#but then Sevika felt bad and came to hELP HER SEVIKA

[littelovelunette]

Different Worlds

Lost the request, I'm sorry, but here it is! I'm sorry, it's really long but sweet 1.7k words.

Sevika x Topsider! Reader

Sevika had one of the worst fights yet until now, and just like every other time her opponent had targeted her mechanical arm. It always was the main target when it came to fighting Sevika for some reason.

Sevika knew it was because without that arm, it seemed easier to defeat her.

Sevika tried to push herself up, but she couldn't. This time she had a deep stab wound to nurse when she would return home. If she could return home, that was.

The wound was deep and unlike any other that she received before, it weakened her greatly. Her brain already felt hazy from the blood loss, not to mention the amount of Shimmer she had used, she was facing the consequences for that now.

The high was crashing down and her body ached everywhere. Blood and Shimmer mixed as it trickled down her body, ragged breaths making her chest heave up and down in a not-so rhythmic manner.

Where was she even? She looked around, but she couldn't see clearly even at this point, her vision was just a blur of… Blur of tall towers and mansions— Piltover.

Sevika could've scoffed if she had the energy to, trying once again to pick herself from where she fell but to no avail, she fell back down to the ground with a dull thud.

“Fuck.” She mouthed. Atleast, she was bound not to be seen by anyone while she was in this utterly pathetic state. Sevika looked up at the sky, her vision was blurry from the tears threatening to flood her eyes due to the immense amount of pain she was in.

Was she going to die? Not at least in Piltover… Sevika's ears caught onto the sound of heels clicking closer to where she was and she could only hope it wasn't some Piltover Enforcer.

She held her breath, the sound of the heels coming closer and closer until she could see the figure at the end of the alley.

The silhouette was a female, a beautiful woman. Sevika caught herself thinking that and mentally slapped herself for even thinking something like that, her loyalty belonged to Zaun and Zaun only, she reminded herself.

Sevika watched as the woman stopped in front of her. You were beautiful to say the least, dressed in a white dress, black embroidered belt and sheer stockings to go along with the look with your baby blue colored heels.

Sevika stared at you in shock, awe and something else she couldn't really place but then the dull throbbing of her stab wound pulled her back to reality.

“Who are you?” She managed to say although her voice came out more strained than intended.

You didn't answer and knelt down to her level, slowly moving her top up to see the stab wound, “Oh, this is bad.” you whispered to her and let out a small sigh, “You're gonna die if you don't get this treated.”

“No shit.” Sevika said sarcastically but then winced at the throbbing of the wound again, “Who the fuck are you even?”

You shook your head dismissively at her language before telling your name and hooking an arm under her flesh arm. “C'mon,” you said as you struggled but managed to hoist her up against your own smaller frame.

Sevika wanted to resist but she was at the verge of going unconscious so she held herself back from making any spiteful comments. Even she herself knew she needed help.

As you both staggered to the gates of your house, Sevika was almost unconscious, leaning onto your body with atleast eighty percent body weight.

“C'mon, just a little bit.” You urged as you opened the gate with one hand and led her inside. She collapsed onto the couch in the living room as you locked the gate behind yourself.

“How you feeling?” You asked as you opened the cabinet and took out some first aid materials so you could patch up the smaller wounds on her body first.

“Dandy.” Sevika replied sarcastically as she grunted, shifting into a more comfortable position, I mean, how comfortable could one get when they have a literal hole in their stomach?

With an annoyed huff, you knelt down next to the Zaunite woman and started tending to her wounds. She didn't flinch, not once as you cleaned them.

You'd have thought it was because you were being so gentle with her, but you knew better than to assume so, you were aware how unsafe Undercity was due to the constant oppression they're subjected to by your very people.

Not that you were proud of it, despite being from the Topside sometimes you wondered if you would've liked it better at the Undercity. One would say you were weird for thinking that, but you were just wondering if the way your people treated hers was any fair.

“Let me know if this hurts too bad.” You said before your fingers delicately began peeling away the clothes that stuck to her stab wound due the dried blood.

Sevika's face remained stoic and you could tell it was genuinely due to her need to keep up a tough façade. She was far too easy to read while her bottom lip was twitchy, fists clenched as you treated her most critical wound.

“I'd have thought you'd mock me.” Sevika said finally after you finished patching her up, putting the bloody gloves away.

“All Pilties aren't the same.” Your voice was a little solemn, but you quickly masked your expression so it didn't match your voice, lips pursed as you put the supplies away. “You should stay the night. Until your wounds heal.”

“Me? Stay at a Topsider’s house?” Sevika scoffed, “No way.”

“Yes way.” You replied firmly, arms crossing over your chest. “You'll stay over. You need to heal.” Your tone was final and there was no denying you now.

As much as Sevika would've loved to keep up the argument, her body was way too exhausted to cooperate.

“Come on, get up, take a shower and get some sleep.” You said, pulling her to her feet by her flesh arm. You led the now silenced Sevika to the guest room, opening the bathroom door, “There are spare towels on the cabinet, and I'll get you some clothes and put it in the changing room.” You said in an oddly soothing tone that Sevika wasn't used to. She nodded, watching as you left.

After a while Sevika had freshened up and was ready for bed, you gave her a pain pill and water watching her down it in one go. “Good.” You said and took the empty glass.

“Why are you being so damn nice to me? You're supposed to despise me.” Sevika said, her voice a little faint and a strange tinge of vulnerability lingered somewhere in her words.

“I always wondered what it was like to be Zaunites. I don't like the political tension Piltover oppresses over Zaun and honestly have considered going to the Undercity and just living there so many times before.” You took a seat at the edge of the bed and looked at Sevika. “Being rich, my parents force me to do things I don't want to and always have these impossibly high expectations of me. I'm tired of all that.”

Sevika smiled a little, a rare sight to behold. “You know, living in Zaun ain't the easiest.”

“I know.” You countered, “But I still want to.”

“There are no fancy bathrooms, silken sheets and other expensive things Topsiders like you use.” Sevika said as she took a look around the bedroom.

“Despite that—” You pressed. “—I still want to.”

Sevika was genuinely touched, she'd never really met someone with a moral compass so strong that they'd willingly suffer if it meant it was right to do so. She admired it, and stared at you for a moment.

“Anyway I should let you rest.” You said and got up to exit the room, smiling to yourself as you did. You were glad Sevika didn't push you away but you knew if it weren't for her injuries, she would.

With a sigh, you prepared to sleep as well. About two restless nights passed for Sevika, her wound hadn't healed all that well because it was deeper than you'd initially thought so you made her stay another day. She stared up at the ceiling as she tried to sleep, she had her mind fixed about departing tomorrow. Finally saying her farewells to the Topsider who had likely saved her from huge danger.

But it didn't feel right to just leave you be.

Sevika thought back, even though she knew Piltover was safe for commoners like you, she wondered if the people would bother you and give you a hard time if they came to know you had Sevika over and even treated her.

Worry settled deep in her heart but she forced herself to sleep. The next morning, Sevika was putting her poncho on as she watched you sitting on a chair silently staring into the distance. Sevika knew deep down that even if you both wouldn't admit it to each other, the little time spent together and the playful banters?

Despite the huge differences in both of your lives, something was there. Maybe a bit more than just platonic feelings. Sevika finally opened her mouth,

“You could come to the Undercity with me. Y'know, I could make your— dream, would you call it?— true and take you in.”

You look up, eyes wide and mouth open, “Really? You'd take me in, as in like have me as your roomie?” You asked excitedly.

Sevika rolled her eyes at your excitement, running her flesh fingers through her dark hair. “Mhm.” She hummed.

“I don't want to be an inconvenience. I'm sure it's hard just protecting yourself. I know nothing about defense, I'd be a liability.” You said, eyes looking down at the ground again, then Sevika walked closer to you, hands holding your face and tilting it up so that the both of you held eye contact.

“You saved my life. This is the least I could do.” Sevika said.

A small smile finally crossed your lips and before you knew it, both of you leaned in. It felt wrong but right.

You didn't know why, was this a form of thank you? Or just the feelings that built up within the two days she spent at your house for treatment? Maybe.

But right then, all you could focus on was her lips against yours soft yet passionate something a far cry from her personality but you loved it. No, you loved her.

[pepperpixel]

*my eyes burst open w a flash of light*

SEVIKA

Yadda yadda yadda jinx is generally seen as a loose canon, does whatever she wants type of character, totally unpredictable. When in actuality, up until the last few episodes all of her choices and actions r motivated by wanting to please someone else. Hell. Even in the last couple episodes, the very Last thing we see her doing is ENTIRELY MOTIVATED by devotion and love and grief for silco, she’s taking out her frustration at herself and the world, and also honoring his wishes and dreams. By shooting a fucking bomb at piltover, she’s ensuring his life wasn’t in vain, she’s honoring him. In that moment

Her entire, self!!! is centered around love and loyalty. Is centered around other people, She’s motivated by an insatiable urge to prove herself, to be useful to those she loves, to show that she can help them and be there for them and be WORTHY of there love. That they haven’t made a mistake in loving her. To prove that she can be as pivotal to them as they r for her. She goes to the ends of the fucking earth to do this. And it ends. Terribly.

She puts the people she loves on pedestals and supplicates at there feet, she has no motivations most of the show outside of making the people she loves happy… she yearns for connection and love and safety. For a home that will never leave her behind, or crumble under her feet, (an indestructible home, That she can’t destroy just by being her…)

Which is why.. it’s so. Interesting and intriguing. How now, she has no one on that pedestal to worship, no one to drag sacrifices and offerings to the feet of, no one to spiral around and build herself off of. She is a person so *affected* by her relationships w others, but there is no relationship now, no one is stepping up to the plate to love her. She’s too much. For anyone. The one person who seemed to have unlimited patience for her is dead, because of her. and maybe vi could still love her.. but. She’s already soured that relationship. Already broken that one too. Broken all her favorite toys that made her so happy. That were there for her. And scared all the rest away. (There is a limit to what vi can support and forgive to reconnect w her sister. And I believe terrorism is crossing that limit ghgh)

And maybe, jinx is cutting that part of herself out on purpose. To be stronger, she’s realized she just. Isn’t made for love. That she ruins it all in the end. That it just makes everything worse. Messier. More complicated. She’s better off on her own, but for what PURPOSE! Who will she be now! What choices will she make!?! Almost all of her actions in the show were for others, what is driving her now, now that she has this gaping void at the center of her being. Where love used to be… what kind of person will she become, Without a guide to follow… a sun to orbit around. it’s sad honestly ghghg-!!! like yeah it’s not healthy that she is this way but there’s no THERAPY IN ARCANE. THIS IS THE WAY SHE IS! And now. She’s alone… it’s rough. But also intriguing…!! And I honestly have no clue how she’s gonna act in season 2,,, or what sorta shit she’s gonna get up to. but I’m excited.

[teastyun]

༻ pound town

arcane sevika x female reader (nsfw)

a/n: i'm going to war (exam phase is about to start), therefore i must make haste (my hiatus starts again). also, i got a new job so i'm not sure when my hiatus will end :(

pt. 1 ; masterlist

grabbing the broom from the back of your mechanics shop, you start you usual closing routine as the streets of Zaun more active as the day ends. growing up in Zaun, you appreciate the livelihood of the people, but grew wary of the criminality rising abruptly at the end of each day. enforcers started to patrol the quiet streets of Zaun and hang up missing posters of Jinx, who you've been visited by for several occasions over the last few months for tech equipment she required. you grew fond of the girl and would occasionally even slip a few extra pieces, and she would thank you proudly by telling you about her latest new technological improvements.

one time, she told you about a prosthesis as her newest invention. Sevika immediately came to your mind and the way she held your cheek the last and first time you saw her. or the way her bionic arm held your hips so strongly as you rode her strap. shit, you really are down bad for this woman who doesn't even know your name.

as several months gone by since then, you managed to gather your savings and invest it into your shop for new techs and products to sell. you were finally able to call your shop your full time job and scrap your shifts at the brothel completely. Sevika didn't only save your shop, but she saved you from drowning in exhaustion as the only thing you ever did was work day and night.

you hoped to see her again, but your hope was slowly scarped as each month passed by.

after sweeping the last corner of your shop, you only had to rearrange your products before you could finally leave to go home. as you tidied the screws collection, the door to your shop opened audibly by your crystals dangling from the person entering.

"we're closed-" you start, but stop as you see the person at the entrance.

there she was, standing in her usual cloak and a hood that hid her face, but you recognised her nonetheless. she took her hood off with a smile as she looked at you. "good to see you again."

suddenly, you felt naked again. although she knew your identity (prolly even the whole time), the mask would hide your facial expressions and reactions. now, you are standing there with a shocked impression written on your face, unsure of how to react to the person that is the reason for your shop to still be alive.

"i see you created something out of this shop since the last time I've seen you," she speaks with a soft smile on her lips as she takes a look around in your shop. "thank you. you were actually a huge help last time we've seen each other," you respond, your hands linked together behind your back as you turn to look around your shop.

honestly, your shop is quite shady from outside with its half-broken broken neon sign spelling the name mechs n' treasures. but once you enter, you quickly realise that it's a one man's business by it's intricate appearance. it has so much personality now that you have as much time as you'd like to spent in it, decorating it with your favourite things you've collected over the years that weren't too precious to be displayed in your small flat above your shop. a few colourful crystals dangle around your entrance and the door to your flat, reflecting the neon lights from the streets of Zaun onto the mechanic pieces you sell. tidiness is your top priority, since it's hard to keep such an old shop neat and clean. you love your old and shady, but precious personal shop and wouldn't wish it to be any different. business seemed to be booming recently, too. you had no idea why, but Zaun is a quick and fast learning city with its advantages and disadvantages, resulting in people visiting your shop to buy the pieces they require for their newest project.

now, Sevika is standing in the centre of your shop, taking one of the mechanical pieces into her hands and looking at it in detail.

"can i help you with something?" you ask, looking at her with curiosity. after she puts the mechanic piece back into its tray, she says "I was hoping you could me out with this."

she reveals her bionic arm, where you see the its shimmer capsules completely shattered. surprised, you walk towards her and take her bionic arm into her hand to have a closer look. you inhale her smoky scent and suddenly were confronted with a vivid memory of the first night you guys met at the brothel, as you sat in her lap writhing under her touch. focus. you twisted a few pieces to inspect the reachability of the broken capsules. "I assume you won't be able to take it off?" you ask her, your eyes still fixed on an odd piece you've found.

she shakes her head, "it would be a hazard trying to put it on afterwards. do you think you'll still manage to repair, though?"

after twisting the last few pieces for inspection, you leave her arm. "shouldn't be no issue," you take a look at your wristwatch and notice how late it already is. a few extra minutes won't hurt, you decide.

you nod towards the counter, "take a seat, i'll be right with you."

entering the back of your shop and take a big breath. fuck, this intimidating woman still effects you after several months. at this point, you were sure you even forgot about her.

you grab your toolbox and head to Sevika, who is waiting for you behind your counter on a chair. her cloak is thrown over your register's desk, revealing a similar outfit you saw at the brothel. only now you realise how muscular this woman actually is. her arm is almost fully exposed by her sleeveless top and a choker around her neck makes you shake off your dirty thoughts.

you place the toolbox on the counter before you take a seat next to it. Sevika watches every move of yours, making you even more nervous than you already are.

grabbing your first tool, you lay her arm in you lap and start unscrewing the plates that cover the isolation of the shimmer capsules. her arm felt heavy, but oddly warm in your lap for the fact that it's broken. you remember how the same arm pinned you down on her strap a few months ago.

your brain is almost about to malfunction if Sevika wouldn't have interrupted your thoughts, "so, how is your shop going?" she asks as she leans the side of her upper body on the counter. when you look down at her, she's only mere centimetres away from your face. her grey eyes digging into yours. your pussy clenches as your breathing stops at the sight of her. you quickly look away and focus on her arm again. "it's going well," you start and grab for another tool to remove the shattered pipes. "sometimes it's exhausting to handle a shop alone, but you get used to it, you know."

her eyes follow your movements on her arm while she hums as an indication for you to continue. "once, a dude i recognised from the brothel came to pick up a few things and i couldn't help but wonder what his day job is. he was a sex worker as well, so he probably even recognised me," you tell her. it's unusual for you to share thoughts and memories of your old job. you weren't ashamed of it, but you much happier spending your time in your own shop and not thinking back to your old routine.

she shifts in her seat to look up at you, "i'm glad you were able to escape that shit hole, beautiful," she says quietly, careful of the words she chooses, "do you still remember that night?"

your movements halt immediately at her questions and you felt her eyes laying heavily on you, watching every single movement. the way you took a deep breath, trying not to appear nervous around her. the mere thought of that night made you feel butterflies in your stomach and wetness in your core.

"i do," you confess. without meeting her eyes, you continue your maintenance on her bionic arm in your lap, trying to suppress the urge of jumping into her lap and kissing her senseless. "do you?" you ask in almost a whisper, unsure if you even wanted to know the answer.

when she didn't, your eyes travelled to hers in question. she seemed to be in deep thoughts as well before she asked "how couldn't i?"

her eyes finally meet yours and you recognise such sincerity and trust in them, you couldn't help the soft smile that sneaks onto your lips.

"you were the only thing on my mind in this cruel world," she continues, making you feel several things at once. "and i don't even know your name."

you chuckled and referred your eyes back to your almost finished work, concentrating on exchanging the pipes.

"so, you're not even going to tell me?" she asks amused.

"what, my name?" you act oblivious, knowing exactly what she wanted. now it was her turn to chuckle at your teasing. "you can be a pain in the ass, you know that?"

you shake your head in disbelief with a smile on your lips as you screw on the last iron plate on her arm.

"move it," you command and she obliges. she moves her joints, making the shimmer that was left in her tank fuel her new pipe, while moving it a few more times in several directions. you've never seen machinery working with shimmer so closely. you wonder how the metal felt like against your skin.

ripping you out of your trance, she stands up. right in front you, almost between your legs, which you desperately wanted to close at the sight as you felt your pussy clench.

"thank you," she looks at you, her eyes wandering from your neck down to the rest of your body. it's like she can't help herself, checking you out as you sit on her cloak next to your work instruments.

"you even look beautiful in your casual attire," she whispers as her eyes meet yours again.

"so," you wrap your index finger through her choker, "how about taking it off and see what's hidden underneath?" you cock your head before you pull her closer. your legs are opened by her thighs between them as she looks down at you, clearly surprised by your boldness. "i don't fuck nameless girls," she says in an equal tone to her low chuckle.

you take a quick look at her lips, wondering what they would feel like on yours. "didn't seem so last time we've seen each other."

your finger is still wrapped around her chocker as you grin. she didn't answer. she knows you're messing with her.

she places her arms on each of your sides, the sounds of her bionic arm moving leaving a shudder throughout your body. she's dangerously close.

"if i remember correctly, last time you've fucked yourself, princess."

shocked by her comment, your grin fades as you suddenly remember how you rode her in that brothel, eagerly chasing your orgasm as she guided you through it.

you let go of her choker and rest your hand at the back of her neck instead, caressing the soft strands of brunette hair as you try to maintain yourself.

"y/n," you whisper. Sevika's eyes widen at first, but a slight grin sets on her lips at the sound of your name.

"beautiful name, princess," she whispers back and you feel her breath on your lips with each sound she speaks.

you close your eyes as you feel her full lips grazing yours. "y/n," she whispers repeatedly. her lips finally touch yours, first cautiously but confident after a few seconds of lingering. you copy her motions and gasp when her tongue grazes your lower lip.

pressing her more firmly against yourself, you part your lips for her tongue to enter. she faintly tastes like cigarettes, but more of a harsh liquor you can't really pinpoint. your arms cling desperately around her neck, feeling her torso pressed around yours in your heated kiss. you lock her against your core with your legs around her hips, moaning as she leaves your lips to leave kisses on your neck. "you have no idea how often i thought of kissing you," she whispers before she trails down kisses to your exposed shoulder and collarbone, licking the line of it and pressing soft bites against your sweet spots.

instead of responding, you pull her up again and lock your lips together. you press your lower body against her in search of the friction you desperately seek, but with no success. her lips form into a smirk against your lips as she realises what you're seeking.

frustrated, you separate yourself from her and motion for her to step aside, so you could jump of the counter. "i have a bed upstairs," you tell her. Sevika stands there confused, but god does she look hot. her lips are glazed from your spit and her hair looks slightly tousled from your hand that clung to it.

she doesn't let you move, though. instead, her hands are pressed firmly on your side as she still stand between your legs. "i thought that might be more comfortable..." you say, unsure of the current situation. she shifts in her stance to let you stand up.

"fuck, yes. i mean, yes, let's go upstairs," she chuckles after stumbling over her own words and her bionic arm moves to gesture you to lead the way. you laugh at her sudden awkwardness but go ahead to lock up your shop.

walking up the stairs, you fumble for your home's keys. Sevika followed you closely behind, touching your waist and kissing your neck as you try to unlock the door, a sigh escapes your lips as you try to unlock your door.

as the door closes behind you, she pins you against it. her hand holds your wrist against the door as she kisses you feverishly. her bionic arm slips beneath your ass to lift you up, so you could wrap your legs around her hips. you press your breasts against her, trying to seek for any further touches. "the bed, Sev," you say between kisses, too occupied to actually resist her touch.

she ignores your words and losses her grip on your wrists instead to wander to the buttons of your shirt, never breaking the kiss. "patience, beautiful," she whispers as her lips leave yours to press a kiss on your cheek. "we have all night, right?"

your arms find their way back around her neck, playing with her loose hair. "please," you respond, your eyes making contact with hers. you peck her lips before you say, "i want to touch you, too."

her head falls onto your shoulder as she groans, "you make me loose my composure so easily," before looking back into your eyes with need and desperation "do you realise that?"

you grin at her confession and kiss her hot and wet, moaning into the kiss as she continues to unbutton your shirt until your bra is exposed to her hand. she grazes the outlines with her fingertips, making a shudder run through your body as you gasp. you press your chest into her touch and she gladly responds with cupping your breast while biting your lower lip.

her index finger grazes your puffy nipple through your bra and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips.

she pecks you one last time with a smile, before looking around your small flat, seemingly inspecting your small setup where your bedroom and living room are combined to your cozy grove.

her hand moves to your back, stabilising you in her arms before she finally heads to your bed to lay you down on it, watching you as you lay there with your undone shirt and the few strands that escaped your hairstyle completely wordless.

similar to her, you exhale at the sight in front of you. Sevika is still fully clothed, so you pull her down by her collar to kiss her hard, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her body on top of you. "take this off," she whispers against your lips, her bionic hand gripping your shirt as her hand sneaks behind your neck to tilt your head for her to suck.

she kisses and bites your sweet spot, disrupting your motion of pulling your shirt off and making your eyes roll back in pleasure. you moan her name in frustration before she finally let's go.

"this too," she tells you as she eyes every little detail on your torso. when you take your bra off, her bionic hand cups your breast. the sharp and cold details of her metallic hand exposed on one of your most sensitive parts of your body leave you breathing hard, moaning as her pointy fingers pinch and twist your nipple. "you have no idea how often i thought of touching them since that night," her eyes are not leaving your chest as she confesses.

"you could've touched them that night," you respond, your hand finding the back of her head as you play with her small ponytail. after hearing your words she looks at you, almost with a shocked expression on her face. "there's no way i would have touched you without your consent," she tells you. surprised by this sudden turn, you move up to rest your weight on your elbows, looking at her in disbelief. "but you payed for that night with me," you state, still confused by what she just said.

she's just as surprised as you, cupping your cheek softly as she spoke, "y/n, i would never do anything to you without your consent. do you know that?" she asks you, her eyes never leaving yours as she spoke. you've never experienced any sex partner expressing their respect to you verbally. and fuck, this is probably the moment you realise you have feelings for this woman in front of you. you nod in response, still overwhelmed from your thoughts and feelings. she smiles at you as she says, "good girl."

your soaking pussy almost purred at that nickname. kissing her quick but softly, you grind your clothed hips against hers as you kiss a trail down her neck to her exposed collarbone.

she exhales heavily at your motions before saying, "tell me what you want, beautiful."

"i want you to fuck me," you respond after hesitating, still nibbling at her collarbone as a soft moan escapes her.

"with this," you continue as you grind stronger onto her clothed cunt than before.

her bionic arm holds herself on the bed as her fingers trace your curves. "with my fingers?" she teases as she opens your trousers with her other hand slowly.

your lips move up to her ear, licking and biting her soft skin. "no," you whisper, "with this."

you press the seam of her jeans with your fingers against her clit, making her grip your hips hard from your sudden touch. "fuck," she mutters in response, clearly trying to compose herself before she continues to fully undress you.

"under one condition," she starts as she takes in your naked body with hungry eyes, "i'll have a taste before i fuck you," she unbuttons her shirt, revealing a dark bandeau bra beneath. she's in a hurry, so she won't bother to take off her unbuttoned shirt, but moves on by removing her jeans as well as underwear in one go.

you try to take a peek at her body, but she immediately kneels between your legs to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, dragging her motions slowly to your soaking pussy as her hands hold you firm beneath her touch. feeling her breath on your clit, you whine from sensitivity, gripping the sheets beneath you as she finally tastes you for the first time.

both of you moan from the touch, your hips stutter beneath her strong hands. she eats you out like a starving woman, humming at the sounds you're making. your clit is circled by her tongue as she softly bites and sucks before your legs start shaking from the pleasure that builds up in your lower belly.

she moves her arm from your thigh to press softly against it, realising how close you are. "come on my tongue," she tells you, intensifying her motions as you come hard. the way you moan her name sounds similar to a scream, your thighs pressing against her head as you throw your head back in pleasure.

she gently guides you through it by licking in decreasing motions, careful of your sensitivity. as your calming down, she kisses your clit one last time before she straightens herself to watch you after your first high.

her lips and chin are glistening from her pussy and strands that were originally framing her face now hang loosely. "you did so well, beautiful," she whispers, climbing on top of you to press kisses into your face. "fuck, you really sent me to another dimension," you confess, laughing a litte at the absurdity. she chuckles at your words, grinning as she examines your face.

"are you still down for another round?" she asks carefully, giving you the space you might need, but you nod as you smile at her. she kisses you before she straightens again to manhandle your legs, placing one on her shoulder as she moves her own over your other to align with your pussy, not starting just yet. she caresses the long on her shoulder as she presses kisses along with it.

she looks absolutely breathtaking while doing it. you feel her pussy kissing yours, and fuck, she's driving you crazy. the unbuttoned shirt exposes the abs you eyed earlier through the tightness of her shirt. her v-line is deeply defined, even more when she starts to slowly grind against you. her pointy bionic fingers suddenly press into your thigh as she gasps from the pleasure she suddenly receives. her grey eyes watch you heavily, making sure you're alright with her pace as she slowly picks it up.

"you feel so good," you whimper as you meet her motions by copying hers, crying from the sensitivity from your earlier orgasm. "fuck- i'm close again."

she grins at your confession, pushing herself harder on your clit as you cry out from the friction. she's mostly quiet, but a gasp escapes her lips anytime you improve your speed.

"come with me, y/n" she leans down, kissing you with so much passion as her eyebrows furrow in pleasure. you moan into the kiss, your breasts moving with each thrust as your nipples graze against the cotton of her bandeau. you felt your orgasm creeping, but you weren't ready for the intensity it comes with. you cry out against her lips, holding her against you as you feel her groaning from her own orgasm. both your hips stutter in your motions before you stop to look at her.

her head rests in the nape of your neck and the only thing you feel is her hot breath against your skin. as you untangle your legs, you kiss on the side of her head. "are you alright?" you ask after several seconds of silence.

she vaguely nods, still maintaining her breath before she answers "you have no idea what you're doing to me."

you smile as you caress her hair through your fingers. "i'd love to figure it out in the future," you continue, making space between your faces so you could look at her as you speak. "this idea you've just mentioned," you clarify as she looks at you speechless.

she kisses you passionately after a few seconds, smiling as she realises what you were suggesting.

"let me take you to dinner after your shift tomorrow?" she asks as her thumb trails your cheekbone. you nod, kissing her on the cheeks before you answer "gladly."

you both fall asleep, and sooner or later date nights with Sevika become your favourite traditions as you two engage in a passionate, but intimate relationship with each other.

tags: @sevsbaby @womenathleteshaveme @macaroni676

masterlist

[imsofreakingtired]

sevika gets drunk and ends up forgetting about her own wife and ends up in the brothel, and reader end up knowing all, but dont have courage enough to confront her, but she noticed the changes on your behavior like, dont wanting kisses often, dont wanting to cudlle at nigh or worried when she tells you that she have to work and etc.

(I am obsseeeed how you write angst, mwah mwah)

- 🧸

ohh absolutely. i love that idea<3 also tysmm!

leave you with nothing

content warning(s): idiot lesbians (slight angst) (not too bad i swear)

"are you sick of me? would you like to be? i'm trying to tell you something something that i've already said"

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i think she would get drunk only when work was really stressing her out. or if her sense of self-worth is just at an all-time low (i’m thinking of the time silco dead up ordered her to help with a dead body, which was shocking even to renni, who was literally the mother of the victim.) when she feels trapped, hopeless, powerless, like the enterprise isn’t getting zaun anywhere closer to its ultimate goal. she doesn’t want to confide in you about this, she wants to keep up a front of stoic confidence to you, because she’s afraid if she reveals herself to be vulnerable you will leave her. 

so she drinks her troubles away and tells herself she’ll clear everything up to you in the morning if you ask why she came home late, she tells herself she’ll just play a round of cards or two with her drinking mates, that you’ll never know the difference (never thinks she’s more sober than when she’s stinking drunk.) 

one drink leads to another and she’s vaguely aware of her desire for something else that night - a woman’s touch, a woman’s voice, someone to hold her and tell her she is doing alright. she’s too drunk to remember where she’s felt this before, who has held her like this, and all she is aware of is an all-consuming loneliness that threatens to devour her alive. she’s thrown back into the old days before she met you, when all that awaited her after a hard day’s work was an empty apartment strewn with emptier liquor bottles. she doesn’t want to go back to this home. 

so she makes her way to babette’s, incredibly calm and collected—she’s good at playing sober when she wants to, and babette is surprised to see her check in— isn’t she married? — but she asks no questions and Sevika sees a woman who kind of looks like you. the eyes. the shape of the face. the hips, the way she moves in the dusky light. she picks her immediately. 

she’s too drunk to care about how it might look, asking the woman if it’s alright if she just lay with her head in the woman’s lap. telling her to stroke her hair and let her sleep for a while. even on the walk here she was hot with desire, but now she just wants to rest and hear the pretty words you would whisper in her ear when you thought she was asleep. 

she comes home at around 4 in the morning and promptly passes out on the couch, not even bothering to change. smelling of someone else’s perfume. you find her there in the morning and she doesn’t remember a single thing except that the coins in her pocket are gone. 

you know the signs; you’re not stupid, but you don’t want to think the worst. until you overhear Chuck talking to some of the patrons at the last drop. 

“yeah, Sevika was here, swept the table and then left in the middle of the round talking about Babette’s.” “Babette’s?? doesn’t she have a wife?” 

you wander through the rooms in a daze for the rest of the day as you wait for Sevika to come home. you’re furious at first, then you’re cold with dread. was it you? had you done something wrong to make her want something else, someone else? 

you don’t want to confront her, you’ve convinced yourself by now that whatever it was, it must have been something you did wrong, and even though you can’t think of a single time Sevika seemed angry or even unhappy with you, you can’t bring yourself to start the conversation. 

she comes home tired and her eyes light up when she sees you. when she tries to kiss you, you turn your face away. her hand reaches for your waist, you dodge her touch. 

“baby, what’s with you?” she asks. “i smell funny or what?”

yeah, you smell of babette’s. you smell of liquor. you smell of lies. 

“nothing. i’m tired. you want dinner?” 

“i ate already,” she says. “i’m going to bed.” 

okay, so we’re playing ignorant, you think. two can play at that game. 

as the days go on you avoid her more and more. you still clean up after her in the apartment, cook her meals, wash and mend her clothes as usual. but you don’t stay up waiting for her to come home, and you don’t let her kiss you in bed. Sevika’s at a complete loss—she’s never seen you this way before. unlike you, she’d never wonder if maybe she were at fault. if she feels she hasn’t done wrong, she’d stick to that conviction to the bitter end. but it exasperates her, the way you elude her touches, answer her with monosyllables, stare at her with a strange apprehension in your eyes when you think she isn’t looking. 

“i’m working late tonight,” she tells you one day. “don’t wait up.” 

you feel your heart drop. she’s already a regular for someone at babette’s, you know it. 

“what time do you think you’ll be back?” you ask, a little too quickly. 

she looks at you oddly. you’ve never asked her this before. “i’ll be back when i’m back.” her brows furrow in concern. “why, is something wrong?” 

“no,” you say. 

after she leaves you pace the apartment for about an hour before making up your mind and running out into the street. hood over your face so you won’t be recognized, you run straight to Babette’s and burst through the doors, ignoring the strange looks you receive. no one deters you—you were also a frequent patron before you met Sevika, but you see the workers look at you and whisper to one another. it only confirms your suspicions. you reach Babette’s office and she looks up at you in surprise. 

“can i help you, hon?” 

“Sevika,” you say breathlessly. “how many times has she checked in here?” 

her brows lift. she checks her records. “i don’t do this for anyone, you know - confidential information. but since you’re her wife…”

“how many times, please?” 

she looks up at you. “just once. a month ago. she seemed inebriated. stayed only for two hours.” 

just once? and drunk? Sevika, drunk? you couldn’t imagine it if you tried.

you walk back out of the brothel, barely thinking of where you’re going, barely thinking at all, when you hear a familiar voice call out your name. 

Sevika’s walking swiftly down the street towards you, her eyes dark. 

“what are you doing here?” she asks, grabbing your wrist. 

“what am I doing here?” you shoot back. “i’m here finding out what you were doing here!” 

she looks up at the sign of Babette’s place, as if she can’t understand what you mean. “i haven’t stepped foot in this place,” she growls. 

“Babette’s records say otherwise.” your voice is cold. 

then it all comes back to her at once. Sevika’s lips part slightly as she recalls that night, the desperation, the way she had lain in another woman’s lap. 

“baby,” she says. “listen.” 

“i’m done listening,” you snap, and turn on your heel. you walk away from her, leaving her behind on the street outside Babette’s.  

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note: pt. 2 is here!

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[stoneexo]

hey my babes, so i've been super overwhelmed with school and work lately (literally spent 3hrs trying to get home yesterday in what is normally a 45min drive, love canadian winter), so i'm a little late on this for y'all and i'm so sorry :') so here is the little sevika blurb that i promised to keep you occupied while i try to wrap up the vi x reader fic & proof read it! unless you guys don't want it proof read? (lmk)

anyways, enjoy!!

sevika was used to fucking, and she was used to giving a good strap-down treatment. after all, she had always preferred to touch than be touched. but there was something completely different when it came to you, underneath her like this, bent over so pretty while she pounded you stupid. she was used to being rough, the drooling, the scratching at her partner's hips as she forced herself impossibly deeper into whoever's cunt she happened to be fucking that night. she was used to the control. the power. but with you, it all went out the window.

she wanted to touch you so badly. no, she needed to. her flesh hand wanders around your body, exploring every mountain and valley on your body while she gets drunk on the sounds you make under her. she wasn't used to this, to having a need like this. to not being in control. even though you were the one pinned beneath her, back arched and body on full display. everything about you was intoxicating, the way you bounced back on her, the pretty mewls and moans that left your lips in between the cries of her name. and when you reached back to hold her warm hand that was now gripping a fistful of your ass, practically sobbing on her dick, she knew damn well that you were calling the shots now. as she hunched over you, pressing even deeper, drool dripping down your back as she rutted mindlessly into you, sevika knew she would do anything you asked of her now.

something about you like this just did something to her; it was better than drinking, better than smoking, better than shimmer, better than anything else this world had to offer, she was sure of it. she bit down into your shoulder in an effort to contain herself, her hips snapping into yours violently as you struggled to speak in your fucked out state. "d—don't fu—ckin' stop 'vika!" you stammered out, voice pitchy and breathless as the words struggled to come out. sevika only bit down harder into your shoulder in response, causing you to moan yet again.

sevika had experienced phantom limbs before with her arm, but never like this. she swore she could feel you clenching around her cock, impossibly wet, pussy fluttering with each stroke. and it felt like heaven on earth. whatever she had done to deserve this, she would do it a million times over if it meant spending one second longer in your perfect pussy. "ha—i'm gonna c—cum!" you squeaked out, grabbing onto the sheets desperately as sevika ravished your body, squeezing all over as you approached the edge.

"come on doll, give it to me." she murmured— no, demanded, laying a kiss where she had been biting previously, before licking it, her voice breathy and sultry. and you did just that, cumming nearly on command to her desprate rutting.

and that's what did her in, you were sure, as you heard a desperate whimper escape the stoic copper-skinned woman's lips as you clenched around her strap. the nails of her metal claw dug into your hips as her thrusting stuttered. but as quick as the pause came, it went, and she was pounding you even harder than before, leading to your explosive end as you sobbed out underneath her. sevika had never needed someone like this before; so bad that she lost all control of her body, that she made pathetic sounds like this. and she was mortified by the noises she was making, to say the least.

sevika bit her lip and tried to fight back another whine but she couldn't help it as you squeezed her hand and her cock yet again— and she found herself wishing she could be inside you like this for real as she struggled not to cum herself just from your body and pleasure. she tried to stifle the noises, biting her lip so hard she knew it was bleeding, but that fell apart the moment your begging began. "p—please baby w—anna hear yo—u!" you pleaded, body shaking from the overstimulation as she ravaged your body.

and sevika did let go, a flurry of whines and whimpers escaping her lips as she destroyed your cunt till you couldn't take it anymore, making sure you were good and fucked out before she began to slow. you were in a daze of euphoria beneath her as she pulled out and you collapsed on the bed. sevika only left you to retrieve a towel and a glass of water, fully intent on cleaning you up and showering you with kisses as she finds you passed out on your bed.

(you make sure to let her know the next morning, however, that you'll need to hear her like that more often...)

[trender-official]

Whiskey Burns My Throat | Chapter One

Sevika x Doctor!Reader | 4.4k words

Cowritten with my friend Migi

Sevika is tired of Silcos shit. Why was she wasting her time watching over this stupid doctor? And why is she so hot?

Or, slow burn lesbian romance with our beloved Sevika.

Reader is almost an oc but she has no appearance or name lol

Sometimes, Sevika hated her job. For the most part, she either didn’t mind it, or even outright liked it. Being the right hand woman of Zaun’s widely accepted leader had its perks. The pay, for one, was great. She had slowly gotten used to not having to scavenge and scrap on the streets for any little thing she could get her hands on to sell. Now, she had a permanent residence paid off in full, and she hadn’t gone hungry in what felt like forever. She even had plenty of cogs to gamble away at Silco’s bar most nights. And the brothel, if she really needed to let off some steam.

She never could have imagined this for herself, not in a million years. And Silco, he had a real shot at this, a real shot at making something of this shit ridden city. That was all she really cared about. It was why she left Vander all those years ago, after he’d refused to take a stand against those fascist Pilties. She was still bitter about that.

An added bonus was scaring the topsiders. A smirk formed on her face as she thought about it. It was funny, being able to send them running with their tail tucked between their shitty little legs, quivering with genuine fear. Not just of her, but of what Silco would do to them if he found out they fucked with her. So she was on a power kick, sue her.

But this… She didn’t like this.

She stood outside a tent, looking scary enough- which wasn’t hard by any means- to keep anyone who would start shit away, having a keen eye for those people, unfortunately. But she also kept an eye out for clients, people suffering from shimmer. Shimmer was the drug that Silco started distributing after becoming the unofficial-official leader of Zaun.

When injected, shimmer gives you a rush. A rush of power, and enhanced abilities, as well as that feel good high you’d get from other substances. But… with every high comes a cost. It’s highly addictive of course, and has dangerous side effects, like the creation of deteriorating spores that eat away at your limbs in random spots.

Inside the very tent, was a stupid fucking Plitie prick. A stupid Piltie prick who Silco was making her protect. A stupid Piltie prick who was a doctor, treating the symptoms of shimmer and pollution that racked the citizens of Zaun, keeping them healthy enough to bring in profit- but sick enough to keep coming back. Unknowingly by anyone but herself, for the most part, and Silco made sure of that. It was a cruel joke, honestly. A smart, but dangerously cruel one. She would never admit this, but part of her felt bad for the Piltie. She had no idea she was participating in the repeated cycle of addiction and corruption.

A shuffle came from inside, the tent sliding open. A nother patient slinked out, his legs shaking like he was about to collapse at any second. But his face, that was the real kicker. It was a pale gray in color, sores and bumps growing along the side of it, red and irritated from the cleaning it just got. The doctor followed right after, with her hand helping him along cautiously. “Please, follow my directions. Keep the wounds clean and covered, and try to mix up where you inject it, otherwise it’ll just keep corroding the one spot” she said, her voice sounding almost robotic, mainly because she had said that to every other patient that came in with the same issues.

“I’ll try… Thank you, Ma’am.” The person said with a hesitant smile, voice careful and withdrawn. Most people didn’t say anything, just leaving as fast as they could. Or they’d bite out hurtful and spiteful words, despite the doctors efforts of healing them. They don’t wan’t to believe she was real, that she was fully committed to leaving her Piltover life behind for this shithole. Sevika didn’t. She had to be lying… spying, or something, gaining all the information she can to turn in to the topsiders and ruin everything that they’ve worked so fucking hard for. And silco was just letting it happen!

Her voice snapped Sevika out of her thoughts, the permanent scowl on her face deepening. “Of course. Just be safe. As safe as you can be.” The doctor said, sending him off with a wave and a small bag of things to help for the week. A care package, if you will, equipped with a small pale of water, 2 pieces of bread, and some new socks to keep warm.

The doctor looked up at Sevika and smiled. She didn’t smile back. She looked dejected and disappointed, she wanted Sevika to like her. She wanted most people to like her. It made her feel like she was doing a good job, and fueled her to do even better.

She called the next patient up, her voice a little less confident than usual. She took another glance at Sevika as she turned to walk back in the tent, after allowing the patient in. Sevika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, continuing to glare at the most suspicious-looking person sitting in the alley nearby. She was already tired of this girl, and they’d only been working together a few days.

This was the last patient of the day, as the sun was starting to go down and the more violent citizens would be coming out now. After the last patient came out of the tent, the doctor nodded to Sevika, letting her know it was good to start dismissing everyone.

“Alright! Time to get going.” Sevika said, raising her arms. “Let’s go! Get!” She said to the few who dared to stay and try to fight it. They didn’t stay much longer.

The doctor leaned against one of the poles, the one Sevika had been leaning against, watching her as she shooed away the crowd. She smiled, though this time not as big. Sevika turned back to her, her scowl not faltering. “Wanna drink?” She asked, holding the tent flap open.

Sevika sighed. She knew she couldn’t leave until she got home. So she didn’t have much of a choice. Sevika had to lean down to enter the tent and stay hunched while inside to fit. She shuffled her way over to the small couch poised in front of a coffee table and a rolling chair. Sevika laid an arm across the top of the couch, spreading her legs.

The doctor pulled out a bottle of whiskey, one too expensive to be found down here, but not expensive enough to be considered good by Piltover standards. “I heard you liked this.” The doctor’s eyes glanced down over Sevika’s body nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling suddenly more out of place than ever.

“You asked Silco about me?” Her eyebrow raised, “Only other person who can get it here is Silco.” She said, not reaching for the glass. The doctor licked her lips nervously.

“Well…yes. Consider it a gift. I don’t really like the stuff.” She said, handing the entire bottle over to her.

“You bought whiskey you don’t like?” Her voice was flat, void of teasing, of lightheartedness. “What, just to impress me?” Sevika said with a laugh of disbelief and slight secondhand embarrassment.

The doctor turned red and stuttered. “I-I don’t know- I just thought of you when I saw it. Is it so bad to get a gift for a new co-worker?” She felt scrutinized when Sevika turned her eyes back to her, and she was right to.

Sevika scanned her up and down. She frowned. The doctor suddenly felt insecure under her gaze. “I’m not going to like you. You can stop trying to make me.” She moved and crossed her arms, her muscles slightly bulging around her shirt. The doctor swallowed.

“I… I don’t think that’s true. If you got to know me-“ She said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Oh shut up. I already know how you're gonna be. All you Pilties are the same.” Sevika glared at her, making the doctor shrink back into her chair. “You’re all arrogant assholes who think we need you. We don’t. Any of our doctors could do the same thing as you.” She stood up and looked down over her. “I don’t know why Silco wants you here. But don’t think because I’m doing this I trust you. I’m doing this for him. Not you.”

Sevika turned and walked outside, to which the doctor sighed heavily. Her face was red and hot with embarrassment. She looked down at the glass, contemplating. Normally she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a fan of not being in control.

Quickly, she snatched it up and took a fat sip. It burned her throat, feeling foreign on her tongue, but the taste reminded her of how Sevika made her feel.

Outside, Sevika stood over the flap to the tent, casting a shadow inside. She squinted at the sound of racing feet stamping down the alley. She saw the shadow of a person carrying someone before she saw them. “Help! Fuck- Fuck, we need help!” A man shouted as he rounded the corner. Sevika pushed herself straight.

“What’s wrong?” She shouted to them.

“I- I don't know- I found him in a pool of vomit- Please, I know there’s a doctor here, you have to help.” He said as he fell to the ground from the weight of the person on his thin, unmuscled arms.

Sevika ran over and scooped the man up, inspecting the wound, a hole in the middle of his thigh, aligned with purple veins and disgusting bubbles filled with bodily fluid. Shimmer. Of course. She turned to the tent and brought the man over, shoving her way through with her shoulder.

The doctor looked up, alarm on her face. She heard the yelling, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She had stayed inside in worry of a fight. “What?” She said as Sevika moved the man to be held over her shoulder and swept everything off the coffee table.

“He’s overdosing. You need to be quick.” Sevika said, laying him down as quickly as she could while still being gentle. She stood back, breathing surprisingly slowly, she seemed calm. It didn’t surprise Sevika herself, but the doctor was impressed. She really shouldn’t be surprised Sevika knows how to handle herself in stressful situations. You don’t get where she is not being able to.

“Do you know what on?” The doctor said, not having the chance to see the wound yet, snapping on gloves as quickly as she possibly could.

“No. Probably shimmer…” Sevika stood back, giving her room to work. She hated seeing this, knowing she helped it happen.

“Okay…” she sounded defeated, tired, “get me the Naloxone and a scalpel… please.” She said, having to remind herself not to bark orders out. Before coming down here- before uprooting her entire life, she had assistants and staff; people hired to help her without question or need for respect, as bad as that sounds. She pointed to the place she kept them, on the other side of the tent where there was a small box filled with all the supplies she could carry.

Sevika obeyed, not interested in protecting her dignity over someone’s life. The doctor began to wipe at the tumors growing on his thigh, deemed to be the injection site. The smell was awful… The wounds weren’t bleeding- not actively, there were signs of past bleeding, dried blood, and scabs topping every growth. They weren’t like shimmer growths, they were almost straight black. It was like his body was growing them just for them to rot. The doctor quickly administered the Naloxone, which evened out his breathing somewhat.

She took a deep breath, as well as she could with the thick smell of decay in the air, readied the scalpel. As soon as she cut into the pustule, it exploded, luckily missing her face, but it coated her hand and the table. Her eyes widened, as the smell assaulted her nose and mouth. She coughed, backing away. She knew this smell. She knew what this was.

“Fucking- Shit!” She yelled. “Back up! Get back!” She yelled at Sevika. She rushed to wipe her hands off on a cloth nearby. Just exposure to this could have negative effects on the human body. “It’s fake shimmer! Don’t touch it!”

“What? What does that mean?” Sevika asked, her instincts pushed her to pull the doctor away from the body, but she stopped herself. She seemed genuinely scared- Sevika thought it might be better to listen to her here.

“It means it’s toxic! We need to get him out of here!” She said, ripping off the ruined gloves and retrieving two pairs of new ones. “Come on- You need to help me.”

“Help you what?!”

“Get him out of here!”

“What? No! You need to help him!” Sevika said, grabbing her arm. “He’s your patient. You’re a doctor! This is your job!” She leaned over a little to tower over her, trying to scare her into listening.

“We can’t help him now! That stuff- You can’t bring someone back after they’re too far gone.” She tried to pull her arm away, only making Sevika rip her closer. Her chest pressed up to Sevika’s rib. Sevika’s breasts were almost in her face. She tried her best to not look, but couldn’t help to spare a few glances.

“That can’t be true. You have to do something.” Sevika growled.

“Anything I can do will just make him suffer longer! Is that really worth it?” She yelled back, pushing up. “I’ve done this before, the only thing treatment guarantees is more pain!”

Sevika glared silently and released her arm. Her face tightened once more before she turned away and stalked outside. The man who carried him in looked at her with a scared face. He clearly heard all of that. She looked down and sighed, closing her eyes. She wasn’t one to offer comfort to others.

Back inside the tent, the doctor was rushing to get the new gloves on. She searched her supplies and luckily found a vial of morphine. She bit her lip to hold back tears. It’s been awhile since she’d handled this kind of stress. She pushed herself up and slowly walked over to the patient. She’d give all that was left in the bottle, just enough to cause an overdose. He’d fall asleep, never to wake up again. She took a glove off.

Solemnly, she injected the dose, holding his hand as she did it, letting him feel her skin. She knew he likely wasn’t here already, but he was alive enough to feel pain. No one deserved to go out like this.

After… It happened, she came out, having taken off the button up that had the rot on it, now just in an undershirt. The man looked at her with wide eyes. She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She had taken off the other glove already. She walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. He himself was not looking very good, tumors from shimmer beginning to appear on his arms and face. His breathing was weezy from the pollution. “You did your best. He was likely already too far gone by the time you found him.” The man shuddered. He didn’t cry. This was the undercity. No one here had their life guaranteed.

As the man left, both Sevika and the doctor went back into the tent. Sevika stared at the body as the doctor retrieved the whisky from earlier. “I’m gonna drink.” She said, an indirect invite to join.

“Give me a glass.”

She nodded and poured two glasses. She handed it to Sevika and she downed it in almost a minute. “What did you do to him?” She asked.

“I gave him morphine. Too much to survive. He wasn’t going to anyway.”

“You could’ve given him a chance.” Sevika frowned, still staring at the lifeless body.

“The only chance he would’ve had is if we stopped him from taking it in the first place.” She said quietly, walking back to the couch. She looked at the body, then back to Sevika. “I did what I could.”

“You- You fuckin’ killed him! You did what you could- Bullshit!” Sevika threw the glass, it shattered against the ground louder than expected.

The doctor jumped, looking like a child watching her parents fighting. “He was going to die anyway! Much more painfully!” She said, standing up.

“You act like I haven’t seen this kind of thing before-“ The doctor defended herself, her cheeks growing warm. She hated conflict, especially the kind that involved being alone with a large woman in a tent that was secluded. Not that she was worried Sevika would do anything. Silco needed her, or at least that’s what he made it seem like…

“But I have.” she finished off, her voice raw and full of heavy emotions. “There’s been nights you weren’t here, where I stayed up for hours monitoring and watching, holding people's hands while they suffered a pain I caused them.. you don’t get to come in here and poke fingers at me when I’m the one who has to end their lives!”

By the end she was panting, her once neatly tied back hair now framed her face from all the excitement. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, grief, and something else that she couldn’t quite place herself.

Sweat dripped from her forehead in little droplets that beaded onto her chest, now more exposed from having to dispose of the contaminated shirt from before. The soft glow of the lanterns lighting up the tent illuminated her face, highlighting the curl of her lips that were currently in a snarl, and the thicker furrowed brows that were slowly returning to their normal resting position as she calmed down.

“You fucking…” Sevika trailed off, her tongue running over her teeth. Her eyes trailed down her body, lavishing over her without care. If she weren’t royally pissed off right now, she may have found her hot. Sevika frowned and glared at her. “Fine. Too fucking late now.” She came closer, observing the body. “How do we dispose of it- of him.” She knew she was too used to people simply being ‘its’.

The doctor shifted on her feet, just now starting to feel the dull ache settle in from being on them all day. She knew exactly how she disposed of them, she’d been doing it for quite some time now. But… she didn’t want to say. It was, frankly, too embarrassing. Too vulnerable.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” the doctor brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat from it, cringing a little at the wetness. She stepped back, grabbing the bottle of the now half full whiskey and brought it to her lips, taking a good, 5 second chug. She resisted the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar taste, and the burning that took hostage of her throat. Wiping her lips after, and ignoring the salty taste of her own skin, she placed the bottle back down, steadying herself on her desk.

“That’s enough for you, little girl.” Sevika said with a smirk that said ‘I’m better than you.’ Her attitude switched too quickly to be anything but forced. She had to be fine with death. There was nothing for her but. “Give it here.” She said as she yanked the bottle from her hands with her metal arm, Sevika’s unnatural strength too much to fight. Her arm rotated in strange ways to lift the bottle to her mouth, lips sealing around it as she chugged the rest of it. It took nearly ten seconds to finish. She smiled patronizingly and threw the bottle down next to the broken cup.

The doctor felt her eye twitch, a low growl bubbling from the back of her throat. “I have enough shit to deal with here, I don’t need to add ‘cleaning up temper tantrums’ or pissing contests to my agenda” The alcohol was already starting to take effect, her head growing heavy with a buzz that left her feeling fearless, and unaware of the consequences she might have to face come morning time.

Sevika snickered. “Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one that made the doctor feel any better. It was almost sickening. She looked ravenous. She looked like she need to either fuck or fight someone. “But remember, I only take your orders because Silco says I should.” She said, her smile slipping. She turned and started to walk away before turning back. “And watch your mouth. You don’t wanna fuck with me.” She flashed a smirk then left the tent, leaving the mess behind her. Though, she didn’t leave, not fully, she stayed in the area. She wanted to see what she would do with the body, her curiosity too strong to fight. Today, anyway.

The doctor ran a hand through her hair, her other stabilizing herself on the table. A shaky sigh left her lips. Her thoughts were filled with confliction. Anger, frustration, and… attraction. It pissed her off.

With a huff, she turned and grabbed the items she would need to properly… dispose of the body laying next to her. Gloves, a shovel, a wheelbarrow, gasoline, and a match.

She covered herself with a spare coat she had, putting on her goggles, gloves, and a gas mask before she used the shovel to lift his body into the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles for support after with a pant. Bodies were heavy, and she wasn’t necessarily in the best shape, not like Sevika.

She made her way to the spot she always used, a secluded area at the end of Zaun’s fissure, Sevika in tow, though not to her knowledge.

The doctor tried to be gentle as she dumped the body from the hopper, wincing at the harsh sound his body made as he rolled from it, his limbs limply following in pursuit. She sighed, rubbing her damp forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. She hated this part.

She didn’t have the time to bury him, nor the stamina to dig the hole, so she relied on burning. She sat him up against the giant rock wall, positioning his body as someone taking a peaceful nap, closing his eyes with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, shoulders slumped, and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry normally, not anymore anyway, but tonight, with the mix of emotions and alcohol, she wasn’t in control of her tear ducts.

Sevika would’ve made a noise of disbelief, if it wouldn’t have gotten her spotted. She almost respected the efficiency she moved with, as if she had an ounce of control over herself. Even while drunk or high out of their mind, Zaunites always had to have control, at least over their tears and fear.

Although, there was something almost attractive about seeing a Piltie doing this kind of stuff. Something degenerate and sick, something that came from craving others to go through the pain she did. Or maybe, seeing something once so innocent be corrupted.

The doctor moved back, reaching for the bottle of gasoline, pouring it gently through his hair, watching as it dripped down his cheeks and jaw, and finally down to soak his clothing. Guilt bit at her, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. But surely, there had to be a way, somehow, to save people like him. She just hadn’t found it yet. And that was the worst part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she lit the match using her boot, setting the collar of his shirt ablaze, before putting it out on the ground and stepping back. She couldn’t watch him burn, that would simply be too much, in a way. She turned, shoulders still hunched in a sort of… defeat and shame. Shame that she couldn’t save him, or any of the other bodies she had done the same routine with. And defeat, that she didn’t even know where to start in being able to save those lost people, or any for that matter.

She didn’t think of herself as a healer, as a savior. No, that was bullshit. She knew she was just keeping these people alive until their shimmer addictions inevitably killed them. But what else was she supposed to do? Refuse them? It was all out of her hands now. She just had to trust that Silco was the man he said he was, and got the people of Zaun out of the mess that it was.

With a final sigh as her goodbye, she walked back to her tent, taking off everything she was wearing and throwing it to the ground to sanitize it later. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. So sleep she did, curled up on one of the cots, wallowing with the scratchy blanket that was left there by one of her past patients. Sleep took her dreamlessly, for once in her life, the alcohol helped with that.

Sevika watched the doctor walk away and finally reach a point where she couldn't see her. She felt herself relax, though not much. She left her hiding space, an overhang area she’d silently climbed up onto, lurching off of the platform and trudging over to the burning body. For a moment, she just stared, her face in a tight scowl.

The fumes burned her throat, but it took her a moment to even notice, waiting until she physically couldn’t take a breath. She put on the mask she carried with her, a cheap one that could fold small enough to hide. The air of the fissures itself usually wouldn't bother her, but she carried one just in case.

She felt her eyes burn with unshed tears of many years yearning to escape, the day- no, the months of grief and anger catching up on her. But she wouldn’t let them fall. Tears were a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.

Slowly, she reached for a compartment in her arm, where she held extra shimmer vials. She opened it, taking one and throwing it into the fire, as some sort of… offering. For forgiveness. She peeled off a piece of dead skin on her lip, savoring the pain and blood, before walking away, already missing the heat of the flames kissing her skin. Maybe she’d replace it with the heat of one of the brothel girls… She needed it.

[abbyslvrrr]

Fade into you pt.2

Boxer!sevika x topside!reader

Finally done part 2! (it literally took me a whole month) I kept losing motivation to write BUT I FINALLY FINISHED TODAY!! Hope y’all like it! (I don’t think I’ll continue this tbh) I feel like this kinda sucks ass can’t lie.

WC: 1167

The following day, you couldn't stop thinking about Sevika and the interaction you had with her. The way she got so close to you, the way she looked as she was sitting there and smoking her cigarette. Ugh, you needed to stop thinking of her seriously! Are you actually considering going back? She told you she had a fight next week and you were off next week. 

"Just stop it!” You knew your parents would freak out if they ever found out you went to the undercity, let alone thinking about going back there, but why was the thought of not seeing Sevika making you feel so down? As the next week started approaching, you finally made your decision to go and see Sevika again; you couldn't shake her out of your head. The problem was, you didn't want to tell Sam about it, but you also didn't know your way around the undercity. God, this was going to be a mission. 

You decide to wear something cute this time around—a long-sleeve low-cut shirt and a cute black skirt. For shoes, you went with black combat boots. You do your hair and makeup, grabbing your phone and bag ready to head out, when all of a sudden your mother walks in. 

“Where do you think you're going, young lady?” She questioned you. Shit, what would you say?

"Um, im going to Sams, yeah. She's having a little girls night!” praying that she believed you, sometimes it blew your mind that as an adult your mother was still so stuck with you. You actually hated it, but you didn't say anything about it. Your mother nodded her head.

"Okay, be safe honey. Text me when you get home, okay?” she said as she hugged you and left you be. You sighed and went out. You kind of felt bad for lying to your mother, but it was whatever at this point. Stepping out of your house, you try your best to remember the way Sam took you, and you find yourself where she took you last time. 

As you walk your way over to the fighting ring, you can't help but feel eyes all on you. ‘Of course they'd stare; you literally look like you're from the topside.’ you say to yourself. You get there and see Sevika already in the ring fighting her opponent. You manage to get yours close enough to see her. 

The guy she is fighting is like 2x bigger than her, and yet she's so unfazed by it. He lands a hit on Sevika and knocks her back, but only for a second because she's right back and hits him back so hard he goes flying back. There's a small break that was called; Sevika looks into the crowd and manages to spot you. She thought you were so easily spottable; you see her and smile at her. You see the blood on her face, probably a bloody nose. She sends a wink your way, and you swear you passed out there. After the break, Sevika and the guy were at it again. He goes to hit him, but Sevika has him figured out this time and blocks his punch, and she knocks him to the ground; he stays there, probably passed out. 

Sevika is declared winner once again, and everyone goes crazy like last week. Sevika motions to the back, where the little room is. You make your way through the busy crowd and step into the room.

“You came, doll.” Her voice boomed; god, her voice was like fucking music to your ears. Why is she making you feel this way? You could listen to her voice all day.

"Yeah, I did come back; I don’t really know why.” Suddenly, your shoes became the most interesting thing in the world. A part of you wanted to get to know Sevika, possibly befriend her, maybe something more. But knowing that Sevika was from the undercity and a boxer, you knew it could never happen. Feeling a warm hand grab your chin gently and lift it up broke you out of your little trance. You are met with Sevika's eyes; god, you could get lost in those eyes of hers. She leans in a bit closer.

"Oh, you know why, doll, don't play stupid with me. You wanted to come see me; that's why you're here.” You hated how right she was. She pulled away from you and backed away. 

“Lets celebrate my win doll." She opened the door for you, and you walked out. The bar was crowded, and so was the dance floor; you felt a bit nervous about this not really being your scene. She grabbed your hand and dragged you to a table where a couple other guys were seated. She pulled you to that table sitting down; you sat beside her. 

Everyone looked a bit intimidating to you. Someone approaches the table and hands Sevika a drink; of course they would know what she liked. She fights here and celebrates here. Sevika chugs down her drink before looking at you. 

“So what do you usually drink? Something fancy?” The truth was you never really drank; when you did drink, it was just a small bit of wine or a little champagne. You didn't even know if you should drink anything tonight; I mean, how would you even go home? 

"Oh, I usually have a bit of wine, but I don't think I'll drink tonight.” You explain to her; she lets out a small chuckle. God,  she was perfect. No! You can't be thinking of her like that. Her voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“I figured as much; I don't think you'd find the best kind around here.” Sevika says as she starts on her second drink of the night. Hours go by and you have amazing conversations with Sevika; she tells you all about the undercity, and you tell her about Piltover. You knew that conditions down in the undercity were not great at all, and she was so passionate talking about her place here. You admired that about her. Hours pass, and before you know it, the time is 2330 and you have to leave. Sevika offers to take you at least halfway. 

Staying close to Sevika, you two begin the journey back. As you get closer and closer to where you need to go, Sevika asks you a question. “Would you want to come down again next week? "Uh, don’t have a fight, so we can maybe just spend the day together.” 

You put a hand on her bicep, smiling up at her, “Of course, Sevika. I’ll see you here again next week.” She pulls her phone out and gives it to you, typing in your number and saving it into her phone. You reach up and give Sevika a kiss on her cheek. “See you sev!" With that, you run off.

Sevika makes it her goal to get with you no matter what.

 

[ultfreakme]

Arcane S2 could've been contained and told a proper story if they:

Got rid of the Isha plot

Got rid of the Vander-Warwick plot

Got rid of the Black Rose plot

Got rid of the time travel plot

The Isha Plot:

It made me cry but it was unnecessary. If the goal was to give Jinx something other than Silco to love and fight for, the answer is Vi. Isha exists purely to drive Jinx to fight but is highly redundant only because she already has a sister she does want to protect and that's what the S2 teaser poster was hinting at.

The Vander-Warwick plot:

Vander's death and importance lost its impact since he returned so quickly. It may seem like forever but if you watch S1 & 2 back to back, Vander's death felt like nothing. You could've hinted at it towards the end of Act 3 and made spin-off show with Vi, Jinx and Cait to deal with that and it fully detracted from the main point of the story in S1- the class conflict, and substituted it with "magic bad" plotline.

The Black Rose:

They were under-explored in S2, did not live up to the hype of threat and removed Mel from the main plot which she 100% was involved in and dissociated her from her involvement in hextech and her role as a councillor. She was a corrupt and rich politician and had a hand in Zaun's fall but she still wanted their liberation. S2 should've been a Mel vs Ambessa plot solely in Piltover where Mel came to understand her role as a councillor and helped Zaun through Sevika and got the council to shape up.

The magic plot should've been hinted at and maybe have her and Jayce figure things out on how to make it work so she can join the final fight but the Black Rose plot should've been in a spin-off

The Time Travel Plot:

The core culprit of S2's discordant plot theme from S1. Just stick to Viktor and the Arcane and how he uses it to "help" people. Have Ekko and The Firelights fight against him and gather forces opposing Viktor's cult along with Jayce and Mel and figure out how to stop hextech. Hextech should've been a symbol of Piltover's exploitation of Zaun. Ekko STILL figures out the 4-second time travel but because of Viktor abusing the arcane.

I wish they genuinely made Viktor a bit of a bad guy, but also entirely against Ambessa so she'd have a reason to go to war in Zaun. The final battle should've happened in Zaun with the Piltover people joining in to protect ZAUN instead of Piltover.

I've functionally gotten rid of everything in S2 here right? So you're wondering what story there is to tell?

Well, when you are working on the time-limit of two seasons, you use the second season to expand on all the elements intriduced in S1 instead of throwing in entirely new ideas.

[creatur3featur3]

Who's There? p2

word count: 3.3k

warnings/triggers: descriptions of injures and blood, past trauma and childhood abandonment. If any of these topics trigger you please take care of yourself and know you are reading this by choice!

A/N: okay so this was just meant to be another drabble but ended up turning into a whole other possible series– genuinely loved writing about blind reader's perception of the world, Sevika's a little more harsh in this part but I wanted to try and get her a little more realistic and accurate to how she is in the show so :3

So maybe you hadn't been taking care of yourself, at all.

It wasn't your fault, not entirely that is- sure you had ran into some kids who apparently ran the street you were on, whatever that meant- and maybe they had messed you up pretty bad, but you felt fine, so what harm was really done?

You felt for the familiar steps of the abandoned shop you had made your home of sorts, touching the cold concrete with your palms, sliding your finger steps against it as you sat down with a soft sigh. You brought your right hand up to your scalp, running through your hair, feeling for anything that necessarily hurt.

You winced over a particular spot on your head, not the back but sort of in the middle of your head, feeling a bit of your flesh underneath your hair, covering up the crime. You groaned softly, the adrenaline had faded as quickly as it had came, maybe even a bit faster now that you think about it. You could feel the soreness in your cheek that had been kicked once they had knocked you down, the scrapes on your knees fresh and aching, your head- throbbing in pain.

You exhaled through your nose, slow and measured, trying to focus on something—anything—other than the deep, pulsing ache settling into your bones. The cool night air brushed against your skin, a small relief against the heat of fresh wounds.

Your fingers ghosted over the split in your lip, the swelling already setting in. You tasted iron, metallic and bitter, as you swallowed around the tightness in your throat. It wasn't the worst you'd ever been hurt, but the lack of sight made it all the more disorienting. You couldn't even begin to guess how bad you looked. Not that it mattered.

Still, you tilted your face upward, letting the faint breeze trace over you like a phantom touch, grounding yourself. You ran your fingers over the concrete beneath you again, mapping out the small cracks and ridges, reminding yourself you were here. Alive. Hurting, sure—but alive.

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached into your pocket, fingers brushing against the few belongings you carried with you. Nothing useful, not really. No bandages, no water. Just a few coins, a torn piece of cloth, and the unmistakable smoothness of a key that didn’t fit any door you had access to anymore.

You sighed. You needed to clean yourself up, but there wasn’t much you could do without help. And help wasn’t exactly easy to come by.

Still, you pressed your palm against the wound on your head, hissing at the sharp sting, and leaned back against the shop’s cold, crumbling wall. You’d make it through the night. You always did.

Didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell.

You swallowed, throat dry and parched, shit when was the last time you had water? You doubted anyone smart enough in the Undercity would give you water, let alone feel any sympathy for you, but what was the harm in trying? Getting beat up anymore than anymore?

You sighed softly, hands covering what would've been your eyes before you groaned and stood up, making your way to the stalls, the familiar sound of the filled space already filling your ears.

As you arrived the lively chatter immediately filled your senses, feeling people brush against you, muttered apologies, people stepping on your feet.

Way out of your element, that's for sure.

You tried to push past people, trying to find the familiar feeling of sanded down worn wood under your fingertips, trying to smell for the scent of freshly baked pastries and meat.

The air was thick with the scent of grilled meat, warm bread, and something sharper—spices, maybe, or the tang of unwashed bodies pressed too close together. Every sound came at you from a different angle: the clatter of coins on wooden counters, the sharp bark of a vendor advertising his wares, the low murmur of haggling. It was overwhelming, but you pushed through, shoulders tight, hands outstretched just enough to feel for something familiar without making yourself a target.

Someone brushed against you—too hard, intentional. A hand lingered at your side, too close to your pockets. You jerked away instinctively, lips curling in frustration. Pickpockets. You weren’t exactly worth robbing, but that never stopped anyone from trying.

You kept moving.

Your fingers skimmed over rough fabric, then polished metal, then finally—wood. Sanded smooth by years of use, slightly sticky from the heat and the sweat of too many hands. You inhaled deeply, catching the scent of something fresh, something warm. Bread.

You exhaled, relief loosening the tightness in your chest, just a little.

“Hey,” you murmured, voice rough from disuse.

The vendor, a woman by the sound of her sigh, barely spared you a second of silence before responding. “If you’re not buying, keep moving.”

You wet your lips, tasting dried blood. “I just… water. Do you—”

A scoff. “And what do I get in return, huh?”

Your fingers curled over the edge of the stall. “Nothing. Just… just a little water.”

A pause. Then the sound of something heavy being set down. The air shifted as she leaned in, voice dropping lower. “You look like hell. Not my problem, but I’d rather not have a half-dead body next to my bread.”

Hope flickered, fragile and brief. “So—”

“Five coins.”

Your stomach sank. You reached into your pocket, running your fingers over the few coins you had. Not five. Not even close.

Silence stretched between you. The vendor sighed again, impatient. “Well?”

You swallowed hard. You could beg. Or you could steal. Neither option sat well.

But your throat burned, and the day wasn’t getting any easier.

What now?

“I'll- i'll just go, sorry for wasting your time,” you quickly muttered, too rushed to be casual and too shaky to be denied you were frustrated. You quickly turned and walked off, trying to push past the sea of bodies, ignoring the vendors' calls of asking you to come back or pause.

It was fine, fantastic actually, you didn't need the pity of others, all you had to do was look in the right places. You'd find something-

Eventually.

You sat down back on the familiar steps in front of the abandoned shop, body aching with every turn or breath, lungs protesting heavily, muscles burning and yelling at you to stop, the feeling of your ratty hair falling in front of your face.

You were pathetic, you knew it, strangers knew it, even the air seemed to know it, giving you a gentle breeze, making you aware of the cooling blood on your body. You sat there, just thinking.

You were never cut out for the Undercity, Nobody's going to give a damn that you can't see.

You choked on your breath

You're just easy pickings for everyone else, someone to take from and never to give to

You sniffled, No- you were not going to cry, not here, not anywhere– But your body protested, chemicals stirring in your brain.

You hiccuped, it was stupid that your brain told you that you wanted to cry, you had no eyes, nothing to give your tears an escape from– but god, you wish you could, you wish you could cry your heart out.

You tilted your head back, pressing your palms against your face as if that could somehow push down the overwhelming weight settling in your chest. The lump in your throat ached, your breath shuddering, sharp and uneven. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.

You curled in on yourself, fingers gripping at your arms, at the torn fabric of your sleeves, at anything that could ground you. But there was nothing—no comfort, no warmth, just the cold press of concrete at your back and the distant hum of the city that had already decided you weren’t worth a damn.

You sniffled again, swallowing down another hiccup. You weren’t going to cry.

You couldn’t cry.

But god, the ache in your chest was unbearable.

A noise pulled you from your spiral—a soft shuffle of movement nearby. Not the restless stir of rats in the gutters, not the distant murmur of passing strangers. Someone was close.

Too close.

Your muscles tensed, instinct flaring to life, but you didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just listened.

Then—

A sigh. Low, tired.

“You look like hell.”

The voice was unfamiliar. Rough around the edges, not unkind but not exactly gentle either. You straightened slightly, gripping the step beneath you. You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or wary.

“Yeah?” Your voice came out hoarse, brittle. “You and everyone else seem real keen on reminding me of that today.”

A short chuckle, humorless. Then the sound of fabric shifting, the scrape of something solid against the ground.

A bottle—water—was pressed against your hand.

You froze.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” the stranger muttered. “Just drink.”

You hesitated. This could be a trick. A setup. Nothing in the Undercity came without a price.

But your throat burned. And right now, you didn’t care about consequences.

You took the bottle. Unscrewed the cap with trembling fingers.

And drank.

You sensed the person sit down next to you as you chugged down the water, slowing it as fast as you could, not caring to savor the sensation as you finally brought the bottle away from your lips and sighing deeply. You couldn't help the relieved smile that tugged at your lips, though you tensed up again, scooting away from the person next to you.

You heard them shift as well, maybe looking at you or body facing towards you, the soft sound of mechanical whirring fanning by your ears.

“Do you really not recognize me?” They asked, you quickly studying the voice, noticing it was rough but not rough in the sense that it was masculine.

Your fingers tightened around the empty bottle as your breath caught in your throat. That voice—gravelly but familiar, softened just enough around the edges that it sent something twisting deep in your gut. The mechanical whir of her prosthetic arm confirmed it before your brain even had time to process the weight of her words.

Sevika.

You hadn't heard that voice in—god, how long had it been? Months? Years? Time blurred together when you were barely scraping by.

Your shoulders stiffened as you swallowed, lips pressing into a thin line. “Didn’t think you’d care if I did.” Your words came out sharper than you meant, but you didn’t take them back.

Sevika huffed, low and unimpressed. “Right. Because I just hand out water to every half-dead idiot I find on the street.”

You turned your head slightly toward her, listening for any sign of insincerity. But Sevika was always hard to read, even back then. And now? You weren’t sure what she wanted.

“So what?” you muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “You disappear without a word, and now you expect me to—what? Catch up? Pretend you didn’t just drop off the face of the Undercity?”

Sevika exhaled, long and slow. “Didn’t think you’d care if I did.”

Your jaw clenched. Bitch. Throwing your own words back at you like that.

A silence stretched between you, thick with things left unsaid.

Finally, you sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair. “Where the hell have you been?”

For the first time, Sevika hesitated. Then—

“Cleaning up someone else’s mess,” she muttered. “It’s what I do best.”

That wasn’t an answer. Not really. But it was all she was willing to give.

You scoffed. “Yeah? And now you’re back. What, got tired of playing cleanup and decided to dig through the trash instead?”

A short chuckle. “Something like that.”

You could feel her watching you. Studying you, like she was trying to piece together what the hell happened to you in her absence. Like she had a right to wonder.

You turned away, setting the empty bottle beside you. “You shouldn’t have come back.”

Another pause. Then the soft click of metal fingers tapping against the step.

“Maybe,” she admitted. “But I did.”

And that? That was the real problem.

Maybe you were mad, no you were mad, frustrated, furious even. “What? So you came back to play hero again? Just like last time?” you suddenly spat, the words had sat in your belly and hurled up like vomit.

You heard Sevika shift, an uneasy kind of way, followed by a soft sigh, “I told you the day I met you, no strings, no trust, no nothing.”

You bit at your bottom lip, the taste of blood coating your tongue, “So what? I was just supposed to figure out how to live by myself? You know how hard it is for me Sevika, even with you around to help.” You huffed, months of frustration bubbling up.

The words poured out of you before you could stop them, burning as they left your lips. You hated the way your voice shook, hated how raw your throat felt—not just from thirst or exhaustion, but from everything. From months of trying to survive without her. From nights spent pressed against cold stone, whispering curses to no one. From the way her absence had scraped at an old wound you thought had scabbed over years ago.

Sevika exhaled sharply, the sound edged with something you couldn't quite name—frustration? Annoyance? Guilt? No, not guilt. Sevika didn’t do guilt.

"Don’t do that," she muttered, the metallic fingers of her prosthetic clicking against the step between you. "Don't act like I owed you anything."

You laughed, short and humorless. "Owed me? Fuck you, Sevika." Your hands curled into fists in your lap. "You don’t just get to walk into someone’s life, make them think—make them feel like they’re not completely fucking alone, and then just leave like it didn’t mean anything."

Sevika let out a long breath, and for a second, she didn’t say anything. And that silence? It only made your blood boil more.

"So what?" she finally said, voice edged with irritation. "You expected me to stick around forever? Hold your damn hand every time things got rough?"

Your teeth clenched. "I expected you to tell me you were leaving," you snapped. "I expected you to give a shit."

Sevika scoffed, shifting beside you. "I told you, no strings. That was the deal."

"Yeah, well, fuck your deal." You could feel your pulse hammering in your ears. "You were the closest thing I had to someone who actually gave a damn, Sev. And you left. You left me just like—”

You stopped yourself, breath hitching.

Just like them.

Just like the people who were supposed to take care of you. The ones who saw you as a burden, as something easier to abandon than deal with.

Your chest tightened painfully. You shook your head, biting down the emotion threatening to spill over.

"You don’t get to be pissed at me for surviving the only way I knew how," Sevika said, her voice lower now, steadier. "You wanted someone to save you? Then you put your trust in the wrong person."

You swallowed hard, your nails digging into your palms. "I didn’t need you to save me," you muttered. "I just needed you to stay."

Sevika was quiet again. But this time, it wasn’t the silence of someone who didn’t care. It was the silence of someone who knew—someone who understood exactly what you meant, even if she’d never admit it.

And for some reason, that made it worse.

Sevika exhaled, the sound slow and measured, but you could hear the frustration creeping in. “You think you’re the only one who’s had to claw their way through this place?” she muttered. “The Undercity doesn’t give a shit about any of us. You either learn to stand on your own, or you get swallowed whole.”

Your fingers twitched at your sides. “Yeah?” Your voice was tight, sharp, cutting. “And I guess leaving me for dead was just part of the fucking lesson, huh?”

Sevika let out a short, humorless chuckle. “I never promised you anything. Never said I’d be the one holding you up. You got too comfortable, that’s not my problem.”

Your breath hitched, something in your chest twisting so violently it made you ache. “I didn’t get comfortable—I trusted you.” Your voice cracked, just slightly, but you pushed past it. “And you threw me away like I was nothing.”

Sevika sighed, like she was already tired of this conversation. “I didn’t throw you away. I left because I had to. I don’t have time to babysit a blind kid who doesn’t know how to keep their head down.”

That one hit. Hard.

For a moment, all you could do was stand there, swallowing down the bitterness on your tongue. Then, slowly, you nodded.

“Right,” you murmured, voice eerily calm. “Fuck you, Sevika.”

You turned on your heel, ignoring the sharp protest from your aching muscles, forcing yourself to push past the sting in your throat. You had nothing left to say. Nothing left to give.

Sevika didn’t call after you. Didn’t stop you.

You didn’t expect her to.

You didn't get fair, you knew you wouldn't as soon as you stood up, but you had to get away, get away from all the bullshit.

“Like she was the one babysitting me,” you scoffed softly, it felt like half the time you two were together you were the one taking care of her.

Just some blind kid huh? you thought sourly, letting out a humorless laugh, at least I didn't need to run away from my problems at 41. But who were you kidding? You had been running away from your problems since you were 8, shit– even before then.

Your footsteps were uneven, dragging slightly as you pushed forward, away from Sevika, away from everything that felt like it was caving in around you. The noise of the Undercity was a distant hum in your ears, your mind too busy looping over every bitter word, every sharp-edged memory that clawed its way to the surface.

Just some blind kid, huh?

You scoffed again, but it came out weaker this time, like your body was already giving up on keeping up the act. You had done just fine without her before. You could do it again.

But your limbs felt heavier with each step, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Your head still ached, the throbbing worse now, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You could feel dried blood caked against your skin, the sting of scrapes and bruises making themselves known now that the adrenaline had worn off.

Still, you kept walking. Because if you stopped, you’d think too much. And if you thought too much, you’d break.

You turned into an alleyway, the air damp and stale, the scent of rot and rust thick. It was quieter here, the distant hum of voices fading slightly. The ground beneath you felt uneven, trash scattered along the edges, the walls rough against your fingertips as you reached out blindly for balance.

Your breathing was uneven now, shallow. The world tilted slightly.

Fuck.

You reached up, pressing a hand against your forehead, but it did nothing to stop the spinning. Your stomach churned, your entire body screaming at you to stop, to rest, to let go.

You didn’t mean to fall.

But your knees buckled before you could stop them, and you barely registered the way your body crumpled against the cold ground.

For a moment, you tried to push yourself back up. But your muscles refused.

Too much. Everything was too much.

Your fingers curled weakly against the cracked pavement as your mind swam, flashes of memories slipping in between the exhaustion. The feeling of a hand gripping your wrist too tight, the echo of a door slamming shut, the familiar emptiness of being left behind.

Again. Again. Again.

Your breath shuddered, but your body was already betraying you, pulling you under.

You weren’t even sure when sleep finally took you.

All you knew was the darkness was quiet.

And for once, that wasn’t so bad.

[sevsdollette]

taking care of Sevika after she comes home from work

this is part two.

poor baby sev has a really tough job :( angst fluff and smut i guess?? sevika’s angry then you take care of her and then she fingers you ig that takes into account all three.

warning for blood, injuries, implications of violence. also contains smoking, fingering (r-receiving), making out

MDNI and men go away

the first aid kit was in the kitchen, kept on hand after all the time you cut your finger while cooking. while you were in there, you grabbed a glass and Sevika’s favorite bottle of whiskey. you also took your cigarettes off the living room coffee table.

Sevika was sitting on the loveseat in the bedroom wearing only her boxers. her elbow rested on the armrest, her hand holding up her face and rubbing her eyebrow.

“here.” you poured her a glass and she sat up to take it. her distant eyes were still somewhat elsewhere but she looked up long enough to say a proper thank you and she helped you light your cigarette.

you tossed on one of her giant shirts and got to work. with exhales of smoke coming from every other stressed breath, you sat beside her on the couch and began with her leg. the bandage was disgusting and she was nearly flinching the whole time. it was difficult not to order her to stay still. she was trying, you knew that.

the cut was long but not too deep. the bleeding had stopped for the most part. you wiped it as gently as you could with alcohol and wrapped it up again. you’d have to change it again in the morning, probably.

to deal with the cuts on her face, you needed to get closer. after a moment of fumbling, she got sick of you doting around the idea and pulled you into her lap. you straddled her, inches from her face, and she held your bare ass to keep you in place.

you had to focus on fixing her up. the cut on her brow wasn’t too bad either. you just wiped it off and it was already forming a scab. her cheek was the problem. it was gnarly and you had to pull out one of your butterfly bandaids to hold it together.

cleaning it was the first hurdle. Sevika was struggling to stay still and you were trying your best to be nice, but her health came before her comfort. no one knew just how many diseases and infections there were in Zaun, but you didn’t want to find out.

every so often, you give her a kiss. she’d pitifully tilt her head up, capturing your lips just to taste you for a second before letting you get back to work. she was gentle and solemn. once, she pressed her forehead to yours and shut her eyes to calm herself. it was the closeness she loved. the security of holding you and keeping you steady. she could endure anything if she could keep you right there.

“okay,” you said quietly. “you’re all patched up.” you gave her a small smile as you put your supplies down on the couch beside her.

she breathed and tried for a smile back. “thank you, baby.”

you nodded and stood up. she gave you her empty glass and you took the last drag of your cigarette before stamping it out in the cup.

everything was put away in the kitchen and when you came back into the bedroom she was in the same spot. her eyes lifted as you walked in and she motioned you over. “come back.”

your bare feet padded quickly over and you sat back in her lap gently. her hands went right back to where they were and she looked up at you with those tired, crystal-gray eyes.

you cupped her uninjured cheek and kissed her. she sighed heavily, leaning into you. her lips were a bit chapped but they felt like home. you were a sanctuary for her.

her hands moved to grab you just behind your hips. she pulled you even closer against her, maybe even slightly grinding you down onto her. she tasted you, her tongue curving over yours.

you ran your fingers through her hair and down to rub her neck. the muscle that connected her back to her collar was tense. as you dug your thumbs into it, she groaned.

her hands were getting confident. once again she rolled your hips over hers and squeezed the meat of your ass.

she bit the fat of your bottom tip and tugged enough to get you following for more. she gave you one last, savoring kiss before focusing on your neck. she dragged her teeth down your pulse point before finding a spot to bite and kiss. you moaned softly.

yes, you loved all of this, but you couldn’t help but worry she was only doing this because she thought you wanted it. if she wanted to sleep or relax, you wanted her to do that. she had to be so tired.

“sev, baby…”

“shh.” she kissed just below your ear. “i need to be closer to you right now,” she muttered. “i need to thank you for taking such good care of me.”

you sighed, your eyes fluttering shut as she found another sweet spot to kiss. hey, you were supposed to do anything to make her feel better. this was it.

her fingers moved more and more away from your ass to graze your inner thighs. she was spreading you more over her and barely reaching where you wanted her.

she drew her kisses lower until she was pulling down the hem of your (her) shirt and ducking your nipple into her mouth. you whined a moan, digging your nails into her back as she’s threatened your sensitive skin with her teeth. at the same time, her hands finally moved where you wanted her. two thick fingers slid between your folds and began to gather your slick.

they teased your hole as she left hickies over your tits. you were so delicate in her touch, sitting on her hand as she slid her fingers into side your cunt. her other hand came to start your rolling hips again and your head fell onto her shoulder.

“fuck, sev,” you cried. you focused on her curling fingers, trying to keep your hips at a pace you could stand. the room felt like it was spinning as she continued with her kisses lightly up and down your neck.

as her fingers fucked into you, the heel of her palm rubbed perfectly on your clit. her had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you could feel her hitting your g-spot with every thrust and curl. it was dizzying.

she kissed your jaw and whispered in your ear. “you’re so good for me, baby. such a sweet girl, making me feel better. let me make you feel good now.”

your chest heaved and you whined. “god—oh, god.”

“that’s it, babygirl, cum for me.” she urged. her voice was gravelly and tired. so deep it made you blush as she fucked you harder.

“just like that,” you pleaded. “don’t stop.”

she kept her blissful pace, only adding to it by sucking another mark onto your neck. pleasure filled your body and you nearly forgot the chaos that Sevika brought home with her. you were curled against her, fucking yourself on her hand. you breathed in the smell of her skin, right where her collar curved to her neck you were unreachable. all you knew was her: her scent, her kissing, her fingers. she explored you and every time i felt like something new.

a searing orgasm was building and it finally washed over you as she bit at your pulse point. you cried out, moaning her name and stutterings of i love you’s. she let out a breath of amazement as she brought you down gently from your high.

she slowed her fingers and pulled let out, leaving you shivering and missing the closeness. her hand that had been on your hip reached up and cupped your cheek and bring your mouth to hers. she gave you one, simple, loving kiss before leaning back to look at you.

after a few minutes, the two of you got up to go to bed. she practically carried you the few feet from the loveseat to your side of the mattress, letting you lie down and curl into your pillow before inevitably reaching for her to lie with you.

she climbed into bed and you held her. the night was back focusing on her needs. every once in a while she’d let you be the big spoon and it was on bad days like this.

though, it was a good feeling to know that you made the day a lot better when she came home. now, it was time to sleep. and before long you could sense a change in her breathing and a quell in her movements.

it took you a while to fall asleep. the stress always lingered even long after you knew she was home safe. but, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against her back. you weren't truly at home until she was there with you.

tag list (um it's small bc i don't know how this works. please tell me if you want me to add you or take you off):

@archangeldyke-all, @cacston, @sevsarm, @sevsbaby

[littelovelunette]

u should honestly continue the increasing percentages fic and just have it everytime reader goes to her extra private class w sevika she starts by teaching at the beginning all the time but then they just always end up fucking

Improving Percentages (2)

Contains smut, nipple clamps, sadistic sevika, clit play, inflatable anal plug, fingering, dildo

Sevika had you once again bend over her lap as she fingered your pussy, orgasm gushing out of your hole as the book remained discarded on the ground, long forgotten.

It was a Wednesday evening and you were definitely learning a lot.

Sevika let you up, "Felt good, mhm?" She watched as you got on your knees in front of her, We can't keep doing this," you said, leaning in to let your face rest against one of her muscular thighs.

"Once word gets out, you'll lose your job," your voice was sad, almost breaking in the end with emotion. You loved this woman and didn't want her losing her job over her love or lust or whatever she had for you.

"I'll be fine," Sevika's hand came down to cup your face gently, thumb stroking your cheek.

You leaned in to let your teeth sink into her leg a little making Sevika throw her head back with a subtle moan coming out of her throat.

"Does that feel good?" You asked nervously, looking up at the professor.

"Mhm, keep doing, doll," Sevika raised her hips off the chair just so you could bring her pants down along with her shorts, cupping her pussy.

Bushy hair crowned the pubic area only adding more to her beauty in your eyes. Hands worked diligently as you sunk the fingernails of one hand in her thigh while your other hand's fingers found her clit, rubbing over it gently.

"F-fuck, I taught you well," Sevika breathed out shakily as she felt your fingers nervously delve into her wet cavern.

Fingers scissoring through her folds to help her loosen a little, you looked up again and Sevika easily recognised that look. "Yes, baby, doing well," Sevika let one hand reach and caress your head lovingly.

"Such a good girl..." She cooed, letting out a sharp gasp as her liquids gushed down your fingers.

Weeks passed the same way as every other time you both had a private lesson together— if you did good in an exam she'd reward you and if you did bad she'd punish you and boy was she harsh with her punishments.

"O-Oh, gosh, please, it hurts," you could only whimper as she pumped the plug to inflate further in your clenching asshole.

Sevika has scheduled one extra class at her house for a particularly harsh punishment waiting for you.

You were on the floor, apologising and sobbing, the dildo lodged in your pussy made you clench onto it desperately to try to feel some sort of pleasure through the pain in your asshole which was stretching to it's possible limits from the plug.

Sevika would slap you harshly every now and then, your breasts were out, clothes discarded on the floor. The harsh nipple clamps on your nipples were squeezing your swollen nubs painfully.

Both the clamps were connected to one another along with a chain that Sevika would pull on every now and then to ground you and remind you of your place.

The inflatable buttplug sent a sharp pain through your rectum.

"I'll do better, I'm sorry," you babbled pathetically, Sevika smirked a little, using her foot to let the boot rub against your clit.

"Oh, dolly, are we tired already?" Her voice was condescending as she pressed her boot against your clit harshly.

"A-Ah, please, ma'am..." You looked up, tears streaming down from your, by now bloodshot, eyes.

Sevika sighed, she couldn't resist that look any longer.

She let the buttplug deflated before carefully letting it slip out of your asshole and pulled you up in a gentle embrace, lifting you off your feet so she could place you on the bed.

"Just study next time, mhm?" Sevika kissed your forehead, "Be a good doll, lay back, let me clean you off."

Sevika massaged your body to ensure that you weren't trembling and shaking anymore from the pain and made sure you used the bathroom and freshened up before you could leave her house.

She also made you take a nape because of how bloodshot your eyes were.

For now, you had to avert your gaze from your parents, your eyes were still swollen from crying so much and a dull pain in your asshole was a constant reminder that you needed to study and get your grades back up.

Sevika never answered your question, you were left wondering how long she'd continue her affair with you, her student.

[sevikasslut4life]

What I'd Do Without You

Sevika x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, reader having a panic attack, Sevika giving reader reassurance, reader is a overthinker

A/N: It was like 11pm and I was half asleep writing this so if it's bad I'm srry lmao 😭 hope u enjoy!

Everything kept racing in her brain, so many things. N/Ns friend had recently gotten into a bad fight with their partner, so they came to N/N. Their closest friend. "I- I just don't know what to do with them! They don't listen, it's all so.." Her friend ranted on and on about this argument on the phone. "O-Oh, Mhm.." N/N muttered, awfully quiet. With a exhausted sigh and mutter, her friend had hung up. N/N layed there on her bed, she could feel tears rushing and her chest pounding. What was she supposed to say? She didn't know what to do, and it made her feel terrible. After all the times N/N had ranted to her friend about her own issues, her friend was always there- so why couldn't she find out how to help? She felt like a piece of shit for not being able to be there. Maybe she was too lost in her mind to feel the arms of her wife Sevika, slowly wrapping around her cautiously, laying N/N down on her lap. "Shhh, I've got you, honey.. Everything's gonna be alright.. Wanna talk about it?" Sevika murmured, gently wiping the tears running down N/Ns cheek, the other hand running through her hair. "It's just.. My friend wanted to rant to me about something but.. I-I don't know how to handle it.. But I feel terrible cause I don't know how to help her.." N/N explained, her voice shaky and sad, as she felt her eyes flutter from the tiredness she felt. "Oh sweetie.. It's not your fault.. You didn't do anything wrong." Sevika reassured, her heart aching at the sight in front of her. What she would give to just take all of N/N's pain and give it to herself. "You don't have to feel bad for something you can't control.." Sevika whispered as she felt N/N fall asleep into her arms, exhausted from everything happening. A soft look on Sevikas face appeared as she looked at her wife sleeping in her lap. She then picked her up bridal style, placing her into the bed as she tucked her into the sheets, pressing a reassuring kiss to the top of N/Ns head as she walked off, letting her get the rest she desperately wanted and needed.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

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Having a food cart in the Undercity could be boring. But having Jinx as a regular customer made for interesting moments. When she has a fight with her father and comes to you for comfort. Well Silco thinks it's time to meet the person that his daughter always seems to run to.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. So I just watched Arcane and fell in love with Silco. That of course means that he became my immediate muse and needed a story written. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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Jinx slammed a fist against his desk. “I just don’t understand why I can’t go to the meetings.”

Silco sighed. “Because your not old enough.” He gave the thirteen year old girl an irritated look. “We’ve been over this, it’s not safe for you.”

Her eyes began to water. Not wanting to let him see how upset she was, she ran out of the room.

As he watched her go his heart panged with sadness. It was always a hard task to tell her no.

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Rushing down the street, she went to the only other place that felt safe. Your food cart was outside of the brothel. Joking that the workers there were the ones that needed a good meal the most. This logic kept your pots empty and pockets full. It also came with the bonus of the bouncer looking out for you. Something you were going to snub your nose at.

So to see one of your favorite customers stomping over to you. It was a sight to behold. The small blue haired teen was in a mood you rarely saw her in. Sneaking into your secret stash of fresh fruit. Something you kept on hand for her. You started peeling and slicing, as she plopped down on a stool.

“How's my favorite customer doin'?”

Folding her arms onto the edge of the cart, she laided her head on top of them. “Fine.”

As you put the final piece of fruit in the bowl you sighed in a exaggerated way. “To bad. I suppose I could trade this bowl of fresh fruit for a bit more information.”

She perked up at the offer, but raised her eyebrows in suspicion. “How much do I have to tell you?”

With a shrug you said. “Enough to make you get it off your chest.” Then you stuck out your hand. “Deal?”

A smile spread across her face and she shook your hand. “Now give up the fruit.”

Chortling at her demand, you slid the bowl to her. Then listen to her complain about her dad. You could see both sides of the argument. A kid that wanted to make her father proud. On the other hand a dad trying to keep his daughter safe. It was a tricky situation to say the least.

“I can’t stand when he treats me like a kid. When is he gonna take me seriously.” Her eyes began to water again.

Leaning forward you put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but he just wants to protect you." She gave you a hard look, still you continued. “That being said, you should always know that you’re welcome here.”

Her grin returned, only to dampen. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Putting a hand on your hip, you smiled brightly. “Of course I am. You can make up when you get back home.” Wiping down the cart top, you put away the last of your wares.

Shaking her head feverishly, she stayed glued to the stool. “Nuh uh, I’d rather sleep on the streets tonight.”

Bitting your lip, you thought through the options. Only one solution seemed the way to go. “I can’t let you sleep in a random ally. Come on, were going to have a sleepover.”

Jumping up, she helped you finish packing up and push your cart home.

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He paced behind his desk, eyes occasionally darting between the door and window. Where could she be, it's getting late. The door opened, only for Sevika to walk through.

Her eyes looked over him and she scoffed. “She's still not back.”

He grumbled under his breath. “No, obviously not.”

Rolling her eyes at the boss’ mood, she nodded her head towards the window. “I'll go look for her, anything to calm you down.” Going back through the door she barely caught his last comment.

“As you should.”

She could hear the worry bubbling up, so she let it slide.

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Bring a spare blanket and pillow to the couch, you set up a temporary bed. As Jinx skipped towards you, you gave her a mock glare. “Did you brush your teeth?”

She nodded with a frown. “The paste tasted weirded.” Then jumped onto the couch.

Tucking her under the blanket you laughed. “Sorry I only have mint. Now off to bed, need to rest up if you want to help me with the cart tomorrow.” This got her to settle down quickly. Brushing a bit of hair, that wouldn't fit into the braids you gave her, you turned off the lights.

Doing your own nightly routine, you were bombarded by thoughts of the girl lying on your couch. You tried to look after anyone that needed it, but Jinx was a special case. She had been through so much tragedy in her young life. She also had a habit of clinging to you after a fight with her father.

A sudden knock at your door startled you from your pondering. Waiting a moment, hoping it was someone at the wrong place. But as another louder knock sounded, you made your way over to the door.

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Sevika grunted in annoyance and glare into the distance. It didn't take long, after asking around, to find out where the brat had gone. A food cart that hangs around the brothel. The only problem was no one would tell her where you lived. How was she supposed to question you if nobody would give up your location.

After more time than she would like to admit, someone spilled the info. It was a useless little welp that often gets thrown out of the brothel for wanting free services. He called you a stuck up bitch, because you wouldn't give him the time of day. So he was all to happy to direct her to your home.

Now that she was in front of your door, she hoped this would be simple from here on out.

Though when the door opened it wasn't at all what she expected. There you stood plump and with prominent laugh lines on your face. You looked all of a motherly type. So the frown on your face as you stared at her seemed out of place on you.

“Can I help you?”

She glanced past you and her eyes widen as she spotted the girl. Pointed her out, she said. “I'm here for her.” Seeing you block her view, by closing the door a bit, she added. “Bosses orders.”

Narrowing your eyes at her, you flashed a look over at the kid. Stepping outside of the doorway, you quietly closed the door behind you. “I'm not sure who your boss is, but I can make a guess.” You placed your hands on your hips as an exasperated expression sat on your face. “Look she's already asleep and doesn't want to go home. Do you really want to carry her back kicking and screaming.”

She cringed at the thought, the brat was bad enough in a good mood. Giving you another once over, she thought back on her search for you. Not one person had a bad thing to say about you. Plus if the brat was comfortable staying with you, what was the harm.

“Tell you what, my cart is set up at the brothel. Why don't you let her father know that he can pick her up to his leisure there tomorrow. I'm sure the gesture would make a better impression on her than dragging her home.”

You made a good point. So with a shrug and a smirk she said. “I'll let him know the situation. But I can't guarantee that I won't be sent back to kick in your front door.”

Putting your hands up in a sign of peace you shook your head. “No need, if he insisted I'll let you in. I just think him picking her up would mean a lot. Be it tonight or tomorrow.”

With a nod she starts making her way back to Silco. Only to stop after a few steps and turn back to you. “You know you have quite the reputation around here. Made it more of a challenge than I would have liked to find you."

This caused a sheepish smile to settle on your lips. “It helps when you can provide a hot meal.”

Her smirk deepened. “Maybe"

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When she got back to the office he was half asleep in his chair. Slamming the door shut, she quietly snickered as he jump in his seat.

“Wha.” He scanned the room and glared as his eyes landed on her.

She couldn't help but noticed how the look fit much better on him than you. “I found Jinx.”

Glancing around her, his visage swapped to one of confusion. “Well, where the hell is she.” He gestured about her and grew more agitated.

Folding her arms across her chest she slid onto the chair before the desk. “With a food vendor that sets up shop in front of the brothel.”

Rubbing his temples, he tried to kept his temper in check. “And you didn't bring her back because?”

“The woman made to many good points.” She then launch into a recap of her conversation with you.

As the explanation was given, he couldn't help but agreed with you on most points. What he didn't like was you not giving him his daughter. How dare you keep what belongs to him, even if it was for only a night. He could tell by the way that Sevika spoke of you, it seemed you had garnered her respect. Which was a hard won thing to achieve. “Do you agree with her?”

This caused her to pause. Then realize that even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear, the truth was her answer. “Yes, she has the trust of the common folk and Jinx. Trying to disrupt either could result in negative backlash.”

He had to consciously unclenched his jaw. It was a thought out and comprehensive analysis. But not what he wanted to consider. “I suppose that given the situation, a little time apart could do us some good. Does she seem of the trustworthy sort.” His scrutinizing gaze rested firmly on her. Taking in any body language that may betray her thoughts.

“In all honesty, I didn't hear a single bad thing about her. Except that waste Mitch, but his opinion matters as much as a sewer rat's. It's like she's made herself a positive facet in the tunnels of the Undercity.” Placing her hands on the arm rest she leaned forward. “She might even be able to help with getting through Jinx's teenage years. Having some one she can confided in that's outside of the family business. Someone that you could keep in your back pocket for times such as these.”

The suggestion made his hackles fully lower. That could be a great boon in helping keep his daughter in line. For the first time that night he smiled. “Yes, it may be the right moment for me to meet this vendor. I will be freeing up tomorrow morning to gather Jinx from this woman.”

Nodding she had to restrain herself from smirking. She had a feeling that this meeting would be an entertaining event, to say the least.

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He walked down the street with his usual swagger. The past couple of years had his reputation skyrocketing. Taking shimmer from a small lab to a large scale production had made him a respected yet feared person.

Still it seemed there were people like you. People who weren't under the thrall of his power. So to say he was taken aback at seeing you for the first time, would be an understatement.

Your cart was homey and decorated with many personal touches. There were a few plants hanging about the canopy. Odd sizes of seating set up in front of a bench attached to the cook top. Jinx was next to you, listening to you give her patient instructions.

Then there was you. Comfortable casual clothing clung to your plump body in an alluring manner. Your cheeks were flush with effort as you mixed together a bowl of ingredients. A beaming smile made him glance away, for fear your brightened expression would blind him.

He pauses and took a moment to gather himself. This was not at all the type of senerio he saw himself stepping into.

You noticed movement not to far from your cart and glanced towards it. It wasn't hard to realize it was Silco, Jinx's father. The marred eye was his biggest giveaway. Still you couldn't help taking in his lithe figure and handsome angular features. You had no idea that such a tantalizing treat was scouring the Undercity, right under your nose too.

It was a few moments later that he heard his daughter call him over. Putting on his best face he made his way over to the pair. “Hello Jinx, how pleasant to see you this morning.” He was hoping the jab would be understood.

She looked up at him with excitement as she flipped the cooking batter. “Hi, can you believe how good this smells. I've never had breakfast from here.” She turn her attention back to the cook top and continued flipping.

“Well thank you honey. I'm glad that you feel that way." Facing him you nodded your head at the seats. “Take a seat, it won't be long before it's ready.”

He was grateful for the invitation. She was right about the smell, it was heavenly. “I believe I will take you up on that. My daughter didn't give you to much trouble, did she?”

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you began to plate up some fresh fruit and hot cakes. “Not at all. If anything she's been a great help. Didn't even complain about waking early to set up the cart.”

She perked up and jumped onto the seat next to him. “Yeah, we were out here before the morning rush. You should have seen all the people that came by.” She began shoving food in by the shovelful.

Noticing a plate had also been slid in front of him, he took a bite. It was delicious, the pairing of the lightly dressed fruit and warm pillowy cakes. He hadn't enjoyed a meal this much in a long time. Finishing the dish faster than he would have liked to admit, he couldn't keep his gaze from you.

You moved with such practiced precision behind the cook top. The way you wielded your knife made him believe you could transition into a proper assassin easily. But as he looked over at his daughter, smiling and chatting with you. He knew that you were in a better postition here.

Finishing the delectable dish he brushed away any debris from himself. “Thank you for the fabulous food. But I think it's time we be on our way.” He stood, then turned to Jinx. She was disappointed, though she followed his lead.

Smiling at the duo you held out a container filled to the brim with various items. “Here's something for the road. And I don't want either of you to hesitate to come back either.” Winking at the pair, your smile widened at the happiness on the kid’s face.

Nodding at you, he hoped his expression didn’t show how flustered he was. You were stirring feeling in him that he hadn’t felt in quite some time. “We will have to do this again then, Mrs….”

A more alluring cast settled on your face. Full attention landing on him you said. “Actually it's Miss (Y/N).” Holding out your hand, you gave his a healthy lingering shake.

Keeping a calm appearance he released your hand. “A pleasure, until next time.” Walking away with Jynx, as she called out her goodbyes. He couldn't help glancing back. Only to be shocked at your eyes raking over his own figure. Your gaze met after a few moments and you gave him a heated look. The spell broke as his daughter yanked him forward, going on about how much fun she had with you. It had him thinking about all the fun times that you and he could have together. But that would come in time. For now he would enjoy you through the stories Jinx were telling.

[caffeinated-binturong]

37

Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: You meant to get dinner but wind up prey instead. Genre: Angst POV: Second Warnings: Stalking Word Count: 3.3k

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The day hadn’t gone great so you had decided to treat yourself as reward for getting through it. It wasn’t much but it was something positive to round out an otherwise bad week. You also didn’t feel like figuring out what to make at home or have energy leftover to cook it, which did nothing to dissuade you from this little luxury.

The food stalls still open this late were aimed at tastes more drunken than yours, though, and you felt like something that wasn’t fried or greasy. There was a noodle stall you had eaten at before that was still open, so that’s where you decided to spend your hard-earned money. Except you weren’t the only one with that idea—there are only half a dozen or so people standing around but it feels like half the city.

Waiting gave you time to settle back and take in the sights and sounds of the nightlife—still jovial—and time to see if you knew anyone. You recognize a few faces but no one you personally knew, not that you expected to.

One person in particular takes notice of you in turn.

“Hey,” they call in a way that made you think of slime flowing along a gutter. They casually start making their way to toward you as if the two of you knew each other. It wouldn’t have been hard to deal with them if you weren’t so exhausted but sheer stubbornness was the only thing keeping you on your feet.

You had been taught no matter how you felt inside, you were supposed to pretend you were fine to the world, and that’s how you lived. You didn’t have to look like you were spoiling for a fight, you simply had to look like you were stronger than someone else, make someone else the easier target and go on with your day. Except this time the easiest target was you.

And the vultures could smell.

You do your best to give the person a withering glare but you can feel the fear creeping in, hackles you don’t have raising. The jackal simply smiled at that knowing you were bluffing, keeping their sauntering approach. Worse yet, you don’t know if it’s just the one or if there are others watching. All it would take is a covert signal, such as a verbal cue or walking toward someone, to mark the intended target…

If it was only one, you may still be able to fend them off even in your current state. Not without risk, mind you, but there was still a chance to get home if it was. There was no chance if others were lurking about.

You really should have gone home straight away after all.

The others standing around either didn’t notice your predicament or pretended not to. You couldn’t blame them, though, you had been in their position before. It was impossible to intervene for everyone in Zaun without burning out or being a corpse discovered the following morning. Occasionally someone tried to be saviour to all but the weight always got to them in the end, if a knife didn’t get to them first.

It may seem cruel to those who didn’t live it but it was survival to those who did. There was no malice and, before this moment, you had thought there was no resentment—it was understood everyone’s time came eventually—but you couldn’t help but feel something toward everyone letting you be the sacrificial goat. You didn’t blame them but also you did.

While waiting moments earlier, you had idly scanned the area for possible escape routes, habit at this point and not something you thought you would need to be aware of. There were some ways you could go but none that would work when you didn’t know if there were others in the shadows. And you had to assume there were—it was a common enough method down here.

Shifting tactics, you slowly start backing up. It may look like it was out of fear but there was one person in the crowd whom you recognized and forcing her involvement was your best play as far as you could tell.

Or you were setting up a three-way brawl that you would definitely not win.

She instantly notices what you’re doing, of course. She had been watching since the worm first said something but wasn’t going to bother getting involved. Now it was looking like she might have to so she shifts to better watch the scene unfold while still appearing oblivious. She wasn’t going to do anything if she didn’t have to, not for some stranger.

Still, she watched as you deliberately violated an unspoken law of the underground. Even children knew about personal space.

She didn’t know if she was amused by the gall or pissed at it.

You were hoping the creep would see what you were doing and back off but they just kept coming—either they hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. You risk a quick glance back to judge distance and draw attention to the woman but the bastard is focused on you and only you. Even the others were standing a bit more rigid now, conversations a bit more strained, aware of what was happening.

No one was going to help. You had gambled and lost. Resignation of what was to come set in.

“You want something?” came a gruff voice behind you. It may have been directed at you but it was loud enough to carry beyond. More than a few breathes were held as the tension hit boiling point.

Given the way the jackal’s face blanches and how abruptly they stop, you got your answer to how much they caught. It was a small, meaningless victory but it was something at least. It almost made you smile.

“Nope, nothing,” they stammer as they move to quickly put others between you and them. Well, them and the woman behind you, you weren’t naive enough to think otherwise. They don’t leave completely, still not giving up their prey, but it gives you space to start planning your escape.

You’re very much aware of how close the woman is behind you and how her eyes burn into your back. You want to step away but had to force yourself to stay. The creep may be cowed for the moment but they hadn’t left, that meant keeping them in your sight and ignoring the agitation moving up your spine.

Fighting the discomfort, you consider your new position. You have a head start now, not much of one but it may allow you to run. If you could make it to a narrow passage, numbers advantage won’t count for much. You could also lure them in and switch to the offensive, take them by surprise. Maybe the play was—

“Order thirty-seven!” You jump at the sudden interruption to your thoughts. That was you. You automatically make your way up to the counter, the pressure easing with distance but you can still feel the eyes on you. Multiple sets of eyes. The rough-looking vastaya inside the stall hands you a bag without acknowledging you or what’s unfolding. He had seen it all before and would see it again. The faces changed but the act was the same.

Such was life here.

You aren’t sure what to do now. You can try running but staying was still the safer. You couldn’t stay all night—you would have to sleep at some point and even the bars closed before the morning bustle started—but maybe the bastard would get bored before then.

Or maybe they would be patient knowing you’re trapped.

Any chance of being allowed to leave in peace had evaporated when you made them look like a fool. It limits your options but you don’t regret it. While debating what to do, a streak of red shoots by your peripheral vision. You hadn’t heard another number be called but one must have.

But just like that, the one thing you knew would give the vultures pause was walking off. There was no more time to plan, you had to act. Now.

Making up your mind, you pretend to examine the contents of your bag before turning around and start after the woman. You want the buffer space but had to stay close enough to make anyone who was after you hesitate. If you weren’t being pursued, you could double back and head home. If you were…

The die had been cast, the only thing left was to see how it lands.

After weaving through numerous alleys and streets, sometimes only having a guess on where to go next, you can’t see anyone still following you. You’re about to break off when you nearly run into Sevika as she waits around a corner for you, fully aware you’ve been tailing her this whole time.

Turns out you aren’t as sneaky as you think.

“Two behind, one above,” she says curtly but quietly so only you can hear, not that there was anyone else around to eavesdrop. She roughly nudges you to keep walking while she takes up position on your flank. Anyone watching would assume you were friends but you tense at the possible threat—not everyone took kindly to being shadowed, after all.

You let her guide you through the maze as you think on what she said. You consider yourself an observant person but it was news to you that there were multiple people in pursuit. Sure you aren’t a professional but you would have noticed at least one, right? Part of you wants to stop and look but when one of the most powerful people in Zaun offers you aid, you don’t waste their time.

Or there was no one and it was a trap to punish you.

Despite the urge to attempt to spot anyone, you continue to obediently follow Sevika. You have no idea where you are now so have no choice but follow or risk being lost. No more words are spoken—you don’t know what you’d even say—but given the way she casts her eyes about, you figure you’re not alone.

You there's nothing you can offer to help, the best thing you can do is to stay close but not get in the way.

After what feels like forever, you eventually find yourself in front of a nondescript door. It looks like all the others you passed but for this one Sevika pulls out a key. With a click, it unlocks and she steps inside as casually as someone getting home from brunch. You aren’t sure if you’re welcome to join her, though. It was one thing to latch onto someone in the street but entering their residence was too personal, too much of a violation. You know you weren’t safe out here but you still balk at crossing the threshold.

Zaun may be filled with all manner of the uncouth according to Piltover but there were still rules, still things not that weren’t done. You had already broken one earlier, another may too much even if your life was in danger.

Luckily you’re saved from obsessing about it.

“In or out?” comes Sevika’s voice from inside. That was all you needed. Darting inside, you quickly close the door only for it to dawn on you the position you just put yourself in. This was Sevika, someone who was skilled at close-quarters combat and no stranger to violence. Someone who could overpower you without breaking a sweat and regularly dealt with worse than you.

And you had willingly locked yourself in a confined space with her, so focused on the vermin you didn’t see that cat.

Maybe you had better odds outside after all.

You freeze, rooted as panic seeps in. It wasn’t the fear you felt earlier, this was the deep, raw panic of knowing you’re completely helpless, that nothing you do will change things.

You can’t move, can’t think, can barely breathe.

Sevika huffs but otherwise ignores you as she goes about her regular post-work routine. You may as well be a new, unfortunately placed statue that had followed her home. As long as you stayed put, she was fine leaving you where you stood until she could deal with you properly.

So what if you were scared? She wouldn’t lose sleep over it.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she gives an exasperated sigh. “You can sit there,” she juts her chin at a worn couch. Your feet are heavy but they respond to her command despite not responding to yours. You sit meekly where directed and try to make yourself as small and as unobtrusive as possible but that was a skill useful for blending into crowds, not disappearing into furniture. “Spoon or fork?”

You’re caught off-guard, completely forgetting the context. “Uh, fork?” you answer, turning it into a question. Why would you phrase that as a question? You’re nervous but so nervous you can’t even pick a utensil? You cringe internally. That was something you’d be embarrassed about later.

Sevika rolls her eyes but half-places, half-tosses a fork on the scarred coffee table before you. She leans against a counter and stares at you while she eats, evaluating you. You can smell the spice where you sit but there’s no indication she feels any of it.

Under her scrutiny, you mechanically unpack your takeout, not that you still have an appetite. You don’t need to look up to know every move you make is being judged. You take an occasional nibble to be polite but mostly you move things around until your meal becomes a congealed shadow of its former self.

“Enough already,” snaps Sevika, breaking the silence. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You wince at the anger in her voice. “I don’t know.”

“Clearly.”

The derision in that single word gets to you in a way nothing else had all night. You were done biting your tongue, done taking what others thought of you.

The single lightning strike that causes a roaring wildfire.

“Sorry for inconveniencing you so much!” you snarl, all panic forgotten. “Sorry for wanting to eat something wasn’t garbage at the end of a long week. Sorry not all of us can solve problems by punching them. I didn’t plan on this and I never asked for your help. You were the one who decided to do more than exist!” You glare at Sevika, daring her to do something, anything.

She simply watches you, though, not taking the bait. If your words got to her, she didn’t show it. There may have been a momentary flicker of something but you’re too worked up to say for certain.

Part of you wished she had responded with anger of her own, given you a target to focus on. Now that the dam was broken, all of the bullshit you had been dealing with was crashing into you, forcing you to feel the weeks, months, years of anger and stress and injustice, everything you had pushed down and excused.

It's agonizing.

Fortunately Sevika isn’t unsympathetic—she knows what it’s like to grow up on these streets, how it is to swallow crap to survive. She’s also aware of the truth in your words, any bite they had was because she acted alone in helping you. She may not think the best of you but she understands where you’re coming from.

It doesn't stop her from gripping the counter a bit tighter or pressing her lips a bit thinner, though.

Not that you notice.

You work yourself up and up, jaw clenching, palms sore and bleeding from digging nails into them, not registering the protests from all the muscles pushed beyond their limit. You want to pace, to punch something, to make someone else hurt the way you do. By some miracle you keep enough wits to stay seated, but that’s all. You feel like a rabid beast and long to be let off the leash, to feel your fangs sink into someone’s neck.

It’s intoxicating and you lose yourself in it for a time.

But you can’t stay like that forever and slowly the wildfire dies down. There are still embers but the flames are gone. You exhale as the last tendrils leave, sagging into cushions as muscles no longer hold you upright. You feel like you should have tears welling up but you’re only tired now. Not angry or scared, just… tired.

“Seriously,” asks Sevika now that it was safe to speak, “Why?”

For the first time, you look around. You don’t know what you expected but it wasn’t this. It was neither dirty nor clean. Well-cared for tools glistened on a workbench but the rest of the place was muted, almost somber. It was modest but not rundown.

It was strangely fitting.

Sevika watches, giving you time to answer but it’s clear you were expected to answer. Closing your eyes, you focus on your breathing, slowing your racing heart before attempting to respond.

“I…” you start before the lump in your throat makes it too painful to talk. You swallow it and take another steadying breath. It hurts and your tongue feels too thick and your mouth too dry but you can talk this time. “No one was stepping in so I had to make someone.”

A single nod encourages you to continue.

“I get it, get why no one helped, but I didn’t want to go out like that. You have a reputation. I didn’t have time to think, only act. You were there, you know how fast it happened.”

“You’re lucky I was more annoyed at that worm than you.”

“I know,” you smile ruefully, “it was a risk.”

“A big one.” You couldn’t argue with that.

After a few moments of reflective silence, you say softly, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” A twinge of guilt makes it clear you mean it.

Sevika lets herself relax at that. Not that she’d admit it but the events of the night had put her on wary edge. She hadn’t been worried per se, but she knew someone with a bruised ego couldn’t be brushed off, shouldn’t be disregarded no matter how insignificant they seemed. She’d have to look into any connections they had but that was for later, for now she wanted a drink and to unwind.

She pushes herself up and disappears into the back room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sit there, ruminating on what had lead to everything and how much you were pushing down, there was more than you’d have guessed. It would take a while to really process but despite everything, you were more at ease than you had been in a while.

It wouldn’t last but you were grateful to have a moment of peace before the end.

“You know they’re probably still out there, right?” Sevika calls from the other room, stating the obvious and drawing you back to the present.

“Yup.” No point in drawing it out or imposing further. You stand up, ready to face what was coming.

Back walks Sevika into sight, holding a pillow and blanket. “You can stay here if you want. I’ll make sure you get home tomorrow.” She acts like it’s not a big deal but you can almost detect an awkward undercurrent to her words and movement.

“Really?” You hadn’t expected this, wouldn’t have dared ask for it. Relief washes over you as you sit back down with a soft thump. You were still prepared to face whatever was on the other side of that door but glad you didn’t have to, not tonight. “Thanks.” It seemed like too small a word after everything.

Sevika grunts your gratitude away, handing you the bedding nonchalantly. “And eat your damned food,” she chides, eyeing the cool, forgotten mess that had started everything.

You smile and your appetite returns with a vengeance.

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A/N: Put the stalking warning just in case but I was thinking of prey animals and animal hunting methods. Basically thinking of any number of nature documentaries. I also spent way too long editing and rewriting this so some words might be missing or doubled up, and writing in second person is not my forte. Once again I'm reminded why I dislike coming up with titles.

[fayecreates]

Out of Control

Premise: Vastaya! Fem Reader x Sevika (as per the people’s vote) heat. Yeah, thats about it. Also the readers a dog humanlike Vastaya.

A/N: there are not enough words in the dictionary to save my dignity, but thats okay, im cringe and free.

I refuse to have anyone beta read this, and i wrote this over the course of like a week. I dont proofread either so good luck.

Warnings: smut (obviously), humiliation, degradation, only frottage (if you can even call it that(i dont care)), puppygirl kink? (I hope y’all would get that from the premise) established relationship but its recent, uhhh yeah

Words: 2,218

Sevika was a nice girlfriend. She was protective, generous, and just overall nice even if she wasn’t open about it. What you two had was nice to say the least. Her giving acts of service to you with a grumble and her always upset resting face grew more and more endearing. It wasn’t like you needed her for everything, you were far from a helpless damsel needing a shining armor. Being a Vastaya in Zaun meant you had to help yourself because no one else would. You had grown up here, and made your way to a nice (nice for Zaun at least) paying job with a girlfriend who loved you dearly. What could be so bad about the life you pulled together?

Heat. Thats what would ruin it all.

The day of reckoning, as you’d call it, was similar to an actual dog’s heat. It was one of few things that distinguished you from a human. It only happened once a year, but because of the intense effects of it you questioned if you should rip out your uterus. The overwhelming arousal would consume every waking thought. You would barely sleep, eat, or do anything besides try to relive it. Leaving the house was dangerous, you were too susceptible to the ill intentions of creepy men.

Fortunately, you had the privilege of being able to just stay home for a week and tear stuff up from utter frustration. Unfortunately, you told your lovely girlfriend that you’d play cards with her at the Last Drop tonight. You felt horrible, not only just from the heat but also from the fact you had broken a promise. You felt a weighing feeling of guilt as you laid on your couch, sharp nails digging into the cushions. You had only worn a loose robe, just enough to cover yourself but not too much as to overheat.

You laid on that couch, hands covering your eyes as one leg escaped the fabric of your robe. You tried distracting yourself from all of the borderline disrespectful thought, but it was all for nothing. You thought of Sevika, her eyes and how they stared into your soul, her face, her lips, her arms, both flesh and metal, her chest, how muscular she was. Imagining how she’d kiss you, her tongue would brush against yours for what felt like hours, though it never went to any more. Your fluffy tail brushed against the fabric of the cushions, you wanted it all to be over. You thought of her fingers, how would they feel when they pressed against—

A loud knock came from the front door

Your ears perk up at the noise, it was only a few feet away from your head, impossible to ignore. You quickly sat up, a mixture of sweat and… other liquids dripped down your inner thigh. You attempted to compose yourself to the best of your ability, maybe if your acting was good enough you could act like you werent home, depending on who it was. With light footsteps towards the door, you looked out the peephole, seeing the tall woman you broke a promise with. Ideas raced through your head, how could you avoid her for up to 10 days? Act sick? Pretend you went on a trip? As your thoughts continued, another loud knock cause you to jump a small bit.

“Open up, i know you’re there.” Sevika’s voice boomed, she sounded mostly pissed but it was hinted with a softer tone that was reserved for you. Now torn again, you thought about more options. I mean how bad would it be if you did open up?

Hesitantly, you unlocked the door, opening it only a smidge. “…hi..” is all you managed to mumble out as you peaked through the crack. She glared down at you, honestly it just made your condition worse. You could see her, not just in your crude dreams now, all 100% of her. You could smell her, a mix of whiskey, burnt wood, and the faintest smell of sweat filled your nose. It was utterly intoxicating. “You really think you can just leave me for shits and giggles? If you didnt want to show up, say it.” She says with a look of disapproval, and as hard it is to admit, it sent a shock through your body. You thought a range of thoughts, ones that were born of pure degeneracy, to simply how you should respond. “Well?” She says, putting her hand on the side of the door, pushing it open a bit.

A moment passed as you attempted to compose yourself more. You decided to just come clean… mostly…

“Uh… i-i didnt mean to leave you… i have a little problem, and i couldnt talk until now…” you mutter, your ears pressed flat against your head showing your guilt. However, your fluffy wagging tail contrasted that. She pressed the door open just a bit further, the low warm lighting from your home illuminating her. You couldn’t help but stare, your eyes drifted towards her muscular arm. You always loved that part of her, thinking of all the things she could do just with one arm. “And that ‘little problem’ is…?” Sevika says with an almost disrespectful look down at you, she fully assumed you were just lying. “Uh… heat…” you mumbled reluctantly. It was deathly embarrassing, you wouldn’t ever be caught dead admitting that to anyone, let alone your girlfriend. Being a desperate little whore was far from easy to say. “You better come up with a better excuse than that.” She says with a sharp laugh, although you just looked up at her nervous and almost a bit scared. “Are you serious? You’re too hot to even tell me a simple sentence?” You vigorously shake your head. It was simple misunderstanding, but it would be twice as humiliating to explain that. “…like Vastaya heat,.. not temperature…” you mutter, your voice just a bit louder than the previous muttering. She looked down at you, her expression shifting slightly to be less upset, you could’ve sworn she even smirked a bit. Her hand pushed the door open even more, your eyes trailed down her body once more. Looking at her broad shoulder, her chest, her thigh, all of her was so perfect in your eyes.

“You could’ve just started with that. Now, let me in already, it’s cold out.” Sevika says, her tone more calm. You quickly stepped away from the door, allowing her to waltz right in. She towered over you, not just physically but also just in your demeanor. Your hands gripped at the hems of your robe, as an attempt to control yourself better. She looked around the living room, it wasn’t the first time she’d been in your house but you’d at least tidy up before she came there. Your old clothes were thrown around, various parts from your hobbies were barely started or just opened from when you tried to distract yourself, and the couch… the couch you recently just laid on as you had various carnal imagery flash through your head. Your slick dripped onto the cushions, just ruining them. You were embarrassed, you tried being proper and put together for Sevika. You tried to be good for her.

“So this is where you’d rather be.” She teased, her eyes lingering for a bit too long at the couch before they locked back on with yours. You didn’t know how to continue this, you didnt even know what she wanted from this encounter. You thought, just for a minute, that you could… maybe… ask her for a little help with your heat. It wouldn’t quench it, but it would relieve you for at least a few hours. Well that depending more on what you both did. “Um… Sevika, can i ask you a favor…?” You say quietly, looking up at her with a shy look. Your heart raced, you shifted your weight onto one of your legs. She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Can… uh… we have sex… or something…?” You ask, awkward as hell. It’s not like you’ve ever asked anyone else for sex, especially not when you are mid heat. Her eyes widen just slightly as she stared down as you.

“Say please.” Is all she said, furthering your embarrassment.

“…please…” you mumble, she was getting a kick out of just making your more and more embarrassed for something she saw as an everyday (or so) thing. Her smirk grew as she looked down at you. “Good girl.” She says, her voice low, almost a growl. She ruffled your hair just a bit. Your face flushed a deeper shade at the praise, it was all you ever wanted. Her hand fell down the top of your head to your cheek, tilting your head up as she looked down in your eyes. Those grey eyes stood out so beautifully from her deep dark circles beneath her eyes, burning into your soul. She leaning down just a bit, kissing you softly. Your ears perk up excitedly at the soft touch. Her fingers grip the base of your ear, pulling you towards the couch. She let go, sitting down with you in front of her, and you just followed like lost puppy. You move to sit beside her, a gentle yet firm hand on your hip stopping you. “Hold on.” She says, every second without any sort of stimulation felt like hell but you’d follow any order for a chance at it. “Kneel.” She says, her voice so loud in your ears from the utter silence you previously laid in for hours. You sat on your knees in between her spread legs, as she smiled down at you, a hand briefly cradling your cheek once more. Squeezing your thighs together, you waited as patiently as your body allowed. “Now, be a good girl and take that off for me.” She says using her boot to signal to your robe, not even lifting a finger. Your fingers fumbled but after a moment you slide off the robe, barely ashamed of your state at this point. Cold air hit your bare skin but all you did was lean forward more. “Since when have you been so obedient?” She asked rhetorically, either way you would’ve stared up at her a little dumbfounded and excited. She took her hand and gently held your cheek, caressing it with her thumb. It felt so gentle and sweet but underlying was just pure condescension.

“Puppy, tell me, what do you wanna do?” Sevika asked, her dark grey eyes felt like they could burn through you. The pet name alone made you throb just a bit harder, you couldn’t admit that though. Words felt like they were stuck in your throat, your hands rested on the cushion, just between her spread legs. “Can… i wanna cum,.. please…?” You beg, rolling your hips on nothing besides the air around you. Her hand migrated from your cheek to your chin, holding it firmly upwards.

“Then go on and fuck my leg if you’re so desperate.” She says, giving a firm pat the top of your head before leaning back on the couch. You looked up, mostly in disbelief. How could she be so cruel? But, in the same vein, you were desperate as she said. You hesitated, her judging eyes saw every small movement. She ever so slightly raised her eyebrows and nodded her head, as to signal to do something. You, reluctantly, sat so her leg was just inbetween yours. She moved her leg forward, pressing so her calf was flush with your core. It was like electric was sent through your body. The small touch made you whimper. You, after a second, put your hands around her leg, she had still kept her clothes on but that wouldn’t prevent your horniess. Slowly pushing your hips up and rolling them back down, you bit your lip as to not be too loud. Her gaze lingered on you, she seemed a little disinterested almost, not lifting a finger for you. Your fingers gripped her thigh, like she would leave if it were any lighter, your rutting was sloppy and born of just lust. You looked downwards as an attempt to avoid the shame, you could feel her eyes burning through your skull either way. Moans fell from your lips like it were as simple as breathing. It felt bad, physically it was amazing. Her hand reached up to your ears, gently scratching behind them. Feeling her touch only amplified everything. The pure arousal, her scent, her touch, the small hums that escaped her lips. It was euphoric. With each little thrust of your hips, you grew closer and closer, panting heavier and heavier.

“I-i… im gonna— im close…” you manage to sputter out despite your head being clouded by lust. “I know, puppy.” She says, still rubbing your head. With only a few more sloppy rolls of your hips, the tension you held washed away. Riding out your orgasm with rough, loud moans and pants. After a small minute, in which you had mostly just attempted to catch your breath, the same arousal flashed over you once more.

“…’Vika… i-i want more…” you said between heavy breaths.

[f1shbonez]

💧 Water Under The Bridge 💧

So far the hero shtick was busier and less glamorous than Jinx had imagined. 

Save half of Zaun, nearly die (again), fight off the Big Bad hurting captives and enforcers… One good thing just snowballed to another, then another, until people were looking at you funny for taking a second to catch your breath. To think, under twenty-four measly hours ago she’d almost been dog-chow. It wasn’t like she’d planned to die, clawed to pieces in the deepest depths of Stillwater Hold…but walking free coming home to Isha felt surreal in its aftermath. Like she’d died without knowing and gone someplace else, just for a moment. 

…Maybe it was a good thing she hadn’t died, Jinx found herself thinking in the aftermath of their reunion. Something about the force the kid had collided into her, the gross snivelling- hell, even the way Sevika was keeping her stony gaze averted…would her sacrifice have even been worth it, to them? To anyone? 

Jinx wasn’t supposed to die in the belly of Stillwater. 

Not while The Lanes needed their symbol. 

Not while Vander needed her.

Not while Isha needed her. 

Some issues were bigger than yesterday’s ghosts. Helping people…it hadn’t been so bad, even when she hadn’t cared- or meant to. Gentle fingers teased through Isha’s freshly coloured hair, weaving strands into a neat braid- bringing order to chaos. It felt strange, almost undeserved, seeing how upset the kid had been at the prospect of losing her. 

It was nothing that a morning of nail polish and paint couldn’t stir a little life back into. Was this how Vander had felt, muddling through with a bite-sized Powder all those years ago? A fond smile settled across Jinx’s lips as she worked, seeing every hint of life and security flood back into the child with every hair tie and brush of colour. 

“There,” Jinx murmured, propping a hand on her hip as she stood back to admire the transformation. She’d humoured the requests for blue hair, a little face paint…the basics. But the full Jinxer look? Well, truthfully, before today it had felt a little over the top. 

But it made the kid happy. 

Adorned with her own body paint (tattoos and all), mini blue braids, Jinx-inspired clothes cobbled together from scraps and a couple of smoke bombs, Isha was grinning again. 

It was like looking at Powder. But happier. 

A Powder that believed in herself. 

A Powder that everyone else could believe in, too. 

Sevika’s plan to palm her off to the Firelights had done a number on the kid’s spirits. But the New Plan- the killing two bugs with one boot plan- was one that Isha was quick to jump onboard with. She was keen to be busy again. Keen to be helpful. Jinx could understand that.

The drop point was simple, two blocks west of the lower markets- not far from the very street Isha had plummeted into her life for the very first time. This was where Sevika had planned to hand her over? Hmph. Jinx tasted the irony for a moment as she settled into place, removed from sight in a large shattered ventilation pipe above. This wasn’t the way their jobs usually went. Usually, Isha was the one who played stealth. Not today. Fondly, Jinx watched as the kid came face to face with the familiar shape trudging to the drop point. Mask off. No buddies. Wow, Ekko really was whipped when it came to kids, huh? With a soundless huff, Jinx shook her head, picking at some of the blue paint from around her fingers, blind to the irony. 

“And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna show up.” Jinx’s tell-tale voice drawled lazily from the pipe above, just at the point where Isha had started to look uncomfortable at the prospect of going anywhere with their visitor. Sure, they’d gotten here early to allow time to get into position, but Ekko had been late. Heh. Some things never changed.

Wow. The acoustics in here were great. Very dramatic.

As though the echo of her voice above would be difficult to triangulate, Jinx popped her head out from the mouth of the pipe- a carefree signal to mark her cross-legged vantage point. 

Look- it’s me- hi! Here I am!

“Long time no see, Ekko.”