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JACK OFF ALL TRADES - BLUE COLLAR SEVIKA X READER ✦

tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, amab/mtf trans sevika, sevika has a cock, blue collar sevika , modern au , lots of consent talk, idk nothing too extreme tbh you just bang sevika what else is new , oral (s!recieving), vaginal sex , lots of degrading praise , porn w plot , slight loser ! reader , so much dirty talk , feminine pet names and afab anatomical terms ( clit , pussy ) for reader . lesbian yearning that turns into lesbian sex

summary: sevika seems to be able to fix all your problems. your plumbing, your hvac, your electricity. she can even fix the fact that you need to get laid !

wc: 6.6k

a/n: original title was 'laying pipe' until it got much bigger than just plumbing so now its a pun . hehe . blue collar sevika save me

---------- this work is 18 + nsfw ! minors please do not interact :) ----------

if you could go back in time and throttle your younger self for choosing this building to live in, you would.

when you finally had the opportunity and finances to move out of home, you jumped at the opportunity. your own decorations and space, your own little corner of the world. in your eagerness to have a place of your own, you made a hasty decision and locked yourself into a lease without picking up on the warning signs.

the little one bedroom one bathroom affair that you were renting was dingy, but that’s normal at this price point! the paint is peeling and is definitely a little water damaged and things smell a bit funky, but this was a starter apartment! and that website that you can rate landlords on has given this guy one star, but surely it’s all exaggeration.

it was in fact not an exaggeration in the slightest. 

because every time something went wrong, your fuckass landlord just refused to do his job. you’ve actually gotten pretty handy, learning to do little things like check your breaker box and patching holes in the walls and fixing the water pressure of your shower.

‘but i can’t fix this’ you think to yourself as your toilet pipe breaks and starts gushing water. all over your bathroom floor, and onto your brand new ducky printed bathmat. you just look at it for a minute, because what exactly are you supposed to do?

this wasn’t your first plumbing issue. last time, a plumber had come out and told you and your landlord that the pipes were extremely old and failing, and he’d have to pay a pretty penny to get new ones laid soon.

your landlord had heard the word ‘soon’, understood that he didn’t have to do it immediately, and therefore just didn’t ever get it done. you got the leaky pipe patched, but it was only a matter of time until it wasn’t enough.

today was that day.

you take a few seconds more to mourn your poor bathmat, before hurling your oldest grossest towels onto your bathroom floor to start soaking up the mess, and dial your landlord’s number.

“hey there-” “dude, my pipe burst for real this time. can you please- “i’m on vacation. leave me a voicemail and i’ll organise stuff when i can.”

the tone beeps, and you leave a recording of just a heavy sigh. of course he's gone.

you decide the best course of action is to call a plumber yourself. you can afford it, and you’d just get your landlord to reimburse you. tenant rights and all. 

you google ‘plumbers in my area’ and click the first one you see. you find the number, call it, and get through surprisingly quickly.

“you’ve reached zaun’s choice plumbing and pipes. how can i help you today?”

the voice on the line is deep, a little raspy, your best guess is a woman who smokes. it’s pleasant, a little gritty, serious. you’re a little too entranced to answer.

“hello?” “sorry! hi, yeah, um. my pipe just burst? i was supposed to have new ones put in but my landlord never organised it and now he’s on vacation and there’s water everywhere and my cute new bathmat is ruined.”

all the words leave you in a rush, and you realise just how stressed the situation has made you. the voice on the line chuckles, not mean, but she’s definitely amused.

“plumbing emergency then. sorry ‘bout your bathmat, ma’am. you’re in luck though, we have a plumber free to come out right now. what’s the address?”

you tell her your name, though she didn’t ask, and give her the address for the building and your apartment number. you can hear a hum of acknowledgement, and maybe the sound of pen on paper as she writes it down. 

“okay, ma’am. someone will be there in twenty minutes.” “thank you so much!”

you spend the next twenty minutes trying to clean your bathroom to be presentable, which proves to be an impossible task when there’s water still actively flowing and things don’t smell awesome. you retreat to the living room to wait for the plumber. 

when the knock comes, and you open the door, you nearly forget all about the stupid toilet.

the plumber is drop dead stunning. you’re staring but you can’t even help yourself. she’s taller than you by more than half a foot, she’s built like a tank, and she’s currently looking at you with a slightly amused expression that’s unbelievably attractive. she says your name and you nod.

“hey. i’m sevika. we spoke on the phone. i’m gonna be taking care of you today.”

gods, taking care of you? you’ve definitely seen porn that starts with this sort of plot, and suddenly, you get it. 

the mental image of sevika foregoing fixing your toilet and plumbing something else takes over your brain and totally fries it when you try to be as normal as possible in response.

“it’s nice to meet you! i’m so glad you're here. i really need to have some pipe laid as soon as possible.”

did you really just say that? the way sevika cocks her brow clues you into the fact that she’s thinking the exact same thing, but she just smiles. she’s got a tooth gap in her front teeth that makes you want to faint.

“well. lucky for you, i’m an expert in laying pipe.”

she’s teasing you. it’s like she can smell your fear.

your fear of seeming like a complete dork in front of the hot plumber that is.

you ogle for a few more seconds. take stock of sevika’s biceps that strain against her uniform jacket, the various scars on her hands that speak to damage on the job, how soft her hair looks in comparison to the rest of her, tied up in a ponytail with a few strands framing her face. that little labret piercing, silver stud just under her full bottom lip.

and then you decide to be normal for real, stepping aside and letting sevika in. she’s carrying this bulky bag of tools and equipment and god knows what else that she carries with an ease that makes you feel a little funny. you show her to your bathroom, and she lets out a low whistle.

“you weren’t kidding about the emergency.”

sevika’s all business. gets to work assessing things right away. doesn’t care that her boots are stepping in toilet water. she quotes you an initial number that makes your eyes widen, but you have the savings. all you had to do was wait for the landlord to come back and it would be like it was never even spent.

you feel like a creep watching sevika work, no matter how much you want to stare. you relegate yourself back to your living room. you try to read a book, but unfortunately what was in reach was a smutty little number that only made the shameful heat in your tummy burn hotter. 

scrolling tiktok endlessly seemed like a better option, and a few hours pass before you’re even aware of it. you’re broken out of your stupor by heavy footfalls, and turn to watch sevika enter the room.

it’s not even fair at this point. sevika’s taken the jacket off and tied it around her waist, giving you a phenomenal view of her arms, fully on display because of her wife pleaser tank top. both her arms are covered in dark sleeve tattoos, intricate pieces of flowers and waves and animals and faces that surely cost her thousands. there’s a rather large nautical star on her wrist as part of one of the sleeves, and you can’t tell if it’s the design or a purposeful nod to her sexuality.

your dilemma about sevika’s potential sexuality and your resulting chances of pulling her isn’t helped at all by the carabiner on her belt that you hadn’t noticed before. is it a work thing, or is it an invitation? you have no clue. you tune back in and realise sevika had been explaining the issue to you.

“...pipes were way too old to be safe. it’s lucky that they only burst like this and had relatively minimal flooding. i’ve fitted in some brand new pipes, toilet’s working just fine again. sorry about the bathmat though, pretty sure that’s a casualty.”

you thank her profusely for fixing your emergency, and offer her water or a snack. anything to get her to stay longer.

sevika ends up asking for water, and you’re treated to watching her down the glass, adam’s apple bobbing, head tilted back, a drop running down the corner of her lip. good lord.

she hands you the glass back with a grateful smile, and is all business again in an instant.

“so, about the final costs. your total is a little higher, i didn’t realise how much piping needed dire replacement.”

the new total nearly makes you freak out, but you put on a tight smile and nod instead, voice a touch higher.

“yeah, i understand why it costs more!”

sevika seems to notice your sudden change in demeanour, and folds her arms over her chest, appraising you with an almost sympathetic look.

“if you want, we can work out an alternative payment.”

wasn’t that the line all the pornos used? you almost laugh at how corny it is. 

“like what?”

you ask with bated breath. you’re hopeful, but you’re not even sure what for.

“like a pay in four or something. some sort of plan if you can’t afford it all at once.”

you deflate. and then catch yourself. why were you disappointed? you weren’t normally such a deviant, why was this woman getting to you so much? you shake your head at sevika’s offer.

“no, no, it’s okay. i’ll get the landlord to reimburse me.” “suit yourself. the invoice will be mailed to you physically and via email. have a good day, ma'am.” “you too!”

you wave sevika out. the second the door shuts, you shove your face into your hands and let out a loud groan. as lovely as sevika is to look at and listen to, you think you'd combust if you were in the same space as her for any more time.

the rest of your afternoon is spent drying the tiles of your bathroom, mournfully disposing of your poor towels and ducky bathmat, and telling every friend who'll listen about the plumber who was definitely hitting on you a little bit maybe.

your toilet never had another issue. you got your money back from the landlord after quoting tenants rights at him, and really the only negative was that you have no more excuses to call the plumber back

it's a few months before you see sevika again.

it's summer now, and the world has warmed up beyond the point of being comfortable. you're uncomfortable, sticky with sweat, and no matter how little clothing you wear, humidity clings to you like a second skin.

luckily, you have an air conditioner! 

unluckily, when you turn it on, the air that comes out isn't very cold!

upon a few hours of investigation, you find that the issue isn't anything you can fix. the inside of your air conditioner has formed a thick layer of ice that's blocking most of the air from ever coming out. when it starts making grinding noises and chunks of ice begin falling out, you call the landlord. 

he does his job , shockingly, and you get an entry notice for an air conditioner technician within a few days. your repair date can't come soon enough. your little apartment has terrible insulation and you've resorted to putting ice packs on your neck and wrists to cool your blood for any relief.

the scheduled date and time roll around, and you get an extremely pleasant surprise when you answer the knock at your door.

sevika stands there, the same slightly amused look on her face, in a nearly identical uniform and holding a nearly identical bag of equipment. you could cry and thank whatever universal force put her back on your doorstep.

“you're here for the air conditioner?” “yes ma'am.” “i thought you were a plumber.” “‘s not that weird to have multiple jobs. you gonna let me in?”

you step aside, and sevika is just so broad that she brushes against you when she walks in. you show her to your problematic air conditioner, talking her ear off as she opens it up.

“it's making ice? somehow? google says that coolant might be leaking, and i cleaned all the filters and stuff so it's definitely not a me problem. i guess there's just something wrong with it internally that i can't see.”

that all could have been maybe one sentence. you curse your chronic dorkitis yet again. sevika, the merciful being that she is, either doesn't notice or doesn't care about your yap sesh.

“don't worry, ma'am. i know my way around the insides.”

sevika says, giving you a look over her shoulder as she pats the air conditioner. you blink at her, trying to process her words and tone of voice. did she sound slightly flirtier, or were you really just that desperate for her to want you?

you need to get laid. that has to be the only solution to the fact that you're drooling over your hot plumber-technician.

this time when you sit in the living room, you feel less creepy watching sevika work. your couch has line of sight with the broken machine, and so you're treated to rippling biceps and the way she absentmindedly toys with the labret in her lip.

seems the cure for too much screen time is a blue collar woman fixing things in your house, because your eyes just keep going to her instead of the screen. just like last time, her jacket ends up off, and you end up red in the face. at least this time it's also partially because of the heat.

it's a little awkward this time, just sitting there in the same room, saying nothing. you text your friends about sevika's return to your apartment. after a lot of excitement and keysmashing, you get encouragement to just talk to her. you swallow your nervousness and say the first thing that comes to mind.

“i, um, really like your tattoos. they're super cool.”

you wince at your own stuttering. sevika, despite her focused expression, responds without looking as she pulls some piece or other out of your air conditioner.

“thanks. i have a friend who's a tattoo artist so i get them cheaper.” “that's cool! what's your favourite one you have?”

sevika looks down at her arms, and then smirks a little, and pulls her arms out of the machine to tap her wrist.

the nautical star.

“it looks sick, and it's convenient. attracts the right crowd, if y’know what i mean.”

so it was a flag. and she was volunteering that information while looking at you like she knows your thoughts. and she's got that lazy expression like a cat that has a cornered mouse and can take its time with it. and you can feel your face is burning and you can only hope it’s not obvious to her.

you suddenly feel very exposed, and none of this is helping the thoughts in your brain.

“it does look sick.”

you agree lamely, and sevika simply chuckles before going back to work. your phone is back open in an instant, and your group chats and servers are filled with you rejoicing that sevika did in fact, swing your way.

‘are you gonna ask her out then?’ one of your friends asks, and you want to, but every variation of ‘do you wanna go out sometime?’ is stuck in your throat.

you open and close your mouth like a fish in sevika's general direction for a few minutes, and then give up. 

your air conditioner is fixed much faster than your toilet was. sevika explains something about a non harmful gas leak that unfortunately goes in one ear and out the other because you didn't even know that was a thing for aircons.

the room starts to get pleasantly cool again. sevika wipes sweat off her brow, and you're speaking before you think.

“if you don't have any other jobs to get to right away, do you wanna stay for a few minutes? you look like you could use some cooling down. you're looking really hot!”

sevika raises that eyebrow again at your double entendre. it's always her left one, arched high to show just how much she questions your word choice. her dark lips pull up at the corner, clearly entertained by your inability to speak normally around her.

“that's real nice of you, but i gotta head out, tight schedule today. you enjoy the air, though. you're looking kinda hot too.”

that's flirting, right? surely? unfortunately you fail to kick yourself into any sort of seductive or attractive mode, and instead just tell sevika to have a nice rest of her day. her eyes seem to flash with something you can’t name, before her easy smirk is back and she leaves your apartment.

you roll around on the couch for a minute, trying to put your thoughts in order.

you fumbled the bag again. sevika does both plumbing and hvac technician stuff. she’s gay so you have a chance.

the rational course of action is to stuff non flushable wet wipes into your toilet until it clogs so you have an excuse to call her, but there’s no guarantee she’d be the one sent out. you’d already been lucky enough to see her more than once, maybe fate is on your side?

you make a promise to yourself; if or when you next see sevika, you will shoot your shot. 

you don’t have to wait all that long, because in just another month, you have another crisis.

during a storm, your building loses all its power, and a bunch of electricians have to come check out the generators and the grid and also each individual apartment. 

when it’s your turn to have your breaker box checked, you honestly believe you’re dreaming, because sevika’s here again, same uniform, same bag… different hair though. choppy and blunt, bangs in her face and an undercut. it suits her so insanely well. 

you have no time to be awkward or weird though, because you’re too busy being shocked.

“is this a joke?” “nope.”

sevika says, popping the p. for once, she isn’t smirking, she’s got a shit eating grin, like she finds this all hilarious.

“i’m an electrician too.” “i’m being punked. i’m literally on a prank show.” “i’m also a trained boilermaker. i’m a jack of all trades, doll.”

doll is new. you must look surprised, because sevika seems to catch what she said, and clears her throat.   

“jus’ gotta make sure everything’s all good and your power won’t blow randomly. breaker box?”

sevika asks casually, and you let her in. this time while she works, you hang out a closer distance, watching. you’d been given another chance, and they say the third time’s the charm. surely it meant something if this woman kept coming back to your place. it couldn’t be a coincidence. you work up the courage to at least talk to her, hoping that the conversation would lead somewhere where you could ask her out.

“so… how come you do all these different jobs?”

you ask, leaning against the wall. sevika seems to know her way around the breaker box incredibly well, to the point she can look at you instead of it when she replies.

“my old man wanted me to get into a trade like him. did electrical first, hated it. trained in the other three after, nothing stuck. ended up realising i hated doing these ‘masculine’ jobs because i was tryin’ to avoid the truth about myself. loved the jobs after my transition and focused on the work itself instead of th’ culture.”

sevika drops so much about herself so quickly that you’re a little surprised, but you absorb all the information like a sponge, thrilled that she’s willing to share with you. there’s a hint of vulnerability on her face as she turns back to her work, almost like she’s afraid you’d say something cruel.

“hey, working all these jobs is super cool. i’m glad you found your passion for it again. are you still getting discriminated against though?”

she seems to relax when you show that you care, that you aren’t about to judge her either. she shakes her head, that mischievous grin back in place.

“nah. when i started my transition, i started gettin’ discriminated against. i left, started my own bizz, made my own rules. turns out when your best employee fucks off and starts doing your job better, you go outta business.”

sevika’s clearly proud of herself for outcompeting her old workplace, and it makes you smile. she closes the breaker box, turning to you properly. you nearly panic- she couldn’t be done already! you didn’t have the guts to ask her out yet! you plaster on a smile, gesturing to the box.

“fuck those guys anyway. they got what’s coming to them. so… is everything alright here?” “oh yeah. your stuff’s fine. took me thirty seconds to check. i just wanted to talk to you.”

you feel something between shame and elation. she wanted to talk to you! but surely she knows you’re a freak who’s been staring at her for way too long every time she comes over to fix something and that you haven’t been able to get off without scrolling her very minimal instagram and she’s going to be mad at you for it!

normal. you are so normal.

“talk to me? about what?” “us doing somethin’ about the way you’ve been eyein’ me like you’re starved.” 

you feel your blood freeze. you’re mortified. but also not surprised. you have been doing an awful lot of staring. you’re silent for a long moment, and sevika raises her hands like she’s backing off.

“hey, no pressure. jus’ thought you’re awfully pretty, and got the vibe you’re interested. if that’s too forward-” “i’m interested! i’m so interested, oh my god.”

you blurt out, hand reaching out to grab her sleeve so she doesn’t go any further. sevika looks down at you, expression knowing and grey eyes searching yours.

“let’s drop the pretense, yeah? i want you. i keep comin’ back because i keep putting myself on these jobs.” “you do?” “duh. this pretty dorky lil thing telling me about her ducky bathmat? admiring me so blatantly? tryin’ to get me to stick around? i’m hooked. kept hoping you’d have more issues just so i could come fix them for you.”

you’ve never been so happy to not be subtle in your entire life. you visibly sigh with relief, still clinging to sevika’s sleeve, beaming at her so wide it hurts your cheeks.

“i was really hoping to see you again. i wanted to ask but… it’s not that simple.” “let me make it simple, then. we go back to that first day when i fixed your pipes. i’m gonna offer you an alternate payment. you wanna pay me with your body, or by letting me take you out?”

sevika’s leaving it all up to you, she’s happy with either option. you let out a shaky breath, deciding to be bold and finally just telling her what you want.

“both? in that order?” “desperate.”

sevika mutters, but it’s not unkind. her lips are quirked up, and she unzips her jacket, slowly peeling it off and leaving it in your hand that was holding her sleeve. she pulls a walkie-talkie out of her pocket, and speaks into it.

“i’m in apartment 203. gotta fix some minor stuff, i’ll be here longer.”

there’s a crackly affirmative, before sevika switches it off. she shrugs at the look you give her, something between disbelief and amusement.

“company time don’t mean shit if you own the company. tell me where you want me.”

you grab sevika by the bicep under the pretense of leading her to your couch, but it’s really just so you can finally cop a feel. she’s all muscle, thick and strong, and you kind of want her to crush your skull. you guide her to sit down, and then stand there a little awkwardly.

“i don’t… i haven’t…”

you try to explain, but sevika seems to already know what you need. she doesn’t ask why you’re unsure, doesn’t need to probe if it’s been a while or never before. she just leans forward, strong hands settling on your hips, looking up at you.

“give me a safeword.” “um… star?”

you say, eyes flicking over sevika’s tattoos for inspiration, settling on that prominent nautical star. she nods, satisfied.

“d’you want a little direction, sweetheart?”

you nod. despite all your yearning and lusting and desperation, you were a little stuck now that you actually had the opportunity. sevika’s hands go to her belt instead, undoing the buckle as she kicks off her heavy boots.

“on your knees.”

you sink down instantly, legs hitting your plush living room carpet. sevika hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her work jeans and boxers, lifting her ass to slide them down to collect into a puddle at her feet.

sevika’s cock bobs as it’s freed, and she’s already an impressive size half hard. you tentatively reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around her. she’s heavy in your palm, girthy. your thumb swipes slowly over her reddened tip, making her curse under her breath and the length to fill out further.

“tha’s it, sugar. getcha self familiar with my dick.”

you lean into the action, sevika’s encouragement making everything seem easier. you slowly pump her shaft, stroking her until she’s fully hard. it doesn’t take long for her cock to throb with need as your hand touches her. you lean in to tongue sevika’s ballsack as you jerk her off, making her hiss and rewarding you with a groan. 

“mm, where’d you learn that? or does it come naturally to you? maybe you’re just that much of a slut for me.”

you whine into her skin, and your hand trembles around her. sevika laughs at your reaction, somehow knowing just what to say. her large hand threads itself into the hair on top of your head.

“desperate little girl. bet you didn’t think i’d notice the way you pressed your thighs together looking at me. if i’d asked you to pay me with sex you would have, huh? filthy thing wanted to recreate a porno with me?”

you can’t even deny it, shaking your head as sevika pulls it back by your hair, tugging just enough to be both pleasure and pain. she grabs the base of her cock with her other hand, slapping her shaft against your cheek, dragging the tip and smearing precum across your lip.

“open.”

you do, and sevika rubs the tip of her cock on your tongue before bringing your head forward slowly. just a few inches, letting you adjust, before slowly pulling you back by the hair, then forward again. sevika uses your mouth like it’s a toy, but she’s also considerate. 

“god, look at those eyes. so sweet. ‘n your lips are so pretty wrapped around my fat cock. gimme your hands.”

you hold up your hands, mouth still full of cock. sevika uses the hand that isn’t in your hair to take your wrists one by one and place your hands on her thighs. you can feel the strong muscle flexing under your palms as you grip her to ground yourself.

“if y’need me to stop, squeeze twice.”

you nod, which only succeeds in stuffing another inch into your already full mouth. sevika begins facefucking you in earnest, moving your head back and forth as she lifts her hips up off the couch to slam into your mouth. your eyes are watering, you can only taste skin and sweat, your nose brushes her pubes, and you’ve never been happier. 

sevika’s head is thrown back, and she’s panting, grunting. you can feel her throbbing in your mouth as her thrusts lose their pace. you pick up the slack best you can, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue in whatever way you can. whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it right, because sevika’s abs tense as she teeters on the edge.

“this fuckin’ mouth was made for me. shit- i’m cumming. swallow my load, sweetheart. attagirl.”

sevika shoots her cum right down your throat. she’s salty and a little bitter but you can’t find yourself caring about the taste, because she’s looking at you like you’re a treasure as she pulls your head away from her cock.

“you’re drooling. cute.”

she wipes your chin with her hand, smearing the mix of drool and her own cum onto her tank top like she doesn’t care who sees what she did with you. you wipe at your teary eyes, and sevika’s hand loosens, gently scratching at your scalp instead.

“you’re so good. c’mere. let me return the favour, doll.”

she pats her lap, and you scramble off your knees to follow her instructions. her softened cock presses against your ass and back, remnants of release leaking onto your dress. you can’t find it in you to care. your thighs sit atop sevika’s and she spreads her legs to part yours as well. her hands wrap around you, under your arms, cupping your chest. sevika’s hands are skilled, quickly finding your nipples despite the layers of fabric, gently rolling and pinching until she can feel them pebble.

“so responsive…”

she murmurs, nose pressed just behind your ear, whispering lowly directly to you. sevika’s hands move lower, like she’s mapping you. first, splaying over your ribcage, then tracing the lines of your sides, grabbing handfuls of whatever she can of your hips, then your thighs, gently bunching fabric in her hands. sevika hikes up your dress, letting it pool around your waist, keeping it out of the way.

“can i touch you, honey?”

sevika coos in your ear as her hands settle on your bare thighs again, fingers spreading over your inner thighs and parting your legs further for her. you nod, and sevika tuts.

“words.” “i want you to touch me, please…” “i am touching you. be specific.” “...sevika, please touch my cunt?” “better.”

your face burns with shame, and then with something else entirely as her right hand traces the line of your panties, the thumb of her left hand stroking the middle of your panties to find the damp spot that formed.

“all that from suckin’ my cock? slutty girl.”

sevika’s tone isn’t degrading, it’s affectionate, excited. she runs the pad of her thumb over your clothed slit over and over, feeling your labia cling to the wet fabric and nudging against where your clit could be until she finds it. 

she’s slow, methodical, engineered to drive you crazy. you let out a shaky whine after she presses down over your entrance just to feel your folds give way for her, and sevika shows mercy. she pulls your panties to the side, holding them out of the way with one hand. the ring and middle fingers of her other hand slide through your folds, making you shudder at the skin to skin contact. 

“you’re so wet. ‘s like your cunt is cryin’ for me.”

sevika toes the line of admiration and degradation, only making you all the more hooked on her. her fingers, slicked with your own fluids, slide inside you with little resistance or preparation. her fingers are long, calloused, thick, warm, all in a way so different to your own and anything else you’ve felt inside you. 

sevika’s got technique. it takes her very little time to find a rhythm you enjoy, her fingers curling against the spot that makes you gasp for air. she doesn’t let that go, attacking that spot over and over until you’re nearly crying, hands gripping her forearms for dear life. your hold doesn’t slow sevika in the slightest, and the noises of her fingerfucking your cunt fill the room, sloppy and wet and dirty in a way that’s like heaven.

“can you take another, baby? gotta prep you right.”

you nod, and sevika’s fingers stop instead. you let out a noise somewhere between an indignant squeak and a pitiful whimper. she just clears her throat, and you catch on that she wants you to use your words.

“i can take another.” “smart girl.”

you’re rewarded with a third finger, stretching you out beyond anything you’ve felt before. you nearly choke, dissolving into these whimpery little noises that only make sevika fuck you harder. it’s like she feeds off your desperation, and her pace never stops. her forearm muscles flex as she curls her hand up into you over and over.

sevika’s got a read on your body already. you clench around her, tighter and tighter, and she knows what’s coming. her lips find your earlobe, nipping at it as she speaks filth to you.

“you’re right there, huh? gonna cum on my fingers? c’mon, let me have it.”

you want to give sevika what she wants, and the coil of pleasure is wound up far too tight for you to stop now. your nails leave blunt little marks in her forearms as you cum, gasping out her name in way that would have an adult film director hiring you on the spot. her fingers don’t slow until you’ve rode the wave of climax all the way through, stopping just before you cry from overstimulation.

“look at you.”

sevika mutters in your ear, slowly pulling her fingers from your fluttering hole and lifting her hand up to your eye level. her index, middle and ring fingers are soaked, covered in translucent fluid that leaves strings when she pulls her fingers apart. she brings them to your mouth, and you open your mouth, sucking her fingers clean. you can taste the tang of yourself, and under it, the salt of sevika’s skin. she hums approvingly, her cock fully hard once again, pressing to the curve of your back with a vengeance. 

“i can keep going.”

you speak up as soon as her fingers withdraw from your mouth, and sevika chuckles lowly.

“i didn’t even have to prompt you for words that time. you’re learning. hop up for me, sugar.”

you stand up on shaking legs, and sevika follows suit, far less shaky and much more smug. sevika’s hands are on you again, hiking up your dress in one hand and pulling your panties down with the other, getting them far enough down for you to kick them off. she’s guiding you, helping you to get back on the couch. knees in the bottom cushion, hands braced on the back, letting you look back at sevika.

sevika lets out a low whistle as she pulls your hem back up around your waist, letting her get a look at your arched back, dripping cunt, and your winking pucker. she grabs an asscheek in each hand, pulling them apart to get the best view she can.

“shit. i’m gonna wreck this pretty hole.”

sevika grits out. she spits onto your pussy, making you shudder before she’s passing her fingers back through your slit to catch your slick and her saliva to smear over her shaft. then her hand is on the small of your back, holding you steady as she lines herself up.

“you ready?”

sevika checks in as she rubs her cockhead up and down your folds, gently parting you around her. you grip the couch harder, letting out a bratty reply in your impatience.

“if you don’t put your cock in me this instant i swear im gonn- ah- fuck…”

sevika shuts that down real quick, pushing her hips forward and burying her cock inside you in one slow, deep thrust. you’re left gasping around your words, and sevika snickers at you, hands sliding up your ass to grip your hips.

“mouthy. i’m gonna fuck th’ attitude out of you.”

that’s all the warning you get before sevika’s setting a brutal pace, balls slapping against your clit as she drives herself in and out of your cunt like she owns it. 

in this moment, she does.

you’re moaning, holding onto the plush of the couch for dear life, your cheek presses to the fabric, sliding back and forth with every thrust. you’re letting out little ‘oh, oh, oh’s that makes sevika grin wickedly behind you.

“perfect little cunt for a perfect little princess. you like feelin’ me all deep inside you?”

one of her hands moves under your stomach to press her fingers into the flesh just above your pelvis and you let out a noise you’ve never heard yourself make before. 

“so deep… s-so good, please don’t stop, sevik- ah!” “wasn’t plannin’ to.”

sevika’s hand leaves your tummy to trail lower, thumb flicking at your clit harshly. you clench around her cock, still sensitive from her fingerfucking. she doesn’t let your bucking hips stop her, keeping you pinned with her strong arm, and groans as your pussy keeps her sucked deep inside. 

your cunt is addictive. the hand that isn’t rubbing your clit trails up your spine, tanned palm sliding over your back, your nape, and then around to your throat. sevika’s just holding, not choking, but the way you react by pushing back to meet her thrusts and the spike of your already rapid pulse has sevika feral.

“fuck, please, lemme go harder. wanna make sure this pussy remembers me for days.”

you just nod, moaning an ‘uh huh!’ you’re worried she’ll stop since you’re beyond words, but sevika takes pity on you, cooing at you instead. 

“poor cockdrunk doll. don’ worry, this cunt is telling me what she needs, squeezing around me like that.”

the thumb on your clit picks up its pace, and sevika’s hips slap against yours rougher than before. her forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel her lick her tongue over your skin before she bites down. you cry out, overstimulated in the best possible way, a second orgasm taking you over.

sevika’s hands return to your hips. she slams you back onto her cock once, twice, and then she’s pulling out. you feel the liquid warmth of her cum spurting onto the curves of your ass as sevika paints you with her seed.

you feel weightless, boneless, foggy. the only thing keeping you up is the couch under your cheek and sevika’s strong hands. she’s panting, catching her breath, patting your hip.

“you look real good covered in me.”

you hear fabric rustling, and then feel the swipe of fabric as sevika wipes you down with her shirt. you tiredly turn your head to look at her, smiling slightly.

“i have like, towels and tissues for that.”

your voice has a slight shake to it still, and sevika swats your now clean butt with a smirk. 

“you’ve got a washing machine, yeah? i can just toss it in there. unless it breaks like everything else in this apartment.”

that makes you snort. sevika pulls on her boxers, and then manhandles you out of your position that’s rapidly become uncomfortable. she sits back on your couch, sits you on her lap, wraps her arms around your middle.

“don’t you have to go back to work?” “that can wait.”

and sevika finally tilts your head to catch you in a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.

sevika leaves your apartment an hour later with a freshly washed and dried tank top, your number in her phone, and plans for a dinner date tomorrow night. 

OUGHGHGHG i missed posting yesterday but i hope i made up for it w this beast of a fic . i worked so hard on this i hope it doesnt flop . i PROMISE cry wolf pt 2 will be out soon guys . please send in other requests . masterlist and wip list coming soon as well . blue collar sevika has rotted my brain ..... drools . hope u enjoyed reading cherubs ! thank u all for 150 followers <3

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Aw, I love this scenario!!

Mhhhhh how about sevika x loverboy! masc reader goin at it until sev notices that they look far off and just calls it all off and insist they need therapy and couples counseling because of what happened just then and other stuff and maybe what a few sessions of that looks like

Maybe make them kiss a lot

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grounded

modern au! sevika x reader

masc!reader, couples therapy, soft sevika, fluff, i really really hope this is of your liking!!!

it’s been weeks. 

weeks of late nights, tight schedules and  “i’m just tired” said too many times by both of them. weeks of not touching unless it’s brushing past each other in the hallway. weeks of not talking unless it’s logistics like the fridge and laundry or small talks about raining a lot these days than usual. you still buy her favourite donuts and leave the window open at night because she feels stuffy at night. she still picks you up from work and always texts when she won’t be able to and pulls a blanket over you when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

you know it’s fixable. you love sevika and she loves you. which is why this friday you’re determined to give her the warmth she deserves. 

clothes pull off so fast you don’t even register it. sevika’s on top, moving with intention — rough, focused, the way she knows you like it, initially, you were planning to be the giver tonight, but you don’t protest. you’ve got all night ahead of you. her one hand braced beside your head, the other on your thigh, spreading you open. after bruising your lips with her kisses, she goes just a bit lower. her breath is hot against your neck, kissing the skin she bit a moment before. for a moment, it almost feels like it used to.

almost. because then she looks down. and sees your face. blank.

your beautiful eyes open, but the look in them is 

she freezes. stills completely. you don’t even flinch, you just blink up at the ceiling like you’re waiting for it to be over. 

“hey.” her voice is low. sharp. “what the fuck.”

a slow breath. you don’t answer, confused in what she meant. is something wrong?

sevika pulls back and sits, looking at you like she’s searching for something, “you’re not here,” she says flatly. “you’ve been checked out for weeks, and now this?”

you feel guilty, but you don’t yet understand for what exactly. you even open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. you just don’t have anything to say. 

she shakes her head. scoffs, bitter, “yeah. nah. i’m not doing this. i’m not fucking a doll,” she grabs her shirt off the floor and throws it on, jaw tight, “whatever this is— it’s not fine, no matter how hard we pretend it is.”

she glances at you again. you still haven’t moved. still no words escaped your throat.

“you said something, didn’t you?” sevika mutters, rubbing a hand over her face. “couples therapy. or some shit like that. we’re doing that. starting this week.”

you’re surprised. you don’t even remember when you brought it up because you brushed it off when sevika said it was stupid and you agreed. you two didn’t need couples counselling, you thought, everything always works out between you. until now, apparently.

“okay,” you hope you at least don’t sound like, what she said, a doll? although you’re not sure how dolls sound. not human, that is certain.

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the room is cool and clean. a big window, half-open, lets in the breeze. it smells like lavender and something herbal. you like it, lavender was always in the top of your favourite smells list. herbal one — not so much, but nothing’s perfect. 

you blink, snapping out of it. you tend to focus on small things when you’re nervous. 

now that you’re not sniffing but looking, you think it’s quite nice. there is a kettle on a side table, mugs, a jar of tea bags. a soft blue couch, armchair facing it, and a quiet woman named dana sitting on it. she’s wearing a soft cardigan and too many bracelets. 

you and sevika sit side by side. you’re curled into yourself — hands in the pockets of your jeans, eyes darting from place to place. she’s leaned back, jaw clenched. both seemingly uncomfortable. 

dana gives it a few long seconds before speaking.

“i’m glad you both made it today,” she smiles, “i want you to remember that there is no pressure to explain everything at once. this space is just for noticing what’s hard,” her voice is soothing and you wonder if there are therapists whose voices are not.

she then turns to sevika, “you made the appointment. right, sevika?” 

sevika nods, “yeah.”

“would you like to say why?”

you bite your lower lip, wondering if this will really work out for you. talking to each other is one thing, and to some stranger with degree in psychology is completely another.

“we’re… stuck,” sevika says and you can see that she’s about to add something, and so can dana, so she doesn’t interrupt, “felt like maybe we needed someone else in the room to, i don’t know, hear it.

dana nods and glances toward you, “how have you been feeling?”

suddenly, answer comes easy.

“like i’m floating.”

you can’t control where you’re headed. you don’t even care. you don’t see the ground, you don’t see anything.

“floating?” dana repeats, and you nod. she only hums, as if that makes total sense. you’re fine with that.

sevika cuts her eyes sideways at you.

“can i ask when the last time you felt grounded was?” dana asks.

this would be a great moment to share a story, smile while telling it — but the truth is, you don’t remember. 

“i don’t know,” you shrug, honest. then you nod, when she asks if it’s felt like this for a while.

“and for you?” dana looks at sevika.

she sighs, “she stopped laughing,” your head turns slightly, surprised. 

you’re not surprised because sevika noticed, but because you didn’t. that’s not true, is it? you frown, about to deny it. but she’s right. 

“i don’t know when it happened. just one day i realized… she hadn’t laughed in a while.”

“and what did you do when you realized it?” 

sevika doesn’t give an answer right away. it happens when she doesn’t like it, “i waited.”

“waited?” dana repeats once more. in another circumstances maybe you would have laughed.

“i didn't want to push her. i thought she’d talk to me when she was ready,” she pressed her lips.

you speak up, “thought you didn't want to hear it."

"bullshit," sevika says, “i wanted to hear anything. silence is worse than anything you could've said."

and she is right. of course she is. you didn’t think she didn’t want to hear it. you thought she was pulling away when she was waiting and you couldn’t find it in you to talk to her.

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at third session, dana asks if sevika would like to talk about her father. she does it gently, like she always does, but sevika tenses anyway.

“no,” her arms are crossed and her face is unreadable.

you know she had a complicated relationship with her old man. even to you she haven’t told the whole story.

“alright,” dana doesn’t push.

at fifth session, you have a fight about toast.

it starts by you describing your mornings.

“she leaves dishes in the sink like the fairy is gonna get them,” you roll your eyes.

sevika scoffs, “i cook. you clean. that’s the deal.”

“yeah, well, you burn the toast every time—“

“don’t eat it, then.”

“maybe i won’t.”

“fine.”

“fine.”

silence fills the room for approximately two minutes before you both realise you’re arguing about toast. how ridiculous. you snort. sevika tries not to, but her mouth twitches.

and then it’s two of you, laughing. full-on, loud and stupid. you swear you can actually feel the warmth spreading inside you.

on sixth session toward the end dana asks what you two miss.

you shift uncomfortably, “i miss how it feels like to want something.”

sevika looks at you, quiet for a moment, “i miss her singing in the kitchen.”

you blink, “i didn’t know you liked it.”

she turns away, “i didn’t say i liked it. i said i miss it.”

you can’t help but laugh.

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home feels much familiar now. something about that easiness that crept back into your lives.

on a thursday night, you two sit across each other in the kitchen. doing your homework. a yellow sticky note stuck to the fridge says: each write 3 things you appreciated this week.

you stare at your paper. sevika is chewing a pen.

“do we really have to do this?” she raises an eyebrow, sceptical.

“she said we should,” you reply, although your voice lacks conviction.

“should isn’t ’must’.” 

you raise your eyebrows, teasing, as if your paper isn’t blank too, “what, you can’t write three little things?” 

“fuck off.”

then you trade it on the session. you read hers:

you made soup. it tasted like something 

you didn’t shut down when i asked how you were

you waited for me to come home because you wanted to go to bed together

you almost tear up. she reads yours:

you kissed me good night like before

you didn’t forget to add second sugar cube to my coffee

you bought that cute plushie 

sevika takes your hand.

you really missed those good night kisses.

the room is dim. one lamp on, the sheets soft and a little warm from how long you’ve been lying there.

you’re facing her. knees curled to her thigh, your hand tucked under your cheek, half-lost in the pillow.

her fingers draw lazy shapes along your collarbone. slow. thoughtless. her thumb brushes your jaw, and you lean into it.

she leans in too.

you kiss slowly. her tongue brushes against yours. you pull back just to kiss her once more. 

you fall asleep like that, not with your back to each other. limbs tangled. heartbeats soft and stupidly synced.

in the morning, you stand in front of the mirror, teeth clenched, fingers fumbling with that stupid fucking tie that won’t sit straight.

you glance at your phone’s screen to check the time. you’re already late, “fuck this,” not like you love wearing ties that much anyway.

sevika walks by behind you, brushing her teeth with one hand, her hair messy, tank top on. then she steps in front of you, nudges your hands down.

you watch her.

she straightens the collar. tightens the knot. smooth, practiced. then tugs the tie just a bit, teasing.

you roll your eyes.

“really?”

she grins around the toothbrush. shrugs.

then sevika leans in. kisses you — toothpaste-minty, a little (a lot) smug — and pulls back just before you kiss her again. 

you sigh. smile despite yourself and the toothpaste in your mouth.

she tosses you your blazer on her way out.

you follow. tie perfect. heart lighter.

⚢ ⚢ ⚢

you don’t know it yet, but it’s your last session.

even the couch feels softer today. or maybe you’re just finally yourself again. 

the room’s still cool. lavender in the diffuser. window open. breeze gentle against your ankle.

dana is saying something — a question, kind, thoughtful.

“what have you noticed about each other lately that feels… different?” 

you look at sevika just to see that she’s already looking at you.

you say, quietly, “you hum when you’re making coffee now.” 

she blinks. the corners of her lips curl up slightly, “you dance a little. when you think no one’s watching.”

“no, i don’t,” you shake your head, just a bit embarrassed.

“yes, you do. guess we can open our own show now.”

you act before you think. your lips find themselves on her way to her mouth, capturing them in a kiss.

it’s soft at first. barely there. then slower. you kiss again and again until you forget where you are.

you shift closer, one hand sliding to her jaw, her fingers curling at your waist. you can’t stop. it’s like you’re a hormonal teen again. 

it lasts too long. definitely too long.

when you finally pull apart, blinking, dazed — dana is still there. sitting quietly in her chair. holding her mug with both hands.

she doesn’t look annoyed. just… politely invisible. 

“well,” she says, voice soft and slightly amused, “seems like you don’t really need a counsellor anymore.”

later, when you cover your face in your hands, remembering about it, sevika only smirks, saying that dana’s probably seen worse.

god, you love her. 

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🍽️

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me when it’s dark and miserable pouring thundering rain outside

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fuK

Let it be known that I don’t play marvel rivals nor do i financially support marvel as a company if I can help it…

That being said I do have eyes that function enough. And I did read spawn comics during the pandemic every now and then…😮‍💨 she was quite amazing in those. However, in this adaptation I do want her badly.

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big fan of characters who look cool and tough and stoic but only because theyre internally thinking "fuckkk what do i say. how do i make friends. they didnt teach me how to do that in sword school."

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there's just something about calling your butch handsome, boyfriend, and 'good boy' like mmh... all the gender affirming terms they would want really

i'm twirling my hair yearning about it, i'll do anything to be granted the privilege in treating a butch so well. i'd dress them up in clothes they feel comfortable in and doing acts of service for them like they always do for everyone

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@melweek Day 6 - Tattoo (late entry)

+alt versions:

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✩░▒▂▁𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲!𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫▁▂▒░✩

A/N: short, fluffy, and silly post because I fell asleep while waiting for my bus yesterday and drooled a bit, so I'm turning my humiliation into a Sevika headcanon post. As one does.

that woman totally drools in her sleep

she doesn't get a good night's rest often, so when sevika does finally pass out, whether it's from weeks of exhaustion at work or a hard fight won, she's out like a light.

she sleeps like the dead, and the first time you see it, it scares you a little. You inched closer to her slumped-over form and checked for any particularly nasty wounds.

luckily a deep snore assuages the worst of your worries, so you move to ease her to a more comfortable position. now you can see her face

sevika's kinda... cute like this? her usually furrowed brows are completely lax, and her usual sneer/scowl that permanently twists her full lips is replaced by a slack, open mouth with a string of spittle pouring from the corner.

it's a little gross on anyone else, but somehow she makes it look completely adorable???

if sevika falls asleep while the two of you are watching or listening to something, she's definitely the type to shoot up out of her stupor and grouse, "I was watching that." the whole time the side of face is wet with spit and sleep hasn't left her grey eyes

she was definitely not watching it. but you let her have it and turn whatever was playing before back on, watching her nod off instantly

she's a cuddler. before you, it was whatever pillow or extra bedroll she had lying around. now you've become sevika's sentient teddy bear, spooned and cradled in her singular beefy arm. your bonnet (or hair) is unfortunately a victim of her overactive salivary glands.

sometimes it gets too hot, and she pretends it's not that big a deal if you don't want her hugged up on you. but eventually, you feel bad seeing her toss and turn with her arms empty and scooch under her, nestling against her very soft boobs.

nightmares are definitely a thing. sevika doesn't wake from them, though, instead fighting the phantoms of her mind while muttering, holding you even closer.

you don't broach the subject with her in the morning, but when it happens again, you hug sevika back and shush her quietly, maybe humming a song or two that she really likes and stroking her hair.

she quiets relatively quickly afterwards, and that obnoxious snore and corresponding slobber is back.

falling asleep around you has become habit. she wasn't so trusting before, but once her body realized it was safe in your presence, she became a perpetual sleepyhead. so, despite the inconvenience of her drooly tendencies, you let it lie. because being safe for her is a privilege few have ever had.

A/N: If you liked that post, fill out the form in my pinned post to be added to my tag list! I usually write Melvika, but I occasionally write Sevika x reader! my requests are also open!

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Yall Sevika is 6’3…(I think).

So I’m not exaggerating when I write about her having large hands and strong/large shoulders.

Does she know how tea she is? Bruh. AGH!! Omg imagine her sending pictures of herself in the clothes you bought her. And you just cannot contain how much she makes you lose your mind. So you send her an audio of you yelling into the phone.

That’s where I’m at rn.

SEVIKA AAGGGHHHH!!

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The way you write is so amaaaazing !! Yall come look at this !!

LET ME RUN INTO THIS LOVE (SEVIKA X READER).

"You what?" "I want you. Badly. Stupidly."

contains: slight nsft content/lots of suggestive content, minors + ageless blogs dni, reader has false nails, sevika calls reader "girl," slight bickering/angst, lots of fluff

credits: idea is from the lovely anon who sent this ask back when I was doing my little activity in celebration of a follower milestone. thank you so so much for the request angel I love it to pieces. title is from the song patient by rache.

divider by: @/ianrkives

"It's not that I don't want to," Sevika groans, fingers pressing into her temple. "It's just—"

"Too much," you lament, the edge of your voice melted into a high-pitched whine. "Too much of a commitment?"

"Hey, stop that," she immediately cuts in, shooting you a narrowed stare. "You know I'm committed to you, okay? I wouldn't be doing this otherwise."

"What is that supposed to mean?" you ask, propping yourself onto your elbow and peering down at her with a glare.

You know it's probably not fair to be so back and forth in your emotions with her, swinging like pendulum, your mind never dipped into one place for more than a few seconds before emerging out in a flurry of droplets. But, you can't help it. This is your first kiss. And there's nothing wrong with that, you know there isn't — after all, if you were a stranger witnessing someone else in this predicament, you'd be filled with slow back rubs and soft assurances that all is okay. But, it weighs on your mind that you're sharing this with Sevika, who, as any lesbian within a thirty mile radius is well-aware of, is more than experienced in the area of physical intimacy.

It's not even about how good or bad you'll be at it, but rather what she thinks of the ordeal. You don't want it to be a chore, nor something she proceeds in with a doubtful or obligatory mindset. And with how wary she seems, you can't help but feel that her heart isn't fully in it. At least not in the way yours is.

And you want, you ache, for her heart to be fully submerged into this moment, flooded with the trust and faith you're storing in her. Problem is, it's this act of openness and vulnerability that seems to be gnawing at her the most.

"You know me, okay? I don't get with virgins, there's too much teaching involved. So, me doing this with you actually means something, okay?"

"Well, thanks for deigning this poor virgin with a chance," you huff, your chest aching with the sting of her words. Maybe it should be flattering that she likes you enough to actually take on the role of a teacher, but that's exactly where it stabs you. You don't want her to drape on some kind of tired role with nothing but her feelings for you keeping it intact. You want her to wholeheartedly step into the armor of a lover, ready to take care of you and experience touch with you. After all, she's captured your heart and has squeezed onto it without relent since the moment you two met, milking out more and more affection and passion than you ever thought yourself capable of. For her, you'd happily be the devoted lady who awaits her knight to return home, you'd care for her and mend every wound she's ever borne, physical or otherwise, without even a tremor of hesitation.

She rolls her eyes. "Now you're twisting it. I just avoid that kind of responsibility, alright? It's not that deep."

"But, I want it to be deep!" you cry out, flinging onto your back and curling into yourself, the material of her hoodie folding against your skin. "Like, it's my first kiss. But, you just seem like it's a chore or something."

"It's not, but it's your first kiss. That puts some unnecessary pressure on me, you know. To do it right, to make sure it's good for you."

"As long as you do it earnestly, it will be good for me," you mumble, eyes snapping to her wall, burning in irritation. "And instead, you could just focus on how… special it's going to be."

The word "special" comes out in a half-whimper, the two syllables wounded and soft like a small animal tucking itself protectively at the roots of a tree. And that's how you feel right now. You know how she struggles to profess her emotions, and go beyond actions to showcase her liking of you. But, in moments like these, you can't bear to do the heavy lifting. You need her to be honest too. You need her to allow herself to be more tender.

She heaves a deep sigh, and despite her razor-sharp glare piercing through the side of your head, you will yourself to continue staring at her wall.

"You can stop with the pouting, alright? I'm not saying it won't be… special, or whatever."

You continue looking away, crossing your arms petulantly over your chest. 

She snickers. "Seriously? For someone who literally penned it in for today, you suddenly seem very underwhelmed."

Your jaw clenches, trying not to give into her goading.

"Do you not want to do it anymore, hm? Should we just cut the date shor—"

"See, if you took it seriously, you wouldn't joke," you snap, shuffling into a seated position before pushing yourself to the foot of her bed. You both know you have no intention to actually leave, but well — the point still has to be made.

Immediately, her arm is winding about your waist, and she's tugging you unceremoniously back onto the bed, your entire body flopping like a rag doll. 

You let out a shriek as your head pummels into the pillow, her strong hands on your waist coaxing you onto your back, grey eyes honed in on you, bright and lit from within. 

"I am taking it seriously," she asserts lowly, the husky timbre of her voice making pleasure stream down your spine. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't be this nervous about fucking it up for you."

Your stomach spins into knots at her words, said with the firm weight she only reserves for the purest of truths. But, still, there remains an underbelly of hurt, her earlier words, tactless and said in her usual gruff manner, lingering in your mind.

She seems to sense it, her face lowering, hovering above yours. "Talk to me."

Immediately, your thighs press together, skin flaring up under her intense stare. "I— it's just, you could've been nicer. The way you talk about it makes it sound like you're just doing me some favour. I know I'm the exception to your usual rules, yeah, but you're focusing more on things going wrong than on how good it can be. Makes me feel like it's all a drag to you."

Her lips purse together, gaze wandering over your face. After a moment, a sharp breath zaps from her nostrils and she mutters, "Fine. You're right. I was focusing more on my own concerns than on you."

"Yeah," you scoff.

"You're getting the apology and still this stubborn?"

"Technically, you didn't apologize."

The corner of her mouth twitches. "Smart girl."

Her face inches closer to yours, nose brushing your cheek. "Want me to make it up to you?"

Much to your humiliation, your hips immediately buck up.

She laughs softly, nuzzling into you. "Damn, this actually will be fun."

"Sevika," you whisper, eyebrows scrunched in newfound annoyance, clouding away your initial arousal.

Her head tips up, hair hanging in her lovely eyes. She licks her lips thoughtfully.

"You know… You know how much I like you. A lot. I don't mean it in an asshole way when I say I'm making an exception for you. I know it sounds like that, yeah. But, I really just mean that, you know, I—"

"You what?"

"I want you. Badly. Stupidly."

You swallow, the affect of her words almost nauseating. In the most exciting, thrilling, lovesick way, like diving down the steep end of a rollercoaster. "And?"

"'And'? You need more?"

"I mean, do you want to kiss me?"

Her eyes flutter shut, lines embedding their way into her forehead. "Yeah."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. I'd want you just as bad even if hand-holding was foreign to you," she deadpans.

The confession ignites a burst of giggles from you. "Even if my palms were all clammy?"

"Gonna be stupid of me to admit, but yeah." Her lips widen into a longer, lazy sort of grin, soft at the edges. Not too revealing. "Think I'd make a hell of a lot of exceptions for you."

"Good," you whisper.

She huffs out an amused puff of air. "'Good.' You're cute."

You squirm at the words, still bashfully basking under her focus.

Her head tilts to the side, voice simmering to a shallow mumble. "Let me kiss you."

Nerves pounce into your stomach, guts seizing and clenching in all kinds of excitement, elation, shyness. Your hand rolls into a fist at your side, nails digging into your palm in order to ground yourself in the moment and not get too lost in the whirlwind of your feelings, the storm of her eyes.

"Okay."

Her eyebrows furrow. "You sure? We've got time."

"No, no," you rush to say, the idea of leaving this date without finally making your fantasies a reality seeming nothing short of complete heartache. "Please. I want it."

She pauses. "I'll miss you being this eager once it's done with," she says with a throaty laugh.

"I'm sure I'll continue to be."

The creases near her eyes soften out, her throat bobbing at she gulps. "Yeah." The word comes out rough, raspy, like sandpaper scraping against a plane of wood. "I'll probably be the same."

"Really? You're excited right now?"

Her fingers, laced with calluses and marks, snake under the edge of your — her — hoodie, skimming the curve of your hip. Goosebumps flutter over your skin and your body writhes from the fire her touch leaves. And they don't leave, even when her warm, steady body presses into you from above, the hard muscles weaving beneath her skin keeping you down, body sinking into the mattress.

"Yeah."

Her breath, warm and moist, fans over your already hot face, sending you steaming. The scent of her musky cologne, just barely hovering in the air, light as a breeze, brushes against your nose. It's delicious, something you want to lick off her skin and have soak into the crevices of your mouth. It's her, it's Sevika. The woman you'd be content to spend years drowning in the knowledge of, swimming deeper and deeper into the ends of discovering who she is, what made her into this fierce woman. This fierce woman whose tough beauty runs past her skin and molds itself into her veins, transforming her into someone whose roughness hits the expiration date as soon as she sees the twist of a mouth, the crumbling of a face when it comes to someone she loves.

Loves. You want so badly to be loved by her.

Right at the final second, she mutters, "It will be good, okay? Don't worry."

"I want it to be good for you too."

"Trust me, it will be."

"How do you know?"

She snorts. "You're so dense sometimes. Just trust me. I know."

And then, her lips softly push onto yours. Your eyes remain open for a second too long, and the sight of hers gently closing causes your mouth to split into a grin. A grin borne not just out of amusement, but pure happiness. Pure joy to experience something so new just with her. Something so private. Your first kiss. It'll forever be marked with the signature of Sevika, no matter how many years pass. 

This new act, one you still feel so innocent and untouched by, will forever be stained with the scent of her sweat, the feeling of her rough skin.

To make up for your impromptu smile, hoping she doesn't think you're laughing at her, you edge your face closer to hers, pressing your lips back onto hers. It's a new sensation, softer than you expected, the plush of her lips cushioning yours in a way that's absent of force. Your mind circles the sensation, relishing in the comfort of her lips hugging around your bottom lip.

She pulls back, eyes hooded. "Feels nice?"

You nod, vision blearily taking her in as you lick your tingling lips.

Her eyes immediately flick to the movement.

And then, she begins to move, her mouth opening slowly before enclosing yours again. A quiet, barely-there, squelching noise arises from the movement, and you throb at it. You have to force your body still as her tongue joins the mix, dipping against the corner of your mouth, licking patiently. It causes the spot to tickle in an aching, subtle pleasure, the warm wetness of her tongue making your mouth slippery and messy. 

"Okay?" she mumbles, the singular word moist with the saliva swapped.

Mind dizzy with the sensual conjoining of your mouths, lips, teeth, you utter a dazed consent before her mouth meets yours again. This time, she's less gentle with you, her hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as though she's easing you to open wider for her. And open you do, your mouth hanging pathetically, limp and willing as her tongue fully licks into you, running along your teeth before swiping against your own pink muscle.

That earlier tickling sensation returns with an intensity that's tenfold, and you whine into her mouth.

"Fuck, you're sweet," she groans in returns. Her hands wordlessly grab at the wrists laying by your head, encouraging you to wrap yourself around her. 

You timidly grip her shoulders, fingertips pressing into the smooth muscle of them. You don't know what touch is too forward, too eager, too much.

A notion that gets tossed right out of your mind when she pulls back, her thumb prodding at your mouth as she murmurs, "Stick your tongue out."

When her lips wrap around the muscle, sloppily sucking, heat blazes through you, making your feet twist, toes curling inside your socks. Your hands move with a mind of their own, wandering down the expanse of her back, marveling at the rolling hills of reliable, impenetrable muscle. 

When she nips playfully, your nails dig in. Hard.

"Jesus, fuck," she curses, jerking back from you. "What the fuck?"

"You bit me!" you protest.

She shifts from above you. "Yeah, well—"

"Well?"

"Wanted another noise from you."

Knowing she actually liked the little mewl you made, that it might've caused her as much arousal as you felt in that moment, has you biting back a self-satisfied smile.

"Shut up," she says, kissing you soundly again.

You dig your nails back into her back, moaning into the kiss as she flicks her tongue against yours again.

"Fuck, shouldn't have bought you those nails," she hisses through small, dripping kisses.

"You like them," you whisper back.

"Yeah, I do," she replies. 

Her lips scatter kisses onto your neck, her nose skimming along your jaw as she licks a cool stripe of spit along a patch of skin before sucking at it. The mix of hot and cool, the stinging ache of her lips hooking onto your skin — it all makes your eyes roll back, arms clutching onto her for dear life.

"God, you're good," she rasps, grazing her teeth. "Taste so fucking nice."

"Please, just— can we—"

"Nope," she grunts out, even when her fingers squeeze into your hips.

"Sevi, c'mon—"

"No," she asserts again. "Gonna take my time with you."

The tip of her tongue swipes the spot behind your ear, and you laugh loudly, caught in a web of desire and relief that nulls any reservations and stubbornness you bore before.

When you pull away instinctively, she chuckles lowly. "No, no, get back here."

"I need a breather!"

"Your nose is there for a reason."

"Well, look who's so eager for more now—"

"I've been waiting months," she sighs, pinning your arms down with a strength that makes arousal shoot through you.

"I've been waiting for years," you scoff, the smile on your face unbreakable.

"So, let me make it up to you," she declares, skimming her teeth along your jaw.

You giggle. "Such a good samaritan."

You barely catch her last words, for they're tucked and layered beneath her breath, dangerously low. 

But, you do, and they send your stomach plummeting.

"Yeah. Like I'm like this with anyone but you."

And then she descends upon you again, your body consumed with the scent of her cologne and the coolness of her piercing.

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Would people care to read a fic about he/him lesbian Sevika and a lovely femme who is a jazz lounge singer/wanna be starlet? It would be pseudo 1920/30s esc (but idk how to write historically accurate so it’ll be just based off vibes lol)

Im writing it currently actually. And I should be done this week. I know I start and don’t follow up on things all the time but…<:

I’ve finally felt inspired

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Sevika and PDA

Fluff

PDA wasn’t really her thing. Even though you guys were dating for a while she never touched you in public. She didn’t like to be seen so vulnerable in the public eye. And not that you necessarily pushed her to engage in it, but sometimes the feeling arose. You wanted to touch your girlfriend and be all gross and cute around her. The closest you’d got to that is when Sevika would just follow close to you.

Today however the two of you were out shopping around for some clothes due to the changing seasons. Sevikas eyes were blurry with boredom from looking through all the same shades of tan, mustard and olive green. She let out a deep sigh as she watched you stare at the same sweaters.

“What do you think? This one or this one?” You asked as you held two identically tan sweaters up.

“You serious?” She looked puzzled. “Honey, these are the same exact sweaters.”

“No this one has the small dots on the cuff.” You walked closer to show her. “And this one is shorter here.”

You looked back up at her and her eyebrow was still raised in confusion.

“I don’t know. I think both will look great on you.”

With the click of your tongue you went back to put them on the rack. You continued to look around the department set on finding something just right.

“Oh! Over here!” You joyfully exclaimed as you grabbed Sevikas hand and lead her away from where you both were.

Sevikas eyes darted down at your laced fingers. Her feet stumbling after you. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. Of course nobody was, why would they be? Sevika straightened up when you finally pulled her to a section with bigger cardigans. You were talking about the fabric, the design, the price. She couldn’t really hear you over the blood rushing in her head. Your hand was so soft and grounding. She squeezed it gently as you kept talking. She hadn’t realized how much she desired your simple touches even on a regular day out. Your warmth was a simple and sweet security to her life.

You looked down between the two of you. “Oh- sorry, Sev.” You said as you went to pull your hand away.

She stopped you, lacing them back in place once more. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. She knew that you knew how she preferred it in this moment. A smile formed on your face, a subtle skip in your heartbeat to match. You turned back towards the clothing items and started to sort through and find your size.

“What do you think?” You asked.

“I love it.” She nodded. “I’ll get it.” She said as her thumb rubbed at the back of your hand.

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I definitely think Sevika is a cat person💌(I just wanna see her happy and relaxed for once😭)

Idk why the quality of this drawing is so shitty

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it’s almost time to start carving pumpkins with Sevika 🤭✨🎃