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bribinart · 8 days ago
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medieval au because i'm so normal about them
(prints!)
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g-vlssz · 1 day ago
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I'm curious 🤔 what song would she be playing or what song matches Punk Sevika energy better
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hattersarts · 4 days ago
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sevika/ambessa commissions for jeangreysmask on twitter
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lithiumlocket · 3 days ago
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Sevika doodles as some of my insta followers requested :>
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leiyanzyves · 2 days ago
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—ARCANE WOMAN, YOU SITTING ON THEIR FACE
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Vi—
Begged for it the first time, like the cocky brat she is.
She grabs your thighs and buries herself between them like she’s starved.
Loves being overpowered by your hips grinding on her face—gets off on it.
Will moan into you and slap your ass to urge you on. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”
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Jinx—
Thrilled when you sit on her face. Like she won a prize.
Doesn’t want you hovering—wants you sitting. Smother her.
She’ll giggle between licks and talk nonsense while making you fall apart.
“Drown me, I’m good for it!”
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Caitlyn—
Usually composed, but when you take control like that? Shook.
She’ll keep her hands politely on your hips but her eyes are locked on you.
Worships you with her mouth, like every moan is a devotion.
Will definitely kiss your thighs after. “You taste divine.”
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Mel Medarda—
Encouraged you to try it in the most elegant way possible.
Lies back with that serene smile, like she already knows she’s about to ruin you with her tongue.
Holds your hand while you grind on her face—classy but filthy.
“Darling, don’t be shy. Let go for me.”
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Sevika—
Growled “get up here” and yanked you into position.
Doesn’t just eat you out—devours you. Deep, rough, no mercy.
You try to lift up when it gets too intense? She pins you back down.
“I said sit. Don’t run now.”
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Ambessa Medarda—
Commanded you to ride her face once—and now she craves it.
She’ll lie back with arms behind her head, looking up at you like a queen under her empress.
Growls praises as you rock against her mouth. “Yes… take what you want from me”
You coming on her face? That’s her new religion.
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dykesevika · 3 days ago
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“She is SCARY!”
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this is her btw
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spectraling · 4 days ago
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Robot arm havers and enthusiasts unite
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polkadotzzzz · 3 days ago
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listen. farmer sevika! who's in her late 40's, 300 pounds of pure woman, and always talking to the sheep in that baby voice of hers, gets a rude awakening when the spoiled little rich girl is forced to get a summer job on her farm!!!!
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thegothicchangeling · 4 days ago
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"aw, shit, I'm not trained for this" ahhh look
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bbybhr · 3 days ago
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♡•°You look too good for your own good°•♡
or arcane women reaction to you dolled up for them (warning: reader has make-up on)
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Ambessa
Ambessa’s breath would catch in her lungs, impracticably, yet a strong reaction. her eyes would sweep over your form slow, missing nothing. The colour of the clothing, the style, the colour of your lips and the blush on your cheeks.
She prides herself on having exquisite taste, and seeing you embody that, looking more magnificent than ever, for her, fills her with a deep sense of pride, more than usual.
While tempted to keep you all to herself, say damn with the occasion and just take you there and than... showing you off is also appealing! Although it's a test for her patience... patience is a tool that she wields effectively, tonight though... the desire to touch, to kiss, would be a tangible force simmering beneath her calm exterior.
Your're warning her that she shouldn’t kiss you and smudge your makeup? She'd likely kiss you anyway, perhaps with a low murmur about reapplying it later. The immediate gratification often wins, especially when driven by such potent appreciation. Her kisses would be more possessive, staking her claim before you leave.
"Patience is a virtue... but you test it severely looking like that." She will say, her voice low, a protest to how you weaken her patience before pulling you in for a demanding kiss.
She might gift you a piece of jewelry right there, she was planing to give it to you later that night, but deciding that it would complements your look perfectly she would fasten it herself with lingering touches.
She would take your sight in, once more ,after the jewels claim their place on your body. a slow smile spreading. "Magnificent. You embody beauty as you embody strength, my dove." She will whisper into your ear. Lovingly.
"Tonight, all eyes will be on you... and they will know you are mine." She will add, her tough lingering on your neck, soft, grounding.
You step out, ready for the exclusive Noxian gala Ambessa is taking you to. You’ve spent hours preparing, dressed in a stunning clothing she had commissioned for you. Ambessa stands waiting, resplendent in her own formidable attire. She turns as you approach, and her usual sharp focus softens into something deeper, stunned, though her posture remains imperious. Her gaze travels down your body and back up, slow and appreciative. "Truly," she breathes, stepping forward, her presence commanding the air around you. She reaches out, her fingers lingering against your skin. "You eclipse the stars themselves." A ghost of a smile plays on her lips as her gaze drifts down to your mouth.you smile up at her. "Perfection. Though," her thumb brushes your painted lip, a possessive glint in her eyes, "this might not last the journey." She leans in before you could protest, or warn her to not ruin your lipstick... She kisses you, a deep, possessive claiming that leaves you breathless, not caring in the slightest about your meticulously applied lipstick. She pulls back slightly, eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and triumph. Her gaze lingers on you for another moment, a genuine awe softening the possessiveness in her expression. "Turn around," she murmurs, her voice a low command, "Let me admire my conquest...hmm...They will envy me tonight."
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Sevika
She'd likely give you a slow, deliberate once-over, maybe raising an eyebrow or letting out a low, almost inaudible whistle. she won't stammer or blush outwardly, but the intensity in her gaze betrays her, telling you everything you need to know.
Internally? System overload. Externally? A smug smirk might appear. "Well damn... you worth the trouble tonight" The gruff compliment is high praise from her. But her yearning mostly translates into needing to touch.
Patience isn't her strong suit when desire hits. Seeing you looking like this would spike her possessiveness. She'd want to immediately pull you close, maybe back you against a wall, reinforcing her claim before anyone else gets to see you.
She absolutely would kiss you, makeup be damned. impulse override aesthetics. If anything, the slightly smudged look might appeal to her more!... evidence of her touch. The kiss would be hard, demanding, staking her claim.
Her hand would be constantly on you... running her thumb over your clothed body or hip, a silent gesture that promise more...to both of you.
You emerge ready for a rare night out, maybe trying to blend in at a slightly less grimy Undercity establishment than the Last Drop. You’ve made an effort... clean clothes that fit well, even eyeshadow around your eyes. Sevika's waiting, leaning against a corroded pipe infront of your door, looking unimpressed with the world as usual. Her gaze flicks towards you, then stops, doing a slow, thorough appraisal. Her usual cynical expression shifts almost imperceptibly, a flicker of heat in her grey eyes. A low grunt escapes her, followed by a slow, smug smirk. "What a sight" she says gruffly, pushing off the wall and stalking towards you. She stops right in front of you, close enough to feel the heat from her body. Her flesh hand comes up, thumb brushing against your cheekbone "you look too...distracting tonight" Without further warning, she grabs your jacket, pulling you into a bruising kiss that tastes like cheap spirits and possessiveness. She forces herself to pull back, eyes dark. "Gods that's going to be a hell of a night for me..." but seriously the one in trouble is you, after the night is over.
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Grayson
Grayson would be genuinely floored. Her usual composure might crack into a wide, appreciative smile, maybe even a moment of speechlessness. She sees the effort and feels incredibly special that it's for her.
Expect heartfelt compliments delivered in her signature raspy voice. She’s not shy about expressing admiration for you.
She adores the sight of you everyday as is...but seeing you like this, she just can't help herself but stare. While the temptation to stay in would be strong, she's a woman of control.
But she'd definitely kiss you, and that she can't control. She'd probably apologize afterwards, even though she doesn't mean it,you know it because she continues it, even after her apology.
The kiss would be full of warmth, passion, and sheer adoration.
"Wow... , you look... absolutely breathtaking." She would say her eyes lingering all over, trying to take in everything she can.
You're ready for your date. perhaps a rare evening at a respectable Piltover restaurant. You put extra care into your appearance, wanting to match the effort Grayson always puts in. She arrives at your door, looking sharp in her off-duty attire. When you open the door, her polite greeting dies on her lips. Her green eyes widen, sweeping over you with undisguised admiration. A slow, genuine smile lights up her face. "Good evening, Sheriff," you tease. "Goodness," she voices softly, stepping closer and gently taking your hand, raising it for a light kiss to your knuckles, her gaze never leaving your face. "You look... stunning. Truly. I'm the luckiest woman in Piltover tonight." She leans in, cupping your cheek. "Forgive me," she murmurs, before kissing you deeply, full of warmth and appreciation. She pulls back, slightly breathless. "Okay. Now, as much as I hate to stop there...but, shall we?" She offers you her arm.
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kirammansbow · 6 days ago
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lunettethinking · 3 days ago
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sevika who loves feisty women because they know how to put up a fight when she says things like "don't wear that outside." "what are you gonna do about it?" of course, she's gonna fuck you about it... but she loves the fire.
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onlyvika · 9 days ago
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The brats are only little for so long. Hold em close while you can.
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julie-art-o6 · 4 days ago
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Sevika fanart! I was too busy to draw or post anything🥲🥲
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miracleboylene · 3 days ago
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some lestvika for me and the other 3 shippers
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