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Sick (Pitiful) Sevika and You

fluff & suggestive themes — men & minors dni

Sevika would be such a baby when she got sick. You’d have to check on her every 10 minutes to make sure she wasn’t having a meltdown in bed. It bothers her so much that she isn’t able to get up and do things like usual, especially things for you. She’d be restless, tossing and turning in the early mornings. Her body rarely being able to find ease or comfort unless you came in to hold her hand and press a cold compress to her forehead.

“You’re going to be fine, my love.” You’d say as you brushed her slightly damp hair back gently. “Just let me take care of things, okay?”

Sevika would groan in protest, but her shortness of breath would only allow her to scoff ever so slightly. Which would then turn into a cough and you’d shake your head gently.

“Open…”

Sevika shook her head. “I don’t need that. I just can sleep it off and”

You would cut her off for the thousandth time that day. “I said open. You won’t get better without medicine.” Your hand cupped under her chin and angled her face up to yours. You could see the pitiful nature in her grey eyes as she wanted to deny you the pleasure of taking care of her for once.

In your free hand would be the small cup of red medicine. You’d raise it up to her lips and parted your lips in demonstration. “Aaa~” you’d chime.

“I’m not a baby.” Sevika complained.

“Then open up and act like a grown up.” Your eyebrow raised and you shot her a smug look. “Or no kisses.”

“No kisses?” She’d repeat to you.

You shook your head in confirmation.

“You’re evil!” Her voice carried in a half hearted shout before another coughing fit. You’d make sure to lean back, grimacing.

“Cover your mouth…wait!” you quickly tipped the medicine into Sevikas mouth and made sure she swallowed it. Sevika made a disgusted noise and slapped the small cup out of your hand.

“You’re sick!”

“How’s your throat now? Still scratchy?” You hummed and stood up from the bed.

A moment paused between the two of you and she squinted. Of course it was better. She wouldn’t ever outwardly admit that though, but you knew it was true by the way she’d settled back under the covers.

“Uh huh…” you laughed softly before squatting down to pick up the tiny cup. “You’re lucky you’re sick. If you smack the cup out of my hand like that again, who knows what punishments I’ll inflict after you’re better.”

Sevika grumbled under her breath and grabbed her pillow. “No kisses?”

Once you stood up straight you looked towards your poor sick girlfriend under a pile of blankets. “I’ll blow you a kiss instead. I don’t know if my mean girl deserves a forehead kiss right now.”

Sevika huffed softly as she watched you blow her a quick kiss. You knew under the blanket her hand reached to catch it. After a moment she rolled to her side and let out a relaxed sound as the medicine worked its magic.

a/n: tbh I’m just trying to push my pitiful/loser vika agenda and I will be heard !! sevika definitely would rather sweat out a fever than take medicine.

A fever you can’t sweat out…not correlated but why is Time to Dance and Lying the best songs on that album…like 🫢

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hey lestvika nation.......pspsps here's JazzSinger!Sevika x Lest

Just Stay…

Gf!Sevika x Black!Femme Reader minors and men do not interact or else i will kick your butt!

Synopsis: Sevika is hellbent on getting you to stay in bed with. She will do anything to try to make that happen.

CW: NSFW, tribbing, kissing, fingering and pussy rubbing.

As the morning sun started to rise through sheer curtains and kissed your skin, you lay there without a stir. Your body is sore, tired, and too preoccupied being acquainted with the satin sheets of Sevikas bed. Your bonnet was barely hanging in there, slipping slightly off the back of your head.

The bed shifted slightly and all you could feel was the side you were laying on sinking dipping with heavier weight. Sevika reached and pulled your bonnet up back to its rightful place. Her arm curled around your center and her mouth and nose pressed against the bare skin of your neck. A kiss ghosted the warmth of your skin softly.

“Stay…” her voice vibrated slightly against your skin, deep with the remainder of sleep that was in her body.

You stirred just barely and cracked open heavy lids. You felt another kiss move to your shoulder. “Mm- what time is it?” You knew you had to get back to your place, work didn’t stop for anyone. You really hadn’t even intended on staying the night. But, after a few drinks and a lovely cooked dinner by your dear girlfriend, the two of you ended up drunk in bed again. You were meaning to scold her for how much she let you drink, knowing you had work.

“Doesn’t matter.” Sevika reached for your hand that went to grab at your phone. “Just stay.” She said as she tucked your hand back under the covers. Her hand was free once again to pull you closer.

“I can’t stay, I have work today.” You said with what was supposed to be a stern voice but came out groggy and passive. “And you-“ you pointed your finger aimlessly in the direction behind you. “You knew that.”

“I did?” She feigned knowledge. “Call out..” Sevika began to trail soft kisses down the back of your neck, down the side, to the curve of your shoulder, and towards your arm. “Don’t make me beg.”

The sheets ruffled and you couldn’t help but let soft laugh escaped your body as Sevika moved you onto your back. Her body weighed you down, comfortably so, as she moved to lay on top of you. She was like a big teddy bear, a big muscular teddy bear. You rubbed her back gently and smiled as she clung to you like a needy cat.

“Sev, I can’t stay here all day.” She reminded her.

“You can.” You could feel her chuckle and move to kiss your neck again. “Don’t you have a hangover?”

“No, unlike you I actually drink water in between my shots…”

Sevika groaned and tucked her face back under your chin. “My baby is so responsible.” She closed her eyes and breathed you in. “You smell so good, please don’t leave. I need you to stay in these sheets forever.”

A warmth made itself apparent under your cheeks as you tried to stifle a smile. You wished she’d stay this way all the time, but the mornings were always her most vulnerable moments. You laid there quietly as she rubbed her arm against your side. Every now and then you’d go to reach for your phone and she’d swat at your hand gently.

“I’m starting to think you don’t appreciate my warmth, darling.” Sevika scoffed.

You rolled your eyes and sevika looked up at you.

“I love your warmth, but a woman has to work.”

Sevika continued her task of kissing you into staying with her all day. This time she started to suckle on the skin of your neck, nothing to make an actual mark but enough to make you moan softly every now and then. They were warm and precise. Your other hand that wasn’t stroking her arm had been locking in the gentle repetition of playing with Sevikas hair. It started to slip from the back of her hair to her shoulder. A soft sigh of relaxation left your full lips. Sevika gave a knowing chuckle as she continued to kiss lower. “Stay with me today…okay?”

You bit your bottom lip as the older one continued her burning kisses. The trail lead from between your bosom, down your tummy, towards the edge of your panties.

“Sev we can’t-“ you started but were soon cut off by the feeling of her teeth nipping at the skin of your tummy. “Hey!”

Sevika groaned and looked up at you from just under the covers. “I didn’t even bite that hard. You want it harder? Would that wake you up?” She threatened playfully before dipping back down.

You watched as she ducked under the covers. You could no longer see her but you could feel the wet warmth of her mouth as it pressed against your thin panties. You immediately shuddered and closed your legs. She took her arm and pried those pretty brown legs apart swiftly. “Fuck…you smell so good.” She nearly growled against the plush outline of your pussy in your panties. You could feel her nose press against the crack of them, inhaling your scent desperately.

“Mm…” you whimpered softly. “Stop talking like that..”

“Like what? I’m being honest…” her voice carried from under the blanket. After a beat her mouth made contact over the fabric of your soft mound.

“Ah~!” You moan out, your voice sweet like honey. “Ah…Sev I have to go-“ you shudder as Sevika moves to tear at your panties. “Oh you better not” you scolded as you lift the covers to see Sevika with part of your panties in her mouth and the other being tugged on by her one hand.

“Oh come on…” she purred and started to tear the fabric. You bristled and contemplated crunching her pretty little head between your thighs, but you knew she’d enjoy that end too much. Sevika completely ripped the fabric like a feral critter. The ripping sound of your panties should’ve pissed you off more but it only turned you on more. You attempted to scoot back from her to tease but she grabbed your leg.

“No you don’t…you’re mine.” Sevika said before pulling you back towards her and running her tongue over your soft folds. Before you could (weakly) protest, she was licking you slowly. Her hot tongue parted ebony waves as her name filled the air like a prayer. Your back arched slightly off the bed and your hand reached down once more to run your fingers through her locks.

“Oh god-“ you gasped and felt your insides do a flip as her mouth firmly planted itself around your throbbing bud. You let out a moan that would soon sweeten the prize for Sevika as she continued to delve and devour into you. Her large hand grabbed your thigh and pushed it back further, allowing more of you to be available for her.

You lifted your head off the pillow to watch. You didn’t even noticed your bonnet slipping off again, not that you’d really care at this point. You can’t help it, sleep swiftly leaving your body as the way she touches you makes you burst like a supernova. You coo out her name and it causes her to look up with those soft cool grey eyes. Her brows furrowed like a puppy begging for something from its owner. And she was begging. Begging for you to say her name like that, to coo at her your silky soft praises.

Her fingers slipped between quivering thighs and delicate dew slicked folds. The index and middle teased at your entrance in slow calculated moments. Pressing into you ever so slightly and immediately out. In, out, in, out. She was teasing at your needy entrance. You whined out her name again and let your head fall back against the pillow. Sevika panted against your soft mound as a thick string of drool trailed from it to her bottom lip.

The sweet nectar of your pussy was enough to make her drunk. Her fingers finally pushed into you, and you accepted them like a lovely gift. You reached for sevika as she pumped into you intensely but yet full of passion and attentiveness . Soft squelches and feminine whimpers filled the room, with the occasional thick groans from sevika. You managed to keep her up right as your hand gripped onto her side. She made her way up to your face once more.

“Fuck I love you…” she whined against your neck. “You’re so beautiful, so…fucking…beautiful-“ the bed creaked as she thrust against her own hand in easy syncopation. “Mine…your mine, tell me.”

“I’m yours! I’ll always be yours, oh my god!” You moaned out as Sevika started to pump fast. “That feels so good, you’re stretching me…” you nearly cried out in pleasure. Her fingers always filled you up, pressed into your most sensitive parts.

Your whole body was hot, burning even. The weight of her rested upon you as her thrusts moved your legs apart. You cupped at the back of her neck before you started to kiss at her plush lips. It was sensual and passionate the way you two kissed. Sevika always kissed you like she didn’t know how to control herself. Slow at first, both of your lips layering over one another perfectly. But soon she’d lose herself, her kissing became desperate to taste you. Her larger tongue skillfully slide with yours, taking space in your mouth. A moan erupted into the kiss once again.

“Sev please” you cooed as she thrust her fingers a bit quicker. Your hips move with her motions as well. “Sevika that feels so good you’re gonna make me come!” you managed to eek out in between paused moans and breathless gasps.

“Yeah? I can feel that you’re squeezing my fingers. Maybe if I press…here?” She curled those fingers up against that swollen little gland inside of you.

Immediately your shriek in pleasure and Sevika grins. It encouraged her to keep going, to drive her fingers into you like there was truly no day to be had. You gripped at her shoulder tightly as your thighs begged to close. Oh you are so close aren’t you? Sevika hips stuttered a little and her jaw clenched. If you weren’t so bleary you would’ve noticed how Sevika was grinding against you with every thrust of her hand, mimicking her truly being inside you. Her clit bumping against the fabric of her briefs with just enough stimuli to make her drip with arousal.

“I can’t wait. I need to feel you.” Sevika said roughly as she pushed the sheets off and climbed off the bed to tug off her underwear. .

You bit your lip as you watched her move with such urgency. Your body vibrated with excitement as you watched her climb back in bed and position herself between your legs. You couldn’t help but marvel as her body, her tight muscular waist, the small lines of veins that trailed down towards her beautiful happy trail. And her clit that poked out just a little more than yours. Sevika used your leg as an anchor to balance herself perfectly against your clit. Immediately she let out a moan as your hot centers kissed so perfectly. Your hand reached to grab her waist.

“You feel so perfect on me, Sev.” She looked up at her and encouraged her to start moving. The friction between the two of you came with ease. With every slow stroke, the way back caused both of your clits to rub together. You could see the way Sevikas abs flexed as she let out another heavy groan.

Her eyes laser focused on the way your lips parted to moan her name. The way your breath caught in your throat. How your breasts bounced slightly with every grind of her pelvis. You and her slipped against eachother lewdly. The bed creaked more and more the faster Sevika grind against you. She kissed your leg and calve as you dug your nails into her side.

“Mmm you gonna come baby? Yeah?” She chuckled as she watched your head lull to the side and your leg shake in her grasp. “Fuck you’re turning me on so much, pretty girl.”

“Yes! Please I’m so close!” Your body writhed under hers as she pressed into you more.

Her breath puffed against the skin of your calve as the two of you synced up. The two of you moaned together as the tension built up tension. “C’mon baby, give it to me…give it to me.” Sevika spoke to you with a sweet coaxing. That was all it took, your grip on her hip tightened and your hips bucked with Sevikas. A moan spilt from your lips and your hips rolled as your finished with your girlfriend. She was still riding out her orgasm with yours. Her hips slowed down eventually, every now and then there was a shudder. With heavy breath Sevika nearly collapsed on you.

She lifted her leg from yours and laid down beside you, her arm draped over your side. She had this satisfied/smug look on her face as she kissed your cheek. You turned to face her, still breathless. Sevika captured your lips in a soft and slow kiss. Your face blushed slightly when you tasted yourself on her lips. “Mmm, are you too tired to leave now?” She said as she nuzzled your neck.

“Mm, you’re so annoying..” you whined softly as she squeezed you tightly with her arm. “Are you happy now? I’m gonna be late..” but there was no anger in your words.

“I told you to call out.” Sevika replied as she leaned in for another kiss.

“Ah ah- that’s done.” You sat up and covered Sevikas mouth with your hand delicately. Her eyes darted up to yours and she held your wrist gently. She kissed your palm in slight apology. Your heart skipped a beat whenever she did little things like that. “I have to get to work, Sev. I’m serious.”

Sevika let your hand slip from hers and watched as you scooted out of her bed. Immediately she followed after you. Her gaze traced over your form, the morning sun warming the beautiful undertones of your brown skin. “There’s spare panties for you in the top drawer…” she said shyly as she grabbed the torn fabric from the spot where you previously laid.

“And don’t think I’m letting you slide after doing that.” You shot her a look before digging in the drawer.

Sevika got out of bed and swiftly tossed on some bottoms just so she could quickly help you get out the house. She helped you gather your bag and shoes. That’s one thing she enjoyed doing, being there for you — even if she was the reason you were going to be late. Sevika grabbed your slip dress and helped you get into it. When she pulled it over your shoulder and your faces met she kissed you on the nose.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

After a few moments you made your way downstairs where Sevika was waiting patiently. In her hand was a tumbler of coffee and a breakfast sandwich she made wrapped in tinfoil. She smiled to yourself as you approached her at the bottom of the stairs. Sevika had that soft but proud look on her face as she handed the two things off to you.

“Sorry, for making you late. I just hate to see you leave.” She said softly as she leaned down to kiss you once more. She stood straight once more and opened the door. You took a step towards the threshold.

“Thanks baby, for the coffee and sandwich.” You turned to head out and Sevika called your name one more time. You laughed and turned to face her. “What?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Oh you’re funny. In my disheveled clothes? I know you’re in love with me now.” She waved.

“Call me okay? When you get to work. And if your boss bitches at you just tell them you weren’t feeling good!” Sevika called after you. She was leaning against the railing of her porch now. She truly always had to have the last word as she watched you leave. It was bittersweet but she’d see you again.

“Alright alright!” She laughed again before getting into your car and pulling out of the driveway.

Sevika waved as you disappeared down the street.

It didn’t take that long for her to call you however. You clicked the button on the touchscreen of your car and answered.

“Hello?”

“I love you.” Sevika said to you tenderly.

You smiled. “I love you too.”

“You know you can always still call out and..”

“Yeah, no. Bye Sev.” you chimed before hanging up.

a/n - yipee I finally posted something !! and the crowd goes…wild hopefully! I hope people enjoyed this, please like/reblog if you so choose. I have like 30 fics that I’m working on but would also be open to suggestions

divider by @/steviebbboi

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young sevika for no reason

I need like a Sevika fic that feels like that cannibalism metaphor for love or whatever…

I lied again! My first sevika fic will be for black fem readers <: and you know you could imagine Mel there too I didn’t know which one to write for

I’m cooking rn so I think I’ll actually feel okay enough to post it

I'm sorry but I'm thinking of Sevika who dances with you with the slow music that plays in the kitchen as you cook, but for once, you want to let her explore her feminity so without telling her, you step out of the bedroom in a white shirt and black formal pants. Sevika's flabbergasted when you grab her waist, your hand interlacing with her flesh fingers. Blushing intensely, she grabs ahold of your shoulder gently with her metallic fingers, she can't even look you in the eye. Cute.

Should I write a fic on this on @littlelovelunette?

─── put it straight

content warnings: heavy angst, substance abuse (shimmer), violence, brief suggestive descriptions - read at your own discretion

summary: you break up with sevika. she falls apart.

wc: 1.7k

"i don't think love can change, how could all that passion change? you must be lying, but if you're not tell me you don't love me now if you leave me, i'll end up like this could you still leave me, even if i end up like this?" — (G)I-DLE. “Put It Straight (Nightmare Ver)"

Sevika tells herself she doesn’t need you. And if she ever did, she never will again. 

Forget everything. She’s good at forgetting. Since a tender age she’s become an expert at burying unwanted memories in the bottom of a bottle. 

Seven days since you left. Seven things to forget. 

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The first thing is the sound of your voice. 

She hears it everywhere. It's the hardest thing to escape. In crowded marketplaces, on the harbor, in her dreams. 

The last thing you said to her before you walked out the door. The words like stones sinking into water, disappearing into the murky depths, never to be retrieved. 

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t save you from yourself.”

When Sevika heard this, she had only laughed. What was it supposed to mean? Who said she needed to be saved? 

You were the one who didn’t understand. 

Your anger. The fear in your eyes whenever she stumbled home with the pink blaze in her pupils. She didn’t get it. She didn’t get the way your voice grew tight, the way your hands shook as you bandaged her injuries, wiped the blood from her face. 

If you were afraid of her, it would have been different. But it wasn’t that. You were afraid for her. 

She can’t eat, the food sticks in her throat. She can’t sleep, you return to her mercilessly, and sometimes you’re angry at her the way you were when you left, sometimes she wakes up with the ghost sting of your palm against her cheek or the sound of your voice still ringing in her ears. 

You said, “I can’t save you from yourself.”

In her dreams the words change. Now you’re laughing at her, hysterically, feverishly. 

You’re saying, “I don’t love you. I never loved you. I should’ve seen this coming.” 

She wants to tell you not to leave. Over and over again she watches you walk out the door, but she can’t say a word. Not a single fucking word. 

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The second thing is your touch. 

The way your tongue felt between her legs, the way you dug your nails into the muscles of her thighs as she ground herself against your open mouth, making sounds that she would have been ashamed to hear from herself if she weren’t so far gone. 

The way you kissed her, clung to her like she would save you. The way you wrapped your legs around her waist and planted kisses along the scars on her body, the way you whispered of her beauty into her skin, making her shiver. 

The tender way you held her at night, the way she lay her head in the pillow of your lap and let her eyes close as you stroked her hair. 

The feeling of your grip on her arm when you walked through the streets to keep up with her long strides. As if you needed her. As if you couldn’t stand to let her go. 

Sevika doesn’t look for it anywhere else. She doesn’t go anywhere near Babette’s. She can’t. Every face is loathsome because it isn’t yours. The very thought of another woman on her skin makes her nerves burn. 

She wants you, damn it, she misses the warmth of your back against her stomach when you were curled up against her. 

The silence of an empty apartment, the chill of an empty bed, is there anything worse than that? 

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The third thing is the rain. 

It was pouring in torrents the first night she had to sleep without you. The wind howled between the buildings and the thunder roared with a vengeance above the silent neon city. 

Sevika listened to the sheets of rain hurling against the grimy glass of the windows and wondered where you were sleeping. If you were thinking about her at all. If you had been caught in the rain, or if you were safe somewhere warm and dry. 

She tried not to think about the way you’d towel her hair dry if she was caught in a storm on the way home, saying sweet nothings, nagging that she’d catch her death even though both of you knew Sevika does not get sick. The laughs you shared as you ran the hot baths for her after a grueling day of shipments and warehouse checks for Silco. 

You would say with a smile, “Where would you be without me? Hmm?” 

Sevika doesn’t know. She genuinely doesn’t know. 

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The fourth thing is Shimmer. 

Before she met you, Shimmer meant nothing more to her than a necessity, a tool. Rip it through her bloodstream, make everything more efficient. 

When you were with her, it was the subject of every fight—she couldn’t understand why you were so hellbent on keeping her from using it, why you pleaded with her time and time again not to use it, why you insisted that anyone else could fuck themselves over with Shimmer for all you cared, just as long as it wasn’t her. 

“It’s killing you,” you would say. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I’ve got.”

After you leave, it becomes a lifeline. She keeps the capsules in a belt slung over her shoulder. Takes them with complete abandon. Three at a time in every fight just to feel like she was somebody, just to feel invincible the way she had before you came along and unravelled her, made her fall to pieces, then left the fragments on the floor. 

When she fights on Shimmer, she can leave herself for a little while. Never mind the comedown. Blood, everything is drenched in blood now. Blood on her hands, blood under her nails, blood staining her clothes, the tang of it in her mouth, the vivid blaze of it in her eyes, roaring in her ears. 

She becomes the monster you told her she was not. 

Without you, there is nothing to keep her human. Nothing tying the fragile organ of her heart to something real.  

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The fifth thing is pain. 

Maybe she’d gotten used to having you patch her up. Maybe she’d grown to take it for granted that there’d be someone to look after her when she stumbled in bloody and broken, head reeling with the comedown from Shimmer. Someone to force her to slow down. 

Now as she leans against the wall in the darkness of an alley, breathing through broken ribs, as she fumbles for the syringe of Shimmer that will mend the bones even as it poisons her blood, she tries not to think of you. She tries not to think of what you’d say, how you’d look at her. 

You were so kind. You were so kind to her. 

No one will ever care about her like that again. 

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The sixth thing is the loneliness. 

It doesn’t hit her as hard during the day, when she’s on her feet from the crack of dawn to nightfall, running jobs for Silco and keeping the goons at the harbor in check. 

Only when she finds herself on the floor of the apartment surrounded by empty bottles and hollow Shimmer capsules, only when she catches glimpses of her reflection, the haggard eyes and unwashed hair, does it sink in that you have left her and she is alone again. 

Have you moved on? Over and over again she wonders. Have you moved on already? Have you forgotten her already? 

Her devotion to you had always frightened her a little. The way you looked at her and seemed to see her. You saw her for who she was, you peeled back the layers of toughened skin until she stood bare and vulnerable before you. You saw beyond her roughness, her silence. You saw her—the cracks in her skin, the broken parts, the ugly parts, the hidden parts. Yet you stayed. 

She had driven you away, and she knows this. Back then it had seemed so easy. She had seen you as a distraction from the cause, she tried to tell herself that it was a good thing you left. 

Why, why, then, does it feel like something vital has been torn out of her insides? 

Why does it feel like something in her snapped when you shut the door behind you, why does it feel like she is constantly bleeding internally? 

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The seventh thing… The seventh thing is you. 

She needs to erase you, wash you away in the cruel waves of time. 

Even if it means leaving it all behind. The soft moments, the tender moments, the moments where she felt, even for a brief while, that she was something worthy of love. 

She works harder than ever. She doesn’t let herself sleep. She doesn’t go near the places she used to go with you—she doesn’t even walk through the Last Drop anymore, because that’s where you met her—she reaches Silco’s office by the back stairs. 

She drinks to forget, until your face begins to blur in her memory like a ruined watercolor portrait. She drinks to swallow the sound of your voice. 

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t save you from yourself. 

DON’T LEAVE. DON’T LEAVE DON’T LEAVE DON’T LEAVE, FOR JANNA’S SAKE DON’T LEAVE. 

She fights to feel something, taking on Silco’s assignments with cold, grim eagerness. The heat of Shimmer rippling in her veins. She becomes something else. Her vision distorts, her throat scraped dry from the yells of rage, her mech arm like a separate creature, insatiable in its bloodlust. 

I can’t save you from yourself.

Who said you had to? Who said who said who said? All you had to do was stay. 

This is all your fault. 

I don’t love you, I never did.

Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave. 

The body falls at her feet. The Shimmer drains from her arm. As it powers down she feels her body crumple. She sees the corpse, she sees the hollow eye of the moon above the buildings, watching her without comment. As she sinks down against the wall, as her consciousness begins to slip from her, she finds herself mumbling your name. 

She can’t forget. She will never forget.

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end note: i swear this was gonna end well but then it turned into a monstrosity of angst.. i'm so sorry. blame (g)i-dle. i've been listening to this song on repeat

Vaquero Sevika sketches I'm not gonna finish

Sevika would learn to do her black girlfriend’s natural hair so that their arms would not ache. I’m talking two strand twists, three strand twists, blow outs, box braids, Fulani braids, boho faux locs!!! Especially if they had 4C type hair, wash day would be handled by Sevika. Gone are the days you spend $80 on hair care with your hard earned coin on hair products!!! Sevika will get the right supplies and refuse to let you pay. I feel like she’d even put little accents of her favorite colors in it — maybe beads or little gold/silver wired pieces. She’d also definitely be concentrating hard core on the act of doing your hair. Don’t be shocked when she keeps shifting your head back into its proper position (maybe a bit too tenderly). She will kiss the top of your head apologetically after though.

Punk Sevika part 2. ✨

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Okay homos !!! I changed my mind and the first fic I will post for Sevika x reader will be vampire related !

and maybe will be built upon in the future depending on the reaction <3 plz stand by

Sevika angst/smut comin right up !! (Tonight)

smth quick

oh…my god ^^^^<333

— mess around [sevika]

part two

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating, dom!sev, sub!reader, inexperienced reader (with women), size kink, light domestic kink, cum kink, tribbing, cunniligus, fingering, PRAISE, pet names, finger sucking, aggressive husband, he threatens to shoot Sevika, drinking/r gets drunk, m/f sex mentioned very briefly, r has long enough hair to braid

a/n: hi! I don't condone cheating. this is only part one, there'll be several parts ;)

wc: 6.5k

The air was thick in the outskirts of the city on Saturday morning. You rose with the sun, ready for a long day of moving, especially without your husband. This was a rushed decision, moving into this house together. You believed that the house was too large, no single couples needed three bedrooms, but your husband insisted that it would be perfect when you two chose to begin a family in future. And, well, you listened to him. He was good at talking you into things you didn’t want to do.

The house bared down on you when you arrived hours later. The porch was long, stretching around the corners of the house, large double-doors beckoning to be opened. The jagged edge of the key in your hand dug into your palm the longer you looked at the home, and you decided to suck it up and go in.

Walking in, you were greeted by a large kitchen with expansive glass windows that looked over the fields that came with the house. It was truly a gorgeous house, you were simply unsure if it was the place for you. But it was too late, the house was already yours, and the keys jingled as you sat them on the counter top.

The moving trucks would arrive soon, but you allowed yourself a moment to breathe as you walked throughout the house, peaking in each room. The largest bedroom had windows that mimicked those in the kitchen, and against your best hopes, your husband had been right. The other bedrooms would make good nurseries. For now, one would be an office and the other would be a guest bedroom. But you could envision your future.

There was a loud whistle from outside, indicating that at least one of the trucks had arrived. You released a sigh and traveled back downstairs, opening the doors with a whoosh of warm air. A mover hopped out of the large truck and came over to greet you, shaking your hand and explaining what was going to happen.

As the movers began bringing things into the house, you observed the outside. Across the street was the only close house, which sat on miles of land just as your new home did. The other house was different, though. It had miles of fencing, caging in horses and sheep, and if you squinted, you swore you could see cows in a small barn far down on the edges of the land.

Because the movers didn’t need you yet, you decided to venture across the street and meet the new neighbors. You didn’t look your best, as you were dressed to move, and you didn’t have anything to give them when you greeted them, but it didn’t matter. You could always invite the family over for dinner in the future.

There was a pair of brown, ratty cowboy boots resting against one of the steps, which made sense for the area. You were against moving south, you didn’t enjoy the heat and you had never ridden a horse before, but your husband insisted. The boots were lined with what looked like generations worth of mud, caked into every crevice and line.

You knocked on the door, waiting a moment before it opened. What you weren’t expecting was to be met with the sternum of a woman in front of you. It took you a moment to look up, and up, and up, before you met her eyes. She had a sullen expression on her face, as if you had just ruined her entire day. You tried not to think much of it, and you barely could with the attractive nature of the woman.

It was just her height that made her large - no, the woman had muscle packed onto her more than anyone you believed to have seen in your life. She was in a white shirt and jeans that hugged her muscular thighs so tightly you worried the seam would rip. Her eyes were grey, and they contrasted against her darker skin. Her hair was short, pulled away from her face and her lips were downturned as she looked at you.

“Hi,” you chirped nervously. “I just moved in across the street, I figured I would come introduce myself,” you gave her your name, a dark blush of embarrassment gracing your cheeks. “You have a lovely home.” The woman’s lips quirked into a side smirk, and your face grew hotter.

“Sevika,” her hand reached out between you, and there was a beat between you before you realized that she was offering her hand to shake. You cleared your throat, enveloping her palm in your own. Her hand practically swallowed yours. “Seems like a pretty big house for one little lady, sugar.” She joked, glancing over at the house as she leaned her weight against the door frame.

“Oh, no, it’s my husband and I. He’s away with business until late tonight, so I’m moving what I can.” A disapproving look smeared against her face.

“He left you alone?” You nodded slowly, unsure of what she was getting to. She looked over her shoulder, as if to check if anything or anyone was in her house. “If you’d like some help, I ain't got any plans ‘til the evening.” Your heart lept in your chest. Everything about your body’s reaction felt wrong. You could’ve begged this woman for help.

“That would be lovely, actually.” You smiled, trying not to seem as nervous as you felt. Your heart was thumping loudly, you swore you were about to faint. Maybe it was from the heat, women never made you feel this way in the past.

“Let me get myself cleaned up and I'll meet you over there, darlin’.” Her accent was thick. You were going to die. You nodded, smiling, and turned back in the direction of your house. At least you wouldn't have to move alone.

-

Before you knew it, the clock was striking five, and the majority of your furniture had been moved where it needed to go. Sevika did all of it - most of the time you just stood there looking pretty and instructing her where to go. Sevika thoroughly enjoyed it. She noticed the gentle bite of your lip when she lifted something heavy, your eyes tracing down the lines of her arms. You hadn't initially noticed the prosthetic in place of where her left arm should be, but it only made her that much more interesting.

For lunch you made sandwiches and lemonade, forcing her to sit and take a break instead of continuing to work for you. “Y’r just sweet as cane, ain'tcha?” she had said, taking the plate of food. You chose to ignore the rush in your panties.

You both stood in the kitchen and Sevika was breathing heavily, catching her breath after moving a series of dining chairs into your new dining room for you. You came to her, gently tracing your fingertips over her bicep as you pushed up on your toes and kissed her cheek. “Thank you so much, Sevika. I greatly appreciate it,” you said with a soft smile, “and you’re so strong.” You squeezed her arm, taking in a sharp breath at how hard the muscle actually was.

“You’re very welcome, darlin’.” When she smiled, you noticed a gap in her teeth that you hadn’t seen before. It fit her face perfectly.

“Will you let me make you dinner for your trouble?” You turned around, reaching for the single cookbook that you had bothered unpacking, resting on the counter.

“You’ve worked far too hard to be bothered with cookin’ tonight, pretty girl. Why don’t you join me? I’m going to dinner with some friends. You’ll enjoy ‘em.” You pondered for a moment, but the answer was clear. You hadn’t actually wanted to cook, but you would’ve done anything she asked.

“That would be nice. How’s six sound? I should probably clean up.” You gestured down your body at your sweaty clothes. You could already picture what you were going to wear - there was a sundress in a box in your bedroom, maybe you could track down the pair of cowboy boots you wore to a concert once.

“Sounds good, sugarplum. Wear somethin’ pretty for me, yeah?” Heat rose from your chest and crept up your neck, finding home on your cheeks. Sevika didn’t fail to notice, she adored it. No matter what she said to you, you were blushing and stuttering.

You found yourself on Sevika’s front porch at six round, inevitably in the outfit you were thinking of earlier. Your hair was in a loose braid, with a bow at the end, and you believed that you looked cute, but it could be better. Nothing compared to the way Sevika looked at you when you knocked, though.

She was in the same thing she was already wearing, except with a jacket thrown over her white tee, a cowboy hat, and some matching boots. God, you could eat her up. “Did as told, I see.” She nodded towards you, hat dipping with her head. “We’re going to the best bar in town, you ain't got nothin’ to worry about.” She walked out of the house, locking the door behind her and leading you to her car.

“So, Sevika,” you began, once you were settled into your passenger seat. “Do you live alone?” you had wondered, since she gave up her day to assist you and offered to bring you to dinner.

“Yes ma'am,” she responded, small grin painting her face. “Got some livestock ‘nd a dog. ‘s all I need.” You nodded.

“Have you ever been married?” She didn't seem like the type to enjoy marriage, and she wore no ring. Maybe you just couldn't imagine her in a traditional marriage - what kind of man would a woman like her even be interested in?

She chuckled. “Nah, holdin’ out for the right one.” you smiled. Sometimes you wondered if you held out for the right one. You loved your husband, but your love often felt fabricated. Like you had to love him, like a requirement.

She pulled up to the bar, it was a ragly old place, with a crooked sign and some wood falling off, but it was pretty. It read, plainly, The Last Drop, and you wondered where the name came from, or how she came to find this place in the middle of nowhere.

She ushered you in with a large, warm hand on the small of your back, gently directing you towards a table full of people. They already had drinks, and you feared that somehow you made the woman late.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Sevy.” A woman quipped. She wasn't like anything you'd seen before - tall, long blue hair, and tattoos. She was gorgeous, quite a sight. “Who's your lady friend?” The woman looked over at you and winked with a smirk.

“Watch it, Jinx,” she retorted, taking a seat next to a woman with pink hair, and you took the one next to her. She introduced you to the group, and a small blush crept up your cheeks. In order, she introduced everyone around the table. “Jinx and I worked for the same guy a couple years back. He passed, but she still hangs around,” Jinx shot her a look and took a sip of her drink. “Ekko, her husband. Caitlyn and Vi, they're married.” You greeted each of them.

Being with Sevika was something you had never imagined possible. She ordered and paid for your meal and your drinks, and let you get as many as you wanted. You didn't exactly feel like you fit in with her crowd of people, they were a little rowdy and loud, but the company was enjoyable.

It was late when the first couple left - Jinx and Ekko, to go relieve their babysitter. Caitlyn and Vi left soon after, no particular reason. It left you a Sevika, and when she began talking to you, the amount of alcohol in your system finally hit you.

“Sevika,” you slurred, grabbing her arm as you looked up at her, “can I have your hat?”

Her cheeks warmed, dark blush finding home on them. “What’d’ya need my hat for, babygirl?” She chuckled, trying to play off her nervousness. Clearly, you didn't know how hats worked in bars.

“‘s pretty on you,” she was still laughing as she took it off and placed it on your head. And god, you looked good. Thoughts of filth coursed through her mind and she attempted to shut them down, with no luck. You were her married neighbor. She couldn't possibly be thinking of you in the way she was.

“Let's get you home, cowgirl.” She gently grabbed your upper arm, helping you off your stool. When you stumbled, she turned you around, your back facing her front as she grabbed your forearms and helped you walk.

You slumped against her in the car, head resting on her shoulder as sleep drew you in. You didn't get drunk often, but when you did, it always made you tired. Especially after a full day of work.

Your husband's car was in the driveway when you both returned to your neighborhood. Sevika pulled into your new, fancy driveway and quickly came to your side to assist your walk into your house. After a few steps, your husband threw open the front door, anger pouring off of him.

“What the fuck is this?” He yelled at Sevika, who simply looked at him. “What the fuck did you do to my wife?” He ripped you from her arms, making you hunch and your stomach twist. Sevika backed up, hands in the air like she was facing a cop.

“We went out for dinner and she had a couple drinks. I was just bringin’r home.” She insisted. Your husband didn't care - he was livid. In his mind, some woman that he had never seen before got his wife drunk and did god knows what to you.

“Get the fuck off my property and don't fucking come back or I'll shoot you dead.” He spat, dragging you inside. You looked over your shoulder, watching Sevika walk down the driveway, shaking her head. She got in her car and drove home, and that was the last you saw of her.

To your misfortune, you remembered none of what happened the previous night when you awoke. You remembered portions of dinner, some blurry faces, Sevika’s murmured ‘babygirl’, but nothing of the way your husband treated her. And he made no effort to enlighten you as to what happened -

So, for weeks afterward when Sevika avoided you, you had no idea why. You didn’t even know if she was avoiding you on purpose, maybe she was just a busy woman. Maybe the day she spent with you was a one time thing. But, your curiosity brewed every time you saw her at home.

You knew you had too much to drink that night, but you had never taken yourself for a sloppy drunk, or a mean one. That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have said or done something vulgar, but it was out of your character. Maybe she simply didn’t enjoy your company as much as you did hers. There were millions of options, millions of reasons as to why no words had been uttered since that day.

You were growing accustomed to your new life. Your husband went to work every day, occasionally went on a business trip, and you tended to the house. It wasn’t ever what you had thought your life would look like, or wanted your life to look like. But it wasn’t bad. It was relaxing, and allowed you freedoms that you didn’t previously have when you both worked and lived in a small city apartment.

And there was the other part. You were learning to tend to the house so that you were ready for when you were to bear children - something that your husband had insisted was coming soon, and therefore had suggested you begin trying. The night he suggested that was the night the pit in your stomach became unbearable. Trying for a baby? With him? You weren’t sure you were ready for that, or frankly wanted that.

It was a sunny, warm morning when you left to get the mail. Dew had settled in the grass, and the southern air was thick. You were in a nightgown, one of your favorites, that was outlined in lace, a nice pale yellow color. You had panties that matched, clung to your skin underneath the short gown.

Before you could turn to go back up the driveway and into the house, you noticed Sevika’s door opening, and there stood the one and only. She was in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a wifepleaser, slippers finishing the outfit nicely.

“Sevika!” You yelled from across the street, a wide smile as you raised a hand to wave. Her head snapped up from her mail, but before she could hide, you were making your way across the street. She wasn’t getting out of this one. “Sevika, hi! I haven’t seen you around, you must be one busy woman.” You joked. She smiled, demeanor softening.

“You could say that,” She responded awkwardly, knowing damn well she was not a busy woman, especially not if you needed something. “Was there anything else? Don’t need your husband gettin’ all pissy again, ma’am.” Your brows knit, confusion drawing itself on your pretty features.

Fuck. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have possibly known. You were so drunk that night that there was no way you remembered what happened, and now Sevika just dropped the bomb. “Whatever do you mean, Sevika?” God, you drew her in, sweet as honey.

“I best get goin’. Gotta feed the chickens.” She had already fed her chickens today, twice because she was so tired.

“No, Sevika. What do you mean? Did he do something to you?” Sevika sighed, throwing a quick glance towards your house to assure that your husband wasn’t home. His car was missing from the driveway, and that was all she needed to know.

“The night you came out with me you drank a lot, could hardly walk by y’rself. Brought ya home and he got angry, threatened to shoot me if I came near you again. ‘m not tryna get shot anytime soon, sweet thing.” Your lips parted, small gasp falling from them. Sevika prayed she never forgot the noise.

“Sev…” you paused, trying to formulate what you wanted to say to her. “I’m so sorry he did that. His temper can get the best of him sometimes, I promise he’s a good man. We don’t own any guns. How can I apologize?” Sevika envisioned a few ways. “How about dinner? Tomorrow? He’ll be out of town for a couple days, he’s taking the train up north. I’ll cook for you?”

Sevika was blushing. Sevika never blushed. “Miss, you ain’t gotta do all that for me.”

“No, you deserve it. You must come. Tomorrow, six, please?” Your eyes softened as you looked up at her, and she would’ve moved mountains to give you what you wanted in that moment. But luckily, it was a lot easier than that.

“If you insist,” she said with a small smile, “I’ll be there, sugar.” You grinned, clapping your hands twice. “I like steak, if you’re willing.” She swore she saw your smile widen.

“Perfect, I have just the recipe. I can’t wait, I’ll see you tomorrow, Sevika!” You said eagerly, as you began walking back to your house, tossing her a wave over your shoulder.

The longer you thought about it, the more the situation angered you. Sevika was doing you a favor, a noble one at that, just to be treated like shit by the person that was supposed to protect you. Everything she said made the idea of having a child with this man less and less appealing. You hardly acknowledged him when he returned home that night, and hardly bid him farewell when he left in the morning. It was tough to look at him.

It was late afternoon when you got the food in the oven and began getting ready. You didn’t know whether this was formal or not, so you chose something in the middle. You chose a simple half up, half down style, bringing the top of your hair into a pretty bun and leaving the rest down to curl. You did your makeup, then went through your closet, trying to find something that matched the appeal you were trying to convey.

Part of you wanted to put on something that your husband would hate; a pair of jeans and a top, or even something casual. But the other half, and the half that won, begged you to dress yourself in something attractive. Something that would draw her in, making her look at you, in the ways your husband never did.

The thought was terrible, obscene even. You had never even begun to think of someone in the way you were thinking of Sevika now, especially while married. It was awful. And then you remembered what he did to her, what he did to you. How he made you move hundreds of miles from your family and quit your job to play house.

You chose a dress that was shorter than anything you believed to have ever dressed yourself in. It hardly covered your ass, and it was slutty. So very slutty, so unlike you. And you liked it. You liked the way it hugged your figure, made your boobs look fuller and your hips wider.

The dress was strapless and white, coming in at the waist and flaring slightly until it ended. You added a white bow to your bun for good measure, and a pair of white kitten heels that opened at the toe. Confidence was a drug, and you were addicted.

The oven rang moments before Sevika knocked, right on time. You took out the food and set it on the counter, tossing your oven mitts to the side to get the door. When you opened it, Sevika drank you in like a tall glass of wine. Her eyes moved along you slowly, as if she was trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. She followed the line of your dress, eyes falling on the over-exposure of your thighs, and they paused there for a moment.

And her mind was running wild.

“Hi Sevika,” you greeted, cheeks warmer than they had ever been. This was terrible, disgusting. And it was going the exact way you wanted it to. “You look nice.” She did. She was in black slacks and a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, short sleeved button-down thrown overtop. It was cropped just the right amount, ending where her slacks began. It had a gorgeous pattern of red and black and white, and it was as if your minds had thought the same, and here you were matching.

“If I’m nice, you must be world-stopping.” She said, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckle. “The food smells great.” Her eyes were addicting. You simply couldn’t draw yourself away, even after it had been several beats since she spoke.

“Do come in,” you opened the door wider and she stepped in, engulfing the doorframe. “I just need to plate the food and we can eat. Feel free to sit.” She did as told, taking a seat at the small table while you plated the food. You placed her plate in front of her, but she was too busy watching the way you worked and moved around the kitchen to bother looking at the food.

“You didn’t have to do all this, sugar. Seems like a lot of work.” You chuckled.

“It’s truly not. If anything, it’s routine. My husband has me staying home now, tending to the house. I cook a lot. You’re the first person I’ve had over in quite some time.” You took your place, smoothing out your dress. Sevika looked surprised at your remark.

“If I had a woman as pretty as you I would take her everywhere. Show’r off to the world.” Your mouth was agape again. Your husband never said things like that to you. It made your skin warm and your stomach flutter.

Realizing that you had been staring at her for a moment, you averted your gaze, dropping it to your plate in embarrassment. “You’re very nice, Sevika. You know how to talk a woman up.” She grinned, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs into a, somehow, sexy manspread. You never found the way of seating particularly attractive, but when she did it, you had several thoughts about it. Positive ones. Dirty ones.

“It’s working, then?” Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, she was speaking again. “You should eat, sugar. Food’s gon’ get cold.” She was smirking, and when you looked down at her plate, she was all but finished. You wondered how long you had been entranced by her, if it meant that more than half her food was already gone and you had hardly started.

You ate quickly, almost choking at the rate at which you stuffed your face. She was finished before you, and wasted no time taking her dishes to the sink and beginning to clean them. When you were finished, you shot up, hurrying over to her and gently pushing her to the side. “You’re a guest, you don’t have to clean your own dishes, that’s rude.” You joked, taking her plate from her hands.

“I’m a capable woman, babygirl. I can clean my own plate, I do it every day.” You shooed her hands away as she reached for her plate, until she was grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the counter, human hand holding your wrist while her mechanical arm trapped you against her.

When you looked up at her, your clit started beating. She was looking down at you, low eyes painted with displeasure. “Let me help you, angel. It won’t kill ya.”

The feelings swirling within you were nothing you had ever felt before. Your body was on fire, you were surprised that your wrist wasn’t burning Sevika’s large palm. Her body heat was radiating into you, and you could feel the meat of her thighs against yours, and the curve of her hips as they kissed your own. Your panties were wet, your thighs were sticky, but you were sure it was sweat.

“Sevika…” You whispered, but any additional thoughts were cut off by the harsh press of her lips to yours, the force pushing you against the sink even harder. Your eyes widened for a second, but quickly fluttered closed as your body accepted what was happening and leaned into it. You  pushed off the sink, pressing your front against hers. She let go of your wrist and your hands found purchase on her neck, pulling at her short hair.

She moaned softly into your mouth, grabbing your hip with her human hand and pushing your hips against the sink so your back arched a little further, tits pushed against hers. Her lips attacked yours, tongue dipping into your mouth and sucking, pulling noises out of you that you had never heard before.

You pulled away, admiring her flushed face and swollen lips. She was breathing heavily, and the look on her face dropped into terror as she realized what she had done. “I’m so sorry, ma’am.” She backed up, releasing you from your spot against the sink. “Gods,” she rubbed her hands over her face, “I just kissed a married woman in her husband’s home. I should leave.”

“Don’t.” You came to where she was standing, softly grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face. She was scared, looking at you. Scared of what could happen. Scared of how it would be if it didn’t happen.

Slowly, cautiously, you pressed up on your toes and pulled her in for another kiss. And she was lost. Gone, forever. There was no returning from this.

She grabbed your ass, lifting you easily onto the counter as she continued kissing you. Her body was hard and hot and calling you, and the way she dragged her hands up and down your waist, carefully flicking her thumb over your nipple made your panties drenched. “Do that again,” you whined, arching your tits towards her.

“Do what, sugar?” She played coy, letting her hands rest on your waist. “This?” She ran her human hand up your side and flicked her thumb over your nipple again, craving the moan that fell from your lips. “Tell me, sugar, was it this?” She pulled the top of your dress down slowly, giving you time to interject. But you didn’t, and she made quick work of removing your bra.

She left wet, hot kisses down your chest, lips latching around your nipple. She sucked hard, making you cry out and grind your hips in the air. She could’ve made a snarky comment about that, she desperately wanted to, but the way your body reacted to her mouth on your perky nipple was too compelling.

Once she had given both of your tits equal attention, she stood back up and met your eyes. “Y’r gonna have to tell me where this is goin’, baby. ‘m not goin’ any further until you tell me with words.” Your head fell against her chest, panting.

“Please, please fuck me, Sev.” With a soft ‘fuck’, she lifted you off the counter, your legs locking around her hips. She carried you down the hall with your instruction, kicking the door closed and locking it before placing you on the bed, gingerly.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, mama.” She pulled it down, waiting for you to lift your hips so she could finish the job. Before she could admire you, you were grabbing her by her t-shirt and pulling her on top of you, kissing her once again. Nothing in the world was better than this.

“Sevika,” you moaned as her mouth was reunited with your boobs. “Take off your shirt.” She did as instructed, losing her button down and t-shirt in a few short motions. It left her in her slacks and a sports bra, a great look for her. She stood at the end of the bed, and she grabbed your ankle to pull you down with her. Your ass was on the edge of the bed, and your legs were propped up, spread wide.

“Fuck,” she looked over your body, then threw her head back and shut her eyes. This was wrong. It was awful. You’re married. But the way your panties sat high on your hips and had a noticeable wet spot in the middle was enough to waiver her thoughts.

“Sevika,” you said, weakly. “What do we.. do? I’ve never done this with a woman.” She chuckled a little, sinking to her knees at the edge of the bed, so that her face was level with your cunt. You could feel her warm breath against you, and it made you shiver.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, angel. What happens next is up to you. But I need my face in y’r pussy.” She looked up at you as she painted your thighs with kisses, occasionally stopping to suck on the skin. She was careful, she didn’t leave any marks, but she adored having your skin in her mouth. She adored having you in her mouth.

You weren’t prepared for her first lick against your cunt. She licked a fat strip from bottom to top over your panties, and you reeled, arching into it and bringing your legs together. She placed both of her hands on the insides of your thighs, forcing them apart. “You’re gonna keep these open for me, ain’tcha, sugar?” Weakly, you nodded, relaxing and allowing your legs to fall apart.

She continued eating you over your panties, sucking at your clit until you weren’t sure what was from you and what was her spit, everything was drenched. She sat up, reaching for the waistband of your panties. Instinctively, you lifted your hips, and she smirked as she pulled them down. “Good job, darlin’, knew exactly what I needed.” Your stomach flipped, and you were sure you were dripping.

Sevika was looking at you like you were prey and she hadn’t eaten in a month. Your cunt was glistening, and you were practically dripping onto the bed. And it was all for her. “Well, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, mama.” You whimpered, entrance clenching at her words, and she could fucking see it. See the way your body reacted to her. She could’ve died a happy woman, right then and there.

She was on her knees again in an instant, tongue finding your clit and sucking. She did all sorts of magical things; twisted her tongue around the bud, flicked it with her tongue, sucked like something would come out if she did. You were practically crying at what she did, it was overwhelming.

Your husband had eaten you out before, several times. He claimed to like it, but it was never quite right. It was never like this. Not when Sevika placed a kiss on your clit and slipped her tongue in you, wasting no time fucking you with her tongue. Her mech hand came up and pinched your nipple, the cool metal feeling like heaven against your overheated skin.

“Sevika,” you cried, fingers winding in her hair as her tongue worked. You were getting close, she could tell. Your clit was twitching and you were clenching around her tongue, but she kissed her way back to your clit and pressed a cautionary finger against your entrance. “Sev, fuck, Sevika, please fill me up, please,” Sevika let out a deep moan into your cunt, her own clit begging for attention.

She kept her mech hand on your nipple while she slowly slid her middle finger into you, stretching you more than your husband’s fingers ever did. She took it slow, going knuckle by knuckle until you bottomed out on her finger. She didn’t rush you, letting you adjust to the feeling of her thick digit inside you before moving.

The feeling of her tongue on your clit and her finger against your g-spot had you crying and whining, begging her for more, more, more, until she gave it to you. She introduced another finger into the mix, letting her ring finger enter you at the same pace as the other.

Two fingers and her tongue must be heaven. She knew exactly what to do, and you were absolutely going to cum. Over and over, at that. She lifted up for a moment, not relenting with her pace. “Come for me, darlin’. Let me have it.”

The knot in your stomach released and all the tension in your muscles relaxed, letting your orgasm flow through your body. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped her hair tightly, the waves of pleasure more intense than any you’d felt before. She made sure she had you coming for as long as she could, unrelenting in her pace until she had milked every drop from you.

You were panting, and you let out a practically pornographic whine when she retracted her fingers from you and stood up, leaning over you. “Open y’r mouth, baby. Stick out your pretty tongue.” Her fingers were quick to breach your lips once your mouth was open, and you shut it around them, sucking your cum off her digits.

Her clit hurt. It was beating so hard, and watching you suck her fingers just made her go even more crazy. She pushed your limits, forcing her fingers further down her throat to see how much you could take. And to her surprise, you took them to the base with no problem, and it made her desperate to see her strap down your throat. “That’s my good girl, ain’t it? Suckin’ me so good.” You moaned, but it was muffled around her fingers.

The hat resting on your closet door handle caught her eye, and a malicious idea bloomed in her. “I want you to ride me, angel. Needa’ come on your pussy.” You sat up, watching her as she grabbed her hat from the closet handle. She tossed it to you and unbuckled her pants, pulling them from her body inch by inch until you got to see all of her. Her boxers came off next, and it was such a sight.

She plopped down on the bed, and you looked at her expectantly, waiting for further instruction. Her legs spread, and she lifted one of them to make space between them for you. You made assumptions, hovering between her legs and glancing over at her. “Ride me, cowgirl. Go until you feel good.”

It took some maneuvering for you to find an angle that worked for both you and Sevika, but when it did, it was earth shattering. Her clit against yours felt like you had been blessed by God, and her wetness seeping into yours felt like she could get you pregnant. She was groaning beneath you, humping you like some kind of fucking dog, and it was the best thing ever.

She reached over and grabbed her hat, placing it on your head. “That’s it, that’s my cowgirl, ain’t it? Fuck, you ride me so well, baby.” You came down harsher against her, the feeling too good to be slow or soft.

“Nnghh- vika,” that is what got Sevika over the edge. Hearing you moan that nickname like a fucking pornstar had her gripping your hips and holding you in place as she fucked up into you and came all over you, whimpering like a bitch in heat. A string of curses fell from her pretty lips before she released your hips and let you chase your second orgasm, one that had you falling onto her chest, unable to move from your fucked out muscles.

After a couple minutes she gently brushed your hair away from your face, admiring your beauty.  You groaned softly, sitting up on your elbow to meet her eyes. “That was really good.” You said, softly. “What if you stay the night?” Sevika shook her head, crawling out of the bed.

“‘m sorry, sweet thing. I don’t feel right stayin’ here after fuckin’ you. ‘s not fair to y’r husband.” You pouted, remembering his existence, to your misfortune. Sudden emotions flooded you as you watched Sevika dress; you just cheated on your husband, and had sex with a woman. Not just any woman - your neighbor. That you would have to see, every day, for the rest of your time living in this neighborhood.

She pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and you let your eyes flutter shut, you let yourself enjoy it before it was wrong. “Bye, Sevika. I’ll see you at happy hour next week?” She smiled softly, knowing she would do anything and everything in her power to be there for you.

“Absolutely, babygirl.” And with that, she was gone.

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I finished my ex gf Sevika story mwahahaha

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mwahaha my Sevika angst/smut is nearly complete mwahahahahahahahahah

I want to write about Sevika but only in like an AU where she cant pull any hoes. Like she's got no game! She's gotta be still that stoic vibe, but when she speaks its like awkward and slightly confused...It'll most likely be a modern universe in an...meh undisclosed time ?? idk...i just...i need her