#and so does arcane

[my-unsolicited-thoughts]

arcane loves its women so much and you can just tell. and I love them for that. god bless the women in arcane and their creators

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[guiiay]

yeah... yeah

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[noodles-and-tea]

Some league-playing friends were sad Viktor’s son didn’t make the cut for the show

[polararts]

The guy is also done

[wishfulsketching]

A simple kiss between husbands

[dykesevika]

Happy Holidays!!

Men DNI

Do Not Repost/Use Without Asking+Crediting!!

[lvrstrsh]

i don't think we realize how BIG jayce is i mean his hand is LITERALLY the size of viktor's waist i'm gonna GAHHHSHWHSHSHWHW

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.” ↳ “Is that... singing?”

[onii-pamn]

Big Bug and his wife

Suggestive doodles under vvv

[snoozemoose]

[mangysah]

Hey little man

[shouyuus]

but imagine popstar!reader x vi where you're recording an extra breathy, flirty song, and after a really good take, vi comes in, pulling you into her chest, making you squeal, giggling as she compliments you on your take (the recording studio's long since gotten used to her presence whenever you're recording), but when she kisses ur neck you moan out, whining high just the way she likes, your lashes fluttering.

little do either of you know, the mic's still on by accident, and 6 months later, the web blows up when someone posts an isolated clip from the backing track of your song -- its very clearly you -- moaning and whining, the sound tapering into a sweet little laugh.

and then a woman's sultry voice saying --

"that's right, pretty girl. make that sound again for me, hm?"

[nyxi-pixie]

defending arcane characters is OUT. thinking theyre hot while they make terrible decisions is IN

[baisemains]

Sweet Nectar

sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

contains: dom!sevika, sub!reader, food mention, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, little bit of dirty talk, sevika and reader are married

description: sevika helps herself to a snack after a long day of working around the house, and the way she eats it makes you hope you’re next.

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sevika masterlist

Curled up on your living room couch with your latest book, you’re in full relaxation mode as you wait for Sevika to finish the yard work outside. She’s been working on the garden for the last couple of weekends and this morning, she told you she’d be done by today.

Taking a sip of the lemonade in front of you, the sliding door opens and your eyes flick up to your wife walking in, hoping this means she’s finally finished. Taking off her muddy boots, she strolls over to the kitchen in only her white undershirt and old pair of jeans, both sullied with dirt.

One of the biggest perks of being married to the woman of your dreams is that you’re able to stare at her all you want, and you are taking full advantage right now. All she’s doing is washing her hand in the sink, careful not to wet her prosthetic, but every little movement causes a ripple effect in her back muscles and a twinge in your lower belly.

After a minute or so, she turns towards you, wiping herself off with a towel, and starts informing you of her work in the garden today, letting you know it was finally completed. You don’t register what she’s saying for a few seconds, too engrossed in the way her forearm is flexing as she throws the towel over her shoulder, the slight sheen of sweat over her face capturing all your focus.

Sevika can tell you’re not really paying attention, you’ve let it be known that her doing housework is a big turn on for you, and honestly, she loves it. She knows the effect she has on you and is soaking it up, feeling the intensity of your gaze all over her.

Continuing her one sided conversation, she turns to the fruit bowl on the counter, looking for a snack and decides on a perfectly ripe orange. Pulling out the wooden cutting board from the lower cabinet, she grabs a knife and slices the orange into four wedges, not having the patience to peel it. She asks you about the book you’re reading as she raises a juicy piece to her mouth, and the sight has your reply fading into a sigh.

Her tongue ever so softly pokes out, catching the corner as she begins applying force and separating it from the peel. Catching it between her teeth, she pulls until the edible portion is sitting between her lips and bites down, juice dribbling down her chin to her neck.

The view is unnecessarily erotic and you squeeze your legs together, suddenly becoming desperate for friction. Your wife resumes eating her snack like nothing is happening, now looking at you expectantly because you still haven’t answered her. When she sees how blown your pupils are, she really begins taking her time, locking eyes with you as more and more fluid covers her face and hand.

By the time she’s done, you’re holding your breath in fear a moan will slip out. The sight of a sweaty Sevika looking at you like she wants to eat you next is too much. Throwing her trash away, she decides not to clean herself off, instead slowly walking over and standing right in front of you. Your legs start parting on their own accord and a knowing smile settles on her face.

“Did you hear what I asked you, baby?”

Looking up at her with hooded eyes and a slightly parted mouth, you don’t even try to pretend you’re not horny as hell. Shaking your head, she leans down, placing her hands on either side of your hips, squeezing the fabric of the couch.

“Mm. Any reason why?”

That causes you to roll your eyes a bit. She loves hearing you talk her up, it boosts her ego like nothing else in the world. You know this, but decide to play dumb for a moment, wanting to tease her the way she did you.

“Not really. Just kinda zoned out.”

“Is that so?”

Sevika then closes some of the distance between you two, noses centimeters apart.

“Didn’t have anything to do with the way you were watching me?”

Your eyes flick down to her lips, seeing that the juice from the aforementioned fruit is still covering the bottom half of her face. It gives you flashbacks to similar activities and almost causes your resolve to break. Inhaling, you slowly lean down, letting the tip of your tongue lick from her chin to her bottom lip, hearing a deep groan.

“Maybe.”

Wasting no more time, Sevika captures your lips in a deep kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist, causing her shirt to slightly rise. The two of you settle into a slow but intense rhythm, tongues sliding against each other and you taste the citrus on hers. Your hands move to rest in her hair and you eventually tug, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes open. Deciding that she can take advantage of the space, she starts winding you up.

“If I don’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, angel.”

A whine escapes you, and when you try to close the distance, Sevika backs away just out of reach. Scoffing, you try to pull her to you instead but she’s as strong as she looks and doesn’t move an inch.

“I’m not jealous of an orange Sev, I just, I wanna kiss you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. I just want you to admit it.”

Whining, you know she’s not gonna kiss you until you give her what she wants, and at this point, your ego is the last thing you care about.

“Fine, I want you to eat me the way you were eating the damn fruit, happy?”

A wicked grin spread across your wife’s face, and you sigh in relief, knowing you’re finally getting somewhere.

“Ecstatic.”

She dips down again, slotting your mouth against yours and a satisfied hum leaves you. After a few minutes of that, the heat between your legs makes itself known and you know you need more.

“Sev, baby, I, ah…”

Her fingers slip beneath your waistband, dragging through your folds before she raises them to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watch the way her eyes shut, how her tongue caresses every inch of skin, and you know you’re the luckiest person in the world. She somehow always anticipates what you need before you can even say it, and you’re getting wetter by the second.

“I know, let me.”

Pushing a finger into you, your back arches off the couch, feeling her pump into you at an even pace. Knuckle deep, she pulls almost all the way out before adding a second one and you’re now grinding down onto her hand, feeling the heel of her palm adding pressure to your clit.

“That feels so good, please.”

Your response was all she needed to hear and a wave of arousal shoots through her veins. The sight of you squirming beneath her, cheeks flushed and clothes in disarray, is everything she wants to see. She captures your lips, kissing you with an urgency she knows you crave.

"Fuck, baby."

She murmurs against your lips, voice low and husky. Her fingers move a bit faster as you moan softly into her mouth. Sevika knows you like the back of her hand and has you writhing in no time.

"Let me hear you."

She’s always loved how sensitive you are. Just the sound of her voice is enough to turn you on but the effect is amplified when she adds that rough edge to it. Your fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt, pulling her down until you’re able to bury your head in the crook of her neck. You let out a shaky breath, lips grazing the underside of her jaw before they rest lightly against her pulse point.

“Sev,” you whine, “I’m close, please, I need you.”

Your desperate voice begging for her is like music to Sevika’s ears. She picks up the pace, grinding her palm down harshly against your clit. You cry out, hips bucking up to meet her hand and your grip tightens on her.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her free hand lifts from the couch and cups your jaw, maneuvering you so she can capture your mouth in another kiss. You’re on the edge of climax, whimpering into her mouth as Sevika keeps her relentless pace, and when she feels you clench around her, she knows it’s time.

“Cum for me.”

Your brain short circuits, and when she commands you like that, you have no choice but to obey. You bite onto her shoulder to muffle the scream ripping through your throat and your entire body tenses up, legs shaking wildly.

She guides you through your high, slowing her fingers but not stopping until you’re back to laying on the couch. She pulls them out, and before you can protest, presses them to your mouth. You moan softly, wrapping your lips around the digits and tasting yourself. Sevika groans, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?”

Blinking down at her, it takes a second for your eyes to focus but then you see the care in your wife’s eyes and you gently nod.

“I’m amazing.”

Pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, Sevika leans forward and begins lifting your shirt.

“Good, cause I’m not done yet.”

She gets rid of your shorts and underwear next, peeling the last layer away slowly and watching the strings of cum stretch until they break. Leaving you completely bare, she pushes your legs apart, seeing the mess you made and audibly groaning.

“Fucking hell.”

Kneeling onto the ground, she grabs each of your thighs in her hands, careful not to be too rough with her prosthetic. Your eyes watch her the entire way, heartbeat thumping with anticipation. Dragging her nose along your inner thigh, the smell that hits her makes her mouth water, and she knows she’s about to enjoy this.

Bumping your clit with her nose causes you to let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from the first round only moments ago. Smiling at your reaction, she makes sure you’re looking at her when she envelops her full lips around it and sucks.

Every touch feels like electricity pulsing through you. Sevika’s eyes never leave yours, watching you closely for any sign that it’s too much, but every twitch and shudder just spurs her on more. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs and her mouth is relentless against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Those words are all you can seem to utter, over and over again, as she begins to work your swollen clit in circles with her tongue, alternating between long, slow laps and quick, pointed suctions.

She can feel your fingers curling in her hair again. It doesn’t hurt, not at all, but the action lets Sevika know how good this feels, how badly you want it. When she’s in this state, she lives for you like this, wrecked beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s locked on your gaze again, feeling you quiver above her.

"You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you, angel? So desperate and needy.”

Nodding rapidly, you sit up a couple minutes later and it takes everything in you to lightly push your wife away.

“Wait, Sev.”

Not expecting that at all, she backs away and looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Is It too much, are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just, I need to see you, can you take off your shirt?”

Realizing what you were getting at, she smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

She reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of her undershirt and pulling it off effortlessly before dropping it to the floor. Her upper body is on full display, and you get all the time you want to greedily roam over every defined muscle.

Your eyes trail from her broad shoulders, down to her full breasts, decorated with the nipple piercings she surprised you with one day. Looking lower, you count each individual ab, her belly button piercing catching the light just right, and bringing your gaze to the thick happy trail that disappears into her jeans. You could cum just from this sight alone.

"Better?”

Glancing up at her, you see the cockiness displayed on her face clear as day, and it is so well deserved. Nodding, you reach up and grip her chin, bringing her into a sloppy kiss before shoving her head down between your legs again. She wastes no time getting back to where she was, treating you like her last meal on earth.

Looking down at your new view, you audibly moan, seeing the blissful look on Sevika’s face and being able to watch her naked back at the same has you inching closer and closer to the edge. Scratching your nails along her shoulders, she moans into you and the vibration has you humping her face.

“I’m close, Sev, just a little more.”

Before you can even tell her what you need, she reaches a hand up and begins playing with your nipple, pulling and squeezing and rolling it.

“Yes! Oh you’re so good to me, baby, fuck.”

Grinding into her face now, Sevika shoves her tongue inside of you and starts reaching for your most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over until you can’t take it anymore. When you start whining ah, ah, ah, she knows you’re about to tip over and takes her hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it until she feels your body tense up.

The band in your stomach snaps and you flood Sevika’s face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. By the time you’re done, your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants. Sevika slowly pulls away, giving you a chance to come down from your high before gently cleaning you up her tongue, not letting anything go to waste.

When she’s finished, she moves to sit next to you, carefully pulling you into her arms. Wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand, she looks incredibly pleased with herself, and you can see just how much she’s loving your current state of bliss.

A satisfied hum leaves her chest as she holds you close, letting you nuzzle into her neck. One of her hands drifts down to stroke your side, feeling the shiver when her fingers graze along your ribs. She loves being able to touch you like this, comfortable in the intimacy of the moment. You’re draped over her, completely spent, and she’s still on alert in case you need anything.

“How was that?”

Shaking your head, you gently bite the corner of her jaw.

“Delicious.”

Sevika smiles at that and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah? Cause you definitely taste better than that orange, I promise you.”

That gets a laugh out of you, pressing your face into her neck as you slap her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking annoying, I swear,” you tell her with a smile.

Letting your eyes roam, they land on Sevika’s chest, sweaty and slightly heaving. You know she’s worked up, especially after two rounds, and she looks enticing as ever. Needing to return the favor, you lean up and whisper into her ear.

“What do you say…we take this to the room?”

Sliding your hand across her stomach, you curl a finger into the hair there and start playing with her waistband. She looks over at you, pupils widening as she bites her lower lip.

“That sounds good.”

Thinking for a second, you cup her chin, slowly licking into her mouth before standing up and walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

While you continue down the hallway, Sevika sits frozen on the couch, taken aback by how quickly you turned the tables on her. Once she recovers, she sprints after you, catching up and throwing you over her shoulder, your giggles being heard through the rest of the house.

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