Piltover Girl* ੈ✩‧₊˚ Sevika

Need her so bad

I’ve been so down bad for Sevika and I saw this thing about a pirate AU and I had to draw it

Scissor me timbers indeed

midnight cowboy

warnings: smut, reverse cowgirl, kinda mean!sevika, brief spanking, BIG MAMA (she is a warning.)

this was inspired by JADE’s song, ‘midnight cowboy’

Neon lights glare through the window, illuminating the dark space, and the two figures inside. Flashes of purple and blue casting over their silhouettes. Muffled bass thumps, echoing from the nightlight outside. It’s almost silent other wise, heavy breathing filling the void.

Sevika’s mechanical arm rests behind her head, leaning back on it, her cold grey eyes alert, watching. There’s a smug look on her face, smoke pouring in spirals from her nose as she takes a drag from the blunt between her lips. She tears her eyes from your naked form, down to your hands and grunts when you roughly tighten the harness around her thigh. Saddling her up. “Easy.” She bites.

You simply chuckle in response, knowing fine well she likes when you try to play a little rough.

Sevika’s purplish strap stands tall on her hips, thick and ridged, made to make you feel everything. Your cunt throbs at the sight, thighs squeezing. It suited Sevika perfectly, big and intimidating. Her free hand comes to wrap around it, stroking the thick length up and down. You’re staring hungrily, folds dripping with slick, eager to have Sevika inside you.

Her head tilts, “You gonna get on with it, or what?” She asks gruffly, daringly. Eyes trailing down to the mess between your thighs, demeanour faltering ever so slightly at the sight of your glistening cunt. Sevika hums, patting her thigh, “Come ‘n ride me, gorgeous. Show me what you’re made of.” She challenges through another puff of smoke, settling back against the headboard.

Lip caught between your teeth, you nod dumbly, “Need your cock, Sevika,” you sigh, climbing her eagerly, watching her smirk. You turn around on her lap, straddling her thighs. It takes Sevika by surprise, which doesn’t happen often, having expected you to ride facing her. Now she has a full view of your back, her eyes trailing down the length of you. She admires your curves, the swell of your ass and fuck, your cunt.

Which was winding down on the tip of her strap, coating Sevika’s cock in your sticky juices. She catches on your entrance and you gasp, walls fluttering as you tease yourself.

Sevika’s groan dances with your long moan when you finally sink down on her cock. Feeling lightheaded as you stretch around the size of her, so deep inside your cunt, you can feel her in your throat. Sevika’s groan turns into a dark laugh, flesh hand wiping to snatch the blunt from her lips, tossing it aside. “You really are just fucking nasty, aren’t you, girl?” her words are harsh as she sits up, the movement forcing her cock deeper. You whine, cut off by Sevika’s arm wrapping around your chest, tugging your back flush against her.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you,” she drawls, mechanical hand finding your waist, running down, freezing against your hot skin. “Fuck, look at these curves. Just move-yeah that’s it. Nice and slow,” Sevika guides you, grip on your waist urging you to grind down on her, hips rolling for her hard eyes to admire.

Your soft moans echo, whimpers slipping out whenever her cock hits those spots inside you that have you lost for breath. “Sevika, please,” you have no idea what you’re pleading for. Sevika simply grunts in response, leaning down to attack your neck with her mouth. Sucking hard enough to leave marks, looking down your body as you continue to rock your hips back against her. You suck in a sharp, deep breath, Sevika watching how your tits move as you heave, perky nipple just begging to be pinched and bitten. So she does, pawing and groping at your tits until you’re whining and squirming on her cock.

You start to grind down harder, faster, desperate for more. More noises slip past your lips, growing louder with each rut of your hips. You want to bounce on her cock, feel her sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. Yet Sevika lays a sharp smack to your thigh, “What did i just say?” she murmurs nipping your skin, “Slow.”

With a whine you sit back on her cock, “I need more,” you punctuate with a hard roll of your hips, the pressure giving Sevika friction to which she groans. “Lemme ride you. Give me more, please. I wanna feel you in my tummy.” You sound pathetic, and it gets Sevika off, wanting to see just how desperate you can get. “Please, Sev-“ You cut yourself off with a whimper as you attempt to bounce on her, feeling her cock shifting deliciously against your fluttering walls. “More,” you sigh quietly, lost in the pleasure.

It’s short lived as you’re suddenly shoved forward onto your hands, Sevika scoffing behind you. “You want more?” She sneers, laying a slap to your ass. “Take it.” You’re looking at her over your shoulder, eyebrows raised. Sevika rolls her eyes, her impatience evident as she gestures to you sitting still on her cock. “Get on with it. Fuck yourself dumb, doll, gimme a good show.”

You start slow, lifting off her cock until only her tip sheathed. Letting Sevika see how well you take her as you sink down to the hilt, curses falling from your lips in whispered whines. Sevika hums her approval, eyes trained on the way you begin bouncing on her cock. Quickening the pace of your thrusts, your head falls back in pleasure. Bracing yourself using her thighs, you pant out little whines and whimpers, feeling her so deep, gliding against your sensitive walls.

“Sevika, fuck!” you cry out, voice strained, “Feels s-so good.” That coil beginning to wind up in your stomach, making you clench and attempt to keep her lodged in your cunt. You can hear Sevika’s heavy breath behind you, clearly affected by watching you ride her. Yet her tone is smug, her voice dropping lower, “Come on. You can do better than that.”

Her hands slide to cup your ass, the contrast of hot and cold sending sparks flying across your body. She spreads you open to her gaze as you start to pick up pace, slamming down harder on her cock. She watches the way your cunt swallows her whole, how you were gripping her cock whenever she slid out. Sevika curses behind you, low and husky, “That’s it.”

The need to cum overpowers the ache in your legs, the need to please Sevika. Your eyebrows are furrowed, moans spilling as you bounce up and down, again and again. Fucking yourself hard on her cock, making your head feel fuzzy. “I- fuck,” it feels so good. She’s so deep in your tummy, hitting all the right spots. “I’m gonna…fuck…i’m gonna cum,” you manage, whining, feeling the pressure building up in your core.

Sevika doesn’t even answer, entrance by the crease, the jiggle of your ass against her hips. Your thighs start shaking, inching closer and closer. It drives you wild, riding Sevika like a goddamn cowgirl. Your nails dig into her skin, hard, and she only groans at the feeling. You’re chanting her name in a whispered prayer, voice rising in pitch as your orgasm begins to take over.

It washes over you dramatically, wave after wave. You can’t get a word out, mouth dropped in a silent moan, convulsing atop her. Your cunt is squeezing her rhythmically, like a vice, unable to comprehend the feelings taking over your body. Your thrusts become weaker, attempting to fuck yourself through it. You aren’t given a chance to ride out your high before you feel Sevika’s hand fisting your hair. She grips your hair like a ponytail, tugging your head back as she readjusts herself. And then she makes you scream.

Sevika pistons her hips to meet your thrusts, fucking up into you with an aggression. Your moans come out in broken sobs as she overstimulates your cunt. Your neck strains with how tight Sevika holds your hair, pulling you so far back you could nearly see her upside down. “Got another one in you, don’t ya’?” Sevika growls, grunting with each thrust of her cock into your dripping cunt. Strings of your slick are falling to the bed beneath you, soaking Sevika’s thighs, leaving a ring of cum around the base of her cock.

It’s too much. Far too much. But still not enough. The way she’s rutting into you like a dog in heat, making you see fucking stars. Having not recovered from your first orgasm and she’s already fucking you into the next one. Her free hand finds your hip, gripping tightly and using her strength to bounce you on top of her. “Good fucking girl,” she drawls through a grunt, “Taking me so well.”

You sob out in pleasure as a response, listening to the obscene wet sounds. Paired with the slapping of Sevika’s hips against your ass. It was filthy, pornographic, but it simply made you want it more. Sevika was pushing you past your limits, and a sick, twisted part of you got off on it. The way she used you like a toy.

And you let her, body pliant as she fucked up into you, cock hitting deeper than you ever thought possible. Your legs were trembling, so close to giving out beneath you. “Fuckin’ look at you. Making a mess of my dick,” Sevika practically snarls, tugging your hair harder and rutting into you deeper. “Gonna cum, doll?”

You couldn’t speak, attempting a weak nod as you whined. Your cunt was tightening around her cock again and you were gasping for air. It was all too much. The feeling of her cock, the fuzziness in your head. “Please, please, please please,” you whimper, needing to let go.

Sevika chuckles darkly, gripping your hip tighter. “Want it bad, huh?” Her tip was pushing into that spot with each thrust, pulling on your hair until she was able to latch her teeth into your neck.

That was your breaking point, the coil in your tummy snapping. Sevika forces another orgasm out of you. She grunts with each thrust, fucking you through the near unbearable pleasure. Your moans release in broken screams and squeaks, arms giving out as you fall back into her. Sevika wraps her arm around your middle, cooing in your ear, rutting her hips up over and over, letting you feel everything.

“Ohhh,” you’re shuddering in her hold, “Oh my god!” Your hand shoots behind you to grab a hold of the back of her neck, grounding yourself. You don’t even register the tears falling from your eyes from how hard she made you cum. You have to turn your head and bury your face into her, panting for breath, still shaking. You can feel Sevika stroking her mechanical thumb over your hip, offering a form of comfort.

She’s laughing in your ear, smug expression gracing her face. She lets go of your hair to grab your face, smushing your cheeks. “I think it’s my turn, doll.” She says quietly, gruffly, breath hot against the shell of your ear, “Gonna ride that pretty face of yours. Let’s see how much you can take.”

ARCANE S2 (no spoilers)

Can we talk about how INCREDIBLE the soundtrack blends with all the scenes like…since act3 I can’t stop listening to Stromae’s song. IT FITS SO WELL

I just want my life to have this soundtrack PLS

hello! Long time reader first time ask.

perhaps a peaky blinder boys x reader whose love language is bitting?

-🧛‍♀️ anon

(If emoji anons are allowed of course❤️)

Hello I absolutely love this because biting is definitely one of my love languages haha

Warnings: lots of fluff in this but it does get NSFW in places, mentions of blood in Arthurs.

Tommy

🌿 Is not at all surprised when you bite him for the first time, he's so sharp an observer of people and their habits that before you were even particularly close he had been able to tell you were a "biter"

🌿 And he couldn't help but feel a little more drawn to you for it... He would find himself watching you, your smile, the way you bite your lip or your thumb when you're concentrating, the way you're so often biting your thumb or finger when he catches you looking at him...

🌿 And he's measuring his worth based on how long it takes for you to finally drop your guard and sink your teeth into his shoulder or neck when you're cuddled against him...

🌿 The man is quietly tortured waiting for it to happen because he knows that it's your love language, he just Knows it, and he needs you to do it to him so that he knows you really love him... The man is desperate...

🌿 He gets a little bit hopeful every time you nuzzle into him... Every time you kiss his shoulder or his hand when he's cupping your cheek...

🌿 In fact he gives you every opportunity to, always guiding your head to the crook of his neck when you're hugging, always letting his fingers and thumbs stray a little close to your mouth... Inviting you to sink your teeth into him...

🌿 But you know what Tommy is like, he'll never out and out ask you, he wants you to do it without thinking, so instinctively...so he knows it's real... If he asks you he'll never quite be sure that you're doing it because you love him,or because the trust is there, he'll always be left wondering whether you're simply obliging his request...

🌿 So he has to be patient, and contrary to common belief Tommy is sometimes capable of patience... Especially when it comes to things like this, slow, careful things. Slowly, delicately chipping away at your composure, your self conscious outer shell that stops you reacting instinctively to his affections... For a long time he can tell you're holding back...

🌿 And then when it finally happens he's surprised, because you drop your guard seemingly out of nowhere, coming up behind him at the foot of the bed one morning when he's trying to fix the cuffs on his unbuttoned shirt. Your arms wrap around his waist and you stand on your tiptoes nuzzling into his neck... You catch yourself by surprise too, thinking you're only going to give him a little goodbye kiss...

🌿 But instead your first shy kiss skims his jaw only to be followed by another, this one pressed to the vein in his neck. And then you smile, a toothy smile into his shoulder and his heartbeat begins to pick up as he realises what's about to happen.

🌿 your teeth hover over his neck, he can feel the warmth of your breath as you think about it, almost getting shy... And then you graze your teeth over his skin, such a hesitant gentle drag... He wonders if perhaps you're going to shy away even now, his breath caught in his throat.

🌿 And then when you sink your teeth into him, your delicate bite sends a wash of relief through his body, warmth radiating through him from the delicate spot on his neck where you hold a little bit of him between your teeth.

🌿 "That's an interesting way of saying good morning angel..." He teases you as he turns around to kiss you. You're blushing and he realises then that you might take his teasing to be a scolding... That you might never bite him like that again. So he quickly adds, "not a complaint..."

🌿 He seriously loves it! The first time you bite him like that his heart soars... It's a silly thing to be quite so obsessed with and he knows it, but he finally feels secure in your affections when you do this, sees this as you finally trusting him enough to reveal yourself to him... He's not wrong either, it takes a little time for you to feel comfortable enough to want to sink your teeth into someone and you certainly don't waste your affection on just anyone... It takes a specific kind of nurture to make you feel comfortable enough to bite like that, and so when you do, and can see Tommy likes it, is happy for you to nibble on his shoulder like that, well your heart soars too. You get this toothy grin on your face and giggle and then immediately go to do it again.

🌿 From then on you bite more and more regularly, mostly just soft little nips when you want more attention than he's giving you... When he's sitting in his armchair with you in his lap, more focussed on the book he's reading than you... When you're out walking and you want to stop and be kissed at the side of the path... When you're first waking up in the morning and you're all sleepy and bursting with affection for him...

🌿 He loves how you nibble on his bottom lip when you're kissing, how you'll nuzzle into his neck peppering kisses over his skin and then graze your teeth along his pulse before drawing a little of him into your mouth... He loves the possessive nature of your bites, likes to feel as though you're laying some kind of claim on him.

🌿 He doesn't bite you back however because he's scared of hurting or marking you like that, he doesn't want to bruise you and he gets such a possessive urge inside him when he's with you that he's sure he would lose control and bite you too hard... He also likes that it's your little quirk, something you alone do to him alone. He has his own way of showing you affection and sees your biting as girlish and sweet. Not something he'd mirror.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie loves your little vampiric habit, he just loves it...

🐻 He sees you as being so innocent and soft so sweet and pure, and your biting is very much something which goes along with that... It's one of those "childish" little things you never grew out of and he thinks it's adorable.

🐻 He notices the way you chew anything you can, your sleeves your pencils, your fingers... He can't help but stare, watching as you pause your writing and sink your teeth into the tip of your pencil chewing in it thoughtfully... he can't help it if his mind wanders, if he starts wondering what it would be like to give you his fingers to nibble on instead...

🐻 He teases you about it too, will tell you "come sink those little teeth into papa instead ziskeit..." The first time he says it you think he's joking, you look up at him from where you're sitting and smirk, expecting him to smirk too, but when he doesn't and instead beckons you over once again you can't resist. You're a little shy about it, sitting in his lap and then hesitating, not actually sure what to do now he's watching you... But then he caresses your cheek gently and offers you his fingers, he can't take his eyes off you as you gently sink your teeth into his finger tips...

🐻 He'll definitely call you things like "my little vampire..." And tease you when you bite his neck, just wanting to make you blush because again, he finds this little habit of yours completely adorable...

🐻 Alfie knows this behaviour is a comfort thing, that it's all about your trust in him, how comfortable and safe you feel with him and so whenever he feels your teeth sink into him he feels so proud... Proud that you're his little ziskeit, proud that you trust him, that you feel safe enough to be yourself with him completely...

🐻 He loves the way you use biting to initiate further affection, how you come up behind him and stand on your tiptoes sinking your teeth into his back or his shoulder, how when he pulls you in for a hug more often than not you'll gently nip his bicep or shoulder and then look up at him with your big doe eyes silently asking for more...

🐻 He loves when you bite his hands, in particular that place where his thumb meets his palm and curves to his wrist... He likes it when you bite his wrist too actually. Alfie just loves it when you nip at him, he finds your playfully affectionate nature completely adorable.

🐻 You rarely bite him with any level of force but sometimes, if you sink your teeth in a little too deep he'll gently scold you, "now what did I do to deserve that little one?" He'll put on a show of frowning, being wounded and when you say you're sorry, that you didn't mean it he'll soften and welcome you into his embrace, "I know little one, course you didn't ziskeit... But you just be careful with your old man yeah, wouldn't want anyone thinking I was being savaged by my little girl would we..." Of course he's only teasing and when you pout up at him he just smiles and offers you one of his fingers to nibble on, "Nah what am I saying ziskeit, you can savage me whenever you like..."

🐻 Now obviously Alfie likes to keep you away from his real enemies but when it comes to men like Tommy Shelby who are always poking around, turning up without an appointment and barging into his office demanding a word... Well, let's just say you're a cheeky little madam sometimes and you won't hesitate to make some catty little remark upon being disturbed by him... And Alfie loves that about you, he particularly enjoys being able to say "careful Tommy, this one bites..."

🐻 The day you offer him your fingers to bite warms his heart. First of all he thinks you look so cute... Looking up at him with your wide warm eyes, stroking your fingers through his beard before holding them to his lips. Second of all, he knows it's a sign of deep trust, that you must really love and think the world of him to be pressing your hand to his mouth for him to bite. So he doesn't reject you, he smiles softly, tries so not show just how touched his is by teasing you all "Oh now, ain't that sweet..." Before very gently biting you, light enough not to leave a mark, kissing the place he sunk his teeth moments later...

🐻 He only bites you when you offer him your hand, and even then he's always very gentle as he doesn't want to hurt you... He wouldn't want to leave marks on you and he doesn't need to, "everyone already knows you belong to me..."

Arthur

🍂 Now Arthur definitely bites during sex, everyone knows that Arthur likes to have rough sex... there's fingernails and teeth involved for sure and no women's ever left Arthur's bed without the marks to prove it...

🍂 That doesn't however mean that he's ever considered being bitten himself... he'd always view biting as a dominant trait, a way of marking what is yours, a possessive trait, a way of staking your claim... so he doesn't realise how much he's going to like being bitten by you until you actually do it...

🍂 And the first time you do it he is so surprised... First of all, it was only an affection, gentle little bite, your teeth barely grazed him, and the mark faded so quickly, so his dramatic cry of "ow... What was that for?" Seemed a little over the top. And of course it was over the top, it didn't hurt him a bit, he was just stunned that his lass, who was hugging him and nuzzling into his neck moments ago, would sink her teeth into him so out of the blue... And not in the heat of the moment either...

🍂 But for all his melodrama Arthur really did love it... He just has to pretend he didn't because to be seen letting you nibble on his shoulder like that could make him look soft... So he kicks up a fuss whenever you do it or else tells you off for teasing him and threatens to teach you a lesson later...

🍂 But he does really, really like it. There is absolutely no denying how much he likes it... Every time you bite him affectionately he gets a tell tale blush on his cheeks which is adorable, but which you have to pretend not to notice because if you do that will be the end of that, he'll never let you nibble on his shoulder again...

🍂 Over time he grows more and more confident about your vampiric way of showing affection, he likes that his girl has got some bite about her, a little menacing touch despite your general sweetness. He thinks that actually it makes you pretty bad, revealing of a dark side you might have... and that only makes you all the more attractive to him...

🍂 Now, when you're fucking Arthur loves it when you bite down on him hard and sink your teeth right in... You've been known to draw blood on more than one occasion when things have gotten a little rougher, a little more intense than either of you could have predicted...

🍂 Arthur quite likes to mix pain and pleasure and he gets addicted to the sting of your sharp little nips, he will often command you not to hold back, to bite harder... if you catch him in just the right place at just the right moment you can tip him over the edge and cause him to cum from a bite to the shoulder or neck...

🍂 At first he's a little shy about the marks you leave on him, he's worried it might make him look weak, but then one day his brother makes a comment about how he ought to put a muzzle on his woman if she's "that wild" and actually Arthur thinks he quite likes that... the idea that everyone will know his girl is wild, that she can't be tamed...

🍂 So from then on he almost shows off the bite marks, he's proud of them and proud of his wild woman...

🍂 He has a scar on his hand left by you... Once when you were fucking, Arthur was really railing you, it was rough and intense and you were being very loud... So Arthur had used his hand to hush you, forcing the side of his hand into your open mouth and giving you very clear instructions, "fuckin bite down for me girl," hissed through his teeth as he thrust into you at a violent, rapid pace... And you couldn't disobey him...

🍂 So you bit down hard, squeezing your eyes shut as he fucked you against the wall until your whole body was limp... And when you were finished and you finally unclamped your teeth from his hand you were shocked, and a little horrified, to find that you'd really done a number on his hand... You actually feel guilty, rushing to try and clean the wound, apologising to Arthur over and over until he takes your face in one hand gently squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. "Now you listen to me love, don't you ever fookin apologise for that yeah, you did as you were told an that makes you a very fookin good girl don't it..."

🍂 The wound healed quickly, it wasn't as bad as it looked, and it left a very pretty little crescent moon scar the shape of your bite which Arthur is obsessed with, it's like wearing a little piece of you at all times, and it reminds him of that moment... Fucking you against the wall, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure, the sting of your bite... He replays the scene in his head whilst turning his palm up to admire the scar... He's so proud of it, and so pleased to have such a "fookin feral" woman.

John

🌼 Bites you first...

🌼 John is such a playful romantic, he's boisterous and a little clumsy with you sometimes and he's oh so childish and unafraid to show his affection however the notion takes him in the moment...

🌼 So of course biting is one of his love languages too... He's always telling you how cute you are, how he "could just eat you up..." And he does...

🌼 He likes biting the tip of your nose, pretending to bite your cheeks, he likes to nuzzle into your neck tickling you and biting gently until you're giggling and trying to fend him off... He'll go for your fingers and toes too, taking your hand and lifting it to his mouth, holding your ankles delicately, tickling your feet and then going to nibble your toes - the number of times you've almost kicked him in the face because of this...

🌼 So of course he loves the fact that you speak his language... He loves the fact that when you're giggling and play wrestling and he has you pinned to the floor you'll turn your head and try to bite his wrist...

🌼 You're able to have these soft moments of silent affection, on days when he's stressed, or troubled and you go to him quietly, wrap your arms around him from behind and nuzzle into his back. You gently bite his shoulder, just to let him know you're there, and when he turns around and welcomes you into his embrace he'll nuzzle into you, close his eyes and let you kiss his cheek before grazing your teeth along his jaw... And when he lifts his head and opens his eyes he'll tilt your chin up towards him and let his teeth graze the tip of your nose before kissing your cheek and squeezing you tight against him.

🌼 It's like this extra layer of closeness, this extra way with which you can know eachother and trust eachother intimately. It makes you feel instinctively close to one another like little lion cubs...

🌼 John also likes it when you bit him during sex... He likes to bite you too and has definitely left a fair few bruises and teeth marks on your neck, shoulders and breasts before... But you do the same to him, biting his shoulders and his chest, leaving bite marks on his neck too...

🌼 And John loves to show off these marks... Loves to brag about them and the fucks in which he earned them... If he's got a particularly good looking one he'll be pulling the shoulder of his shirt down to show off the mark to his friends... He gets scolded by Ada "Honestly John put it away! The lengths you'll go to to prove you're getting a lay... It's embarrassing really..." But he'll just laugh her off and immediately launch back into the tale of his "war wound"

🌼 He'll tease you about it too, he'll come home from the betting shop and tell you something like, "the lads were talking about you today... They reckon I should put you on a leash..." And then he'll grin and before you can get in a huff with him he'll have wrapped you up in his arms, playfully nipping at your face and your ear, already trying to talk you into bed...

🌼 Has definitely bitten you on the bottom on more than one occasion, he can't help it...

Bonnie

🍀Bonnie is definitely also a biter... not quite in the way that John is a biter... he too is very playfully affectionate sometimes but he's also much more careful and much more soft...

🍀 He bites you too, very tenderly, often a kiss on the lips will finish with a little nip to the end of your nose before he pushes your hair from your face and sends you on your way

🍀 When you're sad or he can tell that something's wrong he'll come sit down beside you in front of the campfire, the two of you just gazing at the flames quietly, and without a word he'll pick up your hand and raise your fingers to his lips, and he'll bite his teeth down gently on your finger tip, just once, catching your eye communicating silently with you that he's there, that he's all yours and you can tell him anything you need to...

🍀The difference here is that Bonnie learnt this behaviour from you... He's mirroring you, as an act of love and trust... He wants to be able to communicate his love for you in ways you'll understand and so when he realises that the little grazes of your teeth, the little nips to his shoulder or his hand, are all little gestures of affection, your way of asking for his attention or letting him know without words that you love him very dearly, he wants to reciprocate.

🍀 The first time you bit him he wasn't all that surprised...Even before you were together he could tell you were a biter, he'd seen the way you sucked on your gold cross necklace, saw the way you nibbled on your finger tips with you were nervous or concentrating on something. He also noticed that when you were sleepy you would chew on your sleeve or suck your thumb... Always in these moments when you lost your awareness of the outside world... When your inhibitions were lowered slightly...

🍀So he'd always secretly hoped you'd feel comfortable enough with him to let your guard down and show your affection with a little bite...

🍀And the day you finally did (not that it really took all that long because you felt comfortable around bonnie from day one) he's was pleased he actually blushed. The day you sunk your teeth into his shoulder whilst you were hugging him, it lit him up. You left a little smirk on his lips and a rosy hue to his usually pale cheeks...

🍀 He turned his head half way to look over at you, a little smirk on his lips as he said "Well hello to you too little dove... Lose your words this morning or something?" Only teasing you of course before he took your face in both his hands and nipped the tip of your nose gently with his teeth. That painted a big grin on your face, left you feeling so girlish and giggly.

🍀Bonnie absolutely loves it when you bite him, the two of you have lots of wordless forms of communication, often able to talk with only your eyes... But your little nips are his favourite.

🍀 You often bite when you want his attention and so often that's the sensation he wakes up to... You half asleep, resting on him, your teeth grazing his chest, shoulder of neck. He likes it when you scrape your teeth along his jaw...

🍀 Bonnie has only ever marked you once and it was an accident... As much as he wants everyone to know that you're his little lass he wouldn't want to damage your reputation by leaving you littered with bitemarks or lovebites... You'd only get called horrible names by the other girls in the camp and he'd also have to deal with the wrath of your father...

🍀 It isn't just that though, Bonnie is a very tender lad and he sees you as being his precious angel, he would never want to hurt you and so he saves all his aggression for the ring, all his gentleness all his softness reserved for you...

🍀 The time he did leave a mark on you he felt so guilty, he was so apologetic, keen to make sure you weren't hurt, kissing the little teeth marks he'd left on your shoulder.

Isaiah

🐁Isaiah definitely thinks that your affectionate biting is a cute little quirk, something that makes him smirk or chuckle to himself... He thinks it's a little funny and he's definitely never had a girl bite him like that before...

🐁 he also thinks that if it wasn't you, he wouldn't be letting anyone bite him so "cutesy" so softly... No, this is definitely something only you could ever get away with... Other girls would be told to behave...

🐁He can tell when you're going to do it, you get this impish little smile on your lips which he can't resist... Even if he thinks it's a strange habit he couldn't ever deny you, not when you look so cheeky and so sweet... So instead he'll hold his hand up to stop you, say something like "now hang on a minute love what are you about to do?" "Them teeth again eh? You're lucky I'm so soft on you ain't ye sweetheart..."

🐁 He'll actually make you say please!! Which of course you do, very sweetly, so sweetly that he couldn't possibly say no to you... And when you have given him a little nip, your teeth sinking gently into his shoulder, he makes sure that you never forget to say thank you. If you do he'll stop you, catch your wrist so you can't walk away and then he'll raise his brow, challenging you, "I'm waiting love..."

🐁He doesn't bite you back, not softly anyway, and not as a way of showing affection... Sexually however Isaiah definitely bites... He likes his sex kinda rough and he definitely enjoys leaving little marks on you to show the world that you're taken...

🐁He's never too rough with you, he wouldn't ever bite so deep that he broke the skin, but he's certainly left little teeth marks on your neck and definitely enjoys scattering your collar bones with bites too. Sometimes he will push your shirt to one side in the middle of the day, just so he can admire the marks he left the night before and trace his fingers over the dents in your skin.

🐁He won't let you mark his neck, or anywhere that might be seen by the other peaky lads because he's still a little uncertain whether letting his woman bite him makes him "less of a man" it's definitely something he is sensitive about... But I think he'll grow out of that and grow into a John type figure who brags about it...

🐁 He likes it when you bite him during sex, if you sink your teeth into his shoulder when he's fucking you he takes that as a sign he's doing a very good job and it motivates him to go all the harder...

Michael

☘️ He's very shocked the first time you bite him... He chastises you because "that wasn't very ladylike of you y/n..."

☘️ He definitely has pretty firm ideas about what makes a man, and he definitely doesn't think allowing your woman to bite you (even if it is affectionately) is very manly at all...

☘️ He definitely has a complex, trying to be like Tommy, wanting his cousins approval desperately, and in his head he asks himself "what would Tommy say if he saw this?" Unfortunately Michael isn't actually that good at predicting what his cousin Tommy would say because if he was he'd Know that Tommy a) wouldn't give a shit if you were biting Michael and b) would quite like it if you were biting him...

☘️ And the thing is... The thing is that Michael quite likes it. He doesn't know why and he certainly thinks he's not supposed to like it... But undeniably he does. And you can tell that he does too... You can tell because whenever Michael likes something he tends to stiffen a little, he tends to frown and swallow his enjoyment down. So when he straightens his back and clears his throat, that's when you know he really likes something...

☘️ So despite the way he always scolds you, despite the way he threatens to punish you for persistently ignoring his rules and biting him, you carry on... Because you know that deep down he likes it and that really all he needs to do, something you wish he could do, is accept that it's okay to enjoy affection.

☘️ Because really that's all it is, Michael has a problem with showing and accepting affection... Sure he was raised for a time by Polly, but he doesn't remember that and the middle class cottage dwelling family who did raise him, were restrictive to say the least. Affection was earned and it certainly wasn't sentimental... So when you do something as sweet and seemingly motiveless as playfully biting him, he doesn't know how to handle it and he's embarrassed to show his enjoyment...

☘️ Anyway, he likes it... He really likes it and whenever you graze his skin with your teeth, he gets this tingling feeling all through his body, a kind of asmr response? He sometimes comes out in goosebumps and then he really doesn't know how to try and hide his love for your little habit. That's when he'll really tell you off and you'll just giggle along apologising through your laughter before kissing him on the cheek and teasing that you're going to do it again.

☘️ During sex he really can't hide how much he likes it and honestly he's given up trying, if you bite his neck or nibble his ear, or if your graze your teeth over his chest, he moans on command and it is music to your ears... He also fucking loves it when you nip at his thighs when you're on your knees giving him head. The first time you did that to him it blew his mind.

Bonus material here (and I'm sorry I didn't have it in me to write HCs for some of our other men but...)

🪽 Luca is absolutely the type to tease you and ask something like "What's the matter with you sweetheart, they don't feed you at home?"

🪽 Would probably get your bite marks tattooed on him...

🦔 When you bite him Aberama will gnash his teeth at you to tease you, pretending that he's gonna bite your fingers off.

🦔 he likes it when you nibble on his ear...

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new haircut (sevika x fem! reader)

contents: you and sevika are married, takes place between acts 1-2 (season 2), you give sevika a haircut, found family trope with jinx & isha :(( fun family time :D

wrd count: 1.3k

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things have been crazy in the lanes for the past new months. i haven’t seen this many enforcers on our streets since.. actually i've never see this many.

ever since those noxians came and paid topside a visit, that kiraman girl had been on a serious power trip.

she became some kind of dictator down here and now she’s got her men flooding the streets. beating on people, putting up weord propoganda all over the city, arresting good men and women..

all in search for jinx. they're promising bullshit to anyone who turns over jinx to theauthorities but no one down here is dumb enough to do that.

sevika’s been trying to rally the undercity together for some kind of uprising but i’ve been helping jinx keep a low profile.

she’s never been good a laying low.

we’ve mostly spent these days playing in the hideout, taking naps all day, stuff like that. it’s more fun with her new little friend isha.

i’m not sure where she came from, but sevika told me she just.. fell from the sky basically. and just followed jinx around from then on.

the three of us were hanging out one night. i was playing around with my makeup on isha, who’s been begging me to use it on her.

“not too much, she’s still little.” jinx said as she was fixing a new gadget of hers at her desk.

“where you think she’s going? out to party? have some drinks? it’s just for fun.” i chuckled, raising my brush to isha’s eyes.

“close your eyes, sweetie.” i instructed. she did so with a cheeky smile. i smiled at her giddy fingers tapping the metal floor in excitement.

“we’re gonna do some glittery pink… it’ll look super pretty.” i told her.

as i continued, i heard the stomping of boots toward us.

i look over at sevika, home from another day of work.

“hi, vika.” i smiled.

“we doin’ makeovers?” she said jokingly as she walked over.

“yeah, she’s been crying for one for days.” i said. isha whines and hits my knee, making me laugh.

i look up at sevika staring at herself in the cracked mirror. she’s looking at the sides of her head and feeling the back of her head.

“what? realizing you woke up uglier than yesterday? i bet if your ask, she’ll give you your own makeover.” jinx giggled.

sevika stayed quiet before looking over at me.

“you think you can help me with something?” she asks.

“what is it?” i asked, looking for some lip gloss for isha.

“i’m not loving my hair.. it’s hard to tie it up with one arm.”

“what? i love your hair, vika. and i don’t mind doin’ it for you, i’ve said so already.” i said to her.

she chuckled. “it’s not just that. i’d like it better shorter.” she says, glancing at herself again.

jinx looks up and gasps. “can i cut it?”

“no.”

“you want it cut! you just said-“

“not by you.” she grumbled. jinx scoffs.

“i’m great tdoing hair. you think i sleep in these? every night..” she says, holding up one of her blue braids.

"and? you haven't cut your hair since you were a kid. that's literally baby hair-" sevika argued.

“it’s okay, i’ll help.. but i still think you should leave it as is.” i sighed.

“thanks. cause there’s no way i’m letting her near my head with scissors.” she said.

“no haircut is gonna make you look less like a grumpy troll under a bridge... just sayin.” jinx said before putting her goggles back on.

“hey. that’s my wife.” i snapped.

jinx mocks me before going back to fixing her gadget.

i put a bit of gloss in isha before i told her she was done and she jumped up to look at herself.

sevika laughed as isha tried jumping up to see her reflection but couldn’t reach.

she picked her up and set her on her leg so she could see herself. she smiled widely in admiration of herself.

i stand up. “okay.. now, where are the scissors?” i sighed out.

jinx giggled menacingly before going to a drawer and pulling out these sharp, deadly knives attached to each other.

isha gasps.

“oh hell no..” sevika grumbled.

“are you trying to behead her?” i laughed.

“they’re all i got.” jinx shrugged, holding them up with both hands.

i stare at her before she sighs, throwing the giant scissors aside and finding appropriately sized scissors in a drawer.

“thank you.” i said. i look at isha. “you gonna help me, kid?”

she shakes her head “no” and jumps down. i laughed softly before looking at sevika’s reflection.

i sighed out. “okay… are you sure?” i asked her.

“yeah.” she sighed out.

“hm..” i took out the hair tie from her hair and let her hair fall to the sides of her face.

“uh… okay.. jinx, come here, i don’t know shit about cutting hair.” i said.

“no!” sevika protested. i slapped her shoulder.

“stop being a baby! damn! i’m just gonna have her tell me what to do.”

sevika huffs in relief as jinx walks over to us.

“okay.. let’s see… what’s the vision? what’ll make you wanna fall in love with her all over again?” she asks me.

i shrugged. “i love her like this.” i patted my hand on her head. she looks at me with a bored face.

“okay nevermind, bitch. fuck you.” i snapped. she laughs.

jinx hums in thought. “okay.. i got it. we’re gonna go short in the back, long in the front. sound good?” she says.

“i don’t know.. are you sure?” sevika asked.

“yes, just trust me. jeez..” jinx grumbled. i laughed as sevika was getting visibly nervous.

jinx guided me to cut off sevika’s hair in a way that so that it doesn’t look like a chopped mess.

i cut off the last of hair before jinx found a razor to use.

“whoa, hey, im not tryin’ for no buzzcut.” she protested.

“it’s just for the sides, you crybaby.” jinx said. she puts it in my hand.

“i don’t know how you put up with her.” she says. i laughed. sevika grumbled.

“it was funny.” i snapped.

“anyway, just relax, baby. it doesn’t look that bad.” i said to her.

we lightly shaved the hair on her sides before i finally finished.

“okay.. let me see.” she turned to face us with her new look.

“see? not that bad. you look... less terrible.” jinx said.

“yeah, not that bad.” i nodded.

i was lying, i was so wet, holy shit. sevika looked so good with her new hair.

the bangs falling on her eyes, her neck looking clean, ugh i needed her:

she checks herself out in the mirror and isha gives her a thumbs up.

“it’s.. good. thanks.” she nodded.

i took a quick breath before looking at jinx.

“alright, well, we gotta get home.” i smiled.

“already? it’s like.. 7. you don’t usually get outta here till late.” jinx said, glancing at her junky clock on her desk.

“yeah, i’m not tryin’ to run into any enforcers talkin’ about some “curfew.” i'm a grown ass woman, i'll go home when i want." i chuckled, lying about my intentions.

she scoffs. “i get it. see ya.” she waved at us as isha did the same, but more enthusiastically.

she signs “thank you for the makeup.” and i sign back “you’re welcome.” before waving to her.

i took sevika’s hand and dragged her out of the hideout.

“you’re in a rush.” she laughed as we walked onto the street.

i pushed her into an alley and pulled her neck down to kiss her. she kissed me back in surprise but leaned into it when my hands slid up her neck and into her freshly shaven hair.

“i’m so sorry i said anything before about not cutting it. you look so fucking good-“

“yeah?”

before she continued, i kissed her again, this time, she laughed softly against my lips.

i couldn’t stop staring at her the whole way home. we’ve been married for like two years and i feel like i’m crushing on her all over again.

i spent the night our my room letting her know just how good i thought she looked.

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a/n: her bob in s2 is so RARARGDHJBGIDWODHNPIDOBUO

After seen arcane I always had the question of Sevika knows that the person who killed Silco was Jinx….

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word count: 5.4k

A/N: OKAY HEADS UP- THIS PART FOCUSES PURELY ON STREET RAT, THERE IS ONLY MENTION OF SEVIKA AT THE END MY APOLOGIES!! ANYWAYS- This series is actually becoming one of my biggest pieces of work, I never expected the amount of love this series had started to accumulate, with that being said- I am so grateful for all of the support and encouragement I have been receiving to continue writing and working on this series. thank you everyone for continuing to support me and my writing, I plan to continue to work on this series for as long as the creative juices keep flowing!

warnings: character death, mentions of alcoholism, child abuse, implications of PTSD

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The scent of fresh bread and the faint hum of laughter filled the small but cozy home in Piltover. Your mother was at the kitchen table, rolling out dough with practiced hands while your two sisters—Nia, the youngest, and Sera, the middle child—sat nearby, squabbling over some silly game they’d made up. You sat at the edge of the table, carving tiny figures out of leftover wood scraps, the little knife in your hand wobbling slightly as you focused.

"Careful with that, sweetheart," your mother warned, her voice soft but firm. She glanced up from her dough, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Last thing we need is you losing a finger before supper.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “I’ve got it, Mama. Besides, look!” You held up the crudely shaped figurine of a bird, the wings lopsided but unmistakable.

Sera gasped, her eyes lighting up as she leaned over the table. “It’s a crow! Can I have it?”

“No way,” Nia cut in with a smirk, grabbing it first. “She made it for me. Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t make it for either of you!” you huffed, trying to snatch it back, but Nia was quicker.

“Girls,” your mother said, her voice calm but with a warning note that made all of you freeze. She shook her head with a small laugh, brushing flour from her hands. “Honestly, it’s like having three tornadoes in the house.”

You settled back into your chair, muttering something under your breath about Nia being a thief. She shot you a wink, and Sera stuck her tongue out at both of you, her childish laughter filling the room.

For a moment, everything felt perfect.

But perfection never lasted long.

The door creaked open, and the warm, lively air in the room seemed to cool instantly. Your father's heavy boots echoed against the floorboards, a sharp contrast to the light laughter that had just filled the space. His face was flushed, the smell of liquor faint but unmistakable as he stood in the doorway. His eyes, clouded by whatever weighed on him, flicked to each of you before landing on your mother.

She stiffened, the rolling pin in her hands faltering for just a moment before she straightened her posture and forced a smile. “You’re home early,” she said, her voice even but lacking its usual warmth.

Your father grunted, stepping further into the room. “Work ended early,” he said curtly, though his tone carried no satisfaction. His gaze landed on the table, and his brow furrowed at the scattered wood shavings and half-carved scraps. “What’s this mess?”

You flinched slightly but didn’t reply. Nia, ever the bold one, sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. “She’s making things, that’s all. It’s not hurting anyone.”

His eyes snapped to her, sharp as a blade. “Did I ask you to speak, Nia?” The tension in the room thickened, and even Sera, usually oblivious to such moods, shrank back in her seat.

“Leave her alone,” your mother interjected softly, stepping between him and the table. Her hands rested on her hips, flour smudged across her apron. “The girls aren’t doing anything wrong.”

Your father’s jaw clenched, his hand twitching at his side as though grappling with some invisible force. He looked at you then, his expression unreadable. “And you,” he muttered, “sitting there wasting time on nonsense. You think those little carvings are going to put food on this table?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. Your throat felt tight, your hands gripping the small knife and wooden bird as though they were your only anchor.

“Mama likes them,” Sera’s small voice piped up, breaking the silence. She sounded hesitant but defiant, her wide eyes darting between the two of you.

“Enough!” he barked, and she flinched, her little hands clutching the edge of the table. 

Your mother stepped closer to him, her voice lowering but steady. “That’s enough, Richard. You don’t talk to them like that.”

For a moment, the two of them locked eyes, a silent battle playing out in the space between them. Then, with a growl of frustration, he turned away, stomping toward the small sitting room without another word.

The silence he left behind was deafening. 

Your mother let out a slow breath, smoothing her apron as she turned back to the table. “Girls,” she said softly, her voice strained but kind. “Why don’t you take your things and go play in the other room?”

Sera slid out of her chair immediately, clutching her little game pieces. Nia hesitated, her defiant gaze lingering on the doorway where your father had disappeared. Then she grabbed your arm, pulling you up. “Come on,” she whispered, her voice a mix of annoyance and protectiveness.

You followed, clutching the bird tightly in your hand. As the three of you retreated to the small bedroom you shared, the faint sound of your mother’s voice could be heard again, calm and soothing as though trying to mend what had just unraveled.

Nia shut the door behind you, leaning against it with a scowl. “He’s such a—” She cut herself off, glancing at Sera, who was quietly settling on her cot. “...a grump,” she finished lamely.

You sat on your own cot, turning the wooden bird over in your hands. Its lopsided wings suddenly seemed so silly, so pointless. But then Sera crawled up beside you, her big eyes hopeful.

“Can I have it now?” she whispered. 

You hesitated, glancing at Nia, who shrugged with a small smile. “Go on,” she said. “Let her have it.”

With a sigh, you handed the bird to Sera. Her face lit up, and for a moment, the weight in your chest lifted. 

Outside, the muffled sound of raised voices carried through the thin walls, but here, in this tiny shared space, the three of you held onto each other and the fragile threads of something better.

“Why doesn't Mama do anything about Dad?” Nia asks, your stomach churning at the thought.

“Because dad is a big pile a shi-”

“Sera!-” you hiss softly, Sera throwing her hands up in defiance, “What?! it's true!”

She- wasn't wrong…

suddenly a loud crash out what sounded like a glass bottle being broken, and your father’s unmistakable booming slurred voice…

The sound of shattering glass tore through the thin walls like a gunshot, making all three of you jump. Sera scrambled closer to you, clutching the wooden bird like it was a talisman. Nia's face darkened, her jaw clenching as she moved instinctively toward the door, though you reached out to grab her arm.

"Don't," you whispered, your voice shaking. "Just stay here."

But it was too late. Your father's voice followed the crash, loud and venomous, each word landing like a blow.

"This house is a goddamn disaster!" he roared. "I work all day—all day—and this is what I come home to? Mess everywhere, screaming kids—" His words slurred slightly, the alcohol in his system making him stagger as he continued his tirade.

"Richard, lower your voice," your mother said sharply, her calm tone replaced by steel. It wasn’t a request; it was a warning.

"Oh, don’t start with me, Marie," he snapped back. "Don’t you dare. I told you, I never wanted this! Never wanted—" His words faltered as his frustration boiled over into a bitter laugh. "Three kids crawling underfoot, a house that looks like a pigsty, and you just standing there!"

There was a pause, and then your mother’s voice, quieter now but firm. "I’m doing the best I can, Richard. We all are."

"The best you can?" he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The best you can is a filthy house and three brats who don’t know how to stay out of the way?"

Nia moved to the door again, her fists balled at her sides. "I’m not just gonna sit here and—"

You pulled her back, your stomach twisting painfully. "Please, Nia," you begged. "He’s drunk. You can’t reason with him when he’s like this."

Nia’s lip curled, but she stayed put, though you could feel the tension radiating off her.

"Why didn’t I listen to my gut?" your father continued, his voice rising. "I told you I wasn’t cut out for this. But no, you just had to have a family, didn’t you? And now look where we are. I’m breaking my back out there, and for what? To come home to this circus?"

You heard your mother take a step forward, her voice unwavering even as the air seemed to crackle with tension. "You don’t get to speak to me like that. Or them."

"Oh, don’t play the saint, Marie," he sneered. "You wanted this life. You wanted these kids. Don’t act surprised when I remind you that I didn’t."

Your stomach turned violently, his words cutting deeper than they should have. You weren’t even in the same room, but it felt like a punch to the chest. You glanced at Sera, who was curled into a ball on your cot, silent tears slipping down her cheeks.

Nia looked like she was ready to explode. "He’s such a coward," she hissed under her breath. "Blaming everyone else for his own damn choices."

The argument outside raged on, your mother standing firm against his drunken anger. But you couldn’t hear the words anymore. It was all just noise, a storm you’d heard too many times before.

You swallowed hard and turned to your sisters, your voice shaky but as steady as you could manage. "We just…we wait it out. Mama’s got this. She always does."

Though, even the hope that your thoughts were true always seemed to be smushed out by the your father as another glass bottle shattered downstairs followed by incoherent yelling.

You couldn't take it anymore, “Sera, Nia, I swear to the gods, stay here…” you commanded before slipping out of the room. What could a 7 year old do? Kick at your father's legs until he finally stopped?

As you carefully made your way down the stairs there you saw it- your mother's nose bleeding, fear , unmistakable in her eyes. Your father, his movements sluggish and messy as he leaned down close to her face, whispering something into her ear that you worried about as your mother's eyes widened.

“Dad, stop it!” You finally squeak out, stepping out near him as your body shakes slightly from the anxiety facing him caused.

Your father's head snapped toward you, his bloodshot eyes narrowing in disbelief at your audacity. His towering frame cast an imposing shadow across the dimly lit room as he stumbled toward you, the jagged neck of a broken bottle clutched in his hand.

"And what the hell do you think you're doing, huh?" he slurred, his voice booming as he waved the bottle in your direction. His steps were unsteady, but his anger burned clear as day. "Think you can just come down here and tell me what to do, little girl?"

You flinched as the sharp edges of the bottle caught the light, but you held your ground, even as your knees trembled and your breath came in shallow gasps. “Leave her alone!” you cried, your voice cracking but defiant. “Y-you’re scaring her! You’re scaring all of us!”

Your words seemed to strike a nerve. He sneered, his lips curling into something cruel and mocking. “Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, huh? That’s rich. Big man comes home to this wreck of a house, and I’m the one who’s scaring people?” He stepped closer, pointing the jagged bottle at you with every word, his anger unfocused but dangerous.

You instinctively backed up, your heart pounding so hard it drowned out the sound of your mother’s shallow breathing behind him. But you forced yourself to keep his attention on you. "It’s not her fault!" you blurted out, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “She’s doing everything, and you’re— you’re just making it worse!”

His expression darkened, and for a terrifying moment, you thought he might strike you. His grip on the bottle tightened, his knuckles white, and his face contorted into something almost inhuman.

"Don’t you dare talk to me like that," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous now. "You don’t know a damn thing about what I do for this family. You think it’s easy, huh? Keeping a roof over your ungrateful little heads? You don’t get to judge me, you—"

He took a wild step toward you, and you stumbled back, your hands outstretched as if that alone could keep him at bay. “I’m not judging you!” you yelled, your voice breaking. “I just— I just want you to stop! Please, Dad, just stop!”

For a split second, his expression faltered, a crack in the armor of his rage. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that all-consuming fury. He raised the bottle slightly, and your breath caught in your throat.

“Richard!” your mother’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding despite the tremble in her tone. She had risen to her knees, blood still dripping from her nose, her eyes blazing with defiance. “If you take one more step toward her, so help me, I’ll—”

Her threat was cut out by the sound of your cry- your father hitting your face with the already broken glass, ripping open your lip…

Your breath was shallow, hands dabbing at your lip, feeling if the blood was real- it was, warm, fresh blood…

The room seemed to hold its breath, and then, with a guttural growl, he turned and hurled the broken bottle against the far wall. The shattering sound was deafening, and you flinched again, your hands flying up to shield your already bleeding face.

“Worthless,” he spat, stumbling toward the door. “All of you. Worthless.”

And then he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him. The silence he left in his wake was suffocating.

Your mother was on her feet in an instant, rushing to your side and pulling you into a trembling embrace. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” she whispered, her hands frantically checking you for injuries.

You shook your head covering your lip with your hand, shielding what he did to you from your poor mother, though your tears betrayed you. “Mama, your nose…”

She wiped at the blood with the back of her hand, shaking her head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” Her voice wavered, but her arms around you tightened, as though she could shield you from the world with her embrace alone.

Nia appeared at the top of the stairs, her face pale and full of worry, with Sera peeking out from behind her. None of you said a word, but the unspoken understanding between you all was clear: this wasn’t the last storm you’d weather, but at least, for tonight, you had survived.

–

Your father had never come back after that, good riddance you had told yourself time after time you and your family were better off with him gone forever, but- it always made a strange sting shoot up your chest anytime you thought of your father.

You hated it.

Today was like any other day, Nia and Sera sleeping in per usual, they had always poked fun at you for waking up so early even on weekends but you enjoyed the quietness of Piltover when most of the city was still asleep, dreaming of great inventions, it was a sweet thought.

“Mouse, darling,” your mother called from the kitchen, making you perk up from your post on the couch, where you had been tinkering with a broken watch your father had. He never wore it, a present from you when you still saw him as a good man, when he was sane.

“Yes, Mama?” you called back, setting down the watch and walking into the kitchen where she was making breakfast for you and your sisters, “Could you run to Mrs.Namitte’s shop and grab me a fresh cut of sweetbread? You know how much your sisters love it.”

You nodded softly, grabbing her pouch of money and running out the house and down the street.

 The air of early morning in Piltover was crisp and cool, carrying the faint metallic tang that always seemed to linger in the city. The streets were still quiet, most of the noise coming from the distant hum of steam-powered machinery and the occasional clatter of hooves against cobblestone as a carriage rolled by. The sky above was a pale gray, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting soft golden light across the sprawling cityscape.

Your neighborhood was tucked in one of Piltover’s less glamorous corners, a place where the buildings leaned together like old friends whispering secrets. The houses were a mix of brick and wood, patched up with whatever materials people could find, giving them a mismatched charm. Laundry lines crisscrossed above the narrow streets, sagging slightly under the weight of damp clothes left to dry.

Despite the modest surroundings, there was a warmth to the area. You passed the Grelle family’s house, their windowsills overflowing with flowerpots that brought splashes of color to the otherwise muted street. Mrs. Grelle herself waved at you from her stoop, her ever-present knitting needles clicking away even this early in the day.

“Morning, Mouse!” she called, using the nickname everyone seemed to have adopted from your mother.

“Morning, Mrs. Grelle!” you replied, offering a quick wave as you hurried past.

As you moved closer to the heart of the district, the streets widened slightly, the humble homes giving way to small shops and stands. This part of Piltover always smelled like fresh bread and coal smoke, the two scents mingling oddly but not unpleasantly. The cobblestones here were worn smooth by countless footsteps, their surfaces gleaming faintly with morning dew.

You passed a blacksmith’s forge where the faint glow of embers illuminated a young apprentice already hard at work, his hammer ringing against hot metal. Across from him, a tinker’s shop displayed delicate clockwork creations in the window, the tiny gears inside the contraptions turning with almost hypnotic precision.

It wasn’t long before you reached Mrs. Namitte’s shop, a cozy bakery nestled between a fabric store and an apothecary. The front of the bakery was adorned with peeling paint and a crooked sign that read Namitte’s Sweetbreads and Pastries, but the smell wafting from the open door was enough to make anyone’s mouth water. The aroma of sugar and warm bread enveloped you as you stepped inside.

Mrs. Namitte herself was bustling around behind the counter, her gray hair tied back in a neat bun. Her round face lit up when she saw you. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite early bird!” she greeted, her voice warm and cheerful. “What can I get for you this morning, Mouse?”

You couldn’t help but smile as you handed her the pouch of coins. “Mama sent me for some sweetbread. She said to get it fresh.”

Mrs. Namitte laughed, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron. “Fresh is all we’ve got here, darling. One loaf coming right up.”

While she wrapped up the loaf in parchment, you glanced around the shop. The shelves were lined with all kinds of baked goods—flaky pastries, golden-brown loaves, and rows of sweet buns dusted with powdered sugar. There was something comforting about the place, from the warmth of the ovens to the faint crackle of the firewood.

“Here you go,” Mrs. Namitte said, handing you the loaf with a wink. “Tell your mother I said hello.”

“Thank you!” you said, clutching the warm package to your chest as you stepped back out onto the street.

The city was beginning to wake now, the quiet hum growing louder as more people emerged from their homes. Shopkeepers were setting up their stands, calling out to passersby to come see their wares. Somewhere in the distance, the sharp whistle of a steam engine pierced the air, a reminder of the bustling innovation that Piltover was known for.

You hurried back toward home, weaving through the growing crowd, the warmth of the bread against your hands and the thought of your family waiting for breakfast spurring your steps. Despite everything, mornings like this made Piltover feel a little less overwhelming, a little more like home.

Though on your way home, something felt- off. The air wasn't as clear as you remembered, the smell of- sulfur filling the air.

Your pace quickened naturally, worry bubbling in your stomach as you broke into a sprint when you saw smoke rolling into the air- from your neighborhood.

The smell of sulfur grew thicker with every breath you took, the weight of it pressing down on your chest. Your feet pounded against the cobblestone streets, urgency pulsing through your veins. Something was wrong—deeply wrong. The usual hum of the city was overshadowed by something darker, the sounds of distant shouting blending into the eerie quiet of the morning.

As you turned the corner and saw the familiar stretch of houses, your heart dropped into your stomach. Smoke billowed into the sky, dark and choking, swirling in a heavy cloud that turned the morning light to an unnatural, sickly shade. The distant crackle of fire mixed with the angry yells, the harsh metallic clinking of enforcer armor, and the shouts of voices you couldn’t quite make out.

The panic in your chest rose with every step, the pressure of something terrible bearing down on you. Your eyes darted from side to side as you searched for any sign of your family, of your mother and sisters.

"Mom!" you screamed, voice hoarse as you ran faster, your heart thrumming painfully against your ribcage.

You reached the end of the street, but the sight before you made your blood run cold. Flames had already devoured much of the neighborhood, crackling hungrily, the heat enough to make the air shimmer. Buildings you’d passed countless times were now nothing more than burning husks. The fire had spread so quickly—too quickly.

And then, you saw them.

Your mother, her figure smaller than you remembered, clutching Sera to her chest, while Nia was pulling at your sister’s hand, urging her to run. They were running, your family running toward you—but the fire… the fire was so close. The flames were creeping toward them, licking at the edges of the houses, curling up the sides of the wooden beams like snakes eager to strike.

"Run!" you screamed again, desperation clawing at your throat. Your voice was barely audible over the roaring fire and chaos, but they heard you. They saw you.

Your mother’s eyes locked with yours. Her face was streaked with ash and dirt, her lips parted as though she were about to call your name, but no sound came out. It was as if time itself had slowed, the world around you muffled, like you were watching from underwater. She stumbled, clutching Sera tighter, her face stricken with fear, and then—then, the ground shook beneath you.

The house—your home—collapsed in a deafening crash. The roof caved in first, the thick beams splintering like matchsticks. The explosion of debris sent dust and ash into the air, blurring your vision. The shriek of wood splintering was followed by an unbearable silence that stretched on for what felt like hours.

For a moment, you thought you might’ve imagined it. Maybe you were still dreaming, or maybe, somehow, you could still reach them. But when the dust settled, there was nothing but the rising smoke, the blackened silhouette of the house that had been your home.

Your body went numb, your feet frozen to the ground as you stared at the place where your family had stood moments ago. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding so loud it was a drumbeat in your ears. You wanted to scream, to run to them, but you couldn’t. Your legs wouldn’t move, and the world seemed to stop spinning around you.

"Nia... Mama..." The words slipped out of your mouth, barely a whisper. You felt the sting of tears at the corner of your eyes, but they refused to fall.

The crackle of fire was the only sound now, louder and more ominous than ever. The flames had consumed everything in their path.

And then, the faintest flicker of movement caught your eye—an enforcer, their armor gleaming like a dark shadow, standing at the edge of the destruction. They had their back turned, focused on the chaos unfolding around them, the violence, the fire. They hadn’t seen the wreckage they’d left behind. They didn’t even notice you standing there.

But you saw them.

The anger and helplessness surged inside you, cold as ice. The world had taken everything from you—the life you knew, the people you loved. And in that moment, as the tears you had been holding back finally streamed down your face, the burning rage started to take root deep within you.

You woke with a sharp inhale, eyes wide and fearful, looking around your makeshift home as you panted, chest heaving, anxiety rising in your chest as you tried to calm down.

Just a dream, just a dream

It had felt more real than last time, the nightmares getting stronger each time. You groaned softly as you sat up in your cocoon of blankets and rugs, rubbing your temples as you tried to ease your mind.

You grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder haphazardly as you make your way down the fire escape and down onto the dirty streets you had come to know. 

The streets of the Undercity had a familiar hum to them, the constant murmur of distant voices, clanging metal, and the occasional shout or crash. The air was thick with the smell of burning coal, stale sweat, and something far less pleasant that you couldn’t quite name. It felt like the UnderCity’s grime had seeped into your skin and never really left. Even now, as you walked among the wreckage of your life, it was all too familiar.

You rubbed at your eyes, trying to shake the vivid nightmare from your mind, but it clung to you like the oppressive fog that hung over the slums. The tightness in your chest wouldn’t loosen, no matter how many times you breathed in deeply. They weren’t real. Your family wasn’t gone. The fire hadn’t happened. It was just a haunting memory, a shadow of something that almost was.

But it felt real. And that was the worst part of it. It had always been the worst part of the nightmares—how everything felt so tangible, so vivid. You could hear Nia’s laugh. You could smell your mother’s perfume. The way your father’s hands had felt around your throat when he was angry. The weight of the grief that pressed into your chest when you realized they were all gone. All gone—and I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

It was enough to make you want to curl up in a corner and block it all out. But you couldn’t. Not today. You didn’t have the luxury of slowing down and feeling sorry for yourself.

The undercity didn’t wait for anyone.

You adjusted your bag, the weight of the various trinkets and scraps that filled it dragging at your shoulders as you walked. Your hands fidgeted, feeling the bruises that had yet to fade, the remnants of a life spent scraping by, of fights you’d won and lost. At least I’m still here. That was the only consolation you had left. Even if everything else felt wrong. Even if you felt broken inside, even if you were more scared than you let anyone see, you were still breathing.

You wandered through the streets, passing by familiar faces, the other street rats that wandered the same alleys you did. Some ignored you. Others gave you a glance that was too sharp to be friendly. Keep your head down. Don’t make waves. Stay small.

You didn’t really know where you were going; your feet carried you through the maze of metal and trash, through forgotten corners of the UnderCity that no one cared about. Places like these held their own kind of loneliness—like a pocket of emptiness that even the brightest fire couldn’t warm.

Your stomach growled—loudly, obnoxiously. That was the problem with skipping meals, trying to scrape by on what you could find, or what you could steal. Your pride didn’t let you ask for help. 

You groaned under your breath, reaching for your pouch to see how much you had left. A couple of cogs, a piece of broken glass you’d picked up somewhere, and some scraps of fabric that you had meant to sell, but hadn’t found a buyer for yet. Not exactly what you would call a hearty meal.

And that’s when you saw him.

A figure, hunched over in the alley ahead, fiddling with something. At first, you didn’t think much of it—another one of the city’s forgotten wandering souls. But something about the way he was moving caught your eye. It was the faint glint of metal against his hands, the way he seemed to be... repairing something?

You slowed, instinctively drawn to him, curiosity beating out caution for once. Your gaze locked onto the object in his hands, a small but delicate mechanical piece, a gear. You had seen something like it before—a few times, in fact. Was this... another tinker?

You took another step closer, and that’s when he noticed you. The stranger’s eyes flashed up, meeting yours for the briefest of moments before he quickly looked back at the gears in his hands.

Something about his demeanor made you pause, an unease settling in your gut. He's watching me too closely. But you couldn't place why, or even if you should care.

The silence between you two lingered for a beat, before he spoke in a voice rough with disuse. "You need something, kid?"

You hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what to make of him, before you nodded slowly. “I could use a meal.”

The man scoffed, flicking the gear in his hands one last time before tossing it to the ground, where it clattered against the pavement. He dusted off his hands before standing up fully, revealing his thin frame beneath a worn-out coat. His hair was messy, unkempt, his face haggard with the years of life lived under these same grimy skies. "Ain't no charity here, kid. You gotta earn your keep."

You winced at his words, but something in his tone stirred a defensive response in you, but- you bit your tongue.

Keep your head down, stay out of trouble

Those were the rules.

You fucking hated those rules.

You just turn away and walk off, you don't need to get into another fight, didn't need Sevika telling you off for not being careful enough.

Speaking off Sevika, you hadn't seen her in awhile, a week or two now. Where was she?

You found yourself searching for her, not really sure why you were, why bubbles of worry formed in your stomach. You checked her usual spots, the alleys where she played cards, the food booths where you two got food from time to time, you asked a few regulars if they had seen her, to no avail.

You shouldn't care, she was only a asset to you, a small help when you were at your lowest and yet-

You felt like you had found something.

Something that felt real, or at least as real as it gets in the Undercity.

You needed to find Sevika.

could u perhaps do casual dominance hcs w sevika..? :3

♱ casual dominance w/ gf!sevika headcanons!! ♱

i've been mf WAITING for this one!! it's time to get down to the biz folks... 🙈😏🤫

cw: sfw & kinda nsfw towards the end!, possessiveness, manhandling, dumbification??, curse words, touching, suggestive themes!

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♱ sevika is, without a doubt, the dominant one in the relationship. that's not to say a woman can't be versatile! it's just what she prefers. the dynamic between you two is not only what makes things work well in your relationship, it makes you perfect for each other.

♱ she doesn't mind a few swear words from you here and there, but she is on it if you're beginning to pick up the habit of using them. she doesn't like her sweet girl using such filthy language! unless she's fucking it out of you. a simple "fuck! god damn it!" when you drop something has her going, "hey, watch your mouth." or "language, baby. where's my sweet girl at?"

♱ i mentioned this in another post, but she's the driver! that hand would be on your thigh, squeezing as the other rests on the steering wheel—just to let you know she's still thinking of you as you two quietly listen to music. you enjoy each other's company that way.

♱ sevika does not tolerate attitude from you. whew, girl! you'd be in for a treat if you rolled your eyes at her or gave her lip because you happened to be in one of your moods. she isn't afraid to scold you. she absolutely grabs your chin to force you to look her in the eye, "who do you think you're talking to, huh?" + "nuh-uh, baby. no."

♱ she literally picks you up by your waist to move you wherever she wants you to go (AHHH). + (think when loris was bringing vi back to her apartment when she was drunk and emo but in a hot wlw way).

♱ sevika LOVES to rub the front of your thighs when you sit on her lap, whether that be when she's gambling or at home. she doesn't even let you try and get up, you're stuck there for hours!

♱ sevika enjoys turning your brain to mush; she loves watching your eyes gloss over as she talks down to you and tells you what to do. she knows you'd do anything to be her good girl.

"hey, go hand me my cards, baby." she demands gently as you two get up from the couch, ready to venture to the last drop. she pats your ass softly before you nod and briskly rush over to where her cards rest on the kitchen table. when you return, you drop the cards into her large mech hand. your eyes peer deep into hers for confirmation that you did good. she leans in for a kiss, a kiss that deepens and lasts. as you kiss passionately, her human hand snakes up to your neck and presses down firmly before pulling away, "that's a good girl." + "mm thank you, baby. what would i do without my woman?" she smirks against your open mouth.

♱ if anyone is staring at you in public/trying to flirt with you, TRUST she's pulling you in for the sexiest, NASTIEST kiss and sticking her tongue down your throat (IN FRONT OF THEM). she makes out with you as she glares into their eyes from across the room! her eyes would be screaming, "she's mine, and if you ever look at her again, you're dead."

(i would LIKE to say she orders for both of you at a restaurant, but you'd definitely be the one going all, "yes! thank you! and she'll have the chicken salad with toasted croutons!" as she sticks her face into the menu LMAOFOOO.)

♱ for some reason, sevika does not let you pay. ever! she loves being able to take care of you—to provide for you.

"i got it this time, gorgeous." you huff and turn towards her, "you pay every time, vika!" you exclaim as she pulls you in closer to whisper into your ear, "let me take care of you, hmm?" + "just wanna give my girl the world. can i do that for you?"

♱ oh! and if you try to run when she's fucking you from behind, she IS placing her hand at the small of your back to keep you still so you can take everything she gives you! she goes, “mhm, take it. don’t run.” + “you need this, slut.” that's all!

needless to say, she loves you real bad!! 🫣

sevika x reader except it’s a luke and lorelei dynamic

anyone interested? (pls comment)

btw don’t tell me you can’t see her wearing this

Sevika is now a council member, why not make it smut 🤷🏾‍♀️

- I honestly don’t know how I feel abt this or even the ending of arcane but fuck it btw I have another sev fic i should finish soon. 🤞🏾

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” You pants, holding Sevika's shoulders as she fervently kisses your neck, pressing you against the table, her breath hot against your skin. "You have a meeting soon, what if someone walks in?"

Sevika pulls back to you, her eyes dark with desire as a mischievous smile plays on her lips. "I don't care, let them," Sevika smirks, lifting you easily onto the table and wrapping your arms around her neck before saying, "You know why? Cause I'm a fucking councillor now, I make the rules, baby.

You giggle at her boldness, unable to push aside the ache growing between your thighs at the possibility of the rest of the council walking in on you. "Please just be quick, Sev," you plead, playing with her hair as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your jaw.

"I can't promise that, babe," she chuckles, kissing along your jaw as her hands slips under your shirt, pulling you closer.

You can't help but moan softly as she nips and sucks at your neck, moving your head to give her better access as you give in to her touch. Sevika's hands move with urgency, making quick work of your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor before standing back to get a good look at you.

"Fuck, baby" she breathes, trailing her eyes over your exposed chest with hunger in her gaze. "Take those off for me," she demands, her eyes locked on your every move as you eagerly comply, stripping yourself of your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. You blush at her staring, shying away slightly before meeting her eyes with a shy smile.

"Stop being shy, c'mere," she murmurs, stepping forward, her hands tracing your waist before settling on your hips. "You’re so fucking hot," she says against your lips making you giggle before pulling you into a passionate kiss, her lips moving hungrily against yours.

Sevika guides you to her designated chair around the table, pulling you onto her lap as she deepens the kiss, her hands resting on the curve of your ass. You wrap your arms around her neck, subtly grinding against her thigh as she kneads your ass, giving you a playful spank. You tuck your head into the crook of her neck, hiding the whimper that escapes your lips as she rubs over the now sensitive skin.

"Don't hide from me, baby," Sevika demands, spanking your ass again, making you gasp. You face flushes as you meet her intense gaze, feeling a surge of arousal at her hands slowly guiding you to grind against her thick thigh. Your clothed clit rubs against your panties, the damp fabric creating a delicious friction that makes you twitch in her lap.

"Oh fuck, Sev," you moan, bunching Sevika's shirt in your fists as you grind harder against her. The feeling of her strong thigh against your throbbing clit fogs your brain, forgetting about the meeting starting soon, only able to think about how badly you want to cum.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Sevika coos, brushing back your hair and holding your face in her hand. You nod, unable to form words, the only sounds escaping your lips being desperate whimpers and cries. "Yeah, you wanna cum for me?"

"Yes, please," you manage to gasp out, your hips faltering when Sevika flexes her thigh against you, increasing the pressure on your throbbing clit. Sevika's hand leaves your face, trailing her fingers down your neck to your tits, teasingly circling your hardened nipples.

You twitch as she pinches the sensitive buds, chuckling softly at your reaction. She leans back in her chair to watch you squirm in her lap, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she taunts, "My meeting starts soon and I would hate to leave you like this." You whimper in frustration, feeling the heat pooling between your legs as Sevika's finger trails even lower.

"No, please, I'm so close," you cry, humping against her thigh desperately. Sevika's grin widens as she pulls your panties up against your dripping core, reveling in the way you writhe and moan under her touch. As your orgasm builds, Sevika guides your hips to move faster, feeling you drip onto her thigh.

"Can I cum, Sevika, please? " you beg, your voice shaky with need as your head drops against her chest, feeling the tension building in your belly.

Sevika chuckles, stroking your hair gently as she whispers, "Of course, baby." With her encouragement, you finally reach the edge, tucking your head in her neck to muffle the cries of pleasure as your body trembles.

As you come down from your high, you face Sevika again, a shy smile on your lips as you give her a quick kiss before getting off her lap with shaky legs. "You need help?" Sevika jokes, watching you stumble slightly before getting up to help.

"I'm good, just need a minute," you pant using the table to steady yourself.

"Let me help," Sevika insists, picking up your clothes and carefully dressing you.

"Thank you," you whisper, once she's done, leaning up to kiss her once more before heading towards the door, "Have a good meeting,” you wink as you exit, running into another council member as you speed down the hall