Hey! I Was Wondering If You Could Write Something About (y/n) Being Slightly Stronger Than The Average

i know heaven's a thing, i go there when you touch me (sevika, 18+)

Summary: sevika lets you touch her all over. heavy fluff, light smut, 18+ readers only please!

Word Count: 705

Pairing: sevika x gn reader

Tags: fluff, smut, touching, caressing, kissing, fluff, smut

It was a particularly relaxing summer evening that day. Sevika decided to crack open Silco’s window so the occasional warm breeze could waft through. Sometimes, if you were extra quiet, you could hear the firelights chirping in the distance.

You and Sevika were cuddled up together on Silco’s plush, velvety couch. You rested your head in her lap, your hand intertwining with hers. You were both a little bit tipsy. Sevika had a long day at work, and you dropped by to visit her. Silco had a spare bottle of whiskey that he forgot to stow away and now here you two were.

You were giggling uncontrollably, reaching up to play with Sevika’s hair. She would prevent you from doing this by grabbing your wrist, and then kissing all over your face.

“Hey, you..” you muttered drunkenly, gently stroking the side of her face.

“What is it?” she asked, returning the favor by rubbing teasing circles all over your neck.

“I wanna touch you..” you murmured softly, slurring your words every now and then.

“You already are, stupid,” she replied, gazing down upon you lovingly.

“I mean all over,” you emphasized, slowly sitting up, sliding into her lap. “Like.. everywhere.”

Sevika raised her eyebrow, a bit suspicious about what you were up to exactly.

But she would bite.

“Be my guest, then,” she said, laying back into the sofa, giving you free reign over her body.

You straddled her thighs with your own legs so you positioned yourself over her.

Carefully, you placed your hand on top of her muscled arm, running your fingertips all the way up and down her dark brown skin.

You rested it over her bulging bicep, gently squeezing it even though it was rock hard.

She smirked, thinking to herself about how adorable you looked as you explored her.

You surprised her when you lifted up her arm, giving her soft kisses all over her forearm and bicep.

“Baby.. what are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate you..” your voice was barely above a whisper. “I want you to know how much I love.. How strong you are. Both inside and out.”

Sevika didn’t hesitate to reach up and cup your face, slipping her tongue between your lips. You reciprocated immediately, wrapping your arms around her neck and arching your body into hers.

You eventually paused the kissing to run your hand over the top of her mechanical shoulder. Your fingers danced over the rough, metallic surface. Her cloudy eyes never left you as you did this.

“I love this part of you too..” you said, smiling to yourself. “Even though you weren’t born with it.. It’s part of who you are now.”

She watched as you reached the side of her face with lines of purple veins. Remnants of the effects of Shimmer. You kissed over that part of her skin too.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, running your fingers through her smooth, brunette hair. “When you.. take in the Shimmer.”

“No,” she replied. “Sometimes it feels like.. Like I can do anything. Like nothing can stop me.”

You continued down her prosthetic arm, until you rested on top of her mechanical hand.

“Can you feel it when I touch this part?” you asked, gently rubbing it with your thumb.

“Only a little,” Sevika answered. “It’s very faint but..”

She reached up to tilt your chin up with her metallic finger, then proceeded to cup the side of your face.

“I can feel some things better than others..” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss you once more.

You gasped in surprise when she scooped you up from under your thighs, pushing you up against the wall as she made out with you even harder than she was before.

“S-Sevika!” you stammered, blushing as her lips trailed over your cheek and jaw to start nibbling all over the most sensitive part of your neck.

“Two can play this game, Y/N..” Sevika smirked, as she continued to leave hickeys all over your skin.

You chuckled a bit at her playful jab, simply allowing yourself to relish in the moment at this point.

One sweet, perfect moment of pure physicality and absolutely nothing else.

Dibujito de Luisa💖

Some of my moves… are also hers.

🧎‍♀️💕💕💕

I imagine touching myself in front of a tied up Sevika.

Nsfw 18+ minors don't interact

Tw: Shibari, rope, nsfw, no reader genitals mentioned, mirror sex, Brat Sevika, Punishment sorta, Dom/sub, gn!reader

Notes: honestly I have nothing to say for myself this time, I just wanna fuck Sevika rn okay

Words: 1000+

She hated it, being so out of control. Tied up at your mercy, she hated feeling powerless. Yet it was so exciting, knowing you, the gorgeous person she dedicated everything could for, able to do whatever you pleased to her.

You thought maroon would be her color the one that tinted her signature cape. If she gave you a reason why that was "her color" she'd say "the color of blood doll." With a stupid wink like that was the funniest shit. So edgy...

Then you tried gold, and as beautiful as she looked tied up in gold, Royal blue was her color, it brought out the glistening in her scars, the ones that revealed your lovers heart even through her attempts to hide it.

You had her tied up in front of a mirror legs spread and still, no matter if she squirmed or not. You had her entire body on display and how you loved doing this to her, she had to love her body as much as you did. Her hands were tied behind her back, and black strands of hair stuck to her sweat slicked skin.

You always took your time, as much as you'd love to tease her you'd always make sure she was thoroughly fucked first. You scanned her body, as you stood behind her in perfect view of the mirror in front of the two of you.

Her shoulders leaned on your shins as she looked up at you from below, blue rope in her mouth the keep her from speaking. Because "how can she be such a dick when she's tied up like a bitch. You'd have to gag her every time, but now you know better you gag her first.

Wide grey eyes watched you from below, your fingers working so slowly messaging every thing as you decided, the way you wanted.

You could hear mumbles coming from the sub at your feet, then whines before she began struggling. You stepped on the rope that held her wrists, which stopped most of the movement she could do to get away.

Sevika grunted, her eyes watching you as you touched yourself for her, showing off, moaning her name you watched her body react in the mirror her thighs trembling. And her pussy clenching in need of your touch.

You moved from behind her to kneel in front of her on the floor. You left a quick kiss on her forehead, then let you lips trail down her scarred cheek. You could feel her chest heaving and her nostrils flaring your hands found their way to every scar you could reach you felt her perfect muscles spasm from ghosting your finger tips across such insecure spots.

Whimpers fell from her throat as your finger traced lower and lower before cupping the curve of her. Massaging her clit lightly with your palm you let your middle finger circle around her entrance a sharp gasp escaped her as she tried her best to keep herself up with her hands tied.

"I'd love to see your buddies reaction if they ever found out what a fucking slut you are Sev" you smiled licking your lips looking down at her.

She mumbled something that you recognized so clearly, coming from her mouth. Her defiant "fuck you" as if to instigate you or something.

"you're so cute, now you have to watch me cum instead"

She began to argue through the rope when you sat Infront of her began to fuck yourself right in front of her. She keeps thinking misbehaving is gonna get her what she wants. It's cute.

Best friend’s sister

@whenyouhaveanobsession

There are some truths of the universe that must be observed. One of them being thou shalt not date thy best friend’s sibling. Even if she is your age. And super cute. With massive doe eyes. And the kindest smile. And she’s always staring.

“Y/n” Isa interrupted.

“Hmm?”

“Your move.” She said, indicating the chess board. You took a small sip of your tea and moved a pawn. She examined your move.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” She asked, knocking out the pawn and a knight.

“Oh, things, and stuff.” You said. You moved a rook toward the center of the board.

“Like?” She moved a bishop. “Check.” You winced and moved your king clear.

“The usual.” You deflected.

“Ah, Luisa then.” One of her knights took your Queen. “Check.”

“What?!” You had thought you weren’t that obvious. You moved your king again.

“The staring is getting a bit obvious.” She made a decisive move with her wrist. “Check mate.” Your king fell to the board with a small clatter.

“Look, Isa, I don’t want to make things weird between us, so I wasn’t going to-“

“Same age, mutually attracted, she could do worse. What’s the problem?” Isa said, setting the pieces back up.

“If we were to not work out, not only would I lose her, I would lose my best friend.”

“And this is why you keep loosing at chess. You don’t take risks.” You shook your head slightly.

“Am I to take this as you giving your blessing then?” You asked, wanting it to be 100 percent clear before you took the plunge.

“Obviously.” She said. “She was supposed to be fixing a wall in the church.” Isa added, indicating with her eyes to the door. You sighed and stood up. “Don’t come back until you’ve asked her.” She called after you.

You made your way to the church, and felt a pang of disappointment at the lack of work being done.

“That would be just about right if I managed to miss her.” You mumbled.

“Miss who?” A familiar voice asked.

“Ah, Luisa, you’re just the Madrigal I was looking for.” You said, spinning to face her. She held a boulder in one arm, a broken beam in the other. “Oh, your busy. It can wait.” You added, stepping out of her way.

“Actually, I’m just going to the edge of town, if you’d like to come with. It’s not like I’m in a rush or anything.” She said, a slight blush starting to appear on her cheeks.

“If you don’t mind.” You agreed. Luisa walked a little slower than normal so that you didn’t have to run to keep up.

“I, uh, thought you were hanging out with my sister today.” She said, trying to make conversation.

“I was, but she sent me here to talk to you.”

“Oh? What about?”

“Well, your crush on me isn’t exactly subtle.” You said calmly. She flinched slightly.

“I, uh, yeah about that. I wasn’t planning on bothering you about that, I know you and Isa are close and that would just make it weird.” She put the boulder and beam down on the garbage heap.

“That’s what I said. But she informed I wasn’t allowed to spend anymore time with her until I had asked you out.”

“Yeah, so sor- wait what?” Luisa did a double take. You smiled gently at her.

“Will you go on a date with me?” You asked more clearly. Luisa’s eyes widened and she slowly began to grin.

“Yeah, I mean, yes! I’d love you. Love to! Love to!” You smiled and stepped closer.

“I’ve been a little curious about something.” You leaned forward.

“What?” She asked, looking at your face, her breathing a little fast.

“I’d like to kiss you.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she leaned down. You shared breath for just a moment before your lips brushed hers.

“Wow.” She breathed when you pulled away. You smiled and offered her your hand.

“Walk me back?” You requested.

“Sure.”

• Taking Care of Injured Sevika •

It's like pulling teeth.

Sevika is kind of an asshole whenever she's wounded, to be honest.

Like, you're not just fighting her stubbornness here, you're also battling her ego, too.

She will downplay any injury she obtains even if it's her literal metal prosthetic torn straight off.

Even if said prosthetic is just a hunk of steel scrap on the ground now and her stub is oozing pink Shimmer everywhere.

Sevika's first instinct will be to practically throw you off of her when you rush to her aid.

She will be gruff, crude and absolutely boorish.

She will tell you that she is fine and to stop being so damn dramatic.

She will bark at you to fetch her a strong drink while she collapses down onto your shared apartments couch and lights up a cigarette.

To say Sevika is an unruly patient is an egregious understatement.

Plus, the woman is built like a brick wall so it's not like you can force her to do anything she doesn't want to do, even if it's for her own benefit.

At times it seems like she'd much rather bleed out and die than let you tend to her.

The only time Sevika even half listens to you is through bribery.

If you offer something she wants than maybe, maybe she will spend the day in bed resting or actually let you change her bandages or take the medicine you prescribe her.

There are only two sure fire ways to motivate her into doing what you say.

You either tell her that you will give her a nice, rare vintage bottle of alcohol or that you'll let her do anything she wants to you in the bedroom once she recovers.

Summed up nicely, Sevika's passions are fighting, which is why she's injured in the first place, a nice bottle of aged whiskey or scotch and you naked in bed.

It's not like you mind spending money on a nice vintage for your girlfriend and you mind even less being completely at the sexy, buff lady's mercy but still...

The fact that you have to resort to buying her off in some way just to get her to heal properly is ridiculous.

Whenever you try to disinfect a flesh wound she hisses from the sting and makes it seem like a personal attack to her.

The gray eyed glare she fixes you is murderous to say the least and it's a good thing she can't kill with just a look, otherwise you'd be dead.

And, don't even get me started on how grumpy Sevika is in the days that follow.

When she has visible bandages wrapped around her like a mummy, when her damaged metal prosthetic is in a sling, waiting for a mechanic to come and fix it. (It being too wrecked for her to make her own repairs)

You've theorized that Sevika's aversion to being seen injured has to do with her ego as well and that she doesn't want others, especially Silco and his underlings to see her as "weak".

She has a reputation to maintain after all as being the scariest lady in the Undercity.

So when she does get hurt she feels like her whole position may be threatened and the bruise to her self esteem is way worse than whatever bodily injury she did receive.

Never mind the fact that 9 out of 10 times it's her opponent who she fought that has to spend months in the hospital recovering from the damage she caused.

You try to be gentle and understanding of her pride since you know how challenging it can be maintaining her "not to be messed with", dangerous infamy.

The Undercity is a dog eat dog world after all, especially when working for Silco.

You have to conjure up the patience of a saint whenever she's injured.

You have to be on your best behavior because these are sensitive times and she tends to snap and growl.

You will have to stand your ground as well despite being a mere mouse up against a lion.

But seriously, "If she doesn't allow for the cut to be properly cleaned it will get infected!"

Rationally you know that your girlfriend would never hurt you but it is no trifling matter having to assert yourself against the beautiful giant.

When Sevika is in pain and injured her temperance becomes akin to a bear just awoken from hibernation.

Once you knocked a carafe of booze right out of her hand when she had been adamantly refusing to let you attend to her for going on hours.

Her blood was everywhere around your shared apartment and she needed to be properly cleaned.

As the alcohol splashed across the whole room and shattered glass made it's own mosaic onto the floor the look the enforcer of Zaun had given you made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

Though despite her bone chilling glare it was quickly replaced with a smug, almost proud smirk.

That night only resulted in her yanking you towards her by the flesh of your hips and having her way with you.

It is very challenging to get Sevika to focus on the task at hand, which is tending to the wounds and allowing for them to heal.

She just wants to smoke, drink and have you beneath her.

Though despite her thorny, brutish behavior when hurt she does deep down feel gratitude towards you.

And, it's certainly no turn off for her having you as her nurse.

Sevika just isn't used to someone caring for her and actually wanting to take care of her, okay.

The reason she's such a bitch to you is because you're making her feel all soft and warm inside and she hates it.

Like, no, stop fussing over her and making her feel loved.

But, also don't stop and she secretly appreciates you so much.

Sevika knows she is difficult and chances are she will always be difficult but subtly she does show you how much she loves you.

She is not one to do anything she doesn't want to do, so if she actually hated you taking care of her, you'd be thrown straight through a window.

And, though she argues against your ministrations to the enth degree it's just a small way of maintaining her pride.

In truth Sevika knows what sorry state she'd be in without you to care for her.

And, even more does she know how broken her heart would be if she didn't have your love.

that damned smile

BUT FOR REAL THOUGH LOOK AT HER ADORABLE SMUG LIL FACE SHE IS JUST SO PLEASED WITH HERSELF HUH ADSJLDSAJKLADSJK

how you see sevika’s eyes

You absolutely adore Sevika’s beautiful gray eyes.

They are probably her softest, most delicate feature.

Sometimes, you feel like you could stare into them for hours and hours on end, and get lost in an entire world of possibilities…

At first, they appear like:

Freshly polished metallic gemstones,

Marble statues that stood lonesomely in the shadows of an abandoned museum,

They may seem icy, standoffish, even fortified to a naive beholder.

But to you, they offered a place of rest and solace. 

A pool you could jump into and resurface having lived a million different lives:

Peering through a window to view a stormy, cloudy day that cries into the depths of an equally moody sea all from the comfort of a candlelit lighthouse, 

A silent, winter forest in the dead of night that you trudged through in order to return to your cottage home.

There were moments where you wished you could lose yourself in her eyes forevermore.

My primo Camilo won’t stop until he makes you smile today.

ENCANTO (2021) dir. Jared Bush, Byron Howard & Castro Smith