tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, dom sevika, sub reader, established relationship, oral + strap penetration (r!recieving). this is actually quite romantic, soft sevika, you get fluff with your smut today. fem reader implied (no she/her used) + afab anatomy (cunt, pussy, tits, clit, ovulation) + feminine pet names (doll, princess, pretty thing) for reader.
summary: you're ovulating and you have brainworms about your busy councilor girlfriend. you entice her into fulfilling your desperate needs!
wc: 3.7k
a/n: hi sorry for dying for like 9 months , my transformers special interest reared its ugly head ... and i also got engaged LMFAO . heres my contributions for pride month as an apology <3
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being sevika's partner is awesome.
she's chivalrous in a way you wouldn't expect. it's all the bells and whistles, opening doors, striding on the side closer to the road on walkways, if an airship's seats are full, she'll stand so you don't have to. she confesses one night after nursing her whiskey a little too long, mumbling at you as you tuck her into bed.
"i ne'er really pegged myself as the type to give a shit about romance, but you make me wanna be soft."
before you can coo lovingly at sevika, she's chuckling. you ask what's so funny.
"heh, pegged."
you swat her shoulder, which makes her laugh harder.
sevika's also the epitome of a provider. she's got a real problem where if you even *look* at something too long, it's yours. maybe not the same day, but she *will* get it for you. you're exceptionally easy to buy for, because she's always attentive.
she's also strong, and tall, and funny in this dry, sarcastic way that makes you often miss the joke for a few minutes because she says it so bluntly. she's honest, she's fantastic in bed, and she even smells good, like smoke and sandalwood and musk.
the sole issue of being sevika's partner is just how busy she is.
now, that's not that big of an issue. you knew damn well what you were getting into when you started dating the councilwoman sevika. it was actually one of the things that drew you to her. her work ethic, her drive, her determination. as a zaunite yourself, you were no stranger to the conditions and circumstances that the undercity had been plagued by both in the long term and more recent memory. how could you ever begrudge her work?
well, you didn't.
besides, sevika makes time for you whenever humanly possible. sevika gives you her schedule every single day down to the minute. you’d be at the academy parked outside those meeting room doors, ready to walk her to her office for a lunch you brought. you're sure to wake up, still tired with the worst morning breath (sevika doesn't mind in the least), to kiss her and send her off. you're awake late with a meal and a drink on the table for when she comes home, and often in your cutest underwear to entice her into eating you instead.
your life, despite sevika's business, is functional, fluid, fulfilled. you can work as much as you want or be a stay at home wife, sevika supports all your passions and endeavours wholeheartedly, and you get cracked multiple times a week.
no amount of planning can make a body bend to a schedule however, and you wake up one morning drenched.
it's that time of month.
no, not the bloody one.
the horny one.
you're ovulating, and your first thought when you gain consciousness is something along the lines of ‘i want sevika to fuck me until she somehow gets me pregnant with her strap.’
that proceeds to be your second thought. and your third. and so on and so forth, until your mind is nothing but horny chanting for sevika to obliterate you. sexily, of course.
she's usually already up, choosing to wake up earlier to have a moment of admiring you like the sap she is. you're sure you can convince her to make a pit stop to pound town before leaving the house.
you roll over, ready to turn up all your charm and seduction to eleven for your big strong sexy woman.
“hey lover, how about we-”
you cut yourself off, because the bed is empty. your horny brain had somehow failed to supply you with the critical loss of warm solid weight beside you.
sevika’s out of the house early. she’s got a big proposal of redirecting some funds to developing zaunite schools that she’s got to pitch to the council tomorrow. she’d already warned you last night that she’d be gone for nearly the whole day.
‘i’ll make it up to you over the weekend, baby.’
you may be ovulating, but that doesn’t mean you’re selfish. you’re not about to go bother her at work with something so important on the line. you can just do what you did before you met sevika!
except you can’t, because sevika knows your body better than you do. you have one rather uneventful orgasm in the time it would have taken for sevika to give you three. how is it possible that she’s ruined your own body for you?
you go about your day, counting down the minutes until sevika comes home. five minutes feels like an hour, an hour feels like a day, and your brain will not stop supplying you with scenario after scenario of your wife.
sevika behind you fucking you doggy style, her arm around your neck, choking you just a little as she holds you to her chest. her bicep flexes, your breath cuts off for one controlled second, her strap rutting into you until you…
…drop the jar of sauce you’d been absentmindedly inspecting. it shatters on the floor, breaking you out of your stupor. you have to pay for the wasted product, but at least your red face is mistaken for embarrassment over the sauce.
sevika between your legs, your thighs over her shoulders. she’s got her flesh hand supporting the curve of your ass, and the cool metal of her other hand’s fingers splayed over your stomach. she holds you down, stops you from squirming, which you’re doing a lot of considering this is your third orgasm. you whine, hands clawing at the sheets, warning her you’re about to…
… get hit by some little punk on a chemtech hoverboard. the child wooshes past you, startling you badly out of your daydream, making you drop your bag of groceries.
“watch where you’re going, bro!”
they mock you, giving you the finger as they fly out of view. you realise you’ve wandered into the middle of the street, and you’re getting some weird looks from people on the edges of the road. you quickly scoop up your belongings and hurry home.
sevika getting home. sevika taking her clothes off. sevika in nothing but her boxers. sevika letting you help take off her prosthetic. sevika holding you. sevika kissing you, her labret cool compared to your hot breaths. sevika pushing you against the wall, her knee between your legs, grinding up just right. sevika whispering in your ear…
“hey, doll. is that supposed to smell burnt?”
you’re not pinned to the wall. you’re behind the stove, getting lost in your thoughts again. the sauce is bubbling, teeny bits of char arising when you push it around again. what’s worse is you didn’t even hear sevika come in, far too preoccupied with conjuring fantasies of her. you kill the heat and turn to her, smiling.
“no, but i’m sure it’s fine. how was work?”
this is all pretense. you’re desperately hoping she says that she was so busy all day and she could really blow off some steam. instead, you get an apologetic quirk of her dark lips.
“kinda shit. didn’t get everything done. i’m gonna have to stay up late to get this proposal finalised. that okay?”
no! it’s not! you need her carnally right this instant!
is what you want to say. but you have decorum. so you don’t.
“of course not, i know how important this is to you. let me fix you dinner.”
you scoop a large serving of noodles and sauce into a bowl, and send her off with steaming, slightly burnt food, and a kiss on the cheek.
you try to entertain yourself, you really do. still, you poke into sevika’s office every half hour.
“how’s it going?”
“good.”
“do you think you’ll be done soon?”
“maybe. i’m not sure yet, baby.”
“you might need a break, you’ve been working really hard all day…”
“i’ll take a break in a bit, don’t worry about me.”
you feel like you’re going insane, clawing at the walls of your own brain with need. sevika’s getting a tad annoyed with your constant check-ins, you can tell, but she’s got her little reading glasses on, and she’s got such a severe ‘i’m working’ face that makes you crazy, and you just can't take it anymore.
“sevika.”
there’s something in your tone that makes sevika look up properly when you next appear in the doorway. you stare her dead in the eyes.
“i need you to fuck me immediately or i’ll literally die.”
she’s quiet for a long moment, before she gives you a lazy little smirk as she takes her glasses off.
“you’ll literally die? bit dramatic of you.”
“not dramatic enough! i dropped the stupid sauce in the store and i nearly got hit by a hoverboarder and it didn’t even matter because i still burnt the sauce-”
“it tasted fine.”
“that’s not the point! the point is i literally can’t function until you take care of me! i’ve been thinking of you all day, so please make me cum my brains out just once and i promise i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the evening.”
sevika frowns at that, rotating her chair enough to spread her thighs wide. she pats the muscular plane of her left leg, and you’re moving before you can even process the nonverbal command.
“you’re not a chore, princess, and you don’t gotta leave me alone.”
her tone is warm, rich, immediately making you melt as you perch in her lap, legs straining over her mass to straddle her. she tilts your face up with her hand. she’s taken her prosthetic off for the evening, so she’s holding you up by just your jaw, making you look at her. her innate dominance immediately sends heat to your cunt.
“now, i’m gonna oblige your little request for attention. you gonna behave?”
your head is nodding the second she says ‘you’.
“go grab the strap, lube too. gonna fuck you right here in my chair.”
like a dog hearing it’s favourite words, you hurry to obey sevika. with a less than graceful manoeuvre, you’re off her broad lap and out of the room. your brain is like a well-oiled and very horny machine.
outer layer of clothing off, leaving you in nothing but the cute black panties you wore in hopes of this very scenario coming true. drawer, dildo, harness, lube, back to sevika. you don’t even shut the drawer before you’re tearing off back to her office.
the sight that awaits you is nothing short of divine. sevika standing tall, gathering papers at the sides of her desk. she’s gotten her dark brown pants off, now gathered in a heap next to the chair, leaving her in that black wife pleaser that shows off all the muscle of her bicep and a little of her cleavage. her boxers are absent too, giving you an eyeful of the dark brown folds of her cunt and the prominent shape of her large clit.
she’s always so hot when she’s focused, thick brows always drawn slightly from a lifetime of frowning, strong nose that made her side profile so distinct, full lips moving slightly as she subconsciously plays with her labret piercing inside her mouth, silver eyes trained on the task at hand.
that intense gaze turns to you, and despite the hunger that flickers to life in sevika’s eyes at the sight of you holding the harness and dark purple silicone, you can also see her pupils dilate. she really does love you so much.
“c’mere. you’re so fuckin’ cute, waiting for me all patiently. panties off, hop up on the desk.”
you give her a slightly confused look. why the command to grab the strap if she’s not going to use it right away? before you can even ask, she’s answering.
“’m not skipping foreplay.”
“but i’m ready now.”
“i bet you are, doll. but how about you oblige me a little?”
that’s sevika’s slick way of getting you to agree to prep. as much as you want her to fuck you without any more preamble, she’s always going to make sure you’re properly ready. she made sure to get a faux cock proportionate to her size, after all. that shit stings without at least a little help.
it’s also sevika’s slick way of getting to eat you out.
what? she’s nothing if not a munch.
you, of course, oblige her. you shimmy off your underwear, sevika taking the time to pull the harness on with practised precision. no sooner does your bare ass meet cool wood is she sitting down in her chair, pulling it up.
her hand presses to your stomach lightly, encouraging you to lay back a bit. you prop your elbows up, careful to avoid her very important papers. without any more input, you’re spreading your legs as well, and sevika internally preens a bit at just how well behaved you are for her. her warm, calloused palm slides from your tummy, over your hip and down to your inner thigh, pushing it back just a bit further.
your cunt is so wet, already shiny with arousal. sevika inhales deeply, groaning at the heady scent, her gaze lidding as it lifts to meet yours.
“aw, she really missed me huh? look, she’s droolin’ for me.”
her thumb brushes the hood of your clit and you make a noise that’s best described as pathetic. it spurs your lover on, and she lowers her head to lick a broad stripe up the full length of your slit. then another, and another, until she’s lapping at you with wild abandon, the bridge of her nose rubbing against your clit as she fucks you with her tongue.
“oh fuck, vika…”
you can barely choke out words, far too busy mewling for her instead. sevika doesn’t seem to mind, more focused on tasting you.
at some point she throws one of your legs over her left shoulder, and you dig your heel into her back as she turns to sucking your clit instead. her teeth and piercing graze you on occasion, and your hands are definitely mucking up her papers as you try to find purchase on the desk.
“i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum on your face if you don’t stop.”
sevika pulls away just barely at the warning, resting her cheek on your inner thigh. her heavy breaths puff over your cunt, and her chin glistens with your juices.
“you wanna do that, or cum on my strap instead?”
“strap. i want you to put a baby in me.”
a sharp bark of laugher fills your ears as sevika grins at you, all teeth and need.
“i can fuckin’ try. lap, now.”
she pushes back a little from the desk, and you sit up on shaky arms. you slide from the desk back to standing, and then down onto sevika’s lap again. the silicone of her strap rests on your stomach as she wraps her arm under yours to hold your back. you blindly reach for the lube that was somewhere on the desk, and neither you nor sevika register the flutter of paper as you find the bottle.
you apply a generous squirt to the tip, then spread it down the length. sevika watches you pump the dildo with those lazy silver eyes.
“we gotta get one of those hexstraps. bet your hands would feel as good on me as they look.”
that prospect gets filed away in your mind. right now, you want to ride sevika into next week. you give her your best puppy eyes, and she sighs and lets you rub your hands on her tits over her top to get rid of the sticky lube remains on your hands.
“go on, princess. you’ve earned it.”
you mumble a very whiny ‘thank you’ as you adjust on her lap, lifting your hips and angling the dildo to rub against your folds. sevika’s hand on your back moves down to your ass, encouraging you to sink down. you do, and your forehead meets the skin of where her shoulder meets her neck, as sevika finally stuffs your cunt.
it doesn’t take long for you to start taking what you want, rolling your hips and shifting up and down to fuck yourself on sevika’s lap. your noises are muffled as you pant into her shoulder like you’re in heat. she doesn’t move, letting you set the pace. her hand simply moves up the curve of your rear as you lift, and then down again with you.
you keep this up for a while, but as good as this is, you need more. you need sevika to fuck you. you speak up, breathless already.
“vika, please.”
“please what? use your words.”
“i need you to fuck me properly. please.”
“thought you’d never ask.”
and then your breath is punched from your lungs, because she snaps her hips up sharply, driving the blunt head of the strap against your walls in an angle that feels incredible. you quickly devolve into ‘fuck yes’ and ‘harder’ as your hands fist into her top. sevika’s hand on your ass turns to control, driving your hips down harder for you to meet her thrusts.
the office is filled with the wet sounds of the strap pulling out of your creamy cunt, and the slap of skin on skin as you’re seated down on her strap over and over. sevika’s mastery of your body is unparalleled, she hits the perfect spots inside you every time. it’s muscle memory for her.
your movements become uncoordinated as you get closer to orgasm. you’re really just humping sevika while she fucks up into you. she takes this as her sign to lean her head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. her pace never slows.
“you’re so greedy for this fuckin’ strap. naughty little brat couldn’t wait for me to finish my work, huh?”
you whine at sevika, the dirty talking not quite landing. brat taming is nothing foreign to you two, but right now this just isn’t doing it for you. you feel a little bad in the back of your head that you’re tearing her away from work. she knows your queues and noises like the back of your hand though, and immediately course corrects.
“it’s okay, pretty thing. you’re so good for me, always so good.”
she pauses for a moment to readjust, moving her hand from your back. instead, she reaches for your face, pulling you out of the crook of her neck and making you look at her. her broad fingers squish into the warm flesh of your cheeks as she keeps bouncing you on her strap. your fingers migrate from her top to dig into the corded muscle of her shoulders. sevika’s shoulders, but she doesn’t so much as grunt even as you hang on for dear life.
sevika holds you there, holding your jaw easily in her palm as she forces you to look at her. you hold eye contact despite how badly you want to let your eyes roll back.
her pace changes. slower but deeper, letting you feel each and every stroke of her strap.
“you’re so fuckin’ perfect. fallin’ apart for me so pretty, waiting so desperately all day just for me to fuck you. ’m the luckiest woman in all of zaun and piltover.”
you try to protest, try to say ‘nuh uh, that’s me’ but sevika purposely grinds her next thrust against your cervix in a way that isn’t bruising but still wipes your mind. you’re teetering on the edge, thoughts getting mixed up with the desperate need to cum.
“nnnuh…”
she laughs at you, but it’s not mean. she changes her pattern again, ramping up until she’s back to pounding you in earnest.
“poor baby, too close to cummin’ to think straight. rub that clit for me, yeah?, wanna see you finish on my strap.”
one of your hands shakily leaves her shoulder to find your cunt, rubbing tight little circles around your clit. sevika watches you touch yourself for half a second, before looking you in the eye again.
she draws your face closer to hers. your mouth is slack as your moans escape, and sevika takes it upon herself to kiss you in the filthiest way possible as your orgasm hits you.
you whimper into sevika’s lips, the noise swallowed by her responding groan, and then her tongue. she licks into your mouth as she slows her hips. you come down from your high, your higher functions kicking back in and allowing you to kiss sevika back. you wrap your arms around her neck, fingers scratching at the baby hairs at her nape.
it’s slow, languid, perfect. when you pull away to breathe, you’re struck by just how beautiful sevika is. she’s sweaty, short hair sticking to her forehead, chest heaving as she catches her breath.
you go to paw at sevika’s thigh, fingertips slipping under the front of the harness. she got you off and you want to return the favour, but she’s ever so gently taking your hand and moving it away from her cunt, holding it instead.
“nah, baby. as much as i wanna have your hands on me, this proposal ain’t gonna finish itself. you can feel me up when i come to bed.”
your brain is blessedly clear now that you’ve been satiated, and you nod and press chaste pecks to the side of sevika’s face. sevika chuckles at you, letting you make your way to her mouth, where you meet in a kiss that’s all love.
“lemme help you out of the strap, and then i’ll let you finish this up. this was more than enough to tide me over until bedtime.”
“i love you. an’ i meant it, you’re never a chore to me.”
“i know. i love you too.”
sevika’s papers are a little crumpled as she makes her proposal to the council the next day, but mercifully, nobody asks why.
i need to start a blog to like all my transformers shit and post my fanfics for that too bc its cluttering this feed >< anyways idk when my next post will be but i hope you guys like this .... mwah mwah have an excellent june everypony !
you'd been a brat and that's how you ended up in this compromising situation in the first place. your legs were pushed open by her mechanical arm while her flesh hand hovered over your soft, wet cunt that was already puffy from how roughly she'd been rubbing it.
"p-please, vika, i'm tired..."
your voice was so soft, it was barely even audible but of course the pleading tone was like endless music to sevika's ears. she kissed your temple, and brought her hand down in a tight— smack!
you howled in pain, pussy clenching, the sound was wet and lewd. sevika chuckled, dark and deep, like this was amusing to her. her hand raised again— smack! smack!
"if you wanna be a brat," sevika whispered against your ear, her breath tickling you, "then you gotta learn how to take the punishment like one too."
sevika tried, she really tried not to intensely stare at your boobs. she didn’t want her girlfriend thinking she was some kind of perv who couldn’t stop doing it. i mean, not that she could blame you if you thought it...
in bed, all foreplays start with her relentlessly teasing your boobs. god, she could feel herself wet just from the sight of you taking off your bra and releasing them. and when she pinches your nipples making your body jump, which causes your boobs to wiggle... fuck.
while her fingers or her strap are inside you, she can’t decide between watching your boobs jumping or having them in her mouth. whatever makes you moan loudly is the one she prefer the most.
talking about using her mouth, it drives her crazyyy how your boobs can’t fit in her mouth. she was willing to try everytime, even with your breathless giggles reminding her that it wouldn’t work and the false complains about the saliva on you.
what about when you walk around the house using strap blouses? or only your bra? oh she can’t unglue her eyes from the way they move with you or how your nipples show. she’s in heaven 24/7.
medium boobs ♥︎
you never thought too much about their size. the average size never brought many ideas to your mind, maybe there is not too much to do anyways. however, with a girlfriend like sevika you soon realized the opposite.
she lovessss how her hands cup them perfectly. it’s the perfect size to squeeze them tightly, specially when she’s fucking you from behind. grip so strong that you don’t know if you’re squirming because of the dildo inside you or because of her hands.
she spend long minutes or even hours lazily sucking on them. if you’re sitting or lying while doing something that leaves room for her, she settle between your legs, lift your shirt and done! her mouth is full of your breasts. now you’re struggling to keep on whatever you’re doing, what a pity. but you can feel something gushing out of you, so...
sevika loves to slap your boobs. shit, the way they wiggle depending on the force she applies... and depending on how many times, you can clearly see how swollen they get.
and when you both go out to a romantic date and you choose on purpose some clothe with a sexy neckline, or a bra that hold them together... she can’t wait to get home and grab them, pinching your nipples until you’re screaming.
small boobs ♥︎
honestly, you were insecure about what she’d think about your boobs at the beginning of your relationship. what can be done with them? you thought. maybe she’ll just skip that part, it’s okay, i’ll get over it... oh, you had no idea.
sevika feels dizzy when she removes the clamps and your nipples are sooo swollen. it’s cute how sensitive you get, also. trying to squirm away because your nipples were tightly trapped by the clamps and now were about to be sucked eagerly by your girlfriend.
she makes sure to pinch them strongly, until your nipples are hard as fuck and she can spend as long as she wants rubbing them, using her saliva or your slickness.
if you’re still too insecure if she likes them or not, she’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, making sure that you’re looking at them, watching her play with them all the time.
she doesn't give up even if they're too small to even fit in her mouth. sevika holds them, squeezes until they’re both tightly squeezed between her fingers, perfect for sucking and licking.
in conclusion, sevika is totally in love, completely crazy about her girlfriend boobs, independently on their size. and she will make sure to show it.
content: spanking (with both objects and hands mentioned !) , mild fingering , manhandling , a little cnc , condescension in speech
Every time the hand came down, you visibly trembled because of how the slaps stung. Your bottom was painted with red handprints, decorated by some areas being more saturated than the others.
“Does that hurt too much, darling? Maybe you should have just listened to me then, right?”
The voice was condescending, and that made your pussy clench. Every time it did, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. That only added to your humiliation.
- caitlyn, cassandra, mel, dina
It couldn’t get any worse from this. Every time her hand came down to smack your ass, your cheeks jiggled softly and they took advantage of your slightly spread out legs to push two of her fingers knuckles-deep in your tight cunt.
You gasped and whined, trying to break free from the brutal fingering they gave you, alternating it with the spanking, but they were much stronger than you—easily holding you in place.
“Hold still… or you’ll be here a while, sweetheart.”
- sevika, ambessa, abby
She rarely used her hand to spank you.
She liked using anything else that wasn’t her hand because you were so dear to her that the idea of hitting your ass with her hand made her a little uncomfortable so here you were propped over her lap, belt/hairbrush/paddle hitting your ass.
Every spanking made your body jerk with shock, a tiny sound of pain leaving you. You knew your sounds only egged your partner on more. “Fuck, you look so good bent over, my pretty girl.”
synopsis: Dr. Sevika hc’s — being with a Doctor who usually runs the ED like a tight-fisted screw , keeping everyone in line , tight and strict , undeniably has a thing for the med student she keeps at her side , you .
cw: Afab!medstudent!reader x Attending!Doctor!Sevika , age gap , smut , fingering , fluff , angst , death mentioned , maybe some inaccurate use of medical terms , self harm mentioned , strap-on , cunnilingous , nicknames used such as ; doctor , love, sweetheart , etc.
a/n: watch the pitt NOW guys
❝you’re shameless, love❞
Doctor!Sevika who always guides your hand when you use a scalpel. You feel the weight of her presence behind you, her fingers a solid precision as the beeping of monitors blur out into a familiar, systematic background.
“Ease in. More pressure.” She commanded, her voice composed no matter the situation like a screw that never came unbolted against storms.
You nodded, eyes veering off towards the depths of the scalpel melting into the skin, applying more pressure just like she said.
“Like this?” You whispered out, moving your head to the side to get a glance at her face. You wanted to see her lips move as she praised you—it never failed to make you feel warm inside, even if the words didn’t land as soft and buttery—but cold and acknowledgeable for someone of your skill.
“Just like that.” Her fingers moved over yours, rough hands turned gentle for co-ordination of the scalpel. “Good girl.”
Doctor!Sevika who always steals you from other cases. She barges in the room without blinking an eye at the person, only tracking you like a turret with a personal bone to pick.
“You, come with me, there’s a trauma 1 and you’re working on it with me.”
Doctor!Sevika who somehow looks even more sexier at the end of her shift. Her brown hair she holds half up half down grows messy—strands out of place that were usually so strict in place, eyes looking like they’re attached to dumbbells, and yet, you can’t keep your eyes off of her.
Doctor!Sevika who expects you to answer her questions no matter what you’re doing.
You’re surveying the severity of a life-threatening situation, walking around the gurney with practiced ease as Sevika strides in, watching like an overseeing hawk.
“What med do we give them?” She questions you directly, pulling on a pair of gloves and letting them snap against her thick, bruising fingers as she walks over.
“Epinephrine 1:10,000, one milligram for cardiac arrest.” You didn’t look up at her.
“Correct.”
Doctor!Sevika who smokes outside of the hospital by the ambulances at bay. She liked the nicotine rush. Liked the feeling of the smoke grazing her lungs despite knowing in depth what it did. Or maybe—just maybe, she liked when you would come out for a break, panting as if you were on the midst of a breakdown, and immediately straighten up when you see her, aiming to make a dry joke about her addiction to smoking beneath it all.
“Smoking, doctor?” You managed to catch your breath, making the words come out slippery and airless. “Thought you’d know better…” you shot her a sheepish smile—one that was supposed to be teasing, but your face was too exhausted in pouting lines to move sharply into real amusement.
“None of us know better in reality, we chose to work here, after all.” Sevika scoffed, though you saw—or hoped, and begged, that your words landed right as you saw her upper lip twitching north momentarily.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you break news to a patient’s loved one’s alone. She can see the hollowness prolonging your face after losing a patient. One as young as a teenager—she sees the familiar blame, the guilt—the nauseating shame of needing to do something more than you could have done. It was a baggage she had learnt to leave at doors.
Doctor!Sevika who takes up a lot of space in the ER, bouncing between rooms like she was made to save lives. Despite the scrubs she wears, hiding any trace of body underneath, stethoscope loose around the neck, she never fails to be everywhere all at once, even if you told yourself that wasn’t possible.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you overwork yourself.
Your arms ache, pain springing through it like stabbing needles from the chest compressions that never seemed to bring back even a faint pulse. Sweat created a sheen like layer over your skin, reflecting fluorescent light like a beam of a flashlight. The patient’s face becomes blurry in front of you, chapped lips—blood stained across their face. You couldn’t lose another one. Couldn’t afford anymore blood on your hands for the sake of your sanity.
Your fingers trembled, echoed voices directing information before a familiar one cut through.
“Switch. Now.”
You looked up swiftly. Your breathe staggered, head shaking.
“I’m fine.” You retorted back sharply, letting out a pant.
“This isn’t about you this is about the patient. You’re losing quality. Laura, switch with her now.” She waved her hand dismissively towards you, another doctor moving past you as you stumbled back. Her words were harsh and cold, but nothing could match her eyes landing onto yours amongst the storm.
“Take ten.”
“I’m fine.” You repeated, stepping closer to the end of the patient as your eyes scanned over them again.
Whatever Sevika was thinking behind her grey eyes; it was clear she wasn’t having your refusal. She stepped closer—dangerously close, intimately close, brushing a hand against your arm.
“I said take. Ten.”
Doctor!Sevika who started driving you home after your shifts has finished. You were waiting for another nurse to sign off for the day, leaning against the car-park as the weariness of the day that had burrowed itself deep within you starting to slither out.
You let out a tired sigh, the loneliness of the shifts always felt daunting after losing a patient. But it was inevitable. You heard the same lines everyday.
‘It’s not your fault.’
‘Don’t let it get to you.’
‘Leave the baggage when you come through the door.’
‘You did all you could. There’s nothing more you could’ve done.”
But that gnawing hollowness inside of you was interrupted by a flash of head-lights. You looked up, seeing that familiar stature with gripped fingers against the steering wheel.
Sevika.
She didn’t speak—didn’t bother to roll down her windows against the soft patter of the rain, only nodded her chin towards the passenger seat, unlocking the car with a subtle click.
Doctor!Sevika who , very dangerously, lets the line slip between professional and unprofessional. One too many times she’s dropped you off now, and each time she does she keeps getting closer and closer to your apartment, walking you in—taking a coffee for herself, smoking outside despite the winds disallowing the lighter to work for several minutes. It becomes to a point where you just invite her in. You were exhausted. Drained. Witnessed two deaths while the other three became your own. A busy day for the ED meant your barriers lowered, seeking out a warmth you thought you’d never get—which was undeniably Sevika. And after long, lilting glances, an emergency room made up of your equally as short glances and awaiting praise from Sevika, the tension became a presence the whole department could feel.
Doctor!Sevika who had to have you. Little visits became more profound. Her keys sometimes left on the side of your nightstand—her bag left at the front of the house, and her strap she purposely left at home for you to use left tangled on the bed.
Ever since things got serious—and you were occasionally switched out for night shifts, Sevika became almost snappy with the rest of the staff when she couldn’t order her favourite little thing around. Instead, during breaks—she’d FaceTime you, already expecting you to be up, and coerce you into angling the phone just right where she could see you bouncing on her strap, whining like a pathetic mess for her.
“Sevvy…come home,” you whimpered out, squishing your own breast as you heard her suck up a deep breath on the other side. But you were meant with a perilous coldness that felt too personal just for you.
“Tch. You have a lot of audacity, love.” She drawled, watching the phone. “Be a good girl and fuck yourself f’me. yeah baby?”
Doctor!Sevika who insists on doing ‘pelvic exams’ on you.
You know you’re soaking. She knows it as well. And yet you still drag your soddened panties down, wiggling off your trousers to kick them to the side.
“Part your legs.” Sevika hummed, letting her fingers skim over your upper-thigh, trailing further inwards towards the heat radiating off of you.
“Your pussy has no self control, does it?” Her steel eyes snapped to your face, her fingers sliding through your folds, collecting the slick there. “Not around me, anyways.” She smirked crookedly, letting her thumb rub slow circles on your clit.
You breathe hitched, hips pistoning forward against her fingers. So cold. Always so rigid like frost over your usually-warm body. “Sev..” you whined—a sound that reverberated from wall to wall.
“Tender, sweetheart?” She moved forward, easing two fingers into your weeping hole as they stuffed your cunt until they were full with her fingers. She knew exactly where to hit—how to hit, how to push and pull her fingers inside of you, watching you leak deliciously around her. “So sensitive for me…you have a thing for your attending, darling?” She shook her head, smirking to herself, before she wiped it off her face completely.
“How unprofessional.” She tutted, smacking your pussy as quick as her fingers had just entered you. “I’m just doing an exam, love.”
Doctor!Sevika who is always moaning at you to do your charting. You always want to skim around the generic work—but being more hands on meant recording everything else much frequently in bigger chunks. And you hated it…occasionally. The only reason you wouldn’t hate it was because it got Sevika’s attention. She turned to behind you, giving you an expecting look that meant trouble for later if you didn’t do as she said.
Doctor!Sevika who lets you break down in her arms after you’ve suppressed everything all day. She’s warm—feels like home beneath muscles you rarely got to see.
“Sh sweet thing, you did well f’me today.” She mumbled into your neck, her breathe warm against it as your frame trembled against her.
“I did well? I-I lost…I-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Words that felt too heavy even grief couldn’t compete in that moment. A feeling of utter despair.
“Who you lost doesn’t equal to your performance. Even then, you were excellent.”
Doctor!Sevika who occasionally breaks down with you. Sevika is a tough women who prides herself on staying composed no matter the situation, but whenever kids and children where involved, and loss followed, it always seemed to be the burrow of her day.
“I…” the warm lighting of your apartment lamp glowed directly onto Sevika’s face, smoothing away the prominent lines that would usually be there. And even then, the melancholy engulfing her features was hard to miss. “I had two patients. One six. One ten years older,” she swiped the edge of her nose with her thumb, leaning forward, elbows planted atop her knees. “Sisters, in a bad car crash.”
You stayed silent in these moments. It was rare an attending would break like this, especially someone like Sevika. Her voice was hoarse, unmistakable shakiness erasing the roughness of it.
“Couldn’t save them.” She finished—grey eyes like dull clouds hugging the floor ground, the tilt of her head avoiding the chase of light, bringing back those harsh lines that was like a remnant of the ED taken home with her.
You watched her hunched figure, eyes passing between the side of her face glowing in the light, and the other side shielded by the past.
“Sev,” you whispered—a nickname you gave her, even at work where other med students teased you about it, slipping from your tongue as you moved from the opposing sofa to sit next to her. But now the nickname felt more intimate. Felt more reserved for you and her only. “I know…” you let out a little empty laugh, faking flat in the air around. “I know you’ve heard this…so many times but..” you gulped, looking towards her. “I mean..I know I have but…it’s not your fault. You did everything you could’ve possibly done.”
You expected her to scoff. Expected her to roll out a cigarette that would burn her lungs into numbing her emotionally—but it didn’t come. Nothing came. Except for one sentence.
“You know, I only believe it when you say it.”
Doctor!Sevika who makes you exam her body late after shifts—night hitting the bar when you’re both alone in the apartment. You’re stripped of your clothes, wanting to writhe and moan atop of her as she lays before you, in the same state of undress.
You started at her neck—going into the anatomy, the potential problems—the way it works, all the while she kept a vibrating buzzing against your pussy
“Focus.” She’d snap, watching you try to grind down against her. “How are you going to be a doctor if you can’t focus under pressure?”
Doctor!Sevika who notices your self-destructive behaviour after a particular gruelling day. You don’t know how many patients you’ve lost across an almost fifteen hour-shift, but the day came together into one solid thing; pure turmoil. Drinking. Self harming. Pushing and pulling against her. No matter what though, Sevika will always be there for you.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She’d stand firmly in your apartment, watching tears travel down your face as if racing against each other. “If you think this will make me leave, you obviously believe I’m in the wrong profession.”
Doctor!Sevika who loves washing the grime off of your body after a long day. You’re half asleep, eyes half-lidded as she kneads your breast beneath her palm.
And you just let her. You let this older woman—with more experience than you and others combined, wash away the troubles on your body. It’s only when she trails her kisses down your body, ending up at your clit where she eagerly makes out with it, so you fully wake up.
“Mm…sweet girl.” She’d groan against you. “Sweetest thing i’ve had all day.”
Doctor!Sevika who rarely teases you when you’re both working. She’s focused—the same stern doctor who you had a crush on before all the confrontation, and it’s only occasionally where her warnings come off as a promise for what she’ll do to you later.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets any other attending or patient doubt you.
“Are you sure she should be doing this-“
Sevika cuts them off without so much as acknowledging them, scrubs heavy on her skin. “Do it.” She nods towards you, before leaving the room to supervise elsewhere.
Doctor!Sevika who loves the late-nights of eating takeaway and binge-watching a tv show when you both can’t sleep. You both know the reason why. In and out of shifts without a wink of sleep would do that to you sometimes—and the trauma of the hospital sometimes haunted your home.
Doctor!Sevika who will finger you to sleep, mumbling about some, ‘I can’t have my favourite resident lacking sleep. Rest, sweetheart.’ All while her fingers gently coerce you to sleep, cooing against that sweet spot inside of you that made you melt to mush.
Doctor!Sevika who knows when you’re trying to deflect the pain after a shift. You both ended up at your apartment again, the door slamming shut as a thickening silence comes through the home.
“Sev?” You looked up, pulling the bag of your back as you grasped onto her wrist, pulling her into a kiss that felt too demanding, even for you.
She raised an eyebrow for a moment, sliding her lips over your own before she pulled back—the taste of coffee and a shared cigarettes lingering on your tongues.
“Not now, sweetheart. Let’s get some food in you, yeah?” She sees your fingers trembling, but you reluctantly let go of her, eyes watering as she leads you through your own home with practised ease. “I want to, trust me I do. But you need to process this.”
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you out of her sight during work after hearing about you losing another patient. She’s like a constant camera tracking you, telling you to ‘take ten’, ‘take five’, to ‘go home’ when it got too much. She cared too much, and it ended up being the thing that softened her fully.
Doctor!Sevika who ends up loving you unconditionally.
i was out with my friends getting ice cream and i saw this girl I thought was really pretty and i was too nervous to ask for her number but my friend got it for me and the girl came over and gave it to me and now i’m just like cheesing like hella ☺️
texts with doordasher!ellie ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this amazing fic
just a silly smau fic i whipped up real quick hahaha i hope u guys liked it even if it is a bit simple! biggest shoutout to @littleshamrock for allowing me to take inspo from their doordasher!vi fic. ✮⋆˙ masterlist
———SYNOPSIS: You expected your job at guitar center to be nothing more than ordinary . . . You are quickly proven wrong when a girl in your science class—Ellie—makes a trip to the instrument shop daily, trying to make her burning crush on you as subtle as possible.
———NOTES: ellie is loser as hell and like so ooc but idgaf
