#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

[anticipatedexhale]

Jealousy jealousy~~

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♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, jayce, jinx, mel, viktor, vi, sevika, ekko

☆ ◞ summary: when they get jealous at someone trying to make a move at you.

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader. Fluff kinda angst idk

Jayce Talis.

The night had started out normal enough. A quick stop at a Piltover lounge, a few drinks, good company—it was supposed to be relaxing. Jayce had been looking forward to it all week, especially since he finally got to spend time with you outside of work.

And then he showed up.

Some random, smooth-talking socialite, flashing a charming smile and leaning just a little too close to you at the bar. Jayce had been mid-sip of his drink when he first noticed it—the way the guy’s hand subtly brushed against yours as he laughed at something you said.

Jayce didn’t consider himself a jealous person. He really didn’t.

But he also didn’t like the way this guy was looking at you.

At first, he tried to play it cool, sipping his drink, pretending not to pay attention. You were perfectly capable of handling yourself, and it wasn’t like Jayce had any claim over you.

Except… maybe he wanted one.

His grip tightened around his glass as he watched the guy lean in again, this time saying something low and smooth. You chuckled—polite, but dismissive. Jayce knew that laugh. It was the one you used when you were humoring someone you had zero interest in.

Still, the guy wasn’t getting the message.

Alright. That was enough.

Jayce pushed off his seat and strode toward you, placing a casual—but firm—hand on your lower back as he slid beside you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, his voice deliberately warm. “Sorry I took so long. Did I miss anything?”

You blinked up at him, immediately catching on. “Oh, not much. Just some small talk.”

The guy’s smile faltered slightly as he glanced between you and Jayce. “And you are…?”

Jayce grinned, though there was something unmistakably sharp beneath it. “Jayce Talis.” He extended his hand, his grip just a little too firm when the guy shook it. “And you?”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, just a friend.”

Jayce’s grin widened. “Oh, just a friend?” His hand on your back subtly pulled you a fraction closer. “That’s funny. See, I thought you were hitting on my partner.”

You choked slightly, eyes widening as Jayce looked at the guy with a perfectly polite expression—like he hadn’t just dropped that word so casually.

The guy’s confidence wavered, and he let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh, no offense, man. Didn’t realize.”

Jayce’s smile stayed in place, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerously smug. “Yeah? You do now.”

The guy mumbled some excuse and quickly retreated, disappearing into the crowd.

As soon as he was gone, you turned to Jayce with an amused smirk. “Partner, huh?”

Jayce coughed into his drink. “I panicked.”

You raised a brow. “Seemed pretty smooth for a panic move.”

“…Okay, maybe not panicked exactly.” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You tilted your head, enjoying watching him squirm. “Jealous?”

Jayce scoffed. “What? Me? Nooo.” Then, after a pause, he sighed, rubbing his face. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You grinned, reaching up to straighten the lapel of his coat. “You’re cute when you get possessive.”

Jayce groaned. “Great. Now you’re never gonna let me live this down, huh?”

“Nope.”

But even as you teased him, Jayce couldn’t help the satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. Because you were still here—with him. And that’s all that really mattered.

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Mel Medarda.

Mel Medarda was not the type to get jealous.

She was confident, poised, and completely in control at all times. If someone wanted to flirt with you in front of her, well—let them. She knew where you would be going home at the end of the night.

That being said… she did have her limits.

The evening had been going smoothly—an elegant Piltover gala, golden lights reflecting off the crystal chandeliers, the air buzzing with soft music and hushed conversations. You had accompanied Mel as her guest, and while she was busy entertaining council members and diplomats, you had wandered to the refreshment table.

That’s when he appeared.

Some overly ambitious noble, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He was all charm and slick words, flashing you a practiced smile as he poured you a glass of wine, his hand lingering a bit too long as he passed it to you.

Mel had been watching from across the room, her expression unreadable as she sipped her champagne.

She gave him a chance. One.

And then she saw it—the way his fingers barely grazed your wrist as he leaned in, whispering something undoubtedly bold.

Mel hummed, swirling her glass lightly before making her move.

With effortless grace, she glided through the room, her golden gown shimmering under the chandeliers. By the time she reached you, her presence was undeniable—the noble stiffened slightly as she placed a hand lightly on your arm, her touch as soft as silk.

"Darling," she purred, her voice smooth as honey, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

Your eyes flickered with amusement as you caught the subtle edge beneath her words. You weren’t sure whether to be impressed or nervous for the poor fool beside you.

The noble, to his credit, tried to play it cool. "Ah, Councilor Medarda. I was just getting to know your lovely companion."

Mel smiled—slow, dangerous. "Were you?"

There was no sharpness in her tone, no outright hostility. And yet, the noble swallowed thickly, suddenly aware that he had overstepped.

She turned to you, her fingers trailing lightly down your wrist before intertwining with yours. "I do hope they haven't been bothering you," she mused, brushing a stray hair from your face as if the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You smirked. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

Mel let out a soft, knowing hum. "Of course not." Then, without another glance at the noble, she gently tugged you away, her grip light yet undeniable.

As you walked off together, you leaned in slightly. "You know, I think you scared him."

Mel arched a brow, amusement dancing in her golden eyes. "Good. He was getting on my nerves."

You chuckled. "Jealous?"

Mel merely smiled, raising your hand to her lips and pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. "Jealousy is such a petty thing."

But the way her fingers tightened slightly around yours told a different story.

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Viktor.

Viktor didn’t get jealous—or at least, that’s what he liked to tell himself.

He was logical, rational. Petty emotions like envy were for people who had time to waste. He had work to do—innovations to create, problems to solve.

And yet.

He had been going over blueprints at your shared worktable in the lab, completely immersed in his notes, when he heard it—someone else’s laughter mixed with yours.

His pen stopped mid-scratch.

Looking up, he found you standing by the doorway, engaged in a conversation with some bright-eyed researcher. They were laughing, gesturing animatedly, clearly trying to impress you. And what was worse? You were actually smiling at them.

Viktor felt a twinge in his chest, something unpleasant curling in his gut. He frowned, tapping his pen against the desk. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.

But then the researcher leaned in just a little too close, and Viktor’s patience snapped like a frayed wire.

He pushed himself up with his cane, making his way toward you at an unhurried pace. The clack of his cane against the floor was rhythmic, steady—an unmistakable presence approaching.

The researcher caught sight of him and faltered slightly. “Oh—Viktor! I was just talking to—”

“Yes, I noticed.” Viktor’s tone was light, almost pleasant, but there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. His golden eyes flickered between you and the researcher before landing on you entirely, his focus unwavering. “You’ve been gone quite a while. I was beginning to wonder if I had lost my most valuable assistant.”

You raised a brow at his pointed wording, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Didn’t realize you were keeping track of my time, Vik.”

Viktor tilted his head slightly, his gaze assessing. “I keep track of all important things.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks at the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The researcher, now clearly uncomfortable, cleared their throat. “Well, I should—um—get back to work.” And with that, they all but scurried away.

The moment they were gone, you turned to Viktor, arms crossed. “That was subtle.”

Viktor sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Ah, my deepest apologies. I had no idea my mere presence would cause such a reaction.”

You chuckled. “So, are you going to admit you were jealous, or should I just assume?”

Viktor scoffed, but there was the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Jealousy is irrational. I was simply…” He searched for the right words, tapping his cane idly against the floor. “…reminding them of their place.”

You grinned. “And my place is?”

Viktor leaned in slightly, his voice lower, softer. “Right here. With me.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

For someone who claimed not to get jealous, he certainly had a way of making it very clear.

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Caitlyn.

Caitlyn Kiramman was not the type to get openly jealous. She prided herself on her composure, her ability to remain level-headed even in high-pressure situations.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel it.

You had been at a local café in Piltover, waiting for Caitlyn to finish up her rounds so the two of you could grab lunch together. While you were minding your own business, some overconfident merchant had slid into the seat across from you, flashing you a way too eager grin.

Caitlyn spotted it the moment she stepped onto the street.

At first, she hesitated, watching from a short distance. She wanted to trust you to handle it—but then the merchant leaned in, their hand brushing against yours on the table, and Caitlyn felt a prickle of irritation rise in her chest.

Alright. That was enough.

With long, purposeful strides, she approached the table, her blue eyes cool and calculating. “Excuse me,” she said smoothly, her voice polite but firm.

Both you and the merchant turned toward her. You instantly perked up. “Cait! There you are.”

The merchant, however, didn’t seem to take the hint. “Ah, and who might you be?”

Caitlyn’s smile was razor-sharp as she placed a gloved hand on the back of your chair, her presence undeniable. “Captain Caitlyn Kiramman of the Piltover Enforcers,” she replied smoothly. “And the person they’ve been waiting for.”

That got the merchant to stiffen slightly. “Oh—my apologies, I didn’t realize…”

Caitlyn arched a brow. “Didn’t realize what? That they were already spoken for?” She leaned in slightly, tilting her head. “Or that you were wasting your time?”

The merchant let out an awkward chuckle, making some excuse before quickly retreating.

Once they were gone, you turned to Caitlyn with an amused smirk. “That was almost scary.”

Caitlyn huffed, finally slipping into the seat across from you. “I simply dislike people who overstep boundaries.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

Caitlyn scoffed, lifting her tea to her lips. “I have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Really?” You grinned. “Because that looked a lot like jealousy.”

Caitlyn gave you an unimpressed look, but the faint pink at the tips of her ears gave her away.

You chuckled, reaching across the table to brush your fingers against hers. “You could’ve just told them I was yours, you know.”

Caitlyn exhaled softly, her expression finally softening. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Your heart fluttered at the undeniable certainty in her voice.

Because, jealous or not—she knew exactly where you belonged.

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Vi.

Vi wasn’t the type to subtly get jealous. If she was annoyed, you knew it.

And right now? She was definitely annoyed.

You were both at Jericho’s bar, just grabbing drinks and unwinding after a long week. Vi had left your side for two minutes—just to talk to the bartender about another round—when she turned back and saw some cocky Zaunite leaning way too close to you.

Her eyes narrowed.

At first, she just watched, arms crossed, observing how the guy was grinning at you, clearly testing his luck. He was laying it on thick, too, his hand resting on the bar near yours, body language screaming overconfidence.

Vi cracked her knuckles.

Taking her time, she sauntered back over, sliding onto the stool beside you and draping an arm over your shoulders in one smooth motion. “Hey, babe,” she said casually, ignoring the guy entirely as she leaned in, pressing a kiss against your temple.

You blinked up at her, amused. “Vi?”

She hummed, finally turning her attention to the guy. “And who are you?”

The man, now clearly realizing who he had just been flirting with, hesitated. “Uh—just talking to your friend here.”

Vi’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. “Yeah? Looked like you were talking to my partner.” Her voice was deceptively light, but there was an unmistakable warning beneath it.

The guy held his hands up, chuckling nervously. “Didn’t know they were taken.”

Vi arched a brow. “Well, you do now.”

The guy muttered a quick apology and made himself scarce, disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was gone, you smirked, tilting your head toward Vi. “That was subtle.”

Vi scoffed, picking up her drink. “Please. If I really wanted to make a scene, he wouldn’t have walked out of here with both legs working.”

You chuckled, leaning against her. “So… jealous?”

Vi huffed, taking a sip of her drink before muttering, “Whatever.”

You grinned, nudging her side. “You so were.”

Vi sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Alright, fine. Maybe a little. But can you blame me?” She leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip. “You are kinda irresistible.”

Your breath hitched slightly, and Vi grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

“Now,” she said, finishing her drink, “how about we really make it obvious who you belong to?”

The playful challenge in her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

Yeah. Vi might not do subtle jealousy—but you weren’t complaining.

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Jinx.

Jinx wasn’t just jealous—she was possessive.

She didn’t do subtle. If someone was getting too close to you, you bet she was gonna make a scene about it.

It started when the two of you were wandering around Zaun, just minding your business when some overly confident guy swaggered up to you, flashing a grin that instantly irritated Jinx.

She didn’t immediately do anything, though. No, she wanted to see just how far this guy would push his luck. So she crossed her arms, leaned against a nearby crate, and watched.

And, oh boy, was this guy an idiot.

“Didn’t think I’d run into someone as good-looking as you in a place like this,” he purred, clearly thinking he was smooth.

Jinx’s fingers twitched.

You, clearly aware of the tension building beside you, gave an awkward chuckle. “Uh, thanks?”

The guy actually reached out, fingers just about to brush against your arm—

—and then BANG.

A single gunshot blasted the air, a bullet embedding itself right next to the guy’s hand on the wall.

You didn’t even flinch. But the guy? He jumped, whirling around to see Jinx casually twirling Fishbones in her hands, a manic grin stretched across her face.

“Oops,” she sing-songed, rocking on her heels. “My hand slipped.”

The guy paled. “What the hell—”

Jinx tilted her head. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Go on. Keep flirting. See what happens.”

He took one look at the absolute delight in her eyes—at how she was clearly enjoying this—and bolted.

Jinx cackled as he disappeared down the alley. “Coward!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Jinx, really?”

She huffed, marching up to you and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “What? You’d rather I let that slimeball run his mouth?”

“I could’ve handled it,” you teased, leaning into her.

Jinx squinted at you, poking your cheek. “Yeah, yeah. But I wanted to handle it.”

You smirked. “Jealous?”

Jinx gasped dramatically. “Me? Jealous?” She clutched her chest. “Pffft, please. I just really like scaring people.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Mhm, sure.”

Jinx pouted before pulling you into a sudden, tight hug, her voice muffled against your neck. “Mine,” she mumbled.

Your heart skipped

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Sevika.

So when she saw some cocky guy chatting you up at the bar—leaning a little too close, looking a little too comfortable—she didn’t immediately react. She just leaned back in her seat, swirling her drink, watching.

Jealousy was for insecure people. For weak people. She was neither.

You weren’t encouraging it, but you were being polite, nodding along as the guy kept talking. That annoyed her.

He was still talking? Still standing there?

Sevika sighed, rolling her shoulders before finally deciding she had enough.

She pushed off the bar with her metal arm, the heavy clank of it hitting the counter making the guy flinch before she even reached you.

“Hey,” she drawled as she slid up behind you, pressing just close enough to make a statement. Her voice was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Didn’t realize we were making new friends tonight.”

The guy blinked, looking up at her—then immediately went pale when he realized who she was.

Sevika tilted her head, taking a slow drag of her cigar. “Something wrong?”

The guy took one last look at her—the sharp set of her jaw, the glow of her mechanical arm, the way she was clearly daring him to keep talking—before quickly muttering something about needing to be somewhere else and scurrying off.

Sevika exhaled a slow stream of smoke before looking down at you. “You just let anyone talk to you, huh?”

You smirked, leaning against the bar. “You jealous?”

She scoffed. “Please.”

You raised a brow. “Mhm. So you just casually felt like intimidating some random guy for no reason?”

Sevika rolled her eyes, taking another slow sip of her drink. “I don’t like interruptions.”

You chuckled, nudging her. “Right. Definitely not jealousy.”

She sighed, shaking her head before resting her metal arm against the bar beside you, effectively boxing you in. She leaned down just slightly, her voice lower now.

“You wanna test me?”

Your breath hitched.

Her lips twitched into a smirk. “Thought so.”

She didn’t say she was jealous.

But the way she made it very clear who you belonged to? Yeah. That said enough.

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Ekko.

Ekko wasn’t the type to immediately get jealous. He was pretty secure in himself and in your relationship. But that didn’t mean he was oblivious.

So when some guy at the Last Drop started flirting with you, he didn’t overreact. At first.

He had been talking to some of the Firelights, keeping an eye on you from across the room, when he noticed the guy leaning in a little too close. At first, Ekko just sighed, shaking his head. He figured you’d shut it down.

But then the guy touched your arm.

And suddenly, Ekko wasn’t feeling so chill anymore.

Taking a slow breath, he rolled his shoulders before pushing off the wall, walking toward you with the effortless confidence that only he could pull off.

The guy was still chatting you up, completely unaware as Ekko slid in behind you, looping an arm around your waist before leaning close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

You blinked in surprise, glancing up at him. “Ekko?”

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before looking at the guy in front of you. His usual laid-back demeanor was still there, but there was a new sharpness in his gaze.

“Who’s your friend?” Ekko asked, his voice smooth but unmistakably pointed.

The guy hesitated, clearly unsure how to react. “Uh, just—just talking.”

Ekko hummed, tilting his head. “Yeah? Funny, ‘cause my partner doesn’t really need company.”

The guy opened his mouth, then closed it, clearly second-guessing whether it was worth pushing his luck.

Ekko smirked, his grip on your waist just barely tightening. “You good, man? ‘Cause you’re looking a little nervous.”

The guy quickly muttered something about needing to leave and disappeared into the crowd.

Ekko exhaled through his nose, watching until the guy was definitely gone before turning back to you.

You crossed your arms, amused. “Jealous?”

He scoffed. “Me? Nah. Just don’t like watching idiots waste your time.”

You smirked, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mhm. Sure.”

Ekko sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s cute.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

[iwashie]

𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙃𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙?

sevika x fem!reader, bi reader, exes to hookups again, +18

You were Sevika's ex girlfriend, almost got married to her but the disagreements and her lack of time for you made you break up with her and some time after started dating a kind man who took you to the topside, both of you trying a life there and leaving Zaun behind.

But, look who's back to the lower levels of Zaun in flesh and bones, alone and prettier as ever, bringing some sunlight to that hole, and rotting at the Last Drop as you used to.

Sevika chuckled when the men pointed to you across the bar, sitting all alone and having your favorite drink, still the most beautiful woman in Zaun, your flashy clothes and sulken face forcing her way to you.

"Well, well, well. Look who's back to the hole, the only one!" You rolled your eyes as the voice echoed close to you. "Missed home so much? And alone as I see..."

"Don't start, Sevika. I'm not in the mood for your bitterness." You replied, still paying attention to your glass, the drinking more interesting than the woman next to you; a white light, because Sevika would always be fucking interesting, no one compares to her. You could feel her eyes on your body, looking you up and down and that damn smirk on her lips as she always had when was about you.

"Just curious cuz you know, rumors in Zaun spread fast, and the saying is that you come back alone for good." She got closer, her mechanic arm resting on the wood, and her other hand brought the glass of whisky to her chipped lips. You followed the movement out of the coner of your eyes, gulping down as she licked her lower lip and smirked, knowing that you were looking at her. "Where's your man? Zaun is getting dangerous to wander around alone, girl."

You sighed heavily, knocking your hands on the table, turning your whole body to her, and looking at those grey eyes shining at you. She was the same damn sturdy, hot, old, and big woman that had you drooling over. She automatically made room for your knees between her open legs as old times. "I'm not with him anymore, okay? He's still up there, and I'm back home. Happy, vika?"

She laughed loud, banging the glass on the table and leaning over you, almost touching your noses. You held your breath, eyes strolling across her face before locking eyes with hers. "Pretty much, doll." You gulped, eyes lowering to her lips and back up. "The boy was a kid, wasn't he? Told you you couldn't get better than me." She laughed again, and you lost your temper, getting up and glaring at her; the height difference was still big, you barely reached her chest, and she lowered to your level.

"I had a good time with him. Felt like I was a priority for the first time." She huffed, her eyebrows knitting together as she ran her tongue on her teeth. You smiled and continued. "He was really good to me. I lived pretty comfortable and happy there."

You hit on a nerve and smiled more as Sevika fumed, fire on her eyes still locked in your figure. You paid your drink and left the bar, knowing she was following close behind. It was always like this when it's about you two; a dance, getting under each other skin just to end tangled and start the circle again.

You sighed as you pressed your face on the wall, nails digging on the garment behind you, feeling the warmth and weight on you. "If you had a good time, why did you come back, doll? He didn't know you like I do, right?"

You rolled your ass on her as she pushed your waist against hers, pressing your body on the wall of the alley. She sniffed your neck, giving a light kiss on the region, and sucked hard as her hands hovered your curves. "He didn't touch you like I do, huh?"

"He didn't know your body like I do, doll." She ran her hands up to your boobs, copping them and squeezing with care. You threw your head onto her shoulder, closing your eyes and grabbing her close as she unfolded you so easily. "He didn't do you right just the way I do, right?"

"Vikaa, please..." You panted on her neck as she played with you the way she knew you liked and the way that had you weak on the knees. She slid her human hand down your torso, playing with the hem of your pants, and you moaned when she entered it.

"He didn't want you like I want you, doll." You turned your head to her, chasing her chipped lips and kissed her roughly, full of teeth, bites, saliva, and desire for each other. You felt like floating and being pulled down to earth too fast, moaning loudly and trembling on Sevika's hands.

Even though you two had broken up once, no one could make you feel that way like Sevika could. She was right, that man didn't know you or your body, kissed and touched you like she does. That man was nice and all, but nothing compared to having her loving and wanting you the way you deserved. Nothing compared to Sevika making you cum in a dark, dirty alley in Zaun only with her fingers.

She broke the kiss, saliva connecting your lips, and her blown grey eyes devouring you while her hands did you the way you liked, wanted, deserved, and yearned. "He didn't love you like I do, doll. And you know nobody else is gonna love you like me."

"Only you, vika. Only you can me feel this way." You moaned against her lips, clinging to her body as her fingers made you come with a shiver and blown puppy eyes to her.

"Fuck, woman, just accept that you're mine and I'm yours forever. Just let me love you again and make up for the last time, doll." She promised on your lips, removing her hand out of your pants and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and mouth. She pushed you two against the wall, towering over you as she kept her eyes on you and kissed you like she fucking missed doing so. "I fucking love you, doll. Tell me you love me too."

You locked your arms behind her neck, pulling her in, and devoured her like you had been starving for too long. "I love you, vika... I'm yours. Only yours. Forever yours, Sevika." She mumbled a "my girl" and pulled you out of the alley, guiding the way to the place you missed so much and called home.

@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[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.” 

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so i just read your sevika x entp and oh y god it was so funny and so so so sooooo good i am in love!!!!!!!

so i was wondering if you could maybe do a Sevika x INFP reader<33

thankyou and love your suff

<33

I LOVE YOU INFPS SO MUCH OFC

Sevika x INFP!reader hcs

MBTI masterlist

mutual pining for YEARS before either of you worked up the courage to talk to each other oh my god it was hell for everyone watching it was literally  you: she’s so strong and independent and capable, she’d never want me. sevika: she’s so pure and kind and generous, she deserves so much better than me.  

the number one thing you and Sevika have in common: your feelings run deep. once you both agree to commit, there’s no turning back. every breath she takes is in loyalty to you. and you have devoted your soul to hers 

you bring out the softest side of her. she finds herself stumbling over her words when she tries to be honest about her feelings for you. once you win her trust, you are the only person she feels like she can open up to  

sevika is overprotective of you almost to a fault, she is terrified that someone might hurt you. she feels that you are too non-confrontational and wants to take on every single person who ever hurt you in a fight on your behalf. you tease her for this, saying “you’re my girlfriend, not my knight in shining armor” “who was it? who was the asshole who said that to you?” “sev, it’s not that serious, i’m fine—” (her machete is already out) “that fucker is dead tonight.”  

in turn, you push her out of her comfort zone. get her to talk about her feelings. you understand her boundaries but also help her process her emotions, something she has never been able to do. she’s too hard on herself, she will blame herself for the smallest mistakes, and when she feels like she hasn’t done enough she will punish herself for it. the first time you held her face, looked her in the eyes, and said honestly, “you did your best. that’s all that matters. i am proud of you.” she abruptly pushed you away so you wouldn’t see her tears. no one had ever said something like that to her before. 

you’re so unintentionally funny to her. like everything you say just hits her funny bone and you don’t understand it but you love the sound of her laughing so you don’t really care. but it’ll be something like you: *drops food* you, whispering: why has janna forsaken me sevika, from the other room: *snorts out milk*  

Sevika is a surprisingly good therapist to you because she is so pragmatic while you are prone to overthinking things. modern!au scenario in which you were spiraling about a social encounter with someone, worrying that you made them angry or that you came off the wrong way, and she’ll just calmly look you in the eye and say “or….their attitude could have had nothing to do with you.” 

you discover her creative side and then become her own personal cheerleader. you find out she can draw, and you give her a brand new sketchbook the next day. she gets embarrassed, insisting she can’t draw that well, it’s just a hobby, yadda…. but she sketches a portrait of you and you frame it and keep it on your desk because the detail that went into the drawing shows just how much she adores your face, how much she pays attention…how much she loves you

honestly you two would have the longest hugs. you just sink into her arms and Sevika, equally touch starved, will just bury her face in your neck and not let go and you’d just stand there like that for several minutes

[am-i-interrupting]

Hi, sorry to bother you but might I request a head over heels, tripping over himself, bumping into things when he hears her name love-struck dumb, old silco? As a former full service SW, he just has puppy dog, clingy written all over him. 🤣

Favors for Favors

Silco had only been half listening to the report that Sevika was giving. It wasn’t anything important. Nothing which needed his direct attention. It was all simply things he should be passingly aware of.

The scratch of his pen was a nice background to her smooth, husked voice. This was a routine the two were both well adjusted to. It hadn’t changed in some time.

Whether or not he should respond to Madame Margot’s request for more funding for guards ran on his mind. She was one of the more competent. Her lady’s brought in a lot of money, very little of which she actually have to the cause and he knew that.

Most of it went towards the luxuries of her business. Keeping rooms nice, pillows fluffed, dolls dressed in a manner of speaking.

He twisted his pen in his hand as he thought.

She was the one he was most familiar with.

Yes, there were others. Renni and her child workers, as she called them, and a warehouse full of shimmer. Chross and his secrets and fast working hit men. Smeech and his loud mouth which didn’t suit the prosthetics he had made. Finn and his. . . Whatever it was exactly he did.

Margot though was something of a collection of all of them. She had the public favor of Finn. She had the will to survive of Smeech. She held secrets and spread shimmer with her workers.

By far she was the most useful of them all.

Silco was in the middle of responding to her request with approval when his ears perked at a name, your name. His pen faltered for a moment. His eyes flicked up to where Sevika stood.

She scoffed. “You really are down bad, aren’t you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Nothing. Forget it. Did you even hear the last ten minutes or just that last name?” she asked with a bit of humor in her eyes.

Silco’s lip twitched upward. His gaze went back down.

“You were saying about the layoff happening in the docks?”

“I stopped talking about that seven minutes ago, boss,” she said.

He cut her a look and she had the audacity to smile to herself. It was a bit smug and not at all subtle.

“But profits have raised since your girl started,” she said.

He continued to write his approval. “The only girl that is mine is Jinx,” he retorted.

“Uh-huh, sure.”

It was rare that Silco got the chance to banter anymore. It’d been years but some days when Sevika was tired and probably at least a bit tipsy and not in an entirely foul mood, she would joke.

He didn’t admit it but it was small moments like these that he was found of.

She leaned against the desk. Her face got close to his. Her arm sat just above the top of the paper which was still wet with ink.

The smell of tequila was on her breath. Not strong but not weak either.

“Do me a favor, just get fucking laid,” she said.

She pushed herself up. She turned and walked out.

“Only if you do the same,” he said right before she closed the door.

He heard her snort right before there was click of lock sliding in place.

It was two days later when Sevika knocked on his door. He welcomed her in but she merely opened it enough to peak her head inside.

“I held up on my favor,” she said, “now hold up on yours or at least go down there and get a drink.”

It wasn’t late in the night when those words echoed in his mind but rather very early in the morning.

Maybe he should. Maybe he would.

He went downstairs.

“Chuck, go home,” he heard your voice say as he neared the bottom.

“I’m fine,” a hoarse voice replied, gravely and that clearly of a chainsmoker.

“No, you’re not. You got a glass thrown at you. Just let me take care of closing up.”

“Not what I’m paid to do.”

“I believe,” Silco said as he stepped into view, “what I pay you to do is serve drinks.”

Chuck’s lip curled upward into a snarl. He took the wordless demand and turned to his other side.

His sleeve was covered in blood, still wet even just looking. There were small nicks and a very large gash. It curled around his bicep and dug into it.

“Should I request the Doctor give you visit or would you prefer your means?” Silco asked as he looked at the wound. Chuck’s silence was reply. “Very well then. I highly suggest you take advantage the kindness being gifted to you. It’s rarity these days.”

“Fine,” Chuck said through gritted teeth.

When the door slammed shut, Silco finally looked at you. You had a small, pleased smile on your face. Your chin was held by your hand. Eyes were fixed on him.

Silco took a deep breath and tried to will down that little jump his heart tried to do, aiming for his throat.

“You’re going soft,” you said in a sing-song tone.

“He can’t serve drinks if he can’t use his arm,” Silco said.

“Uh-huh, sure.”

You spun around and reached for a bottle of whiskey. A glass was picked up in your hands as you turned around to the bar. A small scoop was filled with ice which clinked against the glass as it was plopped in. You didn’t look down as you filled it.

“What gives me the pleasure of your company tonight?” you asked.

That simple question led to over an hour of conversation and Silco behind the bar, helping you clean. All because he mentioned he’d once had experience and you had audacity to challenge that.

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It's Just Buisness- Ambessa x Sevika (Arcane)

NSFW tags - hate sex, strap-usage (a!receiving), pussy-slapping (a!receiving), hair-pulling (a!receiving), sub!ambessa (she doesnt think so), dom!sevika

authors note: i always feel so slutty writing the tags after im done. like yeah u just wrote all that u little freak 😞😞😞 if you liked this go look at the art it was inspired by!! creators links are at the end, if you have any trouble dm me and i'll send the art to you!! okay hope u love im going to shut up now #holyyapamoly ----------------------------------------------------------

sevika and ambessa had an incredibly delicate relationship,

both women valued loyalty, power, and strength,

but above all else, the only thing they truly bonded over was their shared love of sex

once a week, the two women would meet at the brothel,

neither one of them worked there, but sevika insisted that it was the least suspicious place for "women like them"

ambessa urged that they at least come at different times, to avoid anyone getting the wrong idea.

truly, ambessa thought that being seen at a brothel was already wounding,

she hated that people might think she needed to pay a woman to have sex with her

in spite of this, ambessa stood in the lobby, her large frame already grabbing more attention then she liked

babette didn't even look up from her work as she waved the woman back,

she didnt expect payment yet, knowing exactly what she was really here for,

more, who she was really here for

ambessa rushed to the end room, aggressively pulling the beaded curtain aside as her eyes landed on sevika

"took you long enough." the younger woman snarked, her eyes trailing up and down ambessa's frame

clothes hit the floor faster then sevika had ever seen, and it wasn't long before ambessas naked body was pressed against sevikas clothed one

"it's just business." ambessa muttered, more to herself then anyone else

sevikas hand gripped ambessas braided bun, tugging it back "you always were a bad liar."

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sevika stood behind ambessa, holding the taller woman's hip as she tapped her strap against her clit

ambessa felt cool metal grip her other hip, relishing in the bruising hold sevika had on her

one gentle push of her hips had sevika fully sheathed inside ambessa, who worked her hardest to remain quiet,

showing pleasure ment showing sevika had the power to please her, and she would not stand for that

"you call this rough?" ambessa scoffed, rolling her eyes at sevikas unusually gentle demeanor

a stinging slap landed on ambessas ass, and she turned around to see sevikas metal arm coming up and snaking around her neck, pulling her back

her flesh hand traveled around ambessas thigh, finding her clit with unsurprising ease

sevika pressed hard on her clit as she pulled ambessa towards her, nipping at her ear as she sneered

"you're not the one in charge here, general" the patronizing nickname urged a swell of slick to leak from ambessas cunt,

giving sevika the perfect opportunity to deliver a harsh slap to her clit, before pulling her hips back and ramming them into the taller woman

she quickly found a bruising pace, switching from grabbing at ambessas full tits and rubbing her clit with her metal arm

eventually, she settled on a punishing grip on ambessas bun, her flesh hand reaching around and clawing at her stomach

ambessas moans filled the room as sevika brutally slammed her hips into her, guiding her to lean her hands against the table in front of her

the back of her strap provided a delicious friction to sevikas clit, encouraging her to go that much harder in search of her own release

it wasn't long before ambessa was writhing under the younger woman's touch, her gruff moans transforming into needy whines and pleas

"this enough for you?" sevika huffed out, pressing her stomach against the swell of ambessas ass

"y-yes. that's- oh god..better" ambessa whined out, arching her back into sevika

the two women only lasted a few more strokes before coming undone, one after the other.

both of their muscular bodies intertwined as they came,

one who walked in might have trouble telling where one woman ended and the other began due to their closeness

in a moment of passion, sevika grabbed ambessas jaw, pulling her to the side and feverishly connecting their lips

the two women did their best to stay away from any sort of emotional intimacy, it was one of the rare things they agreed on,

and, although neither one would ever admit it, in this moment, with their bodies pressed together and their minds focused on only each other, they both caught themselves questioning "is this really just business?"

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THIS FIC WAS INSPIRED BY SOME ABSOLUTELY AMAZING ART I HAD SENT TO ME!! im going to tag the creators twitter, and blog since the link to the art isnt working (dm me if you can!t find it and i'll send it to you!) . please please please go show some love to their art if you liked this fic, because this story wouldn't exist without them!! as always, i hope you all enjoyed this very, very much!

gang we all knew i was going to write the two buff muscle mommies getting freaky, it was just a matter of time.

also, ik ambessa bad but like i still want her to ptpom 😛

[tiyawnyana]

God… how can you write so excellent!!! I’m fascinated by your talent. Your blog gives me lifeeeeee.

Can I make a request? For the past week I’ve been infatuated with the idea of: Caitlyn seeing that someone is trying to hit on Vi, sending her flowers, letters or giving her compliments. And she’s soo jealous! How would they resolve that on the bed?? (Or couch, or office, or…. Anywhere really!! Omgg)

Love youuu, please never stop writing! Sending you a hug from Colombia 🫂

Thank you for this request!! I had sososo much fun writing this ♡♡♡ sending hugs and smooches for this amazing request

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A/N: requests are still open, gradually getting through them! Also- Gert didn't die in this! I will not let that baddie die!

Characters: Caitlyn Kiramman x Violet (Vi)

Warnings: relationship, jealousy, dubious consent, slightly aggressive smut, fingering, slight oral (fem receiving), surprise at the end

Men and Children DNI

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Pink Flowers

It started with the clean up of Piltover and Zaun.

Vi had volunteered her time and efforts despite her broken arm.

Caitlyn remembers it clearly- she had only stepped away for a moment to speak with some of the various enforcers, giving instructions and directing help around to families needing it in the lower streets of Zaun.

She had turned to Vi, her lone eye wandering aimlessly for shaggy pink hair when it catches her- a fellow Zaunite conversing with Vi with a flush to her cheeks.

Caitlyn remembered this girl.. Gina? Geri? She had volunteered to fight for the battle as a Zaunite initially, strutting in with blue dyed dreads and spikes along the shoulders of her jacket. She had been stabbed in battle, but due to Vi's efforts, survived.

Caitlyn stands there for a moment, the feeling of slight frustration bubbling up when the girl cups Vi's bicep almost too friendly- then she's advancing, walking back over to her girlfriend and cupping her elbow fondly.

The girl, named Gert, had merely smiled- a strained one on her lips as she eyes Caitlyns face before nodding a bye to Vi, leaving to continue helping along the streets.

"Hey, Cupcake," Vi had said so soft, a tired look in her gaze before a frown etches onto her lips,"You alright?"

Caitlyn had nodded, smiling down at her just as soft before pressing a kiss to her temple.

Then came the food.

Vi had always had a soft spot for that butcher, the one she had gone to right after Caitlyn got her out of Stillwater.

Gert had found Vi down by the docks in Zaun, working on some deal with the fishermen to start working with Piltover in order to secure some allyship.

The girl had insisted, bringing Vi to the butchers stall. Vi had lit up, glad to see the giant fish-man was not giving up business, even moving up to the bridges to sell to Zaun and Piltover.

Caitlyn had already been up there, conversing with Counselor Shoola and Counselor Sevika (despite the awkwardness in that interaction) about various trades and businesses that could very well prosper with Zaun becoming it's own nation alongside Piltover.

She had seen a glimpse of pink with her good eye, looking for the source and finding Vi conversing with Gert, mouth full of that fish she oh so loved as they sat at the stall.

Caitlyn had clenched her jaw when she spotted Gert place her hand over Vi's, seemingly insisting on paying for her meal.

She had to give Vi some form of credit; she had definitely pulled her hand back kindly, despite the awkwardness.

That didn't stop Gert, though.

The girl didn't seem to know or even wrap her head around the fact that Vi was a taken woman. Very happily, so.

But Vi didn't seem to understand either that she was actually being flirted with.

She only saw it as friendly, and granted, being without her friends growing up due to imprisonment or their unfortunate deaths will undoubtedly put a stunt to what one deems proper friendship.

Vi thought she'd made a friend.

Caitlyn had to sympathize with that.

Until there was various gifts left at the Kiramman residence over the period of a few weeks.

Vi would most often find them first, showing the random things; food from that butcher again, a new shirt crafted by a childhood vendor Vi had mentioned one time, something found down at the burnt remains down at The Last Drop.

There was even a pair of boxing gloves left at the door once Vi's cast and sling was taken off, finally cleared that her arm was better.

Caitlyn chalked it all up as purely friendship in order to not seem jealous or aggressive over who Vi talked to.

But then there was Gert.

Knocking at the door.

Her father had answered the door, confusion in his face. He was only now accepting the fact that Vi was a permanence in his home, in his daughters life- now another Zaunite is at the door?

Caitlyn had been walking past, paperwork in hand when the sight of blue hair standing outside had her doing a double take.

"Gert?" She had spoken smoothly, approaching. She nodded to her father, taking over.

Gert smiles a strained smile at her once again,"Hey- uh, is Vi here?"

Caitlyn hesitates for a brief moment before sighing, leaning against the door frame.

"She should be in the garden to the left," she points in the direction,"She likes to relax out there.."

Her eye narrows slightly before Gert nods, thanking her and walking off to the side while pulling something from behind her back to be out of view from Caitlyns eye.

She frowns at that, shutting the door as she starts to wander over to the window overlooking the garden.

Gert approaches with a soft grin, speaking to Vi as she sits up from being sprawled out against the fresh grass.

Caitlyn places down her papers, narrowing her gaze as Gert pulls something from behind her back, having hidden it again before approaching Vi.

It's a worn stuffed bunny- and flowers. Obviously from a shop down the road in Piltover but Vi is shocked.

The bunny is what catches her attention more than the flowers, hands tentatively moving to grasp the toy. She thumbs over it softly, a small pout forming on her lips.

She's saying something, that Caitlyn can't make out despite her efforts in eavesdropping.

Gert steps closer and Caitlyns grip on the shelf beneath the window tightens, watching as she sits down next to Vi and presents the flowers.

Caitlyn ends up leaving the window but instead brings out three cups of tea, sugar and milk on the side.

Vi hears her, turning with a soft endearing smile.

"Hey, Cupcake," she muses, watching as she brings the tray to the small garden table.

"Hello," she smiles back, grabbing her tea,"Two sugars and milk," she grins at her girlfriend.

"You're too good to me," Vi says with a grin, taking the cup with a soft 'thank you'.

Caitlyn looks over to Gert, attempting to be friendly,"I didn't know what you like in your tea, so I brought options," she presents the tray.

Gert manages a surprised but genuine smile, taking the cup and taking an experimental sip before masking a slight grimace,"Sugar, if possible."

Caitlyn nods, dropping two cubes of sugar into her cup then moving to sit on the garden chair before her eye catches on the bunny, propped up in Vi's lap,"What's that?"

Vi finishes her sip of her drink, placing down the cup to lift the toy,"It's my childhood stuffed animal- I told Gert about it a few weeks back since The Last Drop had burned down and we were cleaning up the remains," she grins down at the stuffed animal.

Gert is grinning at her, a new fondness in her gaze,"It looked like the fire didn't reach the basement- I ended up cleaning out some debris down there and found it in this old room on one of the bunks."

Caitlyn gazes at Vi who doesn't pull her gaze from the toy.

She almost looks small, sitting criss cross in her garden while thumbing at poorly done stitching on the plush bunny.

"That's.. incredibly kind of you, Gert," Caitlyn murmurs with a genuine softness in her voice.

The girl regards her with a soft nod, acknowledging her words but not responding.

Caitlyn spots the flowers again, off to the side as Vi had put her full attention to the toy, and her jaw clenches.

"And the flowers?" She questions, raising her brow.

Vi looks confused, looking over before directing her gaze to Gert with confusion.

"Oh! Um-" Gert smiles sheepishly, lifting them. They're pink, various tones but mostly matching the pink of Vi's hair,"Just- uh.. saw them in passing, reminded me of your hair-"

She presents them with a low blush on her cheeks.

Vi tentatively takes them, curious but otherwise thankful.

"You've got a vase for them, right, Cupcake?" She looks up at Caitlyn.

Gert masks a small frown- but it doesn't escape Caitlyns lone eye.

"Yes," she nods, a strained smile on her lips as she offers to take the flowers,"We should have a spare in the laundry room, could you grab it? I'll trim the stems."

Vi nods, standing before placing the plush into Caitlyns lap and cupping the side of her neck softly before walking off back into the house.

Gert remains seated for a moment before silently standing, moving to leave.

Caitlyn overlooks the flowers, a sinister twist of jealously brewing in her belly,"These are incredibly thoughtful of you, Gert," she speaks smoothly, lone eye roving over to her,"They'll look lovely by our engagement pictures."

Gerts eyes widen but she only manages another strained smile and a nod before leaving with a wave.

Caitlyn feels bad. She never liked to outright lie to someone- but to be fair, she was planning to propose anyways. In time.

Pleased, she wanders back inside, carefully setting the plush bunny on the counter in the kitchen as she carefully unravels the wrapping on the flowers, trimming the stems.

A vase is placed on the counter beside her and toned arms wrap around her waist.

Vi sighs, kissing over her shirt covered shoulders,"You guys have a fuck ton of vases," she snickers against her back as her hands trace various designs over her skin.

"My mother always liked commissioning fancy ones," Caitlyn muses fondly, sinking into her warmth.

"Really? Actually- no, that makes sense," she kisses her shoulder blade.

Caitlyn snickers softly, shaking her head in fondness.

It all comes to a head when the Counsel decide to hold a festival on the bridges once the streets of Zaun have been cleaned.

As a celebration, flea markets are set up, Zaunites and Pilties roaming about and setting up shop in hopes to secure more friendships and allyships.

Caitlyn is proud, thoroughly happy at the efforts instilled in the festival. Music echoes along the bridges, free samples of Zaun cuisines and Piltie dishes handed out.

Children run about, intermingling with no care of where each of them was born.

Caitlyn finds herself hoping her mother, somewhere, saw the progress in these festivities.

She wanders around, Vi at her side as they meet new faces and introducing the other to familiar faces.

Caitlyn even tries Vi's favorite food- the meat from that butcher all that time ago. She's surprised to say it's delicious, and Vi grins almost cockily.

The night goes on, sun sinking beneath the horizon and lanterns are lit.

Caitlyn and Vi end up leaning against one of the rails to prepare to watch the fireworks show.

"Hey- I'll be right back, gonna grab a drink," Vi murmurs and she cups Caitlyns lower back with a kiss to her shoulder,"Want one?"

Caitlyn smiles softly, nodding as she reaches out to cup her hip before releasing her, watching as she weaves through the crowds.

She looks back over the rails toward the sky, overlooking some of the twinkling stars before someone calls her name.

Ximena Talis waves to her, a tired but soft fondness in her gaze.

They converse for a little, Ximena pulling her into a lingering hug as they talk of fond memories.

Caitlyn finds herself distracted momentarily after a while, looking around the crowds for Vi.

Vi got caught up talking to Sevika.

Having decided to bury the hatchet, she thanks the older woman for protecting her sister as long as she did.

She ends up walking off only to be side tracked by Gert.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in a bit," Vi nods with a genuine smile.

Gert smiles back,"Yeah, sorry- been busy down at this new bar I just got hired at. I'm a waitress," she grins sheepishly.

"That's great! Seems a little normalcy is finally returning to the Lanes," Vi grins back.

"Yeah, thank Janna," Gert sags in relief before laughing softly,"They even let me play my music on the weekends-"

"Oh, shit," Vi knocks her elbow against hers,"That's awesome! I remember you saying you play some instruments- I'm happy for you!"

Gert blushes warmly, nodding in response before eyeing the extra cup she holds.

"For Caitlyn?" She hums.

"Huh- Oh, yeah," she grins with a soft blush.

"Already bossing her fiancee around, huh?" Gert teases with a masked smile.

Vi does a double take at that, obvious confusion on her face,"Fiancee?"

Gert scrunches her brows,"Yeah- aren't you engaged? Caitlyn said-"

Vi chuckles softly, a warmer blush to her cheeks,"Fuck if I know, probably-"

Gert stops in her movement, peering over at her in surprise. Vi stops too, looking over at her. She raises a brow in question.

The other woman hesitates, opening her mouth to say something but unable to speak it properly.

"You okay?" Vi asks earnestly.

Gert steps closer, hand carefully reaching out to cup Vi's forearm and pulling her closer-

Caitlyn spots pink approaching, excusing herself from the conversation with Ximena as she weaves through the crowd.

She doesn't anticipate to see Gert pulling Vi closer and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Vi tugs back, eyes wide.

She spills the drinks in her shock, having barely avoided Gert pressing a kiss to her mouth.

Caitlyn is suddenly there, throwing a scathing look at Gert before gripping Vi's elbow and dragging her off through the crowd.

"Hey- slow down, Cupcake," Vi speaks softly, nearly stumbling as she catches up with Caitlyns long strides.

Caitlyn turns back to narrow her gaze as Vi sheepishly looks back at her.

She turns around, continuing the treck back to the Kiramman residence.

The streets of Piltover are nearly empty, the occasional elder remaining in their homes in defiance of the festival.

"I didn't- I didn't know she'd try to kiss me," Vi stumbles over her words.

Caitlyn doesn't respond, instead tugging her past the gates, up the steps and quickly shutting the door behind them.

They're alone. Her father was at the festival and intended to help clean up- he'd be gone well into the night.

Caitlyn turns around, her palm cupping that back of her neck as she attempts to calm her anger.

"I'm sorry, Cupcake- I had no idea," Vi murmurs, taking a step closer.

"I know you didn't, Violet," she responds, eye moving back up to look at her but her gaze catches on those stupid pink flowers.

Only slightly wilting, even after a few weeks. Curse Caitlyn to be a perfectionist.

She grits her teeth, suddenly surging forward and gripping Vi by the back of her neck and tugging her into a kiss.

It's hot, tongue invading her mouth and teeth biting at her lower lip.

Vi moans in surprise, eyes wide for a moment before sinking in to the kiss. Her hands grip Caitlyns hips, tugging her closer.

But Caitlyn doesn't let her control this.

She pulls back, pushing Violet backwards towards the dresser that holds those stupid flowers until her back knocks into it.

The vase wobbles, then settles.

"Easy, Cupcake," Violet tries to reason, but is sooner dragged into another kiss as Caitlyn unbuttons her shirt, tossing it to the side.

"Mm-" Violet hums against against her, hands moving to grab her hips but they're slapped away.

Violet disconnects in surprise,"Hey- whats-"

Caitlyn doesn't give her time to gather her words, instead unbuckling her belt and throwing it to the side.

"She's been flirting with you for weeks," Caitlyn mutters angrily, taking off her own shirt.

Vi watches, always mesmerized by the sight of her girlfriends body.

"I- I didn't know-"

"I know you didn't," Caitlyn seethes,"But she knew-"

Her hand is gripping at Vi's hip, leaning down to press wet, biting kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"She knows," Vi sighs softly, eyes fluttering over the onslaught of kisses and marks,"We're together-"

"She doesn't care, Violet," Caitlyn mutters against her throat.

"Surely that's not-"

"She tried to kiss you!"

She bites hard enough to leave a sting over Vi's shoulder, but not to leave a mark.

Violet chokes on a moan, weight slumping back against the dresser.

The vase wobbles again.

Vi huffs, gripping at the front of the dresser as Caitlyn sucks marks over her chest.

She blinks up at the fancy ceiling, heaving for breath before peering down at her.

"Did you tell her we were engaged?"

Caitlyn freezes for a moment, eyes wide before she grunts, tugging off her undershirt finally and sealing her lips over one of Vi's breasts.

She holds her against the dresser, sucking over her hardening nipples.

Vi's back bends backwards and she can faintly feel the petals brushing against her tattoo. She moans breathlessly, one hand releasing from the dresser to grip at Caitlyns shoulder.

"Cupcake-" she pleas,"C'mon, talk to me-"

She moans loudly when Caitlyn sneaks her free hand down into the front of Vi's pants and underwear, long fingers expertly spreading her folds and grinding against her clit.

"Oh- fuck, Cait-" Vi cries out, cheeks now rosy as her face scrunches up in a pleasure filled grimace.

Caitlyn sucks over her other nipple, teeth scraping against the hardened flesh.

She huffs against her, fingers curling and grinding in circular motions. She then steals a glance at Vi, taking delight in the red flush in her cheeks.

She hastily grips Vi's pants at the waist, tugging them down with her free hand, managing to get it over Vi's round ass before grunting as she tugs her other hand free and yanks down her pants completely.

"Shit-" Vi pants, gazing down at Caitlyn as she tugs them down nearly aggressively.

She's surprised to realize she finds this aggression extremely hot coming from Caitlyn.

Her shoes are yanked off, tossed elsewhere and pants soon to follow.

Caitlyn is quick to stand, pushing Vi roughly against the dresser with a biting kiss once more.

Vi whines and pants into her, yelping as she clings to her shoulders once Caitlyn lifts one of her thighs.

Ultimately, Caitlyn just lifts Vi onto the dresser. They both jump when there's a clash of glass breaking.

Those pink flowers lay on the floor, scattered around with water and the glass of the vase.

"Fuck- Cait," Vi pants, bringing her gaze back to her girlfriend.

Caitlyn initially feels guilty. They were a gift- did she do this on purpose? She doesn't even know. She's leaning towards yes judging by the sick twist of satisfaction in her belly.

She ignores it, instead turning her attention back to Vi as she spreads her thighs to admire the moisture at her core.

With a satisfied huff, she presses forward, slotting her lips to Vi's as she quickly darts her fingers back down, spreading her open and thumbing at her clit.

Vi huffs, pants, moans against her lips, cling to the dresser, her shoulders- anything for stability. She kisses back sloppily now, whining as Caitlyn bites her lower lip.

She's never seen her like this. She can't get enough of it.

Caitlyns thumb rubs in a circular motion, free hand gripping over her hip to keep her still. Soon enough she relents, despite Vi's groan is disapproval, and prods at her hole with two fingers before pressing in, in, all the way to her knuckles and twisting her hand to press her palm right against her clit.

"Oh- oh fuck-" Vi moans, disconnecting from her as she slumps against the wall. The dresser shakes beneath her but she doesn't care- can't take her eyes off of her girlfriend.

Caitlyn fucks her fingers into Vi faster gradually, quirking them up and searching until-

"Shit! Cait- Cupcake-" Vi barks out a surprised moan, eyes lidded as she watches her.

Caitlyn can't stop the shiver rolling down her spine. Why does she always look at her like that? Like she- hung up the stars in the sky?

She chases Vi's lips, never having enough of her taste on her tongue, pressing her tongue against the seam of her lips until she's granted entry.

She speeds up her fingers, pressing a third one in and relishing in the whiney moan she swallows.

Caitlyn finally pulls back, grinding her palm into Vi's clit with a satisfied smirk,"Cum for me, Violet," she murmurs softly, but her tone is nothing but commanding.

Vi shivers. That flush across her cheeks has traveled down to her chest and Caitlyn wishes she could lick it up.

"I'm- fuck, almost-" Vi moans, a pleasured grimace on her features.

Caitlyn decides she needs a taste.

She ducks down, moving her palm as she quickly licks over Vi's twitching clit.

"Ghk- oh- fuckfuckfuck," Vi clings to her shoulders, head turning up toward the ceiling as she cries out.

Caitlyn sucks over her clit, quirking the pads of her fingers up and grinding into that spot that makes Vi's walls spasm.

The resounding moan is surely enough to echo upstairs as Vi cries out, finding her release on Caitlyns fingers and tongue.

The sound of harsh panting and soft whines is the only thing heard in the entryway of the Kiramman residence.

Vi remains slumped against the wall, sweat cooling around her temples. Her hair sticks to her neck, eyes fluttering as she comes back from her high.

She winces, hands pushing at Caitlyns shoulders as she prolonges the pleasure, sucking over her sensitive clit and fingers still burrowed into her heat.

"Cait- too much," she pants softly.

Finally, she pulls back, slowly standing up to admire her work.

There's a slight sheen of sweat across Vi's body, her chest heaving with that blush slowly fading.

Vi still manages to give her a cocky smirk, to which she rolls her eye.

Later that evening, after Caitlyn finally simmered out from her anger and jealousy- she insisted on bathing Vi. Gently carding her soapy fingers through her hair, pressing soft kisses to her moist temple before murmuring apologies as she towel dries Vi's hair and body.

They're curled up in bed, Vi wrapped around Caitlyn with a satisfied hum. It's silent for a bit, and they both think the other has fallen asleep.

The faint sound of fireworks down at the bridges slowly simmers out.

"Sorry we missed the fireworks," Caitlyn murmurs, brushing her fingers through Vi's hair.

"Don't apologize, Cupcake," she grins as she presses a kiss to her neck,"Always plenty more times."

Caitlyn nods before grimacing,"I'm sorry- I know you told me not to apologize before but-" she slowly sits up, guilt gnawing at her,"I don't- I don't know what came over me-"

Vi suddenly stands up, crossing the room and ruffling about in the dresser saved for her things. It's not full- not even close, but the sentiment remains. She finds what she was looking for and comes back to crawl into bed beside her.

She fiddles with it, not knowing what to say until she just presents what is a small box, deep blue with small pink accents swirling about in intricate designs.

"I- uh.." she clears her throat,"Had these commissioned a little while ago- I was waiting for a better time but, figured I'd catch up and make it official-"

Her cheeks are warm, gaze averting as she opens the box to reveal two rings.

Upon first inspection, they're silver and not extravagant. As Cait lifts the box, second inspection shows intricate designs on the inside of the bands.

She squints her eye, spotting faint words, 'dirt beneath your nails' and her gaze flicks back up to Vi's.

She's speechless for a moment but ultimately takes the rings out, slipping one over her ring finger and gently grasping Vi's hand to slip the other over her finger.

They share a soft breathless laugh.

"About time," Caitlyn murmurs teasingly.

"Hey- I'm just catching up since we were engaged before this-" she sticks her tongue out before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

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A/N: thank you again for this request!! Loved this sososo much! Also no hate to Gert! Can't blame her for wanting Vi!

[insomniadreamzz]

Is this real?

Arcane Alternate Ending Fanfiction

Contains Jinx x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, angst

Jinx can still remember the moment that made her heart shatter and the little glimpse of happiness in her fade away forever. You were about to help Vander with Victors help but the Noxians had to destroy your hope of a family reunion. The moment Isha grabbed Jinx‘s gun, rushing towards Vander and aiming to shoot, you running after the girl, knowing she meant so much to Jinx but then there was the explosion and Vi dragged her sister Jinx away from the explosion, wanting to save her.

The explosion was the last thing she remembered before everything went down. Jinx had lost the two people she truly loved and who gave her happiness for once. Now it was all gone and she couldn’t help but blame herself for this. She should have saved you and not letting Vi drag her away but all she could do in that moment was scream your name and scream for Isha. There was no point for her to keep going. Jinx gave up, letting the Enforcers put her into jail for everything she did in the past, paying for all her crimes. Being alone in that cold cell without shoes, without her belt weapons, it made her feeling lost. The silence was very loud, Jinx started hearing voices again, getting back to her old behavior since the two persons who silenced them are gone now.

She fumbled with her braids until she undid them fully, her long blue hair spread across the floor, fingers bloody by the non stop pinching on the skin around her nails. As if that wasn’t enough, Jinx even starved herself. The food wasn’t even disgusting at all, it was good compared to what you would get down in Zaun but Jinx had to will to live at this point anymore, spending the time sitting curled up in the corner, hurting herself and crying a lot until there were no tears left to cry anymore.

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„Come on you can do this!“ You said as you carried the little figure in your arms, Isha’s and your own clothes being smeared with blood as you rushed home. You didn’t know what happened to the others, you only knew they weren’t here. Jinx wasn’t here. This didn’t matter right now, you had to focus on taking care of the girls wounds first and then think about finding Jinx.

Isha had a wound on her head and stomach but she wasn’t the only one being hurt. Since you tried to get the gun away from the little girls hands, the explosion damaged your hand. All that was left on your left hand now was only your thumb and ring finger, all the other three fingers got damaged too much, your small finger got blown off completely whily your index and middle finger got halfway blown off. These conditions you were in made it hard for you to take care of Isha’s wounds since you needed two hands. „Fuck!…“ You grumbled under your breath, ignoring your own pain as you focused on cleaning Isha’s wounds with your right hand.

„May I help you?“ A familiar voice echoed through Jinx’s hideout, it wasn’t your lover but someone you knew you could trust.

„Sevika!“ You shouted, tears in your eyes as you saw the older woman getting close to you. It was really her.

„Damn kiddo I know the feeling of losing limbs caused by explosions.“ She continued as she looked down on your left hand, making a hurtful expression, scrunching up her nose, knowing the pain.

„It don’t matter. Please take care of Isha first. I can use my right hand to stop the bleeding until you can help me wrap it up okay?“ You mentioned and Sevika just nodded, taking care of Isha‘s wounds. „Youre lucky. Her wounds aren‘t that deep but I guess she fainted from the shock which is understandable for a little girl.“ Sevika mumbled under her breath, soon finished cleaning the little wounds and wrapping them up before putting a blanket over her little body, then she focused on your wound.

You hissed every time the cloth with alcohol hit your wound, the stinging pain making you want to scream but you kept yourself back from that. It took Sevika a little time to wrap the bandages tight enough your hand so the blood will stop running, it hurt you but you knew it’s only for your own good. „Damn you really saved a life. I am proud of you.“ Your eyes widen at hearing Sevika saying this. You expected anything but that. „Thank you…I just couldn’t let this happen…but I need to find Jinx.“ You said and Sevika gave you a understanding nod. „Please take a rest. If not for yourself do it for Isha because she needs the rest. Then you can find Jinx.“

You weren’t satisfied with that, knowing Jinx was very unstable and might do something, you can’t let her think you are dead. „No Sevika I am losing time. Please stay here with Isha I beg you. Take care of her until I come back and I promise I will take Jinx with me.“ You insisted and Sevika just nodded in response with her arms crossed. „Fine but take care of you kiddo.“

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Jinx heard footsteps getting closer, thinking it was just one of her hallucinations or a guard. She didn’t even care to look, keeping her head buried into her arms that rested on her knees. The only thing causing her head to snap up was your voice.

You felt your eyes water at the sight of Jinx being in there, all alone on the cold floor. It broke your heart. „Jinx…?“ You carefully said, her head snapping up to look at you, eyes wide, her dark makeup all messy under her eyes. She looked like she cried for days and you know she didn’t just look like it, she did cry for days.

„Stop…n-no. No you are not real.“ Jinx panicked, she already had a hallucination of Silco before and now you? No way she couldn’t take it. „Go away! I beg you get out of my head. I can’t do this anymore!“ She held her head, hands grabbing a fist full of her own hair as she shook her head, body shaking in fear.

„Hey…it is me. I am real. I know you think I died but I am alive, I am not dead.“ You tried to explain but Jinx clearly shut down. It was impossible to get through her like that so you used the keys Vi gave you and opened the door to her cell. Stepping inside, you saw Jinx looking up with fear at you which made your heart ache but you already knew her in that state so you did what you always do, being calm as you crouched down in front of her. „I will give you time. Just calm down…“ You said with a low, calm voice.

Jinx muttered something to herself, not really audible for you but you didn’t mind, staying there until she noticed you weren’t going to leave, making her slowly look into your eyes and then look down at your damaged hand. „You…are hurt…“ She mumbled and you gave her a little sad smile, nodding. „Yeah…the explosion caused it. I am sorry you thought we are dead. I wished I could find you earlier but…I needed to take care of Isha.“ You told her and when you mentioned Isha, Jinx‘s eyes widened. „Isha! Is she…?“ You interrupted Jinx with a smile. „Isha is alive.“ With that, Jinx cried but this time out of happiness as she leaned forward to hug you so tight, her fingers clutching onto you as if she was scared you would slip out of her hands. „God! I was so scared…“

You hugged her back, keeping your love as close as possible. „It’s okay Jinx…it’s all okay. Isha is with Sevika she is taking care of her while I went to search for you.“ You reassured her, happy tears running down your cheeks as well.

You kept staying in each other’s arms for a while before she pulled back, cupping your cheeks to admire you. „It is really you. You are real. You are not just in my mind right?“ Jinx was still not fully believing this. You out your hands on hers, keeping on smiling at her. „Of course it’s me. The real me.“ You said once again and there it was again, the happy spark in her eyes before she crushed her lips against yours, kissing you so deeply. You immediately kissed back and both of you shared a loving, deep kiss, never wanting to part again.

…

It wasn’t over yet. Jinx and you spend a lot of time preparing for the last fight after you got her out of jail. She was ready to use her knowledge for building things for good. After Jinx made sure to see Isha again, she got even more motivated. Her happiness came back again after the emotional reunion, having Isha back into her arms again, seeing she was doing well except the little scratches on her body. Thanks to you, she survived and all three of you were together now and Jinx swore to herself she won’t ever let anything part you.

Jinx made you mechanic fingers just like she had which was, like she said ‚something she can fix‘. And you loved them. You adored how much she wanted to help you and do good things, not only building weapons to kill.

„Now it’s time to kick some Noxian asses don’t you think babe?“ You heard Jinx‘s voice, turning from painting the last things on the balloon which will help this whole old fan to fly. When you looked at Jinx, your eyes widen. She literally cut her hair short, only her long bangs being left of her old hairstyle, you immediately noticed the little pink colour in them, referring to Vi. „Wow someone really want to change things up huh?“ You chuckle, loving to see your girlfriend like that, she looked perfect to you no matter which hairstyle.

„Yep! But we need to make some more changes.“ Jinx said with her usual cheery voice before she ripped your shirt, making a crop top out if it. „Wha-…“ You started to complain but she cut you off with a little kiss on your lips. „No talking toots! We need to focus.“ She said before taking off her own shirt, replacing it with her belt to cover her nipples and part of her breasts, leaving you speechless.

„No way you gonna look this sexy in front of Isha.“ You managed to say but the blush on your face told her you really liked the view and wanted to eat her and kiss all over her body but there was no time for it.

„Ah fine.“ Jinx was easy to convince which was a surprise but you didn’t mind. Instead you wrapped a bandage around her chest before spraying a pink ‚x‘ on it, smiling satisfied at your work. „There better.“ You mentioned and with that you brought her to another idea. You both ended up chuckling as you painted on each other’s bodies and clothes, leaving kisses every now and then. It was a beautiful intimate moment you shared, something that meaned even more than sex. It was just beautiful.

When both of you were finished with your little doodles on each other and making matching hoods for each other that looked like a shark which was her favorite, you finally were done to help the others getting rid of the Noxians which caused enough trouble between Piltover and Zaun like you already had.

„Are you ready my love?“ You asked and Jinx smiled with a nod before pecking your cheek. „Yes I am and I won’t let you out of my sight, we either win or die together.“ Jinx said but you shook your head. „We will live together. Both of us will stay alive I promise that.“ You stated, squeezing your lovers hand gently.

You were so ready for this.

[bigsoggyboots]

Sevika x Brothel!Reader

Encroach

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Encroach: To advance beyond the usual or proper limits.

Inspired by Comfort Me by Malcolm Todd.

summary: Your relationship is forbidden. You're her best kept secret, her escape. Now, she's caught feelings, placing kisses on you.

cw: lots of smoking, that's it.

random disclaimer: This is a crossed posted fic! @calamitykills is my AO3, which is where more of my Arcane content is! I wrote this late at night so it's undercooked LMAO. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Comfort. That's what she needed.

She paid a pretty penny for you, something that's almost too common now, plopping down on your couch without another word.

☆

Normally, you're not one of the Brothel workers who provide sex. You're more or so a therapist, a person to console the oh so desperate. And Sevika was a part of that. Most of the time ranting about her fucked up days with a cigar in hand. But she was among the rare few who have seen you nude before.

Still, you were her distraction. You told her you're an escape, whether her hands were removing your robes or not. You bring peace and solace at the end of the day, a service that brings hidden emotions to the surface.

Sevika waved that off. Everytime. Reminding you that she doesn't have the time for that, feign that's not what this is built on. Feelings.

You knew she liked you, you just wondered when she admitted it.

☆

You took the money, raising your eyebrow at her, looking at the money. “That's more than usual.”

“I'm here for more than talking tonight.” Sevika opened a compartment in her metal pinkie, you noticed it being a lighter, drawing the flame to the cigar until it was lit.

“I see.” You put the money away, shoving it in your jar before making your way to her. She watched you, a small smile seeing you saunter over.

A hand made its way to your hip as you stopped in front of her, her right hand caressing the fabric that clung to you. “New dress?” As you nodded, her eyes roamed over your whole figure.

The dress itself was cute, simple. A long nightdress for the evening hours. “Suits you.”

You sat in her lap, taking the cigar from her mouth and wrapping your lips on it. She watched you, cocking her eyebrow at your confidence, a hum at the sight. You breathed in the smoke, leaving your nostrils with a trickle.

“Tell me about your day.” Sevika huffed, taking her cigar back. It's what she came to avoid. “There must be something that makes you wanna pay for extra services.”

She was contemplating, her cigar sitting idly between her ring and middle. “Shimmer factories are behind, Silco's yelling at me for it.” She took a deliberate puff, mindful enough to not blow smoke in your face. “I needed a distraction.”

“Me and my services aren't distractions-”

“They're escapes. You told me too many damn times.”

You hummed contently, panning your face away to smile, “I'm glad you remember then, it's what you need right now.” swiping the cigar again before putting your lips on it.

You knew what she wanted, what she craved; she needed something sweet. And to Sevika, there was nothing sweeter than nicotine.

Taking your hit, you kissed Sevika, smoke trickling into her mouth and filling it. You held her jaw steadily, letting the smoke take her on slowly as she gripped your hip kissing back.

A high induced her. She liked how your lips mingled, tongues not entering the others mouth as you exchanged smoke. Her lips danced softly with yours, matching that steady pace you created.

She needed this softness although these were areas that would encroach her restrictions.

This soothed her, her grip faltering as she moved only to kiss you. And you felt every inch of that.

That smoke only lasted so long, you pulled away as the last trails of it left your separated lips.

You huffed, breathing in slowly to recover.

She wanted that again. She wanted your softness. She wanted to be soft, she wanted to be gentle.

Sevika prompted you off her lap, her hand lightly pushing you to lay your back flat on the couch. “Do it again.” You couldn't react before she snatched it from you. “I'll do it.”

She sucked in the smoke from her cigar after swiping it from you, her lips kissing along yours seconds after. You noticed that gentleness again, her feeling you as if wanting to savor this.

So you sat, smoke harboring both of your mouths, with a high entrancing your minds.

Real feelings were bubbling over now; you both knew that, and in this line of work that's dangerous. It's where a line normally gets crossed, bonds break, and clients become strangers.

But you didn't care. Sevika needed something like this.

Tomorrow, you'll wake up and pretend it never happened, and she will too.

You'll just know you encroached behind hidden lines.

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[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.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

I'm So Pilt-Over This (Sevika x f!Reader)

A/N: It's finally here!! I've been so excited for this! I hope everyone enjoys <3

Warnings: Angst, drugs, mentions of drugs, drug use, Sevika being so insanely hot

Word Count: 1.9k

Ask Box: Open

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There was nothing worse than having a job that made you look like an idiot. And you definitely looked like an idiot. By day, you owned a small flower shop on the corner of one of Piltover's busiest streets. By night, you smuggled flowers and other plants down into the Undercity. Yeah. A flower smuggler.

You don't really know how it started. One noble had offered you a deal that you just couldn't resist. And the next thing you knew, you started to sell your goods in the Undercity as well. It was enough for you to pay rent at your small and overpriced apartment above the flower shop. But it was so lame. So very lame.

You shouldered the duffel bag you had after handing off some plants. You walked down the street, your gaze downcast. Another night of crossing that damned bridge and sneaking down to the Lanes just for a five minute exchange and a small amount of money. Business has been slow recently. Not that it was ever bustling. But it seemed like fewer and fewer people wanted your services. It wasn’t like you had anything to combat that. 

The streets of the Lanes were bustling with people. You tried your best to avoid looking and touching any of them. Just a simple bump could either end with you on the ground or someone asking for drug money. You weren’t necessarily the best when it came to confrontation. But confrontation always had a way of finding you.

”Watch it, brat.”

It felt like you hit a whole entire mountain. Your eyes slowly traveled upwards. The most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen glared down at you like you were a stain. She crossed her arms, her muscles on her one non-robotic arm bulging. You swallowed thickly, gently hugging the duffel bag of plants to you. You could feel your face heat up.

”I’m sorry, ma’am.”

She snorted before her eyes landed on your bag. She raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Your eyes widened. “Nothing.”

You don’t know why you said that. You had literally nothing to hide. You took a step back. She took a step forward. Were you about to book it from this completely intimidating and attractive woman? Maybe. She looked like she fucked people up first and asked questions later. You couldn't get beat up by her. You'd die!

"I'm sorry!" You shouted before turning away and sprinting through the crowded streets.

It wasn’t the smartest decision to start running. You weren’t used to the layout of the Undercity. You only knew where you did your business and how to get back. Not to mention this lady was probably faster than you’ll ever be. You glanced behind you. Your skin went pale. She was gaining on you and fast. With a panicked whimper, you ducked down an alleyway.

It was a dead end because of course it was. You turned around and tried to duck past her. It didn't work. She yanked on your bag, the force knocking you to the ground. The bag tore open and the leftover plants you had poured out. The woman's angry expression slowly turned to confusion. She threw down the bag and leaned down, examining the plants. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. 

She picked up a leaf. "The hell is this?"

"They're plants."

"I get that. But what kind?"

You shrugged and slowly sat up. "Y-You know… herbs and stuff."

She raised her head and looked at you. "Herbs? You mean drugs?"

"N-No, of course not! Just herbs, I swear. The kind people can't get down here."

"Then why the hell did you run from me?"

"Why did you chase me?"

"Because I thought you were selling drugs on my turf."

You frowned and shook your head. "I would never! I don't even know who you are!"

The woman sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. After a moment of awkward silence, she helped you up. You had scraped your arm pretty badly when you fell. You covered the bloody wound with your hand and looked away. At least she didn't have that murderous aura anymore.

"You're from the Topside, aren't you?"

"It's obvious, right?" You tried to crack a smile.

"It is. Because everyone down here knows it's useless to run from me." She picked up the bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Sorry about your plants."

You blinked in surprise. She actually apologized. "Uh… i-it's no problem. I can just grow more."

"C'mon. Let me fix you up and get you a drink."

"Wh-What?! No, you don't have to! I have to be getting back anyway…"

She snorted and slung her arm around your shoulders. "I won't bite, kid. We need to have a little talk as well."

"Can I say no?"

"No."

***

You learned her name was Sevika. She worked with Silco, the biggest crime lord in the Undercity. You were lucky that she had decided to hear you out instead of killing you immediately for selling in her sector. She had decided to give you leniency. In fact, she set up times for you specifically to come down and sell your herbs. Of course, she would get a cut. Word had spread that you started working for her. And suddenly, your business was booming once again. Your smuggling was now more profitable than the flower shop.

She liked having you around. It started with that one drink the day you met. And then she bought some herbs from you the second time you saw her. Then she started escorting you home. It was only fair since you technically paid her. She wanted to make sure her business venture didn't end up dead in a ditch for angering the wrong person.

You couldn't deny that you liked the attention. A big, buff, and stunning woman looking after you? It almost made coming down here worth it. Which was saying something. Despite making a good amount of money now, you were growing tired of the constant stress and paranoia that came with smuggling. A sigh left your lips as you sat in the back booth of The Last Drop. You winced as the sting of alcohol hit your split lip.

"Hey."

You immediately turned your head away as Sevika slid into the booth next to you. "Hi."

She took the glass from your hands and took a swig. "Long day?"

"Guess you could say that."

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

She would freak if she saw you injured. Last time you showed up with a bruise on your arm from falling, she almost went on a hunt for the nonexistent assailant. You had to hold her back. Now that someone actually hurt you, you wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible. So you kept your gaze turned away.

"Hey." She said your name sternly. "Look at me."

"No."

She grabbed your chin and turned your head. "Stop being a brat and-"

You could feel the room go cold as you stared at her. Her eyes were focused on the cut. You sighed. "Sevika, don't freak out."

"I'm not freaking out."

"You're pissed off."

"Of course I'm pissed off. Who the fuck messed with you? Did they do anything other than punch you?"

"None of your business." You pushed her hand away.

Sevika glared at you and grabbed your face again. "It is my fucking business. You make me money. If you get hurt, I need to deal with it."

"Right." A bitterness rose up in you as you returned her glare. "Can't have your money maker run away."

Sevika didn't respond. Of course you couldn't blame her for being upset. But there was something about her referring to you as only a business venture that made you more pissed off than she was. You had thought that your relationship with her had gone past that. At the same time, you knew that was naive of you to think that. Hanging out outside of your work meant nothing. You would mean nothing as soon as you stopped bringing in the money.

Her thumb ran gently over your swollen and busted lip. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "Not too bad. He had a weak punch."

"Why'd he hit you?"

"He thought I was selling Shimmer and was hiding it from him."

That made her wince. Her hand dropped down. She finished downing the rest of your drink. "Alright. That's it. You're done."

Your eyes widened. "What?! Why?!"

"Because." She crossed her arms. Her metallic arm glinted in the neon lights of the bar. "I can't have you getting hurt."

"Sevika, it's not that bad. I can handle-"

"I don't care. It's not worth the profit."

You sat up straight, turning towards her. "For you, maybe. I need this."

"You don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Sweetheart, you run a flower shop in Piltover. You don't need shit. Our deal is over." She stood up and got out of the booth. She turned away from you as she got out a cigarette. 

You almost couldn't contain your anger. Who the fuck did she think she was? You were selling here before she got involved. And now just because she thought you couldn't handle it, she wanted you to completely stop? That was complete and utter bullshit. You got out as well and moved so you were in front of her.

"You can't do this! I'm not going to stop just because you said so!"

She rolled her eyes, taking out her lighter. "Too bad."

You crossed your arms. "I started this because I needed the money. I'm going to continue whether you want me to or not."

"Listen, brat." She lit her cigarette and took in a short puff. "Around here, what I say goes. So be a good girl and stop selling."

You could feel tears of frustration start to well in your eyes. "I need the money, Sevika. You can't do this."

She let out a bitter laugh and blew out the smoke. It curled above your head. "You live in Piltover. You'll be fine."

"So you want me to just stop? Not come down here anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Not even for you?"

The silence said enough. Both of you had meant more to each other than what was meant to be. Your bottom lip trembled as you squeezed your hands into fists. It was unfair. You didn't want to stop coming here. Yeah, the stress was bad. You were constantly tired. But you had Sevika around. You didn't have anyone else. You were isolated from both Piltover and Zaun. Without her, you had no one.

"Just go back to your quiet little life."

She sounded so sure of herself. And that pissed you off. You blinked back tears. "Fine."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Sevika's voice was quiet as she turned away from you.

"Fuck off."

You turned around and stomped off. Fuck Piltover. Fuck Zaun. Fuck your stupid flower shop and your stupid smuggling business. Fuck Sevika and her stupid need to control everything. You kept muttering angrily to yourself as you walked down the busy streets. You weren't paying attention. You were too pissed off. You didn't notice the man following until it was too late. And now he was dragging you down an alleyway. You struggled against him. You could smell the sickly sweet scent of Shimmer. The last thing you saw was glowing purple eyes as you fell to the ground.

You were so over this. 

[soaking-wet-cat-punk]

ARCANE CHARACTERS AS BASTILLE: WILD WORLD SONGS

arcane spoilers below

part two:

1. Good Grief

absolutely Jinx and Isha. are you kidding. it’s isha’s carefree tune and jinx’s grief. there’s a little glitching in there. there’s some echoes and strange voices. it’s because they ran together painting the town. because jinx found powder in isha and vi in herself. because isha smiled when she pulled the trigger. and sevika can be there if you squint

2. The Currents

GAHHHHHH THIS ONE IS AMBESSA *shakes you aggressively* GUHHH even though she’s more represented by fire. this song is about her taking control to protect what is Hers, even if she strays away from herself in the progress. i would pay someone to make an edit of Mel and ambessa to this song but I will probably do it myself so make ur offer fast. could also be Caitlyn and Maddie in the bridge, if you think about it. and i do think. all the time constantly i am not normal about this album.

3. An Act of Kindness

Hrngh………… jinx and silco………. the way his outstretched hand shaped her life…. how he was the only one there for her…… AND NOW IT FOLLOWS ME EVERY DAY?!?!!?! ugh this HITS DIFFERENT.

option 2, for the time bomb enjoyers. this could be ekko and jinx or ekko and powder, depending on what universe. because in the end he forgave her and came back for her. because in the end she forgave him and continued on with her life. And now it follows them, every day.

4. Warmth

MEL MERDARDA RHE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE!!!!!! and Jayce 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 but i see this as Mel slowly realizing she is falling for him, through the layers of possibilities and the layers of planning and high society manipulation, even that she is doing herself. and Jayce leaning on her because she Understands, she Knows.

he’ll come back to us.

5. Glory

the other side of the polycule JAYCA AND VICTOR HRGGHHHH DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN IF U JUST LISTEN ONCE YOU WILL GET IT I SWEAR ughhhhhhhhhhh im going to kill someone…… stories told to me, and stories told to you… but did you ever feel like they were ringing true??

because they searched for heaven together, then realized that there was no greater heaven than being with their Partner, the one they love, who their story can’t exist without.

6. Power

this one was hard to assign because i have Opinions Thoughts and Feelings about it in real life, but im going to give this one to Vi and Jinx both, but both about the ghost of each other that’s been hanging over their heads for years. jinx has the ghost of vi who betrayed her, who left her, and vi has the ghost of powder, who she can’t believe is gone. it’s a different tone than the song has for me in real life, which is fun!! love to see it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway in the end of the show obviously they let go of old ghosts, so there’s that. there’s still hope.

7. Two Evils

this one hit me like a truck full of lead because I’m writing all of these live as i listen to the songs on a train. this is CAITLYN. this is Lady Macbeth herself. fighting corruption that bubbles up from her own throat, clawing at the crown that cuts her head, staring her mother down in the mirror. hunting the Zaunites like animals, losing herself and finding herself in the pieces below. “it pays to be the nice guy sometimes” it sure does cait GAHHHHHHGH i need everyone to listen to this album Now.

8. Send Them Off!

JAYVIK IS BACK BABY and they brought religious symbolism :D yayyyyy!!!!!!! in which viktor is the sin and the liberator, and Jayce is the sinner and the pledge. “be the power to compel me, hold me closer than anyone before, set me free” are you serious. are you for real right now. i will kill someone (affectionate)

ft. sky, during the bridge

9. Lethargy

CLOSE ENOUGH WELCOME BACK JINX AND VI! they can take turns paralleling this song. they deserve it. the helpless hope of family truly is something special. wowee im so glad british alt-rock band Bastille knows about the arcane sisters :) (this came out in 2014) anyway idk about you but i can see their journeys changing and intertwining in this song. and if you don’t see that then you are wrong. sorry.

10. Four Walls (the Ballad of Perry Smith)

jaycepilled jaycepilled Jayce when he went to superhell. Jayce when he fell to the bottom of zaun and had to pull himself up with his bare hands like viktor, Jayce when he finally understood viktor’s journey, Jayce when he saw the fate of his world that he made years ago. and of course that’s viktor speaking at the end. Just pretend his accent is there ok I don’t care that’s him. leave me alone I’m normal about this album.

My phone is running out of battery and I have hit the audio limit for this post so part two will happen later tonight or tomorrow morning I promise !!!!!!!!!

[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!

[melmedarda]

Finally caught up on Arcane (I had finals,alright?) and.......hoo,these motherfuckers are playing with me. It's like they decided that everyone that was having a semblance of a good time in season 1 needed to suffer in season 2. Like, nah,gang. What does Elora have to do with this? She literally caught a stray for minding the business that pays her (which is Mel).

Ekko and Mel......now that was personal. They really gave them the Magical Negro™ treatment and boy, am I tired of it. I hate the narrative of black characters having to sacrifice for people who would not do the same for them. Could you imagine being fucked with by something like the Arcane or LeBlanc for allegedly a year or so,just to immediately go to war the moment you're back in normal surroundings? Do they get a break at all?

Sevika.....maturing is realizing that Vi really had no valid reason to beef with her as intensely as she did. She's another one that caught a stray by proxy. Yeah, she's a Councillor(and my personal Melvika HC is that she's filling Mel's seat while she's in Noxus) now and the leader of Zaun........But at what cost? Knowing that her two adopted kids pretty much died for no real purpose in a war that had nothing to do with them? That she still has to clean up behind Silco despite him being dead? That half of Zaun's youth died in a war on the behalf of those who wouldn't spot at them otherwise? Sevika's trauma is unmatched and no one's talking about that shit.

People claim that Mel got no over the head with the "strong,independent woman who doesn't need a man" trope (and it's a valid claim before anyone jumps on me). However,I'd argue that Sevika is the full blown personification of the trope. Outside of Zaun, she has no real purpose. Sure, she had Jinx and Isha as motivation. But now she's alone and not even wilingly (in season 1, her almost bachelor-esque, solitary lifestyle seemed like a conscious choice on her part for the same of her gig).

We are both free from finals thank heavens! You were wise anon, and didn't watch until after you were done. I, however, did not possess that wisdom (REGRETS).

Also, I have no notes because the same sentiments you have are the same I had. The season treated Arcane's PoC characters so badly this season, it was hit after hit after HIT. Psychological warfare for real. Like, I understand that Arcane is a tragedy, but not even the "happy" endings were happy. The characters we loved and were rooting for were left broken, and a somewhat pitiful echo of who we knew them to be, after having acted in ways that seemed so outside of themselves. And then the tropes over interpersonal relationships we love Arcane so much for..... Yeah. Idk. The art was great though!

Maybe Arcane is about the friends we made along the way.

[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.