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[sevikasbeloved]

The Job (Sev x Reader)

This is just a one shot that I thought was cute and simple which I did to get back into writing again, it’s inspired by @archangeldyke-all ‘s CEO one shots because I just fell in love with them so much. This I sort of a prelude to how they might’ve met possibly maybe, I’m not sure, I haven’t proofread so if it’s bad throw tomato’s idk😋

The hustle and bustle of the city was one of the things that drew you to it the most, the way the world seemed never to stop spinning, things never stopped happening - as overwhelming as it all was, it felt safe, unpredictable, but safe.

Ready for the day ahead though, you stumbled down the street, rushing against the clock to catch the last rush hour train of the morning, the strap of your bag sitting uncomfortably on the edge of your shoulder as you bumped past slow walkers and people just finishing their late night shifts.

The train station itself was packed in like a tin of sardines, and the smell wasn’t so far off either. As you slowly edged to the end of the platform, hoping to get a better shot at catching the train you couldn’t help your impulses as your nose inhaled something so rank,

“Jesus, did somebody fucking fart or something?!” You said, nay, you yelled out loud.

Your impromptu comment garnered a couple laughs but mostly people stared at you like you were crazy, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. They quickly forgot about your short lived outburst as the train pulled into the station with a deafening screech as it scraped against the metal tracks. In an instant you felt the already tight crowd become even tighter as people pushed against each other in hopes to reach the door.

You weren’t the smallest person in the world, but in this sea of 6 ft tall robot-like corporate men and women, you could feel your chest constrict just a little. You remained calm though, looking ahead at the door as you’d done so many times before. Being small had its advantages; you could slip past people and they’d treat it as an inconvenience rather than disrespect, sometimes people would even move out of the way, like you were vulnerable and had highest priority.

You managed to sleuth your way onto the train after a small group of people, finding a seat easily just one seat out from the end of the carriage. You made an unspoken promise to yourself never to sit on an end seat again after you were trapped for an hour on the train next to this dude who couldn’t help talking and spitting so loudly on the phone, not caring one iota for your personal space.

The train filled quite quickly after you with what felt like hundreds of people rushing to get a seat. You sat there content with a smug smile that definitely pissed off those unable to catch a chair in time.

Beside you, on the end seat, a tall woman sat down, draped in a black woollen trench coat, a silk black shirt that was unbuttoned tastefully above her cleavage and some plain black slacks that hugged her thighs deliciously. You couldn’t help gawking at beautiful strangers on the train, in fact it became a fun pastime for you as you waited for the train to slowly encroach on your station. But with her sat so close to you, you only felt flustered; one, at the fact you could only make out her figure from your peripheral, and two, the fact that as she sat down, she spread herself thin, opening her legs as she let her arm dangle between them, an expensive looking watch peeking from beneath her coats sleeve.

You suddenly felt a stiff sensation against the back of your head, and you turned it slightly to see her arm had stretched out behind you. Your initial reaction to her had quickly turned sour as you looked at her with stern eyes, but not once did she look at you. Instead she gazed down at your bag that sat on your lap, a small smirk on her face. You felt a bit puzzled, her lack of personal space would have been enough for you to say something, like you’d done many times before, but the way her stone eyes lingered, you wanted to know what she was thinking more than anything.

Like she could read your mind, her eyes darted up to meet yours, her smirk growing more haughty. You pulled a tight lipped smile, feeling your cheeks grow red hot at her vicious gaze. Suddenly, she leaned over, her hand grazing your shoulder as her lips came dangerously close to your ear.

“How many bags do you have?” She whispered, pulling back with a softer and more inquisitive expression.

“I- what?” You stuttered out, confused.

“Sorry, I just mean that’s a really nice bag, I’d be shocked if you didn’t own a collection.” She explained, her brow quaking like she knew she was right.

You snorted embarrassed that she saw through you that easily,

“Well you’re right, not that it makes any of this okay” you readjusted your position to face her a little easier, even though she was sitting, her towering height was still evidently clear.

“What do you mean?” She husked, brows knitting tightly together.

“Well, your arm is practically using my neck as a rest.” You say, prodding into her gently.

She watched your hand as it made its action, chuckling softly as she moved her arm, resting her head on her palm as she stared at you.

“Sorry, I forget where I am sometimes.” She yielded, a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

“It’s okay,” you bit your tongue a little, knowing if it was anyone else you would’ve ripped them to pieces by now, “anyway, how did you know I owned a collection, are you an obscure designer I should probably know the name of?”

She didn’t respond immediately, her nose scrunching as she seemed to fight back laughter.

“Uh, obscure, yes, designer, no, not quite at least.” She started.

“I’m intrigued…” you led on,

“I work in fashion, more so the business side of it though.” She explained.

“Weird, I work in fashion also.”

“Oh really? I woulda never known!” She snarked, her eyes leaving yours as an announcement played,

The next station is Yule Street

She sucked in a sharp but quick breath as she readjusted herself,

“That’s my stop, sweetheart.”

You almost froze a bit as she said it, the pet name paired with the fact that it was also your stop making you freak out a little internally.

“What are the chances?” You scoffed, pulling your bag over your shoulder again.

She narrowed her eyes at you, a small smile creeping onto her expression,

“Not low if you’re stalking me.” She chided,

“You’re obscure remember, what need would I have to stalk you?”

She only laughed like you told the funniest joke in the world and you seemed to be missing all the context. She stood up as the train pulled into the station, gripping the pole as she effortlessly swung towards the door. She looked back at you with a grin,

“You comin’?”

You rolled your eyes, suddenly finding yourself with a “travel to work buddy”. As you both stepped off the train and out of the platform you stopped to look at eachother,

“I never got your name?” She started,

“Oh it’s, y/n.” You held out a hand to shake hers, she took it instinctively.

“Y/n, I’m Sevika.”

“Hi.” You could only manage to say.

an awkward beat of silence hummed between the two of you.

“Well, I guess, maybe I’ll see you around?” She said, suddenly unsure of what to do with herself.

“Yeah, maybe,” you lied, knowing that in this huge jungle of a city the chances of seeing her again were slim, “well I’m heading that way so,” you pointed in the direction behind her.

“You gotta be kidding me.” She mumbled as her head swung to the sky.

Suddenly it clicked for you around the same time it did for her. There was only one fashion company in this area.

“Okay, I just wanna say I am not stalking you, I know it doesn’t look that great right now but-“

“Shut up, let’s go, you’ll be late.” She interrupted playfully as she tapped your back, already making strides towards your now shared office.

You scurried behind her, and the two of you walked in mostly silence besides the awkward giggle you’d let out every time she’d glance at you.

As you reached the bottom of the tall skyscraper office, you looked at her, thinking maybe she’d say she was just kidding, and that she just wanted to walk you to work. But she kept walking ahead of you, stuffing her hands into her pockets, suddenly trying to avoid the gazed of others.

Weird, you thought, but you kept moving into the building, and as you walked in behind her, you watched intently at how she interacted with the people around. A couple waves and mindless nods, and as she hit the front desk she leaned up against it like she owned the place. You stood beside her, looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

She looked down at you from her peripheral with a smirk, clearly finding humour in something you hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“Thanks, darlin’” she husked to the lady behind the desk, taking the keycard from her hands. The receptionist blushed, waving her through.

Sevika stepped to the side, but stopped, seemingly to wait for you. Your body froze up a little more, the sudden realisation that you weren’t really working there, at least not officially, and that it would probably blow up in your face in the next couple of seconds.

“Hi, I’m here for an interview for the junior stylist position.” You mumbled, not wanting sevika to overhear you.

You looked at her briefly to see her eyes elsewhere, all over the building as she waited for you, leaning up against the turnstiles.

“Oh, perfect! You’re a little early so you can wait in the lobby until the interviewer is ready.” The receptionist said aloud.

“Okay, thanks.” You bit your lip as you looked back at Sevika who was now staring at you with a knowing look.

You walked towards her, embarrassed.

“So,” she trailed,

“I don’t work here, yet.” You admitted.

“I figured, I would’ve remembered a face like yours.” She grinned.

You shook your head all flustered, “sure, I could’ve worked here without you knowing though, there’s like a million people in this lobby alone.”

“And I know all of ‘em.” She stated like it was fact.

“Yeah, you just know everyone in this building, for some reason I find that hard to believe.”

She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, like you were challenging her, and she took the bait. She held a finger at you, signalling you to wait right where you stood, and you did, watching her walk back to the desk and say something you couldn’t quite work out to the receptionist.

They both looked at you, and then back at each other before Sevika approached you again.

“You can come with me.” She said, walking right past you as she tapped the keycard against the reader.

Your face was shot with utter confusion but you hurried through the turnstiles before they closed on you anyhow.

“What the fuck? Can you just do that? I’m meant to be waiting for an interview.” You spluttered out.

“I'm doing your interview now.” She said, stoic in demeanour as she pressed the button for the lift.

“Excuse me? You can just…do that?”

She chuckled,

“You know, you should really check who the higher ups in this company are before you apply for this position.”

The elevator door opened with a muted dinging sound. She stepped in cooly, holding the door open as you stood there entirely dumbfounded.

“You comin’?” She said, echoing her words on the train.

You followed her silently, all of a sudden unsure how to act infront of someone who alleges to be a ‘higher up’.

“So you work in the business side of things?”

“Something like that.” She hummed, her eyes watching the numbers on the elevator rise slowly.

You also watched as the number kept increasing, higher and higher, and then, it clicked.

“Holy shit…” you breathed.

You could hear a faint laughter but you, still in shock, couldn’t process it at all.

“You own everything don’t you…” your voice creeped in disbelief.

“Heh, yeah.” She hummed.

“Oh.” You hoped you were wrong in all honesty, because as first impressions go, you were making an absolute spectacle of yourself.

Your heart pounded out of your chest, as though this new information changed every atom in the lift, closing you in with someone who could make or break your career.

Her hand came to your shoulder, and she looked at you with a hint of concern.

“Hey, there is nothing to be worried about, I’m sure you’ll do fine.” She said,

Truly, you wanted to believe her, but you could only imagine she’s said this a thousand times to a thousand applicants who didn’t get the job.

You smiled reluctantly as you clenched your fist around the strap of your bag. The lift finally opened, on floor 65.

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The doors opened and immediately the first thing you noticed was the absence of cubical space, and then you noticed the lack of other employees. Your eyes scanned the open concept floor, quickly noting how homey it all felt for an office space.

Sevika walked ahead of you, shrugging her coat onto the brown leather couch without a care. She rounded the glass coffee table that sat in the centre of a room creating a makeshift conversation pit. You suddenly realised as you followed meekly behind her that this entire floor was hers alone.

“Does it ever get lonely up here?” Your impulsive nature spoke for you before you could catch yourself.

She didn’t respond immediately, sitting at her desk as she shuffled papers across the glass, pulling open a small drawer as she picked out a small roll-up, placing it between her lips.

She looked up at you then darted her eyes and nodded her head to the seat parallel to hers. You followed her silent instructions immediately, placing your bag beside your feet.

You waited for her to light up, and as you heard the crackling of the paper you smelt a floral note arise from her roll-up. You couldn’t help your face contorting in curiosity, her own eyes fluttering to yours as she took a deep inhale, her lips curling against the tip of the roll-up as she watched you look at her in awe.

She exhaled, leaning back, “Not lonely, no.” She placed her roll-up on a silver ashtray, “bored sometimes, but enough ends up happening in a day that I won’t stay bored.”

You nodded, like you could understand being bored as an owner of a multimillion dollar company.

She sat forward, resting her forearms on the desk as she sized you up. You tried for a moment to hold her eye contact, to show you were up for the job without any words, but her silver shot eyes made you nervous causing your gaze to wander to your lap, fiddling like a child with your fingers.

“I suppose we can skip introductions, y/n.” She said,

You nodded, hoping she’d continue in your silence,

“So you’re applying for the junior stylist position, why?”

You’d practised this speech a dozen times over the last two weeks, but as you sat in front of her, you couldn’t help feeling unbearably inept for this job.

“I, uh, It’s my passion I suppose, clothes are my passion.” You were winging it, and you were sure she knew that too, “I believe in my talent of transforming people. I know clothes are the first ingredient to one’s self expression, and to have a part of that in a company, sorry, your company, would mean the world to me.”

You watched her intently as her shoulders fell slightly, and a small smile creeped up on her face. She sat back in her seat again, reaching down into the open drawer as she pulled out a pair of glasses and a sheet of paper.

Her glasses sat on the tip of her hooked nose as she read over the piece of paper in silence. You let your eyes wander the room again, too anxious to sit there and just stare at her. You noticed behind her a framed news article;

First Queer Female CEO Debuts Her Fashion Magazine

It was dated 20 years ago. You found yourself feeling almost proud of her, which was a weird feeling considering she’s made steps in the industry you could only dream to achieve.

Queer

That word stuck out to you, obviously. You knew she was gay, you could spot it off of her from a mile off, but to be accredited correctly, to be publicly praised by those parasite newspapers as a queer woman, it was admirable to say the least.

“You had your own clothing brand?” She asked suddenly, jolting you back into your reality.

“Uh yes, I did.”

“What happened to it?” She placed the paper down, removing her glasses simultaneously.

You shifted uncomfortably for a moment, the harsh memories of a failed business venture flooding in.

“It was my dream for a long time and it was working too,” your nose scrunched as you heard yourself refer to your baby as a thing of the past. It was never something you spoke about, and if you did, you always downplayed the hurt that came from it.

“Then, money got tight, I had to support my sickly mother which also meant less time spent working on my brand, eventually my partner that I’d built the brand with just couldn’t keep up with it on their own.”

There was a crisp silence afterwards, a silence you knew too well, a pity silence. You hated pity.

She read the name of your former brand, “five years with profit after the first year though,” she looked up at you from the page, “it’s more of a success story than you might expect.”

“You don’t need to be nice about it, I-“ you shook off,

“I’m not being nice, I’m being honest.” She interrupted you, like what you said was almost offensive.

Despite the cold delivery of it, you could hear the warmth that lingered beneath, and it made you smile.

“Y/n, I’m gonna be honest,”

You braced yourself for the worst,

“Besides your personal brand, you don’t have nearly enough experience or education for this role.”

There it was.

“But,” she accentuated, like she could see your heart breaking in real time, “I like you.”

Your brows still wound tightly together, you looked up at her with feigned curiosity.

“You have an energy I think I’ve been needing in this company, I like your confidence in your work, I also like how you’re not quick to praise yourself, even when you might deserve it.” You noticed the gap in her teeth for the first time as she flashed a crooked smile.

“Tell you what,” she moved to stand up, and for some reason you followed her lead again, “I’m gonna talk to some people, see what we can do for you,”

She stepped towards you, looking faithfully into her eyes as her hands easily found a post-it note and pen. She cupped your hand in hers as she placed both items into yours,

“Write down your number and email, and I’ll personally let you know what the decision is, okay?” She whispered, the close proximity and her hand still cupping yours making for a strangely intimate moment.

“Okay.” You barely got out as you began writing your details down, drawing a little heart on the corner of the note, “shit, force of habit, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you did good, sweetheart, like I said you would.”

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Mel sits across from Sevika, interest piqued by the stone cold glare she casts to the rest of the council.

Sevika, so well known to everyone yet so unknown to me…

She thinks to herself.

She catches Sevikas eyes as they scan the room, holding them as they linger on Mel for a little while longer than the others.

(Would love to write another fic about them)

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she just wants a smoke bruj

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Sevika Redraw from Arcane season 2 trailer

Can't wait for November. I missed her so much.

[sevikasbeloved]

God, I feel bad that I’m not posting any new sevika content, the last few months have been a ROLLERCOASTER - from getting back into the hellish cesspool that is the lesbian dating scene, to finishing education for good! And so much more - but I am excited to know that I have so much free time to write now! And with the upcoming s2 I’m very much getting inspired to do so :)

Pls bear with me Sevika nation love u all💗

P.s

I’m absolutely reading all these new oneshots and fics to absorb myself back into my absolutely undying obsession with wifey

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Yes.

im so normal about sevika on shimmer…and the thought of her fucking you relentlessly im so goddamn normal about it

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Thinking about how everyone on the arcane show has some form of family, besides Sevika …

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I'm so tired seeing her getting her ass kicked and it's a shame like THIS WOMAN IS A UNIT!!!

Her body tea. She's super thick. She's super pretty💖

Idc she's 6'0 to me

I do love seeing characters all bloodied up from a fight. I truly do, and I feel like we don't appreciate that art enough.

Lost a fight to Vi and got a lightsaber sword second round like good for her.

Like I do understand why folks would go FERAL especially if she grabs you like this

Her voice is music to ears ✨️

She doesn't get enough credit for all the shit being handed to her. From dealing with snakes and silco's business to losing to a pair of sisters and needing to repair her arm each time. Hopefully, she finally quits smokin and train harder cause Finn did say there's bigger fish than silco. Who really knows

[sevikasbeloved]

What does your muse smell like? Cigar smoke, mechanical lube, a faint undertone of burnt shimmer. Sweat, the tang of hot metal, leather and hard liquor.

What does your muse's hands feel like? One is a physical laborer's hand; rough and calloused from years of brawling and hard work. The other is cold to the touch, the kiss of metal and the promise of blood, of retribution, of force. Both hands are well trained in precise pressure and force; both know how to hold, and both know how to kill.

Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? Sevika taps her foot when she's concentrating on something; a nervous energy quietly vented. When she doesn't know an area, she silently observes and takes in what she can see; the room, the people, the energy. Are they talking openly, or do they look like they're sharing secrets? Are people standing at ease, or tense?

Her ego can get the better of her, cockiness wrestling reason from her mind. A brute is a brute, after all, no matter how wise and clever she's gotten over the years.

Is your muse affectionate? How so? She is affectionate--out of the public eye. It shows differently, depending on the people. To Silco, it's a soft word of advice or support, to her girls down at Babette's it's pet names and bites to the neck.

To the one she calls her own? She isn't sure. She has never felt a strong romantic pullto anyone, before, but that doens't mean it's impossible. She's a busy woman, running the operation of the Eye and guarding the Lanes even now. Sevika knows and cherishes the importance of connection, but she also knows she's one of the only things keeping Silco alive, and in power.

What position does your muse sleep in? On her right side, usually. When times she's feeling restless, she sleeps on her stomach while she writes in her journal. Nothing spicy or confidential ever makes it's way there- it's simply grounding, for her, to get her thoughts out of her head when she's trying to go to sleep.

Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? Yes, and that's the point. Sevika doesn't need to hide, ever; hardly anybody beats her in hand-to-hand combat, and if she's paying you a business visit? You fucked up, and she's there to make sure you know it.

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SEVIKA BOXER AU

Part 1 | part 2

It’s finally here! And I want to say I’m so sorry for how long it’s taken, I’ve dealt with writers block (which I knew was coming if I’m honest) and then just regular life shit aswell but I didn’t forget about this and I hope it lives up to expectations.

I’ve posted this on AO3 and decided to split it into two parts due to how long it ended up being. Part one is the plot, part two is the… yk… anyways ;)

Enjoy <3

P.s.

I love receiving those requests for oneshots/sevika x readers so if you have any fantasies please don’t hesitate to send me one and hopefully I can bring it to life <3

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PART 2 - BOXER AU

NSFW

After it had all died down, you found yourself alone finally with Sevika. She sat down on the metal bench in the middle of the locker room, and you joined her, sitting on her lap as you quietly inspected her cuts and bruises on her face.

“I can’t believe he got you this good.” You mumbled as you wiped away the fresh blood with a warm and damp washcloth.

“Yeah, me too.” She husked, although her tone seemed as though she was focused on something entirely different from the conversation you had started.

You smiled, biting the plump of your lip each time she tried fighting back a wince every time you’d hit a deep cut. Your thumbs rubbed against her cheeks as your eyes stayed absorbed on each other. Your close proximity allowed you to hear the rapid beating of her heart, paired with her sudden deepening breaths. You looked at her from beneath furrowed eyebrows, trying to read her clearly unrested mind.

Like she knew you were looking for an answer, her hand hooked onto the joining straps of your dress, the other gliding up and down your waist.

“I couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you.” She whispered, “Everyday I was away from home, I would only think about you.”

You tucked your bottom lip entirely between your teeth, biting back an even bigger smile than what was already plastered on your face.

“What were you thinking about?” You hummed, your hands cupping around her neck as you rested your forehead against hers, feeling dampness from the sweat and blood on her face.

“Was thinking about holding you, loving you,” she husked, “fuckin’ you silly.”

Your heart skipped a beat, travelling to your member as you felt her hips buck up into you, causing your dress to ride up just a little, the slit sitting even more dangerously high on your thigh.

Her fingers that toyed with your straps rose to your plump lips, her thumb grazing against your bottom.

“Fuck, you look so good right now.” She growled, immediately pulling you into a raunchy kiss, her tongue forcing its way between your lips as she explored your mouth like it was the last thing she would do.

You moaned into the kiss, your body rocking into her front. She broke the kiss as she looked at you from beneath lowered eyelids, her breaths deep and sparse.

“How bout you let me make up for all the days you’ve missed me?” She said, her hands already wandering your body, fingertips curling as they curved into the dip between your thighs through the slit in your dress.

“I dunno, Sevi, you’re all roughed up from that fight, maybe we should take it easy tonight.” You said as you straddled her, her knee ever so slightly bouncing up against your clothed clit, making your concerns sound less serious than they were as you poorly attempted to muffle a whine.

“Baby, listen,” she muttered, her forehead flush against yours, “this shimmer is runnin’ through me like a goddamn viagra, so, either I fuck the shit out of you right here, or I tear apart this locker room.”

You bit your lip, biting back a smile,

“Oh well, we can’t have that can we?” You whisper in her ear as you begin to nip at her earlobe.

She pulls your body in close to hers, bucking her hips up purposefully to rile you further. You groaned into her ear, only egging her on further as she took your sarcastic retort as a go ahead, picking you up like you weighed nothing as she laid you out against the warmed bench.

She wasted no time as she began running her hands up the length of your thighs, bending down as her lips placed chaste kisses on their way up.

“Oh my god- I’ve missed you so- much.” She mumbled through shallow breaths in between kisses.

You couldn’t help a giggle at the complete adoration she showered you with, feeling like you were young again and fucking her for the first time.

Her fingers stroked along your barely clothed member, your thong leaving little to imagination as her fingers quickly became coated in your juices.

“Damn, baby, you’re so wet for me.” She almost groaned, pressed her slick covered fingers to her lips as she licked them, her eyes still vibrant in their right as she watched your reactions.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, the sight almost being enough to send you reeling, but the sudden sharp feeling of her hand groping your sensitive breasts had your eyes shooting open again as you wriggled under her sinful gaze.

“You’re not gonna wanna miss any of this, baby girl.” She chuckled, standing up to her full height as she began pulling her dirtied tank and sports bra off, letting her breasts slip out and sit pretty against her toned abdomen.

“Fuck, sev.” An impish smile found itself on your face as you beheld the god given sight. She always knew you were obsessed with her body, oftentimes comparing her to the Greek gods with her always trumping them all.

Always.

Your hand mindlessly found its way between your thighs as you watched her chest rise and fall, the sweat glistening underneath the warm, overhead locker room lighting. You began drawing circles against your clit, your back arching as you noticed that all too familiar sadist smile finding its way across her face.

You expected her to stop you, but she let you please yourself as you watched her, her eyes never once looking at the wilder and faster circles you were rubbing against your clit. You whimpered, wanting nothing more than her to snatch your hand away, replacing them with her own skillful ones.

“Keep going for me, I wanna see you cum just by looking at me.” She grumbled, feeling a heat rise in her own cunt as she watched you writhe, your legs barely holding themselves up as they fell limp on either side of the bench you laid on.

“Please, Sev, I need you so bad!” You cried, your wrists burning up as you moaned through the smaller waves of an oncoming tsunami.

“I can see that, love.” She chuckled deeply, her hands resting against the waistband on her bottoms, thumbs toying with your feelings as they teased and pulled on her shorts, revealing just an inch of the dark hairs on her pussy.

“Fuck!” You groaned, another wave of pleasure going through you again, you felt your eyes pool with warm tears, a big part of you not wanting to make yourself cum when she was standing right fucking there.

But her frame, the way she stared at you like you were the only woman in the world she desired, her deep chuckles, the pet names she gave you…

You felt your cunt twist and coil as your hole tightened around your fingers, forcing you to curl the tips of your fingers, hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle.

“Sev, please, please, I don’t wann- come without you!” You spluttered out in a moment, feeling the peak approaching ever fast.

Her eyes finally snapped down to your sopping cooch, her eyes dilating impossibly so as her hand came flying out to your hand, stopping you dead in your tracks, leaving your pussy throbbing around your fingers.

She moved her hand off your wrist, immediately pressing her thumb to your clit, stroking it slowly, your hole quickly loosening its grip as you pulled out of yourself, fighting your own body’s desire for release as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“You close, baby?” She whispered, leaning down into the side of your neck as she sucked against the thin skin, knowing damn well it’d leave a mark.

You hummed meekly, her voice practically muffled as your mind stayed on her thumb that teasingly ghosted over your swollen clit.

Her free hand grabbed the hand that was just inside of you, taking your slick coated fingers into her mouth, her tongue cleaning it smooth before letting it slip back out with a pop. She let your arm fall above your head, as she stood up again.

She stepped over your body, pulling her shorts and boxers off in one go, leaving you with nothing but the sight of her naked muscular figure, dripping in sweat, blood infused with shimmer even still.

“You were never gonna come without me, Angel,” she said, pushing your dress up around your waist as she grabbed your right leg, holding it up as she slotted herself between your legs, her breath hitching as your wet cunts met.

“Just wanted to see you squirm.” She mumbled as though it was meant for herself.

You rolled your eyes, she was still the same old Sevika.

“Fuck you,” you chuckled, though it faded into a dull moan as she adjusted herself against you, smirking as she heard you.

“You’re about to.”

In an instant, she rutted against you, beginning a steady rockin rhythm as she held your leg in between her breasts. Strained moans left your lips, the feeling of her strong body, overtaking yours pushing you to a level of bliss you’d never thought you’d reach.

You felt yourself teetering already, completely forgetting how close you were from before, your half lidded eyes gazed at Sevika who, as she picked up her pace, her sharp breaths matching her intensity, you knew she wasn’t anywhere near done.

You tapped her side lazily, your eyes struggling unbelievably to stay open,

“I’m so close-“ you breathed, your fingers scratching against her lower back as you felt that same coil wring tight.

“You got it baby, just ride through it for me.” She grunted, her grinds becoming slower yet as you watched through blurry eyes, you saw the way her back and ass rolled like water into your cunt, your clits rubbing raw against each other.

All the air left your lungs as your head fell to its side, your eyes succumbing to your inevitable release as your eyes closed shut, and your upper body convulsed.

Sevika kept going though, her slowed pace extending your orgasm, forcing you to take in a deep breath, a string of squeals and moans escaping your lips in an instant as you came back to reality, still being fucked out of your mind.

“Cmon baby- just a bit longer- hold on for me.” She panted, her grip on your leg getting tighter as she ground her hips into yours, hitting every sensitive part of your pussy without hesitation.

Tears didn’t dither from your eyes as they came streaming out, overstimulation bordering on its limit. But despite the stabbing butterflies you felt, the pleasure that resided above you, that rippled through your body, made you never want to stop.

You muttered vulgar words of encouragement, stained with ‘I love yous’ and ‘keep going’s’ as you felt her body begin to twitch above yours. She rutted into you once more before her body almost folded in half, her foot finding its floor again as she raised her cunt from yours.

After a couple shared deep breaths you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows, slapping her ass lightly to get her attention again. Her head, tucked down into her chest, turned slowly to look at you, the sweat acting as a lament for her hair as it stuck to her face and neck.

“C'mere, babe.” You hummed.

She leaned over to you, placing her forearm beside your head as she looked down at you, her nose grazing lightly against yours, airy breaths fanning your face as her tired eyes gazed into yours.

“Hi,” you whispered, observing as her eyes finally began fading from violet back to their starry greys.

She scoffed, combing her fingers through your hair as she moved to kiss you gently on your lips.

“Love you, baby.” She smiled against your lips.

“Forever.”

[sevikasbeloved]

PART 1 - BOXER AU

It’d been a month since you last saw your girlfriend, and it was killing you.

Of course you knew that dating a boxer would come with consequences like these, her training sending her away for months at a time, abstaining from relaxing Sundays, your world famous cooking and most of all you. The last thing you struggled to handle as much as the others, not knowing her touch for days was already too much for you but a whole month…

You felt your body turning in on itself.

However, today you walked with a pep in your step and a smile on your face, because that long standing streak would be broken, and she was finally coming home.

She knew you’d be at her fight, and you imagined she was just as gripped with anticipation as you were, for more reasons than just seeing you.

You put on your nicest dress, a sparkly gold one that slit itself dangerously high on your thigh, just as she’d like it. You tied your hair up so her favourite part of you was shown in full glory, ready to be stained with her lips.

You walked over to your dresser, pulling out a sleek black box. Inside was the most gorgeously elegant necklace she’d gotten you after her biggest victory. As your hand ran along the diamond encrusted chain, you could feel tears welling up in your face.

You weren’t one for material things, but you knew that was her own way of showing you how much she valued you, and boy, was it a lot.

You took the necklace from its box, taking yourself back in front of the mirror as you put it to your neck, clasping it easily so it hung just below your collarbones.

You smiled at your own reflection, knowing how much she’d appreciate the effort you’d gone to, even though she always said,

‘You’re already enough, without all the extra.’

___

The venue was booming, the line to get in stretching around the corner and across the street. Eyes looked on you like you were a goddess incarnate as you walked coolly past the long stretch of people, all dressed up almost as well as you.

These boxing matches weren’t your typical run of the mill. People would put their life savings on a winner, rich people. A part of you didn’t enjoy the spectacle that Sevika had become, the ‘scary lady’ men wanted to get a peek at and women wanted to court. But you knew at the heart of it, it was what Sevika loved to do, and she was damn good at doing what she loved.

As you reached the front door to the venue a tall yet stocky security guard dressed in all black caught your glistening attire, immediately recognising you. He approached you with a gentle smile, ushering you ahead and into the building.

Cameras flashed on you, almost obstructing your view as you cautiously stepped ahead of your guard, weaving through the press asking you probing questions about your lover.

“Tell us Miss, what does Sevika do on her off days?”

“Is she as good in bed as she is in the ring?”

You rolled your eyes, ducking your head as you hid a smile, sure that everyone could guess the answer to it if they saw the red blush on your cheeks.

You were directed into the main arena, the pure size of it making you feel a little queasy. As you walked down the aisle you spotted a small promotional sign reading;

It’s simple!

No rules, regulations, just pure fighting!

Your heart sank.

You’d seen that sign many times, and even still it made your heart drop like it was the first time you were seeing it. As said earlier, these tournaments were no run of the mill fights, they were uncut and uncensored, pure blood fighting.

A fight to the death, if you were lucky, and if you were unlucky, life long damage that would kill your career faster than you could blink.

You grabbed a seat in one of the front boxes, looking around at the empty stadium moments before it filled. You imagined what Sevika had to have been doing, prepping for her fight, doing her final weigh in, thinking about you.

Her name shone in bright lights on the jumbotron ahead of you, forcing you to take a breath. It was scary, you couldn’t lie. There were times you imagined you’d be sitting front stage as you watched her life be taken, and all for entertainment.

But it hadn’t happened, not yet anyways.

The room burst into music and chatter as the doors opened to the general public, your head swivelled round as you watched people flood into the building, scurrying to find their seats.

“Are you ready to rumble?!” A faceless voice roared as the crowd roared louder.

People across the stadium began banging the back of their seats and stomping their feet, shaking the foundation of the room. A small smile fell on your face despite your previous anxieties. Despite their bloodthirst, the crowd always brought the energy expected at an event this major.

“That’s what I like to hear!” The voice exclaimed, “let’s not waste any more of your precious time and welcome our beloved fighters.”

The cheers grew louder than you imagined they could ever be.

“Y’all know him best, the hornet, the python,” the voice rattled the crowd into an even bigger frenzy. Sevika’s opponent was a surprise and it had been that way for the past three fights, since people could guess who’d win before the fight would start, “the town's meanest sheriff, Marcus!”

Oh fuck.

The smile on your face dropped. Marcus played dirty and no rules meant he was glorified for it. There was rumour that he’d once stabbed his opponent to get his victory, hiding the blade between his teeth. You fucking hated him, and Sevika damn sure didn’t respect him.

She was a fair fighter to a fault, her prowess proving more than enough to win countless fights. You’d both spoken of the possibility that one day she’d have to square off with him, but you never imagined it would actually happen, because you never imagined she’d agree to fight him.

“Alright, alright, simmer down ladies and gentlemen, as I have yet to introduce to you,” he paused dramatically and the crowd fell quiet, but you could feel the buzz of energy arising again as everyone waited with bated breaths, “Our undefeated champ, the one we all wish we could be…”

The crowd, unable to hold its applause erupted again, and this time you joined too, whooping along with everyone else,

“The panther, our very own scary lady, SEVIKAAAA!” He screamed, his voice almost turning singsongy as the music played again, booming violently along with the flashing strobe lights.

You stood from your seat, cupping your hands to your lips as you cheered raucously. Suddenly the strobe lights honed in on two separate parts of the stadium.

Marcus emerged first, wearing a dark blue robe to match with his blue gloves and shorts. He hopped on his toes as he punched the air, winking grossly at the camera, his face supersized on the jumbotron.

He made his way to the ring, backed by his crew who were all matching with his colour palette, trading his gloves for some corny ass sunglasses. You rolled your eyes.

He hopped around the ring energetically, blowing kisses to the audience who cheered him on and raised a closed fist at the ones who booed. He made his way to your side, leaning up against the rope as he looked at you with a cocky grin.

“Hi there Sevika’s girlfriend, sorry in advance, I’ll try not to send her home on a stretcher.” He teased, not bothering to wait by you for a reaction as he returned to the rest of the crowd to receive his premature praise.

The music suddenly changed, the bass of it stopping Marcus right where he stood as he turned to face her corner.

“She’s here…” the voice called out teasingly.

You scoffed as you watched Marcus’ face shine with a sliver of doubt. You turned, leaning anxiously against your seat as you peaked over multiple heads to try to get a good look.

The music had switched to more dark and foundation shaking music. You couldn’t get a good look from where you were as you heard the crowd scream out, pointing to her entrance, so you turned to face the jumbotron, and in all her glory, there she was.

Just feet from where you sat, Sevika wore her hair into a tight bun, donning a rich gold and purple combo on her shorts and sports bra, a royal purple robe shrouded over her muscular body. She walked out alone, her head bowed as her face remained hidden by the large hood over her head.

You bit your lip just at the sight, this the first time you’d seen her in months and you could feel your stomach turn a thousand times as you switched between her walkway and the jumbotron, trying not to miss her in person despite being unable to see her immediately.

Then she rounded the corner, and she was there, finally, in the flesh. You’d almost forgotten how tall she was, at least in comparison to you and over half the attendees, and Marcus.

You gazed over at him for a second, noticing how his jaw tightened at the sheer sight of her, but as you turned back you saw Sevika standing right infront of you.

Your face glowed, and you stood up immediately, hugging her tightly. Her arms came around your waist, pulling you against the divider between you.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” She whispered in your ear.

“Missed you more.” You giggled, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

She looked from beneath her hood at you, her sterling eyes looking at you with complete adoration.

“Look at that ladies and gentlemen, isn’t that just something!” The voice called out again, reminding the two of you of the stadium filled with people.

A camera came up beside the two of you, supersizing your intimate scene onto the jumbotron. You waved at the camera with a smile, Sevika’s chuckle rumbling through your body pressed against hers.

You leaned into her side again,

“Win this and come home to me, okay?” You whispered, the crowd cheering not only Sevika but now also you on, scattered wolf whistles filling the arena.

She flashed a toothy smile at you then turned away, letting her gloved arm ghost against your body for a little while before hopping up into the ring, meeting with Marcus head to head.

She stood towering over him for just a second, before shrugging her robe off and tossing it off the side of the ring. A short man came running behind her, picking it up in one hand and in another holding a bottle of water with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Her coach. He’d been by her side for close to a decade and had practically become family, and as long as he was there you trusted she’d be okay.

“Let’s get it started, the fight we’ve all been anticipating!” The voice said, his words ushering Sevika and Marcus into position on each side of the ring.

In a flash it started, the sound of a bell chiming had them hot on their feet, dancing around the ring, circling each other like sharks.

Marcus was fast with the first punch, socking her in her abdomen, but she hardly flinched, taking that second where his defences were down to side hook him, sending his stumbling into the rope.

The crowd went wild and so did you, anxious in your seat, you cheered louder than anyone in there. He gained his footing again, shaking his head straight as he hopped on his toes again, throwing out false punches in hopes to psyche her out, but she didn’t waver, not one bit.

He came in again, connecting a punch to her jaw, then her side. She faltered back a step, the hit to her jaw causing her to lose her bearing a little, but again, as expected, she was back without a second for Marcus to revel in it.

She didn’t hit him back though, the crowd jeering her on to take a hit, but you could see the look on her face. She was learning his moves, studying him as the match progressed.

___

The first couple rounds had passed and both of them had gotten their hits in but Marcus looked tired, wary. Sevika sat on her stool, arms stretched across the rope as her coach dabbed her glistening forehead, flailing his arms about as he spoke tactics and moves.

Once he had finished his rambling she picked up her bottle taking a long sip of water. She folded her body over placing it down again, looking over her shoulder at you with a wink. You could only blush, still feeling as giddy as the first day she pulled you.

She stood up again for the third round, rolling her shoulders back as she stood head to head with Marcus. You watched Marcus say something with a bloody smile, his head cocking over to you. Your brows furrowed but before Sevika could respond and you could process anything, the bell rang again and they were off.

Whatever Marcus had said to Sevika had obviously pissed her off, because she was on him like a bloodhound, throwing wild punches at every weak point on his body, forcing him back into his corner. The crowd went crazy, people standing from their seats, thrusting their fists in the air in an attempt to get in on the action from where they were sat.

She let up, stepping back as Marcus put his weight on the rope behind him. He spat out a spitball of blood, staining the ring's flooring. He looked at her with murderous rage.

You couldn’t help feeling nervous. As much as you didn’t like Marcus you were very well attuned to his fights, and you knew when he was backed into a corner, just as he was now, that’s when he played as dirty as the ground beneath him.

He tucked his hands into his pants, then put said hand into his mouth. Some of the crowd groaned in disgust, but the ones that knew him, sat on the edge of their seats.

Suddenly, he started tweaking, his head seemingly imbalanced on his head, he craned it backwards as he screamed out, and when his head knocked back forward and you saw the purple in his eyes, your mouth stuttered open, and not a breath came from it as you could only stare on in horror.

You saw Sevika falter back, and your heart sank lower than you imagined it could, she was scared. You could see it in the way her arms contracted and her shoulders tensed up.

“Getcha head in the game, Sevika, bloody hell!” Her coach yelled from the sidelines.

Her head swivelled to his voice, shaken by the state of Marcus, the effects of shimmer taking over his smaller frame, his body now built like a beast.

In a moment Marcus was on her, toppling her over as he pummelled her face in. You stood up, your knuckles turning sticking sharply from your hand as you gripped the divider.

“No!” You screamed, tears welling in your eyes.

This was one of those things you hated. Watching her take a beating. But this one was worse than all the other ones, she’d never been toppled like she was, beat like she was.

“Sevika, fucking get up! Get up!” You screamed again, in a hope to get through to what you could imagine was a tunnel vision moment for her.

Her arms wrapped around his bulging body as she struggled with him on the ground.

“C’mon, baby, you got this!” You called out again.

She turned him over so she was now above him, their roles reversed within seconds as she began pounding his head in.

The crowd, as if affected by the shimmer themselves roared, probably never having seen a fight this close before, especially a fight with Sevika.

Marcus seemed almost unaffected by the hits, and Sevika was looking down at him, her eyes wild as she kept hitting and hitting and hitting and…

The bell went again, signalling the end of the round.

She stood up from him, hurrying back to her side. He got up a moment after, limping over to his. You didn’t even give Marcus a second look as you searched for Sevika’s eyes, but she was standing talking to her coach, her leg bouncing on the lowest rope that lined the ring.

Her coach reached into his pocket, pulling out a vial with purple liquid inside. Her face scrunched at the sight as murmurs filled the arena. As everyone knew, Sevika was a pure blood fighter. She’d never taken anything to enhance her performance, but you could see now in her face that she was really considering it.

She looked over at you, a conflicting expression plain on her face. You knew what she was saying without a word shared between you.

You nodded.

She picked up her bottle, practically snatching the vial from her coach's hand, mixing the shimmer into the last bit of her water.

“What’s this? Sevika is taking shimmer?! People of the night, this is raring to be one for the books!” The voice narrated the scene in front of you.

She shook the bottle, the shade turning a soft purple colour. She looked at the liquid sloshing around, like she was still debating for a moment on whether she’d make that choice. She looked back at Marcus who’s eyes were still vibrant and jaw was still trembling despite how spent his body looked. She turned back, flaring her nostrils as she worked up the courage to drink it.

And she did, she drank it all.

She closed her eyes, leaning her hands against the top rope as she let the shimmer run through her system.

Marcus was already standing, his fists up by his face as he waited impatiently for the bell to go, not bothering to wait for Sevika to meet him in the middle again.

Then that thrice chiming and foreboding sound rang throughout the arena.

Marcus charged at her, pulling his right arm back, ready to sneak her from behind. Like the shimmer had perfected her quick timings, her hand shot out behind her, grabbing him by his face, an unbelievable scene, her hand easily covering the entirety of it.

His hands flailed wildly as he tried to reach her at arm's length. Her eyes peeled open, and lit up with a vibrancy you’d never seen before. She grinned easily, cockily almost.

Her body turned impossibly as she held Marcus in his place. She pulled her other arm back, then thrust it forward slamming it into his stomach, knocking him to the ground without trouble.

She walked over to him coolly, bending down as he struggled to catch a breath, evidently winded by her blow. She watched him as he spluttered and coughed up blood, the fighting pressures finally breaking him.

Through the roars of the crowd you could hear her chuckle as she peered down at him. He lurched up trying to hit her but she dodged it easily, returning his weak attempt with a swift blow to his face.

The crowd went silent as they waited for his next move. But it was in vain, as Sevika and the rest of the stadium watched him call in defeat, completely unconscious by her final blow.

It was so quiet. You never imagined a crowd like this could hold a silence this long.

“She’s done it again…” the voice said, almost emotional at the display, “SHE’S GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN!” He said even louder, moving the crowd into a belting applause.

She stood up, her eyes still glowing purple as she raised her fists in the air, circling his limp figure as she welcomed the adulations of the crowd.

You stood up, rounding the divider as you jumped onto the stage with ease, Sevika noticing you in an instant as she grabbed you, spinning you around in her arms.

You both shared in laughter, squeezing each other impossibly tight.

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[sevikasbeloved]

HAHAHA THIS GOT ME GIGGLING SO MUCH

I didn’t even realise it was a Wednesday I’m sickkk

Not a request but just cant stop thinking about stripper!sevika in a masc fucktoy outfit. I need her to tie my hands behind my back and give me a magic mike dance

I know you said this is not a request but how could I not take this as an opportunity…

(Went on a ramble honestly and lost myself in this lmao, as usual)

Men + Minors dni

NSFW

Everyone and their mother went to the gardens on a Friday night since Babette had introduced stripper nights. The halls were packed all through, the only space to breathe being the private rooms, but of course you’d have to pay for that breath and then some.

You however weren’t looking for some one on one fun with one of the many talented ladies, no, you were there exclusively to see your favourite.

You weaved quickly through the thirsty crowd as they all clamoured and gawked at the ladies that teased behind their curtains with coy smiles, finding yourself at at the double doors just at the end of the hallway.

Miguel, who’s person you’d come to know too well, gave you a familiar smile, letting you through without question as he held a hand out for the men trying to sneak past him after you.

The door shut firmly behind you and the darkness of the room engulfed you at once. You remembered your first time here, your heart panging out of your chest as you felt your body freeze up at the sudden darkness.

But you were now all to familiar with how things went on nights like these. A smile, hidden by the blackness of the room, grew softly on your face as you waited by the door, and then it happened.

A bright flash went at once, and you could make out the silhouette of a tall and muscular woman, leaning her weight up against the pole that stood on a stage just feet away from you.

Then the room went dark again.

You realised as you waited in the darkness that you didn’t see anyone around, lounging about on the chaises that were scattered about the room.

Suddenly that pang in your chest that you thought you were finally rid of in this place came back, almost knocking you over. You could hear your own breaths, feeling the intensity of what was to come before you could feel or see it.

Music began swirling around the room. It was slow and sultry, yet dark and brooding, just like her.

Lights flashed again, this time in a harsh red colour, and you could see her again, her presence as large as the entirety of the room.

“Don’t be afraid, come closer.” She husked, her voice sure that you’d follow her orders, and she was right, because even through the darkness, you walked, using muscle memory alone to find the stage.

The dark of the room, paired with the music heightened your senses, but when you felt her breath touch against the skin of your neck you imagined in a moment your knees would give way.

“We gonna do this in the dark, or are you gonna give me a show?” You said in an effort to regain some sense of control.

You only heard her dark chuckle, the stomp of her boot as she made her way back to the stage, a small huff of breath leaving from between your parted lips.

Streams of light centred onto the stage infront of you, igniting a flame of light onto her taut body. You felt your eyes widen at the sight.

She wore leather pants that hugged her thighs tightly, sitting dangerously low on her v-line, a happy trail peaking just above it. Her top half was full bondage, a thick leather strap crossing her chest and attaching to more thinner straps that shaped around her shoulders and underarms perfectly. It lined against a sleeveless, cropped hoodie, her face shadowed so you could only see the cocky grin plastered on her lips.

You involuntarily licked your own as you watched her abs fall and rise with her calm yet anticipating breaths.

She crouched down to your levels, her eyes finally catching yours, their burning gaze making you unable to look away.

She was insatiable.

“You look good.” She said, her eyes raking your body.

“So do you.” You whispered, your voice unable to reach a higher level than that.

You stepped closer to the stage, and she leaned closer to you in turn.

“What’s with the empty room?”

Her grin grew.

“You struggling to get customers tonight?” You teased.

“You know why it’s empty, darlin’.” Her finger and thumb raised to your face, grazing against your jaw lightly before standing up again.

You hadn’t noticed how zeroed in on her you were until she walked away from you, the music suddenly coming back into your mind. You leaned up against the edge of the stage, watching her round the pole slowly.

She gripped the metal, swinging herself around in another, faster circle. She quickly lifted herself off the ground, both hands now gripping the pole as she spun her godlike body easily in the air, defying gravity like it was her second nature to do so.

Your hand unconsciously reached into your pocket as you fisted a wad of cash, pulling it out to hold between your fingers, counting each bill as you looked at her wantingly.

She slowed her pace, finally coming to a stop as she approached you again. You stood straight, a shy smile on your face as she hopped off the stage again, towering over you immediately.

She pulled the money from your hands without any restraint from you,

“Your moneys no good tonight, princess.” She hummed, flicking it between her fingers before holding it over your head.

“Wha-“ You tried to protest but she released the cash, letting it fall between the two of you and onto the floor.

Your eyes followed the cash as it hit the floor without a sound, her hand immediately coming to raise your face to hers again.

“You’re my best customer, it’s only fair I give you a treat in return.”

Your brows pinched together as you tried to piece together what she might’ve been getting at. But as though she heard your thoughts, or more likely, saw it plain on your face, she grabbed you by the waist, taking steps into your personal space, forcing you back into a single plush chair.

“Sevika I-“ you hesitated, unsure of where you stood if not her customer amidst a dozen other eyes.

Her knee came between your legs, forcing them open, and she leaned down into your space, using her thumb to toy with your lower lip.

“Do you want this?” She whispered, the hairs on your arms rising like shards of glass on your skin.

You could only nod, a sudden lump in your throat leaving you incapable of speaking or even thinking.

Her head dipped into your neck as she licked a warm strip from your collarbone to your ear, whispering against the shell of it,

“I meant it when I said you looked good tonight.”

A hushed sigh left your lips as you let your body relax as she began to have her way with you. She also seemed to have meant it when she said this was a treat for you, as when pulled away and looked at you like there was no one else in the world more beautiful, you could only believe it.

She moved down to her knees, cupping her hands under yours as she pulled you forward, her teeth grazing against the skin that teased just below your skirt before she planted warm kisses, trailing them until the moment your skirt began to rise, then she pulled away again.

You let out a stout breath through your nose as you bit your lip in anticipation of where this might’ve been going. Her steely eyes found yours low and desperate, a grin on her face wiped away as she licked the length of her bottom lip.

“Tell me what you want.” She demanded in a low tone, her hands kneading into the plush of your thigh.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realised what she was asking, you realised you didn’t even know the answer, or more likely, you didn’t know how far she was willing to take this.

“Don’t be shy about it, tell me.” She said, like she could hear the thoughts in your head.

You couldn’t muster up the confidence to tell her, so you used your body, you moved your hips forward, closing the space between your cunt and her lips. Her eyes flickered down then back up to you in an instant, a Cheshire grin stretching across her face.

“M’gonna need you to say it, Darlin’.”

Your eyes averted from her bold gaze, evidently out of your comfort zone to ask such vulgar things of a virtual stranger you saw maybe one or twice a week.

“I want you to,” you started, letting your eyes finish your sentence as you looked to your lower half.

“You almost got it, baby.” She teased, knowing full well what you were asking for.

“Sevika, please.” You huffed, growing more impatient and horny as her hands began moving further into the apex of your thighs, pulling you dangerously closer to her mouth.

You could see her getting impatient with her own teasing, her breaths becoming deeper.

“Yeah, baby?” She hummed, placing a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.

“I want you to taste me.” You said, imagining it to seem more restrained but the mewl that followed as her nails dug into your skin at the sound of your words made you wish you’d be just been outright with it.

“Yeah?”

“Please.” You sighed, your head falling back and eyes shutting, the strobe lights penetrating through your lids being the only thing that reminded you this was real.

“As you want.” Was the final thing she said as she shoved your skirt so that it bunched around your waist.

She wasted no time as she pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to pull it off of you. Her tounge flattened against your folds, pushing them apart as she licked a strip through your member, the tip of it curling as she reached your clit.

You gasped, the air leaving your lungs as your lurched forward, watching as the slick connected her tounge to your body, making your hole clench around nothingness.

You whimpered at the sight, unable to take your eyes off the domineering woman. She stared at you as she went down on you again, this time focusing on your clit as she flicked her tounge against the hood, your hips bucking every time she’d hit an extra sensitive spot.

Her hands came to your hips, holding them down as she took your clit inbetween her lips, alternating between sucking and licking as she stirred up that warmth in your lower stomach.

“Fuck, Sev, I-“ your brain felt like soup as she ate you out with passion, her own groans thrumming through you like a vibrator.

Her mouth lifted from your clit, a noise you could call no less than pathetic escaping your lips as your eyes flew open to her.

“You good?” She asked.

How couldn’t you be, when she was there on her knees, lips and chin covered in your glistening slick, her eyes dilated as she struggled to take her eyes off your cunt, and even when she was checking on you, she seemed soaked in desire and all for you, so how couldn’t you be good?

“Yeah, definitely.” You said in response, despite your head reeling with how to make this happen a hundred times over.

She chuckled lowly, dipping her head back into your cunt as she licked up your juices hungrily. Instead of focusing on your clit this time she circled your hole, eliciting a moan from you as you gripped the armrests on the chaise one seater, your body feeling as though it was sinking into the plush fabric.

You tried moving your hips forwards but her grip only became stronger and with a hint of pain as her claws dug into your sides.

“Oh my-“ you stuttered out, as you realised the obsession with mixing pain and pleasure for the first time.

“You like that, baby?” She said with mirth, pressing her thumbs into the skin just above your pubic mound.

You hummed, trying to centre your mind as it began swirling at the sound of her voice.

“Who knew you’d be a little fucking sadist,” she chuckled, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” She said in a mumble but you could hear her from between your thighs, a small smile on your lips as you heard the prospect of more to come in the future.

Before you could even take a breath to prepare yourself, her tongue that circled your hole like a shark, dug inside, curling as it grazed against your walls.

Your head knocked back as your moan came out wantonly, your fingers digging in even deeper as the leather began to chip under your nails.

She hummed, the feeling reverberating through your body, unlocking a new level of pleasure as she tried, against your walls, different patterns and movements, playing with the speed and intensity, until you felt a knot form in your lower stomach.

“Sev, I’m-“ you stuttered, eyes fluttering as you fought closing them entirely.

She was too busy devouring your soul to hear you and in a moment you felt your thighs clasp around her head, and as your eyes shut and a white flash surrounded your vision you could feel every inch of your body and every inch of your release as it coated her tongue, lips and chin.

She kept lapping inside you, like the feeling of your cum against her only urged her on. Only when you reached the cusp over overstimulation, you pushed her head away from your cunt, your thighs loosening as you allowed her the space to breathe.

She slumped back onto her knees, her hands still on your hips as she breathed deeply, her own eyes low as if she’d reached bliss from eating you out alone.

Your own breaths were shallow, as you felt tears warming around the rims of your eyelids. As you tried to deepen your breaths your core hitched, your vagina in its entirety still so sensitive, even to your breaths.

You leaned forward, your forehead pressing against hers, smelling your arousal on her face, making your stomach warm all over again, her hands came to your face, cupping your cheeks as her eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes.

Yours followed suit, indecisive between her lips and eyes, until you leaned in and chose her lips, her warm and wet lips, soft to the touch yet rough and desperate as it deepened.

She pulled back, looking at you like she’d realised something within herself in that moment.

“Tell me I’m not gonna have to wait a week to see you again.” She mumbled.

You giggled lazily, “you won’t have to wait for anything from me anymore.”

[sevikasbeloved]

Not a request but just cant stop thinking about stripper!sevika in a masc fucktoy outfit. I need her to tie my hands behind my back and give me a magic mike dance

I know you said this is not a request but how could I not take this as an opportunity…

(Went on a ramble honestly and lost myself in this lmao, as usual)

Men + Minors dni

NSFW

Everyone and their mother went to the gardens on a Friday night since Babette had introduced stripper nights. The halls were packed all through, the only space to breathe being the private rooms, but of course you’d have to pay for that breath and then some.

You however weren’t looking for some one on one fun with one of the many talented ladies, no, you were there exclusively to see your favourite.

You weaved quickly through the thirsty crowd as they all clamoured and gawked at the ladies that teased behind their curtains with coy smiles, finding yourself at at the double doors just at the end of the hallway.

Miguel, who’s person you’d come to know too well, gave you a familiar smile, letting you through without question as he held a hand out for the men trying to sneak past him after you.

The door shut firmly behind you and the darkness of the room engulfed you at once. You remembered your first time here, your heart panging out of your chest as you felt your body freeze up at the sudden darkness.

But you were now all to familiar with how things went on nights like these. A smile, hidden by the blackness of the room, grew softly on your face as you waited by the door, and then it happened.

A bright flash went at once, and you could make out the silhouette of a tall and muscular woman, leaning her weight up against the pole that stood on a stage just feet away from you.

Then the room went dark again.

You realised as you waited in the darkness that you didn’t see anyone around, lounging about on the chaises that were scattered about the room.

Suddenly that pang in your chest that you thought you were finally rid of in this place came back, almost knocking you over. You could hear your own breaths, feeling the intensity of what was to come before you could feel or see it.

Music began swirling around the room. It was slow and sultry, yet dark and brooding, just like her.

Lights flashed again, this time in a harsh red colour, and you could see her again, her presence as large as the entirety of the room.

“Don’t be afraid, come closer.” She husked, her voice sure that you’d follow her orders, and she was right, because even through the darkness, you walked, using muscle memory alone to find the stage.

The dark of the room, paired with the music heightened your senses, but when you felt her breath touch against the skin of your neck you imagined in a moment your knees would give way.

“We gonna do this in the dark, or are you gonna give me a show?” You said in an effort to regain some sense of control.

You only heard her dark chuckle, the stomp of her boot as she made her way back to the stage, a small huff of breath leaving from between your parted lips.

Streams of light centred onto the stage infront of you, igniting a flame of light onto her taut body. You felt your eyes widen at the sight.

She wore leather pants that hugged her thighs tightly, sitting dangerously low on her v-line, a happy trail peaking just above it. Her top half was full bondage, a thick leather strap crossing her chest and attaching to more thinner straps that shaped around her shoulders and underarms perfectly. It lined against a sleeveless, cropped hoodie, her face shadowed so you could only see the cocky grin plastered on her lips.

You involuntarily licked your own as you watched her abs fall and rise with her calm yet anticipating breaths.

She crouched down to your levels, her eyes finally catching yours, their burning gaze making you unable to look away.

She was insatiable.

“You look good.” She said, her eyes raking your body.

“So do you.” You whispered, your voice unable to reach a higher level than that.

You stepped closer to the stage, and she leaned closer to you in turn.

“What’s with the empty room?”

Her grin grew.

“You struggling to get customers tonight?” You teased.

“You know why it’s empty, darlin’.” Her finger and thumb raised to your face, grazing against your jaw lightly before standing up again.

You hadn’t noticed how zeroed in on her you were until she walked away from you, the music suddenly coming back into your mind. You leaned up against the edge of the stage, watching her round the pole slowly.

She gripped the metal, swinging herself around in another, faster circle. She quickly lifted herself off the ground, both hands now gripping the pole as she spun her godlike body easily in the air, defying gravity like it was her second nature to do so.

Your hand unconsciously reached into your pocket as you fisted a wad of cash, pulling it out to hold between your fingers, counting each bill as you looked at her wantingly.

She slowed her pace, finally coming to a stop as she approached you again. You stood straight, a shy smile on your face as she hopped off the stage again, towering over you immediately.

She pulled the money from your hands without any restraint from you,

“Your moneys no good tonight, princess.” She hummed, flicking it between her fingers before holding it over your head.

“Wha-“ You tried to protest but she released the cash, letting it fall between the two of you and onto the floor.

Your eyes followed the cash as it hit the floor without a sound, her hand immediately coming to raise your face to hers again.

“You’re my best customer, it’s only fair I give you a treat in return.”

Your brows pinched together as you tried to piece together what she might’ve been getting at. But as though she heard your thoughts, or more likely, saw it plain on your face, she grabbed you by the waist, taking steps into your personal space, forcing you back into a single plush chair.

“Sevika I-“ you hesitated, unsure of where you stood if not her customer amidst a dozen other eyes.

Her knee came between your legs, forcing them open, and she leaned down into your space, using her thumb to toy with your lower lip.

“Do you want this?” She whispered, the hairs on your arms rising like shards of glass on your skin.

You could only nod, a sudden lump in your throat leaving you incapable of speaking or even thinking.

Her head dipped into your neck as she licked a warm strip from your collarbone to your ear, whispering against the shell of it,

“I meant it when I said you looked good tonight.”

A hushed sigh left your lips as you let your body relax as she began to have her way with you. She also seemed to have meant it when she said this was a treat for you, as when pulled away and looked at you like there was no one else in the world more beautiful, you could only believe it.

She moved down to her knees, cupping her hands under yours as she pulled you forward, her teeth grazing against the skin that teased just below your skirt before she planted warm kisses, trailing them until the moment your skirt began to rise, then she pulled away again.

You let out a stout breath through your nose as you bit your lip in anticipation of where this might’ve been going. Her steely eyes found yours low and desperate, a grin on her face wiped away as she licked the length of her bottom lip.

“Tell me what you want.” She demanded in a low tone, her hands kneading into the plush of your thigh.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realised what she was asking, you realised you didn’t even know the answer, or more likely, you didn’t know how far she was willing to take this.

“Don’t be shy about it, tell me.” She said, like she could hear the thoughts in your head.

You couldn’t muster up the confidence to tell her, so you used your body, you moved your hips forward, closing the space between your cunt and her lips. Her eyes flickered down then back up to you in an instant, a Cheshire grin stretching across her face.

“M’gonna need you to say it, Darlin’.”

Your eyes averted from her bold gaze, evidently out of your comfort zone to ask such vulgar things of a virtual stranger you saw maybe one or twice a week.

“I want you to,” you started, letting your eyes finish your sentence as you looked to your lower half.

“You almost got it, baby.” She teased, knowing full well what you were asking for.

“Sevika, please.” You huffed, growing more impatient and horny as her hands began moving further into the apex of your thighs, pulling you dangerously closer to her mouth.

You could see her getting impatient with her own teasing, her breaths becoming deeper.

“Yeah, baby?” She hummed, placing a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.

“I want you to taste me.” You said, imagining it to seem more restrained but the mewl that followed as her nails dug into your skin at the sound of your words made you wish you’d be just been outright with it.

“Yeah?”

“Please.” You sighed, your head falling back and eyes shutting, the strobe lights penetrating through your lids being the only thing that reminded you this was real.

“As you want.” Was the final thing she said as she shoved your skirt so that it bunched around your waist.

She wasted no time as she pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to pull it off of you. Her tounge flattened against your folds, pushing them apart as she licked a strip through your member, the tip of it curling as she reached your clit.

You gasped, the air leaving your lungs as your lurched forward, watching as the slick connected her tounge to your body, making your hole clench around nothingness.

You whimpered at the sight, unable to take your eyes off the domineering woman. She stared at you as she went down on you again, this time focusing on your clit as she flicked her tounge against the hood, your hips bucking every time she’d hit an extra sensitive spot.

Her hands came to your hips, holding them down as she took your clit inbetween her lips, alternating between sucking and licking as she stirred up that warmth in your lower stomach.

“Fuck, Sev, I-“ your brain felt like soup as she ate you out with passion, her own groans thrumming through you like a vibrator.

Her mouth lifted from your clit, a noise you could call no less than pathetic escaping your lips as your eyes flew open to her.

“You good?” She asked.

How couldn’t you be, when she was there on her knees, lips and chin covered in your glistening slick, her eyes dilated as she struggled to take her eyes off your cunt, and even when she was checking on you, she seemed soaked in desire and all for you, so how couldn’t you be good?

“Yeah, definitely.” You said in response, despite your head reeling with how to make this happen a hundred times over.

She chuckled lowly, dipping her head back into your cunt as she licked up your juices hungrily. Instead of focusing on your clit this time she circled your hole, eliciting a moan from you as you gripped the armrests on the chaise one seater, your body feeling as though it was sinking into the plush fabric.

You tried moving your hips forwards but her grip only became stronger and with a hint of pain as her claws dug into your sides.

“Oh my-“ you stuttered out, as you realised the obsession with mixing pain and pleasure for the first time.

“You like that, baby?” She said with mirth, pressing her thumbs into the skin just above your pubic mound.

You hummed, trying to centre your mind as it began swirling at the sound of her voice.

“Who knew you’d be a little fucking sadist,” she chuckled, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” She said in a mumble but you could hear her from between your thighs, a small smile on your lips as you heard the prospect of more to come in the future.

Before you could even take a breath to prepare yourself, her tongue that circled your hole like a shark, dug inside, curling as it grazed against your walls.

Your head knocked back as your moan came out wantonly, your fingers digging in even deeper as the leather began to chip under your nails.

She hummed, the feeling reverberating through your body, unlocking a new level of pleasure as she tried, against your walls, different patterns and movements, playing with the speed and intensity, until you felt a knot form in your lower stomach.

“Sev, I’m-“ you stuttered, eyes fluttering as you fought closing them entirely.

She was too busy devouring your soul to hear you and in a moment you felt your thighs clasp around her head, and as your eyes shut and a white flash surrounded your vision you could feel every inch of your body and every inch of your release as it coated her tongue, lips and chin.

She kept lapping inside you, like the feeling of your cum against her only urged her on. Only when you reached the cusp over overstimulation, you pushed her head away from your cunt, your thighs loosening as you allowed her the space to breathe.

She slumped back onto her knees, her hands still on your hips as she breathed deeply, her own eyes low as if she’d reached bliss from eating you out alone.

Your own breaths were shallow, as you felt tears warming around the rims of your eyelids. As you tried to deepen your breaths your core hitched, your vagina in its entirety still so sensitive, even to your breaths.

You leaned forward, your forehead pressing against hers, smelling your arousal on her face, making your stomach warm all over again, her hands came to your face, cupping your cheeks as her eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes.

Yours followed suit, indecisive between her lips and eyes, until you leaned in and chose her lips, her warm and wet lips, soft to the touch yet rough and desperate as it deepened.

She pulled back, looking at you like she’d realised something within herself in that moment.

“Tell me I’m not gonna have to wait a week to see you again.” She mumbled.

You giggled lazily, “you won’t have to wait for anything from me anymore.”

[sevikasbeloved]

WHEN DO YOU THINK BOXER SEV WOILL BE POSTED

HI HI HI, I will try to get to finishing it at LEAST by the end of the next week coming!! I didn’t know there was such demand lol, I will provide 🩷🩷🩷

[sevikasbeloved]

Sevika saying I love you for first time

Me 🤝 always making my characters say ily prematurely, this is right up my alley.

And I am co-opting her last name as Lanes idgaf

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Poker night.

It was the Last Drop’s annual tradition, the one day out of the year when the bar was bounds more lawless than it was on a regular day, as in, anything goes.

Anything.

It was the only night where you could stab someone for looking at you funny or do an insane amount of drugs without enforcers sniffing down your backs for an arrest, no matter what it was, you could do it here.

Not to mention it was Sevika favourite night. She called it fright night - fitting due to the fact that this day was the first day you met her, and she gave you way more than a fright. (Wink wink)

Anyhow, today was here and Sevika took you officially as her girlfriend, warding off any fuckeads or creeps who assumed that tonight gave them an excuse to be toward to a woman like you.

She held you by your waist, her fingers roping in the soft material of your short dress as she guided you to her table. The barman who had the unfortunate task of being on shift tonight scurried over to your table like clockwork, handing out a glass to each person that sat around it - those people being you, Sevika, two old geezers and a young fella who clearly just figured out the rules of the entire night (safe to say he’d already shit himself).

As the barman shied away from the table, Sevika slid into the booth chair, assuming her position at the head of the table as you slid onto her lap, perching yourself against her thigh as you leaned your head against her shoulder, already dreading the boredom that was poker.

“Baby, don’t fall asleep on me tonight,” she whispered into your ear as her hands remained occupied with the cards she shuffled between them.

“I won’t, I promise.” You hummed, and that you meant, moving your eyes to focus on more interesting things in the bar,

Like, the drunken men who danced like sailors, unable to rid themselves of their sea legs as they smashed drinks around in the pint glasses, smashing them (full or empty) onto the hardwood floor.

“cheers cunt!” One of the men shouted, slapping another across the face, the scene making you struggle to suppress a giggle.

Turns out when you give people a free for all, they just get drunk and act like kids.

A collective groan from Sevika’s opponents gained your attention as you looked back to the table, the scene of Sevika already winning her first round.

You kissed the temple on her head, leaving the tip of your nose to linger against it,

“Good job, baby.” You whispered against the shell of her ear. She hummed, placing her hand against your thigh, gripping it ever so slightly, causing your lower half to writhe against her thigh.

The table looked over at the two of you in annoyance and disgust as you pressed another kiss against the side of her face.

“You gonna win another for me?” You mumbled, suddenly becoming interested in the game, remembering how horny she became when she’d win.

“What’s the prize if I do?” She hummed, grazing her nose against your cheek, already dishing out a new set of cards.

You giggled at the sensation against your cold face, grinding your ass back into the crook of her hip as a response.

“How’d you know that’s exactly what I wanted?” She teased, her hand wandering up your thigh, cutting close to exposing you to the rest of the table.

You swatted her hand away playfully, “only if you win, Angel.”

You could almost hear her growl as she pulled her hand fully away, readjusting herself in her seat, the motion of her thigh bouncing between your thighs almost making you take back your ‘if’.

For the rest of the match you could do nothing but watch, suddenly becoming infinitely more interested in whether she won or lost - even though she’d never lost a game at least since she met you.

One by one, members in the booth tapped out, leaving you alone with her and one other man, clearly determined to win it all.

Sevika was unshaken by his determination though, almost too preoccupied by you to even notice the fat stack he slipped into the pool.

“I’m getting impatient, baby.” She mumbled into the locks of your hair.

You giggled at her sudden disposition to the game, noticing how the lad opposite you had reassessed his hand, growing more nervous as she pushed her previous winnings into the pile without even thinking.

“Call it.” She said to the man, knowing she already had a winning hand.

“Huge bluff, I can see right through it.” He scoffed, beckoning her to play her cards.

You and Sevika both looked at each other, sharing a knowing smile.

“Tell the gentleman what cards I’m holding, baby.” She said aloud, looking over at him with an almost sorry smile, almost.

You hummed, leaning forward dramatically as you analysed what you knew to be the winning hand. You milked it, arching your back fully so Sevika could get the best view, feeling your skirt ride up ever so slightly as her hand grazed your ass.

“A royal flush, mister.” You smiled and winked, perching yourself back up against sevika.

She threw her cards down on the table and whistled for a barman to clear her winnings. The man stood up in a huff, storming off to a lesser stakes table, taking his chances there.

“Put that on the bar’s tab, everyone drinks for free tonight.” Sevika ordered.

The barman looked at her with wide eyes before nodding and scurrying off behind the bar, ringing a cowbell as he announced-

“Drinks on Sevika all night!”

The whole room erupted into cheers, some even coming up to offer their personal thanks.

“You’re too kind, Sevika, really, you always look out for the people!” One man said, a smile as big as ever on his face.

She barely heard the thanks as she kissed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned your head, stealing a kiss for your lips before pulling away too look at her.

“Why did you do that?” You said, impressed by her sudden generosity to the people she usually doesn’t have a nice word to say about.

“Cause,” she moved you so you were straddling her, “I’ve got all I love and need right here.”

Your heart stopped beating when you heard that word leave her lips with full earnest,

“Love?” You repeated back to her, unsure if you heard it right.

She chuckled, revealing that toothy smile that made you fall for her in the first place.

“Yeah, I love you.” She said, almost breathless as she realised that was the first time she said it aloud.

Your brows knitted together as you lost any composure you had, tears threatening to spill in the busy room.

She held your face, planting a kiss against your cheeks then nose, chin and finally your lips, pulling away to say,

“I love you so much it hurts.”

You giggled, head falling into the crook of her neck,

“Sevika Lanes, I love you too.”