#i would pay sevika to hit me

[samfangalore]

I love all the women in this show actually genuinely they are ALL so well written and what’s amazing is that NONE OF THEM ARE PERFECT

[not-rigel]

Admit Defeat

warnings: smut, facesitting, fingering, bottom! sevika (if you squint), lots of flirting, y'all are in love, sub! sevika (if you squint), yearning, lesbians being lesbians

work count: 4k

You don't remember who made the first move. You don't know what you had done to get Sevika to return your feelings. At some point, the two of you switched from only speaking in work-appropriate conversations to constantly flirting. The switch was far from gradual, a near overnight shift in dynamic. For weeks,  Sevika has been laying the charm on thick and you've been returning the banter. 

Tonight was no different. The two of you inside the near empty Last Drop, chatting over a game of billiards. Billiards isn't yours or Sevika's typical game but watching her bend over the table was too tempting a sight to pass up. 

“I ever tell you about the time I almost bled out?” Sevika says, chalking up her cue. 

“Just one time? That's a little boring, Sevika,” you tease. 

“I'd have to be stabbed to be bleeding, and you know how often that happens.” 

The answer was seldom. Sevika got into plenty of fights, but most ended with her mechanical claws in her opponent's gut. Never the other way around.  

“Go on. Tell me,” you urge. She finishes chalking her cue and sets it down on the edge of the table. Your eyes follow her as she walks around the table, searching for her shot. She studies the eleven ball, considering the difficulty. 

“Eleven, back left pocket,” she calls. She bends down to line up the shot. But instead of taking it, she begins her story. 

“I was at the harbor, the smaller one, on personal business-” 

“You were gambling,” you interrupted, leaning your weight to rest your hip onto the table. You watch Sevika's eyes follow your movement. 

Sevika shakes her head, “It was for personal business. Needed new plating for my arm, one that can withstand higher temperatures. I heard from a trusted source-” 

“At the brothel,” you interrupted again. She still hasn't taken the shot. Still bent over the table, cue lined to hit but her arm hasn't drawn back yet. 

Sevika laughs at your correction, “I heard at the brothel that someone was looking to trade down at the harbor. I went down there with an alright gun. Wanted to be rid of it anyway. I get there looking for the guy and I find he's got four other people with him, fucking bruisers by the looks of it.” 

Sevika takes a break in her story to finally take her shot, the eleven ball gliding across the felt and into the pocket she called prior. She stands, walking over to where you're leaning against the table. She smirks as she draws closer to you, stopping just close enough for you to feel her body heat. You look up at her, gaze dropping to her lips for a moment before moving back up to her eyes. 

“It's your turn again,” you tell her. You tilt your head toward the table, not breaking eye contact. 

“You're standing in front of my shot.” 

“My bad,” you playfully shrug, taking a large enough step back. Sevika immediately fills the space, stepping even closer to you than she was before. Another centimeter and your chests would be touching. 

Up this close, you'd have to crane your neck to make eye contact. But since you can't find it in you to look away from her lips, you don't have to look as far up.  Her tongue creeps from her parted lips and wets her bottom lip, surely to tease you. 

“As I was saying,” Sevika continues, aware you're watching each word, “I don't pay attention to the other guys, figured if I didn't treat them like a threat they weren't gonna fuck with me. And it worked for the most part. I get through the trade with my guy, no issues. I'm thinking it's over so I shake his hand, close the deal and wait for him and his goons to leave, cause I'm not gonna turn my back on them.” 

You nod, trying to follow along with her story but your attention is divided between how her lips quirk up into a smirk every other sentence. You loved this side of Sevika, the side that can't stop talking. The side that loves sharing her time with other people. The side that is heartfelt and open. 

“You still listening?” She says, pulling your thoughts away from her mouth and secret softness.

“Just skip to the good part,” you huff. You're not impatient and you could listen, and watch, her talk for hours. But the attraction between the two of you was a few degrees warmer tonight. You can't afford to overheat, especially since you work together. 

“Right. The good part. They think I'm looking for a fight so they jump me. I handled them fine enough, taking a few punches. Was focused on keeping them off of me. One of ‘em came charging at me with a knife, no fucking clue where he got it from, and aims right at my ribs. I wasn't really thinking, I just pushed his arm down. Fucking slashed my thigh open,” she continued. She bent over the table again and this time you could see her back muscles ripple underneath her shirt. 

You shift your hips slightly, so they brush against her side. 

“Can I see?” You ask. 

She stood up without taking her shot, taking a step to trap you between herself and the table, “I'd have to take off my pants.” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

She chuckles, “Thought you'd let me kiss you before trying to get me undressed.” 

This was the moment one of you would usually chicken out, coughing up a practiced excuse. But tonight was different. Seizing a confidence you've never held in your life before, you close the little distance there is between you. 

“Kiss me, then take your pants off.”

“Thank fuck,” she sighs. 

She reaches her right hand out, cupping your cheek and guides you to her mouth. There is a moment of hesitation from her, when your lips are a hair away. A chance for you to withdraw. But you won't take it. You push up on your tiptoes, smashing your lips into hers. 

Sevika hasn't felt genuine attraction like this in years. Her body feels like it moves on its own accord. Doing the opposite of what she usually does in situations like these. Fingers tracing over skin instead gripping. Tongue feeling the softness of your lips instead of claiming. Heart beating wildly out of her chest instead of being steady. 

Her chemtech arm holds you by your waist. Between her hips pressing into yours, the table behind you and her arm holding you up, you still feel like you'll melt right to the floor. 

Needing more purchase, you wrap your arms around her neck. Her hair tickles your fingertips and you need to feel more of the soft strands. When you tangle your fingers into her hair she shudders, her knees go weak and weight shifts to rest on you.

You take the time to kiss down her neck, feeling her breaths catch in her throat. Feeling her skin vibrate with her moans. When your lips press onto her pulse point you can feel her erratic heartbeat. It almost overwhelms you, how much she softens for you. 

You're surprised when she guides your hands from her hair down to her breast. Without any hesitation, you fondle her breasts, thumbs rubbing over where you know her nipples are. She's letting out moans above you, the sounds deep and throaty. 

She gasps out a ‘wait’ and you pull your hands and face away.  After she catches her breath she asks if you want to go back to her place.

She's staring deep into your eyes and you regret having looked at her mouth so much tonight. She has the prettiest eyes you've even seen, the most enchanting shade of gray you've ever seen. Like a thundercloud full of heavy rain, her eyes always held back a rough storm. Usually she's unreadable, but right now you know exactly what she wants. 

“Mine is probably closer,” you offer. 

At that Sevika nods, muttering out a soft “Take me.” 

You grab her hand and lead her out the Last Drop and in the direction of your apartment. It's far closer than Sevika's, hardly a five minute walk. Three minutes if you were really in a rush. You make it home in two and a half. 

It's a simple studio apartment, small but well within your needs. 

Once you step inside, she grabs you from underneath your ass, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around her torso. Your hands find their way into her hair, fingers dancing on her scalp. You needed her weak for you, and she was falling apart at the seams the more you touched her. She carries you over to the bed, hiding in the corner of your apartment. She sits down on your bed with you sitting on her lap.

Her hands grab at your shirt, shoving the offending fabric over your breasts until you break the kiss to pull your top over your head. You return to the kiss the moment your shirt is discarded behind you, pushing Sevika down into the mattress. She gasps into your mouth as her back thuds against the bed. 

Her hands are flat against your lower back, inching downwards to slip her fingertips beneath the band of your pants. Sevika guides your hips to grind over hers. You rut your hips into her, no rhythm or pace set. 

"You've got such a pretty face," you tell her. "You wouldn't want me to sit on it, would you?" It's something you've been waiting to experience, waiting for the right person. If there was anyone you wanted it with, without hesitation, it's Sevika. 

"I've been waiting for you to say that for so fucking long," Sevika laughs. You laugh with her, finding humor is how long you've spent dancing around each other. 

You roll off of her lap onto your back to shimmy off your pants and underwear. Within seconds, Sevika is sitting up to help you out of your clothes. You lift your hips and she pulls your pants and underwear down on one try. 

Seeing you near fully naked, Sevika admires your body. Every curve is in its perfect place. Every scar is like fine details painted into your skin. Each blemish makes you more and more of a masterpiece. She always thought you were breathtaking but the word felt much more literal now. Breathing was wasted energy, anything other than pouring her full attention into admiring you was useless to her. 

“Sevika… you're staring,” you said under your breath. 

“I- I'm going to die tonight,” she sighs, leaning down to press kisses to your shoulder. She kisses your shoulder until she's grounded herself, no longer lost in passion boiling over in her head. 

“I need you on my face. Now,” she says against your shoulder. 

“Patience.” 

“Fuck that. I need you. I can't wait anymore.” 

She grabs your hips, flipping you over to straddle her waist. She unclasps your bra, pulling the straps off your shoulders. 

“You're still dressed,” you gasped, trying to find an excuse to slow her down. 

“We'll get to that later. Sit on my fucking face.” She grabs at your hips trying to pull you up and shimmy herself down. You admit defeat when she pouts. 

You crawl up her body and place one knee to the left side of her head before swinging the other over her head. You don't sit down on her face yet, shifting your hips back to hover over her shoulders. 

“Fuck, please sit on my face. I can't wait.” her hands grab your thighs, metal and flesh fingers alike digging into you.  

You're ready to give yourself to her, but you're stopped by the look in her eyes. This time she's the one to take your breath away. 

You reach down and stroke her cheek, “You're so pretty.” 

Her hands loosen their grip on your hips, thumbs stroking your skin.

“You're beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful,” she whispered. The moment was so fragile but nothing could break how she felt for you. 

You feel the need to say something in return but the only words that come to mind are about how you're falling for her. And you can't give yourself away just yet. So you shift your hips over her face. Before you take your seat, you notice that you've forgotten a step in your haste. 

“Wait, we need a safe signal.”

“Like I'd fucking tap out,” she rasps, frustrated that you're so close but just out of reach. 

“Still, we need one.” 

“Fine. I'll tap you twice if I need you off. That work?” 

“That works,” you nod, shifting your hips to position right over her mouth. 

“Oh fuck, thank you.” She sighs before you lower your cunt onto her mouth. 

She starts with kisses to your folds, breathing in your scent while she can still breathe. Her lips press kisses everywhere she can reach, mostly over your labia. Her nose nudges right beneath your clit and you drag your hips back to get her right where you need her. Nose now bumping against your clit, your thighs clench from the added simulation. 

You can feel the tension, built up on months of pent up emotions, dissolving with each pass of her tongue. The tension melts down, collecting inside of you and waiting to be released. Her kisses become open-mouthed as your arousal coats her lips. You jerk your hips, moving your clit over her mouth. She licks around the bud, feeling it twitch and beg to be touched. 

Looking down, you can see her eyes are closed, eyes rolled back behind her lips. Her tongue swipes over your clit and you nearly throw your head back to moan, but you can't tear your eyes away from her. She looks too beautiful beneath you. It makes you feel like you're doing more than taking your own pleasure. It makes you feel like you're not on top, you're on your throne. Your insides clench again as she flicks her tongue over your clit. 

Sevika's hips squirm, trying to find some friction to calm the tension inside of her. Everything about you fuels how much she burns for you. She felt warm whenever you were around but with you filling her senses in this moment, she was close to combustion. She could distantly feel a liquid heat drip from her cunt. With each slow drip that leaked from her, her core coiled with excitement. 

Channeling her yearning into eating you out, she works her tongue over your clit. When you start to shift your hips again, she flattens her tongue letting you move wherever you please. 

You grab her by the hair, grinding onto her tongue to chase your orgasm. It's an orgasm you've been chasing everytime you've masterbated thinking about her. A fantasy that has been just out of reach, and even now it mocks you by running away. 

“Sev, I'm so close,” you choked out. 

You ride her tongue, desperation drowning out the aching in your muscles. Your thrusts are messy, but her tongue finds you each time. No matter where you move, Sevika is there. 

Your orgasm is done with being chased. It meets you, just the way you always imagined it would. It breaks the laws of physics, making gravity cease to exist. Your entire body is weightless as you gasp and choke out Sevika's name. Your grip on her hair is the only thing tying you to this world. 

When the world finally rights itself, gravity working as it should, you lift your weight off of her. Her hands pull your hips forward, setting your dripping hole over her mouth. There's so much more of you to be had and Sevika wasn't ready for the moment to end. 

She laps at your opening, groaning with every bit of cum she licks away. Your taste is even sweeter now, or maybe it was psychological. Sevika wouldn't put it past her to think you taste better after coming. You did things to her that she couldn't explain. 

She is pulled from her thoughts when you jerk your hips away and she detaches her lips. You swing a leg over her head and dismount inelegantly.

“Thank you,” she gasps after she catches her breath. When she no longer needs to gasp for air she takes a deep inhale through her nose, catching your lingering scent that coats her face. 

She doesn't have enough time to react before you straddle her hips and push at her top. You're surprised by your surge of energy but you'd be damned if you didn't return the favor. 

“Sev… Fucking strip for me,” you purr. 

She moans your name, hands reaching up to hold your face and bring you down for a kiss. You dodge the kiss, needing her naked for you. 

“Sevika, I want you. Please… you're too beautiful for me not to see.”  

That makes her heart skip a beat. Sevika doesn't accept compliments but you said that word like it's the truth. So she believed you. 

“Okay,” she nodded, her turn to admit defeat tonight. 

You lift off her lap, moving to unbutton her pants. She lifts her hips and you pull down the waist band. Her pants take more force than you expected to pull over her ass but after a couple tries, they slide all the way down to her knees. She begins to kick her pants down to her ankles then toes them off. 

“The scar is pretty obvious,” she says. You're confused for a moment then you remember why the two of you are in your bed in the first place. On her left thigh is a gash, a centimeter thick and 7 centimeters long. It was a deep cut, evident by how raised and pale the scar is. 

“Shit, that's really fucking bad. How'd you survive?” 

“Took two extra doses of shimmer. You'd be surprised by how life saving that shit can be.”

“Huh,” you shrug. She shifts her hips beneath you and you're back in the moment, forgetting her near death experience. Fuck the reason you finally got her into bed, you have her now and nothing else matters.

You are about to tug at her boxers when her chem tech arm reaches down and tears them apart with two tugs. You snort at her impatience. The amusement is soon gone when you see her cunt. Your imagination has failed you, she's prettier than any fantasy you've had. A trail of opaque, white cum leaking from her. 

“You fucking came?” you asked. 

“I can't control myself with you,” was the best explanation she could give. 

“Oh fuck,” you curse. You bend down to press kisses to her torso, trailing down the valley of her muscles. You don't care that you don't have her top off. If you were going to get your way tonight, it will be coming off eventually. But right now you want to feel her. 

You set your pace slow, kissing downwards to her thighs. She opens her legs, making space for you between them and you gladly take it. 

“Sevika, what do you want?” You doubt you could do anything she wouldn't want but it never hurts to be sure. 

Sevika stops to think for a moment. She imagined every single sexual scenario with you. So which one would she choose? A few crossed her mind but one made the coil of excitement return above the rest. The thought of your fingers, more slender and soft than hers, fucking her until she melts into nothing. 

“Finger me,” she pleads. Sevika keeps surprising you, using a desperate tone that goes against her character. 

“Oh shit, I'm going to fuck you so good,” you sighed. 

You get comfortable on your knees, intending to stay there as long as you can. You trail your fingers over her thighs, tracing words into her skin. You can't tell her that you're falling so you write it out. On her left thigh, ‘I love you” is etched. On her right thigh, “Stay with me” is drawn. 

“Stop tickling me, I need you inside me,” she whines. The sound almost kills you, her velvet voice whining for you to enter her. 

You trace your right hand over her thigh and toward her cunt, teasing just a little more. She gasps when you insert your middle finger. Maybe you do too, with how good she feels. You knew she was wet but what makes you lightheaded is how warm she is. 

Her whines no longer shock you, coming out of her with each slow stroke of your finger. Adding a second finger takes her moans up in pitch. Your fingers feel a thousand times better than she dreamed, non-calloused fingers pulling the coil inside her tighter. 

“More,” she pants. You don't want to leave her word up for interpretation so you ask for clarification. 

“More what? Another finger? Faster? Need me to rub your clit? Tell me,” you urged. 

“Faster! Touch my clit!” she gasps out. Sweat begins to coat her forehead. 

Your fingers pick up their speed, curling against her sweet spot. Without removing your fingers, you move over her right thigh, walking up on your knees before settling down. 

In this position you lay at her side, face next to hers and arm reaching down to finger her. Your palm rubs over her clit with each thrust. You dip your head down to attach your lips. She sighs into your mouth, lips parting to let you control the kiss. 

Everytime your lips meet, you find a new favorite way to kiss her. Now, you find you love biting her lip. She pants and moans into your mouth as her pussy squelches from your fingering. She sounds wetter with each thrust, your fingers gliding in with more and more ease. 

“Please,” she pants, “I'll make a mess.” 

It's your turn to groan into her mouth. That sentence was a threat and a promise. She shifts her hips nudging your fingers to the exact right spot. 

You feel her orgasm wet your fingers as she whimpers out your name. Nothing could've prepared you for how magical making Sevika squirt for you would be. Her breaths huffed into your mouth. Her thighs clamped around your hand. Her pussy leaked all over your fingers. 

After thirty seconds pass, her thighs unclench and you remove your hand. You bring it up to your lips but Sevika grabs your wrist before you can taste her. 

“Can we… I want us… I want to be yours.” Sevika says when she catches her breath. 

“As long as I can be yours.” 

She guides your wrist to your mouth and you take your coated fingers into your mouth. Her taste bursts over your tongue, earthy and slightly salty. You lick your fingers clean and commit her taste to memory. Not that you would never taste her again, but it's something you need to remember. Any moment spent not tasting her will be torture from now on. 

Sevika wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in to lay on her chest. You settle in, placing your head over her heart. The two of you hold each other, you're listening to her heartbeat steady itself. 

“Sorry about your sheets,” you hear her say, words rumbling in her chest. 

You sit up to inspect the damage. The image makes you laugh. Between her thighs is a little heart-shaped puddle. 

“I lo-” you stop before the words come out, “I don't care. It'll wash out.” 

You lay back down to cuddle her, “You came in a heart-shaped puddle, by the way.” 

Sevika snorts, not surprised that her body was outing her feelings for you. She presses a kiss to your forehead, settling for gratefulness that she didn't chicken out tonight. 

“Why did it take so long for us to do this?” you ask. 

“I was afraid you'd figure out that I'm in love with you,” she says. She meant to hide the words but they found their way out. Sevika loves the way you soften her, how you break away all the walls to her heart without trying. 

Your voice is a whisper when you speak, “Are you still scared?” 

“I'm terrified.” 

“Me too.” 

“Scared?” Sevika tries to get you to clarify. She needs to know. 

“No. In love with you.” 

[dissapointu]

hi!! may you do how arcane characters would react to their partner who is a famous model?

OMG YESSSS,

Jinx

“Wait, so, like… everyone stares at you for a living?” She’s jealous, obviously. But also super proud. She’ll crash your photo shoots, swinging from the rafters yelling, “THAT’S MY GIRL! LOOK AT HER FACE! LOOK AT IT!!!”

Also, don’t be surprised if she “borrows” some of your outfits and makes her own chaotic Jinx remix versions.

Vi

At first, Vi’s like, “Cool, you’re a model, whatever.” Then she sees you in one of your campaigns—posing in some ridiculously hot outfit—and she’s just like, “DAMN, THAT’S MINE?!” She’ll play it off with cocky comments like, “Guess I have to fight everyone now since they’re all looking at you.” But secretly, she’s your biggest fan and has your pictures saved on her Hextech phone.

Sevika

She’s unimpressed at first. “Modeling, huh? That’s nice.” But the moment she sees you walking a runway, her drink almost falls out of her hand. After that, she’s in full bodyguard mode, standing at your side looking scary AF whenever you’re in public.

“Let them look. But if anyone touches, they’re losing a hand,” she mutters while adjusting her mechanical arm.

Silco

He’s the type to be quietly supportive, but deep down, he loves that everyone’s obsessed with you. During arguments, he’ll smirk and say, “Funny, isn’t it? The most desired person in the world is sitting here arguing with me.”

He’ll pay for entire ad campaigns just to see your face plastered across Zaun. “It’s business,” he claims, but he’s just a simp.

Vander

Vander’s a little confused at first. “So… people pay you to stand around and look nice?” But when he sees you working, he’s like, “Oh, I get it now.” He’s so proud it’s borderline embarrassing, constantly bragging about you to his bar patrons.

“That’s my girl,” he says with a soft smile every time your picture pops up. Ugh, sweet dad energy.

Ekko

Ekko’s OBSESSED. “You’re a model and my partner? Talk about hitting the jackpot!” He’ll build you custom gadgets to make your life easier, like portable fans for shoots or little mirrors in your jewelry.

Also, he’ll 100% steal your sunglasses and walk around like he’s in a photo shoot himself, striking dumb poses and saying, “I learned it from the best.”

Jayce

Jayce is over the moon. “My partner is a model? Hell yeah!” He’ll take every chance to hype you up to literally everyone. “Did you see her latest campaign? She’s stunning, right?!”

But he’s also low-key insecure sometimes, like, “What do you see in me? I’m just a nerd with a hammer.” You’ll have to remind him that he’s hot, too.

Viktor

Viktor is quietly amazed. He’ll act like it’s no big deal, but you catch him staring at your magazine spreads for way too long. “The lighting is impressive,” he’ll mutter, pretending it’s all about the photography.

He’s secretly in awe of how confident you are. On bad days, he’ll say, “You know, you’re too good for me, but I’m selfish, so I’m keeping you anyway.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s the ultimate supportive girlfriend. She’s at every runway show, clapping politely but beaming with pride. Afterward, she’ll wrap you in her arms and say, “You looked breathtaking out there.”

Also, she’s so classy that she’ll casually mention your career to people like it’s no big deal, but inside she’s like, “Yeah, that’s MY girl, and she’s flawless.”

Mel Medarda

Mel is completely unfazed. “Of course, you’re a model. I wouldn’t settle for anything less.” She’ll attend your events in couture outfits that match yours, turning the whole thing into a power couple moment.

She’ll also help you navigate the industry with ruthless efficiency. “Darling, fire your agent. I’ll find someone better.”

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa is low-key smug about it. “You’re the most beautiful person in the room, and I get to take you home? Lucky me.” She’ll escort you to every event like a queen guarding her treasure, daring anyone to look too long.

She’s also the type to say something wildly inappropriate, like, “I could rip that dress off you right now,” while you’re on the red carpet.

Cecil B. Heimerdinger

Heimerdinger doesn’t really get modeling, but he supports you nonetheless. “Fascinating! Humans are drawn to symmetry and aesthetics, it seems.” He’s full of technical compliments like, “The angle of your posture was impeccable in that last shoot.”

Also, he’ll make you a tiny model of one of your outfits because he’s precious like that.

Salo

Salo acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s secretly super proud. “You’re a model? Huh. I guess that explains the constant photographers.” He’ll act like it’s no big deal, but he’s staring at your campaign posters like a lovesick puppy when no one’s watching.

Scar

Scar is SO hyped about it. “You’re a model? That’s badass!” he’ll hype you up every chance he gets, like, “Look at you, absolutely killing it!”

Also, he will definitely try to jump into your photo shoots, striking silly poses until someone kicks him out.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie is obsessed with you and not subtle about it. “I knew I was dating a goddess, but damn!” She’ll brag about you to literally everyone and start casually slipping into conversations like, “Oh, yeah, my partner? A literal supermodel.”

She’ll also steal your wardrobe for herself. “What? You look good in it, and so do I!”

Lest

Lest is super supportive in a quiet way. She'll attend your shows, sitting in the back with a soft smile, just proud of you. Afterward, she’ll hand you a little flower she picked on the way and say, “You were wonderful.”

She doesn’t fully understand the fashion world, but she thinks you’re amazing and tells you so every chance he gets.

TL;DR: Everyone is absolutely floored by your beauty. They’re either simping, bragging, or plotting to fight anyone who gets too close. You’re the it girl of their world.

[sevikasenby]

first time with sevika (specifically amab sevika) ao3 link w/c: 1.4k

“sev?”

“hmm?”

“you okay?”

“yeah, just-just give me a minute.”

“take all the time you need, there’s no need to rush, okay.”

sevika’s cock was already buried inside of you. it had been for about a minute until you realized she wasn’t moving. this was your, kind of, first time together. mainly the first time sevika was actually fucking you and her first time in general. she had never fucked anyone before. of course she’s eaten you out before, fingered you as well, but she was too nervous about fucking you.

it took some time before sevika finally told you she was actually ready. you let her make the decision of when you would do it and tonight had been that night.

so now here you were, laying on your back on the bed, your legs spread and sevika leaning over you, her hands holding her up while she adjusted to the feeling of you for the first time. of course you adjusted as well but you had done that way before she did. you had used a dildo before, so the feeling wasn’t all unfamiliar, but fuck, she felt so fucking good.

you could her throbbing inside you, making you moan softly and squirm under her. “are you okay?”

“i’m more than okay, sev.” you reassured her. “you sure you’re okay?”

she nodded. “i’m sure. just a little overwhelmed i guess.”

your wrapped one of your arms around her to caress her back, running your nails up and down, scratching her lightly. the other came up to cup her face, letting you caress the faint blue scars on her face. “i’ve got you, baby. you can move when you’re ready.” she lowered herself so she was resting almost all the way on top of you, a comforting weight you might say, and tucked her face into the side of your neck, giving you gentle kisses to calm her nerves.

it wasn’t much longer before sevika was taking in how your wet walls pulsed and clenched unintentionally around her, making her head spin with arousal.

“can i-“

“please.”

sitting up, she watched as she slowly drug her cock out of you, just enough to leave the tip still inside. she awed at the sight of both your arousals coating her. “fuck.”

she gripped your thigh and pushed it closer to you as she sank back into your warm, wet cunt. a moan slipped passed your lips as she hilted inside of you again.

“oh, you feel so good, sev.” your arm reached out to her. “come here.”

sevika’s lips met yours as she resumed her position on top of you. your legs wrapped around her as she started fucking you. it was slow at first, as expected, but she gradually increased her speed. you allowed her to set the pace, letting her fuck as fast or as slow as she needed. either way, you didn’t mind. the only things you were paying attention to were her reactions, making sure she was okay, the way her cock felt dragging in and out of you and the sounds of her beautiful moans above you as well as the squelching sounds your cunt was making.

“shit, you’re fucking soaked.”

“good girl, fuck- you’re doing so good, vika.” you moaned into her ear as she fucked her cock in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot every with every thrust.

she was not expecting that, and you could tell by the way her thrusts slowed but she tried to continue, clearing needing to catch her breath. “wanna-make- you feel good.” she said in between breaths.

“you are making me feel good, sev. you’re making me feel so fucking good.” you told her, moving the hair that was falling in her face out of the way. “you still okay?”

“yeah, a little overwhelmed still but yeah, i’m okay.”

“would you let me ride me? let you sit back and allow me to do some of the work?”

she thought for a moment before nodding and flipped you two over so now you were straddling her. you watched as her eyes became glued onto your cunt as you slid your wet folds along her head, letting your arousal and her pre-cum collect at her tip before sinking back down on her cock that she had lined up for you. the back of her hand flew up to her mouth, trying to stifle her moans but you were not about to have that. you grabbed her hand to pull it away and in doing so, the moan she was trying to hide slipped out.

“don’t get shy on me now, sev. let me hear you.” your arms wrapped around her neck, moaning at the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against yours and her cock being deep inside you. you tangled your fingers in her dark hair, pressing your forehead against hers as you started to ride her. the hand she tried to cover her mouth with, went to grip your hips along with her mech hand.

“that feel good, sev? huh?” she could only nod her head in agreement. “say it.”

“i-it’s so good, baby. you feel so fucking good.”

you smiled as you kissed her, her lips moving gently against yours. you continue to ride her, occasionally grinding against her to give your legs a break from the regular up and down.

still kissing her, you reached your hand down your body to touch your neglected clit. before you were able to reach your target. a short gasp left you, making you stop kissing and riding her. sevika was now on alert, worried about why you stopped, if you were hurt, looking at you for any signs of discomfort.

“are you-“

“give me your hand.”

before she could move, you were already grabbing her flesh hand off you hip. you took it and laid her palm on your lower abdomen, lifting yourself up and letting her feel the bulge she was creating every time you sank down onto her. the moan she let out was filthy. she could feel herself inside of you in every way possible. she was left speechless as she kept her hand on you while you continued to ride her.

you knew sevika was getting close when her head fell back against the pillows and her hips started to jerk upwards, meeting your thrusts. her breathing was heavy as strings of curses and moans fell from her mouth.

“you gonna come for me, baby?” she could only whine and nod against the pillows.

you leaned forward and cupped the back of her head, making her tilt her head up. “look at me,” you breathed. “i wanna watch you while come inside me.”

her eyes grew wide, another filthy, needy moan escaping her while her mech hand gripped your hip harder, guaranteed to leave marks. you grinned as you stopped riding her for a second, only letting her tip stay inside you and then slammed yourself back down.

you could feel your own orgasm bubbling up as you fucked yourself on her, “fuck- i’m so close sev. make me come, please make me come.”

her flesh hand came to rub at your very neglected, throbbing clit now. only a few circles on your clit and a few more drags on her cock that you both came.

a shaky moan and “f-fuck.” filled your ears as her body trembled against yours while she filled you with her release. you tried your best to keep your eyes on her, desperately wanting to see her pretty face while she came but your eyes rolled back so easily as pleasure coursed through your own body.

your body jerked as you continued to grind against her, riding both of you through your highs. you wrapped your arms around her, moaning into her neck. once you both had come down, you lifted yourself off of her, not wanting to cause either of you any sort of overstimulation.

“fucking hell.” was the first thing sevika said, making you smile as you went to lay down on the bed, dragging her with you. you both were still catching your breaths as her body relaxed against you, her arm wrapping around your middle and head laying on your shoulder.

you rubbed her back as you kissed her forehead. “you did so well, sev.”

“you did too.” she mumbled against you, sounding very tired. “that was amazing."

neither of you said anything after that, too tired to do so and only wanting to lay with each other after the experience you just had together before you had to go and cleaned up.

[wren-galathinyus]

alright bitches, screaming into the void again, act two of the second season just dropped and I am sobbing and inconsolable, as always, spoilers for arcane season two under the cut

-CAIT AND MADDIE?????? YOURE FUCKING KIDDING ME?????? HOW DARE THEY. the scream i scrumpt. but okay genuinely, I'm very curious how that dynamic works and started, I really am praying that it's just a casual thing and cait sort of rebounding, because to me caitvi is always gonna be endgame (side note, get it I guess, at least one of the girlies is getting laid)

-also I loved the paint the town blue music intro and how it can be interpreted and the way both sides can be seen with so much nuance but also how both sides can feel black and white about each other

-Mel being a bastard child is genuinely so funny to me with the notion that Mel didn't believe that her mother could fall in love, and now she's stuck with these freaky magic people. it's actually so interesting as it reminds me of the sorcerer class in dnd and how magic is inherent in the blood, but also, if you're a wizard, it's something you learn. as seen with Mel and the people that learn the arcane (the guy that saved baby jayce) (also the artificer which is everyone who utilises modern hextech, but specifically the inventors)

-the reuniting of Vi and Jinx!!! omg the tension, the grudge being held, but also the very clear longing for the sisterhood to be rekindled. and how this time, when Vi hits Isha (even though by accident) there's someone there to smile and ask if she's okay and to keep going. something something breaking the cycle of trauma.

-then to add onto that the fam reunion of Vi Jinx and Vander! and of course the fact that Vi chose to trust, again. despite how many times her trust has been broken and betrayed, she trusted again, and it payed off, because even if only for a couple days, she had a father back. she had a family, this time with a new younger sister addition

-and to add onto that even further!! the reunion of all of them with cait!! all of them are chosing trust and chosing forgiveness to try fight for a greater good and a future they wanted to fund!!

-the small family dynamic in the first episode that is sevika, Jinx and isha is so perfect to me. and I find it so curious that with isha, Jinx wants to leave behind revolution and violence to try and have something bordering on domestic. idk, I just love the three of them and how they would go to any end to save each other

-meeting young vander, silco, and the girls mum! it all started out so pure with so much hope. they wanted to leave a legacy and a world where you could raise children. and though they have failed initially, those children are now picking up the mantle. brimstone and blisters is an amazing phrase and goal

-small side note, I love seeing sevika try to step into a leadership role

-y'all what happened to ekko???? please, why is he on the mural?? I swear he better be in the final act. but I love to see that the fireflys are still thriving

-viktor and jayce truly are doomed yaoi and it's going to doom the whole rest of the narrative... and I kinda love that for them. all jokes aside though, it's amazing to see both of their developments and how viktor grew and created this amazing (if very uncanny valley) society (cult), and jayce, tormented by the touch of the arcane, driven close to madness, is so destructive. and despite one promoting growth, the other destruction, I'm actually not sure which one of them is in the right! like is the hexcore inherently evil and thus viktor and his community, or is Jayce delusional and going to self destruct in the worst possible way? or both! or neither! we'll see

-haha omg Jinx not being recognised and then also being laughed at for her pants

-the warden of stillwater is dead and all I can say is thank fuck 😌

-the scene in the prison! holy fuck. Jinx and sevika releasing everyone and Jinx making the sarcastic proclamation, only to be met with genuine connection from her fellow Zaunites. all of them touching her shoulder as they pass. "we see you, we know that you have done bad, we choose you, you are our hope" is what it says to me. and you can see that it really gets to Jinx, that she's having this holy shit people cherish me moment

-ambessa is amazing and awful. I don't love her but what a character she is. she's driven and corrupt and full of so much love and hate (fuck that other guy tho, the one that always stands near her who I can't be bothered to remember the name of, glad he dies, acab)

-so much diverse animation in these three episodes you absolutely love to see it! vander with his almost abstract view of the world when he's in a rage, only seeing in colours of blood red. the way that isha sees the world in her childlike sketch while reliving moments. the soft and peaceful almost watercolour sketch of vanders mind behind Warwick's animal brain. how much peace and love goes into every detail of this show will never cease to amaze me

-that one guy will never catch a break from Vi and it's the funniest running joke in the series

-Caitlyns face when Vi calls her cupcake

-the way Jinx draws her name under her eye with Vi's pitfighter paint in the same fashion as Vi's tattoo. it really says to me that Jinx still idolises her and wants to be like her sister still, no matter how much they've changed. while also accepting that there are parts of each other that neither want

-Caits character... ooh boy this one's a doozy. so yes, fascist dictator style, but we still see remorse from her. a want for things to be better for everyone. the deep desire to be able to change things for the better without mass acts of violence. but again clinging to the need for revenge. at least at the start. she still very much betrays ambessa when she sees how much pain she's willing to cause to fuel her own purpose though. I think she's come to terms with the fact that what she wants is something she has to try to achieve without becoming a monster. she's deeply flawed. she's amazingly complex. I'm in love with her. she's a cop. she's a heartbroken daughter. she wants to fix the world. she may have broken it a little under the deeply misguided tutelage of Noxus. I really can't wait to see her in the final act. especially since I believe she is going to be part of the revolution now

-Jinx calling the gauntlets bitch mittens 😂😂

-he's your father too (ouch)

-yknow, genuinely thought the pitfighter arc was gonna be longer than that but I'm not too bothered by it. I'm also really glad to see that Vi is allowed to be wrong! she is amazing but also makes a lot of mistakes, and she has people in her life that aren't afraid to call her out for her shit. I feel like a lot of people think she can do no wrong because she feels like the main protagonist, but the show continues to remind you that she's just a person, and one who is deeply fucked up by her trauma, but she is trying her best

-also just noticed the detail of the black rose having the red galaxy as their sort of ethereal plane, while viktors is a deep blue. I wonder if that's to do with the combating magics that they posses and if they are in opposition, whether thematically, morally, or any other kind of way. just thought it was cool

-also is it just me or does the dog on Vi's jacket look like a domesticated version of the wolf that Singed used to revive Vander??

-the way that both Vi and Jinx sound like their mother

-the hug? I actually cried

-and finally. omg isha why??!?!?!?!? holy fuck I know that it was desperate, but child just pulled a season one act one powder move. what is the fallout of this explosion gonna look like? are we going to lose vander for a second time? is isha gonna die? how will our main crew fare? I can't wait for the final act. it's gonna be amazing!!!

-I lied, final final thought, Cait disarming Vi was so funny (and also hot)

sorry is none of this is very articulate or if some of it is a bit repetitive, but I needed to get it out of my system. please feel free to add thoughts or even tell me if you think I've got some things wrong!

[artemismademeawoman]

Arcane changed my brain chemistry.

I mean, I like buff ladies before Arcane dropped, but Vi and Sevika and Mel's mom?

I would pay good money for them to hit me.

[warpaiint]

⌜ @independentzaun ⌟ ―― B a r o n e s s - C a i t l y n . & . S e v i k a

❝ Sevika had been trying to do this quietly. She had been getting used to her new prosthetic arm enough to be able to pick locks if given just a little tiny bit more time than average. She had been trying to improve, and get faster. She had been trying not to get irritated because of the itching from her shoulder, and the absence of any real sensation from her new hand and the difficulties of the talons and the off again on again pulses of pain that sometimes decided to visit her. However Caitlyn’s comment made her hands stop for a second, and she took a long slow deep breath looking back at Caitlyn.

“You want it open, soon, Miss? As you wish.” If her new employer wanted the stupid door open soooo very quickly than open it would be. Standing up she reached out with her mechanical hand gripping the handle than shoved downwards, and than pulled upwards ripping the handle out of the door frame just before one boot came up kicking forward to slam the door open. The door itself ended up hanging off of one hinge as Sevika stalked forward. The inhabitant of the room let out a loud startled cry, but before they could move Sevika reached out grabbing a chair and hurled it at their feet not actually hitting them but as the chair shattered apart it was certainly intimidating. A moment later she turned motioning towards Caitlyn.

“The Baroness wants a word.”

She really should be more patient, but by the void that itching was annoying. ❞

Caitlyn noticed the little shifts in Sevika's shoulder, the way the weight of the metal arm seem to weigh her down a bit more than expected, ticks of irritation radiating off of her. Perhaps she would look into something to aid in the adjustment, she had some favors under her hand she could pull to get some proper improvements. "If you be so kind, yes. I'm sure they have enough money to pay for repairs," Caitlyn said, as she leaned up against a cane, the swan handle fitting her manicured fingers well, silver-tipped and her pointing resting against the head of the silver metal. Blue hair framed her face, as she watched Sevika instead of pick locking the door, literally rip the door handle off the hinges. The display of raw power just caused her to grin, as splinters fell to the ground and the door kicked in. Caitlyn turned her head slightly, making sure not to be harmed by any flying wood before walking behind Sevika as she gained the man's attention fully.

"Thank you, Sevika," Caitlyn said, as she stepped forward, her movements fluid and graceful, but an air of danger behind her back, like wings ready to rear feathery blades of steel. "It seems we have a bit of a problem, Mr. Trevor," Caitlyn said, as she lifted the cane and tapped the table he was sitting at. "We had a contract, one written in ink and stored away. I remember every word, and you… have not held up the end of your deal." Caitlyn said as she heard the man startling to stutter.

"Baroness, please, if y--" Caitlyn lifted a finger, silencing him with just a little. "Do not interrupt me, Mr. Trevor. I am not finished, and it's improper behavior to interrupt a lady," Caitlyn lifted the end of the cane from the table and place it under his chin. "If I do not have my money by the end of the week, you will be visited by one of my pretty birds. And trust me, they will not sing you a pretty song this time," Caitlyn said as she lowered her cane and smiled softly.

"Do we have an understanding? I would hate to ruin a perfectly good contract," A slick tone of a threat lingered on her lips as Trevor quickly nodded his head. "Yes, Baroness, I'll get your money to you," Caitlyn tapped the table with her nails and tipped her head toward him.

"Good, now enjoy your meal. Oh, and do replace your door, it seems your handle was broken," Caitlyn shifted to stand back full as she turned to Sevika with a nod as her cane and heels tapped against the ground, stepped back out into the street as she turned to the left and patiently waited til Sevika joined her. What she would do, Caitlyn wasn't sure. Her intimidation was a skill refined to perfect design and she did enjoy knowing it was on her side.

[independentzaun]

Teach Piltover fear

(Open starter cause why not.) Sevika was in her booth in a corner of the Last Drop having a few drinks. She wasn’t completely gone, and very rarely ever got to that point anymore however she was nicely intoxicated. In that particular state there were certain subjects best not brought up, and one of them was Piltover. It was even worse to bring up Piltover’s enforcers, and the bridge, and Piltover’s strength in anyway that might invite discussion as to how to get past those things. Who exactly had said what was hard to tell, and had likely came from another table entirely however Sevika had caught the murmur and for some reason her brain just wouldn't let go of it.

Tilting her head back she downed the last of her drink and waved at the bartender for a refill before speaking. “Fucking Piltover. Think they are so fucking safe, and strong up there. Bridge will keep them safe, and if anything happens ohhhh of course they would know about it in time to close the bridge and set up a barricade. Pompous fucking stuck up bastards wouldn't know a real fight if it came to them, and it should come to them. It wouldn’t be hard. It really wouldn't be, and it’d serve them right after how they utterly destroyed our home and land with their greed and then still wont let us be free the fucking…”

A waitress came up placing a drink down and Sevika leaned back offering a smile. “Thanks, hey nice hair you do something different with it? You got that haircut you were talking about? Thought so, good for you. Looks good.” Drink sipped, and as the woman left with a little smile feeling good about her haircut Sevika’s eyes went stone cold as she leaned towards the person she was talking to.

“Have you ever seen what someone fully hopped up on Shimmer can do? Turns them into a monster. I’ve seen people transform to be bigger than me, and stronger if I didn’t have my arm pushing shimmer into me. Most people can’t do a damn thing against someone fully hopped up. They are just too fast, and too strong. They can follow simple orders though. You get forty people up in Piltover just trickle them in over the day each with a vial of shimmer right? After that, the last airship transfer of the day between Zaun and Piltover? You stack twenty people in the cargo bay, and pay off the inspectors so they don’t go looking. Night comes over everything, and boom!" Sevika slammed her hand down against the table. “You’ve got forty shimmer fueled monsters in all separate areas of Piltover. Doesn’t matter where they go or what they hit. Chaos, death, fire, blood. The enforcers don’t know where to go, or what to do. You wait ten, fifteen minutes let people figure out they have to deal with that threat right? That’s when the twenty in the airship emerge. Shimmered up, angry, resentful, young enough to think they are still immortal and they start hunting enforcers. Not just pure chaos no, they start hunting the enforcers who most of the time can’t even land a shot on a Shimmer Fighter whose fully hopped up and it’s a slaughter. That’s not the end though.” Tapping her talons against the table she pointed them at her companion.

“Twenty chemtanks. Those beasts move so fast, and hard that with the blades they have attached to their arms as a weapon almost no one can fight them except for someone like me or Vi or maybe that bitch Caitlyn if she had the chance to aim properly. Twenty of them, and another twenty Shimmer Fighters. Right across that fucking bridge which won’t have anyone holding it. Them? They burn down the council chambers, and every other building important to Piltover the way they burned our land until it was so polluted and toxin ridden it was useless to them. Hundred fighters, one night of fire and blood and violence and Piltover would learn to fear us.” Waving a hand Sevika leaned back and scoffed. “That’s not even half the things we could do. They have a zoo up there with big animals. Spike the animals water with shimmer and let them go. If shimmer can make a rat kill and eat a cat imagine what some of the big animals up there would do. Their hexgate is so important, and they wont let us have an equal share despite the fact Piltover wouldn't even exist without our minerals and resources alright fine. Break it. Explosives at the foundations and bring it down. Those crystals are supposed to be stable now right? So fuck em. Give me one night and I could turn Piltover into a war zone. Give me a week?… Piltover wouldn't exist anymore at least not in anyway the world would recognize.”

There was a particular note in Sevika’s voice as though this wasn’t just a joke, and that hinted at the idea she’d been thinking about this for at least a couple of years now. Relaxing back into her seat she licked at her lips shaking her head and let out a dark little chuckle. “Let them see what hardship really is. What it’s like when the monsters show up, and the fire starts and there’s just screaming and blood and crying. Faceless and…” For a moment Sevika had sounded like she was speaking of something quite personal before she stopped and took a breath. Waving a hand dismissively she laughed, and shrugged. “Joking, of course. Joking. It’s not like we’d ever really do that. I mean… if we were going to we already would have… Whatever.” A sip of her drink and Sevika laid her head back for a second staring at the ceiling as her mechanical hand rested at the table with her talons slowly opening and closing over and over again before she pulled her attention back into the moment. “How about a card game?”

By Stone and Void she wanted to watch Piltover burn.

[espritmuse]

soft sevika please 🥺 like sevika comforting reader or maybe sevika accidentally making reader cry and she gets all soft and worried i love her

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘

🎧🕯💌🪞

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sevika x reader.

⌕ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reader helped sevika in a fight but got hurt and now she’s pretty much angry at you.

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: barely checked it after writing so sorry in advance if you see any mistakes. And thanks a lot doll for your request.

—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

“You’re so fucking stupid y/n, it’s insane. What the fuck went through you mind!?” Sevika complained, her rough mechanical hand on your bruised knee, a result of your attempt to fight back one of her opponents— a losing battle.

“I just wanted to help you… He tried to hit you and I thought that—“ You desperately attempted to explain, words as stuck in your throat. You tried to hide it in front of her, but every inch of your body hurt like hell.

“Stop it. You’re not helping, you made everything worst.” The woman coldly replied, a long sigh escaping her chapped lips. “Fuck you’re so careless.” She mumbled, not even looking in your direction anymore, just trying to compose herself after what happened.

“I– i just…” You started, feeling all the emotions coming out at once, tears forming in your eyes. You know she was only telling you this because she was worried about your well-being, but you couldn't help but feel hurt by her crude words.“I just wanted to be helpful…”

Her eyes widened at the sight of you tearful eyes. She knew she had gone too far, much too far. You are the only person she truly cherishes, the only person she would do anything for, and yet she had just made you cry. It felt like a stab in her chest when she realized how much her words had affected you.

“Oh no no darling, listen I’m… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Sevika started, quickly wrapping both her arms around your torso, pulling you close to her.

“Why are you so mean to me..” You mumbled, face nuzzled up against the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry angel… I’m just… I was just really worried for you, okay?” She says while holding you even tighter against her, before moving away a little, to look at your pretty face. “Look at me.” Your red eyes finally met hers. Maybe it was because your vision was blurry, but you swore you could see sorrow in her gaze like you had never seen before. “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean to hurt you darling. ”

“But you did.” You replied in a low, calm voice, gently furrowing your eyebrows, looking up at her.

“Yeah, I’m an asshole.”

“Yes..”

“Hey!” She sweetly hit your shoulder, a giggle escaping your lips, which brought a smile to her face at the same time.

“You forgive me..?” She continued, a false pout painted on her lips.

You shook your head playfully, wiping the remaining tears off your cheeks with your sleeve.

“No??” She falsely questioned in an ironic shocked tone. “What can I do for my pretty girl to forgive me?” She asked as she positioned your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist to carry you home to tend to your injuries.

“Nothing, I’m forever angry now.” You replied, wrapping your arms tighter around her.

“Liar. Give me a kiss now, the ride home isn’t free.”

“That’s a scam.”

“If you don’t pay, I drop you right on the ground.”

“You’ll never do that.”

“Never.” She replied, feeling your soft lips on her cheek.

Reblogs/ comments are welcomed if you enjoyed my writing <3 dont hesitate to send me a request too!

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

Why do I feel like I'd annoy the shit out of Sevika just because I'm super clingy and always want to cuddle or have some sort of physical affection lol

Probably because you would

Anyway Here’s this WIP thing I have:

Hot air hits your cheek in forceful blows, smoke just narrowly avoiding your eye each time. There’s a chill in your room due to the broken heater that your landlord refused to fix. The only things you had to combat it were thin blankets, Sevika’s body heat, and her irritated puffs of smoke warming your cheek in an effort to get you to stop talking.

“If someone tried to buy me with-“

“I’d pay them to take you. Shut up and sleep.”

A convenient shiver wracked through your body. Despite Sevika’s irritation, unbridled glee filled your chest when her grip tightened on you, her other hand going to tuck the blankets tighter around you on the side she wasn’t on.

“I’m killing your fucking landlord tomorrow.”

“The fact that you haven’t already done so is so neglectful as a girlfriend.” You said, staring up at the damp parts of her hair you had chewed on earlier. It’s not your fault her half ponytail was so cute and you will proudly blame the victim in this case.

“Good.”

“You’re so pretty.”

“I’m leaving you on someone’s doorstep.” Sevika’s arm tightened around your back, crushing you to her chest until your struggling breaths were audible in the quiet room.

“Serious. Love your-“

More smoke. Blew on your forehead this time.

“I’m going to choke you out.”

“Please?” You loved how defensive Sevika got when you complimented her.

Especially when you first met and she wasn’t close enough to you to throw bullying quips your way or crush you until your air supply was cut off. The first time you did it was over dinner with some grossly affectionate compliment involving her eyes. The pretty, murdering extortionist had gruffly thanked you and changed the topic quicker than she downed her alcohol.

You had been pleasantly surprised, and amused, because she had put the moves on you so fast your head had spun. Her compliments were unique and suave, with a practiced sort of feel to them that still made you feel unique. She just couldn’t take what she dished out.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll tell Babette to put you on a corner.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Silence.

A glance up provided you with a view of Sevika’s smug smirk.

“Sevika, there’s no way you’d let me work at the brothel.”

“Why the hell not? Go make Momma some money.”

“You’re stupid.” You nuzzled your head into her chest like you would a pillow, only much harsher than necessary.

“I wouldn’t have anything to worry about.” Laughter was so audible in her voice, you could taste the clever quip she thought up and was so proud of.

When you didn’t respond, her shoulder jostled you from where you laid, trying to peacefully settle into sleep.

“Fucking what?” You griped. Gods, she was rubbing off on you too much (and you, her, apparently.)

“Ask me why I wouldn’t have to worry.” Her voice was obnoxiously loud around her chuckles, easily disrupting the quiet of the room like she did everywhere else.

“No.” More probes with her arm. “Stop bothering me while I’m trying to sleep.”

“I wish I had the words to explain how much I don’t care. Ask me.”

“Sevika.”

Your name was thrown back at you, full of energy and void of the exhaustion that was present five minutes ago.

“You wouldn’t have to worry because they would pay not to have me. Was that the punchline?”

Like a leech, you fed off of the disappointment and joy that you sucked out of her as you ruined her joke.

“You’re no fun.”

[insane-arcane]

Silco turned slowly in his chair. The door clicks behind you and the sound rings around in your head like a gun going off. As you step across the wood floor, the floor boards creak underfoot. The air in his office is tense a thick silence settling as he watches you with his unnatrual eyes. His fingers dance across the top of his clipboard as he gently taps at the clasp before his hand goes lower fluttering over the papers.

"The marks are off." He hums and your entire body goes rigid. Swallowing thickly you close your eyes and tense as you nod slowly.

"I've noticed it too." You admit before your hands start to shake. The stale air in this room makes your head spin and the whiskey from downstairs mixing with the strong smell of smoke and faint scent of iron leaves you sick to your stomach. "Silco-" You start but stop as his eyes lock on your form. He hated traitors and you had no remorse for whoever was about to die, the only problem was the money was going missing on your shifts. You even tried using your tips down in the Last Drop to pay what was missing but the amount kept growing. You weren't covering up for whoever was stealing, you were biding your time and filling the missing money in the til so you could catch the culprit before throwing them to the wolves. However, your plan clearly didn't work the way you wanted and now you were about to take a nasty fall that would have life or death consequences.

"It isn't you." He says quickly and your eyes widen as you stare at him in surprise. The tension doesn't leave your body but the heavy weight in your chest slowly begins to fade as you heart stops hammering away in your chest. "Sevika saw you stuffing your tips in the til. Still that doenst explain why your covering for someone." He states with a scowl. Looking at your shoes and fidgeting with your clothes you don't have a response but you know broken words are better than silence so swallowing your pride you do your best.

"... I wanted to catch them in the act. I'm new here I didn't..." You didn't want Silco to think you needed rescuing. It was a small problem but the longer you stayed the more went missing. You were barley getting by, it's why you came here seeking out your old friend for a job. You couldn't do hit jobs, not like Sevika and you couldn't create, not like his daughter Powder. So that left you with little options. Numbers and math weren't your strong suit but you had a nice enough body and a kind smile so you were okay with people. Always being a talker, a people pleaser. Serving in the bar worked nicely for you. That is until someone took advantage of your relationship with Silco and your newness to start stealing.

"Asking for help is only a weakness if you're a burden or a leech." Silco hums before lighting a cigar. As the flames catch he inhales before blowing out a puff of smoke. Making a ring in the air before turning back towards you again his eyes shine playfully. "You my dear are neither." Giving you a little smile as your face heats up he waves at you, dismissing you from his office. Nodding you leave the room as quickly as possible but pause as he calls for you.

"Oh and (Y/N)?" Turning to look at him he lets out another puff of smoke. "It's been handled and Sevika has all your missed tips downstairs. You're a hard worker and you don't deserve to be cheated out of well earned money. Please if you ever need anything, come to me." Face still red you nod before running from his office.

[zaunseye]

Silco could sense her need for reassurance in the wavering tone of her voice. He kept his sights on the concept in her hands, seeing nothing but its potential. Perhaps that potential was casting its shadows in her mind, increasing her fear of failure with every inch of darkness. Then she moved on, eager to bury the show of uncertainty behind determination. He smiled faintly toward the effort.

As he was shown another possible feature, he leaned over to look at the arm with more attention. The prospect of guarded shimmer vials had worked well for Sevika in the past, with a double barrel slot for vials inside of the forearm of her old model prosthetic. It required a loading time for new vials after old ones had been depleted, but it was a decent exchange for shielding them away from potential gunfire, and on Sevika was already used to. So far, it was shaping up to be a fittingly sleek upgrade.

With the Man of Progress mentioned, Silco's face soured in recent recollection of their seaside conversation.

'Believe me, if I had it my way, it'd be you rotting in Stillwater. But we can't make a deal with a snake and cut off its head. We both have our shitty parts to play. Get me Jinx. And I'll give you your nation of Zaun.'

"Tch." he tutted his teeth to spit out the fire in his throat. "The boy was willing to play his entire hand for a chance to get his hands on you. He didn't even haggle." The idea of not doing so was anathema to most Zaunites, a sign of privilege and affluence beyond the limits of their resources. "I plan on making him pay for the attempt, but I must wait until I have the proper moment to strike."

If he wanted to take out Talis, he would need the perfect hit to do so. The boy was resilient and quick-witted, more than he'd initially given him credit for. The broken down shimmer factory was his proverbial black eye for making such a mistake. It was one he didn't plan to make again.

Her arms around him pulled his thoughts away from the anger, and the bit of shimmerfog over his eyes faded immediately. He wrapped an arm around her back in return, holding her close to his chest as she spoke. "That's what they always do, and what they will always try to do. We are stronger together than they can handle, and it scares them. That fear will be our strongest weapon."

He parted the hug to lift her head up so their eyes locked. "Do you remember what I told you when we first met?" He smiled, knowing she would be certain of her answer.

A sense of pride welled up in the Loose canon as Silco complimented her work. It made all of those days of hard work and frustration worth it. The floors of the fans were covered in waded up papers of failed designs. There were plenty of others that laid at the depths below her tower. Until this last blueprint nothing had stuck and even then, she wasn't sure she could pull it off.

"I haven't done anything yet, all it is is just a drawing on a piece of paper." Jinx glanced down at the hand on her shoulder contemplatively. Even if she was Shimmerbound, it didn't get rid of her imperfections and doubts. "Do you remember when I was a kid? How I would make little prototype chompers? How disappointed I was when they wouldn't work. What if it happens here?"

Just as quickly as the insecurity made itself known, she tried to tuck it away. Silco had been through enough without having to see her doubts. They were also on the precipice of war and she was trusted with this. There was no room for doubt.

"It's going to take some time to make it, but I think I'll be able to do it." She set the blueprint down and pointed to the forearm of Sevika's arm. "Somewhere around there is where I'll put the vials of shimmer. So she won't even have to wait for the shimmer, it'll already be pumping through a network of tubes when the gemstone is activated. This way the traitor's pet can't break the vials this time."

"Was it the wonder boy who asked you?" Her blood boiled at the mention of Piltover's latest attempts to convince Silco to hand her over. The rage was still there but it was contained, for the time being. "Thought he could convince you like that traitorous piltie thought she could with me?"

Jinx wrapped her arms around, pulling him into a hug. Something she had been missing the last few days. She never really could stray from him far, always close when he needed her. Their bond was all the more stronger because of their recent experiences.

"They all tried to take advantage of us, tried to tear us apart." She clenched the fabric of his vest and rested her head against his shoulder. "They'll pay as soon as I get my hands on those gemstones. What we did with fishbones was just the start."

[viktorstittytank]

Dating Sevika

Sevika would come on screen and make me cream my pants so here’s some headcanons cus mommy. 😚

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.the first time you guys meet she laughs in your face disregarding anything you say cus she thinks you’re pathetic

.let’s start there

.she spit in your eye, you kicked her in the stomach next think you know the two of you are baes

.She’s a busy woman

.Introduces you to Silco who is shocked to say the least

.”Dont look so surprised”

.”She’s so…”

.”Small?”

.”cute!”

.the two of them stare at each other in silence for a very long time

.If you’re taller than her she’s gonna hit on you ALL THE TIME

.Sevika is always teasing you

.she will 100% pat you on the head if you ever cry just cus she doesn’t know what else to do

.”i dont bite” is a lie she bites…hard

.you try any pda on her in public and she’ll bite you

.you talk her ear off around bed time she’ll bite you

.you lookin a little too fine one day? She’ll bite you

.whatever you do don’t moan while she does it it will only encourage the behavior

.the two of you will finish doing the do and you’ll just turn around and point at the teeth marks in your butt cheek

.becomes a smug bastard

.will blow smoke in your face just to see you cough especially if she’s angry with you cus she’s a jerk like that

.will pull your hair to tease you

.is worse than a kindergarten boy with a crush on you

.will slap/grab your ass in public settings it’s her merchandise she pays for it she does not care

.Will love you forever if you scratch her back

.i don’t know I like to think she can’t reach back there very well so you’ve gotta do it for her

.Stares at you blank faced sometimes

.if you ask her what she’s thinking about she’ll say nothing and she’ll be telling the truth cus sometimes she’s literally just rebooting

.drunk Sevika is a rare but holy occurrence, she’s a cuddle bug for sure and will giggle in your ear if you squeal at something cute she does

.let’s you do her makeup only sometimes cus she doesn’t like being so accustomed to those soft hands on her face

. Doesn’t like letting you kiss her sometimes cus she’s tough and you make her melt

.pout and she’ll ignore you

.would probably take you to the shooting range just so she doesn’t have to worry about your safety 24/7

.pretends she doesn’t know you if you do something embarrassing in public

.”tootsie wootsie” “…”

.if she ever sees you checking her out she’s gonna tease you to hell and back

.one time she was changing shirts and caught you taking a looksie

.def grabbed your hand and rubbed it against her abs cus she’s down bad and you looked like you wanted a feel

.when she gambles you get to sit on her lap. It’s standard protocol plus you’re basically her good luck charm (not that she needs one)

.gropes you at bed time cus you’re her pillow this is what you signed up for when you started dating her

———-

*sighs cus literally no one’s gonna see this*

[lacroixqueen]

every last drop

summary: you decide to go out on a friday night with some of your friends from the Gardens, and then bump into one of your regulars. things turn spicy, smut without a plot yada yada yada

pairing: sevika x fem reader

wordcount: 3.2k

rating: M

warnings/tags: slapping, choking, bruising, spitting, some non-graphic violence, bdsm, sadism, masochism

notes: if you liked reading, feel free to check out my violyn fic, and other works on ao3! 

It was Friday evening, and the night was still young in Zaun. You and your coworkers from the Gardens decided it would be the perfect opportunity to blow off some steam from work and go out to have some fun for once. 

For some odd reason, you still couldn’t get that night you spent with Sevika out of your head. Almost a week has passed and memories of it would still flash randomly in your mind, distract you when you least expect it, or even appear in your dreams. 

How sturdy her thigh felt between your legs, the way her hands felt wrapping around your neck. 

Or perhaps in the middle of the night, when no one was looking, you would fantasize about the way her soft, full lips felt against your neck, and reach into your panties and touch yourself. Of course, it wasn’t enough. 

You hated yourself for it too, since you didn’t want all of your free thoughts to be preoccupied by her.

But you just couldn’t help it. 

“Hey… earth to Y/N!” Stella was snapping her fingers in front of your face. 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” you shook those unwanted thoughts out of your head. 

“What’s up with you?” your coworker asked, leaning over the vanity while applying an absurd amount of mascara. “It’s like you aren’t even paying attention to anything I’m saying.”

“I know,” you sighed, trying your hardest to focus on flicking out your winged liner. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.. And I don’t think I’m getting enough sleep.”

“Oh?” Stella capped her mascara and took out her lipstick.  “Why’s that?”

“No particular reason,” you muttered quickly to avoid further questioning. 

You looked yourself over in the mirror. You wanted to look and feel good tonight. 

It’s been so long since you’ve had the free time to go out for an entire night and not have to think about work or any other responsibilities. You decided to wear a maro  on, velvety cami dress and a matching choker. The dress complimented your figure nicely, with a scooped sweetheart neckline and a backless cut. 

“Dang, Y/N,” Stella looked you over as she fixed her hair. “You didn’t have to outdress me for the hundredth time we go out, you know that, right?”

“Oh, shut up,” you giggled, pushing her back playfully. “You look amazing too. Besides, I just want to drink away all my problems and not remember any of this tomorrow morning anyway.”

“It’s like you read my mind,” your coworker laughed as she grabbed your arm, pulling you out into the bustling streets of Zaun. 

Even for a Friday night, the undercity felt remarkably alive. Restaurants had lines out the door, clubs were blasting music until their walls were literally shaking, and the neon lights sparkled fearlessly in the midst of all the chaos. You and your friends decided to hit up the best place in town: The Last Drop. 

Now, The Last Drop was more than simply just a bar. It was almost sort of like the central hub of Zaun itself. The breeding grounds for backroom deals, smuggled wares, and hushed conversation, all concealed with the thinly veiled disguise of poured drinks and cheery mingling.  

You pushed open the wooden doors, only to be greeted by a bar packed to the brim with guests of all different shapes and sizes. At the table to your left was a group of drunken Yordles laughing uncontrollably at some joke. The main bar seated couples chatting away the night, lonesome travelers who have lost count of their drinks, and shady characters abound. 

And in the midst of it all, like a present that fell into your lap, there she was. Sevika was seated in the back corner of the bar, gambling with a group of large, intimidating-looking men. And it seemed like she was winning by a longshot. The warrior was grinning ear-to-ear, a cigar hanging in between her lips, while collecting mountains of golden, glittering coins after every round. Her opponents threw down their cards in frustration, only to be replaced by another group of equally oblivious, overly confident rivals who were watching from the sidelines. She had quite an audience going, with dozens of other bargoers crowding around the table to see what the commotion was all about. 

You felt like you were in disbelief. Now, it wasn’t at all a rare occurrence to spot Sevika playing poker in the back of The Last Drop on a Friday night. It was, after all, the place to be. What caught you off guard, however, was seeing the woman who railed you into oblivion last week just sitting casually in the tavern playing a game of cards. Your eyes glazed over her bulging arm muscles and taut stomach that peaked underneath her top. And that smirk. That stupid, stupid smirk she always wore when she knew things were going her way. 

You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest, glancing in her direction every few minutes to see if she even saw you enter. But it didn’t seem like she was even paying any attention to you. 

“Come ON, Y/N,” Stella cried out, jerking you out of your fixation. “Still spacing out? Let’s line up and get some booze. Maybe we can seduce one of those Shimmer dealers over there to buy us free drinks.”

“Okay, okay,” you capitulated, following close behind her. Perhaps getting to the bar would get you closer into Sevika’s field of vision. You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t going to dress up and go out with the slim chance of bumping into her tonight. And how lucky you were. 

By the time your group reached the front of the bar, Stella was already chatting up some fish creature who was easily falling for her charms. You sighed, resting the side of your face against your hands, still looking over at Sevika. It was pretty obvious she knew you were here, since she did take a few glances over in your direction, only to look back at her game. 

How utterly frustrating. And frankly, very rude in your opinion.

“Is everything okay?” your coworker asked, waving her hand in front of your face as she pushed two fruity cocktails towards you. “Oh.” She followed your gaze to look over at Sevika, who was currently winning another hand of poker. 

“I’m fine,” you say through gritted teeth, gulping down the majority of the sugary drink in just a couple of seconds. 

“Isn’t that one of your regulars?” Stella asked, nudging you teasingly. “She looks like she’s having a really good time.”

“She just fucked the living being out of me a few days ago, and now sees me at a bar and then pretends like I don’t even exist!” you blurted out, suckling on an ice cube in between your lips. “It’s like she’s embarrassed of me, or something.”

“I mean, it’s not like you’re her girlfriend or anything,” Stella shrugged, sipping her drink at a much slower pace. “Honey, she pays to have sex with you without anyone else knowing, and then once she’s done, she hangs you out to dry. It’s just how the industry works sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, whatever,” you pout, setting down your glass against the bar. 

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that!” your coworker encouraged, as she signaled over to the bartender. “Just forget about her! We are here to have a good time. When was the last time either of us had this much time off? Let’s just take some shots and not think about all that other bullshit, okay?”

“Alright..” you agreed. She was right. If you just spent the entire night pining over Sevika, you wouldn’t enjoy yourself at all. The bartender fixed you both a sizable amount of tequila shots. 

Stella sighed, picking up two in either hand and giving one to you. 

“Cheers,” she said, raising her glass in the air. “To a productive week at the Gardens. To you being one of the best friends I could ever ask for. And.. to this night. To this fantastic, glorious night.”

“Cheers,” you replied as you clink your glass against hers, not hesitating before downing the absolutely horrendous liquid. It felt like it burned off your insides as it sloshed down your esophagus and into your stomach. You grimaced as you set down the shot glass, only for Stella to hand you another. And another. And another. 

The room was starting to spin, and you felt like you blacked out for a second before you felt some grubby arm of a chemtech worker snake around your shoulder. 

“Oh my goodness, get off of me!” you pushed him away, scoffing as you took another drink. Stella was nowhere to be found. Probably snuck off with some guy she just met. 

Your gaze landed back over to Sevika, who appeared to be finished gambling. She was just smoking a cigarette at this point, while clinking whiskey glasses with some of the other men at her table. 

For some nonsensical reason, you decided to stand up from your barstool and hobble on over into her direction. In the back of your mind, you knew this was a stupid idea and that it most likely wouldn’t end well. But you just couldn’t help yourself.

That pesky, aching, fluttering feeling in your tummy that has been there since the night you spent with Sevika was simply not going away. You felt this undying urge to just sit on her lap, or give her a kiss, or whisper stupid, flirty things into her ear. Anything. Just anything. 

By the time you hobbled on over to her table, you snuck up behind the warrior and wrapped your arms around her neck.

“Hiiii Sevika~” you slurred out, clearly very drunk, and clearly completely unaware of what was going on. 

The group of men who were sitting beside her at the table erupted into a fit of laughter as they watched Sevika suddenly grab you by the arm and then lead you away from the crowd. 

“Hey, Sevika! Go get an actual room!” one of them called out after her, unable to stifle another laugh. 

At this point, the woman was dragging you across the bar like a ragged doll, and you were just going with the motions. Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach, since you knew you were in trouble and that she was having none of it. 

She flung open the wooden doors to the bathroom and briskly locked them behind her. Wordlessly, she picked you up and slammed you on top of the counter, her mechanical hand gripping over your neck. Without warning, she took her other hand and slapped it against the fat part of your cheek, hard enough to leave a very noticeable red bruise. 

“Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again.” she hissed between her teeth, increasing the strength of her grip. 

“I-I’m sorry..” you whimpered, reaching your hands up to hold onto the one that was slowly choking you. “I promise I won’t.” 

Sevika growled as she reached up and gripped onto a large clump of your hair, using it as leverage to pull your head forward so she could speak into your ear. 

“Do you realize what you just did?” she snarled. “Those were enforcers. We were making a deal. You embarrassed me.” She was never one to mince words, and this time, they were so harsh they cut into you like a knife. 

“I know..” you sighed, looking down in shame. Your lips started to quiver, tears rolling down your face. You genuinely felt really bad. The conversation was probably something very important, and you ruined it all just because of your own selfish desires. 

“I’m really, really sorry, again, Sevika.” 

The warrior’s cloudy, gray eyes bore into yours, not wavering even for a second. She maintained her grip onto your hair, even pulling it harder, and upwards this time. Her mechanical hand snuck up your neck and cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks hard. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” she commanded, yanking your hair back again. The sensation burned into the back of your scalp, but you quickly obeyed and did as you were told. 

You presented your soft, pink tongue for fucking. Sevika immediately took the index and middle finger of her mechanical hand and laid them on top of your tongue, and then gradually forced them into the back of your throat. 

“Suck,” she said simply, reaching them even deeper until they prodded against your gag reflex. You could feel yourself beginning to gag again, until she pulled onto your hair one more time. 

“Don’t. Make me repeat myself,” she warned, watching you struggle to take in her fingers. 

You nodded like the good girl you were, bobbing your head up and down in motion as your pink tongue wrapped around and between her two fingers. You moaned softly as you continued to suckle and flick your tongue against them. The squelching, sucking noises from your lips bounced off the walls of the empty bathroom. 

Occasionally, Sevika would let you rest, disconnecting her fingers from your tongue to leave a thin rope of saliva between them. It would only be for a split second though, as she would shove them right back in once she has lulled you into a false sense of security. Finally, the warrior withdrew her mechanical fingers from your mouth, only to cup your cheeks once more. 

“Open,” she said, tightly squeezing your cheeks. “I said keep them open.”

You did as you were told, your heart pounding against your chest, anticipating what was to come next. 

Sevika pursed her lips as she gathered all her saliva into the front of her mouth. With a ‘tuh’ sound, she spit directly into yours. You could feel the warmth of her saliva collecting in the dip of your own tongue. 

“Swallow,” she commanded, pushing against your cheeks with the thumb and index fingers of her mechanical hand in order to close your mouth. You swallowed her saliva, gulping it down, and then parted your lips open to show her that you did so successfully. 

She smirked, very pleased that you have been taking all her orders. “Good girl.” 

Sevika released her grip from your hair, now both hands sliding down to the small of your waist.  

You looked up at her, pleasantly surprised that the woman was still towering over you, even if you were sitting on a bathroom counter. She leaned down gently, brushing her soft, full lips against yours and then sneaking her tongue into your mouth. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck and legs around her hips, moaning while kissing her back slowly and sensually. 

You absolutely relished in how she tasted: The musky residues of smoke and liquor, and the slightly saccharine hint of Shimmer.

She paused the kiss, only to brush the tip of her human hand against the plumpest part of your bottom lip.

“You know, you really are a cheap little whore..” she whispered into your ear, her voice low. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” you stammered out, looking up at her. 

“I don’t even have to pay for you this time,” she smirked, as she planted her lips back on top of yours. 

You rolled your eyes, a twinge knotting in your stomach. Unbelievable. She was always so arrogant, and felt the need for every last person in Runeterra to know. Even as you two were making out in a bar bathroom, she still has the time of day to waste her breath on degrading you even more than she already has. 

Without warning, Sevika dropped her human hand off your waist, resting it on top of your thigh. Over time, she gradually reached underneath your cami dress, the tips of her fingers pulling at the tops of your panties. 

“Sevika, no!” you cried out, breaking the kiss and peering over at the door that led right into the crowded halls of The Last Drop. “What if someone sees us?!”

“Suddenly so concerned about that now?” she laughed, as she used her weight to push you so your back was now pressed up against the mirror. She hastily tugged off your scarlet, lace thong, throwing it carelessly onto the dirty floor. You felt her rough hand rub large circles over your swollen vulva, even pinching your nubby clit between her two fingers every now and then to tease you even more. 

You could tell she could feel just how wet you were, and how she smiled to herself because of the fact. It made her smug. 

“I’m just saying!” you blushed, pouting as you looked to the other direction. “And hey! Why would you throw those on the ground.. ah~!”

A jolt of electricity ran up your spine as you felt her two thick fingers pushing deep into your vagina. The walls of your cervix gripped onto them tightly, as they worked their way even further up into you, hooking so they brushed up against your special spot. 

You moaned, hugging around Sevika’s neck for dear life as she fingered your helpless, unsuspecting little pussy. 

The straps of your dress were slowly falling off your shoulder, revealing the tops of your black and red lace bra. Ugh. And now Sevika saw that you even took the time to match for her. As if you weren’t already humiliated enough. She took note of this, giving you some mercy by not commenting on it. 

“Ahw, ah~,” you sighed, as Sevika rammed her fingers in and out, the pads of her calloused palms rubbing relentlessly against your clit each time. She grunted, using her whole body as a fulcrum, her mechanical arm gripping onto the edge of the counter as she used the full force of her other hand to obliterate you the way she wanted to. You were beginning to see stars at this point, and you could feel Sevika beginning to edge you. 

She knew you were close.

If she just swept her hand over your clit one last time, or just pushed her fingers slightly deeper, it would be enough. If she could just go just a tiny bit harder..

The intimate moment was immediately interrupted by a pounding knock against the bathroom doors. 

“Hey, can you lovebirds hurry it up in there?” a drunken girl called out. “You guys have been in there forever!”

Shit. 

“Please, Sevika,” you begged, gripping onto her muscular arm. “Please, please, please.. I have to cum.”

The warrior chuckled a bit, giving you a few more weak pumps of her finger, rubbing her palm against your clit one last time before withdrawing her hand altogether. She appeared to be quite smug, almost laughing to herself at how desperate you were. How easy it was to get you into the state you were in. 

“You cum when I say you cum,” she replied simply, lightly slapping her wet hand against your cheek. She quickly flipped open the faucet and washed you off her hands under the running water. 

Without another word, she unlocked and pushed through the bathroom doors to re-enter the bar.

You sighed, legs shuddering as you leaned up against the cold bathroom mirror. Your juices leaked all over the counter, and started to drip onto the floor. 

Fuck. Now what did you get yourself into? 

[violetskylights0]

The Canary of the Underground

Summary: Kat has been a singer at the last drop for awhile now. With Sevika being her boss she has met all kinds of people. And yet she has never seen this stranger before. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know her a little bit…right? This is super NSFW because I can’t resist. It also has a bit of Sevika but I promise it is about Vi. Please let me know if you guys like it!

Song Inspiration: Playground by Bea Miller

The night was as drab as any others. Two men were fighting in the corner with spilled playing cards on the ground. One of them was screaming something about cheating while the other was too busy getting his ass kicked to speak much. The bar was packed as the poor bartender tried to keep up with the orders. Kat sighed opening the cracked compact mirror she found on the street a few weeks ago. She examined her makeup frowning at the eyeliner that she so desperately worked on. She went to fix a lash before her mirror was taken out of her hand

“Hey!” She shouted before a tight grip closed on her cheeks.

“Now is that any way to talk to the woman who keeps you employed.” The large woman sat down across from you.

“No, I’m so sorry ma’am” Kat apologized eyes widening.

It was true that Sevika got Kat this job in the first place. She truly was great full, but she knew it would come with some conditions.

One is that Sevika owned her now. There were negatives to this, of course, one being that if she stepped out of line she was sure she would be a dead woman walking. But the positives seemed to outweigh it. The whole underground knew Kat was one of Sevika’s playthings, and no one would want to face the consequences of breaking one of her favorite toys.

“Learn some fucking manners and you can get your mirror back.” She scoffed pushing Kat’s face back a bit so her back hit the chair.

“Your up. Sing pretty for me my little canary.” Sevika smirked as Kat stood up giving her a light tap on the ass as she stood to go to the stage.

Kat sighed fixing her mini dress heading to the stage. She really could not believe how she got here. Only yesterday did it feel like she was cold and starving on the street singing for anyone who would pay. Until Sevika showed up calling her “the prettiest songbird.” she had ever seen, and that she had the perfect cage to display her.

Kat inhaled and exhaled trying to slow her heart rate as the DJ announced over the microphone.

“It’s everyone’s favorite time of the night. The prized songbird is here to grace us with a few songs. Everyone welcome the Underground’s own “Canary”. He bowed winking at Kat as she walked up the stairs to the stage.

The unruly crowd went wild shouting and whooping everywhere. A few men yelled at her to strip until Sevika’s death glare quieted them down.

Kat began singing her normal set as people chatted in the background. She smiled at the familiar faces making sure to make flirty enough eyes so people came to the stage to put money in her tip jar.

“Thanks so much, everybody! I got a special treat for you tonight. It’s called playground.” Kat smiled before sitting on the edge of the stage.

She started singing as she slowly drew her legs up.

“Who told you what was down here? Come along if you wanted a peak” She sits slowly opening her legs at the peak before closing them quickly earning cheers from the crowd. Kat got up making her way around the room singing to different customers. Until she saw someone she didn’t recognize. They had their hood up staring at her with deep blue eyes. She made her way over to the stranger singing to them. “What brings you to the lost and found deer? Won’t you pull up a seat?” She sang lightly touching the stranger’s arm. She finally looked up at her as she noticed some pink hairs daring to peek out of the hood. Kat smiled at her one last time before working the rest of the room. She made her way back to the stage finishing her set with another three songs. As the crowd cheered her off throwing the last of the tips in the jar she made her way to the bar. Typically Sevika would be waiting off stage pulling her into her lap showing her off to all the patrons that Kat belonged to her. But Sevika was nowhere to be seen. Kat sighed ordering a whiskey sour and turning around to lean against the bar.

“I gotta say I wasn’t a fan of what they have done with the place but you sure as hell are a welcomed addition.” A voice said next to her. Kat turned her head meeting the eyes of the pink-haired stranger from earlier.

“Should I take that as a compliment or? “ Kat asked cocking her eyebrow.

“Oh, only the highest compliment besides how good you look in that dress.” She mumbled the last part earning a laugh from Kat.

“I’ve never seen you around here” Kat spoke finally getting her drink and taking a sip.

“Hm. Let’s just say I’ve been “away” for a while.” She emphasized away. “The names Vi.” She said holding her hand out.

“These people call me Canary.” Kat smiled extending her hand gripping the strangers hand making a note of how firm it was.

“And what do I get to call you,” Vi smirked pounding the rest of her drink.

“Depends what you have to offer me, Vi,” Kat said her name slowly earning a smile from Vi.

“Seems like you already have the world with Sevika hovering over you.” Vi gritted her teeth making Kat tense up.

“Don’t worry I’m not here to intimidate you or anything,” Vi said sending the tension. “I simply enjoy the things I can’t have. And seems like from talking to all these losers you happen to be the most untouchable person in here.” Vi said going to rest her hand on Kats.

Kat laughed sliding her hand away.

“You know how many people try to come in here and fuck me every night?” Kat scoffed.

“I can only imagine the number.” Vi laughed standing up. “Only problem is I am nothing like these drunks.”

Vi got closer to Kat leaning against the bar close to her ear.

“That’s just the problem isn’t it sweetheart. All these people are just dying to see what you look like without this dress on, yet Sevika would never let that happen because you are her little toy.” Vi spoke causing Kat to sit up

“I am not-“ Kat spat before Vi spoke again.

“And yet that is the problem…isn’t it. Sevika is too busy to take care of her own toys. I’m guessing by the way you are gripping that glass she hasn’t touched you in weeks. Maybe even months.” Vi chuckled pushing herself off the bar as Kat blushed.

“I-I can fuck. Whoever I want whenever I want.” Kat said finishing her drink.

“Prove it,” Vi smirked turning away from her.

“I’ll be in the bathroom for the next five minutes.” She waved her hand walking away.

Kat rolled her eyes scoffing. How dare this stranger walks into her job and say that she was someone’s unwanted plaything. Sure it had been months since Sevika had made any serious advances. And sure Kat had gone to bed multiple nights with only her fingers to please herself. And yeah maybe this stranger, Vi, was extremely toned to the point where when she shook her hand she couldn’t help but think how her hand would fit around her neck….

“Fuck.” Kat muttered before ordering and quickly downing a tequila shot.

She stood up fixing her dress and looking to make sure Sevika was still out. It was embarrassing how fast she was headed to the bathroom looking both ways before banging on the door. She turned her back to face the door shaking her head thinking about what she was doing until strong arms grabbed her waist pulling her into the bathroom. She was quickly spun so her back hit the door and she was looking at those stupid deep blue eyes again.

“You couldn’t even wait for a full five minutes huh?” Vi smirked rubbing her waste.

“Shut up” Kat groaned putting her hands in the back of Vi’s hair pulled her in for a kiss. It was a new feeling. Her mouth was hot and she could feel a soft indent most likely from a scar on her top lip. Vi wasted no time pulling Kat flushed against her in order to grip her ass. She lifted her up with so much ease it tuned Kat on as her back hit the door again.

“Fuck how much do you workout,” Kat said breaking the kiss.

“Like the muscles huh? Don’t worry you can watch my back muscles in the mirror while I eat you out.” Vi smirked going to her knees and letting Kat slide down a bit to throw her leg over her shoulder.

Kat gasped at the sudden movement as Vi quickly got rid of her jacket allowing Kat to truly see her muscles. And what a sight it was. She had tattoos…fuck. Kat thought before feeling kisses on her thighs.

“You smell fucking delicious.” Vi groaned rubbing her hands on Kats thighs before finally pulling down her panties.

“Now show me how pretty you can sing for me Canary.” Vi smirked licking Kats entrance painfully slowly as Kat gasped immediately gripping Vi’s hair.

Vi did one more lick before spreading Kat open with two fingers as she licked her clit. Kat threw her head back against the door in pleasure as Vi continued eating her out. Sevika had touched her before but nothing like this. Kat was already embarrassingly close to the edge before Vi spoke again.

“Think you can take two fingers?” Vi said looking up at Kat.

Kat thought it was sweet she was checking with her, but could not even focus enough to show restraint as she blurted out a “Fuck yes.”

Vi laughed as she slowly pushed two pingers against Kat’s entrance, groaning about how well she was taking it. Vi pumped her two fingers turning her tongue’s attention back to her clit. Kat’s moans got higher and higher as she kept going. Letting out a loud expletive when she curled her fingers hitting exactly the right spot. Kat tried standing on her Tippie toes with the one foot on the ground to get some break from this sensation as Vi lightly slapped her thigh and hooked her arm under her leg pinning her against the wall.

“Take it like a good girl yeah? Cum in my fucking mouth.” She groaned as Kat’s thigh began to shake. Kat moaned Vi’s name as she reached her peak gripping hard on her hair in an attempt to ground herself. Kat let out a deep breath trying to recover as Vi placed a gentle kiss on her thigh lowering her leg off her shoulder in order to stand up.

“ Don’t tell me your down for the count already pretty girl. I have another surprise for you.” Vi said kissing Kat deeply as she pressed herself against her. Kat’s eyes widened feeling a hard object against her core.

“You just wear that thing around expecting to get whatever you want?” Kat tried to say before Vi grabbed her waist.

“Worked for you didn’t it?” Vi smirked spinning Kat so she gripped the sink as she looked up at the mirror.

Kat blushed as Vi hiked up her dress and took off her own pants.

“Take a good look in the mirror sweetheart, I’m about to ruin the rest of that makeup,” Vi smirked rubbing the tip of the strap against Kats entrance.

Kat tried to think of a rebuttal but her mind went blank as soon as Vi pushed into her.

“Look at this pretty fucking pussy stretch for me.” Vi moaned pushing in in out of Kat so slow she was sure it would drive her crazy.

“P-please,” Kat said tears threatening to well up in her eyes.

“Aren’t you so polite,” Vi smirked reaching her hand around Kats body to grip her throat.

“Look in the mirror while I pound you so you always remember you are my little toy,” Vi said pumping once hard and smacking Kats ass with the unoccupied hand. Kat moaned as she sped up the pace. She was gripping onto the counter for dear life as Vi pounded her from behind. She was certain the noise she was making along with the sounds coming from the bathroom were enough to give her away, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care while this pink-haired stranger made her watch her come undone in the mirror.

“Fuck Vi…I’m going to cum again.” Kat borderline screamed as she tried standing on her toes again before a firm hit came down on her ass.

“C’mon pretty girl, take this fucking strap.” Vi moaned going deeper. It only took a few more thrust for Kat to start seeing stars as she came for the second time looking into Vi’s eyes in the mirror.

That seemed to do it for Vi as she thrust a few more times before tensing up and letting out a long moan. Vi’s hand dropped from Kats neck as she slowly pulled out and tuned Kat to face her as they both breathed deeply staring in each other’s eyes before Vi kissed her again. This kiss was different, it was sift and caring in a way. Sort of an unspoken reassurance. Vi pulled away first as Kat stood clearly spaced out.

“Earth to Canary.” VI laughed grabbing her jacket and wrapping it around Kat.

“…..It’s Kat.” Kat blurted out.

“Well Kat…lets do this again sometime yeah?” Vi smiled going to open the door.

“Wait! What about the jacket?” Kat said.

“Keep it warm for me… I gotta go pay an old friend a visit.”

[independentzaun]

With Scar standing her eyes flickered towards him more out of habit than anything else with the movement catching her attention for a second. Almost done with her food as well Jinx took another few bites before the radio chirped. Eyes moving towards Scar there was a glint of curiosity in them as he answered the radio. Not entirely sure who might be calling him that was the only reaction until she heard Ekko’s voice which made her immediately sit up quite obviously both paying attention, and with a faint concerned look on her face. Not truly worried as she did believe he could handle getting around a few enforcers, but concerned all the same. What if he got arrested, or hurt and she couldn’t help and it took Scar too long to get to him? Jinx couldn’t help it as her mind quickly went to certain scenario’s she very much did not want to have happen. All the same… Ekko had survived her. He could survive a few Pilties.

As Ekko asked about her there was a flicker of light in her dulled eyes as for a second she hoped that he cared, and also that maybe she’d get a chance to speak to him herself or at least hear something from him directed at her. There was a little unconscious nod from her confirming what Scar had said albeit unseen as a soft little subvocal came from her that was somewhere between a purr and a whine wanting Ekko to come back to her all safe and sound not that she actually said that. Jinx didn’t have the best of control over herself when it came to such things in that moment, and barely noticed the slip although it was debatable that she’d have cared even if she had noticed.

As the line suddenly went dead upon Ekko’s realization that Jinx could hear her shoulders dropped down a bit, and her eyes flickered away obviously unhappy but just as obviously unsurprised. Of course he still didn’t want to talk to her. For that matter she had no real idea why she was there, and being fed, and wasn’t dead or still abandoned. Hearing Scar’s comment Jinx looked up to him, and couldn’t help the vaguely confused look on her face. Obviously he was there purely out of concern for Ekko. She fully understood that, but it’d be easier for everyone to simply kill her and no doubt it’d make any number of Firelights feel better. Not that she truly wanted to die, but she didn’t understand at all why he’d almost seemed to imply for a second that work was needed on both her and Ekko’s ends. Jinx had fully expected all the blame to land solely on her shoulders, but she hadn’t done anything just now to cause any kind of reaction so… she was probably just reading too much into it. Of course he’d blame her, and her alone.

“Yes.” Yes she was done as all the food was gone, and yes there was a lot of work to be done. For a moment the bowl turned in her hand as her eyes stayed on Scar, and the idea of throwing that bowl as hard as she possibly could at his head made the corners of her lips twitch almost offering a sinister smile. What would Scar do if she did? Ekko had at least asked if she’d eaten so what would he do if Scar hit her simply because she threw a dish? Maybe something, but just as likely nothing at all. Besides she didn’t feel like a fight. Not yet. Hopping off of the table she moved into the kitchen offering the dish to Scar.

“I didn’t know any mated pairs. When I was growing up. No one around me had an actual bonded mate.” A bit of a random comment perhaps however with Scar acknowledging there was lots of work to be done Jinx felt like perhaps she should throw him a small something about herself. It was also an honest comment. Silco had been too busy with The Cause, and Sevika had both been too busy and also more inclined to visit the brothels and make nice with various people there. Jinx hadn’t really known anyone else at all well, and Powder… well Powder had been young, and Vander certainly hadn’t had a mate. Not when she’d known him at least.

Jinx’s only real understanding of Mates was that sometimes they hurt each other.

That they could hurt each other worse than anyone else in the world.

Jinx didn't say anything, seemingly accepting the vague answer without rancour, but Scar could tell it wasn't what she'd wanted to hear. They lapsed into another uneasy silence, as the omega withdrew back into herself again. That was fine. Silence didn't bother him.

They had at least two hours before Ekko returned with the food, tinctures, and nesting materials the vastayan alpha had firmly suggested for him to acquire. While it would technically make his job easier if Jinx could hold a calm and honest conversation with him, he had no expectations of that from his enemy at the moment.

His main priorities were to ensure the basic needs she'd been neglecting in her isolation were being met now. To acclimatize her to his presence while she was still weak and vulnerable, and establish a more neutral tolerance - instead of the usual violent antipathy he'd no doubt be facing, if Jinx wasn't currently as frail as a sheet of paper.

Suddenly, Jinx was moving. Climbing onto the table. Sitting atop the furniture with all the casual disregard of a cat. Scar watched this happen with mild bemusement, but made no comment. He'd already resigned himself to picking his battles, and this wasn't worth it. Besides, he wanted the unstable omega to become comfortable enough to behave more naturally, so weird shit was pretty much expected.

Interestingly, her move onto the table had brought her closer to him. At a better vantage point for an attack. Scar didn't remark on this, either. If she came at him in this state, it would be very short-lived.

After he finished his broth, the vastayan alpha stood to bring his empty bowl into the kitchen. Just as he deposited his dish in the sink and went to turn on the tap, the radio clipped to his hip chirruped. Scar paused what he was doing. Keeping one eye on Jinx, he lifted the radio to his ear and pressed the button to speak.

"Yeah?" His voice was dispassionate and calm, disclosing no emotion to indicate who was on the other end of the line.

Ekko's crackling voice came through. He sounded clipped and stressed.

"Enforcers are crawling all over Market Street; I'm gonna have to make a detour to get the rest of the shit on this list. What's the status?"

Scar's expression didn't change, but he paid careful attention to Jinx's face.

"Everything's fine."

It had barely been an hour; evidently his friend was feeling twitchy about the situation, if he'd been compelled to get in touch already. Notifying Scar about the detour was very transparently just an excuse to check in and ask for an update.

"She eaten anything?"

The question was terse, but its immediacy betrayed Ekko's almost desperate need for news. For all that he acted like he could barely stand to be in the same room as his soulmate right now, he was clearly no less preoccupied with worry when they were separate. Great. This dynamic continued to become more absurdly dysfunctional, the more he learned about it.

"Yeah." Mindful that he was being overheard, Scar kept his answers as short and to-the-point as possible. There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then:

"Can she hear?"

The vastayan alpha resisted the urge to roll his eyes. No shit, he bit back the snarky response, I can't exactly leave her unattended to chat right now.

"Yeah," He simply affirmed bluntly, without taking his eyes off Jinx.

To his complete lack of surprise, Ekko didn’t respond after that. The line just went dead. Hm. Very telling.

Scar clicked his tongue in quiet exasperation, reclipping the radio to his belt. Then he regarded Jinx for a long, appraising moment.

"...Lot of work to do," the vastayan alpha concluded, dry as bone. He nodded at the bowl in the omega's hands.

"Done with that?"