⋆ Ambessa Headcanons But It's A Modern Au & She's A Ruthless Business Mogul.

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I swear to god if people don’t start finishing their multi part fanfics IM GOING TO GO INSANE!!!!!!

okay i fear i enjoyed writing about older!sevika too much so here’s more i guess!

sevika x fem reader

cw: fluff and a tiny bit of smut, age gap, modern setting, sexting, sevika is old bless her heart

older!sevika is so bad at technology it’s insane. she’s gen x, okay! she didn’t grow up with it like you did! it takes her forever to figure out apple carplay in her truck. once she does she plays the playlist you made her every time she drives.

she has no profile picture on spotify and her username is ‘Sevika123456’. you’re her only follower.

older!sevika gets so awkward when you take pictures of her. she’ll turn her head away or cover her face whenever you get your phone out.

“baby, no pictures please. i don’t wanna be on your snapchats or whatever.”

“it’s just for my camera roll, sev, relax. smile for me, handsome. so cute!”

older!sevika has a framed picture of you two in her office at work. (thank you to my friend who said modern sev would be a psychologist bc im obsessed)

one of her clients asks about ‘the girl in the picture’ after a session. she goes twenty minutes overtime gushing about you to her client who literally doesn’t care at all.

older!sevika still has cable and refuses to get rid of it. CNN is the default channel of her tv. she doesn’t understand paying for a million streaming services even though she pays for like…so many channels that she doesn’t even watch.

“look, sweetie. i recorded all the episodes of your favorite show for you. can netflix do that?”

“yes, sevika. netflix absolutely does that.”

older!sevika doesn’t understand any of your niche internet references. if you’re hopelessly chronically online like me, you are constantly quoting the most random shit.

she tried on a suit for some event for you once. you looked at her and said “who is the diva?” and poor sevi was so confused :( she has no idea what all that means.

older!sevika has a piece of masking tape over her laptop camera because she’s convinced that the government is watching her.

when she gets an add for something online that she was talking about the day before, she’ll immediately tell you that the government heard her.

older!sevika freaks out when you start sexting her randomly. she’s hella confused at first but sorta gets it after a while.

‘i’m touching myself thinking about u sev :/ i miss ur body so much’

‘Wow! 🔥🤤 I will be home soon.’

‘were the emojis really necessary’

in conclusion older!sevika has my fuckin heart🤍 i’m so in love with her it’s insane

Guys, sevika fucking you on the couch where she usually gambles. The red light, the secluded area...cmmon...

Warnings: tribbing!! and uhhhh, top!Sevika?

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It was way past midnight already, but the streets of Zaun are never asleep. You know, because you're walking behind the broad back of Sevika as she escorts you to...someplace.

The few people you cross make a large bow around you.

"Where are we going?" You ask the broad back but there was no reply.

You keep walking down alleyways until you finally stop infornt of a shut garage door.

"Ok, what-", you start, suddenly rethinking your delicious to follow a strange woman out of a bar to an unknown location.

She was a gorgeous woman with a smile that made your knees buckle and a voice that made your pretty panties wet, so you'll just blame the poor decision making on hormones.

Sevika pulls up the garage door with her mech hand, the metall creaking and moaning.

"Ladies first", she gestures into the room behind the metal wall.

You take one more deep breath and internally cross your fingers that you wouldn't be murdered before stepping into the room.

The room was mostly empty, except for a couch, a few boxes and, what you would assume, a makeshift coffee table.

"Cozy", you chuckle as you walk further in, Sevika following close after. She shuts the metal door and now you were alone, truly alone with her.

"So-", before you could continue she turns on the light, and the room is drowned in a red colour.

Your heartbeat spikes. You knew what was coming next and so did your clit, already twitching at the thought of what Sevika might do...

"Have you ever done this pretty lady?", she chuckles as she watches your nervous expression.

She takes heavy stides to the couch and let's herself down gently, legs spread and arms splayed across the back of the couch.

Open. Inviting. Giving you an out.

But you didn't want an out. You wanted to feel her skin on yours, want to feel How she heats up as she fucks you.

And that mech hand did....something... to you.

"Followed a stranger into an alley and then into a secluded place?", you chuckle, letting your bag slowly slip off your shoulder, resting it against the coffee table.

"You scared?", she smirks at you, her grey eyes glinting with mischief.

Your breathing stalls as you take her in fully. The piercing beneath her bottom lip, her short hair. The way her skin reflected the red light, making her the epitome of sex appeal.

No, you weren't scared, you were fucking soaking through your panties.

"Take a guess", you hum as you walked over to her. Your heart was still hammering inside your chest but you tried your best to ignore it.

"Tell me what you wanna do, mamas", she sits up, her hands cupping the back of your knees as you stood between her spread legs.

"Gonna treat you right."

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Her clit rubs against yours, squelching, her hands griping your hips and the couch as she rubs her pussy against yours, bush making sure for more friction.

She pinches your nipple as she bends down to suck the other one, grinning at you as you completely go stupid, babbling incoherent string of words.

"She's crying for me baby. No ones ever treated her as good as I am, hm? Cmmon, mamas, tell me. Promise I won't tell", she chuckles as she rubs her clit harder agaisnt yours, her own breathing becoming labored. There was a sheen of sweat across her skin, mirroring yours.

Her breathing gets more erratic as she gets closer to the edge.

"Sevika-", you repeat her name like a mantra as the elastic band in your abdomen stretches tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

"Fuck, Sevika, feels-", your hand presses against her abdomen but she doesn't stop. Quite the opposite. She adjusts her legs, pressing agaisnt you in a different angle, pressing her clit harder against yours.

You let out a sob at the friction. Her clit accidentally rubs against the left side of your hood, an especially sensitive spot, finally making that band in your stomach snap and your cum gush out of your empty hole, dripping down your ass and against Sevikas cunt.

You cry out, eyes squeezing shut as your back bows off the couch, pushing your titts out. Sevika keeps grinding, pushing you to overstimulating, making your hips buck uncontrollably as you try to pry away from her pussy and firm grip. But she just grabs your waist and hip tighter, pulling you back with little to no resistance.

"Mhm, such a good fucking girl", she mumbles, her eyes locked in between your thighs, watching her clit grind against yours and your cum mix together. Her hair falls over her eyes as she looks down on you, a bead of sweat running down her jugular and between the valley of her titts.

"Just a bit more, can you do that for me, mamas?", she says between gritted teeth, getting so close.

You usually hated being called mamas, but with Sevikas voice uttering the word to you, it only gets you wetter.

The sofa cushion beneath the both of you definitely had a wet patch from your combined essence.

"Se- Sevika", you whine her name as she keeps moving her hips, grinding more aggressively the closer she gets. Squelching and heavy breathing fill the room, making your cunt clench and twitch around nothing.

Tears brim in the corner of your eyes, the sensation between your legs bordering on too much.

"Fuck, Sevika-", you cry out as you suddenly cum again, your nails digging into her shoulders, leaving red crecent marks in your wake.

"Yeah, doing so good, baby. I'm almost-", she cuts herself off with a groan, burying her face in your neck as she cums. Her body twitches, her grinding slowing down as she makes both of you ride out your orgasms.

Her breath puffs against your ear, making your pussy clench against nothing again.

You pull her flush against you, relishing in the pressure of her weight on you. Your combined breathing fills the room, as well as the smell of sweat and sex. It was weirdly comforting, even in the red light. But it didn't take long for Sevika to pull away. "You doing alright?", she asks, and as soon as you nod, she's back up on her feet and getting dressed, leaving you naked on the couch.

"Oh, uh-", but she doesn't let you finish.

"Just let yourself out when you're dressed. I still have some work to do", and with those last words, she puts on her cape and opens the garage door before disappearing into the night.

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Need her badddddd guys....also here's the smut I promised or wtv...

Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2

Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesn’t take kindly to others that try to take you away from her

when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning

teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat

ended with both of you making out on the practice mats

gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present

all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands

Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesn’t like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!

and you also don’t like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity she’s grabbing that thing like a vice

uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10

eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste “like cardboard”

the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling

one of Sevika’s love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas

seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more

she got your nickname “peach” because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)

if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.

when it’s just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup

i believe Sevika doesn’t get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses

Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them

all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldn’t she her like that anymore

you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?

Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.

“Get out…”

“Peach, please I—“

“Get the fuck out Sevika!”

she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silco’s office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey off Shimmer

remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry

once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didn’t grasp how much she actually needed your love

it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent “prove me wrong”

you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevika’s attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers

Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny

but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused

when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips

“Fuck me like you mean it, ‘vika! Make me your woman again.”

Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take

you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water

even if the sun never warmed the underground it didn’t matter to her. because the sun couldn’t ever bring her life like you did

Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.

you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.

“I quit Shimmer.”

you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.

“Good.”

“Love you, doll.”

“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”

and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke

Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy

Ok PLEASE hear me out but Sevika x reader where Sevika does something really fucked up but she doesn't realize how bad it was and thinks reader is just ignoring her because she's being dramatic and bcs they're both stubborn they don't talk for weeks until Sevika is sick of it and rants to Ran probably and she tells sev like "dude.. you fucked up bad bro" and since Sevika is just so desperate for r's attention she does the most dramatic apology every with flowers, all of r's fav stuff, probably even a hose Ran insisted on holding to make it look like she's in the rain (r notices and says hi to Ran) but um yk if you'd like ofc

Messy But She Tries

Contains angst

Toxic!Sevika x Fem!Reader

The night Sevika betrayed you was the night she proved she didn’t trust you.

It had started with an accusation—one she hadn’t even given you the dignity of hearing first.

Instead, you had walked into The Last Drop to find her sitting at a corner table, drink in hand, watching you like a predator waiting for you to step into the trap.

Her grey eyes had that cold, assessing gleam, the one she used when she was deciding whether or not to throw a punch.

“You got something you want to tell me?” she asked, low and even, but something in her tone made the hair on your arms rise.

“What?” you frowned, stepping closer.

She exhaled, shaking her head like she was disappointed.

“Word is, you’ve been talking to the wrong people. Piltover types. Enforcers.”

You froze. “What?”

Sevika leaned forward, flexing the fingers of her mechanical arm. “Funny, right? ‘Cause I could’ve sworn you weren’t that fucking stupid. But here we are.”

Your stomach turned. “You think I’d—”

“I think you’re gonna tell me the truth before I have to make you.”

And that was the moment. The moment you realized she had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t asking. She wasn’t looking for clarity. She had set a test, and in her mind, you had already failed.

It didn’t matter that you had never even looked at an Enforcer, let alone spoken to one. It didn’t matter that you had stayed at her side, through every close call, every late night, every fucking wound you’d patched up after her fights.

None of it mattered.

“Wow,” you laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was hollow. Bitter. “So this is what you think of me?”

Sevika didn’t flinch. “I think I need to be careful about who I trust.”

You clenched your jaw. You could see it in her face—the way she was already shutting down, closing herself off like this was just another job.

Another problem she had to eliminate.

“Then don’t,” you said, your voice quiet. “If you think so little of me, don’t trust me. But just so you know, you can take all those allegations of me, stick them up where the sun don't shine. I am done.”

For a second, just a second, you thought she might say something else. That she might take it back. But instead, she picked up her drink and took another slow sip, watching you over the rim.

Cold. Detached. Like she didn’t care.

Like you didn’t matter.

You walked out.

And she let you.

The first few days were the worst.

You kept expecting her to show up. To stop by your place, lean in the doorway with that cocky smirk, and say something half-assed that wasn’t quite an apology but was close enough to mean she wanted things to be okay.

But she never came.

You used to complain about how she smelled like cigar smoke and metal, how her body heat was too much sometimes—but now?

Now the bed felt too big. Too empty.

And she?

She was fine.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered under her breath, slamming her glass onto the bar.

“You’re in a mood tonight,” Ran drawled from her spot beside her. She leaned back, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Let me guess. This have anything to do with that poor girl you ran off a few weeks ago?”

Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose. “Not talking about it.”

“Uh-huh.” Ran took a slow sip of her drink. “Funny, ‘cause you sure as hell won’t shut up about not talking about it.”

Sevika shot her a glare, but Ran just grinned.

"Look, I'm sick of ignoring her," Sevika finally admitted, rolling her drink between her fingers. “But I’m not crawling back, either.”

Ran snorted. “Dumbass, that’s exactly what you need to do.”

Sevika scowled.

“You accused her of snitching,” Ran reminded her, as if she needed the fucking recap.

“Your GIRLFRIEND! The one who’s had your back since day one. And then, instead of fixing it, you let her walk away. So yeah, sweetheart, if you want her back, you ARE crawling. And you’re gonna do it big.”

Sevika groaned, rubbing her face. “I don’t do ‘big gestures.’”

Ran leaned in, smirking. “Then I guess you won't get her back.”

“…What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Ran grinned. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas.”

When you heard the doorbell ring, you hadn't expected to see Sevika standing on the other side of the door. But you didn't open the door. Instead, you asked from the other side.

“What do you want?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“Open the door,” Sevika said, voice calculated and calm.

“Can you just fuck off already?” you hissed venomously.

“Not unless you hear me out,” Sevika said, her voice now had an undertone of plea, you could hear that she was genuine so you reluctantly opened the door.

You froze when you saw Sevika holding a fat bouquet of your favourite flowers, they looked so fresh and almost heavenly.

“I'm sorry?” Sevika held up the bouquet alongside a huge box of your favourite chocolates, a few shopping bags were dangling from her wrist.

The biggest grin broke on your lips, you giggled, “This is all for me?”

“Mhm,” Sevika gave you the bouquet which you took a whiff of.

“Fresh,” you smiled up at her, “Thank you,” you said shyly before you frowned a little seeing the sprinkles of water as if it was raining.

You squinted over Sevika's shoulder seeing Ran standing in a distance, she was holding a hose of water towards the sky. Ran waved.

You laughed softly, waving back.

“Does that mean I'm forgiven?” Sevika grumbled.

“Of course,” you hugged her which she gladly returned.

my contributions to mother’s day:

women’s health has always been treated as something cursed. we can’t talk about our vaginas, we can’t even say the words vagina or breasts unless it’s in a sexual context and the female anatomy takes on new and sexy and magical terms. because of this, a lot of women (like me) and AFAB people in general have grown up in situations where the women in their families have been scared into silence or intimidated when it comes to taking their health into their own hands, or they don’t even know that you should take certain supplements or take care of yourself in a certain way as a woman (which makes it so that information isn’t passed down to us). the patriarchy has created shame around us, around our health, and we need to break the cycle. let’s start on mother’s day, and let’s start with the basics.

if you don’t know already, read here to discover the best way to wash your vagina.

read here about the menstrual cycle and how it works.

read here about who is most at risk of breast cancer and how to get checked.

read here about STDs and how to get checked for them.

read here about foods you can incorporate into your diet for a healthier vagina.

— ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

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

pairing; outlaw cowboy sevika x widow farm-girl reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweet Nectar

sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

contains: dom!sevika, sub!reader, food mention, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, little bit of dirty talk, sevika and reader are married

description: sevika helps herself to a snack after a long day of working around the house, and the way she eats it makes you hope you’re next.

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Curled up on your living room couch with your latest book, you’re in full relaxation mode as you wait for Sevika to finish the yard work outside. She’s been working on the garden for the last couple of weekends and this morning, she told you she’d be done by today.

Taking a sip of the lemonade in front of you, the sliding door opens and your eyes flick up to your wife walking in, hoping this means she’s finally finished. Taking off her muddy boots, she strolls over to the kitchen in only her white undershirt and old pair of jeans, both sullied with dirt.

One of the biggest perks of being married to the woman of your dreams is that you’re able to stare at her all you want, and you are taking full advantage right now. All she’s doing is washing her hand in the sink, careful not to wet her prosthetic, but every little movement causes a ripple effect in her back muscles and a twinge in your lower belly.

After a minute or so, she turns towards you, wiping herself off with a towel, and starts informing you of her work in the garden today, letting you know it was finally completed. You don’t register what she’s saying for a few seconds, too engrossed in the way her forearm is flexing as she throws the towel over her shoulder, the slight sheen of sweat over her face capturing all your focus.

Sevika can tell you’re not really paying attention, you’ve let it be known that her doing housework is a big turn on for you, and honestly, she loves it. She knows the effect she has on you and is soaking it up, feeling the intensity of your gaze all over her.

Continuing her one sided conversation, she turns to the fruit bowl on the counter, looking for a snack and decides on a perfectly ripe orange. Pulling out the wooden cutting board from the lower cabinet, she grabs a knife and slices the orange into four wedges, not having the patience to peel it. She asks you about the book you’re reading as she raises a juicy piece to her mouth, and the sight has your reply fading into a sigh.

Her tongue ever so softly pokes out, catching the corner as she begins applying force and separating it from the peel. Catching it between her teeth, she pulls until the edible portion is sitting between her lips and bites down, juice dribbling down her chin to her neck.

The view is unnecessarily erotic and you squeeze your legs together, suddenly becoming desperate for friction. Your wife resumes eating her snack like nothing is happening, now looking at you expectantly because you still haven’t answered her. When she sees how blown your pupils are, she really begins taking her time, locking eyes with you as more and more fluid covers her face and hand.

By the time she’s done, you’re holding your breath in fear a moan will slip out. The sight of a sweaty Sevika looking at you like she wants to eat you next is too much. Throwing her trash away, she decides not to clean herself off, instead slowly walking over and standing right in front of you. Your legs start parting on their own accord and a knowing smile settles on her face.

“Did you hear what I asked you, baby?”

Looking up at her with hooded eyes and a slightly parted mouth, you don’t even try to pretend you’re not horny as hell. Shaking your head, she leans down, placing her hands on either side of your hips, squeezing the fabric of the couch.

“Mm. Any reason why?”

That causes you to roll your eyes a bit. She loves hearing you talk her up, it boosts her ego like nothing else in the world. You know this, but decide to play dumb for a moment, wanting to tease her the way she did you.

“Not really. Just kinda zoned out.”

“Is that so?”

Sevika then closes some of the distance between you two, noses centimeters apart.

“Didn’t have anything to do with the way you were watching me?”

Your eyes flick down to her lips, seeing that the juice from the aforementioned fruit is still covering the bottom half of her face. It gives you flashbacks to similar activities and almost causes your resolve to break. Inhaling, you slowly lean down, letting the tip of your tongue lick from her chin to her bottom lip, hearing a deep groan.

“Maybe.”

Wasting no more time, Sevika captures your lips in a deep kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist, causing her shirt to slightly rise. The two of you settle into a slow but intense rhythm, tongues sliding against each other and you taste the citrus on hers. Your hands move to rest in her hair and you eventually tug, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes open. Deciding that she can take advantage of the space, she starts winding you up.

“If I don’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, angel.”

A whine escapes you, and when you try to close the distance, Sevika backs away just out of reach. Scoffing, you try to pull her to you instead but she’s as strong as she looks and doesn’t move an inch.

“I’m not jealous of an orange Sev, I just, I wanna kiss you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. I just want you to admit it.”

Whining, you know she’s not gonna kiss you until you give her what she wants, and at this point, your ego is the last thing you care about.

“Fine, I want you to eat me the way you were eating the damn fruit, happy?”

A wicked grin spread across your wife’s face, and you sigh in relief, knowing you’re finally getting somewhere.

“Ecstatic.”

She dips down again, slotting your mouth against yours and a satisfied hum leaves you. After a few minutes of that, the heat between your legs makes itself known and you know you need more.

“Sev, baby, I, ah…”

Her fingers slip beneath your waistband, dragging through your folds before she raises them to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watch the way her eyes shut, how her tongue caresses every inch of skin, and you know you’re the luckiest person in the world. She somehow always anticipates what you need before you can even say it, and you’re getting wetter by the second.

“I know, let me.”

Pushing a finger into you, your back arches off the couch, feeling her pump into you at an even pace. Knuckle deep, she pulls almost all the way out before adding a second one and you’re now grinding down onto her hand, feeling the heel of her palm adding pressure to your clit.

“That feels so good, please.”

Your response was all she needed to hear and a wave of arousal shoots through her veins. The sight of you squirming beneath her, cheeks flushed and clothes in disarray, is everything she wants to see. She captures your lips, kissing you with an urgency she knows you crave.

"Fuck, baby."

She murmurs against your lips, voice low and husky. Her fingers move a bit faster as you moan softly into her mouth. Sevika knows you like the back of her hand and has you writhing in no time.

"Let me hear you."

She’s always loved how sensitive you are. Just the sound of her voice is enough to turn you on but the effect is amplified when she adds that rough edge to it. Your fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt, pulling her down until you’re able to bury your head in the crook of her neck. You let out a shaky breath, lips grazing the underside of her jaw before they rest lightly against her pulse point.

“Sev,” you whine, “I’m close, please, I need you.”

Your desperate voice begging for her is like music to Sevika’s ears. She picks up the pace, grinding her palm down harshly against your clit. You cry out, hips bucking up to meet her hand and your grip tightens on her.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her free hand lifts from the couch and cups your jaw, maneuvering you so she can capture your mouth in another kiss. You’re on the edge of climax, whimpering into her mouth as Sevika keeps her relentless pace, and when she feels you clench around her, she knows it’s time.

“Cum for me.”

Your brain short circuits, and when she commands you like that, you have no choice but to obey. You bite onto her shoulder to muffle the scream ripping through your throat and your entire body tenses up, legs shaking wildly.

She guides you through your high, slowing her fingers but not stopping until you’re back to laying on the couch. She pulls them out, and before you can protest, presses them to your mouth. You moan softly, wrapping your lips around the digits and tasting yourself. Sevika groans, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?”

Blinking down at her, it takes a second for your eyes to focus but then you see the care in your wife’s eyes and you gently nod.

“I’m amazing.”

Pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, Sevika leans forward and begins lifting your shirt.

“Good, cause I’m not done yet.”

She gets rid of your shorts and underwear next, peeling the last layer away slowly and watching the strings of cum stretch until they break. Leaving you completely bare, she pushes your legs apart, seeing the mess you made and audibly groaning.

“Fucking hell.”

Kneeling onto the ground, she grabs each of your thighs in her hands, careful not to be too rough with her prosthetic. Your eyes watch her the entire way, heartbeat thumping with anticipation. Dragging her nose along your inner thigh, the smell that hits her makes her mouth water, and she knows she’s about to enjoy this.

Bumping your clit with her nose causes you to let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from the first round only moments ago. Smiling at your reaction, she makes sure you’re looking at her when she envelops her full lips around it and sucks.

Every touch feels like electricity pulsing through you. Sevika’s eyes never leave yours, watching you closely for any sign that it’s too much, but every twitch and shudder just spurs her on more. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs and her mouth is relentless against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Those words are all you can seem to utter, over and over again, as she begins to work your swollen clit in circles with her tongue, alternating between long, slow laps and quick, pointed suctions.

She can feel your fingers curling in her hair again. It doesn’t hurt, not at all, but the action lets Sevika know how good this feels, how badly you want it. When she’s in this state, she lives for you like this, wrecked beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s locked on your gaze again, feeling you quiver above her.

"You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you, angel? So desperate and needy.”

Nodding rapidly, you sit up a couple minutes later and it takes everything in you to lightly push your wife away.

“Wait, Sev.”

Not expecting that at all, she backs away and looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Is It too much, are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just, I need to see you, can you take off your shirt?”

Realizing what you were getting at, she smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

She reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of her undershirt and pulling it off effortlessly before dropping it to the floor. Her upper body is on full display, and you get all the time you want to greedily roam over every defined muscle.

Your eyes trail from her broad shoulders, down to her full breasts, decorated with the nipple piercings she surprised you with one day. Looking lower, you count each individual ab, her belly button piercing catching the light just right, and bringing your gaze to the thick happy trail that disappears into her jeans. You could cum just from this sight alone.

"Better?”

Glancing up at her, you see the cockiness displayed on her face clear as day, and it is so well deserved. Nodding, you reach up and grip her chin, bringing her into a sloppy kiss before shoving her head down between your legs again. She wastes no time getting back to where she was, treating you like her last meal on earth.

Looking down at your new view, you audibly moan, seeing the blissful look on Sevika’s face and being able to watch her naked back at the same has you inching closer and closer to the edge. Scratching your nails along her shoulders, she moans into you and the vibration has you humping her face.

“I’m close, Sev, just a little more.”

Before you can even tell her what you need, she reaches a hand up and begins playing with your nipple, pulling and squeezing and rolling it.

“Yes! Oh you’re so good to me, baby, fuck.”

Grinding into her face now, Sevika shoves her tongue inside of you and starts reaching for your most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over until you can’t take it anymore. When you start whining ah, ah, ah, she knows you’re about to tip over and takes her hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it until she feels your body tense up.

The band in your stomach snaps and you flood Sevika’s face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. By the time you’re done, your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants. Sevika slowly pulls away, giving you a chance to come down from your high before gently cleaning you up her tongue, not letting anything go to waste.

When she’s finished, she moves to sit next to you, carefully pulling you into her arms. Wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand, she looks incredibly pleased with herself, and you can see just how much she’s loving your current state of bliss.

A satisfied hum leaves her chest as she holds you close, letting you nuzzle into her neck. One of her hands drifts down to stroke your side, feeling the shiver when her fingers graze along your ribs. She loves being able to touch you like this, comfortable in the intimacy of the moment. You’re draped over her, completely spent, and she’s still on alert in case you need anything.

“How was that?”

Shaking your head, you gently bite the corner of her jaw.

“Delicious.”

Sevika smiles at that and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah? Cause you definitely taste better than that orange, I promise you.”

That gets a laugh out of you, pressing your face into her neck as you slap her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking annoying, I swear,” you tell her with a smile.

Letting your eyes roam, they land on Sevika’s chest, sweaty and slightly heaving. You know she’s worked up, especially after two rounds, and she looks enticing as ever. Needing to return the favor, you lean up and whisper into her ear.

“What do you say…we take this to the room?”

Sliding your hand across her stomach, you curl a finger into the hair there and start playing with her waistband. She looks over at you, pupils widening as she bites her lower lip.

“That sounds good.”

Thinking for a second, you cup her chin, slowly licking into her mouth before standing up and walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

While you continue down the hallway, Sevika sits frozen on the couch, taken aback by how quickly you turned the tables on her. Once she recovers, she sprints after you, catching up and throwing you over her shoulder, your giggles being heard through the rest of the house.

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