Sweet Nectar

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

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Going to a rave with Sevika in the most skankiest outfit ever and it ends with yall having beautiful passionate sex 🤤🤤🤤

Casting a love spell on Sevika to enhance her love for you ok bye

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hi !! ♡ welcome to my blog ! i love music ( esp alternative metal and death metal ) i have manymany interests and i love art! drawing, painting and writing is my forte tho + i love photography , I like / play sports like boxing and taekwondo , working out is also fun !!

✎ " i am bloody , raw , nerves hanging out all over the place "

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Sevika: ( i dont write her 4 men ) + ranked in order of most popular — to least >>> rules at the end <<<

" Sevikas Boss " PART 1 // PART 2

" I hear your call " pirate sevika and siren reader PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3

" Take a hint " PART 1 // PART 2

" Sail the Seven Seas " pirate sevika ! PART 1 //

" Royal Blood " PART 1 // PART 2

" Taking care of her " being her cute housewife!

" Pretty Piltie " counciler sevika meets you

" Princess " sevika doesnt like creeps

" Smokey kisses "

"Sevika, Ambessa, Grayson" HCS for them

" Cuddling the Butches "

" Council member Sevika "

" Wont lose you. "

" Late night care " bathing her

" A little love "

" Safeword " using your safeword

" My Best Friend " she is your gay awakening

" Secrets "

" Gym Day "

" First Time " virgin reader

WIPS ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

" Dump him "

MISCELLANEOUS ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

" Stolen Glances " ekko x reader

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Claire

Claire - Morphine

Sevika × Chubby! Fem! Reader AO3 Word Count: 1,932 Summary: Sevika pays her favorite bakery owner a surprise visit during a particular time of the month. Alternatively, Sevika wants to take her frustrations out on you and get messy. TWs:// 18+ ONLY, Reader is afab, Uses she/her, Explicit sexual content, Porn without plot, takes place during S1, Age Gap, Reader is a baker, Period sex, Overstimulation, Body worship/Praise, Cunnilingus + fingering, Sevika manhandles the fuck out of you, Fwb/Situationship, but Sevika does have a soft spot for you, Sevika has a thing for big girls sorry not sorry, Use of Petnames (Sweething, Honey, Baby, Gorgeous), Use of 'Good Girl.' A/N: I want this woman to put her cigars out on my skin and do unspeakable things to me. Hope this fills a void.

Comfort is a state of being that is achievable yet foreign to Sevika. Over the years, she's learned the hard way that comfort is a commodity no amount of money could sufficiently produce. It is a seething hunger no prepaid participant could ever seem to satisfy, and right now, after a particularly nasty day, she needed that comfort—she craved it. 

It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd come to you like this; quite the contrary. It was more or less an unspoken agreement between you, a familiar indulgence for your shared convenience. You, a baker keeping the family business stubbornly alive, and Sevika, a woman whose line of work calls for a level of emotional detachment that makes relationships difficult, not even to mention her gambling 'habit' that makes money a bit tighter. It was a term she'd heard before: you stay soft, and you get eaten, and by Janna, did she love to eat you. Feeling your flesh, pliable and ample, under the rough, calloused meat of her remaining arm, it was addictive.

It was a moment of unexpected weakness, the first time, a free dozen muffins as thanks for extending your 'rent payment' after a tough month led to a rather passionate night for the both of you. Sevika always had a soft spot for you, not just because of your smooth, sweet features and bizarre air of warmth despite the cold-cutting nature of the undercity, but because of your devotion to your family— to Zaun. A woman such as yourself could've worked her way up into the careful, pristine streets of Piltover, and yet you didn't. You stuck around, trying to carve comfort and community where it had already been snuffed out by the drugs and criminal underbelly of her employer. To put the pieces of your long-forgotten family back into place, Sevika held some respect for that— for you.

Which has led her to now, to you.

The little studio apartment above your bakery was always cold; you either seemed to like it that way, or it was out of your control. Sevika, however, didn't seem to care; it gave her all the more reason to stick around and 'keep you warm' as she liked to put it. To wrap her arm around you and allow the heat of her body to consume the both of you. Especially on a night like this, cold and nippy, with the slightest bit of rain. Opening the door for her, obviously having just crawled out of bed, hair a mess and face laden with a slight pout. It was cute how quickly your face lit up with pleasant surprise at seeing her and letting her inside without much to say, turning to her once the door clicked and the lock was turned. Just as quickly, Sevika was on you. She pulled back the fabric that covered her prosthetic arm and threw it to the floor before picking you up without hardly any issue. Something you still couldn't bring yourself to be used to.

"Sevik—" You could hardly question her before she pressed her lips to yours, her rounded nose nestled against the skin of your cheek. Unable to fathom otherwise, you'd return that kiss full force, hands once at her shoulders, cupping her jaw while she marched the two of you into your bedroom. Dropping you down onto the plush, creaky textile of your mattress and bed frame. The taste of her lips was as it always was— cigars and bitter whiskey. You couldn't help but chortle, a hand running through her hair as she kissed down your throat, biting and nipping the soft skin before her hands would pinch and push the buttons of your sleepwear open. "Ho-Hold on a second—" hands sliding from her hair to the sides of her sharp jaw as she looked up at you through her eyelashes. The last button was gone, her lips pressed against the tiny space between the plush flesh of your breasts.

"What?" her tone seemed almost impatient, but she stopped as soon as you told her to.

"I'm just...you—you know, you're here a little...unexpectedly?" Your voice is breathless, and a nervous smile curls your lips upwards.

"Yeah?" Sevika seemed confused by your nervous behavior; she hadn't seen this from you since the first time—this sense of worry and apprehension. "You got someone else here or something?" Her tone was playful, maybe joking, but the notion made Sevika feel something nearly akin to disappointment.

"No- no, of course not..."

"Then, what? If you aren't in the mood, we don't have to, baby," She'd sit up, the palm of her cold metal arm pressing into the bed.

"It isn't that...It's just, you know, the end of the month?" Sevika knew what you meant as you said it; of course, she would; you'd mentioned it before. You start to bleed closer to the end of the month, so Sevika usually comes near the first. That aligned previously with her schedule, but this was different, and she needed you. The palm of her warm, fleshy hand would carefully press into the ample plush of your stomach, sliding to your hip and settling on the slight dip of your waist, the soft fabric of your nightwear out of her way to soak up the image of your body.

"Do you seriously think that's gonna get in my way?"

Oh.

"Oh,"

"You still want to, right?" You'd nod, and Sevika's lips would curl into that snarky smirk. "Why don't you strip for me, Gorgeous? I'll get a towel." Her puckish tone, coupled with the little kiss she'd press to your temple, only served to make your heart flutter in its marrow cage.

—--- -

The taste of monthly blood is different from that of the blood Sevika is typically used to tasting– or maybe it's just yours because she swears by the goddess Janna herself that the taste of your blood is far sweeter than any other, not even to note the way you typically taste. After having pushed you to climax more than three times within this last hour, she has you straddled up with your thighs on either side of her face. The weight of your body, the way your hips roll over her, would almost be comforting if not for the context. Her metal arm was careful on your right thigh as both wrapped securely around the plush, soft muscles.

"Oh– Sev–my god, I can't—" Sevika isn't listening because she knows you can. Another orgasm rips through your lovely body, and Sevika is nothing but a slave to the product of her labor.

"Such a good girl for me." She'd mumble, a low groan reverberating through her throat and straight into the heat of your sopping core. Swallowing and lapping at the rush of blood and cum. Happy for the towel she put down, no matter how diligently she licked or sucked at your poor spent cunt it seeped down her cheeks to her throat and neck— pooling onto the fabric below. You had nice sheets; she'd feel somewhat responsible for ruining them in this regard; perhaps she'd buy you a new set. A new set so that she could eat away at the bloody mess of your intimates because she's making this a new routine.

With a swift, effortless motion, she'd flip you. A gasp of air burning at your lungs as your suddenly on your back, and Sevika's assault of your pussy is no closer to being finished. She's like a woman starved; the wet flick of her tongue, as you feel it push past the lining of your entrance, makes your back arch. Hands in her hair as you tug and pull at her— not to stop her, no, you need just a little more. Perhaps she'll grant you just one more before stopping and finally letting you have a turn. She starts to nod her head carefully, her long rounded nose nudging against the puffy flesh of your clit. The thick meat of her pointer and middle finger teased at the soft, silken flesh of your aching cunt. Pushing past as they'd curl, pressing firm against the grooves, twisting and moving with an idle pace as her lips would kiss and suck at the bundle of nerves. "You're so hot, baby," she'd almost growl the words into the meat of your mound. Fingers working harder, faster, pressing kisses against the plentiful expanse of your inner thigh. Blood coated her lips, nose, and chin, every kiss leaving a trail of red. "Look at you; I wish I would've brought the strap; feel your body, watch you move, honey-- So fuckin' pretty, all for me." she'd sit up, kissing at the soft plush of your stomach and back down as she'd shift her weight, the elbow of her prosthetic pressing firm into the mattress as she kept harsh hold of your thigh, her fingers pumping as she'd add a third.

The idea of her using that shimmer-powered thing on you, filling your mind with ideas you dare not speak aloud. Back arching, hands tugging at the pin-straight strands of her hair.

"Ooohh my god-- please, Sev-"

"Please, what, sweething?"

"I can't"

"Oh, yes you can, baby." Her voice was smooth and almost teasing, it made you clench around the thick calloused meat of her fingers rubbing against the dips and edges of your innermost flesh.

Sevika couldn't keep her eyes off you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, the way your face contorted with a delicious sense of pain and pleasure all at once. She loved pushing and making you scream and cry for her. The raw scent of your sex, of your blood, was driving her crazy, her mind buzzing and focused on every little sound every little twitch of your flesh.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" the flat of her tongue pressed firm against the aching flesh of your clit, it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Yes-- yes, I'm your good girl, please." The sound of your whining was enough for Sevika to clench her thighs together, shifting her hips as she pressed the pads of her fingers as deep as she could get. "Cum for me, good girl, one last time, I swear it." It would almost be embarrassing, the way she could command an orgasm from you but she could. The intensity of it made your hands come up to cover your face as you tried to muffle the scream that would rip through your lungs. The lukewarm metal of Sevika's arm was the only thing holding your hips down as she kept her fingers pumping until she seemed to deem it enough. Bringing the digits up to her mouth as she licked them as clean as she could.

A callous laugh left her as she seemed to take notice of the mess down her front.

"You made a mess," she'd state affectionately, leaning down to press kisses from the flesh of your stomach up to the curve of your shoulder. "Let's go get clean." You could hardly answer, breathing heavily and unevenly as you sat up, watching her undress further before going to detach her arm. It wasn't often that Sevika showed affection like this, but you weren't complaining. To bare herself nude and quite literally unarmed before you was a show of trust you'd never expected from her, but cherished nevertheless. Comfort is a state of being, foreign yet seemingly only achieved by Sevika when she's with you.

Swept Away - Sevika

Part 2

Warnings : Hints at infedilty, married!r, surfer!Sevika

At the dinner table

Coco is sitting in a high chair, playing with her buttered spaghetti and talking with a mouthful.

“Mama today…Today I saw the shells, real shells on the sand, and they were pink and white and the ... .the dark white like Ariel!!” she exclaims proudly about her discovery. “Oh yeah? You were like Ariel, hm? The princess?” you ask with a fond smile on your face.

“No, like the mermaid!” she corrects you., “Oh yes, mermaid, my mistake, honey,” you chuckle and return to your food. Your husband doesn't participate but focuses only on the dinner, a seafood boil with some rice and wine. The food is delicious, and you're looking forward to being done with dinner, taking a shower, and getting in bed. It's been an exhausting day and the longest you've spent with your husband. He's chewing loudly and making the most obnoxious slurps and giving you smirks as if you're supposed to like it. You don't. It's disgusting.

After you finish eating, you clean up Coco, and good thing she was exhausted too that she immediately fell asleep as soon as she was tucked in the bed. You lock the door so your husband doesn't enter, and you go to the attached bathroom and take a quick super and come out. Between your shower, you could hear your husband's voice calling out for you to open the door, but he gave up and went to another room to sleep. Thank god. The night breeze is nothing short of serenity. The salty air, cool breeze, and gentle sound of waves crashing. It couldn't get better than this. You get in the cool sheets and drift off to sleep in a peaceful state. 

Your morning, although it couldn't be more chaotic. You hear Coco screaming and your husband calling out your name and another two voices chattering about and clanging. You quickly jump out of bed, throw a robe on, and go outside. Coco is on the couch screaming with the iPad in her hand, your husband is yelling at someone on the phone and shoots you a glare and mouths “Handle her!” referring to Coco. You go to pick up Coco and see your nanny, chatting with……sevika?

“Maria, hello? Could I have some help here?” you ask exasperated by how your morning has started.

“Oh I'm sorry missus but my shift doesn't start till half an hour” she replies with that sickly sweet smile.

“Then why are you even here?!”

“Oh, I like to be early.” If only you could punch her-

 You pick up Coco and try to talk to her

“Coco, baby, what's the matter, hmm? Tell me, c'mon tell mama.” You rub her cheek with your thumb while she just throws that pout at you.

“Dada won't give iPad.” She crosses her arms and looks away.

You huff and take the iPad in your hands, but see it's switched off because of the battery.

The charger…….

“Nate!! Where's the iPad charger?” you yell out. 

“Well, I didn't pack it. Why would I have it?” Of course, why would HE lift a finger?

Now, you didn't pack a charger, he didn't pack a charger

“Coco, the iPad is asleep. You know, iPads need nap times too.” You come up with a white lie

“Really?” she asks with wide eyes.

“Yes! You know, like little coco was exhausted and slept at night iPads sleep during the day because….um……-”

“The sun makes them sleepy, kiddo.” Sevika’s voice cuts through; she leans with her forearms on the back of the couch, her head next to you. You almost forgot Sevika was in the house, too. You turn to look at her, and of course, her signature smirk is still intact.

“And may I ask, why are you here?” you inquire

“What? You thought teaching surfing makes enough money?” she grins and looks at you as if shes-

“Well then, what do you do?”

“I live here and take care of this house all year round,” she says

“Wait, what?! Why didn't I see you yesterday at the wait….you're lying?”

“No doll, I prefer to take the staircase that's connected from the backyard so I don't…..barge in with you or your husband's activities” she whispers into your ear.

“You–....you aren't barging in to anything. take the stairs from inside the house, it's fine” you say as your gaze returns to your daughter who's now fidgeting with your hair. You don't even realize you just told Sevika something so revealing about the true nature of your marriage.

“Is that so?” she asks with that smirk that's just never-ending.

“I don't have time for this, MARIA, has your shift started yet?” you ask, replicating her sweet smile.

“Yes missus, hand her to-”

You cut her off

“No just make her breakfast, she doesn't eat any fruits except berries, no spices not even salt, she eats butter, no pancakes only waffles but keep them a bit tender and raw so they're soft” you give her hard instructions to piss her off.

“You love giving everyone a hard time, eh?”Sevika asks, her eyes never leaving your body.

“Pfft, whatever.” You set Coco down on the couch and see Sevika play peek-a-boo with her as if she's a 3-year-old child. Coco is literally a big girl; she's 4 years old.

You get a few of Coco's colouring notebooks and her crayons, some toys even and set them on her coffee table.

“So when are you coming down to the beach?” Sevika asks

“Not now, I'm busy with my daughter,” you reply. Sevika doesn't miss the possessiveness you have for your daughter. She was getting a kick out of seeing you all motherly and demanding.

“What's the point of a nanny, huh?” she asks, knowing she's treading on your nerves.

You shoot her a glare, and Sevika raises her arms defensively.

“I'm just askin’ mama, you look tired.”

You realise she's right. You jumped out of bed and had to handle everything yourself. Where is Nate?-

“Nate?! Where the fuck are you??” you call out

No response

“Nate?!” you yell out again

You're about to yell again when Sevika’s hands come up to your shoulder and massages gently.

“Shh…dont stress, you and lil’ coco are here on a vacation,” she whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You relax and huff and sit back down on the couch.

“Yes, mama! We are on the beach!” 

Your daughter exclaims while she's colouring on her little book.

“I’ll come down after breakfast, Sevika…”

“Aight’ see you then” she gets up to leave and you almost want to grab her arm and pull her back.

“Um….okay, bye…” You wave at her. You again mull over how bipolar you were acting earlier with her. You really want Sevika to know you like her, but not like her too much because, after all, you're married. It's endless.

After breakfast, while you're cleaning up, your husband appears out of nowhere.

“Where were you?!” you ask him in a frustrated tone. You've been running around feeling like a headless chicken with no help.

“Just an important call,” he mumbles, grabbing a plate and piling up some toast and fruit on it.

“Oh, I see you need to disappear from the house to answer a call.” You cross your arms, lean against the counter, and glare at him

“What's your implication?” he asks

“Nothing”

“No, no, I get what you mean. What about Sevika, huh? You two are getting real cozy here.”

The audacity

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” you ask him.

“Nothing, you seem very happy with her rather than me” he says in an accusatory tone.

“I met her yesterday, Nate?! She literally did nothing, WE literally did nothing.”

“Yet she was massaging your shoulders and acting like Cora’s father” he says, his voice getting whiny and defensive.

“Oh, so reassuring her and massaging my shoulders is all it takes for your fragile, pissy masculinity to get hurt? You're accusing ME of cheating?!  Wow, Nate, I could've done this years ago.”

“Natalie was just a friend!!” You didn't even have to name which girl, he's setting himself up at this point.

“Just leave. We came here to enjoy a vacation, not deal with your little boy tantrums.” You dismissively walk past

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE? WHO’S WE?” 

“Coco and me” you say without turning to look at him

“Fine, I’ll leave. I bet you'd love being here without me, huh. I paid for ev-” you cut him off

“Are you leaving or not, or should I leave?”

“Fine!! Jesus.” he runs off to the room he slept in. You grab the picnic basket and Coco and pack some beach stuff for the both of you. You instruct Maria to carry the luggage and set up a nice spot. Meanwhile, you put Coco in her sundress and put on SPF; you do the same and match the dresses with Coco. You see Nate use the back door to leave. You both don't exchange goodbyes. With his departure, the house feels………….peaceful. Like the beach house you wanted to stay in.

You walk to the beach and find Maria chatting with Sevika again. You set Coco down on the beach towel and turn to Sevika.

“Could I get a floatie or something for her?” you ask her.

“Of course, meri jaan~” she says, making you blush just a bit. Whatever she said sounded hot.

“W-what does that mean?” you ask, flustered

“Noothing, just a lil’ word in Hindi,” she replies, turning away and walking to a shed you can see in the distance to grab a folate for the child.

“Oh c'mon!! Tell me please” you yell out, hoping for an answer, but sevika ignores you and walks away. You could've looked it up on your phone but you left it back at the house. 

Sevika comes out with a small flamingo floatie. She hands it to Maria, and as you get up to go help her. You're pulled back down next toSevika.

“Where you goin’ ?” she asks, her face being a bit too close for your liking.

“To help Maria”

“Nah, Maria’s okay, aren't you, Maria?” You both look over to Maria, who gives a thumbs up and takes Coco to the water

“Fine…...help me with my spf” you hand the bottle to her and turn you  back to her.

She squirts a good amount onto her palms and slowly applies it onto your back. She leans close and whispers into your ear.

“I saw that your hubby left, huh….”

“Yeah……he had a meeting or whatever,” you quickly cover up with a lie

“Meeting with Natalie?” she asks.

Shoot

She heard the argument

But how?

“How-”

“Told ya’ I live on the second floor. You guys weren't exactly hush-hush either.”

"Of course.”

“Aight, gotta get back to work. Watch me without wetting yourself, hm,” she says with a smirk as she puts her glasses on

“Excuse me?!” You let out a gasp and quite literally clutch the pearl necklace you're wearing

“The waves meri jaan~.... you're sitting far too close,” she says as she's walking away.

“No! That's not what you- Sevika come back here…Sevikaaaa” you whine and call out to her but she doesnt turn back and look at you.

Little fucker.

AN: second part is out!! the smut could possibly be included in the next chapter ;)

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Elements of Desire

Chapter 6: On the Mend

single mom!sevika x reader

word count: 6.3k

contains: angst-ish, tension, language, food mention, vi (iykyk), some fluff!

description: school is back in session and after learning of some good news, you and sevika must learn to chart unfamiliar waters.

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Monday morning, your eyes spring open before your alarm can even do its job, and you waste no time getting ready. Putting more effort than usual into your look today, you try at least four different outfits before deciding on one that’s a perfect balance between eye catching and comfortable.

Loading your things into your car, you put on your feel good playlist for your drive to work, determined to have a great day. Once there, your nerves start to creep in, but you do your best to settle them and remember that there’s no stakes involved with your announcement later. Sort of.

As usual, Ekko is the first one to arrive to class and he walks right up to your desk sporting a huge grin.

“Who has two thumbs and is going to the next round of the science fair?”

Pointing to himself, you match his smile and round your desk, hugging the boy.

“So proud of you dude, you have no idea how happy I was when I read your name in the email.”

Ekko had submitted this same project the previous two years but failed to make it past the first round each time. You had suggested doing something different this year but he stuck to his gut and it paid off.

“Thanks Teach, I couldn't have done it without your support, though.”

Letting him go, you place your hand on his shoulders and shake your head.

“That’s all you kid, from the idea to the execution. I was just a sounding board.”

Smiling, you walk up to the whiteboard and start writing the topic for today’s lesson, conversing with Ekko about what he did over his break. A few minutes later, the conversation ends when students start filing in and he turns around to walk to his desk, you doing the same. Pausing when you remember something, you spin around and call out to the boy.

“Hey! Um, Powder doesn’t know that she got in yet, so if she asks you about it, just say I haven’t said anything, cool?”

“Wait, she passed too?”

Nodding, you see his eyes light up as he fights back a smile and you quirk a brow. Interesting.

“Yeah, I forgot to email her mom when I told your parents,” you lied.

“Cool. I won’t say anything then.”

Schooling his face back into a neutral expression, Ekko continues his journey to his workstation and you face the whiteboard once again. You thought he would have been annoyed at best that Powder was also accepted, his lab partner being his competition for such a prestigious prize seems like it would be a nightmare.

Starting to think about it, the two have had tension between them since they met, but you honestly thought it was because they just didn’t get along. Smiling to yourself, you think, could there be a little crush there?

A couple more kids arriving brings your attention back to what you were doing, and you quickly finish writing what you had to on the board. Eventually, most of the class is in their seats, and when you glance up from your computer, you see Powder walking up to you.

“Hi Teach,” she says, unusually shy.

Smiling at the girl, you realize that you know nothing about what her last couple weeks have been like and it tugs at your heart.

“Hi Powder, how was your break?”

Beaming, Powder starts relaying everything she did, the girl’s animated storytelling making you laugh several times. She sees how your expression slightly changes every time Sevika is mentioned, and it almost makes her frown.

“So, I brought you a little something back. Or a couple somethings, actually.”

Reaching into her bag, she pulls out three keychains and raises them in your direction. You instantly pout, not expecting the gesture at all.

“Powder, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Taking them in your hands, you look at each one in detail, loving them instantly.

“I wanted to though, these last few months would’ve been a lot harder without you.”

Looking up, you see the vulnerable look on the girl’s face and it almost brings a tear to your eye.

“Plus they were too cute to pass up, look at the dolphin one.”

To prove her point, she flicks one of the keychains, causing it to spin in circles. Setting them all down on your desk, you walk to stand in front of her, engulfing her in an embrace.

“This was so nice of you Powder, thank you. It means more than you know.”

She returns the hug, giving you a quick squeeze. No matter what her sister said, she believed you were a good person, and conversations like this only proved that.

“You’re my favorite teacher, I had to.”

Pulling apart, you thank her again and Powder begins heading to her seat. You catch Ekko’s eye, nodding your head to remind him of what you said earlier. Once everyone else arrives and the bell rings, you get their attention and begin the day’s lesson.

Soon enough, the end of the day rolls around and Sevika will be arriving shortly for your impromptu meeting. You’ve somehow managed to not think about it since the morning but as the clock ticks by, your nerves return. Busying yourself with organizing your classroom as if it’s something she’ll care about, you flit about from corner to corner, tidying up.

You hear footsteps in the hallway and almost sprint to the front of the room, cleaning off the board in an attempt to look casual when your visitors walk in. Hearing a knock from the doorway, you slowly turn around, instantly making eye contact with the woman who’s been plaguing your thoughts.

Neither of you say anything for a moment as you observe each other, and your stomach does a little flip when you see Sevika look you up and down. All that time picking out my outfit was worth it, then. You notice that her skin is a bit darker than the last time you saw her, and you mentally thank the beach Powder was telling you about this morning. She’s wearing a boxy work jacket you’ve never seen before over her signature plain white tee and dark jeans and though it’s simple, it brings a tingle to the back of your neck. She looks good.

“Hey Teach.”

Powder is absolutely beaming when you look over at her, recognizing her presence as well. Knowing you’ve been caught, you clear your throat and straighten up your posture, welcoming them in.

“Hi Powder. Sevika. Please, come sit down.”

The two of them move into the room and you allow yourself to stare at Sevika’s profile while you can, taking in every detail. It gives you deja vu, but there couldn’t be a bigger difference in your situation from then to now. Once they take their seats, you walk over to them, leaving a healthy distance between you.

“So, I received an email from the science fair committee last night regarding their decision. And I know I said that I would let you know as soon as I heard anything, but this felt important enough that I had to give you the results in person.”

A sharp inhale catches your attention and your gaze shifts to Powder, looking like she’s about to faint.

“Oh jeez.”

Sevika glances from Powder to you, an expectant look on her face. She didn’t show it, but she was actually nervous, and your tone wasn’t helping.

“What did they say?”

Taking a deep breath, a smile spreads onto your face as you tell them the news.

“Congratulations Powder, you made it to the next round.”

Jumping up, the girl immediately runs over to you, shoving her face into your chest as she wraps her arms around you, eyes welling with tears.

“Really?!”

At the same time, Sevika leans back in her chair as she brings both hands to her face, letting out the breath she was holding. Once you and Powder separate, she stands up, speed walks over to the two of you, and picks her daughter up, spinning her around.

Before you can blink, Sevika puts her down and embraces you next, catching you off guard. Immediately melting into her, you hug her back, feeling the muscles rippling underneath your fingertips while her cologne fills your nose. You vaguely hear a sigh, and you’re unsure of who it comes from.

Once Sevika realizes what she’s done, she straightens up and lets her arms fall away. Clearing her throat as she takes a step back and runs a hand through her hair, the tension hangs between you.

“Um, wow, this is amazing news.”

Nodding, you take a breath to try and clear your head of the Sevika induced brain fog. Itching to reach back out for her, you settle your hands on your hips in an attempt to keep them occupied.

“Absolutely, it’s well deserved too, her presentation was amazing.”

You then begin discussing what will likely come next, hearing from other teacher friends of yours who have been through the process before. The entire time, Powder’s eyes are bouncing back and forth between the two of you, a smirk plastered on her face. She knew Sevika still had a thing for you, and you clearly returned the feeling.

“And I’ll email all of this to you too, it’s best to have it in writing.”

Looking at Sevika, you try your best to keep a neutral expression as you talk, but a smile is fighting its way out the entire time.

“Like before, Powder will have to start staying after school again to work on this, and even though she’s up against less kids than before, attention to detail is going to be incredibly important and what’ll make her stand out from the rest.”

Nodding along, Sevika is absorbing everything you’re saying and reality starts settling in. The two of you will be back in constant communication, and as much as she thought she’d be upset about it, she actually feels a bit…happy. Yes, she had sprouted a little crush on you, but more importantly, you had begun a friendship, and she missed that more than anything. She decides that that’s a problem for later, and by the time you wrap up the meeting, her discomfort has subsided and she actually smiles.

You end your spiel with a nod and a smile, confident that Powder has what it takes to get to the next level.

“Take tonight, celebrate, and tomorrow, we’ll talk about when to start up again.”

“Sounds good.”

Sevika moves to give you a handshake, debating if she should say what else is on her mind. Not seeing any reason not to, she continues.

“And thank you for everything you’ve done for Powder, it means more than you know.”

Shaking your head, you tell her it’s not a big deal and Powder gives you another quick hug, waving as the two of them begin making their way toward the exit. Sevika then turns around, giving you a quick smile before she disappears through the doorway. You can tell it’s genuine, and a feeling of joy bubbles up in your chest.

Arriving home, Powder sprints out of the car to tell her sisters the news, leaving Sevika alone to take a breather. It was so nice seeing you in person again, even if she wouldn’t admit it to anyone.

She missed the way you brightened up a room with your positivity, always making her feel comfortable. It was so easy to talk to you, she never felt like she had to force anything, and though she had other friendships, it was different with you. Shaking her head, she gets out and walks in the house, thinking about what to cook for dinner.

By this time, Powder is already relaying what happened to the other girls, bouncing with excitement. They immediately congratulate her, Vi giving her a noogie, causing Powder to chase her around the house until Sevika walks in and Vi takes refuge behind her.

“Mom, Vi keeps messing with me!” Powder whines as Vi sticks her tongue out from behind the woman.

Taking no time to assess the situation, Sevika groans and pushes the two girls apart.

“Come on guys, we just got home.”

The two teenagers start bickering when Sevika claps her hands once, the noise silencing the room.

“Enough. We just got some great news, you guys should be happy.”

Caitlyn and Isha only look at each other, containing their laughs as the two get scolded.

“Anyways, I was thinking, you guys feel like going out to dinner tonight? We should celebrate.”

All the girls cheer at that, eating somewhere outside their home was a rare treat. Not that they had many meals that could top Sevika’s cooking, but it was always a fun experience. Looking towards Powder, Sevika asks her if she had any place in mind and her eyes light up immediately.

“Hibachi! I wanna see if I can catch more shrimp than last time.”

Of course, Sevika thinks. Leave it to her middle child to choose somewhere they play with your food and light it on fire.

“Okay then, give me a bit to shower and change and we’ll leave.”

Heading to her room, Sevika hears Powder and Isha grabbing snacks to practice for the restaurant, making sure to tell them not to fill up before dinner.

Once they arrive at the restaurant, Powder chooses the middle seat directly in front of where the chef will be, leaving everyone else to fill in around her. Sevika chooses to sit two seats down from her, putting Isha in the middle of them, and Vi and Caitlyn take their seats on the other side of Powder.

A little while later, almost all of the seats around the grill are filled and Powder can't wait for dinner to start. Her and Isha are going over strategy when she sees someone stop in their tracks behind Sevika and looks up, eyes widening.

“Teach!”

As soon as your meeting with Sevika and Powder ended, you were in a happier mood and it took you no time to pack up and grab your things.

You didn’t feel like staying home, though the weather outside was miserable, and texted your roommates if they were free to go to dinner with you. Two of them said yes, the other was at work and wouldn’t be home until later so she declined. Hearting all of the responses, you drove home and thought about where to go.

Once there, your roommates were almost ready to leave, and when you saw their outfits, you decided to upgrade your look into something a bit nicer than what you had on.

When you all finished, you piled into your car and put on a relaxing playlist for the drive. The three of you started talking about your days, and eventually the conversation landed on Sevika and the meeting. You confided in them how seeing her in person made you feel, and after they exchanged glances, they asked you what you planned to do moving forward.

At that question, you paused and thought of your answer carefully.

“I’m not sure, there was a little bit of a moment when she hugged me, but that could’ve just been excitement, and because she doesn’t want it to be awkward. The next deadline is in a month, so we’re gonna be around each other until then.”

You swear you could’ve heard a record scratch at the casual confession.

“Wait, back up. She hugged you? Like a full on ‘arms wrapped around you’ kind of hug?”

Sheepishly glancing at your friends, you nodded.

“Yeah, she was happy about the news, it’s understandable.”

“Right, I’m sure she goes around doing that to all her kids’ teachers.”

Exhaling harshly, you attempted to gather your thoughts.

“Honestly, I’m trying not to think about it too much cause I don’t wanna get excited over something that isn’t concrete.”

Your roommates nodded in understanding and one spoke up next.

“Well, we’re always here for you, no matter what happens.”

You looked at her through the rearview mirror and smiled in gratitude, they really did always have your back.

When you walked into the restaurant, your two roommates continued their conversation behind you as the host led you all to your table. As you made your way over, you saw a familiar silhouette sitting towards the corner of it and your stomach sank as your fear was confirmed.

So now here you are, standing in front of the woman you were just thinking about, eyes locked with a tension so palpable you can’t tear your gaze away. Her eyes look you up and down, even more intensely than earlier, and heat begins crawling up your back before spreading throughout your body.

Remembering you still haven’t responded to Powder, you snap out of it and say hello, looking at everyone else sitting with her. When Vi catches your eye, you see the scowl etched on her face and she looks away, ignoring you.

Isha leaps out of her seat to give you a hug, arms wrapping around your waist. You return the gesture and let her go as she signs that she’s happy to see you. Meanwhile, your roommates are behind you, watching this entire interaction with curiosity.

Standing back up, you glance around the table and see that the only empty seats are next to Sevika.

Just your luck that it would be fully packed on a Monday.

“Do you mind if we take these?”

Looking back at the woman, she quickly shakes her head as she extends her hand out towards them.

“No, of course not, go ahead.”

You, being the closest to her, take the seat right next to Sevika as your roommates sidle in beside you. Your heartbeat is thrumming by now, hyper aware of your movements and how close the two of you are.

Turning away from her, you see the looks on your roommates faces, slight frowns as they glance over at Sevika. Mouthing stop it, one of them rolls her eyes as the other looks at the menu in front of her. A waitress then comes by and quickly takes your orders before leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

Now you’re stuck. You’re not sure if it’s rude to ignore Sevika, while also feeling like you’re obligated to talk to her because you’re sitting next to each other. Rubbing your temples, you hope the chef comes out soon so you can have some sort of a distraction.

Your prayers are shortly answered when she arrives a minute later, immediately throwing food on the grill, causing Powder to cheer. You watch as her and Isha are enraptured by the flames, bringing a smile to your face. Those two may usually be shy kids, but seeing their personalities surface like this warms your heart.

Hearing your name, you turn around and see your roommates engrossed in a conversation, one of them catching your eye and leaning in towards you, whispering.

“That’s the oldest daughter? The one at the end?”

You try to recall the seating order from memory, not wanting to turn around and have someone catch you looking.

“The girl with the red hair, yeah, next to her is her girlfriend.”

Seeing her glance over, she looks up and down, assessing Vi, you assume.

“Hm. Okay.”

“Stop looking, I don’t need to give her another reason not to like me.”

Looking towards the chef, you watch her for a few seconds before your attention is brought back to your roommate.

“Hey, why don’t you just tell her what really happened? Clear the air and let her know that’s not the person you are.”

At her comment, you slowly shake your head, knowing Sevika wouldn’t go for that. Why would she believe you over her own daughter?

“I think it’s too late for that. She didn’t reach out the whole two week break, that says enough.”

Looking at Sevika from the corner of your eye, you see her staring at the fire with a blank expression, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

“Wait, didn’t you say you had copies of all the texts between Gert and the side bitch?”

Suddenly, old memories come flooding back. You had emailed yourself screenshots of Gert’s cheating when you were still deciding whether you should leave her. That was only meant for your eyes though, showing them to someone else who wasn’t involved didn’t seem right.

“I don’t know, that feels…wrong.”

Sighing, they look at you with exasperated looks on their faces before one of them speaks up.

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but if you like this lady, you have a way to clear your name, that’s all I’m saying. Don’t keep letting your old shit get in the way of something new.”

Leaning back in her chair, she turns to watch the chef tossing shrimp to people at the table, ending the conversation. Sighing, you know she’s right, and you needed the tough love, it was just the idea of exposing how badly someone treated you that made you apprehensive.

You hear Powder’s voice next to you, turning your head and seeing her almost stand up from her chair to get the cook’s attention. Everyone cheers when she catches a piece, and you clap for her, setting your hands on the table when you brush something. Looking down, you see that Sevika also has her hand laid on the table and you freeze.

How had you not noticed it was so close to yours until now?

You were suddenly extremely aware of her, realizing the woman was sitting closer than you thought. Sevika must have noticed too, because her hand twitched and pulled away, moving to lay on her thigh instead.

Before you could react, the chef calls out and you look back toward her to see what she’s talking about. Holding a piece of shrimp on her spatula, she gestures towards Sevika, who sternly shakes her head, much to the disappointment of her daughters. Powder and Isha start jeering before she quiets them with a raise of an eyebrow, reminding them of where they’re at.

The chef then turns to you, and your eyes widen. Opening your mouth to tell her no, you hear a “Yeah, Teach!” to your left and see Powder smiling at you. Isha gives you two thumbs up and even your roommates start quietly cheering you on. With so much attention directed your way, you feel obligated to say yes so you look back towards the chef and nod.

Watching the shrimp fly through the air, you can tell you won’t catch it unless you move, so you lean back just a bit further in your seat, or so you think. It feels like everything is moving in slow motion as your feet leave the ground and your chair starts tipping back, the feeling of falling settling in your stomach. Hearing gasps from around the table, you brace yourself for impact, praying your ego will recover from what’s about to happen.

Suddenly, your chair stops moving and you fly forward, all feet planted back on the ground. Glancing around, you then see Sevika’s arm wrapped around the back of your seat and a worried look on her face. Clearing your throat, you scratch the back of your neck and tear your gaze away from her, knowing your entire table, and maybe the whole restaurant, just witnessed you almost falling on your ass. Powder and Isha look shocked, and behind them, Vi has a smirk plastered on her face, clearly enjoying your misstep. You hear your friends asking if you’re okay, and after slightly nodding, you face Sevika to give her your gratitude, fighting through your embarrassment.

“Um, thanks. That could've been really bad.”

She only nods, looking at you with an understanding gleam in her eye.

“Don’t mention it, I’ve seen my fair share of falls with those three.”

She points her head in the girls’ direction, and you know she has stories. Holding back a smile, a vision of a tired Sevika protecting her rowdy girls springs to mind, and it’s adorable.

“Yeah, I bet they keep you on your toes.”

You look over at the girls, who are talking amongst themselves, no doubt about what just happened, and let out a small chuckle. It’s not hard to imagine them as little runts, constantly running Sevika ragged. Thinking about what an amazing parent she is, your gaze returns to the woman to see her already staring at you.

Her gaze catches you off guard, and she breaks eye contact right away, turning back towards the flame. Looking down towards your hands in your lap, you smile to yourself, starting to watch the chef again before hearing her voice cut through the noise of the restaurant.

“The girls missed you.”

Whipping your head towards her, you see that Sevika isn’t looking at you but straight ahead. You weren’t expecting her to strike up a conversation at this point in the night but you take advantage of the opening.

“I…missed them too.”

A sad smile adorns her face at that, and you get the urge to kiss it away. Thankfully, she speaks before you can embarrass yourself further.

“They didn’t stop talking about you our entire trip. Did Powder give you the keychains she bought?”

Slowly nodding, she turns her head towards you and lets her eyes flicker between yours, giving you the chance to do the same.

God, she’s beautiful.

“Good. She was really excited about them.”

The two of you make small talk from there, talking about the restaurant and the weather. After a few minutes, the conversation naturally ends and you no longer feel the awkward tension from earlier. You pick up your glass to take a sip when your attention is grabbed once again.

“So…when should Powder bring her project back to school? I get off early tomorrow so I can bring it with me when I pick her up.” She clears her throat, “If that’s okay with you.”

Looking over at her, you see the apprehension on her face and let yourself smile this time.

“Yeah, that works. You know where to park.”

The two of you get pulled into other conversations but the thought of seeing each other the next day carries you through the rest of the evening.

Eventually, dinner comes to an end and it’s time to go your separate ways, all of you standing up to leave.

Powder and Isha are the first ones to say goodbye, hugging you and telling you they missed you. Hearing them echo Sevika’s words from earlier warms your heart and has you squeezing them a little tighter. Sevika follows behind them, bidding you and your roommates good night with a tight lipped smile, and you return the gesture, albeit with a genuine one. Vi brings up the rear, dragging Caitlyn past you, but not before Caitlyn can sneakily wave at you behind her girlfriend’s back.

Not until they leave and you start your own journey to the exit do you realize that you failed to introduce everyone. Thinking about it, it probably wouldn’t have gone well so you decide it was for the best. Your roommates then pipe up behind you as you all reach the car.

“The girls were so cute saying bye to you, they seem really sweet.”

You beam as if they were your own, getting in and buckling up, checking all your mirrors.

“Yeah, they’re really good kids. Sevika’s doing a great job with them.”

The two of them exchange a knowing glance but say nothing. The drive home is filled with jokes and banter, and once you arrive, you see that your third roommate is in the living room on her laptop. Skipping hellos, your other two friends immediately start telling her about how the night went, not leaving out a single detail. When they get to the part where you almost fell and Sevika caught you, her mouth is agape and she starts laughing.

“Listen, I’m not her biggest fan but that was smooth, I’ll admit.”

They then tell her about how you two started talking later on, and they ask you what the conversation was about.

“Literally just the weather and how dinner was. And that she could bring Powder’s project back to school tomorrow.”

“So…that means you guys have to talk again?”

Biting your lip, you think thankfully.

“Well yeah, it’s the same schedule as before. Except now we have less time before the next deadline.”

Your roommate only nods at that, hearing the slight nerves in your voice, and you change the subject, afraid of getting your hopes up.

An hour later, you all decide to head to bed, tired from the day. Gliding through your bedtime routine as if on autopilot, you climb under the covers and wrap them tightly around yourself. That night, you dream of grey eyes and steady hands.

The next day passes by uneventfully, and after the final bell rings, Powder walks in, holding onto her backpack straps with a smile.

“Hey, Teach.”

You turn around and wave her in, clearing off your desk. Sevika had texted you a few minutes ago that she was on her way with Powder’s project so now the two of you are waiting for her, talking about a new movie that’s coming out soon. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and when you check the screen, you see a text simply saying “Here”.

You both walk out to the parking lot, propping open the main door as you make your way over to the truck parked nearby. Sevika’s already grabbed the two biggest boxes, hauling them with no effort and the sight never fails to make you swoon.

“The smaller two are in the backseat, you guys can grab those.”

Breezing past you, you’re able to stop yourself from looking directly at her, but the little bit you catch in your peripheral has you smiling. Snapping out of it, you remind yourself that you’re only trying to be cordial with her, nothing else.

Picking up the remaining boxes, you and Powder quickly follow Sevika inside to your classroom, setting them down in the corner. Looking around, you try to decide between asking if Powder can start working on it now or letting her go home for the day.

Sevika watches you walk in with an indiscernible look on her face, arms crossed over her chest as she waits for your direction. As the boxes are set down, she takes her phone out of her pocket, looking at something and making the decision for you.

“I’ve gotta head back to the shop real quick, but I can leave Powder here if you guys want to get started.”

Shifting her gaze towards you then Powder, you tell her it’s fine and she puts her phone back into her pocket, kissing her daughter on the head as she heads towards the door. Turning around, she calls out to you.

“Be back in a bit!”

As soon as she’s out the door, Powder starts to work, taking out the supplies she needs before placing them on the table. Watching her for a moment, you decide to start some grading at your desk, turning on your computer and pulling up the stack of papers.

Time seems to blur as you’re distracted by the numbers and comments you’re putting on the tests. Glancing back up, you see that Powder is still working diligently. You’ve come to appreciate how good she is at staying focused.

A rough knock at the door breaks you out of your thoughts, your head whipping towards the sound. You call out to let the person come in, assuming it’s Sevika.

When the door opens, you’re surprised to see Vi standing in the doorway. Her eyes flick around the room, a curious expression on her face when she sees Powder working, but a scowl replacing it as her gaze lands on you.

“Sev got caught up with something else, so she sent me to pick up Powder.”

You murmur out a stern okay, watching Vi stroll over to her sister as she looks over her shoulder at the project.

“What is it?”

Powder looks up, eyeing the girl.

“If I explain, will you understand what I’m talking about?”

“No.”

“Then why would I?”

The interaction causes you to hold in a smile, careful not to let them see you. Powder is feisty when she wants to be.

After a couple minutes, Powder grabs her things and walks over to your desk, Vi a few steps behind her. She lets you know what she worked on today and you smile, telling her you’ll look it over and give her your notes tomorrow. Telling you goodbye as she walks out, Vi follows, giving you a once over but not saying anything.

A few minutes later, you’ve written down your notations for the project, sliding them into your desk. Letting out a sigh, you gather your belongings, shoving your laptop inside, deciding you’re also done for the day. You’re ready to go home, eat your leftovers, and numb your brain with as much reality television as it will let you.

That week, you and Powder get into the swing of things with no problem, back to how they were before break. The only thing that was missing was Sevika’s homemade cooking waiting for you when she picked Powder up, and you missed it more than you realized.

On the bright side, you and Sevika were back to talking on a regular basis, which you were ecstatic about, even if it was only about Powder’s schoolwork. Two weeks of no contact didn’t sound like much, but you had grown accustomed to hearing from her daily and you missed your conversations more than anything. It was hard to find real connections as an adult, and if friendship was all that was in the cards, then that was good enough for you.

The comment from your roommate about showing Sevika the texts replays in your head the next few days, and you decide to go along with her idea. More than once, you almost had a chance to bring it up to Sevika, but something always interrupted the moment. A couple times, it was a work call she had to take, but most of it was by way of Vi hanging in the background, always watching you.

She had decided to start accompanying Sevika to pick Powder up after school, surprising all of you. You learn that she doesn’t have to be back at school for another month, and with nothing else to busy herself with, she decides to become Sevika’s personal chaperone. Knowing the reason why, you can’t blame her but you still wished she’d leave the two of you alone long enough to let you rectify the situation.

Another week passes, and your frustration starts to build. Sevika is still keeping your discussions very surface level, and you feel less and less confident about explaining your side. Even Powder has started to notice that something is wrong. She’s a very perceptive kid and sees the way that your shoulders have slumped, interactions with Sevika more reserved from your side.

As she works on her project, you sit at your desk, pretending to look over some papers so you can watch the door. Today, your eyes are glued to the clock, the seconds ticking by like hours.

As if you summoned her, a familiar figure steps into the room. Sevika, dressed in her work coveralls, glances over at Powder before her eyes catch yours. Giving you a small nod, she smiles faintly but her eyes still hold that weary look you’ve grown used to.

As usual, Vi is right on her heels, walking over to lean against one of the desks, propping her hands on top and crossing one leg over the other. They both watch Powder start to pack up her things, the three of you waiting for her to finish.

“How’s she doing?”

Sevika glances over at you, expectant.

“Really good. We’ve tweaked a couple things so she’s in the process of testing the new model but I have high hopes.”

You smile softly at the woman, sincerity laced in your voice. She grins back and her gap makes an appearance, causing you to look down at her lips. Luckily, Powder starts walking over that very moment and grabs everyone’s attention, causing Sevika to speak up.

“Ready, kid?”

“Almost. There was something I wanted to show Vi in the gym.”

The teenager in question looks up from where she was texting on her phone with a puzzled look.

“What?”

Sevika’s gaze flicks between Powder and Vi, looking as if she’s about to protest. Her hand even reaches out, just a fraction, but Vi is already putting her phone away and standing up as she groans.

“Fine, make it quick though, I got things to do.”

“What, like your girlfriend?”

Powder whispers that part, but in the quiet room, it reaches everyone’s ears. Seeing the angry look on Vi’s face, she sprints out of the room and down the hallway, her sister following close behind. Sevika can only sigh, closing her eyes as she rubs her forehead.

“Those girls are going to be the death of me, I swear.”

You stifle a snicker, taking the opportunity to fully stare at Sevika. Her uniform is old, covered in stains and the occasional frayed tear. It’s slightly unbuttoned at the top, leaving her throat and the middle of her collarbones exposed. The hand on her face is smeared with oil, and you think this might be your new favorite look of hers.

She shifts to stand up, and you realize the two of you are alone for the first time in weeks. A weight settles in your chest as you register that this is the chance you’ve been waiting for.

“Hey, can we talk?”

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what about a navy! sevika x farmer! reader where the both of them are on the edge of their relationship because sevika won't prioritize her wife because reader wants to start a family before reader eventually goes out to her garden in the middle of the night.

sevika then follows her wife to the garden to she apologies and beg for forgiveness before they eventually got really really breeding kink, praise kink intimate on the grass in the garden in the middle of the night

Little You's, Little Me's, but Janna, Little You's...

Navy!Sevika x Farmer!Reader

Contains smut, angst, breeding, praise kink, lovey sex, impregnation, possible depressed!reader, modern au, Sevika G!P

Beyond frustration.

With the basic supply and demand of fruits and vegetables during spring, you're always on your feet running errands and supplying food. It gets tiring after a while especially when after a particularly heavy night even when you come back there is no loving wife of yours to greet you, hold you, sleep with you or even have sex with at this point.

And you knew perfectly well this was because Sevika didn't want kids and you did, so whenever you guys would talk now it'd get awkward because of that. When you both met you both had planned out your entire future together but now it all seemed in shambles. The woman you had married, who once said she loved children, didn't anymore. Your marriage was at an all time low, Sevika was so busy with her work and missions that she was barely even available anymore and it made you so sad.

At the beginning you had thought she was cheating but then you both had a huge fight about it, it's been distant since that one fight. Today was your anniversary and this was the first anniversary you spent without Sevika, sitting by the staircase in front of the front door, praying to Janna she comes back tonight because you have so much to ask. Does she even love you anymore?

"You don't sound sorry," You retorted angrily, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

The door clicks at 3 AM and Sevika slips in. She sees you at the staircase and sighed. "I know I'm sorry." She said her voice nonchalant which made you further mad.

"What do you want me to say?!" Sevika yelled back, her voice booming, making yours seem like a puppy's bark, "I'm not bending backwards and apologising for no shit, you know very well what my job expects of me, and if you can't handle that maybe you should buy yourself some maturity!—"

You could hear the faint snoring, Sevika was probably sleeping on the couch. You stayed there curled up in bed, leaning against the bedframe with tears pricking your eyes. You could feel the warmth of the tears falling down your cheek, it's been a while since you've felt any sort of warm anyway.

"All this just because I wanna settle down? I'm not getting any younger, Sev..." Tears appear at your eyes and you say nothing as you stormed upstairs and into your shared bedroom, curling up in bed. You felt miserable now. You waited for her to come in the bedroom and comfort you but you didn't hear her walking in so after you got up and looked around, the bedroom was still empty. It made you feel even more hopeless than before.

2 days pass, it's been the same except now you don't even get up to water your garden, nurture the plants. You just stay in your room, eat in your room, sleep in your room and sulk in your room. You wanted to cry, scream and just disappear but you also loved Sevika so immensely that it was eating away at your whole being at this point.

It was late at night and you couldn't hear Sevika snoring from down the hall, usually it was the white noise that helped you sleep but today you didn't even know if she was home. Body too tired to move from mental exhaustion but you forced yourself out of bed, almost stumbling into the wall as you walked down the hall. Your eyes squinted in the darkness and finally found the doorknob, you opened it and a small gust of wind greeted you. You sighed again, heart heavy, you just wanted Sevika.

Whichever it was, you didn't really care. Still staring into nothingness. You felt the figure kneel down behind you, "Baby," came Sevika's soft voice, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said all that."

You walked outside and sat down on the grass, curling up there. A while later, you hear the crunching sounds of the grass signalling Sevika either stepped out of the house too and into your garden or some mindless killer had broken into the fencing and would kill you.

You turned to look at her, eyes tired, face sunken.

"Love," Sevika gently held the side of your face, "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm just scared. I'm being a little bitch but I'm so fucking scared that I won't be able to give my little ones enough time. I already don't give you time and—"

"Mm, it's okay," you said, looking away at the ground.

"No, it's not okay, I'm ready now. I'm sorry for being so cowardly, I couldn't even tell you, I thought you'd assume I'm weak."

"It's okay," you said now cracking a small smile as Sevika leaned in and kissed you, "Mm..." The kiss deepened, your body pressing into hers as you both kissed.

"I'd love to see little you's, little me's running around. Oh but Janna, little you's," Sevika said, her voice a little dreamy before she continued kissing you making you moan a little in her mouth, that gets her immediately hard.

"Doing so well, my baby," Sevika muttered as she tugged her sweat pants down just enough for her massive erect cock to slap up against her stomach, oozing precum.

Her hard cock pressing against your clothed sex through her sweatpants but she doesn't stop kissing you. Sevika nips at your jaw, and your neck as she moved lower. Her hands slipping beneath your blouse as she palmed your breasts. She was being soft and slow. Something you've rarely seen during sex. You tilt your head back giving her better access to continue her ministrations.

"Stuff me with your cum," You cooed in her ear which was probably tearing away at any forming hesitations in Sevika's head. She didn't need telling twice when she pushed your panties to the side and penetrated you. Her cock slipping in your slick wet folds with ease, buried snuggly within you.

"You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well," Sevika mumbled, she would always go pussy drunk whenever she was inside you mainly because you were so lewdly wet and your pussy was so tight.

Sevika pistoned her hips, pushing deeper into your cunt with each thrust, hands coming down to roll and twist your nipples between thick fingers that didn't hesitate going down your throat too, making you choke and drool.

"S-Sevika..." You whispered and then moaned loudly as she got a little faster.

"That good, yeah, baby? You like it? Want more?" Sevika cooed and you nodded, barely able to make sense out of her words as she thrusted in and out. Your juices coated her shaft completely, you needed more of her.

"Sevika, Sevika," you continued babbling her name and moaning softly with every kiss of her cock to your cervix, it felt far too good.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Sevika panted out, kissing you deeply. As she gave one ast thrust, you could feel your pussy filling up with her warm semen. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, she didn't pull out though, she stayed inside for a bit before she slowly pulled out, letting your panties back on your vagina.

"They'll get soaked," you whined.

Sevika picked you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom, letting you lay down as she cleaned herself off and then you too, running you a warm bubble bath.

"I don't care, keep it inside," Sevika kissed you again.

"I'm so sorry for fucking up our anniversary," Sevika leaned in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair gently as she helped washed your sore body.

"It's okay," you said with a tired smile, "I'm just really sleepy..."

"I know," Sevika gave you a half smile before picking you up, drying you off and putting you in bed, tucking you in. She got in bed too beside you and held you close.

"Soon... We'll have a little human all to ourselves," Sevika thought out loud to herself, looking at your already asleep face, "Sleep well, love."

Being Ambessa’s servant. 18+ content below.

Much like in battle, Ambessa has a bravado when it comes to sex. She likes to fight with a confident aura, and it takes a lot to affect her. Same applies to how she takes her pleasure. Your mouth over her, desperate and needy to taste every inch of her skin.

“Greedy, are we?”, she muses, though she enjoys it.

You only hum in response, mouth finding her pussy to make out with it. Ambessa is like a fine wine, and her taste explodes in your mouth like the sweetest berry or the tangiest orange, juices coating your chin because you are just so sloppy.

Ambessa doesn’t have to guide your mouth much, you seem to have an enthusiasm that takes care of itself. Your tongue works over her clit, and she only takes it in stride, as if she is hardly affected.

She is wise and calculated, and that comes with how she treats you. Always letting you tend to her like a servant, letting you follow her around like a lost puppy, and all of it is for a taste. Never kisses or embraces, but sensual massages that soothe her muscles or your tongue deep inside her pussy, maybe with yours grinding on her face if she is feeling giving.

Only when her body shivers with the waves of an orgasm does she let herself go, groaning and tugging at your hair. However, when it’s over..

“Off, little one.” Pulling your mouth away from her body despite your protests.

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