Let Me Show You the World

outlaw sevika x 50s housewife reader

An outlaw on the run shows a trad wife that there's more to life than starting a family and keeping house

cw: soft dom sev x sub r; age gap(24 and 38); sev is a perv, pet names(dolly, pretty); cheating(reader cheats on husband), oral sex, pussy slapping, sev is needy, reader is naive and sensitive.

wc: 2.6k

January winds roared unforgivingly, swirling the glistening snowflakes in different directions. They cut at Sevika's frozen cheeks, making her wince. She trudged through the snow wearily, hoping to find shelter from the harsh winter elements.

Life of an outlaw was hard; always looking over your shoulder in case of danger, constantly having to move from one place to another. Sevika was used to it all. This time her itinerary lay through a thick forest and all was going well at first. What she hadn't foreseen, though, was being robbed by a group of wandering bandits and having her trusty horse and pouch of coins stolen. However, it was okay, she's survived worse. The outlaw knew the way to the nearest village, though her limbs were practically giving out, vision blurry, stomach growling incessantly.

Still trudging on, Sevika's eye caught a bright light in the distance. Cautiously moving forward, she saw the outline of a sizable quaint cottage. Did someone live this deep in the woods? Maybe a forester? Some recluse? She could see the house clearly now, it was fenced off, with a barn flanking the main building.

Coming up to the towering fence, Sevika weighed her options. She was certainly in need of shelter for the night as the blizzard was bound to get worse. However, there was no telling the hospitality of the person inside. It had always been a risk to trust strangers like this. Sighing, Sevika rang the brass house bell, alert, eyes zeroed in on the entrance, human hand on her back pocket that held her pocketknife.

After a short pause, the front door opened slightly and a face peeked out. To Sevika's surprise, it wasn't the face of some old hermit, but of a young, anxious-looking woman.

You pushed the door open at last and tentatively walked up to the fence, clutching an oversized coat around your form; eyes squinted because of the snowstorm. You peered up at the outlaw, a hint of surprise and uncertainty in your gaze. "Hello, s-sir. What can I do for you?"

Sevika's mouth curved up involuntarily. You looked no older than twenty-five, with a sweet little face, a wooly scarf around your neck, the coat swallowing you whole. What were you doing out here alone?

Now, this was a pleasant turn of events; it was much easier to pull at a woman's heartstrings. Sevika just hoped the girl lived alone, it would be...more convenient that way. "Hello, young lady. The name's Sevika, sorry if I scared you. You see, I'm just a bit lost and the weather's less than favorable. I was wondering if I could come in until it gets better. Oh, and, by the way, I'm a woman," she chuckled; it wasn't unusual for sheltered pretty things like you to mistake her for a man, since most women didn't dress like Sevika. She donned tight black jeans that disappeared into her winter boots at the bottom. Her worn-out jacket was half-unzipped, giving a glimpse of her black turtleneck, taut at the strain of her muscles. Despite her rather masculine choice of dress, her plump lips were adorned with dark lipstick that complimented her features well.

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, my name's Y/N. Of course, you can come in, you're freezing," you muttered sweetly, relieved that the stranger was a woman. You lead Sevika to the front door, unlatching it and inviting her in.

_____________

Hanging your coats, the two of you walked into the kitchen. "You look hungry, please sit down, I made some stew for dinner," you smiled as you busied yourself at the counter, plating the stew.

Sevika sat in one of the chairs, leaning back and spreading her legs comfortably. She took in her surroundings. The interior was cozy and homely, although she could see a man's pair of boots at the entrance. "You live with your husband, girl?"

You turned away from the counter for a second, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Yes, but I'm alone today. My husband went away for work to the nearby village. He probably won't be happy I let a stranger in..." you chewed on your lip nervously.

"Your husband keeps you all cooped up in the middle of the woods?" Sevika chuckled, smirking.

"My husband is very n-nice and caring; he knows what's best for me! Besides, it was a mutual decision to live out here," you raised your voice, but it came out shaky and uneven, as if you didn't believe your own words. You put Sevika's plate in front of her with a clang.

Chuckling, Sevika raised her hands in the air. "Sorry, dolly. Didn't mean to anger you. You're a very hospitable girl, thank you," she spoke and began eating the offered stew while you watched her from the counter.

For some inexplicable reason, you felt your face heat up at the nickname. You studied the peculiar stranger curiously; Sevika's dress and mannerisms were like a man's, yet she was undeniably a woman. "Are you traveling alone? Without your husband?"

Sevika barely held herself from laughing out loud. You were so sheltered, so naive. She spread her legs a little more, eyeing you with mirth. "Ain't got no husband. I've always been alone, except for the occasional hookups."

"But you can't have s-sex out of wedlock," you gasped, feeling your face heat up.

This was getting too good. Sevika couldn't believe how innocent you were. If she played this right, she could have a pretty little housewife under her tonight. "That's not how it is in the city, dolly. People are more...uninhibited there. They don't care about rules. We just party, drink and have all the sex out of wedlock we want there."

There was a pause as you gathered your thoughts. It felt like your whole worldview was shattered; you'd never met someone like Sevika before. "But sex is not even that good for them to like it so much..." you muttered to yourself.

Sevika raised an eyebrow in disbelief, the stew long forgotten. "Your husband just doesn't know how to make you feel good, he probably doesn't even care."

You jolted, face scrunched up in anger. You strode up to Sevika's sitting form in an instant. "You don't know my husband! Why do you keep saying mean things about him? He provides for me, he loves me! Of course, he cares about me, he cares..." Tears pricked up in your eyes as you shouted.

"Easy, easy. Not trying to be mean, just worried about you, dolly. Your husband is probably often away, out in the world, doing whatever the hell he wants, while you're cooped up in the middle of the woods," Sevika said softly, not expecting you to be so defensive. Although, it wasn't surprising.

"You aren't worried, you don't know me..." you mumbled in a quieter tone, sniffling. All you'd ever wished for was a loving husband and kids, a family. It was true that James had been distant lately, but it surely wasn't because of your failed attempts at conceiving a child, right? You'd been a stellar housewife, always putting his needs above your own. He surely still loved and appreciated you, even if you couldn't give him a child...

Sevika stood up, towering over your distressed form. She tentatively placed her human hand on your shoulder. "Listen, dolly. Sorry if I'm overstepping. I'm just against all this traditional bullshit," she sighed, patting your shoulder in hope of providing some comfort. She didn't like making pretty things like you cry. She was a gentlewoman, after all.

To Sevika's surprise, you stepped forward and pressed your face into the outlaw's chest, inhaling her woody scent. You were clearly very emotional and needed some reassurance. "I'm just...so lost. I've never met someone like you, you seem so free," you peered up at her with tears in your eyes, pretty face all puffy from crying.

"Shh, don't cry, pretty. You're so young, you've got your whole life ahead of you. So much time to do what you actually like, try new things," Sevika cooed, patting your hair as she struggled to rein in her desires. The sight of this sweet girl pressed up against her, all teary-eyed, was making her pussy twitch. "Mm dolly, you know what, I think I know what you need right now."

Before you could react, Sevika lifted you up effortlessly, placing you on the counter, hands on either side of your hips. She leaned in close. "You're a little curious about me, aren't you, pretty?"

Thoughts of your husband vanished from your head as Sevika leaned in so close. Your heart was beating wildly. It was true, you were curious about the stranger in front of you, even if you tried to suppress those feelings. Why did she make you feel this way? It was all so new to you.

Sevika knew she had to be the one to initiate everything, as it was obvious you were still very confused about your feelings. She leaned in closer, her hot breath on your neck, pressing a light kiss there.

The contact caught you completely off guard; it felt like your body was on fire, goosebumps adorning your skin. You couldn't even look Sevika in the eye, casting your gaze down instead. "W-what are you doing? This is what a husband and wife do in bed..."

It was obvious that, despite your words, you welcomed her touch; you just needed a little push. Sevika cupped your cheek gently, her large hand enveloping your face. "Two women can do it too, dolly. It's normal in the city," she said, trailing her thumb along your plump bottom lip. "I promise, I'm gonna make you feel good. Gonna teach you everything, you ain't gotta worry about a thing. I just need to kiss you now, pretty, okay?" Sevika rambled in an almost desperate tone; your inexperience was driving her crazy.

Unable to speak, thoughts swirling in your head uncontrollably, you just nodded.

Sevika didn't waste a second, crashing her lips against yours, large hands settling on your waist. She pushed her tongue into your mouth, making you whine sweetly into the kiss. God, that whine drove Sevika wild. She hugged you even tighter, her legs parting your thighs as you sat on the counter.

Tentatively putting your delicate hands on Sevika's shoulders, you tried to move your mouth in tandem with hers, but it came out sloppy. After a few minutes, you pulled away to take a breath, reeling from the kiss and panting. You looked down at your parted legs, the dress riding up your thighs. You looked like a common whore, spreading your legs for a stranger...but you didn't care. For the first time in your life, you didn't care.

"You alright, pretty? Can I go further?" Sevika asked softly, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"Please," you whine, "make me feel good, Sevika. You promised to make me feel good."

She didn't need to be told twice. Dropping to her knees on the wooden floor, Sevika looked up at you. Her large hands trailed your soft thighs, lifting your dress. She chuckled as your pristine white panties came into view. "Mm so cute dolly, gonna take them off." Sevika grinned as she hooked her finger under the string and dragged them off your legs, revealing your clean-shaven pussy. You instinctively tried to close your legs but she held them open in her grasp, spreading you wider. "Does your husband like you all smooth there? Mm you don't gotta shave for me, pretty."

Before you could reply Sevika's mouth latched on to your clit, she began eating you out like a woman starved. You tasted so sweet; her grasp on your legs grew harder.

You looked down at Sevika's kneeling form, her face buried in your cunt. God, she was just so large, her hands were so strong, she could easily do whatever she wanted to you. You'd never felt so good, you didn't even know sex could feel this good. Your thighs were shaking as you tried to suppress your moans, hand over your mouth.

Noticing your attempts to stay silent, Sevika pulled away, landing a sharp smack right on your pussy. You let out a high-pitched whine, trying to squeeze your plushy thighs together. Sevika didn't let you, of course. "Now this is what I want to hear, don't you dare hide those pretty sounds from me, or I'll stop," she spit sternly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't anymore! Please, don't stop. It feels so good," You begged desperately, tears pricking up your eyes.

"Aww dolly, you look so pretty like this, cry for me some more," Sevika looked up at you in awe, growing desperate. She spread your pussy lips with deft fingers, watching with fascination as your slick dripped down to your ass. "Fuuuck, never had a girl this wet for me. Love this wet sloppy cunt, dolly," she groaned, smacking your clit again. "You like this, dolly? Like getting fucked by an old butch like me?"

Before you could react, she buried her face right back in your cunt, her tongue trailing fast along your lips.

You mewled in pleasure, tugging on her short hair to ground yourself. "Sevika, I feel weird...why do I feel like this? It feels so good," you moaned out.

Sevika pulled away from your pussy for a second, working her fingers on your puffy clit instead. "Dolly, you're about to come. Probably never done that with your idiot husband," she chuckled as she dove back in, pushing you over the edge.

It was the first orgasm in your life, and God, did it feel good. You were panting, totally spent, as Sevika pressed light kisses onto your inner thighs. Her gaze trailed over your perky little tits that were freed as your flimsy dress slipped down in the process. Of course, the older woman didn't want to stop, she could go on for hours. She wanted to absolutely ruin your cute body, but she had to hold back; she knew you were a sensitive little thing. Besides, it was your first time with a woman.

"You good, pretty?" Sevika asked softly, lifting you up bridal style. "Where's your bedroom? Gonna let you rest, you're all worn out."

As you pointed up, too spent to speak, Sevika carried you up the stairs, not breaking a sweat. She opened the bedroom door, carefully laying you down and tucking you in nicely. "Will you lie down with me?" you asked, looking up at her with tired eyes.

"Of course, dolly," Sevika replied, settling beside you on top of the sheets. She wrapped one arm securely around your shoulders, pulling you close. Gosh, you looked so cute like this, your delicate form in her arms, all tired and disheveled. "You can take a nap. I'll keep you warm, don't worry," Sevika murmured, voice low.

Laying in Sevika's arms, you were beginning to come down from your high. Horror set upon your delicate features. You were lying in you and your husband's bed with this woman; James's photo staring at you from the bedside table, amplifying your guilt. You cheated on him, your marriage was ruined, your life was ruined! Tears began to run down your cheeks, you sniffled involuntarily. "What do I do now, Sevika?"

"Shh, dolly. You don't gotta worry about a thing. Is your husband coming back in the morning?" Sevika asked, running her hand through your locks in an attempt to soothe you. She couldn't take it, you looked so scared and pitiful. God, she wanted to keep you so bad.

"No, he won't be back until Monday..."

"We'll figure something out tomorrow then. For now, just get some rest. You haven't done anything wrong, pretty," Sevika whispered softly, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep in her arms.

div credit @bbyg4rlhelps

Anonymous asked:

that needy franco piece got me wondering what he’d be like if he was begging for a quickie 🤭🫣

this made me think of many things, but mainly of Franco being so horny that he has to take you while you're sleeping (you consent, btw) so I had to write a lil something about it.

also, this ask was sent on september 11. i apologize for the delay in my reply

smut under the cut

a new fic by: starlightbuckk (lovesicktaxi on ao3)

Buck spirals on a Sunday morning over his boyfriend, his best friend, a Tiktok, and what it means to show up for others.

And his laundry is still not dry.

Snippet:

Buck, for the record, would like to state that he is fine. More than fine actually, his best friend is just dramatic. He reminds everyone of this as they pull into the station and start to clean up from their previous job.

“Yeah Buck, maybe next time you should watch where you’re going,” Hen jokes, exchanging a look with Chim.

He scoffs, despite the slight pain in his knee…

The 118 had responded to a typical first aid call. A family on summer break had been enjoying some time by the pool, and it went south quickly when their son decided to ignore the cardinal rule of swimming—no running near the pool, he hadn’t dried himself off and ran into the house soaked from the pool. He ended up slipping, causing his entire family to follow suit—running about the property soaking wet, leaving trails of water in their wake.

Luckily, the boy was okay, Eddie and Hen checked him out and once they had confirmed he didn’t have a concussion, Bobby instructed Buck to grab some towels and start wiping up the water before anyone else got hurt.

Funny how that works.

Armed with the towels, Buck started to lean down to begin drying the floor when his boot lost its grip and sent him tumbling right on to the floor, towels flying everywhere, one even landing in the kitchen sink. 

“Oof,” Buck hit the tile harder than anticipated, his knee breaking the fall. 

The team froze for a moment, confused about how Buck managed to fall, until Eddie (carefully) crossed the floor, “Buck!”

“Eds, I am fine.” He laid there until Eddie’s wide eyes met his from above.

enjoy! this has been a passion project of mine for the last month!

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The MCL:NG Love Interests as the 5 Love Languages

Devon Okere - Words of Affirmation

Devon loves to let you know on every occasion how much he adores you.

When he sees you doing well, he lets you know, always painting pretty word pictures whenever he can.

When he sees you struggling he manages to put your pain in a few words, so the problem suddenly seems manageable.

When he sees you enjoying yourself he makes sure it gets even better.

He has a deep voice and he always knew how much his voice and words had an impact on other people. Whenever he notices that are being stressed, he makes you sit down with him and tells you just how good you are, how hard you work, how much he loves, how wonderful it is being around you, how good it feels to hold you. All in this beautiful, intriguing, deep, deep voice of his.

You didn’t know how much you could enjoy the simplest things, when they are accompanied by a man who knows what you like to hear - and will give it to you whenever he can.

Amanda De Lavienne - Quality Time

Amanda is a woman of efficiency. She is well-structured and organized to get the best out of every single minute. 

At times you feel like nothing can be good enough for her - besides you

The time she spends with you might be one of the only times you have seen her completely unwind and without a hurry. 

There is nothing in this world more important than taking her time being around you. Together you love to plan trips, have dedicated one-on-one time just talking about your day and spend days after days cuddled up, enjoying each other's presence. Being around you is a possibility to slow down for her and you cannot imagine anything more beautiful than seeing her lovely smile every time you two get to be together. Looking in her eyes, feeling the peace you two create for each other, knowing that this is going to stay - this right here, this will be forever. Because you will make it last forever.

Jason Mendal - Gifts

As much as Jason loves to be a receiver to whatever he sees reasonable, he first and foremost lives to be a giver. 

He loves to gift you beautiful clothes or take you out to expensive dinners. Not only that, but you can also expect a new fresh bouquet of flowers around you, or other little trinkets you can take with you anywhere you go. 

Jason wants to gift you memories and reminders to make you think of him - whether he is around you or not. 

That satin on your skin? Reminds you of him.

That golden bracelet around your wrist? Reminds you of him.

The lingering taste of expensive champagne, making you love-drunk? Reminds you of him.

The pictures from your latest trip? Remind you of him.

The love bites all over your neck and thighs? Remind you of him.

Gifts and memories, lasting and fading. But always presentJust like him.

Thomas Rheault - Acts of Services

As someone of not many words Thomas lets his actions speak for him. 

Before properly getting to know each other Thomas seemed less than eager to do something for you if he wasn’t asked to do so.

That changed.

You notice a hot cup of coffee next to your bed when you wake up and a bag of fresh bread in the kitchen. He has already been up and running. For you. 

He is always so thoughtful, observing would you say, what you like, what makes you laugh, turning your words into his actions. 

It makes his heart beat faster everytime you thank him for what he does for you - you acknowledging all that makes it worth doing it again. And again. And again. And again … 

Roy Aquino - Physical Touch

Roy is an overall very physical man. Not only is movement and keeping himself physically in shape a huge point of his life, but also showing you physical affection is important to him. 

Whenever you’re around him he loves to give you small touches on the back, hold your hand, pressing occasional kisses onto your hair. He loves to hold you, feel you, smell you, hear and see you. Roy’s love is all about senses and just as sensational. 

As for him, you know how much he likes it when you return his actions. Playing with his hair and holding him, whenever he feels like that. He loves massages, giving them and receiving them. Public display of affection has never been a problem to him, the world should know that his heart belongs to you.

Every touch between you is electric and fiery and very easily addictive. So whenever you think of his hands on your skin, his lips on yours, his body pressed against you, he does so, too. Your body is a temple to him, and he is your worshiper.