jules2kewl

[jules2kewl]

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Request: "Would you be willing to write an omegaverse sevika x reader fic where the reader has traumas from past heats and doesn’t want to be touched but sevika calms r! Down enough that they drop and can consensually take a knot"

Word Count: 3.9k Content/Warnings: omegaverse, nsfw, top!sev, bottom!reader, soft dom!sev, sub!reader, mentions of past sexual trauma and widespread sexual violence against omegas, mentions of reader grieving her mother, description of anxiety/panic during sex, reader has female anatomy, no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader, sev has a dick, sevika is the sweetest most patient partner ever change my mind, you trust her so much that it makes her cum lol A/N: please mind the warnings! i tried to be as sensitive as possible with this subject, and hope that it offers some comfort to anyone who has experienced something similar. thank you so much for the request, anon! i hope you enjoy <3

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚── “I remember the moment they put you on my chest like it was yesterday.”

You grit your teeth, walking past your childhood home as the last conversation you ever had with your mother strikes you like lightning.

“You had lungs of steel. I’ve still never heard a baby cry like that,” she chortled.

You chuckle to yourself, dry and humorless. Those lungs of steel are worth jack shit, now. It isn’t like you can blame anyone for keeping their heads down, though. 

The sound of omegas crying for help in the back alleys of Zaun was nothing more than white noise for its residents.

“I cried harder when you started presenting, though. When I realized that my sweet baby would-”

Her voice had broken. You’d urged her not to say anything else, not to upset herself. You wish now that you’d let her. You’d give anything to have more of her words to remember, even if they were painful.

The only thing more painful than losing your mother was finding out just how cruel alphas can be without her around to help you pick up the pieces.

The bite-shaped scar on your shoulder throbs, an incessant reminder of steel lungs giving out.

You’d done everything right; you’d stayed away from dark places, you never walked the streets without a friend or two, and you never left your house during a heat. But all it took was one stupid house party, a roofied drink, and a shitty boyfriend with an inflated ego and determination to match, and by the end of the night, you realized why your mother had been so devastated to discover that you were an omega.  

The world was a scary place for those like you, full of alphas who take and take and don’t take no for an answer.

You inhale sharply through your nose, blinking back hot tears as you open the back door to The Last Drop.

The grief would have to wait for now. You’ve got a double to work.

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

It’s a blistering hot summer evening in Zaun when Sevika catches sight of your bite mark for the first time. You’d finally said “fuck it,” and broken out a tank top to wear to work tonight. Even still, your cheeks are warm, and your chest shines with a thin layer of sweat.

The bar is made even clammier by all of its patrons. They’d heard that The Last Drop was one of the only places around with working A/C, but failed to consider that standing body to body would render the cool air pretty damn useless.

You roll your eyes at the large crowd and resign to sneaking away to the break room, where at least you’ve got a standing fan that kinda works.

When Sevika walks in, you’re doubled over, hanging by the hinges of your hips, fingertips barely gracing the floor. Your “Dead fucking exhausted” pose, the name courtesy of your coworkers.

“The fuck are you doing?” She grunts, but you’ve become familiar enough with Sevika to know that it’s amusement she’s expressing.

You shoot up from your toe-touch position with wide eyes and a gasp before you finally register that it’s her and let yourself relax. You’ve also learned that Sevika is one of the few alphas around who won’t pounce at you the minute you let your guard down. It’s wildly foreign to you, but welcomed, no less.

“Janna,” you exhale, slouching your shoulders and placing a hand over your heart, “Don’t sneak up on me like that. I thought you were my manager.”

She snorts, walking past you to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge.

“For all intents and purposes, I am your manager,” she retorts. “And I say it’s time for you to go home.”

She opens up the plastic bottle and holds it out for you to take, which you do, albeit tentatively.

“Why?” You ask, eyes narrowed in suspicion as you take a sip.

She leans against the breakroom’s counter, crossing her arms. “You’ve been here since 10 this morning. It’s 7, now. You weren’t supposed to work a double today.”

“Yeah, well, Ekko called in sick, and I’m the only one who could cover him.”

You reach up to hook your thumb under the strap of your tank top, pulling it back in place, and that’s when it catches her eye.

The jagged scar on your shoulder.

Sevika knows an alpha’s mark when she sees one. She knows where they're supposed to go, too: right in the juncture between an omega’s neck and shoulder, where their pulse thrums, and they smell the strongest, the best.

Your mark wasn’t in that place, nor did it look like it was made carefully. She can’t help but notice that it almost looks as if you were pulling away when it was made, trying your best to escape it when the alpha’s jaws finally clamped down wherever they could.

Her body stiffens. Her nostrils flare. Sevika does not tolerate alphas who abuse their strength.

But there’s nothing she can do about it now.

“I’ll figure it out,” she finally responds. “But you should go home. Don’t need you overworked and overheating on my watch.”

You chuckle. “You know you’re not actually my manager, right?”

A grin tugs at her lips as she watches you clock out anyway. Sure, she isn't technically your manager, but she is in charge of all of Silco’s employees, including those at the bar.

That's what she tells herself, at least. She’s not ready to admit that, in actuality, she’s got a bit of a soft spot for you.

“Maybe not,” she replies, “but I take care of my people when I can.” ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚── Sevika is a watcher; a bona fide expert in body language, microexpressions, all things unspoken. It’s what makes her so good at her job. She knows if you watch someone for long enough, keen and silent, that eventually, they’ll tell you everything you need to know about themselves.

She watches you. The way you stiffen as other alphas walk by. The way your eyes lock onto them when they get a bit too loud and get a bit too rowdy. The way your nostrils flare and your nose scrunches almost imperceptibly when they get too close, and the way you won't let them touch you at all

Even after the two of you settle into something that blurs the line between platonic and romantic, she notices that your anxiety remains, even around her.

She’s got to admit: it breaks her heart.

But a skill in observation is rendered useless without patience to match, and patience, she has plenty of.

She never touches you without permission. She never feigns irritation when you ask to watch the bartender make your drink (or insist on making it yourself altogether). She never makes you feel guilty for taking that one step away from her when you need more space.

She doesn't know what happened to you, doesn't ever pry, doesn't even expect that she'll ever see you with your guard down, and she's okay with that. 

She puts in all of the work to prove that she's safe anyway.

The two of you are strolling through a busy market one afternoon when an alpha walks by, coming too close, brushing against you as he pushes through the crowd; and when your instinct is to wrap an arm tightly around her bicep, it takes everything within her not to react. 

You never touch her. You hardly sit close to her, and when you do, she smells fear.

Now, you thumb over a scar on her arm, and you relax.

She relaxes you.

And you have no idea that even after all her years of selfless devotion to others, she's never been more honored to be something for someone else. 

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

You’re sitting in front of Sevika, your worn cotton sheets soft against your bare lower half. Your favorite pajama shirt is still on; partly because it’s still too daunting to be completely naked around someone else, but mostly because it is really fucking comfy, and she thinks you look really fucking cute in it.

It’s what she murmurs about as she trails kisses up from your calves to your thighs. She’s lying between your legs, looking up at you with reverence; honor.

She is honored. Knows how much trust you plan on instilling in her tonight, and knows how hard you’ve worked to assure your mind and body that you can trust her. 

But still, she knows it’s scary. That’s why you’re sitting up, leaning back against several pillows instead of lying down underneath her, so that you aren't trapped or caged. A physical reminder that you call the shots, that she’s at your mercy.

She might be one of the only alphas out there who dares to make themselves small for none other than an omega. It’s one of the many reasons why you love her; because your comfort has always mattered more to her than an ego boost, and she’s dedicated herself to proving that to you.

Now, here you are, threading your fingers through her hair, letting her take care of you during your heat for the very first time.

It hasn't been easy to get to this point. Most nights, you’ll end up needing to pause once or twice to remind your body that she’s safe, and some nights, you’ll end up needing to stop altogether when sudden panic hits you like a tidal wave. Through ragged breaths and watery eyes, you’ll apologize, and with a steady, low voice and a palm splayed across your chest, she refuses to accept.

“You didn’t do a damn thing wrong, doll,” she’d assure you. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Thank you for letting me know you were done.”

Sevika celebrates your no’s, and it means your yes’s come with that much more certainty.

It’s the certainty you feel now as she looks up to ask if you’re still feeling okay.

“I’m perfect,” you nod, threading your hand through her hair, “Keep going.”

She gives you a soft smile, pressing kisses against your inner thigh. Her plump lips mark an invisible path for her hands; with each peck that travels up your skin, her flesh hand follows close behind, until it rests in the crook between your thigh and your hip.

Her mouth hovers over your core; already wet for her, thanks to the near hour of riding her thigh she’d just made you do. She’d said to trust her, that the prolonged foreplay was "pivotal," and that she’s been around the block enough to know that.

You know it’s really because if you ride her thigh for long enough, she cums just watching.

She’s damn near about to cum again with her face inches away from your slick.

“You smell so fucking good,” she mutters; and her breath on your aching center has you bucking your hips, chasing more. “Taste so good, too… can I taste you, baby?”

You breathe out a “Yes,” but the hand pushing her head down speaks for itself.

“Easy,” she chuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I feel like I’m about to fucking explode,” you whine, eliciting a louder laugh from the woman below you. “You’re being such a tease…’

“I told you, sweetheart,”

Your eyes roll up into the back of your head because you already know what she’s going to say. They stay there when she sucks your clit into her mouth, rolls her tongue around the swollen bud, and releases it with a pop.

“Foreplay is pivotal.”

“That’s been your word lately, huh?” You tease through stuttering breath as she dives back in.

You’ve noticed this about your Sevika; that every now and again, she’ll hear a word that sticks- usually something big and fancy- and it makes its way into just about every other one of her sentences.

“I like how it sounds,” she mumbles into your heat.

“Yeah?” You exhale. “Well, I like how you sound eating my pussy, so if you could stick to that for now…”

She snorts, ever amused by the wit that prevails even as you start to fall apart on her mouth.

“Smartass,” she smirks against you.

“You love it.”

She sure does. Loves that you’ve never lost your bite; that you feel safe enough to bite. It means she’s done something right.

Her smirk turns into something softer, sweeter.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

She proves it from her place between your thighs.

She laps at your slick like it’s ambrosia, kneads at the flesh of your thighs like they’re her lifeline, praises you for taking her so well as she languidly pumps two thick fingers in and out of you.

It isn’t long before you find yourself on the edge, writhing underneath her, whimpers and tears escaping you.

The pull of your heat- the urge to submit- feels like sinking into warm waters. Your limbs are weightless and lead-heavy all at once, your mind fuzzy and your body buzzing. The peaceful waves of a vast sea pull you further in, deeper and deeper, coaxing you to let these waters take you as far as you’ll go. 

But when you realize just how far from shore you’ve gone, you feel something like a splash of cold water on your face. Suddenly, you find yourself frantically kicking up to break the surface, gasping for air, a sob clawing at your throat as you fight against the crashing waves, and-

“Y/n?”

Sevika guides you like a lighthouse back to safety with a steady, low voice and a palm splayed across your chest.

She pulls away from your center completely, her other hand anchored to your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles into it as she speaks again.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

You choke on ragged breaths, eyes darting across the room as you try your best to drop back into your body.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” she gently instructs.

You oblige, blinking away tears and letting her face come into focus.

“Good,” she coos. “Talk to me, yeah?”

You nod, chin wobbling. “I just… just got scared. Felt like I was losing control… like I was sinking.”

She hums in understanding.

“That’s normal, sweetheart,” she explains. “Your body wants to submit, especially while you’re in heat. Haven’t had that happen yet, hm?”

“I guess not,” you exhale, brushing your hair out of your face. “Kinda freaked me out.”

Your weak chuckle brings a smile to her lips.

“Makes sense. Can be scary to let go like that.” She crawls up to hover over you, trailing the hand on your chest up to cradle the back of your head as she pulls you in for a kiss.

“What’s next, my baby?” She whispers, now peppering kisses across your face. “You wanna keep going, or you wanna call it?”

You push yourself up just a bit, and she sits back on her haunches, giving you space.

“Wanna keep going,” you nod.

“You sure?” She presses. Not with uncertainty, but only to give you each and every opportunity to say no.

“I’m sure. Wanna ride you.”

Her head rears back, eyes shamelessly trailing up and down your figure as a smirk pulls up at her lips.

“Shut up,” you mutter, playfully rolling your eyes as you tug her to sit back against the pillows.

“I didn’t say shit,” she retorts, raising her hands in surrender before they find purchase on your hips as you swing a leg over her lap.

“Your ogling said it all…”

She chortles low and deep as you settle over her. She knows this is where you like to be when you’re feeling a little nervous; that being on top feels empowering, gives you the control you need to feel safe.

And as you pull the waistband of her boxers down, work your own spit over the hardened length that stands at attention between her thighs, and slide it between your swollen lower lips, she sure as hell isn’t complaining about her current position.

“You need anything else, sweetness?” She asks breathlessly, brows knit together in pleasure as she watches you glide against her length, feels your slick coating her.

“Not after all that pivotal foreplay…”

Her chuckle gives way to a gasp when you sink down onto her. She holds on tightly to your waist, you onto her shoulders, both of your fingertips digging into the other’s skin as you begin circling your hips.

“Fuck, baby,” she grits, “not gonna last long if you keep moving like that.”

“Good,” you sigh; and she groans when you lift yourself off of her length only to slam back down again. “Want you to come inside…”

Self-control is another skill Sevika has honed almost impossibly so, but it sure as hell takes a lot of it for her not to wreck you, pistoning her hips up and bringing you down to meet her every thrust. The thought itself makes her cock twitch; and when the sensation pulls an airy moan from you, she grits her teeth, throws her head back against the pillows behind her, and wonders why in Janna’s name she’s having such a hard time keeping it together this time around.

She’s not supposed to be in rut yet; not for another week.

But you look like divinity, feel like velvet, and smell like desperation.

You, in this state alone, are enough to send even the strongest alpha into an early rut.

Her cock throbs inside of you, damn near painful, and she suddenly realizes that’s exactly what’s happening.

“Baby, baby,” she suddenly pants, gripping your waist hard enough to still your movements.

The concern on her face sobers you.

“What is it?” you urge.

“No, no, nothing,” she quickly assures, though her brows are still pulled together. “I just… I don’t wanna get carried away. Think my…”

Sevika doesn’t blush. Instead, the tips of her ears get hot, and when you push soft, black hair behind one, you feel it.

Embarrassment, warm and undeniable.

“Think my rut started early,” she resigns, eyes landing everywhere but on you.

“Oh,” you exhale in relief, having thought something was wrong.

And then, you mull over what this means. You know how a rut works; know it usually ends in a knot, and that the last time you took one of those was the last time you let an alpha get within 10 feet of you before meeting Sevika.

But then you met Sevika.

And she’s everything he wasn’t. The antithesis of your mother’s warnings.

This is your Sevika. Who you love. Who you trust.

“Can we keep going?” You finally ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes finally shoot up to land on you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if I can keep myself from-”

“I know. I’m okay with that. I want it.”

She isn’t quick enough to school her surprised expression, earning a giggle from you.

“You’re sure?”

You lean down to place a kiss on her nose. She hisses when the movement causes her to shift inside of you.

“I’m sure,” you nod; and then, you lean in to whisper against a warm ear,

“Want your knot, please.”

She nearly growls when you resume your movements, rocking your hips back and forth, taking as much of her as you can. You’re a whimpering mess just a few minutes later, eagerly riding the length in between her legs.

“Holy mother of Janna,” she husks, trying her best to keep her hips in place, “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You start mumbling something… an indiscernible whine at first, but when she's finally able to make it out, her resolve shatters like glass.

“Give it to me,” you babble. “Give it to me, please… please, Sevika; fuck me, fuck me, fuck m-”

You yelp as she bends her knees, plants her heels into the mattress, and fucks into you like there’s no gods damned tomorrow.

There might not be. Like she said: you’re gonna be the death of her.

“How’s that, my baby?” She rasps.

You nod frantically against her shoulder, limp in her arms, a myriad of yes’s spilling from your lips.

“Look at that,” she croons, “taking me so fucking well.”

One arm wraps around your waist. The other sneaks beneath your pajama shirt, trailing up with an open palm and eventually settling around the back of your neck with a firm grip.

“Take it,” she grits. “Take me, take me, take me."

You bite down on her shoulder as the coil in your belly tightens. You’re so close, hand shooting down to rub tight circles on your slick-covered clit, drooling all over her.

“There we go,” she drawls. “Good job, baby, touching yourself for me. You gonna come for me, too?

She throws her head back again, sucking air in through her teeth, doing everything she can to hold off on giving you her knot until you’ve ridden out your own release. She nearly loses control, hips stuttering when she feels your walls constrict around her.

A choked moan escapes you, waves of pleasure rocking through you, body twitching against her own. You come back down with shallow gasps, and she runs her hand up and down your back, speaking as tenderly as she touches you.

“Easy,” she coos, “Easy, doll. Deep breaths for me, yeah?”

A request that’s entirely hypocritical, considering her own labored breathing.

You oblige anyway, burying your face further in the crook of her neck and breathing in the smell of home before letting your body go limp on exhale.

You reach up to run your fingers through her hair.

“I’m okay,” you exhale again. “Let go, baby. I’m okay.”

“You sure? I can pull out. 'S not too late.”

You rock your hips against the length still sheathed within you, encouraging her knot.

“I trust you, Sev.”

She comes with a whimper.

Your eyes widen when you feel the stretch of her knot inside of you. She feels you tense and gives your hips a reassuring squeeze, placing kiss after kiss against your hairline.

“Relax, baby. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Her thumbs rub circles into your skin, yielding only when her knot finally stops swelling a few minutes later.

“How you feelin’, doll?” She purrs

A contented sigh escapes you. “Good,” you croak. “Really good."

You miss the bright grin that breaks out on her face from your place on her shoulder

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod against her. “I like it.”

“Good, baby.” She can’t hide the excitement lacing her words. “Good… I’m glad.”

You hum, lips quirking up into a smile. You’re so relaxed that it’s all you can amass.

And when her knot goes down nearly half an hour later, she finds that you’ve fallen asleep.

Her heart wrenches. Sevika’s the first to know that sleep doesn’t come easily unless you feel safe.

She doesn’t dare wake you; just cradles your head with one hand and traces mindless patterns on your back with the other, reveling in the honor of being your safe place.

And, once more, you have no idea that even after all her years of selfless devotion to others, she's never been more honored to be something for someone else. 

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[jules2kewl]

fantasy lesbians. enjoy

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[jules2kewl]

this might sound weird but like imagine rockstar!sevika x siren!reader where sev invites u to sing for one of her concerts…and all the men die… just a thought

[jules2kewl]

Girl, so confusing.

You guessed it, based off the song: girl, so confusing by charli xcx, ft lorde.

Tags: producer reader/sevika, sevika and reader are best friends, unspoken tension, hurt comfort, jinx and vi are musicians, you all collab on a song.

Note: guys I actually spent sm time on this. This song is my favorite so why not combine my two favorite things? I feel like I could’ve done better. Might do a part 2.



Word count: 10321

You and sevika. Polar opposites. It’s always a surprise to people when they find out you’re both best friends. You were loud, weird, into philosophy stuff, deep shit. Like a stoner rambling about the universe shit. You put yourself out there, but not for the attention. It natural because your voice was loud, your style was eye catching. You were expressive. In every way possible.

Sevika, she was quiet. Sort of closed off. Just always.. sitting and quiet. And somehow she liked partying. Mostly just for drinking.. well all for the drinking. Actually, half the drinking. Once she loosened up, she was great at cracking jokes and making bets, playing games and flirting.

But you were both best friends. The best friends ever. You were sevikas first really close friend. She was terrified, but since high school was starting. She’d thought she give it a try. And damn did you both kick it off. Watching the same movies, reading the same books, recommending eachother music, sharing playlists and the most important one?

Making music together. It was mostly instrumentals, you both layered instruments over each other. And you both loved doing it. It was your ultimate way of bonding. Sometimes you’d both do purposely bad singing on it. And sometimes you’d write genuine lyrics. And she’d always encourage you to sing, but you never really did.

You both adored i, almost like lovers. And maybe you did like her. Maybe she liked you. Maybe you’ve kissed on multiple occasions, but that didn’t fucking matter. You were both best friends, finishing high school together and you’d both get into college together.

But shit, was it humbling.

You didn’t expect her to have the same form as you. Realistically, it didn’t happen. She had a group of punks as her dorm mates. And surprisingly, she became friends with them quickly.

You were happy as hell for her. Hyped even. She barely had friends and would you look at her, hanging around a bunch of cool punks. Smoking and drinking with them. Cool? Whatever. She was happy.

The first semester, you both tried to keep up as much with eachother as possible, having study sessions, cafe breaks, library visits. It was great. She’d tell you about her friends. And you’d tell her about your classes, since you didn’t really have friends yet. But it was going good so far. Better than you expected.

The second semester, there was a couple slips. Sevika sometimes asked if it was okay to cancel plans, because she wanted to spend a little more time with her friends.

At first, you didn’t mind at all. It was her friends! She was starting this new journey. And that didn’t mean it would be like this all the time. Just that she is experimenting and exploring. Just like you’d hope for her. But it made you feel left out. The way she’d talk about her friends like they were way cooler than you. You knew you weren’t cool, but she was sorta twisting the knife. You wouldn’t tell her, of course. It felt childish to do so. To ask all jealous of her new friends.

But watching her stories over and over, the posts on her account she barely posted, all dedicated to the time she had with her new friends. You grew jealous. What about you to? She would never post you. Not even once. Not even repost your stories you’ve tagged her in. Damn. Now that was starting to get to you. What was she thinking? That she was better without you with her new friends? And oh gosh did it drive you to oblivion to how she felt.

Being so caught up in how you felt, you almost forgot about how she must’ve felt. How being at war with other yourself made you isolate.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved her new friends. She actually allowed herself to loosen up and not be so cold or whatever. But damn did she miss you. She was never the type to approach someone, or text first. The thought of that actually made her nervous. And well, with you she’d usually be able to do that, but since you barely texted her first it made her think she was doing something wrong. Or maybe you were busy. Or maybe you just didn’t want to talk with her. Whatever it was, it made her feel guilty. And she’d try to set up plans, but you always cancelled.

Maybe you hated her. And because of that , maybe she’d hate you. You were both at an awkward state. What was going on?

—

5 years later. Hooray.

You and sevika went your separate paths, not speaking a word since.

But you were both music producers. And secretly, at each others necks. Trying to collab with every artist as possible, trying to get achievements, doing anything to one up each others. And damn was it tiring.

A popular artist reached out to you, asking for an instrumental.

“I just had— a grand fucking idea,”

She spins the chair. Her blue long braids shining.

“What is that?”

You were leaned back in your seat, doodling on a lyric book.

“Okay okay, so you know how this audio thingy is gonna be for a collab with another artist?”

“Uhuh..”

“What if we got you to collab with another producer on this song? 2 for 2.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Like.. how would that work?”

“I dunno… you both make an instrumental together or something.”

“Okay.. I guess that’s kind of a good idea. With who?”

“Well the gal my manager wants me to collab with, works a producer that’s pretty popular too.. what’s her name? Sevi? Sevika? I dunno. She’s my pal tho.”

You freeze. Sevika?

“Uh, I dunno.. about the whole producers collab. It’s just gonna be a three minute song— we don’t need that much—“

She lets out an exaggerated groan.

“Come ON! Has that ever been attempted in the history of ever? It’ll be cool.”

“Okay.. I guess. Just discuss it with her or something…”

“Great! Bye!”

She runs off. You pinch the skin between your eyebrows. Damn.

And there you were, in the same room with her.

“She kind of wants it to be like.. club.. or whatever.”

You mutter.

“Can you speak louder?”

Sevika asks; an underlying tone of annoyance.

“Okay! she wants it to be kind of club theme. Something that’d be played in a club. Like pop. Or something.”

“Okay..”

You both sit there. She made her part, you made yours. You both overlay it, and play it without eachothers.

“It’s good.”

You tried not to sound excited, this was so good.

“Yeah..” she adds.

You both sit in silence.

This was so confusing.

Going home, you wanted to write down how you felt. All in your journal.

And sevika did the same. She wrote lyrics. And she was rusty, but she made it. She called up jinx.

“Hey,”

“Helloooo leftie. What’s up?”

“I need you to come to the studio.”

“You need me too? You’re not my producer tho.”

She teases.

“I need you to sing some lyrics.”

“Lyrics? Girl I write my own lyrics. Not yours.”

“Be there in 15.”

Click.

And jinx listened. She had nothing better to do.

She reads over the lyrics.

“Is this targeted?” She raises an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Cmon! Tell me. I’m no snitch.”

She brings her fingers to do a zipping motion to her lips. Sevika rolls her eyes.

“You sweat to god you won’t say a word.”

“I don’t believe in him.. but yeah.”

“You know.. your producer. We used to be friends.”

“Holy shit! No wonder you guys were EYE fucking eachother—“

“Shut up! Let me talk.”

Sevika sighs.

“We were friends in high school. I don’t know what happened once we reached college, she stopped texting me. And we stopped talking from there.”

Jinx stares at sevika.

“That’s it? No spicy drama? Just stopped texting?”

Sevika rolled her eyes.

“Maybe it was something more. I’m not sure. But it’s been years. And it doesn’t matter.”

“Well of course it matters, if you’re writing these lyrics..”

She leans her head down to the page.

“I don’t know if you like me? Sometimes I think you might hate Me? Friend. This is .. unspoken tension. You need to talk to her. You’re both adults. That shit happened when you were 19. Grow up sevi.”

She advised. Maybe jinx was right.

“Hell, for a club girl like you, you actually have some good advice.”

“Duh, friends come left and right. But maybe you guys just suck at talking. Anyways, I’m off. 7/11 is giving out free slush’s.”

“But the lyrics—“

The door slams.

And just like that, sevika picked up her phone. Scrolling to your contact name.

She was right.

—

When you wake up, your phone had one voice mail. Voice mail?

You click on it, and listen.

“Hey.. it’s uh.. it’s sevika.”

Your heart drops. You pause it immediately.

Sevika? Why did she suddenly want to talk..?

You unpause it.

“I really wanted to talk. It’s been a while. You were my best friend yknow? First person I opened up to. Well.. I know I’ve told you that a lot. But it’s true..”

Long pause. You can hear her air conditioning in the background.

“I wanted to talk to you. To tell you how I’ve been feeling. If you care.. I feel like we fell off during college… and I just wanted to talk about that. I’ll explain why I didn’t text as much.. secretly, I fucking wanted you to text me first. I’m sorry I never texted you first uh.. that was sort of selfish of me. I really missed you. I swear I did. And I still do… uh. Jinx did her part. It would be cool if you came up with your own. I wrote her lyrics… hope to talk to you. Maybe work on a remix. Bye.”

You sit in silence. Your eyes wide. Holy shit. And now? You instantly regretted everything. You were so caught up in yourself, that you fucking forgot about how she felt.

You instantly texted her.

“Hey. I listened to your voicemail. I really appreciated that. I forgive you. Let’s meet at the studio with jinx and vi.”

She reads it.

“Thank you.”

…

“See you in 15.”

And that’s exactly what happened. You gave vi the lyrics. Her and jinx were still confused on why you guys wouldn’t just sing.

“Why don’t you guys just—“

“No.” You and sevika say in sync.

“Jesus. Fine. If anything this might as well be your song.”

Jinx rolls her eyes.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Sevika read over your lyrics. Her eyes watering slightly.

“I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You look down. She shakes her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask…”

She holds your hand. And you hold hers.

“You know I’m a ride or die for you. You’re my fucking soulmate.”

“I know.”

She looks down.

“Look at me.”

And she does.

—

When the song is released, the internet goes crazy. It was so popular. And it was your best work yet.

And you were so proud.

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Punk meets weird.

Hobie brown fanfic.

Tags: inspired by dinner in America, reader has mental disorders, hobie x reader, female reader, chubby reader, poc friendly, shy reader.

Word count: 4197

Note: first hobie fanfic. Hope you guys like it.!

Your whole life, you were different. And you’ve probably heard that from a bunch of people, I mean it was the only word to describe you.

But you weren’t a cool different. An outstanding different, the type of difference that punks, emos and goths embraced that made them so cool, the type of different that got your favorite musicians had that got them to their fame, your favorite writers that made their work stick out.

You were just different, the different that was painful, the different that got you bullied, and got you prescribed on pills, and got you in trouble.

You’re 20. And you felt like a teenager. You worked at a pet store, helping costumers with fishes. Scooping the fish up with nets, and putting them in little baggies.

You loved the job, just it didn’t help feed your mouth and keep a roof over your head. And because of your disabilities, hiring managers always doubting your ability in a working space.

You sit in the torn up leather seat, waiting for more costumers. The store was always empty.

Finally, it was your break. You eat your soggy sandwich, outside the store. Sitting on the concrete. Your glutes hurt.

Then you saw him.

Tall, dark skinny punk.

He was smoking something. So it reeked of weed. Really bad. You tried to scoot back to make yourself— smaller, less noticeable.

He glances at you, then away. He starts talking to someone on the phone.

Is he speaking French? Cool..

You start staring.

Searching over his outfit.

He wore thick dark jeans, patches covering the denim rips. His leather jacket heavy on his tall skinny frame. Covered in pins with symbols you didn’t even understand.

He glances at you and raises a pierced eyebrow. Forcing your eyes to rip away.

He starts talking strongly into the phone again.

When your break finishes, you go back into the store. Staring at the beta fishes in the tiny containers. You almost cried, feeling empathetic for the little fishes.

Then you hear heavy thuds to the tiled floor.

You look back and he’s there. Staring at everything. Picking at the small snacks at the cashier section.

“Nah this fish store was the closest I could find, but hey, they’ve got those lil colored balls.. skittles. Yeh. I’ll get you the sour ones? Kay. Yeah whatever.”

He picks them out, he looks around before smuggling them into his leather jacket. You just watch. He glances at you and winks before walking out.

Damnit.

—

That night.

You sit at the table with your mother.

“How was work?”

“It was okay.”

You pick at your food. You were starving but you should

Probably calm down on the carbs or something. You ate a lot today.

When you get home, you start jamming out to your favorite band. They were underground, by choice. The cops hated them. They ran riots and protests. But you? You loved them. Adored them. You were enamored by them.

“Turn the music down!”

Your mother complains. You huff. Turning it down.

Their coming up gig was next Friday. Which was a while away. But you were so fucking hyped. You even tried saving up for a good outfit. This is the first time you’ve been excited for something.

You loved their guitarist. He was more than a guitarist. He was fucking art.

You’ve seen his tattoos and smelled him at one of his concerts. He wore a red mask with spikes on it. Which kinda looked like a spiderman mask. But you couldn’t tell because it looked like a failed attempt.

You’ve seen his art on run down buildings, turning something ugly to beautiful. You loved this guy. And fantasized about him showing his face to you one day. Letting his guard down. Maybe crying in your arms.

But that would never Ever be possible.

So you just fantasized.

—

You went through work, staring at the fishes. He comes in again and snuggles some gum in his pocket.

You would speak up this time.

Do it..

“Uhm.. are you stealing?”

He looks up.

“Yeah?” He smirks.

“You.. you can’t do that.”

“Why not luv? You the manager?”

“No—“

“Then you shouldn’t care eh? Don’t get paid enough to care for this shit.”

You almost agreed.

“Put it back..”

You try demanding, but it came out weak.

“Or what baby?”

He simply walks out. Damn. You were bad at this. You sit back down. Humbled.

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Sevika helps you relax.

College au.

Tags: sevika x reader, smut with no plot, face r!ding, oral s!x, strap riding, praising, ass spanking, overstimulation, piss kink, reader and sevika are in college.

Note: I don’t know if I’m good at writing smut but I honestly just wanted to write so.. hopefully it’s not bad.

You lay on your bed, staring at the eye straining bright laptop. The questions had you stuck. You were supposed to write an essay about a piece of literature you were given by your professor. It was a pain in the ass, mostly because you barely understood half the sophisticated vocabulary you read, leaving you feeling like you were illiterate.

She walks into the room, her wired earbuds connected to your cd player. She puts down a bowl of chips next to you.

“Ugh I can’t right now, my fingers will get greasy.”

You push the bowl away. She plops onto the bed. Forcing a creak out of the frame. She gets on top of you, forcing air out of you.

“Sevi! Get off. I’m getting crushed—“ you squeal. She laughs and rolls off you.

“Jesus. What do you want?”

She squeezes your ass.

“I’m working sevi, this is important.” She rolls her eyes.

���Take a damn break. C’mere.”

She pulls you close by your ankle.

“Sevi! Let go!”

She pulls you up into your arms. You can’t help but smile as she pulls you into a kiss.

“Sevi.. can’t..” you whisper between kisses.

“Shut up,” her kisses become bruising. You cry softly as she yanks off your pajama pants. She lays down and effortlessly places you on her face. You moan softly, bucking your hips at the feeling of her nose against your little bud.

“Ugh.. sevi..” you whine, not able to resist or say no. She licks your cunt through the thin cotton.

She yanks it aside. Pressing her face into your pussy. You moan. She starts lapping away.

“Oh fuck, sevi.” You ride her face. Sliding all over her tongue, your cunt becoming slick with her salvia and your own fluid. You cry loudly as you ride with need, a burn in your thighs as you use your muscles to ride. She groans against your cunt, sucking and slurping. Obscene noises being made from the both of you.

You arch your back.

“Sevi! Sevi yes!”

You basically scream, squeezing your thighs around her head and suffocating her as you reach for your climax. She knows this, starting to spank your ass.

“Oh sevi!” You moan loudly, coming on her face. She groans against. Licking up your arousal.

You get off her face, her features glistening with your release.

“I gotta get back sevi..”

You crawl to your laptop, but she spanks your ass and it stings.

“Ow! What the hell?!”

“Come back baby, I’m not finished with you.”

She reaches under the bed. Oh gosh you knew what that meant. She takes out a box, taking out the strap and vibrator.

“Sevika please… I don’t think I can…”

You whisper.

“Yes you can baby. Come here.”

You spread your legs. She’s between them. She turns on the vibrator to a soft setting, pressing it to your clit. You cry softly.

“There’s my girl.. there you go…”

You’re so quick to finishing. Once she sees you tense up, she pulls away.

“What was that, hm?”

She’s evil.

“Sevi please.. I wanna.. I wanna..” you buck your hips. She presses them down.

“Beg me baby,”

Ugh.

You take a deep breath. “Sevi please.. i want you so bad.. I wanna finish..”

You babble, tears evident in the corner of your eyes. She smiles and presses the vibrator back. You throw your head back, your clit throbbing. And once you’re close, she pulls away again. And she does this, again and again.

“Sevi please!” You cry. “Please I want it mommy..”

You beg. She smiles.

“What was that?”

“I want it mommy.. please..”

You crack your legs wider. She’s slides two digits inside of you. You moan loudly. Already on the verge of finishing.

“Mommy..” you moan; looking up at her with teary red eyes.

She pulls away and suddenly thrusts inside you, you cry loudly as she pounds you into the Matress.

“Sevi I can’t! Please I can’t!”

You scream.

“I thought you wanted this huh?” She slaps your thigh. You cry softly as she suddenly stops and tosses you onto your tummy. You raise your ass eagerly. She slides the head up against your folds, teasing the hole. You try sliding back onto her cock, but she slaps your ass.

“Mommy please..”

You beg.

“You asked for it.”

Suddenly she’s nailing you down, you’re moaning and crying like crazy. Everytime you try hiding your face, she grabs your throat and forces you to look at her.

Then she adds the vibrator. You come easily. But she doesn’t stop.

“Sevi I can’t! Please mommy!”

You scream.

“What? You were just begging for this sweetheart, you’re going to take this.” She emphasizes with hard thrusts. You moan loudly. You’re making noises you wouldn’t even consider moans. You’re a mess. You orgasm again and again, your pussy becoming puffy and swollen.

“Mommy please.. I can’t mommy..”

“One more baby, one more,”

“I’m gonna pee mommy..”

“Yeah? Gonna pee while you’re all filled up with me?”

She spanks you again.

“Mommy I’m— I’m peeing,”

You moan softly, piss trickling from your cunt. She slams all the way in.

“Fuck you’re dirty as shit. Look at my good girl, peeing on her mommy’s cock.”

She kisses you deeply.

“Mmmh.. was I good mommy..?”

“Yeah you were..”

Uhmmm that was it guys. Sorry if this is lwk buns. First time posting smut kinda nervous!

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after some soul searching (masturbating) I have found that everything will be okay

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vi arcane would be a hey mamas lesbian

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A different path.

COWBOY SEVIKA AU.

Tags: sevika works in a ranch, reader is married, artist reader, sevika and reader are neighbors, eventual smut, sevika cowboy au, chubby reader, sevika x female reader.

Word count: 5k.

Part: 3/?

Note: love making happens in here

You’re 3 months into the pregnancy. You felt like absolute shit. It took a huge toll on you. From being extremely hungry, to not being able to bear the food you ate, vomiting each meal. You felt huge even though the baby bump wasn’t exactly evident.

You stayed over at sevikas house. Having sleepovers. Your husband worked even more late. And you felt like you had a feeling of that it was. Maybe he was cheating on you. You didn’t know. But you wouldn’t be surprised, and frankly, you didn’t give a fuck.

You were numb. Emotionally.

But she took care of you. She bathed you after you threw up everywhere. She helped you through pain and massaged your feet. She was so good to you, and all you did was become a burden to her.

You were in the tub, your head lolled to the side, while she washed your stomach and breasts with a rag.

“You doin’ okay?”

She puts her palm to your forehead. You nod weakly.

“Just.. don’t.. wanna be pregnant.”

You manage to mutter. She nods, as if she completely understood.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

After, you lie in bed. Smothered in coconut oil. You look around the guest bedroom, small little paintings and thick blankets.

“Sevika?”

She was folding your cleaned clothes.

“Yes sweetie?”

You stare at the celling.

“I wanna paint.”

“Okay, you can paint in a bit. Let me get your clothes.”

—

You paint sevika on a horse. Putting down flat colors, but her face rendered. You smile. It’s the best work you’ve made.

She preps dough, her rough hands kneading. You find your thighs pressed together.

“What’re you making?”

“Sourdough bread. For sandwiches.”

“Cool.”

You hug her from behind. Smiling.

When you show her the painting, she smiles gently. And quickly covers her face with her organic hand.

“Sevika?”

Your smile fades, was she laughing or something?

No. She’s crying.

“That’s my girl, no?”

She points at the horse.

“Yeah. Valery . I thought I’d paint her again.”

“How much?”

She reaches for her coffee table, where her leather wallet was placed.

“What? I painted it.”

“For me, no? Let me pay.”

“Sevika, it’s a gift.”

You smile. She smiles back and hugs you.

“My girl.”

Oh god.

—

6 months. You’re wrecked. He’s barely home. As if you never married anyone in the first place.

She’s working too, so you just hung at her place most of the time. You found yourself pondering, finding comfort into her smell. Her clothes. Sleeping in her bed. Thinking about her a lot. You felt like a young girl having a stupid crush on someone. And you had a husband.

A baby.

You rest your hand on your stomach. Pondering even more. When she comes home, you both cuddle because you asked. And she immediately deliver. Without questions. Without any weird looks. Just.. cuddling.

You play with her hands.

“Sevika?”

“Yeah?”

You lean into her.

“When was the last time you dated someone?”

She pauses. Thinking.

“Maybe 5 years ago. Around the time I lost my arm.”

You look up at her.

“Why?”

She goes quiet. Letting her head fall back onto the pillow.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

“No, it’s okay. I just didn’t expect that question yknow. No one has really.. asked about me like you have.”

She pauses again.

“I wasn’t .. giving enough. For her. The felt slightly neglected. And well.. I was still grieving things. My arm. My horse. I know it was stupid, but ..”

Her voice trails off.

“I don’t think it’s stupid. She seems to mean a lot to you.”

You push some of her hair back. You both stare into eachothers eyes. Your lips part.

You kiss her. Deeply. Sighing into her. She didn’t kiss you back at first, just holding you. But kissing you back. You both kiss for a hot minute. You pull away.

“No…”

“Okay. We won’t do it.”

But you whine. Kissing her again. She rubs your thighs.

“You sure?”

She asks for your approval, you nod eagerly. Kissing her again. You both continue kissing. You squeeze your thighs together. You know you should pull away, you should stop- but fuck if. Your husband wasn’t giving you even half the attention, half the love, half of anything sevika gave you. The minute you met her, you felt a sudden relief that let your shoulders hanging off their sockets. She was perfect. You needed her. You needed this.

She doesn’t put her hands anywhere, so you encourage it. Bringing her hands to your tender breasts. She gives them a gentle squeeze. You moan softly.

“Sevika,” you moan. Kissing her jaw. She groans softly.

“Oh sweetie.”

“I want you,”

You whisper against her throat. She pulls away.

“What?”

“Sevika cmon. I know you want me. This..”

You bring her hand to your heated crotch. Her jaw clenches.

“But the baby..”

“What about the baby? Baby’s up here.. I’m down here.”

She gives your pussy a little squeeze.

“Honey, tell me something.”

“Yes?” You whisper.

“This won’t be a one time thing.”

“I hope it’s not a one time thing..”

You whine, she smirks. But it drops slightly.

“Do you really want to do this?”

“I need to. Please sevika. I’m in love with you.”

You finally confess. She drags her fingers down your stomach. Kissing your breasts gently, you moan softly. Arching into her.

“Sevi, please.”

“I want to take my time baby. I’m not going to have a quick fuck with the woman I love. I want to make love.”

You nod. That sounded amazing. Making love.

Eventually, you end up stripped.

“There’s my beautiful girl.”

She kisses everywhere, your stretch marks. Your breasts. Your untamed bush.

“You’re gorgeous baby.”

You close your eyes. In pure bliss.

She goes down, starting to delve her tongue between your lips. Encouraging your folds apart. You moan. Putting your fingers in her hair.

“Sevi,”

You moan. She starts lapping you out. You moan louder. After a while, she starts sucking your clit. You moan loudly.

“Sevi!” You basically scream. You cum right on the spot. She gives gentle licks to your clit, riding your orgasm out.

“That’s my girl.”

You both lie together, kissing gently.

“I love you,”

You whisper against her dark lips.

“I love you too.”

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i need to bury my face in sevika's bush woah who said that

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Mommy

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