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“I’m so hungry I could eat”

Ellie x fem reader (established relationship)

AN: hii if you like these one shots pls give me some ideas for more as I’m trying to be active <3

You’re laying on the couch, legs tangled in a blanket you definitely stole from Ellie’s side of the bed, watching some trash TV and waiting for her to come back from the kitchen.

Your stomach growls. Loudly. You groan.

“I’m so hungry I could eat Abby Anderson,” you say to Ellie who’s in the other room as a joke thinking she wouldn’t hear you.

Unfortunately for you, Ellie walks in at that exact moment. Holding your favorite chips. And a juice box. And suddenly she stops in the doorway like she just caught you cheating.

“I’m sorry. You could WHAT?”

You look over your shoulder. “Relax, baby. I’m just starving”.

She narrows her eyes. “Out of everyone in the world, you wanna eat fucking Abby?”

You grin. “She looks high in protein. Girl’s shredded.”

Ellie drops the chips on the counter. “You know what? Starve.”

You blink. “You’re joking.”

“Oh, I’m so serious,” she snaps, walking over dramatically and snatching the blanket off you. “That’s your type now? Biceps and bad breath? You want someone who could throw you across the gym?”

“I mean,” you say, teasing, “sometimes being manhandled is kinda—”

“NOPE.” She cuts you off. “Don’t finish that sentence. I’ll literally kms.”

You laugh, expecting her to drop it.

She does not drop it.

Instead, she climbs onto the couch with the energy of a cat who’s been ignored for five minutes too long, throws herself across your lap, and groans into your stomach like you mortally wounded her.

“I bring you snacks, I kiss you good morning, I let you wear my hoodie that still smells like me, and you wanna eat fucking Anderson?”

“Baby I’m literally just joking.”

“I’m hurt, she’s literally mid”.

You snort. “Oh my god, you’re being insane.”

“I’m being betrayed,” she says, refusing to move off you. “Hold me or I’ll start cryingtl.”

You roll your eyes but wrap your arms around her anyway, because dramatic, clingy Ellie is also very warm and very cute.

She mumbles into your hoodie, “If you ever leave me for Abby Anderson, I’m joining a cult. Or dying my hair blonde. Maybe both.”

You kiss the top of her head. “I love you, dummy.”

“You better. I know where you sleep.”

A beat.

“…In your bed.”

Another beat.

“With me.”

She lifts her head and narrows her eyes. “Exactly.”

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slow replies, thinking about bbf!ellie catching you half naked on the landing after your shower.

she just spawns, having left your brother on the couch bitching to the fucking dust mites about his third straight loss against her on mortal kombat (his suggestion, by the way—always his suggestion! fully aware of ellie’s impeccable track record). she’d just wanted to use the bathroom… well, that’s the excuse she’d used, anyway.

all casual, so unbothered. like… she’d been nonchalant enough in asking your brother if you were home, tossing it out with a fake little shrug in her voice but secretly hopeful as ever, and he’d just replied with a very disinterested “yeah, somewhere”, because he genuinely did not give a fuck. but she knew what she was doing—it had only been halfway through their third rematch when she’d heard the faint sound of the shower running, and so the second that water switched off? infiltration time!!! and she was up, off of that couch and mounting the stairs like it was a covert mission, timing the whole thing perfectly, reaching the landing at the precise moment you were crossing it post-shower; hair still wet, skin speckled with water droplets, in nothing but a towel… she couldn’t have planned it better if she’d tried, honestly.

her eyes visibly light up when she sees you, when they meet yours, and she vows to you that she didn’t know you were showering, but she’s also straight up laughing??? like, she’s the world’s worst liar ever… love that for her! and she’s so unashamedly ecstatic at this “coincidental” turn of events that it just entirely cancels out whatever terrible little facade she’s attempting. and??? the way her eyes flick up and down, my goddd, like she knows she shouldn’t be looking but she’s absolutely shameless in just out-and-out staring. i’m talking zeeero shame, that little lesbian has no moral compass whatsoever. and you just roll your eyes, pretending to be so done with her, as if you aren’t secretly thrilled that she’s here—as if you aren’t thiiiiis close to pulling open your towel just to see what she’d do. and then you’re all like, “skipping out on quality guy time just to catch me half naked?”

and her eyes are just all over your body now— especially your collarbone, the slope of your neck, and that tiny freckle decorating the swell of your breast that she knows will keep her up tonight, because seriously, how has she never seen that before? but then she locks in again, all smug and shruggy, “just got bored of kicking your brother’s ass. figured i’d come look at yours, instead.” (!!!) and you just pull a face, but she catches you stand a little straighter and she swears you’re pulling your towel tighter??…she has never wanted to be a towel so bad in her entire life. there’s a beat, and she shoots you that look again— the same one she gave you last summer when the two of you had almost kissed in the cupboard underneath your stairs under the guise of a ‘truth or dare’… the one where nobody dared you.

“i know he’s a little slow,” you tip your chin toward the floorboards, voice low, hoping to god it doesn’t waver under ellie’s stare. “…but, he’ll start catching on if you keep making excuses to come find me.” and thennn you dare to question her bro code, and ellie runs her tongue over her teeth, leaning her shoulder into the wall. you’re talking about bro code? while looking like that? honestly, she’s battling her inner demons so hard—fighting for her life, seconds away from saying something so insanely foul she knows it would haunt her for eternity. but tbh, she would to drop to her knees for you—quite literally drop. to. her. knees. let you squirm against the wall, against her mouth!!! she’s desperate to watch you try to muffle your moans with your hand.

buuut, she’s a little shit. and she can be stubborn. so, she leaves it… eventually, but not before drinking you in one more time, letting her eyes linger over your upper thighs, slow and deliberate. this is an insanely dangerous game… one she is so close to losing.

“put some clothes on,” she mumbles and pivots on her feet, hiding her grin. “…or i’ll have to keep finding reasons to come see you.”

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . thinking about sucking ellie's strap and she's moaning like its attached to her body.

degration. emotional intensity. clit stimulation. oral sex. humiliation. power play. lowercase intended. lazy writing. snarky comments exchanged towards each other.

“f-fuck.” she groans voice all gravel and desperation, hips twitching up like she cant help it, her hands grip the sheets knuckles white, and shes making these sounds—whiny, raw, every damn thrust of your mouth pulling another one out of her.

you flick your chin up catching her mid moan “god, you’re such a fucking loser” you say all smug wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“moaning like its actually your dick? pathetic much?” your eyes glint with mischief and ellie’s gaze snaps to yours, narrowing, that spark of defiance flaring despite the flush creeping down her neck.

“pfft, you’re the one down there, so whos the loser?” she shoots back voice sharp but shaky, her lips curling into that cocky grin she wears like armor.

she leans up on her elbows trying to play it cool but another roll of your tongue over the strap’s tip makes it graze her clit, and she chokes out a moan, her head tipping back, betraying her completely.

you laugh low and mean, loving how she’s unraveling but still trying to talk shit.

“big talk for someone who’s about to cry from a little friction,” you taunt dragging your lips down the strap’s length slowly, making sure it shifts against her.

her thighs tense, a whimper slipping out and you cant resist pushing further.

“what’s that, els? sounded like you’re begging up there.”

“fuck off,” she snaps but it’s weak, her voice cracking as you suck harder, the strap’s base grinding just right.

her hand flies to your head fingers tangling in your hair, and she shoves your mouth back down, rough enough to make you gasp.

“keep your mouth busy, yeah? less talking, more… fuck—that.” her hips buck chasing the sensation, and you let her, but not without a parting shot.

she’s a mess now, all sharp gasps and drawn out moans, her snark dissolving into broken curses.

“shit, shit, dont—dont stop,” she pleads her grip tightening in your hair and you can tell shes close, her thighs trembling, breath hitching.

“c'mon. admit it.” you say pulling off for a split second “you’re loving this, moaning like a damn porn star.” you flick your eyes up catching her flushed, desperate expression and she glares.

“shut up,” she groans yanking you back down her voice all rasp and attitude.

“you’re—fuck—you’re worse than me, obsessed with this shit.” she comes hard a shuddering, moaning mess, her hips jerking as she rides out the waves, her hand still in your hair like she’s afraid you’ll vanish.

you ease off wiping your chin with a grin, and climb up to straddle her lap, the strap still between you.

“loser,” you whisper, poking her chest, and she huffs, rolling her eyes but too spent to fight back properly.

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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calvin klein ad sevika↕️🙂 first time doing semi nsfw i'm sooo nervoussss

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Munchkin

Sevika x Fem!Reader

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Sevika had grown used to the low murmur of conversation, the clinking of glass, the occasional distant yell from some fool who didn’t know his place.

But tonight, it was still.

Her boots barely made a sound as she pushed open the door to the room she shared with you.

The scent of smoke and metal still clung to her from the long hours at the bar, but as soon as she stepped inside, something else filled her senses. Something softer. Something warm.

There you were, sprawled on the bed, the sheets barely covering you.

Your breath rose and fell in slow, even motions, completely at ease. And perched on your stomach, nestled right against you, was the tiniest damn kitten Sevika had ever seen.

A munchkin. Small paws tucked under its round little body, tail curled around itself, ears twitching slightly in sleep.

Sevika narrowed her eyes.

“The hell is that?” she muttered under her breath, but the words held no real edge.

The kitten stirred slightly at the sound, its tiny nose twitching, but you remained undisturbed. Your hand rested just beside it, fingers curled like you had been petting it before sleep had claimed you.

The sight was almost absurd. Sevika had seen you take down a man twice your size without hesitation, had watched you glare down threats like they were mere inconveniences, and yet here you were, utterly defenseless, with a tiny fluffball using you as a bed.

Something about it made her chest tighten in a way she didn’t quite like.

She stepped closer, careful not to startle either of you.

The kitten let out the softest little sigh in its sleep, its tiny mouth opening in a yawn before settling back down. Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose, running a hand down her face.

She should wake you up. Ask why the hell there was a kitten in her bed. Maybe even demand how you managed to smuggle it in without her noticing.

But instead, she just stood there, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, listening to the soft little purrs vibrating against you.

With a quiet groan, she sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle you.

Her mech arm rested on her knee, fingers twitching slightly before she reached out—just barely, just enough to brush a knuckle against the kitten’s fur. It was soft. Unbelievably soft.

“Tch,” she scoffed, shaking her head.

She should be annoyed. Should be dragging the little thing out the door. But instead, she let herself watch for just a little longer, her gaze flickering between you and the kitten curled up on top of you.

Damn it.

She was getting soft.

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Escalofriante

Sevika didn't have much to cherish while growing up...but that wouldn't stop her from cherishing you...it would however make her fear losing you

Sevika has many talents, a great many, but a way with words isn't in the list. She's more a woman of action, of doing. So, since the start of your relationship, she hasn't talked much about her feelings, but she's practically spoiled you with acts of service. She'd ensure you ate, that you were well-rested, that you received everything you wanted. A kiss on your forehead and lips before sleep was a must, even if she had to return home just to kiss you and then go back to work. With that being said, you were not only content of what you two had, but the thought of her not talking wouldn't even surface as an issue in your deepest contemplations. You were happy, she was happy, and that's what mattered. So, to say you were shocked that night at her emotional outburst would be an understatement. It was a quiet night, the kind where you'd simply hug and listen to each other's breathing patterns. You didn't expect her to break the silence.

"I want to hold you like this forever," she said, so softly it made you question if you'd heard anything.

"What?" you asked, raising your head to look at her, before she gently pushed it down and pulled you closer.

"Don't...I want to talk...I need to talk," she insisted.

"About what?" you asked, now completely relaxed in her arms.

"About this feeling..." she said with a frown, as if questioning her own sanity. "Since the day I met you, I've had this weird feeling...all over my mind...my chest...my stomach...it's like...it's growing every day. Like I just ate a whole bunch of little yous, and they're running through my mind every damn second...punching my heart." She was struggling, and it showed. You let her continue, smiling in her embrace. "I've never had this feeling...it's like I want to know every secret you have, even the stupid ones that make me want to laugh and kiss you, or just go headfirst through a wall...I...I want to see you every day...I want people to ask me where you are...not that I'd answer the bastards, but still."

You laughed, unable to control the feeling that bubbled up inside you—the excitement that made you tingle. She paused, looking down at you with a smile and a look that spoke volumes.

"What would I give to hear this sound every day..." she said, her hand coming up to caress your cheek. "What would I give to just see you like this...how could I...how could I hold you so you could never escape it...so nothing takes you away?" she said, her voice now carrying a hint of worry. "I'd fight them off, you know that, right? I wouldn't fail...not if it's about you...never when it's about you."

You knew that, and you kissed her, silencing her worry in a way that proved it that you knew that... Sevika had many talents. One of them was proving you wrong when you thought she couldn't express her feelings.

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So something I've been thinking about is how after Sev becomes a Councilor how she probably couldn't, or shouldn't, visit Babette's anymore due to "appearances" (we could say she doesn't give a shit about those, but her "you look weak" to Vander tells me otherwise :) ). I think there would be a more private, fancier brothel in Piltover for 'elites' (maybe not even called a brothel?) And I was wondering how Sevika would navigate that as she gets more pent up with her new status. :) Girls probably act different there too.

Sorry this is anon, my own thoughts embarrassing me. Lmao.

taking it slow

councilwoman!sevika x brothel!reader

not sure with the word count on this one!

18+ ! sensual touching, light teasing, oral / fingering (sevika!) light hair pulling, reader admires the shit out of sevika. sevika is a little shy coming here. just taking care of sevika <3 switch!sevika & reader.

i’m aware that when she’s councilwoman she has her cunt ass bob but for the sake of this fic…she has her old hair. however! there will be other parts to this so…she will have her bob back

EIGHTEEN PLUS. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

sevika was extremely nervous as she walked up to the brothel doors, a few months after the fact that she became councilwoman.

it was hard being as big as she was going out to places like these — it could ruin her status and make the citizens of zaun look weak, like she has other things on her mind. respect her less, even.

she struggled a lot with wondering what she can do that’ll make her happy, without worrying different members of the board. after all, it was her downtime to get a break. she just hated her telling her in the back of her head, ‘don’t fuck this up.’

fortunately though, the higher end brothel piltover offered was of gold status — and it seems like some people who worked as guards in the palace also frequented.

she surveyed the area, the wet air moistening by the minute after a particularly hard rainfall a few hours earlier. she took out a small bag of coins, tossing them to the brothel bodyguard at the front, a head nod from the man after he poked through the pouch and he opened the velvet curtain for her to step through.

she knew there was no way to conceal who she was coming into this place, her stature at 6 foot made her stand out like a sore thumb, along with this deep ruby red cape she wore to conceal her mech arm when it wasn’t in use too much.

she kept her eyes forward, looking through her peripheral vision to see bodies on bodies together. there were suede couches set up against the wall, some arranged in funky places to create a more intimate circle of people. tables littered with cups of alcohol, ashtrays of cigars and joints ashes out or still lit.

skin on skin was everywhere, the sound of moans reverberated over the music and to her ears, making her body shiver. she hadn’t heard anything like this in such a long time, she was worried she’d be overwhelmed with the amount of stimuli until she saw you.

standing there with a hip popped out, you had on a deep purple two piece — a dark purple leather crop vest on your chest that dipped low into your clevage, matched with a dark purple leather skirt that hugged your hips, and if you bent over enough she’d be able to see your clothed pussy. two amethyst stud earrings were in your ears, matched with a black and purple collar that was adorning your neck — the metal loop in the middle in the shape of a heart with a small diamond hanging on the end of the heart.

you wore no makeup, you were gorgeous even under the different colored lights in the brothel. she caught her breath in her throat when you looked over at her, your eyes widening just a smudge before you settled on giving her a short wave

blushing as she averts her gaze, she brushes past people in the crowd as she made her way towards the bar you were standing at. her skin was on fire being this close to you, something she didn’t know she’d ever be able to feel around someone else.

“haven’t seen you before,” the classic pickup line left your sweet lips and ran right through her soul. she perked up after ordering her drink. she nodded, an elbow leaned up against the bar table, her body moving to face you

she had to look down at you, really. you were that short to her.

easy to toss around.

“what brings you in? or i should be asking, who?” you swirl around the drink in your hand she didn’t notice you had, your eyes locked with hers as she struggled to find something to say

what the fuck was wrong with her? she’s never not been able to speak to someone, let alone a gorgeous girl like you.

after a few moments of unspoken silence, you shrug, taking a swig of your drink as the bartender pushes sevika’s drink towards her. “not much of a talker, huh? that’s okay. most people come to suck and fuck before having a drink and conversation.”

it was true, that’s the normal clientele that came through here did, even if they paid good enough they were still assholes. working in piltover did give you a pretty penny, but at what cost?

“just here to look,” sevika finally responded, her voice cracking from lack of usage. she cleared her throat before taking a long swig of her drink, the cool liquid running down her throat and into her system.

she would need a few more with how uptight she was feeling right now.

“look?” you questioned, leaning against the bar as you look up at her. “like you’re shopping for something?” she shakes her head, realizing how she must’ve sounded when she said that

“no! i didn’t mean it like that i…” she huffed, watched you shift from foot to foot waiting for an explanation. “this is just my first time coming as…councilwoman…” she whispers the last part, as if some people didn’t notice her here already.

you hummed at her response, taking it in and going over it in your mind before settling with a solution. “that’s okay, baby. everyone is new somewhere.” you laid a hand on her arm, the arm not covered by her deep ruby red cloak. she feels goose flesh pimple over her skin before she feels her cheeks burn.

you can tell she’s nervous, her shoulders are locked up, you can tell she she hasn’t shaken that, ‘someone is watching me,’ mindset with the way her eyes dart from each exit, looking at everyone in the crowd to remember a face just incase something goes sideways.

you run your thumb on her forearm to soothe her, and at first is kinda throws her off, eyes darting down to where your thumb is rubbing her skin.

“it’s okay, come on. let’s go somewhere quieter.” you say, your tone sweet and gentle as you pull on her arm softly. without her thinking, her feet started moving along with you, following you towards the back. you part open a curtain that looks similar to the one up front, revealing a long hallway of various doors on each side

you don’t say anything as you walk down with sevika’s forearm still in your hold. sort of felt like you were walking your own pet with how big and tall she was. it made your skin shiver with the amount of authority sevika held and how easy it was to get her to calm down and follow you.

“my rooms near the end.” you say, but sevika isn’t really paying too much attention. she grunts in response so you don’t think she ignored you — but she’s more focused on the other rooms with some doors left ajar and wide open.

bodies inside having sex, smoking weed, laying and touching each other. sometimes there were parties of 4+ people, making sevika’s head snap towards the front.

she wasn’t sure why she felt so…awkward when it came to sex now a days. she felt anxious most days, out of place along the seats of piltover people, wearing gold and admonishing their money towards everyone who would listen. she felt out of place, like she wasn’t meant to be here.

she also hadn’t touched another girl in months.

“just down here.” you say again, your hold still gentle on her arm as you pull her up towards your room. a sign on the outside decorated in pretty font with stickers all attatched to the door, she knew it was your room without you telling her.

you unlock the door and turn on the light, pulling her inside. there she looks at your room.

she’s met with the strong scent of rose water and vanilla, some candles look like they had been burned prior to your leaving of your room. she looks around, a four poster bed in the center with baby pink silk sheets, pillows to match and a few stuffed animals on the comforter.

there was a bookshelf that was over flowing with books at this point, she wasn’t sure if the shelves would be able to hold any longer. you didn’t have any things on your walls, explaining that even if you lived here full time — the room still technically wasn’t yours. she commented on the door full of stickers but you laughed and shrugged. “they can take the money from my paycheck.”

in the far corner you had a desk. filled with loose leaf pieces of paper and a few different ink bottles with black quill pens. on the other side of the large desk there was an alter.

candles half burned and old wax running down the sticks. there was a big pink conch shells sitting in the center with pink pearls loosely draped over the shell. around the candle and the conch shells sitting was various items — old pocket change, dried up flowers that looked like carnations and roses, a small glass jar of sand with some other smaller shells, and an over abundance of gold jewelry.

“Aphrodite,” you speak up behind sevika which has her startled, jumping gently in her skin. you come up behind her with a little lighter reaching for one of the pink candlesticks. you held the flame to the wick and watched it burn as you placed it back on the candle holder.

sevika watched the flame flicker slowly at first, before it rose in a straight line and stayed like that for a while. “she’s really nice to work with. especially while here.” you comment, taking a small gold ring from your pinky finger that was adorned with a small ruby, onto the altar right next to one of the old coins

“have you worked with her long?” she asked gently, watching your movements as you nod your head with a soft smile on your face. you walk over to your bed, curling a leg under you as you sit half on and half off the bed. sevika looks around and finds a plush chair with a blanket draped on the back in the corner of your room with a small side table and night lamp on top.

she takes a seat, keeping her arms on the arm rest and relaxing her fingers, and trying to keep her eyes on anywhere except your body. her brain swims back and forth with a long list of bad possibilities of what could happen with her sitting in a place like this.

first of all she could get her title ripped away, not like she wanted it anyways. it was situational. then she wouldn’t be able to protect her people, the ones who meant the most to her. second of all…what if someone busted her? someone called in a anonymous tip to the committee? then she’d surely get fucked.

but the way you were looking at her, your eyes soft and gazing over her figure like you were drinking her in, trying to figure her out — her heart rate slowed. she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening them again, to meet your gaze right back.

you seemed a bit startled, gasping a soft breath as her eyes look towards you and she could see a subtle red blush on her cheeks. you brought your other leg on your bed, before sitting criss cross and your hands in your lap.

“you’re pretty, you know that?” the little laugh that left her lips told you that she didn’t get told that very often. you spread your legs out before moving back against your pillows and smiling. “what?”

sevika hadn’t been called pretty in…well has anyone actually called her pretty like that?

“what makes me pretty, doll?” your breath caught in your throat at the nickname that played on her lips, her eyelids lowering just a smidge, enough for you to notice the gaze in her eyes darkening.

“well…” you get up from your bed, sauntering your way over to her. your feet were bare now in your room, the only sound in the space was the way your foot pressed against the plush carpet with each step towards her, and the soft breathing from the two of you. she swore you could hear her heart hammering in her chest.

you came to her side, your finger trialing along her exposed forearm, her eyes darting up the expanse of the skin up to sevika’s chest, where multiple straps and buttons kept her tightly in her clothes.

your fingers itched to undo them slowly, run your lips down her skin and between her breasts, just to hear how she sounded. you licked your lips before shaking your head to yourself. she wasnt comfortable with that, she didn’t seem comfortable being here in the first place. you knew that wasn’t the case, that sevika had frequented places like this before but only in zaun. but you figured being councilwoman made her tense.

you kept your finger trailing up her arm to her shoulder, before tucking in a stray piece of her hair that fell from her half bun, right behind her ear. “first of all, you smell really good.” she chuckled, looking up at you as she taps her mech fingers slowly on the leather chair. “like sandalwood, smoke,” you whispered gently.

“your eyes…breathtakingly easy to get lost in.” you trailed off as you walked behind her, your hand coming to cup the bottom of her chin as you stood right behind her head. you pulled her head back enough to look down into her eyes, her uneven full lips parted as a soft breaths escapes her throat.

she blinks at you, and you blink back, eyes trailing over the scars and blemishes that decorate her warm, brown skin. your thumb runs over her bottom lip softly, pulling on it enough to make it wobble back into place when you release it. you keep her gaze for a second, your fingers going to undo the clasp that held her cloak together.

she resisted from stopping you, knowing you wouldn’t make a move on her without asking her first. the way you were touching her, softly and gently as you list out the things you find pretty about her. her head swims full with just the feeling of you touching her skin, the sound of your voice light on her ears.

your hands come to pull the cape off entirely, hanging it up quickly on the hook next to the door before coming to her left side with her mech hand. “and this, i mean…” you trail your finger tips down the smooth gold metal of her arm. you watched in real time as the gears ticked back and forth, forever having her arm on the go. “this is beautiful.” you murmur softly, looking up to meet sevika’s anxious gaze.

you pouted your pretty pink lips, making the anxiety go for a moment as she looked at you. “what is it, doll?” she turns her head slightly as she looks at you curiously, her eyes darting between your eyes, to your nose and quickly to your lips before she snaps back to your eyes.

“can i touch you?” you ask softly, a silent permission to say no if she so desired. but the way you were looking at her right now as you moved in between her spread out thighs, your own bare thighs touching hers, she couldn’t help but nod.

you smiled gently as you grab a soft pillow from your bed before sink to your knees, your hands running over the fabric of her thick thighs. “gonna need you to say something, angel.” you asked softly , digging your nails gently into her thighs. she shuddered softly, the authority written all over your face.

“yes, you can touch me baby.” her voice is low, barely above a whisper as your eyes darken. you smile in response, leaning to give her knees two quick kisses before your hands come up the expanse of her thighs and to her pants button

you pop it open with ease, sliding the zipper down and with sevika’s help as she lifts her hips, her pants come off in one swift movement. you discard them next to you, eyeing her clothed cunt. you look up at her and meet her gaze, her eyes lids lowering, pupils widening.

you lean in, your nose bumping against her clothed clit. you inhale deeply, smelling her arousal and mail, your mouth watering to get a taste of her. you lick a soft stripe up her clothed cunt, a shudder leaving her lips as she watches you with a lustful gaze.

“can i taste you?” you ask softly, eyelashes batting up at her as she nods quickly, moving to push her boxers down before your hands rested on hers, sopping her movements. “let me, baby.” you coo, authority dripping form your tone but your gaze is gentle as you speak to her.

she feels her cunt throb at the action.

you leaned forward, taking your fingers and hooking it into the crotch of her underwear, drinking in the feeling of how wet she made the fabric. she lets out a soft gasp as you reveal her wet cunt to you, the cool air hitting her lips and making her shiver.

“another thing that’s pretty is this pussy,” you breathe out, looking up at her momentarily before you take your other hand and thumb her clit slowly, pulling the hood up just a bit to reveal the rest of her swollen clit.

her hips jerked in reaction, a grunt leaving her throat as you sat there and touched her, softly. you didn’t do anything else with your hands, your eyes just fixated on the way her cunt clenches gently in anticipation, under her gaze.

leaning in, your tongue poked out jsut enough to circle around her clit, tasting her on your tongue instantly. you let out a soft groan as you taste her, your eyes rolling shut as you position your hands to keep her thighs spread wide for you.

“fuck…” she breathes out, leaning back in her chair and moving her hips forward to give you better access to her cunt. your tongue makes slow movements, licking down her clit, her folds and to her dripping hole. you circle the tip of your tongue around her entrance, making her flesh hand come to grip the back of your head.

“don’t tease me, babygirl.” she groans as she pushes your face a bit further into her cunt. you obey her command, gripping her thighs as you slip your tongue into her cunt, warm and wet around the muscle. you moan, and you can tell she’s enjoying herself as she starts to needily grind her hips against your face

“just like that, shit…” she tips her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she focuses on the languid motions of your tongue against her folds, lapping up every single drip of slick that falls from her pussy. you could feel her arousal stick to your chin and cheeks, dripping down the chair and onto your skin.

you didn’t care, you loved how messy she was getting, her moans getting louder and deeper with each thrust of your tongue fucking into her hole. you brought one hand from her thigh as you pressed your thumb against her clit, firmly rubbing circles as you continues the assault of your tongue on her cunt

she squeezes your tongue, making a moan rip from your throat against her. she feels the vibrations of your moan rip through her from her cunt, her hips bucking against your face. you took your other hand, her legs staying spread, as you took your tongue from her hole. she whined in protest from the loss of your muscle, but shortly letting out a groan as you slip two of your fingers into her hole.

“there you go, baby. you like that?” you ask gently, peering up at her and watching as her chest rise and falls each each thrust of your fingers, moans slipping form her lips.

she lets out a whimpered, ‘yes,’ her back arching off the chair as she lets go of the armrests of the chair and right to your head, fingers digging into your hair and pushing you closer to her cunt, if that was even possible.

“pretty moans,” you moan against her as you suck her clit harshly, circling your tongue and flicking her clit as she moans out, riding your face and grinding messily into you. “you gonna cum, vika?” she moans in response, her cunt clenched your fingers as she meets your gaze, a fucked our expression across her features.

“fuck, yes, please i’m gonna cum…” he grips your hair as you feel her cunt squeezes your fingers as she cums, tasting her squirt on your tongue which made you moan as the taste, your fingers slipping easily in and out of her puffy cunt.

“that’s it, thank you vika, fuck…” you moan against her, feeling your cunt clenching and clit throbbing at the whole ordeal, how she spread for you like this in your chair, leaving herself vulnerable for you to take.

and you fucking have.

she frowns as she’s wheats you thank her for cumming against your tongue as you slip your fingers slowly from her cunt and into your mouth, sucking the digits while looking up at her

you lower face was covered in her slick, dripping down your chin. she leans forward quickly before you can even blink an eye, gripping g the back of your head with her metal hand and her flesh hand coming to grip your chin.

she pushes her lips against yours, moaning as she tastes herself on your tongue as she pulls you closer, a shim pier leaving your lips. you felt your body melt into the plush floor below you, into her touch and lost in the way her lips felt against yours.

she pulls away after a moment, her lips shiny with spit and her slick, eyes heavy lidded as she stares as you. “my turn to list all the things pretty about you now, doll.”

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Can we have Sevika massaging reader after they come home from a long and exhausting day of work? :3 btw I absolutely LOVE your writing >w< whenever I see you posted again, I always think "oh, how lucky am I" <3

Just A Massage

The dim glow of Zaun’s streetlights filtered through the worn-out blinds of your apartment, casting golden slashes across the floor.

The air smelled faintly of oil, metal, and something richer—like the faint traces of Sevika’s cigar that always seemed to linger long after she was gone.

But tonight, she was here. And she was watching you with that knowing smirk as you practically melted into the old couch, limbs heavy, body aching from the weight of the day.

“Rough one?” Her voice, low and smooth like aged whiskey, rumbled through the quiet space.

You sighed, letting your head roll back against the cushion. “You have no idea.”

She chuckled, the sound warm despite the teasing edge. “I think I do.” Her mechanical arm whirred softly as she leaned down, fingers grazing your shoulders.

Even through the fabric of your shirt, her touch sent a shiver down your spine.

Without another word, Sevika moved around the couch, her boots clicking against the floor, before settling behind you.

Her hands—one warm, calloused, real; the other firm, unyielding, but surprisingly gentle—pressed against your shoulders. The weight of them alone sent a wave of relief through you.

“Relax,” she murmured, her breath ghosting against your ear before she got to work.

Her fingers dug into the tense muscles at the base of your neck, working slow, methodical circles into the knots that had been building for days.

You sighed, eyes fluttering shut, as the tension began to melt under her firm touch.

“Fuck, you’re wound up,” she muttered, pressing her thumbs deeper into your shoulders.

A groan slipped from your lips, half from pain, half from the sheer relief of finally being touched like this. Sevika had a rough way about her, always carrying herself like she had nothing to prove and no one to please—but when it came to you, she knew when to ease up, when to take her time.

Her flesh hand traveled down your spine, kneading into the muscles along your back, while her mechanical fingers pressed firmly against your shoulder blades.

The contrast sent a shiver through you—warmth against cool steel, rough calluses against smooth metal. It was grounding.

“Breathe,” she reminded, her voice softer now, more coaxing than commanding.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been holding it in, your body so used to carrying the stress that it forgot how to let go.

With a shaky exhale, you did as she said, letting your shoulders slump as she worked her way down.

She shifted slightly, straddling the couch behind you so she had better access.

The heat of her body seeped into yours, a steady presence that made you feel safe, solid. Her fingers traveled lower, kneading into the small of your back, pressing into the tight muscles that had been screaming for relief all day.

You hissed when she hit a particularly sore spot.

“There?” she asked, and when you nodded, she focused her attention there, thumbs digging in just the right way, not stopping until the pain unraveled into something bearable.

You slumped further against the couch, letting yourself sink into the feeling of her hands on you.

Sevika didn’t always show affection in words—she wasn’t one for sweet nothings or empty reassurances.

But in moments like this, when her hands worked over your tired body with deliberate care, you felt it. Felt her.

She shifted again, moving to sit beside you this time, pulling you forward slightly so she could slip behind you. Your back pressed against her chest, and you let out a sigh at the sheer comfort of it.

“You’re really good at this,” you mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion.

She chuckled, her arms circling around you as her hands moved to your sides, kneading into the muscles along your ribs.

“You think I don’t know how to handle a little tension?”

You huffed out a breath of laughter. “I think you cause more of it than you fix.”

Her lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, and you swore you could hear the smirk in her voice when she murmured, “And yet, here you are, falling apart under my hands.”

You didn’t bother denying it.

Instead, you leaned further into her, tilting your head to rest against her shoulder as her fingers traveled lower, kneading into your thighs.

She was careful here, pressing just enough to work out the tightness, but not enough to send you into another world of pain.

Her mechanical hand rested against your knee, fingers curled lazily over your leg, while her real hand worked at the tense muscles just above it. You sighed again, muscles melting under her touch, exhaustion settling deep into your bones.

She kept going, slow and steady, until the pain was nothing more than a dull memory, until your body felt lighter, looser.

When she finally stopped, her arms remained around you, pulling you in, pressing you close.

“You’re quiet,” she murmured after a moment, lips brushing against the side of your head.

You hummed, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Too relaxed to talk.”

She chuckled, the sound low and pleased. “Good.”

For a while, neither of you spoke. The world outside still hummed with the life of Zaun, distant and unbothered, but in here, in this small space that smelled of smoke and steel and something undeniably Sevika, there was peace.

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Lap dancing on Sevika? Yes, yes indeed otw. 🫡 🖊 📄

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𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 - 𝙨𝙚𝙫.

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council!sevika x council!reader

| summary: getting to know the infamous sevika, now a council member. (post-arcane s2)

| c/w: mentions of smoking, not proofread

| w/c: 1.3k

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...council!sevika, who refused to become friends with anybody on the council. It was all strictly professional to her.

...council!sevika, who shared a cigarette with you on the balcony of a boring council party that you both were forced to attend.

sevika flicked her head around mid drag to the noise of a glass door opening. she was faced with your bewildered expression at her presence, your leg stopping half way out the door. the cigarette fell between sevika's middle and pointer finger as she exhaled the smoke. her jaw readjusted, eyes still fixated on your paralyzed stature. "my fault. I didn't know anyone was here," you exclaimed, red in the face with embarrassment. your leg quickly slipped back inside the door. sevika lifted up her hand to stop you. "you're fine. you can stay." she used her middle and pointer finger to call you over, the same pair that had a cigarette placed between them. you swallowed your nerves. slowly, you made your way to the edge of the balcony and rested your elbows on the railing. a stressful sign escaped your lips as the cold wind blew on your face. you turned to sevika, she was staring into piltover while puffing away at cigarette. she must've just lit it. "do you have another cigarette?" you asked without thinking before backtracking. "sorry, you don't have to give me one." your head whipped back in place. god, she was fucking scary. sevika took another drag before handing it to you; her eyes didn't move from the city. your hands, shaking, took the cigarette and put it up to your lips. weird. sevika didn't speak to anybody on the council besides for work. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, but it made her seem distant and cold. you can't exactly blame her, though. this is the same legislative team that ruined her home. you always really wanted to talk to her when she joined, but she was horrifying. her height, muscular body, piercing eyes, and all the stories going around collecting sweat among the council freaked everybody out. she didn't seem like the vicious monster that people made her out to be seen here, though. there was a sad and vulnerable look in her eye. "bored?" you handed her the cigarette. "yeah. surprised these motherfuckers don't sniff crack. would've made this so much more interesting." you chuckled. "a past councilor got kicked out for running a meth lab before." you added on. "no fucking way." she smirked, holding the cigarette to her lips. you nodded. "you wouldn't believe all the shit that goes on in these walls."

...council!sevika, who began to catch up with you to take a stroll before a meeting.

...council!sevika, whose eyes you noticed began to become calmer

...council!sevika, who would share glances with you during meetings, trying not to laugh at the others.

...council!sevika, who you asked to partner up with to develop a project in rebuilding zaun.

it was fucking late, but you needed to ask her. you needed to ask her to join the project. sevika's a night owl, you know she'll be up. you held your binder up to your chest, making your way to sevika's in a hasty manner. you just needed an okay from her, and then to pass out in bed. there were three figures in the distance. one you could recognize as sevika, and the closer you got, you could see two girls. the two of them laughed, gripping onto sevika's arms. she was slightly smirking. damn. why did that feel so weird to watch? you stood there, a few feet away from the trio, body filled with shock. It felt like the time you walked onto the balcony when sevika was on, but instead of fear, there was dread. while fumbling with her keys, she spotted you in the corner of her eye. she lifted her head up to meet your eyes, and the two girls stopped bickering. "you seem busy!" you panicked "I can catch you at a different time. sorry!" you gripped your binder tighter against your chest before fleeing the opposite way. you didn't even let sevika get a word in. the next morning, you visited sevika's room again. hopefully, you can pitch your idea to her this time. she opened her door; her hair was wet and slicked back. you smiled, and your eyes wandered around her room to not get too caught up on staring at her. her bed was a mess. you didn't even want to think about what happened in her room the other night. "hey, uhh...sorry about last night. It was probably uncomfortable seeing that." sevika attempted to apologize. she had the same vulnerable eyes as when you first spoke with her. you shook your head. "don't even apologize. It's fine." "they're not my girlfriends. I - uh just..." she stopped her sentence mid way, her hand came up to cover to mouth. her vessel turned to show you her back before clearing her throat. "anyways. what do you need to talk to be about?" you never even had the thought that those girls were her girlfriend.

...council!sevika, who would stare at you, suggesting ideas for the project. she simply just nods, not absorbing a single piece of information you said.

...council!sevika, who would invite you for drinks every night to the point it got you worried.

"fuckk...my backs killing me." she flexes her muscles. "lets go get drinks, yeah?" "sevika, you're actually an alcoholic. please get some help." "so, are we gettin drinks?" "yeah. whatever. I don't understand how this is supposed to help with your back, though."

...council!sevika, who grabs your wrists and pins them to the table whenever you talk over her.

...council!sevika, who slowly begins to speak with the other councilors with your help.

...council!sevika, who tries to swallow her feelings for you that creep on her, reminding herself she needs to keep things professional.

...council!sevika, who had one of the brothel workers show up at her door while you were working on the project.

...council!sevika, who went back to the brothel workers in an attempt to get you out of her mind.

...council!sevika, who was so shocked when she found out you like girls.

...council!sevika, who tries to hide her disappointment when you guys finish up your report.

...council!sevika, who ends up kissing you before you leave without thinking.

"you're seriously leaving already?" she crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching you throw on your jacket. "It's almost midnight, sev." you let out a breathy laugh before grabbing your things. sevika walks over to you, leaning down to zip up your jacket. you lift up your arms to give her space, feeling her warm body near you. you can't help but stare at her puppy-like face before she lifts her head up to meet your gaze. before you bust out laughing, your eyes glance up at the ceiling. you hear her smirk. she's always got that damn smirk on. her body raises back up and stuffs her hands in her pockets. the two of you walk up to her door, but before opening the door, sevika grabs your shoulder to turn you to look at her. "you sure you can't stay?" her hand stays on your shoulders. "you're seriously going to miss me that much?" you joked. sevika didn't respond. she only took you face with her hands and planted a small kiss on your lips. It was short; your lips barely touched, but it was sweet. she lifted her lips, both of your breathes mixing with each other. her hands stayed on your cheeks, both of you staring at each other, dismayed. sevika more than you. "shit! oh my god. I am so sorry." she reeled back her hands to her side. you only took her hands and locked your lips once more. "maybe I can stay a little longer."

...council!sevika, who asks you to be her girlfriend the same night.

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a/n: chat why is this so badddd omgggg I cantttt. I fr just wanted to get something out b/c I haven't posted in like 4 months, so I rushed this. my bad!!

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hey so i’m going INSANE???

i need her so bad, pleasepleasepleaseplease

@baji-boo I THANK YOU FOR THIS HOLY MOLY 🙏

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early mcu era loki you will always be famous to me

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what happened after the explosion..// sevika x reader ﹒₊‧ ﹒𓆩 𓆪﹒₊ ﹒﹒

this is just a ramble, a short story—whatever you want to call it. no major warnings, just heavy angst.

you were losing your mind.

it was nearly 4 AM, and she still wasn’t home. six hours late. that wasn’t just late—it was unheard of. sevika was always late, sure, but never this late. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you were being too naïve, too soft, too you to understand the kind of life she led.

but then again, maybe you weren’t.

a thousand thoughts raced through your head, each worse than the last. had a deal gone wrong? was there a fight? had someone stronger—meaner—finally taken her down? you tried to push those thoughts away, but they sank their claws in deep, festering, growing roots inside your chest. you had called. you had texted. hell, you had even stood by the door, keys in hand, heart in your throat, seriously considering breaking the one rule she made crystal clear:

“if i ever saw you at any of Silco’s— i will wreck your shit.”

a direct order. one you weren’t stupid enough to disobey. but if she didn’t show up in the next hour, you didn’t care.

then, just as your panic was reaching its breaking point, the front door creaked open.

relief flooded through you for exactly one second. then you saw her.

sevika wasn’t alone.

she wasn’t standing.

she wasn’t okay.

deckard stood in the doorway, her massive, half-conscious body draped over his arms. he looked at you like he was waiting for something, maybe for you to freak out, maybe for you to do something—but you couldn’t move. you couldn’t breathe.

because your baby was broken.

her shoulder was a mess of blood-soaked bandages and metal clamps, barely holding together the raw, exposed wound. she was awake, but only barely—bleary-eyed and exhausted, her head lolling against deckard’s chest. you’d never seen her look so small before. so… defenseless.

you wanted to scream. to cry. to shake her, demand what the hell happened, why she let this happen—why she always had to come home in pieces. but there was no time for any of that. you needed to pull yourself together. you needed to be strong. For her.

deckard didn’t say a word as he carried her inside, setting her down carefully on your couch before stepping back. you barely registered the sound of him leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. the apartment was quiet, except for her breathing—shaky, uneven, pained.

you dropped to your knees beside her, hands hovering over her as if she were made of glass.

she cracked one swollen eye open, her lips twitching like she was about to smirk, about to throw out some cocky remark to make you feel better. but nothing came.

instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

and then, for the first time in two years of loving her, sevika cried.

she buried her face against your chest, her broad shoulders trembling. tears—real tears—hot and silent, soaking into your skin. it shattered something inside you, something you hadn’t even realized could break.

you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile—something you would burn the world for.

you stayed like that for an hour. maybe longer. just rocking her gently, pressing trembling kisses against her temple, whispering things you weren’t even sure made sense. she never cried out loud, but you felt every sob against your chest as she soaked it in tears, in the way her grip on your shirt tightened to the point of tearing.

finally, she spoke.

“i can’t hold you like I truly want now..”

and just like that.. you heard your heart shatter, your fingers threaded through her hair, your lips brushing over her damp forehead.

“you still have me.”

and you meant it. every word.

no matter how many pieces she came home in, no matter how much she thought she lost—she still had you.

always.

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ahem: ♡♥︎Chaotic and horny Sevika headcanons♥︎♡

Y’all just need to read this

♥︎ If you ever tell Sevika you’re hungry, she’ll smirk and say, “I got something you can eat,” and then refuse to elaborate.

♥︎ She calls herself a “service top” but only in the most obnoxious way possible—usually while lighting a cigar and flexing her arm.

♥︎ One time, a guy bumped into her and said, “Watch where you’re going,” and she just went, “Watch where you’re standing, dumbass,” before knocking him out.

♥︎ If someone asks what her type is, she’ll take a slow drag from her cigar and say, “Women who make bad decisions.”

♥︎ She has definitely looked a woman up and down and said, “Damn. You look like you ruin lives. What you doing tonight?”

♥︎ If you tell her you have plans, she’ll shrug and say, “Cancel them. I’m your plan now.”

♥︎ One time, someone asked her what her biggest red flag is, and she just laughed and said, “You’re talking to it.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her you’re mad at her, she’ll just say, “Nah, you’re not,” and then kiss you until you forget why you were mad.

♥︎ If you try to make her jealous, she’ll just say, “Go ahead, baby, but remember—nobody’s gonna fuck you like I do.”

♥︎ One time, she lost a bet and had to wear a pink shirt that said “Heartbreaker” in sparkly letters. She wore it with zero shame.

♥︎ If someone asks why she’s so cocky, she’ll just say, “Wouldn’t you be, if you were me?”

♥︎ If she sees you blushing, she’ll smirk and say, “Yeah, I know. I got that effect.”

♥︎ The first time you try to be cute and say, “I hate you,” she’ll grin and say, “Lick my clit about it.”

♥︎ If you ever sass her, she’ll just raise an eyebrow and go, “Careful, sweetheart. That mouth of yours is only good for one thing.”

♥︎ If you ever roll your eyes at her, she’ll grab your jaw, tilt your face up, and say, “Yeah, keep looking at me like that, sweetheart. Let’s see where it gets you.”

♥︎ One time, some guy tried to insult her by saying, “You think you’re hot shit, huh?” and she just leaned in and said, “Nah, but your girl moans like I am.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her you’re tired, she’ll smirk and say, “Yeah? Try being me. I gotta carry this dick around all day.”

♥︎ When she’s in a mood, she’ll grab your waist, pull you close, and whisper, “You wanna make yourself useful, or you just gonna stand there lookin’ pretty?”

♥︎ If you ever try to tease her by saying, “You’re obsessed with me,” she’ll pin you against the nearest surface and say, “Yeah? Then do something about it.”

♥︎ She once knocked a guy out in a bar fight and, while he was unconscious on the floor, she leaned down and whispered, “Tell your mom I said hi.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her to behave, she’ll just grin and say, “Baby, the only time I behave is when I’m making you beg.”

♥︎ One time, she walked into a room, saw you stretching, and muttered, “Damn. Look at you. Flexible and fuckable.”

♥︎ If you ever try to sass her in public, she’ll just lean down and say, “You got a real smart mouth. Bet I could make it dumber.”

♥︎ She refers to her chemtech arm as “The Punisher” when she’s in a nasty mood. If you ask why, she’ll just smirk and say, “Guess you’ll find out later.”

♥︎ If she ever catches you staring at her arms, she’ll flex on purpose and say, “Yeah, yeah. I know. You wanna get tossed around. Say please.”

♥︎ If you ever tell her “I hate you,” she’ll just shrug and say, “Yeah? You moan my name real pretty for someone who hates me.”

♥︎ If she ever overhears someone talking about their relationship problems, she’ll shake her head and mutter, “See, that’s why I just fuck ‘em stupid. No complaints after that.”

♥︎ The first time you call her daddy as a joke, she’ll give you a look so dark and heated that you’ll regret it—until she growls, “Say it again.”