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So much has led up to this moment. Sevika was fuming— you knew exactly how to get under her nerves in record time. Just pretend to be extra nice to someone and throw in a little bit of flirting, and she was already wrapping her arm around you making sure the guy knew you were hers before she dragged you off back home.
The door was slammed shut so hard, your heart was almost in your throat. Sevika growled and pinned you to the wall— hard enough to create an impact, but not enough to hurt you. She caged your body against the concrete using her hands on either side, kissing the column of your throat.
“You’re mine. You really think goin’ around flirtin’ with some bystander will change that?”
You tried to play innocent, fighting the smile that crawled to your face. “No… I never said that.”
Sevika breathed out through her nose, irritated with your pretense of innocence. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”
“Make me regret it then,” you said boldly.
Maybe a little too boldly for someone who’s still a virgin. Sevika huffed a laugh, “fine.”
You were swept off your feet instantly and carried off to the bedroom. She didn’t bother stripping you herself, instead she nodded to the bed.
“You know what to do.”
You let your dress and underwear drop to the floor as you climbed onto bed, now naked. Sevika took her time picking out the toy she wanted to use on you.
You— assuming she was picking out a vibrator like the usual— laid on your back. Sevika returned, harness fixed around her waist with an obscenely large strap fitted into place. Your eyes widened at the sight of the phallic-shaped toy.
“Sev— I thought that—”
“You don’t have to think,” she snapped as she crawled between your legs and held them open.
You whined softly, gripping the sheets with trembling fingers. Sevika didn’t coo praises at you today, you had pissed her off enough for all her sweetness to fade to ash tonight. But she waited— she gave you a blink of a second to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.
Then, she grumbled, “y’know what your safe word is,” before she pushed the bulbous head of the toy inside.
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes squeezing shut as she filled you up entirely with the strap. The stretch was painful, making your eyes water instantly. The sight of your face scrunched in a mixture of pleasure-pain made Sevika’s own pussy throb with need.
She pushed forward, earning soft sounds from you, her hands rested on either side of your head as she slammed herself deeper inside. Every thrust inside made you cry out, your sounds only egging Sevika on more.
She wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon but that’s okay, because your pussy was a drooling mess around her thick strap anyway 😛
bodyguard!alpha!g!p sevika and your heat cycle . . .
She’s supposed to be your guard— protecting you from people that might hurt you but instead she’s the one making you scream, her nails digging deep into the back of the couch as her hips pistoned.
You’re a gasping, moaning mess as you scratch down her shoulder.
You’re both messed up, her polished tailored suit is gone and her earpiece is barely hanging from her ear as she slams her length deep in your dripping, needy hole.
You let out a guttural sound caught between a whimper and whine, you sound so pathetic even to yourself.
“Why the fuck are we even doing this—?”
Her breath hitches, heartbeat so fast that it’s a little hard to catch her breath but she doesn’t mind, not when your delicious soft pussy is wrapped snuggly around her.
“I’m needy,” you say like that’s enough reason for the client and her bodyguard to be fucking, “and our heat cycles sync…”
Sevika grunts, teeth gritting hard as she fucks you harder.
Your pussy is a squirting mess on her dick. She’s so thick you struggled taking her initially but then she pinned you down and fucked you anyway. You didn’t even complain, you didn’t try to push her away— you begged for more instead.
“Fuck me harder,” you whisper, bringing her closer.
You look into her eyes and for a second you both pause— then she kisses you— the kiss is comically soft for the rough sex you’re indulging in.
Puuuleeeaaassseee can we get more dealersevikaxhyperfemme stoner reader!! Like imagine because of Sevika’s reputation they’de expect her to be with someone a little more grunge but then they see reader in all their hyper-femme bubblegum princess glory and everyone is SHOOK but Sevikas just like “what” 🤷🏾♀️
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men and minor dni
sevika likes to take you on her nightly deliveries.
it's nice. you get to play passenger princess, reclined in the seat beside her, bundled up in blankets and eating your snacks. she lets you play your music, occasionally singing along to songs she recognizes. sometimes you navigate for her if you've got a delivery far out of town, and sometimes you count money and weigh flower for her. mostly, though, you're just there to look pretty and keep her company. when she's done, she always buys you dinner. sometimes it's something nice and fancy at a sit down place, sometimes it's just drive through burgers and fries.
you love it. you love her. you love watching her drive, a concentrated little furrow in her brow. you love watching her chat to customers, the way she gets along with almost everyone even when she insists she's anti-social. mostly, you just like being with her, holding her hand over the center console and giggling at the stupid jokes she makes.
what you don't love is constantly having to explain who you are to her new customers.
nobody seems to believe you. people hear sevika's got a girlfriend, and they start expecting someone like her. someone with a wallet chain and holes in their old jeans. they don't expect the glittering, fuzzy pink aura you seem to give off. they're often pretty shocked.
"yo, sevika! thank you for comin' all the way out dude, i was runnin' way too low and all the dispos in town are closed this late. how much do i owe ya--" the man's voice fades as he jumps into the backseat, getting a good look at you. he chuckles. "who's the princess?"
you roll your eyes. sevika hums as she weighs out the flower. "'s my girl. you've heard me talk about her before, right?"
the man in the backseat blinks a few times, his eyes darting between you and your girlfriend. "...really?" he asks. you sigh.
sevika, none the wiser, lets a small smile take over her features. "yeah. what's it been babe, almost three years now?" she asks.
you can't help but smile, despite your annoyance. "yeah, baby." you say.
sevika's smile grows, and she ties the little baggie full of weed in a knot. "my wife, someday." she teases.
you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and smacking her shoulder. "shut up."
"'s true." she says with a sweet smile.
you've completely forgotten your company in the backseat by now, too distracted by her sweet talking. before you can rembember your audience, you lean across the console, grab sevika's jaw, and plant a wet, glossy kiss on her lips. when you pull away, sevika's smiling like she's just won the lottery.
"tastes like marshmallow." she giggles, licking your gloss off her lips. you snort.
"'s a new flavor. that sparkly pink one you bought me yesterday."
"mmm. i like it. you should make it a regular."
"huh." you both jump a bit as the man in the backseat speaks up. he's still studying the pair of you, but his confusion has faded. "y'know, i always pictured your girlfriend to be..." he waves his hand a bit, like he's looking for the word. "tougher."
sevika frowns, and turns her attention. "tougher?"
"yeah, y'know. maybe a little emo. lots of eyeliner. some piercings or tattoos or something. like you, y'know?" you snort a bit. sevika's certainly not emo, but you'll definitely be teasing her about that for a while. she does love her eyeliner.
"hey. my girl's plenty tough--" sevika starts.
"well yeah, but she looks like a cupcake." you huff and cross your arms. you aren't even that dressed up tonight! it's just a bedazzled pink tracksuit... okay. you see his point.
"do you have an issue with that?" sevika asks. the man in the back waves his hands up.
"no! no, no! not at all! it's-- it's just unexpected. 's kinda cute, actually. you guys make a cute couple." he says. "like, opposites attract, and all that."
sevika studies him for a minute, before looking over at you. her gaze softens as she studies you, and finally, she throws the baggie in the back. "that's eighty."
the man fumbles for his wallet. "h-here. didn't mean no offense, really." he says, handing the money over. sevika hums.
"see you next time." she says. the man takes the dismissal for what it is, and runs out of the car.
for a moment, it's silent. then sevika huffs. "are we really that different?" she asks you. you giggle a little.
"i mean..."
"okay, okay, i get it. but i hate gettin' shit like that. i know we look different, but you're still mine. hate having to explain that shit to people like it's not obvious."
you smile. "i think it's pretty obvious. just gotta give 'em a minute to get over the shock."
"but is it so shocking?" sevika whines. "i think we make perfect fucking sense."
"you do?"
"yeah. you're the princess, i'm your prince."
you grin. that's one of the sweetest things sevika's ever said to you. "my knight in shining fuckin' armor, baby." you say.
sevika finally smiles, putting the car in drive. "c'mon, your highness. let's get outta here. you wanna get some burritos and smoke up in the park?"
you lean over the console and kiss her cheek, admiring the sticky pink stain it leaves behind. "sounds like heaven, baby."
It is very important to me that Gideon Nav is seen as a Losergirl. Seriously, she isn’t suave. She THINKS she’s suave, but she isn’t. She IS funny, especially when she’s the one narrating. Gideon is, in canon, a homeschooled teenager from a religious backwater planet and has canonically never touched a titty that wasn’t printed on paper or attached to her body. Don’t get me wrong, she is The Character of All Time.
But we all need to remember that this motherfucker blushed and stuttered when an older woman so much as batted an eyelash at her. She’s got as much game as Luke Skywalker going to Toshi Station to pick up some power converters. She’s amazing. Losergirl representation.
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