#jinx x reader oneshot
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Jinx was incredibly tactile. You'd know that from the beginning. But it made pining for her hard on your heart.
Jinx x Reader
Fandom: Arcane
Format: Oneshot (440 words)
Warnings: Requited unrequited love
Genderneutral Reader
Arcane Masterlist
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Jinx touched you constantly. She leaned on you, threw her arm over your shoulders, laid in your lap, and ruffled your hair whenever she had the chance.
It was nothing you were surprised by anymore, and it didn't bother you. Jinx was your best friend and in the undercity, comfort could be hard to come by.
But recently, it had become a problem.
You were in love with her. Maybe always had been, from the first moment she'd pulled you up onto a roof with her and drew constellations in stars you couldn't see. The world seemed to revolve around her and her bright grin, everything so much more vibrant when she laughed.
You couldn't tell her of course. You'd never so much as seen her flirt with someone, much less show any real interest in dating anyone. And you were friends, you'd rather die than ruin that. Losing her easy friendship and warm presence would drain whatever color there was for you here in the undercity.
But that was alright. Being just her friend wasn't a burden, and with her by your side, you didn't really care whether it was platonic or romantic. You were content to try and bury your feelings if it meant that you kept getting to see her smile.
The only time it really got to you was when she touched you.
It wasn't that you didn't want her to. If anything, you wanted her to touch you far more than she did. But every time she curled up on your couch, pressed against your side, you were filled with longing, wishing that you could kiss her, could love her in all the ways you wanted to.
You'd walk through Zaun with her and everything would be fine until she grabbed your hand to drag you to a new stall, holding it without a care in the world, only letting go when she had to.
It was really doing a number on your heart. Maybe the boss would cover your medical bills if it gave out on you? Doubtful.
You couldn't tell her but you could never stay away. Being beside her was worth all the heartache. Every moment of pining meant nothing compared to a single moment of making her happy.
So here you were, sitting in her room while she laid her head in your lap. She was chattering away about a new invention, and if this peace was tied to the ache in your chest then you figured they balanced out in her favor.
She was grinning at you, wild and reckless and beautiful and nothing would keep you from smiling back.
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Can you do a fic or hc about Jinx (Arcane) with a s/o who is a doctor and has to patch her up after every mission, and their reaction to Shimmer Jinx after the bridge scene pls?
Shimmer Repair
Jinx x Reader
A/N - I loved writing thisss
Regularly healing her would be a understatement.
You constantly stitched her up, regardless of severity of her injures.
You’d even treat bruises, for Gods sake.
There’d been more fights between her and guys in Zaun than you could count, and despite her exceptional ability to fight, she still came back injured.
Jinx hadn’t ignored your silence. In fact, she’d noticed it and was paying attention to it more than you’d wished. You’d not said anything since she’d walked in and simply got to work once you saw how bloody she was.
“Can you say something?” She pleaded, her voice wavering like it always did. It made your heart skip a beat a little with her sudden need to speak. You didn’t even know what to say or how to say anything without tearing up. It was brutal seeing her so hurt, even if she pretended to be this tough guy and say nothing is hurting her.
“I don’t have anything to say, Jinx.” You sighed, putting her needing down next to you. “Every time I tell you to be careful you come back injured. It hurts seeing you like this.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” She placed her head in her hands, rubbing her eyes slightly. “I don’t mean to. I just get carried away and-”
You smiled gently and lifted your hand to cup her face, rubbing your thumbs across her cheeks.
“It’s okay.”
Don’t get me started on the shimmer accident
One thing you managed to convince Jinx of is not to take shimmer
She never took it, per your requests
Plus she saw how Insane Sevika was on it and she claimed she was crazy enough
Silco also had said she was never to use it because he didn’t want her addicted
She somehow followed that rule
Until today
When Silco ran into your workspace with Jinx unconscious in his arms, your heart stopped
There was nothing you could do but to give her shimmer, nothing else was strong enough to support her bleeding body.
You had to give him something to calm down before he went down for a heart attack from seeing his kid half dead.
“For your own sanity.” You pushed him down onto a chair far away and didn’t bother seeing when he fell asleep. You quickly turned to Jinx, getting the needle ready and injecting her neck with it.
You used the minimum amount that would work. It would affect her permanently regardless of how much you used, yet you still prayed that she’d remain your Jinx when she woke up.
You heart broke when she started screaming her sisters name, then Silco’s, then yours. You held her hand, running your fingers through her long blue hair before she finally passed out asleep. You exhaled loudly, wiping the purple tears that had left her eyes.
All that was left to do was wait until she woke up.
Although jinx acted like herself, she wasn’t really “your” jinx anymore.
She was so set on revenge, especially after she’d told you what had happened on the bridge.
You told her to be careful, as you always did, but you knew you’d have to patch her up after she came back again.
It was okay because at the end of the day, she came back to you.
Injured of not, you still loved her.
THE END
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Rainy Afternoons
Viktor x gender!neutral Reader
Word count:1.2k
Waenings:Rain?
Summary:You wallow in the past as Viktor joins you in the comforting rain...
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Rain always felt comfortable to me. It reminded me a lot of the Undercity, or the Nation of Zaun, how they call it now. But Viktor and I had left the Undercity a long time ago. A lot had changed since then. We met Jayce, we invented Hextech and Jayce had become a Pioneer of Sience, while Viktor prefered to stay in the Shadow .
I revided all that had happended, while I let the Rain quietly hit my face. My eyes opened and my gaze wandered over Piltover. The Lab offered an amazing View of the City. I saw lots of different People wandering through the streets. Most of them carrying Umbrella's, only a few were desperately trying to escape the Rain.
I closed my Eyes again , trying to concentrate on the sound of the Rain. blending out the loud City noises.
"What are you doing here?"
A smile appeared on my face, after hearing that beautiful Voice, immediately recognizing it as Viktor's.
"I'm enjoying the Rain", I mumbled and turned around. Viktor looked at me perplexed.
"You're gonna catch a cold", he stated and slowly walked towards me. Dripplets of Water started to run down his face, as he was also exoposed to the Rain now. I smiled at him. My hand rose to carry his face. Viktor slowly closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.
"It reminds me of the Undercity", I mumbled, letting my hand fall to the railing of the Balcony. Viktor's eyes followed my movement and he leaned aginst the Railing, also letting his gaze wander over the busy streets of Piltover.
"It's been quite a while, hm?", Viktor asked. I only nodded, slowly stepping closer. He turned towards me, his entire attention focued on me now. I smiled at the Man in front of me and carefully took his hand. Viktor interwined our Fingers and squeezed my Hand slighty. I looked back up at him, only to find his face inches away from mine. Vikotor's other Hand rose to carres my Cheek.
" We should go inside", he mumbled. "Just a few more seconds", I mumbled , eying his lips. Viktor noticed my action. I saw him close his eyes, before our lips collided in a tender kiss. His lips were soft against mine and i felt him pull me closer by my hand.
"Viktor", I mumbled against his lips. My hands rose to his Chest, while I felt Viktor grab my Waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Our lips connected again, but this time it was more passionate. I felt how he pushed me up against the Railing of the Balcony, as we were suddenly interruprd.
"What are you two doing there?", I heard Jayce chuckle.
Viktor and I broke apart almost immediately. I glanced over Vikotor's shoulder, only to find a grinning Jayce Talis, standing at the Entrace of the Balcony.
"Enjoying the Rain", Viktor smiled and turned around. He took my Hand again and slighty pulled me into his Side.
"Anywyas, you should come inside now or you'll catch a Cold", Jayce smiled.
"See?! That's exactly what I told you?", Vikotor asked, a fake expression of Indignation on his Face. I only giggled at him and started to walk back inside. Viktor followed suit.
It wasn't until we got back inside that I realized how cold I actually was. I hugged myself, as I started to shiver, due to the the cold water soaking my clothes. Suddenly, I felt someone hug me from behind. I looked over my shoulder, as I saw a smiling Viktor. "Come on", he mumbled,"Let's get into some dry Clothes."
I only nodded and followed him towards our Room.
I opened the Door for Viktor, while he slowly walked inside. I noticed that he had started to shiver now too, so I closed the door and hurried towards our Closet. I pulled out some comfy closed and tossed them over to Viktor, who had sat down on the Bed.
"Do you want me to help?", I asked softly. His leg had gotten worst recently. I often woke up to him doubling over in Pain, grasping his leg. The nose bleeding had gotten worst too. I was desperately trying to convince him to go see a Doctor, but Viktor always insisted that it would go away soon.
"I'd be very grateful", Viktor mumbled and pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked down at him. His gaze was directed at the Floor, like he was ashamed to ask for help. I smiled and carefully grasped Viktor's chin, pulling up his head to look at me. I kissed him on the cheek before starting to loosen his tie. I noticed how a soft smile appeared on his face as I worked trhough the Layers of his suit. Suddenly, Viktor grabbed my Wrist and pulled me closer to him. I barely had time to react, as his lips crashed onto mine. My hands immediately snuck around his neck. Viktor deepened the kiss and pulled me onto his Lap. I was careful not to hurt his leg, as I inched closer, slowly opening his shirt. the last remaining piece of clothing. I felt him breath in shakingly, as my cold hand touched his chest.
"I'm sorry", I mumbled, as I remerded that I was still wearing my wet clothes. Viktor smiled and grabbed the hem of my Shirt:"Let's get you out of this"
A grin appeared on my face, as I lifted my arms so that he could take it off. His eyes lingered on my Chest for a second before he pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled against his lips, as a sudden knock on the door startled the both of us.
"Y/N, Viktor?! Are you in here?"
Of course, it was Jayce again. I sighed and leaned my head against Viktor's shoulder. He only chuckled and took my hand. He motioned for me to get up. I smiled and sat down on the Bed, while he got up and walked towards the Door. I saw him open it just a smidge, before asking Jayce what he wanted, who upon answering Viktor's question suddenly sounded a bit embarrassed:"I was about to ask, if you two could help me in the Lab, but you seem pretty busy. So I'll better leave you alone. Sorry for interrupting."
"Thank you", Viktor mumbled and leaned against the Doorframe, so that the Door fell open just a little bit more. Jayce's gaze landed on me and his cheeks redened before he hastyly looked away. I furrowed my brows in confusion, before I noticed that I was not wearing a shirt.
I felt how my cheeks grew hot and I quickly called Viktor's name. He turned around smiling before realizing what was going on. He quickly grabbed the Door and closed it so far, That Jayce could only see him. "I'll go then", I heard Jayce mumble. Viktor only nodded and closed the Door. He turned around, an innocent smile on his face.
" 'm sorry", he mumbled. I quickly got up and grabbed his Hand, pecking his lips:"It's alright" Viktor smiled before pulling me in for a full kiss.
"Care to joyn me in the Shower?", I asked. Viktor ckuckled and pulled me towards the Bathroom:"How could I say no?!"
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Here is the link to my Arcane Oneshots book available on Wattpad!
Hope you give it a read and enjoy!
Requests are open too!
💜
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Arcane Masterlist
๑ Jinx
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
๑ Vi
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
๑ Ekko
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
๑ Caitlyn
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
๑ Viktor
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
๑ Sevika
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
๑ Finn
Anywhere Else
→ Special Event oneshot; Fluff; Two (2) sentences of dialogue; Not at all how I thought it would turn out; Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns for the Reader; SFW; 641 words
๑ Silco
→ Nothing yet! Feel free to request!
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Can I request oneshot of Mk1 Liu Kang x Fem s/o Jinx (Dc comics) whose power is to give bad luck because of this power she always isolates herself in fear of hurting others when she tells Liu about her power he doesn't care and still loves her anyway; she is gentle and soft spoken please?
jinx, jinx again!
a/n: i changed the personality of the reader around, but i think it makes more sense
pairing: liu kang x gn!reader
warnings: none :)
Liu Kang wonders where you are
you were a powerful champion, one with the power to turn the tides of luck and turn the war towards any one side
he had created you in this timeline with the intent to protect Earthrealm, and yet, you’re nowhere to be found on any speck of the planet
and so Liu Kang set out on a journey to find you, going through the sands of time to try and locate you with Geras to bring you to his side before Shang Tsung or anyone else could use your powers for evil
Liu Kang sighs and rubs at the headache forming in his head, it had been days since he had started looking
and yet, you were nowhere to be found, finding the other champions had not nearly been this difficult and yet here you were, unfindable
Geras calls over Liu Kang and points to something in the hourglass, a piece of sand stuck to the side, stubbornly refusing to fall in with the rest of them
Liu Kang raises his eyebrow and picks out the sand and opens its threads to show its life, and there you were
he scrolls through your life memories, searching for where you are, but now he sees why you were so hard to find
your power to change the tides had manifested as bad luck, and it had driven you away from society and only heightened your anxiety
and that heightened your powers, which turned into a never ending cycle of you falling deeper and deeper into your powers
and your powers had kept you away from Liu Kang, from forming connections with the right people to harness your powers
and so you lived in isolation in fear of harming others
Liu Kang rubs his chin as he tries to find your exact location, and he hums as he finds you, isolated high in the mountains, somehow surviving on your own despite everything
he summons a portal and tells Geras that hopefully he will be back soon with you in hand, and Liu Kang disappears
it’s snowing, trees covered in the soft powder, and the birds chirp quietly into the air as Liu Kang makes his way through the forest
he finds your house in the distance, a humble cabin barely holding itself together, and he knocks upon your door
he hears some crashing from within a house and a loud thud before the door unlatches, and you peek out from behind the door, eyes wide as you stare at him
your fingers twitch as you notice his glowing eyes and his lack of winter clothing, and he asks to enter
you shut the door in his face, and he can hear yourself mumbling to yourself, before you open the door again and ask who he is
Liu Kang tells you who he is, god of fire and protector of earthrealm, and he tells you he is here to recruit you in the defense of earthrealm
you raise your eyebrows and then laugh, cackling and howling even as Liu Kang stands in front of you with a stern face
you raise your hand up into the air, and the top of the doorway falls down right into your awaiting hands, as if you knew it was going to happen
you shove it back in place before telling him that that was a funny joke, but he shouldn’t have been able to find you in the woods
you open the rest of the door to reveal the sharp blade you carry, and Liu Kang raises his hands in surrender, trying not to provoke you any further
but he can see the way your hands slightly tremble and how your breath comes out a bit stuttered as you hold the knife towards him
Liu Kang says he truly is a god and he summons flames into his hand to show you
you look at him in surprise and nearly drop the knife into the snow, and you fumble with it, managing to cut yourself in the process
you hiss out in pain and press your thumb into your mouth, trying to clean the wound as Liu Kang looks upon you
he tells you he has the answer to your plight, that he can cure your bad luck if you come with him to train and defend earthrealm
you look up at him with quirked eyebrows, surprised that he even knew of your terrible luck
he summons a portal behind him, one that led to his academy, and he gestures that you can take his offer, to control your powers and make friends and to build connection
your eyes dart between the portal and your rickety home, unsure if you should leave everything behind
you always had bad luck, and it drew everyone away from you
you bounced from home to home, from school to school as your bad luck harmed everyone else and you
now, you have a chance to get rid of your bad luck, to make the human connection you so desperately craved after years in isolation
you spin in a circle and step out from under the doorway as the top of it falls down again
you don’t catch it and let it fall into the snow as you take a deep breath and take Liu Kang’s hands
he’s warm, warmer than anyone you’ve ever experienced, and he gives you a small smile before leading you through the portal to your new life
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can u do smth where ethan buys reader a promise ring pls 🥹 ur fics are amazing 💜
Paper Rings, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]
— i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings
non-gf ethan landry x gn reader -> dating
note: THIS REQUEST AHHH i've been waiting to base a fic off of this song for a while i kiss ur head and i'm glad you enjoy my fics !!
warnings ! — none, just a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff! + reader doesn't have a specified gender but this was written with an afab reader in mind — nothing points to this fact though ! :)
you and ethan hadn't been together for all that long, a year and a half at most. it took him a while to comprehend the depth of his feelings for you and it was really scary for him.
growing up having been pressured to constantly be as good as or better than his older brother really messed with his head. he constantly had doubts that he wouldn't be good enough for you and that you deserved someone better — someone that wasn't him.
over the course of the first few weeks you and ethan had actually been together, there was cute little dates, hand-holding, giggling into little (sometimes awkward) kisses and him trying to get a grasp on his feelings.
majority of the time he couldn't quite put a finger on what emotions he was feeling. sometimes he thought he was angry when he was really just sad, sometimes he thought he was anxious when he was actually excited.
with you, though? he'd never understood an emotion so clearly in his life.
his heart was filled with love for you, that he knew. love so pure and soft and gentle that it felt like almost nothing could tarnish it. you made him understand himself better — you encouraged him when he would beat himself up over bad grades, you loved him; and he loved you too.
that was precisely the reason why he found himself buying you a promise ring. he'd seen you eyeing a specific one each time you shopped together and you'd talked about promise rings to him a few times.
originally, he didn't know how to feel about those because what if it jinxed your relationship? what if you ended up splitting off and going your seperate ways?
however, after a few weeks just spent thinking it over — all up in his head about it; he decided he wanted to get you one. it'd be a surprise, of course.
one night he had your hand next to his, a measuring tape over the width of both of your fingers. he acted like he was simply comparing handsizes, laughing when you pointed out that he was measuring the wrong way.
"oh, you're right, baby," he chuckled but made a mental note of the size of your left ring finger.
the next time you went to the mall together he kissed your cheek gently before pulling his hand away from yours. "i'll be back, angel," he told you, "just need to go to the bathroom."
you nodded and sat on a bench in the food court, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him.
he made sure you weren't looking before he snuck off to the jewellery store, wanting to be as quick as possible so you wouldn't get suspicious. as soon as he was being served, he told the employee the exact ring and size.
it was made to be, it seemed, when the older woman told him that was the last of that ring in that size they had in stock.
he smiled brightly and thanked the woman, paying (quite a hefty price) and slipping the little box into his pocket. he'd get a matching one for himself later, he thought.
when you'd both gotten back to your apartment (which pretty much belonged to the both of you now), he'd sat down with you on the sofa. he kissed your hands gently and pulled you into his chest, the two of you sitting there together in silence for a few minutes — just in eachother's company.
he felt his stomach bubbling up with nerves but pushed them back down. nothing was going to ruin this moment. he cleared his throat to which you perked up, pulling away from him to look into his eyes.
"i don't know much about how to do these things without being awkward," he mumbled as his eyes looked anywhere but at you.
"i wanted this to be special and i know that it's been hard... dealing with me and all, but now i know that i can trust you. i really feel like.. like you understand me better than anyone else ever has before and i can confidently say that i love you."
he took a shaky breath, a smile plastering itself onto his face.
"i know we're still young but i truly think i want to spend the rest of my life with you," he went on as your eyes widened in fear somewhat. "th— this isn't a proposal!" he quickly reassured you, to which you calmed.
he pulled the box out of his pocket and presented the ring to you, "not a proposal — but a promise that one day, there will be one."
he watched as your eyes lit up, tears gathering along your waterline as you let out a choked sob with a smile. you hugged him tight and took the ring, holding it tenderly in your hands.
ethan watched as you slipped it onto your left ring finger, kissing his cheek and then his lips.
"thank you so much, eth. it's beautiful, i love you."
the brunette-haired boy looked away, bashful before turning back to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "there's honestly nothing i wouldn't do for you."
you admired the ring before glancing at his own left hand, "where's yours?" you asked with a frown.
he laughed awkwardly and chewed his bottom lip, "didn't have the money to get it but i knew i had to get yours today."
ethan looked up, confused as he saw you get up from the couch and heard the jingle of your keys. "where are you going?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"we're going to get your half of the promise."
your boyfriend simply stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. "i don't have enough money though? i just said that."
you smiled at him, eyes squinted slightly, "i'm buying it. promises are fifty-fifty."
i loved writing this sm omg
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could you write a jealous!jinx x fem!reader (arcane) oneshot or headcannon plss?? pls remember to take care of yourself! thank you <3333
hello !! yes, ofc i can <33 take care of yourself too, remember to eat and drink !!
i did add a couple more of the female characters for this since i chose to do headcanons.
PAIRINGS :: vi, jinx, and caitlyn x fem reader WARNINGS :: none, just women being jealous
VI
— vi would be someone who got jealous easily, but would struggle to tell you.
— she would see somebody flirting with you and on the inside she would be planning on fighting them, but the only thing you would see was her cold expression.
— if you saw her at all.
— her fists would clench as she stared at whoever was flirting at you, her nose scrunching up slightly as she wished she could just push that person away from you.
— she probably would tbh.
— she wouldn’t tell you she’s jealous though. she would just start a fight with them and not tell you why.
— she’d be so protective tho.
— “vi, why the hell would you fight them?”
— “they did something bad, cupcake.”
— basically that’s all she would say.
JINX
— jinx would definitely get jealous and she would definitely tell, or show you.
— murder is the only thing on her mind when she saw how the person placed a hand on your shoulder as they spoke to you.
— she’d probably use her gun to get rid of them, but to be honest, i feel like she would do WAY worse than that.
— she would test her bombs on them.
— after getting rid of them, she would be so clingy. like she wouldn’t want to let you go.
— “hey, uh, you’re not going to leave me, are you?”
— you would have to constantly reassure her about that, especially if she was jealous.
— she wouldn’t let you go.
— she’d just keep hugging you. and she’d probably go with you if you went out again.
— she just doesn’t want to lose you <3
CAITLYN
— to be honest, i don’t think she would get jealous often.
— she trusts you a lot, and she knows that you would never betray her.
— however, on the rare occasion she does get jealous, she would probably just ignore you.
— she would give you the silent treatment until you asked her to talk about why she was ignoring you.
— she would be calm with her argument, if you got into an argument.
— “i’ll never leave you, cait. you know that.”
— “did you see the way they looked at you, darling? i know that you won’t leave me, but i don’t want you to get dragged into their business.”
— she would be the mature one of the conversation.
— tbh you probably both would be.
— if it was someone she worked with that she didn’t like that had flirted with you, she would probably make a snarky comment but i don’t think she would do anything bad to them.
— probably just is rude to them for a bit.
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"Let me take care of you" | Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader | Oneshot
Word count: 4.3k
Summary: Today felt like you were jinxed from the gods and everything went wrong, but fortunately you have a boyfriend who loves to take care of you.
Warnings: smut (with a tiny but of plot), aged up characters, slight Dominis, cunnilingus, bj, p in v, rough sex, minors dni
I'm back, baby! ❤️️
Felt inspired to write a short little smut story with Ominis. 🥵️
"Could you handle me" part 3 is still in the works, but it's been very slow unfortunately! I'm quite busy and can't say when it's finished, sorry!!!
Hopefully this will suffice for the time being!
~Mia
The metal gate opened with a squeaking noise and rattled back down, after you stepped into the cold air of the Undercroft.
It slightly soothed your headache and sore muscles, but not as much as seeing your boyfriend relaxing on a velvet couch with a tome in hand and his wand in the other.
Ominis' blonde hair was pulled back as always, but wasn't as neat as in the morning, when you saw him for only a fleeting kiss to the cheek. His milky blue eyes were floating in a way just above the book he was reading.
It was a little quirk of his - whenever he tried to concentrate, his view would shift so he wasn't "looking" directly at it, but instead tilted his head forward or to the side, letting his heightened senses take over.
This time he was concentrating on the whispers that ran through his body, when the tip of his wand hovered over the words of the page. He once explained it to you as pulsating whispers in the back of his head.
You could always listen to him the whole day, explaining to you how he sensed the world around him...or how he sensed you.
Sometimes he teased you about it, how you could never sneak up on him, because he'd smell you, before you'd even catch a glimpse of him. Or that he noticed the difference of your footsteps to every other student in Hogwarts.
He even once claimed he could feel your very distinctive magical aura. Across the whole castle and sometimes even beyond the walls. When he needed to feel close to you, he honed in on your magic and let himself get drowned in your feeling.
Your heart never fluttered so much, when he admitted this to you one tired evening, wrapped around each other's naked limbs, sweat still glistening on both of your skin from previous activities. He whispered it into your hair, which he showered with kisses, while your nose was pressed against his pale soft chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent.
Remembering this brought a soft blush to your cheeks as you made your way over to him. But then the pounding of your headache came rushing back, reminding you of the horrible day you just had. With a groan, you let yourself fall onto the couch next to the Slytherin.
"Hey, Ominis", you sighed, rubbing your temples gently.
He looked up, a worried expression on his face, as he turned to you.
"Tiring day, love?"
His voice was gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive you were to sounds when you were this exhausted. Fortunately his voice was like honey, smoothing out any discomfort you felt throughout the day.
You reached out for the back of your neck, rolling around your head, feeling your tense muscles underneath your fingers. You groaned once more before answering.
"That's understated. Merlin, I never had so much bad luck in one day. Woke up with pain in my limbs from sleeping in a wrong position all night, brewed utter rubbish in potions class and almost lost to Prewett in DADA. But how was your day? I hope it was better than mine..."
Ominis closed the tome on his lap while listening to you and put it away onto the small table in front of the couch, together with his wand. He leaned back, calm as ever.
"My day was rather uneventful. But it has become way better, now you're here."
His sweet lopsided grin triggered a similar response from your mouth. The back of his hand gently caressed your arm, slowly trailing up to your shoulder and neck, his thumb adding some pressure.
"May I take care of you, my little dove? Take away all this tension in your body?"
You sighed, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over you.
"Yes, please..." You whispered, feeling Ominis' expert fingers pushing down on a quite sore muscle right on the edge between neck and shoulder, releasing some of the tension in your body, making you lean into his touch.
He grinned, loving the way you always seemed to falter when he touched you just right. And he knew your body better than his own, understanding every single twitch and shiver as a signal where you needed him most.
You let your boyfriend move your body, so your back was facing him and he turned his full attention to you. His hands softly ran over your shoulders, your spine and down to your lower back.
"Gods, you're stiff as a board, darling."
You only replied in an exhausted sigh, also feeling a little annoyed by the fabric covering your aching body. Without you needing to even open your mouth, Ominis started untugging your shirt from your skirt, pulling it over your head and gently placing it over the backrest of the couch. Knowing you well, he took off your bra, too, placing it with the shirt.
You grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly, feeling goosebump covering your bare skin from the cool air in the Undercroft.
Ominis warm hands found their way back to your soft skin and caressed it with so much tenderness, it almost melted your heart. He slowly worked his way over your tight muscles and knots, loosening them bit by bit. He knew when to put more pressure on sore spots and when to soften his touch again to avoid hurting you.
It was pure bliss.
You sighed and even moaned from the way he touched you so perfectly. The troubles of the day just washed away and it was as if there was only ever this moment right now.
Ominis gave your left shoulder a peck, moving over to the right and doing the same. Then a soft kiss to your spine. Then one higher, right on your neck.
"Mhh, Ominis..."
You felt the smile playing on his lips, when he placed another kiss right to your hairline.
"Are you feeling good, little dove?"
"Yesss~"
"Good." He hummed lazily, rubbing your back with a bit more intensity.
You didn't know what it was...maybe just the fact of his hands on your naked upper half, his gentle kisses or his scent engulfing you entirely...but you noticed the sudden shift in the air.
And just the thought of his hands moving towards the front or down to your thighs made you moan a little louder.
"Hm?"
Oh, his voice was a lot lower...a teasing tone mixed into it.
"Something the matter?"
"N-no..." You stuttered, taking in a sharp breath, when his fingers trailed over your sides, coming dangerously close to your chest.
"Are you sure? You know darling...if there's any other way I can help you...relax, one word and I'll do it."
He whispered those words close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck.
Your arm reached behind you, grabbing the back of the Slytherin's head, keeping him close as his lips connected to your burning skin.
"Oh, Ominis...mhhh...p-please..."
"Please what? Darling, you need to use your words or I can't help you."
You bit your lip, feeling heat traveling down between your legs and a different kind of knot forming in your lower stomach.
"Please, touch me more."
"More? Hm..."
His arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body, but only touching your stomach.
"Here?"
A small little whine escaped your lips and you knew he was playing with you. He always knew what you needed. Sometimes Ominis couldn't help himself enjoying how he had you wrapped around his fingers.
One of his large hands traveled up, cupping your breast and pressing each finger into it individually, making you breathe harder.
"Here? Or..."
You gasped when his other hand made it's way from your stomach down to your thigh, under your skirt and finally to your damp cotton underwear.
"...is this where you need me, love?"
"T-there..."
You shivered on your whole body and it took all of your strength not to crush your boyfriend's long delicate fingers, by pressing your thighs together. His warm body hugged your scorching hot back, his tongue licking up your pulse on your neck.
He then continued to whisper in a husky and hungry tone.
"Then why don't you lie down on your back? This way I'll make you feel even better."
Ominis held his arms around you in a way to support you when getting off of the couch, getting up himself. Somehow there was always an arm, a hand or a finger attached to you, as if not feeling you would break this connection he felt with you in those moments. It was endearing and arousing all the same.
And the way you already messed up his perfectly styled hair, was even more arousing.
You lied back down onto the old yet comfortable couch, already feeling way lighter than when you first came into this secret place of yours and the two Slytherin boys.
Ominis' porcelain hand ran over your side, over your thigh and back up, when he finally climbed over you, encasing you with his limbs. His lips hovered over yours, breathing you in for a moment, the hunger clearly visible in his face.
"You're so perfect, little dove."
The back of his hand stroked your cheek affectionately, before kissing you as soft as possible. It made your heart race and your cheeks blush in a deep red, that he could feel under his touch.
His hand trailed down to your ear, then your neck with a featherlight touch, fingertips outlining your collarbone. At last he held onto your side, revisiting all those previous places with his perfect lips, kissing, licking and sucking. Even a loving bite was part of it. He knew how much you loved getting marked by him and he knew exactly where to place them, hitting every sensitive spot and pulling out small moans and whimpers out of you.
You closed your eyes, biting your lower lips, muffling your noises a bit.
Finally his lips reached their destination, licking tiny little circles over your hardened nub, while one hand took care of the other.
"Ahhhh...Ominis~"
"Relax, darling. Just let me love you."
His affectioned words whispered right over your nipple, made it perk up even more, the air being so cold. He continued circling and even sucking on your nub, making your back arch and hips roll.
There was a place on your body growing with heat and feeling neglected, desperate for some kind of friction and Ominis' knee was too far away to take on that job.
A chuckle rang in your ears, making you look down to your boyfriend.
Ominis knew exactly what he was doing to you and found great enjoyment in pulling out those sweet reactions from you. You let your head fall back onto the pillow, feeling a little embarrassed, how easy it was for him to do so. He only needed to say a word, blow a kiss against your skin or smile a certain way and you instantly crumbled.
"Don't worry, darling..."
He said, licking at your other breast and kissing it.
"...I will take care of you."
His hand from your breast glided over your thigh, reaching around and his fingertips almost touching your bottom, but instead they pushed your leg up.
His kisses traveled lower and lower over your abdomen to right at the edge of your skirt. He moved the fabric up, inspecting the damp cloth covering your aching cunt.
Ominis clicked his tongue, smirking to himself, when his fingers got another feel of this wetness between your legs.
"So wet for me already...such a good girl."
Another blush creeped up into your face, probably spreading across your neck and shoulders already, hearing Ominis say those words.
His long slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and gently slid them down your legs. You lifted them, to help him get them off.
But instead of throwing them to the side, he held the fabric to his face, taking in a deep breath and you watched him with big eyes.
"Merlin, you smell divine."
Instantly more heat and slick pooled in between your folds and your muscles in your legs tensed up, shivering in response.
"So sweet and inviting, dove. I need to taste you..."
With the lacy fabric now tossed to the side, Ominis nestled himself right between your legs, pulling you closer to his mouth by your hips.
"So perfect..." You heard him mumble against your folds, his finger running over them and spreading them apart, making you gasp and clench for a moment.
Your mewls and moans only spurred the blonde on and his tongue darted out, lapping up the juices that had gathered there.
"Oh, oh my...ahhh~"
You weren't able to muffle your moans anymore by biting down on your lips. You were afraid of drawing blood, cause you'd bit harder and harder with the way Ominis handled you.
"Yes, darling...let me hear how good I make you feel."
The tip of his tongue licked up and down your slit, circling the hard pearl at the top, earning more sounds from you.
You held onto the pillow your head was laying on and your other hand reached out for the soft blonde hair.
Ominis sucked deliciously on your clit, and his fingers teased your entrance. He licked them for a moment, before letting the first digit push into you. It slid in so easily that he didn't have to wait to push in the second finger.
"So needy and desperate for me, love."
"Hah hah, y-yes. Just for you..."
You breathed, having trouble to calm down.
As his tongue continued its ministrations on your pearl, his fingers started to move in and out, sometimes curling his digits inside you to rub against this sensitive spot.
It made you clench around him, the pleasure already feeling too much for you to handle.
"Oh, fuck. Feels s' good~"
With your words starting to slur, Ominis knew you were getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. Also the way you clenched even tighter around his fingers, making him struggle to keep up his speed, told him everything he needed to know.
"Fuck...you're so tight, dove."
It was turning him on so much, he did unconsciously rub his hardened member, still trapped in his pants, against the couch.
He put your trembling legs over his shoulder, reaching even further into you.
Ominis groaned against your cunt, the vibration bringing you close to the edge.
He licked you relentlessly, his finger pumping in and out of you in a quickened speed. Meanwhile your fingers tangled into his hair started pulling on them, trying to hold onto anything.
"Please, let me taste you. Spill on to me, my darling and let me drink you up."
Those words sent you over the edge, screaming his name.
His finger immediately retreated, replacing them with his tongue, so he could lap up all the juices spilling out of you. You tasted so sweet against his tongue, he felt like just cumming from this alone.
Your hips bucked wildly against him, feeling oversensitive with his tongue still licking you. It almost hurt, yet it felt so good, dragging out your orgasm even further.
After a while he slowed down, placing soft kisses on your thighs and waiting for your tremors to subside. Your breathing and heartbeat returned to something closer to normal and you slumped into the couch.
Ominis gently put your legs back onto the cushions, using his fingers and tongue to clean his mouth and chin, still covered in your spill. He leaned down to you, kissing you long and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
Sitting back up, his fingers opened up one button after the other of his beautiful white dress shirt, that clearly had some sweaty spots now after his incredible work.
Your eyes found their way to the very visible bulge that formed on his pants. You bit down your lip and wanted to reach out, helping Ominis to get out of them, but he noticed your movement, grabbing your wrist with a scaring precision, before you were able to grab the fabric.
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
"I am taking care of you, my dear. Just relax and watch the show. I know how much you like watching me get undressed."
You blushed and hummed in agreement.
The blonde got up from the couch, standing next to you, where you could easily watch him. And you did.
You were completely mesmerized by him stripping down to his underwear.
His skin was so fair and like porcelain, constellations of beauty marks littered around his arms, chest, stomach and even his legs. For some reason you loved the one right by his nipple and the group of three on the inner side of his right thigh. Maybe it was the fact that only you were allowed to see them like this. Only you knew every last spot of his moles, just like he knew every little dimple of your body. He memorized your body like a map of his favorite place. It sure was his favorite place.
He could imagine coming back to it forever. Your body was his home...where he felt safe, loved and understood.
Just how you felt with him. Your heart grew and overflowed with love for this man standing in front of you.
"You are gorgeous, Ominis."
The smile on his lips was so beautiful and he genuinely seemed happy to hear you being so entranced by his body.
"Why thank you, love."
The outline of his underwear and the wet spot told you just how much, Ominis got turned on, eating you out. It wasn't the first time he did and he did tell you it was one of his favorite things to do, still it always surprised you just how much it affected him.
And how good he was at it.
You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand rest on your chest, softly rubbing over your nipple and the other play with the lips between your legs.
He stepped closer, his fingers playing with the hem of his underwear. You gulped audibly, your eyes fluttering down to his bulge. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting him too.
There was just something so arousing about it.
"Can I, please?"
You asked with almost an innocent tone to your voice. It made him groan and his dick clearly twitched underneath the fabric.
"If you ask so nicely, of course, dear."
Ominis finally pushed his underwear down, letting his erection spring free. It was leaking so much precum. You thought back, but couldn't remember if he was ever so hot and bothered for you.
His big hands wrapped around his cock, spreading the precum all over his length, pumping it a few times, before moving close enough to your mouth, so you could take him in.
You softly licked his tip first, from the slit up to the little hole that's still dripping. A few swirls around the red tip before you wrapped your lips around his length and bobbed your head down it, taking him deeper every other time.
Sinful moans and whimpers fell from the man, only causing your cunt to start dripping again, too and your fingers to circle your sensitive clit. Your moans that vibrated against his dick made it twitch wildly. It took everything in him not to cum into your mouth, even though you probably wouldn't even have minded, but Ominis still had other plans.
When you started to hollow your cheeks, sucking in his dick and grabbing his shaft and balls with your one hand, he had to push himself off of you. He was panting a lot, working himself back to reality, his dick glowing in a dangerous red.
"Fuck...love, you're too good. Merlin..."
You only giggled in response.
"This wasn't my plan, dear. This is still about me taking care of you."
"But I love making you feel good, too."
Ominis' chest shook with the soft chuckle from his lungs.
"You are an angel, dear. Don't worry about it...you will make me feel good, too, soon enough."
"Oh? What's on your mind, love?"
Ominis smirked and ran his hand over your knee, down your thigh and touching your hand, that was still working on your wet cunt. A finger was moving in and out, missing the way his fingers felt in there, as yours neither reached as far, nor filled you up so good. It made the man smile to feel you touching yourself.
"I guess you already know what's on my mind...seems to me you're all ready for me again, hm?"
He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, licking your delicate fingers clean, while also pumping his dick slowly with his other hand. A breath hitched in your throat, feeling his tongue swirling around your fingers.
God, you loved this man.
Ominis climbed on top of you again, lifting your one leg over the backrest and holding the other with his hand. His erection already pressed against your wet folds, as he leaned down to kiss you passionately.
He moved against you, slicking his member with your juices.
Parting from your lips again, he swallowed thickly and furrowed his eyebrows, the desperation to feel you completely clearly written on his face.
"Are you ready, dove?"
"Y-yes. Please make me yours."
You didn't have to say it twice. He pushed his prick inside your entrance, making sure to take it slow as it was quite larger in size and girth than his fingers earlier. But he slipped in easily with all the slickness between the two of you.
A long low growl rumbled in his chest, when he bottomed out.
"Gods, you are so tight. So fucking perfect for me."
Whenever he cussed like that, you knew he was losing his self-control. He was always a gentleman and so eloquent, but in the bedroom, when your legs were wrapped around his waist, he always lost it.
You hummed in anticipation of his first slow thrust, but suddenly he pulled out and pounded his dick back into you, making you cry out.
"Fuck, I'm sorry." He whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. He could feel the creases on yours from the painful sound you just made.
"No, no." You immediately replied, taking his cheek into your hand.
"Do it again please..."
His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he did as he was told, pulling out and quickly shoving his cock deep inside you again. This time, being prepared, your cry sounded more like one of pleasure, as it burned your insides so perfectly.
Ominis started a slow but reckless rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt, making you mewl and whimper, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin.
You felt so incredibly good for him, the sting of your nails only adding to this primal urge he felt deep in his abdomen, to break you apart with his cock.
"I love you, Ominis."
Those sweet, sweet words tore away any restraints he still had and he picked up his speed, lifting your leg higher, to go even deeper. Your cries got higher too with every thrust of his hips.
His cock pushed right against this perfect spot inside you, where you could only clench around him and moan even louder. His almost bruising strikes against it, so deep inside, were precise and calculated. Even with him losing his self-control, pleasuring you was just natural for him and by gods, you were a complete mess beneath him.
You edged closer and closer, the new knot in your stomach close to painful. Your boyfriend's name became a mantra, as if it was the only thing your mind knew anymore.
You were all surrounded by him, his wet skin slapping against you, his sweet scent engulfing you completely and his even sweeter sounds tickling your shoulder.
Ominis mouth just hung open, breathing hot against the crook of your neck, as he completely wrecked you with his speed and size. When his one hand came down to rub the perked little pearl right above your entrance, it pushed you right over.
You came with loud and lewd noises, your legs trembling, toes curling, your eyes rolling back into your skull and with a few more skillful thrusts, Ominis fell over the edge as well, emptying himself deep inside you.
You felt yourself float off of the earth...just complete bliss.
You held Ominis close, making him float with you, kissing him messily. Some kisses were more on the cheeks than on the lips, but he didn't mind. He just did the same.
Slowly but surely you two came back down, reality creeping its way back into your minds.
Carefully Ominis pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, but he instantly pulled you into him again, holding you close, as you two shuffled around, to make you lay on top of him. Your limbs wrapped around each other and Ominis peppered your head with kisses, his hands caressing your arms, while your head was close to his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.
"I love you, too."
You looked up at your Slytherin and just smiled. He looked so exhausted and still absolutely relaxed and happy.
"I hope you're feeling just as good as I am feeling now."
"Even better, love. Even better."
You whispered against his lips, giving him a long and loving kiss.
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Rumor Has It
Part 1 - Someone Like You
Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader
Warnings: none
Words: 3.4k
Summary: Catching the attention of an F1 driver is already rare but catching the attention of two very close friends in the paddock can only be a recipe for disaster. Especially when they're both devilishly handsome and have their mind set on winning your affections.
A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot but I got carried away so it's now a four parter
Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Mark and Jenson were close friends, that was a fact. The two drivers were always joking with each other. Despite their competitiveness on track, they always knew that leaving any argument they had on track was the wisest decision.
It was almost an unspoken rule that any disagreement was to be left to deal with on track and for years they never argued about anything because they knew better. Plus, they never had something to argue over that required more than what racing solved. That was until you came along, you and your bright smile that made Jenson stutter for the first time when giving an interview. Mark was just as affected as his British friend but he chose not to show it to you initially.
Jenson had been on his way to tell Mark about this gorgeous and funny reporter that he had immediately been attracted to but before he could say anything, the Australian was already talking about you. All Jenson could do was nod and laugh as Mark described how beautiful you were and how you had smiled so brightly at him while asking him questions.
Part of him wanted to shut Mark up, to tell him that you had also smiled at him and that he wasn’t special but that meant admitting that he was just as ordinary as the Australian and Jenson hoped the spark between you hadn’t been one sided.
For months the two men tried to get your attention, each with their own method but the same motivation behind it. Mark always spent as much time as possible with you in the media pen, sticking around until you were done to have a quick discussion until he was forced to join his team briefing. The usually quite grumpy Australian seemed to soften around you, smiling softly and always finding something interesting to say to you even when he DNFed. He was really trying to show his softer side in hopes that you’d like him back someday.
Where Mark was putting his hopes of getting with you on a subtler approach, Jenson was the complete opposite. The Brit was trying every trick in the book to get you to notice him, shamelessly flirting with you on or off camera. His smug smile never left his face whenever he knew he had your undivided attention.
He got high on it, trying to find how to rile you up, how to get you to respond to his taunts. When it worked, the rare times you caved in and teased him back, Jenson beamed with pride.
With how close the two drivers were, they were well aware that they liked you both and that if you ever decided to reciprocate their feelings, one of them would be left behind and forced to let you go. Each of them hoped their antics would work, bragging about how well they knew you and how you would like them back someday.
Neither of them dared to say they’d get you explicitly. First, they didn’t want to jinx it by saying out loud a wish that hadn’t happened yet. Second, they knew better than to be douchebags and they respected you too much to treat you like some prize to be won. No matter how this whole flirting game felt like a competition between them, you weren’t an object to own.
By the end of the 2008 season, you still hadn’t reciprocated any of their feelings but neither of them was ready to give up. For an unknown reason, you had their undivided attention and there was nothing you or they could do about it.
At first, you had thought they were indeed flirting with you and it felt good to be wanted. It wasn’t everyday that two gorgeous men got out of their way to have your attention. But then when Seb, who you knew had a girlfriend he loved to death, had started to flirt with you too, you started doubting the whole thing.
Without knowing it, Seb’s need to tease his teammate and his friend had ruined most of their efforts. Jenson was known to be a playboy anyway so it was easy to convince yourself that he was just being his usual charming self and that you had overanalyzed every interaction you had with him.
Convincing yourself that Mark was just being friendly was harder because the change in personality was evident. Your colleagues relentlessly teased you about your capacity of turning the intimidating Australian into some sort of lovesick puppy.
Even with how hard he was trying, Jenson could tell you were pulled towards Mark by a force bigger than him. Maybe it was the age difference between him and the Australian that pulled you towards his friend. Mark was in his thirties and despite not having changed on track, the Brit could tell his friend was in another stage of his life than him.
Mark was done with meaningless flings and was looking for something real now. He still liked to party but there was something more serious about him. A steadiness and surety emanated from him. Jenson was well aware that he lacked that in appearance.
He was still enjoying life like there was no tomorrow and despite getting close to thirty, the Brit was still acting as if he was in his early twenties. He just thought life was easier that way. No one expected anything for you if you didn’t give them a reason too and it was the only way Jenson knew to avoid disappointing the people around him. You can’t really fail to meet expectations if the bar is on the floor.
Maybe that was Jenson’s biggest flaw, his deep-rooted fear of disappointment had made him create this wall around him. This persona of Jenson Button, the ladies’ man, professional playboy, slag of the F1 paddock, he had heard it all and basked in it. Sometimes even using it to his advantage to get what he wanted because he was after all just a man with needs and there was only so long he could resist when presented with a good time.
As both of them kept trying to make you fall for them, the months passed and with that the 2009’s season with it. With how well his career was going, Jenson was putting his everything into whatever bond the two of you shared. He swore he could touch everything he ever wanted at the tip of his fingers: his dream of being a world champion and his dream girl, miraculously in the same place.
In a moment of euphoria after he won the championship, Jenson had asked you to come to the afterparty to celebrate with him and all the drivers. You had planned to go out to celebrate your well-deserved break anyway so you agreed, thinking he’d be too busy to notice if you ever decided to show up or not.
Seb was the first one to notice you in the packed club, smiling at you before nudging his teammate who smiled at you fondly, the alcohol letting him show his emotions more freely. You watched as he closed the distance between you, navigating between the mass of drunk people with ease before stopping in front of you with the same drunken smile.
-“ Hey Mark”
-“ Nobody told me you’d be coming, if I had known I’d have drank less.” Mark apologised
-“ Why, scared you’ll share your deepest secrets with me ?”
-“ I have nothing to hide from you, I just want to be sure I remember every moment spent with you.” he smiled fondly
-“ That’s very sweet but don’t worry about the alcohol, I plan on drinking as well so I’ll catch up with you soon enough.” you laughed
-“ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk. I wonder what kind of person you are then…”
-“ What do you think I am ?”
-“ You don’t strike me as an emotional or loud drunk. I’m hoping you’re either a flirty drunk or a very honest one.”
-“ Oh yeah ? Why is that ?” you asked, trying not to let a smirk creep on your face
-“ Because then I can ask you if you like me back and either you’ll flirt back or you’ll tell me the truth and I’ll know for sure how you feel about me.”
-“ So you really like me ?”
-“ I thought I made it obvious sweetheart but yes, I like you y/n.” Mark said, the pet name rolling off his tongue naturally
-“ Ok ok, just making sure.”
-“ So you’re not going to tell me if you like me back or not ?”
-“ I think you’ll have to wait until I’m a little drunk to get that answer, Mark.” you teased him
-“ Then can I go buy you a drink ?”
-“ If you insist, I’ll have a rum and coke please.” you said moving towards the bar to accompany him
-“ Go to the VIP area, I’ll bring the drink to you once you’re sitting down.” Mark smiled, motioning to the corner of the club you had seen him before he made his way to you
You nodded watching as his tall figure disappeared in the sea of people. You could still feel how warm your cheeks were from indulging in his game but you didn’t regret it. You felt good, the season was over and all you wanted to do was relax and enjoy yourself.
You started to try and navigate the crowd to reach where you were supposed to wait for Mark but before you could make any real progress, a very drunk Jenson arrived right in front of you.
-“ Y/n ! You really came ?” Jenson happily slurred, pulling you into a hug
-“ Of course, I did. Congratulations on your win Jenson. It’s well deserved.” you said with your head resting on his shoulder
-“ Thank you, love. I’m really glad you’re here.” he muttered before stepping away from the hug
-“ It’s not like we see each other at every race, you know ?” you teased him
-“ It’s not the same. I can’t really be the way I want with you because of work…”
-“ And what way is that, Mister World Champion ?”
-“ I can’t ask you out properly at work, this is the first time I did.”
-“ You were asking me out ?”
-“ Of course I was. You’re gorgeous, funny, incredibly intelligent and you drive me up the wall. What’s there not to like ?”
-“ Jenson. You flirt with everyone, how am I supposed to believe you really like me ?” you deadpanned
-“ I don’t flirt with anyone like I flirt with you, love. I don’t want to be with anyone like I want to be with you. I thought I had made it pretty obvious but I’ll do better”
-“ What do you mea–” you try to answer
Before you could finish your sentence, Jenson cupped your face with his hands and crashed his lips on yours. Taken aback at first, you stayed frozen not expecting the kiss. Once you fully realised what was happening, your lips moved on their own, returning it.
Jenson’s lip tasted like champagne and what could only be described as pure victory. You could feel him smile when he felt your hand sneaking on the back of his neck. The kiss was tame at first until Jenson playfully bit your lower lip, giving him access to your mouth. From there the kiss turned heated and it was a clash of teeth and tongue. Jenson’s hands snuck around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
When you finally separated from each other to breathe, Jenson looked like he had won the greatest prize of all. You tried to keep staring at him but his hungry eyes made you blush and you looked elsewhere, bringing your fingertips to your mouth, still not sure the kiss had really happened.
When you looked back at him, Jenson seemed like he wanted to say something but it was his turn to get stopped. This time it was by Alonso who wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulder before shoving a glass in his hands, unaware of the moment he had just ruined.
Jenson thanked his Spanish friend before turning his attention back on you but Mark was back next to you. You offered a small smile to the Brit as Mark led you to the VIP corner, his hand proudly resting on the small of your back. All Jenson could do was stare longingly at the pair of you as you slowly disappeared in the crowd, leaving him still troubled by the passionate moment you had just shared.
Part of him wanted to follow the two of you so that you and Mark weren’t alone but he hoped that the kiss would have been enough to convince you to choose him. He had made his affection clear so now all he could do was wait for you to come to him. Plus, it was his party, it would be a shame not to enjoy himself so he downed the glass Alonso had given him before following the Spaniard on the packed dance floor.
The night kept going and after drinking what Mark bought you, you decided to go dancing a little with Hanna who had joined Seb for the last race of the season. The two of you danced until your feet hurt because of the heels you were both wearing so when the pain became unbearable, you went back to the VIP area to sit down for a bit.
Jenson was still nowhere to be seen so you sat between Mark and Seb while Hanna sat between her boyfriend and Kimi. At first the boys were too deep into their conversations to pay attention to you but soon enough Mark looked at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder with his playfully.
-“ You looked good out there.”
-“ Did I ? I didn’t realise you were looking at me.”
-“ I mean you always look good but this dress looks insane on you sweetheart. It’s hard not to stare when you’re looking this pretty. ” Mark winked
-“ You don’t look so bad yourself. Your shirt suits you. It’s nice to see you in something other than your racing suit although fireproofs look crazy good with your body.” you blurted, the alcohol letting you say whatever came to your mind
-“ You’re definitely drunk.”
-“ What gave it away, Sherlock Holmes ?”
-“ You never complimented me when you were sober.”
-“ I did ! I told you you had made a nice move on Seb in Spa.”
-“ Sweetheart, I’m not talking about racing compliments.”
-“ Oh… Well you always look good in whatever you’re wearing so there’s a compliment.”
-“ Do you know what else I’d look good in ?”
-“ Tell me.”
-“ I’ve been told I look pretty good wearing nothing at all.” Mark teased, bringing his face closer to yours
-“ Mark ! There’s people around, don’t tease.” you whisper-shouted as you blushed, his face even closer now
-“ Can I kiss you ?”
As soon as you nodded, Mark’s hand raised your chin and he delicately pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was nothing like the one you had shared with Jenson. For starters, Mark’s lips didn’t really taste of anything other than just Mark. That wasn’t a bad thing, it was just different. Mark was also a lot less aggressive when he kissed. While you and Jenson had been battling each other for dominance in your kiss, Mark was more than happy to slowly and languidly kiss you, following whatever lead you took.
His other hand was resting on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly with his thumb while yours were tangled in his hair. This didn’t feel like making out. You were just kissing because you wanted to. With Jenson it had felt like you needed to kiss in order for your heart to beat, in order to stay alive.
With Mark, kissing him felt like being in the eye of the hurricane. You knew everything around was chaos but the kiss gave you a little breathing room. It gave you a temporary shelter to whatever was unfolding around you.
When you pulled away from the kiss to breathe, Mark’s thumb was stroking your cheek. He pecked your lips before sliding closer to you on the couch you were sitting on. Now that the moment was pretty much over, Seb slapped a hand on Mark’s thighs to congratulate him for finally making a move on you.
-“ He’s been pining for you for so long, it was starting to get a little sad.” Seb joked
-“ It wasn’t sad Seb, shut up. I just know what I want, that's all.”
-“ Are you going to tell Jense about it or should I break the news to him ?”
-“ I’ll do it, just not tonight. It’s his night, let’s not ruin it.”
-“ Oh my God ! Jenson !” you muttered, making all the heads snap back towards you
-“ What is it sweetheart ?”
-“ It’s actually a funny story but hum Jenson, well I did too I suppose so, Jenson and I kissed a few hours ago.” you admitted, scared of how Mark was going to react
-“ Oh, Jenson gets a little touch deprived when he’s drunk. He’d kiss anyone he can..” Mark reassured you
-“ Earlier this year he even tried to kiss me.” Seb remembered with a laugh
-“ So don’t worry about it. Chances are, he won’t even remember it tomorrow. That’s usually what happens when he kisses someone at random without feelings.” Mark affirmed, trying to be convincing enough for you to forget about it
You were too focused on Mark to notice the look exchanged between the two other drivers. Seb looked uncomfortable at the statement and asked Hanna if she wanted to dance, using the excuse to leave. Kimi was glaring at Mark menacingly. It’s not like it was his business or that he cared but even he knew that Jenson’s feelings about you were genuine. So in his book, Mark’s comment wasn’t one of a good friend but a very manipulative one which he didn’t really like so he just stood up and left.
Now left alone again, you and Mark used the opportunity to talk some more, really getting to know one another out of a professional context. Mark was pretty funny and kissing him every once in a while made you feel pretty giddy so your smile never left your face that night.
When you finally decided to go back to your hotel, Mark insisted on walking you back which you accepted. You had wanted to say goodnight to Jenson but when your eyes fell on the Brit, he was hugging someone with long hair rather closely so you let Mark drag you away toward the exit.
If only you had stayed a second later, you’d have realised that the person hugging Jenson was none other than Fernando who was trying his best to hold his drunk friend up while Jenson’s body wanted nothing more than to touch the floor and lay there forever.
Now convinced that Jenson wasn’t serious about you, you invited Mark back into your room without remorse. If Jenson could have fun, so could you. This night turned into regular meetings at your hotel every race until Mark properly took you on a date and asked you out. Since the two of you had fun together and liked each other, you agreed to date him but kept your relationship private.
After his night of partying, Jenson remembered the kiss very clearly and he knew you had been sober so he came to the conclusion you hadn't enjoyed the kiss as much as he had. Or maybe you simply didn’t like him back. With that in mind, Jenson slowed down on the flirting during your interviews, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
Little did he know that by doing that, he was just convincing you that he didn’t like you like that and had just acted because of the alcohol. This whole situation just pushed you further into Mark’s arms and when you were finally ready, you made your relationship public.
Seeing you and Mark kiss for the first time was like a punch in the gut for Jenson. He had known there had been a chance of losing you to Mark but up until then, he was convinced neither of them managed to seduce you. Knowing that he no longer had a chance with you broke his heart but like the good friend he was, the Brit congratulated the both of you and only expressed how happy he was for you.
He wanted you to be happy more than anything. It was just a shame you had found happiness in Mark’s arms instead of his but he’d live with that as long as the smile on your face stayed there.
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Oneshot 1: Tickle Fight (Jinx x male!reader)
(A/N: I write headcanons, oneshots, smut, fluff, etc for Arcane characters. But mostly for Jinx. Just put up a request and I'll write it.)
Warnings: nothing, just plot
Characters: Jinx x male reader
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"Jinx, baby, I'm back!" Walking into the cave, you shouted your entrance. Having just returned with a takeout from Jericho's shop, you expected to hear loud music or the sound of Jinx crafting something. Or both. But instead, you were greeted with silence.
You hummed playfully. Moments like this weren't rare, but they were always fun. Things being quiet in your shared "room" with no sound always only meant one thing, Jinx wanted to play. Placing the food somewhere else, you walked in with a small smile :"Jinxie~? Babe, where are you~?
Gotcha!" You said, trying to catch her by surprise as you looked at a hiding spot. But to no avail. She wasn't there. The bluenette was quite sneaky and good at hiding when she wanted to. As you looked around, you didn't notice the pair of blue eyes mischievously stalking you.
"Gotcha!" You only did when it was too late. Jinx bounced on you from behind, causing you to stumble and fall with her on your back. "Jinx!" You laughed, looking back as she laughed a playful evil laughter, even though it was just adorable :"Mwahaha! You've been hunted, my love! And it's time for you to get eaten!"
As her mouth latched onto your neck, she nibbled playfully, causing you to burst into laughter at the tickling sensation :"Nom nom! You don't taste bad for dinner at all! Maybe I should add some seasoning to make you taste even better!"
Her teeth scraped against your neck. But she was careful enough for it to not cause any discomfort. Just feel ticklish enough to make you laugh. Laugh that laughter that sounded like music to her ears.
"Jinx! Hahaha J-Jinx, stohohohop! Pleahehehese, baby!" You squealed between laughter, hands locked and pinned down by her like the rest of your body as she continued her assault on your neck :"Nohohoho, Jihihihihinx, please!"
But she didn't listen. At least not until a bit later where she had you panting and giggling on the ground. Body weak and limp on the ground, she laid on top of you. A happy and loving smile on her face as she looked at your flushed face, her long blue braids falling on your sides :"I love you." She said happily :"Love you so, so, sooo much!"
You looked up at her, smiling fondly at her. A mischievous light appearing in your teared up eyes, caused by the loving tickles :"I love you too. I love you more." Causing her to glare playfully :"Oh, no, no, no, no, we're not having this argument again. I love you more!"
"Nope, I love you more."
"I said, I love you more!"
"Nope, me more."
"No, me love you more!"
"Nuh uh, me more."
"No, me love thou more!"
"No, me."
"Me more!"
"Nope, me."
"Me!"
"Me."
"Me!"
"You."
"No, you!"
"Sure, I mean it's the truth."
"Wait, shit!" She cursed, realizing her mistake. Pouting down at you, she gently pinched your cheek :"That's not fair! You cheated." Causing you to snicker smugly :"Not my problem I'm smart." But her evil smile stopped you :"We'll see about that, smartass!
And with that, her vicious fingers descended onto your sides. Mercilessly tickling you as your laughter started once again. But this time, even harder with how her cruel fingers moved as she laughed evilly :"You think you're so smart, huh?! Who's the smart one now! Who loves who more, huh?! You better answer correctly if you want this to stop, sweet cheeks!"
"Nohohoho! I lohahahahave you mohohohore!" You laughed, causing Jinx to laugh too :"Then I guess you don't want this to stop! Say it! Say it right now if you don't want me to tickle you!" As tears formed in your eyes, falling down gently, your laughter barely let you disagree. Seeing the chance, you quickly grabbed her braid beside you. Pulling and making her squeal in shock as you pinned her down, still giggling :"Y-you hehehe... you like tickling so much? Then let's see how much you like getting tickled!"
"Noooohohoho!" Her laughter immediately echoed around the room, trying to fight back as your skilled fingers danced around her exposed stomach :"Stohohohop! Baby, pleahehehese!" She tried to grab your hands, but you quickly grabbed her wrists with one hand instead. Pinning them above her head, your free hand continued its assault as your mouth joined. Blowing raspberries on her stomach, you enjoyed her beautiful laughter :"Babyhehehehe! Stohohohop!"
"Only if you admit it!" You laughed evilly, going even rougher and making her scream in laughter :"Neveheheher!" Causing you to laugh in playful sadism :"Then I guess you don't want this to stop!" But she wasn't willing to admit defeat. If she was going to back down from any arguments, this one wasn't one of them.
In the end, you stopped tickling her without obtaining victory. As you both laughed at each other, you smiled :"Fine, we both love each other more. How about that?" With a look of thoughtfulness, she finally smiled :"Alright, fine. I'll settle with that for now. But next time, I'm definitely making you admit that I love you more!"
Causing you to chuckle in amusement :"Fine, fine." When you let her go, her hands immediately circled you before pulling you into a tight, loving hug. And then flipping you over to lay straight on your chest. Smiling lovingly with her feet behind her dancing in the air, she kissed your lips :"I love you." Making you smile and kiss her back :"I love you too, baby. Very, very much.”
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All I Want for Christmas Is You
Chapter 6 of 6 - Bells are Ringing
AO3 link
CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6
Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy, light bondage
Word Count: 7.4k
Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.
A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).
Chapter Summary: Beyond excited at the prospect of marrying your one true love, you arrange a small wedding in record time. In less than a week's time, you’ve got your special day planned and set for New Year's Eve.
(includes a nice blend of sugar and spice)
AN: Brand new chapter for this holiday season!!!
Beyond excited at the prospect of marrying your one true love, you arrange a small wedding in record time. In less than a week's time, you’ve got your special day planned and set for New Year's Eve. It helps that the only guests invited are Sevika’s- and by extension your- friends. Silco and all his crazy crew.
Turns out your impatience paid off for more than just you. You learn Sevika is actually quite a mess of nerves when it comes to these things. In those few days leading up to your big day, she’s either pacing your home muttering things to herself or smoking cigarillo after cigarillo at your tiny kitchen table and nervously tapping her foot nonstop.
When the day arrives though, it couldn’t be any closer to perfect. There’s a lovely dusting of snow covering the ground, trees, and buildings. The sun shines brightly above, making everything sparkle like something from a lovely snow globe. It’s chilly, but without a single breeze, it’s actually comfortable.
You sit in the small dressing room connected to the reception hall, donning just a white corset bra and short slip as Ran works on your hair and makeup. You’re rather surprised at how skilled they are, not only in application and technique, but also in selecting such a beautiful mix of silver and white accents. Ran even dons a lovely silver suit, and subtle streaks of sparkling silver in their choppy black hair.
Just as Ran finishes up your lipstick, you hear the door fly open.
“Here’s your dress lady!” Jinx hollers as she comes bounding over to the two of you, slinging your wedding dress around like a ragdoll.
She knows your name, but insists on calling you ‘lady’. Likely something to do with her dislike of Sevika and thus you by relation. You take no offense to it, honestly finding it rather entertaining. How your forty-year-old fiance managed to have beef with a teenager is something you’ve yet to learn, but it amuses you nonetheless.
“Thanks Jinx,” you reply with a smile, “You can just hang it up right there.” You nod towards a small rack behind a privacy screen.
She all but throws it onto the rack before clomping over to inspect Ran’s work. As she leans down, well into your personal bubble, you try not to laugh at her scrunched up face while she scrutinizes your makeup. She too is all dolled up with silver and white. Although it’s obvious she did her own work considering it looks as though she’d simply locked herself in a closet and set off one of her bombs, but full of silver and white glitter.
“Nice job Ran,” she finally exclaims before straightening back up with a dramatic swing of her blue braids. “She looks halfway decent.” Her bright eyes look down at your figure before meeting your eyes. “Lady, I really don’t know what you see in Sevika. You should marry Ran. Ran’s single.”
You nearly choke at that last comment, eyes growing wide.
Ran appears considerably less shocked, their dark lips curling into a crooked grin.
“Well, Jinx, I see a lot in Sevika–”
“Also I thought white dresses were only for virgins.”
Now Ran bursts into snorts and barely contained giggles.
You narrow your eyes at the mischievous blue-haired girl.
“What?” she exclaims, then dramatically rolls her eyes and head. “Everyone knows you two did the dirty deed in Silco’s pantry at the Christmas party.” She accents those words with a circle of thumb and pointer finger on one hand, sticking the pointer finger of the other hand repeatedly in and out of the circle.
Ran’s thoroughly enjoying themselves now, and you can’t decide whether you should laugh at Jinx’s crude and ridiculous gesture, or be embarrassed by the fact that more than just Silco knew what you and Sevika had done.
“Speaking of that lumbering oaf, I’m gonna go see how Silco is fairing with his attempt to make her less ugly,” Jinx states before promptly spinning on her heel and skipping towards the door to an adjacent room.
You turn back to Ran, who is just finally recovering from the hilarity of that scene. “I really don’t know what to make of that girl,” you admit, “She’s funny, but obviously blind. Sevika is literally the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”
Ran shrugs before starting to pack up all their supplies.
You make your way to the floor-length mirror behind the privacy screen to admire your hair and makeup. Ran had really outdone themselves. All that was left was to slip into your wedding dress. A quick glance to the clock says you have less than twenty minutes before the ceremony starts. You wonder how Sevika is fairing. You hadn’t seen her since breakfast that morning, and she had been a disaster of fried nerves.
You hear the door to her dressing room fly open suddenly, followed by the cackling of Jinx as she prances back in.
“What’s so funny?” you ask suspiciously as you step back out from the screen.
“Sevika is freaking out!” she cackles.
Oh no.
Brows knitted in worry, you rush past Jinx and towards the door.
“Hey! Isn’t it bad luck for her to see you before the wedding?” Jinx calls out.
“I don’t care. She needs me. Besides, I’m not in my dress yet.”
The moment you step into the room, you realize just how bad it is. Sevika is sitting, or at least she’s in a chair, but bouncing her legs so erratically it looks like she’s got bugs. She’s facing Silco as he works on applying her makeup. Or at least trying to.
Before you can even say anything, Sevika’s wild eyes are on you and she’s leaping from her chair, ignoring the fact that the eyeliner Silco was in the process of applying has now left a black streak clear down the side of her cheek.
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I’ve just been trying to apply your makeup for the past hour,” Silco drawls with a dramatic throw of his hands.
“Babygirl!” Sevika exclaims, her stormy gray eyes taking in your state of undress, “Are you okay?”
She too is not fully dressed, donning only a pair of white boxer briefs and a white wife pleaser.
Silco turns in his seat to peer over his shoulder at you, rolling his good eye before capping the liner and tossing it into the pile of cosmetics.
Sevika steps around Silco to get a closer look at you. Her brows are knitted in worry and sweat beads along her hairline. She really was freaking out.
“I’m okay,” you assure her, taking her human hand into yours and rubbing it soothingly. “But it looks like you aren’t. What’s wrong?”
“I’m fi-” Sevika pauses, her eyes growing wide. “Where are the rings?!”
She spins around, searching the small room in a frenzy. You have honestly never seen your fiance so frazzled in all your time with her. She was usually so level-headed, or at worst furious, though never with you. She was quite literally a hot mess.
“Sevika, they should be in your jacket pocket. Remember, we put them in there this morning so you wouldn’t lose them.” You pick up her jacket from where it hangs over the back of a chair, pulling out the two boxes from the inside pocket. “See. They're right here. No need to worry.”
Sevika spins around and you can literally see the relief wash over her face. After you slip them back into the pocket and lay the jacket back down you take her hand again and pull her close. You smile up at her softly. Using the side of your thumb, you wipe away the bead of sweat at her temple. “Everything is going to be just fine,” you assure her. She doesn’t appear to believe that, her brows still tightly knitted in worry. So you take her human hand and sneak it under the back of your slip so she can feel the skin of your bare ass. The corner of her mouth twitches as she takes a handful and squeezes.
So close.
You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down for a sweet kiss. Or at least you intended it to be. The moment she pulls your body flush to hers, she seems to relax. Her tongue prods at your lips, which you happily grant entrance. She swirls her tongue around yours, both of you moaning softly.
Silco intentionally clears his throat, but neither of you pay him any mind. You’re not about to stop kissing your fiance when you can literally feel her worries melting away, taken over by lust.
Her metal hand joins her flesh hand beneath your slip, grabbing a handful of your other asscheek and gently kneading it. She slots her knee between your legs and uses her grip on your ass to drag you up along her thigh. The long, deep moan you release echoes in the tiny room when she finally breaks the kiss to catch her breath.
The two of you stare into each other’s hooded eyes, aching, needy, and oblivious to everything else around you. Specifically Silco.
“I want to fuck you right here. Right now ,” Sevika husks, emphasizing that last word by dragging your aching cunt up along her thigh again.
“Sevika,” you whine, recalling you two have only a little time left before you need to be out and ready for the ceremony. But Janna, do you want her right now.
“No. Really, don’t mind me. I rather enjoy a free show,” Silco drawls sarcastically from his seat.
“Sevika, we have to get ready,” you say softly.
She stares down at you for a moment, lips parted as she contemplates. You know she’s fighting between admitting you’re right, the logic, and wanting to fuck you silly against the door, the instinct.
“If the two of you wish to be at your own wedding- on time- I suggest you save your escapades for tonight,” Silco drawls.
Sevika releases a long sigh.
He’s right.
You’re right.
She releases her hold on you and steps back.
Though she looks just as hot as she did moments ago, new beads of sweat glistening against her dark skin, she at least doesn’t appear to be the least bit worried. But, just to make sure, you grab the small flask of whiskey you had snuck into the other pocket of her jacket and pass it to her.
“Drink. I need you to relax and enjoy our big day.” Realizing her eyes are not on your face, you follow their stare to find she’s focused on your breasts, which are pushed up and out thanks to your ridiculously tight corset-style bra. You smirk up at her. “Why don’t you give each one a kiss for good luck.”
Silco groans loudly.
Sevika’s lips curl into a smirk and she bends down to not only give each breast a soft kiss, but also to make an attempt at sucking a bruise into the supple flesh.
“Sevika!” you chastise, “You can’t mark them. People are going to see it!”
“That’s the point,” Sevika mumbles against your skin before licking a long stripe from one breast to the other. As she straightens back up, she flashes you one of her lopsided grins, knowing damn well she was pushing your buttons and getting you worked up.
With a roll of your eyes, you stretch up to kiss her cheek. “Save the bad behavior for tonight,” you tell her before heading back to your dressing room.
Great.
Now you’re horny and hot as hell, and you’ve got to get into your dress and somehow manage to look and act normal as you walk down the aisle towards the woman who got you so hot and heavy in the first place.
Though you managed to finish getting ready with plenty of time to spare, you can’t help but worry about Sevika.
You stand beside Ran, arm linked with theirs, as you wait for your time to walk down the aisle. The aisle is a long, white length of silk that runs down the sidewalk that leads from the sliding glass door you stand before, clear up to a beautiful gazebo. The gazebo is dressed in lovely drapes of white and silver silks, flowers, and a sprinkling of lovely green sprigs. The snow is lightly falling, creating the perfect winter scene, just as you’d always imagined it. And the icing on the cake; you can see your gorgeous fiance standing under the gazebo, dressed in a beautiful white suit, perfectly tailored to her muscular and curvy build. Her silver tie sparkles just as brightly as the snow surrounding the area, as does the lovely white snowflake pin that holds her silky ebony strands back in its typical half-ponytail. She looks absolutely stunning.
Silco stands back and off to the side, dressed in a silver suit similar to Ran’s, acting as both best man and the one to give Sevika away. Even from this distance, you can see the small smirk on his face as he watches Sevika. It honestly warms your heart how damn cute this is.
You take a deep breath, and slowly release it through your nose. Nerves tingle and burn beneath your skin, but you wear the most enthusiastic smile. It’s a wild mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling up with each passing second.
Ran taps you on your arm and you turn to find them giving you an encouraging grin. “Ready?”
You take one more breath, then nod.
Ran opens the glass door, arm still linked with yours, and guides you out as the music plays.
The guests, only a couple dozen or so, all turn from their seats in the chairs along the front of the gazebo to watch. It’s almost comical, seeing all of Silco’s crazy crew all dressed up in fancy suits and dresses, all full of bright smiles as you walk down the aisle. Some even look close to tears.
But your attention is quickly drawn to your waiting fiance whose eyes are locked on you. Sevika smiles that cute little crooked smile you love so much as she takes in the sight of you in your beautiful white dress and fluffy white shawl. The snow is feather soft as it falls on you and your guests. Though Sevika is sheltered beneath the gazebo, you can see specs of snow just starting to melt into her dark hair.
You’re all smiles and bright eyes as Ran walks you up the stairs leading to the podium where Sevika stands with the officiant. Seeing her up close, you can really see how downright stunning she is. Her white suit fits deliciously snug, accenting every line of muscle, every curve of chest, hip, and waist. The silver tie, snug to her neck, sparkles much like her silver eyes. But what really knocks you out is the way she’s smiling at you. Like you are literally the most beautiful and perfect thing in the world to her. Your heart swells knowing that’s exactly what’s going through her head.
You stand across from her, nodding to Ran as they step aside and towards the back as your maid of honor.
As the officiant addresses the guests, you almost tune him out entirely, too lost in grinning at your wife-to-be, who appears just as lost in you. Your warm breaths mingle, little white clouds swirling and mixing between you. Though the air is chilly, your entire body heats with excitement and adoration.
Sevika looks as if she’s finally lost all those anxious thoughts. You’re not sure if it’s the drink you handed her earlier, or if she’s just too distracted by you to care. Whatever the reason, you’re grateful that she finally looks comfortable. This moment is just as much for her as it is you.
Sevika repeats her vows as if on autopilot, her eyes on you the entire time even as she slips her hand into her pocket to retrieve your ring.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” Her voice is deep and low, as if she only intends for you to hear. As if you’re the only person there.
Your cheeks burn and ache with how hard you smile as she slips the ring on your finger. She must be feeling the same, her smirk so big and wide you can see that adorable little tooth gap of hers.
She hands you her ring from the same pocket and you can hardly contain your glee as you slip it onto her thick finger. “With this ring, I thee wed,” you say softly, voice shaking with excitement and emotion. You feel the familiar prick at the corners of your eyes, so close to bursting into happy tears.
Sevika’s eyes are glued to your lips and her fingers twitch at her sides. She knows what comes next.
“You may seal your union with a kiss.”
The officiant barely finishes his sentence before Sevika’s metal hand is gripping your waist and pulling you against her body. Her human hand slides along the side of your cheek, fingers behind your head guiding your lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
She kisses you like she’s been craving it for years. All tongue and teeth with no regard to the onlookers. Not that they seem to mind as they cheer, clap, and whistle.
You wrap your arms around her neck and attempt to match her fervor only for her to pull you impossibly closer. Her tongue swirls around your own. You’re almost dizzy and out of breath by the time she finally releases you.
She rests her forehead against yours, a dopey smile on her face as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. The condensation from your now much warmer breaths almost clouds your vision.
“Not even death will take you from me,” she whispers.
You beam up at her. You’re not sure how that could be true, but you believe every word she says.
The two of you walk hand in hand down the aisle together as the guests toss the freshly fallen snow at you. You giggle and shield your face against Sevika’s shoulder, clinging to her bicep and trusting her to guide you back to the reception hall.
By the time the two of you manage to get inside, you’re both covered in the white fluffy snow. You do your best to dust it off Sevika’s suit and hair as she does the same to you.
Sevika grabs you by your forearms and pulls you against her. You gasp at the unexpected move, nearly forgetting how to breathe when you meet her fiery gaze. She looks ravenous.
“I want to fuck you,” she husks, her lips a hairsbreadth from yours.
“I- I do too, but-” you start, words failing you when she teases her tongue along your bottom lip.
“But nothing,” she rasps, “Let me take you into that dressing room and fuck you for the first time as my wife.”
Your cheeks burn and your core aches at her words. As tempting as it is- as tempting as she is- you two will be expected out in the reception hall any minute.
“We- we just need to be patient. After the reception, we can start our honeymoon and do it as many times as you want.”
“How long is the reception,” she all but growls in frustration.
You giggle at her impatience. Though you don’t entirely blame her. You’re just as enthused to consummate your marriage.
“A few hours.”
“Fuck,” she curses, shaking her head while it still rests against yours. “Babygirl, I can’t wait that long.”
“You can,” you insist, “I know you can. Just be patient and it will all be worth it.” You pull back from her. She reluctantly releases you from her grasp, her nostrils flaring in sexual frustration. “Just think how much more fun it will be when you can finally release all that pent-up energy.” You reach up on your toes to kiss the tip of her nose before whispering in her ear. “I’ll let you have me however you wish.”
You pull back to examine her face. That soft, sexy smirk is back. Seems you’ve placated her. At least for now.
“Now come on, wife , let’s go entertain our guests,” you say as you link your arm with hers.
The reception goes on without a single problem. With an open bar, you were pretty sure Silco’s crew would be more than content, no matter the circumstances. Most of them mingle amongst each other near the bar after dinner, but several do make it to the dance floor where you and your wife spend a good part of the night.
The first song is specifically for you and Sevika. It’s slow and sweet. Sevika surprises you, remaining well-behaved despite how close she holds your body to hers. Her arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, yours around her neck as the two of you sway back and forth to the slow tempo.
You both wear soft, adoring smiles, gazes locked and turning out everyone else around you. Sevika tilts her head before dipping down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. Your skin warms and tingles at the sweet gesture. Then she brings her mouth to your ear. You expect her to whisper something dirty, but you’re left pleasantly surprised.
“I love you.”
Those three simple words nearly take you out at the knees. When she pulls back to peer down at you, you’re certain you’re going to cry. How did you ever get so lucky to snag such a beast of a woman whose heart she only shares with you? No one else gets to experience this side of her. At least not up close and personal like this.
“I love you too,” you choke out, so damn close to breaking into tears. You rest your head on her strong shoulder, face buried against her neck for the remainder of the song, not trusting yourself to keep it together if you remain looking at her.
Several drinks in and Sevika definitely starts losing that control, quickly shifting from sweet, lovey-dovey to that fiery passion you knew all too well. Not that you’re complaining. Even your inhibitions start to slip away the more you drink and dance.
By the time the DJ calls for you and Sevika to the middle of the dance floor for Sevika to remove your garter, Sevika has lost all restraint.
Sitting on the chair facing your guests, you know you’re in for it with how Sevika eyes you like fresh meat. It’s no surprise when she puts her whole upper body beneath the skirt of your dress. Not at all necessary for the task at hand, but you know she’s got other things on her mind than just retrieving that tiny bit of lace wrapped around your thigh.
You take your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the sounds that threaten to escape as you feel her lips press against the inside of your calf. Your cheeks burn under the scrutiny of so many people. And it only worsens when you feel the press of Sevika’s warm, wet tongue slowly gliding up the inside of your thigh. The one without the garter.
Sensing her final destination, you bring your hand to cover your mouth and hope the audience thinks it’s just to stifle giggles. She reaches your thin lace panties and pauses. Unknowingly, you hold your breath, legs damn near trembling in anticipation. It’s a good thing you have your hand over your mouth. There’s no holding back the wanton mewl she pulls from you as she slides that devilish tongue clear up the center of your slit, moaning as she tastes your arousal through the thin fabric.
You close your thighs around her head, realizing all too late that you’d just sealed your own fate. She takes advantage of her locked position, her mouth pressing against your barely clothed cunt. Another swipe of that thick muscle has your mind reeling and your core clenching.
Just when you think she’s going to do it again, she takes mercy on you and pries your thighs open. She moves to the opposite thigh, her teeth catching on the edge of the lace lining the garter and smoothly pulls it down your leg and off over your heel. She stands, garter still between her teeth, cheshire smile on her smug face. She grins at your flushed face for a moment before turning to the audience to show off her successful retrieval.
Everyone cheers, hoots, and hollers, spurring on that ego of hers. If you weren’t so damn flustered, you would give her a good piece of your mind. Unfortunately, you aren’t even sure you can manage to stand on your wobbly legs.
The remainder of the night doesn’t get any less risque. After several more drinks and dirty, slow-grinding songs, Sevika removes her jacket, rolls up her shirt sleeves, and loosens her tie. She stands behind you, hands on your hips as she grinds against your backside to the beat.
Her mouth moves up along the side of your neck, sucking, licking and nipping at the stretch of delicate skin. You tilt your head to the opposite side, granting her more access as you moan softly, uncaring if any of your guests on the dance floor can hear.
Her lips pause at your ear. “How much longer are we gonna do this, babygirl?” she husks.
You hum and smile as you push your ass further back into her, rubbing it in a motion you know she can really feel.
She growls and nips at your ear. “If we don’t go soon I’ll just drag you to the bathroom and fuck you there.”
You slide your hands down the side of your body until they meet hers where they grip your hips. “Aren’t you the one who always speaks of patience?” You tease. “We’ll be done soon. Couple more songs.” You glance around the room, there’s only a few stragglers over at the bar and a couple on the dance floor. “Almost everyone has left.”
“Well then maybe I’ll fuck you right here then,” she purrs, sliding her flesh hand down to cup your cunt through the layers of your skirt.
“Sevika!” you chastise, but it’s lost to her in the way you moan her name and grind against her hand.
She chuckles, warm breath wafting over your neck and shoulders, and good god you are very tempted to take her up on either of those offers.
You two barely make it to your private little cabin she booked for your honeymoon before she attempts to rip your dress off. You stumble in as she kicks the door shut behind her, her hands ripping at the zipper of your dress. The dress falls into a pool on the floor, quickly forgotten. You’re left in just your corset bra and slip skirt.
“Wait!” you exclaim as she attempts to rip those off as well. “I bought something special for the occasion!”
“So What. I’m just gonna rip off whatever you put on,” she husks and pulls you back towards her by your waist.
“Fine, but at least let me put it on so you can see it once!” you insist. You squirm in her grasp, too tipsy to manage your movements. Not that you would have ever stood a chance against her strength anyway. “It will be real quick. I promise.” When you dodge her mouth reaching for your neck, she finally caves.
“Fine. But make it quick,” she huffs.
You scramble over to your suitcase, nearly toppling over when you bend down to pull the bag out that hides your lingerie. Sevika snorts from her spot leaning against the wall behind you and you shoot her a nasty glare. “You’re a bit drunk too,” you remind her, “You hit your head not only getting into the limo, but also getting out.”
She rolls her eyes before her hungry gaze follows you as you saunter- or more like wobble- towards the bathroom.
You’re grateful for selecting a fairly simple set of lingerie. In your current state there’s no way you would manage anything complicated. After slipping out of your bra and slip with minimal tipping over, you quickly pull on your white, lacy babydoll. You take a quick glance in the mirror, pleased to find the cut of the babydoll perfect. It accents every curve delightfully and reveals just enough skin to tease.
“Thought you said this would be quick!” Sevika grunts from just outside the door.
When you sneak back out the door, you don’t bother hiding the grin painting your face. You know she’s going to like your little outfit, even if she does rip it off you. “Patience, Sev,” you purr.
She pushes herself off the wall and turns to you. You swear you can see her pupils widen the moment her gaze travels up your scantily clad form. That lovely crooked grin of hers appears and you can’t help but giggle at her obvious approval.
“You like it?” you ask sweetly.
She steps closer, that sexy smirk curling higher. “I do.” She slides a finger across the fabric hugging your breasts. “In fact-” She lets that finger glide down the thin fabric between your cleavage and licks her lips. “-I think we’ll keep it on tonight.”
You giggle. “Doubt that.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
You reach up to grab her tie with a playful smile. “I bet you can’t last more than three minutes before you’re ripping this outfit to shreds.” You start to pull her towards you as you slowly back your way to the bed.
Her lips curl into a crooked grin. “Oh you wanna make a bet, babygirl?” Her hands find your hips, eyes locked on yours as you continue to pull her.
You nod.
“I win, you’re mine to do with as I please for the entire night.” Her voice is low and dangerous. As if what she’d do with you would truly be devastating. But you both know, no matter who wins, you’re both going to enjoy it.
“Well if I win, which we both know I will, you’re mine to do with as I please for the entire night,” you counter.
“Deal.”
You take a quick glance at the clock beside the bed. 11:41. She’s got to last until 11:45. Highly unlikely. Your attention returns to her and don’t bother trying to hide your confident smile.
The backs of your knees bump into the mattress and you tug on her tie, pulling her lips to yours. Both of you moan into each other’s mouths, tongues swirling and fighting for dominance. Of course Sevika wins, every part of her overpowers you. Not that you mind.
You continue to pull her along as you sit on the bed and scoot backward. She follows without breaking the kiss, her knees moving along the bed on either side of your thighs. It’s not until your head collapses against the pillows that you finally release her and break the kiss. Lips parted and wet, you both attempt to catch your breath.
Sevika hovers over you, her hands on either side of your shoulders and knees on either side of your hips, eyes half-lidded and burning with lust.
After a moment she finally rises on her knees. She loosens her tie and pulls it over her head. Her grin is lecherous. That should have been your warning, but rather than toss the tie aside as you expect, she scoops your wrists up and wraps the tie around them before securing the other end to the headboard.
Your gasp of surprise is met by a sinister little chuckle. One that has that familiar ache between your thighs pulsing.
She quickly removes her white blouse and tosses it aside before shimmying out of her pants, leaving her in just her white wife pleaser and boxer briefs.
Her mouth crashes into yours again. This time her kiss is wild. Sloppy. But she doesn’t linger there long before she’s making her way down the side of your jaw to your neck. She moves her knees, pressing them between yours and forcing you to spread them open.
You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning as she finds your pulse point and sucks hard. Then she’s moving even lower until her mouth finds your breasts. You desperately want to thread your fingers into her hair as she sucks matching love bruises into the plump flesh of each breast, releasing a frustrated huff and pulling against your restraints. You can feel her lips curl into a devious smile, clearly amused by your distress.
“You’re an ass,” you whisper breathlessly.
“You love it,” she mumbles before licking a long stripe between your cleavage.
As much as you’d like to argue that fact, not only is she right, but your head empties the moment she rocks her hips, dragging herself between your legs.
“Sevika,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rolls through your body.
She chuckles and rocks her hips again.
You can already feel the desire pooling low in your belly. The two of you have been craving each other the entire day. It’s not going to take much to get either of you off. Especially not when she keeps acting so fucking cocky.
One of her hands grope at your breast while the other remains on the mattress. She continues to grind into you, pulling moan after moan from your parted lips. Her fingers slip beneath the cup of your lingerie and attempt to pull it down.
She growls in frustration, the fit of your lingerie apparently a little too good. The rhythm of her hips falters as she diverts her attention to her attempt at removing the offending material. You peer down at her through hooded eyes, a small smile on your face as you witness her struggles.
She mutters something under her breath, most likely a curse, and you barely contain your laughter. It’s only a matter of time before her frustration boils over and she rips your clothes off, just as you said she would.
She glances up at your bound arms, realizing she can’t pull the lingerie off over your head and it’s her own damn fault.
This time you snicker and she flashes you a nasty look. She sits up on her knees, and even though you know what’s coming next, you still release a startled squeal when she reaches down with her clawed metal fingers and tears right through the flimsy lace. She doesn’t stop there either, making short work of your underwear as well.
Now she’s the one chuckling. Not that it matters to you. A quick glance to the clock, 11:43, and you’ve confirmed your victory.
“You lost!” You exclaim, but you’re not prepared to find that smug smile still painting your wife’s face.
“Did I, though?” She taunts, her eyes darting up to your bound hands, then back to your surprised face.
Realization sinks in, but before you can protest, her mouth descends to your breast, teeth clamping down on the hardened peak.
Your sharp gasp dissolves into a soft moan as she soothes the marks she left with a swirl of her tongue. Your eyelids fall closed again. Her lips remain curled in a devious grin while she continues to suck and tease the sensitive nub.
She moves to pay the same attention to your other nipple, alternating between biting, licking, and sucking. All the while you strain against the tie holding your wrists, desperately wanting to touch her. To guide her head lower where your body aches for her the most.
“Sevika, please,” you whine, arching your back when she bites down particularly hard.
“Please what?” she asks.
Your eyes slowly flutter open to find her smirking face now hovering over yours.
“Please touch me.” You know those words won’t be enough for her. They never are. She’s a sadist who loves to make you tell her exactly what you want, just so she can see you flustered. Though you'd be lying if you said that didn’t make your core burn just as much as it did your cheeks.
“I’ve been touching you, sweetheart.” she teases.
“Lower…” your whine trails off into a wanton moan when she intentionally pushes a knee between the apex of your thighs.
“Where?”
“Sevika!”
“Use your words. Tell me where you want me to touch you.” She’s taunting you, but Janna it’s so damn sexy, especially with that husky voice of hers.
You squirm beneath her, trying desperately to rub yourself against her knee, but she quickly pulls it away with a chastising “Tsk”. You’re so damn turned on and needy you can’t help the pathetic sob that rips from your throat.
Finally, you cave.
“Touch my pussy! Please, Sevika!” you beg, cheeks burning.
“That’s my good girl,” she purrs and you keen. She brings her lips to yours in a passionate kiss, stealing your breath away. She slides her calloused fingers slowly down your stomach until two fingers rest just outside your wet folds, her middle finger hovering just above.
She swallows your whimper.
You swallow her evil little chuckle.
She finally takes pity on you and slides her middle finger through your slit. Her tongue swirls around yours, mimicking the motion of her fingertip circling your clit.
You writhe beneath her. The sensations are too teasingly slow and soft. You need more. You need her inside you. When she hears you whimper against her lips, she finally breaks the kiss to peer down at you.
“Sevika,” you gasp, “Stop teasing!”
“Hmm,” she hums, “You want my fingers inside that pretty little cunt?” That damn cocky smirk still paints her face and it makes the knot low in your belly pull tighter.
You nod your head frantically.
“You sure it’s ready?”
Another nod.
“I don’t know, babygirl. I don’t want to hurt you if you’re not ready.” She runs the tip of her finger through your entrance again, collecting your juices before returning to tease the bundle of nerves above.
Even in the haze of your arousal, you’re aware that she knows damn well you are more than ready. You can feel the wetness leaking down the insides of your thighs. And you know she feels it too. She’s toying with you. Trying to get you even more riled up than you already are.
“I’m ready!” You try to give her a stern look, but it falls short when she slides two fingers through your folds.
She hums again, “You are pretty wet.”
You say nothing, just stare up at her with pleading eyes. Janna, she’s so fucking sexy you’re certain the moment she finally does give you what you need you’re going to lose it almost instantly.
Just when you think she’s finally caving, she drags that blissful torture on even longer, deliberately sinking her middle finger ever so slowly inside you. Simultaneous groans fill the room. For as many times as she’s used those fingers, you’ll never get used to how sinfully thick they are. How you can feel each knuckle and each callous drag along your walls. Likewise, she never gets enough of how deliciously tight and wet you are.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” she groans, her warm breath wafting over your lips as she lowers her head. “Such a tight, wet pussy.”
A wave of pleasant warmth rushes over your lower half, followed by an ache that makes you crave more.
“And it’s all mine, isn’t it?” she husks.
Words fail you as she slides the last remaining length of her finger inside you and trails the tip of her tongue across your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter shut.
“Is this pussy mine?” she asks as she begins slowly sliding her finger in and out.
You swallow thickly and try to answer, but you’re too drunk on pleasure.
“Answer me or I stop,” she growls before nipping at your bottom lip.
You yelp, more startled than hurt.
“I- I-” you struggle to form words while she relentlessly distracts and teases you, running her tongue along the little indents she left on your lip. “Yes, it’s yours. All yours.”
“That’s right,” she husks, her lips grazing yours before she seals them with another quick kiss.
She starts fucking you with a slow, steady pace, rocking her hips with the motion as if she was strapping you. You rock your hips along with her, teeth catching your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your moans. But she’s not having that.
She slips another finger inside, increasing her pace until you’re unable to keep your mouth in check. Moan after moan spills from your parted lips as she fucks you in earnest. Your hips rock with hers in time with her fingers thrusting. The bed shakes, headboard rattling against the wall. Neither of you notice, too high on the sounds and sensations the other is providing.
You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, the knot in your belly burning and drawn tight. The rocking of your hips falters until you finally give up and let her take complete control.
She gladly takes over, speeding up even more, curling her fingers so with every withdrawal she’s hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.
“That feels so good,” you mewl.
“Yea? You like that?” she huffs, her breaths just as ragged as yours.
“Janna, yes!” You fight against your restraints, desperate to touch your wife.
“You’re close aren’t you?” she grunts against the side of your neck.
“Yes!”
Those fingers are thrusting inside your sopping wet cunt so hard now the room is filling with debauched squelching sounds.
Your body tenses, every muscle pulled taut. You’re so close.
“Cum for me,” she growls before sinking her teeth into your neck.
All the sexual tension that had been building that day finally releases in a tidal wave of pleasure. Blinding light flashes behind your closed eyes. A string of nonsensical words spill from your mouth. Your walls clench and spasm around her fingers, pushing your release out in a gush that drenches her hand.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. Let it all out. Such a good girl for me,” Sevika groans into your ear, her fingers pumping into you while you ride out that blissful high.
When your body starts to twitch beneath her, overstimulation setting in at the end of your high, she slows her pace before finally pulling out completely.
You’re startled from your post-orgasmic bliss when you suddenly hear fireworks somewhere in the distance. You turn to glance out the large glass door to see the bright colors lighting up the night sky, then you see the time. 12:00. New Years.
Unbelievable.
You turn back to your wife with a smile as large as you can manage in your fucked out state.
Resting on her forearms and knees, Sevika peers down at you adoringly, her lips pulled into a satisfied grin. Both of you pant, equally out of breath.
All you can manage to think at that moment is how damn lucky you are to have such a wonderful wife. Not just because she’s indescribably good in bed, but also because she’s so fucking sweet. She rented this cute little private cabin for the two of you to spend your honeymoon. Prepacked said cabin with goodies and firewood for the fireplace. She even perfectly time your special moment with the fucking fireworks!
She reaches above you to remove the tie from the headboard and your wrists, and you immediately pull her down for a sweet kiss.
When you release her, she pulls back just far enough to touch the tip of her nose to yours.
You suppose you can forgive her for reneging on your bet. Kinda hard to complain when she fucked you so good AND timed it with the New Year.
“Happy New Year, wife,” you whisper.
She smiles down at you lovingly. “Happy New Year, my perfect wife.”
#arcane#sevika#arcane sevika#sevika x reader#arcane sevika x reader#fanfic#honey writes#BONUS CHAPTER FOR THIS HOLIDAY SEASON! 😁#Plans got all jacked up so posting earlier than I originally intended
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Arcane Fanfic Scenarios
Fic scenarios that will probs never get written but are fun to imagine:
Bobby Pins and Angel Wings: Five times Jinx and Ekko nearly kissed - and the one time they did. Bittersweet snippets of childhood games and cozy rooftop chats, told in flashback form. All interwoven with Jinx and Ekko going all-out during a shoot-out in the present day.
Category: Angst, Fluff, Violence.
Ships: Jinx x Ekko
Some Like it Hot: Crack oneshot. Silco makes a guest appearance on Hot Ones and dishes out the complexities of revolution and the struggles of running the drug trade and being a single father - all while absolutely devouring the ghost peppers.
Y'all. This is Zaun. You expect them not to have spicy food?
Ends with Sean Evans going utterly non-verbal after trying one of Zaun's own homebrewed concoctions... while Silco chugs a glass of yogurt and smiles slyly for the cameras.
And then gets the hiccups<3
Category: Crack, Humor, Politics.
Ships: Zaun x Spicy cuisine.
Arcane Meets Isekai: Character-x-Reader themed Choose Your Own Adventure where reader is flung into the chaotic and magical world of Runeterra, and ends up simultaneously stealing the hearts of a shyly brilliant scientist (Viktor) and a ruthless Undercity revolutionary (Silco). Shenanigans ensue. Multiple endings and wild scenarios. Heimerdinger's poro was hurt in the making of this story - and will be hurt again.
Category: Angst, Fluff, Crack, Smut.
Ships: Primarily Viktor x Reader and Silco x Reader. But there can be so much more.
Empires Rise and Fall: Silco and Mel and up brokering a marriage pact to keep their cities united. It's an unexpected match made in Heaven - with a dash of Hell. Also a warlord mother-in-law who refuses to keep her nose out of the marital chamber. And a step-daughter creeping like a golem in the rafters...
Drabbles of the angsty, fluffy, smutty and political variety. Plus a honeymoon in Noxus. Complete with near abductions and survived assassination attempts.
"Mawwiage. That bwessed awwangement. That dweam within a dweam..."
Category: Angst, Smut, Fluff.
Ships: Silco x Mel, Silco x Power, Mel x Politics.
Through a Glass Darkly: Extremely dark fic. Silco's life post-drowning. Details everything from his recovery, to his rise as a kingpin-on-the-make, to the development of Shimmer, to his alliance with Singed, and his plans for payback. All while he watches Vander from afar with his new family, and plots to destroy both.
Also features plenty of near run-ins with baby Powder - and a sense of fated inevitability.
The shark was always lying in wait.
Unbeknownst to him, so was fatherhood.
Category: Angst, Gore.
Ships: Silco x Vander
Snakes and Ladders: A retelling of Forward but Never Forget/XOXO from Mel's PoV. Plenty of MelJay cuteness, flashbacks of her life as a Noxian heiress, the grim legacy of Ambessa's lessons, her childhood games with Kino, and a darkly decadent slice of Mel × Silco, as her elusive arch-ally lures her deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of snakes and ladders that is Zaun...
Category: Angst, Smut, Fluff.
Ships: Mel x Jayce, Mel x Silco.
Redux: Multichapter monstrosity. A time travel AU where Jinx, twenty seven years old, is embroiled in an ongoing battle with Piltover - and with her sister Vi. Tired, disillusioned, and with only her ghosts for company, she reminisces bittersweetly about her girlhood days with Silco. Then she breaks into Ekko's workshop and steals his infamous watch, ready to tamper with it and go back all the way to the beginning, before the Day of Ash.
This time she'll make sure they all live: her parents, Vander, Vi, Silco, Ekko, Benzo, Mylo and Claggor.
Safe together.
Long story short: she miscalculates and ends up at the midway point before Vander drowns Silco in the Pilt. Now Jinx has to keep her wits and hide her secrets, as she struggles to survive in a much deadlier and more volatile Zaun. All while she ingratiates herself into their revolutionary circle, and attempts to heal the rift between its two leaders, before it can widen further.
Easier said than done when both men begin taking an interest in Jinx for their own mercenary agenda. And by the end, will slit each others' throats to see said agenda fulfilled.
Dammit.
Where is that Boy Savior when you need him?
Written as a darkly comical fic from Jinx's POV. Back-to-the-Future flavored adventures. Full of booms, oopsie-loopsies, and political commentary.
All our girl wants is to undo the jinx before it jinxes everyone. Instead, she ends up getting baby Powder quite literally 'unalived,' causing heaps of destruction, and accidentally becoming a mentor figure to young Vi. Meanwhile, as Silco's peer rather than his beloved daughter, she can't help but be confronted with glaring flaws in her pedestalized Papa's ideology. All while young Silco, convinced she's either a spy in their midst, or his very own Lady of the Lake sent to illuminate the rightness of Zaun's path, finds his extremist tendencies widening by a mile. Much like Vander's violent streak and his determination to nip Silco's plans in the bud...
A fix-it fic gone off the rails. Don't time travel, folks.
Oh, and there's a sweet Timebomb twist by the end<3
Category: Angst, Horror, Fluff, Comedy, Mood Whiplash Galore.
Ships: Ekko x Jinx, Silco x Vander, Silco x Revolution, Jinx x Chaos.
#arcane#arcane league of legends#arcane silco#silco#forward but never forget/xoxo#forward (never forget)/xoxo#arcane jinx#jinx#arcane vi#vi#arcane ekko#ekko#jinx x ekko#timebomb#arcane vander#vander#silco x vander#vanco#zaundads#sevika#arcane sevika#arcane mel#mel medarda#silco x mel#melco
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Requests please besties, I have horrible writers block and haven't updated in a few days so by all means 😉
#arcane oneshot#arcane#fanfiction#arcane x reader#x reader#wattpad#caitlyn kiramman#arcane grayson#arcane sevika#arcane vi#arcane jinx#arcane mel#fanfic
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SFW only
Oneshots
Sacrifice
Reader takes Powder's crystals and hands them over to the enforcers presenting herself as the scapegoat. Being the last kid that Vander had taken in no one would even miss her, right?
Oneshots
Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader
One scenario for each. When the bloodbank got robbed Caitlyn has nothing to feed on. You're more than willing to share your blood.
- blood, blood sucking, petname bunny, kisses -
Oneshots
Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader
One scenario for each. When you realize you're being stalked by a Vampire you don't see any other way besides confronting them.
- blood, blood sucking -
Oneshots
Silco x gn!reader
Soft Silco as a dad hours. pure fluff
Silco x fem!reader
Silco is late and his girls can't help but worry
Series
Vander x Bartender!Waitress!reader
A series of little standalone fics following fem!reader and her relationship with Vander and their kids
Warnings at the start of each chapter
- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -
Oneshots
Vander x fem!reader
When Vander wants to sacrifice himself you realize that you can't let him do it. The kids need him. The lanes need him.
- angst, hurt/comfort, abduction, forced drug use, torture, character death -
Vander x fem!reader
You have a panic attack, luckily Vander is there to help.
- panic attack, explicit violence/gore -
Mother's Day
Vander x fem!reader
The kids and Vander prepare a surprise for you.
Oneshots
Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader
One scenario for each. You're bad at fighting and Vi hates injustice.
- blood, blood sucking, Vi punches people (surprise), hand/wrist kisses) -
#the sewer writes#arcane#arcane x reader#vander x reader#reader x vander#silco x reader#fem!reader#gn!reader#vi x reader#reader x vi#jinx x reader#caitlyn x reader#fluff#hurt/comfort
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Request Guidelines:
I will write :
Smut, angst, fluff, etc.
Smut with…
-Sub/Dom reader
- Oral
- Vaginal penetration
- Most BDSM themes (impact play, s&m, restraints, cnc)
- Dub-con in some cases
Character x fem!reader
Character x genderneutral!reader
Headcannons, oneshots, blurbs
Song centered fic's
Content with heavy violence or themes of abuse (however I am not comfortable with writing a character x reader in an abusive relationship!)
I will NOT write :
Character x character fic's
Character x masc!reader
Smut that includes…
- DDLG themes
- anal or ass eating
- non-con
- water sports
- breeding or pregnancy kinks
- anything that has to do with pregnancy or kids
- NSFW content of characters under 18
- Anything that I am uncomfortable with :)
Content and characters that I write for:
SPIDER MAN: ACROSS & INTO THE SPIDERVERSE
- Miles Morales (SFW)
- Earth 42!Miles Morales (SFW)
- Hobie Brown
- Gwen Stacy (SFW)
- Pavitr Prabhakar (SFW)
CALL OF DUTY
- König
- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
HAZBIN HOTEL
- Alastor
- Lucifer Morningstar
- Angel Dust
- Vox
- Reactions for the aforementioned and Lute, Sir Pentious, Cherri, Adam, Rosie
HELLUVA BOSS
- Blitzø
- Fizzarolli
- Stolas
ARCANE
- Vi
- Ekko
- Viktor
- Reactions for the aforementioned and Jinx, Caitlyn, Mel
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