There is a severe lack of Alma fics you guys. Also I have yet to actually play MHW so if something feels off that's most likely why.
No use of Y/N, SFW, x-reader, written with fem reader in mind but no specific pronouns used
Also I haven’t written something like this in months so bear with me please ;-;
Alma quietly excused herself, rising from the small group and making her way towards the tent you and her shared. Nata bid her goodnight, his own eyes drooping more and more with every passing second as Gemma gently urged him to his bedroll.
The night was still young and alive with music, along with the eager chatter of those who still gathered around the fire sharing both stories and songs. After such a successful hunt earlier, along with the rescue of the Support Team that had been forced off course, everyone was in fairly high spirits.
You, of course, were relieved as well that everything had worked out in the end. But, you’d ended up burning your palm when dealing with the monster from earlier. Of all the areas it could have retreated to, it chose a hot spring.
You had taken a potion the second you had the chance, but it would only do so much. The camp medics had assured you that the wound would heal just fine – if you tended to it properly. At worst you would only have new scars to boast when enough time had passed.
She hadn’t seen you since Gemma managed to whisk her away earlier, sitting her down before she had a chance to say otherwise and shoving a drink into her hands. She’d seen the look on your face after you left the medical tent; a look of frustration and dejection that such a small thing would keep you from performing at your best.
At the time she had wanted to apologize. She still did, in fact. It was her own worrying that caused you to ride out with her in search of the Support Team. She’d noticed you could be quite hard on yourself at times, even if there were only a few minor setbacks out on hunts.
She poked her head into the tent, a small smile gracing her lips when she spotted your Palico fast asleep in the hammock. But you were nowhere to be seen. She had taken note of that as well. After spending so much time on your own, you still exhibited those ‘lone wolf’ traits of yours. You wandered off on your own quite often, sometimes even without a word to her or Nata. And on nights like these you typically hung around the outskirts, or crept off under the guise of keeping watch.
When Alma had expressed her concerns to Olivia, asking the veteran hunter what she could do to make you feel more comfortable, all the other woman had done was offer up a knowing smile.
“Just give ‘em time,” Olivia had said. “That’s all it took for me to come outta my shell when I joined up with my squad. Nothin’ but time.”
Her feet carried her a few feet away from camp where a secluded ledge overlooked the nearby plains. Sure enough, you were there, muttering curses to yourself as you fumbled with what looked like…bandages?
“There you are,” Alma said, announcing herself before she got too close. The moonlight illuminated your features as you glanced over your shoulder, along with the warm smile you gave her as she approached you.
“Hey, Alma. I thought you would be asleep by now,” you replied as she took a seat beside you. Alma merely shook her head, letting her legs dangle off the edge as she looked down at the bandages still clutched in your non-dominant hand. Near your leg was a jar of the salve the medics had given to you earlier for your burn. Her brows furrowed as the pieces began to slot together.
“Are you just now changing your bandages?” The question sounded like more of an accusation coming from her and you quickly averted your gaze. She could only imagine how fast you must’ve soiled the wrappings from earlier, considering you weren’t one to just sit and allow yourself a break.
“Well…I meant to get it done earlier, but then Gemma needed my help with something and I promised to show Nata how to–” You blinked when she cut you off with a tired sigh, her fingers carefully prying the bandages from your own. “Wait, Alma–”
“Nope. I don’t want to hear it. It’s the least I can do, after all.” She shot you a look when you tried to protest once more so you begrudgingly allowed her to guide your injured hand into her own. She unscrewed the cap to the salve and scooped out a small amount before gently applying it to your wound. A pained hiss escaped you, and she quickly uttered an apology.
You grit your teeth as the salve began to ease away some of the pain, the sensation lessening to a dull throb. Alma’s fingers were deft in their work, confident yet careful as she started to wrap your hand. Her own hands were soft, a stark contrast to yours that bore a myriad of scars from fights long past. Before your mind could wander, she softly cleared her throat to get your attention.
“I wanted to apologize. For before, I mean,” she said softly, her focus shifting from your hand to the quizzical look you gave her. “It’s just…the team’s safety is my responsibility. And you already do so much for everyone around camp. But, despite that, you still stepped forward to make sure they were all right.” Her gaze dropped back to your hand, now wrapped and resting in your own. “I only wish I could have done more. Maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt and–”
“Alma.” Your tone was gentle, yet firm all the same and when she looked up there was a mirthful look in your eyes. “This injury is no one’s fault but my own. I made a stupid mistake, and so I have to deal with the consequences. Don’t blame yourself for something like this.” Her mouth opened, a number of protests coming to mind, but you quickly shook your head. “And besides, you remember what I said earlier, right? I wanted to help.”
“Yes,” Alma said exasperatedly. “But–”
“But nothing. What’s done is done. And what about you, hm? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how quick you are to try and shoulder so many responsibilities on your own.” Your gaze softened, an endearing smile lifting your lips. Carefully, you placed your uninjured hand atop Alma’s as you leaned closer, the gesture making her breath hitch.
“You chose me because you said you believed in me. Well, I believe in you too! Because of you I can fight knowing I’ve got the best handler a hunter could ask for watching my back. So, please, don’t be afraid to rely on me. We’re a team, after all. Okay?” Your tone left no room for arguing, and the utter sincerity in your words floored her. She never would have imagined you felt so confident in her abilities. You, the same hunter with such a kind and caring heart, that stared down all manner of monsters without a hint of fear or hesitation.
Alma felt her cheeks warm at the notion as she managed a bashful nod. “Okay,” she said and the resulting grin you gave her only made her flush more. “Thank you.”
“Ah, don’t thank me. Just…let me take care of things for you sometimes,” you murmured softly, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. Alma smiled shyly and gave a slight shake of her head.
“If only you could follow your own advice,” she teased, delighting in the sudden sheepish look that crossed your face. “I also wish you would spend more time with us. Some of the others think you don’t like being at camp because you’re always slipping away on your own.”
“Really?” You asked as your brows furrowed thoughtfully. You retracted your hands as you folded your arms across your chest, a small tilt to your head. Her hands suddenly felt colder without your touch, so she quickly busied them with cleaning her glasses. “I hadn’t noticed.”
You…hadn’t even noticed your own standoffish behavior? Alma bit back a sigh as she slid her glasses back on.“Well, we’ll work on it. But it would be nice for them to know you as more than just the ‘Hunter,’ you know.” She got to her feet, sparing the plains one last look before extending her hand to you. “I’d say tonight’s the perfect time to do just that.”
You couldn’t find it in yourself to disagree, a small noise of amusement leaving you as you took her hand. “Lead the way, then.”
Sevika deserves a little TLC and you’re more than happy to provide.
Im still trying to get used to writing smut 😭
NSFW ahead, 1.2k words, x-reader
When Sevika had returned to your shared apartment, it was already growing dark outside. One look was all it took for you to know her talk with Jinx hadn’t gone too well. Now, she’d have to face the crowd at the rally tomorrow alone. And without the Undercity's new ‘hero’ at that.
You’d be there beside her, of course. But it wouldn’t be the same without Jinx and you both knew that. So, when you finally entered your bedroom to turn in for the night, it didn’t surprise you that she was still wide awake, pinching the bridge of her nose with a small groan.
You crawled in beside her, your hand gently settling atop hers and pulling it away from her face. You pressed a kiss to her knuckles, holding her gaze the whole while. Her own eyes softened at the feel of your lips against her skin, but she couldn’t help but scoff at the knowing look you gave her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered. Her fingers intertwined with yours, and she shook her head. “I’m okay.”
It was your turn to scoff, and you did just that with a raise of your brow. “You don’t look okay. You look exhausted.”
Even in the dim light of the bedroom you could see that familiar set to her jaw, a tension to her shoulders and the crease between her brows. After Silco’s death Sevika had been the only one to step up and try to pull the Undercity together.
She’d been the one to bring the Chembarons together in an attempt to unify them. She was the one who stood by Jinx despite every ‘disagreement’ they’d had in the past. She protected those unjustly targeted by the enforcers and Noxian soldiers that had flooded the streets. No matter what, Sevika kept fighting.
And it was all weighing on her.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, carefully tugging her fingers from your own. She blew out a sigh, her forearm draping over her eyes. “I just need some rest.”
Oh, please, you thought as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You sat up a bit straighter, pressing yourself closer to her side. “If you say so,” you mumbled, sounding wholly unconvinced. You eyed her for a moment, mind whirring, before finally settling on an idea.
You leaned in, pressing a kiss to her jaw. She only grunted, but made no move to stop you. A smile lifted your lips and you shifted in order to kiss along the shimmering scar trailing from her cheek to her chest. You carried on, your hand running along the exposed skin of her waist, relishing in the pleased sigh you heard above you.
You nipped at her clavicle as your hand found purchase underneath her cropped shirt. You moved to straddle her, your knee gently nudging her legs apart to give you more space. Sevika relented, far too used to the random bouts of physical affection you’d drop on her.
It was only when she felt the bed dip at her waist did she move. Sevika lifted her arm from her eyes, staring down at you with a newfound interest. “Yeah?” She said, voice low as your fingers purposefully trailed along the top of her thighs.
“Oh, yeah. You need a break, Sevika,” you said matter-of-factly as you shifted to rest between her legs. “But, I know you won’t take one, so I’ll clearly have to help you relax in a different way.”
Her lips pursed, but she said nothing and you took that as your cue to continue. You kissed her torso, before dragging your lips down to the waistband of her pants. You could hear her breathing getting faster, and you bit back a prideful grin as you got to work tugging her pants off.
You could feel your own pulse quickening as you selfishly stared at the sight before you, your breath coming out in shorts puffs against her cunt. She was already more worked up than you thought, a clear sheen of arousal present. A thousand quips came to mind, but you decided to save the teasing for another day. Especially when she was gazing at you like that.
“You always work so hard, Sevika,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the junction between her pelvis and her thigh. “Let me work for you tonight, okay? You gonna let me make you feel good?”
Sevika’s jaw ticked, this side of yours never failing to shut her up. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and she barely managed out a quiet, “Yes.”
That was all you needed to hear. You hummed and leaned in, pressing your tongue flat against her entrance before dragging it up to her clit. The sound Sevika made was nothing short of guttural as she tossed her head against the pillows and you felt your own stomach clench in turn.
You set a slower pace, your hands gently spreading her thighs further apart. You wanted her to enjoy herself after all. You teased her entrance, tongue dipping in and out of her steadily. Sevika panted above you, a deep groan rumbling in her throat as your lips wrapped around her clit and sucked.
You weren’t surprised when her hand flew to your head, holding you in place as her hips rocked against your face. You groaned in response, letting her use you as your hands went up to squeeze her breasts.
Sevika’s hips jerked and slowed, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. “Oh, fuck,” she huffed and you quickly took over at the desperation lacing her voice.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my face,” you encouraged softly, your fingers sinfully circling her clit before parting her folds and adding your tongue back into the mix, pushing into her entrance with short and deep licks.
That was all it took for Sevika to come with a deep groan, grinding hard against your face as her fingers tightened in your hair. You drank up every drop, helping her ride out her orgasm.
When Sevika’s rapid breathing slowed to heavy pants, she was practically dragging you up towards her, her lips clashing into yours in a messy kiss as she tasted herself on your tongue.
You moaned, indulging her for as long as you could before pulling away to suck in a breath. She gazed up at you lovingly, her thumb brushing along your lower lip that glistened with her essence.
“Feel better?” You asked and delighted in the scoff you got in response.
“Much better,” Sevika said with a nod before rolling her eyes at the smug little grin on your face. Her hand dipped, tugging at your pants and you bit back at a laugh at the resulting frown she gave when you stopped her.
“You don’t want me to—” she began and you quickly shook your head.
“I’m fine. Tonight was all about you, remember?” You said, finger tapping against her cheek.
Sevika’s brows furrowed together in that way you knew she was trying to decide whether to be stubborn or relent. Eventually, she sighed and kissed you again, much softer and deeper this time.
“Fine. I’m making it up to you in the morning, though,” she replied resolutely.
You only laughed, pressing swift kisses to her nose and cheek as she grumbled. “I’ll be sure to hold you to that then.”
The compliments flow easily, along with the constant affection you shower her in whenever the two of you have free time together.
At most, a small noise of acknowledgment is all you get in response, but you know deep down Tao wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her love is a quiet, subtle thing. It shows in the way she grumbles at the kisses you pepper along her cheek in the early morning, muttering protests under her breath even as she tilts her head ever so slightly for you to continue your ministrations.
There’s a shine to her eyes whenever she speaks to you in particular. She doesn’t flinch when you climb into her lap, simply moving her newspaper around you with practiced ease.
She’ll always make time for you, even if she has to let Alma tag along.
When she catches you eyeing some of her food, she’ll offer it to you, if only to see the eager sparkle in your eyes as your lips close around it.
She says nothing when your fingers brush along her prosthetic, carefully tracing the material before you take it in your hand and lift it to your lips. She knows that you know she can’t feel it, yet you press a kiss to the faux knuckles regardless.
So when she leans forward and kisses you breathless, she naturally pins the blame on you.
Tao isn’t sure what she ever did to deserve you, but she’ll be damn sure to love you for as long as she can.
