#sevika drabble

[sevikasprincesss]

𐙚 ̊ don't hide from me, you're beautiful ⋆˙⟡

sevika x reader ← click for ao3.

18+ only (minors and men dni) ✮ word count ── 3606ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

content warnings; nsfw, mature content, smut with storyline, vaginal sex, oral, explicit language, 18+ readers only, reader has female anatomy, sevika top/dominant, fingering, strap (reader receiving), angst, choking, power imbalance, edging, begging, teasing, resolved sexual tension, smoking, enemies to lovers <3

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After a particularly long day running the bar at The Last Drop, my patience for people waned. I felt tired, agitated, and perhaps a little short-tempered. It was nearing one o’clock in the morning, way past closing time. I’d been making my rounds for the past half an hour, collecting empty glasses, bottles, ash trays, and rubbish—the remnants of another long night.

The last of the regulars made their way out their door, nodding at me or muttering a short goodbye as they left. I turned away and began sweeping the floors. It was the last of the jobs to do, made easier by my favourite song flickered to life on the Jukebox—Our Love. My body swayed to the music. Despite my exhaustion, it seemed to bring me to life. It had always been that way, since long before I came here. Music was the rhythm of my soul. I glanced the clock again. Leaving time was finally in reach, or so I thought.

 At that moment, I heard the door open behind me. I sighed and continued sweeping, slowly moving my body to the rhythm and humming along. Without looking, I murmured a resigned, “We’re closed.”

“Not anymore you’re not.” It was Sevika, her voice dark yet smooth. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, and continued to sweep the floors while dancing ever-so-slightly. I looked over, she was followed by her little gang of cronies. As usual. Finishing time had just been delayed by another several hours, by the sounds of it.

 I return to my place behind the bar and she followed me, stalking me like prey, watching the soft sway of my tired body which seemed to entice her. Her eyes seemed to linger a little to long on my curves as I turned to face her, sliding behind the bar. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she leant across the bar towards me, lighting up her cigar and smirking at my unamused expression.

Exhaustion weighed heavy over me. I just wanted to go home. She blew the smoke from her cigar into my face, chuckling as I coughed, eyes fixed firmly on my every move.

“Drinks all round,” she muttered, turning her back and walking, no, swaggering towards the group of people now sat around the largest table.

“Manners would be nice,” I mutter, turning my back and reaching for the glasses.

I wasn’t sure what pissed me off more, her nerve, or her blatant lack of respect for anyone else, in particular those who she deemed to be less important. Her place as Silco’s right hand seemed to give her an inflated sense of self, clearly. I’m too tired to put up with this shit. I shake my head in frustration.

“What did you say?” her voice was firm, authoritative, smooth in my ear. She was standing behind me, towering over me. I jumped out of my skin, dropping the glass I was holding and it smashed into pieces. “Shit,” I muttered, bending down to clear the mess.

“Flighty little thing, aren’t you?” she said, eyeing me closely as I stood to face her, looking into her grey eyes with more confidence than I could usually muster. My breath hitched as I realise her proximity, essentially trapping me between herself and the wall. A blush crept across my face. She smirked, amused with my reaction.

“Uh,” I mutter, not meeting her eyes.

Shitbag. That’s what you are, a cowardly little shitbag whose nerve fails her. You can’t even look into her eyes for more than two seconds. And she knows it.

Sevika seemed to excite at your discomfort, laughing darkly as she glowered over you, cornered and cowardly.

“You’ll do as I say,” she smirked. “Without the sass.”

“I take my orders from Silco, not you.”

Her mechanical arm rises, gripping my face. She lifts my chin, forcing me to look at her.

“Actually, you belong to me,” she said, eyes fixed on mine and sneering. “Perks of my job.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.” I stare at her fiercely, my hate for her only growing.

“No?” she laughed, “Your father was all too keen to sell you to Silco though, wasn’t he?”

I could feel my face reddening by the second. I stared at her, wide-eyed and shocked. She wasn’t supposed to know… nobody was supposed to know. That was between her and Silco. Who else had he told? There was an uncomfortable sensation gnawing inside my stomach, was it shame? Or sadness? Maybe a mixture of both. To make matters worse, I could feel my eyes filling with tears. I fought them back desperately, not wanting to show weakness.

“How did you know that?” I tried to look away, but her grip kept me in place.

“That’s not all I know, princess,” she sneered, laughing. “Sold his only daughter, all for some shimmer.”

“I… that’s not true.” I said feebly, knowing that it was in fact, true.

“Is it not?” she said, “Maybe we should go and ask Silco—shall we inform him of your disobedience while we’re there?” she laughed darkly, dragging me across the room towards the stairs.

“No… no, stop it!” I cried, pulling away from her, noticing every eye in the bar was on them eagerly anticipating some drama.

“Then behave,” she laughed, and a knot rose in my throat. I felt sick as I recounted the memories I try so desperately to hide. “Unless you want me to see if the brothel has any work for you instead.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I mutter.

“Fetch… the… drinks,” she said darkly, eyes burning into mine.

Eventually, she drops her grip and walks away, sitting herself at the head of the table her men were sat around, pulling out her deck of cards and smirking. I turn away, letting the tears fall, but quickly wiping them away. She watched me closely. It took a while for my confidence to return somewhat. I felt clumsy under her watchful gaze, I wish she’d look away.

I hate that I know their order by heart. I place the tray trembling onto their table, letting the men take their drinks. Sevika stares at me, leaning back in her chair and taking a drag of her cigar, waiting expectantly. I place Sevika’s drink down in front of her, a little too heavy. It spilled.

“Whoops, sorry,” I say, “I’m a little heavy handed.”

She glared at me fiercely, almost disgusted. I quickly mop the mess up and walk away, knowing her eyes were burning into my back. I hop onto the high stools at the bar, laying my head down on my arm and playing with the straw inside my glass. My hair flows down my back, covering me, and I quickly fall asleep despite the growing noise in the bar.

I’m rudely awoken by someone pouring water on my face while laughing. Instantly, I jump up and hit the person standing there, who didn’t move an inch. I end up falling to the floor, forgetting I was sitting on a high stool. Furious, I jump up and raise my hand to hit them again, but they caught my hand just as I realised who it was. Sevika.

Fuck.

My blood runs cold at the sight of her. Memories of what happens if you mess with a woman like her fluttered to the forefront of my mind. I’ve witnessed many things during my years working at The Last Drop, but none scared me as much as her. I’ve seen her crush a man’s hand using only her own, bones splintering from the skin, wails of agony. And that was the mild stuff.

This memory screams in my mind as she grips my wrist. My eyes were wide with horror as I looked up at her. She was glowering over me, her playful smirk from moments ago vanished as she gripped my hand tighter. I winced, falling into her.

“Everybody out,” she said, voice commanding. Two words that made me feel sick with nerves. Everyone instantly rose, making their way towards the door. If she wasn’t in the situation she was in right now, she thought maybe she’d be in awe at how everybody simply obeys her every command. I wondered briefly what it would feel like to have such a power.

“S..Sevika,” I say, trying to back away. “Please.”

Her eyes were unwaveringly fixed upon my own. I try to pull my hand away but she only grips tighter. An involuntary cry escapes my mouth at the sharp pain, which only amused her.

Her mechanical hand raised and gripped my throat in one swift movement. Her grip was firm, though still allowed me to breathe. She pushed me backwards against the wall, winding me. It happened so fast I didn’t quite realise what was going on. The people in the bar smirked and laughed in amusement as they left, watching us closely—probably knowing I’m a goner.

“Too long you’ve been a thorn in my side,” she growled close to my ear and made an unexpected sensation travel through my body, a shiver of pleasure as her breath tickled my skin.

“I’m…  sorry,” I groaned, holding her mechanical arm, trying to pull it away.

She laughed sardonically, “I’m sure you are.”

Her grip tightened as she towered over me, sneering. She’s going to kill me. I’m going to die right here in this grubby old bar, all because I can’t control my mouth or my temper. Fuck.

My hands pulled at hers, now choking me, desperately trying to fill my lungs with air. My struggle only seemed to amuse her more as she laughed. I start to push her away, hands digging into her skin. She pulled me forwards then pushed me back, my head sharply hitting the wall. Tears instantly swam in my eyes at the pain.

“Sorry, I’m a little heavy handed…” she whispered in my ear. I look at her, horrified.

Eventually, she loosens her grip, just before I thought I was going to pass out. I fill my lungs with sweet, precious air. Gasping, she smirks at me.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter again, tears escaping my eyes now as I hold onto her.

“Lets see how you can make it up to me,” she murmured, tilting my head to the side and inching closer. I could feel her breath on my skin as she starts to kiss my neck tenderly. I wasn’t sure what surprised me most, the fact she was kissing me, or how soft it was.

I let out an involuntary moan as she started nibbling on my ear, breathing heavily. I feel her smirking against me as I make a soft whimper of pleasure. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling it softly, wrapping my hair around her mechanical hand. She held me in place like that as she kissed me, slow and deep.

She paused, pulling away to look at me. I lean in closer to kiss her. She smirks, continuing to kiss my body softly.

Her other hand explores my body, tracing from my chin, slowly down to my cleavage. My breath hitches as she pulls the front of my dress down, revealing my breasts. I saw her smile—the hunger in her eyes as she explored my body. It made me blush slightly, to see such eager wanting there. I wasn’t used to it. I usually hid my body in dresses or baggy clothes, not overly-confident with my curves. But as she admired me closely, tracing my skin with her fingers, she looked like she’d wanted to find out what was underneath my clothes for a long time.

I suck in breath as she touches me, content in teasing me and watching my helplessness. She presses her hand against my breast, running her thumb over my nipple softly. I moan in pleasure, and she chuckles, tightening her grip on my nipple. I let out a hiss, trying to push her off but she grips it tighter, eliciting a cry of pain. I freeze, allowing her control.

“Be a good girl,” she said smoothly, “you don’t want to anger me further.”

I move my hand away, tolerating the pain of her pinching and squeezing, biting and toying with me. It was hot, though I hated to admit it. She bites my neck, sucking the skin and leaving red marks behind. After a while, she stops to admire her handywork. Sevika smirks, continuing to mark me, biting me, working her way down my body as her other hand still grips my hair, keeping me firmly in place.  

“Look how easy you submit,” she mumbled, her hands falling lower, pulling at my underwear to remove them.

Perhaps a little self-consciously, I reach for her hand to stop her. “I…” was all I could manage to say.

“You’re beautiful,” she soothed, kissing me further, as if she knew what I was thinking. I melted at the softness of her words, dropping my hand and she took the opportunity to pull off my underwear.

Her knee slipped between my legs, pushing herself into me and grinding her knee on me. She pushes me higher, so I’m on my tiptoes, grinding myself onto her leg. I let out a moan of pleasure into her ear as she kisses my neck.

She picked me up and I wrapped myself around her as she lay me down gently onto the bar, pulling me to the end in front of her. She smirked, taking a moment to watch me before claiming her prize. He slipped herself under my legs, placing them over her shoulders and started to tease me. Kissing me, grazing my clit with her tongue ever so slowly. I inch myself closer to her and she slapped my thigh in warning, her fingers digging into my skin as she ate.

“So eager,” she muttered.

I was glad she wasn’t looking at me because the blush on my cheeks reddened. A few hours ago, I was irritated by the mere presence of her, angry with her arrogance. And now… well, now I couldn’t help but moan her name as she slid two fingers inside me while kissing me, licking me, devouring me.

My body began to tense. My back arched. Pleasure was building into something more… I could feel it coming. I whimpered beneath her fingers. She knew it, because she pulled her fingers away at once and moved backwards to enjoy the view, smirking.

“N..no,” I muttered, a mixture of shock and annoyance surged through me as the orgasm that was so close, left me at the absence of her.

“What are you doing?” I say, trying to look less pathetic than I was.

“You have to beg my permission before I even think about letting you cum.”

“Let me?”

“Yes.” She raised an eyebrow, her gaze not wavering from mine.

I flushed with embarrassment, but wanting more than anything for her to carry on, I sit up and look into her eyes.

“Please,” I whimpered.

She laughed darkly.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

Sevika pulled out her cigar and lit it, taking a slow drag as she walked away. My eyes followed her to the sofa in the corner of the room as she sat down, not even looking at me.

I look down and adjust myself so I wasn’t quite so dishevelled, slipping myself back into my dress. I felt frustrated, and confused. She watched me closely, frowning as if disapproving. With all the confidence I can muster, I walk over and sit myself on her lap, fully aware of how exposed I am right now. I caressed her face softly with my hand, looking deep into her eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever been quite this close to her before. Her grey eyes were soft, yet stormy. I noticed the scar on her face and admired its beauty, I wonder how she got that, briefly. She was a very beautiful woman, I thought inwardly.

She looked at me, the same desire there from before, and slips my dress off over my head, leaving me fully exposed and naked. My arms wrap around myself subconsciously, looking away from her.

“Don’t hide from me,” she whispers into my ear between soft kisses, “You’re beautiful.”

Encouraged by her words, and her kisses, I run my hand through her hair, leaning in and kissing her softly. I kiss my way to her neck, moaning softly in her ear. I start to bite her, as she had done to me, but she pulled me harshly away at once.

“I don’t think so,” she snapped, hand gripping my hair, “you’re mine, not the other way around.”

“S..sorry..” I muttered, holding my hands up to show surrender.

She glares at me, as if wondering what to do with me. Her hand loosens and drops her grip on me, I fall neatly into her once more, slowly kissing her neck. I adjust myself, and begin grinding on her lap. I feel something hard there, and ignoring the curiosity that burned inside me, I rubbed myself against her.

The sensation elicits soft moans into her ear and she groans at the noises of pleasure. “Please, Sevika.” I whimper, begging her for more.

 She pushes me back a little bit as she unbuckles her trousers, rearranging herself. She pulled out the strap she was already wearing, smirking at the shock on my face. So that’s what felt so good rubbing against me.

“Sit,” she commands, holding it, directing it inside me as I slowly lower myself onto her, wincing slightly. She chuckled, pushing herself up and forcing herself into me. I inhale sharply at the unexpected pain.

“Ah!” I hissed.

“Be quiet,” she says, kissing my body. “Play with yourself.”

She leans back, watching me closely, frowning at my confusion. Shaking her head, she moves my hands to my breasts and I understand. I start to play with my tits as she guides me into the rhythm of riding her. As the sensation builds, I move faster and faster, moaning desperately as she watches me closely.

My insecurity disappeared as my climax grew once again. She looked satisfied with the sight of me riding her, muttering her name, playing with myself. All for her, I thought. In the hopes of finally having release, I whimper, “Please Sevika, let me finish?”

After a few moments, she chuckles, holding me down firmly and stopping me from riding her.

“Please!” I cry out in frustration at being denied once more. I nearly sob into her but she only laughs.

“I want to hear you beg,” she says, moving my hands away from my face. She looks into my eyes, cupping my face in her large hands.

“Please, let me cum for you,” I whisper, “I’ll do anything—I’ll be yours, just like you want. All yours. Please, Sevika, please…”

At the sound of her name, she picked me up and threw me onto the sofa. She looked down at me before placing herself in between my legs. She seemed to come alive at my words. I wrapped my legs around her as she came closer, guiding the strap into position, but not yet pushing it inside.

“Say it again,” she growled into my ear. I shivered.

“Please, I’ll do anything… just… please. I’m yours. All yours. Please, just let me finish, Sevika.” I blushed at the desperation in my voice as I whimpered beneath her.

She smirked. Upon hearing her name escape my mouth, she pushed the strap into me, right to the base. I cry out, not quite expecting it. She fucks me, hard, fast. Her eyes lit up at the sight of me moaning in pleasure, eyes rolling back. She plays with my tits, slapping them as they bounce with the rhythm. My pleasure only mounts as she grips my throat with her hand, looser this time, but the feeling elicits some excitement within me.

“You’re mine,” she growls into my ear. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I say at once, my entire body tensing as she continues to fuck me hard and deep.

“Good girl,” she said darkly, watching me closely, “Cum for me, princess.”

The pleasure only mounts further at the permission she gives me, my back arching and my eyes rolling back as I cry out in pleasure. As she watched me finish, she tensed, moaning softly in my ear, continuing to fuck me as she finishes too. I feel her skin pressed against mine as she collapses into me with her own pleasure.

After a few moments, she kissed me on the lips, cheek, neck, making her way to my breasts and leaving a large red mark across one of them. She chuckled to herself, pulling away and watching me lie beneath her, wrapped around her. She was still inside me as I gaze at her. She caresses my tits, playing with them as she stares at me.

Then, the door opens and Silco walks through the bar. Stopping only briefly when he noticed us caught up in each other, he raises an eyebrow.

“Having fun, are we?” He says smoothly, his eyes moved from Sevika’s, to mine. His gaze travelled across my naked body as he smirks, walking up the stairs. “Sevika, come with me, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

She pulls out sharply, causing me to moan slightly. She buckles her pants back up, hiding the strap inside and ridding any evidence of what just happened. While I, on the other hand, lay exposed and naked as she followed Silco, both of their eyes flickering to me before they disappeared.

the next two chapters are already on my ao3 if you liked this one, i'd love to know what you thought :) username - belupi

[ladycharlottexoxo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who wants to come back home to her pretty wife making dinner. she buries her face in your shoulder and sniffs you like a puppy but you love her.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who has some shitty days and some absolutely shitty days, so she comes home to her pretty wife and puts her face in your lap. “bad day?” “mhm...”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who you have to lull to sleep because she's seen so much shit, she gets nightmares. she thrashes sometimes, you have to pull her to your chest and stroke her back, “youre not on the streets, im here.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ big bad butch sevika who needs you to bathe her when she feels too tired to move, muscles aching and cuts dripping with blood. you patch her up and give her a bubble bath because big bad butch sevika deserves the best of the best.

[sevsgiirl]

Omg okay I can't stop thinking about needy lovesick Sevika with a younger femme partner (you can totally do a continuation of the fic you wrote) so what if, she's a little needy&insecure for their age gap? That her girl gets bored/annoyed with her? (She doesn't have this type of thoughts all the time, but the seeds of doubts grows when she hears other people talk, not directly about her and reader, but in general but it does linger when others points out how different they are) or in her own way, she start craving more compliments, affections from her but dunno how to do it and at the same time she's trying to gauce if her girl still likes her (she does!!) yet just the thoughts/doubts hurts Sevika like so bad, because she would do anything for her darling, what she has to do to make her girl still love her and not leave her?

— sevika with a younger partner and feeling insecure

synopsis: sevika doesn’t have a type. whether they’re older or younger, just as long as they could keep up with her that’s all mattered. but ever since you two started dating, she starts to wonder if she’s the one who could keep up with you and how deep down, it scares her that you might find a problem with it eventually.

note: I just had to post this before going to sleep because the idea is too good. I love the way your brain works and again, thank you for sending in the req <3 love you and I hope you like this.

you were a beacon of light in the cesspool of chaos that is sevika’s life.

to this day, she still doesn’t understand how you and her got into a relationship but here you are now, going strong for almost a year and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you two rarely get into arguments, when you did she never hesitates to reach out and fix the situation right away because she can’t stand being on bad terms with you for long.

you two are on the same mental wavelength, which sevika appreciates given how you’re a lot younger than her. she’s in her 40s and you were in 20s, but sometimes she forgets because conversations always run smoothly between you two.

but just because she forgets that doesn’t mean other people fail to bring it up.

when you started dating, it was a bit difficult given how it wasn’t received well by a lot of her peers. not that they judged her for it because they could never unless they wanted to have their face busted in. but it was the occasional remarks that had a hint of judgement in them that made sevika uncomfortable.

things such as “she’s a bit young, isn’t she? you better keep an eye on her especially because you’re always at work. it’s hard being in a relationship with someone who’s at a different stage in life as you.”

both of you had jobs but her work compared to yours was hectic. you work as a waitress at jericho’s meanwhile sevika is paid to get her hands dirty for silco. the job was tedious and draining and sometimes she comes home, tired to the bone that she could barely catch up with you. which she feels immensely guilty for.

you’ve reassured her that it isn’t a big deal and that you understand her status in zaun is far more important than yours. you’ve always acknowledged sevika’s role in the under city and why she was feared by many, that’s what attracted you to her in the first place. she was loyal, devoted and her endurance was insane.

but still, despite how sevika’s job is her number one priority, it still doesn’t slip her mind that she may accidentally neglect you and your needs without her knowing.

and she knows it takes a toll on you too, you just don’t want to bring it up because you respect her too much. and she was right because when she came home early one night you weren’t there, and it was almost midnight when you finally returned and you were shocked to see sevika sitting on your couch waiting for you. usually she’d be back around 2-3am.

“hey, you didn’t tell me silco would let you off the hook early,” you said but your words became background noise because she was too focused on your appearance. you were dressed up and from where she sat she could tell you’ve had a lot to drink.

it’s not that it upset sevika you went out, you could do whatever you want but it saddens her that you didn’t even go out of your way to tell her about it assuming she’d be coming home late. is this what you do when she’s not here? go out with your friends and have fun? it’s not that she expects you to wait for her in your apartment all day while she’s away for work.

still, the thought bothers her as she wonders what you must’ve been up to while she was gone. she tries to set the thought aside, not wanting to think bad of you because she knows you’d never go against her back. but certain thoughts crept up at the back of her mind. did you meet someone while you were out? were you offered drinks? did someone invite you out to dance?

“sev, baby, you there?” she didn’t even realize she zoned out until she felt you cupping her cheek “are you tired? you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

she shook her head “it’s alright. but yeah, silco let me off early and I wanted to surprise you.”

your shoulders sagged “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d come home late again so I decided to just go out with friends. had I known I would’ve waited so we can stay in and cuddle.”

despite your flattery words, the only thing that stuck to sevika was you implying she’d be late again. you didn’t mean it maliciously, there was no bitterness in your tone but instead there was just… acceptance. which frustrated her because people were right.

perhaps being at different stages in life does this. you needed a partner who you can home to and have fun with but instead you got her who’s always late, is already asleep when you probably want to stay up and have sex at night. she would force herself to push through just for you but she isn’t getting any younger and it shows.

maybe it’s because others have planted it in her head that you two are just far too different that’s why she’s overthinking like this, but it’s becoming more and more evident that they were right and if she doesn’t find a way to fix this, god knows before you start seeing the cracks and the dents as well.

and so in the following day she asked silco if she could cut off her usual hours at work to get back home early. at least for a few weeks and silco was shocked for a second because if there was anyone who’s extremely dedicated to their job, it’s her.

but it’s because of that he deliberates on the request “very well,” he answered “but if the matters are urgent I expect you to come in either way,”

well, it’s better than nothing, sevika thought. what matters is she’ll try to find some time to spend the following weeks with you and to hopefully regain the spark in your relationship.

not that she’s saying it’s lost but she’s scared it will. because if her days don’t consist of work, she’s either at the bar playing cards to blow off some steam, which isn’t exactly a productive way of spending one’s time.

unlike you, you have tons of friends who you go out with at clubs and sevika just doesn’t want to think about all the people you meet there, who are probably the same age as you, and have wanted to ask you out but you turned them down because of her.

meanwhile, she’s here and she can’t even keep you happy like how you deserve.

it eats her up alive that’s why as soon as she comes back from work a lot earlier than usual, she immediately engulfs you in a back hug when she sees you cooking in the kitchen.

you gasped, not expecting her “sev, you’re home.” you were surprised as you turned around “did something happen?”

she shook her head, smiling “no sweetheart, silco just let me off early again. plus I’ve been meaning to spend more time with my girl…”

you still weren’t used to the disruption of the routine, because she’s normally away at these hours, but you weren’t complaining.

and with that, you spent most of the evening cooking and catching up with each other. you didn’t miss the way sevika followed you around the house like a lost puppy when you started cleaning up to get ready for bed.

you raised an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes, noticing how she’s awfully more needy than usual.

“baby, go rest. you just got back home from work.” you giggled and she just shook her head.

“I just want to spend more time with you. I feel like I haven’t been the best partner.”

that halted you in your tracks and you angled your head so you can face her “baby, what makes you think that?” your eyebrows were furrowed and she just held you tighter.

she lets out a breath, tired and awfully nervous about vocalizing her doubts. what if once she points it out you start seeing the red flags too? and then these affectionate gestures just won’t be enough? what then?

“I know with my job and the responsibilities I have, I haven’t been able to fulfill your needs. you have so much ahead of you and I’m always at work and I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m wasting your time.” she said and you just stood there, letting her words sink in.

“you’re young and you could be with someone whose head isn’t always stuck in a bunch of paperwork or is running around the lanes doing silco’s dirty work.” her jaw clenched and she starts to wonder if admitting to all of this was a good idea.

“I’m sorry, princess. I just don’t want to bore you by leaving you here at home all by yourself…”

you immediately swiveled around in her arms and took her face in your hands.

“sev, look at me.” you said, your voice stern “I could give less than two fucks about people my age. you think when I got into a relationship with you I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for? of course I did and I don’t regret any of it. I know you have responsibilities and I accepted all of your duties the moment you became mine.”

“I could never be bored of you, baby.” you told her, thumb caressing her cheek “you don’t treat me any differently because of my age so why should I? I love it that you’re so hard at work and that you provide for me. the fact my salary at jericho’s isn’t even enough to pay half of our rent but you don’t mind because you provide for us both, why would I find that boring? that’s fucking sexy.”

she couldn’t help but let out a snort “oh, so what you’re saying is that you’re staying with me because I’m basically your sugar mommy?”

you grinned “amongst other things,” you said before capturing her lips with your own.

the kiss was hot, heavy and slow as sevika gripped your hips and pulled you against her. pushing her knee up and sliding it across your thighs and she started rubbing against your clothed cunt, making you whimper.

“so you’re not bored of me? or mad?” she asked as she pulled away to look at you.

you rolled your eyes “you could be 23 or 75 for all I care and I still wouldn’t get bored of you.”

your finger drew circles around her chest as you fluttered your eyes up at her “plus you fuck me like you’re 23 anyway, so I don’t see why I would look for someone my age.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, swooping you up in her arms and you circled your legs around her waist as she walked you to your bedroom “god, you’re such a handful.” she said.

you smirked “but you love it.”

[atomicami]

imagine sharing a cigar with sevika while riding her…(18+ minors DNI)

you’re straddling sevika in bed, her strap on is shielding your pussy in front of her, but she’s briefly moved it to the side so her human hand can play with your clit, getting you nice and wet for you to ride her.

“would you look at that pussy, pretty girl…” she murmurs, watching in awe as your arousal begins to pool onto the harness of her strap, darkening the leather. “think she’s ready for my cock, don’t you think?”

you nod quickly through your whimpers, and before sevika was about to guide you onto her cock, she began to get that sudden itch for a smoke. she groans to herself quietly, her eyes flickering over to her nightstand where she had her pack of cigars resting there. she impulsively grabs the pack but before she opens it, she looks up at you for a moment. “do you mind if i…?”

“go ahead,” you say, signaling her to have one.

with that, sevika pulls out a cigar and brings it to her lips before taking the lighter and flicking it onto the cigar to bring it to life. she tosses the pack and lighter aside, her hands now free to go back to what they were doing.

her hands grab ahold of your hips and she takes note of your hesitation. “c’mon baby, i’ll help you out,” she mutters before breathing the smoke out of her nose. with that, you lift your hips up and align her cock with your tight entrance. you forcefully tease the tip through your folds to get it wet enough before slowly sinking down on it, a soft chain of moans and whimpers escaping your mouth as you do so.

sevika watches in awe, admiring how her cock was impaling into your pussy as she releases another puff of smoke through her mouth. “atta girl, baby…look at you…already taking my cock so well.” you watch with heavy eyes as sevika takes another drag of her cigar, and a new craving starts to hit you. without even asking, you simply reach over and pluck the thick cigar out of sevika’s lips before placing it in between your own. the smoke of the tobacco quickly fills your lungs as you rise your head up to exhale, letting the puff of smoke curl into the air.

sevika blinks, completely off guard. ironically, she never went for girls who smoked—it was actually a dealbreaker for her. but after watching you take a hit—so effortless and bold—it only made her want you more. “didn’t think you had that in you,” she murmurs, her voice now laced with lust.

“mmh…” you whine, gently grinding yourself with sevika’s cock inside you so your pussy adjusts to the length. “just…just needed a little pick me up.” you take another drag out of the cigar, and sevika takes in the sight of you as you close your eyes and tilt your head up again to release the smoke, admiring the way your breasts heaved and how your ribcage expanded as you exhaled the smoke into the air. “f-fuck, i need to move,” you whine again, handing the cigar back to sevika before lifting your hips up and preparing yourself to ride her.

the pace was slow at first, giving sevika the time to take a few more drags out of her cigar before handing it to you, a smirk growing on her face as she watches you trying to multitask between smoking the cigar and riding her cock. you grab the cigar with a shaky hand and bring it to your lips. you try to take a drag, but your body is too fixed on the strap sliding in and out of you, resulting in a couple coughs before the rest of the smoke exits out of your lips.

you hand the cigar back to sevika, only for her to shake her head. “take another hit.”

“i-i can’t, sev…” you whine, more determined to keep riding her and chase after your release. “i need to keep—“

sevika didn’t even let you finish speaking. she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. she snatches the cigar out of your hand and takes a swift drag from it, but she doesn’t exhale just yet. instead, she sits up with her cock still inside you, and with a gentle yet firm grip, she grabs you by the the neck with her mechanical hand to pull you closer to her. with her face now inches away to yours, sevika parts your lips open with her thumb and exhales the smoke into your mouth.

the smoke that sevika forces into you starts to burn into your lungs, causing you to cough multiple times, your body instinctively trying to push it out. her grip on your throat loosens just enough to let you catch your breath. “if i tell you to take another hit, you’ll fucking take it.” she murmurs in a low and commanding tone before letting your neck go completely and lying back down to hit her cigar again.

to your surprise, that last hit that sevika forced into you was just the push that you needed, and you begin to speed up your pace on her cock. you start to push your hips faster, taking sevika by surprise over your sudden burst of energy. “well would you look at that?” she smirks, tightening her grip on your hip with her free hand. “looks like you just needed a little push, yeah? go on then, baby…show me how good my cock feels.”

sevika stays relaxed under you, watching the sight of your helpless self bouncing on her cock as if you were merely just a show to her, all while she finishes the last few drags of her cigar. “f-fuck s-sev…i-i think i’m gonna cum…” you whine out to her, and with those magic words, sevika immediately puts out her cigar on the side of her nightstand before bringing her full attention back to you. she grabs ahold of your hips with both hands now, simply guiding you as you continue to ride her cock at a fast pace. however, that stamina in your body was bound to leave quickly. your legs start to give out, and your hips begin to slow down. “s-sevika, i can’t—“

“oh yes you fucking can.” she interrupts, her metal and flesh hands creating a tighter grip on your hips as she begins to pound into your pussy relentlessly. you yelp in surprise, and your torso falls back but your hands land in time on top of sevika’s thighs to keep you steady. a chain of broken moans escape your mouth and ends with final cry of pleasure as you cum, your cunt squeezing around the strap before creaming over the length from base to tip. you start to feel dizzy, and your body suddenly goes limp. sevika is quick to sit up and catch you from falling before slowly pulling her cock out of you and gently setting you down on the bed next to her.

for a moment, your eyes are fluttered shut as you catch your breath, but they’re quick to open up again once you hear the familiar flickering sound of the lighter. you open your eyes to see that sevika has lit up a fresh new cigar, and a challenging smirk grows on your face when she looks over to you and says:

“think you can handle another round?”

oh, so we’re going again? respectfully pass me that shit.

[madewithsilk]

Sevika who stretches you out with bigger and bigger toys cw; daddy kink, size kink

Your cunt was practically clenching around nothing, head thrown back, completely nude. Your breasts fell flattened and beads of sweat developed on your tits, tummy, and everywhere visible to Sevika. She couldn’t help but groan, your pussy stretched out after taking three orgasms from three different-sized toys. The thickness and length became too much to take and by your second time cumming, you were fucked out dumb and senseless.

She enjoyed the powertrip, being able to use your body to her liking and you’d simply take it. “Can keep going, baby girl?” She asks and your head lifts slightly to stare at the new toy she added lubricant to. Your pussy was wet enough, but with the size of the dildo, she’d rather not take any chances. You whimper in reluctance, thighs shutting closed yet you nod anyway.

Sevika pryed your legs open with force, “If you wanna take it then stop running from it.” She teased your hole with the tip, slipping it in and out. Your legs were pleading to close, the stimulation too teasing and slow. “Se—“ You were ready to complain, whine, and huff but she gave you no time to. The toy was nudging at your cervix, completely filling you and giving you no time to adjust. “Sev—!” Your eyes shot open, a pornographic moan leaving your lips. Sevika was focused on the scene of your pussy clenching on the silicone cock, hardly being able to thrust it from how much you sucked it in.

“Fuck, baby, shit feels good?” She asks, beginning to pump it in and out of your cunt. The obscenely filthy squelching noises and moans echoed in the room. Your back arched off of the mattress, her pace too slow and intolerable. “Please Sev, need it,” Sevika let out an amused, deep chuckle. Her unhurried pace didn’t relent, pushing it in and out with no consideration. “Do you? Thought it wouldn’t fit, huh?” You shook your head, panting and whimpering from the lack of roughness.

“Dirty girl, like being split open on dick, that right?” Sevika’s improper words made you clench harder, hips rutting back and forth to fuck yourself onto the toy. She tuts, not moving her wrist anymore. “C’mon, say you’re a nasty girl who needs daddy’s cock.” She loved seeing how much larger her frame and the toys were compared to you, how you could hardly take them yet begged for more.

It was humiliating, begging to be fucked dumb on her considerably large dick. Yet you were too dumb on it to even process embarrassment. “Daddy’s nasty girl— Ple- ughh, please Sev’!” You squirmed as the pace quickened, her hand angling to fuck into your g-spot instead. “Ugn— daddy-“ She had you babbling with stray tears down your cheeks, pressing herself so tightly against you.

“Shit, you know I need this shit back right, baby?” She mocked and all you could do was squirm everywhere, the orgasm building in your tummy. She kept you still with her arms, pressing down on your tummy. The knot went undone, your cunt spamming and releasing cum everywhere on her. Your legs were shaking, but she didn’t stop, rubbing circles on your sensitive, swollen nub. Her lips wandered your neck and traced hot, wet kisses.

You panted, unable to move anything besides your lips. “Feels good, thank y’daddy.” Sevika hummed, taking the toy out with a moist, gross noise. “Greedy pussy,”

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞’𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: approx. 640

Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, brothel worker!reader x service top!sev, bottom!reader, oral (sev & r receiving) strap (r receiving), pillow humping, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to as girl, doll, like 75% of afabs can't cum from penetration alone so this is for us

A/N: OKAY okay since everyone is asking (no one asked girl), i guess i'll give you guys some service top!vika x brothel worker!reader while we wait for the kassandra poll results. since everyyyone is asking. service top!sevika holy fuck save me. enjoy !

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who frequents the brothel to blow off steam in a way that has the girls fighting over who gets her for the night

୨ৎ You've only been working at Babette's for a month now, so you're not really sure what the hype is all about…

୨ৎ Until, she comes in one evening and everyone else is already with a client, leaving you to take care of her

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who walks into your room through the beaded curtain that's twinkling like the grey eyes traveling up and down your figure

୨ৎ “You new?” She asks, unbuttoning her cloak to reveal a beautiful arm of bronze

୨ৎ Beautiful, but intimidating; this is made clear by the wide eyes you sport when responding with a hesitant, “Y-yes…”

୨ৎ She takes note of your weariness and makes quick work of easing your worries 

୨ৎ “Not gonna hurt ya;” she states, throwing her cloak over the wingback chair next to the door, “not what i’m here for.” 

୨ৎ “What are you here for then?” You respond; this time, more confidently 

୨ৎ She strolls over to the bar cart, and you don't miss the smirk that appears on her face before her back is to you as she pours herself a glass of whiskey

୨ৎ “That depends on you.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s got you baffled, because it’s been a long time since someone asked you what you liked

୨ৎ She's got you sprawled out on the velvet couch, her head between your legs, only coming up for air to ask if you if “You want it faster?” “You want another one of my fingers?” “You're gonna cum for me, aren't you doll?”

୨ৎ No fucking shit you're gonna cum; this is the best head you've ever gotten

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who's got you on your knees in front of her, wetting her strap so it's nice and ready for you

୨ৎ You're quick to coax every inch into your mouth, eyes watering as you try your best to breathe through the jabs to the back of your throat 

୨ৎ But then, she's cupping your jaw with her flesh hand, pulling you off of its length

୨ৎ “Slow down, doll,” she soothes, “you're gonna hurt yourself.”

୨ৎ You'd sputter out an apology, explaining that you were only doing what your other clients liked

୨ৎ “Don't care what they like. Take your time; just need my strap wet enough to make you feel good.” 

୨ৎ Of course, you show your immense appreciation for her consideration by giving her head so good she swears she can feel it through the strap

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika whose got you babbling on her cock, completely drunk off of how good she's fucking you

୨ৎ She's got you in a prone bone, (because she asked what your favorite position to take strap in was) leaning down to tell you how good you're doing, how well you're taking her

୨ৎ “Can you cum like this?” She suddenly asks, slowing down 

୨ৎ “Not usually,” you pant, “need something on my clit.”

୨ৎ “Good. Want my mouth on you anyway.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s coaxing another orgasm from you, fingers massaging your walls, tongue drawing figure eights on your clit

୨ৎ Her arms are wrapped around your thighs, holding them down as you twitch and thrash with your release 

୨ৎ Only once you've ridden it out until you're reaching down to push her away does she crawl up to fall beside you on the pile of blankets, furs, and pillows 

୨ৎ Her breath is labored, eyebrows knit together, and her own thighs are twitching now 

୨ৎ “Your turn?” You ask breathlessly

୨ৎ She reaches down to grab a pillow before dropping it beside your head; and only upon seeing the dark patch on the pillow case do you realize that she'd gotten off grinding into it as she ate you out

୨ৎ “Already went. You wanna go again?”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who is-naturally- your favorite client; and luckily for you, you're her favorite girl

𝐄𝐍𝐃 ୨ৎ

[ffiolette]

SEVIKA DRABBLE

WARNINGS— wlw, dom!sevika, use of strap, clit play, pussy slaps, spanking, nipple/breast play, slight dacryphilia, NSFW MDNI.

pls tell me if this is shit...

sevika dicking you down with her fat strap, her hands under your thighs, pushing them up until your knees meet your heaving chest. "'vika ! fuck, 'vika ! ohmygod !" you squeal as she kneels over you, her tits bouncing in your face, and they look so good you just can't help yourself, taking a nipple between your lips to suck on as she fucks into your squelching pussy. your watery eyes blinking up at her, and it makes her clit twitch with need.

she groans, smirking down at you as her hand comes down in a hard smack against your ass, making your already tight cunt clench so deliciously around her dick. oh, if only she could feel it. she chuckles through her grunts, cooing with a false tone of sympathy. "so sweet, aren't you ? just needed somethin' between those pretty lips to shut you up, hm ?"

you whine at her words, tongue circling her areola while you palm your own breasts, your body jerking with each of her firm thrusts which has her tip grazing your cervix in a gooey kiss.

your lips left her slick, swollen nipple to let out a cry of pleasure from your used throat, your hips jumping pathetically as your greedy hole sucked in another inch of her silicone cock.

"ohh, sweet girl. look at this pussy, she's practically drowning me shittt. bet this little clit would love some attention too, yeah ? want your clit rubbed, baby ?" she grins cruelly, her lips twisting up in a way that has your head nodding desperately against the sweat soiled pillow.

"mhm, mhm ! please, 'vika. wan' you to touch me !" you squeak, a familiar pressure in your lower belly building rapidly as your cunt clenches rhythmically around her. she chuckles darkly again, squeezing the plump flesh of where your thigh meets your ass before bringing her hand around to rub tight circles on your pulsing clit.

"tell me how good it feels, sweet girl. tell me how good it feels when I pinch your pretty clit." she grunts, squeezing your bundle of nerves between her finger and thumb and watching with a sick pleasure as you squirm and wail.

"feels— feels so good ! so fuckin' good," you mewl, arching into her touch when she lands a harsh slap against your cunt which sends you reeling and your pussy spasming. "'vika, 'm cumming— 'm cumming !"

you babble uselessly, jerking and writhing as you came on her dick, which was still ravishing your insides rather harshly. sevika grunts, tapping her fingers menacingly against your twitching clit as she continues to snap her hips at a punishing pace. you whine, attempting to push her hand away pathetically, and when you failed to do so you planted your palm against her abs, fingers curling the longer she stayed plowing into you mercilessly.

"awh, did you think I was done, sweet girl ? nuh uh, 'm not finished with this slutty hole yet."

ffiolette

[lily221118]

•⭐• Sevika x a younger, mean, femme girlfriend!

Sevika was known for her dominant, assertive aura, that's what maked her so hot. But it also meant she usually ended up with partners that levelled her out. She was used to coddling them, having to go out of her way to show affection in a way that was satisfactory for them.

That was, until she met you

You were younger than her by a good few years, the youngest she had ever let herself go for. She thought the younger the girl, the less they'd understand the way she was with her loved ones. Y'know, less worldly experience and whatever.

But you had no problem telling her off, putting her in her place, showing her tough love exactly the way she also gave it. And she found it endearing.

The rest of the undercity was scared of her, couldn't even uphold a conversation in fear of getting themselves beat. But you treated her like every other dickhead who was lucky enough to talk to you.

You could boss her around and she'd put her hands up in surrender, smirking with a "yes, ma'am"

"Sevika, get me a drink"

"open this"

"Did you just give me attitude?"

Fuck, she found it so hot. And thats why she would let you get away with it.

Multiple times, you had stopped Sevika from getting into brawls in public. She'd be all up in some guys face for looking at you the wrong way, "You wanna see what happens when you can't keep your eyes off my girl?"

"Sevika, sit down"

She'd scowl and grumble but she'd be back in her seat before you'd have to repeat yourself.

You both had your sweet moments though. And the harsh difference between those moments compared to the usual demeanor of the two of you made the moments even sweeter. Every now and then, she'd get a "Thank you, baby" or you'd compliment her the way you knew she liked, "My handsome woman". And, in return, she'd tell you how beautiful you are and how she appreciated the level of understanding you shared.

Overall, Sevika knew you were perfect for her. The perfect mix of high and low maintenance and not easily offended or knocked down. You could match her energy and double that with attitude.

Once those bedroom doors closed, however, she'd make sure you were sorry for every piece of attitude you had ever thrown at her.

[sinstear]

kinda felt like i needed to write something proper for this lol

sevika doesn’t know how long she’s been holding herself up against the wall of your shared bedroom, she can’t even remember how many times you’ve made her cum tonight, all she can truly focus on is the feeling of your tongue swirling around her clit, flicking the sensitive bud back and forth a few times before you’re pulling it back into your mouth. her ears ring, the blood rushes to her skull at the obscene sounds from below her. the sound of you greedily slurping at her cunt has her on cloud nine, the pathetic and loud sounds of her pussy squelching has her face on fire, but no room for shame. you’re just too good with your mouth. sevika’s knees burn, digging into the harsh material of the blankets and bedsheets, she’s got all of her weight on top of you, per your request. and she doesn’t know where to put her hands. one second they are on your head, pushing your face more between her legs, then she’s got them on the wall before her, and sometimes even has them resting then on yours when you reach up to grab at her tits. “fuck,” she chokes out, her body jolting above when your hand lands a strike on her ass and grabs at the plush flesh tightly and hums into her cunt. reaching her hand up, and cupping one of her tits between her metal hand, sevika’s jaw clenched tightly together and grinds her hips down against your face, hips moving rhythmically in pattern. “that’s good, sweets,” the nip of your teeth on her clit has her jolting again, hand still pressing on your head. needily and pathetically fucking herself on your tongue. “gonna make me cum,” you don’t need her to tell you that, maybe you’re a little top egotistical but the way her body reacts to your touch, tells you everything you need to know. she feels your grin widen, and her head falls back with a guttural moan, a moan that has you licking her cunt faster, holding her down on your face. “fuck, too good at this, aren’t you?” sevika cums over your tongue with a whimper not even seconds later, hand on your head, keeping you there as she rides your tongue through her orgasm. “little more, fuck, just a little more, please” she murmured, voice broken as her thighs shook. slumping her forehead against the wall, sevika laughs and shivers at the feeling of you running your hands up and down her thighs. peering down at you, she finds you already looking up at her, slick and spit covering your chin and you’re grinning up at her. “so, that up to your standards or?” “maybe make me cum a few more times, and i’ll tell you.” she smirks.

[sapphiccup]

Quick quick snack!!

Pairing: Sevika x reader in a tight dress

MDNI!!!!! CIS MEN DNI!!!!! light Nsfw ahead!

Sevika has been staring at you all day. You bought a new dress and its tight on you, showing every curve of your body. The fact that you yourself are a ten, your voice makes her shudder and shake with arousal, and everything in between just does it for her. Yet, this dress is new. You usually wear jeans around the house, or some shorts. But this dress, good god. When you’d pass her in the kitchen you’d make sure your ass dragged against her crotch, acting like you just needed to get something from the cabinet real quick, then you’d do it again. Sevika was biting the bottom of her lip every time you swipe your fat ass on her. You did it a third time, and she stopped you, hand on waist and the other resting on her side.

“You doin’ this on purpose sweetie?” She asked you, her voice was so deep, vibrating against your back, making you all hot and bothered.

“I dunno what you mean, I just need to get-“

She leaned in real close, giving you a groan in your ear, and it sent currents of waves down your back, making you stand up straight, backing into her some more. You could feel how warm she was getting and it was such a turn on.

“You’re such a liar” she growled lowly in your ear, resting her head in the corner of your neck. You could feel her breath on your skin, goosebumps making their announcement for her, and standing ovations from your lower lips.

“Can I touch you?” She’d ask, sounding pathetic, whiney about wanting to touch you. You loved it. Giving her a nod, she’d slide her free hand to the curve of your ass, rubbing it with a bit of roughness, making it move just the way she likes it. You could feel her grunting against your neck, as she took a couple of big squeezes of your supple cheek.

“Veevee, is that all you want to touch?” You asked in a sultry tone, making her brain short circuit for a second, making her stop her lustrous rubs.

“Is it weird that I’m getting off by just doing this?”

“Hm, no but..” you trailed off, bending a bit over to the counter across from you, posing for her as your sweet nectar dripped down your leg. Sevika’s breath got caught in her lungs just from the sight.

“I need more baby..” you confessed, your breath was unsteady, spreading your legs a bit more waiting for her to just dive in, with whatever way she’d want to dive in.

“Come fuck me.. I won’t bite— probably..”

[gtgbabie0]

Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: {Sevika has some trouble with her mechanical arm, you offer her help} For my other works my Masterlist is here <3

softSevika,softSevika,softSevika! Enjoy my lovelies <3 💕

The pale light of the moon was drowned out by the neon signs that flicker soft colours of pink and blue which bleed through your small apartment, it was the only source of light guiding Sevika through the room before she finds the light switch, clumsily flicking it on.

It had all gone so horribly wrong so quickly, what was meant to be a simple drop off and pick up turned into a violent mess— fucking useless, she thought bitterly. It’d be the last time she would work with some newbies who couldn’t tell their left from their right.

Her frustrations were bubbling over, that much was clear when she slams the front door shut, immediately wincing at the loud noise and once again she silently curses, this time at herself.

It was well past midnight and you were definitely knocked out like a light, it was endearing how quickly you fell asleep, one moment the pair of you would be talking then the very next you were snoring your head off. The thought of you curled up in your shared bed with your face smushed against the soft pillows makes her smile— the type that softens her hardened features.

It almost made her forget about the dull ache that seized her muscles, almost. She needed a drink.

So with a bottle of whiskey and her toolbox, you had so kindly brought for her spread out on the coffee table she sat down on the couch trying to fix the mess that had become of her mechanical arm— which was so much more harder to do by herself, without you there to unscrew the screws she couldn’t reach or to hand her the right tools… or to caress her cheek with those soft hands of yours, fuck, she had missed you more then she’d like to admit.

Sevika had been at it for hours, fumbling with one stubborn screw that had been lodged stuck. It refused to come loose for love nor money and it was driving her up the damn wall that she throws the stupid screwdriver across the room, watching it bounce across the wooden floorboards with a loud clang and a thud.

She stares down at it with a small scowl, scoffing before reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“Sev?— what’re you doing?” Your soft voice, heavy with sleep ripples through the silence, breaking down the spell of anger that seemed ever present.

“Nothing, go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” She mumbles the reply, ducking her head down to look at the floor beneath her, it was almost ridiculous how fast the guilt hit her. She’d woken you up at god knows what time with her banging around.

You shake your head at her dismissal, padding your way over to her with a small frown— your hands tightening the silk robe you had wrapped around your body. Without a word she moves her legs so you can perch yourself on the edge of the coffee table, sitting in front of her.

“You won’t be able to fix it if you’re drunk.” You tell her, a small smirk ghosting over your lips as you watch her put the bottle of whiskey down on the table with a small huff.

“It’s not the alcohol—” Sevika replies gruffly, her heart skipping a few beats at the feeling of your hand against her knee as you rummage through her toolbox. “It needs a specific part.” Gods, you made her feel like a lovesick fool sometimes but damn if she didn’t absolutely adore the feeling.

With a soft hum, you let your fingertips graze along the metal fixings of her prosthetic arm, the joints were all broken and a couple of cogs were missing— it’d be easier to fix if it was detached and by the look on Sevika’s face she knew this… but it was a pain to do.

“I could-” you go to offer her an alternative, eyes skimming across the mechanical arm as your tired mind runs a mile a minute.

“Just help me take it off,” She concedes with a weary sigh, nodding over to the screwdriver which you’re quick to pick up.

She didn’t like having it off, to feel so vulnerable and defenceless. In a strange way, it scared her. Sure she could probably knock a guy or two out with one hand but it was still daunting to feel so stripped in such a way.

You stand up from the coffee table, situating yourself in between her legs as you begin to gently unscrew the bolts, handing them over to her one after another as she puts them safely into a bag. Then with a soft hiss of air, the arm comes loose, the weight falling from Sevika’s shoulder and down on the sofa beside her.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow… get that specific piece.” You promise her with a tender smile, looking down at her from where you stand with her rough hand resting over the curve of your hips from between the opening of your silken robe— caressing up to your waist slowly.

“Mmhm.” She hums in agreement, leaning forwards to bury her face into your soft tummy with a heavy sigh that borders on a groan as you skim your fingertips along her cheek and through her hair ever so slowly that it has her nuzzling into you like a damn cat.

Gods, you knew just how to dismantle her… you were a dangerous woman— her kryptonite.

“C’mere.” She mutters, pulling you down onto her lap without a single second thought. Her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her as you melt into her body— her fingers brushing along your hip.

“Come to bed Sev— you look like you’re about to pass out.” You whisper, turning your head to get a good look at her with those soft eyes of yours… so tired and sweet.

“I will just let me hold you like this for a minute.” She replies back, bumping her forehead against your own— pressing a kiss to your cheek then burying her face into the crook of your shoulder, a muffled ‘I love you’ spoken into your skin.

[lorasdolly]

heyyy how are you doing??

i was thinking of a sevika fic, friends to lovers, in which they are really close and sevika is afraid to fuck things up because reader is like her only friend 😭

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝘂?)

Your apartment had the pure vanilla and cashmere scent all around. The couch was bundled up with blankets, pillows, plushies, and everything else that could possible keep you comfortable. You were in the kitchen, staring at the candle’s flickering flame as you waited for the milk to heat up on the stove.

Sevika was arriving soon to hang out, and you’re nearly sure she’d sleepover considering she asked so late. You were always up to have fun. Right as you were about to remove the pot from the stove, the doorbell rung, and you forgot to shut off the heat, rushing to the front door.

Swinging it open, you saw Sevika there with a scarf and coat on, and beyond her there were inches of snow pouring down. Her eyes glazed over your body, the silk pajamas you had on, the cute bunny slippers. She wanted to melt right then and there.

“Hey— God, you should come inside, ‘Vika, it’s freezing out here!” You exclaimed, moving over to make space for her to enter. Shutting the door behind her, she began to remove her scarf and coat, a black wife-pleaser and sweatpants beneath it.

Your slippers dragged on the wooden floor, going towards the living room when it dawned on you that the milk was still on the stove! “Awh—!” You shouted, running towards the kitchen and taking Sevika by surprise. The milk was frothing and boiling over once you entered, hands working to take it off the stove with little damage.

A pout graced your lips, Sevika following behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Did I get here at a wrong time?” Her voice was always deep yet held an edge of tenderness when speaking to you. You shook your head and looked up at her. “No way— I’m just stupid, forgot to turn off the stove,” The petulant look was still painted upon your features, letting a chuckle escape past her lips.

“That was for us, y’know! Some hot chocolate…” You complain, bottom lip slightly poking out. “Don’t frown, don’t you have some cheap wine we could crack open?” Your eyes light up, bouncing in rejoice at her words. You rushed to the cabinets, one leg off the floor as you tippy-toed to grab the wine bottle all the way at the top.

“You’re a genius, ‘Vika!” You said with a high-pitched tone, the red-wine bottle in your grasp now. She came beside you and shut the cabinet before you had a chance to hit your head. “You would’ve thought of it sooner if you weren’t so caught up on the milk,” She explained gently, still eyeing you.

You got the wine opener, handing it to Sevika so she could do it herself while your finished bringing the snacks to the living room. You brought bowls and plates over to the coffee table, an assortment of foods and candies.

When you returned, she was grabbing glasses to pour the wine into. Instead of interrupting her, you jumped onto the counter, sat on the edge of it with one lower leg crossed over the other. A small smirk was placed on her uneven, full lips as she handed you the glass.

Sevika watched as your own lips circled the rim of the glass, eyes closing once you took a sip. “Not the biggest fan, but it’ll make do.” Your voice snaps her out of the staring trance, her gaze moving back to your eyes, her fingers crossed in hopes you didn’t notice the way she looked at your features.

"What do you have picked out for tonight?" She asked knowingly, watching as your face lights up once again, a shift she could watch happen a million times and never find boredom. You stepped off the counter, running towards the living room and hoping she'd follow after.

Truthfully, it was more like a 'knowing' she'd follow after.

She placed both wine glasses on the coffee table, eyes raking over the variety of foods that Sevika loved. She had never taken advantage of the fact you knew everything about her, every little detail. She bathed in that fact everyday, soaking up the moments. The TV was on and ready for games, she watched the nearing prideful expression on your face.

Her larger palm came to ruffle the top of your hair, watching your heartily expression. "We can play mario kart or something!" You exclaim, dragging her by the hand to where you two will sit. "And then– we can watch the notebook!"

Sevika cocks a brow, yet somehow oblivious. "We watch the notebook every time," She reminds, watching as your legs drape over her thigh, landing between both of her legs. Sevika had made up her mind that you two were just friends, but her heart sped up. You pout slightly, "So?"

She chuckles, leaning back on the couch and finding the game with the controller in her hand. "Nothin', the notebook it is." You grin, grabbing your own controller and picking a character. "I can be princess peach and you choose mario," Sevika hums softly, picking mario. "He looks nothing like me." She grumbled playfully.

"Not supposed to look like you, silly." Sevika's gaze lifts and places itself onto you, the little smile on your lips, the way your tongue slightly sticked out as the game began. Sevika's hands moved on the controller, trying to focus, yet she still stared at you. Your little bounces once you got closer, gasps when someone passes you, she tried to mentally picture them to never forget. “Ahh! I almost won, got second place!” You declare, falling back against her shoulder.

She snaps out of the trance, looking at the screen and her incredibly behind spot. “Shit,” She whispered, looking at how your arm wrapped around her bicep in ‘defeat’. “It’s okay, you did good,” Sevika speaks, practically playing with one hand as she once again pats your head. “You suck, ‘Vika.” You murmur, head now in her lap as she finishes terribly.

She scoffs, fisting your hair childishly and lifting it off her lap. “Maybe you pick the games you’re good at purposefully.” She points out, vision narrowed at you. Your tongue sticks on, taunting her. “Child.” She replies to the gesture, flicking your forehead and receiving a whine.

You scurry off the couch to turn off the light, Sevika being unphased till she feels you throw yourself onto her. She huffs, wrapping her hands around you to stabilize you. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?” She scolds like a worried parent. You giggle against the top of her head, situating besides her. “The notebook!” She rolls her eyes yet not truly meaning it, “It’s stupid.”

The move begins and it was a long, hard 2 hours before the ending scenes come on and you hear sniffles from Sevika. A grin grows on your face again, grabbing your phone and flashing the light in her face. “Is big bad Sevika crying to the notebook’s ending??” Sevika grunts, jerking your hand away lightly. “Shuddup,” She grumbles, picking up a pillow and throwing it at you.

The phone tumbles out of your hand and you gasp in mock offense, hands coming to wipe her tears. “Poor, poor Sevika.” You jeer, cradling her face and cooing. Her palm goes over your face, basically covering the whole of it and pushing you away. You sit back, crossing your arms, “I totally think Allie is way too pretty for Noah.” You assert, shrugging it off. Sevika nods in response, not too passionate about it.

“‘Vika?” You whisper softly, hands on your lap nervously fidgeting. “Yeah?” She answers, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion. “How long are we going to be playing eye tag before you say something..?” Her words tumble over each other, eyes widening at the realization of what you were implying.

“What?”

You huffed, looking at her surprised, flushed expression. “I’m getting tired of giving you so many signs and you just—“ You huff, throwing your arms in the air. “Ignoring them..!” She shakes her head, turning to you and nearly getting whiplash. “I mean— if you’re not interested, say it, but don’t—“ She cuts you off, shaking her head desperately. “God, no.”

Her hands couldn’t find their way to you this time. She never minded touching you, embracing you, but under this context? God, she could pass out. “I am interested, I—“ She was reluctant, not sure how to express this. She had been imagining this moment for years, never thinking it’d really happen. Yet, here she was, stumbling over her words, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

Your lip crashed onto her, not wanting to witness the embarrassment from not knowing how to word things. She didn’t kiss back at first and you nearly pulled away, but her hands wrapped around your waist. Half of your body was on hers yet not fully. Your lips parted, allowing her access to deepen the kiss.

You bit her lip softly, getting pulled in closer. Her body shifted, gently placing you beneath her and parting kisses for little breaths and small giggles. Your hands tugged at her hair, playfulness and warmth emitting from the moment. The kiss broke fully, a string of saliva connecting you two. “God, ‘Vika.”

Both of you were smiling, lips against one another, breath heavy. Her hand tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, "M'so sorry." She murmured, kissing down your neck. You shook your head, running your hands through her hair softly, sighing.

"Didn't wanna mess this up.." She mumbled against your jawline, moving to nibble at your pulse point. You nodded gently, "It's 'kay, 'Vika." She brought you closer, her kisses at your tummy, circling your navel and down to your pelvis. Her gaze is focused on you.

"Perfect, all of this," She emphasized each word with a kiss at your hips.

[ladycharlottexoxo]

suggestive themes. petplay (r!receiving). collar & leash. holding back piss. piss kink. mentions of urethra insertion.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “thats it, attagirl,” sevika pulls your collar back harshly making you whine a little, she is fucking you with the biggest glass dildo known to man. the worst part? you need to pee badly and sevika knows it but she tells you, “hold it in, pup, im sure you can for a little bit.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a little bit turns into an hour of her fucking your pussy sore with the dildo, you're now facing the mirror with one leg hoisted up as your eyes roll back into your head. your tongue lolls out and you whimper, “mistress, please, need'ta pee...” sevika pinches your clit roughly before pacing up the dildo in your pussy, because you're holding your piss in, you naturally clench up to try to hold back.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “t-too big!” sevika isn't listening, she's too focused on breaking you in. “look at the fucking mirror, what a pathetic puppy. you can't even hold your own waste in,” sevika tutted, “i should plug your useless peehole up.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “im sorry, im sorry...” you whimper. sevika forces you to look at your own breaking form in the mirror before she pushes the dildo all the way in your little cunt. “tell me, are you gonna take a piss on mistress's fingers? filthy 'em up? are you that much of a sad, pathetic pup?”

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika being needy when you’re mad at her

synopsis: sevika has very good self control, and she doesn’t usually cave in to most situations that bother her, but you giving her the silent treatment? well, that’s a whole different story.

note: this is just another sevika drabble because I can’t get the thought of her being needy out of my head.

sevika is straightforward. she doesn’t have the time nor patience when it comes to silent treatment, if she has a problem with someone she goes out of her way to tell them without sugarcoating it. romantic partners included.

there are perks to it but there is definitely a downside as well because oftentimes she can be too blunt for her own good.

you know she doesn’t mean it when she accidentally hurts your feelings or says something that catches you off guard, but then again you’re still human. so whenever you two end up disagreeing with each other, you try to be as understanding of her perspective as much as possible. but sometimes it doesn’t always work.

“where are you going?” she asked you late one night when she catches you dolling yourself up in your bedroom.

you spared her a glance from your cracked vanity mirror before rummaging through your makeup bag “I’m gonna go to the bar just to meet up with some friends. I’ll probably be back in two hours.”

you were expecting her to agree because you barely go out anyways. sevika could be a bit jealous and possessive but if there is one thing she isn’t, it’s controlling.

that’s why you were taken aback when you catch sight of her shaking her head on the mirror, a scowl on her face “no.”

you were quiet for a moment before you swiveled around to face her.

“excuse me?”

“I said no. it’s late. had you gone out earlier today I wouldn’t have minded but it’s dangerous to go out this time of night and I’m not gonna let you especially when you’re all dressed up like that.” she said.

you honestly couldn’t believe it as you stood up “well, if you’re so worried then you can just come with-“

“it’s a saturday and silco’s been on my ass the entire week. I was hoping we’d use this night to just unwind and stay in.”

you chuckled, a bitter sound “so wait, I can’t go to the last drop because it’s late but you can especially if it’s about work?”

“it’s not about where you’re going, it’s about the time. you can go out tomorrow morning or the afternoon but it’s 9:30 for crying out loud.”

“you’ve got to be kidding me. sev-“

“I’m not arguing with you.” she reprimanded “I mean it. you’re a grown adult and I got into a relationship with a grown adult. so I don’t get why you’re acting like a fucking child.”

perhaps it was the stress of her job getting to her that made her speak that way towards you, but you’d be lying if you said her harsh words didn’t get to you because they did. making your eyes well up but you refused to let her see you cry, instead you just shoved past her and into the bathroom where you took your makeup off and got undressed.

and she was glad you gave into what she wanted… or so she thought.

truth be told, she didn’t think much of what she said because in her mind she was just looking out for you. sure, if she thought about it she might’ve sounded a little harsh but it wasn’t personal. she just tends to be strict especially to those she cares about.

however, she didn’t think you’d take it to heart. that’s why in the following morning when she was cooking breakfast and heard the bedroom door open, she was surprised that instead of walking up to her and giving her a morning kiss like you always do, you aimed directly for the bathroom and slammed the door shut on your way in.

she couldn’t mask her surprise because not only did you ignore her, you didn’t sit down and have breakfast with her first. which is something you always do before showering and heading off to work.

“aren’t you going to eat?” she asked with a frown when she saw that you were already dressed and were about to head out.

without missing a beat, you replied in a dry tone “I’m not hungry,” before walking out of your apartment, again no kiss on her cheek or a goodbye. leaving her standing in the dining room alone, dumbstruck.

she thought you’d snap out of it soon but it only got worse when two days had passed and you still haven’t exchanged at least three sentences with her.

it was just the occasional ‘no’ ‘I’m fine’ and ‘nothing’s wrong’ even though you hadn’t been talking to her through dinners and had your back turned to her when you slept. no cuddling, no kissing, just pure silence.

sevika thought she was about to go crazy.

usually, she wouldn’t give in to this kind of pettiness but there’s only so much of you withholding affection from her that she could take before it started affecting her.

she didn’t even know what she did wrong but if she had to take a guess it was probably when she didn’t let you go out to meet your friends. but come on, really? she was just looking out for you.

but of course, she had to set her pride aside, and so without you expecting it, she cornered you while you were rummaging the fridge trying to find something to eat - not noticing her broad figure looming close behind.

you jumped when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around you “what the-“ you begun wiggling out of her hold “sevika, what are you-“

you were silenced when sevika nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck and only tightened her hold on your waist.

“can you please stop ignoring me? I’m sorry, okay? whatever it is I did, I’m sorry.”

it took you a second to process her words but when you did, you just rolled your eyes “you don’t even know what it is that you’re apologizing for.”

“is it because I didn’t let you go out to meet your friends the other night? I’m sorry but I just didn’t want you to go out while it was late. you know I’d never boss you around-“

“sev, it’s not that.” you sighed “it’s about the comment you said afterwards. about me acting like a child?”

she was quiet and you shook your head “it was such a shitty thing to say. I could’ve understood where you were coming from but you know how I hate it when people talk down on me and you’re the last person I expected that from.”

a pang of of guilt shot right through her chest when she realized her mistake, because you were right. perhaps she should’ve been more careful with how she phrased her words because no matter how much you two disagree on certain things, her intention is never to hurt you.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” she placed a soft kiss on your shoulder “you’re right. it’s my fault. I was a dick. maybe it’s because I was stressed but that still isn’t a good reason to have talked to you like that.”

you were about to make a snarky remark when out of nowhere, sevika dropped to her knees in front of you and pulled you forward by your hips. looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes and it was like all your self restraint flew right out the window because here she was, your big strong intimidating girlfriend who’s feared by many, acting needy and desperate for your forgiveness.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, just please stop with the silent treatment.” she said, lifting your shirt up to kiss your tummy and you let out a shuddering breath “please baby, I’m sorry. really I am.”

you bit your lip, taking her jaw in your hand as you examined her face “who would’ve thought you’d be the type to beg?”

she looked down sheepishly and you couldn’t help but laugh, amused.

“but fine,” you said, leaning down to kiss her and you made sure to slip your tongue in, making her groan because this was the first time in three days that you gave her any sort of physical affection.

so she didn’t stop not until you two found it hard to breathe.

you smirked “since you asked so nicely after all.”

[thebastardscull]

What are some headcannons you have for Sevika?

I think she smells REALLY good. Not overbearing, but whenever you’re standing maybe a foot or so away from her you can smell the cinnamon, sandalwood, incense, and ylang ylang scented perfume oil she puts on after her shower (and she matches her perfumes to her shampoo/body wash so it lasts through the day)- she smells like cigarettes a little bit but it works for her.

She snorts when she laughs!! Like a full body, clutching her stomach laugh— she’s snorting like crazy when she tries to take a breath, probably tears up a little too.

In a modern setting, she’d definitely be a mechanic, or work in some sort of blue collar field where she can work with her hands and with tools. From what was shown in season 1, it’s safe to assume that she does maintenance on her prosthetic. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one who put the sword attachment in.

Sevi baby looooves getting flowers. She hangs them up by her windows to dry them and smiles like a sap whenever you gift them to her. She’ll even frame some of them in shadow boxes, and there’s a whole section of her bedroom wall that’s dedicated to the flowers you’ve given her over time.

While her lip piercing is new, I don’t think it’s the only one she’s gotten (or has). I think she’s the type to get a piercing, wear it for a few years, then retire it when she gets bored. She definitely has her nipples pierced and took it like a champ (she nearly passed out), I could see her with nose and eyebrow piercings, and definitely a lot of ear piercings!

She’s very book smart, on top of being street smart. I don’t think there would have been many schools in Zaun, but she would read whatever books she could get her hands on as a kid. History, math, science, even art.

Speaking of! I think she’d be a very good artist. Not a DaVinci, but she carries around a little sketchbook and pencil with her and sketches when she has the time. The paper is littered with the animals that live in Zaun and the skyline of the underground.. Some drawings of her coworkers, a few of Silco and Jinx, even one or two of Isha during the little time they had together.

Awful, terrible full body pain. Baby girl got blown up and I never see anyone talking about how that probably affects her years later. She saves face while she’s out running errands for Silco, but the moment she gets home, she’s collapsed on the bed with whatever she can use to ease the aches and pain.

The poncho she wears is actually an old blanket from childhood that she sewed herself. She loved it too much to let it go.

[madewithsilk]

— ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

synopsis; outlaw cowboy sevika takes a detour and ends up lost at night with nowhere to stay. stumbling over to your house, she hopes it's not an old husband with a rifle and luckily, it's not.

pairing; outlaw cowboy sevika x widow farm-girl reader

cw; age gap, inexperienced (w/ women) reader, experienced sevika, sub!reader, dom!sevika, oral (r!receiving), tribbing

The sun blared down relentlessly on the farm, a scorching sunset that felt more suited to the height of summer than the gentle welcome of spring. The air shimmered with heat and humidity, and the horses stood restlessly, needing constant relief, their flanks fanned with hastily created gusts and cool buckets of water at the ready, providing brief moments of respite from the sweltering heat. It was that time of year again when the pace quickened and the workload surged, a stark reminder of the solitude that had settled over the farm. You shouldered the immense responsibility alone, grappling with the demands of each day, marking the second year since your husband had passed. Yet, the absence was not necessarily what left you scarred, but the loneliness.

As Sevika’s horse trotted along the parched dirt path, it kicked up a swirling cloud of dust that danced in the golden light of the setting sun. The outlines of a quaint village began to emerge, revealing a tapestry of little houses nestled amid patches of vibrant green grass and fields dotted with diligent farmers. The warm hues of dusk cast long shadows, and Sevika squinted against the sun's glare, readjusting her wide-brimmed hat to shield her eyes. Her sense of direction wavered, adding a hint of uncertainty to her journey as she moved toward a barn.

The sundress draped over your boots, its delicate fabric gathering at the hem as you hiked it up to avoid the mud that threatened to cling to the ruffles at the bottom. Your hand shielded your features from the harsh sun, refilling the buckets of water constantly at the horse's disposal. Once the job was done, you rushed towards the steps into your home. Sitting on one of the steps, you removed your boots with grace and kept them on the stairs before wandering into your house.

Sevika had no choice but to ask for hospitality from a stranger. Her best bet was to find someone's wife on a good day instead of an old man with a rifle and in the know about her crimes. It was unlikely such a situation would conclude in her demise, but rather another dilemma to cover up. A clueless woman she could butter up with a charming gaze and the seducing threat of her strap carried on her hip.

Sevika dismounted from her horse, the leather saddle creaking softly as she slid to the ground. With a practiced motion, she looped the reins around a sturdy post. As she strolled toward the imposing wooden doors of the largest barn, her hat threatened to slip from her head, catching the afternoon breeze. She ascended the worn steps, her boots clicking evenly against the weathered wood, and caught sight of a pair of feminine boots resting by the entrance. With a mix of curiosity and caution, she lifted her hand, her knuckles rapping sharply against the door, her expression unyielding just in case.

Your eyes shot open at the thudding coming from your front door, putting down the heavy load of laundry with a lavender aroma to go towards your lock. Your hands trembled as you twisted the lock, reminding yourself of where your late husband's gun was. With a swift motion, the door creaked open to reveal the intimidating and broad figure of a woman with a familiar face. Your lips parted in an O shape, scars painted through out Sevika’s arms and the holster around her hips. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the bulging muscles and mean expression, words stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Sevika’s jaw unclenched at the pure sight of a tender woman, floral pattern sundress reaching down to her toes. Sevika palmed the hat, removing it out of manners and respect. Her expression now turned sickeningly sweet, a smirk plastered across her lips. “Good day, ma’am.” Sevika spoke with a bourbon-smooth voice. Your hands formed into fists around the fabric of your dress, unsure of what this woman wanted. “Please.. I'm not old enough for such a title,” You joked in response, a humorless chuckle leaving your mouth.

Sevika winked, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. “Well, me and my horse are unfortunately a lost cause. Been on my travels and it seems I took the wrong turn.” She shifted to the side, allowing you the sight of a nearly dehydrated horse. Pity overwhelmed you, a pout gracing your face. Animals always were your soft spot. “Oh goodness, that's terrible,” Even now with the information given to you, it confirmed your suspicions. This woman had a large bounty on her head, her face established in every newspaper. But Lord, how could you deny the willing and attractive face, especially in times of loneliness?

“Do you think I could spend the night here, miss?” Sevika’s voice carries a subtle urgency, a plea veiled in the softness of her words. You pause, biting your glossy bottom lip as a swirl of thoughts dances through your mind. She’s not just armed with a weapon; there’s a strength about her that draws you in, making the prospect of her company seem less daunting.

With a gentle nod, you agree, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected invitation. You swiftly maneuver your boots back onto your feet, readying yourself to tend to the horse. A sigh of relief escapes Sevika, though behind her calm demeanor lurks a myriad of unanswered questions about your innocence.

Following your lead, she grasps the rope with a firm yet careful grip, guiding the horse alongside you. The air is thick with the earthy scent of the stable as you move in harmonious silence, your hands deftly lifting the hem of your dress to prepare food and water. You attend to the animals with polish, filling separate buckets with food and water.

It wasn't long before you both headed inside, Sevika removing her boots outside your home and hanging the hat up on a rack. Your home was picturesque and tidy, with no physical stench of a husband or a man left behind. You stood behind the counter of your kitchen, holding a damp rag in nervousness. “I'm sure you must be parched,” You broke the silence, gazing up at Sevika. She cocks a brow at your fidgety behavior but thinks nothing of it, nodding and leaning against your counter. “Is iced tea to your liking?” You mumble and Sevika nods once again.

You got to work, the citrus scent and taste of iced tea beginning to fill the crevices of your home, the laundry completely forgotten as your mind was fixed on the woman. You kept your gaze averted, squeezing the lemons, and then stuttering out a question. “Will you continue to flaunt the harness around your hips or would you prefer a place to store them?” Sevika chuckles at how observing you were, the sound of metal clacking at bay while she lays it on the counter. “I'm sure you're curious,“ She daunts. You giggle sweetly and pour two glasses for you and the older woman. “There is quite much to be curious about.” You state as the icy beverage slips down your dry throat. “Yeah, likewise.” She hums out and mimics your gestures.

“You can ask away, Sevika.” You slip up, her name stumbling off your tongue with such ease. You could only possibly know from the name in bold on every daily newspaper. Your fingers crossed anxiously hoping she didn't catch that. All Sevika did was raise a brow, noticeably troubled. She shrugs it off, walking closer to you and strumming a hand on your waist. “You're not married.” She stated, her hand grazing over yours, fingers tracing the spot on where a ring was supposed to be.

You jerked your hand away, “He passed.” She hurls at the words, hand moving towards your face. Your solitude left you in an utmost desperate and pathetic state, leaning into her touch. She hid her resentment as she spoke, “Pity,” Her hands tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, keeping eye contact with you as your lashes fluttered at her. “You shoulder the responsibility of both man and woman.” Sevika pities, nearly coming into your ear. You shake your head thoughtlessly.

Sevika observed the way you shuddered, each subtle twitch betraying the vulnerability you felt whenever her hands brushed your skin. You were inexperienced in the realm of intimacy with women, particularly with someone as seasoned and older as she was, whose presence both intrigued and intimidated you. Each gentle touch sent ripples of uncertainty through you, awakening sensations you had never encountered before. Her past of crime alongside the thoughts that worried you clouded your mind. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She mumbled, her lips hovering over your ear and cheek, leaving you breathless. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

You shake your head, observing how she pressed her body flush against yours with no care. “Have you?” Your little whisper of intrigue made Sevika chuckle, ghosting kisses down your neck. You felt dirty and guilty for making such a mockery of your late husband. So close to making love in his own home. You simply wanted to be kind and shelter a woman for a day or two. “Oh, darling.” She humored you, tongue soaking the sides of your jawline, eyebrows knitting together. “I've had many— younger, older, meaner.” Her laundry list could potentially go on. “I don't think any have been as sweet as you, could bite into you and it’d be pure sugarcane.” Her teasing seemed like mocking yet she truly meant most of it. Nonetheless, he enjoyed your little gasps.

Your lips hovered just inches apart, poised for connection, yet she could see the reluctance flickering in your eyes, a hint of shame casting a shadow over the moment. It was a feeling she didn’t want to linger. With a soft sigh, Sevika stepped back, arching an eyebrow as she distanced herself from the counter. "Is there anywhere I can freshen up? The sun has set below the horizon; it feels like it’s finally time for some rest," she remarked, her tone blending curiosity with a hint of playfulness.

You break out of the trance, guiding her softly toward the bathroom. As she navigates the living room, her gaze catches on the open newspaper sprawled across the coffee table, featuring a prominent image of her face that commands attention. A small laugh escapes her lips, and she quickens her pace to follow after you, a spark of entertainment in her eyes. It seems you held less unknowingness than she initially thought.

Her shower lasted 20 minutes, granting you a rare moment of silence to collect yourself. You took the time to light candles scattered throughout your home, their warm flickering flames casting a soft, ambient glow that filled the space with clarity. Leaning back on the sofa with cozy, off-white blankets, you folded the freshly washed clothes, the fabric soft and fragrant, as you savored the comforting atmosphere that surrounded you. You could hardly focus on the repetitive movements, leg bouncing with anticipation for her to hurry out. As the water began to drain, avid footsteps on the wooden clad floor making herself known.

The light presented her with a more in-depth portrayal than simple sunlight, a black, cropped wife-pleaser decorating her expansive shoulders and back, the lack of a bra letting you stare at her hardened nipples. You tried to avoid that, staring down towards her mid-rise pants that exposed the trail of hair leading up towards her navel. A throaty whimper escaped you, crossing your legs scandalously. “Am I sleeping on a couch or a bed? Anything of the sort is fine,” Sevika was consciously avoiding the elephant in the room, her previous suggestive touch. You cleared your throat, eyeing her face instead which had damp, face-framing strands of hair covering some features.

“You could take the guest room,” You mumbled, pinching the flame in the living room and walking toward the end of the hallway. An untouched room was opened, perfectly set up for any potential or unwarranted guests. She towered over you when beside you, leaning against the doorframe while observing the spare room. She walks in, hand flat on the cotton sheets. You let out a long breath while turning around.

Your steps were interrupted by Sevika’s voice and arm reaching out for you. Her larger hand on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps trailing up your body. “Yes?” You whispered, the crack in your voice betraying your attempted indifference. “Tell me,” Sevika began, turning you completely around while shutting the door with her heel. She could smell the fear from you. “How did you know my name? Why didn't you fear the guns I carried?” Sevika knew the answer to all of this, she enjoyed the way you scurried for excuses. Yet, you fell silent.

Her laugh echoed, holding you against her and guiding your figure towards the bed. “You act so unassuming, nearly fooled me, dollface.” You whined, hands already flooding towards her and groping the parts you wished to touch. She had caught you, there was no purpose in hiding your core emotions. “You knew who I was, what I’m guilty of.” She murmured against your virgin neck, finally nibbling on it while she pushed you down on the bed and straddled your hips.

“Answer me this, dear,” She started up, kissing your neck and cheek while squeezing your sensitive tits. You had already lost all will of resistance, arms circling her neck and legs wrapped around her torso. “Did you just want me to fuck you?” Her vulgarity took you by surprise, pulling your head away and staring into her eyes. Something about how unapologetic she was made you want to be the same back. “Ye-yea.” Sevika shook her head and forcefully came to your clothes, working them off of your frame.

You both end up completely nude, your sopping cunt begging for some friction. You had no clue how to do this nor how to pleasure her, you were squeamish, stuttering while asking for instructions. “Woman, relax.” She huffed out, pushing you onto your back and kissing down to your pussy. “Just let me take care of everything.” You were holding your breath till her tongue came down flat on your sensitive cunt, an exhaled moan shakily leaving you. She latched onto your clit, suckling on it till your hands tugged at her hair.

Her fervor when pumping her tongue inside of your entrance had your back arching off the mattress, squirming away from her touch. “Don’t run, doll,” She said muffled, holding you down with a firm arm as you babble softly. “Think— think i’m, ngh-” She chuckles as you clench around her tongue, pulling away and not giving you enough relief to suffice for an orgasm. Your whimpers increased, tugging harsher on her hair to try and bring her back but failing. “So damn spoiled. Be patient.”

You nodded with built-up patience, watching her hover above you. She manhandled your legs, forcing them into an easier access position. Your pretty cunt was on display, perfect for her to grind against. It wasn't too long of staring before she placed her own pussy against yours. Your clit catches on hers, her much larger one fucking against yours. You couldn't resist the relentless babbles, eyes rolling back in immense pleasure.

Your own clit wasn't as large as hers, it caught you by surprise. Your hand shot up to her hips, trying to guide her to right spots but she seemingly knew more than you. Her palms used your tits as leverage, fucking against your frantically. “Sev’, goddd, can’t take it!” you ramble, head thrown back along with your eyes going completely white. The ego boost from how sensitive you were was so good, forcing her to groan and keep rubbing her sensitive and swollen pussy quicker against yours. “Dirty girl, been begging for this relief huh?” She mocked.

She reached her lips down against yours and finally kissed you, slipping her tongue past your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, lips eventually giving out as her wet cunt dripped onto yours harshly. “Fucking husband– shittt— o-of yours couldn't make you cum this hard,” She boasted, reducing you to tears and moans.

The room had a stench of sex and sweat, nasty squelching and wet noises bouncing off the walls. A knot formed in both of your tummies, her hips stuttering against yours as she neared her orgasm. Her cum was creamy, dripping down onto your asshole. You followed quickly after, scratching at her back with your manicured nails as the orgasm crashed into you. “Just love knowing you’re fucking someone who could blow your head off, babygirl?” You whimpered and nodded, humping her and rutting up against her. She kissed your forehead, beads of sweat forcing your hair to stick to it.

“Sweet girl,” Sevika grumbled and kisses down your neck, not disconnecting her cunt from yours yet as you held her closer. The rest of the night was spent among giggles and cleaning up, limbs tangled as the moonlight seeped through the sheer curtains. You were unsure if you'd ever see her again for months going on by, she was an outlaw, you were well aware. Regardless, she promised to write you before mounting her horse again early in the morning.