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Piercing Sevika's labret (4) -nsfw! 18+

nervous!sevika x piercer!reader

part 1 ,part 2, part 3

Content/ Warnings: ‼️18+ MINORS DNI‼️dom!reader x sub!sevika, lil bit of nervous!sevika, sub!top sev x dom!bottom r, thigh riding, fingering, oral, strap usage, dacryphilia if u squint, Sevika scared to touch r with mech arm and reader reassuring her. (Sry this took so long it’s my first time posting smut on here and I rewrote it so many times ughhh)

Word Count: 2,675

Time flew by so fast you couldn't even remember how the evening took this turn. One second, you're leaving the exhibition with Sevika's hand resting on the small of your back, the next she's in your apartment stripping off her jacket and moving around your kitchen like she owns it.

She cooked, you watched- bordering on eye-fucking her. Sevika moved within your space like a natural, a tea towel slung over her shoulder as she chopped an assortment of vegetables suspiciously fast. The precision in her movements made you wonder if she’d worked in a kitchen in her past. The thought turned lustful quickly; images of her in an apron tied low on her hips, dark hair swept back and a slight sheen of sweat glistening on her skin…god, she was temptation incarnate.

The food she cooked wasn’t just good, it was quality. It levelled the flavour and skill required to produce dishes served at luxury restaurants you’d saved up months for just to experience. And here Sevika was, just causally serving you a fine dining adjacent meal like it was effortless.

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You shared a plate of tiramisu- Sevika claimed she didn't have much of a sweet tooth. The act of clinking spoons and sharing food was more intimate than you thought it would be. Sevika took a few bites and then just observed. She seemed to be the observant, stoic type and more of a listener than a talker too; you’re starting to understand that the more you’re around her.

Your arms and knees brushed against each other with every shuffle and adjustment you both made to manoeuvre around the shared plate of dessert. As your small spoons clinked against the surface of the plate you felt Sevika’s gaze on you. You tried to pretend to not notice her but eventually you gave in and met her sharp eyes. She had this serious expression on her face as though she was in the midst of making a really important decision. She gave nothing else away, no smile, no cute upturned brows- this side of Sevika was completely foreign to you.

As you take another bite of the tiramisu, Sevika notices a smidgen of dessert that you missed on the top of your lip. Without thinking she swipes it off with her thumb, brings it back to her mouth and licks it off. The sight ruins you.

There's no turning back now.

"Fuck, you don't even know what you do to me, do you?" your voice breaks.

"I miss kissing you already" your voice dips; low and deliberate in that daring way you know she’s weak for.

You're plotting her downfall, with the way Sevika is eyeing your lips and shifting in her seat you know she can't resist you. The plate is carelessly clunked back onto the coffee table and your mouths are on each other in an instant.

You're not in some cramped piercing studio with sterile, blinding lights above you, a line of customers waiting for you to service them. You're at home in your own space, where you can do whatever you like and you know there's nothing stopping you now.

Sevika's pinned to the couch, arms restrained against the pillows by your hands. She knows she could easily flip you around and escape your grasp, but your weight on top of hers feels so perfect, your nails digging into her skin- it makes her feel like no one else can.

Airy sighs and small moans dance through the apartment air as the two of you utterly pour yourself into one another. As you straddle her frame Sevika pushes her head forward -arms still held down by yours- yearning to deepen the kiss. Her tongue grazes yours, kissing you deep and messy and her hips desperately buck.

“Always so eager, Sev, mmhm?” you tease and she can only whimper in response at the nickname, hips bucking up into yours again begging for any sort of friction.

You groan, not only at the pathetic sounds she’s making but at the feeling of her pressing up into you. You feel the ache between your thighs begin to intensify and slot yourself over one of her thick muscled thighs to ease it.

The contact is dizzying. She’s nestled between your thighs, only fitting closer against you with each roll of your hips. With each grind your moans grow louder, grittier; unrestrained.

Sevika blushes at the sight. For a second her body stutters, head slightly unsure of where to look with so much going on at once. The way your head lolls back at the dizzying friction, lips tugged at and teeth gritted- pushing a little further to reach that sweet spot, the bounce of your tits with every sudden movement. It takes her a second to compute what's actually going on but when she realises your hers to touch, to taste. To fuck.

It's like a switch flips in her brain.

Her hands latch onto your hips, digging into the crease of your upper thighs and finding purchase there. You suddenly feel more power behind each grind and instantly jerk at the feeling. Holding onto Sevika's broad shoulders for balance, you use her thigh. Riding it until you form a dark patch of your slick on her trousers, soaking right through the fabric. Sevika pushes your hips back and forth with her large hands, groaning at the pretty mess you've made and the raw sounds that leave your lips. She's not even the one humping herself dumb and yet she's beneath you, a moaning mess blubbering words like "Fuck, you look so hot like this", "Need you to cum on my thigh...please doll...need you so bad".

You won't admit it to her but her words are the biggest ego boost, seeing this big intimidating butch melting beneath your hands makes you so wet...only makes you want to fuck her until she can't take anymore.

As your lips latch onto her her jaw, kissing hickeys into her skin, you can’t help but glance down at her tits. The way they press tight against the black tank top she’s wearing, the fabric forced to stretch over their shape. The fact that she’s not wearing a bra only wears down what little restraint you have left. Before you can even think, your hands reach to grope them. The plush fat spilling between your fingers, her erect nipples brushing the centre of your palms through the thin barrier as you squeeze.

Obscene moans leave her mouth, your touch causing ripples of pleasure over her body. You push up her tank, letting it bunch up above her breasts and take one into your mouth. Fuck, you've been thinking about this for so long. Your tongue swirls around her nipple, fingers playing with the other, and hum into her pliant skin as you rock yourself stupid on her thigh.

Sevika knows you're close when your movements become careless and a sharp gasp escapes your lip.

She grabs you by your jaw, moving your face gently to the side so she has access to the skin on your neck. Her warm lips leave a trail of hickies across your throat, begging for you to cum and whispering needy, slutty dirty words in your ear.

You can't help but come undone when you feel her lick up the column of your throat. Your hips stutter and your body locks up, the crash of pleasure drowns out everything except for your racing heart beat and the warm flush of heat that engulfs your body after. Sevika runs her hands up your clothed back and helps you ride out your high , your hips jut here and there uncontrollably as you come down from the dizzying pleasure.

A damp patch of your arousal soaks through both of your clothes prompting you to strip, eyes still locked on each other.

You take her hand and lead her to your bedroom, her eyes gawk in awe at the round of your ass almost the entire way.

“Get on the bed” you order. She smirks, obeys and props herself up on her elbows so she can see you. The sight of you completely bare just for her has her thighs rubbing together, wishing your fingers... your mouth were there instead to ease her throbbing clit.

"Open your legs for me Sevi" you purr.

That nickname is new. Cute in that way only you can get away with and it triggers the butterflies in her stomach that she's refused to acknowledge until now.

Sevika doesn't hesitate to follow your order and when she does, your eyes glaze over with desire; pure, unadulterated lust.

You groan at her perfect cunt, soaked and glistening for you.

It's already been too long since you last touched her so you urge forward, hands twitching at the mere sight of her strong body. Sevika's watching you with those piercing eyes, lids weighed halfway down by lust.

The wait for you to just touch her is overbearing. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest is heaving in anticipation and nervousness, fingers twitch at her sides impatiently and all she can think about is the hot pulse you’ve caused between her legs.

She whines your name. It's loud, shameless, blinded by utter need.

You chuckle, mocking her pathetic state. You finally give in and smooth your hand up from her thigh to her entrance. She's dripping for you and when you finally drag a finger through her folds, slick coats your finger and then some. Her arousal dribbles down your fingers and you laugh.

"So wet for me and I've barely touched you baby" you coo.

Soft breaths leave her lips as she writhes in place. Your fingers feel so good she can't help but chase the pleasure with her hips, grinding into your touch.

You slip one finger into her and she pants and moans at the feeling. "More-fuck-I need more doll" she begs raggedly in that deep voice of hers.

You add another and bring your mouth to her pussy, drenching your chin and nose with her wetness. Your fingers are deep but gentle, easing her into the pleasure as you flick your warm tongue over her clit. Her large hands slip into your hair, tugging tighter as you fuck into her deeper and faster. It's only when you start to curl your fingers as you fuck her rougher that raw, unfiltered grunts and moans fill the room.

She squirms against you, hips jutting, mech hand grasping at the sheets. You know she's close and you can't help but moan into her. "You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna cum on my tongue? " the vibration of your muffled words shoots straight through her core and brings her over the edge.

Her thighs clench around your head, long muscular limbs freezing up in pleasure as she cries out your name over and over again overwhelmed by the feeling.

When she finally releases her hold on you, you slip your hands out from where they were hooked under her thighs. Sevika has this fucked out expression on her face that you know you'll cement into your mind forever- mouth open, tan skin slightly flushed, short hair dishevelled and eyes glazed over. All you can think of now is that you're so glad that she returned to your shop.

You manoeuvre yourself up and across her body, kissing your way up her abs and breasts, finally settling on top of her. You stroke away the sweat-stuck hairs on her forehead, after licking your fingers clean and kiss her gently.

"I don't usually do this with my clients just so you know" you hum into her collarbone.

She laughs and you feel the vibration against your chest. For some reason Sevika feels safe, the soft rumble of her laugh feels like home.

You take a breath and rake your eyes over the ink running up her burly figure. She watches you watch her, fascinated by the movement of your fluttering eyes.

The moment is peaceful, feels like an appropriate end to the night but all she can think about is fucking you, filling you up so snug and deep that the smallest movement will cause you to fall apart.

You notice the lust still whirling in her eyes. “You want more?” you question, feeling the same way. She lazily smirks, watching you lean over her frame to fish something out of a drawer.

You hold the strap by the harness, the thought of fucking you senseless makes her heartbeat quicken and her cunt clench around nothing.

She helps you adjust to the size by slipping two fingers into your soaked pussy. Your walls pull her in, begging for her cock. Something bigger, heavier, to satiate the aching desire to be filled up.

Once she’s in position, harness on and large frame on top of yours, she slides the dildo up and down your slick folds and cockily smiles at the squelching sound the motion produces. And for once you’re the one embarrassed and flushed beneath her.

“Stop teasing Sevika” your words come out like a mix of a whine and command and she can’t get enough of the combination. She gently thrusts in, watching it slowly sink into you. You breaths are shallow and you hiss at the sting as she stretches you out. A few gentle thrusts later and you’re telling her to “Fuck me like you mean it Sev, is that all you got?”.

She listens -a little too well- because now you’re limp, overcome by pleasure, stuttering through your words as you watch her thighs slap against yours, her dick buried deep inside you.

Sevika’s flesh hand grips onto your hip like it’s a handlebar, but her mech hand doesn’t do the same on the other side.

You noticed how it’s always kept busy pushing her hair back and out of her eyes, scrunched into the sheets, gripping onto the headboard so hard she might crush it. You need her to know it’s okay for her to touch you, cold metal and all.

In between each hard thrust you manage to tell her “Sevika, I need all of you…like I said- shit- before” you reach over to her prosthetic and place it on your hip, mirroring her human arm. “You can touch me” you urge earnestly and Sevika’s gone stock still now, hesitancy overtaking her body.

Her eyes sharpen to slits, like she’s trying to calculate the answer to an equation. You can tell she’s thinking too much and you cradle her face to drag her out of her thoughts.

You point with your eyes to her mech arm’s hold on you “Hey, look, you’re doing so well Sev. I want all of you baby, don’t doubt that okay? See how right we fit?”.

She nods her head, starting to become convinced by you.

The moment’s precious. Soft. And she’s appreciated how patient you are with her. She takes in your words but her mind’s already in the gutter by now. See how right we fit. You just had to use those words.

Fuck. Yeah, she does.

She glances down at the purple strap. Thick, veiny and nestled deep inside you and she crumbles.

“Don’t hold back, not with me” you whisper and bring her face to yours to kiss her lips gently.

Sevika chokes back a whimper and slams her hips back into yours, she moans at how well you take her- all the way to the fucking hilt.

You’re barely able to praise how good she is at this, your words are eventually drowned out by your uncontrollable moans and when you finally reach your climax, you cry.

It’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done, until it isn’t.

“That was the hottest…most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, doll” she stammered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Sevika’s brain practically explodes as she replays the moment your back arches off the covers and your body convulses, the pretty sounds leaving your mouth, the tears running down your flushed cheeks. The sight was heavenly

✧ END ✧

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(sry if the ending is abrupt, I felt like this was getting a bit long)

Btw this is the final part for this series, I hope you all enjoyed!! Thank you so much for all the notes and reblogs I rlly appreciate it <3

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[sevikaswinkinghole]

—Hot Line (firefighter sevika x reader)

previous - chapter four (last one)

synopsis: You’re fast asleep in your comfy little apartment, when the building fire alarm rips you from slumber like a personal attack. Groggy, annoyed, and barefoot, you stumble outside with the rest of your neighbors, expecting a false alarm and nothing more

What you don’t expect? A real fire. And an even realer firefighter—tall, broad-shouldered, absolutely gorgeous, and of course it’s her you choose to ask if you can go back to your home safe.

words: (masterlist)

cw: time lapse, girls making out, slow morning, grumpy and sleep deprived sevika, we’re going to horny jail, those two too, last chapter

The door clicks shut around 3:12AM.

Sevika doesn’t bother turning on a light—she knows where everything is by now. Her boots land by the wall with a dull thud, jacket tossed somewhere near the couch. Her prosthetic clinks lightly against the hardwood as she shrugs it off and sets it carefully on the stand.

It’s a dance she knows by heart now: unbuckle, unclip, unlace, breathe out.

The city outside is dead quiet. She’s dead on her feet.

Her shirt peels off, forgotten. Jeans half-kicked, half-dropped in the hallway. She doesn’t even think about finding a clean tee or brushing her hair. She’s just in a pair of clean boxers when she reaches the bed, the kind of tired that makes everything go soft around the edges.

You’re already asleep.

Curled on your side, one hand under the pillow, breathing slow and steady. The covers are bunched at your hips.

Sevika doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have to.

She slides into bed with the same ease she used to slide into bunk cots, only this time—this time there’s warmth. Skin.

Home.

She throws her arm across your waist, nose buried at the back of your neck. One leg thrown heavy over yours, like instinct. Like ownership.

You stir, soft and blurry with sleep. But you don’t wake—just make a tiny noise and lean back into her, familiar and easy, like this is routine.

And Sevika?

She passes out in seconds, breathing steady into the crook of your neck, heartbeat finally slowing.

Around 8AM, soft light seeps through the half-closed curtains, casting a glow across the sheets. The bed is warm, heavy with limbs tangled under the covers and the scent of sleep and skin.

You stir first. Slowly, gently—your body shifts under the weight of hers, trying not to wake her but needing to reach the edge of the bed.

You barely make it halfway before Sevika growls low against your neck.

“What’re you doing,” she mumbles, her voice rough like gravel, still thick with sleep and buried somewhere between your shoulder and the pillow.

You smile, whispering into the air, “I have to get up… I gotta go to work.”

Sevika doesn’t even lift her head. She just tightens her arm around your waist like a vice, her breath warm and slow on your skin. Her leg hooks tighter around yours.

“No,” she mutters flatly, with more attitude this time. Just—no.

She sounds genuinely offended.

You laugh softly, trying to wriggle out from under her arm, but it’s like trying to lift a truck with your back. She groans louder and buries her face deeper into your neck like she’s going to physically stop time with sheer willpower and stubbornness.

You don’t fight her grip. Not really. You sigh with a soft huff through your nose and settle back into her, letting her lean all her weight against your back, the warmth of her skin and the steady thump of her heartbeat anchoring you right there.

“I’m only working the morning shift,” you murmur, lips brushing her temple. “I’ll be back before you’re even awake.”

Sevika doesn’t answer right away—just groans like the injustice of it physically pains her. She nuzzles into the pillow, then turns her back to you completely, dragging half the blanket and every goddamn cushion with her. She burries herself under them with the dramatic flair of someone who just lost everything.

You blink. She grumbles, voice muffled by layers of softness and sleep.

“For once in my life I get to sleep in—and my damn girlfriend’s not even with me,” she says, tragically, like you’re abandoning her in the trenches.

You bite back a laugh, eyes wide, jaw tight trying not to grin too hard. “You’re unbelievable.”

No response.

“So dramatic.”

Still nothing—just her broad back, the rise and fall of it, and the pouty silence of a woman wronged.

You sigh again, smiling now, and lean forward to wrap your arms around her from behind, your chest pressed to her spine as you curl around her.

“Okay, okay,” you whisper, kissing the back of her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m a terrible girlfriend. Forgive me?”

She doesn’t answer. But her hand reaches down to catch yours under the covers, her fingers threading with yours, warm and slow.

You already know she’s forgiven you. Even if she’ll keep sulking for a little longer.

You’re moving around the room softly, towel-drying your hair and slipping into your clothes like a quiet morning ritual. You’ve already had breakfast, brushed your teeth, taken a long shower that made you think about Sevika’s mouth on your skin the entire time—and yet she hasn’t said a single word since you got out. Not a single one.

But she’s awake.

You feel her eyes on you before you turn. Still buried under the covers, head propped against a pillow like she’s barely alive, eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep, but open. Watching. Tracking the curve of your waist as you slide your shirt down. The quiet intimacy of it makes your stomach flip.

“Come here,” she mumbles finally, her voice wrecked and warm and low in a way that has no business sounding that good first thing in the morning.

You glance at the clock. You should be leaving soon. You really should.

But instead, you walk over.

She pulls the blanket down just enough for you to climb over her, and you straddle her lap easily, knees sinking into the messy sheets. She’s still under the covers, bare-chested, messy-haired, one eye barely open and the other lazily blinking like she’s debating between kissing you or falling asleep again.

Her hand finds your hip under your shirt—just rests there, rough fingers curling softly like it’s instinct. You’re warm from your shower, still slightly damp, and she hums when you lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth. She doesn’t chase your lips—just exhales against your cheek like this is enough. You being here. On her. Close.

The bedroom is dim, sleepy, with the curtains pulled just enough to let the soft morning light touch the edges of the room—enough to see where your socks landed, or where Sevika’s bra gave up last night. A cluttered mess of comfort and chaos, and still, somehow, it feels like the safest place you’ve ever been.

“Thought you were mad at me,” you tease, your voice soft against her temple.

“I am,” she mutters, closing her eyes again. “You smell like shampoo and productivity.”

You laugh, she doesn’t. But her thumb strokes your waist slow, lazy, half-asleep but present. Her way of saying stay even if she won’t say it out loud.

You’re still giggling quietly against her face when her fingers tug lightly at your shirt collar.

“Come back here.”

It’s not a question. Not a demand, either—just that rough, sleep-laced tone of hers that leaves no room for arguing, even when she can barely keep her eyes open.

You lean down, chest brushing hers through the covers, and she meets you halfway. Mouth slow and warm, a little dry from sleep, but real. She kisses like she’s been craving it since you stepped out of bed—tongue lazy, mouth soft, no rush, just having you for these few minutes.

You hum against her lips, and she swallows it like a secret.

Her fingers are still fisted in your collar, like if she lets go, the morning will start and you’ll be gone. Her hand on your hip tightens when you shift closer, grinding just a little, enough to feel her sigh and tilt her head deeper into the kiss.

It’s slow. Gentle. Addicting.

You’ve kissed before—last night, and nights before that—but there’s something in this one that feels different. Like she’s letting herself take. Just for now.

Her mouth moves against yours in quiet rhythm, one kiss melting into the next, and the next, until five whole minutes blur into warmth and breath and sleep-hazy desire. She should be asleep. Her eye bags are criminal, the dark smudges under them almost purple in the soft light—but she’s kissing you like you’re the only thing keeping her alive.

When you finally pull back, just barely, she keeps her grip on your shirt. Doesn’t open her eyes.

You whisper, “You need to sleep.”

She murmurs, low, “if you care so much about me, then stay in bed.”

You kiss her one more time, softer now, like a promise more than anything else. And just when you’re about to pull back and finally start your day, you murmur against her lips:

“But if I’m not going to work, and you’re staying here to sleep… then who’s gonna take Rusty back home?”

Sevika lets her head fall back into the pillow with a dramatic groan. “Do not put our son into this.”

You try to bite back a laugh, your smile too wide to hide.

She’s not even pretending to argue after that. Just lets her grip on your shirt slip away, her hand dragging down your side, heavy with sleep again. She grumbles something under her breath that might be “traitor,” but doesn’t fight it when you finally slip off her lap.

You tug on your pants, throw your shirt back into place, and lean in one last time, brushing the mess of her hair off her temple before pressing your lips there.

“Sleep, Sev.”

A grunt. Which you take as a yes.

And when you head out the door, the apartment is quiet—except for the soft huff of Sevika already passed out again, surrounded by pillows and your warmth lingering with her.

Around 12AM just like you promised, you unlock the door with one hand and gently hold Rusty’s leash with the other, bracing yourself for the tiny chaos about to unfold.

The second the door creaks open, Rusty’s tail starts wagging like crazy, nails clicking against the floor in rapid little scrapes. He knows he’s home. You bend down to unclip the leash but keep a firm hand on his collar, murmuring, “Wait. You’ll see her in a second, just—calm your butt.”

He gives a soft, excited bark, whole body vibrating, but he listens—barely. You smile, brushing your fingers behind his ears.

Once he’s slightly more composed, you release him, and he bolts down the hallway, paws skidding just a bit on the wooden floor as he races toward the bedroom. You don’t even need to follow to know exactly what’s happening.

A dull thump, the rustle of sheets, and then Sevika’s voice, hoarse and warm from sleep: “…Damn it, Rusty.”

You poke your head in a few seconds later, already grinning.

She’s still mostly buried in the covers, hair a complete mess, eyes only half open, and somehow, your giant baby Rottweiler has managed to nestle himself across her chest and stomach like he belongs there. Sevika doesn’t even look annoyed. Her only heavy arm wraps around Rusty’s barrel chest as she sighs like this is just part of life now.

Rusty lets out a low, happy huff, tongue lolling out, and Sevika scratches lazily behind his ear without even opening both eyes. “He smells like meds.”

“He just spent the night at the clinic, babe,” you remind her, stepping inside and toeing your shoes off.

She hums in acknowledgment, still sleepy, her voice deep and soft against the pillows. “He better not pee on me.”

“He won’t,” you say, though you’re already holding back a laugh. “He missed you.”

Sevika shifts slightly, letting Rusty stretch out more across her ribs. “Yeah, well. I missed him too.”

And she means it. You can hear it in her voice—even if she’s half-asleep and buried under eighty pounds of overexcited young dog.

She’s bad at expressing feelings, she would probably never tell you she missed you, but her son? ‘It’s not the same, he’s a dog.’

You don’t mind it, not at all.

You lean against the doorway for a moment, watching the two of them settle. Sevika, your insufferable, exhausted girlfriend. Rusty, your overly dramatic, needy son. And this…this was your home.

It doesn’t get much better than this.

The apartment is quiet when Sevika wakes up, early evening sun cutting through the half-closed curtains. Rusty’s heavy head is resting over her calves, his entire body curled behind her like some oversized, breathing heating pad. He lets out a sleepy snort when she shifts, blinking blearily at her, and follows her groggily when she slides out of bed.

Her steps are slow, dragging just a little as she moves through the familiar clutter of their home. She doesn’t bother putting on a shirt—just grabs her prosthetic and snaps it into place with practiced ease, rolling her shoulder once to adjust the weight.

Rusty’s nails tap behind her as she pads toward the kitchen.

You’re already there.

Sitting at the small table in your favorite shirt—hers, actually—with your laptop open and music playing low on the speaker. Some mellow song she doesn’t recognize, but it matches the morning. Calm. Easy. You’re focused, typing something with your lip tucked between your teeth, and your coffee’s long gone cold beside you.

Sevika leans down and wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, chin brushing over the top of your head as she exhales through her nose.

You smile, not startled in the slightest. “Hi sleeping beauty.”

“Hi,” she mumbles back, her voice still rough and low. Then, against your temple: “So… Wanna do something extraordinary for our anniversary tomorrow? Took my day off before you could blame me for being a terrible person.”

You hum, slow and thoughtful like you’re actually considering wild options, then glance at her over your shoulder with a smirk. “Pizza and beer?”

Sevika groans like you’ve just said the most seductive thing in the world, burying her face in the side of your neck. “Fuck. You know how to talk to me.”

You laugh softly and reach up to hold her arm draped across your chest, warm and solid and still a little sleepy.

Behind you both, Rusty lets out another deep sigh and flops dramatically onto the floor, claiming his spot in the sun.

Your second anniversary doesn’t start with anything fancy. It’s not your thing.

Just takeout pizza, cold beer, the soft glow of the TV, and a makeshift nest of cushions and blankets spread across the floor of your living room. You’re both sitting against the couch, legs stretched out and toes grazing, your Rottweiler snoring softly between you with his big head in your lap.

It’s late.

You’re both tipsy—just a little. Sevika doesn’t get drunk easily, not really, but you’ve learned that she gets a certain kind of warm when she drinks with you. Looser in the shoulders. Quicker to laugh. The kind of quiet that comes with comfort, not caution.

You’re halfway through some series you’ve both been watching without paying that much attention when Sevika shifts, sets her half-finished beer on the coffee table, and leans her head back against the couch. Her arm brushes yours.

She exhales, then glances at you sideways. Her voice is low. “Hypothetically…”

You look at her, pizza crust in hand. “Yeah?”

“If I asked you to marry me with pizza and a beer, you wouldn’t be offended, would you ?”

There’s a beat.

Then your laugh bursts out—bright, surprised, loud in the small apartment. Pure joy.

You almost choke on your crust.

“What—? No! No, I wouldn’t be offended, are you kidding me?”

Sevika tries not to smile too wide, but she fails. Her eyes drop to the floor like she’s embarrassed, but the smile’s there anyway, stubborn and real. She picks at the label on her bottle.

You turn toward her, still laughing softly, setting your own beer down. “Was that a hypothetical hypothetical or, like… hypothetical for real?”

Sevika shrugs one shoulder, but her eyes find yours again and she doesn’t look away. “Dunno. Just… thinkin’.”

You lean over, brush your lips against her cheek, then her mouth. Slow. Soft. Familiar.

“Then think faster,” you whisper. “’Cause I’m saying yes.”

Rusty lets out a groan between you two and flops onto his back like he’s been personally wronged by all this affection.

Sevika laughs into your mouth.

And you kiss her again, still sitting on the floor, with beer breath and greasy fingers and the feeling of a whole life stretching out ahead of you.

Just like that. Easy. Extraordinary.

You’re still smiling when Sevika pulls back just enough to look at you.

Her fingers rest warm on your thigh, and there’s something in her eyes—soft, slow, a little unsure, but there. She tips her head toward you with a tiny, crooked smirk.

“So…” she says, dragging the word out. “Do I actually have to ask?”

You bite your lip, eyes gleaming, and hum thoughtfully like you’re considering it.

“I’d love you to,” you say, lifting a brow, playful. “But no need.”

She groans, dramatic and low in her throat. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You just grin at her, and then—without ceremony, without moving—you watch her shift onto her side a little, elbow on the floor, leaning in closer.

Her free hand reaches out for yours, and yeah, it’s greasy with leftover pizza oil, and the dog is still between you like a stone slab in the bed of romance, but her voice is steady when she says it.

“Alright,” she mutters. “Then I’m asking. Will you marry me?”

You blink once, and then your face splits into another loud, shocked laugh—again. You throw your head back like you can’t believe she actually did it.

“Like that?!” you wheeze. “With cheese on your fingers, Sev?”

She shrugs like that’s a you problem. “We’re already halfway through the damn pizza, might as well make it official.”

You wipe your hands on your sweatpants before crawling closer and grabbing her face, your nose brushing hers. Still grinning. Still laughing. You kiss her, mouths still smiling.

“God,” you say between kisses, “I love you so bad it’s disgusting.”

Sevika groans again, but this time it’s into your mouth. “You’re the gross one.”

“You asked me to marry you mid-bite.”

“You said yes.”

You knock your forehead against hers, both of you laughing now, your dog snoring beside you like nothing happened. And when you kiss her again, it’s a little deeper. A little slower. Still smiling.

Because it’s not perfect. It’s not polished. It’s not planned.

It’s you. It’s her. It’s this life you’ve made—messy, loud, full of crumbs and arguments about laundry and silent, sleepy mornings and one very spoiled dog.

You’re still grinning when you pull back, sitting cross-legged in front of her, hands still tangled together, your whole face flushed from laughing. Sevika’s looking at you like she’s got plans now—long, slow-burning plans that definitely don’t involve finishing the pizza.

Then her eyes dart to Rusty, who’s curled up like a massive loaf between the two of you, halfway dozing with his nose on his paw.

Sevika jerks her chin toward the hallway.

“C’mon,” she mutters, already getting to her feet and tugging your hand with her. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You blink. “Now?”

She deadpans, “Yeah. And lock the door.”

You arch a brow, smirking. “Lock the door?”

Sevika points at Rusty with the gravest expression she’s ever worn. “He doesn’t need to see that.”

You lose it—laughing so hard your knees buckle a little, and Sevika just pulls you in closer with a smug little grin tugging at her mouth.

And you let her drag you away, pizza forgotten, beer still open, your oversized Rottweiler sighing dramatically as he’s abandoned in the living room.

Because yeah, you’re getting married.

But first?

You’re gonna make out like teenagers and make love behind a locked bedroom door. Because Sevika’s got ideas, and Rusty’s baby eyes don’t need to see that.

End of Hot Line, firefighter!sevika ! Thank you so much for all the support, thank you for reading my lesbian-helpless-romantic-stupid fics, thank you for being here, thank you for letting me know what you feel when I write and how good you feel with my work. I love you guys, thank you.

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i’m light headed this is so good-

what about sevika holding you in a chokehold with her big bicep while giving you strap…….

ohh this is so hot.

you’re not sure when you stopped being on top you remember straddling her, hands on her chest, trying to grind slow and sweet, but sevika doesn’t do sweet when she’s got the strap on. not when you’re looking that fucking pretty, not when you’re whining and squirming like her whole job is to break you open.

she grabbed you. flipped you like it was nothing..a blur of motion, a grunt in her throat, your wrists pinned above your head before you could even blink. and now you’re on your side. face down in her sheets, legs spread wide, Sevika’s huge body spooned up behind you. one arm wrapped tight around your throat. one hand gripping your thigh. and the strap? deep in your cunt, grinding in slow, nasty circles like she’s fucking punishing you with it.

“you thought you were gonna ride me?” her voice is low. teasing. cruel. her forearm flexes around your throat, cutting your moan off into a broken little gasp. “nah, baby. you’re too fuckin’ small for that. too easy to manhandle.”

her bicep is huge. thick and solid, the kind that looks carved from stone, flexing against your jaw as she pulls you tight into her chest. you can’t move. can’t twist or squirm or even breathe properly, not with her arm locking you in like a fuckin’ python.

and you don’t want to move. not when she’s grinding that strap so deep in your cunt, the base flush to your lips, your pussy stretched wide and soaked, making the filthiest little noises every time her hips roll forward.

“feel that?” she growls, mouth right against your ear. “feel how deep i am, doll?”

you whimper. nod. her forearm presses harder. your breath cuts off for a second, just long enough to make your head spin, and your hips jerk, pussy clenching hard around the strap.

“fuck yeah. knew you liked that.” she grinds into you, thick silicone dragging against every sweet spot inside, your clit grinding on the base. her chest is hot against your back. her voice is fucked, rough and tight, like she’s barely holding herself together. “so fuckin’ small. so tight. like this pussy was made for me. look at you—can’t even breathe right and you’re still tryin’ to cum like a dumb little slut”

you’re drooling. eyes rolled back. legs trembling from where she’s got your thigh pinned up and open, letting her rut into your cunt at the filthiest angle, slow, deep, mean thrusts that feel like she’s pressing up into your ribs.

her arm flexes tighter.

“say it.” you can barely get the words out. “s-sevika—f-fuck—im yours—” “louder.” you choke. your body bucks. she spits on your cheek and ruts into you hard, slamming the strap into your soaked pussy with a grunt. “say it like you fuckin’ mean it.”

“i'm yours! fuck! sevika—please—i can’t—i c-can’t—”

her forearm squeezes once, hard enough to blank your vision for a second. and she fucks into you right as your breath cuts out, one brutal thrust, balls-deep, her hips grinding into the back of your thighs while the whole bed shakes.

your cunt clenches hard. you cum. violently. body twitching, mouth open but silent, too breathless to scream. and sevika’s groaning behind you, hips still moving, dragging the strap in and out slow to fuck you through it. “there you go, baby. take it. fuckin’ take it. come on my cock.”

you’re limp. shaking. legs useless. but she doesn’t stop. her voice drops an octave. one hand slips down between your legs, flicks your clit, rough and fast, while her cock stays buried in your cunt. “we’re gonna do that again. and again. until you can’t speak.”

you sob. you’re gasping now, short little stutters of air every time she loosens her chokehold for a second, lets you breathe just enough, then tightens again like a leash.

“look at this fuckin’ body,” she pants, voice raw, hips slamming harder. “look how good it looks gettin’ ruined on my strap. you see how deep this cock’s inside you?” her hand presses on your lower belly right above your cunt, and you feel it. the base of the strap. the curve of it hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “that’s how far i am. right fuckin’ there.”

she pulls you back with the chokehold, dragging your throat tighter into her elbow so your head tilts back against her shoulder. mouth open, eyes rolled, tits bouncing with every sharp slam of her hips.

and then she spits in your mouth. grabs your jaw and spits. “swallow it.”

you do. your head’s spinning. your pussy’s gushing, soaking her strap, the sheets, her thighs. you’re mewling nonsense, your breath all fucked up, and sevika’s laughing low and cruel behind you.

“you’re gonna cum again. breathless. stuffed full. like a fuckin’ ragdoll. and when you do?” her voice curls into a snarl, her cock slamming up, up, deep, splitting you open all over again.. “you better say my name like it’s the last thing you’ll ever fuckin’ breathe.”

[sevikaswinkinghole]

baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three

[sevikaswinkinghole]

Sevika prefers to get you anklets over bracelets because that way your ankles look cute with her initial.

While they’re folded back or over her shoulders while she drills into you with her strap.

“S’pretty, baby,” She’d moan, kissing right over where the ‘S’ charm thumps against your skin from the force of her thrusts. “All fuckin’ mine.”

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season 2 Arcane Hottest Character Poll: Round 1

Sevika vs. Sky

Reblog to make this poll more fun! Propaganda is strongly encouraged! This poll is regarding season 2. Post whatever you like, but I'll only reblog propaganda from season 2.

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I can't with this account

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vi girlies 🤝 ellie girlies

abby girlies 🤝 sevika girlies

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Piercing Sevika's labret (2)

nervous!sevika x piercer fem!reader

part 1

Content: nervous whipped!sevika, mostly fluff?, sexual tension, first kiss, making out in a kinda public space.

Word Count: 1,495

A slow week had passed and you couldn’t stop thinking about Sevika. More so, the fact that you couldn’t muster up enough courage to ask for her number. The regret stung you with each passing day because fuck she was the hottest woman you’d ever seen.

You kept replaying the moment your heart stuttered at the sight of her, the sweet fruity smell of her shampoo, the fleeting touches between you. However, the more you tried to remember every minute detail of that afternoon the more it slipped through your fingers like smoke, taunting you to chase it as it floated further and further from your grasp.

Your co-workers noticed how distracted you were lately as well as your longing looks outside the window.

“She looks like she’s waiting for her knight wife to return from battle” one of your co-workers joked to the other from behind you.

“I can hear you, Gwen” you grumbled through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point hun. Get a grip, you’re scaring off the customers. Put that signature smile back on your face” she sassed.

There was no point in sulking and wallowing in your non-existent love life since it was your own inability to make a move on Sevika that destroyed any hope of seeing her again in the future. So, you made yourself useful in one of the back rooms and started organising the stock.

Your other co-worker finished her shift and went home leaving just you and Gwen, who was managing the front-of-house area, to run the shop.

The bell rung as another customer entered the shop but you paid no attention to it as you were sure Gwen had it covered.

Sevika was back.

This time wearing an outfit with more intention behind it and the fresh scent of her morning shower still clinging to her skin. Her new labret only heightened her confidence and emphasised that effortlessly cool look she sported.

Sevika was only content with leaving her house after inspecting her appearance at least twenty times. That morning (and every day since she last saw you) she only had one image in her mind, one voice fuelling her thoughts. Yours.

“Hi” Gwen greeted Sevika upon her entrance.

Sevika’s face dropped, her expression turning even more sour and intimidating than her resting face.

She had hoped to see you again, even polished her mechanical arm and sprayed on that expensive perfume she only wore for special occasions.

All of that effort for some random woman to be at the front desk instead of you. Sevika sighed and had lost all hope until a familiar voice shouted out “Gwen is the other stapler with you?”.

The tall woman’s eyebrows shot up at the sound of your voice and a sudden light, floaty feeling begun forming in her stomach.

Butterflies?

Sevika shot down the thought instantly, she never gets butterflies.

But when you turned the corner and finally graced her eyes with that gorgeous face of yours, that funny feeling resurfaced tenfold.

"Sevika!" you stood still in your tracks, mouth ajar, still trying to wade through the shock of seeing her at the most unexpected moment.

"Hi" she gave you a little wave, her voice gentle.

Gwen looked between the both of you, eyes darting back and forth, clearly confused. "I'll take the stock room" Gwen grabbed the stapler you were looking for and switched places with you, letting you handle Sevika.

"How are you?" you stepped closer, leaning across the front desk casually. Internally, you felt anything but casual about Sevika's sudden appearance. The clothes you wore today were okay looking but certainly not your best and you wished you did something better with your hair.

"Good. How are you-" Sevika meant to continue but realised she never got your name. "Sorry, I didn't get your name last time" she laughed. The sound was low and breathy, a sound already logged in your mind and saved to replay for later.

"It's [ name ], and I'm good! Glad to see you again"

She says your name, more to herself than to you, like she's cementing it in her mind and it's a moment you know you'll never forget. Your name sounds so good coming from her lips that you don’t think you’ll be able to hear it any other way from now on.

Glad to see you again. Sevika can't tell if you actually mean that or if it's just absent minded customer service talk, but the sentence slices right through her chest and lands in her heart regardless.

"You too"

Her words are always simple. It's not a quality you dislike because it's so her, but it only makes you wonder how she talks behind closed doors when she's with someone she can let her guard down with.

"Another piercing?"

She nods and as you fidget with the faulty card machine that always malfunctions the realisation hits Sevika, she didn't even think about what piercing to get. All she thought about was your feather-light touch, warm against her skin and the goosebumps that crawled up her arm and neck after.

“What are you thinking this time?”

Sevika internally panics. Her mind blanks and for some reason a late night ,or rather early morning , conversation at The Last Drop flashes through her brain. A high pitched, annoying squeaky voice echoes “You’d look so dumb with an eyebrow piercing”.

“Eyebrow piercing” Sevika blurts out the words before she can think, regretting them immediately after. You perk up at her answer, excited to do one since it’s been so long since your last.

Fuck you, Jinx.

Sevika knows the next time she sees that brat she won’t hear the end of how stupid she looks.

-

You’re back in the same studio as last time and as you draw the markings on Sevika’s skin, curiosity strikes you.

“Why an eyebrow piercing?”

She’s silent for a while until

Fuck it

“Honestly?…I just wanted an excuse to see you again”.

Oh.

You’re breathless for a second. That was the last answer you expected.

As you try and figure out what to say/ recover from her answer, Sevika’s heart is practically beating out of her chest.

Why the fuck did she just say that? Why aren’t you saying anything yet? Did she just mess things up? Fuck, she did, didn’t she?

Your voice stops her from spiralling and you see her shoulders physically relax a little as you reply “You don’t need an excuse Sevika”. Her breath quickens and you notice her pupils dilate as she stares up into your eyes. Your voice is low and husky, close to a whisper like a secret meant only for her ears.

Her silver gaze flickers down to your soft lips and back up to your eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss you.

You’re salivating at the sight of her full lips and can’t hold back any longer.

“Can I-”

Sevika closes the gap between you before you can even ask.

The kiss is gentle at first, both of you soaking in each others touch, eyebrows furrowed and breathless.

Then it gets desperate. Passionate. You drop the marker and gloves you were holding onto the floor and Sevika moves herself closer to you, now on the edge of the leather seat. You arms wrap around her shoulders as the kiss deepens, the slow sounds of your mouths moving in tandem fill the room. You lick your tongue against her lips, begging for entry and she instantly lets you in. A soft sigh escapes her mouth as you move your body closer to hers, thighs slotting between hers.

Sevika’s flesh hand wanders your body, grazing over your shoulder-blades, arms, sliding down the valley of your back- anything she could reach. Yet, her mech arm rested against the leather tattoo bed, too far from your body for your liking.

You needed all of her.

Your kisses are messier, deeper and more vulnerable sounds begin to leave the both of you. In between kisses you tell her “I need both”.

She’s confused for a second until you gently place your hand over her prosthetic and place it on your waist.

Sevika looks a little shocked, perplexed even and you don’t understand it. “Touch me” you whisper and lead her mech arm up your body until she’s gained control of the movement and taken over.

You need to be closer to her- fill every gap there is and press your front against hers- and when you do even that's not enough. Your thigh unconsciously moves up and over one of hers, you haven't even registered your own body's reaction to her because it feels instinctual. Primal.

But before you can straddle her, a sharp noise booms through the room.

The both of you jerk away at the jarring sound. You completely forgot Gwen was still here.

"Sorry!" Gwen sheepishly apologises and cringes at the mess of miscellaneous items on the floor.

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I cannot say enough good things about this fic yall need to lock in

PART SIX

summary: in which you and sevika are divorced. click to read chapters one, two, three, four, and five. chapter seven, the last chapter, will be uploaded soon.

word count: 8562

thank you for all the support throughout this fic. we are nearing the end. happy reading!

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The sound of Lianna and Ava’s bickering is what grounds you as you wash your hands.

You’re standing in the kitchen, brain running a mile a minute despite you knowing that everything will be okay. Lianna and Ava are sitting on the kitchen floor a few feet away. They’ve brought down a couple of Barbies from Ava’s room (in which you’ve noticed are all really fucked up) and now they’re deciding over which one is “the best.”

Gert and Sevika are installing the storm panels around the house while Grayson has disappeared to wherever Mel is. So you agreed to finish dinner, fighting off a sense of Deja Vu that keeps hitting you.

This is all too familiar.

Of course the presence of Lianna and Ava are what differs from your reality years ago. But it still feels like yesterday when you would be baking in this very same kitchen, spending endless hours getting lost in the craft. And beyond this being second-nature, it’s also registering that you’re stuck in this house for longer than you’ve anticipated. 

Throughout this past week, there has been a nagging thought in the back of your brain about being here more often. But still. You never would have imagined that this would be happening so soon. 

After searching through all of the cupboards (some things have been rearranged), you finally find the plates. It’s not long before you’re carrying a stack to the island countertop. You also spot a collection of smaller plates, some sparkly and others painted with cartoon characters on them. You smile smally at the sight, knowing that Sevika must have bought them for Ava. 

“What movie should we watch?” You hear Lianna ask Ava.

You grab two of the juvenile plates from the cabinet. 

“Spirit!”

Your heart squeezes at the suggestion.

“Aw, no. It’s too sad!” Lianna complains.

A snort leaves you.

You set all the plates evenly on the counter space. 

You turn off the stove, you grab a cup for everyone. 

It’s a routine song and dance. 

“Alright!” A voice erupts and is followed by the sound of hands clapping. You jump from the startle. It’s Gert. She appears from the hallway, wiping her forehead with the back of her arm. “Storm panels are good to go. Everyone should be joining us shortly. Do you need help?”

***

The only noise that fills the atmosphere is the muted patter of rainfall along with the occasional clash of silverware. You chew each bite of your steak methodically, eyes downcast to the plate before you.

Across from you sits Grayson with Mel to her right. Gert and Lianna are to her left. 

Sevika is to your right and Ava to your left.

You’d say that the only people currently jovial at the dinner table are the kids. They have their headphones on, eyes glued to their tablets while they eat their food. Usually, you don’t like for Ava to be occupied by technology. But you had made an exception for tonight. You didn’t want her to notice the obvious tension that was looming in the air.

You felt naive for thinking that everyone could ignore the elephant in the room and enjoy the evening. That is what you expected when everyone had filed into the kitchen to retrieve their plates.

But instead, you had been met with a looming silence; one that hasn’t left the house during the last 20 minutes. 

Slowly, you shift your gaze to Mel. She’s already looking at you with a strange expression on her face. Before you can say anything, she diverts her attention to her plate, taking another bite of her steak.

You try to decipher what she could possibly be thinking–why she seems to be against something that she used to support so much.

She had been your shoulder to cry on for decades. She had been the first person to know about your growing crush on Sevika, something that felt like it came out of nowhere during your sophomore year of highschool. She had helped you think of a way to ask Sevika to junior-year prom. She had been supportive when you told her that you wanted to forego college; that you thought a different path to life would make you happier. She was the most supportive when Sevika had secretly dropped out of college during her sophomore year and immediately drove 20 hours to your apartment (which quickly became her home too). Mel had been your closest confidant, your best friend. Your sister.

You find yourself wishing that she could shove that stick out of her ass. You want her to be fully transparent. To really tell you what it is that has her acting in such a way, because this isn’t the Mel that you know. 

You peer at her once more and there she is again, shifting her gaze from Sevika to you. Her chewing is slow. Calculating. As if she’s trying to find missing pieces to a puzzle. As if she’s using all of her energy to understand something that she just…can’t.

Sevika looks up from her plate. Her silverware falls to the table with a loud clatter. You flinch from the sound.

That’s when you notice that Sevika’s jaw is flexed. 

Her ises, which are swirling pools of charcoal, flash while she flares her nose. You’ve only been on the receiving end of that glare a handful of times and you almost feel bad that it’s being directed to Mel.

“I’m not dealing with this shit for the rest of the night,” Sevika warns. Her voice is all steel, a clear indication that she’s at her wits end. “Whatever else you have to say, spit it out.”

The air is charged. Immediately, your posture straightens. Alarmed, you glance at Grayson and Gert. Hoping that they step in…hoping that they do something. But instead, they remain silent. Gert keeps her eyes on her plate, finding sudden interest in her food. 

Grayson merely shakes her head before taking a hearty gulp of her beer.

Your throat dries.

Instinctively, your hand reaches out and rests on Sevika’s shoulder. Both her and Mel have yet to break their staring contest. 

“Sev,” You find yourself saying. “It’s okay.”

“Except it's not.” She admonishes, voice growing thin. 

With bated breath, you linger, wishing that she'll change her mind and drop the conversation. 

Another crack of thunder sounds.

Your hand falls from her shoulder, adrenaline skyrocketing. 

“I'm gonna be honest Mel, you're starting to piss me off,” Sev continue. “I know you're protective because of the things I said to you that night. I get it. But I'm a grown fucking woman. Has it not occurred to you that maybe this should have happened much sooner than it did?”

You wince as Sevika’s volume raises. “Sev.”

“No.” She snaps, eyes darting to you with incredible speed. You're surprised that her neck doesn't break with how sharply her head turns in your direction. And you almost fear that she’s grown angry at you too; that this entire ordeal with Mel has caused her to be unnerved by anyone within breathing distance. 

But then you notice the firm assurance in her face. Her regard is unwavering, holding you with fierce eyes that display nothing but pure protectiveness. 

Protectiveness for herself. 

And for you. 

It catches you off guard because it’s unfamiliar. It’s the complete opposite of the vulnerable (and tentative) bubble that has been surrounding her lately. 

She grabs your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours. Tenderly, she presses a kiss against your fingertips which causes your eyes to widen. 

Your jaw falls slack, searching her face for an answer. Because, certainly, this is not something that you two have agreed upon. There's not supposed to be any PDA in front of your friends, not while you're both trying to get adjusted to this—not while Sevika’s brain is still trying to catch up to her heart.

“Just let me speak.” She mutters. 

Her hand squeezes yours.

She turns back to a gobsmacked Mel. “I’m still in love with her.” Sevika adds. “And she knows.” 

You watch Mel process everything that's being thrown at her. She seems a bit stricken, blinking silently while she observes the way that Sevika cradles your hand with both of hers; how Sevika’s thumb rubs soothing circles against your skin.

“We’ve decided to take this second chance.” Sevika continues. “At first we agreed to wait before telling everyone but…”

Your heart races at the way the room stills. Mel’s jaw is slack, seemingly struggling to respond due to her daze. 

You don't bring yourself to face Gert and Grayson. You can only imagine what they're thinking right now…

Sevika squeezes your hand once more, which has the effect that she intends. Despite your quickening pulse, you allow your muscles to unspool with the knowledge that she's by your side. None of tonight's events would have ever been on your bingo card this morning.

But Sevika is sitting beside you, steadfast in her love and respect. She has done the very thing you never thought she would do—not this soon. 

Surely, that’s enough to ground you.

“You’re…” Mel stammers.

You swallow hard, shifting in your seat nervously. “This is still very new to us. It's only been a week.” You explain. “But it’s true. We’re…together.” You pause. “In a sense.”

Realization dawns on Mel’s features. “...A week. That was last…”

And that's when you know that she finally gets it. 

She braces against her chair, cogs in her brain practically turning a mile a minute.

“It was the same day I broke up with Hazel.” Sevika admits.

You do your best to shove that night to the back of your mind. As amazing as it was, the last thing you needed to be thinking about was how easily Sevika had carried you to your bedroom. How she had kissed you with mind-numbing desperation, barely letting you catch your breath before she pressed you into your duvet, towering over you…covering you with her body, licking and biting and pushing into you with—

“And I know what I told you has worried you.” Sevika adds. “I appreciate your concern and I appreciate you being protective. But this divorce is on the both of us. Not just her. We’ve both been rash and naive and stubborn. We’ve hurt each other equally. And it was a mutual decision to give this another shot.”

“I…” Mel shakes her head. “I didn't realize…I had no idea—”

“Because you didn't ask. You assumed and you meddled,” Sevika’s eye twitches. “I need you to know that I’m pissed because she's supposed to be your best friend. And yet you didn't have the decency to give her the benefit of the doubt or even just have a simple fucking conversation with her.”

Your gut stirs as your struggle to filter through a magnitude of emotions. But the one that truly overpowers you is confusion.

A nagging memory from last week, the one when you impulsively called Sevika, filters into your brain. You remember talking about her breakup with Hazel. You remember not being able to stop yourself from confessing your feelings to Sevika. You remember practically putting your heart on the line, begging her not to crush it. And you remember being relieved when she didn't. 

But what you also remember, a passing comment that you hadn't paid attention to before, was when she mentioned having a conversation with Mel about you.

Sevika hadn't specifically discussed what that conversation with Mel entailed.

But it seems that the conversation was monumental enough to have Mel acting the way that she has been.

Mel leans forward, reaching towards you before stopping midair. She allows her arm to fall, palm resting against the dinner table merely inches from your plate. 

“It’s fine,” You finally say, an attempt to ward off what you know is about to come.

“It's not.” She begins, sincerity bleeding through.

“You were looking out for Sev.” Which, to an extent, you can understand. 

“I was being unfair to you.” She shakes her head as her eyes begin to swim. “I wasn’t being considerate. I never even bothered to truly talk to you about this.”

You can't help but stare back at her; at her furrowed brows and deep frown and sorrowful eyes. You know that she’s being genuine. Mel isn't the type to apologize if she doesn't mean it. However, there's still something that remains slightly unsettled within you. There's still unanswered questions. 

But you don't want to ask them here. Not in front of everyone. 

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Mel adds.

You nod while blinking slowly. “You were being a pain. ” You grumble, struggling to suppress a smile while you roll your eyes. “I don't like it when you meddle.”

“I know.”

“...Like I get it to an extent but Jesus Christ, please learn to have some faith in me.” 

Mel was known for meddling, a trait that your mom found amusing yet endearing all the same. A trait that you’ve always tried to talk to Mel about—to let her know that it isn't her job to always try to fix everything (and everyone). You rarely accepted help from her. You rarely accepted help from anyone besides Sevika. But that didn't stop her and the rest of your friends from insisting.

This time, however, she had gone too far.

Mel mirrors your smile, a watery laugh escaping her. Her shoulders relax while life filters back into her eyes.

“Well,” Gert claps her hands.

When you look at her, you notice that she’s grinning impishly. Her gaze slots between you and Sevika suggestively. 

“I knew I wasn't fucking delusional. Pay up.” Her voice is smug. She holds her hand out towards Grayson, who grumbles in return.

Your jaw falls slack while the scene unfolds in front of you. Grayson almost seems annoyed while she retrieves her wallet, fishing out some cash before handing it to Gert. 

“To be fair, I wasn't disagreeing with you.” Grayson argues.

Gert pockets the money quickly. “You were weeks off.”

“Wait.” You blink rapidly. “What?”

“We bet on you guys.” Grayson admits. She at least has the decency to appear sheepish. 

“From what I was hearing, it seemed like something was going on.” Gert chimes in. “Gray was adamant that if you were to rekindle, it wouldn’t be until after her vow renewal—”

Grayson flexes her jaw. “They said they were just friends!”

“People say that all the time when they're secretly fucking.” Gert is laughing, shoving Grayson amicably.

“Whatever.” Grayson huffs while folding her arms across her chest, clearly disgruntled about the money she lost. “Luck was on your side this time.”

Your arm is tugged gently, pulling your attention back to Sevika. She’s already regarding you, suppressing a snort when she sees your incredulous expression. 

Your mind swarms while you try to register the fact that your best friends have been betting on you. 

“Better?” Sevika murmurs. The question is serious despite her chilled demeanor. You can tell that she truly wants to make sure that your worries have been alleviated.

“Yeah.” You respond, chest becoming warm. “I’m okay.”

She regards you for a few seconds more. 

You want to kiss her. You want to run your fingers through her hair and to feel her body pressed against yours.

But you push the thought aside and smile instead.

Her lips part slightly when you do so, zeroing in on your mouth while her pupils dilate. Unbelievably dazed from her intense inspection, you take a sip from your sparkling water and clear your throat.

“A fucking bet,” You whisper absentmindedly, angling yourself to Sevika so only she can hear. You keep your eyes on your sparkling water.

A dry chuckle erupts from her. Then, “Honestly, I’m impressed that Gray thought I’d be able to hold out until the vow renewal.” She sounds amused. 

Your lashes flutter when she leans into you, her lips pressing against your temple. It's a quick peck. It causes your gut to pull. Seconds later, she whispers, “...But I hope you know that would never happen. I nearly waited three years to get you back and I would have gone fucking insane if I had to wait another day. ”

Your eyes widen at the confession while your breathing stutters. 

The reaction catches the attention of everyone else in the room. 

“Everything okay?” Mel asks.

Somehow, you’ve managed to break out into a full coughing fit due to choking on your spit. Sevika has already retracted back to her seat, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice the slight shake in her shoulders. She coughs into her elbow, an evil disguise, as uneven gusts of breath leave her. She’s laughing.

“I’m—Uh,” You’re interrupted by another fit of coughs. You give Mel a thumbs up, trying to ignore her growing concern. “I’m okay!”

Sevika pats your back lightly. “Easy there.” And when you glance at her, you notice the way her eyes flash…how she rolls her lips into her mouth, suppressing a smirk, while an air of smugness rolls off of her. She’s always enjoyed getting a rise out of you. 

Your eyes squint and you reach out to shove her. “You’re so annoying.”

***

“When did you make the bet?” You ask, drying your hands on a nearby towel.

You’ve just finished cleaning the dishes and Gert is standing beside you. Everyone else is chatting in the sitting room, their voices traveling with the sound of Lianna and Ava’s laughter. 

Gert’s lip twitches. “Is it important?"

“It’s incredibly important.”

Gert regards you for a few breaths with contemplation written all over her features. 

Her mouth twists. She inhales deeply before exhaling. 

“Well,” She begins. “I thought things had been a bit odd with Sev at work, this week more than anything. She’s been more lenient than usual and actually fucking chilled out for majority of the shifts.”

…Which you know is rare. 

Sevika is way too type A when it comes to the shop.

“...I also may have heard her talking to you over the phone a few times. During her lunch break,” Gert rubs the back of her neck. “I didn’t hear much but I knew something must have been brewing for her to be able to communicate with you in good spirits.”

Your jaw falls slack at that.

“And,” Gert continues. “I think you may have forgotten that you both share your location with me.” She snorts. “She’s been over at your place a few times this week, no?”

“Oh god.” You grumble, eyes squinting shut as your hands fall onto your face.

“She declined my call one night. I checked her location and saw that she was over at your place. Again.”

Of course it was the fucking location.

It’s almost comical to think that you and Sevika could keep such a major thing from your group of friends. Although you both had agreed to this, it nearly feels as if you were doomed from the start. 

“Gray didn’t want to believe me of course,” Gert explains. “I texted her a few days ago and she said that it was apparently too soon. That she didn’t think either of you would have the balls to act on your feelings until weeks from now, which obviously isn't until after the vow renewal. And even then, she kept saying that might be too soon.”

Your eyes peel open. 

“How much?” You mumble.

“That we bet?”

You nod.

Gert breaks into a self-satisfied smirk. “60 bucks.”

“...”

“...”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

She erupts into hearty guffaws while your arms fold across your chest. 

“Hun,” She says sweetly, pulling you into her side, “You know it’s all in good fun. At the end of the day, we’re happy for you both.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumble. Your heart melts despite your vexation. “Just don’t give Sev too much trouble about it, alright? We were hoping to wait a while before telling anyone.”

She hums. There’s a hesitation before she says, “So, do you give me permission to make another bet then? I have an opinion about how long it’ll take before you two are living together agai–”

“Fuck off,” You snap.

She swears under her breath, snickering while you step out of her embrace. All too quickly, you're wrapping your arm around her neck. It catches her off guard and throws her off balance. You’ve pulled her into a headlock. 

She swears before laughing harder. “All I’m saying is that I have a knack for this sort of thing,” Then she taps your arm. You don’t let up and instead tighten your grip. “I’m like a psychic or something.”

“You won one fucking bet,” You giggle. “And you practically had some of the proof handed to you, dimwit.”

You’re not able to keep her trapped for long. You and Gert used to horse around a lot more when you were younger. But there’s still small moments like tonight, when you find yourself falling back into the habit.

Despite your speed, height and limberness, Gert is stockier and definitely more muscular. She breaks free from your hold within seconds.

“You’ve gotten stronger,” She appraises. “But I hope you know that there’ll definitely be payback for that.”

Your eyes widen and you watch as she begins to crouch down.

You’re able to dodge her at the last second, a curse leaving your mouth. “Sev!” You call, sprinting out of the kitchen. You can tell that Gert is hot on your heels. “I need backup!”

“Hey, that’s not fair.” Gert whines. “She’s, like, twice my muscle mass!”

***

“Do you think these will fit?” You ask, holding up a pair of checkered bottoms. Sevika put a hefty load of laundry in the washer earlier this evening when she realized you all would be stuck with her. You’re holding up one of your older pajama bottoms, which are slightly worn and also larger than the size Mel wears. Thankfully, the waistband has adjustable strings.

“They’re perfect. Thank you.” Mel responds. She’s already holding an old band tee shirt that you’ve tossed to her. Gingerly, she takes the bottoms out of your grasp, sending you a small smile.

She’s been uncharacteristically quiet for the night. A few hours have passed and the storm is finally starting to die down. After playing a round of spades and watching a movie, everyone has decided to retire to bed. It’s nearly pushing midnight, which has your eyelids drooping and your muscles aching with fatigue. Gert is sleeping in a guest bedroom and Grayson is showering. Sevika has carried the girls to Ava’s room, careful not to wake them since they fell asleep in the living room about an hour ago. 

Although the night started off rough, you can’t help but be grateful that it’s ending on a lighter note. This sense of normalcy and tranquility is what you’ve desperately been craving the last three years.

“I’m sorry again,” Mel whispers. Her voice breaks from the admission and when you regard her, you notice that her eyes have begun to glisten. She swallows hard, throat jostling while she clutches the clothes to her chest.

Your chest pinches at the sight.

“Mel,” You sigh, frowning. 

Is that why she’s been silent all night? Because of her lingering guilt?

“I am,” She apologizes. “I should have supported you.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you step forward to pull her into a hug. She’s not able to reciprocate due to her arms being full, so it’s a bit awkward, but you don’t relent. You rest your head on her shoulder, sniffling along with her.

“I love you.” She says. Her voice is muffled but it still makes you smile.

“I love you too.”

She hiccups. “Like…even when I’m being an ass to you, or the days when you’re being an ass to me,” She warbles. You chuckle. “Just know that I still love you.”

And you know that she knows it’s the same for you.

A sisterhood that your mom surely hadn’t planned for you, but has always been welcomed nonetheless.

You finally pull away from her. “Sevika and I’s love for you isn’t strictly contingent upon how you can fix or help us. We don’t need you to be anything but our friend.”

A sob rips through her as she nods. “I know–”

“Seriously, Mel.” 

Her eyes are puffy as she blinks through them.  Slowly, she peers at you.

“I’ll admit that this whole ordeal has been annoying, and it’ll take me a little while to fully get over this. But I need you to know that it’s okay to let me figure out shit for myself. Actually, it’s better for me in the end.”

She nods once more. “Yeah, I know.” She croaks. “Honestly, I was worried. And also scared. I remember how bad things got after the divorce,” She winces at the memory. “It’s only been within the last year that you two were slightly getting better. And then it felt like everything had kind of spiraled again after Ava’s birthday party.” She let out a shaky breath. “I never got to tell you the specifics but when she broke up with Hazel, I stayed with her for a while longer that day.”

Your muscles tense. “Yeah,” You say slowly. “She vaguely mentioned her talk with you.”

Mel’s forehead crinkles, a far-away glint casting in her eyes. “Hazel had left and I was waiting for Sevika to come back downstairs. Their argument was fairly loud so it was easy to hear the direction the conversation was going in. But I didn’t think that Sev had been as upset as she actually was. Not until I went to go find her. I wasn’t sure if I should at first. Since the divorce, Sev had made it clear that the second floor of the house was off-bounds. None of us has been up there except for her, Ava and Hazel. And even then…I would hear her and Hazel argue about why certain rooms were off limits.”

A sad smile stretches across Mel’s face.

“I’m sure you know why…” She murmurs. 

Your mind spins as you try to connect the dots.

“Well, anyway, Sev never came downstairs after they broke up. Gray and I tried to decide what to do. She agreed that one of us should probably check on Sev. So I did. I found her in your room.” Mel’s eyes close on their own accord. “And she wasn’t…doing well. She was in the closet. And those panic attacks she used to have? It looked like she was going through one again.”

You’re shell-shocked, seemingly stuck in place as her words register in your brain.

“After she calmed down, we talked for hours.” Mel opens her eyes again. Her brown irises are rimmed red and pain-stricken. “I hadn’t seen her like that in a long time. Now that I think back to it, it makes sense and I realize that maybe she was thinking of you. I thought that her breakup with Hazel was what initially caused her to spiral. She said the divorce threw her life off-kilter and that she’d been searching for some semblance of peace ever since then. She never specifically told me why she broke up with Hazel.”

A lump forms in your throat at the thought.

“So,” Mel goes on. “I asked her if it had anything to do with you. I should’ve known then. I mean, the signs were staring right in front of me. But I didn't pick up on it…” Mel wets her lips. “She said no. And that she was genuinely happy to be friends with you again. But she also felt scared for the uncertainty for her future—and for the uncertainty that a possible friendship with you could hold. It reminded me of all the nights that I spent comforting her after the divorce. And I’m not saying this to undermine how much you were also struggling. But you hadn't let me support you the way that Sev did. I saw her pain, first hand, for that first year after the divorce. And it was bad.” 

You grimace at the fact. 

It’s true that Mel helped Sev throughout the divorce more than she has with you. And that’s entirely your fault. You didn't want to emotionally burden her, or anyone for that matter. So you hadn't leaned on her as much. You had your therapist for that.

There were very few nights when you reached out to your mom for comfort. But even those times were sparse. 

“I think,” Mel ponders slowly. “Hearing Sev voice her concerns only made me worry even more. When you initially told me about you two becoming friends, I was already cautious. And after talking to Sev, I feared that this newfound friendship between you two was the start of something that could end badly. I knew things were changing for you both. I didn’t know the specifics obviously but, in the back of my brain, I knew that maybe you two were on the brink of…something. And it scared me. Especially considering all the time that you both spent on trying to move on from the divorce.”

You wipe your own tears. 

“I did warn her just as much as I did with you. But I was still being unfair towards you. I should have done it with more care and grace. That’s definitely apparent.” She relents. “I shouldn’t have been so forthright with it and I shouldn’t have accused you of not having the right intentions with Sev. I had become protective of her but had failed to be there for you as well. It was a disservice to you because I hadn’t even considered how this all was affecting you too. I was entirely wrong and out of line and absolutely a bitch for that. And I get it if you need some space for a while.“

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I just need you to know that even if this implodes between Sev and I again, that’s our burden to bear. And the decisions we make together is something that we should be able to truly decide by ourselves–without the help or involvement of anyone else.”

She sniffs, shifting her weight. “I understand completely.” 

Your heart continues to hammer inside of your chest–so rapidly that you’re surprised your ribcage doesn’t rattle. Despite the reconciliation with Mel, you can’t help but ponder over her confession.

This is information that Sevika has obviously omitted, probably because she didn’t want to worry you or make you feel more guilty than you already do. And she was right to do so.

You think it’d ruin you if you found out about this last week.

And it obviously has worried Mel enough to have her second guessing whether or not the both of you should be rekindling anything. Of course, it’s not Mel’s place to make such a decision for you, and you’d continue to reinforce that boundary if it were to occur again. But you can understand why she felt so concerned, considering how much of an emotional crutch she was to Sevika after the divorce. 

The permanent image of Sevika having a breakdown in your old bedroom nestles into your brain. Your throat tightens as you think about Mel having to find her like that.

And you find yourself stepping into her shoes, wondering how you would react if you found her in such a position; or, similarly, if you found Grayson in such a way. 

Your body stills and you flinch.

“Can I just ask one thing?” Mel mutters, peering at you hopefully.

You hesitate, growing suspicious. “...What is it?”

“Who made the first move?” Her head tilts as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

And that's when you realize that you have yet to update her on everything that’s happened within the last two weeks. 

Suddenly, you’re thrown back to a time, 14 years prior, when Mel had asked you the very same question. It was after your Junior Prom, in which you took Sevika as your date. That was the day when everything between you and Sevika had changed for good. You remember being excited to update Mel on all that happened. She had asked for all the details. It was the first time you felt giddy with her about your love life; it was the first time you felt like you even had a love life to begin with. 

The deja vu causes goosebumps to raise on your skin.

You rest a hand on one of her forearms. “I have so much to tell you.”

Her eyes widen. “Really?”

“Would you prefer to wait for the morning? I know it’s getting late–”

“Absolutely not!” She’s walking down the hallway before you finish your sentence. “Let me freshen up first and then I’m all ears!”

***

Even though it’s been 14 years since you and Mel have shared a giddiness like this, it rarely feels like that amount of time has passed at all.

The both of you are seated at the kitchen island, trying to conceal your laughter while eating ice cream. You had texted Sevika that you were going to chat with Mel for a little while longer, so there was no need for her to wait for you.

When you tell Mel everything, she adds commentary at all the right moments.

“You begged to get back together with her less than 24 hours after she dumped Hazel,” Mel giggles. Her voice is muffled due to her mouth being full with ice cream. She sends you a mischievous grin, shaking her head in disbelief. “That’s the most lesbian thing you’ve ever done in the last five years to be fair.”

“I wasn’t even thinking,” You admit. “She texted me about the breakup and I hit the call button immediately. I mean, I was gagged. But also, like, I nearly shat myself at the idea of her being single again.”

She snorts, nearly choking on her ice cream. “I can imagine! If that were Gray and I, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

“I felt delusional thinking I had a chance. Like I hoped for it–of course I did–and subconsciously, I had already been daydreaming about getting her back. But when she texted me that, it felt like I actually could. Like, for the first time in years, I genuinely thought that maybe I did have a chance. And I sort of just…ran with it.”

You watch Mel watch you.

She swallows her mouthful of ice cream as her expression grows sober. The shift is gradual and leaves you mirroring her, the air around you suddenly coming to a halt.

She grabs your hand, which rests against the island countertop, before giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m glad that you two are doing this.” Her declaration is nothing but earnest. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you this happy.”

You do feel happy. So happy that you’re almost wondering if it’s too good to be true. There’s a small second, during every night this past week, where you fear that you’ll fall asleep and wake up to this not being your reality anymore. A reality where Sevika doesn’t love you. A reality where you don’t get a second chance with her.

“I’m grateful but at the same time, I’m worried I’ll scare her away,” You admit. “Or lose her completely for that matter.”

“Oh babe,” Mel shakes her head, “You’ve always had her. She’s not going anywhere.”

The certainty in Mel’s response shocks you.

Your eyebrows raise while you appraise her. “...You really think so?”

She smiles smally, a knowing glint in those round brown eyes of her. “It’s hilarious that you’re still so oblivious.” She eats another spoonful of ice cream. “Trust me when I tell you this: that woman is fucking crazy about you.”

***

When you finally make your way to Sevika’s bedroom, you do your best to stay quiet.

Just as you imagined, you’re met with the sound of her soft snores once you open the door. Your muscles tense as you take a glance at her, noticing that her bedside lamp is still on. The room is tidier than you remember and as you tiptoe closer to the bed, you see a small pile of folded clothes at the foot of it.

Noisily, you reach out and grab them. There’s a pair of dark blue sweat pants with a t-shirt, boxers and some socks.

They smell clean, as if they were just freshly washed.

That’s when you realize that she’s most likely set them out for you.

With a fuzzy feeling blooming inside your chest, you tightly clutch the clothes while exiting the room. Quietly, you close the door behind you, thankful that Sevika is a deep sleeper. 

Your walk down the corridor is quick. The house is silent, almost everyone having succumbed to their slumber at this point, and you think that the stillness is peaceful. 

When you enter the guest bathroom, you notice that it’s still slightly foggy. Your body halts from the realization, glancing at your surroundings with slight hesitation. Of course, if you didn’t have a choice, you would gladly shower in here. But you didn’t particularly enjoy the sensation of the wet bath mat underneath your feet and it didn’t seem like there were any clean towels left, which meant that you’d have to look around the house anyway…

Turning on your heels, you find yourself retreating before you can even fully think this decision through. Your feet trek down the corridor like it’s muscle memory, passing the utility closet and Ava’s room and all the guest rooms. 

You enter the last room in the hallway. 

Your old bedroom.

It’s pitch black, so you blindly graze your hand against the walls until you find the light switch. It’s a panel of different settings; something that you remember Sevika having difficulty installing. You opt for the dimmest option.

The hardwood is chilly, which is starkly different from the faux rug in Sevika’s new room. You catch yourself welcoming the feeling. 

You suppose that a large part of you should feel unnerved by being in this room. And even though it’s a bit jarring, you can’t help but be relieved that you’re surrounded by a room so recognizable. It was comforting amidst all of the updates and changes that Sevika had made to this house. 

The next 15 minutes roll by quickly. After wandering back into the hallway to retrieve clean towels from the utility closet, you’re heading into the master bathroom. Thankfully, the water warms up quickly once you turn the shower on, and it doesn’t take long to find soap that is still in decent condition. 

You close the bathroom door, trying your best to not be overwhelmed by the memories that begin to bombard you.

This is the very same bathroom where you tested positive for Ava’s pregnancy.

The same bathroom that Sevika would decorate with candles and rose petals, filling the bathtub up with your favorite bubble soap. 

The same bathroom where you two would shower together. Some days she’d have her way with you, absolutely ruining you before carrying you back to bed.

Other days, the pair of you would get lost in the beautiful simplicity of cleaning each other; smelling of the same soap. She’d cackle at you every time you failed to not eat shit due to how slippery the shower floor was. And you’d scowl at her in return (despite loving the fact that you were able to make her laugh).

You can’t help but allow your mind to wander to your current apartment, which isn’t nearly as nice as this house but still feels like home all the same. Your shower was barely big enough to fit both you and Sevika, but the two of you had managed over the past week. Your apartment bathroom definitely wasn’t full of the same amount of heartfelt memories but it was unique in its own way; plastered with writing and painted hand-prints that you and Ava had done over the years.

Before you can drown further in your thoughts, you finally step out of the shower and begin to dry your body. Shivers ripple through you from the cold air.

Sevika’s clothes are slightly larger on you. You have to tighten the waistband of her sweatpants so they don’t fall off and her socks have excess room around your feet. You welcome the smell of her; the delicious woody scent that clings to her skin at all times. It lingers everywhere she goes and is the very thing that grounds you as you throw your dirty clothes into the laundry hamper that sits beside the digital scale. In one swift motion, you open the door as you flicker off the bathroom light, exhaling in relief because you finally feel clean.

“Holy shit!” You curse, jumping slightly. Your right hand presses against your chest and you immediately feel the rapid thumping of your heart.

“Sorry,” Sevika greets. Her eyes widen by a few centimeters, lips twitching while she takes in your frazzled state. “I woke up and couldn’t find you. I got worried.”

You stare at her, trying to reset your heart.

“I was going to come back.” You explain. Your hand falls back down to your side. “I wanted to shower first.”

Sevika is sitting on your side of the bed (at least, the side you used to sleep on). Her eyes are puffy and droopy, a clear sign that she’s just woken up from a deep sleep.

She wears black cotton shorts and a tank top. The swell of her breasts and her nipples (along with her nipple piercings), peek through the material of the shirt. The sight is tantalizing and would have completely distracted you if you weren’t already tempted by her sculpted shoulders; how they manage to convex perfectly as she places her hands on her knees.

Your arms fold across your frame while you walk towards her. “Thank you for setting your clothes out for me,” You whisper, taking a seat beside her.

The duvet is mind-numbingly soft underneath you. She doesn’t automatically reply.

Her gaze remains on the floor, her hands clasping together as she sits up straight.

Her lashes look soft as they brush her deep-set cheekbones with every blink. You take that as your opportunity to admire the roundness of her nose and the fullness of her lips. 

“I thought you would’ve been in the guest bathroom,” She finally says. 

You shift your weight, “Oh.”

It dawns on you that maybe this had been a mistake. That maybe you had jumped the gun.

That would make sense as to why she’s currently unable to look at you. 

“Is that where you would have preferred me to be?” You ask, voice growing smaller. Tentative. “I’m sorry if it’s too soon–me being in here. I wasn’t thinking.”

Her head snaps to you, brows shooting up. She seems bewildered. “What?” Searching your features, she shakes her head. “No.” She reaches forward, placing her hand on your knee. “I don’t mind you being in here. It just shocked me s’all. When I woke up, I thought that maybe you were still chatting with Mel or someplace downstairs.”

Her touch practically burns through the material of your sweatpants. 

You can’t help but appraise the way her hand rests on top of your leg; wondering, yet again, how you’ve managed to deny yourself of this for three years.

“I went to the guest bathroom first,” You admit. “And I could probably come up with some bullshit excuse but to be honest, I just found myself here–or rather, I wanted to be in here.” The weight of your words feel heavier than you intend. Sheepishly you shrug, peering up at her. “Is that weird for you?”

You watch your words wash over her with bated breath. Her pupils dilate, a flush of heat coursing through you from her smoldering stare. 

She hums softly and her hand stretches upwards, leaving a burning trail. Her palm is spread against your leg flatly, fingers finding solace against your upper thigh. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been dying to hear you say that.”

Your breath catches. “Really?”

She nods.

You tilt your head, watching her watch you. Her eyes are fluttering, gaze dancing between your eyes and your lips, as if she’s trying to look at both of them simultaneously. 

Your brain echoes the words of Mel from not too long ago…

Trust me when I tell you this: that woman is fucking crazy about you.

You take hold of her hand–the one that was gripping your thigh–to use as support. Then, in one swift motion, you pull her towards you, crashing your lips onto hers.

She inhales sharply, visibly surprised. And then she’s shifting, moving closer to you while tugging your hips. Seamlessly, you straddle her lap. Her tongue happily dances with yours while she moans into you. 

She begins to grind, pulling you against her with breathtaking strength. You feel warm and heady, chest rising against hers and back arching. 

When she breaks the kiss, she’s merely inches from your face, mumbling, “Correct me if I’m wrong. But I feel like you’re in love with me or something.”

Your face nearly breaks from the smile that stretches across your face.

A loud cackle falls from your lips and you notice that her own expression mirrors the joy sprouting from your heart. She watches you fondly, emitting a soft chuckle of her own.

Your hands are cupping the nape of her neck while your fingers massage her scalp. You sink farther into her lap; a subconscious reaction but a reaction that she likes nonetheless. 

“You couldn’t be more right.” You respond.

For a few seconds, silence filters into the room while you stare at her. You’re practically drunk from the intimacy and you think that this is the first time you’ve felt utterly consumed by love.

Your hands creep away from her neck, trailing her skin before they caress her cheeks. You hold her face still, leaning in to brush your nose against hers.

Time stretches. The tenderness in the air doesn’t exactly evaporate but instead dissipates into something perfervid. You’re well aware of the growing wetness in between your thighs; how your gut starts to tug with each passing moment. 

Your body becomes a mind of its own as you climb off of Sevika. 

Her gaze is pressing. “What is it?” She questions in confusion.

Your mouth waters as you kneel to the floor. You place your hands on her thighs, whispering, “Can I taste you?” It comes out as a desperate plea. “...Show you how much I love you?”

When you glance at her, you feel thrilled to see a reflection of desire. 

“Here? Right now?” Her voice is gravelly. Husky. 

“I’ve been wanting to all day.” You allow your nails to dig into her skin, lightly scratching her lower thighs. You aren’t even sure if the rest of your friends are fully asleep. They could honestly walk in at any minute.

But you can’t help yourself.

You need her.

“Close the door.” She replies. You stand to your feet without hesitation. “And lock it.”

After securing the door and turning around, you find her standing and the look on her face makes you feel as if you’ve just won the lottery.

You don’t give her much time to say anything else. 

Once you reach her, you’re tugging at her shorts. She’s kissing your neck, shuddering when your fingertips graze her lower stomach.

Quickly, she steps out of her clothes, detaching her lips from you so that she can tug her shirt over her head.

You’re on your knees in seconds, mouth watering at the glistening of her folds. 

“Just a taste,” You find yourself saying. “That’s all I need.” 

You swallow thickly, peering at her under your lashes. One of her hands comes to rest against the back of your head. 

“Are you really begging for it?” She sounds pleased but there’s also an underlying layer of admiration.

“Has there ever been a time when I haven’t?”

Because you always did throughout the marriage. You were never afraid to show her desperate she made you.

Her lip twitches and she nudges you forward. “Go on then.”

Your grip the back of her thighs as your tongue darts out to swipe her folds. It’s slow. Teasing. And you practically moan at the taste, overwhelmed by her musky scent. She hisses, digging into your scalp and tugging. The pain is short lived but is enough to have you nearly soaking through your pants. 

Fervently, your tongue circles her clit before you suck, tasting more of her–lapping up all that you can. 

“Fuck, baby.” She slurs, voice melting into a grunt. 

And she does it again–tugging your scalp. 

She slams your face against her cunt, your nose burying deep into her while she grinds slowly. She’s towering over you at this point, holding your head in place while she ruts against you as if you’re her own personal toy.

She continues to leak onto you, her juices trickling down your neck as your tongue shoots out. You can’t see anything, the weight of her overpowering you in just the right way. 

“You’re perfect,” Her hips buck with bruising force. “...Wanting me to use you like this.”

The sound of her wet pussy, humping and fucking your face, is sacred.

You emit a garbled moan.

Every thrust becomes more urgent and she holds your head with both hands now, her breathing ragged. 

You can tell she’s trying to control herself, not wanting to be so loud that the pair of you will grow to regret this tomorrow.

But her grunts only become more feral as time passes on. Eagerly, you keep your tongue out, slurping up what you can.

It’s brutal.

It’s beautiful.

“I’m–shit–you feel so good,” She grunts. “Your face is practically made for me.”

The praise sends a shudder through you. You whimper, palms pressing against the back of her thighs to press her further against you–eager to please her. 

That seems to send her over the edge, her thrusts shuddering as she lets out a low and guttural moan. 

“Fucking perfect.” She gasps, coming undone. She explodes onto your tongue all at once.

You drink everything that she gives you, swallowing heartily. Her rutting is slow to die down, hips adjusting to a rhythm that is much slower. 

You don’t realize how dazed you are until she comes to a stop, releasing her hold on you as she exhales shakily. 

“Was that okay?” You can’t help but ask, still panting. 

You wipe your face, licking all of her juices off of your fingers.

She helps you stand, wrapping an arm around your waist while she crouches down to meet your eyes. “More than okay.”

And she kisses you. 

You smile against her lips, completely blissed out.

“I nearly died.” She adds. “...In the best way.”

You giggle before you reach forward to wrap your arms around her neck. “Let’s do it again, then.”

She inhales sharply, jaw falling slack.

“We need to move to the bed though.” You admonish. “My knees aren’t what they used to be.” 

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loving sevika is like that tiktok of that guy dancing “the party ended an hour ago and he’s still here”

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Hi my loves! Here's some more Sevika cause- yes. I hope tumblr doesn't mind some titiees...

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- So stay for the night

♡ councillor!sevika x ex-fling!reader

councillor!sevika who has been feeling so overwhelmed by her responsibilities of both zaun and piltover in her new position as councillor.

councillor!sevika who hasn’t been in contact ever since and you have no idea if you should reach out.

councillor!sevika who always has you in the back of her mind.

councillor!sevika who thinks she might go insane if she doesn’t escape for a couple days.

councillor!sevika who knocks at your door late at night seeking a peace of mind and that's what you give her (literally).

councillor!sevika you guys rekindle a flame you assumed was long gone and it seemed to have a positive effect on her.

councillor!sevika who just wants to be embraced by you.

councillor!sevika who knows she has to go back to her position after a few days and has to say goodbye.

“come visit” she whispers against your neck, you don't give her an answer straight away still unsure “please?” she whined again.

“yeah, okay sev, i will” you say as you give her a gentle peck.

councillor!sevika who lets out a little sigh of relief and something deeper you couldn't quite fully dissect in your sleepy state as she quietly falls back to sleep against your chest.

councillor!sevika who isn't there when you wake up the next morning and the spot next to you empty with another note reading:

"thank you for letting me stay"

-sev

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First work i have ever published (please be nice), constructive criticism appreciated.

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I just know Sevika puts your clit in her tooth gap just to assault it.

WHO SAID THAT?!

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panting like a dog over this-

SEVIKA WITH A CLIT PIERCING WITH SCISSORING PLEASEEEEEE

You knew Sevika was dangerous the moment you saw her at the bar, big hands, bigger thighs, a smirk that belonged on someone who could bench press your whole body weight.

But you didn’t know she had a goddamn clit piercing.

Not until she had you naked, spread on her sheets with your knees hooked over her strong arms, mouth dragging down your stomach while you whined her name like a prayer you hadn’t practiced.

And fuck, once she lined up, once she settled her slick cunt right against yours and ground down —

“Oh my god!”

You bucked, and Sevika grinned through her teeth. “That’s the spot, huh?”

You were soaked, the friction already brain-melting, but that cool little metal ball dragged over your clit like it knew your weak points, and when her hips tilted forward again, rutting into you just right, your whole spine arched.

“S’too much fuck!”

“Nah,” she rasped, low and amused, even as her thighs flexed. “You can take it. Come on, baby, ride it.”

She rolled her hips slow, cruel, rocking her cunt against yours until everything was wet and sticky and filthy between you. You were trembling, shaking, holding onto her arms for dear life while that piercing kept catching your clit just right.

Wet slaps echoed in the room. Your breath caught on a sob.

“Bet no one else ever fucked you like this.” She was panting now too, forehead slick as she pushed harder, faster. “So messy. So good for me.”

You couldn’t even answer, only cry out as the heat built and spiraled and snapped.

Your vision whitewashed. Your body seized. And Sevika kept going, grinding through it, dragging that fucking metal right over your clit again and again until your voice cracked on a scream.

When you finally slumped back, boneless and ruined, Sevika leaned down and kissed your cheek like she hadn’t just wrecked your whole soul.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured, cocky. “Too sensitive?”

You whimpered. She grinned.

“Good. You’re not going anywhere.”

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Nights Like This

NSFW

You and Sevika go out for date night drinks and dinner, but will Sev make it through the night with a vibrator inside her?

CW: afab!reader, pet names, mentions of reader on period, face riding, public sex, porn with very little plot, Sevika drinks but isn’t drunk

Word count: 2.4k

The dark of night peaked over the horizon outside of the large window you peered through. The golden amber and pink swirls of the sun setting added to the romantic aura of the jazz restaurant you sat in with your love next to you. It was date night for you and Sevika, and you suggested a new jazz club with raving reviews and a great wine menu.

The night was going perfectly so far, you sat in a dark booth near the back next to the window, had ample privacy, and a great view of the stage where a jazz band sat playing old hits and romantic ballads.

You hummed softly as you looked at the expansive menu, casually looking at the wine selection and caressing your girl’s trembling thigh. Sevika sat beside you with her head in her hands, thighs shaking under the table as she wiggled around uncomfortably. You bit back a smile as you opened your phone, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face while looking at the settings of the app controlling the vibrator inside Sevika. Your mind wandered back to a few hours ago…

⋆°•☁︎⋆

“Love, are you almost ready?” You called out, fixing your earrings and smoothing your dress out in the full length mirror in front of you. You wore a simple black satin midi dress, the softness of the fabric draping over your curves as you paired it with kitten heels and a striking red bag for a pop of color.

Sevika walked over from the other side of the room and admired your figure, her large flesh hand running over the soft fabric of your dress in adoration. You couldn’t help the flutter in your stomach at the sight of her in the mirror, she was truly a marvel to look at. She wore plain slacks and a matching black button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows to show off her muscular arms and freshly polished prosthetic. Her short hair covered her eyes as she brushed her knuckles against the smooth satin of your dress and pressed a gentle love filled kiss on your shoulder.

“Ready when you are doll, but,” She paused and picked up a small box off your shared dresser “Wanted to try this tonight..”

She held up a vibrator box in the mirror, the image on the front showing the shape of the phallic object. The oblong head was shaped like an egg, and it trailed off into a long tail with a smaller vibe at the tip of it. Sevika bought it during your last anniversary as a gag gift and you never had an opportunity to put it to use.

You glanced at the box and continued with fixing your outfit, trying to ignore the throbbing heat that began between your thighs. “I came on my period this evening hun, I’d make a mess all over the restaurant..” your words trail off as you spin around in Sevika’s strong arms, running your hands along her broad shoulders with an innocent smile “But we could always test it out…some other way”

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Sevika panting softly brought you back to the present, her body tensing and releasing every few seconds while the vibrator hummed low and slow inside her spongy core. The agonizing vibrations burned and wrecked her in ways she hadn’t felt before, and the vibrator was only at a low setting. She had never been the object of this level of torture, and the intense pressure that gathered below her navel was something she couldn’t get used to. The constant low buzzing and lewd thoughts clouded Sevika’s mind to the point where she could barely speak.

Big strong Sevika was utterly speechless and at the mercy of you with a stupid app and a little vibrator that made her feel so soft and pliable, she was kinda getting off on it. The lack of control, the feeling of being so exposed in the crowded restaurant, everything about the evening pushed her so far out of her comfort zone that she couldn’t help but throb with need for release. You turned from your phone to check on your poor baby, your hand gently reaching out to caress her hair. You wiped away the sweat that started to bead along her hair line as you saw her body freeze under the feeling of your touch.

“How you doin’ Vika? Hm?” You cooed, her head peering up from her shaking hands to glance at you. Her pupils dilated as her lower lip trembled.

“I-Im…uh..good….” She mumbled, trying to clear her throat from the strangled noise that threatened to slip out. You bit back a smirk at seeing her all flustered, it wasn’t easy to get Sevika so riled up, but you could tell the effect of the vibrator was wearing into the older woman.

A perky waitress soon walked up to your table with water and silverware, she then introduced herself before pulling out a little pad of paper and a pen to take your order.

“We’ll start with a bottle of merlot for the table, and do you want anything else my love?” You asked Sevika with a sweet grin, her eyes flickering to you before shaking her head silently. The waitress nodded and left with a turn of her heel, leaving you giggling in your seat. Sevika’s silence and obvious struggle made you feel so powerful, having your girlfriend’s pleasure in the palm of your hand and seeing her so wrecked was intoxicating. It gave you a rush that you knew you’d have to chase until one (or both) of you were satisfied. Your hand moved to rub slow circles in Sevika’s back as your thumb pressed a button on your phone, increasing the vibrations from low to medium.

Sevika sat upright and groaned low and rough, her head leaning back against the booth chair as her eyes squeezed shut. The tail of the vibrator had a smaller clit stimulator at the tip, which rubbed painfully against Sevika’s sensitive nub. She was practically leaking through her boy-shorts as the vibrations ruined her from the inside. You could barely hear the hum of the vibrator, but the look on Sevika’s face told you it was enough to wreck her. Her flesh hand balled up into a tight fist while her mech hand gripped the table for dear life, trying to stabilize herself in the most discrete way possible. The vibrator was lodged so deep inside her pussy, the tip of the egg rocked against her aching g-spot deliciously, the intensity making her back arch away from the palm of your hand.

“Baby if it’s too much please let me know,” You whisper as you lean in closer to her ear, lips dangerously close to the sensitive skin as your nose nuzzled against her neck “It would be a shame if you made a mess all over the seat~” You chuckle darkly, your teasing words egging you both on in a game neither of you had a chance of winning. Sevika whined softly and tried to scoot away from your crude words, but her sudden movement made the tail end of the vibrations nudge her clit harder.

Sevika’s whole body jolted forward, her trembling hands finding their way back to hide her blushing face. She was so utterly embarrassed, the vibrations were fully controlling her mind and body to the point where she couldn’t even think straight. Her mind was fogged over with such pleasure, she had to resist using your hands to get her off right there under the table.

The waitress soon after brought over the bottle of wine in an ice bucket and two glasses, setting them in front of you both before asking about food and appetizers. You could tell Sevika would barely last through the bottle of wine, let alone a full dinner and possibly dessert.

“I think we’ll just stick with the wine for tonight,” You spoke clearly with a polite smile, Sevika’s silence remaining as she yanked the wine bottle from the bucket and poured a full glass for herself. The waitress nodded and furrowed her brow at Sevika’s actions before walking off.

You watched as your flustered girlfriend downed the first glass of wine, wiping her mouth clean before going in for another glass. You grabbed her hand and tried not to laugh at how desperately she gripped the glass with her mech hand.

“Vika slow down! The wine might make it worse.” You spoke with a cheeky grin as Sevika shook her head.

“Need s-somethin’ to distract me..” She grumbled and poured another glass, leaving you with less than half of the bottle left. You shook your head and laughed softly as you poured your own glass, knowing the night would end much differently now.

Sevika was at her wits end by the last sip of her third glass of wine. She was sweating profusely as her hips unceremoniously grinded against the seat below her, waves of intense pleasure coursing through her worn body. As you suspected, the expensive wine with notes of cherry and chocolate, only added to Sevika’s aching desire. The rich red wine coursed through her bloodstream and greatly added to the intense heat radiating off her (and inside her). And with the added pressure of you turning the vibrations on high, your girlfriend was past the point of caring about anybody else in that restaurant. She was soaking wet and ready to finish.

Before you could even register her movements, she pushed you out of the corner booth and onto your feet, pulling you by the hand towards the back of the building.

“Sev wait!-” You exclaimed as she pushed her way through people to get to the single use bathroom. She kept a look out for workers as she pulled you inside, locking the door quickly behind you as her large frame pinned you against it. Sevika panted heavily, her sparkly grey eyes pleading with you wordlessly as her thighs shook from intense pain and pleasure.

“H-Help me doll..it’s too much i’m f’nna lose it….” She groans, mech hand placed against the door for stability as her flesh one wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a filthy kiss. It was all tongue and warm breath as you french kissed her, your hands moving to loosen the belt secured along Sevika’s waist. You pulled down the belt and slacks before Sevika used her grip around your neck to pull you away from the indecent kiss and push you down onto your knees.

She pulled down her underwear to expose the obscene wetness dripping from them, it soaked through the thin fabric and coated her muscular thighs, your mouth drooling as you watched a droplet of slick drip from the neon pink vibrator going mad inside of her. She slowly pulled the vibrator out of her wrecked pussy and moaned as it exited, moving her mech hand from the door to grip your lower jaw and force your mouth open.

“Open wide..” She growled, the drenched toy still buzzing as she pressed it against your tongue, letting you taste the mess she created. You moaned at the salty taste of the toy as your tongue swirled around it, Sevika’s pheromones driving you wild as your spit mixed with her wetness that dripped from your mouth. The pornographic moan that escaped your mouth only made you hungry for more as you looked up at her through fluttering lashes. She pulled the toy from your mouth and moved her mechanical hand to grab a forceful fist of your hair, pulling your head back as she angled her hips over your mouth.

“You caused this mess, clean it up” Sevika smirked as she pushed your face directly into her warm mound. Your nose rested in the thick dark hair on her mons as you buried your tongue deep between her folds, lapping up her sweet secretion like you’d never eat again. The aromatic musk of her skin and sweat filled your nose while your hands found their way up to her ass, you gripped the plump skin desperately as Sevika moaned and whimpered on top of your face. The previous stimulations had her so gone that her needy thrusts against your warm mouth were uneven and haste, her approaching orgasm evident.

“F-Fuuck that mouth…” Sevika groaned seductively, the lewd sounds escaping her mouth making your thighs rub together to sooth your own throbbing “Got me s-so riled up, need you so bad baby..” The older woman babbled hopelessly over you, chasing the growing orgasm that threatened to rip through her very soul.

Her hips humped into your mouth fervently, strangled moans leaving her drooling lips as you hollowed your cheeks to suck on her clit. Your finger nails dig deep into her skin as your eyes open to watch the show on top of you. Sevika was coated in a thin layer of sweat, the sheen on her brown skin elevating her beauty as strands of hair stuck to her slick forehead. Her soft grey eyes were clamped shut as her hips moved in lazy circles against your wet tongue. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn’t bear to look at how perfect you looked on your knees in a dirty bathroom just to get her off.

The thought alone made the climbing orgasm in her stomach boil over and wreck through her body, her grip on your hair tightening as she let out a depraved moan while rutting into your sore mouth to ride out her high. Your jaw burned at just how hard she fucked your mouth, but you wouldn’t have it any over way.

You slowly pull away as thin strands of spit and slick connect you to Sevika’s pulsating core. You groan greedily and press an open mouth kiss directly on her sensitive nub, wishing you could surgically attach yourself between her muscular legs. She winced and flinched away, chuckling low and evil as she grabbed her pants and underwear from the floor.

“Enough of that, let’s get home so I can return the favor sweetness.” Sevika smirked as she helped you off the floor, this allowing you to dust your knees off while she put her slacks back on.

“I’m on my period remember?”

“Did I ask?” Sevika spoke with a dark look in her eye as she unlocked and opened the bathroom door, tapping your ass as you walked through it and towards the exit of the restaurant.

You couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks as you headed home with Sevika, the slight wobble in her step matching your bruised knees in perfect synchronicity.

Hi sweetiesssss! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

writers block has been fucking me raw with no lube so,,,i'm sorry for disappearing! it will probably happen again 😅

You know the drill, ily ily ily and thank you for reading!!! drink some water and remember to eat <3

Love,

Squuoosh ❤︎₊ ⊹

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