⊹ ࣪ ˖kailii ⊹ ࣪ ˖🧁

requests- always open

Fandoms:

arcane, life is strange, & tlou

Characters:

arcane- sevika, vi, caitlyn, ambessa, grayson, & mel

life is strange- chloe, max, rachel

tlou- ellie, abby

Will not write:

any male character, g!p, dubcon/noncon, abuse, incest, age play, addiction (including alcohol & drugs), feminization of masculine characters

Will write:

ellie x reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cw: spit play, boob sucking & playing, degrading (maybe if u squint hard enough??), strap usage (r!receiving), sex tape, masturbation

tonight as ellie snuck in through your window, you noticed the small black camera in her hand. she said absolutely nothing, placing the device on your dresser and turning it on. “c’mere.” ellie demanded, taking ahold of your waist and pulling off your clothes. “impatient?” you asked with a teasing smile. ellie scoffed and rolled her eyes, “don’t be an asshole. been waitin’ all day for you.”

she took off your bra and immediately, her lips latched onto your nipple. she nipped the bud with her teeth, the sting causing you to whine. she shushed you, soothing the pain with the warmth of her tongue. her hand reached up, slowly kneading your breast. her fingers twisted and pulled on your nipple, a wicked smile playing on her face as she watched it harden under her touch. “mm, you like it when i do that, doll?” you let out a small, almost inaudible squeak, nodding your head.

ellie’s hand traveled down, finding your clit. she pressed her thumb into it, rubbing slow, tortuous circles. she pulled her fingers away, bringing the digits to her lips and spitting on them. suddenly, you felt her warm saliva on your clit. you whimpered, “e-ellie..” your hands found her shoulders, grounding yourself. as your wetness increased, so did the pace of her fingers. “getting off on this?” ellie asked with a grunt. “pathetic.” she muttered.

ellie the laid you onto the bed. she removed her pants and you watched as she placed the strap around her legs. ellie crawled on top of you and moved the toy to lightly tease your cunt. she moved it up and down, tracing your folds. then, she moved the tip of it barely inside, watching as your walls clenched around almost nothing. “god, you’re tight. gonna stretch you out real nice.” finally, she guided her cock inside you. she didn’t attempt to take it slow, simply watching as your pussy fully swallowed her toy.

when ellie arrived home, she turned the camera on and watched the video over and over again on her bed. she couldn’t get over how pretty your pussy was. how your cunt made those beautiful, wet sounds. she found herself stroking her folds through her boxers, listening how you moaned her name out. ellie slipped her fingers inside her boxers, stroking her nub with her thumb. then, she entered both fingers in, watching her pretty girl getting fucked.

drummer!abby x guitarist!reader, singer!reader

cw: scissoring, pussy slapping, thigh humping, kissing, spanking, boob play

tonight’s concert was loud. louder than usual. abby was on the drums, playing more aggressive than usual. she didn’t mean to, but fuck was she distracted by your outfit. every time you pranced and jumped around on stage with that guitar wrapped around your chest, your skirt slid up. she wanted to stand up and pull it down so nobody else could see, yet she was the only one staring.

the way your fingers moved against the guitar reminded her of how good your fingers worked inside of her. she found herself squeezing her thighs together, drums forgotten. she was so distracted, and you were so oblivious. she wanted to get this shit over with.

finally, once the concert was over with, abby couldn’t wait to get you backstage. she waited for the rest of the bandmates to leave before she came up from behind you, wrapping her arms around you. “you wearin’ this for me? hm?” abby asked, hands wandering down to the skirt. she fiddled with the hem of the pink fabric before sliding her hands down to your thigh. this wasn’t a new occurrence.

with a faux confused look, you asked, “what do you mean? it’s just what the stylist gave me.” abby scoffed at that, giving your soft skin a rough squeeze. her mouth found your neck, biting it and soothing it with her tongue. “yeah?” she hummed sarcastically, dragging her mouth to your ear. she nipped at it and you held back a whimper, not wanting to give her that satisfaction yet. “yeah..” you replied, your voice slightly pitching in a please whine.

abby’s other hand moved upward, going underneath your shirt to tease your breast. she led you over to a small couch in the corner of the room. abby removed your shirt, tossing it to the side. “look at those pretty tits.” abby said, a wolfish grin on the girls face. she pinched your nipple between her fingers, twisting it around. “abby!” you whimpered, squirming around. then, you felt a sharp sting to your ass. “hold still, doll.” abby demanded, her mouth going to your other boob. “been wantin’ this all damn day.” she grumbled against a peaked nipple.

then, she finally removed the last barrier of clothing on your body. that skirt that had been driving her insane. you shivered at the sudden coldness against your pussy, leaning into her warmth. abby pulled away for a moment, removing her clothes as well. then, she sat down, patting her thigh. “hump.” she commanded. you nodded frantically, sliding onto her firm thigh. you held onto her shoulder as you rutted your wet, hot pussy against her thigh. “there you go, doll. you’re doing so well. keep goin’.”

𐙚 ever since you’ve entered into sevika’s life, she’s gotten used to your extreme femininity. the bows, the skirts, the heels, and pink everything. you welcomed yourself into her world.

𐙚 when you moved in, you practically begged for pink walls. sevika thought that the color would be unbearable, yet for you, she’d do anything. instead of painting the whole room pink, she let you have your half and sevika had her pwn. it was like two completely different worlds colliding together.

𐙚 sevika never understood how you could possibly wear skirts in freezing weather. she never understood why either. she’d always ask, “not too cold, are ya doll?” and you’d respond with a sheepish, “no, not yet.” even though you were lying through your teeth. sevika would scoff and take off her jacket, lending it to you. despite your protests of it not matching your outfit, sevika just wrapped it over your shoulders with a grunt.

𐙚 bows. that’s it. you insisted on putting them everywhere. your outfits, hair, on the walls, and in sevikas hair. she’d pretend to hate them, yet kept them in the entire day.

𐙚 sevika adored you clinginess, especially after a long day of work. when she’d come home, you were already on the couch waiting for her. sevika sets her stuff down first before saying, “hey, sweetheart. you’re lookin’ cozy, mind if i join?” of course, the answer was always yes. she’d plop down next to you, making enough room for you to settle onto her lap.

𐙚 sevika was extremely gentle with you. she acted as if you were porcelain, never squeezing you too hard. her hand would find yours and she’d bring it up to her lips, giving it a soft kiss. if you were cuddling, she’d wrap her arms around you and rub your back soothingly. sevika made sure to always kiss you goodnight.

bsf!ellie, who gets insanely clingy. she loves holding you. she can’t help herself from burying her nose into your hair, just inhaling the scent of your shampoo. the poor girl is touch starved, so you’re always glad to provide her with warmth.

bsf!ellie, who mindlessly plays the guitar for you. her fingers move like she’s been playing for a hundred years. you just watch with a soft smile on your face, not bothering to disturb her.

bsf!ellie, who gives you frequent hugs. especially at sleepovers. whenever you cook breakfast for her, she hugs you from behind, giving you a squeeze. her raspy voice always asks, “watcha making?” too lazy to look up from the spot in your shoulder.

brothel worker!reader x sevika

𐙚 today was your first day working at the brothel. tying the apron tight around your waist, you made your way over behind the bar. for a while, you calmly poured drinks for the customers, a polite smile on your face.

𐙚 the bar suddenly went quiet. you looked away from the drink you were making, confused. as you looked up you noticed a woman, a tall, strong one. she had everyone nervous, including you. clearly, it was sevika. nobody else in piltover was 6’0ft with a mechanical arm. she didn’t mind the attention, simply sitting down at the bar as if it was completely normal.

𐙚 as you served someone their drink, she looked up at you, a smirk forming on her face. “hey, sweetheart,” she called out, motioning for you to come over with two fingers. “hello there! can i get you a drink?” you asked, putting on your best customer service voice, earning a chuckle from her.

𐙚 “just a whiskey, doll.” sevika responded, giving you a nod in a silent appreciation. as she watched you make her drink, a soft smile appeared on her face. she was admiring you. “there you go, enjoy!” you said, placing the cup in front of her. “thank you, doll.”

𐙚 after a few more rounds of drinks, sevika was clearly tipsy. as you began to close the bar, you noticed her lingering. “hey..doll, c’mere.” she half muttered, reaching out for you. curiosity got the best of you, so you walked over to her. “so pretty. you know that?” she asked, making a faint blush rise to your cheeks. “thank you, that’s very kind. don’t really hear that often.” you responded sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

𐙚 “you should, you’re gorgeous. don’t be shy, i don’t bite..” sevika managed to slur out, reaching for your hand. you felt her large hand wrapping around yours. once she realized what she was doing she bashfully smiled. “sorry, you’re just so damn pretty.” she said as she squeezed your hand.

𐙚 unfortunately, you had to close soon. you could see your manager glaring at you, an you definitely didn’t want to upset them on your first day. with a reluctant sigh and one last squeeze of her hand, you slowly let go. “i’m really sorry, but i have to close now.” you said, looking up at her sadly. she chuckled and stood up, a little wobbly. “it’s alright, doll. ‘nough drinks for me anyway.”

𐙚 for the next few days, sevika got touchier. “doll, go on break. i can’t wait any longer.” sevika said impatiently, tapping her fingers on the table. “bossy..” you huffed, taking off the apron. immediately, she stood up, hands on your waist. for a minute, she just rested her face in your neck, nose brushing your nape as she breathed you in. “missed you, pretty girl.” you couldn’t help but giggle, “that tickles!” you exclaimed, yet pulled her closer.

𐙚 you felt her smile against your neck, pressing soft, sweet kisses to the area. you let out a sigh of relief, happy that you finally got a break after a long night. sevika pulled her head up, looking down at you. she stroked your cheek with her thumb, kissing your forehead. “alright, sweetheart?” she questioned. “yeah.” you responded, almost a whisper. “good, cause i’m not letting go til you gotta get back to work.”

after a bad breakup with your girlfriend, now ex, you didn’t know what to do. impulsively, you packed your things and left rather than staying and figuring something out in the morning. now, you stand outside in the cold weather, body shivering as you search through your contacts, looking for someone to pick you up.

after calling three different friends, none of them answered, leaving you almost hopeless. that was when you found one nameless contact. you paused for a moment, trying to put a name to the number. thats when you remembered, it was ellie.

with a hesitant sigh, you pressed on the contact and clicked on the call button, bringing it to your ear. “hello?” ellie said, almost as a question. “h-hey..uhm, weird question. could you possibly pick me up?” you asked, voice hiccuping. “yeah, yeah, of course. send me your address.” ellie responded, now sounding heavily concerned. “okay, gonna send it now. thank you so much.”you replied. “of course, be there as soon as possible.”

after standing outside for 10 minutes, you finally saw a familiar car pull up. ellie quickly got out of the car, jogging over to you. “hey, hey,” she said, quickly noticing the dried tears plastered on your cheeks. her hands moved, one coming to your shoulder. “you okay?” she asked, not wanting to cross any boundaries. you managed a small smile and you nodded your head, “yeah..my ex just—she kicked me out.” ellie raised a brow, yet didn’t say anything. “well, you’re freezing your ass off.” she began to pull her hoodie over her shoulders, handing it to you.

“then you’ll be cold.” you protested, nudging the hoodie back to her. “sweetheart, i don’t care. just take the damn hoodie.” the nickname slipped through her mouth effortlessly, as if you never broke up. you knew you could never break down that wall of stubbornness, and you were cold, so you slipped the hoodie over your head. the warmth encapsulated you, and you felt yourself relax. without another word, ellie opened the door to the passenger seat and you sat down. she then went around and entered the driver’s. the first thing she did was turn on the heater.

the drive to her place was a little awkward, yet you couldn’t be more grateful. once she pulled into the driveway of her apartment, she took off her seatbelt and opened the door for you yet again. once inside her apartment, she motioned over to the couch. “do you wanna sit?” she asked, her voice still sounding concerned. “yeah, you don’t have to act so worried about me.” you responded, sitting down on its plush cushion. “i’m not acting.” she retorted, sitting next to you. her hand found itself on your knee, giving it a comforting pat. “wanna talk about it?”

one thing led after another. while telling her what happened, you couldn’t help but let the tears flow freely. the second she noticed them, she pulled you into her arms. “it’s okay, you don’t have to keep talkin’ if you don’t wanna..” she began to rub your back, she knew that always soothed you. hesitantly, she kissed the top of your head. you shut your eyes, letting yourself be held. “that’s it, sweetheart, ‘m here.”

after your tears began to settle, she wiped them away with the pad of her thumb. she cupped you cheek, making you look at her. “listen to me, you didn’t deserve any of that. you hear?” she said, a statement, not a question. “you’re okay now, i’ve gotcha.” drowsily, you let yourself head fall on her shoulder. she continued rubbing your back. “sleep, sweetheart. we’ll figure this out in the morning.” with one final sleepy smile, you shut your eyes and rested.

credits to @angeliicide for the dividers!

cw: strap usage, spanking, spitting, & hair pulling

𐙚 tonight’s sex felt..different, in a good way. you looked down, noticing sevika’s strap got bigger, longer. as she enters it inside of you, you whimpered, squirming around. with a grunt, sevika gripped your waist, holding you still. “be still for me, love.” sevika said, thrusting her cock inside you.

𐙚 you moaned, thighs twitching. “s-sevika..i-its too big..” you half whined-half moaned. she went in harder, your walls clenching around the strap. “yeah? too bad, you’re gonna take it.” as you squirmed again, you felt a sharp slap to your ass cheek. “what did i tell you? hold still.” sevika said, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head.

𐙚 “i-i’m sorry!” you pleaded, feeling her punishing your slopping wet cunt with hard thrusts. “shh, just take it baby, be good for me..” sevika whispered, her other hand finding your chin and crashing your lips together. as your tongues dance around each other, you feel a warm liquid entering your mouth, her spit.

𐙚 she grinned as she pulled away, “drink up, doll.” sevika said with a chuckle. once she decided she wasn’t satisfied, she switched positions. she flipped you over, pulling your hair just enough to see you arch your back, you pretty ass directly facing her. “there you go, look at that pretty ass.”

𐙚 another sharp smack to your ass, making you flinch and moan all at the same time. she entered the strap in you again, hands on your waist guiding you to ride it. “c’mon baby, give me more.” sevika grunted, admiring the view of you as you rode her strap.

𐙚 “im close..please..” you begged, needing to let go of your coming orgasm. “go on, doll, imm waiting.” sevika said, entering harder to push you closer to the edge. after what seemed like an eternity of smacks and thrusts, your body finally released. she pulled out of you slowly, teasingly—making you feel every single moment. after she took off her strap, you collapsed against her. she chuckled and stroked your hair, “mm, good job, baby.” she praised.

cw: masturbation, pillow grinding, frottage, panty sniffing, needy!abby, & squirting

𐙚 pervy!abby, who finds that you left a pair of your black panties at her place. she quickly finds herself picking them up, looking inside them and bringing them to her nose. the scent made her groan, they smelled just like you.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who sat down on the edge of her bed, squeezing her thighs together. “fuck..” she moaned, grinding her clit against the seam of her jeans. she leaned her head back, she needed more—more friction.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who starts unzipping her pants. she shoves them off her feet and pushes her boxers down to her ankles. her thumb starts rubbing her clit in slow, tortuous circles. “baby—need you..” abby whimpered, pressing harder into herself. abby found herself getting wetter, slick running down her pussy.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who grabs a pillow and puts it between her legs. she begins to grind and hump, needing the friction, needing to come undone. she pressed her hips into its stuffing, her walls clenching around nothing. her back arched as she moaned out your name, imagining it was your thigh she was humping.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who soaked the pillow with her slick. she didn’t care, she kept going. “mm—fuck, fuck—so close..” she whined, rubbing her clit on the edge of the pillow, “so good..” she whimpered. she went in harder, humping faster and rougher, she was so, so close. after one more excruciating grind, she lifted up her hips and a powerful stream of fluid broke free from her.

𖣂 “the hell..?” sevika groaned. “babe, c’mere.” she called out, patting the seat next to her. in her hand rested a small phone. you sat down and looked at her curiously. “yeah?” you questioned. she grunted, motioning her head to her phone. “need help, this shits too confusing.” she turned on the phone to where “hello” appeared in many different languages. “why’s it tellin me this in all these languages? how do i pick english?” she asked, sounding annoyed as hell. you couldn’t help but giggle. “you have to wait, baby. you need to set it up first.” she shot you a glare when you giggled, but rolled her eyes.

𖣂 after setting up her phone for her, you started teaching her the basics. how to call, text, and download apps. “look,” you said, pointing to your contact name in her phone. “that’s me, to call me you can either facetime or do a regular one. and to text me you just open the app.” sevika nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist. “okay, i’m starting to understand.” she murmured into your hair. “yeah? why don’t you try texting me then?” you asked, handing her back the phone. she took it in her other hand, navigating through it before sending you a text. your phone went off a moment later, and you grinned. “yeah, there you go! not to hard.”

𖣂 once sevika downloaded facebook, she was unstoppable. she definitely laughs at those stupid minion jokes and sends them to you with a parade of laughing emojis. even if it’s not funny, you’ll still send a crying emoji. though, she doesn’t understand yet that it’s what people now use as a laughing emojis. so, she’ll ask, “why are you crying?” in public, she’ll play stupid reels on full blast. you always get so embarrassed, begging her to lower the volume. “why? i cant hear well.” she huffed, lightly nudging your shoulder. “because everyone is staring at us..” you replied sheepishly.

𖣂 sevika started sending you pictures whenever she’s at the gym. she pauses her workout just to take a picture in the mirror of her flexing. when you both were texting, you always sent her a picture along with what you’re doing. so if you’re eating, you sent her a picture of you taking a bite of an apple. that’s why sevika started sending you pictures.

𖣂 sevikas instagram is just a fan page of you. all of her posts are either about you or for you. she never posts a picture of her standing alone, you’re always tucked right under her arm. some of the pictures are a little..embarrassing, yet she insists on keeping them up.