drabble # 6 : dbf sevika has the vibrator to the remote control vibrator

drabble # 7 : face sitting with sevika except she’s subby and shy

drabble # 8 : sucking professor!sevika’s strap off in promise of a better grade

drabble # 9 : mechanic!sevika has a little time on her hands and an insatiable libido

drabble # 10 : you’re hers, g!p sevika needs reassurance

drabble # 11 : sevika with her chubby bimbo girlfriend

drabble # 12 : riding subby g!p sev

drabble # 13 : fucking in the changing room

drabble # 14 : squirting is so hot

drabble # 15 : bsf’s mom sevika 😛

drabble # 16 : taking care of sevika after she lost her arm

drabble # 17 : making cookies with sevika

drabble # 18 : sevika had a nightmare

drabble # 19 : she’s insecure of her grays

drabble # 20 : you like smacking sevika’s big butt

drabble # 21 : she changes her bad habits for you

drabble # 22 : kissing sevika’s stretch marks

drabble # 23 : staying in bed all weekend and smelling like each other

drabble # 24 : drunk kisses

drabble # 25 : you’re insecure of your body

drabble # 26 : you eat her out when she’s on her period

drabble # 27 : cowboy sev x city girl!r tribbing

drabble # 28 : creampies left and right

drabble # 29 : coach!sev x track runner!reader

drabble # 30 : werewolf sev knots your mouth

drabble # 31 : lactation kink with sev 😛

drabble # 32 : she angry fucks your virgin hole

drabble # 33 : she gets a boner from you being on her lap

drabble # 34 : professor sevika doesn’t like it when other students flirt with you

drabble # 35 : bodyguard alpha sev and your heat cycle

drabble # 36 : soldier g!p sev fucks her nurse

drabble # 37 : femme sevika x masc/butch reader

drabble # 38 : scissoring and piss kink ft. sub!sevika

drabble # 39 : sevika comforts you regarding your sexuality

drabble # 40 : medplay

drabble # 41 : pirate sevika

drabble # 42 : ghostface!sevika

drabble # 43 : loser sevika x sweetheart reader

drabble # 44 : masc!you bite her hand during a play fight

drabble # 45 : she makes you stay in place

drabble # 46 : bsf’s mom sevika 😛 (part two)

drabble # 47 : 69 but you’re cuffed

drabble # 48 : riding sub sevika’s strap

drabble # 49 : sevika going through pre menopause

drabble # 50 : she loves kisses and cuddles

drabble # 51 : impossible to be exes when you’ve got a kid that only listens to you

drabble # 52 :

drabble # 53 :

drabble # 54 :

“Nothing…” you look back at Mira, “we still on for the weekend?”

“Hell yeah,” Mira smiles, “you want a ride home?”

“Yeah… that’d be nice.”

You both walk over to the car together, Sevika’s got the window rolled down with one arm resting on it with a gentle smile on her dark lips. Fuck, how the fuck does she look so good? Isn’t she in her forties?

“Hi, mom,” Mira opens the door, “this is my friend.”

She introduces you briefly and climbs into the passenger seat. You follow her into the car and Sevika smiles warmly, checking you out through the rearview mirror.

“Mira speaks a lot about you,” Sevika drawls, “you’re prettier than she mentioned.”

Mira giggles, “yeah, she’s got guys going crazy for her.”

Sevika raises a brow, “are you dating anyone?” She asks you.

You feel your stomach twist, you swallow thickly and answer, “no, ma’am.”

You can see the way amusement lingers in Sevika’s eyes— as if she merely finds it funny but she doesn’t comment. She keeps driving— and God, you’re staring at how fucking veiny her forearms look.

You can’t help the way your eyes wander. You know this is wrong.

She’s your best friend’s mom, for fuck’s sake, but you can’t help it…

—

Since then whenever you’ve been hanging out with Mira, you always see Sevika from the corner of your eyes. Whenever she’s at home, she’s working and fuck she looks so good when she’s on call, yelling at some poor guy for his incompetence.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted,” Mira says finally, putting the controller down.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, almost defensive, “just thirsty.”

“Get some water then,” Mira says, picking up the controller again, “y’know where it is.”

“Yeah,” you got up, “be back in a bit.”

You walk over to the kitchen and a big part of you wants to look for Sevika but you constantly remind yourself that’s your best friend’s mom. You’re not about to flirt with a woman twice your age.

“What’re you lookin’ for sweetie?” Her voice calls out. You almost get goosebumps from how honeyed her voice sounds. Something about it makes your pussy clench around absolutely nothing. You’re so easy for her.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, “just… water.”

Sevika smiles almost too sweetly and walks towards you in two easy strides. She reaches down, giving you a perfect view of her cleavage from the deep cut of her shirt— then hands you a water bottle.

You’re flustered. You’re sure your face is red.

“You okay?” She asks, a knowing twinkle behind her annoyingly beautiful silver eyes.

“M’fine,” you take a sip of the water, avoiding eye contact.

Sevika turns to leave, then stops and looks at you, “Oh, and word of advice, sweetie… next time you wanna check someone out, make sure you’re not too obvious.”

You’re in so much trouble…

Sometimes, in a place like that, identifying more as a masculine term guaranteed safety over being feminine in general, which is why Sevika was forced to make herself appear more and more masculine in order to protect herself.

She wasn’t exactly a fan of it, but it definitely beat the idea of getting catcalled on the streets or treated like she’s fragile just because she wanted to feel like herself. She hated having to dress and reflect on herself as anything less than feminine, not that she was hell-bent on dressing in pinks and frills, but nevertheless, she would’ve preferred more traditionally feminine suited clothes— it wouldn’t be practical, but maybe it would give her the peace of mind.

Given how hard she had to work to keep a roof over her head, she was muscular. In fact, if you lived in Zaun, there was a high chance you were muscular and scarred. And for those who didn’t do physical labor in order to stay afloat and instead worked in places like brothels and customer service making minimum wage and getting mistreated, you were likely to have a traditionally more feminine body type in comparison to others.

Because of her high libido, she went to the brothel pretty much regularly. Every time she did, her clients were always mesmerized with the firmness and strength of her muscles, but none of them ever asked her if she really wanted to present herself to be masculine given her physique traditionally so. Oh, how Sevika hated that.

For once it would be nice to be treated like she was a dainty, feminine thing. Of course, she knew she wasn’t fragile, but the idea of being protected despite having broad shoulders, huge biceps, and rock-hard abs... Gosh, Sevika would kill for that.

She knew that the only way to be treated like an actual woman around here was to dress up, do her hair, do her makeup, and wear heels. She didn’t want to do any of it (that badly). Quite frankly, whenever she did, and she looked at herself in the mirror, something in her just felt so off-putting, like she wasn’t meant for this, even though she felt so comfortable in it.

Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe it was just her brain telling her that, “imagine what people are gonna think when you walk out looking like this.” Because people are just so used to seeing her always being the strong, scary lady, that maybe sometimes they forget that she is still a lady inside— a woman. And she would love receiving flowers, she would love receiving love letters and chocolates, and just… being cherished.

Although she told herself that expecting something like that in a place like this was just unrealistic, the idea stayed in her head, the concept of just being cared for and loved and treated like an actual woman for once and not just a substitute for a man. Honestly, sometimes she wished she had the guts to go out in sparkly little dresses and high heels and just feel like herself, except for some reason it’d make her feel ashamed of her body. Whenever she looked at herself in the mirror and she saw her big arms and her muscular legs sticking out from underneath the short dress, she would grimace. She would cringe at herself and tell herself, “what the fuck am I even thinking?”

“Flowers for the pretty lady,” you smiled.

Sevika couldn’t help the heat crawling up her cheeks. She knew she was blushing, and she hated that you had her so easy. She accepted them with a shy smile.

“I really didn’t expect this.”

You just smiled and leaned against the doorway. “What did you expect?”

Sevika shrugged, “I’m kind of used to always calling the shots.”

“I mean, if you want to, that’s fine with me, but tonight just… let me take care of you.”

“That’s... oddly generous.”

You stepped closer and closed the door behind you both as Sevika stepped out.

“I’d expect people to know to treat a beautiful woman like yourself right.”

She hated how easily you said what you said.

“You’re laying it on thick,” she said.

You led her down the stairs, chuckling softly. “I really am not.”

She carried the flowers awkwardly. For a woman who could easily hurl men through walls, she sure seemed awkward with a bunch of flowers in her hand— maybe even comically funny. For once, she wasn’t walking ahead of her date. She walked right beside you, matching your pace. She didn’t have to look over her shoulder or worry about being ambushed because she felt safe with you.

You led her to a small food stall that was well away from the eyes of the public. Not because you were hiding her— but because you just wanted peace and quiet and from the looks of it, Sevika did too.

You pulled a chair out for her. She stared like you’d just committed war crimes.

“Everythin’ good?”

“... Yeah.” She said breathlessly, sitting down quickly.

You sat across from her.

The whole date you made sure Sevika never once felt like she had to be in control when she was with you and getting treated so gently was a first time for the older woman. For a while, she’d forgotten what it was like to be the one who was getting taken care of. Her whole life she spent protecting others even if it meant becoming a human shield for them to survive. She’d never really experienced what it was like to be the one getting protected for a change.

Maybe you were throwing yourself in front of her and saving her from some life-threatening tragedy just yet… but the little things you did to make sure she never felt unseen? Those were everything.

Those made her smile. Those made her feel like she was actually falling in love.

—

Eventually you both made it back to Sevika’s apartment and that’s where things got lost in the heat. Sevika hadn’t expected this— getting pinned down to the couch and getting her neck kissed and marked.

You didn’t exactly know what you were doing. And that was fine because you genuinely just wanted to make her feel good.

You left hickeys and kisses down Sevika’s neck, slowly tugging the dress off her muscular frame until she was naked on the couch. She undressed you, kissing you in between.

“Y’know what you’re doin’?” She asked quietly.

You felt your cheeks heat up, you shook your head.

You expected her to immediately get turned off but instead, she chuckled and brought you in for another kiss. Your eyes widened slightly but you melted into the kiss, eyes closed, hand on her jaw. Sevika pulled you closer, sitting you down on her lap.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” you whispered.

“Is that so?” Sevika said, a little more confident now as she cupped your tits and leaned down, favouring one of your nipples with her mouth.

Her mouth was warm on your cool skin, tongue slithering around your nipple before her lips closed around it and she sucked it softly, reaching for the other with her fingers. She teased it, fondling and twisting the nipple.

“F-fuck… look at me,” you muttered.

She looked— you smudged her lipstick with your thumb before kissing her again— it was sloppy this time. A thin string of saliva dripped from her chin— messy, just how she liked it.

“You’re not new to this,” you stated.

“No, I’m not,” she said with a smirk, “you very much are, ain’t you?”

You blushed. “That obvious?”

“Just a bit.”

—

When she laid you on her bed, you felt yourself getting goosebumps. She wasn’t scary. She was pretty. And the thought of getting fucked senseless by a pretty girl— Sevika specifically— was already getting you wet. You watched her retrieve a strap, securing the harness around her waist.

She used it like it was a part of her body, like the appendage wasn’t just silicone and dreams.

She guided the head to your entrance, glancing up at you, “you ready f’me?”

“I’m a virgin,” you said quietly, “just so you know…”

Sevika smirked, almost devilish— like the concept of taking your virginity and showing you sex feels like was turning her on more than she’d like to admit. She could already imagine the moans and cries she’d bring out of you by pounding you in, fucking you until you cry tears of pleasure.

Fuck. The thought alone had Sevika’s clit throbbing.

She pushed inside, gauging your expression. Your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she thrusted inside. She stretched you out deliciously, claiming you as she filled you up entirely with her strap.

“Fill me?” She asked, hand on your lower abdomen, “that’s me right there.”

“You’re real cocky with a strap for someone who got so shy gettin’ flowers.”

“You little shit.”

You chuckled— but were soon cut off when Sevika pistoned her hips forwards, slamming herself deeper inside. Your cunt was so wet by now, walls fluttering around the strap as she fucked you.

“So fucking tight.” She grunted as she thrusted.

Your legs trembled, you reached out— your hands fondling Sevika’s heavy tits as she fucked you with her strap. Your eyes were fixed on her, fingers playing with her perky nipples.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this, you make me wanna worship you forever.”

Sevika tried not to let your compliments ruin her pace but she was flustered and it showed in the way her hips stuttered every now and then between thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You threw your head back.

“Look at me. Look at me while you cum.” Sevika ordered.

You looked at her, bringing her in by the jaw— kissing her deeply. Sevika giggled softly, burying herself inside all the way as your walls clamped down around her shaft and you came hard.

“You’re incorrigible.”

She looks exquisite, breath-taking and disarrayed, and infinitely going to mess up your life kind of way. Her black, baggy muscle tank doesn’t show the outline of her abs that you know are there. What it does do is highlight her biceps in the dimly light library. Her shoulders that only seem to get wider in time, more defined in horrible ways that make you never want to give her up.

Unfortunately, it's exactly what lands you here. The very same reason you’ll hate yourself later. Just say no to her. It’s not hard. She’s only a woman. There’s so many out there. Other fish in the sea and what everyone on this god-green earth has spoken to you in the past.

You wonder if there’s more of her that can do what she’s doing with her tongue. A thought you cursed out of your mind for three consecutive days. Monday through Wednesday, you locked yourself up, besides the flow of your classes, pure isolation is the only solution you managed to find.

The stir-crazy brain got a grip on you as you shuffled your way into the library—it feels a lot like admitting defeat. It’s the only place you frequent, and exactly where she can find you.

The drill of the week chipping at you, your concentration hardly being able to resist when she sits next to you in the hidden corner of non-fiction memoirs on the third floor. These books have been collecting dust practically since the dawn of time. You should have known better than to think you could possibly be undisturbed for a week straight.

Once she found you, little to no probing you was needed. Vi makes you stand, because she’s absolutely insufferable, and she sinks to her knees. Overworked hands with her calloused palms and fingers tips kiss along your skin. She dips into the waistband, pulling them slowly until they hit the bottom of heels.

You have this whole, preppy look going on and Vi can't deny it always works on her. Short skirts, and your tight white and cream button ups that really do anything and everything for her. She can already feel her boxers clinging to her, sticky and sweet, all and becoming saccharine she’s been missing.

“Don’t get too loud, honeybee. Can’t have anyone know the smartest girl on campus fucks below her grade-point average.”

That stupid name falling off her tongue makes you want to rip her hair out from the root, but all you do is keep her locked underneath your wool skirt. Violently carefully nails scraping in annoyance on her scalp. Last time you wore this outfit, Vi maneuvered her hands underneath and let her fingers fuck you in the co-op stall with your date down the hall.

It’s when you learned Vi didn’t like splitting your time with anyone else.

She's not what you usually go for. Arrogant, self-obsessed, but surprisingly sweet in a way you obstain from admitting. Her mouth gets in the way of it. Whether she’s on her knees like she is now, or letting dumb shit fly off the handle. Today, she’s managed to do both at the same time.

This time though? She’s practically boasting from the dig. Knowing you had the attention of her ex-girfriend, and might have even fucked her if Vi learned the capability of keeping her distance. “I really didn’t know—”

Vi shuts you up, lips wrapped around your clit, and a heavy moan leaves your mouth. You cover it when she flicks over your sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing patterns with her free hand on your thigh in the way she learned you enjoy.

“I can't really blame Cait—” She lavishes your cunt in a heated swirl of her tongue before her lips linger at the apex of your thighs, letting her fingers do the work for her while she speaks at you. “We always did have the same taste in women. It really must suck for her that you’re so obsessed with me.”

“I am not obsessed with you.”

Vi sinks another finger in, enjoying the instant possessive clench around her. “What about now?”

Without losing the power she has, Vi softly stands, while she keeps fucking you, until she’s looking at you, directly in the eye with her broad shoulders squaring against your frame. Her hot breath pressing against your neck as she flicks her wrist, her fingers curling until you grip onto her shoulder for leverage.

“Just admit it, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.” Vi’s lips monopolize on the curve of your jaw, the expanse of your neck, and just behind your ear. The sharp intake of your breath stirs a groan within her. Animialstic as it soars through her chest. “You always wanna be with me, huh?”

With one hand having her way with you, she lets the other precisely unbutton your shirt. The first time she hasn’t ripped one off, leaving you to awkwardly walk back to the parking lot to your car. Vi’s picks up her pace, enjoying the rapid fall of your chest every second you get closer.

“You’re so full of yourself.” You try to bite convincingly, but Vi does it much better when her teeth playfully sink into your neck.

“Maybe.” Vi slides her left hand underneath the wiring of your bra, tweaking your already peaked nipple. “But I do know when a pretty girl likes my company, and my fingers—and likes it even more when I fuck her with my mouth.”

“Shut up, Violet.”

“Oh, are you close already, baby?” Her thumb plays with your clit, applying more pressure as your hips buck into her. “You do always get a little bratty when you try to avoid me and realize where home is.”

A roll of your eyes doubles, and you’re about to tell her off. Really roll right over her. Let her cocky smirk slide right off her beautiful goddamn, scarred lips. Vi’s quick to see maybe she’s pushed you too far. So, she does the one think that always sets you off.

Popping your full breasts out of the lace cup, and one of them delectably falls in her eager mouth. It’s far too much, too soon, and you can hardly catch your breath.

“Vi, please—”

Your hips are riding her fingers as much as you can. Making sure she keeps them curled and sinking into the spot you’re chasing. This is when she really does you in. She goes all sweet, her alter-ego taking over, and she sheds her second-skin like a snake. This is the unfiltered version of her. Vi doesn’t put on a show. She’s not cocky and triumphant about fucking you. She’s full of honey and dreams. Sticky and too damn sweet.

It’s short lived, lasts as long as your orgasm does, and it’s your deadly secret you keep at night when your vibrator is between your thighs, trying to replicate the high. The reason you are obsessed like she claims. It has little to do with how she fucks. When she’s eager and putting all her strength into nimble and capable fingers. While it bodes well for your libido, your heart crushes underneath the weight of her compliments that leave her breathe in the secluded corner.

Almost like Vi blacks out when you beg.

It brings out the sweet-tooth in her, and you’re the sweetest piece of candy she’s ever tried.

“My sweet and smart, honeybee.” Vi pulls off your tits, and consumes your mouth, tongue and teeth overwhelming your every sense. “Be my sweet girl, yeah? My pretty girl always get what she wants, doesn’t she? Come for me, baby. I know you’re right there.”

And you do.