#sevik

[fict1onallyobsessed]

OKAY OKAY COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SMTH ABOUT SEVIKA PROTECING READER BECAUSE OF SOMETHING LIKE HERE ON THIS PIC SHE PROTECTS JINX AND ISHA??

im sorry if i wrote something wrong but english is not my first language😭🙏

OF COURSE !!!!!!! I have an idea for this...

I got a little carried away and gave you more LOL sorry

Sevika x Fem!Reader

She grabbed you before you could process the fan being turned on. Thankfully, you weren't too far from the table that protected you both, otherwise you would have been swept with the air flow violently.

Your side hurt. The shot Caitlyn took must have not only pierced your skin but the force broke your rib too. Whatever the gun was made of was strong enough to go through the stone pillar behind you partially as well.

Safe to say it hurt as fuck.

You clutched your side and winced as Sevika crouched with you in front of her, the stone table keeping you sat up, but barely. Sevika's new metal arm grabbed onto the table and kept her put, the other going to hold your side with you.

You weren't sure whether your adrenaline was keeping you lucid or if the shot wasn't truly that bad. Regardless, you didn't want to hang around much longer.

You looked up at your girlfriend, head slightly bouncing off the stone behind you as you rested it. She looked worried, and although nothing but pain was filling your sense, you found the energy to sigh and show her a small smile.

Her hair was flying around with the wind, her face showing slight worry and mostly focus as she tried to keep you both behind the table.

"You'll be fine." She mouthed, and you couldn't do much more but nod. You trusted her. You believed her...but the blood slowly seeping through the cracks of your fingers, and onto her hand covering yours, it was looking more like you were not going to be fine.

The wind seemed everlasting and the longer you sat there, waiting for it to stop, the dizzier you became.

You wanted to see Sevika's face for as long as you could. Taking in her scowl of concentration, the barely noticeable glint of nervousness in her eye when she met yours, the shiny scar across her cheek.

You thought she was leaning down to get out of the wind more, but instead she leaned down to your ear and spoke through the loud fan.

"Don't look at me like that." She spoke it as a command as her hand squeezed your bleeding side.

"Like what?" You scoffed quietly, immediately feeling the burn in your rib.

"Like you're about to say goodbye. You're fine."

You hummed and looked back up at her when she pulled away, leaving no room for discussion.

She was so gorgeous, holding you, protecting you, as if you were about to disappear any minute.

Your head spun so much you didn't even notice the fan turn off. Sevika lifted you off the ground and instructed Jinx, who was also carrying a girl, where to go. It all came out as muffled to you though, as the blood loss slowly stared winning, and you passed out.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was two heads looking down at you. Jinx's braids tickled your nose, while the other girls hair wasn't even long enough to reach her eyebrows. You groaned, immediately going in to hold your side as a reflex to find it bandaged.

"I told you to let her rest." Sevika's voice rung out in a disappointed tone as she walked in with a bunch of fresh bandages in her hand. Presumably for you.

You were in Silco's office, laid down on his sofa. The table was covered with medical supplies, alcohol bottles and jinx's crafts, but your eyes ended up laying upon Sevika. Her worried expression had you worried.

"How are you feeling?" Sevika asked, looking down at you as she put the obnoxious amount of wraps on the table.

"Trust you to get shot." Jinx scoffed playfully as she stared down at you, knowing damn well that bullet was meant for her. "Took it like a champ though!"

You chuckled back and attempted to sit up, but Sevika was faster and pushed you back down, shaking her head.

"I'm fine." You spoke, but Sevika wouldn't relent. She kept you laying down as she changed your bandages carefully. Your eyes fell from Sevika onto the little girl who was still staring down at you. "Who would have thought Jinx took in a stray. What's your name?"

"Her name is Isha. She's sticking around." Jinx replied matter-of-factly, a small smirk on her face as she said it. It made you giggle a bit.

"Alright, out." Sevika stood up from crouching beside you as she finished your bandages. Jinx took Isha and left, excited to show her some of her trinkets to get her mind off of...recent events. "She needs to rest."

"I'm alright." You spoke, reaching out for Sevika's hand to help you up. "How bad was it?"

"Bad enough to have me worried." She sighed, sitting beside you and letting you lean on her.

"Sorry." You sighed back, almost identically. "And you know, thank you."

She wrapped her hand around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"Anytime."

[countdykulaa]

﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ LUXURIOUS⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ spoilt! reader x sevika ⠀ ❫

you're spoiled rotten . you know it . your brother knows it, and sevika's poor wallet sure knows the fact . your mother gave you everything she could though you weren't by any means rich . you went to the best schools a lower middle class family could afford thanks to a scholarship, a fancy pair of shoes bought every couple years in contrast to your peers and even went overseas on your own a few times . this rather ordinary upbringing did little to deter the pit of greed rotting your teeth away with each request .

where your mom fell short your looks picked up . all you had to do was walk down the street on a friday night and all your drinks would be paid for . you don't know what it was about you or where the sudden shift came from , but everyone around you looked at you less like the invisible one , doomed to join the shadows and more like the one with stars dancing on their skin . it took a while getting used to it , but after a while peoples generosity turned less into a gift and more into a quiet expectation . all this to say sevika swears she found you like this .

she swears the entitlement in your eyes was shining big and bright under those fluorescent lights the minute she locked eyes with you at a club with your friends . you were probably half her age , still raw with a rebellious look . she knew the moment her eyes trailed down to the scandalous two piece you had on that you wouldn't give her the time of day if she didn't buy your whole table drinks . sevika knows your type and by the way you tilt your head and gaze at her , unabashed and curious , you know hers too .

what initially started as a drunken one night stand turned into something more but it was by no means an accident . sevika took the initiative , asking you on the date while the taste of your pussy was still lingering on her tongue . she needed to make sure you knew she was serious about wanting to be with you. take care of you the way she knew you expected. you responded with a nod of the head and smile of approval , dragging her in for what turned out to be a long two days.

dating you was nothing short of exhausting in the best way possible. you were nothing like most of the other brats she dated you were something else . you never asked for what you knew she wouldn't give you and that was what made you dangerous . you let her take the lead despite the snark comments that often leave your mouth . she'd guide you down the street with her hand on the small of your back , let you order for the both of thwm and chased off anyone so much as looking in your direction for too long.

she buys you the best gifts money can buy and stocks up on groceries because she knows how much you love to cook for her. flowers were always a constant presence even in her absence but now they're bigger … brighter , replaced every week instead of every other week . she doesn't just take you to get your nails done and braids platted every month, but also makes sure she waits the whole five hours , phone in hand as she watches the game . her reward is the food from her favourite place , paid by her of course. she took care of you in all the ways that mattered.

half the times you toyed with her lips or ran your fingers over her clit was more you playing around than it was making her cum . you swirled your fingers around her bush , felt the wetness running down her thighs . even suck your middle finger on her clit at times . sometimes making her cum was another way to entertain yourself . you especially liked the way sevika would react when your long nails accidentally swiped on her lips . the quick thrust she'd give , etching towards the slight pain . those nights always ended with her blazed out , eyes wide and dazed as you rode her to no end . at times you'd see how many times you could beg her to fuck you while her harness hit her clit in a way that would send her hurtling into another orgasm back to back with minimal stop . she rarely complained , even when it hurt , even when she , the acclaimed brat tamer was on the verge of tears herself .

your definition of topping included shoving her down the couch , lifting your mini skirt up as you straddled her shoulders and riding her face until you got impatient and whiney and made her take over . you'd never outright say it , but she'd know whenever those long stilettos sunk into her hair and grip with a harshness that would elicit a hiss from her occupied lips . she'd sink her blunt nails into your thighs and dragging you up and down her face herself . she knows you , knows you won't give her cock or hardening clit the light of day until you've had your fill . you're spoilt and lazy and greedy and … sevika's pants feel tighter than ever as she gives some aborted thrusts into the air .

she swears she could come from this . from pleasing you . from watching the money leave her bank account the moment a satisfied smile graced your features . and cum she does , right in her pants . you pay it no mind nor the high pitched whines she shudders against your clit .

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[strawberrykidneystone]

IM THE BIGGEST FAN OF YOURS

i love what you write so much, i think at this point im officially stalking your blog

Can you pretty please write how would sevika react if her partner said the safe word? Would she ignore it? Turn all soft and sweet? Would she be concerned or try to push a little further?

AHHHHH TYSM <3333

if you ever used the safe word, yall got me FUCKED UP if you think she’s going to ignore it

she would stop whatever she was doing and check on you to see what happened

immediately into comfort mode and if you let her, she’ll hold you in her arms, softly petting your hair

she’ll ask if you want to talk about it and why you used your safe word

if you want to talk, she’ll listen and nod along as you talk, asking questions about what worked and what didn’t

if you don’t want to talk or be didn’t want to be touched, she would understand and wrap you up in a burrito of blankets

she would also watch you sleep (NOT IN A CREEPY WAY) and replay the moment in her mind so that she NEVER does it again

or if things just went to far/were too overwhelming, she’d actively work on checking in on you more often

a little too much at first like you have to sit her down and tell her that asking you 10 times in 5 minutes while she’s going down on you if you’re okay is a little excessive LMAO

the next day, she’d pamper the shit out of you i’m talking a bubble bath with her sitting next to the tub while the bubbles basically swallow you up

she’d get one of those tub trays and feed you dinner while in the bath with your favorite show playing

if you want her to join you,,, she’ll ask if you’re sure with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever )))): BUT she’ll happily join you <333

the water overflows and it’s a big mess but who cares

UGH she’s be so sweet but also a little apprehensive to initiate sex again for a while like you’d have to initiate it or give her a LOT of reassurance

a/n: if you saw me accidentally post this before i was writing it no you didn’t

[larapeachsstuff]

"Loyalty"

Silcoxf!reader (3k words) - part 1 (part 2 will arrive next week, hopefully)

⚠️ Warnings: mention of blood, cussing and killing, elements of smut

Set during Finn's death scene in Silco's office (episode 1x09, The Monster you created)

Please read the end notes, I have added some picture as references for the rifle

Enjoy the reading 🌟

The feeling of soft silk sheets is the first thing you feel on your bare skin as you slowly open your eyes to greet a new morning. Or afternoon, judging from the hour on the clock on your bedside as you turn the head. You have slept again too much, and the most important part of the day is gone. Might as well just return to sleep and spend the rest of the day sinking in the reddish sheets of his bed. The softness of the pillow embraces your face and covers your sleepy breathing, as you brain activates slowly, still in a dreaming state.

Covering your head with your hands, you try to shield your eyes from the light that comes from the window right in front of you. A hint of sun designs a straight line which ends right into your face, giving you that comforting feel of cuddling heat but blurring your sight at the same time. Letting out a soft sleepy groan, you sit down and uncovered yourself, only to find your naked body hit by the cold air of the room and shivers spreading all over your chest and back.

That is enough reasonable - you think - to return to bed immediately, under the secure covers, fragrant with his body perfume, a mist of tobacco, something strong similar to whisky and a hint of sandalwood. The familiar smell embraces your nose and your senses, immediately relaxing your back and shoulders, while spreading in your lungs.

The red silk is covering your body and hiding from you the sight of your chest and limbs. But anyway, you know that your body is covered in traces left from the past hours, late at night when you and Silco had left yourselves indulge in primal and lascivious actions. Instincts had roamed free, without any type of shame or regret and your sore back and legs are the proofs of what had happened in that bed last night. The feeling of his big hand on your tight, keeping it down and spread open while, without breaking the eye contact, he was tasting you with a primal need and a dedication that made your legs trembling many times, following his finger’s movement inside you and his palm’s, rubbing your clitoris faster and faster until…

“Stop, for Jenna’s sake…I have to contain myself…I can’t think about it as the first thing in the morning” you think to yourself.

Deciding that you are making a fool of yourself, and it is enough, you decide to get out of the bed, even though the chilly air is still there, and your naked back is not so happy about it, sending shivers down your spine. The feel of your bare foot on the ground is the decisive action that brings you fully back on track and your program for the day appears crystal clear in your mind.

But, how fool of you to think that the memory of his body pressed so hard against yours is something that you can discharge that simply. Just a glimpse of your naked body in the vertical mirror near the wardrobe snaps you back to your lustful memories, but this time they hit harder than the first.

Naked skin touching naked skin. The sound of his thrusting inside you from behind and of his low tense belly against your bottom. His firm hand on your hip while the other one kept you neck high, forcing you to look at the two bodies in the mirror. The sounds of you own pleasure filling the room, while the light of some candles was trembling due to the little air that infiltrated though the window. The blurring of your vision underneath your semi-closed and rolled eyes, your mind in a state of ecstasy and guided by the immense pleasure of his movements. The clenching of his teeth on your shoulders and neck while his member was going in and out, trusting harder each time. The soft whispering behind your ear as he touched your clitoris while still being inside…

“You like that, ah? You little slut…admiring you in such a submissive state is something that I find myself eager to see every day. Grant me the honour to fill that pretty hole of yours, sweetheart”, said with a languish and sarcastic tone.

"For fuck’s sake, woman, get a hold on yourself!” you think to yourself, after covering your face with your hands, in order not to see in the mirror the hot redness that has spread all over your cheeks, flushing them hard. Taking the first piece of clothing that was at your sight, you put it on, just to discover it was Silco’s black shirt from last night, thrown on the floor without a care in the world.

Luck is definitely not on your side today, with the smell, all over the shirt, of his body and a hint of sex – your mind still playing jokes on your memories and senses. Not that it is the only cloth in that state. Other items are scattered all over the room: your pants are set on the chair, and you remember the exact moment they went undone and the gaze of Silco’s two-tone eyes as he set them on your panties. With a quick search, you find the latest too, on top of his nightstand, set beside a glass of water with a little note attached.

Hope you have slept well. Lots of meetings today but I should be free for dinner. I’ll wait for you at 20.00 in my office. Use the back exit. – S

The short note is enough to bring a big smile on your face and make you giggle like a little girl. The soft and well cured handwriting of Silco doesn’t let anything out and his instructions are clear. After an intense day of meetings and duties, you company at dinner is one of the few things that Silco indulges into and finds himself waiting to attend to. Evenings and nights, lustful or not, are your favourite part of the day, even though they have become less frequent in the last period because of the numerous tedious problems Silco has to resolve.

Hope you have slept well – you read the first few words a couple of times with a soft giggle and a tender heat in your heart. Silco is not a person that shows his feelings so openly with a lot of people and the rare moments in which he lets himself relax and indulges in feelings are very precious. His face seems to acquire a completely different expression, his tough traits become more tender and his eyes shine with a new light, even the deep orange one.

Silco is more used to let out his affection though actions and not direct words, so the interactions in bed, late at night, when the two of you are still awake are pearls to preserve in your memory. You got used to the feeling of his hand on your low back as he guides you while the two of you are walking, or the thumb that traces circles on your hand while you are reading or resting in bed with him in the evening. Not that these moments are something you would reject or discard, they are still so precious in your heart and every time they let free little butterflies in your stomach, but the quiet moments where he lets his guard down, also just for a little bit, make you feel special and one of the few privileged ones to see his true self.

The feeling of your face on his bare chest, while it goes up and down with a steady rhythm, and soft words escaping from his lips, praising you, while one hand is playing with your hair, relaxing both you and him at the same time.

“When I find myself laying here with you, my love, it seems like the world pause just for a couple of seconds and that’s what I need to keep going”

“I would certain be uncertain with what I would have done if it wasn’t for you presence, sweetheart”

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t go away, I am all yours tonight”

Again, letting butterflies forming in your belly as you think of his soft and loving tone escaping from his lips, a big smile covers your face from one side to another. The instructions on the little note are clear and they give you freedom for the rest couple of hours – it would be a good idea to go home to take some spare clothes for the night and the next day. Taking the panties from his nightstand to put them on, you look around to search for the rest of the clothes, only to find your bra tucked under one of the pillows and your shirt under the bed. While bending to reach it, your eyes glance over the rifle near your nightstand, one of the latest works of Jinx. It was taken from an enforcer, an ‘accidental’ victim of Silco’s attacks of the last period – it is a long but manageable weapon, with a steady rear grip and slim barrel, designed to shoot at long distances but also terribly good at short ones, as you have experienced the rifle’s butt to be a perfect club if needed. The weapon comes in a black colour out of stock, but it is currently decorated with some bright pink and neon blue lines that show its long body, thanks to the hands of Jinx, who was so considerate to also add some optical lenses on the top to help with the aiming. It is one of your most beloved objects and you feel safe just by its presence – also, the commitment of the little girl on it is something that warms your heart every time. Taking the rifle in your hands you notice the signature of a little monkey on the central body, typical of Jinx, this one painted in bright green to show it off.

A tender smile appears on your face as you inspect the arm to see how many bullets are still in the barrel shroud when, all of a sudden, you hear the familiar sound of Silco’s office door and footsteps of someone entering the room. You let the rifle near the door and search once again for your clothes, to be at least a bit presentable in front of the Eye of Zaun, not in a state that tells ‘I actually just got out of bed simply because I had nothing better to do.’ You just want to quickly give him a loving greeting and then go home for a bit, but you have just turned the nob of the bedroom’s door, when the office one is thrown open again, this time with a louder sound and other figures enter the room.

‘I’m busy’ Silco says with an annoyed voice.

After that, you hear the sound of someone’s body plopping on a chair, probably the one in front of the desk, and then a moment of silence. The voice of a certain person that you hate with all of your heart fills the room, setting a tense atmosphere that you can fell through the door.

‘When you took out Vander, - Finn starts saying – I thought, now here’s the man who understands how to run an enterprise. The attitude, the instinct, the eye… the whole package you were – always two steps ahead. But time’s loved you, old man’.

Cold blood starts to flow through your veins at his words, a clear provocation, but you decide anyway to slightly push the door to peek and see the situation for yourself. Silco is seated on his chair, with a glass of what you suppose is his usual whisky in his hand, scanning the room and looking at Finn with a reclined head, glancing in a menacing way in his direction.

‘You with him, are you?’ the rhetorical question of Silco completely ignores Finn and is directed to a person behind him, but they are covered by the bedroom’s door and out of your sight.

‘You screwed up, Silco’ – you know this voice, Renni, one of the chem-barons, not someone to underestimate.

Silco finishes his drink in one sip and sets the empty glass on the desk with a loud thud, before starting speaking with a calm but judging tone.

‘You are too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an enterprise… we had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now, I’m forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leech of their legacies’

Finn’s face is just partially visible to you, you are looking at his back mostly, but you can imagine his annoyed and bored expression facing Silco, not grasping a minimal hint from his words. Sevika, on the other hand, in clearly visible to you, standing behind Silco, a strange look on her face like she is battling with something inside her, eyes fixed on a random spot of the desk, lost in her thoughts but paying attention at the atmosphere at the same time.

An intense and cold shiver runs from your neck to the end of your back, travelling thought the spine as you sense that something is terribly wrong with the situation - Silco being so calm but pissed at the same time, Sevika giving mixed signals and Finn being the unpredictable asshole he always is. Without wasting a moment after this realization, you reach for the rifle making the lightest movements as possible to conceal your presence – the weight of the weapon in your hand and on the right shoulder gives you a moment of relief as you prepare yourself near the door, the tip of the barrel just slightly out of the door’s frame.

Situations of distress and danger are common in Zaun, you have never lived an entire day without the strange subtle feeling of constant notice of the surroundings, to catch potential threats, but this is different. Here is Silco the one that finds himself in an uncomfortable and dangerous position – Sevika is battling something inside her and doesn’t seem her usual self, always so strong, so decisive.

 ‘She is with them’

The thought strikes your brain as you are scrutinizing her through the lenses on the rifle – ‘No, impossible, Sevika has always been his right shoulder, his helper, his loyal guard… she would never…’ but a slight reflex of light on something interrupts your trail of thoughts.

Sevika is slowly taking out her sword from her mechanical arm, now covered with a red poncho – the sunlight had hit the weapon, sending its reflex to your direction, revealing her intensions to you.

‘She is going to do that… Sevika is going to kill him for real’

You were going to lose everything… Silco, Jinx, your life and the things you have built in the last months with him… no more kisses, no more soft whispered words at night, no unconscious movements in the night to embrace you in his arms while you are sleeping – nothing. But you are not so prone to lose everything like this, to some stupid and rebellious plan of some insignificant insect like Finn. A new feel grows in your heart, hotter this time, which starts from your low belly – a sense of danger but also of anger at the same time. You do not agree with the decision that those people in the room had taken and you want to change the planned ending of it.

Aiming directly at Sevika’s face, you adjust your position, slightly parting your leg to give you a more stable position, one eye closed to aim better and not miss the shot. The little green monkey is laughing at you from the rifle’s surface and a light smile appears on your face despite the situation because you can fell in the weapon and in you the strength of Jinx.

Looking back at the room, a vision strikes your heart, which starts pumping blood quickly in your body, making your head pulsing from tension.

‘Today is the day you die, Silco’ – Finn spits.

Sevika rises her drawn sword behind Silco, her red poncho opening like a swing and covering the back of Silco – a wild eagle ready to kill her pray from above.

‘That’s a risk I’ve known all my life… but I still believe in loyalty’

The exact moment in which Silco enounces the last word, the sharp blade of Sevika strikes down and you shoot. The familiar recoil of the rifle hits your shoulder, and a shocked and hurt expression appears on Sevika’s face, as your bullet hits her mechanical arm and not her face, the bullet’s trajectory changed by her sudden movement. Liquid shimmer starts to spill from the hole left by the shot and the woman looks in your direction, intercepting the rifle’s tip and locking her eyes with yours. Your face tells anger, delusion, and fear all together, but when you open the door, revealing yourself, what appears in front of you is completely different from what your heart was suffering for.

Finn is holding his throat, suffocated moans escaping from it, while blood spills from his neck, hands trying to stop the red flowing.

Silco is resting his head on one hand, heavy breathing for a moment that let intend his surprise and fear of what could have happened. But it lasts just for a couple of seconds before his two-coloured gaze sets again on Renni, the furious orange and black eye saying that there will be consequences for this.

‘I would have your son killed for this, though I suppose we are ahead on that account’ he says.

Renni doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, too focused on her failed plan and the urgent need to get out of the room as soon as possible – with trembling legs and an uncoordinated little run, she rushes out of the office, leaving a hurt Sevika, Silco and you alone.

You look at Silco, who has his eye fixed on the desk, still processing what has just happened before moving his head towards you. Eyes locking with eyes, emotions and feelings colliding, hearts pumping and sending signals to brains - his blue eye locks on yours, eyebrows raise with a surprised expression while he acknowledge your presence in the room. What strikes him is your position - legs open for stabilization, rifle still in position on your shoulder, aiming at Sevika while looking at him with intense eyes, a veil blurring your vision, anticipating tears of worries.

A soft oh escapes Silco's mouth - he parts his lips to say something but is interrupted by a shout

“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU SHOT ME! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?” - Sevika retreats her sword and spits her words coming near you

“Oh, for Jenna! I am sorry Sevika, I am sorry… I thought you were…were… I mean, I know you would have never but…I mean…”

“I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT! YOU SHOT ME AND YOU WERE AIMING FOR THE FACE! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAM MIND!?” Sevika arrives in front of you with heavy steps, eyes filled with range and fury, while holding the injured arm, stopping the shimmer from pouring all over the carpet.

“DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING SHOUT AT ME SEVIKA! I WAS PROTECTING HIM! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CLEAR, NOT RISING YOUR FRICKING SWORD IN THAT WAY!”

“DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Sevika and you are shouting in the middle of the office, right in front of Flinn's dead body, still on the chair, while his blood is clotting on his vest. Sevika is furious, her eyes are burning with hot flames coming straight from her soul.

“Did you really think I would have done something like that to him?! How can you be so stupid, for fuck’s sake”

“I…I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face, Sevika, I am sorry…”

“So, you think you can actually read my goddamn mind with just a simple glance at my face. What are you, a fucking psychic?”

You open your mouth to respond, offended by the woman's words and tone, but a soft paternalistic voice cuts you out.

“Children, quit it, arguing won't clean my office from this incompetent's dead body. Sevika, dispose of him. You stay, - and his eyes sets upon you - we need to have a little chat”

Sevika grunts in your face, fury still surrounding her, before silently carrying Finn’s body on one of her shoulders and out of the room. Once the door is closed behind her, Silco gets up to lock the door - a big red stain can be seen on the chair and little purple lines traces the previous movements of Sevika and her arm.

“I am sorry Silco. I thought you were going towards some serious trouble… I couldn't stand the idea of… I don't know… seeing you injured… or, worse, seeing you de…”

“Shut up” - his words cut your voice. “Sit down” Silco says, pointing his finger in his chair’s direction. His tone is demanding and doesn’t leave any possibility of reply – you proceed to sit on his tall chair, right in front of the greenish window, as Silco positions himself between you and the desk, leaning on the desk. His gaze is pointing, puzzling, set on your face, emotions blocked by his strong self-control.

“Do you understand what you were about to perform? Can you grasp what the consequences of your actions would have been? Shooting Sevika is not something that I would be so eager to experience in my office. Let’s hear what you have to say”

“I was getting ready to go home, before returning for dinner, when I heard some noises and saw what was going on. I relied on my instincts, and I grabbed the rifle – I hold the position but when I saw Sevika, I couldn’t hold myself… I misunderstood the situation… I thought you were in trouble…Silco I…”

“Instincts can be deceiving, sweetheart, and bring us on the wrong path. Allow me to explain the importance of self-control” – Silco stands up from the desk and approach you with a subtle smirk on his face. You tilt you head up to meet his eyes and give him a confused look, not understanding what is happening. Silco looks down and invites you to follow his gaze – still puzzled, you do so just to encounter his crotch right in front of your eyes. There is indeed a bulge forming in his pants.

“You see, sweetheart, what you cause me, appearing in my office with a rifle and nothing but my shirt and little panties on, just to ensure I was all right? I would bend you over right away to give you the punishment you merit for an action like that, making you cry until you come all over my desk, but I am controlling myself because I have something else in mind for you tonight.” – after his words, you actually become aware of you situation – seated on his chair, wearing just his black shirt and underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination while the smell of blood still hovers in the air. But the adrenaline of before still flows in your veins, greedy to find a way out of your body.

“Your self-control is impeccable as always, Sil, but I find myself rather drawn by your proposal of a punishment. I think you own me one, given my out-of-mind actions of before” – you say, imitating his vocal cadence.

“I normally would punish you in another way, but the sight of you all pretty seated on my chair is not something I want to waste today. Let’s say that you can start by taking it in your mouth, then we will see how to proceed”.

A smirk appears on his face, a lascivious blue eye set on your body, semi-exposed by the large shirt – looking at his expression, you find yourself impatience to discover your punishment.

Hi guysss! Hope you have enjoyed the story so far 😊

I leave you here the rifle's picture - it is the same as Caytlin's (love her weapon) but in the story it is a little modified by Jinx.

[sevikasenby]

SEVIKA NATION WAKE THE FUCK UPPPPPPP

[marutchi]

[thearoaceshark]

ARCANE ACT 3 SPOILERS‼️

So the AU where everything turns out well, how do we feel about that?

The truth is that it hurts that they show us how it could have been better than the disaster that we have seen, but at the same time it answers many questions. The truth is that I enjoyed knowing about the existence of that alternate universe.

With that said, this universe also confirms (once again) what Jinx said, right? It was Vi who created Jinx. Truth be told, yes, Silco did a lot of damage and was one of the reasons they got to that situation, but it was also Vi's actions that dragged her there, and years later she continues to make mistake after mistake. Many bad things happened to Vi, some of which she had no control over, but in the end many of the things she experienced were a result of her actions or how she reacted to certain situations. I'm not saying to blame her for all the shit that happened in her life, just that she could have made better decisions.

On the other hand Jayce, who I assume either also died in the explosion, or was imprisoned, or had his job taken away, in that universe.

I don't hate Jayce for his actions in the last few chapters at all, I knew that killing Viktor was something that SHOULD be done. On the contrary, I was angry since before because he saved Viktor's life instead of destroying the Hexcore as he had promised him, and his actions and bad decisions throughout the first season and at the beginning of the second made me so angry. From the beginning they had me shouting that they should listen to Heimerdinger and not mess with magic, and I didn't like him for not listening to him and on top of that they expelled him from the council, of which Mel is also guilty (with they I mean Jayce, Viktor, and Mel, but it's mostly Jayce the one that should have listen).

And I just find this very curious. There is already the joke that both characters (Vi and Jayce) are intelligent on their own, but a disaster when they are together, but even apart they make bad decisions. It's not that they aren't intelligent, they are, but they make VERY bad decisions.

And I know that Ambessa and others are the main culprits of the misfortune that occurs, but I am fascinated by how the plot is formed from the mistakes that other characters make, and they give the tools to Ambessa (and others) to then manipulate them and use them at their favor. Vi and Jayce being the ones who make the most essential mistakes.

And the alternate universe, where they apparently have no role, is where the story is going best.

I don't know if that makes sense but it's the conclusion I've come to. I could be wrong because the emotions of the moment have me overwhelmed and do not allow me to concentrate on giving a deep reading, but I still wanted to share it. Again Vi and Jayce are not to blame for everything that happened, but they made the wrong desicions that infuenced the most on the plot.

[givegowonagun]

i cannot find the fic i was talking about for the LIFE OF ME but i have this really good artwork saved it’s by @ wickedpan_ on twitter. i will not let me post it here bc it’s explicit 😒

https://x.com/wickedpan_/status/1890340767006122384?s=46

ok hear me out sevika with this mechanic hand holding you by your waist and guiding you up and down on her strap. similar to that one fic of caitvi where vi is using one gauntlet to hold cait and fuck her on her other one…….do y’all see the vision

[sunflowerwinds]

take care | s.a

summary: you get absolutely hammered at a party with your bestfriend, caitlyn, and you call your girlfriend to the rescue when your exhaustion hits you out of nowhere. sevika takes care of your intoxicated state and the groggy morning after.

pairing: fem!reader x sevika arcane

contains: slight modern!au (they use cell phones), established relationship, alcohol consumption, cait & mel being BAD BITCHES, fluff, mentions of suggestive content, sevika being so attentive and patient <3

word count: 2.9K

a/n: absolutely self-indulgent, i wrote this the day after recovering from a hangover LMAO <3 i hope you all enjoy!!

You truthfully couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten as drunk as you were at this very moment. A friend of your best friend's had invited you two out to this warehouse party-club situation. You were hesitant at first, not knowing if you had that in you but the second you arrived at the apartment of the friend, who you found out was named Mel, and they were pregaming with Fireball and Malibu shots, you knew you were incredibly fucked.

You had a great time, granted.

Your best friend, Caitlyn, Mel, and you made new friends amid the crowd. The girls were so lovely, throwing compliments on hair, makeup, and outfits back and forth.

Before you knew it you had made your way onto the stage with the DJ, telling him to play a certain selection of songs. He even lets you queue them up on his laptop. You huff as you realize that you want to go home but Mel was talking to some tall man who was quite handsome off stage in a corner and Caitlyn was with you on stage but she was busy talking to a red-haired butch that was covered in tattoos on the other side of the large stage.

You reach lazily into your back pocket, pulling out your phone to call your girlfriend. You blink rapidly to try and focus your eyes on your screen, leaning a bit to one side as if that would help your slightly blurry vision due to both your intoxication and the number of strobe lights.

You successfully press the call button and hold the speaker up to your ear as you take slow steps over to Caitlyn, tapping her bare shoulder as she is wearing a rosewood red lace tank and a short black skirt. You mutter an apology to someone you bumped into as you tap on her shoulder again.

She turns her head around to see you holding up your phone to your ear, furrowing her brows.

“Wait, darling, who are you calling?” Caitlyn shouts over the music, one hand on the girl’s shoulder that she was talking to and the other brushing her long blue hair over her ear.

“Sevik– Hi, baby!” You beam as the line clicks, cutting yourself off before nodding to Caitlyn and mouthing, ‘Sevika’.

You think you hear a little bit of shuffling on the other line before you shake your head with a frown, looking up at your best friend. The line clicked off so you assumed you needed to go somewhere quiet to be able to talk to the woman you loved.

“Cait, wait a minute. I’m gonna,” you take a deep breath to stabilize yourself, holding a hand out to make sure you don’t face plant onto the ground. “‘M gonna go just a little bit outside so that Sev can pick us up. I’ll be righ’ back, okay?”

“No, no, you’re not going alone. Wait right here. Do not move.”

The taller woman turns to the butch she was talking to, sending her a quick flirty smile before leaning down to say something in her ear. You wait patiently for her, looking down at your screen again to see a few message notifications from Sevika.

from sevi ❤︎ | Babe, is everything okay?

from sevi ❤︎ | You did mean to call me, right?

from sevi ❤︎ | Please text me, my love. I’m getting a bit worried.

Your heart aches at the bright reminders that you have a girlfriend: who cares about your well-being. You look up to see Caitlyn placing a kiss to the woman's cheek before handing her back her phone. You swore even being as drunk as you were, you could tell how flustered that woman was. You understood though.

Caitlyn is fucking stunning.

“We grab Mel and we head outside, okay? I see her right there.” Caitlyn’s long arm hooks on yours, a big of a smug grin on her face.

“She was hot! You gave her your number right?” You squeal as you carefully step down with Caitlyn to the ground level once again.

A wave of nausea washed over you as you attempted to balance yourself out. You believe Caitlyn confirmed the fact that she had gotten the butch’s number but the next thing you remember is being face-to-face with Mel and the man she had been talking to.

She tells you his name, leaning in to shout it in your ear.

“Jay? Hi Jay! You are very handsome,” you shout in his face, a stupid smile on your face.

The man’s face twists in amusement at your state and looks at Mel with a softer expression. “H-Hi! It’s Jayce but thank you.”

Your mouth forms into an ‘o’ at how you misheard the name, stuttering out apologies. He waves it off, telling you it's okay.

“I think someone’s calling you,” the man, Jayce, points to your phone that was buzzing in your hand.

You look down at it, muttering a curse as it was Sevika calling you once again and you are still inside the loud crowded warehouse.

“Meli, we’ve got to go outside for a moment. Sevika’s calling her,” Caitlyn placed a hand on Mel’s forearm.

Mel looked between you and Jayce, excusing herself to the man and reassuring him that she’d be right back. He told her it was fine and to not worry about it. You couldn’t hold back your awe and wave ‘bye’ at Jayce as Caitlyn and Mel now had one arm hooked on either one of yours as the three of you made your way outside.

“I’ll call her back,” Caitlyn reaches for your phone that was gripped tightly in your hand.

You easily allow her to take it from you, resting your head on Mel’s shoulder as the fresh air hits you the second you step outside. You hum a random tune as Mel rests her head on your head too, rubbing her free palm on your hand.

Caitlyn took a step away from you two to dial Sevika on your phone again to let her know that you were fine and just wanted to go home. Within minutes after ringing her back, Sevika was in her beaten town truck just across the street. You gasped at the sight of it, even in your drunken state, you were able to recognize the familiar vehicle.

Sevika walks over to you three, greeting Mel and Caitlyn first before allowing you to wrap your arms around her torso to lean into her touch. You held yourself up weakly, stumbling over the curb.

“Sevika,” you sigh with a slight groan.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here. We’re gonna go home,” the taller of you two leaned down to press a kiss to your damp temple from your sweat.

“We’ll see you on Monday. I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you’re okay.” Caitlyn assures you with a sweet grin, leaning back into Mel now that you are clinging to your girlfriend.

“Wait, who’s taking you home? I don’ want you guys to be here alone,” you look up at Sevika and point your finger over her shoulder to her truck. “Let’s take ‘em home, baby.”

Mel and Caitlyn are quick to assure you and your girlfriend that the man that they were previously talking to would take them home as he was the DD for his best friend that he was with that night. You stare unable to remember for a moment who they were talking about.

“Ohhh, Jaycey boy! He seems really nice, Meli. I’m so happy for you,” you nod in approval with a thumbs up as you lean into Sevika’s chest.

“She has our locations, Sevika,” Caitlyn tells your girlfriend, hinting to her to check it every once in a while to make sure the man wouldn’t take them anywhere they weren’t supposed to.

Sevika nods in understanding, sternly telling the two to please be safe. Mel showed a photo of Jayce to Sevika to make sure she knew who this man was. Your mind only had bits and pieces of that night that you were able to remember.

For instance, after Sevika had picked you up, you couldn’t remember the drive home whatsoever. What you do remember is begging Sevika to get some Nacho Fries and a frozen Baja Blast.

You reached over her lap from the passenger's seat to tell the worker your order, Sevika placing a hand on your lower stomach to keep you steady so you wouldn’t fall forward and hit your face on the car door.

“Wait, Sevi, do you wan’ anything?” You turn your back into the car to look at your girlfriend.

“No, I’m okay. Thank you, baby.” she leans forward to kiss your side before patting your hip to motion for you to sit back down.

“Mm okay,” you hum before telling the worker that should be everything and snuggle back down into your seat.

After paying for the food and handing it to you in the passenger's seat, Sevika told you that you were almost home and you could eat it then. You didn’t listen and ate all of the fries in her car and hounded down the Baja Blast with ease.

Thankfully, your shared apartment was only a few minutes away from Taco Bell.

Sevika had opened your passenger's side door when you arrived, holding back an amused at the giddy expression on your face. She held her arm out for you to grasp onto as you stepped down onto the concrete of the road. You hum to yourself as you look up at Sevika, raising your free hand to pat her broad shoulder.

“Baby, would it be so bad if we…?” You trail off as you giggle to yourself at the thought.

“If we what?” Sevika hums back as her arm slithers around your waist to hold you up as the two of you make your way to your apartment.

Sevika internally cursed as she knew you wouldn’t want to go up all of the stairs. You two lived on the fourth floor.

“Well, I don’t know. What we woul’ usually be doing on a Friday– Oh!”

You yelp as Sevika wraps her arms around your waist to hoist you up and over her shoulder, cutting off your words. Your hands rest on her lower back, grinning mischievously to yourself at the sight of her skin.

“You don’t feel like throwing up?” Sevika questions as she holds your thighs down with one of her forearms.

“Nuh-uh. ‘M lovin’ this view though,” you chuckle to yourself as you stare at her ass, blinking a bit to focus your vision.

Sevika shakes her head knowingly, smiling at your giggles the whole way up the stairs. She even felt your hands caressing her strip of skin that was exposed from her slightly cut-off t-shirt.

“You’re having fun down there?” She questions as she approaches your front door, reaching into her front pocket to pull out her keys.

You merely smack her ass to confirm her suspicions to which she lightly smacks your own with a: “Keep your hands to yourself.”

You twiddle with a loose string coming from the shirt as she carries you into your cool apartment, tossing her keys into the bowl near the front door. She kicks the door shut with her foot with a soft grunt, scaring you for a moment at the sudden movement.

“Baby, lock the door for me, please?” She asked you, scooting backward a few steps.

You lift your head, steadying yourself with one weak hand on her lower back as you reach for the three knobs. You twist each of them to the right with a soft click. Sevika kisses the side of your hip that is next to her face and thanks you before making her way down the hall to your shared bedroom.

“Sevi, I think I’m gonna throw up a little,” you warn her, hiccuping a bit.

Sevika’s eyes widen at your words as she carefully sets you down on your feet, holding your hips to lead you to the bathroom. You cover your mouth as you stumble to kneel next to the toilet, hunching over as you wait for the vomit to hit the water. Sevika quickly took her place next to you as she pushed back your falling strands of hair, gathering it in a ponytail in her fist.

“Let it out if you need to. It’s okay if you can’t,” she rubs your back with the other hand, wincing at your gagging.

You groan as you shake your head, eyes watering at the fact that it wasn’t coming up.

“It’s not– I can’t. I though’ I could, Sevi,” you frown up at her as you slump against the wall in front of the seat.

Sevika shushes you as she releases your hair and takes your hands into her larger ones, urging you to stand up.

“It’s okay. Let’s just get you to bed,” she instructs you gently.

You nod slowly, sniffling as you let her lead you back into the bedroom. You remember her carefully removing your ‘party clothes’ and putting one of her sleeping tees on you. She knew how much you adored them so at least you would have that to wake up to. She grabbed some of your micellar water and a rag to remove what was left of your makeup, holding your jaw in your hand as you kept trying to lay down once the comfier clothing was on.

After doing the usual night routine, you plopped down onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh as she snuggled your cheek into the pillowcase.

“Night, baby,” you hum as you smack your lips.

“Good night, my love,” she teases as she places a kiss on your cheek before rounding the bed to lie down on her side.

You pretty much passed out as soon as Sevika had lifted the covers over you two, mouth ajar and limbs awry.

You were never drinking again.

You thought as you carefully sat upright in your bed, squinting your eyes hard as the light from the morning sun was blinding you through your thin curtains. The headache and nausea hit you all at once as you covered your mouth, afraid of the bile that might escape. You wait a few seconds to make sure you aren’t actually going to throw up. Your eyes follow to your bedside table as you reach over to grab your phone, your movements slow as ever.

As you squint your eyes to focus on the screen, you see a few messages from Caitlyn and Mel; telling you they made it home and they were in fact not kidnapped. You then shift your eyes to the numbers at the top.

It was 9 o’clock in the morning; way too fucking early for the night you had.

You grunt as you gradually lay back down, wanting to stay still for the next three hours to not trigger the pounding headache to worsen. You peer over your bedroom door to see that it was left halfway open, the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Not to your surprise, it was Sevika with a small tray of food for you. You could hear her whisper a curse as she tried her hardest to not spill the coffee on it.

“Sevika?” You call out to her, your groggy and strained voice making your head hurt.

“You’re awake. Good morning,” Sevika tells you with a knowing and sympathetic smile.

You groan in response to her words, wanting to grab the pillow you were laying your head on and shield your face.

“I want to sleep,” you say right off the bat, frowning at her as you try to recollect the events of the previous night.

“I know, my love but can you eat this for me? You’ll feel better once you have food in you.”

Your girlfriend slowly sits herself down on the empty space next to you; her side of the bed. You knew she was right but you felt like you had to use so much energy just to sit upright, let alone eat.

And chew.

And drink.

It all sounded so… bothersome. But then you feel Sevika leaning over to press a few kisses onto your cheek and jaw, a hand rubbing up and down your arm that was out from under the comforter. You shut your eyes as you sigh at the feeling, wishing the kisses could push away your hangover.

“15 minutes,” she places one kiss on your jaw, “and then,” another to your nose, “you can sleep all day.”

You pretend as if you weren’t already set on eating as she continues to kiss as gently as possible every square inch of your face. Your smile grows as you force out a grumbled ‘fine’ as you steadily sit upright so that your back is resting on the headboard.

“You’re too good to me, Sev,” you tell her as you rub your tired eyes, yawning as she places the tray in your lap.

Sevika hums in agreement, playfully tapping underneath your chin with a hooked finger.

“Just eat. Then I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”

“No,” you reach for her hand, intertwining your fingers. “Never leave me alone.”

Sevika can’t help the smitten flush that covers her face as she takes your intertwined hands to kiss the back of yours.

“Never.”

You weakly smile at that before digging into your eggs, toast, fruit, and Tylenol with a long and collected sigh, enjoying the flavors of it all. You look down at your sleeping attire, feeling warm at the fact that it was Sevika’s.

Whether it was drunk, sober, or mind-numbingly hungover, she always took care of you.

TAGLIST: @eilishxo @nevergonna-give-u-up @archangeldyke-all @violynsb @lesbianpuppygirl @cutestdarkskin @moodient @starytree @capedyke @sameshoeally @lovinglynny @rurides @iluvwomensm

[hysterical-honey]

Claire

Claire - Morphine

Sevika × Chubby! Fem! Reader AO3 Word Count: 1,932 Summary: Sevika pays her favorite bakery owner a surprise visit during a particular time of the month. Alternatively, Sevika wants to take her frustrations out on you and get messy. TWs:// 18+ ONLY, Reader is afab, Uses she/her, Explicit sexual content, Porn without plot, takes place during S1, Age Gap, Reader is a baker, Period sex, Overstimulation, Body worship/Praise, Cunnilingus + fingering, Sevika manhandles the fuck out of you, Fwb/Situationship, but Sevika does have a soft spot for you, Sevika has a thing for big girls sorry not sorry, Use of Petnames (Sweething, Honey, Baby, Gorgeous), Use of 'Good Girl.' A/N: I want this woman to put her cigars out on my skin and do unspeakable things to me. Hope this fills a void.

Comfort is a state of being that is achievable yet foreign to Sevika. Over the years, she's learned the hard way that comfort is a commodity no amount of money could sufficiently produce. It is a seething hunger no prepaid participant could ever seem to satisfy, and right now, after a particularly nasty day, she needed that comfort—she craved it. 

It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd come to you like this; quite the contrary. It was more or less an unspoken agreement between you, a familiar indulgence for your shared convenience. You, a baker keeping the family business stubbornly alive, and Sevika, a woman whose line of work calls for a level of emotional detachment that makes relationships difficult, not even to mention her gambling 'habit' that makes money a bit tighter. It was a term she'd heard before: you stay soft, and you get eaten, and by Janna, did she love to eat you. Feeling your flesh, pliable and ample, under the rough, calloused meat of her remaining arm, it was addictive.

It was a moment of unexpected weakness, the first time, a free dozen muffins as thanks for extending your 'rent payment' after a tough month led to a rather passionate night for the both of you. Sevika always had a soft spot for you, not just because of your smooth, sweet features and bizarre air of warmth despite the cold-cutting nature of the undercity, but because of your devotion to your family— to Zaun. A woman such as yourself could've worked her way up into the careful, pristine streets of Piltover, and yet you didn't. You stuck around, trying to carve comfort and community where it had already been snuffed out by the drugs and criminal underbelly of her employer. To put the pieces of your long-forgotten family back into place, Sevika held some respect for that— for you.

Which has led her to now, to you.

The little studio apartment above your bakery was always cold; you either seemed to like it that way, or it was out of your control. Sevika, however, didn't seem to care; it gave her all the more reason to stick around and 'keep you warm' as she liked to put it. To wrap her arm around you and allow the heat of her body to consume the both of you. Especially on a night like this, cold and nippy, with the slightest bit of rain. Opening the door for her, obviously having just crawled out of bed, hair a mess and face laden with a slight pout. It was cute how quickly your face lit up with pleasant surprise at seeing her and letting her inside without much to say, turning to her once the door clicked and the lock was turned. Just as quickly, Sevika was on you. She pulled back the fabric that covered her prosthetic arm and threw it to the floor before picking you up without hardly any issue. Something you still couldn't bring yourself to be used to.

"Sevik—" You could hardly question her before she pressed her lips to yours, her rounded nose nestled against the skin of your cheek. Unable to fathom otherwise, you'd return that kiss full force, hands once at her shoulders, cupping her jaw while she marched the two of you into your bedroom. Dropping you down onto the plush, creaky textile of your mattress and bed frame. The taste of her lips was as it always was— cigars and bitter whiskey. You couldn't help but chortle, a hand running through her hair as she kissed down your throat, biting and nipping the soft skin before her hands would pinch and push the buttons of your sleepwear open. "Ho-Hold on a second—" hands sliding from her hair to the sides of her sharp jaw as she looked up at you through her eyelashes. The last button was gone, her lips pressed against the tiny space between the plush flesh of your breasts.

"What?" her tone seemed almost impatient, but she stopped as soon as you told her to.

"I'm just...you—you know, you're here a little...unexpectedly?" Your voice is breathless, and a nervous smile curls your lips upwards.

"Yeah?" Sevika seemed confused by your nervous behavior; she hadn't seen this from you since the first time—this sense of worry and apprehension. "You got someone else here or something?" Her tone was playful, maybe joking, but the notion made Sevika feel something nearly akin to disappointment.

"No- no, of course not..."

"Then, what? If you aren't in the mood, we don't have to, baby," She'd sit up, the palm of her cold metal arm pressing into the bed.

"It isn't that...It's just, you know, the end of the month?" Sevika knew what you meant as you said it; of course, she would; you'd mentioned it before. You start to bleed closer to the end of the month, so Sevika usually comes near the first. That aligned previously with her schedule, but this was different, and she needed you. The palm of her warm, fleshy hand would carefully press into the ample plush of your stomach, sliding to your hip and settling on the slight dip of your waist, the soft fabric of your nightwear out of her way to soak up the image of your body.

"Do you seriously think that's gonna get in my way?"

Oh.

"Oh,"

"You still want to, right?" You'd nod, and Sevika's lips would curl into that snarky smirk. "Why don't you strip for me, Gorgeous? I'll get a towel." Her puckish tone, coupled with the little kiss she'd press to your temple, only served to make your heart flutter in its marrow cage.

—--- -

The taste of monthly blood is different from that of the blood Sevika is typically used to tasting– or maybe it's just yours because she swears by the goddess Janna herself that the taste of your blood is far sweeter than any other, not even to note the way you typically taste. After having pushed you to climax more than three times within this last hour, she has you straddled up with your thighs on either side of her face. The weight of your body, the way your hips roll over her, would almost be comforting if not for the context. Her metal arm was careful on your right thigh as both wrapped securely around the plush, soft muscles.

"Oh– Sev–my god, I can't—" Sevika isn't listening because she knows you can. Another orgasm rips through your lovely body, and Sevika is nothing but a slave to the product of her labor.

"Such a good girl for me." She'd mumble, a low groan reverberating through her throat and straight into the heat of your sopping core. Swallowing and lapping at the rush of blood and cum. Happy for the towel she put down, no matter how diligently she licked or sucked at your poor spent cunt it seeped down her cheeks to her throat and neck— pooling onto the fabric below. You had nice sheets; she'd feel somewhat responsible for ruining them in this regard; perhaps she'd buy you a new set. A new set so that she could eat away at the bloody mess of your intimates because she's making this a new routine.

With a swift, effortless motion, she'd flip you. A gasp of air burning at your lungs as your suddenly on your back, and Sevika's assault of your pussy is no closer to being finished. She's like a woman starved; the wet flick of her tongue, as you feel it push past the lining of your entrance, makes your back arch. Hands in her hair as you tug and pull at her— not to stop her, no, you need just a little more. Perhaps she'll grant you just one more before stopping and finally letting you have a turn. She starts to nod her head carefully, her long rounded nose nudging against the puffy flesh of your clit. The thick meat of her pointer and middle finger teased at the soft, silken flesh of your aching cunt. Pushing past as they'd curl, pressing firm against the grooves, twisting and moving with an idle pace as her lips would kiss and suck at the bundle of nerves. "You're so hot, baby," she'd almost growl the words into the meat of your mound. Fingers working harder, faster, pressing kisses against the plentiful expanse of your inner thigh. Blood coated her lips, nose, and chin, every kiss leaving a trail of red. "Look at you; I wish I would've brought the strap; feel your body, watch you move, honey-- So fuckin' pretty, all for me." she'd sit up, kissing at the soft plush of your stomach and back down as she'd shift her weight, the elbow of her prosthetic pressing firm into the mattress as she kept harsh hold of your thigh, her fingers pumping as she'd add a third.

The idea of her using that shimmer-powered thing on you, filling your mind with ideas you dare not speak aloud. Back arching, hands tugging at the pin-straight strands of her hair.

"Ooohh my god-- please, Sev-"

"Please, what, sweething?"

"I can't"

"Oh, yes you can, baby." Her voice was smooth and almost teasing, it made you clench around the thick calloused meat of her fingers rubbing against the dips and edges of your innermost flesh.

Sevika couldn't keep her eyes off you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, the way your face contorted with a delicious sense of pain and pleasure all at once. She loved pushing and making you scream and cry for her. The raw scent of your sex, of your blood, was driving her crazy, her mind buzzing and focused on every little sound every little twitch of your flesh.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" the flat of her tongue pressed firm against the aching flesh of your clit, it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Yes-- yes, I'm your good girl, please." The sound of your whining was enough for Sevika to clench her thighs together, shifting her hips as she pressed the pads of her fingers as deep as she could get. "Cum for me, good girl, one last time, I swear it." It would almost be embarrassing, the way she could command an orgasm from you but she could. The intensity of it made your hands come up to cover your face as you tried to muffle the scream that would rip through your lungs. The lukewarm metal of Sevika's arm was the only thing holding your hips down as she kept her fingers pumping until she seemed to deem it enough. Bringing the digits up to her mouth as she licked them as clean as she could.

A callous laugh left her as she seemed to take notice of the mess down her front.

"You made a mess," she'd state affectionately, leaning down to press kisses from the flesh of your stomach up to the curve of your shoulder. "Let's go get clean." You could hardly answer, breathing heavily and unevenly as you sat up, watching her undress further before going to detach her arm. It wasn't often that Sevika showed affection like this, but you weren't complaining. To bare herself nude and quite literally unarmed before you was a show of trust you'd never expected from her, but cherished nevertheless. Comfort is a state of being, foreign yet seemingly only achieved by Sevika when she's with you.

[hushedstarlight]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠.

𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠, 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕, 𝘕𝘖 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙, 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈, 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘔𝘊 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘊

𝘞𝘊: 1,358

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ councilor!sevika who loves her wife and daughter more than anything in the world.

✧ councilor!sevika who moved her family out of vaun some years after joining the council.

✧ councilor!sevika who leaves her office after long days and comes home to her fourteen year old babbling about everything under the sun, and even though she wants nothing more than to lay in bed with her lovely wife and sleep for an eternity, she listens to everything her kid has to say (she might fall asleep during it though).

✧ councilor!sevika who is informed during a council meeting that a small explosive went off at the cafe her wife frequented.

✧ councilor!sevika who rushes to the hospital, enforcer in tow, giving her all the information they know.

“it looks like the explosive went off just outside the window of the establishment. not too many people were hurt, but i…”

“you what? spit it out!”

“i… well i think your wife might’ve gotten the worst of it. i think this might’ve been a targeted attack.”

✧ councilor!sevika who shows up at the hospital demanding to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who damn near throws up when the doctors tell her the extent of her wife’s injuries.

“when they found her, the wall had toppled over her. there were shards of glass in her skin from the window. her eardrums were ruptured and she is concussed. her ribs are broken and one of her lungs were punctured. she also has a globe rupture in her right eye. in most cases, those are somewhat easy to fix but i’m not too sure about this one, so i want to perform a vision test when she wakes up. as for her legs…”

“what? what about her legs?”

“well, as i mentioned before, the wall fell on top of her. the rubble, it… it crushed her legs. just below her upper thigh. honestly, it’s a miracle she’s alive.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, while she waits, sends a few enforcers to watch her daughter until she can get home.

✧ councilor!sevika who sprints when she’s finally allowed to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who’s heart stops and feet falter when she sees the light of her life hooked up to the countless machines, the upper right half of her face wrapped in bandages and casts on both of her arms. the hospital blanket covers her from the waist down.

✧ councilor!sevika who chokes up when her left eye flutters open and round lips part.

“… ‘vika?”

“i’m here, doll. i’m right here.”

“where… where's my baby? is she… is she alright?”

“i sent some enforcers to watch her at home, she should be just fine.”

✧ councilor!sevika who watches her wife’s face flash with several emotions.

“what do you- what do you mean? why isn’t she here? she’s not hurt?”

“wha- what do you mean? wait. was she… was she with you?”

“yes, i… i think so? i don’t… i’m not sure. sevika, where’s my baby?”

✧ councilor!sevika who storms out the room just as the enforcers she sent to her home are running down the corridor toward her looking frantic.

“we went to your home, councilor. the housekeeper said your daughter left with your wife this morning. she isn’t there.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, for the next week, balances consoling her wife and trying to let the enforcers do their job. so far, all they’ve come to her with is the obvious: this was a targeted attack, someone from vaun was responsible, and her daughter was taken from the scene.

✧ councilor!sevika who breaks a little every time she has to tell her wife that they haven’t found their little girl.

✧ councilor!sevika who eventually takes it upon herself to find her kid.

✧ councilor!sevika who rolls her eyes and glares fiercely at the other council members when they try to talk her out of it.

“councilor sevika, we understand your pain, but it is in your best interest to just wait while the enforcers handle this. finding your daughter is priority.”

“shut the hell up and listen to what i’m saying. i’m telling you this as a courtesy; i am going find the son of a bitch that took my kid and hurt my wife, and i am going to kill them.”

✧ councilor!sevika who ventures into vaun everyday, armed with nothing but a pistol, going to every bar she can find. she knows whoever is dumb enough to pull the shit they pulled is dumb enough to gloat about it in some way, shape, or form.

✧ councilor!sevika who walks into a newly renovated bar three days into her own investigating and makes eye contact with the bartender who visibly cowers at the sight of the woman. bingo.

✧ councilor!sevika who gets in the bartender’s face, demanding to know everything they know.

“someone hurt my wife and took my kid. tell me what you know.”

✧ councilor!sevika who reaches forward and grab the bartender by the collar of their shirt when they hesitate. she grabs them by the back of their head and pushes them into the bar, their head hitting the surface hard.

“now.”

“i- some woman came in. a- a couple days ago! she- she said something about finally uh- about getting her closure! said you killed her brother and- and she was gonna get her lick back! she was mumbling a lot, really drunk! i- i swear that’s it!”

“where?!”

“i don’t know! i swear i’ve told you everything i know! please!”

✧ councilor!sevika who, two days later sees a flickering light coming from a mostly abandoned building. the same building she spent most of her days.

✧ councilor!sevika who takes two steps at a time to get to silco’s office, ignoring all the memories flooding her mind.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t hesitate to kick the door down just as a woman is bringing a chainsaw down on her daughter who lays tied to silco’s desk, tears and snot running down her bruised and beaten face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t even stop to think and just pulls the gun from her waistband and shoots at the woman, the bullet piercing her wrist and causing the electric tool to fall and clatter on the floor.

✧ councilor!sevika who stalks over to the woman stumbling away from the desk and grabs her by the hair on her head, dragging her to the clear space in the room.

✧ councilor!sevika who slams the woman to the ground, and stares her in the face. all she sees is the anguish that’d been on her wife’s face for the past two weeks. and then she sees the fear that was on her daughters face when she barged into the office.

✧ councilor!sevika who blacks out as she drives her fist into the woman’s face over and over and over again until she can’t hear the woman’s pleas. and then she continues to punch the woman in the face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t stop until she registers her girl crying for her mama, the woman in front of her no longer even recognizable as a person.

✧ councilor!sevika who staggers over to the desk to untie her daughter, face and fist covered in blood that didn’t belong to her.

✧ councilor!sevika who is still running on adrenaline, but immediately comes down when her daughter flinches as she approaches her.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you. you’re okay, i’m gonna get you home, hon. everything’s gonna be okay.”

✧ councilor!sevika who has to carry her daughter down the stairs and through vaun because she holds onto her so tightly (realistically she wouldn’t have let her walk even if she wanted to).

✧ councilor!sevika who is overcome with so many emotions as she tells her wife that their daughter is safe.

“after they make sure everything is okay, they’re gonna move you two into a recovery room together. that way i can keep an eye on both of you.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, as she holds her weeping wife, thinks about the fact that she came this close to losing everything and can’t help but cry into her wife’s shoulder.

𝘚𝘐𝘟 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 (*/∇＼*) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌!" 𝘣𝘺 @uhlunaro. 𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 18+). 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦n𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘬? 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

[flower-of-zaun]

I def give off Silky energy, but also Queen Shit Medarda, and Severe. -I am fucking mean -I am fucking mean to my friends, but I will (and have) beat someone within and inch of their life with a bat if ANYONE upsets or hurts them. - am short but have tall bitch energy -gaslight, gatekeep, ghoulboss -my mommy issues are real af, and so are my daddy issues.

-i draw and paint bc mommy issues -frfr eat the fuckin rich -I hate kids...but I also have baby fever atm, and my naked kitty is my child. -I am scarily good at poker -anger, rage, will throw hands

you know what ill take it

[sevikasupremacy]

Say My Name - Sevika x Reader

NSFW!

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit, Cunnilingus, edging, drunk reader

Summary: Sevika’s dream comes true the instant you stumbled into her room drunk.

“More…” The sight before Sevika made her even more aroused.

Your strained voice echoed through the room as the older woman fastened her pace, her tongue moving rapidly against your clit.

“I’m going to—“

⁍

The older woman was startled by a sudden knock, jolting her out of her dream.

“Sevikaaaa…”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, she eased the tension in her body, her angry expression turning into a calm one.

As she sat up in her bed, scenes from her dream suddenly played in her head.

Fuck.

It was one of those nights again.

⁍

Sevika never thought of catching feelings for anyone. She actually never thought she was capable of having feelings even.

She was certain she never had feelings for you too.

Ever since you stepped foot into Silco’s shimmer business, you have become one of his goons.

Although you were always by her side, the older woman only saw you like the other Zaunites.

Not until these dreams kept occurring.

She never knew how it started, but let’s just say that whenever she has these silly dreams—

She cannot look at you in the eyes without thinking about it.

⁍

Sevika swung open the door, looking down at you before rolling her eyes and gesturing you to come in.

“Sevika…”

The older woman didn’t respond to you.

“Sevika…”

“Stop it.”

Sevika yanked you forcefully, making you sit in the sofa. The moment your eyes spotted the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table, your arm instinctively stretched out, craving for another sip.

“Touch that and I’ll break your arm.”

You snickered at her before settling into the sofa, awkwardly shifting your weight as you lowered yourself down.

“Behave.”

“Sevik-“

“Shut it.”

Sevika never imagined she'd find herself in this situation where she was the caretaker.

To be honest, she doesn’t know how to.

“Do you see yourself right now?”

The older woman huffed in annoyance, immediately pouring a glass of water before sliding it toward you.

“No.”

"Drink.” She growled, her voice deepening as she glared at you. But you remained stubborn, shaking your head defiantly.

Impatiently, Sevika snatched the glass of water and forcefully poured the liquid into your mouth, causing you to cough and push her hand away, spilling the remaining water all over your shirt.

The older woman's eyes involuntarily traced the thin trail of water as it trickled down your chin and onto your neck.

She immediately looked away, taking a long deep breath to control herself.

With drunken eyes, you shifted your body toward the older woman, resting your head against the side of her arm.

Sevika froze in place, her head slowly turning to look at you.

You craned your head upward with a sheepish smile before leaning closer to kiss her on the cheek.

Just as Sevika was about to react, you gently caressed the side of her face before going for her lips.

Sevika’s entire body tensed up, not realizing that she was holding her breath until you pulled away with a disappointed expression on your face.

⁍

You wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but the moment you saw Sevika enter Silco’s office for the very first time, you couldn’t help but stare.

Something was alluring about this woman.

But now all those feelings are crushed when you realize that the woman in front of you didn’t reciprocate the kiss.

⁍

Just as you were about to stand up, you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist, pulling you in.

Your body collided with hers, the same pair of arms enveloping you before her lips gently met yours.

Sevika hummed into the kiss, one of her hands finding its way to the nape of your neck.

Still, in a drunken state, you couldn’t really process what was going on. You felt like the world was spinning before concluding that you were being carried bridal-style.

As much as she is excited, Sevika gently places you on her bed, adjusting the pillow beneath your head, before pulling down your bra.

You whimpered, feeling the cold air nip at your naked body.

Sevika slightly pulled away, her eyes moving hastily as if she were trying to take in every single detail of you.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

The older woman’s tongue went for your neck, licking and sucking until red spots appeared. You winced, feeling her teeth grazing over your soft skin.

“More…”

Sevika paused, the word echoed in her head, causing her to recall the exact same word that came out of your mouth from her recent dream.

Her heart quickened, losing control as she tightened her grip on you.

“Say it again,” Her grey eyes fixated on you as she ordered which you obeyed without hesitation.

The older woman hovered over you, peppering kisses all over your breasts before enveloping one with her lips, her tongue circling the hard peak. You moaned, your back arching as you begged for more, a hand finding its way to the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair.

Sevika’s tongue continued to move at a consistent pace, making sure to give attention to the other side as her hand traveled down to your hip. Her fingers eagerly tugged on your pants, yanking them down before cupping the sensitive, wet spot between your legs.

Her lips traveled down to your stomach, her hands still fondling your breasts.

“Sevika…”

“Yes,” Sevika growled as she sucked on your sensitive skin, marking you, “Moan my name.”

The pad of her fingers mischievously danced around your body as she continued giving you wet kisses along the way. As her lips come across a specific area between your legs, she takes a good look at it, smirking to herself.

Her hands forcefully pushed the back of your thighs up, impatiently going in to lick the soft, wet spot, earning a loud moan from you.

Your hand clenched into a fist, desperate to find something to grip on as your legs tremble from the sudden contact.

Sevika groaned, lapping up the wetness with her tongue, relishing the taste of you before circling your entrance.

She sucked harder, skillfully moving her tongue, making sure that she didn’t miss a spot.

“Too much—“ Your thighs shook in pleasure, wanting to close them shut but the older woman’s grip was too strong.

The older woman continued with her pattern, her tongue busily moving in all directions, starting from your clit and down to your entrance. Sevika didn’t show any signs of stopping or getting tired— she just kept going.

Strands of her hair tickled the inside of your thighs as she focused on devouring you, making you even more sensitive than before.

“I’m going to—“

You started to feel the built-up knot twisting inside your abdomen.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes, waiting for the pleasurable feeling to burst, Sevika stopped completely, her tongue leaving your swollen clit.

“Wha—“ You immediately looked down at her, her face still buried between your legs. The only problem was that she wasn’t doing anything but staring back at you.

“Why did you stop?” You pound your fist on the mattress in irritation.

“Beg for it.” Sevika’s lips vibrated against your aching heat as she spoke.

“Come on… Say my name.”

“You told me not to when I first got here.” You retorted, chuckling at your own response.

“It’s not the same, is it? Now you’re calling out my name because you have my head between your legs. Now say it,” Sevika sneered, the pad of her thumb teasingly swiping over your clit, “Say. My. Name.”

“Fuck, Sevika,” You threw your head back, fully surrendering as you sense a familiar feeling inside your abdomen starting to grow from just the slight touch against your clit, “Sevika please…”

Your hand instantly reaches down to hold her head in place, your hips grinding against her tongue before pushing yourself closer.

With your remaining strength, you kept grinding, trying to match the pace and rhythm before coming undone.

The older woman’s name echoed throughout the room, followed by your faint gasps as you tried to calm down.

Little did Sevika know, you were already sobering up, your eyes slowly moving across the ceiling as you process what had just happened.

As the older woman got up, licking the side of her lips to clean up the mess, she hovered over you, admiring the crimson hue of your cheeks.

“You like that?” She purred, caressing the side of your face as she watched you adoringly, refusing to let go.

You shyly smiled, nodding your head before leaning your face into her palm, enjoying the warmth.

“Next time,” Sevika whispered into your ear, “Say my name more.”

You grinned, arms extending as you embrace the older woman firmly before drifting off to sleep.

[unstablecherries]

Hiii sweet soul, first of thanks for writing for everyone else, especially for free. It takes time and energy and you are still not asking anything in return. For what is worse, which must not be a lot since I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I really appreciate what you write, and how you write (you do the characters justice! Wen can see how you like them and the show)

Anyway, for the request I was thinking about fem!reader X any girl you want actually... (Even though I feel Mel and Sevika are underappreciated in this fandom). They were both together before the war, but it was the start of the relationship so the connection was that deep for now. So maybe, when reader starts skipping meals, hiding food in her room, always staying too long in the bathroom, and even fainting, her partner (the one of your choice!) starts to get worried, sometimes trying to upbringing the subject but reader always manages to lie/dodge questions. But then the war with Ambessa happens, and both of them almost died that day. Both of them are heavily injured but time heals all wounds... Or that's what they say because, if scars of the battle are not so fresh anymore, reader's ED did not disappear, and this time she won't let her partner/girlfriend suffers alone.

Maybe angst and hurt/comfort, fluff at the end if we're lucky?

Hello Angel ♡, Thank you so much for your kind words. I love writing about other cuties' fantasies . It's so much fun! I hope I made your idea justice with this oneshot. I tried a different approach, and I hope you enjoy it. ♡

Weight of War, (SFW)

Oneshot, Sevika x Reader

content;

Disordered eating, emotional trauma, post-battle injuries, implied PTSD, supportive relationship, hurt/comfort.

Before the War

You weren’t sure when the teasing stopped being just teasing. Maybe it was the third time Sevika shoved a plate toward you at the bar and muttered, “You didn’t eat again, did you?” with something that wasn’t quite concern, but wasn’t quite nothing either.

You always waved it off.

- “Had a late lunch.”

- “Don’t like fried stuff, that’s all.”

- “I’ll grab something later.”

Sometimes she’d grunt and drop it. Other times, she’d eye you for a second too long.. like she wanted to say more but decided not to.

You liked that about her. She never pushed too hard. Never made you feel cornered.

But then again… maybe that was the problem.

Because it got easier to hide. To lie. To skip.

It had only been a few months since your thing, relationship? Whatever it was started. Casual, at first. Post-mission drinks. The occasional night in her bed, her arm slung over your waist, heavy and comforting.

She wasn’t a romantic. She didn’t do flowers or words like love. But she noticed things. How long you were in the bathroom. The way your face went tight when food was brought to the table. The tremble in your hands you chalked up to adrenaline.

You knew she was watching. You just didn’t know how much it hurt her to see it.

The War Came Anyway

When Ambessa Medarda’s forces pushed into Zaun, everything blurred.

You and Sevika were together in the thick of it. A raid. An explosion. Blood. Gunfire.

You remember the heat. The panic. Sevika’s body over yours, shielding you from something that tore through a building’s wall. The scream she let out when shrapnel cut into her side.

You remember the way her hand gripped yours when you both thought it was the end.

And then… nothing. Just black.

Time Heals All Wounds

(Except the Ones You Hide)

Weeks passed. You woke up in a clinic. Your ribs ached. You couldn’t move your right leg for days. Sevika was in a bed across the room, bandaged, stitched, half-conscious, always growling at the nurses.

You thought maybe this was the part where things got better.

But you were wrong.

The war was over. The fighting stopped.

But now, you had more time to think. More time to feel everything you’d been pushing down.

You felt heavy, but empty. Starving, but numb. When food was brought, you barely touched it. When Sevika offered to help you eat, you snapped, then apologized. Then cried. Then lied again.

- “I’m just not hungry.”

- “It’s the meds.”

- “I’ll eat later, promise.”

She didn't buy it. Not anymore.

One night, she sat at the edge of your bed, stitched up and still pale from blood loss. She looked at you, not angry, not pitying. Just tired. Of war. Of pain. Of watching you disappear right in front of her.

“I almost died with you,” she said. Her voice was quiet, the gravel under it softer than usual. “Thought that’d scare you into fighting a little harder. But you’re still trying to vanish.”

You didn’t respond. Your hands clenched the thin blanket. Your throat burned.

She exhaled through her nose. “I know what it’s like to want to check out. To think it’d be easier if it all just stopped. But I’m not leaving you in that.”

Silence.

“I’m not strong like you,” you whispered.

Sevika scoffed, but not cruelly. “Bullshit. You made it through a war. You think that’s luck?”

You turned your face away, tears pressing behind your eyes. “It hurts all the time.”

“I know.” She reached out, her hand brushing your wrist. “So let me hurt with you. Don’t shut me out.”

You didn’t say anything. But you didn’t pull away either.

And that was something.

A Little at a Time, weeks later

The rain outside tapped soft against the broken windows of your place. You were both healing, still stiff from stitches and scars, but alive. Breathing. Together.

You sat on an old couch, blanket over your legs, legs curled under you. The smell of warm broth drifted in from the kitchen.

Sevika emerged, one hand balancing a chipped bowl, the other flexing slightly from where the metal of her prosthetic met scarred skin. She still walked with a limp. You still flinched at sudden sounds.

But somehow, this felt safe.

She sat beside you, close but not crowding. Her presence was solid. Grounding.

“You don’t have to finish it,” she said quietly, handing over the bowl and a spoon. “Just try a little.”

You nodded, fingers brushing hers as you took it. It wasn’t a command. There was no edge in her voice. Just warmth, patience—things that used to be rare from her, now quietly present in moments like this.

You brought the spoon to your mouth. Sipped.

The broth was light. Savory. Exactly what she knew wouldn’t overwhelm you.

She didn’t stare. Didn’t watch you like you were fragile or broken.

Instead, she leaned back, one arm behind you on the couch, and said, “Next time I’m adding noodles. Real ones. Not the cheap shit.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “You’re getting soft.”

“I got stabbed twice, and still made this soup. That’s not soft, that’s dedication.”

You took another spoonful. Then another.

And she didn’t say anything, but you saw the way her shoulders eased. The tiniest hint of a smile tugged at her scarred mouth.

A quiet victory. A shared one.

[radioactive-yuri]

i think it's a crime that they never showed us sevika, jinx, and silco on a car trip, because i KNOW those three fight for aux privileges like it's a life or death situation.

"we are NOT fucking listening to duran duran again" "i'd just like to remind you that the car is mine, so-" "and yet i'm the one driving. so you can sit the fuck down and- JINX. GIVE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME-" "but i don't WANNA listen to mayhem!" "exactly. it's two against one, sevik-" "i don't wanna listen to the repo soundtrack either, sorry pops. it's surprise privilege or nothing." "what's that, is that another one of your shitty fucking punk bands that nobody else knows about?" "if it's going to be this much of an issue, next time, i'm letting singed decide-" "NO."

[jackels-in-space]

╔⏤╝GUILTY PLEASURE: PART 1╚⏤╗

Sevika was a war vet. She was a lieutenant. She was meant to be always be in control. In fact, her control issues was what made her good at making business deals for Shimmer Health but one comment from Ambessa Medarda, C.E.O. of Medarda Industries had her yearning for something different; she had a taste of submission and she wanted more. But that didn't align with the plan her girlfriend of seven years had for their life. She was Sevika's rock in this tumultuous life outside of the military and yet...she get's broken up with over the phone. It's Ambessa that's there to pick up the pieces.

Also posted on AO3 and gets updated first

WC: 2.3k

Tags under cut-off - no smut in this section but the story series is explicit

Tags: Modern AU, Cheating Accusations, War Vet Ambessa, War Vet Sevika, Break Ups, Top!Sevika, Domme!Sevika, Top!Ambessa, Domme!Ambessa, Alcohol, Swearing

There was a massive expo, hundreds of people from different companies coming together. It was Silco and Sevika’s hunting ground.

Shimmer Health was a leading medical company, having done work on making drugs available to the impoverished. Having made leaps and bounds with charitable organisations, it wasn’t hard to miss them. Now, they were intent on making a business deal with HexTek to fund their medical device research. 

“There they are,” Sevika muttered as she took a sip from her to-go coffee cup. 

Viktor, Jayce and Mel were standing on their podium, chatting to others. Renni and Margot had scouted out for them (the board of directors were nicknamed “the Chem-Barons”) and were striking up a conversation. In a moment, Margot would oh, so convincingly look around and aha! Silco and Sevika would be waved in for a conversation. 

Margot looked around.  

She casually spotted the duo. 

She raised a hand in greeting and- 

“Silco, Sevika, what a surprise to see you here.”

“I’m going to kill her,” Sevike muttered to Silco. “Go to HexTek. I’ll distract her.”

The duo turned around to see the leader of Medarda Industries , Ambessa Medarda, with her lackeys behind her.

“Ambessa,” Silco greeted politely. “Excuse me but I have some business to attend to. Sevika here is available to discuss M.I. and Shimmer .”

He clapped his business partner on the back before making his way to HexTek. Sevika saw the way the older woman’s face tensed, knowing that HexTek would be unable to discuss with her now (as if Mel would even let her own mother get close to her investment). 

Sevika downed the rest of her coffee, grimacing at the grains at the body of the cup before chucking it into the bin. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Ambessa's eyes didn’t leave hers, trying and succeeding at not looking at  and Sevika knew that there was nothing Shimmer had that M.I. wanted. The older woman was stuck playing nice lest other associates saw her real mean streak. 

“Oh, nothing much. Just wanting to see how you were getting on being on the outside.”

Sevika was a veteran, as was Ambessa. She had been medically discharged two years ago when an explosion damaged her left arm. It wasn’t gone and it didn’t need to be taken off but the significant scarring and nerve damage had hindered her. Sevika was five years out yet Ambessa kept asking. 

“I’m fine, thank yo-” Her phone rang and the younger businesswoman pulled it out from her back pocket. “Excuse me.”

She answered and her long term girlfriend was on the other hand. 

“Hey, Sevika…you have a moment?” 

“Sure, sure, just give me a second. Trying to get out into the car park.”

There was nervous laughter.

“Oh, yeah, right. It’s the expo today, isn’t it?’ 

“Yeah,” Sevika confirmed, making her way through people to the multi-story car park attached to the convention centre. “Everyone’s here.”

“How…how’s it going? You’ve been preparing for it for a while.” 

“Mmm, not too bad. Medarda tried to swoop in on HexTek but we got in before them. With the sales pitch we prepared, they’re as good as ours!”

“That's…that’s great.” There was a moment of silence. “ Are you good to talk now?” 

Sevika had made her way back to her car and had opened it up, reaching in for the packet of cigarettes she kept in her glove compartment. She sat down in the driver's seat, keeping the door open to ventilate as she lit up a smoke.

“Sure.” Sevika blew out smoke with the words. “Talk to me, Salim. What’s up?”

She heard a deep sigh.

“It’s…you know that conversation we had a while back? The one about switching up our roles?” 

Sevika hummed in affirmation. It was a while back, maybe six months or so ago. Sevika was the typical top and domme, always in control but then something had happened. In fact, it coincided with another expo, one where Ambessa was lurking around. She had barked an order at Sevika, telling her to get out of the way and Sevika…she…her brain broke and she realised how much she missed being told what to do. 

When discussed with her therapist, the shrink had suggested that Sevika give up control to the person she trusted and that…that was Salim. It was supposed to be simple, you know, just…rather than giving, Sevika would be receiving. She’d be put on the bed and lightly restrained whilst Salim did what she wanted. 

Salim wasn’t into that (which was fair, everybody had their own preferences) but it just…deflated Sevika. It was something she wanted to try and…it’s been nagging at Sevika. She really thought pillow princess were her thing and she loved Salim, she actually loved her, but man…the way Ambessa had stared her down and ordered her about. It made her pussy clench and it was definitely masturbation fodder.

“Yeah? I thought we were cool about it.” Sevika took a deep inhale of her cigarette, her nerves fully on edge. “We talked about it. I-”

“Are you punishing me?” Salim blurted out. “Because the sex just isn’t what it was since that conversation.” 

Sevika’s eyebrows raised in shock and the cigarette dropped to the ground of the carpark.

“What? W-what do you mean? I thought-”

“Look, Sevika,” Salim cut her off. “ It’s not…it’s not as good as it was, okay?” 

Something bubbled up inside of Sevika. Outrage, indignity…

“N-not…we fucked for an entire weekend a month ago? Every single time, I have made you cum. Every single time, it has been about you .”

“Ah! So you are punishing me!” 

“How? Give me an example!”

“Uh…” 

“You don’t know,” Sevika laughed hysterically. “Oh, my, fucking god . So, what? What’s this really about? We’ve been together for, what? Seven years? You waited for me to come out of the military. You were by my side through the surgeries and the physio. You helped me to get over it .”

She felt like she was losing her mind, going crazy. She threw her legs over outside of the car, head between her legs, the phone pressed to her ear. God, she might throw up. 

“You never cared about being on the bottom and suddenly you’re asking to be tied down?” 

“They were handcuffs for fucks sake. Stupid, pink, fluffy handcuffs. I’ve done more to you-”

“Where did that come from? Hm? You tell me your therapist suggested that? You told him about our sex life and suggested something we never talked about-” 

“He’s my therapist! He knows about the psychology of kink and BDSM dynamics. I told you about this when I came out of the hospital!”

“I think you’re fucking him.” 

Sevika’s stomach dropped. 

“Girl, the fuck you on about? You know I’m a lesbian. You know man dick is something I never want to touc-”

“Oh, come on. They always deny,” Salim barked out. “Look, my shit is packed. I’m going.” 

“Salim, wait. Wait. wait. Please, oh, my god, wait .”

“Go find someone else to beg.” 

The phone line ended and Sevika’s heart dropped. She threw the phone down into the footwell and then…her head was in her hands and she was sobbing. Her body shook with the crying, shoulders quaking as she mourned everything she just lost. 

“Oh, god,” she cried out, her watery voice echoing in the parking lot. 

She didn’t notice the footsteps or the beep of a car alarm being turned off. She didn’t notice the way Ambess heard the crying and immediately started to look around, pinpointing the source. The older woman quickly walked, light on her feet, to Sevika. She coughed, unphased by the sight, but when the other veteran didn’t clock the noise Ambessa walked forward, crouched, and took Sevika’s hands in her own. 

“Sevika?”

The younger woman immediately jolted, her head snapping up to look into gold-brown eyes. 

“I-”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, darling.” Ambessa reached up to wipe away a mascara and eyeliner stained tear with her thumb. “Take deep breaths for me. Deep breaths. That’s it, good girl.”

Sevika knew the breathing techniques. Her therapist pretty much became a drill sergeant for them. When she started taking deep inhales, the crying slowed. She had to breathe through her mouth, her nose blocked. Ambessa wiped away a few more tears before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a packet of tissues.

“Blow your nose then talk to me,” she instructed, her voice firm yet soft. 

Sevika did so, folding the tissue in half a couple of times before throwing into the footwell next to her phone, sniffling and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. 

“Oh, my foundation,” she muttered, starting to cry once more when she realised her cultivated persona of badass was crumbling before a woman that she hated. 

“No, no, no. No more crying.” The older woman reached into her handbag once more and pulled out a clear water bottle, cracking it open and handing it to Sevika. “Drink. Careful, it’s vod-”

Sevika expected it to be water, knocking it back, but quickly sputtered and coughed when straight vodka burned her throat. 

“Holy shit, that’s vodka? ” she wheezed out, the burn of the liquor overwriting the burn in her heart.

Ambessa took it back, screwing the cap back on.

“A trick I learnt from my son. That boy was smuggling alcohol in before he could legally drink,” she mumbled before sighing in fondness at memories. “These expo’s get boring.”

Sevika flashed her a smile, though small and uncomfortable looking. She reached back and undid the ponytail that kept half her hair out of her face. She started to work out the gel when Ambessa reached up and started to scratch her short nails through her scalp. She wanted to bat her overly manicured nails away but…

“Why are you being nice to me?”

Ambessa scoffed, standing up with her hand still in Sevika’s hair. Then, her hand moved down from her scalp, across her cheek and then under the younger woman’s chin, lifting it up. 

God, those grey eyes. So big and wide… 

“You’re a pretty girl crying in a carpark. You’re also one of the few interesting people here.”

Those eyes flicked to the side, her face dropping with sadness.

“No-one’s called me pretty. Not even my girl- my ex-girlfriend,” she corrected herself, biting her lip to stop the crying. 

Ambress but her thumb on the bottom lip and dragged it out from under her teeth. 

“So…ex-girlfriend?”

Sevika jerked her head out of the hold, preferring to look at the floor rather than the woman that had turned up her entire life with one order. She looked at the phone and then gestured at it. 

“Called me up over on the phone .” Sevika scoffed, the ridiculousness of the scenario catching up with her. “She said the sex wasn’t like it was since I asked to bottom for once. She accused me of cheating on her with my therapist. My therapist who is a man. ”

The alcohol started to buzz through her veins. She was a heavy drinker but the combination of coffee for breakfast and crying any hydration she had left meant it was hitting quicker and harder than before. Ambessa had a keen, sharp eye and squatted down once more, placing her hands on Sevika’s forearms. 

“Do you have anyone to call? Is there anyone here I can get for you?” 

Sevika thought for a moment. It was mostly her work colleagues here, including her boss. 

“Ran? I guess? They drove with me here. They look like-”

“Yes, yes, I know who they are.”

Of course Medarda knew everyone at Shimmer Health.  

The older woman had her phone out, calling her assistant to find Ran and bring them to the car. When the call was done, the duo waited in silence before the vodka really hit. 

“I blame you,” Sevika blurted out, looking up through her lashes. 

Ambessa raised an unimpressed eyebrow, her arms crossed.

“Go on?”

“You just…you barked an order at me and, my god, I never got aroused in the army, but you’re just…” Her head was back between her legs and she waved her hand around. “I wanted to submit and-”

Ambessa had lifted the younger woman’s head again and by pressing two fingers against Sevika’s lips, she shushed her. 

“This is a conversation for when you’re in a more safe state of mind,” the C.E.O. stated, once again using that tone. “Give me your phone.”

Sevika didn’t think twice about unlocking her phone and handing it over. Her head swooned slightly and so she relaxed into the car seat as Ambessa clacked away at her phone. 

“Is Salim the girl?”

“Yeah…”

The older woman snorted.

“I’ve blocked her number for you.”

“Thanks.”

“I also put my number in there.” She handed the phone over. “Call me when you want to talk.”

Then, she picked up her handbag and walked towards the centre of the car park, waiting to flag down Ran and her assistant.

The conversation between Ran and Ambessa was short and simple; “her girlfriend broke up with her. She’s had some of my vodka. Get her home.”

Sevika didn’t even put up a fight when Ran told her to “get the fuck out of the seat”, maneuvering herself into the passenger side without leaving the car. She sobered up on the way home but quickly started to cry once more when they reached the apartment Sevika and Salim had lived in for the last three years together. 

“Shitting hell,” the assistant muttered, blowing their bangs out of their eyes.

Salim had cleaned the house. Every touch that was her was gone. Clothes, pictures, DVDs…gone. This was planned and not a spur of the moment thing. 

This wasn’t going to be good.

“Back a bag, Vika. You’re staying with me.”

It’d be three months till Ambessa got a singular text message from an unknown number:

I want to talk.