#arcane x reader

[voxslays]

I’ve been doing this wayyyyyy too often lately…PLEASE SEND HELP

[scftangl]

Me, getting distracted for a moment in just in smut and now I don't know what position they are in:

[hy6erion]

Hey just so you know I'm in love with your writing and it's just so JSHDUEHEUFHEMWAH.

I. Don't know if this is allowed. But I wanted to know if you could write like, poly! Jayvik and reader where reader has just been like. Fucked stupid. No thoughts head empty. And aftercare if you please 🥹

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 (𝐝𝐮𝐡), 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞/𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 + 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

The room is sweltering. The sheets are damp, clinging to your overheated skin, the air thick with the scent of sex—heady, intoxicating. Every breath you take is labored, broken with little whimpers and gasps as you’re sandwiched between them, caught in the push and pull of pleasure that never seems to end.

Jayce is on top of you, his massive frame caging you in, pressing you deep into the mattress as he fucks into you with slow, deep thrusts. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, keeping you spread wide for him. Every roll of his hips has his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside you, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“So fucking good” he groans, voice thick with arousal. His dark eyes are locked onto where your bodies meet, watching the way his cock disappears inside you over and over again, the way you suck him in so greedily. “Taking me so well, baby. Fuck—like you were made for this.”

Behind you, Viktor’s presence is just as overwhelming. He’s pressed flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear, his hands never still. His fingers trace over your sweat-slick skin, mapping every shiver, every twitch. One hand is curled around your throat, just firm enough to keep you grounded, while the other toys with your aching clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that have you shaking in Jayce’s hold.

“You are so beautiful like this” Viktor murmurs, his voice smooth, velvety, dripping with indulgence. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, dragging his teeth over your skin before licking over the mark, soothing it. “So helpless.”

Jayce groans at his words, his grip tightening on your thighs as his pace stutters for a moment. His eyes flick up, meeting Viktor’s over your trembling body. There’s something heated in the way they look at each other, something that sends another wave of arousal straight to your core.

Jayce swallows thickly, his voice rough. “You like watching, don’t you?”

Viktor hums, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. “I do.” His fingers press down on your clit, and you wail, your body jolting from the sudden jolt of pleasure. Viktor’s smirk widens. “I love seeing her like this”

Jayce groans, his hips snapping forward harder, his strokes turning rough, desperate. You can feel how much he loves hearing that, how much Viktor’s words fuel him. He’s always been so easy to wind up, so weak when it comes to praise—especially from Viktor.

He leans forward, his hand sliding up Jayce’s chest, fingers curling around the back of his neck, tugging him down—kissing him.

It’s messy, desperate. Their lips part immediately, tongues tangling, breaths heavy, muffled groans swallowed between them. Jayce shudders into it, his cock twitching inside you as he kisses Viktor back just as hungrily, tilting his head, deepening it.

It’s so obscene—so hot—the sight of them kissing above you, Jayce’s hips still rolling into yours, Viktor’s fingers still circling your clit.

It’s too much.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, knocking the breath from your lungs. You convulse between them, your body locking up, back arching as you cry out, a broken sob of pleasure. Your cunt clenches down on Jayce’s cock, squeezing him so tight he chokes on a moan, breaking away from Viktor’s lips.

“Fuck—fuck—” His thrusts turn frantic, erratic, his entire body trembling as he slams in one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go. His cock throbs, hot spurts of cum filling you up, spilling out around his thick length, dripping onto the sheets below.

You’re still shaking, your body twitching with aftershocks, your mind completely blank, floating in a haze of pleasure.

But they’re not done with you yet.

Viktor’s hands are already moving, turning you onto your side, shifting you into his arms now. His fingers trace over the mess between your thighs, collecting the slick mixture of your arousal and Jayce’s cum, spreading it around, pushing some of it back inside you.

“So messy” he murmurs, almost affectionate as he presses a kiss to your temple. “But you like that, don’t you?”

Jayce, still panting, still catching his breath, groans at the sight. His hand finds Viktor’s waist, pulling him in, kissing him again—slower, this time. Deeper. His other hand smooths over your trembling thigh, spreading you open for Viktor.

Viktor chuckles against Jayce’s lips before pulling back, his cock nudging against your entrance, pushing in—slow, deliberate, making you feel every inch as he buries himself inside you.

And just like that, it starts all over again.

⸻

The room is quiet now, save for the slow, steady breathing of the three of you, tangled together in the sheets. The heat of the moment has long since passed, replaced by something softer, warmer—a lingering, unspoken love that settles deep in your bones.

You’re exhausted, completely spent, your body heavy and deliciously sore in the best way. Every inch of you still tingles with the remnants of pleasure, oversensitive and raw, but it’s comforting, grounding. It keeps you tethered to them—to the warmth of Jayce’s broad chest pressed against your side, Viktor’s lean frame curled up against your back, both of them holding you close like they never want to let go.

Jayce is the first to break the silence. He shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look at you, his dark eyes still hazy with exhaustion, but so incredibly soft. His hand comes up, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your face before he leans in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice deep, thick with lingering satisfaction. “You okay?”

You hum softly in response, not quite able to form words yet, and Jayce smiles. God, he looks so lovesick, so unbelievably smitten, like he could spend forever just looking at you.

Viktor chuckles behind you, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along your hip. “She is completely gone,” he muses, amused but so fond. His lips brush against the nape of your neck, lingering there, warm and feather-light. “I cannot say I blame them.”

Jayce grins. “Yeah, we kinda did a number on her?”

His voice is teasing, but there’s something deeply affectionate beneath it. His hand drifts down, smoothing over your side, tracing the curves of your body before he leans in again—another kiss, this time to your cheek, soft and lingering.

Viktor hums, and his own lips find your shoulder, pressing a kiss there, slow and deliberate. Then another one, just a little lower. Then another. It’s like neither of them can stop kissing you, can’t get enough of you even now, after everything.

And it’s so much, all this warmth, this quiet, undemanding love pouring over you in soft caresses and lingering kisses. It makes something in your chest ache, something tender and raw and so full.

Jayce watches Viktor for a moment, his gaze flickering between him and you. Then, with a sleepy grin, he leans over you, capturing Viktor’s lips in a kiss of his own. It’s slow, unhurried—sweet, in a way that makes your heart flutter. Viktor sighs into it, his hand reaching up to cup Jayce’s jaw, pulling him in just a little closer.

The kiss lingers, slow and deep, before Jayce pulls back with a breathless chuckle. “God, I love you,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking over Viktor’s cheek. Then he turns back to you, his expression utterly soft. “Both of you.”

Viktor hums again, his fingers still tracing over your skin, mapping the shape of you like he never wants to forget it. “We know,” he says, amusement lacing his voice. Then, quieter, warmer: “We love you too.”

Jayce beams. He kisses you again, slow and deep, tilting your chin up so he can kiss you properly. His lips are warm, a little chapped but so familiar, so full of affection that it makes your breath hitch.

And then Viktor shifts, pressing up against you from behind, his lips finding your shoulder, then the curve of your neck, then the space just beneath your ear. You shiver at the sensation, utterly surrounded by them, drowning in their warmth, their affection.

Jayce grins against your lips. “Think we can get them to pass out just from kissing alone?”

Viktor laughs, his breath warm against your skin. “It is a worthy experiment.”

And just like that, it continues—the slow, indulgent exchange of kisses, the soft, whispered affections, the gentle hands smoothing over your skin.

By the time exhaustion finally pulls you under, you’re utterly cocooned in them—Viktor’s arms wrapped around your waist, Jayce’s hand cradling the back of your head, their warmth lulling you into the deepest, most peaceful sleep imaginable.

[adieutristana]

of course! thank you for requesting <3

so i lost this request but did get a screenshot. anyways never tone it down! being sassy is not a bad thing!

summary; headcanons of arcane women with a sassy girlfriend.

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

tags/warnings; fluff, maybe some crack?, possibly suggestive in some parts, s2 spoilers, reader is feminine/femme, can’t think of anything else

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx is right there with you- hello season two.

✧.* she never sees your attitude as a problem, frankly. she's usually the one to be told that she has an attitude problem despite never seeing anything wrong with it. why would she see it as a problem?

✧.* but if anyone else were to insinuate that you had an attitude problem, you need to tone it down, any of that, believe that jinx is jumping in and defending you. both with her words and physically.

✧.* "hey, i'd watch what you're saying," she'd bite, right before whipping out her pistol and pressing the cold barrel to some poor guy's neck. jinx isn't bothered by how his eyes widen, he immediately starts trembling or even his blubbered apologies. "she'll talk to you how she wants to talk to you. got that?"

✧.* seriously, though, i think jinx would consider it pretty fun to have a girlfriend just as, if not more sassy than she is. she’s been told to tone it down, to watch her mouth, but you’ve always understood because you’re the exact same way. and that makes it so much more fun.

✧.* sometimes you guys feed off each other, and jinx finds it one of her pastimes. she's always had a smart mouth, especially when it comes to her sister, randoms in zaun, and topsiders. could you imagine sassing them together? incredible.

✧.* "fancy topsider here- that top's outta season, you know?" you'd giggle, playfully elbowing jinx in the process. it'd earn a laugh from her, though a grimace from said topsider. "i know. you guys are all high and mighty but can't even follow your own rules? please. i could do better tying together yarn."

✧.* and then there's times where someone's getting under your skin, you say something witty back, and she finds herself falling for you all over again. something about a girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind and is confident.. it's so attractive to jinx.

✧.* the fact that you're so confident, you don't give a shit how others perceive you, it's just amazing to her! she loves that you're so sure of yourself and you're not afraid to ruffle some feathers if need be. you're just expressing yourself in the way that works best for you!

✧.* "jeez, toots, do you have any idea how hot that was?" she'd grin, slinging an arm around you and pulling you in close to her side, her lips landing on your cheek in a wet kiss. "all i did was stand up to some dickhead." "still, that was hot! agh, you should've seen yourself!"

✧.* jinx also really loves that you're not afraid of how she perceives you, even though you're in a relationship. jinx is used to people being afraid of her, willing to do anything they can to avoid crossing paths with her. they'll lower their voices around her and try to say things they know will keep them on their good side- but not you.

✧.* and if anything? she finds that intriguing. because she knows you'd never be rude to her or sass her necessarily, but the way you're so confident around her knowing her reputation has her falling deeper and deeper.

✧.* like.. you could just be talking to jinx about something so mundane, and the way you hold your chin up and the tone you use would make her want to jump you and kiss you senseless.

vi;

✧.* are you kidding?? vi would find it so, so attractive! don't know who here has heard of the stereotype of 'femmes with attitude problems' but that's basically what i got from this request, and my god does vi love it. you're not afraid to mouth someone off in a pretty skirt, and that does something to her!

✧.* you could be talking off someone who's annoying you, your tone one that people would usually reprimand all while holding your chin up high, and it would leave vi feeling weak.

✧.* would she want you to be like that to her? depends on the context, usually not- behind closed doors after hours, sure. but gods, just seeing you with your brows furrowed, tossing your hair and crossing your arms while mouthing someone off is just incredible to vi.

✧.* she doesn’t see it as a problem the way she knows others might. while vi sees how it could be a problem, with the way you get yourself into situations with respected figures, she still thinks it’s a good thing.

✧.* vi loves that you’re confident. loves that you’re sure of yourself, and you don’t care what others think of you. she’s confident in her own ways as well- the brawl, the strength. the way she’s built herself out of seemingly nothing. but it’s different when it comes to you.

✧.* vi isn't exactly shy, but she's the more quiet and calm of you. and she likes to have that balance- the one who stays out of the way for the most part, and the one who isn't afraid to cause a stir. the confident one. you bring out each other's strengths and compliment each other.

✧.* “and then, i told him his mother was probably so disappointed when she’d seen how he turned out! and all he had to tell me was to watch my tone. can you believe it?” you’d ask, scoffing with your arms crossed over your chest. “no,” vi would shrug, though she’s honestly too awestruck to form meaningful sentences. “but you handled him well, if that’s all he had to say.”

✧.* vi makes sure to reign you in sometimes though- not because she thinks your attitude is a problem, but because she knows others might and she doesn't want to see things escalate to a dangerous point. it's all out of concern for your safety :(

✧.* "hey, you probably shouldn't be using that tone with her-" "why not?" you'd protest, furrowing your brows. "because she could send people to whoop your ass in minutes. you're right, but she'll just be offended. please."

✧.* she'll never voice her admiration for your demeanor and attitude necessarily, but she has a sneaking suspicion that you already know. it's in the way that she can only stare at you while you're being sassy, the way she's flushed when you're next to her walking like you own the damn city. you may not actually own the city, but you've got that exact hold over vi's heart.

mel;

✧.* i feel like she'd be a bit taken aback at first, usually people are very careful with how they speak to mel. she's one of piltover's most influential figures if not the most influential, a councilor. so seeing your confidence and the fact that you don't really care about making a good impression on her, it surprises mel.

✧.* but that surprise turns into intrigue rather quickly. she's never seen anyone quite like you, and it's interesting. that air about you is something she grows to admire over time, because it's something she's never had.

✧.* mel has to be very careful with what she says, both as a medarda and as a councilor. she has a reputation to keep, and public relations to preserve. so in a way, she admires you for being unafraid to speak your mind. for being unabashedly yourself. she sees something in you that she wishes she had.

✧.* but she isn't jealous! not at all. if anything, she just respects you a lot more for being able to do some of the things she could only dream of.

✧.* and trust me, there are times where she wishes she could tell someone off. wishes she could throw some smartass remark in their face, but she can't because of who she is- and you're more than happy to step in for her. she comes from a prestigious family, but you don't.

✧.* "darling, it's fine, really-" "no. they were messing with you, why would i just let that slide?"

✧.* "hey! you think just because you're a councilor, you can talk to her like that?" you'd scoff, placing your hands on your hips. pressing your glossed lips together in a scowl, while tugging your girlfriend close to you. daring him to challenge you. "and who are you?" "her girlfriend. who are you?"

✧.* while mel won't say anything after the fact beyond shaking her head with crossed arms, she really does appreciate you sticking up for her. she just warns you to not go too far, because it could reflect badly on the both of you in terms of press.

✧.* and seeing you be so confident, so sure of yourself, does inspire mel a good amount. she's always had problems with her perception of herself, having grown up with a mother like hers. finding out that she was a mage didn't help any either, and she's felt lost. but seeing you so secure in yourself, not giving a damn what others think, it makes her think that maybe she could be like that, too.

✧.* not exactly like you, no. you both are your own people, but that's the beauty of your partnership. two people from different walks of life, with different attitudes, who compliment each other. who love each other.

✧.* "and then, i walked off! because who the hell am i to let someone waste my precious time?" you'd scoff, tossing your hair over your shoulder in that dramatic way you often do. all the while, mel is just staring- her hand rested in her chin. "you're awfully cute, do you know that?" and you'd chuckle, placing a light kiss to her cheek. "i do, but it's always nice to hear it from you."

sevika;

✧.* yeah she's smitten. i think at first, sevika might try to act as if she's annoyed by your behavior, but truly, it's attractive to her. your confidence and demeanor is like a magnetic pull.

✧.* sevika is also confident and unafraid, but she's gruff. she keeps to herself, she's more rough around the edges, and she's not nearly as expressive as you are. so it's familiar to her, but your approach is new.

✧.* she doesn't know exactly what to make of you. one of the first times she'd spoken to you out of turn was to let you know- "you're... different. somethin' about you, i've never seen it before. huh."

✧.* though after more time spent with you (though reluctant at first) she grows to accept and even admire your attitude. sevika's never been the most friendly or warm person, but part of her rough demeanor and harsh words are a survival tactic. but for you it comes naturally- your sass and rough words are just a part of who you are.

✧.* and after even more time, i think she'd come to appreciate it. maybe even find it funny. seeing the look on people's faces when some dressed-up girl with her hands on her hips starts mouthing off is pure gold to sevika. they'd underestimated you, and you had no problem putting them in their place.

✧.* there's times you just get fed up, you're not being listened to by someone and it's frustrating. they underestimate you, maybe because you're not as traditionally aggressive as the rest of zaun's folks, maybe because of your appearance. either way, it gets under your skin. "hey! i'm talkin' here, in case you forgot," you'd scoff, snapping in front of the person's face. sevika watches from the sidelines, and she'll step in if she needs to. but she also knows you can handle yourself just fine.

✧.* or there's times where sevika's brought you along to the casino with her. you're sat next to her along with a group of guys from the industry- some old acquaintances, colleagues who had left the world of crime, the like. you're not exactly participating, but you know what's going on. sevika's got these guys in a trap, she always does. she's a damn good player.

✧.* until someone decides he's done with her skills and moves, slamming his deck of cards down on the table. "fuck this, 'vika. you've gotta be cheating, there's no way-" "that she's winning? maybe you just suck at this! ever thought of that, huh?"

✧.* sevika's trying so damn hard to bite back a laugh, but a little chortle does escape her. "the fuck are you laughing at?!" he'd ask, his jaw open in an expression of shock. offense that you'd dare talk to him like that. "you heard the girl."

✧.* the two of you balance each other out that way. the roughened woman on the front lines, who takes no bullshit and fights like no tomorrow- with the headstrong, sassy woman. the one with a pretty face, yet a sharp tongue.

caitlyn;

✧.* caitlyn might be a bit jealous at first. she's got a lot of thoughts, and she's a very opinionated person. she comes from a long line of influential figures, and her role is an important one to the people of piltover. but it's precisely those things that make it so she has to watch what she says. caitlyn can't say exactly what she wants to or means, because she has a reputation to keep and she can't afford to burn any bridges.

✧.* but it's nothing personal, of course, and with getting to know you better that jealousy turns to admiration. she's happy that you're able to advocate for yourself in that way, and that you have some of the freedom she doesn't.

✧.* and her seeing a pretty girl mouth someone off and put her foot down? seeing you know exactly what you're saying, what you're worth, and how to express yourself? yeah caitlyn doesn't have a chance.

✧.* with the amount of opinions caitlyn has and things she wants to say, the thinks that it's good you're outspoken, good that you're 'sassy.' she understands that others may see it as a problem, but she's never gotten that perspective herself. the way she sees it- more power to you.

✧.* "don't hold back," she'd tell you. "if you've got something to say, say it, damn it. it's only too much for people who can't take it."

✧.* the two of you become rather attuned to one another, and it's like you can tell what cait is thinking and vice versa. if caitlyn won't say it, you sure as hell will.

✧.* you'd be observing while at a gathering with your girlfriend, an event with some of the most influential figures in piltover in attendance. she's dressed to the nines, poised and proper in everything she does- though other guests are testing her patience.

✧.* "hey, leave her alone," you'd say, idly twirling your empty glass in one hand. "dunno what you've got going on, but she's clearly not interested in your ideas. i bet she thought of the same thing when she was twelve."

✧.* though the person on the receiving end is flustered and trying to brush off what you've just said, caitlyn is enamored. it's mere seconds before the woman is pulling you into the next room, slamming her lips onto yours. "gods, that was great," she'd mutter between rushed kisses, her arms snaking around your waist. "the look on his face."

✧.* your confidence just makes you all the more attractive to cait. you've got a good head on your shoulders, and you know that. you're damn beautiful, and you know that. there's no beating around the bush, only your shameless expression. it's amazing.

✧.* as far as caitlyn is concerned? she's got nothing to worry about as long as she has you by her side. she knows how to command a room, and you know how to demand one. you're better together!

lest;

✧.* she might be a bit taken aback at first, though it isn't a matter of intimidation. you're just different to lest, and she's not sure exactly what to do with that. she's always been the more peaceful, more observant one. she sits back and does her job while stroking clients' egos and telling them what she knows will make them happy.

✧.* she's expressive, yes, but she doesn't have nearly as much bite as you do. her confidence is something more innate, she just is and doesn't have the same air as you do. but lest does come to appreciate your demeanor and fire for what it is. comes to love it, in fact.

✧.* she's just in awe. you're so beautiful, so confident, but you've got a mouth on you. she's heard what others have said: that you need to know your place, that your attitude is a problem, that you need to watch yourself before you get into some real trouble.

✧.* but to lest, these traits are only something that makes you all the more alluring. the way she puts it, it's as if you've put a spell on her with your words and body language alone. a spell she hopes never wears off.

✧.* she's so in love with the way you carry yourself, and how secure you are within yourself. you don't take shit, that's for sure- whether it's a "hey, i wasn't done talking," or "i know the idea's good, i've only been pushing it this whole time!" the way you know exactly who you are and what you're worth enraptures lest.

✧.* you could be out in public with her, someone casting sideways glances at you for some reason you can't quite figure out- though it doesn't exactly matter. her tail swishing side to side, wide eyes keeping watch of everything around her. though she notices you looking at someone for a bit longer than usual. "everything alright, dear?" she'd ask.

✧.* "yeah," you'd affirm, though you'd be clenching your fists at your side. "just looks like someone has a staring problem. a real bad one." she'd look over to the figure, someone who seemingly doesn't belong here anyways. "i'll take care of him. don't worry about it."

✧.* it's mere seconds before you're marching over to the guy, tapping your foot and telling him off- "do i have something on my face, huh?" "no, i-" "then stop staring!"

✧.* she also comes to learn that you'll step in for her if needed. you never cause any harm- you're sassy, not violent. but if a client is getting a little too demanding with her and you're by her side, lest can count on you to tell them they need to remember she can very easily drop them.

✧.* afterward, you're always quick to tug her close to you, pressing light kisses to her spotted cheeks. "you okay, love?" you'd ask, your voice uncharacteristically tender. "i'm okay, darling, really," she'd affirm. pressing closer to your touch. "but thank you. i probably wouldn't have done that myself."

[awakittie]

stalker ! jinx warning. i enjoy exploring darker parts of her character ^_^

jinx grinds her teeth to dust as she snaps the next picture, the gentle shutter trilling amongst the birds and the breeze.

her cheeks are flushed, dewey red with the thrill of what she’s doing. it’s not the first time, and it certainly won't be the last.

she’s grown fond of snapping your pictures, often justifying the act with the sentiment of looking out for you. though if anyone were to find out they’d do anything but bat an eye her way.

varying stages of life; at the local market, down the dim alley just off the ducts, shoving your makeshift key into the jagged hole in your door.

these pictures, all immortalised and captured in time, just for her.

she could never justify pinning them to her walls, opting to instead keeping them in a small folder, tucked away like anyone could find it at any time.

like she knows anyone who could find it.

jinx is a sore, sore loser. she’s pathetic — pathetic in the way she practically drools over the pictures she’d taken, eyeing a particularly swell close up of your face; eyes crinkled with lips flushed and curled at the ends.

you’re too cute to bare.

she can’t let anything happen, no.

that’s what she tells herself as she rounds the corner, tap tap tapping the blue and pink ends of her nails along the stained glass of your window.

she needs to make sure you’re safe. and you are, tucked under the thin sheets, hands drawn up over your mouth to bunch the fabric comfortably.

click.

she’ll take another one while she’s at it.

i think she likes you guys.. tucks hair behind ear

[yawnzzzzzzzz]

So basically I need metal flowers rn. LIKE FORVER FLOWERS PLEASEEEE I NEED

┈﹒ ꒰ 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗦 ꒱

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ Thank you so much for the support on the first oneshot, this is mostly fluff because I have to heal the wounds in my heart that arc two left behind.

୨୧ I'm still learning how to use masterlists and stuff (😿) but you can send me requests if you want! For now I'm only going to write about Ekko (or until I learn how to use tumblr) then I'll post the list of characters I could write for.

୨୧ Inspired by some headcanons of @blllllllllllllllllllue

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The Firelights’ hideout always felt alive, even in its quietest moments, but your little corner was a chaos. It was where you crafted, creating not just the masks that symbolized your rebellion but tiny pieces of identity for your comrades.

"Something like this?" you asked, holding up a rough sketch for the recruit seated across from you. He was new to the team and still shy around most people, but with you, he seemed to relax, likely due to your welcoming demeanor.

“Yeah, that’s cool,” he said, leaning in to inspect it. "But, uh, could you make the eyes a little bigger? I want it to look more… intense."

“Intense. Got it.” You jotted down the adjustment in the margins, smiling as you worked. “Anything else?”

The recruit hesitated for a moment before glancing at you sheepishly. “So, uh, are you Ekko’s girl? Like… his girlfriend?”

The question caught you so off guard that the pencil slipped from your fingers. Heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you scrambled to compose yourself.

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I mean—yes. I am.”

The recruit grinned.

“Thought so. He talks about you all the time.”

Your heart did a funny little flip, equal parts warmth and embarrassment.

“He does?”

“Yeah. Like, a lot. You’d think you hung the moon or something”

The boy’s teasing tone made you flush deeper. Before you could decide whether to be mortified or flattered, another voice broke through.

“Hey! Ekko’s looking for you!” A little boy poked his head in the door, oblivious to the conversation he was interrupting. “Said it’s important.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” You turned back to the recruit, already rising to your feet. “I’ve got everything I need for your mask. I’ll start on it soon.”

“Take your time,” he replied, giving you a knowing look as you walked out.

He nodded, and with a small wave, you left the workshop and made your way to Ekko’s space.

The closer you got to Ekko’s workshop, the quieter the base became, the energy from the rest of the Firelights retreating into the distance. You pushed the door open cautiously, only to find the room eerily calm. The usual clatter of tools and the whir of machinery were absent.

When you stepped inside the workshop, the quiet was almost eerie. Tools and half-built gadgets lay scattered across Ekko’s workbench, but there was no sign of him.

“Ekko?” you called, glancing around.

No answer.

A small knot of worry tightened in your chest.

“If this is a joke, it’s not funny—”

Before you could finish, arms wrapped around you from behind, lifting you off the ground. You let out a startled yelp as you were spun around, your voice mixing with laughter that bubbled up despite yourself.

“Ekko!” you cried, trying to sound indignant, but failing miserably as he set you down, his grin impossibly wide. “You scared the life out of me, you jerk!”

“Couldn’t resist,” he admitted, still chuckling. His voice carried that familiar mix of playfulness and warmth that always made your heart skip a beat. He leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You swatted at his arm, trying to suppress a smile.

“What did you need me for, anyway? And don’t say it was just to scare me.”

“Relax, Firefly,” he teased, stepping back. “I’ve got something for you. Close your eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“If this is another prank—”

“It’s not,” he said quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Promise. Just trust me.”

After a brief hesitation, you sighed and shut your eyes.

“Okay, but if you throw something at me—”

“Shh. No peeking.”

You heard him moving around, the soft clang of metal and the scrape of something being picked up. Your curiosity burned, but you kept your eyes closed, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides.

“Alright,” Ekko said finally. “Open.”

When you did, your breath caught. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers, but not just any flowers—each one was intricately crafted from scrap metal, their petals shaped and welded together with incredible precision. They shimmered faintly in the light, their edges polished to a soft gleam.

“I made these for you,” Ekko said, his voice quieter now, as if he wasn’t sure how you’d react. His smile, though, was radiant, the little gap in his front teeth only adding to its charm. “You like them?”

“Like them?” you echoed, reaching out to take the bouquet. “Ekko, they’re beautiful. You made these?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking both proud and bashful.

“Yeah. Thought you’d appreciate something… different. Real flowers don’t last long down here”

You turned the bouquet in your hands, marveling at the craftsmanship. Each flower was unique, and the care he’d put into them was evident in every detail. Your chest felt tight with emotion as you looked back at him.

“Why, though? What’s the occasion?”

Ekko’s grin returned, mischievous but endearing.

“The right way to ask my girlfriend out on a date. Tonight.”

Your lips parted in surprise.

“A date?”

“Yeah. Thought it was time we did something just for us. No missions. Just you and me.” He stepped closer, his gaze locked on yours. “So, what do you say?”

A warm, fuzzy silence hung between you, the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes tying your tongue. Your gaze flicked to his lips, the same thought clearly mirrored in his mind as he leaned closer.

The moment stretched as the world outside seemed to blur and fade. Just as your lips were about to meet—

“Oh, uh, sorry!”

Both you and Ekko jumped apart as the recruit from earlier barged in, a sheepish look on his face.

“I just—uh—I had another idea for the mask and thought—”

Ekko sighed loudly, his previous grumpiness overtaking his usual charm.

“Seriously?”

“I’ll just—uh—leave” the recruit stammered, already retreating back through the door.

You chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s fine,” you told him. “We can talk about it later.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away as you stepped back.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later, huh?”

Ekko’s pout was almost comical.

“You owe me, Firefly.”

As you turned to leave, you blew him a playful kiss. Ekko grinned, pretending to catch it in midair and press it to his chest.

“See you later.”

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[littelovelunette]

"Lay, Pet."

Contains smut, anal plug, collar, leash, amab!Ambessa, pet play, breeding, dildo, size kink

Implication of sexual torture, wooden horse, nipple clamps, clit clamp, chastity

“Come on, kitten.” Ambessa pulled the leash making the bell on the collar jingle.

You reluctantly obeyed pushing the bulbous tail plug inside your well lubricated asshole with slight difficulty due to the resistance of your tight ass.

“I-It’s inside.” You whispered, whining as you felt the stretch deep in your rectum.

“That won't do.” Ambessa said pulling the leash again, making you choke due to the sudden pressure on the collar. “Pets don't speak.”

“I-I—” you began but you knew you only fucked up further doing that.

Ambessa sighed, “Still so new to all this, kitten.”

You mewed, staring up at her with those pretty eyes. “M-meow…”

Ambessa smirked slightly, boot adorned foot rubbing your needy dripping cunt before moving it and crouching before you.

“Who's a good little kitty?” Ambessa gave you a head scratch followed by headpats.

You grinned happily, relishing in the affection.

She got up though leaving you wanting more. You mewled staring up.

“Lay.”

Ambessa commanded and instantly you rolled onto your back, legs spreading to expose your genitals to her.

Ambessa pressed her boot against your cunt. “My, my, kitten. You have a slutty little pussy, don't you?”

A smaller whimper left your lips and you nodded. “Meow…”

Ambessa walked to the drawer full of sex toys, withdrawing an intimidating looking dildo which was huge, girthy with ridges.

You flinched at the sight.

Your asshole clenched over the plug as you watched Ambessa approaching your little figure on the floor with it.

“Take this. Put it inside. Slowly.” Ambessa said giving you the toy. You took it with shaky hands and swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

You positioned it, the fat tip of the faux cock rubbing your slit before slowly sinking inside.

“M-meow…” you whimpered, staring up at Ambessa with a silent plea of help. You couldn't do this to yourself. You could barely even put the plug in your ass.

“Come on, kitty.” Ambessa urged. “Do it or I'll have to make you ride the wooden horse again. We don't want that, do we?”

Your blood ran cold.

The simple memory of riding that horrid thing, your pussy would ache day and night as Ambessa occasionally whipped you with a belt. Your nipples were always under constant torture with the clamps being connected to your collar and handcuffs. A little motion was enough to make everything hurt. Your small clit was also all the time clamped causing a sort of pain you never knew existed. The dulled sharpness of the wooden horse would dig on your skin and pussy, forming marks which hurt even after the punishment. Your asshole was also under constant torture with the inflatable plug stretching out your rectum more than ever.

The wooden horse was a nightmare.

“No, please.” You pleaded staring up at Ambessa.

Although Ambessa wanted to remind you that pets weren't allowed to talk once again, she didn't. Instead a slow threatening smile played at her lips.

“Then you'll listen to me like an obedient kitten, won't you, now?” Ambessa crouched between your legs.

“M-meow.” You mewled pathetically.

You didn't want to, but you still did it. The dildo sinking inside your pussy with great difficulty because of your clenching small slit.

You pushed in the first three inches and a whimper tore out from you. The ridges scraped almost painfully against your inner walls.

You mewled and shoved in the next five inches.

Ambessa smirked, grabbing the base of the dildo and pumping it in and out of your pussy causing you to squirm against the floor.

You were a wet mess, squelching and clenching all over the dildo as your clit throbbed.

Ambessa picked your little frame up and put you on the bed’s edge so your legs were dangling down. She grabbed your thighs and folded you with ease.

The dildo popped out of your pussy due to your slick. Ambessa's eyes widened slightly before softening in a chuckle.

You mewled shyly.

Ambessa lined her thick, hard cock against your slit. “Ready for the real deal, kitten?”

You nodded but didn't expect the harsh thrust that came with it. One harsh thrust and she was deep seated inside your cunt.

You whimpered, feeling the twitching of her cock. You clenched down with a small moan.

“Oh you're tightening up.” Ambessa's eyes glinted with satisfaction.

Your legs trembled as you felt Ambessa thrusting in and out slowly but every thrust was deep and well calculated.

Ambessa's cock was huge, the tip of it was reddened from her holding back the urge to fuck you silly.

She was always proud of how girthy her cock was. The size difference between the both of you wasn't helping your situation at all.

You were practically impaled on her cock.

A small choked moan came out of your mouth as Ambessa started moving faster.

You wanted to moan her name but you were indeed just a pet to her, and you didn't want to ride the wooden horse so instead, you just let out small mewls and whimpers.

Ambessa’s hands were gripping your thighs tightly as she thrusted, her abs contracting with each and every thrust. And oh did she look like a fucking five-star meal right then and there.

Sweat rolled down in the valley between her tits as they bounced due to the force of the pounding.

Ambessa looked so scrumptious. Your eyes closed and head tilted back before you let out a strangled “meow” and came over her cock.

Ambessa busted her load inside, warm and thick. Your mind went fuzzy with the warmth of her seed while she slowly pulled out, tugging at the tail of the plug making you clench again so the semen wouldn't fall out.

“Did a good job today, kitten.” Ambessa pulled your legs down. “Guess I won't lock you up in that chastity after all.”

[just4jinx]

# cw ! fem!reader. sub!jinx. dom!reader. established relationship. phone sex/masturbation. dirty talk. jinx just really loves ur voice lol. rushed with absolutely no substance i just wanted to get smthing out <3

her name flashes across your screen, the sharp trill of your ringtone breaking the stillness of the night. it’s 1 am, too late for casual calls. you’re seeing her later, planning to take her out for a few drinks at her favorite bar, so what couldn’t wait?

still, you don’t hesitate. you never do. with a quiet sigh, you accept the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“jinx?”

no answer. just a breath—slow, heavy. then the faint scrape of her clearing her throat, the static of hesitation crackling between you. you shift, the sheets rustling beneath you as you settle in. “you okay?” your voice is soft and careful. jinx is a lot of things—loud, often reckless and impossible to pin down— but quiet isn’t usually one of them.

another breath, deep and shaky, rushes down the line. “yeah.” she says, but it’s a little too quick, too rehearsed. you dont push, instead you let the silence stretch, giving her space to fill it and perhaps give you a better idea.

“just missed ya.” she mutters, “wanted to hear your voice.” a slight innocent grin tugs at the corners of your lips, your free hand trailing up to sleepily rub your eyes. you imagine she woke up from a nightmare and was implicitly asking for comfort, or just hasn’t managed to sleep at all. regardless, you have all the time in the world for your girlfriend.

“so, how’d your day go, baby?” for a second, you swear you hear a faint sigh but you let it pass, throwing your head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as you wait. “good.” that’s all she gives you. she doesn’t sound upset, so why she’s being blunt is beyond you. before you can linger on it, jinx speaks again. “please tell me about yours.”

there’s a weight to it, a quiet plea tangled within her words. she’s hiding something, you can feel it. it’s clearly not what she says that makes your chest tighten—it’s the way she says it. low and drawn out, as though she’s clinging on to the sound of your voice and every syllable that spills from your lips. she’s desperate for you to fill the silence with anything. anything at all.

“well, you know, work and all that. it went fine but… i really missed you.” the words barely leave your lips before a sound filters through the receiver. a whimper, raw and unguarded, before everything on the other end of the line goes silent. it’s the kind of silence that hums in your ears. and then it clicks. suddenly it all makes sense.

“it’s okay,” you say, voice low and soothing, “let me hear you.” you can hear jinx’s mattress creak beneath her weight, her sheets rustling as she adjusts herself. your mind starts to wander, picturing her laying back all pretty with her fingers stuffed inside her aching cunt. or maybe she’s just giving her clit the right attention. you wonder what she’s wearing—if anything at all.

"mm, i'm sorry." jinx manages to say, a whine holding in her voice. she's always been a needy thing, always begging to be filled up, constantly desperate to get off—even if that means rocking her hips against anything she can get her hands on. your personal fave is when she's sliding her slick folds across your thigh with her face buried in the crook of your neck, mindlessly babbling about how good she feels and how much she loves you.

"tell me what you're doing." you demand, your voice unwavering.

"just... touchin' myself." you don’t say a word. you don’t have to. the silence alone is enough. jinx shifts, restless. she knows that wasn’t good enough. her breath catches in her throat, a couple soft moans escaping her. "just using my fingers. rubbing- ha, fuck.." you find it adorable how she's struggling, just wishing you were there to see her in person, to touch her, to make her cry from pleasure.

"so desperate. you couldn't wait until later?" jinx's wetness was not only coating her fingers but her inner thighs too, strings of whimpers and needy moans sending heat directly to your core. "i bet you're already thinking about it—having me all to yourself, cumming over my fingers or even in my mouth. god, you taste so sweet, you know that?"

another whine. higher this time, like she’s forcing it past her lips just to give you something. as though words are too much, too heavy, tangled somewhere in her throat. you could hear her pick up the pace and the obscene sounds that came from both her lips and her soaked pussy, a deep but shaky sigh escaping you before you could get the chance to stop it.

"nggff— want you so bad, please!" jinx cries out before a guttural moan echoes through the line. she's clenching over nothing now, practically squirming on her bed, desperately chasing her inevitable climax. "gonna, hah— baby, i’m—“

you dont even get the chance to encourage her to let go, a loud, strained whine rushing down the line and filling your ear. your name leaves her lips countless times, almost chanting it, choking out sweet moans that cause your heart to thump inside your chest. of course you tell her how well she’s doing, how much of a good girl she is, and how beautiful she sounds just for you.

you notice the sound of sheets rustling as jinx adjusts, slow and lethargic, as though she can barely lift herself. a whisper spills from her lips, but not because she’s trying to stay quiet, more like she doesnt have the strength for anything louder. “i love you so much.” its sudden but nothing unexpected, her voice shakily slipping through the receiver like she has her pretty lips pressed right against it.

there it is again, the creek of the mattress, jinx curling into herself with a deep exhale. a soft laugh follows, breathy, almost dazed, lightheaded from it all. you’re certain you can picture it—her flushed cheeks, unfocused pink eyes, the way she bites her lip like she's still lost in the moment. you tell her you love her back, a pleased hum reaching you from the other end of the line.

the silence that follows isn't empty; it's comfortable. both of you sink deeper into your pillows, letting the quiet settle, letting it hold you in a gentle embrace. but jinx isn't done listening. she's still tuned into you—your slow, steady breaths, the quiet rhythm of your existence. and without giving it a thought, she falls in sync, matching each inhale then exhale, like it's the only way to keep herself grounded. she doesn't say another word, doesn't need to. she just breathes with you, lets you guide her until the pull of sleep finally wins for you both.

[shouyuus]

─── Ⅵ SLOW DANCE

violet; 1,171 words; fluff, jane austen!au, cross-dressing (vi), ballroom dancing, vaguely regency-adjacent vibes, almost angst if you squint very hard, no "y/n", lapslock

summary: i just wanna slow dance, this is the last romance

a/n: a very very belated happy birthday to @aimfor-theheart <3 i hope this tickles ur slow dancing vibes!!! ur so precious to me i hope u had a beautiful week!!!

─── Ⅵ YOU CAN TELL IT'S HER almost immediately, but in the spin of crenolins and the sweep of satin, the brush of silk gloves on velvet lapels, you're thankful that no one else has noticed.

the ball is drawing to a close, with only the most devoted of dancers still taking part, the orchestra striking up a slower tune, something honeyed. her fingers slip around your waist, her other hand finding yours with expert ease.

there's an entire galaxy caught in the hazy blue of her eyes.

"i thought you weren't planning on staying that long," vi says, cocking her head, her pink hair swept up beneath a stuffy wig in alliance with the latest parisian fashions. you glance around at the pairs of twirling dancers all around you, your stomach a twist of excitement and nerves, though you can't help the spark that chases up your spine at the thought of doing this, so out in the open.

"and i thought you weren't even going to come?" you bite back, though a grin crimps at the corner of your mouth.

the pair of you slip apart to circle around another duo of dancers before rejoining in a line. you take the momentary split to admire the clean cut of vi's body in her tailored suit, her figure so handsome no wonder none of the others have noticed there's a lady masquerading as a gentleman in their midst. you allow yourself a secret smile as she slides her hand into yours again, leading you through the steps of the dance as if it were second nature.

you resist the urge to drop your face into the crook of her neck (like you had done that one blessed summer afternoon, the pair of you laid out in the shade of the willow tree, a picnic blanket spread out beneath you, a half-drunk bottle of berry wine tucked in the wicker basket — she'd been in trousers then too, having tugged off the ridiculous skirt of her dress, leaving her oh-so-scandalously clad in an undershirt, a half-undone corset, and men's pantaloons, her feet bare —

"dance with me," you'd said, tugging her hand into yours. she'd laughed, the kind of full-bellied laughter that washes over your skin in great waves of joy, leaving you rocked and reeling, gripping onto her shoulders as she pulls you both up and spins you under her arm, catching you around your waist.

you'd buried your face in the warm crook of her neck, breathed her in, counting silently the steady staccato beats of her heart against yours.

"maybe one of these days i'll sneak into a ball and just… sweep you away," she'd murmured, her voice close enough to your ear to make your shiver.

you let out a string of bitten-back giggles, glancing up at her, eyes catching on the light constellation of freckles dotted across her cheek.

"please do… most of them are so stuffy i almost wonder if uncle's not just making me attend them as punishment.")

instead, you let her spin you to the edge of the dance floor, where you both topple into the back garden, laughter spilling from you both as vi tugs you behind a tall hedge of rosebushes to press her lips to yours, her fingers rucking up the material of your very full skirt. the kiss is mostly giggling until it melts into soft gasps and moans, vi's lips working their diligent way down the cut of your jaw to suck at the delicate skin above your jugular.

"v-vi — not — not too hard —!"

"mm… and here i thought you were a fan of being a little rough —" she grins, pulling back.

"i —" you swallow, tamping down the urge to reach for your fan as vi cocks her head, watching you with half-lidded eyes, her gaze sharp as the scimitar moon above you, "i do — just —" you peak around the hedgerows towards the main ballroom, "i do have to go back in there at some point in time…"

vi's eyebrow hitches as a slow, steady coil gathers at the base of your belly.

"unless you don't."

you narrow your eyes, a faint, hummingbird-flutter collecting at the back of your throat as you stare at her.

"what… what do you mean?"

"unless…" she drags out the word, long, languorous, like honey on a perfect slice of fruit, caught and silvering in the liquid moonlight, "i spirit you away right now in my horse and carriage, and no one need be any the wiser."

the fluttering grows, so much like feathers you almost forget to breathe. and then —

"but — what of my carriage —?"

"i've already spoken to your coachman and… if you don't arrive in the next hour or so… he'll take the carriage and head back on his own."

you purse your lips, the giddiness pluming inside you till it spills out in reams of incredulous laughter.

"you've thought this all out, haven't you?"

vi shrugs, leaning in to brush a strand of hair from your face, her eyes softening as she tugs you in for another long kiss.

"i promised that i'd steal you away for a night, didn't i?"

you swallow, licking your lips, your breath caught in the cool, summer night.

"that… you did," you answer, leaning into her as she pulls you along the pebbled path deeper into the garden. soon enough, the music from the ballroom is nothing more than a whisper on the wind, and the world no more than cricket-song and the steady drumbeat of your own, yearning hearts.

vi laces her fingers through yours, pulls you into her side till you're face to face again. she smiles, takes your other hand in hers and spins you around in a flourishing dip that sends the night sky pinwheeling above you. you let out a surprised squeak, laughing as you relax into the ridiculous position before she pulls you up and the pair of you spin in slow, steady circles, your cheek resting against her shoulder, her chin tilted slightly upwards as she hums.

hours pass, or perhaps only minutes. or, it might've been several moon-lit days. time slips, inconsequential, as the pair of you sway beneath the spinning, star-strewn sky.

"why can't it always be like this?" you ask, lifting your head just to peer up at her.

vi sighs, a tiny grin gracing her lips.

"it can — and it will —" and it's the conviction in her voice more than anything that soothes you, makes you believe, even for the fraction of a second, that this — all this — might end up working out someday. somehow.

"but for now…" she says, gently guiding you back to her, your bodies pressed, spinning in slow, unhurried circles amidst the blossoming florals of a summertime garden, you, leaning up to graze your lips to her jaw, feeling her shiver at your touch, her fingers tightening around yours for just a second before she relaxes again, chuckles, presses a soft kiss into the seam of your hair —

"just… dance with me."

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[mourndust]

˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ lazy fucking violet.

18+ mdni, fingering, domestic!vi, dirty talk, afab reader, this is basically sleepy, lazy sex in the middle of the night, kinda sweet dunno, enjoy. // check out my masterlist!

nightime is vi’s favorite time of the day. the long summer nights that seem eternal under the barely noticiable stars in the sky, the lonely moon hanging high as her breathing collides with the back of your neck, holding you tightly against the planes of her body as silence finally fills the room.

two in the morning, three, the two of you have fallen in a comfortable routine where you keep on talking until you randomly look at the clock and shit: you have work tomorrow, vi has shit to do as well so the lights are out and she’s holding you beneath the sheets, cuddling as she tries to sleep, concentrated in your breathing, your soft skin and how relaxed everything feels laying right next to you, anything but your ass barely covered by the oversized shirt she can feel without seeing it.

“are you asleep already?” she cannot help to ask after some minutes, and you hum trying to make her shut up. “how do you fall asleep so quickly? it’s not fair.”

vi would love the talent on herself, but there’s always something: the bed’s too comfortable, too silent, too peaceful. her life has always been rough and fast, so she rolls in bed until her eyes close by themselves, hugging you tightly as a reminder you’re on her side, that her lone days are over — a reassurance that the thin duvets she’s sleeping in does not belong not even near stillwater.

“don’t sleep,” she moves you slightly at first, a couple of seconds until she’s downright shaking you. “baby, wake up. don’t leave me, i want some kisses.”

it’s been a long day. vi’s muscles are sore and you’re barely able to keep an eye open, but either way you’re putting an effort on stretching out to reach for a kiss, looking at her from over your shoulder as you purse your lips together for a quick peck vi wastes no time in taking.

and the thing is, it should be a quick kiss. should cause vi’s kissing you again and again until you seem to get the memo, parting your lips slightly to let her tongue push warm and wet against your bucal cavity, playfully touching yours as you are slow to return the kiss, allowing it anyhow. her kisses are so damn nice for a reason, when her hoop ring squishes against your own nose and she’s wishing to kiss you for as long as her breathing allows it to.

“vi,” you say, trying to catch on your breath for a moment as your cheek touches back the pillow again, resting — “i’d like more, but i’m just so tired.”

she’s smiling. even in the darkness of the room you can’t see much but you feel her, and vi does not have much choice here, not when she loves the sound of your voice betraying you cause you do want more, even when it’s impossible for you to move any muscle.

“it’s okay,” she whispers in your ear after a second or two “i know you do. there’s no need to move here, sweetheart.”

you’d call it lazy fucking cause it don’t take much to cum. a quickie even, a forty minute long session that don’t qualify as a quickie really, but it’s close enough for both of you, in your own terms. vi’s urging you to come closer, and as fast as you fall asleep you’re now on your back, laying comfortable as she demands more kisses.

her fingers don’t miss a second to spread your legs open, and suddenly it’s like she’s all over, making you move until she’s pressed on your side, hoovering right above you — and usually she’d have you back pressed against her chest on nights like this, kneading on your breasts, breathing in your skin, but she wants to see you. wants to notice your features, your pretty face distorting with the pleasure she brings in plain dark, kiss you as you fall apart engulfing your sinful sounds, whispering sweet words to drive you closer to the edge.

simple as that.

so she hates it when she gets tired too, cause fingerfuck you? it’s a huge fucking effort. stopping once in a while for a second or two from the sore feeling in her muscles after a long day, making you chuckle lowly between erratic moans as she touches you just right how you want to; she’s fucking burning at that point.

“i’m sorry,” vi whispers against your neck, but she don’t really mean it— “doin’ my best here.”

her digits force themselves at your entrace, coating them with clear arousal as she fills you up, curling as she happens to know your body, those points you enjoy almost too much, the places that make you giggle an irrevocably cum.

she’s doing it on purpose either way, teasing you. even when there’s this sound filling the room each time she sinks down and you’re awake as ever now, moving your hips against the palm of vi’s hand in search for more friction against your sensitive cunt, she’s taking her time cause sleep can wait, your needs? that’s different.

“fuck you’re so tight,” she whispers against your neck before you’re pulling on your shirt upwards, squirming against the wrinkled sheets to rise it above your tits, nipples already peebled and aching for her touch. even in the dark, violet notices the soft expanse of your bare skin colliding against her own, the smell of flowers in your skin as you recently switched to a new fragance. “greedy. greedy slut always asking for more.”

the words slur together as she speaks: but can you blame her? it’s impossible not to when her mouth catches up your hard nipple between her lips and her tongue, that sweet tongue of her’s, swirls around it, wide licks before her mouth closes around to suck, fucking you deeper with her digits buried in your pussy — and you moan, cause the motherfucker bites on your chest lightly, enough to send shivers down your spine.

she’s good at driving you crazy, every. single. time.

“there you go baby. always s’good for me” vi praises with a smile. “do you hear how wet you are from just a little kiss? gonna make my girl cum.”

there’s something about the dark, cause vi loves to see you, fucking you with all the lights on so she can see every part of you, your very own fiber — but like that? it has so many perks too, a lot when she focus on your moans, the roughness on your voice each time you pant her name, the feeling of your warm cunt evolving her fingers, squeezing them like your own consciousness is trying to draw them deeper, harder. it makes her rely on her senses.

“ngh-m’gonna cum vi,” your voice is so fucking soft, like you’re recovering from being dizzy seconds before saying it, weak as you move faster. you’re leaking on the damn mattress beneath you as your body seems to function on it’s own — and it’s all it takes to make the earth stop spinning on it’s axis, the rippling orgasm pouring like hot fire in your skin as a loud moan leaves your lips, making your brain melt away in your own system.

vi enjoys watching you come undone, the shaking in your legs as you reach out to kiss her, the messy and sloppy kiss you give her in plain ecstasy that’s nothing but teeth and tongue, roughly passing your tongue against her parted lips.

your breathing is heavy and god, vi wishes to turn the lights on just to see that fucked out expression in your face, the way your brows furrow as you’re sensitive when she’s withdrawing her fingers, licking them clean like they’re full of ambrosia and not your clear arousal.

your intentions are clear afterwards when you’re pushing your knee between her parted, invitating legs, leaving an invisible trail of kisses against the column of her exposed skin; that tattoo on her neck you’ve seen many times before now brushing against your lips — your girlfriend is a mess already when you touch her, needy as she grinds desesperate for her own release.

it doesn’t take much to make her cum either way, and when she finally falls asleep, you think that’s the fastest way to make her actually rest.

a win is a win after all.

[tqlepatia]

Sevika x reader who has a family loss and refuses to do anything but cry, sevika gets her to eat

DONT YOU DROWN IN ME

Summary: Sevika finds reader in a deep state of grief, refusing to eat, and quietly helps you through it with patience and care.

tw : Depression, grief, familly loss, disordered Eating (starvation due to emotional distress), hurt/Comfort, deep trauma.

The house felt empty, more than ever.

You used to love how full this place was. The noise, the laughter, the small, everyday conversations that you never thought twice about. The way your mother used to hum in the kitchen, how your father always forgot where he put his keys, the way your siblings would bicker over the smallest things, only to make up ten minutes later like nothing had happened.

It was home.

A car crash had torn them away from you. One by one, bone by bone. You never even got to say goodbye properly. One moment, they were there, and the next, they weren’t. The walls still held the echoes of their presence, but they felt like ghosts now. Shadows of the life you had built together.

They were gone. All of them.

You barely moved from the bed after that. What was the point? You couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw them. Their smiles, their touches, the way they had loved you so fiercely. And then you saw their broken bodies, the blood, the lifeless stares. It was like drowning in an ocean of grief, unable to breathe, unable to escape.

Sevika stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you curled up in bed, the same way you’d been for days. The curtains were drawn, the room stale from being shut up too long. Dishes sat untouched on the nightstand, evidence of her previous, failed attempts to get you to eat.

She hated this.

Hated seeing you like this. Hated not knowing what to say, what to do. She wasn’t good at comfort, never had been, but the sight of you wasting away in grief made her chest ache in ways she didn’t know how to fix.

A heavy sigh left her lips as she stepped inside, the mattress dipping as she sat beside you. “You need to eat, doll.”

Still standing in the doorway of your bedroom, arms crossed. You ignored her. You were curled up under the blankets, staring at the wall. She sighed heavily, running a hand down her face. "This isn’t what they would want for you."

You didn’t respond. Didn’t move. Just pulled the blankets tighter around yourself, your shoulders trembling from another quiet sob.

You hated it. Hated when people tried to use the dead as a reason for the living to keep going. What did they know? They weren’t the ones who lost everything.

She reached out, pressing a rough hand against your back. “I know it hurts, baby” she murmured. “And I know nothing I say is gonna make it better. But you have to eat, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, curling in on yourself. “Not hungry."

She exhaled sharply, rubbing slow circles over your back. “I don’t care if you’re not hungry.”

She stood abruptly, leaving the room without another word. When she returned, she had a bowl of soup in her hands, steam curling up toward the ceiling. She set it down on the nightstand and sat back on the bed. “Sit up.”

You wanted to tell her to fuck off, to leave you alone. But she wasn’t going anywhere. You knew that. She was stubborn. More stubborn than you.

Sevika gritted her teeth. She wasn’t used to being gentle, but for you, she tried. She softened her tone, brushed stray hairs from your damp cheeks. “C’mon, doll. Just a sip.”

Reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, wincing at the stiffness in your limbs. Sevika sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a bowl of soup. You stared at it. It smelled good. Your stomach twisted, but you had ignored your hunger for so long that it barely registered anymore.

"Eat," she said, her voice a little softer this time.

You sniffled, shifting slightly under the blankets. It was the most movement she’d seen from you in days.

Slowly, carefully, she slid an arm under your shoulders, guiding you upright. You were sluggish, weak from days of not eating, but you didn’t fight her. “Just one, for me at least, love.”

Your lips parted, and she watched with relief as you took a small sip.

She took that as a win.

“There you go,” she murmured. “That’s my girl.”

The first spoonful was hard to swallow. The second was easier. By the third, you realized just how starving you actually were.

You took another one

And another

And another

Sevika didn’t say anything while you ate. She just sat there, watching, making sure you finished. When you handed her the empty bowl, she nodded approvingly.

She takes the bowl from your hands, placing it next to the small cabinet by the bed, soon, holding you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"You’re gonna keep eating," she told you. "Even if I have to sit here every damn day and shove food in your mouth myself."

A weak, breathy laugh escaped you before you could stop it. It felt foreign, wrong. But Sevika smirked, shaking her head.

"Good to know you can still laugh, at least, hm?."

She couldn’t take away the pain.

But she’d be damned if she let it take you away too.

Sevika didn’t rush you. She never did. She let you sit in that heavy silence for as long as you needed, her presence steady, a quiet force beside you. But eventually, she shifted, and you felt her eyes on you.

“You need a bath,” she murmured, not unkindly. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You exhaled slowly, but even that felt like effort. You knew she was right. You could feel the weight of exhaustion clinging to your skin, the stiffness in your limbs, the way your clothes felt like they’d fused to your body after too many nights of lying in bed, doing nothing but sinking deeper into yourself.

Still, moving felt impossible.

Sevika didn’t sigh, didn’t chastise you. She simply stood, reaching for your hands and pulling you up with a gentleness you weren’t sure you deserved.

The bathroom was warm, the tub already filling with steaming water by the time you got there. Sevika moved with quiet efficiency, rolling up her sleeves, checking the temperature with her fingers before glancing back at you. You hovered at the doorway, arms wrapped around yourself like you were bracing for something.

Sevika tilted her head. “Let me help,” she said, softer this time.

You didn’t resist as she stepped forward, fingers carefully lifting the hem of your shirt. She undressed you with the same methodical patience she did everything else—slow, deliberate, never lingering in a way that made you feel exposed. It wasn’t about that. It was about getting you to do something, anything, about the state you were in.

Once you were settled in the tub, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The warmth wrapped around you, seeping into your aching muscles, loosening something tight in your chest.

Sevika knelt beside you, dipping a washcloth into the water before running it along your arm, then up to your shoulder, then your neck. She worked in silence, her touch firm but careful, like she was trying to wash away more than just the dirt and sweat.

You closed your eyes, letting her take care of you.

When the water cooled, she handed you a towel, watching as you dried off and pulled on fresh clothes. It felt strange, feeling even slightly human again, like stepping into a body you hadn’t fully inhabited in a while.

But Sevika wasn’t done.

“Teeth,” she said, arms crossed over her chest. “Then we’re getting out of here for a bit.”

You wanted to groan, to curl back into yourself, but the way she was looking at you—the way she had stayed, despite everything—made it impossible to say no.

So, you brushed your teeth while she stood in the doorway, watching you like you might change your mind at any second. The toothpaste foamed up too fast, making you gag slightly, and Sevika snorted. It was such a normal sound, so utterly mundane, that it almost made you smile.

By the time you both stepped outside, the sunlight felt too bright, the air too sharp against your skin. The park wasn’t crowded, but the noise still felt strange after so many days of suffocating silence. Families sat on blankets, couples strolled hand in hand, kids ran across the grass with the kind of carefree joy that felt like something from another life.

Sevika kept close, her hand finding its usual place at the small of your back. She didn’t rush you, letting you set the pace, letting you get used to the world again.

For a little while, it was okay.

Then, suddenly, it wasn’t.

The weight of everything pressed in too fast, too sudden. The laughter of strangers felt like a reminder of everything you had lost. The sun felt like an intrusion, too harsh, too exposing. The ground beneath your feet didn’t feel stable anymore, and before you even realized it, your breath hitched, your vision blurred, and the world tilted.

Sevika moved instantly, guiding you toward a bench, pressing you down onto it before you could fully unravel.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice low, steady. One hand rubbed slow circles into your back, the other gripping yours like an anchor. “Just breathe.”

But you couldn’t. You pressed your face into your hands, shoulders shaking, the grief clawing its way out of you before you could stop it.

Sevika didn’t tell you to stop crying. She didn’t try to fix it. She just sat there, letting you break apart, letting you feel everything you had been trying so desperately to ignore.

And when the worst of it passed, when your body slumped in exhaustion, Sevika exhaled through her nose and said, “C’mon. You need something sweet.”

You let her pull you to your feet, let her lead you toward a small cart selling ice cream. She handed the vendor a few coins, then passed you a cone.

“Eat,” she said simply.

You took a slow, tentative bite. The cold was sharp against your tongue, a contrast to the heaviness in your chest. But it wasn’t bad. It was… nice. Almost.

Then, before you could take another bite, a small blur of motion crashed into you. A kid, running too fast, not watching where they were going. You barely had time to stumble before the ice cream tumbled from your hand, landing in a sad, melted splat on the pavement.

For a moment, you just stared at it. Sevika did too.

Then, unexpectedly, you laughed. It wasn’t forced or broken. It was real. Surprised. Something small but genuine cracking through the heaviness.

Sevika blinked, then snorted, shaking her head.

The kid, looking guilty as hell, stammered out a rushed, “Sorry!” before sprinting off again. And you laughed even harder.

Sevika sighed, shaking her head as she turned back to the vendor. “Another one.”

The man chuckled, handing her a new cone, which she passed to you with a smirk. “Try not to drop this one, yeah?”

You took it, nudging her playfully with your elbow. “No promises.”

Sevika just huffed, but there was something softer in her gaze, something close to relief. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in as you both sat back down on the bench, watching the world move around you.

Things weren’t fixed. They weren’t magically better, nothing work like that.

But for now, in this moment, it was enough.

[tojisbestslut]

can you please write about Ambessa and Grayson x fem! assistant, the girl is very absent-minded and clumsy. (thanks in advance)

╭──╯ ambessa medarda x grayson x reader ｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡ ˗ˏˋ masterlist ´ˎ˗

CW: whipping, mouth being stuffed with panties, bruising up, dacryphilia, humiliation, punishment, mean ambessa, grayson won't save you from her

"hey um, how do you spell noxus?" you tried whispering sneakily into grayson's ear without catching anyone's attention around the table. ambessa, sitting beside grayson, raised an eyebrow in surprise and tilted her head slowly, genuinely surprised by your stupidity. grayson narrowed her eyes at you and her lips turned into a thin line as she huffed in annoyance. grabbing the pen rudely from your hand, scrawling the word in a piece of paper lazily.

the heavy silence around the table kept continuing as people were busy reading maps and writing down strategies while you started at grayson's handwriting, looking at the word, pouting with confusion with a small frown. "that's a weird spelling" you mumbled into your neck tilting your body towards grayson to hear. you caught the movement of her nostrils from the inhale she took out of irritation, and giggled silently.

"that's quite the assistant you got there, grasyon" ambessa called you out, breaking the silence. you clinched your jaw as you were brought to the center of attention by her mocking tone, people looking up at you with raised eyebrows and questioning looks. feeling slightly uncomfortable, you squirmed in your seat, rolling your eyes. "that's rich coming from someone who's city is spelled so weird" you mumbled under your breath, audible for everyone to hear, receiving some shocked gasps.

"young lady!" grayson called you out with shock, eyes widened at how you openly disrespected the general. not feeling the seriousness of the situation, you shrugged your shoulders and moved your lips downwards, body language indicating you did not regret what you just did. ambessa smiled in a corner, smelling your youthful urge to throw snarky rude comebacks every chance you get. sighing, she shook her head in amusement as she continued with her work, leaving you with your thoughts alone, making you think you won the argument.

your sobs got muffled from your panties getting shoved in your mouth by ambessa, as tears ran down your face, wetting your cheeks. the meeting was finished and you were now laid on your stomach on the same desk you mouth sassed ambessa, legs hanging in the air as you slightly shivered from your stomach touching the coldness of the wood. you squirmed in discomfort and tried crawling away from ambessa standing behind you, only for her to drag you back again by your hips, landing another hit on your ass by her whip. "keep writing you brat"

she said with annoyance, watching your shaky hands writing noxus with a horrible hand writing on the paper, as your whole body was quivering from the pain she was inflicting on your ass. there were many papers scattered around you on the table, noxus written on all of them. they were disgustingly wet from your drool, tears and snot. as she hit you again, you sobbed into your panties, looking at grayson who was standing in a corner, watching the scene carefully, slightly frowning.

catching you stop writing, ambessa quickly lands the whip on your back, causing you to scream from pain on a new place. "continue writing, she isn't going to save you" she spat with anger, dragging her fingers on the bruises forming on your skin. you sniffed as you continued writing the word for the thousands time, your tears destroying the paper. grayson walked towards you and leans next to your head, dragging her lips on your ears, licking them wet. "that's what you get for mouthing off" she said with a mocking tone, standing up straight as she forced you to look at her by gripping your hair harshly. "not everyone is as forgiving as I am" she said with a smile, cleaning your tears with her thumb.

ambessa quickly landed another hit on your ass, dragging you back from the small sense of comfort grayson was giving you. you kept crying as your body started giving up on you, the pen falling from your hand and rolling on the floor. ambessa raised an eyebrow and grabbed your neck, whispering into your ear "what? still think the spelling is weird?" with all the energy left in your body, you moved your head, muffling apologizing words the best you could. she shrugged her shoulders as she tossed the whip aside, cracking her nuckles. "too bad, I'm not done with you yet."

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[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

Could you make... yandere sevika?😳

My first request 🤭 (I'm still a shitty writer, please excuse me 😔)

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

Toxic Yandere!Sevika 🦾

You knew she was a very protective person when you first started dating. If someone even so much as touches your skin, she's quick to pull you closer to her.

She doesn't let you go out of the house without her. She says it's to keep you safe, because according to her there were alot of mean people out there, but in reality, she couldn't let other people look at her girl the way she does.

She has no problem setting an example of what will happen if someone even thinks of hitting on you. You're hers, and everybody knows that by now. She never fails on making that very clear to people.

When you first met, she saw you were a naive little social butterfly that she felt the need to "protect". A man was hitting on you, and you didn't even realize it. Sevika didn't even know you, but it made her blood boil that someone was attempting to corrupt something so... Innocent.

She was eyeing the mad. When she saw his hands gently graze your thigh, she immediately got up, and went to your table. She tries her best to put on a friendly face for a friendly girl like you.

"Hi, it's the first time I've ever seen you here. What's a pretty lady like you doing at a place like this?" Sevika winks. She can deal with the man later. You saw the woman before you. She was tall, dark, and handsome. Your attention immediately shifts to her, completely forgetting about the man buying your third drink.

You smile at her. "Oh, Hi! This kind man invited me here, he said he wanted to buy me a drink." You say, gesturing to the guy who was clearly offended, because his moves on you were clearly cut off now because some dyke decided to come by.

"Hey, why don't you fuck off for a bit, and I'll take over buying drinks for this pretty girl, hm?" She says as she takes a chair, and puts it right between you and the man. She was intentionally doing this to piss him off, so that he'd throw the first punch, just so she can finish him off already.

The guy's eyes widen, and he was fuming. "Why don't you fuck off you dyke!" He violently pushes Sevika, and she intentionally stumbles. He clearly didn't know who Sevika was. Perfect.

You push the man, and tend to Sevika. "What is wrong with you mister?! Why are you so mean?!" This was perfect for Sevika. She has your attention now, and the guy finally made his move. "I'll be fine, doll. Go get yourself a drink, put it on my tab" She winks at you, as she gets up. "Wanna take this outside, pal?" She taunts him. The man didn't reply. He threw a punch at her face that looked like it hurt, but Sevika looked back at you and was smiling. There was blood coming out of her nose, and her mouth was all bloody. You can't lie and say you didn't find this very attractive.

And with that, Sevika finally reveals her mechanical arm, and gave the man a nasty uppercut that'll leave the taste of metal in his mouth for days as he flies back. Sevika grins at the man as she walks towards him. She whispers something in his ear "There will be more where that came from." She chuckles, and pulls the man by his collar, and takes him outside.

You stood up. You wanted to follow her, but someone pulls you back. "Don't. She'll deal with them. What drink do you want?" The bartender asks. You feel a little guilty so you don't answer. You can't possibly get a drink from the woman who's doing all this for you. You were just so worried for her. The bartender just nods, and gives you a drink anyway, because he knows Sevika will be out for him if he doesn't.

When she came back, the bar was silent. You didn't know this, but this was the first time she claimed you, and you barely knew her name. "Are you okay, miss?" She breaks the silence. You nod, and you just stare at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. And you knew in that moment you had to have her.

She doesn't outwardly tell you what she does to all the men who hit on you. All you know is that you never see their faces again, and that's all you ever need to know. Again, she's not above locking you in the house if she has to. You're all hers, and she's all yours too. You might be naive, but that's what she's there for according to her. And she's right, she's all you'll ever need from then on.

Sevika takes such good care of you though. You like her protectiveness. Specially while she's playing poker with her friends, and you're sitting on her lap, or right beside her, she could be fingering you at the moment, and no one would dare to even direct their gaze at you.

Sevika doesn't like it when you wear something a little too revealing, but she'll let it slide once in awhile but only when she's right beside you though.

One time, Finn accidentally mistook you for one of Babette's workers when you were wearing a tube top, and let's just say that's how he got his metal jaw from. The only reason that he was still even alive at that time was because of his business with Silco, but he was out of commission for awhile after that incident.

Let's just say Yandere!Sevika doesn't play, and she'd do anything to keep you safe.

[bellsofthebooks]

How about all of them? Like… every single one of them? Together in one big ass house. Yes, yes, that’ll do it.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! - 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬, 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚, 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐕𝐢𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐌𝐞𝐥

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲(𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲) 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞), 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞/ 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐦𝐥. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞....໒( ᓀ ‸ ᓂ )७

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who meets you by complete accident. You weren’t looking for a sugar daddy, but Jayce was definitely looking for someone to spoil. Maybe you worked at a café near his office, your customer service smile making his heart stutter every time he came in for his overpriced espresso. Or maybe you were a friend-of-a-friend at some fancy charity gala, out of place in a dress you borrowed just to blend in. Either way, he clocked you instantly—soft, sweet, and so tempting. And when he heard you offhandedly mention needing a little extra cash? Well. That was an opportunity he wasn’t about to pass up.

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who is shameless about his wealth. He won’t outright flash cash in your face, but you’ll know within the first twenty minutes of talking to him that he’s rich-rich. Designer suit? Custom. Car? One of many. The watch on his wrist? Costs more than a year’s rent. He’s not bragging—he just enjoys nice things, and he wants you to enjoy them, too. He loves watching your eyes widen when he hands you a little shopping bag with something pretty inside, murmuring, “Go on, baby, open it.”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who doesn’t do subtle. He doesn’t just send you money—he wires it directly into your account with zero hesitation. No sneaky Venmo requests, no waiting for you to ask. You’ll wake up to a casual $5,000 deposit with a text that says, “Get yourself something nice, sweetheart.”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who makes it clear from the start that this is all on your terms. If you just want a platonic arrangement? Fine, he’ll be your generous benefactor, no problem. But if you do want something more? If you want to let him kiss down your throat after a fancy dinner, press you into silk sheets in a penthouse suite, murmur filthy things against your skin while he unzips your dress? That’s even better.

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who is so goddamn weak for you. If you so much as pout at him, he’ll cave. You could say, “Jayce, I saw these earrings—” and he’s already pulling out his card, nodding, “Get them, baby. And the matching necklace.” If you bat your lashes at him and whine about being cold? He’ll drape his expensive coat over your shoulders and hold you close, grumbling, “Gonna have to start keeping you wrapped up in furs, huh?”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who loves showing you off. You’ll never feel out of place on his arm, even at the most exclusive events. He’ll make sure you have a closet full of luxury, and he lives for the moment you step out in something new, watching his friends’ eyes go wide. “Damn, Jayce, where’d you find her?” And he’ll just smirk, pulling you in close and murmuring in your ear, “They’re all jealous, sweetheart.”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who gets filthy when he’s had a few drinks. After a night out, he’ll press you against the door before you can even get your shoes off, his lips hot and desperate against your neck. “You look so fuckin’ good in that dress, baby… but I bet you’d look even better out of it.” If you let him? He’ll pull you into his lap, his voice dropping into a needy rasp as he grinds you down against his cock. “C’mon, sweetheart, lemme take care of you. You know I love spoiling my girl.”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who gets possessive in bed. He’ll never push, never demand, but if you let him? Oh, he’s gripping your thighs, spreading you open, and moaning about how pretty you look taking his cock. He’ll hold your face, make you look at him while he fucks into you, murmuring between ragged breaths, “You like bein’ spoiled, huh? Like knowing you’re mine?”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who is completely whipped for you. If you ever call him while you’re out shopping, asking if you can get something? His response is always, “Get it, baby. Get two.” You wanna sit in his lap at dinner? He’ll pull you in without a second thought, smirking at how flustered you get when his fingers start idly tracing circles on your thigh. You wanna ride him in the backseat of his car after a long night? “Fuck, sweetheart, you don’t even have to ask.”

Sugar Daddy! Jayce who adores you, no matter what. You could come to him in pajamas, hair messy, no makeup on, and he’d still look at you like you hung the damn moon. He loves how soft you are, how warm, how sweet. And if anyone ever tries to disrespect you? Well. Let’s just say Jayce doesn’t mind throwing money—or a punch—to protect what’s his.

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Sugar Daddy! Viktor who wasn’t looking for a sugar baby, but somehow ended up with you anyway. Maybe you were a barista at his favorite café, always slipping him extra sugar packets when he looked tired. Maybe you were a broke student struggling with tuition, and he overheard you venting about how you might have to drop a class. However it happened, he found himself saying something like, “I could help, you know.” At first, you thought he was joking—until he was wiring money into your account without a second thought.

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who acts like it’s completely normal to fund your entire lifestyle. Need rent money? Already transferred. Want a new laptop? He’s sending links to the best models. Thinking about quitting your job because it’s exhausting you? “Then quit, darling. I’ll take care of it.” He makes it sound so logical, as if it only makes sense that he should provide for you.

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who has a soft spot for your little indulgences. You mention wanting a new perfume? It’s on your dresser the next day. You offhandedly say you miss a certain snack from your childhood? He finds a way to get it imported. You could be scrolling online, sighing wistfully at something, and he’ll just smirk, “Do you want it, or are you going to make me guess?”

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who loves spoiling you in ways that feel personal. He’s not flashy like Jayce, but he pays attention. If he notices you’ve been stressed, he’ll book you a spa day. If you have an important event, he’ll arrange for a stylist. And if he sees you shivering even slightly? He’s wrapping his coat around your shoulders before you can protest, murmuring, “There. Better?”

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who is a little condescending about how much you need him. He likes that you rely on him. He enjoys the way you come to him for everything, his voice dripping with amusement whenever he says, “You’re quite helpless without me, aren’t you, darling?” And if you try to deny it? He just smirks and tucks a wad of cash into your pocket. “Then by all means, don’t spend it.”

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who gets off on the power imbalance, just a little. He’s not cruel, but there’s something about knowing you depend on him that makes him shiver. The way you lean into his touch when he strokes your cheek, the way you bite your lip when you ask for something, the way you thank him so sweetly—it all makes him ache with possessive need.

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who turns into a menace when he’s teasing you. He’ll let you sit in his lap, but only if you can behave. He’ll take you shopping but make you ask properly. He loves drawing out your desperation, whether it’s for money, gifts, or even just his touch. “You want something from me, don’t you? Then use your words, sweetheart.”

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who is surprisingly rough when he finally gives in. He spends so much time being controlled, being composed—but when he wants you? That control shatters. He’ll pull you onto his lap and grind you against his thigh, his breath hot against your ear. “Is this what you wanted, hm? My hands on you? My cock inside you?” He’s a mess when he fucks you, panting, “Mine. You’re mine.”

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who makes you say it. He loves hearing you acknowledge your dependence on him, whether it’s a simple, “Thank you, Viktor,” or something far filthier. His favorite? “I belong to you.” Say it while he’s fucking into you, while you’re clinging to him, while he’s got your thighs trembling—and he’ll give you anything you ask for.

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who has no problem reminding you who takes care of you. If you ever try to push his generosity away, he’ll tilt his head, amused. “Oh? You don’t need my money? Interesting. Tell me, how much was that dress you’re wearing? Those shoes? That pretty necklace?” And when you have no answer? He’ll just chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead. “That’s what I thought, my dear.”

Sugar Daddy! Viktor who is possessive, but in a quiet, inescapable way. He’s not loud about it, but you know he doesn’t like sharing. If someone flirts with you, he won’t cause a scene—he’ll just wrap an arm around your waist and murmur, “Having fun, darling? Or should I remind you who really takes care of you?” And if you so much as hesitate? He’s pulling you into his lap the second you get home, his grip firm on your hips. “Mine.”

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Sugar Mommy! Mel who chose you the moment she saw you. You didn’t find Mel—Mel found you. Maybe you were serving drinks at a high-profile event, your uniform neat but clearly a little worn. Maybe she caught you in the art gallery, staring longingly at a piece you could never afford. Whatever it was, she saw potential. And when she saw you hesitate, checking the price tag on something as small as a cocktail, she made her move.

Sugar Mommy! Mel who is effortlessly smooth about it. There’s no awkward “Hey, do you want a sugar mommy?” conversation. No, Mel makes you want it before you even realize what’s happening. She invites you out for drinks, orders the best wine without glancing at the menu, and when the bill comes? She doesn’t even look at it. Her generosity is so casual, so natural, that by the time she’s slipping a sleek black card into your hand and saying, “Use it whenever you need, darling,” you already know you belong to her.

Sugar Mommy! Mel who doesn’t just spoil you—she elevates you. She doesn’t want to simply throw money at you. No, she wants to transform you. Your wardrobe? Remade. Your living situation? Upgraded. Your confidence? Unshakable. She doesn’t just buy you things—she molds you into someone who turns heads just by walking into a room.

Sugar Mommy! Mel who has exquisite taste and expects you to match it. If she’s taking you to dinner, she’s sending you to a stylist first. If you’re attending an event with her, she’s having something custom-tailored for you. And if you dare show up wearing something less than perfect? She’ll simply smile, brush her fingers along your collar, and murmur, “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

Sugar Mommy! Mel who loves to tease you about your newfound luxury. If you ever hesitate before accepting something, she just tilts her head, amused. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty, sweetheart. What else is all this wealth for, if not to indulge you?” She lives for the moment you finally let go, when you stop questioning whether you deserve it and just accept that you’re hers.

Sugar Mommy! Mel who adores the power imbalance. She doesn’t shove it in your face, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. She loves how small you feel in her world, how much you need her. And when you get overwhelmed by it all? She strokes your cheek, kisses you softly, and murmurs, “Shh, darling. You don’t have to worry about a thing. That’s what I’m here for.”

Sugar Mommy! Mel who absolutely wrecks you in bed. The same careful, refined Mel who speaks in perfect, elegant tones? Gone. In her place is someone who commands you, who takes what she wants while making you beg for it. She’ll have you spread out on silk sheets, one manicured hand between your thighs as she hums, “Tell me, sweet thing… do you think you’ve earned this?”

Sugar Mommy! Mel who has a wicked streak when she’s in the mood to tease. If you so much as think about bratting, she’s laughing softly, shaking her head. “Oh, darling. You do know that acting out only makes me want to punish you, don’t you?” And punishment? It’s slow, drawn-out, deliberate. She’ll have you squirming, begging, unable to think of anything but her voice purring in your ear, “Good girls wait, don’t they?”

Sugar Mommy! Mel who makes you say thank you for everything. She loves hearing it slip from your lips—breathless, needy, desperate. Whether it’s for a new dress, a new car, or the way she’s got her fingers buried inside you, she expects those two little words. “Thank you, Mel.” And if you forget? She just smiles, kisses the corner of your mouth, and whispers, “Try again, sweetheart.”

Sugar Mommy! Mel who never lets you forget that you belong to her. You can flirt, you can tease, but at the end of the day? She owns you. And if anyone tries to overstep? If someone gets too bold, too familiar? She won’t make a scene. She doesn’t need to. She’ll simply pull you into her lap later that night, her fingers tracing your skin, her voice velvet-soft as she murmurs, “You’re mine, darling. Say it for me.”

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Sugar Daddy! JayVik who didn’t intend to share, but once they saw you, they couldn’t help themselves. At first, Jayce and Viktor had no reason to entertain the idea of a sugar baby. They had each other, they were successful, and money was never an issue. But then you entered their lives—maybe as an intern, maybe as a struggling student, maybe as someone who simply caught Jayce’s eye first. He was the one who started it, offering little gifts, slipping a card into your bag, but Viktor? He was watching. And when he finally spoke up, smirking at Jayce’s obvious infatuation, all he said was, “Are you going to keep her all to yourself, or should I have a taste?”

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who balance each other out perfectly in their spoiling. Jayce is the grand, dramatic one. He wants to take you on vacations, buy you expensive jewelry, show you off. Viktor, on the other hand, is calculated in his generosity. He doesn’t just buy you gifts—he curates them. He watches what you linger on in stores, what you sigh wistfully over, and makes sure it’s waiting for you before you even ask. Together? They create a perfect storm of indulgence.

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who both love watching you get used to luxury. Jayce gets all giddy when you finally stop hesitating before spending their money, while Viktor just smirks knowingly when you start accepting their gifts as a given. “Ah, you’re learning,” he murmurs, slipping a designer bag into your hands. “Took you long enough, darling.”

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who are so different in their possessiveness. Jayce is obvious—wrapping an arm around you in public, grinning as he introduces you as their girl. Viktor, on the other hand, is more subtle. He doesn’t need to declare anything—he simply reminds you in quiet, inescapable ways. A hand at the small of your back, a murmured “Ours, aren’t you?” when someone looks a little too long.

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who both love teasing you, but in very different ways. Jayce is playful, teasing you with gifts, making you ask properly before he spoils you. “You want me to buy it, sweetheart? Gotta hear you say please.”

Viktor is downright mean with his teasing. He’ll withhold just to hear you beg, just to see that little desperate pout. “You can have it, my dear. But only if you prove you deserve it.”

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who have a very interesting dynamic when it comes to sex. Jayce is loud, desperate, needy. He whimpers, begs, gets completely lost in the feeling of you between them. Viktor is quiet, intense, commanding. He doesn’t just fuck you—he studies you, learns exactly what makes you fall apart.

Together? You don’t stand a chance. Jayce is moaning in your ear about how good you feel, how perfect you are, while Viktor is holding your chin, forcing you to look at him as he murmurs, “You can take more, can’t you, darling?”

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who are both insatiable when it comes to you. Jayce can’t keep his hands off you, always pulling you into his lap, always kissing you just a little too deeply in public. Viktor, on the other hand, is more restrained—but that only makes it worse when he finally snaps. When he does decide he wants you? He’s relentless, murmuring filth in your ear while Jayce is already a mess beneath you.

Sugar Daddy! JayVik who both make sure you never forget who you belong to. Jayce does it with his enthusiasm, always touching, always reminding you, “You’re ours, baby. No one else gets to have you.” Viktor does it with his control, holding your chin, tilting your face up so you have to meet his gaze as he murmurs, “Say it for me, sweet thing. Tell us who owns you.” And when you do? When you moan, “You—both of you, I belong to you,”—Jayce groans like he’s about to fall apart, and Viktor just smirks, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Good girl.”

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Sugar Daddy! JayMel who saw you, exchanged a single glance, and decided. You didn’t stand a chance—not when Mel’s sharp eyes appraised you like something she was considering acquiring, not when Jayce leaned in with that easy, dazzling smile. Maybe you caught Jayce’s attention first—laughing at a bar, struggling to carry too many books at a café, hesitating before ordering the cheapest drink on the menu. But it was Mel who sealed your fate. One perfectly arched brow, one quiet murmur in Jayce’s ear, and suddenly he was approaching you, grinning, as if it was his idea.

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who make it feel effortless. Being spoiled by Jayce and Mel isn’t a negotiation. It isn’t something you ask for. It’s simply something that happens. One moment, you’re living your normal life, and the next? You’re drowning in luxury. A black card slipped into your hand with a casual “Use it for whatever you need, sweetheart.” A boutique owner greeting you by name because Mel already made arrangements. A reservation at the best restaurant in the city without you even realizing they owned it.

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who balance each other’s spoiling in very different ways. Jayce is the type to see you glance at something expensive and buy it immediately. No hesitation. No questions. He loves watching your eyes light up when he surprises you with something ridiculous. Mel, on the other hand, enjoys control. She doesn’t just throw money at you—she curates your life. Every gift is intentional, every change calculated. And she lives for the moment you realize she’s been shaping you into exactly what she wants.

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who absolutely love seeing you get comfortable with being spoiled. Jayce gets giddy when you finally stop hesitating before accepting their money. He’ll tease you about it—“See? Told you it feels good to be taken care of, baby.” Mel, on the other hand, is smug about it. She just hums, brushes a finger under your chin, and murmurs, “That’s a good girl. You’re learning.”

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who are both possessive, but in different ways. Jayce is obvious—arm around your waist, introducing you as “Ours”, glaring at anyone who even thinks about getting too close. Mel? She doesn’t need to be loud about it. She simply owns the room, and by extension, owns you. If someone oversteps? One look from her, one coolly spoken “I don’t believe you were invited to touch what’s mine,” and the poor idiot immediately backs off.

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who love teasing you together. Jayce is playful, laughing as he tugs you into his lap, whispering in your ear, “C’mon, baby, you know you like it when we spoil you.”Mel is cruel with her teasing. She’ll sit back, sipping her wine, watching you squirm under their attention before murmuring, “If you want something, darling, you’ll have to earn it.”

Together? You don’t stand a chance. Jayce is coaxing, tempting, urging you to ask for more, while Mel sits there like a queen, waiting for you to break.

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who are so different in bed, but both leave you ruined. Jayce is needy. He whines, groans, begs when Mel lets him have you, pressing desperate kisses against your skin, moaning about how good you feel. Mel is controlled. She studies you, learns exactly how to undo you, and then takes her time doing it. “I wonder,” she murmurs, trailing fingers down your stomach, “how long can we keep you like this?”

Together? They wreck you. Jayce is panting in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, while Mel is watching, smirking, murmuring, “Such a pretty mess, aren’t you?”

Sugar Daddy! JayMel who make sure you never forget who you belong to. Jayce says it, constantly, grinning against your skin, whispering, “Ours, baby. All ours.” Mel reminds you without words—a gentle grip on your jaw, a look that commands obedience, a murmured, “Say it for me.” And when you do—when you moan, “Yours, I’m yours”, Jayce groans like he’s about to fall apart, and Mel just smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

[bitchface24-7]

The old man cravings are at it again- (Not like they ever left) I just can't get enough about Silco. ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR LAST POST OMFGG AMAZING!

You already know how I feel about that man and like omg im already foaming at the mouth thinking about him but like- Silco x Chubby/Bigger girl.. Im on my knees and I (NOT TO VENT) could use a little something to believe my favs would love me and my body :3

Thank you and I hope you are doing well! Glad to see you writing and posting again. You always cook!

THE QUEEN OF ZAUN - SILCO X READER

synopsis: you’ve known Silco for quite some time now. You were a Sister of Zaun, you were there when everything went wrong, you were the one to patch Silco up, and you were by his side when he took over the Lanes. Who better to be the one on his arm? His confidant, his companion, his partner… His Queen.

warnings: non-descriptive violence, mentions of the bridge bombing and betrayal, fluff, suggestiveness, pre-established relationship, grinding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, getting caught, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Why'd they make this old man hot??? Everyone enjoys his character now but I was in the trenches back when we only had S1 and EVERYONE HATED HIM 😭😭 LIKE WHERE WERE YALL BEFORE???? Anyways hope y'all enjoy it!

You've been by Silco’s side for as long as you can remember. He's a few years older than you, and you thought he was the coolest guy ever. Especially when he kind of took you under his wing as a Freedom Fighter for Zaun. You all called each other brothers and sisters, it was a found family that you'd kill for. That you'd die for.

Then the bridge explosion happened.

Countless of brothers and sisters dead. Either by the bomb, or by the relentless enforcers. There was so much smoke, so much blood.

It still haunts your nightmares.

What came after was even worse.

You remember being distraught over how you found Silco. His wavy dark hair drenched in toxic water, clinging to his sculpted face. Bruises around his neck and arms, a nasty laceration on his face— blinding one of his teal eyes.

The wound was raw, red, and looked painful. It oozed pus— infected due to the dirty water he was submerged in.

Silco was quiet. His confident, chatty, sarcastic nature no where to be found. His one clear eye was dark, an anger you've never seen before surfacing on his pretty face.

You asked what happened. What did this? Who did this? He only said one word that explained everything. That one word also broke your heart.

“Vander.”

With that, you cared for Silco to the best of your abilities. He's treasured that care, and he will continue to treasure that care till the day he dies.

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That was a little over a decade ago, the two of you in your early twenties. Now you've grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally. The two of you aren't the same people you were back then.

Silco is much colder. He's manipulative, he uses his charms to get what he wants by any means necessary. He's got the Lanes wrapped around his pinky finger.

But you've got him wrapped around yours.

You're not as naive anymore. Not as kind or generous. These past few years have hardened you, and have shown you that loyalty and respect are earned; not given.

Gone are the two young dreamers who wore stitched-together clothing, wild hair and even wilder eyes.

Silco dawns form-fitting suits, jackets, and polished shoes. Expensive accessories and even more expensive cigars.

You have been gifted a multitude of fancy gifts. Each one more expensive than the last.

Now, you match Silco to a T. A black slinky dress dawns your curvaceous figure, sharp black stiletto heels, dark red nails with a matching dark red lip, a massive rock on your ring finger, and a two-toned fur coat.

Only the best for his wife.

You're one of his soft spots, Jinx, your adopted daughter being the second.

Many have tried to get in Silco’s good books. Very very few succeed.

Men with too much lip and not enough action.

Women who try to warm his bed, stating they're better than you. They're thinner, more “beautiful”, they're the ones who should be seen on his arm.

Silco can’t help but roll his eye at that. He’ll scoff and look down his nose at them with a dark, “She’s a goddess among men. You're a cheap, fake rendition trying desperately to cling to a station not meant for you. Now leave, before you make it so that today is your last day.”

They always leave the office in tears. Bottom lip wobbling as mascara streaks down their cheeks. You can't help but smirk as they shoot you nasty glares. Your perfectly painted lips are full of smug venom, your wedding ring sparkling as you sarcastically wiggle your fingers goodbye.

The woman always huff, crying a bit harder as they leave.

Pathetic.

You casually sashay into the office and see your love sitting at his desk, one hand rubbing his temple as the other swirls his bourbon.

“Hello darling.”

At your voice, Silco’s head jolts up. A rare smile graces his handsome face. You close the door behind you and lock it.

No need for anymore interruptions.

“Sweetheart, it's nice to finally see you. You've been hiding away all day.”

You sigh jokingly, sitting atop Silco’s desk. Your fur coat slides down your arms and rests in the crook of your elbow, showing off your upper body. Your neck, shoulders, chest, cleavage and upper back are devoured by Silco’s hungry gaze.

“I didn't want to intrude. It seems like you had some... Company while I was away.”

Silco scoffs, messing up his usually perfect hair and takes a big swig of his bourbon, “Unwanted company sweetness. They keep trying, those idiots.”

You laugh, fully dropping your coat onto his desk and sitting in his lap. Silco's hands rest against your full hips as you settle down comfortably.

Your tone is saccharine and purr-like as you play with Silco’s hair and trace his sharp features, “Well… you are the most powerful man in Zaun, and the most attractive. I can understand why they want you so desperately.”

Silco’s smirk makes you shiver lightly, “And how would you know that?”

“Because I was just as desperate a decade ago.”

Silco chuckles, a deep grumbly sound emitting from his chest, it makes your panties damp, “I remember. You following me like a lost little duckling. All doe-eyed and bitten-lipped.”

You pull Silco close by the nape of the neck, and kiss his scarred cheek slowly, leaving behind a perfect red imprint, “Well it worked out in my favour didn't it? I remember finally getting you where I desperately desired. How I rubbed it in to the other Sisters of Zaun.” your tone full of smug satisfaction.

“Yes, we fucked desperately inside a random storage closet, like most young adults do.”

Your laugh is loud, and full of joy. It causes a smile to overtake Silco's face.

“There's one thing I miss from all those years ago.”

“And what's that, sweetheart?”

“Your longer hair… and eyeliner. I miss pulling on it when you ate me out and fucked me. Seeing the eyeliner roll down those high cheekbones was just a bonus.”

Silco lunges forward and kisses you, you swear your lips will be all puffy due to the force used. The kiss becomes messy, as the two of you grind against one another, eventually you pull back and see red all over Silco's face.

His cheeks are flushed red, his face has perfect lip marks, his lips are the same red yours are, and his hair's a mess.

God he looks so good.

“I’ll grow it out again, just for you.”

You devilishly smirk as you kiss him once more, your panties sticking desperately to your messy cunt as you frot against the large bulge inside his pants.

Without breaking the kiss, you unbutton and pull down Silco's pants, and he pushes your dress up and pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard cock in with no problems. Your drenched pussy welcoming him in gladly.

There's no adjustment period, you start bouncing desperately and Silco fucks up into you simultaneously. It's amazing. His cock hits every sweet spot you have.

It’s a bruising pace, his cockhead keeps squishing not only your g-spot but your cervix as well. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you gasp out in pure bliss.

The coiling in your lower belly is wounding up each second you bounce on your lover's cock. Fuck, he's moulded your pussy to his cock. No other will ever satisfy you the way his does.

It’s over for you when he rubs your engorged clit in a smooth circle, your juices making every movement easier. You cum, moaning loudly. Your pussy clenches desperately onto the big, thick cock inside you, and a small amount of juice spills out. Soaking Silcos’s lap and staining his pants.

He continues to fuck up into you, even though you're slouched into his neck and whining at the overstimulation. He's using you like his very own pocket pussy.

And you are.

One, two, three thrusts later he's balls deep inside you, cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums viciously inside you. You can feel each pump of his cock as your belly warms up. God, you aren't sure you can get off his lap without a nice stream of cum oozing out of you.

The two of you pant, satiated. You indulge in your after-glow until it's interrupted by a noise in the rafters above you two. A few minutes later you hear, “I’m assuming I’m getting a sibling in the upcoming months?”

You and Silco look to one another before shouting in tandem,

“JINX!”

Whoops. At least she didn't see you two going at it. Small blessings, huh?

😏😏😏

Hope y'all enjoyed this. Idk what came over me, I wasn't originally going to write smut yet… here we are!

[furioussouls]

Lovesick! Vi

[chubby reader]

Warnings: MINORS DNI;nsfw, fluff, angst (alcohol , crying),canon divergence (Noxus doesnt invade but Vi's life is still shit), chubby afab! reader, unhealthy dynamics (?), extreme touch starved Vi

Disclaimer: Vi is a character from the show "Arcane" made by Riot Games and Fortiche Productions. The Characters, lore references and world building belong solely to the creators.

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• lovesick!Vi, who meets you when her life has gone to shit. She meets you after one of her fights in the pit. You were working as a bartender near the pitfighting arena. Vi's pink- red hair was impossible to miss, even stained with the black dye she messily applied to her hair. You have seen her multiple times before in the last few days, so you stare at her from top to bottom; her beautiful hair, her gorgeous face, which was scrunched up with a general disdain for life, her muscular tattooed biceps and her bandaged hands. You sighed and walked over to where she was sitting and sat her glass down in front of her. Her eyes snapped up at you and she looked at you with an annoyed expression.

"Water. On the house. It even has expensive ice in it, so enjoy our lavish service.", you said sarcastically and grinned at her. Her expression remained, but she scanned you from top to bottom and didn't retort anything back, which is a win in your book. Her eyes fixated on your torso and she picked the glass up and chugged it all down; her gaze remaining on your body. You rolled your eyes and turned away- you were round. Very much so. Curves and squishy softness as far as one could see. Very different from her muscular body. You wiped the counters and poured drinks for everbody else, when Vi spoke up: "I did not ask you for the damn ice nor for the water.", her voice was melodic and husky. You turned around to face her and looked at her expression; she tried to appear tough, but you could see through the facade.

"You did not have to. I wanted to give you the iced water, so I did. Sometimes, that's all there is to it." The side of Vi's lip curled down and she squinted her beautiful, blue eyes.

"Am I supposed to throw myself at your feet now?", she hissed out.

You raised an eyebrow at her and rubbed your hands over your plush biceps. "No. You're supposed to drink it and shut the fuck up. If I had known you would've made such a big deal of it, I would've done my one good deed for the day with somebody else, Vi."

"How the fuck do you know my name?", she barked out.

You looked at her incredulously an pointed under your eye "Your fucking tattoo with your name on it? If you're that hungover, go home."

Vi's cheeks blushed a perfect red and she looked down. You poured two glasses of water and sat one down in front of one of your other regulars and Vi. "Drink it. This time without a fuss. Come back once you've slept more than three hours." You said to Vi and pointed to her eyebags. You turned around and mixed some drinks for the rest of your customers. You didn't see Vi again that night.

•lovesick!Vi who came back to you a few days later. It was a very busy night when she came and you looked at her eyebags, which have improved since the last time she was here. You smiled at her and asked her in your perfect customer service voice "Good evening, ma'am. What can I get you?"

Vi scrunched her nose in disgust and shook her head. A laugh bubbled out of you and her expression relaxed- it was a tiny bit, but you saw it anyway. "Let's stick to our first names", she said quietly and you nodded and introduced yourself with your first name and hold out your hand.

Vi gripped it gently and you sighed; her hand was scarred, warm and calloused, a big contrast to your chubby and soft fingers, Her eyes remained on your hands and her thumb made move to gently caress your hand but she stopped her thumb before it could get too far.

Vi cleared her throat and let go off your hand "I want a beer, please." You nodded and began working.

•lovesick!Vi and you got into a comfortable rhythm of seeing each other every other day. You both didnt talk that much but you were in each others presence, only sometimes exchanging words with each other and on her bad days, you silently poured Vi a drink after she won her fights. This rhythm stretched a few weeks- almost up to a month when the two of you got closer.

Your shift ended and you walked out of the bar when you saw Vi leaning against a wall. Her hair grew past her shoulder on one side, the other still completely short. The black hair dye has almost completely washed out but there's still traces of it near her scalp. She mustered you from top to bottom and walked towards you. She held out her hand wordlessly and you rolled your eyes and handed her your bag. You both walked next to each other silently til you spoke up hesitantly.

"Vi?"

"What's up?", she asked and gently bumped against your soft side.

"You don't have to answer my question, alright? If I'm too nosy you can just tell me to shut the fuck up, no hard feelings."

Vi's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she nodded.

"Why do you fight? You know, the pitfighting. Not judging you at all, it's a job just like every other job. But..You know. If you need a safe job, I can put in a good word with my boss for you. You could start as a janitor. Not the most glamorous job, but it's an honorable one and the pay is good and stable.", you rambled nervously.

Vi silently looked at the ground for a few seconds and then smiled. "It's the only thing I'm good at. The only thing I was ever useful for."

"I don't think that's the truth.", you said and Vi looked at you in annoyance. "We hang out a little and you think you know my entire life story, sweet thing?", she asked with a scrunched up nose and furrowed eyebrows.

You raised an eyebrow "Sweet thing? And, no. I hang out with you and notice that you're punishing yourself for something. Everyone with an inkling of sense would notice it. I don't know what it is, but you need to stop. You can't shoulder the blame for everything in the world."

Vi's jaw dropped and her nostrils flared. The side of her mouth tugged downwards again, and before she could retort with her angry jabs, you gently cupped her cheek. Her blue eyes widened, her anger forgotten.

"It's alright. Be mad at me if that helps you feel better, but it doesn't change what I said. You deserve better than how you yourself and others have treated you. Give yourself grace. None of us have acted as well as we should have." You gave her face a gentle squeeze and for Vi's sake, you ignored the tears that were forming in her eyes. You bent down and took your bag, which she was tightly gripping underneath her clenched hands.

You turned around and walked a few steps forward when you heard a loud sob. You spun around and saw Vi's pretty face was scrunched up in sorrow, big fat tears rolled down her cheeks and sobs wreaked through her like a child. You dropped your bag and walked back to her and wrapped your soft warms around her. She cried into your shoulder and rubbed her face into your neck. Every second she seemed to get worse and then she dropped to her knees with you in her arms. You gently scratched at her scalp with your nails and she shuddered. You breathed in the comforting scent of Vi; mint and raspberry soap, as she continued to cry her little heart out.

You don't know how much time passed when Vi was calm enough to get up again. You rose first and she stayed on her knees and looked up at you with hooded eyes. You cupped her face again and she leaned into your soft palm like a puppy. Her eyes closed. You gently helped her stand up and interlinked arms with her.

"I'm taking you to my place tonight. You shouldn't be alone", Vi sniffed and nodded. You interlaced your fingers with her bigger ones and she looked down at your joined hands. "Sorry.", you said and made move to pull your hand away and Vi whimpered and tightened her grip. You nodded and tightened your own grip as well and made move to pick up your bag, but Vi had already bent down and picked it up with her other hand.

Once you both reached your small apartment, Vi looked at you hesitantly. You gave her some of your clothes, which she seemed to snuggle into and you laid her down into your cramped bed. Both of you laid next to each other and had your hands interlaced again. Vi and you both faced each other and you gently caressed your hand through Vi's hair and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Sweet thing. I call you that, because you're the sweetest thing the undercity has to offer", her hand tenderly kneaded your squishy hip "you're soft. The softest thing I've ever seen. More than I deserve." Vi's lip wobbled and you hugged her face into your chest. She cried into your chest again and wrapped her muscular arms around you, clinging to you like a lifeline.

This was the day that Vi opened up about her entire past to you, crying in your soft arms. Surrounded by your warmth.

•lovesick!Vi stuck to you like glue after that night. She sat down in front of you while you worked your shift and the bar. Her chin was resting on her hands and she gazed up at you as if you hung the stars. Her big, blue puppy eyes were full love and she never let you out of sight.

You smiled at her and the sides of her mouth tugged upward, when you leaned over and gently booped her nose. Her eyes closed happily and she held onto your hand before you pulled it away completely. She kissed each individual finger and rubbed her cheek against it.

"Want some water?", you asked her and gently squished her cheeks together, her heart shape lips forming almost a perfect heart. She nodded and you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

•lovesick!Vi's first time kissing you was on your couch after another one of her pitfights, you put some antiseptic on her bloody knuckles and bandaged her wounds. You bit your lip and sighed in anger. Vi's gaze was turned down to her shoes, but then she asked: "Are you mad at me?"

You looked at her and considered her question. "Yes", you said honestly. "I'm not expecting you to change, Vi. Thats unrealistic and also stupid, but yes. I am mad at you for continuing to put yourself in that damn pit just to get beat up over and over again."

Vi nodded, she understood you, but was also very thankful that you understood that she can't just give her only source of income up. "We have to consider other options, though. Vi, I mean it. Maybe I can take care of us both while you look at empty buildings in our neighbourhood. There are so many parents who want their kids to be able to fight. Maybe you could teach them and earn money with it." You thought outloud when you suddenly heard a snicker.

"You gonna be my provider while I chase my dreams, sweet thing? You wanna take care of me, hm?" Vi grinned and leaned forward. She gently squished your cheeks amd kissed your forehead. You rolled your eyes when suddenly you felt Vi's soft, heart-shaped lips on your own. You gasped into her mouth and Vi gently licked against your top lip. Her hands wrapped tightly around your hips and she hoisted you up on her lap. Her hand was buried in the back of your head and she pulled you even closer as both of your tongues softly explored the other ones mouth.

•lovesick!Vi who was pussydrunk and she hasn't even started eating your pussy yet. She kissed along your thick thighs and bit down on the inner part of it. You moaned and clenched your thigh around Vi. She moaned sweetly and buried her nose in your clothed pussy and inhaled deeply. "My sweet thing", she whispered, her voice as sweet as honey and sex. Vi pulled down your panties with her teeth and bundled them up in her hand. She couln't take it anymore after she pulled your panties up to her nose and took a deep breath. She shuddered and removed your panties from her face and exchanged it with the real thing; she buried her face in your fat pussy. You moaned loudly when Vi's perfect tongue flicked against your clit and you entangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. Vi's sweet moans echoed through the room and you whined and rubbed your pussy along her face.

"Yes, baby. Use my face like a sex toy, that's what I'm here for, c'mon sweet thing. Give it to me." she groaned out and looked up at you through hooded eyes, her musculuar biceps flexed as she held her body up.

You began thrusting against Vi's face at record speed. Were you a little less horny right now, you'd be afraid of breaking Vi's perfect bumpy nose, but right now, you couldn't care less.

Loud slurps and loud cries rang throughout the room, when Vi's pretty lips wrapped your puffy clit and she sucked heavily, your body shook and you cried loudly as you reached your orgasm. Vi's soft kitten licks calmed your body down as embarassment heated your face. Vi smiled and cooed "What's got you so embarassed?", she grinned and laid down next to you. You hid your face in her chest and she laughed and smoothed her hand over your back.

You looked up at her happy face and gently laid on top of her. She followed your gaze as you gently pulled her pants down. You looked at her pussy and spread her pussy lips to reveal your sopping wet present.

"My goodness, Vi. Seems like someone liked my pussy more than expected,huh?"; you grinned at her and Vi's face heated up in embarassment and she whined. "Don't be mad, baby. I'll give you whatever you want." Your fingers slid easily into her pretty hole and she sighed happily. She didn't need much more to cum. Just a few of your pretty fingers inside of her and your pretty mouth working with her clit- and you were very good at following orders, especially the orders of your pretty girlfriend. You pumped your fingers gently in and out of her and rubbed circles along her engorged clit with your thumb. You leaned forward and sucked it and picked up the speed at which you were fucking her with. It didn't take long for her to cum and she squirmed and bucked as she rode the wave of her orgasm. You both laid next to each other and Vi cuddled into you as her strong hands gently massaged your boobs.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Vi".

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