hello! i'm angel, i'm 25, and i'm obsessed with sevika and finally decided to make a blog about it.
men, minors, ageless blogs, terfs, zionists, racists, and haters get blocked
come talk to me about sev! she's all i ever think about anyways. send requests or thoughts if you'd like, and check out my ao3! it's linked in my description :)
below is my taglist, masterlists, and link to my kofi! if you'd like to be added to the taglist, comment on the post or shoot me an ask!
hello! i'm all caught up on requests so now i'm starting a taglist! if you'd like to be updated for any sevika blurbs or requests or fics i
hi babies <3 here's my masterlist! i'll try to keep this as up to date as possible!
sevika and her chihuahua
cockwarming sev while she wor
so apparently u can only imbed 100 links per post, so here's my second masterlist haha!
slow living with sev
helping sevika workout
distr
little fucker's prom :)
sev and club mom reader
cowboy sev meets cait's parents
little fucker's first heartbreak :(
club mom and sev fir
holy shit?!
ceo sev having a wet dream about you 💼
adhd reader
sevika helping black reader do her hair
bottom masc reader (sev breaks th
LMAO can u believe!?!?
werecat cuddles
sevika comforting u when u get bloodwork
riding plug sevika in her car 🍃
seeing sev without eyema
u and sev take isha and jinx to the theme park 🐇
sevika struggling to say i love you
sometimes isha talks 🐇
punisher song-fic
transfem r
hi loves!!! i started a kofi, which you should feel NO obligation to donate to, but if you'd ever like to show some appreciation for my writ
key for the emojis!
👶: little fucker/pregnancy fic
🐕: slayer fic
🦇: black vampire reader fic
🤠: cowboy sevika fic
💼: ceo amab sevika fic
💐: slow living fic
👑: royalty fic
⚔: ran, sevika, and reader fic
🍃: plug sevika fic
😾: werecat sevika fic
🐇: isha fic
🪳: roach 'verse fic
🪩: club mom reader fic
🖇️: baby butches fic
🏫: zaun highschool teachers fic
🚑: paramedic sevika fic
*once i write 5+ requests for a certain topic/au, i'll assign it it's own emoji, so it's easy to keep track of the full story :)
do you think that sevika and her wife ever flirt a little with the younger dykes at the bar just for funsies.. like they're just so fun to fluster and it's not like we'll be taking them home. but maybe we'll buy them a few drinks and give them a story to tell their friends
FUCK YEAH I DO
men and minors dni
since the beginning of your relationship, you and sevika have joked that ran's your alternative. if one of you ever dies, you've got ran on the backburner to step in. ran always laughs when this comes up. "i'd be fuckin' crazy to marry one of you."
they're attractive, respectful, funny, communicative, and best of all: after a drink or two they're incredibly easy to fluster. one of you and sevika's favorite games is to count how many times you can make ran blush in a night.
it's fun to fluster them. it's fun to pull your wife in for a kiss-- a little sloppier than polite-- and pull away to catch ran quickly tearing their eyes away. sevika claims ran's her baby butch-- that she's taken them under her wing. she calls ran 'sport' and 'champ' and other butchy nicnkames, and you watch in delight as ran turns bright red and starts flipping the pair of you off.
and, on one or two occasions, you've invited ran to bed with the two of you.
each time instead of a threesome, it ended up being a friendly competition between you and sevika to see who could make ran cum more.
it was a great time for all three of you, but it made it pretty clear to you and your wife that you're both too possessive to share each other with someone else.
but making a third party flustered together? yeah... that seems to really get the two of you going.
so, from time to time, the pair of you'll get dressed up and you'll go to one of the dyke nights at your local gay bar. you'll dance and drink for a while, kissing occasionally in your little corner, just enjoying the time together.
and then... maybe there'll be a lonely dyke at the bar. or they're standing awkwardly in a corner, young and unsure of themselves. or she's being loudly talked over in a group conversation.
sevika will pout a little watching whoever it is, and you'll giggle as you tug her behind you to go make friends.
"so, gert, what's a beautiful young lady like yourself doing here alone?" you ask.
the girl sputters on the drink sevika just bought her. beside you, sevika chuckles a little.
"uh-- i--"
"ignore her, she's such a flirt." sevika cuts in, chastising you. you roll your eyes and lean back against her chest. "what do you do for work, gert?"
"i-i'm a dj. and a barback. and a barista, sometimes."
"a multi-talented woman. impressive." your wife purrs. gert gulps. you grin.
"y'know, we know a few bar owners who are always looking for new talent to showcase. you ever heard of the last drop? gay owned, they treat their workers really kindly--" you trail off as sevika passes a post it note with silco's information scrawled onto it.
"that's the owner. call him tomorrow at ten and tell him sevika recommended you. that is, if you want another gig..." she says.
gert blinks down at the post-it in shock. "the last drop's huge." she whispers.
"don't let silco know you've heard of 'em, it'll only inflate his ego." you say with a giggle. sevika snorts and kisses your cheek. gert's eyes dart between the two of you.
"is... is there... a catch?" she asks.
you and your wife burst into laughter. "oh, janna, no!" you laugh. "no, honey, we were just gonna buy you a drink a flirt a little-- the dj hookup is really just a lucky coincidence."
"oh. so i don't have to go home with the two of you to thank you?" she asks, sounding a little disappointed.
sevika cackles before speaking. "i'm afraid not, doll. don't sweat it, though, you're adorable. you'll find someone to take you home in no time."
gert gives you both a genuine hug before you decide to call it a night, trailing out into the night with your wife wrapped around you, both of you drunk and giggling as you walk home.
"she was so fucking cute." sevika laughs.
"fuck, she was. she wanted you real bad." you say.
"she wanted both of us, baby. can't blame her though."
you burst into laughter, before pulling sevika in for a nasty, sloppy kiss. "i really can't." you agree.
(two months later, gert's djing at the last drop when mylo, her new boyfriend, introduces her to his aunts. gert almost passes out as she tries to find a way to explain to mylo how, exactly, the three of you have met before.)
Today I’m thinking about Black families whose ancestors built this country. Indigenous communities who were here before it. Immigrants who crossed oceans and borders believing in its promise. And everyone still waiting to feel safe, seen, and free.
Puuuleeeaaassseee can we get more dealersevikaxhyperfemme stoner reader!! Like imagine because of Sevika’s reputation they’de expect her to be with someone a little more grunge but then they see reader in all their hyper-femme bubblegum princess glory and everyone is SHOOK but Sevikas just like “what” 🤷🏾♀️
okay cute cute cute
men and minor dni
sevika likes to take you on her nightly deliveries.
it's nice. you get to play passenger princess, reclined in the seat beside her, bundled up in blankets and eating your snacks. she lets you play your music, occasionally singing along to songs she recognizes. sometimes you navigate for her if you've got a delivery far out of town, and sometimes you count money and weigh flower for her. mostly, though, you're just there to look pretty and keep her company. when she's done, she always buys you dinner. sometimes it's something nice and fancy at a sit down place, sometimes it's just drive through burgers and fries.
you love it. you love her. you love watching her drive, a concentrated little furrow in her brow. you love watching her chat to customers, the way she gets along with almost everyone even when she insists she's anti-social. mostly, you just like being with her, holding her hand over the center console and giggling at the stupid jokes she makes.
what you don't love is constantly having to explain who you are to her new customers.
nobody seems to believe you. people hear sevika's got a girlfriend, and they start expecting someone like her. someone with a wallet chain and holes in their old jeans. they don't expect the glittering, fuzzy pink aura you seem to give off. they're often pretty shocked.
"yo, sevika! thank you for comin' all the way out dude, i was runnin' way too low and all the dispos in town are closed this late. how much do i owe ya--" the man's voice fades as he jumps into the backseat, getting a good look at you. he chuckles. "who's the princess?"
you roll your eyes. sevika hums as she weighs out the flower. "'s my girl. you've heard me talk about her before, right?"
the man in the backseat blinks a few times, his eyes darting between you and your girlfriend. "...really?" he asks. you sigh.
sevika, none the wiser, lets a small smile take over her features. "yeah. what's it been babe, almost three years now?" she asks.
you can't help but smile, despite your annoyance. "yeah, baby." you say.
sevika's smile grows, and she ties the little baggie full of weed in a knot. "my wife, someday." she teases.
you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and smacking her shoulder. "shut up."
"'s true." she says with a sweet smile.
you've completely forgotten your company in the backseat by now, too distracted by her sweet talking. before you can rembember your audience, you lean across the console, grab sevika's jaw, and plant a wet, glossy kiss on her lips. when you pull away, sevika's smiling like she's just won the lottery.
"tastes like marshmallow." she giggles, licking your gloss off her lips. you snort.
"'s a new flavor. that sparkly pink one you bought me yesterday."
"mmm. i like it. you should make it a regular."
"huh." you both jump a bit as the man in the backseat speaks up. he's still studying the pair of you, but his confusion has faded. "y'know, i always pictured your girlfriend to be..." he waves his hand a bit, like he's looking for the word. "tougher."
sevika frowns, and turns her attention. "tougher?"
"yeah, y'know. maybe a little emo. lots of eyeliner. some piercings or tattoos or something. like you, y'know?" you snort a bit. sevika's certainly not emo, but you'll definitely be teasing her about that for a while. she does love her eyeliner.
"hey. my girl's plenty tough--" sevika starts.
"well yeah, but she looks like a cupcake." you huff and cross your arms. you aren't even that dressed up tonight! it's just a bedazzled pink tracksuit... okay. you see his point.
"do you have an issue with that?" sevika asks. the man in the back waves his hands up.
"no! no, no! not at all! it's-- it's just unexpected. 's kinda cute, actually. you guys make a cute couple." he says. "like, opposites attract, and all that."
sevika studies him for a minute, before looking over at you. her gaze softens as she studies you, and finally, she throws the baggie in the back. "that's eighty."
the man fumbles for his wallet. "h-here. didn't mean no offense, really." he says, handing the money over. sevika hums.
"see you next time." she says. the man takes the dismissal for what it is, and runs out of the car.
for a moment, it's silent. then sevika huffs. "are we really that different?" she asks you. you giggle a little.
"i mean..."
"okay, okay, i get it. but i hate gettin' shit like that. i know we look different, but you're still mine. hate having to explain that shit to people like it's not obvious."
you smile. "i think it's pretty obvious. just gotta give 'em a minute to get over the shock."
"but is it so shocking?" sevika whines. "i think we make perfect fucking sense."
"you do?"
"yeah. you're the princess, i'm your prince."
you grin. that's one of the sweetest things sevika's ever said to you. "my knight in shining fuckin' armor, baby." you say.
sevika finally smiles, putting the car in drive. "c'mon, your highness. let's get outta here. you wanna get some burritos and smoke up in the park?"
you lean over the console and kiss her cheek, admiring the sticky pink stain it leaves behind. "sounds like heaven, baby."
HEY angel! I’m the anon that requested that fic about millionaire Sevika meeting reader’s crazy fam at a bbq lol 😭 But nvm that, I wanted to say even tho I’m a baby femme your baby butch Sevika series makes my heart melt and honestly gives me hope that I’ll be more comfortable with my identity someday. I LOVE being queer and have known I’m queer for years but there’s so much for me to experience, especially as a femme since I just found that part of myself. Your series makes me feel like maybe I will one day find someone who’ll take it slow with me, and one day Ill be so much more confident with my queerness, especially relationship wise. Anyways sorry for the long message but I just wanted to give my blessings and appreciation! Also I was wondering if my anon name can be 🎀!
MUCH LOVE ALWAYS
this is sooooo sweet omg!! the baby butches series is so healing for me to write for the exact same reason ehehe i'm so glad it gives you the comfort and assurance it gives me too <333 i love those little gay gremlins. and of course!! that's such a cute emoji hehehe