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april fools day is actually the most sensible day of the year because it's the only day on which people will read something on the internet and stop for a second to consider whether or not it's actually true
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a different kind of busy
councilor!sevika x assistant!reader
; warnings: nsfw, sub!(fighting for her dominance)sevika, dom!(taunting)reader, oral, fingering, sex in her office, almost getting caught
; 1.7k words
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Sevika was usually a dominant woman.
Her muscular body, strength, hardened eyes, booming voice that shook everyone to their core, everything about her screamed dominance. That was the Sevika you’d grown to know, too. As her assistant, you spent hours upon hours suffocated by her presence. Cleaning up after her, arranging her files, dealing with her bitching, you name it. It was always on you, which was very fucking annoying. The way she looked down at you as she spoke, smirking with that stupid smug look plastered on her face as she ordered you around.
But today, as you spread her slippery thighs apart under her desk, slick heat pulsating under your touch as your tongue circled around her clit, she had a whole different expression on her face. Sure, she still looked down at you, but this twisted up look was of… desperation. Of need, want, desire, damn near submission. Gods, did that face make wetness pool up in your panties. Her glasses were a little foggy, just barely hanging onto her nose as she stared down at you, your lips pursed onto her puffy bud as you worked your tongue around it, suckling and smacking noises filling up the room.
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For Your Pleasure
Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Reader x Jayce
CW: P in V, oral (fem receiving), cuckholding, threesome (sort of?), pet names, masturbation, smut, Viktor being a sad boi, Jayce being voyeuristic
Synopsis: Viktor is concerned about his performance in the bedroom. He’s worried he isn’t leaving you satisfied enough. So he calls in a favor from Jayce.
Word Count: 7k
Author’s Note: This was written on a whim. I have also never written for Viktor or Jayce before. But I tried my best.
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Viktor had been agitated all week. He would pace back and forth across your room while he got ready. He distractedly ate before limping out the door, a chaste kiss pressed to your lips. If you could call the hastily given contact a kiss.
It continued when you went early in the afternoon to the lab, ensuring he took a break as you always did. His left foot tapped impatiently as he stared down at the papers on his desk. Viktor hardly said a word when you came in. Normally he’d push away from his desk, smiling up at you gently, asking before you could if you wanted to go on a short stroll. Nothing all week, just a mutter that he was busy and nothing would be taking him away from his work.
Even Jayce seemed odd. Avoiding your eyes. You weren’t getting the usual cheery greeting. Viktor and Jayce hardly looked at each other. You wondered if they’d gotten into another fight. Hit a roadblock they couldn’t seem to figure out a way around.
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Slipping through my Fingers - Viktor x Reader
Pairing: Viktor (Arcane) x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: angst/fluff Word Count: Warnings: no use of (y/n), Viktor behaves like an ass in the beginning, self-doubts Summary: Your routine of checking up on Viktor, who fell asleep in the lab takes an unexpected turn Prompts: enemies (not really) to lovers A/N: For @spongelll (let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Bucky and or/Viktor stuff) Before writing: I have so many long ideas, but I know I can’t finish them, so I’m trying to write something short and sweet here.
You feel like an intruder in your own laboratory, as you quietly crank open the heavy, double winged door, peeking inside. The lights are turned off, safe for the one on the wide desk at the far end of the room. And there, in the halo of a lamp that bravely beats on against the oppressive push of the darkness of the late hour, sits Viktor. His back is to the door, his cane leaning against the table next to him, and his head? hanging so low over his notes that you know he must be asleep.
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𝕍𝕚𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕣
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𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤
𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚙/𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖!𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚙!𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚣𝚎𝚌𝚑, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 (𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛)
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3.3𝚔
𝙰/𝚗: 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚣𝚎𝚌𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚣𝚎𝚌𝚑!
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Opposite Attract !? — Being the Total Opposite of Them
Characters - Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Content - 2k words, hcs, contrasting personality pairings, light angst, possessiveness & protectiveness, established & developing relationships, tender moments, playful banter, mutual (and one-sided) yearning, conflicting morals & values, opposites-attract themes, soft/domestic interactions, power struggles, emotional vulnerability, implied past trauma, affectionate teasing, mild language.
A/N - hi im back haha... this one is a rlly short one cuz im writing smth amazing right now huehue (its sooo good trust ill be posting it in a few days)
— Vi
-You met Vi by accident—wrong place, wrong time, and before you even realized what was happening, she had already handled it.
-"You wouldn’t last a damn second down here, sweetheart."
-At first, she thought you were just another fragile little thing that needed protecting. And at first, you thought she was dangerous.
-(You were right. But not to you.)
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hi, ive been reading a lot of your fics lately and i absolutely adore how you write sevika mwehehe can i have a request? can you make a fic where reader unintentionally raised her voice at sevika during an argument and sevika went teary eyed with her puppy eyes, and after that reader promised sevika that she'll never do it again, maybe a lots of angst and fluff/comfort? thank you so much and please never stop writinggggggg AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
— sevika when you raise your voice at her
synopsis: you and sevika had one promise to each other; no matter what happens, you won’t blow an argument out of proportion. if either one of you senses you’re about to say or do something spiteful — you walk out. so what happens when you fail to do that and hurt her in the process?
tags: arguing, mentions of violence, screaming, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, angst, reader is kind of a bitch (I was lowkey projecting when I wrote this)
note: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but as a girly who has serious temper issues this req hit too close to home :’) because my biggest fear is accidentally letting my anger out on my partner so thank you for sending this req in and for your kind words. ily <3 I hope you like this.
it felt like you two were running around in circles at this point.
you only ever asked sevika one thing and one thing only - to look out for herself and to stop playing martyr all the time. you get it. she has a job to do and she looks out for people. but how much more of playing sacrifice will it take before her actions eventually backfire on her?
maybe you sounded selfish, but you didn’t care. you were exhausted seeing your girlfriend come home all the time looking so beaten up - sometimes her prosthetic was missing, she’s limping, blood smeared all over her and there have been occasions she didn’t even come home. you ran around zaun in search of her during those days just to find her sporting new bruises and another broken limb in the last drop, clearly not wanting you to see her in that state.
but you did. you always do and you were getting tired fearing for her life 24/7.
“sweetheart, it’s not that big of a deal-“
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QUEEN OF THE DAMNED dir. Michael Rymer, 2002
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A/N : My first arcane fic, tell me what you think and give me some character ideas down in the comments!
Date : 29/03/25
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He's getting worse, and he thinks nobody can't tell, but they can. Every limp, every cough, they notice.
You notice.
You see him as he leans heavier and heavier on his cane every day, how he refuses to sit down even when his leg is clearly hurting him. You go up to him, let him lean on you, give him a break for a while from the pain that is his life.
It's late at night, Jayce has gone home, the councillors are wherever they have chosen to go at the late hour, leaving only Viktor and you in the lab. You lean back against the desk, watching, waiting, as Viktor tends to the hexcore, studies it, notes things done in his notepad full of different scribbles and diagrams.
One of your hands reaches out to rest on his back as he begins to cough violently, your other hand grasping one of his elbows as you gently push him down onto a chair, propping his cane up against the desk.
You look down at him as he glances up at you, a mix of gratitude and what almost seems to be sadness in his eyes before he keels over once more, violent coughs wracking through his already fragile body. You stand by his side, your eyes locked on his face as you press a tissue into his hand, making sure he's okay.
He doesn't know, or maybe he does, but you see it all. You notice it all. He gets up after a little while, taking his cane with a short nod of gratitude as you pass it to him, helping him limp back over to his desk.
You study the hexcore and its movements, planning new gadgets and gizmos for Hextech to improve Piltover and Zaun, to be used to help rather than destroy. Both you and Viktors focus remains on the Hexcore, but you begin to get restless, your eyes flicking between him and the Hexcore, antsy to find something, anything, to help him.
But you know he'd never let you, he'd insist he was fine even if he was lying on his deathbed, not allowing anyone to help him. He walked himself through life struggling, became who he is today on his own, and that's how he intends to stay. Independent.
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It's a few hours later, and the lab is silent, only the soft noises of the Hexcore and its purple light filling the empty room. Viktor is slumped over his desk, papers all around him and under his head, his rough and calloused hand still grasping his pencil like his life depends on it.
You sigh, finally getting up from your place leaning against his desk, padding over to him quietly. One of your hands gently removes his cane and leans it against the hardwood furniture as your other hand slips past his brown tresses and presses against his forehead, lifting it a little.
Quickly, you remove the papers and notepads and rough sketches from where his head had laid previously before shrugging off your academy jacket and folding it up, placing it onto Viktors desk and softly lowering his sleeping head onto the bundled jacket. Your hands nimbly fold each piece of paper and different sketches, putting everything back into its proper place before pulling up a chair, sitting by Viktors sleeping form.
Your eyes drift over his sleeping form, staring at his slumped figure in vague sadness. His face is peaceful, calm almost.
The calmest you've ever seen the man.
His back rises and falls slowly, your eyes following each move as you sit in silence, thinking. Thinking about him.
Viktor. Thinking about what could have been, if he believed in himself, believed in Hextech, believed that there was more to life than whatever twisted view he held in his mind of himself.
But you know there is nothing you can do but watch, watch as he ignores his growing symptoms, watch as his state deteriorates. Watch as he slowly dies.
Because in the end, he'd never let anyone help him anyway.
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Festivities and fruits
Barbie dolls: gn! Reader x Sejanus x coriolanus
Word: 2.4k
Summary: basically you and Sejanus are dating and Coriolanus is struggling with some feelings towards the both of you
Warnings: you and Sejanus are tots chill with pda, a smidge of ooc coriolanus but it's fine, you're rlly rude and mean to Arachne, vomit mentioned once but not like described 🙏, eating mentioned but you j drink a beverage, yeah