We Need Recs Fics Of Sevika X Reader Pleaseee

hey I wanted to send a request about the bg3 ladies discovering readers sensitive spot but I‘m not sure if it came through since my internet was really bad? 🥺

It did not come through but this did and I think this is perfect as revenge for the ladies after the biteable ear request aha

Karlach:

The trail was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind and the crunch of boots against dirt. You and Karlach had been ahead of the group for a while now, waiting for the eternally slow Gale and Astarion to catch up. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the ground, and in the calm of the moment, Karlach had taken the opportunity to pull you into a cheeky little makeout session.

Her lips were warm—no, scorching—against yours, her body pressed close as her arms wrapped around your waist. Her hands roamed your back, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft hum of contentment. She grinned against your mouth, her teeth lightly grazing your bottom lip before she pulled back to look at you.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you teased, trying to catch your breath.

Karlach raised an eyebrow, her grin growing wider. “And you’re not?”

Before you could respond, her lips found a spot just beneath your jawline, a little to the side, and something unexpected happened. You let out an involuntary noise—a cross between a gasp and a whimper, utterly adorable and undeniably salacious. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as Karlach froze for a second, then pulled back to look at you with wide, delighted eyes.

“Oh,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. “What was that?”

“N-nothing,” you stammered, trying to step back, but Karlach’s strong arms kept you firmly in place.

“Nothing, huh?” she mused, leaning in closer. “I think I just found something interesting.”

“Karlach, don’t—” you began, but it was too late. Her lips were back on that spot, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there, and you couldn’t stop the noise that escaped you. It was the same sound as before, and Karlach’s grin against your skin was downright wicked.

“Stop it!” you whispered urgently, trying to squirm out of her hold. “They’re going to catch up any second now!”

Karlach pouted dramatically, though her fiery eyes were still dancing with amusement. “Oh, come on, you’re no fun. Just one more—”

“No!” you protested, putting a hand on her shoulder to fend her off. But Karlach was relentless, leaning in again with mock innocence, her lips brushing your sensitive spot once more. Another involuntary noise slipped from you, and this time it was followed by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.

You froze, your heart sinking as you turned to see Gale standing a few feet away, his arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. Behind him, Astarion wore his signature smirk, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Astarion drawled, gesturing lazily with one hand. “This is far more entertaining than anything Gale was rambling about earlier.”

Gale shot him a glare before looking back at you and Karlach. “Perhaps next time, you could save the amorous displays for when we’re not trying to traverse dangerous terrain.”

Karlach let out a booming laugh, unabashed as ever. “Sorry, Gale,” she said, though the grin she shot you was anything but apologetic. “Guess we got a little carried away.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning in mortification.

“I told you they’d catch up!” you hissed at her. Karlach just shrugged, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Worth it,” she murmured in your ear, her grin as wide as ever.

As the group started moving again, Astarion sidled up to you, his voice low and dripping with mirth.

“For what it’s worth,” he said, “that noise you made? Positively delightful. I might even be a little jealous.”

You shot him a glare, but his laughter trailed behind him as he strode ahead, leaving you to try and regain your composure.

Minthara:

The air between you and Minthara was thick with tension and heat, the playful sparring of dominance as electric as the charged atmosphere of a battlefield. Your lips clashed with hers in a heady dance, each of you vying for control, her sharp nails grazing your shoulders as your hands gripped her waist with equal fervor. There was a delicious push and pull to it, neither willing to yield but both relishing the challenge.

Minthara let out a low growl against your lips as you nipped her lower one, pulling her closer. But she was nothing if not resourceful. Her hands slid to your neck, tilting your head ever so slightly as her lips trailed downward. You had little time to anticipate what she was planning before she pressed a kiss to a spot just below your jawline, where your pulse thrummed steadily.

Your body betrayed you immediately. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips, and you faltered, your grip on her waist loosening just enough for her to notice. Minthara froze for the briefest of moments, and when you glanced up at her, her red eyes were gleaming with unrestrained delight.

You pushed her off, taking a step back as you raised a finger, fixing her with a warning glare.

“Don’t you dare,” you said, your tone firm despite the heat still rising in your cheeks.

Minthara’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her fangs peeking through as she tilted her head like a predator who had just found a new weakness in their prey.

“Oh, my love,” she purred, her voice a mix of amusement and triumph. “How delightful.”

You turned, trying to put some distance between the two of you, but Minthara was faster. Her hands gripped your wrist and waist, spinning you back to her with a forceful tug that had you colliding against her.

“Going somewhere?” she teased, her tone dripping with mock innocence.

“Minthara,” you began, a weak protest, but she cut you off by leaning in, her lips brushing over that same sensitive spot again. The shiver that coursed through you was uncontrollable, and you hated how easily your body betrayed you. Another whimper escaped, this one louder, and Minthara chuckled, low and sultry, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Ah, there it is again,” she murmured, her lips lingering as her hands tightened their hold on you. “So sweet. So vulnerable. Do you think you can hide this from me now?”

You tried to push her away again, but the strength in her grip—and the unyielding press of her body against yours—made it clear you were at her mercy. Not that you could complain, not really. Especially not when she tilted her head to get a better angle and kissed the spot again, and your knees threatened to give out entirely.

“Minthara,” you gasped, your voice shaky as you clung to her arms for balance.

“Yes, my love?” she replied sweetly, though the smirk on her lips made it clear she was anything but innocent.

“You’re evil,” you managed, though the words lacked any real bite.

“And you revere me for it,” she countered, her voice brimming with confidence. She leaned in once more, her lips ghosting over your neck before she captured your mouth again, her dominance in full display now that she had you so thoroughly at her mercy.

And, as much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t exactly mind.

Lae'zel:

The private sparring session had left you both breathless, sweat glistening on your skin as you and Lae'zel faced each other in the secluded training ground. The clatter of swords and the grunts of exertion had long given way to something else entirely—a different kind of intensity, one born of passion rather than combat.

Lae'zel had pinned you down in the final moments of your match, her body pressing against yours, her wild grin triumphant. What began as a taunt over her victory quickly escalated as her lips found yours, fierce and unyielding. The heat between you was undeniable, and before long, the lines between sparring and intimacy blurred entirely.

Her lips trailed along your jawline, down to your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Then, as if guided by instinct, she found it—the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. The noise that escaped you was half gasp, half whimper, completely involuntary and utterly revealing.

Lae'zel froze for a moment, her sharp gaze locking onto yours. You braced yourself, certain she was about to tease you mercilessly, perhaps mock you for such a "weakness." But instead, she sat back slightly, her expression thoughtful and serious.

"You must keep this spot guarded," she said firmly, her golden eyes narrowing. "It is a vulnerability. An enemy who finds it would have undue advantage over you."

You blinked, caught entirely off guard.

"Lae'zel," you began, your tone both baffled and amused, "I don't think I need to worry about an enemy getting close enough to discover that spot, let alone knowing what to do with it."

Her frown deepened, the warrior in her unwilling to dismiss the matter.

"Complacency breeds defeat," she said sternly. "If I found it, others could as well. You should practice evasion—"

You couldn’t help it. You laughed, cutting her off mid-lecture. Her earnestness, while endearing, was misplaced in this particular context. You reached up, your fingers brushing her cheek as you leaned in to kiss her. The contact silenced her, her lips parting against yours as the fervor between you reignited.

When you pulled back, your grin was playful, and you could see the faintest hint of a blush on her usually stoic face.

"How about I make it my mission to find your sensitive spot instead?" you teased, your voice low and full of promise.

Lae'zel raised an eyebrow, the spark of challenge returning to her gaze.

"You may try," she said, her tone filled with the kind of daring that only fueled your resolve.

"Try?" you echoed, leaning in closer, your lips just grazing hers as you whispered, "Oh, I'll do more than try, Lae'zel."

And with that, the sparring session took a decidedly different turn.

Shadowheart:

The battlefield was a cacophony of noise—clanging steel, guttural cries of goblins, and the occasional victorious roar from Karlach. You and Shadowheart had found yourselves in a relatively quiet alcove, shielded from the chaos, though you both knew it wouldn’t last long. Lae’zel and Karlach had the goblins under control for now, giving you and Shadowheart a rare moment to steal for yourselves.

Shadowheart’s back was pressed against the rough stone wall, her lips locked with yours in a fervent kiss that felt almost scandalous amidst the battle. Her hands gripped the front of your armor, pulling you closer as if the world could crumble around you and she wouldn’t care so long as you stayed right there.

It was in the heat of this stolen moment that Shadowheart, seemingly guided by instinct or devilish intent, let her lips trail along your jawline before finding the spot just beneath your ear. The effect was immediate. A tiny, utterly unguarded squeal escaped your lips, your body stiffening at the unexpected jolt of sensation.

Shadowheart pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

“Oh, what was that?” she teased, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down your spine.

You tried to regain your composure, shaking your head as if to dismiss it, but her grin only widened as she leaned in again, clearly intent on exploiting her newfound discovery. Her lips brushed the spot once more, and this time, you couldn’t suppress the soft, involuntary sound that escaped you—a mixture of surprise and helpless delight.

The noise, however, was louder than either of you intended, echoing out into the chaos. A cluster of goblins, distracted by the commotion, turned their attention toward your alcove. Shadowheart noticed them first and let out a sharp sigh.

“Look what you’ve done,” she chided, though there was no real heat in her words.

“Me?” you protested, fumbling for your weapon. “You’re the one who started this!”

Before either of you could argue further, the goblins rushed forward, but they proved no match for the two of you. With quick, practiced movements, you dispatched them all, leaving the alcove strewn with their fallen forms.

As you wiped your blade clean, a shadow loomed behind you. Lae’zel’s scowl was enough to make you stand a little straighter.

“Are you so undisciplined,” she snapped, “that you cannot focus even amidst a battle? A moment’s distraction could cost lives!”

Shadowheart, ever quick-witted, raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“I was simply administering medical attention,” she said, her tone prim and proper, though the faint smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. “It’s hardly my fault they found it… distracting.”

Karlach, who had joined Lae’zel, snorted and clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

“Oh yeah,” she said through her chuckles, “looked like real thorough medical attention to me. Sure you weren’t checking their… vitals?”

You groaned, your face heating as Lae’zel pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. Shadowheart, however, seemed unbothered, her smirk growing as she gave you a sidelong glance.

“Let’s hope the next battle doesn’t require quite so much… care,” Lae’zel grumbled before stalking off.

As Karlach followed, still chuckling, Shadowheart leaned in close, her voice low and teasing in your ear. “You squeal so adorably. Perhaps next time, I’ll see what other noises I can coax from you.”

You shot her a playful glare, but the blush on your cheeks betrayed your amusement. “Not in the middle of a battle.”

“We’ll see,” she replied, her smirk now entirely victorious as she turned and strode off to rejoin the others.

Jaheira:

The camp was alive with the buzz of Jaheira’s fellow Harpers, strategizing and organizing as they prepared for the next phase of their operations. Amidst the activity, you’d managed to steal her away under the guise of needing her counsel on something urgent. It wasn’t entirely a lie; you did need her—but not for strategy.

You led her to a quiet spot under the boughs of a large oak tree, far enough from prying eyes and ears. Jaheira had crossed her arms, giving you a skeptical look, but the faintest hint of a smile betrayed her amusement.

“You are nothing if not persistent,” she muttered, though she made no effort to leave.

“Persistent enough to get you alone,” you quipped, stepping closer and resting your hands gently on her hips. She rolled her eyes, but when you leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she melted into it, her hands slipping up to rest on your shoulders as she returned your affection.

The kiss deepened, growing more fervent as the moments stretched. Her fingers threaded into your hair, pulling you closer with a surprising intensity that made your pulse quicken. Despite her earlier protests, Jaheira was nothing if not passionate, and her hunger matched your own as you lost yourselves in each other.

But then, in a moment of teasing exploration, Jaheira’s lips trailed to your jawline and down to the curve of your neck. Her attention lingered at a particular spot, and when her lips brushed it, a soft, helpless sound escaped you before you could stop it. The sensation was electric, and your reaction was immediate—your body stiffened, and your breath hitched.

Jaheira froze for a moment before pulling back, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“What was that?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and mischief.

“Nothing,” you lied, though the heat rising in your cheeks betrayed you. “Just caught me off guard.”

“Hmm.” Jaheira’s gaze lingered on you, and a sly smile spread across her face.

Without warning, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the same spot again. The jolt of sensation was just as powerful, and this time, a soft, involuntary whimper escaped you.

“By Silvanus,” she murmured, her voice a low, amused growl. “You’ve been hiding this from me.” Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of delight and frustration. “If only I had more time with you—I would make you regret ever revealing this weakness.”

You laughed, though your voice was still slightly breathless. “I didn’t exactly reveal it. You’re the one who went snooping.”

Jaheira scoffed, her hands tightening on your shoulders as she looked at you with mock exasperation. “Snooping, you say? I call it careful reconnaissance. A skill you should appreciate.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Careful reconnaissance, huh? What exactly do you plan to do with this newfound knowledge?”

Her lips twitched in amusement, but then her expression softened.

“Sadly, nothing at the moment,” she said with a sigh, glancing back toward the bustling camp. “Duty calls, as always. But don’t think for a moment that I’ve forgotten.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Forgotten what?”

She raised an eyebrow, her fingers trailing lightly over the sensitive spot on your neck, making you shiver.

“This,” she said simply, her voice low and teasing.

You couldn’t suppress the soft laugh that bubbled up, though you quickly caught her hand in yours to stop her.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said, your voice warm with affection.

Jaheira leaned in for one last kiss, her lips lingering on yours before she finally pulled away.

“You are an infuriating distraction,” she said, her tone affectionate despite the words. “But I suppose I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With that, she turned and walked back toward the camp, leaving you standing there with a smile on your face and the faint, lingering warmth of her touch on your skin.

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★ — MY BLOODY VALENTINE | Ch 4

3.3ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW: Stalking, Angst, Smut, TOXIC yuri, death, murder, 1980s, mention of blood, depression, homophobia, masturbation, dub-con, size kink if you squint, mommy kink, corruption, virginity, fingering, this shit is dark - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

A/N: alright guys i really struggled with this chapter

You had barely disappeared around the corner—shoulders hunched, eyes burning, your footsteps echoing fast and uneven—when Sevika stepped out from the stairwell.

She’d seen everything.

The yelling. The tears. The way Jinx shouted those words like knives. The way everyone looked at you like you were a freak show instead of a person.

Her jaw was tight. Her fists clenched at her sides.

She was already planning it.

What she was going to say to Jinx. How far she’d have to go. Whether she could make it look like an accident.

But then—

“Um—hey.”

Sevika blinked.

A girl was standing awkwardly near her locker a few feet away. You recognized her vaguely—junior class, soft features, big glasses, sleeves too long for her arms. She was wringing the strap of her backpack like it had personally wronged her.

“I—I’m sorry,” she said quickly, voice pitching up. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop or anything—well, okay, I was. Kind of. But not on purpose!”

Sevika raised a brow. “Okay.”

The girl took a breath. “I was just wondering if, um, if you maybe wanted to go to the fall dance. With me. As my date.”

Silence.

Sevika blinked once. “What?”

The girl turned bright red.

“You don’t have to! I just thought—y’know, since you’re, like, really cool. And tall. And mysterious. And terrifying in kind of a sexy way—”

Behind her, two more girls peeked around the corner. One of them hissed, “Did she do it?!”

“Shut up, she’s doing it!” the other whispered.

Sevika looked past her, eyes narrowing.

There were at least four more girls across the hall blatantly staring, whispering, giggling behind their hands.

One of them had drawn a little heart on her binder with S + ? = a little doodle of a knife and a heart

“…What the fuck,” Sevika muttered under her breath.

The girl in front of her looked mortified. “I—um—I really admire your... shoulders?”

Sevika exhaled through her nose and ran a hand down her face.

“I’m busy,” she said flatly. “But… thanks?”

The girl lit up like she just got proposed to.

“Ohmygodokaycoolthankyousomuchbye!”

She scampered off, nearly tripping over her untied shoelaces as the rest of the little fan club squealed behind her and scattered like pigeons.

Sevika stood there for a moment, blinking at the empty hallway.

And muttered to herself, “This is so fucked.”

Because somehow, she was the one being stalked.

And still, the only person she wanted…

Was already slipping further away.

You ran until your lungs burned.

Away from the hallway. Away from the whispers. Away from Jinx. From everything.

You pushed open the side doors and stumbled into the courtyard, the quiet suddenly deafening after the chaos inside. The fall breeze hit your face, sharp and cold, your cheeks flushed and damp. Your chest heaved, your heart still thundering in your ears.

And then—you heard it.

A soft, frantic splashing.

Your head snapped toward the old stone fountain at the center of the courtyard. The water inside was murky from falling leaves, coins long-rusted beneath the surface.

Something small and pale flailed near the edge.

A bunny. Tiny. Soaked. Terrified.

Its fur clung to its body, ears flattened, back legs kicking helplessly as it tried to reach the ledge. You gasped and rushed over, dropping to your knees.

“Hey, hey—it’s okay, I’ve got you,” you whispered, reaching into the cold water and carefully scooping it up.

The bunny trembled in your hands, but didn’t fight.

You pulled off your jacket and wrapped it gently around the creature, cradling it like something precious. Fragile. Worth saving.

And you didn't even notice the eyes on you.

Sevika.

She stood by the edge of the courtyard, half-hidden behind the archway, watching in silence.

Her fists, once clenched in anger, were now loose at her sides.

She watched you pet the bunny’s wet head, your lips moving gently as you cooed to it. She watched you blink away tears—not for yourself, but for a tiny creature who couldn’t save itself.

And in that moment, she felt it again.

That aching pull toward you.

The way you were good. Still good.

Even in a world that chewed people up and left them hollow.

She swallowed thickly, something bitter caught in her throat.

You were soft. Bright. And she was the opposite. All edges and shadow. She’d killed. Lied. Manipulated.

She didn’t deserve you.

But she still wanted you.

She finally stepped into the courtyard fully, her boots crunching across the gravel.

You looked up, startled. “Sevika—”

Her eyes dropped to the bunny still curled in your arms, then back to you.

“I didn’t think anyone would come out here,” she said quietly.

You gave a shaky laugh. “I needed a break.”

She nodded, walking closer. Slowly. Carefully. Like you might scatter if she came too fast.

“You helped it,” she murmured, eyeing the bunny.

“Of course I did,” you said softly. “It would’ve drowned.”

She stared at you. Really stared.

You didn’t even realize you were still crying. You looked down, brushing your fingers over the bunny’s ear.

“The world needs more people like you”

Sevika looked at you like you were something she couldn’t figure out whether to touch or protect—or destroy just to keep.

And she thought: God, you don’t even realize what you’ve saved me from. Or what she was willing to do to keep you.

You sat there on the stone edge of the fountain, bunny wrapped snug in your jacket, its little chest rising and falling in tiny, panicked pants. You kept petting it gently, hoping your touch meant safety—meant life.

Sevika knelt beside you now, her elbows resting on her knees, watching you. Watching everything.

The curve of your lip when you focused. The way your thumb moved in slow, calming circles on the bunny’s fur. The faint redness in your eyes from crying.

You looked breakable.

And yet, you were the only thing in her life that felt real.

“Do you ever wonder,” Sevika said after a moment, voice low, “what people would do if they saw who you really are?”

You blinked over at her. “What?”

She didn’t look at you.

She kept her eyes on the water. The ripples left from the bunny’s panic still moved across the surface like echoes.

“If you screamed everything you ever felt in the middle of a hallway,” she continued, “told everyone your worst secrets. Who do you think would stay?”

You thought of Jinx. You thought of everyone’s faces turning. You thought of the silence.

“…I don’t know,” you said. “But it’d be nice if someone did.”

She finally looked at you. And there was something in her eyes that scared you more than the letter in your drawer or the camera in the bear.

Not anger. Not cruelty.

Devotion. The kind that swallows.

“I would,” Sevika said. “I will. No matter what.”

Your lips parted, something fragile forming in your throat, but the words never came.

She shifted closer, her shoulder brushing yours. Warm. Solid. Familiar.

“You’re so good,” she murmured, her eyes flicking to your hands still cradling the bunny. “And I’m…”

She trailed off. Her voice felt like it came from somewhere deep and rotten.

“You’re not bad,” you said softly, without thinking. “You’re just… hurt.”

That landed hard.

She looked away, jaw flexing like she might laugh or cry or destroy something. Maybe all three.

You didn’t see it—but she had to clench her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching out.

She didn’t deserve this. Your kindness. Your softness. Your mercy.

But she wanted it more than anything in the world.

Before you could say anything else, the bunny twitched slightly and tried to climb from your arms. You helped guide it to the ground gently. It paused there—drenched, tiny, trembling—then hopped off into the grass and disappeared.

You both watched in silence.

The sun was starting to dip, casting long golden shadows through the windows of the record store. Dust danced in the air, caught in the light between spinning racks of vinyl and fading posters of Bowie and Blondie. You were behind the counter, elbows on the register, flipping absentmindedly through an old zine while a synth-pop track played faintly in the background.

You didn’t notice her across the street.

But Sevika did.

She stood half-shielded in the alley beside the pharmacy, camera in hand, finger on the shutter.

Click.

Through the glass, she captured you mid-laugh as you leaned over the counter to grab something from under the register. Click. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Click. You looked up toward the window like you’d felt her—but your gaze passed right through.

She lowered the camera slowly, lips parted just slightly, like even now—after everything—she was stunned by how much she wanted.

Then—

“Creepy.”

The voice came from just behind her.

Sevika turned fast, hand tightening around the camera.

Mel.

Hands in her coat pockets, one brow raised, that casual, too-cool smirk on her face.

“You always do that with girls you like?” she asked. “Hide behind a dumpster with a telephoto lens?”

Sevika didn’t say anything.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t lie.

She just stared at her.

Mel’s smirk faded, but not into disgust.

Into… something more curious. Calculating.

After a beat, she tilted her head. “You know, most people would run away screaming.”

Sevika raised a brow. “But not you?”

Mel shrugged. “Not judging. I’ve done some stupid shit for people who didn’t even look at me the same way. Let alone the way she looks at you.”

That got Sevika’s attention.

Mel stepped forward, her voice quieter now, the smirk gone.

“I’m not saying I get it,” she said. “But I understand wanting someone so bad you forget where the line is. Hell, sometimes you don’t even see it anymore.”

Sevika studied her for a long moment.

“…You gonna tell her?”

Mel snorted. “Please. I’ve got my own mess to worry about.”

Then she turned to walk off, only pausing once to glance back.

“Just don’t hurt her,” she said. “At least not more than you already have.”

Sevika watched her go, fingers tightening around the camera.

And behind the lens?

Still you.

Still perfect.

Still hers.

The doorbell above the record store jingled softly as Mel walked in, letting the warmth and hum of the place wash over her. The light inside felt too normal compared to the weird, charged moment she’d just left outside.

You looked up from behind the counter instantly, eyes lighting up. “Hey! I thought you were off today?”

Mel shrugged coolly, brushing a few curls behind her ear. “I was bored. Figured I’d stop by and bug you for free music”

You smiled faintly. “Bold of you to assume I’d give you free music.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d pay for it,” she shot back, grinning as she leaned on the counter like nothing was wrong. Like she hadn’t just caught Sevika creeping in the alley with a camera like a slasher in a leather jacket.

You turned to adjust a display behind the register, and for a moment—just a moment—Mel’s smile faded.

Her eyes flicked to the window.

To the alley.

She knew Sevika was still out there. Watching. Lurking like she always did.

And yet… Mel said nothing.

No warnings. No dramatic confrontation. No “hey, I just caught your maybe-girlfriend being very weird.”

She just leaned back, hands in her jacket pockets, and said casually, “You seem lighter today. Happier.”

You glanced back at her, a little shy. “I think things are finally settling.”

Mel gave you a nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Good,” she said. “You deserve that.”

And still—she didn’t say a word.

Because some people keep secrets out of fear. But Mel? She kept them because sometimes, it’s easier to let someone else carry the madness.

Especially when you’ve carried your own.

It was one of those rare moments—so rare, it felt weird—when Sevika wasn’t hovering. No shadow at your back. No lingering stare from across the hall. Just sun, breeze, and a quiet spot on the edge of the courtyard where you were sitting alone, eating a peanut butter sandwich and rereading an old issue of Sassy like it might magically cure your social anxiety.

Then—

“Mind if I sit?”

You looked up.

Vi.

Pink hair, chipped nail polish, black leather jacket that looked more lived-in than most houses. She wasn’t new. You’d seen her around plenty. She mostly stuck to her own crowd—loud kids, band kids, the ones who made out behind the gym and smoked behind the auto shop. The ones who knew stuff.

You blinked. “Uh… sure.”

She dropped down next to you with zero hesitation, pulling an apple from her jacket pocket and taking a bite like she’d been planning to sit with you all along.

“Didn’t feel like dealing with the mouth-breathers today,” she said, nodding toward the crowded picnic tables.

You laughed, just a little.

“Been meaning to talk to you,” Vi added, a little more casually. “You’ve had… a lot going on.”

You tensed slightly but nodded. “Yeah. That’s one way to put it.”

Vi glanced over at you, eyes sharp but not unkind. “You holding up?”

You looked down at your lunch. “Trying to.”

Vi just hummed. “Good. You don’t seem like the type to fall apart.”

And across the courtyard—

Click.

A camera shutter snapped from the shadows of the main building’s overhang.

Sevika.

Standing perfectly still, one foot braced against the wall, camera raised to her eye. She didn’t lower it right away. She just stared through the lens, watching Vi’s hand gesturing mid-sentence, watching you smile—not forced, not scared, just… soft.

Too soft.

Sevika’s eyes narrowed.

Click.

Another photo.

This one perfectly framed. Vi laughing. Your head tilted toward her. Almost close.

She lowered the camera slowly.

Her jaw tightened. And in her chest, that heavy, cold thing started pulsing again.

Because she hadn’t decided what Vi was yet.

But after that smile?

She knew she’d be watching.

The bell rang, loud and final, cutting through the courtyard chatter like a blade. Around you, kids scrambled to grab backpacks and shove the rest of their lunch in their mouths as they shuffled toward the building.

You stood up slowly, tucking your magazine into your bag, and turned to Vi with a soft smile.

“This was nice,” you said honestly. “I, uh… didn’t expect company today.”

Vi slung her bag over one shoulder and gave you a lopsided grin. “Yeah, well. I like catching people off guard.”

You started walking together toward the doors when she suddenly nudged you gently with her elbow.

“Hey,” she said. “You got a number I can call? Y’know—if I wanna check in, or drag you to a punk show.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—yeah. But it’s my house line.”

“Old school,” Vi grinned. “I respect it.”

You reached into your bag, pulled out a pen, and scribbled your number onto the back of an old concert flyer she handed you.

“There,” you said, handing it back. “Just don’t call too late. My mom gets weird.”

“No promises,” she teased, tucking the paper into her pocket with a wink before disappearing into the building.

Across the courtyard, Sevika was still standing in the shadows.

She hadn’t moved.

Not when the bell rang. Not when the crowd shifted. Not even when Vi smiled at you like that.

Her fingers flexed around the camera. She didn’t take another photo.

She didn’t need to.

She had you memorized.

And now… someone else does too.

Backpacks were gone. Students filed inside, the bell echoing off the brick walls, swallowed by the closing doors.

Sevika hadn’t moved.

She stood in the shadow of the building, fists clenched at her sides, eyes still locked on the spot where you and Vi had stood—laughing, smiling, talking like Sevika wasn’t even real anymore. Like she was just background.

Her jaw ticked.

She was still holding the camera.

And then—

“Hey, Sevika!”

The voice was light. Breathless. Stupid.

She turned slowly.

Her. One of the fanclub girls. The one with the braces and glitter lip gloss. Her name might’ve been Marcy, or Macy—it didn’t matter.

She was alone. Too excited. Too trusting.

“I saw you out here and I was wondering if you wanted to, like, hang sometime? Just us?” She smiled, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. “I know it’s lame but I think you’re, like, the hottest girl in school and—”

Sevika didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t even pretend to be polite.

She took one slow step forward.

The girl faltered. “I—I mean, I’m not weird or anything, I just—”

Another step.

The smile on the girl’s face flickered. “Are you… okay?”

Sevika didn’t answer.

And the school?

Didn’t have cameras. Couldn’t afford them.

No one else was around. No teachers. No students. Just the soft breeze brushing through the trees and the quiet snap of her camera as it slipped back into her bag.

She didn’t even need a weapon.

Not really.

By the time the bell for the next period rang, the courtyard was still empty.

Too empty.

And Sevika?

She walked back inside like nothing happened—just another student.

Marcy’s body wouldn’t be found until late that evening, stuffed behind the supply shed, her lip gloss crushed beneath a bootprint that didn’t match her size.

The local news blared in the living room while your mom chopped vegetables in the kitchen, half-paying attention. You were frozen in place, standing just inside the hallway, watching the screen like it might swallow you.

“—the victim, identified as seventeen-year-old Marcy Blanchard, was found earlier this evening behind the Southside supply shed on the campus of Silverpine High. Officials say the scene was ‘brutal,’ and that the student body is being advised to travel in pairs—”

You felt sick.

Your heart pounded as the anchor droned on about school safety policies and increased police presence. You barely made it up the stairs before your legs gave out and you collapsed onto your bed, trying to blink back the tears stinging behind your eyes.

You were about to go grab the phone to call Sevika when—

Rrrriiiiing.

The house phone on your nightstand lit up, the old green LED blinking with an incoming call. You grabbed it quickly, expecting her name. Hoping for it.

“Hello?”

At first, just static.

Then— A voice.

Disoriented. Distorted. Like it was being dragged through broken wires.

“Stay. Away. From. Her.”

Your breath caught. “Wh—who is this?”

“You think you’re special?” the voice hissed. “You think you get to smile and flirt and walk away untouched?”

“Please,” you whispered. “What do you want—”

“Stop talking to her. Or next time, they won’t find the body.”

Click.

The line went dead.

You sat there shaking, your fingers white-knuckled around the receiver as you slowly hung it up. Then you turned and immediately redialed Sevika’s number.

She picked up after two rings.

“Hey,” she said, calm as ever.

“Someone just called me,” you gasped. “They were—distorted, I don’t know who it was, but they knew about Vi. They said—God, Sevika, they said next time they won’t find the body—”

“Shhh,” she soothed. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”

You nodded against the receiver, trying not to fall apart completely. “Can you come over?”

A pause.

“I don’t think I should tonight.”

Your chest caved in.

“What? Why not?”

“It’s not safe,” she said carefully. “Whoever that was—if they’re watching, I can’t risk leading them to you. I’ll call tomorrow.”

You tried not to cry. Tried to be brave. But the line went quiet for a second too long, and your voice cracked.

“Okay.”

You hung up. You didn’t want to.

And when you turned your light off and crawled into bed, you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks.

Across town, in a dimly-lit room—

Sevika sat in front of her boxy CRT TV, the grainy black-and-white feed humming softly.

On the screen: you.

Curled up under your blanket, shoulders shaking.

Tears sliding silently down your cheeks.

She leaned back, arms crossed, eyes glued to the screen.

She could’ve come over.

But this?

This was better.

This was punishment. This was reminder. This was control.

And God, you were beautiful when you cried.

@glittzygorilla @vxtanne31 @leeidk87 @spinback-kiva @ half-of-a-gay @alessabriel @h3rprinc3zz

▶[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]

If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you don’t know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I don’t use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!

Jayce:

  - It’s not that rare when you’re together; he’s a real gentleman through and through. If it’s cold, he’ll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm  

  - But when you’re the one taking his clothes, it’s different  

  - When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions  

  - It’s how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look  

  - And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day  

  - It’s hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts  

  - Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second  

Viktor:

  - For Viktor, the idea of a “little thief stealing his clothes” is an interesting one  

  - He’s never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, it’s rare for anything to fit snugly anyway  

  - That’s why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet  

  - What Viktor didn’t expect was that, once you started liking them, you’d just take them straight out of his drawer  

  - The first time he knocked on your door to ask if you’d seen his shirt —the very one you were wearing— he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you  

  - And then, though he didn’t show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body  

  - Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them  

  - For the nights when he feels lonelier  

Ekko: 

  - Communism  

  - There’s not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore  

  - The first time you grabbed Ekko’s jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didn’t need it  

  - But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes  

  - Ever since then, it’s him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: there’s something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket  

  - It’s like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it  

  - And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say ‘I love you’ before it’s too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because it’s like he’s telling everyone that he couldn’t live without you 

Vander:

  - Vander’s clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on who’s wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you  

  - When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by  

  - And if he notices, he can’t help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin  

  - “You know,” he says every single time, “it looks better on you than it does on me,” and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, it’s truer than almost anything else  

  - After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift  

Silco:

  - Silco’s strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places  

  - Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them  

  - The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it  

  - Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didn’t seem like his  

  - That’s why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you  

  - But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didn’t notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe  

  - “Don’t take that off, I’ve got an idea or two,” his voice broke the silence, making you jump  

Jinx:

  - Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are men’s clothes, women’s clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her father’s henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare  

  - She’s the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean  

  - It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it  

  - It was something she hadn’t done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it  

  - Every now and then, she’d give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable  

Vi:

  - Vi’s mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someone’s clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed  

  - Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, you’d be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it  

  - That’s why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month  

  - The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they weren’t good for you  

  - When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt  

  - She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to  

  - But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others  

  - That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life  

Caitlyn:

  - Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need  

  - And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen  

  - So seeing you in her clothes wasn’t new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didn’t wear anymore, partly because she couldn’t due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform  

  - Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you  

  - It didn’t matter if the clothes didn’t suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you  

  - The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcers’ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers  

  - There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often  

Mel:

  - For Mel, it wasn’t an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you  

  - “It looks really good on you, you know?” she had asked  

  - It didn’t bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body  

  - It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldn’t feel like you were missing something  

  - But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless  

  - When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldn’t wear it on the day you’d marry her  

  - And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects  

  - Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare  

  - Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she had  

Sevika:

  - Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous  

  - But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, you’d find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders  

  - And even though she’d glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers  

  - It was a matter of homeland—there was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do  

  - And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldn’t hesitate to steal what was yours  

  - But you were hers, and you couldn’t be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didn’t feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it  

  - In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldn’t bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously  

  - And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable  

Headcanons

Sevika x Motherly!Reader

When she says she's cold even while you're half asleep, you get up all the way to adjust the duvet so it covers her fully and sometimes even make sure she's double layered to ensure she's warm

You make her tea all the time while she's home so she doesn't get a chance to drink alcohol, although she acts annoyed about it— she knows you're just looking out for her

You clean up after her regularly and nag at her for being messy, Sevika kisses you to shut you up but the moment she pulls back you're back on your rambling

You yell at her for getting hurt but you're worried deep down, Sevika often doesn't say a lot (she knows you're worried) but she tries to reassure you that everything's alright

Sevika tries to quit smoking for you because she sees how it hurts you

Sevika sees the way you view little kids and plans on giving you some of your own once Zaun is finally in a good position, however will always refuse to speak of it

You force her to have a self care routine, Sevika thinks it's useless but oh well

You don't let her boss you around, it's quite the other way around really. Although, Sevika will get mad if that ruins her public image and you know it so you don't do that in public. Behind closed doors, shes a puppy awaiting your commands

You rub her back when she feels tense and give her a massage. Sevika enjoys it silently and barely will show verbal affection but the way she holds you close, you don't need words.

Even after you both have fights, you cut up fruits for her while she's working and shove the plate on her study desk while she's working on her mechanical arm. Sevika smirked after you leave.

Sevika likes it when you oil and massage her scalp before hair wash days. But she'd rather die than admit it— it would make her look soft.

The first time you kissed her scars and told her they were beautiful, Sevika didn't believe your words. But eventually, seeing how much you just trace and kiss them, she's come to terms with it.

You always make sure she's well-fed and ensure she's not living off of cigarettes and alcohol

Sevika is somehow good at chores and she helps you around the house during her off days. She follows you around though and won't agree to do separate chores because "you could get hurt" but you don't believe her. You just know she wants to spend time with you

You slap sense into Sevika when she is too high on Shimmer

Sevika is my favorite character but it is hard for me to analyze her because I feel her ending is so unfitting for the rest of her writing and feels so forced it makes me second guess every other thing that was established about her, it is truly sad to me how the conclusion for such an interesting character ends up being imo a lazy way to tie lose ends for the rest of the abandoned Zaun vs. Piltover class war plot line.

I was thinking about this because I found this concept art of how Sevika would use Silco's office as her room after his death and it is so harrowing how for Sevika her entire life was Zaun's liberation.

The thing about her is, unlike Silco who at least had Jinx, she 100% sacrificed her whole personal life for revolution and thus perhaps her compromise to it was even higher than Silco's and then she becomes part of the same system that she spend her whole life fighting against? How do we make any sense of that?

I see Sevika leaving Vander, because of his refusal of fighting against Piltover, as such an important point for her character and I would argue probably the most important we see in establishing who she is, her ideologies and how much she is willing to sacrifice for that dream. Then Act 3 happens and it is such a weird watch for me because clearly the writing was trying to re-establish her as a sort of Vander figure with the whole "we don't hand over our own people" thing (even though I would argue her motivations where ideological while Vander's were personal), her giving a speech on Vander's statue, under his shadow. It feels like an attempt to make her into a "good-zaunite" by making her into a completely de-fanged version of herself and what that ends up meaning is her becoming non-threatening to the status quo and instead becoming part of the system, legitimizing it and therefore protecting it.

In this regard I think that Sevika choosing to follow Silco might be as important as her abandoning Vander. I find their relationship very interesting because they have similar ideologies and Silco is so dependant on Sevika and they both know it, for over 7 years she could have abandoned, betrayed or disposed of him but she didn't because she understood that violence was the only way to liberation and in that path she did all sorts of reprehensible things just like Silco for that ultimate goal again with the understanding that violence was necessary, she chose Silco because she understood that liberation would come through struggle not by manking deals with your oppressors like Vander did... And then just like Vander she ends up doing exactly the same thing, rendering all those years of struggle, all those actions, violence and atrocities meaningless.

And so for me most of what we knew of her character and what was established about her ideology becomes nonsensical when we see how she ended, either you take it as she completely betrayed herself and what she fought for her whole life or she was never the person the writing showed us her to be and just acted without thinking all those years (?). Furthermore we are shown just few episodes before the end how the people of the undercity don't even listen to her, so again it is just confusing how she ends up as a council woman for a city that doesn't even want her.

Ultimately if this was some sort of commentary about how revolutionaries can become sucked into politics and be de-fanged in favor of becoming part of the system rather than fighting it I could accept it even if I didnt like it but with how reactionary and anti-revolutionary s2 is, it just feels more like a "see? violence is never the answer! if you want change just become a diversity hire and change the institutions that oppress you from within!" /sarcasm

It is so unfair I have thick plush thighs but no dyke to lay her head on them :(

₊˚⊹♡ Valentines Day Headcannons ♡⊹˚₊

જ⁀➴ ♡ Starring: Vi.ᐟ Caitlyn.ᐟ Sevika.ᐟ જ⁀➴ ♡ !!-18//MDNI-!!

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•Sevikaજ⁀➴ ♡

❤︎ Oh she’s a sweetheart, really, but the poor woman is overworked and the day slipped her mind until Shoola makes some off-handed comment at work— then she’s absolutely cursing herself.

❤︎ She gets home late afternoon, flowers bundled up in her hands and an apology sitting on her tongue— her shoulders dropping at the sight of you bundled up on the sofa.

“Angel, I’m so fucking sorry.” Her voice is all soft and dejected as she sits down right beside you, a big hand resting over your knee. “You know work just keeps on pilling up, I didn’t even notice the—”

You immediately dismantle her, fingers curling around hers with a gentle smile and tender eyes, gleaming up at her with a sickly sweet love. “S’alright Sev, you’ll make it up to me.” And god she swears she will.

❤︎ And she really does! Cooking you up that one homemade meal you’re always bugging her to make since the first time she made it for you. A nice candle-lit dinner, popping open a bottle of your fave, showering you with sweet compliments and tender touches— her hand rubbing your thigh from beneath the table.

❤︎ In fact her hands don’t leave the soft curvature of your perfect body for a single moment, guiding you into your shared bedroom— kissing along your jaw and down your neck, a sincere apology hidden in the way she sheds your clothes from your body.

❤︎ She had you spread open for her on the bed, mechanical hand squeezing the inside of your thigh— the cold metal against your flushed skin shoots a shiver through your body, one that was only doubled as she pushes the vibrator a little harder to your clit.

“That’s it, baby, keeping making those pretty noises f’me yeah?” Her voice was all gruff and ragged, watching in almost awe as rubs the toy over your sensitive bud so painstakingly slow, you can’t help but buck your hips up in desperation, needing more.

“Mmfm, p-please Vika! please.” You whine, hands fisting at the bedsheets when she turns it up to a setting that makes your thighs shake as the vibrations intensify, your cunt soaking the toy as she rubs it through your slick folds.

“Please?— please what baby? I ain’t a mind reader.” She absolutely lives for the way you arch up from the bed, looking up at her with glossy eyes.

❤︎ Sevika likes to take her time, pushing you right to the edge before bringing the vibrator away with a small smirk, scoffing a chuckle as your whines get louder and somehow, even more, needier from the way she rubs the slick toy over your pert nipples. Immediately leaning into your tits to lick and kiss at your glistening peaks murmuring about how “fucking good” you taste, her hand caressing over your waist and ribcage.

“Soaked for me huh?” She notes, smirking against your nipple as you blabber on about how much you need her until she dips her hand between your thighs to push her ring and middle fingers inside of your cunt, slick walls clamping around her thick digits— then you’re all broken moans and breathless gasps. “There you go, fucking swallowing my fingers up, huh? Greedy girl.”

Her eyes drink in every inch of your body as she sits back, her mechanical hand bringing the vibrator back to your clit as she curls her fingers deep inside you, fucking you until you’re seeing stars and some more.

❤︎ Sevika does good in making it up to you— spoiling you with a bubble bath, making sure to fold your favourite pyjama set over the radiator so they’re nice and warm for when you get out— fresh bedsheets and your favourite candle. She’d dote on you all weekend too because, at the end of the day, she really thinks you deserve the best.

•Caitlynજ⁀➴ ♡

❤︎ Nothing can ever be just ‘casual’ with Caitlyn, it’s a whole day thing for her. From the moment you open those pretty eyes, she’s completely at your beck and call.

❤︎ She would wake you up with sweet whispered nothings murmured against your jaw, kissing along your bare shoulders and over the nape of your neck— fingers slowly grazing down your spine in a gentle attempt to coax you out of dreamland.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my dearest.” her smooth velvety accent sends a slight shiver down your spine, humming in contentment.

You find her tender gaze as you turn to look up at her, all sleepy smiles and bleary eyes— her hand coming to rest against your warm cheek, tracing over the pillow lines that were printed into the soft skin. “Mm, happy Valentine’s Day love.” You respond, letting your eyes flutter close once more as she presses a kiss to your temple.

❤︎ She would have breakfast all ready, a platter of sweet fresh fruit and other various toppings for the heart-shaped waffles— she really does go all out and it was so worth it to see how your eyes twinkle in awe, the way your smile widens and the giggles that escape your lips.

❤︎ Caitlyn might have also splurged a little on you, okay maybe more than a little. A pretty dress that fitted your gorgeous frame oh so beautifully, adorning jewellery that made your complexion shine even more so than usual and a rather raunchy lingerie set that she couldn’t wait to take off, all folded in a gift bag just for you to wear tonight at dinner.

❤︎ A private booth in a fancy restaurant, gave her the perfect opportunity to tease you and she did— all night long, whispering filthy things into your ear. By the time the pair of you had climbed into the limousine, your panties were soaked and well Caitlyn really couldn’t help but slip her hand between your thighs, underneath your dress to rub her fingertips over the little damp spot.

“Mm, Cait—” you gasp, trying to keep as quiet as possible, not wanting the driver behind the partition to hear but it was so difficult when she hooks her middle finger over your lacy panties, the same pretty pair she gifted you with this morning, pushing them to the side slowly.

You hide your face against her shoulder, whimpering as she slides her fingertip along your slick folds, circling your clit with a feather-light touch— not giving you want you so desperately need which only makes you whine some more, hips bucking. “Sshh, you’re such a needy little thing, already so wet just from some words?” Her tone was almost condescending.

❤︎ A mess of shoes and clothes trail behind the pair of you, leading to your shared bedroom. Caitlyn didn’t have much patience, not when she was this turned on— needing to get her hands on you.

❤︎ Once she had you right where she wanted she couldn't stop. With you spread open for her in front of the mirror, her fingers teasing over your clit— wanting to make you cum again because gosh she couldn’t get enough.

“Look, baby, look how well your pretty pussy takes my fingers.” She coos, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you sit in between her legs— thighs draped over hers in front of the mirror as she slowly thrusts her two fingers into your fluttering hole. “Will you give me another, hmm?”

You let out a small whine, tipping your head backwards against her shoulder— her free hand instantly cupping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together slightly, to make you face the mirror, admiring the way the pair of you fit together so perfectly. “Ah, Cait— Yeah, yeah, I can.” You whimper, watching how her fingers disappear inside you.

“Oh, such a good girl for me.” She hums in agreement, chuckling lowly as she curls her slender fingers perfectly— hitting that spongy spot deep inside you that makes your hips buck up against her hand, grinding your clit against the heel of her palm and whimpering for more. “That’s it’s, make a mess all over my hand— fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Caitlyn watches the reflection in awe, how your hips rock against her hand in tandem with her fingers in reckless abandon, chasing after that relief until you're gushing all over her digits, soaking the silk bedsheets whilst she coos praises into the bare skin of your shoulder.

❤︎ She didn’t stop there, spending the rest of the evening drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were boneless against the pillows, hair all tussled and completely flushed and panting. A beautiful sight.

❤︎ Caitlyn would shower you with praise, whispering sweet nothings into your sticky skin— nosing at your jaw and kissing all over your pretty face, keeping you grounded whilst she cleaned you up with such gentle hands before getting you a nice, cold glass of water and whatever else you needed. The rest of the night she spent cuddling you, with your head tucked beneath her chin, playing with your hair.

•Violetજ⁀➴ ♡

❤︎ Violet tries so hard to be all nonchalant about it, trying to act like she didn't know what was coming up but can’t— she fails horribly. Waking up at the crack of dawn to decorate the living room with heart-shaped bunting and balloons, giggling to herself whilst you slept peacefully upstairs in your shared bed.

❤︎ It was the waiting that she couldn’t deal with, pacing around the living room completely restless— every tiny noise that came from upstairs had her gasping softly in anticipation.

Violet's eyes lighten up as you walk into the living room, one of her shirts hanging around your shoulders, hair all tussled and eyes oh so sleepy— you giggle softly in surprise, looking around the decorated living room, ‘awwing’ softly as you spot a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase and a small box of your favourite chocolates. “There’s my girl, c’mere.” She chuckles, holding her arms out for you.

“When did you do this?” You ask all giddily, walking over to your equally excited girlfriend who all but tugs you closer to her— toned arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“This morning, whilst you were snoozing.” She replies, words muffled against your hairline as she peppers your face with loving kisses, hands moving to cup your face, thumbs caressing your warm cheeks as you nuzzle into her palms with a content hum.

Your arms circle around her shoulders, holding her close as she watches your gaze flicker around the room once more— she lives for the way your eyes go all starry, the smile that was plastered across your pretty face. “Aw, you did really good.” You really just melt her heart completely, she hugs you tightly against her once more, showering you with affection as you both share murmured— “Happy Valentine’s Day.” and other sweet nothings.

❤︎ Vi would spend the morning doting on you, the full princess treatment because her girl really deserves only the best!— she’d treat you to whatever you wanted from the bakery just down the road for breakfast, showering together and doing your skincare routine for you.

❤︎ The pair of you would take the dog out for a nice walk around the local park before stopping at the shop, grabbing a few things for dinner and a couple of snacks along with pre-made brownie mix to bake later— which the pair of you somehow make a complete mess of but it was all apart of the fun!

❤︎ The whole day would be so relaxing— full of nothing but absolute love, your heart feeling so full as the evening rolls around. The pair of you snuggled up in bed as she kisses you ever so sweetly. The movie you had put on now long forgotten, the remote kicked off of the bed and somewhere on the floor as those kisses turned a lot more heated and greedy.

“Mm, need something baby?” Vi asks in between kisses, smirking against your lips as you grind your hips down against her— desperate for more of her, fingers grasping at her broad shoulders.

Oh, she’s so cocky. Chuckling against the soft curve of your jaw as she dips her hand into your pyjama bottoms, cupping your cunt through your underwear— the apparent wet spot giving you all away. “I want your— your strap, please.” You whisper shyly, pressing your face into her shoulder with a weak moan.

Your reply only inflates her ego, rubbing her fingers over your underwear— her other hand caressing over the curve of your waist and up to your hip. “Yeah? Don’t be shy baby, s’just me.” She coos, turning her head to press a kiss to your cheek, whispering a gentle, “Come on, tell me what you really want, hmm?” Lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

You whine, trying to grind down against her palm as you press your face further into the crook of her neck— groaning in both frustration and desire. “Want to ride your strap so badly, Vi— need you to fill me up, please.” You practically plead, and that was all Vi needed to hear.

❤︎ She never really had much patience, it was practically nonexistent when it came to you— especially when she craved you as bad as she does right now because god your body was a piece of damn art.

“You’re so beautiful, baby— keep moving, just like that.” Vi was practically drooling, her half-lidded eyes zeroing in on the way her strap disappears into your cunt with ease, the silicone toy glistening with your slick— hips grinding against her so clumsily, so desperately.

Her fingers dig into the fat on your hips for leverage, almost manhandling you into a slower pace so you could feel each mind-numbing drag of her cock along your gummy walls, drawing out those sweet broken cries from your parted lips— jaw all slack and eyes hooded. “F-Fuck Vi— feels so good!” You whimper, nails biting into her shoulder which all but shoots a shiver down her spine, making her arch her strap deeper up into you.

She swears to god she could feel you squeeze around her, physically impossible but right now, god, she’s certain— “Yeah? Taking it so deep angel, feel me right here, huh?” She coos, pressing her hand over your lower abdomen— her other sliding from your waist up to your tits as you continue to bounce her strap— thighs beginning to burn in such a good way.

You nod, blabbering on and on in agreement— a bunch of nonsensical moans that sound far too good slipping past your lips— so needy for her as your movements become all sloppy, your hand desperately pushing on hers until her fingers find your clit. “There you go baby, fuuuck look at you— cumming around my cock.” She watches in complete awe as you lose yourself in the feeling, bouncing on her strap until you’re gushing around the thickness— soaking her thighs.

❤︎ Vi would prepare a bath that would end in round two because she really couldn’t keep her greedy hands to herself— not that you had a single complaint when her fingers were stuffed inside you, thumb slowly rubbing against your clit, the warmth of the bubble bath enveloping you. It was all too good.

❤︎ You end the day all cuddled up in bed, matching pjs and clean bedding— her big, warm hands massaging your achy thighs as she lavishes your pretty face with tender kisses, telling you how much she loved you until the pair of you end up falling asleep halfway through a movie, limbs all tangled beneath the blankets.

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She had NO RIGHT looking that good!!! Anyway rock, paper DEFINITELY scissor🥴✂️🥵

ok so i have a request but first i just wanna say ur writing is so cute 😭 like it gets me every time i'm giggling and kicking my feet ily

anyway can u write smth with jinx where her gf is in the hospital cause she got caught up in some kind of riot (kinda like the one isha got swept up in) and she had to get some kind of surgery and she's all loopy on the meds so when jinx is holding her hand she's like ??? I have a gf??? except jinx literally is her gf and she thinks it's funny so she's like 'yeah? what's your gf like?' and r accidentally insults her without meaning to and at the end the anesthesia wears off and she's like 'why're u laughing at me what did i say?'

just smth cute like that

of course!! thank you for the request <3

i appreciate the words a lot you’re so sweet! ilyt, i hope i did your request justice :)

summary; jinx’s girlfriend gets injured during the riot. she wakes up in the hospital, loopy, and forgets she has a girlfriend.

characters included; jinx, sevika (platonic), isha (mentioned, platonic/familial)

tags/warnings; fluff, crack (kinda), very minor hurt/comfort, mentions of war/combat, r gets injured

men dni.

you're not sure exactly what happened, and jinx isn't either.

it started with a rally in the undercity to protest against the brutality of piltover's enforcers. gas, mass arrests, and sheer brutality drove the people of zaun to organize, though what they wanted most was jinx.

jinx, zaun's royalty as they saw her- a young woman who wasn't afraid to stand up against piltover's regime. they saw her as a symbol, but those who knew jinx can attest that she never wanted that status. she's always been a bit selfish, seeking only to protect herself and those she loved. being dubbed a symbol was of no interest to her, and being at a rally was even less interesting.

but it happened, and jinx curses herself for not having been there.

all she's been able to gather is from word of mouth. you got beaten pretty badly apparently, having been slammed up against a metal fence, stabbed in the side, and punched until you damn near lost consciousness. then kicked until you did. it wasn't until around twenty minutes after that a medical team was called, and it took even longer for them to actually get there. distance between cities aside, piltover has never been enthusiastic about providing the undercity their services.

and that's all she's been able to get. nothing about your recovery, your whereabouts, if they were able to get a pulse from you and bring you back to consciousness. nothing.

not only did isha get sent to stillwater, but you were severely injured. even as your girlfriend was ecstatic to retrieve isha from her cell and free other zaunites, it all circled back to you.

she doesn't just want you, and doesn't just want isha. she wants the family that she's built together. she goes through the motions of playing with the little girl, trying to put on a brave face while they set off glitter bombs and isha's infectious laughter rings through the air. but it doesn't compare to you being there, the both of you playing with her and making her laugh.

you should be by jinx's side, holding her from behind and peering over her shoulder at isha's newest adventure. brushing the girl's hair while jinx (tries to) makes food for the three of you, helping paint the toys jinx made, but you're in a hospital bed somewhere in piltover that nobody has been able to crack yet. it drives her near insane.

the door to the hideout opens though, and sevika half peers through. jinx can hear creaking, but only rolls her eyes without turning around.

"not interested," she deadpans.

"i'm sure you're not," sevika huffs, but that doesn't deter her. "she's in a hospital not far from the council building. apparently she's awake. thought you might want to know that, at least."

that catches jinx's attention. her head snaps around, brows furrowing. "you're serious?"

"would i have come here if i wasn't?"

of course she wouldn't have. sevika's a busy woman and time is her currency- so within seconds, jinx is tossing her boots on and bolting toward the exit with a one-track mind.

"stay here with isha, would you?"

with the way the girl is rushing out, it doesn't give sevika much choice. she sighs, looking over to the little girl absorbed in coloring and sits next to her.

"looks like it's you and me for a while, kid."

✧.*

you're lucky jinx loves you, because it took a good twenty minutes just for her to be cleared to visit you.

"no, i don't have any explosives, no, i'm not here to push an agenda, no, i'm not causing any trouble. i just want to visit my girlfriend."

"but-"

"janna above- just let me see her. you'd think this stuff would be easier..."

her heart is beating like a war drum when she approaches the room. there's a clear door and a little curtain obscuring her view of the bed, but she can see an iv bag. numerous tubes connecting to your hidden body, and a heart monitor. she doesn't know much about medicine, but the steady beep, beep, beep of the monitor is a momentary relief to the girl. at least you're stable.

she steps inside, knocking on the inside of the doorframe slowly.

"hey, toots..." she starts, slowly opening the curtain to reveal your form. you're still bruised, but the swelling that must've been there before is mostly gone. your eyes are lost in a far-off stare while she carefully sits down on the edge of the bed. "i'm so glad you're okay. i wanted to visit earlier, i did, just..."

her slender fingers slowly slot between yours, and she finds your gaze meeting hers within seconds. there you are, she thinks. there's those pretty eyes. "hey," you murmur.

just that word is enough to bring tears to jinx's eyes. it takes everything in her power to not just pounce on you, bury her head in your neck while she trembles and cries and clings to you, but that's the last thing you need. especially after just getting out of surgery.

"i should've been there," she breathes out, her voice trembling softly. "i'm your girlfriend, you got hurt and i was just sitting on my ass, and... oh, fuck, i'm so sorry."

a beat of silence, and your brows furrow. then you tilt your head... what is going through your head right now? this isn't the reaction jinx was expecting.

"...i have a girlfriend?"

the words are like a blow to the girl's chest, her eyes widening as her face inches closer to yours. suddenly, the tears are gone.

"uh, yeah? you've had a girlfriend for the past what- eight months?"

you let out a little gasp, your mouth forming an 'o' shape. "really?"

how could you not remember that? you and jinx have been together for close to a year now and near inseparable, and now you just... forgot? but she looks around, she sees the monitors and wires and breathalyzer... right. you just got out of surgery. you're loopy.

"wow..." you murmur, your words slurring together the slightest bit. "i do? what's she like?"

and, well.. jinx would be a damn fool if she didn't have at least some fun with this. she sits back on the edge, flicking one of her braids over her shoulder with a toothy grin.

"well," she starts. "she's amazing. smoking hot, of course, and super smart. like, a genius. she's funny, and talented, she's something of a hero... you know. the whole shebang."

your eyes light up at the description, and it takes everything jinx has to not burst out laughing on the spot.

"she sounds great," you gasp, lips tugging into a little smile. in this barely-there state where you're seeing this beautiful girl you barely recognize in front of you, these words are a shock. you've had a girlfriend this time, and you didn't know? "when can i see her? where is she?"

jinx chuckles softly, letting out an amused sigh and shaking her head.

"you'll see her soon enough. she's closer than ya think, love."

you're about to sit back against the pillows again before a thought occurs to you.

"do you have a girlfriend?"

the girl stares at you incredulously for a minute, blinking. you must be really out of it- but it draws an actual laugh from her.

"i do, yeah," she huffs. "she's great, too. beautiful, talented, funny, sweet... basically perfect."

"aw, damn it..."

✧.*

a few hours, jinx getting food from the hospital's cafeteria, and jinx is back at your door. she would've been there sooner, but those pesky doctors just had to run some tests to make sure you were in stable condition after the operation.

she peers in the slightest bit to see you writing in something, a journal, presumably. she just barely steps in before your gaze lands on her, and you're beaming.

"jinx, you're here!" she hears from inside the room, and there's that smile she loves so much. she's quick to sit back on the edge of the bed, and you're even quicker to wrap your arms around her waist. the best you can while hooked up to tubes, anyways. "i wanted to talk to you, just.. i still haven't gotten my phone back."

and while she's ecstatic that you actually remember her now, she can't help but stifle a laugh. because you don't remember a damn thing about earlier.

"...hey, what's that look for?"

the dam breaks. she's laughing, doubled-over full belly laughing and you're left there, wide-eyed and bewildered.

"babe- hey! what's so funny?"

"i... jeez, i'm sorry, just, earlier you said-"

this only causes further confusion as your brows knit together and you try to turn your girlfriend to face you once again, though to no avail.

"you visited earlier? oh shit- i... what did i say?"

jinx is breathless between laughter and trying oh so hard to keep it together so she can just tell you. you were so damn loopy on those painkillers that you don't remember completely forgetting you have a girlfriend and asking if she was single, and she doesn't know if she has the heart to tell you.

"yeah, uh," she breathes out. "don't worry about it. it was nothing."

maybe she'll tell you after you've been discharged.