Going To A Rave With Sevika In The Most Skankiest Outfit Ever And It Ends With Yall Having Beautiful

Claire

Claire - Morphine

Sevika × Chubby! Fem! Reader AO3 Word Count: 1,932 Summary: Sevika pays her favorite bakery owner a surprise visit during a particular time of the month. Alternatively, Sevika wants to take her frustrations out on you and get messy. TWs:// 18+ ONLY, Reader is afab, Uses she/her, Explicit sexual content, Porn without plot, takes place during S1, Age Gap, Reader is a baker, Period sex, Overstimulation, Body worship/Praise, Cunnilingus + fingering, Sevika manhandles the fuck out of you, Fwb/Situationship, but Sevika does have a soft spot for you, Sevika has a thing for big girls sorry not sorry, Use of Petnames (Sweething, Honey, Baby, Gorgeous), Use of 'Good Girl.' A/N: I want this woman to put her cigars out on my skin and do unspeakable things to me. Hope this fills a void.

Comfort is a state of being that is achievable yet foreign to Sevika. Over the years, she's learned the hard way that comfort is a commodity no amount of money could sufficiently produce. It is a seething hunger no prepaid participant could ever seem to satisfy, and right now, after a particularly nasty day, she needed that comfort—she craved it. 

It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd come to you like this; quite the contrary. It was more or less an unspoken agreement between you, a familiar indulgence for your shared convenience. You, a baker keeping the family business stubbornly alive, and Sevika, a woman whose line of work calls for a level of emotional detachment that makes relationships difficult, not even to mention her gambling 'habit' that makes money a bit tighter. It was a term she'd heard before: you stay soft, and you get eaten, and by Janna, did she love to eat you. Feeling your flesh, pliable and ample, under the rough, calloused meat of her remaining arm, it was addictive.

It was a moment of unexpected weakness, the first time, a free dozen muffins as thanks for extending your 'rent payment' after a tough month led to a rather passionate night for the both of you. Sevika always had a soft spot for you, not just because of your smooth, sweet features and bizarre air of warmth despite the cold-cutting nature of the undercity, but because of your devotion to your family— to Zaun. A woman such as yourself could've worked her way up into the careful, pristine streets of Piltover, and yet you didn't. You stuck around, trying to carve comfort and community where it had already been snuffed out by the drugs and criminal underbelly of her employer. To put the pieces of your long-forgotten family back into place, Sevika held some respect for that— for you.

Which has led her to now, to you.

The little studio apartment above your bakery was always cold; you either seemed to like it that way, or it was out of your control. Sevika, however, didn't seem to care; it gave her all the more reason to stick around and 'keep you warm' as she liked to put it. To wrap her arm around you and allow the heat of her body to consume the both of you. Especially on a night like this, cold and nippy, with the slightest bit of rain. Opening the door for her, obviously having just crawled out of bed, hair a mess and face laden with a slight pout. It was cute how quickly your face lit up with pleasant surprise at seeing her and letting her inside without much to say, turning to her once the door clicked and the lock was turned. Just as quickly, Sevika was on you. She pulled back the fabric that covered her prosthetic arm and threw it to the floor before picking you up without hardly any issue. Something you still couldn't bring yourself to be used to.

"Sevik—" You could hardly question her before she pressed her lips to yours, her rounded nose nestled against the skin of your cheek. Unable to fathom otherwise, you'd return that kiss full force, hands once at her shoulders, cupping her jaw while she marched the two of you into your bedroom. Dropping you down onto the plush, creaky textile of your mattress and bed frame. The taste of her lips was as it always was— cigars and bitter whiskey. You couldn't help but chortle, a hand running through her hair as she kissed down your throat, biting and nipping the soft skin before her hands would pinch and push the buttons of your sleepwear open. "Ho-Hold on a second—" hands sliding from her hair to the sides of her sharp jaw as she looked up at you through her eyelashes. The last button was gone, her lips pressed against the tiny space between the plush flesh of your breasts.

"What?" her tone seemed almost impatient, but she stopped as soon as you told her to.

"I'm just...you—you know, you're here a little...unexpectedly?" Your voice is breathless, and a nervous smile curls your lips upwards.

"Yeah?" Sevika seemed confused by your nervous behavior; she hadn't seen this from you since the first time—this sense of worry and apprehension. "You got someone else here or something?" Her tone was playful, maybe joking, but the notion made Sevika feel something nearly akin to disappointment.

"No- no, of course not..."

"Then, what? If you aren't in the mood, we don't have to, baby," She'd sit up, the palm of her cold metal arm pressing into the bed.

"It isn't that...It's just, you know, the end of the month?" Sevika knew what you meant as you said it; of course, she would; you'd mentioned it before. You start to bleed closer to the end of the month, so Sevika usually comes near the first. That aligned previously with her schedule, but this was different, and she needed you. The palm of her warm, fleshy hand would carefully press into the ample plush of your stomach, sliding to your hip and settling on the slight dip of your waist, the soft fabric of your nightwear out of her way to soak up the image of your body.

"Do you seriously think that's gonna get in my way?"

Oh.

"Oh,"

"You still want to, right?" You'd nod, and Sevika's lips would curl into that snarky smirk. "Why don't you strip for me, Gorgeous? I'll get a towel." Her puckish tone, coupled with the little kiss she'd press to your temple, only served to make your heart flutter in its marrow cage.

—--- -

The taste of monthly blood is different from that of the blood Sevika is typically used to tasting– or maybe it's just yours because she swears by the goddess Janna herself that the taste of your blood is far sweeter than any other, not even to note the way you typically taste. After having pushed you to climax more than three times within this last hour, she has you straddled up with your thighs on either side of her face. The weight of your body, the way your hips roll over her, would almost be comforting if not for the context. Her metal arm was careful on your right thigh as both wrapped securely around the plush, soft muscles.

"Oh– Sev–my god, I can't—" Sevika isn't listening because she knows you can. Another orgasm rips through your lovely body, and Sevika is nothing but a slave to the product of her labor.

"Such a good girl for me." She'd mumble, a low groan reverberating through her throat and straight into the heat of your sopping core. Swallowing and lapping at the rush of blood and cum. Happy for the towel she put down, no matter how diligently she licked or sucked at your poor spent cunt it seeped down her cheeks to her throat and neck— pooling onto the fabric below. You had nice sheets; she'd feel somewhat responsible for ruining them in this regard; perhaps she'd buy you a new set. A new set so that she could eat away at the bloody mess of your intimates because she's making this a new routine.

With a swift, effortless motion, she'd flip you. A gasp of air burning at your lungs as your suddenly on your back, and Sevika's assault of your pussy is no closer to being finished. She's like a woman starved; the wet flick of her tongue, as you feel it push past the lining of your entrance, makes your back arch. Hands in her hair as you tug and pull at her— not to stop her, no, you need just a little more. Perhaps she'll grant you just one more before stopping and finally letting you have a turn. She starts to nod her head carefully, her long rounded nose nudging against the puffy flesh of your clit. The thick meat of her pointer and middle finger teased at the soft, silken flesh of your aching cunt. Pushing past as they'd curl, pressing firm against the grooves, twisting and moving with an idle pace as her lips would kiss and suck at the bundle of nerves. "You're so hot, baby," she'd almost growl the words into the meat of your mound. Fingers working harder, faster, pressing kisses against the plentiful expanse of your inner thigh. Blood coated her lips, nose, and chin, every kiss leaving a trail of red. "Look at you; I wish I would've brought the strap; feel your body, watch you move, honey-- So fuckin' pretty, all for me." she'd sit up, kissing at the soft plush of your stomach and back down as she'd shift her weight, the elbow of her prosthetic pressing firm into the mattress as she kept harsh hold of your thigh, her fingers pumping as she'd add a third.

The idea of her using that shimmer-powered thing on you, filling your mind with ideas you dare not speak aloud. Back arching, hands tugging at the pin-straight strands of her hair.

"Ooohh my god-- please, Sev-"

"Please, what, sweething?"

"I can't"

"Oh, yes you can, baby." Her voice was smooth and almost teasing, it made you clench around the thick calloused meat of her fingers rubbing against the dips and edges of your innermost flesh.

Sevika couldn't keep her eyes off you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, the way your face contorted with a delicious sense of pain and pleasure all at once. She loved pushing and making you scream and cry for her. The raw scent of your sex, of your blood, was driving her crazy, her mind buzzing and focused on every little sound every little twitch of your flesh.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" the flat of her tongue pressed firm against the aching flesh of your clit, it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Yes-- yes, I'm your good girl, please." The sound of your whining was enough for Sevika to clench her thighs together, shifting her hips as she pressed the pads of her fingers as deep as she could get. "Cum for me, good girl, one last time, I swear it." It would almost be embarrassing, the way she could command an orgasm from you but she could. The intensity of it made your hands come up to cover your face as you tried to muffle the scream that would rip through your lungs. The lukewarm metal of Sevika's arm was the only thing holding your hips down as she kept her fingers pumping until she seemed to deem it enough. Bringing the digits up to her mouth as she licked them as clean as she could.

A callous laugh left her as she seemed to take notice of the mess down her front.

"You made a mess," she'd state affectionately, leaning down to press kisses from the flesh of your stomach up to the curve of your shoulder. "Let's go get clean." You could hardly answer, breathing heavily and unevenly as you sat up, watching her undress further before going to detach her arm. It wasn't often that Sevika showed affection like this, but you weren't complaining. To bare herself nude and quite literally unarmed before you was a show of trust you'd never expected from her, but cherished nevertheless. Comfort is a state of being, foreign yet seemingly only achieved by Sevika when she's with you.

Sweet Nectar

sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

contains: dom!sevika, sub!reader, food mention, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, little bit of dirty talk, sevika and reader are married

description: sevika helps herself to a snack after a long day of working around the house, and the way she eats it makes you hope you’re next.

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Curled up on your living room couch with your latest book, you’re in full relaxation mode as you wait for Sevika to finish the yard work outside. She’s been working on the garden for the last couple of weekends and this morning, she told you she’d be done by today.

Taking a sip of the lemonade in front of you, the sliding door opens and your eyes flick up to your wife walking in, hoping this means she’s finally finished. Taking off her muddy boots, she strolls over to the kitchen in only her white undershirt and old pair of jeans, both sullied with dirt.

One of the biggest perks of being married to the woman of your dreams is that you’re able to stare at her all you want, and you are taking full advantage right now. All she’s doing is washing her hand in the sink, careful not to wet her prosthetic, but every little movement causes a ripple effect in her back muscles and a twinge in your lower belly.

After a minute or so, she turns towards you, wiping herself off with a towel, and starts informing you of her work in the garden today, letting you know it was finally completed. You don’t register what she’s saying for a few seconds, too engrossed in the way her forearm is flexing as she throws the towel over her shoulder, the slight sheen of sweat over her face capturing all your focus.

Sevika can tell you’re not really paying attention, you’ve let it be known that her doing housework is a big turn on for you, and honestly, she loves it. She knows the effect she has on you and is soaking it up, feeling the intensity of your gaze all over her.

Continuing her one sided conversation, she turns to the fruit bowl on the counter, looking for a snack and decides on a perfectly ripe orange. Pulling out the wooden cutting board from the lower cabinet, she grabs a knife and slices the orange into four wedges, not having the patience to peel it. She asks you about the book you’re reading as she raises a juicy piece to her mouth, and the sight has your reply fading into a sigh.

Her tongue ever so softly pokes out, catching the corner as she begins applying force and separating it from the peel. Catching it between her teeth, she pulls until the edible portion is sitting between her lips and bites down, juice dribbling down her chin to her neck.

The view is unnecessarily erotic and you squeeze your legs together, suddenly becoming desperate for friction. Your wife resumes eating her snack like nothing is happening, now looking at you expectantly because you still haven’t answered her. When she sees how blown your pupils are, she really begins taking her time, locking eyes with you as more and more fluid covers her face and hand.

By the time she’s done, you’re holding your breath in fear a moan will slip out. The sight of a sweaty Sevika looking at you like she wants to eat you next is too much. Throwing her trash away, she decides not to clean herself off, instead slowly walking over and standing right in front of you. Your legs start parting on their own accord and a knowing smile settles on her face.

“Did you hear what I asked you, baby?”

Looking up at her with hooded eyes and a slightly parted mouth, you don’t even try to pretend you’re not horny as hell. Shaking your head, she leans down, placing her hands on either side of your hips, squeezing the fabric of the couch.

“Mm. Any reason why?”

That causes you to roll your eyes a bit. She loves hearing you talk her up, it boosts her ego like nothing else in the world. You know this, but decide to play dumb for a moment, wanting to tease her the way she did you.

“Not really. Just kinda zoned out.”

“Is that so?”

Sevika then closes some of the distance between you two, noses centimeters apart.

“Didn’t have anything to do with the way you were watching me?”

Your eyes flick down to her lips, seeing that the juice from the aforementioned fruit is still covering the bottom half of her face. It gives you flashbacks to similar activities and almost causes your resolve to break. Inhaling, you slowly lean down, letting the tip of your tongue lick from her chin to her bottom lip, hearing a deep groan.

“Maybe.”

Wasting no more time, Sevika captures your lips in a deep kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist, causing her shirt to slightly rise. The two of you settle into a slow but intense rhythm, tongues sliding against each other and you taste the citrus on hers. Your hands move to rest in her hair and you eventually tug, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes open. Deciding that she can take advantage of the space, she starts winding you up.

“If I don’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, angel.”

A whine escapes you, and when you try to close the distance, Sevika backs away just out of reach. Scoffing, you try to pull her to you instead but she’s as strong as she looks and doesn’t move an inch.

“I’m not jealous of an orange Sev, I just, I wanna kiss you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. I just want you to admit it.”

Whining, you know she’s not gonna kiss you until you give her what she wants, and at this point, your ego is the last thing you care about.

“Fine, I want you to eat me the way you were eating the damn fruit, happy?”

A wicked grin spread across your wife’s face, and you sigh in relief, knowing you’re finally getting somewhere.

“Ecstatic.”

She dips down again, slotting your mouth against yours and a satisfied hum leaves you. After a few minutes of that, the heat between your legs makes itself known and you know you need more.

“Sev, baby, I, ah…”

Her fingers slip beneath your waistband, dragging through your folds before she raises them to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watch the way her eyes shut, how her tongue caresses every inch of skin, and you know you’re the luckiest person in the world. She somehow always anticipates what you need before you can even say it, and you’re getting wetter by the second.

“I know, let me.”

Pushing a finger into you, your back arches off the couch, feeling her pump into you at an even pace. Knuckle deep, she pulls almost all the way out before adding a second one and you’re now grinding down onto her hand, feeling the heel of her palm adding pressure to your clit.

“That feels so good, please.”

Your response was all she needed to hear and a wave of arousal shoots through her veins. The sight of you squirming beneath her, cheeks flushed and clothes in disarray, is everything she wants to see. She captures your lips, kissing you with an urgency she knows you crave.

"Fuck, baby."

She murmurs against your lips, voice low and husky. Her fingers move a bit faster as you moan softly into her mouth. Sevika knows you like the back of her hand and has you writhing in no time.

"Let me hear you."

She’s always loved how sensitive you are. Just the sound of her voice is enough to turn you on but the effect is amplified when she adds that rough edge to it. Your fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt, pulling her down until you’re able to bury your head in the crook of her neck. You let out a shaky breath, lips grazing the underside of her jaw before they rest lightly against her pulse point.

“Sev,” you whine, “I’m close, please, I need you.”

Your desperate voice begging for her is like music to Sevika’s ears. She picks up the pace, grinding her palm down harshly against your clit. You cry out, hips bucking up to meet her hand and your grip tightens on her.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her free hand lifts from the couch and cups your jaw, maneuvering you so she can capture your mouth in another kiss. You’re on the edge of climax, whimpering into her mouth as Sevika keeps her relentless pace, and when she feels you clench around her, she knows it’s time.

“Cum for me.”

Your brain short circuits, and when she commands you like that, you have no choice but to obey. You bite onto her shoulder to muffle the scream ripping through your throat and your entire body tenses up, legs shaking wildly.

She guides you through your high, slowing her fingers but not stopping until you’re back to laying on the couch. She pulls them out, and before you can protest, presses them to your mouth. You moan softly, wrapping your lips around the digits and tasting yourself. Sevika groans, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?”

Blinking down at her, it takes a second for your eyes to focus but then you see the care in your wife’s eyes and you gently nod.

“I’m amazing.”

Pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, Sevika leans forward and begins lifting your shirt.

“Good, cause I’m not done yet.”

She gets rid of your shorts and underwear next, peeling the last layer away slowly and watching the strings of cum stretch until they break. Leaving you completely bare, she pushes your legs apart, seeing the mess you made and audibly groaning.

“Fucking hell.”

Kneeling onto the ground, she grabs each of your thighs in her hands, careful not to be too rough with her prosthetic. Your eyes watch her the entire way, heartbeat thumping with anticipation. Dragging her nose along your inner thigh, the smell that hits her makes her mouth water, and she knows she’s about to enjoy this.

Bumping your clit with her nose causes you to let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from the first round only moments ago. Smiling at your reaction, she makes sure you’re looking at her when she envelops her full lips around it and sucks.

Every touch feels like electricity pulsing through you. Sevika’s eyes never leave yours, watching you closely for any sign that it’s too much, but every twitch and shudder just spurs her on more. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs and her mouth is relentless against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Those words are all you can seem to utter, over and over again, as she begins to work your swollen clit in circles with her tongue, alternating between long, slow laps and quick, pointed suctions.

She can feel your fingers curling in her hair again. It doesn’t hurt, not at all, but the action lets Sevika know how good this feels, how badly you want it. When she’s in this state, she lives for you like this, wrecked beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s locked on your gaze again, feeling you quiver above her.

"You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you, angel? So desperate and needy.”

Nodding rapidly, you sit up a couple minutes later and it takes everything in you to lightly push your wife away.

“Wait, Sev.”

Not expecting that at all, she backs away and looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Is It too much, are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just, I need to see you, can you take off your shirt?”

Realizing what you were getting at, she smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

She reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of her undershirt and pulling it off effortlessly before dropping it to the floor. Her upper body is on full display, and you get all the time you want to greedily roam over every defined muscle.

Your eyes trail from her broad shoulders, down to her full breasts, decorated with the nipple piercings she surprised you with one day. Looking lower, you count each individual ab, her belly button piercing catching the light just right, and bringing your gaze to the thick happy trail that disappears into her jeans. You could cum just from this sight alone.

"Better?”

Glancing up at her, you see the cockiness displayed on her face clear as day, and it is so well deserved. Nodding, you reach up and grip her chin, bringing her into a sloppy kiss before shoving her head down between your legs again. She wastes no time getting back to where she was, treating you like her last meal on earth.

Looking down at your new view, you audibly moan, seeing the blissful look on Sevika’s face and being able to watch her naked back at the same has you inching closer and closer to the edge. Scratching your nails along her shoulders, she moans into you and the vibration has you humping her face.

“I’m close, Sev, just a little more.”

Before you can even tell her what you need, she reaches a hand up and begins playing with your nipple, pulling and squeezing and rolling it.

“Yes! Oh you’re so good to me, baby, fuck.”

Grinding into her face now, Sevika shoves her tongue inside of you and starts reaching for your most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over until you can’t take it anymore. When you start whining ah, ah, ah, she knows you’re about to tip over and takes her hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it until she feels your body tense up.

The band in your stomach snaps and you flood Sevika’s face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. By the time you’re done, your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants. Sevika slowly pulls away, giving you a chance to come down from your high before gently cleaning you up her tongue, not letting anything go to waste.

When she’s finished, she moves to sit next to you, carefully pulling you into her arms. Wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand, she looks incredibly pleased with herself, and you can see just how much she’s loving your current state of bliss.

A satisfied hum leaves her chest as she holds you close, letting you nuzzle into her neck. One of her hands drifts down to stroke your side, feeling the shiver when her fingers graze along your ribs. She loves being able to touch you like this, comfortable in the intimacy of the moment. You’re draped over her, completely spent, and she’s still on alert in case you need anything.

“How was that?”

Shaking your head, you gently bite the corner of her jaw.

“Delicious.”

Sevika smiles at that and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah? Cause you definitely taste better than that orange, I promise you.”

That gets a laugh out of you, pressing your face into her neck as you slap her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking annoying, I swear,” you tell her with a smile.

Letting your eyes roam, they land on Sevika’s chest, sweaty and slightly heaving. You know she’s worked up, especially after two rounds, and she looks enticing as ever. Needing to return the favor, you lean up and whisper into her ear.

“What do you say…we take this to the room?”

Sliding your hand across her stomach, you curl a finger into the hair there and start playing with her waistband. She looks over at you, pupils widening as she bites her lower lip.

“That sounds good.”

Thinking for a second, you cup her chin, slowly licking into her mouth before standing up and walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

While you continue down the hallway, Sevika sits frozen on the couch, taken aback by how quickly you turned the tables on her. Once she recovers, she sprints after you, catching up and throwing you over her shoulder, your giggles being heard through the rest of the house.

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Oneshots:

Dom Kingpin!Sevika ✮ Virgin!ReaderxSevika ✮ Subby Sevika✮ Butch4Butch Sev x Reader

Drabbles:

Sevika Tribbing ✮ On a High ✮ Making Sevika Squirt ✮

Headcanons:

Soft Sevika[HC]❁

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Oneshots:

Modern CEO Ambessa x Butch Secretary Reader "Surrender" [Ambessa x Sevika]

Drabbles:

Dom!Ambessa/Sevika x Reader✮ Aftercare w/ Ambessa✮❁

Key ; ✮: smut | ❁: fluff | Strike: In Progress

Hiya!

Can we get Ran x Reader having sex for the first time?

Thankss

"I'll Make You Feel Good."

Ran x Virgin!Reader

smut, virginity loss, strap, groping, not proofread.

First time with Ran was something you never thought would've been so special. You were laid on the bed on your back as you stared at them, "Are you sure?" Ran asked you for the third time as they inside the harness of their shirt, letting the shirt fall to the floor too.

"Yeah, I'm a 100% sure," you said, slowly letting your legs spread, revealing your tight, sopping cunt. You took a deep breath as you watched Ran move about the room. They were nervous too, and you could feel to, "Never taken someone's virginity, hm?" You asked.

"I have, just," Ran sat beside your laying frame on the bed, cradling the side of your face, "You're special."

Their lips were so plump against yours as they kissed you gently, you giggled against their lips and pushed your tongue inside their mouth catching them by surprise. Ran let you explore their mouth for as long as you wanted but when they felt your jaw slackening, they pulled back.

"Okay, then, I just wanna make sure you'll be okay," Ran got up, letting their pants and panties hit the floor too. You stared with a toothy grin as Ran put on the strap.

The size was intimidating, yeah, but you were pretty sure you could handle it. It was a black strap with a bulbous head, adorned with ridges and bumps in the right places.

"I'm a big girl," you whispered.

"Tell me if this stings then, big girl," Ran said, rubbing the tip of the strap against your slit before letting it sink past the initial resistance gently.

You took a deep breath, "It's actually not that bad." You buried your face into the crook of their neck, "Mmm... You smell good, too."

Ran chuckled, "Oh, yeah?" They moved their hips so the strap sunk in a few more inches. Your breath hitched as your eyes squeezed shut trying to accommodate yourself to the pain that you felt she ti the sudden stretch. "Fuck, is it too much?" Ran asked, their voice bordering on panic.

"No, just 'bout right," you whispered in answer, nibbling at their neck, leaving some hickeys and bite marks on your wake.

Ran chuckled, tilting their head back so you could access more of their skin. Their hips started moving in a slow pace, gently pistoning back and forth. The strap, the thick shaft was squeezed between your gummy, drenched walls as you tried to breathe through the pain.

"R-Ran, maybe let's go a little faster."

"Are you sure, sweetheart? I don't want to accidentally hurt you," Ran said before they stilled, massaging your breasts with both hands.

The cold metal of their hand perked your nipples instantly. As they started moving faster than before, you let out a throaty moan, hand reaching up to grab onto Ran's short hair. Your eyebrows furrowed up, face twisting in the pleasure that threatened to swallow you whole.

"I'll be okay," you reassured them before pressing your nose against theirs, "Just go faster," you said as your hot breath brushed against their lips.

"As you say, princess."

Ran slowly started moving their hips back and forth, the strap invading your deepest areas causing your back to leave the surface of the bed. You could hear the schlick sounds of the strap dragging against your wet walls with a painful stretch. But the pleasure easily outdid the pain. Your legs came up and wrapped around Ran's waist.

"Oh, baby, please," you moaned in her ear causing Ran to shiver a little.

"You sound so good," Ran nibbled at the side of your neck, tracing their tongue on your collarbone and neck.

They didn't waste anytime, now that you'd given them the go to pace up, they didn't waste a single moment. Every thrust was designed to break you in, bring you close to the edge but yet you could sense the teasing undertone of the thrusts their hips coerced.

"Ran," you breathed against their ear, "Need to cum," you said, voice lowering an octave. Ran couldn't help getting wet at the sound of your voice.

The way you spoke. It was seductive, something Ran had never even imagined in your voice. "Yeah?" Ran tried their best to smirk at you, as if your words had no effect on them. But they knew better than that, and so did you.

"Oh Ran," you moaned, voice shuddering when you pronounced their name, dragging out each letter. Your tone was utterly sinful. "Please, make me cum on your cock, won't you?" Your fingers wrapped around the back of their throat, pulling them closer, "Make me cum, Ran, only you can."

"You know what you're doing," Ran muttered as they slammed the strap deep, rubbing the tip of it against your cervix deliciously, "And you're fucking enjoying it, too."

You let out a loud moan of their name, legs uncrossing around their hips and toes curling. So close. Ran slammed it deeper again, hands trailing down to grab your waist and pull you close to themself as they continued pounding you against the mattress ruthlessly.

And to say, this person just so happened to be scared of hurting you, taking your virginity.

Now, they were marking you, relentlessly slamming their hips against yours. The irony. "Cum for me," they said in a grunt, their clit rubbing against the base of the silicone cock, "Fuck, cum," they ordered again before adding in a low, needy croak, "Please."

You pulled them closer, arms tightening around their frame before you came undone over the strap. Your body twitched and you tensed up, letting Ran help you ride out your high, "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

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synopsis; outlaw cowboy sevika takes a detour and ends up lost at night with nowhere to stay. stumbling over to your house, she hopes it's not an old husband with a rifle and luckily, it's not.

pairing; outlaw cowboy sevika x widow farm-girl reader

cw; age gap, inexperienced (w/ women) reader, experienced sevika, sub!reader, dom!sevika, oral (r!receiving), tribbing

The sun blared down relentlessly on the farm, a scorching sunset that felt more suited to the height of summer than the gentle welcome of spring. The air shimmered with heat and humidity, and the horses stood restlessly, needing constant relief, their flanks fanned with hastily created gusts and cool buckets of water at the ready, providing brief moments of respite from the sweltering heat. It was that time of year again when the pace quickened and the workload surged, a stark reminder of the solitude that had settled over the farm. You shouldered the immense responsibility alone, grappling with the demands of each day, marking the second year since your husband had passed. Yet, the absence was not necessarily what left you scarred, but the loneliness.

The sundress draped over your boots, its delicate fabric gathering at the hem as you hiked it up to avoid the mud that threatened to cling to the ruffles at the bottom. Your hand shielded your features from the harsh sun, refilling the buckets of water constantly at the horse's disposal. Once the job was done, you rushed towards the steps into your home. Sitting on one of the steps, you removed your boots with grace and kept them on the stairs before wandering into your house.

As Sevika’s horse trotted along the parched dirt path, it kicked up a swirling cloud of dust that danced in the golden light of the setting sun. The outlines of a quaint village began to emerge, revealing a tapestry of little houses nestled amid patches of vibrant green grass and fields dotted with diligent farmers. The warm hues of dusk cast long shadows, and Sevika squinted against the sun's glare, readjusting her wide-brimmed hat to shield her eyes. Her sense of direction wavered, adding a hint of uncertainty to her journey as she moved toward a barn.

She had no choice but to ask for hospitality from a stranger. Her best bet was to find someone's wife on a good day instead of an old man with a rifle and in the know about her crimes. It was unlikely such a situation would conclude in her demise, but rather another dilemma to cover up. A clueless woman she could butter up with a charming gaze and the seducing threat of her strap carried on her hip.

Sevika dismounted from her horse, the leather saddle creaking softly as she slid to the ground. With a practiced motion, she looped the reins around a sturdy post. As she strolled toward the imposing wooden doors of the largest barn, her hat threatened to slip from her head, catching the afternoon breeze. She ascended the worn steps, her boots clicking evenly against the weathered wood, and caught sight of a pair of feminine boots resting by the entrance. With a mix of curiosity and caution, she lifted her hand, her knuckles rapping sharply against the door, her expression unyielding just in case.

Your eyes shot open at the thudding coming from your front door, putting down the heavy load of laundry with a lavender aroma to go towards your lock. Your hands trembled as you twisted the lock, reminding yourself of where your late husband's gun was. With a swift motion, the door creaked open to reveal the intimidating and broad figure of a woman with a familiar face. Your lips parted in an O shape, scars painted through out Sevika’s arms and the holster around her hips. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the bulging muscles and mean expression, words stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Sevika’s jaw unclenched at the pure sight of a tender woman, floral pattern sundress reaching down to her toes. Sevika palmed the hat, removing it out of manners and respect. Her expression now turned sickeningly sweet, a smirk plastered across her lips. “Good day, ma’am.” Sevika spoke with a bourbon-smooth voice. Your hands formed into fists around the fabric of your dress, unsure of what this woman wanted. “Please.. I'm not old enough for such a title,” You joked in response, a humorless chuckle leaving your mouth.

Sevika winked, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. “Well, me and my horse are unfortunately a lost cause. Been on my travels and it seems I took the wrong turn.” She shifted to the side, allowing you the sight of a nearly dehydrated horse. Pity overwhelmed you, a pout gracing your face. Animals always were your soft spot. “Oh goodness, that's terrible,” Even now with the information given to you, it confirmed your suspicions. This woman had a large bounty on her head, her face established in every newspaper. But Lord, how could you deny the willing and attractive face, especially in times of loneliness?

“Do you think I could spend the night here, miss?” Sevika’s voice carries a subtle urgency, a plea veiled in the softness of her words. You pause, biting your glossy bottom lip as a swirl of thoughts dances through your mind. She’s not just armed with a weapon; there’s a strength about her that draws you in, making the prospect of her company seem less daunting.

With a gentle nod, you agree, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected invitation. You swiftly maneuver your boots back onto your feet, readying yourself to tend to the horse. A sigh of relief escapes Sevika, though behind her calm demeanor lurks a myriad of unanswered questions about your innocence.

Following your lead, she grasps the rope with a firm yet careful grip, guiding the horse alongside you. The air is thick with the earthy scent of the stable as you move in harmonious silence, your hands deftly lifting the hem of your dress to prepare food and water. You attend to the animals with polish, filling separate buckets with food and water.

It wasn't long before you both headed inside, Sevika removing her boots outside your home and hanging the hat up on a rack. Your home was picturesque and tidy, with no physical stench of a husband or a man left behind. You stood behind the counter of your kitchen, holding a damp rag in nervousness. “I'm sure you must be parched,” You broke the silence, gazing up at Sevika. She cocks a brow at your fidgety behavior but thinks nothing of it, nodding and leaning against your counter. “Is iced tea to your liking?” You mumble and Sevika nods once again.

You got to work, the citrus scent and taste of iced tea beginning to fill the crevices of your home, the laundry completely forgotten as your mind was fixed on the woman. You kept your gaze averted, squeezing the lemons, and then stuttering out a question. “Will you continue to flaunt the harness around your hips or would you prefer a place to store them?” Sevika chuckles at how observing you were, the sound of metal clacking at bay while she lays it on the counter. “I'm sure you're curious,“ She daunts. You giggle sweetly and pour two glasses for you and the older woman. “There is quite much to be curious about.” You state as the icy beverage slips down your dry throat. “Yeah, likewise.” She hums out and mimics your gestures.

“You can ask away, Sevika.” You slip up, her name stumbling off your tongue with such ease. You could only possibly know from the name in bold on every daily newspaper. Your fingers crossed anxiously hoping she didn't catch that. All Sevika did was raise a brow, noticeably troubled. She shrugs it off, walking closer to you and strumming a hand on your waist. “You're not married.” She stated, her hand grazing over yours, fingers tracing the spot on where a ring was supposed to be.

You jerked your hand away, “He passed.” She hurls at the words, hand moving towards your face. Your solitude left you in an utmost desperate and pathetic state, leaning into her touch. She hid her resentment as she spoke, “Pity,” Her hands tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, keeping eye contact with you as your lashes fluttered at her. “You shoulder the responsibility of both man and woman.” Sevika pities, nearly coming into your ear. You shake your head thoughtlessly.

Sevika observed the way you shuddered, each subtle twitch betraying the vulnerability you felt whenever her hands brushed your skin. You were inexperienced in the realm of intimacy with women, particularly with someone as seasoned and older as she was, whose presence both intrigued and intimidated you. Each gentle touch sent ripples of uncertainty through you, awakening sensations you had never encountered before. Her past of crime alongside the thoughts that worried you clouded your mind. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She mumbled, her lips hovering over your ear and cheek, leaving you breathless. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

You shake your head, observing how she pressed her body flush against yours with no care. “Have you?” Your little whisper of intrigue made Sevika chuckle, ghosting kisses down your neck. You felt dirty and guilty for making such a mockery of your late husband. So close to making love in his own home. You simply wanted to be kind and shelter a woman for a day or two. “Oh, darling.” She humored you, tongue soaking the sides of your jawline, eyebrows knitting together. “I've had many— younger, older, meaner.” Her laundry list could potentially go on. “I don't think any have been as sweet as you, could bite into you and it’d be pure sugarcane.” Her teasing seemed like mocking yet she truly meant most of it. Nonetheless, he enjoyed your little gasps.

Your lips hovered just inches apart, poised for connection, yet she could see the reluctance flickering in your eyes, a hint of shame casting a shadow over the moment. It was a feeling she didn’t want to linger. With a soft sigh, Sevika stepped back, arching an eyebrow as she distanced herself from the counter. "Is there anywhere I can freshen up? The sun has set below the horizon; it feels like it’s finally time for some rest," she remarked, her tone blending curiosity with a hint of playfulness.

You break out of the trance, guiding her softly toward the bathroom. As she navigates the living room, her gaze catches on the open newspaper sprawled across the coffee table, featuring a prominent image of her face that commands attention. A small laugh escapes her lips, and she quickens her pace to follow after you, a spark of entertainment in her eyes. It seems you held less unknowingness than she initially thought.

Her shower lasted 20 minutes, granting you a rare moment of silence to collect yourself. You took the time to light candles scattered throughout your home, their warm flickering flames casting a soft, ambient glow that filled the space with clarity. Leaning back on the sofa with cozy, off-white blankets, you folded the freshly washed clothes, the fabric soft and fragrant, as you savored the comforting atmosphere that surrounded you. You could hardly focus on the repetitive movements, leg bouncing with anticipation for her to hurry out. As the water began to drain, avid footsteps on the wooden clad floor making herself known.

The light presented her with a more in-depth portrayal than simple sunlight, a black, cropped wife-pleaser decorating her expansive shoulders and back, the lack of a bra letting you stare at her hardened nipples. You tried to avoid that, staring down towards her mid-rise pants that exposed the trail of hair leading up towards her navel. A throaty whimper escaped you, crossing your legs scandalously. “Am I sleeping on a couch or a bed? Anything of the sort is fine,” Sevika was consciously avoiding the elephant in the room, her previous suggestive touch. You cleared your throat, eyeing her face instead which had damp, face-framing strands of hair covering some features.

“You could take the guest room,” You mumbled, pinching the flame in the living room and walking toward the end of the hallway. An untouched room was opened, perfectly set up for any potential or unwarranted guests. She towered over you when beside you, leaning against the doorframe while observing the spare room. She walks in, hand flat on the cotton sheets. You let out a long breath while turning around.

Your steps were interrupted by Sevika’s voice and arm reaching out for you. Her larger hand on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps trailing up your body. “Yes?” You whispered, the crack in your voice betraying your attempted indifference. “Tell me,” Sevika began, turning you completely around while shutting the door with her heel. She could smell the fear from you. “How did you know my name? Why didn't you fear the guns I carried?” Sevika knew the answer to all of this, she enjoyed the way you scurried for excuses. Yet, you fell silent.

Her laugh echoed, holding you against her and guiding your figure towards the bed. “You act so unassuming, nearly fooled me, dollface.” You whined, hands already flooding towards her and groping the parts you wished to touch. She had caught you, there was no purpose in hiding your core emotions. “You knew who I was, what I’m guilty of.” She murmured against your virgin neck, finally nibbling on it while she pushed you down on the bed and straddled your hips.

“Answer me this, dear,” She started up, kissing your neck and cheek while squeezing your sensitive tits. You had already lost all will of resistance, arms circling her neck and legs wrapped around her torso. “Did you just want me to fuck you?” Her vulgarity took you by surprise, pulling your head away and staring into her eyes. Something about how unapologetic she was made you want to be the same back. “Ye-yea.” Sevika shook her head and forcefully came to your clothes, working them off of your frame.

You both end up completely nude, your sopping cunt begging for some friction. You had no clue how to do this nor how to pleasure her, you were squeamish, stuttering while asking for instructions. “Woman, relax.” She huffed out, pushing you onto your back and kissing down to your pussy. “Just let me take care of everything.” You were holding your breath till her tongue came down flat on your sensitive cunt, an exhaled moan shakily leaving you. She latched onto your clit, suckling on it till your hands tugged at her hair.

Her fervor when pumping her tongue inside of your entrance had your back arching off the mattress, squirming away from her touch. “Don’t run, doll,” She said muffled, holding you down with a firm arm as you babble softly. “Think— think i’m, ngh-” She chuckles as you clench around her tongue, pulling away and not giving you enough relief to suffice for an orgasm. Your whimpers increased, tugging harsher on her hair to try and bring her back but failing. “So damn spoiled. Be patient.”

You nodded with built-up patience, watching her hover above you. She manhandled your legs, forcing them into an easier access position. Your pretty cunt was on display, perfect for her to grind against. It wasn't too long of staring before she placed her own pussy against yours. Your clit catches on hers, her much larger one fucking against yours. You couldn't resist the relentless babbles, eyes rolling back in immense pleasure.

Your own clit wasn't as large as hers, it caught you by surprise. Your hand shot up to her hips, trying to guide her to right spots but she seemingly knew more than you. Her palms used your tits as leverage, fucking against your frantically. “Sev’, goddd, can’t take it!” you ramble, head thrown back along with your eyes going completely white. The ego boost from how sensitive you were was so good, forcing her to groan and keep rubbing her sensitive and swollen pussy quicker against yours. “Dirty girl, been begging for this relief huh?” She mocked.

She reached her lips down against yours and finally kissed you, slipping her tongue past your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, lips eventually giving out as her wet cunt dripped onto yours harshly. “Fucking husband– shittt— o-of yours couldn't make you cum this hard,” She boasted, reducing you to tears and moans.

The room had a stench of sex and sweat, nasty squelching and wet noises bouncing off the walls. A knot formed in both of your tummies, her hips stuttering against yours as she neared her orgasm. Her cum was creamy, dripping down onto your asshole. You followed quickly after, scratching at her back with your manicured nails as the orgasm crashed into you. “Just love knowing you’re fucking someone who could blow your head off, babygirl?” You whimpered and nodded, humping her and rutting up against her. She kissed your forehead, beads of sweat forcing your hair to stick to it.

“Sweet girl,” Sevika grumbled and kisses down your neck, not disconnecting her cunt from yours yet as you held her closer. The rest of the night was spent among giggles and cleaning up, limbs tangled as the moonlight seeped through the sheer curtains. You were unsure if you'd ever see her again for months going on by, she was an outlaw, you were well aware. Regardless, she promised to write you before mounting her horse again early in the morning.

what about a navy! sevika x farmer! reader where the both of them are on the edge of their relationship because sevika won't prioritize her wife because reader wants to start a family before reader eventually goes out to her garden in the middle of the night.

sevika then follows her wife to the garden to she apologies and beg for forgiveness before they eventually got really really breeding kink, praise kink intimate on the grass in the garden in the middle of the night

Little You's, Little Me's, but Janna, Little You's...

Navy!Sevika x Farmer!Reader

Contains smut, angst, breeding, praise kink, lovey sex, impregnation, possible depressed!reader, modern au, Sevika G!P

Beyond frustration.

With the basic supply and demand of fruits and vegetables during spring, you're always on your feet running errands and supplying food. It gets tiring after a while especially when after a particularly heavy night even when you come back there is no loving wife of yours to greet you, hold you, sleep with you or even have sex with at this point.

And you knew perfectly well this was because Sevika didn't want kids and you did, so whenever you guys would talk now it'd get awkward because of that. When you both met you both had planned out your entire future together but now it all seemed in shambles. The woman you had married, who once said she loved children, didn't anymore. Your marriage was at an all time low, Sevika was so busy with her work and missions that she was barely even available anymore and it made you so sad.

At the beginning you had thought she was cheating but then you both had a huge fight about it, it's been distant since that one fight. Today was your anniversary and this was the first anniversary you spent without Sevika, sitting by the staircase in front of the front door, praying to Janna she comes back tonight because you have so much to ask. Does she even love you anymore?

"You don't sound sorry," You retorted angrily, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

The door clicks at 3 AM and Sevika slips in. She sees you at the staircase and sighed. "I know I'm sorry." She said her voice nonchalant which made you further mad.

"What do you want me to say?!" Sevika yelled back, her voice booming, making yours seem like a puppy's bark, "I'm not bending backwards and apologising for no shit, you know very well what my job expects of me, and if you can't handle that maybe you should buy yourself some maturity!—"

You could hear the faint snoring, Sevika was probably sleeping on the couch. You stayed there curled up in bed, leaning against the bedframe with tears pricking your eyes. You could feel the warmth of the tears falling down your cheek, it's been a while since you've felt any sort of warm anyway.

"All this just because I wanna settle down? I'm not getting any younger, Sev..." Tears appear at your eyes and you say nothing as you stormed upstairs and into your shared bedroom, curling up in bed. You felt miserable now. You waited for her to come in the bedroom and comfort you but you didn't hear her walking in so after you got up and looked around, the bedroom was still empty. It made you feel even more hopeless than before.

2 days pass, it's been the same except now you don't even get up to water your garden, nurture the plants. You just stay in your room, eat in your room, sleep in your room and sulk in your room. You wanted to cry, scream and just disappear but you also loved Sevika so immensely that it was eating away at your whole being at this point.

It was late at night and you couldn't hear Sevika snoring from down the hall, usually it was the white noise that helped you sleep but today you didn't even know if she was home. Body too tired to move from mental exhaustion but you forced yourself out of bed, almost stumbling into the wall as you walked down the hall. Your eyes squinted in the darkness and finally found the doorknob, you opened it and a small gust of wind greeted you. You sighed again, heart heavy, you just wanted Sevika.

Whichever it was, you didn't really care. Still staring into nothingness. You felt the figure kneel down behind you, "Baby," came Sevika's soft voice, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said all that."

You walked outside and sat down on the grass, curling up there. A while later, you hear the crunching sounds of the grass signalling Sevika either stepped out of the house too and into your garden or some mindless killer had broken into the fencing and would kill you.

You turned to look at her, eyes tired, face sunken.

"Love," Sevika gently held the side of your face, "Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said. I'm just scared. I'm being a little bitch but I'm so fucking scared that I won't be able to give my little ones enough time. I already don't give you time and—"

"Mm, it's okay," you said, looking away at the ground.

"No, it's not okay, I'm ready now. I'm sorry for being so cowardly, I couldn't even tell you, I thought you'd assume I'm weak."

"It's okay," you said now cracking a small smile as Sevika leaned in and kissed you, "Mm..." The kiss deepened, your body pressing into hers as you both kissed.

"I'd love to see little you's, little me's running around. Oh but Janna, little you's," Sevika said, her voice a little dreamy before she continued kissing you making you moan a little in her mouth, that gets her immediately hard.

"Doing so well, my baby," Sevika muttered as she tugged her sweat pants down just enough for her massive erect cock to slap up against her stomach, oozing precum.

Her hard cock pressing against your clothed sex through her sweatpants but she doesn't stop kissing you. Sevika nips at your jaw, and your neck as she moved lower. Her hands slipping beneath your blouse as she palmed your breasts. She was being soft and slow. Something you've rarely seen during sex. You tilt your head back giving her better access to continue her ministrations.

"Stuff me with your cum," You cooed in her ear which was probably tearing away at any forming hesitations in Sevika's head. She didn't need telling twice when she pushed your panties to the side and penetrated you. Her cock slipping in your slick wet folds with ease, buried snuggly within you.

"You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well," Sevika mumbled, she would always go pussy drunk whenever she was inside you mainly because you were so lewdly wet and your pussy was so tight.

Sevika pistoned her hips, pushing deeper into your cunt with each thrust, hands coming down to roll and twist your nipples between thick fingers that didn't hesitate going down your throat too, making you choke and drool.

"S-Sevika..." You whispered and then moaned loudly as she got a little faster.

"That good, yeah, baby? You like it? Want more?" Sevika cooed and you nodded, barely able to make sense out of her words as she thrusted in and out. Your juices coated her shaft completely, you needed more of her.

"Sevika, Sevika," you continued babbling her name and moaning softly with every kiss of her cock to your cervix, it felt far too good.

"Gonna cum in this pretty pussy," Sevika panted out, kissing you deeply. As she gave one ast thrust, you could feel your pussy filling up with her warm semen. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, she didn't pull out though, she stayed inside for a bit before she slowly pulled out, letting your panties back on your vagina.

"They'll get soaked," you whined.

Sevika picked you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom, letting you lay down as she cleaned herself off and then you too, running you a warm bubble bath.

"I don't care, keep it inside," Sevika kissed you again.

"I'm so sorry for fucking up our anniversary," Sevika leaned in, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair gently as she helped washed your sore body.

"It's okay," you said with a tired smile, "I'm just really sleepy..."

"I know," Sevika gave you a half smile before picking you up, drying you off and putting you in bed, tucking you in. She got in bed too beside you and held you close.

"Soon... We'll have a little human all to ourselves," Sevika thought out loud to herself, looking at your already asleep face, "Sleep well, love."

Wife!Ambessa Medarda Headcanons!!

A/n: HEY YALL, i hope you guys love it as much as I do, also if 9,10& 11 seem like their written weird, i had the last part all ready done, but i forgot to save, cause im an idiot😓.

* To people on the outside. Ambessa is a hard, scary, worthless warlod, but to you shes a caring and gentle wife, who will and has spoiled you rotten

* Ambessa worships the ground you walk on(and vice versa) and really let you do whatever you what! (You want to throw a massive tea party with the most lavish desserts in all of Noxus for just the two of you? You got it!, A quiet gourment meal in bed,in your low dark red glowing room? Ofcourse!)

* Speaking of your room, your shared bedroom haves the silkiest(?)beadsheet in all of the land. Will that,matching silk nightgowns(that only you really wear, cause she perfers to sleep nude..🫣)

*ANYWAYS, she only get you the finest care products their is to offer, and the prettiest etherial dresses from you fave bouqutie!

* All that and more, while still having a protective eye over you and with only the best of the best gaurds to watch you when she cant

* If ANYONE tries to hurt you in anyway(wheater its the biggest or smallest harm to you) she'll deal with them immediatly! Because youre the love of her live, and she doesnt want to lose her family

*Yall are THE hot rich lesbians at any event. With matching colored outfits(mainly red, gold and black) Ambessa in her heavy 'armored' suit and you in your thick, long silk(ambessa really loves silk) dress

* After a long night of dancing for her, and holding on to Ambessa, as she talked(threatened) with other leaders.

* Ambessa carries you with ease to your bedroom, takes off you makeup, and changes you into you nightclothes.

*Now, Ambessa can sleep soundly, with her head on her land and younplating with her hair knowing your safe with her.

A/n: Hiii, i'm still have a few Arcane full writings in my draft so be aware(?)for those!

Lifeless - Ambessa x reader x Sevika (angst)

Tw: angst, mentions of depression, starvation, insomnia, suicide, fear of abandonment.

Pt. 2

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The air was thick and the tension was high in the palace despite all the windows and doors open. You laid there on the suites’ mattress looking almost lifeless as another tray of food was delivered to your room, the suite looking like it’s not been used for days and I’m your case it hasn’t. Your body looking like it was gonna cave in on itself, eyes looking deteriorated and inanimate as if any last bit of humanity you had they took with them when they left in those boats. Ambessa and Sevika left almost one month ago to settle some affairs in Piltover, the first week you were feeling fine, enthusiastic even to have the whole place to yourself even though you were gonna miss your partners, but you knew that they’ll get everything done in a blink of an eye and they’ll come back home to you. But that was not the case, the first week of their disappearance you received a letter, saying a deal went awry in the undercity and they were afraid to come home and put you in danger as well. You sent a letter feeling a bit better knowing that they were still alive and knew their situation, sending a quick be careful and return safely home to you. You still haven’t gotten a letter back.

You once lived in Zaun you knew they had no mercy, everything had to settled their way or the highway, and that usually didn’t end well. But you also knew your partners, you had a warlord and the merciless right hand of a kingpin as your wives, they were better than okay. But the days extended and still no Sevika or Ambessa in sight, no letters, no boats, no end in sight for your misery.

Your stomach churned at the idea of not seeing them again, you couldn’t deal with that, you know that the very reason you were still here was because, just as you were ready to end it all Sevika appeared and found you there with a gun to your skull, you’ve never had someone look at you the way she looked at you the very first time she saw that barrel pointed to your head. She looked at you like you were the person that mattered most in this world, even though you didn’t even know her. She managed to get you to unload the gun and throw it into the farthest corner in that alley then she took you to her place and then you met Ambessa where you discovered they had an underwraps relationship. Since then they’ve helped you come a long way, through traumas, panic attacks and sleepless nights, and that’s how you fell in love…

You couldn’t bear thinking they wouldn’t come back but you also couldn’t chase away the thoughts that crawled in your mind like the rumors in town.

"They definitely left because she's a handful, have you seen her?"

"They probably have another mistress in Piltover’s palace, wouldn't suprise me."

Your eyes brimmed with tears at the idea of them abandoning you, you didn’t wanna believe them but your thoughts were much stronger than your resolutions. You started to drink, often ending in seas of tears and then crying them off to sleep, then not eating, ignoring the food that the servants brought from the kitchen up to your bedroom, and now you started rotting away in bed without eating or drinking anything. Only getting up to go to the bathroom and come back to bed. Your frame facing the ocean abyss below, waiting, hoping that they didn’t abandon you.

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“No! please don’t! Don’t leave me! Please come back!” You screamed from behind them, running, as they walked away from you, not ever looking back. Your legs not carrying you anywhere, leaving you glued to the same spot as before yelling for them to come back. So close yet so far-

You gasp loudly waking up in a cold sweat, looking around you, hoping to see them, but they weren’t there. They never are. Your eyes brimming with tears as you break down, knees pulled to your chest, hands fisting your hair as you sobbed, loudly, echoes of your cries bouncing off the walls and into your ears. “[Name]?” You looked towards the door, seeing them standing there extending a hand to you and when you wiped your tears and went to do the same they were gone. That's not your first hallucination about them this past month, you’ve had several, but right now you had no space to be upset just pure rage as you stumbled out of the bed yelling and screaming sending everything tumbling to the floor, breaking vases, windows, sheets, slowly crumbling to the floor, pulling on your hair; sobbing loudly, “No, no, no, no, don’t leave me! You can’t do this to me! No no, don’t leave! Please!” You weeped slowly falling into a deep slumber.

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Next morning the servants picked you up from the floor and placed you on the bed, all worrying for you and this mental state of yours. They never had seen you so ill. They placed wet cloths on your forehead and cleaned the room quietly as you slumbered for the first time in a months time. You whimpered in your sleep, before awaking seeing them all in your suite. You sit up, removing the cloth. “Do not bother, they won’t be coming back to see this mess anyways.” Brushing them off with a wave of your hand laying back down to face the window, but now the curtains were closed, not letting you gaze at the ocean. Eyes slowly watering at the thought of never seeing their ships arrive at the docks.

Night falls and you’re still laying in bed, crying as Amara watches from the crack of your door.

“Jesus, poor [Name] can’t catch a break around here.” The servants all look at her expectantly, preoccupied for your health. “We don’t know what to do anymore… she does not eat, sleep, drink or do anything else than lay in bed and cry…” the male chef says as he stares at Amara. “Leave it to me.” Amara nods as she closes your door and dismisses the servants.

She directs herself to the ports, walking pass the kitchen and main salons, reaching the gates she's surprised by what she sees, Ambessa and Sevika unboarding their ship, Sevika thanking the captain for his services. “Ambessa, Sevika, where the hell have you been?” She says as they approach., shrinking in on herself as Ambessa eyes her amused. “Sorry for our late arrival Amara, the mission got delayed, our guy snitched on us and we had to go into hiding. Singed runs the place now, he was after us. But we handled it.” Sevika says while looking at a nervous Amara.

Ambessa clears her throat, “Amara what’s with this weird tension prey tell?” She’s says her eyes glare over her before settling on her face. “You should see for yourselves my lordships.” Amara bows before leading them through the grand halls and stopping at the master suite's door, slowly opening it to reveal their wife, the most precious thing in the world to them, sobbing, pulling on her hair and whispering something they can’t quite understand. “She’s been like this since you guys went completely MIA.” Amara states and Ambessa nods, dismissing her.

“Baby?” Sevika calls out softly as you whip your head around wide eyes looking at them standing by the door, “No, no, no, you’re not real! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” You sob, hands flailing like those of a little child. Ambessa’s eyes narrow seeing you like this, you haven’t had hallucinations for awhile and that made her blame herself for no hurrying back home to you. Sevika was hurt that you thought she was a hallucination, not trusting her voice she reaches to touch your shoulder, to which you flinch and pull away and she takes deep breath in, suddenly out of air before rogue tears spill by the sides of her face. Ambessa quickly reaches her side, wiping her tears and nodding reassuringly at her, “This is not your fault, you’re not a monster. She isn’t aware that we’re not a hallucination, she doesn’t mean anything she says or does.” Ambessa says while holding her face for a moment, letting her take a deep breath in and Sevika’s lip trembles as she nods and then slowly climbs the bed along with Ambessa. “Child, we’re here, we’re real.” Ambessa states pulling you closer by your shoulders, “No, you can’t be, you left me, you don’t want me anymore.” You mumble tears streaming rapidly down your face. Sevika whole body convulses as she stares at you and Ambessa’s face contorts into complete sorrow at your comment. “Who said that child? We came back, we want you, we would never leave you, you’re ours.” She says as she places you in her lap, Sevika’s hand reaching to wipe the tears from your face. You sob loudly as you dig your head in Ambessa’s chest bringing Sevika closer to embrace her too.

"I thought you left me! I thought you didn’t want me anymore, I was so afraid!” You sob, Sevika wrapping her arm around your middle, her hand slowly feeling how skinny you were, more tears spill from her eyes. “We’re never leaving you again sweetheart, we’re so sorry.” Ambessa mumbles pressing a kiss to the top of your head, wiping Sevika’s tears away.

“We’re going to stay right here.”

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Okkkk guyssss, what’d you thinkkkkk?????? A part two where Ambessa and Sevika question her skinniness and her eyes bags and everything while they’re taking a bathhh?? Lmkkkkkk