To most, her needy gestures probably look possessive. A hand on your thigh, squeezing gently, a hand always on your lower back of her face tucked intk your neck- from the outside it looks like quiet dominance. Her whispering commands in your ear, keeping a tight hold on you.

If only they knew it was the exact opposite...

With her face in your neck she presses soft kisses there, devoting herself to you, quietly begging to go home. Sevika never takes her hands off you because you're her safe place, she can't lose sight of you for a second or her heart rate will pick up.

At home she's just as needy... she's your big puppy and you wouldn't have her any other way.

WRONG. NO ONE is allowed to dislike sevika.

alright, so, reader is visually impaired, needing a lot of focus to guide herself despite being able to see blurry silhouettes. anyway, reader has a crush on Sevika, but never really had the courage to say anything at first, neither did she know how often Sevika shows up at the last drop so she would stare a little too much when she did. In order to talk to Sevika without interrupting her card games, she decided to reach out to her outside, but all the staring and unintentional lurking made Sevika think she was being followed, she drags reader to an alley or something to confront her about it, but things get violent because reader can't fucking see and resists thinking it's a robber or something, and when she does recognize Sevika's voice, reader has the nerve to flirt despite having the woman pinning her down, maybe reader even finds the situation amusing, knowing someone in Sevika's position probably deals with a lot of enemies, and it's a shame that the first time they talked reader got a broken nose

“ugh, where’d you go now?” you murmured softly to no one in particular, squinting in the direction you’d been trying to focus on earlier.

you’d been watching her since you arrived at the bar, trying your best to get a good look at her beautiful face, one you never really had the chance to see up close, though you knew it well, just like her voice and her frame. but now she was gone, and you could no longer admire her discreetly. though, to be fair, staring at someone while squinting to catch a glimpse, doing a terrible job of being subtle, wasn’t exactly discreet.

anyway, she was right there, and now she wasn’t. you could have gone over to talk to her, but interrupt what was apparently one of her few moments of downtime? not a chance.

with a defeated, disappointed sigh, you turned your attention back to your food and drink, thinking you’d finish up and head home before it got too late. until…

“sevika! leaving already?”

“damn! she’s still here!” you thought, jerking your head up so fast and hard that the back of your neck ached.

squinting, you managed to spot her at the bar’s double-door entrance, ignoring whoever had called out to her. that was your chance. she’d be alone, with no one to interrupt, and likely doing nothing important other than heading home, meaning some downtime without the risk of someone pulling her away from her leisure.

you stood up quickly, tossing coins onto the table, abandoning the rest of your food there. you walked as fast as your limited vision allowed, steadying yourself against empty chairs and walls, excusing yourself to anyone who happened to be in your path, occasionally ignoring the surly grumbles of those who wouldn’t move at all or those who did so grudgingly. assholes.

once outside, however, you found yourself at a loss, because she wasn’t there. you tried to see as much as you could in the dark, lit only by neon signs and dim lights, but found nothing.

“you gotta be kidding me.” just when you finally get the chance to speak to her, she simply vanishes in the blink of an eye? it must be your lucky day!

you let out a huff of frustration and gave up. it was best to just go home. you’d take the route you knew by heart, careful not to bump into anyone along the way. that was the plan, taking the quickest, simplest path, so you could lie in bed and wallow pathetically in the fact that you’d failed to talk to her yet again.

but you certainly didn’t expect to be interrupted.

as you passed an alley—the same one you walked by every day—someone grabbed you by the shoulders. the force, precision, and speed of the movement were staggering; you had no time to react or even think of a way to escape. within seconds, you were being violently pinned against a concrete wall. your mind raced along with your heart, and your first instinct was to fight back. you weren’t going to wait and see if this person would show mercy or give you a chance to speak. you couldn't risk dying, not there, not like this.

a hand—strangely cold and hard—clamped around your throat while another forearm pressed against your chest. in desperate move, you tried to strike the person in the face, but it was futile. however, your leg reacted too, and your knee slammed into their abdomen.

it didn’t seem to have much effect, but it was enough to make the person retaliate; a low growl could be heard. you felt a hard impact against your face and were immediately pinned down, feeling the stranger’s weight holding you against the ground.

“fuck! let me go!” you exclaimed, your eyes squeezed shut from the impact. the pain from your broken nose and the heavy body pressing down on you was rapidly intensifying, but that was the least of your worries; the sound of a blade being drawn rang out dangerously close to your face.

“stupid rat. think you can stare me down, try to follow me, and still walk away unscathed?”

“what?! i didn’t—ah…”

you were about to defend yourself, confused by the baseless accusation, but… that voice. it couldn’t be. could it? it sounded too familiar. you had to risk it.

“s–sevika?” you asked, slowly opening your eyes.

“don’t play with me.”

“it’s really you…” sevika froze for a second upon hearing your tone shift from defensive and alarmed to genuinely surprised. moreover, the smile forming on your face didn’t look like a sneer or a threat; you looked truly happy and somewhat impressed to run into her. but she wasn’t going to fall for it. a low sound of indignation escaped her, and she pinned you harder against the ground.

“tell me what the hell you wanted staring at me like that, and maybe i’ll let you leave here alive.”

“staring? oh, shit… no!” you laughed. a genuine laugh, and now she didn’t know whether to be impressed or even more annoyed by your audacity. “i wasn’t staring. well, i was, but not the way you think.”

“what…”

“i don’t see well. i can barely see at all, actually, so i have to squint if i wanna see something.” you narrowed your eyes as you spoke, giving her a live demonstration.

sevika felt an unfamiliar wave of shame in her chest, torn between feeling sheepish for having punched and pinned down someone who could barely defend themselves, and validating her own actions since she didn’t know the truth, so it hadn’t been wrong to assume she was being sized up with bad intentions.

after all, she had to deal with plenty of people who wanted her dead. you knew that—anyone in the undercity did—so you didn’t feel the slightest bit of irritation over the whole thing. maybe just a little about the broken nose.

“and what i’m seeing now…” you managed to see a bit better thanks to your proximity and the reflecting lights. you could finally see her face more clearly, and in that moment, you realized she was still the object of your attention and desire. “it’s beautiful. you’re even more beautiful up close, you know that?”

if sevika had hated feeling ashamed before, this took it to a whole new level. her eyes widened, caught off guard, she was left speechless. you, a stranger who had met her under terrible circumstances, at a moment when she had fully intended to kill you, were making silco’s right-hand blush.

“umm… my nose really hurts, i need to take care of it. so… are you going to get off me so i can ask you out properly, or are you going to finish breaking my face?”

You and your ex!Sevika can’t keep your hands off of each other

content tags ; g!p sevika , exes to lovers , unprotected piv , mom!reader , smut , unexpected ending , hickeys , finger sucking , throat fucking with fingers , manhandling if you squint , smut barely any plot , sevika is a mean little shit but at least she cares for us , small age gap (you’re in your thirties and she’s in her forties) , there’s a lot of feelings , mentions of reader masturbating ~ 1.2k words

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“I bet you wish I never left,” you whispered, making Sevika groan against your skin. She didn’t want to hear this especially when her ego was crashing with her need on a very thin line. But your presence was dangerous. She wanted you—no—she needed you carnally.

Sweetheart girlfriend!Sevika who absolutely loves and basks in affection—be it kisses, cuddles or even just hugs from behind when she’s making breakfast eggs.

Her love for affection goes a long way, because if you don’t kiss her before you go out to run errands, she’ll be huffy all day and maybe she’ll even claim she won’t cuddle you at night, except she never can live up to that threat before she subconsciously reaches out for you anyway.

Her favourite spot in the world is on your thighs, not in a sexual way (although that works as well), she just enjoys the feeling of laying on your lap while you play with her hair, and tell her how pretty she looks from every angle. No one’s ever done this for her, so when you start doing it, she becomes addicted to it.

mechanic!sevika, clueless!reader, top!sevika, bottom!reader, horny yearning, praise, strap use (r!receiving), rough sev, i call a “wife beater” a wife pleaser

𑣲men n minors dni !!

ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who became immediately infatuated with you the first time she saw you: wearing a loose mini dress, in need of a simple oil change. something in her panicked; she needed to see you again. in an act of both cowardice and desperation she sabotaged your engine...

after only being gone for a week you stand before her, pouting in a way that makes sevika’s clit throb with need.

“i have no idea what happened! my engine was fine until a few days ago!”

sevika gives you a small smirk, trying her best not to give herself away. “no clue, pretty girl. i’ll tell you what—let me fix this for you for free, hm?”

your jaw goes slack with surprise. sevika’s mind immediately goes to all the things she could do with such a pretty mouth.

“you’d do that for me?”

“anything for you~” sevika nonchalantly shrugs.

ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who makes sure you see her covered in soot and sweat after working on your car. she knows you’re looking at each and every curve in her muscular body; at the way the fluorescent lights bounce off her her dark complexion.

“something the matter?” she asks, feigning concern.

face burning, snapping out of your trance you sputter out “n-nope! all good! thanks, see you next time!” you grab your keys scurrying out of the shop, eager for the next time you get to see her.

ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who grunts and groans whenever she comes across a tough screw. opting to use her mechanic arm to unscrew whatever is keeping her from the problem area. muttering to herself,

“mmh—fuck! tough ass bolt,” …. “ngh…goddamn it…”

ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika runs her own shop with about four employees so most nights it’s just you and her. she plays soft rock music while she works on your car. you watch her legs from under your car, catching a glimpse of her strong arm every now and then. the sight makes you clench your legs together.

sevika has a sixth sense for you at this point, she peaks from underneath the vehicle, quietly watching you squeeze your plush legs together. it couldn’t be coincidence that you always wore short skirts when you came to get your car worked on…

once she’s done, sevika rolls out from under your car, grunting as she stands. “all done, d’you have any questions?”

she towers over you in your seated position. you can’t help but stare at her beefy chest and grease-stained shirt. sevika raises an eyebrow.

“up here, girl.”

instinctively you look up.

“good girl, now did you have any questions?”

you struggle to maintain eye contact, it’s no use anyway, the way your voice quivers completely gives you away.

“uhm… no, thanks a-again!” you stand to take your keys and scurry as usual, but sevika uses her mechanic arm to pin your body against the wall.

“you sure? nothing else i can help you with?” she draws out her words teasingly.

ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who now has you propped up on her work bench, miscellaneous tools and parts discarded across the concrete floor.

sevika mercilessly drills into your leaking pussy, her pace is relentless yet you don’t dare to tell her to stop. you’ve dreamt about her bullying your pussy like this far too long to let it stop.

sevika’s thick strap completely fills you up, leaving you speechless at the borderline overwhelming sensation. you weakly grab at her wife pleaser, your back arching against her chest.

You’ve always had a remarkably short temper. It’s because Zaun has taught you if you don’t react quick enough, you get your ass beat and unfortunately, your short temper has become the reason why it gets hard to date.

No one wants to put up with all that when they’ve got enough problems pressing down on their shoulders, but deep down you always hoped that maybe someone would put up with it. That’s when you started dating Sevika.

If the woman herself wasn’t hot-headed, she almost proved to be amazingly patient with your mood swings. Whenever she sees you storming in and out of the room, she never crowds your space. She watches, she gives you your space.

But every once in a while… whenever you do snap at her—she never holds it to you. She never makes you apologise too much over it. If anything, she prefers you don’t sweat over it.

It’s fine. She understands the stress, perhaps even better than you—thanks to her age and experience.

“You don’t have to say sorry,” she mumbles as she pulls you in her chest, her back pressed against the headboard of the bed. Her breaths came deep and relaxed, calming your nerves more than you’d like to admit as you rest your head directly over her heart.

“I know, still, I shouldn’t be doin’ this…”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t, that doesn’t mean I don’t understand exactly why you do it.”

“You don’t have to be this nice to me.”

“Yeah, I don’t. But you’re my girl,” she lets it slip before she realises it, but she doesn’t take it back. Because you are her girl. “And I love you.”

“I love you too, Sevi… even if I’m hard to deal with sometimes.”

“Maybe you are, but it’s okay, you’re hard to deal with, I’m harder.”

♡Sevika headcanons♡

{A little bit of smut, mainly fluff and angst. Tw: mentions of death, violence, masturbation. You’ve been warned.}

♧ Sevika used to be a really angry kid. She used to get into fights all the time when she was younger, specifically in her teen years. But once she got into fight that she almost didn't come back from, she learnt that her anger was only hurting her so she worked her ass off trying to contain it.

♧ Sevika, who despite fighting all her life, has very little scars across her body (apart from the obvious). She takes impeccable care of her skin. Ointments, creams, oils, the LOT.

♧ Sevika has a routine for when she gets her period. 1. Run a warm bath, 2. Make a herbal tea for herself (she doesn't like it but it helps with cramps), 3. She takes the tea to the bath and soaks until the water goes cold, 4. She gets ready slowly, she's gentle with her body. Sevika has an agreement with herself to avoid getting into fights as much as possible. + She also eats slightly more than she usually does, she's a grown woman she understands that her body is not in its optimal state and she needs extra energy.

♧ Sevika believes in true equality. She does not hate men nor does she believe she is better than them, she is a complete feminist. Similarly, she does not treat anyone differently if they're a different race/species. She wants to abolish classism and live without oppression from the upper classes (obviously). Sevika understands that the only way to ever progress as a society is to work together and treat others equally.

♧ Sevika wants nothing more than for Zaun to be stable enough for her to settle down. Sometimes she feels a little hopeless that it'll ever get to that point though. There's a part of her that knows she'll always be a slave for Zaun. Maybe in another life.

♧ Sevika has a journal.

♧ (NSFW) Sevika has a full-length mirror situated by the end of the bed. When she touches herself, she strips off all her clothes and watches herseld in the mirror. It turns her on more to see her writhe from pleasure.

♧ Sevika can feel the hexcore in body. Everytime Jayce and Viktor were tinkering with hextech, she felt it. It was never too obvious, it was more like tingles under her skin. At it worst it felt like a small burn on her left side.

♧ Sevika has a small shrine for Silco, Jinx and Isha. When they all died she went around the last drop picking up things left by them (as much as she can after the fire). Sevika also visits Vanders Statue pretty much everyday/night.

♧ Sevika really values her quiet mornings. Sometimes she wakes up earlier to just have a quiet moment to herself whilst she enjoys a coffee.

♧ Sevika listens to all genres of music. Rock, pop, metal, Rap, whatever she doesn't care. If she likes it, she listens to it. She even likes some classical music, Sevika really doesnt care. Her favourites are jazz and rock though.

♧ Sevikas goes to Babbettes Brothel instead of Margots for 2 main reasons: 1. She doesn't like that flashy-ness and the openness of Margot's, plus she doesnt like the people there. And 2. In some weird way, she feels like she's betraying Vander all over again. Babbette was close to Vander and she feels guilty that she's had to hide and move to a discreet area to maintain her buisness. She pays extra for this exact reason.

♧ Sevika almost didn't become a councillor. When she was offered the position she offered it to Scar as she didn't feel deserving, but Scar encouraged Sevika to take it instead.

♡

no warnings—just fluff

𖤝| she doesn’t like being tickled because she’s insanely ticklish and it humiliates her. you poke her ribs once and she flinches so hard she almost jumps off the couch. you laugh. she grabs your wrists instantly. “don’t ever do that again.” you grin. “or what?” she deadass says, “i’ll cry.”

𖤝| she always steals your drinks. always. you’ll take one sip of your juice, set it down, turn around, and suddenly she’s drinking it like it’s hers. you go “sevika that’s mine.” she goes, “it tastes better when it’s yours.”

Drabble: More perv Sevika!

She can't stop. Not when it comes to you.

God she's tried, tried to rid you out of her mind, condemn you, forget you. Yet she can't.

You're everywhere. And it's all Sevika's fault, she put you there. It didn't make anything easier, though.

Like reader is always turning sevika down until sevika literally gets on her knees and begs for reader and she's soooo condescending but let's sevika eat her out, purely out of pity 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

BOTTOM SEVIKA LETS GOOOOO there are hardly any bottom sevika truthers out there (though i believe our girl is a massive switch depending on who she is with but i digress)

anyways!!!!

the way sevika literally just turns to mush like she is exactly right where she wants to be. she would let reader walk her like a damn dog if it came down to it. kissing the very earth she walks upon just because she is just that down bad for her femme omggggg