#i fucking LOVE sevika

[sweetmapple]

Viktor and Jinx team-up would be goated, but alternatively...

[sevikasfuckdoll]

She doesn't know, but I need her to give me the sloppiest, roughest, messiest head ever. 😌🙏

[ellie722]

just a little something about Sevi with an artist lover..

You’re too absored in the way your pencil scratches against the paper as you sketch Sevika,her sharp jaw as she leans her head to the side,the way her body curves against the small couch in an effort to fit in and her relaxed expression. She’s lazily lounging on the couch watching a shitty romcom she claims she put on just because,you really like it and she doesn’t really care what she watches as long as you’re together.In reality you have conditioned her into your way of living and it’s cute how much she’s enjoying it..

“You’re drawing again?” Her voice rings through your ears and this time when you lift your head up to observe her she’s staring right back at you. You crack a guilty smile as you avoid her stare. It’s not that Sevika is angry at you for drawing her or anything.. she’s just a little shy,because she’s smart enough to realise how much observations is put into sketches like this,studying the subject till you can replicate it,and the thought of you staring at her for minutes on end with that little frown between your eyebrows gets her a little self conscious.

“Could’ve told me y’know,would’ve picked a sexier pose or something.” She amused,trying to hide her awkwardness.

“You’re always sexy,Sev.” You close your sketchbook shut,setting everything down to jump right next to Sevika on the couch and show her the love she deserves.

[exvelovly]

nobody fucking talk to me are you joking the forehead touch the crystal THEY ARE THE ANOMALY they revolve around each other “you show me the light in every universe” but why do you persist even after everything i’ve done? “now all i want is my partner back” are you fucking kidding me get out leave do NOT come back

“i’m always with you” the parallels of each universe, first powder alone and then ekko on that fucking balcony both alone, “can we do it like the first time”, powder cherishing vi’s memory in the alternate to vi cherishing jinx’s in the real one. jinx paralleling not only vi but paralleling isha. powder and jinx, jinx and powder, one and the same, end me

and the animation? a fucking SPECTACLE you cannot be serious right now half of that battle half of those effects those were 2 fucking d frame by frame i fucking saw that shit don’t play with me oh my god

don’t even get me started on sevika as a councillor because from somebody willing to fight to silco’s right hand man to a councillor because she is always there and willing and she deserves that spot more than ever, and the city of progress having her undercity ass on the council someone please take me out with a double barrel shotgun right the fuck now

do you guys understand there will NEVER, EVER be a show so wildly BATSHIT insane again how does one even begin to attempt trying to top this in any way shape or form

[not-rigel]

HONRY THOUGHT ABOUT SEVIKA MINORS AND MEN DNI

thinking about a shimmer high subvika. the drugs running through her system and she needs it flushed out. sevika would come home, you know she's high from the purple hue of her irises. you thought she'd opt for any other form of catharsis, but when she says she might need you to fuck it out of her you agree to assist. she needs to sweat, needs that racing heartbeat she only gets when you make her cum on your fingers over and over again. she'll groan and moan into the drool-soaked pillow while you eat her out from behind. with the shimmer in her veins and her heightened nervous system from sex, each slap to her clit rushes through her body more powerfully than usual. and when its finally flushed from her system you ensure she's hydrated, her muscles massaged and kissed, her makeup cleaned from her face, and told how beautiful she is.

[abbysgolf-club]

✧STAR GIRL✧ -

pitfighter!vi x afab!reader

MDNI

okay... this is disgusting, double penetration r! receiving, oral and fingering r!receiving, boob play, strap usage, strap referred to a Vi's dick, top!vi, bottom!reader, alcohol usage, pet names - not proof read lmk if i missed anything.

chat i'm a bottom vi truther, but. pitfighter vi is a top and you cannot prove me wrong. anyway this is pure filthy smut so

You'd been to every one of her fights without fail. You'd go to the bar afterwards in hopes that you'd find her, but whenever you did she was too drunk to function or in a fight. Was it wrong that you wanted her to punch you in the face, make you bleed and cry just so she could see her ethereal reflection in your blood and tears? probably. But that didn't change anything.

You were sat at the bar, right in Vi's usual spot, whirling your drink around in your cup staring at it as if it was going to speak to you. A voice rang in your ears, the sound coming from right behind you.

"Can i help you?" the voice spoke, clearly unimpressed. You turned around to be faced with Vi, her black makeup smudged over her face, knuckles bandaged up and bloody. "You're in my seat, cupcake." she continued, arms folding over her chest as she stared down at you.

You stared back at her, unable to form words. She looked even better up close.

"You look like a deer in headlights. You gonna say something or ya just gonna sit and stare?" she spoke again, frustration evident on her face, along with something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You cleared your throat, standing up from your seat. "Right.. yeah- i was just going to ask if i could uh.. buy you a drink?.." you spoke finally. Your voice wobbled as if your vocal cords shook anxiously when you spoke.

Vi raised an eyebrow, her eyes tracing your figure carefully. She shrugged, responding with a nonchalant tone. "Sure, why not." She sat down in the seat you were just in, waiting for you to sit next to her.

You were both a few drinks in now, slightly slurring words but still coherent enough to know what was going on.

"Come back to my place." Vi spoke, standing out of her chair and taking your hand, pulling you with her. She spoke like it was a command and not a question. Who were you to complain? You'd been waiting for this moment for weeks - no months.

Vi dragged you out of the crowded bar, her arm wrapping around your waist possessively. You both stumbled your way to her apartment, climbing up the raggedy steps that seemed extremely unsafe. Her apartment smelled like beer, dust and a cheap cologne.

"Ignore the mess.." Vi mumbled, kicking things out of the way so you didn't trip and fall over empty bottles.

You sat down on the poorly stacked mattresses, Vi walking over with a sly smirk on her face; crawling on top of you and sitting on your lap.

"You're so gorgeous, so perfect.." she muttered, leaning down and leaving small kisses in the crook of your neck, earning soft whimpers from you. "So sensitive aswell.." she continued, her kisses turning into bites; leaving purple hickeys over your neck. Her lips made their way down your collar bone, tugging at your shirt to take it off; her hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Her thumbs rubbed over your swollen nipples, her tongue giving them a lick each.

Vi's hands traced your stomach, her fingers fiddled with the buckle on your jeans, she peeled them off of you painfully slowly. You laid there in front of her, the only thing left on your body being your red thong.

Vi smiled as she looked at you, her hands gently laid on your knees and pulled your legs apart; giving room for her face between them.

"Is this okay, cupcake?" she asked from between your legs. You nodded - but this wasn't enough for Vi. "Use your words." her tone more harsh than before, her grip on your thighs tightening. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you respond.

"Fuck - yes, yes Vi this is okay." You practically moaned, squirming under Vi's touch. Pushing yourself closer to her face, wanting her tongue to touch your clit.

Vi noticed your eagerness, pushing your thong to the side and shoving her face into your cunt, her tongue lapping you like there was no tomorrow. She ate you out like a starved woman, like she was on death row and this was her final meal. Every flick of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You could cum there and then. She continued to apply pressure with her tongue, one of her hands leaving your thighs and bringing two fingers up to your entrance; pushing them in - exploring every angle inside you. She curled them up, hitting the sweet spot inside you multiple times over, bringing you to the edge before she pulled away completely.

You whined and pleaded for her to come back, but before you knew it she'd flipped you over face down into the mattress.

"Can you be a good girl and take it for me?" She asked as she brought the thick silicone strap up to your entrance. Before you could respond, you felt her push it in, inch by inch. Stretching out your cunt perfectly.

Vi smirked as she watched your pussy clench around her, she couldn't actually feel what was going on but she could - spiritually.

The room filled with lewd moans from both of you as Vi drilled herself into you with no remorse.

"Look so pretty wrapped around my dick, so fucking perfect" she grunted between moans, slowing her thrusts down slightly, bringing two of her fingers to your entrance, along with the strap.

"Think you can take more, take everything i have to give you?" she spoke as she pressed her two fingers inside you; stretching you out even more - if that was possible.

She continued her thrusts, pathetic whines and whimpers of pain and pleasure leaving your lips, your eyes watering having you on the verge of tears. It felt so good. You didn't realise it could get better. Vi reached her free arm round, rubbing your clit as she fucked you, your hands gripped the sheets as your legs shook, your moans louder than before. Vi continued to fuck you, allowing you to ride out your high before she pulled out and watched you fall sideways onto the mattress.

"You look even better all fucked out like that." Was the last thing you heard before you passed out, your head spinning and eyes fluttering shut.

[archangeldyke-all]

Reader just straight up not comprehending that Sevika is scary? Like when people talk about how intimidating Sevika is and Reader is just like “Uhm, what do you mean?? That’s my Sevi-bear?? She’s precious.” Pffft

-🥨

I LOVE THIS

men and minors dni

out of all the people in silco's little gang, you never understood why people thought sevika was scariest.

silco is scary. the man never raises his voice, doesn't bat an eye when he orders someone's death, and seemingly feels no remorse about anything... ever. he could blow over in a strong wind, but somehow, through sliminess alone, he's come to rule the entire undercity. that's scary.

lock is scary. just the pure physical size of him is intimidating enough, but add onto that the scars, prison tattoos, and the added strength of shimmer-- the man looks more like a killing machine than a human sometimes.

ran freaks you the fuck out-- they're quiet as fuck on their feet, and they've never missed a target-- sometimes, you think you see them in the shadows of your apartment at night.

but sevika?! sevika's not scary.

sevika's a fucking grandpa.

sevika's happiest when she's gambling with her boys, a cigarette in her mouth, you in her lap.

sevika loves to read but always falls asleep a chapter or two in, snoring as her book falls closed in her hands.

sevika can't be left alone around a freshly baked sweet treat-- or she'll eat the entire thing in one sitting.

sevika's not scary.

"you're married to sevika!?" a goon asks one evening while you wait for her to wrap up her work.

you blink at the man in front of you, trying to place him. he must be a new hire. "why is that surprising to you?" you ask.

"you seem so normal, and sevika's scary!" he squawks. you huff and roll your eyes.

"have you ever tried to get to know her? or do you just let the eyeliner and mech arm scare you off?" you ask. the man ties to speak, but a flash of anger sparks up in you. "you know, i bet you wouldn't be saying this if sevika was a man. why is sevika scary? 'cause she's a woman with power-- that's why." you're ranting now, defensive of your wife and getting worked up.

"no, that's not--"

"baby!" sevika's sweet voice calls. your little argument is completely forgotten as you turn around to greet your wife with a dreamy sigh.

"sevi-bear." you coo, pulling sevika in for a hug. she nuzzles against your throat, humming happily as you comb your fingers through her hair. "let's get outta here baby. made some brownies for you-- they're cooling off at home."

"fuck. i love you so much."

the pair of you leave the bar, tangled in each other's arms, none the wiser to the flabbergasted goon you left behind.

(sevika had threatened to tie a noose around his balls and let him dangle from the rafters earlier today when he'd joked about cheating at a game of cards.)

(now he's questioning his sanity, because the same woman who made him shit his pants in fear at lunchtime is giggling and covering her very defensive, slightly delusional wife in smooches as you two leave the bar hand in hand.)

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[fyeahnix]

Sevika Hockey AU where Sevika is the team enforcer and Reader had been traded to the team in a legendary deal as their new star player.

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The game had been close all night. Physical, too. High-sticking and cross-checks under the referee's noses drew out the nastiest insults from the crowd. You saw and heard and felt it all.

But you tuned it out. You had a job to do.

The Zaun Wolves needed an experienced star player added to the roster to help mentor their rising rookie hopeful, and in an odd turn of events, the Noxus Generals decided to part ways with you, the player they'd drafted with the number one pick only five years ago, for a draft haul in the off-season.

After a rocky rookie season and a sophomore slump, you were on the upswing in your career. You'd posted some record statistics during your time with the Generals and judging by the two goals you'd achieved tonight, you'd say the Piltover Progressors were learning that you lived up to your reputation.

It was no secret in the league that Zaun had beef with Piltover as rivals, but no one informed you just how much the Progressors hated the Generals. To them, you were the bastard child of both, and they were keen on making you feel every bruise in your first bout this season.

This team was fucking ruthless. No only were they trying to box you out from getting the puck, but when you did manage to snatch it away, another player would check you against the boards with their entire body weight and sneak in an illegal hit to go with it. And Janna bless the rookie Vi for coming to your defense. She was scrappy and never backed down from a fight, but she lacked the muscle mass to take the bigger players down completely. Still, you appreciated her effort.

Your saving grace, however, was the large woman sitting anxiously in the penalty box whose eyes locked with yours whenever you skated by. Sevika was one of the older vets on an already fairly young team, and the team's one and only enforcer. You learned over the off-season that while she didn't speak much and wasn't the best player on the Wolves, the team listened wholeheartedly to her wisdom and rallied behind her when it mattered. Much different to the militancy you experienced on the Generals.

Your defenders did their damnedest job keeping the puck away from the Progressors during the penalty. The penalty clock wound down to the last fifteen seconds just as you saw an opportunity to seize the puck and take a shot on goal.

You launched yourself across the ice to gather the puck. With quick stick work, you coiled back for a slapshot and before the end of your stick collided with the puck, a heavy body slammed into you. You lost balance and tumbled to the ice, losing the puck. They'd knocked the wind out of you, and you struggled to stand as the crowd yelled about another missed charging call.

You stood, finally, just in time for Sevika to hop out of the penalty box a second before stoppage of play. She rolled over to you and gave you a once-over.

“You good?” she asked.

You shook your head. “I'll be fine. They're startin’ to piss me off though.”

She nodded. “Gotchu.”

You skated into position behind your center for a face-off near your goal. Play resumed with your center winning the bout and passing over to Vi who took the puck to the other side of the ice. You followed. She passed it to you, and you played keep away with it before passing back to the center. The defender who tagged you grew sick of watching the clock and took it up on herself to check you into the boards when the puck came flying back to you. You lost it in the scuffle.

When you recovered, you saw Sevika sailing over to the defender, grabbing her by the jersey to pull her back.

Sevika then dropped her stick and gloves.

The defender followed suit.

The crowd hollered and screamed, went wild as the two danced around each other on skates.

The defender took a couple of feint jabs, but Sevika didn't fall for it. She kept her guard up and when the defender missed a big swing, Sevika followed up with a sharp uppercut. She grabbed the front of the defender's jersey and held her in place as she pummeled the defender with a flurry of right fists to the cheek and jaw. Her blows echoed off the ice, somehow overpowering the deafening crowd. The defender tried to no avail to fight back, but managed to sneak in a few lucky hits to make Sevika bite her own tongue.

The defender stumbled down, and finally, the referee broke up the fight for another stoppage of play.

Sevika grinned at the crowd, circling the ice with a bloody mouth. With one last glare at the defender, she yelled words that reassured your growing trust in her.

“Yeah, try that shit again and see what I do!”

On her way to the penalty box, she gave you a quick wink before slamming back inside to sit down.

Most of your team were slow to warm up to you during the off-season when you arrived in Zaun. Sevika had been the slowest. She acknowledged you, sure, but actually talking to you outside of work-related topics was like pulling teeth. It wasn't until she stumbled upon you skating around the ice in the brisk hours of the morning did she make the effort to engage. She'd always been first one in, last one out, and for once, someone had her beat.

You loved what you did—the juxtaposition of gracefully gliding across ice with the heaviness of pads protecting your person—but nothing came easy. You were smaller than the average player and faster because of it, but what you couldn't accomplish in raw strength, you made up for it in accuracy and finesse with the puck at your blade. But shooting a frozen piece of rubber into a goalie's five-hole took practice. Ten thousand hours of it. You'd told Sevika then why you were there and while the acknowledgement she gave you then was nothing but a gruff scoff and quick smile, her demeanor towards you changed from then on.

You came to learn that she valued nothing more than hard work and dedication. You weren't some gifted player with natural-born talent with access to the best resources at your disposal. You were you—an Ionian who had worked their ass off from sun up to sun down to have any hopes of being the best player in the league.

As the clock wound down to the final five minutes, you checked the scoreboard. Sevika's penalty time would take you down to the final three and you only had to endure from there.

The Progressors took their timeout. You locked eyes with Sevika for two long seconds during the team huddle, who only gave you the faintest of nods, an action that only said “I got you.”

Your opponents kept up the pressure but laid off the dirty plays for the rest of the game. The message was loud and clear to them: fuck with you and they'd answer to Sevika.

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[domiiomii]

Sevika is my favorite character but it is hard for me to analyze her because I feel her ending is so unfitting for the rest of her writing and feels so forced it makes me second guess every other thing that was established about her, it is truly sad to me how the conclusion for such an interesting character ends up being imo a lazy way to tie lose ends for the rest of the abandoned Zaun vs. Piltover class war plot line.

I was thinking about this because I found this concept art of how Sevika would use Silco's office as her room after his death and it is so harrowing how for Sevika her entire life was Zaun's liberation.

The thing about her is, unlike Silco who at least had Jinx, she 100% sacrificed her whole personal life for revolution and thus perhaps her compromise to it was even higher than Silco's and then she becomes part of the same system that she spend her whole life fighting against? How do we make any sense of that?

I see Sevika leaving Vander, because of his refusal of fighting against Piltover, as such an important point for her character and I would argue probably the most important we see in establishing who she is, her ideologies and how much she is willing to sacrifice for that dream. Then Act 3 happens and it is such a weird watch for me because clearly the writing was trying to re-establish her as a sort of Vander figure with the whole "we don't hand over our own people" thing (even though I would argue her motivations where ideological while Vander's were personal), her giving a speech on Vander's statue, under his shadow. It feels like an attempt to make her into a "good-zaunite" by making her into a completely de-fanged version of herself and what that ends up meaning is her becoming non-threatening to the status quo and instead becoming part of the system, legitimizing it and therefore protecting it.

In this regard I think that Sevika choosing to follow Silco might be as important as her abandoning Vander. I find their relationship very interesting because they have similar ideologies and Silco is so dependant on Sevika and they both know it, for over 7 years she could have abandoned, betrayed or disposed of him but she didn't because she understood that violence was the only way to liberation and in that path she did all sorts of reprehensible things just like Silco for that ultimate goal again with the understanding that violence was necessary, she chose Silco because she understood that liberation would come through struggle not by manking deals with your oppressors like Vander did... And then just like Vander she ends up doing exactly the same thing, rendering all those years of struggle, all those actions, violence and atrocities meaningless.

And so for me most of what we knew of her character and what was established about her ideology becomes nonsensical when we see how she ended, either you take it as she completely betrayed herself and what she fought for her whole life or she was never the person the writing showed us her to be and just acted without thinking all those years (?). Furthermore we are shown just few episodes before the end how the people of the undercity don't even listen to her, so again it is just confusing how she ends up as a council woman for a city that doesn't even want her.

Ultimately if this was some sort of commentary about how revolutionaries can become sucked into politics and be de-fanged in favor of becoming part of the system rather than fighting it I could accept it even if I didnt like it but with how reactionary and anti-revolutionary s2 is, it just feels more like a "see? violence is never the answer! if you want change just become a diversity hire and change the institutions that oppress you from within!" /sarcasm

[zaunbinary]

silco dying coincidentally the same time negotiations were being planned should’ve been something in season 2 i think. of course we know how he was killed but everyone else doesn’t (WE don’t even know who knows he was killed by jinx or not) the coincidental timing paired with piltovers excessive use of police force should’ve motivated zaunites still loyal to him because there WERE people still loyal to him it was one of caitlyn’s goals to specifically target them. in a decades long conflict on the brink of war, paranoia and anger would cause at least one person to theorize that silcos death was a purposeful and planned attack by piltover. adding in jinx becoming a symbol for zaun too like that could. be something idc. dramatic irony was used in an excellent way throughout season 1 and it could’ve been used in season 2 as well

[orangechickenpillow]

Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers -- Arcane

[sevikasfuckdoll]

I hope our wife's okay 😖

(She really does look like she's about to aggressively sneeze most of the time. 😆)

[dykesevika]

SEVIKAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!

[aestheticmusicalhoe]

Arcane spoilers

Yeah no yeah I am definitely breathing in a totally rhythmic and healthy manner and not losing my absolute MIND over this right here

[kokoch4nel]

I love that we, arcane fandom, came back hard and depressed asf 🔥🔥🔥

[srslylini]

seriously the entire storyline they had going with Sevika/Jinx/Isha was so great. I'm a sucker, and will for ever be a sucker, for found family.

Jinx and Sevika really did not have an easy start and to have the creators TURN that around might I say, masterfully, in act 1 of season 2 with a stunningly soft scene (not soft because of how the characters talked and interacted with the room given, but with how we as the audience got to find ourselves gently lowered into it, if that makes sense) and them bonding over what Silco did, reminiscing, even finding solace and humor. That was what Arcane always seemed to excel in.

Then to have Jinx pick up (see people we do not need the show to give us everything it was perfectly clear what Jinx intended to do with that arm. THATS how you do that. not the other shit the creators tried later on) the arm and FIX it, them fighting together and then Isha turning up. Their found family came as a surprise to me, and it was a pleasant one.

I would have wished to see a little more in episode 4 before everything went down with the prison break but to be fair, time given, they did a great job.

I think I already said it but that was genuinely my favorite thing of season 2.