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[unholywench]

I've been struggling to finish what's in my drafts so have some barely edited domestic fluff <3

The sound of the door slamming shut pulled you out of the pages that were previously occupying your attention, the heavy footsteps that followed indicating your wife’s presence drawing closer to you as a smile grew on your face. You attempted to act like you were still invested as your eyes scanned the page for where you had previously left off, something explicit involving the protagonist and her soon to be girlfriend. The weight of the couch shifted beneath you as she took up the majority of the comfort the cushions provided, you made adjustments as necessary, invading her personal space and settling back against her in retaliation. She made a better seat anyway.

“Is this the one with the half dragon barbarian? I thought you finished it by now.” Her flesh hand trailed down to rest against your thigh as she pressed her mouth to the skin of your shoulder, dark lips curling into a smile at the pleased hum the gentle affection drew from you.

You took a moment to savor the kisses being trailed along your neck before giving her a breathy response, “Sort of, I wanted to go back a bit to make sure I fully absorbed…everything.” That wasn’t a complete lie but as interesting as the details in this particular chapter were they only made it harder to wade through the time it took for Sevika to return home. How fortunate that she was here now.

She tilted the book into her line of view, brows furrowed as she sifted through the paragraphs, paying you no mind as you attempted to hold back your mischievous grin. “Hm, I don’t know babygirl, I don’t see what there is to absorb here. Is the magically advanced strap-on supposed to be important?” Before you could conjure up an answer the book was snatched from your grasp and thrown elsewhere, not that you really minded. Unless she damaged the spine, then maybe you’d have something to complain about.

Shifting around in her lap to face her you grabbed at her chin, “I never thought you’d resort to throwing things, how truly menacing of you.” The scowl from your babying did nothing to stop you from toying with her cheeks and you could only giggle at her signature “scary” face, something that would send anyone else in Zaun running. For you it didn’t draw anything but adoration and love for the softie behind it. That and occasional horniness.

“Can I at least have a smoke if you’re going to be a pain in the ass?” She grumbled, baring her teeth like an irritated cat when you switched to peppering the nose you loved so much with kisses.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck.You.”

There was a pang of silence and then- “Honey, that’s two words.” You knew you were in for it now but hey, getting pinned to the couch wasn’t really that much of a punishment.

She had your arms above your head in a flash, the weight of her body nearly close enough to crush you while she waited for your laughter to subside. “If I murder you one day I’m blaming it on how insufferable you are, you and your overly descriptive porn books.” Her grip loosened at the unattractive snort that drew out of you, causing her further annoyance as she had to sit through another small fit of laughter. She did at least indulge you by letting your hands wander when you came to.

One of which moved up to brush the messy strands of hair away from her face, your smile softening as you watched her lean into the touch. “You love me.”

She rolled her eyes at you in response but made no effort to hide the corner of her mouth turning upward, “Unfortunately.”

[unholywench]

Halloween With Sevika

(I am fully aware that it's August, it's Halloween to me already)

-Sevika probably didn’t have the chance to properly appreciate most holidays growing up (if given the chance to at all) so when you came barreling into your shared apartment with fake cobwebs and enough candy to kill a small child she wasn’t exactly enthused. You listed off all that you could think of when it came to getting in the spirit of the season, special themed treats, fun outfits, eating from a gigantic bag of candy while you marathoned classic horror films, etc. 

Most of her attention was focused on the compartments in her arm, the periodic whirring and clicking barely managing to drown out your incessant rambling on how much fun this time of the year could be, it wasn’t until she was twirling the tool between her fingers in an attempt to make herself look busy that you picked up on the fact she wasn’t listening.

“Could we at least try a few things? If you don’t like any of it I’ll drop it but give it a chance?” You took her hand to emphasize your point, climbing into her lap and giving her the best pouty face you could manage. “For me?” 

At first you thought the long and exaggerated groan meant that it was gonna be a stern "No." but your hope returned as she set her tools off to the side. “Fine.” She didn’t have the opportunity to regret her decision as you smothered her with your appreciation, you were certain you could come up with at least one thing she’d enjoy.

-Decorating with Sevika in any capacity would prove to be a very difficult task but with fake blood, organs, and spiders? It would be a whole other level of complicated. She would put that shit in the most annoying areas possible. There would be fake brains in the fridge, random semi-realistic spiders planted under folded clothes and in the laundry basket, probably even in the toilet if she’s willing to accept sleeping on the couch for a night or two. You’d make an effort to show her all the cute little bats and ghosts you bought to put up together and she’d be casually drawing dicks on the wall with the fake blood. Forget trying to remind her she’ll be the one cleaning it up too because you’d already be covered in bloody hand prints.

-The only enjoyment she would get out of pumpkin carving is knowing that it involves a knife, at least until the idea to chuck pumpkin guts at you pops into her head. You would be so in the zone trying to perfect your design you wouldn’t realize she was up to anything until she asked to show you her carving and all of a sudden there’s orange goop on your tank top. It would essentially end up being the grossest version of a snowball fight imaginable and Sev would definitely shove some down your shirt at some point. Don’t worry though she gets a handful down her shorts so it’s even. You’d spend the rest of the evening mildly annoyed as you clean each other up. 

“I could’ve baked those seeds if you hadn’t decided to be an ass.” You were still frantically trying to get the guts out her hair, it was truly shocking that you were still finding remnants after what had felt like hours of scrubbing and plucking. 

Sevika was still pretty sour about your attempt at playing dirty, in the eyes was fair game but below the belt was just too far. “You didn’t have to pick pumpkin out of your pubes, you don’t get sympathy.”  (I’d say I’m sorry but truthfully I'm not)

“Oh my god, Sev, there was barely anything there-”

-Horror movies would be more like watching comedies than anything else, she’d be calling out the inaccuracies of injuries and making bets with you over candy corn for who she thinks will die first. If you’re easily spooked she’ll lay it on extra thick with the mockery in an attempt to make you feel less on edge while you’re curled into her side. If that doesn’t work she’ll do her best to keep you distracted and hope that you don’t mind periodic screams of bloody murder while she’s on top of you. It would take a decent amount of convincing to get her to watch anything along the lines of Hocus Pocus or Scooby Doo but seeing how content and cozy you look as you munch on your candy and attempt to play off your sleepiness makes her wanna hold you closer.

(Also she would leave them playing when you doze off because she secretly enjoys them-)

-She would definitely have an elaborate prank planned on the night before Halloween and you’d be none the wiser, if anything you’d double check the bathroom for fake insects. She wanted to genuinely scare the daylights out of you and get away with it because it was in the spirit of the season and she knew you wouldn’t tell her off for that reason alone. You both did at least fifteen laps around the apartment before you realized it was her, cornered and pinned to the wall with her signature blade inches away from your face. She was fully convinced that her prank had been a triumphant success until she saw that familiar look in your eye, your breath heavy as you panted beneath her and she erupted into a fit of chuckles.

You averted your gaze as you felt heat bloom all the way to the tips of your ears, it wasn’t entirely your fault, Sevika had a tendency to bring out new sides of you. She already knew you found her attractive when she was angry, this was only minimally different.

The blade was retracted and replaced with her metal hand beside your face, she hadn’t even considered the fact that you’d react in that particular way. She was still very pleased with the results regardless. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me-”

“You look hot when you’re murderous, you can’t blame me…”

-Getting her into a costume could go one of two ways. It’s a costume not too far out of her style or something she deems as cool enough to wear and she won’t mind putting it on at all or you’d have to get creative for her to even consider getting into one with a tail and ears. Halloween night you let her dress up as whatever she likes but when you have the opportunity to go costume shopping beforehand you’re grabbing nearly everything in sight. You shuffle through a few of the sillier ones you grabbed in the beginning to make her laugh, she had an absolute hay day watching you try to walk around in the inflatable dinosaur. You were convinced she tripped you on purpose just to get more enjoyment out of watching you struggle. When the attempts at using the claim as leverage didn’t work you brought out the more scandalous outfits. The costume ended up destroyed and you were incredibly sore but the icing on the cake was that you got to have Dino Sevika saved in your camera roll for all of eternity. 

[unholywench]

Tattoo Artist Sevika x Reader

The pitiful whimper that escaped you had Sevika’s eyes darting up to meet yours, the needles probing at the sensitive skin of your abdomen being the least of your worries as those pretty gray eyes bore into your soul. This certainly wasn’t your first rodeo with her but you were starting to regret not taking the pain scale talk from her seriously. She shook her head fondly as her attention returned to the piece, that irritatingly attractive smirk on her face as she teased you.

“What were your words again? I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She was close enough that you could feel her breath when she chuckled, you appreciated the dedication to perfecting her line work but her close proximity could make it very difficult to keep your composure at times.

The mocking of your voice prompted a grumble from you, you were tempted to send a death glare her way but she was already in focus mode. “It’s a wonder I keep booking appointments with you, are you like this with everybody you ink?” 

She seemed to ponder the question seriously for a moment, adjusting her position so she could aid you in keeping still when it was needed, “Only in the sense of my style being consistent, most people prefer silence over bickering with the person holding the needle. Now, shut up and bare with me here it’s probably gonna get worse.” Her large hand was pressed against your hip to keep you steady, thumb brushing against the fabric of your shorts to console you when she caught the sound of your breath hitching.

“I know, I know, just try and relax sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

How the hell did she expect you to relax when she was talking to you like that? Admittedly, it may have been a solid reason as to why you kept crawling back to her, her honeyed praises sticking with you until she could fill your brain with new ones upon your next meeting, it was unfair how her voice could stay in your head for so long. Among other things. You loved her work as well obviously but an incredibly attractive woman coddling you while she used your body as a canvas? You wouldn't be caught complaining.

The first time you were getting a piece done by her you were so worked up by the praising and pet names you thought you were gonna pass out, she attributed it to the fact that it might have been something you took within the time frame of your appointment and to spare yourself of the embarrassment you went along with it. 

“If you keep sucking in air like that you’re gonna black out on me hun.” You hadn’t even realized she stopped until her voice broke through the fog in your brain, you knew she was definitely enjoying the view as heat bloomed across your face, so much for not embarrassing yourself. She watched you carefully as you attempted to focus on your breathing, waiting until your breaths were less ragged before allowing the needle to make contact with your skin again. “That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths for me doll, such a good girl”

Between the stinging pain across your abdomen and the way her whispered praises echoed in your fuzzy brain, keeping it together was proving to be very difficult. By the time her hand had traveled to rest partially on your lower stomach you accepted the fact that you might just die then and there. The pain eventually dulled to something more manageable as she worked her way down, the hum of the machine completely tuned out with your pulse pounding in your ears. Sevika had seemed to pick up on your lack of coherency, drawing your gaze back to meet hers with a sharp whistle every time she thought you were drifting off on her. 

“Stay with me angel, you’ve been taking it so well. No need to fall short on me now.” 

Your poor brain was so overwhelmed you didn’t even comprehend that you were speaking out loud. What came out sounded more like a moan than anything else, “Fuck me.”

The wires in your brain were apparently functional after all, the hearty chuckles coming from the woman working on you dragging you out of your haze as your eyes widened in shock, you didn’t even know where to begin with apologizing. You were opening and closing your mouth, producing nothing but incomplete sentences,“Sevika I-, I swear I didn’t mean to, jesus fucking christ..” 

She wasn’t deterred by your babbling, at least she didn’t appear to be, if anything she seemed oddly pleased. Her voice interrupted your train of thought again, stopping you from planning a spontaneous escape route due to your humiliation. “Look, if you keep making noises like that every time you see me I think I’m gonna have to start paying you.” As always she was patient with you, staying quiet as you put two and two together, finally working up the courage to say something when you could prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Have you been flirting with me this whole time?” 

“No, I just so happen to call all of my clients good girls.”

In your defense, imagining Sevika praising a long-bearded biker for how well they were doing was very amusing. 

Note : Have I ever gotten a tattoo? Nope. Still gonna write about it though cause imagining Sevika with them makes my ussy do back flips

[unholywench]

Gaming With Sevika

Note : Apologies in advance with the quality, I'm fairly new to this.

-To anybody that thinks she would be a boomer with technology, you are highly mistaken, she would have so much fun with it. (aside from maybe typing with one finger on her phone, you'd constantly mock her about it but in reality it’s just because her hands are so damn big) Probably knows how to set up a pc and would definitely buy one for you so you can play more games together. (Thinking about having individual setups in the same room that are astoundingly different makes me smile) If you have toys or figures on your desk she’d say they’re stupid to your face but end up fiddling with them when she thinks you aren’t around.

-She’d love any game involving violence or shooting things, if it isn’t supposed to be cathartic why is it so fun? I have a feeling she’d love RDR2 (totally not biased or anything cause I never stop playing it-) She’d enjoy online even more though because I have no doubt she’d be a god at pvp. You were cuddled up in her lap one day watching her mow down players with minimal effort and since then you never go on without dragging her along with you. She’d definitely cuss out characters she hates in story mode, messing up missions just so she can relish in the feeling of offing them for a minute or so. Sevika would name her horse something horrendous like “DumFuc” or “AsWipe” only to treat it like a goddamn saint, tending to it better than her actual character. (This could be said for all in game pets, there’s so many dogs in story mode and she’d pet every single one of them)

-Playing anything online with her automatically makes your experience 100x better, she has a way of dealing with people that you could never top and it��s both rewarding and endearing to watch her deplete men’s egos into the negatives. (Also, the stern tone of voice used when she's genuinely pissed off sets something off between your legs-) She helps you feel confident enough to leave your mic on and she loves hearing your reactions to things that excite you or make you squeal. She doesn't want anyone to deter her from listening to them. (As someone who is constantly muted I long for the day when I can say one word without getting bombarded by stupid)

-She’ll call you a multitude of insults when you slip up or mess around in game too much, you take it as permission to be even more of a dumbass so you can keep getting reactions out of her. The moment anyone else has something to say about your antics though? She’ll kill them on sight regardless of if they’re on the same side or not. She’ll shower you with praise throughout the rest of the time you spend playing, acting like you defeated the ender dragon for her if you bring her a dead shrub or a chicken on a lead.

-On that note, Sevika and Minecraft? Astounding. If you’re more of a builder then she’ll be working her ass off in the caves as you scream about roof alignment and how the path to the house is wonky. (The cave noises scare the shit out of me but nothing gets me more worked up then when I keep fucking up the building layout) She’ll bring you over three stacks of iron like it was nothing and then immediately make fun of your interior design. She knows that she wouldn’t be able to make anything more than a cube house so she actually finds your creativity impressive but she’s gonna give you shit anyway.

“Sev, I’ve changed the carpet like fifteen times now. If you don’t give me a direct answer on how to make the bedroom more appropriate to your refined taste I’m going to throw Glamrock Freddy at you again.” There’s a beat of silence on her end and then she asks for all you have in your inventory, making you step aside as she puts together a pattern so ugly you thought she installed some sort of wacky mod without your knowledge. You can hear the smirk in her voice as she finishes it off, stepping back to analyze it with you.

“How about that? Who knew gravel made such a good centerpiece.” She’s fucking with you, no one in their right mind would leave raised carpet as an intentional detail, not to mention the use of random blocks. “If you hadn’t made me a full set of diamond armor three minutes ago I’d set it on fire.” You roll your eyes as she starts up the dramatics, reorganizing your inventory as she whines about how you don't appreciate her genius or how she's been slaving away in the mines for you. Despite your implied hatred, the monstrosity of a decoration stays put for quite a while.