#arcane drabble

[evesbookshop]

❤︎︎ 𝐕𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ❤︎︎

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𝐅𝐭: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤/𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭

𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Vi who watches one TikTok of a girl complaining that she’ll never get to have her dick sucked and it absolutely changes her life. If we’re being completely honest Vi’s always had a little bit of a thing with your mouth, but she can’t help it. And this has just made it so much worse

So much worse infact that when she gets horny and you’re away, she watches strap sucking videos specifically so she can imagine what you’d look like on your knees taking her. And how heavenly your already magnificent mouth could feel.

And she tries to keep it together, she does. But she’s been extra feral and it’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something’s causing it. Her already crumpling composure all comes toppling down when she goes to show you a fight video she had saved on twitter and it instead opens up to a girl throat fucking her girlfriend with a strap.

It’s dead silent as you piece together what’s really been making her crazy. And she is staring at her phone, she turned it off and chucked it , in abject horror. Not for long though of course.

“Did you wanna try that” She’s gonna cream her pants.

And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.

Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.

But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.

“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”

A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.

“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.

“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.

Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.

And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.

“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.

“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.

“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.

“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”

“Alright.”

“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.

“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”

“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”

And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.

“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .

It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.

“Too rough?”

“Never”

“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.

“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝❤︎︎

[misswynters]

Ambessa/Sevika ignoring you in public, affectionate in private

warnings. suggestive, ambessa lowkey crushing you on the bed but who cares,

requested by @schlagglovr (everyone thank them <3)

ambessa medarda

Murmurs and laughter spread across the grand. A sea of sharp-dressed politicians and councilors, their voices filling the room. Ambessa Medarda was in her element, towering over most of the crowd. With her presence commanding attention without even trying. You, on the other hand, were left to hover at her side, your hand occasionally brushing against hers. So desperate for a small chance of acknowledgment. But as always, Ambessa's focus was razor-sharp. Her words spilling out in calculated precision as she discussed trade routes and alliances. It was as if you weren't even there. Like a ghost.

She didn't glance at you, not even once. It caused a sting in your heart as her disregard grew sharper with every passing second. You swallowed your frustration, telling yourself it wasn't personal. That you knew her well enough to understand this was her battlefield, her war to win, and her affection couldn't bleed through here. Still, it didn't stop the ache in your chest as her laughter rang out. It was so warm and inviting but it was directed at someone who wasn't you.

Countless hours passed by and by the time the last diplomat was shown out, your patience was wearing thin. You slipped into your shared quarters ahead of her, fuming silently. But when the door finally creaked open, there she was. Discarding her armor as her gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Come here," she rumbled, her voice softer now, devoid of its earlier sharp edges.

You didn't hesitate, the fight draining out of you the moment her arms encircled your waist. Pulling you flush against her. "You ignored me all night," you muttered, your voice muffled against her chest.

"I know," she admitted, her lips brushing against your temple as she guided you to the bed. "I hate that I have to. However out there, I'm a general. Here.." Her hands tilted your chin up, her golden eyes meeting yours with a smoldering desire. "Here, I'm just yours."

She kissed you slowly with passion, her lips lingering as if to make up for every second of neglect. How much you missed her lips on yours.

Ambessa’s lips crushed against yours with an intensity that stole your breath, her hands large and possessive as they gripped your hips. The need between you was palpable, her every touch sparking something wild in you. With a low growl, she hoisted you effortlessly, your thighs wrapping tightly around her waist. The cold press of her armor against your skin was a stark contrast to the searing warmth of her body, and it only made you want her more.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she rasped against your lips, her voice rough and dripping with hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip before she claimed your mouth again, deepening the kiss. She carried you toward the bed as if you weighed nothing, her presence utterly dominating.

“You’re the one doing this, Ambessa,” you breathed against her, your fingers tangling in her short hair, tugging hard enough to draw a soft groan from her. “I can feel how much you want me, right now.”

Her smirk was wicked, her lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck as her teeth scraped along your skin. “Oh, I don’t just want you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I’m going to have you, all of you.”

Your back hit the mattress, and Ambessa didn’t hesitate to press you down, her powerful body pinning you beneath her. The weight of her, the sheer strength in the way she handled you, made your pulse race. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as her voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Tell me, do you enjoy driving me to madness? Watching me lose control over you like this?”

“You’re the one who’s in control,” you replied, your voice trembling as her hands roamed your thighs, her thumbs digging into your skin to pull you closer. “You always are. Isn’t that how you like it?”

Her chuckle was dark and full of promise as her lips moved to your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Careful now,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. “Keep talking like that, and I might not stop at just kissing you.”

“Who says I want you to stop?” you countered boldly, your hands sliding over her broad shoulders, pulling her closer. The challenge in your voice made her pause, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a heat that stole your breath.

“Bold little one,” she said, her tone edged with a mix of warning warning and desire. Her hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly as she pinned you even tighter against the bed. "You're making it very hard for me to stay patient."

"Please don't," you whispered, your lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss.

Ambessa growled, before claiming your mouth again with a ferocity that made your head spin. As her hands roamed your body and her weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, the world outside her chambers melted away. Here, underneath her, you were hers. There was no place you'd rather be.

Her hands roamed your chest, strong and steady. When you tried to pull away to tease her again, she caught your lower lip between her teeth, stopping you in your tracks. "Stop with the teasing, darling," she murmured, her voice low. "Just let me show you how much little patience i have."

sevika

Smoky haze filled The Last Drop. It was as suffocating as it was intensifying, the crowd's cheers echoed through the bar as Sevika sat at her usual corner table. Her sharp eyes scanning the room. She was stoic as always, her posture a mix of casual confidence and barely restrained menace. You sat at her side, nursing your drink in silence. Silently hoping for even the smallest flicker of recognition from her. But she didn't look your way. Not once.

Instead, Sevika was all business. Barking orders to her lackeys and exchanging brief words with Silco's former enforcers. The air around her was heavy and her mechanical arm was gleaming under the dim light as she tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. It was like you didn't exist at all. While you knew this was her world and her job, it didn't make it hurt any less. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to let the frustration show on your face. Unfortunately you hid it horribly. Much to your distaste.

When the meeting finally ended, Sevika stood and stretched, her gaze finally landing on you. "Come on," she said gruffly, motioning for you to follow. You bit back the urge to snap at her, deciding instead to trail behind her as she led you through the winding corridors to her private quarters.

The second the door shut behind you, the shift in her demeanor was quick. "Alright," she said, her voice softer now, her lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Let me have it."

"Let you have it?" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You ignored me all night, Sev. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?"

She stepped closer, her warm hand curling around your wrist as she tugged you toward her. "Embarrassing, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of something genuine in her eyes as she leaned in towards you. Her breath warm against your cheek. "Didn't seem to bother you when you were sitting all pretty beside me."

"Don't start," you snapped, but your voice wavered as she closed the remaining distance between you. Her metal hand rising to trail a cold line down your arm. Her touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and she knew it.

"You're cute when you're mad," she murmured, her voice dropping lower as her lips brushed the shell of your ear. "But I think you're forgetting something."

"And what's that?" you shot back, even as your breath hitched when her warm hand slid to your waist, pulling you against her.

"That you're mine," she growled, her lips crashing against yours before you could respond. The kiss was searing, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. Her touch overwhelming as she backed you up against the wall. "I don't ignore you because I want to," she rasped, her lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "I ignored you because if I didn't, l'd drag you into my lap in front of everyone and let them know exactly who you belong to."

Your breath caught as her words sank in, her hands gripping your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around her waist, locking them together. "Sevika..." you whispered, your voice trembling as her mouth moved to your neck. Her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin below your jaw. “You're such a-"

"Say it," she demanded, her lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "Go on. Tell me how much you hate me right now."

You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair and tugging hard, earning a low growl from her. "I hate how good you are at this," you admitted, your words barely more than a breath as she bit down lightly, soothing the mark with her tongue.

Her laugh was low and dark, her breath fanning over your collarbone as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "You love how good I am at this," she corrected, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"Maybe," you conceded, your voice softening as she set you down gently, her hands lingering on your hips.

"Definitely," she teased, brushing her lips against yours one more time before pulling away slightly, her forehead resting against yours. "Now, let me make up for tonight in a more proper manner."

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[thehoneybeestings]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.

Word Count: 647 Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, strap (r receiving), top! sev, bottom! reader, softdom! sev, reader has female anatomy, i must be ovulating A/N: Honestly, this did not turn out as nasty as I thought it would… anyway, first smut! Woohoo! I'm currently working on a dancer! vi au headcanon (enemies to lovers too how juicyyy), but I had this idea pop into my head today and thought I'd write a little drabble about it for y'all to have in the meantime; so here ya go, and I hope you enjoy! 

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you

୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide

୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised

୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”

୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you

୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you

୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)

୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."

୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch

୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach

୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”

୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk

୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?” 

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else

୨ৎ “Atta girl.”

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist

୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness

୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more, 

୨ৎ “More?”

୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud

୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”

୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips

୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”

୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you

୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural

୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white

୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself

୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)

୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?” 

୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her

୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.” 

୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”

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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you

୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks

୨ৎ “You okay?” She’d ask

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you’d nod into her chest

୨ৎ “You need anything?”

୨ৎ “Mm-mm.”

୨ৎ “Can I clean you up?”

୨ৎ “No,” you’d mumble, “more cuddles for now.” 

୨ৎ And she’d chuckle, pulling you closer

୨ৎ “ ‘S always more with you…”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[ffiolette]

SEVIKA DRABBLE

WARNINGS— wlw, dom!sevika, use of strap, clit play, pussy slaps, spanking, nipple/breast play, slight dacryphilia, NSFW MDNI.

pls tell me if this is shit...

sevika dicking you down with her fat strap, her hands under your thighs, pushing them up until your knees meet your heaving chest. "'vika ! fuck, 'vika ! ohmygod !" you squeal as she kneels over you, her tits bouncing in your face, and they look so good you just can't help yourself, taking a nipple between your lips to suck on as she fucks into your squelching pussy. your watery eyes blinking up at her, and it makes her clit twitch with need.

she groans, smirking down at you as her hand comes down in a hard smack against your ass, making your already tight cunt clench so deliciously around her dick. oh, if only she could feel it. she chuckles through her grunts, cooing with a false tone of sympathy. "so sweet, aren't you ? just needed somethin' between those pretty lips to shut you up, hm ?"

you whine at her words, tongue circling her areola while you palm your own breasts, your body jerking with each of her firm thrusts which has her tip grazing your cervix in a gooey kiss.

your lips left her slick, swollen nipple to let out a cry of pleasure from your used throat, your hips jumping pathetically as your greedy hole sucked in another inch of her silicone cock.

"ohh, sweet girl. look at this pussy, she's practically drowning me shittt. bet this little clit would love some attention too, yeah ? want your clit rubbed, baby ?" she grins cruelly, her lips twisting up in a way that has your head nodding desperately against the sweat soiled pillow.

"mhm, mhm ! please, 'vika. wan' you to touch me !" you squeak, a familiar pressure in your lower belly building rapidly as your cunt clenches rhythmically around her. she chuckles darkly again, squeezing the plump flesh of where your thigh meets your ass before bringing her hand around to rub tight circles on your pulsing clit.

"tell me how good it feels, sweet girl. tell me how good it feels when I pinch your pretty clit." she grunts, squeezing your bundle of nerves between her finger and thumb and watching with a sick pleasure as you squirm and wail.

"feels— feels so good ! so fuckin' good," you mewl, arching into her touch when she lands a harsh slap against your cunt which sends you reeling and your pussy spasming. "'vika, 'm cumming— 'm cumming !"

you babble uselessly, jerking and writhing as you came on her dick, which was still ravishing your insides rather harshly. sevika grunts, tapping her fingers menacingly against your twitching clit as she continues to snap her hips at a punishing pace. you whine, attempting to push her hand away pathetically, and when you failed to do so you planted your palm against her abs, fingers curling the longer she stayed plowing into you mercilessly.

"awh, did you think I was done, sweet girl ? nuh uh, 'm not finished with this slutty hole yet."

ffiolette

[zevrra]

—vander’s delight

[mdni, nsfw, smut, fem!reader, p in v peneträtion]

oh, vander loves watching you struggle to take him. he especially enjoys it when you claim you’re going to ride him and he’s not going to lift a single finger to help you, wanting to prove a point. but when your hips are already burning and thighs are beginning to tremble; and you’ve all but taken the tip of his cöck, you’re second guessing your decision.

he takes a puff off of his pipe, smiling as smoke billows from his nose. “ya want some help yet lass?” vander teases. he had known from the beginning that this would eventually happen. well you both knew but your pride to prove you could do it was far greater than knowing you shouldn’t.

“don’t mock me,” you huff in response. your hands sprawled out across his broad chest, pressing almost all of your weight into his body while your knees dig into the mattress. “i’m gonna do this.” you add, hips stuttering as you try and force yourself to take more of him. a groan slips past your lips as you squeeze around the cock currently splitting you in half.

“if you say so,” vander hums, taking another draw off of his pipe. “i’m fine with just enjoying the view.” vander says with a smirk as he trails a large hand up along your thigh. slides his rough and calloused hand right up along your skin until his thumb press into your clit, pulling gently to get a better look as you attempt to take him all on your own.

you could only imagine how puffy your pussy must be; or how red it most likely is from the stretch of his giant cock. and from how soaked you are, you knew you were drooling all along every inch of his twitching shaft. you knew you looked like a mess but at least he got to enjoy watching you struggle.

you grit your teeth, shivering at the feeling of his thumb pushing through the folds of your pussy, but sink down further on his shaft out of spite. “too damn big…” you curse with a moan as you’re stretched out even more. you were half way to your final destination though, which made you feel pretty good.

vander laughs, deep and hearty from within his chest, thumb bumping against your clit once again to send a strike of pleasure through your body. “i’ll take that as a compliment sweetheart.” he says. his pretty eyes glancing up at your pursed lips before trailing back down to your cunt wrapped around him.

you roll your eyes but clench your teeth, beyond determined, as you finally manage to take all of him. bottoming out with a pitiful moan as pleasure burns throughout your lower half. finally stuffed to the brim with his aching cock; flushed fully against his skin that you’re sure you’re leaving a mess all over.

and all he does is chuckle again.

“atta girl.” he praises sweetly. “now it’s time for some real fun.”

[whoreforsexymen]

Love Me (Bar)Tender | NSFW Flash 🫗

(GIF cred: me <3)

Y’all see what I did there? With the title? Hehe. Ok, sorry, I’ll leave.

(I know the gif is technically a sad scene, but y’all can’t tell me you aren’t imagining him pressing his forehead against yours like that in the heat of the moment 😩)

Anyways…

Pairings: Vander x Reader

Pronouns: Female Identifying/AFAB!Reader

Rating: NSFW, 18+, MDNI !! You WILL be blocked!!

Word Count: 498

Tags: Riding, Fluffy Smut, Vander being pussywhipped (kinda), Poetic Smut, Vander is smitten by you (as he should be 😉), Tooth Decayingly Sweet Smut

Notes: I guess I’m just on a roll today. Haven’t touched this account in like 5 years and now here I am— Posting 8 things in one day. Go, me!

(I can see you, minors. Get outta here 🤺🤺. BACK! BACK, I SAY!)

“Fuck— Yeah. Like that, pretty girl.” Vander huffs out. Barely able to breathe, like a fish out of water. With practiced grace, you roll your hips, the fluidity of your movement reminiscent of a seasoned dancer lost in the rhythm, every shift a seamless blend of control and expression.

Vander’s head can no longer bear the weight of how you were making him feel—tilting backward as his neck gives way. It falls against the headboard, the movement slow and weary, a silent surrender to the beckoning of pleasure.

His eyes fall shut, and his breathing becomes erratic—quick, needy, shallow gasps. The only sounds he can manage are strained grunts, desperate groans, and breathless utterances of your name.

Your hips swirl, bearing your weight down on his thighs with your hands. You lean back into them, your movements slow but insistent, each one designed to draw him further into the frenzy—relentless in your pursuit to push him beyond control.

Your own insistent whining mixes with his, a symphonic blend of desperation between the two of you.

His hands are kneading your hips inexorably. Almost as if he’s scared to let go. His nails feel desperate to burrow under your skin with the way he’s clawing at you.

“You’ve got magic in these hips, love,” he says, his voice hushed, as if your motions had cast a spell— urging him to speak.

You can’t speak, your breath ragged and uneven as you picked up the pace, leaving you too consumed by the urgency to form a single word. You needed more. Not just of his words, or the deliciously whiny way he spoke. You were already stretched to the limit, every inch of you aching, yet the hunger within you refused to be sated. You craved more—more of him, as a whole.

If you could, you’d dissolve into him, merging into one single being, where every pulse, every breath, is shared between the two of you—inseparable, bound by desire.

“So good, pretty girl. You’re doing so good. Don’t think I can take much more, love.” He grunts, his eyes fluttering open to find you again, the sight of you cutting through the hazy state of desire he’d been gliding through.

He had been a fool to ever look away—how could he ever let himself look away? You weren’t just beautiful; you were everything a masterpiece could never capture, an intoxicating blend of grace and fire, more captivating than any sculpture or painting, alive and burning with an allure that consumed him whole.

“Fuck.” He grunts, unable to form a single coherent thought, let alone words. Every impulse in him screamed to voice the things he couldn’t hold back, to tell you what was racing through his mind. But your movements—each one more demanding than the last—silenced him, keeping his voice captive, lost in the frenzy of the moment.

“My girl. My pretty girl.” Is all he can muster before you’re both crashing into each others like waves against a cliff.

[pixievi]

FUCKING COLLARED SEVIKA

synopsis : sevika kept the collar after her little excursion to stillwater with jinx. she told herself that it was going to be used on you, but a little part of her whispered that she wouldn't mind if you used it on her. and now here she was

content : sub!sevika and she's very embarrassed about it, bratty sevika, dom!reader, hexstrap, mommy kink, collar and leash usage, good girl usage

wc : 635

"you little b-",she gritted through her teeth. you tugged on the leash again, shutting her up. you lazily fucked yourself on her strap, savouring every delicious inch as she filled you up so good. but your pace wasn't enough for sevika. she could feel all of it. your teasing movements, how soaked you were around her and how warm you were. it just all felt too fucking good. as much as she hated how smug you were on top of her, she secretly loved watching you use her like she was nothing but a toy.

she had to bite her lip from whining at the loss of your warmth when you fully lifted yourself off of her dick. instead, she furrowed her brows in annoyance. you giggled as you grinded against her length. you could see right through her. there was no denying that she was fucked out and desperate. her dark hair was stuck to her face from all the sweat, her chest heaved with frustrated restraint and her hips were stiff, secretly trying to be good for you by not fucking you from below.

"what's wrong sevi?",you smiled, dragging her aching cock along your glistening pussy. her hips twitched under you and her jaw clenched.

"stop fucking around",she growled.

you moaned deeply as the ridges of her glowing strap brushed against your swollen clit just right. you smiled down at her, with mischief alight in your eyes . "I might, if you ask nicely"

sevika scowled. you were asking her to beg. she would rather die. it felt as though every single one of her colleagues and enemies would magically hear her begging like a pathetic whore. she wanted to flip you over and take what she wanted, but you had her tied up tight and her metal arm was no use, you had pounced on her after she took it off for the night. she admired your cleverness and slyness, before she was put in the position you had her in now.

"c'monn, it's just me. no one will hear your little secret",you teased with a giggle. sevika's eyes widened a little bit. you never thought sevika was the type, and she regretted letting it slip while having you ride her all those weeks back. because now you revelled in teasing her. she pretended to hate it, trying to save at least some of her dignity. but you knew her too well. it was only a matter of time before she let go. you just needed to give her a little push.

you angled the tip of her cock to the warmth of your pussy. you teased her, pushing her in slightly. sevika's breathe hitched in desperation. her eyes darkened as she watched.

"it'll be so easy to get what you want baby, you just have to ask"

you watched her swallow, weighing her options. there was only one decision really, and it was driven by fiery ache and mess you left in her boxers. you watched the cogs in her head turn and she met your eyes.

"...fuck me, please"

your smile widened at her quiet submission. but she still wasn't fully there yet, and you weren't going to let her get away with it. you sank a little deeper down onto her dick, but still only a teasing amount. "please what?

she sighed, fuck her dignity. "please, mommy"

"aww see, that wasn't so hard",you leaned forward and squished her flushing cheeks. "what a good girl"

you sank back down on her fully, burying her aching dick into your delicious warmth. she groaned deeply, throwing her head back. you were in so much trouble when you were done playing with her, but it was so worth it, making her moan pathetically all for you. just for you.

merry christmas!! here's your present - sub sevika <3 she has a desperate mommy kink even when she's domming and you can't tell me otherwise

[tojisbestslut]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BEAST [ having a romantic relationship with general ambessa ] ── .✦

✰ CW: realistic ambessa from my understanding of her, she's arrogant, sfw, reader is a little insecure for her own good. ╰┈➤ masterlist ☽｡⋆

𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲

it was an exhausting process, exhausting was a kind word too use. you could look at all the definitions for the word in every existing language and yet be left unable to express the weight using words. the beast she had made out of herself existed too out of reach for you to touch. you had attempted so many times to provoke the beast out of her territory, trying to demonstrate the many perspective of the love existing between you two, which was slowly fading away. needless to say, the beast couldn't see nothing but pride, lust, hunger, anger and the urge to take and devour. many years of ruling and battling had distanced her from the woman who she once used to be, open to love and having her guard down towards affection.

she wouldn't see you as her equal, her pride would never allow her to do such a pitiful thing, she believed she'd betray herself by doing so. you could never be an inch of a woman she is now, and that made her feel superior to you, as she does much likely towards everyone. the only matter she feels truly defeated against is death, which she believes is an honor to face it in the glory of battling for purpose. therefore, she'd never allow you to demand something in the relationship, you knew what you were walking into when you first confessed your pathetic feelings oh so pitifully, so you have zero permission to try to change anything. she'd close every door for negotiation, thus making you desperate on top of being in love.

but deep down, somewhere in your heart where you're just an insecure scared little girl despite all the talents that you have, you're happy she even gave you a chance.

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[dnvrsmedia]

Whatever it Takes

sevika x reader (in canon universe)

there are no physical attributes or gendered language used in this :)

tw: PTSD and death mentioned

hurt/comfort for the fall season! (totally not self indulgent whaaaat)

You comfort Sev after a rough nights sleep

The air felt thick as your eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight peeking through your apartment window. A groan leaves your lips as you root around your bed for your girlfriend. As you come to it, you recognize what the cool sheets on your bed signifies. Sevika is missing from your bed for the third time this week. Many who didn’t know her would assume that she was back in her old stomping grounds, messing around with Babettes girls. Yet, you knew her better than anyone else, better than she knew herself.

You roll out of bed, leaving the comfort of your sheets and the smell of your lover. As your feet padded through your shared home, the sound of a whiskey glass hitting the coffee table filled your ears. Your first thought was annoyance at her inability to use a coaster (you think she does it just to fuck with you). Your soon second thought was questioning why she was up this early on her off day. Silco was kind enough to let her take a few days off…well after you had given him a very stern talking to. Sevika swears that the only thing he’s scared of would be you.

As you turn the corner, you see your lover hunched over her strong legs. Her chemtech arm off for the night, leaving her residual limb in the open. Her hair is down and in her face, not even caring that she can’t see well. Her flesh arm balancing a cigarillo and a whiskey glass, interchanging between vices. Her distant stare tells you she’s had a nightmare. Her staggering breath and deep frown tells you that she’s in her head. Sevika’s PTSD symptoms ebbs and flows with her day to day life. The fast pace and graveness of her line of work distracts her from the horrors that plague her mind in the quiet of the night. Yet, tonight, it seemingly has caught up to her.

A deep sigh leaves your mouth as you bite the corners of your lip, scouring your mind at what could’ve triggered her. The night before was filled with laughter and love between the two of you. The softer, less brute side of Sevika shone brightly through her hardened exterior. The side she only let you see.

You take a seat right next to her on your shared couch.Your arm moves to her hair, swiping her blunt locks away from her line of sight, tucking them behind her ears. A short grunt leaves her lips as a sign that she’s aware of your presence. When Sevika gets in these moods, you know better than to pester her to talk. She has seen and experienced horrific things, many of which you mightn’t even know. So when she feels comfortable in sharing even a sliver of her life, you let her at her own pace.

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence as your fingertips trail invisible figures across her body. You’ve learned through your relationship, keeping an aspect of constant physical touch in moments like these, keep her grounded. What makes you so different from all she’s mess with before is your attention to detail. You constantly find ways to keep her from disconnecting further into her pain, especially on days like these.

“He was there.” She kept her gaze distant and hard.Your hand squezees hers as an act of encouragement.

“I was a kid again and he-“ Her chest rises as her breath quickens, cheeks flush with anger. You rub her shoulder in hopes to calm her nerves. You knew Sev had a tumultuous relationship with her father growing up. Brief stories of her youth had slipped through during druken nights shared between you two, but that was the bulk of your understanding. You never thought to cross the boundary of asking how that came to be. A clearing of her throat brought you back to her as her eyes grossed over. A thick swallow of her throat and a shake of her head was enough to keep her emotions at bay.

“It’s been uh, difficult this time of year. Ya know it would’ve been ma’s birthday.” A glimpse of a bittersweet smile can be seen on her face. A surprised expression dawned yours. You thought Sev speaking of her dad was rare! She’s never once mentioned her mother to you in the past years you’ve known her.

“She would’ve loved you, i know it.” A smile couldnt be held back this time. Her distant stare broke as she looked into your eyes.

“I hate that stupid sappy shit you’re into-“ You giggle and slap her arm.

“But, I knew that ma sent you for me the second that I met you.” A shy and bashful smile adorned your lovers face as she nuzzles her nose into her favorite spot, your neck.

You feel your heart explode at her words. Sevika easily has been your most romantic lover (although she likes to downplay it to herself). You cup her strong jaw into your palm and kiss her. You hope every single ounce of your passion, love, and emotions can be felt by her through your lips. Sevika melts into your kiss, allowing for her tense body to relax in your touch.

Being vulnerable is hard for her, she knows that. She sometimes wonders if life hadn’t been so cruel in the undercity, if her father had cared for her…if her mother never died, how different her life would’ve been. Would she have given her life over to the cause? Would she have been something other than a soldier? Or would she still just be a cog in Silcos rebellion? Would she have found things that she liked? Would she have a hobby that didn’t include death and destruction? Would she have kids with you? Would she be less fucked to bring a child into the world and actually be a good mother? All of these were thoughts that had plagued her mind the moment she had gotten woken up by that nightmare.

And yet, here she is, unable to express the flurry of emotions to you. So…kissing will do. She’ll connect your bodies until you’re one so you can feel the deep connection she feels for you. She will be your fiercest protector and keep living for you. For you, have given her a new meaning, a new spark. She’ll keep fighting for Zaun, fighting for you so you will be able to have the life she dreams for you.

You part with her for a second before her lips chase you down. Her flesh arm reaching for you, holding onto your body like she fears if she doesn’t you’ll disappear. You climb onto her lap in one swift motion, needing to become one with her.

“I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, Sev. I love you.” You stare into her eyes, into her soul. You need her to know that you will never leave her like her loved ones did.

Her steele eyes widen with appreciation and deep appreciation.

“Baby I-I love you. I will do everything to make Zaun the place you deserve.”

Your heart aches at her confession. No, it’s not the first time you’ve said those words to each other, but it is few and far between. Sevika shows you in your day to day just how much she loves you, so you never felt insecure in her loyalty to you. Yet, your heart aches for her. Your heart aches for the pain and the suffering that she’s endured and continues to experience. Your heart aches for the fact that you know she believes she doesn’t deserve good, that she doesn’t deserve you.Your revaluation turns a light within you.

“As long as I'm alive I will spend my days showing you how worthy you are.” You caress her strong jaw and place a kiss on her forehead.

You’ll do whatever it takes.

[smollkittykat]

Since Viktor is like ten years older than powder, in my head, he knows Vander. Maybe he doesn't remember vi or powder but you cannot tell me that Viktor never went to the Last Drop for a drink.

You also can't tell me that Vander, who has a terminal case of dad syndrome, didn't immidiately take to the snarky boy-genius who came in maybe twice a month.

In my head, Viktor sang along to Zaunite chants that roared throughout the bar, back when Vander and Silco were always together.

When Heimerdinger allowed him and Jayce to work on Hextech, Viktor thought it would be good day. So he took a little detour over the Piltovian market, only to hear the whispers. Some in Zaunite, some in the official language.

"The Hound is dead, have you heard?"

"Heard it was Silco. It was a matter of time."

"No it was enforcers! Killed ol' Benzo too."

"Yeah, they were after Vander's kids I heard."

"They all died in an explosion is what I heard in the lanes."

Viktor bought his groceries all the same. He didn't start conversation.

As he walked back home, his cane clacking lightly on the stone pavement he hummed. Quietly to himself.

A prayer to Jenna, for fresh wind. For clean air. Like he had once chanted at The Last Drop.

[honeyedclementine]

what happened?

sevika x f!reader, established relationship fluff, s2 act1 spoilers ( drabble ) ageless blogs, minors, and men dni

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the last thing you expect sevika to come home with one day is a child. jinx you had grown used to—she had been around more and more often ever since silco's death. sevika claimed not to like it, but you could see how soft she had grown towards the young woman, taking her under her wing the same way silco did all those years ago.

you had known they were going on some sort of mission—something to do with jinx's sister, but sevika never offered much more information than that and you didn't want to pry. even so, you stayed up to make sure sevika got home safely anyway. she always told you not to, but you never listened. you had a sneaking suspicion she liked coming home after a tough day to you sitting on the couch, waiting to hold her.

what you hadn't expected tonight, though, was for sevika to come home with a passed out jinx in her arms and a small child clinging to her shoulders. if not for the distressed look on your girlfriend's face, you would have chuckled at the young girl clinging to her like a jungle gym.

"her finger needs bandaged, bad," sevika says in lieu of a greeting, laying jinx down on the couch. she's so pale and sullen she looks nearly dead. you would almost believe it if not for the steady rise and fall of her chest. "this is isha."

"hi, isha," you speak softly as sevika places the girl gently on the ground. you reach for the medkit, lifting jinx's bloody hand only to find the absence of a finger. you don't ask.

the young girl—isha, you now know, watches with rapt attention as you clean jinx's wound and apply pressure in an attempt to staunch the bleeding before you bandage it. you've spent many nights patching up sevika, it was only natural the courtesy would extend to jinx as well.

sevika paces around the living room, occasionally shooting worried glances over to jinx. she'd never admit out loud that she cared for the girl, sevika was stubborn like that—it had taken months of you two sleeping together and staying the night at each others' places for her to finally admit she felt something about you, but since then, you had slotted into each other's lives so naturally. you can see the same reluctance with jinx, but you know the woman has viewed jinx as more and more of a daughter over the years, whether she likes it or not.

"what happened?" you finally dare to ask as you wrap what's left of jinx's finger with careful hands. you can see bruises forming on sevika's torso and face, along with what looks like a bite mark on her hand that you don't ask about. you're just grateful her arm is in tact—sevika had been in a sour mood a few weeks ago when she had come home with half an arm following an attack from jinx's sister.

"siblings," sevika grunts in response, settling down on the couch and pulling jinx's head softly into her lap while you work. isha immediately clings to sevika's leg, not saying anything, but casting nervous glances over towards jinx. you wonder if the little girl speaks at all.

with jinx's finger now bandaged, you rise to your feet and lean over sevika, saying, "let me take a look at you."

she shies away from your touch as you reach for her cheek, "i'm fine, don't worry about me."

"you should know by now that telling me not to worry about you is like telling me not to breathe," you retort, running your fingers along the scars on her cheek. "what about the little one? she doing okay? she isn't talking."

"doesn't talk," sevika grunts, tugging the girl up and onto her lap. isha smiles, a light giggle falling from her lips. you've never been one for children, but something about seeing sevika—a paragon of strength and brutality, be so gentle with someone so little, really does it for you. "jinx knows how to communicate with her, but she's... well..."

"she'll be fine," you reassure her, finding the silent question in sevika's words. "i'll keep an eye on the bleeding overnight, you just rest. you all seem to need it."

sevika sighs, looking down at isha before rustling her hair. you watch with a gentle smile. she rises from the couch, letting jinx's head fall gently against the pillow as isha climbs up and clings to her shoulder with sevika's metal arm supporting her.

she leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "thank you."

"it's what you keep me around for," you muse, a hand clinging softly to her forearm.

"i keep you around because i love you," she reminds you, pressing a kiss to your lips as if to drive the point home.

"i love you, too. now go get some rest." you shoo the two of them off to the bedroom, resigning yourself to a night of looking after jinx.

after maybe half an hour, you decide to take a peek into the bedroom out of pure curiosity. lingering in the doorway, you see sevika splayed out on the bed as she so often does, isha tucked soundly into the crux of her arm. the sight warms you heart more than you thought possible. with jinx still snoring softly on the couch, you marvel at the small family that seems to have crafted itself around you.

knowing sevika sleeps like the dead, you take a moment to sneak a kiss to her forehead while she sleeps, running a gentle finger over her scars. you swear, in the dark of your shared bedroom, you see her smile.

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[misswynters]

you giving them an attitude?

suggestive

featuring. sevika x reader, ambessa x reader

requested by anon

sevika

“Still pouting?” Sevika’s deep voice broke the tense silence in the dim room, her tone laced with mockery. She leaned against the table, her metal arm resting heavily on the surface, while her flesh hand held a cigarette lazily between her fingers. Her dark eyes bore into you, amusement flickering within them as you pointedly avoided her gaze.

“I’m not pouting,” you snapped, but your lips betrayed you, jutting out just enough to prove her point. Your arms were crossed tight over your chest as you sat on the edge of the bed, refusing to look her way. “But maybe if you actually bothered to communicate instead of leaving me guessing, I wouldn’t be in this mood.”

Sevika chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, her smirk deepening as she exhaled a plume of smoke. “Oh, so this is my fault now? Didn’t know I had to send you a formal invitation every time I step out the door.”

Her nonchalance only stoked your frustration as you glared at her, your temper flaring hotter than before. “So annoying,” you hissed, shaking your head with your voice trembling in anger.

“Aw... you’re adorable when you’re worked up,” sevika countered, pushing off the table and walking toward you, her broad frame casting a shadow over you. She crouched down slightly, bringing her face level with yours. “Tell me, sweetheart, how long are you planning to keep up this little tantrum?”

Your cheeks flushed with anger and something else entirely as her closeness sent your pulse racing. “It’s not a tantrum,” you shot back, though your voice lacked the conviction you’d hoped for. “I just— I deserve more than half-assed explanations and excuses.”

Sevika tilted her head, her smirk softening, her gaze dipping briefly to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. “You want more?” she murmured, her voice dropping an octave, the weight of her words making your breath hitch.

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, your resolve wavering as her hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“Then stop running your mouth and show me,” she growled, her lips so close you could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her mechanical arm came to rest on the bed beside you, the cool metal brushing against your thigh, sending a shiver up your spine.

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words died on your lips as Sevika closed the remaining distance. Your hands instinctively reached for her, gripping the front of her shirt as if anchoring yourself to her. Her flesh hand cupped the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her dominance undeniable.

Ambessa

“You’re awfully bold for someone so small,” Ambessa rumbled, her voice dripping with authority as she stared down at you, her golden eyes glinting with both amusement and challenge. Her towering frame seemed to fill the room, the weight of her presence suffocating yet intoxicating.

“Hmph! You’re awfully arrogant for someone who can’t handle a little backtalk,” you shot back, your voice sharp despite the tremor in your chest. You crossed your arms over your chest, your silk sleeves brushing against the jeweled corset Ambessa had gifted you, the picture of defiance wrapped in hyper-femininity.

Ambessa let out a deep chuckle, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she took a deliberate step closer. “You’ve got a sharp tongue for someone so delicate,” she mused, her tone deceptively soft. “But I wonder… how far will that defiance get you before you beg for my mercy. Right?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you refused to back down, meeting her gaze with all the fire you could muster. “Maybe I don’t need your mercy,” you countered, though your voice wavered slightly as her hand reached out, brushing over the pearls adorning your neckline. “-I like pushing your buttons.”

Ambessa’s smile darkened, her fingers sliding up to grip your chin with a firm but gentle hold. “Oh, you do, little one?” she murmured, her voice a seductive growl that sent shivers down your spine. “Do you think your pretty face will save you if you crossed the line?”

“I think you like it when I cross the line,” you replied breathlessly, your lips parting slightly as her thumb traced your jawline.

Her golden eyes darkened, her grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. “Careful,” she warned, her voice a whisper against your lips. “Keep testing me, and I’ll show you exactly what happens when you push too far.”

Your bodies were close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. Your pulse raced as she leaned in, her lips ghosting over your ear. “And something tells me you’d like that far too much,” she added, her words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.

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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝... 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐞?

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Request: "Hi.. can you write sevika x reader who has a bad history when somebody scolds them or tells them something they did wrong in a mean way and reader starts just crying silently because it was what she endured most of her life from her familu and one day sevika gets a gets a lil mad at reader because they forgot how to do a simple task for the millionth time and when she sees tears she gets even more frustrated because what she went through wasnt even that bad but she ultimately remembers all the times reader told her about her experiences and how it affected her so she apologizes and comforts her with deep hugs and guilt... totally not self indulgent heheh.."

Word Count: 1.k Content/Warnings: sfw, hurt/comfort, soft!reader, gn!reader/no pronouns used,mentions of toxic/abusive family dynamics A/N: guys i’m so sorry ive been off the grid! i started a new job and i start school in august, and ive honestly been getting super discouraged lately bc i feel like if im not constantly churning out fics then you'll all forget about me LMAOO but this fic was honestly so fun to write, esp considering that i have a new job and have been making… many mistakes. i hope this is as self indulgent for you as it was for me, anon!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who is normally very cognizant of your past, and very understanding of the sensitivity you possess because of it

୨ৎ She's no stranger to constant criticism, always being told she's falling short, never feeling like enough

୨ৎ And though her own experiences have made her your opposite-hardened and guarded-she understands that trauma is a weird thing; that it does something different to everyone

୨ৎ Well… she understands that most of the time

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who has a much harder time being understanding of your sensitivity when she comes home from a 10-hour shift running on three cups of coffee, a cigarette, and righteous anger

୨ৎ And frankly, she's not sure how much patience she has left for the fact that you've decided your job is to be right on her heels as she cooks dinner

୨ৎ She already had to come up with something different- and consequently, less convenient- to cook because you'd forgotten to leave the chicken out to thaw

୨ৎ But she takes a deep breath anyway; clenches her jaw as tight as she can because it’s all she can do to keep from snapping, and reminds herself that you don't mean to bother her, that you're just excited she's home, that you-

୨ৎ Oh. That you're covered in spaghetti sauce now, because you weren't watching where you were going and knocked the jar off of the kitchen counter

୨ৎ Her eyes are immediately skimming the floor for shards of shattered glass, and she grips the counter, hard, her patience about to shatter right along with the ruined jar

୨ৎ “Don’t move.”

୨ৎ Her voice is gruff in a way she normally reserves for everyone but you, and you notice

୨ৎ Of course you do; it’s how you’ve survived

୨ৎ Constantly surveying your surroundings for any disgruntled muttering, disapproving glares, chastising comments; anything that could mean you aren’t wanted

୨ৎ And in an effort to prove to Sevika as quickly as you can that you are worth keeping around, you take a step forward, stumbling over your words as you frantically apologize

୨ৎ And you're this close to stumbling over a piece of glass, now, too

୨ৎ That’s when the next shatter happens

୨ৎ Because you already couldn’t leave the chicken out to thaw, and now you can’t stay still, and it isn’t just about not having dinner anymore

୨ৎ It’s about keeping you safe

୨ৎ And right next to eating, drinking, and breathing, Sevika needs to be able to keep you safe

୨ৎ But she's not like you; she isn’t soft and sweet, couldn’t wear her heart on her sleeve if she tried

୨ৎ And sometimes she forgets that safety isn’t just physical; that words can hurt just as bad as stepping on a shard of glass

୨ৎ So she snaps; quick, sharp, cold

୨ৎ “Y/n..." she jeers; not "baby," not "doll;" Y/n

୨ৎ And that stops you dead in your tracks, your eyes widening and your heart racing

୨ৎ But you can’t help the over-explaining, the over-apologizing, the insistence that you swear you didn’t mean to you and that-

୨ৎ “Get out of the kitchen.”

୨ৎ And your heart is next in line to break, because she looks exasperated, and you never want to be the reason she feels that way

୨ৎ Your eyes water as you try once more to apologize, and she hates that she’s so tired, so hungry, so over it, that it only makes her more annoyed

୨ৎ “Stop-”

୨ৎ She hears just how angry she sounds, cuts herself with a sharp inhale before continuing

୨ৎ “Just… stop. Please, go sit down.”

୨ৎ She expects that you’ll just sit at the counter, or at the dining room table; somewhere still close by enough to watch her like a hawk

୨ৎ But as she’s wadding up paper towels to scoop up spaghetti sauce, she hears the bedroom door click shut, soft as ever, and her stomach drops

୨ৎ You sent yourself to your room, like you’re a kid all over again, only trying to do your best, but always falling short

୨ৎ And suddenly, she doesn’t care how tired she is, or hungry she is, or that there’s tomato sauce and glass shards all over the floor, because she never wants to be the reason you feel that way

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who can't stand to see the sight of tears trailing down your soft cheeks, nose running and chin wobbling as you pathetically wipe away sauce from your legs in the bathroom

୨ৎ But kneels down on the floor next to you anyway, and lets you know that she's sorry, that you didn't do anything wrong, that her bad mood isn't your fault

୨ৎ And with a gentle hand kneading at the plush of your thigh, she cuts you off with an even gentler voice every time you try to do anything but accept the apology

୨ৎ “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have been so close to you while you were-”

୨ৎ “No, baby. I like when you're close to me. I want you close.”

୨ৎ “Okay… I promise I meant to leave the chicken out, but I got so busy running errands and-”

୨ৎ “It was a mistake, baby. You don’t need an excuse for making a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes.”

୨ৎ “I know… but really, I don’t even know why I'm so upset; I know you were only trying to look out for me and-”

୨ৎ “And I shouldn't have to talked to you like that. Full stop. End of story.”

୨ৎ And when you finally stop making excuses for her, a small, proud smile breaks out on her face, and she apologizes again

୨ৎ “I’m sorry, doll. It was a long day, and I’m wound tight, and none of that has anything to do with you, yeah?”

୨ৎ You nod bashfully, and she stands, holding out her hand for you to join her

୨ৎ And Sevika may not be used to soft and sweet, but she wraps her arms around you and kisses you like you're marked “fragile” anyway

୨ৎ Because your warmth is a gift, enduring enough to melt her on her iciest days, and she'll be damned if she fucks up the best thing that's ever happened to her over frozen chicken and spilled spaghetti sauce

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[zevrra]

jayce talis is the type of man to hold your hand constantly. he wants to make skin on skin contact whenever and however he can; especially during sex. did not matter the position, he constantly wanted to hold your hand. you never bring it up and just assume he wants to make sure you’re okay…or it could mean holding your hand keeps him grounded because you know you’re in for some trouble when he stops holding your hand.

when he holds your hand, he’s far more intimate. grips your hand tightly, intertwining your fingers together as he slowly rolls his hips. he places kisses against your collarbone, whispering sweet nothings as his cock vanishes inside of you. he’s soft, needy, wanting to make you feel so good your head spins.

“you’re always so perfect for me. so pretty, so beautiful. i love you, love you, so much.” he’d mutter, praising you as if you’re the goddess that hung every star in his sky. holding your hand as tight as he could, without hurting you of course, solely because he was afraid you’d disappear.

he asks you how you’re feeling, whines when you don’t look into his eyes to tell him that you’re feeling good. he begs for every kiss. fucks you slow and passionate until you’re breathlessly moaning his name.

until he’s no longer holding your hand. when he doesn’t hold your hand; he’s a man possessed. gripping your hips enough to bruise or securing a snug hand around the base of your throat, just enough pressure to make your toes curl. he’s leaving blossoms of hickies along every inch of skin that he can reach, marking you as his. his pace is brutal. he has no problem flattening you into the mattress while he slams his hips right up against you. he thrusts in deep and rough, stretching every inch of you that he can while he reminds you why you’re his.

“you’re perfect. fit me so fucking good. so tight.” jayce groans, gripping your hips a little more as his cock slides out of you. he chuckles deeply at the way you tighten and suck him right back inside. “mine. you’re fucking mine.”

and he doesn’t stop until he’s completely satisfied and you’re too overstimulated, twitching and soaked, to speak any other word except for his name.

[whoreforsexymen]

If The World Forgets, I Won't

A Vander x Reader Drabble

Banner by me <3

Pairing: Vander x Reader

Pronoun(s): Can be read as GN! No specifics used.

Rating: VERY MILD NSFW. Non-descriptive. First half is fairly SFW.

Summary: You feel forgotten on your birthday. So Vander makes up for it.

Word Count: 1,138

Tag(s): Birthday Surprise, Established Relationship, Reader Feels Forgotten About, Tender Love and Care, Birthday Banging 😉

Notes: It’s my actual birthday today and I am super fucking depressed. I have ACTUALLY kinda been forgotten about. So. What better way to soothe my own sadness than to write about Vander being a cozy, loving, boyfriend/husband/partner (idk?). I constantly yearn for domestic Vander fics.

It had been a quiet birthday. Too quiet. No letters. No surprises. Just time ticking by.

It settled over you like a quiet ache. The kind that hums beneath the surface. Like the world had gone on turning without you, forgetting that today was meant to be yours.

Until you heard footsteps. Slow, heavy, familiar ones.

Vander appears from the back room, face as stoic as ever, arms crossed over his chest, shielding something between them. He walks over without a word and sets something down in front of you.

A slice of cake. Homemade, clearly. Lopsided, a bit burnt on the edge, and carrying a single candle. Crooked and flickering.

He shrugs at your blended expression of surprise, amusement, and curiosity.

“Look, I never said I was a baker.”

You huff a laugh, eyes pricking with tears. He leans on the bar, watching you carefully.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

You don’t answer. You just stare at the candle, the little flame dancing like it’s waiting for you to wish on it. Meanwhile, inside, you’re fighting tooth and nail to keep the urge to cry at bay.

He notices and hooks around the bar. Before you can say anything, his arms are around you in that strong and steady way of his. A kind of embrace that makes it hard to remember why you were hurting in the first place.

“You’ve got this look,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Like you’ve been carryin’ the whole damn world by yourself today.”

You melt into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like smoke and something earthy. A blend of fragrances you’ve grown to love over the years.

“It’s not about the cake,” you mumble.

“I just… didn’t want to feel forgotten.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek.

“I don’t care if the whole world forgets.”

“I won’t.” His voice is low, honest.

You blink, and he leans in, slower than usual, like he’s giving you a moment to change your mind. But you don’t. You never would.

His lips brush yours, soft and sure. One kiss. Then another. One for every year you’ve lived.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours.

“Make a wish,” he whispers, nodding at the candle still burning.

“Then I’ll show you how we celebrate properly around here.”

(BENEATH THE CUT IS NSFW. VERY MILD, BUT STILL NSFW. Please feel free to click away if you want to just leave this as a sweet romantic Drabble.)

You blow out the candle. The flame vanishes like a whisper, leaving only the soft glow of the bar’s lowlights.

And Vander. Still holding you like you’re the most important thing he’s touched all day.

“You gonna tell me what you wished for?” he asks, voice husky, a little rougher now.

You let your fingers trail up the seam of his shirt, resting them over his heartbeat.

“Think I’ve already got it.” You hum.

That earns you a slow, crooked smile. The kind he saves for you, and only you, when the world isn’t watching.

“Yeah?”

He leans in, his nose brushing the curve of your jaw, his lips following after with soft, open-mouthed kisses. Ones slow enough to make you shiver.

“Then let me give you more.”

Vander takes your hand, skillfully and dutifully guiding you upstairs. The weight of the day peels off with every step, replaced by the quiet promise of here, now, me and you.

The room smells faintly of him. Like cedar and smoke. Worn linen. Something faintly spiced.

He doesn’t rush. He never does. He closes the door behind you like he’s closing out the world.

His hands cradle your face, and this time when he kisses you, it’s deeper. Fuller. A kiss that takes its time, like he’s trying to pour everything he can’t put into words straight into your mouth.

“You feel forgotten,” he murmurs, between kisses.

“But you’re the only thing I can’t stop remembering.”

Fingers trail down your sides. Calloused palms slide beneath your shirt, reverent as they map over your skin. His touches are slow—worshipful—as if each pass of his hand is rewriting all the lonely hours you spent waiting for someone to care.

“You’re not just wanted,” he breathes against your throat.

“You’re loved.”

He undresses you gently, like you’re something rare, and when you undress him, he lets you, watching you with the kind of gaze that makes your lungs catch and your body ache. There’s nothing rushed between you—just two people who know how badly they need this. How badly they need each other.

The mattress dips beneath your weight, and then he’s above you, braced on forearms, his body sheltering yours like he’s afraid the world might try to take you again. He kisses your collarbone, your shoulder, the inside of your wrist.

He takes his time.

Every movement, every breath, is purposeful.

Designed to remind you that you’re safe, cared for, and you are his.

And when he’s finally moving inside you, it’s not with urgency.

It’s slow.

Deep.

Like the two of you are trying to press the whole damn day out of existence.

The rhythm is tender, patient, punctuated by soft groans and whispered names. You thread your fingers through his hair. He cradles the back of your thigh. You both stay close, your foreheads touching, bodies flushed together, breaths and whispers mingling.

And when it builds—oh, gods, when it builds—he holds you through it, his name in your mouth, yours on his tongue, until everything melts into release. Release with quiet, trembling affection.

Later, when your heartbeat’s calmed and the room is wrapped in quiet, Vander pulls you close beneath the covers.

Your head is tucked beneath his chin, his arm heavy around your waist like he has no plans of letting go, and would never dream of it.

He draws slow circles on your back with his thumb, his voice low and a little hoarse when he speaks.

“Still think the day forgot about you?” he murmurs.

You smile faintly against his chest.

“Maybe a little.”

He lets out a soft, amused sound.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to spend all night remindin’ you how unforgettable you are.”

You look up at him, raising a brow.

“All night, huh?”

He grins, lazy and self-satisfied.

“Don’t tempt me if you don’t want it, sweetheart. I’m a man of my word.”

You laugh, breath warm against his skin, and he tilts your chin up for one last kiss.

It’s slow.

Sure.

Sweet.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers against your lips.

“Next year, I’ll start earlier.”

[transthatmasc]

Arcane besties if you like my drabbles/headcanons/opinions/whatever you wanna call them I now have them all tagged to look through! The “#get out of my sandwich arcane” tag has all of my original arcane posts under it. I have a solid mix of zaundads and jayvik along with some other gen and platonic stuff!