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This is how I feel about how these two characters texting you at random times of the day ( I got these from Pinterest ☝🏽🥸 )

MODERN AU MDNI!

Mild nsfw ahead!

Sevika x reader:

You’re at home and she’s doing her turn for shopping. You were dog tired from work, so Sevika went by herself (even though it’s her turn, you’re such a big baby that you go with her sometimes) but today was just too tiring. Sevika calls you about the grocery list telling you there some things you don’t need right now, and you get a bit pissy about it because you have been craving those specific things. You end up getting an attitude, which also makes Sevika get an attitude, you both start arguing over the list. You paced around the house phone in hand until something catches your eye, a big fat red circle saying “ovulation week starts here!” on the Calendar. You both end up apologizing even though there was still some bite to your apologies, you hung up on her and took a breather. Then.. later you text her you still want her to buy your cravings, and then it turns into this!

Vi x reader:

You’re on face time with Vi, doing your skincare routine, and Vi is just enamored that you still look good even with deep cleansing suds all over your face. However she keeps staring at that circled you made around you lips and it just looks so fucking good to her. You leave the bathroom to get something real quick (you forgot a bottle that helps with the skin care routine). Being the impatient gf that Vi is she sends you this. Also because she knows you reread your shared messages, giving you something to remember.

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AWWWWW ✋😭💕💕💕💕

A little love from you to Sev

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THIS IS KILLING ME

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Ambessa and reader who has mommy issues? Mostly in the sense that their mother blamed not being able to live her own life on reader and it shows with a need for validation and praise, extremely touch-starved yet touch-repulsed due to how foreign it feels?

Touch

I have mommy issues. I'm projecting <3

Contains mentions of parental abuse, mommy issues!r

The first time Ambessa Medarda laid a hand on you, you flinched. It was barely a touch—just the back of her fingers ghosting over your jaw as she tilted your face upward—but your whole body locked up, breath halting like an animal caught in a snare.

Ambessa withdrew immediately, her golden eyes sharp and assessing, but she made no comment. Instead, her fingers drifted away as if she hadn’t noticed the way the you had recoiled from something so simple.

She knew better than that.

She noticed everything.

Ambessa was not a woman who pried. She was patient—not in a way that was gentle, but in the way a predator knew when to bide its time. She let the you orbit around her, let you take the space you needed. She did not demand. Did not push.

It was infuriating.

Because that was all you had ever wanted. Space. Permission. Someone who didn’t see you as a burden, a weight shackled to their ankles, keeping them from flight.

Your mother had always made sure she knew.

"You ruined my life."

"I could have been something if it weren’t for you."

"Do you know what I sacrificed?"

It hit hard.

You grew up knowing you were an obligation, not a daughter. That your presence was something to endure, not cherish. And it showed in the way you sought approval like a starving thing, the way you craved warmth and shrank from it in the same breath.

It made no sense.

Or maybe it did.

You had learned that love was something conditional, something that had to be earned with good behavior, with silence, with obedience.

And touch… touch had been nothing but a means to an end. A slap to silence you.

A hand squeezing her wrist too tightly when you stepped out of line. A perfunctory pat on the head when your mother remembered she was supposed to pretend.

Nothing about it had ever meant comfort.

So why was it different with Ambessa?

Why did it burn through you like an ember catching dry wood, leaving you both raw and wanting?

"You hold yourself like you are bracing for war," Ambessa observed one night, her voice low, considering.

You were in the privacy of her chambers, where the rest of the world could not reach. Ambessa sat in her chair, legs spread comfortably, a glass of wine held and tilted between thick fingers.

She was relaxed, but there was something in her gaze—something that pinned you to the spot like a blade to the throat.

You exhaled slowly, a forced breath. "That’s just how I am."

Ambessa hummed, unconvinced. "No. It is how you were made to be."

You stiffened. Looked away. Ambessa did not press.

Instead, she set her glass down, pushed to her feet, and approached slowly, deliberately. She always moved like this around you—never sudden, never careless. It made something inside you clench.

When she stopped in front of you, she didn’t touch. She simply looked down at you, a titan made of flesh and steel, war-hardened and unshakable.

"Tell me," Ambessa said, voice quieter now. "What would happen if I touched you?"

Your throat went dry. Your hands curled into fists.

"I don’t know."

Ambessa’s brow lifted, but she nodded. "Then let’s find out."

She raised a hand, slow and open, giving you every opportunity to step away. When you didn’t, Ambessa’s palm came to rest against her cheek, warm and solid. But it wasn't a slap.

It was soft, caressing.

You sucked in a sharp breath. Your instinct was to pull back, to flee—but you didn’t. You stood frozen beneath the weight of Ambessa’s touch, overwhelmed by how foreign it felt. There was no demand in it. No expectation. No hidden blade beneath the surface.

Just warmth.

Your lips trembled. Ambessa’s thumb brushed over your cheekbone, barely there, and you shuddered.

"You are touch-starved," Ambessa murmured, more statement than question.

You girl bit your bottom lip. Swallowed hard. "It feels—" your voice faded.

Ambessa’s hand did not leave your face. "Unfamiliar things are not always bad."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Every instinct screamed at you to run, to shove the touch away before it dug too deep, before it uncovered the ache you had spent years trying to bury.

But you didn’t.

Not this time.

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low-key want ambessa's fingers in my mouth- WHO SAID THAT???

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.” ↳ “I warned you of the hazards of professional entanglement.”

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I just know Sevika misses both of them😭😭

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GOT ME LOOKING AT AMBESSA A DIFFERENT WAY AND IM LIKING IT-

Slavery Turned Marriage

contains kidnapping, sex slavery, dollification, praising, ambessa has a dick, impregnation, possible baby trapping, breeding, toxic!ambessa at the start, childbirth, mild degradation, mentions of blood, slight angst. not proofread.

You were stuck somewhere, someplace like a dungeon. You could feel the golden cuffs that held your wrist tight on your arms, eight point acupressure cuffs. Your body felt stiff but you tried to move either way, wincing when you felt the cuffs grow tighter.

Your throat was sore from yelling for help although a part of you had accepted the fact that here down in the depths of the Medarda Estate, nobody would hear your cries for help.

The iron door groaned open, and Ambessa stepped in, her golden eyes scanning you like a predator. She crouched before you, fingers tilting your chin, checking your pulse, tracing the bruises from your restraints.

“Dehydrated. Underfed,” she noted, grip firm. “You make this harder on yourself.���

Your head raised, fixing her with an icy glare although every cell in your body screamed for rest. “Go to hell.”

Ambessa chuckled, the sound low and indulgent, as if your defiance amused her. “Fiery, even now,” she mused, tilting your chin a little higher. “Good. I’d hate for you to become dull.”

You jerked your head away, but the cuffs bit into your wrists, forcing a sharp inhale through your teeth. Ambessa’s eyes flicked to the golden restraints, fingers ghosting over the bruised skin. “You know, the more you fight, the tighter they get.”

“Too bad I can't say the same for your vagina.” You mumbled under your breath, averting your gaze with a scoff. Ambessa's golden eyes narrowed at your words, a dark smile curling on her lips. There was no hesitation in her movement as she gripped your chin again, forcing your gaze back to hers. Her voice dropped, a dangerous softness that was almost soothing.

“Careful, darling,” she whispered, leaning in closer, her breath warm against your skin. “Your tongue is the only thing keeping you alive right now. I would hate to see it cut short.”

“You don't scare me, Medarda.” You said, glaring right at her this time, cuffs jingling with the way you shifted. You could feel the red abrasions cutting into your delicate skin but you didn't care. Ambessa took hold of your jaw, eyes narrowing as she squeezed your face in her hand. You'd think your face would've been broken by now.

Ambessa chuckled lowly, “Seems like I haven't broken you in yet, huh? Well that's about to change.” She, with ease, cut away at the shackles causing them to fall to the ground uselessly. You gasped a little when Ambessa grabbed your wrists and pulled you out of the dungeons.

Ambessa led you into the private quarters, pulling you by the chain and forcing you to sit on the ground in front of her, “You're pretty, like a doll.” Ambessa said with a slow smirk, grabbing your jaw tightly. “Maybe I should start dressing you like one.” Your breath was ragged as you sat on the cold marble floor, wrists raw from the golden cuffs. The weight of Ambessa’s presence was suffocating, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. Her grip on your jaw was firm, her thumb pressing just below your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“A doll, huh?” You scoffed, your voice hoarse but defiant. “That's what gets you off, Medarda? Dressing up your captives?” Ambessa smirked, tilting her head slightly as if entertained by your resistance. “If I wanted a doll, I’d get one that doesn’t talk back,” she mused, her fingers trailing from your chin down to your throat, resting there just long enough to make you swallow hard. “But I don’t want a doll. I want you—fire and all.” You jerked back.

“What the hell do you even want from me?” Ambessa crouched before you, golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Loyalty. Obedience. Maybe a little gratitude,” she said, dragging the back of her knuckles along your cheek. “You’re alive because I allow it. Because I see potential in you. But you keep testing my patience, and I wonder—how much more will it take for you to break?”

You clenched your fists. “Go ahead, try me.” Ambessa chuckled darkly. “Oh, I will.” She turned toward the heavy wooden wardrobe at the corner of the room, pulling it open. Inside, rows of luxurious garments—silks, satins, velvets—lined the interior, all in shades of red, black, and gold. She picked out a delicate, laced dress and tossed it at you. “Put it on.”

You let the fabric pool on your lap, staring at it with disgust. “Not happening.” Ambessa sighed, rolling her shoulders as if she had expected this. Then, without warning, she leaned down, gripping your chin again, this time gentler—but no less commanding. “You will wear it. Or I’ll dress you myself. And trust me, darling, you won’t like that.”

That's how you ended up in the frilly pink dress, ass facing out as you were forced to bend against the wall, “Looks perfect.” Ambessa said, her big hand resting on the swell of your ass before she moved to the inner part of your thigh, grazing your wetness. “And you tell me that you don't enjoy this but you're aroused from this.”

You looked away, eyes getting teary from embarrassment and shame. “That's not true, I'm not… aroused.”

Ambessa laughed a deep laugh rumbling from her chest before she grabbed your arms, pulling them back so you were helplessly grinding your back against her front. “Yeah? Then why is your cunt so wet?” You didn't say anything. You had no excuse for it, the tears building in your eyes began to fall, soaking your cheeks.

Ambessa’s eyes softened and she pulled you closer, turning you to face her. “Come on, sweet child, don't cry, you know I only want what's best for you and right now, the best thing to do is to listen to me. Okay?” Ambessa kissed your forehead, letting her lips linger there longer than intended. “Listen to me and I'll treat you like a princess.” Ambessa's sweet voice cooed in your ear and for once, you considered accepting your fate and obliging.

With a slow nod, you gave her your confirmation. Ambessa ran her fingers down the lace of the dress, cupping the mounds of your plush chest. “You'll be so good, hm?” Ambessa kissed the back of your neck, massaging your breasts in her big hands. “Come on, dolly, come suck me.”

She guided you to your hands and knees in front of her, you looked up at the bulge of her pants, eyes widening. Did she—?

Ambessa let her pants fall to the ground, belt unbuckling with a click. You gasped slightly seeing the massive length that curved to her stomach, “W-...”

The words were lost in your throat. “Impressed, my sweet?” Ambessa said with a smirk, her hand coming to grip the base of her cock, “Suck it, come on, doll.”

You leaned closer, mouth opening slightly as you took in the sheer size of her huge dick, wondering how you were going to service it with your mouth.

You didn't know anything other than Ambessa Medarda in the following days. You followed her commands without thinking. No, you weren't worthy of thinking and making your own decisions. That was exactly what Ambessa gaslit you to think. But you were already too far gone in the sex slave spiral, there was no turning back now. Every day, Ambessa would come back home to your dressed up in lacy, frilly clothes. And you knew that you were just a decor to the Medarda Estate.

Ambessa fucked you with her huge cock every night until all you could blabber was a meaningless string of 'please's. "Look at me when I fuck you, doll."

Ambessa growled in your ear causing you to shiver and make eye contact with her with your teary eyes. "Now beg me to fill your pathetic body up with my seed."

"Please," you sniffled, body shaking in Ambessa's grip, "Please, fill my body with your semen." Your voice was shaky and laced with sobs as you did. Ambessa thrusted a few more times, bottoming out before she finished inside causing you to gasp, the feeling was strange.

"Now you'll bear my child," Ambessa said matter-of-factly.

"I will," you mumbled, eyes averting from her gaze before looking at her hesitantly, "I'm glad," you added quickly.

When you were pregnant with Ambessa's child, Ambessa didn't force you to have sex with her or treated you roughly in anyway. In fact, she took care of you in all the ways possible. Every night before bed, she brushed your hair and told you how much she loved you. She wifed you and made you go to all these expensive charity events and galas. You felt out of of place, hand always resting on your baby bump throughout all the events.

"Ambessa, can we not go today?" You asked, voice meek. You'd never asked her for something unless you really needed it so this time, asking her to cancel settled heavy on your heart.

The hair dresser froze behind you before Ambessa even got to tell you off or anything, as if she knew better than to question the Medarda Matriarch's authority. You could feel her hands soften as she ran them through your silky hair, styling with precision. She was being more careful now.

You managed to raise your gaze to look at Ambessa whose expression never changed, fixed on the papers in front of her, "Why do you say that, my sweet?" She asked with a skeptical tone of voice.

"I just... Don't feel all that good." You said wishing that Ambessa would look at you at least once but she didn't. You felt like an incubator. Finally, she closed the folder with a soft snap and stood, her heels echoing faintly on the marble floor.

She walked over and rested her hands gently on your shoulders. You didn’t meet her eyes, but you could feel her staring down at you—calculating, conflicted.

"You are not just a vessel," she said, her voice firm, but not unkind. "You are mine. That means something." Her fingers slid beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. "I only want the best for you. For us." Her words felt practiced, a line she’d said before.

You tried to believe it. But you didn't want to.

The gala was exhausting, your ankles hurt from standing for so long, one hand hooked under your protruding baby bump. Ambessa remained close by, she was, after all, protective of the baby. "Bessa, I wanna go sit down, can't stand any longer." You said, hiking your dress up just enough so Ambessa could see the swell of your ankle.

Ambessa’s eyes dropped to your ankle. Without a word, she turned to the nearest server and snapped her fingers. "Bring a chair. Now."

The young man scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed off. Ambessa reached out, steadying you with a hand at your waist. Her touch was gentle, but her grip left no room for refusal.

"You should have told me sooner," she muttered, almost scolding—but there was something else under her voice. Guilt, maybe. Or perhaps just annoyance masked as concern.

After the chair was brought, Ambessa guided you to sit down although it was a little bit of a struggle for you because of the baby bump. Ambessa crouched beside you, not caring about the scene she made or the attention it drew. "You’ll stay seated the rest of the night," she said firmly, smoothing a hand down your thigh. "Let them come to you."

You nodded faintly, watching the way her jaw clenched. She wasn’t angry. She was worried. But it still didn’t stop the ache in your chest. Because sometimes, it felt like she cared more about the baby than she did about you. It started with a sharp cramp low in your abdomen. You winced, hand flying to your belly, trying to breathe through it. At first, you thought it was just another Braxton Hicks contraction—but then came the unmistakable warmth between your legs.

A wetness spread rapidly down your thighs, soaking through the fabric of your expensive gala dress. It wasn’t a trickle—it was a gush, like your body had given up holding it back. You thought you'd peed yourself... "The baby's coming," you said gravely.

"What?" Ambessa blinked down at you as if afraid she'd misheard.

"I said the baby's coming!" You yelled, all fear disappearing as well as rationality when you grabbed Ambessa's wrist and shook it violently.

Ambessa dropped to her knees in front of you, heedless of the shocked crowd forming around the two of you. Her hands hovered at your waist like she didn’t know what to do with them—so powerful in every other situation, and now completely at a loss.

But then her eyes met yours. "You're going to be okay," she said, voice lower, more serious than you’d ever heard it. She pressed her forehead lightly to your belly for a brief second, then stood and lifted you into her arms effortlessly, expensive dress and all.

"I’ve got you," she muttered against your temple. "Both of you."

Labor was as painful as it could be. The usual timid behaviour you showed around Ambessa was completely gone when you grabbed her hand and twisted it in every angle possible when you pushed. The midwife was the only woman calm in the room as she guided you through the process. Ambessa flinched—Ambessa, the woman who’d stared down death more times than she could count—yet said nothing about the pain you were clearly inflicting on her hand. Her expression was somewhere between horrified and helpless, like she’d rather be shot than see you suffer.

"Push! One more time," the midwife said, voice as cool and steady as if she were guiding a meditation. "You’re almost there, sweetheart. Baby’s crowning."

"Fuck you!" You screamed at Ambessa as you pushed. "I'm gonna turn you inside out, you did this to me, you fu—" motherless profanities and empty threats left your mouth but it was only because you were so sure you'd die from this. You sobbed and hid your face in Ambessa's bicep as finally you felt the baby slip out of your body, a raw cry filling the room.

You looked down at the pooling blood soaking the sheets, "I-is she okay? Is she healthy?"

The mid wife gave you a nod, "She's perfect, here," after cutting the umbilical cord carefully, the mid wife handed you the new born. Your hands trembled but then when you held her, something bloomed in your chest.

You smiled, "Hey there, sweet thing..." You said, voice shaky. Ambessa pulled you closer, one hand cradling your back as she placed her other hand under the small form of your baby. Ambessa's golden eyes shook with the pressure of tears forming somewhere behind them. The midwife, sensing the tension, slowly slipped out of the room to give the both of you some well needed privacy.

"She's so adorable," Ambessa said, "And so... Tiny." Her voice cracked, something you heard for the first time.

"She has your eyes," you mumbled, smiling at the baby's squinting golden eyes as you stroked her cheek. Ambessa’s fingers brushed the baby’s downy cheek, the same calloused hands that had once held weapons with ease now trembling from the weight of someone barely bigger than her palm. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something else, but nothing came—just a shaky breath and the faintest crease between her brows.

“She’s strong,” she finally whispered, voice thick. “I can feel it. Even now.”

You let out a tired laugh, barely more than a breath. “She just got here, 'Bessa. Let her cry and look confused for a little while first.”

Ambessa gave a soft, huffing sound that might’ve been her version of a laugh, and leaned in closer, her broad shoulder warm against yours. “You don’t understand. She already looks at me like she knows me. Like… like she’s been waiting.”

You glanced down at the baby, her golden eyes fluttering open again, unfocused and new, but still—somehow—deep. Familiar.

“Yeah,” you said, stroking her tiny forehead. “She was waiting for us.”

Ambessa turned her head and kissed the top of yours, lingering longer than usual. “We’re going to protect her,” she said quietly. “No matter what.”

And for once, you didn’t feel like just an incubator, or a trophy. For once, you felt like a family. "What are we gonna name her?"

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this lady knows all the line dances- ✋😭

I just know that when Cupid Shuffle starts playing, Sevika is tearing it up.

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Babygirl

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True Tales

Sevika x Reader

Summary - you get injured and Sevika wasn’t having it

A/N - haven’t written for her in a long time lol

You couldn’t even call the hum of the music quiet anymore. The Last Drop had turned into more of a catalyst for all other crime happening in the Undercity. No one cared about anything, so there was no consequences for beating someone up or smashing up a window. It was free will at all times, if you had an issue, you solved it yourself.

Your legs carried you through the crowd, who immediately gave way to you as they saw the state you were in. Being Sevika’s girlfriend had its advantages, but considering the blood dripping out of your nose and the black eye already forming, people didn’t want to get in your way.

A frown upon your face showed everyone else not to mess with you. Simple repercussions like that prevented scraps out in the street…most of the time. You’d used that long before you found Sevika. And most of the time, it worked.

Your girlfriend was sat at the table, probably gambling for cash again. Cards in her palm, cigar in her mouth, eyes scanning the remains of her cards in her hand before you entered her vision.

At once, she dropped the cards on the table, the men around her raising eyebrows at her as she completely ignored their existence with furrowed eyebrows. She stood and walked towards you as you angry walked towards her. You weren’t angry at her, just the men that roamed The Undercity.

“What happened?” She’s asked once she finally reached you, an arm protectively reaching up to cup your face. You relaxed a little, her touch was gentle regardless of how rough her demeanour seemed to be. The men she was playing cards with were watching from a distance, eyes wide as they saw how much cuts and bruises you had all over your body.

“Nothi-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” She stopped you, grabbing your jaw gently and lifting your head upwards so she could see better. “Who.”

“I took care of them.” You finalised, the flashbacks of their face being smashed in replayed in your head. It was an unfair fight. 3 against 1, yet you someone managed to be the only one able to walk away. “Trust me. They’re not gonna bother anyone.”

She looked down at you and sighed before dropping your head back down and whistling over her shoulder. The men she’d previous been playing cards with were now at her side, ready for whatever command she gives them.

“Find them.” She looked directly into your eyes as she said it, and didn’t break eye contact until her men were gone out the door. She watched as you rolled your eyes an huffed. There wasn’t much left of them anyways. There was nothing to find.

She gripped your bicep next, walking into the backroom of The Last Drop and whistled once again.

“Everyone out.”

Like dogs they scurried one after the other to the nearest exit, none of them questioning it once they saw you. Not that they’d do that anyway. Sevika had too much power, too much ego.

She walked with you to the nearest bench, sat you on it, grabbed a chair and spun it in front of you before straddling it with gauges in her hand.

“You give me a headache.” She sighed, ripping one of the antiseptic wipes open to clean your face with. You knew she cared and she wasn’t serious. Her doing this for you proved it. She wouldn’t go out of her way to clean someone else’s wounds. Just yours, because she loved you.

“Me too.” You joked, noting how much your brain felt like it was pulsing. She only huffed out of her nose, a tiny smile momentarily on her lips as she leaned in towards your face. You let her grip your jaw with her free hand, knowing you’d pull away once the alcohol transferred into your wounds. “Wait-”

She didn’t give you time. She, as gently as she could, held onto your face as she wiped away the dirt in your face. You tried to pull away but her grip was just strong enough to keep you put, her eyes softening momentarily as you winced and shook your head.

Your headache only increased when she stopped. The extra movements didn’t work in your favour, so now you put your head in your hands and tried to cover your eyes from the light.

“Come on, let’s go home.” She spoke, standing up and moving the chair, extending her arms out for you to take. “You can rest your concussion there.”

Slowly but surely you made your way to the exit of the loud bar, where several others where still drinking and partying on the stage.

You kept close to Sevika. Her warmth was enough to comfort you through your wounded body, but yet the headache only got worse and worse. You didn’t think anything of it at first, but now your vision blurred. Things turned into clouds of colours and nothing was audible apart from the hum of some voices. You barely made it out of The Last Drop before you could feel yourself passing out, the rest was nothing but a black void.

“Stop moving.” Sevika’s strong voice said in a quiet whisper as you groaned. You wanted to move, but yet again the same full ache in your head prevented you from doing so. “You’re never going out alone again. I swear to God, (Y/N).”

You huffed some air out of your lungs, eyes opening slightly to let the minimum amount of light coming through. She saw this, watching as you struggled to make eye contact with her. With a sigh, she pushed herself off her bed and walked towards her window, closing the blinds tightly before returning back to sit next to you.

“You have a concussion.” An ice pack was slowly being placed on your head, a relief you could only sigh in content to. She watched with furrowed eyebrows like a hawk, she didn’t even know what for. She was just looking at you.

“I’m not dying, Sev.” You whispered, basically feeling holes being drilled into your skull from her intense eyes.

“You made me think you were.” It came out harsher than she wanted it to, making you open your eyes fully this time. Her gaze softened as you looked up at her, an apologetic smile small on your lips.

“I’m sorry. They just attacked me some nowhere.”

She remained quiet, a sad sigh escaping her lips as she continued to press the ice pack to different parts of your head.

It took a while, but you managed to sit up on your own without being dizzy. Sevika though, wouldn’t let you leave the bed. She’d brought you everything and enough to last you weeks. Safe to say you weren’t leaving anytime soon, not without Sevika.

It’s was okay though, because you persuaded her to lay with you so you got endless cuddles and constant movie marathons ;)

THE END

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Back from the dead to post some Arcane art. Sevika at her new job remembering her old compatriots/family.

I think Sevika would make sure the Piltovans know everything isn’t just water under the bridge.

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VI BEING A STREAMER IS SUCH A CUTE THOUGHT WAIT- ✋😭💕💕

Streamer Vi . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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→StreamerVi! started streaming as a hobby. She figured it would make gaming feel less lonely and unproductive. She had friends she would play with occasionally but on the days they weren’t able to game together she feared she was wasting the evening away. Playing with no one, to no one, yelling into the abyss, celebrating a win to herself. It was lonely, and she hated the feeling that made her feel she was being unproductive. Even though deep down she knows that indulging herself in something she enjoys is never a waste or ‘lazy’. 

→When she started gaining traction/viewers she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t think she was THAT entertaining. Her viewers enjoyed her reactions that seemed so genuine. Enjoying her rage, shock, tears of sadness and of laughter. Her overreactions to angering situations within the games made her fans cackle with her creative sling of words she spat at the computer.  "I can't believe you guys like to watch this. I mean I appreciate y'all tuning in, but I do hope you guys are in therapy."

→StreamerVi! mainly plays action games but she enjoys a cozy game every now and again. Finding the stimulation of the fighting and fast paced scenes more enjoyable typically compared to the relaxation of cozier games. Though she finds herself indulging in Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley in her off time.

→StreamerVi! Was bad at Minecraft. Not that she would ever agree with that statement. Her fans aren’t sure why she’s so bad at it. She’s usually amazing at fighting and surviving in games like that. It’s mainly the building she’s not great at. Her houses were made out of dirt, wood if she’s able to obtain that much, and were shittily built cubes. She tries to make more intricate things but her brain short circuits and she’ll eventually break it down and make another dirt cube in its place. As long as her house has a bed, crafting table, anvil and furnace, she’s set. 

→StreamerVi! would have an intricate story line on her Sims game that gets progressively more confusing as it goes on. “God, Shelley is such an idiot. I know I created her but Jesus. How the fuck did she end up burning the house down? I didn’t even know you could do that in Sims! First, she ruins her marriage by cheating on Esteban. Then, she loses her daughter? Still no clue where she went. Lastly, she burns the house down? That’s why I didn’t let her go to college… On second thought, maybe that’s why she’s doing all this.” 

→Her Sims characters are her babies, for sure. She cries for ten minutes straight when one dies. She’ll walk off camera and you can hear sniffling off camera before she walks back in. “Okay, how can I make them haunt the house? I know they can do it. I will pay any amount of money to have that happen.”

→StreamerVi! would put up a poll on what games to play next on her stream and would put a joke game on there that would end up getting the most votes. So now she’s stuck playing some weird simulator game that lags constantly and is crashing every 5 minutes. “Who the fuck would make a dish washing simulator? I’m doing chores as a video game? That’s fucking boring. Why did you guys have to pick this one? Do you hate me? Be honest."

→StreamerVi! is a rage quitter. 100%. She would scream and smack her headset down on the table, walking away from her PC fully. Leaving the stream for almost a full minute to take deep breaths. “I may have overreacted a bit. Maybe. That boss is still a bitch, what the fuck even is that?” 

→She would sit down back at her desk and stare into the camera, hands in a fist resting over her mouth in embarrassment. “Guys, pretend that didn’t happen.” She would boot up the game to retry and be done five minutes later when she still couldn’t beat whatever it is she couldn’t win. “Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Fuck this game. See you tomorrow stream, I’m going to go take a deep breath and touch some fucking grass.”

→StreamerVi! drunk streams... already drunk when streaming or getting drunk on stream. She's done both. It doesn't happen often but when it does it a nice treat of chaos. Slurring, hiccupping and hearty laughter that echoes thoughout her whole apartment. The fans love it.

→StreamerVi!’s desk is probably messy. It’s not overly messy but she definitely has a few cups littered around, and old takeout containers from her 8 hour long streams. She cleans it frequently. She just spends so much time sitting over that desk, hunched over in uncomfortable positions, that it gets messy the second it’s cleaned. She eventually puts a trash can and a tub for dirty dishes right next to her desk to prevent clutter. It takes one time spilling water all over her keyboard for her to implement something to help. 

→StreamerVi! would cackle at her own jokes while everybody in her chat groaned. “That was a good one! I’m such a funny guy. You don’t get it, guys. And that’s fine, you don’t see the vision. Stop calling me lame! I am not lame! I’m hilarious. You guys are the lame ones. You’re watching me, someone you claim is lame, so what does that mean about you? Yeah exactly, lame-o’s” They would also groan at her use of the word ‘Lame-o’. 

→StreamerVi! fell asleep on live one time and has never lived it down. She streams for so long and she’ll just fall asleep waiting for a cut scene to end. Head propped up on her arm, lulling over with every breath. Her hand would slip causing her head to fall and smack against her keyboard, the brand new one she got after ruining the other one with the spilled water. She would jolt awake and stare at her screen in horror, reading the chat coming in faster than normal. “Is she… sleeping?” “She fucking dead.” “Awww, she looks like a sleepy puppy.” “Why is her mouth hanging open like that?? Is she drooling?? Y’all oh my god” “Literally, what the fuck.” She reads her chat and sighs deeply. “Guys. I must go. I’m so sorry.” She would hit the ‘end live’ button and immediately scream out of embarrassment. “They will never let me live this shit down. Fuck fuck fuck.”

→ And her fans don’t. “Waiting for her to fall asleep every time at this point.” “It was one time!!” It annoys the fuck out of her, but she appreciates her fans so she doesn’t mind the stupid jokes. 

→StreamerVi! has a strict streaming schedule and she is ALWAYS on time. She sits at her desk 5 minutes before time, ‘Go Live’ button staring at her. Anxiously scrolling on her phone until the clock hits 5pm. Streaming for the past 3 years has been all she knows, yet the anxiety she feels before beginning is intense every single time. 

→Anxiety melts away within seconds of hitting the dreaded button. Chats streaming in of various ‘hello’s and ‘missed you’s. 

→StreamerVi! probably streams more than just games as well. She enjoys vlogging when she’s out and about doing random stuff, like when she’s travelling and trying new foods. “Okay, what am I about to put in my mouth? If you know, please tell me, because I’m lost.”

→StreamerVi! loved the spontaneous streams sometimes more than gaming streams. They were low pressure and less chaotic. 

→She would do mundane things around her house when streaming as well. “You’re coming with me to dye my hair. I need help doing the back.” While dying it she would turn around and ask chat if she missed any pieces. They were unhelpful, as always. “You suck at this.” “Uhhhh bestie, you missed a few chunks ngl” “Does she have nobody irl who can help her with this?? Wtf are we supposed to do?” She would roll her eyes at her chat’s unhelpful responses. “I can’t even tell if you guys are being truthful anymore. You all hate me. I have friends! I’m just not bothering them with it! You guys could help! You just don’t want to! What parts did I even miss??” She eventually would facetime somebody to help her find the missing pieces. 

→COOKING STREAMS!!! 

→She loves to cook on stream! She enjoys the company when cooking. Although chat has definitely distracted her a few times and she’s burnt things because of it. “FUCK! Guys! Why did no one say anything about the literal pan on fire behind me?” She would run the pan over to the sink, throwing it in and quickly turning the water on. Snuffing the fire out. “The pan was in frame the whole time and we were chatting! I know at least one of you saw it! I even said ‘why does it smell like something burning?’ and none of you decided to say anything? You guys want me to die?” She often finds herself lecturing her fanbase as if she were their father. “Dad Vi back at it again with the lecturing.” “oohh we’re in trouble this time.” “Are we grounded?” 

→StreamerVi! would start streaming less often and get interrogated in her chat. “Where have you been??” “She’s got a girlfriend, guys. Look at her glowing. We’re so cooked.” Vi would scoff at their invasive questions. “I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean… Okay. Yes, I am seeing somebody but they’re not my girlfriend!” She would defend, growing redder the longer she goes on. Not convincing anybody. “Vi lovers. We’re fucked. We lost our chance.” “No offense guys! But none of you had a chance. I’ve just been busy… ANYWAYS! So today’s game…” she would change the subject, afraid she was going to hard launch a relationship that wasn’t even official. 

→StreamerVi! would casually drop the word ‘partner’ every now and again after a while. Accepting that she would never convince anybody that she wasn’t seeing someone. She was and she’s not a liar. 

→Chat would go CRAZYYY. Demanding to meet her partner. “You lecture us like you’re our dad all the time, and suddenly you don’t want to introduce us to your partner??” She gets what her fanbase is saying, but it ultimately depends on what the girlfriend says. Not her. 

→StreamerVi! would beg everybody to be nice when she finally does introduce you to her stream. “Guys, be nice. Don’t be mean like you are to me.” Her fans are offended. “We’re so nice!!” “So this is how you treat people who pay your rent?” “Dad Vi again.”

→StreamerVi!’s fans are nicer to you than to her. “SO pretty!” “How did VI!!! Bag you????” “no offense but she’s out of your league vi.”

→StreamerVi! Is only a little jealous. “So you guys hate me and love them? Well maybe they can just have my channel and I’ll retire since y’all hate me so much.” She’s the ultimate pouter. And pouts even more when chat is seemingly chill with that idea. “Ok! Best idea you’ve had thus far!” “yippee!” She mutes chat after that. 

→You make sporadic appearances on her channel every now and again. Often enough that you’re a ‘recurring character’ on her streams. Her fans love seeing you. Eventually you make your own streaming channel. But you only stream like once a month and it’s usually with Vi there. It’s not your thing as much as it’s hers. And you don’t want to take that away from her. 

→StreamerVi! Doesn’t tell her viewers that she proposed to you. They just happened to catch a glimpse at the engagement rings in various streams over time. “YOO IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “Vi and Y/N engagement era”

→StreamerVi! Keeps a majority of her personal life secret from her viewers. It’s not that she doesn’t trust them with the information of most of her friends or family, or what she does for a living outside of streaming. She just enjoys having that still be private. It’s the small things after getting an online fanbase. She appreciates her fans but they don’t need to know anything. Like the day you guys get married. That’s for her, you and attendees. But, she posts photos from that day whenever she can. One of her top favorite days of her life for sure. 

→StreamerVi! Loves this life she’s miraculously gained. The fans that bully her, the friends she’s made, the games she’s played that she might not have if it weren’t for the viewers pressuring her, and you. 

[moodient]

suggestive themes. strap. condescending!sevika. cnc.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ your legs are in the air and sevika is pounding you so hard with her shimmer strap, you're sure you're about to go crazy. the pain mixed with pleasure is too much, your calves are aching from how hard sevika holds them while she fucks you. “sevika! i can't take more, please!”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sevika, who's enjoying the sight, only laughs in a condescending manner before replying with a, “what was that, honey, you want more? who am i to deny you of such?” and she gets even faster, you're a panting, crying mess in her arms.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “i really can't.” you're sobbing to her causing her to feign pity, eyebrows crinkling up in some sort of sympathetic expression. “oh, my sweet wife, come on, shhh,” she brings you close with a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “my pussy is breaking.” you complain in a helpless blabber, a loud squelching sound of the strap being forced deeper than before causes you to let out a scream. your whole body is shaking and out of control, sevika pulls one leg up higher making you clench around the toy. “oh, my fuckin' baby, you can take it, can't you?”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you sniffle and shake your head but sevika doesn't care, she starts thrusting again, her thrusts are slippery and sloppy because of your slick arousal. “im cumming, s-sev...” you cry. with a hoarse scream, you come undone on the toy. all noise buzzes in your ear and you have no sense of reality. sevika pulls out to let you ride your orgasm out.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ “one more,” sevika says and she's back inside.

[moodient]

Dance With Me

relationship: sevika and reader

tags: super duper fluff like almost to the most where it's too heart wrecking, kissing, slow dancing, early morning, admiration, intimate shower scene, teasing,

summary: you and sevika wakes up early morning, just enjoying each other's presence and being adorable.

a//n: guys i'm starting to feel the aftermath of being lonely and not having friends or a partner, send help. i hope you enjoy the dream I had. I NEED TO DO THIS WITH SOMEONE, A MUSCULAR WOMAN THAT LIKES ROMANCE, COME MY WAY also thanks dream me!

also the song that's heavily inspired is here!

borders by @enchanthings-a

it was early morning, the world hasn't even woken up but oddly enough, you and sevika both woke up at the same time, energized and overall, just feeling refreshed. that's just the energy you both bring to one another.

you both start off your morning, doing your daily routine, showering with one another, admiring each other in your nude states. you pretty much wash your own body but sevika can barely keep her hands off of you, whether it's her washing your hair or kissing your back as she scrubs it, getting all the sleep and dead skin off of you. once you're all squeaky clean, it's her turn. scrubbing her back, washing her arms, kissing her biceps. she knows you can't get enough of her muscles. as much as her muscles turn you on like none before, you kiss them as you acknowledge her hard work.

you ask her to turn around and she does, she's completely obedient to you, she runs to your beck and call whether it's something as serious as you being injured and you need help wrapping your wounds or as silly as you being stuck in the washing machine, which she helped you.. in other ways.

you can't help but adore sevika and everything she's done for you. not only is she your lover, she's your best friend, your biggest supporter, your shield and your devoter. and for her, you're her comforter, her rock, the calm before and after every storm, even on the worst of days, you make her life feel at ease, especially when you give her those special kisses on her face that makes her melt but she still tries to pretend that it's not of her favorite things in the world but she always has this look in her eyes that gives her away. every. single. time.

"you're so pretty baby." sevika says, wrapping her arms around you, letting the water hit her back. you smile and kiss her, tenderly, passionate, soft.. you both can't stop having your hands on each other, the more she kisses back, the more tension you felt. her lips are a bit chapped but felt like pure silk on your lips, captivating..

you wrapped your arms around her neck, her arm around your waist, bringing you closer and you softly moan against her lips, it's becoming too hot, even the water feels scorching even thought it's freezing cold. you pull away from hers, slow.. breathtaking.

"what's wrong baby?" she whispers into your ear, caressing your smooth wet skin.

"i-i'm.. you're.. too much for me sometimes." you said trying to catch your breath. she chuckles, turning off the shower and picking you up bridal style.

"i think it's time to get off the shower, I'm fucking freezing." walking out the shower, taking you back to the bedroom..

you were cooking breakfast for the both of you, something as simple as eggs and bacon meanwhile sevika is fixing her arm, oiling up her gears. you had a old record playing in the background, softly singing to it and slowly swaying to the instruments.

you didn't notice but sevika was just watching you, listening to you sing and dance a little. to her, you looked like the most mesmerizing person she's ever seen, your hair in a messy bun, your shirt covering the multiple hickeys and bite marks sevika left on you and your shorts barely covering your ass but still has Sevika's hand mark.

you finished cooking and one of your favorite song starts to play. you gasped a little of excitement and you immediately started dancing, just a simple two step. and then an idea comes to your head.

"hey baby.. dance with me." you said moving to the empty space between the kitchen and the living room.

"uh, babe. i'm not much of a dancer, i got two left feet." she says, smirking at you.

"ooh, baby please. i'll teach you." you said holding your hand out. sevika contemplated grabbing your hand and leading the way, she's used to being in control and allowing you to be in control sometimes but this is a whole different situation. she never danced before, she's a bit nervous but she trusts you.

she sighs and grabs your hand. you tug her arm slowly, bringing her close to you. "okay let's start with arm placement.. i'll put your hand here." you said, putting her arm on your waist, and you placed your arms around her neck.

"okay now with your left foot, you're gonna step back and i'll step forward okay?" you say, as you look her face, she's looking down at her feet to make sure she steps correctly.

you step forward and she steps back, you smile at her and continue to tell her steps, back, left, right, up.

"owch!"

"sorry baby.. I'm not good at this.."

she did step on your foot a few times but of course, you know it's by accident. she looks like a worried puppy every time she hears you whine but you ensure her she's okay and after a while she gets the hang of it.

she's looking you in your eyes and you both danced around, now in sync. you both start giving each small compliments like how perfect you both look, how sevika is such a pro even if she doesn't get it right the first time, she'll get it the next, how beautiful you look, and how you're an amazing teacher.

as the song starts to die down, you got closer to her, resting your head on her chest and swaying to the music. sevika looks at you, content, loved, and engulfed by you. she then closes her eyes and begining to sway with you. this moment is truly cherishable, a memory that will never a fade.

after she finally got the hang of it, you guys would dance among the night, twirling each other around, making the other feel like the world. sevika even dipped you and kiss you softly on the lips, keeping you close and taut so you don't fall.

the sun is slowly starting wake from its slumber as well the rest of the world. even after the record stop, you couldn't help with slow dance with her. her warm body heat, her soft breathing but fast heartbeat, her head resting on top of yours and the hand stroking your back.

the feeling is comforting, loved, safe, it's freezing from the world that we live in today but know that sevika is always there for you, you can take on a whole mountain.

"I love you, honey and thank you for dancing with me."

"I love you too, dollface and thank you for teaching me.

a//n: hope you enjoyed, and i'm not playing.. anyone interested in a loser girlfriend, CALL ME. 😏

[moodient]

Sevika had you wet, ready and skin hot with desire for her. Her fingers teased your pussy, feeling the throb of your clit and the fluttering of your hole.

“So wet for me,” She croons, kissing your temple where she leaned over you on the bed. Your thighs parted around her own, her fingers poised between her thighs to feel you.

“Gods, ‘Vika —“ you aren’t allowed to finish your plea for her as her finger sank into you.

You could see her eyes roll back and a moan leave her lips at the feeling of the heat of your walls, the squelch of the intrusion. Her own pussy throbbed in her underwear, so wet at the feeling of you.

“Fuck, baby,” She hums low in her throat, almost a growl as she gives you lazy pumps of her middle finger. She sinks in a second and you moan at her thigh fingers spreading you a little more, head dipped back. “Look at me.”

You do, slowly moving your head down again, tilting it against the pillow to see the sheer need in her eyes as she looks at you. “Baby,” she moans as she curls her fingers into you. “You feel as pretty as you look.”

That just made you blush in turn.

[moodient]

i need someone to draw this NOW.

head full of thoughts of sevika wearing a grill and when she smiles the light hits the gold just right. i think she would only have canine grills. and she reserves the right to eat you out with them on during date night.

[moodient]

Masterlist:

Sevika:

The Devil's Heel Click: (sfw for now!)

part 1 - part 2

Dance With Me

Imagines:

Sevika coming home from work (sfw!)

Waking up next to Sevika (sfw!)