#nonbinary reader x sevika

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Sevika Masterlist

Taunting

-when Sevika gets home, she reminds reader who's in charge.

(smut.)

Make Her Happy

-reader gets home from work, but she's exhausted when her daughter and Sevika come to greet her.

(established relationship.)

Bleh

-when reader finds herself sick in the morning, Sevika takes care of her.

(established relationship.)

Shouldn't Talk to Strangers

-when Sevika's out on Piltover's backroads, she comes across reader.

(mutual crushes.)

How A Fight Ends

-when Sevika leaves reader to get drink refills, she comes back to reader getting caught in a bar fight.

(established relationship.)

Cherishing Her Touch

-when avoiding another hug attempt from reader, Sevika doesn't realize what happens next before it's too late.

(established relationship.)

Your Own Flare

-when Sevika's prosthetic breaks, she goes to her favourite mechanic.

(established relationship.)

Poker Face

-when Sevika comes back from her fight with Vi, reader patches her up.

(established relationship.)

Take Them All On

-when reader goes to meet up with Sevika for a date, she notices she's being followed.

(established relationship.)

The Last Drop

-when reader's well into her drinks, she decides to mess with Sevika. Just a little more.

(enemies to more?)

[skyeistrying]

🖤Sevika HCs🖤

just random sevika hcs. broken up into categories for general, romantic, and nsfw headcanons respectively.

i didn’t try very hard while writing this, so my writing is probably subpar here but…yolo.

im in love with sevika so i add to this like every day …

men dni. minors dni. men dni. minors dni.

safe for enby lesbians. ♥️

general

* raging butch lesbian 🧡🤍🩷.

* her place is messy but in an organized chaos sort of way.

* she smells like cigar smoke (in a good way), leather, peppery mahogany, and a hint of something sweet.

* collects bottle caps. i can’t explain it, i just have a feeling she would!!

* extremely interested in Zaun’s history. she wont go into a full rant about it but she’ll drop interesting facts about it occasionally.

* has very, very cool, gay aunt vibes!!!

* cat person. just imagine her carrying a sweet little kitty with a sweet little smile on her face.

* actually an excellent cook.

* snores… hacks in the morning like a dad.

* before she lost her dominant arm, her hand writing was neat, very bold, and she wrote exclusively in all caps. she’s relearning her penmanship now.

* very heavy handed.

* completely quit smoking after she got a spot in piltover’s council and hardly drinks anymore.

* her carabiner is on the left side. she keeps the basics on it, so just her keys and one or two old key chains she has.

* in a modern au she would be into classic cars and the process of restoring them. her dream car is a 1970 mustang boss.

* on the topic of vehicles i can see her as a biker too. like, imagine seeing her taking off that helmet … swoon! imagine being her backpack … SWOON AGAIN!!!

romantic

* i feel like she doesn’t do romance very often, if at all. so you are one lucky ducky!

* it’s a lot for her to get used to so things develop slowly. patience is key here. she isn’t used to having someone really care about her, let alone love her.

* she’s pretty standoffish and awkward in the beginning. some might say stilted. she never really saw herself having a partner.

* just be patient with her and let her come to you.

* loves hugging you from behind

* if you’re with her at the last drop, she has her arm around you constantly. if it’s not that, she’s having you sit on her lap.

* she isn’t the jealous type at all. she knows that if you’re with her, if she choses you, she has nothing to worry about. if your loyalty to her falters, you’ve got a big storm coming.

* while she isn’t jealous, oh, boy, is she possessive. very big difference between those two. she’s also fiercly protective.

* got a creep flirting with you at the bar? she lets it be known that you are taken very quickly. is at your side in a second flat, arm wrapping around you all while staring daggers at the perpetrator.

* this woman is a capital F Flirt. will talk you up one side and down the other like it’s nothing. if you’re just someone she happens to lock eyes with at the bar, you guys could go back and forth with flirting and banter.

* BUT if you and sev have been together for a bit flirting can get her flustered from time to time. you know *just* what to say to her to make her short circuit a little bit. no one can get under her skin the way you can. /pos

* calls you baby. if you’re a femme, she calls you her femme. also fond of calling you “pretty baby”.

* surprisingly soft lips.

* kissing her feels like a dream. slow and sweet and sensual. complete with a warm hand on the side of your face or settled on your hip.

* sevika prefers a partner who can take care of themselves. after all, she’s a busy woman and she can’t always come to your rescue.

* her giving love language is acts is service. need something fixed? in classic butch fashion, she’s absolutely got you covered. do you drink coffee or tea in the morning? she’s got a cup ready for you in the morning, *just* the way you like it. she’ll do anything for you when she’s got the time.

* her receiving love language? words of affirmation. she likes to know that you think she’s *good*. that she’s doing a good job and that you see that.

* loves having her hair played with and her scalp massaged. if you have long nails it’s like a dream for her.

* would be so fucking whipped for you. you’re on her mind all the time. smiles when little things make her think of you. memorizes every little detail about you every chance she gets.

* actions over words. don’t expect crazy love letters or monologues about how much you mean to her. she shows how much she loves and cares for you almost entirely through actions.

* most likely wakes up before you and sits there for a little bit just to memorize every tiny little feature about your face. she never wants to forget what you look like.

* she doesn’t have a type. like, at all.

nsfw

* stone top. there. i said it. no questions. no ifs, ands, or buts.

* nipple piercings 🙈.

* oh, she is eating that thang. this woman is a munch. she would know just how to lick or suck you to make you come before you know it. it’s a very personalized experience.

* she learns you inside and out. knows every. little. thing that makes you tick.

* vocal. like, as in, she talks. she’s dirty about it too. all “oh, yeah? you like that baby?”, “be good for me, i know you can take it”, “mmm, taste so fuckin’ good for me” or “i know what’s good for you, now fucking take it”. she talks you through it every time.

* kisses it after she eats it. :)

* weewooweewoo WE GOT A MAN HANDLER OVER HERE!!!! she will move you every which way, any way she needs you to be. if you’re flexible, she absolutely has fun with that.

* has a collection of straps. different strokes for different folks, am i right?

* will sex you with sensual r&b playing in the background.

* touching on one of her receiving love languages being words of affirmation …

* she loves to be praised.

* it’s something she would never explicitly ask you to do. it’s a subtle thing.

* it’s in the way she short circuits when you tell her how good she’s doing, how good she makes you feel. you can tell she likes that, knowing that she is good for you, in the way her hands tremble or her hips stutter or, if she’s going down on you, the way her eyes go soft.

* she will fuck you senseless and then be so, so sweet on you after. makes sure you’re taken care of, that there’s something for you to drink, has towels ready for you incase you don’t feel like showering for a while after you finish. seriously, it’s like two different people.

okay thats it. i am obsessed with this woman and just wanted to share some headcanons i had for her while i finish up a fic i’m trying to write🎠.

cant believe my first writing here was some random hcs but whatever!!!

requests currently open for multiple fandoms, including arcane :).

dividers by cafekitsune

[mephist00o]

mini random sevika drabble~

<3*°

Just you and Sevika living in your own domestic little world <3

Waking up together in the morning, her leaning over towards you and smothering you and kisses, you both enjoying each other's embrace.

Sevika would DEFF love seeing u get ready in the morning. You catch her oogoing at you 24/7. Sevika's response? She's got absolutely no shame.

Speaking of that, she definitely the type to make her attraction to you KNOWN. She doesn't need you doubting her for a second.

butch4femme realness 🙂‍↕️

[andromedathefairy]

Thank you for all the ran content! You're the best ! I was wondering if it's not too much to ask if we could please get a fic about ran and the reader's first date . First date jitters and both people trying their hardest to impress each other! Thanks again! Keep up all the great writing!

Hey anon!

Thank you! :3

You have no idea how I started to laugh when I read your request, because I was actually planning on writing a first date with Ran x reader. I had many ideas for this, so it became a little longer than I initially wanted it to. Hope you don’t mind. ;)

Sometimes when you lose, you win

ran x reader fluff(?), little cocky!ran, little cocky!reader Summary: After losing a bet reader goes on a first date with Ran. The date takes a horrible turn as they both trying to impress the other, but reader tries something to make things right. word count: 3,1k sorry, not proofread.

You were standing in your small closet, trying to decide what to wear for your date. You tried on so many variations of dresses, trousers, pants, skirts and blouses. None of them seemed fit. You just got an address where you would meet with Ran, but you had never been on that side of the city, so you had no idea what to expect. A bar? A restaurant? A nightclub? So many possibilities, and you had to find the perfect dress for your date. The fact that you were nervous as hell didn’t help either. For Janna’s sake, this would be your first date with Ran, and you wanted everything to go smoothly at least. Your palms started to sweat as you stood idly.

In the meantime, unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the city Ran was preparing for your first date just as, if not more nervously as you. However, unlike you, they were already dressed. Ran chose a simple black shirt, the one that was the least wrinkled. They always thought ironing anything is useless, why bother if the first time you sit down it will be creased anyway. Instead, they spent that time doing their hair and fixing their makeup. Ran didn’t necessarily think they were the most good-looking person in Zaun, they knew they had a unique look, however, they knew exactly what effect their full lips had on the ladies. Well, sometimes their lips had the same effect on men too, but they never cared about them. Because of this, they always made sure they applied black lipstick, so their lips would always get the attention they deserve.

As the time ran out, you quickly had to choose an outfit. You ended up with black skort, and you combined that with a light buttoned blouse with a faded flower pattern. Luckily you did your hair before you started to dress up, you braided your hair and left out some hair on each side of your face. You looked into the mirror one last time, your looked good, but… there was one question remaining. Should you unbutton one more button and show more cleavage than you usually did or just leave your blouse the way it always it. After some consideration you boldly undid one more button.

Obviously you arried at the given address a few minutes late, Ran was already there, waiting for you, one hand behind their back.

“Ran, hello! Sorry, for being late.” you told them with a big smile. Ran steal a glance at your cleavage as you closed in, but they quickly moved their gaze before they would turn red from the sight of your boobs.

“’ey! You look amazing!” they said with a smirk. Their eyes started to shine as they looked at you. Originally, Ran wanted to tell you, you looked breathtaking, but they didn’t want to seem desperate, they wanted to look cool.

“I brought something for you.” they continued as they showed you what they were hiding behind their back. Ran held a small hairpin in their hand. The top of the hairpin was covered in three small, but colorful flowers. You stepped closer to take a better look at the flowers when you finally realized something.

“Oh my Janna! Ran, are those real?” you asked them with shock in your voice. Flowers didn’t come easily in Zaun, and if you were able to buy some, they were expensive.

“Yes.” Ran nodded with a weak smile. You were sure that the flowers cost more than your weekly wage. You were at a loss for words. Nobody ever bought you anything so beautiful and expensive before.

“Ran, it’s beautiful!” you said after you recovered from the initial shock.

“Shall I?” Ran asked with a surprisingly soft voice. You nodded, so they reached out and placed the pin in your hair, behind your left ear. “It looks good on you.” they said as they pulled back to admire you with the pin in your hair.

You gathered all your courage and kissed their cheeks: “Thanks.” you said with a tiny voice.  You watched and smiled as Ran’s cheeks slowly turned red. They froze, they were unable to move, they just stared at your face, at your smile. Ran needed a few seconds to regain control over their body, then they just cleaned their throat, and they tried to act natural, but they were a mess inside. They really wanted you to like them. They watched you so many times from the pool tables at The Last Drop as you walked in to meet your friends. They fancied the way you carried yourself, your smile, how you always had a kind word for everyone in the bar, even the worst of the worst. But you also didn’t shy away to fool around with the others or defend yourself and your friends if needed.

And one fine day you ended up fooling around Ran, teasing them how bad they are at pool, and how you would absolutely demolish them. You played match after match, until you ended up with 3-3 wins, so Ran betted with a date, should you lost, you would need to go on a date with them. That last match was close, but in the end Ran triumphed. And here you were, a few days later with small flowers in your hair, smiling at Ran’s red cheeks.

“Shall we?” Ran asked with a quavering voice as they pointed at the door.

“Where are we exactly?” you asked with unconcealed curiosity in your voice.

“Sorry, a restaurant.” Ran replied quietly. “The owner lived in Piltover for a few years. They say the food is amazing.”

“Have you eaten here before?” you asked as you moved closer. You were so eager to hook on Ran’s arm, but you chickened out. You took a quick look at Ran’s lips as they licked their mouth.

“No.” they confessed. What they didn’t add is the fact that they never fancied these delicate cuisines they usually served at places like this. They get used to living off fresh fish from the harbor and whatever horrible, tasteless vegetables and fruits they could buy.

Ran led you to the restaurant, and in a few minutes, you were already reading the menu at a table beside the windows which looked directly at the river, and beyond that, Piltover, with their lights already on, radiating bright lights which clashed with Zaun’s neon colors above the water. You loved the sight of the dancing colors on the surface of the river, as a kid you always thought these lights were pixies and sometimes you still hoped for that.

As you brought your thoughts back from the river and the pixies you noticed that the table was shaking. Ran jiggled their legs and made the table move. Before you could have said anything to them the waitress arrived and got your orders.

You babbled about the view, the light and the imaginary pixies while you were waiting for the food. Ran shared a story about their first job with Silco’s gang, where they badly had their ass handed to themselves. Regardless, Ran quickly rose through the ranks. At the end of their story Ran became more and more quieter and even refused to look at you. They still jiggled their legs rapidly and played with their hands, or the edge of the tablecloth.

When the food arrived both of you were staring at your plates. It was the smallest portion of the food you ever saw in your life, even though you grew up being poor. You tried to initiate small talk and tried to tell Ran more stories, but they were just unresponsive. They just started at their plate without even touching it, while you absolutely demolish yours. The food was okay, but the chef used more spice than you would have preferred.

As you were technically talking to yourself you started to feel small and stupid. You felt that Ran didn’t even care about you. You even tried smoothly pushing your boobs together, and flash your cleavage a little bit, but it seemed like Ran didn’t even give a flying fuck. You concluded that leaving your apartment tonight was a bad idea. Maybe Ran hoped you wouldn’t come?

The little devil on your shoulder pushed you, and tried to convince you Ran was just fooling around with that bet, they weren’t even interested in you. Maybe they just wanted to laugh in your face, make fun of you for thinking you had a chance with them.

As the knot grew in your throat you nervously tried to tuck your loose hair behind your ear, and you touched the pin with the flowers Ran gave you. No one in Zaun would spend so much money on flowers just to pull your leg. You looked at Ran again, paying more attention to them. They didn’t look uninterested, they looked nervous, out of their depth, uncomfortable.

“Hey Ran!” you said in hopes Ran would look up, but they just slightly lifted their head, but still didn’t meet your eyes. “What if we would just leave?”

Ran quickly raised their head and they looked like somebody just slapped them. “You already wanna go home?” they asked with terror in their voice.

“No.” you said with a weak laughter. “I was thinking going to Jericho’s to eat some proper food?”

Ran’s face lit up when they understood what you wanted, and they quietly nodded and quickly threw some coins onto the table that would cover your orders.

“I’m paying at Jericho’s.” you said when you were already in the streets.

“No!” Ran protested. “I invited you.”

“I’m quite capable of taking care of myself, and paying for our food too, you know.” you said with a playful but also a little serious tone.

Ran smirked at you, then they looked worried. “Look, I’m sorry. I wanted to impress you with this place but…” they started their confession, but you interrupted them.

“Yeah, I tried to do that too. I mean, look at my cleavage.” you pointed at your chest. “Everything is out. And I really mean everything. Maybe I should just cover them up.” you finished as you reached for the bottom of your blouse.

“NO!” Ran cried out as they gently grabbed your wrist. “Please?” they continued with a smirk.

“Oh, I thought… you are not interested.” you said confused. Ran let go of your wrist.

“Hey, I’m a simple person. I see boobs, I’m happy.” Ran said with a huge grin.

“Oooohhh. Well then, enjoy, I guess?” you smiled and then you took a few steps forward. You turned back, and reached out with your hand towards Ran. Ran grabbed your hand, and your fingers intertwined.

You walked hand in hand on the streets.

“You know, I feel kinda lucky, that I won that last round of pool.” Ran admitted as they carefully squeezed your palm with theirs.

“Luck had nothing to do with that, Ran.” you replied with a smirk on your face. Ran stopped at the middle of the streets and pulled you back.

“Did you…?” they asked with a frown. “Did you let me win?”

“Mayhap?” you told them with a playful tone. You saw the shock in their eyes.

“You wouldn’t!” Ran stammered. You just shrugged your shoulders. “I demand a rematch! We are going to The Last Drop after Jericho’s!” they told you with determination in their eyes.

“Oh, did I steal your thunder?” you asked as you stick out your tongue.

“Careful!” Ran warned you with a laugh. They pulled you closer, your noses touched, you were waiting for a kiss, Ran brushed their lips to yours, but they slowly backed out. You screamed inside. Ran watched you with a mocking smile as you tried to maintain a composed look. They feasted in your sight.

“You fucker.” you said inaudibly.

“Mmmm, maybe next time, don’t let me win.” Ran winked at you.

At Jericho’s you ordered different dishes, and as you looked at each other, without hesitation you split the dishes in half and swapped half of the plates. The food was amazing as it was always at Jericho’s. While you were eating, Ran told you a story about their childhood, how amazed they were when they saw a meadow full of flowers for the first time in their life when they took a trip with their parents and siblings many years ago. They never seen anything so beautiful as those small flowers which came in many colors. They really hoped one day Zaun would bloom again in figurative and literal sense too.

“I had no idea you are a tiiiiny little bit sentimental.” you joked when they finished their story.

“Don’t tell anyone. It would ruin my reputation.” Ran laughed as they nudged you with their shoulders.

“I won’t tell a soul.” you promised with a heartfelt laugh.

As you finished your meals you headed to The Last Drop to decide who was a better pool player. Ran couldn’t let this slip, and you were pondering whether to let them win again, or not. You loved to see their cocky smile as they demolished their opponents, but in this case, you were the opponent, and as everyone in Zaun you also hated to lose. And of course, there was that almost kiss, the teasing. Eventually, you decided to annihilate them.

You agreed to the best of three games. You knew it was risky, because it was just three rounds of games, but you let Ran win the first round. And there was it, their cocky smiled you silently adored every night when you were at The Last Drop. Ran gave a little theatrical bow with the pool cue in their hands.

“I only need one more win.” they teased you.

���And I only need two wins.” you said with a soft voice as you brushed their cheeks. Ran visibly froze in place. “You said not to let you win.” You chuckled as you delighted in their stunned face. Ran was staring at you with disbelief. They really found their match.

This time you didn’t play around, you gave your all and won the match in 20 minutes. Ran just shook their head with an uneasy smile.

“What’s wrong?” you asked with an innocent face. “You only need to win one game! Cheer up!”

“You!” Ran cried out as they pressed you against the pool table. Their face was just millimeters away from yours.

“Yeah?” you batted your eyelids. Ran didn’t move so it was your time to act. You brushed your lips against the tip of their nose, then you stealthily stuck your tongue out and licked their nose where your lips touched their skin. Once again, a crimson tint spread over Ran’s cheeks.

“Wha…”  they started but they had to stop and take a deep breath. “What are we betting on?”

“How about, whoever loses is paying for everything on our next date.” you said. You really wanted a second date, but you had no idea how badly it would affect Ran if they loose to you, so you didn’t want to gamble with a possible second date.

“Then we have to set a date for your payday, because you are going down!” Ran replied with all their might, but they had a feeling this was not a bet they would win.

Your last match was long, you both gave your best. It even became a spectacle in The Last Drop, as you played and teased each other, even Sevika peeked at you two from time to time while she destroyed her opponents in poker.

In the end, you came out triumphant. Ran stared at you with disbelief.

“Hey, I won fair and square.” you said to Ran with open arms.

“You really let me win the last time, huh?” they asked with a sad look on their face as they walked up to you.

“Yea’, sorry about that.” you looked at them with remorseful expression.

“But that also means…” they started as they pulled you closer, their breasts brushed against yours. Your cheeks were burning. “That you really wanted to go on a date with me, right?” they continued with a smirk. Their spirit was unbreakable even in the face of defeat.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

“What, kitty took your tongue after your big win?” Ran asked with a cocky smile. You wanted to give them a comeback which involved a recommendation where Ran should put their tongue – preferably your kitty -, but instead you donned a quirky smile.

Ran cupped your face and pulled you closer. Your noses touched again, and Ran brushed their full lips against yours so slowly and delicately your knees started to tremble a little. You vowed if they pull away again you would scream into their face. But you didn’t need to. They finally kissed you, as softly as they teased you. You grabbed their hips so vehemently they gasped onto your lips.

“Sorry!” you said apologetically as they pulled away, but you didn’t soften your grip. You had no intention of letting them go. Ran just smiled as they leant in for an another kiss, but this time neither of you held back. Your heart started to beat faster as Ran softly licked your lower lip before their tongue found its way between your lips. You could still taste the cherry beer on their tongue you both were drinking.

As you slowly backed away both of you started to giggle.

“Ouch, sorry! You are covered in black lipstick.” Ran said as they pulled out a tissue from their pockets.

“I don’t give a fuck!” you laughed with a relief.

As horribly your date started you had so much fun that night. You played a few more rounds of pool with Ran, but neither of you cared anymore who would win. However, because of a bet Ran ended up with your hairpin in their hair. They looked cute with the hairpin, but you didn’t want to demolish their self-respect by saying that out loud. After the bar started to empty up Ran and Sevika tried to teach you how to play poker and how to cheat inconspicuously. At the end of the night, you were covered with black lipstick stains.

As the sun slowly rose up beyond Zaun you were walking hand in hand in the already crowded streets of Zaun, as Ran decided to accompany you on your way home. On the way Ran told you how Sevika absolutely humiliated them in arm-wrestling the first time they met. Ran was already cocky at that time, but Sevika was more than they could chew, even back then.

When you reached your apartment Ran ceremoniously gave back your hairpin and kissed you goodbye. As you undressed in your bedroom you realized that even though you lost a bet, you gained so much more in return.

[moonlightshaiku]

Hello! May I request a pair up? ^^

My names Dahlia (I go by Luka too but mostly Dahlia) and I'm non binary but kinda go with whatever pronouns people call me and wear whatever I feel like. I'm omniromantic and demi sexual!

I enjoy art (writing, dancing, painting, ect..), books, collecting things, bugs (I have a collection of bugs I preserved in bottles myself :), gardening, dyeing my hair black, diying clothes, luxury, science fiction and horror, cats or birds, classical music/metal/and some other alt genres of music, goth and alt everything ngl, gothic fashion or mall goth, organizing, stars, making edits, spending or earning money, bones, zombies, scheming, military stuff, debating, learning bcs knowledge is power, and hiking

My flaws and quirks are that I tend to be jealous, have a bit of a savior/supioriority complex but internally don't think I'm that great yk, a bit impulsive, really blunt, don't sleep don't eat just gotta get what I need done, petty, anxiety, depression, PTSD, ADHD, maladaptive dreaming disorder, nightmares 🌚, half done projects everywhere, competitive, loves to spoil my lover a little to much, can't sit still, needs to be uniqe, daddy issues, only ever listen to those I care for other than that im not a very good listener and a addiction to caffeine and success

My personality is entj with some enfp sprinkled in and 3w4, but basically, selfless to those I care about even a bit, polite, messed up but pretty self sustaining, eccentric, confident, can take charge, creative, assertive, sarcastic, blunt but can and will lie, extrovert, methodical, attentive, thrill seeking, witty, mindful of others unless I don't like the person, passionate, ambitious, stubborn, expressive, charismatic, sophisticated (most the time), adaptable, bit of a day dreamer but also realistic, and can and will do as I please to get what I please (unless your someone Im even just chill with I don't like hurting people to much unless they deserve it or I'm doing it on accident)

And that's it! I hope you have a lovely evening dear freind! I may have ranted a bit sorry :') but thank you so much I hope I wasn't to much trouble!

-🍷

Sevika!

(General Information: Sevika is a character from Arcane. She's a gruff fighter with a metal arm prosthesis. She's also very responsible, intelligent, and will try to end confrontations peacefully if possible.)

Sevika would absolutely love and spoil you! She's really relieved to be with someone who she believes can actually handle themself. She does worry, nonetheless.

She doesn't have a lot of time on her hands, but she'll spend every moment possible with you. Loves spoiling you, just as you spoil her. When her (relatively large) paycheck comes in, she would absolutely love taking you shopping.

She loves your ambition! Whatever you plan to do in your adult life, she will support. She'll get you whatever you need and put as much of her spare time forward as possible.

She probably picks up little trinkets and bugs when she has the time? And (especially if you're forgetful) will leave it on counters/tables. Just little offerings she hopes you won't mention.

Sevika has a lot of trauma, and is surprisingly good at calming people down. She'll usually boss them around, get them functioning and then talk. But she can also be soft. Kneel down and pat, murmur, whatever needed. Whenever Sevika is dealing something, she tends to get irritable and might even cry a bit, quietly and alone. A good, warm meal will calm her enough to talk it over.

Sevika isn't really jealous, and she's fine with your being jealous as long as it doesn't prevent her from doing something. If it does, she'll sit you down and attempt to understand and better the situation.

I can see a lot of good communication in the relationship, and a lot of mutual spoiling (and breakdowns)!

Alternate Pairing(s):

Kylo Ren — Star Wars

[lanternfeather]

thinking about modern au sevika x mean nonbinary barista reader…

• sevika gets a new job, one where she works from home a lot, which is great but she finds she can’t focus at all when actually trying to work in her home. so she goes to a cafe down the street that’s been there for years, but she’s never stepped inside.

• she’s one of the first customers of the morning, and reader is a miserable barista there, dark circles under their eyes, almost unable to smile. it’s early enough that you’re the only one there, the cashier hasn’t come for their shift yet so you’re on register and making coffee.

• you are very knowledgeable about coffee and espresso and just fed up every day with how stupid and annoying customers are. how they feel like they have to make jokes about everything. how they think it’s cute to come up in pairs to the register and fight over who’s paying. how they constantly misgender you. how they actually have no idea what they’re ordering and ask you for stupid shit that makes no sense. you love making coffee but you hate customers. the manager knows you have an off-putting attitude but you’ve been there for years, you’re reliable, and you’re good at making the coffee, so they can’t let you go.

• sevika is faced with a very hot yet off-putting barista and fumbles her coffee order: “can i get a coffee.” the look you give her could turn her to stone. “is that a regular drip coffee.” you ask, icily. “yeah, drip.” “and what size.” “uh….” she trails off, unfamiliar with what your cafe orders. her mind feels blank as she continues gazing at you. does she even remember what coffee is? she astounds herself with how clueless she sounds when she says “whatever works best for you.”

• you can’t resist the urge to roll your eyes. of course the first customer of the day acts like it’s her first day on earth. it’s a shame that she’s so hot. you just ring her up quickly and decide the size for her, not even bothering to ask her name or whether she’d like room for milk or sugar. she seems like the type to take her coffee black.

• sevika, embarrassed, accepts her coffee from you and goes to sit down at a table with her laptop. she feels giddy when your hands brush, but you quickly turn away to go hide behind the espresso machine, not making eye contact.

• she watches you throughout the day. how frustrated and miserable you seem. how it feels like you’re on the edge of snapping and telling off every single dumb customer. she knows she wasn’t much better, but at least she didn’t expect you to perform happiness and subservience for her. it made her blood boil when customers tried to joke with you or criticize your drinks or act like they knew more about coffee than you. she felt a lot of empathy toward you and swore that she would never be an annoying customer again.

• the next day, and the next, and all the following days, sevika’s the first customer of the day, and she gets her act together. now she knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t waffle around about it. she orders the same thing every day until you begin to prepare her coffee for her as soon as she walks in, she doesn’t even have to say anything.

• you start to appreciate her more. you appreciate that she is serious and to-the-point. sometimes customers act like they have to be funny or wry or self-deprecating about their caffeine addiction in order to “get a good grade in being a customer” and they expect you to go along with their dumb jokes. but sevika is clipped yet respectful and doesn’t bother you longer than necessary. you like that about her. you know she sits in the cafe all day to do her work. you start feeling a fondness toward her and maybe even looking forward to seeing her in the morning.

• slowly, so slowly, over months, you warm up to sevika. the day that you give her a sweet smile while handing her her coffee makes her heart leap out of her chest. she admires you deeply now- you don’t put up with anyone’s bullshit, you’re efficient and sharp, and extremely attractive to her. you feel yourself becoming attracted to her too. you think about her on the days you don’t have to work. you find yourself missing the sight of her stonily staring down at her laptop, diligently working. you feel a connection building.

• one day, during a slow afternoon, you decide to be brave. sevika’s still sitting at her table. you fix up another cup of her usual order and emerge from behind the counter. she looks shocked when you appear in front of her and set the coffee down.

• “i didn’t order another,” she says, puzzled, a small frown on her handsome face. you shrug, trying to be nonchalant. “i suspected you might appreciate another cup,” you say, trying to play it off like it’s nothing. she laughs slightly in disbelief, but accepts it. “thank you. i appreciate it a lot.” you smile, a little grimly, but she knows by now that that’s just how you are. “you’ve come a long way. i have to say you’re one of my favorite customers because of how easy you make it for me. you don’t make dumb jokes or small talk or complain at all. thank you for being actually normal about things,” you say, all in a rush. you’d rehearsed forever about this short monologue. you feel yourself blushing, and see that she is too.

• you know next to nothing about her, but you find that for the first time, you want to get to know a customer- only because it’s her. her presence comforts you by now.

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The Bribe | Sevika x OC/Reader

by sevikashexstrap Sevika often neglects to feed herself in the mornings, and Sage is determined to change that. All it takes is a little bribe. Words: 705, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends) Relationships: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Original Female Character(s), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Reader, Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends) & Reader Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Oral Sex, Service Kink, Morning Sex, Sevika is so hot im going insane, Oneshot, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Set in Season 01 Between Act 01 and Act 02 (Arcane: League of Legends), Sevika Does Not Get Paid Enough (Arcane: League of Legends), Top Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Tired Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Oral Fixation, Rough Sex, Smut, Kissing, Teasing, Light Dom/sub, Banter, brainrot, Porn with Feelings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/P2ce5pd

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Hihi!! I just read your Sevika HCs and I absolutely love them!! I wanted to know if you could (please) write HCs for Sevika and Vi after an argument with their partner? :) Whether it’s an argument the reader started or they started can be completely up to you! Or you could even do both scenarios if you prefer! 💕

Thank you and I hope you have a nice day/evening 💖

🖤Sevika and Vi after an Argument🖤

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🤎Sevika🤎

I don’t think arguments would be common in a relationship with Sevika.

When she locks into a serious relationship, she means serious. She covers all the important bases for a healthy relationship; communication, loyalty, respect, trust, and so much more.

Covering these bases, especially communication, helps to avoid frequent arguments.

It won’t completely cut out the occasional argument though.

When you two do argue, it’s almost always about bigger things. For example, her working so much and not taking much time for herself, or maybe her drinking and smoking.

Post-argument time usually has as “how can we avoid this in the future” moment where you guys have a heart to heart about whatever started the argument.

If you start an argument:

Be prepared to apologize first. And only apologize if you’re really sorry.

You should always finish what you start, after all.

Your apology may be met with an affectionate an eye roll and a huff.

She never stays mad at you for long.

Once you apologize she usually makes space for you wherever she’s sitting and wraps her arm around just to let you know it’s really okay.

If you’re just apologizing because you feel like you need to, don’t. She can see right through you if you’re bullshitting her.

If you’re stubborn like her, sometimes apologizing can genuinely be difficult. She gets that. Which is why her patience with you is a blessing.

Again, when you’re ready to apologize , she’s affectionate and accepts it.

If she starts an argument:

This woman is stubborn. For her to apologize, it just doesn’t feel right.

She’s only ever been truly sorry a few times in her life. In the Undercity, living a life like hers, she never had time to be sorry.

Being sorry gets you hurt. It gets you killed.

But…

It’s obviously different when it’s you. You aren’t a big bad wolf waiting around the corner. You’re her partner, her ride-or-die.

In the heat of the moment, what she said felt right. It felt like something you needed to hear.

The thought of you feeling hurt by something she said just eats her alive.

She comes to you first.

It isn’t anything crazy, usually just a simple, gruff “I’m sorry.”

She’s awkward and stiff about it, but completely genuine.

Asks what she can do to make it up to you, if anything.

❤️Vi❤️

Violet runs hot. She isn’t a loose cannon but someday’s it can be hard trying to keep all of her emotions under wraps.

This has definitely lead to arguments over petty things like dishes in the sink or eating the last of her favorite snack.

It’s also lead to arguments about very serious things. Her pit fighting, drinking, and her occasional impulsivity.

Arguments always hit her hard, even the petty ones. No matter how old she gets, arguments always make her feel like a little kid, just waiting for the ball to drop. The ball being losing you.

That feeling of dread, like this argument could be the last, if that makes sense.

Physical touch is usually present in the make up process after an argument. It helps ground her.

The good news is, the two of you always make up very quickly.

If you start an argument:

If the argument is a petty spat about dishes or snacks, she still apologizes first, albeit rather begrudgingly.

This links back to her feeling like this argument could be the last. What if she never hears “You promised you’d take out the trash this week” ever again?

You, however, shut that down. “It’s my fault, I should be the one apologizing.” You tell her.

These arguments are extremely easy to come back from because you two are always on the same level. Two halves to make a whole, equals

There isn’t a point in staying hung up on petty nonsense for long.

If you start a big argument, you apologize first.

She distances herself and you have to go to her.

You’ll usually find her someplace where she shouldn’t be, like a bar. Or, you might find her someplace safe, like with Loris or another friend she feels comfortable around.

Not only should you apologize, but it would also be a good chance to thoroughly explain why you’re upset or might think something is a bad idea.

Once you do that, she’ll open her arms up to you and usually things can be resolved somewhat easily after that.

If she starts an argument:

Again, she apologizes first.

If she starts an argument, big or small, the dread of possibly losing you over this hits her like bricks.

For smaller arguments, she approaches you casually. If you let her, she’ll wrap her arms around you. An apology hug, if you will.

Says, “I’m sorry, baby,” in the softest voice she can muster.

These smaller arguments are always easier to come back from just because she’s so sweet. How can you ever stay upset when she’s such a sweetie?

Big arguments are something else though.

After she’s said whatever it is that she’s said, the weight of it all is suffocating.

If she said something really stupid and hurtful in the heat of the moment, she might need some space for a bit. Things like that take her back to that day.

But she’ll come to you when she’s ready.

May or may not have a little gift for you for extra measure. Usually it’s something simple like your favorite candy bar.

She tells you she’s sorry and explains why she got so worked up. Usually this leads to a steady and warm embrace and you let her know it’s okay.

hello!!! thank you for the request ♥️ please let me know if you enjoyed it or not. i had so much fun writing these. i kind of got carried away with vi’s headcanons 🙈. . i was purposefully vague about what started the argument so you can sort of imagine your own scenario for why the argument started!🎠

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i want to write some sevika x reader stuff, my requests aren't open but drop some ideas in the comments if you want

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send me sevika requests 🙇🏽

i have other stuff i need to write (looking at my barren profile) but the only thing on my mind is sevika. sevika lovers, please send me your requests! i want to write some drabbles for her. open for platonic, fluffy, smutty, or angsty ideas 🙂‍↕️‼️

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cooldown - sevika x nb!oc/reader

second fic in the coach sevika crossfit au, this time with steamy locker room sex 👅👅👅👅👅 happy sevika week btw!!!

contains: sevika x my nonbinary oc marin/reader insert, marin uses they/them pronouns but is called good girl/princess by sevika bc they have previously agreed to this, established relationship, marin has an eating disorder but it's barely present in this fic, mommy dom service top sevikasevika, oral sex, pussydrunk sevika, fingering, squirting, facefucking, vi/vander/jayce mentioned as other coaches

read under the cut

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part 1 of this au

Sevika had not prepared well for this moment. The workout she was currently coaching Marin through had a movement that normally would not affect her if anyone else did it, but because it was Marin- her sweet, shy, sexy Marin- she was getting wildly turned on as her eyes raked over Marin’s body. It was a move she called “toes to rig”, and it was something she’d instructed countless students in to help them prepare for a proper toes to bar move. Marin lay on their back on the ground with their legs straight in front of them, their hands clasped above their head around a support bar of the iron pull-up rig, and was carefully lifting their hips and legs up off the ground to go backward and touch the bar above their head. Each time they crunched themself into that upside-down position with their legs in the air, Sevika felt a throb of arousal. She was imagining things involving Marin in her bed, hands tied above their head, crying and begging as Sevika pushed their legs toward their chest and filled them to the brim with her strap. She wanted nothing more than to take Marin home right now and do exactly that, but she admonished herself internally, knowing Marin was here to put their best effort into a workout and not cut it short for sex. So she tried to settle down and just enjoy the sight of Marin doing their damn best.

“One more set of ten. You’re doing great, baby,” Sevika praised as Marin finished their current set, panting, their stomach heaving. The small strip of skin that showed above their jogging pants made Sevika feel feral. Marin groaned, but caught their breath and dutifully started on the last set. They were so concentrated on completing it that they didn’t notice Sevika practically drooling and eye-fucking them. Their abs were on fire by the time they finished the last rep and got up from the ground. Immediately, they were surprised by Sevika swooping in for a deep kiss, almost pinning them to the rig. They gasped, but hungrily kissed back, loving the reward.

“Sevika, there’s a class going on…” Marin whispered when they broke away, glancing nervously at the group currently going through an excruciating workout of rowing and burpees. But no one was looking at them.

“I know, I’m sorry. You’re just so fucking hot like that,” Sevika said, her eyes flashing. Marin swallowed hard and their face turned red as they immediately understood just what Sevika was imagining. “We’re going to keep going, though. As tempting as you are, I’m not going to distract you from doing what you came here to do.” Marin appreciated that, and was reminded once again how dedicated Sevika was to making sure they were getting better. They smiled and nodded firmly, grabbing a drink of water and readying themself for the last part of their workout. 

Marin ended the workout actually feeling pretty good- not faint, or completely drained. Certainly tired, but not needing to sit down to avoid blacking out. Sevika noticed their improved energy level and felt a swell of pride. She was the one helping Marin achieve this balance. She couldn’t wait anymore- she had to show Marin just how proud she was of them. 

“You did a great job today. But I think we both need a shower now,” Sevika said pointedly, gazing down at Marin with a sharp grin. It took a second, but Marin understood her hidden meaning, and nearly choked on their water.

“Here? But you work here… what if someone hears us?” they whispered. Of course they wanted to have steamy locker room sex with their unbearably hot coach-slash-girlfriend, but there was the small matter of professionalism and Sevika not getting fired for indecency. 

“The locker room is on the other side of the building from the workspaces. And you know how loud Coach Vi turns up the music. It’ll be completely fine,” Sevika reasoned, sounding almost cocky. Marin knew what type of mood Sevika was in- the one where she acted like she’d pass away if she didn’t get to bury her head between Marin’s thighs. They shivered. Vi certainly did blast her music. And how could they refuse such an offer when they knew what was in store for them? 

No sooner had they gotten in the locker room than Sevika immediately locked the door behind them and literally swept Marin off their feet, making them shriek with delight and instinctively wrap their legs around Sevika’s solid middle.

“You were so good for me today, baby. I have to reward you. Show you how perfect you are,” Sevika ran her mouth as she carried Marin toward a bench in the middle of the room. Marin nodded enthusiastically, feeling good enough about themself it to actually accept the praise this time. They let Sevika gently set them down on the bench and kneel in between their spread legs. As Sevika captured them in a deep, hungry kiss, they swooned at how their height difference was so evident in this position. Marin moaned, folding immediately and opening their mouth for Sevika to slide her tongue in. Sevika felt a little high from how easily this beautiful, delicate creature submitted to her so easily, trusting her completely.

“My good girl. You want mommy to take care of you?” Sevika panted, kissing down Marin’s neck, groping their chest roughly. Marin whined out a “yes mommy”, tipping their head back to give Sevika more room. Sevika couldn’t help it- she licked up Marin’s neck, tasting their cooling sweat, groaning at the taste of her Marin. 

“Vika! I’m all sweaty…” Marin weakly protested, but their hand drifted up anyway to tangle in Sevika’s hair, holding her as she dragged her tongue over Marin’s throat.

“People sweat when they exercise,” Sevika said in that voice that let Marin know she was smirking, pleased with herself. They rolled their eyes and made an attempt to struggle out of Sevika’s grip. Sevika just held them tighter, and it made them ache to be reminded of her strength. “I don’t care. I’m going to eat you up anyway.” The sheer confidence and possessiveness in Sevika’s voice, the thought of being wanted so badly in such a state, made Marin make a small noise and squeeze Sevika’s hips with their legs. They knew they were already getting shockingly wet. Sevika took off Marin’s shirt and sports bra slowly, being careful not to bump any of their piercings. Marin’s heart throbbed at that small gesture.

“You’re so beautiful. Obedient. Strong. Sexy,” Sevika emphasized each word with a kiss down Marin’s chest, and ended by wrapping her lips around their nipple and sucking gently. Marin keened, pulling Sevika’s hair and arching their back to get more of that delicious tongue. 

“Mommy, please don’t tease me too much,” they panted. Sevika just looked up at them with an eyebrow arched and switched to their other nipple. Her prosthetic hand came up to knead and pinch at their tit, making Marin whine and squirm. Sevika was going crazy. All of Marin’s noises and half-stuttered words made her feel like nothing else in the world mattered but pleasuring them. She felt like she could have kept going on their tits for hours and hours, but that was a plan for another day. Right now, she needed to give and give until Marin couldn’t take it anymore. Sevika pulled away with one last harsh suck and grabbed the waistband of Marin’s pants, yanking them down as soon as Marin lifted their hips to help. She knelt there and drooled for a little while, taking in the sight of Marin��s underwear turned dark with sweat and arousal. 

“Baby, the things you do to me…” Sevika gasped as she wrapped her strong arms around Marin’s legs and buried her face in their underwear. Marin struggled a little bit, embarrassed, but they knew it was futile. Sevika had never really considered herself as having a sweat kink, but something about Marin’s scent specifically made her feel like she was getting high. She had to keep reminding herself that she could actually have the real thing instead of just smelling it. So she yanked off Marin’s boxer briefs eagerly, taking a second to put it in her pocket… as a treat for later.

“Sevika!! Those are mine!” Marin sputtered, completely red in the face, trying to reach out and grab them back. Sevika smirked, easily dodging them.

“They’re mine now. Consider it your fee for private training,” she gloated, not caring how down bad this made her look. At Marin’s pout and crossed arms, she relented a little. “I’ll buy you the exact same pair. I’ll buy you anything you want.” She didn’t miss how Marin’s expression got shy and they bit their lip.

“This turns you on, huh? Seeing what you do to me, how crazy I am about you,” Sevika said triumphantly. She knew Marin very well by now. Marin nodded sheepishly.

“Then I don’t want to hear any more whining about it. Be a good girl and spread your legs for mommy,” she said. Her voice was soft, making her commanding words seem gentler. Marin groaned, feeling a little dizzy, and obeyed. Seeing Sevika’s eyes light up and her chest rise made them feel so, so wanted. Immediately, Sevika got to work, wrapping her arms around Marin’s thighs and trailing kisses down their stomach, through their bush, and once on their clit. The tiny, desperate noise that escaped them made Sevika tug them to the edge of the bench, holding half their body up, and drag her tongue right up the center of them. She moaned at the salty-sweet taste, closing her eyes in deep satisfaction. Marin’s head tipped back in pleasure and they willfully submitted to Sevika’s skilled tongue. Broad, unhurried licks soon turned into careful dipping inside them, and they yelped at the sensation sparking deep inside them. 

“Taste so fucking good…” Sevika mumbled, pussy-drunk, as she pulled back a bit. Before Marin could even beg for her to keep going, she attached her lips to their clit and settled into the most perfect rhythm Marin could ever ask for. They were a mess in minutes, canting their hips into the firm, tongue-curling suction Sevika gave them. 

“Mommy, please,” they whispered. Sevika’s shining gray eyes opened and she raised her eyebrows. Marin could almost hear the silent question- please what, princess? They shook their head wordlessly, scrunching their eyes shut, not even knowing what to beg for. Sevika grunted insistently, making Marin snap their eyes open and look down at her again. Her intense look made it clear that she wanted them to watch what she was doing to them. They felt a jolt of arousal, almost baffled at how easily Sevika dominated them without even speaking. This was immediately put to the test when Sevika sealed her lips tighter around their clit. They cried out, one hand coming free to tangle in Sevika’s hair. She easily supported their trembling body. 

“Y-You’re going to make me cum,” Marin said shakily, pathetically. Sevika smirked and her self-satisfied expression told them that was exactly what she wanted. They felt devoured, adored, desired, needed. Everything was too much- the intense pleasure, Sevika’s burning gaze, the heavy atmosphere. Eyes half-lidded, they tipped into their orgasm, tugging Sevika’s mouth closer and moaning indulgently. Sevika was in heaven as their taste burst into her mouth and she chased their bucking hips. She licked harder, rubbing their twitching clit with her strong tongue.

“Too much, wait- fuck!” Marin cried out as a second orgasm crashed over them, bright and hard. Sevika didn’t stop- she knew how much they could take. She was almost holding them up entirely now, digging her fingers into their thighs and still giving them more. The desperate, teary expression on Marin’s face and their sobbing whines made her groan with need. 

“Thank you mommy, oh my god, ohmygod-!” Marin’s body locked up with a third orgasm and they were sure their brain was melting out of their ears. They’d never come this much from getting head before. They felt delirious, babbling, until the overwhelming pleasure became too sharp and they hissed for Sevika to stop. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips, taking in the gorgeous sight of Marin’s dripping cunt and heaving chest. 

“Yeah? You want mommy to stop?” Sevika asked, her voice low and heavy with arousal. Marin nodded tiredly, one arm flung over their face. “You sure you don’t want my fingers?” There was a pause. Marin slowly picked their head up, a hopeful expression on their face. Sevika laughed, easily slipping one large finger inside them, making them gasp loudly.

“This pretty cunt is just begging for my fingers. Mommy knows best, hm?” Sevika grinned, feeling just the slightest bit evil as all she received was a whining yessss!

“I think my good girl can take more,” Sevika mused to herself as she withdrew and sunk two fingers in up to her knuckles. Marin choked on a moan and their cunt squeezed down on Sevika’s fingers, forcing white creaminess to seep out as Sevika set a deep, rubbing rhythm. Sevika realized that she was full-on drooling as she eagerly watched their hole flutter around her. 

“Yes, right there!” Marin keened as Sevika found the best spot inside them and fucked them harder. She used her prosthetic hand to press down on their belly, and real tears of elation slipped down Marin’s cheeks. They knew they were being horribly loud. But they couldn’t find it in themself to care as they felt themself hurtling toward the edge of something huge. 

“My princess is going to come again, huh? Ask mommy for it nicely,” Sevika cooed, kissing the tears off Marin’s face. They cried out from deep in their throat.

“Can I please come, please mommy, please, please-” Marin begged, breaking off into cries when Sevika stretched her thumb down to slide over their clit. And she let the question hang for a bit, just to torture them.

“Yeah, baby, come for mommy,” Sevika said in a broken voice, and a moment later, Marin’s walls clamped down on her fingers so tight she could have come untouched right then and there. She pressed harder with both hands, fucking them so fast and rough their tits jiggled. Marin’s voice hitched on a whimper. They squirted, soaking Sevika’s hands and arms, and screamed. Sevika gasped, vaguely aware that she was slurring obscenities and praises, feeling like she herself had also exploded. She gradually slowed her hands down, liquid dripping to the floor, until her fingers stilled inside Marin and the only sound in the room was their breathy moans. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Marin whispered, starstruck. They were surprised they could still speak, given what Sevika had just done to them. Unable to bear it anymore, Sevika all but ripped off her shorts and boxers, manhandling Marin until they were lying on the bench flat on their back. She straddled them and slapped their face lightly, making them gasp dazedly.

“Come on baby, be a good girl and stick your tongue out for mommy,” Sevika gritted out, barely waiting for Marin to do as they were told before claiming her rightful place on Marin’s face. She held herself up with shaking thighs, not wanting to crush them. Marin mewled and eagerly stuck their tongue out, trying to suck on Sevika’s hard clit when her hips bucked. Sevika gripped Marin’s short hair, rutting herself to her edge on their hot, wet tongue. 

“You’re so fucking good, baby, my good toy, good girl, fuuuuck,” Sevika rode out her blinding orgasm into Marin’s mouth, feeling them whimper happily as she soaked their face. She held herself there for a few long moments, panting, holding Marin’s head close as they thirsted for more. She finally exhaled long and slow, running a fond hand through Marin’s hair. 

“You’re always so good to me, princess,” Sevika praised, gently helping Marin get up and sit on her lap so she could hold them for a bit. They all but collapsed on her, wrapping their arms around her neck and nuzzling their wet face into her skin. She didn’t even mind that they absolutely reeked of pussy.

Somehow they crammed into one of the locker room’s tiny showers together and managed to get clean. Sevika held Marin tightly under the hot water, praising them and relishing how they were the perfect height to tuck under her chin. When they got out, Sevika insisted on dressing Marin, melting at their flushed, cutely embarrassed expression at being dressed like a doll. She swept them into a passionate kiss, cradling their face, and pulled back to look them in the eye. 

“What do you say we go get some bagels?” Sevika asked, her low voice making anything sound sexy to Marin’s ears. And for the first time in a very long time, the thought of bagels did not strike fear into their heart.

Much later, Sevika strolled back into the gym before her afternoon classes, feeling absolutely on cloud nine from her date with Marin. In the office, she sprawled in her desk chair, twiddling a pen around her fingers, smiling faintly. She realized the other coaches Vi, Vander, and Jayce were all looking at her with smirks, and she quickly schooled her expression into her usual scowl.

“The hell are you looking at,” she grumbled, scooting up to her computer and pulling up some actual work to do. 

“I had to turn the music up more to cover up… whatever you were doing in there,” Vi snickered. “Some guests complained.” 

“Whatever. I have stuff I have to get done,” Sevika said, clicking through spreadsheets and schedules.

“Stuff that isn’t your partner?” Jayce said behind his hand, earning laughs from the other trainers. Sevika did not dignify that quip with a response, but she struggled to hold back her smile. Whatever spell Marin had her under, she did not care about anything but giving them everything they wanted and more.

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metcon - sevika x nb!reader, hurt/comfort

my first fic featuring my self-insert oc, marin! in this fic, they are new to their local crossfit gym and struggling with an eating disorder, but hopelessly in love with coach sevika and desperate to make her proud.

contains: sevika x nonbinary reader, self-insert, original character, lesbian yearning, hurt/comfort, fluff/angst, eating disorders (no numbers mentioned but behaviors are), age difference, caring sevika, reader fainting and being saved by sevika

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“Alright, seven AM, circle up around the whiteboard!” Coach Sevika hollered above the blasting metal music. Marin dutifully circled up with their classmates to see what fresh torture was in store for them today. They’d joined their local Crossfit a month ago, tired of not making any progress and failing to motivate themself for self-directed workouts at their old gym. And, yeah, they were already seeing progress in both the scale and the mirror, but this was by far the hardest thing they’d ever done. They’d thought they had an okay amount of strength and endurance, but had quickly learned better when their first workout saw them gasping, drenched in sweat, and still lagging behind everyone. But they were determined to get better and reach their goals, no matter how hard they had to push. The scheduled group classes were certainly motivating on their own, but Sevika… Marin knew on their first day that they would not be missing any seven AM classes, not when Sevika was so impressive and hot and gave them so much encouragement, as the weakest member of the group. Any round was worth pushing through just so they could hear that “yes, Marin! Great job!” and feel like it was all worth it. 

Most workouts were an absolute slog to get through. Marin knew they would likely do better if they fueled themself properly, but they were deeply entrenched in the practice of chronically not fueling themself. They doggedly ate very little and usually the same few low-calorie, high-protein foods in a fruitless attempt to build muscle while losing as much weight as possible. Every morning saw their vision going black around the edges as they squatted heavier and rowed faster. They knew they needed to change, and they couldn’t possibly continue making progress like this, and god forbid they fainted in front of their class… but this was what they’d done all their life and the thought of actually treating themself kindly was terrifying. They just had to keep pushing and improving and soon they’d be able to keep up with the class, and maybe impress Sevika with their progress.

As it was, the workout of the day today prescribed chin-ups for the strength portion and rowing mixed with burpees for the metabolic conditioning. Marin was excited- they’d recently progressed to being able to do one (1) quality unassisted chin-up, and they desperately wanted Sevika to notice how well they were doing, how much better they were getting under her guidance. Somewhere deep down, Marin’s rational brain told them that they should definitely not have a massive crush on their hot older trainer, and it would never lead to anything, but in reality, they were quite simple, and could never hope to resist a tall woman with huge arms and an intimidating presence. As Sevika rattled off the workout and the scaling options, she caught Marin’s eye and smirked a little. Marin smiled back and, unwillingly, blushed. They wanted to make Sevika proud. They woke up every morning dreading the workout ahead, but excited to see Sevika’s tilted smile cut through her severe exterior. Maybe they were being delusional, but they were slightly convinced that Sevika smiled at them and hung around their station slightly more than anyone else. But maybe they were just searching for evidence that wasn’t actually there.

After Sevika led the class through the warmup, which in itself had Marin sweating and panting, and demonstrated proper chin-up form, which made Marin sweat even more, it was time to start. Marin grabbed their step-up box and headed to their usual bar on the rig, hoping and praying that Sevika would make her way over to check in soon so they could show off. They set themself up with some bands that they knew they could assist them through sets of ten, eight, and six with, and, cued by the buzzer sound and Sevika turning her metal music up really loud, began their workout. They knew by the time they finished their first set that they would not be able to do the whole workout today. They felt supremely unwell, and considered grabbing some heavier bands for more assistance, when Sevika appeared beside them. 

“How are we feeling about the chin-ups today, Marin?” she asked, crossing her arms and really making her biceps bulge. She looked angry, but Marin knew by now that was just her regular face. Marin swallowed and caught their breath, untangling their foot from the bands. 

“I’m not feeling super great today, to be honest, so I’ll have to scale it back more…” they said, at which Sevika frowned a little further. “But can I show you something really quick?” They wanted to prove they were worth Sevika’s time so bad. Sevika gestured for them to go ahead. Standing atop their box to be able to reach, Marin wrapped their hands around the bar, exhaled sharply, and used all their strength to pull their chin clear over the bar. They heard Sevika exclaim in amazement, and then they did a second rep, so high on Sevika that they thought they could do anything. The minute their toes touched the box again and they disengaged, their vision began fading out at the edges.

“Marin, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!” Sevika enthused. Marin couldn’t feel their hands anymore. I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud of you. Nothing else mattered, even though they were sure they were going to throw up, and they could barely hear Sevika ask “Hey, are you okay?” I’m so proud of you. I’m so proud of you. Marin toppled off their box into a faint.

Slowly, Marin’s hearing and vision came back to them. They were so disoriented. Nothing felt right. They gasped a bit, and Sevika’s unfocused face appeared over them, seeming angry. 

“Marin, are you awake?” Sevika asked, to which Marin moaned, uncertain. They realized they were lying down, with their feet elevated and their head cushioned on a warm, soft surface. Judging by their position, and the position of Sevika’s face above her, they deduced their head was in her lap. The metal music was still blaring. The worst case scenario had come true. They had fainted in front of everyone in their class, who were all standing around looking worried, and Sevika had had to save their pathetic ass. They covered their face, extremely distressed and ashamed. They should have been more careful. They shouldn’t have pushed so hard.

“You passed out. It’s a good thing I caught you, otherwise I’m sure we’d be dealing with a severe head injury right now. Why didn’t you stop if you didn’t feel good? Do I need to call paramedics?” Sevika asked, quite sternly, deepening Marin’s shame.

“I wanted to… show you… my progress,” they said, sounding extremely selfish and stupid to themself. Sevika’s expression crumpled into something sad, shocked, and pitying, which was even worse than her anger. 

“Please don’t call paramedics. I’ll be fine in a minute. I’m sorry for disrupting the class,” Marin said miserably, trying to roll away and sit up, but their body just couldn’t move. Sevika held them more firmly in her lap, which was horrible. 

“No, you’re going to stay here until you’ve had some food and electrolytes. Coach Vi will continue the class,” Sevika reprimanded them. They were sure they had never felt this miserable. They felt like a stupid idiot child who couldn’t be trusted to take care of themself, which, in fairness, was kind of true. Sevika waved Vi over and requested her to bring a protein bar and Gatorade from the office. “What have you had to eat and drink today?” she asked them. They weren’t in the right headspace to make something up. They looked away guiltily, since the answer was nothing except their usual pre-workout trifecta of water for hydration, coffee for energy, and bone broth for electrolytes. Sevika’s expression got even sadder.

“Marin…” she said in a soft voice. Horrifyingly, Marin started to cry.

“I’m sorry,” they said pathetically, feeling even stupider and smaller. 

If Marin had been privy to Sevika’s thoughts, they would have known that her heart was breaking. Sevika had liked Marin and their quiet, earnest demeanor the minute they showed up for their first class, but was alarmed as they became rapidly thinner yet somehow pushed themself harder over the past month. Each time she’d seen Marin falter in a movement or have to sit down for a bit with glassy eyes, she’d considered saying something to them, to show them she cared and wanted to help. But as soon as she’d seen Marin go pale as a sheet and their eyes roll back, and felt their terrible nothing-weight as they fell into her arms, she knew the only one at fault here was her, for not speaking up sooner and letting this go on too long. She felt as though she had been leading Marin on, for encouraging them even as she knew that they would do anything to please her. As she stared at that sharp white face and counted the seconds until they regained consciousness, she struggled to not let her desires take over. To hold close, to protect, to give, to make whole again. She knew she was in far too deep as a coach, but she cared too much at this point.

“Don’t be sorry,” Sevika said, the words sounding sharp to Marin. “I should be saying sorry. I know you’ve been overworking yourself and I haven’t checked in on you, I’ve just been feeding into you pushing yourself.” Marin was quiet as they slowly ate the bar and sipped the Gatorade. “You’re clearly struggling and I should have told you to stop coming to class for a while.” Everything Sevika said made Marin feel worse. They tried valiantly to get up, to go hide and wallow in self-loathing for a while.

“Don’t patronize me. I know I suck at taking care of myself, but I’m paying for this membership, and I don’t need to be told what I can and can’t do,” Marin said bitterly, finally finding the strength to slide out of Sevika’s arms. Sevika swallowed and frowned.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not trying to patronize you. You have free will and all that, but…” she looked away and Marin was shocked to see she was blushing. 

“I just wanted to let you know I care about you. And I want to see you get better- by better, I don’t mean thinner, I mean more lively and able to get through a workout.” Sevika said quite candidly. Marin decided to make up for being bitter, and speak candidly, too.

“I just wanted to impress you and show you how much I’ve improved since I’ve been training with you. Nothing else mattered to me except that I was worthy to keep coming here,” Marin said quietly. The truth hung heavily between them.

“You are worthy because you show up and do your best. You don’t need to impress me. Just putting in the work- in a healthy manner- and being earnest is enough,” Sevika said softly, making Marin swipe a few more tears away from their eyes. 

“Let’s avoid this situation going forward. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put your membership on pause-” Sevika said, momentarily shattering Marin. “-and you’re going to come here three days a week and have breakfast with me before we do a very scaled-back workout together. The other days, you’re going to rest or do something light, like a walk or yoga. And eat . And in another month, when you’re not seeing stars through every workout, we can reconsider your membership.” Her tone was no-nonsense and commanding. The thought of not exercising hard every day, and eating more than usual, sent a wave of fear and anxiety through Marin.

“I don’t want to… gain weight,” they murmured, knowing it sounded petulant and selfish even as they said it. Sevika’s face became stern and resolved.

“That’s the only way I see you being able to stand any form of exercise,” she said, and then, gentler- “It doesn’t have to be this hard. I want to help you find a middle ground that’s sustainable, and more importantly, allows you to exercise for fun and longevity rather than trying to prove a point.” Marin had to take a deep breath. Logically, they knew all this. But somehow they’d never managed to find a middle ground for anything. They’d always lived with an all-or-nothing mindset. The thought of taking it easy somehow made them feel like they were losing, in this fucked-up, competitive world. Sevika put a hand on Marin’s arm. Something tiny and hopeful flickered inside them. 

“Look, I’m certainly not a therapist, and I’m not going to fix you or anything. You have to be willing to improve your life yourself. I just want to be here to support you and make the process a little less lonely,” Sevika said, searching to look into Marin’s eyes. “Keep showing up for me, just in a different way.” Marin’s heart was pounding from that intense steel-gray gaze, but they set their shoulders and nodded once. Sevika bit her lip.

“And, listen… I’m not coaching the next class. Can we start today? Can I take you out to breakfast?” she asked, so tender compared to her tough exterior that Marin, down bad as they were, could not even hope to say anything but yes.

[lanternfeather]

i love my self-insert oc marin so much and i want to keep writing sevika x reader fics with them. but not sure about the writing style i want to continue in. i’m interested in writing in a second-person pov about you with marin’s name occasionally mentioned- a la my favorite lady dimitrescu x reader fanfiction of all time, safety by demonofpuns on ao3, with the iconic nonbinary oc sasha. what would you enjoy more as a reader?