#silco finally gets to be normal!!!!!! finally!!!!!!

[eriochromatic]

The greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive.

VANDER SILCO ENJOYERS HOW WE DOING TONIGHT 🥳🥳🥳

[honey-tongued-devil]

Alright, updating you like you’re my diary: against all odds, I posted a self-insert/yumeship post with Silco on Twitter, and it actually did numbers. So now I’ve been given the green light, and I’m free to be embarrassing.

The year of our Lord 2025—I can draw self-inserts again. It’s socially acceptable once more.

[spxllcxstxr]

Mornings • S

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hello✨ I would like to ask a morning routine with Silco (head cannons or fanfic or a little bit of both, whatever you’re comfortable with, I don’t mind). Just describe how his routine changed after s/o appeared in his life or someone like this. With the best wishes and patiently waiting for the answer 🌚🫰-- anon

Summary: Silco adjusts to no longer living alone

Warnings: gn!reader raised in the undercity, established relationship though first time living with each other, food/drink mention, reformed bachelor silco doesn't know what breakfast is nor self-care lmao

Word Count: 962

A.N: Wrote this with young silco in mind because, let's be honest here, he's a bit more put together than his older self lmao. I'm also a sucker for longterm love so like, this is the first of many mornings you would experience with him ykwim lmao, first time writing silco! Enjoy!!!

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The palm of Silco's hand is warm against your skin when your eyes open. It's still dark outside but the murky green hue of his bedroom windows offer you dim light.

Deep snores and faint whimpers emit from the man next to you, dark brows furrowed in his sleep. You dip your head down to kiss his forehead, hand running through his long hair at the same time. The tension eases from his pale face almost instantaneously. You smile at his sleeping form, now finally peaceful.

Moments later you quietly shift the covers from over top your body, placing Silco's hand beside him as well. He shifts at your movement, the mattress springs creaking underneath his bodyweight.

Growing up in the Undercity stressed the importance of rationing and saving food, meaning the three square meals a day the citizens of Piltover were used to were normally cut out altogether. Since then, however, Zaun’s food supply and imports had drastically improved and that along with your decent job wages, meals like breakfast had become important to you.

Cooking for two would be a change, certainly, but a welcomed one.

The chill in the air engulfs you as you move from the bedroom to the kitchen, which causes a slight shiver to move down your spine.

Yawning, you flick the light switch on. The sharpness of the yellow-white overhead light in the kitchen causes you to wince. The contrast of the brightness, or lack thereof, forces you to wake up a bit faster than you wished.

The light reveals a cluttered kitchen—not cluttered with pots and pans, but with various pieces of scrap metal and rusted screws. The counterspace is littered with schematics and maps of both Piltover and the Undercity.

Silco was usually a tidy man, his space at the Last Drop was well organized along with all of the other tiny rooms in the apartment. Clearly, the kitchen was not a space he frequented enough for his attention to be drawn to it.

Cracking your knuckles, you start shifting things over and away from the stovetop. You take everything flamible and place it precariously on an equally messy table.

After rummaging through the icebox, you discover a carton of mostly cracked or broken eggs, which were better than nothing. Getting straight to the point, you bring them over to the counterspace near the stovetop, which you light with one of Silco's lighters. The fire crackles to life, heating the pan above it.

"What in the world are you doing?"

You look behind you, pan still in hand. Silco stands behind you, leaning against the threshold to the little kitchen. His long dark hair hands loosely over his shoulders, fringe dangling messily over his face. Silco yawns, exhaustion still hanging over him.

The simplicity of his figure is a lot more attractive than it realistically should be. A red shirt is tight over his slim frame, causing your face to heat up. You're tempted to forego breakfast altogether in favor for grabbing your boyfriend by the hand and dragging him back to bed. He just looks that good.

But your stomach grumbles and your routine demands to be followed so you push that thought to the back of your mind, determined to act on it later.

His blue eyes take in the sight before him, you, still clad in your sleepwear with a small flame haphazardly lit underneath a small pan he doesn't recognize. Silco's brows are quirked up in confusion.

"Good morning to you too, darling..." You tease, rolling your eyes. Silco smirks, making your heart skip another beat. "And I'm making breakfast. Like a normal person."

"Breakfast? This kitchen hasn't seen the light of day since I've holed up here." His voice is raspy and deeper than usual. Blue eyes quickly scan over the room before landing back on your own. "As you could probably tell."

You nod in agreement, turning back to the task in front of you and the questionable carton of eggs off to the side.

"And I've been eating breakfast for years, so that's going to change now that I'm here."

"Is that so?" His voice is laced with a teasing curiosity that draws him towards you.

Silco stands behind you, breath just barely tickling the back of your neck. You feel his eyes carefully following your hands as they crack eggs on the edge of the pan. Steam rises as they sizzle against the hot surface.

You hum as you watch the whites of the egg turn opaque. It isn't any song in particular, just something you vaguely remember hearing at sone point in your life.

"I'm not used to this, dearest; this...domesticity," Silco mutters in your ear, this tip of his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of the crook of you neck.

"Maybe that's why you're so skinny." You tease, leaning into his touch. Briefly your eyelids flutter shut before returning to the unpredictable stovetop.

"Hm, maybe so." You feel his small smile against your skin. "If we were running on my routine, we'd already be out the door with a lukewarm coffee in hand."

With the eggs finished, you scrape them onto a freshly rinsed plate with a vaguely spatula-shaped item. Shopping for at least some sort of kitchen utensils was something you needed to do in order to make this place livable for someone other than your beloved Silco.

"Well this is your new routine, dear," You reply, placing a kiss to his cheek. "And you will love it."

With one hand placed on his waist and the other holding onto the plate of breakfast, you smile, almost like you're asking for him to challenge you on this. Instead, his eyes settle on your yours, signature smirk growing.

"I'm sure I will."

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[am-i-interrupting]

Arcane omega verse fic NEOWOOOOOOWWWWW

General headcanons: Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Lest, Sevika, Silco, Viktor

Caitlyn

She is an omega.

She constantly, consistently is defying what people think that means for her. Namely by joining the Enforcers.

She takes hormone supplements.

She only has heat once a year instead of the normal four times a year because of this.

She knows it’s coming because she starts to nest. She also starts getting very clingy.

Constant nuzzling in your neck to scent you.

She has a fairly high sex drive anyway but it goes from a delight to more of a need.

One day every year, she’ll wake up drowsy and hot and see you about to leave. She’ll immediately jump into action and grab your collar.

“No, stay.”

She won’t give you time to answer, just pushes you up against the wall and starts kissing you with a need.

Hooks her leg around yours so she can bend your knee and grind against it.

Ekko

An alpha.

He is not anywhere near close to the aggressive alpha stereotype.

He’s so sweet at all times.

He will find himself subconsciously rubbing his wrist against your neck though.

He’s not possessive. Not even when near his rut.

He’ll want you close to him but he always does.

He always asks if you want to stay with him during his rut, he never assumes.

If you need some distance, that’s fine.

He will request some clothes of yours though.

If you stay, he’s absolutely delighted.

He’d be happy even if you stayed and didn’t have sex with him, just letting him look at you while he strokes himself off.

Jinx

Omega.

She constantly steals your clothes so she’s covered in your scent.

She had a period of years where her depression and anxiety and all her other mental health issues caused her to stop showing any signs of any type of secondary sex.

For years it was assumed she was a beta.

She presented late. Very late. Not until a couple months into being Isha’s guardian did she present.

Which, made sense in a way.

She finally felt stable, with a reliable support system. She was nesting which she hadn’t done since before the explosion.

Isha gets dropped off with Sevika during her heats.

She is jumpy and excited during her heats. Not a moment of stillness. She will run you dry.

Even when you’re done, she’s sitting on your dick (fake or real) just for the feel of closeness, lazily doing circles around her clit as she kissed your skin and whispers for you to go to sleep. She’s fine. She’s got this.

Expect very horny dreams though because she’s staying on your dick the entire time you’re asleep.

Lest

Beta.

It helps her with her job to remain ambiguous.

She’s able to rub on fake hormone sticks against her skin and fur and deliver whatever her clients need.

If you’re an omega or alpha though, she’s taking a break from work sex in order to focus on the sex she prefers.

She’s purring the entire time.

So much praise from her but also some degradation, just playful though unless you’re into that.

It surprises her though that when she offers to put on hormones you tell her no. You don’t want her scent to be covered.

In no one’s presence but her own, she slumps with the knowledge that for once, someone doesn’t want her to put on some act.

Sevika

Omega.

Not what one would suspect but don’t let it fool you.

Upon first look, one would suspect her to be an alpha but they don’t know her like you do.

Yes, you are the arm candy, sitting in her lap like it’s a thrown while she’s gambling and smoking a blunt or cigar and you definitely smell more of her than she does of you but she’s possessive.

Her heats are something to behold.

She is grabbing you and pinning you against a wall, waiting for you to turn it around on her.

She loves it when you push her down and start biting on her skin, hard enough to leave her skin bruised and sore.

Silco

A beta.

He’s supposes that it’s because he needs to constantly remain level headed.

He envied Vander when he was younger of his alpha status but as he matured, he saw it as a blessing.

He was not forced to be motivated by emotions or bodily needs. He didn’t need to take a week off every three months because he needed to mate.

What a horrific fate.

If you presented as either of those, he pitied you. Truly.

Now, he wasn’t going to be with you the entire time. He had things to do, he was a busy man.

However, he would stop in occasionally to tease you, degrade you.

Viktor

Alpha.

Viktor often felt inferior to other alphas when he first presented. He wasn’t physically capable.

Then, as he grew so did his definition of words.

It never truly sunk in until the moment you called him a good alpha and he was.

He was a bit flippant with his own needs but for yours? He never faltered.

He was always aware of the slightest change in you, physically or mentally.

Not always aware of how to help, he was no stranger to asking you for what you needed in the moment from him.

His declining physical health didn’t allow him to go into ruts on a regular basis. He was lucky to get one a year.

That didn’t mean, he didn’t take off if you went into a heat or rut because he did. He would be right beside you for it, even if he couldn’t keep up with your stamina.

What he could do was make you breakfast and make sure you were staying properly hydrated.

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika with a soft dom partner

synopsis: when people take a look at sevika they would never assume she’s the submissive type. she’s domineering, headstrong and when she walks through a crowd people always move out of her way. she’s not the type to beg or to be needy, people normally think that of you - her nice, doting partner who’s the complete opposite of her. but oh, how wrong they are.

tags: sub!sevika, soft dom!reader, vaginal fingering, usage of collars, praise kink, mommy kink, tribbing.

note: I have a confession… I’m a sub!sevika truther. SEVIKA AS A SUB IS JUST SO HOT TO ME I’M SORRY like the girls who get it, GET IT. I honestly can’t get it out of my head. you just KNOW she’s the type to whimper-[GUNSHOTS]

sevika is a very feared woman. that much was obvious.

you have to be an idiot to mess with her. she was hired by silco for a reason and when someone needs to go down and get their hands bloody, she’s the one who gets called in every single time.

she doesn’t squirm away from violence thus earning her nickname as zaun’s ‘scary lady’ and she’s stayed true to that title especially in the work field - so it’s only safe to assume her relationships aren’t much different.

when you two got together, people snickered at how painstakingly different you both were. while sevika walked around like she owned the place, you always made a point to be accommodating and to have a warm presence around others, never wanting to come across as mean or unapproachable.

her peers have poked fun at her about the relationship, saying to take it easy on you:

“she seems like a sweet girl. you better make sure not to scare her away, sevika. how she took one look at you and had not gotten intimidated is a mystery.” oh, but little do they know.

it honestly makes you laugh, because while others cower away at the mere sight of her, they’ll never really know how your partner is behind closed doors. but at the same time it was a blessing, getting to see her for who she really is as soon as she steps through the doors of your shared apartment and it’s just you two.

at work, she’s ruthless and always brooding. but by the time she comes back home and sees you on the couch waiting for her, it’s like a light switch has been turned off.

and the next thing you know, she’s kneeling on the floor beside you with her head on your lap.

you hummed, setting down the book you were just reading as sevika hugged your legs. you combed through her short silky hair and glided your fingers through her scalp “how was work today, honey?” you asked in a soft voice that made sevika’s spine tingle.

she sighed, looking up at you with her big, tired eyes and a small frown on her face.

“exhausting. I just wanted to come home but silco had me running over the lanes and take over the assembly with the chembarons. I’m so spent.” she groaned, nuzzling her face deeper into the plush of your thighs.

you cooed, sitting up straight as you took her face in your hands “poor thing.” your thumb stroked her scarred cheek, she sighed and leaned into your touch.

“you’ve been so hard at work lately, haven’t you?” you muttered, peppering kisses down her neck.

“do you want me to take the edge off?” you suggested, your lips brushing over the shell of her ear.

a shiver shot right through her at your enticing words “yes please,”

if you were to disclose the actual dynamics in your relationship to either friends or colleagues, they’d look at you like you were crazy. because in what world would sevika act clingy and touch starved? well, to only you, apparently.

they’d never think that you were capable of bringing the older woman down to her knees, but what they didn’t know is that your partner is tired. tired of having to take care of everyone’s bullshit for them, tired of always being the one to blame for every mishap at work, and tired of being the one to always clean up after people.

she’s exhausted of being the one who gets all the burden dropped on her shoulders.

so when she finally gets to escape the stress of her job, she doesn’t want to be the one doing all the work in the bedroom either.

and you’ve understood that. more than actually and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a blessing.

because who could say that they were lucky enough like you are now as sevika stares up at you with her glossy eyes and hands folded behind her back, kneeling on the floor beside your bed as you stood in front of her. fastening the leather collar on her neck, not too tight but snug enough to make her breath hitch.

you smiled, your fingers gliding delicately over her chin as you held it up.

“my beautiful sevika,” you said which made her heart flutter “if you could see yourself right now… my god.”

because she really was a sight. pliant, naked and needy as she knelt on the floor waiting for your signal on what to do next.

“open your mouth for me,” you said with just enough authority in your tone.

she did as you asked without question and you wasted no time slipping two of your fingers in, feeling the warm muscle of her tongue swirling against your nimble fingers and she closed her eyes at the feeling of her mouth being stuffed.

you thrusted them in and out of her mouth at a languid pace, biting your lip at the sight of your tall and broad girlfriend taking your fingers in her mouth like a whore. once you noticed she was drooling by the corners of her mouth, you slowly pulled your fingers out. making her whine at the loss.

you gave her a faux pout “don’t worry, honey. we’re just getting started.”

you pointed to the bed “now lay down for me, and spread your legs.”

the leash of the collar dangled in your other hand as you tugged on it softly to help her get up. she followed suit without any complaints and once she laid on the bed with her back flat on the mattress, you kneeled down on the middle of her legs and ran a hand down her inner thighs.

she lets out a shaky breath at your teasing behavior but makes no move to complain, she knows this is just how you are and that the fun was just about to get started.

“wider, sev.” you ordered and she instantly parted her legs.

what greeted you made you take in a deep breath. her brown glistening folds drooled with slick and her puffy clit was swollen, begging to be touched. and to think you haven’t even done anything yet here she was, practically soaking the sheets.

“such a pretty cunt, sev.” you sounded damn near drunk and sevika couldn’t help but shy away from your scrutinizing gaze, her cheeks warm and she swears you’re the only person who could bring this side out of her.

you reached down and started thumbing her wet folds with the fingers you had stuck down her throat just seconds ago as sevika threw her head back and begun writhing at the slow pace of which you pumped your fingers in and out of her.

you shuffled closer and dropped the leash on the bed so you can knead her heavy breast in your hand. you leaned down and took her pebbled nipple in your mouth and began swirling your tongue, causing her to let out an obscene moan.

your fingers began to pick up pace and the wet squelching of her drooling cunt filled the air and she couldn’t help but grind desperately down on your fingers, whining and whimpering like a needy slut and you looked up at her, eyes clouded with lust.

the view you were met with was sinful, her mouth dropped open and her eyes were squeezed shut as sweat dripped down between the valley of her breasts that jostled as you thrusted in and out of her.

“you feel that, honey? you feel the way your dripping down my hand and making a mess?” she whimpered at your words “you’ve been waiting for this the whole day, weren’t you?”

she nodded “yes,”

you tilted your head, pulling your mouth away from her erect nipple.

“yes what?” you echoed with a teasing grin and she knew where this was going.

“… yes, mommy.”

you smiled, curling your fingers inside her spongy walls and she arched her back “that’s a good girl,” she started panting heavily, and you immediately noticed the telltale signs of her impending orgasm “you close?”

she nodded again, more frantically “y-yes, fuck, so fucking close.”

you sped up the pace of your fingers and she nearly damn near went cross eyed, moaning so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors heard but it didn’t matter especially when sevika looked this heavily in front you. chasing down her release with such fervor and urgency.

“that’s it, baby. cum on my fingers. be a good little slut for mommy and soak them.”

that finally did it for her, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave and she gripped the sheets tightly her knuckles almost turned white. she lets out a broken sob when your relentless pace didn’t stop and you can tell by the way she was clawing at you she was beginning to feel overstimulated.

“mommy please… too much.” she pleaded and you let out a hum.

“okay, okay, baby. I’m sorry.” you chuckled as you pulled your fingers out, lifting them and sucking her cum clean off as she watched you, her cheeks red.

you slowly crawled up and captured her lips with your own. she groaned at the taste of herself on your tongue and you gave her some time to recharge while you reached behind your back and unclasped the hook of your bra.

she pulled away and gawked at the sight of your tits as you sat up, shimmying out of your underwear next and you picked up the neglected leash on the bed and pulled.

“are you ready to make mommy feel good, honey?” you asked and she nodded.

“yes, yes, please. use me, mommy. please I want it so bad.” you could’ve came right here and there at the desperate way she was looking at your sopping folds, she looked enthralled.

you shuffled closer and slotted your legs together, trying to find the perfect angle and once you did, you brushed your puffy clit against hers and sevika’s eyes almost rolled at the back of her head at the sensation.

you teased her by rocking back and forth slowly, gathering both of your slicks until your cum dripped down her thighs and sevika could’ve almost cried.

“please mommy… no more teasing.” she whined and you let out a raspy chuckle.

“shhh, baby. I’m just taking my time.” you said until finally you decided to take pity on her, dropping down so your cunt slid and swallowed hers, making you both let out a broken moan at the euphoric feeling.

the squelching sounds were downright filthy, her cum mixing with yours as you rubbed your pussy against hers and wasted no time picking up the pace as you gripped the leash much tighter and pulled.

the feeling of her neck getting lightly choked made her mind fuzzy, along with the feeling of your pussy repeatedly dragging against hers that she didn’t know how much longer she could take before she came again.

“that’s it, honey. oh my god.” you moaned as the sliding of your pussies became more and more slippery. looking down as you examined the creamy mess both of you created and the second sevika sensed your ministrations slowing she didn’t hesitate on aiding you with your bouncing.

gripping your hips as she frantically started slamming you down on her clit, making you sob.

“feels so fucking good, mommy. I love your pussy so much. feels so fucking good against mine, cum on me, please. I need it so bad.”

“yeah?” you said, your breathing labored “you want mommy to make a mess out of this needy cunt?”

the feverish sounds of wet skin smacking against wet skin encouraged you to go rougher, along with sevika’s broken cries as she felt another orgasm building up.

“I-I’m gonna cum, mommy. holy shit.” her pace became more frantic and the headboard banged against the wall as sevika impatiently chased her release “mommy, I’m gonna cum, fuck, please-“

“that’s it, baby. cum with me. make a mess out of this fucking pussy.” you told her and that’s all it took for sevika to pour into you, all sticky and warm as she bucked her hips against your own, not nearly as satisfied yet until she was on another brink of overstimulation.

you groaned, allowing her to use you for her pleasure “that’s it, honey…” you leaned down and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, her pace finally faltering “that’s my sweet, strong woman. so good to mommy always.”

she sighed and you kissed her temple, turning her head so her lips met yours “thank you, mommy.”

you smiled, caressing her cheek “anytime, baby.”

[sarcasticamaleont]

Hammerhound is such a funny concept to me, because no matter when you put it the implications between Jayce and the Zaun gang are always hilarious.

Before the robbery? This random nice young guy your dad is sleeping with is apparently rich and you can't obviously do the normal route and try to fall in his good grace to get some money, no better to robb him.

After? Imagine robbing someone and then some days later he is fucking your dad. I would be outraged, materially you may have won but he for sure won spiritually. Maybe they even met because of the robbery!

Post time skip? Horrible implications that my girlfriend's brother is going down on my dad. (If you are Vi) Absolutely not.

Imagine being Silco, having to break peace between Zaun and Piltover and finally getting you dream of freedom and the guy you have to talk to for it to be possible is your ex new boytoy.

[littlelovelunette]

Hi.. I've never really seen this before but could we get sevika x reader but she's incredibly just puppy like for r.. Silco level loyal and she's just such a loser for her because maybe they're childhood sweethearts reunited after all these years and sevika just doesn't have the energy to pretend all tough on r. I mean like it still seems like Sevika is this incredibly rough n tough woman gaurding some new girl who returned to zaun but in reality sevika just can't handle being away from her cuz it's post-silco death😔👉👈

Behind Closed Doors

When Sevika returned from work, you were on the living room couch binge-watching some thriller, "Hey, baby," you greeted briefly glancing at her.

Sevika didn't say anything.

She kicked off her shoes at the door before she walked to you, kneeling down before you and palming her head on your lap.

Sevika looked up at you with her pitiful grey eyes, a very small almost unnoticeable pout starting to form on her lips.

"My big baby," you giggled and helped her up on the couch so she could lay her head on your lap instead.

Your fingers pressed across her temple and forehead, a soothing massage on her aching head. The amount of blows your poor woman had taken to the skull working for Silco while he was still alive... she still deals with issues due to that.

Well, at least she wasn't constantly endangered anymore.

You knew, Silco's death had been a mental blow to Sevika. And after that, she'd lost the ability to be all tough and rocks around you. You liked it, she'd shed that bit of herself whenever she was with you and it made you feel like you were the only person who could see the rawness of her. (Insideout)

"Dunno what I'd do without you," Sevika grumbled, burying her face in your lap, flesh hand wrapping around your waist.

"You'd be smoking and drowning yourself in a bottle," you responded, sifting to get comfortable, you opened up a blanket and draped it over Sevika's muscular frame. You liked taking care of her.

Sevika hummed out something like agreement. You smiled and pressed a kiss onto her forehead, "You're stronger than that, I know you are."

"So sweet," Sevika grumbled again.

In normal circumstances, you'd think to tease her about the way she was so vulnerable with you right now, but Sevika looked so... so puppy like and pitiful, you couldn't bring yourself to do that.

That'd be straight up cruel.

"Rest, pretty," you whispered, stroking her hair.

"No one's ever called me that," Sevika mumbled after a while making your heart almost break, she sounded so sad.

"People don't see this, do they?" Your vocie was soft against Sevika's ears and she liked it like that, her arm around your waist tightened.

"Nuh-uh," Sevika's response was almost inaudible and you could feel her arm loosen as her entire body relaxed.

Finally, she could rest. She could be herself. She could be with you. Her safe space.

[gffa]

I'm still trying to navigate my way through the absolute avalanche of Arcane fic, but I am here to scream at everyone about the fics I've loved so far and try to drag a few more of you down into this hellpit of feelings with me. It's nice down here, I promise! Totally normal and with soooo many hinges, nothing off a single hinge here!

JAYVIK RECS:

✦ To love is to risk the soul's quiet by Disguised_Bird, jayce/viktor, NSFW, 32.7k     When an anomaly suddenly transports an older, scarred version of Jayce into the Jayce of Viktor's timeline, the two must navigate the strange collision of past and future while grappling with feelings neither fully understands. As they work late into the night to find a way to send Jayce back, tension turns into intimacy, pushing Viktor to confront vulnerabilities he has spent a lifetime burying.

✦ Say My Name by Acryllic, jayce/viktor, NSFW, eventually post-canon, 77.2k wip     “Tell me now if you don’t want this.” He stroked Viktor’s bottom lip with his thumb, “Keep saying my name if you do.”

✦ This ain't goodbye no more, it just began by SirCumference, jayce/viktor, NSFW, 7.1k     After he and Viktor save the world, Jayce wakes up in his old bed on the day it all started. Things are different, this time.

✦ first times, second goodbyes by tragicperformer, jayce/viktor, NSFW, post-canon, 1.6k     “What do you mean pull out?” He teases, the corners of his lips quirking up into a stupid, dopey grin. “I have separation anxiety.” “Yes, I know,” Viktor intones. “We were just discussing this. It is why I’m currently visiting you, rather than focusing on my duties back in the commune.” “Yeah. And when I pull out, you’re going to leave again,” Jayce rationalizes. Not entirely incorrect. “Just a few minutes. Please, Vik? Let me pretend for a little longer.”

✦ The Threads of Our Mind by Darling_Pigeon, jayce/viktor, post-canon, 3k     Snapshot of Jayce and Viktor’s new life of exploration after the finale: Viktor helps Jayce adjust to his brace, but they discover they may be connected in another, strangely magical way.

✦ Time For Space by yurikazen, jayce/viktor, NSFW, post-canon, 6.6k     First, there’s a wave of blinding light, tearing through the cosmos like a free-falling comet. Then, Jayce opens his eyes to find a smooth, unfamiliar ceiling above his head. (Jayce dies, holding Viktor close to him, yet death is just another beginning.)

✦ two left feet by ChiliCheeseCornDog, jayce/viktor, 4k     Jayce rises from his seat, face set with a soft smile, and holds out his right hand with the palm facing up. “Let me teach you how.” The pause is long and unrelenting. “You are joking,” Viktor manages to say. or: Jayce teaches Viktor how to dance, Piltover-style.

✦ destabilise by antiparticular, jayce/viktor, 3.6k     Jayce was naked and in Viktor's bed. Don't get him wrong - Viktor had dreamed of this happening, both literally and on slow days in the lab when he was feeling particularly self-indulgent, but for it to manifest outside of his overactive imagination? He was half tempted to pinch himself to check he'd actually awoken. Why was Jayce Talis in Viktor's bed? And more pressingly, why did Viktor not remember?

✦ Run It Back Again by Withercrown, jayce/viktor & vander/silco & cast, 18.9k wip     Sometimes there's nothing you can do except scrap the whole experiment and start over. The worst possible outcome becomes an opportunity for a new beginning. Viktor and Jayce, estranged enemies in a brutal war, go back to the start - and then earlier than that. The key to their salvation ends up being an undercity brat named Silco. He's not quite the person they remember.

✦ Electric Desires by abisbookcase, jayce/viktor, NSFW, 1.2k     Viktor gets an important phone call in the middle of sex, and Jayce keeps fucking him roughly, trying to make him slip up while he talks.

✦ Between gears and parties by chaosheadspace, jayce/viktor, 3.6k     "Why do you think it is so hard for people like me to get a footing here?" Viktor asks. "Aside from the obvious classism, of course. I'll tell you. Bureaucracy. Do you know how difficult it is to even find a place to live without a last name up here?” Or: Jayce wants to save his partner some trouble and gets them married on paper.

ZAUNDADS RECS:

✦ Take Me Like You Mean It by Anonymous, vander/silco, NSFW, 2k     Young! Silco and Vander have sex in the alleyway behind the last drop after closing.

✦ Mr Eye of Zaun by limeta, vander/silco & jinx & vi & cast, 28.8k wip     Mylo and Claggor would say there’s nothing that scares Vi. She can dish out punches and evade danger better than anyone. She’s their fearless leader, always ready to take them on a job and back without losing anyone. It’s that level of assurance that they have in her, that confidence she exudes, that makes them trust and believe in her. But they’re wrong. Powder knows there’s something that scares Vi. And that’s because it scares Vander. Or: Silco reads the letter Vander left in the mines and sticks around as a boogeyman in the Last Drop.

✦ let fall the world by perfidiousalbion, vander/silco, nsfw, 4.2k     Or: before it all went wrong, Silco and Vander had something good.

✦ The Lives of Others by Lilbaebloo, vander/silco & ekko & benzo, NSFW, 5.1k     Ekko drops an emotional grenade on Silco and Vander when he brings up their fated night at the river thirteen years earlier. The plunge into the past reminds them both of how far they've come, together and apart, and what they have to keep living for.

✦ The Shore From Which I Fell by ClutchHedonist, vander/silco, NSFW, 1.2k     “I knew you still had it in you.” Silco’s mouth tastes of ash. His tongue, tacky and dry with the suffocating weight of it, threatens to stick to the roof of his mouth as his lips fall shut. He does his best to swallow past the whisper of bruising already blossoming in his throat where Vander’s broad hand has yet again left its mark.

✦ Night Business by spicedrobot, vander/silco, NSFW, rough sex, 2.6k     The rulers of Zaun play a game.

✦ While the world turns around by Blue_Daddys_Girl, vander/silco & jinx & benzo, 8.9k     In a chance meeting Vander sees Silco for the first time since the fateful day he's come to regret so deeply. Silco has changed—they both have. Vander can't stop thinking about him.

TIMEBOMB RECS:

✦ Little Crow by shroomyystar, ekko/jinx, 2.1k     There’s a monster under his bed.

✦ Let's Give It One Last Try by the_whole_shebang, ekko/jinx, post-canon, 12.3k     The war is finally over, and Ekko is finally home, but an old friend has one more favor to ask of him. Jinx found the strength to walk away, but something told her not to let go just yet. Maybe if Vi and Ekko hadn't given up on her yet, then she wouldn't either. Plus, thanks to Ekko, she was starting to think that the past wasn't as set in stone as she though it was.

✦ Let Me Try by Blue_Daddys_Girl, ekko/jinx, post-canon, 4.3k     Ekko walks away from the final battle in a daze after learning that Jinx is dead. Or: An alternate ending to the show, in which she isn't, no matter what Vi believes.

SOMETIMES THE SHIPS AREN'T THE POINT RECS:

✦ wait 'til your sister sees where you've been by QwahaXahn, vi & jinx & cast, post-canon, 12.9k     OR: Jinx falls. The bomb explodes. Everything goes white. ...And Vi wakes up in a different world.

✦ was it the worst you'd never know by Anonymous, jinx & silco, 2.2k     “Fix him,” she demands, voice barely decipherable through the breaking and raspiness from crying. Gentle, gentle, as gentle as Singed knows how to be, which is not very. Jinx will have no qualms killing him if he steps wrong. “He is… very far gone.” And indeed he is. His chest does not rise, and his eyes are vacant. He is gone. “FIX. HIM.” aka jinx refuses to let her father die and brings him to singed. it goes better than expected

✦ Six Weeks Since by argonautoida, jinx & viktor, 2.1k     Six weeks after Silco died, Jinx finally makes a friend.

[ace-of-zaun]

Kiss Me More. pt 2:

silco x f!reader - 1.8k words - SFW

series summary: “Whatever, all I’m saying is, I can teach you how to kiss,” Silco insists, before adding just a little too nonchalantly, “You know, if you want to.”

cw: first dates, jealous silco, silco is a little shit, silco causing problems on purpose, mild angst, mild sexual references, fluff, friends to lovers, young silco

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4

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One agonising, excruciatingly long week later and neither you nor Silco have mentioned the kiss again. In fact, Silco has been so weird, (well, weirder than he normally is anyhow) that you’re genuinely starting to worry you accidentally damaged some of his brain cells when you pulled on his hair. 

He holds himself all weirdly now, like he’s forgotten how sitting or standing works. And he stares and stares and stares at you, and then scowls when you look back or ask him what’s wrong. 

You even catch him just standing staring at your bedroom door one day, smack bang in the middle of the corridor, but when you question what he’s doing he just grunts at you and slams into his own bedroom, the tips of his ears flushed crimson.

This, frankly unhinged, behaviour continues right up until you’re leaving for your date with Seven. 

Vander, the wonderful, had said you looked lovely, and Silco, the prat, had just scowled at your outfit and crossed his arms in a huff.

Not wanting to spend the whole of your first ever date giving a rage-fuelled rant about your idiot best friend, you’d taken a deep breath and magnanimously chosen to just roll your eyes at him, instead of picking a fight. 

You can get him back later by unpicking the seams of his favourite shirt, anyway. That’ll show him. 

But as you’d looked over your shoulder to say goodbye to the boys, fingertips hanging loosely off the door handle, you’d caught Silco surreptitiously looking you up and down with a surprisingly soft look on his face. 

It had thrown you for a bit of a loop, the little motion and facial expression re-playing in your head over and over again as you’d walked through the streets of Zaun…

But then there’s no time to think of it anymore because you’re suddenly on your date with Seven - who you think you like. It’s a bit difficult to tell, honestly. 

The date goes well (you guess, you’ve never been on one before, so there’s nothing to really compare it to). He’d taken you to dinner at one of the local food stalls because the restaurants on The Promenade are far, far too expensive, but at least the food had been familiar. 

Plus, it was way nicer than any of Sil’s burnt, home-made meals… Probably. (Okay, maybe you’ve grown a little bit fond of them after all this time.)

You and Seven had talked for most of the date. And you’d gotten to know each other a little bit better. Well, you’d got to know Seven better; you didn’t really get much of a chance to talk about yourself, in between his monologues. 

And sure, you didn’t kiss, but he did hold your hand on the way home. 

Now, as you reach your apartment building, Seven insists on walking you up to your flat, even gesturing for you to climb the stairs before him with a sweep of his arm. And when you finally arrive outside your apartment door, he turns to you with a strange, smug look on his face. 

“Well, I suppose this brings an end to our evening,” he says, voice dropping in a way that you assume is meant to be seductive, but honestly just makes him sound like he needs a cough drop. “But there is one more thing I want to do before I leave.”

Before you even have a chance to respond, Seven is backing you up against the door, arms slithering around you until they rest low around your waist (a little too low if you’re being honest). An uncomfortable feeling settles in your chest but then he’s leaning down and lining his lips up with yours and-

Shit, this is it. He’s going to kiss you. 

You heave a sharp intake of breath and desperately try to remember everything Silco had told you during your little practice session, but it’s currently quite difficult to think properly when your heart is drumming in your chest and your hands are shaking. 

Of course, thinking about Silco must summon him because instead of feeling the sensation of lips on lips, you’re suddenly experiencing the sensation of falling, as the door opens behind you. 

Without the solid, wooden surface holding your upper back in place, you tip backwards with a squeal, only saved from falling flat on your arse by Seven tightening his arms around you and setting you back on your feet. 

Instantly, you want his suffocating arms off of you, so you subtly shove him away as you turn to face the culprit of the opening door. 

“Silco!”

“Hey, you’re back,” he announces, a little too casually. It doesn’t match his bizarre, half-amused, half-something-else expression at all. Or the death grip he has on the door frame. “Great, we need to change the bed sheets.” 

You almost sputter at the choice of phrasing. Not his bed sheets, the bed sheets, like there’s only one bed in the apartment, and needing to change them implies…

Before you can clarify, because you don’t want your date getting the wrong idea, Silco turns to look at Seven, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

Uh, oh. You know that look. That’s his ‘I’m going to make your life a fucking misery’ look. 

“Oh, who’s your little friend?” Silco asks, voice deceptively sweet. 

“Seven,” he responds, holding a hand out for Sil to shake, which he promptly ignores. “And you are?”

“Really, very busy right now, so if you’ll just excuse us.” Silco dismisses him, resting one hand on the small of your back as he tries to herd you through the doorway and into the flat. 

You squirm out of his grasp, annoyance levels rising until they’re practically reaching Piltover. 

“Silco, just get the stuff out the airing cupboard and I’ll be with you in a min-"

“It’s okay, baby girl, I’d best be going anyway.” Seven interrupts you, stepping even closer to you. His voice does that stuffy, flu thing again, and he acts like he’s speaking only to you, but it’s definitely loud enough for Silco to hear. “I had a great time this evening.”

“Me too.” You smile at him with tight lips, despite it being a bit of a lie. It just feels like it’s something you’re supposed to say at the end of a date. 

“I’d love to do it again sometime,” he continues, voice taking on an overly suggestive tone. “I’ll see you at the shop? We can arrange another date… maybe some late night swimming?”

You feel your face heat up at the thought, and it certainly doesn’t help that Silco is a foot away, burning a hole into the side of your skull. 

Janna, you really hope Seven doesn’t try to kiss you again in front of Sil, you think you might die of embarrassment. You pretend to scratch at your nose, subtly covering your mouth, just in case he tries again. 

“Uh, I'll see you later,” you say noncommittally. “Goodnight, Seven.”

Except, it doesn’t seem to work because he just grabs the hand covering your face and brings it up to his lips, pressing a rough kiss against your fingers. It’s an effort not to squirm. 

“Goodnight, princess,” he drawls, winking when you just stare at him.

Then, he finally notices the intense death stare Silco is sending his way, dropping your hand to shoot daggers back at your best friend before turning on his heel and sauntering down the stairs. 

With Seven gone, a weird sense of relief floods through you, but it quickly dissipates, leaving you with nothing but the urge to smack Silco round the back of his stupidly beautiful head. You don’t, though. 

Instead, you march back inside the flat, hackles raised as Silco closes the door behind you and leans back on it. He dusts his hands off with two wide sweeps up and down like the dramatic idiot he is. 

“And good riddance.”

Slowly, you turn to face him fully, carefully watching his eyes widen slightly in mild alarm. 

“What the hell was that?”

“What?” he asks, really, genuinely confused. 

You could throttle him. 

“That!” 

“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what you mean,” Silco replies. 

“You were so rude to him!” you explode. “And you…” 

You want to say that he implied that the two of you share a bed, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Hell, you know your cheeks are absolutely burning at just the thought of it. (And not even just the usual things you think of when sharing a bed with someone, but even just the thought of waking up next to him, seeing him when he’s all relaxed and soft in the morning. It hurts to even picture it.)

“Yeah, well, I don’t like him.” Silco interrupts your runaway daydream. 

“Why? You don't even know him!” you protest. 

“I just don’t like the look of him.”

“Silco!" 

“What? I don’t think he’s right for you. I mean, did you hear him? I had a lovely evening, princess, why don’t we go skinny dipping for our next date, doll.” The mocking accent he puts on is far from flattering. “Ugh, what a slimeball.”

“He doesn’t even sound like that!” You don’t know why you even bother protesting, he’s clearly on a roll. 

“And what kind of a name is Seven, anyway? Do you think his parents hated him too? Do you think that’s why he’s such a prick?”

You sigh heavily. 

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, turning away from him to walk through the living room and towards your bedroom. 

Except you don’t get very far because Silco catches your hand and gently pulls you back to him, until you’re stood holding hands in the middle of the room. 

“Wait, I actually need your help making my bed,” he says, face and voice melting into something genuine (and irritatingly endearing). 

But not endearing enough after all the shit he’s been putting you through this last week. 

You pull your fingers out of his grip and slap at his hand when he tries to grab them again. 

“Get Vander to do it,” you snap, perhaps a little too harshly. 

“But he’s still at work!” He’s borderline pleading now. 

“Well, you’ll just have to sleep in dirty sheets then, won’t you?” You say, muttering a sardonic little, “Twat,” under your breath as you finally walk away. 

Predictably, Silco is in a massive sulk for a ridiculous amount of time after that.

He doesn’t even stop when you finally offer to help him change his bed sheets, watching him messily tucking the corners of the bed sheets under his threadbare mattress in silence, until you bat his hands away and show him how to do it properly (honestly, the boy is useless without you). 

By the end of the week, you decide that you just don’t understand him and probably never will. (It still doesn’t stop you from thinking about him every second of every day, though.)

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PART 3

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[ditzycafe]

Frustrated

˚🥂⋆｡˚ ⋆ Warnings; 16+ WfW, sub!reader, dom!sevika, thigh riding, sexual frustration, hair gripping, body gripping, sexual talk, use of pathetic towards reader!

˚🫧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Announcements; Omg you guys went insane on my last post thank you so much!! Also i’m going to try to post at least twice a day my next post will probably be about caitlyn! but send me some recommendations for imagines for you guys! Also this is not proofread and my first language is. or english stick with me please😭

There you lay in your bed rubbing your thighs together pathetically, trying to create some friction to relieve the ache in your cunt but truthfully it’s no use. You just can’t seem to make yourself feel as good as Sevika does, he thick fingers are the only thing that can actually fill you up and give your that mind shattering orgasm, you’ve tried yourself time and time again but it was just no use. You needed her.

You hear the front door open and you walk downstairs with a solemn expression on your face “hey honey…oh what’s wrong?” Sevika ask confused, to her you seemed fine before she left to go do things for Silco but little did she know you were sexually frustrated and have been for days. But of course her being silcos right hand women she had stuff to do, all the time. Leaving her poor baby all pent up and frustrated (how sad) but of course you weren’t gonna say anything because you didn’t wanna bother her with your little issue when she had bigger ones to handle.

“oh nothin..” you say sighing softly with a small smile trying to ease her worries, but Sevika doesn’t let it down she knows something’s up because normally you’d come running into her arms while she’s barely in the door giving her a big kiss. “Yeah right, something’s up now sit down and tell me.” Sevika says sternly as she guides you to the couch pushing you down, “spill it.” she says looking down at you with her arms crossed. You look down at your lap embarrassed, wondering if you should really tell her or not “ ‘s really nothin…” you mumble as your cheeks heat up.

But before you can get anything else out Sevika is grasping your chin making you look up at her “i’m not gonna tell you again.” Sevika says sternly, you can see the irritation in her eyes growing with each second passing as you keep holding back what to tell her, so finally you just decided to blurt it out. “i’m just frustrated okay you’ve been so busy and have made no time for me and now that stupid ache won’t go away and only you can fix it!” you squeak out, Sevika hearing this makes her smirk as she hears you blurt out you just need a little love in…certain areas.

“hmm i see…you just want some attention huh?” sevika mumbles raising a eyebrow, sitting next to you on the couch patting her thigh, you redden as you perch yourself on her right thigh. You feel that wet spot in your underwear get ten times worse as soon as your thigh meets her leg, you whimper as you feel her thick, muscular thigh flex, Sevika smirks “oh you poor thing just so worked up…” Sevika mumbles as she traces her fingers across your collarbone. “go ahead, rub yourself on my thigh.” sevikas mumbles as she sit back putting her hands on the sides of her lap, you look at her with needy eyes and “but!” you whine just wishing she would do it herself cause you just can’t get yourself their like Sevika can. “you want it so bad do it.” Sevika says sternly. You look at her as you place you hands on her thigh grinding your hips down, you let out a pathetic whine and Sevika chuckles “look at you” she coos as she grasps your hips in her hands pushing you down harder and moving your hips for you, “ngh f-fuck sevika..” you moan softly as you feel your stomach tighten. “already so close…” Sevika whispers in your ear, kissing down your neck making you move your hips faster seeking out your high, your juices leak down her thigh as she watches you with a smirk. “mm gonna cum” you mumble as your head falls forward against her chest.

Sevika laughs “go ahead baby cum for me” she helps you move your hips a little faster, bringing you to the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a train, you moan loudly as your juices leak all over her thigh creating a big wet spot “mm look at that..” sevika chuckles as she pets your head that’s laying on her chest “feelin better?” sevika asks softly, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your head. You nod as you catch your breath, Sevika stands up with you still in her arms carrying you towards the bedroom. She lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, you look at her confused “you didn’t think we were done right?” Sevika says laughing as she kisses down your neck “oh baby we’re just getting started” she mumbles huskily. Oh you’re in for a long night…

[dnvrsmedia]

Worth the Fight

Sevika x reader

a/n: no descriptive terms used for reader!

warnings: slight arcane act 2 spoilers READ AT YOUR OWN DIGRESSION, hurt/comfort, domestic!sev, isha & jinx mention!

word count: 2581

Adrenaline thumps with a high pressure through Sevika’s veins. She can feel her heart pumping so hard she wonders how it doesn’t burst through her chest. This is not what she expected when Jinx agreed to breaking into Stillwater. The place isn’t necessarily the most welcoming (even though she is very familiar with the prison) yet, a ten-foot-something killing beast was not on her bingo card. At this point she wonders why she has any expectations when Jinx is involved.

These past few weeks, Sevika has wondered if this is what will finally kill her. If all she ever has been good for has been a soldier. First under Vander, then under Silco, and now? She tries to keep hope, but all she can feel is despair. The dark and looming feeling felt thick in her throat like the gray. Decaying her insides until she asphyxiates on its rot. That is until she comes home to you. All of her doubt leaves her body once she steps foot into your shared space. The smell of your body wash mixed with the candles you always have lit immediately relaxes her. Her shoulders no longer feel like it's holding the weight of Zaun once she’s home. Meeting you has single handedly given her a new wind beneath her wings.

Throughout her time fighting for independence, she quickly realized just how insignificant her life is, or at least that’s what she’s been told. She is always putting her life on the line for the greater good. She stopped fighting so that she could live the life she thinks everyone else deserves. Hell, she doesn’t believe she deserves half of what she is fighting for. Sevika knows she has done some unsavory things in her past. Things she won’t ever forgive herself for doing. Gods, Janna knows she’s been nothing close to a saint. There are things she’s done that haunt her in her dreams, and she thought she has come to terms with this fact. The fact that not all is good in love and war. Not all of the horrors she's experienced and been on the other side of producing were necessary.

She never saw a life for herself post Zaun independence. Ever since she joined the fight, she's only seen herself dying alone in one of three places: in a fight, in the brothel, and at the end of a bottle. So she drank and smoked and gambled and fought her life away, because it's the least she could do. She fights so that the next generation doesn't need to skirmish with each other in the lanes. She fights so that not another kid gets orphaned by the mines or the chembarrons, or shit, even shimmer, but fighting for her own life never even crossed her mind. Who could blame her if that is all she’s known? Her deadbeat father didn’t teach her the value of her worth, that's for sure. So, why would she bat an eye at her reckless lifestyle? Unexpectedly, that all changed. She didn’t see herself as valuable until you came into her life. You and your unabashed love for her. You and the light you bring to every room you step in. You and your confidence in Sevika to come back home to you. If Sevika is one thing she is loyal, and fiercely loyal she is to you. So when her priorities lied loyal to you, she was forced to come to terms she never even dreamed of having. The sole idea of growing old and having a love like in the fairytales made her feel like a young girl again. Yet, this led to turmoil within her head. She now has to break down all of the things she’s barred herself from receiving, all of the chances at a semi-normal life. She now has to realize just how much she does want to live, and that is where her true fears lie.

Sevika didn’t start consciously fighting until you opened her eyes to what love is. She couldn;t deal with the heartbreak she brought you when she came home two weeks late after the blast. She will never forget the sobs of relief you made when she hobbled into your shared space, the horror in your eyes when you noticed her arm missing. No matter how frustrated and full of emotions you were, you never yelled. This is when Sevika knew you were it for her. Many times in her younger years did she disregard the advancements of genuine connections from others. She would meet someone, enjoy their company for a few weeks and then essentially ghost them. Only to return weeks if not months later looking for some fun. This never bode well with her flings; leaving constant screaming matches in her wake left her ears ringing with a headache. So when she essentially did the same to you (under different circumstances) Seviks assumed the same would be with you. Yet, to her surprise you stayed. She never understood how a gentle love found her. She spends her restless nights looking at the silhouette of your face, wondering how and why you chose her. Her whole life has been filled with loss and pain, gentleness is not something she has ever experienced.

“Sevika, take her and go!” Jinx cries as she tosses Isha’s small and frail body into Sevika’s muscular one.

Her eyebrows knit together as her body moves before her brain thinks. She must’ve frozen at the sight of the large beast slaughtering several Enforcers. With no second thought, her body is sprinting as fast as she can. The young girl in her arm (that she has started to grow fond of) lets out a series of cries as she tries to wiggle out of her protective grasp. Her cries drive Sevika to find a way out of the prison. The whimpers of the mute girl bore into her brain as memories of her as a young child resurface. The tears dripping onto her bicep keep her moving.

Sevika is unable to produce words to the young girl. She curses as she knows that the words and emotions were more of your thing. Sevika wants to comfort her and tell her that Jinx will be okay, but even she doesn’t know that for sure.

So, she tries to think of things you would do to keep Isha happy. How your gentle presence allowed for the orphan girl to have a liking to you. She tries to caress her head the way you’ve done when putting her to sleep, but the lack of another arm leaves it more difficult. The best thing she can do is ensure the girl's safety. Sevika shakes her head and digs deep in her bones for extra fuel. Her body aches and has been aching extra hard these past days, but giving up is not an option. So, she thinks of anything but the carnage she just bore witness to and the heaviness of her legs slapping against the harsh concrete. Images of rare late mornings with you start playing in her mind. The sleepy cuddles with you raking your fingers through her hair and caressing her cheek play like a bitter sweet movie. The face you made when she came home with Jinx and Isha follows next. The softness that overcame your features when Isha peaked from behind Jinx’s leg left a feeling in Sevika’s chest that she never felt before. Warmth radiated through her heart like turning on a heater on the first day of winter.These thoughts carried her from topside to your shared home in Zaun.

The heavy footfalls outside of your humble apartment left your blood fall chill. Flashbacks to when Sevika came back from nearly dying left your heart beat pumping triple time. The door flings open to see a disheveled Sevika carrying an almost identical disheveled Isha. Your heart sinks as you piece what most likely had happened.

“Baby?” Your voice cracks as you walk closer to assess damages.

Sevika tries to hold on for you and for Isha, but knows if she speaks, tears will come. So she resorts to grunting. She hands Isha over to you and walks to the bathroom. You gape at her for a moment before springing to action. It isn’t until you feed, bathe, and clothe the young girl until you see Sevika step out of the room. You take that as a sign that she is ready to speak and you carry the young girl to the couch. Isha is knocked out at this point, you assume the combination of her crying and all that just went on really worn her out. You give the girl one last rub on the back and leave her with a kiss to the forehead.

You pass the kitchen to see the plate that you had left for Sevika to have been gone and in the sink ready to be cleaned. A small smile adorns your face as you are grateful for the fact that she was able to eat. You grab two glasses and fill them with water for you to bring to your shared bedroom.

You gently knock on the door before opening to see Sevika staring out the window. You make your way over to her side of the bed and rest the glasses of water on the nightstand. She doesn't even notice your presence until a small ‘clink’ of the glasses takes her out of her trance.

“Baby, what happened?” You take a seat right next to your lover, raking your fingertips up and down her spine. You can feel just how tense her whole body is as she sits rigid like a statue.

A shaky sigh is let out from Sevika as her eye contact remains looking at the darkness outside. The two of you just sit in silence for a bit until Sevika is able to start from the beginning. She lets you know just how terrified she actually felt at that time, she lets you know just how weak she felt without her arm, and she lets you know how you and Isha were the only things keeping her going. She lets you know how you were her north star and how without you, she would have just given up.

“I don’t even know what I am doing anymore, babe.” A stray tear finds its way down her cheek.

“All I ever do is fight and I just don’t know how much more I have in me. I'm tired…I am so tired.” More tears silently flow against your lover's cheek, breaking your heart at the sight. You caress her cheek, wiping away the tears she was too lazy to do herself.

Tiny cracks in your heart open like bullet wounds at her admission of her thoughts. You’ve known this to be true for a long time, yet being the protector that she is, Sevika never opened up to you about it. It is now time for you to put your strong face on and pick her up when she’s low, just like how she’s done for everyone else her entire life. You turn her face to look at yours, your tender hand contrasting her firm jaw. Sevika is reluctant to show you her brokenness, but she is just too tired to care at this point. Her eyes look past yours, darting around the room to find anywhere but your eyes.

“Look at me, honey.” You caress her cheek in hopes to coax her out of her mental prison. Your patience knows no bounds and that makes Sevika feel things she can’t even start to comprehend alone.

Her eyes trail to your own, swimming with emotion. She sees her future in your eyes and it scares her. You give her an encouraging smile and she feels her walls cracking.

“I- You’ve made me realize the things that I wish I could have and it scares me. I had nothing to lose for so long, and now I have so much on the line.” Her eyebrows furrow.

“Seeing the way you’ve completely changed my life confuses me. I know I don’t deserve a life that you are making me dream of.” Your eyes go wide at her confession to you.

“I never gave myself the opportunity to even imagine a world where I’m not alone, you know? But that day I came home to you after the explosion…It confused me. You have been the only constant in my life and I guess it just really hit today.” She nuzzles her face into your palm as you kiss the top of her head.

“Baby, you it hurts me to know that you can’t see just how much you deserve.” You lean in so that both of your foreheads are touching. Your eyes never leave her puppy dog grays.

“Because you know I am with you until the end. You are it for me Sev, you hear me? Whatever it takes.” You can barely get out the last of your words before Sevika is kissing you with all of the energy she has left. She may not be the best with her words, but she needs you to understand just exactly how you make her feel.

The kiss deepens as tears shed freely between the pair of you. Your bodies pressing close to one another, trying to engulf each other to become one. It gets to a point where Sevika has to pull away to catch her breath, but she doesn’t let you go too far. She stares at you in silence, taking in every aspect of your being.

“I’m terrified because you make me want those things. Having Isha here and seeing how you take care of her…” Sevika turns her head in slight embarrassment.

A huge smile adorns your face as you try and not scare her from opening up.

“Do you mean?” You whisper, afraid that if you spoke any louder you’d jinx (no pun intended) yourself.

Sevika’s face is hot with awkwardness at her vulnerability. She hasn’t spoken these words aloud to anyone, especially yourself.

“I want to keep waking up to you and Isha making breakfast. I want to keep teaching her how to tinker and fix things. I want to come home from work to see you both dancing in the living room. I want to grow old with you, baby. Seeing just how quick all of that could have went away, Gods that fucked me up.” She uses her hand to tug her hair away from her eyes.

“You were the only thing on my mind. I had to keep going for you and Isha.”

And now it is your turn to start crying. Your tears freely fall for the love of your life. The privilege you have had to see Sevika grow into the woman who is sitting in front of you.

“I want all of that with you, are you kidding me? You’re the woman of my dreams babe. Whether you like it or not you’re stuck with me.” You laugh teary eyed and smile at the smirk your lover returns.

The two of you share quite giggles as you both crawl into bed. The day is finally settling and Sevika is definitely feeling its effects. You hold her in your arms and try to burn this into your memory forever.

“So…you wanna be Mama Sev, huh?” You tease and laugh at her body going rigid.

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[24hlevi]

not sure which characters u write about for arcane!! but if you do male characters, could be anyone of your choice where they don’t get the hint you like them or want to take their relationship further (depends if u wanna do sfw or nsfw!!) :) tyyy!

for male characters i write for jayce, viktor, ekko, and silco! thank you for requesting 🫶

— TAKE A HINT

viktor (arcane) x gn!reader

warnings/tags: oblivious!viktor, confessions, fluff, sfw

you thought you were going mildly insane, having a crush on your friend as his second partner to jayce

to be fair, you kinda were, judging how no matter what you did in attempt to give hints just led nowhere

you tried talking to jayce on a few occasions, trying to get some advice on what to do, but he wasn't much help with relationship stuff as he claimed

you tried over and over again to get viktor to notice you more than just a friend, and every time, he couldn't tell

"hey," you say softly, slowly approaching viktor from behind with a hot cup of tea in your hands.

viktor turns his head as soon as he hears your voice draw him out of his work, and a small smile grows on his face. "good evening, yn," he replies.

"i brought you some tea," you set the cup down carefully next to his papers that were scattered along the table. "have you ate anything yet?"

"thank you," viktor responds, his eyes following your hand as you set the cup down. "i have not," he then shakes his head. "jayce tried asking earlier, but i wasn't quite hungry."

"would you like me to try and make you something?" you ask, looking down at him as you fiddle with your hands anxiously.

"mm," he hums, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "i would prefer your presence here with me. if you don't mind, that is."

"i don't mind," you shake your head, trying to fight the smile forming on your face. "just tell me what you'd like me to do."

"nothing," viktor answers, having you look at him with confusion. "you don't have to do anything, precisely. just your presence is enough."

"oh...okay,"

you still couldn't figure out how to get viktor to realize you had feelings for him, you couldn't believe how oblivious he was

after years of liking the male, he didn't ever seem to appear like he reciprocated those feelings, making you slowly give up as time went by

it wasn't until one early morning, that it all finally fell into place

viktor slowly made his way to the lab. it was early morning, the sun hardly peeking out from over the horizon as he hobbled through the hallway. this morning, he was already thrown a bit off his rocker. for he hadn't seen you yet since he woke up. normally, you would be awake and moving before him and jayce, so it was odd to not see you around as he walked down the hall.

entering the lab, viktor turns on the lights, and then stops in his spot. there you were. your body slouched against the table with papers messily filled with calculations that viktor was doing the day prior, seemingly asleep. slowly, he approaches you and stands behind you, silently looking at you. the sun is shining against your face, and viktor comes to the realization that he never paid attention to how much he liked looking at you. you looked so peaceful like this, and he felt an odd sensation in his chest as he peered down at you.

suddenly, you start stirring around, slowly opening your eyes to see viktor standing above you. "mm? viktor?" you groggily mumble.

seeing you wake up, viktor, as fast as he can, takes a few steps back, his face turning red at possibly being caught. "s-sorry," he stutters.

your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. did he just stutter? you rub your eyes with your hands before blinking a few times to look at him clearer. was he...staring at you while you were asleep? while this would be extremely creepy if it were anyone else, you couldn't help but feel somewhat flattered by his reaction. you take a look around and realize you're in the lab. "oh gosh, i can't believe i fell asleep in here," you drag your hands across your face. "i'm sorry, viktor. i was trying to finish what you were doing yesterday."

"it is alright," viktor says after taking a moment to calm his heartbeat from jumping out of his chest. he then realizes what you said, and his face contorts into confusion, looking at the papers on the table. "you didn't have to. i would have figured it out by this week i'm sure."

"i just wanted to help more," you admit with a short sigh. "ever since you and jayce started this new development for hextech...i feel like i've fallen behind." you look down at all the papers in front of you in shame that you still couldn't figure it out.

viktor's expression changes again, no longer confused but a soft look as he notices the tone in your voice change. you sound almost defeated, clearly upset about this. hesitantly, he places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. "it is okay, yn," he starts, his tone soft like his expression on his face. "you being here is enough for me. you do not need to prove yourself, for i already know how smart you are. do not worry of hextech if you fear you are falling behind. i appreciate your presence more than anything else."

looking up at him, you slowly nod your head and stand from your seat. you don't know what to say, but thankfully for you, viktor continues speaking.

"i have noticed some...changes in my thoughts recently," he says slowly, as if he were choosing his words carefully. "while they are primarily filled with ideas of hextech and how we could evolve the future...they are also about you. i want to create something that will help our future, that will help your future. these past couple of weeks...i have thought of you more. i thought it was normal at first...but the more i thought about what i was thinking about i..came to a realization." he sees the way you look at him with subtle confusion on your face, and he hesitates before continuing. "i believe i may have some kind of feelings for you, yn."

your eyes widen in shock, looking at viktor as he explains his thoughts, and you're not sure what to do. "what?" you quietly let out.

"yes, it appears to be that way," viktor nods. "just now, i have confirmed it. i may not have noticed it fast enough, and i sincerely apologize if i am too late now, but i had to get this off my chest before it would ruin me."

"o-oh," you stutter, a fiery blush growing on your face. "you-you're not too late," you say finally. "i've uhm, had feelings for you for a while now," you admit.

hearing this, a smile makes its way onto viktor's face. "really?" he asks.

"yeah," you nod. "i thought you were never going to notice or were purposely ignoring my attempts."

"ah," he lets out. "i would never purposely ignore you, yn," he says, pushing some of your hair out of your face. "let's just say i am a bit slow when it comes to these things. i apologize if i ever gave you the wrong idea."

"it's okay," you reply.

"well then, shall we establish this whilst we finish these calculations?" he has a smile on his face as he speaks, dragging another chair to sit down beside you.

"yeah," you nod, smiling back at him.

"great."

[kr-starz]

Sick and TIRED of people claiming Ekko loved Alternate Universe Powder and not main universe Jinx. Throughout the series Ekko has continuously proven that he cares for Jinx dearly, through both canon actions and deleted scenes we know that Ekko cares deeply for Jinx.

Within the AU we're able to see an emotionally available Powder who was able to have a stable support system alongside a flourishing relationship. Which shows that Powder, Jinx, is fully able to be a good person. A normal human girl. Ekko is finally able to see this, that Powder is only so happy because she's lived so peacefully. He's always had a crush on her, it's lingering and it's never gone away. During the bridge scene, and Jinx's debut, we notice that Ekko freezes up both times when seeing jinx face to face. That she's able to draw out strong and violent reactions out of him that aren't exactly rational.

Usually people aren't able to do that to him, he's confrontational and stern because he's the Firelight leader, but we notice that most all of his decisions so far have been well thought out and responsible. In s1e4 we see him look at his stopwatch, see he has little time left before their crystals break, and he STILL goes to pursue Jinx. This is probably because he still harnesses strong feelings of hate towards Jinx, shock and frustration overwhelm him. Because it's Jinx who's done this, one of Silco's goons, but most importantly his childhood friend who's become so twisted. Scar is forced to grab Ekko and stop him before he goes too far, which shows off that Jinx does cause an especially strong emotional response for multiple reasons.

But the bridge scene shows that Ekko still does see the girls he's loved inside of Jinx. He hits her twice, neither time's does he get a good look at her face. But as he's winding up to hit her a third time, he pauses, he looks at her desperate face and he see's nothing more but an innocent girl. Which is why he stops, he still bears affection for her, clearly. The rest of the bridge scene is intimate enough but if I do have to mention anything, people who don't bear feelings for each other don't smirk at the other person like that.

When Ekko finds himself in the AU he's able to see Jinx/Powder in her most healthy form, finding ways of mourning and coping considered healthy. He see's pieces of Jinx inside of this Powder, her potential and what she could be. That's not something you do with someone you don't bear affection for. You don't look at the seemingly perfect version of someone and say that there's something missing; something missing that only versions that have gone through hell have. Pieces of herself that can't be replaced. Ekko doesn't just love Jinx.

He loves her entirety, he loves her innovative mind able of creating the worst war weapons. He loves that she's able to push herself to limits that he couldn't dream of, because he loves her for who she is. In both universes, what we notice is that they're both artists, they're both creators. Powder doesn't discard her love for gadgetry because she didn't experience atrocities, she's still unbelievably smart, being able to help Ekko create the anomaly. Being able to follow along while not knowing anything beforehand.

Jinx is able to crack hex tech with nothing more than Viktor's notes and some tinkering, this shows that no matter what universe, Jinx/Powder is an unbelievably talented and smart girl who could do so much.

Ekko is able to recognize that with Jinx's Genius it comes madness, and he simply would rather have her be both rather than an assistant. Not saying that he wouldn't love Alt Powder, I'm just saying that Arcane Ekko wouldn't be nearly as happy with her rather than Jinx. Because with Jinx comes crazy ideas and a leadership that matches his. That's the Jinx he never fell out of love with.

Even in both of these characters, Jinx and Powder have never been different. In each universe, they never got to blossom yet they're one bud. Two sides of a coin who'd never know the other existed if not for "what if's"

Powder is what Jinx is if she was happy, soft and delicate, she still holds the potential to create extraordinary devices, yet she doesn't because she never had the need to.

Jinx is what Powder would become if she was put under tremendous stress and trauma, devoid of a support system she turns to her gadgetry and weaponry, while slowly losing the part of herself that could be soft.

They both exist in one person, and Ekko is able to see both of them, and give them what they need in order to bloom. He's able to give Jinx unconditional yet not unhealthy amounts of support, and he's able to give Powder the push to expressing herself through her inventions more harshly.

Ekko realizes that Jinx is still Powder, no matter how many times she changes her name. Us as the audience is able to realize that Jinx is still able to love for Powder, because we've seen her interact with Isha. Isha is similar to Powder which is healing for Jinx. When Jinx loses Isha, we can see that she never truly let go of Powder, that Powder was never different from Jinx. That they're simply a part of herself she never wanted to accept until she saw it from another perspective.

But Ekko doesn't know this, yet he still has continuous faith in her that she's capable of change. We see Ekko actively pursue Jinx in order for her not to kill herself, because he loves her. He cares for her deeply and he wants to redeem himself by simply being there, even if he's late. Because what Jinx has needed all along was an unconditional companion. Which is what Ekko can be.

Being the support that someone needs, unconditionally.

If that's not love then I don't know what is.

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ NEEDY ˎˊ˗ being his needy little thing

⟢ characters : Silco

⟢ warnings : fem!reader, degrading, toy-ification, implied dumbification, implied oral, implied cum swallowing, age gap, implied backshots

"Go on. If you want something from me then beg for it. Voice how much you need my cock in your tight little pussy, fucking you dumb on my desk. Tell me just how good I make you feel when I fuck you dumb and senseless like the cocksleeve you are, my little doll", Silco cooed, hand gripping onto your drool smeared chin.

Your eyes were watery from how deep he forced you to take his shaft, having used his hand to fuck himself into your mouth previously until he came, hot liquid shooting down your throat and making you choke more than you already did before when he hammered into you in a relentless pace, not giving you any mercy, not even when you gagged from how deep he reached.

"Please Silco", you began, sitting more upright and using his thighs for leverage, looking him deep into his eyes.

"Want you- no, need you so bad. Need your dick in me please. Need to come so bad", you voiced your desires but Silco wasn't satisfied yet.

He knew you could do better and he didn't refrain from telling you so, eliciting a frustrated mix of a groan and moan from you.

"Please, please, please Silco. I've been a good girl. I took you so well and even swallowed it all, see!", you replied with a whiny voice, opening your mouth wide for him to show him that no remains of his cum were left in your throat.

"Please, been so good for you. Want nothing more than be your dumb little cocksleeve, please!"

He loved this game.

It's like a cat taunting it's prey, letting it go from time to time just to catch it again, giving it the illusion of being free only to get caged again. In his eyes you were nothing more than a young and naive girl that was half his age, not knowing anything about life and how society works, making you even more manipulatable than you already were. You practically ate out of his hand, believing every word he said like he was a saint, doing anything for him whenever he wanted like the good girl you were.

Oh he loved it, how eager you always were to please him in whatever way he wanted you to, letting him fuck you dumb on his cock almost every day since you came to him, begging him for protection from the man thirsting after your life.

"Stand up and bend over", were all the words it took from Silco for from to finally shut your needy mouth.

Without hesitating even a singular moment you got up from your position on the hardwood floor between his wide spread legs, bending over the massive mahogany desk, your eyes closed shut in anticipation of what was to come. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the familiar noise of his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor, his hands coming up to roam over the curve of your ass, removing any possible garments you were wearing from your lower half until you finally were fully exposed to him. Two of his fingers came down and spread apart your lips, showing him your glistening hole, already red, swollen and dripping from how turned on you were.

He toyed with you for a bit, fingers stroking your entrance and gathering your slick only to then find your clit and rub it vigorously, making your legs shake from pleasure. If you already were so responsive to simply having your clit rubbed, how would you react to his dick drilling inside of you and getting your guts rearranged?

But you didn't need to wait long for an answer, for he had already removed his fingers from your cunt and replaced them with his cock, coating his tip in your slick before slamming into your tight pussy all at once until the hilt, hitting your cervix at full force and making you moan out loud.

Normally Silco would tell you to shut up or simply put his hand around your neck to choke the words out of you, but today he wanted nothing more than to hear your whiny and needy voice echo in his office.

Needless to say, everyone on the floor could hear you begging and moaning for Silco.

[avelera]

I mentioned this on Twitter but I feel like there needs to be more acknowledgement in the whole, “Jayce/Caitlyn/Mel are bad for making/using/promoting Hextech weapons” argument about the fact that Viktor very much made Hextech weapons too!

Like, to see his cultist robots in S2 or even his own evolved form with the Hexclaw laser beam and not say, “Hey wait, those are ALSO Hextech weapons!” Is borderline willfully obtuse. Though, to be fair, it’s obtuse in a way that I think Viktor is in the moment when he makes them, so I kind of excuse people who like Viktor don’t realize they’re weapons but let’s be clear: Viktor’s cult bots are VERY MUCH Hextech weapons that are just as deadly as any created throughout the course of the show, and arguably they are the most sophisticated Hextech weapons we ever see. (“No beast is more savage than man.”)

I’m sure Viktor would argue that his Hexbots are not made to be weapons, that they’re made to capture, incapacitate, and assimilate enemies in order to stop conflict. I’m sure he’d argue his Hexclaw was only used to cut opening in walls and ceilings during his fight with Jayce and not, say, intentionally used to intimidate or threaten Jayce by blasting it right next to Jayce’s face.

But that’s because I think the whole point of Viktor’s villain arc is how much he’s LYING to himself, or the Hexcore is lying to him, depending on how much you subscribe the mind control theory. But saying the Hexbots forcefully assimilating people isn’t a weapon is ludicrous. Saying the Hexclaw laser beam isn’t a weapon has been ludicrous ever since Viktor first invented it! It put his naïveté on full display when he was shocked that anyone would use it as a weapon instead of as a tool for artisans omg it’s a fucking DEATH LASER!

And the reason I think it’s important to pull into the debate that Viktor very much made Hextech weapons too is because it stops the debate from being about who is right and who is wrong, who should be put on a pedestal and who should be damned.

Because Arcane isn’t about who is right or wrong it’s about how humans act and react during times of stress, and because of love, and because their loved ones come under attack.

Caitlyn is AGAINST Hextech weapons UNTIL the Memorial Attack pushes her over the edge, just as it was meant to when Ambessa orchestrated it.

Mel was IN FAVOR of Hextech weapons UNTIL she realized the true cost and that it was all a play by her mother to get them for herself.

Jayce was AGAINST Hextech weapons UNTIL his beloved city came under attack. Between Jinx’s terrorist attacks, Silco’s pressure campaign, and Marcus as the insider traitor whispering poison in his ear, and finally Ambessa’s expert manipulation, Jayce was at the center of a paranoia campaign pushing him to a single conclusion that they were needed. UNTIL the Shimmer factory and the death of Renni’s son when he realized the true cost of war when he once again was against them.

But, I’d argue, like with Caitlyn, Jayce’s switch to being against Hextech weapons again gets outmaneuvered by Ambessa orchestrating the Memorial Attack. Tensions are just too high to not do anything so I personally see the strike team’s personal Hextech weapons as an attempt to make the best of an impossible situation because there IS in fact an arms race going on between Piltover and Zaun and Shimmer DOES make Zaun more powerful than normal humans in a ways that seems to demand an escalation only Hextech can answer. The show doesn’t say it’s right it just says this is an imperfect decision made in desperate times by those who are otherwise against Hextech weapons. I’d argue make a half dozen weapons for an elite strike team is VASTLY different than arming an entire invasion, BUT the show doesn’t excuse it. It asks if this is ok and leave the answer deliberately gray (haha no pun intended)

But I digress.

The point is, EVERYONE has a shifting view of the merits of Hextech weaponry, and not even Viktor is exempt. Viktor tries to be a pacifist, until HE TOO faces a violent situation that destroys his faith in humanity, just like Caitlyn did at the Memorial Attack and from there he’s angry and hurt and doesn’t see any way forward except to meet wrath with wrath, ally with Ambessa, forcibly convert those who refuse to convert willingly to his vision, and remake the world in his own image using the power of Hextech and Shimmer as weapons in this cause.

And lest we forget, Viktor’s vision would lead to more widespread death and destruction through Hextech than any other character is shown to be capable of in the whole series!

Arcane is about human choices and emotions, actions and unintended consequences, not humans competing to win the Morality Olympics. Refusing to acknowledge that every character is capable of making violent decisions and turn on their own dearly held principles during moments of stress, terror, pain, and disillusionment, in favor of arguing about Who Is Better is just such a flat and unnuanced way of looking at the nuances of this story.

Viktor made Hextech weapons too. No one in power is ever innocent.

[kissingmilfs]

hi baby. i rut into sevika’s thigh. and yours

that’s all, hehe <3

hi hi hi!!!! i’ll write this for you finally, baby <33

content warnings: needy reader , thigh grinding, breast/nipple play.

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sevika groans frustratedly as she enters the tiny apartment she and her girlfriend shared. her heavy bag thumps on the floor. she internally cringes, hoping the sound wasn’t yet another repair on her long list of things to do.

the apartment felt quieter than normal too. sevika listens intently for any sounds coming from you. or even that little rascal (cat) you decided to rescue a few weeks ago. sevika’s feet press into the soft rugs you’ve strategically laid over the floors. effectively hiding the permanent scuffs marks and mismatched wood sevika pillaged whenever repairs were needed.

entering the solace of the bedroom, sevika finds you curled up in a ball with a pillow stuffed between your legs. the former street cat lays in the indentation of sevika’s body. curled up as a little pill bug. sevika truly does despise how adorably scruffy that cat is. she carefully scoops up the stinker and lays him down on the actual cat bed by the foot of the bed.

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somehow the action manages to rouse you from your nap. your hand extending, patting the bed for your sleep companion. finding the warm spot but no kitty your eyes open—met with sevika’s silhouette as she pulls her tank top off with one hand.

“hi, sleepyhead.” sevika’s naturally gruff voice rings in yours ears.

smiling with sleep etched all over your face—you crawl towards sevika getting undressed. you nuzzle your face against her shoulder and rub your cheek up and down on her soft yet muscular arm. contently humming lowly smelling sevika’s scent after a long day of running around zaun.

sevika chuckle and cups your jaw with one hand, carefully lifting your gaze to meet hers. “missed me, kitten?”

if possible—sevika knew your pupils would shift into hearts to reflect your adoration and devotion. she gladly settles for the visibly brightness in your eyes and how you lean into her hand despite how she holds your jaw.

“mhm…i even cooked dinner and played with kitty. it’s just so boring without you.”

“i’m sure, doll. monitoring silco’s operation isn’t much fun either.” sevika let’s go on your face then pats her lap. “come up. show daddy how much you missed me.”

it takes not even a second before you’re climbing into sevika’s lap. her thighs are expansive and defined in ways you didn’t know possible. your hands immediately trail along her sides and waist. playfully yet focused—you grip and squeeze sevika’s waist. a low groan of surprise comes from the woman. your girlfriend lightly smacks your butt before gripping your cheeks and dragging you closer.

biting the inside of your cheek at the tiniest amount of friction it produces. your fingers tighten on sevika’s waist. shifting and wiggling until you’ve managed to straddle one of her thighs. sevika remains quiet as she watches you get into position. you’re only wearing an oversized shirt and the tiniest piece of underwear. your lounging underwear, as you so often repeat to sevika, when she goads you to throw them away.

sevika’s pants remain. even with the fabrics between you both—sevika instinctively feels how warm your pussy is. leaning your weight forward, your face finds the crook of sevika’s neck. with the faintest whimper at the comforting yet arousing scent. your hips instinctively moving forward with need.

her fingers grip tighter on the swells of your ass—offering guidance of your movements. as you both work to find a suitable balance, your lips begin pressing open mouth kisses along sevika’s neck. hot, needy and wanting kisses. intermixed with your tiny whimpers as your hips rock back and forth on sevika’s thigh. she eagerly tips her head back with a pleased grumble in her throat.

your hand creeps up sevika’s torso. reaching the destination of her perfectly rounded breast and already erect nipple. your thumb swirls around the bud causing sevika’s hips to buck upwards. a moan escapes and buries into sevika’s skin. you bite the part of her neck you moaned into. embedding the noise with your teeth. sevika drags your harder on her thigh but slowed down your needy grinding. it merely warrants even more whimpers and you leaving bites and marks on her neck. you have to work harder to make sure the marks are visible on her richer toned skin. as you mimic drawing blood from her neck—sevika rolls her hips upwards—meeting yours.

there’s a noticeable wet patch ever so growing on your underwear. sevika’s fingers on your ass spreads your cheeks apart even wider letting your clothed cunt feel more of the friction. your own hand kneads sevika’s breast while occasionally rolling her nipple between your index finger and thumb. tugging on the hardened bud with the amount of pressure and force that turns sevika’s grunts and groans into a raspier gasp.

“need to feel you…” you whimper into her neck and clamber one hand to grip the back of it. your hips bucking despite sevika’s attempt to tame the needy actions. you punctuate your request wirh pulling her nipple a bit harder.

sevika growls, “fuck…”, before wrapping your hair around her fist then tugging your head back. “ask nicer.”

you whine and dig your nails into sevika’s tit. “sev…baby…please…i need you…i need to feel you…please baby…please…”

with each needy pleading of yours, sevika’s eyes darken and her own cunt throbs and pools wetness in her boxers. she’s almost as equally desperate but she cannot resist the temptation of taunting you further. “whose sev, hm? you know better than to call me that right now.”

another whine of annoyance yet arousal emits from your throat. you grind your hips down with a slow drag. “se—daddy, please. please.”

“ah. there you go, kitten.” sevika pats your cheek and within a blink of an eye—she’s switched your positions. laying you on your back and soothingly stroking your hair and face. you whimper and lift your hips. she shake her head before softly shushing you.

“daddy will take care of you, baby. just gotta be a good girl and take it.”