dykepup

lesbian 19 he/she femme

[dykewglasses]

intro

new account! cismen, bigots and minors dni

im a nonbinary lesboy femme who goes by she/he/they and im a switch femme4all puppy

i have adhd and jump through diff fandoms, like arcane, mlp etc. im mostly here to be gay with my weird gender with other dykes :3

pls feel free to dm and ask !!!

[dykewglasses]

sevika is just a soft wolf of a woman, she just wants a cuddle

[bambiluu]

⊹ . ݁ FORBIDDEN! ── .✦ RUGBY PLAYER!VI

゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ RUGBY PLAYER!VI X COACH'S DAUGHTER HEADCANONS + SNIPPETS ── .✦ COLLEGE SETTING // many students return home or go to their dorms after classes end, but not you. you're the coach's daughter, and that means having to wait for his practices to be over to finally get home and rest your feet. it's not so bad, honestly, not when you get to see and hear sweaty women crash against each other and fight for a win. your favorite isn't just a player on the field, though, and your father's made it pretty crystal clear not to so much as breathe in vi's direction.

but who's to say he has to know?

ᝰ.ᐟ tags; headcanons + snippets, college / modern setting, forbidden relationships, fingering, locker room sex, teasing, sexting, oral sex (r!receiving), player!vi, tribbing, breast/nipple play

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rugby player!vi who your father explicitly tells to stay away from you. he might not go to the parties the students attend, but he’s no idiot, and he’s had the unfortunate luck to stumble into the locker rooms to lock the place up and find vi with her hand up a cheerleader’s skirt. she’s a player in and out of the field, and everybody knows it.

rugby player!vi who totally ignores what her coach says. she listens to him regarding moves and plays, not her love life. she finds you cute— always seated at the bleachers, reading and finishing your little notes. when she catches you looking, she likes to make a show of wiping the sweat off her forehead with her jersey to expose those ridiculous abs of hers.

“you know,” vi drawls as she leans her side against the fence. she’s drenched in sweat, but cares not for wiping it off her face. “you’re the first who’s stayed and watched me for five consecutive days. i think you’ve got a crush on me.”

“keep dreaming, vi,” you scoff, pointing a thumb your father’s way. “i’ve got no choice but to be here, and you’ll be benched if you keep talking to me.”

“worth the shot,” she shrugs. vi reaches over, snatching your pen and notebook to scribble down on it. her handwriting’s surprisingly neat once she hands it back, but there’s nothing but a series of numbers and a little heart. “text me, yeah? don’t wanna risk my neck every time i talk to you in public.”

such cockiness. yet, you save her number into your contacts.

rugby player!vi whom you later do send a message to. an innocent, little ‘hey’. she doesn’t ask who it is— vi just knows. the conversation starts off innocent enough… up until vi suggests playing a game of truth or dare. you’d think truth would save you from any embarrassing dares, but her questions are far, far from innocent.

‘what do you think about when you touch yourself?’

‘weirdest kinks?’

‘lets voicecall sometime ;)’

honestly, it makes you curious just what makes her so full of herself. you’ve heard about her around campus, of course, but is she really as good as the other girls say?

you try to get vi back by daring her to snap a pic of herself. you expect a mirror pic. maybe one with her arms flexed and biceps bulging. you don’t expect a selfie from the neck down, hand and forearm doing a shit job at covering her pierced nips.

rugby player!vi who eventually takes you on a date. a real one. she isn’t able to pick you up at your house, of course, but hey— she takes you out to see a horror movie, then drags you both to a fancy enough diner that doesn’t just serve greasy shit. she pays for everything, though still teases her way into getting a kiss by the end of it.

“enjoyed yourself?” vi asks, leaning the driver’s seat back. she doesn’t pat her thighs, but she does make a show of spreading her legs to make room for you.

you’d be angry at her if you didn’t know what you were getting into. but you do. if you weren’t interested at all, then you wouldn’t have even saved her number, and you certainly wouldn’t have reacted with a heart emoji to her titty pic.

“movie was shit,” you shrug, kicking your shoes off to comfortably crawl over the armrest and settle yourself on vi’s lap. she grunts with a grin, splaying her palms over your hips. “dinner was good enough. a shame you didn’t let me get dessert.”

“didn’t i?” vi pouts, head tilting. “you’re sitting right on it.”

she’s so, so corny— you’d puke if she didn’t have the looks to make up for it. but vi does, and the way her mouth works over yours once you two kiss is clearly good for more than just cheesy flirting. but unlike every story you’ve heard about going out on a date with vi, you don’t fuck. her hand hadn’t even made it under your shirt, even.

rugby player!vi who begins inviting you to the parties she hosts. they’re not messy, but they are huge. vi, however, keeps you tucked to her side all the time. many tease her about how her head’s not between a girl’s legs halfway into the evening, but she ignores them. she doesn’t get drunk, but she does get tipsy.

she’s got you backed up against the wall in some hallway. her hair tickles your chin as she peppers kisses over your throat, hands squeezing down your sides.

“vi!” a yelp of her name escapes you when she squeezes your backside, and you smack her arm with a laugh.

“what?” you can feel the grin on her lips as she hums against your neck, and she works her way back up to your face with more kisses. “you look pretty tonight, sweetheart.”

“that’s what you tell every girl.”

“no, i don’t.”

rugby player!vi whom you begin to date in secret. the campus knows, of course. but your father doesn’t. he doesn’t find it weird how you’re suddenly there for every game. vi has to fight back from trotting where you’re at on the bleachers after she wins every game, but you two end up celebrating in secret later on.

rugby player!vi who fucks you in the locker rooms. after everyone leaves, she drags you inside and presses you up against the wall. she’s sweaty— the jersey you take off lands with a wet splat on the concrete floor. she does the same for your sweater and bra, and after her own sports bra follows, your breasts press together as she brings you two into a kiss.

“fuck, baby,” vi groans as she shoves a hand down your jeans after unbuttoning them, cupping your mound to palm your sex over the thin, damp fabric. “you this wet over watching me play? scream at the other players?”

“uh-huh…”

of course you are. watching her crash against other players with grunts, seeing every flex of her thighs as she rolled in the grass… there’s nothing more attractive than seeing her in that state. when she loses, she needs release. thankfully for you, her team’s lost tonight’s match.

your hands settle on vi’s shoulders with a whine as she slides a finger into your dripping cunt, and she swallows the sound by slotting her lips against yours. she works you open with her fingers— so very loose from how easily you relax under her minisitrations that every pump of her digits is audible in the room. you work your jeans down eventually for more comfort, and vi takes the opportunity to remove her hand and carry you to one of the benches. the wood creaks under your combined weights as she sets you down on your back.

vi doesn’t speak much when she’s frustrated. you know that much now.

as soon as her hands are on your hips and her face between your legs, her tongue flattens over your slit she’s exposed with her fingers. your head thumps back against the bench, and your fingers tangle in her hair to keep her face flush against your sex. vi has no complaints about that— she fucks you with her tongue for a while before sealing her mouth over your neglected and puffy clit instead. she sucks, keeping your hips pinned to keep you from writhing as much as possible as she knocks an orgasm from your body.

rugby player!vi who sneaks into your bedroom through your window like some romcom movie. you try not to laugh as she damn near slips while climbing the wall, but she eventually does manage to slip inside. she’s, unfortunately, not very silent about it, but your father down the hall is quite the heavy sleeper. that’s not to say you two could make a sound…

vi’s on top of you, bare from the neck down. one of her breasts is cupped by your hands, and every time you tease a nipple with a flick or pinch, she jerks forward and bites her tongue.

you’re not doing any better. one of your legs is laid flat on the bed, though the other is kept raised in the air in an angle to allow vi’s body to fit between them— and more importantly, for her to fight just the right angle. a mutual groan is shared between you both once your clits press against each other. vi drops her head as she begins to roll her hips slightly, never too aggressively as to not miss the mark each time.

“quiet, sweetheart,” she hushes you, though makes it harder to follow the order when she drops one of her hands to pinch one of your nipples between her thumb and index finger. curse her and those long arms and thick hands. “don’t want your daddy to hear, do ya?”

[yurivoid]

vampire!vi who begs you to let her feed on you, but you won’t allow it until she’s made you come. so, hungry and desperate, she laps at you messily, plunges her fingers inside of you and crooks them just right so you’ll orgasm as quickly as possible.

she’s literally shaking and sweating from how starved she is, and with her mouth on your cunt, it’s hard not to smell the sweet scent of you and just…take a bite. not just hard - it’s complete torture, but she’s determined to make you come so she can just fucking feed already. she buries her face between your legs and tongues at you until you reach your orgasm, the sounds of your moans going right to her clit as she laps up your arousal.

then finally, finally you let her eat. you purr at her about how she’s such a good girl and she made you feel so good, baring your neck for her. she salivates, spit leaking onto your skin, warm and heady with the scent of cum.

she sinks her fangs into the column of your neck, tastes the flavor of you, and she’s nearly delirious with the instant euphoria that crashes into her. as she drinks from your open wound, moaning from the pleasure of it all, she stuffs her hands down her pants and finds herself dripping.

[dykewglasses]

PLEASE Sevika fanartists please start making your beautiful art into merch I am starved of sevika merch i can’t find anything

[dykewglasses]

i wish Sevika would fuck my face with her big bushy cunt

[yurivoid]

vi smoking a joint while you ride her strap… need that. she’d take huge puffs and exhale right into your face, but she wouldn’t offer you a hit - you need to focus, after all. still, though, you get a little contact high, so by the time you finally come and squirt all over the strap, you’re all lightheaded and a little dizzy and perfectly pliant when vi lies you down and eats your pussy like she’s starving <33 that’s all bye

[industria1doll]

need to spend a day smoking weed and lounging around in bed with a woman who can't keep her hands off me

[sunsetroses43]

the fact she’s so clearly hungry and so patient at the same time… this scene is so delicious

[jellimay]

Let me show you the world

outlaw sevika x 50s housewife reader

An outlaw on the run shows a trad wife that there's more to life than starting a family and keeping house

CW: soft dom sev x sub r; age gap(24 and 38); sev is a perv; pet names(dolly, pretty); cheating(reader cheats on husband); oral sex; pussy slapping; sev is needy; reader is naive and sensitive.

January winds roared unforgivingly, swirling the glistening snowflakes in different directions. They cut at Sevika's rosy cheeks, making her wince. She trudged through the snow wearily, hoping to find shelter from the harsh winter elements.

Life of an outlaw was hard, always looking over your shoulder in case of danger, constantly having to move from one place to another. Sevika was used to it all. This time her itinerary lay through a thick forest and all was going well at first. What she hadn't foreseen, though, was getting robbed by a group of wandering bandits and having her trusty horse and pouch of coins stolen. But it was okay, she's survived worse. The outlaw knew the way to the nearest village, though her limbs were practically giving out, vision blurry, stomach growling incessantly.

Still trudging forward, Sevika's eye caught a bright light in the distance. Cautiously moving forward, she saw the outline of a sizable quaint cottage. Did someone live this deep in the woods? Maybe a forester? Some recluse? She could see the house clearly now, it was fenced off, with a barn flanking the main building.

Coming up to the towering fence, Sevika weighed her options. She was certainly in need of shelter for the night as the blizzard was bound to get worse. But there was no telling the hospitality of the person inside. It has always been a risk to trust strangers like this. Sighing, Sevika rang the brass house bell, alert, eyes zeroed in on the entrance, human hand on her back pocket that held her pocketknife.

After a short pause, the front door opened slightly and a face peaked out. To Sevika's surprise, it wasn't the face of some old hermit, but of a young, anxious-looking woman.

_________

You pushed the door open at last and tentatively walked up to the fence, clutching an oversized coat around your form, eyes squinted because of the snowstorm. You peered up at the outlaw, a hint of surprise and uncertainty in your gaze. "Hello, s-sir. What can I do for you?"

Sevika's mouth curved up involuntarily. You looked no older than twenty-five, with a sweet little face, a wooly scarf around your neck, the coat swallowing you whole. What were you doing out here alone?

Now, this was a pleasant turn of events; it was much easier to pull at a woman's heartstrings. Sevika just hoped the girl lived alone, it would be...more convenient that way. "Hello, young lady. The name's Sevika, sorry if I scared you. You see, I'm just a bit lost and the weather's less than favorable. I was wondering if I could come in until it gets better. Oh, and, by the way, I'm a woman," she chuckled, it wasn't unusual for sheltered pretty things like you to mistake her for a man, since most women didn't dress like Sevika. She donned tight black jeans that disappeared into her winter boots at the bottom. Her worn-out jacket was half-unzipped, giving a glimpse of her black turtleneck, taut at the strain of her muscles. Despite her rather masculine choice of dress, her plump lips were adorned with dark lipstick that complimented her features well.

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, my name's Y/N. Of course, you can come in, you're freezing," you muttered sweetly, relieved that the stranger was a woman. You lead Sevika to the front door, unlatching it and inviting her in.

_____________

Hanging your coats, the two of you walked into the kitchen. "You look hungry, please sit down, I made some stew for dinner," you smiled as you busied yourself at the counter, plating the stew.

Sevika sat in one of the chairs, leaning back and spreading her legs comfortably. She took in her surroundings. The interior was cozy and homely, although she could see a man's pair of boots at the entrance. "You live with your husband, girl?"

You turned away from the counter for a second, color rising to your cheeks.

"Yes, but I'm alone today. My husband went away for work to the nearby village. He probably won't be happy I let a stranger in..." you chewed on your lip nervously.

"Your husband keeps you all cooped up in the middle of the woods?" Sevika chuckled, smirking.

"My husband is very n-nice and caring, he knows what's best for me! Besides, it was a mutual decision to live out here." You raised your voice, but it came out shaky and uneven, as if you didn't believe your own words. You put Sevika's plate in front of her with a clang.

Chuckling, Sevika raised her hands in the air. "Sorry, dolly. Didn't mean to anger you. You're a very hospitable girl, thank you." She said as she began eating the offered stew as you eyed her from your place at the counter.

For some inexplicable reason, you felt your face heat up at the nickname. You studied the peculiar stranger curiously. The way Sevika was dressed, her mannerisms, were like that of a man. Yet, she was undeniably a woman. "Are you traveling alone? Without your husband?"

Sevika barely held herself from laughing out loud. You were so sheltered, so naive. She spread her legs a little more, eyeing you with mirth. "Ain't got no husband. I've always been alone, except for the occasional hookups."

"But you can't have s-sex out of wedlock." You gasped, feeling your face heat up.

This was getting too good. Sevika couldn't believe how innocent you were. If she played this right, she could have a pretty little housewife under her tonight. "That's not how it is in the city, dolly. People are more...uninhibited there. They don't care about rules. We just party, drink and have all the sex out of wedlock we want there."

There was a pause as you gathered your thoughts. It's like your whole worldview was shattered, you'd never met someone like Sevika before. "But sex is not even that good for them to like it so much..." you muttered to yourself.

Sevika raised an eyebrow in disbelief, the stew long forgotten. "Your husband just doesn't know how to make you feel good, he probably doesn't even care."

You jolted, face scrunched up in anger. You strode up to Sevika's sitting form in an instant. "You don't know my husband! Why do you keep saying mean things about him? He provides for me, he loves me! Of course, he cares about me, he cares..." Tears pricked up in your eyes as you shouted.

"Easy, easy. Not trying to be mean, just worried about you, dolly. Your husband is probably often away, out in the world, doing whatever the hell he wants, while you're cooped up in the middle of the woods." Sevika said softly, not expecting you to be so defensive. Although, it wasn't surprising.

"You aren't worried, you don't know me..." you mumbled in a quieter tone, sniffling. All you'd ever wished for was a loving husband and kids, a family. It was true that James had been distant lately, but it surely wasn't because of your failed attempts at conceiving a child, right? You'd been a stellar housewife, always putting his needs above your own. He surely still loved and appreciated you, even if you couldn't give him a child...

Sevika stood up, towering over your distressed form. She tentatively placed her human hand on your shoulder. "Listen, dolly. Sorry if I'm overstepping. I'm just against all this traditional bullshit." She sighed, patting your shoulder, in hope of providing some comfort. She didn't like making pretty things like you cry. She was a gentlewoman, after all.

To Sevika's surprise, you stepped forward and pressed your face into the outlaw's chest, inhaling her woody scent. You were clearly very emotional now and needed some reassurance. "I'm just...so lost. I've never met someone like you, you seem so free." You peered up at her with tears in your eyes, pretty face all puffy from crying.

"Shh, don't cry, pretty. You're so young, you've got your whole life ahead of you. So much time to do what you actually like, try new things." Sevika cooed, patting your hair as she struggled to rein in her desires. The sight of this sweet girl pressed up against her, all teary-eyed, was making her pussy twitch. "Mm dolly, you know what, I think I know what you need right now."

Before you could react, Sevika lifted you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter, hands on either side of your hips. She leaned in close. "You're a little curious about me, aren't you, pretty?"

Thoughts of your husband vanished from your head as Sevika leaned in so close. Your heart was beating wildly. It was true, you were curious about the stranger in front of you, even if you tried to suppress those feelings. Why did she make you feel this way? It was all so new to you.

Sevika knew she had to be the one to initiate everything, as it was obvious you were still very confused about your feelings. She leaned in closer, her hot breath on your neck, pressing a light kiss there.

The kiss caught you completely off guard, it felt like your body was on fire, goosebumps adorning your skin. You couldn't even look Sevika in the eye, casting your gaze down instead. "W-what are you doing? This is what a husband and wife do in bed..."

It was obvious that, despite your words, you welcomed Sevika's touch. You just needed a little push. Sevika cupped your cheek gently, her large hand enveloping your face. "Two women can do it too, dolly. It's normal in the city," she said, trailing her thumb along your plump bottom lip. "I promise, I'm gonna make you feel good. Gonna teach you everything, you ain't gotta worry about a thing. I just need to kiss you now, pretty, okay?" Sevika rambled in an almost desperate tone, your inexperience was driving her crazy.

Unable to speak, thoughts swirling in your head uncontrollably, you just nodded. Sevika didn't waste a second, crashing her lips against yours, large hands settling on your waist. She pushed her tongue into your mouth, making you whine sweetly into the kiss. God, that whine drove Sevika wild. She hugged you even tighter, her legs parting your thighs as you sat on the counter.

Tentatively putting your delicate hands on Sevika's shoulders, you tried to move your mouth in tandem with hers, but it came out sloppy. After a few minutes, you pulled away to take a breath. You were reeling from the kiss, panting. You looked down at your parted legs, the dress riding up your thighs. You looked like a common whore, spreading your legs for a stranger...but you didn't care. For the first time in your life, you didn't care.

"You good, pretty? Can I go further?" Sevika asked softly, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"Please," you whine, "make me feel good, Sevika. You promised to make me feel good."

She didn't need to be told twice. Dropping to her knees on the wooden floor, Sevika looked up at you. Her large hands trailed your soft thighs, lifting your dress. She chuckled as your pristine white panties came into view. "Mm so cute dolly, gonna take them off." Sevika grinned as she hooked her finger under the string and dragged them off your legs, revealing your clean-shaven pussy. You instinctively tried to close your legs but Sevika held them open in her grasp, spreading you wider. "Does your husband like you all smooth there? Mm you don't gotta shave for me, pretty."

Before you could reply Sevika's mouth latched on to your clit, she began eating you out like a woman starved. You tasted so sweet, her grasp on your legs grew harder.

You looked down at Sevika's kneeling form, her face buried in your cunt. God, she was just so large, her hands were so strong, she could easily do whatever she wanted to you. You'd never felt so good, you didn't even know sex could feel this good. Your thighs were shaking as you tried to suppress your moans, hand over your mouth.

Noticing your attempts to stay silent, Sevika pulled away, landing a sharp smack right on your pussy. You let out a high-pitched whine, trying to squeeze your plushy thighs together. Sevika didn't let you, of course. "Now this is what I want to hear, don't you dare hide those pretty sounds from me, or I'll stop." She spit sternly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't anymore! Please, don't stop. It feels so good." You begged desperately, tears pricking up your eyes.

"Aww dolly, you look so pretty like this, cry for me some more." Sevika looked up at you in awe, growing desperate. She spread your pussy lips with deft fingers, watching with fascination as your slick dripped down to your ass. "Fuuuck, never had a girl this wet for me. Love this wet sloppy cunt, dolly." She groaned, smacking your clit again. "You like this, dolly? Like getting fucked by an old butch like me?"

Before you could react, she buried her face right back in your cunt, her tongue trailing fast along your lips.

You mewled in pleasure, tugging on her short hair to ground yourself. "Sevika, I feel weird...why do I feel like this? It feels so good." You moaned out.

Sevika pulled away from your pussy for a second, working her fingers on your puffy clit instead. "Dolly, you're about to come. Probably never done that with your idiot husband." She chuckled as she dove back in, pushing you over the edge.

It was the first orgasm in your life, and God, did it feel good. You were panting, totally spent, as Sevika pressed light kisses onto your inner thighs. Of course, the older woman didn't want to stop, she could go on for hours. Her gaze trailed over your perky little tits that were freed as your flimsy dress slipped down in the process. She wanted to absolutely ruin your cute body, but she had to hold back. She knew you were a sensitive little thing. Besides, it was your first time with a woman.

"You good, pretty?" Sevika asked softly, lifting you up bridal style. "Where's your bedroom? Gonna let you rest, you're all worn out."

As you pointed up, too spent to speak, Sevika carried you up the stairs, not breaking a sweat. She opened the bedroom door, carefully laying you down and tucking you in nicely. "Will you lie down with me?" You asked, looking up at her with tired eyes.

"Of course, dolly," Sevika replied, settling beside you on top of the sheets. She wrapped one arm securely around your shoulders, pulling you close. Gosh, you looked so cute like this, your delicate form in her arms, all tired and disheveled. "You can take a nap. I'll keep you warm, don't worry," Sevika murmured, voice low.

Laying in Sevika's arms, you were beginning to come down from your high. Horror set upon your delicate features. You were lying in you and your husband's bed with this woman; James's photo staring at you from the bedside table, amplifying your guilt. You cheated on him, your marriage was ruined, your life was ruined! Tears began to run down your cheeks, you sniffled involuntarily. "What do I do now, Sevika?" You asked shakily.

"Shh, dolly. You don't gotta worry about a thing. Is your husband coming back in the morning?" Sevika asked, running her hand through your locks in an attempt to soothe you. She couldn't take it, you looked so scared and pitiful. God, she wanted to keep you so bad.

"No, he won't be back until Monday."

"We'll figure something out tomorrow then. For now, just get some rest. You haven't done anything wrong, pretty," Sevika whispered softly, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep in her arms.

[dopedyk]

sevika headcanons (nsfw)

𑣲men and minors dni !!

cw: dom!sevika, dubcon if you squint

» sevika is a much more tender & considerate partner than people make her out to be!

» her favorite position is the mating press. she loves being all the way inside you. looking deep into your eyes; wiping away any tears and praising you for taking her so well.

» she loveeess to keep a slow pace & holding hands!

» sevika is a top leaning switch and i will die on that hill.

» it’s rare that she keeps her prosthetic arm on during, i can’t imagine it being comfortable to wear during >~<

» she loves making you squirm; something about you writhing underneath her… too consumed with your own slutty greed to tell her no, yet too shy to say yes. she loves slowly pulling the yes out of you.

» sevika makes the most guttural, throaty moans. although she’s not extremely vocal, in really intense sessions she’ll let out raspy high pitched whines.

» she’s probably the most experienced woman you’ll meet, she’s gives pussy whisperer vibes.

» while she does top most of the time, every once in awhile she’ll bottom. she’s used to being the strongest; so it unbelievably turns her on when you take charge.

» her strap is thick. she finds girth being worth more than length. i’d say it’s like 7 in. three fingers wide (can feel like four if she hits a certain angle)

» is big on aftercare. sevika is a nurturer at heart <3

[dykewglasses]

there being barely any f/f wlw fics on the most popular ao3 relationship list this year 🤨

[paleserendipitywastakenlol]

pretty diva reader, who dress up for bouncer sev, without them being together , and they have so much tensionnnnn and if you want they can resolve it

what if you wanted in to a high-end club...? (MINORS DNI)

Bouncer Sevika x Femme Reader, reader's outfit described, mild harassment to Sevika and Reader, mild violence, fingering, exhibitionism

“Oh, come on,” the man in front of you argues, throwing his hands out. “I’ve been waiting for four fucking hours to get in, you can’t just turn me away once I actually reach the door!”

“Sure, I can,” the bouncer, Sevika, mutters. She stands firm, her arms crossed. Her large frame is more than enough to block the entirety of the club doorway, keeping the angry, skinny man from pushing past.

Scoffing, he turns away from her with an irritated shake of his head. “You know your fucking problem?” He mutters, spinning to face her again. “You let your ego get to your fuckin’ head. You really believe yourself strong enough to keep me out?”

Amusedly huffing, Sevika’s shoulders jump. Upon a heavy exhale, she says, “sounds to me you think yourself important enough to get in. No name on the list, no entry. Fuck off,”

“You—” He pauses, muttering something incoherent under his breath. “Check again, I’m on the list,”

“I can check as many times as you want, it won’t make your name magically appear,”

“I’m telling you, check again. My name is on the list,”

Eyeing him with an unimpressed, raised brow, Sevika softly huffs and loosens an arm, reaching to grip the button of her handheld radio. “Hey, Mattie? I still have this guy out here insisting he’s on the list. Can you check again for Warren?”

“Yeah, hold on,” a voice says.

Waiting rather impatiently, the man moves to tap his foot, the click of his leather shoe irritatingly constant. After a moment of silence, he leans in and softly murmurs, “try using my birth name. Gil,”

Rolling her eyes, she pushes the button again, using absolutely zero subtly as she announces, “says his birth name is Gil,”

“Gil?” The same voice crackles through the radio. “What kind of fuckin’ name is that?”

“Is he on the list?”

Another moment of silence passes before the voice comes back, saying, “nope. Got no one asking after him, either,”

“Thanks,” Sevika mutters, releasing the button to cross her arms once more. “You heard, no name on the list, no entry. Now get lost,”

An ugly scowl settles on the man’s face, his features screwed up like he’s just sucked on a particularly sour lemon. “They’ve got it wrong. I’m meant to be in a private meeting right now, I’m in the VIP section,”

“Yeah? And I’m a fuckin’ millionaire doing this shit for fun,”

“I’m on the fucking li—”

“Bro, get lost!” Someone in the queue behind you calls out. “You’re holding up the whole line!”

Smirking, you attempt to hold back a laugh. It’s a common sight when queueing for this particular club. In the richest part of the city, Mellow is the place to be if you have the reputation to get past the door. That, of course, doesn’t stop wannabe nobodies from lining up anyway, wanting to try their luck with the bouncers. You happen to be one of them, though admittedly, you have... other reason for being here.

Watching Gil storm away, you plaster on your best smile and saunter over, making sure to swing your hips to the muffled beat from past the door. The moment you see Sevika rolling her eyes, you can’t quite keep yourself from grinning.

“Oh, God,” she mutters, sighing. “Here comes trouble,”

“What?” You exclaim, feigning offence as you hold a hand to your chest. “Me?”

“Yes, you. What do you want, tonight, trouble?”

Softly huffing, you sway up to her, shrugging. “I’m not here to cause any bother. I just wanted to say hi,”

Subtly licking her lips, Sevika glances at the gradually growing line, her eyes swiftly making their way back to you. “You know I can’t let you in,”

You force a laugh, pretending you have absolutely no interest in getting inside. Technically, it isn’t even a lie. When you first met Sevika, you had every intention of getting past her, having heard many tales of the infamous VIP section. Anyone who’s anyone is rumoured to be here often enough, singers, influencers, politicians, anyone and everyone with money. You had planned to host a small-running scam, a way to draw some notes from loose pockets. Except — you never actually got the chance to try. There hasn’t been a singular day since first coming here that you’ve actually been able to get past her.

Slowly but surely, your constant attempts wound down into something else. This strange little relationship soon bloomed between you, growing into something oddly familiar. Your attention was quickly snatched from the irritation of failed entry to the tall, pretty, dark-haired bouncer in the doorway. You come by most nights, hanging around for a while until she gets sick of you and tells you to leave. It’s only recently that she’s been allowing you to stick by her side for a little while longer.

“I don’t want to get in,” you say, offering a casual shrug. “Like I said, I’m just saying hi,”

“Hi,” she mutters back, her response entirely lacklustre.

“Oh,” you pout, dramatically sagging your shoulders. “Come on, V, cheer up a little! You look so much better when you smile,”

She scoffs, entirely unimpressed. Her eyes are quick to settle on the approaching couple, two blonde women, immediately recognisable to most. They’re perhaps the most influential duo you’ve ever come across, making millions in pointless ads and risqué photos posted to their feeds. Likely, they’ll walk right in without so much as a fight.

“Hi, we’re on the list,” one announces, flicking her long hair back. “Emily and Sasha?”

Looking rather uninterested, Sevika nods, stepping aside to allow them in. Though you’ve never seen them here before, it’s obvious she knows them well enough to remember they’re on the list. “Enjoy,” she says, waiting for them to enter before she settled back in place. Casting a look at you, she asks, “what?”

“Nothing,”

“Nothing,” she repeats in a mutter. “What is it? There’s always something with you,”

“What? You mean little ol’ me? I think you’re mistaken, actually. I bring nothing but peace and love,”

She barks out a rough-sounding laugh, her shoulders jolting upward. “Peace and love my fuckin’ ass,”

Moving to lean against the wall beside her, your eyes trail over the toned muscle of her exposed arms. In this particular light, they appear far more defined, shadows cast in all the right places. Swallowing, you offer a smile, flirtatiously murmuring, “have you been working out?”

“What do you want?” Is her muttered response.

Your answer is cut off by another group announcing their names, insisting they’re on the list. None of them are someone you recognise, though they carry themselves with confidence, as if they expect everyone around them to know exactly who they are.

“Hannah Clarke,” the front woman announces, loudly chewing on her gum. “My dad’s sorted out the list, we can just go right in,”

Without moving, Sevika grabs her walkie. “Mattie? Got a group here. One says she’s on the list, name of Hannah Clarke,”

You wait, taking to picking off loose flakes of polish from your nails. You had only painted them last night, but it’s that cheap shit you bought from a random discount store, so it was never likely to last. Sighing, you scowl down at the busted nail-job, huffing before you drop your hand in annoyance.

To your surprise, Mattie says, “yeah, she’s on the list,”

“Thanks,” Sevika murmurs, stepping aside. “Go on in,”

After the group struts past, she steps back into the doorway, crossing her arms. You believe it’s a move to make herself look bigger, not that she needs the help. She’s a large woman. Tall, too.

“You’ve definitely been working out,” you say, daring to reach out and trail your fingers along the hard muscle. “I gotta say, you look good,”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,”

“Oh, sure it will. You just gotta use it on the right person,”

She eyes you with a raised brow. “I’m not the right person,”

Sighing, you drop your hand. “You’re no fun,”

“I’ve got a job to do,” she exhaustedly snaps. “Do you really have no one else to bother?”

“Damn,” you softly mutter, frowning. “Who shoved a stick up your ass?”

She murmurs something incoherent beneath her breath, shaking her head as she turns her attention to the line behind you. It’s not often she acts like this. In all honesty, it’s actually quite rare. At most, she’ll pretend to be irritated with you, holding back her smile as she tells you to fuck off somewhere else. Tonight, though, she’s tense, her shoulders visibly tight. For once, you decide it’s best not to poke the bear.

“You okay?” You softly ask, lowing your voice just enough for only her to hear.

She shuffles, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah,” she then mutters, though it hardly sounds convincing.

You drop your head, pretending to peer at your nails. Awkwardness has severely flooded the air, making this interaction feel incredibly sour. You’re hardly close enough with her to pry, even though you know something is going on. Sevika’s life is mostly a mystery to you, save for little titbits she occasionally shares. She rarely goes into detail, though, even when you ask her to, keeping her side of this relationship mostly professional.

“What happened?” You hear her quietly ask. It’s only as you look back up at her that you see her staring down at your nails, the scraps of polish left over.

“Oh,” you murmur, dropping your hand. “Cheap polish. Chips pretty easily,”

“You don’t ever think to get your nails done properly?”

“Nah. I’d rather put the money towards clothes. Cute nails are temporary. A decent mini-skirt is for life,”

She hums, her eyes slowly trailing down to the extremely short skirt sitting just around your upper thighs. It was an incredible find, a red and black plaid 2000s gem with a thick waistband and two layers of frills. Paired with chunky boots and a skimpy black crop top, you would be freezing were it not an incredibly warm night.

Her exhale is deep. “You look good,”

You shrug. “I know,”

Her smile is small, though there is a noticeable glint of amusement flickering in her eyes. It’s only as she turns back to the queue that she falls back into professionalism, her face hardening as a man approaches. “Name?”

“Cal?” The man announces. As another slopes up beside him, Sevika is all too quick to shake her head, holding out a hand.

“Uh-uh, you’re banned,”

The man beside Cal scoffs, lazily stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Come on, man, you know I didn’t mean it,”

“I don’t give a shit. You’re banned,”

Though you recognise him, his name has failed to make its mark. It’s the scruffy blonde hair and the thin scar down the side of his chin that remains, alongside the memory of how he got it. It was only a few months back, and though you didn’t witness the start, you did catch the end.

He had been tossed out one night along with a couple of his friends, each so drunk they could barely hold their own weight. This particular man had stumbled out, face planted into the ground, and ended up with a horizontal cut down his chin. According to the security guard’s yelling, he was groping multiple women in the club, eventually turning to violence when they denied him. Sevika was the one to pull him up by the scruff of his shirt and forcefully escort him down the street.

“Look, I know he made a stupid mistake—” His friend, Cal, attempts to apologise, only to be immediately cut off.

“He inappropriately touched multiple women whilst under heavy influence of alcohol. A lifetime ban was issued. He’s not coming in,” Sevika argues, her glare red-hot.

“Those girls were fine with it,” the friend lazily slurs, sounding as though he’s already had a heavy drink or two. “You’re just being dramatic,”

“Those women filed multiple reports against you for sexual harassment and violence. Your behaviour was disgusting, you’re not coming back in,”

“Let me fuckin’ tell you something,” he mutters, staggering forward. “I’m the son of the richest man in the city. You’ll let me in whether you like it or not,” he says, roughly jabbing a finger into her chest with every word.

Without so much as a second thought, Sevika grips him by the wrist, twisting it backwards. Though she doesn’t break it, it’s clear she wants to. “Touch me again and you’ll leave with no fingers at all,”

Cal’s laugh is on the verge of petrified, his brows raised in panic as he rushes to step between them. “Hey, hey, look— there’s no need for any violence. We’ll be on our way, yeah? Come on, man, there’s other clubs,”

“I want to go in,” the friend argues, pushing Cal away. “Get this fucking bitch out of my way,”

As his words lazily spill, he begins to try and push past her, as if she’ll just step aside and allow him in. Pushing him back, Sevika steps forward, her face screwed up in rage. “What did I just fucking tell you?”

“V—” You quietly interrupt, moving to grab hold of her arm. “Don’t. He’s not worth losing your job over,”

Though she knows you’re right, there’s still a moment of silence where she is forced to calm herself down. Her arm beneath your touch is incredibly tense, surely on the verge of painful. Forcefully panting through gritted teeth, she turns her attention towards Cal, loosening her jaw just enough to speak. “Get him out of here,”

“Okay—” Cal says, pulling on his friend’s arm. “Come on, it’s not worth the fight,”

“Fuck off!” The friend yells, forcefully pushing a hand into Cal’s chest to push him back a couple paces. As he turns his furious glare back to Sevika, he orders, “let me in or you’ll regret it,”

Getting close enough to the point their chests nearly touch, Sevika brings her face within mere inches of his. “You’ll regret not turning your ass around and leaving. You’re banned. Get that through your thick fucking skull before I beat it into you,”

Still gripping onto her, you are unfortunately extremely close to the intoxicated friend. The stench of alcohol on his breath is accompanied by the dizzying smell of weed and the sickly sweetness of fresh vomit. Likely, this isn’t the first club he’s tried to get into, and you bet it won’t be the last. It’s just unfortunate that this is the club he’s at right now.

As he turns to eye you, something sadistic looks to glimmer. His smirk spreads, his gaze dropping to take in your outfit. As he draws his eyes back up, he mutters a low, “tryna seduce the bouncer, huh? Just another whore on the street corner,”

It happens so fast you don’t even realise what’s happened until it’s too late. Within seconds, Sevika has pulled her arm away from you and swung. Hitting him straight in the nose, you swear you heard a loud, ugly crack, the sound followed by gushing red blood pooling from both nostrils. There’s so much of it that it paints his teeth and chin, his voice congested as he yells. Sevika is quick to pull her fist back, manoeuvring herself to cut him under the chin, his teeth violently smashing together. You have moments to pull her back before she goes for him again.

“Stop—!” You breathlessly argue, tugging her away as best you can. “I said he’s not worth it!”

Looking at you, she looks overwhelmed with rage. “Did you hear what he fucking said?” She furiously pants.

“Yes, I heard. V, you can’t just swing for people like that! You could lose your job over this! Fuck—!”

Shaking her head, she looks to want to ignore you. Pointing a heavy finger at the pair, she seethes, “get him out of here or I swear I will rip him to fucking shreds,”

“V, stop—”

“You hear me? Get his ass home and keep him there. I don’t wanna see either of your faces for a long fuckin’ time after this,”

Cal frantically begins to pull his friend away, expertly dodging weakly swinging fists like he does this often. You replicate his urgency, dragging Sevika back and moving to push her towards the alley beside the club. Your only thought is that you need to calm her down. Get her to breathe, calm her down, keep her from swinging.

“No—” She furiously mutters, taking you by the wrist. “Inside,”

“What?”

“Go inside,” she orders, reaching for her walkie. “Mattie, I need you down here. A fight’s broken out, I need someone to take the door,”

“On my way,”

Releasing the button, she roughly urges you towards the club door, entirely ignorant to the yells of the people in the queue. “Go wait by the bar, I’ll be there in a minute,”

“Will you, though?” You argue, fighting to turn her around. “Or are you just going to go after him again?”

Furiously huffing, her nostrils flare. It takes a moment before she’s able to say, “I’ll be there,”

You suppose you have no choice but to believe her. Though you want to stay by her side, she’s insistent enough to push you into the club, pointing ahead of you before she turns away with an ugly scowl. Almost immediately, you’re pulled into the swarming, sweaty crowd, trying to fight against dancing drunks like a fish rapidly attempting to swim upstream. It could perhaps be an enjoyable experience for you if you weren’t internally panicking, picturing the worst possible outcome. You don’t know her, not really. You don’t know her tendencies, her triggers. At most, you’ve only ever witnessed her as a bouncer, turning people away from the door. Who are you to say she isn’t already going after him again?

The club is too dark to see properly, barely lit by blinding strobes that only ever seem to scan over the crowd like illuminated strips. The music is blaring, the floor is shaking, and as you approach the bar, you can already see it’s incredibly packed.

Squirming in for a seat, you lean against the sticky bar top, exhaustedly sighing. Every bartender is busy, each being called simultaneously by multiple patrons each waving their hands in annoyance. Their voices sound to echo in your ears, the pulsating beat of this awful music deafening you almost entirely. The floor feels to vibrate so hard you swear you’re jumping, the urge to run and find somewhere quiet becoming an increasingly important task.

A hand around your waist draws you to turn before you can follow it. As you turn, your eyes trail up the tall figure standing directly behind you, looking up to see a furious-looking Sevika. She doesn’t look down at you, but ahead, pulling you from your seat and leading you with confidence through the crowd. She takes you through an employee-only door, down an empty hall, and eventually, into a room that looks like some kind of empty break area.

Finally able to hear yourself think, you turn, forcefully pushing your hands into her chest. “What the fuck was that?” You cry out. “Jesus fucking Christ, v! You could have gotten yourself seriously hurt!”

“Are you okay?” She breathlessly mutters.

“Yes, I’m fine. Obviously. He didn’t even touch me,”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says, pushing you down into one of the few chairs scattered around a circular table. You watch in irritated silence as she reaches for the first aid kit hanging by the door, carrying it over to sit beside you. She pulls her chair in, close enough for your knees to brush together.

She says nothing more, as if that’s simply the end of the conversation. You, however, quickly decide it’s not, simply because one look at her bloody knuckles is enough to send you spiralling.

“You just went for him,” you angrily grumble, grabbing the kit from her. Tugging the clasps open, you raise the lid and quickly scan the contents, deciding a disinfecting wipe is the best place to start. “You’ve never done that ever,”

“Yeah, well,”

“Well? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

Her sigh is more than just a little grating. It’s like she hasn’t a care in the world, as if starting a physical fight with someone for one throwaway line is in any way normal. It has you bristling, gritting your teeth just to keep yourself from snapping.

“You can’t just do that,” you quietly murmur, ripping open the wipe packet. As you pull it free and press it to her knuckles, you hear her sharp intake of breath, urging you to very softly say, “sorry,”

“He called you a—” She stops, shaking her head as she looks away. “He’s already got a nasty reputation here. I didn’t want the same happening to you,”

“You took care of it the first time. Properly, I might add,”

“You say it like he didn’t have it comi— ah—” She’s quick to pull back, wincing. Shaking her hand like she can simply throw the pain away, she heavily sighs, both shoulders exhaustedly sagging. “I just... I’m sick of not being able to act. I’m stuck at that fucking door like some kind of obedient mutt. I see fights breaking out all the time and I’m never allowed to intervene,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe it’s for the best?” You ask, gently taking her hand back. You’re a lot more careful this time around, delicately dabbing the wipe across the deep cuts over her knuckles. “You can’t expect to save everyone, V, even when you really want to,”

“That’s bullshit,” she quietly argues.

“Yeah, well, it’s bullshit that ultimately keeps you safe. What even happened with you tonight, anyway? You’ve been off since I first walked up,”

At first, she neglects to respond. Tension pulls at her brows, her teeth catching on already damaged skin across her bottom lip. Likely, she’s been at it for a while, chewing until she can’t any longer.

Then, softly, she says, “my boss warned me off of you. Said it’s not professional to be giving you special attention every night,”

You scoff. “And you listen?”

“I listen because I want to keep my job,”

Glancing up at her, it’s surely clear from your expression along that you don’t believe her. “If you really cared about your job, you never would have attacked him,”

This has her frowning, now completely unable to meet your eye. She doesn’t allow you to tend to her a single moment longer, taking her hand away in favour of folding her arms. It’s like she wishes to shut you out, perhaps not out of anger, but something softer.

“Look,” you say, dropping the bloody wipe on the table. It’s not my place to dive into your life. I don’t know you, you don’t know me. We’re... acquaintances at most. But I’m telling the truth when I say I do worry about you. To be completely honest, I— I think about you a lot. Too much, probably. I get if you don’t want to tell me anything, but don’t try to sit here and pretend no one gives a shit,”

Standing, you wait for some kind of response, anything to convince you to stay. When you receive nothing, you sigh and turn away.

She’s quick to grab your wrist, not attempting to drag you back down, but simply keep you still. Her sigh is soft, her gaze avoidant. “Do you...” She pauses, swallowing. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Admittedly, you’re more than just a little shocked. You hadn’t expected her to say anything at all, let alone ask if you’d like to join her. As you move to face her fully, you blink. “Aren’t you still on the clock?”

She shrugs. “Mattie’s got the door,”

Licking your lips, you wonder if this is even a good idea. Clearly, she has some kind of violent streak, even if it is out of protection. It’s the genuine look in her eyes that leads you to nod. “Okay.”

Sitting at the balcony table, you have a full view of the club below. Split into three sections, the club has two layers, the bottom with the dancefloor, the top with the tables. At the bottom, sitting at the very back, is the well-guarded VIP area, dimly lit with LED lamps at every table. Up here, however, it is extremely dark. Shadows cast heavy across Sevika’s face, though her steel-grey eyes catch the strobes every now and again.

Multiple empty glasses sit on the table, some filled with cherry stems, others with slowly-melting ice. Your skin is warm, your body thoroughly intoxicated, and you feel a little too confidence in brushing your hand against hers.

“You know, I had no interest in you when I first showed up here,” you admit, very quickly realising just how awful that sounded. “Not in a bad way, I just — I mean that I didn’t think of you as a friend back then, I mean I didn’t even know you before,”

She smirks, offering a small, understanding nod. “I get it,”

“If I’m being honest, I planned to rob a lot of people,” you quietly admit, leaning over the table as if anyone around you will be able to hear over the pulsing music. “Not in a bank heist kind of way, just... a few notes here and there,”

Raising a brow, she picks up her glass, smiling against the rim. Swallowing, she thickly says, “maybe it’s a good thing I never let you past the door,”

“Oh, definitely. I mean, I’d never have gotten to know you if you did,”

“You think so?”

You shrug. “Yeah. I mean, if I wasn’t coming by each night, we never would have ended up speaking. And if you were letting me straight in every time, the only interaction we would have had would be me telling you my name,”

She offers a quick tilt of her head, humming. “I always know when you’re coming. I sense trouble before I even see you,”

Softly laughing, you pick up your glass and take a sip. Your eyes are quick to meet hers, your gaze hungrily dropping to her arms, the toned muscle that seems to speak to you. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you could really do with feeling them a little closer.

“I think,” you announce, standing, “that I need to dance,”

“Do you now?”

“Yes,”

You have absolutely no intention of walking down to the crowded dancefloor. In truth, you have no intention of dancing at all. As you sway over to the balcony, both hands reaching out to rest across it, you lean forward, giving her a decent eyeful up your skirt, casting a lustful glance over your shoulder. If she takes the hint, which you sincerely hope she will, she’ll be fucking you by the end of the night.

You eat up the way she looks at you, her eyes hungry and dark as they shamelessly stare at the bare skin of your thighs and the peek of your ass. Licking her lips, she turns to look behind her before she stands, abandoning her drink on the table. Moving to stand directly behind you, her voice is deliciously low as she whispers in your ear. “If my boss sees me with you, I’ll be getting another warning,”

“Oh?” You ask, turning in her arms. Brushing your hands across her chest, they sink down to grip her waist, tugging her body closer. “Maybe you should take me somewhere private, then,”

Softly chuckling, Sevika’s eyes flick over your shoulder, silently searching the crowd below. Then, as they settle back on you, she says, “I think we’ll be fine up here. It’s dark enough for no one to see,”

Your laugh is soft, teasing the idea of a moan. “I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,”

Her smirk is incredibly addicting. “I’m a lot of things, baby,”

Her hands are strong as they take you by the waist, spinning you back around with barely any effort. With her entire front pressed against your back, you can feel the hardness of muscle accompanying the plushness of her large breasts, each paired alongside the warmth of her voice pouring like warm honey straight into your ear. “This skirt is dangerous, trouble. Anyone could come along and just—”

Hot fingers gradually slip up beneath the fabric, resting firm against your hips. You can feel the way her thumbs brush back and forth across the thin waistband of your panties, slowly but surely hooking beneath it. She doesn’t try to pull them down, but instead pings them, feeling the way you jolt.

“You have to be a special kind of person to get access,” you murmur, resting back against her.

She lowly chuckles, her teeth baring against the back of your neck. “Should I consider myself lucky, then?”

With a subtle wriggle of your ass, you nod. “Definitely,”

Breathing hot against your neck, her lips just barely brush over your skin. One hand remains tightly wrapped around your waist, the other reaching down to the front of your skirt. Without warning, she goes under the fabric and fully grips your clothed pussy, making sure to press her palm against your clit. “This is a very dangerous skirt, baby,”

“Better keep me safe when I’m in it, then,” you breathlessly respond, tilting your head aside to allow her better access to your neck.

She takes the invitation immediately, leaving trailing kisses and tiny bites. “I don’t intend to keep you in it for very long,”

“No? Shame. I was hoping to sit on your face with it still on,”

Her groan in response is soft, low. She keeps herself hushed, as if not wanting to give in completely. Over the months, you’ve come to realise small things about her. Her need to always be in control, for one. Any time she’s even remotely vulnerable, you witness this switch in the way she carries herself. It’s almost a thought to try and break that shell, even if you do enjoy this level of dominance.

Running her hand up and down your cunt, she’s slow to sip her fingers beneath the waistband, pushing your panties away from warm skin to better grip you. You feel the heat of her proximity, the urge to buck your hips when she gets close enough to slipping one inside. It’s to your annoyance that she doesn’t, instead pulling away to grip your thigh.

“I hate when people do that to me,” you mutter, tilting your head back against her chest. Turning your head to look up at her, you flutter your lashes, hoping to tempt her just enough to finger you properly.

Her eyelids are hooded as she gazes back at you, expanded pupils looking to completely take over the grey. You wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up seeing your reflection in them.

Then, slowly, her hand slips further down, roughly tugging your underwear aside. Sitting in the crease between your pussy and thigh, she now has full access to you. It’s the idea of being so exposed, pressed against the balcony that gets to you, the familiar tightening sensation slowly making a comeback. Your insides feel to clench, warmth slowly pooling. You have to wonder if she’ll really have the guts to—

Oh.

Two fingers eagerly slip inside, your body not even attempting to resist. You gasp, pushing back on her with a stifled moan. If anyone were to look up right now, if the lights were to hit you just right, they’d be getting a full view of her fingers fucking into you as you attempt to keep yourself stable. Gripping the balcony, a shudder steadily works through your body.

“You know something?” Sevika murmurs, curling her fingers, “every time I see you coming, I picture fucking you in the alley. My hands on your hips, your body pulled against mine, fuuuck,” upon a sharp inhale, she very quietly adds, “I’m gonna be honest with you, baby, there’ve been times I’ve gotten off to the idea of it,”

This is most definitely news to you. Unsure of how to react, your body stutters, your head half-turning over your shoulder. “Really?”

She hums against your neck, slipping her fingers out to draw warm come up to your aching clit. Rubbing in loose circles, she keeps her lips close to your ear. “Every break I got, I’d be thinking about it. Each fuckin’ time, I’d be hoping you’d show up at the door,”

Your laugh is soft, somewhat incredulous. “Even though you tell me to leave half the time?”

As she pushes her fingers back inside, she begins to slowly pump them in and out. “Like I said, I got a warning. I gotta say, though, I thought about asking for your number constantly,”

“Quite the jump going from asking for my number to fingering me on the club balcony, isn’t it— oh,”

Drawing you as close as you can be against her, Sevika rapidly fucks her fingers into you, so much warmth escaping that she’s now able to fit a third. Large and strong, she shows your soaking cunt no mercy, her hand gripping onto your hip so hard you swear you’ll leave with bruises.

“Oh fuck, oh my God—”

“Shh, shh, shh,” she softly tuts. “Don’t want anyone looking up, do we?”

“Maybe I do,” you mutter, grinning. “I always liked the idea of it,”

Laughing in your ear, you feel the way her body shakes. “Is that right? Well, you shouldn’t have a problem meeting me downstairs then, huh?”

As her fingers slip away, you’re quick to turn in her arms, scowling. “Why—”

“I thought you liked the idea of people seeing?” She asks, sucking your come from her fingers. Grinning, she eyes the dancefloor over your shoulder. “I’ll buy you a drink, meet me down there,”

Without another word, she casts you a cocky grin and slips away, throwing one last hungered look over her shoulder. You stand heated, softly panting, feeling the way your juices seep across your inner thighs. You had hoped she’d sit you down in a dark corner somewhere and eat you out, but it seems she intends to finger-fuck you amongst the crowd instead. Admittedly, you’re not sure if you should be pissed about it or not.

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bodyguard!sevika x pop/rock/rap star!reader makes me drool 🤤 wld you mind doing a short oneshot with this premise?? i don't mind too much about the actual plot. pwp is cool, or a little story is awesome too! ty in advance!

backstage

a/n: yesss ofc i love this au so bad 🥹🤞🏽 trust if you want a multi-chapter story about this, just ask! you're my first request as well, kinda nervy🥹🤞🏽

warnings: mommy kink, mirror sex, exhibitionism (not really), degrading praise??, ONE pussy slap

“fuckk you taste soooo good.” sevika’s tongue teased your hole, and her lips kissed all over, practically making out with your wet pussy. her big hands gripped your thighs roughly, certain to leave bruises that you’d have to cover from fans.

“ughn yesyesyes please right there!” you moaned loudly when her tongue pistoned in and out of your dripping hole, reaching for anything to keep you still.

the private backstage dressing room was solely illuminated by the vanity lights behind you, makeup still scattered around you. your post-show butter yellow tank and matching booty shorts were tossed somewhere in the room, along with your arousal-soiled panties. how you ended up getting fucked by your bodyguard? that’s not important.

sevika’s tongue licked strips up and down your heat, her nose brushing the underside of your clit. you clenched down on nothing and closed your legs involuntarily around her head, but her strong hands pulled them farther apart.

she looked up at you with a piercing gaze and slowly purred, “keep your legs open for me, baby.” she looked drunk off of you, like she would live between your legs if she could. you meekly nodded at her instruction, but that wasn’t enough for her.

SMACK

her hand collided with your heat, and you cried out. sharp jolts of pain and pleasure surged through you. “i didn’t hear an answer. do you understand?” sevika grunted. 

your whimpered, “yes.”

a wide grin spread across sevika’s face. “goood girl.” she dove back between your legs, feeling like her tongue was spelling your name. suddenly, you felt two thick fingers circling your hole. your breath hitched, and you clenched around nothing, making sevika groan into your core. she looked up with her puppy eyes and murmured into you, “is this ok?” her mouth and nose were coated with your slick, and her pupils were blown. you swear you could come just from looking at her. you breathlessly nodded, subconsciously grinding in the air. soon, her flesh fingers sank into you, thrusting shallowly to stretch you out. she maneuvered your legs to hook over her shoulders, and you watched her with low-hooded eyes. 

she curled her muscular biceps to thrust deeper, her brows furrowed and swollen lips leaving kisses along your labia, though her eyes never left yours. you whimpered and clenched again. you were used to multiple eyes on you; hell, you loved the attention from your fans. but sevika’s gaze felt different. it felt personal, sensual, like you were the only one in the room. it was the only one that could make you nervous.

her fingers curled in you, grazing your g-spot with every plunge. her mouth made its way back to your now-swollen bud, and left wet pecks on it before sucking. you cried out, and your eyes squeezed shut. fuck, you were so close. you could barely say cohesive sentences, your words coming out in babbles and half moans. before you could stop yourself, you pleaded, 

“m-mommy please!”

sevika abruptly paused her movements, and your eyes shot open. an awkward but sexually charged second passed, before you frantically stuttered out, “sevika…i’m sorry i said that. i-i wasn’t thinking straight and i-.” she stood up from her spot on the floor, her chest level with your face. you nervously shifted in your spot on the vanity desk, too scared to look at her face. a beat passed, and she then began to unbuckle her belt. 

“bend over the desk.” her voice was gruff, but you could hear the tones of desperation in between 

you blinked up at her with a confused expression. “w-what?” her belt clashed against the floor, and she roughly manhandled you into the position she desired. your breasts were smooshed against the flat surface, and your ass was flush against her…bulge? a mirror was in front of you, and you could see sevika shimmying out of her pants behind you. 

“you heard what i said. now,” her flesh hand traveled up your back until it faintly gripped your neck, while her prosthetic grabbed her thick strap and stroked it up and down to collect your arousal. “let mommy take care of you.” in one quick motion, she bottomed out in you, drawing a high-pitched mewl from you. her pace was brutal from the start, the only sounds in the room being the slap of sevika’s hips, her deep grunts, and your loud moans. 

she leaned down to your ear and roughly cooed, “who’s fucking you this good?”

“s’you, mommy! all you!” 

“whose pussy does this belong to?” her thrusts slowed and became deeper, stimulating your gummy walls and abusing your g-spot.

“you mommy!”

sevika hummed, “you’re such a dirty girl. slutting yourself out all for me. i wish you could see how wet you are, and how wide this hole is stretching for me.” you moaned from the visual she painted in your head, lolling your head down on the desk. her flesh hand left your neck and gripped your jaw instead. “look in the mirror,” you whined, but forced your eyes open, and boy, were you a sight to see. mascara ran down your face, your lip combo had smudged, and your cheeks were flushed. behind you, a thin layer of sweat coated sevika, causing her hair to stick to her forehead. you hadn’t noticed she’d taken her shirt off, but her flexed abs and perky breasts caused you to groan aloud.

“look at how fucked-out you are. look at the effect i have on you. no one gets to see you like this. not your managers, not your fans, me. only me. and you love it. tell me you love it.”

“yessh i’luv it mommy. fuckk y’fuck m’so well nghh,” gasp “m’all yours mommy.” you were too fucked-out to think, to speak, to worry about anything but pleasing sevika. 

“good girl, now keep those pretty eyes on me. i want you to see yourself come undone.” her prosthetic hand, kneading your cheeks, snaked its way down to your sensitive bud, before rubbing quick circles. your eyes rolled back, and you let out a pornographic moan. 

sevika lightly slapped your face, reminding you to open your eyes, but it was so hard. her tip continuously hit your g-spot, her fingers feverishly played with your clit, her hand gripped your jaw tight. it was too much!

“fuckkk,” you gasped, your pussy tightly squeezing her length and your body tensing up. your skin felt warm, and you could feel your climax building up. “ohmy-nghhh imgonnacumimgonnacumimgonna-!” before the rest of your sentence could leave your mouth, you gasped and shook violently against sevika while you gushed on her length. white stars flashed across your vision, and your limbs grew weak. she continued her deep ministrations to ride you through your orgasm, until your limbs gave out and you collapsed against the desk. you both caught your breath for many moments, until sevika broke the silence. 

“you’re so fucking addicting.”

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[scarletvespers]

Can’t stop thinking abt Sub!Pup!Alpha! Sevikaaa

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ six-foot-something chunk of intimidating muscle. The epitome of dominance Sevika made her rounds of rumors when she officially moved to Piltover. She was an amazing new edition to the council. Calling out bullshit when she saw it, adding ideas that would’ve never been conjured, and making the world for the better. She was everything anyone would want.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ her scent is GODLY erotic. It naturally is very musky. Almost an alcoholic aftertaste alongside. But mixed with her routine smoking (high quality cigars after settling just a bit into privilege..lmao) it was intoxicating. The more threatened she was, whether violently or sexually, the better it’s picked up.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ RBF to the max. She’s kinda irritated by anybody in Piltover to be honest.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Despite her terrifying demeanor and looks, Sevika is just terrible at talking up pretty girls. It was the one thing she was severely insecure about. If they attempted to flirt? She’d refuse to talk. Her eyebrows threaded annoyance.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ But her eyes were her second pair of mouths. Her birth given gaze either signaled pent up violence or clearly stripping your clothes. Either way, it scared off a lot of girls who tried their best near her. And it made Sevika devastated.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ she attempts to visit brothels to find someone. Anyone to attempt to court really, before she quickly exits with a flustered face.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ It’s at a flower adorned park that she smells a contrasted strong vanilla, lactonic leaning scent in her direction. Her bulge immediately quivered just at how delicious you smelled.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ There you were, the cutest omega feeding a squirrel some peanuts before it scurried at the sight of Sevika. She replayed the image a lot in her head. You were a beautiful little Bambi. So sweet. So clueless.

Your voice didn’t help her case. You were sunshine in a bottle.

“Oh! Can I help you?”

Sevika breath caught in her throat. But cut her some slack.

“I-uhm.”

She gulped.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Your brows became upturned as your Jane’s clicked over to her. “Hey! It’s okay. I’m in no rush. Take your time.”

Sevika huffed. “D-did you need a patch?”

Stupid fucking question is what she immediately thought to herself.

“Huh? W..what’s that?” You tilted your head, letting your hair flow to the same direction. And exposing your neck.

Her eyes couldn’t escape and didn’t know where to look. Oh god, she needed you so bad.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ for the next few months, she did everything in her power to impress you without words. Her mechanical hand always handed you something. Help with your sink, a pastry, bags of clothing, perfume, a necklace she thought would look good on you. ‘Just cuz.’ To save humiliation, she’d reply with nothing but a nod or a shrug when you kept thanking her.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You never wore a patch, nor even look both ways on the streets. After work, she’d pace behind you to memorize your favorite coffee spot. The Pilates studio you always stopped by.

Your path to work or home.

In her eyes, it wasn’t teetering to obsession or creeping. It was to keep you safe.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Poor Sevika didn’t know that you knew exactly what you were doing. You couldn’t believe how oblivious she was to your attitude. Of course you knew what patches were, you weren’t stupid. You knew she watched your every move. You knew exactly why she showered you with gifts. But you loved playing dumb.

You cooed her extra—and it came off as you just being sweet. Even when your compliments sprinkled suggestive.

“Use your words. That’s it. Talk to me.”

“You’re such a good girl. I wouldn’t know what to do without you!”

“Use those pretty eyes and look at me. C’mon, pup.”

It didn’t bother Sevika anyways since she’d always perk up like a fucking dog.

“R-really? Don’t. Don’t embarrass me.”

“S’nothing, really.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You really built up her confidence. She was yours, whether she knew it or not.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Her favorite compliments? Obviously was the coddling ones, only if it came from you. “You’re so cute” “my pretty baby” “you’re just like a puppy”She immediately ducked her head.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Speaking of pet names, she automatically adopted “ma’am” or “mama” for you. Even if the two of you weren’t even together yet. She didn’t know why. She possible couldn’t know why. Hm..

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sevika’s presence was now replaced with you included. You two were inseparable and everywhere. The unfortunate times you weren’t there, she was still adorned by medal-worthy accessories that scream ‘mentally imprinted’. She wore a silver choker that had a mini bone. From afar, it felt her kind of alternative. But who knew her little angel chose it?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ pink couldn’t even be fathomed on her, let alone on her body. You made a matching pink beaded bracelet. The weird thing? You spelled out ‘Mommy’s girl’ for her. Nothing on yours. She barely questioned it though since she adored you, and would do absolutely anything for you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sevika still thought your relationship was platonic when you started making her wear a “Vika” lasered collar around her neck. It was always chained.

“Uhm. Why do I have to wear this?” If she had a tail, it’d be desperately wagging for your attention.

“It’s cute! You look adorable with it.” You pouted up at her as your fingernails grazed her face. “What if a big scary man creeps on me? Do you not like protecting me? It’s just supposed to scare weirdos off.”

“Wha—no! I never said that.” She annoyingly huffed as she hid her red face.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ It cocked people’s brow to see an alpha sweetly talked to and lowkey dictated by her small omega. It was normal to see it the other way around. But this wasn’t.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You have her utterly wrapped around your manicured finger. Your touch always makes her so desperate and nervous, no matter how small or big. You always gently pull on her chain so she could immediately look down at you and stoop to your level. A sickly sugar coded demand immediately brings her to action. Praise always strings along, so Sevy has no choice but to be well behaved.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Because of this, cuddles were always in queue. Sevika loved holding you so it felt like protecting you from anything. But the occasions that she little spooned, she migrated to your chest so you could pet her hair.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ There’s always some sort of bathroom trip when you two started dating. You’d purposely wear lace panties and bend with the shortest skirts even in the most public areas, innocently look back up at her like you don’t have a thought that brain. And she fell for it every time.

She’d usher you to random stalls and hike up your non existent fabric while she hungrily ate or fingered you. She’d always grind in the friction of her jeans to cum. It was always her entire hand or face that was drenched.

There were seldom occasions however where you’d jerk or sucked her off. Your pouty lips wrapped around her cock perfectly, and you could deepthroat every inch. She never liked bobbing your head, but she subconsciously thrusted. Her cum tasted delectable on your tongue, so you usually gargled it all down.

Her groans were beautifully pitched—and noisy. Which was why it was a rare occasion. That and she hated messing up your perfect makeup.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ she ruts the hell out on you, especially after frustrating days from work. It’s always sloppy when she’s extra mopey.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ When YOU’RE in heat though, you’re a completely different person. When you came back to your shared home, you’d go straight to her laundry and sniff all her dirty clothes and undergarments. You were the one to beg her for her cock. The dominance doesn’t really leave you but it’s definitely a bit alleviated. Sevika secretly loves watching you nest and plead for her knot. She pumps her cock just thinking about it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You make Sevika fuck you doggy style. Hypocritical? For sure. But you loved giving her the freedom of doing whatever she wanted to you. If you felt extra petty or jealous that day (Sevika rarely misbehaved), you’d make it very clear that she gets to only see your piece of an ass than your face. It crushes her a lot knowing she can’t get off to your facial expressions if that’s the message.

“Pleaaaase baby, let me see your face.” She mumbled while her twitching cock thrusted into you for the eighth round tonight.

You yanked on her chain so her body would be pressed against your bare back.

“Thats not what you call me, pup.”

“M-mommy c’mon.” Her whines started to become prominent.

“So cocky now, hm? What happened to your manners baby?”

Her brain fogged at your words as she recollected her own. “Mommy! Please…please let me see your face.”

You giggled mid moan. “Much better. Mmm-fuck. Still not happening. You feel too good like this.”

Tears almost welted in her eyes while her face buried into your hickey covered neck.

“You’re so cruel, mama.”

Authors note ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱:

What ever happened to overly sweet and feminine owners and their obedient and grumpy butch puppy (っ◞‸◟ c)

[rotten-erotica]

i think people are misunderstanding what a “mean femme” is supposed to mean because no it’s not attractive or funny to be mean to butches/studs/mascs and talk about us like we’re ugly, dumb and think being the femme means you are allowed to talk to me however way you want to

i don’t know where the confusion happened but ummmm no i’m not going to allow someone to yell at me or treat me mean just bc i’m the butch and can “handle it”

“mean femmes” are supposed to be mean to those who are being lesbophobic/mean to butches/transphobic/etc. it doesn’t mean verbally abuse butch lesbians

i see this so often and it really irritates me so many people including other lesbians are just so mean to gnc lesbians

i love femmes don’t get me wrong but some femmes i see seriously are just mean towards us ESPECIALLY if they aren’t attracted to butches

maybe some people like that level of attitude or maybe i am sensitive but butches can be sensitive too

[vagvonfag]

*Zero beers in* we should all make out sloppy style