꧁༺ Sevika Archive ༻꧂

Stalker!Sevika who never meant to stalk you, she didn't even realise she was at first. She first noticed you when you moved into the apartment opposite hers. You had spent days in and out, moving all of your belongings in. She was socially awkward, so she had only seen you through the peep hole in her door, but it was enough for her to sneak in while you were out and place cameras around your apartment.

Stalker!Sevika who would wait for hours, working from home all the time she could work whichever hours she wanted too. So while you were out she worked, but the minute you got home she would sit back and just... watch you move around your apartment. It wasn't necessarily sexual either, she found herself smiling watching you dance around the kitchen as you cooked, or how you'd cuss out the door when you were the one who walked into it.

Stalker!Sevika who would notice what your favourite things were, how you always Brough a specific flavour of chips, and that you only used a certain type of shampoo. And she would notice when you were running low. Ordering them online she would have them delivered to your door hours later.

When your doorbell rang you skipped to the door, finding the grocery bag just dumped on your little welcome mat. "What the fuck?.." crouching down, you looked inside to find new shampoo and conditioner, multiple bags of your favourite snacks and a bouquet of roses. "Weird..." Sevika smiled, sitting back on her couch as she watched you bring her present inside.

Stalker!Sevika who was quickly falling in love with you, even if it was one sided and you didn't know she existed. Weekly she would get flowers delivered to your apartment, no notes, no anything. Each week a different flower, roses, coronations, lilys, sunflowers... she would send you every color of every flower for the rest of her life.

You were starting to get creeped out by the sheer amount of flowers turning up unannounced. "Again?.. who the fuck is doing this?" You talk to yourself as you pick up the bouquet from the door. "Hey! Do you know who carries on sending these?" You call out to the flower delivery man before he gets into the elevator. "No ma'am, they order them anonymously online." You sigh and give him a small thanks before going back inside. And Sevika couldn't help but find your irritation adorable, and slightly arousing.

Stalker!Sevika who couldn't bring herself to introduce herself to you. She was quite happy watching you from her apartment. But knowing you were only across the hall was a special kind of torture. "Lookin' good today doll..." she muttered, slipping her hand into her panties as she watched you shower.

You were unaware of her watching you, her fingers stuffed deep in her cunt as she watched the way the water slid over your body. The water droplets sliding down your back between your plump ass cheeks, you nipples pebbling as you step out of the shower into the cold. "Fuck doll-" Sevika came hard on her fingers, what sent her over the edge? Simply you bending over to dry your legs.

Stalker!Sevika who's heart almost stopped the day you found one of her cameras. You were deep cleaning and found the one in the kitchen. So distraught and not thinking clearly you knocked on Sevika's door. When she opened it you were nearly in tears. "Hey uhm... weird ask but could you help me? I need help finding hidden cameras in my apartment."

Sevika couldn't believe it. You had no idea it was her, she was almost sure you somehow knew and were here to rip her a new one. "Of course doll, let's look together." The whole day she stayed with you, 'searching' for the cameras... of course she moved the bedroom one around to somewhere you had already checked, you wouldn't check if you knew it 'wasn't there'.

Stalker!Sevika who offered to let you stay in her apartment for a few days until you felt safe to go back home. Offering you to sleep in her bed, shower in her shower, eat from her kitchen. One day you would be living here with her, she was sure of it, you wouldn't have a choice. Sevika quite liked having you in her space, her bed smelt like you now...

Stalker!Sevika who really, really didn't want you to leave when you suggested going back to your apartment. "Doll why don't you stay a couple more days? I'm worried about you..." she was so convincing. Her brows furrowed, her hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be fine Sevika... but I guess a few more days couldn't hurt..."

She lead you to the bedroom, closing the door behind her, clicking the lock. She wouldn't wait any longer, she had to have you tonight. "Can you... turn around while I change?"

Sevika smiled softly, so comforting and gentle. "We're both women doll... nothing I ain't seen before." You shrugged, stripping of your clothes blissfully unaware. But Sevika was truthful, she had seen it before, she had seen every inch of you, not like you knew that though...

Just before you could slip your shirt over your head, she wrapped her arms around your bare waist, her fingers gliding over your stomach. "Be a good girl for me doll. No screaming, no shouting." Her breath was hot on your neck, her nose trailing up and down the smooth, delicate skin.

"Wh-what are you doing?.." you shudder, yet you can't find it in you to push her away. She was tall, a solid wall of muscle but so warm... and she had been so kind to you. "You don't see it princess? I love you... you're my girl. I'm sorry about the cameras..." she mummered before kissing you neck, softly biting and nipping the skin, sucking bruises into your skin.

You should feel angry, push her away and call the police. She invaded your privacy, your home. But being in her arms felt good, weirdly you felt safe... so you let her love you. You let her show you what it meant to be hers.

It was a grueling process having to take her mother for treatment and seeing the only family she had slowly deteriorate in front of her – and what was worse, her dad didn’t even have it in him to offer emotional support.

not when he saw his wife slowly fade away, nor when he saw his child distance herself away from him the more he became an empty shell of the man he used to be.

when sevika’s mother died, that’s when she knew there was nothing in her hometown that was worth staying for anymore. so she packed up her bags and caught the next train to the city – not bothering to offer her father a goodbye, he knew her departure was a long time coming. 

when she arrived in the city, it wasn’t easy at first. she had to spend the first year jumping from one shelter home to another just to have a place to sleep in at night before she spent her days working. she saved up everything she earned through those low-paying jobs until eventually, she got enough to start renting out a studio apartment – she had about 3 months worth of rent saved up before she had to find a stable enough job to provide not just her rent but for food as well.

It wasn’t long before she landed a job in an auto repair shop. it wasn’t anything fancy, but the pay was good and if there was one thing she could thank her father for, it was taking after his skills in fixing almost anything with his hands.

she spent most of her time fixing up cars, trucks, and any vehicle there was. she was so good at her job that the owner of the shop trusted her enough that he didn't even need to clock in most of the time. her boss, mr. jones, who was a kind old man who took her in and saw her potential when nobody else did.

the auto repair shop became her second home, she spent so much of her time there even on weekends. she was a devoted worker, that’s why it didn’t shock anyone that when mr. jones passed away, he firmly decided to hand over the shop to sevika. mr. jones had children but they weren’t nearly as passionate about his business as their father was, and his children didn’t really care that the shop was given to someone else as they found it to be an old, dingy little thing anyways.

but sevika was dumbfounded regardless. she loved the shop more than anything so when it was handed to her, she spent most of her 30s renovating it while still maintaining its old-school design that was reminiscent of mr. jones.

when the shop was handed to her, that’s when she was finally able to save up just enough to get out of her studio apartment and move into a place more spacious. she was able to afford a lot of things because of what mr. jones did. 

which also meant she was able to come into her sexual identity, one that she had suppressed for so long.

not a lot of people knew about it except her mom – as well as her dad who only had a sneaking suspicion of it and not because she was actually comfortable enough to disclose the inner turmoil she was experiencing to him as well as the discomfort she felt in her own body.

that’s why the moment the shop was passed down to her, she was able to finally live out her truth. she started off small by making alterations to her appearance – wearing clothes she never thought she’d be comfortable wearing; tighter ones that accentuated her curves and muscles. she began to socially transition which was already a huge adjustment for her, but her friends offered a great support system. it was a tedious process but eventually, she felt comfortable enough to start medically transitioning as well.

beginning HRT as well as estrogen was the best thing that could’ve happened to sevika, because it was only then was she able to live out the reality she wanted for herself. having to live in survival mode for most of her 20s and 30s, she couldn’t really afford to figure herself out. oftentimes it did feel like she missed out on a lot, but it’s better to have lived it than not at all.

she knows her mother would’ve been proud of her – of the person she’s become, she remembered talking to her mother once if she always envisioned having a son – to which she was honest about and said no, saying it was more of her father’s dream. when she asked her mom if she had ever gotten a daughter, what would’ve she wanted to name her, her mother could only smile and say “I always liked the name sevika.”

sevika could only smile then, saying the name was beautiful, to which her mother replied lovingly “it would’ve been a beautiful name for you too, and it could still be yours. If you’d like.”

choosing her name when she began to transition was the easiest part, as her mother had already helped her a lot in that regard.

now she’s in her 40s and has never felt more confident in her appearance. her body was toned after years of manual labor and she was finally confident enough to have grown her hair out below her ears. she was content with what she saw in the mirror every morning, someone she could accept, even though she knew if her father saw her now, he’d feel the opposite.

it was challenging having to break out of that mindset where she still craved his approval, it lingered in her social interactions and she wondered if the people around her actually accepted her for who she is. It was difficult making new friends, let alone getting into a relationship.

then she met you.

it was a sunday night when you strolled in with your car that was barely hanging on for dear life, saying you got a flat tire in the middle of driving back home to work and in a fit of desperation, you had pushed your car all the way to the auto repair shop. It was raining then and you were drenched, and it took everything in sevika not to appraise you and your body that was dripping head to toe in rain – your sheer white top not being able to hide your lace bra from underneath.

it was almost closing time when you walked in and everybody else was preparing to leave, but sevika didn’t mind and said she could fix your tire up for you so you could get home safely. 

it was a 30 minute job at best, but somehow both of you stayed in the shop until midnight just talking about almost everything – about sevika’s shop, your own work, how you also needed to change your oil and that sevika wouldn’t mind changing it for you for free – under one condition, which was that you go on a date with her. It was a silly joke made in the heat of the moment and one that sevika instantly regretted as soon as it left her mouth, but you just laughed and said “sure, as long as you take me to a real nice restaurant.”

that was 6 years ago, now you’re married to sevika, moved in with her and have settled into a rhythm so easy and comfortable that you wonder how you were able to go on with your life being deprived of this before – of a life without sevika.

sevika could say the same as well. from feeling like she was never going to find anyone who’d accept her for who she is, to now being with someone who loves her like it comes second nature to them, it does feel surreal.

now she comes back home from work every day, tired but happy knowing you’d be at home waiting for her with a fresh meal and a smile on your face. It sounds dramatic, but after growing up with a family that barely even ate together at the same table, it felt uncanny to sevika that she had this. the life she thought she’d only be able to see in the movies – with a job that pays well and a girl who loves her and who she can’t get enough of.

“hi sweetheart,” you greeted sevika the moment she stepped into the threshold of your apartment, her arms still lathered in motor grease while smelling like smoke and leather from head to toe. normally, you’d scold her to go and wash up first before having dinner, but the moment you felt her strong arms wrap around your waist, you were already a puddle in her arms as she placed kisses down the column of your throat.

she hummed into the crook of your neck and smiled, squeezing you tighter “missed you, baby.”

you laughed, turning your head so you could face her “was work tiring today?” 

she shook her head “no, it’s the same as usual. I just hate having to be away from you is all. I wish I could have an excuse to cut down on hours and stay here because having to leave you every morning is the worst.”

you tugged at your bottom lip and bit down, contemplating something inside your head as sevika noticed your silence and pulled you closer “everything okay?”

you just smiled and nodded your head “yeah, it’s nothing. how about you wash up first before we start dinner, hm?”

but the reality was, it wasn’t just nothing, because if sevika constantly yearned to be by your side 24/7, it wasn’t much different for you. more so because you’ve been thinking of one thing and one thing only for the last month or two – and that was starting a family.

the topic was never really brought up seriously except in accidental moments where your friends decided to dump their kids at your front door to babysit.

you could never really get a read on whether or not sevika wanted children too, all you know is that whenever she saw you cradling a baby in your arms or playing with your friends’ toddlers, there was an unreadable expression on her face you couldn’t quite decipher – one she’d hide with a forced grin.

you were scared to bring it up because what if it just falls flat? what if it turns out she actually doesn’t want to have children and you just deluded yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, she’d be on board with it?

It was the only thing going through your mind and sevika could sense it too even during dinner. the way you’d fiddle with your food and stare off into the distance, she knew something was off and she was never one to sweep things under the rug.

“okay, what’s wrong?” she asked in a firm tone, to which only made you blink in confusion as your fork clattered onto your plate.

“huh?”

sevika only looked at you with a deadpan expression before reaching out to hold your hand “you’ve been spaced out since we started eating, and for the past couple of weeks now too. I didn’t want to think anything of it at first but now you’re just worrying me. you know you can talk to me about anything right?”

you nibbled on the inside of your cheek and looked down on your lap, pondering whether to come clean or just set aside your feelings like you always do. but this was sevika, she’d rather pester you about it every single day than ignore a problem and not talk about it.

you shook your head, not wanting to make it seem like it’s a big deal “It’s nothing, it’s so silly but…”

she looked at you with encouraging eyes.

you gulped, holding her hand tighter “I know you said you wanted an excuse to cut down on hours at work to spend more time with me, and it got me thinking, what if… we finally start trying out for a family?”

the room fell silent as sevika processed your question, the gears in her head turning and for a moment, you regretted even bringing the idea up. 

but sevika was quick to notice the dread on your face “nevermind,” you laughed nervously, waving her off “it’s a stupid idea and I just thought–“

“what? no.” she reached out to you one more time and held your hand in hers so tight, it was like she was scared you’d slip away from her  “baby, it’s not a stupid idea. I don’t even know why you’d say that it is. I was just caught off guard for a moment but if I’m being honest with you… yeah, I’ve been thinking about it as well. for quite some time now.”

your eyes widened at her confession “really?”

she chuckled softly, nodding “yeah. every time I’d see you with a friend’s kid I just couldn’t help but think to myself how much I wanted to give that to you. but deep down, just being scared to bring it up because… well, you already know how bad it was with my old man. I’m just, well, scared of ending up like him. not being a good parent is all.”

you blinked, not quite believing what just came out of her mouth “sev, that’s never going to happen. you are the furthest thing from your father and you know that. for starters, you actually love and respect your wife which clearly he wasn’t good at–” that earned a huff of laughter from her “and second of all, you have been nothing but attentive and wonderful to me the moment we met, there’s not a doubt in my mind once we have a child you wouldn’t be any different.”

you leaned forward and cupped her scarred cheek in your hand “plus you take such good care of me. you take care of the bills, pay the mortgage, buy me whatever I want without so much as asking why and what for. who else gets to say their partner is as nurturing as you?”

sevika closed her eyes, hearing the sound of your chair scraping against the floor boards as you stood in between her legs and looked down on her as she remained seated on hers – clutching your hips as she pulled you closer.

“you’re so good to me, baby…” you purred, leaning down as your nose brushed against hers, both of your lips touching but not quite “why wouldn’t I want you to put a baby in me? make me a mommy?”

that ignited something in her so quick the sensation practically shot right through her veins like lightning – awakening something primal in her that she couldn’t help but let out a low grumble deep within her chest. gripping you by the waist and into her lap, making you squeal as you laughed.

“eager, are we?”

sevika smirked as she swept your hair away from your neck and placed a tender kiss by the crook of it, making you mewl as she whispered softly in your ear:

“oh sweetheart, you have no idea.”

𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚

the food had never been discarded quicker as sevika hauled you out of the kitchen and upstairs to your bedroom in the speed of light.

her hands pawing at your flimsy, silken night gown as she kissed you sensually down your neck, clawing away at her own clothes as her lips have not once strained away from you.

thoughts of putting a child in your belly plaguing her thoughts as her lust became more insatiable – thinking of filling you to the brim with her cum as she pumped loads and loads of her seed into you that you’d have no choice but to leak some of it out by the end of the night.

the thought excited you too, if not maybe more, as you let sevika manhandle you in whatever way she wanted as she threw you onto the bed. hovering over your disheveled frame as she gazed down on you; your swollen lips, hair laid out messily onto the pillows and the straps of your night gown falling over your shoulders to the point it was almost halfway down your body. she couldn’t help but ogle for a second, thinking how could’ve she gotten so lucky.

she wrapped your legs around her waist and dove down to capture your lips with hers in a searing, hot kiss. her tongue swiping against yours as you let out a soft moan at the taste of her “s-sev…” you huffed out, pulling away for air as sevika proceeded to trail her lips down your chest until she reached down in between your thighs.

making you squirm as sevika looked up at you with a predatory gleam in her eyes “you want me to make you a mommy, baby?”

biting your lower lip, you sheepishly nodded your head as sevika reached forward and roughly grabbed your face in her calloused hand, forcing you to look at her dead in the eye “words. I need words.” she claimed.

you were quick to obey, your voice shaky with obvious excitement “y-yes, please.”

“yes please, what?”

you huffed, shyly averting your gaze “put a baby in me, sevi.”

her smirk was instantaneous, quickly diving down as she tugged at the lace ends of your panties as glistening folds greeted her, making her whistle “damn, and to think we haven’t even started yet, huh?”

you were about to make a snide remark about her smug attitude but all words got swallowed down the moment you felt her warm and wet tongue swipe over your bundle of nerves, making you jump as sevika made out with your cunt in the messiest way possible, letting out a hum as though she was enjoying the finest of meals  while you let out a squeal at the sensation.

“sevi! o-oh my god-”

you clutched the sheets in your hands as she devoured you like her life depended on it, her tongue prodding against your gummy walls as the pad of her fingers found their way to rub rough circles on your clit, making you cry out in as you started to feel your first orgasm slowly creep up on you.

“s-sevi, don’t stop, I’m so close. please don’t-”

the sound of your high pitched whines only got her going some more, the feeling of her cock hardening in the confines of her boxers as she began to hump the bed just to get the littlest bit of relief, looking up as she pulled your nightgown to expose your tits – your chest heaving as she noticed the telltale signs of your pending climax.

“I-I’m so close–sev!”

white, hot blinding pleasure crashed over you as sevika tasted your release on her tongue – letting out a satisfied hum as she pulled away to see the way your hole gaped for her, twitching as if it was begging for more.

she licked her lips and squeezed your thigh, her pupils so dilated they were practically pools of black as you looked down on her, visibly exhausted.

“not done with you just yet, sweetheart. remember how I still have to put a baby in you?” she reminded, making your heart pound.

𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚

the night dragged on in ways where you weren’t even aware of the time anymore.

as the only thing your senses were filled with were sevika’s touch, scent and sounds – the way she grunted as she pounded mercilessly into your squelching cunt, your back against the mattress while she had your legs bent and almost pressing to each side of your head like ear muffs. 

the bulbous tip of her cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, causing your eyes to roll at the back of your head because it was just too much. you were drowning in so much pleasure you couldn’t even think straight anymore.

meanwhile, sevika looked at you with that self-satisfied look on her face, watching the way your tits bounced as her large shaft slipped in and out of you – the abundance of slick pouring out of you as she couldn’t stop the broken moans that came out of her at the way you squeezed her tight, milking her for all that she’s got as a white ring formed at the base of her pulsating cock.

“s-sev, fuck baby, I-I can’t…” you pleaded, feeling your sixth? seventh? orgasm of the night looming close as beads of sweat slid down your forehead.

she shook her head, pounding into you even harder as you let out a shriek “I don’t think so, baby. not until I’m done and filled you up. you want a baby so fucking bad, remember? well, I’m giving you one if it’s the last thing I know.”

her determination and overall stamina was honestly quite impressive if it wasn’t going to be the cause of your impending death – clawing at her back to make that known which only served to motivate her more. 

the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filling up the room – schuck! schuck! schuck! – as she drove into you like she had something to prove, as if she wanted to get you pregnant and in labor all in the same night. how she was going to achieve that, you don’t know, but you wouldn’t be surprised if she actually succeeded.

“fuck honey, you feel so fucking good. tightening around my cock so fucking well, it’s like your slutty little pussy was made for me, huh?” you felt her flesh hand circle around your throat as your breath hitched.

her voice dipping into a low growl as her pace quickened “say it, say this pussy’s mine. say you’re gonna carry my fucking kid, this one and the one after that. gonna have this whole house littered with them. come on.”

the thought of sevika impregnating you multiple times was already enough to get you lightheaded along with the grip she had on your wind pipe – not too tight but just enough to blur the lines between pleasure and reality. 

“f-fuck, it’s yours, sev.” you cried out, tears spilling at the corners of your eyes as overstimulation started to consume you “I’m yours. put a baby in me, make me a mommy, p-please.”

that was enough to break any self-restraint sevika had left, driving herself into you so hard that the bed began to creak, her body breaking into a full-blown shudder as she came into you – so much that you couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling of being stuffed so full that it pushed you to your own orgasm.

everything was so wet and slippery as sevika pulled out, vigorously tugging at her cock as she shot her load onto your fluttering folds. It was almost degrading, being treated like a vessel for her cum even though she looked at you like you hung the moon.

breathing heavily as she leaned down and kissed you, humming contentedly as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear “was that good?” she asked, her tone soft.

you couldn’t help but smile before breaking into a fit of giggles “good? I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up 8 months pregnant tomorrow. you fucked the shit out of me, sev.”

she grinned, laughing along with you as she held you close “well, even if we don’t get it the first time we can just keep trying, again and again until… we do.”

you hummed, the idea already making your stomach flutter “sounds like a plan to me.”