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thinking about this picture of sevika and how scrumptious her arm looks…..

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whenever people talk about hating when fics call Sevika daddy I shut up immediately and get quiet…I love calling women daddy most men do NOT deserve the title 😒

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Sevikas love languages

Modern au

I think one of Sevikas love language is definitely act of service. She's always there to do whatever it is in her power to make you feel comfortable and safe!

It could be as small as her peeling your fruits so you don't have to, or opening jars that are too hard for you to open. She'll even detangle your earphones, when your too frustrated to handle that.

She's always there to offer her help, support and her love, without ever being overwhelming. She understands that you are a capable adult of handling your own stuff but she also wants to spoil you at the best of her capabilities!!

You've made a comment about how you liked oranges? Tomorrow there's 2 bags of them waiting for you on the kitchen counter. You've absentmindedly complained about how your back hurts from sitting around all day in your office? She'll religiously apply soothing cream on your back, every single night before going to sleep.

She's the type of lover that always has you in her mind. For example,she's a pretty light sleeper so she'll often wake up at night randomly. She'll definitely use that moment to make sure your head is positioned correctly on the pillow so you won't deal with cramps in the morning:

It's summer, the weather is super hot and your apartments AC is broken. Sevika wakes up slightly irritated and sweating like crazy. As she tries to get up, she feels a weight on her body. She looks down and sees your legs sandwiching her torso. One of your arm is on her chest while the other is behind your head. You look like a mess and she's genuinely wondering how you're able to pull that position. She huffs at your nonsense and slowly detangles herself from you, pushes you on your back and places both your arms at your side. "There, baby. I bet that's more comfortable" she hums softly. She's not expecting any answer, but when your face scrunches and she hears you grumble, she can't help but softly chuckle at your attitude before landing a soft peck on your forehead.

Contrary to popular beliefs,I do think she shows a bit of physical touch when she expresses her love for you.

Maybe not in the beginning of your relationship,where she's super hesitant on being vulnerable with you in fear it will backfire on her. However,as months go by,she'll start leaning more into your touches.

If you're a clingier person when it comes to your partner,it may come off as overwhelming for her at first. She's not used to sharing so much of herself with people,and she definitely isn't too educated on what to do. She's lowkey awkward lmaooo

But,as mentioned,she grows out of it, and starts seeking your affectionate touches more frequently. She'll kiss your cheek in public whenever she misses you,even when you're literally next to her. She'll hold your hands in her big ones and rub your palm with her thumb whenever you're anxious to give you some sort of comfort. She'll even twirl your hair whenever SHE'S anxious hehe

And her hugs!!! Her hugs!! It's like being engulfed in a giant soft marshmallow. Heres a cute scenario that's been on my mindddd:

It's been a long day of work for you and you're honestly so exhausted from the huge amount of workload you had to do. As you drag yourself to your shared appartment with the last bit of energy that you have, you start fumbling for your keys. Once you open the door door, you're met with Sevika in her kitchen apron and fuzzy socks.

"Hey sweetheart, took you some time" she softly questioned. You could barely answer her as you were fighting to get your coat off of you. She smirked slightly before getting closer and helping you unbutton your cause of stress. "Here, let me help"

Her smell was so intoxicating, so sweet, so like her that you just melted on her,making her gasp softly as she quickly held you with her big strong arms so you didn't fall. This was honestly the life, you softly closed your eyes and snuggled deeper into her chest as she softly rubbed your back.

"Missed you too hun" she softly hummed before kissing the top of your head.

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Requests are open! I got no more ideas lol maybe they'll inspire me;) No NSFW ob

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something something sub Sevika getting caught jerkin off? haha…who said that

ayoo? jk, i HAVE been thinking about sevika masturbating to me for awhile now 😩😫 and girl it turn me ON SO MUCH?!

Caught —

sub!loser!sevika x top!reader smut ;; masturbation ;; overstimulated ;; mocking ;; light humiliation ;; perv!sev

You’re not supposed to be home yet. That’s the only reason Sevika’s doing this. That’s the only reason she let herself get this low, sprawled out on the couch in nothing but a tank top, drenched in sweat, one hand buried between her legs and the other clutching your underwear.

They’re a little damp still, maybe from the laundry, maybe not. She doesn’t care. She brings them to her nose, inhaling like she’s starving, like if she breathes in hard enough she can taste you.

“F-fuckkk,” she grits out, voice shaking as her fingers pumps in and out of her tight hole. hips twitching as her fingers rub frantically over her clit, messy and fast. There’s a damp spot on the couch under her now, dark and undeniable, but she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. The smell of you’s got her dizzy. Her thighs are sticky, her muscles shaking, her brows furrowed in shame and heat as she lets out a pathetic whine into your underwear, teeth sinking into the crotch.

She knows it’s disgusting. That’s what makes it worse. That’s what makes it good. She comes with your name under her breath, eyes screwed shut, panting like she’s just run a marathon, and that’s exactly when the front door opens.

You freeze in the entryway.

She doesn’t even hear it. Not at first. She’s too busy riding the end of her orgasm, knuckles white around the waistband of your panties, face still pressed to them, body shuddering like she’s about to cry from how good it is.

And then her eyes flick open.

You’re standing right there. Staring.

Your mouth’s a little open.

“…are those mine?”

Her eyes widened. She scrambles to hide it behind her thigh, behind a pillow, behind anything, but the slick dripping down her inner thigh and the very obvious pair of your lace panties clenched in her fist makes that pretty impossible.

“I can explain —” she stammers, voice hoarse, ruined, broken down to something small.

You step forward, arms crossed.

“Yeah?” you murmur, tilting your head. “Do.”

And Sevika? she swallows hard. She’s trembling. Already hard again.

She chooses to freeze.

“I leave for one hour, and you’re on my couch fucking yourself like a mutt in heat? with my panties in your mouth?” you laugh softly, almost in disbelief. “God, Sevika. You couldn’t wait?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna be back yet—”

“And what? You were just gonna come on the couch and throw my underwear back in the drawer like nothing happened?”

Her mouth opens. Then closes.

Then opens again.

“…Yeah.”

Your jaw drops a little. “Oh, you’re so lucky I caught you.”

You take a seat on the edge of the couch, right next to her spread legs. She’s still soaked, still flushed and breathing heavy, body twitching from the orgasm she just had, but you can see it clear as day, she’s still hard. Still needy. It’s almost sad.

You pluck your panties from her fist, hold them up by the waistband, watch her eyes follow them like a dog tracking a treat. Her thighs squeeze together. Her fingers twitch. Her clit’s practically pulsing.

You smirk. “How long have you been doing this?”

She doesn’t answer.

So you lean in close, your lips just brush the shell of her ear, and whisper,

“How many pairs, Sevika?”

She whimpers. Literally whimpers. You could die.

“Four,” she chokes out. “Four… I kept ‘em, I’m sorry —”

“Oh, you kept them?” You lean back, blinking slowly. “Wow. You’re just a filthy little thief on top of everything.”

She’s shaking now. She doesn’t even try to deny it. Her legs spread again, unthinking. She looks up at you with these desperate,silver glassy eyes. Like she wants you to punish her. Like she needs it.

So you tilt your head and say, “Touch yourself.”

Her eyes widen.

“R–Right now?”

“Mhm.” You cross your arms, settling in. “Go ahead. I wanna see how nasty you really are.”

Her hand goes straight between her thighs. She’s slick to the point of dripping, and her breath catches hard when her fingers brush over her clit again. She whines through her teeth, head falling back, hips jerking up like she’s trying to fuck her own hand.

“Oh my god,” you murmur. “You’re getting off just from being watched.”

She doesn’t even deny it.

She just moans louder.

“fuckfuckfuckkk!!”

You grab the panties off the couch. Press them to her lips. She opens like she’s done it a hundred times.

“Don’t you dare cum,” you say, soft and sharp all at once.

Her hips stutter.

She nods, frantically.

But you know her. She’s not gonna last.

She loves being humiliated.

And the second you spit on your fingers and press them to her aching clit, just to mock how wet she already is, she moans… loud

And then she cums again anyway.

A mess. A complete, ruined, shaking mess.

You blink slowly down at her, disgusted in the most amused, turned on way possible.

“…You came?”

She nods, gasping.

You hum. “Good.”

You lean back, spreading her legs wider, her body twitching helplessly at the overstimulation.

“Again.”

Her voice is all wet and wobbly and slurred from how many times she’s come already, like her brain just won’t restart.

“Please! ‘m sorry, fuck, I can’t —”

Her thighs are trembling violently. There’s slick smeared all over your couch cushions, glistening under the low light, and her stomach keeps clenching like she’s right on the edge again, but she can’t stop grinding her palm against her clit like she’s possessed. Like her body doesn’t care if she survives or not.

“Aw, look at you,” you coo, petting her sweat-soaked hair back from her forehead. “So dumb, you can’t even stop touching yourself.”

She whines at that. It’s barely even a sound, just a cracked sob of humiliation as her back arches off the couch and her whole body locks up again.

She cums with her mouth wide open and no sound coming out, just a long, broken wheeze.

And you sit there smiling, cruel and patient, as you drag your soaked panties out of her mouth and gently wipe her chin with them.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you breathe.”

“I c-can’t!”

“Oh, you can.” Your voice dips, smug and soft as silk. “If you can cum four times like a bitch in heat, you can cum five.”

She shakes her head, she’s crying now, real tears tracking down her flushed cheeks, and you bet she doesn’t even know why. She just looks up at you with these huge, red eyes and moans when you spread her open again, inspecting the mess between her thighs like it’s something you own.

She twitches hard when you touch her, just two fingers brushing her swollen clit, and she gasps like you’ve stabbed her.

“Sensitive?” you mock, faux-sweet. “Poor baby. Shouldn’t have made such a mess of my panties, huh?”

You press a thumb down slow, just a little pressure, and her hips jump like she’s being electrocuted.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” you whisper.

She chokes. “I’m sorry —”

“Tell me what you did.”

“I stole your panties…”

“And?”

“I came in them,” she sobs. “I rubbed my pussy all over them and sniffed them like a fucking freak!”

You smile like she just gave you a birthday present.

“Good girl.”

Her eyes roll back. You think she might pass out.

But not yet.

You lean down close again, lips brushing her ear, voice dripping with venomous affection.

“One more.”

And this time, you do it for her.

Two fingers slide in. Tight, slow. Curling in just the right spot until her legs start kicking and she’s clawing at the couch and biting down hard on your ruined panties just to keep quiet.

She comes screaming.

And then she goes limp.

Eyes unfocused. Arms twitching. Her mouth still full of lace.

You kiss her cheek.

“Still disgusting,” you whisper.

She whimpers.

then, she’s dead weight on the couch.

Still breathing hard, cheeks wet, thighs twitching with aftershocks. Her eyes are half-lidded and dazed, and your ruined panties are still clutched in her limp hand like a teddy bear.

You kiss her temple.

She flinches.

“Oh baby,” you murmur, pulling her close, stroking your fingers through her hair. “You really lost your mind for a second there.”

She groans, all low and hoarse. Doesn’t say anything.

You curl up beside her, dragging a blanket over both of you, still petting her hair like you’re soothing a fever. Her skin’s so warm, flushed and sensitive, and when you kiss her collarbone, she actually whimpers.

“Did so good,” you whisper. “Such a good girl for me.”

Her flesh arm weakly wraps around you. You hear her sniff. You can’t tell if she’s embarrassed or melting.

“…Y’really love me, huh,” she mumbles into your neck, half-conscious.

You smile. “oh baby, why would you ever question that?”

She’s quiet a while. Just breathing. Holding you like you’re keeping her anchored. You’re almost asleep, half-draped over her, when suddenly…smack.

You yelp.

Your ass just got slapped.

Hard.

You lift your head, blinking in shock. “What the hell?”

Sevika, still looking a little wrecked, but grinning now, lazy and smug, shrugs a shoulder.

“Just makin’ sure you’re still awake.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

She kisses your forehead like she’s innocent. “Yeah, yeah.”

You sit up to swat her arm, smack. She slaps your ass again. This time with more purpose. A little growl in her throat.

You gape at her. “Sevika! You were crying in my panties five minutes ago!”

Her smirk sharpens.

“Yeah, and I’d do it again,” she drawls. Then, slower: “But right now… I could probably fuck you stupid if you get mouthy again.”

You choke.

She raises a brow, lazy confidence dripping from every word. “You thought I was gonna stay soft forever? awww”

Her hand settles heavy on your waist, tugging you close, voice a rasp in your ear.

“Baby, I just needed a nap.”

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need more divorced sevika angst in this world

PART ONE

summary: in which you and sevika are divorced. read part two here.

word count: 3368

content: this is a second chance romance with divorcees. it will be a heavier read than roommate!sevika and coworker!sevika is. topics of angst, smut, heavy drinking, mental illness, parental death, grief, miscarriage and infertility will be dealt with throughout the story.

this will be a multi-part story. there will be more chapters to this story than any sevika story i've written before. I feel very passionate about the two mc's. I hope you enjoy the beginning of what has been a very emotional rollercoaster ride.

thanks for reading!

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The grass is high, tickling your calves as you stroll through the front yard. Ava sits on your right hip while her head rests perfectly in the crook of your neck. The feeling of her exhales, steady and soft, reminds you of her peaceful slumber. There's a slight burn in your biceps, which is unfortunately due to her rapid growth (your brain struggles to catch up with the passing time). Your heart squeezes at the mere thought and you try to scribble this moment into your hippocampus. This is something you need to remember. Time is not on your side–it was so much easier to hold her merely months ago. 

Cicadas buzz in the air and moisture sticks to your skin from the lingering humidity of rainfall. Your strides are leisure—slow–as if to drag out each step to your car. And you know that secretly, in the back of your mind, this is because you’re hyper aware of the woman, Sevika, who walks beside you. You match her pace with ease. Despite the string of silence between you two, the way in which your existence syncs with hers is second-nature. Out of the corner of your eye, you observe how her hands remain in her pockets, head hung low. She watches the ground with each step, a habit of hers that you still find interesting years later. Her boots make a soft thud against the soil. The air is mixed with the earthy scent of wet grass and the spicy cologne that oozes off of her.

When the both of you reach your car, she’s the first one to speak. “Keys?” She asks, voice nothing more than a slight murmur. She doesn’t meet your eyes, gaze flitting from the ground to Ava.

“Purse.” You whisper, displaying an equal amount of tender care to not wake your daughter.

When you first arrived at Sevika’s house, you forgot to unhook your car keys before she placed Ava in your arms. It isn’t common that your daughter is sleeping when you pick her up. But the two of you know that it’s always better to not disrupt her slumber during changeovers. 

You shift your body so that your left shoulder is facing Sevika, displaying the faded red purse that sits on your shoulder. 

For a few seconds, you find yourself searching for the moment that Sevika comes in contact with you. Surely an accidental graze of the skin or shifting of your purse would be a telltale sign of her presence. But instead you encounter nothing but stillness. She somehow manages to unclip your carabiner of keys with grace, careful not to make much noise. Careful not to touch you.

Surrounding trees bustle in the wind while she unlocks your car. She opens the backdoor quietly, watching Ava with fond eyes. Your daughter doesn’t stir.

It’s an all familiar rhythm–the way that you and Sevika work to place Ava into her carseat. Sevika is always thorough in buckling her in; double checking the snugness of the straps, triple checking the buckle placements and that the seat is anchored. You start the car and roll down all the windows, so that fresh air wafts throughout the vehicle for your daughter. Then you pull your keys out of the ignition and clip them against one of your belt loops. Silently, you step outside of the car and close the driver door. Sevika whispers a quiet goodbye to Ava, kissing the child on the cheek before joining you.

“How was she?” You ask.

“Fine.”

“Did you remember to sing to her while tuckin-”

“Yes.” Her voice is curt.

“...And the candy.” You continue. Within the last few weeks, you noticed that Ava had been asking about candy frequently, in which she admitted that Mama (Sevika) always has. After talking to Sevika about it, you both had come to an agreement that nutritious meals weren’t being prioritized. Sevika did not hesitate to assure you that changes would be made. 

So did you have any reason to be pestering her about it weeks later? You could probably come up with a bullshit excuse. But you have to admit that the necessity of it is useless. Just like your desire to remind her about Ava’s bedtime routine and all the other bickering you’ve instigated during changeovers in the past. 

“I know you like giving it to her,” You hate how bitter you sound. “But we agreed last time that she should not be excessively consuming it…so much that-”

“I’m capable of feeding her meals, you know.” Sevika’s jawline becomes visible then, eyes flashing. 

“With food that isn’t junk?” You regret the words right after they slip from your tongue. But it’s too late to backtrack.

“I don’t know if the divorce gave you memory loss but it seems I must remind you that our daughter, and you, never went a day without me cook–”

“Look, I’m just holding you accountable.”

Sevika’s nostrils flare. “If I had known that you would be in such a shit mood, I would have had–”

“Not in a shit mood at all.”

Her lips roll inwards, rubbing together and creating deep etches into her cheeks. She’s all fire–warmth emanating off of her and meeting you. You know that you’re on thin ice; probing and pushing her with no valid reason. There’s only so much that a human can take when interacting in the way that you two do. This has always been an issue. But it seems to have worsened over the years.

“Ava is well fed here. ” She finally responds. “...We take good care of her.”

And there it is–the clip of her words…the quiet storm that always seems to be creeping up on her whenever the both of you hold a conversation longer than a minute.

But it doesn’t hurt you like it used to. Because you find yourself lingering on the latter sentence she uttered…

We take good care of her.

Your eyebrow raises before you can help it, folded arms tightening around your chest. “We?” You mutter.

A simple word; one that a passerby wouldn’t bat an eye at.

But with you it holds weight and Sevika knows it does. 

It’s her well-kept weapon that she draws out during the moments where it seems to count the most. 

The insinuation is so small that it shouldn’t hurt. It shouldn’t annoy you. 

It’s been years, after all. It’s only natural for this to happen. 

But it does hurt and it does annoy you.

A small part of you fears that it always will.

Sevika looks directly at you for the first time today. Her eyes swirl with a turbulent grey that used to completely disembody you. In the past, when her gaze would meet you with such intensity, you would grab whatever limb of hers that you could. You would smile. You would pull her towards you until your breath mixed with hers. You would kiss her and you would wish to the Gods that she never looked at you any differently.

But that was then.

And this is now.

And you can’t stand those eyes–that stare. It’s too much. 

Too annoying. Too familiar. Too provoking.

Just like all the times before, the weight of her stare nearly causes your lungs to combust. You become aware of the beads of sweat sliding down your temples and the thick humidity dancing in the air. You force yourself to look away. 

“Are we circling back to this conversation?” Sevika rasps. “Again?”

Out of instinct, your eyes roll. “Depends. I’d like to know that you can feed our daughter without relying on–”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

“...I mean, if she’s like the housewife, or whatever, fine. That’s your business. Fuck who you want. But–”

“You’re relentless.”

“My mind would be much more at ease if I knew that you could spend quality time with our daughter, that you could love and care for her and feed her without the presence of your latest fuck swooping in and thinking that they can mother Ava better than–”

Abruptly, as if God herself was teasing you, a voice interjects with, “Honey!”

The source comes from meters away, right from the stairs that lead to Sevika’s porch. Hazel, Sevika’s latest girlfriend, waves at the pair of you. She’s clad in another one of her skin-tight activewear sets. It’s the kind that hugs every curve of her body. She’s a beautiful woman, always seeming as if she's just left a pilates class despite there being zero evidence of sweat or exhaustion on her face. Sevika has great taste. If you didn't know Hazel and spotted her at the bar, she would definitely be on your radar.

She’s sweet enough, never seeming to have any ill intent towards you (or Ava) whenever she graces your presence. But you’re still wary of her. 

You’re wary of all the girls that Sevika involves herself with.

Hazel winces as she walks across the front yard to meet the both of you. Her feet sport hot pink flip flops, which probably isn’t the best choice of footwear given the heaps of mud and wet soil.

“Has Hazel been with you the whole week?” You inquire, managing to keep your voice low enough so that only Sevika can hear.

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“I need to know that my daughter is–”

“Bullshit.” Sevika’s weight shuffles beside you, the soles of her boots kicking nearby rocks. You don’t look at her. “I’m careful. I always will be. You know this.”

Hazel’s growing presence insinuates that this conversation will be coming to an end soon. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve badgered Sevika about Hazel. You wish that you could be the sort of ex that’s accepting of…all of this. You wish that you didn’t have to be the person that gets the last word–the one that’s desperate to injure her as much as you’ve been injured. You wish that your words didn’t turn to venom–that your questions didn’t bleed with accusations. 

But that isn’t realistic. Not after everything that’s occurred. 

However, you do know that you aren’t being reasonable. You could blame it on the fact that it’s been another week lost without your daughter, which always makes you feel crabby and in turn is causing you to lash out. You could blame it on the fact that you didn’t eat much today, caught up in the busyness of work, which is now catching up to you.

A multitude of reasons exist and are equally sound enough.

But it doesn’t matter. Because you’re out of line and you know it.

Sevika has always been a great mother. Despite the issues between you two, despite the messy divorce and the (oftentimes) heated coparenting, you know that she always puts Ava first. Sevika’s motherhood is a badge of honor that she’ll forever wear. That’s what made the two of you try for Ava, after all. 

“And the we thing,” Sevika adds. “It was me chatting shit. You annoy me with that…the nagging.”

“You’re so fucking petty,” You hiss. Despite the insult, you can’t help but laugh.

A few seconds of silence pass. Then, “I know you get anxious when Ava’s gone, but you know full well that I implement every single thing we talk about. And I’d appreciate if you could just trust me–”

Your lips are chapped and your tongue swipes them out of habit. A heavy sigh escapes you, muscles unspooling. “Sev,” You begin, eyes fluttering. “I get it. In the back of mind, I have no doubts that-”

“Babe, you didn't tell me that Ava was getting picked up today. I would have given her a hug.” Hazel interjects, reaching the both of you. She meets Sevika with a kiss on the cheek, before wrapping an arm around your ex’s waistline. Before Sevika can reply, Hazel turns to you. She flashes an award-winning smile. “It’s always a pleasure to see you,” She adds.

You wish you could be as saccharine. Instead, your mouth merely twitches.

“Hazel,” You greet.

Her smile falters for a millisecond, her eyes flash with something you struggle to discern. 

“Ava’s sleeping,” You continue. “But if you two are still together when I drop her off next week, you can give her a hug then.”

More silence. It's awkward. It always is when Hazel comes around.

You catch Sevika’s gaze once more. She tongues her cheek, glaring at you with eyes of steel.

You’re being a bitch. 

Hazel clears her throat, not knowing what to say. 

You hate to admit that it seems like a victory somehow.

That’s when you open your car door, desperately wanting to escape.

You feel like you’re suffocating.

You ignore the (small) stomach drop in embarrassment at the way your door squeaks (when was the last time you greased the hinges?) and instead purse your lips.

“I can pick her up next week,” Sevika mutters. “I’ll be on that side of town anyways, so it’ll probably be easier.”

“Okay.”

You climb into your car, grimacing at the warm surface of your leather seats. You sit your purse down in the passenger seat, turning around to glance at Ava. She’s still sound asleep, shoulders rising and falling with each puff of air. The hard exterior of your heart momentarily fades. You’d do anything for her to forever be this peaceful.

Your engine rumbles as it turns on, the slight hum of the radio filling the speakers while you click your seatbelt into place. Meanwhile, you’re well aware that Hazel is already walking in the opposite direction towards the house. You’re well aware that this is because of you.

You make a mental note to bring up today’s events in your next therapy session.

Sevika lingers behind, approaching your car like a gloomy cloud on a sunny day.

“Whatever the fuck that was,” She snaps. “You don’t get to do it again.”

You hate that she’s right.

Your heart constricts and a lump in your throat begins to form. 

You hate her.

You hate everything about this.

“I get it,” You finally respond, swallowing thickly. “Sorry.”

“I’m serious,” She adds. “You don’t get to do this. Not after…” She trails off and you flinch. “I won’t deal with this shit.”

“Okay, Sev. I know. I’m sorry.” And you are. The overwhelming waves of guilt always seem to hit you when it’s too late.

Granted, Sevika isn’t innocent either. She’s far from innocent. But you know that even after everything that’s happened, you don’t have a right to be like this. She doesn’t deserve it. 

“I know you would like her if you tried.” This time, Sevika’s voice has lowered multiple degrees. There’s a slight plea in her voice. It only appears when she’s at her wits’ end. 

“Is she like,” Another deep breath. “...Is it serious with her?”

She doesn’t immediately answer. She first studies your face profoundly, as if she’s searching for any sign of disingenuous intent. 

You can’t help but notice how she smells–the familiar scent that surrounds you is something that you could practically identify in your sleep.

Sweat trickles down the sides of her face, down her neck, dampening the cloth of her tank top. Her shoulders gleam with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her hair is pulled back into a bun, away from her face, but a few tendrils have still managed to escape. 

The humidity has the same effect on you but you doubt you look as good as she does. 

And despite your familiarity with Sevika’s features, you notice that there’s something different about her. It’s become more visible within the last month.

Although her interactions towards you are consistently hostile, you have been able to detect the life in her gaze throughout the last few weeks. She frowns less. And her face is a bit slimmer; a telltale sign that she’s back in the gym.

From time-to-time, you find yourself scrolling through Sevika’s instagram. Usually her feed consists of posts that refer to her mother-daughter dates with Ava (although she’s adamant about not posting your daughter on the web). But there’s a picture in particular that’s been nagging you, in which Hazel is hanging off of Sevika’s side while they stand in front of a body-sized mirror that displays a public gym. 

The post has hundreds of likes, thanks to the popular presence that Sevika has online (even though she takes awkward selfies with cheesy captions). You’re sure that almost all sapphics that have access to the digital world are following her. Sevika is, undeniably, the most attractive person you’ve ever met.

So you aren’t shocked by the numerous comments on her latest post, calling her and Hazel extremely hot and couple goals and the ultimate gay awakening.

In fact, you hate that you agree with said comments.

You’re the complete opposite of Hazel, after all.

A gym date would have never been your reality during the marriage.

“Why can’t you just say that you’re happy for me?” Sevika asks. “That you wish me well?”

You should be able to say that.

Ideally, you should want that. 

You were childhood sweethearts after all; lovers for over a decade. Wives. 

And before everything got worse, before it all truly turned to shit, that’s what you both agreed on.

When the divorce was finalized and the split custody was granted, you two had vowed to still support each other–to still cheer each other on. To still be happy for one another. Because there was too much history, too many shared memories and years and it was all too important to just throw it away for the sake of being petty.

You don’t know how you both got so off-track.

You don’t know how everything completely dissipated in 3 years. 

You don’t know if you’d ever be able to fathom this outcome.

But as you sit there looking at Sevika, you do know that whatever she’s doing–it’s working for her. Whether it truly has something to do with Hazel, or whether she’s trying to turn a new leaf, it’s showing. She looks healthier. 

She looks happier.

Your eyes burn and begin to flutter. You clasp your hands together, squeezing them whilst they rest in your lap. 

Like always, she notices.

Her lips part, a simple action that calls your attention like blaring alarm bells. Her cupid's bow is quite pronounced, a tantalizing feature of her full lips. “Hey,” And she tilts her head, approaching closer. 

“Does she make you happy?”

There’s a glint of bewilderment in her eyes. She blinks slowly, shaking her head in a cautious manner. The seconds tick by with apprehension, as if the air itself is questioning your motives. “...I don’t…what?”

“Does she make you happy?”

Her brows furrow. You can hear how hollow her breathing is. She looks at you with a question in her eyes. “Hazel’s… good for me.”

You wait for her to say something more, anything at this point, but she doesn’t. 

Hazel’s good for me.

The wind picks up again, a cool breeze meeting your cheeks as nearby trees join the conversation with the sound of dancing leaves. 

Hazel’s good for me.

“Well,” The nails of your fingers dig into the flesh of your palms. “Then I’m happy for you.” A half truth. Your voice warbles but you're able to say it with enough conviction. “And I wish you well.”

Those eyes of hers…

They search and search and search.

You aren’t sure what she’s looking for.

You aren’t even sure why she’s reacting like this–or how you expect her to act after saying such a thing.

In fact–why did you say any of it? 

Almost as if Sevika bursts an imaginary bubble, she takes a step backwards. Then two. 

Subconsciously, your shoulders relax. It’s difficult to inhale air that reminds you of her.

She shakes her head slightly as she tears her eyes from you; as if she’s trying to recenter herself.

Your throat clears. The moment is gone. Reality reminds you of where you are and how you got here.

 “Take care, Sev.” Is all you can say.

You back out of the driveway, which is an annoyingly long pathway. Then you’re clutching the steering wheel, tears streaming down your cheeks as you drive away.

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A Weekend in Paradise˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡°

you and sevika take a trip away from everything

NSFW

modern!subtop!sevika, powerbottom!reader, pet names (doll, sweetheart, pup, etc.), scissoring, drunk sex (between consenting adults obviously……), Sevika is extra needy-

Word Count: 2.4k

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“Come on vika it’s just for a weekend!” You exclaimed, trying to hold your phone in Sevika’s face to show her the website you had been perusing. You’d spent the last 15 minutes trying to convince your stubborn girlfriend that she needed a vacation.

With the stress of both of your jobs, the mundanity of everyday living, and life in general, it felt like your relationship was falling into a hard domestic slump. Sevika was usually so busy and stressed that you were getting stressed just from her energy around your shared apartment. You happened to find a good deal on a resort stay in Jamaica, and the plane tickets weren’t too pricey that time of year. The thought of relaxing on the beach with a drink in your hand and Sevika next to you made your heart swoon and your stomach flutter.

The biggest problem was going to be getting the most loyal work obsessed person ever to take a break for once in her life.

“I have a lot of work to do (Y/N)..” she spoke tiredly, not looking up from the slew of paperwork on her desk. Her position as a diplomatic counselor was incredibly important, which meant she put all her time and energy into being as orderly and focused on the tasks at hand, which also meant you recently became second on her list of importance. The long nights of paperwork, meetings that ran well past her work hours, and early morning conference calls were starting to get in the way of the one you love- and the sex life you wanted back.

Sevika hadn’t touched you in weeks purely from stress, and she was usually too exhausted to be touched. So this trip was your big attempt to pull her out of the dark cloud of work and onto a sandy beach and a private resort.

“Sevika, my love, you work so hard.” You pulled her office chair away from her desk before plopping down on the larger woman’s lap, both your hands trailing up her clothed torso before cupping her strong jaw “I’m worried you’re spreading yourself too thin! You can take a couple days off from diplomacy to spend some time with me..can’t you?” You spoke softly, your eyes locking with hers.

Her tired grey eyes softened at the glint of hope in yours, her mech arm resting on your hip as she rubbed small circles into your side. Sevika knew how distant she had been for a while, and even at her busiest she missed the warmth of your touch. Work was driving her crazier and crazier by the day, and she hated letting it get in the way of her time and energy for you. She was truly starting to feel the effects of burn out, and a vacation away for a weekend would probably solve more than she ever realized. “Alright doll….if it makes you happy, we can take the trip-“

You squealed in excitement before she could even finish her sentence, peppering a million kisses all over her face as your legs kicked happily “Yay thank you baby! We’re going to Jamaica!!!!”

-

After another week of planning and scheduling everything from resort stays, to transportation, to activities for a long weekend trip, the traveling day finally came.

You and Sevika woke up at the ass crack of dawn to get to the airport on time. She insisted on keeping up with everything you owned and acted like a dad the entire time. You just stood next to her while she handled getting luggage in the uber, handling passports at the airport, even when TSA stopped your carry on for a bottle of perfume she almost argued the guy down for it. You had to pull her away and assure her you’d get more later.

The flight was long but the moment you touched down on the island it was truly a paradise. The views on the shuttle to the resort were beautiful and sevika took a million pictures and grinned like a kid the whole ride. It made your heart swell seeing the child-like wonder in her eye as she looked at the lush green foliage and blue waters of Jamaica.

Once you made it to your resort and Sevika did a million different room checks of your bed and closets, you practically passed out across the bed. The plush hotel sheets felt like heaven after a day of long travel and you wanted nothing more than to sleep the weekend away already. But you were so excited for the trip that you made reservations for a romantic dinner on your first night of vacay together.

Sevika laid next to you on the bed, her flesh arm immediately finding your waist and pulling you close “I’m glad we did this..” she admitted softly, a gentle blush creeping up on her cheeks. Her honesty making up for any hesitance she had about taking a break.

You smiled happily “I am too. You deserve time off Vika…working is important but you need time for yourself.” You spoke quietly as you caressed her cheek, getting a bit lost in her stormy eyes before pulling her in for a gentle kiss. It was innocent at first, Sevika’s scarred lips moving against yours with knowing precision, like she had a map of your lips engrained in her mind.

But as her tongue grazed past your lower lip, your body moved faster than your brain as your leg swung over Sevika’s hip. She instantly grabbed the underside of your thigh and pulled you closer, the movement deepening the lust filled kiss.

Her clothed thigh slotted perfectly between your legs as her tongue explored your mouth, your body melting into her touch and your hips unceremoniously grinding against the muscle in Sevika’s thigh. She pulled away from the kiss and groaned against your lips, her flesh hand gripping the plump skin of your thigh as her mech hand slid down your stomach.

“Baby what about dinner-” you pouted, the sun was beginning to set outside and you wanted the romantic first night you planned.

She nodded and kissed along your cheek and down to your earlobe, nuzzling the skin around it with her nose before gently biting on your lobe “We can go after i’m done with you..” she purred in your ear, sending a flood of warmth straight to your clit.

“Noooo we can do this after dinner!” You exclaimed hesitantly as you pulled yourself away from your girlfriend’s strong grip to get dressed. Her bruising strength could overpower you any day, but she loved you too much to fight back. So she instead decided to grumble under her breath the entire time it took her to shower and get ready for dinner.

-

Your legs carried your sluggish body through the halls of the resort. You and Sevika had a lovely dinner by the water front, and the food was some of the best cuisine you’d had in your life. But after an eventful dinner, Sevika insisted on “checking out” the resort bar next to the restaurant. And after one too many strawberry daiquiris and a couple shots of Jamaican rum at the bar, you two faced the challenge of getting back to the room.

You were no lightweight. But even after years of college drinking, adult drinking, and even some underaged indulgence, nothing could ever compared to whatever they poured you at that bar. Sevika was a tall lady, it took a lot to barely get her tipsy. You once tried to out drink her when you first got together, but you don’t remember getting home that night and woke up to a losers hangover. But even big strong Sevika was swaying on her way back to the room. You unlocked the room door and pushed inside, immediately stripping from your dress and heels as the intoxication made you all giggly and ready to lay down.

“Dinner was soooo good Vika” Your voice slurred a little as you laid on your back across the hotel bed. Sevika had been unusually quiet since you left the bar, but you were so drunk you barely noticed. She stripped down to her boxers and took off her mech arm before meeting you on the bed. As she hovered over you and buried her head into your chest, you casually ran your fingers through her hair, barely hearing the whiny groan that reverberated into your chest and sent the vibrations down south.

“You okay hun?” You ask, looking down at the love of your life cuddled into your skin. She was notably warm and fidgeting against your touch, her hips rutting against your leg as her soft grey eyes looked up to meet yours. Her pupils were heavily dilated and her hands gripped at your sides hopelessly.

“M-Missed your touch..” She groaned softly as her leg slotted between yours, grinding against the muscle in your leg needily. You rarely saw Sevika drunk, with her high tolerance and ability to control her intake. But with her guard dropped on vacation, you realized why you never saw her this inebriated. She’s a submissive horny drunk. “Missed you…” She whimpered pathetically, sending pressure to all the right places.

You move your hand to caress your lover’s cheek as your other free hand moves to assist Sevika in slotting her clothed mound onto yours. The poor thing was already soaking through her boxers as you pulled her close “You missed me sweet girl?” You spoke, helping her get into position “Show me” Your voice deep and sensual, sending a shockwave of heat and fire down to your love’s clit.

Her flesh arm looped under your leg and placed it over her shoulder as she settled on top of you, her covered clit bulging through her boxers and pressing against yours deliciously. Sevika moaned as her hips moved against your hungrily. You watched through hooded eyes as your big and strong girlfriend whined and whimpered for some over the clothes dry humping. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her eyes shut tightly as her clothed cunt weeped for more.

“Need-” She started, her voice trailing off as she got lost in the motion. Her eyes almost rolled back as she thrusted into you “..need more of you” She whined like a desperate slut. You moaned at the sight, your gorgeous girl getting so flustered on top of you she couldn’t help but whine oh so pathetically. It almost made you want to flip her over and make her cum all night. Almost.

“Okay sweet girl,” You cooed, helping her take off her boxers before taking off your own underwear. Once Sevika was freed from her damp cotton prison, she immediately got back into position and started grinding her needy clit into yours. Her slick coating you and your thighs while she moaned like a whiny pornstar on top of you. People often assumed because of her height and stature that Sevika was always on top, putting you through the mattress, and taking charge. But at times like this, you knew you had all the control.

“Fuck I love this pussy..missed it s-so much…” Sevika stuttered, your hands moving to grip at Sevika’s thick thighs as you moaned at the view of her between your legs. Her desperate movements sending pure pleasure through every blood vessel in your body.

“You look so good like this Vika…fuck you’re drowning me” You groaned out, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your own slick was adding to the sinful sounds that filled your ears and allowed for your girlfriend to move faster against your cunt.

“S-Shit you can’t say things like that” She whimpered as her hips sputtered, you could tell the liquor was helping her get her nut faster. You moved your hand to push her away gently before pressing into her lower stomach to rub her clit, collecting the sweetness you made together. As your other hand pulled her back down to grind harshly against your clit, your honey coated fingers slipped into Sevika’s mouth to coat her tongue.

“You know you like it, be a good pup and clean up” You mewled as your fingers toyed inside her mouth. Sevika moaned loudly at the taste and sucked your digits clean as her eyes rolled back. She rut against you like she was a wolf in heat while you watched in pure intoxicated arousal. The alcohol in your own system working to get you to the finish line just as fast.

“R-Right there vika mhnnn..” You moaned and met her thrusts, your eyes falling to watch your clits coat each others in perfect sinful melody. Your hand left her mouth and reached down to rub her clit with your thumb, the swollen nub slipping out to meet your thumb with every thrust. Sevika groaned pathetically and kissed the inside of your knee, her brain fuzzy and fogged out from the intense pleasure.

“(Y/N)..I-It’s too much baby please…” Sevika whined as her thrusts got sloppier, hinting to her impending climax “Please let me cum..”

“Let it out big mama, cum for me” You commanded as the tight coil in your stomach pulled tighter and tighter. When you looked back up, Sevika was gone and lost in her own gratification. Her eyes shut tight as her hips stuttered and seized, a strained sound leaving her body as thick white sap pooled at your core. It wasn’t long before the coil snapped and your own orgasm crashed into your body like a wave. Your toes curled as your vision went hazy, the come down mixed with the liquor spins making the pleasure even more enjoyable. Your bodies were coated in a thin layer of sweat as Sevika laid on top of you, trying to catch her breath and come down as well.

“Damn..I’ve never seen you like that Sevika” You laugh tiredly, the mention of her name making her sober up almost instantly. She sat up with wide eyes, her cheeks warming up as embarrassment flushed over her sweet face.

“Yeah um…I don’t get this drunk often.” She cleared her throat and stood at the end of the bed, stretching casually like she wasn’t just begging to cum on top of you less than 5 minutes ago. You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully, standing and walking over to kiss her soft lips.

“You know damn well it doesn’t take liquor for you to get whiny and bothered like that” You giggle and pull her to the bathroom to shower for bed. Another day of paradise awaiting you both.

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This took forever to finish and I deleted SOOOOO many drafts but...I hope you enjoyyy :)

Also I went to Jamaica back in 2021 and miss it everyday and wanna write about it so...maybe this will get a pt. 2 if ya'll like it!

I love reading your comments, don't be a stranger! Thank you for reading ily ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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Sevika Headcanons

AH MY WIFE MY LOVE FUCK I LOVE HER. Sorry. The voices. Sfw and NSFW

Sevika, who doesn’t do “nice.” But she does real. She won’t bring you flowers. She’ll bring you your lighter, your jacket, her last smoke. Doesn’t believe in promises, just keeps showing up. No matter what.

Sevika, who lets you patch her up.Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t wince. Just watches your hands move.Even when the blood’s fresh, she says nothing. “I trust you,” she mutters, like that’s normal.

Sevika, who doesn’t use pet names—until she’s buzzed. Usually calls you by your name. Or a grunt. But after a few drinks? “Babe,” “sweetheart,” maybe even a soft “mine.” She never remembers saying it, but she means every word.

Sevika, who fucks you like it’s the last thing keeping her alive. All teeth, hands, breath on your skin. Backed against the wall, head spinning, her voice low in your ear: “Take it.” And you do. Over and over.

Sevika, who makes you grind on her thigh just to see you fall apart. Sits back, one hand resting on your lower back, the other guiding your hips. “Go ahead. Show me how much you want it.”

Sevika, who takes control with a strap like she’s making a point. Gripping your waist, keeping you still, dragging sounds out of you that make her smirk. “You wanted this, remember? Begged for it.”

Sevika, who doesn’t say she misses you—but gets pissy when you don’t call. Won’t admit it’s about you. Just lights another smoke, glares at the wall. Then you walk in and she breathes again. “Took you long enough.”

Sevika, who tries to be soft, even if she’s not good at it. Let’s you sleep on her chest, even if she’s sore. Let’s you play with her hair, even if it annoys her. Let’s you cry. Doesn’t say much, just holds you tighter.

Sevika, who doesn’t sleep well unless you’re tangled up with her. She’ll act annoyed about it. Say you hog the bed. But if you roll too far away? She pulls you right back. “Right here. Stay.”

Sevika, who gets off on your strength—but still wants to ruin you. You fight her for control, and she lets you win—sometimes. Other times? You’re flat on your back, breath knocked out of you, her mouth on your throat. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

Sevika, who wakes up before you just to watch you sleep. Not in a creepy way. She just… can’t believe you’re real sometimes. Smiles at the way your lip twitches when you dream. Runs her fingers along your back so lightly you never stir.

Sevika, who gets very quiet when she’s about to finish. No loud moaning, no growls. Just a shaky breath, a clenched jaw, and your name. Sharp, low, like it hurts to say.

I love sevika. So fucking much. You guys have NO idea.

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writing my first fic in what feels like forever??? lowkey love modern!vika so I hope yall do too 🙈

there’s a hint to the plot in the tags 👀

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Sevika Imagines⋆｡°✩

NSFW

Minors DNI 🫵🏾

⚬Sub!Sevika truther here. Like yes she has the strap on her, yes its big, and ribbed for your pleasure obviously, but……what about her needs?

⚬Sevika who loooves getting fingered. After a long day of fighting Silco’s battles and taking all the shit she has to endure, nothing eases her stress like going dumb on your fingers. She will suck, spit, gag, even ride your fingers after a hard day’s work as long as you tell her how perfect she looks taking you so well. Her needy pussy making a mess while her stress melts away at your touch.

⚬Sevika who has a huuge praise kink. You think the most loyal person in Zaun who’s constantly being thrown around and hurt wouldn’t melt at being called “good" for once? I think if you told her she did a good job at literally anything she’d get wet.

⚬Sevika who can’t touch herself anymore. When she tries, it’s never even half as good as when you do it. Something about the way your fingers move along her body, or maybe it’s how your tongue knows how to make her head spin. It gets so bad that you came home from work one day to find her in bed ass up trying to satisfy herself. Her big grey eyes filled with tears as her clit throbbed and dripped with sin.

⚬Sevika who wakes you up in the middle of the night, groaning pathetically as her hips buck into yours from behind. You stir awake to find her flesh hand in the waistband of your shorts while she whines in your ear about some dream she had. She practically begs you to wake up and help her, and when you claim you're too tired, she climbs on top and grinds her wet cunt into yours til sunrise.

⚬Sevika who secretly loves fooling around in public…but only when you do it. She tries to act tough like it’s so bad to sneak off from your friends, or when she playfully fights back when you try to touch her in a dressing room at the mall, but she never resists for long. She practically falls apart and soaks through her boxers when you push her into a bathroom stall at the movies, your hushed giggles and roaming hands making her stomach flip.

⚬Sevika who didn’t feel true love and devotion until she had sex with you. You took care of her in ways she had never experienced before. You took time to learn her body and find out what made her feel good, how she liked to be treated, and how to please her in ways brothels never could. It made her so comfortable around you, that her body willed itself to your every command.

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This is lowkey really short and it's kinda ass since I haven't written in quite some time.........BUT I'm gonna keep working on my skills so I can give the people the raunchiest sevika content possible 🙂‍↕️

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