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Sevika and You irritating each other

Here are some head canons that didn't make it into that one fic. More people liked it than I thought they would so thank you! I love all of you and your comments make my day <3

Warnings: 18+ probably, JIC

You cannot help yourself when it comes to touching her muscles

You hold her arm for a good few seconds, nervously debating whether the possible repercussions will be worth it. With a sharp, crisp slap that probably stings your hand more than it does her, you chime “this bad boy can fit a lot of muscle-" A heavy swat against your backside has you squealing. “This bad boy can lift you over my knee-" 

Calling her name until she comes to you/ emphasizing different parts of it just because you like saying it

“Sevika!” “Baby?” “Sevika” “What, baby?” “Sevika” She'll finally come to you for you to tell her “I love you”. She'll roll her eyes but hug you, and tells you she’ll give you a real reason to scream her name if you do it again.

Calling her daddy in front of people, you’ll shrink back and giggle nervously at the look she fixes you. If you’re feeling brave and don’t run, you’ll wrap yourself around her arm and play cute in hopes there’ll be no retaliation

She’s soft for you so it’ll probably work

If she ever runs into you literally, on accident or not, you’re going flying. She’ll usually catch you before you hit anything (I.e. the wall/ground) 

She’ll laugh and tease you, is very amused when you try to push her back and she doesn’t move an inch

Maybe takes pity on you and moves slightly but I doubt it

You pepper her face with kisses when you’re laying together, softly at first to avoid suspicion and then you attack, keeping her cheeks cradled in your palm to keep her still, and raining down hard kisses on her nose. She’ll usually know what you’re about to do because she’ll hear you mutter “rapid fire” before your assault

She whines like a fucking child, like you’re embarrassing her in her apartment with no one around

HER BLUSH/pout afterwards is absolutely adorable and don’t be fooled by her disgusted face/noises. She loves it

This bitch will sit on you. Break all of your bones. Not really, but she’ll get you back. Either after when you’re laying in bed or when you’re unsuspecting and sitting on the couch.

If it’s in bed, she’ll promptly roll on top of you and start snoring over your squeals. Lifting her dead weight arms is barely doable so you know you’re screwed with the rest. She’ll pretend to sleep while you giggle and push and slap at her. If you tell her she’s crushing your boobs, she’ll inch down and drop her head against them and that’s the only compromise she’ll make. 

If you’re on the couch, she’ll plop down on you and the air just whooshes out of your lungs. This will actually probably be painful so just tickle her neck and she will fold. Use the advantage to push her off and run quick.

She’s really clever with insults. But I imagine if you startle her enough with your stupid, she’ll be so flabbergasted it’ll take her a while to choke it out.

“Why would you- you goddamn tumbleweed”

Her face will do that thing where her cheeks puff out and her face will form this deep scowl that makes her look so scary it’s funny. 

She’ll be berating you and you’ll be biting your lip to not laugh 

You’ve asked her to crush your head between her thighs. Like full on watermelon-crush. She tells you it would be no trouble because there’s nothing in yours

When she gets home and plops tiredly on the couch, you make a show of fixing her favorite drink, only to sit down next to her and start drinking it. 

“Thanks, hon I really need- you bitch.” 

“That’s so sweet, Sev.”/“Oh, you wanted one?”

This somehow leads to some weird foreplay, either her spitting the alcohol in your mouth or taking body shots

If anyone objectifies her they get punched or brutally insulted, depending on the severity. But when you do it, it’s usually you screaming internally or muttering to yourself about how “it’s not fair” or “how is an ass that sculpted?” 

She notices every time, loves the way you drool and your eyes fog over when she flashes her tits at you. 

If the sight doesn’t render you brain dead, you’ll tease her back with “how unladylike” or “how will you ever find a respectable man when you act like that?” 

Telling her she's unladylike will have her doing the most heinous shit-

“I am a respectable man” swoon

She's your respectable man

You flash her too when she’s at work, doling out orders to her men and then there’s you in the back, lifting your shirt. To your disappointment, she’ll smoothly carry on, but as soon as she’s done you’re being dragged to the back room 

It makes her hot and bothered, of course, but she could be railing you in front of a room and still keep her composure

“Do you ever wish you were tall?”

She’ll body slam you on the sofa every time you ask this 

Also when you call her Tiny, Pipsqueak, Shortstack, Princess (this one makes her blood boil)

She’ll literally hold you by your feet until you apologize

You always tell her how hot it is when she hustles/threatens/intimidates someone on the job

She thinks you’re messing with her when you say you want to role play being her prisoner

But you’re not, god Sevika one chance please-

She whistles to get your attention, like you’re a damn dog. I actually wrote a little smth on this 

A sharp whistle sounded from the doorway behind you, one that indicated Sevika likes what she sees. Her method of communication between her and her men occasionally carried over into your relationship, whether she admitted it or not. Enough to where you had created your own catalog for what they mean in your head. Your favorite was probably the one she used in the bedroom, usually an attention-grabber or a warning if you were being a brat. The one time she subconsciously whistled for your attention outside of the bedroom had you threatening to kick her to the couch for the night (like you could) and she profusely denied her intention of calling you.

“Honey, I was just whistling.”

“Oh? So you didn’t want me to refill your glass you were holding out?”

“It’s… my arm adjustments, babe. I’ve told you this.”

what if the rules were reversed for a second? Holding Sevika tightly against you while she tries to ride your strap??? holding her so she can't move, just sits there squirming, mumbling random words and sentences?? begging for you to let her move?? begging for you to do something?? almost borderline in tears because the pleasure from the strap is making it harder for her to be quiet. Even though you've said to not make a sound while you try to work? aware she would get more punishment for not listening to you? trying her hardest to get some friction with the toy? kissing your neck trying to control herself when all she wants is your attention? Wanting to be quiet and so good for you but also wanting to fucking cum? Yeah, what if right?

"But I've been good, so good⎯ waiting for you⎯ please"

heyyyyyyyyy lol 😭 how yall doing? Good? I'm glad. Not okay? know I love you, you're beautiful, you're amazing and everything will be okay. Hope you're drinking ya water and eating some good food. If you aren't, do it now 👿 💋

guys i just remembered something. for anybody that was reading fics in 2021-2022, do y’all remember that one sevika smut fic that started out like -

reader is at a bar, ordering drink after drink

bartender says something like can you even pay for all this

and reader is all like OFC I CAN WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO S-

bartender: pay for it right now

and reader is like 😳 oh shit i definitely can not pay for this lmaooo

but they act like they’re going to anyway, and then while fake searching they suddenly run out the bar and the bartender yells for sevika, and when sevika catches reader in an alleyway or something there’s really rough smut i think

anybody remember that? i wanna find that again so bad but like, knowing tumblr blog prob long gone 😭 deactivated and everything, or worse, maybe they aren’t deactivated but deleted all their content. there was another sevika smut i found from that same blog around that time that i really liked and it was either the one i described above or the one i can’t really remember but one of them got deleted and i remember for a fact it did because i found a reblogging of it shortly after and i was like “oh wow why did they delete this it’s so good 😯” but the blog wasn’t deactivated…

just reminiscing 😔

can anybody find that one fic where sevika and vi were in the middle of fighting to the death and reader had to pick between the two and whoever the reader chose would kill the other? and there were prompts for both sev and vi? or finds someone who reblogged it? i’ve been looking for like 2 hours and i can’t find it idk if it got deleted or if i’m just blind 😭 i don’t remember the name

YALL JEVER MIND WE GOT IT!!! https://www.tumblr.com/arcanemoxhi/702687918050902016/choose?source=share

i’m not deleting this because god forbid i forget again or someone else wants to find it too but yayyy happy thursday 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Agent’sevika x assassin’reader

( Sevika has been on the hunt for phantom since her first cold case , sadly shes had no luck with that , will the inly way she can capture phantom be thru unsavory ways ?)

Her eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of the elusive figure she'd been tracking for weeks. The assassin known only as "The Phantom" had left a trail of bodies across the city of Zaun, each one with a crimson rose tucked neatly into the lifeless hand. Sevika knew that the rose was not just a taunt, but a signature—a declaration of war on the very fabric of justice she'd sworn to uphold.

Her heart raced as she heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching, muffled by the rain. She dropped her cigarette, the ember sizzling as it hit the puddle at her feet, and reached for her gun. The footsteps grew closer, the tension in the air thickening. And then, like a ghost materializing from the mist, the assassin appeared, clad in black with eyes that gleamed like polished chrome in the neon light.

The reader, an equally skilled assassin, had been watching Sevika from the rooftops above. She'd felt the agent's relentless pursuit, the heat of her determination, and it intrigued her. The Phantom had chosen to confront Sevika in this desolate part of the city, where the cries of the oppressed blended with the whispers of the wind.

As the agent stepped out of the shadows, the rain plastered her short, dark hair to her forehead, beads of water glinting like jewels in the neon glow. The Phantom studied her, noticing the tension in her jaw and the way her hand hovered near her holstered weapon. She knew this wasn't going to be a typical exchange of pleasantries.

"You're the one they call The Phantom," Sevika said, her voice steady despite the rapid thumping of her heart.

The assassin offered a small, enigmatic smile. "And you're Sevika. The dogged agent with a vendetta."

Sevika's hand tightened around her gun. "You're under arrest for the murder of twelve civilians and the attempted murder of Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom's smile grew. "Attempted murder? How disappointing. I guess my reputation precedes me, but not quite accurately."

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "You think this is a joke?"

The Phantom's smile never wavered. "I don't joke about my work, Agent."

Her voice was smooth, almost soothing, which made Sevika's grip on her gun tighten even more. The rain was coming down harder now, painting streaks of red across the assassin's cheeks where the light hit the crimson paint that marked her. Sevika knew she had to act fast—this was her chance to bring The Phantom to justice, to end the reign of fear that had gripped the city.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" Sevika said, her voice a mix of anger and admiration. "But you're just another killer."

The Phantom cocked her head to the side, the rain matting her hair to her skull. "Is that what you believe?"

Sevika stepped forward, the water pooling around her boots. "It's not what I believe—it's what you are."

The Phantom's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "You're wrong, Agent. I am justice, in a city where the only law is survival of the fittest."

Sevika took another step closer, her eyes never leaving the assassin's. "Justice is not a knife in the back or a bullet in the brain. It's served in a courtroom, not a dark alley."

The Phantom chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the alley. "You think you understand the world, don't you, Agent? You're so naive, so...beautifully naive."

Her hand shot out faster than Sevika could react, grabbing the agent's wrist and twisting it upward, forcing Sevika to drop her gun. It clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the symphony of rain and distant sirens. The Phantom stepped closer, her breath warm against Sevika's cheek, their bodies mere inches apart.

"You're not the first to underestimate me," she whispered, her eyes locked with Sevika's. The assassin's touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender. "But you might just be the last."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, and with a quick twist, she broke free from the grip. She lunged for her gun, but the Phantom was already on her, their bodies a whirl of motion in the dim light. Rainwater sprayed up as they grappled, the sound of wet fabric tearing and the smell of ozone from the nearby factories filling the air.

The Phantom's hand was like steel as she caught Sevika's wrist again. But this time, instead of pain, there was a gentle pat on the cheek, so condescending that it was almost affectionate. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of the assassin's confidence—and her contempt for the law that Sevika represented.

"You're a cute one," The Phantom said, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. "But you're not ready to dance with the big girls yet."

The assassin's hand left Sevika's cheek and she took a step back, her movements as fluid as the rain that continued to fall around them. Sevika's eyes never left her as she bent to retrieve her gun, the water making the grip slick in her hand. She raised it, her finger on the trigger, ready to end this encounter once and for all.

But The Phantom was already gone. Vanished into the night as if she'd never been there at all. Sevika spun around, scanning the alley with a feral intensity, her heart hammering in her chest. The only evidence of the encounter was the crumpled cigarette butt, a puddle of rainwater, and a faint scent of something sweet and metallic that lingered in the air.

The rain pattered against the side of the buildings, the sound a mocking applause for the Phantom's escape. Sevika's hand hovered over her cheek where she'd been patted, the condescension of the gesture still stinging. It was unlike any encounter she'd ever had, leaving her both infuriated and intrigued. Who was this woman, this ghostly killer who played with her prey before she struck?

With a growl of frustration, Sevika bent down and picked up her gun, wiping the rain from its gleaming surface. The sirens grew louder, a symphony of chaos drawing nearer. She knew she had to leave before her backup arrived—before the scene was contaminated by the inevitable onslaught of flashing lights and shouting officers. The Phantom had bested her this time, but it wouldn't be the last.

As she straightened up, her hand brushed against something in her pocket—something that hadn't been there before. Sevika pulled it out, her eyes widening in disbelief. It was a scrap of paper, folded neatly and almost dry despite the downpour. The Phantom had left a parting gift.

Unfolding it with trembling hands, she revealed a handwritten riddle. The ink was a deep crimson, matching the color of the roses that accompanied the assassin's grisly work. The words danced before her eyes, a taunting puzzle that spoke of a challenge unspoken. It read: "I am the one who brings the dawn, yet I am feared by all. Who am I?"

Sevika stared at the riddle, the rain running down her cheeks like tears. The sirens grew louder, painting the alleyway in a strobing blue and red as the first responders approached. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the paper, the words burning into her mind. It was a game now, and she was a pawn—or perhaps a knight, sent to check the elusive queen.

The Phantom had left a trail of breadcrumbs, a dance of cat and mouse played out in crimson ink on a scrap of discarded newspaper. Sevika knew she had to follow, had to solve this puzzle before the killer struck again. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the meaning behind the words. "The one who brings the dawn, yet is feared by all." It was a twisted riddle, a reflection of the dark heart that beat within the assassin's chest.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding buildings, looking for any clue, any hint of where the Phantom might have fled to. The alley was a maze of shadows and rain, each corner hiding a potential ambush. The sirens grew louder, the lights from the approaching patrol cars piercing the gloom. Sevika knew she had to move fast, to stay one step ahead of her quarry.

Her hand closed around the cold steel of her gun, the comforting weight of it grounding her as she took off at a sprint. The rain stung her eyes, blurring her vision, but she didn't need to see to know where she was going. The Phantom's scent was in the air—a faint trace of metal and something floral that seemed out of place amidst the industrial stench of the city. It was a scent that would lead her to the truth, if she could only follow it.

The alley opened up into a wider street, the neon signs casting a garish glow on the puddles that reflected the chaotic dance of the rain. Sevika's boots splashed through the water, sending waves crashing against the cracked asphalt. The riddle in her pocket felt like a burning ember, a constant reminder of the challenge laid before her.

Her instincts led her to a nondescript door, tucked away between two dilapidated buildings. It was the kind of place that blended into the background unless you knew what you were looking for—or unless you were being led there. She hesitated, the sirens wailing in the distance a stark contrast to the sudden quiet of the moment. But then she saw it—a crimson rose, almost invisible against the darkened brick, its petals sodden with rainwater. It was the Phantom's calling card, a macabre breadcrumb in a city of shadows.

Without a second thought, Sevika pushed the door open, the hinges screeching a protest. The room beyond was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of cheap alcohol and desperation. A few pairs of eyes flicked to her, the dancers on the makeshift stage pausing mid-move, but they quickly lost interest, returning to their rhythmic seduction of the patrons. Sevika scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There, in a corner booth, sat the reader—or rather, the Phantom. She was leaning in, a coy smile playing on her lips, her eyes locked on a woman with a tray of drinks.

The woman was young, her eyes weary but her smile forced. The Phantom's hand rested gently on her wrist, a gesture that was at once comforting and controlling. The dancer's movements grew more sluggish as she leaned closer, whispering something that made the woman's eyes widen in shock. Sevika's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the crimson glint in the assassin's gaze—it was the same look she'd had in the alley. The same look that had promised death and delivered only a taunt.

Sevika approached the table, the sound of her boots on the sticky floor a stark contrast to the music's seductive rhythm. The Phantom looked up, her smile never faltering as she took in the agent's rain-soaked figure. The dancer took the opportunity to slip away, her relief palpable as she disappeared into the shadows.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Agent," the Phantom purred, her voice a velvet whisper in the noisy room.

Sevika's eyes narrowed. "I've seen enough for one night," she said, her voice cold and hard.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, her smile still in place. "Ah, so you've come to play detective. How charmingly predictable."

Sevika ignored the jab and focused on the woman in front of her. "What's your game?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the din of the bar.

The Phantom's smile grew. "A dance of fate, perhaps?" She gestured to the empty chair. "Care to join me?"

Sevika remained standing, her eyes scanning the room. The dancers had resumed their performance, their movements sensual and desperate, each one telling a story of survival in the underbelly of Zaun. The patrons watched with a mix of lust and apathy, their eyes glazed over by the haze of intoxicants and despair. The rain continued to fall outside, its rhythm a mournful serenade to the lives lost and forgotten in the city's endless cycle of pain.

Suddenly, a young prostitute with a body that had seen more than its fair share of hardship sauntered over to their table. Her eyes were heavy with makeup, her smile forced, but there was a spark of something genuine in them—a hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter would be different from all the others. She slid into the reader's lap, her hands roaming over the leather of the assassin's outfit with a practiced ease.

The Phantom's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Sevika's reaction, the agent's jaw tightening as she took in the scene. The woman's hands grew bolder, her fingertips tracing the line of the reader's jaw, her breath hot against the cool metal of the mask. Sevika couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance—this was no place for a display of affection, especially not with someone as dangerous as the Phantom.

The prostitute's movements grew more overt, her hips rolling with a practiced seductiveness that spoke of a life spent in the shadows of desire. The Phantom's hands slid under the hem of the dancer's skirt, her fingers toying with the soft flesh of her thighs. Sevika's nostrils flared, the smell of sweat and desperation thick in the air. She didn't need this distraction, didn't need to see the way the assassin's hands moved with the same deft grace that had nearly disarmed her in the alley.

The dancer leaned in closer, her painted lips brushing against the Phantom's mask, leaving a smudge of red on the gleaming surface. The Phantom's smile widened, and she whispered something that made the young woman giggle, a sound that was as out of place as a bird's song in the cacophony of the bar. Sevika's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. This was a game within a game—a dance of power and control that she hadn't been prepared for.

The Phantom turned to Sevika, her chrome eyes gleaming with mischief. "You seem tense," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the air. "Why don't you come over here and join us? Maybe she can help you relax."

The prostitute looked up at Sevika, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The Phantom leaned in closer, whispering something in the dancer's ear that made her giggle. The sound was a stark contrast to the tension that coiled around them like a serpent. Sevika felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, her cheeks flushing despite the chill of the rainwater that still clung to her skin.

Before she could respond, the reader's hand snaked out and caught the prostitute's wrist, pulling her closer. "Why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?" the Phantom said, her voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air.

The dancer's eyes widened in surprise, then a cunning smile spread across her face as she slid off the reader's lap and onto Sevika's, her hands running up the agent's chest. The Phantom's gaze never left Sevika's as she whispered in the prostitute's ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. The dancer's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye, and she began to move her body in time with the music, her hands roaming Sevika's shoulders and neck.

Sevika felt the heat of the Phantom's thighs against hers, the warmth of the dancer's breath on her neck as she leaned in closer. She clenched her jaw, her eyes locked with the assassin's, a silent challenge in her gaze. But the Phantom just laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down Sevika's spine. It was a sound that held no mirth, only the promise of something darker, something that Sevika couldn't quite put her finger on.

The prostitute, seemingly unfazed by the tension, began to unbutton Sevika's shirt with practiced ease, her nimble fingers slipping the fabric aside to reveal the dampened skin beneath. Sevika's hand shot up to stop her, her eyes never leaving the Phantom's. "What are you doing?" she hissed through gritted teeth.

The Phantom's laugh was a quiet, private thing, the kind that spoke of secrets shared between old friends. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Sevika's ear. "Why don't you let her?" she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "It might do you some good to loosen up."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, the pulse in her throat racing. She knew this was a test, a game of wills played out in the most intimate of arenas. But she couldn't let the Phantom think she was unshakeable. With a growl, she grabbed the dancer by the waist and yanked her onto her lap, the chair groaning in protest. The prostitute giggled, wrapping her arms around Sevika's neck, her body grinding against hers in a display that was more taunt than temptation.

The Phantom leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with an amused smile. "Much better," she murmured, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the nightclub. Her eyes never left Sevika's, the challenge in them unmistakable. The dancer's hands slid down the agent's body, her fingertips tracing the contours of Sevika's breasts, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Sevika's teeth clench.

A drunk man stumbled over, his eyes glazed with lust and liquor. He lurched toward the Phantom, his hands reaching out to grab her. The reader's eyes narrowed, her grip on Sevika tightening as she prepared to intervene, but the Phantom was already in motion. With a swift, almost graceful move, she grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it, sending him sprawling to the floor with a pained yelp. The patrons barely took notice, too lost in their own miseries to care about the brief display of violence.

The prostitute who had been eyeing the reader earlier approached, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice a mix of relief and admiration. "That man, he's always causing trouble here."

The reader nodded curtly, not breaking eye contact with Sevika. The dancer took the opportunity to cuddle up closer to the reader, her arms looping around the assassin's neck. "You're a real hero," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of alcohol. The Phantom's hand slid down the dancer's back, her thumb idly tracing circles on the small of her back.

Sevika felt the heat of the dancer's body against hers, the smoothness of her skin, and the rapid beating of her heart. It was a distraction she didn't need, but somehow couldn't resist. Her hand, still clutching the chair's armrest, began to tremble. The Phantom noticed, her smile widening slightly.

"You know, Agent," she said, her voice a seductive drawl, "you're much more interesting than I thought."

The prostitute had slid off Sevika's lap and was now curled up against the Phantom, her head resting on the reader's shoulder. The Phantom's hand gently stroked her hair, a gesture that seemed almost maternal in the harsh neon glow of the bar. The dancer's eyes were closed, a look of peaceful contentment on her face as she leaned into the touch. It was a stark contrast to the desperation that had been etched into her features just moments before.

Sevika watched the scene unfold, her mind racing. The Phantom was playing another game, one that she didn't understand. But she knew she had to stay focused—there was something about the assassin that was too dangerous to ignore. The Phantom's eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was as if she could see the tumult of emotions and thoughts raging behind the agent's stoic facade.

With a sudden burst of strength fueled by frustration and a desperate need for control, Sevika pushed the prostitute aside and grabbed the Phantom by the arm, pulling her out of the booth. The dancer stumbled, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, but she was forgotten as Sevika dragged the reader through the crowded bar. The Phantom didn't resist, her smile never faltering as she allowed herself to be led away.

The room was a blur of neon lights and shadowy figures as they moved through the throng of people. The music grew distant, the voices of the patrons muffled by the pounding of Sevika's heart in her ears. She didn't stop until they reached a back hallway, the air thick with the smell of mold and decay. With a shove, she pushed the reader into a small, dingy room, slamming the door behind them.

The Phantom stumbled, catching herself against the wall with a low chuckle. She straightened up, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she faced Sevika. "Finally," she murmured, "you're showing some spirit."

Sevika's breath was ragged, her eyes flashing with anger and something else—desire, perhaps. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice low and husky.

The Phantom stepped closer, the click of her heels echoing in the small room. She leaned in, her mask almost touching Sevika's face. "What do you think I want?" she whispered, the challenge in her voice unmistakable.

Sevika's hand shot out, her grip like iron as she pushed the Phantom against the wall. "I don't have time for your games," she snarled, her eyes flashing. "You're a killer, and I'm here to bring you in."

The Phantom's smile grew, the crimson paint on her cheeks standing out starkly in the grimy light. "Ah, but what's the fun in that?" she murmured, her breath hot and sweet. "Where's the thrill in capturing a creature that wants to be caught?"

With a flourish of her hand, the reader leaned back against the wall, her arms spread wide in mock surrender. "What are you going to do to me, Agent?" she asked, her voice a siren's call in the dank room. "Arrest me? Or perhaps something more... personal?"

Sevika's grip on the Phantom's wrist tightened, her knuckles white with the effort. "You're under arrest," she ground out, trying to ignore the racing of her heart. "For twelve counts of murder, and attempted murder on Councilor Viktor."

The Phantom chuckled, a sound that was both mesmerizing and maddening. "Déjà vu, darling?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "How quaint. You think you can pin those crimes on me so easily?"

Imagine 002 —

Sick (Pitiful) Sevika and You

fluff & suggestive themes — men & minors dni

Sevika would be such a baby when she got sick. You’d have to check on her every 10 minutes to make sure she wasn’t having a meltdown in bed. It bothers her so much that she isn’t able to get up and do things like usual, especially things for you. She’d be restless, tossing and turning in the early mornings. Her body rarely being able to find ease or comfort unless you came in to hold her hand and press a cold compress to her forehead.

“You’re going to be fine, my love.” You’d say as you brushed her slightly damp hair back gently. “Just let me take care of things, okay?”

Sevika would groan in protest, but her shortness of breath would only allow her to scoff ever so slightly. Which would then turn into a cough and you’d shake your head gently.

“Open…”

Sevika shook her head. “I don’t need that. I just can sleep it off and”

You would cut her off for the thousandth time that day. “I said open. You won’t get better without medicine.” Your hand cupped under her chin and angled her face up to yours. You could see the pitiful nature in her grey eyes as she wanted to deny you the pleasure of taking care of her for once.

In your free hand would be the small cup of red medicine. You’d raise it up to her lips and parted your lips in demonstration. “Aaa~” you’d chime.

“I’m not a baby.” Sevika complained.

“Then open up and act like a grown up.” Your eyebrow raised and you shot her a smug look. “Or no kisses.”

“No kisses?” She’d repeat to you.

You shook your head in confirmation.

“You’re evil!” Her voice carried in a half hearted shout before another coughing fit. You’d make sure to lean back, grimacing.

“Cover your mouth…wait!” you quickly tipped the medicine into Sevikas mouth and made sure she swallowed it. Sevika made a disgusted noise and slapped the small cup out of your hand.

“You’re sick!”

“How’s your throat now? Still scratchy?” You hummed and stood up from the bed.

A moment paused between the two of you and she squinted. Of course it was better. She wouldn’t ever outwardly admit that though, but you knew it was true by the way she’d settled back under the covers.

“Uh huh…” you laughed softly before squatting down to pick up the tiny cup. “You’re lucky you’re sick. If you smack the cup out of my hand like that again, who knows what punishments I’ll inflict after you’re better.”

Sevika grumbled under her breath and grabbed her pillow. “No kisses?”

Once you stood up straight you looked towards your poor sick girlfriend under a pile of blankets. “I’ll blow you a kiss instead. I don’t know if my mean girl deserves a forehead kiss right now.”

Sevika huffed softly as she watched you blow her a quick kiss. You knew under the blanket her hand reached to catch it. After a moment she rolled to her side and let out a relaxed sound as the medicine worked its magic.

a/n: tbh I’m just trying to push my pitiful/loser vika agenda and I will be heard !! sevika definitely would rather sweat out a fever than take medicine.

A fever you can’t sweat out…not correlated but why is Time to Dance and Lying the best songs on that album…like 🫢

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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

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Sevika would learn to do her black girlfriend’s natural hair so that their arms would not ache. I’m talking two strand twists, three strand twists, blow outs, box braids, Fulani braids, boho faux locs!!! Especially if they had 4C type hair, wash day would be handled by Sevika. Gone are the days you spend $80 on hair care with your hard earned coin on hair products!!! Sevika will get the right supplies and refuse to let you pay. I feel like she’d even put little accents of her favorite colors in it — maybe beads or little gold/silver wired pieces. She’d also definitely be concentrating hard core on the act of doing your hair. Don’t be shocked when she keeps shifting your head back into its proper position (maybe a bit too tenderly). She will kiss the top of your head apologetically after though.