Princess & Knight Melvika 🥺

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

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EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

"I won't fail. I swear it."

Hexcorized Jayce Talis

Steb - Killing is a Cycle

Just Stay…

Gf!Sevika x Black!Femme Reader minors and men do not interact or else i will kick your butt!

Synopsis: Sevika is hellbent on getting you to stay in bed with. She will do anything to try to make that happen.

CW: NSFW, tribbing, kissing, fingering and pussy rubbing.

As the morning sun started to rise through sheer curtains and kissed your skin, you lay there without a stir. Your body is sore, tired, and too preoccupied being acquainted with the satin sheets of Sevikas bed. Your bonnet was barely hanging in there, slipping slightly off the back of your head.

The bed shifted slightly and all you could feel was the side you were laying on sinking dipping with heavier weight. Sevika reached and pulled your bonnet up back to its rightful place. Her arm curled around your center and her mouth and nose pressed against the bare skin of your neck. A kiss ghosted the warmth of your skin softly.

“Stay…” her voice vibrated slightly against your skin, deep with the remainder of sleep that was in her body.

You stirred just barely and cracked open heavy lids. You felt another kiss move to your shoulder. “Mm- what time is it?” You knew you had to get back to your place, work didn’t stop for anyone. You really hadn’t even intended on staying the night. But, after a few drinks and a lovely cooked dinner by your dear girlfriend, the two of you ended up drunk in bed again. You were meaning to scold her for how much she let you drink, knowing you had work.

“Doesn’t matter.” Sevika reached for your hand that went to grab at your phone. “Just stay.” She said as she tucked your hand back under the covers. Her hand was free once again to pull you closer.

“I can’t stay, I have work today.” You said with what was supposed to be a stern voice but came out groggy and passive. “And you-“ you pointed your finger aimlessly in the direction behind you. “You knew that.”

“I did?” She feigned knowledge. “Call out..” Sevika began to trail soft kisses down the back of your neck, down the side, to the curve of your shoulder, and towards your arm. “Don’t make me beg.”

The sheets ruffled and you couldn’t help but let soft laugh escaped your body as Sevika moved you onto your back. Her body weighed you down, comfortably so, as she moved to lay on top of you. She was like a big teddy bear, a big muscular teddy bear. You rubbed her back gently and smiled as she clung to you like a needy cat.

“Sev, I can’t stay here all day.” She reminded her.

“You can.” You could feel her chuckle and move to kiss your neck again. “Don’t you have a hangover?”

“No, unlike you I actually drink water in between my shots…”

Sevika groaned and tucked her face back under your chin. “My baby is so responsible.” She closed her eyes and breathed you in. “You smell so good, please don’t leave. I need you to stay in these sheets forever.”

A warmth made itself apparent under your cheeks as you tried to stifle a smile. You wished she’d stay this way all the time, but the mornings were always her most vulnerable moments. You laid there quietly as she rubbed her arm against your side. Every now and then you’d go to reach for your phone and she’d swat at your hand gently.

“I’m starting to think you don’t appreciate my warmth, darling.” Sevika scoffed.

You rolled your eyes and sevika looked up at you.

“I love your warmth, but a woman has to work.”

Sevika continued her task of kissing you into staying with her all day. This time she started to suckle on the skin of your neck, nothing to make an actual mark but enough to make you moan softly every now and then. They were warm and precise. Your other hand that wasn’t stroking her arm had been locking in the gentle repetition of playing with Sevikas hair. It started to slip from the back of her hair to her shoulder. A soft sigh of relaxation left your full lips. Sevika gave a knowing chuckle as she continued to kiss lower. “Stay with me today…okay?”

You bit your bottom lip as the older one continued her burning kisses. The trail lead from between your bosom, down your tummy, towards the edge of your panties.

“Sev we can’t-“ you started but were soon cut off by the feeling of her teeth nipping at the skin of your tummy. “Hey!”

Sevika groaned and looked up at you from just under the covers. “I didn’t even bite that hard. You want it harder? Would that wake you up?” She threatened playfully before dipping back down.

You watched as she ducked under the covers. You could no longer see her but you could feel the wet warmth of her mouth as it pressed against your thin panties. You immediately shuddered and closed your legs. She took her arm and pried those pretty brown legs apart swiftly. “Fuck…you smell so good.” She nearly growled against the plush outline of your pussy in your panties. You could feel her nose press against the crack of them, inhaling your scent desperately.

“Mm…” you whimpered softly. “Stop talking like that..”

“Like what? I’m being honest…” her voice carried from under the blanket. After a beat her mouth made contact over the fabric of your soft mound.

“Ah~!” You moan out, your voice sweet like honey. “Ah…Sev I have to go-“ you shudder as Sevika moves to tear at your panties. “Oh you better not” you scolded as you lift the covers to see Sevika with part of your panties in her mouth and the other being tugged on by her one hand.

“Oh come on…” she purred and started to tear the fabric. You bristled and contemplated crunching her pretty little head between your thighs, but you knew she’d enjoy that end too much. Sevika completely ripped the fabric like a feral critter. The ripping sound of your panties should’ve pissed you off more but it only turned you on more. You attempted to scoot back from her to tease but she grabbed your leg.

“No you don’t…you’re mine.” Sevika said before pulling you back towards her and running her tongue over your soft folds. Before you could (weakly) protest, she was licking you slowly. Her hot tongue parted ebony waves as her name filled the air like a prayer. Your back arched slightly off the bed and your hand reached down once more to run your fingers through her locks.

“Oh god-“ you gasped and felt your insides do a flip as her mouth firmly planted itself around your throbbing bud. You let out a moan that would soon sweeten the prize for Sevika as she continued to delve and devour into you. Her large hand grabbed your thigh and pushed it back further, allowing more of you to be available for her.

You lifted your head off the pillow to watch. You didn’t even noticed your bonnet slipping off again, not that you’d really care at this point. You can’t help it, sleep swiftly leaving your body as the way she touches you makes you burst like a supernova. You coo out her name and it causes her to look up with those soft cool grey eyes. Her brows furrowed like a puppy begging for something from its owner. And she was begging. Begging for you to say her name like that, to coo at her your silky soft praises.

Her fingers slipped between quivering thighs and delicate dew slicked folds. The index and middle teased at your entrance in slow calculated moments. Pressing into you ever so slightly and immediately out. In, out, in, out. She was teasing at your needy entrance. You whined out her name again and let your head fall back against the pillow. Sevika panted against your soft mound as a thick string of drool trailed from it to her bottom lip.

The sweet nectar of your pussy was enough to make her drunk. Her fingers finally pushed into you, and you accepted them like a lovely gift. You reached for sevika as she pumped into you intensely but yet full of passion and attentiveness . Soft squelches and feminine whimpers filled the room, with the occasional thick groans from sevika. You managed to keep her up right as your hand gripped onto her side. She made her way up to your face once more.

“Fuck I love you…” she whined against your neck. “You’re so beautiful, so…fucking…beautiful-“ the bed creaked as she thrust against her own hand in easy syncopation. “Mine…your mine, tell me.”

“I’m yours! I’ll always be yours, oh my god!” You moaned out as Sevika started to pump fast. “That feels so good, you’re stretching me…” you nearly cried out in pleasure. Her fingers always filled you up, pressed into your most sensitive parts.

Your whole body was hot, burning even. The weight of her rested upon you as her thrusts moved your legs apart. You cupped at the back of her neck before you started to kiss at her plush lips. It was sensual and passionate the way you two kissed. Sevika always kissed you like she didn’t know how to control herself. Slow at first, both of your lips layering over one another perfectly. But soon she’d lose herself, her kissing became desperate to taste you. Her larger tongue skillfully slide with yours, taking space in your mouth. A moan erupted into the kiss once again.

“Sev please” you cooed as she thrust her fingers a bit quicker. Your hips move with her motions as well. “Sevika that feels so good you’re gonna make me come!” you managed to eek out in between paused moans and breathless gasps.

“Yeah? I can feel that you’re squeezing my fingers. Maybe if I press…here?” She curled those fingers up against that swollen little gland inside of you.

Immediately your shriek in pleasure and Sevika grins. It encouraged her to keep going, to drive her fingers into you like there was truly no day to be had. You gripped at her shoulder tightly as your thighs begged to close. Oh you are so close aren’t you? Sevika hips stuttered a little and her jaw clenched. If you weren’t so bleary you would’ve noticed how Sevika was grinding against you with every thrust of her hand, mimicking her truly being inside you. Her clit bumping against the fabric of her briefs with just enough stimuli to make her drip with arousal.

“I can’t wait. I need to feel you.” Sevika said roughly as she pushed the sheets off and climbed off the bed to tug off her underwear. .

You bit your lip as you watched her move with such urgency. Your body vibrated with excitement as you watched her climb back in bed and position herself between your legs. You couldn’t help but marvel as her body, her tight muscular waist, the small lines of veins that trailed down towards her beautiful happy trail. And her clit that poked out just a little more than yours. Sevika used your leg as an anchor to balance herself perfectly against your clit. Immediately she let out a moan as your hot centers kissed so perfectly. Your hand reached to grab her waist.

“You feel so perfect on me, Sev.” She looked up at her and encouraged her to start moving. The friction between the two of you came with ease. With every slow stroke, the way back caused both of your clits to rub together. You could see the way Sevikas abs flexed as she let out another heavy groan.

Her eyes laser focused on the way your lips parted to moan her name. The way your breath caught in your throat. How your breasts bounced slightly with every grind of her pelvis. You and her slipped against eachother lewdly. The bed creaked more and more the faster Sevika grind against you. She kissed your leg and calve as you dug your nails into her side.

“Mmm you gonna come baby? Yeah?” She chuckled as she watched your head lull to the side and your leg shake in her grasp. “Fuck you’re turning me on so much, pretty girl.”

“Yes! Please I’m so close!” Your body writhed under hers as she pressed into you more.

Her breath puffed against the skin of your calve as the two of you synced up. The two of you moaned together as the tension built up tension. “C’mon baby, give it to me…give it to me.” Sevika spoke to you with a sweet coaxing. That was all it took, your grip on her hip tightened and your hips bucked with Sevikas. A moan spilt from your lips and your hips rolled as your finished with your girlfriend. She was still riding out her orgasm with yours. Her hips slowed down eventually, every now and then there was a shudder. With heavy breath Sevika nearly collapsed on you.

She lifted her leg from yours and laid down beside you, her arm draped over your side. She had this satisfied/smug look on her face as she kissed your cheek. You turned to face her, still breathless. Sevika captured your lips in a soft and slow kiss. Your face blushed slightly when you tasted yourself on her lips. “Mmm, are you too tired to leave now?” She said as she nuzzled your neck.

“Mm, you’re so annoying..” you whined softly as she squeezed you tightly with her arm. “Are you happy now? I’m gonna be late..” but there was no anger in your words.

“I told you to call out.” Sevika replied as she leaned in for another kiss.

“Ah ah- that’s done.” You sat up and covered Sevikas mouth with your hand delicately. Her eyes darted up to yours and she held your wrist gently. She kissed your palm in slight apology. Your heart skipped a beat whenever she did little things like that. “I have to get to work, Sev. I’m serious.”

Sevika let your hand slip from hers and watched as you scooted out of her bed. Immediately she followed after you. Her gaze traced over your form, the morning sun warming the beautiful undertones of your brown skin. “There’s spare panties for you in the top drawer…” she said shyly as she grabbed the torn fabric from the spot where you previously laid.

“And don’t think I’m letting you slide after doing that.” You shot her a look before digging in the drawer.

Sevika got out of bed and swiftly tossed on some bottoms just so she could quickly help you get out the house. She helped you gather your bag and shoes. That’s one thing she enjoyed doing, being there for you — even if she was the reason you were going to be late. Sevika grabbed your slip dress and helped you get into it. When she pulled it over your shoulder and your faces met she kissed you on the nose.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

After a few moments you made your way downstairs where Sevika was waiting patiently. In her hand was a tumbler of coffee and a breakfast sandwich she made wrapped in tinfoil. She smiled to yourself as you approached her at the bottom of the stairs. Sevika had that soft but proud look on her face as she handed the two things off to you.

“Sorry, for making you late. I just hate to see you leave.” She said softly as she leaned down to kiss you once more. She stood straight once more and opened the door. You took a step towards the threshold.

“Thanks baby, for the coffee and sandwich.” You turned to head out and Sevika called your name one more time. You laughed and turned to face her. “What?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Oh you’re funny. In my disheveled clothes? I know you’re in love with me now.” She waved.

“Call me okay? When you get to work. And if your boss bitches at you just tell them you weren’t feeling good!” Sevika called after you. She was leaning against the railing of her porch now. She truly always had to have the last word as she watched you leave. It was bittersweet but she’d see you again.

“Alright alright!” She laughed again before getting into your car and pulling out of the driveway.

Sevika waved as you disappeared down the street.

It didn’t take that long for her to call you however. You clicked the button on the touchscreen of your car and answered.

“Hello?”

“I love you.” Sevika said to you tenderly.

You smiled. “I love you too.”

“You know you can always still call out and..”

“Yeah, no. Bye Sev.” you chimed before hanging up.

a/n - yipee I finally posted something !! and the crowd goes…wild hopefully! I hope people enjoyed this, please like/reblog if you so choose. I have like 30 fics that I’m working on but would also be open to suggestions

divider by @/steviebbboi

a musebymidnite creation

─── put it straight

content warnings: heavy angst, substance abuse (shimmer), violence, brief suggestive descriptions - read at your own discretion

summary: you break up with sevika. she falls apart.

wc: 1.7k

"i don't think love can change, how could all that passion change? you must be lying, but if you're not tell me you don't love me now if you leave me, i'll end up like this could you still leave me, even if i end up like this?" — (G)I-DLE. “Put It Straight (Nightmare Ver)"

Sevika tells herself she doesn’t need you. And if she ever did, she never will again. 

Forget everything. She’s good at forgetting. Since a tender age she’s become an expert at burying unwanted memories in the bottom of a bottle. 

Seven days since you left. Seven things to forget. 

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The first thing is the sound of your voice. 

She hears it everywhere. It's the hardest thing to escape. In crowded marketplaces, on the harbor, in her dreams. 

The last thing you said to her before you walked out the door. The words like stones sinking into water, disappearing into the murky depths, never to be retrieved. 

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t save you from yourself.”

When Sevika heard this, she had only laughed. What was it supposed to mean? Who said she needed to be saved? 

You were the one who didn’t understand. 

Your anger. The fear in your eyes whenever she stumbled home with the pink blaze in her pupils. She didn’t get it. She didn’t get the way your voice grew tight, the way your hands shook as you bandaged her injuries, wiped the blood from her face. 

If you were afraid of her, it would have been different. But it wasn’t that. You were afraid for her. 

She can’t eat, the food sticks in her throat. She can’t sleep, you return to her mercilessly, and sometimes you’re angry at her the way you were when you left, sometimes she wakes up with the ghost sting of your palm against her cheek or the sound of your voice still ringing in her ears. 

You said, “I can’t save you from yourself.”

In her dreams the words change. Now you’re laughing at her, hysterically, feverishly. 

You’re saying, “I don’t love you. I never loved you. I should’ve seen this coming.” 

She wants to tell you not to leave. Over and over again she watches you walk out the door, but she can’t say a word. Not a single fucking word. 

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The second thing is your touch. 

The way your tongue felt between her legs, the way you dug your nails into the muscles of her thighs as she ground herself against your open mouth, making sounds that she would have been ashamed to hear from herself if she weren’t so far gone. 

The way you kissed her, clung to her like she would save you. The way you wrapped your legs around her waist and planted kisses along the scars on her body, the way you whispered of her beauty into her skin, making her shiver. 

The tender way you held her at night, the way she lay her head in the pillow of your lap and let her eyes close as you stroked her hair. 

The feeling of your grip on her arm when you walked through the streets to keep up with her long strides. As if you needed her. As if you couldn’t stand to let her go. 

Sevika doesn’t look for it anywhere else. She doesn’t go anywhere near Babette’s. She can’t. Every face is loathsome because it isn’t yours. The very thought of another woman on her skin makes her nerves burn. 

She wants you, damn it, she misses the warmth of your back against her stomach when you were curled up against her. 

The silence of an empty apartment, the chill of an empty bed, is there anything worse than that? 

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The third thing is the rain. 

It was pouring in torrents the first night she had to sleep without you. The wind howled between the buildings and the thunder roared with a vengeance above the silent neon city. 

Sevika listened to the sheets of rain hurling against the grimy glass of the windows and wondered where you were sleeping. If you were thinking about her at all. If you had been caught in the rain, or if you were safe somewhere warm and dry. 

She tried not to think about the way you’d towel her hair dry if she was caught in a storm on the way home, saying sweet nothings, nagging that she’d catch her death even though both of you knew Sevika does not get sick. The laughs you shared as you ran the hot baths for her after a grueling day of shipments and warehouse checks for Silco. 

You would say with a smile, “Where would you be without me? Hmm?” 

Sevika doesn’t know. She genuinely doesn’t know. 

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The fourth thing is Shimmer. 

Before she met you, Shimmer meant nothing more to her than a necessity, a tool. Rip it through her bloodstream, make everything more efficient. 

When you were with her, it was the subject of every fight—she couldn’t understand why you were so hellbent on keeping her from using it, why you pleaded with her time and time again not to use it, why you insisted that anyone else could fuck themselves over with Shimmer for all you cared, just as long as it wasn’t her. 

“It’s killing you,” you would say. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I’ve got.”

After you leave, it becomes a lifeline. She keeps the capsules in a belt slung over her shoulder. Takes them with complete abandon. Three at a time in every fight just to feel like she was somebody, just to feel invincible the way she had before you came along and unravelled her, made her fall to pieces, then left the fragments on the floor. 

When she fights on Shimmer, she can leave herself for a little while. Never mind the comedown. Blood, everything is drenched in blood now. Blood on her hands, blood under her nails, blood staining her clothes, the tang of it in her mouth, the vivid blaze of it in her eyes, roaring in her ears. 

She becomes the monster you told her she was not. 

Without you, there is nothing to keep her human. Nothing tying the fragile organ of her heart to something real.  

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The fifth thing is pain. 

Maybe she’d gotten used to having you patch her up. Maybe she’d grown to take it for granted that there’d be someone to look after her when she stumbled in bloody and broken, head reeling with the comedown from Shimmer. Someone to force her to slow down. 

Now as she leans against the wall in the darkness of an alley, breathing through broken ribs, as she fumbles for the syringe of Shimmer that will mend the bones even as it poisons her blood, she tries not to think of you. She tries not to think of what you’d say, how you’d look at her. 

You were so kind. You were so kind to her. 

No one will ever care about her like that again. 

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The sixth thing is the loneliness. 

It doesn’t hit her as hard during the day, when she’s on her feet from the crack of dawn to nightfall, running jobs for Silco and keeping the goons at the harbor in check. 

Only when she finds herself on the floor of the apartment surrounded by empty bottles and hollow Shimmer capsules, only when she catches glimpses of her reflection, the haggard eyes and unwashed hair, does it sink in that you have left her and she is alone again. 

Have you moved on? Over and over again she wonders. Have you moved on already? Have you forgotten her already? 

Her devotion to you had always frightened her a little. The way you looked at her and seemed to see her. You saw her for who she was, you peeled back the layers of toughened skin until she stood bare and vulnerable before you. You saw beyond her roughness, her silence. You saw her—the cracks in her skin, the broken parts, the ugly parts, the hidden parts. Yet you stayed. 

She had driven you away, and she knows this. Back then it had seemed so easy. She had seen you as a distraction from the cause, she tried to tell herself that it was a good thing you left. 

Why, why, then, does it feel like something vital has been torn out of her insides? 

Why does it feel like something in her snapped when you shut the door behind you, why does it feel like she is constantly bleeding internally? 

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The seventh thing… The seventh thing is you. 

She needs to erase you, wash you away in the cruel waves of time. 

Even if it means leaving it all behind. The soft moments, the tender moments, the moments where she felt, even for a brief while, that she was something worthy of love. 

She works harder than ever. She doesn’t let herself sleep. She doesn’t go near the places she used to go with you—she doesn’t even walk through the Last Drop anymore, because that’s where you met her—she reaches Silco’s office by the back stairs. 

She drinks to forget, until your face begins to blur in her memory like a ruined watercolor portrait. She drinks to swallow the sound of your voice. 

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t save you from yourself. 

DON’T LEAVE. DON’T LEAVE DON’T LEAVE DON’T LEAVE, FOR JANNA’S SAKE DON’T LEAVE. 

She fights to feel something, taking on Silco’s assignments with cold, grim eagerness. The heat of Shimmer rippling in her veins. She becomes something else. Her vision distorts, her throat scraped dry from the yells of rage, her mech arm like a separate creature, insatiable in its bloodlust. 

I can’t save you from yourself.

Who said you had to? Who said who said who said? All you had to do was stay. 

This is all your fault. 

I don’t love you, I never did.

Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave. 

The body falls at her feet. The Shimmer drains from her arm. As it powers down she feels her body crumple. She sees the corpse, she sees the hollow eye of the moon above the buildings, watching her without comment. As she sinks down against the wall, as her consciousness begins to slip from her, she finds herself mumbling your name. 

She can’t forget. She will never forget.

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end note: i swear this was gonna end well but then it turned into a monstrosity of angst.. i'm so sorry. blame (g)i-dle. i've been listening to this song on repeat