Not a fic request, just curious - Which Lana songs do u associate with each of the Arcane milfs?
♡ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰꜱ ᴀꜱ ʟᴅʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ + ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ♡
𝐚/𝐧: i 💗 u, anon. also, i chose the song from their s.o's perspective of them. :3
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: grayson, camille ferros, cassandra, ambessa, sevika, renata (bonus - vi, samira, vayne). ~ wlw
ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ: ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ 💗
it's you, it's you, it's all for you
everything i do
i tell you all the time
heaven is a place on earth with you
tell me all the things you wanna do
i heard that you like the bad girls
honey, is that true?
it's better than i ever even knew
they say that the world was built for two
only worth living if somebody is loving you
and, baby, now you do
he holds me in his big arms
drunk and i am seeing stars
this is all i think of
watchin' all our friends fall
in and out of old paul's
this is my idea of fun
playin' video games
ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ: ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ 💗
cinnamon in my teeth
from your kiss, you're touching me
all the pills that you take
violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work
you try to push me out, but i just find my way back in
violet, blue, green, red to keep me out, i win
there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live
like if you hold me without hurting me
you'll be the first who ever did
there's things i wanna talk about, but better not to keep
but if you hold me without hurting me
you'll be the first who ever did
my pussy taste like pepsi cola
my eyes are wide like cherry pies
i gots a taste for men who are older
it's always been, so it's no surprise
ah, he's in the sky with diamonds
and he’s making me crazy
(i come alive, alive)
all he wants to do is party
with his pretty baby
come on baby, let’s ride
we can escape to the great sunshine
i know your wife and she wouldn’t mind
he used to call me dn
that stood for deadly nightshade
'cause i was filled with poison
but blessed with beauty and rage
jim told me that
he hit me and it felt like a kiss
he used to call me poison
like i was poison ivy
i could've died right then
'cause he was right beside me
jim raised me up
he hurt me but it felt like true love
with his ultraviolence
i can hear sirens, sirens
he hit me and it felt like a kiss
i can hear violins, violins
give me all of that ultraviolence
ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ: ꜰʟᴏʀɪᴅᴀ ᴋɪʟᴏꜱ
white lines, pretty baby, tattoos
don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you
white lines, baking powder on the stove
cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow
i feel you, pretty baby, feel me
turn it up hot, loving you is free
i like it down, like it down, way low
but you already know that, you already know
come on down to florida, i got somethin' for ya
we could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh yeah
guns in the summertime, chic-a-cherry cola lime
prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side
strung in my mouth and gold hoops
you like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
white lines, pretty daddy, go skiing
you snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in
ʀᴇɴᴀᴛᴀ: ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴ
i don't know how you convince them and get them, but
i don't know what you do, it's unbelievable
i don't know how you get over, get over
someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you
one for the money, two for the show
i love you honey, i'm ready, i'm ready, to go
how did you get that way? i don't know
you're screwed up, and brilliant
look like a million dollar man
you've got the world, but baby at what price?
something so strange, hard to define
it isn't that hard boy, to like you or love you
i'd follow you down, down, down
if you're going crazy just grab me, take me
ᴠɪ: ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ
let's get out of this town, baby we're on fire
everyone around here wants to be going down, down
if you stick with me, i can take you higher, and higher
it feels like all of our friends are lost
nobody's found, found, found
i got so scared, i thought no one could save me
you came along scooped me up like a baby
every now and then, the stars align
boy and girl meet by the great design
could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?
everybody told me love was blind
then i saw your face and you blew my mind
finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time
ꜱᴀᴍɪʀᴀ: ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ
why, who me, why?
feet don't fail me now
take me to your finish line
oh my heart it breaks every step that i take
but i'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine
walking through the city streets
is it by mistake or design?
i feel so alone on a friday night
can you make it feel like home if i tell you you're mine?
it's like i told you, honey
don't make me sad, don't make me cry
sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don't know why
keep making me laugh
let's go get high
the road is long, we carry on
try to have fun in the meantime
come take a walk on the wild side
let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
you like your girls insane
so choose your last words, this is the last time
'cause you and i, we were born to die
ᴠᴀʏɴᴇ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ
i paint my nails black
i dye my hair a darker shade of brown
'cause you like your women spanish
dark, strong and proud
i paint the sky black
you said if you could have your way
you'd make a nighttime all today
so it'd suit the mood with your soul
but, oh, what can i do
to turn you on
or get through you?
oh, what can i do?
life is beautiful
but you don't have a clue
sun and ocean blue
it don't make sense to you
black beauty, oh
Leaving the party early 🥃
Sevika x femme!reader, smut!
Summary: The reader is Sevika's girlfriend and spends the evening with her at the last drop. Someone is too needy to wait until they get home, so they desecrate Silco's desk. Sevika and the reader are both stone lesbians in this, the reader is high femme.
6.2 k words, CW for alcohol, smoking, and rough, kinky sex
" Here.” You put down two glasses of Zaunshine and step around the card table. Sevika pulls you into her lap.
“Thank you, baby,” she says into your ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath it.
The five men she is playing against are all wearing different amounts of disdain and annoyance on their faces but don’t dare to say a word. Instead, they all wait patiently as Sevika presses a kiss to your neck and readjusts your position so you sit comfortably on her left thigh, leaning back against her metal shoulder.
“Trump?” she asks absentmindedly and the youngest of the men shuffles in his chair, obviously impatient.
“Cups.” You can see a faint shimmer in his eyes. He has a good hand.
You know better than to underestimate Sevika, and it seems everyone except this newcomer does, too. They keep straight faces as your girlfriend hums and leans forward, snaking her prosthetic arm around your waist and holding you tightly to her chest.
“Well,” she sighs.
She draws a card from the stack and the kid can barely contain himself. One of the older guys grunts and shakes his head, throwing his cards into the middle and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He’s been playing with Sevika for years and knows she is about to teach this novice a lesson.
As the others take their time making their plays, you lean your head back against Sevika’s collarbone. She is hard and warm against your back, a mountain of muscle and metal. And she’s yours. You push your ass back into the crook of her hip, then you slowly, almost unnoticeably, grind forward on her thigh. Sevika flexes her thigh and tightens her grip around your waist, nosing at your bare shoulder. You decided to wear a short, skin-tight dress today, exactly the same color as Sevika’s cloak.
There is no better feeling than walking through the streets of Zaun with your lover’s arm around your shoulders, people’s eyes widening when they recognize who is walking next to you, and then quickly looking down, trying not to offend. It makes you feel invincible. You roll your hips forward again and feel Sevika’s breath on the back of your neck, making the hairs there stand up.
“Baby,” she murmurs warningly. You hum and cock your head as if particularly interested in the current player’s move. You know the effect your bare throat has on Sevika. She can be ravenous, oftentimes leaving your neck bruised and bitten after a long night between the sheets.
It’s her turn again. Only the kid and two other players are still in this round. The idiot rookie is practically drooling now. Sevika leans forward and draws another card, furrowing her brows as she inspects it. You roll your head into the hollow beneath her jaw and peek at her hand - she has the Magician, the Wheel of Fortune, the Empress, and the king of cups. Unless the kid has more trumps than her and only major cards, he's out of luck.
You press down into her thigh and sigh quietly, grabbing her metal hand and interlacing your fingers with hers. One of the men gives you a wary glance - he’s probably seen that hand in action and wouldn’t dream to come near it. You lift your conjoined hands to your face and press a gentle kiss to Sevika’s copper thumb, winking at the man. His adam's apple bobs furiously, then he looks away, inspecting his dusty boots.
“Do you really need it that bad?” Sevika whispers into your ear, quiet enough so no one will hear. You can feel your pulse quickening. “Do you want me inside you, baby?”
You nod, squeezing her hand and grinding against her. You can hear her laugh through her nose, her chest jumping against your back.
“Want me to take you to the bathroom and bury my tongue so deep in your pussy you won’t even remember your own name?” Her voice is a low rumble, barely audible but still crashing into you like a freight train. You can barely stop yourself from whimpering.
“Do you think you could be quiet? Stay silent as I push three fingers in your wet little cunt and fuck you like the slut you are just a room over from this one?” Her lips graze the shell of your ear. “I don’t think so, love. I think you would scream so loud the entire bar would know how good I’m fucking you, how deep I’m inside you.”
The kid puts down his cards. One of the other guys has folded. Without missing a beat, Sevika leans forward to inspect them. You need to blink a few times to focus, vision still foggy from the picture she just painted. His cards are good, two Major Arcana ones, a three of cups, and a five of swords. He’s already eyeing the stack of coins on the table. The last player, a heavily tattooed, black-haired man, shows his cards. Two Majors, a three of batons, and a queen of coins. The newbie blows a breath out of puffed-up cheeks. His cups saved him - barely. All eyes rest on Sevika.
She gently fans out her cards on the tabletop and waits for the realization to sink in. The tattooed guy rolls his eyes and takes a cigarette from his friend’s pack. You bite your lip, watching the emotions play on the kid’s face. Disbelief, denial, concentration as he counts again, defeat, fury. He jumps up so fast his chair is knocked over. It hits the concrete floor with a bang and everyone in the room turns toward him.
He clenches his fists at his sides, his eyes tight slits as he looks back and forth between you and your lover. You draw your eyebrows together, a pitiful expression on your face.
“Ay!” Some other kid, probably a friend of his, calls over from the other side of the private room. He holds up two pints of beer and shoots the loser a warning look. The kid blows out another breath and turns to walk over to his rescuer.
The tattooed man leans over and puts the chair back into a standing position, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He gives Sevika an amused look and she shakes her head at him. He collects the cards and begins to shuffle them while another player pushes the coins over to Sevika’s corner of the table.
Your girlfriend rests her warm, strong hand on your thigh, massaging the inside of it with her fingers. You lightly wriggle in your seat, trying to get her to go higher without spreading your legs for the entire room to see. Her thumb wanders up under the seam of your dress. The lace thong you’re wearing underneath is completely soaked, but she’s still too far away to feel it.
“I don’t think I’ll make it that easy for you,” she says into your ear, keeping her eyes focused on the dancing cards. “I think you need to wait a little longer, learn some patience. I can’t have you dripping all over me every time we’re out in public, keeping me from my business.”
You turn to face her, giving her your saddest and most pathetic look. Doe eyes usually work on her, she can’t resist you when you beg her like this. And indeed, she takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring. She licks her lips, fingers digging into your thigh. Then her expression clears and she picks up the cards she’s just been dealt, her face completely neutral again. You want to scream.
During the next game, you zone out completely. All you can think about is Sevika’s tongue dragging through your wetness, her glistening chin when she comes up and smiles at you, her fingers inside your mouth, her arms holding you in place as she fucks you without mercy. Your breath is shallow, your hips are moving on their own accord. Luckily, this round seems to be a lot more high stakes as the money piles up and all eyes focus on the table.
After a few rounds, Sevika folds her hand and leans back, spreading her arms over the back of the leather sofa. You decide to try again. Slowly, you lean forward to grab her copper cigar case and a lighter, making sure to present your ass to her. You can feel her eyes on your back, tingling up your spine. Turning to face her, you push the small cigar into her golden mouthpiece and flick the lighter. She holds your gaze as she takes the cigar and her lips tighten around the metal, taking a drag and releasing the smoke out of the corners of her mouth.
She pats your upper thigh and you let yourself fall back against her, pressing your temple to her jaw.
“Baby?” you whisper, arching your back to press your ass against her again. “Can we go?”
Sevika takes another pull of her cigar and blows out a few perfect rings of smoke.
“I still have some stuff to take care of. Will you be a good girl and wait your turn?” She rests her hand with the cigar on your thigh. A piece of ash falls off and you flinch at the tiny speck burning your skin. It feels like a needle pricking you.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sevika drawls. “Did that hurt?”
She wipes your thigh with the edge of her palm and a small darkened spot remains, as big as a pinhead. Handing you the cigar for a moment, she sucks on the tip of her thumb into her mouth and rubs it over the spot, leaving a shiny ring on your skin.
You’ve played with wax once before, and pain is a friend you welcome when it comes to you and your lover. If you were aching for her before, this is making you absolutely feral with want. Sevika seems to know. She lightly scratches your left thigh with her metal fingers, leaving red streaks behind.
“I need to go back to the office and sort some things out. If you behave, I’ll take you home and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for a week.’”
You nod breathlessly, craning your neck to press a kiss to the silvery-blue scars on her cheek. She claps her thigh and looks around at the other players.
“Alright, guys, I’m out. Duty calls.”
A few of them mutter something back, but most are still enraptured in the cards on the table and in their hands. Sevika pats your ass and lets you get up first, letting her copper hand slide down your back and over the curve of your ass to stroke the inside of your thigh for a second. Then she gets up, pulls her cloak over her prosthetic arm, and immediately puts her hand around your waist again on the way to the door.
A few called greetings, a nod to the bar, then you’re out on the streets. It’s still relatively early in the night and Zaun is pulsating with lights and music, people desperately seeking distraction from their inner wasteland and willingly pursuing anything the fissures offer them. You pass a pair of enforcers who try hard to act like they’re not scared of Sevika. She chuckles to herself.
“Little rats, scurrying around here looking for scraps.” She pulls you closer and presses a hard kiss into the side of your head. You can feel the heat of her exhale on your scalp and snake your hand around her slim waist, squeezing back.
When you arrive at Silco’s headquarters, everything is dark. He’s up at the docks with Jinx, having left early to go along with something exciting she wanted to show him. Sevika unlocks the door and lets you in before turning and locking it again. Green neon light shines in from the street so you don’t turn any lights in the entrance hall.
Silco’s office is behind a heavy wooden door only he, Jinx, and Sevika have a key to. She unlocks it and takes your hand, flicking the lights on with the other.
“I just need to prepare some shipment forms and leave instructions for the second crew tomorrow. It won’t take too long.”
You sigh and throw yourself on the sofa in the corner while Sevika sits down at Silco’s desk. She begins sorting through some paperwork and you stare up into Jinx’s web of planks and ropes, covered in drawings and splashes of color. That girl has a screw loose, but you usually don’t mind her presence. On the rare occasions that you met, she was always nice to you, although quick to try and embarrass Sevika in front of you. Calming your girlfriend down after those encounters involved a lot of reassurance and praise, making sure she knows how much you love and respect her and how everyone else does, too. The latter, at least.
Sevika coughs and you look over to her, bent over her forms and scribbling intently. Your gaze wanders over her silky dark hair, her smooth brown skin, her furrowed brows, her curved nose. Her tongue darts out between her lips as she sketches something on the paper. Sometimes you think you'll die just from looking at her.
You get up and slowly walk toward her. She barely looks up. You round the desk and lean back on it right next to her, trailing your fingers over her shoulder.
“Not yet, baby. I’m busy.”
You let out a little whimper, rubbing your thighs together. Her hand grabs your knee, stilling your movements.
“Stop that. Be patient.”
“Please…” you whine and pull yourself up on the desk. Slowly, you spread your legs, the fabric of your dress riding further and further up until your clothed core is exposed, dark with wetness.
Sevika closes her eyes, nostrils flaring. You know she can smell your arousal. You smell it, too, sweet and dark, your love’s biggest weakness. Her grip on your knee tightens.
“You’re killing me, Y/N.” You perk up at the use of your given name. She usually only calls you pet names.
She pushes her forms to the side and pulls you into the middle of the desk, then she scoots forward between your spread legs. Massaging the insides of your thighs, digging her metal thumb in just a little too hard, she leans her forehead against your chest.
“I need to work, don’t you see that?” Her voice is hollow as her hands go higher, caressing your hips and pushing the fabric of your dress up further until her fingers hook around the seam of your thong.
You lean back on your hands and lift your hips so she can pull your underwear over your thighs. A clear string of wetness hangs between the fabric and your throbbing cunt for a second, mesmerizing both of you. Then Sevika pulls the silky lace over your knees and wrestles it over your leather boots. Her chest lifts with every hard breath she takes. Her eyes meet yours. They’re almost completely black.
“Come here, you little brat.”
You scoot forward and bend over in hopes of a kiss. She grants it to you, dragging her tongue against yours lazily. Without warning, she thrusts two fingers all the way inside you. You gasp into her mouth, knocking your forehead against hers and squeezing your eyes shut.
“Shhh, what’s wrong, baby? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She curls her fingers inside you, making your toes curl.
“Yes,” you moan, fighting for breath.
“Do you know what my problem is?” Sevika asks, leaning back in her chair without pulling out of you. The pads of her fingers rest on that perfectly tender spot inside you, every tiny movement shooting electricity up your spine. A pat of her metal hand on your thigh makes you jerk your head up.
“Today I thought, you know what, I’ll take my girl out for a drink, bring her with me as a good luck charm. So I take you to the Last Drop, buy you a drink, make sure you’re nice and cozy, let you sit right on my lap in front of everyone.” Her copper fingers wander up your body and pinch your nipple, making you cry out. “I mean, I gotta show them you’re mine, right?”
“Yours,” you pant, “yes.”
“But it seems I underestimated just how much of a needy little slut you are, how I can’t even let you sit on my lap without you getting all riled up.”
You’re paralyzed by her fingers inside you, excited and terrified of what she will do next.
“So I think to myself, I’ll take you here while I finish up instead of sending you home and joining you later. I don’t wanna make you wait all alone. God knows you’d start getting off without me.” She curls her fingers again and you sigh deeply. She frowns at you. “Tell me you would have waited for me.”
“I wouldn’t…” you whine, “I would, I -”
Sevika smiles triumphantly.
“I know, baby. You just can’t help yourself. All evening you’ve been thinking about me filling you up, about my face between your legs. I’ll make it better.”
She pulls her fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth, standing up and pressing closer. You suck on them desperately, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
“Taste yourself, baby. That’s a good girl.” You moan around her fingers, sucking harder. “God, I love that pretty mouth of yours.”
She pulls her hand back and you let go with a pop before Sevika finally captures your lips with her own again. Her tongue presses into your mouth, wet and thick, sinking into you for a moment before she pulls back and runs her metal hand over her hair.
She rushes out of the office, boots heavy on the tile floor. You’re left alone on Silco’s desk, the cool air brushing against your wet folds. You shiver. After a minute, your girlfriend returns, still wrapped in her cloak. You shoot her a questioning look as she sits back down in her chair and scoots close.
“I need to finish this paperwork so the others can do their job in the morning. But if you’re so desperate, I’ll make the wait more enjoyable. She unclasps her cloak and lets it fall over the backrest of the chair. A bulge in her pants captures your attention. She wasn’t packing earlier, you would have felt it on her lap.
“For me?” You whisper, delighted.
You slide off the desk and step closer on unsteady legs before straddling your lover. Your foreheads touch as you slowly open the button on her pants and pull down the zipper, holding your breath in anticipation. A strap-on the same color as her skin is trapped in her pants, fastened into a boxer harness. You feel yourself salivate as you pull it out and weigh it in your hand.
“It’s so big,” you whisper. The strap-on you’ve used before at home is a lot smaller. You’ll have to fight to get this one in all the way.
“Oh, you’ll make it fit.” Sevika grabs your jaw and makes you look at her. “Won’t you, baby?”
You nod and lower your head again, feeling wetness run down the inside of your thigh and on Sevika’s pants. You grind forward and whimper as your clit grazes the base of the strap.
“You’re gonna sit on my strap,” Sevika says, “and stay there with me buried deep inside you until I’m done. No fucking yourself on it, no bouncing around and distracting me. You’ll stay quiet and you’ll be grateful that I allowed you to keep me warm while I work.”
“Yes, Sir,” you mumble.
“Now make it nice and wet for that pretty pussy of yours.” You hold her gaze as you let a thread of spit fall from your lips, perfectly hitting the head of the dildo, then you start spreading it with your fingers. “Good girl. Come on, show me how well you can take it.”
You lift your hips and guide the strap-on between your legs, slowly sinking on it until you’re halfway down. You feel impossibly stretched out, the pain making you slightly dizzy.
“It’s so big,” you gasp, digging your fingers into Sevika’s shoulders.
“Shhh, baby. You’re doing so good. Here.” She strokes your cheek with her thumb, then she presses it into your mouth and you close your eyes, sucking on it as you sink deeper. “Look at how well you’re taking my strap, baby. You look so beautiful like this, all filled up.”
Her metal hand grabs your ass hard, making you hum around her finger. You feel yourself hitting the fabric of her boxers with your clit and sigh, releasing her thumb from your mouth.
“There you go.” Sevika’s voice is gentle, soothing. “Now give me some time to finish up here, okay?”
You nod, still unable to speak, and let yourself fall forward against her. Burying your face in her neck, you wait until your body adjusts to the size of the strap-on inside you. Sevika is already absorbed in her strategy plan again. Slowly, carefully, you push your hips forward an inch. Your clit brushes against her boxers again and you press an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, repeating the movement.
You do your best not to disturb your hard-working girlfriend, moving your hips in tiny waves as you grow more and more desperate. You long to sit up and fall down on her strap again, long for her to slam into you. You’re growing wetter and wetter as you try to increase the friction to your clit, but there’s no way, so you have to content yourself with minuscule movements that send tiny flashes of heat up into your stomach.
At some point, Sevika wraps her mechanical arm around you, probably trying to get you to move less. You sigh into her shoulder and consider squeezing your hand between you to use your fingers on yourself. As if she knows what you were thinking, Sevika adjusts in her chair, making you shudder as she moves inside you.
“You’re not thinking of disobeying me, are you?” Her breath is hot in your ear.
“You wouldn’t dream of fucking yourself on my strap until you cum while I’m busy with work, right? You would never just touch yourself after we said you needed to wait, would you?”
“I wouldn’t!” You cry out, using the moment to grind forward and shivering with pleasure.
“You wouldn’t.” You can hear the smile in her voice as she tightens her arm around you and begins writing again.
If this goes on much longer, you’ll actually cry from frustration. You press your forehead into the crook of her neck, dragging it against her skin and nuzzling your nose under her jaw, rubbing your face against her. She sighs and jerks her thigh, thrusting the strap-on even deeper inside you. You bite down on her neck.
“Five minutes,” she growls through her teeth. “Five fucking minutes, Y/N.”
You still completely, hoping she’ll work faster if you wait this out. The sound of her pen scratching over paper is the only sound that breaks the silence. You can feel your insides convulsing around the strap-on, searching for movement, for friction, anything. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You press a chaste kiss to the small hollow behind Sevika’s earlobe. The pen clatters to the tabletop, then papers are stacked and placed in a drawer. Then, silence.
Slowly, you lean back and blink up at your lover through teary eyes. She cocks her head, looking at you with soft adoration, then she brushes a tear from your cheek.
“Hey. What’s this about?”
“I need you,” you whisper, grinding forward again. Her hands fall to your hips.
“Speak up, baby.”
“I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ve been waiting so long.” Your bottom lip quivers as you give her your best doe eyes again. “I’ve been a good girl for you.”
Sevika melts right in front of you. Her hands tighten on your hips and guide them upward. Both of you watch as the strap-on becomes visible.
“God,” Sevika breathes, “I fucking love your pussy. You’re divine.”
Not taking her eyes off the strap vanishing inside you, she suddenly snaps your hips back down on her. You cry out, the sound echoing in the large room.
“Yes!” You hold on to her shoulders and let your head fall back, exposing your throat. Sevika is there in a heartbeat, sucking a mark into the delicate skin as she pulls your hips up and slams them down again.
“Look at you, baby. You need it so bad, don’t you? Need me to fill you up and fuck you until you can’t think?”
You nod frantically, forcing your tired thighs to cooperate as you bounce on her lap, your gasps getting louder and more erratic.
“You’re already doing so well on your own, I’m not even doing anything.” Sevika’s hands massage your ass, spreading your cheeks. “Tire yourself out on my strap, baby, fuck yourself on me until you’re too exhausted, then I’ll take care of you. I’ll fuck you nice and deep, right on this table.”
She uses her metal hand to pull down the neckline of your dress, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking hard. You whine and start scratching her shoulders, trying to find purchase and ending up burying your fingers in her hair. Her other hand wanders lower, deeper in between your cheeks until her forefinger brushes over the sensitive ring of muscle there.
You pant, instinctively pushing back against her fingers. She grins up at you before sucking another mark into the soft skin of your other breast. Then she presses the tip of her finger inside and you pull her hair hard, making her hiss and sink her teeth into your soft flesh. You slam yourself down onto her strap, beginning to mumble curses, pet names, love declarations. You know you’re getting close, and you haven’t even touched your clit yet.
“I’m gonna come,” you gasp, and half expect her to punish you by stopping.
Sometimes, she edges you for hours, bringing you to the brink of orgasm dozens of times and denying you release until you’re a crying, begging mess. But she seems to have different plans today.
“Touch yourself for me.” Her metal arm holds you tight, supporting your movements.
She continues covering your breasts in lovebites and you shove your hand between your bodies, finding your swollen clit waiting for the final push over the edge. It barely takes three strokes of your fingers, and then you’re howling her name. Sevika pushes her finger deep inside you while she slams you down on her strap and bites down on your nipple.
Your orgasm seems to go on forever, your lover forcing your movements even as you hang limply in her arms, a long, continuous whine escaping your lips. When you finally come to, you tap her shoulder.
“Too much,” you slur, “too much.”
Sevika hugs you tight, letting you breathe for a moment as you sit with her strap buried to the hilt in your cunt. Then, she stands up and sits you down on the table, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up so she could see herself move slowly out of you. You lean back on your elbows, pleading for a break, just a moment to breathe.
“Uh-uh.” Her voice drips like dark syrup as she pulls out up to the tip and then slowly pushes forward again, stretching you out. The angle is even more intense like this.
“I know it hurts, baby, I know. You’re just a little overwhelmed right now, but you can take it. Take my entire strap, take it so deep, baby.” She bottoms out inside you and your eyes roll back into your head. “I’ll go slow for you, but I won’t stop. You just have to relax for me.”
Your heavy breaths fill the room as she keeps a slow pace, pulling out as far as she can and then driving home deep inside you. You feel exposed, your pussy on show for her, making wet, obscene noises as she fucks into it. After a few minutes, you feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach again. You need her closer, deeper.
You whine and grab at your lover’s strong upper arm, fingers slipping and finding no purchase.
“What do you need, baby?” She’s breathing more heavily now, struggling to keep her slow rhythm instead of slamming into you. You whimper again, pawing at her. “Use your words.”
“Harder,” you whisper. “Please.”
“Hmm,” Sevika cocks her head, considering. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? I’m not sure.”
“I have, I waited for you,” you whine, “I waited so long! Please!”
“You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours? Make you scream right here in Silco’s office, spread your cum on his desk? How bad do you want it, baby?”
You haul yourself forward, interlacing your fingers behind the back of her neck and pulling yourself close. Looking up innocently at her, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Sevika’s eyes flash and she thrusts into you hard, grunting. Then she spits in your mouth, hitting your tongue. You make a show of swallowing it.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Sevika growls and pulls your ankles over her shoulders, then she grabs your lower back and slams into you. You hold on for dear life, her breath mixing with yours in the small space between you as she spears you on her strap again and again.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, yes,” you moan and she crashes her mouth against yours, teeth clicking together and her tongue finding yours. You suck it into your mouth, desperate and hot, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling as her thrusts increase in speed.
Her hands are everywhere, over your back, in your hair, on your ass, on your neck. Her metal hand grabs your jaw hard and forces it open again. Some of Sevika’s spit hits the corner of your mouth and she smears it over your cheek, wild eyes boring into yours.
At some point, your strength leaves you and you fall back onto the table, arching your back and trying to find something to hold on to as she fucks you into oblivion. Your hand sneaks over your stomach, trying to reach your clit again. Sevika slaps your hand away.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes!” You force yourself to look at her. She smiles.
Then she spits on your clit and starts rubbing circles into it with her thumb. Everything else fades away. There is only the thump of her hips against your ass, her copper fingers digging into your breast, her warm thumb heavy on your clit, her strap splitting you open for her, her hot breath on your thigh before she bites into it and you’re falling into sweet nothing.
Your entire body convulses as heat explodes through your veins, knocking the air out of your lungs. You almost choke on the impact, drawing in a ragged breath and scratching your nails over the wooden tabletop.
“Fuck!” you manage to shout and fight yourself up on your elbows. Sevika has slowed down, staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Her mouth hangs open and her thumb strokes your clit again, making you jerk up and laugh breathlessly.
“No more, please,” you whimper against her lips. She runs the tip of her tongue over yours, then she looks down to where your bodies are conjoined and slowly pulls out.
You let out a relieved sigh, scooting forward to jump off the table. But Sevika is not done yet. She sinks to her knees between your legs and runs her hands up the insides of your thighs.
“Oh baby, you’ve made such a mess,” she purrs. “Look at that destroyed little pussy, leaking all over the table. Who’s gonna clean this up?”
You fight down the instinct to close your legs and escape her burning gaze.
“I don’t know,” you whisper.
“Do you want me to do it?” She squeezes your thigh and gently blows air on your sensitive clit. “Wash you with my tongue, make sure I get deep inside and swallow every last drop of cum?”
You caress her hair with a shaky hand, nodding sheepishly. You have no idea how you’ll survive this. But there is no other way, her face is determined. You sigh. “Yes, please.”
Sevika begins slowly by pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, making her way up to your pussy, and gently running her tongue over your clit. You shiver, knees trembling. Then she drags her tongue through your wet folds, meeting your gaze.
Your face is hot with exhaustion and the rush of intimacy. Sevika is so incredibly unapologetic about her desire for you, so unbothered by anything you might have hidden from another lover, so devoted to every single inch of your body. You had never known how good sex could feel before you met her. She lets you reach for the stars and she has never failed to bring them down to you.
Her broad tongue laps at you, evoking a pleasant tingle between your hips. She licks the tops of your thighs, the soft skin around your entrance, then she sinks her tongue inside and drinks you in. Her lips close around your clit and she sucks gently, making you moan and grab her head, pressing her closer. She grunts and sucks harder, dragging her hot tongue up and down over your core.
You can already feel yourself approaching another high, slow and gentle this time, but Sevika has other plans. Her mouth wanders lower, tongue pressing into the tender flesh beneath your entrance, then she pushes your thighs up for better access and goes even lower.
“Oh fuck, baby…” You’ve never felt her lips there, never known how intense it would feel. She laps up the wetness that has run down between your cheeks, then she swirls her tongue over your hole and gently pushes the tip inside. You let out a high-pitched moan and wrap your hands around your thighs, pulling them closer to your chest.
Sevika hums appreciatively and runs her hand over your ass, slapping it hard and kneading it. You can feel your nails digging into your skin and bite your lip, trying not to lose yourself. But then her tongue pushes in harder, teeth grazing your skin, and her thumb sinks inside your dripping cunt.
Her fingers lay gently on your clit as her thumb presses up against your g-spot. Her hot, wet mouth works on your ass and something wells up in your stomach, dark, dangerous, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You desperately pull your lover’s hair and her tongue pushes inside you again, fingers rubbing up and down your clit. Her thumb fucks you gently, shallowly. The combination is too much, it’s delightful and torturous and oh, oh -
Your orgasm hits you without warning, slams through you like an explosion and in the middle of it, Sevika’s mouth keeps eating you out, her fingers don’t stop moving, her moans envelop you and make you feel safe as you ride out your high.
When your body finally stills, sweaty and numb, she gently pulls out and lets herself fall into her chair. You roll your head to the side and watch her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before she runs her eyes up your body, caressing every inch of it with her loving gaze. When you hold up a hand and reach out, she pulls you up and lifts you off the table, right into her lap again. Your clit grazes the cold, sticky strap-on and you flinch - too sensitive.
“Shhh.” Sevika strokes your hair and presses tiny kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your mouth. You both have to smile against each other’s lips. “Want me to take you home, baby?”
You nod and bury your head in the crook of her neck. She chuckles quietly, adjusting your dress to the correct position again. Then she bends to pick up your underwear and pockets it without comment. You help her remove the strap-on from her boxer harness and she lets it fall into a small bag she wears under her cloak.
When you finally stand again after what felt like an eternity, your knees are still wobbly. Your girlfriend wraps a strong arm around your back and you hold on to her waist. You fall into step as you walk toward the door, boots thumping a heavy rhythm. Sevika flicks off the light and locks up.
When you’re out on the street again, people give you curious looks that quickly turn into respectful nods toward Sevika. You must look thoroughly fucked. And as if on cue, wetness starts leaking out of you, smearing between the tops of your thighs with every step. You smile and press your temple against your lover’s chest. She squeezes your shoulders and kisses the top of your head.
“You okay?” she asks in a low voice. You smile up at her.
Bonus: The next morning. Silco's office.
“The next time I find an imprint of your girlfriend’s private parts on my desk I’ll personally hand you over to the enforcers.”
Arcane characters with a gamer/streamer s/o
Kind of messed up and posted the draft so now I can't use the answer part but trust me, it was an ask. I'm so sorry to the person who asked, that was my bad.
Gender neutral reader, fluff, modern au ig
"Oh cool! You stream too?"
Jayce would be ecstatic to hear that you were a fellow streamer. It was the the highlight of your conversation.
Collaborations were a must. He even suggests that you two start a different channel just for the two of you to stream on.
Would 100% introduce you as his partner at the start of every stream and his chat would always go, "We know, Jayce. You've told us already."
Speaking of chat, once you were introduced, Jayce was put on the back burner under claims that you were more entertaining.
Would probably sulk about it and whine that you've taken over his channel but he really doesn't mind. He loves seeing you play and entertain his fans (they're honestly all yours now).
He's not a stranger to PDA. He'd go an entire stream having you sit on his lap or the other way around. (Much to the dismay of all the single peeps who watch his streams.)
Quick kisses before, during and after a game. Maybe a little extra when he losses and gets all bummed about it.
Uses pet names like baby, babe, honey.
Probably says, "THEY HAVE A BOYFRIEND." or "I'M RIGHT HERE." If ever someone asks you if you're single.
"That's wonderful. I'm happy that you've found something that you're passionate about."
He treats it like any other hobby of yours and is honestly really chill and supportive.
Would probably bring you snacks and drinks while also hiding from the camera. He would also just lounge around the room, maybe even reading a book while you stream or just watching the stream in general.
A bit sassy on the comments whenever you lose a game and would probably tease you about it.
He doesn't appear on camera that often and he's a bit hesitant to join you at first. People weren't exactly his 'thing' but he'll try.
The first time he appeared on camera was the most nerve wracking experience he's had to date. It felt like everyone was looking at him and judging. You assured him that it was fine though and told chat to behave.
He's extremely camera shy, however. Even after he's appeared on your channel a bunch of times, he still tends to lean out of frame or hide behind you.
Not a fan of any public affection so he keeps it to light and small touches and holding your hand out of frame.
Would probably call you my love, darling, lyubov/lyobov moya or other endearments in his native language.
Least to say, he prefers to support you from behind the camera. Or under the desk.
"I can't say that I know much about gaming, but I do have a keen eye for management."
Exactly how it sounds. She was there when you picked up the idea of streaming in the first place and offered to be your manager.
She's great at it too.
The calm, collected instructions on when the best times to stream are, conversations of your audience and what they like and dislike as well as what games are popular at the moment, all of it mixed in with the love of a partner who'd support you no matter what.
She can both be strict at how you manage your media accompanied with your health. Both mental and physical.
She wouldn't hesitate to scold you even while you're streaming after she told you to take a break. Your chat has taken to calling her gold mama.
She doesn't appear on camera a lot but when she does, she usually tends to speak to chat or watch as you play. Video games weren't exactly her thing.
Make up and fashion streams. That's it. If both of your schedules allow it, she'd be more than happy to dress you up and have a little fashion show stream.
PDA wasn't a big deal for her. Kisses, touches, hugs, whatever. She wouldn't mind.
Takes to calling you honey, love, sweetheart
"Really? We should stream together sometime."
Loves that you two get to share similar hobbies and interests.
Would introduce you to their chat as a 'visitor' or 'friend' at first if you aren't comfortable with making your relationship public, but if you don't mind she'd just outright say it...a bit awkwardly.
Chat member: Are you two dating? Caitlyn: Us? Dating? *Pauses to see your reaction* Yeah. Yeah, we are.
She prefers playing first person shooter games but if you prefer more relaxing, less killing ones, then she'd go out of her way to do so.
Gets a bit flustered when displaying public affection. You initiate it most of the time, seeing her face turn a light pink was adorable.
Don't overdo it though, you might get more than what you bargained for.
Pet names usually used are sweetheart, baby, love
"Wanna play CoD?"
Another streamer of the ecstatic and loud type.
Trash talking to the max. There are no exemptions, not even you.
If you're a complete beginner expect to be absolutely t-bagged on. If you're actually really good, she would purposefully call you bad when you miss one time.
Your teammates aren't even safe from the absolute hell she unleashes out of her mouth. It's both extremely funny and borderline insanity inducing.
She will tone things down if you ask her to and she'd revert to light, teasing comments rather than her outrageous offenses.
Great at any games that involve guns and shooting people.
PDA in a form of clinging on to you which makes playing a hard task and/or showering you with kisses when she wins a game.
Nicknames are either bunny, bubs/bubba or literally anything that crosses her mind. She called you lil bug one time.
"Okay...what's that exactly?"
Look. He's old. But he's trying.
Although he doesn't get a full grasp of what streaming is exactly, he supports you no matter what.
He tries getting into your hobbies by watching other streamers or searching games up online. He likes to think that he's got a good grasp on the thing but then words like "KEK" and "Pogchamp" get thrown around and he's lost.
Would prefer to just hang around and watch you stream off camera. Maybe he'd even be a moderator if he understands what buttons to push.
Probably hands you some snacks while you stream and asks about how the stream is going.
Chat just absolutely explodes at the sound of his voice. Thank god you had a good moderation team. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Do you need a dog? I can bark. Awooga!!!
He finds it amusing and would probably use that knowledge to get a rise out of you.
When he finally agrees to do a face reveal, you can't exactly remember how many people your mods had banned.
Pet names are usually dove, beautiful and my darling.
"Cool. Are you going to eat that?"
She doesn't exactly stream but who cares, watching you do what you do best is way better in her opinion.
She'd occasionally hop on to play some games with you and whatnot. It's a great way of curing her boredom and with chat in the mix, it was a great day to be alive.
She tend to over share on some details and would promptly shut up when you ask her to. Well, when she decides to listen to you.
Your relationship was something she tended to flex on all the lonely losers out there who can't get a partner.
When you do something particularly good, she'd erupt into shouts of praise and encouragement, a wide grin on her face as she faces the camera.
"You see that right there? That was all them. They did that. I'm so lucky to have you as my partner."
Cheeky little shit, stealing kisses, purposefully flirting and basically pulling you to her and attaching you to her side.
Pet Names include Honeybun, sugarplum and plain old sugar.
She isn't exactly into those kinds of things but she isn't ignorant to the streaming platform.
Tech savvy Sevika? Hell yeah.
She'll help you get your setup all ready, help you build your pc and even get your wires and cables all straightened out. She says that paying someone else to do that would be a total waste of money.
She honestly doesn't care about being seen on camera or not. She just pretends that chat doesn't exist and goes about her conversation with you like every other day.
Workout streams? Good luck on feeling anything on your body tomorrow. She'll beat you to a pulp. (In a loving way of course.)
She wouldn't hesitate to pick you up from your chair and just leave the stream running while forcing you into bed or for some cuddles alone time.
Would probably threaten people from chat if they say anything particularly mean to you. Which inevitably put your channel at risk for being banned.
PDA is basically having an arm around you at all times.
Pet names are usually bun, dumbass and darlin'
Again, so sorry to the person who asked. Hopefully you get to see this.
I'm actually thinking of writing domestic Arcane characters next...would anyone be interested in seeing that?