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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)
Possible Sevika req!! Reader is into roleplay where Sevika “breaks in” (consensually ofc) wearing a mask (think like ghost face or any Halloween mask)
Authors note ⋆˙⟡ : I have been WAITING to do something like this my pretty nonnie..think of this as an apology for being gone kinda long
Livin’ Dead Girl
Who’s her good final girl?
Of course you were a horror fanatic. You were amongst the bunch that thoroughly enjoyed slashers—specifically, masked slashers.
Sevika dated you fully comprehending the fact that majority of the house would be filled with nothing but a spirit Halloween attempt, splurged on every wall and shelf. She didn’t mind. She indulged in horror herself, but not to your extent. Good news? She had perfect gift ideas. And you were always awestruck no matter what.
You’d just recently discover masked thirst traps on your page, endlessly filling your doomscrolling. At first, you groaned. It’s such a corny excuse to flex your height and muscles.
…right?
Mm-mm. Not until you imagined your girlfriend under the mask.
Her muscles were an obvious for the part. But the mere image of her overtaking you in bed like it was nothing—mask remaining on as she ruthlessly pounded you from the back:
You squirmed in your bed just considering it.
And Sevika took note of your behavior too.
She knew something was up immediately when you two had tucked in the bed for yet another ‘Scream’ marathon. You didn’t lay in her arms as usual, or distract yourself with pecks along her chest since you guys had watched the franchise far too many times. You looked at the screen differently. Your eyes remained darted on the chasing scenes. As much as you wanted to keep this fantasy hidden, your thighs still rubbed together. A painfully obvious observation.
She smirked.
“What’s got you all riled up, hm?”
You immediately came back to reality, your weird antics put to a halt when you heard her voice finally speak up.
“I-what? I’m not…I’m not riled.” You tried to come off as unbothered, yet the patch in your lace underwear could say otherwise.
“Oh? Yeah? Like I don’t know how rigid you are right now.”
She took a huff from her blunt as she chuckled.
“Don’t make me ask again, baby. What’s goin’ on?”
Your cheeks filled with air as you quietly pouted and looking away.
Sevika rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Fine. Don’t talk then.”
⋆˙⟡
1:08 am.
It was your weekend off. It was a bit concerning that Sevika had gone to work ‘over time’ but at this point, you trusted her enough that the last thought in your head was of her disloyalty.
You were startled by rustling at the front porch. It wasn’t as loud as some stray cat passing by, it sounded human.
“The fuck..?” Was all that you could mutter before hearing relentless banging on the door. You scrambled to get a knife, any that you found on the kitchen counter. You crawled instead of pace to your closet in case the intruder saw a figure. You locked the door, shaking while typing incoherent messages:
Sevika
Someon here
Sthvija pleas
The knocking stopped abruptly.
Viki <3
Relax, babe.
It’s me. lol
Ur suchg a painh
Almost gave me a heart attackl
I hat y I oug
Viki <3
Come on, babydoll.
I forgot the keys that’s why.
You groaned as you put the knife on a shoebox nearby, staring back at one text that made your cunt clench.
Viki <3
What’s your favorite scary movie, scaredy cat?
Cute.
Viki <3
Mm, you’re no fun.
Can I at least get a name with that attitude?
You laughed.
Why do you wanna know my name?
“Why do you wanna know my name?” You playfully said out loud.
“Because I wanna know who I’m looking at.”
You flinched, almost dropping your phone as you turned to see your Sevika in a god graced muscle top and black cargo pants to match. Combat boots cornered you with a ghostface mask. What sealed the deal was the fake blood splattered everywhere on her.
“S-shit! How did you get in?!”
It was a bit unsettling to not see Sevika’s facial expressions back at you. Maybe she had her arrogant smirk. Or annoyance. But her voice remained cool under the mask. And that did scare you.
“Maybe you just aren’t fast enough.”
She hoisted your weight with ease over her shoulder before dropping your body down on the bed.
“Fuuuck wait, I just showered—“
You felt a cold mechanical hand brace your head down on a pillow, her grasp starting to tighten.
“Why don’t you be a good girl for me and let me fuck this hole of yours, huh?”
Her chuckle directed at your sopping pussy mid-push of your shorts.
“Drenched for me already? Slut.”
A loud smack on your plushy ass rang through the room. You winced.
Sevika unbuckled her pants to drop herself in boxers and a bulging purple strap on. She drenched her fleshy hand in your glistening secretions as her lube. She pumped it as if the silicone was apart of her body.
“Nghhh—“ your words couldn’t even be compromised from the little oxygen you had.
“Gonna pass out on me already? Awe. We can’t let that happen.”
She shoved the plump cock inside as you yelped from the sudden and excruciating stretch.
“Sevika! Slow down-ugh—“
“S’not my name, now is it? I could be anyone.”
Her pace didn’t wait for you to ease. Relentless pounding meshed with the filthy sounds of your squelching hole made the ordeal look pornographic.
It didn’t take terribly long for her fingers to find your breasts through your sheer top—pinching, squeezing whenever she could. You couldn’t bite back when you were simultaneously choked of air. And it felt deliriously amazing.
Your gasping moans filled her ears. God, the view was unbelievable. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to see that pretty face.
“Why don’t you smile for the camera, hm?”
You don’t notice the sound of a camera clicking as your glazed eyes circled the rim of the lense. It felt embarrassing knowing you had dripping snot and drool down your chin. But you couldn’t help yourself when Sevika angled her cock just right against your g-spot.
She slid the camera down when her own groans started becoming more prominent. It only took eleven minutes when her strap rubbed on her engorged clit perfectly.
“Fuck—mm. ‘You gonna cum baby?”
Your response was nothing but mumbled gibberish.
“Mmf—fuck—mmh”
She stifled a chuckle.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Your cunt tightened at the perfect time as her own pleasure crashed down, forcing a guttural moan on Sevika’s end. Your body convulsed with sharp tingles and never ending streams of cum.
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Sevika might have been cruel to fuck you mean, but she’d never leave you without aftercare. She massaged your shoulders, afraid she made you too tensed up after her stunt.
“Y’know. I am a bit concerned if we ever did have an intruder. You’re not slick at all.”
“Hey! My instincts were fine.” You sneered.
You turned to face her as you caressed her neck.
“How the hell did you get in like that anyway?”
“Mm. Magicians don’t tell their secrets.”
You frowned.
“It’s kinda concerning how good you are at this. I’d be convinced you’d be a killer for sure.”
“Well. I convinced you just now.”
Rushed. I’ve been so busy and unmotivated. I’m sorry pretties <3 also the first and probably last time I’m writing meanie sev. (We) like her needy
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Okay hear me out, size kink! Sevika but she just needs something more than the toys she uses on you.
You reallllyyy wanna strap sevika down but she keeps declining the idea.
“Why can’t I?! S’not fair. You like my fingers just fine.”
Sevika could only chuckle at your efforts.
“Babydoll, it’s a no.”
It’s not like penetration wasn’t in the books, no. because she wants rough. Something her size. The more she bounces down, she wouldn’t expect the same feeling once she settled.
She just didn’t know how to admit her fantasy to you.
The thought conjured of your harness slinking down due to the weight of a spiky dick made her boxers soaking.
“How ‘bout I change your mind by having you under me? Hm? How does that sound, princess?”
Bless your soul, she sweetly kept turning you down because your shared purple cock couldn’t ever fill her up properly.
Your eyes would dance on her fixated gaze at the creature cock isle every time a visit occurred. Over time, you made sure she was looking at a specific model. She’d linger a bit too long before pressing the small of your back and to usher at the checkout lane.
If Sevika considered your compromise, she’d wants something that actually gets her off. Full with your dick, and no air to fit. so you invest in the purchase.
“S-sweet Janna.”
“And?”
“I-no.”
She averted her puppy eyes like she wasn’t swallowing drool.
“Don’t act so clueless, Vivi. You’ve been eyeing this thing since February.”
“Was not! S’just. Huge.”
Her stammering only added to the guilty face. Her sentences became more like muttering than coherent words.
“Who wouldn’t look at it?”
…
You make sure you use extra lube for your pretty girl while you wag the tip around in her slick.
God, she knew you were holding this above her always. But Sevika was secretly grateful for you reading her so easily. Knowing that your nasty baby liked getting fucked just as much as you did.
she gets super subby under you, grinding down like she wants you to go for hoursss. You kept smacking her ass when she was taking too much at a time.
“Ah-ah. You just came.”
You put on a shit eating smile, watching her needy hole engulf the next segments more and more. You didn’t dare to pull out so you can watch a practical creampie come out once you were finished with her.
Squelching thrusts became purposefully inconsistent if she didn’t follow your word.
“S-s-swwear to ‘ffuckin’ god you’re gettin’ punishhed after th-this—“
A burning smack ensued again, leaving only another imprint.
“F-fuck! Brat!”
“Mommy. You’re ass up for me. Say your next words carefully.” Came along your classic mocking, arrogant tone you only gave to her when you were being bratty. Not like it mattered now though, did it?
No words were muttered again unless she was told to. Her face was too busy being buried. Hidden in her pillow. Half drool, half tears from the sheer stretch.
Her face scorned with red. She was embarrassed knowing her good girl managed to make the infamous Sevika a vegetative mess.
Makeup sex ⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪
Warnings: Councilor!Sevika, breakup, angst, pre and post war lore, comfort, degradation, pup name, c*m denial, subby sevika and sloppy make-ups!
It was betraying enough to know that the love of your life. Silco’s best woman. Helper of the Zaun, had soon joined Piltover’s council post war. The city finally managed to start recovering once engineers meshed sides to create a stabilized place. But your heart was the one most beaten up.
The relationship never ended because of putrid violence that flashed signals of life or death, no.
It was an argument that ended the relationship not so long before the war.
You wanted her to stop using her fists to communicate for silco’s power, and for the first time in the relationship, never dared to agree.
It was sour. So fucking sour to see her in a golden cased building that you were bitter enough not to stare at from afar. It wounded you. Your woman that knew you thought best, had isolated herself from hearing your truth. That you had every right to be furious when she came home late, battered with purple and red bruises and gashes that took ages to heal.
She didn’t listen to you, and now she’s in the fucking skies, and now can pass laws. Maybe you were wrong.
Maybe your analogy of her limping to your arms was something that could alchemize into triumph. What a joke.
What you didn’t know, was that Sevika took the breakup far worse. Physically.
She ended her sobriety by going back to next door bars and drinking cheap liquor before using the hands you desperately begged not to hit once more, and cracked the skulls of at least eleven people in a week.
Piltover wasn’t any better. Worse. She was surrounded by superiors. People that made her felt left out no matter what the conversation was. She couldn’t cope unhealthily in case of losing her position. Not even shimmer was provided since it was halted from producing, and her arm was upgraded up by hextechs.
But it’s not like you would’ve cared. Obviously.
Sevika never bothered to visit you before or after. So perhaps you were the problem—
A knock raddled your house.
It couldn’t have been. No.
You peeked through the door hole to see a tired, very. Very. Familiar face.
And chopped up bangs?
You swing open the door with a face of mixed emotions: confusion, disgust, and shock.
“W..what are you doing here?”
Her hands fidgeted something behind her back as she looked down at you.
“I uhm..thought I’d come and say hi. Since. I’m back in town for a little.”
“Sevika, you never even visited me before the war.”
“I know. I-“
She sighed.
“I know.”
Silence followed her response before you coldly shifted your shoulders and asked in a quieter tone.
“What do you want?”
She straightened herself up and revealed her mechanic arm to have a bouquet filled with piltover’s hand plucked, mixed with your favorite flowers.
“You. I want you back.”
You scoffed.
“Flowers won’t get my trust back. You had your chances. You blew them over numerous times. I gave you that many chances and you still screwed them over.”
She remained quiet while you stammered in hopes of not forming tears, yet you still did.
“I-I patched you up and you thanked me by sleeping in the other room. A-all because of what? The truth?”
You sniffled. She painstakingly kept her hands away from wiping your tears.
“That’s fucked up, Sevika.”
“I want to fix things.”
Her voice didn’t steady itself when she continued to mutter.
“I knew you had good intentions for me. So let me try again.”
“No! You didn’t bother for so long.”
You were ready to close the door. Slam it if you felt extra petty. But Sevika’s fleshy hand immediately predicted it as she opened and guarded the door to stay wide. Her eyes became watery. A gaze that you rarely saw unless she pissed you off real bad.
“Please. Please—I swear I’ll be so so so so good to you.”
You shook your head no, but your heart pounded for syllables that could spell out a yes. You despised of her so much for being the most unforgettable partner you’ve ever had.
“I know you need me. I can feel it.”
“Yeah? How would you know?”
“Because we promised each other to look out for one another even if we broke up. Baby. You know I don’t do promises. I still stuck my pinky out.” An exasperated chuckle came out after, trying her best not to sob on your front doorstep.
“Well. You clearly didn’t love me as much as I did then—“
“I did! I swear to you, I did. I still do.”
Her brows wilted.
“Please. I need you.”
Her words started conglomerating. Her sentences were always kept pristine. So seeing her this vulnerable made you finally put your guard down.
“I thought that—that something happened to you in the war a-and I couldn’t live with myself knowing you got hurt. I thought that being in the council could get my mind off you, but it didn’t. It—it didn’t and it’s fucking hell there everyday I cease to breathe.”
Her tears infiltrated her face with choked words continuing in strings.
“I-I lost Jinx, I lost Isha—I can’t fucking lose you too.”
You couldn’t handle the rest as you immediately wrapped your arms around her neck. By the least, you could comfort her. It’s what you did best. And it’s a sight that broke you every night.
She dropped the forgotten bouquet as she immediately squeezed your weight against her chest in case you ever left the embrace. Her quiet sobs filled your ears as you shushed her, patting her hair. You made sure the two of you got inside before locking the door and letting her release every emotion she held in during the entire span of the conflicts.
Sevika was practically wiped clean of identity from Zaun. Her purposes morphed into people. And all three of them died. Her purpose of having you never left her dignity, and she was petrified she’d lose her last one too.
You were the first to separate the hug. She only held you tighter. You rolled your eyes, prying away only so you could cradle her face. Her gaze immediately fell on your lips. She remembered the first kiss so vividly because she dreamt of them every night.
It was hell in Piltover, hell in Zaun, hell in any place if it meant you weren’t there alongside. The fists that easily knocked out someone had started to hesitate because of your words.
So to her surprise, you opened the gate by pressing your lips against hers. Something she never savored enough until now. Kissing never felt so good. The tingle spread in her veins as she picked you up and tongued you desperately. Your mouth hesitated before sucking and feeling her back. Her needy groans filled the room as her fleshy hand found its way up beneath your shirt, grasping and kneading your breasts like she was deprived. Because she was.
She carried you to your bed, spreading your legs open with her weight pressing you down on the mattress as her breathing cooled your neck down.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good. Please. Please trust me on that at least.”
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The air filled with filthy sex. You managed to pin Sevika down against the bed frame this round and relentlessly grind on her big clit.
“Iloveyou—iloveyousosomuch—“
“You’re so f-fucking pathetic.”
Tears welted in her eyes. Leftover from the sweet and innocent moment you two had hours ago, overstimulated because it had been hours, and the degrading all together made it possible for her to actually cry during sex for the first time.
Her sentences stammered.
“I know. I know I am.”
You hit your sweet spot with sopping strings webbing between the two pussies.
“I d-don’t—ah! I don’t forgive you still.”
Her head faltered back with her grip clinging on your plushy ass, bouncing it up and down with slick! Slick! Slick!’s fogging the space.
“I don’t care. I have you back. S’all that matters.”
“I-I hate—nggh-you.”
Your back arched as you choked your moans out. Strings of white replaced the clear webs.
She watched you wriggle as she wiped her tears quickly and smiled.
“That’s it, mama. Say whatever you want. M’stupid for you.”
You motioned your hips a bit higher, and her breathing stifled.
“A-ah. Right there baby.”
“Beg for it.”
Sevika was a bit taken aback, given the fact that she usually would’ve had you ass up and pounded from the back if you have this much attitude. But take it easy on her. She hadn’t felt you up in dog years..practically.
“Please. Pleaaase baby. C’mon. M’so close.”
“‘You gonna be a good pup and fuck me till I love you again? Hm?”
“Yes! Yes. I swear to Janna I’ll be such a good fucking dog—“
“Piece of shit.” You spat back at her while she took you deliciously.
She desperately grind back, but was quickly cut short of the privilege when you slowed your pacing.
“W-why’d you stop?”
“Greedy little bitches don’t deserve to cum unless they’re patient.”
“M-M’not greedy! I’ll stop, I’m sorry.”
“S’what I thought, my pup.”
The bed frame relentlessly banged against the wall as you quickened your pace, rubbing clits like you had a cock. She’d secretly keep it to her grave that she liked hearing you be this hateful in bed.
It was a beautiful, disgusting sight of Sevika sniffling, tears continuing to drip down her face as it meshed with her sweat, and snot piling from her nose. You never made her look this way until now. And you loved every second of it.
“C-can’t hold it. M’gonna cum—“
“S’fine. You d-did fine. Cum.”
You granted silent permission for her to desperately chase her high and finally grind against your puffy clit. Two rams aggressively fighting to win. In this case, for Sevika to finally reach her orgasm.
“Fuck yeah baby—ffuck! Mm!—“ groans ripped out of Sevika’s throat. Guttural.
And all yours.
Scarlet’s entry:
FEELING FUCKING FANTASTIC because I just found the fic I have been manhunting for UP AND DOWN ON THIS APP FOR 3 YEARS NOW. I’m not even over exaggerating when I say I audibly gasped. It took me numerous scrolls to find NOTHING because the old account is deactivated. USELESS PIECE OF SHIT PAGE I HAD UP. Finding it on a really old bloggers page and it was a last resort..I’m so insanely happy
I’m also deathly petrified of being sh*dowb*nned once more (I don’t even wanna type it out in case it’s jinxed) so I’m not making a separate post for all this. But I just wanted to show some nonnies some love back since you guys always do!! :(((
I try my best to write consistently and with care. So hearing my ghouls’s feedback makes me so flustered. I try to encourage my newer audience to not be afraid of hitting my inbox because of new possible fic ideas and so I can hear their feedback! YOUR feedback! So please. Do not hesitate for a granted wish: whether it’s fanfiction, curious asks, rants, or just to talk to me <3
I continue to write because of your support. My pretty sweethearts🫀
Anyways.. new sevika fic coming Wednesday..had it brewing in my head for a while now. Here’s a mood board
Oh we’re so back💋
LOVED your piercer!Sevika and come with an idea of : dykes on bikes sevika for pride month!!!!
biker!sevika 🤤🤤🤤
Authors note₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩: Happy pride, pretty! I’m delighted to start off pride with this idea. I love you all lots, and I’m so appreciative of the support on this page from all my queer daisies🫀
Warnings: harassment, flirting, just fluffy gunk.
Parades n’ Prowlers
It wasn’t your first rodeo, but it was for your new best friend of officially one year. She was a baby gay as of recent. What other way to celebrate when the new season crashes with waves of new opportunity and color?
“C’mon! You don’t even do anything on Fridays.”
“I..I don’t know.”
You gave the pout special that almost everybody fell for. A 92..93% chance of winning someone over.
“Pleaseeee, oh please! I don’t want us to celebrate with some..I dunno. Some cake with a half-assed rainbow. There’s literally a whole crowd of supporters!”
“Okay—“
“You’d be missing out if you didn’t!”
“Fine! Oh my god, fine. Fine.” The seriousness in her tone was easily replaced by effortless laughter.
You offered up an old crop top you wore a few parades back with a flat printout of a scissor. Straight forward and self explanatory, but it looked cute on her.
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“Fuck. I don’t know. Does this top look stupid on me? I don’t know if jeans is too simple to be out there.”
“Baby, we’re already in the crowd. S’a little too late to ask me that.
She frowned. You took the hint and stammered for your words back.
Besides! You look stunning. A fem would totally ask you out.”
“You love bullshitting me.”
“You’re such a party pooper. You look great, point blank.”
You felt confident in your outfit. Maybe it was the color scheme? Or maybe, it was the numerous girls complimenting you back to back.
The best thing about being in a queer dominant field was the community.
The worst was having hagglers stuck in your business, the feeling of conspicuous caramel gripping in between your teeth being an inseparable similarity.
Alongside the parade swaying down came protestors with sigh worthy signs.
It only did get on your nerves once an older man stopped down onto the street, your side of the street with a megaphone and bible in hand.
It rang in your ear like crazy.
“Lead not into temptation, child. You could be of greatness, yet you align yourself with nothing but sin.”
You whined.
“Holy fuck, could you be any louder?!”
“I’m not loud unless I need to be. And in this state, I advise you all turn to greatness before you’re damned in hell.”
Your peripheral vision showed a shaken up best friend, already tucking her fan away.
No. He was not ruining your friend’s first pride. Or your ear range.
Just as you were ready to turn and confront him, you heard a bike rumble and cut the distance between you two.
Tall. Buff. Wife pleaser with unevenly sewed patches. Unforgettable musk. The helmet didn’t come off just yet as a muffled voice growled dominance in the heat.
“Fuck off. Ain’t your business of who’s goin’ to hell or not. You’re bothering the girl for no reason.”
The confrontation was thankfully enough for him to temporarily stray from his megaphone.
“I absolutely have reason! She is clearly stumbling into sin. You all are.”
“Yeah! Is that your life to dictate? I don’t think so.”
“It’s not mine, but the gods created each of these..filthy—“
“You finish that sentence and you’ll find yourself at the gates of hell in the next two minutes.”
She towered over him. It was quite unfair if a quarrel ever occurred. The man stumbled over his words before cursing under his breath and walking towards the other protestors.
You turned your head up to what you thought could be heaven.
The woman took the helmet off, a swaying choppy bob and a shaven undercut was released into the cool breeze.
Stone gray eyes darted down to you.
You?
“Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. You ladies all good?”
Your friend immediately nudged you for a phrase. Something. Anything for you to get out your trance.
“A-ah. Uhm. Yes. Thank-thank you.”
She took the hint, smirking down at your friend before you.
“Names Sevika. Am I allowed to get yours or…will that be occupied?”
A pink daze blurred your face.
“‘You askin’ if I’m single?”
“Yes, angel. I am. Smart girl.”
You smile, poking your friend to give you a minute to yourself. As much as you babied her throughout the parade, you secretly knew she got the hang of it and was clearly talking to others beside her.
“I am.”
The woman clicked her tongue, smiling to the crowd afar. It made her labret much more visible before she turned back to you.
“You wouldn’t mind if I gave you a little shortcut up the line then..right?”
“Goodness. And feel a better breeze?”
You teasingly asked while clearly checking out your view.
“I’d love that.”
“Hop on f’me, angel.”
You didn’t hesitate to hold her waist while propping yourself up. She felt so warm. It didn’t help that you were under a sweltering sun and horrible nerves. Sevika secretly adored it.
“Hold tighter. Don’t want ya slippin’.”
You held as tight as you could as her bike roared on the side of the street. You rested your head on her back, yelling up at her.
“I was too—ah! I was too nervous to say how beautiful you looked up there.”
“What’d ya say, beautiful?!”
“U-uh! Nothing!”
Sevika silently chuckled underneath her helmet. She absolutely heard you. She just wanted to hear you stammer again.
The evening was a gift that kept giving: a friend that officially went to her first pride, protestors being a bit silent for the first time, and digits from probably the hottest biker you’ve ever laid eyes on.
I LOVELOVELOVEEEEEDDDD UR MECHANIC SEVIKA X BOTHERSOME READERRR
if possible woukd you perhaps consider writing some smut for it? It’s totally up to you, and if you don’t want to it’s totally fine and you can ignore this, but if you do this is my basic idea
Sevika is working under the car in her garage, Mabye before her workshop opens and we somehow sneak in (we stole a copy of her keys definitely) and start like talking to sevika or something idk man Im making this up as I go and basically while she’s under the car we pull her pants n boxers down and like start eating her out while she’s like squirming yk?? Basically sub sevika and kinda dom reader?? (
(This is such a bad idea you can totally ignore it, Im so sorry 😓😓😓😓)
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Authors note ₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩: First of all, angel: I would never ignore anyone’s requests. Let alone yours :( SECONDLY, you absolutely read my mind bc I thought of writing this the immediate time I published the first part. You little genius.
Despite Mechanic!Sevika having remarkably strict rules for clients that acted like temper-bait, she gave all the liberty to you. Her special girl. An impatient one at that.
You waltz in her shop as your footsteps motioned on cold concrete that they seemed to recognize.
You spotted the same, scuffed up combat boots under a red Ford.
Bingo.
Sevika’s ears immediately perked up, screwing her work in with a wrench. She struggled to speak with a rag to accompany her sweat, currently crumpled in her mouth.
“That you, doll?”
“Mmm. No.”
A stifled chuckle could be heard from below. She spat her rag to her side.
“Liar. You’re wearing the same shoes from yesterday.”
You knelt down, tilting your head to watch her hands work. You smiled big.
“I could be anyone.”
“Yeah? I can hear the difference too. Like a damn horse trottin’ in my shop.”
You frowned before unbuckling her belt.
“W-wha—what are you doing?”
Before Sevika could even look down, she felt an immediate contrast of the cold night air teasing her legs. You slid her boxers down before latching your mouth on her pulsating clit. Her bush teased your nose, dripped in her own wetness that had only formed once you came into the shop.
“J-jesus fuck. Angel wait—“
Muffled moans reached your ears.
She couldn’t wriggle even if she wanted. It was already difficult to move beneath her cars, but having you eat her whole had her body rigid.
“S-so f-fucking impatient.” Grumbled from her mouth before her hand gripped into your head of hair.
“Keep complaining and I’ll stop.”
Silence came on her end before she muttered
“Whatever.” As if her face wasn’t plush of red with her doll stuck between her thighs.
Your teasing tongue licked her up to her happy trail.
“You love me.”
“I—“
She choked. Her ego became smaller by the day with you around.
“I don’t. You’re a cruel girl.”
You lapped at her while she struggled to even pick her wrench back up. Every time she put a tool down, you stopped abruptly. She’d quietly whine for you to continue.
“Please.”
“What’d you say?”
“Sweet Janna, please!”
“Better.”
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From that day forward, her breaks included her dialing your number, whether you were busy or not. She didn’t need to argue for your head to be in between her thighs. You were her favorite helper, after all.
HI GAY!
I’m writing. I promise. My drafts are crying bc I wrote them half asleep. I’ve see all my nonnies asks do not fret. I’ve just been very busy as of now
I wanna try doing fics for pride!! So yall better start hitting my inbox daily😈😈
hey pretty, im back with another req, did you miss me? I was thinking, abby with a bipolar gf and shes coming down from a manic episode and into a depressive one but dosent realize it yet and Abby is just there to keep her company and make sure shes comfortable and to finally make her realize that shes in a dip? Obviously you dont have to write if you dont want to but i have been on the hunt for bipolar user fics since i got diagnosed a few weeks ago and my findings have been abysmal.
-🐞
I missed u so muchhh beautiful🤭TW!: I’m no professional nor have I ever experienced bipolar. So, I hope my depiction of it isn’t stereotypical or nonsensical🫀
You had been really irritated this morning. Your sleep schedule was inconsistent once again, as much as Abby tried her hardest to inconspicuously get you to a specific bed time through things like dimming the lights earlier or laying out your pajamas on the mattress.
It started off small.
You ran out of toothpaste. The one you grazed over on your grocery list and thought you had another pack in the cabinet.
It usually sold fast too.
You groaned, already frustrated as you clenched your jaw.
You seemed to zone out at Abby’s words or funny videos she showed you. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t want to overthink it.
“Sorry, what’d you say again?” After your mind unconsciously went into autopilot to ask her the same thing. 3 occasions ago.
“N..nothing. I just kept trying to show you this cat video.”
“Oh…okay.” You distantly looked back at a specific charging cable that was twisted in a really weird position. Was it always like that?
It didn’t help that the coffee you always brewed in the morning started making you jittery. A lot more than usual since you barely slept last night.
You started tugging at the loose thread on your old sweatshirt. It was worn down, but it was your favorite. Physically feeling it slowly disintegrating however made your brows furrow harder. It wasn’t long before you started pulling strings out, undoing a bit of the stitching.
You huffed. Now you had to go to the store and stock up on extra toothpaste AND get the exact same sweater. Somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe you could go on a thrift site? Search it up?—
Following echos of “hey” “hey” finally made you blink up to her.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah…no. I don’t know.”
“Hey. Hey. You’re okay.” Abby hesitated to touch you in case you weren’t willing to reciprocate back.
I-I need some air.” You quietly muttered as you excused yourself from the coffee table.
Abby immediately took cue of what you meant, nodding while she watched you turn to head back into the bedroom.
“M’sorry, ‘Bee. I just need some time to myself right now.”
“I know, pumpkin.”
As she got up, she took her jacket and her keys, already prepared to do something in mind.
“I’m gonna be out for a bit. Text me when you can. Okay?”
“Mm.” You were already closing the bedroom door as you curled into your sheets, tears already gushing after trying hard not to break down in front of her.
You were tired. Just utterly exhausted.
You cried yourself to sleep. It was a dissonant way to start your rest day, and it really just topped the remainder of your week.
…
Abby was greeted by a puffy eyed girl who finally seemed settled down and draped over the bed. She sat on the end of it as she quietly placed a basket of things you liked—she scoured every part of town for individual snacks you liked. A plushy of your favorite animal complemented the color scheme. Tea packets that were specifically for the night so you could wind down.
You were stirred awake and saw the site. You cried harder knowing she tried for you. She always did.
Abby didn’t hesitate to brace you in her warm and big arms. She didn’t know the nuisance you felt, or the pain that came along in your mind. But the least she could do was unravel the numerous thoughts that swirled in your head. Every kiss on your face, she planted in hopes of you understanding that you weren’t alone, and you never would be.
To her, you were more than your health. You were beyond that. And she was utterly grateful to have such a hardworking girl that turned out to work overtime when she’s in her own solitude.
“Talk to me when you’re ready. M’always here for you. Okay?”
She wiped your tears as you finally formed a small smile.
“..okay.”
G!p best friend! Sevika
D!ck grinding a girl she wanted much sooner than this.
It’s not weird to fuck your best friend of 4 years. Right?
Best friend! Sevika and you were utterly inseparable from the day you two met up at the wrong club in highschool.
Walking into an empty classroom, you saw a tall, broad figure looking down at her flip phone while she kept struggling to type on the keyboard. Her frustration showed, and it kinda scared you.
“Hey! Uhm. ‘You the president of the club?”
Sevika quickly glanced up in hopes that you had the answer to that question.
“Oh. Nah. M’waiting for a club though.”
“Me..too.”
Sevika looked at you with a confusing tilt before looking back at the flyer. 202. Room 202. Come for inquiries with Ms. Jacob’s at: 207.
A pair of eyes looks beside the classroom door: 207.
“Fuck. I’m stupid.”
You looked at the flyer she was holding and started laughing.
She darted her eyes down at you with a not-so-hidden-smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“We’re both stupid.”
…
The two of you survived horrible stages of your lives—including sense in style. You had your embarrassing wardrobe moments, she had her bad hair days. It never mattered. If you were humiliating yourself, Sevika was there to do ten times worse.
You never paid mind to her looks. Just her character.
Until your second year of college.
Sevika went through a really rough talking stage that had left her in your arms every night. You found it annoying at first since you pointed out red flags as soon as she started complaining about the girl. And you found it annoying that she started becoming distant, only talking to you during class. And those conversations quickly subsided before she took out her phone to respond to said girl. You’d find yourself boring into her eyes when she’d talk about nothing but her ‘relationship’.
You didn’t want to admit it, but the girl took a good chunk of your looks. She was pretty, but resembled you too much. You never wondered why.
People change. And in Sevika’s case, it was a way to unconsciously re-brand herself. She chopped half her bob off (shaved by hand of course. You told her to get it done professionally someday and she never listened.), her muscles suffocated through her old shirts. She already works out, but Sevika practically migrated to her favorite bench after every shift.
Did she always look this hot?
You shouldn’t. No. It’d ruin her.
Everyone in your circle had made it very apparent that Sevika was a prize to look at. You’d scrunch your face, trying to imagine your other half as anything but attractive.
“Ew. Don’t say that.”
“What? It’s true. Her biceps are so fucking biteable. You can’t deny me of my truth.”
Your face twinged with disgust.
“I swear to god I’ll snitch if you say something one more time.”
Sevika would rather die than confess to you.
She never felt herself worthy of being with such a heartfelt energy that eased her need for isolation. You were perfect, and she wasn’t. So she did everything in her power to suppress utter desperation. You never helped her case when you’d immediately run towards others for help: whether it’d be a lost person in the food court or an old woman struggling to push her cart away. She admired you for your effortless heart of gold shining in and out.
You didn’t know how, but the two of you started to evidently get awkward if intimacy interrupted your quality time. A shoulder brush would immediately leave Sevika muttering a ‘sorry’. The two of you getting smushed in a crowd left your cheeks dusted a hazy pink for the rest of the day.
What was up with you?
Instead of communicating, the two of you started drifting apart. Tuesday and Saturday hangouts slowly turned into just Saturday’s, until it was no days at all. Lunches grew farther apart until you stopped bothering to text her for future plans. It stung. Watching her talk to nobodies like they took your place made you wallow and grieve your friendship.
Like it was any easier for Sevika?
She heard in your circle that you were talking up a girl you found on a new dating app.
Dating app? You’d never. You always emphasized getting a partner organically in such an artificial world.
It wasn’t you. It wasn’t her girl.
She knew she fucked up. Hard.
She needed you back.
She missed you.
Vikki:
Hey. Did you hear about the New Year’s party next week?
Yea. But I have a date by then.
She immediately was taken aback, already backspacing majority of her sentences.
Vikki:
Can I at least come over to help you get ready?
Vikki:
You don’t know a thing about flirting lmao. We can go through talking points.
OKOK I GET IT DAMN js come over whenever u want. U got my passcode right?
Vikki:
Always.
…
“I’m just nervous! She barely texts me. She only texted me for the date. Therefore, I don’t know shit about what she’s into.”
Sevika snickered. You slapped her shoulder.
“Why are you going anyways? Sounds sketch.” A lighter crackled through the walls before a luminous flame attached to her blunt. The smell that once disappeared now filled the room again—nostalgic. Hers.
“She’s pretty. That’s my why.”
“Yeah, but you’d take a jester over a pretty statue any day. I know you, idiot.” An exhale of disappointment came out her nose.
You broke a smile before shotgunning her smoke. You never saw her bulge twitching.
“Since when did you care?”
“S-since forever. Obviously don’t want you kidnapped or some fucked up shit.”
She shrugged her shoulders while glancing at her bedazzled top. She bit her lip while muttering in a more serious tone.
“Just come with me and the crew. You’d have more fun.”
You frowned at her honest discernment before pulling out your phone to cancel the date.
“Fine.”
…
Getting ready for the New Year’s party left you with makeup duty. Sevika used to love feeling you in her lap while you packed on copious amounts of glitter on her eyelids. But now, it just felt different. Your thighs felt extra plushy around her waist. Your heat felt deliberately hot. You looked too good for your original date.
You felt something hard. You quickly looked down at a flustered Sevika.
“Oh..I’m. I’m sorry—“
“S’fine. Just finish me up. We’re gonna be late.”
When you shifted your weight, she winced. You did it again, and her head tilted forward.
Oh god. She was horny for you.
“Can I…?”
“Can you what, doll?” Her face was already scorching red. A face you only saw rarely.
“Mm..s‘not—“
You tried finding the right words while your hands started inching closer to her waist. It was a hard task to do simultaneously with her grey gaze on you.
“I-I dunno. Weird?”
“No..well. Not to me at least.”
You hesitatingly started toying with her zipper. Her bitten groans started becoming more evident when you started grazing her bulge.
“Baby. Wait. You sure it’s okay..? I—do you even take the pill anymore?
You were quick to hush her.
“It doesn’t count if you stick it in.”
You sheepishly giggled.
“I think.”
She obediently nodded with whatever you said as you pulled your underwear down and stooped against her cock.
Your needy pussy started gliding against her perfectly. The two of you methodically grind against each others slick.
“F-fuck.”
Sevika tilted her head back as she held your hips down.
“Been wantin’ this for so long.”
You couldn’t say anything but a weak nod as you kept going.
She needed to be in you so badly. The fact that she could only feel your heat from afar was cruel. If your pussy already felt this hot, how the hell would you feel if she could just slip her tip in to feel your walls?
Your hips started stuttering as you whined for her.
“V-Vikki! M’gonna cum”
“Cum f’me. M’close too.”
Her groans filled your ears. And at that point? you weren’t so sure if the pull out method was a bad idea.
Your date couldn’t handle this. Couldn’t handle you. Nobody could. She had to take matters into her own hands to make sure you were handled. She knew you best. You were on the back of her hand, and she was on yours.
Of course, that’s what her excuse was in her head.
Seeing you so needy did her enough. You drove her crazy.
The air was filled with weed and filthy sex. You collapsed onto her chest as she held you up, trying her hardest to not get her cum on your outfit. You both took sweet time to catch a breath. Her sweaty palms ran up and down on your perched ass.
“We still goin’ to the party?”
Your eyes widened quickly. You groaned out loud.
“Oh, fuck. The party.”
This was pretty rushed. Srry if it’s long but I just couldn’t get the idea out my headdd
Hey agn! I just saw your reply to my recent message talking abt bartender Sevika and you’re so stinkin sweet and talented I can’t!
Headcanons and one shots would be so fantastic AND I think it would be so cool to see what Sevika would do if she ever saw cooper again and he tries to approach reader after she told the police in him!
Obvi don’t wanna overwhelm you ofc just wanted to give the suggestion! 💗💕❤️
Ur so cute :(
Anything for you. (Pt. 3?)
(A series of Sevika doing batshit crazy things to your ex before and after he got arrested)
Pt.1 here! , pt. 2 here!
Bartender! Sevika, who seethed of anger when she had to see Cooper every Friday. Her favorite night was now becoming the least. As much as she loved practically rubbing in his face that the two of you were eating each other whole behind a mere bathroom he impatiently waited at, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t at all watching his absolute dumb brain turn into mush probable for vegetation when he got his grubby hands on an unknowing girl. Why were you still with him? Why weren’t you with a real woman?
Bartender! Sevika, who would turn around to mix his (silently requested) diluted shots and spit in each and every one of them. As much as Cooper went out for drinks, he’d rather dig his own hole than admit that he was a light drinker. So each shot he took, Sevika would only push it further by progressively adding more spit overtime.
Bartender! Sevika at one point, gargled a bit of her spit to the side after ruthlessly eating your pussy in the usual restroom you took your ‘breaks’ in, and walked off to immediately make a shot. You gave her a weird look when she offered it to your already slammed boyfriend before the two of you had to leave. Sevika sleeps peacefully at night knowing your clueless man drank up your cum from her mouth.
Bartender! Sevika who was getting nonsensical, slurred digs from Cooper. Every. Five minutes. She was definitely the type to be provoked easy. She didn’t have muscles for show. Each of her days off were saved for boxing and deadlifts. That night, Cooper finally made her fist a handful of his collar.
“Ffuckin’ dykes shouldn’t bbe servin’ my drinks.”
“The fuck did you just call me?”
“Flaccid d-dyke.” A hiccup came after. And a shove came as well.
A punch didn’t even land him where he was at, which made Sevika stubborn enough to say it wasn’t her fault when a crowd formed around him.
Your boyfriend was found unconscious with blood dripping down the back of his white top. You hesitated to care at first, and your finger never pointed at Sevika. You knew he’d get drunk to this point, and blamed it on him at the apartment the next day. He acted like he forgot the ordeal, because he actually did.
Bartender! Sevika, who held your waist a little too long when she diverted the conversation to hear people’s orders better.
“Sorry darlin’, got a gentlemen here—Yes? Another Shirley?”
You smirked at her obvious grip on your back, ‘moving you’ like asking you was out of the books.
Her mechanic hand would trace your ass in front of Cooper. And when he had the balls to confront her, she’d shrug and give him the look she gave to the blackout drunks in the parking lot.
“Maybe you should take break from the three shots you took. That enough is makin’ ya hallucinate in front of your girl.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ gaslight me.” Cooper wagged his pointer finger around.
“I can bet my two cents you don’t even know what that means.”
Bartender! Sevika, who took him outside one day without your knowledge and threatened to shoot him with a used shimmer vial and turn him to Piltover for substance abuse.
Bartender! Sevika, who ecstatically kissed you in front of Cooper the day of getting your restraining order that you were obviously going to win.
Bartender! Sevika, who plunged her dick into you until the next morning out of pure ecstasy that you were all to herself and no one else. This routine went on for weeks.
Bartender! Sevika visited Cooper as soon as it was applicable to contact him in prison. She wish she could replay the first time seeing his unshaven bearded face frown beneath a protective barrier.
“The hell are you here for?” It was supposed to come off bored, but it came off cowardly.
“You controlling what I do now?”
“Don’t fuck with me. I figured she’d visit me over you.”
“Your girl gets fucked too good to see your face again.”
Cooper had a fake hearty laugh alongside.
“Yeah. I’d figure she’d be miserable enough to fuck an ugly dyke like you.”
She laid back, her eyes grazing him with little interest as she interrupted him.
“This ugly dyke had her screaming for silicone cock ever since you’ve been gone. She eats me so well, I woulda never thought she ended up with a pouty coward.”
He didn’t bother to answer her, afraid he was already giving her the reaction she wanted.
She sighed.
“You bore me. I was here to drop off her letter for you.”
She slid the un-sealed picture, only for him to yell and start throwing weak punches at the glass before being detained.
It’s not that he was angry at you cheating (although he was insecure over anything you did), god knows he was at a tenfold. It was Sevika that made his grip on you loosen.
A Polaroid of you, ass up with smeared, purple lip stains up to your back with a slicked matching dildo soaking up in your walls. She was devastated you wanted to send him that one, out of all the ons she took. It was her favorite.
okok, imagine, Abby with a chronically ill gf who suffers from chronic pain and fatigue but due to her up bringing struggles to admit when shes in pain or needs help, and Abby is just trying to take care of her
pretty please? with a cherry on top?
-🐞
Since you asked so pretty🫀
WLF found you weakly defending yourself with a knife and an almost faulty mask in the forest, but with no evidential infection. Abby was the first one to offer sanctuary.
“C’mon, girl. Up.”
You didn’t want to admit the hypocrisy as you tried hoisting yourself up, but your legs gave out before you could stand as you winced, plummeting immediately to the floor. Abby furrowed her brows, observing you for any bites or scratches.
“God, stop hovering. M’not infected.”
“Maybe stop with the attitude, and I’ll give you a hand.”
You shot a dirty glance up at her.
“Not funny. I’ve been like this for days.”
She scratched her head, already obeying your words out of guilt.
“Jeez. My bad.” It came out more quiet than she had hoped.
It’s not like attitude would stop her from carrying you for miles ahead. It was evident she immediately took a liking to you. Maybe it’s because she felt protective for a wandering woman with nowhere to go even if she tried. Or maybe it’s just because you were really pretty.
You slowly started opening up to her over the few weeks as she was now the sole person to tend to you. It was hard enough for the crew to find you of convenience since you barely spoke the first few days. You struck her heart once she realized you were silently communicating to only her. Whether it be elongated stares, or an awkward “thanks” for the food you were given. She couldn’t help but get pink once you started joking back at her.
The two of you became inseparable once you recovered enough to walk a bit. You were known as a distraction, but nobody could convince her to let you loose on your own (a nicer way of saying they wanted you kicked the fuck out if you weren’t gonna help them anytime soon.) But, they didn’t have the heart to call either of you out. Abby just looked too happy for confrontation.
Manny knew that he needed a new roommate since he’d only hear the two of you continuously laugh your asses off on her bed. She’d keep declining his offer to leave solely because she was afraid you needed your privacy and to feel independent.
By then, she had noticed every struggle you tried to conceal for the sake of convenience. It was hard to live in your body already, and you didn’t want to make it any harder for the people protecting you. But the nonstop twitching your body had progressing as you moved your body, waking up later than the rest of the group, or the small winces you had as you pushed yourself to keep walking her miles. It was painful for her to watch, and even more so when you stubbornly waved her off for worrying.
Every trip now, she’d ensure a big stick for you to use while she walked behind you for extra support.
Abby would ask Mel of your conditions and what to sustain you with, curating a perfect schedule in her head for you.
-Every meal was made with more awareness in mind than the others.
-She’d literally scold you if you didn’t sleep thirty minutes before everyone else.
-Abby would gently knock on your door two times to let you know she was there to give you your meds and a little jug of water.
You slowly started adjusting to her hidden help. It definitely maintained your lifestyle without directly asking for assistance. You finally felt happy in your body since Abby found amenities for you.
The first few days, you grew suspicious while she blatantly started doing tasks for you like opening the door when she was nowhere near it, or holding supply that were specifically for you to hold since it was a lighter load. It felt like she called you weak in a way. But you knew she only had the best intentions.
You’d raise an eyebrow when she’d start visiting you frequently while you were stuck with sterilizing surgical equipment.
“‘Need any help?”
“No..uh. I got it.”
She muttered an “okay” as if she wasn’t following you around like a puppy, watching your every move like you were porcelain before she was ordered on patrol.
You started realizing that she cared. A lot. And that only made you fall for her harder.
Even if she was exhausted from the day, she’d still find herself carrying you down to your room, and giving you your daily medication as she caressed the back of your head to try and comfort you. (Just date already!)
The two of you actually did the night she laid you down and you hesitated to ask the question that was on your mind since day one. She was counting out your pills like usual as she handed you one by one. You set aside your water and she raised an eyebrow.
“So…you aren’t like. Currently interested in somebody here?”
“Well..yeah.”
She gave you an oblong pill as you swallowed the first one. A circular, smaller pill.
“S’pretty obvious.”
You immediately cut eye contact.
“Yeah? L..like who?”
She laughed.
“Oh my god. Don’t play stupid around me now.”
She planted a soft kiss on your head before ruffling your hair.
“Knock if you need me.”
You lazily caught her hand as she got up.
“Obviously, I will now if you’re leaving me just like that.”
You reeled her down to press a proper kiss against her lips. And she immediately sat back down to cradle you so you wouldn’t have to have your head up so high for that long.
Even in her most flustering times, she still tried to give you comfort.
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This was so cute to write the entire time I was geeking
Mood when u forgot the plot to your past chapters for the next fic so now ur rereading them..ha..I’ll be here all week ladies
Hi scarlet! I love your writing especially in your bartender!Sevika x singer!reader series!
I just finished reading part 2 and it’s so good! Are there any plans for a final part 3? I would love to see continuations on this!
Hii my nonnie!
I’m so glad you enjoyed it! It makes my day knowing you like what I write🫀🫀that fic was actually the hardest to finish because I had to make sure it was 100% an atmosphere that you can imagine.
I would absolutely love to continue this series if it means you’ll continue reading, so I most likely will do headcannons/oneshots for the storyline. If you’d like to see a specific scenario with bartender Sevika, you’re completely welcomed to hit up my inbox!!
And just as an fyi for future fics since I don’t wanna make a separate post, I’ll be writing in a few days!! So expect
Bartender!Sevika,
chronically ill! reader x Abby req by 🐞,
more mechanic sevika,
And sheriff! Sevika
(And plz don’t hesitate to hit me up for more ideas you want to see in action ;) )
I hope you have an amazing day, beautiful!