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Arcane ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─
Sevika: ( i dont write her 4 men ) + ranked in order of most popular — to least >>> rules at the end <<<
" Sevikas Boss " PART 1 // PART 2
" I hear your call " pirate sevika and siren reader PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3
" Take a hint " PART 1 // PART 2
" Sail the Seven Seas " pirate sevika ! PART 1 //
" Royal Blood " PART 1 // PART 2
" Taking care of her " being her cute housewife!
" Pretty Piltie " counciler sevika meets you
" Princess " sevika doesnt like creeps
" Smokey kisses "
"Sevika, Ambessa, Grayson" HCS for them
" Cuddling the Butches "
" Council member Sevika "
" Wont lose you. "
" Late night care " bathing her
" A little love "
" Safeword " using your safeword
" My Best Friend " she is your gay awakening
" Secrets "
" Gym Day "
" First Time " virgin reader
WIPS ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
" Dump him "
MISCELLANEOUS ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
" Stolen Glances " ekko x reader
i write for any characters from arcane, other than minors.
im okay with light nsfw, but if you send in an nsfw, ask, and i dont answer it, its probably bc i didnt want to— but feel free
if i dont answer your ask within a week— RESEND!! my ask box likes to eat my asks...help..
i don't repost on this account unless i REALLY want u guys to see it (so fanart, etc). i keep my page to just fics and original posts mostly
if you want to be mutuals, PLEASEEE ask, i wont say no i promise
How do you think sevika would react if her partner said the safe word? I NEED TO KNOW PLEASE
And i really love your work, thank you so much!!
Safeword 𓂃۶ৎ
thank you for the ask! and the complement, i dont know what your guys' safe word would be, knowing sevika it would just be safeword, nothing sexy, also funfact i usually write my captions before my fics so idrk if this is gonna hcs or a fic so a mystery for us both ig
masterlist , like 800 words idk i kinda hate this
Sevika had a rough day, and it was obvious through the way she manhandled you that night, teeth marks strewn about your body, as well as light bruises.
You were starting to get more tired by the minute, hands barely grasping her back whilst she towered over her.
The sticky sweat on your body and the heat of the room started to get overwhelming, and you felt as if you might suffocate in the heavy air.
Her thick fingers were sloppily fucking your entrance, making you groan in overstimulation.
You lightly tapped her back, murmuring your shared safeword, before throwing your head back out of exhaustion.
Sevika would hesitate a bit before realizing what you said and coming to a stop. She feels a bit bad for her roughness and reaches to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. (with not the coochie juice fingers)
Her lips that framed previously gritted teeth were now pressed together in a small pout.
She pulls you into her lap, your head now lulling onto her shoulder she runs a rough hand up your back and through your hair.
Her thick fingers untangle some of the knots she caused.
"Sorry. Are you okay?"
You hum in response, causing Sevika to furrow her brows, pulling your face from her shoulder. She plants a kiss, much gentler than before, to your eyelid.
This is the gentlest you've seen her all week (mostly because you haven't seen her much). Your interactions mostly consisted of a small peck or her ranting angerly about Silco.
Scooping you up, she carries you on her hip to the bathroom, running a wash cloth under warm water to rub down your skin.
Planting kisses down your neck, she mutters apologies into the bruises she left.
If you shiver from the coldness of the counter, she's immediately pulling you back into her, cradling you while she wipes your face with a damp hand.
She's taking her tie out of her hair to secure yours, pulling the uncomfortable stray strands from your face.
Although she does take a moment to admire your state, hair messy and lips swollen, looking up at her through lidded eyes.
Offering you a guilty smile, she carries you back to the bedroom, gently laying you atop the sheets.
Sevika tilts your chin up to pour cool water in your mouth, contrasting the hot kiss that comes after it.
She lets you lay atop her chest, offering her warmth as another apology.
And its definitely her turn to make breakfast in the morning.
very short, whoops writers block threw multiple bricks at me and broke all my fingers so i cant write properly
DADS FRIEND SEVIKA.... need her... sneaking around w her and stuff , possibly hcs
Secrets 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚
i keep saying this but this is one of my favorite tropes... your age gap with her i tried to make somewhat reasonable so its not too extreme, and NOT ILLEGAL , and yes this is hcs kinda i guess. summary: sevika is your dads best friend, and your secret gf...
masterlist , mild nsfw
Sevika never had feelings for you up until the day you got back from collage. You seem to have matured more, at least in her eyes. But to your dad, you were still his little girl.
That's why she felt guilty for the thoughts she was starting to harbor for you. She supressed them as much as she physically could, but the way you looked at her and interacted with her made it near impossible.
The way you brought her water when she was all sweaty and dirty from helping your dad work on his car, your soft eyes meeting hers with a smile on your lips. It was so innocent yet you were drawing her in perfectly.
When you sat on the counter of the kitchen, engaging in conversation with her and your father she eyed the way your plush thighs contrasted against the marble.
You knew she liked you, and you felt the same way, for a long time actually, even when she didnt spare you a glance.
So you made sure to hug her a little tighter, and a little longer before she left. Looking up at her through your eyelashes, and delivering an innocent peck on the cheek.
At family gatherings you would let her pull out your chair for you, making sure she noticed the curve of your ass as you sat down.
Finally, she had enough.
When you were helping her bring boxes into the attic you had your back almost flush to her as you bent over to set down a large box.
"You know what you're doing"
Sevika grunted, pulling you into her warmth and slamming her lips into yours. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when you didn't bother retaliating and pulled her in closer.
The only thing that was holding her back is the scorn of your family. What would they think?
But it obviously wasn't holding her back, as for the next few weeks before you could speak to her in private again, she was always shooting you small glances and smirks.
And of course, you always returned them, brushing a hand down her toned arm when your dad wasn't looking, then switching to a firm pat when he turned around.
About three weeks later was the first time you guys could converse (kind of) privately, away from the rest of your family. She had told your father that she wanted to take you out on a 'girls' night.'
You knew better.
Your face flushed red when she asked right in front of you, knowing your dad would happily agree, overjoyed that his best friend and daughter were spending more time together.
To your surprise, she did take you out, on a nice dinner. You talked for a long time about your feelings for each other, it was mostly Sevika nodding and grunting in agreement. (Sometimes face palming at your eagerness.)
She took you to her home, more specifically, her room. She showed you what you were missing out on in college.
Sevika's hands are definitely more experienced than the women you were with previously, her calloused palms circling your hips and tracing your inner thighs.
You rode her thick thigh as she pressed a finger to your clit, cooing into your ear. She helped you ride out your orgasm until your head was resting on her shoulder, eyes slipping closed.
Sevika pushed your head back.
"Have to get you home at the curfew your dad set, yeah?"
You groaned, remembering your dad wanted you back by 11 PM for dinner. Your whole body protested as she lifted you from your position, helping clothe you.
You felt like a newborn deer, just learning how to walk, as you limped to the bathroom to freshen up.
When you finished, you came back to Sevika on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, and a cigarillo between her scarred lips.
You almost jumped into her lap at the sight before she got up, putting a hand on your waist to lead you to the door.
When you got home, you headed straight to your room, unable to look your dad in the eyes so soon. You could hear his and Sevikas' conversation.
"Yep, took good care of her alright."
From then on you both vowed to never let your family find out, not anytime soon anyway.
When nobody was looking, she would deliver a smack to your butt, but you were unable to do anything when she immediately delved into conversation with your father.
Sometimes, she slept over if she stayed a little too late, and you would visit her in the guest bedroom, trying your best to stay quiet. (Her hand is always over your mouth)
She slings her arm around your shoulder, and nobody thinks anything of it, but you see her small smirk.
When Sevika's fixing your sink, you sit on the counter above her while she lays on her back on the floor, reaching up to fiddle with the pipes. You can't see her upper half, but what you can see is her V line peeking out from under her shirt.
If she saw you bringing any friends over, she would raise an eyebrow before you reassured her with a wave and smile.
But she would still hover around the door of your room to make sure.
Your father trusts you going over to her home, so you linger there often, a lot of your clothes and other items litter her bedroom and bathroom
this took so fucking long and the armor sucked all the life force out of me but HEY here's knight!sevika inspired by @gravegoer 's super wonderful fic!!!!
ok ok hiiiii hope your doing well! Um this may be odd, but, imagine an au where fem reader sleeps in the same bed as best friend sevika but place a few pillows between each other because fem reader believes she's not into girls despite her best friend being an absolute hottie 😞
My Best Friend ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
this is ALSO one of my fav tropes, so thank you for this.. and yes I'm doing well ty summary: sevika could treat u better than he can !!! never let a man stop you from finding your wife. thats the moral for tday.
masterlist , new fic, sevika is your dads best friend..
Sevika has been your best friend for a few years (although she would never admit it) and shes seen you through your best and worst.
After breakups with shitty men, she knows to find you at the last drop, laughing at your drunken state before dragging you home.
This was one of those nights.
She had you slung over her shoulder while she keyed the lock on her door, grunting at your head that lulled on her shoulder, "Are we home..?"
Sevika nodded, dragging you through the doorway and sitting you on the couch gently. She grabbed a glass from the kitchen and filled it with water for you. Her heavy shoes thudded on the wooden floor as she made her way back to you.
Sitting beside you, she held your chin, pouring water into your mouth, "I don't like seeing you with those blunder-heads."
You gulped down the cold water greedly, attempting to soothe the dryness in your throat. You held her by the wrist to steady her hand.
Sevika scoffed, and you knew she was referring to your exes. You giggled at her seriousness, "I don't think I like being with them."
You felt the pressure lift from your head, feeling more sober. Clinging to Sevikas arm, you sighed, looking up at her. "You're lucky you dont have to deal with boyfriends."
Her features twisted, contorting into a sour look, "You don't have to either."
"Hm?" You hummed, mindlessly tracing the rim of your glass.
"I mean, you could always try women."
You laughed and said teasingly, "Like at the brothel?"
Her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed, lips almost pulled into a pout, "No, no, like a girlfriend."
"What? Are you volunteering?" You smacked her on the arm and laid back further into the couch.
She smirked, Sevika’s cocky demeanor returning to her, "I wouldn't mind teaching you a few things."
You made a fake sound of disgust but laughed afterward. Although you couldn't deny she was beautiful, her thick arm was warm in your hold, and the angles of her face softened when you spoke.
Sevika treated you like no man ever had before. She was sweet in her own way, ans actually listened to what you had to say. You know she would never do anything to hurt you, and infact she was the one that picked you up after you got hurt.
You had never been interested in women, but Sevika definitely piqued your interest. Maybe it was all the memories you shared or the way she treated you. But maybe it was the way her V line connected to the waistband of her pants, emphazised by the warm light, the way her hair stuck to her sharp jaw that clenched under your gaze.
She interrupted your thoughts, "It's late, you should get to bed."
"Already? You aren't going to stay?"
She smirked again, revealing the flattering gao between her teeth, "All you have to do is ask, doll."
Heat rose to your face at the nickname. Maybe it was just the alcohol in your system, but it was starting to get hotter. You bit your lip, looking up at her through your lashes, "Please stay Sevika, I'll even make you breakfast before you leave in the morning."
That was music to her ears. At that, she stood up, grabbing your waist to take you with her. Eventually, she got tired of your stumbling and slowness and picked you up, arm under your legs, and prosthetic on your upperback.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck, throwing your head back dramatically. She shook her head at your playfulness while kicking open your door.
Sevika tossed you onto the bed as gently as possible, and your eyes widened at the suggestive position you were in. She loomed over you, shadowing your body. Your knees were slightly bent and legs spread, almost inviting her between.
You could imagine her crawling up to you, hands pushing your knees apart to draw your face into hers. Instead, she sat beside you, leaning against the headboard and lighting a cigar.
Rolling your eyes, you pulled the blankets over you and laid facing away from her. She snickered at your mood change and patted you on the shoulder, "I want pancakes."
You didn't respond, humming at the thought of food. For the next several minutes, you could hear her mindlessly flicking her zippo top open and closed, flame flicking on and off.
You imagined her thick fingers against the cool metal, fire illuminating her always-bruised knuckles. Then, you imagined her fingers on your waist, then in your hair—
You groaned, shoving your face in the pillow, attempting to drown out the thoughts. The sound of her zippo halted before a small tiss, was heard.
You could feel the weight shift behind you as she moved to lay down, resting a hand on your back. Shimmying away from her touch, you rolled over to face her.
Sevika's eyes opened, and you immediately missed the peaceful look on her face. Now her brow was cocked and her lips curled downward.
Her grey eyes bore into yours as you spoke, "Only my girlfriend should be touching me in bed like that."
You mocked her words from earlier, but without any harshness. Her lips drew into a tight line, "I get it. You aren't into women. Im not trying anything funny."
She didn't have to say it because you knew she wouldn't. But a part of you didn't quite mind if she did.
"Okay, then—"
You picked up a few pillows, placing them between your bodies. "There."
She deadpanned, "Are you serious?"
You snickered, not responding, before turning back to your original position. After a few seconds, you heard her sigh and lay back down, definitely facing you. Sevika reached over the barrier to tug the blanket further up your frame, shielding you from the cold.
She treated you better than any man had, and you both knew it. Maybe you'll finally do something about it over some drinks tomorrow.
i laaaaauuuvvvvvvv best friend sevika, idk if ill make a part 2 tho, i have some more fics coming out soon, some kind of suggestive?? and nsfw..????!! so follow for that, all cumming this week
reader knoes sevika is always busy and leaves her post-it notes PLZZ ur writing is so fire iloveu
A Little Love .☘︎ ݁˖
thank you !! i love this because i love post-it notes. also, i have a bunch of fics in the roster rn, so expect to see your ask soon, hopefully
masterlist
Sevika wasn't usually home, often out on a mission or cleaning up for Silco, so you started to compromise a bit.
Sometimes, you make her lunch, and she protests every time you do so, saying her co-workers giggle at her for the cute lunchbox and organized meal. But in reality, she loves it, smiling to herself while she eats lunch after a long day.
And you had the bright idea to put a note for her to read with it.
"Don't push yourself too hard today, Love you ♡"
Her brows furrowed as she took the note off the lid of the lunch and shoved it in her pocket, making sure nobody else saw.
After she completed a successful mission, she would pull it out, smiling while she read it. (Its a little dirty but its okay)
This was only the beginning.
When she got up earlier than you to get to work, she was met with a post-it on the fridge.
"Dont skip breakfast today."
She huffed to herself, shaking her head and pulling the fridge open to grab an apple.
She grabs the small paper and puts it in her pocket before returning to your room to plant a small kiss on your head.
It was a particularly rough day on the job, and all she had to remind herself of you was the two papers in her pocket.
And trust she is rereading it as often as she can, she might as well be studying your handwriting.
When she got home, you were already asleep. But this was expected since it was well past midnight.
She stepped into the bathroom to freshen up, tugging her dirty clothes off to hop in the shower.
Her eyes trailed up the mirror, meeting with a soft pink note.
"Hello gorgeous ;)"
At that, she let out a throaty laugh at your mischief, grabbing it to throw on top of her pile of clothes.
You awoke while she was climbing into bed, delivering a warm kiss to her lips, "You saw the note?"
Sevika nodded, smirking at you, pulling you into her chest gently.
This time, it was her turn. Before she left, she wrote you something on a torn piece of paper. (Its the thought that counts)
"I'll be home early today. Wait for me"
This was a gateway to your everyday sticky note conversations
You left notes on her mechanical arm.
Notes on her weapons.
Notes in her cold spot in bed before she got home.
She left notes on your forehead before she left.
Notes in your bag.
Notes on the toilet when you wake up to take a piss.
Her pockets are full of little post-its, once she dropped one, and Silco picked it up, delivering it back to her with a grin.
From then on, she kept them in her nightstand drawer. She's embarrassed..
HI HI I just wanted to say how much I love your sevika x reader stories🤭 lwk makes my day!! I wash hoping to request sevika x reader where they both go to the gym and work out🤭😻 (I would think abt her when I'm at the gym😣) live laugh love sevika 😍
Gym Day ── ✦
this took so long ! ! i had a lot of side projects but... i relate.. and i dont know how i didnt think about writing it before. here you go, ily
masterlist
You and Sevika often went to the gym separately. There was a small one across the street that not many people went to, and she recommended you go there.
Sevika often came back sweaty and tired, in need of a massage, and it made you curious as to what her workout was.
She found it silly that you were embarrassed to ask to come with, knowing you usually went alone.
The first time you went together, you had her gym bag slung over your shoulder. She teased you about how you struggled to carry it, eventually taking from you, using one hand to show off.
It was her arm day, and she stripped off her dark T-shirt to reveal a tight black tank top underneath. She lacked her metal arm as a precaution from injuries.
You help spot her even though you most likely wouldnt be able to do anything if she couldnt bench the weight.
The view was nice, though. Veins bulged out of her scarred arm, sweat dripping off her forehead while she gritted her teeth— grunting while she pushed the weight up.
You got distracted for a bit, staring at her, and your hands slipped from under the bar.
"Focus, doll"
Her voice was strained, and breath heavy, coming out in short huffs.
Eventually, she would tease you by benching your body weight, showing she can definitely handle you. (Maybe in the privacy of your own home, she would bench YOU. One hand on your shoulder blades and prosthetic on your lower back.)
She asks you to feel her bicep after she does curls, her pump is GOOD.
Likes to show off for you, so she's definitely ego lifting, she wont hurt herself though, you know that.
(She would do hip thrusts with you on her lap and you would go flying, its okay though because her grip on your hips is mad)
If you were doing squats, she would spot for you and be a little too close than you needed. Hand on your hip, even though that's definitely not where her hand should be.
But unlike you, if you actually needed help, she would be able to catch the weight, but not without a little teasing afterward.
You tried her protein shake, and that shit is rancid. Somehow, she enjoys it, but she dranks the strongest whiskey at the bar, so it's not much on her.
If your legs are shakey after leg day, she is carrying you back, over her shoulder, and smirking.
You take turns massaging eachothers back after the gym, maybe after gym showers together.
Not much showering going on though.
thank you for this ask, i loved writing it
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i personally love this AU and i hope you guys do too.. for some ODD reason i havent gotten many asks about it but here u guys go summary: sevika helps u get ready for your ball, and a little jealousy
masterlist , part 1
It had been around a week since the night Sevika basically cradled you to sleep. Unfortunately, you didn't see her around much, feeling a bit lonelier without her presence to keep you company.
It's possible she felt guilty for having her hands all over the princess, thinking it's not her place. But in reality, she was just trying her best to resist you. She kept herself busy with mundane and useless tasks, but still hovering close enough to keep an eye on you.
And your plans for her didn't make it much easier for her to hold back.
During the week that your parents were absent on a trip, they had reluctantly allowed you to host a ball. Seeing as this was the perfect way to prove to your parents that you were capable of being responsible you had to insure everything went as planned.
You had your butler customize invitations and send them to a select few noble families. Even though you would have much rather invited your average friends, ruckus had to be avoided, and your friends would most likely cause more trouble than they intend.
Now it was the morning of the big day, despite your mind being set on Sevika the whole morning you had managed to pull yourself out of bed, still in your nightgown, and go downstairs.
As always breakfast was waiting for you on the table, you internally thanked the chef as you dug into your meal, savoring the flavors. The large window in front of you showcased the front of your castle, Sevika stood outside, simply watching passerbyers as if suspecting each and every one.
You laughed to yourself at how seriously she took her job, wondering what was on her mind. You set your plate aside and strode to the double doors to take a breath of fresh air (talk to Sevika).
You emerged, and the cold stone of the stairs nipped at your bare feet. She shot you a questioning look before you spoke, “So.. the ball is today”
“I know, i'll be on guard duty.”
You scoffed at her seriousness, “Really? This is my big day, and you aren't even going to show up. You've been cold this week.”
She sighed and her shoulders seemed to slump a bit, “Apologies, is there anything you want?”
“Yes!” You groaned, “Just— can you at least help me get ready tonight?”
She cocked an eyebrow at your question, “Isn’t that what your personal maid is for?”
“Well– I need help picking something to wear, and my maid is supposed to be bias. She will like anything i do, and you’d tell me the truth right?”
Sevika nodded, giving in a bit.
“Great! I admire your honesty, truely. Join me in my quarters tonight at 6:00.”
Before she could protest you were stepping back inside all giddy. It seemed you would finally get some time to yourself with Sevika. I mean she couldn't deny an order, Right?
..
Right.
Sevika showed up to your door at exactly 6:00 PM, punctual as always. You greeted her with a smile, now changed into a different stay-at-home outfit. You had been lounging around your room for most of the day while waiting for Sevika to arrive.
The balcony door in your room was open, and there were books strewn about your bed. She shook her head at your carelessness and walked over to the balcony, pulling the door shut.
“You know anyone could come in through there right?” She stated sternly.
“To my balcony on the second floor?” You laughed, "Whatever you say, I guess you're the boss around here."
She let out a small laugh that could be mistaken for a scoff and turned to your quite large closet, motioning for you to open it. You pulled the doors open to reveal your plethora of dresses and other garments. Sevika sighed at the fullness as you started to push around the dresses, looking for a color you liked.
After some time, you held up two dresses, and Sevika cringed at them, “That one isn’t fit for a ball, and that one is just—” You groaned, interrupting her.
“You said you were looking for honest, not biased.”
Shaking your head you dove back into the clothes, hands emerging with a beautifully embroidered dress, and another that was similar in style with a low V neckline. Sevika looked contemplative for a moment before motioning to the changing divider, “Try them on for me.”
You crossed your arms, “Well, I cant put them on myself, I need help with the corset.”
You said this like it was common sense, but Sevika looked at you incredulously, not expecting you to ask for something like that from her. She grabbed the corset that was on the ground and the second dress from your hand, “Okay, lets get this over with.”
..
"Fuck, Sevika its too tight," you grunted, hands gripping onto the back of a wooden chair.
Sevika had a knee between your legs, roughly pulling at the strings of a white corset. You were just about to be pulled back by her strength if it wasn't for her leg holding you in place.
"Why the fuck would you put yourself through this," she mumbled through gritted teeth.
You yelped in response, and she finally opted to finish tugging and tied it diligently in the back. Breathing a sigh of relief, you slumped forward on the chair, pushing further into Sevikas leg.
Her hands found your waist before she teasingly asked, "Tight enough?"
You nodded, somewhat annoyed with her sarcastic tone, and grabbed the dress that was on the seat of the chair. Sevika backed up and looked away to try and give you even an ounce of privacy as you tugged it over your head.
The dress hugged your curves in the torso and fell around your legs perfectly, with not too much poof and just enough embroidery. It touched the floor and covered your feet, trailing elegantly with you.
Sevika almost gawked at the sight, most definitely eyeing the V neck of the dress. She was glad she picked it.
"You look ready for a ball," she smirked.
"Aww, that's all you have to say?" You giggled, twirling around.
The small twinkle in your eye made her swoon, and she laid a hand on your waist, "You look beautiful, princess."
You smiled at her action, feeling the gentleness from that night return. It's like you broke down her walls in a second, with nothing but a mere look. You all but pried her hand from your waist, flitting over to your vanity.
Grabbing a clip and a comb, you motioned for Sevika to follow you.
"You know I can't do hair, don't push your luck with me. The corset was as far as I'll go," she crossed her arms as if she were putting a foot down.
"No, silly, let me do yours. If you won't dress up for my ball, this is the least you can do," You giggled, pushing her down into your plush vanity stool.
It creaked under her weight, and she sighed but made no further protests. You could see her eyeing you in the mirror, having little faith in your ability. But you just smiled and got to work.
Taking her small bun out, you brushed the small knots and tangles out of her dark hair. It was soft and shiny between your fingers. You admired the deep smell of her shampoo mixed in with her natural scent.
Then, you pulled it up into the same half updo, but instead of tying it with a rubber, you inserted a silver clip in its place. The clip matched her metal arm perfectly, with just the slightest touch of regalness, to show it was yours.
You held a mirror to the back of her head, showing her your work so that she could view it from the mirror in front of her. "It's pretty right?"
Sevika squinted at it in the mirror, bringing a flesh hand up to touch it gently. "Yeah, too pretty for me."
You scoffed and pushed her head gently, "Nonsense, it's just right. As a matter of fact, keep it."
And this would be your first gift to her. The first among many.
She snorted, "I can't deny a gift from the princess"
Looking at the small clock on your vanity, it read: 7:12.
Fuck.
It started in less than 10 minutes. You hurriedly pulled Sevika out of your stool and checked your makeup and hair in the mirror. She smirked at your worriedness and silently held out an arm for you to take.
You turned around to her, eyeing her arm before gently wrapping your hands around it, looking at her to gauge a reaction. But she walked you to your doors, opening them for you with one hand.
You smiled, realizing her intentions, she was going to walk you out in front of all those people. I mean, it was appropriate, right? It's normal for your personal guard to walk you out, only a safety precaution.
..
Well atleast thats what you told yourself as Sevika walked you down the grand staircase right into the party. People gawked at the sight of their princess, admiring the sight of your beautiful dress, others were staring at something— or rather someone else.
Sevika contrasted your appearance greatly. She stood menacingly at your side, glaring at anyone that shot confused glances. Her rough scarred skin opposed the softness of your exposed flesh. Your delicately jeweled fingers were wrapped around her thick arm as she helped you maneuver down the carpeted stairs.
You let her arm go so that you could start greeting your guests. Your servents had put together a grand ball, tables of food and wine were placed intricately, decorated with jars of flowers and other miscellaneous things.
Women complemented your dress while you shook hands with their husbands, offering some wine or water. You were on your best behavior, making sure your guests would report back to your parents talking about how respectful and polite you were.
A tall woman with dark skin approached you, her white dress with gold accessories glimmered in your eyes. She was positively beautiful.
You introduced yourself, "Hello, im glad you could make it tonight. Your dress is striking."
She smiled kindly at your remark, "It's so nice to finally meet you, princess, let me introduce myself," She took your hand and brought it to her supple lips, "I am Mel Medarda."
Your cheeks flushed, "Well, it's a pleasure."
When you finished the pleasantries, you turned to see Sevika glaring at you and Mel from her position in front of the door, taking over for one of the guards. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you made your way to the other side of the room. After swerving through groups of people, avoiding small talk and sending small waves, you finally got to her.
She watched you the whole way over, but decided to look away the second you approached her. Tapping on her arm you cleared your throat, "Ahem, your princess would like a word with you."
She raised her eyebrow, turning her gaze back to you, "Its not appropriate for the princess to be speaking to a worker during an event."
You laughed off her coldness, "Why are you looking at me so intensely then," You started circling her like a predator to its prey, "You wanted my attention?"
She smirked at your playfulness but shook her head, "Just seeing you interact with others is.. odd."
"Jealous?" You teased, knowing she most likely only thought this because she always saw you cooped up at home.
But to your suprise, her stern demeanor fumbled a bit, brows furrowing and eyes widening.
"No. Get back to your duties, we've been speaking for too long, people are staring."
If she wouldn't admit it, you'd make her.
i do plan on making a part 3 ! but im going to be working on some shorter fics + hcs so i have time to release the beauty and the beast fic :)
I saw a video of a guy blowing smoke into his gfs mouth when they kiss AHHHH THAT WITH SEVIKA HAS ME ROLLINGGGGGGG
Smokey kisses
i feel like I know exactly what video you're talking about, and 100% agree with you! i also have part 2 of the bodyguard fic coming out soon ! asks are still open, if i havent answered yours PLEASSEE resend, some get lost in the void.
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Whenever Sevika smoked cigarillos around you, she never blew the smoke in your face, assuming you never wanted to inhale the secondhand smoke.
When talking face to face with you, she blows the smoke out of the side of her thick lips (sometimes into someone else's face, not that she cares)
Even when you kiss, she feels a little self-conscious about her breath, knowing it probably tastes bitter. She tries to lessen the blow by using some cheap strawberry chapstick every so often.
Once you leaned in to kiss her while she was smoking and she pushed back on your chest with the hand that wasn't holding her cigarillo.
"Not right now sweetheart"
At first, you didn't realize why she did this, thinking maybe she was uncomfortable with your affection. But you started to realize the trend within a few months.
How she refused to smoke inside your house, and never purposely lit one up around you unless she was stressed or anxious. But not before muttering an apology.
Obviously, knowing this information you wanted to make her less insecure of her habits. If you couldn't get rid of the habit you might as well embrace it, right?
This is the part where you hatch your master plan.
When you two sat together in Sevika's private booth at the bar there was a cigarillo held between her lips as she was in the middle of a poker game. You sat on her leg, her mechanical arm holding you steady by the waist.
This was one of your guys' pastimes, she would show you off to the jealous men at the bar while you got to indulge in the warmth of her body and the heat of her touch.
Undoubtedly she was winning, a man huffed in disappointment from her left. This made her chuckle and smoke was blown out of her nostrils, she shifted her leg slightly, making you bounce in her lap.
You smiled at this, leaning back on her shoulder.
As the men shuffled out of the booth (not before handing over Sevika's winnings) you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.
"Good job baby," You kissed her on the cheek as a reward, a reward that she definetly valued more than the gold on the table infront of her.
"Dont you ever get tired of watching me win?" She said teasingly, running a hand up your thigh.
You inched closer to her face, "No, not even a little bit"
She backed up a bit as you got closer to her lips, raising an eyebrow at you. Before she could retaliate further you grabbed her face and pulled it towards yours
Your lips intertwined with hers, a gasp escaped her lips, causing smoke to be blown into your mouth. At that you inhaled, deepening the kiss.
Her eyes were open, pupils blown wide as she stared incrediously at you. This shock didnt last long as she started to kiss you back, grabbing the back of your head and running her fingers through your hair roughly.
"Fuck, that was so hot"
She muttered between heavy breaths and rough kisses.
Pulling away, she took another drag of her cigarillo and pushed her mouth back against yours, releasing a breath when you kissed her back.
She groaned at the feeling of you taking the smoke into your mouth and letting it linger, the fumes your senses as it escaped in small spurts through your lips.
Sevika smirked into the kiss, now moving her mouth down to your jaw. But you pushed her head away, giggling.
"You should have let me do that sooner." She rubs the back of your head where her hand sat.
"Yeah? Well, quit acting like I don't know you smoke when you're around me."
this was infact NOT proof read so dont come at me....
