Miresnothere

my butch!! my sevika!!💕

there's gonna be 69 versions of sevika and one me and the island is called butch island🥳🙂‍↕️🩷

── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika ❤︎ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you’re absolutely in love with sevika’s pussy smell and make no effort to hide. she feels a little shy about it, but you know she likes it. ❤︎ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering (s receiving), mention of cunnilingus (s received), bottom!sevika, shy!sevika, soft!sevika, scent kink (?), gentle sex. ❤︎ ̟

“can you stop?”

“stop what?” you asked as you brought your middle and ring fingers close to your nose again, taking a deep breath through your nose, releasing a pleased sigh. “fuuck, this is heaven.”

sevika groaned in embarrassment, turning sideways on the bed while pressing her temple with her right hand’s fingers — her prosthetic long forgotten on the table beside the bed.

it was such a cute sight seeing your girlfriend curled up on the bed, too shy to properly look at your face.

“awww, what’s wrong baby? can’t a woman appreciate her lady’s smell?”

“shut up.” she mumbled, and didn’t move.

you let out a chuckle and lay down right behind her, hugging her by the waist, bringing her as close as you could. then, you distribute kisses on her broad, sweat back, feeling the way she shivered slightly.

“don’t be shy. i just really love your smell.”

“i know, i love yours too. it’s just...” she turned to face you but quickly seemed to regret, rolling her eyes as she saw the cocky smile on your face. “oh, fuck you.”

you chuckled again, softly.

“c’mon. keep talking. it’s just what?”

she shrugged.

“you just… looks so concentrated and in trance. maybe just stupid.”

“mmm, yeah! all of these, actually. i concentrate so i can feel better, i’m in trance because it’s too good and i am, in fact, soooo stupidly in love with you.”

“yeah, yeah. i can see all that.” she said, tone playful although still looking a little shy. “maybe it’s the way you do it. i like yours, but i don’t smell my fingers like a sex maniac.”

“you talk too much.”

you held her face and before she could talk or try to squirm away, you started to attack her with quick pecks all over her face.

sevika tried, she really tried, staying still like a stone while waiting for your attack to stop. but as soon as your lips met her jaw and neck, she giggled, now really trying to push you away from her while using all the forces on her to not burst out laughing.

you tickled her for a few more seconds, until you calmed the kisses and held her waist. sevika let out a low sigh of relief, but the smile didn’t leave her face. for an instant, you just admired her in silence, gently stroking her waist with your thumbs. she swallowed. she could feel the weight of your gaze every time you stopped whatever you were doing just to look at her like that; and for someone who needs to learn how to adapt to being so deeply and truly admired after years of being mistreated, it was still a little hard for her. but she didn’t look away.

you exhaled through your nose and brought a hand to her face, drawing her close so that you could kiss again.

the kiss was slow and intense, you both sighed into each other’s mouths, pressing your naked bodies even closer—if that was even possible. a low moan escaped you between kisses as your nipples brushed and pressed against each other.

one of your hands slid down to her hips, gently tracing her lower abdomen. nothing needed to be said, sevika simply lifted her leg and rested it on your thigh, giving you more access to paradise.

you didn’t waste any time, your hand was already moving down, reaching her trimmed bush first. it was wet with her previous orgasm. then, your hand finally reached her pussy. still soaked after being eaten out and fingered by you.

your lips parted, and sevika let out a low, trembling gasp, still sensitive, but ready for another round. you admired her lustful face for a short moment before closing your eyes to press wet kisses on her neck, being especially careful at the hickeys’ marks. you kissed more gently there, and then buried your face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath, feeling the remaining and faint scent of her perfume and of her sweat.

your fingers massaged her swollen clitoris slowly, deliberately slow circles, alternating the pressure, careful not to overstimulate her too quickly. sevika kept her eyes closed, letting out low sighs and shy moans, while she held onto your shoulder for support, to have something to release the growing pleasure on.

soon your fingers were in her slit, and god, you could feel more coming out of her.

your middle and ring fingers slid in together in a quick, easy motion, and you didn’t stop until you were all the way in, reaching your knuckles. without waiting, you began a slow back and forth motion, letting your fingers almost completely out before plunging them back in with a continuous thrust.

sevika called your name between a whimper and a moan. you didn’t respond with words, but showed you were listening by moving your kisses from her neck to her cheek.

“faster..” she whispered.

you obeyed instantly, pumping your fingers faster and harder. she rolled her eyes and moaned, turning to lie on her back so she could spread her shapely legs wider. you supported yourself on your free elbow and continued thrusting, now watching her face contorted with pleasure as you bit your lower lip.

it was a perfect sight. her eyes tightly closed, but occasionally opening for a few seconds just so you could see them rolling back or trying and failing to focus on something. her mouth unable to stay closed, moans, whimpers, and incoherent words escaping her full, swollen lips. her bare chest rose and fell as her climax approached, as did her hand gripping the sheets as if to tear them. her legs began to tremble more and more, becoming uncontrollable, her toes curled, and her pussy swallowing your fingers easily, leaking and dripping.

suddenly, you felt her walls tighten around your fingers. at the same time, her legs snapped shut around your hand, her back arched, and she let out a loud and long moan.

even with the restriction, you continued moving your fingers inside, curving them and pressing them against her g-spot repeatedly, intensifying her orgasm and working her through it.

when she calmed down from her climax, you carefully removed your fingers and returned to kissing her, leaving gentle, affectionate kisses all over her face. and then you stopped.

sevika slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for one second before looking for you. upon seeing you, she widened her eyes and felt her face heat up. she shouted your name, using an indignant and embarrassed tone.

“what?” you looked at her, but didn’t stop your nostrils from inhaling the scent on your fingers. you kept the eye contact as you used your tongue to lick between your fingers, collecting what was left of her there.

Summary: A fall gives you a concussion, leaving you a little dazed and briefly without memory of her. Sevika stays by your side, gentle and patient.

being considered the ‘weird kid’ growing up was certainly a relatively uncomfortable experience in many aspects of your life, though not all of them.

even though it was difficult to fit in or find someone who genuinely didn’t make fun of you, at least you didn’t stop enjoying the things you liked because of other people’s opinions. after all, you were the one happily watching the episodes and doing your stuff without hurting anyone, not them.

and reaching adulthood, that didn’t change. it was your comfort, a big and important part of your peace, and you learned to ignore those who tried to ridicule you for it. and you also achieved something wonderful: finding people who were genuinely willing to listen to you, and one of them was your girlfriend, sevika.

she had always been a quieter person, preferring to show she cared or loved by sticking around, whether just to enjoy the silence together or to listen to someone talk. and in this case, listening to your enthusiastic voice was the perfect refreshment for her on any given summer afternoon.

“the dilophosaurus never had the ability to spit venom like in the movie. it’s just another lie from the cinema, to call attention, y’know?”

“alright, so… even the velociraptor from the old movie isn’t a representation of what they really looked like?” sevika asked, opening her eyes and furrowing her brow, turning her head to look at you.

you were lying on her chest, and you were both in a hammock on the porch. you had been telling her about the things you’d watched and read for a while, and she’d asked short questions from time to time, preferring to listen rather than interrupt with her doubts, but she couldn’t let this one pass.

“mhm! they were very different. almost all of them. i think the most accurate were the tyrannosaurus and the triceratops, but there are still many things that they changed.”

“damn… they lied to me this whole time.” she murmured, looking at the clear sky with a clearly offended look.

you laughed softly before speaking again.

“nowadays i heard people saying it’s because they were created in a lab in the movie, so they didn’t come out as they really were… it’s a good excuse.”

“dumbasses.”

you laughed again. sevika couldn’t help but smile slightly at your laughter. she turned and pulled you even closer, hugging you. you returned the hug, placing a leg over her hip. sevika kissed your cheek and moved a hand to caress and squeeze your ample thigh, sighing as she felt the softness in her palm.

“go on. you were gonna talk about the spinosaurus.” she murmured, moving her kisses down to your jaw.

☀️Shikamaru definitely realizes his feelings first and it is 100% an "oh, shit" moment.

☀️I imagine the Nara clan to love not as angrily as the Uchiha, but just as obsessively. Where the Uchiha seek to almost possess, the Nara clan covets knowledge. In this case, Shikamaru wants to know everything about Naruto— no detail is too small.

☀️ I'm not saying Shikamaru is stalking him, but he'd definitely follow him everywhere. Like, he's not trying to hide. Naruto just hasn't noticed because it's... Well, it's Naruto.

☀️And the few times he does notice him it's just— "Wow, what're you doing here Shikamaru? 😀" baby you should be asking why you've seen him ten different times this week and it's only Monday.

☀️Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation, did I say Nara Fixation yet?

☀️Naruto wants for nothing because somehow, Shikamaru always knows exactly what he needs and is able to predict exactly when he's going to need it.

☀️ Naruto never quite realizes the depth of the obsession/love. He's just completely oblivious to the fact that Shikamaru is kind of, slightly, a little bit (maybe a lot a bit) insane. With a cherry on top.

☀️ Lowkey, I am a huge fan of crazy Shikamaru. Like, not outwardly crazy, but "I know your height, weight, regular resting heart rate, wrist diameter, and how many times you've said 'believe it' today" crazy Shikamaru. Knows too much Shikamaru.

☀️Naruto 100% just assumes they're dating after a while of certain details accumulating. Shikamaru feeds him like, daily. Shikamaru has shared a bed with him several times. They spend a lot of time together. They hold hands. Shikamaru knows like, everything about him somehow.

☀️ Naturally, they must've been dating this entire time and Naruto simply didn't notice until now. And because Naruto has zero experience with healthy relationships, he just accepts this as fact and moves on with his life.

☀️ Shikamaru when Naruto grabs him by the face on day, plants a huge kiss on him with no context, and then skips off: 👁️👄👁️

☀️ Come on, it'd be so funny.

☀️ Insert Naruto also knowing a surprising amount about Shikamaru, because he's more attentive than people give him credit for. Shikamaru follows him around so much, of course he learns about him over time. He may be an idiot, but he's not a moron. Or... something like that.

☀️ Naruto is just happy someone actually wants to be around him. Sasuke is Sasuke, Sakura constantly yells at him, Kakashi literally runs, Yamato is only around for training, and Sai just insults him in increasing intervals when they're together.

☀️ Touch-Starved! Naruto vs. Can't get enough of touching him! Shikamaru! Go! Fight!

☀️ Shikamaru "he's never going to love me" Nara and Naruto "I wonder when Shikamaru is gonna propose" Uzumaki

☀️ Naruto just goes to the court house and files the documents himself. Surprise, Shikamaru. Not only does he love you, you've been married for the past four months.

☀️ Alternatively, Shikamaru could pull the same move. Oh, you kissed me on the mouth? Sounds like a proposal to me.

☀️ For a certified genius, Shikamaru would absolutely be the kind of idiot to assume Naruto couldn't ever return his feelings. There could be so much evidence to the contrary and it really WOULD take an entire kiss to the lips to convince him.

☀️ No worries, Naruto is more than willing to oblige.

More Nara Fixation Headcanons (ShikaNaru edition) 🦌🍜

-Shikamaru doesn't even try to hide it. He doesn't see the point. Every time he pushes a little further, Naruto gives way with a big smile. He's rubber, malleable and easygoing, and nothing Shikamaru does fazes him. As long as he has a friend, he doesn't even care.

-Is it a little weird that the first time Shikamaru comes over, he goes into the bathroom and sniffs every bottle of soap, shampoo and conditioner? Checks his toothpaste brand? Opens all his cabinets and digs through his dishes? Looks at every single article of clothing in his closet and dresser, and unscrews the cap of his detergent just to sniff that too?

-Like, yeah. But Shikamaru is his friend, so obviously it's fine. He probably has a good reason

-His good reason is a slowly rising obsession that gets worse and worse. Because at first, there's plentiful information to be learned. So many new things to find out and discover, but what happens when that starts to slow down? When he kinda knows everything? When he picks apart every piece of Naruto's life and existence?

-He still wants more.

-So then it moves into wanting to know the shape of Naruto's teeth, and the best way to know that would be to trace them with his tongue. He wants to know what he tastes like all over. He wants to know the feel of his skin. What do his muscles feel like when they ripple? How far can he bend? What noises would be make if—

-The point is, Shikamaru starts to run out of things to learn. And he wants to know it all. Happy Naruto, sad, angry, hurt, overjoyed, emotional, confused, pleased. Every facet of him, Shikamaru wants to swallow it whole and commit it to memory.

-He brings Naruto new foods just to see how he reacts to them, what he likes, doesn't like, the faces he makes as he considers it. Naruto thinks it's a bit weird that Shikamaru wants him to describe what the food tastes like to him out loud, but he does his best to explain anyway.

-Shikamaru buys him new clothes in a million different colors too, all to see what Naruto looks like in them, what he thinks of the fabric, how they flow on his body when he moves. He has Naruto describe that too.

-Naruto never even really asks why. Just kind of squints at him and is like "well, if you insist. Anyway so these shorts like—"

-It helps that Naruto can talk for hours upon hours nonstop. Shikamaru wants to hear everything he has to say, no matter how mundane. Anything Naruto wants to jabber on about, Shikamaru is right there ready to absorb every word.

-Naruto going about his life while Shikamaru is just there, shadowing him every step of the way and watching his every move.

-Naruto's friends listening to Naruto talk while Shikamaru casually pokes, prods, tugs at him, runs his hands through his hair, etc: 🧍

-And Naruto is just like "Oh, don't worry! He's just putting his hands on either side of my neck so he can feel the way it flexes when I pronounce words!"

-Like... baby, that's freak behavior.

-Naruto thinking this is normal best friend behavior because he has absolutely no good frame of reference for what a best friend is aside from Sasuke, who he now admits is a pretty shit example.

-It doesn't help that Naruto is like "isn't that a little weird?" and Shikamaru just straight up lies and is like "Nah, all really good friends do this."

-If Naruto needs something, Shikamaru already has it. He's so in tune with Naruto that he can just predict and tell.

-A few people ask Shikamaru's parents if they're concerned but they just shrug it off like ah, Nara Fixation. What can you do?

-Shikamaru is always wary of taking it too far but also, in his head he and Naruto are already married.

They are both stalkers, but while Shikamaru is an information gatherer and knows everything, Hinata is a physical stalker.

line cook!sevika x waitress!reader (1,860 words) connected to - chin up

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SUMMARY: sevika takes the initiative when she hears you’re sick

WARNINGS: modern!sevika, sick!reader, bad grammar, swearing, eating, nondescript reader, snot, mentions of sevika’s dead mother, allusions to a neglectful father, reader wears a nightgown you’d typically see on an old lady and all my life i knew those as muumuus without actually knowing what a proper muumuu was so i redacted the muumuu use and just address it as a nightdress, molcajetes but i just refer to them as mortars and pestles made of volcanic rock to broaden the horizon

A/N: i reread this and now i’m wondering if i accidentally make them both come off as twenty-something-year-olds and not the middle-aged women i’m trying to convey 💀 40 is still young, but there’s definitely a difference in behaviors between a 40 year old and 20 year old and i’m not sure if i’m hitting the mark exactly like i want to since i am, in fact, 22 myself

(I do not consent to my work being published/translated elsewhere or used for ai chat boxes.)

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Hey sweet darling, forgive me for taking so long. ❤️‍🩹 I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it🫶🏻 how are you doing ? are you feeling better lately or is it still pretty bad ?

—Domestic, that’s the word. (sevika x chronically ill reader)

You’re not sure when it started.

When Sevika stopped being the intimidating coworker with the sharp mouth and became the person who always has your coffee ready before you can even reach for the pot.

Somewhere between shared lunch breaks and late drives home, the line blurred.

She doesn’t hover; that’s the thing.

When you stand, cane in hand, Sevika doesn’t rush in like you’re porcelain. She just shifts her chair back, rises too, and falls into step beside you… A shadow without pressure. A presence you can lean on if you want to, but never one that assumes you will.

“Need a ride tonight?” she asks, not looking up from stirring sugar into her mug. Her voice is low, casual, like the answer doesn’t matter either way, even though you know she’ll take you regardless.

You huff a little laugh. “You always ask like you’re gonna say no if I say yes just to annoy me.”

Her mouth quirks at the corner. Not a smile, not exactly. More like the suggestion of one. “Well. Keeps you humble.”

Domestic. That’s the word for it.

Sitting across from her at the staff table, trading sips of coffee.

Domestic, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to slide into her passenger seat and let her grumble about your boss.

It’s not love. Not yet… But it feels a lot like standing on the edge of it, and Sevika, without ever saying a word, makes it seem like she’s right there with you.

But it does look like love because everyone tease you guy about it anyway.

You and Sevika always take your breaks together now. She always pours your coffee before her own. She always stands when you stand, walks when you walk, like it’s muscle memory.

And everyone has noticed. Of course.

“Married couple energy,” one of your coworkers mutters under their breath when Sevika hands you half of her sandwich without being asked.

You shoot them a glare, cheeks warm. Sevika just arches a brow, as if daring anyone to comment louder. No one does.

Later, when you’re both sorting documents, one of the newer hires grins. “So how long have you two been… you know?”

You blink. “Been what?”

“Dating.”

You nearly choke on your laugh. “We’re not dating.”

The kid looks between you and Sevika, unconvinced. Sevika just smirks, muttering, “oh, could’ve fooled me.”

The teasing follows you out of the break room, clinging to the edges of your thoughts.

Especially when you and Sevika end up at that corner café the next morning, sitting across from each other with muffins and sweet coffee, talking like you’ve done this a thousand times before.

Because at some point, while driving you home the day before, she asked with her eyes on the road; “you free friday morning ?”

You hummed, shifting in your seat. “Depends. Why?”

“Thought we could grab breakfast. Somewhere that’s not the break room.” She paused like she was testing the words, like it was casual, but the weight in her voice betrayed her.

You smiled, soft and tired. “That your way of asking me out?”

Her lips twitched, eyes still on the road. “Maybe.”

It’s easy. Too easy.

She’s got this gruff, steady way of listening, leaning back in her chair, big hand curled around her mug, eyes on you like you’re saying something worth hearing.

And when you laugh at something stupid she says, her mouth does this twitchy almost-smile that makes your stomach flip.

You tease her about it, of course. “Hey, if you keep looking at me like that, people are gonna think we’re in love.”

She doesn’t even flinch. Just takes a slow sip of her coffee and mutters, “People already think that.”

It’s meant to be a throwaway line, but the way her gaze lingers a second too long makes your pulse skip. Because it’s true, everyone does.

And maybe the craziest part is that neither of you has ever bothered to correct them.

And of course, some days are harder than others.

It sneaks up on you in waves, the way your body keeps the score of the day.

By the last hour of your shift, sometimes your joints are screaming louder than the clatter of plates, and the thought of standing one more minute feels impossible.

You press harder into your cane, jaw tight, but Sevika notices. She always does.

She doesn’t comment, doesn’t ask. Just steps closer, shoulder brushing yours, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And when you let your hand drift to her arm, steadying yourself against her warmth, she doesn’t flinch or stiffen. She just keeps talking, low and easy, about the music overhead or that client who had ugly shoes, like nothing has changed at all.

Later, when you sink into a chair in the back, cane resting across your lap, you expect her to go about closing tasks.

Instead, she drops into the seat beside you, stretches her long legs out, and starts complaining about your boss— again.

She really doesn’t like him.

No pity. No hovering. Just her usual gruff humor, grounding you in the familiarity of it.

“Sorry,” you mutter after a while, voice almost casual but low. “You don’t have to sit here with me.”

She cuts you a look, sharp enough to make your chest tight. “oh, I’m suffering right now.”

You can’t help laughing, even through the ache. “Yeah, okay.”

She shifts just enough that your knee brushes against hers, casual but deliberate. “Quit apologizing. I’m right where I want to be.”

And she says it so offhand, so steady, that it takes you a beat to realize the weight behind it.

Because when you lean a little heavier into her, your fingers curling lightly into the solid muscle of her shoulder, she doesn’t just take it, she anchors you, like she’s been waiting for you to trust her with that weight.

It’s not about fragility. It never is with Sevika.

It’s about presence.

About how, with her, you don’t have to carry everything alone.