Things you do for Sevika that she loves
After a long day making rounds for Silco, Sev is pretty beat. She opens the front door to her hole-in-the-wall apartment and trudges in, her boots lightly dragging on the wooden floorboards. Her right hand tugs at her red cape, the buttons proving to be too much of a task to complete at this moment. Any resistance is met with a huff and a harder tug, resulting in buttons shooting towards the floor. A problem for later. Further trudging leads her to you, normally sitting on the couch at this time of night.
She plucks the book from your hands and throws it in a general direction. Another item to be picked up with the buttons later on. You complain but only lightly because by now you have learned it isn’t worth telling her different. She manages to kick her boots off and without making it fully around the couch, she falls on top of you. The sudden weight leaves you a little breathless but you’re quick to embrace her, undo her pony tail, and massage her head. She nuzzles her head deeper into you if possible, a thank you mumbled into your skin.
This can last for a while and you never seem to mind helping her relax. If she does manage to pull herself up into a sitting position, you follow her lead. Your hands make quick work of her shirt, throwing yet another item on the ground. “I know what you want but love I’m too tired” Your fingers immediately begin to massage the area where her metal left arm meets skin and muscle. This usually emits a light moan from her because the area can get so sore and tender after prolonged use. Sometimes you’ll stand behind her and run your hands over her neck. The back yes, but also the front which she seems to love more. Her fall plops onto the soft couch and your hands being rubbing the area. This can lead to her actually falling asleep, but on occasion she will keep her eyes open because the view she gets is quite pleasing (the tatas).
If Sev knew how to find the words, she would let you know how much she appreciates being taken care of in this way. But until that day, it’s kinder looks than she gives most people and soft kisses and on occasion an all nighter of her making an absolute mess of you.
Letting her do your hair:
You would never have guessed this was something she loved but it was. On the rare days that you both find a gap of time unfilled with work, you spend it practically twisted around one another. No not that way. Not always anyway. But the thing she loved to was play with your hair. Not just brushing her fingers through it but actually making a hairstyle.
It started with her randomly asking how to braid hair. Why she asked, she wouldn’t tell you but you continued on explaining how to do it. You proceeded to show her which led to her trying it out. You held your breath as she gathered the hair, admittedly afraid she might ‘man handle’ it and hurt your scalp. Instead, you watched in the nearby mirror as she gently tried to apply what you taught her. After a few minutes you realized that she was so deathly afraid of hurting you, she was almost too gentle and made a rather loose braid. Your giggle broke her focus and you informed her that even you were a little harsher with your hair.
After a while though, Sev became quite good at turning your hair into something that even you would have struggled to do alone. One day, whilst figuring out how to make hair flowers, you prodded her on why she liked doing this sort of thing. She never seemed the type to bother considering her own hair was short and thrown into a pony tail day in day out. Without missing a beat, she replied.
That answer alone was enough to make your cheeks flush and belly erupt with butterflies, but it was still vague.
“Go on…” you pushed. She chuckled, her eyes never leaving your hair.
“I’ve watched you do your hair countless times and that alone was soothing but I’ve always wanted to try it myself. Now, I find that doing your hair is soothing and I get to look at you the whole time.”
Man oh man was that a straight arrow to the heart. You almost want to squeal in delight. Your hands gently touch hers, signaling to pause briefly as you stand up and give her a kiss. If you knew any better you would almost say she was surprised to receive affection for her response. Her arms wrap around you, a smile plastered on her face as she stares at you.
Yea. Obviously. The woman knows what she likes and before you, there were regular visits to the brothel. It was a physical way of venting frustrations that the day had built up.
On the nights when Sev wasn’t overly tired and barely making it through the door, she was opening the door quietly. Something assumed to be impossible because the place wasn’t exactly in top-notch shape, yet she managed to do it. You could be found in various parts of the apartment either cooking, doodling, reading, etc. Perhaps you should’ve known better than to let your guard down (this was Zaun afterall) but after some time, you chose to let your guard down because there was always a 50% chance she was going to grab you up and head to the bedroom and you knew it.
She would take her boots off at the door, gently lay her cape on the couch, and make her way over to you. One fowl swoop and you where off the ground and soon being thrown onto the bed. Bouts of giggles and greetings are quickly cut short as her mouth meets yours, a hunger quickly growing in both your bodies. (Any resistance shown would immediately halt things, and she never minded holding you for a change to talk about what might be keeping you down).
These nights usually went on for a while, she has quite a lot of frustration, moans bouncing off the walls and wafting into the night air. Once satisfied on both sides, she’d pull you close, her lips pressing soft kisses to whatever part of you was near. The silence of the night now filled with soft whispers of love and devotion. You had helped to break down her walls and give her vulnerability stretch after being caged in for so long. Knowing this meant your being extra sincere in the reassuring words you told her. And while it was normally tough to receive verbal praise from her for such a thing, in this moment she was quick to say thank you and bask in the warmth of your love.
Random relationship headcanons with some arcane characters:
( Sevika, Singed, Silco, Viktor, & Jayce)
A/N: none, but please consider sending in some requests friends :)
This woman fell like a bag of bricks for you within “a concerningly short amount of time”.
She looks at you like you hung the damn stars in the sky, and if someone told her you did, she would agree…then integrate them for thinking those thoughts about what's hers.
She’s a bit possessive, but understands that you need your freedom, but inside she hopes and prays that you come back to her each night.
She can be self conscious inside, but never tells, so if you can somehow manage to find out about her internal problems and offer help? It’s over for her heart; it just can’t take the kindness anymore.
When no one’s around: give this woman some forehead kisses. When everyone’s around: She’s pulling you into her lap like it’s a throne for you.
Seriously this woman is down bad for you, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
If you were a scientist or even interested in science, he would consider you both to be the Mad Scientist Power Couple of Zaun.
If you had a passion for the arts, you bet your ass that he would offer to let you design bottle ideas for Shimmer if you felt up for it.
He is a quiet man, and usually only speaks when he deems it relevant or necessary, so I think non verbal signs of love would be a common thing in a relationship with him (Small touches when passing by, hugs at night, saving up to buy your favorite snacks while he makes supply runs in the lanes, and more).
After the explosion leaving him disfigured, I feel like he might be the tiniest bit self conscious, so if you like to give reassuring words, he would melt for you inside even more than he already does.
This man is willing to take small breaks for you he fucking loves you that much, dude.
He gives me “I eat the same oatmeal for breakfast every morning” and I can easily just imagine him leaving you a small bowl with whatever you like to add to it off to the side so you can dress yours however you like <3
This man is working 24/7; he’s building an empire and a country from scraps, so you are going to have to work with his schedule, not against it.
Don’t get me wrong- he loves you with all of his dark little scarred heart- but he canonically craves loyalty above all else in his affairs (both business and otherwise), so loyalty is going to be a heavy factor in y’alls relationship.
If you happen to have a more analytical personality, I feel like he would possibly go to you for a second opinion on some of his business choices once you’ve established yourself to be a trusted person in his eyes.
Are you chaotic? No problem, he just plops you with Jinx while he works.
He says that it is because it is easier for him to manage (which isn’t completely untrue) but it’s also because he likes to see his daughter and partner get along.
Would easily refer to you as his partner in front of others once he’s decided that you should stay, but when you’re both alone the softer pet names come out (“my lovely”,”darling”, “dearest”)
I saw somewhere on here that he would give his partner darker themed nicknames like Belladonna which I completely adore and agree with! (especially that one).
He’s another one who works all the time, but I feel like he would be a bit softer about admitting that he, yet again, has to work on his newest invention late tonight, but he would feel worse about having to stay away from you.
Once you offered to join him in the lab as a compromise so you could see each other, however this resulted in two minor fires, an explosion, and the hex claw getting stuck under the Mercury Hammer that neither of you could lift off of it…
Afterwards it was deemed to be too much of a distraction to Viktor for you to be in his working area for a prolonged period of time because he’s too busy focusing on spending time with you.
Please bring this man some food every now and then; he legit forgets that he needs to eat to live, and sweetmilk is not a cure all to dehydration.
Speaking of sweet milk, I can picture you during one of your visits to the lab making him laugh so hard that sweetmilk came out of his nose and you and Jayce haven’t let him live it down ;)
Even though most view him as a Himbo, he loves when you remind him of all of his accomplishments every now and again.
With his seat on the council, this man will spoil the absolute shit out of you. Fine silks? Done. Wine and dined once a week? He’ll find a way to make that happen. And most importantly: financial debts like student loans? Gone bye bye.
This man is so encouraging of your passions that he will take any chance he can to gush about how talented and amazing you are to him in his eyes.
He genuinely and purely loves you with every fiber of his being, and loves to tell you so any chance he can.
I can also see him as someone who has brunch with you each sunday so you can be up to date with each other no matter how busy your schedules may be.
By Hound (18+ only)
CW: bars, dancing, shimmer, smoke, break up, angst, police violence mention, drinking, classism
Word Count: 1020
Notes: The next part is called "Blue" Mentioned here (Series is called "the colors of love") I LOVE FORGETTING TO TAG LMAO
Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @petitepersephone @trashbod @biphrogg @thebleccbird
There was something in the way she looked at you, her dark grey eyes dulled from their hardened demeanor. She'd watch you laugh with your friends all gathered around the booth entranced by your smile. Throwing quick glances here and there because if any of those idiots knew about your secret relationship with Silcos one and only Sevika. The right hand man. Or whatever. Both of your loyalties would be questioned or even tested.
It was hard to keep her a secret, your friends were her friends. Coworkers, drinking, buddies, rivals. And as much as you adored her most people avoided her. Talked about her very out of ear shot. Too afraid to be heard. You'd never thought the two of you could make it under such stressful situations. After the bridge, Vander, The kids, Powder turned Jinx. You'd think the two of you could be more open. But no. Love makes you vulnerable. Made you weak.
You couldn't help but to apologetically shrug at her as your teammates walked inside with you. The two of you were supposed to discreetly leave and go on your "after near death comfort night mission" (the name was still in the works) but instead they dragged you to dance with them then drink with them. You saw Sevika hands fly to the table to haul herself up from her game and head upstairs, and you followed with the lame excuse "I have to pee, if I'm not back don't call the enforcers please" luckily they hadn't noticed her brooding figure or they'd start to question.
They knew you were lying, but they wouldn't even if the enforcers ever helped Zaunites. But by now they knew where you were from. Your family was originally from Piltover where you lived as a kid. Only to move on to Zaun in your teenage years finding out the hard way what your people did to theirs.
Sevika was already upstairs, and you were clearly getting excited to see her, a dumb little smile playing on your lips. However Sevikas legs were longer so it took a minute for you to catch up, plus a few tedious moments spent with Chuck to tell him he was doing fine.
When you made it upstairs you already knew which door it was the same as every other visit. And you knocked softly and pushed. The old door creaked open revealing your partner's bare back leaning against the wooden frame of the other for right inside. The light was dim, a buzz of electricity from the blue led light beside her bed, usually it was red, but tonight felt calm, smoke blew from the silhouette of your lover.
A thick cloud of pungent smoke as she let out a "I was starting to worry if you got hurt sugar" she didn't turn to face you. So your eyes wandered to her back. Her normal blue scars that covered her face were fading back to the usual color. The fluorescent pink of shimmer that coursed through her veins slowly disappeared before your eyes.
"I can't get hurt when the scary lady herself is waiting up here just for me."
She'd never shown you just how bad they were, not by choice. You'd taken care of her while she was unconscious but she distanced herself since then. You took in the view getting traces of less magical scars covering her shoulder blades and ribs as you approached behind her wrapping your arms around her waist and pushing your face inbetween her shoulder blades.
The silence was comfortable until it wasn't.
So you cleared your throat, and let go walking past her a bit, grey hair peaked from the roots of her hair, whether she was extra stressed or just getting old or both was yet to be determined. You turned around to peek at her face. You noticed a lazily wrapped blunt pressed between her two lips black lipstick smeared a bit across her chin. And a fresh scar on her abs, a large piece of gauze duct taped to the skin.
"Sev" you whimpered so quietly, yet it felt like you dragged a fork across a plate to her.
"I don't want your pity"
"Great cuz I don't pity you." You replied rather bluntly, Sevika raised her eyebrow at you.
"Then what was that?" It was a genuine question but the way she said it was harsh and you got defensive.
"What, I can't be upset you're getting seriously injured?"
"Since when do topsiders care about us? About me?"
"Please sev? Tell me what's going on. You don't have to shut me out"
"No." She cut you off. Something was wrong. "You need to leave and never come back."
"WHY ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF LETTING ME IN, even after all we've been through"
"Before I make you."
You stared at her in disbelief, eyes transfixed in hers that couldn't look at you. You got up to move past her tense frame, tears struggling to escape, the explosion rung clear in your mind but you knew this was different. Something was weird.
You couldn't help but to whisper what you normally did whenever the two of you departed.
A weak "I love you" fumbled from your lips a hot teae staining your cheek, grunge from the under-city washing away with the pain.
Only this time was your last, the last time this said those three impactful words.
You couldn't help but to have your long and complicated relationship flash before your eyes as your arm skimmed hers when you walked by. But you could've swore she said she loved you back. But now you'll never know. She's just a distant memory, a happy one. With a bittersweet end. If she said I love you that would've been her first time that's why it hurt. She was always too late. You'd stay awake hoping she wasn't dead. Waking up to hold her hand only to remember it's just another lonely night.
Lesbians: I can fix her. Sevika:
glad we’ve all agreed to be horny with no judgement
I loved the morning after hc! It was so wholesome 🥲
I'll just ask for one more scenario if it's no trouble? Can you do the arcane characters when the reader smacks their ass as they pass by and says something flirty? You don't need to do this if you're not comfortable writing it!
No trouble at all! Sorry this is late, I’ve had midterms. Here they are!
Arcane Characters + Reader Smacking their Ass
implied sex but sfw
with: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika and Mel
Viktor will never admit that he yelped, but he did, like you stepped on a cat’s tail. He is bright cherry red, up to his ears and stretching to under his collar. You know from experience he blushes down to his chest. If you’re at home he mostly just laughs and brushes it aloof, if you’re in public he will just fucking die. He will pass away.
“Hello my love, I— ah! What— ah, um. Haha, alright then.”
No matter where you are, Jayce is kinda mad. No talk he, he angy. If you’re at home, he wants more, if you’re in public, he’s worried about his reputation. He isn’t uncomfortable with it, but he does think it’s a little juvenile I guess? There are other ways to get his attention which he prefers. If you notice he’s particularly needy that day, well, that doesn’t mean anything.
“Oh hey, you— hey! Ugh, you’re so immature— I am not blushing! Cut it out!”
You can’t do this to Silco and get away with it. He will pay you back, and you won’t like it when he does (in a sexy way where you actually will). He’s super not chill about it. In private he might let it slide, but do it in public and you’re in a fucking lot of trouble. He tries to recover by rolling his eyes and coughing but it doesn’t work, he’s so pale you can see him flushing from miles off.
“You think you’re so fucking cute— just you wait. I’ll make you eat those words.”
It’s less fun to do this to Vander because he just barely reacts. He might like chuckle or make some comment to his friends if they’re around. He genuinely doesn’t mind, he thinks its cute and its mostly harmless. If you make a truly raunchy comment he may blush a little but he mostly doesn’t mind. He won’t smack your ass in return but he may pinch it; he’s a grabber not a slapper.
“No, hey, I’m— ah, see, this one keeps me in line. Hi there, darl.”
Ekko thinks this is so funny. He will laugh his ass off and then try to get you back. It’s turned into a game between you on who can say the stupidest thing/who can catch the other the most off guard. A bunch of the other Firelights are keeping score for you, it’s a thing. He likes to check in with you sometimes to make sure you’re still comfortable with it, which is when he’s most vulnerable for a strike. >:)
“Hey honey, what’s— FUCK. Gods damn it, you got me. You caught me unprepared this time, never again.”
Jinx will also laugh, and she will hit you back, without mercy. The trouble is her hands are really fucking bony so it usually ends up hurting even if she doesn’t mean it to. She usually finds it funny or likes that you’re like publicly displaying your relationship, it makes her happy. She only hates it if her dad is around, and honestly, death by Silco isn’t super high on your list of desires.
“Hiii sugar, how are ya-ah! Hehehehe, hello to you too.”
See, Vi does this to you all the time, so if you do it back she will just. Freeze. And look at you in total shock, her mouth dropped open in a disbelieving smile. It’s honestly so funny how long she just looks at you like she just won the lottery. She’s oddly proud if you do it in public, She likes you showing other people you’re together.
“Woah! Holy shit. I love you so much, cupcake, seriously.”
The moment your hand meets ass, Caitlyn is a blushing, stuttering mess. Poor thing just doesn’t even know how to react. She gets so embarrassed, even if you’re at home alone. She doesn’t dislike it’s just not something shes ever even considered before. She hates if you do it in public, though, she’s supposed to be composed, damn it!
“Hello, dear, I— oh! Oh, I— you, um—that is, you— ah— no, I, I’m alright I just, um. That was… unexpected.”
Sevika does not react, at all. She does this to you as a greeting, so if you do it back she just carries on as if you had just said hello to her. Literally she just doesn’t give a shit. If you go super hard she’ll just hit you back just as hard (if not harder, she’s beefy) and carry on. If you want to get a reaction out of her you have to do some wild shit like grab her titty.
“But I fucking told him, I said— oh, hi baby— so I said to him—“
Mel doesn’t dislike it? But she thinks its kind of immature. She raises one eyebrow and gives you that look that just pierces your soul. In private she might give you a smirk, but in public she will honest to god cluck her tongue at you, and at that point, you’re the one embarrassed. She has to deflect it on you so no one will look closely enough to see her blushing.
“Really, darling? If you need something you know you can just tell me.”
Sitting in Arcane Character's Lap
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ambessa x Reader
Tags: established relationship, developing relationship, teasing, gentle kissing
A/N: Who's lap would you wanna sit in the most? For me it's Vi, Caitlyn, Silco, Sevika, Jayce and Ambessa.
Actually Jinx would be the one sitting in your lap more often than not. She's very clingily and just likes to wrap her arms around you while sitting down working or reading.
She'll let you sit in her lap if you really want to, but what ever the case she has to have her arms around you at all times. She's also very cat-like at times, not wanting to get up from your lap even when you want her too and constantly trying to move closer into your touch.
"Ya really need to learn to stay still sweet stuff. I'm tryin' ta cuddle with ya and ya keep moving around. Or maybe you like me squirming on top of ya?"
Vi loves it when you sit in her lap. She'll wrap her strong arms around your waist as your hands find purchase on her shoulders. Like Jinx she also likes to nuzzle into your touch.
Vi loves to pull you close and leave little kisses over your neck, inhaling your scent, hearing your breath hitch as you try to break away because her kisses are tickling you but she keeps you in her lap anyway, enjoying the sound of your laughter.
"I like this you know, a lot. Having you close like this. You're really warm sweetheart. You can sit in my lap any time you want, just like this. And I mean that, whenever you want, under any circumstance."
She loves to pull you onto her lap after a long day at work. Sometimes if you visit her at work she'll let you steal a few minutes with her, but it's mostly when she's off work.
She will let you tangle your hands into her hair as you slowly undo her ponytail. She loves to spend time in silence just looking at you, memorizing every little detail of you. She's also a fan of sitting in your lap if you want her to, but she prefers to have you sit in hers.
"I haven't seen you for long today, I'm sorry for that darling, but I'm here now. Come and sit down, let me kiss you. Do you want me to get us something to drink or eat? Or we can just spend some time, just like this, what ever pleases you more."
The only time when Sevika actually lets you be on top of her is when you're sitting on her lap.
It doesn't matter of you're at the Last Drop, the brothel or at home, she'll pull you onto her, she likes to feel you squirming on to top her as she leaves kisses and bites all over your neck.
"Come here sugar. Well? Come on, you know how much I love to have you here. That's it. Oh don't mind any of them, they're just jealous that they can't have you. Focus on me instead."
He's grown used to people being clingy since he adopted Jinx. You always worried that you would cross some kind of boundary or come off too strong if you just casually sat in his lap but he was actually the one who pulled you to him the first time.
Silco will just sigh in mock annoyance when you sit down. However he will follow it up with a greeting and a kiss. But if Jinx comes in she will make fun of you both for being all gross and sappy.
"Well hello my darling, you're a little late today. Did you have problems along the way? No? Well that's good. You can sit here if you wish. Now let me give you a proper greeting."
Viktor acts annoyed whenever you sit in his lap, mostly because he has a lot to do and you're a very nice distraction to him.
He will try to get work done only for you to pull him into a kiss. He will frown at you for like half a second before he returns the kiss with just as much passion. However if you want to stay on his lap you have to stay still for a while, he can't afford to get too distracted after all.
"You know you don't always have to sit in my lap. I do like it, of course, it's just... incredibly distracting. Yes, I know. I want to be close to you too I just need to have time to concentrate on my work as well, alright love?"
Jayce will get a big, dumb grin on his face when he sees you walking towards him, and somehow that smile will become even bigger when you straddle his lap.
He runs really warm most of the time so he will pull you into his chest and wrap his big, strong arms around you while he tells you about his day. He loves it when you run your hands over his chest and kiss his jaw while sitting on top of him. The pleasant sigh that he lets out is always a nice thing to see after a long day of being away from him.
"Ah, I think I'm developing a headache. I'm sorry it seems like I won't be much fun tonight sweetheart. Oh! Hey, uh, yeah you can stay here. You know I don't mind you in my lap. Hmm... that feels nice. Thank you, what would I do without you?"
Mel doesn't let you sit in her lap often nor does she want to sit in yours. Which is why the moments when she wants either are all the more special.
It'll usually be in moments of vulnerability or when she really, really wants to be close to you. You always let her instigate those moments. She'll sit on your lap, very slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, her hands cupping your face before she pulls you into a kiss.
"Why are you looking at me like that darling? Are you surprised. Haha, you can be really cute at times. Can you hold me for a while, I know it might be out of nowhere but... oh. Well thank you. This is... pretty nice I must admit."
Ambessa likes to have you on her lap. She'll always look at you like you're something both precious and something to be conquered. She loves to see you squirm under her gaze.
She loves it when you trace the scars on her face or kiss them, it's one of the rare moments when she softest up and lets her guard down. But she can flip back to her hardened warrior self on a dime if needed.
"Sit. There you go, that's nice isn't it? Now, tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy spending time with me? I certainly enjoy you. I like when we do this. It relaxes me somehow. To hold you like this. Strange isn't it?"
arcane + how they moan
ft. Vander, Vi, Silco, Jinx, Caitlyn, Viktor, Jayce, Finn, Grayson, Sevika, Marcus, Mel, & Howl
cw: smut, fxf, fem!plus sized reader, subby men, soft!dom, begging, overstimulation
He's more of a growler than anything, he'll something make soft pants and deep grunts and may often struggle to catch his breath because it feels so damn good.
“Darl, please can I cum? ‘Fraid I ain’t gonna last much longer. You really know how to make me work for it. Please, baby, I’m gonna shoot my load if you don’t hurry-ahh!”
You really gotta get her riled up to make any sort of loud noise. But once you get her started, it’s gonna be tough getting her to be quiet. She’ll sing your praises and will be rough with the way she kisses you, nails curving into the fat of your ass to push you harder against her.
“Cupcake, you feel so fuckin’ good. I love it when you fuck me with your cock--good thing we got the vibratin’ one, right? Delicious--fuck! Ahh, fuck, make me cum! Make me cum, babe!”
He’s one to not share his voice unless he’s seriously wound up. You have to take your time with him, make him pliant beneath you--to take what you need from him. Be a service top, work on pulling those noises from him, do your damnedest.
“Think you can--hnnnghhh, truly work me over so easily? Fuck, I’d like to see you try, my pet. Oh, fuck, just like that kitten.”
She’s not always very loud, it depends on what kind of mood she is in. If you’re domming her, she tends to be a bit more loud begging for you to fuck her hard until she goes cross-eyed with her tongue falling out of kiss-bitten lips.
“Fuck, toots, you’re going to fuck me raw at this point but shit, darl-- I ain’t fuckin’ complaining. Feels’ so fuckin’ good, ah, ah, ah~!”
Her moans are soft and very pretty, like the gentle chiming of bells echoing through the hall. She can definitely be a bit louder than she is but if her family is home, she doesn’t exactly want to scream about how well you’re fucking her even if she really, really wants to praise you. She’ll just have to do so quietly but the moment her parents are gone; she’s screaming.
“That’s it, pretty kitty. You’re making me feel so good, that’s it, sweet thing. Eat my cunt out like your life depends on it.”
It really depends on the mood that’s set, on nights where he’s more rough he’s dirty-talking your ear off grumbling to himself about “what a naughty girl you are” and “how well you take him” inside that pretty pink cunt of yours. When you actually assertively top him, he’s a cute whiny baby with pretty amber doe-like eyes that he definitely knows how to use.
“My love, I fear my heart may burst from my chest if you keep this up! My head feels as though it’s swimming. Pl-please, may I cum? Ah~! You take me so well, fuck, so good.”
He can be very, very loud. Letting out unabashed moans to the high heavens. Borderline fuckin’ porn star. By the end of the night his throat is always sore from all of his yelling and whimpering and he’s so exhausted despite his cock still being painfully erect.
“Baby, mm, please!” A choked cry pinched off with a whimper. His voice is cracking, tears streaming down his face. “Please, may I cum for you? I’ve been a good boy.”
He’s so fucking loud and vulgar--why do you think you have to muzzle him so often? He’s moaning from the moment he pulls out his hard cock to sink into your dripping cunt to the final moments where his balls are slapping against your ass and flooding you full.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! You’re so fuckin’ good, babe, can’t think straight not with the way you’re clenchin’ on my cock--fuckkk, fuck!”
She’s on the quieter side, mumbling words of praise while she strokes your cheek with tender care. Her accent will be much thicker the closer she gets and she remains ever the sweet and attentive partner.
“That’s it, my love. Slowly, slow. That’s it--oh, there, shh, you’re doing so well. Yes, I’m close, my dear.”
Another one who isn’t very loud. You’ll have to tune in how her breathing increases and echoes off the walls. Sevika may pitch in tone when she cums but for the most part she’s pretty stoic, even if she is softer when she’s with you.
“Such a good girl, you know how to unravel me so easily, don’t you? Keep going then. If you’re so determined to make me cum, prove it.”
She makes the prettiest little keens and sighs. Gets pretty out of breath. She’s pretty assertive so isn’t afraid to speak her mind and let you know what she wants and what feels good or what doesn’t.
“That’s it, my darling. You’re doing so well. That’s the spot, keep using that pretty, talented little tongue of yours. My pretty girl.”
The tough-guy thing is all an act. He’s very much a desperate little sub who will beg you to let him cum if he promises to be good. If you let him cum, he’ll be so good for you he swears!!
“Please, princess, this is torture. I feel as though I’m gonna burst--oh, fuck-- Please, won’t you let me cum? I want to cum for you.”
This man, his moans are beautiful. Absolutely erotic and he gets louder the more you edge and overstimulate him-- especially if you're pegging him. His moans are so choked, whiny, with pretty tears shining in his eyes and he's begging you to let him cum. He promises to be good!
“Ahh-baby--fuck!!” A deep inhale followed by a sob as cerulean tears cascade down warm tanned cheeks. Such a pretty boy. “Gonna cum, gonna cum-- gonna shoot my fuckin’ load-- I can’t hold back, baby. Fuck, c’mere, let me kiss you--please!”
arcane characters and how they sleep
silco: never sleeps early because he’s always busy and wakes up super early in the morning. will smoke a stick before going to bed. sleeps on his side with a pillow in between his legs. a fucking hugger. has an iron grip around your waist if you sleep with him - you can’t even move. dude snores and grinds his teeth. it’s hard for you to fall asleep if he’s the big spoon because his mouth is right beside your ear. he drools a bit. you woke up with drool on your hair once. rip.
sevika: sleeps with her blanket tugged under her chin with one leg out. likes sleeping on her side. the type of person who wakes up in the middle of the night to pee. lightly snores. doesn’t move a lot in her sleep tho so she’s perfect to sleep with but will only sleep in the middle of the bed even if she’s sharing. always kisses you on your forehead or the back of your head before sleeping. looks super soft when sleeping and will smile in her sleep if she has a good dream.
jinx: takes like one or two hours to finally sleep. will toss and turn until she just knocks out. has like four pillows on her bed. likes sleeping on her side with her hand under her pillow. gets nightmares often so she’s not really well rested and is always super groggy and annoyed when she wakes up. the type to forget to brush her teeth before sleeping. likes being the little spoon and burying her face on your chest. will kick you in her sleep though so be careful - woke up from a nightmare once and kneed you on the stomach. sometimes you’ll wake up to her sprawled on top of you.
vi: eats something light before bed so she doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night hungry. sleeps face down with her head under her pillow if she’s alone. runs fucking warm so she either sleeps naked or with a thin t-shirt. literally sweats when sleeping. will still hug you to sleep - like will wrap her entire body around you and bury her face in your hair. sometimes you need to push her off because her sweat gets on you.
caitlyn: she has a huge bed but will always end up sleeping at the edge on the right side of the bed. has woken up with half her body dangling on the edge. likes sleeping face up with her pillow covering her face. likes to drink tea before going to sleep. she sleepwalks. you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to her shaking you and asking whether you had any cheese on you.
vander: doesn’t sleep with a pillow lol. runs warm but he can’t sleep without his blanket covering half his legs. sleeps like a starfish with his limbs spread out. dude snores too. loudly. always the big spoon. the type of person to put his leg over you when sleeping. tosses and turns in his sleep a lot. has accidentally kicked you off the bed before. he’s a heavy sleeper so it’s hard to wake him up in the morning.
ekko: has a weird irrational fear of his hand dangling off the bed. sleeps on his stomach with his hands stretched above him. doesn’t hug his pillow but hugs his blanket instead. the type to wake up in the middle of the night to journal his dream. moves a lot in his sleep. always wakes up in the weirdest position even if you’re in bed with him. one time you woke up facing his feet.
jayce: has like two huge soft pillows. sleeps facing up and hands under his pillow if he’s alone. uses the blanket when he’s going to sleep but it’s kicked away halfway. loves being the small spoon - going to sleep with your hands around his waist makes him happy. will end up being the big spoon halfway. the type of person to hug you super tightly when he’s sleeping and carry you with him if he rolls over to the other side of the bed.
viktor: gets cold easily so he’s always nicely bundled with the softest blankets. likes journaling before going to sleep. sleeps on his side with one hand under his pillow and the other hugging another pillow. likes to flip his pillow to their cold side. doesn’t sleep often but likes taking (POWER) naps throughout the day. loves being the small spoon because your hands wrapped around his waist makes him feel safe plus it’s warmer.
marcus: sleeps face up with his arms crossed. he sleeps with a shirt but will end up taking it off in the middle of the night because he’s warm. doesn’t sleep with a blanket so you don’t have to worry about him hogging them. takes up a lot of space on the bed for no reason, you always end up sleeping near the edge. likes hugging you to sleep. the type to pull you back to his chest if he thinks you’re sleeping a bit too far away from him.
mel: has six fucking pillows with a weighted blanket because it helps with her nightmares. has one plushie that she says goodnight to. has a skincare routine she does everyday before going to bed. literally sleeps face up with both hands on her stomach. loves sleeping with her head on your chest while holding your hand. she sleep mumbles if she’s super tired tho (it’s cute). the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night to drink water.
how they kiss you
characters -> vi, jinx, ekko, viktor, sevika
genre -> fluff, a teeny weeny bit suggestive
- with that smug smirk on her face. she’s just so proud that you’re all hers, that you’re willing to stick by her through all her fights, rough days, when she wakes you up with her nightmares, her wild adventures: you’re all hers and no one else’s, and she loves to brag about it.
you turn to vi with a smile, and step back when you realise how close she is, but a hand on your back stops you. “…yeah?”
that signature smirk of hers grows as she moves closer to your face, bumping you against the counter you were leaning on. “vi? i’m trying to wash the dish-”
you’re cut off with chapped lips against yours, and you squeak in surprise. vi pulls back to chuckle, and moves in closer to you with her hand pushing you flat against her chest.
“you know i love you right?”
“i know, i know-”
- desperately. jinx has lost so many people along the way, and she’s not about to lose you too, so every kiss she give you is like it’s your last. she’s just so terrified that one day, it really will be your last kiss from her, so she always pours as much emotion as she can into every peck on your lips.
you took a step into your girlfriend’s ’evil lair’ with a smile on your face, holding a box of scraps you found that could help her. old hunks of metal, some batteries, glass containers- anything you found while listening to some of the music jinx recommended to you.
“hey trouble, i’m back!” you called out, strolling along the platform to jinx’s desk, eventually plopping the heavy box on the floor next to her chair. a small thunk behind you made you grin and whirl around with open arms. “hey baby- woah!”
jinx flew into your arms, and you tipped over onto the metal ground, letting out an oof as she crawled onto your lip and cupped your neck in her hands. with a soft smile, you tipped your chin down and jinx swooped up.
her lips were cold and then moved against yours feverishly- not in a sexual way, but she missed you- you could tell by the way she gripped onto your sides with a slight tremor. you pulled away with a smile.
- seriously, which is so odd. well, his kisses always start out serious, but you smooth your hands over his tense shoulders and he melts into you like butter. he spends all day running the firelights and making sure everyone is still alive: and when they’re not, he’s the one to break the news and usually take responsibility for it. so he’s always wound up, stressed and just so serious, but he always appreciates how you manage to calm down his stiff kisses.
“hey you- rough day?”
ekko didn’t answer, just grunted and tossed his hoverboard on one of the seats in the room. he moved to sit next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder and peeking at the book you’re reading.
“that nerd stuff again?”
“you love reading, we both know it,” you coo and turn to plant a kiss on ekko’s lips. he stiffens and his eyes widen, making you chuckle and pull back. he chases after you and gets flustered when he sees your gaze, mumbling for you to shut up.
you do. you smoothed your hand over his chest with a grin, and moved up to kiss him again, this time he melted into you with his own smile forming. it was nice kissing ekko when he was smiling, it was adorable.
- hesitantly. even after being with you for so long and kissing you so many times, viktor is still shy and hesitant when he kisses you. he cups your neck and stops for a second, searching your eyes and waiting for you to nod before softly kissing your lips. the actual kisses are still a bit hesitant, like he doesn’t want to go full force, scared he’ll hurt you and he treats you like fine china.
“hello, love,” viktor greeted, not looking up from his work. you rolled your eyes and moved over to his desk with a grin, leaning against it until he peered up at you with a smile and a cocked brow.
“you’re pretty when you’re working.”
a small blush settled on his cheeks. viktor huffed out a laugh and smoothed a hand over your hip, leaning up to meet you as you leant down. “can i kiss you?” you asked, moving a hand to the back of his neck to fiddle with his hair.
viktor moved up to meet your lips first, still ghosting over your hip carefully. his kiss was light and slow, like the kisses he often gives when he’s half-asleep in the morning. he’s just so caring, and it makes your heart swell as you pull away to gaze at him.
“go on, stop letting me distract you.”
he chuckles and nods, moving in his seat a bit as you pull up a stool to watch him in a peaceful silence.
- hungry. sevika is always there to remind everyone around you, that youre hers :). don’t worry, she knows that you’re aware who you belong to- but sometimes people get a bit too brave in trying to chat you up, so she wastes no time in reminding them you’re dating silco’s right hand man, by smashing her mouth against yours and pulling you in by your hair.
you placed the drinks down on the table with a smile, grinning as the men cheered in glee while you moved to perch back on sevika’s knee.
“ha! you got a good one there- don’t let ‘em go, for our sake!” everyone around the table jostled and flashes you a thumbs up, or raised their pint to you. you just chuckled and leaned back into your girlfriend who flashed you a small side-smile.
“yeah, they’re not gonna get away that easily,” she said lowly and placed a finger under your chin, laying her cards down on your thigh as she smashed her lips against yours.
with a squeak of delight, you wound your arms around her thick shoulders and held onto her like she the last thing there, ignoring the cheers from the people around you.
sevika pulled away with a wolfish grin, moving to stare at her gambling opponents. “stop staring and continue the game then, huh? some of you should consider getting your own lucky charm if you don’t want to keep losing to me and y/n.”
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Leaving the party early 🥃
Sevika x femme!reader, smut!
Summary: The reader is Sevika's girlfriend and spends the evening with her at the last drop. Someone is too needy to wait until they get home, so they desecrate Silco's desk. Sevika and the reader are both stone lesbians in this, the reader is high femme.
6.2 k words, CW for alcohol, smoking, and rough, kinky sex
" Here.” You put down two glasses of Zaunshine and step around the card table. Sevika pulls you into her lap.
“Thank you, baby,” she says into your ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath it.
The five men she is playing against are all wearing different amounts of disdain and annoyance on their faces but don’t dare to say a word. Instead, they all wait patiently as Sevika presses a kiss to your neck and readjusts your position so you sit comfortably on her left thigh, leaning back against her metal shoulder.
“Trump?” she asks absentmindedly and the youngest of the men shuffles in his chair, obviously impatient.
“Cups.” You can see a faint shimmer in his eyes. He has a good hand.
You know better than to underestimate Sevika, and it seems everyone except this newcomer does, too. They keep straight faces as your girlfriend hums and leans forward, snaking her prosthetic arm around your waist and holding you tightly to her chest.
“Well,” she sighs.
She draws a card from the stack and the kid can barely contain himself. One of the older guys grunts and shakes his head, throwing his cards into the middle and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He’s been playing with Sevika for years and knows she is about to teach this novice a lesson.
As the others take their time making their plays, you lean your head back against Sevika’s collarbone. She is hard and warm against your back, a mountain of muscle and metal. And she’s yours. You push your ass back into the crook of her hip, then you slowly, almost unnoticeably, grind forward on her thigh. Sevika flexes her thigh and tightens her grip around your waist, nosing at your bare shoulder. You decided to wear a short, skin-tight dress today, exactly the same color as Sevika’s cloak.
There is no better feeling than walking through the streets of Zaun with your lover’s arm around your shoulders, people’s eyes widening when they recognize who is walking next to you, and then quickly looking down, trying not to offend. It makes you feel invincible. You roll your hips forward again and feel Sevika’s breath on the back of your neck, making the hairs there stand up.
“Baby,” she murmurs warningly. You hum and cock your head as if particularly interested in the current player’s move. You know the effect your bare throat has on Sevika. She can be ravenous, oftentimes leaving your neck bruised and bitten after a long night between the sheets.
It’s her turn again. Only the kid and two other players are still in this round. The idiot rookie is practically drooling now. Sevika leans forward and draws another card, furrowing her brows as she inspects it. You roll your head into the hollow beneath her jaw and peek at her hand - she has the Magician, the Wheel of Fortune, the Empress, and the king of cups. Unless the kid has more trumps than her and only major cards, he's out of luck.
You press down into her thigh and sigh quietly, grabbing her metal hand and interlacing your fingers with hers. One of the men gives you a wary glance - he’s probably seen that hand in action and wouldn’t dream to come near it. You lift your conjoined hands to your face and press a gentle kiss to Sevika’s copper thumb, winking at the man. His adam's apple bobs furiously, then he looks away, inspecting his dusty boots.
“Do you really need it that bad?” Sevika whispers into your ear, quiet enough so no one will hear. You can feel your pulse quickening. “Do you want me inside you, baby?”
You nod, squeezing her hand and grinding against her. You can hear her laugh through her nose, her chest jumping against your back.
“Want me to take you to the bathroom and bury my tongue so deep in your pussy you won’t even remember your own name?” Her voice is a low rumble, barely audible but still crashing into you like a freight train. You can barely stop yourself from whimpering.
“Do you think you could be quiet? Stay silent as I push three fingers in your wet little cunt and fuck you like the slut you are just a room over from this one?” Her lips graze the shell of your ear. “I don’t think so, love. I think you would scream so loud the entire bar would know how good I’m fucking you, how deep I’m inside you.”
The kid puts down his cards. One of the other guys has folded. Without missing a beat, Sevika leans forward to inspect them. You need to blink a few times to focus, vision still foggy from the picture she just painted. His cards are good, two Major Arcana ones, a three of cups, and a five of swords. He’s already eyeing the stack of coins on the table. The last player, a heavily tattooed, black-haired man, shows his cards. Two Majors, a three of batons, and a queen of coins. The newbie blows a breath out of puffed-up cheeks. His cups saved him - barely. All eyes rest on Sevika.
She gently fans out her cards on the tabletop and waits for the realization to sink in. The tattooed guy rolls his eyes and takes a cigarette from his friend’s pack. You bite your lip, watching the emotions play on the kid’s face. Disbelief, denial, concentration as he counts again, defeat, fury. He jumps up so fast his chair is knocked over. It hits the concrete floor with a bang and everyone in the room turns toward him.
He clenches his fists at his sides, his eyes tight slits as he looks back and forth between you and your lover. You draw your eyebrows together, a pitiful expression on your face.
“Ay!” Some other kid, probably a friend of his, calls over from the other side of the private room. He holds up two pints of beer and shoots the loser a warning look. The kid blows out another breath and turns to walk over to his rescuer.
The tattooed man leans over and puts the chair back into a standing position, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He gives Sevika an amused look and she shakes her head at him. He collects the cards and begins to shuffle them while another player pushes the coins over to Sevika’s corner of the table.
Your girlfriend rests her warm, strong hand on your thigh, massaging the inside of it with her fingers. You lightly wriggle in your seat, trying to get her to go higher without spreading your legs for the entire room to see. Her thumb wanders up under the seam of your dress. The lace thong you’re wearing underneath is completely soaked, but she’s still too far away to feel it.
“I don’t think I’ll make it that easy for you,” she says into your ear, keeping her eyes focused on the dancing cards. “I think you need to wait a little longer, learn some patience. I can’t have you dripping all over me every time we’re out in public, keeping me from my business.”
You turn to face her, giving her your saddest and most pathetic look. Doe eyes usually work on her, she can’t resist you when you beg her like this. And indeed, she takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring. She licks her lips, fingers digging into your thigh. Then her expression clears and she picks up the cards she’s just been dealt, her face completely neutral again. You want to scream.
During the next game, you zone out completely. All you can think about is Sevika’s tongue dragging through your wetness, her glistening chin when she comes up and smiles at you, her fingers inside your mouth, her arms holding you in place as she fucks you without mercy. Your breath is shallow, your hips are moving on their own accord. Luckily, this round seems to be a lot more high stakes as the money piles up and all eyes focus on the table.
After a few rounds, Sevika folds her hand and leans back, spreading her arms over the back of the leather sofa. You decide to try again. Slowly, you lean forward to grab her copper cigar case and a lighter, making sure to present your ass to her. You can feel her eyes on your back, tingling up your spine. Turning to face her, you push the small cigar into her golden mouthpiece and flick the lighter. She holds your gaze as she takes the cigar and her lips tighten around the metal, taking a drag and releasing the smoke out of the corners of her mouth.
She pats your upper thigh and you let yourself fall back against her, pressing your temple to her jaw.
“Baby?” you whisper, arching your back to press your ass against her again. “Can we go?”
Sevika takes another pull of her cigar and blows out a few perfect rings of smoke.
“I still have some stuff to take care of. Will you be a good girl and wait your turn?” She rests her hand with the cigar on your thigh. A piece of ash falls off and you flinch at the tiny speck burning your skin. It feels like a needle pricking you.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sevika drawls. “Did that hurt?”
She wipes your thigh with the edge of her palm and a small darkened spot remains, as big as a pinhead. Handing you the cigar for a moment, she sucks on the tip of her thumb into her mouth and rubs it over the spot, leaving a shiny ring on your skin.
You’ve played with wax once before, and pain is a friend you welcome when it comes to you and your lover. If you were aching for her before, this is making you absolutely feral with want. Sevika seems to know. She lightly scratches your left thigh with her metal fingers, leaving red streaks behind.
“I need to go back to the office and sort some things out. If you behave, I’ll take you home and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for a week.’”
You nod breathlessly, craning your neck to press a kiss to the silvery-blue scars on her cheek. She claps her thigh and looks around at the other players.
“Alright, guys, I’m out. Duty calls.”
A few of them mutter something back, but most are still enraptured in the cards on the table and in their hands. Sevika pats your ass and lets you get up first, letting her copper hand slide down your back and over the curve of your ass to stroke the inside of your thigh for a second. Then she gets up, pulls her cloak over her prosthetic arm, and immediately puts her hand around your waist again on the way to the door.
A few called greetings, a nod to the bar, then you’re out on the streets. It’s still relatively early in the night and Zaun is pulsating with lights and music, people desperately seeking distraction from their inner wasteland and willingly pursuing anything the fissures offer them. You pass a pair of enforcers who try hard to act like they’re not scared of Sevika. She chuckles to herself.
“Little rats, scurrying around here looking for scraps.” She pulls you closer and presses a hard kiss into the side of your head. You can feel the heat of her exhale on your scalp and snake your hand around her slim waist, squeezing back.
When you arrive at Silco’s headquarters, everything is dark. He’s up at the docks with Jinx, having left early to go along with something exciting she wanted to show him. Sevika unlocks the door and lets you in before turning and locking it again. Green neon light shines in from the street so you don’t turn any lights in the entrance hall.
Silco’s office is behind a heavy wooden door only he, Jinx, and Sevika have a key to. She unlocks it and takes your hand, flicking the lights on with the other.
“I just need to prepare some shipment forms and leave instructions for the second crew tomorrow. It won’t take too long.”
You sigh and throw yourself on the sofa in the corner while Sevika sits down at Silco’s desk. She begins sorting through some paperwork and you stare up into Jinx’s web of planks and ropes, covered in drawings and splashes of color. That girl has a screw loose, but you usually don’t mind her presence. On the rare occasions that you met, she was always nice to you, although quick to try and embarrass Sevika in front of you. Calming your girlfriend down after those encounters involved a lot of reassurance and praise, making sure she knows how much you love and respect her and how everyone else does, too. The latter, at least.
Sevika coughs and you look over to her, bent over her forms and scribbling intently. Your gaze wanders over her silky dark hair, her smooth brown skin, her furrowed brows, her curved nose. Her tongue darts out between her lips as she sketches something on the paper. Sometimes you think you'll die just from looking at her.
You get up and slowly walk toward her. She barely looks up. You round the desk and lean back on it right next to her, trailing your fingers over her shoulder.
“Not yet, baby. I’m busy.”
You let out a little whimper, rubbing your thighs together. Her hand grabs your knee, stilling your movements.
“Stop that. Be patient.”
“Please…” you whine and pull yourself up on the desk. Slowly, you spread your legs, the fabric of your dress riding further and further up until your clothed core is exposed, dark with wetness.
Sevika closes her eyes, nostrils flaring. You know she can smell your arousal. You smell it, too, sweet and dark, your love’s biggest weakness. Her grip on your knee tightens.
“You’re killing me, Y/N.” You perk up at the use of your given name. She usually only calls you pet names.
She pushes her forms to the side and pulls you into the middle of the desk, then she scoots forward between your spread legs. Massaging the insides of your thighs, digging her metal thumb in just a little too hard, she leans her forehead against your chest.
“I need to work, don’t you see that?” Her voice is hollow as her hands go higher, caressing your hips and pushing the fabric of your dress up further until her fingers hook around the seam of your thong.
You lean back on your hands and lift your hips so she can pull your underwear over your thighs. A clear string of wetness hangs between the fabric and your throbbing cunt for a second, mesmerizing both of you. Then Sevika pulls the silky lace over your knees and wrestles it over your leather boots. Her chest lifts with every hard breath she takes. Her eyes meet yours. They’re almost completely black.
“Come here, you little brat.”
You scoot forward and bend over in hopes of a kiss. She grants it to you, dragging her tongue against yours lazily. Without warning, she thrusts two fingers all the way inside you. You gasp into her mouth, knocking your forehead against hers and squeezing your eyes shut.
“Shhh, what’s wrong, baby? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She curls her fingers inside you, making your toes curl.
“Yes,” you moan, fighting for breath.
“Do you know what my problem is?” Sevika asks, leaning back in her chair without pulling out of you. The pads of her fingers rest on that perfectly tender spot inside you, every tiny movement shooting electricity up your spine. A pat of her metal hand on your thigh makes you jerk your head up.
“Today I thought, you know what, I’ll take my girl out for a drink, bring her with me as a good luck charm. So I take you to the Last Drop, buy you a drink, make sure you’re nice and cozy, let you sit right on my lap in front of everyone.” Her copper fingers wander up your body and pinch your nipple, making you cry out. “I mean, I gotta show them you’re mine, right?”
“Yours,” you pant, “yes.”
“But it seems I underestimated just how much of a needy little slut you are, how I can’t even let you sit on my lap without you getting all riled up.”
You’re paralyzed by her fingers inside you, excited and terrified of what she will do next.
“So I think to myself, I’ll take you here while I finish up instead of sending you home and joining you later. I don’t wanna make you wait all alone. God knows you’d start getting off without me.” She curls her fingers again and you sigh deeply. She frowns at you. “Tell me you would have waited for me.”
“I wouldn’t…” you whine, “I would, I -”
Sevika smiles triumphantly.
“I know, baby. You just can’t help yourself. All evening you’ve been thinking about me filling you up, about my face between your legs. I’ll make it better.”
She pulls her fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth, standing up and pressing closer. You suck on them desperately, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
“Taste yourself, baby. That’s a good girl.” You moan around her fingers, sucking harder. “God, I love that pretty mouth of yours.”
She pulls her hand back and you let go with a pop before Sevika finally captures your lips with her own again. Her tongue presses into your mouth, wet and thick, sinking into you for a moment before she pulls back and runs her metal hand over her hair.
She rushes out of the office, boots heavy on the tile floor. You’re left alone on Silco’s desk, the cool air brushing against your wet folds. You shiver. After a minute, your girlfriend returns, still wrapped in her cloak. You shoot her a questioning look as she sits back down in her chair and scoots close.
“I need to finish this paperwork so the others can do their job in the morning. But if you’re so desperate, I’ll make the wait more enjoyable. She unclasps her cloak and lets it fall over the backrest of the chair. A bulge in her pants captures your attention. She wasn’t packing earlier, you would have felt it on her lap.
“For me?” You whisper, delighted.
You slide off the desk and step closer on unsteady legs before straddling your lover. Your foreheads touch as you slowly open the button on her pants and pull down the zipper, holding your breath in anticipation. A strap-on the same color as her skin is trapped in her pants, fastened into a boxer harness. You feel yourself salivate as you pull it out and weigh it in your hand.
“It’s so big,” you whisper. The strap-on you’ve used before at home is a lot smaller. You’ll have to fight to get this one in all the way.
“Oh, you’ll make it fit.” Sevika grabs your jaw and makes you look at her. “Won’t you, baby?”
You nod and lower your head again, feeling wetness run down the inside of your thigh and on Sevika’s pants. You grind forward and whimper as your clit grazes the base of the strap.
“You’re gonna sit on my strap,” Sevika says, “and stay there with me buried deep inside you until I’m done. No fucking yourself on it, no bouncing around and distracting me. You’ll stay quiet and you’ll be grateful that I allowed you to keep me warm while I work.”
“Yes, Sir,” you mumble.
“Now make it nice and wet for that pretty pussy of yours.” You hold her gaze as you let a thread of spit fall from your lips, perfectly hitting the head of the dildo, then you start spreading it with your fingers. “Good girl. Come on, show me how well you can take it.”
You lift your hips and guide the strap-on between your legs, slowly sinking on it until you’re halfway down. You feel impossibly stretched out, the pain making you slightly dizzy.
“It’s so big,” you gasp, digging your fingers into Sevika’s shoulders.
“Shhh, baby. You’re doing so good. Here.” She strokes your cheek with her thumb, then she presses it into your mouth and you close your eyes, sucking on it as you sink deeper. “Look at how well you’re taking my strap, baby. You look so beautiful like this, all filled up.”
Her metal hand grabs your ass hard, making you hum around her finger. You feel yourself hitting the fabric of her boxers with your clit and sigh, releasing her thumb from your mouth.
“There you go.” Sevika’s voice is gentle, soothing. “Now give me some time to finish up here, okay?”
You nod, still unable to speak, and let yourself fall forward against her. Burying your face in her neck, you wait until your body adjusts to the size of the strap-on inside you. Sevika is already absorbed in her strategy plan again. Slowly, carefully, you push your hips forward an inch. Your clit brushes against her boxers again and you press an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, repeating the movement.
You do your best not to disturb your hard-working girlfriend, moving your hips in tiny waves as you grow more and more desperate. You long to sit up and fall down on her strap again, long for her to slam into you. You’re growing wetter and wetter as you try to increase the friction to your clit, but there’s no way, so you have to content yourself with minuscule movements that send tiny flashes of heat up into your stomach.
At some point, Sevika wraps her mechanical arm around you, probably trying to get you to move less. You sigh into her shoulder and consider squeezing your hand between you to use your fingers on yourself. As if she knows what you were thinking, Sevika adjusts in her chair, making you shudder as she moves inside you.
“You’re not thinking of disobeying me, are you?” Her breath is hot in your ear.
“You wouldn’t dream of fucking yourself on my strap until you cum while I’m busy with work, right? You would never just touch yourself after we said you needed to wait, would you?”
“I wouldn’t!” You cry out, using the moment to grind forward and shivering with pleasure.
“You wouldn’t.” You can hear the smile in her voice as she tightens her arm around you and begins writing again.
If this goes on much longer, you’ll actually cry from frustration. You press your forehead into the crook of her neck, dragging it against her skin and nuzzling your nose under her jaw, rubbing your face against her. She sighs and jerks her thigh, thrusting the strap-on even deeper inside you. You bite down on her neck.
“Five minutes,” she growls through her teeth. “Five fucking minutes, Y/N.”
You still completely, hoping she’ll work faster if you wait this out. The sound of her pen scratching over paper is the only sound that breaks the silence. You can feel your insides convulsing around the strap-on, searching for movement, for friction, anything. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You press a chaste kiss to the small hollow behind Sevika’s earlobe. The pen clatters to the tabletop, then papers are stacked and placed in a drawer. Then, silence.
Slowly, you lean back and blink up at your lover through teary eyes. She cocks her head, looking at you with soft adoration, then she brushes a tear from your cheek.
“Hey. What’s this about?”
“I need you,” you whisper, grinding forward again. Her hands fall to your hips.
“Speak up, baby.”
“I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ve been waiting so long.” Your bottom lip quivers as you give her your best doe eyes again. “I’ve been a good girl for you.”
Sevika melts right in front of you. Her hands tighten on your hips and guide them upward. Both of you watch as the strap-on becomes visible.
“God,” Sevika breathes, “I fucking love your pussy. You’re divine.”
Not taking her eyes off the strap vanishing inside you, she suddenly snaps your hips back down on her. You cry out, the sound echoing in the large room.
“Yes!” You hold on to her shoulders and let your head fall back, exposing your throat. Sevika is there in a heartbeat, sucking a mark into the delicate skin as she pulls your hips up and slams them down again.
“Look at you, baby. You need it so bad, don’t you? Need me to fill you up and fuck you until you can’t think?”
You nod frantically, forcing your tired thighs to cooperate as you bounce on her lap, your gasps getting louder and more erratic.
“You’re already doing so well on your own, I’m not even doing anything.” Sevika’s hands massage your ass, spreading your cheeks. “Tire yourself out on my strap, baby, fuck yourself on me until you’re too exhausted, then I’ll take care of you. I’ll fuck you nice and deep, right on this table.”
She uses her metal hand to pull down the neckline of your dress, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking hard. You whine and start scratching her shoulders, trying to find purchase and ending up burying your fingers in her hair. Her other hand wanders lower, deeper in between your cheeks until her forefinger brushes over the sensitive ring of muscle there.
You pant, instinctively pushing back against her fingers. She grins up at you before sucking another mark into the soft skin of your other breast. Then she presses the tip of her finger inside and you pull her hair hard, making her hiss and sink her teeth into your soft flesh. You slam yourself down onto her strap, beginning to mumble curses, pet names, love declarations. You know you’re getting close, and you haven’t even touched your clit yet.
“I’m gonna come,” you gasp, and half expect her to punish you by stopping.
Sometimes, she edges you for hours, bringing you to the brink of orgasm dozens of times and denying you release until you’re a crying, begging mess. But she seems to have different plans today.
“Touch yourself for me.” Her metal arm holds you tight, supporting your movements.
She continues covering your breasts in lovebites and you shove your hand between your bodies, finding your swollen clit waiting for the final push over the edge. It barely takes three strokes of your fingers, and then you’re howling her name. Sevika pushes her finger deep inside you while she slams you down on her strap and bites down on your nipple.
Your orgasm seems to go on forever, your lover forcing your movements even as you hang limply in her arms, a long, continuous whine escaping your lips. When you finally come to, you tap her shoulder.
“Too much,” you slur, “too much.”
Sevika hugs you tight, letting you breathe for a moment as you sit with her strap buried to the hilt in your cunt. Then, she stands up and sits you down on the table, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up so she could see herself move slowly out of you. You lean back on your elbows, pleading for a break, just a moment to breathe.
“Uh-uh.” Her voice drips like dark syrup as she pulls out up to the tip and then slowly pushes forward again, stretching you out. The angle is even more intense like this.
“I know it hurts, baby, I know. You’re just a little overwhelmed right now, but you can take it. Take my entire strap, take it so deep, baby.” She bottoms out inside you and your eyes roll back into your head. “I’ll go slow for you, but I won’t stop. You just have to relax for me.”
Your heavy breaths fill the room as she keeps a slow pace, pulling out as far as she can and then driving home deep inside you. You feel exposed, your pussy on show for her, making wet, obscene noises as she fucks into it. After a few minutes, you feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach again. You need her closer, deeper.
You whine and grab at your lover’s strong upper arm, fingers slipping and finding no purchase.
“What do you need, baby?” She’s breathing more heavily now, struggling to keep her slow rhythm instead of slamming into you. You whimper again, pawing at her. “Use your words.”
“Harder,” you whisper. “Please.”
“Hmm,” Sevika cocks her head, considering. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? I’m not sure.”
“I have, I waited for you,” you whine, “I waited so long! Please!”
“You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours? Make you scream right here in Silco’s office, spread your cum on his desk? How bad do you want it, baby?”
You haul yourself forward, interlacing your fingers behind the back of her neck and pulling yourself close. Looking up innocently at her, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Sevika’s eyes flash and she thrusts into you hard, grunting. Then she spits in your mouth, hitting your tongue. You make a show of swallowing it.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Sevika growls and pulls your ankles over her shoulders, then she grabs your lower back and slams into you. You hold on for dear life, her breath mixing with yours in the small space between you as she spears you on her strap again and again.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, yes,” you moan and she crashes her mouth against yours, teeth clicking together and her tongue finding yours. You suck it into your mouth, desperate and hot, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling as her thrusts increase in speed.
Her hands are everywhere, over your back, in your hair, on your ass, on your neck. Her metal hand grabs your jaw hard and forces it open again. Some of Sevika’s spit hits the corner of your mouth and she smears it over your cheek, wild eyes boring into yours.
At some point, your strength leaves you and you fall back onto the table, arching your back and trying to find something to hold on to as she fucks you into oblivion. Your hand sneaks over your stomach, trying to reach your clit again. Sevika slaps your hand away.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes!” You force yourself to look at her. She smiles.
Then she spits on your clit and starts rubbing circles into it with her thumb. Everything else fades away. There is only the thump of her hips against your ass, her copper fingers digging into your breast, her warm thumb heavy on your clit, her strap splitting you open for her, her hot breath on your thigh before she bites into it and you’re falling into sweet nothing.
Your entire body convulses as heat explodes through your veins, knocking the air out of your lungs. You almost choke on the impact, drawing in a ragged breath and scratching your nails over the wooden tabletop.
“Fuck!” you manage to shout and fight yourself up on your elbows. Sevika has slowed down, staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Her mouth hangs open and her thumb strokes your clit again, making you jerk up and laugh breathlessly.
“No more, please,” you whimper against her lips. She runs the tip of her tongue over yours, then she looks down to where your bodies are conjoined and slowly pulls out.
You let out a relieved sigh, scooting forward to jump off the table. But Sevika is not done yet. She sinks to her knees between your legs and runs her hands up the insides of your thighs.
“Oh baby, you’ve made such a mess,” she purrs. “Look at that destroyed little pussy, leaking all over the table. Who’s gonna clean this up?”
You fight down the instinct to close your legs and escape her burning gaze.
“I don’t know,” you whisper.
“Do you want me to do it?” She squeezes your thigh and gently blows air on your sensitive clit. “Wash you with my tongue, make sure I get deep inside and swallow every last drop of cum?”
You caress her hair with a shaky hand, nodding sheepishly. You have no idea how you’ll survive this. But there is no other way, her face is determined. You sigh. “Yes, please.”
Sevika begins slowly by pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, making her way up to your pussy, and gently running her tongue over your clit. You shiver, knees trembling. Then she drags her tongue through your wet folds, meeting your gaze.
Your face is hot with exhaustion and the rush of intimacy. Sevika is so incredibly unapologetic about her desire for you, so unbothered by anything you might have hidden from another lover, so devoted to every single inch of your body. You had never known how good sex could feel before you met her. She lets you reach for the stars and she has never failed to bring them down to you.
Her broad tongue laps at you, evoking a pleasant tingle between your hips. She licks the tops of your thighs, the soft skin around your entrance, then she sinks her tongue inside and drinks you in. Her lips close around your clit and she sucks gently, making you moan and grab her head, pressing her closer. She grunts and sucks harder, dragging her hot tongue up and down over your core.
You can already feel yourself approaching another high, slow and gentle this time, but Sevika has other plans. Her mouth wanders lower, tongue pressing into the tender flesh beneath your entrance, then she pushes your thighs up for better access and goes even lower.
“Oh fuck, baby…” You’ve never felt her lips there, never known how intense it would feel. She laps up the wetness that has run down between your cheeks, then she swirls her tongue over your hole and gently pushes the tip inside. You let out a high-pitched moan and wrap your hands around your thighs, pulling them closer to your chest.
Sevika hums appreciatively and runs her hand over your ass, slapping it hard and kneading it. You can feel your nails digging into your skin and bite your lip, trying not to lose yourself. But then her tongue pushes in harder, teeth grazing your skin, and her thumb sinks inside your dripping cunt.
Her fingers lay gently on your clit as her thumb presses up against your g-spot. Her hot, wet mouth works on your ass and something wells up in your stomach, dark, dangerous, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You desperately pull your lover’s hair and her tongue pushes inside you again, fingers rubbing up and down your clit. Her thumb fucks you gently, shallowly. The combination is too much, it’s delightful and torturous and oh, oh -
Your orgasm hits you without warning, slams through you like an explosion and in the middle of it, Sevika’s mouth keeps eating you out, her fingers don’t stop moving, her moans envelop you and make you feel safe as you ride out your high.
When your body finally stills, sweaty and numb, she gently pulls out and lets herself fall into her chair. You roll your head to the side and watch her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before she runs her eyes up your body, caressing every inch of it with her loving gaze. When you hold up a hand and reach out, she pulls you up and lifts you off the table, right into her lap again. Your clit grazes the cold, sticky strap-on and you flinch - too sensitive.
“Shhh.” Sevika strokes your hair and presses tiny kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your mouth. You both have to smile against each other’s lips. “Want me to take you home, baby?”
You nod and bury your head in the crook of her neck. She chuckles quietly, adjusting your dress to the correct position again. Then she bends to pick up your underwear and pockets it without comment. You help her remove the strap-on from her boxer harness and she lets it fall into a small bag she wears under her cloak.
When you finally stand again after what felt like an eternity, your knees are still wobbly. Your girlfriend wraps a strong arm around your back and you hold on to her waist. You fall into step as you walk toward the door, boots thumping a heavy rhythm. Sevika flicks off the light and locks up.
When you’re out on the street again, people give you curious looks that quickly turn into respectful nods toward Sevika. You must look thoroughly fucked. And as if on cue, wetness starts leaking out of you, smearing between the tops of your thighs with every step. You smile and press your temple against your lover’s chest. She squeezes your shoulders and kisses the top of your head.
“You okay?” she asks in a low voice. You smile up at her.
Bonus: The next morning. Silco's office.
“The next time I find an imprint of your girlfriend’s private parts on my desk I’ll personally hand you over to the enforcers.”
𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜
Warnings: mention of insecurities and sensitive topics! |pairings: sevika x reader, vander x reader, vi x reader, jinx x reader, viktor x reader, mel x reader, Caitlyn x reader, and ekko x reader|proofread: no <3| authors note: sorry for the late post, bare with me because school just started back up for me and im failing all my classes :,)
- If he were honest, he’s insecure of his hands.
- To him, he’s caused a lot of pain with his hands
- Not to mention their coarse and dry
- The effects of not having lotion
- However if you were to ever hold his hand in yours, rubbing the palm of his hand with your thumbs while setting soft pecks to his knuckles..
- He m e l t s
- Especially after a long night at the last drop
- He would talk about his day as you massaged his hand, a faint blush painted over his cheeks.
- Your insecurities however, he always knows what to do to make you feel better
- If you have scars, he’d show you his own from all the fights he has been in before.
- He’d recall every story of the scars and tell you, holding you in his lap.
- “Your tough, don’t let that getcha down, alright?” He’d say while cupping your face in his hands
- If your insecure of your body weight, he always lays on his bed while laying your body ontop of his, rubbing your back while sitting in a comforting silence.
- He’s warm, and his beds warm. It’s comfortable warm, not that sticky type of warm.
- Will 100% let you borrow his shirt if you want to wear it.
- It’s a bit baggy on you, but it’s ok because you can smell him while hiding in his shirt.
- her scars
- Of course she has more than just one insecurity, but her main one is her scars
- Almost all of them have a negative story behind them that she’d rather not talk about.
- You could tell if she’s even feeling down or feeling a ton of dysmorphia, because she gets 80% quieter
- If you two were sitting in your home she’d lay her head on your shoulder, pulling her knees to her chest while taking a deep breath
- If you were to pull her into your lap, she’d get teary eyed
- She’s used to holding you, but never being the one held by you
- She likes it, but also hates it?
- But in a good way
- Either way, she’d slowly doze off in your arms while hiding her face in your chest
- On the days were your insecurities are getting the better of you, she’s immediately asking what you need from her.
- If you need some space, she’ll give it to you
- If you need to be held, she’s holding you as close to her as possible
- If you have scars or stretch marks, she’s massaging the places your scars are while singing a soft lullaby she remembers she’d sing to her sister whenever she was feeling down
- Works weirdly enough, soon your in her arms sleeping peacefully
- she’s always insecure about if she’s good enough or not
- Ever since the night where vi left her, she’s constantly worried about overdoing something
- Her hallucinations never help, just make it worse
- However your voice? Listening to you ramble about something useless? Helps her so much
- She’d hold onto you tightly while listening to you ramble about a story from that day, playing with the collar of your shirt or your hair
- Somehow always dozes off like vi
- When your insecurities are getting to you, she doesn’t know what to do
- So you have to tell her if you want to cuddle or not
- She’d sit you on her bed and sit in your lap, drawing on your arm while occasionally giving you compliments
- “Your perfect toots, anyone says different I’ll kill ‘em for you” she’d say while drawing a monkey face on your arm
- she’d be insecure about her scars on her face
- She seems like shes never insecure, but deep down she’s worried someone is staring at her scars on her cheek
- She’d often smoke or drink more when she’s having these feelings, but if your around she’d have you in her lap while doing either smoking or drinking.
- If you were to delicately draw over the scars while humming a song, she’d melt in your hands
- She’d put her drink or cigar down to place her hands on your waist, holding you closer while sighing contently
- Just like vi and jinx, she’d be at a loss when your feeling insecure
- But she’s learned from you that cuddling helps so she results to that
- She pick you up from wherever you two are and take you back to your shared apartment, laying on your guys bed while holding you
- If it was your scars, she’d understand. She’s got plenty of them
- If it were your weight or stretch marks she’d also understand.
- She definitely has a few stretch marks so she’d understand where your coming from
- She’d rub the lower part of your back while holding you close, staying quiet unless you’d ask her to talk to you
- she’s insecure of never being enough
- She’s always had to live up to the way her mother wanted to see her, so she’s always been worried that she’d look down at her
- She’d start feeling insecure about not being enough even by just sitting there and thinking to herself (me too 😭🤚)
- So when you notice she’s extra quiet, you ask if she’s ok
- This somehow makes her eyes start watering and has to rush somewhere with you more private so no one saw her like this
- She’d take you to an empty room and just hold onto you tightly, taking shaky breaths while hiding her face in her hands.
- You’d pull her close and hug her, asking her “what is it?” And she’d finally break, mumbling out everything she’s thinking in that moment
- This helps her a lot, since she’s just been bottling up her emotions for most of her life
- Finally talking about it helps her a l o t
- When she hears about your insecurities, she’s pulling you to her room immediately to comfort you
- She’d run a bath for you two along with lotions of your favorite smells and your comfiest pjs, telling you how beautiful you are with or without your scars or weight.
- of course hes got his Hefty lift of insecurities
- His leg is one of them, but hes always gotten used to it
- However, he’s always worried if you would decide to leave him one day for someone better than him
- Like jayce, he’s able bodied and buffer so he’d always worried you’d break up with him for jayce
- Of course he isn’t open about it
- He’d stay quiet, giving you some space while occupying himself with his work
- It was a rainy night and viktor was staying in his lab half the day.
- You’d visit, asking him whats wrong and why he’s been avoiding you.
- He’d shrug, looking off to the side. “Vitya, what is it?” You repeated, pulling a rolling chair next to his before sitting in it. He’d sigh, looking at you with slightly watered eyes as he hesitantly told you what was wrong. You’d pull him close, hugging his waist “i’d never leave you Vitya, i promise..” you’d tell him quietly while running your fingers through his hair.
- If you were ever feeling insecure, either about your scars or body, he’d always go to one way of comforting you
- He’d take you to your guys couch, sitting you down before wrapping you two in a blanket, handing a mug of hot chocolate while playing your favorite movie.
- He’d wrap an arm around you, holding you close to him “your the definition of perfect” he’d tell you while kissing your head
- like viktor, she’s worried you would leave her
- Not for someone better, but because she couldn’t be her best
- She’s constantly trying to better herself and her appearance, trying to impress you.
- She’d be sitting infront of a painting she was working on, however not being able to add anything to it. Her mind was running 100 mph, thoughts coming and going. Her thoughts ranged from her appearance to how she should’ve dealt with a problem she faced earlier that day.
- You were sitting near by, doing something while glancing up at mel. You immediately noticed her tense shoulders, walking over to her. “Hey, everything ok?” You asked, hugging her from behind. Shed sigh, setting her paint brush and pallet down before turning to you to hug you back. “Define okay” she said quietly while laying her head on your shoulder.
- She wouldnt want to talk about it, only wanting to sit in silence while holding you close to her.
- If she heard you were feeling insecure about yourself, she’d immediately draw the two of you a bath or take you for a walk.
- She’d rub your shoulders and over your scars/stretch marks, telling you how beautiful you are.
- i feel like he’s insecure about his nose
- The face paint on his nose makes his nose less noticeable to him, just knowing somethings covering his nose brings him some type of comfort
- One day you and him were laying in his bed, him hugging your waist from behind while laying his head on your shoulder
- He doesnt have to tell you if he was feeling insecure, you’d somehow always find out almost immediately
- He LOVES holding you close to his chest, hiding his face in the crook of your neck
- The two of you would have occasional small talk, him drawing shapes on your side while you two talked
- If you were feeling insecure, he’s already pulling you with him to take you out on his hover board.
- He’d take you to the tallest building in zaun, a perfect view of piltover and the sun setting
- Hed wrap an arm around you, pullinng you into his lap while laying his head on your shoulder.
- “Hey, your beautiful, you know? No matter what you might think, everything about you makes you beautiful..” he’d tell you, looking at you before setting a kiss to your lips.
•Being in a Relationship with Sevika•
Radiates Top energy.
Sevika is a dom. Not a switch. She will never be a willing sub to you either. Not even for one night. Not even if you ask.
Metal arm. The things she can do to you with that metal arm.
You're not going near Shimmer, fuck no. She's not letting you get addicted to that crap.
It's not as though she chose to have Shimmer in her life, after all.
Tries to keep her dirty business away from you.
Loves to have you perch on her lap when she's gambling. You straddling her thick, buff thighs as others watch, jealous and confused.
Sevika loves the reactions from other people, especially men who have tiny egos, when they see you two together.
When they see how devoted you are to her and how possessive she is towards you.
Sevika will flat out kill whoever looks at you the wrong way, makes a pass at you or even thinks about catcalling you.
It makes her very pleased to see how few people don't bother you now since word got around that you're together.
How even when she's not right beside you, just the notorious mention of her name and that you belong to her, is enough to keep scum away.
Though Sevika still secretly worries about you because you are her only weakness and she doesn't want enemies to use you against her.
She will never allow you to be hurt just because you fell into the wrong crowd.
Just because, somehow, astonishingly in her mind, you fell in love with her.
Don't even try asking Sevika to quit her heavy drinking and smoking. It'll be like talking to a brick wall.
But, you've come to find the taste of tobacco and booze on her tongue pretty alluring.
Acts like a tsundere almost. Will act like you bother her, like she's irritated at any attention you give her but inside she secretly enjoys it.
Okay, she actually loves it.
She loves having someone dote on her.
Someone to clean her wounds. Someone who genuinely cares that she comes home safe. That she lives.
And, now in any fight she gets in, all she sees in her mind is you.
Your smile. Your kindness. Your good heart. How she has to live to see you again. Live to keep you safe.
Sevika loves when you beg. She loves the way your bottom lip downturns when you pout.
She likes you needy. Needy for her touch.
Will never say she's sorry in any argument, even when she's in the wrong.
But, after giving you hours of silent treatment, she'll come home and pick you up in her large, dark arms and throw you on the bed.
Her "sorry" will be to make the whole night about you and send you into ecstasy.
Will probably never tell you she loves you outwardly.
Sevika's love language is physical. She will protect you. Fight through all of hell for you. Die for you. But, say those three little words to your face? She'd rather lose her other arm, too.
But, in the early hours of the morning when you're curled up between her caramel colored, muscular arm and the cold metal prosthetic, when she thinks you're asleep, something out of character occurs.
Sevika will actually cuddle you. Her warm, human hand, which is so often rough, will trace the curves of your body. Will tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
In her husky, deep voice she will whisper her affections to you. She'll say it into your skin as she kisses your neck and pulls you even closer into her toned chest.
You will never, ever tell her that you're secretly awake during those rare, tender moments.
Just knowing how loving and romantic she can be, when she thinks you can't hear her, is enough. It melts your heart.
Sevika has a rock hard exterior, damn near bulletproof even but deep, deep down, you've made her soft and her heart is all yours.
how sevika took your first (18+)
Summary: it's your first time, and you are super nervous. but sevika is extra gentle, and takes very, very good care of you.
Pairing: sevika x pillow princess reader (lmao sorry i had to)
Word Count: 962
Tags: soft sevika, heavy smut, fluff, wlw, useless lesbians
You would be very nervous, because she was definitely a lot more experienced than you.
You wanted to look pretty for her, so you wore some lacy lingerie but now you were also sort of embarrassed because she could see everything. But she loved every single part of your body. She thought you looked like a work of art, laying in the bed beneath her.
You would try super hard to hide your blushing face, but she could always tell.
Sevika would be surprisingly very gentle at first, because she could see how scared you were. She would give you soft, teasing kisses all over your neck while holding your hand.
“Does it feel good when I do this?” she would ask in a low whisper as she tortured your sensitive skin with her full lips. “What about this~?”
You would moan while gripping onto the bedsheets as she kissed you, because it felt really good and you didn’t want her to stop, not even for a second.
When she could sense you were more comfortable, she would lightly pull down on your bra, and tease your nipple with her tongue.
She paid very close attention to how you reacted to her every motion, and would slow down if she saw that you were being overstimulated.
Sometimes, she would pause in the middle and ask if you liked it, and remind you that she could stop whenever you wanted her to.
Occasionally, as she planted kisses over your chest, stomach, or shoulders, she would say, “You’re so fucking beautiful” just so you knew she really did appreciate every single part of you.
She would run her hands from the curve of your waist all the way down to your round hips, just so you could really feel the way her skin felt against yours.
So you wouldn’t have to second guess that she would stop for nothing to leave you absolutely breathless.
While she kissed you all over, she would purposefully brush her hands against your panty, just so you knew that she knew you were thinking about it.
It was a twisted little game she played on you, but you weren’t gonna lie and pretend you didn’t absolutely love it.
She could tell you were beginning to really enjoy it. From the way you buckled your hips, or curled your toes, to how you squeezed so tight on the pillow your head rested on.
“Y/N…,” she would say. “What would you think about.. me going inside of you?”
She would nod, gently prodding at the tops of your panty with her strap, trying to make out what sort of expression you had on your face in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
“Okay, but just go slow.. Please.” You braced yourself for her by grabbing a tuft of the bedsheets into your fists.
She would gingerly tug off your underwear, smirking when she saw how much you glistened underneath the moonlight that poured in through the side window.
Sevika would take her fingers and rub you so achingly tenderly, causing you to cross your thighs over the other and arch your back into the mattress.
When you were wet enough, she would slowly sink into you until she filled you up all the way.
“Shit..” she would breathe. “So fucking tight..”
You would blush uncontrollably, whining into the sheets as she pushed deeper inside of you.
“Sevika.. It hurts..” you would gasp, starting to tear up a bit.
“Sh..” she said. “You need to relax.” She would lean down and plant painfully perfect kisses all over the side of your neck. “Just focus on how my lips feel..”
You weren’t used to this at all. How soft Sevika was to you when she wanted to be. How much she paid attention to your every motion, every expression. The way she adjusted herself accordingly so you were as comfortable as possible.
You would grip onto her strong arms, trying your hardest to calm down and breathe.
Slowly but surely, you felt yourself opening up to her. Her strap suddenly felt like it ignited a fire in your core, as if it lit up something inside of you that you never experienced before.
She could feel your walls gradually begin to loosen up around her, incentivizing her to start moving, even if it was a little bit. You were delicate. She wanted to take care of you.
As soon as she pulled out, and then rammed back in, you could feel her brush up against your most sensitive spot.
“R-right there..” you would manage to whimper out when she hit that spot again.
Sevika wouldn’t stop until you came. It was her greatest reward. Watching your legs shudder as you clasped your hand over your mouth. How your shoulders shook, chest heaved, cheeks flushed, lips parted. And how fucking adorable you sounded when you moaned. Her favorite part.
When you two were done, she would pick you up and have you on her lap on the couch while she sparked a blunt and nursed a glass of whiskey. She might take a smoke, and then shotgun it into your open mouth just so she could watch you stick out your tongue for her.
She would place her mechanical hand on top of your thigh, caressing the side of it absentmindedly every now and then. She would also let you rest your head against her shoulder, watching you fall asleep in her arms while she stroked your hair lovingly.
She was happy you trusted her enough tonight to let her take your first. Because she was willing to take your second, third, fourth, fifth whenever you wanted. You just had to say the word.
Girls night (NSFW)
Everyone’s reaction to reader coming back from a girls night tipsy and horny
I thought this idea was wayyy too funny
18+ minors DNI
Probably was at the girl’s night with you.
If you smack Mel you’re losing access to your hands and they will be pinned.
She completely understands getting caught up in the moment but she isn’t the one to slap. It’ll just be used as an excuse to steal your soul.
This girls got gadgets you’ve never even heard of and they’re all gonna be working at their highest setting tonight.
Accidentally traumatizing Jayce and waking up to enough noise complaints you could swim in them.
At first she’s a pouty puppy. Hasn’t even noticed that you’re tipsy and hella horny. She’s too caught up in feeling bad for herself that you left her at home to spend time with your girls.
She has to get a good look at you before she realizes what’s going on and smirks.
Handsy, hot and bothered, she’s liking this side of you.
But then her pants are coming off, and wow you taste like hard liquor and when did you get her top off?
As soon as she realizes you’re moving a little too fast for her she panics.
Locked herself in the bathroom and sat in the tub till you passed out by the door.
At first he’s excited to see you. He’s ready to hear about all the places you’ve been and what you guys talked about until he sees this carnivores look in your eye he’s never seen before.
You pretty much jump his bones.
You’re going to break the man. You’re squishing his face and he’s fighting to breathe while you’re having some of the best sex the two of you have ever had.
Moans in confused and a little scared cus what the fuck is going on.
He’s half out of his mind while you’re bouncing on him and only really comes back to earth once the two of you are done.
Littered in bite marks and can’t look you in the eye in the morning. Doesn’t even know who you are anymore. This is going in his journal.
Babes can do more than handle you. You’ve met your match with this one. She doesn’t really care if you’re gripping her hair hard if anything it makes her work harder.
Bite her she’ll bite back harder.
She’s gonna chuckle into your mound while you grind yourself against her face. Usually you’d never even think about sitting on her face because you’ve said it before you’re too scared you’ll suffocate her. It’s hard to believe the words ever left your mouth at the sight of the two of you.
When the strap comes out if you get wild she’s just gonna enjoy the show. Completely ignores you when you try smacking her. Only really cares about the faces you’re making cus you look cute.
Sevika can take a couple of hits this is a piece of cake.
Someone missed you while you were gone as much as he hates to say it. He tried distracting himself with work but couldn’t help thinking about you and how cold you’d left his presence.
He waits for you at the door so once you come stumbling in he’s getting mowed down immediately.
Congratulations you’ve caught the king off guard and wow this is definitely a new position, have you always been this flexible? What are you doing to his body?
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Arcane Characters + Washing Each Others’ Hair
sfw go nuts
With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel
gender/body neutral, I tried to write this race neutral, please let me know if there’s anything funky in here
It’s hard to get Viktor to relax. He’s always working, always trying to improve in the name of progress, you worry for him. That’s why you’ve dragged him into the tub, back and leg brace removed, work set aside for an hour or so as you lovingly wash each others’ hair. He has very talented hands, his long fingers massage your scalp perfectly.
“I will admit I, eh, should probably work less. If this is what I get for taking a break, I certainly could be convinced to rest more…”
Jayce is actually the one who arranges the bath. He feels bad for being gone all the time, between the Hextech and his position on the Council he doesn’t spend very much time with you. You knew that going into this relationship, but he still feels bad. When you come home with groceries that night, he has you leave them on the counter and takes you into the bath. This is as much relaxation as apology, for him.
“Do you like this shampoo? I thought you would, it smells good, right? Here, lean your head back for me.”
You and Silco do this on mutual bad days. When you’ve had a frustrating day running Zaun and dealing drugs, you collapse into the tub together to wash the day away. He spends a long time rubbing in the shampoo, enjoying the feeling of your hair under his fingers. He acts with surprising tenderness, this is one of the few times he can fully relax and be vulnerable with you.
“Here, come here. Just… sit with me for a while. I trust you won’t try to drown me?”
Vander is sort of too big for your tub, and you certainly don’t fit well in it together, so you have to sit in his lap, because he wants to bathe with you and wash your hair and he will not hear otherwise. It’s a nice break format he kids, at least. For some reason, he loves washing your hair but is shy about you reciprocating, he has trouble accepting care form others.
“Ah, darl, you don’t have to— ah, that is nice. No, no, you can. Ha, thank you, bird.”
Ekko doesn’t wash his hair often, although you often care for his locs; if he ever takes them out for a bit he always asks for your help with detoxing, washing and restyling his hair. Of course he loves to help in your hair care too, it’s a little ritual for you two. But these moments, sitting in a hot bath with his hair loose, just enjoying the closeness are very special.
“Thanks for helping me with this, honey. You feel like helping me put the braids in? Later, though, I’m comfortable.”
You often forget how much fucking hair Jinx actually has. It’s always braided, so you forget that it actually reaches the floor when it’s loose. It surrounds you in the bath, floating around you like a blue cloud. It’s a bit of an ordeal washing it, so she greatly appreciates your help with it. She’ll wash your hair while you’re working on hers, she likes to scratch your scalp.
“You’re so sweet to me, trinket. Do you think we need more bubbles? I say we do.”
Vi is unused to having the luxury of a bath over a quick shower, so she finds this all very luxurious. Even if it’s just a tub full of hot water and some soap, having the time to spend with you, exchanging tender touches, she isn’t used to this. She may or may not fall asleep in the bath while you’re washing her hair, if she’s had a busy day.
“Hm? Ah, shit, sorry cupcake. Didn’t mean to pass out on you. Eugh, I’m all pruny. Let’s go cuddle somewhere drier.”
You and Caitlyn do this every night, as a sort of ritual. You’ll come home from your respective jobs stressed and tired, but you always have time for a hot bath. It’s how you unwind, spending time together, washing each other’s hair, chatting about your days, it’s a very calming part of your day. It helps you both to separate work form home— and cuddle, of course.
“How was your day, love? Ah, that does sound annoying, I’m sorry. Well, we’re here now, right?”
Sevika doesn’t actually like baths that much, they mess with her arm and she gets impatient just sitting around. She’d rather have a quick shower and cuddle you in bed, but she can appreciate the hot water on her sore muscles and your hands running through her hair. She will playfully noogie you when she washes yours, though, expect no mercy from her.
“What? You asked me to wash your hair! Hey, don’t take that tone with me, mouse. I’ll start splashing.”
Mel goes all out for when you bathe together. It’s a whole event, rose petals, bath salts, candles, fancy soaps, wine, the whole nine yards. She has a super intense hair care routine to keep her curls Immaculate and she greatly enjoys when you help her with it. She likes to read to you while you put in all her hair oils and leave-in-conditioners after you’re out of the bath.
“How’s the wine darling? Good? I’m glad. Yes, I thought after the week we’ve had we deserve a little reward, yes?”
Taking baths/showers with Arcane characters?
Can be both fluffy and steamy! I'll do both!
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader
Tags: established relationship, overworking, romantic fluff, gentle kissing, slightly suggestive content, naked cuddling, gentle kissing
A/N: I love domestic asks like this.
Jinx is used to taking really fast showers. She gets in, cleans up and gets out, simple as that. You encourage to enjoy it. Showers are for cleaning up yes but they can also be very relaxing. You want her to see that aspect of it too. It doesn't have to be a chore.
She still takes quick showers if you're not taking them with her though. But if you are with then she doesn't mind spending a few extra minutes basking under the warm spray of water. What she loves most of all is when you wash her hair, it's quite long so she likes when you help her with it.
"Ya know, I might actually enjoy it of ya're there with me. I like having ya close and hey, ya said it's about relaxing right? Well I happen ta be very relaxed when I'm with ya."
Not only did Vi have to take quick showers but they were also really fucking cold. The first time she got to soak in a warm tub you thought she was gonna live there for the rest of her life.
Of course she encouraged you to get in the tub with you. And you did. It turned into a little more than a bath. Ever since then Vi loves getting home and take a warm bath with you after you have dinner together.
"Well today was hell, I'm gonna go take a bath, my whole body feels sore. Do you wanna join me? No, it won't be an hour! This time... Come on Cupcake, I missed you."
Caitlyn loves to take showers with you. After a long day of paperwork, reports and patrol there's nothing she enjoys more than a long relaxing shower with you.
You honestly felt a little overwhelmed the first time you stepped into Caitlyn's bathroom. It was a little much, sometimes it still is but Caitlyn is very good at making sure you keep your attention only on her. She'll often give you little kisses while helping you wash up or just want to stick close to you in general, never keeping her hands away from you for too long.
"Can you pass me the soap? Thank you, I know I'm a little bit late today, you could have taken a shower without me you know. Yes, I enjoy your company as well, here, can I wash your back to make it up to you?"
There's not a lot of warm water to go around so you and Ekko always take baths together. He loves it though, it means he can spend more time with you.
The tub you share is quite small so usually he'll sit with his back pressed to the end of it and have you sitting between his legs. He likes to kiss you while you wash up and he also likes that you get a little ticklish when he tries to help you out.
"Oh come on sweetheart, I know you're ticklish but you need to stand still for me. Yes, of course you can clean me up too? Or is that just your sneaky way of asking to have fun in the bath? I wouldn't be opposed but we really do have to get clean first, I don't want the water to turn cold."
Silco doesn't normally take long baths or showers. He has a lot of things to do and only so much time. Much like Jinx he just wants to get it over with so he can get back to work.
It took you a while to warm him up to the idea of longer baths. Now he actually likes taking them, even without you as they help him destress. Of course its even better with company. Silco has a lot of scars on his body so he likes it when you give him a nice massage to help him relax even more.
"Do you find it a hassle, darling? I'm not very good as massages myself and you? Your hands feel like magic. Come here, I can help you wash up, just turn around for me. We can stay a little longer, I like how warm you feel."
Surprisingly enough Sevika loves to take long warm baths and showers with you. As Silco's right hand woman she doesn't a lot of time in a day to actually let all her worries melt away.
Now of course there's also the fact that she doesn't even bother to hide the fact that loves the look of you naked and wet, pressed up against the wall as her hands are free to roam your body.
"Can you stand still for me sweetheart? I need to get the soap and you're making it kind of difficult to reach like this. Yes, fine you can wash my hair later. Why do you like that so much anyway? The intimacy? If being intimate is what you wanted all you had to do was ask."
Viktor didn't always have the luxury of actually taking a bath. It used to be just a quick soak to get the dirt off. Even now when he lives in Piltover he still doesn't look at baths as something to be enjoyed. Just another thing on his schedule.
Trying to coax Viktor into a bath with you is often like trying to coax a cat. He just wants to get it over with as soon as possible. Oh but you know a trick. When ever you tell him you're gonna wash his hair he becomes like a little puppy, leaning into your touch as you massage his scalp. He will return the favor of course, maybe take in an extra few minutes with you, talking about your day.
"You must know magic no? You know how much I hate wasting time. Yet you seem to have a way of getting me to do exactly what you want. No, no, we can stay here a bit more. I kind of... like it, when you're here. Oh, maybe I can bring my board here and I can... ouch! What was that for?! Fine, no working, I get it. So strict sometimes."
Jayce gets dirty a lot, so he has to take multiple showers sometimes. However he only takes a bath when he's with you. Showers are something he does on his own, baths are to be enjoyed with you.
He likes to take you in his lap while your hands roam his body or when you tangle them into his hair. He laughs and smiles as he kisses your skin and rinses the soap and shampoo off both you bodies before you're both wrapped up in soft, fluffy towels.
"Honestly I've been waiting for this for the entire day, love. No really. I have, you know how much I love doing this. Now come on, let's get ourselves cleaned up. And no dirty business. This time."
Mel doesn't just have a bath, it's a whole pool. When Mel's asks you to take a bath with her she means at least an hour of soaking in the warm water.
She always likes to to take her time with you, whatever it may be. You've wasted countless hours tracing the lines of her golden back armor, kissing the spot between her shoulders just before she would turn in your arms and slowly, very slowly wash your body with a loofa, after which you would do the same for her.
"I never get tired of the grin on your face whenever you take a bath with me. I would hope that's because of me, my darling. We can take our time of course. Would you like rose petals as well? Or perhaps another flower?"
Reader buys lingerie as a surprise but sees herself in the mirror, gets embarrassed, starts to take it off but they walk in and see her in it?
arcane + accidentally walking in on you wearing new lingerie
ft. Vander, Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Finn, Grayson, Marcus, Mel, Sevika, Chuck, & Howl
cw: suggestive themes, lingerie, fluff, fxf, fem!plus sized reader
Heat rises to his cheeks and blood runs South. He immediately closes the door behind him, hulking frame shadowing your smaller one. His eyes rake over your form and a smile forms across his face. Like he can read your body language perfectly, he cups your cheek with a single large hand. His fingertips brush along the pretty pale blue lingerie, thumb fiddling with the bow at the center of the brassiere.
"You look beautiful, darl. Always. Were you shy about wearing this? No reason to be, you look perfect."
A low whistle exits her lips before she even has the chance to process her horndog thoughts. She's circling you like you're her cute little prey. Vi hooks a knuckle around the loop of fuchsia lace, rubbing the material between her thumb and forefinger.
"This looks really pretty on ya, darl. Were you worried I wouldn't like it, why are you so upset? Hmm? I think it looks perfect on you--yeah, makes your body look great. I'm pretty freaking lucky."
Thinks she's looking at a treat, honestly. She's in awe of your beautiful and how the material clings to you. Caitlyn is able to recognize the brand immediately and smiles-- she also wears a similar kind.
"Are you nervous, love? Don't be. It looks wonderful on you. But if you are feeling uncomfortable, we can find something better suited for your form and comfort levels, hmm?"
Duo-colored eyes immediately widen and for a split-second you think you see a tint of pink covering his ears. He clears his throat, closing the bedroom door and quickly crosses the short distance from the door to where you stand fidgeting in front of the full-length mirror. Silco quickly takes note of how you fiddle with the red lacy fabric.
"My love, why are you so nervous? You look divine, that piece absolutely suits you. Though, if I may--" his lips curve over your ear. "I'd much rather see these on the bedroom floor."
Bounces on the balls of her feet around you, fingers fiddling with the bows that rest on the brassiere straps. You're wearing pink/blue cotton candy like top and bottoms. Her eyes are sparkling with love and admiration.
"New set, toots? Looks great! It'd look a lot better on the floor--kidding! Unless? Haha, you're so easy to fluster, firecracker! For real, it looks really good on you."
The grip on his cane tightens and a noticeable flush rises to his cheeks as well as yours. You'd just begun unclasping the back of your black lingerie set, the expanse of your back visible and shoulder strap slipping down off your shoulder to reveal a good handful of side boob.
"If I had known you were waiting for me at home like this I would have left much earlier, my dear. You look exquisite. It suits you well, would look wonderful with that new sheer shawl, no?"
Nearly has to hold onto the wall for dear life because he has to be dreaming right now. He feels a little dizzy, like he's been rocking back and forth on his feet for far too long and the ground is starting to tilt.
"Whoa... Amazing. You've always been beautiful but this soft orange color really does magic for your eyes. What would you call this? Salmon orange? Is that even a thing? Do you mean peach? Haha, okay, babe. My apologies, darling, you look wonderful."
He was looking for a spare culture tube and his favorite Erlenmeyer flask for a new test he was working on when he noticed you dressed in all of your finery, a lime green bra with matching bottoms and golden flowers accented within the semi-sheer fabric. You knew how much he enjoyed seeing you in gold, even if you felt nervous.
"Holy shit, babe! You look hot! Look at your tits! Oh, was that not the right thing to say? You're beautiful, of course! You wanna try to take it off? Why's that-- you look great! Though, I'm certainly not opposed if you want to be naked around me instead."
She had just dropped by home to pick up a book to enjoy on her lunch break. Grayson only entered the bedroom on the hunt for her book when she catches you in such a state. She notes your tenseness right away and chooses not to mention it, jumping right into a genuine compliment.
"Oh, goodness! I apologize, my love. I did not know you were getting undressed in here. Is that a new lingerie set? You look beautiful, my dear. As always, of course."
Whistles low from where she leans up against the door frame. She removes her toothpick from her mouth, dark eyes wandering up your exquisite frame wrapped in delicate purple lace.
"Don't you look like a special treat, doll." She smirks, toothpick toying with the edge of her lip as she slowly makes her way toward you with heavy footfalls of her boots. "Better get to unwrappin' then, hmm?"
Her instinct is to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear only to remember her hair is wrapped in her locs with golden accessories holding it upright. You look ethereal, like a goddess with your sheer golden lingerie. There's something refined about the way you stand, as though you're royalty.
"Every day that passes, I swear I'm that much closer to the angels and the afterlife. Your beauty is unparalleled. Life may never know of peace when a goddess walks among us mortals. Was that too corny? I quite liked it."
Look, man just wanted to get his lunch. He didn't know he was coming home to a full meal. He really didn't expect you to be dressed in such a pretty dark navy blue, like the midnight sky graced with thousands of stars, standing in front of the full length mirror.
"You look gorgeous, honey." He clears his throat. "This is a new set, yes? It looks really lovely, the color suits you well. Brings out your.. ehm, bountiful assets."
He needs to take a moment to collect his thoughts but he can't he can only focus on you and the beautiful powder blue lingerie you wear for his eyes and his alone. It matches his jacket, he realizes. And it takes everything in him, all of his strength, to not rip that set off your body and ravish you with every filthy fantasy he can concoct.
"Were you waiting long, my honey? Terribly sorry. You look lovely and as much desire as I have to see those particular items on the floor right now and have you beneath me--we must be leaving for our reservations soon. I am a man of my word."
Instantly swallows nervously, eyes wide with appreciation. He crosses over to you, taking your hands instantly to stop your incessant fretting. He'll admire how the green lingerie hugs your supple flesh. Thieram can hardly believe you'd go to the trouble for all of this for him. Well, for you, too.
"W-whoa.. This all for me? Wh-why are you trying to take it off? It looks beautiful, I really like it on you. Yeah-- I really do. Such a pretty color, compliments you very well. Ah, you want my help in taking it off-- you're sure? Okay then, anything for my girl."