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piscespetals · 5 months

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summary: in which sevika becomes your roommate. read part one here

content: fluff, angst, lesbian disaster

word count: 4k

sorry for the long wait! i've been very ill and it's taken a long while to recover since i'm immunocompromised. let me know your thoughts!

Chapter Two

Sevika is right...

Her friends are nice.

The first time that you meet them is two weeks after she moves in.

She tells you that she initially, “Just wants to show them the place.”

She asks if you’re okay with that.

“Of course,” You respond, taken aback by the question.

You have a feeling that Sevika will do that often–ask for your permission, that is.

A part of you is flattered that she respects you so much to do so.

When they arrive, there’s two of them. One is a short heavy set woman with a buzz cut and gauges. She has striking cheekbones and smells nice. Her name is Hazel.

The other is a burly man, maybe ten years your senior, with a greying beard and ash brown hair. He wears clunky boots, something that you notice about him immediately and his name is Vander.

Hazel hugs you upon introduction. She has a tattoo on her neck in red ink; a viper with its fangs bared. The sight catches your breath. Instantly, you decide that you like her.

The four of you make your way throughout the flat. It’s easy to laugh along to Vander’s terribly corny puns and Hazel’s witty side-remarks. Sevika is the tamer one of the trio, which is not something you had expected, yet makes sense nonetheless.

When you all have made your way to the living room, the setting sun shines through the blinds of the patio door. It must be closer to dusk–a time of day that you often enjoy.

Your stomach grumbles and your nerves have settled to near nonexistence. With a sense of ease, you turn to Vander and Hazel and ask, “Would you two like to stay for dinner?”

You can tell that your offer shocks them. The original plan was for their visit to be short. At least, that’s what Sevika has assured you of. But you didn’t seem to mind their company for a few hours more.

“We’d love to!” Vander replies, without hesitation.

When you glance towards Sevika, she’s peering at you with bright sparkling irises. A slow smile creeps onto her face, one that displays her pearly whites and gap. A buzz of exhilaration shoots through you. She winks, a small notion that somehow manages to speak a thousand words.

Your veins nearly explode.

Your teeth gnaw on the inside of your cheek, as you struggle to contain yourself from bursting into a shit-eating grin.

There’s a routine to you and Sevika’s livelihood.

She usually cooks the meals. You do your best to clean the house afterwards. Though you're not much of a cleaner, Sevika’s presence seems to make you want to do so. She’s particular about her living space. She likes everything tidy and organized; two words that you weren’t very familiar with before meeting her. But she somehow makes those traits easy for you to adopt.

She likes to grocery shop. You don’t take kindly to those sorts of errands; that was a chore that Mel used to happily complete. But now, it’s been delegated to Sevika.

When she arrives back home from the store, you meet her in the parking lot. She always looks mighty and powerful when she pulls up in her shiny black truck.

And it feels natural when she regards you with a warm grin, climbing out of her ridiculous vehicle with ease. You never fail to smile in return. Because smiling around her is the easiest thing to do–nearly as easy as breathing.

She slips a few bags of groceries into your arms–which always seem to be the lightest loads–while she grabs the heavier items. And the both of you walk back to the apartment, glued at the hip, chatting about everything that comes to mind. Or, on some days, nothing at all.

Conversation is never a necessity around Sevika.

Her presence is, invariably, more than enough.

Sevika has a girlfriend.

It’s brought to your attention a month after she moves in. One day, Sevika asks you if her girlfriend can stay the night. “Is that okay with you?” She mutters, during the early hours of the morning.

You were aware that she had started seeing someone, but you didn’t think it was so… serious.

Not serious enough for her to want the woman to sleep over. Not serious enough for her to ask your permission.

“If it’s not,” She adds. “I completely get it.”

She wants to know if you’re okay with that idea. Oddly enough, the fact that she’s merely asking for permission is a gesture that spreads warmth inside of your chest.

But there’s also a much stronger emotion that washes over you. For some reason, your instinctive reflex is to wrinkle your nose. You catch yourself trying to cloak that reaction by diving your nose into your mug and taking a hearty gulp of your tea. The liquid burns your throat.

After you swallow, you turn your back towards her, expressing a sudden interest in the toast she’s made you. Suddenly, you aren’t as woo’d by her request to make you breakfast. Did she butter your toast because she wanted to? Or because she was trying to lift your spirits, in hopes that you’d be okay with meeting her girlfriend?

Your mouth sours. “Why would it bother me?” Your voice is hoarse from lack of usage. “You’re a grown woman. You can have anyone over that you’d like. I’m not like,” You clear your throat. “Your mother or anything.” Then you shove a piece of warm buttery toast into your mouth. You aren’t the type to eat toast on a daily basis, but since she’s moved in, you have. You hate how much she makes you love it. “Plus, you're on the lease. So this is your place too. You don’t have to ask me for permission.”

She hesitates before replying, “It's the polite thing to do.”

You roll your eyes.

Polite this and polite that.

Sevika’s always being polite with you, even when you don’t ask her to. Even when you don’t feel like you deserve it.

Even when you’re being anything but polite to her.

You hate that about her. She makes your muscles relax and your toes simultaneously curl. She makes your heart leap whilst somehow causing your breathing to even. She makes you feel like a walking contradiction. She makes you…

She makes you–

“She’s your girlfriend, Sev.” You don’t mean to seem disgruntled when you say this. But somehow–you just are. “If you want her to be here, let her be here.”

You grab your mug then your plate of toast, and head to your room.

“Thanks for breakfast!” You force yourself to sound chirpier. It’s an attempt to smooth things over, because you feel bad for being grumpy, even if you don’t have the emotional intelligence to actually correct it.

She doesn’t reply and she doesn’t follow after you.

You shut your bedroom door with a sigh.

You meet Sevika’s girlfriend later that night. It’s brief.

You had been eating pizza while watching reruns of The Nanny in the living room. Your mouth was full of crust when Sevika came traipsing through the living room, introducing you to her girlfriend while holding her hand.

“This is Monica,” She said.

The first thing you noticed was that Monica was pretty. Big chocolate brown eyes, russet brown skin and a leggy figure.

Your chewing came to a halt then, eyes widening in surprise. A part of you wanted to shrink at that moment, due to your faded old tshirt and sweatpants. Monica was the sort of woman that you’d probably find yourself ogling any other day. But today was different, because she was Sevika’s Monica. And that made you feel…weird.

“Your tights are ripped,” Was the only reply you gave, zeroing in on the exposed patch of skin above her knee. It was the only flaw that you could spot at first glance. It was the only thing about her that didn’t make you feel small.

“Oh,” Monica mumbled, gazing down at her leg. “Um, thanks for.. Letting me know?”

Your lips pulled into a toothy grin, “Anytime.”

“Alright, well..” Sevika’s sentence trailed off as she took a few steps toward her room.

“I ordered pizza, by the way!” You called, hoping to keep her there. Just for a few more moments. “It’s from that favorite place of yours on Eastern Avenue.”

Her lips twitched when she peered at you, halting her steps. “You’re the best.”

“I know.”

An awkward drag of silence filtered in.

Suddenly, you were aware of Monica’s presence again. “It was nice meeting you… Melissa, is it?

A laugh track from The Nanny sounded. You don’t remember the TV being so loud.

“Monica.”

“Oh, right.” Your grin widened. “Monica. That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

When you tore your gaze away from her, Sevika was grinding her jaw, glowering at you.

Your teeth clenched through your smile, and it took all of your strength to keep from laughing. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Monica!”

She hummed quietly, seemingly offended. Sevika’s steps quickened.

Seconds later, her bedroom door slammed shut.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t bothered by the idea of Sevika having a girlfriend. But it's not for the reasons that someone would assume.

You don’t care that she’s interested in another woman. No, that’s the least of your worries. You totally don’t care about that at all.

She can date whoever she wants to date.

It’s none of your business. Plus, she’s merely your roommate. Nothing more.

What you do care about is the fact that Monica doesn’t seem right for Sevika. Even though you're still trying to figure out why you feel that way—it still rings true to you hours after meeting her.

When you walk into the kitchen every morning, you’re normally met with the sight of Sevika making toast. You greet Sevika, and she talks with you about everything going on in her life.

It’s a routine that the both of you have made.

But Monica disrupts that.

It begins with her standing in the kitchen beside Sevika the morning after she sleeps over. And she's eating toast.

Your toast.

Melodramatic or not, that’s your first straw.

“Hey,” Sevika smiles.

“Morning,” Monica chirps.

You’re tired, eyes half shut, bonnet nearly slipping off your head and lips chapped.

You try to muster up enough energy to be genial.

But that’s disregarded when you see Monica reaching for a burgundy mug with yellow daisies.

Your favorite mug.

Your eyes widen and your lips part.

“Oh,” Sevika mutters, swiftly grabbing the mug from Monica’s grasp. “That’s not yours.” She sets it down infront of her, before reaching for another mug and holding it towards Monica. It’s one that you rarely use. “This one is.”

Monica blinks owlishly, a little thrown off by Sevika’s quick interjection. But she takes the mug with nimble fingers, muttering, “Thanks.”

When you walk closer towards the island, Sevika tilts her head towards the daisy-ridden cup. It’s tea. “I hope it’s warm enough.” She says.

You’re groggy and still trying to recover from your fatigue. You had a late night. But you do have to admit that Monica’s presence doesn’t help your sour mood.

A part of you is aware that your dislike for Monica isn’t rational. But a bigger part of you doesn’t care.

“You look exhausted.” Sevika says.

You take a swig of tea. She’s made it exactly how you like it.

“My colleague’s been out of office for a while so,” You sigh. “I’m stuck with the brunt of her work.”

Sevika’s lip tightens. “That doesn’t sound ethical.”

“Probably not. But,” You shrug. “That’s the way it’s going to be for now.”

Another swig of your tea while silence envelops the room.

Monica rests her head against Sevika’s shoulder, nibbling on her toast absentmindedly. You allow your gaze to linger on her for a few moments. She's close to perfect. Clear skin, sleepy doe eyes, pouty lips.

You don't question how she's caught Sevika’s attention. Anyone would be enamored by Monica’s beauty.

That's something that you can at least acknowledge.

“Toast?” Sevika mutters, pulling you out of your reverie. When you glance at her, she’s waiting with a quizzical stare and quirk of her eyebrow. She's caught you staring and the better half of you feels the need to look rueful. But you settle for a small smile and shake of your head.

“No, I’m alright. I'm going to start some work soon.”

“Already?” Creases form in her forehead.

“Early bird gets the worm.”

You need a distraction. Sevika’s been taking up too much space in your brain lately. Especially since Monica is in the picture.

Work will help you recenter yourself—and it'll be nice to get out of the house.

“See you later,” Monica interjects. Her voice is much smaller, eyes trailing to you slowly with a tentative grin.

You find yourself halting, thrown off by her voice.

For a small, small moment, you had forgotten she was there.

Your eyes flicker to Sevika, who’s watching you with an incomprehensible expression. She rubs her lips together, creating the smallest craters in her cheeks. Cheeks that look quite soft to touch—to caress.

You blink away those thoughts before they have a chance to plant a seed of other desires into your mind.

Nodding, you manage to return Monica’s grin, “See you.”

Then you're heading back towards your bedroom.

Sometimes, Monica is with Sevika while she grocery shops.

Those are the instances that you wish, more than ever, you had tagged along with Sevika instead.

Those are the few moments that you feel a sudden desire to embark on errands that you usually hate.

It’s been a little over a month since you’ve met Monica, and Sevika certainly didn't wait long until she started having her way with the girl.

It’s not like Sevika isn't allowed to have sex. You should have known this would happen at some point. This is her home too. And she’s an adult. She can do whatever she wants in her room—with whoever she wants.

But it starts to become an issue when you hear it.

Initially, it makes you laugh a little. Sure, it’s a little uncomfortable and causes your stomach to knot in a nauseating way, but it’s also fairly comical. The night begins with you relaxing in your room, watching a Julia Roberts rom-com on your television, while eating a bowl of ice cream. A loud knocking noise erupts halfway through the movie, and is what makes you pause your movie.

Then, fervorous cries are heard seconds later.

“Fucking unbelievable,” You mutter, jaw falling slack.

You listen for a few moments while ice cream drips onto your cleavage. Then you frown at the sound of Monica wailing, passionately, “Oh Vika!” Which is followed by, “Oh my god. You're so good..Too good.”

Those words, within itself, are traumatic enough for you to press play on your remote and raise the television volume up to a thundering 40 decibels.

The next morning, when Monica is long gone, you sit in the living room with Sevika. She’s going over tattoo designs in her sketchbook, looking completely domestic in a pair of grey cotton sweats and a baby blue crewneck. You hate how enamored you are by the beauty of her brown skin, and how it seems to pair perfectly with the color of her sweatshirt.

Liza Manelli sings before you on the television screen—surely a choice of yours rather than Sevika. But your roommate always seems to be content with whatever you put on.

It's only when she glances up from her sketchbook, catching you mid-stare, when she truly looks at you for the first time that day. She’s been absent minded for the majority of the evening.

She sends you a smile, “Hi.” She addresses genially.

“Hey,” You swallow.

Then you take this opportunity as a cue to begin your complaint about the previous night. She’s in a good mood right now, and it’s better to hash it out sooner rather than later.

Sevika listens intently. And when you're done, she nods, presses her lips into a firm line before apologizing earnestly.

Of course, you accept her apology right away.

“All is well,” You respond.

Then, without more than a beat that passes, you find yourself adding, “Besides, from what I heard, it must have been worth it. You're too good, apparently.”

Sevika lips part, eyes darting to you with traces of shock. “Oh my god.”

“I mean,” A slow smile stretches across your face. “You're far, far too good.”

She groans. “I hate you.”

“Oh, Vika!” You mock, hand flying to your heart. You present your best impression of an impassioned Monica, voice lilting up to the same squeaky resonance as hers. “You're just…too-”

“Jesus. Shut up.”

You laugh because it's easier to laugh about it. At least when you do so, you aren't allowing yourself to focus on the nagging lump at the back of your throat.

Seconds pass before Sevika’s laughter joins you.

The next time Monica sleeps over is three days later. You find the pair slipping into the apartment late at night, hand-in-hand, while they steal quick kisses from each other. You're sitting in the dining room, watching it all unfold with a mug of tea in your hand.

“Fancy some tea?” You ask.

Monica screeches, jumping away from Sevika as her hand flies to her chest.

Your roommate halts her movements, turning towards you with a snap of her neck and a string of colorful words.

The lights flicker on.

“What the fuck?” Sevika grumbles.

“Sorry. I shouldn't have interrupted,” You raise your mug. “No need to stop on my account! I’ll head back to my ro-”

Deep lines etch into Sevika’s forehead. An incredulous expression paints her features. She shakes her head, almost out of pure disbelief. “Why the hell are you sitting in the dark?” Her grey irises flash with a hint of annoyance.

In all honesty, you had been scrolling through Facebook on your phone and must have lost track of time. You were having trouble sleeping again and your usual habit of music playing wasn't helping. So you decided to make yourself a cup of tea.

It’s past midnight; a time that Sevika is rarely out. If she does stay out this late, it’s because she's spending the night at Monica’s residence. You hadn't exactly expected either one of them to come walking through the door. But since they have, you might as well pick some fun.

You clench your teeth through a smile, trying your hardest to suppress your laughter. “So, I’m guessing that’s a no?” You clarify. “...To the tea?”

Monica seems to be coming down from her fright, staring at you with furrowing eyebrows and a frown. Sevika rolls her lips into her mouth, placing both hands on her hips as she gazes down at the floor and leans onto her heels. You can tell that you're trying her patience. You’ve been doing a lot of that lately.

From your articles of clothing laying around the house to the sound of your music playing late into the night—you've really been testing her. It’s something that you’ve found yourself doing ever since you overheard her and Monica having sex. An act of rebellion? Sure. Immaturity? Most definitely.

No matter how much you try to talk some sense into yourself, nothing can really dissolve the feelings that you have towards that night.

It’s affecting you deeper than you currently understand.

“You have a little something right…here,” You say, raising your hand to the corner of your mouth. Your observation is directed towards Monica, and she mirrors your actions, wiping away at her smudged lipstick. “Oh, you almost got it. Sev, why don't you help the poor girl out?”

Sevika hardens her gaze at you, a warning that you should probably heed.

A warning that you, instead, disregard.

Standing up, you grab your mug and add, “Last call for tea? Going once?”

Monica lets out a bitter chuckle, peering at you under her lids before muttering something under her breath. She shakes her head, directing her attention to her nail beds.

“Twice?” You turn towards Sevika, who remains unamused. “Well, you can't say I didn't offer.”

You're not sure why that exactly makes Sevika snap.

Any other day, she'd happily say yes.

But tonight, you’ve seemed to provoke her.

Instead of being met with her charming smile, you're inflicted with the sight of steel eyes and hard lines.

“May I speak with you for a moment?” She doesn't wait for you to respond, instead, turning on her heels and walking towards the living room.

You follow after her, without so much as a glance towards Monica.

“What is it?” You ask, the moment that you step into the kitchen. You're barely able to get the question out before Sevika flips around, nearly knocking straight into you.

You stumble backwards, attempting to regain your balance, as your head tilts back to meet her gaze.

There’s something about the way that Sevika towers over you that makes you feel emotions you’ve never experienced before.

You generally don't like to be around people who diminish you; who make you feel small. Despite the obvious height difference, Sevika’s never been the type of woman who’s made you feel like that—even with all of your insecurities considered.

But even in that moment, it’s almost as if she could swallow you whole.

As if she could consume you.

Even with all of her fiery anger considered…

Even with—

“What's your problem?” Her question comes out cold and harsh.

It takes a lot of effort for you to not flinch. You aren't used to her having such an attitude with you—this is something completely new.

“My problem?” Your response is akin to someone being deeply insulted. You don't even try to hide your anger. “Am I not allowed to enjoy some tea in my dining room, for Christ’s sa-”

“That's not what I’m talking about and you know it.”

“I don't know what else you could be referring to.” Your arms fold across your chest while your wall of defense grows a foot taller. “Is it because I scared you? Scared her? I didn't think you’d be home. I assumed you would be at her place.”

“Why are you acting like this?”

Your lips purse as you roll your eyes. “...Don't know what you're talking about.”

“It's not like I haven't noticed it—she notices it. The way that you are around her…” Sevika tilts her head. “Are you trying to scare her away? Do you not like her? Because if so, I’d suggest that you say whatever the hell you need to say instead of acting like a teenager.”

Her breath mingles with yours, eyes flickering over your face with urgency. Looking. Searching for something.

Then she’s pulling away, putting space between the both of you as she leans against the kitchen island.

Her attention diverts to the surface of the countertop, shoulders heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Although you probably asked for it, the effect of her words still land on your heartstrings, tugging painfully. Your ears ring and your gut twists.

“I ran out of my ambien.” You announce, voice taut. “So if you fuck her tonight, will you be a dear and do so quietly?”

You set your mug in the sink, but with more strength than you intend, so it falls over with a loud clatter. Out of the corner of your eye, Sevika startles at the sound.

When you walk past her, her hand that is closest to you twitches. Then it moves, as if she’s reaching to stop you, but you're already swatting her away.

“Don't,” You say, just loud enough for her to hear.

Her hand falls. She concedes. A low curse slips from her mouth, but you don't stay around long enough to address it.

Instead, the apartment remains silent for a few breaths as you slip back into your bedroom and ignore the cruel echo of regret.

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sevsdollette · 9 months

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Not So Sweet [Sevika x fem reader]

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49324864/chapters/124546213#workskin

content warning: still smut. (MDNI) they’re at the brothel this time. fingering, edging, strap on. bondage and like dub con, i guess? obviously reader is into it but Sevika just kinda does what she wants with her to teach her a lesson. brat taming.

summary: It seems like she’s not a customer anymore. Your night could’ve been peaceful, and surely your coworkers would be jealous of you taking their business.

chapters:

1. Relaxing Night

2. A Long Night at Work

note: this one’s fun. tell me why i cared enough about zaun currency to read a reddit post to learn about it. probably still got it wrong too bc i skimmed :/ still in love with her and trying to include more backstory. the reader is like very much based on my arcane oc because why not? it’s my writing i do what i want. also i just really like that story so i want to put it out there. anyway, this one is like just all smut. not much fluff, sorry, but the next one will have plenty of playful banter. hope you like :) (proofread? never heard of her)

—————— 18+ ——————

Life at Babette’s wasn’t nearly as bad as some could picture it. The job itself already gave you a place to sleep—a roof over your head. You were at a point where you were worth enough that only tolerable customers came through. Sure, you had your share of creeps, but most were clean and civilized.

Babette was like your family at this point. You’d been working for her since you turned 18. She had been promising you a job for years before that but wouldn’t allow it until you were old enough. The enforcers would take one look at a minor in her house and arrest her, even if you weren’t working. The day you turned 18, you got off the street.

The worst part was the enforcers. They would raid the place, looking for any drop of shimmer or illegal coins. Some were just trying to do their job. Others would pin you to the ground and cuff you if you blinked at one of them wrong. They’d have their fun teasing you, trashing your room “searching” for illegal activity, before spitting on you and leaving with nothing.

In another life, you were a fighter. In that life, you’d had your fair share of enforcer blood on your hands.

But in this one, you were already too beaten down to care.

Piltover had taken everything from you, much like it did to everyone else. You were one of the only workers that didn’t accept Topside clients. They could go fuck themselves; they didn’t need your help.

That was part of the reason fucking Sevika gratified you so much. It made you feel like you were really pissing off the enforcers, screwing the crime ring’s best fighter. You were helping her grow her forearm strength that night.

You hadn’t run into her since that night. It had been about a week and you’d been lying low. You never knew with those sorts of situations. People could always have ulterior motives. Besides, the lesser known brothel down the road had been raided a couple days ago and you were preparing for the day they came to you.

Sevika surely intrigued you. Given the chance, you would fuck her again, but you knew the likelihood of that. She was too important to hook up with the same person twice. She had every woman in the undercity at her disposal. You were just a whore.

—

The night was still young as you sat up after your last client. They were an excited couple that was much too interested in having a third.

Some of the party left a little disappointed.

In the end, the husband was just watching you take care of his wife. The idea made you chuckle even now.

On your bedside table was your payment. Five silver and two bronze. They didn’t tip well.

Your room at Babette’s was one of the largest there. Lavish curtains hung from the ceiling like it was a deep purple and black circus tent. Silver beading and faux gems hung around the banisters of your canopy bed. The lighting came from low lamps and dripping candles scattered around the room.

The bed, of course, was the centerpiece. It was even on a raised platform compared to the rest of the room. It was a large king with the softest silk a Zaunite could ever touch. There were secret hooks and straps hidden on the sides for easy access, and the bedside tables were packed full of toys.

Other than the bed, There was a small lounge sofa, a mirror, a long plush rug, and a swing. There were other small pieces of furniture around like cushion chairs and little tables, but nothing to be paid attention to.

You got used to your feet and walked down to the other half of the room. You approached the mirror, checking if they left any marks and if they messed up your makeup too badly.

Everything seemed good, and you checked the rest of you. You were wearing a tight black velvet corset with a straight neckline that pressed your chest up. It was part of an underwear set that connected to garters and thigh-high stockings. Your heels had been tossed somewhere around the room, and you didn’t care to find them.

On the coffee table beside the sofa was your mask, which you promptly slid back on. It was simple black and covered down to the tip of your nose. Thin silver laced the edges.

You fell onto the couch, lying across it like a luxurious woman and not an undercity whore. You had the glamor of a woman from Piltover but not the reputation.

You closed your eyes, taking this brief moment of silence. Of course, you could hear the distant sounds that came along with the job. Erotic noises came from nearly every room around, but they blended in after so many years of being there. Someone was always laughing, screaming, moaning, and weeping.

A moment later you rang a bell for the interns to come in and change your bedsheets. They did so quickly and left without saying a word. You were glad. They were a bitchy bunch trying to take your job. All because they thought they were hotter, prettier, or more skilled.

They weren’t.

Out in the hall you heard someone approaching in clicking heels. The curtains to your room slid open, and your coworker Zanira poked her head inside. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around for you somewhat frantically. “Babe, you’ve got a customer coming.”

“Okay.” Your brow furrowed at her. Usually there wasn’t an odd warning before a customer. They just walked on in. You blinked at Zanira. “Let them through?” You didn’t know how to respond in such a random interaction.

Zanira pursed her lips, obviously wanting to say something, but she just nodded and closed the curtain. Her heels clicked as she walked away, and heavy footsteps replaced hers. They were getting louder.

The curtains rustled, being pushed open for the large frame that entered.

A sly smile spread on your face as you watched her look around for you. When her dark, gray eyes met yours, you cooed, “Come back for more?”

When you heard her footsteps you assumed it was some ghastly man coming through for a quick fuck. This was a pleasant surprise. Though, whatever state she left you in would surely impact how the rest of your workday went.

Sevika pulled the curtains closed and clipped them shut. You followed every movement of hers, focusing on how her fingers flexed as she tied the curtains shut. “I heard you’re an expensive one,” she said, eyes sliding back over to meet yours.

You nodded proudly. “It takes a golden hex to get me to do anything.” It took you years to earn your reputation.

“Hm.” She looked over all your furniture, analyzing what the two of you had at your disposal. “What’ll you do for three?”

You smiled mockingly, cooing, “Fall in love with you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then I’m glad I only have two.”

You scoffed. You didn’t need her attitude if that’s all she was here to give. “What brings you here? My girl looked a little alarmed when she saw you coming through.”

Her brow creased and she turned fully to face your side of the room. “Am I not allowed to be here? I come all the time.”

“Yes, but you usually stay with the more… docile of our servers.”

She liked submissives. You’d heard their cries every now and then when you knew she was around. When you would speak to them and they’d mention her, they’d whisper with blush in their cheeks and a prudishness to their words.

You were no such doe.

“Come here and I'll show you why.”

You cocked one eyebrow. “I’m not moving until I see money.”

For just a moment, her strong demeanor faltered. Did she really expect you to crack like that? It was almost cute. She was disappointed. You weren’t like the easy sluts down the hall that listened to her every beck and call.

“What?” You pulled yourself up by the back of the sofa. You now sat across it like a model. It was enchanting and you knew it. “You think just because we hooked up at a bar that you don’t have to pay me?”

That was an off-the-clock fuck for fun. For actual pleasure. If she found you while you were in this room, she had to pay you. There was no premium pass just because of what happened in the back room of the Last Drop.

Though, you wanted her. Half of your brain said “so what? Whatever will happen will be worth much more than whatever she’ll pay you”. The way she stared down at you made you hot. She was there for one reason, and, hell, you wanted to make sure she got what she came for.

“You weren’t asking for payment the other night. Say, by the way you looked I doubt you even remembered what a hex looked like at the time.”

Images of what the two of you had done came flooding back (as if they ever left), and you pressed your thighs together slightly.

Still, curtly, you asked, “Is that so?” You faked a pout. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Your vulnerability is showing, Sevika. Don’t be so desperate, now.”

Her face hardened into stone, and she looked down at you with stern eyes. You would be lying if you didn’t say it excited you. This little game the two of you played was pure entertainment.

She stalked over to you and stopped when she stood above you. You stayed lying back, acting as cool as could be. She leaned down, placing one finger under your chin to tilt your face up to meet her eyes. She didn’t smile as she said, “You’re real cute when you act like you’re in charge.” She pointed across the room. “In bed. Now.”

A shallow breath fell from your lips and, yeah, just like she said, you couldn’t even remember what money was. You wanted her again—you needed her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fuck, you’d make up the money some other way.

You stood up, slipping past her as she ran her hand down your back and watched you go. Her gaze was like glue to your backside, you could tell.

“And get rid of that fucking mask.”

You threw it to the floor.

You crawled into your bed, pushing the covers back and sitting up by the pillows. Across the room, Sevika walked over slowly, pretending to be interested in everything else in the room but you.

When she reached the bed, She stood at one of the banisters, leaning against it and crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head to the side. “Water too cold for you?”

She shook her head. “Not at all.” She gestured to all of you. “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her tone had you wishing you would listen to her. She did something to you no other fuck did. Just the way she raked her eyes down your body made you shiver. But you couldn’t let her know that.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I’m not doing anything to you until you do, and if you don’t start listening to me when I tell you the first time, we’re going to have some problems.”

“Then I guess we have problems.” You stuck your bottom lip out, mocking her.

She sighed, raking her hand through her hair. She looked back down at you. “Come here.”

You crawled forward, stopping at the edge of the bed where she was and getting up on your knees to meet her eye level.

“Oh, but you’ll listen to me now?”

You smiled. “I choose what I want to do.”

“Yeah, alright.” She wrapped her hand around your throat. “I thought you learned your lesson last time. Now, I’m losing faith in you.”

She squeezed just tight enough to have you dizzy. You grasped her forearm, leveling yourself and she held you up just slightly. Excitement riddled your body and you felt yourself getting wet. You wondered how much longer until you broke.

“And, gods, you’re gonna have to stop talking,” she growled, getting close enough to your face that you could smell her.

“But—“

She pressed a metal finger to your lips. “No.”

You swallowed a boulder. Her grip on your neck was starting to have you see stars. It was heavenly. She leaned in, but flinched back when you tried to do the same. She held an ironic, menacing grin as she held you still and kissed you.

It felt like a wash of relief. As much as you were playing to cool, you wanted her so badly. Your panties were ruined and soon you would be too. The heat in your core was nearly unbearable.

Her hand squeezed just the slightest bit tighter around your throat and she had you gasping. You clawed at her forearm and she continued to kiss you, sliding her tongue beside yours. Instead of letting you win, she took one of your frantic hands and brought it down to your underwear, encouraging you.

The room was rocking and spinning around you. Sevika kept you wrapped in her kiss as your shaky hand slipped into your underwear and you dragged one finger through your folds.

A strangled moan ruptured your kiss. Sevika moved to kiss your cheek, jaw, and then your neck as your fingers began to circle your clit. The feelings together were the perfect mix, and you felt yourself relaxing into her touch. Despite this being only your second time together, she knew exactly where to drag her teeth to have you moaning into her ear.

She took her hand from your throat, caressing it down your body as her metal arm kept you firm in her grasp. You needed it. You kept a slow, torturous pace on yourself and it was starting to make you weak. You’d finish soon if you weren’t careful.

Sevika kissed down your neck and across your collar. Her arm hooked around your waist and reached for the laces of your corset. “How do I get this off of you?”

You could hardly think with your hand still massaging your clit. With your free hand, you reached behind yourself and felt around for the right tie.

She was impatient, taking her sharp metal finger and slicing through every row of laces.

“Sev!”

The corset fell off your front and she pushed it out from between the two of you. She stared down at your breast, taking one in her hand as she muttered, “I’ll get you a new one.” She rolled your nipple between her fingers, having you sigh. “Now, shut up.”

“You can’t make me—“

Her lips caught you in another kiss and she led you to lie down on your back. She moved you so the two of you were lying properly in the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming. You rubbed your clit faster as she seemed distracted with your breast. She dragged her lips down your body and took one of your nipples in her mouth. She ran her teeth over the sensitive skin, sucking it into her mouth. The sensations of all your pleasures made you feel electrified and you could stop from moaning her name.

You were expecting a boring night. But this was anything but that. her figure over yours was enough alone to send you over the edge. Just to know that you were in her arms, being ordered around by her, being punished by her, was maddening. You felt dizzy even without her hand around your throat.

Just as you thought you were going to cum, she pulled your hand out of your panties.

“But…” Your eyes got lost in hers.

“You really don’t stop talking,” she grumbled. You watched as she leaned over and pulled one of the drawers of your nightstand open. Excitement fluttered in your stomach as you wondered what she was grabbing.

She came back with a cloth tie. She sat back between your legs, holding it up menacingly. “Maybe this’ll help you shut up.”

Before you could protest, she was wrapping it around your head and tying it tight enough that you couldn’t speak. The gag pressed into your mouth and you bit down on it with as much attitude as you could, glaring back at her.

“There,” she smiled. “So much prettier when you’re quiet.”

You spit curse at her through the cloth, only becoming more irritated as she nodded along mockingly. As if she could understand every gargled word. Her grin only widened with every nasty word.

Her coarse hands ran over your ribs, reaching around you to flip you over on your stomach. “Stay there.”

And before you could jerk your hands up to move or untie the cloth, she had your wrists pinned behind your back. They fit between the grasp of her calloused palm snugly and she held you still.

She was reaching over again, grabbing another tie to keep your wrists together. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you were more obedient.”

You lay there, completely at her disposal, as she picked up your hips and moved them where she wanted. You were on your knees, shoulders and face pressed into your sheets, and growing wetter by the second. Your clit still pulsed from your fingers, and you needed her to touch you.

Everything she did to you was different and electrifying. Hundreds of people came to visit you but none knew how to touch you like she did.

You turned your head to one side, craning your neck to see her behind you. She was pulling her shirt off and then her bra. It was an entrancing sight, watching the muscles in her shoulders and neck move to pull the clothes over her head. Her brow was tense with focus as she dropped her things off the side of the bed.

You looked at her bare figure, nearly moaning just at the sight of her. You needed to see her pants come off too, but she was done, looking back at you with a hooded stare. She was devouring you with her eyes. it sent a shiver up your spine.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest against your back as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. Her breath was hot against your bare neck, and the sound of her breathing so close to your ear made your core drip. She groaned as you pushed your ass up against her hips, her teeth biting down on the back of your shoulder.

Her hands ran down the sides of your torso, dragging her fingertips over your skin to make you shiver. Her hands rubbed the underside of your breasts, massaging your soft mounds.

She cupped your breast in her hands, pressing them against her palms as she pinched your nippled between her fingers. A sigh fell from you as you continued to grind your hips back against hers.

One hand moved down your front, toying with the edge of your panties as she bullied your nipple until it was sure to bruise.

“You don’t need these, do you?” She asked.

Before you could even try to respond, she was ripping through the fabric and pulling it off you. She discarded the tatters before slipping her hand back down and diving into your sensitive folds.

“Mm,” she hummed, collecting your slick on her fingers. “So fucking wet, and I was starting to worry you didn’t like me.”

The tips of her fingers began to push into your entrance, causing you to relax into the mattress as a moan slipped past your clenched teeth. Her two fingers curled inside of you, her palm rubbing your clit as she set a slow and burning pace.

The cool metal of her arm slid around your hip, guiding you to ride her fingers. She forced you to comply with her slow pace though you wanted to rest your finish so badly. With every curl of her fingers, she pressed hard against your most sensitive spot. Your soft walls tensed around her hand, dripping down her knuckles as she left a hickey on your upper back, right where your muscle met your neck.

It was hot and painfully slow how you rutted against her hand. A slow moan slipped from you as she tugged at your sore nipple once more. She rolled it in her fingertips, massaging your soft tissue as she rubbed your clot against the bone of her palm.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby,” she groaned. “Can’t believe I’m fucking a whore like you.”

A blush spread across your face as you whined, grinding your hips faster to try and get her to speed up. You cried her name with a demand to get her to do what you wanted, but it only came out as a string of muffled grumbles.

“What was that?” Her voice was laced with teasing pleasure. It was dripping with amusement. She pulled her fingers out a bit just to shove them back in harshly, having you suck in a hard breath. “You’ve got something in your mouth, babe. I can’t understand you.” She said it so plainly it was like you didn’t already know. Like you were just that fucking stupid.

She seemed to be taking pity on you, ravishing in the way you squirmed when she went faster. Her assault was unwavering as the pleasure spread throughout your body.

Heat shot to your head as you felt your orgasm coming. Your body was frantic, trying to grind and ride her hand just the way you needed to finish. Stray curses and moan were muted by the gag. The cloth was now soaked with your spit and drying out your tongue.

“What’s that?” She taunted, “You’re close, aren’t you?” Her gravelly voice right by your ear. You nodded quickly, face rubbing against the mattress as your eyes snapped open to look at her. The hair was falling out of her ponytail and curling over her forehead as she hovered behind you, close to your neck.

The constant rubbing of her fingers inside of you had you hardly hearing her. The room was filled with your strangled, muffled moans as all you could focus on was chasing your finish.

As quickly as you felt the orgasm coming, she pulled her fingers out of your soaked cunt. The sudden loss of sensation had you twisting under her, hard and angered words spat through the gag as you flared back at her.

“Hey—hey!” She gripped you by the hair on the back of your neck, tugging your face up to look her in her eyes. “Don’t be suck a fucking brat. You’ll get what you want, be patient.”

Your hair slipped through her fingers as she dropped your head back down onto the mattress. Your face smushed into the sheet as your lower half went cold. She moved off of you, once again reaching into your nightstand to find something else.

Your eyes widened as she pulled out a strap that was bigger than one that had ever been inside of you. That one was only for you to use on other people. You didn’t think it could fit in you.

Her name was butchered through the gag as you tried to get her attention. She was too busy pulling the harness over her hips to care about your worries.

Her pants had already been dropped to the floor, and you fought your hardest to break your wrists from the tie she’s put them in. You wanted to feel the strong hacks of her thighs. Her plain black underwear was low on her hips, revealing how far her deep purple scars went down her body.

“Sev…”

Her eyes flicked up to you. Her face was shadowed with lust. Even if you could tell her that would be too much, she wouldn’t listen. You could still see your juices on her two fingers as she walked back over to the bed, crawling behind you.

“I know,” she assured, rubbing your ass and hip. “You’ll be okay, baby. I know you can take it. You talk a lot of shit, but I see right through you. You like it when I treat you like this.”

Your fingers clenched as you tried to pull your wrists free. She only took it as an opportunity to reach down and kiss your knuckles gently. As if she was trying to be chivalrous and sweet.

A final snarky remark was spat into the gag, and this one was louder than the last. A sharp sting spread across your ass as she spanked you. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as she smacked you again, the pain tingling under your skin. It lingered as she adjusted behind you and began to rub her cock through your soaked folds.

The cold silicone made you shiver and whine into the mattress. She eased you into the feeling, but soon enough she was pressing the tip against your entrance. So covered in your slick, the tip pushed into your puffy pussy with more ease than you expected, but soon the stretch became painful.

A sharp cry broke through the gag as she continued to abuse your cunt. Every time you thought all of it was in you, she pushed just one inch more. Finally, the base of her cocker your entrance and you whimpered at the fullness. There was no more you could’ve fit if she tried. Your walls clenched around her and you pushed your hips into her to convince her to move.

Perhaps her teasing was over because she complied, pulling out and rocking back into you. She found a rhythm that you could keep up with, your thighs shaking and tensing as she thrust you again and again.

The tie around your wrists was beginning to strain the muscle in your shoulders and wrists. Your head pressed to the side made your neck crane and cramp as you were pushed harder into your bed. So fucked out, the pain was hardly noticed compared to the coursing, heated pleasure thy she sent through your core, all the way into your lower belly.

You would’ve stayed there forever. The bed creaked with every thrust of her hips, hitting against the wall as she muttered a mix of cruel and sweet saying to you to coax you along.

At some moment, she moved behind you slightly and slowed her pace. Your worries grew and you thought she was denying you your finish again, but she soon began her cruel humping again.

“Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning down so you could see her. In her hand were her two hexes. “Take it.”

You glared up at her, wrists writhing in their tie.

“Come on,” she urged, holding her hand closer to your face so you could really see the money she was going to give you. “You can’t have it unless you take it from me.”

She jerked her hips into you harder, making the strap shove further into your cunt. She had you groaning, face smushed further into your pillow.

Through the bag came a muffled “fuck you”, and she frowned at you pitifully. She shrugged, moving out of your gaze and dropping the coins somewhere on her clothes.

She thrust roughly into you again. “I think you should just give up on this bratty act. I like you a lot more when you’re broken and fucked out underneath me.”

Sure, she was talking to you, but you weren’t listening. One of her hands had snaked down to your front and was rubbing tight circles around your clit. Together, her stimulation and rutting was quickly driving you to your finish.

If you could talk, you would beg. The pleasure was too overwhelming for you to come up with any bite. You needed to cum. You needed her to take you there.

Your peak was approaching fast. and she could tell from the way your hips pushed back into her more sloppily than before. It was a frantic attempt to finish before she could stop you.

“Come on, baby girl, you can cum.”

That was all you needed, her deep voice pushing you over the she as you keened, going limp into the bed as your orgasm shot through you. It came in heated waves that had you crying for her.

She was kind and slowed with your finish. The ribbed sides of the dildo beginning to burn as she slowly pushed in once more time. Then, she pulled out, rubbing the muscle in your shoulder as she sighed.

Her hand slipped up to undo the gag at the back of your head. Your limp body had her pulling the cloth out from under the other side of your head as you spat it out of your mouth.

A thick breath heaved from your lungs as you licked your dry lips. “Give me a break.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

Your nose wrinkled. With the nastiest, most disrespectful tone you could, you spat out a “please”.

She shook her head, smiling to herself. “Okay, baby, I’ll give you a break while I untie you.”

“What if I run?” You hissed. She loosened the tie around your wrists, and you immediately pulled your hands free, rolling your wrists as you pushed yourself up onto shaky arms.

“You couldn’t even if you tried,” she said, helping you roll over onto your back.

You stared up at her, the hair sticking to her forehead, her chest rising with her heavy breaths, and the imprint of a wet spot on her underwear. The sheen on her broad shoulders and biceps was entrancing as you were lost in the sight of her as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

Her hot tongue slipped against yours as you whined against her lips, cradling her face in your hands. She rubbed her palms down your hips, adjusting your legs and spreading your thighs as she brushed the sticky strap against your core again.

A weak sigh slid between your mouths as you braced yourself to take her again. You were sore, but as the dildo rubbed against your clit, you were alight with arousal once more.

She frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not done ruining you, sweetheart. I want to see you cry on my cock.”

She sunk deep back into you, having you a heaving mess under her. “Now,” she began. “Do you think you can stay quiet without this?” She held up the gag, looking down at you with an expectant gaze.

You let out a heavy breath. As it fell out of you, you realized she’d won. You were too tired and fucked out to bite back. All you wanted now was for her to take care of you. You’d do anything to keep her here with you.

“Good girl.” She rubbed her thumb across your cheek. “See? You can behave.”

She pulled out just enough to ram back in. Your mind was lost in the heat of her. You were ready to beg if need be. You just couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of her fucking into you.

Your hands, still sore from the tie, pressed against her collar and chest. Her skin was softer than expected, and slick with her sweat. You reached between your bodies and cupped her soft breast, massaging it gently. She moaned into your skin, rutting into you so the strap stimulated her clit just as much as she pleasured you.

You were so full, her cock so thick as she rubbed the ribbed sides against your abused walls. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closer as you ran your hands through her hair.

Her lips met yours in another heated, hungry kiss. She was nearly desperate, spit mixing with yours as she thrust harder and you whined against her mouth. Her teeth nipped at your bottom lip. She rested on one elbow, hand threading through your hair as her metal fingers gripped your thigh to keep you tight against her.

She wasn’t focused on your pleasure, humping against you just so she could feel the strap rub against her clit and get her off. She used you as a fucktoy to reach her climax, being ceaseless in her own pace.

The idea of it made you feel close regardless. The fact that you were her’s and she used you however she wanted had warmth spreading through your core and sparking to your clit.

Your eyes began to sting as tears built at the edges. It was a flood of sensations that had you moaning and crying out as she kissed you again.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You look so beautiful right now.”

She bit down on your neck so hard you were worried she’d draw blood. Your makeup was running down your face as tears collected in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You tugged at her hair, having her moan against your skin.

You met her hips, trying to persuade her rhythm to please you, but she only pushed your hips down harder. “Stay still, baby, I’m close,” she groaned. Her incessant thrust only hurt, smacking against your cervix as she chased her high.

Another wave of arousal rolled through your body as her chest pressed against yours, her nipples pressed into your skin and breasts. It didn’t take much longer before she became a mess above you, moaning loudly in your ear as she jumped her cock into you quickly to satisfy her finish.

Stray whispers of praise fell from her lips as she continued to thrust into you, wanting to see you cum and you were close. Shivers shot down your spine as she dragged her lips across your jaw, and your orgasm came on suddenly, having you shake and your vision go white. You screamed, nails digging into her shoulder as your pleasure overtook you.

She hushed you, hand rubbing your hip to coax you down from your high. Heavy breath heaved through your chest as you lay there, hot and thoroughly fucked as she helped you come back to her. Your eyes cracked back open, finding her looking down at you gently with a slight crease in her brow.

“You there, doll?”

You smiled, nodding as she rubbed her thumb across your bottom lip. Sharp exhales still shot through you as you relaxed against the bed and in her arms.

She pulled out slowly, easing out as you but your lip from the sensation. You watched as she took the harness off. She came back with a cloth and wiped the insides of your thighs.

“Why can’t you be this nice all the time,” you jested, pushing her shoulder gently with one foot.

She scoffed, laughing lightly. “I could say the same thing to you.”

You made an annoyed sound in your throat, brushing her off as she got back up. The mattress shifted with her weight and you tried your best to sit up and lean back against your pillows. Your wrists ached as you pushed yourself up, and the tendons in your thighs were sore as you closed your legs.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” you muttered. “How am I supposed to do my job now?”

She shrugged, pulling her pants back on. “That’s not my problem.”

You crossed your arms. “Food is expensive.” You didn’t make enough money that day to buy dinner for yourself yet, and you were starting to get hungry. She tired you out in every sense. Hell, you really needed some water too.

“Okay,” she nodded. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve got a poker game tomorrow night and one of my guys just bailed. There’s an empty spot at the table if you want it.”

Your brow furrowed. Why the hell did she want you there?

“You can eat as much as you want,” she offered.

Your head tilted to the side. Every pro and con ran through your mind and a million questions shot through you, but one came to the surface: “Why me?”

“Because I want someone easy to beat,” she teased, pulling her shirt over her head. She saw your glare and shook her head. “Really, there’s just no one else, and the game won’t be as good with less people. You seem like you could hold your own against the guys I hang out with—much better than the girls down the hall.”

Surely, she had some ultimotives. She probably just wanted to get in your pants again but was trying to be nice enough so you would let her. A night at her poker table would probably be a good time. You gambled with some of the other workers when business was slow and you thought you were pretty good. Besides, being seen with her so publicly would probably keep you safer when walking down the street.

“What time should I be there?”

She was fully dressed, standing at the edge of the bed. If she was happy with you agreeing, she didn’t show it. “About nine.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She nodded, leaning over the bed. “Okay, I have to go now.” She motioned for you to come forward and kissed you slowly when you complied.

She hummed against your lips. “Walk me out?”

“Funny.”

She laughed, leaning back and muttering a goodbye as she walked out. You said it back quietly, face slightly contorted in confusion as you tried to figure her out.

After she was gone, you laid there for a while in silence. Your sweat stuck to your skin as you ran your hands over your hair to tame it in the back. You wiped the makeup that was smudged under your eye.

A few minutes later, Zanria poked her head back into your room. You assumed she was just being nosy, but you soon saw she was carrying a tray of something.

“What?” You asked, feeling a bit too tired to be nice.

“She paid for this,” Zanria said, walking up to you in the bed. You sat up more to see the platter full of grapes, cheese, chocolate, and other small foods. There was a small pitcher of water, too.

Of course she did. She seemed to care about you a lot more than she was supposed to, and you weren’t complaining.

You only hoped it wouldn’t get too deep

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Aaaaaaahhh your recent post with the vampire!s/o was so good omg!!! Bc I’m a whore for vampires, could I perchance request it but opposite, with us as the human and them as the vampire? No worries if not, thank you for the content you provide us with and I hope your day is going well!!!

I'm a whore for vampires too! They are so damn sexy, why can't they be real?

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, x Reader

Tags: fluff, blood drinking, vampire au, biting kink, hickyes, possessive behavior

A/N: I'm normally a little squeamish around blood but in this context I think it's sexy.

Jinx has gad bad cravings before but since she got injected with Shimmer they increased exponentially. She's also become less in control of herself when she's feeling thirsty.

She used to feel on people randomly to satisfy herself but none of their blood could fill and soothe her like yours could. You became her favorite snack very quickly. Tries to be less feral on you when she feeds but at the same time she craves your blood so much she can't help but drink from multiple spots on your body.

"This is gonna be a lot for ya sugar. Are ya sure you wanna do this? Have you eaten yet? I don't want ya passing out on me like last time. Ya scared the hell out of me, I thought I actually killed ya. Ya promised to say with me so ya better not go dying before I've had the chance to love ya like ya deserve."

Vi was very starved of blood when she was in prison. Even when she did get fed it was never sweet human blood. It always tasted very bitter on her tongue.

When she got her first taste of you she was afraid she could never get enough. She was scared of hurting you with how hard she was biting, or worse killing you if she was to lose control. However if you press your wrist up to her lips she won't resist it, and will always kiss the spot she bit. If she does go overboard you have permission to punch her.

"I call you sweet stuff all the time cause that's what you are. Really you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life. I could eat you all the time, and I don't just mean drinking your blood. Your blood tastes even sweeter when you're flustered. Can I have a sip?"

Caitlyn may have had the highest quality blood available to her as a member of the Kiramman Clan but she never actually feed on someone before.

She had no idea anything could feel so damn good. The adrenaline of it nearly sent her into a feeding frenzy. Lucky for you she has excellent self control over her urges. Pampers you when she's done drinking your blood, she has to make sure you're happy with her, that you have everything you need.

"Are you comfortable darling? Does it hurt anywhere? No? Ah good, good. Why don't you relax and I'll go prepare a bath for you, order us some food. Maybe my dad will make your favorite. Or we could go out to eat if you're feeling up to it."

Ekko rarely feeds on you if he can help it. There's more then enough blood to go around from the supplies they steal. Of course it doesn't taste as good as your blood but he'd rather not risk it.

The only time when he will drink from you is when you're hurt and already bleeding. Not only will get a little sip of you but he will also help close up the injury. It's a win-win situation as far as he's concirned.

"That looks pretty bad Firefly, what's you do to get nasty cut? Alright, no need to panic. Come here, take a seat next to me, let me have a lick- er... look... uhm... sorry. You know what your blood does to me. I'll only drink a little and have you fixed up in no time."

Silco has many people available to suck blood from and even so you're by far his favorite. He gets territorial over you in a way he never gets with anyone else.

There are times he's happy to share with Sevika but not share you, never you. Your neck is for him only. He will leave you marked with bites as you leave his office. If you're too tired to leave you can sleep on his couch, he'll make sure you're not disturbed at all.

"You smell more divine than usual my darling. Is that for me? You know I'm always happy to bite that pretty little neck no matter what. Although it would be a lot easier if you stopped your squirming. I know how my bites have an effect on you but please do try to stay still, I would hate to hurt you."

Sevika loves more then she lives any other of her vices. You're better than of her other vices, more tasty, more fun, and so damn cute when you bare her neck to her.

Where she really likes drinking from you though is your thighs. She can switch from eating your blood to eating you in a whole other manor in seconds. She can blur the line of pleasure and pain for you so much that you crave her as much as she craves you.

"Haven't you learned by now sugar lips, I want your legs spread for me when I ask you to. I know you get pretty tired when I drink from you so that's all I'm gonna do for today. Wouldn't want you to get sick or too weak. Tell you what, you let me have a bite, and then we'll go out and have a bite together."

Viktor gets a lot of energy when he feeds on you. He's well aware of that fact and has actually kept that hidden from you because he knew you would just offer yourself whenever he's looking very pale.

Your relationship is so much more than him feeding on you. You taste great don't get him wrong, he just hates the idea of you thinking that all he loves you for is your blood. When he's at work he never eats so he can be pretty hungry so that's the only time he really indulges.

"Darling I'm sorry to ask you this again but could I have another drink of you? I know you tell me I don't need to ask but nonetheless I will. When you're feeling fatigued let me know and I'll stop. Your neck looks so pretty with my teeth marks on it, I love staring at it when we're walking around the city."

Jayce really loves to suck your blood yet is often to shy to ask for it. He'd just stare sheepishly at you until you chuckled and bared your neck for his hungry mouth.

He loves to press you close to him, sharing body heat, what little he has with you while you sigh and relax into his fangs, scratching at his scalp and pulling him closer. Sometimes it's hard to tell who's enjoy thing this more, you or Jayce?

"Sorry about that babe, didn't mean to keep staring at you like that. I am a little hungry but I can wait until- oh, woah, alright then, right into my lap hm? What am I gonna do with you? You're as excited as I am aren't you? Well then don't mind if I do."

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Hustle - CH3: Preparations

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Ran & Reader, Established Relationship, assassin reader, Fluff, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, horny idiots in love, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Choking, Spanking, Teasing, Light Sadism, Begging, Strap-Ons, Lesbian Sex, Aftercare, Gambling, Smoking, lack of understanding card games, totally winging this shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, reader is not the most graceful creature, but Sevika adores reader all the more for it, Jealousy, Marking, Orgasm Delay, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Hurt/Comfort, a Yordle OC that we will likely never see again but I had entirely too much fun writing, 69 (Sex Position)

Word Count: 7.6k

Summary: Looking to make your nights with Sevika a bit more… exciting, you suggest making use of your shared talent for playing cards. Together, the two of you take the Undercity, and even Topside, by storm. And what’s more exciting than the thrill of winning, or watching your opponents whine and gripe in defeat, or earning far more coin than the two of you could possibly spend? The release of pent-up sexual desire that seems to come with each and every win, that’s what.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

It was barely morning when you trudged towards the kitchen behind the bar of the Last Drop. Though it was far earlier than your usual time to rise, you slowly pushed open the door to reveal your long-running table mate.

Ran.

They sat at the small table in the center of the room, their chair facing the door. Their usual bowl of bland– you honestly still weren’t what exactly it was– Cereal without milk? Whatever it was it looked tasteless, but Ran seemed content with it, so who were you to say anything?

Ran lifted their head and nodded towards you in a silent greeting.

You nodded back, a bit too tired yet to say anything yourself. Dragging yourself to the refrigerator, you rummaged through the rather sad selection until you came across something that looked mostly palatable.

After grabbing a glass of an equally palatable drink, you made your way to the seat across from Ran. “So, do you have a plan to get us into the tournament topside?”

Last you two had spoken, Ran had told you they’d handle the logistics of getting you and Sevika in, but you weren’t entirely sure what that would involve. Not just anyone was allowed in.

Stirring the food in their bowl, Ran gave a small nod. “Fake identities already entered in the match. Meet at the Promenade tonight for new clothes.”

Well, that was a mouthful for Ran.

Eyes wide in excitement, you replied, “This is going to be wild.” You took a large bite of your breakfast, mind roaming over the possibilities this tournament could open. You might actually be able to pull this off with Sevika. Get yourselves enough coin to buy her an improved arm. Your thoughts came to a halt as Ran’s nonchalant words reached your ears.

“Can’t fuck on those tables though.”

You nearly spat your mouthful of food, choking and sputtering while heat spread up your neck and through your cheeks like wildfire.

Clearing your throat and taking a long sip of your drink, you hesitantly met Ran’s eyes- or rather eye- their fringed black hair obscuring the other.

Their dark lips curled into the tiniest smirk, amused by your antics as always. If you didn’t know any better you’d say Ran and Sevika both colluded in how to make you blush profusely. That or they had a bet to see who could do it the best.

“I- I know that,” you stammered. “How did- how did you know we-?” You couldn’t quite say it, but judging by how Ran’s dark brow raised, they weren’t going to let you off that easily.

Great.

“How did you know we fucked on the table?” you forced out, cheeks somehow burning even hotter.

The corner of their mouth tugged higher. “Didn’t. Just assumed.”

Of course.

“You know we do things other than just fuck,” you pointed out before taking another sip of your drink.

Their brow raised higher.

“Sometimes we just sit together and drink, work on our weapons, play cards, banter…” You trailed off, not willing to admit how all of that almost always inevitably led to fucking. “We also cuddle,” you blurted out.

Oh boy did that send their brow soaring high. You could have sworn you even heard Ran release a little snort of a laugh.

“What?!” you asked incredulously. “Just cause we fuck nasty doesn’t mean we don’t take care of each other afterward! Besides, aren’t you the one who slipped the aftercare book into Sevika’s room way back when?”

Busying themselves with a bite of their… ‘breakfast’, Ran said nothing, but you could only imagine the things running through their head. Nothing good, no doubt.

Sevika would NOT be happy if she ever found out what you’d said.

Your mind wandered to some of her recent punishments. Her pinning your hands behind your back while she smacked your bottom side repeatedly, following each one with the sweetest, most tender, soothing touch that made the space between your legs heat and grow wet.

“She takes good care of me after every wonderful, wild…” you trailed off, searching for a proper description in the memory banks.

“Mind-blowing?” Ran quipped.

You sighed. “Yes. Mind-blowing. After every mind-blowing romp, she is so incredibly caring and tender, even when we continue the banter. She cleans me up, kisses me softly, holds me close, caresses me…” You trailed off, your mind wandering again and allowing you to say far too much.

Sevika would definitely make you pay if she ever found out you’d blurted all that out.

“Do NOT tell her I told you that,” you demanded, leaning across the table with narrowed eyes honed in on Ran’s less than innocent smirking face.

Although Ran lifted both metal and flesh hands in defense, you doubted you could fully trust them to keep their mouth shut. For as little as they spoke, they loved to take every opportunity they could to tease and torment you. And you’d just laid a rather lovely opportunity on a silver platter just for them.

You sat back in your chair with a huff. You needed to change the subject before you said more shit you’d regret.

“Have you seen Sevika this morning? She was gone before I got up.”

“Basement. Working out,” Ran replied, a knowing smirk on their face.

Damnit.

Your nerves were alight as you descended the dark stairs that led to the basement of the Last Drop. Per Ran’s claim Sevika was down there, working out, and likely dressed in her typical training clothing. That was exactly why you dreaded walking through that door.

Sure enough, as you pushed open the heavy door, you found Sevika in just what you expected. Her top half was dressed in a white wrap that technically only covered her chest- just barely at that- leaving that impossibly fit tummy and abs of hers exposed even more than usual. Her bottom half donned only a pair of tight black shorts that accentuated the tops of her muscular thighs and ass. And good god the amount of beautiful, rich brown skin glistening with sweat after spending Janna knows how much time punching the bag hanging from the ceiling beam.

She had her fists drawn up, the side with her human arm facing you, and that bulging bicep right in your line of sight.

Fuck.

You’d come down there to tell her of the upcoming plans to prepare for taking on the fools topside, but clearly this was going to head in an entirely different direction. Unless you could somehow distract yourself.

Then Sevika turned to find you standing just past the threshold, blatantly staring at her. And sure as shit, those lips of hers curled into an annoyingly cocky, sexy smirk.

Damn her.

“Come down for a sparring session?” she taunted while grabbing a towel to wipe her face off.

“No. I-”

“Afraid to get your ass handed to you?” she interrupted. She tossed the towel over her shoulder and turned to face you, mischievous eyes following your movement as you headed for the mat in the middle of the room.

Don’t take the bait.

“No. I came here to work out and talk to you,” you said, taking a seat on the mat and pulling your knees up. Before she could make another attempt to goad you, you added, “Mind holding my feet for me?”

Lying on your back, you crossed your arms across your chest. You were about to start doing sit-ups, presumably without assistance despite your request, when you caught a pair of large boots entering your periphery.

Sevika stopped beside your head, towering over you while you lay flat and peered up at her in anticipation of some biting remark.

“Well?” she asked impatiently, watching you from down her pronounced nose.

“Well what?” You furrowed your brows, legitimately not sure what she was getting at.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Oh.

“I realize this is asking a lot of you,” you started sarcastically, “but could you hold my feet for me while we talk?”

“Can’t even do sit-ups by yourself?” she snorted, “Pathetic.”

Don’t take the bait.

You were going to have to repeat that mantra several times to make it through the conversation. She was definitely trying to get you riled up. But you needed to focus. You had important matters to discuss. Banter and the subsequent mind-blowing sex that would surely follow would have to wait.

So you gave her your best puppy-dog eyes and pleaded, “Please Sevika, just while we talk.”

She huffed a derisive laugh, but moved to kneel at your feet. Of course she wouldn’t let you get off that easily though. The moment she placed her hands on your feet, she pressed down much harder than necessary.

“Thank. You,” you ground out through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the urge to scold her for practically smashing your poor feet.

You sat up, taking the exercise slow at first so you could speak. Your view switched from the dimly lit bulb hanging from the ceiling to the stoic face of Sevika, then back again.

“So, I was talking to Ran about what we could do now that we’ve cleaned out most of the Undercity.”

As you sat back up, Sevika’s expression had changed- a single brow quirked in intrigue.

“I actually know of a fancy place topside that holds a big tournament every month. My father used to play there when I was little.”

That time, when you sat up, her lips had tugged upward at one corner.

Here we go.

“Have you ever not been little?” she sneered.

Don’t take the bait.

Ignoring the insult, you continued, “And this tournament has more than just the fancy pants of Piltover playing. It draws in wealthy tourists from all over Runeterra. Just a treasure trove of filthy rich idiots with nothing better to do than gamble their money away.”

Her brow raised even higher, clearly very interested in where this was going.

“Ran already got us some fake identities and entered us in the tournament. Wants us both to meet up with them tonight to get some clothes from a shop on the Promenade level to help fit in I guess.”

You sat back up to find a nasty grimace on Sevika’s face. You paused for a second. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not wearing a fucking dress,” she growled, baring her teeth.

Oh.

You made absolutely no attempt to hold back your roaring laughter.

“What’s so fucking funny, princess?”

Lying back down against the mat, you took a moment to catch your breath. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Ran will get you a suit instead,” you assured her as you sat back up.

She eyed you suspiciously, but you brushed it off.

“Besides, would it really be that bad? To wear a dress?” you asked, closing your eyes as you tried to picture what that might look like. In all honesty, you thought she’d be beautiful in literally anything. She had the handsome sharp edges that make a suit look good, but also the lovely curves that a dress could accentuate beautifully.

“So you’re going to wear a dress?” she sneered.

You stopped mid sit up.

Fuck.

You had not even considered that to be a possibility. And you didn’t need to open your eyes to see the smirk on her face.

“Ran could get you a pretty little pink one just like the one you wore in the picture when you were little,” she taunted.

That picture. That fucking picture. The bane of your existence and yet it was Sevika’s most prized possession. The picture of you, as a child, wearing a pink, frilly, princess dress for Halloween when you had wanted the black assassin costume instead. The picture Ran had stolen from your place to tease you with. That then Sevika stole to tease you with. That now sat on the bedside table on Sevika’s side of the bed. That you suspected she liked for more than just taunting you with.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you wanna relive your Piltie Princess dreams?” she jeered.

Eyes open, you sat fully upright and glared at her.

Don’t. Take. The. Bait.

You smiled at her– a shit-eating sort of grin. “Maybe we can get you your own pink dress.” You looked up towards the ceiling as if envisioning something. “I can just picture it now. Pretty, pink, Piltie Sevy.”

Shit.

You took the bait.

Smile wiped clean from your face, your eyes dropped to meet Sevika’s. You knew your worry was ever present on your face. You expected her to eat that up, but to your surprise, she let out a hearty chuckle.

Wait. What’s happening?

“Real cute, baby,” she chuckled.

Then, without warning, her expression took an extreme turn– from what you thought was genuine good-natured amusement to full-on evil sneer. “I’m going to make you eat those words.”

And here we go.

But oh! You had an idea. A distraction. With a coy smile, you replied, “I’d rather eat you.”

Now that worked wonders. Her brow raised, smirk faltering for just a moment.

Still grinning, you leaned forward between your knees and gave her nose a quick kiss before lying back down. And when you sat back up, she still wore the same expression. So, you gave her a quick peck on the lips before doing another rep.

You repeated those motions several times. Placing a chaste kiss to a different part of her face each time. And each time you came back up, you found her looking more and more annoyed. At least until your smile started to grow dopier and dopier. Until finally, her lips twitched at the corner, and you knew you’d won.

Or at least you thought you had.

The next time you leaned in, she met you halfway. The startled gasp that left your throat was muffled by the soft press of her lips. Lips that you could feel curl into a smug smile against your own.

Without breaking the kiss, she started to slowly lean over you, forcing you to lean back. All the heat in your body seemed to flood between your thighs as she crawled over you and forced you to spread your legs wider to allow her hips between them. Your upper body dropped lower and lower until your head hit the mat.

Her large, solid body pressed on top of yours, pinning you beneath her and sending your mind reeling. Her tongue teased along the crease of your lips and you immediately parted them, granting her access. She chose to tease instead, gently sucking on your bottom lip while she slipped her human hand beneath your shirt to run across your abs.

You wrapped your arms around her neck in an attempt to pull her mouth closer. The only thing you got in return was teeth nipping at your lip before she pulled her mouth away from yours. Your startled protest died in your throat the moment you felt her fingers dip lower to tease along your waistband.

Breath already coming out hot and heavy, your impatience got the better of you. Though she made it clear you were to let her decide where this was going, you attempted to chase those luscious lips, only to be denied once again.

“Hands above your head,” she growled.

Despite your whimper, you obeyed, raising your arms to rest along the mat. Cool metal pressed firmly against your wrists, rendering your upper half immobile.

“Sev-” you whined when the hand at your waist left to slip beneath your shirt.

Ignoring your pleading eyes, she roughly pulled your top and sports bra up over your chest, the band pressing uncomfortably into the tops of your breasts.

“Sevika, that- that’s kinda uncomf-”

Your retort was cut short by Sevika’s threatening gaze on you. Her metal hand moved to the base of your throat, fingers wrapping around and applying just enough pressure to hush you.

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth it.”

There was no arguing with that. Not when those dangerous fingers held your neck so possessively. Not when you could see the lust in her eyes and hear it in her husky voice. And you trusted her. With everything. Mind, heart, and body. So you gave her a small nod and watched her lips curl into a tiny smirk before she brought them to your exposed chest.

With her large fingers firmly gripping one breast, Sevika wrapped her lips around the supple flesh and sucked, drawing a soft mewl from your parted lips.

Instinctively, your hips bucked towards her.

“So needy,” she rasped, her breath cool as it drifted over your wet skin.

You shivered beneath her, a chill running down your spine.

“You’re not cold are you, baby?” she husked against your other breast before sucking another mark to match the first.

You were anything but cold pinned beneath her warm, sweaty body, subjected to her heated touch. Every fiber in your body felt as if it could combust at any moment. You were already starting to break a sweat, but it had nothing to do with your workout.

“No- I-” your words halted, brain emptying the moment you peered down past her augmented arm to meet her fiery gaze.

And then you realized your mistake. Far too late. At some point, your hands had wandered from their designated place above your head and found purchase in her silky dark hair.

Stormy gray eyes trained on you, there was no way to break away as you watched her slowly trail the tip of her tongue just outside your hardening peak. She paused for an agonizing moment, her parted lips a mere hairsbreadth away from the sensitive nub.

Unsure of her intentions, you held your breath in anticipation.

Without warning, she bit down. Hard.

A short, sharp intake of breath further filled your lungs, pushing your chest towards those deliciously cruel teeth of hers. And then all that breath left your body in a shuddering moan as she soothed the sore flesh with soft lips and a wet tongue.

You moved your hands to the mat at your sides, nails digging into the forgiving material while her human hand started to descend down your stomach again.

Thankfully, this time she skipped the teasing and immediately slipped her fingers beneath the waistbands of your pants and underwear. The tip of her middle finger slid ever so slowly through your wet slit and your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping your parted lips.

"Always so wet for me," she hummed in appreciation, dragging that finger through once more before circling your clit.

Pleasure radiated from that tiny bundle of nerves. Yet every muscle in your body ached for more. You released a shaky breath, her name a pleading whisper.

"Do you ever get this wet without me?" She asked curiously as she spread more of your arousal around your entrance.

Even with your eyes shut, you could feel the heat of her gaze on your face, watching how it contorted with every little touch. Enjoying every little hitch of breath, lick of lips, and pinch of brows.

"On- Only when I- when I think about- you," you stammered, each word more difficult than the last as she started to slowly sink her finger inside you.

“Yea?” she purred, running the side of her nose along yours while curling her finger and dragging it slowly back out.

You nodded, careful not to move too much. Warm breath fanned across your dry lips. Your tongue instinctively slipped out to wet them, barely ghosting over her own. Anticipating a reprimand for touching without permission, you swallowed hard, throat bobbing against the firm press of her metal hand.

“How often do you think about me?” She pulled her finger completely out, only to hush your whine of protest by slipping two fingers inside.

All the fucking time.

“I-” whatever words you had ready faded away as she started pumping those thick digits in and out at a torturously slow pace. But you knew she’d stop if you didn’t answer. So you said the only thing you could come up with. The truth.

“All the time,” you mewled.

She chuckled softly, her lips still hovering tauntingly close to yours. “Down so bad, huh?”

She had no idea.

“Do you touch yourself when you do?”

You nodded, a breathy, “Yes,” escaping as she pushed in deeper, knuckles bottoming out.

“Like this?” she breathed and curled her fingers.

You swallowed hard again, struggling to remain composed as she worked you up. Metal fingers tightened at the base of your throat, a silent warning to give her an answer. “Yes,” you managed to whimper.

“Hmm,” she hummed, brushing her lips along yours.

Your nails dug deeper into the mat.

“How many?”

What?

Each metal digit pressed tighter into your skin, one after the next as she ground out the words, “How. Many. Fingers?”

“Three.”

“Greedy little cunt,” she chuckled darkly, but when she drew her fingers back, she slipped another in. “Like this?”

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, pleasure causing your vision to blur for a moment. “No. Yours- yours are so much bigger,” you whined as she slowly sank deeper, stretching you close to your limit.

“But you can take it, can’t you?”

You’d done it before, yet every single time feels as if you’re walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. But that’s exactly how you both like it. So, through the haze of your pleasure, you gave her a strained, “Yes,” just as she bottomed out those three thick digits.

“That’s my girl,” she husked. She finally pressed her lips to yours, swallowing your subsequent moan.

Your hands almost flew up instinctually to pull her closer, but you caught yourself just in time, allowing them to collapse back against the mat.

Her kiss likened the passion of her fucking. Tongue and fingers delved with the same rhythm and intensity– straight and fast in, curled and slow out. You tried at first to match her motions, bucking your hips towards her hand and swiping your tongue along hers each time she entered.

It didn’t take long though for her pace to increase to the point you found yourself too overcome with pleasure to keep up.

When she abruptly broke the kiss, strands of saliva clung between your open mouths before breaking and falling against your chin.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, head spinning and reeling from the lack of oxygen and the rush of pleasure. With your body burning so hot, you barely felt the sweat that had gathered along your hairline drip down along the side of your face. Every inch of your lower half ached, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter. Any attempt to bite back the moans quickly began to fade.

She worked you quicker- harder- the palm of her hand pressing and dragging along your swollen clit with each thrust. Her face hovered just over yours, stormy gray eyes reveling in how your face contorted in bliss.

You let yourself go completely, all restraint gone as you let your body take over. Nothing but a flurry of moans, gasps, mewls, and her name spilling past your open mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear all those pretty sounds you make,” she huffed before pressing her face into the crook of your neck to kiss, bite, and suck it.

Just a few more blissful strokes of those fingers, palm dragging over your clit, and you felt time suddenly slow. Pleasure rushed over your body in waves. A series of curse words pouring from your slack mouth.

But even as you felt the waves settle into a pleasant dull ache Sevika didn’t stop. She only sped up, the overstimulation abruptly ripping you from your high.

“Sev, wait,” you pleaded, so short of breath you could hardly speak the words.

“C’mon, baby. Give me another one,” she panted against your neck.

You were about to tell her it was too much when you realized her body was rocking against yours. Rolling your head to the side you peered down to find her grinding against the palm of her metal hand. You hadn’t even realized she’d moved it from your neck.

Oh fuck that’s hot.

But you wanted to help her. You wanted to get her off. She’d already done you so well, how could you not want to return the favor?

“Sevika, please,” you begged, “I want to touch you. Please let me help you.”

She ignored your plea, only sped up the pace of her thrusting, both hips and fingers.

"I just- I just want to make you feel good. Please," you nearly cried out, attempting to squirm away from her relentless fingers. You could see her body tremble, struggling to maintain all the motions as her body became overwhelmed with pleasure. The fingers inside you slowed, but she continued to grind against her hand.

Sev, please,” you whispered one last time. When she didn’t reply, you decided to chance it. Slowly- deliberately- you drug your blunt nails down the length of her abs, relishing in how her muscles quaked and a deep, satisfied groan pulled from her chest. Her breath was hot and uneven against your neck where her kisses dwindled to just a press of wet lips.

Excitement and the haze of your orgasm still clouding your mind, you fumbled in your attempt to slip your fingers beneath her tight training shorts. And she was no help, her thrusts getting wilder, more erratic. She was close. But you had to be the one to finish her off. You all but ripped the waist of her shorts with how hard you pulled it back to allow your other hand inside.

“Let me,” you huffed, pushing her metal hand aside before immediately slipping your fingers beneath her underwear.

“Fuck,” you moaned as your fingers slipped through the thick patch of hair and between her wet folds. “You’re so wet.”

She sank her teeth into the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder, hard enough it would surely leave yet another mark.

You released a soft whimper and wasted no time toying with her as she did with you. You immediately slipped two fingers knuckle deep in her warm, wet cunt. The feeling of her clenching around your fingers- her own faltering their assault on you- nearly sent you over the edge again right then and there. And then came the long, deep groan from her parted lips.

Gods was it heavenly to make her feel so good.

She moved her metal hand to grip your hip, sharp talons sinking deep enough to puncture skin. Warm droplets of blood dripped down your side, but it only drove you closer to your peak.

With each thrust of your fingers, she bucked her hips, but they quickly became more erratic as you worked her up.

Each grunt, puff of hot air, and curse that fell from Sevika’s mouth made your body tense further and further. You were already so close again, but you wanted her to finish first. You wanted to be as aware as possible to watch- to feel - her fall apart from your touch.

Her hips faltered, no longer meeting your pace.

“I- fuck,” she huffed. “Baby I’m gonna…” her groan turned into a sharp intake of breath.

Fuck.

She clenched around your fingers and her body froze, tensing entirely. Then all at once, she released her breath and all that tension rushed from her body as her muscles spasmed.

The feeling of her walls pressing against your fingers and the warm wetness that spilled onto your hand was enough to bring you to your second release. Your body trembled and quaked beneath hers even as she collapsed onto you, completely spent.

Somehow, the both of you managed to ride through your highs despite neither of you being able to move your hands. You didn’t care how fucking heavy her body was on yours as the two of you attempted to catch your breath. Nor did you care that your arm was sandwiched between your bodies. Nor how the smell of sweat and sex permeated the already damp air of the basement. You were feeling too good, and you knew Sevika was too.

After your breaths returned to a steady rate, Sevika propped herself up on her augmented arm. She peered down at you with hazy gray eyes, lips curling into a small smirk when she caught your fucked-out smile.

Strands of hair that had fallen from her half ponytail clung to her sweaty face. And good god even her cheeks looked flushed.

Beautiful.

You reached your free hand up to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Feeling good?” you asked softly.

She merely smirked at you, which you took as a yes but not willing to give you the ego stroke. You, however, had no problem stroking hers.

“I’m feeling great,” you sighed. “Although my hand is kinda cramping,” you laughed softly and wiggled your fingers inside her.

“Fuck,” she cursed, eyes screwing shut tight.

“Sorry,” you lied with a failed attempt to disguise your laugh. Serves her right. She was always the one to overstimulate you.

Her eyes narrowed at you, but you knew she wasn’t mad.

“Pull out on three?” you asked.

You took her lack of reply as a yes.

“One.”

God, you hated this part.

“Two.”

Always so stimulating yet disappointing at the loss.

“Thr–aahh!!”

Sevika pulled her fingers out before you could finish, pulling with them a startled cry from you.

“Fuckng hell Sevika!” you snapped.

Then she was the one to chuckle, body shaking against yours.

So you pulled your fingers out without warning, being sure to drag them over her clit as you did.

She hissed, face contorting again at the overstimulation.

“So sorry-” you barely managed to finish your tauntingly fake apology when she stuffed her fingers into your mouth. You moaned, obligingly lapping your own wetness from her fingers.

Her smirk returned as she pulled her fingers back out and watched you slip your own in to lick off her wetness as well.

“If I wasn’t so fucking spent I’d give you more than just a taste,” she said huskily.

You shuddered beneath her, arousal blooming at the thought of that. “Maybe tonight?” you suggested.

“If you’re a good girl,” she replied before bringing her lips to yours.

As you returned the kiss, you were pretty sure she’d give you more than a taste even if you were bad.

That night, you nervously followed Ran- with Sevika not too far behind you- to the rickety elevator that would take the three of you to the Promenade level. Admittedly, you had no idea what Ran would pick out for either of you, but knowing their history of other things they’d selected for you in the past, it was not going to at all be something within your typical style. And very revealing. At least for you. The only positive to those thoughts was that they may do the same for Sevika. And good god would you love to see Sevika in something even more delicious to the eyes than her current attire.

The ride up was quiet, save for the occasional rattling and clanging of the elevator. You shifted from foot to foot, eyes darting from the iron door to Ran’s chill and suspiciously smug expression, to Sevika’s scowl, and back to the door again. It dawned on you, just how odd you three must look, with your contrasting expressions and clothing style. Ran with their goth/emo, Sevika with her– you weren’t even sure what to call her style. Badass. Mean. Is mean a style? Teasing. That damn strip of tummy exposed just asking- no, begging- to be touched and tasted. Whatever her style was, it wasn’t like Ran’s, or yours. Yours was plain, dark, all black. Meant to blend in because, well, assassin. You weren’t looking to draw attention.

But something told you that would change with whatever Ran picked out for you tonight.

The lift came to a jolting stop, knocking you from your thoughts but ratcheting up your anxiety. And as the three of you approached the shop, that gut-wrenching feeling only continued to grow. The shop was larger than you expected. Almost the entirety of the front was nothing but windows displaying all manner of suits and dresses. Anything from tiny, skimpy, sorry excuses for clothing, to dresses with skirts so large you were certain sitting down would be an impossibility. And in just as wide an array of colors and fabrics. From dark black leather to frilly light pinks. The latter made you visibly cringe.

You were about to follow Ran through the large glass door when they stopped and turned to you.

“Her first,” they nodded to Sevika behind you.

“We can’t both go in?” you asked incredulously.

“Can’t see until the tournament.”

Was Ran fucking nuts? This was supposed to be for a card tournament, not a damn wedding.

That last thought caused a different disturbance in your stomach. One you’d rather not address.

“Okay,” you replied, less than thrilled with the idea of having to wait and stew even longer. With a dramatic sigh, you found a small spot without a window and leaned against it, watching as Sevika reluctantly followed Ran inside. At least you weren’t alone in this torture. Sevika looked far beyond displeased.

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You’re not sure how long you were standing there, attempting to preoccupy yourself with the dagger Sevika had gifted you some months ago. You were running your thumb absentmindedly over the initials carved into it- your initials- when you heard the door open. Sevika stepped out carrying a large bag and appearing even more annoyed than when she had entered.

Great.

And then she just strode past you without so much as a glance.

“Aren’t you going to wait for me?” you asked.

“No. I have more important things to do,” she replied and kept walking, at least until Ran opened their big mouth.

“Prepare for mind-blowing sex and cuddling?”

For as little as Ran spoke, they sure seemed to pick the most awkward things to say and at the worst times. Not only that, they said the most blasphemous things with the cool, calm composure of someone speaking of the weather.

Wide-eyed, you watched Sevika stop dead in her tracks and slowly turn to Ran’s smirking face. Then, as her gaze drifted to your suspiciously nervous expression, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Shit.

You gave her an awkward, apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. Judging by the way she was clearly clenching her teeth behind her closed mouth, it was not very well received.

You were going to pay dearly for your slip.

With one more threatening glance between you and Ran, Sevika silently turned and stomped off towards the lift.

Then it was your turn to get mad. You spun on your heels, brows downturned as you all but threw the dagger in your clenched fist at Ran.

Ran simply grinned, waving their metal fingers at you teasingly. “Your turn, princess.”

You decided to just ignore the pet name, despite that only further fueling your suspicions that Ran and Sevika were colluding in your destruction. And by destruction, you meant getting you as flustered as possible.

Pushing off the wall you followed Ran into the store.

It was, as you expected, beyond anything you’d been exposed to in your time in the Undercity. In your younger years in Piltover, you had been dragged along by your mother to several stores similar to this, and unfortunately, it was something you would have rather left in the past.

Dresses of all manner lined the walls and center of the store. Gaudy colors and flashy sequins damn near blinded you, even though the lighting was only slightly better than in the depths of the Undercity. And each rack and mannequin you passed made your insides drop lower and lower in your stomach.

Good god please at least pick something black.

Ran stopped at a rack holding several variations of dresses, each and every one in various shades of pink. You were about to protest, mouth open and brows furrowed, when you spotted the curl of dark lips painting Ran’s face.

They were fucking with you.

Your mouth snapped shut and you blew a huff of breath from your nose.

Ass.

Ran continued on, slowly perusing every rack, trailing their flesh fingers along the various materials. Occasionally, they’d stop at a rack with something they knew damn well you’d hate, but it didn’t take long for you to become numb to their game and brush it off.

Then, thank the gods, they stopped at a display full of black dresses. While they thumbed through several, you moved to the opposite side, deciding to join in the search now that you were at least in your color choice. Most of them were not to your taste. Too flashy, revealing, or frilly. But when you came across one made of a simple material, similar to your typical attire and with decent coverage, you finally felt your hopes rise.

“What about this one?” you asked, holding the dress up for Ran to see.

Their gaze drifted between your hopeful smile and the plain dress in your hand.

Ran slowly shook their head.

Damnit.

“Why not?” you whined. “It’s a decent dress!”

“Not for this place,” Ran murmured and returned to their search.

As much as you hated to admit it, you knew they were right. You remember how your mother and father dressed when attending these types of events. They were anything but plain. So you shoved the dress back on the rack and decided to go check out other parts of the store to keep your mind off the inevitable destruction of your comfort.

While browsing the less flashy suits, your mind began to wander.

What would Sevika be wearing?

You know for a fact she’d never agree to a dress. It would have to be a suit. But what kind? What color? Would she wear a tie? A jacket? Anything revealing? As you ran your hands along the silky fabric of a white button-up blouse, your eyes drifted close. You could picture her in it, beautiful rich brown skin contrasting against the crisp white. Maybe a few buttons undone, leaving you with a tease of her cleavage. Sleeves rolled up to reveal her bicep. Probably not the latter. She’d likely be hiding that prosthetic. What about her hair? Would it be worn down, those silky dark strands framing her beautiful face?

The sudden hair-raising feeling of being watched had your eyes flying open. You damn near jumped out of your skin when you found yourself face-to-face with Ran.

“Fuck Ran. Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you chided.

All you received in return was a teasing smirk. And then your eyes fell to the item in their hand.

There was no way it was a dress.

It looked like a pile of black silk, no straps.

Reluctantly, you took it from Ran and held it out in front of you. A few gold pieces with dark red gems stood out against the black material, which you assumed were what actually held the bits of material together.

You met Ran’s gaze again with a worried expression, eyes pleading with them that this was not truly what they’d selected. But a nod towards the dressing room confirmed what you dreaded.

With slumped shoulders, you headed to the dressing room, Ran following in tow and likely entirely too amused by your lack of enthusiasm.

Once inside a booth, you took your time stripping down before removing the ‘dress’ from its hanger and inspecting it for how to put it on.

There was no way you were figuring it out alone.

You glanced down at your body, clad only in a bra and panties.

Fucking hell.

“Ran,” you whispered, poking your head out from behind the curtain, “I have no fucking clue how to put this on!”

You hid further behind the curtain, nervously watching as Ran stepped inside with you wearing a knowing smirk. Heat rose up your neck and flooded your cheeks when their gaze raked over your near-nude body. Thank god they weren’t much for talking, as they said nothing, only let the corner of their mouth tug higher.

Ran helped you into the dress without any issue, to the point it made you wonder how many times they’d done something like this. But what plagued your mind more than that was how they let their fingertips, both flesh and metal, ghost along your exposed skin, leaving behind an obvious trail of goosebumps. The touches could have arguably been accidental considering how they needed to adjust, smooth, and clasp certain sections. However, the amused upward pull of lips you saw reflecting back at you in the mirror pointed to more than just pure accident.

When they patted your shoulder, indicating they were done, you finally let your attention move to your own reflection.

As it turned out, the gold pieces were actually the bones of the dress so to speak. One wrapped around the base of your neck like a choker, a dark red gem in the center where two pieces of black fabric attached on either side. The other ends of the fabric connected to the top of another gold piece, adorned with matching red gems and crisscrossed around the top of your waist and at the lowest part of your hips. It left the center of your chest very exposed, and cut real low around the back to reveal even more skin. More black fabric fell from the bottom half of that gold crisscross, cascading all the way to the floor. It had two slits- if you could even call them that considering how they were just entirely separate pieces, one for the front and one for the back- that left almost the entirety of your legs exposed. There was no way you were going to be able to pull off such a dress while wearing a bra OR panties.

Holy fucking shit.

You may have worn skimpier things for Sevika, but those were in the privacy of the bedroom. This was going to be in public, in front of gobs of strangers.

Your eyes drifted back up to Ran’s reflection. They looked more than happy with their selection. Oddly enough, that gave you quite the confidence boost, but…

What will Sevika think?

You slowly turned, glancing over your shoulder to admire your backside in the mirror. The back of the dress was longer than the front, trailing several inches along the floor behind you. The fabric had to be silk given how it cascaded so softly along your curves. It screamed luxury. Something you weren’t accustomed to. Silco paid you well, but not that well. And you grew up with fairly wealthy parents in Piltover, but thankfully were left out of a majority of those fancy events. This was so… different. You felt so…

Pretty.

A smile graced your face, startling you from your own reverie. You spun around completely to face Ran. “What is this going to set me back?”

“Still need to get you accessories and shoes, princess.”

Great.

After helping you out of the dress, Ran found matching gold and red gemmed bracelets and bands for your arm, just above your bicep, as well as a set of earrings.

Then came the shoes.

Ran almost immediately found a pair of matching stilettos, heels high enough that you were certain you’d be as tall as Sevika. You’d also likely suffer a concussion from such a high fall, which would assuredly happen if you tried to walk in them.

“What about these?” you asked, holding up a pair of tall, leather black boots with wide, flat heels. You should have known better to even ask, but you had to try something. When Ran shook their head, you attempted to plead with them, “Can’t we at least compromise? Find me something that doesn’t force me to walk on my damn tip-toes?”

They seemed to take pity on you, setting the stilettos back and returning to the selection. When they came back with a less hazardous-looking pair of black heels with matching gold and dark red accents, you released a heavy sigh.

“Fine.”

You were going to regret that.

The purchase of all the items ended up costing you a hefty amount of the Undercity tournament earnings you had split with Sevika. But if things went as planned Topside, it wouldn’t matter. You two would be swimming in money. Or at least have enough to do something really nice. And you wanted more than anything to get something special for Sevika.

As you and Ran exited, they pulled several items from their pocket and handed them to you. The first; a small piece of paper folded in half. You flipped it open to find Ran had written a name along the top that you did not recognize, as well as a list of facts. A summarized history of what you presumed to be your fake identity’s background. Folding it back up, you stuffed it into your bag to fully read later.

“Did Sevika get one too?”

Ran nodded and handed you the second item; a gold ring with what you assumed to be a signet for your fake identity.

Wow, Ran had really gone all out.

“My place. Saturday night,” Ran instructed.

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. This was really going to happen.

“Got it.”

CH4>>

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes #ran #arcane ran

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matchamilkislover · 6 months

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In The Darkest Corners, 5.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness.

word count: 1500

synopsis: vi needs attention for her wounds from her fight with sevika, and olive is determined to help her. even if it causes her to be a little careless, even for a moment.

author’s note: after i post this chapter i’ll be making a master post with all of the chapters so they can be found easily!

don’t forget to read the other parts first!!

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Olive headed first towards the center of the undercity, where most inhabitants hung around — and where she was most likely to find what she was looking for. She kept her hood up and her head down as she trudged through the filthy streets, avoiding making eye contact with anyone. Neon lights flashed across her face in the dark, and she could only hope that they didn't reveal her to any of Sevika's goons that may be hanging around. As she walked, she began lifting her head to search for anyone who looked like they might have information (and would give it up willingly, which was less than likely). She nearly screamed when a purple-veined arm suddenly reached out from a dark corner and grabbed her wrist.

"L-Looking for something, m-miss?" The person asked, pulling themselves out of the shadows. He was a small man that was clearly malformed by an addiction to shimmer. Large broken glasses sat on his crooked nose, and his eyes were desperate, like most shimmer addicts, but they were also kind. Olive couldn't help but have a feeling that he might truly be able to help her.

"I'm in need of medicine. My friend, she got stabbed, and- and it's bad. I don't know what else to do," she replied, turning to look the man straight in the eyes. He let go of her wrist to push up his glasses and cleared his throat.

"I think I know someone who m-may be able to help you, miss." He wrung his hands nervously, like her wasn't sure Olive would believe him.

"Take me to them."

Perhaps this wasn't the best idea. Olive grew more and more nervous as the man led her into the darker parts of the Undercity — the parts she hadn't yet dared to venture into. Shimmer addicts lurked left and right, and Olive had to stay on high alert to avoid their desperate grasps and begging cries. Perhaps it was the eyes that frightened her the most; bloodshot, and void of their now lost humanity. A shiver crawled down Olive's spine. Just when Olive was about to break and admit to the man that she couldn't do it, the light of what looked like a small stand or shop appeared in the distance.

"He s-sells potions, miss," the small man suddenly said. "He should be able to help your friend."

Olive caught herself nearly racing to the light. When she reached the small counter, she was met by a growling face behind a gate.

"I need something for my friend. Sh-she's been stabbed. Badly." Olive spoke breathlessly, conflicted by feelings of pure fear and determination. The potion-maker turned without a word and began doing something behind the gate. After a moment, he turned around with two vials in his hand. One larger, almost filled with a clear liquid, and a smaller one that seemed to be some form of...shimmer? Olive wasn't exactly in the position to be questioning it.

"Trade or coin," The creature grunted, clearly insinuating that payment was required for the glowing final ingredient.

"C-coin," Olive stuttered, pulling out a jingling pouch from one of her pockets. "Will this be enough?"

He opened the grate to pull the pouch through and looked at the contents. "Good." He closed the pouch and returned to the vials. With surprising gentleness, he poured a single drop of the smaller vial into the larger, which instantly took on the vibrant hue. He then corked the bottle and shoved it through the small slot before slamming the grate closed. Olive gulped and picked up the now glowing vial, tucking it into the most secure pocket she had.

"So how do we get out of here?"

Olive raced after the small man she had been traveling with — he was surprisingly quick on his feet. After what still felt like forever, they reached a part of the lanes that Olive was actually familiar with. She stopped, turning to her guide with an anxious smile.

"Thank you, so much. Really," She said quietly. The man shook his head.

"O-oh it's n-nothing, really," he replied, looking back down at his again wringing hands. "Even th-though I'm like this n-now, I s-still have to h-help someone in need." He looked up at Olive with huge eyes. "G-go," He continued, "it sounds like your friend needs you." Olive nodded and bid the man goodbye before turning and racing through the streets towards her apartment. Hopefully she hadn't taken too long.

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When Olive banged through her apartment door, her eyes first fell on Vi's slumped body. And her closed eyes.

"No," she whispered, "No, no, no, no, no, no." She rushed over to her, kneeling down and taking Vi's face in her hands. "Vi? Wake up, come on." Cold sweats started on her body. When Vi's eyes slowly fluttered open, Olive's shoulders sagged as she let out a sigh of relief.

"Did I make you nervous, Cupcake?" Vi asked quietly, half lifting her mouth in a smile and looking up at Olive. She suddenly groaned and held her abdomen where she had been stabbed, hissing when her hand came in contact with the wound.

"Hold on, I've got something for you," Olive hushed her quietly, pulling out the glass vial. Lifting up Vi's chin, she lifted the vial up to her parted lips and tipped the contents into her mouth. Vi slumped at first after drinking, but then her eyes suddenly flew open and flashed purple. She let out a roar of pain and her torso shot up, jolted with what was clearly a sudden pain. Olive was able to gently grab on to her arms when Vi's torso leaned into hers, trying to let her down slowly. Jolts continued to hit Vi's body, and she began whimpering in Olive's arms. Her hands naturally cupped Vi's face, looking into her eyes and gently circling her thumbs on her cheeks. "Easy, easy, easy," she soothed, finally being able to fully lean Vi back against the wall as the rushes of pain seemed to stop. Sighing, Olive stood back up and waited a few moments for Vi to come back to herself. Once Vi opened her eyes fully and began to sit up, Olive focused.

"We need to get you back on your feet," she said quietly, leaning against the wall. "I'm assuming Sevika has something to do with this Silco person? Whatever's going on, we need to be more careful." She took a deep breath and crossed her arms. "What did Sevika say to you, anyways?"

Vi seemed to consider something before answering. "I have a younger sister — Powder. I thought she was dead, but apparently not. Sevika told me she works for Silco." The last bit seemed to pain Vi more than she was letting on.

"How do you not know if your own sister is dead or alive?" Olive asked in what she quickly realized had been a condescending tone.

"You're one to talk," Vi scoffed. "It's hard to check up on people from a concrete cell." She stood up abruptly, advancing towards Olive. "Aren't you the one who came to me since you couldn't find your own mother on your own? You, who still doesn't know where she is or if she's alive? Shit, it's like you don't even understand how clueless you really are." Her glare pierced Olive's body.

Olive glared back for a moment before sighing. "You're right. I'm sorry," she replied, shrugging and letting her arms fall by her sides. She was about to continue talking before they were interrupted by a sudden clanging. Vi's face hardened as she turned and started stalking towards the door. The sounds of clanging and small cries continued.

But when she opened the door, Vi's stony face turned shocked when she saw who stood outside.

Silco, armed with two goons and crouching shimmer addicts that reached for the vials of the purple liquid he held in his hands.

"Vander's prodigy," he began. "I've regretted that we never had the opportunity to speak." Upon hearing his eerie voice, Olive took a few steps towards the door to look out, and saw her first glimpse of Silco. He was a small man, yet still somehow terrifying to take in. Half of his face was covered with horrible scarring, and his eye in the same place had been replaced with a large black orb with a small orange iris. But the true shock came when Olive caught sight of the face of one of the shimmer addicts who took a vial from his hands. She gasped when she recognized him — that was the man who had helped her find the potion for Vi.

It was her fault they had found them.

"What have you done with my sister?" Vi asked menacingly, taking a few threatening steps forward.

"I've freed her," Silco replied with a casual smirk. "Mistakenly, I believed you to be the prize of your so-called family. But, Jinx...She is better than I ever imagined."

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jynxd · 5 months

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shimmerbeasts asked:

"I am just wondering: Why take in the kid?"

Sevika grunted as she picked up the glass of cheap bourbon and tossed the content. Her left shoulder, though wrapped in a tight bandage, still felt like it was burning and even just the slightest twitch of muscles set the fire alight. Her dark eyes locked onto Silco as she rested on the beaten-down couch, they had found.

Everything in The Last Drop smelled too much of Vander. A now dead man, who was rotting away by the old cannery, which had been burnt out by a small brat's explosion. That same brat lay curled up and deep asleep on the same couch, inches away from Sevika. Under the blue tuft, her face revealed a mask of exhaustion. Today had been a lot. For all of them.

Sevika tore her gaze away from Powder and gestured with the half-empty bourbon glass towards Silco as she inquired: "I am just saying: I know that foundling culture demands that we look after one another, even the young who aren't our own. I would even get it if you wanted to take in Vi. But her... Right now, she is just another mouth, we gotta feed through for who knows how many moons? She is more a liability than an asset. Do you have any plans, concerning that girl?"

Ordinarily Silco had a simple, easy, answer to such a question and yet it wasn't. This girl was so fragile, so vulnerable. It would have been so easy to take the knife in his hand, which had been used to kill so many men and women, and kill her. This girl, who was one of Vander's precious children, a thorn in his side. It would have been to his benefit to rid the world of her and he had every intention of going through with that. Until she looked at him like that, said those words which hit so close to home.

'She left, she's not my sister anymore.' In his search for her sister, he had found the girl, abandoned by her own sister. Left alone in the pouring rain and then lead into the hands of a monster like himself. It was in that instant that he saw so much of him in her. Different situations but the pain was there, the pain that ate at your heart until there was nothing left and yet there was rage. This girl had so much more life to live, had the potential to be stronger. He decided then, that he would help her embrace that, for their cause, for her.

Initially he was going to take the sister in, Vi, but he soon realized that this girl was already more than her sister could ever be. He had heard what they said, just but a whisper of it. Just enough to know that bomb that was responsible for such mass destruction, was because of that girl laying on what was now his couch. Though it nearly cost him his life, Sevikas arm, and lives of his own men... It occurred to him that he could use this potential for their benefit. Could shape her into a monster, too.

"I suppose I see a bit of myself in this girl," Silco finally admitted out loud as he glanced over at Powder, who was sleeping so peacefully despite everything they'd all just been through. "Rage, betrayal, but there is also strength. Life. I will not subject her to the same life you and I have had to endure. Besides, she could be of use to us, to our cause."

Silco glanced down at his own glass, dangled a now empty glass with ice cubes before setting it down. He understood clearly where Sevika was coming from. Right now this girl had an equal potential to be a liability. Children is what weakened Vander, made him soft. Changed into him a shell of a man that made Silco cringe in disgust. However, Silco was not Vander. "I understand your concern, Sevika. But it must be known that I am not Vander. Vander was a soft, spineless man who betrayed the cause. I will not allow that to happen here, and if you suspect it will, I expect you to make sure that doesn't happen."

He stood up then and made his way over to the girl, reaching a slim hand to brush tear stained cheeks. Her face was red from all the crying she'd done since that day. 'Because you're a jinx.' He had heard that too. It was a name she seemed familiar with, had said that word so often already. It was name that represented a painful memory, maybe one that he could mold into something more, a key to making her strong.

"Betrayal is a powerful thing and I intend on using it to our benefit." He turned to face Sevika now, serious. The expression that matched the cold and calculated crime lord she knew well. "We can weaponize that betrayal, she's young and malleable, so easy to shape her into something they will all fear. Lest you forget that she's the reason you're in the condition you are in now."

There was something else, though. This girl had killed her own family, something that earned titles like he had. She would be accused of the same thing he had, familicide, and that he couldn't let happen. "I can see that monster growing inside her now and I intend on helping her realize its potential. Will you aid me in this, as my deputy?"

#shimmerbeasts #;That day I let a weak man die | Silco;#{Silco and Sevika thread}#{ I will bring the monster out; thread }#{ i think we got off on the wrong arm wanna try the other? | asks }

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independentzaun · 8 months

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Zaun doesn't have happy endings.

((Random drabble featuring Jinx. Content warnings for violence, blood, torture, dehumanization. Read at your own risk… is it a memory or a dream? Maybe, yes.))

If the thing running through Jinx’s mind was a dream as she stretched out across the rafters above Silco’s office it was a very vivid one, and if it was a memory it held her attention perhaps a bit too firmly. She of course had no intentions of admitting to anything one way or the other, and if anyone else could have said one way or the other they had their own problems to deal with.Regardless for a time her eyes were closed with a leg dangling downwards as she stayed still, and quiet letting something run across her mind. Something that regardless of if was a dream, or a memory brought a faint flush to her skin and a pleasant little rush through her body as she shifted ever so slightly. It started off simply enough, and with something that would likely have irritated anyone… of course Jinx wasn’t just anyone.

Jinx’s distaste for most of the food in Zaun due to textures, and inconsistent preparation had made her look forward to the chicken katsu sandwich in her hands all the more particularly as it was so seldom found in Zaun. The sandwich was in fact from a vendor that most of the time peddled their wares up in Piltover, but on rare occasions came down to the marketplace in Zaun. When Jinx had gone to get it she had even stood in line, and paid properly the same as anyone else if only because she had enough awareness to understand doing otherwise would only make it more likely she’d never get a sandwich from them again at least not down in Zaun which would be quite a shame. Walking away from the vendor she’d stepped to one side unwrapping the sandwich, and taking a small bite wanting to eat half of it before wrapping the rest back up and heading off somewhere more comfortable. With how she’d stepped out of the way Jinx had assumed things would be fine, but this was not a lucky day for her. One single bite was quickly followed by the feeling of someone shoving their way past her for no good reason Jinx knew of making her drop the sandwich onto the dirty wet pavement of Zaun. What had been a clean, pristine, and crispy selection of delicious food was now none of that. The sandwich spilled out of the wrapper so that the bread slid along the pavement becoming riddled with pebbles coated with mud at best and soaked from the dampness nearly constant in a place so close to water, the chicken escaping out from between the bread as it finally came to a stop only for someone's boot to come down onto it a second later ensuring that the only thing that might be willing or able to eat it was perhaps a scavenging rat, and the various condiments that had been a part of the sandwich squirting around the food like blood from a man who had just been gutted by Sevika and slammed against the ground.

Staring down at the one thing she’d been looking truly forward to nearly all day now ruined like so much else in Zaun Jinx’s eyes went flat, and her face near expressionless before lifting to watch the man who had treated her so rudely walk away without even an apology. Chewing for a moment, and than swallowing so that one bite at least wouldn't go to waste she considered for a second going back for another sandwich. The problem was that her mood was ruined now, and with her attention focused so tightly on the man it was near obsessive the odds of her enjoying another sandwich were low at best. Instead, Jinx simply followed the man who had, in her mind at least, ruined her day.

Down the road, through side streets, up onto one roof top or another, long blue braids swaying behind her as heavy boots stepped surprisingly quietly, and attention focused quiet firmly on the man who had offended her Jinx went largely unnoticed. As far as she was concerned this was something that needed her proper full attention, and a bit of time devoted to it rather than being something to be solved with a quick gunshot or a chomper exploding. Besides it wasn’t as though she had anything scheduled, or planned that she was going to miss. Even if she got home “late” Jinx’s habits coming and going were random enough at this point for it to not really be all that noticeable. Watching the man who had ruined her food pull out a key, and unlock a door to a ground floor apartment her head tilted a bit before she settled down somewhere up high sitting cross legged to wait. A few hours of watching that one apartment while playing with a chomper, or her braids, or her pistol and eventually Zaun entered the quiet hours of the night and any lights that had been shining through a window flickered off staying that way for long enough it seemed likely her prey was asleep. A few hops downwards, and a dash across the street followed by picking a lock and slipping inside had Jinx quickly looking around the apartment.

A portrait done of two men on the wall, a sofa big enough for two, and a kitchen well kept and comfortable that showed signs of use with a bottle of mushroom wine chilled and ready to sip. The whole place looked small, but homey. Spotting a dish left out for someone else with a note imploring them to eat before coming to bed Jinx picked it up, and strolled towards the bedroom. Her prey passed out on a large bed with a book next to him that he’d likely fallen asleep reading grumbled softly in his sleep before going quiet once more as the bedroom door shut than opened. Food placed on a chair in the corner Jinx moved quietly around the bedroom with a bit of wire so thin it was nearly invisible tying it here, and there. In the end she settled down in the chair, and started eating food placed aside for someone else. Not what she’d wanted, and it wasn’t even something she particularly enjoyed yet it was food all the same. Eventually though her presence in the room woke the man who sat up looking vaguely confused, and than angry.

“The fuck? You’re not, get the fuck out of my home! That’s NOT YOUR FOOD GET THE FUCK OUT FREAK!” As his voice steadily went louder the man started to move. Tossing his blankets to one side he scooted to one side of the bed placing his feet on the ground to stand.

Jinx in the meantime took another bite of food. “It’s my food now, and you don’t want to do that. I might actually just leave after I finish eating.” Voice playful, and mocking she knew quite well he wasn’t going to listen which of course he didn’t. Her eyes stayed on him as she ate the food he’d set aside for another without any care at all.

Frowning the man reached for a club he kept next to his bed, and stepped forward. “You’re going to leave now, and if you don’t we’re going to have a major problem. I don’t care who you are you can’t just, FUCK!” His voice went high and startled as his ankle hit a wire, and suddenly he found himself falling downwards. His cheek bouncing off of the bed frame, and his knee slamming into the floor as he failed to catch himself in time. It gave Jinx enough time to move however, and the next thing he knew a boot was against the side of his head making his face bounce off of the bed frame once more. The kick was followed up by a quick harsh punch, and than Jinx simply yanked the club out of his hand before raising it up and bringing it down onto his shoulder with a sickening crack as his shoulder broke. Tossing the club to one side Jinx chuckled softly. “Told you that you don’t want to do that.” Ignoring the sudden cascade of whimpers, groans, and curses coming from the man as he slumped against the floor Jinx crouched down watching him as she was now far more interested in her victim than the food she’d stolen.

“That must feel so weird to be in between things. In between being just a doll made of meat laying there limply because it’s not as though I have any reason to let you live tonight, and being a person moving about and existing. You aren’t exactly a person anymore not really just prey to play with after all, but you also aren’t a doll yet. Heh, It hurts doesn’t it? To be in that spot fallen down a well, and you haven’t climbed back out yet or died either you are just at the bottom whimpering and scratching at the walls trying to figure out what comes next.” Voice smooth, and contemplative her eyes stayed on his before she rolled her eyes hearing his continued curses directed her way. Reaching out with one hand surprisingly strong fingers clutched at his jaw as her voice went bright and cheerful sounding practically gleeful. “You talk too much. Particularly for someone almost a doll...why don’t we fix that?”

One hand keeping his mouth open her other hand went down to grab a knife Jinx carried with her. That knife found it’s way into her victim’s mouth a second later as she smirked pushing the knife as deep as possible before a quick swipe had his tongue cut off. A wet splat, and a spurt of red from his mouth as blood shot out onto the floor from a scream. Some of the blood hit Jinx’s fingers, and gloved hand but that wasn’t something she particularly cared about. What she did care about was the sudden possibility the man would bleed out as he gurgled, and his hands slapped at his face impotently trying to figure out a way to stop the bleeding before hitting at the floor. Frowning for a second Jinx rolled her eyes, and sighed reaching down for her lighter. “Oh stop being so whiny, as though no one has ever lost a tongue before.” Despite the frown, and chastising words there was an amused note to her voice that was slowly becoming more gleeful. Lighter letting out a sizable flame she hummed to herself for a good thirty seconds heating up her knife with the lighter as the man continued spitting blood onto the floor, and even reached into his own mouth trying to squeeze at what small part of his tongue might be left to stop the bleeding which only resulted in him gagging himself and a large splatter of blood getting coughed out against Jinx’s leg as a result.

Knife heated up Jinx ran a hand into the man’s hair taking a firm grip and using it to slam his head down against the floor. “Now be a good lil corpse, and stay still for me so I can help with your little bleeding problem.” Eyes gleaming with enjoyment she moved suddenly letting her hand leave his hand, and move to his jaw forcing it open while one of her knees slammed onto his chest pinning him down. Lips pulling into a sinister smile the heated knife was suddenly inside the man’s mouth pressing against the bit of tongue still remaining as suddenly there was a smell of heated metal, and burning flesh along with the sound of blood sizzling. It made Jinx’s eyes gleam with delight as the man’s feet beat against the floor, and a soft laugh escape from her. At this point it wasn’t about the food ruined, or otherwise anymore. It was about the fact she held all the power, and could do whatever she wanted to him giving her a feeling of control she adored particularly when placed side by side with causing someone pain and sending them down into their own well darkness. “Such a wiggling, struggling dolly. You really shouldn’t be moving this much lil corpse that’s not normal. At least not unless someone else is moving you around. Why don’t we fix that next?”

Knife removed from her victim’s mouth Jinx stood and stretched for a second before suddenly taking the very simple approach of bringing her boots to bear against him. A few playful kicks against the mans ribs at first, and than they got harder and more directed. The kicks went downwards to slam against his hips, but the first kick that did real damage was one that broke her prey’s knee with a stomp following afterwards onto it shattering the man’s knee entirely. His other knee was treated the same, ankles, elbows, shoulders, and in the end he was a largely immobile whimpering crying thing. Jinx’s eyes shining bright with a sadistic enjoyment, and a fang filled grin that spoke very clearly of one simple thing. They were not done yet.

“There we go now you don’t ever have to worry about where you are going to, or how you’re getting there, or how to move about! Aren’t I nice? You don’t look very grateful though… something is missing… what is it though?” A boot on the man’s chest as Jinx stared down at him for a long moment and than snapped her fingers. “I know! No one likes a sad dolly, and that’s what you’re going to be soon. Not quite yet no. Still a bit too much life in you, but soon. So let’s fix that too.” Once again her knife was going to be brought out, and crouching down one of her hands clutched at his jaw hard enough to hurt as the knife went between his teeth and cut open his cheek first on one side than on the other. “Now if you were going to live the scar from that would be a nice smile, but let’s be honest that’s probably not going to happen lil corpse so do you have any staples around here? Lil corpse? Oh! I’m silly why am I asking some doll where things are? Doll’s don’t talk. Even I know that, heh. I’m not that crazy.” Standing up Jinx sighed glancing around before moving around the apartment searching for staples and a stapler, or if not that perhaps a needle and thread.

It didn’t take Jinx long to find staples, and a stapler and returning to the man she hummed softly pinning him once more with a knee as she tilted her head. “Now we don’t want some big smile. You aren’t a clown after all. Let’s see it needs to be just right,” a staple punched into the mans skin before she frowned and shook her head. That staple would get ripped out of her victim’s face, and the same thing would happen a few more times before Jinx finally seemed satisfied. A series of eight staples on either side giving her “doll” a pleasant smile resulting in a little nod from her as she tossed the stapler across the room. “There, almost done now. After all I can only spend so much time here. Eventually I have to go back home you know. Sure I spend a lot of time at my workshop, and all but you know dads. Disappear for a night or two, and he gets worried. Should I tell him you said hi? This has been fun after all! Wait, fuck, no, dolls don’t talk Jinx you know that, duhhhhh that’s half the fun of them. Well that’s okay we can always pretend.” Rolling her eyes at herself Jinx reached behind herself, and pulled out a chomper as she stood. “This wont hurt much. Will put a bit of a hole in your chest, but that’s okay. Just hold still, and be good and this will be over…” Voice trailing off Jinx’s head turned as she suddenly focused on something before she held up a finger. “Shhhhhh.”

Seconds later Jinx was crouched down behind the bed on the opposite side of the bedroom door with her pistol in one hand. Another man’s voice could be heard in the apartment calling out for his lover, and sounding vaguely puzzled as well as a bit concerned a question was offered as the bedroom door opened. “Hey babe you feeling okay? I thought you said you were making dinner for both of us? I know I got home late, but… oh, oh no, oh gods!” Knees slamming into the ground the man let out a sob seeing the condition of his boyfriend. Jinx unable to help it peaked out just a touch to watch, and her “doll” spotting her let out a loud whining whimpering sound trying to warn his lover which was completely misunderstood by the other man.

“I’m so sorry I should have gotten home sooner, who did this to you!? No that’s not, that’s not important. Come on I’ll get you to a doctor, we can get you fixed and than I’ll make you dinner and help you recover and everything's going to be okay I promise. This is going to hurt, and I’m so sorry my love I have to move you though.” The whimpering turned into a keening sound as the tongueless man with his face stapled into a smile tried to scream, and failed. Jinx’s eyes narrowed as her grasp tightened a bit on her pistol before relaxing as she shrugged, and she let them go. If the man’s boyfriend really wanted his own helpless doll than fine, whatever. There was a certain satisfaction to the idea of those two struggling through life in Zaun from now until… well whenever one of them left the other. It wasn’t as though they’d last after all not now.

This was Zaun, and people didn’t get happy endings here.

Monsters could, sometimes, but not people.

#jinxdrabbles #blood cw #torture cw #dehumanization cw

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bloodiedmedic · 1 year

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Jacky Boy has a bad day

Drabble, basis is Irisa’s father Jack has been captured and will be tortured. Starting portion of Jack from @astrxae . Content warnings…. don’t read if you aren’t comfortable with horror gore and torture. Needles, blood, damage to feet, lips, eye stuff, etc.

Jack had been glancing around the room. His face hurt from the beating he had taken from Silco. Funny, he never thought a skinny, filthy zaunite like him could land such blows on him. He had to give it to him, it had earned some respect from the older Piltovian. However, as footsteps closed in, his chocolate hues shot to the door. When Alexis entered, the first thing he did was letting out a bitter chuckle. His face however hardened, before he spit to the ground at their direction. "Your boss is a fucking pussy," He snarled at them. "And now he sends me you? What is this? A fucking comedy show?" He began to snicker meanly. "Don't make me fucking laugh. What are you going to do? Pat me to death? One kick and you break in half." He tugged at his bindings, as he shot forward, glaring at the other. "Untie me, and let's see how fucking breakable you are."

((Cut for length and content)).

Stepping into the room Alexis was dressed in their normal long coat with it’s various pockets as well as the rest of their standard outfit with button up shirt, and the like. Glancing around to see a dark basement burrowed into the bedrock of Zaun there was a faint amused chuckle if only because they’d spent their fair share of time in places like this already. Strange how life repeated itself. Attention turning to Jack they strolled forward, and went down to a knee nodding in satisfaction seeing his legs bound at the ankles. “Why would I untie you?” Glancing up Alexis reached out casually untying Jack’s shoes, and pulling them off to toss them to the side would tug his socks off as well. Standing they shook their head as they tied the socks together deliberately creating a large ball with the joining knot. “You already proved yourself a coward multiple times, and once ran from me and Sevika. Besides…”

Shaking the socks a bit Alexis casually reached out gripping at Jack’s nose to pinch it shut until he opened his mouth at which point his own joined together socks got stuffed into it. Stepping around him with a hand on those socks Alexis used their other hand to reach for the ends of the socks and started to tie them together. “I’m already tired of your voice. Worse kind of fucking Piltie. Not only arrogant, but stupidly arrogant at that. You have no idea who, or what you’re dealing with. Also, Jacky Boy, bigger scarier men than you have tried to break me be it with fist or word or cock and none of them did it. You certainly can’t.”

Slapping him across the back of his head they nodded, and moved to grab a chair that’d been in the middle of the room and sat down in it. Ignoring his angry mumbles Alexis pulled out cigarette and lighter taking a deep drag off of a quickly lit cigarette before blowing the smoke into Jack’s face. “You know I was going to try to follow Irisa’s example. I really was. Because… well I’d like to think that at this point she does want you dead on some level. Hopefully a level high enough to make it happen. I’m not convinced that the sweet Kind Doctor would want us to have you in this basement torturing you however. Which, make no mistake is what I’m here to do. I may be a doctor, but I’m not kind. Anyways.” Another pull at their cigarette before once again that smoke went into Jack’s face as the socks swallowed his complaints.

“So I was giving Silco the end of day report because with Irisa hurt, and the bad mood he’s been in no one wants to deal with him at this point which means it falls to me. I don’t really care he might yell or snap, but he’s not going to randomly toss me into a fighting pit so I’m fine with it. Don’t like the pompous fucker who hasn’t done nearly as much for Zaun as he liked to think, but he’s better than others that have had my services so it doesn’t really matter. Where was I? Right, report. So he mentioned you here, and this that and the other thing and it made me remember something.” One more drag and Alexis leaned in a bit. “Kind people can only survive when they have monsters willing to live in the darkness, and handle the bad shit for them. Monsters though sometimes need their own particular enjoyments, and release...and revenge. You see I owe Irisa my life. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have the job I do which I do quite enjoy, and my sickness which thankfully was cured might have gotten bad enough to kill me.” Turning their cigarette in their hand they leaned down and put it out on Jack’s big toe watching him try to yank his foot away and failing utterly as the chair was latched to the ground and his leg to the chair. Flicking the cigarette away Alexis stood tugging their coat off and putting it on the chair they’d been sitting on before removing their glasses. “Unfortunately for all concerned. Including myself if I’m honest. No matter how much I ask Kindred and Wolf for their aid...I’m still a Monster.”

Pulling out a rolled up bundle from their coat as well as another small box they set both on the floor unrolling, and opening them as need be. “Now Silco had two rules. The first was you stay alive, and the second was that you remain able to sign your name. Speaking of which you are...right handed? Yes?” Glancing up for a moment Alexis nodded. “Well I’ll assume you are.” Taking out a handful of something shiny and long it’d be hard for Jacky to tell what they were at first. However he’d quickly figure it out when Alexis tapped at his left hand, and forced a finger up before sliding one thick needle under his fingernail and into the soft skin behind it while making that nail pop upwards a bit. Smirking at the inevitable sound of pain that would accompany that needle going into place Alexis let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. “You see this isn’t how I normally do things. Normally I prefer some drugs, and a scalpel, and removing your organs. The problem is I know myself and, hold still for a moment.” Tugging another finger up they’d slide one more needle under a fingernail shoving that needle as deep as possible without actually making the nail pop off. “Thank you. Now if I bring out a scalpel and start cutting at your chest I am going to remove organs. My control isn’t that good much as I wish it was. So I think tonight is a good night to test some new things.”

Those “new things” weren’t actually so new, but it suited Alexis to pretend they were. In truth Alexis wished they were new things, but the universe didn’t care what you wished for. Alexis had learned that years ago. Softly they started to hum to themselves as those needles continued sliding one after another after another under the mans fingernails on his left hand ensuring each nail got two needles forced under them.

Life has no mercy Blood knows no pain Life has no mercy for the man to be done Who doesn't love a lost cause? Who doesn't love a lost cause?

Finishing they glanced up hearing screams and muffled yells from behind the improvised gag. “What’s that? Don’t forget your feet? Oh brilliant idea, I might have forgotten those. However I don’t feel like crouching down there so why don’t we make this quick?” Grabbing the chair they’d sat in they moved it pushing the corner of one leg between the big toe of Jack’s foot and his other toes. “Take a breath. This might hurt.” Talking a step back Alexis kicked near the base of the chair slamming it forward and forcing Jack’s big toe to go so far to one side with the width of the chair’s leg that you could hear an audible crunch as bones crushed in the effort to move away. Tugging the chair away Alexis quickly did the same to his other foot. “It’s rather painful to walk with a broken big toe, and your foot itself is likely damaged now as well. Count yourself lucky your legs are tied because normally I’d have properly hobbled you.”

With Jack's big toes both swollen and to the side Alexis raised a booted foot and slammed it down on one big toe making it go down and against the chair Jack was strapped to hard enough for skin to split to the bone. Quickly they did the same to the other before slapping at Jack’s face. “Oh come on now Jacky Boy where’s all that bluster you had when I walked in? Come on now, tt...Need a break? Alright, alright. I could use a cigarette anyways.” Walking away Alexis bent down grabbing their smokes once again and lit one. “Normally this is a more...I hate to say it, but erotic thing for me. You just aren’t doing it for me though Jacky, but I guess that makes sense. You must have left every woman in your life you’ve ever been with bone dry. Can’t blame Irisa’s mother for cucking you. No, no don’t argue. I’m Half Ionian, and a doctor. I know what you look like, and I know what Irisa looks like. It’s okay take some breaths, you’re just a Piltie after all. Most you arrogant shits up there don’t know how to please anyone.”

Flicking some ash off onto Jack’s face Alexis tilted their head a bit. “Hmmm, maybe it’s your eyes. Could be that’s the issue. Still a bit too much defiance there. Well we can do something about that.” Eyes narrowing for a moment they reached out with one hand gripping at Jack’s jaw, and suddenly put their cigarette out on his hand watching as he squirmed and tried to fight. “You said what am I going to do? Simple. I’m going to make you hate your life. You see Silco, Sevika, even Jinx are all very good at violence. They are all very good at what they do I won’t take that away from them. However.” Leaning in Alexis purred in Jack’s ear. “They are good at violence. Torture takes a different kind of approach and for as good as they are at torture well let’s be honest. They are amateurs. It’s really not them you have to worry about. A few slaps and hits and cuts and whatever. Even your weak pitiful cuckolded Piltie ass could probably take that. It’s me, and them softening you up for me. You see I’ll come back. This won’t be our last time together.”

Patting at him Alexis stood back up and considered him before reaching down to pull those needles out from under his fingernails. Taking a step away Alexis bent down, and collected their things than left giving a little wave as they went. “Enjoy your rest Jacky. I’ll be back tomorrow probably. I’m going to go make damn sure that that beautiful kind woman who deserves so much better than any of us can give her survives.”

It was two days before they returned, and when they did the socks were gone but replaced by rope keeping him jacked. Sitting down Alexis lit a cigarette. “Sorry about the wait Jacky boy. Irisa...well there was bit of a scare last night, but she made it and now she’s doing better than ever. How about you? No, no don’t answer. See me and Silco were talking and we agreed on something. It’s better for me to concentrate on Irisa and her care and on making sure than when she wakes up she’s not alone. However… I get one more night. With you. Just us. Last time might as well have been first base. Didn’t even get me going. Maybe tonight we can get me a bit heated up. Let’s find out.” Standing up quickly their coat was off as well as their button up shirt. Pulling out their sharp blade they commonly used for fighting with Alexis wasted no time at all. Tip of the blade under a fingernail of the left hand, wiggle it further in and than with a sudden movement the nail was ripped completely off.

Summer's day as she passed away

Birds were singing in the summer sky

Then came the rain and once again

A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors

But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor

And when I die, I expect to find him laughing

Voice softly humming Alexis popped nail, after nail, after finger nail off of his left hand. Tossing the knife onto his lap Alexis grabbed their lighter and with cigarette still in their mouth simply held the flame to each finger one by one burning the nail bed. “Occurs to me that rope must be getting real uncomfortable. We should do something about that next.” Tossing the lighter onto their coat they took a step back watching the tears going down Jack’s eyes, and now… now they finally felt that heat down in their core starting to build. It pulled a smirk to Alexis’ face as they tossed their smoke to the edge of the room

Going through their stuff they grabbed some suturing needles, and thread. Getting it all together real quick Alexis casually straddled Jack’s lap, and brought their knife up to cut the rope letting it drop from his mouth. Immediately that same knife was under his jaw keeping it from moving. “Silco said not to kill you. Didn’t say I couldn't shove a knife through your jaw and you’ve got nothing I want to hear so mind your tongue.” Tapping at his throat for a moment Alexis dropped their blade, and than used the now free hand to hold his mouth shut. Legs going wide they scooted in close and carefully started to stitch his mouth closed. Head tilting a bit they grinned.

“Now don’t make a fuss or this will hurt even more.” Up, down, up, down, up, down it went. Hole after hole punched into his lips, and that thread slithering through it making first one corner unable to move and then half of his lips and finally his entire mouth was stitched closed. Cutting the needles off Alexis quickly tied the thread off and patted at his cheek. “There we go. Quite nice….Ugh I wish I could reach into your gut, but noooo. No killing.” Their eyes were starting to get bright, and wild as their lips pulled into a far too enthusiastic smile.

Pausing for a moment they tilted their head, and then chuckled softly. “Well since I am already here. It occurs to me that since Silco is the Eye of Zaun….mmmmm...yes I think so.” Studying Jack they grinned than leaned back, and reached downwards grabbing their container of needles. Sitting back up Alexis pulled out a needle and leaned in close. One hand reached for Jack’s eyelid, but instead of opening in they pulled it down. “You really should stay still.” Smoothly that needle slid into the eyelid puncturing it, and than actually slid over the orb of his eye poking behind it. Leaving him with that feeling of something inside of his eye socket Alexis grabbed another needle. That one mimicked the first but was inserted a bit to one side. “Tell me have you ever looked at that ostentatious sign Silco has above the Last Drop? Well it gave me an idea, and...ah you’ll understand when I’m done no doubt.”

One needle slid into the bottom of the eyelid, and down into Jack’s cheek keeping it pinned, That was the only one that didn’t end up going behind his now closed eye. Slowly needle after needle Alexis punctured his flesh filling the back of his eye socket with so much steel every time his eye flinched it felt like it was being prodded or pushed back forward again. Finishing with what could charitable be considered a rather odd imitation of That Sign above the Last Drop Alexis grinned and nodded. “Excellent. Of course there is one last little thing. Right now your eye lid looks positively boring in the middle of all that steel after all.” That was the only warning Jack got as slowly one more needle slid through the eyelid and into the center of his eyeball moving through the squishy orb and further still as though Alexis was pinning a butterfly for presentation. When it stopped moving you could almost hear the faint clink at the back of his eye when the needle bumped against another one, and Alexis nodded in satisfaction. “Excellent. You know Jacky Boy I’m not quite as hot as I’d like, but I’m starting to get there. Not bad, you’re doing...how would Jinx put it….fuck I know I’ve heard her say it to Chuck...Oh right. You’re doing grrreat Jack.”

A soft laugh came from them as they slid off of his lap smirking at the droplets of blood now dripping from his mouth as he’d tried to rip his own lips apart by screaming. “I need to get going soon. Silco made it clear I could play with you one more time, but I need to get back to the medical clinic where Irisa is. Which I’m fine with I have no issue with that. So why don’t we keep this last bit simple hmmm?” Cigarette, lighter, the now familiar click and the scent of smoke. A long deep drag as Alexis and nodded before they turned a bit to one side and held out that light and started to heat the needles in Jack’s face. As those needles heated his fingers and feet drummed as hard as they could and Alexis could smell his flesh start to cook. It wasn’t a scent they particularly enjoyed, but it wasn’t one they hated either. Waving the flame back and forth Alexis kept the heat growing the entire four or five minutes they smoked, and by the time they were done Jack’s flesh and eye had gone from cooking… to burned. Even if Silco let the man live he’d be disfigured for some time with burn marks in his eyelid, and the flesh around it. A small portion of his lip had now ripped as he managed to let out a loud hoarse attempt at a scream, and Alexis just let out a cruel soft laugh.

“You know the funny thing? You hurt Irisa more than this. You hurt her more than I could ever hurt you. Because at one point she trusted, and loved you. Remember that Jack you had a beautiful, kind, sweet, loving daughter who still to this day is kind to people that...that don’t deserve it honestly. She is though, and you drove her away and than tried to kill her. Nothing I do will ever compare to that, but I hope that you remember that. That you remember how you betrayed the woman you raised. Even if she wasn’t blood Jack. She was family, and you hurt her. Good bye Jack. I think Silco is starting to loose patience. If you were anyone else I’d say I hope he doesn’t decide to involve Singed, but for you I’ll make an exception.”

Grabbing their stuff, Alexis turned and left. Leaving behind a mutilated man blind in one eye smelling the scent of his own flesh cooked,as his fingers twitched with pain, and his feet swelled from the breaks forced on him the other day. Alexis had no pity at all, and hoped that Silco would allow them another chance but if he didn’t...well they’d certainly left a lasting impression on dear old Jacky boy.

The fucking traitor.

#astrxae #zaunalexis #torture cw #blood cw #eyes cw #gore cw

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thehoundwrites · 2 years

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Forgive me Father

MDNI - NSFW 18+

Note: Priest!Sevika x fem!reader basically you go to church one night and end up in the confession booth with Father Sevika, sevika is not a good priest, goes to bars, sleeps around, drinks, smokes, and gambles.

Tw: nsfw, relgion, smut, Fingering (vaginal), body worship, size kkinks, punishments, manhandling, spanking, Preist/Father kink, uniform kink, power dynamics, Degradation, praise, dirty talk, humiliation, public sex(?)

Word count: 3,176

Even when the sun was set, and the moon peered from behind the buldings. The sun persisted, fighting to stay in the pinkened sky and yet the streets looked the same. Strangers that stood on the sidewalks of your not so busy town still chatted as their voices got lower and lower drowned out by the hum in your headphones. It was a bustling night however, and you even recognized some faces when they smiled as you walked by. As if on instinct you’d give them a small polite smile back and in an attempt to avoid any conversations you so desperately didn't want to have, so you decided to put your other earbud in to drown out the unwanted buzz. The air was dull however as the talking died down and everyone had returned home or were on their way, the pink and orange sky turning darker. It wasn’t a fearful dark, since you always took the same route after work everyday, left, left straight for a bit left, right boom home. It was always the same.

The only change up in your life was when you got invited out clubbing with your friends. Most of them loved to part as much as the next guy, you all found yourselves in a new adventure and whichever guy who was unlucky enough to end up flirting with you ended up with a bruised ego. Your friends knew enough to talk you out of giving him actual bruises, fortunately.

It was content, and calm. But seemingly bland.

You were heading home from work now tonight, your nerves relaxed as you blared the music of your headphones into your ears. "Pink rover, pink rover please send the coward over, and if he starts to holler but a knife up to-" you always tend to get lost within your mind. Music playing lets you escape from reality, although you really should pay more attention to your surroundings. Like now, your shoulder collided with something hard. Someone’s arm you noticed when you took an earbud out to apologize, looking up to whichever poor soul that had to deal with you trying to bulldoze them. And to your surprise stood a woman in a dark cassock, her posture leaning over you a bit. As you noticed her hand curled around your arm, her palms were very big against your bare skin and her fingers nearly long enough to wrap around your entire wrist. "That was an awfully crude song you were singing, my child." You couldn't help it, your eyes were wondering. The black of her could clung to her shoulders so you could see the curves of her muscles, you could see her perfect torso but the coat hung loose around her legs, you couldn’t help but to wonder if beneath the loose drapes were as chiseled as the parts you could make out.

But it seems she noticed your lack of response and took advantage of the silence and invited you inside.

"Why don't you come in for the sermon, perhaps God brought you here for a reason" she said her gray eyes looked kind, with an intense stare that almost made you melt. You thought she could read your mind for a moment, you didn't know if you wanted her to or not at the moment either.

"Sure, sounds fun" you mocked undecided on attending, waiting simply for her response, you realized her large hand had made its way up your arm to grip your shoulder lightly. "The answer to that would be, Yes Father." She said dark lips curling up and her eyebrows raised, face a bit to yours for comfort. So close that you could smell the putrid smoke of her cigarette in her breath. You gulped your body starting to shudder, a bit.

You felt your cheeks heating up a bit, you weren't sure about the signals, but God you wanted to be on your knees worshiping her. You decided what you had to lose. It's not like you had much respect for churches anyways why should you care if you embarrass yourself.

"Of course Father, anything you want." You smiled sweetly, your eyes wide at staring at her lips wondering what they felt like on yours, imagining her black lipstick smearing across your skin.

"Good girl" she replied, placing her hand in the middle of your back, guiding you inside, your jaw clenched and you felt like your ability to breathe was taken away by every touch.

The two of you walked in silence down the aisle between the pews, you could feel your heart pounding "It should start in a moment, please take a seat upfront." It seemed you were already in front of everyone, not realizing you had made it all the way across the room. Luckily not many parishioners had decided to sit in the front pews however.

"Yes father" you replied, going to sit down, patting down your short skirt. With your dark clothing, black skirt, collar and ripped nylons you didn't feel like you belong here. You could swear everyone was judging you the moment you walked inside.

Before the priest had let go of your back she whispered "Keep your legs open for me, princess." Your eyes widened a bit at her brashness. You went silent, licking your lips as your mouth felt incredibly dry all of a sudden.

"Okay…" you were able to mumble out quietly. Your heart started pacing faster than you thought possible as you sat down, the tingling in your core happy to have some pressure. You'd realized your knees were weak ever since you felt her hand on you. The scent of cologne and smoke tickled your nose still squirming a bit and realizing Father had already started her eyes looked at you for a moment watching you squirm under her glare. Her eyes glanced down to your shoes and you remembered your legs were supposed to be open. Slowly you opened your thighs, eyes glued to the priest, she seemed pleased. Or you assumed by the smirk that grew across her face as she turned to greet everyone.

"Good evening Father Sevika"

So Sevika was the Father's name, huh?

You kinda stopped listening after that though, you did try to pay attention. You zoned out after a while, and brought your phone out putting a headphone in. Your legs were still wide. The cold air from the air-conditioner had you squirming a bit trying to get relief. You felt hot even though your skin was ice cold. Maybe showing this much skin is actually a bad idea. Not for the reasons they tell you though, goosebumps were covering your skin. Your music started playing finally "I'm not fazed, only here to sin, If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can.. Call me by your name-" you brought back into church when you heard a specific word come out of Father Sevikas mouth as she addressed her parishioners, you pulled your earbud out to listen.

"And in Mathew 5:28 But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his" her eyes wander over the crowd until the intense eyes met you, legs still hung open for her as she studied your body so intensely, you thought you were gonna melt, and she could probably see the wet spot growing in your panties.

Sevika went on smiling at the crowd as if she wasn't just undressing you in her mind.

Thankfully the sermon was over sooner than you thought. You noticed the church grew quiet and you bowed your head with them simply so you wouldn’t stand out even more than you already did, a moment later everyone began to leave and you stood with them quietly as they paced and and you watched the father dismiss the last stragglers.

And you approached her and the two people talking to her waiting for your turn, they said their goodbyes and began to head out.

"May I confess something, Father."

Sevika's eyes stared down at you grey eyes studying you expression as you tried to fein your best innocent, desperate look you could. Her eyebrows scrunched a bit and you could see her cheeks move a bit clenching her jaw. "As you wish, follow me child."

You did, you followed her into another room. And the booth was not what you expected; it looked like an oversized dresser with curtains. "God is forgiving my child, please confess thy sins so that I may offer you penance."

You looked at her for a moment, you were hoping you could say it right to her face, that this entire time she'd been up there you'd been imaging all the ways she should fuck you let your hand trail up those perfect arms as she tried her best to resist the temptation, so you could see the way she would look at you. So you coils see those gorgeous gray eyes darken glaring at you like she would eat you alive.

"Do you know what to do my child, or shall I teach you"

"I've never done this before." You said quietly before she placed a hand on your back.

"Simple, go inside and kneel. Confess thy sins unto our creator and beg for forgiveness." She wasn't looking at you though.

It didn't sound simple.

"Yes Father"

"Good girl"

You did as you were told, moving behind the curtain and kneeled. You weren't quite sure how to start so you just went with what you've heard before.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." You said, your hands against the edge of the room holding yourself still, the skin of your knees pressing into polished wood beneath you and it started to hurt.

"I've never used a confession booth before and I’m sorry for that. I ask for your forgiveness for my greed, my unfaithfulness, my lust. I've drank so much in my life, I swear, I use your name in vain. But mostly I need forgiveness for my behavior. I've been partying so much, hooking up without any second thoughts. I know you teach that our bodies are a temple that we must abstain until marriage, but women are so gorgeous lord, you made them irresistible. Even your priest here. Father Sevika, my mind has been lusting for her since I bumped into her. I was hoping she was going to have me confess on the pews. I wanted to watch her face as confessed how badly I wanted her to fuck me. that I wanted her to look into my eyes, and watch me undress for her. That I'd get on my knees and worship her like a God… excuse my language…" you snorted you couldn't even keep your face straight anymore.

"Her eyes are so intense, I felt myself melt from the heat, her hands felt so big on my back, I wanted her hands to go further, to smack my ass to grab my chin and-" the curtain whipped open behind you and made you stop dead in your tracks. You were facing the opposite direction but luckily you were able to stand before she stepped inside.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

You began to turn around and when you did she was extremely close boxing you in the booth she had to duck a bit as you felt your back press against the jagged wall behind you.

"No Father I-"

"I do not care for excuses, I do not allow pretty girls to act like sluts around me without some repercussions".

"Reprecuss-?"

She didn’t look mad, infact her face oozes arrogance. She stood tall, completely eliminating your ability to leave her arms on either side of you. An eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips, satisfied by the surprise and fear in your eyes at her sudden actions.

You felt her hands on your hips as she turned you to face the wall, the front of your torso against the wood pulling your ass out towards her. You felt her breath on the back of your neck, it sent chills down your spine. Her large hands trailing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs rough calloused fingers curling around the hem of your underwear, her short nails scratching a bit of your skin.

“What? Isn’t this what you wanted?” You felt her dark lips press to the nape of your neck, her hand groping your ass.

You felt her pants press against the skin of the back of your thigh, your underwear barely covering any skin. Her hand was warm against your skin.

“Father, please,” you whispered.

“That’s not what I told you to say.” She growled in your ear, a sharp ‘whap’ sounded as you felt a sting on your ass.

“The answer is ‘Yes father’, and when I spank you. You say ‘Thank you father.’ When I'm inside you, you say ‘Please, Father’. Do you understand?” She asked her lips trailing down your back hot skin teasing your skin as she trailed downward. Her other arm at the side of your head palm flat against the wood keeping you in place.

“Yes Father”

She spanked you again, harder.

“Good girl”

Your eyes squinted shut your face scrunching.

“Thank you, Father” You choked as her hand rang against your skin again. She smacked you a couple more times and you thanked her as you were told until you moaned it out, in which she stopped. You felt her hand and body leave your body.

You wanted to look back but you didn't have the nerve your chest was heaving.

All of a sudden you felt her body press yours against the walls, muscles pressing against your back hard wood jutting into your stomach as her teeth grated against your ear. “Are you fucking enjoying this? You're fucking filthy aren’t you princess.” She asked, gripping your sides, pressing her pelvis against your back, her fingers dipping in between your thighs.

“Ahh, Yes father. Please..”

“That's right, beg for me.” Her finger began to toy with your clit, messaging it harshly holding your body still with her other hand, her thumb teasing your pussy, the tip of her thumb barely pressing inside but barely. Brushing agonizingly at the sensitive skin right inside of you.

“P- Please Father”

“God youre so fucking wet, you like this? Getting fucked in church. You must feel so special, are you? Or do you just slut yourself out to anyone who you think could make you cum?”

“Father I-”

“I asked you a question.” She snarled her grip tightening, it felt harsh enough to bruise.

“Mhmm- not everyone. You’re just so attr-Ahh.”

You were cut off by her shoving a thick finger inside you roughly, her pace was fast as she pumped in and out of you, your panties pulled to the side, and her clothed leg in between the two of yours, her dress shoe hooked around your ankle to keep your leg in place.

“I didn't tell you to stop.” She huffed, her raspy voice hung lower now, you could tell she was starting to get out of breath.

“Ahh- please father, you just looked so good standing there- you are so big and domminent, I thought you would fuck me until I went dumb for you Father.”

“Yea- you want me so bad you’d slut yourself out in church. That if you flirted enough with the priest that you’d get fucked like the little whore you are, huh?” You felt her smirk against your shoulder as she curled her finger right at your sweet spot and your legs nearly gave out.

“C’mon princess you can take it can’t you”

“Yes Father, Please, Please God you feel so good- Fuck- Please father”

You couldn’t help but to give in completely, you were completely at her mercy.

She added another finger and you clenched around her, her pace quickened. She felt big inside you, even with only two fingers, her hands were large. You felt her lean over you, her lips nearly grazing your cheek as her hot breath hit your face. “You sound divine, keep begging and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yes Father!” You were desperate, you needed her so bad, her fingers pumped faster inside of you, the hand on the wall gone as you felt her breath hitch against your skin, you assumed you knew where it went. There was a string of pleas and mumbling “Father” Each time you did you could feel yourself growing closer and closer the knot in your stomach tensing your legs stiffening as you tried to hold yourself up. “Fuck please I’m so close, please father”

“The cum for me princess, Give in. ” She closed the gap this time you could feel the hard skin of her abs against your back, her other hand reached around and pressed on your stomach right above your waist, it was a bit wet before it trailed down to your clit adding the sensation you needed. You began to squirm your hips, moving in rhythm with her hands moaning out her name. She didn’t stop after that, she fingered you through your orgasm until you were leaning on her for support, unable to stand on your own. “Give me one more baby girl, I know you can.”

She continued to finger fuck you until you came again, her hands wet with your slick. She pulled out slowly letting you drip all over your thighs, her hands supporting your body as she pulled your panties back into place.

She gave you a moment. “You’ll come back next sunday then? You can get on your knees for me next time.” She said, waiting for you to catch your breath, her lips brushing against the skin behind your ear.

When you could you turned around out of her grasp and leaned your back against the wall. “Wouldn’t it be a sin to worship you?” You teased lightly, still a bit out of breath. “It is, however its still tempting-” she said, stepping in closer to her lips near yours. “Isn’t it?” The soft skin of her lips brushed against hers as you went in to kiss them. Her lips pressed back her body somehow finding a way to keep you in the booth still a tooth scraped against your lower lip so you parted them, she sucked your tongue into her mouth.

This didn't seem too holy. When she pulled away you were breathless again.

“If I come back I need to know something first… Are you a real priest?” You couldn’t help but to wonder.

“With power comes, the power to do what I want. Including girls like you.” She taunted smirking at you before backing away leaving you leaning against the wall.

“Speaking of, do you need a ride home. It's a bit dark for you to be wandering home weakly in that” she commented, eyeing your outfit.

You probably shouldn’t.

“Please, Father?”

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thirstyzaunite420 · 2 years

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Headcanon: Arcane peeps and alternative love languages

I love it when people have untraditional love languages, so I came up with a few ideas about the unique ways the characters prefer to show affection. Enjoy!

Rating: SFW

Characters: Silco, Viktor, Jinx, Vander, Sevika, Vi

Silco: future planning

Silco didn't seem like the settling down type, and in the beginning of your relationship you had resigned yourself to the conclusion that this would be a short lived affair. You nearly choked on the snack you were munching on the first time he uttered the words "our house", the comment thrown into the air as though it was an every day occurrence. Soon enough that came to be the case, the two of you discussing location, layout, ideas for rooms and style in your future home. He talks often of your part in his business ventures, asking your opinion and having you help him plan out long term goals. Your presence has been a staple for him, and he simply cannot imagine a version of his life that doesn't include you.

Viktor: sharing music

It started out simple enough. While taking a break in between projects, Viktor would put on some music, telling you about the first time he heard the song and how he immediately knew he had to show it to you. He's not particularly good with words, and he always kicks himself when he fails to properly express his thoughts. Sharing music with you compensates for this, and he loves watching your expression change as you catch onto the meaning of the song. Now he's taken to compiling hours of music for you, giving you mixes on almost a daily basis with specific meanings to each set.

Vander: cooking for you

Being a big dude, he knows the importance of a good meal. Given the scarcity of quality ingredients in the undercity, he had learned how to use any ingredients he had on hand to make something tasty for you. He makes wonderful comfort food, and he always knows exactly what to make you after a particularly long day. He doesn't mind missing a meal himself if it means you'll be going to sleep with a full belly, refusing your offers to share more than a bite or two with him. He doesn't share your sweet tooth, but he indulges you frequently with fresh baked goods packed with all the sugar and chocolate you could ever want (the latter being smuggled out of Piltover and gifted to him by Grayson)

Jinx: penguin pebbling

Her many expeditions around the undercity give her ample opportunity to find and pick up little objects and trinkets you might like. Every time she returns, she shakes out the contents of the pouch dedicated especially for you onto a table for you to look at. She's always on the lookout for things with your favorite colors, and she always brings back at least one button for you (how does she find so many many buttons?!). Nearly every surface of your space is adorned with the obscure gifts given to you by your lover, causing you to remember her prideful smile as she watches you sift through your spoils every time you look around.

Sevika: giving you her clothes

Sevika is VERY possessive, and her favorite way of letting the world know you're hers is by giving you her clothes to wear. She has her own unique style, and her height combined with her bulky frame meant her clothes were much too big for you, making it obvious who's outfit you're wearing. Sometimes she even goes out of her way to hide your clothes so you're forced to wear hers. Even after catching onto her antics, you never searched particularly hard for your belongings as you love being enveloped by her scent that lingered on the fabric.

Vi: singing to you

The first time you heard her voice, she was singing along to her favorite rock band as she did the laundry. She never sings in front of other people, and you found yourself enchanted by her velvety contralto voice. She was very self conscious, and she refused the first couple times you asked her to sing for you. However, she quickly discovered that singing to you was the best way to soothe you when you woke up in a panic from your frequent nightmares. She took to wrapping you in her arms and singing to you when you had a bad day, pressing your head to her chest so you could better feel the deep vibration of her resonant voice.

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heroinejinx · 2 years

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‘What’d I tell you?’ (Jinx x Ekko, part 7 of ?)

Part 1: ‘Like we used to.’

Part 2: ‘Shit happens, right?’

Part 3: ‘Again. Always.’

Part 4: ‘Just you and I...’

Part 5: ‘That’s what you think?’

Part 6: ‘Convince me.’

The fact I’m putting this up on Valentine’s day and I’m not even single... I think we all can see where my priorities lie! Whoops.

Jinx returns to Silco, more confused than ever about where her loyalties lie… also, bonus grumpy Sevika content, I love her and Jinx’s mutual disdain for each other in the show haha (2,443 words)

TW: the usual mental health shenanigans, not much else of note in this one (but please reach out if I’m wrong and this needs more warnings applied)

Barely twenty minutes after our second tumble, Ekko was asleep, letting out little grunts and soft sighs as he snuggled into me from behind. His breath tickled the baby hairs on my arm, which I’d curled under his neck when we first lay down. Who’d have thought I’d be the big spoon, huh? It was too damn cute.

Face buried in his locks and the nook of his neck, I relaxed into him, as my spare hand tenderly roamed his body. We were just… together, you know. Existing. Side by side. No expectations. No conversation. No masks. The calm of it nearly knocked me out.

I think it did, actually, for a while. Sometimes I slept without realising it, and it was so fucking comfy in that bed. But it was late, and after the bridge Silco would have thrown a fit trying to find me. As much as I wanted to stay with Ekko, how could I? My place… my place wasn’t with him.

He knew it, too. That bullshit ultimatum he’d given me? He knew I’d turn it down. He knew we couldn’t be together. Not like that. Nobody could know about us. It wasn’t safe. Silco hated him and the stupid Firelights enough already. If he found out how close Ekko and I really were, he’d burn them to the ground.

Slow, slow, slow, I shimmied my arm out from under Ekko’s neck, crept away from the bed. He snivelled at the loss of my body heat and turned onto his stomach, mushed his face into the pillow. I fixed the blanket around him to keep him warm, and I swore he smiled as I kissed his forehead.

Was he faking?

‘…Ekko?’ I hovered over him a few seconds, waiting for him to respond. Hoping he wouldn’t. I’d never be able to leave while he was awake.

He groaned, and his eyes rolled in their sockets, threatening to open. Oh, fuck that. Keeping an eye on him, I quickly pulled on my clothes and boots. Before he could stir any further, I collected my weapons from downstairs and darted.

Phew. Close one.

My lair was a mess, as usual. Strewn with spare parts for my butterflies. I snickered as I sat among them. Those were neat, huh? Crafty. All that carnage…

Sure, the initial hit was fun, but what came next—losing the gemstone, Vi turning her back—not so much.

Ah, and then there was Ekko, the most fun of all.

Fuck, I missed him already. What was wrong with me?

He’d hate me for coming back. He’d be so disappointed. Not that he’d know where I’d gone, I mean, I’d just left him in bed. Should I have written him a note? Woken him?

No. No, he was a smart boy, he’d figure it out. He knew me.

But fuck. What if he came looking? What if he thought Silco had taken me and came looking for a fight?

He thought he could take him, right? Ha!

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Would Ekko really be that stupid?

Who knew?

Maybe. If he thought I was in trouble.

Stupid, stupid boy saviour.

Better for him to hate me. Better for him to wake up alone, feel like I’d abandoned him, and cross me out of his life. Because no good could come from being close to me.

Jinx by name, jinx by nature. Right?

Exactly. I should never have ambushed him in that alley. I started all this. Me and my goddamn sex drive. Fuck. I’d never have sex again if it meant keeping Ekko safe.

Really?

Yeah. Masturbation’s a thing, you know.

Sure, but it’s not as good. Nowhere near. Not a patch on what Ekko could do to me.

True. No one had ever made me feel the way he did. Could I really stay away from him? I had to. For his safety.

Not necessarily.

But if he came to find me…

He’d never step foot here without reinforcements. Besides, did I really mean that much to him?

Doubtful.

Highly fucking doubtful.

Yeah.

Silly Jinx. Tying myself in knots for no good reason.

Yeah. Ekko knew better than to come here.

And Silco?

Silco was manageable. If he asked where I’d been, he’d believe whatever bullshit I sold him.

That would mean lying to him.

So? He lied to me first.

‘Jinx, there you are.’

I swivelled in my chair at breakneck speed. Hurled a throwing knife at the source of the noise. No, not noise. Voice. It was worn out. Exhausted. Irritated. Sevika.

Sure enough, I focused my gaze out in front of me, and there she was, the ogre herself. Since when did she even know where my place was?

Claggor kept watch over her, as she caught the knife with her one human hand, eyeballing me with the amount of malice I expected. We had fun. If wanting to rip each other’s throats out counted as fun, sure.

‘Sevika!’ I beamed. ‘Nice reflexes!’ Like I’d planned it. Like I’d even known who or what I was aiming at. Ha-ha!

‘Where’ve you been, Jinx?’ Her question sparked with concern, but only on Silco’s behalf. Duh. ‘The boss had us scouring the river all damn night. We all assumed they’d killed you. And here you are, acting like nothing happened.’

‘…did you not like the butterflies?’

She scowled, and I smiled, saccharin sweet. Turned back to my desk. Cast an eye over my scrapbook of ideas. What to do next? What to do, what to do…?

Maybe more insects could be cool? Or not. Yeah. Too gimmicky. Repetitive. I hated repeating myself. So boring.

Somewhere in my head, Sevika started talking again. Whatever.

My next trick needed to be something completely different. But it could still involve animals, couldn’t it? What if I broke into Piltover’s zoo and set them all free?

Ha-ha-ha! Imagine the chaos. The sheer fucking confusion.

Yes! That one had legs. A solid maybe. So, how would I go about it? It would have to be at night when the zoo was closed. What was security like? I’d have to take a look-see just in case it was tight. How tight could security possibly be for a zoo, right? Good point, but it was always better to be safe than sor—

‘JINX!’ Sevika’s fist descended onto my desk, sending my loosely bound notes and the butterfly scraps fluttering to the floor.

I chuckled and squinted up at her, all casual. ‘Yeah?’

Her nostrils flared wider than I’d ever seen them. I was really getting to her this time. Ha-ha-haaa! Jinx, 1. Sevika, nil. She must’ve been so disappointed that I hadn’t drowned in that river.

‘You’re coming with me,’ she said, all authoritative. ‘Now. Silco needs to see that you’re alive… for better or worse.’

‘Sure,’ I smirked. It just killed her how much he cared about me. ‘Lead the way, toots.’

With a vile grunt, she turned to leave, and I followed with a spring in my step, fucking with her all the way to The Last Drop.

We arrived long after closing, but Chuck was still cleaning up behind the bar. I threw him a wink and a subtle wave, as Sevika trudged ahead into Silco’s office. She didn’t even knock. No need. He was expecting us.

Hunched over his desk, head low in his hands, he seemed different. Lost, maybe. Well, yeah. He’d been searching for his dead daughter all night. Right.

I’d really rattled him, huh?

Fuck it. He’d rattled me, too. Whatever pain he was in, he deserved it.

Sevika joined him, stood behind his chair like the dutiful foot soldier she was, as I hung back. For whatever reason, I whistled out an old, familiar tune as I approached. Same one from the bridge. It felt appropriate, somehow.

They both looked at me like I was truly insane, which made me giggle.

‘What’d I tell you?’ Sevika sniggered. ‘She’s nothing but a liability.’

‘All that matters is she made it out in one piece,’ Silco bit back, smiling my way just a little. ‘Even if others weren’t so lucky.’

Okay, so he was angry, but he couldn’t hide his relief that I was still kicking. Fathers, amirite?

With a brush of his hand, he gestured for Sevika to leave, shooing her away like a pet dog. Ha! She glared at me, grumbled under her breath as she left. I stifled a laugh as the door slammed behind her.

With her gone, Silco sighed. Leant back in his chair and chopped off the head of one of his fancy cigars, preparing it to be smoked.

I relaxed, too. The air felt lighter without Sevika breathing it in and puffing it out. We could both just be ourselves. Existing. Like at the house with Ekko… Two people alive in the same room with no pressure to do anything other than breathe.

Silco lit his cigar, took a few drags. The spirals of smoke filled the silence. As they floated up to the rafters, I swore I heard them swirling together, like waves lapping at a shore, bringing the tide closer and closer.

‘That was quite the display, child,’ he said. ‘But I warned you about bringing attention to us like this. The council will want to hold someone accountable, and the evidence against the Firelights might not hold much weight without Marcus to back it up. They may start digging in the dirt again.’

‘I know,’ I said, all innocent-like. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘What of the gemstone?’ He asked. Hopeful. ‘Did you retrieve it?’

I shrugged out a deflated ‘nope,’ and jumped up onto his desk. Sat near him, cross-legged, tilted my head in a frown. What a fucking failure. Useless. Idiot.

‘What happened?’ His brows furrowed with worry, his one good eye glistening pale green in the low light.

It was easy to forget how attentive he could be with me. Always hearing me out, waiting for my side of the story, never making assumptions. He could’ve taken Sevika’s word for it and called it quits. Most would have. Hell, she was right. I was a liability. I jinxed everything. But Silco never saw it that way. Never doubted me.

‘Vi happened,’ I whispered.

His expression darkened. ‘What did she do to you?’

‘Nothing, she… she was just there, with that enforcer.’

‘Who else was there?’

I buried my face into my knees—I was about to lie to Silco, and Silco, of all people, had a knack for figuring these things out—the slightest twitch of my mouth or dilation of my pupils could’ve blown my cover.

‘No one,’ I began. My words were muffled, but clear enough for him to catch. ‘Just them… they had the gemstone in this weird contraption. Looked like Piltovan tech, maybe from the Kirraman’s supply? They were taking it across the bridge, to hand it over to the council, when enforcers stopped them… I couldn’t let them get away, obviously, so I came out swinging. Took a few down with me, but… in the fallout, they must’ve slipped away.’

‘They evaded you?’ His tone was a shade more suspicious than I appreciated.

‘Uh, yeah,’ I snarled, on the defensive. Threw my head back up to meet his scrutinous gaze. ‘It happens, you know. Can’t be everywhere at once, I’m not magic.’

‘Hmm…’ Silco pondered my story, weighing it up as he carried on with his cigar.

‘What took you so long to resurface?’ He asked a few moments later. ‘We were worried, Jinx.’

Oh, fuck. There was still that, wasn’t there? How long had I spent with Ekko in the end?

‘I was just hanging out around town,’ I said, flashing him my doe eyes and kilowatt grin.

‘Until half four in the morning?’

‘It’s not like I have a curfew,’ I argued.

He chuckled out a ‘touché,’ as he continued to make short work of his cigar.

‘Can I grab my usual power nap now?’ I forced out a yawn, desperate to get out of there. He’d heard me out. What more was there to say?

I wasn’t tired in the least. If anything, I was buzzed. My zoo idea promised to be so fucking awesome, I just needed to get to planning it, and—

‘If you must,’ Silco said. ‘But before you go, I have a job for you.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Oh, no. What about the zoo idea? Fuck.

‘If we can’t make our case against the Firelights stick, we may need to take the fight to them,’ he said. ‘Watch them, Jinx. Especially their leader. See where they go, how they spend their time. Where they live.’

Oh, fuck. I was so screwed. Was he testing me? Did he know? What if one of his goons saw us leave the bridge together on Ekko’s glider? Goddammit.

‘You’re… you’re sending me on a fact-finding mission?’ I couldn’t disguise my shock. ‘Not exactly my usual turf.’ FUCK. Nothing good could’ve come from this. Nothing.

‘That depends on what you do when you find them,’ he said, and bellowed out more smoke. ‘After all, if the Firelights no longer make good pawns, despite the mounting evidence, what will they ever be to us but flies in the ointment?’

I couldn’t fault his logic, much as I wanted to. Stupid boy saviour was shaping up to undo everything Silco had ever worked for. If the council wouldn’t deal with him on Silco’s behalf, things promised to get messy, and Silco wanted me there front and centre, hands bloody. Ekko’s blood.

No. I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. Not that. Not him.

‘For now, all you need do is watch,’ Silco instructed. His gravelly voice calmed my nerves a little. ‘Watch and await my signal.’

Fuck. What could I say to get out of this?

‘Why me?’ I groaned, disguising my fear with petulance. Good one, Jinx. ‘You know I’m no good at the spy stuff. I blow things up—people tend to notice things like that.’

‘Yes, they do,’ he smirked. ‘But I need you with me on this, Jinx. You’re the only one quick and clever enough to avoid being spotted.’

True. The Firelights were vigilant bastards.

‘Besides which, you’re the only one I can trust, hmm?’ He cupped my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. ‘You’re perfect, Jinx. You can do anything you put your mind to.’

‘…even spy stuff?’

He nodded, and kissed me on the forehead, prompting me to dive into his arms for a hug, just like when I was a kid. He was always there to catch me. Father and daughter. Unconditional love.

Sorry, Ekko.

#jinx x ekko #timebomb #arcane fanfic #jinx #ekko #silco #sevika #this was a lot of fun to write #what'd i tell you?#arcane #fanfic #mature #violence

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summary: in which sevika becomes your roommate. read part two here

content: this fic is 4-5 chapters long. i'm still trying to figure out if i should condense it to 4 or keep it at five. mostly gay pinning, fluff, angst and small slivers of smut (not very good at smut writing but i'm trying)

word count: 5k

thanks for reading!

Chapter One

It all started when your best friend told you she was moving out…

You both shared a flat, and for the last near decade or so, everything had relatively been good.

Until it wasn't.

“I know it's kind of bittersweet but,” Mel shrugs, looking down at the ice cream cone in her hand. Remnants of the vanilla treat gather above her top lip. You almost say something but she licks it away with one clean swipe of her tongue. “Alicia has been talking about this for almost a year. And I think it's time we take the next step.”

Alicia is Mel’s long-term girlfriend. Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming. It's a miracle that they haven't already moved in together considering how long they’ve been in each other’s lives. You should be happy for them. You really should. But a part of you keeps thinking about the upcoming renewal of the lease and the empty space that’ll fill up Mel’s side of the apartment once she leaves.

The two of you have been living together for a huge chunk of your adulthood. Honestly, the thought of returning home to Mel has been your norm for almost as long as you’ve been filing tax returns.

And now—she’s moving.

Leaving.

Just like that.

“Oh,” She croons. Her ice cream cone nearly falls as she scooches closer to you. “Don't cry.”

Your tears drip down your cheeks before trailing the slope of your jaw.

You aren’t surprised. This reaction is warranted. You aren't good at goodbyes.

Actually, no—this isn't quite a goodbye.

But it sure as hell feels just as painful.

There's not enough breathing exercises that’ll prepare you for the life transition that's doomed to happen. A chapter of your adulthood is closing right before your eyes. Mel will move out, marry Alicia, and have annoyingly cute babies. You’ll be the designated bestfriend–turned–aunt that will always feel stuck; left behind.

It will be horrible.

“Nothing will change,” Mel comforts. She tries to multitask the art of devouring her ice cream while slinging her free arm around you. Her bubbling optimism is nearly comedic compared to your wallowing spirits.

“Everything will change!” Your voice cracks, body jerking as your lungs cause you to inhale sharp uneven gasps. “You've replaced me with Alicia as your roommate. Is she asking for the best friend title too?”

“Oh god—babe,” Another lick of her ice cream. She's trying to contain her laughter. The nerve of her! “I’ll always be your best friend. You know that.” She squeezes your shoulder. “Everything will be okay. I promise.”

Your eyes burn more and another melodramatic wail leaves you.

The image of you–old and decrepit–in a nursing home comes to fruition. You're in the bed, smelly and miserable, while Alicia and Mel stand before you. They're old too, but far more beautiful. Far more accomplished. Less lonely. Still married. Still happy.

Oh, and their kids are probably there in the room too; asking Mel why “their Aunt hasn't been properly groomed?”

Mel is absolutely wrong.

Everything will certainly not be okay.

After a few days of sulking, you have a change of heart when Mel says, “I think I’ve found you a new roommate.”

Suddenly, the imminent doom of Mel moving out doesn’t seem so harrowing. Of course it still saddens you–she’s your best friend after all–but you’re no longer burdened with the stress of trying to find her replacement.

You and Mel butt heads about a ton of senseless things, but she never disappoints you on the most important matters.

So if she thinks that someone is suitable enough to be your roommate, then you have hope that she’s right.

“Who?” Your head snaps up as you look at her. She stands on the other side of the kitchen island, elbows leaning against the wooden countertop and chin resting in her palms. You were mopping the floor–a truly rare occurrence for you–when Mel came out of her room to announce the good news.

“You know how Alicia goes out with her teammates every now and then?”

Your memory travels to the brief conversations of Mel mentioning this in the past. Alicia used to be a college athlete during her undergrad. Apparently, she still has a budding relationship with a few of her old teammates, and likes to go to dinners with them to catch up every few months.

“Well,” Mel continues. “Her friend, Sevika, hasn’t been able to come to the dinners these last few years because she lived up north for a while. But she’s back in town. And I guess she doesn’t like the place she’s at. Apparently, it’s too close to the city. Too hectic. She’s been looking at places in our neighborhood. And when Alicia mentioned it to me, I just figured...”

You nod slowly in understanding, “Oh.”

“I mean, it’s kind of working out perfectly…rather coincidental but I just thought it would make you feel better if your next roommate wasn’t a complete stranger.”

“Do you know her well?”

“I’ve hung out with Sevika countless times before she moved away.” The brown irises of Mel’s eyes become distant; as if she’s drifting off to another time. “God, that feels like so long ago somehow... But I think you’d like her.” Her lips pull into a small smile. “She seems a bit remote at first but it’s all fun and games. I promise.”

“Okay,” You shake your head, trying to wrap your brain around it all. “And you’re sure that she’s–I mean, not that I don’t trust your word. I’m just nervous, I suppose. She isn’t like–”

“Sevika’s good people,” Mel laughs, gazing at you with understanding. “But I get it. So here’s what I was thinking… We can host a brunch and invite her over? That way you can meet her formally and get to know her. Maybe show her around the place? As much as I want this to pan out great, it’s still your decision to make at the end of the day.” She pauses a few beats, trying to gauge your reaction. “What do you think?”

Your hands fiddle with the top of the swiffer handle as you weigh your options. You had put together a more elaborate and time consuming plan prior to today; which would have consisted of flyers and roommate interviews and even Facebook posts. Of course, posting to Facebook would have been the last resort; an addition to the plan that you only added out of mere desperation. But it was a plan nonetheless.

Mel’s offer is more tempting.

“Okay,” You sigh, squeezing the handle of the swiffer. “But if this doesn’t work out, then you owe me ice cream.”

She beams, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“And not the cheap kind,” You add. “I’m talking Cold Stone.”

Mel doesn’t appear to be fazed. Instead, she turns on her heels, making her way back to her room. “I’m gonna call Alicia and let her know!” The exclamation has a song-like lilt to it; a clear indication of her delight.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting off a grin while you carry the swiffer to the trash can.

Your thumb absentmindedly plays with the stringy bracelet decorating your right wrist; a gift that Mel gave you over ten years ago when the two of you first became friends. It’s nearly falling apart now, but still a staple piece in your daily attire. You find yourself looming over the possible outcome of tonight’s gathering–for the ‘nth time–as your stomach stirs with unease.

It’s not like you haven’t been obsessively ruminating over this very evening. It’s all you’ve been able to think about ever since Mel helped you plan it last week. But despite all of the preparation, your mouth still remains dry.

You’re seated at the dining table, with Mel to your right and Alicia right across from her. Sevika faces you directly, which is a circumstance you tried to desperately avoid upon Mel’s suggestion.

“How do you guys like the food?” Mel asks. “I can proudly say that I’ve managed to keep the kitchen intact while I was preparing it.”

Alicia’s eyes twinkle when she glances at her girlfriend. “It’s good, honey. Thank you.”

A pair of alert grey irises flicker to you: Sevika’s.

The woman studies you with a gaze that is piercing and direct. She takes you in fully–something that she’s been doing all night–which makes you feel as if you’re under inspection. You can’t decide whether or not you like that about her.

“It was nice, Mel.” You reply. You wolfed down your food the minute your plate was served. So now you’re just awkwardly waiting for everyone else to finish their meal.

You usually don’t eat so quickly, but the task gave you something else to distract yourself with, rather than Sevika’s scrutiny.

But despite doing everything possible to avoid her stare, you can’t help but notice the calm and leisure way she eats her food. From what you’ve gathered, she doesn’t seem fond of mixing meals with conversation. But there’s still a pleasant way that she dines.

The oscillation of her jaw, especially with every chew, is a trait that you find particularly distracting…

“So, are you enjoying your return to town?” Mel inquires, turning to Sevika. She’s always had the talent of conversing with the least willing.

It takes a few seconds for Sevika to shift her gaze away from you.

You feel your muscles relax when she does.

“Yeah, it’s been good,” Sevika’s voice adopts an amiable timbre; a pattern you’ve picked up on every time she addresses Mel. “The traffic sucks on the east side, but that's nothing new.”

Mel hums in understanding. “Well, I think you’ll like it here.The people are quieter. Life is slower.”

That’s when Alicia takes that as her cue to wrap her arm around Sevika’s shoulder. They’re both nearly the same height, only Alicia is leaner.

“It’s good that you’re back home,” Alicia butts in. “You’re getting wrinkles. You’ve been frowning too much.”

Sevika rolls her eyes. “I’ve been perfectly fine.”

“Is that so? I heard…”

You’re ripped from their conversation when Mel wraps her fingers around your bicep. She leans into your ear, whispering, “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

You follow her without question.

It’s not until you’re grabbing the fruit salad out of the refrigerator when she says, “How are you liking her so far?”

You bite the inside of your cheek while carrying the dessert to the counter.

“I don’t know.” You try to sort through your feelings to find some sort of opinion–anything–that can help you identify your stance. But it’s to no avail. “She’s a bit intense, don’t you think?”

“Well,” Mel snickers. “I suppose.”

You glance up at her, noticing the way that she’s covering her smile with her hand. She flutters her eyelashes coyly, “But is that not a good thing? You’ve been staring at her all evening.” She continues, wiggling her eyebrow.

“Please don’t.”

“What? I’m just saying…”

“There’s nothing that needs to be said.”

“...the tension has been palpable ever since you laid eyes on her. You don’t have to make it into a bad thing, babe. You both are grown adults here.”

Your jaw is clenching when you mutter, “Well, you're off-base on this one.”

You think you hear her laugh again, but you don’t have the energy to entertain it. Instead, you turn around and march back to the dining room.

Your eyes are slightly droopy from the combination of wine and dinner that sloshes in your belly.

Under the haze of the ceiling lamps, you stand with your arms folded across your chest.

“This would be your room,” You’re mumbling. Sevika hums beside you, only a few feet away. She’s so far yet so close. Too close.

Yet not close enough.

You feel silly for thinking such thoughts.

It must be the wine.

The floorboards creak underneath her weight as she inspects the room. It has a fair amount of space in it. It’s larger than your room for sure. The connecting bathroom is smaller than yours though–a bargain that you and Mel made over a decade ago.

Sevika travels to a nearby wall, inspecting the paint job for a few seconds before peering at you.

Despite the warmth emanating from the heating system, a cool shiver runs through you.

Your voice dips with humor when you explain that, “Mel painted it a while back.”

You examine the way she pushes her tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of her nose. A vein from her right forearm flexes due to the movement.

She smiles, poised and reposeful.

“Figures,” That’s when you notice the fullness of her lips—her prominent cupid's bow, and how well they look when spread into a grin like that.

She stretches her arms above her head, back arching as she seemingly holds back a yawn. You fight the urge to do the same, eyes trailing over her physique before you can stop yourself. Sevika looks strong–really strong. Her arms are thick bands of pure muscle and her broad shoulders barely concave from the movement.

She’s wearing a long-sleeved button up, which has a toffee silk-like material. You don’t realize how low her black slacks are sitting on her hips until the hem of her shirt rises. A happy trail peaks through, as well as deeply grooved muscles.

The sight feels sacrilegious and simultaneously pious. Your eyelids are heavy, droopy, when her muscles relax and her arms fall to her sides. You draw your attention back to her face. She’s caught you, eyebrows lifted and lips pursed to the side–an attempt to mask her amusement? You don’t know. Or at least, you don’t want to.

With the sudden pounding of your heart, you gesture behind you, “I can show you the laundry room?” Your desire to escape has never felt so prominent until then.

You're beginning to realize that she makes it hard for you to breathe when you’re around her.

Laughter rings in the air between everyone–Sevika, you, Alicia and Mel–while Alicia tells a funny story about a customer she had a few days prior. You’re wearing one of your nighttime sweaters now, a glass of wine in your hand, while all of you sit in the living room.

Sevika cards her hand through her hair. It’s no longer in its bun, meeting the sides of her face with buoyancy. The length is much longer than you initially thought, stopping a few inches below her neck; a feathery cut that frames her face quite perfectly.

She sits with her legs parted, left arm resting along the back of the couch. Her fingers lay a few inches from your right shoulder. With a mere flex of her hand, she’d be able to touch you.

Amidst the ring of Alicia’s voice–she’s going into detail about another story now–you turn to Sevika and ask, “Are you a heavy sleeper?”

You receive a better angle of her chiseled jaw when she tilts her head, expression contemplative while she thinks of an answer. You aren’t sure why it takes her so long since it’s not necessarily a loaded question to ask, but still—you allow her to think.

“Not really,” Her eyes dart back to you. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“I'm not sure,” You blink through a daze, overcome with an unexpected wave of tranquility due to her regard. “I listen to music sometimes in the middle of the night. It helps with my insomnia.”

“...Well, is it loud?”

“Not all the time. But you may hear it faintly.”

A nod. “Then that’s fine with me.”

You swivel the wine in your hand, “Besides going out for work, a lot of my hobbies consist of me being at home. You’ll probably see me a lot.”

“Not a problem.”

“I’m not incredibly messy or dirty but…” Your palms sweat from the loose confession. “I’m not a neat freak. And I don't like mornings. I'm really grumpy any hour before 11. Like—I will not speak if I can avoid it. And I’m a terrible cook.”

She looks away from you momentarily, lips rubbing together as her hand flexes. You grow rigid at the motion; she’s only inches away from coming in contact with your shoulder. Then her fingers relax. She looks back at you. Her lips part, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

Her left eyebrow twitches. “You call the shots. If you don't think it’ll work, I can look into renting somewhere else.”

“I'm just trying to be transparent with you as much as possible.”

You don't want any surprises. The last thing you need is the false hope of thinking this will work just to ultimately have the infamous roommate disagreements that you've heard too much about.

You got lucky with Mel.

For 13 years, you’ve managed to have the best roommate dynamic. But now she's leaving soon. And you fear that those 13 years have just been a fluke.

If Sevika is truly serious about moving in, you need to make sure that it'll be a right fit.

“Do you have any kids?” You find yourself asking.

She lets out a gusty breath; a dry chuckle mixed with a hint of disbelief. For a second, you fear that you've offended her.

But then she's replying, “God no.” She grins with her head slightly shaking. You swear she leans a few inches closer as she adds, “Do you?”

You blink. You swallow. You try to not get distracted by the swirling grey of her irises. They're quite pretty. Too pretty. Unbelievably pretty.

“Definitely not.”

Her grin widens, “Okay, so we at least have that in common.” She allows her eyes to flicker to other features of your face; your eyebrows, then your cheeks, then your nose. “Are there any other incriminating questions that you have?”

“Of course.”

She laughs again and her eyes fall shut. There's a part of you that wants to draw closer to her at that moment. But you remain where you are; as if you’re resisting the tug of a rope.

“Okay,” She mutters, voice a gentle hum while her lips remain pulled into a grin.

“Does that annoy you?” You find yourself asking. It’s a silent test. You want to know if this will turn her away. Is she willing to answer your long list of questions? And if she is–will you find something about her that you don’t like?

“No, I don’t mind at all.” Her eyes flutter open slowly, blazing a stormy grey when they land on you. “Ask however many questions you need.”

Her hand flexes once more. This time you feel it. It’s the slightest graze, and too fleeting for it to feel real. The tip of her forefingers brush against the material of your shirt, at the very top of your bicep, before she’s running her hand through her hair. It could have been an accident–a mere sweep due to her close proximity–but you guess you’d never truly know.

Your breathing falters. She blinks at you with a placid expression, seemingly unfazed.

“Okay,” You clear your throat, shifting your weight restlessly. You try to put more distance between you two by subtly scooting a few inches to your left.

“...Going to get some more wine. Be right back!’ Mel calls.

The bubble around you and Sevika bursts.

You’re submerged into the sound of the TV playing an Old Navy commercial. Alicia stares at the screen with droopy eyes, feet propped up in the recliner chair and hands clasped together as they rest on her stomach. She hums lazily at Mel’s announcement. Faintly, you begin to hear Mel rummaging through the kitchen: the clanging of silverware, the rush of running water, then the thump! of a closing cupboard. The calming livelihood of Mel and Alicia’s existence buzzes around you. But you somehow find yourself turning back towards Sevika because, although you don't want to admit it, she’s a new enigma that’s hurdled into your life.

She beholds you with remarkable patience, elbow now resting against the back of the couch as she cradles her temple with her hand.

“So…” She says, voice laced with an expectation. She’s waiting on you.

“Right,” You nod. You shake your head in an attempt to clear the brain fog. Must be the alcohol... "Do you smoke?”

Sevika does smoke; she has a preference for cigars.

She’s a tattoo artist, which you never pinned her for. But after a few seconds of contemplation, it makes sense. She tells you that it’s been her career for a long time now.

She’s quite the morning person and a bit meticulous about her living environment. She likes to cook and happily divulges in burning incense. She doesn't have very many friends, but the ones she does have are practically her family—who, she assures with an unwavering gaze, are people that, “You will love.”

She doesn't watch much television, but she does have a knack for sports. “I like to have my friends over on game days,” She admits, sending you a sidelong glance. “Would that be something you're okay with?”

Not much time passes before you're nodding your head yes.

Sevika has no siblings and no parents. Her parents passed away a while back–a fact that you seemed more saddened by than her–and left her their house, which is why she moved out of town a few years ago.

When you ask her why she’s decided to return, she doesn't answer.

It’s your only question that makes her come to a full stop.

When the night ends and she’s getting ready to leave the apartment with Alicia quickly behind her, it’s the only question that's lingering in your mind.

And after Mel closes the door, bolts it shut and asks, “Any red flags from Sevika?”

It’s the sole reason why you find yourself hesitating, wanting—for some strange reason—to tell Mel yes. Even though every fiber of your being knows that the true answer is no.

Sevika’s vehicle is exactly the sort of car you’d picture her in. A sleek black Ram 1500 sits in front of you. Your eyes are wandering. You can't help it. You don't want to make it into a thing. It's only a truck after all…

But you've always admired cars, especially the big shiny ones.

“I would have showed you this days ago had I known you’d be so pleased,” Sevika muses. That's when you draw your attention back to her. "I didn't know you liked cars so much."

She's gazing at you with the smallest form of a smirk on her face. You want to wipe it off; you feel vulnerable somehow. Exposed.

Your blink wordlessly, breath shallowing and palms clamming up.

How is she so infuriatingly good looking?

Then, as if you've suddenly become aware of everything else about her, you're taking the rest of her body into account. Her bulging biceps are flexed due to the moving box in her arms. Small beads of sweat collect at the base of her neck…some sliding into the dips of her collarbones. Her hair is pulled into a low bun, highlighting the clenching of her jaw as she chews her gum; minty breath wafting towards you. Your stomach dips.

“Shut up,” You mutter.

Her grin widens. She laughs. You struggle to suppress one yourself.

She doesn't say anything else.

You stand awkwardly by her truck as she turns to walk into the apartment.

A part of you doesn't know what to make of this. Here you are, moving a woman that you've just met into your apartment, with no idea of how this will turn out.

You feel like you're floundering through life. Surely, everyone else your age is settled down with a family and a secure living environment—not stressing over the prospect of a new roommate. This situation feels too…juvenile. It would make sense for a younger version of yourself to be facing roommate insecurity. It would make sense for your younger self to grow uncharacteristically flustered and perturbed around someone like Sevika.

But not now. No—certainly not now.

The sound of Sevika’s footsteps pull you from your reverie. When you glance in her direction, the first thing you notice is the quirk of her eyebrows. You shift your weight, wringing your hands as you work up the courage to say, “I can help,” You clear your throat. “If you want.”

She’s in the middle of grabbing another box from her car but stops mid-reach from the sound of your offer. She cranes her neck, lines appearing in her forehead as she mutters, “I’m good.”

You take offense to that. Does she think you're weak? That you're not strong enough to carry a few stupid boxes? Or worse—has she already found a reason to dislike you?

Goosebumps trail up your back.

“I’m strong enough, you know.” You find yourself tilting your chin up defiantly.

“Is that so?”

“I may not be ripped like you,” You fold your arms across your chest and you hear a snort. A fucking snort! “But I don't do pilates for nothing."

That's when she stands upright, two stacked boxes now in her arms. She manages to rest them on her left hip, closing the back door in one swift motion.

"Yeah?" Then she’s tilting her head slightly, appraising you with an expression that nearly sets you on fire. "You think I'm strong?"

The world around you spins and you're nearly knocked off balance.

There's a part of your spirit that uncurls. Heat plants a seed in your gut then burns, burns, burns.

Perspiration has gathered at the base of your neck, and one bead of sweat drips down the slope of your spine. Then another. You're scowling at her, a reaction that she seems to enjoy, when you feel the drip of one more.

She takes your silence without question. Her irises trail down to your crossed arms then back up to your face before continuing. “You don't have to lift a single one of those pretty fingers for me.” Then you feel her warmth—her touch—at the tip of your chin. It's a small brush with her index finger, yet strong enough to tilt your head before she's pulling away. Then she's grabbing the boxes with both of her hands, snickering under her breath while adding, “But since you seem like the adamant type—be my guest, darling.”

Your legs tremble when she brushes past you.

For the rest of the evening, you allow her to settle into the apartment without your help.

“Sevika?” Your voice is scratchy from lack of use. “Can you help me?”

You're frustrated because you can't find your favorite mug. The entire kitchen is spotless—a sort of clean you haven't seen in ages. You're grateful for Sevika—truly, you are. But due to how organized it all is, you now have difficulty locating everything. The way she cleans and sorts through the apartment is completely different from your way.

Irritated, you call her name again. But no answer.

You know that she’s in her room because her door is closed. It’s only been a few days since she’s moved in but you’ve started to notice that she likes to leave it open when she's not in there.

You sigh, storming to her room. You have a taste for tea, something you've been craving all morning. And now that you've finally finished your work, you’d been so excited to drink it.

But now you're completely turned about by the state of the kitchen. Nothing is where you usually keep it.

“Sevika!” You practically bark, voice growing thin. “Are you awake?”

You're about to knock on her door—a disturbance that would surely wake her if she's in a deep slumber—but then it flies open. And there she stands, wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top. She appears to have just showered, hair seemingly damp and towel in her hand. That familiar woodsy scent of hers hits you like a tide wave, but this time it’s tenfold stronger than what it usually is.

“Is there a reason why you're shouting my name at 10 AM?”

You swallow thickly. Your mouth has suddenly become dry. “I can't find the mugs.”

Sevika blinks slowly then mutters, “What?”

“The mugs. They're a type of cup, cylindrical in size? Often used to drink things like coffee, tea, hot ch-”

“They're in the cupboard by the refrigerator.”

“...”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Why are they in there? I’ve never put them there before.”

“You could barely reach the cupboard they were originally in—”

“That's why I have a stepping stool!”

“So I figured it would be easier if they were moved to one that's more accessible for you. I told you about this Tuesday. Do you not remember?”

“...You never told me that.”

“Yes,” Her jaw grinds. “I did. You were talking to Mel on facetime and nearly ate shit when grabbing that awfully gaudy mug you like,” Oh. “So I told you that I would move it to the cupboard by the refrigerator,” Oh. “And you looked me right in the eye, smiled and said you thought that was a great idea.” Fuck. “...Do you not remember that?”

That’s right.

You did say that.

Your heartbeat skips from the piercing silence.

God, she's going to think you're crazy now.

Sevika sighs.

Shoving down a mountain of guilt, you shift your weight, “I’m sorry. I don't think I actually processed that conversation when it happened.”

She isn't quick to reply, and you're not sure where to go from there. So you add, “Um, would you like some tea?”

As a peace offering, you make Sevika a cup of tea the next morning too.

The third day is when you have to go back to work, so you force yourself awake earlier than you want. There's still a small chip of guilt weighing on your shoulders that morning, so you fix Sevika a cup of tea again.

You also do it for that following morning because it's Saturday. Who wouldn't want tea on Saturday?

Sunday is a lazy day for Sevika. But somehow she's already in the kitchen when you stumble in at a harrowing 8am. She's waiting for the toaster oven to sound when you pull two mugs out of the cupboard. Even after the appliance dings, she lingers with you in the kitchen, silently eating her toast while you prepare the kettle. Ten minutes later, she’s drinking her tea while her elbows lean against the island counter.

You hold onto your mug tightly and listen to the chirping of the birds in the distance. The only other sound that is audible are her even breaths.

You don't know how you've settled into such a routine after 8 days of living with her. But somehow, standing in the middle of the kitchen together with nothing but comfortable silence, you think that you’ve found the oasis of serenity.

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 2 years

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Splorch

🔞Arcane Fanfiction (AU) No Minors, no kink shaming

TW & Content: ovipositors, oviposition, sex, MDlb, language.

Characters: Sevika and Trans! Silco

The dildo was bright pink, thick, and had an opening on the very tip, but the presentation wasn’t the strangest part: it came with eggs. Well, you had the powder to make the eggs, which were inserted into the dildo, then squeezed into the body. “Ovipositor” was the term her best friend’s website had used, making Sevika wonder what kind of fun she could have been having with just a little bit of research. Gelatin eggs? Seriously? Silco would have declined the hell out of this if she mentioned it, so considering he was clueless about the eggs she'd had setting in the fridge, that night was as great a time as any.

Silco had been tied to the bed earlier after dropping an ice cube down Sevika's shorts- the brat. He did it to rile her up, allowing the woman to manhandle him into submission. Punishment left the small man near tears, desperate to come as a pink vibrator was inserted into his hole while it's attachment rattled his clit at one, consistent speed. It wasn't enough to finish him off, but the tightness in his belly wasn't constricting enough to push him over. He'd spent the better half of an hour like that, writhing under that ghosted sensation, whining for Sevika, who spent most of her time tidying the house. He’d cried for her, promising that he would be a good boy, that he'd never pull something so cruel (if it could have been considered cruel). She snickered to herself, deciding to prepare the toy for his very interesting reward.

The instructions were relatively simple: lubricate the toy, insert the eggs, and have a blast. Truth was, those fuckers were big and it took some serious strength to push them into the shaft. Eventually, she tested it by squeezing the base, causing one to fly out and smacked her in the face. It didn't feel sexy- it felt degrading. Maybe it would be better if she didn't squeeze the thing so roughly.

Sevika walked into their shared bedroom, eyeing a desperate, disheveled Silco lying on the bed, wrists and ankles sore from pulling at the ropes. The device was humming lowly and he nearly screamed when she pulled it away, leaving him with nothing. Her next task was to keep that toy out of sight, pulling his leg restraints so they were tied over his head. This gave her easier access to his pretty cunt without turning him into human origami. She brushed a thumb over his bottom lip, offering the only gentle touch he'd be given that entire evening.

"Have you learned your lesson, Sweet Boy? Did we learn why we don't mess with Mommy?" Sevika rasped, looming over his jumbled frame.

"Yes, I've learned my lesson... Mommy." He kissed her palm, "T-Touch me please... fuck me however you want... I need release and you're the only one that can give it to me."

A smirk and her eyes clouded in shadow. "Damn right." And a wet kiss.

He sucked at her tongue, swallowing their spit with a moan crossing over his lips. Silco was soaked, shaking from the chill hitting his slick. Sevika licked a single stripe up his slit, loving the viscosity of his arousal: sweet and thick as the sugar on a caramel apple. Taking the pink dildo from it's place on the nightstand, the woman could tell Silco was not enthused with the thing. It was thick, which he liked, but the color and strange head, adorned with uneven lumps in the shaft meant there was something stuffed in it- hopefully that wasn't ice. She slicked it in lubricant, rubbing it over his swollen clit, before slowly plunging it into his heat. That stretch was drew out a cry of pleasure, pulling at the restraints- finally experiencing stimulation.

Thrust after mewling thrust against the texture dildo, Silco was in Heaven. Sevika wasn’t tender about her movements, trying her best to keep the surprise hidden for just a couple more plunges into that hot hole.

But, once again, it got wEiRd. A slurping sound emerged from the device and he felt something hit his cervix. It was firm, but still bouncy, slippery as it moved past his pelvic bone. Another one went in, then the third and final egg, and Silco felt full. The shock in his face was evident and Sevika worried he was hating the experience. Her best friend had also mentioned that the gelatin would just dissolve after an hour, or her partner could just lay them. Silco wouldn’t go for that, he was not a hen. Though, when she removed the dildo from his cunt, he'd moaned.

"I can feel them." She pressed at his belly. “Do you like it, baby?”

"Oddly slimy... but we'll make it work," he blushed. "Your mouth, please..."

Denying him would have been a crime, especially with those eyes pleading for her affections. Rewards were given to good boys, Silco went through with his punishment, it was only fair. She lapped at him, swirling that fat tongue of hers around the skin of his clit before sucking on the organ. He moaned, instinctively pressing his pelvis into her face, feeling the eggs moving within his core. To both their surprise, he almost pushed one out, bumping her chin with it. A wicked grin pulled at the corners of her mouth, devilish in her schemes. Two fingers pushed it back in, keeping the things in place. Silco gasped, feeling the ridges of each egg rub at his walls, fizzing down into a stickier liquid that leaked with his come.

"Keep them in there, or I won't let you come again after this." Sevika's tone was threatening.

Silco nodded, allowing her to ravish him once more. He wouldn't last much longer having been starved for touch all evening. The whines became cries as he tried his damndest to keep the eggs in place, but he couldn't help but feel his body constrict, muscles tighten, as he came on her tongue. The eggs came out, half dissolved.

Taking one into her hand, she cringed a bit. "Good boy."

"S-Sevika..." Silco choked. "Don't use those... again. That was filthy."

"Just trying to spice things up is all. I know you liked it, don’t deny it.”

The man reddened, tugging at his restraints to be untied. “Perhaps for a second, but the aftermath is a big...” he paused, “fine, it was nice.”

Sevika smiled, “Excellent, now, why don't you go get a shower?" She untied the ropes, pulling him close to whisper in his ear, "Then, I'll let you ride my face."

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piscespetals · 9 months

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summary: part 2 of a night out with sevika. read part one here.

content: nothing but lesbian yearning and fluff.

enjoy!

"So were you always a vegetarian?" Sevika asks.

"Not always. I lost a bet and had to follow the diet for two weeks. I ended up liking it enough to stick with it."

She fights off a smirk, taking a swig of her beer. "A fucking bet?"

Your body temperature rises from the scrutiny. "It's a bit unorthodox but..." You shrug helplessly. "It's been two years since then. At least that shows that I can keep my word."

She chuckles. "Touché."

You allow the air to envelop with silence as you take a bite of your burger. It really is good. You've quickly grown to realize that Sevika has a bit of an ego. The moment you mentioned how well you liked it, her head practically swelled up to the size of a balloon. But as much as you don't want to admit it, it's quite attractive.

"I can get a bit neurotic about vegetarian food, if I'm being honest. I've always thought about opening my own vegetarian restaurant one day. Veggie recipes are a huge passion of mine. I know it may sound a bit ridiculous to some people. But it's what I enjoy. I don't know..." You try to shove down the shame that accompanies that admission. The atmosphere becomes a bit too truthful for you to meet Sevika's gaze head on. But you do manage to see her shrug out of the corner of your eyes.

"We all get that way about something in our lives," Is her reply. "For me, I have an awful obsession with the Marvel universe. I've cosplayed some characters from there a few times."

You nearly choke on your fries.

You don't know much about Marvel but the idea of Sevika in a superhero costume is enough for you—

"Do you like Marvel?" She questions.

"I haven't watched any of the movies." That's when you deem it safe enough to glance at her. Her expression remains neutral despite your confession. Even though it sounds silly, a part of you wants to see her brilliant smirk again; wants to entertain the possibility of hanging out, like this, with her again. So you add, "But I wouldn't mind learning some things about it, if you were the one to teach me."

It's too late when you realize the weight of what the fuck you've actually said—and how suggestive it can come across.

Her shoulders tense, brows raising as her head snaps to look at you with darker eyes.

"Are you flirting with me?" Her lips slowly spread into a smirk.

You shrug unintelligently, not sure what to say; not sure if you want to say anything at all.

Sevika chucks. You almost allow yourself to believe that she's stunned. "Well then..."

She takes her time in chugging the rest of her beer down, tilting her head back. Your eyes manage to catch on a stream of beer that trickles from her chin to the base of her neck. A few veins are prominent through the flesh of her throat and they tense with each gulp she takes. After a few moments, she slams the beer bottle back down on the table, tongue jutting out to swipe against her bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

"Just let me know whenever you want to watch some of those movies." She finishes, waving down one of the bartenders with her credit card. "I'd be down anytime, sweetheart."

Twenty minutes later, Sevika is standing outside with you in the parking lot.

"I've kept you out too late. "She announces, rocking back and forth on her heels. "I'm a bit of an insomniac. I forget that people have normal bedtimes." Her eyes dance to a space behind you. She purposely avoids your gaze, but you're able to read between the lines. In some subtle, Sevika-like way, this is her apologizing. A polite acknowledgement that she's indeed kept you past your bedtime.

"You're fine." You preoccupy yourself by staring at her cupid's bow. "I don't think it's too late."

The fog of the biting cold air wafts between you two as Sevika nods shortly. You rest your back against the driver door of your car, reluctant to say goodbye despite just spending numerous hours with the woman in front of you.

There's a drag of tranquility. A small unsettling sadness nestles itself in your gut. This is the part where you both are supposed to say goodbye for the time being. But you don't want your night with Sevika to end so soon. You play with the hem of your shirt, mouth pooling with saliva and heart hammering in your chest. What exactly should you say? Or do? A handshake? A wave?

It feels silly to be so speechless.

"May I embrace you?" Sevika abruptly asks.

Your head shoots up, completely thrown off by the question. You almost lose your bearings from the way she peers down at you. Her stare is forgiving.

"Embrace me?" You repeat, amused by her choice of words. Her eyes narrow at the teasing lilt in your voice.

You've never seen her express the desire to show physical affection to anyone—even your mutual friends.

So Sevika asking you for a hug is unimaginable.

But beyond that, anyone asking you for a hug is something that you've never encountered before. You don't get to experience affection very much in life.

"Well, since you wanna be like that," She grunts. "Nevermind."

"Oh come on, don't be silly." You laugh, sending her a gentle smile. "I was just teasing. You can always hug me, you know."

She has full permission to hold you until the world fucking ends, for all you care.

But of course, you're not brave enough to tell her that.

Instead, you reach out towards her, hands gripping onto the flaps of her leather jacket.

For a split second, you freeze because you notice that her eyes have turned a scorched grey. Her gaze alone sets you on fire, blazes right through you—undeniably ardent—until you're nearly burnt out from her. It's a feeling that you'll never forget; a feeling you'd welcome a thousand times more.

Your breath catches. Then time resumes and your grip on her jacket tightens. Most definitely a bit too eager, you pull her towards you.

You're not sure how long the embrace lasts. You're only able to focus on the feeling of her arms encircling your waist; on how good her cologne smells while you rest your chin on her shoulder. And in that moment, you're reminded that the draw to Sevika is completely like no other.

"Talking with you was nice." She speaks, voice low as her lips tickle the tips of your ear. Then she's pulling back, just far enough so that she can look into your eyes.

"Yeah, it was."

"We should do this again."

You nod, swallowing thickly. You're not sure exactly what this is. You just know that you want more of it. "Literally, stop by Leo's place anytime, since you know, he loves when you come by." Do you sound desperate? "I mean....if you want. I-If you have free time—that is. Then we can hang out again. You can just call me. Or text, if you're not the type to call. And we can plan something. You know, without, like, our usual friends around."

Somehow, her hand comes to rest on your chin, thumb lingering inches below your lip as she tilts your head back to meet her gaze. Your stomach flips.

"But yeah." You add, failing to ignore the way that her teeth nibble on her lips. They look gentle and...Oh, God. "I, uh...yeah, of course. Let's do this again."

She smiles, showing you a gap and pearly whites. "You already said that."

"Oh." You clear your throat and shift your feet. "Right. That's right. You're right."

Fuck.

You are so gone for her.

And it's not helping that she's peering at you with that fucking look in her stunning grey eyes. She has a smile that could kill and a searing touch that you forever want to bathe yourself in.

The air around you crackles and smells of her, a mouthwatering woodsy cologne that shoots straights to your knees and nearly causes them to buckle. Her lips are beautiful; lips that are surely only made for movie stars—and now her. Lips that you want to taste; that you want to know.

Her large hands are spread across the nape of your neck when she inches closer, grinning at the sound of your breath catching. "Are you always this tongue-tied?" Her nose grazes yours. "Or is it just me that affects you this way?"

Your eyes widen. Her breath tickles your cheeks when she laughs. Despite the amusement behind her words, you feel yourself fall deeper into the abyss of her allure. She's been teasing you all night—you hate it, yet love it.

Your throat catches, "Wouldn't you like you know."

Sevilla's head tilts slightly. She observes you with an expression of unadulterated hunger, glancing over every inch of your face. It's primal and visceral. "I would."

Your heart leaps up into your throat, lodging there and beating with all of it's might.

"Is it just me?" She whispers, much more forthright this time.

You don't ignore the way that those words hold more than just one meaning.

Is it just her?

For fucks sake.

Of course it is.

Because why would—

How can she not know?

The goddamn sincerity in her question cuts straight through you.

Your head swims.

"Sev," You mumble. Your fingers find solace in the belt loops of her jeans, hanging onto them as if they're your lifeline. "It's most definitely just you." Then you're shaking your head, letting your forehead fall against one of her shoulders in embarrassment. You groan under your breath, a shiver coursing through you as you realize that she has you completely wrapped around her finger.

"I was hoping so." She chuckles. The sound washes over you, igniting a laugh of your own. Her hands drop from your neck, fingers trailing lightly down your back until they reach your hips.

You shudder in delight.

"And the entire nervous-rambling thing?" Sevika replies. "It's really fucking cute by the way."

Your heart skips a beat from her confession and you allow yourself to fully embrace the feeling.

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