How The Madrigals Would React To Seeing You In Encanto For The First Time - Pt. 1

Ribbon

18+ this is your fair warning

Luisa lay in her thin lacy nightgown, giving you a very skeptical look. Her limbs were tied with materials a regular strength person could break.

“Amor, what are you trying to accomplish here?” She asked, specifically looking at the ribbon on her wrists which looked oddly familiar.

“Wellll.” You drawled, sliding a single finger down from the tip of her chin to the valley of her breasts. “We both know I wouldn’t be able to find materials that could actually restrain you, so I came up with a different approach. “I used the straps from my sandals on your legs, which you aren’t going to break because that would make my life a bit inconvenient, and on your wrists is my favorite hair ribbon.” She stared in shock for a moment.

“I feel like that’s cheating.” Luisa said, a little bit of awe in her voice.

“I have to get around your strength somehow if we’re going to try this.” You argued. “Are you ready?” Luisa nodded. “Good. Now hold still for me darling.”

You moved to your hands and knees, still straddling her torso. You kissed her a little roughly, your tongue insistent on being on her mouth. Meanwhile your hands slid down to where the thin lace only sort of hid her full breasts. You squeezed a little roughly, earning a small gasp. You let up on her mouth for a minute, kissing along the path your finger had taken earlier. You pushed aside the lace, putting your mouth on one errect nipple, while your fingers played with the other.

“Ah, angel!” Luisa panted, still managing to hold still. You switched which one was receiving which kind of attention, earning another little noise as the nipple pulled out of your mouth with a pop. You stalled there for a while, kissing, licking and biting her breasts.

“Amor, please.” She asked. You moved up to kiss her mouth again, pausing first to take in the sight of her face flushed, her hair loose and fanned out over the pillows. You pulled away slowly, a playful expression on your face.

“Would you like me to keep going?” You teased.

“Yes!”

“As you wish.” You said, pushing the hem of her nightgown higher to expose her soaked core. Your eyes met, gazes holding as you put your tongue on her already swollen clit. She tried not to whimper, but you had been winding her up all day with hints about what you had planned. The nightgown was even your idea. As your tongue continued to work, you slid two fingers inside, crooking your fingers slightly, rubbing that spot that made her fight the impulse to buck her hips.

“Angel, please!” She gasped as you started to suck her clit. You reached a hand up to squeeze and pinch each breast. “Y/n, y/n, y/n! She gasped fighting to keep control of her limbs. Her limbs quivered with the strain. You sucked harder, moving your fingers faster. Her ability to form coherent sentences left her, giving you only choppy, desperate gasps and disjointed syllables.

“Cum for me.” You instructed, either your timing was impeccable, or she had been holding off. The minute those words left you, she gasped bucking her hips, her clit throbbing. You grinned watching her come off the high. As she caught her breath, you undid the ties at her ankles.

“H-how bad I-is it?” She asked.

“Not bad at all. You did wonderfully.” You assured, tossing them off to the side. You pulled the knot loose at her wrists, letting them fall to the bed. You tossed it off to the side too, cuddling in to her. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?” You asked, stroking her face gently.

“I’m alright.” She assured before snuggling you tighter. “Just don’t go away.” She asked softly.

“I promise, I’m not planning to be anywhere else tonight.” Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly as sleep crept up on her.

“Good.”

“Sleep well darling.” You received no answer other than steady breathing. You smiled and settled on to follow suit.

End of a Day // Luisa Madrigal x Reader.

A/N: okay, so I LOVE Luisa and I need to write some of those adorable prompts for her…enjoy, dear readers!

Prompt: cuddling with Luisa and taking a bath with Luisa (fluff version).

Pairing: Luisa Madrigal x Reader (female pronouns used).

Luisa sighed softly, her muscular body leaning against the closed door.

What a damn day…it had been one of those days and every part of her felt it still, a dull ache throbbing throughout her entire body. Every muscle ached and burned, her feet felt so sore. Even her mind felt it, a headache thrumming in her head and refusing to let her be. All day, she had been wanting everything to be over…but more then that, she had been wanting you.

Her Y/N.

Just the thought of your name, so sweet on her tongue and soothing to her soul, had Luisa smiling softly.

All day she had thought of you and her arms had longed to drop her heavy burdens and take you up instead. And now with the work finally over (at least for now), she could finally do just that…but where were you?

Looking around her bedroom, Luisa did not see you as she normally did.

Her home had changed since you had come along, Casita shifting to make a place for you in her life. It was now like a little apartment, pieces of you scattered all over. The yellow kitchen (with your recipe book still open on the counter, always warm and smelling of good things), the living room (your books alongside her and your sewing box on the table), and even the bedroom (your sweater hanging on the chair) was empty…which only left one place to check.

“Amore?”

Moving slowly across the bedroom, Luisa opened the door to the bathroom..and there you were.

Steam filled the little room and you sat on the edge of the tub, swirling in bath oils as a little song played on the radio. Clad in only a silken robe of brightest blue, little golden butterflies scattered all over it, you looked so lovely in the light of the setting sun.

Gold melted over you as you looked up, smiling at her.

“Luisa!” You said so sweetly (no one said her name like you did, oh, you made it sound like magic). “How was your day?”

“It was…a day.”

“I had a feeling,” you replied. “so I started a bath. Care to join me?”

Nodding silently, Luisa smiled as you helped her undress. She could have done it herself but she liked so much when you did it, the feeling of your fingers making her heart soar. Leaving the blouse and skirt pooled on the floor, you kissed her aching shoulders softly, undoing her hair from the ribbon and letting her thick curls fall free. Sinking into the warm water, Luisa sighed in delight. Already she was relaxing. Perched on the edge, you washed her hair gently and just let her vent about everything.

You were always willing to listen.

And she loved that, knowing that at the end of everything, you would always be there to pick her up when she fell apart.

“…and I’m just happy it’s over, you know?”

“I do, baby.”

Pouring the small jug of water over her, Luisa sighed as the hot water poured down her scalp and shoulders.

A shudder of pleasure shot down her spin, pretty lips twitching into a lazy smile. Opening her eyes just so, Luisa could see you through her lashes as you rinsed her hair and hummed along to the radio. Oh, you were so pretty! So perfect!

Noticing her secret gaze, you kissed the top of her head and whispered a question.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Well…there is something you can do, amore…”

Her rough hands gently tugged on the strings of your robe, letting it fall away as you giggled a little bit.  Lips peppered all over your breasts and belly, each soft kiss making you sight so happily, until she couldn’t wait any longer. Lifting you up, Luisa pulled you into the tub and sat you between her legs, resting you against her breasts. Water rippled and rose, nearly pouring over the edge, as you settled into her.

The sound of her heartbeat, steady and strong, thumped in her chest and you smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Luisa whispered. “I needed this.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Taking your hand in hers, Luisa kissed your fingers sweetly, still marveling at the fact that you were hers…all hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a long while.

Bathing one another with the rose-scented soap and old washcloths, you just enjoyed the warmth of the bath and, even better, the warmth of one another. It was such a simple moment but it was everything to Luisa. Everything she could ever want or need…In time, she rose up from the bath and carried you out with her. Drying one another with the fluffy towels, you walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Luisa wore her simple nightgown, a white cotton dress that ended below her knees, and you wore one of her shirts. It looked so big on you and she loved that.

The bed, as big as it happened to be, was still a little small for the both of you but neither one minded very much.

Leaning against the big pillows, you held your book in one hand and left the other to rest in Luisa’s still damp curls. Her head rested on your heart, eyes closed. Long lashes curled against her cheeks and you smiled, thinking her so pretty.

Wrapped in a swath of handmade quilts, colorful and warm, the two of you cuddled close.

“Will you read to me?”

“Always,” you replied.

It was a little thing but she liked it…she asked for it often. Whatever you were reading, you would read aloud and she would fall asleep slowly.

“The man’s voice spoke again: ‘Are you very tired?’ ‘Oh, tonight, I gave you my soul and I am dead!’ ‘Your soul is a beautiful thing, child,’ replied the man’s grave voice ‘and I thank you! No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.’ Raoul heard nothing after that…”

And she slept.

Mumbling something you could not understand, Luisa held you in a sleepy embrace and you smiled at the sight of her. She was yours…all yours.

Turning your eyes to the page, you returned to your story and read a bit more.

Soon, though, you would join her in your dreams. Even as you slept, you belonged to her, dreaming only of your true lover. In dreams, she did not have to work so hard and the days were not so long. There was only and her and love.

A happy ending to a long day.

bottom sevika always lives rent-free in my head #my weakness is sub sevika 

sevika with a dommy mommy s/o 😳🤭

hcs or fic (its up to u)

~ Sevika With A Dommy Mommy S/O ~

NSFW Below!

➼ Oh how the tables have turned.

➼ At first, Sevika wasn’t quite okay with the fact that you were the one in charge.

➼ Like come on now, this woman’s usually the dominant one.

➼ Before you guys were dating, you were quite handsy with her.

➼ This beautiful woman had caught your eye and you’ll do everything to have her.

➼ You would buy her drinks, light her cigar, and sometimes backhug her to play around.

➼ That caught Sevika off guard at first but after multiple tries, you felt her gave in.

➼ “You’re so beautiful Love.”

➼ If you don’t stop with them nicknames this woman’s about to PASS OUT.

➼ Sevika can literally sense you big dick energy from far away ngl

➼ Sevika’s always in denial about how she didn’t like it when you treated her this way.

➼ She didn’t like feeling weak and vulnerable and WOULD NEVER be soft in front of you.

➼ We still need a fucking explanation to why she’s in your bed right now.

➼ Oh she’s still in denial… As she lays there naked in your bed with her messy hair.

NSFW BELOW!

➼ I swear to god this woman.

➼ You can’t help but tease her.

➼ Just look at her— Isn’t she adorable when she’s underneath you?

➼ Sevika will try to cover her face with the blanket.

➼ She ain’t letting you see her blushin—

➼ You looove worshipping her body.

➼ Planting soft wet kisses down her body until you come across a specific area *cough cough*

➼ Winking at her as you slowly go down on her.

➼ “Does Mommy make you feel good~?”

➼ Yes, Sevika calls you Mommy— NO ARGUMENTS.

➼ Moans louder when you insert your finger inside her.

➼ At one point Sevika’s begging for the straps—

➼ “You want it? Then beg for it.”

➼ The only person who can turn the scary lady of Zaun into a submissive baby.

➼ “Let me hear you, Love.”

➼ As you pound harder into her.

➼ Kiss the scars on her body and she’ll IMMEDIATELY melt into you.

➼ You’re the big spoon when you guys cuddle after sex ;)

ーsakura ogami dating & nsfw hcs

A/N: this is shorter and more rushed than usual, sorry! I joined another blog so I'm setting it up right after writing two fics!

Prompt: Sakura's birthday!

Pairing(s): Sakura Ogami x reader

CW: restraints, fingering, edging, bath sex, rough sex, cunninglingus

Notes: gn!reader, nsfw content under the second red divider

Sakura is kind and a great girlfriend, albeit a little scary

She'd do anything to protect you

Not in a creepy way, she just likes knowing you're safe

Very gentle hugs because she's afraid she might hurt you

Sometimes she gets a little clumsy, because she's so big

So if you hear a random crash in the middle of the night, she probably knocked over a pan while getting water

If you wake up from it, she'll apologize, if you don't, she'll apologize in the morning

Zones out sometimes, she's always thinking and forgets what she's doing!

She's a little bit awkward, because usually people are scared of her, but she's able to give you physical affection often!

Would help you work out, but she's used to her very harsh training, so she might push you a little bit

Don't be shy to tell her that it's too much for you, if she does, she'll let you take a break

Ice cream dates, beach dates, spa dates

Piggyback rides <3

Sakura the switchy vers

Bottom and sub preferred <3

Probably pretty vanilla tbh

She's into things like fingering, edging, just smaller things like that

Not much of a sex person

Likes when you're rough with her, less so the other way around

Bath sex, probably

Ooh cunninglingus she's into that too

Always has a condom or two and a pair of scissors on her

Wouldn't have sex without protection

Is sort of like Rantaro, she thinks of sex as a way to express love, so she only has sex with people she loves

Might be into restraints, but she breaks them sometimes and the little pieces of metal or rope are hard to get out of your bed

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,

Love like you'll never be hurt,

Sing like there's nobody listening,

And live like it's heaven on earth.”

- William W. Purkey

Ribbon

18+ this is your fair warning

Luisa lay in her thin lacy nightgown, giving you a very skeptical look. Her limbs were tied with materials a regular strength person could break.

“Amor, what are you trying to accomplish here?” She asked, specifically looking at the ribbon on her wrists which looked oddly familiar.

“Wellll.” You drawled, sliding a single finger down from the tip of her chin to the valley of her breasts. “We both know I wouldn’t be able to find materials that could actually restrain you, so I came up with a different approach. “I used the straps from my sandals on your legs, which you aren’t going to break because that would make my life a bit inconvenient, and on your wrists is my favorite hair ribbon.” She stared in shock for a moment.

“I feel like that’s cheating.” Luisa said, a little bit of awe in her voice.

“I have to get around your strength somehow if we’re going to try this.” You argued. “Are you ready?” Luisa nodded. “Good. Now hold still for me darling.”

You moved to your hands and knees, still straddling her torso. You kissed her a little roughly, your tongue insistent on being on her mouth. Meanwhile your hands slid down to where the thin lace only sort of hid her full breasts. You squeezed a little roughly, earning a small gasp. You let up on her mouth for a minute, kissing along the path your finger had taken earlier. You pushed aside the lace, putting your mouth on one errect nipple, while your fingers played with the other.

“Ah, angel!” Luisa panted, still managing to hold still. You switched which one was receiving which kind of attention, earning another little noise as the nipple pulled out of your mouth with a pop. You stalled there for a while, kissing, licking and biting her breasts.

“Amor, please.” She asked. You moved up to kiss her mouth again, pausing first to take in the sight of her face flushed, her hair loose and fanned out over the pillows. You pulled away slowly, a playful expression on your face.

“Would you like me to keep going?” You teased.

“Yes!”

“As you wish.” You said, pushing the hem of her nightgown higher to expose her soaked core. Your eyes met, gazes holding as you put your tongue on her already swollen clit. She tried not to whimper, but you had been winding her up all day with hints about what you had planned. The nightgown was even your idea. As your tongue continued to work, you slid two fingers inside, crooking your fingers slightly, rubbing that spot that made her fight the impulse to buck her hips.

“Angel, please!” She gasped as you started to suck her clit. You reached a hand up to squeeze and pinch each breast. “Y/n, y/n, y/n! She gasped fighting to keep control of her limbs. Her limbs quivered with the strain. You sucked harder, moving your fingers faster. Her ability to form coherent sentences left her, giving you only choppy, desperate gasps and disjointed syllables.

“Cum for me.” You instructed, either your timing was impeccable, or she had been holding off. The minute those words left you, she gasped bucking her hips, her clit throbbing. You grinned watching her come off the high. As she caught her breath, you undid the ties at her ankles.

“H-how bad I-is it?” She asked.

“Not bad at all. You did wonderfully.” You assured, tossing them off to the side. You pulled the knot loose at her wrists, letting them fall to the bed. You tossed it off to the side too, cuddling in to her. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?” You asked, stroking her face gently.

“I’m alright.” She assured before snuggling you tighter. “Just don’t go away.” She asked softly.

“I promise, I’m not planning to be anywhere else tonight.” Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly as sleep crept up on her.

“Good.”

“Sleep well darling.” You received no answer other than steady breathing. You smiled and settled on to follow suit.

02﹐🦋﹢﹒mi amor !? . summary: "what kind of date would they take you on for valentines day?"

dolores would likely prefer to stay inside and spend some quality time instead. don't get me wrong, she'd love to bring you out on a fancy special date - perfect for the most special person in her life, you. but she wants to be alone with you, to focus on you. she wants to mute the world just for you, even for a short moment.

you melted into dolores' touch as she lovingly runs her fingers through the knots in your hair. calming, romantic music played through your shared earphones as the long forgotten movie acted as background noise. moments like these were what she treasured the most, sure, it isn't your usual valentines day date. but it's enough. "are you hungry?" she whispered softly into your ear after taking out the earbud, pausing the movie and the music on her phone. "sort of," you snuggled into her chest, "but we can stay here for a bit."

isabela would probably organize a cutesy picnic date in a beautiful private gazebo or something like that. i see her as the type to want it simple, but also aesthetic, you get me? she'd definitely ask you to dance with her, oh! and flowers aren't a problem, she'll have a whole bundle of all your favorites!

isabela chuckled to herself as she watched you stumble on your feet to keep up with her. "how far is it?" you asked, careful with every step you take as your girlfriend had taken the initiative of blind-folding you for her special surprise. "it's close, watch your steps!" and as if she jinxed it, you inconveniently tripped on the steps of the gazebo, not like you knew what you tripped over. thankfully, your girlfriend very graciously caught you in her arms and twirled you around, swiftly sliding the blind-fold off of your face to reveal her valentines gift. "happy valentines, amor."

luisa would be similar to dolores. working a lot gets overwhelming and she'd probably want to avoid that on special occasions. she'll likely ask her mom to help her prepare dinner, then you two just have a romantic dinner date in like, a garden isabela set up for you two or something.

you grinned from ear to ear as luisa brought over your plates and drinks. you two were seated in the middle of a flower garden the isabela had made earlier, specifically for you two. for luisa, she's anxious about this. what if it isn't enough for you? but for you, the fact she went through this much effort just for the two of you? your heart swells in a good way. she sat across you, shoulders tense until she feels your significantly smaller hand on hers. "happy valentines day."

mirabel would probably take you somewhere festive, like a town fair! you two would sit on a grassy hill and admire the beautiful stars and sway to the upbeat music. when you two get hungry you just wander around the booths and stalls, maybe even dance to the music?

mirabel leaned into your shoulder as she stared up at you with a look of admiration, adoration. you're too busy admiring the stars scattered across the midnight sky, but she subtly pecks your knuckles and intertwines your pinkies. you look down at her, grinning and pulling her closer. "hey," you pause, gesturing to the town fair. "you wanna go stuff our mouths full of food and dance until the night wastes away?" you finished, chuckling as mirabel immediately jumps up and pulls you up with her. "let's go!"

camilo would drag you to somewhere like an amusement park or an arcade. he'd have a hand around your waist or shoulder almost the entire time, it's a big place with lots of crowds! he lets you win in games, lets you choose the rides, etc. very fun:)

camilo put in another quarter, determined to win you that dinosaur plush while you were struggling to keep a hold of all the other stuffed animals he's already won. "cami- cami!" you dropped the dozens of stuff animals onto a clean nearby table, keeping an eye on them. "cami you- you don't need to get it?" "no no let me get it." "but—" "shh, anything for you mariposa." "that's sweet but you're looting the whole machine—" "let the children cry."

© aimore [ very cute modern au encanto drabbles for valentines:) as this is scheduled, valentines day was yesterday for me! but happy valentines day to my singles and takens! :D (heads up that my theme will be changing again soon LOL (and probably username)) ]

i’m not dead, just deteriorating

please have this gay shit

Sevika x Artist!Fem!Reader

this shit is so soft, it was supposed to be smut but i love the way it ended

sum: a gradual realization of love

an: this shit is not proofread

wc: 800 (im slacking, sorry guys 😓)

warnings: One smoke of ouid, slightly ooc sev, this takes place when jinx is like,, 13, sevika hates herself, jinx is sad, intense imagery, (is that a warning?)

“So this is my place.” You hummed softly, flipping a switch that made the room buzz with yellow and dying light. The apartment was small, more of a nook really. Cluttered with canvas and towels, one wall was swallowed by a bookshelf, its wood bulging under the weight of chewed up books; The adjacent was a mosaic of frames, each holding their own small world. Some parts were bare, the wall a pale preservation of the once topaz painted brick, now only a skimpy eye-sore begging to be concealed. ”Please ignore the mess,” your hands busied themselves with clearing the kitchenette counter of paints and brushes left to dry. “I swear I cleaned the place last week.”

Sevika stood astonished, never in her life had she felt so small; But now, engulfed in everything you are, she was weak.

“Don’t worry about it,” she smirked, “I think it’s beautiful.”

Sevika often found herself back in your home. It was a breath of fresh air compared to her own barron hammock. She’d found herself there, not only in her visits, but also in her mind. She found herself longing for the scent of your incense, the beat of your brush, the burn of your body. Angry at night when the rough cotton of her blankets could never compare to the itch of your hair and the weight of your limp arms. Always feeling out her skin, and loving her the way an empty cot never could. Angry that she could never amount to your love. She slept angry until your soul reached her on the clouds of her dreams, whispering sweet nothings into her ears miles above the hell you both burned in. But it was never you that woke her.

“You’re acting stupid.” Jinx giggled, coloring sloppy lines across the words of her schoolbook. She was laying on the floor, kicking her bootless feet too and fro to the beat of Sevika’s growl.

“Shut up, do your work.” Sevika turned back to her arm, only to find a screw gone from her workstation.

“Is it a boy?” The girl was standing now, holding out a chalked up hand and one bronze screw. Sevika only met her eyes and scoffed before snatching it out of Jinx's palm. “Its a girl!” Another nasty, deserved look. Jinx’s eyes grew and her snaggle teeth flashed, “You’re just like my sister! One time, she snuck a girl into our room and when Va-“ her face dropped, but she recovered. “Well she got into a lot of trouble.” that made Sevika smile, a soft chuckle tumbling past her lips.

Sevika never took you to The Last Drop, or The Gardens. When she took you places, it was never public, it was serene and honest. She loved the way your skin glowed under neon lights, the way your eyes reflected the stars. She swore one day, she was going to make sure you never lost sight of the stars, whether she was there beside you or not.

“I’m gonna make you a new arm one day.” you spoke in breaths, shifting closer against her body. “One so beautiful and reflective of who you are you will never be scared to love yourself.” You were spewing bullshit, syrup slipping off your tounge, so why did she believe you? why were those the exact words she needed to hear, and why did you know how to say them? When would she wake up not scared to hear your poetry?

“You’re not a mechanic, hun.” she huffed, wasting the pull she just took off a blunt, before handing it to you.

“I know,” you sounded ashamed, as if your talents weren’t advanced enough, “But i’ve met a few around The Picket, one man specializes in weaponry prosthetics-“

“Andy, I’ve met him.”

“Yes! isn't he amazing? And there’s a young boy there too sometimes, he sells trinkets, but he's very skilled, odd though.” you reached to your satchel, “Last time I spoke to him, he was working on a new metal, isn’t that fascinating? He claims it's bullet proof.” You pull out a chunk of dirty metal, barely the size of your palm, and present it to her. It was matte and dark grey, but light and firm. “That’s not its natural color. I, well, I asked if we could dye it to match your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She didn’t exactly respond with coy, like she usually would, her lips did not curl, nor did her eyes squint, she looked upon you filled with nothing but awe.

“People don’t love them enough.” You stated as if it was normal.

And the stars were covered, replaced by the white fire of Sevika’s lips on yours, the comforting black of your eyelids.

“I only need you.” she choked back tears, “I’ve only ever needed you.”

You comfort Sevika after she wakes up in pain...

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff with some angst, hurt/comfort, bit of swearing, mentions of scars, trauma, partial nudity

Word Count: 3,000~

Notes: I really wanted to write something for Sevika again and had an idea that I couldn't get out of my head of her waking up in pain from her missing arm, having some trauma and phantom pain associated with losing it after the explosion and just needing a bit of comfort and affection 🥺 Hope you enjoy this ❤️

My Arcane masterlist

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Strange sounds slowly stirred you awake, the squeak from the old mattress being the final noise to make you blink eyes open, squinting at the little light coming from the corner of the room, the faint pink from tubes of Shimmer kept on a shelf.

It took you a bit to realize what was making those odd noises, assuming it had just been part of the dream you forgot about the moment you woke up but after a couple of seconds of listening to what sounded like heavy breathing and soft grunting, you rolled over to take a look at Sevika who was at your side -- looking asleep but far from having a peaceful rest from the way her face contorted.

Narrowing eyes to try and focus on her features under the glow of the drug, you placed a hand on her cheek, the one with a big scar with bright lines of blue that seemed to pulsate to the rhythm of her heart-beat, erratic and constant. It worried you just how sweaty her skin was and how much every bit of it seemed to be twitching under your palm...but above all, it worried you how she whimpered…

It sounded like she was hurting…

Your heart ached, heavy with concern and sympathy for what you thought was her fighting against a nightmare, unable to help her besides caressing her cheek and hoping she would calm down.

Something seemed wrong, however -- the way her body jerked didn't seem normal and she suddenly shot up with a choked gasp, hunching over and touching at the where her arm used to be, the left one that got blown-up in the same explosion that scarred all the side of her body and left her with those ominous azure scars…

Sevika panted heavily, like she couldn't breathe...and it hurt you seeing her like that, clutching the stub of a lost arm, trying to reach and touch something that wasn't there anymore…

"Sev--", you barely got time to finish calling her when she stood up from the bed, turning back on you and stumbling across the room, almost falling on the way to the shelves glowing strong pink.

You pushed yourself up and quickly chased after her, watching the woman slump over against the wall, hand searching for Shimmer, trembling and dropping a tube, spilling it all over the floor with a bright glow and a loud sizzle.

"Fuck!", she groaned, banging fist on the wall.

"Sevika! What's wrong?", you moved closer, avoiding the puddle on the floor, finding the pink helped you see where you were going a bit better.

"Don't touch me!", she barked, making you stop in your tracks for a second but you knew something was wrong and she was trying to hide it from you.

"Sev...it's okay…", you reached out, touching her bare shoulder, her skin incredibly hot and damp.

She tensed up incredibly bad at your touch, letting out a sharp exhale, feeling far too aware of how sensitive her body was. You saw her shaky hand search for the left arm again and then fingers dig into the blue on her ribs, scratching furiously at the scars that seemed to itch. Quickly you wrapped your hands around a wrist and made her stop with a pull of the arm before she broke through skin.

"Stop, you're going to hurt yourself…", you scolded, feeling her pull the arm from you but let it drop to the side, clenching and stretching fingers to hold back the urge to touch her scars. "Sevika, what's wrong, baby?", you softened your tone and took a step closer, looking at the glowing stub.

You vaguely remember a conversation she had with Silco about finding a solution for the lost arm, something about a person named Smeech that would come visit them to make an offer. Until then she was given tube after tube of Shimmer to keep the fresh wounds from deteriorating and losing all sensation in the nerves but you hated seeing her use that shit -- she always jerked and sounded to be in pain and even though she always told you to go somewhere else, you stuck around and heard her through the walls, trying to muffle screams.

"Nothing...go back to bed…", she hated being seen as weak and being given pity and you knew it wasn't easy for her to get rid of old habits but you were hoping being together with her for a bit now would have shown her you could be trusted.

Backing down wasn't something you would do, however -- you knew it would take some effort and pushing her a bit to get her to open up to you.

She'd done that before.

You needed to be patient and give her time while showing you would be there for her, comforting in a less vocal way because she wasn't the type to be overly vocal about any of her personal stuff…

Hating the idea of her shoving Shimmer into her body in such a state, you refused to take another tube and merely took her hand, caressing over a set of busted knuckles, trying to get her to look at you. She avoided your gaze but that was ok, you would wait and keep doting on her warm hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, you know that.", you spoke softly but firmly enough for her to snort.

"Yeah, you're stubborn as fuck sometimes…,", her voice sounded pained and you could feel her hand squeezing yours. It made you wonder if it was her way of fighting the urge to touch her wounds or if it was her body's way of begging for the pink drug.

That shit was addictive and you knew how it could mess someone up if used too often. You didn't like the thought of her becoming like those beggars in the sketchiest part of town you'd seen while out on errands for Silco. She never seemed bothered by their presence but you remembered how hard she tried to avoid Shimmer after coming back, only to succumb a few hours later due to intense pain.

You couldn't judge her or any of those addicts for what they were going through because you knew in similar situations you would have been there too but you just happened to be lucky to have Sevika keep you away from it, her overly protective nature something that kept you closer since childhood.

Of course...when it came to her being protected then that was a different story. She would never admit needing help, never accepting it unless it was absolutely necessary and even then wanted to do everything herself and be independent…

That was why you had to keep trying…

Eventually she would let you help her…

"Sounds like projecting to me…", you chuckled softly, feeling her hand relax a bit and body turn a bit for you to see a bit of her face, gray eyes looking towards the shelves. Quieting your voice, you spoke;"How about we sit down for now and if you really need it, I'll give you a boost?", raising her hand to give those knuckles a few kisses.

Sevika chewed on her lip for a couple of seconds, studying the bright color in the tubes before giving you a short nod, letting you lead her back to bed so she could sit down while you crawled closer to press yourself up against her back. Bare and hot, sweaty and sticky, you wrapped your arms around her neck and urged her to rest against your chest.

"Do you want to tell me what's up?", you asked, kissing the back of her neck where the loose hair couldn't reach. It was getting long enough for her to put it in a bun. You thought she looked better like this -- with her nice, dark hair hanging freely.

Sevika groaned as an answer which was better than being completely silent. You chuckled and pressed your cheek to her shoulder, lowering an arm to caress hers, massaging the muscle softly, rubbing at her collarbones, stopping on her chest.

For a moment you looked at the scarred stub, wondering if she would be upset if you tried to touch it. You never tried before and you knew she hated when you looked at it for too long, though you weren't sure why. Something told you she thought you were pitying her… But you never felt pity because you respected her decision to fight for her ideals even if that meant sacrificing herself to save Silco...or you if you had been the one in that spot when the explosion went off… Even that bit of sadness turned to pride at seeing how well she managed to do her usual things with just one arm because you always knew she was capable of doing anything she wanted… You knew she'd never respect you enough to allow you to be this close if you saw her as someone lesser…

It didn't take away the fact you wanted to touch it just like any other part of her body because you didn't see it any differently but were afraid it would make her uncomfortable, like an invasion of personal space and she'd go back into her bubble you tried so hard to pull her out of all your life...

Slowly you squirmed a bit closer, kissing one shoulder and then the back of her neck, tracing lips to the other, kissing where the flesh neared its end, watching how Sevika would respond. You felt her tense and inhale audibly but not pull away. It made you smile softly, kissing the scarred skin.

"Why...are you doing that…?", it was mumbled in a bit of incoherent manner but you understood it enough to raise your head and hug her chest.

"Because I love you…", you spoke, the honesty in your voice making the woman slouch a bit as if to protect herself from the comfort you offered. She often did that on her bad days...willingly deprive herself of affection. It happened before the factory incident and you were sure it would be a constant until your relationship was a bit more developed.

Romance for her was...a challenge…

Sevika groaned as a response, something you had gotten used to hearing when it came to you openly showing her affection. It used to bother you at first, feeling as if you were unwanted...but then you realized it had nothing to do with you. It was just how she protected herself from getting hurt and though you never once thought about taking advantage of her in any way, understood life had shaped her differently from how it shaped you…

But slowly you saw her open up to you...saw her lean a bit more into your touches, stay longer in bed with you in the morning, touch you casually when others were around, always a bit timidly…

You only noticed her trying to close herself off to you a bit more after the incident and you were sure you knew the reason why -- losing a limb, a part of herself, must be incredibly hard. She might not show it around others, not even you, feeling like she needed to appear strong and unbothered, hating the thought of others pitying her...but you knew it hurt. Not just the loss of an arm, the loss of power, control and agency, the sensitive nerves on that scarred chunk of flesh that she was still trying to remind herself was not a full arm anymore...but feeling unwhole and not knowing how to cope…

It hurt seeing her like that, so defeated...but you knew your pain was nothing compared to how she was feeling and so, all you could do was try to offer some affection, support and kindness…

"I mean it, Sev…", you insisted, pressing a kiss to where blue scars began, making sure to avoid the more sensitive part where the wound was worse.

Sevika huffed and tensed up a little, feeling your fingers lightly massage her shoulders, one hand applying gentle pressure to the scars, something you found could help her relax. You didn't know why but it must have had something to do with the nerves on the left side of her body. Always careful not to touch too hard or too much, you tended to her shoulder and then switched attention to ribs, side of her body and then back up again, watching her form slouch a bit and torso start to loosen up.

"Are you just saying that because of what happened? I don't need you to feel sorry for me. I don't need sympathy.", her tone wasn't venomous but there was a certain roughness to her words that made your hands stop with a little sigh.

"Do you think that poorly of me, Sev?", you kissed the back of her neck and crawled onto her lap to take a proper look at her face. She looked tired.

"...no.", Sevika lowered her gaze to you, the blue of her scars and the pink from the Shimmer made her look intimidating. More than usual...but you still wrapped your arms around her neck and gave that marred side of her face a few loving kisses.

She never really pushed you away whenever you got close like this...not physically, at least. You could tell she wanted to be touched even if her often sour-looking face said otherwise. She used to be a more joyful person as a child...you missed that part of her sometimes...but deep down, you knew it was still there, waiting for the right person, something you were still trying to figure out if you were because despite being friends for years, it felt like a relationship was something new to her.

A meaningful relationship, that is…

"I…", she started, blinking down at you, the warmth of her hand touching your side, keeping you secure in her lap. "I never wanted this for you.", her words caught you by surprise, pulling a confused little hum from you as your lips left her cheek so you could meet with her grey eyes.

"I always wanted more for you. For us. More than this. This rotten city…", Sevika sighed, her eyes on the pink drug for a few seconds. "You deserve better than this. Good food. Nice clothes. A pretty house with a garden. Not this old room...having to run errands for dangerous people…", her words were filled with melancholy and disappointment.

Did she feel like she had failed you?

You remembered how as a child you thought Piltover was the place of your dreams and how she promised to take you there so you wouldn't have to fight to survive in the undercity...but that was an idealistic thought in the mind of a kid who never knew better...it really didn't matter now.

You were happy with what you had.

"I was supposed to take care of you…", she lowered her gaze and the touch on your side felt weaker. You pushed closer and took her cheeks into your palms, caressing over them with your thumbs, pressing your forehead against hers.

Don't pull away, please -- you thought.

"Do you remember that time you took those cans of dried peaches from that guy with the snake tattoo on his face? The guy who fell on his ass when slipped on mud trying to chase you?", you smiled, feeling her relax a bit under your body.

"You ate so much that night you couldn't sleep because you kept whining that your 'tummy hurt'.", she chuckled lightly, a soft sound that made you press a kiss to her forehead, down to her nose.

"You stayed up all night trying to comfort me even though you were tired...", you caressed Sevika's cheeks again, moving back to look into her eyes, finding they sparkled a little, full of...something.

"You were crying…", she murmured.

"I think that's when I started to like you…", you whispered, watching her eyes widen a bit before she closed them with a sigh, holding you again.

"Are you going to say you're happy with how things are now? That you don't want more?", she asked, her calloused fingers caressing your skin.

"I'm happy that I can be with you.", you smiled.

Sevika frowned, "That's not what I asked."

"It's the only thing that matters.", you shrugged, your hand caressing down the side of her neck to the scarred shoulder, starting another session of careful massages to soothe the aching nerves.

Sevika went silent, taken aback by your answer.

"You're the only thing that matters.", you added, your lips pressing against blue scars, again and again before your tender eyes so full of affection and certainty glued to hers. "I love you, Sevika. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing.", you kissed her left shoulder and hugged her closer to your body, feeling her form give a little tremble.

She held onto your waist and pressed her face into the side of your neck, her breathing becoming a bit shallow, muscles twitching against you, the softness of her mouth trembling into your skin.

The rest of your long night was mostly silent -- just the sound of her soft whimpering against your neck and lips as you massaged her, trying to help soothe the pain and your gentle whispers of praise and adoration filled the warm, thick air in that small room. She never managed to go back to sleep. Neither did you, staying awake all night to focus on Sevika, giving kisses, holding her tight, taking care of her aching flesh and aching heart.

At some point after what felt like hours of giving gentle attention to her scarred side, she asked you, softly -- 'if you would do this every night'.

You only smiled and kissed her lips, giving your answer...that you 'would do everything for her'.

She hugged you a bit tighter then and you felt that something had changed between you two that night...