#sevika fluff
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PART 2 - BOXER AU
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After it had all died down, you found yourself alone finally with Sevika. She sat down on the metal bench in the middle of the locker room, and you joined her, sitting on her lap as you quietly inspected her cuts and bruises on her face.
“I can’t believe he got you this good.” You mumbled as you wiped away the fresh blood with a warm and damp washcloth.
“Yeah, me too.” She husked, although her tone seemed as though she was focused on something entirely different from the conversation you had started.
You smiled, biting the plump of your lip each time she tried fighting back a wince every time you’d hit a deep cut. Your thumbs rubbed against her cheeks as your eyes stayed absorbed on each other. Your close proximity allowed you to hear the rapid beating of her heart, paired with her sudden deepening breaths. You looked at her from beneath furrowed eyebrows, trying to read her clearly unrested mind.
Like she knew you were looking for an answer, her hand hooked onto the joining straps of your dress, the other gliding up and down your waist.
“I couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you.” She whispered, “Everyday I was away from home, I would only think about you.”
You tucked your bottom lip entirely between your teeth, biting back an even bigger smile than what was already plastered on your face.
“What were you thinking about?” You hummed, your hands cupping around her neck as you rested your forehead against hers, feeling dampness from the sweat and blood on her face.
“Was thinking about holding you, loving you,” she husked, “fuckin’ you silly.”
Your heart skipped a beat, travelling to your member as you felt her hips buck up into you, causing your dress to ride up just a little, the slit sitting even more dangerously high on your thigh.
Her fingers that toyed with your straps rose to your plump lips, her thumb grazing against your bottom.
“Fuck, you look so good right now.” She growled, immediately pulling you into a raunchy kiss, her tongue forcing its way between your lips as she explored your mouth like it was the last thing she would do.
You moaned into the kiss, your body rocking into her front. She broke the kiss as she looked at you from beneath lowered eyelids, her breaths deep and sparse.
“How bout you let me make up for all the days you’ve missed me?” She said, her hands already wandering your body, fingertips curling as they curved into the dip between your thighs through the slit in your dress.
“I dunno, Sevi, you’re all roughed up from that fight, maybe we should take it easy tonight.” You said as you straddled her, her knee ever so slightly bouncing up against your clothed clit, making your concerns sound less serious than they were as you poorly attempted to muffle a whine.
“Baby, listen,” she muttered, her forehead flush against yours, “this shimmer is runnin’ through me like a goddamn viagra, so, either I fuck the shit out of you right here, or I tear apart this locker room.”
You bit your lip, biting back a smile,
“Oh well, we can’t have that can we?” You whisper in her ear as you begin to nip at her earlobe.
She pulls your body in close to hers, bucking her hips up purposefully to rile you further. You groaned into her ear, only egging her on further as she took your sarcastic retort as a go ahead, picking you up like you weighed nothing as she laid you out against the warmed bench.
She wasted no time as she began running her hands up the length of your thighs, bending down as her lips placed chaste kisses on their way up.
“Oh my god- I’ve missed you so- much.” She mumbled through shallow breaths in between kisses.
You couldn’t help a giggle at the complete adoration she showered you with, feeling like you were young again and fucking her for the first time.
Her fingers stroked along your barely clothed member, your thong leaving little to imagination as her fingers quickly became coated in your juices.
“Damn, baby, you’re so wet for me.” She almost groaned, pressed her slick covered fingers to her lips as she licked them, her eyes still vibrant in their right as she watched your reactions.
Your eyelids fluttered shut, the sight almost being enough to send you reeling, but the sudden sharp feeling of her hand groping your sensitive breasts had your eyes shooting open again as you wriggled under her sinful gaze.
“You’re not gonna wanna miss any of this, baby girl.” She chuckled, standing up to her full height as she began pulling her dirtied tank and sports bra off, letting her breasts slip out and sit pretty against her toned abdomen.
“Fuck, sev.” An impish smile found itself on your face as you beheld the god given sight. She always knew you were obsessed with her body, oftentimes comparing her to the Greek gods with her always trumping them all.
Always.
Your hand mindlessly found its way between your thighs as you watched her chest rise and fall, the sweat glistening underneath the warm, overhead locker room lighting. You began drawing circles against your clit, your back arching as you noticed that all too familiar sadist smile finding its way across her face.
You expected her to stop you, but she let you please yourself as you watched her, her eyes never once looking at the wilder and faster circles you were rubbing against your clit. You whimpered, wanting nothing more than her to snatch your hand away, replacing them with her own skillful ones.
“Keep going for me, I wanna see you cum just by looking at me.” She grumbled, feeling a heat rise in her own cunt as she watched you writhe, your legs barely holding themselves up as they fell limp on either side of the bench you laid on.
“Please, Sev, I need you so bad!” You cried, your wrists burning up as you moaned through the smaller waves of an oncoming tsunami.
“I can see that, love.” She chuckled deeply, her hands resting against the waistband on her bottoms, thumbs toying with your feelings as they teased and pulled on her shorts, revealing just an inch of the dark hairs on her pussy.
“Fuck!” You groaned, another wave of pleasure going through you again, you felt your eyes pool with warm tears, a big part of you not wanting to make yourself cum when she was standing right fucking there.
But her frame, the way she stared at you like you were the only woman in the world she desired, her deep chuckles, the pet names she gave you…
You felt your cunt twist and coil as your hole tightened around your fingers, forcing you to curl the tips of your fingers, hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle.
“Sev, please, please, I don’t wann- come without you!” You spluttered out in a moment, feeling the peak approaching ever fast.
Her eyes finally snapped down to your sopping cooch, her eyes dilating impossibly so as her hand came flying out to your hand, stopping you dead in your tracks, leaving your pussy throbbing around your fingers.
She moved her hand off your wrist, immediately pressing her thumb to your clit, stroking it slowly, your hole quickly loosening its grip as you pulled out of yourself, fighting your own body’s desire for release as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“You close, baby?” She whispered, leaning down into the side of your neck as she sucked against the thin skin, knowing damn well it’d leave a mark.
You hummed meekly, her voice practically muffled as your mind stayed on her thumb that teasingly ghosted over your swollen clit.
Her free hand grabbed the hand that was just inside of you, taking your slick coated fingers into her mouth, her tongue cleaning it smooth before letting it slip back out with a pop. She let your arm fall above your head, as she stood up again.
She stepped over your body, pulling her shorts and boxers off in one go, leaving you with nothing but the sight of her naked muscular figure, dripping in sweat, blood infused with shimmer even still.
“You were never gonna come without me, Angel,” she said, pushing your dress up around your waist as she grabbed your right leg, holding it up as she slotted herself between your legs, her breath hitching as your wet cunts met.
“Just wanted to see you squirm.” She mumbled as though it was meant for herself.
You rolled your eyes, she was still the same old Sevika.
“Fuck you,” you chuckled, though it faded into a dull moan as she adjusted herself against you, smirking as she heard you.
“You’re about to.”
In an instant, she rutted against you, beginning a steady rockin rhythm as she held your leg in between her breasts. Strained moans left your lips, the feeling of her strong body, overtaking yours pushing you to a level of bliss you’d never thought you’d reach.
You felt yourself teetering already, completely forgetting how close you were from before, your half lidded eyes gazed at Sevika who, as she picked up her pace, her sharp breaths matching her intensity, you knew she wasn’t anywhere near done.
You tapped her side lazily, your eyes struggling unbelievably to stay open,
“I’m so close-“ you breathed, your fingers scratching against her lower back as you felt that same coil wring tight.
“You got it baby, just ride through it for me.” She grunted, her grinds becoming slower yet as you watched through blurry eyes, you saw the way her back and ass rolled like water into your cunt, your clits rubbing raw against each other.
All the air left your lungs as your head fell to its side, your eyes succumbing to your inevitable release as your eyes closed shut, and your upper body convulsed.
Sevika kept going though, her slowed pace extending your orgasm, forcing you to take in a deep breath, a string of squeals and moans escaping your lips in an instant as you came back to reality, still being fucked out of your mind.
“Cmon baby- just a bit longer- hold on for me.” She panted, her grip on your leg getting tighter as she ground her hips into yours, hitting every sensitive part of your pussy without hesitation.
Tears didn’t dither from your eyes as they came streaming out, overstimulation bordering on its limit. But despite the stabbing butterflies you felt, the pleasure that resided above you, that rippled through your body, made you never want to stop.
You muttered vulgar words of encouragement, stained with ‘I love yous’ and ‘keep going’s’ as you felt her body begin to twitch above yours. She rutted into you once more before her body almost folded in half, her foot finding its floor again as she raised her cunt from yours.
After a couple shared deep breaths you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows, slapping her ass lightly to get her attention again. Her head, tucked down into her chest, turned slowly to look at you, the sweat acting as a lament for her hair as it stuck to her face and neck.
“C'mere, babe.” You hummed.
She leaned over to you, placing her forearm beside your head as she looked down at you, her nose grazing lightly against yours, airy breaths fanning your face as her tired eyes gazed into yours.
“Hi,” you whispered, observing as her eyes finally began fading from violet back to their starry greys.
She scoffed, combing her fingers through your hair as she moved to kiss you gently on your lips.
“Love you, baby.” She smiled against your lips.
“Forever.”
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Arcane Characters saying I love you Pt2
~ Silco, Sevika, and Vander
A/n sorry this one's a little longer than pt 1, also reblogs are much appreciated✨🫶🏼
word count 1.8k pt 1 here
First time saying i love you pt 2
silco, sevika, vander
Silco~
‘It’s too quiet’ you thought, lounging in Silco's office on the sofa Sevika basically claimed as hers. The silence almost made you nervous mostly because it never was. The atmosphere was always filled with the sound of sevika working on her arm, faint explosions echoing from Jinx's lab, silco’s meetings, jinx yapping about her new inventions or arguing with Sevika, or even fin’s disgusting attempts to flirt with you while you catch Silco and Sevika rolling their eyes over his shoulder. Like clockwork, the tedious silence was broken by Silco barging through the door followed by Sevika.
“She’s a problem and we all know it!” Sevika seethed. You figured that they were either too angry to notice you or too angry to care.
Silco brushed his hair back and turned his head to look over his shoulder. “We?” You wanted to intervene but know that given the fact that 1. they’re both stubborn and 2. Sevika’s stature and gaze alone intimidate the hell out of you, it’d be useless but nonetheless you definitely piece together that it’s about jinx.
“Look,” Sevika took a deep breath, “I know you have a thing for strays and she means a lot to you but she is not your daughter. There is an entire city that relies on you and you’re doing nothing but making excuses for some unhinged kid. Even if you were her father you should know when to keep her in check instead of letting her be a loose cannon and put everything we’ve worked for in jeopardy. If you aren't going to choose between parenting her or acting like her boss, send her to the enforcers.” With that Sevika walked out slamming the door behind her. You definitely understood her anger and everything she was saying but Silco was trying. Granted he could be trying harder but for the life he’s lived he was doing all he could without being cold towards jinx. He COULD turn her in but everything she’s done she was told to do by him, he COULD abandon her and perfect everything he’s built but he knows what it’s like and he’s grown too attached. He was at a loss and you could see it in the ways his shoulders dropped yet looked so tense.
Sighing, Silco finally decides to acknowledge your presence. “Tell me my dear,” he said, hunched over his desk, “what do I do?” You stood up and walked over to him, gently ushering him to face you. It hurt you to see him like this, unraveled by his daughter and right hand. You take his face in your hands and he immediately sinks into your touch with glossy eyes. “Tell me how to parent her. Tell me how to be better.” he begs.
“My heart, you don’t need to be better. You’ve told her countless times to take things more seriously. Her not doing so is entirely on her, not you.” You tried your best to reassure him. “I’d suggest telling her that unless she shapes up she won't be allowed on more serious jobs but knowing her she’d throw a fit and go against you anyways.” Finally Silco cracks a smile and scoffs.
“That does sound like her, suppose my stubbornness has rubbed off on her.” he says, taking your hands in his and staring deeply and lovingly into your eyes.
“So be more stern with her, is what you’re implying?” he stated more so than asked, taking you in his arms. “Mhm.” you hummed.
“I'll give it a try, thank you my dear.”
“Of course, eventually she’ll listen. She just needs to learn that there are reasons why you tell her not to go all out. You’re a great father, you know.” He swears his heart skipped a beat.
“...I love you…” Silco whispers, holding you tighter. “I love you more.”
Sevika~
You and Sevika both work for Silco, you have since the start of his reign, and you both quickly learned how tiring and physically demanding it was. However, some days were worse than others today being a prime example for Sevika at least. You had to take care of some petty thieves in one of Silco’s stash houses that Fin had secretly hired but regardless you got to go home early and are now relaxing in your shared bed. Eventually you dozed off but got woken up by the sound of Sevika opening the bedroom door.
“Oh hey, sorry doll,” she gently kisses your temple. “Didn’t know you went home early.” she mumbles, taking her shoes off and throwing them across the room.
“Yeah because I’m lucky” you say with a smirk. Sevika lazily smacks your thigh earning a giggle as she plops next to you sinking her face into the pillow. “Lucky brat is what you are. Why’d you leave early anyway?”
“I finished my task quickly and was gonna wait for you but Silco said that jinx was with you,” Sevika groans at the name of her tiny nemesis earning a giggle from you. She then turns her head ushering you to go on while she starts caressing your jaw. “And that you’d most likely take a while so he sent me home.” she hummed in response. She didn’t say anything else, continuing to only lay on her stomach with her head turned to you, running her fingers down your jaw then suddenly shutting her eyes and jerking her hand.
“What's wrong? Did you get hurt?” You ask, sitting up immediately inspecting her for injuries noticing how she didn't move at all to calm you down.
“Nothin my backs just sore…” Sevika groaned. You could tell it was more than just her back, it was her shoulder blades and arm. Sighing, you got up and gently started removing her shirt.
“Angel I'm too tir-”
“Get your mind out of the gutter Vika I'm not gonna ravage you I just wanna give you a massage.” She utters a quick ‘oh’ before sliding out of her shirt then resuming her previous position.
“As if you could ever ravage me.” she scoffs. Ignoring her, you grab some lotion from the nightstand and take a seat on her butt. You apply the lotion to your hands before putting some pressure on her lower back deciding you’ll save the problem spots for last. Judging by how tense she is and how she groans you get the idea that she was long overdue for a good massage.
Once you clear all the knots and tension from her lower and mid back you focus your attention on the spot in between her shoulder blades, gently pushing down then dragging your hands around her shoulders hearing various pops, cracks, groans, and moans coming from her. There really isn’t anything you can do about the pain from the arm she no longer has other than press ginger kisses around the area. As she feels your weight shift from her backside to the bed she turns to face you once more, taking you in her arms and engulfing you in a passionate kiss.
“Y’know I'm gonna marry you one day right angel?” she playfully questions.
“Only seems fair,” you start, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You already got acting like one.” she smiles, remembering everything you’ve done for her, especially when she lost her arm. You were always right there when she needed you but was too stubborn to ask for help, you were always at her beck and call.
“Oh please, it's ‘cause you love me… and I love you…so much.”
Vander~
You knew that when you started dating Vander that the kids would have to be in your life too and honestly you loved it. You would always bring them gifts like boxing gloves for Vi, trinkets and tools for Mylo and Powder, and snacks for Claggor. Anytime Vander would tell them not to do something they’d immediately run to you begging you to change his mind and sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t. Today being one of the days it didn’t.
You were relaxing at the empty bar when Vi barged yelling about how something wasn’t fair while Vander trailed her. Vi spotted you and ran to your side.
“Y/n please tell him that we’re ready.” She begged without any context as to what she was talking about.
“What's happening?” you ask, lost as ever.
“Apparently the enforcers are turning the lanes upside down looking for us but this is our chance to fight! We need to stand up to them and now’s as good a time as any.” Vi explained. You assumed vander wasn’t having any of it given the fact that 1. the kids’ safety was everything to him and 2. he had an arrangement with the enforcers.
“There’s too much at risk if we do Violet! You need to stop thinking with these,” Vander says, grabbing her fists. “And start thinking with this!” he then points to her head. “The lanes isn't what it used to be. Yes we all still have the same drive as we did back then, but we’re not in the same shape as we used to be! We lost a lot of good people then and we’d lose even more now.” Violet thinks of her parents which Vander can see in her eyes. “You’ll lose powder, claggor, and Mylo too. We will rise Violet I promise you we will but now is not our time, there's too much at stake.” Vander looks to you for help and so does Vi. You love the kids but this is one thing that Vander would not change his mind about and to be frank you agree with him.
“I'm sorry Vi but he’s right honey” you take her face in your hands trying to get her to see how sincere you are. “A shadow of the lanes would be all that’s left. And I don’t wanna lose you guys.”
“...fine.” Violet mumbles before running off, leaving you and Vander alone. Vander walks over to you pulling you in for a hug.
“You really care about those kids huh?” He questions.
“Of course I do, I get that they want to fight but I wish she would see how badly this would end for us. It would end in a fiery blaze with everyone we love slaughtered.” You notice some blue hair peeking out from behind the wall and instantly know who it is.
“You can come out Powpow, is everything okay?” Vander turns around to face her as she takes a few steps towards you. She looked really sad, her eyes were puffy and she was holding what looked like a stuffed bunny. Vander stares at it thinking it looked familiar then it hit him.
“Look at me Powder,” he kneels in front of her, gently holding her shoulders. “Where did she go?”
“She said she was going to make things right and that she’d be away for a while.” the little girl sniffles. Vander stands up immediately and walks to you.
“I need you to stay here with the kids. I need to go get Violet.” he leans down and kisses you deeply before pulling away to head towards the door.
“I love you.”
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Sevika's tastes
Sevika is an old lady and she just wants to be left alone. She likes to look good but when it comes to clothes, Miss thing just doesn’t care that much. She always has practicality in mind. So, no dresses, nothing flowy, has to have natural fabrics so that her skin can breathe, and she requires that things are comfortable.
Her shoes are always made for hardware with a strong sole and often reinforced. In the modern world, I see her working in metal working (specifically welding), so she has to have clothes that are multipurpose.
Though, if she was forced to wear anything really nice, it would be a simple well-cut blazer and a button down with jeans or slacks that conform to her legs nicely.
She prefers earthy colors, nothing too flashy. I think she’d really appreciate a nice dark green, or perhaps brown.
I also feel that she would enjoy a nice flannel regularly.
With food, I’m afraid her palette is as unrefined as her clothing choices. She genuinely does not care what she eats, though she really likes chicken- loves hot wings, spicy food is her love. But, her comfort food will always be the food native to what part of India her family is from.
I don’t think she’s the best cook, but she has a few family recipes that she knows so well (aloo gobi, chai, samosa, tikka masala, saag paneer). And, I think that on nights where she’s feeling really sad or lonely she always craves those foods.
She’d love to cook with or for her partner, it’d be the best way to get to know her honestly. Because it allows for her to show vulnerability through actions and without words. She loves to take care of people and I think in modern times she’d mother her friends just a bit, always making sure they’re eating well, drinking their water, and sleeping right (if not she’ll give them some chai).
She doesn’t eat beef or dark meats in general, and she isn’t the biggest fan of seafood or turkey. So, she sticks with her chicken and her paneer. She’ll eat tofu but it needs to be in curry or something similar.
This woman would love 80s hair metal, music is something that I genuinely believe she’d love so much. She’d play drums as a teenager, dead set on becoming the drummer of the next Metallica. She’d also love the old school heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera. She’d love them all. I think she’d like some old school 90s rap too, but none of the new-age mumble rap that’s going on.
She wouldn’t really like Taylor Swift’s music, just because it didn’t vibe with her, but she respected Taylor’s ability to get a bag.
She has had a huge crush on Adele ever since she heard the album 25 when it came out. She liked some of her music, but thought Adele was drop dead gorgeous and all mature and soulful and shit, hit her in the feels and made her whipped for this woman she didn’t even know.
For movies she loves shitty 80s slasher horror, nothing that makes her think. She’d sit back in her old recliner in her pajamas and house slippers whilst watching Slumber Party Massacre for the third time, and then put on Golden Girls because she feels that Dorothy Zbornak is her spirit animal.
She likes a good sitcom too and a ridiculous drama (she loves Desperate Housewives), she likes the camp, the over the top acting and dumb plots, it makes her laugh and feel care free in a way she hasn’t been in a long time.
She just wants to curl up with her pets (she would have many) and watch teen-based tv shows that revolve around crime or secrets (Pretty Little Liars, Riverdale, Vampire Diaries, even Buffy etc.). She likes how bad they are, but she gets so invested it’s ridiculous.
For personal scents she’d like more woody, alluring scents that are also kind of sweet. Think Amber by Rag n’ Bone (it smells so good), she doesn’t spray much, just a spritz, it wafts around her just slightly, just enough for women to fall at her feet.
Her individual smell wouldn't be overpowering but it would definitely be clear. It’s grounding and soothing. Her sweat stinks though, every time she comes back from the gym, she goes straight to the showers because her own dogs don’t want to come near her b.o.
In general, Sevika is an old woman who couldn’t give less of a shit. She wants to be left alone with her life and her people and chill. Which is why, I feel like she isn’t that opinionated on much unless it’s boundaries or causes she cares about. She just doesn’t have the energy to be bothered with trivial things like which movie to choose for the night, or which restaurant to go to. She is tired and all she wants to do is eat good food with her partner and her pets in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t like neighbors and she doesn’t like people in her business. She doesn’t need a perfect life, just one that’s hers.
for whatever reason the letters are being weird, it is killing me. Please ignore it.
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ IMAGINE ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ Traces Of Sevika in Your Life ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎
No matter how long she was gone for, if you were trying to avoid her after a fight or just in your day to day life there was always something to remind you of Sevika.
Firstly her scent would of course be everywhere in your shared apartment, standard. It was on the pillows in your bed, the towels in the bathroom, her favourite chair in the living room and on her cloaks hung in the hall.
She sheds hair worse than a cat. Seriously. You wonder how her hair is still so thick sometimes. It’s in every crack and crevice, in the shower, on your clothes. Once she was away on a work mission for two weeks and you still managed to pull one of her hairs out of your sandwich.
Her shoes litter the front walkway area and most of the time the mess annoys you. But when she hasn’t been in for awhile or your having a bad day you’ll sometimes catch yourself looking at the pile longingly. Thinking it wouldn’t look as homey if they weren’t there.
The burn marks on the kitchen counter from when Sevika tried cooking you dinner that one time you got sick. You’ll brush your fingers over it, lips quirked into a smile as you remember the panicked clanging you’d heard from the bed. Cussing and smoke ensued and you’d already guessed there would be permanent damage.
One night after a petty fight you’d stormed into the bathroom to cool off while Sevika paced in the hallway. You slammed the door huffing in the darkness while you fumed. Turning the light on you turned around and were met with the soapy outline of your bodies on the glass shower screen from last nights heated shower sesh. Glaring at it in a daze, your mouth open slightly and fists clenched, something in you ignited. Sevika didn’t know what hit her when you stormed back out, but she wasn’t complaining from the look in your eye. Her angry expression quickly being replaced by a devilish grin.
Sometimes you’d wake up and she’d already be gone for work. You’d walk out and smile at the half eaten bowl of granola in the sink. You’d pick up the tea towel you know Sevika had wiped her mouth on even though you’d told her a million times it was meant only for hands. Clutching it close you tiredly smiled at the little bag of pastries and cup with flowers that were sitting on the table.
Sex toys. This woman owned enough to open a shop and she was proud of it. They were on and in your bedside tables. Some in the shower, on your makeup table and her display ones were on top of the fridge. Occasionally you’ll get excited glancing at one and thinking of her. Counting down the minutes until she’s home.
After long nights of being ravished during sex she was always on your mind the next day. From the hickeys on your neck to the bruises on your hips and your aching pussy between your legs. Plus she’d leave you with a chaste kiss on your lips once she’d wake, so you could still taste sex when you rose.
On the streets you were always reminded of her. Everyone looked at you and you know they saw Sevika when they did. You were the wife of Zaun’s scary lady. Even Silco and Jinx knew better then to fuck with you. The way you were looked at, eyes quickly turning down out of respect. The way the crowd would always part and give you a wide birth. It all reminded you of your beloved big brute.
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Sevika deserves long soft cuddles. May we please get that with reader ?
soft touches // sevika
warning: fluff
pairing: sevika x fem reader
“you’re so warm.”
you wedged yourself behind sevika briskly running your hands over every inch of her defined muscles, like clockwork. she was asleep for the most part but you could feel her stir beside you, shifting in her spot.
“you okay?” she mumbled, her voice heavily laced with fatigue.
she turned so that she was facing you, lightly brushing her skin against yours in the process. which settled some of the growing urge you had to feel her, yet you maintained the distance.
from what you could tell sevika preferred her space. although you were unsure if it was because she didn’t want to be touched, or if she hadn’t been. at least not in the way you imagined, without care or love.
“i’m cold.”
which wasn’t entirely due to the weather but more so the lack of contact between you and sevika. you needed to hold her, even if it was just for a while.
“want me to hold you?” she asked.
“no, i wanna hold you.”
she tilted her head to the side, examining you with narrowed eyes that bore deep holes. it wasn’t an expression of anger but confusion that etched onto her face. it was a simple request, really, but it left her speechless.
“why?”
“i don’t know—“ you stammered, “i just wanna touch you, can i?”
she contemplated once more before silently nodding, turning around on her side giving you the perfect opportunity to.
you leaned in closer to spoon her, allowing your arms to wrap sevika into a soft embrace. you nuzzled into her, placing a light kiss onto the nape of her neck.
the immediate response was tense, however it wasn’t purposeful. she wasn’t used to being handled with this level of care and it almost surprised her just how deprived she’d been of it.
when she felt your arm snake around her waist and onto her stomach sevika couldn’t help but freeze—it was all foreign to her. the idea of gentle, caressing touches simply because was something she was slowly learning to come to terms with, but she liked it.
“i can stop if you want…?” you whispered, quickly taking notice of her hesitance. the last thing you wanted was to make her uncomfortable. you just wanted to show her that she deserved to be loved— she deserved to be held this way. but it would take a while to get there.
she shook her head softly, reassuring you, “no, keep going. i’m just not used to this.” you were careful not to pressure sevika, give her time to adjust. she slowly eased into your touch allowing her body to melt into you, releasing some of the tension.
“we can go slow then, let’s just stay like this,” you hummed, settling behind her as your hands roamed her body.
she adored the feeling of someone finally taking care of her for once. the warmth of your skin pressed against hers brought her the utmost sense of security and love. it allowed her to forget and only exist right here, in your arms.
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Amour, larmes et pinceaux dans l'eau.
(Muse Sevika x artist reader)
summary: Sevika is and always will be your muse, the absolute owner of your mind, soul and heart. You are your favorite painter and she is the muse of all your works.
c.w: a nudism, fluff, modern au, soft drabble, men dni!
Author's note: English is not my first language, feel free to correct me.
You love her.
The woman who poses in front of your canvas is your muse. The absolute owner of your heart, her essence has permeated your being so much that it is as if she were a part of you.
Thanks to her, you recovered your estrus for art; Thanks to her you recovered something that gave meaning to your life, something that you thought you had lost.
But now... It was more than just a passion or a way to release compressed frustration through brushstrokes on a blank canvas. It is a way to express your love in a less ephemeral way than words that float in the form of memories, this is something more lasting.
When she poses for you, you don't think about anything else, just you and her. You only focus on how cute the locks look falling down her face or how cute her eyes are that you're practically immersed in.
And damn, you memorized every one of her scars that she was still ashamed of, every birthmark, every one of her angles; It is simply beautiful.
"Stop looking at me like that." The half-naked woman says and then faces you with a smile on her lips, you are so immersed in your own thoughts about her, that you don't even pay attention to what she says.
She clears her throat, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You see her looking directly at you which makes you a little nervous.
"What were you saying?" You say with a smile on your face, still a little oblivious to what was happening around you.
"I said stop looking at me like that." The woman steps down from her platform with a towel wrapped around her waist to approach where you're.
"How do you think I'm looking at you?" You ask curiously.
"As if... You will love me." These last words are a sweetened whisper that is capable of making you blush instantly.
"Don't you think I look at you that way because I really love you?" The words that came from your lips were enough to make the woman's cheeks turn a growing red.
"I know, I love you too."
You simply love her.
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ONLY HER
sevika x f!reader
silco’s mechanically-modified brute likes to belittle you, but doesn’t take too kindly when others do too.
word count: 2.5k
genre: angst + fluff
warnings: derogatory language, mention of being assaulted, small description of injury, hurt/comfort
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you didn’t fit in with the scars and carnage of zaun.
considered the laughing stock of this oppressed underground, of idiocy in your elation and analysed inadequacy in your smile - what would be appraised as refreshing elsewhere in the world was a mockery in this city. you were lunch.
your euphoria was your weakness.
but silco had seen something in you otherwise, an ‘it’ factor that needed it’s blunt edges sharpened; that’s where your association with sevika developed.
for you, your relationship with sevika was dynamic - it was nosediving into elysian gates of heaven when she looked your way, watching the clockworks operate in her arm and feeling nanoscopic under her degrading words.
but for sevika, your relationship was an episode of what the fuck now - it was admiring the contagion of cloud nine that you spread on the low, it was ignoring you whenever you greeted her in public to avoid feeling embarrassed. and it was getting used to the intensity of your training sessions.
scorching knuckles that were aflame with scintillations of sweat on your forehead, with every deck you implemented against a target only seemed to beat your spine hollow. “you’re doing good..” you hear her mutter, your body levitating under sevika’s praise - or perhaps the delusion of dehydration.
you can hear her behind you, potent to strike; your eyes laden whenever your lids blink, the throbbing in your skull intensifying when you forcefully contort your ribs to pummel her with a desperate fist. but she’s too calculated, your knuckles enshrouded by copper fingers spontaneously. “but not good enough.” she whispers maliciously, and you’re on your knees before the adrenaline can comprehend the cramping agony in your stomach; the stitch in your throat that makes it torturous to breathe.
she’d hammered you in the gut, and by the time you’d recovered enough to look through the pixels of heliotrope in your vision, she’d left the room - you were child’s play to tyrannise, and it was a piece of piss for her to dominate you.
but even with the denigration that was sevika, you couldn’t bleach the unduly attachment you had for her.
you were silco’s upcoming weapon, and she had to make you heavy duty - but no matter how gruelling sevika was, nothing worked. you were superfluous in this individuality of benevolence and divinity, a gracefulness that would serve the perfect holy grail to be dead meat in combat.
“she’s impossible to train.” sevika hisses through the sage murk of the office, virescent incandesce in her accustomed globes when she inspects the back of silco’s chair. “you hit her, and she gets all smiley like you didn’t.”
it’s inanimate, dust pods hovering in the tenebrosity; the scent of firewood erupting through the brume, cigar smoke levitating along the floor. “then turn her weakness into strength.” silco would mutter, equanimity in his tone between the imbroglio of books he’d been studying.
chagrin brews in her stomach, as much as sevika was one for personal responsibility, this was a damp squib of silco’s decisions. “you don’t think i’ve tried?” her eyebrows dip in discontent, lashes that fan with hostility against her umber cheeks. “she’s too soft for this place, she’s gonna get killed.”
chartreuse gleam flickers momentarily in the room when silco’s chair sluggishly rotates, eyes of disillusionment stare back at her. an inky sclera that flickers with disbelief, bevel ring that dilates under the disappointment that maybe you were just a false belief of his, one that he tried prophesying. “i expected better..”
it’s not that you lacked intelligence, you were just a concealed supernova confined by debacles. you were equivalent when speaking to people, only favouring sevika because you knew her; although the experiences you had with her weren’t so pleasant,
“i think it’s really cool you’re gonna be teaching me..
can you teach me that move where you like, do that thing with your arm..”
“shut it or i’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
you couldn’t help but feel so sheltered in her occupancy, a contradictory and one-sided occupancy. you knew sevika was bitter, having gotten used to the winding twinges in your shoulder when she’d nudged past and the godly structure of her back when she’d continue walking.
at the bar. “hey sev!” nudge.
in the street. “fancy seeing y-“ nudge.
but today, you were 10 minutes later to your diurnal annoy sevika stratagem; not that it hadn’t flourished her some relief, but by the ailing in her stomach, she knew this was a foreign feeling - one of tenterhooks and holy fuck was she stewing on it?
the bar full to overflowing with haze, glasses that were an intricacy of absinthe, everclear and rum chiming together with every movement; the scent of sandalwood and spilled martinis oozing into the ether. a glow of eau de nil against the oak tables, the anarchy and turmoiled chatter wasn’t enough to dilute sevika - she’d lost 2 games so far, something that was unorthodox due to the unease she was trying to make peace with.
but eventually, she sees you amongst the crowd. a seraphic face perceptible from the others surrounding it, it was difficult not to distinguish you from the havoc; mellow twirls of sanctitude that you emit, a cavernous contrast to the hellish grounds around you.
you give her that docile smile of yours when you see familiar swarthy skin, revenant eyes eclipsed with insipidity that narrow coldly at you when you amble towards her.
she had a sofa for herself, others having to pinch stools to encircle a table buried with liquor and cards. and sevika’s stare became another stare, and another, and another until you were beside her - eyes of bloodshed surveying you.
“hey..” you whisper, an extraterrestrial tone of blithe that invited more curious stares. you were simply deviant to the atmosphere around you, and not in the impressive way, the way these people wanted. “can i sit here?” you whisper to each spectred face, and you found the whole bar was silencing - something that seemed preposterous to fulfil.
it remains stagnant, eyes of resentment that scream get lost; some of which were perverted phantasms that ogled at your figure, and sevika caught this. this was the last place she wanted you to be, because you were the silver lining on display, and she knew someone was going to take advantage of it.
“sure! come, come. sit with me, i’ve got a lovely space.” sadistic chortles emerge from the masses when one of them pats his lap, an apparition of laughter that echoes in your head. “how much do you cost, love?”
but it hushes when sevika looks up - gunmetal grey optics that melee through every body, the finest eyes of massacre, withering the place to cadavers instantaneously.
you’re addled when you look around, eyes of ridicule that deprecate you; you were a hunted rabbit in a labyrinth of foxes, even the bartender looking at you like he wanted to pulp your intestines into a cocktail.
you’re moving towards the exit. callous glares confining you as you try to advance through this mercilessness, patronising wolf whistles. “what a sweet little bunny.”
you’d gotten used to maelstrom in the next few hours - you’d be wandering around the streets, to which slowly became monotonous, and every sign looked the same. in the midst of it, you’d find yourself intoxicated, head feeing ignited despite the wintry breeze against your skin. and although you were building castles in the air over how delirious life was right now, you often found yourself questioning
why things were the way they were.
you’re not sure where you are,
how you got ended up in these streets.
but you’re aware of the buildings fluctuating, your head feeling so weightless but so burdensome as you moved, you were stupefied - thoughts blitzed with uncertainty of where to go, where you even lived, but your legs mechanical to guiding you to the mahogany before you.
the door to sevika’s dwelling - because you couldn’t think of any other haven that had the same defence that was sevika. her windows illuminated by ocherous lanterns that flutter, and your hands shake more intensely than you’d registered when you feebly knock. but it felt like minutes you’d stood out here alone, and you’re about to knock again when you think she hadn’t heard - but the door creaks open,
and sevika couldn’t fucking believe what she saw.
because you had no idea how fucked up you looked right now.
your eyebrow warped with cinnabar to which dried blood glossed the side of your face, celestial skin that was coated by slaughter; one eye that tinged bloodshot more than the other, blemished by mulberry and bruises of mauve, and by the way you’re swaying, sevika’s sure you’re out of it. “it’s cold out here..” you whisper, what was a tone that tickled pink was extirpated to one of desolation.
and it punctured sevika new scars, more than any battle she’d been through.
because as shameful as it was for her to admit, she found herself under a repressed attachment of her own to how easily you ruffled her feathers, made her foam at the mouth from how fucking tiresome you were to deal with; something that she had lacked today when she’d left the bar, gotten so used to your punchable voice and easily destructible body standing outside waiting for her so you could walk home.
and although the street was an orchestra of furore, tearing at the seams with drunkards and bestial amusement, it was lustreless without you beside her yapping on.
“imagine if ants started to evolve and take over everything.”
ugh.
“like a human-sized ant.”
ugh.
“do you think ants have some politics or somet-“
uggghhhhhhhhhhh.
but she needed to resist missing these infernal conversations with you, and you watch as the door shuts, the scent of elm and tobacco extinguishing after a few seconds of glacial zephyr. “okay..” you mumble, clearing your throat; the sight of her door shutting decimated you more than being so cold you couldn’t move your fingers, and so you turn, sitting on one of the steps to regulate these new emotions you were under. “sleep well.”
but sevika would be on the other side, forehead against the timber - although she wanted to make excuses for being worried, she knew you were the light at the end of a cataclysmic tunnel, and someone was going to dim that light eventually.
fuck.
you hadn’t heard the door open again, and it’s the first time sevika’s seen you so huddled and despondent, it’s unearthly - your wooden eyes pierced onto the concrete and body lifeless to the stimuli around you, something so bizarre that was so uncanny to look at.
but you feel satin against your shoulders, a hasten gust on your skin and the smell of cigarettes with patchouli amplifying; when you turn around to see sevika, door wide open, you notice she’s thrown her cloak your way.
you feel as though you’re hallucinating, but when you see her gesture for you to come in, you’re quick to stand.
she’s inspecting how you stumble to her door, and although you were materially uncoordinated regardless, this was something else - something she’d find as perfect bait to demean you over on the standard day, but she can’t over the current circumstance of seeing your face marred with blood.
taupe walls that flickered under the adornment of lanterns, tables that supported a disarray of books and older hardware that she’d used for her arm, bedsheets that were sanctification under your fingers when you’d sat down - it screamed sevika.
“let me see you..” she whispers, her tone so disparate to the traditional insensitivity it had; your glassy eyes becoming pellucid when you see her kneel infront of you, fingers stroking the side of your face, her touch so diaphanous each skin cell felt decontaminated. “you remember anything from tonight?”
you were void, a shell that managed to transport itself around the streets without any evocation. and sevika can tell, nails feathery against your cheeks and tickling tender patterns into your skin. “any faces?” her eyebrows dip, and you decipher within the ashen halos of her eyes a fury so inflamed, you were tempted to believe they were hues of oxblood.
so you shake your head. “no, just hurts.” and sevika’s eyes squint closed from trying to conquer the pique boiling in her limbs, the desire to annihilate with every drop of shimmer. she hated the way you were; how someone had corrupted your rhapsody and skewered it in fragments, how you were just sat here accepting being made mincemeat of, how you were under the acknowledgement you were going to walk out tomorrow and smile at people like there was nothing wrong in the dandy fine world of yours.
she sighs, because as much as she’d love to put the screws on you to butcher whoever responsible, she could tell by the deadpan abyss in your eyes that this night had been enough already.
“c’mere.” her palms at your waist, a gargantuan touch that plants you within her bedsheets; that sensation of glee anchoring at your stomach enough when you feel the warmth of her mattress on your palms, that familiar feeling augmenting when the bed dips - sevika cushioning the space between you.
“i’m surprised you have a bed.” you whisper, fingers brushing against the pillows. she’s situated upon the sheets, whereas you seemed to be burrowed under them; observing the eccentric stare she gives you when she wants you to elaborate. “you don’t strike me as someone who sleeps.”
you expect her to glower at you, with those habitual indignant eyes and an affronted scowl on her lips - but the corners of her lips turn upwards subtly, irises molten with altruism toward you. “no?” she whispers, tone harboured with jest and doting.
but you don’t answer, a vacant expression pasted to the ceiling, and it’s excruciating to look at. sevika’s trying to search the backlogs of things that could possibly alleviate the atmosphere between you, only seeing a cerebral scrunch of paper that said you’re bad at this, and it’s amelioration when she thinks she’s finally found it.
“about the thing you asked the other day..” she bulwarks against you, and you feel the frost of her cybernetic, the capricious warmth of her chest against your back. you weren’t a stranger to sevika’s touch, or smites to the stomach more so, but this was extramundane - a brawny arm slithering itself over your hip, and you can tell she’s trying not to relax, because she’d crush your body unwittingly. “i think that human-sized ants would definitely take over.”
she knows that she needs to nurse your physical wounds, but she focused on rehabilitating the internal aperture that made you.. not you. and she feels herself ease when you start to smile faintly through the claret stains on your cheek, her breath against your neck as she tugs you in closer. and she knows she’s gonna have a hell of a day tomorrow,
finding out who has to pay the price.
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Sevika sleeps either cupping your tits or your cunt… I’m sorry I don’t make the rules it’s true!
screaming crying throwing up thinking about sevika just like. holding your cunt while you're on your period. if you sleep in pads. i know I've written something like this for abby but can you just fucking imagine. sevika's big n rough n slightly cold hands.
her hand encompasses the whole pussy, and you can feel her hand warm up with the contact. it's like the best heating pad ever, soothes you enough to let you sleep through the pain of cramps. she doesn't make it sexual unless you want it to be, otherwise she just holds you and it's so oddly comforting?
and like, not just your pussy either. she holds whatever part of your body is aching during your period. your tits if they're sore, your lower tummy if you have cramps, and (my. personal enemy) your lower back if it feels like two ford f150s are pulling your hips apart. she never makes a big thing about it, but she notices when you're in pain, and adjusts accordingly. big stoic Rottweiler gf, so sweet and attentive and yet so big and spooky! (not!)
im gonna go cry thinking about sevika just holding my pussy when im in pain she'd be so sweet. it also comforts her!! there's just something so grounding about holding you, and if she can hold you where it hurts, and make that pain go away, why wouldn't she?
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Sevika x Reader One Shot - Cuddles/Fluff
Just a cute, domestic headcanon about cuddling with the bionic brute herself! Started as a headcanon and became a one shot. Gender-neutral reader, No TWs except for the fact that it has a super cheesy ending ❤️
You laid there in serenity— sleeping peacefully in your lover’s arms. You and Sevika had a mutual day off and were basking in the warm, wholesome laziness of your situation. Sevika, due to habit, woke up before the sun rose. This was a most opportune time for her to dote on you while you slept.
Despite her tough demeanor, Sevika tended to turn into a sensitive, loving girlfriend in your presence. She selectively placed a few stray hairs from your eyes to behind your ear during the early hours of the morning; nothing to do but to wait for her somnolent partner to wake.
With your head against Sevika’s chest, your eyes eventually opened and adjusted to the light of early dawn.
“Good mornin’ beautiful,” she greeted you, whispering with a subtle smile. You were still in Sevika’s arms, surrounded by her large frame.
“It’s too early…” you groaned and placed your head back on her chest. You were burrowed into her even farther than before.
“You got to get up at some point, sweetheart.” She nudged her arms upward, signaling for you to rise out of bed. You simply shook your head and resumed your stubborn silence.
Sevika did nothing more to provoke you. She embraced the slothlike nature of your morning and continued brushing her hand through your hair. A breath of tranquility and satisfaction escaped your body.
“Can we stay like this forever?” You ask in a naïve tone.
“However long you want, sweetheart.”
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for the request (if you would like to do this ofc!!! <333) maybe you could write something abt being a sweet housewife for sevika? all i have been doing is thinking abt her nonstop :((
YOUR SWEET HOUSEWIFE. sevika x reader
description. little drabble about being sevika's sweet little housewife who cooks her favorite meal
cw. lowercase writing intended, sfw content, fluffy things, reader is a certified housewife, sevika wants a piece of her tho
moss' notes. who wouldn't wanna be a housewife for sevika honestly??? moss sure would love it :D thank you for requesting anonie, this is a little bit short, hope you don't mind
the delicious smell of dinner that was going on a low flame in the kitchen circled the apartment as you stood in the living room in front of a pile of freshly washed and dried clothes. you hummed quietly while you folded them into perfect squares and rectangles before dividing them into different piles like pants, long sleeves, and such.
you heard the click of the front door and excitement run through your body, pushing the laundry to the side you hurried to the little hallway. you jumped a bit when it closed with a loud bang, revealing sevika who you assumed had a rather rough day.
"welcome home, love." you smiled brightly at sevika, reaching to help her take the cape from around her shoulders down. she looked a little under the weather, maybe even those circles under her eyes came back faintly you worked so hard to get rid of.
"dinner is almost ready if you're hungry." you said, kneeling down to help er take those heavy combat boots off. she always got so frustrated trying to un-do the ties so you helped her everytime.
and it was obvious that when she finally laid eyes on your beautiful body dressed in her favorite dress you owned with a pretty apron over it. your delicate hands getting rid of the tight knot and loosening the neck of the boots so she could easily slip her feet out of it. you patted the nose of her shoe before standing up and pressing a tender kiss on her face.
sevika grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to her strong frame before leaning down to "my beautiful wife, cooking me dinner, it gets me every time." she whispered into your ear, one of her hands sliding down gingerly before digging into your ass.
"hey!" you pulled away, slapping her side playfully with a slightly annoyed look on your face. "you just came home and you are already this naughty, sevika!" your wife pouted, extending her arms like a baby and making grabbing motions. you shook your head, taking one of her hands and leading her over to the dining table and showing her the setup table.
"what can i say, my wife, you are the sweetest piece of cake." sevika grinned at you, not letting go of your hand as she sat down in her chair in front of the table. her fingers looped into the tie of the apron, twisting it and pulling you over on her lap.
shaking your head after she pulled the loop of the apron over it, "can we actually eat before you harass me into sleeping with you?" you asked, dragging your nails gently up and down on the length of her arm.
"hm, alright." sevika hummed, leaning back in her chair and letting go of you. muttering a quick 'thanks' you jumped from her lap and headed inside the kitchen to bring the pot filled with sevika's favorite food to the middle of the table.
your wife laughed as she saw the food being served on her plate, picking her fork up and pointing at you. "did i forget something that it's my favorite?" sevika asked, watching as you pulled the wine opener from your end of the table and stabbed the cork, pulling it out with a loud pop.
"can't i cook for my wife her favorite food without any special occasion?" you said as you walked to her side of the table, picking her glass up. there really was no special reason why you cooked her favorite, it has been a long time since you prepared it for her and you had no other idea. "so you do want to sleep with me."
"eat your dinner, dear." you pointed at her plate with the wine glass in your hand before placing it next to her plate. sevika gave you a flirty wink before digging in her carefully made food, moaning but because it tasted good or to tease you remained a secret throughout the whole night.
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Sevika with a biting kink? o//o
Love your blog btw!
sevika definitely has a thing for marking u, or you marking her. either way, she’s very into it. if you’re a biter, she will not discriminate, actually she might just encourage it
if u do happen to leave her with marks, she will make literally no attempt to cover them up and then you’re left with the embarrassment if people point them out or stare (which they do) it just proves to everyone that she fucks you that good that you have to bite down on her
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SEVIKA BOXER AU
Part 1 | part 2
It’s finally here! And I want to say I’m so sorry for how long it’s taken, I’ve dealt with writers block (which I knew was coming if I’m honest) and then just regular life shit aswell but I didn’t forget about this and I hope it lives up to expectations.
I’ve posted this on AO3 and decided to split it into two parts due to how long it ended up being. Part one is the plot, part two is the… yk… anyways ;)
Enjoy <3
P.s.
I love receiving those requests for oneshots/sevika x readers so if you have any fantasies please don’t hesitate to send me one and hopefully I can bring it to life <3
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someone better
pairing : sevika x gn!reader
summary : sevika steps in when a customer at the last drop tries to be violent
word count : 1.7k
warnings : none, i think, maybe swearing ?
The room was filled with the buzz of conversation and clinking of glasses as you wiped the bar down. You pushed some hair out of your eyes and looked around you. The Last Drop was pretty full tonight, it being Friday evening.
You had been hired as a bartender some time after Silco took over. You'd been reticent at the start, having always associated the bar with Vander, his death had been a painful shock to everyone, but you eventually realized that you needed a job to continue affording your rent and so you'd taken it. You got to know the regulars and they'd gotten to know you, you got along well with the other bartenders and never came along too much trouble. Everyone liked your easy, down-to-earth and open personality and you (and your drinks) soon acquired a reputation. The job came with a certain protection, which was always useful in the Undercity. People knew where you worked and very few would dare touch a hair on Silco's main bartender's head.
You handed a couple at the bar their drinks with a smile before your attention was called to the other end of the bar. You made your way to the man standing there, an empty glass in his hand. He was short, balding and his face looked extremely red, sweaty forehead glistening with the coloured lights. You noticed the way he swayed on his feet and how his eyes wandered around before settling on you.
"Another," he slurred, pushing the glass towards you. You offered him a sympathetic smile.
"I think you've had enough, my friend,"
"Oh, come on ! What are you paid to do ?" he groaned, frowning deeply at your reply.
"Usually to pour drinks," you smiled, telling yourself to keep your calm. You didn't miss the way his eyes ran over you, your short shirt and low pants. It made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to get away from him. "I can get you a non-alcoholic drink or something to eat if you like ?" you offered.
"No," he snapped. "I'll take another. The same. And get to it, my friends are waiting." He glowered at you.
"Look, I've already told you once, you've had enough. You're not getting another drink out of me, mate."
"Are you paid to babysit ? Or do you just enjoy refusing clients a good time ?"
"I'm usually paid to pour drinks, but sometimes I'm forced to babysit grown adults who don't know their limits, aren't I?" you finally drawled, leaning forward. "Now either order something else or get the hell out of my face," you spat. You made the mistake of turning your back to him to walk away and didn't see him throw his body forward. He suddenly grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards the bar. You ended up with the upper half of your body lying across the wood as forced his empty glass into your hand. He didn't notice the way the room going silent.
"Listen here, sugar tits, you're gonna get me another before I do something you're not gonna like at all," he threatened. Your hand was already on the gun taped to underneath the bar when you spoke. He didn't see half the bar get up, chairs scraping against the floor, waiting for your signal to act.
"I suggest you let go of me before you lose your fuckin' hand, mate," you spoke lowly, your voice dangerous. He obviously didn't know the bar well enough to know that you could, and would, do him a lot of damage if someone else didn't step in before that. But before he could answer, he was harshly pulled to the side, a squeak-like noise leaving his lips as he let go of your hand. Your eyes showed no surprise as you looked up to see tall, dark and brooding holding him by the throat with her metal arm. She never waited for a signal and always stepped in before you could do anything to your attacker.
"Sevika," you greeted, holding back a smile. Seeing her always brightened up your evening.
"He been giving you trouble, honey ?" she asked, not even looking at the man now struggling to breathe. Ah, there it was. Honey. It seemed ironic that she insisted on calling you that when she had made your annoyance known multiple times. You leaned your forearms on the counter.
"Oh, he's just another idiot who doesn't know how many drinks he can hold," The man struggled even harder against Sevika's restraint at your words. You both noticed this. "Got something to add ?" you asked him tauntingly.
"Wh- whore," he managed to spit out despite Sevika's hold. The woman didn't take to that kindly and gave you one last look before dragging him outside the bar. You exaggeratedly waved at him as he was pulled out, knowing full well he would never dare show his face at The Last Drop again.
It wasn't the first time Sevika had intervened when a client would get violent or handsy. She'd started doing it when you first started working at The Last Drop. You'd been very surprised to see a man get his hand broken in front of you when he'd touched you. But you weren't surprised when Sevika showed up anymore. When you served her table, picking up the empty glasses amongst the cards and replacing them with full ones, she'd often ask you if anyone was giving you trouble, as if her eyes weren't darting over to you every few minutes to see if anyone was. You didn't know it, but Sevika's stormy gaze hadn't left your figure since you'd first told the man he'd had enough to drink. She could recognize your voice through a crowd of people and often listened to you laugh and make conversation with clients.
The room stayed silent until the door had closed behind Sevika and the man. Everyone then looked at you, expecting some sort of reaction.
"Who's feeling good tonight ?!" you screamed, "I sure am !" Your exclamation was met with an uproar of cries and glasses clinking. The noise returned to normal and you busied yourself with attending to other customers. You looked up when Sevika came back inside, looking grim. She made her way over to you, leaning her forearms and hands on the wooden counter.
"I can't believe some of these guys," she grunted, searching her pockets for a cigar.
"Tell me about it," You watched as she cut its end off before offering her a light. She leaned forward to catch the flame, the reflection of the light dancing in her eyes. Your mouth turned dry as she inhaled, hollowing her cheeks.
"He didn't hurt you did he ?" she asked, smoke pouring out of her mouth. She knew he hadn't, though, she'd been keeping an eye on you.
"No, no," you looked down, "thanks, by the way." Smoke poured out of her nostrils as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't mention it, honey," she sniffed, standing up and placing a hand on the counter. "We're gonna need more drinks," she added.
"I'll be right there," you nodded. Sevika was hard to read. Your feelings for her weren't too hard to decipher, you were ridiculously attracted to her and very afraid of her as well. On the other hand, you couldn't tell what she felt for you. Some days she'd act like you were hers and other days she would act like you didn't even exist. She would always deal with people who bothered you, though. You hadn't once felt unsafe since you'd started working at The Last Drop and met Sevika.
You gave a lady her drink with a wink before making your way over to Sevika's table. She sat at the same table almost every night, it was almost as if it had her name written on it. The men she played with changed every now and then, but she always stayed.
"Evening, boys," you greeted, taking the empty glasses and placing them on the tray balanced on your hand. A chorus of greetings was heard.
"Busy evening tonight ?" Tony, one of the regulars that played with Sevika, asked.
"Eh, not that busy," you waved your hand, "you've seen Saturday nights," you joked. Tony laughed, leaning towards you.
"So you're not too busy to maybe do something when your shift ends ?" he asked, batting his eyelashes at you. You laughed, shaking your head.
"I get off at two, Tony," you chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I can wait, y-"
"I'll take the same, honey," Sevika interrupted. You raised your eyebrows, holding back an amused smile.
"Right. And you boys ?" You jotted down their orders and made your way back to the bar. You prepared their drinks and started making your way back to the table when your colleague, Thieram, stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.
"Listen," He jerked his head over to Sevika's table. You frowned but did as he told you, straining to listen to what the people around the table were saying.
"Damn, Sevika why'd you have to cock block me ?" Tony groaned. You saw Sevika send him a look that would make many people's bones shake. Tony didn't stop. "I mean, I been tryin' to get with 'em for weeks now ! They even remember my name now, d'ya see ? I was this close to taking them home, I swear,"
Sevika shook her head, a cloud of smoke making its way past her lips. "They deserve someone better than you, Tony," The man hummed in agreement.
"Sure ! But are they gonna find someone like that 'ere ? Don't think so, I'm probably their best chance at an all right life 'round 'ere," he shrugged.
"Don't be so sure," Sevika growled. A smile lit up your face as you turned to Thieram.
"Told you she wants you," Thieram grinned, hitting your shoulder. You licked your lips and thanked him before making your way over to the table and starting set their drinks down.
"Thanks, baby," Tony grinned up at you. You offered him a smile as you placed her drink in front of Sevika, making sure to lean forward in her direction. You saw her eyebrows raise in the slightest and grinned. You served their drinks to the other men at the table and straightened back up.
"You need a ride home tonight, honey ?" Sevika asked. This was the first time she'd ever asked you this. She knew lived close by. You didn't know what kind of ride, or what you'd be riding at the end of your shift, but you accepted nonetheless.
"Uh, sure, thanks," You gave her a bright smile.
You heard Tony gasp when you walked away.
"What ?! So when you meant someone better, you meant-"
"Yep. Now shut up and play."
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Ambessa as a partner
Hello, I have decided to write for more characters. If you want to know, you’ll have to wait and find out because I’m still trying to figure it out myself. Thank you.
Ambessa is a passionate woman who has never been one to mince her words, so expect a large amount of open and honest conversations
If you two are in a relationship that has sex involved, there will be a very lengthy conversation about that before anything proceeds
She does not expect reciprocation, she just wants you to have a good time so there will be a lot of check ins
In a non-sexual context she is very in-tune with her partner’s emotions and she can read people so easily, but the people she cares about- it’s as easy as breathing for her
I feel that she may be possessive, but she would not kill anyone in the name of her partner as long as her partner wasn’t hurt
I know that there are headcanons that lean into her more brutal nature, but I personally feel that Ambessa is a woman with a very strict set of priorities, and that hierarchy will only change if she falls in love with a person
If her partner were to jokingly flirt with someone else, she would be more cold than normal. She is a grown woman and refuses to be treated like a teenager or have a partner who’s idea of fun is engaging in middle school manners and straight up disrespect
She understands that it is thrilling to get her attention in that way, but she will not care. She will take away her attention from you and take some time to herself instead. She will be clear about what she expects from the relationship and will distance herself for a day or two.
Within that time away she wants to see that her partner can own up to their behavior. She wants to see that her feelings will be heard and honored.
Now, if her partner was hurt, that would be a different story.
She would personally drop you off at a clinic with the best healers, and go and find the shithead who roughed you up. She will have them brought to y'all's (yes I am southern, no I do not have an accent) home and if you’re not too triggered to see the person who harmed you, then she will bring them before you and ask what you would like to be done to them.
She has an utmost respect for her partner, we can see in the show how affectionate and caring she it towards that little twink that follows her around. This leads me to believe that no matter what you say, she will respect it. If you ask for the person to not be hurt and just imprisoned instead, then that will happen. If you ask for the person to be murdered she will be happy to oblige.
Ambessa is a very caring partner who thrives off of physical connections.
She is very touchy and would love to have a partner who is just as physically affectionate as she is. However, she would be willing to accommodate her partner in whatever way they need if they don’t like to be touched that much. She loves kisses so much and wants to cover her partners face in them- you find it funny that she’s so open with affection when she is so physically intimidating
She’s also big on pet names, I think depending on her partner’s personality they will change. But, for her she likes to be addressed with a familiarity that not many others get to have with her.
She quite likes the term “my love” or “love”, simple but easily clear about how you feel about her.
In general I see this woman to really like giving her partner gifts- for me I hate receiving gifts outside of times when I expect to get them (my birthday, Christmas)- so if her partner likes gifts then that’s great, but if they’re more like me she would have to do a lot of adjusting to do
She likes to impress the people she cares about- not in a self-conscious way, just in a way that makes her feel especially special in their eyes (she loves compliments as well, she runs off of them)
She will let people in, but she is always weary. Constantly asking what they want, why they’re doing what they’re doing. What their intentions are, etc. And, eventually when her partner proceeds to impress her with the true intention to just get to know her better and be in her life, then she will allow herself to truly crack open
And, this is the point where she is willing to accept constructive criticism, influence (for example, if her partner was a bit of a pacifist, she would slowly start being less and less brutal, more likely favoring diplomacy over war)
Alright, that’s it for now. Have a lovely day, loves. And, be sure to take care of yourselves and stay safe.
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Patching Up Sevika After a Bar Fight
Pairing: Sevika x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, injuries, bruises, knuckle kisses, cocky Sevika, worried Reader
A/N: Coming in hot with Sevika goodness!
Sevika getting into fights at the bar or the streets was nothing new, but her having a dotting partner sure was
You kept a box of emergency medical supplies at home at all times
Seeing as you never knew when Sevika would get into fights it was best to be prepared for anything at any time
It didn't help that every time Sevika's response was the same, that she was tough, that it wasn't as bad as it looked, that she can just take Shimmer and be done with it
And yes, she could, but where would be the point in you being her partner if you couldn't be there for her when she needed you
You had to push her into a chair, which you guessed she allowed, in order to tilt her face up and get to cleaning cut on her lip and the one under her eye
Damn, must have been some fight, and you already feel sorry for whoever she beat up... well a little sorry
Normally Sevika would be bragging about her victory, hard to do when you look so worried about her
She leans her cheek in her metal hand, seemingly uninterested while you clean her cruises on her knuckles
Doesn't make a sound when you press tender, loving kisses on them before you bandage them up
She can't fool you, her hand flexes when she feels your soft lips on her rough skin, and it sure as hell isn't from pain, she's used to that
Tenderness? It's gonna take a little more time
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🕯️ — let me help you
SEVIKA X (FEMALE) READER
summary :
sevika comes back to you exhausted and injured from her usual risky duty while you prepared tonight’s dinner.
not letting her slide away from your healing hands, you take care of her in the sweetest way you knew.
this story contains no warning content ; blurb, 653 words.
As you cleaned the dirty knife from the vegetables you'd just cut, the sudden sound of the door opening quickly made you jump and stop your movements. Sevika's tall figure burst into the house, her heavy footsteps slamming on the hardwood floor and the door slamming once again again as she closed it behind her.
"God- Love, are you alright ?" the words came out of your mouth in fear. As usual, she didn't answer you and didn't even try to look at you, she was avoiding your gaze, again. Even if you should be used to seeing your girlfriend come home in this state, your heart was still beating so fast and, ashamed, Sevika didn't dare make an eye contact knowing what you were going to say.
"Vika, don't move." you tried to be gentle despite the strict order you gave her. Throwing the cutlery you had in hand in the sink, you ran towards her, throwing yourself on her by placing one of your arms around her waist and the other grabbing her arm which you slung over your shoulder while you escorted her to the sofa in your living room.
Making her sit down delicately despite her weight causing the sofa to sag suddenly, you resumed your run towards your bathroom grabbing your medical kit. When you came back to the living room, her face was still down and her eyes were barely open, obviously the result of her fatigue mixed with her pain. "Love ?" you whispered, holding her chin with your fingers and making her raise her head.
Every time her eyes pierced yours, your heart skipped a beat, and being able to read what they were saying to you right now made you bite your lower lip, holding back a sob. "Close your eyes. Breathe. Please" you plead, starting to apply the alcohol filled cotton ball to the new scratches on her face. You saw her take deep breaths, her hand coming to rest on the back of your knee, and you spent a good part of the evening like this.
"I didn't mean to scare you." Sevika ended up breaking the soothing silence that had settled. "I know, but it's not the door I'm worried about." you answered, making her quietly chuckle. "I am not going to repeat the same monologue. I just-" you stopped, feeling her grip on the back of your knee giving you a gentle squeeze. "I just want you to be safe. Let me help you." you said in a trembling voice, her hand coming to wrap around yours on her cheek.
Kissing your knuckles, her arm came around your waist and pulled you closer to her, kissing you deeply, your hand resting above her head and stroking her scalp. "Come here." she then asked, tugging gently on your wrist at her side. Sitting beside her, her head fell heavily on your shoulder, her human hand on your thigh.
"I cooked something, are you hungry ?" your arm embracing her shoulder again, you swayed slowly from side to side, rocking her. "Smells good. In a minute." she hummed, eyes completely closed. With the slowness of her sentences and her weight totally crushed on you, you knew she wouldn't get up, but you didn't care at all. "Of course." you reassured her, massaging her shoulder causing her to let out a relaxed groan.
As you predicted, a few minutes after Sevika's soft snores filled the room. Slowly pulling away trying not to wake her, you placed your palm under her cheek bringing her head to the sofa before sneaking off to your shared bedroom. Coming back with two pillows and a blanket in your arms, you turned off the lights in the room and made the sofa the bed of tonight. Stripping her of most of her clothes, you covered her body with the blanket, placing a kiss on her forehead, snuggling close to her chest.
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