andikiramman

[andikiramman]

adding lilo & stitch to the list of live action remakes i rebuke…

[andikiramman]

let's play a game (a game of pretend)

mel x sevika

word count: 5.2k

A/N: *taps mic* uh is melvika nation still alive? chile i hope so... anyways it's so crazy that this has been on my mind since december 2024... absolutely insane behavior on my end tbh featuring: smut + fluff + angst, hurt/a little bit of comfort but not too much, 'right person, not enough time' trope

MEN, MINORS, & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Sevika’s never been in love. It was just never on her mind; between struggling with chronic gambling issues and alcoholism, to working under the former kingpin of Zaun, to now being a Counselor, trying to finally elevate Zaun to the status it deserved… it was just never the right time.

That being said, Sevika found herself wondering how she even got here in the first place.

Not here, as in Piltover.

Or here, as in on a seat on the Council.

But here, as in laying on a sofa more expensive than any item she’s ever seen in her life, as Counselor Mel Medarda rested comfortably on top of her body.

The gold that decorated Counselor Medarda’s hand (which lazily traced the blue scars on Sevika’s cheek) complemented her dark skin well. So well, that Sevika felt the need to capture Mel’s smaller hand in her larger one, bringing it to her lips for a kiss. She watched silently as a smile formed on the younger woman’s lips. A smile so soft yet full of emotion. A smile that made Sevika feel a rather indescribable sensation. All she knew is that it was a good sensation, so she continued, just so Mel could keep smiling at her. She pressed soft pecks to Mel’s knuckles before turning to her palm and descending to her wrist. Sevika ended her ministrations by guiding Mel’s hand to her cheek, closing her eyes and nuzzling against it.

What was it that they had? Sevika wasn’t completely sure. It was too soon to call it love; despite the fact that she’d heard of the counselor in the years she spent working under Silco, they’d only officially met after the war, when the Kiramman girl gave up her seat so that Sevika could sit in her place. It was Mel who showed her the ropes of this whole Council thing, explaining the implications of her role and etiquette and whatever else. It was during that time, that very short amount of time, that the two found themselves growing closer. If anyone knew of their little thing, nobody bothered to point it out. No, what they had wasn’t love, but Sevika couldn’t help but feel that maybe if they gave it some time…

She sighed as Mel softly rubbed her cheek. “Your hand is eerily soft,” she muttered.

Mel chuckled. “What’s so eerie about having soft hands? God forbid a woman moisturize.”

Sevika shook her head. “No, there’s a clear difference between someone who moisturizes and someone who doesn’t do any sort of manual labor.”

Mel scoffed, pinching Sevika’s cheek. “You dare tell a Noxian she doesn’t do manual labor?”

Sevika snorted out a laugh. “Oh really? And when’s the last time you even set foot in Noxus?”

“I–” Mel began to speak, but her lips suddenly pulled into a frown, her eyes downcast. Suddenly, and without another word, she dropped her head onto Sevika’s chest.

Confused, Sevika sat up, holding Mel close so that she didn’t fall. She took Mel’s chin in her metal hand, making the younger woman look up at her.

“Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to say?” Sevika questioned, an apology already prepped on the tip of her tongue.

Mel shook her head, now holding Sevika’s face in both hands. “No, it’s just– oh Sevika, I’m so sorry…”

Sevika furrowed her eyebrows, seriously concerned now. “Sorry for what? Mel, what’s going on?”

Mel bit her lip, opting to wrap her arms around Sevika’s neck and hold her close.

“I’m going back to Noxus… My ship leaves the morning after tomorrow.”

No, Sevika’s never been in love, even now. It was just never the right time.

There were many thoughts swimming through her mind, all possibilities of what she could say, or what she should say. ‘What do you mean, you’re going back?’ ‘When were you planning on telling me this?’ In the end, all she was able to settle on was a small “oh… okay.”

Mel pulled back, the hurt she was feeling evident on her face. “‘Oh, okay’? Is that all?”

Sevika scowled, confused at Mel’s tone. “What do you mean, ‘is that all’? What am I supposed to say?”

Mel scoffed, clearly upset now, lifting herself off of Sevika’s lap and walking away.

“Hey– Mel!” Sevika called out, getting up and going after her. “Come on, wait just a second.”

Sevika grabbed Mel’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. She turned the shorter woman around, holding her by her shoulders while Mel looked up at her with nothing but pain and sadness in her eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sevika questioned, wiping away the single tear that rolled down Mel’s cheek.

“I–,” Mel stammered, putting her head down and letting it rest again against Sevika’s chest. “I spent so long trying to figure out how to tell you that I forgot I had to actually tell you… but it seems to me like you don’t even care that I'm leaving.”

Sevika couldn’t quite place it, but there was a negative feeling at the accusation that she didn’t care. Oddly enough, she did care about Mel leaving. She did care about Mel. 

“So… what is it that you want me to say?” Sevika whispered, now using her metal hand to pet the back of Mel’s head.

“If I have to tell you what to say, then it’s best if you don’t say anything at all.”

Sevika stayed silent for a while. She didn’t like that Mel was upset, and at her, at that. She wasn’t sure why Mel’s feelings towards her mattered so much; they weren’t anything serious, that much was known between the two of them. So why did she find herself purposefully trying to pick her next words wisely to not hurt the other woman any further?

“If I told you I wanted you to stay, would you?”

Mel perked up at that, looking up at Sevika with wide eyes. “You want me to stay?”

“I asked you a question first.”

Mel huffed, then sighed. “No, I’m afraid not… I have to do this. I must make this trip.” 

“So if you’re going to leave regardless, why are you so adamant that I tell you how I feel about it?”

Mel hummed, bringing her arms up to wrap around Sevika’s torso. She held the taller woman close, and Sevika reciprocated the affection by running a hand through Mel’s hair.

“Because… I want to know if you’re just as upset about me leaving as I am about leaving you.”

Sevika could physically feel her heart skip a beat, and this was the first time it wasn’t a result of hard drugs or liquor. She hated this. Back in Zaun, she could sweet-talk her way into any woman’s panties (or lack thereof). Mel, on the other hand, had her throat closing up and her cheeks growing hot like she was a little kid speaking to her crush. Did she have a crush on Mel? With just a few carefully selected sentences, Mel left Sevika speechless at times, stuttering over her words like a fool. She hated this.

“You– I don’t– uh…”

“If only you were as good at vocalizing your feelings as you are at gambling,” Mel remarked, and Sevika could detect the mockery in her tone. Tired of this back and forth, Sevika exhaled deeply, deciding to lay everything out on the table.

“Honestly, I– I didn’t know you felt so strongly about… well, about me,” she stammered. “For the record, I’m not too sure what it is that’s going on between the two of us, but… I like it. I’ve never had something like this before. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t want you to go to Noxus. I’d have you stay here. With me. And we could… I don’t know, we could keep this going, I guess. But it’s not up to me, so that doesn’t really matter…”

Mel’s eyes grew big and glossy, her lips forming into a small ‘o’ as tears pricked in the corner of her eyes. Sevika thought she was going to have to comfort her again, but then Mel smiled and suddenly all Sevika could think about was how proud she was of herself for making Mel smile again. She bent down, capturing Mel’s lips in a gentle kiss. She pulled back just for a moment, only for Mel to lean forward and press their lips together again, and again, and again.

Sevika was smiling widely now; she couldn’t help it, Mel just had that effect on her. Must be her mage powers or something.

“Sevika?” Mel whispered, “I’d like for us to play a game of sorts.” 

Sevika raised an eyebrow. “A game…?”

Mel gave a curt nod. “Yes, a game of pretend.”

Sevika stood up straight now, clearly intrigued. “What exactly are we pretending?”

“Let’s pretend I’m not actually leaving,” Mel answered simply, which caused Sevika’s eyes to widen. “Until the morning after tomorrow, when my ship departs, let’s pretend I’m not going anywhere, and that we have all the time in the world to be together. I’ve already made the necessary preparations for my departure, and I have nowhere else to be until then. Let’s shut ourselves in here and act as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist until then.”

Sevika gulped. Pretend Mel wasn’t leaving? Act like they have all the time in the world together? Sevika didn’t know how she felt about such a suggestion, if she could even allow her heart to—

“Sevika, please say yes.”

“Yes.”

And so, their game of pretend began.

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“S—Sev, come on,” Mel whined, her hips bucking upward in search of more stimulation. “Stop teasing, pleasee…”

Sevika smirked, turning her head to kiss the underside of Mel’s thigh, which was currently thrown over her shoulder. She curled the two fingers that she currently had inside Mel, dragging them ever so slowly over that spot that had Mel’s eyes rolling backwards and her toes curling. If you asked Sevika, she’d say Mel was getting just enough, but she also knew Mel tended to be a greedy little brat, so of course she begged for more, more, more.

“What’s the rush?” Sevika muttered against Mel’s warm skin. “We got all the time in the world, remember?”

Sevika watched as Mel swallowed thickly, her eyes fluttering open. Mel looked down at Sevika, her eyes glossy, brows furrowed in frustration. She had the cutest pout on her lips and Sevika almost felt inclined to surge forward and kiss her.

“Sev, you’ve been going at it forever, let me cum, pleasee,” Mel sobbed, and Sevika couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Needy, needy girl,” she muttered, but finally relented, sucking Mel’s clit into her mouth while speeding up her fingers.

Mel’s back arched off the bed, one hand flying to tangle in Sevika’s hair while the other grasped at the bedsheets. Much to Sevika’s surprise, Mel was loud, clearly not caring if any of her servants heard what they were getting up to from the other side of her bedroom door. She yelled expletives, screamed words of pleasure, and moaned like a porn star. It turned Sevika on to no end, and she rewarded Mel’s enthusiasm by humming around her clit, sending vibrations through every fiber of her being.

Mel didn’t last long after that.

Sevika continued their sexual endeavor by proceeding to fuck Mel on every surface of her bedroom, including (but not limited to) the floor, the bathroom counter, and even outside on the balcony.

Eventually, they found their way back to the bed, where Sevika sat up against the headboard with Mel straddling her lap, lazily dotting soft kisses along the larger woman’s neck and collarbone.

“Let me reciprocate,” Mel whispered.

The hand that was massaging circles into Mel’s back stopped suddenly, which caused Mel to pull away, looking at Sevika directly. The older woman raised an eyebrow, an unimpressed expression on her face.

“That won’t be necessary,” Sevika answered curtly.

Mel tilted her head to the side, pouting in a way that Sevika knew she unfortunately wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Oh, but it is,” Mel retaliated, “because I’ve asked it of you. You wouldn’t deny me something I asked for, would you, Sev?”

Sevika sucked her teeth, turning her head to avert her gaze from that all-powerful puppy dog pout. It was silent between the two of them for a moment, until Sevika shot a side-eye at Mel and–

“Alright, fine, damn it…”

She patted Mel’s thigh, signalling for her to get off Sevika’s lap, which allowed Sevika to strip herself completely bare in front of Mel. By the time she turned back around, Mel was drooling, unabashedly thirsting over the hunk of a woman in front of her. This was the first time she’d ever seen Sevika completely naked, and Mel was determined to burn the picture into her mind for eternity. Sevika was jacked, her prominent muscles at the forefront of Mel’s attention. Her heavy breasts sat low on her chest, punctuated by dark nipples that were already hard. She carried a layer of fat on her, of course, which served to add curves that Sevika otherwise kept constantly hidden. She had a thick happy trail starting at her navel, which led to the impressive bush she carried between her legs. Mel wanted to put her face in it.

“Alright, that’s enough staring,” Sevika announced, interrupting Mel’s lustful train of thought.

“You’re beautiful,” Mel sighed as Sevika reclaimed her spot on the bed, allowing Mel to straddle her once more.

“Less talking, more fucking,” Sevika simply answered.

Mel rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her previous place on Sevika’s neck. “Would it kill you to say thanks and take a compliment for once?”

Sevika didn't reply, simply grunting as Mel sucked hickeys onto her skin. Mel’s hands roamed Sevika’s shoulders and arms in the meantime, mapping out the muscles of her upper body along with the scars that decorated them. She then zeroed in on Sevika’s chest, placing a trail of kisses downwards until she got to one of Sevika’s nipples. She took the dark bud into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it and sucking softly.

“There’s no way I appear that fragile,” Sevika muttered. “You’re gonna have to put in a bit more effort than that.”

Frowning, Mel gently bit down on Sevika’s nipple, causing the older woman to shudder.

“There we go,” Sevika moaned. “Don’t be afraid to get a little rough. You see me? I can clearly take it.”

With a newfound vigor, Mel continued exploring Sevika’s body, sucking, scratching, biting as she pleased and relishing in the quiet sounds Sevika allowed herself to let out.

By the time Mel was done, Sevika’s skin was practically completely marked, littered with bruises, bites, and angry red lines tracing the curves of her muscles. 

“Someone’s eager,” Sevika huffed, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath she took.

Mel bit her lip, finally sliding her hand down Sevika’s abs, past her bush, and in between her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt how absolutely soaked Sevika was, her fingers gliding through her folds with ease. A smile grew on her lips, and Sevika rolled her eyes, already knowing what she was about to say.

“Not as eager as you are, clearly.”

Mel’s fingertips found Sevika’s clit just as she was about to counter with a snide remark, causing the woman’s breath to hitch and her hips to jerk involuntarily. She decided to keep her mouth shut; this was losing battle, at the very least she should be allowed to fall with dignity. She let her head fall back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as Mel rubbed harsh circles onto her aching bud. Soon, however, the stimulation started growing excessive, and her soft sighs started becoming grunts of frustration as she bucked her hips forward in search for more. 

“Seems like you need something from me,” Mel hummed. “I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely…”

Sevika groaned. “There’s no way you’re suggesting I beg you right now.”

Mel shrugged. “Call it what you want, but you can’t expect that I give you anything without asking for it first.”

Sevika removed her hands from Mel’s waist to rub her own face, letting out an exasperated sigh along with a muffled, “you’re lucky it’s you…”

When her face was visible again, she looked at Mel with an intense gaze, muttering out a forced, “please… I need your fingers inside me, Mel.”

Instead of the shit-eating grin Sevika was expecting, Mel looked completely taken aback, shocked that Sevika would actually resort to pleading without much convincing. Even with Mel’s dark skin, she could swear she could see the younger woman’s cheeks reddening slightly.

“You’re cute when you beg,” Mel teased, two fingers slipping lower until they were sliding inside Sevika with ease.

Sevika grumbled, spreading her legs wider. “Mel, you’re gonna have to give me more than that if you’re trying to make me feel anything.”

Mel raised an eyebrow, removing her fingers from inside Sevika. “If this is your attempt at begging, I must say–”

“Mel, I’m serious,” Sevika interjected. “Your fingers are kinda small, y’know… besides, you know how much fucking I did down in Zaun? I fear I’m a bit ran through, though that hasn’t stopped anyone else from making me cum. Two of your little fingers ain’t gonna cut it.”

A smirk grew on her lips as she watched Mel process what she was just told, the jealousy becoming evident on her face. Mel was greedy, Sevika knew that much, which also meant she couldn’t bear the thought of someone else touching what was hers, and outperforming her, at that.

“Fine, if that’s what you want,” Mel spoke, reaching behind Sevika’s head to harshly grab a handful of her cropped hair. She surged forward, kissing Sevika harshly as she slipped three fingers into the larger woman.

Sevika groaned, her large hands tightening their grip on Mel’s waist. Mel began a rough pace, the squelching sounds of Sevika’s pussy filling the room. She curled them in a way that hit Sevika’s g-spot just right, which almost made up for the fact that she wasn’t being properly stretched out on Mel’s fingers. 

Almost.

Sevika tapped the back of Mel’s hand, and with total understanding, Mel pulled her fingers out completely, only to go back in with a fourth, finally filling Sevika up in the way that she liked. Sevika moaned into Mel’s mouth, gasping when she took Sevika’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. Sevika growled in response, opening her legs more to allow Mel to fuck her even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, princess,” Sevika rasped. “Yeah, that’s right, keep fucking me just like that.” 

Mel whimpered as Sevika grabbed her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. “Mmh~ wanna see you cum for me, Sev,” she whined against Sevika’s lips.

Sevika nodded. “Just keep going, baby. You– mmh, fuck… you’re fucking me so good, just keep going…”

Mel kissed Sevika like she was starving, and fucked her like her life depended on it. Sevika wasn’t going to lie, she half-expected Mel’s first time topping her to result in an hour-long instructive session, but she could feel the determination in every hitched breath, every stroke, every curl of her tongue. Mel was tenacious; she clearly wanted nothing more than to bring Sevika the same amount of pleasure that was given to her. Mel’s consideration for Sevika’s satisfaction drove her to ensure she did everything just right, and her efforts were enough to bring Sevika to and over the edge. She moaned loudly, louder than she’d ever allow herself to normally, eyes closing tightly and nails digging into Mel’s skin as her body trembled with release. Mel’s gentle caresses grounded her as she came down from her high, and she kept Mel close while the trembling subsided.

Mel pulled her fingers out of Sevika with a slick pop, and Sevika watched as she hummed and stuck the wet digits right into her mouth. Sevika made a face, but Mel noticed, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” the younger woman asked.

Sevika huffed. “How do I taste?” she jeered.

Mel tilted her head, examining her fingers rather intently. “Quite good, actually. Would you let me eat you out?”

At that, Sevika rolled her eyes, turning over to lay on her side causing Mel to fall over onto the bed with an “oof!”

“No,” she answered plainly, finally finding the strength to deny that god forsaken pout. “I think you forgot that you decided to get involved with an old woman. We’ve done enough. I tire easily.”

Sevika shut her eyes, ignoring the ruffling sounds in front of her, until the bed dipped and she felt hair in her face. She opened her eyes to find Mel directly in front of her, glowering as their noses just barely touched.

“What about tomorrow?” Mel whispered.

Sevika took Mel’s face in her hand, squeezing her cheeks until her lips puckered. She then pressed a soft peck to said lips.

“Ask me again tonight, and I’ll say no. Ask me tomorrow morning, and I just might say yes. The choice is yours.”

Mel smiled widely, jumping off the bed and rushing into the washroom, which left Sevika alone with her thoughts. She turned onto her stomach, her head facing the direction Mel just ran in.

One more day of playing pretend…

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Mel asked Sevika again the next morning.

“How do you feel about the idea of sitting on my face?”

“I literally just woke up…”

Sevika said yes regardless, and she had to admit: getting head first thing in the morning was definitely an experience. An experience great enough to set the tone for the rest of the morning, and Sevika almost felt bad for the servant that’d have to come later on to change the bedsheets. The couple ended their tryst with a hot bath, Mel pressed against Sevika’s front while the latter ran her hand through the former’s hair. This was the first time Sevika went without a bionic arm in front of Mel, and of course she was initially hesitant about the idea, not because she didn’t trust Mel, but because of the general sense of security having both arms provided. However, Mel’s soothing presence alone was enough to convince Sevika to bring her walls down, and now she was relaxing with her eyes closed and her head resting against the wall as she listened to Mel talk. 

Mel talked a lot.

Mel talked about anything and everything, so long as Sevika was willing to listen. On most occasions that required Mel to speak, she did so with every ounce of professionalism and tact; especially during council meetings or when addressing the public. Now though, Mel had no reason to filter herself, blurting out whatever came to mind simply because Sevika was there.

“…but honestly, I don’t mind the heat– are you even listening to me?”

Sevika peeked one eye open, being met with Mel’s signature pout and furrowed brows.

“Of course I am,” she grumbled.

“Okay, then what did I just say?”

Sevika huffed, opening the other eye just to roll them. “I asked you what you wanted for breakfast. You said ‘something hefty like eggs and a bagel’. Then you changed your mind and said you wanted something sweet. Then you felt the need to clarify that you didn’t want ‘something sweet’ like oatmeal, but ‘something sweet’ like pancakes or some sort of pastry. Then you told me that beignets are your favorite pastry, which are really good during the wintertime because they’re warm. But you don’t really like the winter because it makes your skin dry and you hate feeling cold. Autumn is your favorite season because the leaves changing color and falling from the trees is really pretty. You hate spring because your allergies get really bad. You think most people dislike summer because it gets really hot, but you don’t mind the heat. Did I miss anything?”

Mel stared at Sevika with big eyes, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to think about what to say next, but then she just smiled, a smile that Sevika thought to be big, dumb, and pretty, before snuggling up right on Sevika’s chest.

“You’re so hot when you listen to me,” Mel swooned.

Sevika chuckled. “I’m always listening to you.”

Mel stayed quiet for a moment, and Sevika could tell she was thinking about something.

“You’re right,” Mel finally said. “You’re always listening to me ramble, but you rarely ever talk about yourself. I’ve basically told you my entire life story at this point, but I know generally nothing about you from before you started working for Silco.”

Sevika sighed. “I like listening to you, okay? And every part of my life either falls into one of two categories: uninteresting or depressing.”

“I find anything you tell me interesting, and it’s not like my life was one big comedy show, either. You know that,” Mel chided. She reached up, hesitated for a moment, then caressed Sevika’s cheek. “I… really like you, Sevika. I feel something for you that I’ve never felt towards anyone else. That said, I want to know everything about you. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it. Even the uninteresting and the depressing.”

A blush crept up onto Sevika’s cheeks, and she turned her head away to avoid Mel’s gaze.

“If I talk about all that, we’ll turn into raisins in here…”

Mel snickered, deciding to end their bath there before they really did turn into raisins. Sevika helped her dry off and wrap her hair up in a towel, and soon the two of them found themselves cuddled up on the sofa donning expensive silk bathrobes.

“So?”

“So…?”

“So… tell me everything,” Mel pushed, tracing a finger along Sevika’s jaw. “From your first memory to your last, I want to hear it all.”

Sevika sighed. “Okay, then.”

Sevika really did tell Mel everything.

She told Mel how her mother passed away in childbirth, and her father raised her like he resented her for it.

She told Mel how she ran away from home and met the blisters & bedrock trio, the trouble the four of them got into, and how the three of them instilled within her the hope for a free Zaun.

She told Mel her point of view of what happened on the bridge; how everything started falling apart after that.

She told Mel about the night she lost her arm, how devastated she felt while watching the two men she admired and were like brothers to each other essentially fight to the death. 

She told Mel what it was like raising Jinx, and how she couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt believing she’d never see Vi again, especially since she was once so close to their mother.

She told Mel how every day felt like a battle, and she was slowly losing. She told Mel how tired she was of fighting all the time. She told Mel how sometimes she felt like giving up on everything, on life, but she was miraculously still alive despite it all.

It was eerily silent once Sevika finished speaking. She kept her gaze focused on the ceiling above her, not daring to make eye contact with Mel despite also wanting to see her face. Suddenly, she felt the soothing touch of Mel’s hand gently wipe the corner of her eye. She didn’t even know she was crying. Then, she felt Mel tip her head forward, forcing her to make eye contact. Sevika gulped when she finally looked at Mel, and let out a small gasp when she noticed Mel’s own tears, glistening as if imbued with gold.

“Thank you for sharing all of that with me,” Mel whispered before wrapping her arms around Sevika in a deep hug. “I feel like I… can appreciate you so much more now. And… I’m glad you’re still here.”

Sevika felt a huge lump in her throat. “Fuck,” she sniffled. The tears started falling faster, and she let them. Mel was a presence unlike anything Sevika experienced in the many years she’s been alive. For the first time, Sevika could truly feel everything that rumbled within her. She didn’t need to suck it up and pretend that she was bigger than any emotion for the sake of getting things done. She didn’t need to be on the defensive or put up any walls to save face. She could just be. 

Mel was a presence Sevika wished she could keep close to her for the rest of her life.

Was this love?

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The shoreline was particularly breezy this morning, and the red sails of the large Noxian ship fluttered mercilessly in the wind.

This was nothing compared to the turbulence going on within Sevika.

This didn’t feel real.

None of it felt real.

The Noxian guards that lined up before her on either side didn’t feel real.

The rhythmic beating of their metal spears against the wooden dock with each step Mel took didn’t feel real.

The red and black attire Mel donned to symbolize her rise in rank didn’t feel real.

Even as Mel stood right in front of her, eyes full of sorrow and longing, nothing going on around her felt real.

Sevika knew she was out of place. She should have been standing towards the back with the rest of the Councilors and civilians that came to witness Mel’s departure, but since when was she one to care about Piltovian etiquette?

Sevika swallowed thickly as Mel reached up to hold her face in both hands. She knew it would be the last time she felt these hands on her. She could tell there was so much Mel wanted to say, and there was so much Sevika wanted to say in return.

Without a word, Mel went up on her tiptoes to crash her lips into Sevika’s, and Sevika responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Mel’s waist and pulling her closer. The couple sobbed into each other’s lips, not caring that they were outside where essentially all of Piltover was watching them.

Sevika didn’t want this moment to end.

She didn’t want Mel to board that ship and leave.

She felt inclined to grab Mel and run away, to hide her in Zaun until people stopped looking for her, where they could be together for the rest of their lives.

Sevika didn’t act on that desire, though.

Instead, she kept her lips on Mel’s until Mel was the one that finally pulled away, though rather hesitantly.

“I guess… this is the end of our game,” Mel muttered, her voice cracking.

Sevika nodded once. “I… guess you’re right.”

Mel pressed one last kiss to the corner of Sevika’s mouth, before finally separating their bodies and boarding the ship. 

Sevika kept her eyes on Mel the entire time, even as the Noxian guards followed Mel onto the ship, leaving her alone on the dock. Even when the ship left the shore and the civilians returned to their homes, Sevika stayed, watching the ship sail off into the horizon.

No, Sevika’s never been in love.

It was just never the right time.

A/N: *bats eyelashes, blank stare* i definitely feel like this could have been better, but gurl if i left this in my google docs it was not gonna get looked at until august so it's whatever. there were some concepts i didn't include that i wish i did explore, like sevika cooking for mel or mel using her mage powers to alleviate sevika's chronic back and neck pain, but maybe those can be drabbles or sum, idk...

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[andikiramman]

let's play a game (a game of pretend)

mel x sevika

word count: 5.2k

A/N: *taps mic* uh is melvika nation still alive? chile i hope so... anyways it's so crazy that this has been on my mind since december 2024... absolutely insane behavior on my end tbh featuring: smut + fluff + angst, hurt/a little bit of comfort but not too much, 'right person, not enough time' trope

MEN, MINORS, & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Sevika’s never been in love. It was just never on her mind; between struggling with chronic gambling issues and alcoholism, to working under the former kingpin of Zaun, to now being a Counselor, trying to finally elevate Zaun to the status it deserved… it was just never the right time.

That being said, Sevika found herself wondering how she even got here in the first place.

Not here, as in Piltover.

Or here, as in on a seat on the Council.

But here, as in laying on a sofa more expensive than any item she’s ever seen in her life, as Counselor Mel Medarda rested comfortably on top of her body.

The gold that decorated Counselor Medarda’s hand (which lazily traced the blue scars on Sevika’s cheek) complemented her dark skin well. So well, that Sevika felt the need to capture Mel’s smaller hand in her larger one, bringing it to her lips for a kiss. She watched silently as a smile formed on the younger woman’s lips. A smile so soft yet full of emotion. A smile that made Sevika feel a rather indescribable sensation. All she knew is that it was a good sensation, so she continued, just so Mel could keep smiling at her. She pressed soft pecks to Mel’s knuckles before turning to her palm and descending to her wrist. Sevika ended her ministrations by guiding Mel’s hand to her cheek, closing her eyes and nuzzling against it.

What was it that they had? Sevika wasn’t completely sure. It was too soon to call it love; despite the fact that she’d heard of the counselor in the years she spent working under Silco, they’d only officially met after the war, when the Kiramman girl gave up her seat so that Sevika could sit in her place. It was Mel who showed her the ropes of this whole Council thing, explaining the implications of her role and etiquette and whatever else. It was during that time, that very short amount of time, that the two found themselves growing closer. If anyone knew of their little thing, nobody bothered to point it out. No, what they had wasn’t love, but Sevika couldn’t help but feel that maybe if they gave it some time…

She sighed as Mel softly rubbed her cheek. “Your hand is eerily soft,” she muttered.

Mel chuckled. “What’s so eerie about having soft hands? God forbid a woman moisturize.”

Sevika shook her head. “No, there’s a clear difference between someone who moisturizes and someone who doesn’t do any sort of manual labor.”

Mel scoffed, pinching Sevika’s cheek. “You dare tell a Noxian she doesn’t do manual labor?”

Sevika snorted out a laugh. “Oh really? And when’s the last time you even set foot in Noxus?”

“I–” Mel began to speak, but her lips suddenly pulled into a frown, her eyes downcast. Suddenly, and without another word, she dropped her head onto Sevika’s chest.

Confused, Sevika sat up, holding Mel close so that she didn’t fall. She took Mel’s chin in her metal hand, making the younger woman look up at her.

“Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to say?” Sevika questioned, an apology already prepped on the tip of her tongue.

Mel shook her head, now holding Sevika’s face in both hands. “No, it’s just– oh Sevika, I’m so sorry…”

Sevika furrowed her eyebrows, seriously concerned now. “Sorry for what? Mel, what’s going on?”

Mel bit her lip, opting to wrap her arms around Sevika’s neck and hold her close.

“I’m going back to Noxus… My ship leaves the morning after tomorrow.”

No, Sevika’s never been in love, even now. It was just never the right time.

There were many thoughts swimming through her mind, all possibilities of what she could say, or what she should say. ‘What do you mean, you’re going back?’ ‘When were you planning on telling me this?’ In the end, all she was able to settle on was a small “oh… okay.”

Mel pulled back, the hurt she was feeling evident on her face. “‘Oh, okay’? Is that all?”

Sevika scowled, confused at Mel’s tone. “What do you mean, ‘is that all’? What am I supposed to say?”

Mel scoffed, clearly upset now, lifting herself off of Sevika’s lap and walking away.

“Hey– Mel!” Sevika called out, getting up and going after her. “Come on, wait just a second.”

Sevika grabbed Mel’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. She turned the shorter woman around, holding her by her shoulders while Mel looked up at her with nothing but pain and sadness in her eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sevika questioned, wiping away the single tear that rolled down Mel’s cheek.

“I–,” Mel stammered, putting her head down and letting it rest again against Sevika’s chest. “I spent so long trying to figure out how to tell you that I forgot I had to actually tell you… but it seems to me like you don’t even care that I'm leaving.”

Sevika couldn’t quite place it, but there was a negative feeling at the accusation that she didn’t care. Oddly enough, she did care about Mel leaving. She did care about Mel. 

“So… what is it that you want me to say?” Sevika whispered, now using her metal hand to pet the back of Mel’s head.

“If I have to tell you what to say, then it’s best if you don’t say anything at all.”

Sevika stayed silent for a while. She didn’t like that Mel was upset, and at her, at that. She wasn’t sure why Mel’s feelings towards her mattered so much; they weren’t anything serious, that much was known between the two of them. So why did she find herself purposefully trying to pick her next words wisely to not hurt the other woman any further?

“If I told you I wanted you to stay, would you?”

Mel perked up at that, looking up at Sevika with wide eyes. “You want me to stay?”

“I asked you a question first.”

Mel huffed, then sighed. “No, I’m afraid not… I have to do this. I must make this trip.” 

“So if you’re going to leave regardless, why are you so adamant that I tell you how I feel about it?”

Mel hummed, bringing her arms up to wrap around Sevika’s torso. She held the taller woman close, and Sevika reciprocated the affection by running a hand through Mel’s hair.

“Because… I want to know if you’re just as upset about me leaving as I am about leaving you.”

Sevika could physically feel her heart skip a beat, and this was the first time it wasn’t a result of hard drugs or liquor. She hated this. Back in Zaun, she could sweet-talk her way into any woman’s panties (or lack thereof). Mel, on the other hand, had her throat closing up and her cheeks growing hot like she was a little kid speaking to her crush. Did she have a crush on Mel? With just a few carefully selected sentences, Mel left Sevika speechless at times, stuttering over her words like a fool. She hated this.

“You– I don’t– uh…”

“If only you were as good at vocalizing your feelings as you are at gambling,” Mel remarked, and Sevika could detect the mockery in her tone. Tired of this back and forth, Sevika exhaled deeply, deciding to lay everything out on the table.

“Honestly, I– I didn’t know you felt so strongly about… well, about me,” she stammered. “For the record, I’m not too sure what it is that’s going on between the two of us, but… I like it. I’ve never had something like this before. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t want you to go to Noxus. I’d have you stay here. With me. And we could… I don’t know, we could keep this going, I guess. But it’s not up to me, so that doesn’t really matter…”

Mel’s eyes grew big and glossy, her lips forming into a small ‘o’ as tears pricked in the corner of her eyes. Sevika thought she was going to have to comfort her again, but then Mel smiled and suddenly all Sevika could think about was how proud she was of herself for making Mel smile again. She bent down, capturing Mel’s lips in a gentle kiss. She pulled back just for a moment, only for Mel to lean forward and press their lips together again, and again, and again.

Sevika was smiling widely now; she couldn’t help it, Mel just had that effect on her. Must be her mage powers or something.

“Sevika?” Mel whispered, “I’d like for us to play a game of sorts.” 

Sevika raised an eyebrow. “A game…?”

Mel gave a curt nod. “Yes, a game of pretend.”

Sevika stood up straight now, clearly intrigued. “What exactly are we pretending?”

“Let’s pretend I’m not actually leaving,” Mel answered simply, which caused Sevika’s eyes to widen. “Until the morning after tomorrow, when my ship departs, let’s pretend I’m not going anywhere, and that we have all the time in the world to be together. I’ve already made the necessary preparations for my departure, and I have nowhere else to be until then. Let’s shut ourselves in here and act as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist until then.”

Sevika gulped. Pretend Mel wasn’t leaving? Act like they have all the time in the world together? Sevika didn’t know how she felt about such a suggestion, if she could even allow her heart to—

“Sevika, please say yes.”

“Yes.”

And so, their game of pretend began.

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“S—Sev, come on,” Mel whined, her hips bucking upward in search of more stimulation. “Stop teasing, pleasee…”

Sevika smirked, turning her head to kiss the underside of Mel’s thigh, which was currently thrown over her shoulder. She curled the two fingers that she currently had inside Mel, dragging them ever so slowly over that spot that had Mel’s eyes rolling backwards and her toes curling. If you asked Sevika, she’d say Mel was getting just enough, but she also knew Mel tended to be a greedy little brat, so of course she begged for more, more, more.

“What’s the rush?” Sevika muttered against Mel’s warm skin. “We got all the time in the world, remember?”

Sevika watched as Mel swallowed thickly, her eyes fluttering open. Mel looked down at Sevika, her eyes glossy, brows furrowed in frustration. She had the cutest pout on her lips and Sevika almost felt inclined to surge forward and kiss her.

“Sev, you’ve been going at it forever, let me cum, pleasee,” Mel sobbed, and Sevika couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Needy, needy girl,” she muttered, but finally relented, sucking Mel’s clit into her mouth while speeding up her fingers.

Mel’s back arched off the bed, one hand flying to tangle in Sevika’s hair while the other grasped at the bedsheets. Much to Sevika’s surprise, Mel was loud, clearly not caring if any of her servants heard what they were getting up to from the other side of her bedroom door. She yelled expletives, screamed words of pleasure, and moaned like a porn star. It turned Sevika on to no end, and she rewarded Mel’s enthusiasm by humming around her clit, sending vibrations through every fiber of her being.

Mel didn’t last long after that.

Sevika continued their sexual endeavor by proceeding to fuck Mel on every surface of her bedroom, including (but not limited to) the floor, the bathroom counter, and even outside on the balcony.

Eventually, they found their way back to the bed, where Sevika sat up against the headboard with Mel straddling her lap, lazily dotting soft kisses along the larger woman’s neck and collarbone.

“Let me reciprocate,” Mel whispered.

The hand that was massaging circles into Mel’s back stopped suddenly, which caused Mel to pull away, looking at Sevika directly. The older woman raised an eyebrow, an unimpressed expression on her face.

“That won’t be necessary,” Sevika answered curtly.

Mel tilted her head to the side, pouting in a way that Sevika knew she unfortunately wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Oh, but it is,” Mel retaliated, “because I’ve asked it of you. You wouldn’t deny me something I asked for, would you, Sev?”

Sevika sucked her teeth, turning her head to avert her gaze from that all-powerful puppy dog pout. It was silent between the two of them for a moment, until Sevika shot a side-eye at Mel and–

“Alright, fine, damn it…”

She patted Mel’s thigh, signalling for her to get off Sevika’s lap, which allowed Sevika to strip herself completely bare in front of Mel. By the time she turned back around, Mel was drooling, unabashedly thirsting over the hunk of a woman in front of her. This was the first time she’d ever seen Sevika completely naked, and Mel was determined to burn the picture into her mind for eternity. Sevika was jacked, her prominent muscles at the forefront of Mel’s attention. Her heavy breasts sat low on her chest, punctuated by dark nipples that were already hard. She carried a layer of fat on her, of course, which served to add curves that Sevika otherwise kept constantly hidden. She had a thick happy trail starting at her navel, which led to the impressive bush she carried between her legs. Mel wanted to put her face in it.

“Alright, that’s enough staring,” Sevika announced, interrupting Mel’s lustful train of thought.

“You’re beautiful,” Mel sighed as Sevika reclaimed her spot on the bed, allowing Mel to straddle her once more.

“Less talking, more fucking,” Sevika simply answered.

Mel rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her previous place on Sevika’s neck. “Would it kill you to say thanks and take a compliment for once?”

Sevika didn't reply, simply grunting as Mel sucked hickeys onto her skin. Mel’s hands roamed Sevika’s shoulders and arms in the meantime, mapping out the muscles of her upper body along with the scars that decorated them. She then zeroed in on Sevika’s chest, placing a trail of kisses downwards until she got to one of Sevika’s nipples. She took the dark bud into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it and sucking softly.

“There’s no way I appear that fragile,” Sevika muttered. “You’re gonna have to put in a bit more effort than that.”

Frowning, Mel gently bit down on Sevika’s nipple, causing the older woman to shudder.

“There we go,” Sevika moaned. “Don’t be afraid to get a little rough. You see me? I can clearly take it.”

With a newfound vigor, Mel continued exploring Sevika’s body, sucking, scratching, biting as she pleased and relishing in the quiet sounds Sevika allowed herself to let out.

By the time Mel was done, Sevika’s skin was practically completely marked, littered with bruises, bites, and angry red lines tracing the curves of her muscles. 

“Someone’s eager,” Sevika huffed, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath she took.

Mel bit her lip, finally sliding her hand down Sevika’s abs, past her bush, and in between her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt how absolutely soaked Sevika was, her fingers gliding through her folds with ease. A smile grew on her lips, and Sevika rolled her eyes, already knowing what she was about to say.

“Not as eager as you are, clearly.”

Mel’s fingertips found Sevika’s clit just as she was about to counter with a snide remark, causing the woman’s breath to hitch and her hips to jerk involuntarily. She decided to keep her mouth shut; this was losing battle, at the very least she should be allowed to fall with dignity. She let her head fall back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as Mel rubbed harsh circles onto her aching bud. Soon, however, the stimulation started growing excessive, and her soft sighs started becoming grunts of frustration as she bucked her hips forward in search for more. 

“Seems like you need something from me,” Mel hummed. “I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely…”

Sevika groaned. “There’s no way you’re suggesting I beg you right now.”

Mel shrugged. “Call it what you want, but you can’t expect that I give you anything without asking for it first.”

Sevika removed her hands from Mel’s waist to rub her own face, letting out an exasperated sigh along with a muffled, “you’re lucky it’s you…”

When her face was visible again, she looked at Mel with an intense gaze, muttering out a forced, “please… I need your fingers inside me, Mel.”

Instead of the shit-eating grin Sevika was expecting, Mel looked completely taken aback, shocked that Sevika would actually resort to pleading without much convincing. Even with Mel’s dark skin, she could swear she could see the younger woman’s cheeks reddening slightly.

“You’re cute when you beg,” Mel teased, two fingers slipping lower until they were sliding inside Sevika with ease.

Sevika grumbled, spreading her legs wider. “Mel, you’re gonna have to give me more than that if you’re trying to make me feel anything.”

Mel raised an eyebrow, removing her fingers from inside Sevika. “If this is your attempt at begging, I must say–”

“Mel, I’m serious,” Sevika interjected. “Your fingers are kinda small, y’know… besides, you know how much fucking I did down in Zaun? I fear I’m a bit ran through, though that hasn’t stopped anyone else from making me cum. Two of your little fingers ain’t gonna cut it.”

A smirk grew on her lips as she watched Mel process what she was just told, the jealousy becoming evident on her face. Mel was greedy, Sevika knew that much, which also meant she couldn’t bear the thought of someone else touching what was hers, and outperforming her, at that.

“Fine, if that’s what you want,” Mel spoke, reaching behind Sevika’s head to harshly grab a handful of her cropped hair. She surged forward, kissing Sevika harshly as she slipped three fingers into the larger woman.

Sevika groaned, her large hands tightening their grip on Mel’s waist. Mel began a rough pace, the squelching sounds of Sevika’s pussy filling the room. She curled them in a way that hit Sevika’s g-spot just right, which almost made up for the fact that she wasn’t being properly stretched out on Mel’s fingers. 

Almost.

Sevika tapped the back of Mel’s hand, and with total understanding, Mel pulled her fingers out completely, only to go back in with a fourth, finally filling Sevika up in the way that she liked. Sevika moaned into Mel’s mouth, gasping when she took Sevika’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. Sevika growled in response, opening her legs more to allow Mel to fuck her even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, princess,” Sevika rasped. “Yeah, that’s right, keep fucking me just like that.” 

Mel whimpered as Sevika grabbed her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. “Mmh~ wanna see you cum for me, Sev,” she whined against Sevika’s lips.

Sevika nodded. “Just keep going, baby. You– mmh, fuck… you’re fucking me so good, just keep going…”

Mel kissed Sevika like she was starving, and fucked her like her life depended on it. Sevika wasn’t going to lie, she half-expected Mel’s first time topping her to result in an hour-long instructive session, but she could feel the determination in every hitched breath, every stroke, every curl of her tongue. Mel was tenacious; she clearly wanted nothing more than to bring Sevika the same amount of pleasure that was given to her. Mel’s consideration for Sevika’s satisfaction drove her to ensure she did everything just right, and her efforts were enough to bring Sevika to and over the edge. She moaned loudly, louder than she’d ever allow herself to normally, eyes closing tightly and nails digging into Mel’s skin as her body trembled with release. Mel’s gentle caresses grounded her as she came down from her high, and she kept Mel close while the trembling subsided.

Mel pulled her fingers out of Sevika with a slick pop, and Sevika watched as she hummed and stuck the wet digits right into her mouth. Sevika made a face, but Mel noticed, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” the younger woman asked.

Sevika huffed. “How do I taste?” she jeered.

Mel tilted her head, examining her fingers rather intently. “Quite good, actually. Would you let me eat you out?”

At that, Sevika rolled her eyes, turning over to lay on her side causing Mel to fall over onto the bed with an “oof!”

“No,” she answered plainly, finally finding the strength to deny that god forsaken pout. “I think you forgot that you decided to get involved with an old woman. We’ve done enough. I tire easily.”

Sevika shut her eyes, ignoring the ruffling sounds in front of her, until the bed dipped and she felt hair in her face. She opened her eyes to find Mel directly in front of her, glowering as their noses just barely touched.

“What about tomorrow?” Mel whispered.

Sevika took Mel’s face in her hand, squeezing her cheeks until her lips puckered. She then pressed a soft peck to said lips.

“Ask me again tonight, and I’ll say no. Ask me tomorrow morning, and I just might say yes. The choice is yours.”

Mel smiled widely, jumping off the bed and rushing into the washroom, which left Sevika alone with her thoughts. She turned onto her stomach, her head facing the direction Mel just ran in.

One more day of playing pretend…

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Mel asked Sevika again the next morning.

“How do you feel about the idea of sitting on my face?”

“I literally just woke up…”

Sevika said yes regardless, and she had to admit: getting head first thing in the morning was definitely an experience. An experience great enough to set the tone for the rest of the morning, and Sevika almost felt bad for the servant that’d have to come later on to change the bedsheets. The couple ended their tryst with a hot bath, Mel pressed against Sevika’s front while the latter ran her hand through the former’s hair. This was the first time Sevika went without a bionic arm in front of Mel, and of course she was initially hesitant about the idea, not because she didn’t trust Mel, but because of the general sense of security having both arms provided. However, Mel’s soothing presence alone was enough to convince Sevika to bring her walls down, and now she was relaxing with her eyes closed and her head resting against the wall as she listened to Mel talk. 

Mel talked a lot.

Mel talked about anything and everything, so long as Sevika was willing to listen. On most occasions that required Mel to speak, she did so with every ounce of professionalism and tact; especially during council meetings or when addressing the public. Now though, Mel had no reason to filter herself, blurting out whatever came to mind simply because Sevika was there.

“…but honestly, I don’t mind the heat– are you even listening to me?”

Sevika peeked one eye open, being met with Mel’s signature pout and furrowed brows.

“Of course I am,” she grumbled.

“Okay, then what did I just say?”

Sevika huffed, opening the other eye just to roll them. “I asked you what you wanted for breakfast. You said ‘something hefty like eggs and a bagel’. Then you changed your mind and said you wanted something sweet. Then you felt the need to clarify that you didn’t want ‘something sweet’ like oatmeal, but ‘something sweet’ like pancakes or some sort of pastry. Then you told me that beignets are your favorite pastry, which are really good during the wintertime because they’re warm. But you don’t really like the winter because it makes your skin dry and you hate feeling cold. Autumn is your favorite season because the leaves changing color and falling from the trees is really pretty. You hate spring because your allergies get really bad. You think most people dislike summer because it gets really hot, but you don’t mind the heat. Did I miss anything?”

Mel stared at Sevika with big eyes, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to think about what to say next, but then she just smiled, a smile that Sevika thought to be big, dumb, and pretty, before snuggling up right on Sevika’s chest.

“You’re so hot when you listen to me,” Mel swooned.

Sevika chuckled. “I’m always listening to you.”

Mel stayed quiet for a moment, and Sevika could tell she was thinking about something.

“You’re right,” Mel finally said. “You’re always listening to me ramble, but you rarely ever talk about yourself. I’ve basically told you my entire life story at this point, but I know generally nothing about you from before you started working for Silco.”

Sevika sighed. “I like listening to you, okay? And every part of my life either falls into one of two categories: uninteresting or depressing.”

“I find anything you tell me interesting, and it’s not like my life was one big comedy show, either. You know that,” Mel chided. She reached up, hesitated for a moment, then caressed Sevika’s cheek. “I… really like you, Sevika. I feel something for you that I’ve never felt towards anyone else. That said, I want to know everything about you. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it. Even the uninteresting and the depressing.”

A blush crept up onto Sevika’s cheeks, and she turned her head away to avoid Mel’s gaze.

“If I talk about all that, we’ll turn into raisins in here…”

Mel snickered, deciding to end their bath there before they really did turn into raisins. Sevika helped her dry off and wrap her hair up in a towel, and soon the two of them found themselves cuddled up on the sofa donning expensive silk bathrobes.

“So?”

“So…?”

“So… tell me everything,” Mel pushed, tracing a finger along Sevika’s jaw. “From your first memory to your last, I want to hear it all.”

Sevika sighed. “Okay, then.”

Sevika really did tell Mel everything.

She told Mel how her mother passed away in childbirth, and her father raised her like he resented her for it.

She told Mel how she ran away from home and met the blisters & bedrock trio, the trouble the four of them got into, and how the three of them instilled within her the hope for a free Zaun.

She told Mel her point of view of what happened on the bridge; how everything started falling apart after that.

She told Mel about the night she lost her arm, how devastated she felt while watching the two men she admired and were like brothers to each other essentially fight to the death. 

She told Mel what it was like raising Jinx, and how she couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt believing she’d never see Vi again, especially since she was once so close to their mother.

She told Mel how every day felt like a battle, and she was slowly losing. She told Mel how tired she was of fighting all the time. She told Mel how sometimes she felt like giving up on everything, on life, but she was miraculously still alive despite it all.

It was eerily silent once Sevika finished speaking. She kept her gaze focused on the ceiling above her, not daring to make eye contact with Mel despite also wanting to see her face. Suddenly, she felt the soothing touch of Mel’s hand gently wipe the corner of her eye. She didn’t even know she was crying. Then, she felt Mel tip her head forward, forcing her to make eye contact. Sevika gulped when she finally looked at Mel, and let out a small gasp when she noticed Mel’s own tears, glistening as if imbued with gold.

“Thank you for sharing all of that with me,” Mel whispered before wrapping her arms around Sevika in a deep hug. “I feel like I… can appreciate you so much more now. And… I’m glad you’re still here.”

Sevika felt a huge lump in her throat. “Fuck,” she sniffled. The tears started falling faster, and she let them. Mel was a presence unlike anything Sevika experienced in the many years she’s been alive. For the first time, Sevika could truly feel everything that rumbled within her. She didn’t need to suck it up and pretend that she was bigger than any emotion for the sake of getting things done. She didn’t need to be on the defensive or put up any walls to save face. She could just be. 

Mel was a presence Sevika wished she could keep close to her for the rest of her life.

Was this love?

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The shoreline was particularly breezy this morning, and the red sails of the large Noxian ship fluttered mercilessly in the wind.

This was nothing compared to the turbulence going on within Sevika.

This didn’t feel real.

None of it felt real.

The Noxian guards that lined up before her on either side didn’t feel real.

The rhythmic beating of their metal spears against the wooden dock with each step Mel took didn’t feel real.

The red and black attire Mel donned to symbolize her rise in rank didn’t feel real.

Even as Mel stood right in front of her, eyes full of sorrow and longing, nothing going on around her felt real.

Sevika knew she was out of place. She should have been standing towards the back with the rest of the Councilors and civilians that came to witness Mel’s departure, but since when was she one to care about Piltovian etiquette?

Sevika swallowed thickly as Mel reached up to hold her face in both hands. She knew it would be the last time she felt these hands on her. She could tell there was so much Mel wanted to say, and there was so much Sevika wanted to say in return.

Without a word, Mel went up on her tiptoes to crash her lips into Sevika’s, and Sevika responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Mel’s waist and pulling her closer. The couple sobbed into each other’s lips, not caring that they were outside where essentially all of Piltover was watching them.

Sevika didn’t want this moment to end.

She didn’t want Mel to board that ship and leave.

She felt inclined to grab Mel and run away, to hide her in Zaun until people stopped looking for her, where they could be together for the rest of their lives.

Sevika didn’t act on that desire, though.

Instead, she kept her lips on Mel’s until Mel was the one that finally pulled away, though rather hesitantly.

“I guess… this is the end of our game,” Mel muttered, her voice cracking.

Sevika nodded once. “I… guess you’re right.”

Mel pressed one last kiss to the corner of Sevika’s mouth, before finally separating their bodies and boarding the ship. 

Sevika kept her eyes on Mel the entire time, even as the Noxian guards followed Mel onto the ship, leaving her alone on the dock. Even when the ship left the shore and the civilians returned to their homes, Sevika stayed, watching the ship sail off into the horizon.

No, Sevika’s never been in love.

It was just never the right time.

A/N: *bats eyelashes, blank stare* i definitely feel like this could have been better, but gurl if i left this in my google docs it was not gonna get looked at until august so it's whatever. there were some concepts i didn't include that i wish i did explore, like sevika cooking for mel or mel using her mage powers to alleviate sevika's chronic back and neck pain, but maybe those can be drabbles or sum, idk...

( @s-4pphics )

[andikiramman]

pov: college!AU where u fail your exam but ellie’s a fucking dickhead

random ass A/N: i need more writer moots.

[andikiramman]

omg i wrote this when i was starting nursing school and now im a month away from graduating 🥹

im so mad i forgot about this but i will most certainly write a pt 2 to this

take care

a little drabby-drab of nursing student!reader meeting paramedic student!abby for the first time

the first day of the semester always seemed to be the most hectic, and that didn’t change once you got accepted into your college’s nursing program. the halls of the health science building were filled to the brim as students made their way to and from classes, their respective conversations buzzing around you like a swarm of bees.

you held your gigantic fundamentals of nursing textbook to your chest with one hand (seriously, why did the book have to be so big?), the other clutching the strap if your backpack. you only had one class today, but it was a whopping three hours long, and your mind was already on information overload. luckily, you professor was gracious, and provided the class with a 20 minute break halfway into the lecture. you decided to use that break to take a much-needed breath of fresh air, and you took an almost exaggerated deep breath in once you opened the double doors leading outside. the air was crisp, and a bit chilly, which was perfect for clearing your mind and ridding it of any distractions.

“uh, excuse me?”

a tap on the shoulder and a smooth voice caught your attention, and you turned around, only to be met with, well… your first distraction.

holy shit.

you would’ve never imagined describing a woman as a complete hunk, but no other word could fit the description of the tall blonde standing before you. her broad shoulders and thick arms strained in the light blue shirt that symbolized students of the paramedics program, which was tightly tucked into black cargo pants that fit her muscular thighs a bit too well.

you tried to speak. you made a real effort too… but was her delicate grey-green eyes made you absolutely melt under her gaze. after what seemed like an eternity of just gawking at the woman, you finally found your voice.

“hi…”

hi?! really, that’s all you could think of saying?!

unexpectedly, the woman chuckled, a low and almost raspy sound that made your heart flutter in your chest.

“hi,” she replied, a bit teasingly. she held out her hand, revealing an AirPod case. “i believe this is yours. i noticed it fall out your backpack in the hallway.”

your eyebrows shot up, and you instantly grabbed your bag, only then noticing that one of the pockets were unzipped.

“oh! wow, uh… thanks,” you stammered, unable to even maintain eye contact as the blonde returned your belonging.

“no problem,” she responded, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you could hear the smile in her voice.

now what?

you stood there awkwardly, fingers mindlessly toying with the strap of your backpack as you rocked back and forth.

“i’m ab-”

“okay thanks again, bye now!” you suddenly interjected, and you sped away, arms and legs moving almost robotically as you desperately attempted to get out of her field of vision and to your car as quickly as possible.

you didn’t even realize what you did, at least, not until you sat in your car. you slapped both of your cheeks (macaulay culkin style) and yelled, letting out all of your frustration and sheer embarrassment from that interaction.

you leaned back in your seat, shutting your eyes and sighing as you finally calmed down.

what a great way to start off the new semester, you thought to yourself. i’m somehow already behind in my studies, and then i just had to make a fool of myself in front of this fine ass woman, who i might end up seeing almost every fucking day. please, don’t let this day get any worse…

a knock at your window.

the blonde paramedic student.

whoever my enemies are, it seems they have won…

you swallowed the lump in your throat before rolling down your window down all the way, to which the blonde responded by resting her folded arms (oh god, her arms) in the space. she was smiling, biting her bottom lip seemingly to not burst out into laughter, and you fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

“you seemed a bit too eager to get away from me there,” she hummed. “i didn’t even get a chance to tell you my name…”

“i-i wasn’t, i promise!” you exclaimed. “it’s just-”

“no, no, it’s all good,” the blonde assured with a laugh. “i’m abby, by the way.”

“abby…” you repeated, liking the way it felt on your tongue. you told her your name as well, to which she smiled.

“it’s nice to meet you,” abby said, “now i know who to call when i need someone to take care of me.”

your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up in a blush, and abby laughed at just how flustered she got you.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” she grinned. “but since i’m here, i might as well ask: i’ve been looking for a study buddy, and i know we’re in different majors, but we could still-”

“yes!” you answered a bit too loud for how close you were, and you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. “i-i mean, yeah, we can study together, if you like.”

abby bit her lip and smiled, clearly pleased with your response. “great, gimme your phone.”

you complied, unlocking your phone and handing it to her, allowing you to save her number onto it. she called herself, pulling her own phone out of her pocket and saving your number.

“cool, i’ll call you later so we can set things up, ‘kay?”

you nodded as abby handed you your phone back, and she tapped the edge of your car door.

“see you around, nurse,” she jested with a wink, sticking a hand in her pocket as she walked away.

you watched her go, letting out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding as you leaned back in your seat.

you weren’t sure what exactly you were getting yourself into, but whatever it was, you at hoped it’d work out.

i might make a part 2 to this, i might not (i will), but it might not be any time soon lol.

[andikiramman]

thinking about abby eating you out through your panties…

ugh she’d probably have you face down ass up so you can’t even look at her while she teases you. her tongue drawing excruciatingly slow circles over your clit, but you can’t even feel it the way you want to because of the cloth.

your panties are fucking soaked, and most of it isn’t even from abby’s saliva!

you’re whining n shit, pushing your ass back in search of more, until she gets super annoyed and just holds you down with her big ass hands.

all you had to do was pull your panties to the side just a little bit, but uh oh… abby’s got you handcuffed with the prettiest pink fur cuffs.

she knew you were impatient…

then she’d start pushing at your hole with the tip of her tongue, but she can’t even get inside and fill you up the way you want! you’d be begging, crying, sobbing for abby to please just take your panties off so you could cum. you’d promise that you’ll be her good girl and you were only hers only hers only hers…

maybe then she’d have mercy on you; she wouldn’t even need to take em off all the way. just pull em to the side with her thumb and fuck, the way she’d moan when she sees a string of your cum stretching out between your folds and the fabric…

after that, it’s fair game. abby is a certified munch, that’s not even a question. she’d be fucking your shit up like she just got done fasting the whole day.

after begging for her to eat you correctly for so long, don’t even think of asking her to stop now…

MEN, MINORS, & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

[andikiramman]

some snippets from my melvika fic that i'm forcing myself to finish by tomorrow night.

(featuring the holy trinity of fluff, smut, and angst)

taglist???

[andikiramman]

one thing i hate abt being a writer and not an artist is that i have so many OCs in my head but have no way of showing y’all what they look like or exploring them without writing a whole ass story about them🫠

i am also too broke to commission an artist to do it for me😔

[andikiramman]

power trip

alpha!vi x omega!reader

word count: 3.8k

A/N: okay this is my first time writing omegaverse so just bear with me y'all. being as this is omegaverse and vi is an alpha, she has a dick. just throwing it out there cuz there's always that one person that can't read a mfkn room. dpmo.

MEN, MINORS, AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Vi hated your job.

Not entirely, though. She liked how close your office building was to your neighborhood. She liked how you had the option to work from home. She especially liked how you were paid well enough for her to not even have to work at all, and you had the funds to spoil her frequently, buying her gifts and taking her out on spontaneous dates whenever you felt like it.

No, for the most part, Vi actually liked your job. What Vi hated, however, were the times you had to leave her to travel to whatever part of the world on a business trip, leaving her alone for days on end. Going with you was an option; you’d just have to pay for her ticket out of pocket… but the last (and only) time she accompanied you on a business trip, the two of you had fucked so hard in your hotel room that you couldn’t focus on the actual business portion of the trip. Ever since then, it was mutually decided that it was better if Vi stayed behind, even if that meant you wouldn’t see each other for days. Typically, the two of you would get by on nightly facetime calls.

However, this was no typical situation.

“Fuuck~” Vi groaned as she stuck her hand in her boxers for the umpteenth time tonight. She was hard. She was so hard it hurt and nothing she did helped to relieve the pressure pulsing through her dick. She started jerking herself off, desperately trying to prevent herself from losing her mind. “I hate you… I hate you so fucking much…”

It’s been four days since her rut started, and two days since your last facetime call. Two days since you warned her saying your phone was about to die and you forgot your charger at home. Two days since she was last able to see your face and hear your voice. Two days since you called her early in the morning to treat her to a lovely show of you playing with your pussy on camera just for her. Your calls were the only thing holding her together during her rut, but for the past two days, she’d been suffering on her own. At this point, being in her rut was painful, so much so that couldn’t focus on eating or sleeping. She couldn’t focus on anything, period. The only reason she cared enough to get up and clean herself was due to the mild relief a cold shower provided for her.

She grunted with each stroke of her rough palm, her breath escaping her in ragged puffs. “So… fucking… annoying,” she grumbled with you in mind. She wasn’t sure what the angry mumbling would do to help, but she was sure of one thing: she needed to get her hands on you immediately. 

||

It’s been three days since you last saw Vi’s face.

Your phone died soon after you last called her, and you hadn’t checked up on her ever since. There was a part of you that felt so guilty, leaving your alpha to fend for herself. You knew how bad her rut could get, even when you were there. You could only imagine what she could be going through on her own. She was probably so desperate for you right now…

You had to consciously stop yourself from letting your mind wander down that path. You were driving home, after all. Focus on the road now, then Vi later.

Vi.

Vi…

You put a little more pressure on the gas pedal, your Maserati speeding down the road. Did you come to a full stop at that stop sign? Maybe, who knew? You were home in no time, the humming of your engine coming to a halt as you parked your car in the garage and turned it off. Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation, and the heat between your legs was growing harder to ignore. You didn’t bother getting your suitcase from the backseat; there were more pressing matters to tend to.

The moment you opened the door that led into the laundry room, your nostrils were instantly filled with the scent of Vi’s pheromones. It had a systemic effect; a tremble radiated down your spine and your knees went weak, a small whimper escaping your lips. Shit, your entire body craved her. Vi’s scent was so potent that it was hard to pinpoint her to one distinct place, though you figured she was probably upstairs in your bedroom. As you carefully peeled off your Louboutin heels, you felt the bite mark at the crux of your neck start to ache. Vi’s pheromones were rapidly starting to affect you; it was well-known that an alpha’s rut had the ability to trigger their omega’s heat. You doubted that’s what you were feeling, but what you did know is that you needed Vi to fuck you, and you needed her to do it now. You entered the living room, taking slow and quiet steps as though trying not to awaken a beast. You knew it was pointless; she could smell your scent even from how far she was.

As though on command, you heard a door open from upstairs and Vi’s heavy steps approaching the top of the stairwell. Once she revealed herself you felt your throat run dry. There she was, completely bare save for some loose boxers hanging low on her hips and revealing the thick tuft of pink hair that trailed from her navel down past the waistband. Her breasts were on full display, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. She was practically drenched in sweat, resulting from a combination of her rising core body temperature and the physical exertion of trying to bring herself towards release. Her otherwise icy blue eyes were dark with lust and hunger… you could tell that even from where you stood below. You also noted lingering red lines on her abs, a likely self-inflicted scratch born out of extreme sexual frustration.

Your omega instincts were starting to completely take over, blurring your vision and urging you to drop to your knees and open your mouth wide, inviting your alpha to finally have her way with you after depriving her for so long… but you ignored your instincts. As Vi descended the stairs, her eyes boring into you, not a sound escaping her except for the low rumbling growl only a predator would emit once they’ve locked onto their prey, you ignored the instincts telling you to meet her in the middle and give yourself to her.

Instead, you made a full 180… and ran away.

You smiled widely, giggling as anger began to flood into the mix of Vi’s scent. If she was going to treat you like prey, then she better chase you like one. 

You heard her take off, growling as she ran after you. Vi was much faster than you, so you knew this little game of yours wasn’t going to last long, but you didn’t let that stop you from having a bit of fun. You led her all throughout the lower level of your large home before ducking into the kitchen and rounding the island. Vi instantly caught up with you, bracing herself on the other side and blocking your path.

“Omega~” she rumbled lowly, drool running down the sides of her mouth, a clear warning to end this nonsensical game of yours and act like a proper mate.

You couldn’t help but grin from the other side. You weren’t entirely sure if she knew this, but you were so turned on by this little cat and mouse thing you had going on. Vi looked like she was ready to eat you alive, and the moment she caught you, you were going to let her. You wanted to submit, you wanted her to hold you at her mercy… but you also wanted her to force you into it, to use her overwhelming strength and pent-up energy to break you down completely.

And the moment she caught you, you were going to let her.

For now, you’ll be the bratty little shit of an omega you were meant to be.

“Vi~” you whimpered teasingly, putting on a fake pout and bringing your hands up to fondle at your own breasts through your top. “Oh Vi, you’re so hot when you get like this… fuck, I wish you could see how wet I am for you right now…”

“Omega…” Vi warned once more, slowly approaching you from the right side. You moved towards the left in response, carefully watching her every move.

However, Vi caught you completely off guard when she jumped onto the table and down to your side. You screamed, barely dodging her grasp and making a break for it. You could hear Vi roaring out for you as you scurried up the stairs and into your bedroom. You only barely slammed the door shut before Vi caught up, slamming against the door. You attempted to hold it shut with your own body weight but of course, Vi was much stronger, knocking you down to the ground with the next heavy thrust of her shoulder into the door. You screamed once more, scrambling to get up, but Vi was on you in mere moments.

“Vi… baby… baby, hold on, let me get off the floor!” you cried out, but to no avail. Vi was long gone, leaving behind a mindless, insatiable animal in her wake.

Your mate held you down by wrists, one on each side of your head. A growl rumbled in her chest as she lowered herself onto you, and you could see that her fangs were fully extended. You whimpered and turned your head, revealing the bite Vi left the night she made you her mate. Seeing it now spurred that primal need to claim, compelling her to lunge forward and leave another bite right over it. You yelped, your legs coming up to wrap around Vi’s waist.

“Fuck! Alpha~” you whimpered.

Vi nuzzled the bite mark once she released her teeth from your neck, humming out a satisfied purr. The moment didn’t last too long, however, once Vi noticed just how covered you were. Aside from your heels, you didn’t remove any other article of clothing since you came back home, and Vi was not okay with that. She let go of your wrists, only to grab the front of your white blouse and completely tear it in two. That caused your eyes to widen, and you let out a sharp cry.

“VI! WHAT THE HELL??!! THAT WAS DIOR, NOOOOOO!!!”

You smacked Vi’s arms repeatedly, but she was unphased by your tantrum. When you caught her eyeing your high-waisted Givenchy slacks next, you took the opportunity to slip away from her.

“No! Okay, okay, I’ll take everything off, just please stop tearing up my clothes!”

Vi snarled once you stood up, but you ignored her, neatly removing all your designer items until you were completely nude. She wasted no time harshly grabbing your neck, pulling you in for a searing kiss. You responded in kind, opening your mouth and swirling your tongue with hers. You leaned your body into her, Vi’s heavy bulge pressing against your lower belly and making itself known. You moaned against her lips, one hand slithering between your bodies and gently palming her through her boxers. Vi pulled away from the kiss with a groan, that same look of hungry desperation from the stairwell present on her face now.

“How do you want me, alpha?” you questioned teasingly, your thumb drawing circles onto her tip.

Vi swallowed thickly, her grip on your neck tightening as she forced you lower.

“Knees,” she rasped out.

You did as told, dropping to your knees before your alpha while maintaining your heated gaze. The hand that once wrapped around your neck was now atop your head, stroking your hair gently. Her other hand slipped into her boxers, finally fishing out her cock, and fuck, you were about to lose your mind at the mere sight of it. Vi was thick, prominent veins running along the side of her dick. Her fat tip was more reddened than her shaft, precum already oozing out and leaking down the sides. You needed Vi inside you, in your throat and in your pussy (and maybe even your ass if it came down to it).

“Come on,” she muttered, grabbing a handful of your hair to force you closer. 

You opened wide and stuck your tongue out, allowing Vi to finally slip her cock into your mouth. She let out a long groan, her eyes squeezing shut and her head falling back as your mouth took her in, inch after inch. You gagged once she hit the back of your throat, and she shuddered at the spongy warmth enveloping her tip. Her hand tightened in your hair, preventing you from pulling away and kept pushing in until your face was buried in her pink bush. She hummed, your warm throat making her cock pulse. She rolled her hips once, twice, three times before pulling out completely, a string of saliva stretching out between your bottom lip and her tip.

You coughed, whimpering as her other hand now roughly grabbed your chin. Without another word, Vi entered your throat in one go, keeping your throat full of her and ignoring the way you gagged against her. Once she decided she couldn’t keep herself waiting any longer, she pulled back and began a smooth rhythm, completely controlling the pace as she fucked your face. You had no choice but to look up at her and take it; her grip on you was so strong and she wasn’t letting you go anywhere. She made you take her dick all the way; when you gagged, she moaned at the way your throat squeezed her bulbous head.

“Mmh~ shit, omega… this’s where you needa be… right here, taking my fuckin’ cock. Not halfway ‘round the world ‘n leaving me here to suffer all alone…”

You whined as Vi sped up her pace; you could feel the precum spilling in a constant flow, and you struggled to swallow it down instead of choking on it. You grabbed her thighs, tears streaming down your face as you wordlessly tried to get Vi to steady her pace. She paid you no mind, however; she was fucking your throat in short, deep thrusts, and you were practically suffocating in her bush. She was close, she was so close and your could feel it in the way she started to curl in on herself as she fucked your face, and in the way her nails dug into your scalp.

“Take–take all of it, omega… mmm, fuck~!”

Vi was coming seconds later, holding your head still as she spilled down your throat, and she spilled a lot. It was too much for you to swallow down in such quick succession, your gagging causing most of it to spill down your cheeks instead. When Vi finally let go, you pulled away instantly, coughing and taking in all the air you could. Your face was a mess: your hair was tangled, crescent-shaped marks of nails littered both of your cheeks and cum completely covered your chin. 

Now that Vi finally had her first orgasm in three (3) days, she was finally coherent enough to speak more than just a few words at a time. However, despite having just busted a nut into your mouth, Vi was not completely satisfied. Her alpha instincts to breed still needed to be fulfilled, and what better to do so than filling up your pussy just like she did your mouth?

“On the bed, omega,” Vi ordered.

You followed her command, crawling onto the bed and resting on your knees. You reached out to Vi, and your alpha responded by settling into your arms, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. This one was much more tender than the first, though it lost none of the prior intensity. Vi’s strong arms guided you back until you were lying  flat on the mattress, your legs on either side of hers. You purred as calloused hands found your waist, fingers gripping your soft flesh tightly.

“All mine,” Vi hummed as she kneaded your skin before loosening her grip, opting to grab the backs of your knees instead.

“You,” she continued while spreading your legs further apart, exposing the soaked mess between them.

“Your body,” she added as she pressed your thighs into your chest, exposing you completely.

“And especially this fucking pussy,” she punctuated. “All mine to claim, to breed… got that, omega? Gonna take everything I fuckin’ give you.”

You nodded desperately as a whine forced itself past your lips. Vi always got extremely possessive when her rut came around, and her overt expression of ownership over you only served to augment your own feelings of possessive desire. It was only now that you realized just how badly you needed your alpha. Vi pressed her hips forward, causing her length to make contact with your drooling cunt. You gasped sharply before crying out, your hands gripping Vi’s waist to keep her close. You didn’t care for teasing her anymore, or making this process any longer than it needed to be. Now, all you wanted was for Vi to dick you down.

“Viiiii~” you whined, “please… I’m sooo wet for you alpha, only you… please, jus’ fuck me…”

Vi smirked, a low growl rumbling in her chest. “Is that right? And here I was about to make you beg for my dick. Go ‘head and put it in, if you want it that bad.”

You wasted no time taking her up on that offer, taking her length in one hand and positioning the head so that it lined right up with your aching hole. The next time Vi rolled her hips, her fat tip caught against your entrance, and you thought just for a moment that she wasn’t going to fit, but then Vi gave another powerful thrust and suddenly she was stretching you out–

“Oh my f– Vi!” you wailed as your alpha made you take her in so fucking deep. Your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you were being split open on Vi’s dick. She was so fucking big and filled you up just right; you swore she was made for you, she was made just for you.

Vi stilled once she was completely sheathed, her breath coming out in shaky huffs. She didn’t want to pull out. She didn’t want to move at all. The blissful sensation of being fully inside her omega was comparable to no other, and if it weren’t for your hips bucking up in an attempt to get Vi to move along with her alpha instincts pressing at her to pound into you and knock you up… she would’ve stayed right there, cockwarming herself until her rut went away.

Alas, Vi pulled back about halfway and began fucking you with deep thrusts. Every time she bottomed out, her tip kissed your cervix and pulled a ragged breath out of you. She felt like she was losing her mind. After so long (a week), she was right where she needed to be: balls deep in her omega, pinning you down and breeding you as if that was all you were good for. Each thrust she gave sent an eclectic jolt down her spine telling her to take you, claim you, hurry up and breed you so that you’d never leave her sight again. It was embarrassing how close she was to cumming already. What kind of alpha only lasts a mere few minutes inside her omega? 

Even though her omega had the warmest, silkiest, wettest fucking pussy–

Vi let out a pitiful whine into the side of your neck. “Fuuuck, you drive me crazy… gonna breed this pussy so fucking full–”

Her words garnered a much-needed response, and you sobbed as Vi continued her relentless pace.

“Mmh, yess! Wanna make you a–fuck, wanna make you a daddy…”

“Shit,” Vi grumbled. “Fucking–say that again, omega.”

Vi’s pace quickened, the need to spill into you becoming more and more urgent with each sweet sound you produced. She changed her position; opting to let your legs rest on her shoulder and link behind her head while she held you in a mating press.

“O–Oh, daddy! I’m– fuck, daddy, I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m c–!”

Your whole body tensed and shook as your orgasm took over your entire being, your nails digging angry red trails into Vi’s upper back. Vi fared no better, the rapid yet rhythmic pulsing of your walls sent her right over the edge alongside you, sticky white ribbons of cum spilling into you with each pulse of her cock. You moaned softly as you felt you felt your alpha pouring into you, breeding you just as promised. 

Vi didn’t pull out once the jets of sperm finally tapered off, opting instead to remain right inside you.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” she whispered huskily into your ear.

You whimpered, your fingers tracing the muscles of Vi’s back as the two of you took a couple of minutes to catch your breaths.

You were the one to break the silence.

“Vi, baby… there’s something you should know…”

Vi lifted her head from your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You sound guilty already.”

You averted your gaze, your eyes suddenly taking an interest in your perfume collection across the room. “Well… I wasn’t completely honest about my phone dying. Well– no, I was, my phone actually did die during the trip, but… I had my spare charger with me the whole time.”

Vi stiffened at the confession. “What…?”

You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. “Yes, well, you see… I felt like if I didn’t, I’d spend each day thinking about you and your rut rather than my job! And, well…”

“And?!” Vi questioned, her patience growing thin.

“And… well, I sort of figured not being able to relieve yourself daily during your rut would have effect on the urgency–”

“So you purposefully left me hanging in the middle of my rut just so can come home and have me fuck the lights out of you because I was extremely desperate to get my balls emptied.”

You chuckled nervously, though Vi wasn’t smiling. 

“Okay, okay, in retrospect, that wasn’t the best idea, and I’m sorry,” you cooed, taking Vi’s face in your hands and rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs. “Though, on the flight back, I thought of a way to make it up to you…”

Vi visibly perked up at that, and you swore you could feel her dick stir to life inside of you.

“Really, now? Enlighten me,” Vi asked, failing to leave the anticipation out of her voice.

You smirked, your eyes full of lust. “Hm, I’m more of a ‘show, don’t tell’ type of girl…”

At that, Vi gently lifted herself off of you, her dick creating a squelching sound as she pulled out of you.

“Okay then, show me.”

A/N: somebody cooked here... (me) every bit of love this gets is greatly appreciated ( ˘ ³˘)♥

[andikiramman]

y’all seen that one vid of the stud that couldn’t lift her gf up onto the statue for her graduation pics so they had to ask a 🤢man🤢 to come do it, and he lifted her up so easily he basically threw her…?

yeah, sevika & vi would never, and i mean NEVER let that happen.

[andikiramman]

power trip

alpha!vi x omega!reader

word count: 3.8k

A/N: okay this is my first time writing omegaverse so just bear with me y'all. being as this is omegaverse and vi is an alpha, she has a dick. just throwing it out there cuz there's always that one person that can't read a mfkn room. dpmo.

MEN, MINORS, AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Vi hated your job.

Not entirely, though. She liked how close your office building was to your neighborhood. She liked how you had the option to work from home. She especially liked how you were paid well enough for her to not even have to work at all, and you had the funds to spoil her frequently, buying her gifts and taking her out on spontaneous dates whenever you felt like it.

No, for the most part, Vi actually liked your job. What Vi hated, however, were the times you had to leave her to travel to whatever part of the world on a business trip, leaving her alone for days on end. Going with you was an option; you’d just have to pay for her ticket out of pocket… but the last (and only) time she accompanied you on a business trip, the two of you had fucked so hard in your hotel room that you couldn’t focus on the actual business portion of the trip. Ever since then, it was mutually decided that it was better if Vi stayed behind, even if that meant you wouldn’t see each other for days. Typically, the two of you would get by on nightly facetime calls.

However, this was no typical situation.

“Fuuck~” Vi groaned as she stuck her hand in her boxers for the umpteenth time tonight. She was hard. She was so hard it hurt and nothing she did helped to relieve the pressure pulsing through her dick. She started jerking herself off, desperately trying to prevent herself from losing her mind. “I hate you… I hate you so fucking much…”

It’s been four days since her rut started, and two days since your last facetime call. Two days since you warned her saying your phone was about to die and you forgot your charger at home. Two days since she was last able to see your face and hear your voice. Two days since you called her early in the morning to treat her to a lovely show of you playing with your pussy on camera just for her. Your calls were the only thing holding her together during her rut, but for the past two days, she’d been suffering on her own. At this point, being in her rut was painful, so much so that couldn’t focus on eating or sleeping. She couldn’t focus on anything, period. The only reason she cared enough to get up and clean herself was due to the mild relief a cold shower provided for her.

She grunted with each stroke of her rough palm, her breath escaping her in ragged puffs. “So… fucking… annoying,” she grumbled with you in mind. She wasn’t sure what the angry mumbling would do to help, but she was sure of one thing: she needed to get her hands on you immediately. 

||

It’s been three days since you last saw Vi’s face.

Your phone died soon after you last called her, and you hadn’t checked up on her ever since. There was a part of you that felt so guilty, leaving your alpha to fend for herself. You knew how bad her rut could get, even when you were there. You could only imagine what she could be going through on her own. She was probably so desperate for you right now…

You had to consciously stop yourself from letting your mind wander down that path. You were driving home, after all. Focus on the road now, then Vi later.

Vi.

Vi…

You put a little more pressure on the gas pedal, your Maserati speeding down the road. Did you come to a full stop at that stop sign? Maybe, who knew? You were home in no time, the humming of your engine coming to a halt as you parked your car in the garage and turned it off. Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation, and the heat between your legs was growing harder to ignore. You didn’t bother getting your suitcase from the backseat; there were more pressing matters to tend to.

The moment you opened the door that led into the laundry room, your nostrils were instantly filled with the scent of Vi’s pheromones. It had a systemic effect; a tremble radiated down your spine and your knees went weak, a small whimper escaping your lips. Shit, your entire body craved her. Vi’s scent was so potent that it was hard to pinpoint her to one distinct place, though you figured she was probably upstairs in your bedroom. As you carefully peeled off your Louboutin heels, you felt the bite mark at the crux of your neck start to ache. Vi’s pheromones were rapidly starting to affect you; it was well-known that an alpha’s rut had the ability to trigger their omega’s heat. You doubted that’s what you were feeling, but what you did know is that you needed Vi to fuck you, and you needed her to do it now. You entered the living room, taking slow and quiet steps as though trying not to awaken a beast. You knew it was pointless; she could smell your scent even from how far she was.

As though on command, you heard a door open from upstairs and Vi’s heavy steps approaching the top of the stairwell. Once she revealed herself you felt your throat run dry. There she was, completely bare save for some loose boxers hanging low on her hips and revealing the thick tuft of pink hair that trailed from her navel down past the waistband. Her breasts were on full display, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. She was practically drenched in sweat, resulting from a combination of her rising core body temperature and the physical exertion of trying to bring herself towards release. Her otherwise icy blue eyes were dark with lust and hunger… you could tell that even from where you stood below. You also noted lingering red lines on her abs, a likely self-inflicted scratch born out of extreme sexual frustration.

Your omega instincts were starting to completely take over, blurring your vision and urging you to drop to your knees and open your mouth wide, inviting your alpha to finally have her way with you after depriving her for so long… but you ignored your instincts. As Vi descended the stairs, her eyes boring into you, not a sound escaping her except for the low rumbling growl only a predator would emit once they’ve locked onto their prey, you ignored the instincts telling you to meet her in the middle and give yourself to her.

Instead, you made a full 180… and ran away.

You smiled widely, giggling as anger began to flood into the mix of Vi’s scent. If she was going to treat you like prey, then she better chase you like one. 

You heard her take off, growling as she ran after you. Vi was much faster than you, so you knew this little game of yours wasn’t going to last long, but you didn’t let that stop you from having a bit of fun. You led her all throughout the lower level of your large home before ducking into the kitchen and rounding the island. Vi instantly caught up with you, bracing herself on the other side and blocking your path.

“Omega~” she rumbled lowly, drool running down the sides of her mouth, a clear warning to end this nonsensical game of yours and act like a proper mate.

You couldn’t help but grin from the other side. You weren’t entirely sure if she knew this, but you were so turned on by this little cat and mouse thing you had going on. Vi looked like she was ready to eat you alive, and the moment she caught you, you were going to let her. You wanted to submit, you wanted her to hold you at her mercy… but you also wanted her to force you into it, to use her overwhelming strength and pent-up energy to break you down completely.

And the moment she caught you, you were going to let her.

For now, you’ll be the bratty little shit of an omega you were meant to be.

“Vi~” you whimpered teasingly, putting on a fake pout and bringing your hands up to fondle at your own breasts through your top. “Oh Vi, you’re so hot when you get like this… fuck, I wish you could see how wet I am for you right now…”

“Omega…” Vi warned once more, slowly approaching you from the right side. You moved towards the left in response, carefully watching her every move.

However, Vi caught you completely off guard when she jumped onto the table and down to your side. You screamed, barely dodging her grasp and making a break for it. You could hear Vi roaring out for you as you scurried up the stairs and into your bedroom. You only barely slammed the door shut before Vi caught up, slamming against the door. You attempted to hold it shut with your own body weight but of course, Vi was much stronger, knocking you down to the ground with the next heavy thrust of her shoulder into the door. You screamed once more, scrambling to get up, but Vi was on you in mere moments.

“Vi… baby… baby, hold on, let me get off the floor!” you cried out, but to no avail. Vi was long gone, leaving behind a mindless, insatiable animal in her wake.

Your mate held you down by wrists, one on each side of your head. A growl rumbled in her chest as she lowered herself onto you, and you could see that her fangs were fully extended. You whimpered and turned your head, revealing the bite Vi left the night she made you her mate. Seeing it now spurred that primal need to claim, compelling her to lunge forward and leave another bite right over it. You yelped, your legs coming up to wrap around Vi’s waist.

“Fuck! Alpha~” you whimpered.

Vi nuzzled the bite mark once she released her teeth from your neck, humming out a satisfied purr. The moment didn’t last too long, however, once Vi noticed just how covered you were. Aside from your heels, you didn’t remove any other article of clothing since you came back home, and Vi was not okay with that. She let go of your wrists, only to grab the front of your white blouse and completely tear it in two. That caused your eyes to widen, and you let out a sharp cry.

“VI! WHAT THE HELL??!! THAT WAS DIOR, NOOOOOO!!!”

You smacked Vi’s arms repeatedly, but she was unphased by your tantrum. When you caught her eyeing your high-waisted Givenchy slacks next, you took the opportunity to slip away from her.

“No! Okay, okay, I’ll take everything off, just please stop tearing up my clothes!”

Vi snarled once you stood up, but you ignored her, neatly removing all your designer items until you were completely nude. She wasted no time harshly grabbing your neck, pulling you in for a searing kiss. You responded in kind, opening your mouth and swirling your tongue with hers. You leaned your body into her, Vi’s heavy bulge pressing against your lower belly and making itself known. You moaned against her lips, one hand slithering between your bodies and gently palming her through her boxers. Vi pulled away from the kiss with a groan, that same look of hungry desperation from the stairwell present on her face now.

“How do you want me, alpha?” you questioned teasingly, your thumb drawing circles onto her tip.

Vi swallowed thickly, her grip on your neck tightening as she forced you lower.

“Knees,” she rasped out.

You did as told, dropping to your knees before your alpha while maintaining your heated gaze. The hand that once wrapped around your neck was now atop your head, stroking your hair gently. Her other hand slipped into her boxers, finally fishing out her cock, and fuck, you were about to lose your mind at the mere sight of it. Vi was thick, prominent veins running along the side of her dick. Her fat tip was more reddened than her shaft, precum already oozing out and leaking down the sides. You needed Vi inside you, in your throat and in your pussy (and maybe even your ass if it came down to it).

“Come on,” she muttered, grabbing a handful of your hair to force you closer. 

You opened wide and stuck your tongue out, allowing Vi to finally slip her cock into your mouth. She let out a long groan, her eyes squeezing shut and her head falling back as your mouth took her in, inch after inch. You gagged once she hit the back of your throat, and she shuddered at the spongy warmth enveloping her tip. Her hand tightened in your hair, preventing you from pulling away and kept pushing in until your face was buried in her pink bush. She hummed, your warm throat making her cock pulse. She rolled her hips once, twice, three times before pulling out completely, a string of saliva stretching out between your bottom lip and her tip.

You coughed, whimpering as her other hand now roughly grabbed your chin. Without another word, Vi entered your throat in one go, keeping your throat full of her and ignoring the way you gagged against her. Once she decided she couldn’t keep herself waiting any longer, she pulled back and began a smooth rhythm, completely controlling the pace as she fucked your face. You had no choice but to look up at her and take it; her grip on you was so strong and she wasn’t letting you go anywhere. She made you take her dick all the way; when you gagged, she moaned at the way your throat squeezed her bulbous head.

“Mmh~ shit, omega… this’s where you needa be… right here, taking my fuckin’ cock. Not halfway ‘round the world ‘n leaving me here to suffer all alone…”

You whined as Vi sped up her pace; you could feel the precum spilling in a constant flow, and you struggled to swallow it down instead of choking on it. You grabbed her thighs, tears streaming down your face as you wordlessly tried to get Vi to steady her pace. She paid you no mind, however; she was fucking your throat in short, deep thrusts, and you were practically suffocating in her bush. She was close, she was so close and your could feel it in the way she started to curl in on herself as she fucked your face, and in the way her nails dug into your scalp.

“Take–take all of it, omega… mmm, fuck~!”

Vi was coming seconds later, holding your head still as she spilled down your throat, and she spilled a lot. It was too much for you to swallow down in such quick succession, your gagging causing most of it to spill down your cheeks instead. When Vi finally let go, you pulled away instantly, coughing and taking in all the air you could. Your face was a mess: your hair was tangled, crescent-shaped marks of nails littered both of your cheeks and cum completely covered your chin. 

Now that Vi finally had her first orgasm in three (3) days, she was finally coherent enough to speak more than just a few words at a time. However, despite having just busted a nut into your mouth, Vi was not completely satisfied. Her alpha instincts to breed still needed to be fulfilled, and what better to do so than filling up your pussy just like she did your mouth?

“On the bed, omega,” Vi ordered.

You followed her command, crawling onto the bed and resting on your knees. You reached out to Vi, and your alpha responded by settling into your arms, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. This one was much more tender than the first, though it lost none of the prior intensity. Vi’s strong arms guided you back until you were lying  flat on the mattress, your legs on either side of hers. You purred as calloused hands found your waist, fingers gripping your soft flesh tightly.

“All mine,” Vi hummed as she kneaded your skin before loosening her grip, opting to grab the backs of your knees instead.

“You,” she continued while spreading your legs further apart, exposing the soaked mess between them.

“Your body,” she added as she pressed your thighs into your chest, exposing you completely.

“And especially this fucking pussy,” she punctuated. “All mine to claim, to breed… got that, omega? Gonna take everything I fuckin’ give you.”

You nodded desperately as a whine forced itself past your lips. Vi always got extremely possessive when her rut came around, and her overt expression of ownership over you only served to augment your own feelings of possessive desire. It was only now that you realized just how badly you needed your alpha. Vi pressed her hips forward, causing her length to make contact with your drooling cunt. You gasped sharply before crying out, your hands gripping Vi’s waist to keep her close. You didn’t care for teasing her anymore, or making this process any longer than it needed to be. Now, all you wanted was for Vi to dick you down.

“Viiiii~” you whined, “please… I’m sooo wet for you alpha, only you… please, jus’ fuck me…”

Vi smirked, a low growl rumbling in her chest. “Is that right? And here I was about to make you beg for my dick. Go ‘head and put it in, if you want it that bad.”

You wasted no time taking her up on that offer, taking her length in one hand and positioning the head so that it lined right up with your aching hole. The next time Vi rolled her hips, her fat tip caught against your entrance, and you thought just for a moment that she wasn’t going to fit, but then Vi gave another powerful thrust and suddenly she was stretching you out–

“Oh my f– Vi!” you wailed as your alpha made you take her in so fucking deep. Your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you were being split open on Vi’s dick. She was so fucking big and filled you up just right; you swore she was made for you, she was made just for you.

Vi stilled once she was completely sheathed, her breath coming out in shaky huffs. She didn’t want to pull out. She didn’t want to move at all. The blissful sensation of being fully inside her omega was comparable to no other, and if it weren’t for your hips bucking up in an attempt to get Vi to move along with her alpha instincts pressing at her to pound into you and knock you up… she would’ve stayed right there, cockwarming herself until her rut went away.

Alas, Vi pulled back about halfway and began fucking you with deep thrusts. Every time she bottomed out, her tip kissed your cervix and pulled a ragged breath out of you. She felt like she was losing her mind. After so long (a week), she was right where she needed to be: balls deep in her omega, pinning you down and breeding you as if that was all you were good for. Each thrust she gave sent an eclectic jolt down her spine telling her to take you, claim you, hurry up and breed you so that you’d never leave her sight again. It was embarrassing how close she was to cumming already. What kind of alpha only lasts a mere few minutes inside her omega? 

Even though her omega had the warmest, silkiest, wettest fucking pussy–

Vi let out a pitiful whine into the side of your neck. “Fuuuck, you drive me crazy… gonna breed this pussy so fucking full–”

Her words garnered a much-needed response, and you sobbed as Vi continued her relentless pace.

“Mmh, yess! Wanna make you a–fuck, wanna make you a daddy…”

“Shit,” Vi grumbled. “Fucking–say that again, omega.”

Vi’s pace quickened, the need to spill into you becoming more and more urgent with each sweet sound you produced. She changed her position; opting to let your legs rest on her shoulder and link behind her head while she held you in a mating press.

“O–Oh, daddy! I’m– fuck, daddy, I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m c–!”

Your whole body tensed and shook as your orgasm took over your entire being, your nails digging angry red trails into Vi’s upper back. Vi fared no better, the rapid yet rhythmic pulsing of your walls sent her right over the edge alongside you, sticky white ribbons of cum spilling into you with each pulse of her cock. You moaned softly as you felt you felt your alpha pouring into you, breeding you just as promised. 

Vi didn’t pull out once the jets of sperm finally tapered off, opting instead to remain right inside you.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” she whispered huskily into your ear.

You whimpered, your fingers tracing the muscles of Vi’s back as the two of you took a couple of minutes to catch your breaths.

You were the one to break the silence.

“Vi, baby… there’s something you should know…”

Vi lifted her head from your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You sound guilty already.”

You averted your gaze, your eyes suddenly taking an interest in your perfume collection across the room. “Well… I wasn’t completely honest about my phone dying. Well– no, I was, my phone actually did die during the trip, but… I had my spare charger with me the whole time.”

Vi stiffened at the confession. “What…?”

You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. “Yes, well, you see… I felt like if I didn’t, I’d spend each day thinking about you and your rut rather than my job! And, well…”

“And?!” Vi questioned, her patience growing thin.

“And… well, I sort of figured not being able to relieve yourself daily during your rut would have effect on the urgency–”

“So you purposefully left me hanging in the middle of my rut just so can come home and have me fuck the lights out of you because I was extremely desperate to get my balls emptied.”

You chuckled nervously, though Vi wasn’t smiling. 

“Okay, okay, in retrospect, that wasn’t the best idea, and I’m sorry,” you cooed, taking Vi’s face in your hands and rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs. “Though, on the flight back, I thought of a way to make it up to you…”

Vi visibly perked up at that, and you swore you could feel her dick stir to life inside of you.

“Really, now? Enlighten me,” Vi asked, failing to leave the anticipation out of her voice.

You smirked, your eyes full of lust. “Hm, I’m more of a ‘show, don’t tell’ type of girl…”

At that, Vi gently lifted herself off of you, her dick creating a squelching sound as she pulled out of you.

“Okay then, show me.”

A/N: somebody cooked here... (me) every bit of love this gets is greatly appreciated ( ˘ ³˘)♥

[andikiramman]

vi x reader omegaverse or what…?

(update: i did it)

[andikiramman]

hey y’all, i’m alive (for like a week and a half)

do we still want this or, uh… maybe some caitvi or something…

(idk what i’m doing but i rlly wanna write something before my next class starts and i am forced to disappear off the face of the earth again)

“sevika found herself wondering how she even got here in the first place

not here, as in piltover

or here, as in on a seat in the council

but here, as in laying on a sofa more expensive than any item she’s ever seen in her life, as councilor mel medarda rested comfortably on top of her body.

the gold that decorated councilor medarda’s hand (which lazily traced the blue scars on sevika’s cheek) complemented her dark skin well. so well, that sevika felt the need to capture mel’s smaller hand in her larger one, bringing it to her lips for a kiss.”

idk why but this specific paragraph has been stuck in my head since i watched the finale, and i’m really feeling the urge to turn it into a melvika oneshot… but idk

[andikiramman]

going on a much-needed (indefinite) hiatus.

[andikiramman]

more... Maddie...smut.. ngh.. (I'm a Maddie lover ☹️❗)

more maddie smut coming soon to an andikiramman blog near YOU💜‼️

[andikiramman]

i love you 😻

baby i love YOU‼️💜

[andikiramman]

UMMMMM so actually more Caitlyn x Vi x Maddie smut....plz???

dw pookie i gotchu 🙂‍↕️‼️

i already have an outline for the next one in my head, just gotta give it some sort of structure (and start writing it lmao)