#arcane fanfiction
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Prostitution with Sevika
Kinktober Day Four!
SEVIKA X FEM!READER
Word Count: 2.1K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
WARNINGS: Swearing, prostitution, brothel setting, dom!Sevika, sub!reader, reader calls Sevika 'daddy', fingering (r!receiving), vaginal sex (r!receiving), strap-on use, strap referred to as 'cock'/'dick'
SYNOPSIS: You are a new hire at the Underground Brothel and you are selected by the business's regular client. Now you get to find out if the rumors are true.
DISCLAIMER: BANNERS MADE BY THE LOVELY @cafekitsune
Why did you think this was a good idea?
Well, truth be told, you didn’t think this was a good idea… But it was the only idea you had left. Your family was dead, like everyone was in the Undercity. Your partner got herself killed from a shimmer overdose, and you were facing being homeless. Your entire world was turned upside down and it was all fucked to no end. But now you had to pick up the pieces.
You were hired at the brothel. What the actual fuck were you thinking? Well, you knew Babette, and she was willing to give you a chance. It was decent money, and you were given free food during every shift. How could you turn it down?
It was your first week and you have already been through hell. The women who came to the brothel tended to be high on shimmer and sloppy at best, but the men; they were aggressive, vicious, and you found yourself leaving with aches and pains every single night.
And yet, when you entered the room that you were assigned to today, you were surprised to say the least. The outfit on the bench was… strange. Normally, the clientele wanted something revealing, lace, and soft bright colors. No, you were given something black, made of leather, and matching black heels to complete the look.
“Don’t question it,” You told yourself. “Just put it on.”
You slowly stripped off all your clothes and pulled on the leather bustier and black lace panties. Your fingers twitched slightly as you strapped the heels to your feet and ran your fingers through your hair… Your lipstick was a deep maroon color, and you had deep, dramatic eyeliner. Seems like you thought it all out already?
Who was your client today? Why were you so nervous? What if it was a man that was three times your size? What if it was more than one man? What if you got hurt today?
“Did you hear about who she picked today?” A shiver raced down your spine as you approached the curtains in front of your door, biting down on your painted lip. Who were they talking about?
“Oh, I heard. Cute little new girl is about to get ruined today, huh?” You… they were talking about you! But who else? Who was she?
You’d get your answer soon enough.
It felt like forever until you heard the heavy footfalls in the hallways. Whispers carried in the corridors, along with the aggressive clicks of heels from your fellow ‘coworkers’ running away from whoever was making their presence known inside of the building. Your fingers trembled as you dared a peek out from behind your curtain.
Not even a second later, the curtain was being pulled back and in walked your client… Tall, muscular, handsome, and absolutely terrifying.
The brothel’s most regular visitor. Silco’s right hand… the person that everyone in the underground fears.
Sevika.
You nearly fell down the stairs, heels slipping on the concrete flooring as you tried to back away and give her the space she deserved. But it seemed she had other ideas.
Before your body could come in contact with the ground, the woman reached out and grabbed both of your hips with her hands. Her right hand was warm and calloused, a pulse beneath her flesh, but her left hand? Cold, sharp, and thrumming with the energy of her mechanical arm hidden beneath that cloak she always wears.
“Easy, doll,” Her voice is deep, husky almost as she steps forward and lowers you down to the stable surface behind you. Shivers raced down your back and you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling in her grasp. For a moment, neither of you said anything. But then her eyes raked all over your body and she breathed, hard. “Damn, look at you… Pretty little thing all dressed up just for me?”
Were you supposed to speak? You have heard so many stories about Sevika… how aggressive and cruel she is out there on the streets, and how she kills without mercy or a care in the world. You were scared of her, to say the least… And Sevika could see it in your eyes. She knew what her reputation was and was more than happy to push the agenda.
“Scared of me?”
You inhaled sharply, your hands slowly sliding from your sides to hold onto her forearms. The whirring of the mechanics of her arm made your thighs tremble. “N-No, miss…”
“Funny,” Sevika reached down and gently ran her rough fingertips along the edge of your jaw before she slid her hand in your hair. You breathed slowly for a second, fearing you said something wrong to her. She looked amused, but looks could be deceiving… The gap between her two front teeth was cute. You focused on the crease of her jawline, the scars on her face, and the way her brows were pulled down.
She was so fucking hot that you forgot why you were afraid… and then, she grabbed at your hair, making you yelp and submit. Your hands had slid far too high up, and she was punishing you… Fuck, she was punishing you! “Better watch it. I’m paying to touch you, not the other way around.”
“But—” You hiccupped, looking into her eyes for the briefest second. She waited for your words to continue. “S-sorry…”
“Oh, she has manners?” Sevika showed off the smile that made your stomach flutter for a brief moment and reached down with both hands, gripping your thighs and lifting you off the floor like you weighed almost nothing to her. Out of instinct, your hands reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders for stability. “We’re going to have fun.”
Before you could utter another sound, you felt something press against you… something solid, and stiff. Something that felt like it was alive, right against the wet spot on your panties. A low moan left your throat and you just immediately knew what it was.
“Take it off, doll,” Sevika breathed against your neck. “You know you want to.”
Fingers trembled as you reached for the cloak on her shoulders and slowly pulled it over her head. The brown fabric dropped to the floor behind her, and you looked down, confirming your suspicion. Sevika was strapped under her pants… the bulge was now way more obvious without the cloak.
“Feel that?” Sevika pressed her flesh hand to your rear and stepped forward, spinning you around and sitting herself down on the couch behind you. The second you were in her lap, she was pushing you down onto her hips and grinding the bulge against your cunt like it was her damn birthright to do so.
Your pulse quickened with every passing second, and you dropped your face down against her chest, breathing in the scent of tobacco and her natural scent… Strong, earthy, like a roaring wood fire. You didn’t know what came over you, but before you could scold yourself for knowing better, your tongue came in contact with her bear neck and your lips trailed all over her exposed skin.
Sevika tensed up and her fingers went from holding your hips to sliding under the fabric of your panties, grabbing at your flesh and making you instinctively bite down on her shoulder. Nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. Sevika looked like she was about to start climbing the walls as she felt your hips roll forward on top of her.
With a simple flick of her metallic fingers, the underwear given to you was ripped off your body and you barely had time to recover before Sevika was lifting you off her lap and reaching to pull the zipper of her pants down. A sigh left your throat, and you could only push your face into her neck; Sevika didn’t like that.
“Nuh-uh,” She grabbed your chin with her flesh hand, pulling you back to look down into her eyes. Her grey irises were staring directly passed your fears and into your soul. It was like she was lighting you on fire from the inside out. “You look at me. Prettiest fucking girl is going to look at me when I fuck her.”
Her words made you blush from the tips of your ears down to your neck and you almost forgot that this was your job… It was easy to think that Sevika had just picked you out of everyone in the underground to have a night with. Not… that she was paying for it.
“Don’t worry,” Sevika smirked, that crease in her brow becoming more prominent as you felt her hand leave your face and slide down between your legs. When you felt her calloused fingers against your soft wet folds, you forgot how to breathe. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”
The sound you made was beyond pornographic. Two of her fingers slipped inside of your wetness without any kind of resistance. Your entire body went rigid, and your eyes fluttered for a brief second before you forced yourself to look at her. Sevika smirked and basked in your expressions, slowly pushing you up and down on her digits.
What did you even say? What were you supposed to even do? Sevika isn’t like your other clients… She’s so intense, even when she’s barely touching you. It feels like you are drowning, even if its just her presence surrounding you. Your inner walls squeeze at her fingers as she curls them at just the right angle. Sevika smirked.
“Oh, you like that?” Sevika kept you steady on her lap with her metal hand while the other one worked in and out of your pussy. “So wet for me, already? Barely touched you, doll.”
“Fuuck...” You rolled your entire body forward, biting your lip and leaning down just enough to press soft kisses against her face. “P-Please—”
“Please, what?” Sevika said sternly. “Use your words, doll.”
“I… I n-need… ohfuck...”
“Come on,” She smirked, curling her fingers at just the right angle that you almost feel your legs give out. “Just say it—”
“Fuck me,” You whine, finally giving in. “Please, please, please… fuck me, daddy.”
There was a hunger in her eyes that wasn’t there before. It was like a switch had flipped inside of her because in mere seconds, you went from sitting on her lap to her pushing you down into the floor that was littered with pillows, blankets, anything you could desire to make this as comfortable as possible.
Sevika all but ripped her pants to try and free what had been teasing you initially. You only had a few seconds to really look at the strap around her hips before she was lining the tip of the bright purple silicone against your core.
“Pretty little thing,” Sevika growled, almost ferally as she slammed down overtop of you. Suddenly, the leather around your chest felt entirely too tight, like you couldn’t breathe. You began frantically reaching for the ties to undo the restraint on your chest, and Sevika noticed because you gasped at her ripping the ropes off the bustier and pushing the fabric apart to really look at you.
“Now, because you were a good girl…” Sevika gently prodded your opening, making you whimper and reach for her biceps. “You get a warning before you get fucked.”
“Daddy, please—”
That was her trigger. You could only grab at her muscles before she was plunging all of her strap inside of your cunt like it belonged to her. You tried to scream, but nothing came out other than a strangled squeak as your head went back on the pillows and tears filled your eyes.
You aren’t a stranger to being stretched out like this. It wasn’t like it was your first day at the brothel… but it was your first day with Sevika. She only gave you a few seconds to adjust to that cock before she was reaching down with her flesh fingers and gently rubbing at your clit.
Your soft squeaks faded into intense moans, much to the woman’s delight. She chuckled, watching you squirm and look at her like she was an alien of some sort.
“Not what you expected, doll?” Sevika teased, rolling her hips forward and making you moan like the whore you were. “Didn’t think I’d care about making you feel good?”
Very stupidly, you nodded.
“Let me fix that,” She leaned down and you curled your fingers into the leather of her jacket before bracing yourself for the most intense workday of your entire fucking life.
“Be good for daddy and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll beg me not to leave.”
And that is exactly what Sevika did.
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Can you CatVi x Reader where Reader touched VI’s jacket and it got into a mess of paint that the Reader was painting and Vi and Cait came home and saw the painting but saw VI’s jacket. But Vi was shocked and didn’t say anything but was angry.
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Don't Cry Over Spilled Paint | CaitVi x Reader
╰┈➤ PLOT: Messy. That was the word to describe you and your relationship with paint. After fair warnings to wash your hands after you paint, you get yourself into some trouble that might bite you in the butt later on.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread, 3000+ words, No Use of Y/n, Angry Vi, Fluff Towards The End, Caitlyn Giggles (shh)
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
(A/N): UMMM totally didn't see where Anon said Vi doesn't say anything ab being upset. She totally did and IM SO SORRY ANON 😭😭
You weren't sure how it happened. One minute you were painting a beautiful piece that showed Zaun in its light and then the next you were frantically scrubbing paint off of Vi's red jacket.
Maybe this could've been avoided if you just listened to Caitlyn.
"Make sure you wash your hands after you paint," she would always say to you. "You touch everything after you paint and you get paint everywhere."
You should've listened to her, you really should've, but she wasn’t here to warn you. So, technically, this was on her!
"Come on, come on," you muttered as you scrubbed a white rag on the jacket. Luckily, the paint spot was small. The color of the paint a navy blue and it was right next to some forever dirt patches in the jacket so the spot wasn't noticeable.
With the jacket and rag underneath running water, you declared the jacket done. The paint had already dried and there was no going back now. Besides, would Vi really notice that minuscule spot? You didn't think so.
A relieved sigh escaped your mouth as you shut off the tap. Wringing the rag out, you noticed two palm-sized white spots on the jacket. You set the rag down, going to inspect the jacket but before the jacket even touched your hands, your heart dropped to your feet.
The palms of your hands were white from priming your next canvas. The same white on the jacket matched the white on your hands.
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
You leaned your head further into the sink, too terrified to even touch the jacket. Through the white primer on the jacket, some lines and cracks matched the pattern of a human's palms. Okay, if your heart hadn't sunk before, it was now. Oh, and now you were trembling with fear.
You turned the tap on again. The water splashed and sprouted upwards from hitting Vi's jacket. You watched as the soaked jacket continued to take more water but the white spots not diminishing.
You turned the tap to hot.
Still the same reaction. Jacket soaks up water, paint remains untouched.
You should've noticed that the paint on your hands wasn't transferring to the faucet handles; a sign of dried hand paint.
"We're home!" Caitlyn's voice rang throughout the home.
Shit.
You thought you had more time. You thought you could take her jacket to the dry cleaners and get someone to professionally get the paint out yet leave all the dirt and grime so Vi wouldn't notice the difference.
You thought you had time to research how to get primer out of fabric and search up which primer you used to see if it was water-soluble. Was there even such a thing as a water-soluble primer? What's the point of a primer if it disappears with water?? FUCK.
Wooden creaks and deep steps rattled the floor above you. Caitlyn and Vi were settling themselves in the kitchen. This meant you had some time to hide the jacket in your studio before Vi noticed her missing jacket.
Quickly, you grabbed a plastic bag and shoved her jacket inside. You needed to keep the jacket wet. The wetter the jacket, the easier the paint comes out. Well, that was your theory at least. Tying the bag into knots you'll have to cut out later, you shoved the bag into a box of battered art supplies.
Don't ask why you have a large cardboard box filled with dead/empty art supplies. You don't know yourself.
"Muffin!" Vi shouted from the studio's entrance. "You comin' up or what?"
"Yeah!" your voice trembled. "Just trying to wash some paint off my hands."
Hearing the slight tremble in your voice, Vi took it upon herself to travel down into the basement-- oh, sorry, into your art studio -- to see what was the matter.
However, once she reached the halfway point of the staircase, you came running up.
"Whoa," Vi laughed. She placed her hands on your shoulders to prevent the two of you from colliding. "Where's the fire?"
You chuckled, sheepish and breathless. "Oh, uh. I thought you guys needed me and I didn't want you to wait much longer."
"Oh, well, that's cute of you, Muffin, but we're alright." Vi ruffled your hair. "I just wanted to make sure you ate your food before it gets cold."
"Aw, you got me food?" You put your hands on her shoulders and pushed her up the stairs. There was some resistance, naturally, but Vi let you push her up anyway.
"Well, yeah we know you've been--"
"Caitlyn!" you greeted, locking eyes with her. The girl was mid-bite in a pancake, the circle good dangling from her mouth and eyes wide. Vi laughed at her and the girl quickly took the pancake from her mouth with red cheeks.
"H-Hi!" she returned the greeting. She stood up from the counter and cleaned her hands off with a napkin. "Um, we got you food. Your favorite breakfast meal."
"Oh, great!" You removed your hands from Vi's body and made a beeline into the kitchen. The food was already plated for you with your favorite beverage on the side. You ate contently, trying not to let your worry show through facial expressions.
What was your plan now? Do you tell her? Do you let that jacket mildew and mold and hope she forgets about it? No, there's not way she could forget about it. She wears that jacket every damn day.
"Muffin," Vi said, pulling you out of your thoughts. Caitlyn and Vi were sitting at the counter across from you. When did they get there? You had no clue. "Why are your palms white? Like, whiter than Caitlyn white?"
You stifled a laugh while Caitlyn swatted her arm. "I was painting. That's why I was in the studio."
"Yeah, I know," Vi said through laughter. Caitlyn's swat had no effect on her. "But I thought you were washing your hands? Your hands were wet when you were pushing me up the-- wait," Violet deadpanned. "I don't have paint on me, do I?"
Frantic, the woman searched her arms for paint. The woman was wearing nothing but a plain white tank and some random pants. You would totally be distracted by her buff arms if your heart wasn't slowly finding its place in your chest.
Caitlyn hummed, eating a piece of pancake while she searched Vi's body. "No, you look fine which tells me someone forgot to wash their hands after they were done painting again." You received a scolding look from the English lady.
You shrugged with a dry chuckle. "Don't worry. I didn't get paint on anything."
Safe to say, your girlfriends did not believe you. Immediately springing up from their chairs, they raced to your studio despite your pleas.
They couldn't find any new marks of paint on the walls or support pillars. In fact, when they were done searching, they stumbled upon your Zaun painting and praised you for how well you captured the city.
"Wow, Muffin, you did really good with this," Vi complimented. Her fingers reached out towards the canvas, but you quickly slapped her hand away.
"Don't touch! It's still wet."
Vi snickered but obeyed. She stepped back but continued to admire your recent artwork.
Caitlyn, on the other hand, wasn't fully convinced you didn't touch anything with your painted hands. She strode towards the sink to see if there were any new paint marks. Instead of finding new paint, she found that the sink was still shiny from recent usage.
She hummed to herself. Vi said your hands were wet, though no paint transferred to her arms. So, your hands weren't wet with paint but with water. Caitlyn's gaze flickered over to your damp washcloth. Recently wrung up with a new paint mark.
The mark was a faded blue. The blue matched the blues you used in your painting, but the mark wasn't big enough for Caitlyn to assume you were cleaning up your lines with a towel.
You spilled paint on something, but on what?
To the left of her, Caitlyn spotted the box of art supplies. A hoarder, her partner was, keeping empty paint tubes, dead brushes, and other things you use for your craft.
What Caitlyn spotted was a new lump in the box. Instead of your dead supplies lying relatively flat, there was something disturbing the colorful sea, something hiding.
"Darling," Caitlyn called out for you with a finger on her chin and her other arm supporting the elbow. "Did you run out of a lot of paint while making that piece? Your graveyard of art supplies seemed to have grown."
Both yours and Vi's gaze snapped from the painting and to Caitlyn.
The three of you sat in silence, yet the tension in the air rose.
Your gaze flickered from the box, to Vi, to the box, to Caitlyn, and then back to the box.
Before anyone could say anything, you dashed. You didn't get far, matter of fact, you got nowhere before Vi wrapped her arms around your middle to hold you back.
Caitlyn went digging through the box, detirmined. Nothing could get past her. Not even her partner who loves to paint but is too messy for their own good.
"Aha!" Caitlyn triumphed as she held up the tied plastic bag. She poked the bag, a smile growing on her face. "Interesting. It's still wet and slimy inside. A recent hiding, must I say."
"Cait, don't!" you plead, squirming and wiggling under Vi's grip. The pinkette tightened her grasp around you.
"You're not going anywhere," her voice rasped through gritted teeth. You were being a challenge with all your squirms, but Vi had no problem throwing you over her shoulder if you became too much. Besides, she was having too much fun watching you beg and plead for Caitlyn not to open the bag.
"I'm sorry, but I have to." Caitlyn's long and slender fingers toyed with the knot. She used her fingernails to pull up a piece of the thin plastic before slipping her finger inside to loosen the knot completely.
"Caitlyn, I'm telling you, do not open that bag."
Opened, she did.
The girl barely took a gander before she gasped at the bag's containment. "You're right," she said through a trembling and quiet voice. "I do not need to open this bag. This bag must remain closed."
"What?" Vi exclaimed, letting go of you. "Oh, come on! Show me what's in the bag! It isn't fair you two know what it is and I don't."
Vi marched over to Caitlyn, but the blue-haired girl held the bag over her head. "No, Violet, I mean it. We need to respect our partner's boundaries and not open this bag."
You were frozen in fear. Vi was too close to the bag for your own good. You were thankful for Caitlyn's understanding of keeping the bag away from Vi, but that didn't mean you wont be hearing a lesson in your near future.
"Bull. Shit." Vi then brought her fingers to Caitlyn's armpit and tickled her. The bluenette immediately caved with giggles. Her crinkled eyes and cute smile would usually be an adorable sight to see, but right now, the sight made you seethe with anger.
Really, Cait? Couldn't hold on for just a bit longer?
Caitlyn brought her arm down, folding it like a chicken wing to stop Vi from tickling her. "Stop!" she giggled.
Vi grinned, snatching the back from her hand. "Anything for you, princess." The pinkette opened the bag and stared at its contents.
Caitlyn slid her way over to you, a small frown on her face as she played with her hands. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep it away from her for long," she whispered.
You sighed, watching Vi's face crinkle and express many, yet unreadable, emotions. "It's fine," you whispered back. "Just promise you'll attend my funeral."
Finally, after what seemed like 30 agonizing minutes, Vi spoke. "Is this my jacket?"
You gulped. "What do you want it to be?"
Vi called you by your name, her gaze lasering on you. Her eyes were darkened with anger, her lips upturned into a scowl. "Don't play cute with me," she called you by your name again. "Is this my jacket?"
Your heart was back in your chest again, but this time, it felt like it wanted to escape. A deep lump lodged and settled itself in your throat, making it difficult to say the words your brain was telling you to say.
Your chalky palms now wet from sweat and your body buzzing with anxiety. You couldn't say anything. You wanted to, but you couldn't.
You only watched the ticking time bomb on Vi's face as her expression went from upset to vexed. Her face was red with anger, the hands gripping the bag turned into fists, and her chest rose and fell with each staggered breath.
Vi took her jacket out of the bag. She scoffed at its drenched state and brought it over to the sick. She wrung it out like you did once before with a rag. Her hands were covering where the spots were.
Much like yourself, Caitlyn couldn't say a word. The two of you watched her like deers stuck in headlights. What could one say to de-escalate the situation? Caitlyn felt that if she tried to calm Vi down, she would be brushed off and told not to speak.
Vi studied the jacket from each angle. She studied the front, she studied the back. She studied the inside and then studied the pockets. It wasn't until she draped the jacket over a forearm she saw the two obnoxious spots of primer.
"I can't believe this," Vi said quietly, only a true sign of her deep anger. "Time and time again, we tell you to wash your hands and not touch anything. It was cute the first couple of times, annoying the next, and now I'm pissed off."
This had to be worse than any lecture Caitlyn would've given you.
"This is my jacket. My favorite jacket." Vi's back was turned to you, but now she's facing you dead on. Honest, you preferred her back to you. Then you wouldn't have to see the hurt in her eyes and she wouldn't have to see the sadness in yours.
A voice in Vi's head told her to stop talking but the anger she was feeling mimicked the anger she felt when Vander died. She had no control over what she was going to say, she could feel it. She wanted to stop talking to prevent further damage, but her emotions took her whole.
"I stole this from some rando after I beat his ass. I've had this for around 2 years now and until you came along, it was unscathed."
"Vi..." Caitlyn warned.,
"Sure, there were some dirt and sweat stains here and there, but that's what gave this jacket character. It's what made this jacket more like me because even though it was dirty, grimy, and stinky, it preserved through all the shit it went through," Vi continued.
You weren't sure if you were crying. Your eyes stung like you were, but the rest of your body shut down. Vi's words were like piercing sharp arrows flying through the wind and your body was the target. You've mastered the heart of tuning out lengthy and emotional lectures thanks to your parents, but all that skill was no match for Vi's words.
"All it took. All it took was your careless thinking and some fucking paint to ruin the one thing that felt like me. Thanks for that." Vi threw the jacket into the sink and went upstairs.
She didn't bother to look you or Caitlyn in the eye.
-
It's been a few days and you and Vi haven't talked. The first few days you didn't talk because the wounds were still fresh but as the silence grew and the wounds began to heal, the problem was finding the right words to say.
You've tried to apologize for the jacket multiple times, but she wouldn't hear it. Caitlyn even took the jacket to the cleaners to get the stains out, but Vi didn't want to see it.
Every time Vi got a glimpse of you or the jacket hanging in the closet, she knew she had to apologize to you. She wanted to apologize to you, but she didn't know how. Caitlyn tried to help countless of times, but no avail.
Sleeping arrangements were worse.
Vi slept on the couch the first few nights and then after some coaxing by Caitlyn, Vi slept on the furtherest side of the bed. Typically she liked to be in the middle or you would be in the middle, but as of late, she slept on the left and you slept on the right.
Poor Caitlyn had to sleep in the middle. She hated the middle. She didn't like how warm the two of you were in the night, making her burn up. She didn't like how if she wanted to read or work in bed, she couldn't turn the nightstand lamp on. The middle was awful. She wanted her right side back.
The night of the week anniversary of the argument, you and Vi stumbled into the bedroom to find Caitlyn sitting on the edge of the bed and glaring at the two of you.
"I am not sleeping in the middle any longer," she declared. "You two are too warm, I don't have enough arm or leg room, and I can't read which means I'm restless every time I sleep!" Caitlyn stood from the bed, arms crossed over her body. "And to be fair, I've grown tired of your childish argument. You two are grown adults. Talk your shit out so we can sleep in our rightful places."
You and Vi glanced at each other.
You already said your apology. What else could you say? It wasn't like you could offer her a meal, it was too late to eat and you definitely weren't saying another apology,
Vi sighed, looking away first. She shrugged, going to the left side of the bed. Caitlyn stopped her by pushing a hand to her chest. "Nuh-uh," Caitlyn eyed her. She pointed towards your direction with her brows furrowed. Vi groaned and walked back over to you.
"Oh, well that's one way to make a person feel warm and fuzzy inside," you scoffed. Vi rolled her eyes.
"Oh, please, you mean like ruining someone's jacket?"
"It wasn't on purpose!" you exclaimed. "You know it wasn't on purpose. I understand your being upset for my clumsiness and lack of awareness when it comes to wet paint, but you can't still be mad at me for something I got fixed."'
"You didn't even fix it," Vi rolled her eyes again. "One of Caitlyn's fancy buddies did."
"And who do you think paid for that?" you scoffed at her. "It might've been a buddy of hers but I still had to pay full price for a Piltover dry cleaning service. I don't believe in waving money and prices over people's faces, but since you want to go there, that cost me two months' worth of payments and as a starving artist, that's a lot of money to recover."
Vi only shrugged as her mouth converted into some sort of frown. She didn't know you had to pay 1,200 dollars to get her jacket fixed. She could've been more grateful and showed you some gratitude for getting her jacket cleaned, but you were the one who ruined it anyway. It was your job to get the jacket cleaned.
Caitlyn sighed. "Vi, stop being stubborn and say 'thank you' and an apology."
"Why should I have to say an apology?" Vi knew why, though she didn't want to admit it aloud.
"Why?" Caitlyn scoffed. "Vi, I knew you were thick-headed but I never thought it to be this extreme." Shaking her head, Caitlyn climbed into bed. "Fine then. Don't apologize and don't patch things up. I'm tired of being the referee."
Something stirred inside Vi. It wasn't anger or contentment, but instead a sadness. Not only is she unable to patch things up with you, but now she's dragged Caitlyn into this mess. Caitlyn was the peacemaker because Vi, herself, was unable to make peace with anything.
Caitlyn didn't deserve this. You didn't either.
If Vi didn't nip this in the bud, she was going to lose the both of you. She was going to lose the only people who saw her for her and loved her regardless of her faults.
"I'm sorry," the words stumbled out of Vi like a baby bird trying to fly for the first time, "to the both of you."
Caitlyn peered up at her with a book in her hand. You, who hasn't said or done anything since the last time you spoke, met her gaze.
"Muffin, I'm sorry for lashing out on you and not being mature enough to handle this situation properly. You trying to hide the bag is on me because I should've created a space where you can come to me about anything. Even if you think it may upset me."
"It's okay--"
"It's not okay. You don't have to forgive me or say some line like, 'Oh, everyone gets angry sometimes'. No. It's not okay and I apologize for my behavior. I'm working on it." Vi put a hesitant hand on your shoulder. When you allowed her to, she smiled and pressed a kiss ot your temple.
"And, Cupcake," Vi addressed Caitlyn. Caitlyn hummed in response. "I'm sorry for roping you into this and not realizing how miserable you were while Muffin and I fought."
"Yeah," you chimed. "I'm sorry about that too. You didn't deserve any of this."
A soft smile rested upon Caitlyn's lips. She motioned the two of you over, willingly wanting to be in the middle so she could hug you both. You and Vi gathered by her side, wrapping an arm around her. "I love you too, lugs," Caitlyn said behind a laugh. "I hope we can all learn from this."
"Yeah," you said behind a grin. "I learned that Caitlyn is severely ticklish and will cave immediately after a few seconds of tickling."
"What?" Caitlyn blushed. "No, that was not the lesson here," she nervously chuckled, her blush already spreading to her ears.
Vi laughed along with you. "Yeah, actually. I accidentally found that out like a month or two ago and only used it the day of the fiasco."
You gasped. "You found out and you didn't tell me?"
"Well, I didn't know how!" Vi laughed.
"Now, hang on a minute," Caitlyn said trying to catch your attention.
"Well, now I feel left out." "Who's to say you can't tickle her now?"
"Hold on!" Caitlyn pleaded but it was too late. Your hands and fingers found the soft skin on her stomach and laughs roared out of her. Vi joined the activity, tickling some of her neck.
Even after a week of drama, the love between the three of you remained. Plus, you guys even got some giggles out of it.
WC: 3,877
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Just Hair (Jinx x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘃!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
She’s usually not this…quiet.
Well. Maybe that’s a weird thing to have. Sure, she gives the impression of a chatterbox. Someone who loves the sound of her own voice. Someone who can’t stand to be ignored or cast aside. You’d be lying if you said those weren’t your immediate thoughts about her when you first met her.
But when you think about it, it’s really not like she’s talking all the time. It’s not like she says everything in a shout or a yell or a scream. She’s not loud and explosive and in your face every waking moment of the day. In fact, sometimes you think it’s others that do the talking for her. People who rile her up. People who she riles up. Her footsteps when she wants to be seen and make a scene. The footsteps that come running towards her whenever she’s seen and there’s about to be a scene. The explosives and explosions that she creates. The explosives and explosions that she’s drawn to. It’s all so loud. You associate her loud. She is loud.
Even when she’s not the one opening her mouth. So you suppose that’s why you’re so curious as to why she’s being so calm and so still for you right now. She usually isn’t like this. You don’t associate her with behaviors like this. And you just can’t help but wonder: why.
After all, all you’re doing is laying her head in your lap and brushing through her hair. Not anything important. Not anything crazy. So why?
Why?
You think about it as you continue your actions. Your eyes sweep around Jinx’s hideout, hoping it’ll give you some type of clue. The dolls she made a while back are still there. A not-so-successful project is strewn about a makeshift coffee table. One you distinctly remember helping her paint (and then later spray paint) not too long ago. But no dice. So you turn your attention back onto her.
The girl who’s always on your mind.
It’s an odd sight, in your opinion. But a beautiful one at the exact time. You’re both on an old mattress. A nicer one in your opinion. You’re sitting up, legged crossed and back straight towards one edge of the mattress while Jinx lays across your lap, head cradled by your thighs. Her signature braids are undone and long blue hair is just about everywhere in your vision as you take your time while running the brush across every single strand you have access to. And it all connects down back to her. And every time you look at her face, you can see the same expression there. Eyes closed. Face relaxed. No frowns. No worries. None of those things. Just pure bliss. Pure, pure bliss.
It truly is a foreign sight to you. Seeing her so at peace. You would have assumed she was sleeping if you didn’t know her so well. That’s why you’re so hesitant to break the silence. So hesitant to break the stillness that sits between the two of you. But you have to know. You just have to know…
Why?
And so, your mouth parts finally, deciding that it’s best to come right out about it. And that’s the thing. There’s a question in there, hanging on your tongue. Dancing on your lips. It’s there. But it doesn’t come out. Not quite yet anyways. You’ve learned to be very careful with your words around her. Very careful with your questions. In the years you’ve been with friends with her, you’ve learned how fragile a hair-trigger can be. You learned how random her trigger can be as well. With things you never known. With things you’ve never expected. So you stay there, and you ponder. Thinking long, thinking hard about what you want to ask. What you want to say. And by the time the perfect sentence forms in your mind…
“This is nice…”
…she beats you to the punch.
“What is?” You ask Jinx in response to her off-hand comment. She takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly. And then another. And another. And another. And another. Rinse. Repeat. But in all honesty? You’re fine with this. Never once had you stopped looking down at your friend’s expression with a curious gaze. Never once had your fingers stopped running the bristles of the hairbrush through her long hair- carefully making its way through tiny little knots here and there.
Your question can wait if she’s willing to share. Anything in your life could wait for her honestly. Perhaps she knows that about you. Perhaps that’s why she’s taking her time with her answer right now. You have a feeling you’ll never know. She’s always been an enigma after all.
But she’s your enigma. And she’ll always be.
“Nobody has brushed my hair in a long, long time.” She finally says after a long period of silence. Her voice is as quiet and as calm as her demeanor is. But there’s nothing scary about this. No silent storm here- not even in the far distance. You’re happy about that. You want it to stay that way. She deserves that. She deserves this. “So this is nice.”
“No one?” You question, almost absently, after a little while. It’s something to fill the void, really. Something to make her feel acknowledged and seen and heard- even when you don’t quite have a response for her at the moment. “Really?”
“I don’t play well with others,” She reminds you, a playful lilt to her voice. And although her eyes are still closed. There’s an almost proud smile starting to tug at the corner of her lips- unable to stay hidden for long. “Except for you.”
Well…I’m glad.” At the mention of you being the exception in you are her life, you can’t help but smile your own smile. Even if her eyes aren’t open to see it. You can’t help it. The words hit straight to your heart, even if she didn’t mean anything much by them. “That makes me special.”
“You’ve always been special to me.”
Her eyes are open now. Her gaze is on you. And even though her dark eyes are intense, you don’t feel like you’re in danger. You don’t feel like you’re about to be hunted or stalked. You don’t feel like you’re prey. So you hold her gaze. And you try not to think about just how soft it is now that her eyes are on you. Looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to her right now. And you want to be. Is it selfish to want that? Is it selfish to want that from her when you were once afraid of her too? Is it selfish to want that when you don’t even know her every secret yet? Is it selfish? Is it?
“Yeah…”
It might be. It might be selfish. But by now, the brush in your hand has run over this section more times than you can count already. But you like just how smoothly it travels through her long, pretty hair. You like how it makes her smile a little more. You like how it makes her feel relaxed. Happy. Loved. Cherished. So you’ll do it a couple more times. Just to be sure. Just to be sure. It’s the very least you could do. She deserves that. She deserves this.
“You’ve always been special to me too.”
And you’re more than happy to give it to her.
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OK COMPUTER ; the series.
a series based on the album ok computer by radiohead for our 8k milestone!
fandoms included ; marvel, succession, harry potter, the walking dead, arcane, dc, game of thrones, and bridgerton.
main masterlist. about.
TRACKLIST.
ONE. airbag ; steve rogers (4.3k)
five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.
TWO. paranoid android ; coriolanus snow. (27k+)
when you laughed, airy and light and reminiscent to that of wind chimes, coryo wished he could bottle up the sound and keep it as his, only his.
THREE. subterranean homesick alien ; fred weasley.
you were looking up at the stars, and fred was staring right at you, a dopey, lovesick sort of smile playing at the corner of his lips. “do you think there’s life out there?” you asked, but instead of getting an answer, fred surged forward, a hand curling over the back of your neck to pull you closer, freckled nose bumping against your cheek, his warm lips slotting over yours, extinguishing any and all lingering existential questions on the tip of your tongue.
FOUR. exit music (for a film) ; rick grimes.
blood all over your torn shirt, giving way to teeth marks. his horrified eyes met yours. you were bit, it was clear as day—and you had to make sure rick knew a couple things before you left for good.
FIVE. let down ; viktor (arcane).
it was his fault, really. he knew better than to fall in love with his coworker, who was just recently engaged to someone else. someone better than him.
SIX. karma police ; dick grayson.
he skimmed his fingers down your side—your waist, your hips, your thighs. your chest was rising and falling rhythmically, features mellowed with sleep. he couldn’t help but wonder if “no strings attached” was really a good idea.
SEVEN. fitter happier ; miguel o’hara.
there was a dangerous red glint to miguel’s eyes as you stepped between him and the kid. a muttered curse, a clenched fist, a twitching jaw. you weren’t afraid of the man you loved—but maybe you should be.
EIGHT. electioneering ; siobhan roy.
tom had said he wanted to watch the two of you—but he didn’t exactly want to, not really. shiv didn’t quite care. it was his loss, after all.
NINE. climbing up the walls ; sansa stark.
sansa begins to pull away from you after her father’s death.
TEN. no surprises ; sam wilson.
the two of you go off to look for wanda, supposedly in a quaint little town called westview. but in a blink of an eye—you’re a smiling housewife and sam is your loving husband, trapped in a house that didn’t quite feel like home.
ELEVEN. lucky ; theon greyjoy.
he thinks you look so very pretty laying on the snow, frost clinging to your lashes.
TWELVE. the tourist ; benedict bridgerton.
it was typical of him, of course. to fall in love with the traveling artist with keen eyes and calloused hands.
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Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder
Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breast fondling, finger riding, neck kisses, biting, praise, adoration, mirror sex
Word count: 0.7k
Ao3
Kinktober Day 20: Mirror Sex
A/N: They gotta have fancy mirrors in rooms in that brothel right? This kinktober entry is one of the ones I was looking forward to the most.
Sevika was surprised to find out how shy you still were given your line of work, how easily you got flustered, how you hid your face behind you hands or a pillow from her words and actions. As cute as it might be she wanted to help you break free from that.
And her being who she is decided to face the problem straight ahead, no dancing around the issue. Sevika was always straight forward, being with blunt insults, her compliments, the things that she found attractive or the things she wanted to do. Or you to do.
"What's the problem sweetheart? My fingers are right here, get to it." She smirked at you from the bed all the while knowing damn well what the problem was. The fucking mirror right at the foot of the bed.
"You're not gonna let this go, are you?" You cross your hands over your chest, perfectly aware that it only makes your breasts look bigger.
"What do you think?" She gestures for you to come closer. With the fingers she knows you'll end up riding. "Back to me, face the mirror. If it really is too much then we can stop, but I want to see how beautiful you look when you're getting fucked."
"I-I do?" A familiar sensation of your cheeks warming up begins to dawn on you. Sevika is sparing with her compliments most of the time but tonight it seems like she's feeling extra generous.
She just laughs, it was a short laugh, almost a snort, "See for yourself." She pats her thighs, her fingers in between them, waiting for you. Well you certainly didn't want them to get cold.
With light steps, or maybe you actually skipped there in your hurry, you drew yourself close to her and just like she asked, straddled her, your back turned. Sevika wasted no time with her fingers gently exploring familiar territory between your legs. You felt her soft, yet slightly rough lips on your bare back, her hand on your hip, guiding you. You took two fingers in with easy, the stretch soothing rather then painful.
"Don't look down. Eyes forward and start moving."
This wasn't a suggestion anymore. No, her voice was much more commanding. She knew you'd respond to it, you always did. And it always made heat flow between your legs, now down her hand as your walls squeezed around her fingers. With some reservation you looked up, coming face to face with yourself in the mirror. Unable to keep your eyes facing you they traveled lower, which also proved to be a mistake as you could clearly see Sevika's fingers entering you over and over as you bucked and rolled your hips on her lap.
"A beautiful sight isn't it?" Sevika leans up to bite your neck, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror, her hand traveling to cup your breaths. It's a little cold, but nothing you're not used to by now, rather it feels nice on your hot skin. "I see you like this every time. Spread out for me, looking up at me with those hooded eyes, wanting more."
"More." You echoed, "Yes, please Sevika. Please more." You look behind you briefly. She stops, "More." You whine again. With a little groan you look forward again, your face twisting with pleasure as she starts moving her fingers. "That's so good. Please don't stop."
"I won't. Not as long as you keep looking. You can do that for me can't you kitten?" Sevika coos against the bruise on your shoulder.
"I'll try." You lean backward a little, feeling Sevika's warm, soft breasts against your back. The new angle lets you see your cunt and her fingers even more clearly. It almost makes you come. This is how she sees you. Sexy. Needy. Breathtaking. "Fuck, please, make me come. Bend me over and make me come. I'll keep looking, I'll-" Your next words form into a loud moan as Sevika gently wraps her metal arm around your throat and pushes you forward, her fingers pumping in your cunt with renewed force. "Yes, yes, ah!"
You grab the sheets as hard as you can, even with your teeth as you look at Sevika in the mirror, towering over you, her whole arm moving back and forth as she drags your orgasm out of you. "Good girl. I knew you could do it." She kisses your ear, then your neck and finally tilts your head a little to capture your lips in a mind-spinning kiss.
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jolene // sevika
summary: jolene was beautiful, she could’ve had anyone she wanted in the undercity but just so happened to set her sights on sevika, your girlfriend.
warning: jealousy, angst, alcohol, kissing, mentions of cheating
word count: 2.2k
pairing: sevika x fem reader
a/n: 🎧 i love writing fics based off of songs so jolene by dolly parton is my next victim
the last drop was even more crowded than usual. bright lights beamed down on customers as they over indulged in drinks and pointless conversations. a distinct smell of alcohol and tobacco pervaded the air making it a chore to breathe. you pushed through the crowd, blending into a sea of drunken bodies as you scanned the room.
normally sevika would’ve been in her chair playing poker with the rest of silco’s guys, but when you reached the table her seat was empty. nevertheless you continued on your pursuit passing by the bar when you a soft giggle came from behind the counter, it was utterly unfamiliar— and enticing.
being sevika’s girlfriend came with many perks, thus you practically knew everyone that frequented the bar, especially those that worked in it. surely she would’ve told you if someone new had begun working there, right?
you followed the voice, narrowly bumping into a few people when you heard a second. this one was deeper, more guttural, and unmistakably sevika’s. nearing the bar you found the two. the mystery voice belonged to a woman, she was tall with rich ginger locks that fell at her shoulders. her eyes were a bright green, bringing out her delicate porcelain skin. without a doubt she was stunning.
sevika’s eyes glimmered as she gazed at the woman, sparking a feeling of jealousy within you. you couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked at you like that, with such desire and interest. it took everything in you not to cause a scene.
“can i get you something?”
your cheeks felt a warm buzz as both the bartenders and your girlfriends eyes landed on you just a few feet away. you ambled towards them taking the closest seat next to her in order to send a direct message. sevika was yours.
“what are you doing here?” sevika whispered, slinging an arm around your waist. she awkwardly shifted between you and the ginger, secretly hoping either one of you would break the silence.
“i wanted to surprise you..…who’s this?”
although not entirely noticeable the jealousy crept into your voice revealing itself in more ways than one. yet sevika was oblivious, she flashed the ginger a sly grin, gesturing to her spot on the opposite side of the counter.
“jolene, she’s the new bartender. jolene this is my girl, y/n.” there was a certain warmth in sevika’s tone and choice of words that hugged you just the right way. it established a fine line that you hoped was received by jolene.
“enough with the formalities, any friend of sevika’s is a friend of mine. you can call me jo.” she chirped, outstretching a hand towards you.
a grossly intricate knot twisted and turned in your stomach at her words. friend? sevika was not your friend. she was someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and in a matter of a few seconds she’d reduced it to pointless school romance. but maybe you were overreacting, after all sevika didn’t have a problem with it, why should you?
nevertheless, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind shaking her smooth hand. she had no calluses, marks, cuts or scratches. it took everything not to admire her as she pulled away, she was unarguably beautiful and you knew sevika could see it too. you despised the way her gray eyes roamed over her body, stirring great envy deep inside of you.
“jo was just telling me about the time she used shimmer to make a cocktail.”
“really?” you gasped, feigning interest.
was there anything else this woman couldn’t do?
“oh she's exaggerating, it was nothing.”
jolene bowed her head modestly, deflecting from sevika’s heavy gaze. but she couldn’t disguise the dash of red smeared across her cheeks, nor the dimples revealing themselves as a flirty smile spread across lips. the scene sent a wave of nausea straight to your stomach the longer you watched it unfold, you were losing control. but it was something you never had.
“i’d love to hear about it.”
“no really i can’t,” she replied dismissively.
“why not?”
she allowed your question to hang in the air for a while as she poured herself a drink. she sauntered over to the two of you, leaving her post behind the bar. her posture and poise, it was something that you couldn’t help but envy as she approached you. taking the seat opposite of sevika. she leaned in, gently brushing her shoulder against your girlfriend. which she completely seemed unfazed by, much to your disdain.
“see if i told you…then i’d have to kill you.”
her emerald eyes met yours and for a second you froze. there was a slight tinge to them, a sparkle that deeply unsettled you. jolene wasn’t aware of her beauty. she didn’t see the way sevika’s eyes followed her with pure lust and desire. she could’ve had anyone that she wanted, yet she wanted your girlfriend, and you knew it. you forced a smile to your face, desperately trying to ignore the seeds of doubt sowing themselves in your mind.
after a few mere moments of silence she bursted out into a fit of giggles, drawing confused looks from both you and sevika.
“i’m just kidding,” she beamed, “i’ll stop by your place one day, teach you everything i know.” her eyes found their way back to sevika on the last word.
before you could say anything else she began again, this time turning all of her attention towards your girlfriend. the woman practically oozed confidence, even going as far as to put her hand on sevika’s arm during one of her jokes.
she kept it there for god knows how long, completely ignoring your presence. her eyelashes fluttered adding even more to her seductive allure. you wrestled with the urge to vomit, silently grappling with jealousy. without another word you quietly bid them both a goodbye, nearing the brink of tears as you walked away.
a few nights later you were home alone, waiting for sevika to come home. it wasn’t rare for her to be late, but when she was it was evident as to where she’d been.
she collapsed on the bed with a thud, reaching for you on the opposite side. but the wretched smell of alcohol lingering in the air forced you to pull away. it was suffocating and it forced those same emerald eyes back into the center your mind.
jolene.
you knew sevika was spending more time with her just by the way she talked. she couldn’t go an hour without gushing about her and you couldn’t stand it. exasperated you stormed toward the windows, swinging them open before you joined her back on the bed.
“missed you.” she hummed, inching towards you.
“i missed you too sev.”
the words were short but they rang true— for you at least. you missed when being with her didn’t feel like a constant battle for attention. or endless rambling about a woman who viewed her as nothing more than a sex symbol.
eventually you couldn’t help but give in, allowing sevika to pull you into her arms. restoring a deep feeling of comfort that you'd been deprived of for weeks. you ran your hands over her muscles, drawing circles into them as you slowly began to lose yourself in her.
“let me take care of you,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to your exposed skin. her lips trailed from your chest to your neck, prompting a buzz of warmth wherever they landed. the passion you’d been longing for was slowly being ignited. you leaned into it, allowing yourself to truly feel the pleasure as sevika hands lowered. it felt heavenly, the gentle breeze from the windows created a calming lull that made it even easier to unwind. but a gust of wind blew through the bedroom bringing it to a halt.
you enjoyed the fresh air, it kept you sane in moments like these, but this time it did the complete opposite. the scent of liquor from the last drop cabinet and a mixture of jolene’s riveting perfume filled the room, sickening you. and any semblance of desire that you had for sevika that night quickly vanished.
“stop— i can’t. not tonight.” you snapped, pulling your body from hers. she didn’t ask you why, simply watching as you turned away, sobbing into the pillow beside her. that night she maintained her distance, quietly falling asleep to dreams of a woman that wasn’t you. but unbeknownst to her you were fully awake, and able to hear every word and phrase that escaped from her lips.
gradually after a while the jolene talk seemed to die down, and you felt like things were finally returning back to the way they once were. sevika would come home earlier than ever and when did all of her attention was yours. so much so that you often found yourself forgetting about the bartender.
on one particular day you guys were set to go out together but sevika was running a bit behind schedule. she sat at the table replacing the shimmer in her arm when she noticed she was missing some.
“jo, could you pass me the vial?”
the words fell from her mouth seamlessly, she almost didn’t realize her mistake. you craned your head in her direction, narrowing your eyes as you approached her.
“what did you just call me?” you spat, venom seeping into your voice. white hot anger bubbled inside of you with each step, your thoughts becoming more jumbled as they echoed through your mind.
liar. cheater.
“shit y/n, i didn’t mean—“ she rose from her seat, a remorseful expression plastered across her face.
“you’re such a liar.”
“what?”
sevika’s expression morphed from that of remorse to confusion. her dark brows furrowed, gray eyes narrowed and her lips pulled into a tight line. your heart was rapidly beating out of your chest, you were incapable of thinking clearly, ignoring the blatant change in her features. at that moment, sevika was guilty, even if you didn’t know what the crime was.
“i thought it was done, that you were done with her.” you seethed, pushing the boundary until you were directly underneath her. your tone was vile and accusatory, with the purpose of digging deep. you wanted her to hurt.
“baby i see jolene everyday.”
sevika tried her best to remain calm but it was proving difficult, with each sharp remark your voice only got louder, prompting her to do the same. she’d never seen you with such rage and she didn’t know what to do with it. she tried to reach out to touch you but you yanked your shoulder back in disgust, not even daring to look at her.
“are you fucking her?”
the question rang through sevika’s mind forcing her to step towards you for the first time during the whole ordeal. her fists clenched at her sides and gray eyes darted between yours. it was like she couldn’t fathom whether this was real or not, and you weren’t sure if that was a good sign.
she sighed, “i wouldn’t do that to you.”
“it’s either a yes or no, if you can’t answer that then i’m gone.”
she stepped closer, continuing until she was right in front of you. she plucked the vial from chair, turning to look at you once more.
“no.”
for the first time that night you truly saw desperation in her eyes. that was something you could count on, if there was anything on sevika’s body that gave herself away it was her eyes, they’d never deceive you.
“it was a stupid crush— nothing more. when i felt like things were going too far, i put an end to it,” she said sternly.
you shifted uncomfortably, vile images of sevika and jolene together permeating your mind. it pained you to ask but you couldn’t continue to have it loom over you nor your relationship.
“what things?” you asked, refusing to meet her eye.
“we almost kissed.”
the familiar feeling of nausea writhed within your stomach as you turned away from sevika but she was done hiding. she slid her arms around you, offering you the comfort that you so deeply needed. except this time it felt authentic and not propelled by drunken desire. despite the frenzied thoughts you leaned into it, allowing yourself to simply trust her.
“you don’t have to look at me, that’s okay, just listen.” she whispered.
“i love you. and i haven’t been good to you these last few months, i know that. you have every right to go but i don’t wanna lose you.”
“i don’t know if i believe you,” you faltered, fresh tears welling in the corners of your ears. you turned your face to meet hers, desperately hoping that her words matched her eyes, it was the only way you would know for sure.
“i wouldn’t be here trying to make this work if i didn’t love you,” she cooed.
her gaze was soft but her eyes were fierce like she was pleading with you. they never once left yours and they didn’t change. this was sevika in her rawest form and it was the most vulnerable she’d been with you throughout your entire relationship. which oddly enough you had jolene to thank. tears fell freely from your eyes, blurring your vision but you leaned into her. allowing sevika to hold you as you succumbed to weeks of pent up emotion.
when you’d first met jolene you fooled yourself into believing that she was some cunning seductress with the ability to destroy your relationship. but little did either of you know she would be the driving force that led you two to saving it.
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I’ve waited for you (Sevika x Female reader)
Hello guys! Finally time to continue back on writing Sevika’s fics. I remember writing a bit of her back in 2022. Guess I didn't had motivation to work on more, BUT HERE I AM! So here you go my fellow lesbians who needed something.
I do miss Sev it's not funny :(
My bad y’all I had to reread cuz I type so fast and had to go back for correction, forgive me😭😭😭
Anyways, please enjoy.💜💜💜
Lovely night in Zaun, the green lights dim throughout the streets. It was pretty silence on the road. You stayed in your wife’s bed, waiting impatiently to see her adorable face again. The room was very quiet and felt so empty as you thought about it. All you could hear only is the air conditioner cooling down the heat from all day and some of the noises from downstairs. That's the only thing you could hear but not the road outside. Could tell it was some people having a good time... but not for you it is. You didn’t want to think about other things, but your wife only and only her. It was now 1am, as you check on the clock on top of the wall above the headboard where your laying at. Suddenly, your heart skip when the keys jingles close to the front door as you heard it opened. Could it be her? “Sevika, love?” You ask yourself. Finally, you waited for hours to see her. You heard the sound of your wife mumbles as she walks in the bedroom quietly and takes off her jacket, hanging it up on her chair not noticing you were up. “Oh! Love, I didn't know you was awake." She jumps a bit. She saw how dark was the room and never knew you was up, til she saw your shadow from the dim light of the window. Sevika turn the light to finally see you look extremely tired. "Why you still up, sweetheart? You’ve been waited for me all night?” Sevika says in concern. She didn't want to be mean to you for staying up too long, so she pulls herself together, coming towards you. She bends down to kiss your forehead, meeting the same height. You were pretty short comparing to hers lol (like me XD) She holds you tightly enjoying the embrace she’s giving to you. “Well, I’m here now.” Then, you reply back. “Sev, I was so worried.” You caress her soft cheek, trailing your finger on her blue scar trying to not start crying. “I’ve waited the whole entire night. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you for so long.” You said while leaning on her chest as a tear came down on your cheek. “Oh, my love.” Sevika caress the side of your beloved face, pressing you more. She then places your chin back up to meet her eye. “No need to worried, dear. I was thinking about you too. Now that I’m here, it’s over, love.” You had your anxiety moments thinking something would happened to Sevika if she wasn’t home. All those negative thoughts in your head had to be erased. Luckily, your wife had came to save you. “I was just nervous how long you was out there. I wanted you to come home early-“ Sevika shushes you. “Shhh, love don't worried so much. I’m fine. Everything went well. Were both safe.” She looks down at your beautiful eyes sparkle like diamonds. “You know how much I love you, right?” You sniff your tears and lifts a small smile. “Yeah, I know.” You calmed down for a bit and sighs. “Just wanted to make sure you was safe. That’s all. I can't keep thinking what would ever happened to you if-” Sevika cupped your both cheeks together, admiring how adorable your face were like a baby. “Love, do I have to say it all over again? Y/N, look at me.” She ordered you softly to do what she says and you did. “I was fine at work, I promise. And I came home safely didn't I? Yes I came home safe and sound. Nothing's ever gonna happened towards me...or you. I’m still here and we’ll continue to move on.” Your wife does her best to comfort you. She continues looking at you, which was such an awe moment. She couldn’t bear to look away from that puppy eyes of yours. “Now, can we finally get sleep? I’m exhausted…” Sevika says letting out a yawn. You nod. “Yes, same here.” Sevika lifts you up into her arms and without wasting enough time, she carries you to bed. She let you lay down first before she gets on top and turns her whole body to have her head lied on your upper chest. “Goodnight, love,” says Sevika droozing off to sleep with her work outfit on still. You caress her simple bun, while watching her. You finally felt relief from all the anxiety had in you. Eventually, you closed your eyes and gently fall asleep, not wanting to let her go.
The end.
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Good Intentions Part Twenty
The Haven gets a new donor, Silco wants a side deal.
Rating: Explicit.
Word Count: 4,900
Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, veiled references to organized crime, arguments, oral sex (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, and blackmail
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You did your best not to squint at the men on the other side of the table. Doing so would only make it look like you were suspicious of them.
You were suspicious of them, of course, but there was no need to be obvious.
“My apologies, gentlemen,” you said slowly. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but with all of the opportunities available to you, I don’t understand why you are so interested in helping to fund the Haven.”
“It’s complicated.” Jayce Talis, the most famous Piltover inventor in recent history, rubbed at the space between his heavy brows.
“I do own and operate a relief organization and facilitate certain healthcare treatments, including minimizing the effects of Shimmer withdrawal,” you pointed out mildly. “Maybe, if you explain it slowly, I can follow along.”
One corner of his mouth curved upward, emphasizing the fullness of his lips. He was famously handsome and infamously unavailable, but that was fine. Your tastes ran in other directions.
His business partner - a man who was known around the Undercity only as Viktor - crossed his arms, slouching back in his seat. You tried not to judge it as a show of poor manners, especially when he straightened his leg with a wince. It was very likely Viktor just needed to adjust positions. Of course, it was equally likely that he didn’t find you very amusing.
“Make your point, Jayce,” Viktor muttered. “We have important business to take care of at the lab.”
“Yes, the lab,” Jayce said, adding a nod in your direction. “As you may already know, HexTech is doing well. We have made several important advancements and are set to debut more over the next few years. We own the patents to everything outright, so all profits come to us. Piltover has given us a few dozen grants and investments have flooded in. We have plenty of money to pursue the further development of HexTech.”
You nodded. It all seemed simple to understand so far.
“There is one particular area where HexTech does not excel: outreach.” Viktor interrupted with an impatient look at his now-pouting business partner. “That is why we reached out to you.”
“Yes, but is there a particular reason you want to support the Haven rather than any other Undercity outreach?” you pressed. Maybe you were a little paranoid, but your recent experiences with Silco had convinced you that being more discerning was probably a smart move.
Jayce sat forward slightly. “The Haven’s track record is impressive. Your expense justification reports have all shown remarkably low operating costs, your residents have started to find work with other Undercity businesses, and there’s plenty of buzz about the dent you’ve made in the Shimmer trade in your neighborhood.”
The blood roared in your ears at that. “That’s an overstatement, of course. Drug use waxes and wanes in neighborhoods over time. It’s just coincidence that Shimmer use decreased when the Haven opened.”
Jayce furrowed his brows, but Viktor looked like you had finally said something interesting. “I assume that is the line one must repeat vehemently if one wants to avoid the attention of the chem barons.”
“Chem barons?” Jayce repeated, now frowning harder. “They’re a local legend, a convenient shadow government that the people can blame their problems on.”
“Of course,” you agreed.
Viktor looked darkly amused. “Nothing more than a legend, certainly.”
“Yeah…” Jayce said slowly, glancing between you and Viktor. “Anyway, we’ve heard about the decreased drug use and we want to support that as much as possible. You and the Haven seem like the best choice to make that happen.”
“How is your security?” Viktor asked abruptly.
“We have a small team of guards for the exterior of the building,” you said honestly. It probably wouldn’t help anything if you told them exactly who was paying for that small team of guards. “There is almost no Enforcer presence in the Lanes, so we can’t count on a patrol happening at a crucial time.”
“I can pull a few strings,” Jayce assured you, totally confident. “I have some connections with the Enforcers. Piltover wants to support new development, especially when it isn’t tied to the drug trade. And they’re not going to find anything better than an anti-Shimmer organization with a proven track record.”
You nodded in acknowledgement of his point, but looked to Viktor. “And you? Do you also think the Haven is a good match for HexTech’s goals?”
Viktor lifted one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I fail to see what impact your outreach could possibly have on the Undercity. The politics are snarled, the people are desperate, and there is too much money to be made from exploitation.”
That was a harsh assessment, but it was true. Jayce cleared his throat uncomfortably, but Viktor spoke again before the better-mannered of the pair could offer any reassurances. “That being said, I am… reluctantly impressed by what I have heard of your meetings with Silco. There are few willing to argue with him.”
You stiffened slightly at Viktor’s mention of Silco. Up to that point, you had both pointedly avoided using his name, as evidenced by the way Jayce was glancing between the two of you.
“I don’t understand,” Jayce admitted. “Who is Silco?”
“You will find out,” Viktor said, the statement sounding both threatening and utterly inevitable as he stood. “I must return to the lab. Jayce, I agree with whatever choice you make.”
You watched as Viktor leaned heavily on the cane and left the building. It was situated at the edge of Piltover, just across the bridge from the Undercity. Jayce had assured you multiple times that, if they were not working on time-sensitive experiments at HexTech, they would have been more than willing to meet you in the Undercity. He may have even been telling the truth.
Jayce was still half-smiling when he looked back at you. “Who is Silco?”
You got the impression that he would keep pushing until he got an answer, so you chose your words carefully. “He is a… major player in the Undercity. He wants- well, he says he’s working for the good of the people. That’s up for debate.”
“But what does he do?” Jayce pressed.
“He’s an industrialist.” You sat very straight on the edge of your chair - not quite standing, but giving the impression that you were ready to leave. “Speaking of helping the Undercity, I need to get back to the Haven. When you’ve made a decision about your outreach, please let me know.”
“Easy enough,” Jayce said, standing to offer a hand over the table. “HexTech would like to provide funding for the Haven, to be used in whatever way you think is appropriate.”
You were giddy with excitement, and it rushed through your veins like adrenaline. Somehow, you managed to keep a straight face long enough to thank Jayce and accept the check he filled out for the Haven. It was generous, which made your heart soar. You would be able to help so many people!
The good news put a spring in your step and you were still bouncing as you climbed the stairs to Silco’s office. Thankfully, no one was around so early in the day - you had serious doubts about your ability to look cranky and irritated right then, but you would have been obliged to put on a performance if there were onlookers.
“You seem cheerful,” Silco noted as you closed the door behind yourself.
“So far, so good,” you told him, walking over to his desk. “What’s the plan for today?”
He ignored your question. “Productive morning, I take it?”
“Very.”
You peered out through the window. The Last Drop was just barely tall enough for you to catch glimpses of the building projects happening over near the Haven. The mechanic’s shop was well on its way to being completed, the construction crews had broken ground on the second apartment building, and the grocers were taking over an existing building, so they were already in the process of hiring staff.
As you leaned back, you caught sight of a familiar handprint on the glass and your lower belly tightened with the reminder of how it had gotten there.
“And how much will HexTech be allotting you?”
With the casually conversational way Silco asked his question, you didn’t immediately notice that anything was wrong. Your attention was split between the handprint on the window and the ever-increasing needs of your body. At last, awareness filtered through and you froze.
‘I-” You cleared your throat, giving your best innocent expression as you turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”
Silco gave an impatient gesture. “Come, pet, we have already discussed that I know all that happens in Zaun.”
“Nothing happened in Zaun,” you said blandly.
His answering look was dry. “But a potential alliance between the Haven and HexTech undeniably concerns Zaun and her future. Do me the courtesy of assuming I know of your meeting with the two inventors behind HexTech.”
“Fine,” you agreed, largely because he gave no indication of moving on. “I met with the owners of HexTech.”
“Thank you,” Silco said, gaze drifting to the window. “And how much has young Talis decided to give the Haven?”
You paused, uncomfortable with the idea that you needed to place a boundary. You and Silco shouldn’t be close enough to need things like boundaries - the clear divisions between you should have been so obvious as to be implied. “I’m not sharing that information with you.”
“Why not?” he asked. “If I know the size of their donation, I can exceed it.”
“I don’t need any more donations at the moment,” you told him.
Silco’s brows unfurrowed. “Ah, that much? Congratulations. You may rest secure in the knowledge that the sale of your morals has fetched so high a price.”
You recoiled at the slight before you could stop yourself. A drug lord was going to lecture you about morals? That bothered you. Surely that was the cause of your discomfort. Any other reason would imply that Silco was important enough to you that his opinion mattered.
“I didn’t have to sacrifice my morals to accept their donation, unlike others the Haven has received in the past,” you told him icily.
Silco stood abruptly, his chair lurching back with the movement. You held your ground, though it took more effort than you were comfortable with. “My donations served your residents just as well as the ones from HexTech will, and at far more dire a time. Do not act as though I were not there to support you every time you have needed me.”
You gaped at that. “Because we’re in a deal! Every donation served you just as well as it did me - it increased your leverage over me and the Haven. Convenient, since you need me around for an easy source of sex.”
He scoffed, looming over you. “Do you truly believe that there are not others who throw themselves at my feet? I receive more offers of easy sex than you would believe possible.”
“Then why keep me around?” you pressed.
“Because you are the only one who offers the slightest hint of a challenge!” he snapped, breathing heavily. You had stepped into him rather than away, and he was already so close that your chest and his were nearly touching. You glared at each other from inches away before one or both of you closed the gap separating you.
His mouth was hard and unyielding against yours, disinterested in any hint of refusal. Fortunately, refusing his kiss was the last thing on your mind. The energy of securing the HexTech donation was still crackling through you, and sex was a wonderful outlet. The slight tinge of irritation accompanying it only served to increase the appeal.
You met him with lips that were already slightly parted, and your tongues were dueling in a moment. Kissing Silco wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to you, but it was still rare enough that you considered it a novel experience.
Your toes were curling at the slow luxury of his mouth on yours. Silco was rarely in a hurry, even now, when you were apparently taking a break in the middle of a fight. Your interest was only piqued further when he started removing your clothing with rough movements. When he had finished, he pushed you backward as you gasped with shock.
Fortunately, Silco had thought far enough ahead to position you close to his desk. The sensation of your bare ass on the cold surface of the desk was jarring, but you watched Silco eagerly. You were more than willing to brave the temperature difference in order to watch him undress for you.
To your surprise, Silco lowered himself, fully-dressed, into his throne-like chair. You eyed him, frowning as he took your ankles in his hands. They were placed to either side of his chair, leaving them supported by the arm rests at his sides. It went without saying that your knees were forced open by the position, leaving your core exposed to the air… and to Silco’s gaze.
That mismatched stare was fixed between your legs, studying the most private parts of you as you tried not to squirm. When he reached out to touch your cunt, you felt his fingertips like electric shocks… but he only parted your folds and continued his silent observation.
Irritation, embarrassment, and need swirled together in you until the pressure pushed words from your mouth. “Silco. What are you doing?”
“Studying my favorite acquisition,” he replied distantly. Even lost in your own distraction, you could feel the echo of your first time together, in this very situation in this very office, when Silco had said something similar. “And wondering how my pet can be so very unyielding, yet yield so delightfully in other areas.”
You frowned at him - not that Silco was looking at your face. “Whatever answers you’re looking for, you aren’t going to find them down there.”
That made him glance upward, a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps it would be best if you lay back.”
You complied, though not without rolling your eyes. “If we’re having a repeat of our first session, I hope the sex is more satisfactor- Oh!”
Without any sort of warning, Silco’s mouth had closed around your clit. You half-lifted back off the surface of his desk, staring down at his face between your legs. You could only hope that your expression was less desperate than you felt, but wicked pleasure filled Silco’s gray-green eye, so you didn’t think that was accurate.
And then he set about making you forget all about expressions and irritations. Silco buried himself between your thighs, teasing you with fingers and lips and tongue and teeth. He nibbled, he stroked, he thrust… He used every hint of weakness he had gathered from you over your time together, recalling every sensation that drove you wild and subjecting you to all of them at once.
You arched up off the desk so sharply that the muscles in your back and abdomen protested. Your knees tried to close around Silco - either to keep him close or to force him away from you, you weren’t sure which - but his shoulders kept you spread open and subjected to his torment.
By the time he had pressed three fingers deep inside of you, your body was glistening with sweat. You were panting, your hips trying to both ride him and grind closer to the lips that were wrapped around your clit.
Silco always ate you like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else, but this was more intense than anything you had experienced with him before. You didn’t remember when you had sank your hands into his hair, but it didn’t matter. You were using him only as an anchor; he never moved far enough away for you to need to pull him back.
At last, he removed himself from you, pulling away almost entirely. The only parts of his body that was touching you were his shoulders, still holding you spread open for him.
“Silco?” you asked, an edge of desperation clear in your voice.
“Shh, pet,” he soothed. “I am trying to decide whether you deserve the reward of coming on my tongue.”
You whined, lifting your hips as if you could convince him to come back.
“I am less than thrilled by your association with the Piltover business,” Silco admitted slowly. Torturously slowly. “Yet I suppose you may have earned a treat for coming to meet with me anyway. Is that correct?”
You nodded.
Silco leaned slightly closer. “You would not break our deal over a single donation from another business, would you?”
You shook your head.
Silco came even closer then - still not touching you, but near enough that you could feel every exhale on your damp folds. “Does our deal still stand, pet?”
You nodded, but Silco shook his head. “I need to hear it in that lovely voice. Tell me, darling: does our deal still stand?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered, the dryness in your throat making it difficult to speak. “Yes!”
“Ahh…” he mused. “How long will it stand?”
He watched you with a gaze so sharp you understood instinctively that he would only accept a spoken answer. This one was more challenging; he hadn’t told you what he wanted you to say and thinking was difficult when your brain was soaked in hormones and arousal.
“Until- ah!” Silco had darted a long lick up your folds - not touching anything firmly enough to throw you over the edge, but still startling. And distracting. “As long as I’m in the Undercity.”
“Our deal will stand as long as you are in the Undercity,” Silco repeated. You nodded and he looked thoughtful. “I suppose I must offer sufficient incentive for you to stay, then.”
As if the shock of it removed you from the situation, you noted it dispassionately as he parted you a little more, nestled his nose against your clit, and thrust his stiffened tongue up inside of your heat.
And then the moment of observation passed. You were thrown back into your body just in time for it to go through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your body arced up off the desk again, muscles spasming so hard that you had the vague sense of Silco holding your hips against the surface so you didn’t throw yourself onto the floor.
But that was a dim knowledge, far in the background of your thoughts - the vast majority of your brain was caught in a stranglehold of pleasure. How could you be expected to lay still when every bit of you was crackling with such intense energy? You had to move. It was not possible to do anything else.
At last, Silco removed the live current that was his mouth against your core. He had to struggle against the grip you had on his hair. You weren’t really trying to keep him in place, but your muscles had locked down in the aftermath of your orgasm.
“How do you feel?” he asked conversationally, when he had freed himself from your grip, losing a few strands of hair in the process.
“Nnn umm…” Nope, those weren’t words. You tried again. “Needum mint.”
“Take your time,” Silco invited, relaxing back into his chair. He licked his lips, cleaning the shine of you from them with his tongue. Watching the process made your uncomfortably sensitive body tighten, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. When he had licked everything he could reach, Silco retrieved a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, chin, and cheeks.
If you were capable of higher thought at the moment, you might have been embarrassed by how much of a mess you had made on Silco’s face. Fortunately, the brain fog was still too dense, and you just watched him vacantly.
Rather than rush you into another round, Silco snagged a piece of paper from beside your hip. He lifted it and started to read. From the light that filtered through it from the window behind him, you could see that there were schematics of some kind drawn on the page. They were highly detailed, but something about the writing looked young, like it had been done by someone without fully developed fine motor function.
And then Silco’s fingers wrapped around your ankle and you stopped thinking about anything else. Especially when those fingers began to play idly against your skin, tapping an unfamiliar rhythm on your anklebone.
“How much more reading do you need to do?” you gritted out at last.
Silco glanced up at you instantly, eyebrows raised. “I can stop at any time, pet. I was under the impression that you needed a moment to recover.”
“I have recovered.”
“Why did you not tell me immediately?” Silco asked.
Despite the censurious words, he lazily tucked the schematics into a desk drawer before he stood. In a moment, he had opened the front of his trousers, pushed aside the layers of fabric, and lined himself up with you.
There was something almost sweet about the fact that Silco was so hard. He had brought you pleasure without being touched in return, and yet his erection hadn’t flagged while he sat quietly reading for minutes. For all that he was a selfish, manipulative bastard, Silco was surprisingly impacted by the way he affected you.
Any hints of altruism were shoved aside as Silco plunged inside of you. Rather than hesitating or asking if you were ready, he surged powerfully forward until he was seated as deep inside you as he could be. Your hips shifted to accommodate him and your legs trembled against the arms of his chair as you struggled to surface against the pressure of him stretching your walls.
Silco’s hands were tight on you. One was wrapped around your hips, providing an anchor point as he began to thrust in and out of you. His other hand was firmly on your ass, half-lifting and half-squeezing as he rolled his hips against you.
That rolling motion made your lips part for air as you stared up at the ceiling. Silco was big enough to fill you, but something about that motion put pressure against your walls in a way that felt almost cyclical. It was like he was fucking a little circle inside of you every time he pushed in, which meant that you got intermittent pressure against your g-spot. It was magical.
You tried to lift against him, to counter-thrust and speed things up, but Silco wasn’t having it. His grip was firm enough to hold you utterly still, making sure that all you could do was experience the way he was taking you apart for a second time.
“Silco, please,” you gasped out. “Faster. Harder. Please.”
“No,” he denied simply. Silco’s hand momentarily released your hip to grab your wrist instead. He tugged it downward until your fingers were brushing the throbbing place between your legs. “If you want your pleasure, you’ll have to take it.”
You were tempted to deny him and yourself, if only to prove that he wasn’t in charge of you, but the slight graze of your fingertip over your own clit made you squirm. But if you were going to be responsible for your own orgasm, you were damn well going to make sure that Silco helped.
With some effort, you lifted your legs from where they were still resting on the armrests of Silco’s chair. It took only a moment to wrap them around his waist, and when you tightened them, the pull was strong enough to force Silco forward against you.
When he had bottomed out inside of you, Silco’s grip shifted upward, pressing against the surface of the desk on either side of your hips to support the shift in his center of balance. His eyes widened, startled as you kept him close. You used your newfound freedom to thrust your hips, moving him and out of your core as you strummed at your clit.
The resulting sensations were enough to take you sailing over the edge again. This orgasm was less abrupt than the last one, but almost more satisfying because your inner muscles had something to lock down around.
Dimly, you registered that Silco was trying to withdraw from you, but couldn’t escape the grip of your leg muscles. You only understood his reasoning when his body stiffened, face tightening and growing slack as he reached his own peak.
Silco’s orgasms tended to be subtler than yours, but even his legendary poker face failed him. His expression tightened, then went slack as his body spasmed in a series of explosive surges. He hissed out a curse that sounded like half a prayer, his lips continuing to move long after he had stopped speaking loud enough for you to hear it.
Slowly, you let the tension seep from your leg muscles. When your feet were dangling toward the floor once more, Silco eased himself out of you. The first spill of your combined mess seeped directly onto the surface of Silco’s desk, but he cleaned it up and caught the next with the same cloth he had used to wipe his face earlier.
When Silco was seated in his chair once more, you took the cloth and held it in place as you slid down from the desk. Silco smiled wryly. “I never intend to make such a mess, but you are irresistible. Especially when you’ve wrapped me in those lovely legs. If I must be trapped, I will say that I prefer to be trapped in your embrace.”
“Flatterer,” you accused gently.
“It is a lovely benefit when the truth is flattering,” he replied, giving you a look you didn’t quite understand… until he added, “Now, pet, tell me how much I should write for the amount of my next donation check.”
You turned toward him with an irritated huff. “Are you still talking about this? I don’t need an extra donation from you, especially not when your motivation is simply to outdo someone you consider a threat.”
Silco’s lip curled. “I hardly consider those two boys to be a threat.”
“Then what is your problem with them supporting the Haven?”
“I dislike the idea of Piltover gaining a foothold here in Zaun,” Silco explained after a moment of thought. “Even if their influence is only over a small outreach. It could hinder the growth of Zaun’s independence.”
You bit back the irritation that rose at the Haven being referred to as a small outreach. It was a small outreach, of course, but it was so important in your life. It hurt to be reminded that your work was considered minor to other people.
“Fine,” you said instead of telling him any of that. “What are our options? I’m not telling you how much they donated.”
“Very well,” Silco said tightly. By all appearances, he was displeased with your insistence, but something about the look in his mismatched gaze gave you the distinct impression that he was getting something he had been angling for all day. “If you will not allow me to match HexTech’s donation amount, I would be willing to overlook their involvement in the Haven…”
“And what will it cost me?”
“I want to be part of the Undercity Innovation Committee.”
It took a beat for you to remember what that was. “Jazper’s group? No. Absolutely not.”
Silco watched you in silence. His brow creased and it was like watching a far-away storm building into something catastrophic.
“I have no control over that,” you expanded. “I can’t risk everything I’ve built - I can’t risk the Haven - to argue for you being part of the meetings.”
“And I would never ask you to,” Silco assured you smoothly. “I have other resources at play. All I need from you is not to argue against me being on the committee.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “So you don’t need me to fight for you? Just don’t tell them not to let you join?”
“Yes.”
It seemed simple. Almost too simple. And yet… it had been a long day. You could use some simplicity. “Fine, I agree to those terms. If someone else brings up the possibility of letting you join the committee, I won’t argue against it.”
“Perfect.” Silco took the end of your conversation as an opportunity to refasten his clothing, so you started to get dressed as well.
By the time you had finished, Silco was holding out a slip of paper toward you. You looked from it to his face, unwilling to accept an unknown item from him. He continued to offer it anyway.
“If I understand, your objections were not to me making a donation, but to me trying to make a larger donation than HexTech,” Silco explained. “I do not know how much they donated, but here is my offer.”
“Silco…” you lamented, arms still folded across your chest.
He lifted a brow. “If you prefer, I could resume trying to discover the HexTech donation amount…”
You sighed loudly so there could be no mistaking your irritation as you snatched the check from his hand. You didn’t look at the amount, but the way Silco grinned as you shoved it into your pocket didn’t seem promising.
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𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱
“𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘰𝘩”
Inspo: Victoria Monet - Moment
Pairing: Jinx x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: You were always willing to spare a moment for your girl...
Warnings: Sub!Jinx, Dom!reader, fingering, pet names, and fluff.
Words: 1503
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
“Jinx, kitty, stop being a brat and go to sleep.” Your voice was a deep rumble in the girls' lair of contraptions that threatened your life on a daily basis. The bridges lead to a stable and reliable earthy surface vibrated by your timbre tone with the very few lights in the large cavern giving you a sight of the girl rolling in your guys' bed.
You had taken Jinx’s desk for the night after putting the girl to sleep. After a long and stressful day of her own mental weighing down on her and the physical ache she felt by being hunched over her desk all day, she requested you cuddled with her. Of course, you had and for once in a very one-in-a-million chance, Jinx had been quiet. Not that you minded her talking, but her rambling sometimes carried into the time when you were pleading for any amount of sleep. But you also believed her mind must’ve also been quiet enough for her to just enjoy the silence and you.
But, of course, work needed your attention so you had to pry her arms from your waist. Instantly missing her pale fingers tracing shapes in your waist and humming into your caramel skin. Her long blue braids practically wrapped around your bulky frame. Compared to the girl that used your body as her own personal bed, it was inevitable that you would become attached to her petite figure that was so malleable in your hands.
It didn’t matter though, Silco had been needing your attention on a raid and you had to have the plans done tonight. He was already on the fence about you dating Jinx. You didn’t need to give him any more reasons that could lead to your death.
Jinx, of course, didn’t care.
“Come back to bed,” Jinx whined, blankets enveloping her entire frame adorably. But you heard the faintest pur in her words, sending a jolt to your heart. You were too busy to fully acknowledge it, but you saw and smiled. Something she also noticed and grinned tiredly. “If you won’t come to bed, I’m sleeping over there with you.”
You tapped your pen against her desk, turning the chair towards her as she waddled over with a thick blanket around her shoulder. The sound of her bare feet padding across the metal bridge filled the air. You, of course, could see the crack of the blankets and felt your eyes become glued to her pale thighs. The large blue tattoo on her right side reached down and could be spotted on her right thigh. Something you sure had seen before, but something about seeing it now was erotic. It was probably because you knew for a fact that beneath the blankets Jinx wore nothing.
And your suspicions were correct when she moved the bottom of the blanket to straddle your waist. The lamp on the desk exposed the glistening of her folds which were practically drenched. Clit puffy and needy for your attention. And it was being placed right on your crotch with Jinx curling her arms around your neck and stuffing her face in your neck.
“What are you doing, Jinx?” You muttered, turning the chair back towards the desk where you uncomfortably continued to work. Feeling her shift slightly with a gentle sigh. Warmth invades your neck, goosebumps standing to attention across your body. “Use your words, Jinxie.”
She moved further into your body, warmth able to melt her entire body. If she had the choice, she would cut a spot deep inside your chest right beside your heart and hide there. Just so she could listen to the tedious, yet, relieving thump of your heartbeat. In many ways, it would make you two as one, but that was already a thing. You could tell she was needing something to relieve the heat between her legs. If you also needed a taste of her, you might’ve pounced on her the moment you saw that beautiful cunt.
But hearing her beg for it was always going to be better.
Her hips rocking, the rough texture of your pants enough to get her off. And feeling your arm softly wrap around her waist, helping her, she let out a whine. So with a glance, you grabbed the blanket surrounding her body and yanked it off. Turning her body to face the desk and you pressed loving kisses to her shoulder. Jinx was ready to protest, but her words were cut short by one of your large hands grabbing her thigh, holding it open while your other cupped her sex.
The touch was enough to silence Jinx and have her inhale sharply. Your hot breath fanning the side of her neck with your own gaze focused on where your hand rested. A radiating heat and sleekness resting against your palm and making your hand twitch. “You gonna use your words or am I leaving you high and dry tonight?”
Hearing that made Jinx instinctively grip your shirt and arm holding her thigh. “You better not, Y/n,” she growled.
“Then use your words, sweets,” you encourage with a devilish grin. One that could be heard just in the words you spoke. But this one thing wasn’t what Jinx was used to. She got what she wanted and never needed to ask. Even with sex, you were always willing to be the first to dive in face first. Wanting nothing more than to have her writhe beneath you, moaning out pleas to never leave her. Asking you to fuck her was foreign and made her slightly embarrassed the more she thought about it. “Just gotta say-“
“Please, fuck me!” Jinx exclaimed cheeks flushed as you stared down at her with parted lips and soft eyes. She avoided your gaze and waited impatiently for what you would do next.
You adjusted the grip you had on her leg, resting in the bend of her knee. Yet made no move to ease the annoyingly desperate ache between her legs. When she finally has had enough and looks up at you, she is surprised when you crash your lips against hers. Further surprised when you pushed two fingers around her fluttering entrance. Pussy swallowing your digits hungrily whilst her velvety walls clenched around you.
Her lips parted from yours, gasping as she looked down to where her pussy welcomed you willingly. You were also watching, cheek pressed against hers with a small smirk on your lips. The wet sloshing sounds of your fingers pistoning into her tight cunt filled the room. Beautifully accompanied by Jinx’s whines and moans. Her body shivered against yours, breaths strangled from her throat causing her chest to halter in its rises.
A soft smirk rested on your face, soaking up every little sound that came from the girl. Eyes shut to intensify the knowledge of how easily you made the girl fall apart. If her nails digging into your one arm wasn’t enough, this surely did it.
“So cute all whiny for me,” you husked against the shell of her ear, teeth taking her earlobe. Jinx let out a pant, arms shaking as she battled to let her leg block your access. But she knew doing that would only deprive her of any relief. So, she decided to turn her head and lay kisses on your jaw. Lips sucking at the edge as you let out a throaty chuckle. Feeling her hand tighten on the one holding her leg, desperate to be given something in return.
So, you parted your fingers inside of her and curled. Jinx’s eyes shot wide, teeth clenched, body tensed, a yelp falling from her lips and her hands clenched tightly as your fingers pistoned into her without mercy. And it only took a moment of shock for Jinx to become a wailing baby. One of her hands fell to her clit that she slapped lightly, sending shocks through her body. The build-up in the pit of her stomach was growing and you could tell by the walls of her cunt squeezing your digits.
“Come on, baby,” you whispered in her ear. “Come for me, sweets. You can do it.”
Jinx whined, legs twitching in your grasp as her eyes clamped shut. Her head rolled back as she rubbed her clit vigorously. And when she finally met the high, the wire to her climax snapped and she was sent upwards. Her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids as her body tensed, legs curling into her chest as you slowly and effortlessly curled your fingers repeatedly. Continuing to hit the sweet spot that kept her in the dazed bliss.
When she came down, Jinx panted, curling into a ball against your chest. You smiled down at her, pulling your fingers from her and pressing them to her lips. She mewled, accepting them and sucking. Listening to your soft coos until you held her close to your chest as you worked. That was where she fell asleep with a warm smile.
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Pls do sfw alphabet with Victor from Arcane!!!!!
You asked and I shall provide
[SFW alphabet template by: @benkeibear
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SFW Alphabet Viktor ~ Arcane
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Our sweet scientist is usually busy, but he usually shows his affection by spending quality time with you. Even if it isn’t often, he’d much prefer to spend time with you then pampering you with gifts or being overly affective.
He isn’t one for a lot of affection in public, so don’t expect an abundance of PDA from him.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
As a best friend, he’d be a good listener, not much to talk so much about his feelings (I mean, we see this in the series, he’s working so much that he ignoring his own deteriorating health, mf never talks about that)
Trust him to keep any and all secrets that you trust to tell him about.
The friendship would start out slowly, more so if you met him after he started working with Jayce and, therefore, throwing himself head first into tiresome work
However, if you're lucky enough for him to take notice to and actually end up talking to a she does to Jayce
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
When he isn’t working, he will gladly cuddle with you
If he’s been working for a long period of time (which is most of the time), then he will want to cuddle up to you with his head on your chest and your arms around him
Play with this man’s hair!!!
He would melt into your touch regardless of not having his hair played with or not, but he would definitely enjoy cuddling 1000 times more if your fingers were fiddling with his hair.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Viktor wasn't one to think that he would ever settle down with someone, he always thought too little of himself due to his disability and, after meeting Jayce, he busied himself with endless piles of work
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Maybe because he works too often
The two of you would grow far and he would realise it maybe even before you
He'd realise it would be bad for the two of you if you continued like this, but he's too dedicated to his work to leave it - even for you
If you can't understand that and want him to spend less of his time on it, he would definitely dislike that and it might even strain your relationship with him
So he would decide to break up with you. You'd find someone you could meet your needs and he would no longer feel pressured to show his love more often and would be left to his own devices within the lab (quite literally).
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?
He never though he would be in a relationship, let alone be in one long enough that settling down / marriage would even be a consideration
He'd take a while to make his mind up about it
He's so dedicated to his work with hextech that he doesn't want to strain his relationship because of how much time he spends on it
He'd have to be 100% sure that you are happy with the amount of time he spends with his work and be 100% sure ten fold to even think about pop the question
To shorten it: you happy with how he is = marriage. You not happy with how he is = no marriage
He just wants to make sure that he can have you by his side, he doesn't want to strain you relationship.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
A gentle soul indeed.
He may be a little blunt when it comes to talking, but he means no harm in what he says and you will have to come to learn that if you take what has been said to heart too quickly
He's gentle with his actions too, he will never be too harsh while holding you or kissing you. It will always be soft kisses and calm hugs/cuddles no matter what
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He likes hugs when he's exhausted and stressed out from the work he's done
Those hugs are what starts with him just wrapping his arms around you and his head either by your neck or on your chest, which then result in a lot cuddle where he can destress.
If it you who needs a hug, the rolls will be reversed and it will be you who has your head on his chest and he who rests his chin on the top of your head.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He falls in love within one, two or three months with dating you, but it takes much longer to say that he loves you.
He wants to be sure that you feel the same as he does. He doesn't want you to feel pressured into saying it back
He is super afraid of saying it and then you just saying 'thanks...'
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He's less jealous and more insecure
I mean, the man practically puts you on a pedestal, not so much that it is too a 'you are elite and amazing and no one can ever stand to your level, you do no wrong yada yada...'
It's more to an extent that he just loves everything that you do. You are mesmerising to him.
Partnered with him... he often wonders if there is someone better out there for you.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He likes to kiss your lips and your cheeks
He won't often kiss your neck unless the two of you are being intimate
When he kisses you though, it is always light and gentle
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He isn't extremely well with children
He can feed them cool and interesting facts that he has stored up in his head, but if they aren't interested in such things he's a little bit at a lost
If you and he were to interact with children (perhaps little ones in your family since we don't have much information on Viktor's family), he's solely rely on you leading the whole interaction
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings with him is rare, he gets up early to work
However, there is an off day where you will be able to wake up with him, simply cuddled up together
Those mornings are sweet, because it is the warmest feeling you will ever feel and it is also the best way to wake up
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Most nights result in him coming home exhausted.
Some nights this mf doesn't even come home (don't stress he just is sleeping in his silly little lab)
The nights he does come home, however, he just wanst sleep at this point and he's no doubt dragging you into bed with him because he's gotten so used to having you by his side as he sleeps.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
In a friendship, he would reluctantly share a few things about his childhood in the Undercity. Though, they were extremely vague and something that you expected any child to go through.
However, he started to open up a little more further in your relationship
It was when you two started dating that he was much more comfortable telling you more details about himself
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
His patience can vary, more so on how stressed he is
He typically has a very good patience, if someone isn't getting something he can explain again and try and dumb it down as much as he can. Though, it can only last a little when it is someone who does not share the same scientific knowledge as he does.
His patience when explaining such scientific things to you is better, though. He's happy to explain these things with you because then he'd finally have someone else to talk to about it aside from Jayce
If he's extremely stressed out, he's more likely to snap or rudely say to leave him alone
He doesn't want to be rude, but with his patience being tested enough throughout the day, he simple cannot handle the smallest thing
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He's got an extremely good memory, with his work and his smarts, there's no doubt that he taught himself to keep certain things drilled into that brilliant mind of his
He'd be able to remember the small things about you, he was observant like that. He's more likely similar to Jayce (of course, not as much as he was with you).
At first it was mostly how you liked your coffee/tea, how often you needed reminding of certain tasks, things that only extremly close friends would know - even early into your friendship.
When you two start dating, he learns all the smaller details of you. The small shifts if body language/ facial expressions when your emotions change. If you scratch yourself/ bite or pick your nails/ shake your leg when your nervous, ect:
Like it to Viktor to figure these things out within moments.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
His favourite memory of yours and his relationship would definitely be your first date
He was a nervous wreck, but he didn't fail to meet all your standards
He went to your house, even got you a little gift (something he knew that you would like)
You two had a lovely dinner first date and the two of you were hitting it off brilliantly
He even managed to make you laugh, so loud in this restuarnt that the poor people around you had looked a little pissed off.
You quickly quietened yourself and tried to calm down, but he could hear the little giggles coming from your lips
It was one of his favourite memories of your early days in the relationship because he loves hearing you stupid little laughs when you're trying to be quiet.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He is protective, but when he is feeling protective over you (perhaps you are talking to someone and they make a few too many hints at you), he'd come over and remind you of an up coming date of yours or ask if you're coming by the lab later.
He wouldn't suggest or say anything lewd, that is for you and him and you and him alone.
He secretly likes it if you are protective over him.
He wouldn't want you to get violent, he doesn't like the idea of you getting hurt (fuck the other guy, yk we don't care about them). However, he doesn't dislike the whole idea of you getting protective over him.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
With gifts and ideas with dates and anniversaries, he's thinking out every single possible outcome of getting it for you or doing it with you.
A gift he has to weigh out the ideas of how much you would use it and if it would last long enough for you to use it however many times, alongside trying to figure out how excited or grateful you would be if he got it for you
A date would have to someplace you two could have meaningful conversation. There's no point being someplace crowded where neither of you would enjoy, get separated from each other or even are restricted from having a proper conversation.
A dinner perhaps or a date? A picnic? Somewhere secluded and calm where you could easily navigate through and talk to one another
An anniversary he would definitely have to take you someplace where it had a deep meaning for the both of you. Somewhere you said your first 'I love you', or where you had your first date or kiss. If you're married then a first anniversary might be where he proposed.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
It's mostly his sleep that is a bad habit of his, he relies so much on coffee to stay awake that instead of 70% water in his body it's more like coffee.
Another habit of his would most definitely keeping a few of deeper feelings hidden from you. He wouldn't want to bother you with what he has going on, and would, without a single doubt, head head on into his work more than usual.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He isn't at all concerned with his physical looks like his face or his hair, however he can be a little bit insecure about his leg
We can see how he views himself due to his disability in the series. Even if he may seem fine with it now in his adulthood, he can still feel a little bit insecure and down about it.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He might feel a bit incomplete without you by his side, but he also believes it to be impractical to rely on someone to that extent that he would feel 'incomplete' without them
Well, he'd say that at first, but it is only a matter of time before he starts to realise that he isn't quite as motivated as he usually is without your smile or your laughter to cheer him up or get him through the day.
Really it is a 50/50 on how 'incomplete' or 'complete' he feels without you. It might just be a mixture depending on the day.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He was a star student throughout his school days, especially in the academy in Piltover. However, he would sometimes figure our how to find the answers to a few tests.
He wasn't cheating, oh no, no. But he wanted to see if he got the answers corrects and, of course, he did.
He was never caught once.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
A big one is if you saw him differently or thought of him differently because of his leg.
He ain't gonna like you, let alone want to be with you if you're ableist
Another one is if you never understood the importance of what he work would be doing for the world like he or Jayce did.
If you don't see how important his and Jayce's work is, and won't even try to see how important it is, you might as well have zero luck with him
He needs someone who can support him on this. He needs someone to see how important his work is, just as anything else.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Has such a shitty sleep schedule, this mf barely ever sleeps and mostly lives of coffee in hopes that it keeps him alive at this point
You'd have to drag this man away from his work for him to actually go to bed
I mean, it's not like he doesn't sleep ,it just isn't regular.
You'd, without doubt, find him asleep in the lab if you wen in early/late enough.
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Masterlist.
asks/requests are always open!
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ABBY ANDERSON.
White Horse, knight!abby x princess!reader. incomplete.
teaser.
part 1.
part 2…
VI.
In The Darkest Corners, vi x oc/reader. incomplete.
preface.
part 1.
part 2.
part 3.
part 4.
part 5.
part 6.
part 7.
part 8.
part 9.
part 10.
part 11.
part 12.
part 13.
part 14…
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Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is
Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.
"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader
╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO
Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.
So, why did this have to happen to you?
At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.
"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."
The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.
"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"
When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.
You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.
"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.
Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.
He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.
The laughter roared.
"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."
A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.
Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.
Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.
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Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.
"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.
"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.
The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."
"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"
"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.
Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"
"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.
Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"
You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.
"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.
When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.
Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.
Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.
Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"
Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.
With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"
"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.
"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.
"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.
"I promise, I'm fine."
"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.
"Violet."
"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."
You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.
Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.
Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.
Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.
"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."
Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.
Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.
With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."
"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"
A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.
Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.
The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.
Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.
Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)
When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."
Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.
"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."
"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"
"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."
Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.
A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.
"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."
"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"
You gave them a meek shrug.
"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"
"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.
A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.
For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.
"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."
"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.
"Vi!" you laughed.
Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."
"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."
Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"
"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.
Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"
"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.
Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."
You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"
"Can I join you?"
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Pretty in Pink (Vi)
Kinktober 2022 Day Four: Lingerie
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
You don’t think you’ve ever seen her so pent up before.
Her murmurs are soft against your skin. Dirty words of praise mixed with promises of what she’s going to do to you over and over again as soon as she’s gotten her fill. Heated and heavy breathes against your shoulder as she delivers open-mouth kisses to the most sensitive spots on your neck. Meanwhile, you can’t help but let your head fall back upon her shoulder as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open to let forth your endless gasps of pleasure. She always found a way to get you just so loud and needy. You’re just glad you finally got her to break her composure. As much as you loved her for who she was…
…you had always wanted to see her as depraved as you get when you’re with her.
“You so fucking pretty,” Vi’s voice is so hushed it’d be almost impossible to hear if it weren’t for how close she holds you to her. But you’re able to hear the desire dripping through her words at every syllable. It makes you feel good. It makes you feel wanted. Now, more than ever even. Like you’re the prettiest girl in the Underground instead of some nobody wrapped up in her girlfriend's arms inside the nearest Love Motel you both could find.“God, where did you find this?”
It wasn’t a surprise that she was talking about your current little lingerie get-up that you had specifically picked out for her. Still, you couldn’t help but let out a near silent gasp as her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties before snapping it against your hip. But before you know it, her hand is back to cupping your covered cunt, slowly rubbing while grinding her palm into your clit just enough to make you feel something. At the same time, the arm wrapped around the front of your lower torso just to lock you in place against her chest is reaching up, up, and up. Predictively, her hand finds one of your breasts and takes no time eagerly playing with your pebbled nipple through your dress.
You had a feeling this would be the type of reaction you got once you told your girlfriend about your latest purchase. A visit to Piltover spent well, you realized as soon as you saw your girlfriend’s expanding pupils and darkening look as you explained to her what you had bought. After that, it wasn’t long before you found yourself being shoved into a motel room bathroom and being told not to come out until you’re dressed in something a little more appropriate for the occasion. And it really wasn’t long before you’re getting jumped by your girlfriend and dragged to the bed when she saw how it looked on you.
The pink little baby doll dress the saleswoman pitched to you was the perfect choice. It was a soft, light color, and the fact that it was a mixture of both silk and lace made teasing all so easy. The lace surrounded your chest, giving small yet intricate designs that stretched across your soft mounds and made your perky nipples even more pronounced the more you were turned on. The silk covered the sides of your stomach- splitting right up the middle and beneath your breast to give a welcome window to more of your skin for Vi to enjoy. Though to top it off was the matching silk panties with lace finishing and trim that the dress was able to display oh-so-well on your body. The way they stretched and curved over your thighs and ass left little to the imagination.
Just the way Vi liked it.
“I just want to suck on these perfect tits while they’re covered like this. See if it feels as good as the real thing.” You felt her groan out into your ear as your nipple is rolled between two fingers before being tugged harshly. You whine out, not expecting the sudden roughness despite the not-so-gentle nature of your girlfriend. But it doesn’t stop you from bucking your hips into her hands seeking out more friction to help you get off. And it’s an action reward by her grinding your palm even harder into your center in a way that you never thought could feel so good. In a way, only Vi could make you feel good. “I wanna pull these to the side and finger fuck you until you’re making a mess of your pretty new panties. God, you’re just so fucking pretty.”
“Oh yeah?” Your response is instant as you’re no longer able to hide the coy smile that overtakes your face. “You like seeing me like this, baby? You like seeing me in pink, huh?”
“I love seeing you in pink. I love seeing you like this.” She agrees breathlessly- voice low and eyes half-lidded as a string of desperate curses leave her lips. She looks hungry. So hungry that you swear she might devour you if you’re in her sights long enough. And you really, really really hope she does. “My pretty girl. My pretty fucking girl.”
Once the last word leaves her lips, you suddenly find that her hand on your chest is cupping your jaw, turning your head towards her. In seconds, her lips are against yours, kissing you so passionately that you swear you were starting to see stars. But it’s then that you find that she’s making good on one of her promises. Because it’s all too soon that a wave of cold air hit your cunt before being replaced by the feeling of being stretched out by two excitable fingers, ready to drive you insane.
You whimper at the sudden feeling of being stuffed, but the sound is swallowed up by Vi tilting your head back a bit more to deepen the kiss. Her bangs brush against your skin, and the shivers you can’t help but let out causes her to bring you even impossibly closer to her than you were before. Your body feels so, so warm, and your mind feels like it's spinning circles. You’re so lucky she’s supporting all your weight right now as she kisses you over your shoulder.
Because the hand on your jaw shares the same heat that the fingers pushing in and out of your messy, messy pussy. It’s what causes your focus to jump from the feeling of your bottom lip being sucked on and tugged between two teeth and the unbelievably wet sound your cunt makes as Vi goes to town overwhelming you with pleasures much as possible. For as long as possible.
Now if you could just let her see you in the dark pink lingerie set you just bought as well. The one that matches her hair color almost perfectly. Because you have a feeling that somehow, someway…
…she’ll be even more desperate than this.
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vampire!viktor x reader
a/n: jamming to some tunes
also ive already written this like way before i started posting regularly for arcane, it was actually my first piece, but i ended up deleting it so here we are
warnings: blood, human experiments, mentions of suicidal thoughts, self loathing, may contain somewhat graphic detail of gore
There were many rumors when it came to the Undercity, others more sinister than others. These rumors were much surrounded by scientists, like Viktor himself. Rumors about things hiding in the shadows, retching screams coming from abandoned libraries and labs, people being found in alleyways so decimated that they were unrecognizable. But that's all they were, rumors.
Rumors that Viktor did not believe in and did not want to entertain. So why was he here? Standing in front of the abandoned lab where these instances, rumors, occurred most?
He told himself that he was only going to take a look around. The idea of people playing god, experimenting on humans and making them into monsters disgusted Viktor yet fascinated him all at once. He took a step further towards the foreboding building, stepping on shattered glass, making him look down.
The hairs on Viktor's neck raised. He felt eyes on him, he wasn't alone. He looked up and darted his eyes back and forth. They landed on the half opened door leading into the lab. He could hear shuffling and breathing that kept getting heavier.
Viktor swallowed before taking a step back. He gripped his cane tighter to the point where his knuckles turned white. He could barely make out the figure hiding in the shadows, behind the metal door, but it wasn't human, nor an animal.
He felt his blood run cold. His senses were heightened and suddenly he could hear everything. The breathing, it's nails scraping against the metal door and concrete floor, and something was dripping but Viktor couldn't tell what it was. The worst part was the smell, god it was almost unbearable. The rotting, putrid smell invading Viktor's airways making him want to throw up.
He couldn't help but cough, quickly covering his nose and mouth, a sad attempt to try and block the smell. Viktor looked back at the door once again and froze. The door was open all the way. It was done.
Where did it go? Viktor whipped his head around, trying to find it, any trace of it. He felt his heart racing and his breathing became more rapid. Did he imagine it? Did these rumors really get to him? No, no that can't be right.
Before Viktor knew what he was doing, he was walking towards the metal door. He couldn't stop himself. He opened the door a bit wider to let some more of the moon light in and immediately gagged. He took a step back leaning his hand against the building to steady himself.
It was the smell of a corpse. No, corpses. All in different stages of decomposition. Now Viktor wasn't a stranger to the smell, he's dissected many corpses over the years but they never smelled this awful.
Viktor was about to take a step closer but he stopped himself. No, he needs to leave while he still has the chance. Before that thing comes back. Viktor leaned on his cane to keep himself steady while leaving as fast as he could.
Once he was far enough away from the laboratory, Viktor leaned against a wall to catch his breath. His heart was thumping heavily against his chest and his heartbeat was all he could hear. He knew his hands were shaking, he didn't need to look. He ran one of them threw his messy hair.
He turned his head towards the direction of the lab making sure nothing was following him. He sighed in relief until feeling something wet drip on his head. Viktor's eyes widened as he slowly looked up.
He pushed himself away from the wall making him drop his cane. The creature was staring right at him, something close to a smile on it's face. Viktor fell to the ground, damning his right leg for being so useless. The last thing Viktor saw was the monster jumping on top of him, making his head slam against the solid ground.
Viktor's mouth was dry when he woke up and his body was burning. It felt like all his bones had been broken and he would've screamed if he could. He was paralyzed. That was until Viktor almost choked on his own vomit.
He got up, leaning on his hands and knees, before coughing up blood and whatever else came out. Viktor felt like he was there for hours, continuously throwing up blood thinking he was finished only to throw up more. He gasped for air wiping his mouth with his hand.
How long had he been out? Viktor slowly sat up and leaned against object he could. It was still dark out so obviously it hadn't been too long, at least that's what Viktor thought. He would've kept questioning things, about to tell himself it was dream until he realized his clothes were soaked.
He looked down to see his white shirt and vest to be covered in blood. Viktor hadn't even acknowledged the multiple bruises, cuts, and bite marks...? He slowly curled up in a bawl, burying his face in his knees. How is he still alive? Why was he alive? What did that thing do to him?
Viktor looked up when he heard footsteps. What was he smelling? His mouth felt even more dry and it was hard to ignore. The footsteps got louder and Viktor stood up. He knew what he was about to do but he couldn't stop himself. Viktor smelt blood.
Rumors spread like wild fire when Viktor moved to Piltover and started working under Heimerdinger. The people made cruel jokes about how he was from the Undercity and compared him to nothing but a lowly dog. They never said it to his face though. Many people felt uneasy around Viktor and could tell something was wrong.
Heimerdinger was the only person who knew what Viktor was. What he was capable of. Viktor didn't tell him, Heimerdinger had already figured it out but he never said anything. They didn't talk about it either but Viktor found some kind of comfort that Heimerdinger still treated him with the same respect Viktor had for him. He treated him like a human even though Viktor lost that privilege.
The longer Viktor resided in Piltover, the rumors grew quieter and quieter. Maybe it was because Viktor started living in the shadows, trying to attract as little attention as possible or maybe it's because the other citizens wanted to ignore him. To forget that someone like him was amongst them.
Slowly Viktor got used to his new nature. The only problem that he consistently had to face was being able to feed. In the beginning some Piltover citizens were victims of Viktor's thirst, but as years passed by the easier it became to control himself. The raising suspicion and growing panic spreading over Piltover was another big play.
So here Viktor sat, staring over the city of Zaun at the edge of a building. He stared off blankly into the general direction of that damned laboratory as blood dripped from his lip. The drained body lying limp next to him. It's eyes still rolled up to the back of it's head.
The sun would rise soon making Viktor sigh. He spent many nights here, a new victim laying next to him, while Viktor waited for the sun to rise. He kept telling himself that he would stay there, let the sun take him and let the flesh melt off his body until his lungs gave out from screaming, but he never did. He justified these thoughts by telling himself he just wanted to see the sunrise one last time.
Another thing he was robbed of when his humanity was taken. When he became this disgusting monster, not worthy of anything but hate and death. But instead of waiting Viktor left. He returned to Piltover to continue to work with Heimerdinger. To continue his studies, pretending like he didn't have all eternity to study.
Viktor stood in the library, the drapes closed, as he scribbled equations and possible inventions he could create which would just look like complete gibberish who passed by. The door creaked open drawing Viktor's attention. He turned expecting to see Heimerdinger but was surprised to see a new face.
A beautiful face in fact. He tried not to stare focusing a little too hard on the chalk board while occasionally stealing glances. You peaked your head around the library holding a few books along with papers which weren't stacked very neatly.
"Excuse me?" You asked making Viktor look at you. His throat became dry and if he had any blood rushing through his body, he was sure his cheeks would be pink. Viktor cleared his throat.
"Yes?" He asked putting the piece of chalk down. It had been so long since someone had looked at him without fear in their eyes. Your eyes were filled curiosity. He immediately knew you were a newly graduated student who was mentoring under Heimerdinger.
"Do you know where Heimerdinger may be?" You ask, he could tell you were nervous. He could smell it. Viktor noticed you starting to looking around some more, avoiding eye contact.
"He won't come in for another hour." Viktor says leaning on his cane. You furrow your eyebrows and look at the library doors.
"Why are you here then?" You ask and Viktor is a little taken aback by your question. It wasn't an outrageous question but nobody ever questioned Viktor. Probably because they were too scared to.
"I always come in early. I enjoy the silence while working." Viktor realized how rude it sounded when he said it. You looked down as a tension formed between the two of you. "But I suppose I don't mind the company of an eager mind willing to learn..." Viktor says quietly and apologetically.
"Are you sure?" You ask and Viktor nods gesturing to a seat nearby. You smile before taking a seat.
"I apologize, I'm not exactly... a people person." Viktor says turning back to the chalk board. He heard a quiet understanding before flipping pages.
Viktor pauses after a few minutes feeling eyes on him. He tried not to make it noticeable but he knew you were staring. You were quiet, silently observing him muttering and writing things down with the occasional erasing his work.
He wasn't used to this. It had been so long since someone had actually willingly accompanied him. Hadn't you heard the rumors that floated around him? Did you just not care? No, that couldn't be it. You just didn't hear them yet so he shouldn't get use to the idea of someone wanting to be around him. No matter how much he craved a companion, someone who didn't fear him. It didn't matter that neither of you talked to each other, the comfortable silence was enough for him.
It became a bit harder for Viktor to focus. He could hear your heart pumping in your chest, your quiet breathing, the smell of your blood that smelled so sweet mixed with the subtle smell of your perfume. Viktor closed his eyes trying to collect his thoughts.
He couldn't stop the thoughts that ran through his head. The idea of caressing your warm cheek, gently moving down your arm. Your eyes staring right into his, giving him that gentle and welcoming smile you gave him. He knew he was getting ahead of himself imagining what it felt to kiss you. What you tasted like. Viktor's breath was getting a bit heavier and you were about to ask if he was okay, but luckily Heimerdinger walked in at just the right time.
The next thing Viktor knew, Heimerdinger called you over. You stood up but before you walked over, you gently ran your hand over Viktor's back to his shoulder.
"Thank you for letting me hanging out in here." You said giving him a smile. You walked off and Viktor stared off seeing you meeting with Hermerdinger. Viktor knew he was in trouble, especially if you were going to continue coming in as early as he did.
Viktor walked out of the library to collect himself. He kept reminding himself that he shouldn't get used to it. That you'll be scared off but he kept thinking of your gentle touch across his back making him run his fingers through his hair. Viktor wanted you.
No, he craved you and that's what scared him most.
part two?
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Baby, You’re the Cure (Part 1)
Viktor/F!Reader || 2.4k || NSFW
Anon requested: i would love to see viktor as like an apothecary and he makes a bunch of medicines and tinctures and reader comes in for something and they get flirty it can be sfw or nsfw
Warnings: AU in which Viktor stays in Zaun, apothecary!Viktor, accidental aphrodisiac use, brief heavy petting, frottage, overstimulation, a stupid amount of ellipses :/
It's a shame he’s always so busy—one of the few apothecaries Zaun has to offer.
Reliable ones, at least.
Viktor wishes, each time the door chimes and you flit in to brighten the dim, dusty shop, that he could spare more time for you. Reciprocate your shy, sweet flirtations or fully convey his gratitude for the home cooked meals you pay him in beyond a paltry thank you. Really, they do not need to be that good; you put in far too much effort for the likes of him.
But he can only spare a few quick words before it’s on to the next customer or back to the careful task of brewing someone’s medicine.
He’s been searching for the right words to ask, perhaps even beg, to see you outside the shop, but he just hasn’t found them yet. He suspects they’re hiding out amongst his frayed nerves, his mouth dry and useless each time the chance comes and goes.
You’ve already been by for the day, hours ago during peak time, so when the shop bell chimes and he wheels around the corner to warn this last patron that he’ll be closing up momentarily, he doesn’t expect to see you.
But there you are, looking rather like you’ve sprinted here—messy, sweating, your hand braced on the door as you try to catch your breath.
He gets to his feet quickly, fumbling for his crutch. “Is everything alright?”
“Do you, um… want me to lock this…?” you ask instead, breathless and strained.
“Yes, but—” The concerned furrow of his brow deepens, eyes ticking over every inch of you, looking for something, anything that might indicate the problem. “I would also like you to answer my question. Please.”
“I—I don’t know…” As you come closer, your expression becomes increasingly pained until you stop all together on the other side of the counter. You can’t meet his eye, wringing your hands as you whisper, “I don’t think so…”
Embarrassed. You are embarrassed.
This is why it’s wrong to be overly familiar with patients, he scolds himself. He tries to be clinical, to stuff down all the personal concern as he asks, “Can you describe your symptoms?”
“I’d rather not,” you say, so soft he hardly catches it, “But I think it has something to do with this.” A shaky exhale, and you pull something out of your pocket and hold up your fist closed around it, shaking too and clammy. So, so clammy as he has to pry whatever it is out of your hand.
And it is a vial, one of his, with nothing but a little heart drawn on the label.
“Viktor…” you choke out as he pales visibly, “What did you give me?”
You look like you’re about to cry and, frankly, he wants to vomit. Never has he ever fucked up so badly as to give someone the wrong elixer. Of course, it had been busy when you came in, but he had clearly instructed you that your package was on the left—was sure that it was your medication in it.
Oh. Oh wait.
His left.
Your right.
“Why… why did you take this?!” he asks, harsher than he means to in his panic, “It’s not your usual bottle, (y/n)!”
“I—I thought you were trying to be sweet!” you shout back, shifting and shuddering for it, trapping a little groan in your throat that isn’t lost on him. Your hands grip the edge of the counter, white-kunckled. You shrink into yourself as you dare ask again, though you must know the answer by now: “What did I take?”
“It’s an…” He has to force it out, the word feels thick and stubborn on his tongue. “…Aphrodisiac.”
And as if to declare its presence—thrilled to be acknowledged, that concoction in your bloodstream—a shudder wracks your body again, a breathy whine leaves you. He knows it to be entirely against your will, but for shame, you hang your head miserably.
“It’s, ah, very strong—made for a Vastayan twice your size. I can make something of an antidote, but it wont purge the effects entirely. They will… linger. It can take anywhere between 6-8 hours to completely clear your system.”
As much as he is soothed by a scientific explanation, you, clearly, are not. You stare up at him hopelessly through your lashes, wielding your watery eyes like a weapon of his destruction, whether you know it or not. The guilt could bring him to his knees.
“Please believe me,” he says, his voice thin near begging, “I am so, so sorry.”
“You… You didn’t do this to me on purpose?”
“That is deeply unethical, I would never.”
“But you’re going to help me… Right?” you ask, starting to squirm so restlessly where you stand, victim to an itch you can’t scratch—can’t satisfy, more than likely.
“Yes, as I said, I can make something to alleviate the effects. It requires thirty minutes, if I—”
Your hands fist into his shirt; you practically haul him across the counter, eyes wild and blown so wide your lovely irises are nearly eclipsed. Ah yes, the sweating, the dilated pupils, both are common side effects. Aggression too, though it’s favorable to some more than others. He’s not sure how to feel, himself.
“I can’t wait that long, Viktor, you have to help me,” you whine, craning your neck toward him, angling to catch him up in a kiss he’d very much like to share. But…
“I can’t,” he breathes onto your lips, resisting half-heartedly, “That would be—I cannot take advantage of you in this state.”
“Why is it taking advantage?” you ask with that soft, siren’s voice, and he finally realizes you’re not holding him forward anymore. It’s all him who’s leaning in, loving the way you lavish him with the desperate rake of your nails down his neck, beneath the collar of his shirt. “You like me, I like you… It would’ve come to this, eventually.”
He laughs, such a nervous sound, and his tongue grows thicker, the accent with it, as he begins to accept what is happening—that he is hopelessly willing to help you in all the ways he knows how. “I would have liked to take you out first, you know.”
“Later,” you’re quick to promise, regretfully letting him go without his kiss, “Right now, I need you to touch me. Please.”
“Just once, do you understand? Then I’ll need to make the counteractant.”
You nod your agreement vigorously, and already he fears you’re going to make it hard to stick to that resolution.
Viktor lifts the counter on its hinge for you to step through, and the old thing slams back down with a hard clap on account of you, quite literally, throwing yourself at him. He barely catches his balance, nearly topples over as you lay waste to his lips, sloppy and inelegant as you frantically jam your tongue into his mouth. Braces you by the back of the neck with one cold, calloused hand as he tries to pace you, but you’re far beyond that. No, you’re keening, a cloying, heedless sound, into his mouth when his tongue brushes back, and clawing at his chest like you mean to shred off his clothes. You probably do—but, again, not your fault.
Though… To be wanted like this, so base and careless and clumsy, he echoes a groan against your lips for the thought of it alone.
He breaks, has to pant breathlessly into your hair as your lips and teeth scrape down his neck instead, “Come, into the back, please.”
As he takes you by the sickly warm hand and walks you back into his private space, home and work in one, your grip tightens and you whimper into your other closed fist. Very suddenly, he understands what your initial pained expression was symptomatic of and, privately eager, his cock twitches against the leg of his pants.
He settles down on the stool at his work bench, needing off his sore leg. You stand between his spread thighs impatiently, practically rubbing your thighs together beneath your dress—he can see it, in the little wiggle of your hips. He smoothes a hand over your waist, fisting at the fabric as he elongates the column of his neck—a blank canvas—to look up at you.
“Show me,” he demands, and you don’t require elaboration.
You eagerly hike up your dress, bunching it just above your hips to let him see. You are not shy, knowing he is the solution. You do not care.
Well, maybe you do. Mostly because he’s not touching so much as perversely admiring the swollen, throbbing peek of your cunt between your legs—your clit so red and puffy where it protrudes, you’re likely to cum the moment he touches it.
“Where have your panties gone, hm?” he teases, slipping a hand between your thighs to part them.
They make a lewd, sticky sound when you widen your stance because you are dripping in thick, shiny ropes of your own slick. Some of it hits the floor between your feet. Overproduction of natural lubricant—yes, another side effect. He mentally notes to keep you hydrated, and then tries to turn off the clinical side of his brain. Not very sexy.
“They were… too much…” you finally confess, starting to shake as he pets your wet inner thigh in slow, sweet strokes.
“Did you cum? Without ever touching yourself?” he asks, and okay, fine, perhaps it is partly a professional curiosity. Partly. The rest is for his own sick knowledge, something to think about later.
“Twice,” you hiss, grabbing his wrist beseechingly—a mind to force it where you need it, but he doesn’t budge.
He never meant to be this teasing, but it’s so hard to stop when you’re like this. He suspects you’ll tell him anything, just to get off, which is fascinating.
“And did that satisfy you?”
“Not at all,” you whine, “Because it wasn’t you and I wanted you.”
He preens at the idea that you thought of him as you came—that you sought him out, desperate for his help in more than one way, as a result. “Mmn,” he hums lazily, his hand drifting higher, his own legs spreading wider, “You can have me, however you like. After I have you properly taken care of, yes?”
“Please.”
“Very good,” he hums. “Let’s start with this, then…” he says, and it’s just as he suspected.
The moment his hand slides over your clit, between your legs to cup your throbbing cunt, you’re finished. You are that overwrought from the aphrodisiac alone—and perhaps a little of his teasing too, if he’s being hopeful.
It shouldn’t take you by surprise, but it does. You keel forward with a delicious sound just shy of a punched out scream and brace yourself on his shoulders. Your nails dig in, fisting his shirt, as your body begins to quake and sing in stuttered, pitchy mewls that match the buck of your hips. Your knee is lucky to find purchase in the space between his thighs on the stool, all so your legs don’t give out beneath you.
Eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation, you can’t see the voyeuristic, fascinated way he watches your face contorted with pleasure. “Jsi tak hezká, miláčku, so pretty,” he coos, eager to comfort, to make sure you know it.
He keeps his hand steady for you, lets you ride out your pleasure against the heel of his palm. Encourages you to do so with a grip on your waist that guides your hips to roll hard into his hand. He’s even able to give you a taste, a tease of what’s to come, dipping his fingers just barely inside of you when you rock back far enough. You’re so wet, so wanting, that your body offers little resistance. Oh, to sink his cock in instead; to watch himself disappear between your slick, swollen lips so slowly, so completely…
Viktor thrusts against the warmth of your thigh. Had you been lucid enough to press it closer, to let him rub up against it? Or had he sunk lower to seek it out? He’s not sure, but the heady friction makes him groan in chorus with you and the slick, lewd sounds of your cunt in his hand.
“Just like that, yes,” he whispers, and he’s not sure anymore if he’s soothing you or asking for more for himself, getting greedy when he knows you will give and give and give as you try to take what you want from him.
Another shockwave of pleasure wracks you and you’re starting to crumple, the buck of your hips erratic, as the force of your orgasm fades out. Even your voice tapers down into huffed little whimpers—frustrated, likely, that you’ve gotten what you wanted and still found no relief.
“No,” you whine, crawling into his lap, “No, no, no. That doesn’t count.” You are feverishly hot against his skin where you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, buried your face into the crook of his shoulder. Hotter still and sodden, where you’ve seated yourself against the outline of his cock, looking for all the friction you can get.
“I think it does,” he tells you. Swallows thickly against the tempting writhe of your body and your lips, sucking open-mouthed kisses into his neck—so insatiable—but he promised to help you. Anything less than making that remedy right now would only be helping himself. There will be plenty of time for that later—all night, knowing the potency of that switched brew, but at a slower pace he’ll be able to keep up with. Hopefully.
Panting now, pressing harder into his lap, you lick a stripe up the column of his neck with the flat of your tongue. Beg him in one, demanding word: “More.”
“Moje milá věc,” he says, strained to be stern, resolute—it’s hard, when his cock is sliding raw and needy against the wet spot you’ve now soaked into his pants. “We agreed: Just once. There is a solution to your suffering and I am not all of it. Let me make you the counteractant and—”
But no. You shut him up with a filthy kiss to the bow of his lip, sloppy as your tongue brushes into his open mouth. It’s lewd, the way a gossamer fine string of saliva follows you away as you pull back, but he’s entranced—disgustingly so. But if he’s desperate, you are the walking incarnation of it.
You whisper, harsh the way your teeth scrape across your bottom lip, “Fuck me,” and well…
There is a solution for that too.
#viktor#arcane#viktor x reader#viktor x f!reader#viktor arcane#arcane fanfiction#mdni#my writing#not really sure what happened to me#blacked out for like 5 hours and this was the result#pretty sure my ovaries came and hit me over the head with a pillow full of bricks#and heraldeez had already put the [redacted] thoughts in my brain#but that's for next time ;)))#among other things#well on my way with part 2 already#just needed a slutty break from slogging through lgp
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