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[infinitewhore]

JUST THE TIP?! — RE MEN x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: no summary. just the tip gf x balls deep bf trope.

TAGS: implied marathon sex, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, this is all consensual, but just in case, i will tag this as dubious consent.

THIS IS MEANT FOR FANTASY ONLY.

PAIRINGS: LEON KENNEDY/you, LUIS SERRA/you, ALBERT WESKER/you, JACK KRAUSER/you, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/you, CHRIS REDFIELD/you.

A/N: consider this as an apology for being away, and will probably continue to be away after a while. T_T but i hope everyone has been doing well.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

LEON S. KENNEDY. ♡

you don't know how long you both have been indulging in each other—all you know is that your cunt's jus' so sensitive. but you want more. you need more. thinkin' about being empty and not being stretched full by your boyfriend's makin' your waterline glimmer with tears.

"leoooon, please—,"

leon stared at you, in awe that you were still conscious. aware. clearly, he's not fucking you properly. "please what, angel?" "fuck me—fuck me, please. need your cock. just put it in," his fingertips tease your clit, and you whine, shaking your head. "nooo—nooooo . . need your cock. please, leon,"

today, leon finds out his ovulating girlfriend can turn into a literal succubus.

"but you said your cunt's all sore, sweet girl. you were crawling away," open-mouthed kisses are bestowed on your cheek. "just the tip. just put the tip in," leon could feel his cock stir, quickly growing erect with your neediness.

"okay, baby. whatever you say," he kisses your teary eyes before hovering over you and grabbing ahold of your legs. just the tip. just the tip. just the tip. leon has to repeat to himself, lathering the leaking crown with his creampie mixed with your slick.

just the tip. just . . the tip.

your creampied pussy makes a lewd squelch as leon slowly pushes the head in. but you're both in cloud nine, eyes rolling like it's the first time you've fucked each other. "y, yes, like that!" you whimper, reaching over to your hypersensitive clit and making aimless circles.

leon begins to move, only giving your cunt shallow, slow thrusts. "fuck, angel—," he lets his head fall back, pleasure enveloping his tip. your cunt's so fucking wet and warm. your fingers pick up their pace, cunt throbbing with intense pleasure. who knew you could jus' get off from just the tip?

"faster,"

faster?

how can leon do that without shoving himself balls deep into you? "faster—pleaseplease, leon," you sobbed. "y/n—i," he bucked his hips, trying to go faster without splittin' you open with his cock. whimpers are spilling from leon's mouth, growing needier by the second, his vision continuing to blur as he eased just the tip in, as per your request.

the way you were clenching around him, creaming around his cock—it drove him crazy. how could he not fuck you? leon has to reminded himself that you want just the tip. but he's relying solely on instinct. and before he could even realize it, he's plunged himself deep by accident, and you're wide-eyed, an unanticipated orgasm taking you both by surprise.

"leon—♡!"

"y/n—i'm sorry, sorry—,"

he can't stop. he won't stop, pounding you into the mattress and making sure you feel every length of him with every ferocious thrust. he's drooling, watching you squirm. something about seeing your pussy spurt out clear fluid with every push in makes him feral, potentially unlocked a new turn on and fantasy to jerk off to.

"t, told you just the tip," you whimper, sniffling, and leon cradles your head, essentially smushing your face into his chest. "sorry. 'm sorry, sorry—i l, love your cunt." leon sobbed, his hips doing all the work for him, pummeling into you without mercy.

spit's shining on leon's built chest as you automatically kiss and lick at the area. marks in the shape of your canines are left, and leon hisses when you bite him again.

"gonna cum, y, y/n—gonna cum—cumming. 'm cumming, oh god,"

he vigorously rams his cock in your leaking pussy, hard yet hurried; it's sloppy, and leon's just desperate to fill you again. your moans are muffled by his flesh, and leon has yet to notice that he's crushing you with his chest. not that you minded, either.

with a few more unrhythmic slams of his hips, he's spilling himself in you, all of his cum just overspilling as he kept rutting into you. "hah— h, haah . . so good—so good," he babbles, spit dripping on his chin as his eyes rolled back. "leooohn—," you grunt from beneath your boyfriend.

it's only when his orgasm finally comes down that he stops moving, clarity slowly seeping into his fucked out mind. he retires from you almost immediately, now-concerned eyes soaking in the sight of you. did you pass out? "y/n," a hand caresses your rosy cheek.

"y/n, please come back to me,"

"mhh . . "

oh thank god. he knows you're just fine, but he was still worried. "are you okay?" he whispers, brushing away the stray strings of your hair. "i'm sorry, i was . . too into it," you chuckle when you feel him pepper your face with kisses.

"i'm fine. still in one piece, baby."

you both groan when he slowly pulls out, the rest of his creampies spilling out of your gaping cunt. "i love you, leon." you mutter, weakly wrapping your arms around him. "i love you too, angel."

LUIS SERRA. ♡

"luis . . just the tip,"

you both really shouldn't have fooled around with these aphrodisiacs. it's been hours and his cock's yet to come down. luis isn't even sure if he can cum anym—

wait. did he hear that right?

"what'd you say, mami?"

it's harder to hear you when you're bent over, and especially when you're mumbling and barely coherent. "the tip—jus' the tip," you whine. "is my bebé sensitive?" he drags a finger over your slit, and you squeak, body jerking in response. your knees almost gave out. "luiiis . . jus' the tip, p, por favor . . "

you poor thing. he affectionately runs a hand over your spine, down to your ass where he kneads your curvaceous flesh. "por supuesto, amor. we can go slow. and . . just the tip," [ of course, love. ] he thought he could do it. luis can control himself, can go slow if requested—usually—but the drug that ran through his veins made that fucking impossible. swallowing a nervous lump, he prods the tip against your slit. fuck, you're so fucking wet. this wasn't fair.

with a slow push of his hips, your warmth embraces his sensitive cocktip. "oh, fuck. oh my fucking god. dios mio," luis's grip on your ass tightens, his own way of restricting himself. "sólo quiero follarte," [ i just wanna fuck you, ] he confesses, but only thrusts the tip in and nothing else.

"me estás matando aquí, bebé," [ you're killin' me here, baby. ] luis babbled on, a shiver running down spine. "are you sure you're sensitive? y, you've been—you've been always able to take it," turns out, he didn't have it in him to fulfill your request. luis could hear the obscene squelches your creamy pussy made, and his brows narrowed as he winced, almost as if he was pained from your instruction. yet, his restrained thrusts—it was more like gentle rocking, to be honest—continued, the tip pulling out with an obscene pop with every withdrawal of his hips.

he enjoyed it, of course. more than anything. but luis was a greedy, hungry man. yearning more. needing more. your pussy was just so fucking inviting, creaming all over for him with just the tip—fuck, you can't ask this from him.

"bebé—y/n, i can't—can't take it anymore. i have to. t, tengo que follarte," [ i have to fuck you. ] your eyes widened when luis slowly slides in an experimental inch. you squeal, reaching behind you with one arm, but luis just pins it on your back.

the moment he's stuffing himself completely fucking full into you, you're just sobbing, legs shaking from the mind-numbing pleasure. luis was, too, not even realizing he had just cum in you. his hips moved like clockwork, "luis! luiissss—fuck!" was all you could cry out. you squirmed, writhed, tried to crawl away from the addicting pain of pleasure, but he's tugging you right back and slamming himself into you to the hilt.

"lo siento—lo siento bebé. feels good, h, haah . . " [ i'm sorry—i'm sorry, baby. ]

all that cum pouring out of you made it much, much easier to pound that cunt. "h, haaah—fuck! luiiss—," you sobbed, unable to stop your legs from giving out. his chest rests warmly on your back, and you feel a loving kiss pressed on your temple.

"te amo, te amo . . . " he murmured as he pummeled that pussy, making sure that the tip thwacked against your perky cervix and hitting all the right spots. your head rests nicely on the pillow, and you're so fucked out, you think you're about to pass out from all the pleasure.

the bed creaks as luis kept ramming his cock deep into you, and you squeal as another orgasm washes over your body. the nth orgasm made your eyes cross, made you see fucking stars as your legs quivered and you clutched the sheets helplessly. luis didn't see it, but he sure as hell fucking felt it as you squirt all over him and his legs. "dios—dios mio, you're making a fu, fucking mess,"

his thrusts begin to slow down, hard-on still intact, but the aphrodisiac wasn’t as strong as it was from the beginning. blinking, luis realizes he was crushing you by resting his whole weight on you. "shit, shit—y/n, i'm sorry," he shuddered when he slips out of your creampied pussy. "mierda, hace frío," [ shit, it's cold. ] is whispered to himself whilst he gently lays you on your back.

"luiiis . . " you huffed. "that's not the tip," "i know, i know. i'm sorry. but, in my defense, eso es imposible," [ that's impossible to do. ] an affectionate hand caressed your hair. "still sensitive, prinsesa?" you groggily nuzzle your face in his arms.

you only hummed. the next minute is spent in silence, as luis kept you warm and held you firmly. "next time, no more aphrodisiacs," you stir as he spoke, letting out a scoff. "what? booooo."

"wha—excuse you, señorita, why are you booing me?"

"oh, c'mon. don't lie. that was fun,"

"jesus, you are such a freak. me asustas. you need to read the bible or something,"

"wow. like it wasn't you who bought those pills!"

"oh. ehehe. right."

ALBERT WESKER. ♡

bro this gif im going to start s/creaming

you're already fucked out. already trembling from the orgasms wesker's given you, and it's all thanks to the new toys he had bought from his trip. a clit sucker and a vibrating, ridged, girthy dildo. you sobbed as wesker kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, making sure you take all of its length.

"f, fuck—! s, sir, cumming—, 'm cumming,"

there wasn't much you could do, not when a silk ribbon tied your wrists and ankles to the headboard. ( he bought those, too, by the way. ) "again? look at the mess you just made." you look over at the silicone, the base was coated in your creaminess—and it was already smearing to his already-soaked fingertips.

it was so easy for him to break you, and he hasn't even undressed himself yet.

your hips buck against the air, and the unintentional reflex just makes you grind your clit against the toy that lavished its attention on you. "fuuck—! fuckfuckfuck—, a, albert—!" you clutched onto the ribbons, eyes rolling as you felt your cunt throb with need. you were close, you could feel it in the pits of your stomach. "what was that?"

wesker clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "you call me sir, brat. or are these toys getting into that head of yours?" you hear a few clicks, and your eyes widened when you realized that the clit sucker's set to its highest setting. "s, sir—i'm sorry! i'm sorry!"

the dildo could never compare to your sir's cock—never—but the extra sensations of the pulsations and the ridges quickly sent you to the edge, never missing where you were most sensitive, always grazing that spongy nub that made your mouth fall agape. "don't w, wanna cum anymore—too much," you whimpered.

"aw," he cooed, a small smile appearing on his lips; barely noticeable. "that's really too bad, pup." he taunts, giving you a slow, but hard thrust. you squealed, clutching on to your ribbons.

"you're not in charge here,"

your cries are music to his ears, and his eyes gaze over to your squirting cunt in amusement. even though you're trembling and drooling, he's yet to withdraw the toys from you.

"are you?" "n, no, sir!" he's tight-lipped and has yet to move an inch. "n, no, sir! i'm n, not in chaaaarge—y, you are!" "hm," good enough. much to your relief, both are turned off, and you're granted a few seconds of relief.

your body relaxes on the soft bed, chest rising as you pant. “colour?” wesker asks, a rough palm caressing your shaking thighs. “g, green,” you mutter. “good. ‘m not done yet,”

wesker retires from the bed, taking his sweet time in undressing himself. it was quite the sight, though; seeing him undo his tie, unbuckle his pants. his boxers had a wet spot from his leaking tip. “you’ve been a good pup, darling.”

the bed sinks with his added weight, and you watch him leave kisses on your inner thighs, stroking his cock with a spare hand as he lathered his pre all over his monstrous girth. fuck . . could you take that? you don’t think y’have it in you. but you didn’t want to stop. y’wanted him . .

“s, sir,”

you call, and wesker’s eyes tilt up. now that he was much closer, y’could see how blown out his pupils were. “yes, my love?” he asked as he positions himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs as he slaps his fat cock atop your mons.

“c, can you put just the tip i, in—?”

wesker acts as if he didn’t hear a word you just said, rubbing his length all over your slit—continuing to lubricate his shaft with your juices. you gasped when the tip slowly sinks in, and you finally get your answer when he slammed the rest of his girth into you. you screamed, back arching as your eyes crossed.

“why should i?”

he begins to rut into you, pummeling your sensitive cunt with mean thrusts. “tell me, pet. why should i?” you couldn’t utter out a proper response, not when your brain was turning to fucking mush as he pounded you. “speak up, slut.” the added nickname’s making you clench around him, and wesker only scoffed at your lack of coherence.

“gone stupid? from me just putting—hnngg—it in?”

with the position he had you in, it was impossible for the tip to not kiss your cervix, impossible for you to not scream for him as he mercilessly plowed that cunt. "s, sir—h, haaah . . ! fuck—!" your overstimulated pussy's fucking throbbing. a squeal's torn from you as his palm collides with your puffy clit with a smack! the sting's makin' your eyes fucking water, and you could feel your legs tremble again.

"will you tell me what to do again, pet?"

"n, no, sir!"

wesker grinned, rewarding your sore clit with a kind caress of his thumb. "good pet. that's—," he groaned. fuuuck, wesker shudders at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his girth. "—more like it. gonna—gonna fuck you how i want to," his words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, to drill that idea in your pretty fucking head.

"where i want to,"

"u, uh-huh!"

"when i want to,"

"u-uhnnn—y, yes s, siiiir . . ♡ !"

seeing how disheveled and how much of a drooling mess you were, were you even remembering what he was saying? probably not. but don't worry, he's more than willing to remind you where you belonged. he could no longer hold back his noises, but he wasn't even interested in trying, anyway.

the way he sounded—feral, almost beast-like, even—you'd be lying if you said it didn't incite more arousal from you. wesker ensured you felt all of him, hips moving without thought as he mercilessly slammed into that tight fit. unfortunately for you, he was more monster than he was human.

you were fucking tightening up around him—still adjusting from the sudden switch from silicone to flesh—and how could wesker ever resist ramming and bullying that pussy with his fat cock? the way he could see how he split you open, shuddering when his tip's right against your cervix—oh, you were such a sweet, sweet pet.

his cock throbbed with the ache of a release. you made it difficult for him to control himself. "fuck—'m gonna fill you up," he hissed. "think y'deserve a creampie from me, sweet girl?" smack! the collision of his palm on your cunt brings you back to reality for a brief moment. "i'm—i'm talking to you," he snarled, an you nod mindlessly. "s, sorrryyyy . . . y, yes sir! yesyesyesyes—please!"

you continue to beg him, plead for his cum whilst he busied himself with rearranging your fucking insides. it's all you could do amidst your fucked out state. don't you worry. wesker was more than satisfied with your expressions.

burying himself to the hilt, you let out a scream as an orgasm is forced from you again, fingertips affectionately rubbing on your clit. wesker can't decide where to look—if he should watch that pussy quiver as you squirted or your face that's contorting as your irises disappear behind your lids.

"yeaaaaah, just like that. look at you—fuck, you're such a slut,"

his hips stutter as spurts of thick, warm semen floods your womb and walls. wesker groaned, shivers pricking his skin. your cunt milked him so good; and not like he'll tell you, but he's fucking obsessed. obsessed with how you're so obedient fo him, how your cunt clenched around him as you quivered from overstimulation.

"tsk, you're leaking. tighten up, slut. don't spill any more," you only oblige him—it's all you could do in your fucked-out state. a groan echoes in the room as he slowly slips out from you. from where wesker knelt, he had the perfect fucking view of your gaping cunt, trying her absolute best to keep it all in as he asked. you squeaked when he caresses your puffy clit affectionately. "shh, shh . . i know," he cooed, the other hand undoing your restraints. you didn't have the strength to keep your eyes open.

the tension slowly rolls off your muscles as he sets your legs down slowly. "you did well, my love," you could feel him bestow kisses on your face. eyes, nose, lips—they were all showered in loving kisses. your wrists are set free as he undid the ribbons on your sore wrists, his lips ghosting over the red marks over your skin, too. "missed you, albert," you mumbled, eyes slowly opening. "i missed you too, my love," there's a faint smile on his face—meant to be witnessed by you only.

"you know we're not yet done, right?"

JACK KRAUSER. ♡

krauser really has lots of pent-up frustration and sexual frustration. blessed with inhumane stamina, it's really no surprise that he can last multiple rounds. 'specially when all of it just piles up on him, mmmm—god, he loves nothing more than taking it out on you and using you for fucking hours.

but krauser is mean. cruel. you want just the tip? that's really—

"too fucking bad, baby,"

that request is fucking impossible, because he's got you folded and locked in a full nelson hold. did you expect that he'd just not bury himself deep in your pretty cunt? your eyes widened as you watched his cock slowly stretched you out again. your cunt was too sensitive.

"n, no—krauser! don't! d, don't—pleasepleaseplease—,"

his balls only throbbed, eyes rolling as your pleas fall to deafened ears. your groans echo in the room as he pushes another inch or two into you. fuck, you need to breathe—

krauser laughed breathily in your ear. "what was that?" you couldn't muster a single word—it was all just pathetic squeaks. "just the tip, you say?" he'd purr, pushing in as slow as he can so your pulsating walls can feel every single inch stretching you. ruining you.

"c, can't—,"

"can't what? can't speak?"

he completely slams into you with a loud plap! you're speechless and fucking stupefied—but, frankly, what else is there to say? "urgg—feel that?" this fucking asshole just had to start gyrating his hips. you could feel the tip poke 'nd prod against that cervix, and fuck, you're trembling.

"c'moooon, sweets. y'better be awake,"

sticky drool's drippin' from those pretty lips as he began to pound you like he hated you. him doing all the work was not a problem, not at all. krauser could easily manhandle you, and he made sure that you knew. he was bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing and fuck—you couldn't even think of anything to say aside from his name and ah's! and oh's!

it didn't help his cock was a mix of both veiny and fucking gargantuan—you're convinced your cervix's all bruised because his tip kept hitting 'nd hitting all of your spots. "love your cunt—fuck, you like this? huh? bet you do. look at your cunt's reflection. messy fucking slut," he groaned, ramming into you vigorously. it's like he hasn't even broken a sweat.

"k, krauseeeer—," you sobbed, absolutely broken and cockdrunk. "yeah? 'm here," he pants, eyes threatening to roll back. but he had to watch you in the mirror, had to watch you crumble and go fucking stupid just from his cock. "what does my baby want, h, huh? want me to go faster?" before you had the chance to respond, he's fucking pummeling into you faster than you could even blink; you're fucking dizzy and barely lucid, but that's okay. no need to think, krauser's got you. ♡

"'m c, cummingggggg—cumming. j, jaaaaack—♡!"

"my fucking goooood—fuuuuuuck . . look at this squirting cunt,"

clear liquid's spurtin' out of that stretched pussy, coating him and yourself as he forces an orgasm outta you. you're so fucking hot, fuck. krauser's never ever ever letting you go. "you love my cock, babe?" if it wasn't for how both his large hands held your head, you would have nodded. "u, uh-huh! love—l, love your cock—♡!" "attaaa girl. i love your cunt so, so fucking much—♡,"

krauser doesn't even realize he's drooling himself—completely immersed in the pleasure. he could stay buried in you for fucking eternity. "fuck—wanna breed you. lemme breed—lemme breed you. need to knock you up," he babbled on, focused on jus' chasing his release. and with the pace of how he fucked you—it wouldn't take long.

and you?

you're fucking spritzing all over him everytime his tip grazes against that spongy nub in your dripping pussy. why'd you even ask him to not put it all in? clearly, you loved this. but don't worry. for once, he'll humour you. "y'wanted just the tip, right?" "h, hnnngg—♡," good enough of an answer for him. you're brought back to reality briefly when his movements halt. confused, you only watched your obscene reflections whilst he shifted his hips. "j, jack, what're you—?!" your eyes widened when you feel his tip slowly bury into the tight barrier of flesh in your cervix.

krauser whimpered. fuuuuuuck, you were sucking him in so good. he can't even pull out. "baby—baby, oh god. fuck, fuck. i'm fucking—cumming. 'm cumming—oh my gooooood," it didn't take any more thrusts for him to start filling your womb up with fertile, sticky cum.

you whined as your cunt's flooded with his seed, and you couldn't do anythin' except for clawing on his built forearms as he held you in place. "urgg—yeah . . . just like that . . fuuuck, i love your pussy baby," you couldn't utter a word. you felt so fucking full. krauser finally releases your head, but still held your body close as he settles on the edge of the bed. you practically collapse on his muscular frame when he finally sits, and that's okay. ♡ krauser made sure he held you tight, wrapping large arms around your body and leaning into you so he could kiss your face.

"tongue out, babe. lemme . . "

you oblige mindlessly, sticking your pretty tongue out for him. krauser's scarred lips wrap around your wet muscle, groaning as he sucked on it. didn't take long 'til he was devouring your spit-stained mouth as you cockwarmed him.

"mmmm. ♡."

CHRIS REDFIELD. ♡

this gif is so? um.

chris usually loves to prep you. loves to spend his time devouring your pussy and having his lips wrapped around that sensitive clit.

but you've got work in an hour, and time isn't a luxury you both have. "chris, j, just the tip, okay?" you say, raisin' your hips as you bent over the dining table; weight propped up on your soft palms. of course you can't say no to him, especially when the outline of his erected cock on his grey boxers is all you've been seeing this morning. but you're just a girl. you have needs and wants.

"just the tip?"

chris asks, pressing his clothed chest against your back. you feel his stubble against your cheek as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "i don't . . i don't think i can do it, princess," he whined as his hips push forward. you couldn't utter another word as the leaking head stretches your cunt out.

you shuddered, lips quivering as you clutched on to whatever surface you were bent over on. "y, you caaaan—a, aaah, fuck—you have to . . ” you whined. but chris was greedy. hungry.

he’s not sure where he gets the courage to pull out, but he does. the tip slides out from you with a lewd, almost muted, pop! and you’re both unsatisfied, left yearning with feeling the other completely; but it makes do. it has to. tonight, he can have you for as long as he wanted.

“y/n, p, please—,” he pleads, still fuckin’ you with just the tip. chris can feel just how wet you are, hear how that cunt squelched as bucked his hips. “n, nooo—chris, i’ll—i’ll be late,” “don’t go,” his canines graze your skin, and you squealed when he pushes an inch in. your cunt’s pulsating—trying to accommodate his fat cock without prep. “don’t go—y’don’t h, have to go. please stay,” “ch, chris, i—hnnn!” the rest is completely slammed into you, and your eyes cross. chris takes advantage of your agape mouth, kissing you and letting his tongue glissade over yours.

chris starts to pound that cunt, and muffled cries were swallowed by his lips. you can’t really lie, this felt waaaay better than just the tip. the way the tip bulges out from your lower tummy, the way the pink crown keeps kissing that sensitive cervix, it can’t compare. ever.

“mhhhf,” you groan against his lips, and chris playfully bites down on your lower brim. it was hard to take in air when every thrust into you knocked the air outta your lungs. chris parts from you as he held your hips with those big hands of his.

his pace quickens, ramming into you mercilessly. you're both whimpering, voices blending together in melodious sin; whatever thoughts you had before—gone. not when chris had the skill to turn your brain to mush. "goddd—fuck, y/n. y, y'feel so goooood . . " chris sobbed. if only you could see his face. brows scrunched as he struggled to keep his eyes open; only you could bring these facial expressions to this big, beefy man's face.

you squealed when a hand snakes under your skirt, fingertips rubbing against your neglected clit. "oh fuck!" you mewled, unable to keep your cries to a low. "feel good, princess?" chris purred whilst fucking you into oblivion. "u, uh-huh—♡!" fuuuuck, his balls are fucking throbbing.

"d, don't go . . jus' stay. be my pretty little wife. i can t, take care of you,"

he babbled on, rutting into you, stuffing you full with that veiny cock. chris wants nothing more than to fucking breed you, fill your womb with his cum. "'m g, gonna fucking cum," he pants, chest heaving. but he doesn't stop pummeling that cunt—goes faster, actually. chasing his release and eager to give you yours. the table's creaking, and everything on it shook with every thrust. upstairs neighbour behaviour.

you screamed when he lightly pinches that sensitive bud, and you're seeing stars; mouth agape and back completely arched as he coaxes an orgasm from you. your legs trembled, and chris bit on his lip. "fuuuuck, baby. you're so hot—love you, i love you," "chriiiis, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck. love youuuuuu . . ♡,"

your lips crash together again, sloppily kissing each other as chris fucks you through your high. he grunts, wrapping his lips 'round your tongue, tasting you. with another slam of his hips, you moan against his mouth when he's completely buried deep in you; thick ropes of cum flooding your creamy, spasming cunt. he can't move any more, can't think anymore. he pulls away from you, because he's sure he'll forget how to breathe.

"oooooh, fuuuck—♡,"

spit's trickling down his stubbled chin, and chris is quiet for a moment; sent to cloud nine and completely fucked out. it takes a minute or two for him to recover, and he tilts your head to the side so he could briefly kiss you while he slid out of your cunt. you both groan, and chris kneads your ass, watching his cum slowly leak from your gaping pussy.

"heheh . . gonna call in sick?"

well, you couldn't feel your legs, so. yes.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA. ♡

carlos watched you writhe whilst you came undone from his tongue. your fingers were tugging on his already disheveled, raven tresses. it's your fifth orgasm—he thinks, if he's counting right; and he'd gladly give you more. his wet kisses trail up your tummy, chest, lips, and you liked how your taste lingered on his tongue.

"carlooos,"

"yes, meu bebê?"

carlos gets a realization tonight.

"want more. 'jus wanna feel you,"

he spoils you a little too much.

your cunt was still twitching with need. you'd do anything to satiate your hunger, anything to relieve that arousal pooling in your tummy. even though he's spent the last few minutes coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

but he loved seeing you like this. desperate. needy. like he was the only person you needed. you knew just how to get his gears going without trying. "hmm? but you just came, meu bebê. my beard's still wet," he teased, lips latching on your neck and tracing your skin with sharp canines. you held on to his built biceps, and carlos brings your knuckles to his lips. "j, jus' the tip. please. i want more," "i know, i know, bebê. shh . . "

he can never resist you. especially when you were begging him so prettily. didn't take long for him to prod his tip against your needy hole. you both gasp when the tip slowly sinks in, slowly stretches that wet pussy apart. your nails dig into his skin, and carlos bit his lip. "fuuuck, y/n. your pussy—," fucking warm 'nd tight. clenching on him like you needed him.

carlos didn't mind being bossed around by you, especially by you. he'd do anything you'd ask before you could even blink, but he just has to remind you who's in charge.

you gasped when he slowly sheathes an inch or two into your tight cunt. "carlos, w, what're you—?!" he makes sure to slide in nice and slow, so you'll feel every inch of him splitting him open. and also so he can savour that surprised look in your face.

especially when he harshly shoves the rest of his cock in your leaking pussy, god. you'll kill him. "y, you're so unfair, princesa. so cruel t'me," he cooed, not even giving you the time to process a thought as he began to pound you with ungodly stamina.

"you think i don't have needs too? think i don't need to fuck this cunt and to fuck you 'til you're cockdrunk and overstimulated?" nasty mouth, nastier thrusts. your eyes crossed, body jouncing with every slam forward of his hips.

"c, carlos—h,hnnngg!"

he grins. "yeaaaah, that's right, baby. scream my name." you were so sensitive already, flesh walls spasming around his veiny girth, but fuck, you were oozing so much milky essence, it smeared all over his balls. he leans in so your lips could crash together, and carlos grunts against your mouth as you instinctively wrap you legs around him. of course he had to pick up his pace. why wouldn't he? he was such a good boyfriend to you, paying attention to all your needs.

you whine when he parts from you, but he has to, or else he'd lose his balance. he needed to focus on fucking you, tire his pretty bebê out. he bites his lip when you run your palms all over his built chest and abdomen.

"fuckfuckfuck—carlos—♡!"

a hand wraps around your breast, kneading your tits and running his fingers over your erect nipple. whatever thought you had, he quickly fucked it out from that pretty mind of yours. whatever. not like you needed to think when he could do that for you. well, try.

"y/n—♡ godddd, minha linda garota," [ my pretty girl, ] he babbles on, absolutely hypnotized. god, what were you doing to him? carlos kept pummeling that cunt, bed creaking obnoxiously in the process but it seemed that neither of you cared.

more marks littered his skin, ranging from bites to scratches, and they were definitely going to be sore later, but that's okay, a little pain didn't hurt no one. spit trickles down on carlos's stubbled chin, and you lift yourself up a little jus' so you could lick it up.

"y/n—♡! f, fuck! você é tão porra de suja, m, merda!" [ you're so fucking filthy, shit! ] hooking his arms around your thighs and lifting it up to his shoulders, you squealed when he begins to fuck you faster. harder. sounds of skin slapping growing louder as he rammed you without mercy.

a spare thumb began to trace aimless circles on your clit, and you screamed as an orgasm was ripped from your poor oversensitive cunt. "c, carlos—♡! oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" you clutched onto the pillows, sheets, fucking anything. you sobbed, and carlos gently flicks his middle finger against that puffy clit—you squealed as you squirt in small fountains.

"you're sensitive, aren't you, bebê? eu te quebrei, princesa?" [ did i break you, princess? ]

and oh, the way you only responded in fucked out mewls, how fucking precious. now that you've coated his girth in your squirt, it was much easier for him to move in 'n out. you could hear jus' how wet he made you, how that soaking cunt squelched with every thrust. you were such a slut for your boyfriend, and rightfully so.

he stops being cocky when his orgasm nears, grunts turning into high-pitched whimpers as he fucked you into the mattress. carlos tried to keep his monstrous, merciless pace, but fuck, he was so close. the closer he was to filling your cunt up and flooding your walls, the sloppier his hips got, probably from fatigue.

but you were such an angel, his god-sent angel, movin' your hips as you tried to meet his thrusts halfway. carlos could cum at the fucking sight of you trying to fuck yourself against him.

"oh god—♡! oh god, fuck, fuuuuck. vou gozar. vou te engravidar. ai meu deus." [ gonna cum. 'm gonna get you pregnant, oh my god. ] carlos sobbed, and after a few more push of his hips, he's crying out as ribbons of thick cum filled that cunt.

he rides his high out with a few more mindless thrusts, combing a spare hand through his hair. he's in fucking heaven, jesus christ. it's you that brings him back to reality, rubbing his forearm and eventually interlacing your fingers with his.

"oh my god, baby. are you okay?" he caressed your face, and you tiredly smile at him. "never better," you kissed his palm, and carlos tucks away the stray hairs on your face. "you sure? you okay? does anything hurt?" "no, i'm fine. well, a little sore and sensitive, but it's okay. i like it," a grin tugged on his lips, and he shook his head. "you're such a freak, baby. it's okay, i love you," a kiss is pressed on your forehead, nose, and then lips.

you shuddered when he pulls out, and his cum slowly leaks from your used, gaping hole. "i love you . . " you mutter, scooting over to the side so carlos can have the space beside you. he sighs in relief when he finally lays down, absolutely spent. "c'mere," carlos sleepily grunts, pulling you to his arms. you took it upon yourself to cover both your bare, sweaty bodies with the blanket.

"did i tire you out yet?" "hmm . . no, not really," you jeered, and carlos chuckled. "well, i certainly tired myself out," you both laugh, and it didn't take long 'til you both dozed off.

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A/N: thank you so much for reading! more to cum. ;) also, regarding carlos's fics, i will repair them soon and change his bilingual dialogue from spanish to portuguese. i'd like to apologize for mistaking him as hispanic!

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Sorry for all the smut I’m ovulating 🥰 🥰

Simon Riley has a massive dick. And not in the typical pornstar, 15-inches, a dildo was modelled after it type of way. It wasn’t perfectly shaped, or symmetrical, or anything you’d expect.

It’s just… huge. Girthy and veiny and long, and always hard as a rock whenever he was with you.

The first time you laid eyes on it, your eyes almost fell out of your skull.

He’d never admit it, but he immediately felt self-conscious. He hadn’t been with an awful lot of women, and most of the time he and the woman in question were both pretty drunk.

Fortunately for him, you thought he was gorgeous no matter what (especially when it came to his cock) and even better, you were moaning his name within seconds of him spearing it into you.

“Feels good, huh?” He groaned lowly as he pounded into you, every thrust making a lewd slapping sound that had your eyes rolling back in delight.

“So good— god, so good…” you could only mewl in response, clawing at his arms so you wouldn’t fall apart.

You were so full. You didn’t know how people could function on a daily basis without always feeling this blissfully full. “Simon, god, oh, god…”

He only grunted and kept going, speeding up as he felt the familiar feeling of you tightening around him even more so than you already were. “That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it…” he broke off suddenly with a much louder groan, when you suddenly felt a heavenly warmth shoot up even further than where he managed to impale you, all the way up into places you didn’t think were possible to touch.

That was all it took for you to join him in his pleasure. You went over the edge at just the sensation, limbs trembling and chest heaving in the aftershocks.

“That good?” He asked, after a few minutes of silence where only your satisfied pants filled the air.

“So… good…” You gasped. In your head, you decided to never let this man go.

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Leon needs a partner who gets so physically overwhelmed with bliss and emotional release during sex that when they cum together reader just starts crying with relief. So he can wrap his big arms around you and rub your back and tell you how well you did, so he can press kisses to your forehead and rub your hair, wiping under your eyes with his thumbs. “Oh, my baby. You needed that, didn’t you sweetheart? Yeah, you did. I’ve gotcha, honey.”

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I’d genuinely like to revive one or multiple of my oc’s now that I’ve matured a ton more and my betterment in English but honestly I’m not even sure if they should be revived or if I should just make new ones cause tbh like…

Rainbow kinda dead ngl.

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Homie Hopper! Reader

Maxim is jealous. He’s the jealous type. Alex on the other hand is not. He’s confident that you’ll come running back to him.

There you were nipping at your bottom lip and squirming around in the sheets of Timur’s bed, holding back as many moans as you could as he went to work on your desperate clit. His lewd slurping sounds distracted you from yourself for a moment.

Finally after a long days work you can let go and relax into his eager tongue.

But meanwhile, Maxim was on the other side of the wall sharpening a blade to the sound of your pleasure. His eyes twitched and muscles tensed in green hot jealousy. But then again.. he’s the one who started this whole thing in the first place.

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New Year Eve party. Everyone had cleaned up nicely and gathered in a venue with rainbows top supporters, patrons and some of your coworkers’ ‘plus ones’.

Yeah, get a load of Jordans new girlfriend 😒 Eugh.

But after all the small talk and chatter, maybe it was time to wrap it up and head home before the classy event turned to a raunchy party like last time. You did your last rounds and finally made it out the door and into the cold quiet streets. “Leaving without saying goodbye?” A familiar gruff voice asked from behind, the sound of heavy exhaling following close after. You turned to the shadowy corners of the entrance to see Maxim, also known as ‘Kapkan’, your coworker and fairly good friend. You were a new operator to rainbow and Maxim was one of your mentors in close hand combat. He took another drag of a cigarette that he had held between his coarse fingers, flashing you a small smile.

You had created close bonds with most of the others but the Spetsnaz were only welcoming due to their leader, Tachanka. He was very fond of you and even more forward. Once even asking your breast size in the middle of lunch.

“Well how could I say goodbye if you’re lurking out here like a creep.” You replied back with a playful jab.

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You had began to look for your car while walking and talking with Max. He kept his narrow eyes trained on you and listened to your night intently. “This is me.” You stopped, turning to face him head on. “It’s nice.” He complimented dryly, finishing the cigarette and smashing it out onto the pavement. He spoke even though he didn’t bother to look past you at the car.

“How about I give you a ride.” You offered, motioning to the vehicle behind you.

The rest was history. That was almost 2 months ago and you two had kept up your occasional dalliances. And after Maxim reluctantly agreed to letting Tachanka join you both for a night, soon the whole team was in on it. Maxim became sick of it and started declining the offers from the others and hoarding you to himself. He became rougher and animalistic with you, often leaving obvious marks on your body and even sending you back to work or to one of his teammates with his cum still dripping out of you.

The whole situation was very.. don’t ask, don’t tell. They know exactly how good shuhrat attended to you. They know exactly how hard alexsandr was pounding you. They all know exactly how good timur was making your feel. They know exactly how hard Maxim was claiming you.

But no one really.. says anything. Besides a couple fist bumps, head nods or death glares.

But here you are now, getting feasted upon by the Russian sniper. But little did he know he was also feasting on Fuze from earlier that day. You had teased him long enough during a briefing to which he had had enough and pulled you into a family bathroom.

But for some reason..

The way Glaz scooped the excrement from you almost felt like he knew. Maybe they all knew and recognized the leftovers the others left on and in you and still took you in, hoping to leave theirs next. You have no idea what it is but the whole team couldn’t get enough of you.

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Hopefully this can be some kinda AU or Drabble prompt. I’m all about monogamy but homie hopping is a guilty pleasure. Especially with all these fine ass Russians.

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Commission for Anon :) <3 This is such a funny and creative idea! Thank you for commissioning me

Frank really has nothing going up inside there huh?

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Day 2: Eating out

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1k

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. I'm using the tag #Kinktober Avatar_Recom for my kinktober stories.

And I'm starting to use the tag #Avatar_Recom writing for all my other writing, so be sure to follow those tags!

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Can’t get enough of your taste. He has you sitting on the edge of his office desk. If he could do all his colonel work with your cunt on his mouth all day, he would. It relaxes him to eat you out. (it’s the ritthem, it calms his mind) He honestly won’t care if someone walks in when he eats you out, but will lose his shit if the person doesn’t turn around immediately. Always overstimulates you. He needs to coax at least five orgasms from you in ten minutes, or he has done something wrong.

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet He eats you out for his own pleasure. I mean ofcourse he cares about your pleasure, But he eats you out because he loves your taste and sounds, not because it feels good for you. Definitely eager, almost too eager. He focuses so much that he kinda space out and he doesn’t really hear anything anymore. Not even you can really get through to him. That means that he usually continues until you’re either squirming and/or crying too much, or one of your other lovers walks in. Sometimes you’ll be crying so much from overstimulation that one (usually all) of your other lovers walk in to check on you because they heard you crying and they were worried. (God bless Lyle, he gets a heart attack when someone suddenly walks in)

🍬 Recom Z-dog Loves to eat you out. Especially if you’re sitting on her face. She’ll make you grind your cunt on her face. Loves it when your thighs are suffocating her. If she dies with your cunt on her face, she'll die a happy woman. She’s so used to chewing gum, that you have to remind her to take her gum out, before she eats you out. She forgot a few times and you thought it was really gross, but she honestly didn’t mind. (god why am I writing this, my grandma’s would chase me with their wooden spoons if they found out) On the phone with the sinner store: Yeah, one order of holy water please (and her, cuz I need her to eat me out.) god I need to touch some grass.

🥽 Recom Walker I guarantee she'll have you squirming and moaning with just her mouth within seconds. Always lies between your thighs, so she can see your whole naked body with just one glance. She’s the one who decides when you can cum. She says that you can’t come at all? Too bad. She says not yet? You better delay your orgasm until she says so. Always has a tight grip on your thighs, you won’t move unless she allows you to. She can eat you out for literal hours. She’ll just keep fucking her tongue in and out of your cunt like it’s her first meal in a decade.

😎 Recom Mansk He only goes slow. Doesn’t like frantically eating you out. He likes to take his time with you. Making you squirm. He has memorized every tell, twitch and reaction of your body. Definitely does a certain move, to draw out a certain reaction. He eats you out like he has days to eat his last meal.

🧯 Recom Prager When I say this man worships your body, I mean he whoreships your body (see what I did there). He’s literally on his knees before you. You always have the ends of his bandana twisted around your fingers. Does what you need him to do. If you need him to suck on your clit? He’ll be sucking like it’s a lollipop. You need him to fuck you with his tongue? He’ll tongue fuck you like his life depends on it.

⚕️ Recom Ja Gets pussydrunk the moment he tastes you. Loves to eat you out, but he wants to continue as fast as he can to actually fucking you. But in that short time he really knows how to make you cum. Definitely uses the spelling words trick. But he seriously makes it work. Loves to nuzzle the side of his face against the plush of your thigh.

🧢 Recom Brown He definitely knows what he’s doing. Wants to make you scream so everyone knows you’re his. If you’re not loud enough, he’ll just keep going until he’s satisfied with how loud you are. Lives for your moans. If someone walks in (investigating why someone’s screaming like they’re getting murdered), he definitely keeps eating you out, while maintaining eye contact with whoever walked in. He’s way too smug that the person who walked in can see that he’s the one who’s making you feel good. Even when it’s one of your other lovers.

📿 Recom Lopez Isn’t big on making you cum as much as possible in a short period of time. He likes to take his time and give you the most earth shattering, world rocking orgasms. If he has a day off, you better prepare for his head between your thighs for at least half the day. Really knows what he’s doing. You better learn Spanish. Because he’ll praise the hell out of you. Kinda likes it if you don’t speak Spanish, he’ll make his praise so much more vulgar. He 100% ‘accidentally’ nips at you with his fangs. Loves to draw a little trickle of blood when he nips at you. Tell me I’m wrong, the man lives for a little pain, just look at how much tattoo’s he has. 

⛓️ Recom Fike He definitely grinds his hips into the mattress while he’s eating you out.  Can cum untouched to your sounds. When you’re laying on your back with him lying on his stomach between your thighs, you’ll see his tail waving through the air. Like a cat's tail. He almost moans as loud as you because he loves your taste. Anxious if you like what he’s doing. Needs you to praise him during. For confidence. Totally not because he gets off on it.

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lmao

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Hey love could u do one where it takes place at the santo party where Rubi is rapping and when he says “I didn’t wanna come tonight but spooky made me come” and everyone starts ooooing could u have the reader be like mmhh he makes me cum too and she’s just drunk and he does that lil smirk of his 😩

a/n: HAHAHAHAHAH SURREEEEE. had to leave out the breaking of the truce part for the sake of reader and spooky’s moments🤭

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The Santos backyard was packed with people, the dim glow of string lights casting a warm, hazy atmosphere over the party. The music was loud, rattling through the speakers that were set up near the patio, and the mix of laughter, chatter, and shouting filled the air. The grill had long since been abandoned, now just a pile of cold charcoal, but the drinks kept flowing, and the energy of the night was still high.

You leaned back against the fence, sipping on a half-full cup of whatever beer was left in the cooler, feeling the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in your system. The backyard had become a familiar scene for you, ever since you started coming to these Santos parties with Oscar—better known to the world as Spooky. As his girl, you fit in with the crew, earning your place among them with the same loyalty and respect that he demanded from everyone else.

Ruby, always the life of the party, had set himself up in the center of the yard, rapping loud enough to get a crowd of hyped Santos around him, cheering him on. He was in rare form tonight, spitting bars and dropping jokes, making everyone double over in laughter. You’d been keeping an eye on him while chilling near the back with your drink, watching the way the group circled around him, hanging on to his every word. Spooky and you had known Mario for quite some time, and when Spooky respected someone, you respected them too. So, you tended to make sure to make sure Ruby was okay.

“Man, I didn’t even wanna come tonight,” Ruby slurred, his voice dripping with playful theatrics as he paused, a sly grin forming. “But Spooky made me come!”

The crowd lost it, howling with laughter and nudging each other. You glanced over at Oscar, who was leaning against the edge of the patio, his back to the house, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. He hadn’t been paying much attention, but the second Ruby dropped his name, you saw that signature smirk pull at the corner of his lips.

Caught up in the energy of the moment and the alcohol swirling in your veins, you didn’t even think twice before loudly blurting out, “Mmmhmm… he makes me cum too!”

For a second, the backyard went dead quiet, your words hanging in the air. Then the entire crowd exploded in laughter, even louder than before, doubling over as they howled and jeered. Some of the Santos started hollering, “Ayyy!” while others slapped their knees and gave you looks of pure disbelief, like they couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

You stood there, trying to hold back your own laughter, knowing full well that your face was probably flushed from both the alcohol and the sudden attention. Ruby nearly dropped the mic, cracking up so hard he had to lean on one of the guys for support.

“That’s it! She wins tonight!” someone yelled from the group, fanning their face as they kept laughing.

You caught Oscar’s eye from across the yard. He pushed off the wall, his dark eyes gleaming with that quiet, confident amusement that made your heart race every time. The smirk on his face deepened, and he slowly shook his head, like he couldn’t believe you just said that in front of everyone. But he wasn’t mad—not even close. He was proud.

As the laughter around you finally started to die down, Oscar made his way through the crowd, the air shifting as people automatically moved out of his way, giving him space. The backyard felt smaller with him walking toward you, his intense gaze never leaving yours. He stopped in front of you, his hand sliding around your waist as he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“Drunk, huh?” Oscar murmured, his voice dropping low, the teasing note unmistakable as it rumbled through his chest. His eyes flickered with amusement, a playful glint dancing behind the calm façade he usually wore. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear, making your skin tingle in the cool night air.

You tilted your head up toward him, unable to hide the grin that spread across your face. The warmth in his tone mixed with the steady heat from his body pressed against yours, filling you with a familiar, comfortable feeling—like everything in the world was just right when you were with him.

“Maybe a little,” you replied with a soft laugh, shrugging as if it wasn’t obvious from your flushed cheeks and the slightly unsteady way you leaned into him. You could feel the buzz still coursing through you, the drinks from earlier making your thoughts hazy but pleasant. But more than anything, it was the closeness to him, the feel of his arm around you, that had your heart beating just a little faster.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, his hand still resting on your waist as his thumb brushed lazily against your skin through the fabric of your shirt. He tilted his head, giving you that look—half amused, half proud, like he enjoyed seeing you this way, all soft and carefree in his arms. The backyard lights cast a faint glow around you both, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into the background. In this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

“Just a little, huh?” he teased, his voice velvet-soft now, almost daring you to admit more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the way his eyes searched your face, lingering on your lips for a beat longer than usual, told you he was enjoying every second.

You let out another laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Okay, maybe more than a little,” you confessed, leaning into him fully, feeling safe in his hold, like you could be completely yourself here with him, no judgment, no pressure. Just you, him, and the night stretching out before you.

Oscar chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. He pulled you in closer, ignoring the lingering stares and whispers from the crowd. You were used to this, the way everyone watched when the two of you were together. Spooky wasn’t the kind of guy anyone expected to see soft or affectionate in public, but here he was, holding you like you were the only one who mattered.

“Alright, alright, I don’t know how I’m gon’ top that off,” Rubi finally called out, still laughing. “But I wanna give something back. DJ, spin that shit!”

The crowd roared in agreement, a few of them still wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, and you couldn’t help but join in. The party would go on with Ruby’s rapping ringing in your ears, but after a moment like that, it was clear you had just made your mark on the night.

Oscar pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and amusement. The smirk playing on his lips never wavered, a subtle curve that made your heart skip a beat. “You good?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, just for you to hear. His tone was soft, intimate, cutting through the buzz of the party like it was your own little world.

You met his gaze, the warmth of his hand still resting on your waist, and nodded, the thrill of the moment still coursing through you. Your pulse raced, not just from the alcohol but from the way Oscar looked at you—as if nothing else in the world mattered. “I’m good,” you replied, the words escaping with a breathless laugh, still riding the high of your bold declaration.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and his hand tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you closer for a brief second. It was that protective, almost possessive gesture that sent a spark through you, grounding you in the chaotic energy of the backyard. He didn’t have to say much—he never did—but the look he gave you, filled with pride and amusement, told you everything. He was impressed.

“Good,” he murmured again, his voice smooth as silk. With one last squeeze of your waist, he gently guided you away from the center of the action, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. You fit perfectly against his side, the heat of his body a comforting contrast to the cool night air.

As the two of you made your way back toward the patio, the music kicked up again, louder this time, as if to reclaim the space after the brief pause of the crowd. The backyard was alive with noise and laughter, people picking up where they left off, but there was a noticeable shift in the energy. You could still hear the echoes of their reactions, those playful, teasing calls of “Ayyy!” that followed you even as you walked away. It seemed like no one could quite let go of the moment you had just created, and every so often, someone would nudge their friend, sending another round of knowing laughs your way.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you wore their attention like a badge of honor. You had been the one to steal the spotlight tonight, and judging by the lingering grins and whispers around you, it wasn’t something they would forget anytime soon.

Oscar led you to a quieter corner near the patio, away from the crowd but still within the pulsing heartbeat of the party. His arm stayed securely around you, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on your shoulder, a silent but intimate gesture that made you feel like the two of you were in sync with each other. Even though the laughter and chatter of the Santos continued around you, in that moment, it was just you and him.

As the night went on, people continued to pass by with playful smirks or lighthearted comments, reminding you that you had left your mark on the night. But each time, Oscar just pulled you closer, his quiet presence reminding everyone that while you may have been the one to steal the show, you were his—and that was the real reason you stood out tonight.

And you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that no matter how wild things got at these parties, at the end of the day, you were with the one who made you feel like the only person in the room.

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Sad eyes is brother to reader and she is messing secretly with oscar but they are not really subtle (like being seen in the car or somewhere gettin it on eg) and being caught (but like a funny one) 😌

a/n: totally! i’d like to think that they think they’re somewhat slick, meanwhile, the whole of freeridge already has them figured out HAHAHAHAH

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It was one of those cool, lazy afternoons in Freeridge. The sun was just beginning to dip, casting a golden glow over the streets. You sat on the worn-out couch, flipping channels, your mind wandering, waiting for something to pass the time. Ever since your brother, Sad Eyes, got involved with the Santos, there was always something going on, but for once, it was quiet. Too quiet.

But quiet was a good cover.

You and Oscar—Spooky to everyone else—had been sneaking around for weeks now. The first time? It was as simple as a ride home after you bumped into him at a corner store. One ride turned into talking, which turned into meeting up, which turned into you two making out in his car under a streetlight like you were teenagers. And in a town like Freeridge, keeping a secret wasn’t exactly easy. Especially when your brother was notorious for knowing everything that went down in the streets.

But you two weren’t exactly subtle. Not that you didn’t try.

Oscar had that “bad guy” reputation—leader of the Santos, always serious, always in control. He walked through Freeridge like he owned it, his presence commanding respect, even fear. People knew better than to cross him. His face rarely betrayed any emotion beyond a cold, calculated calm, his eyes scanning every situation like he was five steps ahead. To everyone else, Spooky was all business, no games, the man who handled problems before they even became problems.

But when it was just you and him? The hardened leader of the Santos disappeared. He was soft in a way that made your chest feel warm, like the walls he kept up around everyone else didn’t exist between you two. He’d smile more, his guard dropping as he laughed under his breath at something ridiculous you said, those intense eyes of his lightening up for once. There were moments when he’d pull you into his lap, that familiar smirk playing on his lips, like he didn’t have the weight of an entire crew on his back. In those moments, he wasn’t Spooky, the feared shot-caller—he was just Oscar, the guy who loved making you blush.

But when it came to keeping your thing a secret? Yeah, not so smooth. For someone so good at running the streets, managing a gang, and playing the long game, he wasn’t exactly a master of subtlety when it came to you. Anyone with half a brain could’ve seen the way his eyes lingered on you a little too long, or how the leader of the Santos suddenly “had business” on your block more often than he used to. He couldn’t keep his hands away from you, even if he tried.

Like the other day, when Sad Eyes nearly caught you two in Oscar’s car by the bridge. One second you were kissing, and the next, you spotted your brother’s figure crossing the street in the rearview mirror. You had to scramble, acting like you were just “hanging out,” but the fogged-up windows? That was harder to explain.

Still, somehow, your brother remained oblivious. Or at least, he pretended to.

That afternoon, though, something felt off. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Sad Eyes was starting to catch on. The way he’d been looking at you lately, side-eyeing when you “went to run errands” for hours or disappeared without saying a word.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your stomach flipped like it always did when Oscar hit you up. You glanced at the screen: “Pull up. Got something to show you.”

Without hesitation, you shot off the couch, grabbing your jacket as casually as you could, trying to act like you weren’t bolting out the door. But, of course, nothing slipped past Sad Eyes.

He was already in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, that unreadable look on his face. His dark eyes tracked your every movement like he was piecing together a puzzle. “Where you headed?” His voice was calm, but you could hear the suspicion beneath it. He raised one eyebrow, the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You swallowed, trying to keep your cool as you shrugged. “Just out. You know, running some errands.”

He didn’t budge. His eyes swept over you, like he was analyzing every little thing—how quickly you grabbed your jacket, the way you avoided eye contact, the nervous energy you tried to shake off. “Errands? At this hour?” His tone was flat, but you could tell he was baiting you, waiting for you to slip.

“Yeah,” you said, shoving your hands into your pockets to keep them from fidgeting. “Why, you need something?”

Sad Eyes didn’t answer right away. He just kept looking at you, that knowing expression growing more obvious. “Nah, I’m good,” he finally said, pushing himself off the wall. “Just funny how you’ve always got ‘errands’ when it’s dead quiet around here. Almost like… you’re meeting someone.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried to play it off with another shrug. “What, I can’t run errands in peace now?”

He tilted his head, his smirk more apparent now. “I don’t know. You’re pretty sneaky these days. Who is it? You think I don’t notice when you disappear for hours?”

You bit your lip, glancing toward the door, then back at him. “Ay, Dios mío, ayúdame. You’re overthinking, just shut up.” You muttered, trying to mask your anxious tendencies with a faux frustration.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, stepping aside just enough for you to squeeze past him. “Just be careful. Not everyone’s good at keeping secrets around here.”

You rolled your eyes, slipping by him quickly before he could say anything else, but you could feel his gaze burning into your back as you left. His teasing didn’t fool you—Sad Eyes was suspicious, and he was going to figure it out soon if you weren’t careful.

You hopped into Oscar’s car a few minutes later, relieved to be away from the house. He looked over at you, that smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned in for a quick kiss. The car smelled like his cologne, warm and familiar, and you instantly felt more at ease.

Oscar turned to you, a playful glint in his eyes. “You got out clean?” He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he turned the ignition. Almost as if he got a high off of the adrenaline of doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Barely,” you laughed, shaking your head as you recalled the close call with Sad Eyes. “I think he’s catching on.” The thought sent a thrill of nerves through you, mixed with a hint of excitement.

Oscar chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a relaxed confidence. “Let him. What’s he gonna do? Talk us to death?” His voice was laced with sarcasm, and he waved a dismissive hand, as if your brother’s overprotectiveness was the least of your worries.

You couldn’t help but smile at his nonchalance. “You know him—he’s relentless when he’s got a hunch.”

“Yeah, but it’s just talk,” Oscar replied, glancing over at you with a grin. “We both know he’s all bark and no bite. Plus, he’s got a lot on his plate with the Santos. He won’t have time to play detective.”

As he pulled out of the lot, you felt a wave of reassurance wash over you. It was nice to know Oscar was confident, even if you still worried about your brother’s instincts. But right now, you were focused on being with Oscar, and the thrill of the secret made every moment with him feel electrifying.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Oscar always had a way of brushing things off like nothing could touch him. You leaned back in your seat, stealing glances at him as the car sped through the streets, the sun setting low. The windows were rolled down just a crack, letting in the cool air as you cruised along.

But as much as you tried to forget about it, the nagging thought of your brother lingered. You didn’t want him to find out like this, but at the same time, you couldn’t exactly keep hiding. It was a small neighborhood, and everyone had eyes.

The car slowed down at an empty lot. You figured Oscar had brought you here to talk, or maybe show you something he’d been working on with the Santos. But before you could ask, he parked under a streetlight and pulled you closer, his lips brushing your neck.

The next thing you knew, you were wrapped up in him on his lap, the warmth of his touch making the world outside the car fade away. His fingers brushed your skin, igniting a heat that was both thrilling and intoxicating. You leaned into him, getting lost in the moment, the soft hum of the engine and the fading light wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

But that blissful bubble popped when someone knocked on the window.

You jumped, your heart racing as adrenaline shot through you. Turning quickly, you found your brother standing outside the car, an amused but annoyed look on his face. He leaned against the window, arms crossed, clearly ready to call you out.

“Yo, what’s going on in here?” Sad Eyes said, shaking his head with a smirk. “I knew it. You two really thought you could pull this off without me catching on?”

You glanced at Oscar, who was trying to stifle a laugh. “Uh, surprise?” you said, attempting to sound casual, but your voice cracked.

Sad Eyes leaned closer, his eyebrows raised. “For real? You think I wouldn’t notice my little sister getting all cozy with the Santos’ main man? I swear, y’all are wilding.”

Oscar leaned back, trying to play it cool. “We’re just hanging out. No big deal.”

Sad Eyes snorted. “Hanging out? She’s literally in your fucking lap.” He exclaimed, dramatically waving his hands towards your position, “Ion’ know what kinda hanging out this is, but I know damn well I ain’t sitting in your lap next time we hang out.” Sad Eyes let out a baffled laugh, almost getting a kick out of the pathetic excuses. “What’s next, a love song? ‘Caught in the Act’ by the Santos?”

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks, warmth flooding your face. “Come on, Antonio! You’re killing our moment—this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, burying your face against Oscar’s chest to hide your flush. The fabric of his shirt was soft and comforting, but you could still feel the weight of your brother’s gaze.

“Embarrassing? Nah, this is comedy gold,” he replied, shaking his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You really thought you could keep this on the low? I could hear you two giggling from down the block. Sounded like a couple of kids sneaking candy!”

Oscar shot you a glance, trying to salvage some dignity. “Hey, we were being discreet… sort of,” he defended, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. He was trying to look nonchalant, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching, betraying his amusement.

Antonio raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face growing. “Discreet? You mean like the Santo, Bananas, being gay discreet? We call him fucking Bananas! Come on!“

You groaned, your face still pressed against Oscar, wishing you could melt into the seat. “This is just great. First, I have to deal with you being nosy, and now Oscar’s getting dissed, too,” you grumbled, peeking up to see Antonio’s teasing grin.

“I’m just saying,” Antonio said, waving his hands dramatically. “If you wanted to keep it quiet, maybe don’t laugh like you’re about to get caught doing something illegal!”

“Okay, okay, point taken!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in defeat, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle in. “We’ll keep it off the radar from now on.”

“Good luck with that,” Sad Eyes said, stepping back with a mischievous grin that made it clear he was enjoying this way too much. “I’ll be watching you two like a hawk. And trust me, the next time I catch y’all in the act, I’m bringing a camera to share the evidence with the whole block!”

As he turned to walk away, you muttered under your breath, “Great, just what I needed—an overprotective brother on my case.” The words slipped out, laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Oscar chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned closer. Sad Eyes called back over his shoulder, “Just remember: if you’re gonna sneak around, at least don’t park 3 minutes away from our house!”

As he walked away, you and Oscar burst into laughter, the ridiculousness of the situation finally sinking in. Keeping your secret was turning out to be a lot harder than you thought, but at least you had each other to navigate this messy—and now hilariously exposed—situation.

Oscar leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his hair like it was all just a casual inconvenience. “Guess the secret’s out,” he said, a grin still plastered on his face.

You wanted to sink into the seat and disappear, but the laughter bubbled up again as you processed how absurd it was to be caught like this. Of all the ways to get discovered, this had to be the least graceful.

Suddenly, Sad Eyes opened the door again, leaning in with an exaggerated expression of faux seriousness. “And stop stealing my fucking condoms!” he yelled with disgust, shutting the door without letting you defend yourself.

You huffed, slapping your hands over your face to hide your flushed cheeks, hearing Sad Eye walking away, muttering something about how he was “too old for this kind of thing” as he disappeared into the shadows.

Once Sad Eyes was out of sight, you looked over at Oscar. He was still smiling, a relaxed vibe about him, his hands resting comfortably on your thighs like nothing could faze him.

“Think he’ll tell anyone?” you asked, half-serious, half-teasing, your heart still racing from the surprise.

“Nah,” Oscar shrugged, looking nonchalant. “But even if he does, it’s our business now.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned closer.

With that, he pulled you back into his embrace, his lips finding yours once more as the car idled in the empty lot. The night was quiet around you, and though your secret was out in the open now, it felt right—just the way it was always bound to be.

[infinitewhore]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 Part One

pairing. ambessa x reader x sevika

warnings. kissing, sparring and kissing, touching, neck kisses, pet names (darling)

wc. i have no idea (i went overboard)

synopsis. You were sent on a mission to train sevika for an underground tournament, by non other than the tyrant herself, Ambessa Merdarda.

a/n. there needs to be more of these because i am in need. i keep making part twos because im indecisive also let me know if there’s any misspelling

note. it would greatly appreciated if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you!

Sweat clung to your brow as you stepped into the training room, its atmosphere oppressive and bathed in a dim crimson glow. The walls, which were made of steel, echoed with every movement. Scuffed mats covered sections of the concrete floor, marked by years of punishment from brutal sparring matches. Ambient heat radiated from flickering red lights overhead, casting jagged shadows that seemed to ripple with every movement. It wasn’t an ideal space for training, but Zaun didn’t do luxury, and neither did Ambessa.

Ambessa’s voice rang out from the elevated platform at the far end of the room, her piercing gaze fixed on the two of you. “Again,” she ordered, her tone sharp enough to cut through the humid air. “Don’t hold back this time. You’re wasting my time if you’re not going to make her bleed.”

Resentment prickled under your skin, but you bit your tongue. Ambessa’s presence had been the only thing keeping you in this hell of an assignment. Training Sevika for an underground tournament had sounded ridiculous when the offer first came to you. Why would a battle maiden brute like her need anyone’s help. But Ambessa had insisted, claiming your expertise was “essential” to Zaun’s victory. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Sevika stood in front of you, her large frame coiled with tension. Her metal arm glinted under the lights as her breathing stayed steady. Her gaze looked betrayed with annoyance. She wasn’t thrilled about being told what to do, let alone by you. The feeling was mutual. “You ready for another bruising, princess?” Sevika taunted, cracking her knuckles.

Rolling your eyes, you dropped into a fighting stance. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure your metal arm isn’t the only thing out of commission.”

Her grin was predatory. “Such big words for someone so small.”

The session resumed with a flurry of blows. Sevika lunged first, her movements quick despite her size. You ducked under her swing, your fist connecting with her side. The impact barely fazed her, but it was enough to get her attention. She retaliated with a sweeping kick, forcing you to leap back to avoid losing your footing. The clash of flesh and metal echoed in the room as the two of you exchanged blows, your mutual irritation fueling every strike.

Sevika was too strong to take head-on. So you relied on precision and agility, darting around her strikes and aiming for weak spots. But Sevika wasn’t stupid. She adapted quickly, her strikes coming faster and more calculated. Her metal fist grazed your ribs at one point, and the shock of it made you stumble.

“Getting tired already, sweetheart?” she sneered, wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm.

“Hardly,” you shot back, charging at her with renewed energy.

Your next strike caught her off guard. A perfectly timed uppercut sent her stumbling backward. You didn’t stop, delivering a swift kick to her midsection that knocked her off balance. She hit the ground hard, her body slamming against the concrete with a grunt. For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing.

“Stay down,” you said, wiping your hands on your pants.

But Sevika didn’t stay down. With a growl, she lunged at you like a wild animal. Her strength caught you off guard, and before you could react, she had you pinned to the cold floor. The impact knocked the air from your lungs, and you gasped as her full weight pressed against you.

Sevika’s metal hand gripped both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. Her other hand rested on your shoulder, keeping you firmly in place. You struggled, but her strength was overwhelming.

“Not so cocky now, are ya?” she panted, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto your cheek, and the heat of her body seeped into yours.

“Let me up,” you growled, glaring at her.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned closer, her face mere inches from yours. “Now why would i do that? You look good down there.”

Your pulse quickened, though you told yourself it was from exertion. “You’re enjoying this wayyyy too much.”

“Maybe,” Sevika admitted, her voice a husky whisper. “But I think you are too.” Her chest heaved with every breath, the fabric of her tank top clinging to her damp skin. The scent of sweat and iron filled the air, mingling with something deeper, something unspoken. Her gray eyes bore into yours, challenging you, daring you to say something, to do something. But neither of you moved. The world outside the training room seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in this heat of a moment.

“You’re stronger than I expected,” Sevika muttered, her voice softer now. “Almost makes me want to keep you around.”

“Almost?” you shot back, your voice tight. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Her smirk widened. “You can try, but you wouldn’t succeed.”

Ambessa’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. “Enough!” she barked, her tone sharp and commanding. “If you two are done flirting, we have a tournament to prepare for.”

Ambessa’s voice thundered through the training room before either of you had the chance to speak. “What in the hell is going on here?” Her presence filled the room instantly, her commanding tone freezing both you and Sevika in place.

Her boots clanged against the concrete as she strode forward, her towering frame illuminated by the dim red glow. Dressed in training gear, Ambessa looked more like a war goddess than a general with her broad shoulders and powerful arms on full display. A simple black sports bra wrapped tightly around her chest as her glistened abs catch the faint light.

“Off,” she barked, her sharp gaze locking on Sevika.

Sevika, who rarely flinched at anything, hesitated for a split second before pulling back. Her expression was tight with frustration, but she obeyed, releasing your wrists and standing. The loss of her warmth was immediate as the cold floor pressed against your back.

Ambessa stepped in without missing a beat, gripping Sevika’s arm and pulling her upright effortlessly. “Do you think this is some kind of game?” Her voice was low, dangerous, as she squared off with Sevika.

Sevika yanked her arm back, her jaw tightening. “She hit me. I hit her back.”

“You pinned her like a street brawler,” Ambessa snapped, her voice cutting through the charged air. “This isn’t some tavern scuffle. You’re supposed to be training, not rolling around like a fool.”

“She’s the one who pushed me,” Sevika shot back, her chest heaving as she stepped closer. The heat in her gaze didn’t waver, and the muscles in her arms flexed with tension.

Still lying on the ground, you watched the two women square off, rooted in place by the sheer energy between them. Ambessa’s imposing frame radiated authority, her dark eyes blazing, while Sevika bristled like a cornered beast, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

“Pushed you?” Ambessa’s voice dropped to a near growl. She took another step forward, her tone mocking. “What are you, a child? You’re supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Maybe if you didn’t bark orders from a balcony, you’d see how this fight actually went,” Sevika bit back, her voice dripping with venom. Her muscles tensed beneath the fabric of her tank top, the strain of holding back her frustration evident in every line of her body.

Ambessa’s laugh was sharp and humorless, cutting through the suffocating air. “Careful, Sevika. You’re one poorly thrown punch away from losing that metal arm.”

Sevika’s lips twisted into a snarl, her voice rising as she stepped into Ambessa’s space. “And you’re one more order away from learning I don’t take kindly to being treated like a damn pawn.”

Every word exchanged felt like a spark, each one igniting the fire between them further. You remained where you were, watching from the ground as the red lights painted their figures like some living, breathing battle scene.

Ambessa tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze narrowing. “You think this is about you?” she asked, her voice quiet but filled with dangerous intent. She took a step closer, the heat from her body palpable even from where you lay. “You’re nothing without me. You wouldn’t have that arm, that strength, or this opportunity. So don’t test me, Sevika.”

For a moment, Sevika didn’t respond, her jaw tight as her gaze flickered to the floor before locking onto Ambessa again. Then, like a wave breaking, the anger in her expression shifted into something more intimate replacing it.

“Nothing without you?” Sevika’s voice dropped, her tone low and measured, sending a shiver down your spine. “You think you own me because you gave me this?” She raised her metal arm, flexing it deliberately. “Don’t fool yourself. I’ve earned every inch of what I am.”

Ambessa didn’t back down, stepping even closer until their chests were nearly brushing. “Then prove it. Because right now, all I see is someone too stubborn to recognize when they’re being tested.”

The air between them shifted. Their breathing was heavy, their bodies so close you swore you could see the tension vibrating between them. Ambessa’s hand raised slightly, and for a second, you thought she might push Sevika, or worse, strike her. But her fingers caught the strap of Sevika’s tank top instead, her grip firm.

“You talk about earning it,” Ambessa said, her voice softer now, her words dripping with sharpness. “But have you earned this?”

Sevika didn’t flinch, though her chest rose and fell faster, her gray eyes locked onto Ambessa’s dark ones. “I’ve earned more than you think,” she said, her voice just as quiet, though there was a slight tremor. The aggression in Sevika’s stance softened, though her muscles remained taut, her body coiled and ready. Ambessa’s imposing presence didn’t falter, but the edge in her gaze dulled ever so slightly.

“You’re reckless,” Ambessa murmured, her fingers still resting against Sevika’s shirt.

“Tyrant bitch,” Sevika shot back, though there was no bite to her words.

They were so close now, their tension-filled standoff transforming into something you couldn’t quite name. You should’ve looked away, should’ve gotten up and interrupted, but you couldn’t. The sight of them, Ambessa’s glistening abs under the red lights and Sevika’s tank top clinging to her damp skin. It was mesmerizing.

The sparring session between Ambessa and Sevika had turned into a spectacle of raw power and dominance. The two women circled each other, muscles taut and glistening under the red light as they calculated their next moves. The tension in the room was almost unbearable, the charged atmosphere making it impossible to look away.

Sevika lunged first, her movements swift. Ambessa parried with ease, her stature and experience giving her the upper hand. The clash of their bodies reverberated through the room, their strength evenly matched, though Ambessa carried herself with an effortless grace that only came from years of battle.

Whereas, you sat on the couch in the corner with your legs crossed and your hands gripping the cushion tightly as you watched. The intensity between them was magnetic, and you felt heat creeping up your neck as you took it all in. The way Ambessa’s muscles shifted with every movement, the sheer power in her strikes. It was impossible not to admire her.

Sevika grunted as Ambessa caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting her arm behind her back in one fluid motion. “You’re too easy to predict,” Ambessa said, her voice low and laced with authority.

Sevika growled, twisting to free herself, but Ambessa didn’t let go. Instead, she pinned Sevika’s arms together, holding them in place with one hand. The strength in that single motion was enough to make your jaw drop. You could see the flex of her biceps, the veins on her forearm standing out as she kept Sevika completely immobilized.

You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks flush. It wasn’t just the display of power that made your stomach flip, it was the way Ambessa looked doing it. She was in complete control, her eyes burning with determination.

Ambessa leaned in close, her lips brushing against Sevika’s ear. Whatever she whispered was too quiet for you to hear, but the way Sevika’s ears turned pink told you enough. Sevika was blushing. Their breathing was labored, their chests pressed against each other in a way that blurred the lines between aggression and intimacy. They were similar in height and strength that it was hard to tell who had the upper hand, though Ambessa’s control of the situation made it clear she was the dominant one.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to the scene in front of you. The way they moved, the tension between them. it was impossible not to feel flustered. Your eyes flicked to Ambessa’s back, the muscles there flexing as she held Sevika in place, and then to Sevika’s jaw, clenched tightly in frustration.

And then, with a sharp motion, Ambessa threw Sevika to the ground. The impact echoed through the room, but before Sevika could recover, Ambessa straddled her waist, pinning her completely. Her hands pressed into the concrete on either side of Sevika’s head, caging her in.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Ambessa’s gaze was piercing, and Sevika’s was equally defiant, though there was a flicker of something soft beneath her frustration. The proximity between them was almost suffocating, their breaths mingling as they stared each other down.

From your spot on the couch, you felt a pang of jealousy twist in your chest. You hated to admit it, but the sight of them like this: with Ambessa in complete control and Sevika pinned beneath her. You couldn’t deny what it made you feel. You were indecisive, whether you wanted to be in Ambessa’s place or Sevika’s.

Ambessa finally broke the moment, her head turning slightly in your direction. “Darling,” she called, her voice smooth and inviting.

Your heart skipped a beat. She rarely used that tone with you, and when she did, it always made your pulse race. You stood hesitantly, your legs feeling weak as you approached them.

“C’mere,” Ambessa said again, her eyes darkening as she watched you. You obeyed without question, moving closer until you were kneeling beside the two women. Ambessa shifted her attention back to Sevika for a moment, her thumb brushing against Sevika’s jawline before she finally let go of her. Sevika sat up slightly, her breathing still heavy as she stared at Ambessa, her lips parted as though she wanted to a near whisper. "Do you want her?"

The question hit you like a shit ton of bricks. Your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head. "What? No, I-"

Ambessa tilted her head, a faint smirk playing at her lips. "Come on. there’s no need lie," she said, her voice soft but dangerous. "I've seen the way you look at her."

It’s true i-" you started, but your words caught in your throat as Ambessa leaned closer, her hand coming up to cup your chin.

"You can deny it all you want," she murmured, her thumb brushing against your lower lip. "But I already know the truth." Behind her, Sevika shifted, her eyes narrowing as she watched the interaction. Her gaze flicked between you and Ambessa, her jaw tightening as though she was trying to figure out what to make of the situation.

Ambessa's lips curved into a knowing smile as she let go of your chin, her hand moving to rest on your shoulder instead. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," she said, her tone almost teasing now. "Desire is a natural thing."

You felt your cheeks heat up, unsure of how to respond. Ambessa's gaze was unrelenting, and the weight of both her and Sevika's attention made your head spin.

"Still," Ambessa continued, her voice taking on a more serious edge, "you should know where your loyalties lie." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded slowly. With the inability to tear your eyes away from her. The room was silent for a moment, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Sevika finally stood, brushing herself off and crossing her arms over her chest as she stared down at the two of you.

Ambessa smirked, leaning back slightly but still keeping her hand on your shoulder. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she said, her tone dripping with confidence.

As the two women exchanged another charged look, you couldn't help but feel caught in the middle of something bigger than yourself. And yet, you didn't want to be anywhere else.

Ambessa stood there, towering over both you and Sevika, her sharp gaze locked on Sevika's defiant stance. The tension between them was thick, electric, but then something shifted in Ambessa's expression. A sly smirk curved her lips, and before anyone could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Sevika's.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was intense, fiery, and utterly captivating. Sevika's eyes widened in surprise at first, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she matched Ambessa's energy, their mouths moving against each other with such a desire that made your heart pound. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. The sound of their labored breaths and the faint growls of dominance filled the room. They kissed as if they were trying to conquer one another, neither willing to back down. Sevika's hand shot up, gripping the back of Ambessa's neck, her fingers curling into her short hair. While Ambessa's large hands found Sevika's waist, pulling her closer.

Your cheeks flushed as you watched, your mind racing. It was undeniably hot. You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly as you continued to observe the exchange.

Ambessa's teeth caught Sevika's lower lip, tugging it slightly before she pulled back just enough to smirk. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice husky and breathless.

"Not even close," Sevika growled, surging forward to capture her lips again, this time with even more hunger.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. The two women before you were locked in a battle of dominance, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it was hard to see where one ended and the other began. The red light from the room cast their silhouettes in an almost ethereal glow, accentuating the muscles in their arms and shoulders as they held each other.

You felt a pang of longing in your chest, wishing you could be part of that. Your eyes drifted to Sevika's lips. You imagined her pressing her lips against your neck. And then your gaze moved to Ambessa's hands, the thought of them holding you like that making your stomach flip.

You didn't realize you were pouting until Ambessa pulled back slightly from Sevika, her eyes flicking toward you. She chuckled lowly, her voice thick with amusement. "What's wrong, darling?" she teased, the pet name rolling off her tongue like silk.

You quickly looked away, embarrassed that she'd caught you. "Nothing," you muttered, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

"Nothing, hm?" Ambessa stepped closer, leaving Sevika standing there looking both frustrated and dazed. She reached out, her hand brushing lightly against your cheek before trailing down to rest against your back. "I don't think I believe you."

Sevika, still breathing heavily, smirked as she noticed your reaction. "Looks like someone wants in on the fun," she said, her tone teasing but her eyes were dark. Your heart skipped a beat as Ambessa's hand pressed more firmly against your back, guiding you to your feet. "Join us.” she commanded softly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for only a moment before obeying, letting her lead you exactly where you wanted to be. Right inbetween the two of them. Her hand stayed firm against your back, her touch grounding yet electrifying.

"You've been watching like you want something," Ambessa murmured, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "Well?"

"I..." You trailed off, unsure of how to put into words the mix of desire and anticipation swirling inside you.

"Shy now?" Sevika teased, stepping closer until her chest was nearly brushing against your back. She reached out, her calloused fingers tilting your chin up so you had to look at her. "Don't be."

The proximity of both women was overwhelming, their sheer size making you feel small and delicate in comparison. Ambessa's hands slid down to your hips, pulling you flush against her chest while Sevika's fingers trailed along your jawline.

"You're trembling," Ambessa noted with a smirk, her voice a low rumble against your back. "Are we making you nervous, darling?"

"I-i’m not nervous," you managed to say, though your voice betrayed you.

Ambessa chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and into your body. "Good," she said. "Because we're just getting started."

Before you could respond, Ambessa leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both commanding and intoxicating. Her hands tightened on your hips, holding you firmly against her as her lips moved against yours with expert precision.

You barely had time to process the kiss before Sevika's lips found the curve of your neck, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The combination of their touches was almost too much to handle, and yet you craved more.

Ambessa pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she looked down at you. "Sevika," she said, her tone carrying a hint of command.

Sevika hummed in response, her lips still pressed against your neck.

"I think you want more," Ambessa said, a mischievous glint in her eye as she looked between you and Sevika.

Sevika smirked, her hand coming up to cup your cheek as she pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. "Then we shouldn't disappoint," she said, her voice low and full of promise.

As they both closed in on you, you couldn't help but feel excitement. Being caught between these two powerful women, their attention focused entirely on you, was a dream come true. And as their lips and hands began explored every inch of your body, you couldn’t resist.

part two?

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[infinitewhore]

OMG sevika x reader who fills in for silco after he dies?? 🤍 but sevika is oddly shocked at her kindness—

Sevika's boss ꩜

i absolutely love this idea ! sevika pledging her loyalty to you whilst you pledge yours to her !! so this is how you met + how you treat her on the job.. and off (i fear silco didnt provide a safe work environment)

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Zaun needed a new leader, and you just so happened to be the second in line to the throne.

You had the option to throw Sevika out if you really wanted a different right hand man. But in your opinion, if she worked for SIlco; she would work for you.

You'd never met her before, only heard the things that Zaunites whispered about her on the street

" She took on three men at the last drop yesterday. I think Silco put her up to it. "

" The way she looked at me made me think I was going to meet my end. "

Silco was no gentle ruler, he was strong and fierce. You could only imagine how he treated his goons, and and only Gods know how he treated Sevika.

You sat in his office chair, displeased with the scattered papers on his desk and the old whiskey in a glass that now smelled rank.

You had called her in to have a chat, so that you knew who you were really working with. Not knowing what to expect; you watched as the door creaked open and you nervously drew in a quick breath.

In walked a tall woman, definitely over 6', obviously muscular with one prosthetic arm. Your eyes traveled up to her face, and now you knew why everyone talked about her gaze. It was steely and almost frightening. She looked you up and down with something in her eyes that you couldn't place. Her skin was littered with scars, the biggest one was smack dab across her cheek. How intimidating.

You spoke to her, firmly but gently, "As you know, I'm taking over for Silco until things can be.. sorted out-"

She cut you off with a brisk, "Get to the point."

You eyed her full lips as she said this, the gap between her teeth was more prominent when she spoke. Not to mention her husky voice, she sounded tired but with still a hint of determination.

"I'm not demoting you or anything, just so you know," you spoke while raising an eyebrow at her, "I just wanted to get to know you before I start ordering you around, y'know?"

She narrowed her eyes at this statement. Its obvious she expected you to immediately ask her to do things for you the way she did for her former boss. Always running around the city cleaning up his mess, fighting his battles. But no. You weren't Silco. There was something different in the air around you.

Now that you've officially met its time to put this girl to work !!

She was almost always available. This concerned you. If you asked for her presence she would be there within minutes. It was like she was waiting for you at the door 24/7.

This made you bring up off days to her, "You know, if you ever need time off or anything don't hesitate to ask me. I don't bite"

She was confused at your willingness to let her do nothing but sit around while you did the work. And even after you said this she never asked to be called off.

"Okay, you know what. If you're injured after a mission don't even think. About trying to leave your house," You called her in to run some errands but what she didn't tell you is that she got stabbed roughly in her side the night before.

This made her angry, did you think she was weak? You're making her take a break because she didn't do her job good enough for you? Trying to cut her pay by putting her out of work?

But no, surprisingly in the next few days you sent her out again, and when she came back you slid a hefty bag of coins her way. She questioned your ways but she wasn't complaining.

You tried never ask absurd or unnecessary things of her. If you needed to talk with someone in the city you would go down and do it yourself. She caught you out one day, talking to a shop owner about prices.

"Why the hell are you out without me."

You turned around to meet her eyes (also having to crain your neck to look up at her.) "Well, I don't need a body guard to walk around you know that right?" You said, tilting your head to the side.

She drug her hand over her face at this, "You could have asked me to do it for you, I'm free. Plus don't you know anyone could be trying to get at you? Are you an idiot?"

"I can handle myself Sevika. But if you're soo worried about me ill let you come next time," You teased before turning around to speak to the owner again.

She grumbled to herself before taking a seat in one of the old chairs behind you and crossing her arms. If you didn't know any better you would think a small embarrassed blush kissed her cheeks.

When you walked around in the streets with you she always walked behind you, looming over your shoulder. Sometimes you thought she would start barking if anyone came up to you. You slowed down a bit to match her pace before latching onto her arm.

Her body tensed at your touched and she looked down at you, though you didn't meet her gaze as you continued looking forward. The neon lights illuminating the angles of your face. She shook her head at your willingness to touch her, but didn't comment on it.

You felt the flex of her bicep when she tensed up at your fingers. Her arm was hot under your touch and you could feel the scars that littered her skin.

This became routine, when Sevika walked you home late at night she would get comfortable enough to drape her arm around your shoulder, her poncho sheltering you from the cold.

And yes, she started walking you home at night because she stayed in your office to keep you company whilst you did paperwork into the late hours. Saying, "Its the least I could do since you don't let me do it for you."

Lighting a cigarillo she sat on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table. The smoke wafted from her position to your nose, the smell oddly comforting.

When you groaned and dropped your head into your hands it was her queue to get up and pull your chair out from your desk.

"Its too late, you should get home."

Sometimes you'd fall asleep in at your desk, but this was no problem. Sevika would pick you up, gently as to not disturb you and carry you to your home. And she was careful to walk through quieter places in the city so that the hustle and bustle of people didn't wake you.

And yes she tucks you in.

If you really insisted on staying to do paperwork she would grumble a few curses but stay anyway.

You were starting to grow on her. Maybe being cuter than Silco gave you some brownie points.

thank you for reading ! if you sent an ask in the past few days, don't worry, I'm getting to them all :) I appreciate all the support !! ♡♡

[infinitewhore]

just want to eat her out so bad and fuck her so good she cries :(

AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS AND MEN DNI

you have her legs hooked over your shoulders, your hands wrapped around her thick thighs while you bury your face in between them, messily and hungrily lapping at her wet pussy.

her flesh hand rested on your head, guiding you where she wanted. you were practically making out with her cunt as you dipped your tongue into her wet heat, making obscene slurping noises as you devour her.

the hand on your head was accompanied by soft moans falling from sevika's lips. her head fell back against the pillows and her back arched ever so slightly off the bed as your tongue licked a long stripe up her cunt.

everytime she moaned, you were reminded of how you're the only one who gets to hear her like this. who gets to see her like this. who get to make her feel this good. who she's most comfortable with. to you it was the most rewarding thing that could happen, to know she feels safe enough with you to let you have control.

and to sevika it was daunting but....also relaxing. to finally let someone else take that control, someone else who she loves more than anything, trusts more than anything. she never thought she would find someone who made her feel safe.

you flicked your tongue over her neglected swollen clit a few times, watching her body twitch with every movement you made before finally wrapping your lips around her. you sucked and licked at her gently, not wanting to let her cum just yet.

you looked back up at her and just watched her. how her beautiful grey eyes rolled back everytime you sucked on her clit. how her hair was all messy and falling in her face. how her mouth hung open, only moans and strings of curses leaving her.

it wasn't until her hips started moving against you, her curly patch of hair tickling your nose whenever she moved, almost fucking your face.

and you let her. you stuck your tongue out and she immediately started to grind against it, making you moan against her. the hand on your head kept you in place as her arousal coated your mouth.

your own cunt throbbed, making you want to reach down and shove two fingers inside of yourself as your girlfriend fucked your face but you resisted.

sevika squirmed and trembled, her mech hand gripping the sheets beside her, getting closer and closer to the edge but again, you didn't want her cumming just yet so you reluctantly pulled off her, hearing her whine in response. the bottom of your face was soaked as you kissed her inner thighs and gently removed her legs from your shoulders.

you sat up and captured her soft lips. your thigh unintentionally connected with her core and she tried to rub her clit against it but you pulled back. you made her stay put on the bed while got up to grab the strap and secure it on your hips, not wanting her to lift a finger.

you got back onto the bed and between her spread legs. you took the strap and slid it between her wet folds and let it align with her slick entrace while running your hand up her chest, feeling her hard abs under your hand that are slick with sweat.

"so pretty." you whispered as you lean down to kiss the scars that scattered across her body and slowly traced them up to her neck with your tongue while you slid into her easily, feeling her shiver underneath you.

you went slow, letting her feel every inch of you as you bottomed out, watching your strap slide in and out of her, the way her cunt was wrapped around you, feeling yourself grow more and more wet at the sight of her. the strap was already covered in her arousal as you continued to fuck her.

your cunt throbbed harder the longer you fucked her to the point it almost hurt. there was just something so hot about the big scary lady of zaun trembling underneath you, moaning out your name over and over and already begging you to fuck her harder and fuck her faster.

"does it feel good?"

"y-yes yes, it feels so fucking good."

"then why would I want to go harder and let this be over so soon?"

sevika opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out, only soft moans and heavy breathing.

"but I guess since you've been so good for me," you started, punctuating your sentence with one hard thrust, making sevika gasp. "and since I want to hear more of those pretty sounds you make." and finally, much to sevika's liking, you started fucking her like she asked.

"mhm, how's that, baby?"

"oh fuck! thank you thank you thank-" her sentence was cut short and replaced with a guttural moan when you slammed your hips back into her even harder. her back arched off the bed and you leaned down to kiss the center of her chest and started to fuck her repeatedly.

the wet squelching sounds and desperate moans filled your ears as you filled her cunt with your strap over and over, fucking her faster as you felt the strap rubbing against your clit. you were sure you felt your own arousal drip down your thigh.

"fuck, you feel so good." you moaned.

sevika's mouth was working faster than her brain at the moment so before she could think, "cum inside me, please" was coming out of her mouth.

you almost stopped what you were doing completely, being thrown off guard. that was new coming from sevika. normally it was the other way around.

you leaned down and rested your forhead against hers, still fucking her. "you want me to cum inside you, sev?"

she looked quite embarrassed at what she had said and turned her head to the side but you took her chin and turned her back towards you where she slowly nodded her head. you, however, thought it was one of the hottest things she's ever said to you. you made a mental note that yeah, you're definitely gonna be getting a squirming strap in the very near future.

you were basically fucking her into the mattress now. "want me to fill you up?"

"please." sevika said, almost whispering it. you knew she was getting really close.

"such a pretty cunt for me to cum inside of." you gripped her hips and slammed back into her, feeling yourself tip over that sweet edge. "shit, I'm cumming!

sevika didn't have to announce that she was cumming. her body trembling, her eyes rolling behind her eyelids, how the dark purple strap nearly turned white and the string of curses leaving her mouth was more than enough to tell you.

she reached out and wrapped her arm around you, bringing you closer to her as you fucked her through her orgasm, gripping onto your back as you did. she shoved her face into the crook of your neck and she slowly caught her breath.

you could feel your neck become damp and you moved so you could see her. you cupped her scarred cheek and ran your thumb over the tears that had fallen. you pecked her lips then sat up to remove the strap from both her and your hips.

you would get cleaned up later, right now you just laid down beside her and let her cuddle to your chest, kissing the top of her head, running your fingers through her hair and occasionally scratching her back.

[infinitewhore]

hello! just read your sevika works and WOW, I love the way you write her so much!

whenever you have time could you dabble in some sort sevika? something like; having a bath together, or just bathing her, and she ends up crying because she's never felt anything like this before, ty!! ❤️❤️

OH. MY. GOD. FIRST OF ALL??? THANK YOU??? You have no idea how much that means to me 😭😭 Sevika stans are elite, I don’t make the rules. Second of all, yes, I will absolutely dabble in this for you because the image of Sevika just breaking down in a tub is so real that I had to write it out-

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Okay, so picture this:

Sevika’s never been one for softness, right? Like, she’s all sharp edges, clenched fists, and an unshakable poker face that screams, “Don’t even think about it.” But somewhere along the line, you weaseled your way into her heart (as one does), and now you’re in her life, showing her what it’s like to actually let someone take care of her.

So, you convince her to let you help her clean up after another long day of getting her hands dirty for Silco’s operations. She’s stiff at first, sitting in the tub with her back straight like she’s on a battlefield instead of in a warm bath. You gently pull her mechanical arm off (and she HATES letting people do that for her, but for you? She just grumbles and lets it happen).

You grab a sponge, lather it up with soap that smells way too nice for someone as rugged as her (but she secretly loves it), and start washing her back. You’re so careful around her scars, like you’re afraid of hurting her, and that’s when she starts to lose it. Her shoulders tense, and she tries to keep up the tough act, but then you start running your fingers through her hair to rinse out the grime, and—boom. Waterworks.

She doesn’t even know why she’s crying at first, but she just leans forward, her hands covering her face as her chest heaves with these messy, gut-wrenching sobs. And you’re just THERE, holding her head against your chest and murmuring things like, “You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

It hits her all at once: no one’s ever treated her like this before. Like she’s worth this kind of care, this kind of tenderness. She’s always been the one cleaning up other people’s messes—patching them up, fighting their battles. She’s never had anyone do it for her. And now she doesn’t know how to handle it.

When she finally calms down, her voice is so raspy and low when she mutters, “I don’t deserve this.” But you just shush her and kiss her temple, promising that she’s more than earned it, and she just… sits there in the bath, letting herself believe it for the first time in her life.

TL;DR: Sevika’s a big, tough baby who cries the second you show her the tiniest bit of unconditional love, and honestly, same. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[infinitewhore]

kissing headcanons / arcane women x fem! reader

summary: headcanons for what kissing arcane women would be like.

characters included: jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest.

tags/warnings: fluff, mentions of making out, mentions of poor mental health. could be suggestive in some spots.

jinx;

✧.* jinx is a very playful and spontaneous kisser. she’ll cut you off in the middle of a sentence just because she couldn’t resist, your lips are right there after all.

✧.* there’ll also be times she’ll just swing a leg over to sit in your lap and begin kissing you without warning. jinx is honestly the human embodiment of free will. if she wants a kiss, she’s gonna get a kiss.

✧.* honestly, it really depends how jinx is feeling when it comes to her kisses. when she’s happy to see you, she’ll leave a trail of kisses all over your face before ending on your lips. when she’s tired and feeling relaxed, her lips will softly brush yours as she hums.

✧.* when she’s upset or on the verge of an episode, she’ll kiss you deeply, hands firmly grabbing your top or shoulders just so she can be reassured that you’re actually there.

✧.* morning kisses with jinx. she’s usually up before you are, and most of the time, she’ll let you sleep. there is the odd occasion though where she’ll decide it’s too long of a wait, and she’ll wake you up by peppering kisses all over your face, giggling the whole time.

✧.* “g’mornin’ toots! i didn’t wake ya up, did i? oh, oops!”

✧.* there’s also the times when jinx wants to go slow. it’s not very often, usually preferring to plant her lips onto yours boldly. but there will be times when her lips gently capture yours, her tongue gently prodding at your lips for entrance. she savors these.

✧.* jinx loves when you brush her bangs to the side and kiss her forehead. it makes her freeze up for just a second every time, before she becomes visibly flushed (which is a rare occurrence.) she’ll deny it until she’s out of breath, but you think you’ve cracked the code.

✧.* “wh- i am not blushing! stop it!”

✧.* she doesn’t really talk during kisses, preferring to be present in the moment. she will tell you, very boldly, how much she wants to kiss you, though.

✧.* “can i get a kiss from my pretty girl? pleeeeaaase?”

vi;

✧.* vi is rough the majority of the time. she’ll thread her fingers through your hair or tug on your top, crashing her lips into yours desperately.

✧.* still, she can be soft when she wants to. usually when vi is physically exhausted, all she wants is to be close to you. she’ll gently place her calloused hands on your shoulders, leaning in ever so slowly to capture your lips in a kiss.

✧.* “mhm.. i’m fine, baby. just tired. i missed this.”

✧.* hair was briefly mentioned, but please put your hands in vi’s hair when kissing her. she will positively melt. putty in your hands.

✧.* as i’ve previously mentioned, vi isn’t the best at communicating her emotions, but she’ll kiss you to take the edge off. it’s a temporary stress relief, isn’t it? and she gets to be close to you. a win-win.

✧.* vi has been clearly upset or stressed more than once, trying to figure out how to verbalize those feelings before she just gives up and kisses you, putting her full body weight into it.

✧.* you can, at times, taste a bit of whisky while kissing vi. it’s one of the things that make her so unique, that smell coming off her just the slightest bit.

✧.* vi loves to hold you close to her while kissing. she’ll hold you flush to her chest, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your hip. it makes her feel more secure, being so close to you.

✧.* vi loves to talk to you while kissing. little ‘i love you so fuckin much’s and ‘you’re perfect’ whispered against your lips, her voice low and smooth.

✧.* “look at you, just wanna kiss you so bad…”

✧.* vi would absolutely love if you kiss her wounds ‘better’ after patching her up. she’d act like it’s stupid and childish and she doesn’t like it, but you can see right through that.

✧.* it probably sounds weird, but i think vi would sometimes have her eyes slightly open while kissing you. yes, it’s a bit awkward, but she just wants to see you.

mel;

✧.* god help you, mel adores kissing. kissing, kissing, kissing.

✧.* if you like that, perfect! if not, too bad. and she’ll probably take it personally.

✧.* mel doesn’t do pda, but the second she has you behind closed doors, she’s ushering you to sit down so she can finally get her lips on yours.

✧.* mel will kiss your knuckles, she’ll kiss your temple, kiss you upon greeting and parting with you.

✧.* although as mentioned, mel doesn’t do pda, if there’s a time at a gala or conference where she’s simply overcome with the urge to kiss you, she’ll grab your wrist without warning to drag you into the next room and desperately kiss you.

✧.* “hush, they don’t matter. i just need to be with you right now.”

✧.* this woman needs no excuses, she just loves you so much and craves that contact.

✧.* you already know mel would leave so many lipstick marks on you. of course, if you’re going out, she’ll scramble to grab a rag and wipe the stains off your skin. but if it’s just the two of you for a while, she’d adore you wearing the marks for a little bit.

✧.* “you look just darling like that. who would’ve thought my lipstick would look so good on you?” she teases with a cheeky smile.

✧.* mel loves to take kissing slow. she doesn’t particularly care for chaste or brief kisses. she wants to take her time with you, enjoy you while you’re here.

✧.* so don’t rush her. if she feels like you’re trying to go too fast, she’ll let you know as much.

✧.* won’t talk during kisses, but she’ll lightly chuckle and hum into them. mel will make little noises to let you know that she’s enjoying herself.

sevika;

✧.* sevika is surprisingly pretty gentle most of the time. with you, the one she loves, she doesn’t want to hurt you. that’s not to say she won’t accidentally manhandle you, she’s very strong, after all.

✧.* of course, she can be rough when she’s feeling like it, and if you ask her to be a little more harsh, it’s like a switch flips.

✧.* sevika is a busy woman, so she doesn’t always have a lot of time to be attentive to you. when she does, though, believe she’s savoring every moment.

✧.* “i waited for this all day, yeah? come here.” she’d say, patting her thigh.

✧.* please sit in her lap. not only does sevika love holding you in general, but having you in her lap while kissing her will have her on cloud nine.

✧.* sevika will have one hand holding the back of your neck, her mechanical hand wrapped flush around your waist to keep you close to her, pressing long, hungry kisses to your lips.

✧.* on the flip side, sevika will lay beside you, her eyelids heavy of sleep and a calloused hand gently cupping your cheek. she’d lift your chin up to softly kiss you, letting out a relaxed sigh through her nose.

✧.* sevika not only talks to you while kissing you, but teases you.

✧.* “you’re this desperate for a little kiss, eh?” and “patience, hun. don’t worry your pretty little head, i’ll give you more.”

✧.* sevika just likes to see your cute reactions. whether that’s your eyes widening, your breath hitching, or you averting your gaze to try and hide your expression.

✧.* the latter of which, she won’t tolerate. she’d grab your chin and turn your face back to her. sevika wants to see you.

✧.* sevika would melt if you kissed her hands. she doesn’t know why, but it just feels so tender to her.

caitlyn;

✧.* she prefers long, lingering kisses. caitlyn usually does prefer to be in control while kissing you, though.

✧.* caitlyn will mostly only give you short kisses when upon greeting you and parting with you. otherwise, she likes to take her time with you.

✧.* call her pretty while kissing her. not only will it cause her to press into you further, but it gives her a good ego boost.

✧.* “caitlyn, you’re so beautiful, you know th-“ you mutter, before you’re cut off by caitlyn’s plush lips on yours.

✧.* caitlyn likes to have her hands on your waist while kissing you. there’s no particular rhyme or reason why, she just has her hands there. it also allows her to move you freely if she so wishes.

✧.* she’s a busy woman, but constantly stressed and has so much tension built up. poor girl, her shoulders and jaw are always so tense. but you’ve figured out that kissing you is a huge help when it comes to caitlyn releasing tension.

✧.* caitlyn would come home, visibly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to get some rest. before she opts to get ready for bed, though, she’ll come up behind you, turn you around, and begin slowly kissing you. kissing up your neck, landing on your lips and savoring the moment.

✧.* “long day, dear. forgive me if i was too forward.”

✧.* she’s not sorry at all, just trying to talk to you.

✧.* caitlyn is used to getting what she wants. of course she’ll never overstep your boundaries or do anything that would make you uncomfortable, but she’s very convincing. even if you’re not sure sneaking away from a council meeting to be swept off your feet by your girlfriend is a good idea, caitlyn has a way of looking at you. a look that says, ‘just trust me.’

✧.* caitlyn’s lips are very soft, and you can almost always taste some kind of strawberry or vanilla chapstick whilst kissing her.

✧.* caitlyn is also a big charmer. she’ll bring your knuckles to her lips, gently kissing them while looking you directly in the eyes.

✧.* “a charmer? you’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

lest

✧.* lest is also somebody who likes to take her time. it’s rare that she gets time to herself these days, so every moment she does get with her beloved, she wants to take full advantage of.

✧.* lest absolutely purrs into kisses. quite literally. you can tell that she’s enjoying herself because her lips will be on yours, both hands gently grasping your cheeks as she purrs deeply. it’s adorable, honestly.

✧.* she’s rather serious and stern on the surface, but you get to see the more playful side of her. lest purposely leaving lipstick marks on your face while wearing a smirk, giggling into kisses…

✧.* lest absolutely knows her way around relationships and kissing, so she’ll tell you exactly how she wants you to kiss her without fear.

✧.* “hold my shoulders. yes, love, like that. a kiss, then?”

✧.* lest would definitely take her scarf off just so she can use it to pull you into kisses. she finds your surprised reactions adorable, and the more you get used to it, the more she loves it. she’s grown to associate that scarf with you.

✧.* she likes to talk to you while kissing, as well. her voice is so low and soothing, it’s like you’re under a spell every time she opens her mouth.

✧.* “you’re beautiful… oh, stop. you flatter me. i’ll have to shut you up then, i suppose.”

✧.* lest doesn’t really have a preference as to control. she initiated the first few kisses, but she’ll gladly let you initiate them and take control every now and again. it’s nice to let go and relax, she trusts you.

✧.* sleepy kisses with lest. her job takes a lot out of her, being with customers all day, she’s usually drained by the time she’s finished. but nothing completes her day like crawling into bed with you, trailing kisses up your jawline and hearing your satisfied hums.

[infinitewhore]

SINK INTO ME

Sevika x f!reader

Summary: After a long tiring day for Sevika, you had convinced her to relax by taking a bubble bath with you. In the process, you planned on nurturing your girlfriend with love, sharing a close moment that showed just how much you loved eachother.

The cramped apartment was quiet, save for the faint sound of water filling the old, clawfoot tub. Steam curled around the edges of the small bathroom, fogging the mirror and wrapping the room in a cocoon of warmth. The hum of Zaun outside was a distant buzz, locked away behind bolted windows and rusted walls. Tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, it was just you and Sevika.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this,” Sevika muttered, her gravelly voice softened by exhaustion as she sat on the edge of the tub. Her metal arm rested on her thigh, the usual tension in her shoulders slightly eased by the promise of what was to come.

You smiled, kneeling beside her as you tested the water temperature. “Because you’ve been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, and if I leave you alone, you’ll work yourself into an early grave.” You tilted your head, your voice turning teasing. “Also, because you love me and can’t say no when I ask nicely.”

A low chuckle rumbled from her chest, and she smirked at you, the edges of her mouth tugging up in that familiar, lopsided way. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of things,” you shot back, standing to your feet and placing a hand on her broad shoulder. “Come on. In the tub.”

Sevika sighed, muttering something under her breath about your persistence, but she obeyed. She stood, her towering frame moving with the slow, deliberate ease of someone nursing old injuries, and began peeling off her clothes.

You couldn’t help but watch, admiring the way her muscles flexed beneath her scarred skin. Despite her gruff exterior, Sevika always moved with a natural grace, even when she was tired.

Once she was undressed, she stepped into the tub, settling into the water with a contented groan as the heat soothed her sore muscles. She leaned her head back against the rim, eyes fluttering shut. “Alright, your turn,” she murmured without opening her eyes. “Get in here before the water gets cold.”

You slipped off your clothes and climbed in carefully, letting the warm water envelop you as you straddled Sevika’s lap. Her strong hands instinctively found your hips, steadying you as you settled against her.

“You’re like a little furnace,” you teased, tracing a finger along the lines of her shoulder.

She huffed a laugh, opening one eye to glance at you. “And you’re the one who wanted to do this. So, what now?”

“Now,” you said softly, reaching for one of the bottles of soap you’d brought, “I take care of you.”

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You worked slowly, deliberately, lathering the fragrant soap in your hands before smoothing it over Sevika’s skin. Her shoulders were broad beneath your palms, taut with tension that she refused to acknowledge. You kneaded gently, fingers working over knots as you whispered soothing words.

“Relax, Sev,” you murmured, leaning in to press a featherlight kiss to her jaw. “You deserve this.”

Her hands gripped your thighs lightly under the water, her touch a grounding presence. “It’s hard to relax when you’re this close,” she muttered, though there was no bite in her words.

You chuckled, running your soapy hands along her arms, careful as you worked around the intricate mechanics of her prosthetic. “That sounds like a you problem,” you teased, leaning back to grab the small bucket you’d brought. “Tilt your head back for me.”

She obeyed, tilting her head back and exposing her neck as you poured warm water over her hair. Her dark, wet strands clung to her skin once she had permission to tilt her head forward, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through them, marveling at how soft they were when free of the grime and sweat of the day.

You massaged her scalp with careful precision, your nails scratching gently as you worked in more soap. Sevika let out a low hum, the sound reverberating through her chest. “I could get used to this,” she murmured, her voice thick with contentment.

“You’d better,” you replied, rinsing her hair with another pour of warm water. “Because I plan on doing this as often as you let me.”

She chuckled softly, tilting her head back to look up at you. Her steel-gray eyes were softer now, the usual guardedness replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smiled, leaning down to brush a wet kiss against her lips. “Someone has to be.”

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You took your time, cleaning every inch of her with a tenderness that made Sevika’s chest ache. She wasn’t used to this—to someone touching her without expectation, to someone giving without taking. But you did it effortlessly, your hands moving with a care that made her feel seen in a way she rarely allowed herself to be.

When you were finished, you sat back on her lap, your fingers tracing idle patterns over her chest. Her hands rested on your waist, her thumb brushing small circles against your skin.

“You alright?” you asked softly, tilting your head to meet her gaze.

She nodded, her lips tugging into a faint smile. “Better than alright.”

You smiled back, leaning in to kiss her again—deeper this time, your lips lingering against hers. The warmth of the water and the softness of the moment made everything else fade away, until it was just the two of you.

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By the time you’d both climbed out of the tub, the bathroom was a humid haze. You grabbed a towel and began drying Sevika off, your touch gentle as you ran the fabric over her arms and shoulders.

“You don’t have to fuss,” she said, though she made no move to stop you.

“I’m not fussing,” you replied, wrapping the towel around her waist. “I’m being thorough.”

Once she was dry, she grabbed a fresh towel and turned the tables, wrapping it around you and pulling you close. Her rough hands moved with surprising gentleness as she dried your hair, her smirk widening when you leaned into her touch.

“I could get used to this, too,” you murmured, looking up at her with a mischievous smile.

“What, bossing me around in the tub?” she teased, but her tone was warm.

“That,” you said, reaching for her shirt on the counter, “and wearing your clothes.”

She raised an eyebrow as you pulled the oversized shirt over your head, the fabric swallowing your smaller frame. “You just like stealing my stuff.”

“Maybe,” you admitted, twirling playfully. “But I like how it smells like you.”

Sevika rolled her eyes, but the faint blush dusting her cheeks betrayed her. She pulled you into her arms, her chin resting on top of your head.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she said, her voice low and teasing.

You grinned, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “I know.”

“I’m the luckiest person in the world to be dating such a woman like you, Vika.”

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