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#arcane sevika x black!reader
liyawritesss · 2 years
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ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴡ/ ᴀɴ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴡ/ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ
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Pairing: Sevika ;; Vi ;; Jinx;; Mel;; Grayson x GN!Black!Reader
Genre: Headcanons
Synopsis: How would the women of Arcane react to having an s/o with a smart mouth
Warnings: slight cursing
A/N: sort of based on my fic abt sevika i posted a while back (that yall are still showin yall ass on…I see yall
Sevika
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Absolutely loves it, one hundred percent.
Sure Sevika likes a cute little bimbo she can manhandle, but a woman who can hold her own, be it with solid punches or a ruthless mouth, has her heart on a silver platter
Sits back and watch proudly as you tear through whoever is brave enough to come at you with a fragile ego. 
She definitely thinks its hot, would probably try to piss you off herself just to see you a bit pissed. She’s toxic like that.
“I like me a woman with pretty lips, and a filthy mouth to match.”
Vi
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Similar to sevika, she will definitely enjoy watching you tear someone a new ass for talking sideways to her, yourself, or anyone of your friends.
Also thinks it’s hella hot how you tell people off
She likes the balance that you provide in your relationship - you deal the damage with words, and she deals it with her fists. Its a wonder-duo type thing
Often jokes about how she doesn’t know how she hasn’t managed to piss you off yet, but she does actively avoid making you mad for other reasons.
“Damn, remind me to never get on your bad side then.”
Jinx
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She’s in the background, giggling with a glass of juice in her hand, enjoying the show to the fullest
In all honesty she’s the one that probably started it, by provoking the other person to come at you. Probably because she’s bored, or she sees you’ve got some pent up emotions and need to release it with some…positive vocal reinforcement.
Afterwards, theres an impromptu spiderman kiss, cause she’s just like a little monkey and watches from the ceiling beams as you tear into the poor guy
“Nice job, toots. Bet he won’t show his face around here again!”
Mel
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Material gworl is very proud of you for using your words, even if they may be a bit vile and not appropriate if the setting is on the more fancy side
Nonetheless she watches from the sidelines, sipping on her class of champagne while you essentially curse out some random aristocrat with an inflated ego, with all the class and sophistication she taught you
Will put on that Councilwoman act to ‘scold you’ about your behavior, but behind closed doors, the situation is the but of every joke for the next few days.
She honestly wishes she had the same mouth as yours, but she’s quite fine leaving the dirty work to you if you insist. She’s not about to argue with you, especially not after you went in on a poor partygoer a couple of hours ago.
“You had a very interesting choice of words for that advisor earlier. Perhaps I should watch my own tongue for a while - wouldn’t want you nipping at me, now.”
Grayson
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Initially, Grayson scolds you.
You should know better than to let someone get under your skin, but sometimes her subordinates are a bit….enigmatic
She first sends them off, either putting them on paperwork duty or sends them to the training grounds to put in some laps around the court
When it comes to you, she apologizes on behalf of her subordinate, but the slight smile on her face tells you she found a bit of amusement in your colorful choice of words.
“Lets hope you didn’t bruise his ego too much, dear. But, really, you didn’t have to do him like that, love.”
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seulszn · 1 month
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Listen I love TLOU and the fandom very much but a lot of people (not calling anybody out) need a reality check and need to grow up. I wanna say my two cents on things that bother me in this fandom.
1. Boycotting for Palestine
I have seen multiple times on multiple occasions where people would sit on their phone and complain about why writers are “flooding the tags with this boycotting bullshit” and honestly all I have to say is your super childish you can’t take a hour or a week out of your day to raise awareness on a important topic that is affecting millions of people? Your so horny so down bad for pixelated characters that you don’t care about the innocent children, women and men that are dying in Palestine? The boycotting isn’t gonna stop just because you want your needs filled, the boycotting isn’t going to stop because you think it needs to, it’s not gonna stop until Palestine is free. And if you wanna read things that bad then read nobody is stoping you but a take into ignition that if a writer is spreading awareness then don’t be ignorant and say stupid shit
2. Less Sex and more angst or other genres.
Listen I love Abby and Ellie just like everyone else and I read a lot of smut about them but does that all y’all see when y’all look at them? As sex objects? Like I’m not saying that you should stop writing smut for those characters but write other things to that don’t involve smut, like angst I see a lot of people under that tag say how they wish writers would as write other things that isn’t just smut and majority of the time when they say that they get hated for it. It lowkey gets boring reading fanfics where the whole plot is smut, smut, smut. And again I’m not saying to stop writing smut but please for the love of whatever you believe in write other genres.
3. Black inclusivity
As a black writer and a black person TLOU tag isn’t inclusive enough. I know you must be thinking “Why are we speaking about this again?” Because I’m honestly so tired of how uninclusive the fandom is like I said before Ellie dates WOC if you don’t know what WOC is it’s Women Of Color all of Ellie’s girlfriends where WOC now I’m not saying you can’t write for Ellie as a white person and I’m not saying that never did all I am saying is once again all of Ellie’s girlfriend where POC
Riley was a Black African American who Dated Ellie
Cat the girl who wasn’t mentioned alot but is in the game is Asian American who also dated Ellie
Dina is a Jewish (Mexican, Middle Eastern ) American who dated Ellie
Also yes we know when the reader is white coded so don’t try a put that you don’t mention when race mentioned cause you do and we can tell when you do “She’s Petite and cute with her long blonde hair” or whatever you bitches be saying we know when you guys aren’t inclusive the whole point of fanfiction writing is to be inclusive is to make sure that readers can see themself in your xreader so if your putting all these “white things and then labeling your story as “the readers race is not mentioned” or that OC stuff that y’all do then just label the story as a white reader or a OC reader
4. Futa, trans and masc
Now here I’m gonna discuss two or three things starting off with Futa and Trans. Now I don’t know when “Futa” or “Trans” Ellie and Abby came from but a lot of you readers need to understand and learn the difference between the two because they are both very different things.
Futanari: is the Japanese word for hermaphroditism, which is also used in a broader sense for androgyny. Beyond Japan, the term has come to be used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of eroge, manga, and anime, which includes characters that show primary sexual characteristics from both females and males. In today's language, it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine body, but have both female and male primary genitalia (although a scrotum is not always present, while breasts, a penis, and a vulva are). The term is also often abbreviated as futa(s), which is also used as a generalized term for the works themselves.
Transgender (often shortened to trans) is someone whose gender identity differs from that typically associated with the sex they were assigned at birth. Some transgender people who desire medical assistance to transition from one sex to another identify as transsexual. Transgender is also an umbrella term; in addition to including people whose gender identity is the opposite of their assigned sex (trans men and trans women), it may also include people who are non-binary or genderqueer. Other definitions of transgender also include people who belong to a third gender, or else conceptualize transgender people as a third gender. The term may also include cross-dressers or drag kings and drag queens in some contexts. The term transgender does not have a universally accepted definition, including among researchers.
Mind you I am not transgender I am nonbinary but I see a lot of transgender people speak up about how offensive it is to write a character as Transgender but it’s not really transgender but a Futanari remember a Futa is a character who is assigned a gender at birth but just has extra sexual parts like a penis.
Now another thing that bothers me is how y’all Masculinize Masc Lesbians as if they still aren’t women themselves like every time I read a fanfic with Ellie or Abby or even Vi and Sevika from Arcane you guys like to ignore they fact that they are also women themselves like it’s not gonna kill you to give those characters feminine compliments there shouldn’t be a reason why your calling these women “handsome” or other Masculine compliments and also a lot of Masculine women where makeup it’s not just a feminine woman thing. Masc Lesbians are women they aren’t men so stop treating them as if they are men and ignoring the fact that they are women
5. the Innocent childish reader gotta stop.
They title says enough I don’t think I need to say too much but a lot of y’all get innocent and corruption mixed up but a corruption kink is When you find the idea of "corrupting" someone, mostly in a sexual way, like taking virginities or introducing people to stuff like bdsm etc. It's the idea of having someone "pure" do "bad" things under your influence. And innocent is not corrupted or tainted with evil or unpleasant emotion; sinless; pure. not guilty of a particular crime; blameless. (From the dictionary)
Y’all need to understand yes not everyone knows what sex is but everyone knows what a vagina is what a penis is, what a orgasm is and what sex is but they may not knows what happens when you have sex so making the reader what y’all call innocent isn’t innocent it’s honestly to me perverted cause the only one who would say something like “my cunny feels weird 🥺” or that “what is sex 🥺” is a child. Children don’t know what sex is children don’t know what pleasure or orgasms is and when y’all say “the reader is a Bimbo” is also funny cause Bimbos know what sex is as well yes they may be stupid but they aren’t slow so before you make a innocent reader please think “am I making my reader act like a child or am I gonna make her really innocent like how regular grown ass adults act?” so don't get not knowing and "innocent" mixed up
6. The stories where they have sex inside a church also gotta stop
Now I’m not a Christian but these stories are honestly really bad and are Blasphemy a lot of people have come out and said that they don’t like the fact that people are writing stories about church in a sexual way like their shouldn’t be any reason why your characters are fucking inside a church, that’s like stomping on someone’s dead grave. You guys do shit like this and then wonder why Christian’s don’t like us. Religion isn’t something to be sexualized it’s not something to be playing with either this idc how much you hate Christianity you can be a Atheist, or Catholic or Jewish but please for the love of whatever you believe in don’t sexualize people’s religion.
That’s all I can think of at the moment if I think of more I’ll of course make a part two to this but don’t take anything I said here to heart it’s just my blunt honest opinion on things in this fandom and if I get hate for this 🤷🏾‍♀️
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radbirdtheorist · 4 months
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I feel like writing soooo give me some requests please if you can,no matter what race,size,religion or sexuality,I’ll make it
(And no mater how kink it is)
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mxyx-rx444 · 1 year
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soooooo....i wanna start writing again...and i have a story idea in my head....buutttt idk who to write it for....I'm stuck between sevika, shuri, riri, and izogie...and they all fit perfectly for said idea but idk who to choose....help😭
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kj-1130 · 2 years
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https://discord.gg/fAEfwtjwX8
here’s the discord for black writers!
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sevsdollette · 8 months
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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin
content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.
summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.
chapters:
1. Relaxing Night
2. A Long Night at Work
note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)
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—————— 18+ ——————
Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.
Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.
The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.
In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.
But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.
Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.
That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.
You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.
Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.
The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.
Some of the party left a little disappointed.
In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.
On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.
Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.
The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.
Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.
You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.
Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.
On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.
You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.
You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.
A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.
They weren’t.
Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”
“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.
Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.
The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.
A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”
When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.
Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.
You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.
“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”
You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”
You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”
Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”
“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”
She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.
You were no such doe.
“Come here and I'll show you why.”
You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”
For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.
“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”
That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.
Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.
“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”
Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.
Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”
Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.
She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”
A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.
You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.
“And get rid of that fucking mask.”
You threw it to the floor.
You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.
When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.
“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”
Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.
“Why should I do that?”
“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”
“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.
She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”
You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.
“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”
You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”
“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”
She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.
“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.
“But—“
She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”
You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.
It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.
Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.
The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.
A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.
She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.
Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”
You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.
She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.
“Sev!”
The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”
“You can’t make me—“
Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.
You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.
You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.
Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.
“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.
“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.
She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”
Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.
“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”
You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.
Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”
And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.
She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”
You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.
Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.
You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.
You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.
She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.
Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.
She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.
One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.
“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.
Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.
“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”
The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.
The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.
It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.
“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”
A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.
“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.
She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.
Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.
“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.
The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.
As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.
“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”
Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.
Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.
Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.
Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.
“Sev…”
Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.
“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”
Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.
A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.
The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.
A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.
Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.
The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.
You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.
At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.
“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”
You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.
“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”
She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.
Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.
She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”
Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.
If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.
Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.
“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”
That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.
She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.
Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.
A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.
She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”
“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.
“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.
You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.
Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.
A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.
She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”
She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.
You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.
“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”
She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.
Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.
You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.
Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.
She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.
The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.
Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.
“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”
She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.
You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.
Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.
Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.
She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.
“You there, doll?”
You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.
She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.
“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.
She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”
You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.
“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”
She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”
You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.
“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”
Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?
“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.
Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”
“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”
Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.
“What time should I be there?”
She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”
“Okay. Fine.”
She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.
She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”
“Funny.”
She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.
After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.
A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.
“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.
“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.
Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.
You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep
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threads-makomo · 1 year
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Hi hi! I'm Marvolo/Marv, I use he/they/it/xer/star pronouns! I'm 19 and I really wanted to start taking requests! Something happened recently with my dad so I thought maybe doing little drabbles and headcanons of some of my favorite characters might help get my mind off of things!! I'm also willing to do poly ships such as Giyuu x Reader x Sanemi as long as it isn't like minor x adult shit or just headcanons for ships that don't include reader. I'm not all that sure how to do like introductions and shit so I'm sorry if this is kinda half assed, I'll be taking requests on discord ik putting my discord on here is risky but fuck it, add me on there for requests or leave a comment on this post, pls I'm begging you 🥲
{ shits at the very bottom 💪💪 }
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☆ - will do nsfw for + yandere if wanted
♡ - romantic, Platonic + Yandere
♤ - Romantic or Platonic only
◇ - strictly platonicly
Also if you don't see a character on here I probably won't be writing for them, of course some of this will change as I get further into the show or as I get more used the characters { looking at you hxh and toh- }
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Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba:
Tanjiro Kamado — ♤
Nezuko Kamado — ◇
Zenitsu Agatsuma — ♤
Inosuke Hashibira — ♤
Genya Shinazugawa — ♤
Kanao Tsuyuri — ♤
Aoi Kanzaki — ♤
Sabito — ♤
Makomo — ♤
Murata — ♤
Sumi Nakahara — ◇
Naho Takada — ◇
Kiyo Terauchi — ◇
Muichiro Tokito — ♡
Giyuu Tomioka — ☆
Gyomei Himejima — ☆
Obanai Iguro — ☆
Tengen Uzui — ☆
Makio Uzui — ☆
Hinatsuru Uzui — ☆
Suma Uzui — ☆
Kyojuro Rengoku — ☆
Sanemi Shinazugawa — ☆
Shinobou Kocho — ☆
Mitsuri Kanroji — ☆
Kanae Kocho — ♡
Hotaru Haganezuka — ☆
Shinjuro Rengoku — ☆
Ruka Rengoku — ♡
Kagaya Ubuyashiki — ☆
Amane Ubuyashiki — ☆
Kotoha Hashibira — ♤
Yoriichi Tsugikuni — ☆
Yushiro — ♡
Tamayo — ♡
Enmu — ☆
Kyogai — ♡
Mukago — ◇
Rui — ◇
Nakime — ♡
Daki — ♡
Gyutaro — ♡
Hantengu + clones — ♡
Gyokko — ♡
Akaza — ☆
Douma — ☆
Kokushibou — ☆
Muzan Kibutsuji — ☆
Hunter Hunter:
Gon Freecss — ♡
Killua Zoldyck — ♡
Alluka Zoldyck — ◇
Leorio Paladiknight — ♡
Kurapika Kurta — ♡
Hisoka Morow — ☆
Illumi Zoldyck — ☆
Chrollo Lucilfer — ☆
Silva Zoldyck — ☆
Kikyo Zoldyck — ☆
Pakunoda — ☆
Shizuku Murasaki — ☆
Machi Komacine— ☆
Shalnark — ☆
Feitan Portor — ☆
Komugi — ♡
Meruem — ♡
Kite — ☆
Inuyasha:
Sango — ♡
Inuyasha — ♡
Kagome Higurashi — ♡
Miroku — ♡
Shippo — ◇
Sesshomaru — ☆
Naraku — ☆
Kagura — ♡
Koga — ♡
Rin — ◇
Toga — ☆
Sally Face:
Sal Fisher — ♡
Larry Johnson — ♡
Ashley Campbell — ♡
Black Butler:
Sebastian Michaelis — ☆
Grelle Sutcliff — ☆
Ciel Phantomhive — ♤
Vincent Phantomhive — ☆
William T. Spears — ☆
Undertaker — ☆
Ronald Knox — ☆
Othello — ♡
Genshin Impact:
Kaeya — ☆
Noelle — ♡
Amber — ♡
Lisa — ♡
Venti — ♡
Diluc — ♡
Paimon — ◇
Qiqi — ◇
Baizhu — ☆
Wriothesley — ☆
Neuvillete — ☆
Furina — ♡
Zhongli — ☆
Arataki Itto — ☆
Ayato — ☆
Lumine — ♤
Aether — ♤
Cookie Run:
Pitaya Dragon — ♡
Lotus Dragon — ♡
Vampire — ☆
Eclair — ♡
Clover — ☆
Tea Knight — ♡
Pure Vanilla — ☆
Dark Cacao — ☆
HollyBerry — ☆
Golden Cheese — ☆
White Lily — ♡
Sugar Glass — ♡
Crowberry — ♡
Blackberry — ♡
Yogurt Cream — ☆
Lilac — ☆
Plain Yogurt — ☆
Eggnog — ☆
Almond — ☆
Roguefort — ☆
Licorice — ♡
Red Velvet — ☆
Scorpion — ☆
Pomegranate — ☆
Dark Enchantress — ☆
Frost Queen — ☆
Latte — ☆
Ice Captain — ☆
Oyster — ☆
Steven Universe:
Bismuth — ♤
Pearl — ♤
Amethyst — ♤
Spinel — ◇
Lars — ♤
The Owl House:
Luz Noceda — ♤
Camila Noceda — ◇
Amity Blight — ♤
Alador Blight — ♤
Edalyn Clawthorn — ♤
Raine Whispers — ♤
Hunter — ♤
Gus Porter — ♤
Willow Park — ♤
Afk Arena:
Daimon — ◇
Niru — ♤
Shemira — ♤
Lucretia — ♤
Flora — ◇
Arcane:
Vander — ☆
Silco — ☆
Sevika — ☆
Vi — ☆
Jinx — ☆
Ekko — ☆
Viktor — ☆
Jacye — ☆
Mel — ☆
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What I will write!!
Fluff
Platonic ships
Ships headcanons
{ Example: Kyojuro x Tengen }
Smut
Suggestive content
Yandere/Mayadere
Specific kinks for specific characters
Angst
Scenario Imagines
Literally any kink that doesn't have to do with bodily fluids { not including cum }
What I will not write
Kinks such as piss, scatt and ddlg, weird kinks in general
Fetishes
Noncon/r@p3 { furthest I'll go is dubcon }
Nsfw for minors
Bnha/mha. never.
Minor x adult, Killer x victim, shit like that
Examples: Kyojuro x Akaza, Giyuu x Tanjiro
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I want to add that sometimes things may not come out as often or I'll randomly go inactive, I struggle with motivating myself to do things and I get tired and burnout of things quickly, sometimes to where I won't want to have anything to do with it for months, and I want to go ahead and apologize for that. I'd also like to add that I am aloud to decline requests, wether I feel uncomfortable with the request or if I'm just not going to be able to finish it. That's honestly all I have left to say and shit. Have a good Day and thank you for reading :]
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master-sass-blast · 1 year
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BEHOLD! A MASTERLIST!
At the request of my readers, I'm making a masterlist for all of my fic content here on Tumblr. This will link to my fic posts on Tumblr, and also to the two masterlists I have listed in my current bio.
Gonna throw this under a cut for whoever doesn't want to deal with it.
Strong as Stone Masterlist (Okoye x M'Baku, Black Panther and MCU). [Complete.]
CHC Masterlist (Piotr Rasputin aka Colossus x Reader, Deadpool Movieverse, general X-Men fandom, and MCU).
The Hands that Heal (Lin Beifong x Reader, Avatar: Legend of Korra).
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five: Chapter One, Part Five: Chapter Two, Part Five: Chapter Three, Part Six: Chapter One, Part Six: Chapter Two, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen
Only Here to Sin (Sevika x Reader, Arcane: League of Legends). [Complete as of now.]
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
I Wanna Feel You from the Inside (Sevika x Reader, Arcane: League of Legends). [Complete as of now.]
Let's Call it a Draw Between Us (Sevika x Reader, Arcane: League of Legends).
Part One
Old Dogs and New Toys (Grayson x Reader, Arcane: League of Legends).
Part One, Part Two
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mothguillotine · 4 months
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Harry Potter
Risk (Sirius Black x Reader)
What We Do In The Shadows
How Many Vampires Does It Take To Change a Lightbulb? (Nandor x Reader)
The Walking Dead
Tell Me Lies (Daryl Dixon x Reader)
Star Wars
Obi-Wan Kenobi
You can also find me here.
Requests
If you want to request anything I will be taking requests for the month of December!
Fandoms I am apart of (besides already listed): Marvel, Supernatural, Stranger Things (not the children), Arcane, The Last of Us, etc... (see character list for exactly who I'm the most familiar with)!
To request anything just send me an ask! I will write for most characters in each fandom but the list is all of the people I am the most familiar with. You can request characters beyond the list but if I am not familiar with them I may not write it. I will not write anything underaged and I will not write any s/a scenes. You can request smut, fluff, angst, etc... If you want the request specifically rated please add that as well to the request!
Character List:
Aaron Hotchner
Billy Butcher
Carol Danvers
Wolffe
Charlie Kelly
Rex
Dean Winchester
Din Djarin
Dmitri Antonov
Harry Wells (Earth-2)
Ellie Williams
Frank Castle
Haymitch Abernathy
Jack "Whiskey" Daniels
Bucky Barnes
Jango Fett
Joel
John Wick
Kate Bishop
Kendall Roy
Luke Skywalker
Miguel O'Hara
Mike Schmidt
Natasha Romanov
Otto Octavius
Rick Grimes
Robin Buckley
Sevika
Silco
Stephen Strange
Steve Harrington
Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)
Thor
The Doctor (specify which if any)
Updated on 2/2
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liyawritesss · 2 years
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ᴘᴏᴋᴇʀ ᴄʜɪᴘꜱ & ꜱᴛɪʟᴇᴛᴛᴏꜱ
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Pairing: Sevika x Black!Fem!Reader
Genre: Drabble
Synopsis: In which you enjoy some quality time with Sevika during one of her poker games, but one of her opponents has too much of a smart mouth.
Warnings: some cursing, mentions of weapons, mentions of drugs (shimmer), drug use (cannabis), gambling, mentions of alcohol, intoxication, inappropriate comments about the female anatomy, threat of drugging,
A/N: I’m slowly becoming a Sevika whore and I do not like it one bit….she’s such a stud and i hate it !! but damn when she smirks….whew chile
    It’s hard to believe that there was once a time the only interaction Sevika and you had, were teasing stares from opposite ends of The Last Drop. 
    It was also pretty convenient, being a bartender there, so you were almost always in close proximity of the other woman, even when you were off the clock and drinking with friends.
You’d be with your girls, having fun and taking shots at the bar, Sevika would be in her designated corner with her poker mates; and every once in a while, your eyes would meet. She would make eye contact, take a pull of her blunt, and shoot you one of her killer smirks; the one that brought heat to your neck and made your heart thump against your chest. Your friends would then whisper into your ear about the taunting stares the Kingpin’s right hand had been giving you, musing about how you’ve caught Sevika’s eye. And you would maintain the heavy gaze, your own eyes boring into her intense grey ones, taking a sip of the bittersweet liquor in your glass. It was a game of cat and mouse you both willingly played; knowing Sevika fancied you over the many brothel girls she would have flings with every other night gave you a little ego boost.
You reminisced about those moments often, as you found Sevika’s mysterious, yet slightly cocky, aura very alluring. Even as your body laid against hers, her hand resting on the curve of your ass, your head placed atop the spot on her chest where her heart thumped against; being so close yet still holding so much mystery made the relationship favorable on both ends. You were thankful that you were on an extended break, so that you could spend some time with the dark haired woman while she played her favorite game.
“Read ‘em and weep, boys!” Comes Sevika’s deep, raspy voice as she tosses her cards on the table, and like the last two rounds, there’s a chorus of groans and curses that come from the other three men surrounding the table. You place a kiss on the corner of her jawline as congratulations on winning another round, and she, while taking a pull of her blunt, gives a hum in response.
Sevika didn’t much mind the PDA, but her companions, by the look on their faces, found it annoying, to say the least.
“What’dya say the bimbo high tails it out of here so we can play for real?” One of her poker mates says, and it’s a bold statement in deed, because the other two players are startled by his statement, Sevika’s hand with said blunt stops mid-way to her lips, grey eyes shooting daggers into the punk’s direction.
“You wanna say that again-” Sevika begins, rising from her slouched position, and in turn allowing you to rise as well, when you cut her off; something inside of you flipping like a lightswitch.
“It’s quite funny you say that, actually,” You interject, plucking the blunt from Sevika’s fingers, taking a drag from the brown roll up as your arm glides up to Sevika’s mechanical shoulder for balance as you readjusted yourself on her lap, inadvertently pushing the other woman into the back of the couch.
“For me to be a bimbo, I sure do get more pussy than you,” you say, after puffing a few rings in smoke into the air from your glossed lips. “In fact, I’d assume the closest proximity you’ve had to a vagina would’ve been at your birth.”
There’s shock from the two poker mates who stayed silent, and the bold one splutters as he tries to find a comeback. Yet Sevika enjoys the show, her hand on your hip, her signature smirk proudly gracing her lips. “You’re an insignificant, vile piece of streetrat scum who gambles away money you don’t have to appear like you have it, when you’re really just flexing and not getting anything in return. A smart man would stop before he gets himself going; but darling, you’re as dumb as a bag of rocks.”
You take another drag of your stolen blunt, one foot raised so that the crevice of your red stiletto heel rested at the edge of the table, nudging it just enough so that the men circling it, scared shitless, flinch. “So a bit of advice for future reference, love; don’t piss off the woman who pours your drinks,”
From there you stood up, circling the table to the one who made the bold insult, leaning in close to his ear to whisper in a sweet, yet deathly tone, “or you might find a little surprise in them next time.”
You straightened, giving Sevika  a quick, dainty little wave, as you exited the corner booth to get back to work. You reveled in the shrieks you heard behind you as you left, taking a final pull from your stolen blunt. A devilish smile graced your lips, as it was now Sevika’s turn to deal the damage equivalent to your verbal assault - with her fists.
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sexysapphicshopowner · 9 months
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🤎💋 Hello and welcome to my lovely little blog 💋🤎 A little bit about the owner of the shop:
🤎 Call me Mars or Marceline or whatever you want really so long as it's respectful!!
🤎 I'm 18 years old <3
🤎 I use they/them pronouns
🤎 I'm trixic (non-binary love women), demisexual and currently in a long-term relationship
🤎 I'm from the south- Texas born and raised
🤎 I love baking, writing, reading, music, dancing, and napping
🤎 I do makeup, hair, and nails
🤎 My birthday is April 1st making me an Aries <3
🤎💋 That's the basics for now I'll do an all about me with some more details later
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🤎💋 Request rules and restrictions 💋🤎
🤎 MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT
🤎 Requests are OPEN and encouraged!!
🤎 I write any attractive women but here's a rough list of fandoms/People I will write for (because I'm simping for these people at the moment):
Arcane- Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa, Cassandra, Mel or really any female characters (note: I have not watched Arcane yet...I'm just gay- and I don't like Vi)
Addams Family- Morticia Addams (note: Anjelica Huston version)
Resident Evil Village- Alcina DImitrescu, Donna Beneviento (note: I will do other women I'm just a slutty simp for those two)
One Piece- Nico Robin (note: open to other women so long as they are 18+)
WWE- Rhea Ripley/Demi Bennett (note: it's Mami, don't judge me)
Marvel Cinematic Universe- Carol Danvers, Valkyrie, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff (note: just ask tbh)
🤎 I will write these things:
Most of my fics are written with a black reader in mind because I'm black and we need to see more people of color shipped with these women
Female reader and AFAB gender neutral reader
Character x Character, Character x OC, Character x Reader
Poly relationships
Most kinks except scat play, piss play, weapon play, incest, stepcest and I can't think of anything else for now so just ask
This blog is trans inclusive but cis men exclusive- you will be blocked- so just specify if you want a trans reader but my focus with be for the queers cause that's who this shop is for
Smut, fluff, angst, all of it
Just ask to be honest, this is the shop of all shops for lesbian fics
🤎 I tend to write longer styled content so bear with me if I don't get fics out as fast as some other blogs. The more detail in your ask the better for me, even if it's just like a line or so to give me an idea of what you want.
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🤎 Masterlists 🤎
🤎 Winter Collection Masterlist- Dated/seasonal fluff/angst fics that take place in the winter months of November to January
🤎 Fall Collection Masterlist- Dated/seasonal fluff/angst fics that take place in the fall months of August to October
🤎 Spring Collection Matserlist- Dated/seasonal fluff/angst fics that take place in the spring months of February to April
🤎 Summer Collection Masterlist- Dated/seasonal fluff/angst fics that take place in the summer months of May to July
🤎 Intimates Section Masterlist- Smut Fics
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note: that's my picture on the left of the welcome banner, i be looking good sometimes
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alyhorse6 · 2 years
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Alyhorse6′s Menu
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The Word Brewery
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~ “What’s This Feeling?” | pt. 2 ~ Clementine
~ “Good Boy” ~ Albert Wesker
~ “I’ll See You Sunday” ~ Albert Wesker
List of Syrups
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Ladies:
Ellie Williams (tlou)
Dina (tlou)
Abby Anderson (tlou)
Vi (Arcane)
Jinx (Arcane)
Caitlyn Kiramman (Arcane)
Sevika (Arcane)
Mel Medarda (Arcane)
Clementine (twdg)
Violet (twdg)
May Grant (911)
Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter)
Lana Winters (ahs)
Violet Harmon (ahs)
Misty Day (ahs)
Zoe Benson (ahs)
Cordelia Goode (ahs)
Maria Salazar (Deadly Class)
Saya Kuroki (Deadly Class)
Petra (Deadly Class)
Chloe Price (lis)
Max Caulfield (lis)
Snow White (twau)
Holly (twau)
Jill Valentine (RE)
Claire Redfield (RE)
Ada Wong (RE)
Kate Laswell (COD)
Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)
Gentlemen:
Joel Miller (tlou)
Jesse (tlou)
Jayce Talis (Arcane)
Viktor (Arcane)
Ekko (Arcane)
Silco (Arcane)
Lee Everette (twdg)
Louis (twdg)
Javi Garcia (twdg)
Luke (twdg)
Buck (911)
Eddie (911)
Harry Potter (Harry Potter)
Ron Weasley (Harry Potter)
Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)
Mattheo Riddle (Harry Potter)
Sirius Black (Marauders)
Remus Lupin (Marauders)
James Potter (Marauders)
Peter Pettigrew (Marauders)
Tom Riddle (Marauders)
Tate Langdon (ahs)
Kit Walker (ahs)
Michael Langdon (ahs)
Marcus Lopez (Deadly Class)
Billy Bennett (Deadly Class)
Lex Miller (Deadly Class)
Wil Wheaton (any character)
River Phoenix (any character)
Bigby Wolf (twau)
Leon S. Kennedy (RE)
Chris Redfield (RE)
Carlos Oliveira (RE)
Albert Wesker (RE)
Simon “Ghost” Riley (COD)
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish (COD)
John Price (COD)
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick (COD)
Alejandro Vargas (COD)
Rodolfo Parra (COD)
Shop DOs
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I WILL write for any ship from the fandoms above, except for the ones I list in the things I won’t write.
I WILL write smut, smutty things I won’t write listed in the things I won’t write.
I WILL write angst minus the things I have listed… once again in the things I won’t write.
I WILL write x reader stories.
I WILL write for my OCs if you happen to take *that* much interest in them.
I WILL write LGBTQ+ stories (obviously bc I’m a member of the community)
Shop DON’Ts
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I WILL NOT write for Jilco, Caitjay, Vijay, Jakko, Javi x Clem, or Luke x Clem. Keep in mind that this is all romanticly, if you request these ships platonically then I am happy to write it.
I WILL NOT write incest, age-play, non-con/dubcon/rape-play
I WILL NOT write angst involving suicide
I WILL NOT write anything involving homophobia, transphobia, or racism.
Coffee Shop Rules
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If you request something and don’t see it, it either did not meet my criteria or I just haven’t gotten to it yet (please have patience, I’m a “busy” person because of horses💀)
Before reading please pay attention to warnings above posts, it saves you, me, and everyone else a whole lot of trouble.
When it comes to smut, MDNI and Ageless blogs dni.
Please respect when I announce that requests are/are not open. It’ll probably be a while before my request box gets backed up seeing as I have like three total followers, but it’s still a rule for the future.
No hate comments targeted towards me or anyone else.
Writing is a big passion of mine and I would love to write requests for any of you! If you listen to everything above then we can all get along and everything will remain easy and smooth sailing!
-Aly
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aaliyg · 1 year
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Characters I Write For:
(if it’s crossed out, I haven’t written for them yet)
Encanto
Luisa
Isabela
Dolores
Arcane
Vi
Caitlyn
Sevika
Jinx
Grayson
Black Panther
Shuri
Riri
Apex Legends
Xiomara
Overwatch
Sojourn
Junker Queen
Headcanons
Shuri Headcanons
Stud Riri Headcanons
Shuri With An Overworked S/O
Specials
Playing Matchmaker (ShurixRiri Valentine's Day Special)
Series
Teach Me (Shuri x Reader)
MISC
Nameless
Reblogs
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jane-todd-maximoff · 2 years
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Masterlist
what i write for Arcane/league of legends Dc X-men the witcher (books/game/Netflix/movie)Bands, movies
my inbox is open for a request until i say it is not i write for any character from that fandom. 
📖 = x Reader 
✉ = Headcanons 
📕 = ships
📜 = no x reader
updated 3/15/24
Arcane/league of legends
Meeting jinx for the first time ✉
Nightmares with Viktor ✉
melvik ✉ 📕📜
Viktor with a fem s/o with PCOS ✉
Sevika with a childish s/o ✉
we had everything 📖 SILCO 
Understand 📖 SILCO 
corpse bride  📖 SILCO 
Awaken 📖 VIKTOR 
The sweater thief 📖 VIKTOR 
All for us 📖 VIKTOR 
Jayce tails with a s/o with long nails ✉  
Miss you 📖 VI
Home 📖 SILCO    
The image of the dead 📖 JINX
The witcher
Till the very end 📖 JINX
Silco x reader headcanons ✉
The squad ✉ JASKIER + GERALT Netflix
Drinking song for the socially anxious 📕 📜 GERASKIER Netflix+game
When things go wrong 📖 GERALT/READER Netflix
light to guide you 📖 GERALT/READER game
Stay 📖 ESKEL/READER game
DC
Dating robin!Jason ✉
Being in a relationship with Jason ✉
Being a assassin and dating Jason Todd ✉
Jason Todd head-canons ✉ 📜
What if Jason Todd and peter maximoff are the same person ✉ 📜
Being a titan with Gar Logan ✉
Random headcanons  TIM DRAKE ✉ 📜
X-MEN 
Being peter Maximoff's twin ✉
peter Maximoff headcanons ✉
What if Jason Todd and peter maximoff are the same person ✉
Ahs asylum xmen crossover sort of  more thoughts on this ✉
Peter+blankets ✉
Peter maximoff where's black nail polish ✉
peter smokes ✉
bands
Primo emeritus digital art
Random Copia sketch
We All Break - Ghost Primo and Terzo 📜
Afternoon naps - 📖 CARDINAL COPIA / READER 📖 
Rest -Primo emeritus x sibling of sin
Movies
Original characters
After dark Silco x oc master-list  
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lunarmoonanons · 2 years
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Act 1: Vander x Reader
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When all you have of me is love, give me away. When all that’s left of us is memories, share me with others. I will always be here. I loved you completely and you loved me just the same. That’s all we need.
TW: Parent death, strangulation, angst
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YN winced in pain as her mother added another neon blue symbol to her brown skin. The color vibrant due the power behind the magic symbols. Her mother hummed in response to her pain, but continued as she was almost done. Her mother lifted YN’s small hand and moved to needle in the final two symbols, one on the backhand and one on the palm of her hand. As her mother rubbed in a lotion to the fresh skin. The blue symbols that shined from the intent of their magic began to fade and look like regular tattoos.
“Is it over Mommy?” The seven year old turned her head and asked. Their floor was uncomfortable against her front side, but YN had to lie on her stomach for her mom to tattoo across her shoulders and down her arms.
“Yeah baby, it’s all over now.” Her mother smiled and gently played with YN’s curly pigtail. The dark curls bouncing between her fingers. “I know it hurts and stings at the moment, but the pain will go away soon.”
“Why do I have to get a tattoo mommy?” YN asked.
“Because these symbols are a part of our family. From mother to child it will always connect us as a family. It’s our history and our power. These symbols…” Her mom ran her finger tips over the symbols. “These writings are magic. One day you will use them to protect yourself. And one day you will pass this onto your children.”
YN didn’t really understand what it all meant, but trusted her mother regardless. Just like she promised, the pain went away and her skin felt like it was back to normal. When she felt better, YN sat up and looked around for a specific book her mother had written, one about herbs and their properties. When she finally found it YN got up to leave, asking her mom to go out and play.
YN ran to find her friends. Of all the places they could be, the pier near the pilt was the most obvious choice. YN’s tiny feet padded up and down across the ground quickly till she found the person she was looking for. Silco.
YN had met Silco 8 months ago. When the skinny boy was getting harassed by much older kids trying to get off on bullying a smaller, younger kid. YN hated seeing people like that get what they wanted. So when the largest of the group raised his fist to strike the skinny boy, YN threw an empty bottle at his head smashing into a million little pieces. The other two goons turned their heads to see the small girl with curly black hair up in pigtails and holding an empty beer bottle like it was a sword.
“What the hell you little bitch?!” The one screamed and turned to grab her. YN backed slightly, scared of this large man that looked ready to kill her. And he might actually have killed her had it not been for Vander.
The older boy came down from a roof like a guardian angel, beating and chasing away the bastards who tried to hurt his brother. While he did, YN walked up to the skinny boy to check if he was okay. Though he was a bit apprehensive at first, YN learned the name of the boy she defended, Silco. It was the day she gained three new friends. Silco, Vander, and Benzo.
“Silco!” YN shouted and ran up to her friend that sat against a shack on the pier. She smiled and made her way fast to him.
At the sound of his name, Silco looked up from the image he was drawing in the dirt. He smiled and put his stick down. Silco was always happy to see the girl, she was a close companion to him. Someone he could share his love for knowledge with. Though he and Vander were brothers, them against the world, but Vander was never really interested in books like they were. Benzo was a friend, but he was like Vander. More brawn than most.
“Hey Silco!” YN sat next to her friend.
“Hi YN. Did you bring me a new one today?” Silco smiled and excitedly asked his friend.
YN nodded and pulled her new herb book from her lap. Silco scooched closer to her and grabbed the book from her offering hands. They both leaned on each other as Silco started to look at the pages.
“I saw mommy putting all these facts and bits in here about what each plant could do. Some are really good at healing. This one here is supposed to help calm you down if you put it in hot water.” YN explained whilst pointing at her favorite pictures.
“Thank you, YN. This is a really nice book. It’s also really valuable. Think of all the things we could do with this when we’re older.” Silco mused and ran his fingertips over some of the images.
YN got distracted when she saw Benzo and Vander walking up from where they were. With a kiss on the cheek to Silco YN ran over to Vander and Benzo to play. YN liked reading with Silco, he was one of her bestest friends, but YN also loved to hop on the posts of the pier with Vander and Benzo.
“Vander! Benzo! You guys wanna play on the pier?” YN bounced on the balls of her feet.
Vander loved hanging around the young girl to play. He loved when they would stare at the sky while they played, talking about what life would be like going topside. Living like those rich people having pets and food in surplus. Benzo liked exploring with YN when they hung out. Finding all the nooks and crannies they could squeeze their bodies into. The age difference between them didn’t bother the quartet enough, Vander and Benzo being 11, Silco 8, and YN 7. When you lived down where they were, you found friends and family when you could. Bonding so that you could stand against the world together.
Silco stared at YN as she and Vander began scaling across the poles on the pier. Wishing he’d have her attention as Vander claimed it.
~~~10 years later~~~
YN’s blood pumped fast through her veins. The 17 year old laughed at the burning warehouse she and Sevika had left burning behind them as they ran from the scene. It was a usual occurrence of the two friends fucking around with enforcers. Sevika loved to stoke the chaotic tendencies of her friend, finding amusement when they hurt enforcers. It was YN’s idea for her to seduce and find her way to their private mining warehouse, where they stored the materials from the lanes that were found in their oppressive mines, then Sevika would follow and burn it all to the ground.
The two were never caught. Always being either too fast, or too strong for them to be grabbed. Or YN would poison them with a prick of a paralytic herb she found. Either way, YN and Sevika were trouble makers. But not the only ones. The undercity was growing restless and unhappy. People everyday were making lives for the enforcers harder and harder. Talks of revolution floated around. Which of course, YN knew, Silco loved.
As Sevika and YN found good enough distance from the scene, both caught their breath before laughing out loud.
“You.. you should’ve seen… the look on that fuckers face when I pricked him. He froze and fell over like some weak little bitch.” YN breathlessly laughed, hands on her knees as her curls fell over her shoulders.
“Oh I saw. It was hilarious when you snatched the pussy away before he could touch you.” Sevika returned the laughter.
YN stood up straight and threw her arm around Sevika’s shoulders, the two sauntering away to get some food and drink to celebrate. That is until Sevika winced in pain, causing YN to see the cut along her arm. Fuck.
“You’re hurt.” YN stated.
“Yeah. I must’ve cut myself on some glass when I broke in. It’s nothing.” Sevika tried to push it off, but YN was having none of that.
“It’s a deep cut. Come on. I’ll fix it back at my place before it gets infected and you end up losing an arm.” YN pulled her friend toward the direction of her home, not taking no for an answer.
Back at her place YN had stitched her friend up,and was looking for a pain relief salve. During the last few months, the girl had gained a reputation for being a skilled healer down in the lanes. She had a natural talent and skill for fixing people up. She was able to find available cures for most illnesses, due to the nature of the patients' living conditions and the right mix of medicine and homeopathic treatment.
YN sent Sevika home as she cleaned. Hearing rustling from her mother’s room, YN went to go check on her. She was still sleeping, which was best. The past few years saw her mother grow increasingly paranoid about topside. About how the topsiders hated her for practicing magic and were going to kill her because she got away the first time. YN knew her mother used to live in Piltover before she was born, and that she had to flee because of their fear and hatred for magic. Her mother was convinced that the council was still after her. YN didn’t know what to believe. Sometimes she resented her mother for going insane, for leaving her in mind but not in body, for being a burden. YN loved her mother, but also felt trapped by her.
With a sigh and a kiss to her mother’s coily hair, YN got up to leave. She wanted to visit Vander and Silco before he ran off to wherever Vander went.
The walk to their apartment was easy. The air, though polluted, still cleared her mind as she focused on who she was excited to see. But YN could tell if she was more excited to see Vander or Silco. Hopefully, only Benzo was there. HE was always easy to talk to and laugh with.
Silco answered the door to the apartment, smiling at seeing his friend.
“Hey Silco. Mind if I come in?” YN smiled, her brown cheeks stretched in a grin.
“No, it's fine. What’s up with you?” Silco watched her sit on their crappy couch. He never changed with how much he enjoyed talking to YN. Catching up was a highlight for him, as he could watch her smile and rant all night long.
“Oh not much. Sevika and I burned down an enforcer warehouse.” YN mentioned casually. Getting a laugh out of his surprised expression.
“Really? And you didn’t get caught?” He asked. Silco knew YN was capable of taking care of herself, but he was still worried about her.
“Never do. Besides, we're not the only ones. Word is lots of people are ready to do some crazy shit to enforcers.”
“Oh I know. It’s exciting isn’t it? Finally, the city is getting ready to push back. The dream of a new nation might be realized in our lifetime. The lanes being free.” Silco mused next to the girl. Eyes on her curly hair, switching to her dark brown eyes and slight lines of her tattoo across her shoulders.
“It is exciting. Just like Van and I used to talk about. Where is he by the way? I know he isn’t working now.” YN looked around a little eagerly for their friend.
“Him? Vander joined some fighting pits. He goes there to earn extra money.” Silco said as casual as he could, trying to get an angry reaction from YN.
“What?! That fucking idiot! Is he trying to get killed?!” YN stood up in anger and began pacing around. “And don’t claim what I’ve been doing to this! I try to make life hard for the enforcers, he’s out there letting himself get exploited violently to what?! To prove he’s some strong man?! Doesn’t he care what would happen if he got hurt?! Doesn’t he know what that’d do to us?!”
YN hated the fighting pits. She thought they were exploitative, violent, pits of despair. People got beaten to death there. And the thought that Vander could die made YN sick to her stomach. If he died she’d never see his face again, hear his voice, feel his hand hold hers. YN didn’t want to admit if these feelings were legitimate or not, but she felt them nonetheless.
“I know. I know. I told him you’d be mad, but he was insistent. Are you okay?” Silco asked. Upset slightly at her reaction to the news.
“Its….its fine. Can you walk me home? I’d rather walk back talking to a friend rather than stewing in my thoughts.” YN asked. Unable to stay in their apartment anymore.
So both walked and talked their way to YN’s home. They joked and mused about the rising situation in the undercity. The conversation was cut short when YN noticed her door was askew. She ran inside calling for her mother.
The sight of her strangled mother made the girl nauseous. Her hands shook as she made her way closer to her mother’s body. Not believing that she was gone. Not when she had been alive just a few hours ago.
“M…Mommy?...Mommy?...” YN started to tear up and reached her hand out. Before she could touch her, a larger hand grabbed hers and pulled YN back to a chest. YN’s teary eyes looked up to see Vander. He later explained that he was in the neighborhood when he heard YN running to her apartment.
Vander held her tight against his chest as she began crying. Shushing and rubbing her arms, as they rocked back and forth. He kissed her forehead, picking her up bridal style so that vicars could come to take away the body.
“It’s okay chick.. It’s going to be okay…” Vander whispered as she cried.
~~~6 months later~~~
YN had been hunting down the enforcer that murdered her mother. Narrowing it down to one man. She was certain that it was this man, possibly sent by the council from Piltover, who lived in his nice house topside. YN wanted revenge, to avenge her mother, to atone for not being there when her mother was alone at the mercy of this man. Now she would get it. Her mother’s murderer had a young daughter, one he loved more than anything.
He took her mother, she’d take his child.
As YN made her way to the lift upside, she was stopped by the image of Vander blocking her way. He looked concerned, and she was in no mood to see or speak.
“What do you want, Vander?” YN bit at him. He noticed the bags under her eyes, her shaking hands, and the look in her eyes.
“I know what you’re planning to do YN.” Vander said.
“So what.”
“So, I know you don’t really want to do this. I know you don’t want to kill a kid.”
“He took my mother. He deserves to suffer. Why are you in my way?!” YN became more agitated. She just wanted to get it over with. If she thought too much about it, YN knew she’d back out. No, she didn’t want to kill a child.
“You kill this kid, and you’ll never forgive yourself. You will hate yourself for the rest of your life. Please YN. Please listen to me.” He placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Let go of me. I need to do this. Let go Vander!” YN tried pushing him away but he pulled her toward him. “Why do you care whether I forgive myself or not?! You’ve never cared when I hurt enforcers before, Why Now?!”
“Because, you kill this kid and you go to prison. Your grief will consume you and you will never be the same. I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you blame yourself or end up in prison. Not when I love you so much.” Vander said. Holding her close to him.
YN looked up at Vander, teary eyed, as they stared at each other. Suddenly the walls fell down and both kissed each other. Finally finding comfort with the other.
~~~3 years later~~~
YN wiped her hands on a cloth as she turned her back to the pregnant woman on the table behind her. Nowadays, YN was a well known medicine person down in the lanes. Writing several notebooks for herself on how to treat people from the lanes. With a final wipe across the ring on her left hand, YN turned back to the woman and smiled.
“You should take it easy these last few months. Try not to exert yourself, okay?”
“I guess I’ll just have to spend my days in bed then.” The woman joked. YN smiled back, gathering her things, she made her way out of the brothel and toward her apartment with Vander.
It had been 5 months since they tied the knot. It wasn’t a fancy affair, or an extravagant one, but it was simple and sweet. Having Benzo officiate the wedding, Silco as Vander’s best man, and Sevika as YN’s best woman. YN smiled wide and joyfully that whole day. Vander held her close, holding the woman he loved near to his heart. The rest of the world and all their troubles faded away as they were in each other’s arms. The night ended with them wrapped together dancing and swaying to the moonlight above them.
“I love you, Vander.” YN whispered against his chest as she laid over him, sweaty and tired.
“I love you too, YN.” Vander whispered against the top of her head.
YN blushed at the memory as she neared their shared home above an old bar. When she made her way inside, her good mood was gone as she saw her bruised husband sitting in their kitchen. She huffed and made her way to him, a visible displeased look on her face one he returned with a meek apologetic one.
“Sorry love, I guess I was in over my ‘ead this last fight.” Vander tried apologizing. Flinching at the alcohol rag pressed into his bleeding cuts.
“I know you fight for some reason. All I ask is that you come back in one piece.” YN huffed as she began stitching up her husband. Her furrowed brows caused him to place his palm on her cheek, lifting her face to look at him.
“I’m sorry love. I truly am. I know you don’t like when I get ‘urt. But I promise it’s also for the cause.” Vander apologized.
“So more fighters were interested in what you had to say?” Recently after the fights Vander would talk about rising against Piltover and liberation from the yolk of their oppressors. YN supported him in his rebellious ideals, just not in his self-destructive ones.
“A lot were interested. People want to be free. One day I’ll give you the life you deserve.” He promised and rubbed her cheekbone with his thumb.
“I love the life I have with you now.” Both smiled and placed each other’s forehead together.
YN then stood up and began looking for something to eat. They talked about their days. The mundane domesticity felt like a calming balm to the chaotic lives they were leading. YN being around to see sick and dying people, Vander fighting and clawing his way out of captivity.
“So, have you Silco talked about what you’ll do if you gain independence from topside?” YN asked as she began cooking. The routine of making food melted the chaotic thoughts in her head.
“Silco’s all for revolution, he just wants it by any means necessary. He asked if you were going to go to a protest down near the markets.” Vander responded as he sat in the kitchen with her, not covering up his obvious gaze on her ass.
“Eyes up hounddog. And I might, if only to make sure no one dies. It’s hard being one of the few non addict healers down here.” YN smiled and hummed as her husband wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Am I allowed to be upset that you might get hurt?”
“Nope.”
YN stopped the food, and turned to her husband with a cheeky grin. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled as they swayed together. His hands started to wander up her sides as his grin became more suggestive. He kissed her neck and put her on top of the counter.
“Why *kiss* Don’t *kiss* Go *kiss* Take *kiss* This *kiss* Upstairs?” Vander finished off with a kiss right on her full plush lips, hands roaming around her body. Trying to entice his wife to their bedroom. YN kissed him back, tugging at the ends of his hair, before playfully pulling away and placing her fingertips on Vander’s lips.
“I would love to, but… unfortunately…. My husband is tragically injured, and because he made me mad. So now I’m going to rub one out whilst you make dinner~” YN teased and hopped off the counter. Sauntering her way to their bedroom, she threw a knowing teasing look over her shoulder toward her husband. They both knew that look.
“Oh you little-” Vander smirked and chased his wife into their bedroom. The rest of the night was a mess of limbs, kisses, and laughter. The couple falling into bed with familiar ease. Afterwards, YN rested her head on his chest, absently tracing the symbols on her shoulders in his skin, Vander rubbed her scalp with his fingers.
“Are you alright?” He whispered.
“I’m fine. You seem a little distracted.”
“It’s…’m worried about Silco. He’s getting violent and radical. Instead of the lanes being free, he’s talking about a new nation to rival that of Piltover.” He looked down at his wife.
“Isn’t that what we want?” YN asked. Looking right back at his gaze she felt warm and safe.
“I want the lanes safe. I want our home to be free from the yolk of Piltover. I don’t want to start a war and kill every topsider I see.” YN smiled at her husband. Placing her hand over his beating heart.
“You’re a good man. A good leader. Silco and you want the same thing in the end.”
YN smiled at her husband which he returned as they both brought their foreheads together, breathing in deep before pulling away. Vander put a kiss on her head as YN placed her head back over his chest.
~~~4 years later~~~
YN had been troubled as she walked along the undercity with her friend Silco. The last four years had proven to be more and more violent. Talks of rebellion now leading to more riots and protests in the streets. YN had been working overtime to fix as many people as she could. Her tattoos had started to glow more neon blue everytime she had to heal someone. YN found herself muttering small spells and intents as she wrote in several notebooks about what procedure worked and what didn’t.
Silco looked at his friend as she was focused on the ground. His own gaze on her face, lips, hair, whatever he could focus at the moment as he stared.
“Are you alright?” He asked. They both paused near their favorite place, the pilt.
“I’m worried about all these riots that keep happening. So many people are getting hurt and then they react with even more violence.” YN turned to her companion, noting the skeptical look on his face. “I want freedom from Piltover I do. But what if we cause a war? I don’t want to risk our people because the topsiders are unwilling to let go of their punching bags. But I also want to hurt them. I want them to feel the same pain I’ve felt. I feel like that makes me a bad person.”
YN picked at her cuticles, not meeting his gaze.
“You’re not a bad person. You have every right to want them to hurt as we do. You and I want the same thing, to create a nation free from topside rule.”
“Nations are never safe from their previous oppressors. We don’t have the same resources as they do. They have more guns, more trained people, more medicine. We have passionate followers, but that’s not enough. I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s parents dying.” YN ranted, not noticing Silco getting closer.
“We have you. You can make the best poisons I’ve seen, you’re amazing at healing people, and I know you know more about their illnesses than most do.” Silco placed a hand on her shoulder, finally making the two lock eyes.
“Where are you going with this?” YN asked.
“Make a poison for us. Spread it through their water and bring the topside to its knees. They will listen to us when we hold the means of their survival in our hands. We could control them. You and I.” This caused YN to slightly back away from him, but before she could pull away fully, Silco placed a hesitant kiss on her lips. YN pushed back and put distance between the two.
“No Silco. I am married, I love Vander. He’s your brother.” YN tried to reason with him.
“Vander may be my brother, but he isn’t willing to do what it takes to be free of topside. He wants to free the lanes. We want a new nation. Don’t you see that together we can be great?” Silco pleaded his case ro her, but she wasn’t having it.
“What did you and Vander talk about or do that made him so angry today?”
Before Silco could answer, they both saw Vander walking up towards them. His eyes held regret and fury as he stalked toward the two. Did he see Silco kiss her?
“Vander, love, please calm-” YN was interrupted when her husband handcuffed her to a pipe, then turned to Silco. YN knew that look, she had the same look when she was ready to kill for her mother. Silco understood that look as well. YN yanked off the cuff as hard as she could trying to plead with Vander to stop.
“Vander! Vander No! Don’t hurt him!”
But her cries were unheard as the two ran into the pilt.
Hours later, YN's arm was sore and her mind was exhausted. She’d been screaming for the two to stop and come back, but nothing happened. Soon her attention was brought back to Vander as he made his way back to her. He was wet and panting, his arm had a deep cut and his eyes looked troubled. YN felt her heart drop. When he released her from the cuff, she pushed him away from her in anger.
“You killed him?! Didn’t you?! Why?! Because he kissed me?” YN was crying. Her best friend, dead, was not something she ever conceived of. She didn’t want to believe it. Partially because if Vander did kill him due to the one sided kiss, YN would hate herself for the rest of her life.
“I killed him because he was willing to sacrifice thousands of us and them to rule a new nation. For power when all we wanted was freedom! He was turning into some blood hungry monster.” Vander tried explaining, but the emotions running high between them left the excuse on deaf ears.
“He was your brother! He was my best friend!” YN shoved her palms against Vander pushing away the larger man, who did little to retaliate. “I never want to see you again!”
YN screamed at Vander. Shoving him away for one final time before running off. As much as Vander wanted to chase her and never let go of her, he let her run. With the foreseeable future holding nothing but death, Vander thought it best to let her go.
~~~5 months later~~~
The stray food had been cleared out again. YN was certain that the food she’d been leaving out for a stray animal wasn’t getting eaten way before the small thing could get to it. Making YN certain that someone was scooping it out beforehand. But like usual for the past 5 months, she left out food just in case.
For the past 5 months YN had kept to her word about not seeing Vander. Living alone in her smaller place made it somewhat easier for her to run her medical business, since she didn’t have another person there. But her heart still ached for the silly mundane interactions that she and Vander would have as they made their way around their old place.
Sometimes YN and Vander would act like children again, by hopping in what little furniture they had trying not to touch the ground. YN made it a habit to pounce on him, knocking both onto the couch. She always ended up on top of him, placing kiss after kiss over his stupid smiling face.
YN hummed at the good memory between them as she got ready to go to sleep. The sound of creaking from her fire escape made her sit straight up. That sound alerted her to the possible food thief. That creaking was too heavy to be a small animal. So quietly she got up to see who it was. Stopping and holding her breath at the image of this dirty, skinny boy that was on his hands and knees shoving the food into his mouth.
“Do you want some actual food instead of scraps?” YN asked with a tentative smile. The small kid jumped and froze in place, eyes large as saucers. YN was quick to soothe him before he ran. “I won’t punish you, I promise. Let’s just get you some actual warm food and maybe a bed as well. Okay?”
The boy gave a quick nod, then ran past YN into her apartment. The woman smiled and began to put together some filling and warm soup. Smiling at the way he began to wolf it down, before holding out the bowl for more.
“You’re pretty hungry, huh?” YN asked. He nodded and slowed down this time so that he wouldn’t throw up. “Can I know your name?”
“Mylo.” He stated quickly. Not really meeting her eyes.
“Well Mylo, where are your parents? Why are you all alone?” YN asked very carefully, already suspecting the worse.
“My mom died when I was born. Dad died in the mines.” Mylo explained. His little hands out down the spoon, eyes getting slightly teary. YN cooed and sat next to him.
“Oh baby. I’m so sorry.” YN petted his hair. Pulling the boy into her arms for a hug. It was obvious that the 5 year old needed some affection and touch. YN couldn’t tell how long he’d been on his own, but she could tell it had been a while since he had a bath. So when he was done crying and eating, YN brought him toward her restroom for a bath. Which of course he objected to.
After a tiring bathing session, YN brought Mylo to her bed letting the boy get comfortable under her sheets as she tucked him in.
“If you want to leave tomorrow, then that’s okay. I’m not gonna hold you against your will.” YN ran her fingers over his hair, soothing Mylo into sleep.
“Can I stay with you? Please?” Mylo asked in a quiet voice. YN smiled and nodded, giving the boy a kiss on the forehead before going to go to the couch. “Please sleep here. I don’t like sleeping by myself.”
His shaky whisper compelled the woman to smile and get under the sheets with him. He cuddled up to her, falling into a comfortable sleep.
~~~1 year later~~~
The little boy in her arms was quiet, as YN made her way to her place . The child, Claggor, barely said a word as he held onto the kind woman who fixed his cut arm and offered him a place to sleep and eat.
YN smiled down at Claggor, masking her worry at what her boy Mylo would say or do. The last year with him had been fun and energetic. Once his anxious shell had broken, his mischievous nature had shone through. He loved to jump on the bed, he was a talent at hiding in small spaces then popping out to scare YN, and he had begun to show interest in some mechanical locks and how they worked.
It had been a game between them, for YN to pretend to not notice Mylo was hiding and waited for him to jump out at her. YN grinned with her lips pressed together at the thought of Mylo jumping out at her.
That’s why she was so nervous at bringing Claggor home. YN was almost certain that Mylo was going to be jealous of Claggor, since it had been just them for so long it was going to be an adjustment to accommodate a new child.
Once YN reached her door, she knocked to alert Mylo she was coming in. The sound made Claggor look up at the woman who returned his gaze with a smile. The door was swung open by her small boy who was excited to see her.
“Mom! Can we have-” Mylo’s sentence was cut short when he saw the slightly larger child in HIS mother’s arms. “Who’s that?”
“This is Claggor. He’s going to be with us for a bit. I want you to be nice and remember how scared you were when you first got here. Okay?”
Mylo didn’t respond. He stood off to the side as YN brought Claggor to the table, beginning to make some food for the boys. Claggor looked down at his hands as Mylo sat across from him, trying to gauge some type of reaction from the other. Mylo stared intensely, not really wanting to share his mom.
“How long is he gonna be here?” YN turned to Mylo after his question, eyebrow raised in a ‘try me’ way.
“He’ll stay as long as he needs to. Please try to be sympathetic. Claggor has had a hard time just like you. Okay Mylo?”
Mylo nodded and didn’t speak much for the rest of the meal. After YN washed both boys and got them to bed. Tucking both under her covers and kissing both on the forehead.
“I won’t be able to sleep here tonight okay? I’ll take up too much space and I want you to be comfortable.” YN smiled and closed the door, leaving a small crack just in case.
“don’t worry.. mom is great… it’ll be okay… you can trust me…” Mylo whispered to the boy.
YN smiled and got comfortable on the couch.
~~~3 years later~~~
YN paced back and forth in her apartment. Her anxiety left her two 9 nine year olds feeling the same anxiety coming from her. YN knew that Vander was going to lead a bunch of people from the lanes across the bridge and she just knew that something was going to go wrong.
The red smoke coming from the bridge confirmed said fears. The sky was filled with smoke, fire, and screams of people dying or losing loved ones. All she got from anyone was that the enforcers killed everyone they saw. Just as the screams got quieter and quieter, YN felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
Vander must be… dead. Vander was dead and the last thing she said to him were words full of hate. And now he was gone. She never even got to say that she loved him one last time. YN’s pacing stopped when she turned her head to her boys who sat on the couch, scared about what was happening. Both curled into small balls of fear.
“Oh my loves. I’m sorry for scaring you.” YN sat between them on the couch and pulled both close, her brown arms wrapped them trying to soothe them as best she could.
“Are the enforcers going to come down here?” Claggor asked quietly. YN kissed the top of his head.
“No baby. They’re just gonna focus on the bridge.”
“Did you know anyone there?” Mylo asked, trying to distract his mind.
“My husband. I don’t know if he made it. I’m scared he didn’t.” Both boys hugged her close to comfort her.
As the explosions got louder, YN took both children to her room and tucked them away. Wanting them to be shielded from the apocalyptic scene taking place outside. This was one of the few times she closed the door to her room fully. Wanting some sense of privacy to let her emotions spill out. The pain of most likely losing her husband tearing into her soul open, causing YN to hit her knees and sob. The sound pulled the breath from her as she heaved and dropped her face to the floor and cried.
Her emotional breakdown was interrupted by the sound of knocking at her door. With apprehension, YN made her way to the door. Swinging it open to be faced with the familiar disheveled face of Vander. He looked tired, bloody, and was holding two sleeping girls. YN wordlessly reached forward and brushed back the blue hair of the smaller one. Stepping back to allow Vander in her place, the two didn’t speak.
“You can put them in my room with the boys.” YN said.
“The boys?”
“Long story.”
Vander did as she said. Afterwards making his way to her kitchen so YN could patch him up. They didn’t say much as she was focused on making him better. Both were too scared what would come out if they said anything, but also both were desperate to just holding each other because they just missed the other so fucking much.
“Where did you find them?” YN asked, finally breaking the silence.
“On the bridge.”
“Their parents?”
“Dead. They saw their bodies…”
“How many died?”
“Almost everyone.”
Finally YN stood up in anger, walking away so that he wouldn’t see her face.
“You’re such a fucking idiot!” YN growled out in anger, making Vander stand up in equal anger to her statement.
“I was trying to get liberation! I wanted to get the lanes free from Piltover. I-”
“If you died I would never forgive myself! I would hate myself for pushing you away that last time! I- I don’t want you to die!!” YN screamed and turned to him, showing the tears that ran down her face as she tried to hold them back. The same tears that reflected his own.
They both embraced. Vander shushed her as she sobbed and weakly hit his chest with her balled up fists.They rocked back and forth, trying to comfort the other.
“Please.. Please don’t die.. I don’t want you to go… I couldn’t bear it.. Please Vander. Please do this for me? Please don’t go away again. I won’t shove you away I promise.” YN broke down.
Vander pulled back and kissed his wife deeply. Tears and passion mixing from the pain of what they lost. The blame and pain from the last few years bubbling up from the fact that they missed each other. The fact they still loved each other.
The love shared between them was not an anchor, but a bond that finally got tied again. This reunion wouldn’t take the pain of losing so many lives, and the weight of guilt wouldn’t subside. But now they both had someone again to hold their hand, and be with them when it got worse.
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☆ welcome to jnkgrnde’s blog !!
☆ NOW PLAYING — LOVE DELUXE, 1992
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☆ she/her, black, march pisces, bisexual, cabin 3 !
before you continue, this is a blog that supports a free palestine. from the river to the sea 🇵🇸🍉
LINKS TO HELP: EDUCATE, PROTESTS, BOYCOTTS ETC.
☆ who i write for: shuri udaku (black panther), riri williams (black panther), shuriri (black panther), vi (arcane), sevika (arcane), miles morales (spiderverse), clarisse la rue (percy jackson)
☆ disclaimers:
1. when i write for black panther characters there won’t and never will be a white love interest. (self explanatory).
2. usually i write for whoever/whatever i’m fixated on, so more characters are going to be posted than others.
3. i currently don’t take requests!
4. do NOT interact with me if you ship namor and shuri. you will be blocked.
5. most of the time i write for x readers but i am open to writing ships that don’t have x reader occasionally.
6. any and everything i write is intended for poc readers.
8. i currently don’t write smut.
9. i’m currently in school + doing a sport so a lot of the time i’m not writing but i am active !
7. that’s it! just have fun on this blog!
☆ masterlist !
percy jackson and the olympians:
— is it a crime?, clarisse la rue
— closer, clarisse la rue
— can’t take my eyes off of you, clarisse la rue
— like a tattoo, clarisse la rue
— dating hc’s, clarisse la rue
— flaws and all, clarisse la rue
— weak in the knees, clarisse la rue
— late night swimming, clarisse la rue
black panther: wakanda forever
shuri:
— blast off, shuri udaku
— after last night, shuri udaku
— low, shuri udaku
— needy, shuri udaku
— safety net, shuri udaku
— kryptonite, shuri udaku
— ms. clumsy, shuri udaku
— crush hc’s, shuri udaku
riri williams
— chicago, riri williams
— crush hc’s, riri williams
— the girl with the tattoo, riri williams
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