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tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, dom sevika, sub reader, established relationship, oral + strap penetration (r!recieving). this is actually quite romantic, soft sevika, you get fluff with your smut today. fem reader implied (no she/her used) + afab anatomy (cunt, pussy, tits, clit, ovulation) + feminine pet names (doll, princess, pretty thing) for reader.
summary: you're ovulating and you have brainworms about your busy councilor girlfriend. you entice her into fulfilling your desperate needs!
wc: 3.7k
a/n: hi sorry for dying for like 9 months , my transformers special interest reared its ugly head ... and i also got engaged LMFAO . heres my contributions for pride month as an apology <3
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being sevika's partner is awesome.
she's chivalrous in a way you wouldn't expect. it's all the bells and whistles, opening doors, striding on the side closer to the road on walkways, if an airship's seats are full, she'll stand so you don't have to. she confesses one night after nursing her whiskey a little too long, mumbling at you as you tuck her into bed.
"i ne'er really pegged myself as the type to give a shit about romance, but you make me wanna be soft."
before you can coo lovingly at sevika, she's chuckling. you ask what's so funny.
"heh, pegged."
you swat her shoulder, which makes her laugh harder.
sevika's also the epitome of a provider. she's got a real problem where if you even *look* at something too long, it's yours. maybe not the same day, but she *will* get it for you. you're exceptionally easy to buy for, because she's always attentive.
she's also strong, and tall, and funny in this dry, sarcastic way that makes you often miss the joke for a few minutes because sheย says it so bluntly. she's honest, she's fantastic in bed, and she even smells good, like smoke and sandalwood and musk.
the sole issue of being sevika's partner is just how busy she is.
now, that's not that big of an issue. you knew damn well what you were getting into when you started dating the councilwoman sevika. it was actually one of the things that drew you to her. her work ethic, her drive, her determination. as a zaunite yourself, you were no stranger to the conditions and circumstances that the undercity had been plagued by both in the long term and more recent memory. how could you ever begrudge her work?
well, you didn't.ย
besides, sevika makes time for you whenever humanly possible. sevika gives you her schedule every single day down to the minute. youโd be at the academy parked outside those meeting room doors, ready to walk her to her office for a lunch you brought. you're sure to wake up, still tired with the worst morning breath (sevika doesn't mind in the least), to kiss her and send her off. you're awake late with a meal and a drink on the table for when she comes home, and often in your cutest underwear to entice her into eating you instead.
your life, despite sevika's business, is functional, fluid, fulfilled. you can work as much as you want or be a stay at home wife, sevika supports all your passions and endeavours wholeheartedly, and you get cracked multiple times a week.
no amount of planning can make a body bend to a schedule however, and you wake up one morning drenched.
it's that time of month.
no, not the bloody one.
the horny one.
you're ovulating, and your first thought when you gain consciousness is something along the lines of โi want sevika to fuck me until she somehow gets me pregnant with her strap.โ
that proceeds to be your second thought. and your third. and so on and so forth, until your mind is nothing but horny chanting for sevika to obliterate you. sexily, of course.
she's usually already up, choosing to wake up earlier to have a moment of admiring you like the sap she is. you're sure you can convince her to make a pit stop to pound town before leaving the house.
you roll over, ready to turn up all your charm and seduction to eleven for your big strong sexy woman.
โhey lover, how about we-โ
you cut yourself off, because the bed is empty. your horny brain had somehow failed to supply you with the critical loss of warm solid weight beside you.
sevikaโs out of the house early. sheโs got a big proposal of redirecting some funds to developing zaunite schools that sheโs got to pitch to the council tomorrow. sheโd already warned you last night that sheโd be gone for nearly the whole day.ย
โiโll make it up to you over the weekend, baby.โ
you may be ovulating, but that doesnโt mean youโre selfish. youโre not about to go bother her at work with something so important on the line. you can just do what you did before you met sevika!
except you canโt, because sevika knows your body better than you do. you have one rather uneventful orgasm in the time it would have taken for sevika to give you three. how is it possible that sheโs ruined your own body for you?
you go about your day, counting down the minutes until sevika comes home. five minutes feels like an hour, an hour feels like a day, and your brain will not stop supplying you with scenario after scenario of your wife.
sevika behind you fucking you doggy style, her arm around your neck, choking you just a little as she holds you to her chest. her bicep flexes, your breath cuts off for one controlled second, her strap rutting into you until youโฆ
โฆdrop the jar of sauce youโd been absentmindedly inspecting. it shatters on the floor, breaking you out of your stupor. you have to pay for the wasted product, but at least your red face is mistaken for embarrassment over the sauce.
sevika between your legs, your thighs over her shoulders. sheโs got her flesh hand supporting the curve of your ass, and the cool metal of her other handโs fingers splayed over your stomach. she holds you down, stops you from squirming, which youโre doing a lot of considering this is your third orgasm. you whine, hands clawing at the sheets, warning her youโre about toโฆ
โฆ get hit by some little punk on a chemtech hoverboard. the child wooshes past you, startling you badly out of your daydream, making you drop your bag of groceries.ย
โwatch where youโre going, bro!โ
they mock you, giving you the finger as they fly out of view. you realise youโve wandered into the middle of the street, and youโre getting some weird looks from people on the edges of the road. you quickly scoop up your belongings and hurry home.
sevika getting home. sevika taking her clothes off. sevika in nothing but her boxers. sevika letting you help take off her prosthetic. sevika holding you. sevika kissing you, her labret cool compared to your hot breaths. sevika pushing you against the wall, her knee between your legs, grinding up just right. sevika whispering in your earโฆ
โhey, doll. is that supposed to smell burnt?โ
youโre not pinned to the wall. youโre behind the stove, getting lost in your thoughts again. the sauce is bubbling, teeny bits of char arising when you push it around again. whatโs worse is you didnโt even hear sevika come in, far too preoccupied with conjuring fantasies of her. you kill the heat and turn to her, smiling.
โno, but iโm sure itโs fine. how was work?โ
this is all pretense. youโre desperately hoping she says that she was so busy all day and she could really blow off some steam. instead, you get an apologetic quirk of her dark lips.
โkinda shit. didnโt get everything done. iโm gonna have to stay up late to get this proposal finalised. that okay?โ
no! itโs not! you need her carnally right this instant!
is what you want to say. but you have decorum. so you donโt.
โof course not, i know how important this is to you. let me fix you dinner.โ
you scoop a large serving of noodles and sauce into a bowl, and send her off with steaming, slightly burnt food, and a kiss on the cheek.
you try to entertain yourself, you really do. still, you poke into sevikaโs office every half hour.
โhowโs it going?โ
โgood.โ
โdo you think youโll be done soon?โ
โmaybe. iโm not sure yet, baby.โ
โyou might need a break, youโve been working really hard all dayโฆโ
โiโll take a break in a bit, donโt worry about me.โ
you feel like youโre going insane, clawing at the walls of your own brain with need. sevikaโs getting a tad annoyed with your constant check-ins, you can tell, but sheโs got her little reading glasses on, and sheโs got such a severe โiโm workingโ face that makes you crazy, and you just can't take it anymore.
โsevika.โ
thereโs something in your tone that makes sevika look up properly when you next appear in the doorway. you stare her dead in the eyes.
โi need you to fuck me immediately or iโll literally die.โ
sheโs quiet for a long moment, before she gives you a lazy little smirk as she takes her glasses off.
โyouโll literally die? bit dramatic of you.โ
โnot dramatic enough! i dropped the stupid sauce in the store and i nearly got hit by a hoverboarder and it didnโt even matter because i still burnt the sauce-โ
โit tasted fine.โ
โthatโs not the point! the point is i literally canโt function until you take care of me! iโve been thinking of you all day, so please make me cum my brains out just once and i promise iโll leave you alone for the rest of the evening.โ
sevika frowns at that, rotating her chair enough to spread her thighs wide. she pats the muscular plane of her left leg, and youโre moving before you can even process the nonverbal command.
โyouโre not a chore, princess, and you donโt gotta leave me alone.โ
her tone is warm, rich, immediately making you melt as you perch in her lap, legs straining over her mass to straddle her. she tilts your face up with her hand. sheโs taken her prosthetic off for the evening, so sheโs holding you up by just your jaw, making you look at her. her innate dominance immediately sends heat to your cunt.
โnow, iโm gonna oblige your little request for attention. you gonna behave?โ
your head is nodding the second she says โyouโ.ย
โgo grab the strap, lube too. gonna fuck you right here in my chair.โ
like a dog hearing itโs favourite words, you hurry to obey sevika. with a less than graceful manoeuvre, youโre off her broad lap and out of the room. your brain is like a well-oiled and very horny machine.ย
outer layer of clothing off, leaving you in nothing but the cute black panties you wore in hopes of this very scenario coming true. drawer, dildo, harness, lube, back to sevika. you donโt even shut the drawer before youโre tearing off back to her office.
the sight that awaits you is nothing short of divine. sevika standing tall, gathering papers at the sides of her desk. sheโs gotten her dark brown pants off, now gathered in a heap next to the chair, leaving her in that black wife pleaser that shows off all the muscle of her bicep and a little of her cleavage. her boxers are absent too, giving you an eyeful of the dark brown folds of her cunt and the prominent shape of her large clit.
sheโs always so hot when sheโs focused, thick brows always drawn slightly from a lifetime of frowning, strong nose that made her side profile so distinct, full lips moving slightly as she subconsciously plays with her labret piercing inside her mouth, silver eyes trained on the task at hand.ย
that intense gaze turns to you, and despite the hunger that flickers to life in sevikaโs eyes at the sight of you holding the harness and dark purple silicone, you can also see her pupils dilate. she really does love you so much.
โcโmere. youโre so fuckinโ cute, waiting for me all patiently. panties off, hop up on the desk.โ
you give her a slightly confused look. why the command to grab the strap if sheโs not going to use it right away? before you can even ask, sheโs answering.
โโm not skipping foreplay.โ
โbut iโm ready now.โ
โi bet you are, doll. but how about you oblige me a little?โ
thatโs sevikaโs slick way of getting you to agree to prep. as much as you want her to fuck you without any more preamble, sheโs always going to make sure youโre properly ready. she made sure to get a faux cock proportionate to her size, after all. that shit stings without at least a little help.
itโs also sevikaโs slick way of getting to eat you out.ย
what? sheโs nothing if not a munch.
you, of course, oblige her. you shimmy off your underwear, sevika taking the time to pull the harness on with practised precision. no sooner does your bare ass meet cool wood is she sitting down in her chair, pulling it up.ย
her hand presses to your stomach lightly, encouraging you to lay back a bit. you prop your elbows up, careful to avoid her very important papers. without any more input, youโre spreading your legs as well, and sevika internally preens a bit at just how well behaved you are for her. her warm, calloused palm slides from your tummy, over your hip and down to your inner thigh, pushing it back just a bit further.ย
your cunt is so wet, already shiny with arousal. sevika inhales deeply, groaning at the heady scent, her gaze lidding as it lifts to meet yours.
โaw, she really missed me huh? look, sheโs droolinโ for me.โ
her thumb brushes the hood of your clit and you make a noise thatโs best described as pathetic. it spurs your lover on, and she lowers her head to lick a broad stripe up the full length of your slit. then another, and another, until sheโs lapping at you with wild abandon, the bridge of her nose rubbing against your clit as she fucks you with her tongue.
โoh fuck, vikaโฆโ
you can barely choke out words, far too busy mewling for her instead. sevika doesnโt seem to mind, more focused on tasting you.ย
at some point she throws one of your legs over her left shoulder, and you dig your heel into her back as she turns to sucking your clit instead. her teeth and piercing graze you on occasion, and your hands are definitely mucking up her papers as you try to find purchase on the desk.
โiโm gonna- iโm gonna cum on your face if you donโt stop.โ
sevika pulls away just barely at the warning, resting her cheek on your inner thigh. her heavy breaths puff over your cunt, and her chin glistens with your juices.
โyou wanna do that, or cum on my strap instead?โ
โstrap. i want you to put a baby in me.โ
a sharp bark of laugher fills your ears as sevika grins at you, all teeth and need.ย
โi can fuckinโ try. lap, now.โ
she pushes back a little from the desk, and you sit up on shaky arms. you slide from the desk back to standing, and then down onto sevikaโs lap again. the silicone of her strap rests on your stomach as she wraps her arm under yours to hold your back. you blindly reach for the lube that was somewhere on the desk, and neither you nor sevika register the flutter of paper as you find the bottle.ย
you apply a generous squirt to the tip, then spread it down the length. sevika watches you pump the dildo with those lazy silver eyes.
โwe gotta get one of those hexstraps. bet your hands would feel as good on me as they look.โ
that prospect gets filed away in your mind. right now, you want to ride sevika into next week. you give her your best puppy eyes, and she sighs and lets you rub your hands on her tits over her top to get rid of the sticky lube remains on your hands.
โgo on, princess. youโve earned it.โ
you mumble a very whiny โthank youโ as you adjust on her lap, lifting your hips and angling the dildo to rub against your folds. sevikaโs hand on your back moves down to your ass, encouraging you to sink down. you do, and your forehead meets the skin of where her shoulder meets her neck, as sevika finally stuffs your cunt.ย
it doesnโt take long for you to start taking what you want, rolling your hips and shifting up and down to fuck yourself on sevikaโs lap. your noises are muffled as you pant into her shoulder like youโre in heat. she doesnโt move, letting you set the pace. her hand simply moves up the curve of your rear as you lift, and then down again with you.ย
you keep this up for a while, but as good as this is, you need more. you need sevika to fuck you. you speak up, breathless already.
โvika, please.โ
โplease what? use your words.โ
โi need you to fuck me properly. please.โ
โthought youโd never ask.โ
and then your breath is punched from your lungs, because she snaps her hips up sharply, driving the blunt head of the strap against your walls in an angle that feels incredible. you quickly devolve into โfuck yesโ and โharderโ as your hands fist into her top. sevikaโs hand on your ass turns to control, driving your hips down harder for you to meet her thrusts.
the office is filled with the wet sounds of the strap pulling out of your creamy cunt, and the slap of skin on skin as youโre seated down on her strap over and over. sevikaโs mastery of your body is unparalleled, she hits the perfect spots inside you every time. itโs muscle memory for her.
your movements become uncoordinated as you get closer to orgasm. youโre really just humping sevika while she fucks up into you. she takes this as her sign to lean her head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. her pace never slows.
โyouโre so greedy for this fuckinโ strap. naughty little brat couldnโt wait for me to finish my work, huh?โ
you whine at sevika, the dirty talking not quite landing. brat taming is nothing foreign to you two, but right now this just isnโt doing it for you. you feel a little bad in the back of your head that youโre tearing her away from work. she knows your queues and noises like the back of your hand though, and immediately course corrects.
โitโs okay, pretty thing. youโre so good for me, always so good.โ
she pauses for a moment to readjust, moving her hand from your back. instead, she reaches for your face, pulling you out of the crook of her neck and making you look at her. her broad fingers squish into the warm flesh of your cheeks as she keeps bouncing you on her strap. your fingers migrate from her top to dig into the corded muscle of her shoulders. sevikaโs shoulders, but she doesnโt so much as grunt even as you hang on for dear life.
sevika holds you there, holding your jaw easily in her palm as she forces you to look at her. you hold eye contact despite how badly you want to let your eyes roll back.ย
her pace changes. slower but deeper, letting you feel each and every stroke of her strap.ย
โyouโre so fuckinโ perfect. fallinโ apart for me so pretty, waiting so desperately all day just for me to fuck you. โm the luckiest woman in all of zaun and piltover.โ
you try to protest, try to say โnuh uh, thatโs meโ but sevika purposely grinds her next thrust against your cervix in a way that isnโt bruising but still wipes your mind. youโre teetering on the edge, thoughts getting mixed up with the desperate need to cum.
โnnnuhโฆโ
she laughs at you, but itโs not mean. she changes her pattern again, ramping up until sheโs back to pounding you in earnest.
โpoor baby, too close to cumminโ to think straight. rub that clit for me, yeah?, wanna see you finish on my strap.โ
one of your hands shakily leaves her shoulder to find your cunt, rubbing tight little circles around your clit. sevika watches you touch yourself for half a second, before looking you in the eye again.ย
she draws your face closer to hers. your mouth is slack as your moans escape, and sevika takes it upon herself to kiss you in the filthiest way possible as your orgasm hits you.ย
you whimper into sevikaโs lips, the noise swallowed by her responding groan, and then her tongue. she licks into your mouth as she slows her hips. you come down from your high, your higher functions kicking back in and allowing you to kiss sevika back. you wrap your arms around her neck, fingers scratching at the baby hairs at her nape.
itโs slow, languid, perfect. when you pull away to breathe, youโre struck by just how beautiful sevika is. sheโs sweaty, short hair sticking to her forehead, chest heaving as she catches her breath.
you go to paw at sevikaโs thigh, fingertips slipping under the front of the harness. she got you off and you want to return the favour, but sheโs ever so gently taking your hand and moving it away from her cunt, holding it instead.
โnah, baby. as much as i wanna have your hands on me, this proposal ainโt gonna finish itself. you can feel me up when i come to bed.โ
your brain is blessedly clear now that youโve been satiated, and you nod and press chaste pecks to the side of sevikaโs face. sevika chuckles at you, letting you make your way to her mouth, where you meet in a kiss thatโs all love.
โlemme help you out of the strap, and then iโll let you finish this up. this was more than enough to tide me over until bedtime.โ
โi love you. anโ i meant it, youโre never a chore to me.โ
โi know. i love you too.โ
sevikaโs papers are a little crumpled as she makes her proposal to the council the next day, but mercifully, nobody asks why.
i need to start a blog to like all my transformers shit and post my fanfics for that too bc its cluttering this feed >< anyways idk when my next post will be but i hope you guys like this .... mwah mwah have an excellent june everypony !
omg hi im so sorry for basically dying i started my second degree while im doing placement and i have been SWAMPPPEEEDDDDDDDDD im so tired
this acc isnt abandoned just on hiatus :') i have crazy writers block for arcane rn bc the transformers brainworms got me
tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, dom ambessa, sub reader, inexperienced reader, age gap, boss/employee power dynamic, SIZE DIFFERENCE, shy + fem reader, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, toy usage, fingering, oral, vaginal and anal penetration, nipple clamps, buttplugs, large dildos, just like... kinky shit. LOLLLL. pretty sure i use she/her for reader in here, + afab anatomy (cunt, pussy, tits, clit) + feminine pet names for reader.
summary: ambessa has all of your firsts. tonight, she wants to add your first time being overstimulated to her list of conquests.
wc: 3.4k
a/n: i loved this request,,, drools.... i hope this is what you were after, lovely!
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being ambessaโs maid is as rewarding as it is demanding. the same can be said about being her lover.
youโd worked for general medarda for a year now. most people would be off put by being in her home at all, let alone as someone responsible for the upkeep. it was intimidating to be sure. ambessaโs a thorough woman, dragging her fingertip across surfaces to check for dust.
youโd nearly died when the first of these inspections had turned up a thick layer of grime on the pad of her index finger. between being brand new and unable to reach the helmet of a ceremonial display of armour, youโd foolishly completely forgotten to ask a taller staff member to help with cleaning the dome. ambessa had raised an eyebrow, and turned her piercing gaze onto you.
โexplain.โ
that tone. the type ambessa used when she was mad. youโd heard it directed at other staff, like the chef when he burns something or the guards when they slouch. itโs not loud. not yelling. just a gravitas that makes the recipient feel like they would prefer a fight with a pack of murk wolves rather than be reprimanded by her.
you swallow thickly, feeling like your throat has closed. you meekly speak up, trying not to let your voice crack.
โi canโtโฆ iโm too short to reach up there, ms. medarda.โ
whether it was your stuttering, the way your hands shook, or the fact that you were radiating an aura similar to that of a cornered rabbit, ambessa took pity. she simply flicked the dust away, eyes no less piercing but voice less stern.
โiโlll have someone fetch you a stool. do not let this happen again.โ
then, sheโs gone, and you feel like you can breathe again. youโd survived an encounter with ambessa after fucking up, and not many people came out of that alive and with their job intact. this felt like a win, and youโve thrown yourself one hundred percent into your work since, passing every one of the generalโs random checks.
in reality, while you were good at your job, you werenโt perfect. there were times where you missed a spot, forgot something small. ambessa, however, had found herself more focused on just how cute you were though. she was thoroughly amused by this pretty little maid, so hellbent on impressing her, enough so that she was willing to look the other way at a tiny mess.
ambessa had liked the way youโd trembled on that first day. normally, she enjoys being able to strike fear into the hearts of others. when youโd shyly explained your shortcomings to her though, she decided her ultimate goal was to make you tremble in completely different ways.ย
what a medarda wants, a medarda gets.
it starts small. a hand on your shoulder after you do an admittedly stellar job cleaning her luxurious marble tub.
โyouโve done well, maid.โย
the praise goes right to your head. you have to dampen your smile lest you look like an idiot in front of the general. you canโt keep the excitement out of your voice when you respond though, a tad overeager.
โthank you so much, maโam!โ
then it progresses to ambessa finding excuses to give you gifts, despite how unorthodox it is.
โthat lotion on the vanity is not to my tastes. do me a favour and take it with you.โ
you nearly go white. ambessaโs imported goods are of the highest quality, not cheap in any regard. you pick up the bottle, recognising it as some fancy brand from piltover.
โare you sure, ms. medarda?โ
โitโs some candied scent rather than my favoured citrus. itโs yours. donโt make me repeat myself.โ
you donโt say anything more, but you clasp the bottle tightly in your hands, eyes bright, like sheโs given you a gold bar.ย
itโs too easy, ambessa thinks, because she bought that cute pink bottle specifically because she knows how fond you are of sweet scents and foods.
eventually, she pushes harder, more obviously, on an evening where you're topping up her glass of wine.
โhere you go, ma'am.โ
โma'am makes me feel old. just call me ambessa.โ
your eyes widen, your mouth opens slightly, you feel your hands shake as you fight to maintain your grip on the bottle of red.
โthatโs not allowed.โ
you finally manage to get out, and ambessa laughs in response. it's not cruel, she's just thoroughly amused.
โiโm your employer, aren't i? i make the rules. i am allowing you to call me by name.โ
โ...as you wish, ambessa.โ
and her resulting smile is near predatory, eyes glinting with something you can't name as she hears the way you whisper her name with quiet submission.
this little game continues for a few months. ambessa is patient, but she also does not beat around the bush.ย
on a warm summer's evening, she demands you in particular to bring her the towel she โaccidentallyโ forgot. you do ask she asks, fine linen in hand, eyes averted as to not gaze upon her brazen nakedness.ย
ambessa is gazing at the mosaic on the wall, bare skin shiny with the water droplets still rolling down her form. she turns to look at you, eyes near gold in the light of the setting sun filtering through the windows.ย
your face is red, you're shifting side to side, holding out the towel for her to take. you peek, and she immediately catches you. when you look away, ambessa has enough.ย
her hand darts from her side to grip your jaw. her calloused palm holds your chin steady, lifting your face so you're forced to meet ambessa eye to eye.
โsurely you notice my advances, dear one. why then, do you still look away?โ
โit's just - it's not appropriate! iโm just a maid and you're the ambessa medarda, and-โ
in the middle of your rambling, you see ambessaโs eyes close, the way her nostrils flare as she exhales a deep breath. you think she's about to yell at you. instead, she mutters under her breath.
โhunters, grant me patience.โ
and then ambessa is crushing her mouth to yours, large hand dragging your face to meet hers. you're forced onto your tippy toes, her stature just so massive compared to yours.ย
ambessa can feel your inexperience in your kiss. she doesn't care that you obviously have no clue how to use your tongue or that you nearly bump your teeth into hers. she's captivated instead by your eagerness, the way you're so clearly trying to impress her, the soft ghost of your breath on her face as you try not to hyperventilate over kissing your boss.
when she pulls away, she huffs in amusement. your eyes are practically starry, lips swollen from how hard she kissed you, and your hands are drawn to your chest. your fingers flex, hands shaking, like you want to hold onto something but don't know what to grab.ย
ambessa takes pity on you, her hands reaching out, fingers wrapping around your wrists. she guides your hands up, placing them on her chest, encouraging you to cup her full, heavy tits. all the air escapes your lungs, your eyes flicking between her chest and her eyes.
your shaking hands. your lip, worried between your teeth as you bite it. your reverent gaze. all of it pleases ambessa greatly.
โyou would be wise to remember that i am in command. i decide what is appropriate. don't make me say it again, dove.โ
you suck in a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling body. your thumbs gently brush over ambessa's dark nipples, pebbled as her damp skin cools. your eyes lock onto the way goosebumps arise on her skin and the steady rise and fall of her chest.
all the while, ambessa is staring at you, like she's appraising something expensive. she must like what she sees, if the soft chuckle that escapes her is any indicator.
โgood. come.โ
her hand rests on your hip, and then she's turning you around, guiding you through the connecting door back to her private chambers.
the towel lays forgotten on the tile next to the tub.
ambessa takes your virginity half an hour later.ย
you're not clueless. noxus isn't exactly a nation of prudes. sex, war, the gladiatorial area; all of these are expressions of passion. you'd just never had the time to experience intimacy, working hard to cement a place in a city that demands power and usefulness.
to ambessa's credit, she's almost gentle that first time. she prepares you thoroughly, scissoring you open on her rough fingers and fucking you with her tongue until you can't tell if you're wetter from her spit or your own arousal. then, she splits you open on a strap that's far more modest than you would expect from such a woman.
she makes it abundantly clear though, that she's being merciful this one time. in future, she would not hesitate to get more rough, more mean, more selfish.
when you cry as you cum on her cock, your first orgasm at the hands of another, ambessa decides that she wants to see this time and time again.
slowly, she stops seeking out the other staff she fools around with. you've become ambessa's favourite, and while that doesn't stop you from having to work hard, it means you're rewarded with a more handsome paycheck and pleasure you previously couldn't comprehend.
ambessa is a conqueror. sex with you is no different. rather than crossing towns and strongholds off a map, it's like she's ticking off a checklist of sexual experiences to give you.
she trains you to eat her pussy just how she likes. ambessa gets off on the fact that on your first attempt, you have zero technique. it means you've never done this for another person, and she can teach you how to best pleasure her alone.ย
it becomes one of ambessa's favourite activities, having you drop to your knees while she reads, your pretty face absolutely dwarfed by her muscular thighs as you service her cunt.
she gives you your first anal experience too, another time she's been kinder. she spent hours easing you open slowly, helping you to relax as she coos praise in your ear until she's able to get her strap inside.
then, there comes ambessa's insatiable need to see you stuffed as full as humanly possible. you were correct on that first night; she much prefers a grander strap on. her favourite is an intimidatingly large cock made of dark red silicone, thick, veined, and the perfect size that it looks correct when she fits it into the harness. it stretches you out to the point you have a bulge in your stomach. ambessa gets a similar kick out of seeing you try to suck it, the toy bulging your throat as your eyes water around it.
the list goes on. bondage. edging. roleplay. ambessa gives you everything you didn't even know you wanted.
so when she strides into her chamber, a familiar gleam in her eye, you know you're in for a treat. you'd been waiting for ambessa on her gigantic bed, knowing she wanted you by the fact that your chore list was mysteriously cleared out for the evening.
โpet, iโd like to try something new.โ
โwhat are we doing?โ
โpatience. you'll see.โ
ambessa's already reaching under the bed, withdrawing the large black case that you'd come to associate with new experiences. she had a seemingly endless supply of toys and gadgets andโฆ things, and you have zero clue where she's procuring all of it.
out comes the familiar dark red silicone cock, and the harness custom made for ambessa's thick hips. this is followed by a bottle of lubricant, then a red rope, a golden anal plug, and finally, nipple clamps, each adorned with a ruby, and connected by a delicate golden chain.
none of these were new. what was new was the fact that all this gear was making an appearance at once. you tilt your head at ambessa as she closes the case and puts it away.
โi intend to push you to your limits tonight. do not be afraid to use the safeword. do you remember it?โ
โwolf.โ
โgood girl.โ
ambessa descends on you, deft hands pulling away the layers of your uniform, letting your apron, skirt, and top become a pile next to the bed. the little heap ends up decorated with your bra and panties like a cherry on top.
then, comes her methodical preparation for the session. your wrists are bound together with rope, held behind your back, tight enough to keep you still but keeping full circulation. ambessa slides the harness up her powerful legs- one of your favourite visuals, and attaches the dildo. the plug and clamps are left on the bedside table.
ambessa is calculated. she always starts the same, drizzling lube onto your already wet slit, and easing a thick finger into you, letting another join once you loosen slightly. today though, you're surprised when she begins with two, her ring and middle fingers pushing the slick gel and your own wetness back into your cunt.ย
you adjust quickly, ambessa's fingers are familiar by now. you're stretched properly when her index joins, breathing shallow as you adjust to the slight burn and the feeling of fullness.
ambessa pumps her fingers in and out, driving you close to an orgasm. the second you begin to clench around her however, she withdraws. you instinctively whine, and ambessa silences you with a sharp slap to your cunt.
โdon't be insolent, dove. you'll get your orgasms. suck.โ
the new command comes as she holds her glistening fingers up to your mouth, and you eagerly lick yourself off her digits.ย
ambessa hums, pleased, and retrieves the buttplug. it, and your asshole, are generously coated with more lubricant, and then she eases it gently inside.
it's not a large plug, but it's enough that you're very aware of it. it's enough that when ambessa's fingers plunge back inside your hole, you feel the sensations multiplied. every time your walls squeeze her, you squeeze the plug too.
you're brought to orgasm much faster this time between the previous denial and the plug. ambessa doesn't stop you this time though, grinding the heel of her palm into your clit.
โcum.โ
you do, soaking ambessa's fingers, hole tightening around her like you don't want her to ever pull out.ย
once your arched hips are back on the bed, she does withdraw. she sucks her own fingers clean herself this time, and is almost immediately on the move again while you catch your breath.
she slicks her strap, and quickly maneuvers your legs so she can fuck you in missionary. ambessa doesn't take her pace slow either, bottoming out in one fell swoop. then, she's thrusting, her skin meeting yours as she pumps every inch of the massive strap into you.
the air is forced from your lungs. you try to grip the sheets to ground you, but that proves difficult with your hands still bound under your back. you still feel beyond full, stuffed with plastic and metal, stretched around ambessa's will.
โlook at you, pet. you're a vision when you're full of me.โ
ambessa's hand presses to your stomach, fingertips feeling for where she can feel her strap as it moves in and out of your insides.
โambessa, your cock feelsโฆ ah, so goodโฆโ
โoh, you like how it feels? let me help you feel it more, then. you make such a pretty slut.โ
ambessa presses down on your stomach. not enough to hurt, but the pressure makes you feel everything that much more. every thrust makes you feel her strap, her hand, her plug.
your words fall apart as you get close to cumming again, having never had the time to fully come down from your first high.ย
ambessa knows this. your body is an instrument, and she is the maestro.ย
her pace quickens. her free hand comes to rub slow, gentle circles on your clit with her calloused thumbpad. then, with a harsh pinch to the sensitive bud and an order that ambessa nearly snarls, your second orgasm crashes into you.
she strokes your clit slowly as you ride out the pleasure, prolonging your orgasm. your eyes screw shut, and you pant for breath, mistakenly thinking the session over.ย
normally, ambessa wrings an orgasm or two from you, and instructs you to help her climax as many times as she wishes though.ย
but she wasn't joking about pushing you to your limits today, and your eyes snap open as you hear the gentle clink of chains.
โhuh?โ
โdonโt look so surprised, dove. i know you can give me another.โ
ambessa doesnโt pull out to grab the clamps. she instead just cranes over your body, pushing the strap impossibly deep, making you groan. her dark chuckle tells you sheโs doing it on purpose.
the clamps settle around your nipples, pinching them somewhere between pleasure and pain. you squirm, the sensations only heightening everything else going on. ambessa tugs on the delicate chain joining the clamps, smirking at the whimper pulled from you as she does so.
youโre not given much other chance to prepare. ambessa begins thrusting again, this time with deep, slow strokes that make the tip of her cock kiss your cervix. once again, you havenโt been allowed to fully recover from your orgasm, so everything feels intense beyond what you can handle.
โโbessa, i canโt-โ
โyou can. use your safeword if you really canโt take it.โ
you donโt utter the word. regardless of how overwhelmed you are, youโre enjoying this too much to back down.ย
sensing your submission, ambessaโs fingers return to your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles. sheโs almost cruel, and your hips buck, back arching, trying to get away and closer to the sensation all at once. your clit aches with overstimulation, but at the same time, it feels so good.
it hurts. your arms are slowly going numb, your nipples are pinched painfully tight, your clit aches, your cervix is definitely going to be bruised, and your eyes burn with the sting of tears.
itโs heaven. ambessa is so deep inside you, youโre so full of her, surrounded by her. every sensation hangs on the precipice of pain and pleasure. you feel something building, you think itโs an orgasm, but it feels different.
your first climax was a slow build. your second was hard and fast. this one was overstimulating, nearly painful, a build up thatโs more tense, more out of control. you feel your muscles spasming, and you panic.
โstop, stop! iโm gonna piss, you gotta stop, ambessa!โ
itโs like she doesnโt hear you, until you see the wicked curve of her grin, and you realise sheโd heard you just fine. she didnโt care. in fact, this only seemed to spur her on more. her fingers press harder, her hips press even deeper somehow. there isnโt a single thing that you can focus on that isnโt ambessa.
you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. your muscles spasm again, and then youโre gushing, leaking, squirting.ย
and ambessaโs eyes light up.
โthatโs my girl. sweet thing, what a mess you've made.โ
ambessa gestures to the sheets and you whimper, utterly embarrassed. she clicks her tongue.
โwhatโs the matter?โ
โi peed on your fancy bed!โ
โyou squirted, pet. itโs different. it means i did my job correctly.โ
you donโt really see how, but ambessa seems happy. she slowly pulls out, removes the plug, the clamps, the rope. she fetches the towel, and uses it to carefully wipe between your legs. the way she carefully avoids your overstimulated clit is almost tender. the blanket your release made wet is also thrown to the side, for someone else to deal with later. she handles all the cleanup while you lie boneless.ย
once finished, she settles into the bed beside you, drawing you to her chest, large arms wrapped tightly around you. youโd normally offer to service her, but youโre exhausted. ambessa doesnโt seem keen on letting you leave either.
so instead, you let yourself drift off, sweet nothings and endearments of โdear oneโ and โdoveโ echoing in your ear as sleep takes your tired but satisfied body.
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hi cutie! No rush at all I saw the updates I hope life is treating you better!
But I wanted to make sure my ambessa fic request didnโt make you uncomfortable or anything ?
hi cherub. ! im not sure which request is yours , i have like three ambessa requests sitting in my inbox rn ๐ตโ๐ซ
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tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, vampire sevika, talk of biting, blood, and the convenient death of some random npc for the plot. fingering, oral (r receiving), maybe bloodplay? no pronouns for reader, only pet name used is baby, afab anatomy (cunt/pussy) for reader.
summary: being sevika's personal blood bag has its perks.
wc: 1.4k
a/n: this was requested! anon i know you said all smut but i'm physically incapable of at least a teensy bit of plot. i hope this suffices though!
finding out sevika was a vampire had been the shock of your life.
she'd gotten caught up in a feed. she was just supposed to rough up silcoโs bookkeeper, a little punishment for skimming cash off the top. sevika hadn't fed in a while though, and the second she broke his nose and smelled blood, the man was a goner.
normally, her keen senses would have heard footsteps, felt the vibrations through the ground. this time, though, she was far too engaged in sucking every last drop of blood from the corpse, and didn't realise you were there until it's too late.
โ...sevika?โ
your voice is small, terrified, and sevika's head snaps up. she sees the fear in your eyes- she can smell it too. she knows how this looks. hunched over on the cold concrete behind the last drop, a man lifeless in her hands, blood everywhere. his neck. his face. her chin. staining her teeth. there's no denying what you've seen.
sevika sighs. she'd liked you. you were a nice bartender, always topping off her whiskey without making her pay the house. free booze isn't enough to risk you blabbing though.
youโre frozen, unable to run, eyes wide and fear rolling off you in waves. sevika stands.ย stalks over to you. stepping forward, almost soundless. she stands before you, eyes narrowed, bloodied hand cupping your cheek.ย
itโs something like mercy, like kindness. an apology for what she has to do.ย
then, sevikaโs tilting your face to the side, exposing your neck, and sinking her fangs into your jugular. your blood, warm and fresh and so much sweeter than the bookkeeperโs floods her throat. she drinks, feeling your body go slack.
sheโs not sure why she stops. she really could kill you. but then she might never have blood this sweet again. sevika pulls away, hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. she moves your head so your lidded eyes meet hers.
โyouโre gonna be my blood bag, and youโre not gonna tell a fuckinโ soul. no one would believe you, but if you even dare try to rat me out, iโll drain your pretty veins dry.โ
she doesnโt even ask if you understand. thereโs no other option but to listen. you nod. sevikaโs lip curls.
you both get cleaned up. sevika disposes of the corpse. then, sheโs marching you into silcoโs office, arms folded, air of casualty around her like she didnโt just murder a man. like she isnโt a vampire.
โbookie ran off. lucky our lil bartender has a head for numbers, eh?โ
you donโt, but sevika wants to keep an eye on you, so you smile weakly at silco and crack a joke about being a human calculator.ย
nobody laughs.ย
your life quickly changes. you learn to be good with money and numbers, because your life depends on it. it pays better than being a bartender, so youโre able to buy nicer things, take care of yourself better. but the big change is once a week, sevika walks you home after your shift, sits on your couch, and sates her hunger.ย
itโs kind of her, really. sevika doesnโt have to make sure youโre safe at home when youโre weak from losing blood, but she does. you keep your mouth shut. some sick little part of you starts looking forward to the weekly feeds.ย
sevika always gets these glazed, heavy-lidded eyes when she tastes your blood. she always sucks at your neck or your wrist with a lazy energy like she has all the time in the world. as your head spins, she braces you with those strong hands of hers. maybe itโs just to keep you still while she feeds, but it makes your heart flutter all the same.
โฆor maybe thatโs the blood loss.ย
thatโs how you end up here.
on your couch, like always. it had been a long day. youโd found an inconsistency in the numbers, leading to a whole manhunt for one of the shimmer production managers whoโd been stealing shimmer and selling it himself, but reporting it sold as if silco had made the money. sevika had dealt with him. youโd both had to stay late. sevika flops next to you, weighing down her side of the cushions with her mass.
she sighs deep. you already know what to do.
โhungry?โ
you offer, and when sevika nods, you lift your wrist up. an offering. her mechanical fingers wrap around your palm, pulling your arm towards her mouth. sevika inhales deeply as your blood thrums in your wrist.
โyou always smell so good.โ
you can feel your face heating up, the same way you would if someone complimented your looks. you donโt verbally respond, but you close your fingers into a fist, bringing your veins closer to the surface. sevikaโs lips tick up into a smirk, just before she bares her fangs, and pierces your wrist.
it always stings. itโs not pleasant to be bitten. itโs like two big needles poking into you. it also feels cold, icy, radiating into your blood. then, a numbness settles over the area, followed by the slow descent into lightheadedness as you lose blood. but watching sevikaโs facial expressions made it all worth it.
sheโs messy today. greedy. she must be stressed, because sheโs not keeping up with the flow of blood. it runs down your wrist in rivulets, towards your elbow. sevikaโs sharp eyes take notice, and without thinking, she withdraws from your wrist, and licks all the way up your forearm, lapping up a stream of blood, never breaking eye contact.
watching sevika has always been your treat. but today, for some reason, your cunt throbs at how feral she looks as her tongue removes the sanguine from your skin.ย
sevika ends up back at your wrist. your heart pounds. and sevika knows why.
she pulls her face back, but never lets go of your hand. instead, she guides you down to lay on the couch. she settles over you, fingers in your waistband.
โyou want this?โ
โyes.โ
your answer comes with zero hesitation.
then, sevika hooks her fingers, dragging anything blocking her access down your legs to be discarded on the floor. her hand leaves yours so she can use both palms to spread your thighs open for her.ย
โshit, youโre dripping. you're such a freak, getting off on me bitin' you.โ
sevika mumbles. it would be a taunt, if you couldn't tell she was just as aroused by the concept of you enjoying her bites so much. her flesh fingertips pass through your folds, collecting your wetness. you suck in a deep breath, and the resulting chuckle from sevika is smug. she rubs your slit slowly from entrance to clit a few times, before pushing a finger inside you, pumping slowly.
โsevika-โ
you canโt get anything else out, because a second finger joins shortly after, scissoring you open. you quickly dissolve into soft moans accompanied by the arching of your hips. her fingers are so thick, filling you completely.ย
your blood is pumping, heart racing, and sevika canโt stop herself from nipping at your neck, drawing just a little more blood.
the pain, the pleasure, the fact that itโs sevika doing this to you quickly works you up to an orgasm.
โyeah baby, jusโ like that.โ
sevika croons in your ear as you clench around her fingers. once you come down from the high, sheโs withdrawing her fingers with a slick noise, and sucks them into her mouth without hesitation.ย
the way sevikaโs gaze changes catches you off guard, because she somehow looks more feral than when she tastes your blood. you donโt have the time to react before sevika is shifting, grabbing your calves, putting them over her shoulders. then, her hands are on your ass, and your hips are lifted up to her mouth.
sevika is greedy like this too, because thereโs no preamble. no easing into it. her mouth is immediately on your cunt, lapping at you like sheโs starving, the same way she drinks your blood.
โeven sweeter here. shoulda done this forever ago.โ
sevika nearly growls the words, and then she sucks your clit into her mouth, and you forget how to breathe. so she does it again. and again. and again.ย
she doesnโt stop until youโve given her all you can. between the blood loss and the overstimulation, you pass out. you normally do after sevikaโs visits, so sheโs impressed you even managed to stay awake this long.ย
sevika pulls away, cleans up both your poor cunt and her bitemarks, and rearanges you on the couch so your head is on her lap.ย
she lets you rest. she doesnโt leave like she normally does.
sheโs protecting her blood bag. thatโs what sevika tells herself. still, there is something fond in the way her hand gently runs through your hair as you sleep.
crazy lesbian vampire sex wahoo ! im alive yall i promise , i still have more classes this week but id feel horrible if i went any longer without putting smth out . ty all for 300 followers btw ! ily all cherubs i hope u enjoyed reading !
Hi!!! Good luck with uni and the new antidepressants!!! Don't push yourself to finish all these fics immediately!!
Hope you're doing a bit better now
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AWHHHH this is so so so sweet !! youre so kind ty cherub :( thank you for the well wishes !!!
im vvv excited to start my uni trimester ! i have my first lecture in literally 10 mins and i have some rlly interesting subjects like working w children and culturally responsive counselling with first nations australians !
thank you so much for the kind words ! this is the pick me up i needed <3 i hope you have a brilliant day today lovely !!
hi again gamers ! just keeping yall posted but i just got put on a brand new antidepressant a couple days ago and the side effects have me FUCKED UP and uni starts again tomorrow !! im still alive and im so sorry i havent posted in nearly a week . i will put stuff out in the next day or two i promise sob... at least 2 requests that i rlly vibe with and then i will finally make myself write cry wolf part 2 . and then the gangbang fic . thats the goals for this week !
Hi! I just found your account and Iโm absolutely binging all your Sevika fics and putting off everything else I should be doing before work. I have no idea if youโre already planning this or if the information is already in your blog so forgive me but is there any chance youโll continue blue collar Sevika??
hi cherub , ty for your ask !!
im really not sure . i cant think of anywhere it would go , any new sex to put in , any plot ? i think im leaving that one there since its such a big piece !
there will be more mtf sevika fics in future ! and im not going to say a hard no to a part two bc i might get inspiration but as of right now , there's no plans :)
im so glad youre liking my writing though ! and i hope you have a lovely time at work
hi lovelies ! sorry for not putting anything out in a couple days ... ive been rlly sick and have a doctors appointment tomorrow :') ill try to have smth out in the next 24 hours <3
hi cherub ! i dont plan on a continuation for that specific brothel worker small reader BUT i did get a really lovely prompt in my inbox about ambessa x a small maid reader w some overstim that ill put out in a day or two <3
guys is there a market for a gangbang fic where ur sevikas gf and all her friends ( ambessa ran vi cait mel ) wanna run a train on you while she watches and then yall make it happen and then sevika fucks u at the end too .
this has been bouncing in my head for like a week ..,., ayesha eroticas new album has me in a chokehold dawg . i wanna fuck sevikas gang fr .......
tags/warnings: fluff, headcanons, drug usage (shimmer) mentions but reader doesn't take any, implied sex exactly once, feminine pet names for reader, raver reader based on 'rave moms' who help others at events :)
summary: hcs of sevika w a raver reader!! inspired by s3rls classic 'pretty rave girl'
wc: 1.4k
------------------ this work is sfw , but my blog is still 18+ ! ------------------
โน sevika who initially hates rave nights at the last drop. silco finds the untapped market of people who take drugs and listen to loud music while tripping, and figures they'd be perfect to market shimmer to. he puts jinx in charge of the music and decor for one night a week, and the building shakes with hardcore bass.
โน sevika who hates the way that the noise vibrates everything in the last drop. she hates the lights too, bright enough that she swears they cut her eyes. the bodies? don't even get her started. packed on the dance floor like sardines, two people per barstool. sheโs brilliant under pressure of course, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get claustrophobic.
โน sevika who tries her hardest to worm her way out of being there on rave night, and silco doesn't let her.
โour business is selling shimmer. so get down there and sell.โ
his tone leaves no room for argument. sevika grunts. not a โyes bossโ. not anything approving. just a noise of acknowledgement. silco's got other goons to do this crap, so she loathes the fact that he's decided that sheโs the only one who can do this.
โน sevika who sticks to the dark corners of the room, away from the dance floor, her face gently lit instead by the glow of dozens of vials of shimmer in a crate beside her. every time a raver comes up to her to make a purchase, panting like a dog from jumping up and down with eyes wide from some other intoxicant, she rolls her eyes. she takes their money, watches them chug the violet tube of euphoria, sees their irises shift hue.ย
โน sevika who finds it stupid. shimmer is supposed to make the weak feel powerful and to push the strong to truly dominateโฆ but all these ravers just take it to hallucinate and dance the night away. it makes her take more notice of the ones who don't partake.
โน sevika who's eye often circles back to you. you're this pretty thing who comes in alone but spends the whole time with other people. youโre always in these skimpy little outfits that glitter under the neon, a bag on each hip strapped to your belt. she watches as you seem to have an endless supply of water bottles and little towels and glow sticks. you're always stone cold sober, and half the time you're taking care of others, and yet you seem to be having the most fun.
โน sevika who starts literally being unable to look away from you. the way you dance, the way you smile, the way you exist. the sweat sheen on your skin, and how it only seems to make you shine more. the clearly homemade beaded bracelets nearly up to your right elbow, handed out to others throughout the night until it's nearly bare. your demeanor, because you're never bugged by people approaching you the way sevika is.
โน sevika who barely doesn't recognise you the first time you come to the last drop on a different night of the week. less sparkly, but no less bright. she catches that smile as you order a drink, and decides to approach you. on rave nights, you were like some untouchable star. right now though, she can actually imagine having a conversation with you. so she does.
โน sevika who's floored by just how much more attracted she is to you by night's end. you talk about how you've decided to have a night for yourself to indulge in a drink, how much you've come to genuinely love the establishment. she asks how you can come to rave night knowing you'd spend so much of it in service of others.
โi dunno. it's just part of the fun. there's something really satisfying about knowing that you've touched lives even if it's in some small way. maybe that's silly.โ
she doesn't think it's silly. all her life, she's been an enforcer for the will of others. some people are just excellent at behind-the-scenes work. there's a kinship there, the work for the benefit of zaun's people, even if the contexts were different.
โน sevika who starts to enjoy rave nights, because you start spending time talking to her in the dark corners, lighting up the space with your neon decorations. you're not there all night, but a decent amount of hours are spent chatting, talking over the obnoxious EDM jinx puts on. a rhythm begins, almost a partnership, where partygoers would buy their shimmer, but also be sent off with water and a bracelet from you.
โน sevika who knows she's fallen for you when she asks about your little beaded bracelets one night.
โwhat's the deal?โ
she'd said simply, eyes flicking to your decorated wrists. you shake your arm, making the jewelry clack. it's early in the night so you still have most of them, always on your right arm.
โlemme show you. hand?โ
she doesn't trust people easily, and she's not about to make herself vulnerable if she doesn't have to. she lifts her left hand up, her mech arm a form of protection. you don't seem bothered.
โfollow my lead! peace!โ
you hold up a peace sign. she does the same. you press your fingertips to hers, unbothered by the claws.
โlove!โ
your hand changes into half a heart. she gives you a withering look. you clear your throat.
โlove.โ
stern, this time. she relents, finding it ridiculous, but she also likes the sight of your smaller hand next to hers, the heart shape uneven from the difference in your size.
โunity!โ
your hand is straight out, like you wave a high five. she copies, and you press your palm to hers. you're warm, solid, alive, completely unphased by her unfeeling hand.
โandddd respect!โ
you lace your fingers with hers. her fingers twitch imperceptibly, eyes widened a fraction. you squeeze her hand, a gentle prompt, or a comfort. she lets her fingers curl against yours, a lattice of metal and flesh.ย
you use your free hand to tug a bracelet off your wrist, beads clacking against the metal of her hand as you pass it from your wrist to hers, your joined hands a bridge.
she stares for a long while. you're almost concerned. she hasn't let go of your hand.
โhey, you okay?โ
you can see the exact instant she sharpens again, makes her choice. she tugs you in range using your joined grip, flesh hand sliding up the side of your neck to cradle your face.
a beat passes. she looks you in the eyes. you don't pull away, but the corners of your mouth start to lift in that radiant smile, knowing and sweet. she kisses you. you kiss back.
โน sevika who never polices your rave outfits once you're together. why would she? you look so good in them, and she can fight. anyone who touches, or janna forbid shames her pretty rave girl is dealt with swiftly and without mercy. it's like having a bouncer specifically for you.
โน sevika who notices one night that your normally multicoloured glowing accessories are being swapped out for one shade of purple. when she asks, you sheepishly admit it's because itโs the exact shade of shimmer, like the kind she deals and glows with when she drags someone away from you by the scruff. you're fucking wearing her colour.ย
you're not in that outfit for much longer, and you're both subsequently an hour late to rave night.
โน sevika who sees you talking to jinx one night after the last drop closes while you're waiting to go home with your girlfriend. you're taking all of her eccentricities well, just talking to her like you would anyone else. jinx is absolutely delighted by you when you give her your last bracelet of the night.
โaw, you're soooo cute! i see why the ogre is in love with ya!โ
she hadnโt told you yet. jinx wasnโt even supposed to know, but sheโd badgered her about her feelings until she relented. she could throttle her for spilling the beans, about to cross the floor to put a stop to the conversation, until she hears your soft response.
โi love her too.โ
โน sevika who barely takes that bracelet you gave her off her wrist. she puts it in her pocket before dirty work or a fight, just to make sure it doesnโt get bloody or broken. once her work is done, itโs right back on. anyone whoโs ever given her shit about it ends up with a dislocated jaw.
โน sevika who calls you sweetheart. baby. doll. princess. sevika who also calls you her little light, her star, her pretty rave girl.
dreamy sigh .. .sevika i love u ... thank u for reading cherubs ! <3
