your families designated colors.

- You can clearly see the care and time it took to make these. Her drive for perfection clearly visible within them.

- "I want you to spar with me regularly... I want my wife able to protect herself incase of any emergency... in case I'm not there" She whispers into your ear as your hand travels over the suits.

- 'Do I need to hire a trainer?' You ask softly, her body holding yours from behind as you bask in the newlywed glow. The soft light making the suits glint.

- Her grip on your tightens a bit. "No. I will train you. No need for another." She rumbles out, pressing kisses to the side of your face and and jaw. Making your head tilt to the side a bit and your eyes to close. Her lips making sure you feel the force behind the kisses.

- 'Then I will be trained by my wife.' You whisper back, leaning against her. A growl leaving her at your agreement and the idea of training you. Her large hands running over your hips and sides, keeping you close.

- "You'll be trained in more ways than one." She murmurs before nipping your neck, her tongue soothing the skin afterwards. And she upheld her promise. She always will.

- She was a very balanced teacher. Training you to keep yourself safe. She didn't care for the extra razzle dazzle or going the extra mile to make sure you were perfect. No. Her first goal is to make you deadly.

- Your magics will get you far, but a knife in someone's throat can get you farther. And you'll learn how to do so. Her wife will be deadly.

- Your image will be passive, observant, and balanced as your people naturally are. She would never make you change your nature to suit her, but she will make it razar sharp.

- The sparring sessions become a favorite part of the evening for the two of you. You get a definite task to focus on alongside quality time with your wife.

- Your marriage grows stronger each and every day. No matter the issues behind closed doors, your loyalties never falter. She's undeniably there for you as you are for her. She'd burn the world to the ground for you while you'd move mountains if it pleased her.

- The respect she has for you never leaves. When whispers from her aunts slowly swirl around your head, Ambessa is quick to silence them. A distasteful feeling in her mouth at how her so called blood is attempting to dissuade you right before your honeymoon.

- Ambessa's words slice through her family "If none of you can speak properly about my wife... then you don't deserve to speak." Its not a threat. It's a promise. And one she'll fulfill right there in her throneroom. Their blood would make your dress look gorgeous. She always loved you in red.

- Before she acts, her head turns to you. Taking in your regal form next to her, watching as you take in the situation with an ice cold demeanor. You tilt your head towards her and say calmly, too calmly, 'It would be a shame if they lost the ability to speak freely. After all, their opinions are against the crown.' You point out. Ambessa's eyes glinting lovingly as you agree with her sentiments. Your words giving her silent permission to act as she deems fit, though you'd prefer to watch her family squirm.

- You've always been the more mental kind of warfare. Enjoying and naturally reveling in the games... it is the way your land has maintained its peace for so long. A war cannot be made if the opponent suddenly grows paranoid of its declared enemy.

- Ghosts... plague... disappearances... all are easy to control and create, to mimic, when one has access to the knowledge needed. Would be a shame if Ambessa's less than favorable neices went missing. Would most definitely break the hearts of their mothers right?... right.

- But those are thoughts for another day. No need to worry your pretty little head about it. They'll learn not to speak when it's uncalled for. Or they won't. Some dogs can't be taught new tricks. Ruff. Ruff.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ MATURE CONTENT ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

- Tensions have been high along the borders of your newly assigned lands. Causing her to remain in her office or map room more frequently.

- After a day of your own tasks and requirements as a ruler, you had decided to soothe yourself in a bath to calm your nerves.

- When the stars continue to twinkle across the sky, the world keeps spinning, and the owls hoot far into the evening, you decide to go in search for her.

- Your hair dampened and loose comfortable fabrics drape your body. Your footsteps quiet as you cross through the various halls of your shared manor.

- The marble and carpet is a grounding mix of sensations as you near her office, gently pushing the door open and stepping inside.

- Her dark eyes drift up from the litter of papers to take you in. A deep breath leaving her as she takes in your relaxed presence.

- She gives a slow blink and leans back in her office chair, creaking the wood and leather. It's the only sound that fills the space as you pad closer.

- Her legs spread to make room for you, hands bracing your hips and guiding you to straddle her. A low content sound leaving her as your arms wrap around her neck.

- She holds you close to her, making sure your bodies are flushed as she inhales your scent. Eyes closing as you hold one another. She needed this. She had needed her wife.

- The two of you holding one another until her hands start to wander. Running over your back and hips, massaging and pawing at you. A comforting action for both.

- Her eyes remain closed as full kisses are placed against the side of your face and neck. There's no rush in the movements anymore. Your presence bringing a level of comfort and relaxation to her.

- She'll lazily rock your hips against her, kissing your temple and shushing you gently when you try to put work in. "Still... let me.." She hums out, her actions a way to appreciate you and apologize for her more frequent absences due to other annoyances.

- The grievances of others have kept her from her wife's embrace, that alone is enough to start a dispute in her opinion.

- When your soft breaths pick up, she murmurs comforting words to you. One large hand cupping the back of your head. Keeping you safely tucked into her neck. Shielding you from anything else but her.

- Her free hand slips into the loose fabrics of your nightwear, brushing against your wet folds and kissing your neck as a reward for being so good for her. Being so wet for her. Such a good girl.

- She'll bounce your pretty little self right on her fingers, taking the effort and energy to pull you like a rag doll. Your lovely little sounds right against the skin of her neck and shoulder. Drool all over her glistening skin as you lick at her like a love drunk puppy.

- The slick sounds of your cunt taking her in fill the office, her thigh bouncing you as her thumb swirls your puffy clit.

- When your whines get higher, your breathing whispier, she curls her fingers. Your arousal drooling into her palm.

- "Such a messy girl..." She groans against your cheek as she presses another kiss to it. Eyes closing as she focuses on the feeling of your greedy hole sucking her up.

- She can instantly feel you squeezing her as your thighs start to shake. She grabs your waist and pulls her fingers out.

- As she manhandles you, she sucks her fingers off. Draping your body on her desk and peeling your nightwear off. Your legs still shaking from the denied release.

- Her hands wrap around your ankles and yank you to the edge of the desk. Her knees hitting the table before instantly putting her mouth on you.

- There's no time for formalities or more play than needed. Her tongue diving into you and making your legs crush her head.

- When blood rushes in her ears and you're all she can hear, she starts lapping at you like a succulent peach. The slick sounds of her mouth and your cunt fill the air. She eats like a starved woman.

- She takes everything you could possibly give, taking to it like a dog after running in the sun.

- You holds you down as your spine arches, her eyes watching your tongue loll out and body spasm. A deep growl leaving her as she doesn't miss a drop of your release.

- When you make a quiet sound, body melting into the dark wood of her desk, she rises up. Wiping her lips and sucking her fingers off of your taste. Sucking it all up.

- She leans down and captures your lips with hers, slowly and deeply kissing you as she guides your body up.

- She guides your sleepwear back up your body, kissing you on the forehead before lifting you up into her arms.

- Clicking the lamp off and carrying you down the familiar halls to your shared chambers. The routine of tossing your robe at the foot of the bed, stripping her clothes off, and cradling you in the clean linens, is ahead of you two.

- You're calm, relaxed, and sleepy. She's calm, relaxed, and clear headed. Perfect for bedtime. Exactly what was needed for both of you.

- What a way to relieve the tension after a rough day. Sometimes you just need your wife.

SPECIAL III

S!2Sevika x chubby!reader

Part 1 | Part 2

4k words

Contents: straight up porn with a bit of fluff at the end lol, oral (reader receiving), scissoring, fingering and dildo usage (reader receiving), per names (doll, darling, baby), use of mommy to refer to Sevika once, aftercare, squirting, soft dom Sevika, Sevika being sweet.

Summary: Sevika finally gets to bring you back home.

A.N: I ended up dividing this part in 2 because i felt like I was taking way too long and it was coming out very long too. Hope you like it!

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MINORS AND MEN DNI, MATURE CONTENT

Things happened fast, too fast to think or second guess. Sevika wanted no time getting you to her apartment, relieved that she was home alone. The moment Sevika got you through the door, it was like a switch had flipped. No hesitation or pause, just heat, hands and the unspoken understanding between you two. You both wanted this.

Sevika didn’t want to hold back, not with with you. Not when she had been craving this, picturing the moment for days now. Sevika wanted to make your hers completely in her bed, in her sheets.

You were half dressed, tangled with Sevika on her couch. Your lips were drawn to each other’s like magnets, with urgency and need. Clothes were tugged, discarted without thought. Your laughs had been breathless, giggling before they melted in deep, open mouthed kisses. You were making out in a was that was almost dizzying, overwhelming. Sevika had no plans of slowing down, not now that she finally had you..

Now, you were sprawled out on her couch, wearing only your undies, your skin flushed by the heat and the liquor. Sevika was on top of you, her broad frame caging you in, her lips glued to you. She just couldn’t get enough of it. Sevika kissed you as if she was trying to memorize you, slow and deep. Her hands explored every curve of your body. She wasn’t just touching you, she was claiming, kneading into your plushy thighs, your hips, the dip of your waist. But it wasn’t just her hands, it was the weight of her, the way she pressed down on you, making you ache for more.

Your hands weren’t idle either. You reached for the only soft in her torso, palms gliding over her breasts, thumbs brushing against her dark nipples. She groaned low in her throat, a deep, needy sound that sent shivers down your spine.

Her thighs were on your sides, thick and muscular, pressing against the softness of yours. The contrast made Sevika’s head spin. The way she was all firm angles and power on top of your soft curves. Sevika wanted to feel every part of you, leaving no distance. Her abdomen, toned and hard, molded against your plush belly. Sevika groaned at the sensation, at the delicious juxtaposition of your bodies, so different yet tangled together so perfectly. She leaned in, pressing closer, hungrier, as if she could merge herself with you.

“Fuck, doll”Sevika said, her voice raspy. You could feel her warm breath against your ear”you feel unreal”

You drifted from her chest, your arms stretching so you could run your hands up and down her back. You traced along the dips and ridges of muscle, your nails scraping against her skin as you felt her body tensing under your touch. Your soft touch was just urging Sevika more and more, her breath heavier, her grip on you tighter.

You let your hands explore further down until they finally settled on Sevika’s ass. It was perfect, round and firm, a combination of soft yet sculpted muscle. You squeezed, Sevika pushing into your touch. She exhaled sharply, her lips brushing against your jaw.

“Getting real bold, ain’t you?”she teased.

But there was no mistaking the way she leaned into you, craving more, as if she were drawn by something she couldn’t control. Sevika’s kisses started trailing down your body, her back arching, frantic to reach more of you.

To her, you felt like a goddess, unreal. Soft in all the ways she wasn’t. Sevika moved downward, sliding her body between your thighs, her head now below your breasts has she worshipped every curve of your belly with her lips. Her hands, one warm and calloused and the other cold and sharp, squeezed every roll of your back, her thumbs tracing all the dips and mounts. You took to playing with her hair, your nails scratching gently against her scalp.

Your touch was subtle, barely there, yet it unraveled her. Sevika wasn’t the type to submit, but there she was: kneeling in front of you, taking her time, willing to be tamed by nothing more than your touch and your body. She could spend hours, even days there, lost in your body. Sevika was savoring you, with each taste her pussy ached, her need wetting her underwear. You were undoing her, piece by piece, just by existing.

Sevika’s lips trailed lower, now over your upper thighs, ignoring what was in between them. She took her time, pressing slow, open mouthed kisses in your sensitive skin. Her tongue made an appearance occasionally, sucking just enough to make you tremble.

Sevika was adoring you like she had all the time in the world. But you? you were desperate. Your cunt was almost throbbing, the anticipation becoming unbearable. You whined softly, your fingers tugging on her hair just enough to guide her closer. You wanted her more than ever.

But Sevika pulled away, her lips leaving your skin while her grey eyes locked into yours, full of amusement.

“What’s the hurry, doll?”Sevika whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Her smirk was knowing. Sevika wanted you just as bad. Her pupils were blown, her chest rising and falling with every breath. But she wasn’t about to give in. No, she needed to take her time, to draw out every sound, squirm and plea from you first. She was making you has restless as you had made her, just has desperate. It was payback. Before she got lost in your pussy, Sevika was going to worship every inch of you. But she was struggling.

She didn’t give you a chance to answer before her lips continued descending, kissing, licking and nipping down your right leg, her body burning hotter. Sevika kissed up your left thigh, slower this time, dragging out the inevitable. Her breath was ragged, her grip on your thighs firmer. Her restrain was snapping. Sevika let out a frustrated groan as she hurried her face against your damp panties, breathing your scent in. Her fingers twitched, as if she was fighting the urge to just rip your damn panties off.

“Fuck”she muttered.

Then, she pressed a desperate kiss over your cunt, the warmth of her mouth seeping through the fabric. But it wasn’t enough for her. With a growl, she moved her hand, hooking her fingers into your panties to start tugging them down. Still, Sevika took her time to take your underwear off, sliding it slowly, deliberately.

Sevika then put your legs over her shoulders, gently. You could feel the cold metal attachment on her left shoulder under your flesh. Sevika was really trying to pace herself, but her patience was razor thin, almost painful. Her breath was hot against your damp pussy. Sevika’s jaw clenched, the muscles in her arm flexing as she fought the urge to take you. Instead, she pressed a kiss over your mount of Venus. It wasn’t enough, not even close, and she knew it. You whimpered, exasperated. You moved your hips, desperate for more, but Sevika stood still.

“Please, Sevika” you let out, pleading.

There it was, the moment she had been waiting for. You had broke first. Sevika lifted her head slightly, just enough to make you frustrated. You fought the urge to push her back down.

“You are desperate, aren’t you, doll?”she taunted.

Beneath Sevika’s teasing there was something else, something hungry. Her self control was hanging by a thread. When you whimpered again, it snapped. Sevika ducked her head back down, her tongue finally dragging through your folds, her restrain completely gone.

She started off with slow motions, tasting every centimeter of you. Your pussy was already slick with arousal, inviting her touch. Her tongue teased you, brushing against your clit just enough to draw soft, needy moans from your mouth. As the minutes passed, her rhythmic motions built up a heat between your legs, each movement making your clit more sensitive.

Sevika wasn’t unaffected herself. The feel of you pressed against her face, all warm and wet, made her breathless. Gods, she had never tasted anything better. Sevika wanted to pleasure you, on her knees as if she were praying. Her hands grabbed your thighs in an effort to ground herself. Still, her pussy felt all warm and wet, too exited by you, almost pulsating.

As the pleasure built up, your stomach tensed up, an almost electric sensation taking over you. You couldn’t help but throw your head back as your whole body tensed up. Your back arched, your hands dug into the couch and your legs got firmer around Sevika, your mouth producing all kinds of desperate noises.

As you neared release, every muscle in your body tensed. You pulled Sevika closer with your legs, grinding against her tongue, wanting more. Sevika wanted to drag it on for longer, make you suffer just a bit, but she was as desperate as you were to see you cum. When you finally did, her face was wet as she tried to drink up every drop of squirt, needy for your taste. Sevika felt her pussy almost throbbing at the sight of you. Your body was now relaxed, your mind still a bit hasty. You were dropped over the couch, head thrown back with a blissful smile on your face. Your legs were still draped over her shoulders, much more relaxed now. Your clit was swollen, your vulva covered by a mix of Sevika’s saliva and your own fluids. For a few moments, Sevika just looked at you, proud of her work.

“Gods”you murmured

You lifted your head to meet her eyes, that remained fixated on your cunt as you slid your legs off her shoulders. Then you lowered yourself and kissed her, pleased to feel your taste on her lips.

Sevika didn’t take long to pick up the pace again, as she sat besides you. Her lips now focused on your neck with a regained intensity. She wanted to mark you, give you a reminder of how she had loved you that night. Her teeth felt sharp against your skin, painful and pleasurable at the same time. Sevika enjoyed every little sound coming out of your mouth while you ran your fingers through her hair, tugging on it if she was specially harsh. Once she was satisfied with the marks left behind, Sevika scooped you up in her arms with surprising ease.

Without missing a beat, she carried you to her bed. Laying you down gently in the centre, her eyes burned with desire. Sevika was beyond horny, desperate to have you in every way possible. She peeled her briefs with ease, then slid into bed with you. Sevika intertwined her legs with yours, desperate to rub against you. She was going to get some kind of relief for the first time in almost a month, after a week spent longing for your body.

Your eyes stayed locked as your bodies moved together, finding a rhythm and pace that satisfied you both. Sevika couldn’t help but grunt, even moan and squirm. Those noises caught you of ward coming from her, but gods, they were so delightful. You could feel her eyes hovering over you, just as your did. You could see her breasts bouncing subtlety, almost unnoticeable. Lower down, her abs were tense, you could almost count every single muscle as sweat ran down. Bellow her bellybutton, a trail of dark hairs led down to where your pussies met, rubbing together in a way that made both tremble.

You noticed how her expression changed. When the right spot was brushed against, Sevika would throw her head back, eyes rolling before snapping back to you. She couldn’t look away from you, nor did she want to. And you loved it, how tame she suddenly looked. Sevika, who always seemed so intimidating and in control, unraveled beneath you. She was no longer the scary lady others saw, but a hungry dog looking at a steak. She needed it, she needed you.

Sevika tried to hold back, to distract herself in any way possible. But the way you were shaking, the way you moaned her name, made it impossible. She only let herself go when you did, and the climax hit both of you like a wave. The blissful sensation overcame the both of you at the same time, your fluids mixing. Your breaths appeared to be synced, your chests moving up and down while you just layed there, still looking at each other’s body.

There was something so intoxicating in the sight of her, skin flushed, tension still lingering in her muscles, a hint of satisfaction on her gaze. Sevika was sweaty, out of breath, her hair messy. And yet, she had it in her to pull you closer, her fingers slipping in between your legs. Your body jerked at her gentle touch, your close painfully sensitive, and you let out a sharp whimper.

“Ssh, doll”Sevika murmured.

But she didn’t stop, deliberate movements sending shock waves through your body, that twitched uncontrollably. When you involuntarily pulled away, Sevika’s prosthetic arm tightened around your hip, keeping you in place. You were nearly squirming out of her grasp, but Sevika wasn’t going to let you go, not yet.

Sevika kissed your forehead gently before slipping her fingers inside you. One finger first, long, thick and steady, before she added another. Sevika’s eyes hopped between your face and the way her fingers disappeared inside you, pausing to feel your walls clenching around her. It was just a lot. The wet sounds, how your body reacted to the slow curl of her fingers. Sevika groaned, already picturing your pretty cunt taking in her dildo

Normally, she would have chosen her strap, but tonight? She was too far gone. Even the extra minute it would take felt unbearable. Her hands moved quickly, searching in her night stand drawer until she found it. A bright pink dildo that Sevika took no time lathering up with lube. As you incorporated yourself, your eyes got wide. It looked almost too big. Almost. The thought of it inside you made your stomach tighten. And Sevika saw it, how you bit your lip, how you pressed your thighs together.

“Don’t get shy on me now, doll”she purred

Sevika guided the toy inside you with her right hand, slowly. Her free hand teased your clit, drawing lazy circles. Sevika just stared at your cunt, mesmerized by how it stretched around her dildo, taking it bit by bit. It was driving her crazy, exitement growing in between her legs.

And then, there was your voice, those loud, needy moans that bordered on screams. The way you kept repeating her name, almost like a prayer, breathless. Urging her on, begging for more. Telling her how fucking good it felt. You were so sensitive, pleasure so intense it bordered it pain. Sevika tried to keep herself together, but the mere sight of you was driving her insane. She had pictured this moment in her head for days, nothing compared to the reality of you under her, taking everything she had to give.

“Fuck, m-mommy. So good”you let out, almost screaming.

Mommy. That simple word seemed to flip a switch inside Sevika’s head. She just couldn’t hold herself together anymore. You had made her finish without even touching her, with just that word. It drove her over the edge, finishing without even being touched, just the friction from her own moves. She tried to stay focused, her pace increasing until she finally allowed you to cum, pulling the dildo out.

The wet spot underneath you and Sevika was enormous, your fluids mixed and coating her sheets. You just layed there for a bit, riding on the high of the orgasm for a bit. You were both exhausted, still a bit dizzy from all the drinking.

“That was the best of my life”you let out, your head in the clouds.

Sevika just smiled, knowing. This encounter would linger in your head, haunting you until you saw each other again. She was proud of herself, but there was something more than pride: quiet confidence, the kind born of knowing exactly what kind of effect she had on you.

After a moment, Sevika seemed to have recovered her composure. Her hand was gentle as she guided you to the bathroom. Her touch was surprisingly soft after the roughness showed a mere moments before. You couldn’t help but notice how she lingered close, filling the space. You sat on the toilet as Sevika draped a towel over your shoulders. The gesture felt oddly comforting, her presence steady and unhurried.

Quietly, Sevika turned and started filling a large pot with cold water. In Zaun, having hot running water was not common. The entire pluming system was notoriously deficient and unreliable, water shutting off unexpectedly from time to time. You felt pampered, almost like a child, being cared for in way that you didn’t know you needed.

Sevika came back, her hands steady as she carried the pot of now steaming water. The vapor swirled around as a gentle fog. You watched as she carefully placed it on the floor. Sevika’s gaze softened as she helped you into the bathtub, her hands strong but gentle at once. It was just a simple act of care, rare in a city that often felt devoid of it.

“You did so good, baby”said Sevika while pouring the warm water over you with a smaller recipient.

You felt almost spoiled, having her bathing you even if you could just fine. Your head was still a bit foggy,making the moment feel kid of unreal. Sevika’s soapy hands sliding through your body, the warm water trailing down your skin, it was grounding and disorienting at the same time.

“You felt fantastic”Sevika added”And your body, gods, It’s even better than I imagined”

Her voice was devoid of teasing, just pure admiration. It was obvious that Sevika had left her guard down around you long ago. Sincere compliments and praises didn’t come easy for her, but now she wasn’t overthinking them. The alcohol had loosened her tongue, making her speak without restrain. And yet, even without it, you felt she would have meant every single word.

For a moment, Sevika just watched you, her fingers brushing over your shoulder before she helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around you. She sighed, remembering she still had a huge mess to take care off.

“Finish up, doll. I’ll be in my room”Sevika said, a bit reluctant.

She stood, stretching lightly before heading out. After a long day and a even longer evening, all Sevika wanted was sleep. Still, she changed her sheets and put the dirty ones in the washing machine. She would just shower in the morning, not a bit of energy left in her.

Meanwhile, you dried yourself. You couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever there was between you had become more intimate, something you couldn’t quite put into words. You caught your reflection in the cracked mirror and stopped. Your neck was marked with purple stains, souvenirs from Sevika’s mouth. Lower, on your hip, a faint bruise stood out. The imprint of Sevika’s mechanical fingers stood out, a remainder of how much she had let go. You traced the marks absentmindedly, her touch still lingering.

After inspecting every bruise, you made your way back to her bedroom. Sevika sat on the edge of the bed, carefully removing her mechanical arm. She preferred not to sleep with it in fear of accidentally damaging it. The process was practiced, but you could tell it wasn’t effortless.

She never asked for help, not from anyone, despite how much easier it would be. No, Sevika had always done things alone, relying only on herself.

You stepped closer, drawn by the quiet vulnerability of the moment. Resting your head on her left shoulder, you exhaled, letting yourself sink into her skin.

“That was incredible, honestly”you said, barely above a whisper.

Sevika didn’t respond right away. Her attention remained fully on her arm, her fingers working through the motions of detaching her arm. You could notice the tension in her shoulders and the small hitch in her breath as her fingers slipped. You hesitated only for a moment before putting your hand on top of hers, a silent offer to help.

“It’s okay”she blurted the moment she felt your touch”I can do it myself”

Sevika moved away from you slightly, almost embarrassed, almost defensive. Sevika wasn’t the type to ask for help, she had never been.

She already struggled with letting Jinx tinker with her arm, only agreeing when it was absolutely necessary. She knew a thing or two about mechanics, enough manage most of it, but it was nothing compared to Jinx’s ability. Even so, she resisted relying on her. On anyone. Because asking for help meant vulnerability. It meant depending on someone else, something that Sevika learned was dangerous. People always came and went from her life. Needing someone only made it harder when they eventually left. So she avoided it, she did things herself.

“You don’t have to, I’m here”you said.

Your words settled something in her, easing her tension. Sevika wanted to resist, to keep the wall up, but things were different with you. She always ended up folding, melting under the quiet sincerity in your voice. You were so sweet on her. No hidden intentions or expectations behind your words, not that she could pick up at least.

Truth is, Sevika felt comfortable being vulnerable around you, more than with others at least . She knew you trustworthy, not just because you passed Miguel’s filter, which was no small feat. Both of them were selective with who they considered friends. But there was also you, your gentleness, something that was hard to come by there. It made her believe that she didn’t have to keep you at arms length, as she had done with other women.

After a couple of moments you managed to get the arm off. Carefully, you set it aside, then you wrapped your arms around Sevika’s naked torso. You could feel the heat of her body, a faint layer of sweat over her abdomen, it only drew you closer. Sevika leaned into your hug, her body relaxing against yours. For the first time in forever, she felt at peace. There was no tension, no walls, just quiet comfort.

“You were incredible, darling”you repeated.

“Darling?” Sevika asked, curiosity in her tone.

Sevika wasn’t used to hearing pet names, not like that. The working girls at the brothel used them with her, but so they did with everyone else. There was no real meaning behind it. But with you it was different, she was your darling, the only one.

“Don’t like it?”you asked, slightly concerned.

“No… I do”Sevika replied, her words trailing off, unfinished.

She didn’t know how to explain it. She just wasn’t used to this. This softness, this tenderness. Now that somebody showed her affection without strings, without expectations, it left Sevika a bit unsteady. She felt warmth in her core. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, it was unfamiliar.

You were charming and kind in a way that seemed to slip under her defense. Like you had cast a spell on her, something she didn’t mind getting caught in.

The comfort of the moment lingered has Sevika stayed wrapped in your arms. A few moments later, the sleepiness won the battle and you finally gave into it. You stretched yourself on her bed, the softenes and clean scent of the sheets srounding you. Sevika left her arm on the nightstand gently, then she settled down behind you. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer while her head found it’s place on your shoulder. You held her hand, your fingers weaving between hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of her body pressing against yours was grounding, comforting, and with each steady breath, you felt more connected to her than ever before.

𓍯𓂃 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞

c.w. nsfw (use of hexcore strap) mean! sevika

mention of violence ex! brothel freader

sypnosis: how sevika would act with a reader who acts like a piltie (piltover citizen) 𝜗𝜚

God you hated being a woman.

You were currently being chased by a former client from the brothel. Despite constantly saying no to giving him service because you had just quit. He was adamant on having his way with you.

Clothes half torn and a rush of adrenaline rushing through you, you made a beeline towards a familiar bar in the distance.

The Last Drop.

You've had enough of the undercity at this point. The streets were overrun with shimmer addicts and that included the brothel.

More of your clients had been smoking shimmer and that caused them to become erratic at times. Pushing you to the brink of quitting.

It was a tough decision, leaving Babette and the brothel workers with whom you've called 'family'. But it had to be done.

"Will you leave me alone already?!" you snap back in annoyance as the pestering man was beginning to catch up with you.

" Sorry darlin' , I'm not leaving till I have what I want-" he slurred as he grabs your arm. In a frantic attempt to push him away from you, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar ravenette.

"Sevika!" , your voice coming out strained due to amount of screaming you had been doing the past 20 minutes.

Sevika, hearing a voice, she looked around in annoyance until she locked eyes with yours. Her eyes slitting when she noticed the man on the floor with a bloody nose had started chasing you again while you ran towards her.

Sighing in relief you fall into Sevika's side, too out of breath to even think at the moment. She didn't know the situation you were in but she damn well knows what the guys intentions are.

Grabbing the guy by the scruff of his dirty top she brang him close to her face and sneered "Listen here you scum, stay far away from my girl. Or next time, let's just say you won't be leaving without a limb unattached. Got it?".

The terrified man quickly scrambled to stand up as soon as Sevika threw him to the ground. Disappearing into the dark alleyway behind the lively bar.

Sevika was surprised to see you again. She hadn't been to the brothel in a while due to the heavy workload that she got from Silco.

"Thanks Sevika," you muttered under your breath as you began to shift on your feet. Clearly nervous after not seeing her for so long. It was especially embarrassing for you since you've never really seen her outside the brothel. Making this interaction all the more awkward.

"Hey," Sevikas deep voice made you look up solwy from the ground as she leans down to your level. Her cloudy grey eyes meeting with yours. "You ok? Did he hurt you anywhere?".

Wait, something felt wrong. She sounds like she actually cares about you? You could be completely wrong but chose to indulge in her behaviour nonetheless.

"No I'm fine, just a few scratches here and there when I tried fighting him off of me," you breath out, your voice faltering slightly from the nerves.

Sevika scanned your form, noticing how your clothes are torn and tattered and how your hair had become quite messy.

She shrugs off her cloak and wraps it around your shoulders, making sure to cover your body and uses her human hand to fix your hair. Tucking strands behind your ear so she could see your face better.

You were beautiful, just like she remembers.

There was an unspoken feeling between you two that you never brought up. This was because you knew Sevika was a busy woman and didn't know if she actually liked you or not.

You were spacing out for so long that you didn't notice her move away from you. Sighing in disappointment, you turn on your heel to walk back home.

That was until you saw Sevika standing a few feet away from you. The familiar tingle in your stomach resurfacing as you gave her a gentle smile.

"Do you want me to walk you home or not?"

(Timeskip to s2 )

Once again, the rally that Sevika had been trying hard to gather had failed. All they wanted was to see Jinx, but she refused to step outside her little workshop.

She was pissed that's for sure, nothing was going her way and nobody was taking her seriously. After Silco's death, Sevika tried taking over as the new leader of Zaun. But clearly that's not what the people wanted.

Slamming her apartment door shut, she made her way to the kitchen with heavy steps. Following the pleasant smell of...cake?

Sure enough, there you were. Wearing your usual silk night dress and a frilly apron that managed to accentuate your waist perfectly. You weren't rich in any way despite living on the outskirts of piltover, yet you managed to look exactly like a piltie.

Sevika was grateful to have you in her life, you two had finally made your relationship official. This was after months of constant flirting and pining after each other.

You were humming to yourself from a classic song that was playing on the radio. Sensing that a pair of eyes were watching you as you prepared the icing for the cake, you turn around with an inviting smile on your face.

"Hey Sev," you ushered her over with a spatula in your hand and the other resting on your hip.

"Can you taste this for me, please?" Though Sevika looked like she didn't want to, you could see her eyes light up from your comment. Knowing that she secretly craves sweet treats.

You expected her to take the spatula, but she instead reached down to grab hold of your waist. Pulling you in with a cold yet firm grip from her mechanical hand. She then scooped some icing with her finger and brang it up towards your lips.

"Well, go on. Stick out your tongue for me pretty girl."

You wanted to protest so bad , but they way she was looking at you made your knees buckle.

Legs unknowingly closing from the pet name, you obeyed. Sevika grabs your chin and places the sugary icing on your tongue. She had a shit eating grin on her face. Clearly amused from how quickly you obeyed her command.

Let's be honest, you wanted her as much as she wanted you.

The pretty angel cake that you baked for her sat on the counter forgotten as a you two began your makeout session in the kitchen. She had kept on adding more icing on your lips and tongue, loving the delicious combination of the icing and your saliva.

She holds your hips as you entangle your fingers into her short raven hair. Sevikas new haircut was...something. She thought you'd hate it but in your opinion, she looks 10 times hotter.

Sevika was the first to pull away as she leads you into your shared bedroom, and seats herself on her chair. That's right, you guys had enough money to buy her a desk set just in case she wanted to work at home rather than at the last drop. Which she appreciated alot.

Because now, she gets to fuck you on it.

"Come here," she commanded softly. Her voice was smooth and sultry. You eagerly climb onto her lap as Sevika's hands settle on your waist. Her fingers pressed into your flesh as she held you close.

As you settled, you felt a slight hum beneath you. Your eyes widened as you looked down at her pants. Sevika unzips the flap of her pants , revealing a hexcore powered strap on. She adjusted it so you could get a better look at it.

The soft glow flickering against her skin as she tilts her head, observing the mixed emotions you had on your face. A lazy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

You were speechless as you look up to meet with Sevikas stormy eyes. Clearly she had planned this before she left for work in the morning and had been meaning to use her new toy on you as soon as she got home.

Anticipation was building up inside you as you caught a glimpse of the length of strap. It had thick girth and glowing bluish veins.

"Gimme a kiss," she whispers gently as she bumps her nose against yours. You complied rather quickly, closing the gap between you both as you met her lips in a sweet kiss. Hands still holding your hips , she moves you ontop of her strap. Making you grind against it agonisingly slow.

Not breaking the kiss, she brings the straps of your dress down to reveal dainty lace bra. This made her stop dead in her tracks, pulling away with a string of saliva from the kiss.

You could see her eyes darken with lust and her nostrils flare slightly. It was no joke that you knew you weren't leaving the room at all 'til tomorrow morning.

"Hm, whats this?" She drawls as she thumbs over your perked tit's, making your voice falter as you answer.

"Mmph -... lets just say this was supposed to be a surprise present for you after we had the cake," you manage to squeek out as she continues to fumble with your breasts.

Her hot mouth hovered over you ear and you shiver from the way she whispers into your ear, "Guess I'll have the real dessert now , right here writhing beneath me."

She swiftly moves her fingers behind you and unclasps your bra, letting it fall onto the floor. Moving from your ear back to your lips, she brings you into a seering hot kiss filled with lust and passion. You moan against her lips as she plays with your bare tit's.

"Lean back for me on the desk will you?," she whispers against your lips. You do as your told and lean on your elbows as she spreads your legs apart. The coldness of her metal hand made you squirm but she manages to pry your thighs open. Exposing your matching lace panties to her hungry gaze.

"Fuck baby, you're this wet already?" She chuckles , "Just from a few kisses?". You bite your lip, your face heating up from embarrassment. Your breath hitches as you feel her thumb against your clothed clit, feeling the bud twitch under her touch.

"I can't help it Sev -," you gasp as she kisses a trail from your thighs down to your hot core. Gently nudging her nose against it.

Before another word couldbe said, your panties were torn apart a slight tug from her mechanical finger. Realising she can't really have you properly on her desk, she picks you up in her arms bridal style and plops you down on the plush mattress.

Crawling onto the bed beside you, she then maneuvers you above her face. You peered down with heavy breaths at her as her mouth was now inches away from your throbbing cunt.

"You're gonna ride my face now, 'kay angel?"

You're not sure how long you've been riding her face, but it felt like forever.

"Nngh! Shit Sev, please...- can we stop for a sec..?"

Fucking Sevika. Just because she was a regular at the brothel, doesn't mean she gets to have her way with you.

You were beginning to get exhausted from the amount of times you came on her tongue. Of course, It didn't help with her completely ravaging you underneath like a mad woman. Making you squirm on top of her.

"Tsk, stop moving. You don't want me to tie you up and leave you high and dry, do you sweet thing?"

She mumbles against your wet core. The vibrations from her deep voice made you moan louder, surprising yourself as you quickly cover your mouth.

The room filled with the obscene sounds moaning and skin slapping. Your body felt hot and sticky all over as Sevika continues to plunge inside you with her hexcore strap, the subtle vibrations adding to the pleasure.

You were surprised that it even fit in you considering the sheer size of the thing. But it slipped in quite easily due to the your own slick.

Sevika leans down as she folds her body over yours, pressing together your foreheads as she grunts. "Love this pussy so fucking much, you take my cock so well."

She captures your lips in hers as she deepens the kiss before pulling back slightly. Her intense gaze making you cower.

"You feel so good baby, 'swear I can feel you 'round me-"

Clinging onto Sevika , you felt the tension building once again as she fucks you relentlessly with a pace that leaves you breathless. You gently hold her face in your hands as look deep into her eyes as you whimper , "Pleae don't stop Sevy, you're doing so good for me."

Feeling her own high coming , she buries her face in the crook of your neck. Pressing hot kisses over the dark purple hickeys that we're scattered all over her neck.

"I won't angel, need you to come f' me ok?"

Sevika continues to pepper kisses all over your face and neck while her hands groped your tit's. Her thrusts becoming more faster and rugged , driving you both closer to the edge. You arch your back, your clit bumping against Sevikas abs with every moment. Your moans were getting louder so she leans in to swallow each one with a passionate kiss, making you borderline insane.

"There you go," she whispered, her voice a mixture of praise and satisfaction as she watched you unravel beneath her. "Taking my cock so well...just like I knew you would." Her words sent a thrill through you, and you felt yourself clench around her. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, making the bed creak beneath you.

"'Vika shit...! I'm gonna cum-" you huffed breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers make deep dents and scratches on her back. With one final deep thrust, you completely become undone. Your legs shaking by her head with every thrust as Sevika slows down to help you calm down from your high.

Once you both came, she pulls out. Watching a mixture of blue shimmer and your cum drip out.

As the after math of the moment settled over you both, Sevika shifted back just enough to see the mess she made. A playful smirk slowly forming on her lips. She took in the scene beneath her, the sheets ruined and soaked. Your face was flushed and your messy hair created the illusion of a halo above your head.

"What a mess," she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes as she caresses your cheek affectionately.

"Didn't know you had it in you." Her voice was low and playful. You were too dumbed out to speak so you just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing. Noticing how tired you were, she heads to the bathroom to turns on the taps and prepare a hot bath for you.

Picking you up gently from the bed, you weakly cling onto her while you lean in softly kiss her cheek. "Thanks Sev..."

" 's fine princess, let's get you all cleaned up. "

I swear to god if people don’t start finishing their multi part fanfics IM GOING TO GO INSANE!!!!!!

I swear to god if people don’t start finishing their multi part fanfics IM GOING TO GO INSANE!!!!!!

what if i die

credit !!

𖤐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - Arcane

𝐈. 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

Oneshots:

Dom Kingpin!Sevika ✮ Virgin!ReaderxSevika ✮ Subby Sevika✮ Butch4Butch Sev x Reader

Drabbles:

Sevika Tribbing ✮ On a High ✮ Making Sevika Squirt ✮

Headcanons:

Soft Sevika[HC]❁

𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

Oneshots:

Modern CEO Ambessa x Butch Secretary Reader "Surrender" [Ambessa x Sevika]

Drabbles:

Dom!Ambessa/Sevika x Reader✮ Aftercare w/ Ambessa✮❁

Key ; ✮: smut | ❁: fluff | Strike: In Progress

rockstar! sevika

just some thoughts that have been festering in our heads (mine n my wife @pinknightsinmymind) for weeks now, but we only just got around to posting it </3 literally it’s been written since I was still at college 😭 wanna make this very clear: This is the product of both JJ and I’s work, we both wrote this. please send them all the love in the world because she’s my wife and I adore her <3

wc: 2.1k

Starts as a small, hometown band. Think Corroded Coffin from Stranger Things. They got popular because of a cover of Motley Crue’s Sticky Sweet.

Sevika, lead singer and guitarist of the band, Children of Zaun. A band that is super popular among the sapphic community for uhhhh…. no reason.

A huge staple in the band’s ideology is how unapologetically queer they are. Pretty much every member of the band is queer, and all of its songs are inherently sapphic in nature as Sevika is one of the main songwriters. The name itself also serves as a sort of metaphor for acceptance of queerness and a sort of home and found-family of sorts.

You met Sevika about a year after her band started when they were still small at a local show, then ran into her again at a house party that CoZ was playing at. It all unfolded from there.

Keep reading

Kiss the barrel of my gun softly: chapter one

Sevika x reader

Warnings for this chapter: violence, gun and knife usage, drinking, gambling mentions, womaniser Sevika, a little bit ooc sevika but I tried I swear, mentions of sex, mentions of prostitution

The streets surrounding the Last Drop were as busy as usual as Sevika and her men walked calmly along on their way for yet another meeting revolving around how to clean up Jinx’s new mess up. All of them dragging their feet in the process of doing so. 

The markets were alive and thriving with various different creatures running around to steal, sample or buy. The one thing the crowd did do in unison however, was separating and dispersing to make a clear path for the terrifying group. All their eyes trained on the leader of the group with fearful yet respectful expressions, knowing that treating Silco’s second in command with anything but was nothing short of a death sentence. 

Sevika enjoyed this, she liked it even. The respect she was given wherever she went was nothing short of thrilling, knowing she had earned it alongside their fear gave her a feeling that working with Vander never could. So she walks with pride along the newly opened path and tries to ignore the way her men slobber and gloat behind her. 

All's going well until she spots it, until she spots you.

You were rarely spotted in public these days, keeping yourself locked away from undercity society seemed to appeal to you nowadays. You stood there in that familiar black dress and cloak, the one that showed enough of your tempting flesh without exposing your weak points. The dress that showed enough of your figure with your cloak to hide any weapons, the dress that once represented your grief but now represents your power.

You stood there looking beautiful under the lighting of the marketplace, you stood there looking calmly at the woman you were currently attempting to purchase some kind of liquid in a glass bottle from. You stood….

You stood directly in the way of Sevika and her group.

You seemed chillingly calm as you turned your head to notice them, having to be made aware by the muscular red headed woman by the side of you that you had brought along with you for protection reasons presumably.

Your eyes narrowed as your head turned and you made eye contact with sevika, your serenely calm expression changing almost noticeably to one of contempt. The twitch of your eye and the slight snarl of your lips are only noticeable to sevika, having learned all your microexpressions from your past encounters.

You simply quirked a brow at the sight of the group and the situation you had found yourself in, but still choosing to not move out of their way. You stand there still a few feet in front of sevika and her group without a spec of fear or respect in your gaze. The onlookers looked at you with looks of anxiety, knowing that anyone else in your position would usually be shot down or beaten without a second thought, especially given the bad blood that ran between you and Silco.

Sevika could feel her men getting antsy at the sight of your clear disrespect towards them, looking at you with faces of anger and disbelief. Still, your eyes remained trained on Sevika and hers kept on yours. 

Sevika battled internally with how to respond to your disrespect, you seemingly doing the same as you both stood still as statues with gazes locked in a heated battle of wills.

Sevika’s men make the first move, one of the skinner ones darted forward with the clear intent to slay you down as his hand grips the handle of his knife. The muscular red headed woman next to you acted in kind as she also moved forward with her hand grabbing the gun that had been strapped to her thigh.

You both stopped the attacks in action. Sevika gripped the collar of the skinny man's shirt and threw him back into her small group huddled behind her while you simply raised your fist and the woman beside you halted and lowered her gun. The skinny man rubbed his bumped head and glared at Sevika while the muscular woman nodded and slotted the gun back into the holdster on her thigh. 

Sevika stared at you while you stared at her before suddenly you were walking towards her, until with a blink of an eye you and the red headed woman had passed the group with barely an inch between you, you exchanged one more cold look to sevika before you had passed her fully. The onlookers let out sighs of relief, knowing that they had missed what could have been a bloodbath.

“What the hell boss?!” the skinny man exclaims as the group continues to walk, trying to figure out their bosses intent “why’d you stop me?”

Sevika turns and gives the man a deadly glare, towering over the skinny man with a snarl on her scarred lips

“You never attack without my command!” Sevika barks out fiercely “understand me?”

“But she was disrespecting us” The skinny man grunted out, although with much less conviction than before when his intimidating boss wasn't burning holes into his head with her glare “we could have taken her out!”

Sevika’s glare harshens at his words and her body seems to become more tense as her mechanical hand reaches out and digs into the front of his shirt and drags him close enough so that he was looking directly into her angered.

“I don’t care if she was spitting directly into your fucking face, you never attack unless i give the command” Sevika snarls out, droplets of her sit landing on the skinny mans face because of her harsh volume and tone “we ain’t here to start fights over petty shit like that, especially with someone with that amount of influence around here, you understand me?”

The skinny man quickly nods his head, knowing he'd severely overstepped his station by questioning her and sorely regretting it. Sevika only grumbled as she threw him back into the group behind her before turning back around and continuing to walk.

“I just don’t understand why she gets a free pass” The man mumbles out with a sulking expression despite the warning looks from the other members of the group gave him “what makes her so special?”

Sevika simply lets out a sigh and continues walking the route to the last drop, not even sparing the man a look over her shoulder.

“Madame obsidian and Silco already have bad blood between them, we can’t afford to make it worse over something petty” Sevika explains stoically as she aggressively rams her shoulder against any onlookers who got in her way, desperate to cover up her previous weakness that they had witnessed “The Madame has too much influence for us to do that currently”

“How much influence can a brothel owner have?” The man scoffs out in disbelief.

“You’d be surprised” sevika grumbles out with a grim expression.

Sevika tunes out the rest of the group's rants and conversations for the rest of the journey. Her mind wandered back to you, the cold look you gave her as you passed. Your eyes, god how they’d changed so radically. What they once held of warmth and curiosity had now disappeared and left nothing but a hollow calmness and cold contempt.

It's true, Sevika enjoyed the respect she received, although sometimes she regrets what she had to give up in order to maintain it.

Your eyes looked so different from the night you had first met.

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It had been a great night for sevika.

She’d successfully overseen a large amount of shimmer making its way into Piltover, meaning Silco had a hefty bag of gold coins waiting for her on his desk when she returned. She’d decided to spend it on her usual vices as she made her way to one of the rundown bars near to her apartment, somewhere she could wind down away from the drama of The Last Drop.

She’d drunk whiskey neat and gambled the night away, cheating her way into winning most of her games. This, mixed with her sore winner attitude, made it so her opponents left in a huff as they’d slam their cards down and refuse to play with her anymore.

This made her consider packing the cards up, settling her tab at the bar and going to babbettes to pick some sweet looking girl to release her excessive energy onto. But something stopped her as she approached the bar to pay her tab.

She spotted you sitting at the bar, sipping some kind of sickly sweet looking concoction. Your dark clothing was dirty and ripped but that did nothing to distract from your lustrous figure and obvious beauty beneath the messed up hair and exhaustion. 

“Don’t you think it's a little dangerous for someone like you to be out here alone?” sevika asks stoically as she sits on the bar stool beside you “especially at night”

You don’t even look at her as you sip your drink before opening your mouth to respond.

“That a threat or an offer?” you ask calmly with a raised brow as you turn to face her

“Your choice” sevika offers stoically as she leans back in her seat to observe you, locking eyes with you

She eyes you with barely concealed lust, eyes obviously trailing from your muddy boots all the way up to your eyes. She notices a considerable amount of curiosity within them that lingers as you watch her trail your body.

“I’ll take offer” you say as your head tilts slightly in curiosity, similar to a puppy dogs, Sevika remarks to herself internally “I’ve had enough threats for one night”

Sevika’s face becomes slightly smug at your acceptance before signaling to the bartender for two of the same drinks.

“What are you doing drinking alone?” Sevika asks as she turns her attention back to you before eyeing your dirty torn clothing “on the run or something?”

“It's the undercity” you point out calmly as you sip your fresh drink “everyone’s running from something down here”

“That's vague” Sevika states somewhat suspiciously “trying to keep yourself a mystery or something?”

“It's not exactly smart to make yourself known to Silco’s right hand woman, now is it?” you point out with a raised brow and narrowed eyes

Sevika is slightly surprised at your correct observation, having it not exactly been public information where Sevika’s place was within Silco’s scheme at the moment. So having you guess it so quickly was certainly intriguing and almost suspicious.

“Clocked it when I heard your voice, you and your boss have had a few meetings at Madame Emerald’s brothel” you explain calmly when noticing her surprised look “you talk loudly in meetings”

“You're one of Emeralds girls?” Sevika asks, slightly confused on why she hadn't seen you working the floor on one of her various visits.

“I’m the Madame’s assistant” you answer calmly as you sip your sweet drink.

Sevika eyes your messy and dishevelled appearance before huffing out a slightly mocking laugh.

“You must be one of the madame’s favourites” Sevika assumes as she sips her whiskey, the implication thick in the air between the two of you.

“It isn't what your thinking” you clarify with a slight scoff “I don’t do brothel work”

“That so?” sevika says with a mocking tone “Then what do you do?”

“I told you” you point out calmly “i’m an assistant”

“Assistants a bit vague, don’t you think?” Sevika asks with a scoff

“So ask so i can clarify” you say in a challenging manner, a manner that would usually have sevika choking out anyone else who used it.

“Go ahead” Sevika says with a scoff and a challenging tone that rivalled your own “what do you do as her assistant”

You smirk at this as you place your empty glass on the bar and you lean forward slightly 

“I assist Madame Emerald with day to day tasks as well as meetings, business ventures, money handling” you list off calmly as you eye her curiously

“So basically you're her second in command?” sevika asks with a raised brow and an almost condescending tone “might as well be running the damn empire”

“Isn’t that what you do for Silco?” you fire back in a way that has Sevika questioning if your flirting back or if you're genuinely trying to pick a fight with her.

“Suppose so” Sevika states as her eyes narrow slightly and her tone becomes mocking “don’t think Silco would like that comparison though, considering old emerald isn’t particularly good at anything besides playing with the hearts of desperate men”

“Madame Emerald is smarter than this place gives her credit for” you shoot back defensively with a firm tone, your brows furrowing in a way that sevika finds just delightful

The bartender comes over to collect the empty glasses and you reach into your pocket to pull out a few coins for payment, only to have sevika slap your hand away before instructing the bartender to put it on her tab. This causes you to raise your brow at her.

“What exactly are you aiming for out of this conversation?” you ask bluntly as you put your coins away, becoming all too aware of the situation.

“What makes you think I'm aiming for something?” Sevika replies with an amused tone 

“Because you don't even know my name, yet your sat here talking to me and buying me drinks” you point out with a suspicious tone and narrowed eyes “no one does that in the undercity without wanting something”

Sevika lets out a breathy chuckle at your accusation before grabbing one of her cigarettes from her pocket and lighting it up.

“I think you know exactly what I want from you” Sevika states with a smug tone, blowing smoke gently in your face

“You seem pretty confident in how you think the nights gonna end” you scoff out 

“sweetheart , i don't think” Sevika says smugly “i know how tonights gonna end”

This elicits an irritated reaction from you as you let out a scoff before rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you” you state bluntly with a firm tone as you lean away from her, temporarily breaking the intense eye contact the two of you had been sharing

“What makes you so sure?” Sevika asks smugly

“Madame Emerald and Silco are business rivals and have a very intense hatred of each other” you point out with an obvious tone “sleeping with her assistant doesn't make you look particularly loyal”

Sevika bristles slightly at your words, always finding it extremely uncomfortable whenever her loyalty was called into question, especially after the Vander incident. She brushes those feelings away quickly with a mocking chuckle.

“Not gonna say that hasn't crossed my mind, but Silco doesnt tell me who i can and can’t fuck” sevika states smugly as she leans in slightly “so your free game in my mind, sweetheart”

“____” you state your name as you stand from the bar stool, correcting her on her pet name “my name, not sweetheart”

“Leaving so soon?” Sevika almost sounds disappointed as you get ready to leave, tipping the rest of her drink down her throat

“You’ll see me around” you state in a way that almost sounds like a promise as you make your way out of the bar, the interaction forcing a small, bashful smile  onto your lips.

Sevika sports her own grin at your words as she lets out an amused huff before slamming some coins down on the bar to pay her tab and getting up to leave.

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Sevika shakes her head to rid her thoughts of you with a grumble and clenched fists as she approaches the Last Drop with the intention to get the work done and go home to drown her sorrows in some kind of bottle, hoping slightly that silco wouldn’t hear of your clear sign of disrespect. She can’t keep protecting you from his and his men’s wraith if you didn’t try and at least act civil with them.

Then again, after all they’d done, she’s not sure she’d act civil either.

Her mind thinks of the girl she had met in that bar, the one she’d determinedly pursued and the one who shut her attempts down but in a way that only made her want you more.

She thinks of the woman who you were now, cold and calculating with anger and sorrow behind every action.

How times had changed for the two or you.

Chapter two here

A Monster

Just a Crossover that appeared in my mine.

I lost all my big mama edits

#imgonnafuckingendmylife #ambessasidechick

unexpected arrangementsˎˊ˗

You were a STEM major preparing to enter your hectic 3rd year of schooling and your housing situation was a disaster. The dormitories’ piping system got ruined two weeks before you were supposed to move in, leaving you without housing. When the school finally got its act together, they placed you in an apartment with a graduate student, Sevika. One who, you might add, was not happy at all with the abrupt living situation. You two, however, unexpectedly grew closer throughout the semester. fluff, kind of slow-burn, suggestive if you squint, no mention of sevika's mechanical arm, fem reader, modern au masterlist

It was rainy and cold when you moved into her apartment—well, now your apartment. Your furniture and hastily packed boxes of clothes had already been moved into the guest bedroom earlier that day.

By the time you returned with the last of your things—a tote bag full of books and a throw blanket bunched up in your arms—it was late. You stood outside the door, knocking repeatedly. The minutes dragged on, and your shoulder began to ache from the weight of the books. Your phone mockingly read 11:32 PM, and your irritation flared. Not only was the elevator out of service tonight, but the apartment you were now supposed to live in was on the fourth floor.

You were wet and cold from the rain, sweaty from the flights of stairs, and completely over it.

When your patience ran out, you dropped the bag and blanket to the floor with a loud thud, balled your fist, and banged on the door. Hard.

You didn’t make it to your sixth bang before the door flew open, leaving your mouth slightly ajar and your hand still raised. You hadn’t even heard her approach.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

There stood Sevika, your new roommate, wearing a fitted tank and loose sweats that clung low on her full hips. Her damp hair suggested she’d just showered, and a cigarette rested between her lips, which were now curled into a sneer. The muffled music from a room down the hall explained why she hadn’t heard you earlier.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts as you cleared your throat. “Trying to get inside? I thought you knew I was moving in today.”

She scoffed, leaning against the doorframe and pulling the cigarette from her lips. “You mean tonight? It’s damn near midnight—you were supposed to be here earlier.”

Biting back a sharp response, you bent down to pick up the bag and blanket you’d dropped. Still, frustration colored your tone. “I have a lot of shit, okay? And not enough time to move in. This wasn’t exactly my idea either.”

Sevika’s eyes swept over your small frame, noting your damp hoodie and jeans clinging to your skin. Wet from the rain, sweaty from exertion, and visibly tired—you looked like a mess. She let out a dismissive scoff before pushing off the doorframe and stepping aside, leaving the door ajar.

“Leave your shoes and socks at the door,” she said, walking away without a backward glance. The door to her room shut behind her, and the music turned up.

You exhaled a sharp breath, annoyed. Here you were, kicked out of your familiar living arrangement to stay with someone who didn’t even want you here.

But why should you care? Sevika clearly regarded you as a pest—an intruder in her space. It stung a little, though. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being unwanted.

Inside, the apartment was warm and smelled faintly of sandalwood and cigarettes. You took a moment to inhale deeply, rubbing at the shoulder still aching from the weight of your bag. This arrangement was supposed to be temporary, but you couldn’t help but wonder what living with her would be like.

Sevika’s reputation preceded her. Popular among students and faculty in your department, she was as brilliant as she was intimidating. And undeniably attractive. Your thoughts strayed to the sight of her just now: damp hair, hooded eyes, the warm light framing her figure. Self-consciously, you flattened your rain-frizzed hair.

In the guest room—well, your room now—you took stock of your surroundings. The XL twin bed had thankfully been assembled earlier by the delivery people. A desk and chair had already been tucked into the corner near a window. A dresser and a decent-sized closet rounded out the furniture.

Peeling off your damp clothes, you changed into a fitted baby tee and shorts before tying up your hair. Determined to make the best of it, you got to work unpacking.

Sevika, back in her room, tried to focus on the project she was tinkering with for one of her professors. The faint thumps and rustling from the guest bedroom were hard to ignore, though. She was used to living alone, and your intrusion was a constant reminder of how her space was no longer hers alone.

Silco, the department director, had recommended her for this arrangement. His mentorship during her undergrad years meant she couldn’t say no. Still, she regretted the inconvenience. When the noises became too distracting, she turned down her music and padded down the hall.

Leaning against the doorframe, Sevika watched you move around the room with ease, unpacking and arranging your belongings. You had already transformed the empty guest room into something undeniably yours. The bed, far cozier than hers, was adorned with soft pillows and lush blankets that looked inviting enough to sink into.

Your closet was nearly full, your desk neatly organized with a laptop, folders, and a softly glowing candle. The warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon filled the space, drifting into the hallway and subtly reaching Sevika’s senses.

Cozy, she thought. 

It was when you got down on your knees to grab something that rolled under the bed, giving her a full view of a dangerous arch and your ass clad in some thin shorts, that Sevika cleared her throat making her presence known.

Startled, you jumped, hitting your head on the bed frame. Groaning, you leaned back on your heels and looked up at her. Still standing in the doorway, she regarded you with mild amusement.

“Yeah?” Your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat suddenly feeling nervous.

“Just checking in.” Sevika stepped inside, casually leaning against your dresser and idly pushing around the small trinkets you’d arranged there. “Heard back from your RA yet?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you stood from the floor, brushing your hands on your thighs. “I just got settled in, and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you quipped, disappearing into the closet.

A low, velvety chuckle followed. “No, sweetheart. Just wondering.” Her tone carried a playful lilt, making it impossible to ignore the nickname.

You poked your head out, eyebrows furrowed as you gave her a pointed look. “Oh? Were you just wondering when you so kindly welcomed me into your home?”

Your words were meant to sound annoyed, but the teasing edge in your voice drew another laugh from Sevika—a rich, pleasant sound.

“Sorry about that,” she said, her voice softer now. “Was just caught a little off guard.”

You waved off her apology with an easy smile. “It’s fine,” you replied, stepping out of the closet with a towel over your shoulder and toiletries in hand.

Walking up to her, you shot a quick look at the dresser behind her. Sevika stepped aside, watching as you picked out another pair of shorts and a sweatshirt—presumably for sleeping. You tried to ignore the warmth radiating off her body, the earthy scent that clung to her like a second skin.

Her gaze lingered on the curve of your hips as you nudged the drawer shut before turning back to her.

“Look, I know this whole situation was thrown on you out of the blue, and I get that it sucks,” you started, arms now full and ready for a shower. “But I hope we can at least get along, okay?”

Your voice softened, and you fidgeted slightly where you stood, waiting for her response. Nervousness crept in, unfamiliar and unwelcome. You usually didn’t care much about others’ opinions, but with Sevika, it was different. You were going to be living together. You wanted her approval—admiration, and maybe even something bordering on adoration. You didn't stress the specifics.

Sevika looked down at you, a flicker of amusement playing in her eyes. Truthfully, she felt a little bad about her earlier attitude. None of this was your fault, after all. And there was something endearing about the way you seemed eager to make things right for no reason other than to keep the peace.

You tilted your head, waiting for her answer, and in that moment, she decided you were harmless. And, to her surprise, quite cute.

Sevika reached out to ruffle your hair, her lazy smile sending a small flutter to your stomach. “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” she teased, her voice low and amused. Turning to leave, she pointed casually in the direction opposite your room. “Shower’s that way.”

With that, she disappeared into her room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and headed toward the bathroom. The warm spray of the shower worked to calm your nerves as you replayed the interaction in your mind. Sweetheart. You replayed the nickname in your head, enjoying the heat it brought to your face. Once finished, you stepped out, your discarded clothes and toiletries neatly tucked under your arm.

The apartment was quiet now, save for the faint sound of soft snores coming from Sevika’s room. Careful not to disturb her, you padded silently to your own space, feeling oddly content.

Behind the safety of your closed door, a small smile spread across your face. You couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected living arrangement.

Over the semester, the two of you grew closer, slipping into a rhythm that felt effortless with time.

It wasn’t instant, though. Even as familiarity settled between you, it took time for both of you to let your guard down fully. Sevika was used to her solitude and didn’t adapt easily to sharing her space, while you were navigating your own uncertainties about living with someone like her—intimidating yet undeniably attractive.

Your mornings often overlapped. You woke early for your morning lectures, groggily shuffling into the kitchen to make coffee. Around the same time, Sevika would return from the gym, towel slung over her shoulder, her hair damp and her muscles taut beneath her tank. At first, those mornings were silent and awkward.

The first time you ran into each other in the kitchen, she gave you a simple nod before heading straight to her room without a word. It wasn’t exactly unfriendly—more like she didn’t know what to say to you. Casual friendships weren’t her thing. As popular as she was, Sevika kept most people at arm’s length, letting only a select few into her inner circle.

But over time, she got used to you. Your presence became a constant, a welcoming thing.

One morning, you came out to find a steaming mug of coffee waiting for you on the counter. “Figured you’d need it,” Sevika muttered gruffly, pouring herself a second cup. It became routine after that. She’d make you coffee alongside her own, sometimes tossing in a joke or a compliment just to see your reaction.

And when Sevika got comfortable, she reaaaally got comfortable.

One morning, as you leaned against the counter, sipping your coffee in your usual lecture-day outfit—minimal makeup, hair pulled back, and a casual outfit—Sevika smirked at you over her mug.

“You trying to seduce the professor or something?” she teased.

The comment, as absurd as it was, sent a laugh spilling out of you. Your cheeks flushed, and you shook your head, trying to hide your amusement. She savored the sound of your laughter, the soft pink blooming on your cheeks, and the way you bashfully avoided her gaze. The kitchen island became her favorite spot in the mornings—not only because of the shared coffees but because of you.

As you grew more comfortable with Sevika, you became touchy, something that caught her off guard at first. She wasn’t used to physical affection, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she found it endlessly amusing—and secretly endearing.

If she said something funny and stood next to you, you’d bump your hip into hers with a smile. If she flirted or let her words stray into innuendo, your face would heat up, and you’d lightly punch her shoulder, muttering something to deflect. She called them “pats” because your punches barely registered as more than a breeze.

“Careful, sweetheart,” she’d tease, flexing her arm mockingly. “You’re really laying it on thick there.”

And when you flushed or rolled your eyes in response, Sevika would grin, leaning closer just to bask in your warmth. She couldn’t get enough of your reactions or your touch, growing addicted to the little ways you reached out to her.

What surprised her most was how natural it felt. For someone who always kept people at a distance, Sevika found herself leaning into your affection—and craving it.

Months had passed, and you and Sevika had fallen into a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Your morning exchanges became something sacred, leaving you both buoyed through the day, while evenings transformed into a gentle dance of shared space - completing tasks side by side, conversations flowing easily between mundane matters and comfortable silences, occasionally punctuated by the soft glow of movie nights.

With her more flexible postgraduate schedule, Sevika had taken to preparing dinner for your return from grueling days of classes and studying. The first time you'd come home to the smell of cooking and the sight of her in the kitchen, you'd nearly tackled her with the force of your gratitude.

"Oof," she'd chuckled, steadying herself against your embrace. "Down, girl." The warmth in her voice had made something flutter in your chest.

You found your own ways to contribute, handling errands during your daily ventures around campus. Acts of service spoke volumes to Sevika, though she rarely voiced it directly. She didn't need to - you caught the way her eyes would follow you, filled with gratitude and something softer, something that made your skin tingle. When you'd return with groceries or mention completing a task she'd only briefly mentioned, something in her expression would shift, a tenderness that made your heart stutter.

The closeness between you had grown into something neither of you dared name. Affection flowed freely, moments of tenderness woven through your daily interactions without thought or hesitation. You'd catch her watching you when she thought you weren't looking, and you knew she caught you doing the same. It was almost romantic, really. But there lay the question - what were you supposed to do about it? The desire for something more simmered beneath the surface for you both, but you'd grown comfortable in this space between friendship and something else, sustained by flirting and fleeting touches that left electricity in their wake.

The call came during midterms, catching you off-guard. Sevika leaned in your doorway, watching as you exchanged polite words with housing administration. When you hung up, you attempted a smile, but she saw right through it.

"Something happen?" Her voice carried a note of concern that made your chest tight.

"Oh nothing bad, it's just-" You tugged your sweater closer, like armor. "My RA says I'm good to move back in."

You missed the flash of surprise across Sevika's features, catching only her soft "Oh."

A moment stretched between you before she found her voice again. "Well, that's... good?" The uncertainty in her tone drew your gaze to hers.

"Yeah, it's good." Neither of you sounded convinced. The soft click of her door closing echoed through the apartment, leaving you alone with thoughts of what you might be losing.

The next few days passed in a strange tension, both of you dancing around the subject of your eventual departure. Your belongings remained exactly where they were, neither packed nor discussed. The comfortable routine you'd built continued, but there was something fragile about it now, like glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

One evening, you returned from a particularly brutal study session to find Sevika in the kitchen, the familiar smell of your favorite meal filling the apartment. She was stirring something on the stove, her hair pulled back messily, wearing that old band t-shirt you loved seeing her in. The sight made your chest ache.

"You didn't have to cook tonight," you said softly, dropping your bag by the counter. "I know you have that big paper due."

She shrugged, not turning around. "Needed a break anyway. Besides," her voice carried forced lightness, "got to make sure you're well-fed while you're still here."

The words hung heavy between you. You moved closer, drawn by some invisible force, until you stood just behind her. "Sevika..."

She set the spoon down with more force than necessary. "When are you planning to move back?" The question came out rough, like it had been sitting in her throat for days.

"I..." you hesitated, watching the tension in her shoulders. "I don't have to."

She turned then, finding you closer than expected. Her eyes searched yours, a vulnerability there you'd never seen before. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," you wet your lips, gathering courage, "I could stay. If... if you want me to."

"You'd want that?" Her voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.

"I want..." The words caught in your throat as you realized just how close you were standing. "I want a lot of things."

Something shifted in her expression, her eyes dropping to your lips for just a moment. Her hand came up slowly, giving you time to pull away, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle touch sent shivers down your spine.

"Tell me what you want," she murmured, her hand lingering near your face.

Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but then her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and everything fell into place. She tasted like coffee and something sweetly familiar, and you couldn't help but smile against her lips.

When you finally pulled apart, she kept you close, pressing her forehead to yours. "Stay," she whispered, and it sounded like more than just an offer about housing.

"Okay," you breathed, and it felt like coming home.

The pot on the stove began to bubble over, breaking the moment. Sevika cursed and spun around to rescue dinner, but her free hand found yours, interlacing your fingers. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder, feeling her squeeze your hand in response.

Later that evening, curled together on the couch, you sent a quick email to housing declining the move-in offer. Sevika read it over your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

"No regrets?" she asked, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You turned in her arms, meeting her eyes with a smile. "Only that we waited so long."

The rest of the semester unfolded like a dream. Your morning exchanges became morning kisses, study sessions involved more breaks for cuddles, and movie nights found you tangled together under shared blankets. The line you'd been so carefully walking had finally been crossed, and on the other side, you found everything you'd been afraid to want.

Sometimes, catching her watching you with that soft expression you'd grown to love, you wondered how you'd ever considered leaving. This wasn't just an apartment anymore - it was home, and Sevika wasn't just your roommate. She was your beginning and your ending, your morning coffee and your goodnight kiss, your everything in between.

And neither of you would have it any other way.

this was originally supposed to be short headcanons but i love sevika and she has bewitched me, body and soul T_T i hope you enjoyed this

Lifeless - Ambessa x reader x Sevika (angst)

Tw: angst, mentions of depression, starvation, insomnia, suicide, fear of abandonment.

Pt. 2

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The air was thick and the tension was high in the palace despite all the windows and doors open. You laid there on the suites’ mattress looking almost lifeless as another tray of food was delivered to your room, the suite looking like it’s not been used for days and I’m your case it hasn’t. Your body looking like it was gonna cave in on itself, eyes looking deteriorated and inanimate as if any last bit of humanity you had they took with them when they left in those boats. Ambessa and Sevika left almost one month ago to settle some affairs in Piltover, the first week you were feeling fine, enthusiastic even to have the whole place to yourself even though you were gonna miss your partners, but you knew that they’ll get everything done in a blink of an eye and they’ll come back home to you. But that was not the case, the first week of their disappearance you received a letter, saying a deal went awry in the undercity and they were afraid to come home and put you in danger as well. You sent a letter feeling a bit better knowing that they were still alive and knew their situation, sending a quick be careful and return safely home to you. You still haven’t gotten a letter back.

You once lived in Zaun you knew they had no mercy, everything had to settled their way or the highway, and that usually didn’t end well. But you also knew your partners, you had a warlord and the merciless right hand of a kingpin as your wives, they were better than okay. But the days extended and still no Sevika or Ambessa in sight, no letters, no boats, no end in sight for your misery.

Your stomach churned at the idea of not seeing them again, you couldn’t deal with that, you know that the very reason you were still here was because, just as you were ready to end it all Sevika appeared and found you there with a gun to your skull, you’ve never had someone look at you the way she looked at you the very first time she saw that barrel pointed to your head. She looked at you like you were the person that mattered most in this world, even though you didn’t even know her. She managed to get you to unload the gun and throw it into the farthest corner in that alley then she took you to her place and then you met Ambessa where you discovered they had an underwraps relationship. Since then they’ve helped you come a long way, through traumas, panic attacks and sleepless nights, and that’s how you fell in love…

You couldn’t bear thinking they wouldn’t come back but you also couldn’t chase away the thoughts that crawled in your mind like the rumors in town.

"They definitely left because she's a handful, have you seen her?"

"They probably have another mistress in Piltover’s palace, wouldn't suprise me."

Your eyes brimmed with tears at the idea of them abandoning you, you didn’t wanna believe them but your thoughts were much stronger than your resolutions. You started to drink, often ending in seas of tears and then crying them off to sleep, then not eating, ignoring the food that the servants brought from the kitchen up to your bedroom, and now you started rotting away in bed without eating or drinking anything. Only getting up to go to the bathroom and come back to bed. Your frame facing the ocean abyss below, waiting, hoping that they didn’t abandon you.

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“No! please don’t! Don’t leave me! Please come back!” You screamed from behind them, running, as they walked away from you, not ever looking back. Your legs not carrying you anywhere, leaving you glued to the same spot as before yelling for them to come back. So close yet so far-

You gasp loudly waking up in a cold sweat, looking around you, hoping to see them, but they weren’t there. They never are. Your eyes brimming with tears as you break down, knees pulled to your chest, hands fisting your hair as you sobbed, loudly, echoes of your cries bouncing off the walls and into your ears. “[Name]?” You looked towards the door, seeing them standing there extending a hand to you and when you wiped your tears and went to do the same they were gone. That's not your first hallucination about them this past month, you’ve had several, but right now you had no space to be upset just pure rage as you stumbled out of the bed yelling and screaming sending everything tumbling to the floor, breaking vases, windows, sheets, slowly crumbling to the floor, pulling on your hair; sobbing loudly, “No, no, no, no, don’t leave me! You can’t do this to me! No no, don’t leave! Please!” You weeped slowly falling into a deep slumber.

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Next morning the servants picked you up from the floor and placed you on the bed, all worrying for you and this mental state of yours. They never had seen you so ill. They placed wet cloths on your forehead and cleaned the room quietly as you slumbered for the first time in a months time. You whimpered in your sleep, before awaking seeing them all in your suite. You sit up, removing the cloth. “Do not bother, they won’t be coming back to see this mess anyways.” Brushing them off with a wave of your hand laying back down to face the window, but now the curtains were closed, not letting you gaze at the ocean. Eyes slowly watering at the thought of never seeing their ships arrive at the docks.

Night falls and you’re still laying in bed, crying as Amara watches from the crack of your door.

“Jesus, poor [Name] can’t catch a break around here.” The servants all look at her expectantly, preoccupied for your health. “We don’t know what to do anymore… she does not eat, sleep, drink or do anything else than lay in bed and cry…” the male chef says as he stares at Amara. “Leave it to me.” Amara nods as she closes your door and dismisses the servants.

She directs herself to the ports, walking pass the kitchen and main salons, reaching the gates she's surprised by what she sees, Ambessa and Sevika unboarding their ship, Sevika thanking the captain for his services. “Ambessa, Sevika, where the hell have you been?” She says as they approach., shrinking in on herself as Ambessa eyes her amused. “Sorry for our late arrival Amara, the mission got delayed, our guy snitched on us and we had to go into hiding. Singed runs the place now, he was after us. But we handled it.” Sevika says while looking at a nervous Amara.

Ambessa clears her throat, “Amara what’s with this weird tension prey tell?” She’s says her eyes glare over her before settling on her face. “You should see for yourselves my lordships.” Amara bows before leading them through the grand halls and stopping at the master suite's door, slowly opening it to reveal their wife, the most precious thing in the world to them, sobbing, pulling on her hair and whispering something they can’t quite understand. “She’s been like this since you guys went completely MIA.” Amara states and Ambessa nods, dismissing her.

“Baby?” Sevika calls out softly as you whip your head around wide eyes looking at them standing by the door, “No, no, no, you’re not real! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” You sob, hands flailing like those of a little child. Ambessa’s eyes narrow seeing you like this, you haven’t had hallucinations for awhile and that made her blame herself for no hurrying back home to you. Sevika was hurt that you thought she was a hallucination, not trusting her voice she reaches to touch your shoulder, to which you flinch and pull away and she takes deep breath in, suddenly out of air before rogue tears spill by the sides of her face. Ambessa quickly reaches her side, wiping her tears and nodding reassuringly at her, “This is not your fault, you’re not a monster. She isn’t aware that we’re not a hallucination, she doesn’t mean anything she says or does.” Ambessa says while holding her face for a moment, letting her take a deep breath in and Sevika’s lip trembles as she nods and then slowly climbs the bed along with Ambessa. “Child, we’re here, we’re real.” Ambessa states pulling you closer by your shoulders, “No, you can’t be, you left me, you don’t want me anymore.” You mumble tears streaming rapidly down your face. Sevika whole body convulses as she stares at you and Ambessa’s face contorts into complete sorrow at your comment. “Who said that child? We came back, we want you, we would never leave you, you’re ours.” She says as she places you in her lap, Sevika’s hand reaching to wipe the tears from your face. You sob loudly as you dig your head in Ambessa’s chest bringing Sevika closer to embrace her too.

"I thought you left me! I thought you didn’t want me anymore, I was so afraid!” You sob, Sevika wrapping her arm around your middle, her hand slowly feeling how skinny you were, more tears spill from her eyes. “We’re never leaving you again sweetheart, we’re so sorry.” Ambessa mumbles pressing a kiss to the top of your head, wiping Sevika’s tears away.

“We’re going to stay right here.”

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Okkkk guyssss, what’d you thinkkkkk?????? A part two where Ambessa and Sevika question her skinniness and her eyes bags and everything while they’re taking a bathhh?? Lmkkkkkk

masterlist + intro ⚘

hi !! ♡ welcome to my blog ! i love music ( esp alternative metal and death metal ) i have manymany interests and i love art! drawing, painting and writing is my forte tho + i love photography , I like / play sports like boxing and taekwondo , working out is also fun !!

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Sevika: ( i dont write her 4 men ) + ranked in order of most popular — to least >>> rules at the end <<<

" Sevikas Boss " PART 1 // PART 2

" I hear your call " pirate sevika and siren reader PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3

" Take a hint " PART 1 // PART 2

" Sail the Seven Seas " pirate sevika ! PART 1 //

" Royal Blood " PART 1 // PART 2

" Taking care of her " being her cute housewife!

" Pretty Piltie " counciler sevika meets you

" Princess " sevika doesnt like creeps

" Smokey kisses "

"Sevika, Ambessa, Grayson" HCS for them

" Cuddling the Butches "

" Council member Sevika "

" Wont lose you. "

" Late night care " bathing her

" A little love "

" Safeword " using your safeword

" My Best Friend " she is your gay awakening

" Secrets "

" Gym Day "

" First Time " virgin reader

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" Dump him "

MISCELLANEOUS ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

" Stolen Glances " ekko x reader

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