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HCs for Sevika w/ an oral fixation
Ooo baby this one is sin
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This one is based off a hc by @justhereforsubsevika !!! Thank you for the sevi brainrot food my friend 😫
cw: smut. (mostly) bottom!sevika (TEEHEE)
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Those are some of the prettiest, most captivating lips south of Noxus. They were meant to always be wrapped around something; or, parted and filled until she gagged.
She is an absolute munch. She'd live between your legs if you'd allow it. Morning wood? No, morning munchies.
You wake up every morning, without fail, to Sevika peppering your skin with kisses. You can tell sleep is still clinging to her mind like it is yours, because her kisses fade in and out with minute pauses when she nearly falls back asleep for a moment.
And yet, she's still kissing down your body, lingering to lavish your lower stomach with special attention before she rises back to kiss under your ear.
"Can I have it, baby?" She'll ask in a morning voice that could have Janna herself laying back and spreading.
Her fingers are busying themselves teasing the hem of your underwear, and are deftly ripping away the damnable boundary once you emphatically say yes.
She'll always give you those begging eyes while she goes down on you, as if pleading with you for even more of your essence down her throat. She can never have enough of you. Her mind melts away when you're between her lips, all she can comprehend is you, your taste, and how you fall apart in her mouth.
Eating you out is by far her favorite past-time, she would say it's a hobby of hers even, but it's more than even that; it's literally a passion of hers. Sevika daydreams about your pussy, eyes glazing over mid-workday as she traces out your clit in her mind.
MUNCH
Once you two are together, she can't even masturbate without something resembling your pussy with her. In her mouth, specifically.
You get Sevika the custom-made fleshlight as an anniversary gift, handing it to her with a giggle (mostly bc you'd wrapped it in a way where it was very obvious what it was).
"Please make sure I catch you using it," you murmur in her ear with a groan, palming her cunt through her pants to drive home your point. And if bby can do one thing, it's follow orders!
On the night that Sevika first uses it, she gets home a little earlier than you do from work. There's rarely a night where she doesn't need to blow off some steam from dealing with the repercussions of Silco's blunders, or the general headassery of the Chem-barons.
You're not home yet, and she's particularly impatient. She takes the fleshlight out from the nightstand (with a strange sense of bashfulness lol), running her fingers gently over the replica of your pussy lips. She bites her lip, imagining your breathy moans at her light touches.
She lays down on her stomach on the bed, pillow tucked under her hips and propping her pretty ass even further up in the air. She holds the fleshlight with her mechanical hand in front of her face like she's laid between your legs, while the other pumps one of your longer dildos slowly in and out of her pussy…
Sevika doesn't know how she ever touched herself without it beforehand. Stars are shooting around behind her eyes as she traces her tongue over the perfectly-replicated folds of your pussy. There's something so painfully lewd- borderline humiliating- about what she's doing that makes her even more wet.
She loves it, she loves it so much and she's pumping the dildo even faster, her hips bucking as she sucks on "your" clit, eyes rolling back as she swears she can taste you. She can practically hear you cooing her ear, calling her a good girl while your hand strokes over her ass-
Oh, but you are cooing in her ear. And your hand's drifted down to the cock between her legs, taking control and slowing the pace down until she was whimpering. Big, strong Sevika, whimpering.
"Shhh, baby, it's okay, I'm here. Keep eating that little toy of yours out, keep being good."
The little moan of submission she gives shoots straight up your spine, and it takes all of your willpower not to fuck her silly with the dildo. You keep pumping it slowly, bottoming out with each stroke just to hear that restrained whimper in the back of her throat.
Sevika looked so good when you stepped into the bedroom, hips rutting against your pillow as she fucked into herself, face buried in your pussy. She was consumed by you, and it drove you absolutely insane.
You appreciate getting to see from a different angle how she looks when she eats you out. It's so clear that she's eating you out for her own pleasure (the fuckin' brat) rather than your own, as she practically makes out with the fleshlight.
Against all rationale, you're almost jealous. Then you remember, you're in charge.
"Enough of that. Lay on your back." And then, you're climbing up to sit on her pretty face (not without giving her a proper hello kiss first, ofc), leaning over her with a broken moan to continue fucking her with the dildo.
You'd think she hadn't had a proper meal in days with how loudly she moans into your pussy. Her hands clamp down on your hips, pulling you down to smother her face. And suddenly… you're not nearly as in charge as her tongue is.
"B-baby… please, wait, it's so much, oh!" You're whimpering as you rest your forehead on her stomach, your wrist lazily pumping the dildo in and out of her. It's funny how quickly that wicked tongue can break your more dominant spirit.
She won't stop suckling on your clit, muttering "so good, so sweet" in that fucked-out tone of hers that lets you know Sevika's gone. All that's in her place are her whims, all of which have to do with having you in her mouth.
She's pulling your third orgasm of the night out of you, which at that point your throat is raw from screaming and begging for more. You rapidly tap on her thigh, squeaking out a high-pitched string of "please"'s that cause her to release you with a pop.
That puppy-eyed look is back as you two readjust, with you laying back on the bed and her bracketed between your legs. "Was that good?" She asks, her mind still hazy, and sinking back into her subspace as you massaged her scalp.
"So good, Sevi," you praised. She smirked pridefully, dipping down between your legs to give your pussy a kiss. She laughs softly when your hips buck, and you push her face back with a whine.
"The real thing's still better," she says, reaching up to grasp one of your hands as her languid, loving kisses branched out.
Topsider Law / Undercity Luffy - One Piece x Arcane Crossover
I tried to post it on a pseudonym on AO3 to distinguish it from my main fics seeing as it's both crossover and a bit too dark (with no comedic relief, even!) to fit my general style but frankly I have no idea if any of my plans even worked out there.
Without further ado, please enjoy this dark, gritty and stinky One Piece x Arcane Oneshot!
Lane Rat
Summary:
Based off on a tweet by @yoononymous! A oneshot! Law has heard rumors of a new drug being developed in the undercity. Wanting to get a cutting edge on his fellow students in the academy, he decides to strike a deal with the undercity's leader, Silco.
The air is so thick down here, it's absolutely disgusting.
Law feels like he can barely breathe at all. He should have hired somebody to come here in his stead instead of subjecting himself to the filth of the undercity.
Yet some morbid curiosity had fuelled him. He'd never been here after all, too busy feeling glad that he wasn't part of this retched city underneath the marvelous pristine of Piltover.
Frankly, part of what had held him back from sending somebody here was that the medical research he came to learn about wasn't strictly... legal.
Which is to say, the academy might well kick him out if they found out about him messing around with this.
Rumor had been that there was a new drug available in the Lanes, a drug that would amplify the physical strength of all those who consumed it, oftentimes healing wounds or ailments in the process.
Not that this drug had a permanent effect, so he'd need to study it carefully. However, if he could find a way to make its effects permanent he might just find a revolutionary way to cure ailments or maybe even just provide increased physical strength to whoever wanted it.
For the right price, of course. Studying medecine did not come cheap, not even when you were from a famous house in Piltover.
He's come here shrouded in a long, black cloak bearing the mark of his house Trafalgar on the back, but somehow the rats in the Lanes still seem to recognize him as a topsider. Maybe it's the way he walks, the way he doesn't scurry around looking for crumbs like them. The way he has pride and dignity while they are worth no more than the filthy dirt under his boots.
He's all too aware of the following he's been gathering since his arrival in this disgusting place. More and more shadows have been trailing after him, some barely even trying to conceal the fact that they were following him. His grip on his trusted sword Kikoku tightens. Let them come. He's got no qualms about ridding Runeterra of a few worthless criminals.
The address that he'd been given seems like a rather lavish den of thieves. "The Last Drop", it proudly states on the sign hanging above the establishment. Law scoffs. What an unimaginative name. Nothing like the noble establishments up top.
He heads inside, noticing that the shadows trailing after him seem to slink away as he enters the building. So they fear whoever is running this place. Good to know.
The air inside somehow feels even harder to breathe. He'd put the gas mask on that he bought specifically for this purpose but his informant had told him that the people living in the undercity might not take well to that, especially considering how easily it would make him recognizable as a topsider. Not that they don't already know that, if he goes by the looks they're giving him.
He ignores them and steps into a hallway besides the bar, unsheating Kikoku and connecting its hilt to a contraption strapped to his back. He makes sure Kikoku is hidden well as he knocks on the door before him at the end of the hallway. He does not wish to antagonize, but he's also not going to head into the lion's den unprepared.
A grumpy woman with short hair that's bound behind her head in a small ponytail opens the door, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you want?"
Law gives her a condescending look. "I am from the house of Trafalgar. I have organized a meeting with your... leader." The disdain in his voice is clear and he takes a sadistic bit of joy from the hatred that he briefly sees flash through her eyes.
The woman nods. "Fine. Wait here."
She slams the door shut right in front of his face. Law is astonished. Should he really be treated so poorly? He knows they are nothing but worthless scoundrels, but he had assumed their manners to be a little more refined nonetheless. Surely they must have any basic idea of how business is successfully done even in this rotten hellhole?
It takes a few minutes for the door to open again. This time Law finds himself face to face with a terrifying beauty with black and grey hair and a metal mask covering most of her face.
He refuses to step aside, even if her stature and clothing suggest wealth, dignity and money something he's a little more used to from Piltover.
"Step aside.", the woman commands. Her voice has a mechanic filter to it, no doubt due to the mask. He'd love to know how it works and what it is good for. The people living here are used to the thick air, so it can't be because of that.
Just then, he notices a very strange looking floating contraption beside the woman. What it is he has no idea, but his curious mind is immediately piqued.
"Did you not hear me, worm?" The woman's voice is seething with rage at this point.
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?", Law immediately puffs out his chest, trying to seem a little more intimidating.
"Some little topsider boy who got lost and thinks he can make business with the bigshots. That's all I need to know." Her voice is so condescending that Law makes a mental remark to practise his own tones of condescension at home a bit more.
The woman from earlier appears behind the woman with the contraption, signalling to Law. "Come on. It's time for your meeting with the boss."
Law nods at her and steps aside, letting the rude woman through. "Thanks for stopping by, Renata. I hope you'll find the new design to your liking." The woman addressed as Renata has nearly passed through the hallway as she hears that. She stops in her tracks and doesn't bother turning around as she sneers. "That's Miss Glasc, if you value your life, Sevika."
To Law's surprise, the woman addressed as Sevika visibly pales slightly. She'd seemed like the sort of tough, phased-by-nothing sort of criminal so judging by her reaction, this Renata Glasc person must be rather important in the undercity.
Law follows after Sevika into what appears to be a rather small space for the supposed leader of the undercity. Silco, his name, not somebody he should anger by any means, or so his informant had said.
He'd seen a picture of Silco before so he doesn't show any signs of surprise to see the left eye of the underground leader look so... wrong, for lack of a better word, but his rational mind cannot help but try to analyze what had happened to it.
Some toxic fumes? An injury to the eye, tried to fix through some technical means? He wonders if he would have been able to restore the eye to its previous state if he had gotten to treat Silco after the wound but shakes himself out of his thoughts when he realizes that he's just been standing there silently for half a minute.
Silco himself is seated in his large chair, leaned against the back of it. Apparently he's not willing to make the first move, trying to put Law at a disadvantage but two can play that game. Law is all too used to knowing how to navigate the difficult situations in the academy and he doesn't feel particularly intimidated by this thin, seemingly powerless man. Which is sure to be a misconception, judging by the information his informant had provided him with prior to this meeting.
According to the rumors, Silco had disposed of the previous leader of the undercity of many years violently, taking total control and uniting the undercity once more, taking up far more illegal transactions with Piltover than had previously been the norm. Law isn't sure if all of this information can be trusted, but one thing had been clear - if even a fraction of the rumors were true, he'd do well to remain on friendly terms with the man before him.
Finally, Silco speaks up, getting up off his chair and moving around it to lean against the front of it. "So you're the youngest son of House Trafalgar."
"That I am.", Law answers simply.
Silco looks at him scrutinizingly. "I trust you are aware that this new research we talked about in our communication cannot be given out freely to any untrustworthy individual. The other chembarons would be all too happy to get their hands on it."
Law's eyes narrow. "Given out freely? The sum we agreed on is rather lofty for you to describe it as "free"."
"Perhaps.", Silco muses. "But you are a researcher, are you not? Surely you would agree that the value of knowledge cannot be determined through mere monetary means."
"Be that as it may", Law responds in just as much of a haughty tone. "I have yet to know whether this new chemical of yours is of any value to me and my research. I suggest you do not question me and focus on the business part of our agreement."
"Very well." Silco gets up once more and moves to a cabinet in the side of the room, grabbing a suitcase resting on top of it. He carries it to the desk with ease, unzipping the sides and revealing what is within to Law: many vials of a purple liquid, bubbles inside, rising to the surface.
"This is what we call Shimmer. The chemical you paid for, the main focus of our deal. It is very new of course, so there hasn't been much testing as of yet."
Law's eyes shine with greed as he regards the vials. "I see. I look forward to doing some testing myself. Perhaps we could strike an accord. You reduce the price on this chemical and in return I remain in contact with you and provide my test results with you?"
Silco nods slowly. "Perhaps that would be a wise decision. We do already have one lab scientist working on tests, but it is as they say, the more the merrier."
He scrutinizes Law once more. "Beware, however. The test subjects tend to get a little... volatile."
Law nods, thinking of the sound-proof isolation chamber he's set up in his basement. "Fine by me. I can take the necessary precautions."
The deal is quickly struck, Law exchanging a reduced amount of the previously agreed on price in exchange for the suitcase full of Shimmer. Just as Law thinks that they're already done with everything, a weak whimper can be heard from the door adjacent to the office. He raises his eyebrows curiously, looking at Silco questioningly.
Silco waves him off. "Don't pay it any mind. That's just one of the people we will take in for testing soon."
Law's curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have a test subject himself yet and he's eager to get his hands on one. "Mind showing them to me?"
Silco shrugs. "I don't see why not." He opens the door to the adjacent room.
Apparently the boy on the other side had been leaned against the door because he stumbles and barely catches himself from falling as he enters the room.
It's a thin, starved looking boy, a little younger than Law, or maybe that's just the effects of starvation displayed on the boy before him. His black hair looks like it hasn't been washed in days if not weeks and his clothes are ragged and dirty. A strange hat made of straw dangles from a rope around his neck, looking entirely out of place in a city as dirty and sunless as this one.
Law can't help the contemptuous sneer that sneeks onto his lips at just how disgusting the kid before him looks. His contempt gets worse when the kids suddenly flings himself to Law's legs, clinging to it, looking up with wide eyes.
"Please. Help me. Please!"
Law looks at Silco, who shrugs once more. "I supposed we should have gagged him already. Someone..." - He looks at a pistol laying on his office desk as if blaming it for that someone's actions - "Should have taken him to the lab already, but she seems to not be taking her duties too seriously. Please excuse the disturbance."
"No, no.", Law quickly reassures. "Maybe I could take him with me?"
"Yes! Please, please, I just want to get back to my friends, they need me, we ran into trouble with one of the other gangs and I don't know if they're okay and-"
Law intercepts the desperate rambling of the kid by striking him straight across the face. "Silence."
The boy falls backwards, looking up in absolute horror and distraught, his hopes of being saved by this new stranger now completely shattered.
Silco smirks at the boy's expression before turning his gaze back to Law. "Why do you want to take him with you?"
"Well, seeing as I will be exercising some testing of this Shimmer drug, I too will need a test subject. It'll be hard to smuggle a person into Piltover, but going up from the undercity here should work fine, I think."
"Ah. I see. If he will still be used for his intended use, then I see no problem with it. It's not like anybody will miss him."
The boy, who's now sat on the ground, hugging his knees, mumbles quietly. "You're wrong. They'll come for me. Zoro and Sanji and Nami and Usopp and all the rest. They won't give up on me."
Silco scoffs. "Your little band of hooligans? I give them a week before they are crushed by one of the other gangs. They completely lack discipline."
Silco helps Law in gagging and restraining the resistant boy who tries to fight them but has barely any strength left from how much he appears to have been starved lately. They put him in a sack and Silco administers a sleeping drug to him so he won't cause a scene as Law makes his way back to Piltover.
As Silco says his farewell to Law at the door, he says: "I look forward to reading of your test results, mister Trafalgar. To a long and happy partnership."
He reaches out his hand for a handshake which Law prompty accepts. "To a long and happy partnership. Thank you for giving me the test subject free of charge. You're sure that those friends he spoke of won't cause any issue to me?"
Silco shrugs and smiles in a cruel fashion. "If they do, I'll have my men take care of them. Worry not."
she's most definitely playing be my druidess by type o negative i cannot make this up.
I'm curious 🤔 what song would she be playing or what song matches Punk Sevika energy better
"erm you can't ship melvika because they've never even interacted—" you would've never survived the Jack Frost x Elsa x Merida trenches.
a younger sevika with long hair!
me whenever y'all draw long haired sevika
y'all how tall is sevika before i start throwing shit out there
they're so princess!mel and knight!sevika...
PEOPLE WHO WRITE FOR MODERN!SEVIKA!!! HOW DID SHE LOSE HER ARM IN YOUR AU I NEED IDEAS!!!!!
snippets from my upcoming melvika fic, tattoo artist!mel x punk!sevika. i'm terrible at choosing titles so pls help!
auntie!sevika who gets jinx and isha that fuckass art supplies kit for their birthday please do y'all know what i'm talking about
🎸𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤! 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐥 🎸
18+ minors please dni
content warnings: there’s honestly none! it’s sweet and i had a lot of fun. if people like it and are interested i’ll probably consider a part 2.
based off this ask 🎸
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✮⚡︎ sevika’s band name is The Z Rebels. they’re pretty big in zaun and even book shows in piltover surprisingly. sevika loved that she could rock out with her bass guitar and either hide in the foggy shadows on stage or stand right on edge and enthrall everyone with just her fingers.
✮⚡︎ she had unexpectedly met mel as the z rebels were setting up for their latest gig at a semi-fancy night club. mel commanded the room by the mere presence of walking in and popping her gum far too loudly. sevika couldn’t take her eyes off of mel either. she wore her hair in two large puffs in shapes of stars. sevika found herself loving mel’s two braids adorned with beads.
✮⚡︎ mel was one of the z rebels biggest fans. moving to piltover in somewhat exile hadn’t squashed her self expression or interest. she had found another punk scene in piltover thanks to the efforts of the zaun community. it slowly trickled into piltover but she enjoyed more the underground scene in zaun. so when she heard they were performing in piltover mel jumped on the opportunity to help with anything.
✮⚡︎ mel’s favorite member of the band, of course, was sevika. she loved the range of emotions sevika could invoke with just her bass. and it helped sevika was insanely attractive. mel had come to the night club in hopes of catching sevika alone. she watched as the band did sound checks with a noticeable excitement radiating off of her.
✮⚡︎ it was sevika who had made the first move. she could feel mel’s eyes on her the entire sound check. taking account of mel green eyes lighting up when sevika practiced her solo. sevika doesn’t think she could have resisted mel anyway. because the second sevika hopped off of stage and crossed to mel—the younger woman shot out of her chair with a huge smile. her plaid skirt was frayed and sewed with patches of other material. when sevika got closer she almost stumbled backwards. the club lights didn’t do mel any justice.
✮⚡︎ mel found it exceptionally easy to talk with sevika despite being star struck. sevika’s dry humor and slight awkwardness allowed mel to feel comfortable around sevika. and sevika could not pull her eyes away from the green ones that looked up at her with such fondness and adoration.
✮⚡︎ sevika certainly had slept with a few groupies. most of the band did. it’s not the reason she started but it certainly made playing fun when they were sometimes so severely underpaid from gigs. but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to drag mel into a bathroom stall. sevika knew mel deserved more than that.
✮⚡︎ mel and sevika met up the following day at local restaurant in zaun. when mel suggested it—sevika rambled on with slight offense that mel didn’t need to placate her. she could afford to eat in piltover despite not wishing to. but when mel defiantly spoke back and told sevika to get over herself—well sevika did just that.
✮⚡︎ it was very much a surprise to the other band members when mel started attending all their gigs. and it was even more of a surprise when sevika wrote her first song. the idea dawned on her when mel rested her chin and hand on sevika’s stomach after a session of lovemaking. a word sevika would normally never use.
✮⚡︎ sevika’s song to mel was an instant hit. they were getting interests for a record deal. and potentially a proper tour. sevika twirled mel around in her arms once they signed their first deal. mel had offered to look over the contract and even get them a good lawyer.
✮⚡︎ people have made assumptions mel is the cash cow for the z rebels. which isn’t true. if they need something mel is the last person they’ll ask. mel also never offers unless it’s something dire. she knows how important it is for the entire band to say they worked hard. blood sweat and tears. but she adores throwing after parties in her penthouse for them. she loves having the unity of zaun and piltover be initiated through a fucking punk rock band.
✮⚡︎ and mel’s job…well…one day she’s a painter. the next day she’s a writer. for a brief period she became the band’s photographer until vi pointed out she only took pictures of sevika. not like sevika cared too much. sevika knew mel was a trust fund baby but it didn’t bother her as it should’ve. mel never flashed her money or made sevika feel bad about her own upbringings.
✮⚡︎ eventually mel ended up selling her penthouse and her one and only big gift to the group was buying them their own home in zaun. it wasn’t perfect and needed lots of renovations. but she loved seeing sevika in her tank tops and work pants carrying around lumber and bags of concrete. and when mel’s and sevika room was done—mel took the time to create a mural in their room that reminded her of the love growing between her and sevika.