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Sevika 18+ head canons and very spicy fic ;)

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (s receiving) , scissoring, use of strap on, (receiving) choking, hickeys, use of n!pple clamps, mention of sex workers

@cattjull

Head canons:

Incredibly good at sex- She regulars at one specific brothel at the other side of town to where she both lives and works. Never sleeps with anyone she doesn’t pay for and uses this as an excuse to use them in every way she can. She’s comforted by the fact there is no judgement in it. Like sex is her own seperate world made for her pleasure alone.

Spitting kink- It’s not so much for degradation than it is to watch you soaked by her in every way you can be. (Also a little bit for degradation.) 

Choking kink- (with her arm ofc) she loves the fact that something that can inflict so much harm can also be used for something as fragile as sex. (Always makes sure you’re okay with it though.)

There are some days where she will just get naked with a girl or two and just lie with them for a bit, sitting quietly in her own thoughts while admiring the view beside her. She’ll ask her about their day and be genuinely happy to hear about it. She’ll still pay them handsomely for their time of course, and she becomes such a favourite that she gets some nights for free and they always have Sevikas favourite room cleared out for her.

On top strap gameee

Loves a show. Makes you ride her thigh or any part of her body, loves your tits in her face, loves watching girls with each other, it’s her favourite type of foreplay before she absolutely rails the shit out of you

FIC: Sit on my lap

For someone from the overcity, you certainly didn’t feel any perks of “privilege” that undercity residents loved to rage on about you all having. It was just you and your brother. Your parents left to go do greater things for the overcity government leaders last year and took all of their fortune with them, leaving nothing but the house you both live in. Your brothers making coin doing some sort of security work with his jackass friends while he landed you a job pouring cups at a discreet establishment downtown. When he told you about it, you first had imagined a speakeasy or a casino, but when you arrived it was far from it. Women walking around in breezy, pale pink dresses, men and women dancing without their clothes on, and of course you could only imagine what was happening behind the closed doors, if the loud moans were any indication. 

You begged your brother not to make you work there. That you would do anything else, but he urged you to give it a shot, and the women there were all really kind, the men surprisingly respectful, and you didn’t have to perform any of the tasks the other women did. All you had to do was wear a dress, smile, and pour wine and water for the guests.

You had a shift tonight that you weren’t overly looking forward to. They always stay open longer on Thursday nights and you didn’t really want to be catering the drunken guests who stay till 4am.

When you got there, the girls were all giggling excitedly and the owner looked more on edge than usual. You greet her casually and she explains a VIP customer was coming in. 

“What do you want me to do?” You question. She sighs.

“Our favourite girls sick, our other cup bearers not working tonight and most of our rooms are booked. We’re completely unprepared for Sevika tonight.” She explains. You nod simply. You’re the only cup bearer…great.

“Just…go get changed and make your rounds, I’ll let you know when she arrives.” That was the last you heard for a while, your thoughts blurring together. You pour water for the two customers who have arrived within the hour. Thankfully neither of the men were handsy with you and you were left to fold and prepare the bed in Sevikas room. Your colleagues had told you stories in very intimate detail about her. Your friend often said it felt like she should be the one paying because Sevika was “just that good.” It made you think about it. Or perhaps dream about it would be a better word. You often grew curious at the sounds emerging from the rooms. You knew to some regard, the women who were employed here, their noises were fake. A hoax or exaggeration to impress the men and women who visit. Make them feel powerful or something. 

But part of you wanted to open the door, even just a crack. To look in and see the guests feel everything they want to feel. The idea was exciting, making someone feel good In this way. Part of you wishes you had the experience to do what some of your friends did, but other parts, the more sane perhaps, had a different moral view on it and didn’t want to be an object to men. 

You jump when the door opens and both Sevika and the owner walk in. You quickly recollect yourself, smiling at them both. You knew it was her straight away due to the sheer size of her body, or more specifically her arm and thighs. She was dressed nicely with a fitted button up shirt with a dark pink wrap on top. Her arm was a beautiful gold  replacement with pink liquid flowing through it. Her raven hair only added to the allurement of her being, with this arched eyebrows and an interesting scar across her otherwise perfect face. You attempt to make an introduction, but words fail you as you continue to eye up the woman. 

“Uh…forgive her, this is my new cup bearer. She has made all the arrangements to your room as you like them.” Sevika doesn’t reply, but she gives you a menacing smirk that seems to make the contents of your stomach flip.

“Thank you. Is Angie here?” She asks, still not fully acknowledging you. The owner blushes.

“Uh…unfortunately Angela is sick, but all my girls are eager to work with you. You may have your pick of them.”  She tilts her head, eying your body slowly. 

“No. That’s okay. Leave us.” She instructs. Her tone isn’t angry, nor is it anything else, it is simply an instruction that the owner knew better than to question.

“If you need anything, just ask her.” Sevika smiles, her eyes darkening slightly.

“Oh, I will.”

The door closes and the room suddenly feels all that much warmer. You clear your throat. 

“Wine…?” You ask, suddenly becoming very conscious over the way you asked that. 

“I mean….I meant…could I interest you in some wine?” Jesus why do you exist right now? She lets out a short laugh. It’s deep when she does this, and it makes you feel ways you shouldn’t. 

“Sure. Pour yourself one too.” Your eyes widen at her words.

“Oh…I don’t think I’m allowed to drink while I’m working.” You explain. She walks past you, taking a seat on the bed. You don’t turn to face her, only looking at the jug and the glass. 

“Oh no? But you seem so…tense.” She says, and you could certainly agree that relaxed was the furthest you felt right now. Plus, she was a VIP and the owner told you to do everything VIPS ask. You don’t reply to Sevika with words, instead picking up an extra glass from the table and pouring wine into it. She smirks.

“Good girl.” When you turn to face her she’s naked. Like. Literally naked, with her bare beautiful fucking tits exposed all the way down to…well you weren’t going to look at that. In fact, you tried not to look at all. You quickly whip your head back to the wall, spilling a drop of wine or twoo in the process.

“Fuck…sorry.” You say quickly. She laughs.

“You are aware of where it is you work?” Sevika teases. You can’t help but smile slightly, still blushing from nerves.

“Fuck…sorry.” You repeat. “I’m new.” You add dumbly. She smiles again.

“So I hear.” You carefully return your gaze to her face, trying your hardest to focus on her eyes. Meanwhile, hers linger ever so slowly down your body.

“Lose the dress.” Your mouth drops ajar, parted by the shock and letting out a gasp by accident. You clear your throat, returning your face to a composed and neutral expression. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t do that kind of work. I only pour wine…and water…and I guess fetch things but-“ Sevika watching patiently as you make a fool of yourself only makes things worse. You take a deep breath.

“I can go get you my friend.”

“No.” Your eyes finally meet hers again. You take a sip, or rather a gulp of the wine, shuffling a little where you stood. 

“Come. Sit on my lap.” At first you think you have misheard her. You must have…because there would no reasonable explanation for Sevika…the one from all your friends fucking stories…to have asked you to sit on her VERY bare lap without any expectation of sex.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you.” You let out all at once, your cheeks flushing. You’re terrified of how she’ll react. I guess you can kiss this job goodbye.

“Shame.” She replies, nonchalantly. “Anyway, I only offered because you’re shaking like a fucking leaf over there. Sit beside me then if my body bothers you.” She explains calmly. The mention of her body causes your impulses to look again. She truly does have the nicest pair of tits you’ve ever seen. Her stomach, her arms, you want all of it. You take a seat beside her, sitting so far on the edge of the bed you’re practically falling off. 

“How does a gorgeous little thing find her way to a brothel…untouched?” She questions, speaking ever so softly now. You smile slightly. 

“My brother said we needed money.” You admit. “And if it’s any consolation, I’m not ‘untouched.’ I’ve had a boyfriend before.” She laughs, noticeably impressed. 

“Boyfriend, huh? Lucky guy.” The air feels so thick in the room and her very naked body is driving you crazy. You take another gulp of the wine.  “What about girlfriend? Ever let a girl touch you?” She asks. You turn to face her now and she meets your shocked expression with a calm and slightly cocky smirk.

“Relax, you don’t need to answer that sweetie.” She says, the nickname clearly a mockery. You roll your eyes.

“No. No woman has ever touched me and before you ask why, it’s because I’ve never met a woman interested, okay?” She tilts her head, her smirk leaving her lips.

“Trust me, if a woman has any queer bone in her body, she’s been interested in you.” Her words make your ears and cheeks heat up, as well as a particular sensitive organ that’s fighting for its life right now.

“I….uh…” 

“Have your friends described it to you? What it’s like with a woman?” You almost choke on the wine. 

“Well….I presume the same as with men but different parts.” 

“Woah, you really are bright.” She teases, and you can’t help but laugh back.

“Whatever. Yes, they’ve told me stuff.” 

“Describe it to me.” The glass barely touches your lips when you bring it back down again. 

“Why?” The same smirk returns and needless to say, your body reacts to it.

“Ah, I didn’t realise you could ask me questions.” You hesitate. She was right. The rule with VIP customers, or customers in general provided they weren’t doing anything harmful, was to listen and do what the customer wants with no questions asked. 

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly. And you truly meant that. She was here for the first time in weeks and she got a barely sociable girl who won’t sleep with her. Sevika laughs. 

“I’m teasing. You need to learn to loosen up more.” You smile.

“Isn’t that what the wines for?”

“Another question.” She remarks. You move a little closer to her now. 

“Is that not allowed?” She looks away from you. 

“Answer me.” She repeats. You nod.

“My friend said you use a strap on her. She said you have…” You clear your throat in a pathetic attempt to conceal your own embarrassment. “Good rhythm. My other friend says you’re really good with your hands….even the mechanical one.”

“Especially the mechanical one.” Sevika corrects. “And I could make you feel good too you know? Pay you enough gold that people will be pouring your cups.” You would be lying if you said the idea hadn’t crossed your mind, but what good is a fucking virgin going to be with a VIP?

“I haven’t been with any women remember?” You decide to say. She laughs.

“You and your questions. Sit. On. My. Lap.” 

And just like that, you were on her, your legs on either side of her bare waist. 

“How’s that?” She asks. You smile softly at her.

“Good. I mean we haven’t done anything yet so…”

“Oh I know, and when you do you will feel that, and I’ll need to ask you again, but for the mean time answer me.”

“Yes. Yes it’s good.”

“Good. Take off your underwear.”

“Sevika….I’m not a….”

“Sex worker? Usually when someone says ‘I work in a brothel…’

“Okay fair point.” You say, letting out a half-laugh half-gasp. You remove your underwear, not really sure as to what the fuck you were doing right now. Before, you were disgusted at the thought of being in a brothel. Worried about creepy men or having to eventually fuck one. Granted though, Sevika was far from a man, and in this entire brothel she was the most desirable woman, and she wanted you, perhaps that needed no further explanation. 

“Good…now I’m just gonna move you up a little further is that alright?” She asks. You nod quickly. “Yes.” Is all you can manage to let out. She pulls you by the hips so that your cunts are practically together. Hers is already soaking, and it makes the space between your thighs follow suit. You bite your lip when your clit grazes over her. She smiles at your behaviour. 

“I’m just going to lift your leg like-“ She moves it effortlessly over her own, exposing yourself further. “this.” She adds. You let out a nervous chuckle. 

“Something funny?” She asks gently. You laugh again. 

“Yes. I said only moments ago I wasn’t going to sleep with you. It felt so definitive.”

“Yes well…I’m sure your friends would agree that I can be very…persuasive.” She starts slowly moving her hips and you let out a breathy moan. 

“This can be a little hard to do on your first time but I think you’ll be alright. Just move your hips in rhythm with mine left to right and I’m gonna buck up into you mkay?” You laugh again. 

“I don’t need to babied…” You say quietly. She grabs each side of your face, the cold metal of one of her arms bringing goosebumps to the rest of your body. Then, she kisses your deeply, tongue exploring your mouth like its the first meal she’s had in days. She lets you go and you take a deep breath to replace the one she had just knocked out of you.

“You’re gonna use that mouth for something better for that. Get on your knees.” Your eyes widen, red painting your face at her words.

“I only meant-“

“Get. On your knees.” You comply, cautiously removing yourself from her lap and kneeling in front of her on the bed. 

“Ever taste yourself, gorgeous?” She asked. You’re too focused on her body from this new angle to really process what she said. The lingering silence implies you have missed something though, and her expecting gaze affirmed it further. 

“Sorry, what?” Sevika scoffs. 

“I said, have you ever put your fingers inside yourself and fucking tasted it.” She repeats. You don’t know how to respond to it, so you just nod slowly. She smiles. “Good girl. Well it won’t be much different than that. I’m gonna pull your hair to where I need you. If you need a breath just tap my thigh twice.” You exchange a look.

“I said I don’t need to be ba-“ But before you can finish the sentence, she’s pulling you down into her cunt. You tongue between her folds eagerly, pleasantly surprised at the feeling. The taste is something else entirely, as she somehow has a taste you could only imagine belonging to her, and fuck this might be your new favourite thing ever. She tugs your hair just as she said she would, guiding you up to her puffy clit. You suck on it, moving your head around in a circular motion. In truth, you’re not sure what you’re doing, but as a woman, you can only assume the pleasure in her body is not so different from yours. This appears to me true as you reap deep groans from her mouth and satisfied sighs.

She bucks up into your mouth and it feels like you can’t breathe, but the taste of her and the noises you pull makes the air in your lungs seem a small and insignificant price to pay in exchange for her pleasure. You can tell she’s close from the way she drips into your mouth and down your chin. You moan into her pussy and it’s not long before her thighs are shaking and she’s throbbing in your mouth. She finally releases you from her strong grasp and you go back up to face her. With her metal arm, she wipes her slick off your chin with a smile. 

“Good girl. You’ll learn with me quite quickly, I should think, that only good girls get to be fucked within an inch of their fucking life. Get on my lap again, we’ll try this again.” You nod, and if you’re being honest with yourself, if that was the punishment for talking out of turn, you would gladly do it more.

“I thought you preferred using a strap…” You remarked quietly. Sevika shrugged.

“Wanna prepare you for that though. Give you some nice friction before I start fucking you with my strap.” Your mouth drops slightly. She was going to…do both? You blush.

“Oh…okay…” You reply, feeling a little pathetic. You resituate yourself on her lap, feeling the combination of your saliva and her cum as you move your leg up again. She grabs your hips, moving into you and sucking on your neck. You gasp.

“It’ll mark….” You say. She smirks that distinctive, cocky, sevika smirk again.

“It’s cute that you think I would care about that. Your neck won’t be the only part of you that will be ruined, so I recommend you get rid of the idea that I’m going to leave that gorgeous figure untouched. Take off your dress.”

You do it and she leans her head back in arousal at the site of your bare tits.

“You don’t wear a bra in a brothel?” She asks. You shrug, avoiding eye contact with a small, nervous smile. 

“Miss Selise doesn’t let us wear them.”

“Hm.” She replies. She puts her large hands on your tits, playing with your sensitive nipples and rolling them carefully between her fingertips. She pulls you by the hips even closer, putting one of your tits in her mouth. You let out a moan from how sensitive it is. She takes it out of your mouth, smiling. 

“Ah, you like that shit, gorgeous?” You look away, still intimidated by her fiery gaze.

“Yea.” You admit, simply. She puts the other one in her mouth and you have the same reaction. 

“I have something I do with some girls…” Sevika starts. “Have you ever used a nipple clamp?” Your mouth opens widely. 

“I- no.” You reply, weirdly defensive. She nods. “

“It’s not for everyone. It hurts a little but also feels really fucking good while you’re fucking. Do you want to try it with me?” She asks. You consider it for a moment.

“Look just cause you work here doesn’t mean you actually have to do everything I want. You can say no.”

“I- I do.” She tilts her head with a cunning smirk.

“You do…what?”

“I do want to try it.” You blurt out, and it is as if the words were operate from your own head. She nods. “Good,  there’s one in that pink box on the desk.” You carefully get off of her and return with the clamp, looking curiously over the metal. 

“I’m just gonna put it on carefully….” You wince slightly as she puts it on, but you agree that it feels kind of good with this attached to her, especially in front of Sevika, it makes you feel like her property and a weirdly gratifying way. 

She starts moving her hips again and it takes you a moment to keep up with her rhythm, but when you do the feeling is incredible. You let out a chorus of moans and your joint wetness adds to the feeling. 

“Gonna….mmm” You cry out.  She continues her rhythm, never straying from it once. You shut your eyes tightly when you cum, Sevikas own orgasm following swiftly. After a while, you reopen your eyes to see her watching you with a smug expression. 

“How was that?” She asks. You laugh in response, still feeling lightheaded from the fucking stars she made you see. 

“I think…the workers aren’t meant to be receiving more pleasure than the customer.” You say with a small smile. She kisses you swiftly. 

“You really think that little of yourself?” You shift a little in position, clearing your throat. 

“You mean you…felt good too?” You question softly. She laughs this time. Proper laughs. 

“Jesus, gorgeous. Men must have done a number on you.” Your facial expressions shift slightly. 

“What do you mean….?” 

“You have no idea how attractive you are. Or what you’re capable of.” You laugh sarcastically. 

“Which is sex?” 

“Yes, sex, but I’m sure you’re capable of a lot more as well, if you stop expecting yourself to immediately fail at them.” You just pause and consider her words for a moment. 

“Thank you.” You decide to say. Her eyes light up and she gives you a reassuring smile. She won’t admit it, but Sevika was growing a new personal favourite worker. 

“Here, Ill remove the clamps-“

“No.” You clear your throat. “I mean, you can leave it…you still have to use the strap don’t you?” She grins her entire face looks different. 

“I’m starting to like your questions.” She remarks. “Go get the strap then.” You nod, walking back over to the box and getting out a purple, rather large strap with some kind of liquid capsule attached. 

“This?” You question. She nods, beckoning you back over with her hand. You smile at it. 

“It’s purple.” You exclaim. She laughs, restraining the urge to say ‘no shit’

“It is.” She says instead. She moves back to the top of the bed, near the pillows.

“Get under me.” She says, and you nod, lying down and placing your head on one of the pillows. Sevika effortlessly attaches the strap to her waist. 

“This ones my absolutely favourite.” Sevika remarks. You nod, hoping she’ll elaborate further.

“It’s big….pretty, and it ejaculates too.” You stare at her, surprised.

“Really?” She nods.

“It’s just a water based lube, feels pretty good tho I’ve been told.”

“You never have it used on you?” You ask, and with this she takes her mechanical arm and wraps it around your throat. Not hard and she doesn’t squeeze either, but enough to tell you to shut the fuck up.

“I do the fucking. Always.” She says. You nod as well as you can with the hand on your neck. 

She puts her mechanical index finger at your entrance, pushing it inside carefully. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, shocked when she puts all of it inside.

“Seeing if you’re ready for me. You feel a little tight…”

“Only because your hand is almost half the size of my body Sevika…” you defend quickly. She laughs.

“So fucking eager. Here then.” She says, removing her hand and suddenly pushing half the fucking strap in. You let out a sharp gasp. She laughs.

“Hurts does it? And whose fault is that?”

“M…mine.” You whimper as she pushes more inside. She puts her mechanical hand back on your neck.

“Can I keep this here?” She asks. You nod, honestly having fantasied about this the moment you saw the hand.

“You can squeeze. If you want…” You say. Sevika raises her eyebrow.

“Ah, if I want huh?” She mocks, pushing the rest of the strap in and cautiously choking you. 

Now, she rocks in and out, squeezing with each thrust. Fuck. You could get used to this. In fact, you would pay for this if the roles were reversed. Her pace is merciless and she hits all the right places as she goes in and out of you. It’s almost no time before you’re cumming so fucking hard for her.

“Ngeuh….Sevika- ohfuckohfuck” You cry as you cum for a fourth time. She finally lets you go and you are left just sitting on her strap. She carefully picks you up off of it, removing the strap from her waist. 

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asks. You take a few deep breaths to compose herself. 

“Jesus…I um, I see what my friends meant.” You admit. She laughs.

“I knew you would.”

help me please😭

So there’s this idea that I had for an x reader fanfiction, but I have no idea who I want to write it for. To give you a small description, it was going to be a gothic Victorian style story where readers father is a vampire hunter (a very bad one.) and when he fails to kill (character) he trades reader for his own life. So reader is basically just stuck in this massive old, gothic castle with (character) there is going to be more ofc, but first I need to decide who it’s for…

Left Astray

p2! Pls go read part one as well🩷

a/n: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have an awful procrastination problem and I even tend to re write chapters I don’t like, which only prolongs my writing process. Anyways, I hope your wait was worth it, and thank you for the support!

cw: 18+, smut(doesn’t go that far) and that’s really it ig.

Thunder shakes the whole apartment, making it difficult for you to sleep. The last couple of days have been rough on you mentally. For some reason, you’ve been thinking about your mother and your family. Everything’s been triggering you lately, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by Sevika.

So when you appear in her doorway at two am in the morning, she only grunts and pats the space on bed next to her.

“Nightmares again?” She questions. Not feeling like explaining yourself, you meekly nod in response. “S’okay…just stay here with me.”

Sevika likes moments like this. She likes feeling like you need her. Years of running around the undercity for a cause, only to be under appreciated, and harassed by Jinx. But helping you? It’s like it was all worth it. She kept putting up with Silco and Jinx’s bullshit for people like you.

“You know…if you don’t want to, you don’t have to move out so soon… I’m not here most of the day, so you’re free to stay longer.” That excuse was terrible, but she hopes you’ll believe her anyways. “Thanks Sevi..” That’s a new one. “S’no problem bunny rabbit.”

When you’re finally asleep again, Sevika gets up and lights a cigar. To make sure you don’t inhale any of her bad habits, she goes out on the balcony. Looking out at the twilight, Sevika starts to think. Does she really care about you, or is this all to fulfill some hero complex she has?

When you wake up, Sevika’s gone. She’s probably already at work. The bed smells like her, and a little bit of smoke. That’s when you remember: you slept in her bed. You feel hot. Had you cuddled her? You probably looked so pathetic, wanting someone to snuggle like some stupid kid.

You swing your legs over the side of her bed and get up, stepping in something soft. Looking down, you see a pile of her clothes. A tank top, boxers, and socks. What she always sleeps in. You lift the pile, and drop it into the hamper. All except the tank top. It smells like her too. Whiskey, and the distinct smell of cigar smoke.

The sky is unusually blue today. From Sevika’s balcony, you can see its natural color without any smoke in the way.

Sevika’s balcony has become a favorite spot of yours. Now, you’re sitting down in a folding chair enjoying a book she bought you the other day. A romance novel to be specific.

You’ve gotten more comfortable in your mind, and skin. Reading no longer opens an old wound like it used to, and you’re less jumpy. This doesn’t mean Sevika calling you “bunny rabbit” has ceased in the slightest. It’s grown on you.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. Ever since you’ve gotten here, it’s always take out for dinner. Usually because Sevika gets home too late to cook anything, or maybe because she just doesn’t like to. So today, you’ll be cooking.

The whole idea is perfect… Surprising Sevika, your savior, with a nice, home cooked meal. Hopefully she’s impressed. The thought of her smile, and some words of gratitude make you all giddy. So you get to it. Sevika doesn’t have a lot of groceries in her house, but you find what you can.

Your final ingredient list comes out to some pasta, cheese, milk, butter, and a couple garlic cloves. You could make a nice sauce with these.

And so you do. Halfway through dinner, Sevika comes through the door. Shoot. You think. You really wanted to surprise her with the table set and the kitchen not a mess.

While you’re busy lost in your thoughts about how ruined the surprise is, a pair of arms snakes around your waist from behind. Sevika’s chin comes to rest on the top of your head. “What are you gettin up to? Making me dinner?” You continue to stir the pot like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

“yes… it’s just-we always eat takeout so i just thought something homemade would be nice…”

“hmm…haven’t eaten anything homemade in a while..” Her voice sounds slightly distant… like home cooked meals mean something sentimental to her. She unhands you and turns towards her bedroom.

“I’m gonna go change into something not…covered in blood. Call me when dinners ready.” You look over your shoulder in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed the blood stains lingering her clothes, and the bruises on her arms and face.

When you’re sitting across from her eating, you notice more little scratches and cuts all over her.. She’s not acting hurt or upset at all though. Just eating quietly. “Uhm…what happened to you?” You question. Her eyes look up to meet yours and she shrugs. “Ran into someone today… I don’t know where you were a couple years ago, but Vanders girl.. the older one.”

She’s back? You kind of forgot about her after everything that went down… “And you fought with her?” Sevika seems a little frustrated now. “Correction, she jumped me. In the middle of a game too. Just as I won, I get pummeled across the cheek. Damn brat…”

You can’t help your curiosity. “Where’d she go?” Sevika runs a hand through her hair “Hell if I know.. she ran away with some enforcer shootin at me…” “oh wow…” is all you can say in response. You examine her face a little more, and before you know it you speak again. “Do you want me to help?”

“Help with what, bunny?” She raises her eyebrow at you. “Uhm.. with your injuries. You have a first aid, right?” She nods. “If you really want to help I won’t stop you.”

“Hold still..” You press the alcohol soaked cotton ball to a scratch on her cheek. “It stings..” she keeps flinching and turning away. “I know but I gotta clean them! You lean forward in an effort to reach her better. “Just stay still…” Sevika then chuckles. Her hand finds its way to the top of your head and she messes with your hair. “ I feel so special. My very own personal nurse.” The way she’s looking at you makes your heart flutter.

“yeah uh.. I guess I am!” Sevika suddenly pushes against you and sits up, gently holding your wrist to stop you from tending to her. “You have no clue the affect you’ve had on me, bunny. If not for you, I’d probably be smoking a blunt and getting drunk off my ass.” You can’t speak. She’s so close.

“I want to do something to return that” She sounds so sincere. Your voice returns “letting me live here is really enough! Cooking for you and helping you out is just thanks for that.” She shakes her head. “Maybe, but I feel like you’ve done more for me than I have for you.” A silence fills the small space between you. Sevika’s grip on your wrist tightens slightly. She lowers you down slowly, pinning you down by the wrists. “Uhm.. so do you need help with another bruise? Or..”

She kisses you. You’re caught off guard even though you expected it. you don’t resist though, and kiss her back. She’s holding your wrist above your head while her mechanical arm holds you tight against her. “Sev..” is all you can get out when you part before she kisses you again.

After around five minutes of just making out, she finally stops. The both of you are catching your breath. “Such a pretty girl…” Sevika murmurs affectionately, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “You’re not moving out any time soon baby.” You’re in Sevika’s bed again that night. Not because of any nightmare, but because she carried you here right after you finished patching her up. She’s lying on top of you, human hand caressing your cheek, mech hand lifting your shirt. She’s kissing you slowly, occasionally opening her eye’s to look at you.

“So pretty…wanna make you mine…” her lips trail down to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving it a dark purplish-red color. “Sev…” is all you manage to say before she latches onto your right nipple. A whine slips from your lips, and her eyes meet yours. An almost mischievous glint appears in her eyes. She has experience with this. You remember your conversation about the brothel.

She shows your other breast some attention before lowering herself between your legs. “Sev?” She stopped moving. She looks back at you with a concerned look on her face. “Are you…okay with this?” You nod. “Sorry…I shouldn’t have.” She gets up and puts a cigar between her lips, looking for a lighter.

“We don’t have to stop… I wanna keep going.” She looks back at you with the unlit cigar hanging from those lips you wanted back so badly. “It just…feels wrong. You’re vulnerable, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“you’re not! I love you too..” “Don’t say that…” She sighs, and sits back down on the bed. “I never had time for an actual relationship with anyone..I want to do this right for you. Not just casual sex like I’m used to.” You sit up, pulling your shirt down and leaning on her shoulder. “I haven’t had a lot of relationships either. Being homeless never gave me a lot of free time.”

She chuckles and pulls you closer. “Guess we’re both just figurin’ things out huh? We’ll just figure it out together.” You sleep in her arms that night. Things didn’t go any further, but you couldn’t be happier.

Sevika, meanwhile, was feeling conflicted. Is she just taking advantage of the fact that you look up to her so much? She’s not good when it comes to love. So how can she be genuine for you? Maybe this is all some fantasy she has, and once she sleeps with you she’ll stop caring.

Sevika was even surprised with herself. She knew she’d had some commitment issues, but she didn’t know it’d be this bad. She’s terrified to commit, because what if what she has with you isn’t even real love? What if it’s only lust?

“Sev?” Your sleepy voice snaps her out of it. “Uh- yeah?” She looks towards you. “I love you.” She sighs. “I love you too.” Sevika almost feels bad. She sees how your eyes shine when they look at her, or every attempt from you to gain her approval. She wants to love you just as much. All she knows is that she would give her life for you. The beacon of light in her dreary life.

Maybe she can love you.

just as much.

Not sure if you guys wanted to be tagged, but I wanted y’all to know my slow ass finally posted part two

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New parent Sevika Hcs!

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆. • New parent Sevika who always makes sure you’re feeling okay ever since you gave birth. She’s taken over almost all the chores, and has become a lot more protective of you.

•New parent Sevika who loves to hold the baby, and also likes to talk to it. Nothing in particular, but sometimes when you sneak up on her, you’ll catch her telling the baby about her day or how to play cards like a pro.

•New parent Sevika who will always take care of the baby if it wakes up at night. She never leaves you to do it. If she thinks you’re still asleep, you may even catch her singing. She has a nice, smooth voice. Definitely an alto.

•New parent Sevika who tries to teach the baby your name. As much as she’d like it to say hers, she prefers seeing your tired face smile even for a little bit.

•New parent Sevika who quits smoking after the baby comes around. Maybe she’s concerned that it’ll breath in something, but you haven’t seen a cigarette since.

•New parent Sevika who doesn’t mind changing diapers, bathing, or feeding the baby when you don’t feel up to it.

•New parent Sevika who is there for you when your emotions take control. She sits with you when you cry, takes the baby when you’re overwhelmed, and lets you have your space if that’s what you need. She will be checking on you though.

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nsfw (not really? Just some lewder things)

•New parent Sevika who loves your breasts even more now. She likes the way they swell up with milk for her offspring. With your permission, she loves to suck on them herself.

•New parent Sevika who helps you pump too. She didn’t like the machine, and insisted that she do it by hand. It’s very intimate, and sometimes results in long kisses and more fondling.

•New parent Sevika who, when you’re physically able to, is so so so gentle during sex now. Like she’s scared she’ll hurt you. She’s constantly asking if you feel good or if you feel any pain.

•new parent Sevika who over the course of your pregnancy till now, has developed a breeding kink. Almost all dirty talk is about having another kid, or milking you.

sneak peak of an Ambessa fanfic I’ve been working on!

Spoil Of War follows you, the queen of a fallen nation becoming a concubine for Ambessa. It is an AU where Ambessa is queen of Noxus. Comment “🗡️” to be tagged when it’s done!

Left astray

Sevika x fem!reader

cw: homelessness, implied off page parental abuse, alcohol, sort of suicidal thoughts? Reader is underweight and trying to gain more, so if weight is a sensitive subject steer clear!

PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND AVOID IF ANYTHING IS TRIGGERING❤️

This was it. You were dying. You probably should feel sad, vengeful, or desperate to cling to life, but you just didn’t. At least dying would remove you from the miserable existence that is life.

Homeless, starving, and dirty, you’ve just been rotting away on the streets of Zaun. Even in your final moments, you can’t even look up at the sky for some comfort. You only see smog, neon, and more desolate buildings.

You can’t help but grin. This is pathetic. You’re pathetic. As you finally close your eyes, something or someone interrupts your pitiful death. “Hey. You alright?” You open your eyes. Someone is looming over your cadaverous form, and they squat down next to you.

“I have water if you want.” It’s a woman. She looks stern, but there’s a hint of concern in her face. “I want to die.” Is all you mutter out. She sighs, digs in her pocket, and takes out a cigarette. After lighting it, she sits down next to you. “I get it. I used to think I did too. Watching my home, and the people who live here get trapped in situations like yours..”

“I’m not looking for sympathy.” You say dryly. “That’s fine… But It’s not..I can’t just walk away knowing you’ll be dead by tomorrow.” You cautiously peek at her. “Why? I don’t know you. And I’m sure you don’t go around saving every homeless nobody.” She takes a drag. “You’re right. I don’t… but maybe I should. Its them I’m fighting for anyways..”

Fighting for? What is this lady talking about?…You brush it off and speak again. “what are you gonna do with me?” “Hold still…” Before you can even comprehend it, She lifts you up and starts walking. You’re too weak to even protest, and let the rhythm of her footsteps lull you to sleep.

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You wake up on a tattered looking couch covered by a soft blanket. Something’s strange. You’re wearing a large t-shirt, your skin is clean, and your hair is damp. Have you been bathed? You’re still nearly skin and bones, but you feel a lot better. The apartment you’re in smells of smoke and stale air. Like whoever lives in it doesn’t live in it too often.

There’s a small paper on a coffee table in front of you. It has writing on it, and looks like it was left for you to read. Bold of the author to assume you had enough of an education to read. You did, but only because of your mother. She hated you now. Being reminded of her only caused more pain, so you avoided anything related to her. That included reading.

Nevertheless, you pick up the note and read

Hey, whatever your name is. I don’t mind you crashing at my place since you seem pretty harmless. I’m Sevika, and yes I did give you a bath, no, I didn’t do anything to you. I couldn’t have you smelling like shit and laying all over my stuff. Eat whatever you want, stay out of my closet, and I’ll be back by evening. I’ll know if you fucked around with anything.

Sevika’s handwriting is surprisingly pretty for her reputation around here. In your delirious state, you hadn’t realized that it was her you were talking to. Silco’s guard dog, the Scary Lady, or Murder Machine. You heard all of those less than favorable names referring to her.

But here you were, in her shirt, sleeping on her couch, and being invited to stay till you picked yourself up. What had caused such a random change in her character? Unless she’s just a nice woman and everyone else has her all wrong, this is pretty uncharacteristic. Maybe you looked so pathetic she pitied you.

That evening came fast. The door opening and slamming shut made you freeze mid fridge-raid. “You’re up…” Is all Sevika says as she strides over to you. With a half eaten apple in your hand, you can’t find any words for her. “Not talking anymore? That’s fine. Can I at least know your name?” Your name feels strange and unfamiliar coming from your lips. You haven’t said it in ages. When your priority is just to survive, names aren’t really important.

“Alright. If you want, I can order you something when I pick up my takeout.” She’s giving you dinner now too? You nod eagerly before you even notice. Your stomach growls obnoxiously. “Sorry…” you mutter. She doesn’t reply, and just goes to sit on the couch.

Dinner is awkward. You’re sitting across from her, while trying not to wolf down the greasy, delicious, fat filled burger in front of you. Sevika is wearing reading glasses while combing through an array of documents. Every so often, her eyes look over you just to see what you’re doing.

Once you’ve fed yourself enough to slow down, you try and break the silence. “So uhm…why are you doing this? You’re not exactly known around for being charitable…” Sevika lifts her gaze and takes off her reading glasses. She’s not looking in your direction when she responds. “I guess I just…you…reminded me of someone. Someone from a long time ago.”

What kind of response is that? “And the whole reason I do what I do is to help people like you.” She has a voice that grounds you. There’s no feeling uncertain around such a confident woman. “But don’t go getting any ideas. This doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want.” You’re still confused. Why you? Why today?

That night, you’re sleeping on the couch. Sevika is confidently sleeping in her bed, snoring like a freight train. She knows you wouldn’t dare try anything, given her reputation for breaking limbs. When sleep finally comes, your dreams turn to nightmares. Violent nightmares calling you back to your past. Normally, shivering in a cardboard box would keep them at bay.

You see your mother on that day. screaming at you with enraged purple eyes, trembling, with purple scars crawling all over her body. It took everything from you. Your life, your mother, your home…You wake up in a cold sweat, crying out and wiping tears from your face. Everything’s spinning and you let out a weak whimper. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your back, rubbing in firm circles.

“You’re alright…not out there in the rain anyways..” It’s Sevika. she’s trying her best to comfort you, but you can tell it’s not something she’s used to doing. You don’t even care. You bury your face in her chest and hug her close, crying and gasping from the awful memory.

Sevika is frozen. she seems unsure of what to do with you. One hand rests on your head, and her bionic arm finds your back. “Not so blunt now…Sorry. Too soon.” She remarks. You center yourself, and pull back from her feeling a little embarrassed. “Sorry I woke you…” “ S’alright.”

She sits there with you on the couch until you fall back asleep…

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It’s been one week since you first arrived at Sevika’s apartment. You’ve gained a little weight back, but the nightmares still terrorize you. Sevika’s picked up on the way you flinch when startled, or how uncomfortable you get when she smokes weed or drinks heavily.

It’s clear to her that you have a negative history with substances, so she starts to limit her alcohol when you’re around, and she’ll only smoke on the balcony. You’re worried that you’re being a burden to her. One night, you see her smoking on the balcony, and step outside with her.

She doesn’t say anything, but raises an eyebrow as her way of asking: “What’s up?” You lean your elbows on the railing. “You know… you don’t have to change your lifestyle for me. Letting me just be here even though I’m a stranger is enough.” Sevika takes a drag. “Here in the undercity, it’s important that we stick together. You needed help, so I decided to help you. I’m not going to pry into your damage, but if cutting back on my bad habits makes you more comfortable, I’m fine with that.” She smiles, and faces you. “Besides, having a pretty girl for a roommate ain’t so bad, bunny rabbit.”

You can’t even focus on the fact that she just called you pretty. “Bunny rabbit?” She chuckles. “You’re skittish as hell. M’scared you’ll just faint from shock one of these days.” She’s not wrong about that. You’re used to always needing to be on high alert. Every sound could mean danger.

You only feel more guilty. “Sorry…” your voice cracks embarrassingly. Sevika’s smile drops and she looks over at you. “Oh- I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings... No use feeling bad about it. Let’s just work on getting better, m’kay?” She presses her cigarette to the railing to out it, and puts one hand on your shoulder, leading you back inside. “Let’s go to bed, it’s late.”

As time goes by, you start to bond with Sevika. She’ll come home, tell you all about her day, eat dinner with you, and talk until you fall asleep. The nightmares ease too. If you do have one, she’s right there to tell you that everything’s okay.

One afternoon, Sevika gets back early with a shopping bag. You get up off of the couch to greet her. “Sevika? What’s that?” She smirks, and pulls out a pretty dress with spaghetti straps. “Since you came along, I haven’t been to the Last Drop in a while. So, I thought you might wanna come with.” You take the dress from her and admire it. “Sevika… it’s so pretty! But I don’t know… I haven’t been to a bar.” She puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine with me. Trust me. As long as everybody knows you’re with me, you’re safe.”

So, you decide to go with her. When you were getting dressed, Sevika spotted you looking at yourself nervously in the mirror. “Hey… is it too much? I didn’t really know what you’d like…” you turn to her. “No it’s pretty! I’m just… not used to this.” Sevika goes into her closet and comes back, draping a leather jacket over your shoulders. “You can have this for tonight if it makes you more comfortable.”

You feel your face heat up. “…thank you.” She smiles, and pats your shoulder. “No problem bunny rabbit.” The whole walk to the Last Drop, Sevika keeps you close. She glares at anyone who even looks in your direction, and yells threats back at cat-callers. When you finally reach the place, she opens the door for you. “Ladies first.” You smile. “You’re a lady too y’know.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

You weren’t sure what to expect at the bar. Sitting next to Sevika while she throws snide comments at the other card players definitely wasn’t it. She’s winning big time though. Laughing and squeezing your shoulder every time she sweeps another pile of chips her way.

Around an hour later, Sevika is definitely tipsy, but her instincts are sharp as ever. For some reason, more people keep coming to play against her even though she can’t stop winning. This next game looks especially tough. For a moment, you think it’s finally over before she reveals her winning deck. Her opponents jaw drops. Sevika lets out a booming laugh and just pulls you onto her lap like you’re the prize.

“Thought I was in trouble there, didn’t chya, cutie?” She laughs again while you register being seated on her muscular thigh. The other players mutter curses and storm off. “Wasn’t that fun? You didn’t drink any though.” Her large hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t like alcohol.” You respond curtly. Sevika lets you get off of her before she grabs the large sack of her winnings. “Let’s head home. Yeah? sweet thing?” You’re surprised at how casual she’s being with you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but the Sevika you’ve heard about isn’t nice and flirty in the slightest.

When you finally arrive at the apartment, Sevika crashes on the couch instantly. She seems like the type to be able to hold her alcohol, but she was being a little excessive today. After all that, you’re tired too. You take off the dress she gave you and slip on one of her shirts. Climbing back onto the couch, you snuggle against her human arm, and let sleep take you.

You wake up slowly. the sunshine is filtering in the room through the window. Sevika’s arm is draped over you like a blanket. It’s heavy. Given your current state, you’re not strong enough to move it. Not that you’d want to anyways. Sevika is usually up earlier than you. Perhaps she’s got a hangover.

With a big yawn, Sevika finally wakes up. She doesn’t say anything to you, despite the rather intimate sleeping arrangement. She stands up, ruffles your hair, and goes to turn on her coffee machine. “You could’ve taken the bed.” She finally says from across the apartment.

“I…didn’t want to.” Is all you can think to say. Sevika walks towards the couch again and plops down next to you. “Why not?” Her gray eyes stare unyielding into your own. “…just didn’t wanna.” You dont want to admit that you wanted to be on the couch with her. You haven’t known each other for very long. Not long enough to cuddling like you’d known her for years. “Okay, bunny rabbit..”

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Sevika was already kind to you before, but now she’s treating you like a pet. When she goes to the store, you know she’s coming back with something for you. Whether it’s a candy, new clothes, or just something she thinks you’d like.

She starts to touch you more too. She says it’s to “help you get used to it.” But every time she brushes her hand against your cheek or holds you by your waist, your heart flutters.

You’ve been living with Sevika for over a month now. Standing on her scale, you wait nervously to see your weight. Healthy. Still some way to go, but you’re not skin and bone anymore. Your cheeks look a little fuller, your skin a little more smooth, and there’s a glimmer again in your eyes.

The door slams shut, making you nearly jump out of your skin. It’s Sevika, but she doesn’t call for you like normal. Curiously, you exit the bathroom to see what’s happened. She’s standing with her hands pressed against he counter, hackles raised, and her muscles are tensed. “Sev?” You approach her and place a hand on her shoulder blade.

“Hey bunny…” She finally acknowledges you. She speaks to you in a soft, low voice that makes your breath catch in your throat. “Sorry if I scared ya…Know how you are. Today was just…Fuck, bunny. I don’t feel like chatting about it.” She pulls you in a hug. It’s sudden, but not unwelcome.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to…” you say to her. She sighs, goes over to the couch, and takes off her arm. “Come’ere.” You join her on the couch and she pulls you closer with her right arm. “You know…things have been better round’ere since you showed up.” “Really?” She smiles at you, running her human hand through your hair. “Yeah… if I didn’t have you, I’d probably be de-stressing in some other awful way.” You raise an eyebrow at the vague response. “Like what?”

A teasing grin forms on her face. “I dunno.. maybe by beating up some thugs or even a couple sessions at Babette’s.” Your face contorts into one of shocked surprise. Sevika notices and chuckles. “Yeah I get around, bunny.”

There was no doubt in your mind that it wasn’t true. After all, she’s an incredibly handsome woman. Broad muscular shoulders, and a face that could make your heart melt and your blood run cold depending on its expression. You sometimes fantasized that there could be something more with her, but demeaning thoughts told you that you were only a charity case for her.

She couldn’t truly care about you, because nobody ever did. Sevika notices the sudden shift in your expression. “Hey bunny… you alright?” “Yeah…I’m fine.” She senses you don’t want to be questioned further, and leaves back into her seat. “If you need something, I’m here. Kay?”

You nod, pushing away the thoughts of your yearning, and self hatred, opting to enjoy some peace for the first time in a while.

I’ll Keep Waiting p2 sneak peek!

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Sevika x fem! Y/n: broken marriage angst

part 1

a/n : in reality, I can never see Sevika treating her S/O like this, but I’m a sucker for angst so here this is anyways.

contains: swearing, alcohol abuse, minor pushing and shoving, smoking, maybe manipulation? Idk. If you’re uncomfortable with any of this, please stay away for your own comfort! ❤️

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The rain comes down hard against the shaking windows of your apartment in Zaun. You’re sitting up, waiting on the return of your wife, Sevika. She was meant to be home a while ago, but you try not to worry. Despite that, the anxiety that something’s wrong this time lingers in your mind.

She’s usually late to come home since she’s now Silco’s right hand, and is a lot busier than she used to be. You can’t say you entirely agree with Silco and Sevika, but this job seems to mean a lot to her, so you let any opinions you have go.

The clock strikes again… it’s been an hour, and no Sevika. You know that something’s up for sure, but what can you do? There’s no way you’d last long alone in Zaun past midnight… You try to stay up longer, but you feel sleep pulling your eyelids shut and attempting to quiet your worried mind…

Defeated, you sleepily make your way to the bed you share with Sevika, crawling onto it before collapsing where she’d usually sleep. You can’t help but smell her on the pillows, the blankets, and the sheets. You decide you’ll head straight to Silco’s base the very next morning to find her… if she isn’t back by then…

The faint sunlight filters its way through your halfway drawn blinds. Reaching out, you search for the familiar warmth of your wife, but she still isn’t there. Sitting up immediately, you pull on some clothes, grab a pocket knife, and leave to search for her on your own.

When you finally reach Silco’s place, most of his guards and goons move out of your way. Sevika has always made it clear that you’re with her, and the consequences of your mistreatment won’t be pretty, whether she’s your coworker or not. “Sev? Are you here?” You call out nervously. There’s still no sign of her. You slowly make your way to Silco’s door, cracking it open before pushing it out of the way. Sevika is completely knocked out on the couch.

Your hand goes to your mouth in shock as your eyes wander towards the bandaged bloody stump where her arm used to be. You feel light headed. You might puke, but you steel yourself, and instead focus on her face. “Sev! Are you okay? What happened?!” You say. You don’t shake her, since you think that might hurt her. You press your ear to her chest and breath a sigh of relief when you not only hear her heart pumping, but feel the slow rise and fall of her chest that you missed the night before.

“She’ll live…” A sickeningly familiar voice says from behind you. Whirling around, startled by the intrusion, you see that it’s only Silco. He doesn’t look so good himself either… Not that he ever did to you anyways. “What happened!?” You demand, trying to hide the obvious tremor in your voice. “A plan.. I can’t tell you everything, but Vander’s girl was causing some trouble, and there was…an explosion..”

He walks around the room till he reaches his desk, sitting down in the large chair. “Your..partner, Sevika…She defended me.. probably saved my life. In exchange for well…I think you can tell.” You’re aware of what has been going on the past couple of days. The explosion in piltover, the enforcers running around looking for the suspects, but you have no idea how this is related at all. All you want is for Sevika to wake up and tell you everything’s okay like normal.

“Uggh….shit..” Wish granted. Sevika’s eyes flutter open and she looks around. It’s clear she’s not really there, but you can’t help rushing back to her side. “Sev it’s me! A-are you okay? How do you feel!?” She looks at you strangely, before muttering a curse and going back to sleep. Kind of anti-climactic.

“We had a doctor stop by. She’s on a lot of medication right now, but she should be okay, given I’m giving her two months off..” She just lost her arm.. Only two months!? You think to yourself. However; “Okay..” is how you respond. All you can do is stare down at your wife, who merely furrows her eyebrows in her sleep.

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It’s been some time since the accident. Sevika is back home, and has been for about a week now. Recently, she’s been less affectionate, but you’ve brushed it off as stress, or her getting used to her new disability.

Despite this, you’re trying to be the most supportive wife you can possibly be. One afternoon, you spot her struggling to eat with a spoon. Her left hand was her dominant one after all… You go over to help her, lifting the spoon to her lips and smiling. “Hey. It’s alright I can help you.” She glares at you. “I don’t need your help… I’m not a kid.” You sigh, trying to be patient with her. “I know…but just let me help you right now.” Sevika has never been good at accepting help. She always wants to do things on her own. It’s a quality you find equally endearing, and annoying at times.

“I know that-well, things are going to be different for you from now on. This is all going to take some getting used to, but please, let me help you for now.” You plead with her. Her eyes soften momentarily, before looking away from you with a grunt. She begrudgingly takes the spoon in her mouth, allowing you to help her eat.

Despite some moments of tenderness, things are still pretty rough. She’s drinking a lot more than usual, and completely brushing you off when you try to talk to her about it. One night, you wake up to the loud sound of the TV in the living room. Sevika isn’t next to you.

You get up and head out the bedroom door, finding her drinking what looks like her third beer, and watching some crap on the TV. “What’s with that look, baby~?” She asks with a drunken slur. “You’re drinking again…You’ve already had a lot today.” You say, walking over and sitting down next to her. You hold her remaining hand with your own. “Ah fuck…Just get off my back…” She groans, rolling her eyes at you. “Sev, I just-all this drinking can’t be good for you. I know loosing your arm is rough, but this isn’t the solution! Just please come to bed with me.” You beg her. For a moment her eyebrows raise, before she scowls at you. She roughly shoves you off of her. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion on how i’m dealing with my own shit. Not yours.” She spat. Sevika swears all the time. She has the mouth of a sailor, but this time it feels different. Like the feeling you had when waiting for her to come home that night. A sinking feeling in your stomach telling you something is wrong. Fighting back tears, you stand up and return to bed.

It’s after one a.m. Sevika still hasn’t come to bed. The TV is off now. Is she asleep? You grip your wedding ring tightly. As you twist it around your finger, you assure yourself that this will all brush over. She just needs time…she’ll come around…she still loves me…it’ll be okay…

You jolt awake at the sound of heavy footsteps and the bed bouncing as Sevika plops down. You feel her calloused hand snake around your waist, and pull your back flush against her chest. Her chin comes to rest on the top of your head, and she finally speaks. “Hey…I’m sorry…” She sounds remorseful. Drunk for sure. Sevika is usually good at holding her alcohol. Must have drank a lot tonight…

“I shouldn’t be mean to you… I love you… you know that right?” She presses a kiss to the top of your head. The first one in a while. It stings a bit that it’s not when she’s sober. “Yeah… I know.” You mutter. Sevika mumbles on “ I’m sorry baby. I don’t deserve someone as pretty and sweet as you. I don’t know why you wanted to be with an old lady like me…” She squeezes you tighter. Sevika is only thirty three, but she calls herself old all the time. The usual ramblings of a drunk Sevika. You fall asleep that night in her arms. Till you’re not. The morning leaves you alone in the bed. After getting up, you notice Sevika isn’t home. You wait all afternoon until she finally comes through the door. “Oh, hey babe.” She says. “ Sev, where were you so early?” You ask, noticing the red cape draped over where her left arm was. “ Silco’s place. He called me over and, well… I’m getting a prosthetic.” She doesn’t seem too thrilled.

“That’s great!” You rush to her side, urging her to sit down. She’s still a bit tense. “Is something wrong?” You ask. She’s averting your gaze. “Look I just…you…fuck. Never mind.” She stands up and lights a cigarillo. Something she never used to do around you.

Sevika’s new arm will definitely take some getting used to. You’re not too sure about the shimmer aspect of it, but she seems pleased with it. “I’ll be back to work with this soon.” She says one night while you’re cooking dinner. “Aww…I’ll miss having you at home, Sev.” You say it like it’s a joke, but you really will miss her. “Yeah? I don’t know why. I’ve been a total bitch recently.” She remarks. “I still will. These past weeks have been hard, so I understand.” She frowns, leaning her elbows on the counter. “You’re just gonna let me get away with that? Wonder what else you’d put up with…”

And so, Sevika is back to work. You barely see her. Leaving early in the morning, and coming back either late into the night, or the early hours of the morning. You’re not sure if all of it is work though… Sometimes, she’ll come back with loads of cash. Sevika has always been a gambler, but it may be getting out of hand now.

Other times, she’ll come home scuffed up from another one of Silco’s “errands.” She won’t let you tend to her like she used to. You were hoping your relationship would go back to how it was now that things are mostly back to normal, but you only seem to be getting more distant. It’s been one week. One whole week since you’ve seen your wife. She told you this mission would be a long one, and “don’t expect to see me around soon.” Before just leaving. You miss the goodbye hugs and soft kisses, and the sweet nothings she’d leave you with.

One night the door slams open, waking you with a little yelp. “Just me.” You hear her yell from the doorway. Getting up, you rush to greet Sevika with a big hug. She stiffens, but merely rubs your head in response. “I missed you…” You mumble into her shirt, which smells of smoke, and blood. “Isn’t that cute?” She chuckles, something you haven’t heard in the longest time.

Everything is strange now. Moments like these feel off. She’s kind to you, sweet and loving, before suddenly becoming cold and distant again. Is this good? Is it bad? No marriage is going to be perfect everyday, but these ups and downs are confusing you. Nevertheless, you savor the rare moment of tenderness.

That morning, you wake up with a smile on your face. Today is Sevika’s day off. Your mind is brimming with ideas of what you could do today. Maybe you can go to the market together, or do some baking, or possibly something else you’ve been missing from her… Shaking the lewd delusion from your head, you get up to go find Sevika. To your surprise, she’s putting on her shoes and adjusting her red poncho over her new arm. “Where are you going?” You ask meekly. Your voice betraying the slightly sad mood you’ve found yourself in. “Out.” Is all she says. She doesn’t even look over her shoulder at you. Deciding not to let this moment go to waste, you tackle her in a tight hug, feeling her warm body against yours, along with the ice cold metal of her arm.

“Get the hell off’a me!” Her voice raises slightly, pushing you away, and knocking you off of her. “I- I’ll be back soon.” She looks regretful for just a moment, before leaving without another word.

For a moment you can’t even move. Just standing there looking shocked as ever. She’s never been so secretive. So aggressive or impulsive. You feel tears sliding down your cheeks before you can even try and stop them. But there’s also a ball of anger and pain in your stomach. You can’t say anything except for a little gasp.

You desperately touch the wedding ring around your finger like it’s a lifeline. “From the fanciest place I could find.” Is what she told you that day. Her eyes trained on yours like you were the only thing in her world. You certainly were not now.

A/n : Hello! Thanks so much for reading part one. I plan to keep this as a series, and any form of critique or suggestions are welcome!

-Elena

Agent’sevika x assassin’reader

( Sevika has been on the hunt for phantom since her first cold case , sadly shes had no luck with that , will the inly way she can capture phantom be thru unsavory ways ?)

Her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of the elusive figure she'd been tracking for weeks. The assassin known only as "The Phantom" had left a trail of bodies across the city of Zaun, each one with a crimson rose tucked neatly into the lifeless hand. Sevika knew that the rose was not just a taunt, but a signature—a declaration of war on the very fabric of justice she'd sworn to uphold.

Her heart raced as she heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching, muffled by the rain. She dropped her cigarette, the ember sizzling as it hit the puddle at her feet, and reached for her gun. The footsteps grew closer, the tension in the air thickening. And then, like a ghost materializing from the mist, the assassin appeared, clad in black with eyes that gleamed like polished chrome in the neon light.

The reader, an equally skilled assassin, had been watching Sevika from the rooftops above. She'd felt the agent's relentless pursuit, the heat of her determination, and it intrigued her. The Phantom had chosen to confront Sevika in this desolate part of the city, where the cries of the oppressed blended with the whispers of the wind.

As the agent stepped out of the shadows, the rain plastered her short, dark hair to her forehead, beads of water glinting like jewels in the neon glow. The Phantom studied her, noticing the tension in her jaw and the way her hand hovered near her holstered weapon. She knew this wasn't going to be a typical exchange of pleasantries.

"You're the one they call The Phantom," Sevika said, her voice steady despite the rapid thumping of her heart.

The assassin offered a small, enigmatic smile. "And you're Sevika. The dogged agent with a vendetta."

Sevika's hand tightened around her gun. "You're under arrest for the murder of twelve civilians and the attempted murder of Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom's smile grew. "Attempted murder? How disappointing. I guess my reputation precedes me, but not quite accurately."

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "You think this is a joke?"

The Phantom's smile never wavered. "I don't joke about my work, Agent."

Her voice was smooth, almost soothing, which made Sevika's grip on her gun tighten even more. The rain was coming down harder now, painting streaks of red across the assassin's cheeks where the light hit the crimson paint that marked her. Sevika knew she had to act fast—this was her chance to bring The Phantom to justice, to end the reign of fear that had gripped the city.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" Sevika said, her voice a mix of anger and admiration. "But you're just another killer."

The Phantom cocked her head to the side, the rain matting her hair to her skull. "Is that what you believe?"

Sevika stepped forward, the water pooling around her boots. "It's not what I believe—it's what you are."

The Phantom's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "You're wrong, Agent. I am justice, in a city where the only law is survival of the fittest."

Sevika took another step closer, her eyes never leaving the assassin's. "Justice is not a knife in the back or a bullet in the brain. It's served in a courtroom, not a dark alley."

The Phantom chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the alley. "You think you understand the world, don't you, Agent? You're so naive, so...beautifully naive."

Her hand shot out faster than Sevika could react, grabbing the agent's wrist and twisting it upward, forcing Sevika to drop her gun. It clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the symphony of rain and distant sirens. The Phantom stepped closer, her breath warm against Sevika's cheek, their bodies mere inches apart.

"You're not the first to underestimate me," she whispered, her eyes locked with Sevika's. The assassin's touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender. "But you might just be the last."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, and with a quick twist, she broke free from the grip. She lunged for her gun, but the Phantom was already on her, their bodies a whirl of motion in the dim light. Rainwater sprayed up as they grappled, the sound of wet fabric tearing and the smell of ozone from the nearby factories filling the air.

The Phantom's hand was like steel as she caught Sevika's wrist again. But this time, instead of pain, there was a gentle pat on the cheek, so condescending that it was almost affectionate. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of the assassin's confidence—and her contempt for the law that Sevika represented.

"You're a cute one," The Phantom said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. "But you're not ready to dance with the big girls yet."

The assassin's hand left Sevika's cheek and she took a step back, her movements as fluid as the rain that continued to fall around them. Sevika's eyes never left her as she bent to retrieve her gun, the water making the grip slick in her hand. She raised it, her finger on the trigger, ready to end this encounter once and for all.

But The Phantom was already gone. Vanished into the night as if she'd never been there at all. Sevika spun around, scanning the alley with a feral intensity, her heart hammering in her chest. The only evidence of the encounter was the crumpled cigarette butt, a puddle of rainwater, and a faint scent of something sweet and metallic that lingered in the air.

The rain pattered against the side of the buildings, the sound a mocking applause for the Phantom's escape. Sevika's hand hovered over her cheek where she'd been patted, the condescension of the gesture still stinging. It was unlike any encounter she'd ever had, leaving her both infuriated and intrigued. Who was this woman, this ghostly killer who played with her prey before she struck?

With a growl of frustration, Sevika bent down and picked up her gun, wiping the rain from its gleaming surface. The sirens grew louder, a symphony of chaos drawing nearer. She knew she had to leave before her backup arrived—before the scene was contaminated by the inevitable onslaught of flashing lights and shouting officers. The Phantom had bested her this time, but it wouldn't be the last.

As she straightened up, her hand brushed against something in her pocket—something that hadn't been there before. Sevika pulled it out, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was a scrap of paper, folded neatly and almost dry despite the downpour. The Phantom had left a parting gift.

Unfolding it with trembling hands, she revealed a handwritten riddle. The ink was a deep crimson, matching the color of the roses that accompanied the assassin's grisly work. The words danced before her eyes, a taunting puzzle that spoke of a challenge unspoken. It read: "I am the one who brings the dawn, yet I am feared by all. Who am I?"

Sevika stared at the riddle, the rain running down her cheeks like tears. The sirens grew louder, painting the alleyway in a strobing blue and red as the first responders approached. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the paper, the words burning into her mind. It was a game now, and she was a pawn—or perhaps a knight, sent to check the elusive queen.

The Phantom had left a trail of breadcrumbs, a dance of cat and mouse played out in crimson ink on a scrap of discarded newspaper. Sevika knew she had to follow, had to solve this puzzle before the killer struck again. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the meaning behind the words. "The one who brings the dawn, yet is feared by all." It was a twisted riddle, a reflection of the dark heart that beat within the assassin's chest.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings, looking for any clue, any hint of where the Phantom might have fled to. The alley was a maze of shadows and rain, each corner hiding a potential ambush. The sirens grew louder, the lights from the approaching patrol cars piercing the gloom. Sevika knew she had to move fast, to stay one step ahead of her quarry.

Her hand closed around the cold steel of her gun, the comforting weight of it grounding her as she took off at a sprint. The rain stung her eyes, blurring her vision, but she didn't need to see to know where she was going. The Phantom's scent was in the air—a faint trace of metal and something floral that seemed out of place amidst the industrial stench of the city. It was a scent that would lead her to the truth, if she could only follow it.

The alley opened up into a wider street, the neon signs casting a garish glow on the puddles that reflected the chaotic dance of the rain. Sevika's boots splashed through the water, sending waves crashing against the cracked asphalt. The riddle in her pocket felt like a burning ember, a constant reminder of the challenge laid before her.

Her instincts led her to a nondescript door, tucked away between two dilapidated buildings. It was the kind of place that blended into the background unless you knew what you were looking for—or unless you were being led there. She hesitated, the sirens wailing in the distance a stark contrast to the sudden quiet of the moment. But then she saw it—a crimson rose, almost invisible against the darkened brick, its petals sodden with rainwater. It was the Phantom's calling card, a macabre breadcrumb in a city of shadows.

Without a second thought, Sevika pushed the door open, the hinges screeching a protest. The room beyond was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and desperation. A few pairs of eyes flicked to her, the dancers on the makeshift stage pausing mid-move, but they quickly lost interest, returning to their rhythmic seduction of the patrons. Sevika scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There, in a corner booth, sat the reader—or rather, the Phantom. She was leaning in, a coy smile playing on her lips, her eyes locked on a woman with a tray of drinks.

The woman was young, her eyes weary but her smile forced. The Phantom's hand rested gently on her wrist, a gesture that was at once comforting and controlling. The dancer's movements grew more sluggish as she leaned closer, whispering something that made the woman's eyes widen in shock. Sevika's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the crimson glint in the assassin's gaze—it was the same look she'd had in the alley. The same look that had promised death and delivered only a taunt.

Sevika approached the table, the sound of her boots on the sticky floor a stark contrast to the music's seductive rhythm. The Phantom looked up, her smile never faltering as she took in the agent's rain-soaked figure. The dancer took the opportunity to slip away, her relief palpable as she disappeared into the shadows.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Agent," the Phantom purred, her voice a velvet whisper in the noisy room.

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "I've seen enough for one night," she said, her voice cold and hard.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, her smile still in place. "Ah, so you've come to play detective. How charmingly predictable."

Sevika ignored the jab and focused on the woman in front of her. "What's your game?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the din of the bar.

The Phantom's smile grew. "A dance of fate, perhaps?" She gestured to the empty chair. "Care to join me?"

Sevika remained standing, her eyes scanning the room. The dancers had resumed their performance, their movements sensual and desperate, each one telling a story of survival in the underbelly of Zaun. The patrons watched with a mix of lust and apathy, their eyes glazed over by the haze of intoxicants and despair. The rain continued to fall outside, its rhythm a mournful serenade to the lives lost and forgotten in the city's endless cycle of pain.

Suddenly, a young prostitute with a body that had seen more than its fair share of hardship sauntered over to their table. Her eyes were heavy with makeup, her smile forced, but there was a spark of something genuine in them—a hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter would be different from all the others. She slid into the reader's lap, her hands roaming over the leather of the assassin's outfit with a practiced ease.

The Phantom's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Sevika's reaction, the agent's jaw tightening as she took in the scene. The woman's hands grew bolder, her fingertips tracing the line of the reader's jaw, her breath hot against the cool metal of the mask. Sevika couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance—this was no place for a display of affection, especially not with someone as dangerous as the Phantom.

The prostitute's movements grew more overt, her hips rolling with a practiced seductiveness that spoke of a life spent in the shadows of desire. The Phantom's hands slid under the hem of the dancer's skirt, her fingers toying with the soft flesh of her thighs. Sevika's nostrils flared, the smell of sweat and desperation thick in the air. She didn't need this distraction, didn't need to see the way the assassin's hands moved with the same deft grace that had nearly disarmed her in the alley.

The dancer leaned in closer, her painted lips brushing against the Phantom's mask, leaving a smudge of red on the gleaming surface. The Phantom's smile widened, and she whispered something that made the young woman giggle, a sound that was as out of place as a bird's song in the cacophony of the bar. Sevika's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. This was a game within a game—a dance of power and control that she hadn't been prepared for.

The Phantom turned to Sevika, her chrome eyes gleaming with mischief. "You seem tense," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the air. "Why don't you come over here and join us? Maybe she can help you relax."

The prostitute looked up at Sevika, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The Phantom leaned in closer, whispering something in the dancer's ear that made her giggle. The sound was a stark contrast to the tension that coiled around them like a serpent. Sevika felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing despite the chill of the rainwater that still clung to her skin.

Before she could respond, the reader's hand snaked out and caught the prostitute's wrist, pulling her closer. "Why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?" the Phantom said, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.

The dancer's eyes widened in surprise, then a cunning smile spread across her face as she slid off the reader's lap and onto Sevika's, her hands running up the agent's chest. The Phantom's gaze never left Sevika's as she whispered in the prostitute's ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. The dancer's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye, and she began to move her body in time with the music, her hands roaming Sevika's shoulders and neck.

Sevika felt the heat of the Phantom's thighs against hers, the warmth of the dancer's breath on her neck as she leaned in closer. She clenched her jaw, her eyes locked with the assassin's, a silent challenge in her gaze. But the Phantom just laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. It was a sound that held no mirth, only the promise of something darker, something that Sevika couldn't quite put her finger on.

The prostitute, seemingly unfazed by the tension, began to unbutton Sevika's shirt with practiced ease, her nimble fingers slipping the fabric aside to reveal the dampened skin beneath. Sevika's hand shot up to stop her, her eyes never leaving the Phantom's. "What are you doing?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

The Phantom's laugh was a quiet, private thing, the kind that spoke of secrets shared between old friends. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sevika's ear. "Why don't you let her?" she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "It might do you some good to loosen up."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the pulse in her throat racing. She knew this was a test, a game of wills played out in the most intimate of arenas. But she couldn't let the Phantom think she was unshakeable. With a growl, she grabbed the dancer by the waist and yanked her onto her lap, the chair groaning in protest. The prostitute giggled, wrapping her arms around Sevika's neck, her body grinding against hers in a display that was more taunt than temptation.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with an amused smile. "Much better," she murmured, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the nightclub. Her eyes never left Sevika's, the challenge in them unmistakable. The dancer's hands slid down the agent's body, her fingertips tracing the contours of Sevika's breasts, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Sevika's teeth clench.

A drunk man stumbled over, his eyes glazed with lust and liquor. He lurched toward the Phantom, his hands reaching out to grab her. The reader's eyes narrowed, her grip on Sevika tightening as she prepared to intervene, but the Phantom was already in motion. With a swift, almost graceful move, she grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, sending him sprawling to the floor with a pained yelp. The patrons barely took notice, too lost in their own miseries to care about the brief display of violence.

The prostitute who had been eyeing the reader earlier approached, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice a mix of relief and admiration. "That man, he's always causing trouble here."

The reader nodded curtly, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. The dancer took the opportunity to cuddle up closer to the reader, her arms looping around the assassin's neck. "You're a real hero," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. The Phantom's hand slid down the dancer's back, her thumb idly tracing circles on the small of her back.

Sevika felt the heat of the dancer's body against hers, the smoothness of her skin, and the rapid beating of her heart. It was a distraction she didn't need, but somehow couldn't resist. Her hand, still clutching the chair's armrest, began to tremble. The Phantom noticed, her smile widening slightly.

"You know, Agent," she said, her voice a seductive drawl, "you're much more interesting than I thought."

The prostitute had slid off Sevika's lap and was now curled up against the Phantom, her head resting on the reader's shoulder. The Phantom's hand gently stroked her hair, a gesture that seemed almost maternal in the harsh neon glow of the bar. The dancer's eyes were closed, a look of peaceful contentment on her face as she leaned into the touch. It was a stark contrast to the desperation that had been etched into her features just moments before.

Sevika watched the scene unfold, her mind racing. The Phantom was playing another game, one that she didn't understand. But she knew she had to stay focused—there was something about the assassin that was too dangerous to ignore. The Phantom's eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was as if she could see the tumult of emotions and thoughts raging behind the agent's stoic facade.

With a sudden burst of strength fueled by frustration and a desperate need for control, Sevika pushed the prostitute aside and grabbed the Phantom by the arm, pulling her out of the booth. The dancer stumbled, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, but she was forgotten as Sevika dragged the reader through the crowded bar. The Phantom didn't resist, her smile never faltering as she allowed herself to be led away.

The room was a blur of neon lights and shadowy figures as they moved through the throng of people. The music grew distant, the voices of the patrons muffled by the pounding of Sevika's heart in her ears. She didn't stop until they reached a back hallway, the air thick with the smell of mold and decay. With a shove, she pushed the reader into a small, dingy room, slamming the door behind them.

The Phantom stumbled, catching herself against the wall with a low chuckle. She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she faced Sevika. "Finally," she murmured, "you're showing some spirit."

Sevika's breath was ragged, her eyes flashing with anger and something else—desire, perhaps. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice low and husky.

The Phantom stepped closer, the click of her heels echoing in the small room. She leaned in, her mask almost touching Sevika's face. "What do you think I want?" she whispered, the challenge in her voice unmistakable.

Sevika's hand shot out, her grip like iron as she pushed the Phantom against the wall. "I don't have time for your games," she snarled, her eyes flashing. "You're a killer, and I'm here to bring you in."

The Phantom's smile grew, the crimson paint on her cheeks standing out starkly in the grimy light. "Ah, but what's the fun in that?" she murmured, her breath hot and sweet. "Where's the thrill in capturing a creature that wants to be caught?"

With a flourish of her hand, the reader leaned back against the wall, her arms spread wide in mock surrender. "What are you going to do to me, Agent?" she asked, her voice a siren's call in the dank room. "Arrest me? Or perhaps something more... personal?"

Sevika's grip on the Phantom's wrist tightened, her knuckles white with the effort. "You're under arrest," she ground out, trying to ignore the racing of her heart. "For twelve counts of murder, and attempted murder on Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom chuckled, a sound that was both mesmerizing and maddening. "Déjà vu, darling?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "How quaint. You think you can pin those crimes on me so easily?"

Lips of an Angel

You and Sevika had grown too close for her comfort. You leave and then make the first call to her months later.

Smoke rose from Sevikas lips as she exhaled a deep sign following a drag from her cigarette. The weight in her chest sunk deeper and deeper as she looked out at the night sky. A longing for connection. The same connection she had cut off just a few months prior. Now she had one-night stands with any broad willing to come home with her. The short sex with no meaning. Sevika, holding a woman whose name she has refused to remember. Laying still until a soft snore can be heard so she can get up and sit on the balcony of her apartment looking at the vast nothingness above her.

A vibration in her pocket stopped her thoughts. You. It’s as if Sevika had suddenly lost all of her hearing. Memories flooded her brain. The love. The happiness. The fights. She answered. 

“Honey, why you calling me so late?” Sevika whispered. A rustling coming from the room attached to the patio reminded Sevika that she wasn’t alone. Soft cries coming from the other end of the phone gained her attention. Sevikas eyes widened at the sound. “Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?” 

“Sevika, I miss you.” You hadn’t called since the big fight. Months of hearing nothing made Sevika think you had moved on. Maybe even forgotten about her. The agony of not knowing where you had gone, or who you were staying with.

“It’s really good to hear your voice, saying my name.” Sevika took a breath. A teardrop falling from her chin onto her flesh hand. She hadn’t even noticed she was crying. A rare occasion that Sevika would cry, but it always surprised her when it happened.  “I guess we never really moved on.” A joking tone in the older womens voice. 

A tone shifted. “Moved on? How could I have? I gave every piece of me to you, and yet it wasn’t enough to be in a serious relationship with you.” You took a breath. “I can’t stop dreaming of you. Of you holding me, kissing me. The way you’d wrap your arms around me when we slept. How you’d come home late at night and carry me from the couch to the bed. The way we’d wake up and just stare into each other's eyes for as long as we could without even speaking. I dream of us every night. It haunts me.” When your tangent was done you realize it was your turn to hear sobbing on the opposite line. 

Sevika openly sobbing was a vulnerable thing. Something that you had only witnessed once before. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Was being repeated over and over again. Sevika had shut you out before this moment. She realised that her work was dangerous and tensions were high.

She made it very clear to you that she didn’t want you staying over anymore. So that was the first step, you collected your things and went back to renting a room with your friends. She then started to ignore you when you approached her at The Last Drop. You remember it so clearly. “Just back off.” The words stung as if she had just slapped you across your face. 

The two of you had never disclosed a title to your odd relationship, but domestic it was. Was that what had scared Sevika off? The way you wash her clothes, the way you clean the house and cook her dinner every night. Was Sevika so uncomfortable with the thought of somebody caring so much that it made her shut out the only person in the world she cared about? 

A shaky breath filled the short silence. “Come to me. Tomorrow. I need to see you.” Sevika said.

“Okay.”

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Sooooo this is the first thing I have written in literal years. It's a bit (allot) shaky, but I kept listening to this song and thinking of Sevika!!! If you've read this far THANK YOU and I hope you enjoyed this little blurb I've made. K BYE <3

idk if anyone will even read this

hihihi sooooo i totally ghosted and haven't posted like i said i would. i've been stuck on homework and my son has been tearing my house apart, BUT i am down two glasses of wine and am currently typing a wonderfully angst filled fic about sevika and i am determined to get it done in one sitting !!!

also might be showing my age here, but can we agree that Sevika gives very much Unc status?? obviously in a butch way but still

shimmer family being silly

Day 31: The Last Drop

past and present

Steal their look 👗

Everybody wants to be—…

I tear ran down my thigh

bro imagine ur politician does a calvin klein campaign

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Thinking of doing a Saturnvika drawing-

like straight up, just drawing Sevika as planet Saturn, someone gave me the idea on tt.

And then i thought about writing a cute little oneshot too^^

What do we think?

SHES LITERALLY SO BABY I LOVE HER THE SILLINESS

taking care of Sevika after she comes back from a long day of hard work

tired of top sevika fanfics.

“Sevika’s a stone top!” this “sevika is NAWT a bottom” that

yeah idc I’m giving her back-shots

give me more sub/bottom sevika neow pls

Have a sketch of her bc I love her

yeah... yeah

Lowkey the best thing ever I need this to be longer ugh

hiii, could you write something about sevika corrupting a sweet church girl?

your blog is really cute btw <3

omg omg omg !!! i’ve been dying to write something like this, thank you for the request!!

sevika x fem reader

cw: religion, corruption, implied age gap, fingering, semi-public.

you’re a good girl. made good grades in school, good daughter, good sister, kind person. you never miss a sunday service. and if you must, you’ll be at the church for service on monday afternoon. you spend your life being pure, avoiding sin wherever it may rear its devilish head.

no pride or greed or lust. just simple, sweet purity.

that is, until you meet that lady.

every day on your walk home from mass you see her. maybe mid forties, dark hair, and easily six feet tall. she stands outside the deli every morning at 11:45 on the dot for her smoke break.

and every sunday morning she says hello, or good morning, or asks how ‘sunday school’ is going. it’s strange. you always give her a smile, say hello back, but she seems so condescending. like every word she says to you is secretly making fun of you.

you don’t really know her either, which is weird. it’s a small town, everyone knows each other. not…her thought. she’s just an impossibly rude person you see on sundays that causes you to remember the jesus was always kind to strangers.

it’s a cold january morning, sidewalks slick with ice. like clockwork, that woman is standing outside the deli with her cigar.

“careful, virgin mary. don’t want you slippin’ out here.”

okay, rude.

“i’m okay, no need to worry,” you respond, stopping in your tracks in front of her. the gaze she holds on you is almost uncomfortable. she’s staring down at you like she’ll burst out laughing at any moment. like the mere idea of you is just hilarious to her.

“sevika, by the way. my name.”

oh. sevika. okay.

“y/n. it’s nice to properly meet you. i’ve never seen you around outside of…this.”

“i’m not very social” she responds.

you smile. you certainly know the best way for people to find community in town.

“well, there’s a service on mon-”

she cuts you off with a scoff. “not interested. not the place for me.”

“why not?”

sevika leans closer, letting her lips fall near your ears.

“i like smoking, drinking, cursing, fucking. it’s not the place for me, princess.”

you clutch the cross around your neck with a gasp. this is wrong on so many levels. sinful, disgusting, unnatural…and yet you feel your face getting impossibly redder.

sevika stomps out her cigarette. “see you next sunday, princess.”

whether you like it or not, sevika evokes quite a bit of lust in you. her smirk, her piercing grey eyes, her muscles that stretch the fabric of her impossibly tight tshirt…you can’t help it. the forbidden fruit is strong. you suppose it’s all a part of the lord’s plan. send you a taste of homosexual temptation and watch you be a true follower.

you aren’t though.

you entertain her flirting, all her lustful stares, and your church dresses start to come above the knee just to give her something to look at. you don’t know why you like this so much. it’s gross. it’s wrong. it’s against god’s wishes.

but jesus christ, one look from sevika and that all goes out the window. every good christian moral, everything you’ve known to be true disappears the second sevika locks eyes with you.

after a monday evening service, you take your weekly stroll home. it’s dinner time, and sevika is working.

you open the door to the deli, seeing sevika behind the counter. you watch silently as she meticulously rearranges the meats on display.

“i could use some dinner, sevika” you say and she perks up, brief shock replaced with her signature smirk.

“princess. c’mon back, i’ll make you whatever sandwich you want.”

and she does. you’re sitting on a wooden stool in the back of the deli, making small talk. sevika’s presence feels strangely right, like these little moments were made to happen. maybe this was the lord’s plan after all.

sevika steps closer, towering over you.

“you have sauce on your lips. messy eater, huh princess?”

she takes her calloused thumb and wipes the sauce away, eyes never leaving yours. the air feels thicker and your face feels hotter. and without skipping a beat, your lips on on sevika’s.

she stammers a bit in shock, then immediately gaining back control. she wraps her hand around the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. you can feel her smirking against you, prying your lips apart and exploring the inside of your mouth with her tongue.

her lips feel like the missing piece of a puzzle, perfectly slotting against yours in a dance of passion and affection. she’s calculated with the way she kisses, making sure you feel every bit of her tongue gliding against your mouth.

“sevika-” you pant, pulling away. “we shouldn’t, i-it’s not right.”

“shush, princess,” she growls, “gods not watching right now.”

and maybe he’s not. so fuck it. you nod and let sevika pull your blouse off, pushing her head into your chest. she litters your chest in bites, reveling in the sweet moans you let out.

her hands make their way under your skirt, silently asking for permission to pull your slick panties down.

all you can do is nod, desperate and utterly dumb for her touch.

“so soft, princess…” she moans, “so wet. is that all for me?”

another nod.

“you gonna be a good girl?”

another nod.

sevika pulls hand away with an evil grin. “words. or you aren’t getting shit from me.”

“yes, it’s all for you. yes, i’ll be good. please hurry before i remember that i’m a woman of god and stop,” you groan.

her ring finger circles your swollen clit, spreading your folds and rubbing you down to your needy hole. one of her thick fingers is enough to stretch you out, walls tightening around her as she slowly moves in and out of your cunt.

“tight fuckin’ pussy…so pure and innocent, huh? just a good little church girl who likes other women fucking her greedy cunt?”

she chuckles darkly at herself, and at the way you get even tighter at her mean words. so humiliating, so blasphemous, so unholy. and yet every deep, deliberate thrust has you closer and closer to cumming.

“sevika,” you whimper, “i can’t hold it, please.”

“is that right?” she teases.

“you can cum, baby. but make sure to repent after.”

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Angel I need to share this with you. I saw this tiktok where a girls bf switched shoes with her on the way back from a night out. So he took off his shoes and gave them to her so she could be more comfortable, and then he put on her heels and walked the rest of the way back in them.

You think our sweet sev would do that???

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oh COMPLETELY!!!

men and minors dni

this evening, when you decided to wear your most uncomfortable pair of heels, you were under the impression that tonight would be a lowkey dinner date, where the most walking you'd have to do was to and from the car.

that had been the plan. and dinner had been great. you and sevika spent the evening making lovey eyes across the table from one another, feeding one another bites of your dinner, and laughing.

but then you'd gotten back to your car, sevika had turned the key, and a horrible grinding noise rang out.

"fuck is that?!" you ask. sevika groans.

"it can't be good." she says.

so, your evening takes a turn. you spend forty five minutes sitting in the car waiting for a tow truck, then another forty five letting the mechanic poke around under the hood.

"yeah, i'm gonna have to take it to the shop." marcy the mechanic says. sevika groans and you rub her back.

"how long 'til it'll be ready?" your wife asks. marcy shrugs.

"two days, a week at most."

"a week?!" sevika cries.

you squeeze her shoulder. "relax, baby. marcy, thank you so much for coming out so late." you say.

"'course. you ladies need a ride home? it'll take a few minutes for me to get the car hitched to my truck, but i don't mind stopping on the way back to the shop."

you shake your head. you're tired and you just want to get home. you're only a few blocks away, and sevika probably needs the walk to calm down anyways. "that's alright, we'll hoof it. thanks marcy. text me when you get back to your shop safe, alright?" you ask.

marcy salutes you. "will do. you ladies have a good night. or... as good a night as you can, after this."

which is how you find yourself walking half a mile in your worst fucking shoes.

you manage just fine for the first few blocks. by the time you're in your neighborhood, your feet are aching and you're clinging to sevika's arm for support.

and now, three blocks from home, you just can't take it anymore.

"hold on, honey." you groan as you pull sevika to a bench. she frowns at you in concern.

"you alright?" she asks, pinching your cheek sweetly. you chuckle.

"my feet are killing me. just give me a few seconds to rest and i'll be good to go again."

sevika giggles and sits beside you, kissing your head. "didn't plan on an evening stroll, did ya?" she asks. you snort.

"no, i didn't."

"not our best date night." sevika laments. you laugh.

"not our worst either, though." you say.

"no? which one was our worst?"

"hmm... remember that time the restaurant caught on fire during our anniversary?"

sevika bursts into laughter. "you think that was our worst? our dinner was comped and we got free drinks for life!"

you snort. "well, what do you think our worst date's been?"

"the time we tried to go for a hike and a fucking hail storm started. i thought we were gonna get fuckin' iced off the mountain." she says.

you laugh and rest your head on your wife's shoulder. "god, that was horrible."

"or maybe the time we took jinx and isha to the aquarium and they both got food poisoning."

"they never shoulda eaten the fish sticks in that cafe. 's just wrong to eat fish in their own fuckin' house." you giggle.

"fuck, we were in that bathroom for hours."

"i'm just glad the cleaning staff was so fuckin' nice about all the vomit. i woulda banned us for life." you say.

sevika cackles and kisses your head. "how are your feet?"

"still sore, but i can manage."

"don't be stupid." sevika grunts. you frown, not understanding what she means until she bends over and starts untying her shoes.

"what're you doing?"

"i'll trade with ya."

"sevika!" you laugh. "we are not the same shoe size."

she giggles and shrugs. "so? we only got three blocks left."

"have you ever even walked in heels before?"

sevika shrugs again. "no. but how hard can it be?" she asks as she wiggles out of her shoes. you snort.

"sevika, you're gonna break your ankle."

"so, i'll hold your hand." she says. she shoots a mean glare at you, like she's daring you to protest further. you just roll your eyes and slip your heels off.

"i really don't wanna visit the hospital tonight, sev."

"i'll be fine." she giggles, handing you her fancy dress shoes and taking your heels in her hands.

you laugh as you watch her slip into them, standing with a slight wobble, before turning around and crouching to tie her shoes on your feet for you.

"my prince charming." you giggle. she winks up at you.

"i'm the one in the fancy slippers now, babe. think that makes me cinderella."

sevika helps you stand, and you sigh in relief at the feeling of your feet flat on the pavement. "thank you, love." you say, kissing her cheek. sevika winks at you, then weaves her arm in yours.

"anytime, dear."you start your walk back with slow, careful steps, holding onto sevika's arm and eyeing her feet in your stilettos. but, after a few moments, sevika lets out a scoff and straightens her spine. "this isn't so bad." she giggles. "look, i bet i could even--" she jumps a bit, and you cringe as she does.

"sevika! be careful!" you laugh.

your wife giggles, then starts jogging ahead of you. "oh, babe, these are easy. fuck are you complaining for? look!" she starts a little jig. you're shaking your head in disapproval, trying your best to swallow back your laughs. but when sevika trips and falls face first into your neighbor's front yard, you can't help but cackle.

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So here's fresh out of shower sevika... in only a towel...

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