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Reader trolls Sevika at work and once Sevika gets home she fucks the living shit out of reader 😋

woah. 🤭

The morning starts with you being a menace. Sevika’s buried in paperwork at Silco’s office, leaning back in her chair, scowling like usual. She doesn’t notice you slipping in until you’re leaning against the edge of her desk, tapping her pen against her notes.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” she mutters, snatching the pen back.

You grin, leaning forward. “Nope. Watching you get all serious is fun.”

You don’t stop there. You steal the lighter from her pocket when she isn’t looking. You hum loudly when she’s trying to count something. You even drop a sarcastic, “Careful, boss, you’ll wrinkle your forehead if you keep glaring that hard.”

Her jaw tightens, her flesh hand clenching into a fist. She doesn’t snap…yet. Sevika’s good at bottling things up when she’s on the clock. But her eye flicks to you every so often, sharp and promising. You know you’re in for it.

By the time she finishes her shift, she’s simmering. You halff expect her to lecture you the second you both step inside, but she doesn’t. She’s too quiet, dropping her coat, locking the door.

You laugh nervously. “What? No smart comments about me being annoying?”

She turns, slow, stalking toward you. “Oh, I’ve got comments.”

The next thing you know, your back hits the wall. Her metal arm slams against the plaster beside your head, her flesh hand gripping your jaw so you can’t look away.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” she growls, her voice rough with restraint.

You whimper a little but your smile betrays you. “Maybe…”

That’s the last smug word you get out before she’s on you. Sevika drags you to the bedroom like you weigh nothing, tossing you onto the bed. Boots off, belt unbuckled, she climbs over you, pinning your wrists with her prosthetic while her flesh hand works between your thighs.

“Wanted attention so bad? You’ve got it,” she snarls, ripping your clothes aside like they’re in her way.

Her fingers slam into you without mercy, thick and unrelenting, curling just right to make your legs kick against the sheets. She keeps you pinned, keeps you helpless, fucking you with a rhythm that’s less about pleasure and more about punishment, though your body can’t tell the difference.

“Look at you,” she taunts, leaning down so her breath is hot on your ear. “You’re dripping. Acting like a brat just to get me to do this.”

You try to shake your head, deny it, but the way you choke on your moans ruins it. She laughs low in her chest, pressing harder, faster, until you’re trembling.

“Not so cocky now, are you?”

By the time she’s finished, you’re wrecked, soaked, boneless, throat raw from begging. She doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied you’ve learned your lesson, until you can’t even form words anymore.

Only then does she ease up, pulling you against her chest, stroking your hair like she didn’t just fuck the life out of you.

“Next time you wanna troll me at work,” she murmurs, lips brushing your temple, “remember what happens when we get home.”

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for your sake as a fic writer you should avoid interacting with mwahbabe at all costs. she gets off on power trips and bullying people out of fandoms for writing dark content so it’s best to block her. just wanted to warn ya!

Hello darling!

Thank you for this :) but, who is mwahbabe my dear? Ive never heard of her and am unsure of what she has done :(

Why is she bullying people?

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Pardon me this is a half thought out request, but reader who dances a bit risqué but she really likes to dance and sevika doesn’t mind. Like “do what you want I can fight.” Vibes but someone tries to tell sevika that she should break up with reader because reader is “obviously doing it for attention from other people”…again sorry this is based loosely based off of what happened to me but i don’t have big mama sevika to defend me

just keep watching

sevika x reader

synopsis: Your girlfriend has always been the type who never felt threatened by anyone or anything.

So, she doesn't care what you do or wear; she knows that you'll just go back to her.

warnings: established relationship, fluff (?)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i need a woman like sevika

The music of the bar was deafening.

The floor of the club shook as you mindlessly danced alongside a few friends of yours. You had a drink in your hand that would occasionally drip onto the floor due to your graceful — and somewhat intimate — movements.

Your girlfriend was at the bar, standing against the counter with a drink in her hand. Her grey eyes lingering on you, making sure that no one dares to get handsy with you.

You were always the type that danced rather sensually, and Sevika never saw it as anything to be threatened of; it was the reason you had originally caught her eye so long ago anyway.

She trusted you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything more than dance or wear a rather revealing outfit. Plus, she had always accompanied you to clubs, and if someone overstepped their boundaries with you she'd be there to help out.

You took another sip of your drink — it was practically empty now since most of it had ended up on the floor — and then saw your girlfriend talking to a man you had never seen before.

You weren't able to see his face as it was dark all around you, and your only light source was consistently flashing in different colours. However, you managed to catch the familiar scowl that Sevika typically wore around everyone but you.

You saw Sevika's lips move, but you couldn't catch what she had said due to the distance and the deafening sounds of music. You hadn't thought it was a big deal, until she threw a sudden punch at the man.

The man held onto his face, and rubbed the crimson blood that was falling out his nostrils from the impact.

Weirdly enough, he hadn't even attempted to fight back. You just watched as his scrawny build scrambled to run away from your girlfriend.

You quickly moved through the crowd — your friends still dancing alongside each other — and walked towards Sevika.

"What happened?" You ask, sitting on a bar stool that stood next to your girlfriend.

Sevika doesn't say anything, just grumbles and takes an obnoxious sip of her drink.

"Sev'," you call out to her, placing your hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

She places the drink down, almost smashing it against the bar counter.

"Just some dipshit," she grumbles.

"What'd he say to you? Hm?" You question, keeping your tone soft.

"Some shit about how I should break up with you or somethin'," Sevika mumbles.

You blink at her, confused as to why someone would randomly approach your girlfriend to say that.

"...Why did he say that?" You tilt your head as you ask.

Sevika crosses her arms and looks down, her dark hair falling alongside her face. "Nothin', no reason."

"C'mon," you pry. "Tell me, it's ok."

She sighs and looks at you, her grey eyes softening as they lock in on your own eyes.

"Said somethin' about how you just were," she pauses before continuing. "How you were doing that all for attention."

Your eyes soften and a shade of red creeps onto your face. Whether it's out of embarrassment or shame is unknown to you.

"I know you don't do that though," Sevika reassures you, her softened expression making you feel warmth in your heart.

"I know," you smile softly and kiss her cheek. "How about we go home now? Hm?"

Sevika sighs and nods, her right and calloused hand holding onto your own. You can feel tension within her body as you walk alongside her and as you exit out the club doors. The music now slowly fading from your vicinity.

You two walked through the darkened and busy streets of Zaun, your hands interlinked with one another.

"Was hitting him necessary though?" You giggle, hoping to release her tensed muscles up.

"Course it was," she rolls her eyes, almost as if your question had an obvious answer to it already.

She squeezes your hand a little tighter, like she’s reminding herself you’re still right there. That you chose to walk away from the lights, the heat of the dance floor, and all the eyes — just for her.

You smile to yourself as your heels click softly against the cracked pavement of Zaun. The buzz of neon signs flickers above your heads, casting shadows that stretch and twitch like something alive. You hear the soft hum of distant engines, the occasional shout from a back alley. The city never really sleeps — but in this moment, wrapped in Sevika’s silence, it feels like it’s holding its breath.

"You know I didn’t care what he said," you smile softly, glancing at her as she walks beside you. "He doesn't even know me."

"That’s not the point," she mutters, jaw clenched. "I don’t give a damn what he knows or doesn’t. I just—"

She trails off, sighs, as if she's struggling for a second. You give her hand a little tug to slow her down and remind her to take her time until she turns to look at you properly.

"You what?" you ask, your tone as soft as it always is with her.

Sevika exhales like the air’s been stuck in her lungs too long. She raises her metallic hand and brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, thumb pausing just for a moment on your cheek.

“I just hate when people look at you like you’re something they can reach for. Like they don’t even see you, they just see what they want.” Her voice is low. Rough. “And I know you can handle yourself — but that doesn’t mean I won’t remind people whose hands they’re playing with.”

Your cheeks flush again, and this time, you know it’s from something warm.

Protective.

Fierce.

"You’re kind of scary when you talk like that," you tease, giggling.

"Damn right I am," she smirks, but there's a softness behind it. That rare kind of vulnerability that Sevika only shows when the city's noise is far enough behind the two of you.

You walk a little farther before your apartment comes into view — the faint yellow glow of your porch light flickering.

"Shit," she grumbles. "I gotta fix that."

You look up at her and smile, "worry about that tomorrow, baby."

Once you’re inside, Sevika locks the door behind you, automatically checking the windows, the corners.

Habit.

She always makes sure you’re safe before anything else.

You kick off your shoes, sighing in relief, and Sevika tosses her jacket on the nearest chair and leans against the wall, watching you with that unreadable look in her eye.

You pause in the middle of the room.

“Sev?”

“Hm?”

“You really scared him off, you know,” you smirk. “Like full-on ‘ran for his life’ scared.”

"Good. He should be scared," she mutters, crossing her arms again, but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to grin.

You walk up to her slowly, placing your hands on either side of her shoulders.

“You’re lucky I like the possessive thing,” you whisper, leaning up close. She lets out a low chuckle, finally relaxing a little as she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Yeah?” she murmurs against your temple. “I’m lucky you like a lotta things about me.”

You hum and lean into her chest, your body relaxing into hers like you always do when the door’s shut and the world’s quiet again. And with her heartbeat steady against your ear, the weight of the night slips away.

“Don’t let them get to you, Sev,” you whisper.

“I don’t care about them,” she replies, voice gruff but gentle. “I care about you.”

And somehow, in the middle of Zaun — with its broken lights and broken people — that’s enough.

Maybe even more than enough.

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Tattoo anon again..

Oooo yes! Now let me think. I’ve never requested something before and technically you kinda set it up but let me cook🤭 It would be cute if it included a soft tattoo girlie and maybe some past scars- just some life. Maybe surgery, falls, being clumsy. And then just laying in bed and Sev finally admitting how attracted she is to readers small, soft, “simple” tats. IDK😭 I’m trying to think of something so simple and cutie and would make me go “omfg Sevvvv” and kiss her face lol.

Take it and run w it however you want tho :’)))

stars on your scars

sevika x tattooed! reader

synopsis: you've covered up your past scars with tattoos, not wanting the scars to be as visible.

However, you never knew how much your girlfriend loved your tattoos until she told you.

warnings: fluff, scars mentions (but no specific reason for said scars)

word count: 0.7k

a/n: writing this lowk feels healing as someone whose body is covered in scars from past sh

You were in bed with Sevika, wrapped in her arms and slowly crossing the bridge of going into a deep sleep. That's when you felt her metallic arm gently caress at the tattoos that covered your thighs.

You hum in response from the sudden touch, slowly opening your eyes and looking up into Sevika's grey eyes.

"Hm?" You yawned, as if asking your girlfriend as to what she was doing.

"Just lookin' at your tattoos," she mutters, her tooth gap being visible as she speaks.

"Hm? Why?" You ask, rubbing your eyes slightly.

"I just like 'em," Sevika says, looking back down at the simple tattoos that cover your thighs and arm.

You blink at her, not expecting that.

"You do?" You tilt your head.

"Mhm," she replies, continuing to rub at the plush and tattooed area of your thigh. "Thought you knew I did."

"Well," you stretch. "You never exactly mentioned it y'know."

Sevika stays silent, but you can see the admiration in her eyes as she stares at your tattoos.

You shift a little beneath the covers, her metal fingers still idly tracing the bold inked lines placed near your hip.

The touch is gentle, uncharacteristically so — especially coming from someone like Sevika, whose days are usually filled with violence and unpredictability.

"Which one’s your favourite?" you giggle softly, voice still thick with sleep as you let your head fall back onto her chest.

Sevika pauses, thumb now resting against a small moon tattooed just below your hip. "This one," she says after a beat. "The moon one."

You lift your head just enough to glance down.

The moon tattoo was the first one that you had gotten, but the quality of it was poor and it wasn't as detailed compared to your others. You remembered choosing that one as it was during a time in your life where everything was harder than it is now, and the moon was something that always provided you peace.

"That? Why that one?" You ask, confused as to why she'd choose that one in particular.

She shrugs with one shoulder, the movement subtle beneath you. "Don't know, it's just like you I guess," she mutters. "Quiet. Always watching. But still soft — if that's even the right word."

You feel your chest flutter at the unexpected softness in her words. It’s rare, these moments when Sevika lets her guard down. You don’t take it for granted.

"You’re gonna make me blush," you giggle, a small smile tugging at your lips as you settle in closer to her warmth.

Her arm curls tighter around your waist, pulling you even more flush against her. "Good," she mutters. You can practically hear the smug smirk on her face as she speaks.

There’s a comfortable silence after that, only the sound of your soft breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as Sevika shifts. Her metal fingers continue to drift over your skin, tracing old ink like they’re reading a story she knows by heart.

While her other hand continues to curl tightly around your waist.

"You ever think about getting one?" you ask, sleep beginning to drag at your voice again.

"A tattoo?" she replies, as if the thought had rarely ever crossed her mind before. "Well, sometimes."

You glance up at her, curiosity piqued. "What would you get?"

She’s quiet for a moment, then her gaze flickers down to you — not just your tattoos, but you. "Somethin’ that reminds me of this."

You blink slowly, wondering what she means by that "This?"

"Yeah," she says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. "You. Us. Whatever this is."

There’s nothing to say after that. You just smile and bury your face into the crook of her neck, letting the warmth of her words carry you the rest of the way into sleep.

However, before you cross that thinning line of sleeping and being present in the moment, you feel the warmth of Sevika's lips pressing onto the top of your head.

And that was the last thing you felt before your fatigue overpowered you.

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can you please do reader and caitlyn cuddling and you’re just telling her how pretty she is and showering her in compliments and cait gets all shy and flustered and she is literally begging you to stop 😞 baby deserves to be showered in compliments after all she’s been theorugh awh

showered with love

caitlyn x reader

synopsis: cuddling with your wife after she's had a rough day

warnings: established relationship, fluff

word count: 0.4k

a/n: very short fluff drabble bc I am very tired and trying to get my reqs out while making them the best quality that I can ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

You heard Caitlyn groan as she stepped into your guys' shared bedroom. You laid atop the soft bedsheets and the abundant amount of decorative pillows were placed onto the floor beside you.

"What's wrong, dear?" You ask, putting the book in your hands down into your lap.

Caitlyn didn't say anything at first, she just changed into the nightie that she had worn the night before and fell next to you on the bed.

"Bad day at work, hm?" You ask, placing the book on the nightstand and moving closer to your wife.

Caitlyn sighs and nods — as if she's too fatigued to even let words out. You sigh softly and wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer and allowing for her head to lay on your chest.

It didn't take long for Caitlyn to melt into your touch — you felt as her body relaxed in your arms.

You gently rubbed the back of her head. Her dark blue hair feeling soft as it always does. You gently kissed the top of her head, before beginning to whisper sweet words to her.

"You should be proud of yourself y'know?" You whisper, pulling her closer — despite your bodies being as close as they can already be at this point.

Caitlyn doesn't say anything, but you feel as she fidgets with the hem of your night-shirt.

"You work so hard," you smile softly. "I know not many people acknowledge or notice that, but know that I do."

You gently pull the covers over the both of you, not wanting either of you to get cold.

"And you have such a kind heart," you kiss her head again.

Caitlyn stays silent but buries her face into the crook of your neck, whispering something that you don't catch.

"What's that, darling?" You ask, moving closer to hear her once more.

"Stop," she mumbles.

Her tone has no control to it, but you catch the hints of embarrassment within it. You smile as you catch onto her embarrassment, but you continue to display your affection with your words.

"I really am so lucky to have someone who's both beautiful on the inside and out," you lean onto her head.

You feel as Caitlyn tugs onto your night-shirt once more, as if she's displaying another attempt of getting you to stop. You sigh and smile as you kiss the top of her head once more.

"Rest now, darling," you whisper.

"You deserve it."

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TINY READER BIG STRAP TINY READER BIG STRAP TINY READER BIG STRAP TINY READER BIG STRAP I need to dick down sevika

submissive sevika, strap, sevika cries, slight size kink

╰┈➤ sevika knew she shouldn't have made a bet with an evil gremlin like yourself. now you stood there in front of her with a menacing grin on your lips, a huge silicone dick hanging between your legs. your hands rested on your hips as if you were showing off how your tiny body looked with the ridiculously huge strap. sevika scoffed. "im not doing this." she crossed her arms under her tits, mechanical arm clinking softly. you groaned loudly, dramatically, "vika! don't be a sore loser because you make bad bets!" you huffed and took a step closer. sevika almost flinched before she rolled her eyes. "fine." she pretended to not like this game going back and forth but she was so soaked in her boxers...

╰┈➤ you gripped her thighs tightly as you spread them, "wow, baby, and i thought you didn't want this." you gave her a lopsided grin. "start already before i change my mind." sevika snapped making you roll your eyes. you angled your hips forward, the tip of the strap grazing against your hole as you smirked down at the way her pussy clenched around nothing as if she craved your dick with every cell in her body— but her ego held her back.

╰┈➤ sevika was barely ever the receiving end of taking the strap so she was tight down there even though she did not want to admit it.

╰┈➤ "oh baby, you're so tight." you grunted as you pushed forwards and pressed into her hole. "fuck, when's the last time someone's fucked you like this?" sevika rolled her eyes and swallowed, biting her bottom lip. "d-dont be askin' me my sex history while you're balls deep in my— you slammed it inside all the way earning a deep, guttural scream from her. it was everything you did not expect.— it was that deep, raspy-from-smoking and loud. you paused right where you were. "oh, fuck, janna you're so hot, fuck, fuck, fuck."

╰┈➤ your pace increased with every needy little moan or whimper that escaped your older girlfriend. she was clutching the sheets for dear life, her flesh hand's knuckles going white, teeth gritted together. you saw the little shine of tears forming at her eyes but she desperately tries to blink them away. you leaned forward, strap burying to the hilt into her pussy, "are you okay—?" sevika nodded, "im fine!" she looked away trying to hide her tears. tears of pleasure.

╰┈➤ "come on, baby, you can cry on my dick if you want to, i won't judge." you said with a malicious little grin before you pulled her flesh hand away, interlacing fingers. "look at me." she shook her head. you slammed your cock inside earning a low groan from her. "i said look at me, vika." she was shy, embarrassed too. but then she slowly looked at you, eyebrows curled up in pleasure and lips dark from biting. "say that you love my dick." you rubbed her clit earning an unexpected whine from her. "fuck you." sevika glared.

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sevika x reader sickfic :3333 someone (both?) are sick and taking care of each other 🥹

You were curled up on the couch, face buried in the pillow, the blanket pulled up to your ears. Everything ached. Your skin was burning and shivery at the same time, and you could barely keep your eyes open.

“Baby?” Sevika’s voice drifted from the kitchen. She sounded hoarse too, her usual gravel softened by exhaustion. “You keeping that tea warm, or just letting it sit there and sulk with you?”

You groaned. Words were too hard.

A damp towel was folded in her hand. She crouched down in front of you and laid the cool cloth against your forehead. Her metal fingers brushed your temple, surprisingly gentle.

“Damn, you’re burning up,” she muttered, frowning.

“’M not burning,” you mumbled, eyes half closed. “You’re burning.”

That got a low laugh out of her, though it cracked into a cough halfway through. She pressed the back of her flesh hand against her own forehead, then yours. “Yeah, we’re a sorry pair. Walking furnaces. Great.”

You blinked slowly at her, trying to string words together. “Should put us… put us in the winter. Like… heaters. Human heaters.”

Sevika smirked, shaking her head. “You’re delirious.” But she slid onto the couch anyway, careful not to jostle you too much, tugging the blanket over both of you.

Her body was warm, so warm it almost stung, but when you curled into her side, it was the only relief you’d had all day. She shifted until you were tucked against her chest, her hand rubbing lazy circles on your back.

“Better?” she asked softly.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, your voice slurring into nonsense. “You smell good. Like…smoke. And…metal. And…soup. Soup metal.”

That made her chuckle again, deep and quiet. She kissed the top of your head. “Go to sleep, babbler. I’ll keep you warm.”

“But you’re warm too,” you whispered, already half-asleep. “We’re… double warm. S’good. Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, her voice rumbling against your ear.

And she didn’t, both of you drifting off tangled together on the couch, too fever hot to care, but perfectly content in the cocoon of each other’s arms.

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Being a femme is planing my outfits but never forgetting the keychain on the pants or skirt or else I look straight to everyone including the lesbians

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https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSA7vWVrJ/

house tour by sabrina on repeat 🤗

Guys it’s a safe link I’m not evil

OMG REAL.

Like i LIVE on pretty girl avenue

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i wanna be the clingy gf who always has a lighter ready the second she takes out a cigarette

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Hiii!!! I don't know if it's your thing but..what about Sevika dating a single mother?I feel like it would be pretty cute,to see how Sev would get along with the child😘🔥🩷

I love you forever

sevika x single mother! reader

synopsis: Being a single mother has always been difficult.

Juggling work hours, school hours, daycare fees, and rent, it's all too much. Thankfully, you have someone special there to help you.

warnings: fluff, established relationship, modern au, reader has daughter named Briar from past relationship

word count: 0.8k

a/n: I hope you guys catch the reference of the title

“Briar!” You called out to your eight-year-old daughter, but you got no response back. So, you called out for her again.

Only for you to receive a very prominent and loud ‘no!’ in return.

You sighed and put your hands in your face; Briar’s been going through a little ‘no’ and ‘rebellious’ phase if you will.

Your — newly-declared — fiancée was sat next to you on the couch, her reading glasses sat comfortably on her nose with a book in her metallic hand.

“Briar,” Sevika says, her voice loud but not yelling.

Then that’s when you heard little pattering of footsteps moving down the wooden steps of your house.

“Hi mama!” Briar smiled, tooth-gap being showed on display.

Briar used to hate her tooth-gap.

She would hate her smile and wouldn’t smile much in pictures because of the fact. However, after you introduced her to Sevika, she had grown fond of her tooth-gap. She saw it as something ‘cool’ since Sevika had one; and according to her everything that Sevika has is ‘cool’ no matter what it is.

“Hey Briar,” Sevika smiled softly — a smile that she only shares with both you and your daughter. “Your mom was calling you y’know.”

Briar looks down and fidgets with her fingers, “I know.”

“So,” Sevika takes her glasses off and puts her book down, “why didn’t you come down?”

“I didn’t want to,” your daughter crosses her arms and looks up at you. “She’s annoying.”

You blink at Briar, attempting to hold back a laugh as you know the reason for her irritation. Earlier — after Sevika had left for work — you refused to make mac and cheese for her. It wasn't because you didn't want to.

It was because the store wasn't open, since it was 9:00 AM at that point; and you had no boxed mac and cheese on-hand at that moment.

Sevika glares at Briar — her eyes piercing through Briar’s own pair.

“Briar,” she says sternly. "Say sorry."

Your daughter stays silent, looking at you and then back at Sevika.

"No—" Briar says, before trailing off her sentence as Sevika's grey eyes continue to glare at her.

You never understood as to why Briar was so intimidated by Sevika's stare, but to be fair you can't understand the way an eight-year-old is meant to think.

"I'm sorry," Briar cries out, jumping onto you and hugging your waist tightly. You smile softly and rub the back of her head — her soft hair reminding you of the nights you'd style her hair late at night when she was in kindergarten.

"It's ok," you kiss the top of her head. "Just understand that what you did was bad."

Briar lets go and looks up at you, sniffling non-existent snot from her nose. "I know, mommy." She gives you one more hug and then runs back upstairs — the pattering sounds of her footsteps disappearing further and further.

Sevika looks at you, "why did you even call her?"

"I forgot," you blink at her.

You both stay silent for a bit, before laughing softly in the company of each other. A quiet settled over the room again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The kind of quiet that only ever came with familiarity and peace.

Sevika flipped a page, adjusting her glasses, but you could tell her focus wasn’t on the book anymore. Her thumb kept rubbing at the edge of the page, distracted.

You turned toward her slightly, "are you ok, baby?”

She paused for a second, then shrugged. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?”

She didn’t answer right away — instead she took her glasses off again, this time slower. Then she turned her whole body to face you, eyes steady.

“She really looks up to me,” she said.

You tilt your head, blinking at your soon-to-be wife.

“Briar. Like really," Sevika mutters.

You nodded," well yeah. You’re her favourite person.”

Sevika blinked, clearly a little thrown by how easily you said it, "you’re her mom though.”

“I know, and I know she loves me. But you’re the coolest person in the world to her," you smiled, soft and genuine. “She listens to you more than she does me most days — or well, everyday I guess.”

Sevika sat back, her expression somewhere between surprised and love. She let out a breath and ran her hand over her jaw.

“She called me her superhero last week,” she said quietly. “I didn’t tell you.”

You felt your heart flutter, and you blinked at her, "why didn’t you?”

“Don't know.” She shrugged again, "didn’t wanna get soft about it.”

You leaned over and kissed her cheek, “you already are.”

She grunted. “Don’t say that.”

“Too late," you smile.

From upstairs, there was a sudden loud thump followed by a long, dramatic “I’m okay!”

Sevika groaned, "you sure she’s not my kid?”

You giggled, “I’m starting to think that she might be.”

And for a brief moment, sitting there with her — in the quiet, in the warmth, in the laughter and little thumps from upstairs — it didn’t really matter whose kid Briar was.

Because this?

This was your little family.

And you loved it.

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Hello my lovelies!

Going to be writing some butch/stud/masc x sevika readers for my masc darlings<3

Request some!

old requests are slowly coming out dont worry anon darlings<3

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Back from the dead to post some Arcane art. Sevika at her new job remembering her old compatriots/family.

I think Sevika would make sure the Piltovans know everything isn’t just water under the bridge.

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this was so hot of her

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND MEN DNI

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Family group chat ~ <3

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Yk your ex is bad when she reminds you of manchild, nobody’s son, goodbye and please please please by sabrina carpenter.

AND WE ALMOST BROKE UP AGAIN LAST NIGHT TOO. THAT ONE ESPECIALLY.

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I don’t care what ya’ll say about that haircut my wife looks fabulous as always