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„The Eye of Zaun“ for moonkip.crafts on IG 💚

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sevika with a breeding kink. ♡

drunk!sevika x reader. | just sevika wanting to cum inside you. (mdni ♡)

contains: breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, strength kink (kinda), possessive language, alcohol use (both parties intoxicated but consenting), & dry humping.

a/n: this was heavily inspired by this fic so please check out their original work cus it’s perfect

Enjoy ♡

You're giggling as you shut the door behind Silco and Vander, both of them high-fiving and stumbling toward their Uber like gremlins on a sugar rush.

"Text me when you get home!" you yell after them, already kicking off your shoes.

The apartment's a mess—beer bottles, takeout containers, someone left a single sock on the windowsill (???). You start gathering stuff in your arms with that tipsy buzz still in your veins, swaying a little with each step.

You make your way toward the living room to check on Sevika but stop in your tracks when you see her sprawled flat on the carpet, one leg bent awkwardly and an arm slung over her face like she's shielding herself from the world.

She groans, "Those fuckin' assholes cheated."

You try not to laugh. "Was this Vander or Silco?"

"Both." She slurs. "Fuck 'em."

You tiptoe closer, hands on your hips. "I warned you not to go shot-for-shot with literal tank-sized men! Well.. except silco.”

Sevika grumbles again, her voice deep and raspy, like gravel soaked in whiskey. She shifts slightly but doesn't open her eyes.

You straddle her hips carefully, wobbly from the alcohol, planting yourself right on top of her.

"Maybe next time you'll listen to me."

Her arm twitches. She finally cracks one eye open and peers at you. Her gaze drops low.

Her eyes darken.

You're sitting right on her lap, all soft and warm. You’re small compared to her.

She swallows thickly. Her thigh tenses under your ass. You can feel her reacting to you, and you smirk.

"Are you dying?" you tease, pressing your palms to her chest.

"Not yet," she mumbles, but her fingers twitch against the carpet. You bounce a little, teasing, light—just enough to make her groan through her teeth.

"Jesus," she growls. Her hands lift and land heavy on your hips. "You tryna fucking kill me?"

You grin, breathless. "I'm just keeping the winner company."

"I didn't win." She says, looking down at your thighs while rubbing circles on them with her thumb.

"You won me," you shrug dramatically.

And something snaps in her.

Her eyes flick up to yours, full of heat and frustration and some deep, stormy emotion you can't quite name. She shifts under you again, and it's not subtle.

You tilt your head, watching her eyes flutter between your face and your thighs like she's trying to decide where to die. She's flushed now—cheeks warm, chest rising and falling heavier with every second.

You smooth your hands over her stomach, up her ribs, watching the way her breath catches beneath your fingers. "You're really that fucked up, huh?"

"Mhmm," she mumbles, her grip on your hips tightening as you shift again, just slightly. You're barely moving, but it's enough to make her grunt softly—like the restraint is physically painful.

"I could move," you say softly, leaning forward just enough for your chest to brush hers. "Get off. Let you rest."

Her hands clamp down hard. "Don't." It's low. Barely a growl. Almost a plea.

You hum, dragging your fingers up into her hair, letting her body feel the weight of yours. "You're never this needy, babe..."

Her eyes flick up to yours again, this time hazier, darker. "M not needy."

"You are," you whisper, brushing your nose along her jaw. "Look at you. Clingy."

"I'm drunk," she mutters, as if that's a defense.

You giggle softly. "So you admit you need me?"

Her silence is loud.

Your voice dips, teasing, sultry. "What's got you all soft for me, huh?”

She exhales sharply through her nose—half-laugh, half-groan. Then her hand lifts, palm cupping the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair like she's grounding herself. Her thumb brushes your skin softly.

There's a tension in her body, but it's not sharp-it's aching.

She's quiet for a beat. Then:

"You don't get it."

You blink. "What?"

Her grip tightens, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't get how fuckin' lucky I feel just having you like this."

Your breath hitches. And then, that's when it happens—her voice going gravelly, slurred and wrecked:

 "I wanna fuckin' put a baby in you."

You freeze. "...Huh?"

"I wanna-" she exhales harshly, like the words are scraped from her throat. "Wanna fill you up. Wanna make you all pretty and swollen. Fuckin' mine."

You open your mouth but no sound comes out.

Her hands slide rough and slow over your waist, your belly, your hips—like she's mapping it all out. Like she's already claiming it.

"You're so warm," she murmurs, breathless.

"So soft. I can feel your pussy through these little shorts, baby—fuck—“

Her voice breaks into a groan as she grinds up once, slow and heavy beneath you, and you feel allof her.

"I don't want stupid fuckin' plastic. I don't want fingers. I want you raw. I wanna stretch you out with my cock and keep you so fuckin’ full."

You shudder. "Sevika-"

"I want it to leak out of you for hours," she slurs, hips twitching again. "Want you to be messy with me. Want you to smell like it. Like mine."

Your breath stutters, thighs clenching. She feels it.

"Ohhh, fuck," she hisses. "That—do that again."

You try to say something smart. Anything.

But your brain is gone.

Her grip on your hips gets bruising. She's panting. Desperate.

"I'd be so fucking good to you," she growls.

"Rub your feet, your back, kiss that belly every night—l'd take care of everything, just let me—fuck—just let me cum inside you."

Her pupils are blown, her mouth parted in that open-mouthed, wrecked kind of awe like you're something divine. She looks up at you like she's praying. Worshipping.

"You'd look so fuckin' good full. Dripping. Cryin' because l'm too big and deep but beggin' me not to stop."

You gasp, nails digging into her shoulders.

She grins—sharp, unhinged.

"Say yes," she pants, pulling you down so her mouth brushes your ear. "Say yes and I'll do it right now—slow, deep—'til you're milking me for everything I got."

You grab her face to still her, both of you panting, burning up from the inside out. She looks feral. Her jaw clenches like she's holding back from flipping you over and doing it now. And then-

Click.

You both freeze.

The front door creaks open.

In walks Jinx, holding a grocery bag and a half-eaten lollipop, jaw instantly dropping.

Sevika, still fully seated with you straddling her, looks up, red-eyed, lip bitten, her arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Jinx blinks.

“…You good?"

should i write a p2 orrr…

criticism and ideas are heavily appreciated (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

thank you for reading! ♡

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I love this big girl...

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Yeah, she's an asshole, but that face... And that smile 😵‍💫

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I love Arcane. I love Sevika. Nothing compares.

Good analysis

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sevika up close.

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This is good holy shit

Sevika giving you backshots + The cabin shaking from her fucking you

CW : cabin shaking from sevika fucking you, strap on sex, strap referred to as cock and dick, established relationship, not proofread, PURE SMUT CONTEXT : okay I'm at an outing right now and there's these small triangular cabins that fits only a mattress and I'm sleeping in one. It moves when there's like huge movements and of course my mind went THERE immediately.

After a long, exhausting month, you and Sevika finally treated yourselves to a well-deserved getaway. The small private resort was quiet, with a pool glistening under the night sky and a small, cozy cabin and campfire just for the two of you.

You spent the evening by the campfire, sharing quiet laughter and trading sweet nothings, the warmth of the flames mirroring the glow in her eyes. When the fire died down and the night stretched deeper, you slipped inside the tiny cabin.

Of course, your sweet conversations soon melted into something more. Soft kisses grew heated, hands wandering as you found yourself straddling her hips, your body pressed to hers while your lips moved together with growing hunger.

She breaks the kiss, her breath hitching as she looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, her hands still gripping your hips tightly. "Your clothes, baby. Take them off" Sevika tugged at your pants.

Her hands slide up your chest, pushing your shirt up and off, her calloused fingers tracing the contours of your stomach. She leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping gently.

As she kisses and bites at your neck, her other hand reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clit through your pants. After a moment, she pulls back, looking up at you with a possessive gleam in her eye.

Her hands moving quickly to undo her pants. She pushes them down her legs along with her underwear, revealing a black strap-on harness and her thick purple rubber cock.

You whimpered at the sight, and her smile only grew. "You want this, sweet girl?" she purred, though she already knew the answer.

Without waiting for a response, she shifted your position, pinning you beneath her with effortless strength, her pants down to her knees as she pulled down on yours.

She lifts your shirt, and you bite down on the fabric, muffling a gasp as you watch her trail soft, lingering kisses down your stomach — each one tender, gentle, and laced with love.

She brings her fingers to your lips, voice low and commanding. "Spit, baby," she whispers, eyes locked on yours. You obey without hesitation, and she smirks, using your saliva to prepare your cunt with deliberate, torturous care.

Her touch is slow, intentional — dragging out every second as she watches your body respond to her. "Look at you," she coos, her fingers gliding over sensitive skin, "so good for me..."

Her fingers curl inside you, finding your g-spot and pressing firmly against it. "You're so wet for me baby girl." She withdraws her fingers and stands up, pulling the strap-on into place and adjusting it over her hips. "Turn over."

You turn over, presenting your ass to her, and she lets out a satisfied hum, giving the base of the strap-on a firm tug. "Such a pretty little ass,"

You arch your back, sticking your bottom out further, and she gives your ass a firm slap, making you yelp. She chuckles, dark and low in her throat, before reaching between your legs again. "Open for me, sweetheart."

You spread your thighs wider, giving her better access, and she slowly pushes two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit that spot she knows drives you crazy. She works her fingers in and out, stretching you slowly, her other hand resting on your lower back to keep you arched.

Your body pushes back against her fingers, greedy and needy. She withdraws them suddenly, making you whimper. She spits on her palm once, twice, coating the thick shaft of the strap-on. She places one hand on your hip possessively, lining herself up with your entrance.

With a slow, steady pressure, she pushes against you, the head of the strap-on slipping inside inch by inch.

She gives you time to adjust, her hand squeezing your hip, before pushing in another inch. You gasp. "Good girl," she pauses. "Take it like a good girl."

You're taking it deeper now, her thick rubber length filling you up completely. She starts to thrust slower, deeper, hitting your sweet-spot with each push. The cabin starts to rattle around you, feeling the walls shaking as she picks up speed, slamming into you harder and harder.

As she gets deeper, she starts to move her hips slowly, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, filling you completely. She wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you back onto her as she drives into you over and over, the white mattress banging against the wall. "You like that?”

Sevika's thrusts grow faster and more powerful, each one sending a shockwave through your body. The cabin shakes vigorously, the mattress shaking beneath you. She leans over your back, biting your shoulder as she fucks you intensely. The scent of sex and sweat fills the small space.

Your nails clawed at the sheets as she pounds into you mercilessly. The cabin squeaks. You watched the mattress moving on the floor with each powerful thrust. “F-Fuck… Mmmph!”

Sevika's breathing becomes heavier, her arm tightening around your waist as she lifts your bottom higher, angling the strap-on to hit that spot over and over with every thrust. "Shit, baby!”

You can feel the vibrations of the cabin's shaking deep in your core, matching the rhythm of Sevika's merciless pounding. Your protests become muffled screams as she hits you deep.

The small triangular cabin trembled, its windowpanes rattling with each jolt. The door creaked on its hinges, slipping open just enough to let the cool night air seep inside — a quiet witness to the relentless shaking.

"Can you feel it? The whole damn cabin shaking just from me fucking your perfect pussy" Each thrust is calculated, deep, hitting exactly the right spot to send sparks shooting through your vision.

"Touch yourself, baby.”

You manage to get one hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit desperately as she pounds into you. The cabin is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, your moans, and the creaking of it's own material. She sees your body tensing, your whimpers getting higher pitched.

"You’re so close, aren’t you?" she breathes, her voice dripping with hunger. Her pace quickens, thrusts hitting deeper, more relentless — the mattress sliding across the cabin floor with every movement.

She leans over your back, her body pressing into yours, and covers your hand with hers, fingers working your clit in tandem. "Come for me, baby," she whispers, lips brushing against your ear like a promise.

As her fingers cover yours, pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, you shatter. Your entire body convulses, your pussy clamping down on the strap-on inside you.

When it’s over, you both collapse onto the mattress, bodies tangled and chests heaving as you catch your breath. The air is thick with warmth, skin sticky with sweat, but neither of you care.

You turn to face her, cheeks flushed, and she mirrors you, a lazy grin spreading across her lips. The room is quiet now, save for the distant chirp of crickets and the rhythmic pounding of your heart.

Then, almost at the same time, you both start giggling, the sound light and breathless. "I swear the whole cabin was shaking," you laugh, wiping sweat from your brow.

Sevika chuckles, running a hand down your side. "Yeah? Maybe we should test how sturdy it really is," she teases, her voice still rough around the edges, eyes dark with lingering want.

A/N: i literally just wrote it and hit post, i WILL be re-reading this later cuz yk damn well I'm drunk af

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You: you know what your problem is? You're so hot so no one has ever told you how much of an asshole you can be.

Sevika: You think I'm hot?

You:

You: focus on the POINT

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OH MY GOD 😭😭

─ SEVIKA × PREGNANT ! READER

- ❝ since i literally killed y'all on the that, here i am, making up to y'all :3 ❞

She hates when someone tries to touch your belly.

Sevika barely tolerates strangers on a good day, but now? The first time someone reaches out without asking, you get very uncomfortable, and your wife notices that, of course she does. They nearly get their wrist broken. "You think just ‘cause she’s pregnant, you get to touch her? Fuck off." From then on, she keeps a protective arm around you and in your belly in public, making it very clear that no one is getting too close.

You both name the baby "Isha."

It’s one of the few times Sevika doesn’t argue with you about a decision. When you suggest the name, she just stares at you for a moment before nodding, holding her tears. "Yeah… that fits." Later, you catch her crying when she thinks you’re already asleep.

She becomes your personal bodyguard.

Sevika has always been protective, especially now, No one dares to even look at you the wrong way. Whether you’re walking through Zaun or just sitting in a bar, she makes it very clear that you’re under her protection. If anyone so much as bumps into you, they get the death glare—and if they don’t back off fast enough, they might end up with bruises. (or dead if she is in a bad mood)

Talks to the baby when you're asleep.

She won’t admit it, but she’s already completely in love with Isha before she’s even born. Late at night, when she thinks you’re sleeping, she rests her hand on your belly and murmurs to her. "You're gonna have the toughest mom, y'know? …Both of ‘em." If you tease her about it, she grumbles and denies it, saying that the "hormones" its messing with your head, but you’ve heard her.

She panics the first time you get morning sickness.

Sevika is used to handling injuries, but seeing you sick? That’s something else entirely. She stands there looking furious and helpless, hands clenched into fists. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Kill the sickness?" Eventually, she figures out ways to help—holding your hair back, rubbing your back, bringing you water—but she still curses under her breath every time. (and maybe you even see her shaking a little while she helps you)

Refuses to let you lift a thing.

Doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as a book—she’s already taking it from you. "Sit down. I got it." If you try to argue, she just raises an eyebrow and waits for you to give up. At this point, she carries everything, from your groceries to your shoes if you so much as look tired.

She insists on making the baby’s room perfect.

You catch her late at night, smoothing a hand over the blankets, adjusting a tiny stuffed toy, the same one she used to love when she was a little kid, making sure everything is just right. she wants this space to be perfect because this is where her kid is going to sleep, safe and sound.

Loses her mind when you go into labor.

She tries to stay calm, really, she does. But the second she hears you groan in pain, cursing even the air, all that composure is gone. She’s barking orders at everyone, pacing, and looking ready to fight time itself if it means getting you through it faster. "What do you mean it takes hours?! The kid’s gotta be ready by now!"

The moment she holds Isha for the first time, she’s done for.

Very Big, calloused hands cradle a tiny, fragile body, and for the first time, Sevika looks completely, utterly undone. She stares down at her daughter like she’s just seen the entire world change. When Isha grabs her finger with the tiniest hand, Sevika actually chokes up, but if you mention it later, she’ll deny it to her grave.

You wake up one night and see her asleep with Isha on her chest.

One of her large hands is curled protectively around Isha’s back. you just watch, memorizing the moment, because it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen in your whole life.

She struggles with feeling worthy.

Some nights, when she thinks you’re asleep, she sits on the edge of the bed and stares at Isha in her crib. The weight of her past lingers in her eyes—like she’s wondering if she deserves this happiness. But then you reach for her, comforting her, kissing her neck while whispering sweet words in her ears, she exhales, letting herself believe (for a few hours) that maybe she does.

Isha’s first word is "fuck."

You wish you could say you were surprised, but with Sevika as a mother, it was only a matter of time. It happens so casually—she drops something, mutters “Fuck,” and Isha, sitting in her little chair, immediately parrots it back in a tiny, triumphant voice.

Sevika freezes. You stare at her. She stares at you. Then, after a long pause, she sighs, rubbing a hand over her face. “Honey… isn't my fault, okay? She's the one who...repeat it-"

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oh god shes so beautiful. i feel sick

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~"Mine, immaculate dream

Made breath and skin

I've been waiting for you..."~

I just received this gorgeous gift from a dearest and most talented friend: Kally.M

She imitated the Arcane style for my oc and Sevika flawlessly, just look at this 💖

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My turnnnnn

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Calling Sevika a traitor because she went against Vander is missing the whole point. Vander was the leader of the Lanes, he was trusted to give his people a better life. Instead, he goes and makes a one-sided deal with enforcers where he has to keep his people in check and uphold the status quo. Of course, the violence is still there, just committed against the Zaunites, so its fine. Anyway, the point is that if anyone’s a traitor in this story, it’s Vander. Sevika’s loyalty was always to Zaun, not to Vander and not to Silco. Vander betrayed her and Zaun by making the deal, and yet Silco still gives him a (n undeserved) second chance, which he refuses to take because he is a defeatist LOSER!!! I don’t think they were planning to kill him tbh, just force his hand (“I’ll show you what you really are”) and they left the window open because they knew he would have loyalists who wouldnt accept Silco’s leadership (but turns out his only loyalists are his kids lol). Anyway, Vander lowkey sucks and totally had it coming and Sevika is the best.

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"stop giving sevika a snatched waist in fanart"

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How to show emotions

Part III

How to show disappointment

swallowing hard

low, monotone voice

clucking their tongue

rubbing their face

shaking head

clenching hands

sighing

frowning

pursing of the lips

slumped shoulders

looking away

scowling

How to show relief

exhaling deeply

tension in their face going away

closing eyes for a moment

tentative smile

eyes brightening up

small giddy laughter

putting hand on their breast

joyfully tearing up

looking up

How to show desire

gaze dropping down to the other's lips

opening mouth slightly

small smile around the eyes

eyes widening

pupils dilating

biting lips

following them with their eyes

inhaling deeply

licking lips

How to show tiredness

closing eyes

slowly opening them again

long sighs

yawning

no eye contact

head lolling to the side

closed mouth, neither smile nor scowl

not moving a lot

doing everything slower

staring off into the near distance

How to show confidence

prolonged eye contact

nodding to show they are listening

putting their shoulders back

holding head high

leaning forward

standing tall

smiling openly

Part I + Part II + Part IV + Part V + Part VI

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Fuck I want her bad

Smoking while fixing her hair 💜