my girlfriend said sevika probably plays stardew valley on her shitty laptop and since she’s always right I had to draw that, so here’s sevika struggling to fish on stardew valley
The buzzing on the nightstand startled you. It was late; you’d been dozing, your book half-slid from your hand, the quiet hum of your apartment lulling you into a light half-sleep. When you blinked blearily at the screen, your chest gave a little flutter.
Grayson.
Your thumb swiped before your brain could second-guess. “Hello?” your voice came out sleep-heavy, soft.
“Darling,” Grayson’s raspy, deep tone slipped through the receiver like velvet. “Did I wake you?”
You sat up straighter, tucking the blanket around your waist as though she could see you. “No, no, I wasn’t really asleep. Just… Resting.” You chewed your lip, trying to smother the goofy grin spreading over your face. “Hi.”
“Hi, darling.” The words lingered, rich with warmth. Then Grayson sighed, the sound more like a soft exhale against your ear. “I hate to call with disappointing news, but I’m stuck at the precinct. An urgent matter. It’s one of those nights.”
You frowned, already missing her. “So, you’re not coming home yet?”
“Not for another few hours, at least,” she admitted. Her voice dipped a little lower. “I didn’t want you waiting up for me. You need your rest.”
“I like waiting for you,” you confessed before you could stop yourself. The line went quiet for a beat, and your face warmed. “Sorry, that sounded-”
“It sounded lovely,” she interrupted gently, amusement curling at the edges of her words. “Truly, it makes me want to hurry home. But I can’t leave this until it’s finished.”
You sank back against your pillows. “It’s okay. I just… I’m glad you called. I like your voice.”
There was another pause. This one different – heavier, stretched taut like a violin string. From her end of the call, you could hear the voices in the background become more distant, then a door closed.
She’d gone to her office.
Then Grayson’s voice, lower now, almost conspiratorial, “Do you?”
“Yes,” you whispered, your toes curling beneath the blanket.
“I like yours, too,” she murmured, her accent curling around each syllable, deliberate and controlled, like she knew exactly what her voice did to you. “Especially when it falters. When I can hear what you’re feeling.”
Your breath caught. Your mind jumped forward, a sudden reckless thought forming. “Do… Do you want to make me feel something now? With just your voice?”
The silence on the other end stretched again, then she let out the faintest chuckle, slow and dark. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I’d like that.”
Your thighs pressed together beneath the blanket. “Then do it.” Your voice came out smaller, needy. “Please?”
Grayson’s inhale was sharp and controlled. You heard the blinds of her office windows quickly being pulled down. “Tell me where you are.”
“In bed,” you murmured, tucking the phone closer to your ear as though that would draw her nearer. “I was reading before you called.”
“Mm. And what are you wearing?”
You flushed, glancing down at yourself. “Um… Just a big T-shirt. No bottoms.”
“Of course,” she purred, and you swore you could hear the smile in her voice. “I like imagining you like that. My girl curled up in bed, bare legs, waiting for me.”
You whined softly, curling your toes. “Grayson…”
“Yes, darling?” her voice dropped lower, smooth as honey.
“Say more,” you begged.
She chuckled low, a warm, velvety sound. “You want me to keep talking you through it? Of course you do. Sweet little thing, needy even just from my voice. I love that.”
You whimpered, thighs pressing together beneath her blanket. “I’m already wet,” you admitted, a whisper of confession, embarrassed but unable to keep it back.
“Good,” Grayson murmured, voice huskier now. “That’s how you should be for me, all the time. Touch yourself, now. Slowly. I want to picture it properly – your hand slipping under your shirt, down that soft little stomach, fingers pushing between your thighs.” She paused. “Are you doing it, darling?”
Your breath hitched. “Yes.”
“Describe it,” she demanded gently. “Use your words. Tell me what it feels like.”
You slid your fingers into your underwear, gasping softly as you found yourself slick. “It’s warm. Wet. My fingers are already covered.”
“Of course they are,” Grayson said, a faint tremor in her voice now. “That’s because you’re thinking about me. Thinking about how I’d spread you open, slide my fingers inside, stroke you until you were begging.”
You let out a shaky moan, pressing your fingers harder against yourself. “I am begging.”
Grayson’s breath came heavier, uncharacteristically unsteady. “Tell me what you want me to do to you when I get home.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, as though she were really there beside you, lips brushing your ear. “I want your mouth on me.”
“Where?” Grayson’s tone sharpened, teasing but edged with hunger.
“My… My clit.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” she groaned softly. “I’d wrap my lips around you, lick you slow, press my tongue just right until you were shaking. You’d grab at my hair, wouldn’t you? Pull me closer.”
“Yes! Yes, I would,” you gasped, fingers moving faster, hips rolling helplessly into your hand.
Grayson let out a quiet curse under her breath. “You always taste so good. I’d keep you there all night if I could. Nothing else on my tongue but you.”
You moaned loud enough you had to press your hand to your mouth. “Grayson… Please…”
“Don’t you dare hold back,” Grayson ordered softly, her voice cutting straight through you. “I want to hear every sound. Every moan. Every whimper. Give it all to me, I’ve earned it.”
Your body tensed, your fingers circling desperately, hips arching off the bed. “I’m close, I’m… Oh god…”
“Come for me,” she commanded, her voice velvet but unyielding. “Right now. Let me hear you fall apart.”
Your climax tore through you, sudden and overwhelming. You cried out, your moans broken and desperate into the phone, thighs trembling as you shook apart under your own touch, Grayson’s voice wrapping around you like a hand on your throat.
When you slumped back against the pillows, spent, the only sound your ragged breathing, and Grayson’s own uneven exhale on the other end.
After a pause, she spoke, her voice low and wrecked, the careful polish cracked. “Darling… You undo me.”
Your laugh came weak, breathless. “You didn’t even touch me.”
“I didn’t need to,” Grayson replied smoothly, though her voice still trembled faintly. “But I will later. Be ready for me, darling.”
Horny!Sevika who gets turned on by almost everything you do!!
Horny!Sevika who watches you start doing the dishes as she finishes her tower of a meal, you always make sure she's well fed. The mere thought of you taking care of her in such a subtle way dampens her boxers, causing her to shift around her seat. "You okay baby?" You ask in that sweet, caring tone. It kills her off, the next minute your sat up on the counter with her head between your legs.
Horny!Sevika who gets 'morning wood'. Bless her she can't help it, but when she wakes up and instantly feels your soft curves pressed up against her it gets her going. Whether your back is pressed up against her chest, your ass pressed snug into into her crotch. Or your curled up into her side with one leg sprawled over her. Her hands mindlessly roam your body, kneading your curves until she can't take it anymore. Either quietly stuffing her own hand into her boxers, desperately rubbing her clit until she's groaning softly into your neck, or she grinds against your ass until she orgasms. Either way, she wakes up impossibly wet every morning.
Horny!Sevika cannot watch you clean, whenever you announce your going to clean the house she has to leave. Or you wouldn't get anything done. Bending over while your mopping? Not for long she's up behind you, pulling you onto the nearest peice of furniture and eating your little cunt. You want to change the bedding? Nope. She's 'helping you out' by grabbing her strap and pounding into you over and over again until you ruin the new sheets and have to change them AGAIN.
Horny!Sevika who finds new things everyday that gets her going. Today was no different. You had dragged her grocery shopping, "Vika, do you prefer the brown bread or white? You eat it the most when I make you lunches for work.." you mumble while looking down at you little list, lip pulled between your teeth. "Whichever doll, all tastes the same..." And yep, she's wet, rubbing her thighs together with each step, since that moment she hadn't took her hand off your lower back as it kept wondering down to cup your ass. "Vika! Not here..." you giggle. Sevika wasn't against semi public sex, within 5 minutes you were in the bathrooms sat up on the counter as she curled her fingers into your needy cunt, watching you fall apart on her hand.
Horny!Sevika who was watching you get ready, trying to fasten the clasp on your necklace and fail again and again. The small pout on your face as you got more frustrated made her feral. She stood up and in a few long strides was behind you, fastening the necklace with care. "Look too damn good today princess..." Sevika pulled your hair to one side, kissing and nibbling on your neck, hands cupping your tits and kneading them in her hands. You let out a small whimper of need and her hands are in your bra, pulling and tweaking your nipples until your squirming and begging her to fuck you.
Horny!Sevika who was overly protective of you, so when you got back from wherever you went, soaked to the bone from the rain. She was on you in seconds. "Shouldn't be out in this weather dressed like this doll." Though her protective instincts were quickly replaced by desire when she saw your drenched shirt. White. Nipples pebbled underneath the fabric from the cold. Your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. Her excuse to get you in the bath was that you needed to warm up, she climbed in behind you, hand slipping between your legs to bring you to multiple orgasms before cleaning you up. Did she orgasm just from touching you? Yes. But she couldn't give one shit about it. She was needy for you. Always.
Horny!Sevika who was grumpy as fuck a few days before her period, grumbling about everything being in her way. When she got home, you knelt between her legs, to unlace her boots and take them off, caring so deeply for her. But the mere sight of you between her legs, looking up at her with those soft, doe eyes had her soaked instantly, shifting her hips. "Vika... do you need me to help with that too?.." your hands go to her belt and within 2 minutes of having your soft, gentle mouth on her greedy pussy she's cumming all over your face. She can't help it.
Horny!Sevika who can't stop looking at you in that dress. Her hands were on you. All. Day. "Vika... what's gotten you so worked up today? I didn't do anything..." you giggle as she squeezes your hips, pulling you flush against her own chest. "You don't have to do anything to drive me wild doll... that's the fuckin' problem. Just the sight of you, the fact that you exsist is enough to make me want to drop to my knees and worship you." So she does, sinking to her knees, she lifts up your dress, hiking one of your thighs over her shoulder. She kisses you through your panties, too feral to remove them at first, but then she gets desperate, ripping the skimpy fabric off and stuffing her tongue deep into your needy, sopping hole. "God... Vika please..." dragging her tongue upto your clit, she sucks and licks on the senstive nub until your coating her tongue with your sweet release. Standing up she pulls your dress down, pockets your ripped panties and goes back to whatever she was doing before, satisfied... for now.
Horny!Sevika who can't be trusted to do the laundry anymore. Everytime she tries to not get distracted, she really does. But when she sees your lace panties in the hamper, she tells herself just a quick sniff, just one. Too many times you've caught her in the bathroom, your used panties in her hand, desperately rubbing them on her puffy, wet pussy. Humping the skimpy fabric like it personally wronged her. "Fuckin'- damn it woman your gonna be the death of me..." she groaned as she came on your used panties, before tossing them back into the hamper and leaving the launry until tomorrow... where the cycle would continue. Hence she's now banned for doing the laundry.
Horny!Sevika who watched you from the couch on christmas day as you played with your niece, gasping and giggling as you both played with her new barbie dolls. Your sister passed your nephew, a newborn. And watching you sit there, with a baby in your arms, still playing with your niece like it was the easiest thing in the world... the all too familiar feeling of her slick folds clinging to her wet boxers resurfaced. That night the minute you got home she was dragging you to the bedroom, you didn't protest anymore it was normal. Settling for a "what did I do this time?" With a small chuckle.
10 minutes later, with her strap buried deep in your cunt the reason sills from her lips. "Gonna put a fuckin' baby in you... fuck gonna put so many babies in this fucking perfect belly... get you all swollen and round..." you resisted dampening her mood by reminding her that the strap couldn't get you pregnant. She made you orgasm multiple times before she finally let go herself, the feel of the harness dragging against her clit with each thrust becoming too much. "There you go mama... did so good putting a baby in me..." you coo. And Sevika starts up again, you calling her mama made her realise no matter what you did, as long as you existed, she would always need you.
A student aspiring to become a sheriff finds herself captivated by Sheriff Grayson, whose lectures and mentorship ignite both admiration and a slow-burning attraction. As the student diligently follows her, taking notes and learning from her every move, Grayson gradually notices and engages with her, teasing, encouraging, and drawing her closer. What begins as professional mentorship subtly evolves into mutual desire, culminating in a charged, passionate connection that neither can resist.
The lecture hall buzzed with nervous energy as students shuffled their papers and adjusted their seats. You sat in the very front row, clutching your notebook tightly, pen already poised and ready. Today was special. Sheriff Grayson herself was coming to speak about real enforcer work, and you weren't about to miss a single word.
When she walked in, your breath caught. You'd seen her from a distance before, of course, everyone in Piltover knew Sheriff Grayson by reputation if not by sight. But up close, she was even more striking. The way she carried herself, the quiet confidence in her movements, the sharp intelligence in her dark eyes as they swept the room. Your heart did something embarrassing in your chest, and you ducked your head, hoping the heat in your cheeks wasn't obvious.
Grayson began speaking about patrol procedures, conflict de-escalation, and the weight of responsibility that came with the enforcer badge. Her voice was rich and measured, and you found yourself hanging on every word - not just for the educational value, but because you could listen to her talk for hours.
You scribbled notes frantically, but found yourself stealing glances at her whenever you could. The way she moved when demonstrating proper stance, how her eyes lit up when discussing the more philosophical aspects of justice, the small smile that appeared when a student asked a particularly thoughtful question.
You were absolutely, hopelessly smitten.
After the lecture, as other students filed out chattering excitedly, you lingered. Your heart hammered as you approached where Grayson was packing up her materials.
"Sheriff Grayson?" Your voice came out smaller than intended, and you mentally kicked yourself. "I just wanted to thank you. That was incredible."
She looked up, and when her eyes met yours directly, you felt your knees go slightly weak. "You're the one who was taking notes like your life depended on it," she said, and was that amusement in her voice?
Heat rushed to your cheeks. "I - yes, ma'am. I want to learn everything I can."
"I noticed." There was definitely a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth now, and it made your stomach flutter. "What's your name?"
When you told her, she repeated it thoughtfully, and hearing your name in her voice made you feel dizzy in the best way. "Well then, I'll see you next week."
----
True to her word, Grayson returned the following week. And the week after that. Each time, you claimed the same seat in the front row, and each time you caught yourself staring just a little too long.
It was embarrassing how obvious your crush probably was, but you couldn't help yourself. Everything about her fascinated you - the way she commanded respect without demanding it, how she could silence a room with just a look, the passion that crept into her voice when she talked about protecting people.
What you didn't notice was how Grayson had started looking for you in the crowd, or how her eyes lingered when she found you diligently taking notes with that adorable furrow of concentration between your brows.
It was after the fourth lecture that she approached you as you gathered your things as slowly as you possibly could.
"Walk with me," she said simply.
You nearly dropped your notebook. Walking beside her felt surreal, and you had to resist the urge to pinch yourself.
"You know," she said conversationally, "I've been teaching these sessions for a month now, and I've started looking forward to seeing what catches your attention enough to make it onto that page?."
The casual admission made your heart skip. Your throat went dry, and you managed only a choked, "Oh- uh-” The casual admission made your heart skip.
Grayson’s lips curved into a chuckle, rich and low. "You're the most engaged student I've ever taught. Yesterday when I mentioned the importance of observing body language, I watched you immediately start studying everyone in the room."
She'd been watching you. The thought made warmth pool in your stomach. "I want to be like you," you admitted quietly, then felt brave enough to add, "When I graduate, I mean. I just… want to do the job right. Like you do.… I admire you. So much."
Grayson stopped walking and turned to face you. Something flickered across her expression - surprise, maybe? "That's… that's very kind of you to say."
There was a subtle shift in her tone, gentler than before, and it gave you the courage to speak. “It’s true. You set the kind of example I want to follow.”
For a moment, Grayson just looked at you, unreadable. Then her expression eased. “You really believe that?”
“I do,” you said quietly.
Something shifted between you in that moment, though you couldn't quite name what.
----
After that, things changed. Grayson started inviting you to observe her actual work, and what had begun as professional mentorship took on undertones that made your pulse quicken.
"You're still taking notes," she observed one afternoon during patrol, but her tone was fond rather than questioning.
"Force of habit," you replied, trying not to blush at the warmth in her voice. "Plus, I don't want to forget anything you do."
"Anything I do?" There was something almost flirtatious in the way she said it, and when you looked up, you caught her watching you with an expression that made your breath catch.
"I mean - your techniques, your approach - " you stammered.
"I know what you meant." Her smile was soft, almost tender. "Though I have to admit, it's been a long time since someone paid such careful attention to… well, to me."
The way she said it made something flutter in your chest. "Thats a shame. You're fascinating."
"You're very sweet," she said quietly, and there was something almost vulnerable in her voice. "And very kind to an old sheriff who's forgotten what it feels like to be… appreciated."
"You're not old," you protested immediately, then caught yourself. "And anyone who doesn't appreciate you is an idiot."
Grayson laughed, a soft, amused sound. “Careful, you’ll make me think too highly of myself.”
“You should,” you said, surprising yourself with how steady your voice sounded. “You do good work.”
The look she gave you then was so intense it made your knees weak, and you had the wild thought that maybe - just maybe - you weren't the only one feeling something here.
----
The shift happened gradually. Grayson started finding excuses to spend more time with you - a hand lingering on your shoulder when she was explaining something, standing close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, catching you staring and holding your gaze just a beat too long.
The tension was becoming unbearable.
"You're distracted today," she observed one evening as you sat in her office, supposedly reviewing case files but actually stealing glances at the way her shirt pulled across her shoulders.
"Sorry," you mumbled, forcing your eyes back to the papers. "Just tired."
"Tired?" There was amusement in her voice. "Or thinking about something else?"
When you looked up, you found her leaning back in her chair, studying you with an intensity that made heat pool low in your stomach. The knowing look in her eyes suggested she was very aware of where your attention had been.
"I don't know what you mean," you said, but your voice came out breathier than intended.
Grayson stood and moved around the desk, perching on the edge right next to where you sat. The proximity made your pulse spike.
"You've been watching me," she said quietly. "More than usual."
"I always watch you. It's educational."
"Is that what we're calling it?" Her voice dropped lower, and she reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch sent electricity down your spine. "Because the way you've been looking at me lately doesn't feel particularly… academic."
Your breath hitched. "Grayson…"
"I know," she said softly. "I feel it too."
The admission hung between you, heavy with possibility. You could feel the careful professional boundaries you'd both maintained starting to crumble.
"This is complicated," you whispered.
"It doesn't have to be." Her fingers traced along your jawline, and you couldn't suppress the small sound that escaped you. "We're both adults. And after your graduation…"
"That's months away."
"Then we'll be very careful." Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and your eyes fluttered closed. "Very… discreet."
When you opened your eyes, she was closer than before, her gaze dark with want. The air between you felt charged, dangerous.
"What are you suggesting?" you asked, though your body was already leaning toward hers.
"I'm suggesting," she said, her voice low and rough, "that I've spent weeks trying not to think about what it would feel like to kiss you properly. To touch you. To hear you say my name when there's no one else around."
The words sent heat racing through you. "Grayson…"
"Like that," she breathed, and then her mouth was on yours.
This kiss was nothing like the sweet, tentative one before. This was hungry, desperate, months of tension finally finding release. Her hands tangled in your hair as you pressed closer, your own hands fisting in her shirt.
When you broke apart, you were both breathing hard.
"We shouldn't - " you started.
"No," she agreed, but her hands were still in your hair, her forehead resting against yours. "We absolutely shouldn't."
"Someone could - "
"The door's locked."
"This is your office - "
"And I'm the sheriff." Her smile was wicked. "I make the rules."
You laughed despite yourself, and she kissed you again, softer this time but no less heated. When her mouth moved to your neck, you couldn't hold back the soft gasp that escaped you.
"I've wanted this for so long," you admitted breathlessly.
"How long?" she murmured against your skin.
"Since the first day. Since you walked into that lecture hall."
She pulled back to look at you, her expression intense. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you? How hard it's been to maintain professional distance when all I wanted was to pull you close and - "
"And what?" you challenged, emboldened by the desire in her eyes.
Her smile was dangerous. "And kiss you until you can't think straight.
Touch you until you forget your own name."
The words sent fire through your veins. "What's stopping you now?"
"Nothing," she said, and captured your mouth again, deeper this time, more demanding. When she finally pulled away, you were both breathing hard. "Absolutely nothing."
Thinking of Sevika pussy print and I think you'd appreciate it.
Like, pretty girl not wearing underwear (honestly I don't think they're common in Zaun, bras and panties and shit are probably considered Piltie stuff cause the cost (WHY ARE BRAS SO EXPENSIVE BRO) in my brain, but idk) to tease reader or maybe she just doesn't like them, then coming home and manspreading just to see the outline through her tight ass pants.
Maybe reader is butch and subby Sevika calls reader daddy??
Sevika lived to tease you. She loved doing it, just letting her plump ass push out whenever she was working out, more than necessary just to see the way your brow twitched and throat bobbed when you gulped. Sevika was so not subtle about the shit she did either. She made sure you knew she wanted you. And today was no different, when you saw her walk around the bar with those tight pants on— you knew she was planning something. Scheming.
Right when she reached for her glass of whiskey, you saw the clear print of her pussy. The fabric of her pants clung to every crease giving you and every other patron who stared her down— a very clear, lewd, slutty scene. You didn’t say anything. You knew that’s exactly what she wanted. You wouldn’t play into her little trap.
But she pushed it, she sat down right beside you with a deck of cards, shuffling it— while she did so, her legs slowly spread out to give a clear view of the imprint of her sopping cunt. Your grip tightened around your glass, you didn’t say a thing.
Oh, but the moment you got home, you charged— your hands pulled down her pants as you whispered, “think it’s funny to show daddy’s property to others, don’t you?”
Sevika swallowed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You rolled your eyes, “I don’t buy it for a second,” your fingers plunged in her hole making her gasp and grab the wall behind her, her knees buckled but she held her balance. “I know you know exactly what I’m talking about,” you curled your fingers in that one spot that made Sevika cry out— “daddy, you’re being so rough.”
“And yet, you’re throbbing for more,” you leaned closer, “what a pathetic bitch.” your hands knew her body, every little angle and spot that made her whimper and push for more. “Tell daddy you’ve been bad.”
“I haven’t…” Sevika whispered, eyebrows knitted together as she felt three of your digits pump into her with vigor, her mouth opened and you thought she’d confess to her teasing but the only thing that came out was a deep, guttural moan, “daddy, please, you feel amazing.”
“I shouldn’t even be fucking you,” you thrusted deeper, pulling out and adding a fourth digit. Sevika’s pussy took you so well as she tightened around your fingers. “You’ve been a brat the entire night, I should be chastising your cunt.”
“N-no, I’m sorry—”
Your fist slid inside her pussy— drenched with her slick arousal making it easy to fist her. Her eyes widened and her abs flexed,”d-d-daddy,” she couldn’t form a word as your knuckles pushed against her entrance and your entire hand slipped in her pussy. You smirked, satisfied as you started fisting her cunt roughly. The sounds her pussy made under your torment was delicious, her screams paired with them made it a heavenly experience. “There we go, that’s my needy little slut,” you laughed, “lookin’ good, mamas.”
“I can’t, I’m sorry, daddy— fuck! Fu-fuck!” Sevika cried out before she came around your hand. You slowly pulled it out, entire hand drenched with her pussy juices and Sevika sunk to the floor on her knees, breathing heavily.
“That’s where you belong, don’t forget that,” you pushed your boot forward, “now hump, pup.”
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