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𐙚 hazel who whines so embarrassingly loud when you as much as graze her core

𐙚 hazel who makes at least 10 different sex playlists depending on the mood

𐙚 hazel who begs for you to sit on her face, craving the suffocating taste of you

𐙚 hazel who slaps your ass too hard once and apologizes profusely

𐙚 hazel who ties you up to her bed frame when you beat her in fight club (she can’t help it if you look that good grunting on top of her)

𐙚 hazel who insists on letting you cum first every time

𐙚 hazel who holds your hands while she’s eating you out, paying no mind to the fact that you’re digging crescent shaped wounds into her knuckles

𐙚 hazel who moans into your clit as she feels your walls tighten around her fingers

𐙚 hazel who begs on her knees for you to touch her, tears of joy pathetically welling up in her eyes when you start to strip for her

𐙚 hazel who buries her face in your neck when you finger her

𐙚 hazel who prefers to ride your fingers, rolling her hips into them as her arousal drips onto your lap

𐙚 hazel who tugs at your hair any chance she gets, her lifeline while you pleasure her like she’s never felt before

𐙚 hazel who’s favorite position with her strap is reverse cowgirl, watching your ass bounce as you expertly take her cock

seeing people in various states of nakedness is literally your job.

it's vital that you remain professional and responsible while you're working-- both on and off set. you need to be an advocate for healthy boundaries and responsible film-making, there's no space for you to be flustered or uncomfortable or god forbid, turned on.

and usually you're incredibly good at it.

whether it's men or women, whether you find them attractive or not-- you keep your cool and keep it responsible no matter what.

but this is sevika.

sevika, whose interviews you watch before bed-- just to hear the lovely timbre of her voice.

sevika, who has been your celebrity crush for years.

sevika, who's filming her first ever intimate scene, and has no idea how it works.

you find out who you're going to be working with a week before, and you spend the entire week in denial, confident that if you ignore it, you won't freak out about it.

but then you meet her.

she's even more attractive in real life, sleepy from the early morning call-time, hair a little messy and eyes a little droopy, make up free and cuddled up in a white robe. it's like seeing an angel.

the second you introduce yourself to her, closing the door to her trailer behind her, sevika drops her white robe and puts her hands on her hips. when you turn back around, you get an eyeful of a completely naked, completely unbothered sevika. you nearly pass out.

"uh." you say eloquently. sevika blinks at you.

"you're the intimacy coordinator right?" she asks. you gulp, ripping your eyes away from her body to stare at the ceiling.

"y-yes. you don't have to... i mean, you can put your robe back on." you say. "it's just-- we're just talking today." you choke out.

sevika snorts, laughing at herself as she pulls her robe back on. you try to catch your breath as she casually pulls the belt tight and flops onto the couch behind her.

so, it's a rocky start.

and no, you don't jerk off to the image of a naked sevika that's been burned into your frontal lobe when you get home.

that would be completely unprofessional.

(okay, yes you do. three times.)

sevika's charming and funny and down to earth in a way a lot of the celebrities you work with never are. she's got the prettiest smile you've ever seen, and she asks you about your life and listens to your answers, and your crush only gets worse and worse as the days tick by.

you and sevika spend several lunches going over her own personal boundaries.

she's filming a scene with a man, which makes her cringe and stick her tongue out as she says it. (you have to keep yourself from squealing at the confirmation of her very publicly debated lesbianism.) she's not totally uncomfortable with it-- it's her job-- but she 'would like to keep it pg-13' where she can.

she's comfortable with nudity-- she obviously knows how good she looks-- but you explain to her that in scenes beyond the full frontal, she'll be wearing some coverings just to keep everyone comfortable.

she's fascinated by your job, constantly lobbing you with questions.

'what other movies have you worked on?'

'do pornos have intimacy coordinators?'

and then, inevitably, 'who's the hottest celebrity you've ever seen naked?'

this makes you choke on your spit. sevika raises an eyebrow at you as you hack up a lung, and when you finally catch your breath she grins. "me?" she guesses. you just huff and flip her off.

it's amazing watching her act-- she's insanely talented. she's funny too, just naturally, off the top of her head, always spitting out improvised lines that make you and the entire crew laugh. she's also a huge fucking flirt.

she's respectful of all the boundaries you outlined for her on set. always covered unless she's filming, talking frequently with her co-star about the script, triple checking before they film that they both agree with the direction they're taking their sex scenes. but that doesn't stop her from trying to get a rise out of you.

she claims she has no idea how to work the nipple pasties-- insists you do it for her. you've done it for plenty of clients-- sometimes the adhesives or angles can be tricky-- but you know she's just doing it to get you to touch her tits. it's in the way she smirks each time she asks, the way her eyes sparkle as she watches you nervously, shakily press the tape to her flesh, trying to avoid touching her skin at all costs.

she's insisted on taking all her lunches with you once she finds out that you tend to eat alone in your car. she'll tag along with you in the passenger side of your car, teasing you and fiddling with your radio and ducking in her seat when you pass by herds of paparazzi, as you drive the two of you to taco bell. she always pays-- 'i'm the superstar, you're driving a camry-- no offense.'

and she's always touching you.

never inappropriately, never without your permission-- but she's always got her hands on you in some way.

playing with a strand of your hair as you check in with her between takes. wrapping an arm around your shoulders when the two of you walk to your car. fiddling with your fingers in the back of a bus as the two of you and a few crew members ride to a local bar for drinks. each time, you stutter and stumble over your words, biting your cheek and awkwardly avoiding her eyes as she grins at you. she knows what she's doing. she loves it.

you assume you're just a pillow fluffer of sorts for her. just someone for her to flirt with between scenes-- a place for her to put all the residual emotions that filming a rom-com requires. it's happened before-- occasionally clients will need a bit of intimacy outside of the shoot to keep their romantic mood going all day-- and you're happy to receive a few flirty compliments and lingering glances in order to keep your clients happy.

when filming wraps, you assume that you'll never see sevika again.

you say goodbye to her with a hug in her trailer, wishing her luck in her career and hoping that maybe you'll have the pleasure to work with her again in the future. when you pull away, sevika's looking at you with a furrow in her brow.

"what?" you ask.

sevika bites her lip, and for the first time since you've met, she looks... shy.

"nevermind. 's stupid." she says.

you scoff. "sevika, i custom dye thongs to match various skin tones for a living-- i'm used to stupid." you say. she huffs.

"do you... i mean-- how familiar are you with the dating policies on set?"

"uh... not super? i can put you in contact with debbie from HR if you--"

"no nevermind. it's dumb."

you laugh. "having a crush on someone isn't dumb. you should go for it! filming's wrapped, so i doubt there's any hoops you'd need to jump through."

sevika bites her cheek. "i don't know if she'd be into me." she whispers, still not looking at you. you bark a laugh, and sevika's eyes dart up to look at you.

"don't be ridiculous." you say. "you're a fucking a-list actress, i know you know how hot you are, she'd be a fucking idiot not to be!"

"but it's... it's kinda been her job for the past few months to flirt with me."

"what?" you ask.

sevika's co-star is a man-- and he should be the only person flirting with sevika on set.

"i dunno. she's gotta touch me and talk to me and make me comfortable all day-- i don't know if she'd be doing that if it wasn't her job."

"sevika, who's been touching you? nobody's supposed to touch you." you say, anger bubbling up in your stomach.

it's your job to protect her from this happening, and you're starting to panic as you think about all the ways you might've failed her.

sevika huffs a laugh, and you blink at her. "it's not funny, sev, it's serious-- your boundaries--"

"it's you." she says. you blink. "i... it's okay if you... i mean it's basically your job to, like, take care of me, so it's cool if you don't--"

"me?!" you ask, cutting her off. sevika shrugs. "a-are you fucking with me?" you ask. sevika blinks.

"no?" she guesses.

"so this isn't some kind of prank ran put you up to because i told them you've been my celebrity crush since your first movie?" you ask. sevika's worried expression melts, a smug, self-satisfied smile taking its place.

"no." she says again. you sigh.

"o-oh." you say.

"so..." sevika starts. "i know you're all about boundaries and consent and stuff-- do i have to ask before i kiss you or...?" she trails off. you giggle, a little giddy as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"yeah. you have to wear that thong and the pasties to bed with me too." you tease. sevika laughs.

"damn, that's horrible. i'm not gonna be able to do any of the things i wanted to--"

you cut her off with a kiss.

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You're walking on the slippery ice on the road of Jackson, you hear the sounds of children giggling through the streets, everything here just feels like home.

Even with the worries of whats going on outside, the little community you've all built together makes it at least a little bit better. Being able to help the people of your community, the children. Makes it all better, day by day.

In the morning, the elders go outside for their chit-chats and their coffee, watching the kids run outside. Playing football, drawing with chalk, finally being able to let kids be kids again.

The evenings are spent doing your jobs and your tasks, gathering supplies like wood, water refills, & food, the chefs are in the kitchen cooking up what they can make of what they have.

You, on the other hand, spend your evenings in the medical supply tent. Putting cartoon bandaids on kids' knees after they fall, stitching up some people who have fallen on the ice. And what you do best, take care of your self-proclaimed "hunters" after they've been out on patrol.

And the night time is spent with dim lights, cleaning up, & getting children ready for bed.

Your medical tent is usually up 24/7, just in case an emergency happens past usual work hours. If there has been a lot of cases in one day, usually the nice older lady that runs the bakery will get you a sweet treat as a reward.

You're just cleaning up the tent per usual in the afternoon, mopping the floor and sanitizing what tools you have. There had been Ellie's turn to go on patrol today, Ellie and Jessie together. They'd left a couple of hours ago, nothing seemingly out of order. Usually they'd stay out until it got dark, or in Joel's words "Testing God's patience."

You hear the sound of hooves, galloping, humans running to open the gates & lots of loud talking. It dies down after a while, you decide that it wasn't anything urgent. Assuming that if it was, you'd probably be called over for some look-overs for serious injuries.

You hear someone enter your tent, you look up from where you're sterilizing some needles. It's Jesse. He's alone. You'd just assumed Ellie came hand-in-hand with Jesse, realizing now that it wasn't the case.

"Anything happen, Jesse? Anything I need to get my emergency kit out for?" Jesse looks around, like he's familiarizing his surroundings, "Nah. To me? No. Ellie could use some help, though. Hopefully nothing too serious. She got some infected hangin' off of Shimmer,"

You stand up, gathering some items off of your desk and putting them in an over the shoulder bag, "She's fine though, right? No injuries, just some bruising I'm assuming?"

"If you're talking about the horse, Shimmer's fine. If you're talking about the human, Ellie's not lookin' too hot. Luckily the infected got off by the time we neared the gates. Think she hit her head pretty hard, though."

You walk over to the opening of the tent, where Jesse's standing in the makeshift "doorway", "I'll have a look at 'er. Make sure you get the horses in the stables, okay?"

Jesse backs up, walking out of the tent, "Sure, mom. Good thing there wasn't any major weather. The infected were hiding under the already fallen snow. No way to figure out whether there'd be infected under there or not. I'd say we made it out pretty good for how many of those monsters were out there,"

You're walking towards the gate now, some people are gathered there & discussing patrol curfew, horses & partners. You spot Joel by Ellie's side though, seemingly she looked fine a tad bit, bruised, with some minor cuts, you spotted no extreme injuries or anything major.

Jesse's walked over to the stables now, you approach Ellie with your bag over your shoulder, "How're you holding up, Ells? You aren't looking so hot,"

She whips her head around at the sound of your voice, from where she's standing talking to Joel. "I'm fine," of course. The default, tiring, awkward response. I'm fine.

"Really, I could take you to the tent and just get you checked over. Make sure you don't have any deeper-than-skin injuries that'll affect you later,"

She seems to nod and sigh in defeat, the all stubborn girl she is, and she walks with you by your side back to the medical tent.

"Jesse told me about the infected. Seemed pretty intense out there, huh? Glad Shimmer's alright and you aren't missing any limbs,"

She holds eye contact as you speak, looking away at the end of your sentence and widening her eyes, "Yet. Never know how many of those guys are out there, y'know? It's hard to tell in the winter time. S'like they run on freezing weather or something,"

You lift up the entrance of the tent for her as she leans down to get under it, "You're reckless, you know that? You should be more careful. Like Joel says, you only live once, at least make it worth the while," she winces as she bends down, and she tries to cover it up. You notice.

You sit her down at a chair with a pillow on the seat, "You're not very good at pretending, do you know that?"

The smug grin on her face tells you enough.

You dampen a washcloth in the sink, bringing it over to her and wiping at the dried blood stains on her face. Most of it disappears without trace. That's good, that means it's mostly coming from one place. Not many wounds.

She has an indent in her upper lip. You take note of it.

You ask her to take off her jacket, leaving her in just her band t-shirt and her jeans. You check her arms for any wounds, and once you reckon you've found every injury, you get out your needle and thread.

You figure the cut in her upper lip would heal on its own, recommending her some cleaning solution to keep on her bedside table.

You sew the cut in her arm together, from what looks like could broken glass or a hard slam against the ground.

You put a band-aid over the stitching, and you're now instructing her on how to keep the cut on her upper lip clean. She's completely out of focus with what you're saying.

You keep rustling in your stash, finding the cleaning solution and q-tips at last, demonstrating how to take care of it.

Her eyes are only focused on you. She watches you like you hung the moon and the stars up in the sky.

You come back to your senses after ranting about cleaning wounds & how to do it at home, and you realize that she's closer to your face than what you remembered. You could almost feel her cold-minty breath on your face if you focused hard enough. Her pupils are dilated.

It's been quiet for a while. Neither of you notice or bring it up. It's a comfortable quiet. A shared silence.

You feel her lip graze yours. You want to stop her. You want to tell her off for this so bad, you'd say, "Ellie, you have a fresh cut on your lip. This isn't a good idea," but still. You can't bring yourself to say it. Not when her closeness feels this good. This right.

She asks permission. After sitting in silence for the past couple of minutes, she asks permission, "Can I?" you freeze. You don't know what to say.

Her eyes are on you. You feel her heart rhythm. Her breathing. You nod your head to the best of your abilities when your head feels this clouded from her attention.

She leans in close, and the gap between your lips closes. You feel her lips on yours for long, a sweet, heart-warming kiss. You can practically feel her smirk against your face before you pull away.

it doesn't matter when or why, doesn't matter how rough or gently you guys are fucking, the second you make a sound that's closer to pain or discomfort than pleasure-- the second you gasp out an 'ouch!' or 'wait--' sevika's stopping.

"what? what's wrong?" she asks, her harsh grip on your hands immediately going soft as she searches your eyes. "baby are you hurt?"

"i got a cramp." you say. sevika's hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and she slowly plants a kiss on your forehead as she quickly pulls out of you. you gasp.

"where?" she asks, rearranging your limbs so you're laying flat on the bed. you huff.

"my calf-- you had me clenching my toes too hard." you whine. sevika laughs, immediately taking your calf into her hand and starting to massage the muscle. you pout.

"what's wrong?" she asks.

"this is no fair i wanted to watch you cum." you say.

sevika snorts. "more like you wanted to cum."

you giggle. "well, that too, i guess."

she'll massage you until you're relaxed, and if you're up for it, she'll pick up where she left off, only this time taking more care of your legs and where she pins them.

but if you're not-- or if maybe you stopped because your mind went somewhere strange-- sevika will quickly clean you up and then just hold you in bed until you fall asleep, whispering sweet praises to you as she kisses your face, her body wrapped around yours.

when you wake up-- whether it's ten minutes or two hours later, sevika's always there, either delivering you a snack and a big glass of water, or snoring on top of you.

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sevika's been in love with you since the day you met. she tried to ignore it for as long as she could, but the feeling persisted. first, for weeks, then months. and finally, when a year rolled around and she still got butterflies every time you so much as smiled at her or your fingers brushed, she finally admitted to herself that she loves you.

it took her a month to work up the nerve to tell you. and when she finally did, she was so nervous she thought she was going to piss herself.

you noticed, of course, you're her best friend, if anyone's gonna notice sevika's nervous it's you.

you'd grabbed her shaking hands in yours, your eyes wide and worried as you looked up at her. sevika tried to ignore the way your touch made her warm, and took a shaky breath before speaking.

"i think. i think i like you." she'd said.

she'd expected you to be surprised, or maybe disgusted, or maybe laugh a bit. but she didn't expect you to giggle and smile sweetly, squeezing her hands in yours and shrugging.

"well duh, sev, we're best friends. i like you too." you'd said, before dragging her to sit beside you on the couch and flipping through channels on the television.

sevika was shocked. completely silent as she stared at you, her eyes bugging out of her head. you didn't notice, of course, too invested in finding a show to watch. you just cuddled against her like you always do, and sevika gulped before pulling you closer to her chest.

so... she had to be a little more obvious. that's fine. sevika can do obvious.

but apparently you can't.

she made it a point to give you incredibly flirty compliments, all of which you'd just giggled at and returned, seemingly thinking she was being platonic.

"i can't stop staring at your tits in that shirt."

"sev, you could be hypnotized by tits on a marble statue." you'd said, laughing. which, yeah, she probably could, but that's not the point.

"you have a great ass."

you'd snorted and smacked her ass, making her jump. "so do you. especially in those pants."

"i find you incredibly attractive. you have an amazing personality."

you'd sighed sadly and leaned your head on her shoulder. "i dunno. i think i'd have a girlfriend by now if all those things were true."

sevika's got nothing else to lose, at this point. you're driving her fucking crazy, and she wants to make you hers just as bad as she wants to tease you about how fucking oblivious you are.

so, she's going all out.

you'd given her the spare key to your place a few months ago, and sevika let herself in this afternoon. she's been working since. she hopes to god you like her back, because it's going to be really awkward for her to clean up the thousands of rose petals on your floor, the hundreds of heart balloons hovering in the air, and the dozens of lit candles if you don't.

she's made dinner, which is waiting in the stove. she's bought wine, which is waiting on the counter. she's got romantic music playing, and she's dressed herself up in her best suit. all she has to do now is wait for you to get home.

she tries to remind herself of all the evidence she has that proves you'll react positively-- once you finally get the message through your thick skull that sevika likes you.

you're always spending time with her. you're always touching her subconsciously-- a hand playing with hers, your fingers in her hair. you've told her many times that you find her attractive, and anytime she mentions a hookup, you get this sad, far away look in your eye. you like her back. she's almost certain.

she doesn't have to wait much longer to figure it out, though, because she can hear you fiddling with the doorknob outside your home. sevika takes a deep breath, and clenches her hands into fists.

you walk into your home and immediately pause, blinking around at the decor that's decorating your living room. you're so distracted by your confusion that you don't notice sevika until she clears her throat. you jump.

"sevika?" you ask. "what's going on?"

"i-- i wanted to talk to you about something." sevika says, her heart in her throat. you blink.

"what's all this?" you ask, tugging at a balloon string. sevika opens her mouth to answer, but you cut her off before you can, your face melting in horror. "fuck, do you have a girl here? shit sev, you shoulda told me you needed my place for a date-- i woulda gone and stayed at yours!" you say, turning to walk back out of your own home.

sevika would laugh if she wasn't so fucking fed up with your cluelessness.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" sevika asks, reaching out to grab your wrist before you can leave. "you think i brought a girl to your place?"

"i know you don't like having women in your own home."

"except you." she says. you blink.

"well yeah, but i don't count." you say, shaking your head. sevika huffs.

"so you think i came over to your house, without your permission, and littered it with all this lovey-dovey crap, just to impress a different girl?!" she asks. you blink. "who the fuck would i do all of this for? i don't know anyone who'd like this shit except you!"

you furrow your brow. "this... is for me?" you ask. sevika nods, thinking you're finally starting to get it. you aren't. "why? sevika-- i know i complain about being single but if you hired me an escort for the night i'm gonna kill you." you whisper, eyeing your bedroom like you're scared a woman in lingerie will come sauntering out at any moment.

sevika groans, and then she laughs. you pout, trying to figure out what's so funny, and sevika laughs so hard she starts to cry.

"i don't get it-- is this a bad prank or something?" you ask. sevika doubles over, her hand still wrapped around your wrist as she laughs at you. you huff. "sevika-- stop laughing at me! tell me what's going on!"

"you're an idiot!" she says between giggles. you huff.

"so you trash my house with valentines decor and insult me-- is that it? are you filming this or something, is this an internet trend? you know i don't keep up with that shit." you ask. sevika falls into another round of laughter, pulling you closer to her as you try to break free of her grasp. you just sigh, watching your best friend laugh at you.

"i'm in love with you." sevika says, a smile on her lips as she wipes tears from her eyes. you roll your eyes.

"i know, i know, i entertain you endlessly with my naivety when it comes to internet culture--"

"no, dumbass, i'm in love with you!" she says, still smiling. she releases your wrist to grab your face in her hands, looking you in the eye as she speaks. "i'm in love with you. i want to be in a relationship with you-- more than friends. like girlfriends. and lovers. and hopefully someday wives, though i doubt you'll know when i'm trying to propose to you, so that's gonna be your responsibility. i've been trying to get your fucking attention for months. i've been flirting with you non-stop. i've asked you out on dates, multiple times! and you head is shoved so far up your own ass you didn't even realize! and i love you, even though you're clueless, so i tried to make it as fucking obvious as possible tonight-- but you managed to find a way to misconstrue that too." she says, giggling. you blink.

"is this--"

"it's not a prank." she cuts you off. "i've been in love with you since the day we met. you're so fucking funny, and so hot, and usually, with most things, pretty smart. and i've been trying to ask you out for months, and i'm sick of waiting for you to understand me. i'm laughing because you're incredibly dense, but i'm not joking in the slightest. i want you to be mine. i want to be yours." she finishes.

you blink. sevika's thumbs start gently sweeping across your cheeks, smiling at you as she watches your mind try to catch up.

"n-no you're not." you say. sevika snorts.

"i very clearly am, honey." she says, waving a hand behind her at all the romantic shit in your living room. "i never thought i'd do something as corny as this-- but i guess love makes you do stupid things." she says, shrugging.

you gulp. "b-but... you flirt with everyone!" you say. sevika laughs.

"no i don't-- i just flirt with you, and you think i flirt with everyone."

"you've been with like twenty girls since we met!"

"and i couldn't fucking settle on any of them 'cause none of 'em were you."

"sevika-- you're insanely fucking attractive." you say, looking at her like she's crazy. she laughs.

"so are you."

"but not in the same way! you're way out of my league!"

"is that what you really think?" she asks. you blink, and nod, and sevika's heart breaks a bit as she starts to understand just why you've been so clueless. "you're stupider than i thought." she says. you blink at her again, and sevika snorts. "sorry. i shouldn't be insulting you this much during a love confession." she leans forward and kisses your forehead, and she feels the way you freeze in her arms. "i think you're out of my league, honestly. you're way too fucking nice for someone as gruff as me, and you're so sweet it drives me crazy. you're the total package, baby, you're so hot it's actually a problem, and nobody makes me laugh like you, and if it's okay with you-- i'd like to kiss you about it. let me prove how serious i am." she says.

you gulp again, still confused and hesitant to believe your friend, but she's looking at you with puppy eyes, and you've never been able to deny her when she looks at you like that.

you nod, and sevika smiles, and then she gently, tentatively presses her lips against yours.

you never let yourself even consider the fact that sevika might like you back. it seemed so far flung and ridiculous, that the only time you wasted fantasizing was in your dreams, when your subconscious finally got a say.

but this kiss, this gentle, chaste, soft kiss, is better than any dream you've ever had. you whimper, something inside of you bursting open, and sevika hums, one of her hands coming down to wrap around your waist.

your heart's beating a mile a minute, and your mind is racing, and you feel like you're being electrocuted, but when sevika's tongue swipes across your lips, all of those things fade to the background, and the only thing you can think or feel is sevika sevika sevika sevika.

she pulls away smirking. you blink up at her with wide, sparkling eyes.

"oh." you say. sevika chuckles.

"so... you're starting to get it?" she asks. you slowly nod.

"i... i might get it a bit faster if you kiss me again, though." you whisper.

sevika grins, her sweet little gap tooth on full display, and your stomach flip-flops.

sevika likes you. no-- actually, she loves you. sevika loves you. fuck.

she leans back in to kiss you again, but you speak before she can.

"oh, i'm a fucking idiot." you whisper. sevika laughs again, and the sound makes the embarrassment fade a bit.

"not usually." she says, re-assuring you. you sigh.

"fuck. this whole time you've been flirting with me, haven't you?" you ask.

"i think i asked you out half a dozen times, babe. you somehow thought it was all just 'friend-dates.'" she says, teasing you. you groan.

"fuck."

"it's okay, though, because... because i think you finally understand." she says, smiling. you huff.

"s-say it again." you demand. sevika grins.

"i'm in love with you."

you melt, your knees going wobbly as your breath catches in your throat. sevika laughs at your reaction, kissing your cheek. it sends fireworks throughout your body, and you reach forward to grab fistfulls of her dress shirt.

"i love you too." you say.

sevika grins, and then she's kissing you again.

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it starts as a joke, a halfhearted threat just meant to make sevika laugh. usually, you guys are pretty accommodating for each other when it comes to chores. if sevika forgets to do the laundry on her day, or you're too tired to do the dishes, you'll both happily fill in for the other. but when it comes to clearing the yard of slayer's poop-- you both fight tooth and nail to avoid the chore.

so, as sevika's pushing you out the backdoor with a pair of gloves and garbage bag shoved against your chest, you glare at her and speak without thinking. "sevika, if you lock me out here i'm witholding sex for a fucking week!" you squawk as you try to shove against her body blocking the door frame. sevika snorts.

"yeah fuckin' right, you wouldn't last three days before you're begging for it." she says. you scoff.

"says you. you were begging me to sit on your face half an hour ago!"

sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "you really wanna do this babe?" she asks. you huff, so caught up in the moment that you're not thinking.

"first one to break has to clean the yard for the rest of the year." you say. sevika grins.

"deal." she says, sticking her hand out. you glare down at it and put your hand in hers, gasping when she tugs you toward her chest, not wasting a moment to press her lips against yours, licking at the seam of your mouth. you gasp, melting in her grip, and sevika pulls you back inside, before spinning you around and pinning you to the wall, gripping your hips impossibly tight. you whimper, and she pulls away smirking down at you.

"good luck, baby." she says, chuckling and winking before sauntering away.

you gulp as the reality of the situation you've gotten yourself into hits you.

the first day is fine. you're both constantly teasing each other, but it's nothing you can't deal with. kisses that linger a few seconds too long, hands that wander under shirts and into back pockets, crowding each other into the wall. you're turned on the entire day, but you're able to ignore it.

the next day is different. you guys fuck pretty frequently, it's rare that you go more than 24 hours without touching one another. you spend all day distracted by sevika. in the morning, you burn your eggs, too busy looking at her abs as wanders around the house shirtless. at work, you're biting your lip and trying to come up with ways to fluster her, only to get yourself so worked up thinking about it that you have to go to the bathroom and splash cool water on your face. and when you get home, sevika's working out in the living room, in just a pair of tiny shorts, and you groan before locking yourself in the bedroom. you hear her muffled laugh on the other side of the door.

you start fighting dirty on day three. purposely foregoing a bra, wearing a thin white shirt and nothing else. you catch sevika's eyes on your tits a few times, and each time you grin. you coincidentally keep dropping things in front of her, taking your time to bed over in front of her then slowly, slowly standing up. you catch her ogling you, but she doesn't crack, she just smiles at you and licks her lips.

on day four you become desperate. you've been wet for the past forty eight hours, just from being in sevika's space. she's so fucking hot-- she doesn't even have to try to work you up. just watching her exist gets you going: the way she smokes; the way her shoulders fill out her shirt; that tantalizing strip of skin between her pants and shirt hem; she drives you fucking insane. you haven't been this distracted and flustered since before you guys were dating, when you were still dancing around each other, unsure if you felt the same way for one another.

it's not even an evil plot or scheme when she walks in on you masturbating. you were just so fucking horny and desperate you couldn't help yourself, shutting yourself in the bathroom and leaning against the sink before sticking your hand down your pants. you wish it had been a scheme, because it's a genius idea, and you're a little disappointed in yourself that you didn't think of it yourself, but, regardless, sevika ends up walking in on you with your shirt hem between your teeth to muffle your moans and two fingers in your cunt.

you gasp when the door swings open, and she freezes in the doorway, eyes growing wide and blinking at you. she gulps, and then she lunges, wrapping her hands around your waist and smashing her lips against yours. you moan against her.

"keep fucking going." she growls. you shudder and start fucking your fingers in and out of your squelching cunt again. she groans. "you're that needy?" she asks, chuckling as she ducks down to bite your neck. you hum. "huh? 'm i turnin' you on that much?" she asks. you whimper.

"fuck off." you whisper shakily. sevika snorts.

"i'd rather fuck you. too bad you made a that stupid bet huh? you could be sittin' on my dick right now. makin' a puddle in my lap. or on my face. fuck, i miss the way you taste. i miss your mouth too-- first thing imma do when you fold is get you on your knees, get your mouth on me, those pretty eyes blinkin' up at me."

you cum on your fingers and sevika hums in satisfaction against your neck, reaching down to grab your wrist before pulling your hand out of your pants and bringing your wet fingers up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around them. it's so fucking hot, especially when she moans and rolls her eyes back in her head, that you nearly cum again.

you end up folding the next day. you've had a horrible day at work, and the thought of coming home and not pinning sevika to the bed and riding her until your brain melts out of your ears makes you want to cry.

sevika's a cocky son of a bitch about it too.

you slam the door open, before flinging your shoes and jacket off, huffing as you walk into the living room. sevika looks up from the book she's reading to look at you, and you smack the book out of her hands as you straddle her lap. she grins.

"i can't fucking stand you." you growl as you tear at her shirt. she laughs and lifts her arms over her head, helping you get out of it. "since when are you patient? huh? where the fuck did that come from?" you ask as you unclasp her bra, your hands squeezing her tits. sevika moans, arching up into your touch.

"just 'cause i got my hands on you all the time doesn't mean i don't have self control, baby." she says, giggling. you groan.

"well, fuck you!" you cry, pinching her nipples. she squeaks and you groan, before leaning forward and smashing your lips against hers. "can't fucking stand you-- you were supposed to fold the second i came outta the bedroom without a bra on three days ago." you whine. she snorts.

"honestly, i'm surprised you made it this long." she says. you huff, sinking your claws into her shoulders, and she growls before flipping you over and pinning you to the couch. you gulp, blinking up at her, and she smiles down at you, her eyes twinkling. you reach up, trying to pull her down for a kiss, and she complies, only to dodge your lips at the last minute and grab your earlobe between her teeth, before licking up the shell of it and whispering against you.

"go clean the yard, and then you can have me whichever way you like."

you blink, and when sevika pulls away to smile down at you, you whine and tug your hair. "are you fucking serious!?" you ask. sevika giggles.

"fine, i'll fuck you first. but once your legs stop shaking i'm locking you outside 'til all that poop is gone." she says. you pout and huff, and sevika grins.

"this is the worst dirty talk ever." you say.

she bursts into laughter above you.

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sevika finds you in the side garden, weeding and pruning. she wolf whistles at the sight of you bent over, and you snap up, glaring at her. she chuckles.

"hey darlin'." she drawls as she approaches you, a horny glint in her eye. you chuckle as she slings arms around your waist.

"what do you want?" you ask, already knowing what your wife's tracked you down for.

"the girls took shimmer out for a ride..." sevika says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she grins. "so we got an hour before we get interrupted by the little shits."

you giggle, flicking at the rim of her cowboy hat, then leaning in to kiss her. she hums against your lips.

"well, whaddya suppose we do with that hour?" you ask, teasingly. sevika grins.

"i was thinkin' i could give you some more ridin' lessons." she suggests with a waggle of her eyebrows. you giggle, and then, sevika's dragging you inside, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

in a flash she's got the both of you naked, sans her strap and cowboy hat. you're perched on her lap where she's sprawled out on the bed, in a tussle with her as you fight to get the hat off her head.

"quit squirmin'!" you complain as you make another grab for the hat. sevika laughs.

"the hat's stayin' on, darlin', what kinda cowboy'd i be without my hat on?" she asks. you roll your eyes and relent, sitting back on her legs with a playful glare.

sevika smacks your ass and you jump. "get to ridin' cowgirl." she says with a smirk. you groan and roll your eyes again.

"you're so fuckin' corny." you groan. nevertheless, you sit up on your knees and guide sevika's strap inside you. you both gasp as it breaches your hole, and sevika shivers as she watches you slowly sink down on it, adjusting to the stretch. you sigh in pleasure.

"feel good?" she asks, her hands drawing circles in your hips. you hum and nod. "fuck, you're sexy." she whispers from beneath you. you huff a laugh and lean down to kiss her.

"wish i could say the same. unfortunately, that stupid fuckin' hat kinda ruins all your sex appeal." you say. sevika snorts, fondling your ass as you slowly start grinding circles against her.

"and yet, you're still ridin' me." she says with a smirk. you roll your eyes.

"wasn't that in our vows? i'll still fuck you when you look ridiclious? somethin' like that?" you ask. sevika laughs and claws you hips.

"somethin' like that." she agrees, grinning up at you.

fuck her for bein' so adorable. you lean forward again to kiss her soundly, sliding your tongue against her lower lip and sitting back up before she can bite it. she pouts at you, but then a goofy smile creeps up her lips.

you already know what she's gonna say before she says it. you shake your head no at her, trying to stop her. "don't say it." you command. sevika just grins and smacks your ass.

"giddy up, cowgirl." she says, grinning at you.

you'd strangle her if her little mischievous laugh wasn't so damn cute.

"i can't believe i ever thought you were serious and scary." you say. sevika giggles beneath you, her thumb fiddling with your clit, making you jolt against her.

"c'mon baby." she whispers, lust taking over her silly mood again. "ride me. 'm all yours."

you sigh, bringing her free hand up to your lips to kiss it, before you start bouncing up and down on her cock.

you both groan.

sevika loves watching you on top of her, and over the years, you've gotten pretty damn good at it.

"i ain't gonna last long, doll." she grunts out. "not with you lookin' so damn good ridin' my cock."

you giggle down at her. "i just started." you say. she grins.

"yeah, but i've been watchin' you in the garden all mornin'." she says. "fuck, you look so good all sweaty and bendin' over." she grunts. you chuckle.

"you're ridiculous." you say. she grins up at you.

"you look so good when you're hard at work." she says.

"you do too." you respond, breathily. she grins.

"yeah? so you do like the hat." she says. you snort, reaching forward to try to knock it off again. she catches your wrist before you can reach her, and you roll your eyes, bringing your hand down to her chest to fondle her tits instead. she whimpers at your touch.

"it's hot when you're all dressed up. with that lasso on your hip, 'n shimmer beneath you, comin' home all sweaty and dirty... fuck." you curse, the mental image of your wife doing something to you. she hums beneath you. you open your eyes to look down at her and burst into giggles. "it ain't as cute when it's all your wearin'." you say. sevika laughs too.

"and yet, you're still ridin' me." she says again.

you lean down to press your lips against hers, shutting her up again.

after a few minutes, you have to pull away to pant for air as you slam your ass down against sevika's thighs over and over again.

"fuck-- i'm close." sevika whimpers. you hum on top of her.

"cum inside me, sev." you whisper in her ear. she groans.

"what about you?" she whines. you chuckle.

"if you take that damn hat off i'll let you go down on me once you're done." you promise her. she grins and nods in agreement, her hands flying down to grip your hips and help you continue to ride her hard and fast, loud smacks filling the room as your sweaty thighs hit the top of hers over and over again.

sevika's face scrunches in pleasure and you tug at her tits, knowing she's close.

"c'mon baby." you moan. "wanna watch you cum."

sevika groans beneath you.

"you're such a fool for this pussy, aren't ya?" you ask. she nods. "y' had me this mornin' before the kids woke up, and it's only high noon now-- you're so fuckin' needy." you tease her. sevika whimpers.

"c-can't help it." she whines. you coo down at her.

"that's okay baby, i love it." you say. "y' know how to make a girl feel special. you're lucky i'm just as needy for you."

she nods up at you, gasping. "s-so lucky." she agrees.

beneath you, her legs start twitching, and you grin.

"give it to me sev." you encourage her, both because you want your wife to cum and also because you're dying to get her out of that hat.

she must know this, because right before her face scrunches up in ecstasy, something mischievous flashes behind her eyes. you know what's coming, nearly a decade with the woman means you can read her like a book. you try to duck down to press your lips to hers before she can speak, but you're too slow, and as sevika tips over into orgasm, she lets out a breathy, giggling, "yeehaw!"

you groan on top of her, a laugh wracking through your body despite your disgust, and you pinch her nipples hard in retaliation as she cums.

she jolts, then grins, coming down from her high to giggle up at you. you snort at her and flick her nose.

"i can't believe you." you mumble. she chuckles.

"you're the one who married me." she says, grinning.

"i'm starting to question my sanity." you say. she laughs.

you pull off her strap and stand on wobbly legs, taking a few deep breaths before you turn around and begin pulling your undergarments back on.

sevika gasps and snaps up to sit on the bed.

"fuck're you doin'?" she asks. "you promised me i could put my mouth on you!" you shake your head at her.

"you ruined the moment!" you say, laughing as you pull your pants on. "you can't expect me to be horny after that, sev. should think before you speak next time." you faux scold her.

sevika blinks at you owlishly. "you aren't serious." she says. you just shrug as you begin buttoning up your shirt. "baby!" she cries, scrambling off the bed to gather you in her arms. "c'mon!" she whines. you giggle.

"'s what you get for bein' a clown." you say. sevika reaches up and grabs her hat, then sends it flying across the room.

"there, the hat's gone now-- will you please come back to bed!?" she asks. you just shake your head no at her, pressing a kiss to her nose.

"no, i don't think i will." you say, before breaking free of her hold around your waist and sauntering away.

you only get down five stairs before sevika comes stumbling after you, her clothes in her arms as she tries to dress herself as she chases after you.

"darlin' wait! i'm sorry!" she calls.

you just roll your eyes and walk back out to the garden.

you'll let her stew in her disappointment for a while. and if she's lucky, maybe she'll get another shot at you tonight.

that is, of course, only if the hat stays firmly planted on the hook in the wall, far away from her reach, right where it belongs.

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you and sevika don't want kids. it's not in your plan.

sevika's got a dangerous job. it took years of convincing, years of proving to her that you'd be okay without her, that you want her just as she is now, for her to finally give in and make you hers.

and you're perfectly content.

she works horrible hours and comes home beat up more often than not, but you take the time to patch her up each night, and the two of you spend every free second you have together.

she moved you into her place on your fourth date, and you've been happily living together ever since.

and two years ago, when she shyly shoved a tiny box in your hands and nervously looked away as you opened it, mumbling under her breath a question you could barely make out ('i was wonderin' if you'd like to maybe spend forever with me?') you said yes, with no hesitation.

you guys didn't get married. weddings in zaun are incredibly rare, saved only for the wealthiest, and getting a marriage certificate from piltover for two zaunite women is nearly impossible. but, you had a little ceremony in the last drop (which was really just an excuse to throw a rager) to commemorate your eternal love for one another.

and since then, you've been perfectly happy with your little life.

but, accidents happen.

accidents like sevika swearing she'll pull out, begging to feel you without the condom, then cumming the second she pushes inside of you, whimpering and apologizing and cursing your hot, wet cunt.

accidents like you sleeping through the alarm for your pill.

accidents like sevika forgetting to grab a plan b on the way home, too busy fiddling with the tooth some goon knocked loose in her jaw to remember.

and, usually, these accidents lead to nothing happening. so you and sevika assume it's safe to keep letting them happen.

but then, your period's a week late.

and then two.

and then you take a pregnancy test, and it comes out positive.

and then you take three more, and they're all positive too.

you're paralyzed with shock and fear. you spend the entire day sitting in the bathroom, staring at the positive tests on the counter, crying and laughing, then crying again.

the thing is, you're not opposed to having kids. and now that you know you'll have one in nine months or so, you're fucking elated. but you know sevika doesn't feel the same. and the thought of losing her because of the cells growing inside of you, the thought of having to choose between sevika and the tiny little fucker you're already in love with-- it kills you.

sevika comes home to find you having a panic on the bathroom floor.

"babe, you'll never guess what silco did toda-- what the fuck!?" she exclaims, immediately dropping to her knees and gathering you up in her arms. "baby-- what's wrong? are you hurt?" she asks, grabbing your face in her hands and forcing you to look at her, her eyes flying over your body, checking for injuries. you just cry more, already mourning the loss of her touch that you've grown so used to.

"i-i-i'm sorry." you cry out. sevika blinks at you.

"for what?!" she asks. "baby, you're freaking me out, what's going on?" she asks, panic in her eyes.

you take a shaky breath then reach up to grab one of the tests on the counter behind you, sobbing as you bring it down to hold against your chest.

"i'm sorry, sev, i c-can't-- i don't think i can--"

"what's that?" she asks, gently reaching for your wrist to pull your hand away from your chest.

you gulp and bite your lip as you open your hand, letting her get a good look at the test.

the confusion on her face melts. a stoic look takes its place as she blinks down at the little plus sign on the little plastic test.

you look away from her face, too heartbroken to watch her process the news. tears stream down your face as sevika's hold on your wrist goes shaky, and you prepare yourself for her to pull away.

only, she doesn't.

if you had looked, you'd see the hesitant little smile pulling at the corner of her lips. if you had looked, you'd see the way she gulps like she always does when she's surprised, the tears welling up in her eyes, the way she took a silent gasp as she blinks down at the test in your hands.

you're shocked when she pulls you toward her chest, hugging you tight against her body.

"sev-- don't." you whimper. she blinks down at you.

"what-- whaddya mean 'don't'?" she asks. you take a shaky breath.

"if you're gonna leave just leave-- i can't-- you can't be nice to me, it'll kill me." you say.

sevika's heart breaks.

she's never wanted kids. and you're fine with that.

but the second she saw the test, something happened inside of her, something swirling and giddy and nervous. something kinda like how she feels for you, but a little different. a little deeper, a little less hot and a little more familiar.

everything else in her world fades away. the stories she's been dying to tell you all day, the fire in her heart for zaun, the sounds of drunkards stumbling by your apartment, it all goes silent. it's just you and her, and in that moment, sevika realizes that maybe a kid wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. especially not with you.

sevika kisses your forehead, tears welling up in her eyes at the sound of your muffled sobs.

"i'm not leaving you baby, don't be ridiclious." she says. you cry aloud at her words, wrapping your arms around her back and clawing at her shoulders, trying to pull her impossibly closer to you.

"don't say that." you whisper, shakily.

"i'm not just sayin' it. i mean it. we promised each other through thick and thin, right?" she asks. you nod against her.

"but you don't--"

"i don't care." she says. "i'm a fucking idiot, you know that." she says. you let out a shaky laugh. "i'm not leaving." she says again.

in your first trimester, sevika's still a little hesitant-- still a little distant.

she's not sure how to handle all the emotions in her body, all the love and anxiety swirling up at all times. she puts her energy into making you comfortable, holding you when morning sickness takes hold, stocking up on prenatal vitamins and your favorite snacks, pampering you even more than usual.

this, she can handle. she loves taking care of you, she loves babying you, and with all the anxiety in her mind surrounding the baby, caring for you helps her quell it.

she doesn't talk about the baby much. she's still too nervous to talk about it.

but in your second trimester, you start showing. no longer just a little extra fat on your stomach, your baby's actually visible now. your shirts start riding up your abdomen, a little swell peaking out every time you stretch or move, and she can no longer ignore it-- there's a baby in your belly. and it's hers. and it'll be here soon.

you wake up many nights with gas or aches, and find sevika already awake, a furrow in her brow and her lip between her teeth as she gnaws on it. you ask her what she's thinking about, and she just curls around your body and kisses you back to sleep.

sometimes, you wake up to her hand hesitantly rubbing your belly, like she's scared to touch you. you just rest your hand on top of hers, interlacing your fingers and keeping her hand on your stomach while you both fall back asleep.

if she was better with words, if she had the words to express herself, sevika would tell you that she's scared. she hasn't even met the little fucker yet, and she already loves it more than anything else in her life. it terrifies her, for all the same reasons you do. she has a dangerous job, and second in command to a revolution isn't a suitable job title for a new mom.

sevika knows what it's like to grow up without a parent.

sevika knows what it's like to grow up with a jaded parent, too, someone who's closed their heart off to the world to avoid being hurt, and in turn can no longer love. and she doesn't want to do that to your baby. she doesn't want to do that to you either.

and at work, when she gets in scuffles, or gets a knife drawn on her, or gets shot at, it takes her twice as long to catch her breath.

since meeting you, she's always seen your face flash before her eyes when she dodges a fatal hit. and now, it's ten times worse.

sevika was never scared to die before she met you. and then, seemingly overnight, she became horrified of dying-- scared of what her dying would do to you. she can barely stand seeing you suffer from a headache, the thought of leaving you behind, the thought of breaking your heart like that-- it nearly kills her.

and now she's got a kid to think of too.

so, one late night, sevika approaches silco with a grimace on her face and a case of fancy imported cigars in her hands.

he knows something's up. he's known for months. but he lets her stutter out an explanation as she pushes the case across his desk.

"i-- i think you need to find a new number two." she mumbles. he raises an eyebrow at her.

"second thoughts about the cause?" he asks, flipping open the lid of the case and grinning at the quality.

"no, never." she spits out. silco chuckles and holds a hand up, reassuring her that he was only teasing.

"it's your wife?" he asks. sevika blushes at the word 'wife' like she always does, then looks away.

"no. she's tough, she'd be fine without me." she says fondly. "i..." she gulps then takes a deep breath. "we've got a kid on the way, silco." she whispers.

he freezes, his jaw dropping in shock. sevika never calls him silco, no matter how many times he insists she does. she's serious.

"i didn't take you for the mothering type." he says. she chuckles.

"no, neither did i." she says with a shrug. "but... i'm not mad about it." she says. "i'm... actually really excited." she whispers.

silco laughs, then rises from his seat, rounding his desk to shake sevika's hand. it's the closest to a hug the two of them will ever get.

"you'll be an amazing mother." he says sincerely. she has to blink back tears at his words. "come, let's smoke to celebrate." he says, waving her over to his desk.

the two of them spend the night negotiating a new position in silco's crew for her. she'll stay on as his consultant and strategist, and take on more responsibilities at the legally run bar and club downstairs, but he'll be finding somebody else to take on the more dangerous and criminal aspects of her job.

sevika doesn't tell you for a few weeks, until the change is complete.

she stops coming home with bruises and scrapes. she starts being lot more openly lovey dovey, no longer waiting for the dark of night to place a hand on your stomach, praising you at any chance she can get, even buying parenting books and beginning the 'babyproofing' process.

you don't ask her what's up, knowing she'll tell you in time.

and one day, you get home from work to a home cooked meal and candles on the dinner table.

sevika grins at the sight of you. you fawn at the way she walks you to the table, pulling the chair out for you, pressing kisses to your head and shoulders.

"what's going on?" you ask, giggling as she sits beside you. (she never sits across from you, she can't touch you from the opposite end of the table.)

"i'm in love with you." she says. you laugh.

"we've been married for two years sev, you better be." you say. she laughs, and kisses you again.

"i've never been more excited for my future in my entire life." she says quietly against your lips. tears well up in your eyes as you grab her hand. "we're having a baby." she says reverently, like it's the first time she's finally processing it. you don't tease her for it, you just squeeze her hand in yours and kiss up the tears that race down her cheeks.

"we are."

"and it's gonna be here in three months." she says, a beaming smile on her lips. you smile right back and nod.

"it is."

"i... i want to be the best mother i can be for the little fucker." she whispers, staring down at your stomach. "i want to be the best wife i can be for you." she adds on, her eyes flicking back up to you.

you nod at her, still unsure of where she's going with her conversation.

"and i can't do that if i'm dead." she says. you blink and nod and she sighs. "i talked with silco. we got a new arrangement for me at work." she explains. "just paperwork from here on out." she says. "i'm gonna get all lazy and weak sittin' behind a desk but..." she shrugs. "it's worth it for you two." she says.

you abandon dinner to fuck sevika on the dining room table.

(it's not a big deal though, sevika's never been a good cook, and she tried her best, but the food that grows cold on the table was already burnt and unevenly cooked and so over-seasoned it was basically just a pan of garlic powder.)

silco, surprisingly, is incredibly invested in the little fucker. sevika comes home once or twice a week with a new onsie or toy for the baby, gifted to her by your kid's self-appointed god-father.

by your third trimester, sevika's more excited than you are for the baby to come into the world, which is a hard feat, because you're constantly achy and sore and peeing and bloated and uncomfortable and cursing sev for ever putting her hands on you in the first place. she takes all your complaints in stride, endlessly spoiling you, constantly massaging your feet and tits and shoulders, pressing kisses against all your hormonal acne and strange patches of hair, accompanying you to the bathroom the fifty times you have to go a day.

and when your daughter finally arrives, sevika cries like a baby the first time she holds her.

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you'd be like hot and awkward??

hell yeah

i am a loser ellie truther i won't be stopped

ESPECIALLY modern ellie

like ellie without all of her trauma would be a total goofball lets be fr

so anyway, you'd find a way to talk to her

and you end up securing those digits

you guys would go on a couple dates and start hanging out a lot

you kept waiting for her to ask you to be her girlfriend but it just wasn't happening

so, you took it upon yourself

once you guys are official, she can be much more suave

however, she's still a goober

she would work at a comic book store

and even though she has tons of comics readily available to her, she still owns a like a whole plastic tub of them

wouldn't even put them on a bookshelf, just keeps them in a plastic tub

she DEFINITELY is still a space nerd

maybe she's a student studying astronomy or something

her idea of a date is watching a movie at home and eating ramen noodles lmao

idk why but i feel like when she's at home she just refuses to wear a shirt

like she is just constantly walking around in her sports bra

she also ABSOLUTELY owns a pair of dinosaur boxers and they are her favorite

her favorite pet names for you are babe and pretty girl

and probably like "my little crunchwrap supreme"

she's the type of girlfriend that would do stupid shit to impress you

like she'd try to jump over a trashcan or something in public and totally eat shit

absolutely oblivious to how hot she is

like girls will stare at her in public and when you get huffy about it she's like "??? what are you talking about?"

nsfw

she is usually a top but will bottom if you ask nicely

despite her awkward and silly personality, in the bedroom she's actually very confident and sexy

though she still likes to mess around and have fun

a MUNCH

she could eat pussy all day it's her favorite activity

when she uses a strap she acts like it's her actual dick

she'd have you suck her off and she'd be moaning and groaning like she can feel it

when she bottoms she likes to be spanked oop-

however a little more hesitant to spank you cause she's like "but baaabe i don't want to hurt you :("

though it doesn't really take much convincing lol

she's got a high libido