"I'll Make You Feel Good."

sevika masterlist

° one shots

mess around • part one • part two • part three

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

omg hiiii so i just thought of this and i js AUGH🥀🥀 so its a sevika x reader where they become friends and the more they hang out and spend time together the more the fall for each other but reader is very insecure and truly believes she’s unloved so everytime sevika try’s to ask her out or flirt reader just turns her down or mentions hooking sevika up with her “hotter” “skinnier” friends and honestly the rest is up to you🤭🤭🤭

PRETTY GIRL

warning: slight angst, body conscious!reader, fluff. Wanted this to be smut, but I don't wanna ruin the moment with Sevika fucking a vulnerable reader infront of the mirror, slight angst, part 2 pure smut is up dw

"Hey, can I get a whiskey? Neat." you smiled at the bartender as you sat down on the stool, your eyes looking around the overcrowded bar.

It had been a while since you'd gotten out and had fun. Work has been stressful and your mind was begging for a break. Even if it's just for a short while.

The bartender came back and slid a glass of whiskey infront of you, a smile flashing on your face as a thanks. You brought the glass up to your lips, your eyes closing for a moment when you felt the burn slide down your throat. "Fuck." you cursed under your breath, savouring the moment you have for yourself.

You looked down, your bottom lip getting caught in your teeth when you saw the belly fat slightly peeking out of the slit on your waist. "Are you fucking kidding me?" you whispered to yourself.

You began to wonder when that fat started getting bigger. You've always been conscious about how your body looked. You've been through a lot of diet pills, workouts, and food that you forced down your throat just to keep the "perfect body" that you had.

But considering the stress you've been in because of work—you stopped taking care of yourself. You began stress eating, munching on a bag of chips and smothering your face with ice cream every chance you get. You didn't even notice your weight going up because of the baggy clothes you've been wearing.

You felt tears well up in your eyes, your grip on the glass tightening. "So fucking stupid." you huffed and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill.

You faced forward on the bar counter and began nursing the whiskey, your mind drifting off to anything that doesn't include your body.

"Hey, get me the usual." you heard a gruff voice beside you and you turned to look out of curiosity. Your jaw dropped, seeing the giant, attractive woman sitting on the stool beside you—her face stoic and posture intimidating.

She felt your eyes studying her and turned to meet your gaze, her left eyebrow quirking when she saw how mesmerised you looked.

"You liking the view, pretty girl?" she teased, lips quirking into a smile. You immediately looked forward to avoid her piercing eyes, your face heating up at being caught ogling at the woman.

She chuckled at your reddened face and leaned forward with a teasing grin. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy. I like it when pretty girls stare at me, you know?"

"I-.. I wasn't even looking." you denied and frowned at her. She chuckled at your defiance, her eyes drifting to the glass of whiskey in your hand.

"I guess the universe wants us to get to know each other. Is that neat?" she pointed at your drink, making you nod shyly. "What's your name?"

You looked up at her in surprise, your eyes widening. She's asking for your name? An attractive woman asking a loner's name.

She noticed your silence and rolled her eyes. "Cat got your tongue?" she muttered. You quickly shook your head and told her your name despite stammering.

A smile crept up to her face. "Pretty name." she nodded, your name repeatedly rolling off her tongue. You could feel the red tint spread across your face and you couldn't help but squirm in your seat.

Sevika chuckled and took a sip of her whiskey. "You're cute, pretty girl." you rolled your eyes, but your lips quirked into a subtle grin. "You already called me that a hundred times this night."

That's when your friendship with Sevika bloomed. She started asking you out often to get drinks. Sometimes, you don't just go out to get wasted—you go on tiny strolls around the park, too. Or she would invite you over to her house to eat dinner.

Like tonight.

You were seated on the couch, eyes fixed on the movie that was playing on Sevika's TV whilst she cooked dinner. You could smell the hearty aroma of the food that she was cooking, your eyes closing subconsciously.

"Someone's liking my food." you heard a voice behind you, making you yelp. "What the fuck, Sevika?" you huffed and slammed a pillow in her face.

"Ow! Hey, that hurt!" she pouted, her hand coming up to caress her face dramatically. You rolled your eyes, but there was still that smile on your face. "Idiot."

Sevika froze, her mouth ajar as she looked deep into your eyes. You frowned upon seeing her pupils dilate, an unsettling feeling churning in your stomach at the expression plastered on her face. "What?" you muttered, fingers fidgeting with each other.

"You're pretty, you know that?" she smiled, and in that moment—you felt your heart dropped. Sure, she's called you pretty plenty of times before. But this one.. this one is different. This one sounds sincere, so sincere. Like it came from the core of her heart.

It made you feel uneasy. A woman like Sevika thinking a woman like you is pretty? Impossible. You're not even close to pretty. Not with your weight. Not with your belly fat poking out of your shirt.

"W-what are you talking about.. stop this shit." you huffed and pushed your hair back with your hand. Sevika frowned, sensing the atmosphere in the air. "What? I'm telling the truth. You're pretty. You're gorgeous even."

You turned and glared at her, tears forming in your eyes. You shook your head, fast and firm, refusing to believe the words that came out of her mouth.

"I'm not. Stop lying. Have you seen this?" you pointed at your stomach, Sevika's frown only deepening. "Yeah? It's your stomach. What's wrong with it?"

You scoffed, tears now threatening to spill out of your eyes. You rubbed your face with your hands in frustration. "I'm ugly, Sevika. Stop telling me that I'm pretty all the time when we both know that that's not true."

Sevika's jaw dropped, her chest tightening when those words came out of your mouth. She dropped to the floor infront of you, her eyes looking up at you with hurt. "Why are you telling yourself that?" she whispered, her voice wavering.

You were silent for a while, until Sevika's hand found yours. She traced circles on your skin with her thumb, as if reassuring you. "I don't know. You always flirt with me when you could just hit on your.. I-.. your s-skinnier friends." you choked out, your voice cracking when you managed to finish your sentence.

Sevika let out a soft gasp, her hand tightening around yours. "Baby.." she cooed. "I told you the first night we met, didn't I? You're beautiful. I don't lie, Y/N. I never fucking lie. And when I tell you that you're beautiful, believe it. Never doubt my words."

You slowly looked up, your eyes meeting hers. You could feel your heart swell at the sincerity in her voice. And for the first time in a while—you actually felt beautiful.

Sevika saw how the doubt in your eyes fade away, a smile forming on her face. She slowly got up, leaned down, and pressed her lips against yours softly.

Your eyes widened, a gasp escaping your mouth. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest, so hard that it could jump out of your chest.

You looked up to see Sevika's eyes closed, her mouth moving against yours gently. Softly. As if she's afraid of breaking you.

You slowly closed your eyes and reciprocated the kiss. But yours was hungry. Yours was desperate. As if you've been yearning for her for so long. As if you've been waiting for this to happen.

Sevika smiled into the kiss, savouring the way you pull her closer and press your lips hard against hers. She slowly broke off the kiss, your mouth chasing her. "Hold on, baby. Calm down." she chuckled. You looked away in embarrassment, afraid that you might've scared her off at your eagerness.

But Sevika turned your face back to look at her. "It's okay." she smiled. "Do you believe me now?" she asked, voice hopeful and desperate.

You smiled back at her, your face beaming brighter than before. "Yeah."

Sevika let out a smile and tackled you on the couch, her lips peppering your face with kisses. "Fuck, yeah! You're fucking beautiful."

You giggled and held Sevika's face with your hands to stop her from moving. You looked deep into each other's eyes. Both orbs screaming adoration and want for each other.

"I love you."

farm au! sevika masterlist

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farmer! sevika being really cold + farmer! abby being really warm

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farmer! sevika coming home from a trip to town

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♡ Reference

Seabomb, Seabomb!

Featuring Siren! Vi !

𓍯𓂃 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞

c.w. nsfw (use of hexcore strap) mean! sevika

mention of violence ex! brothel freader

sypnosis: how sevika would act with a reader who acts like a piltie (piltover citizen) 𝜗𝜚

God you hated being a woman.

You were currently being chased by a former client from the brothel. Despite constantly saying no to giving him service because you had just quit. He was adamant on having his way with you.

Clothes half torn and a rush of adrenaline rushing through you, you made a beeline towards a familiar bar in the distance.

The Last Drop.

You've had enough of the undercity at this point. The streets were overrun with shimmer addicts and that included the brothel.

More of your clients had been smoking shimmer and that caused them to become erratic at times. Pushing you to the brink of quitting.

It was a tough decision, leaving Babette and the brothel workers with whom you've called 'family'. But it had to be done.

"Will you leave me alone already?!" you snap back in annoyance as the pestering man was beginning to catch up with you.

" Sorry darlin' , I'm not leaving till I have what I want-" he slurred as he grabs your arm. In a frantic attempt to push him away from you, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar ravenette.

"Sevika!" , your voice coming out strained due to amount of screaming you had been doing the past 20 minutes.

Sevika, hearing a voice, she looked around in annoyance until she locked eyes with yours. Her eyes slitting when she noticed the man on the floor with a bloody nose had started chasing you again while you ran towards her.

Sighing in relief you fall into Sevika's side, too out of breath to even think at the moment. She didn't know the situation you were in but she damn well knows what the guys intentions are.

Grabbing the guy by the scruff of his dirty top she brang him close to her face and sneered "Listen here you scum, stay far away from my girl. Or next time, let's just say you won't be leaving without a limb unattached. Got it?".

The terrified man quickly scrambled to stand up as soon as Sevika threw him to the ground. Disappearing into the dark alleyway behind the lively bar.

Sevika was surprised to see you again. She hadn't been to the brothel in a while due to the heavy workload that she got from Silco.

"Thanks Sevika," you muttered under your breath as you began to shift on your feet. Clearly nervous after not seeing her for so long. It was especially embarrassing for you since you've never really seen her outside the brothel. Making this interaction all the more awkward.

"Hey," Sevikas deep voice made you look up solwy from the ground as she leans down to your level. Her cloudy grey eyes meeting with yours. "You ok? Did he hurt you anywhere?".

Wait, something felt wrong. She sounds like she actually cares about you? You could be completely wrong but chose to indulge in her behaviour nonetheless.

"No I'm fine, just a few scratches here and there when I tried fighting him off of me," you breath out, your voice faltering slightly from the nerves.

Sevika scanned your form, noticing how your clothes are torn and tattered and how your hair had become quite messy.

She shrugs off her cloak and wraps it around your shoulders, making sure to cover your body and uses her human hand to fix your hair. Tucking strands behind your ear so she could see your face better.

You were beautiful, just like she remembers.

There was an unspoken feeling between you two that you never brought up. This was because you knew Sevika was a busy woman and didn't know if she actually liked you or not.

You were spacing out for so long that you didn't notice her move away from you. Sighing in disappointment, you turn on your heel to walk back home.

That was until you saw Sevika standing a few feet away from you. The familiar tingle in your stomach resurfacing as you gave her a gentle smile.

"Do you want me to walk you home or not?"

(Timeskip to s2 )

Once again, the rally that Sevika had been trying hard to gather had failed. All they wanted was to see Jinx, but she refused to step outside her little workshop.

She was pissed that's for sure, nothing was going her way and nobody was taking her seriously. After Silco's death, Sevika tried taking over as the new leader of Zaun. But clearly that's not what the people wanted.

Slamming her apartment door shut, she made her way to the kitchen with heavy steps. Following the pleasant smell of...cake?

Sure enough, there you were. Wearing your usual silk night dress and a frilly apron that managed to accentuate your waist perfectly. You weren't rich in any way despite living on the outskirts of piltover, yet you managed to look exactly like a piltie.

Sevika was grateful to have you in her life, you two had finally made your relationship official. This was after months of constant flirting and pining after each other.

You were humming to yourself from a classic song that was playing on the radio. Sensing that a pair of eyes were watching you as you prepared the icing for the cake, you turn around with an inviting smile on your face.

"Hey Sev," you ushered her over with a spatula in your hand and the other resting on your hip.

"Can you taste this for me, please?" Though Sevika looked like she didn't want to, you could see her eyes light up from your comment. Knowing that she secretly craves sweet treats.

You expected her to take the spatula, but she instead reached down to grab hold of your waist. Pulling you in with a cold yet firm grip from her mechanical hand. She then scooped some icing with her finger and brang it up towards your lips.

"Well, go on. Stick out your tongue for me pretty girl."

You wanted to protest so bad , but they way she was looking at you made your knees buckle.

Legs unknowingly closing from the pet name, you obeyed. Sevika grabs your chin and places the sugary icing on your tongue. She had a shit eating grin on her face. Clearly amused from how quickly you obeyed her command.

Let's be honest, you wanted her as much as she wanted you.

The pretty angel cake that you baked for her sat on the counter forgotten as a you two began your makeout session in the kitchen. She had kept on adding more icing on your lips and tongue, loving the delicious combination of the icing and your saliva.

She holds your hips as you entangle your fingers into her short raven hair. Sevikas new haircut was...something. She thought you'd hate it but in your opinion, she looks 10 times hotter.

Sevika was the first to pull away as she leads you into your shared bedroom, and seats herself on her chair. That's right, you guys had enough money to buy her a desk set just in case she wanted to work at home rather than at the last drop. Which she appreciated alot.

Because now, she gets to fuck you on it.

"Come here," she commanded softly. Her voice was smooth and sultry. You eagerly climb onto her lap as Sevika's hands settle on your waist. Her fingers pressed into your flesh as she held you close.

As you settled, you felt a slight hum beneath you. Your eyes widened as you looked down at her pants. Sevika unzips the flap of her pants , revealing a hexcore powered strap on. She adjusted it so you could get a better look at it.

The soft glow flickering against her skin as she tilts her head, observing the mixed emotions you had on your face. A lazy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

You were speechless as you look up to meet with Sevikas stormy eyes. Clearly she had planned this before she left for work in the morning and had been meaning to use her new toy on you as soon as she got home.

Anticipation was building up inside you as you caught a glimpse of the length of strap. It had thick girth and glowing bluish veins.

"Gimme a kiss," she whispers gently as she bumps her nose against yours. You complied rather quickly, closing the gap between you both as you met her lips in a sweet kiss. Hands still holding your hips , she moves you ontop of her strap. Making you grind against it agonisingly slow.

Not breaking the kiss, she brings the straps of your dress down to reveal dainty lace bra. This made her stop dead in her tracks, pulling away with a string of saliva from the kiss.

You could see her eyes darken with lust and her nostrils flare slightly. It was no joke that you knew you weren't leaving the room at all 'til tomorrow morning.

"Hm, whats this?" She drawls as she thumbs over your perked tit's, making your voice falter as you answer.

"Mmph -... lets just say this was supposed to be a surprise present for you after we had the cake," you manage to squeek out as she continues to fumble with your breasts.

Her hot mouth hovered over you ear and you shiver from the way she whispers into your ear, "Guess I'll have the real dessert now , right here writhing beneath me."

She swiftly moves her fingers behind you and unclasps your bra, letting it fall onto the floor. Moving from your ear back to your lips, she brings you into a seering hot kiss filled with lust and passion. You moan against her lips as she plays with your bare tit's.

"Lean back for me on the desk will you?," she whispers against your lips. You do as your told and lean on your elbows as she spreads your legs apart. The coldness of her metal hand made you squirm but she manages to pry your thighs open. Exposing your matching lace panties to her hungry gaze.

"Fuck baby, you're this wet already?" She chuckles , "Just from a few kisses?". You bite your lip, your face heating up from embarrassment. Your breath hitches as you feel her thumb against your clothed clit, feeling the bud twitch under her touch.

"I can't help it Sev -," you gasp as she kisses a trail from your thighs down to your hot core. Gently nudging her nose against it.

Before another word couldbe said, your panties were torn apart a slight tug from her mechanical finger. Realising she can't really have you properly on her desk, she picks you up in her arms bridal style and plops you down on the plush mattress.

Crawling onto the bed beside you, she then maneuvers you above her face. You peered down with heavy breaths at her as her mouth was now inches away from your throbbing cunt.

"You're gonna ride my face now, 'kay angel?"

You're not sure how long you've been riding her face, but it felt like forever.

"Nngh! Shit Sev, please...- can we stop for a sec..?"

Fucking Sevika. Just because she was a regular at the brothel, doesn't mean she gets to have her way with you.

You were beginning to get exhausted from the amount of times you came on her tongue. Of course, It didn't help with her completely ravaging you underneath like a mad woman. Making you squirm on top of her.

"Tsk, stop moving. You don't want me to tie you up and leave you high and dry, do you sweet thing?"

She mumbles against your wet core. The vibrations from her deep voice made you moan louder, surprising yourself as you quickly cover your mouth.

The room filled with the obscene sounds moaning and skin slapping. Your body felt hot and sticky all over as Sevika continues to plunge inside you with her hexcore strap, the subtle vibrations adding to the pleasure.

You were surprised that it even fit in you considering the sheer size of the thing. But it slipped in quite easily due to the your own slick.

Sevika leans down as she folds her body over yours, pressing together your foreheads as she grunts. "Love this pussy so fucking much, you take my cock so well."

She captures your lips in hers as she deepens the kiss before pulling back slightly. Her intense gaze making you cower.

"You feel so good baby, 'swear I can feel you 'round me-"

Clinging onto Sevika , you felt the tension building once again as she fucks you relentlessly with a pace that leaves you breathless. You gently hold her face in your hands as look deep into her eyes as you whimper , "Pleae don't stop Sevy, you're doing so good for me."

Feeling her own high coming , she buries her face in the crook of your neck. Pressing hot kisses over the dark purple hickeys that we're scattered all over her neck.

"I won't angel, need you to come f' me ok?"

Sevika continues to pepper kisses all over your face and neck while her hands groped your tit's. Her thrusts becoming more faster and rugged , driving you both closer to the edge. You arch your back, your clit bumping against Sevikas abs with every moment. Your moans were getting louder so she leans in to swallow each one with a passionate kiss, making you borderline insane.

"There you go," she whispered, her voice a mixture of praise and satisfaction as she watched you unravel beneath her. "Taking my cock so well...just like I knew you would." Her words sent a thrill through you, and you felt yourself clench around her. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, making the bed creak beneath you.

"'Vika shit...! I'm gonna cum-" you huffed breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers make deep dents and scratches on her back. With one final deep thrust, you completely become undone. Your legs shaking by her head with every thrust as Sevika slows down to help you calm down from your high.

Once you both came, she pulls out. Watching a mixture of blue shimmer and your cum drip out.

As the after math of the moment settled over you both, Sevika shifted back just enough to see the mess she made. A playful smirk slowly forming on her lips. She took in the scene beneath her, the sheets ruined and soaked. Your face was flushed and your messy hair created the illusion of a halo above your head.

"What a mess," she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes as she caresses your cheek affectionately.

"Didn't know you had it in you." Her voice was low and playful. You were too dumbed out to speak so you just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing. Noticing how tired you were, she heads to the bathroom to turns on the taps and prepare a hot bath for you.

Picking you up gently from the bed, you weakly cling onto her while you lean in softly kiss her cheek. "Thanks Sev..."

" 's fine princess, let's get you all cleaned up. "

SECOND CHANCE I

FIRST ENCOUNTER

Modern!Sevika x Chubby!Reader

2.5k words

Next part

Contents: mentions of teenage pregnancy, slight mentions of homophobia, brief description of a motorcycle accident where Sevika lost her arm, age gap (Sevika is 40, reader is 22), I gave reader a name but it’s only mentioned once, heavy flirting.

Summary: Sevika decides to leave her shady life behind and moves across the globe with Anna, a friend from high school. Sevika is caught off guard by her attraction to you, Anna’s daughter.

A.N: This is the first part, a bit short but I have much more coming up… I feel the need to clarify that I placed this in Spain cause well, I live here lol. I have a full on backstory for Sevika that I’ll be sprinkling throughout. Also, I’m tagging the people who commented/rebloged my other post because I figured you would appreciate it. Enjoy!! @burntoutghost @vii-v @humbledaylily556 @ttsuvsworld @sevikaslatinawife @booksconsumeme @sevikaaaalover @shanesevikasfuckdoll

The sun was aggressive, slicing through the sky with no mercy. Sevika squinted against it, her sunglasses doing a piss-poor job of cutting through the glare bouncing off the white stone of Anna’s house. The sky was the kind of bright blue that felt offensive after countless hours on a plane with recycled air and a plastic tray of something that barely passed for chicken. 

Sevika stood on the uneven walkway leading up to the front door, sweat sticking her shirt to her back, the heat already settling in her bones like some kind of punishment. Her body was used to a different climate. A harsher one, where the heat came in waves, but never quite like this. This felt oppressive, almost suffocating.

The house itself was modest, weathered and alive in a way that felt foreign— potted plants wilting under the midday sun, laundry drying on the line, half-dry dishes stacked near an open window .The details were simple but somehow too much for her — too normal. The laundry, the dishes, the faint hum of life happening in every corner of the house. It felt so lived-in, so comfortably human, and Sevika couldn’t help but feel like an outsider, a stray dog caught on the wrong doorstep. Homey, in a way she couldn’t even remember.

Her throat felt dry, her chest tight. Maybe she was supposed to feel comforted. But all she felt was out of place. Before she could bring herself to knock, the door swung open. Anna's face appeared in the frame, warm and welcoming.

“There you are!”

Anna was older, but not much. The same laughter lines by her eyes, the same easy warmth in her expression that felt like a slap after the years of hard edges and cold glances Sevika had gotten used to. Her face was rounder now, her features softer, but her voice was the same. Her hair was pinned back in that same loose style Sevika remembered from high school, when they had both been different shades of unwanted. A teenage mom and a one armed lesbian. Hell of a pair back then. And there it was again, that jarring sense of time — Anna had moved on, grown into the woman she was meant to be. 

Anna’s arms opened wide, and before Sevika could think to sidestep, Anna was hugging her like it hadn’t been years since they stood in the same room. Sevika’s body went stiff out of habit, her arm hovering awkwardly before she finally gave in and patted Anna’s back with the flat of her palm. The motion was stiff, the touch too light, too careful. But the warmth of Anna’s hug seeped into her anyway, uninvited, like it had every other time. 

“You look like hell”Anna said, stepping back with a teasing grin that didn't quite hide the worry behind it. 

It was the kind of grin that made Sevika feel like Anna could see right through her. After all, she knew everything. Years of wrong choices and the time spent in prison. And still, Anna was welcoming her into her house like nothing had changed. 

“Flight was hell”Sevika grunted, her voice rough from too many cigarettes in airport smoking lounges. She hadn't realized how much she missed the sound of Anna’s laugh until she heard it again. 

Inside, the house smelled like coffee, sunscreen and something floral. The furniture did not match, the floors were clean but scuffed, there were photos crowding every shelf and sun-faded postcards pinned to the fridge. It was a house people lived in, not just passed through. A life built piece by piece, sunny and uneven.

It was too clean to Sevika’s comfort, too open. Like it hadn’t seen bad choices made at 3 a.m or fights over half empty baggies. This was a house for soft mornings and wine in the afternoon. Sevika’s boots felt too heavy on the tile floor, her presence too sharp for the soft world Anna had built here.

Then you walked in. Hair still damp, skin sun warm, bikini bright enough to hurt her eyes against curves Sevika couldn't help but notice. Thick thighs, soft belly, a body that took up space in the most unapologetic way. A body that commanded attention without trying. Sevika found herself frozen for a second, eyes trailing down the curve of your waist, the way your skin seemed to catch the light like it was made of something softer than anything she could touch.

You paused in the doorway, eyes flicking over Sevika with open curiosity, and for a split second, Sevika was caught off guard— exposed. She stood tall, her board frame catching your attention, tanned skin rippling with muscle beneath the faded sleeve of her t-shirt. Tattoos covered her visible arm, a labret piercing glinted beneath her asymmetrical lips.  Every inch of her felt like a statement, sharp against the softness of the room.

You turned to your mother, effortlessly switching into Spanish, assuming Sevika wouldn’t understand.

“No me esperaba que tu amiga estuviese tan buena”

I didn’t expect your friend to be so hot. 

In a different situation, Sevika might have felt a flash of pride. Her Spanish was rusty, but good enough to understand you. Instead, her brow twitched, a brief flicker of surprise crossing her face, but she didn’t say anything. Anna snorted, swatting at you with the back of her hand. But Sevika’s focus was already elsewhere, her mind replaying your words.

“Cállate”Anna said, but she was laughing. 

Sevika didn't react, even when you turned to face her again and gave her a slow, deliberate, onceover. It wasn’t the kind of look she was used to — it wasn’t hungry or mocking, just curious. You didn’t bother hiding your fascination. You looked at the scars, the empty sleeve, the worn lines of her face.  The silence between them stretched for a moment before you stuck out your hand.

“Hey”you said”I’m Angela”

Sevika took your hand without thinking. Your grip was confident, fingers soft but firm. You held on just a little longer than necessary, feeling her calloused hand against yours. 

“Sevika”she said, her voice low and flat. 

“Cool name”you said, smiling like you had already decided you liked her. 

The curiosity was still there. The half-sleeve where her arm should have been, the faded tattoos, the scars on her left side, her uneven lips. It was clear in the tilt of your head, the way your gaze lingered for just a fraction too long. There was no pity, just interest. 

Anna was talking, half distracted, explaining something about the shop and leaving Sevika to settle in. But you didn’t leave the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, watching her like you were trying to figure her out. You didn't even try to be subtle. Every time Sevika’s eyes looked your way, you shifted — stretching for something on the top shelf, the hem of your bikini bottoms slipping lower on your soft hips. You were showing off, making sure she saw every curve, every centimeter of soft skin.

And Sevika saw all of it. She liked big women — had always liked the way they filled her hands, her lap, the way they carried themselves. And you? You were a perfect example of it. Softness and confidence, wrapped into one. The way you moved, the way you bent just a little too far, making sure your ass caught her eye — it wasn’t an accident. It was deliberate. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were doing it to draw her in. Sevika 's jaw tightened. She was too old for this. Too tired for games like that. But the thing was, she was already looking.

“Make yourself at home!”Anna’s voice called, her voice fading down the hall as the door clicked shut.

A mischievous grin appeared on your face as you reached for the sunscreen. You knew exactly what you were doing while you poured the creamy liquid over your body. You made a show of it. Fingers spreading the lotion across your skin, palms gliding down over your stomach, your hips, fingers teasing at the edge of your bikini bottoms. Just enough to make Sevika’s pulse hitch.

Sevika turned away. Too late. Her throat was dry, a flicker of heat creepin up her neck. When she glanced back, you were still watching her. Smirking, not even pretending to hide the satisfaction in your eyes

“Hey”you said, your voice all sugar and mischief”Can you help me with my back?”

“You can’t do it yourself?” Sevika asked, her eyes narrowed.

Her brow arched, but her feet were already moving, like her body had decided before her mind could stop it. 

“I could”you smiled, trying to look innocent”But you have a strong hands”

Sevika’s stomach tightened. She shouldn’t. You were too young. Anna 's daughter. She shouldn't feel this pull, shouldn’t want any of this. But she was already beside you, her hand slick with sunscreen, hovering just inches from your skin. 

Your back was warm under her palm, skin soft and smooth. Sevika’s fingers were rough where yours had been gentle. When her palm slid up between your shoulder blades, you made a low sound. Not quite a sigh, but close enough to make her fingers twitch, a reminder that this was no ordinary touch.

“Harder” you murmured, quiet but commanding.

You tipped your head to the side so you could watch her from the corner of your eye. Her fingers pressed down, kneading the sunscreen into your skin, sliding down the dip of your waist and over the curve of your hip. You arched into it, your body eager, seeking more. 

Sevika’s heart picked up its pace. It was hard to ignore your body so close to hers, they way you responded to her touch, like you needed it. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. But it was hard to fight when every inch of you seemed to beg for her hands.

“So strong… just as I like them”

Sevika’s fingers faltered just for a second before dragging back up your spine, slower this time. Her pulse was steady, heavy thud in her ears. You stayed still, letting her touch you, trusting her hand to find its way. Once your back was covered with lotion, Sevika pulled her hand away. Half relieved it was over, half wishing it hadn’t ended just yet. 

“Thanks, Sevika”you said, turning around. 

“Anytime” she replied, her voice forced to be flat. 

You smirked, walking away to find a towel and a pair of flip flops. You made sure to sway your hips, making your ass jiggle while Sevika’s eyes struggled to look away. But you knew she was watching, unable to look anywhere else.

“I’ll be down at the beach”you said”Join me if you are not too tired”

Then you were gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of sunscreen and the soft patter of your feet on the tile. Sevika exhaled slowly, running a hand down her face as if trying to shake off the feeling that had crept up on her. Reluctantly, she grabbed her bag, shoulders tight, and walked down the hallway. 

The guest room was small, but comfortable. Walls pale green, the window open to let the salt air drift in. There were fresh sheets on the bed, folded towels stacked on top of the dresser. Small kindnesses she didn't know how to accept. 

Sevika sat at the edge of the bed, her duffel bag slumped at her feet like a tired dog. Worn canvas, frayed at the seams. The zipper stuck halfway if she wasn’t careful. Everything she owned fit inside it. Forty years of life reduced to a few changes of clothes, a pack of smokes and some old, faded photos. 

Sometimes it felt like a failure, proof that she had fucked it all up. Letting her whole life shrink down to something she could carry with one hand. Other times, it felt like freedom. No furniture, no keys, no lease, no obligations or ties to anything. If she wanted to leave, she could be out the door in less than a minute. Better that way. 

Sevika bent down, unzipping the bag slowly. The faint scent of old leather and cigarette smoke curled up from inside, a scent that had been with her through more motel rooms than she cared to count. She dug through her clothes, bare essentials she had packed without thinking. 

At the bottom, under a rolled up hoodie, her fingers found a Polaroid. It was creased, the colors had faded. Anna’s smile is a little softer, Sevika’s teenage scowl a little blurrier. They were standing in front of Sevika’s old motorcycle, the one she’d rebuilt from scrap after her uncle’s buddy found it rusting in a junkyard. Anna, seventeen and pregnant, wearing a band tee that stretched over her growing belly. Sevika, sixteen, already tall and broad shouldered, her arm still intact, her hair in a messy mullet. The photo felt like another life, another version of herself. 

She left the photo carefully, fingers lingering for just a moment. Her hand automatically found the scar where her left arm used to be. The skin was thick, knotted, a patchwork of surgeries. She knew every ridge and dip, could map the damage with her eyes closed.  

The accident came back in pieces— the smell of burnt rubber, the sickening crack of bone, the grinding scrape of skin against asphalt. Blood everywhere, her helmet shattered, the world spinning in a blur of pain and terror. She never rode again after that. Losing the arm should have been enough, but it was the way people looked at her afterward that stuck with her. They either stared too long or couldn’t meet her eyes at all. The girl who was already a freak for being too butch, too loud about liking girls, had become something even worse: a cautionary tale. 

Anna was the only one of her friends who stayed by her side. Even pregnant, even scared, Anna still sat with her in the sterile quiet of the hospital room, snuck her smokes when the nurses weren’t looking. They’d both been outcasts, orbiting each other like misfit planets — Anna with her growing belly, Sevika with her missing arm. Nobody else wanted them, so they stuck together.

And now here they were, more than twenty years later. Anna with her sunlit house, her life stitched together with a thousand little comforts, and Sevika, with her duffel bag full of nothing, clinging to the past like it might slip through her fingers if she let it go. Sevika slipped the Polaroid into the drawer beside the bed. Out of sight, but not too far. Some things you don’t throw away, even when you probably should. 

The sound of laughter floated in through the open window. Your laugh, bright and teasing. It prickled under her skin, already too aware of the heat still lingerie on her palm from your bare back. Sevika leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her hand resting on her stomach. 

Forty years in a duffel bag. Better that way. Probably. But there was something different about this place. A softness in the air, a possibility she hadn’t let herself believe in years. For the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like she was just running away.

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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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.