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Her large fingers pumping in and out of your puffy sex, squelching noises emitting from your stretched hole. You're trembling, tears in your eyes, whining about how it's too much.

You'll receive a slap to the cunt. "Oh, but weren't you begging me to touch you?" She'll whisper hotly in your ear, watching how you squirm. "You were practically whining like a spoiled brat, begging me to make you feel good." She squeezes your sopping wet pussy, blowing hot breath against your neck. "You can't make up your mind, can you? Tch, such a dirty, naughty girl..."

She begins to rub your throbbing clit and you cry out, bucking your hips against her hand. God, you love when she does this to you. When she's mean and bringing out orgasm after orgasm. As much as your pussy throbs and aches you feel as through you'd die if she stops.

She humiliates you too, by commenting how wet you are and how cute your twitching hole is. She'll spread your lips open to fully gaze at your hole and clit, calling you a filthy slut ready for the taking. She'll bend you over her lap to spank you before fingering you, commenting how naughty you were for being turned on by her punished.

Another way she loves to overstimulate you is with her mouth. The moment she latches on she's stuck on your for what seems like hours. Sucking on your hole. Thrusting her tongue in and out. Oh, how she tortures your clit.

Morning Tickles.

Where Alcina helps you wake up.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader.

Tags: fluff.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 374 words.

glossary:

- dragă mea: "my dear" in Romanian.

Side note: thank you for the request <3

!DO NOT USE MY WRITING FOR AI!

The light coming from the tiniest gap in the curtains hit directly on your closed eyes, making you shift and groan as you stirred awake. You blinked, eyes puffy from a good night's sleep. A hand squeezed your waist, and a warm breath puffed against your ear. 

“Good morning, dear…” Alcina spoke, leaving a trail of kisses against your skin. “Did you sleep well, baby?” She whispered now, nuzzling your neck and wrapping her arms around your body to pull you closer. 

You closed your eyes again, eyelids too heavy to keep open. “Mmh- mmhm…” You answered, turning to wrap your arms around the woman too, burying your face against her chest. 

The Lady smiled, her palm cradling your head. “What a lazy kitten I have right here…” Her voice was velvety, nails scratching your scalp lightly. “Should I help her wake up?” She teased, fingers moving to poke your waist. 

You squirmed, furrowing your eyebrows. “Don't…” You mumbled, shifting a bit in the woman's grasp. 

"Come here, my little one," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. Her gloved hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet her golden eyes. "Mommy's been waiting for you to show some appreciation."

You nodded eagerly, heart pounding. "Yes, Mommy," you whispered, leaning forward. Your hands trembled as they reached for the laces of her gown, pulling them loose with careful tugs.

The fabric parted, revealing her pale, flawless skin. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and full, nipples already hardening in the cool air. They were massive, each one larger than your head, begging to be touched.

"That's it, darling," she cooed, guiding your head closer. "Suck on Mommy's tits like a good girl. Make me feel good."

Your lips brushed the soft underside of her left breast first, kissing the warm flesh. The scent of her perfume mixed with her natural musk, intoxicating you. You pressed open-mouthed kisses upward, tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

Alcina sighed softly, her fingers threading through your hair. "Mmm, yes. Worship them properly. Mommy loves when you're so devoted."

You latched onto her nipple, sucking gently at first. It pebbled under your tongue, thick and responsive. You swirled around it, drawing it deeper into your mouth with increasing suction.

Her body arched slightly, pressing her breast further against your face. "Harder, sweet girl. Suck Mommy's nipple like you need it to breathe."

Obeying, you hollowed your cheeks, pulling with more force. Your teeth grazed the sensitive bud lightly, eliciting a low moan from her. Saliva coated her skin, making it glisten as you worked.

"Good girl," she murmured, her free hand stroking your back. "You're making Mommy so wet already. Keep going—don't stop."

You switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Your tongue lapped at the nipple before sucking it in, bobbing your head as if nursing. The weight of her tit filled your mouth, overwhelming and perfect.

Alcina's breath hitched, her grip tightening in your hair. "Oh, my precious one, you suck so well. Mommy's little slut for these tits, aren't you?"

The degrading praise made you whimper around her flesh, sucking harder. You kneaded the base of her breast with your hands, fingers sinking into the soft give. Her nipple throbbed against your tongue.

"Yes, just like that," she encouraged, voice husky. "Bite a little—Mommy can take it. Show me how much you crave this."

You nipped gently, then soothed with a long lick. Alternating between sucking and licking, you built a rhythm that had her hips shifting subtly. Pre-cum from your own arousal soaked your thighs, but you focused on her.

Her massive breasts heaved with each pull of your mouth. "You're driving Mommy wild, darling. Suck them both—give them equal love."

You moved back and forth, lips swollen from the effort. One hand pinched the neglected nipple, rolling it between fingers while you devoured the other. Her moans grew louder, filling the room.

"Fuck, yes," she groaned, surprising you with the raw word. "Mommy's tits are all yours tonight. Mark them with your mouth."

You sucked with renewed vigor, leaving faint red marks from your teeth. Your tongue traced circles around the areola, then dove back in to pull deeply. She tasted salty-sweet, addictive.

She pulled you closer, smothering your face in her cleavage. "Breathe me in, little one. Let Mommy's breasts consume you."

You gasped for air between sucks, nuzzling into the valley between them. Your cheeks flushed hot against her cool skin. "Mommy, they feel so good," you mumbled, voice muffled.

"I know they do," she replied softly, petting your head. "Now, make Mommy cum just from this. Use that pretty mouth."

The challenge spurred you on. You latched onto both nipples in turn, sucking rapidly, hands massaging the heavy undersides. Her body trembled, breaths coming in pants.

"Closer—yes, like that," she demanded gently, guiding you. Your nose pressed into her flesh as you nursed greedily, tongue flicking non-stop.

Tension built in her frame, her thighs clenching. "Don't you dare stop. Mommy's almost there—suck harder!"

You obeyed, pulling with all your strength. Her nipple slipped from your lips with a wet pop before you recaptured it, sucking relentlessly.

A deep, throaty moan escaped her as she climaxed, body shuddering. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, breasts quivering under your assault. "That's my girl—Mommy's perfect sucker."

You kept going through her orgasm, drawing out every aftershock. Finally, she eased back, breasts shiny with your saliva. "Come here," she whispered, pulling you into a kiss.

Her tongue invaded your mouth, tasting herself on you. "You did so well, darling. Mommy's tits are all sensitive now—thank you."

S U N D A Z E

Content features: non-sexual intimacy, mutual pining and yearning, a bit suggestive, sleepy confession, hopeful ending.  

It’s another sleepover, a regular occurrence between you and Jinx since summer has started. Clothes, different kinds of suncream and bottles of water are discarded across different spaces of the room; the last remaining wafts of sandalwood incense floats in the room leaving only perfumed air. There's a sheet of temporary tattoos on the floor, right next to a paintbrush and loose glitter pigments. The loud whirring of the fan in the middle of the room and the sounds of the city from the open window serve as a relaxing background for the main scene; your bed.

You lay beside her, counting the small freckles on her nose that have multiplied after so many days in the sun. Her skin has taken on a nice, warmer beige hue, “less mozzarella and more butter” like she so lovingly described.

“Your nose is still peeling.” You tell her softly, running your finger across the thin bridge of her nose.

Jinx simply hums, her lashes fluttering as she leans towards your touch, her neck pushing upwards for more. Jinx reminds you of a lot of a cat, so delicate yet so sharp. With her heavy lidded eyes slow blinking at you. You’re both exhausted and mellowed out from a busy day enjoying the coastal city and it’s beaches.

The tip of your finger traces along the curve of her cheek, feeling the way it trembles as she holds in a smile, watching you observe her. You gently press your forefinger and middle finger on the delicate skin under her left eye.

“You’re gentle tonight.” Her voice is nothing but a mere rasp, a tender caress against your ears.

“Just admiring the tan.”

She gives you a knowing smile; you raise your eyebrows in response.

“It’s true! It looks nice and almost even.”

“Sure.” She chuckles, shuffling closer to you.

You can smell her shower gel, citrus and cucumber, mixing in with the slight musk of her skin. Something fresh and light for the warm season. It suits her perfectly. You see your own hand swiping over her eyebrows, pushing away the little hairs that clung to her forehead. Jinx is silently watching you, apprehensive, waiting. For what? Her dilated pupils soften her gaze, she blinks slowly, and you wait to meet her eyes again.

“We can go to the beach tomorrow, get your tan even and make sandcastles.” You suggest, hand dropping between your two heads.

She opens her eyes again to look at it wistfully, her mouth opening and then closing.

Jinx sighs at your proposition, her brows furrowing with frustration. She turns on her back, biting the inside of her lip. You study the way her eyes move over the ceiling, gazing at the chipped paint and small plastic stars in hope of finding an answer, a solution. Even in scrunched annoyance she’s mesmerizing.

“What’s wrong?” You ask her, smoothing her frown with your thumb.

“Nothing.” She breathes heavily through her nostrils, closing back her eyes in relief.

But she goes quiet again, the waiting kind. You know her well enough to understand each of her silences. The impatient ones, the angry ones, her happy ones, the hopeful, longing one. The one that makes her eyes go round, her lower lip pouting, her nostrils flaring. Her emotional nature precedes her, she can’t hide anything from you.

“I like going to the beach with you,” you start “and make sandcastles, and tan, and…” your voice trails off when your heart quickens.

and- and- and-

“Me too.” She responds, calming down the broken record in your mind, the one that activates every time you lean too close to something warm and all consuming. Jinx faces you one more time, and the tension in your shoulders fades. Her eyes sparkle as if she borrowed the light from the ceiling stars; they look so dim compared to her all of a sudden.  “You know what I like the most?”

“What?”

You’ve both leaned against each other, her nose almost touching yours, her warm breath fanning across your lips. You focus on her eyes, fighting against the need to look down at her mouth. You still catch the way her tongue swipes against her bottom lip and the way it shimmers in the pale lighting after. Your throat feels dry. A warm sensation spreads in your lower belly, like a slow rising tide.

“I like the sun.”

“The sun?”

She hums, her nose nudging yours.

“I like how warm it feels, and dries everything, Zaun’s always so …moist.” She scrunches her nose and shares your contagious giggles.

Jinx’s cold palm rests against your cheek to feel your laugh on her skin, so longingly waiting to taste it, if you let her. It’s your turn to close your eyes, soothed by the cooler temperature.

The amusement dies off and the silence returns, comfortable and heavy.

“Are you falling asleep?” She whispers, the tip of her nose nuzzles yours again.

“Yeah…”

And so is Jinx, frowning in focus as she resists sleep, taking in your face like she sees it for the first and last time, memorizing each detail across your skin, mapping your personal architecture to rebuild it in her dreams. Her fingers trace over your face, like you did for hers.

“Checking my tan?”

“Indeed, very nice, very even.” Jinx notes, as if she sees anything in the darkness of the room.

The city is calm, the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore almost audible under the electric fan, numbing her hearing to everything else that is not your regular deep exhales. Jinx breathes you in like oxygen. It’s hard to ignore it, the way she times her breathing with yours, and the way you let her, tilting your head just a bit more; sleep induced haze stripping you of the usual restraint. Your eyes get lost in each other’s slow, heavy blinks that last longer each time.

“You are my sun.” Jinx murmurs drowsily, so low you wouldn’t have heard her if you weren’t so close, and you wonder if she meant it for your awake ears.

You don’t verbally answer but sail closer to her, enough to hear the furious heartbeat in her chest, like a bird’s wings in a cage, begging to be set free. Her breathing is heavier than usual, maybe it’s the heat. Her tired stare probes and kisses at your face; but you've already succumb to sleep.

Jinx rests her cheek at the top of your head and gives in to the exhaustion, your breathing lulling her in like the sound of the waves.

[this is heavily inspired by boo and fleabag ifykyk]

─────── 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ୨୧ 🍨

୨ৎ 0.6k very oddly specific times when you just simply need your girlfriend Ellie ₊˚⊹⠀♡. 🐑 mostly fluff and cutesy relationship stuff.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re on your period and the cramps are getting so bad that you can’t sleep. during your time of the month, Ellie will always volunteer to come over and hold her girl so that you can sleep—because the only time the cramps seem to soothe is when her arms around you and her fingers are massaging the bottom of your back.

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 ♡ you’re sick. Ellie hates it when you get sick because she hates seeing you so weak, but she also secretly loves being able to take care of you. she loves helping you bathe, brushing your hair, and picking out cute pjs for you to wear to bed. she also adores tucking you into your blankets like a little tiny burrito.

𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑀𝑆 more than friends

› you and ellie are friends, best friends. maybe more, who knows?

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⁀➴ 𝑏𝑠𝑓!𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒, lowkey homoerotic

a/n: hi! i've been seeing a lot of keonho aus and filo aus on my fyp lately, so i wanted to try writing one myself. this is my first time writing an smau, so it's still pretty sparse, but i'd really appreciate any feedback. let me know if you think this is something worth continuing, since i don't usually write in this format. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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You’re helpless, hands cuffed behind your back helplessly as Sevika teases your nipples with her thick fingers twisting them, rolling them.

“Come on, baby. Make all those cute sounds f’me again.” You gasp softly and bite your bottom lip to hold yourself back from making more sounds. She pulls a little harder, “don’t hold back now, babygirl.”

Your cheeks flush red as you try to squirm away just for Sevika to pin you down again. She carefully sets herself down on your face, then bends so she’s on top of you in a perfect 69 position. You can smell the musky scent of her heat, pussy folds soaked with her creamy arousal—it’s making you drool already.

You feel her tongue on your cunt, she starts sucking on your folds, dipping her tongue inside every now and then. You try to focus on Sevika’s pussy, unable to use your hands to pull her waist down and devour her. She’s taking advantage of that, rolling her hips and teasing you with her wet pussy hovering right over your face.

“Sev—you’re such a fucking asshole…”

the cutest most beautiful girl ever ever ever :(

Synopsis: Sevika doesn’t cry in front of anyone—not ever. But when you sit her down on your bed after overhearing a conversation between her and Silco after a meeting, she breaks.

Tags/warning: smut and angst

A/N: click here

“You heard Silco,” you say, your voice quivering.

Her hand tightens on your chin, jaw clenching as her mind flashes back—Silco’s words still echoing in her head, the sharp look in his eyes, the unspoken accusation. You’re getting soft. That girl’s making you weak. His voice had been calm, but the meaning behind it hit like a knife.

Sevika’s throat tightens, her mind spiraling, but she forces the words out through clenched teeth.

“I don’t care what Silco says.”

“He’s right,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “You have better things to focus on.”

Her grip loosens slightly. She hears it—the quiet resignation in your voice—and it punches the air out of her lungs. Her head shakes, slow and stubborn, like she’s trying to fight off a reality that’s already bleeding into the edges of her world.

The lump in her throat rises fast, hard and choking, but she swallows it down and manages to speak—barely more than a breath.

“No. No, I don’t. The only thing that matters to me… is you.”

You gently place your hand on her chest.

The warmth of your touch seeps through her skin like a slow burn—so soft, so careful, it makes her head spin. Every nerve in her body goes tense. She’s doing everything she can not to grab you, not to pull you in and kiss you like it’s the last time. Her heart pounds wildly beneath your palm, like it’s trying to speak before she can.

Her voice is barely more than a breath when she finally manages,

“What are you doing?”

You don’t answer the question. Instead, you say quietly,

“I’m no good for you, Sevika.”

The ache is instant. Sharp. It cuts deeper than she expects. She tries to shut it out, tries to push your words away, but they slip through her defenses and drag her under, swallowing her whole. Her hands tremble as she grabs yours, still resting over her heart, as if holding it there might keep you from slipping away.

Then, softly—like you’re breaking right in front of her—you whisper,

“I think I’m going to quit.”

Sevika’s mind goes blank. Her eyes widen, and all the air rushes out of her lungs in a single, silent breath. There’s a high-pitched ringing in her ears, drowning out everything else. She barely registers your hand still in hers.

Her voice breaks through the noise—raw, panicked, desperate.

“No, no, no—you can’t.”

You squeeze her hand gently, trying to soothe her, even as your voice stays quiet and steady.

“Why? It’ll be better this way. You’ll see me less… you’ll find someone better.”

Her heart feels like it’s tearing in half. Her whole body starts to shake. The thought of losing you, of you walking away—it’s too much. Her grip on your hand tightens like a lifeline, and her words come out choked, almost breathless.

“No… no, I don’t want anyone else. I just want you. Please—don’t leave me.”

You reach out with your free hand, placing it gently on her shoulder, trying to calm her.

She flinches at the touch at first—but then she feels it, feels you. Her breathing slows just enough. She leans into you, needing to be close, needing to feel you’re still here. Desperation clings to every part of her, but her voice—though still shaky—finds a little more strength.

“Why?” she whispers. “Why would you leave?”

You don’t say anything. You just let her lean into you.

She rests her forehead against your shoulder, her body melting into yours. The contact—your warmth, your presence—anchors her, even as her chest stays tight and her heart pounds like a war drum. Still, being this close to you calms her in a way nothing else can.

“Don’t go,” she whispers, barely audible.

You remain quiet. Silent, steady.

Her breathing slowly begins to even out as she clings to you, and after a long moment, she lifts her head. Her eyes meet yours—so close now, her face just inches away. Her heart stutters. She raises a trembling hand to your cheek, brushing her fingers gently over your skin. The touch is soft, careful, almost reverent.

“Please don’t leave me,” she breathes.

You look into her eyes, holding her gaze for a long, silent second before finally speaking.

“We should see other people.”

Her entire expression shatters.

The words hit her like a blow—sharp, sudden, merciless. Pain flashes across her face, wide-eyed and raw, and she goes still. Completely still. Her mind reels, spinning too fast to catch up, and her hand drops from your cheek like the strength has drained out of her.

For a heartbeat, she can’t speak. Then, broken and pleading, the only thing she can manage is—

“No… don’t. I need you.”

“Why? Why do you need me?” you snap, your voice suddenly sharp, your anger flaring without warning. “That’s not what you told Silco.” You scoot away just slightly, your voice a low growl. “Why do you need me, Sevika?”

The sudden anger in your voice catches her off guard, and for a moment, she freezes—but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she holds on tighter. Her own frustration begins to boil beneath the surface, colliding with the ache already in her chest.

Her voice trembles as she forces the words out, emotions rushing to the surface too fast to control.

“Because you complete me,” she says, her voice cracking. “I can’t think straight without you. I can’t sleep. You’re in my head every second of the day. All I see is your face—your touch. I can’t breathe without thinking of you.”

Your eyes narrow, the pain in you sharpening into anger.

“What do you even know about me?” you spit. “You say all this, but what do you really know?”

The question lands like a blow.

Sevika’s anger collapses beneath the weight of your words. Tears rush to her eyes before she can stop them, and her body leans forward instinctively, needing to be closer, to ground herself in you. Her hands clutch your shoulders, trembling slightly, her gaze locked on yours with everything she’s got left.

“I know you’re strong,” she whispers, her voice thick, “and you’re smart, and you have a kind heart even when you try to hide it.” Her breath catches. “I know you’re everything I want—everything I need. And I… I don’t know how to exist without you.”

The last words fall from her lips in a whisper, and she trails off, her voice broken.

Your eyes soften, the sharp edge of your anger fading as your hands rise gently to her face.

Sevika’s heart twists in her chest. The second your fingers graze her skin, she leans into your touch like she’s starved for it. Every nerve lights up beneath your fingertips, her breath coming out in short, uneven gasps.

“Please,” she breathes, voice cracking, “please don’t leave me. I don’t care about anything else right now—I just need you.”

You hold her gaze, your touch still soft against her cheeks, and you answer quietly,

“That’s unhealthy, Sevika.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, her grip on you tightens—hard, desperate. She moves closer, her body almost fully pressing into yours now, like she’s afraid that if she gives you even an inch of space, she’ll lose you.

Her hand slides across your body, mapping every inch she can reach, trying to memorize it with her touch. She locks eyes with you, her own brimming with raw, overwhelming emotion.

“I don’t give a damn about unhealthy,” she whispers, her voice shaking but certain. “I want you.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“S-Sevika,” you gasp, the sound barely making it past your lips as she towers over you—fierce, vulnerable, and completely undone by the thought of losing you.

Your gasp makes her heart stutter—loud and frantic in her chest. The sound of you saying her name sends a shiver down her spine, raw and electric. Without thinking, she straddles your waist, her hands gripping your hips with purpose, grounding herself in you. Her body presses you down into the mattress, pinning you beneath her, and her voice slips out in a strained whisper.

“Say it again… say my name again.”

You’re unraveling beneath her touch, your resolve breaking at the edges. She’s not making this easy.

“Sevi, please… stop,” you beg, your voice trembling. “You’re making this harder than it already is. Just—just let me go.”

The words hit her like a slap. Her fingers dig harder into your waist, her whole body tense, trembling. Her chest aches, her mind spinning out of control as she shakes her head, refusing to let this be the end.

“No… no, I can’t,” she chokes out, her voice thick with desperation. “I need you. Please, please don’t go—I can’t lose you.”

You close your eyes, breathing hard, each second pulling you further under. Then, your voice breaks the silence—soft, shaking.

“J-Just one more night.”

Her breath catches. Her heart surges in her chest, pounding loud and fast as she stares down at you, still clinging to your waist. Her eyes dart between your face and the way your body fits beneath hers, like she’s trying to burn it into memory.

”…Just tonight?” she whispers, barely able to get the words out.

You nod, your voice quiet and final.

“That’s all. Tomorrow… you have to let me go.”

She swallows hard, the weight of your words crashing over her. One night. Just one night to hold you, to kiss you, to touch the body she’s terrified of losing—it’s nearly unbearable. But she nods, her voice catching in her throat as she forces out the words.

“O-Okay… just one night.”

Your hands come up slowly, gently, to cup her face—tender and careful like you’re already mourning her. Sevika’s eyes flutter shut, and she leans into your touch, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of your fingers on her skin. Her breath stumbles out in ragged, uneven gasps, and her voice breaks with the weight of everything she’s holding back.

“Please… please just hold me,” she sobs, her voice cracking.

Your heart fractures at the sound. You know what tomorrow means—what it will take to walk away—but you don’t hesitate. You pull her into you, wrapping your arms around her neck and holding her tightly to your chest, like maybe if you hold her close enough, neither of you will have to face the morning.

The moment she feels you fully against her, it nearly unravels her. The warmth of your body, the way your arms encircle her—it sends every part of her spiraling. She clings to you with everything she has, her face burying in the crook of your neck as if she can hide from the future in your skin.

Her mind races—caught between the unbearable sweetness of now and the devastation waiting just beyond it. A strangled sob escapes her, rough and quiet, as she tightens her hold on you.

She wants to remember everything. Every second. Every breath. Every inch of your body pressed to hers. She wants to burn this into her soul—because she knows after tonight, all she’ll have left… is memory.

Your heart tightens painfully in your chest as you hear her sob quietly against you. Instinctively, your hands rise to her hair, fingers threading gently through the soft strands.

Sevika shivers at the sensation, tingles spreading through her body with every stroke. She clings to you tighter, her heart breaking a little more with each passing second. Every breath, every touch feels endless—and yet not enough.

Her face is wet with tears, her voice barely more than a fragile whisper.

“I love you.”

You keep running your hands through her hair, wordless, unable to get words out of your throat. The weight of it threatens to shatter you into pieces if you try.

Her whole body trembles now, shaking with the force of all she’s holding in. Your fingers in her hair are the only thing keeping her tethered, steadying her fragile heart.

She presses closer, as close as she can, as if the thought of you leaving could dissolve her into nothing. Her voice breaks, barely audible.

“Please don’t leave me… I can’t do this.”

“Please don’t, Sevi,” you beg softly, the anguish in your voice raw and trembling. You can’t bear to see her so broken, so utterly undone in your arms.

Your hand moves, rubbing slow, soothing circles against her back—gentle and steady.

“I need you. I need you so bad. Please don’t leave me.”

“Shh, Sevi. Shh,” you murmur, your touch the only anchor holding her mind from fracturing completely.

The warmth of your hand against her skin is like fire—both burning and healing.

She buries her face deeper into your shoulder, hands clutching at you like a lifeline. Her voice strains with desperate longing.

“Please… I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”

You slide your hands gently underneath her shirt, fingertips grazing her bare skin slowly, your hands move up and down her back in a soft, rhythmic motion.

Then, unexpectedly, you start to cry—quiet sobs at first, then deeper, wrenching sobs that shake your whole body against hers.

Sevika shivers, overwhelmed by the sensation of your skin against hers. The heat of your touch races along her nerves, igniting a fire beneath her skin. The sound of your crying stirs something fierce inside her, and without thinking, she clings tighter, arms wrapping around your shoulders, one hand settling gently at the back of your head.

“Shh, don’t cry… please, don’t cry,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion.

Your tear-filled voice breaks through, trembling.

“You’re crying too…”

Her heart clenches, as if your words have knocked the air out of her lungs. She lets out a strangled sob, her whole body trembling against yours. She buries her face deeper into your shoulder, tasting the bittersweet salt of your skin as tears stream freely down her cheeks, soaking into your shirt.

“I know,” she murmurs, voice raw and broken, “I can’t help it. I just need you… I need you so bad.”

You pull back slightly from her chest, then press your lips gently to the tears streaming down her face.

The warmth of your mouth against her skin shocks her whole body — a jolt that sends her heart pounding against her ribs. She lets out a shaky gasp, her mind swirling in a chaotic storm of feelings and thoughts.

“Please… please don’t leave me,” she whispers, voice trembling.

You don’t answer with words. Instead, you keep kissing her face softly, your lips brushing over her skin as you wipe away her tears with slow.

Her entire body aches with the cruel knowledge that this moment can’t last forever. Her breathing quickens, desperation threading through her voice as the words spill out, raw and pleading.

“Kiss me… please, kiss me. I need to feel you. I need you so bad.”

Without hesitation, you crash your lips onto hers—urgent, breathless, hungry. Your mouths meld together.

Her lips move against yours with desperate longing, her mind empty except for the overwhelming need to taste you, to lose herself in the moment and forget everything else.

Your body trembles as you kiss her, one hand tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, desperate to feel every inch of her pressed against you.

Sevika’s heart thunders in her throat, her body aching with need. Her hands dig into your waist, gripping you tightly and hauling you closer with all the strength she can muster.

Your skin against hers blazes like fire, and she can’t hold back the ragged moan that slips past her lips as your mouths move in perfect, hungry sync.

You kiss her lips as if trying to imprint her taste into your very soul, desperate to remember this moment—and the feeling of her against you—forever.

Her hand slides up from your waist to your hips, fingers digging in, gripping you with urgent need. She pushes you gently but firmly down onto the bed, hovering over you, her face just inches from yours. Pulling back from your lips, she whispers, breath hot against your skin,

“I need you. I need you. Please… tell me you need me.”

“Sevi,” you say her name like a warning, your voice cracking.

The way you say it steals the breath right from her lungs. She’s already teetering on the edge, body pressed flush against yours.

Tears streak down her cheeks as her voice breaks in desperate pleading.

“Tell me. I need to know. I need to hear you say it. Please.”

“Fuck, Sevika. I need you. I’m always going to need you,” you confess, your voice raw and ragged at the edges.

She crushes her lips back to yours, unable to get enough of your taste, clinging to you as if you’re the only thing keeping her alive. Without thinking, her body takes over—her hips begin to move against you, rolling and pressing closer, craving every inch of you.

You grunt low in your throat as your hips rise, rolling messily and needily against hers, matching the rhythm of your kiss.

Sevika’s mind spins out of control with the feel of you beneath her—the way your hips move, the heat of your body pressed so close. She can’t hold back the sounds escaping her lips, raw and unfiltered.

Your touch feels like ecstasy flooding through her veins. Her hands slide up to grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer as she mirrors your movement, rolling her hips against yours again.

The kiss deepens—desperate, urgent—her body trembling with need.

You let out a soft whimper into her mouth, your tongue tracing the bottom of Sevika’s lip as your hands slide down to grip the sides of her torso.

The sound sends a shiver through her body—your hands holding her so firmly, so possessively, feels electric. She deepens the kiss, inviting your tongue inside, her whole body aching to melt into you. Her hands clamp tightly around your hips, anchoring you close.

You snake your tongue deeper into her mouth, your hands exploring her sides as you continue to grind your hips against hers with slow, desperate pressure.

The sensation of your tongue sliding against hers draws a low, ragged moan from Sevika’s lips. Her head spins, thoughts dissolving into pure sensation. The only thing keeping her tethered is the overwhelming feeling of you pressed against her.

Finally, you pull back slightly, breath ragged and heavy, panting as you keep your hips moving in sync—each press and grind stoking the fire between you both.

Sevika rests her head against the crook of your neck, breath ragged and uneven, her body burning with need—never quite satisfied. Her hips roll against yours again, the heat pooling deep inside her intensifying, craving more. A soft, desperate whine slips from her lips,

“G-god, you feel so good.”

You flush at her words, hips grinding upward to meet hers. Throwing your head back, you release a low, guttural moan, panting her name,

“Sevika.”

The sound of her name on your lips sends her head spinning, her hips continuing their slow, hungry rhythm against yours. Her mouth trails hot kisses down your neck as she breathes,

“Say my name again… please, say it again.”

Your hand slides up to her stomach, pressing firmly into her skin, feeling the tight muscles beneath your fingers. You grope possessively as your hips move frantically in time with hers, groaning her name again and again,

“Sevi… Sevi…”

Sevika’s breath catches, her body trembling beneath your touch. Your voice—calling her name like a prayer—drives her wild. Her hips grind harder, a loud moan ripping free as she struggles to find the words,

“Say that again… please, say it again. I need to hear you say my name.”

Her eyes lock onto yours, desperation and need burning in their depths as she practically begs.

You slide your hand higher under her shirt, fingers grazing warm, bare skin as your hips move faster against hers. Spent and panting, you whimper her name,

“Sevika.”

Her voice breaks through the haze, trembling with need,

“Say it again… please, say my name again… I need to hear you say it.”

You chant her name like a prayer, lips barely parting,

“Sevika… Sevika.”

The coil in your stomach tightens with every thrust, your hands roaming beneath her shirt, gripping her chest possessively.

The sound of your name echoes in her mind, a hypnotic mantra she can’t escape. She grinds desperately against you, every nerve on fire, every inch craving more. Your touch sends shivers down her spine, and she presses her body closer, voice hoarse and raw,

“Again… again…”

You beg, voice trembling, “Please, Sevika, please don’t stop,” whimpering her name as her hips roll frantically against yours, your fingers teasing her nipples through soft skin.

Hearing you plead is almost too much for Sevika to bear. She needs you—needs you now. She presses harder against you, her hand tightening on your hips, breath hot and ragged. Your touch on her bare chest nearly overwhelms her, and her voice falls soft, almost pleading, “Say… say I’m yours.”

“W-what?” you ask, confused, mind blank as your hips continue their frantic rhythm.

Sevika’s control slips completely. Her hips keep rocking against yours with wild abandon, words spilling out like a desperate confession. Her hand slides up to grip your throat, holding just enough to command your attention.

“Say I’m yours. Tell me I’m yours.”

“We shouldn’t even be doing this,” you gasp, breath catching as her hips grind harder against you.

“I don’t care. I don’t care. I just need you.” Her voice rushes out, hand tightening around your throat as her body moves relentlessly against yours. Every inch of her is desperate for you.

“Fuck… you’re mine, Sevika. You’re mine,” you finally growl, hips bucking and stuttering as the coil in your stomach tightens, your climax rushing close.

The sound of you claiming her sends a jolt straight through Sevika’s body, everything snapping into sharp focus. Her movements become more frantic, grinding against you harder and faster, desperate to feel every inch of you.

“Say it again, please—say it again. I want to hear you say it, that I belong to you,” she begs, her voice trembling with need.

“Fuck, baby, you belong to me. You’re mine—mine. No one else will ever fuck you like this,” you growl, your hips rising to meet hers in a fierce, desperate rhythm.

Sevika moans louder this time, the sound raw and hungry. Hearing you claim her so possessively drives her wild, and her grip on your hip tightens, pulling you even closer, burning with need.

“Baby, I’m gonna come if you keep this up,” you groan out, frustration mixing with desperation.

But she doesn’t stop—can’t stop. She’s too far gone, lost in the moment, grinding against you with wild abandon. Her hands grip your hips tightly as her head drops close to your ear, her voice trembling with raw need, “Yes, yes—please come for me. I need to see you come.”

Your core clenches at her words, your back arches involuntarily, hips slamming harder into hers as you tremble on the edge. “Fuck, Sevika, fuck, fuck!” you cry out, hands scrambling over her back, nails digging in, leaving scratch marks.

“Oh God, yes! Yes, please come for me!” Her mind is gone, completely lost in you. The sound of your begging, the feeling of your hands on her skin—it overwhelms her. She can feel herself teetering on the brink, her body starting to shiver uncontrollably. Her vision blurs, but all she can focus on is you.

“I’m coming!” you cry out, hips stuttering wildly against hers as the wave of your climax crashes through you, overwhelming every nerve. Your voice breaks as you scream, “Fuck, Sevika, you’re all mine—you’re mine”

Her body trembles in perfect sync with yours, hips stuttering against yours, the sound of your desperate plea sending her over the edge. With a loud, shuddering cry, she succumbs to her own release, collapsing against you as her body quakes through the climax. Between ragged moans and heavy pants, she gasps, “Yes… I’m yours. I’m all yours. I’m yours.”

You lift your hand gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Your eyes, heavy with sadness, lock onto hers. “Your eyes are beautiful, Sevi,” you whisper.

The way you look at her makes her chest ache. Her breath is still ragged, her mind foggy from everything that just happened. She gazes back at you, drinking in every detail of your face. “No,” she murmurs, “you’re the one who’s beautiful.”

“Just let me have this,” you say softly, your eyes searching hers, knowing that tomorrow will change everything.

She sees the sorrow etched in your expression, and it tightens something inside her. She pulls you closer, letting out a quiet sigh, her gaze never leaving yours. “Fine,” she whispers.

Your thumb strokes her cheek tenderly, your eyes lingering on hers a moment longer. “You have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen, Sevi,” you say softly, pressing your forehead against hers. A single tear escapes your eye and trails down your face.

The warmth of your touch and the sincerity in your voice send a shiver through her. Her throat tightens, and she reaches up to cup your face, her body still trembling from everything, overwhelmed by the rawness between you. “Please… don’t cry,” she pleads.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper weakly, your eyes slipping away from her face.

Her heart twists painfully at the sight of you crying. Gently, she cups your face in her hands and lifts it, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Hey, hey—look at me. Don’t look away.”

Tears continue to slide down your cheeks as you lock eyes with her. “Mmm, so sorry, Sevika,” you murmur, barely above a whisper.

The raw ache in your voice and the way you say her name shatters something inside her. A lump forms in her throat as she pulls your face into the hollow of her neck. Her arms wrap around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head. “Don’t apologize. Stop saying sorry.”

You fall silent, your sobs filling the quiet bedroom.

The sound of your crying breaks her heart, and she holds you even closer, her body trembling with yours.

You press a gentle kiss against her neck.

Her voice is soft, almost fragile as she whispers, “Please don’t cry anymore. Please.”

“It’s hard not to,” you answer softly, your voice trembling.

Seeing you like this twists her heart again. She keeps her eyes locked on yours, body still pressed against you, and leans in to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t make this work,” you say softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Her chest tightens, a sharp ache spreading through her. Tears sting her eyes—this isn’t how it was supposed to end. Her mind races a hundred miles an hour, but her body responds without thinking, pulling you closer in a desperate hug. Her voice trembles, nearly breaking as she meets your gaze. “Please… please don’t say that.”

“Sevika,” you say, voice weak but firm, “you know what I said. I meant it. This is the last night.”

Your words hit her like a punch to the chest. Her body trembles, and her heart feels like it’s lodged in her throat. She struggles to hold herself together. “No… no, you can’t. You can’t just leave. You’re mine. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

“You agreed,” you murmur, voice cracking.

She clings to you so tightly, speaking between shaky, gasping breaths, “I know… I know. But I can’t. I can’t live like this. I need you.”

“It’ll be okay,” you say, desperation coloring your voice, trying to convince even yourself.

She can feel the breaking in your heart, and it tears her apart. She holds on, unable to stop herself, her head spinning as every fiber of her wants to fight this. But all she can do is cry, her body shaking as she buries herself into you, trying to convince herself this isn’t how it’s supposed to end.

You sink back against the bed, pulling Sevika down with you. She clings to you, her body trembling, hands gripping the front of your shirt, her face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers thread gently through her hair, silently trying to memorize every detail, engraving this moment deep inside your mind.

She feels your touch, soft and soothing, and a quiet whimper escapes her. Every second feels like torture. Slowly, she lifts her head just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes tracing the lines of your face, desperate to memorize every beautiful edge, wanting to live here, in this moment, forever.

“I love you,” you say, voice heavy with sadness.

The words strike her like a blow to the chest; her eyes sting with tears as she fights to hold them back. “Say it again, please.”

You cup her face in your hands, your voice barely more than a whisper as you say it again, “I’ll always love you.”

She clings tighter, as if trying to hold you close forever. Her voice cracks and pleads, “Again. Please say it again. Don’t stop saying it.”

You bury your face in her neck, silent this time.

She clings like she’s drowning, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. Her whole body trembles against yours, desperate for more, needing to hear it again and again. “Please don’t stop saying it. Please don’t stop telling me you love me. Don’t let go.”

Tears blur your vision at her desperation, your heart breaking. “I love you, Sevi. Always will.”

She sobs against your chest, her body shaking as she holds onto you like her life depends on it, grasping every word. “Please don’t go. I need to hear you say it again.”

Instead of saying it again, you pull her closer, drawing her into one last kiss—soft, slow, and gentle.

She melts into the feeling, lost in the press of your lips against hers. A soft moan escapes her, her hand moving to grip the back of your head. The way your bodies fit together drives her wild.

You slowly pull back, eyes locking with hers, noticing the tear stains on her cheeks.

Her gaze is blurry with tears, her chin resting against your chest, a strangled sound caught in her throat. Your faces are inches apart, and she longs to get lost here forever, but the sorrow in your eyes tells a different story.

“It’ll be okay,” you say quietly, as if trying to convince yourself.

She hears the lie beneath your words and pulls you tighter, hands clutching at your body like a lifeline. Then, burying her face against your chest, her voice cracks as she pleads, “Don’t lie to me. Don’t say that. Please, don’t say that. It’s not going to be okay.”

You stroke slow, soft circles on her back, your voice a gentle whisper, “Shh… go to sleep, Sevi.”

“Y-you’ll still be here in the morning, right? Please don’t leave while I’m sleeping.”

Your heart shatters, knowing you won’t be—but you lie anyway. “I’ll be here in the morning,” you say, glancing away.

She relaxes slightly at your words. “Promise?”

You don’t answer, just keep rubbing slow circles on her back, trying to soothe her.

The silence cuts deep, a knife twisting in her gut. She’s barely holding herself together. Her voice is fragile, broken. “Please say something… anything.”

“I love you,” you whisper weakly. “Sleep with me?”

You feel her nod against your chest. “Yes. Of course.”

Your hand continues its gentle rhythm.

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t let go. I can’t.”

“Shh, Sevika. Just close your eyes,” you murmur against her neck, still tracing soft circles on her back.

You close your own eyes, resting your head on the pillow.

Sevika shifts, seeking you even closer, needing to feel you. Her mind drifts slowly toward sleep, but her body trembles with every breath.

You wrap your arms around her tighter, pulling her close against your body. Softly, you press a kiss to her forehead.

She finally lets go, the last of her strength fading as she surrenders to your embrace. A tired, broken whimper slips from her throat as she clings to you like you’re her lifeline.

“Please… I need you. I need you so much. I don’t care. I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow. Please don’t let go.”

You stay silent for a moment, then speak, holding her even tighter.

“It’s okay, Sevi. I’ve got you right now. You’re okay.”

She can’t hold back any longer; a soft sob escapes her lips.

“I can’t… I’m losing it. Don’t let go of me. Please, don’t let go. I can’t.”

“Hey… it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Her body shakes against your hold, tears and sobs escaping uncontrollably.

“Baby, you’re exhausted. You need to sleep.”

Slowly, she drifts off, still clinging to you, seeking comfort in your arms.

You stay awake with her, holding her close, knowing what tomorrow will bring.

Sevika sleeps through the night, her body and mind finally worn out. She vaguely feels you holding her, and instinctively, she holds you tighter.

Without a word, you slip quietly from her embrace She’s still mostly asleep when the bed shifts beneath her. The warmth that’s been wrapped around her all night—the safety, the weight, the presence—starts to fade. She can feel it even in the haze of sleep, the way you pull away. You head toward the door, your heart breaking with every step. You pause, looking back one last time before leaving her alone in the silence.

Her fingers twitch against the sheets, still clinging to the space where you laid. She tries to reach for you, but her limbs are heavy, too sluggish to respond. Panic flares faintly in her chest, distant but sharp, like a scream muffled under water.

She tries to say your name, to call you back—but the sound that leaves her lips is barely more than a fragile whimper.

“No… come back… please…”

It’s so quiet, it barely exists. A broken plea lost in the dark.

Her mind tries to hold on, to pull her back to you, but sleep is stronger—pulling her under, dragging her down into its depths. Her body finally relaxes again, surrendering to exhaustion, breath evening out. She slips away into the dream realm, too tired to fight anymore.

But even in sleep, even as her body rests, one question lingers like a splinter in her soul:

Will she ever see you again?

content warnings - stockholm syndrome, kidnapper!ellie, existential dependency, mental derailment

Ellie is antisocial. She doesn’t talk with a lot of people. She’s introverted. Over the time, she has grown so attached to you that she cannot imagine her life without you. She has you kidnapped and you rely on her entirely for your existence. Whether that’s eating, hydrating, showering, or just taking shit, you depend on her so vastly, there is no way for you not to get attached to her. You only get human contact from Ellie. She keeps you in such a deserted hideout that civilization is far, far away. You have no way of reaching them on foot— especially with Ellie on your tail.

brothers!best friend!ellie when your brother introduces ellie to you and ellie was very happy to meet you and also a little head over heels and she makes you and her in tomodachi life . .

themes & tropes : brothers!best friend!ellie williams fem!reader tooth rotting fluff lesbian yearning very!nerdy!ellie tomodachi life mentioned !! & femme!lesbian!reader

creds to @dearbaes for the trope idea!! love your work :)

the first time your brother brings ellie over, you’re on the couch, knees tucked under you, a bag of sour gummy worms balanced on your stomach.

you don’t look up at first.

you just heard the front door click shut, your brother’s voice rumbling about some new game he’s been playing.

and then a second voice, a little raspy, a little nervous, laughing at something he said.

“—and this is my sister,” your brother says, and you finally glance up.

ellie williams is standing in your living room like she’s not sure she’s allowed to be there.

she’s all flannel and freckles and a mop of auburn hair shoved under a backwards baseball cap.

her hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets. her eyes land on you and she freezes.

but only just for a second. just long enough for you to notice the way her throat moves when she swallows.

“uh. hey.” her voice cracks on the single syllable. she clears her throat, cheeks flushing pink.

“i’m ellie. obviously. your brother’s, uh. yeah. we’re friends. best friends. i mean, i don’t know if he told you, but. yeah.”

your brother snorts. “dude, chill.”

ellie shoots him a look that’s half murder, half please shut up forever.

you can’t help it, you smile, and she sees it.

and her whole face goes through about seventeen different emotions in two seconds flat.

“hi,” you say, voice soft. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

“all bad, i hope,” she says, and then winces like she immediately regrets the joke.

you laugh, and ellie looks like she’s just been handed the last slice of pizza at a party.

she’s completely gone. you can tell. it’s written all over her.

three weeks later, ellie is at your apartment almost every day.

she claims it’s to hang out with your brother, but your brother works nights.

so it’s usually just her on your couch, legs pulled up, 3ds in her hands, mumbling about island layouts and how her villagers keep moving their houses into weird spots.

“you’re really into this game,” you say one evening, sitting beside her with a cup of tea.

you’re wearing one of your oversized sweaters, hair loose.

and ellie keeps sneaking glances at you like she’s trying to memorize your face.

“it’s called tomodachi life: living the dream ,” she says, holding the ds out so you can see. “you make little people, aka miis and they live on an island and do stuff. it’s stupid, but. i don’t know. it’s cozy.”

“show me.”

ellie’s eyes light up. she scoots closer, her shoulder pressing against yours, and you feel the warmth of her through her flannel.

she navigates to her island, and there they are.

a bunch of little cartoon characters with big heads and tiny bodies, wandering around in a colorful world.

“this one’s me,” she says, pointing to a mii with ellie’s messy hair and a little smirk. “and this one's—”

she pauses. hesitates. her thumb hovers over a mii with long hair and a soft smile.

wearing a little sweater that looks suspiciously like the one you have on right now.

“that’s you,” she says quietly.

“i made you. i hope that’s not weird. it’s probably weird. i can delete it, i just, i thought it’d be nice. to have you on the island. even if it’s just, like. a digital version of you.”

you look at her. she’s not looking at you. her ears are red, her jaw tight, like she’s bracing for you to laugh or tell her she’s being creepy.

“ellie.” you say, serious.

she flinches. “yeah?”

“that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” you say seriously and sweetly.

she finally looks up, and the relief in her eyes is so raw, so open, it makes your chest ache. “really?”

“really.” you say, jokingly.

you lean in and press a kiss to her cheek, soft and quick. ellie makes a sound like a deflating balloon.

and when you pull back, she’s bright red, grinning.

“okay,” she says, voice a little hoarse. “okay. cool. so. do you want to see our apartment? in the game. i decorated it. it’s not much, but there’s a cat.”

“you gave us a cat?” you ask, curious.

“obviously. we’re lesbians. we have to have a cat.” ellie says sarcastically.

you laugh, and she laughs too.

and the two of you spend the rest of the night on the couch, shoulders pressed together.

watching little digital versions of yourselves fall in love on a tiny island screen.

and when your brother comes home at 2am, he finds you both asleep, your head on ellie’s shoulder.

her cheek resting on your hair, the ds still glowing faintly on the coffee table.

he doesn’t say a word. just turns it off, drapes a blanket over both of you, and heads to his room, smiling to himself.

mae mae's ending notes: first drabble !! hey hey everybody!! hope you enjoyed :D i tried my best with this one :( the graphic above was made by me please do not steal! i will open commissions for that if you want!

tags ; soft dom!jinx, strap, praise kink, somnophilia, established consent from beforehand, gentle smut, lots of kisses

Work had been a real mean bitch to you. Your shoulders and neck had taken the real toll of the busy day as you got back home, kicking your shoes off at the doorstep. You walked in, socked feet against the floor, almost soundless.

Jinx wasn’t home tonight.

You didn’t remember what she’d said too clearly but you did know it included ruining someone’s evening and explosives, so you let her be. The small hideout space was awfully quiet without your girlfriend around, but you didn’t mind the silence. It was almost peaceful.

glory and gore

𖦹 ambessa x f!reader 𖦹

╰┈➤ wordcount: 3.5k

ׂ╰┈➤ content warnings: graphic violence, battlefield gore, NON-CON, rough sex, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, verbal degradation, overstimulation, captivity implication, post-sex vulnerability

You tighten the leather strap around your gauntlet with trembling fingers. The gate behind you creaks as the wind pushes against it harder now. The city groans like it’s dying.

Because it is.

Piltover has already burned.

Smoke rises in dark towers from the lower wards. You saw it happen, hours ago, each flame an answer to your doubts, a warning you should’ve heeded sooner. The bridges were the first to fall. Then the academies. Then the heart of the city. All of it consumed by steel and flame and the marching boots of Noxian brutality.

Now only this remains.

The final gate. The last wall between Ambessa Medarda and the council.

And you.

Your men, what’s left of them line the perimeter. Armor dented, faces blackened with soot. Some don’t even wear helmets anymore. What’s the point? You can’t protect your head from a sword that swings like fate.

You count eighteen.

You had two hundred this morning.

The wind shifts again. You smell it—iron. Not just from your own hands or the field behind you, but fresh. Carried on the breeze like a promise.

They're coming.