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Lost in a Wild Rune

“Jayce— p-please slow down.” You whined. Throat straining against his hand.

He had you pressed against the wall of his abandoned workshop. Entering you with one thrust of his hips.

You came to his workshop to mourn his memory. Walk around the now ice cold fire pit and touch all those unfinished projects he had laying around.

Instead you found a broken Jayce, longer hair and full beard. Beautiful amber eyes uneasy and intense like never before. Talis hammer distorted with a Gem stone no longer blue.

A short emotion filled reunion. Hands grasping his dirty ruined coat. Nails digging into his clothing to see if this all was real. That he was flesh and bone.

You had so many questions about what and why. Before you could even get them out your mouth he claimed you with a kiss. Stripping you of your bottoms and shoved into a cold wall.

“I missed you so much, baby. I’ve become crazy without you.” He moan into your ear. Teeth sinking into your neck. Marking your skin red.

What happened to the man that used to make love to you so tenderly? The one that would give and give, and never take.

You refuse to believe that the man that was fucking you so hard was your lover.

He was pounding away at your entrance. Leg brace scrapping the outsides of your thighs. Your ass bouncing against his pelvis each time he thrusted into your weeping cunt. Other hand holding your arms behind your back making your wrists hurt.

He was so hairless before. Claiming he liked to be groomed for you. But seeing him shirtless with hair on his chest and a happy trail pointing to his cock made your cunt drool.

Jayce smelled of musk. The hand on your neck calloused by the lack of gloves. He wasn’t the council member you last saw.

He was just a man with the primal urge to fuck. And that made you unbelievably willing.

“Jayce, please, i-it’s too much!” tears were escaping your eyes. Your moans and cries echoed through the workshop walls. As if those walls were mocking you.

“My beautiful girl.”

He growled like an animal, having your velvety walls contract on his shaft was pure heaven. After months of pain and mental strain your skin was a much needed pill.

Balls slapping against your little abused clit deliciously. They were so backed up and heavy. Full of creamy seed. Head of his cock hitting your sweet spot just right. Squirming to get out of his hold, fearing of cumming too quickly. You wanted to savor his lust.

You almost forgot how big he was. Without any prep the shock of having him inside you was great, the burn was mouthwatering.

“How I’ve missed this pussy. Fuck, can’t wait to breed you.” He moaned between hollow breaths.“Should have done it sooner. I need to make you mine, baby.”

You were his the moment you met. Forever and always.

“Make me yours, Jayce. Fuck me full with your fat cock!”

He let go of your arms and neck. You braced yourself on the cold concrete. Palms violently grabbing the flesh of your hips, dragging them to meet the start of his shaft and all the way to the tip.

“Give yourself to me, muñeca—”

He came screaming your name, coating your cervix in white.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Jayce pulled you flat on his chest.

His hands pressing on your lower tummy. The pressure made you see stars, throwing your head back on his shoulder. Arching your back. Jayce captured your lips in a kiss, beard scratchy against your chin.

He made quick work of your clit with his fingers. Slapping her a few times making your body shiver and whine out.

“Jayceeeeee— I’m gonna cum!”

“Cream all over my cock, baby.” You came on his shaft. Body convulsing by the lack of release you haven’t had in months.

“That’s it, that’s it…” Jayce slowly pulled out with a hiss. Spreading your cheeks apart to see his cum dripping out of your swollen lips.

Your legs were like jelly, if it wasn’t for him turning his back against the wall and sliding you down to the floor your knees you have been bleeding.

Jayce wrapped his arms around you. They were more muscular than you remembered. You were all fucked out. Hair in every direction, sweat coating your brow. But this Jayce didn’t care.

He was smelling your body, nuzzling his nose into every crevice of your skin. Licking and tasting you as if you were going to disappear.

A giggle filled Jayce’s ears.

“Your beard is tickling me, baby.”

He smiled like a lunatic. Kissing the back of your hand. “It is? Do you like it?”

“Mmm I love it, Jayce. And the hair too.” You said tracing his jaw with your knuckles.

You missed each other’s joy so much.

You saw the pain in his eyes, one of a massive headache that cannot even be controlled by morphine. The way the lines of his nose scrunched up in discomfort. What happened to your lover?

The hormones of sex and bliss slowly diminishing.

“What happend to you? Why did you leave me alone?” You broke down in his chest. Ugly crying like he has never seen before.

“Sshhh, baby, please don’t cry. I’m right here with you.” Jayce cradled your head in his large palms. Bringing his lips up to your eyes and drinking your tears.

“I don’t even know where to begin…”

“Start with why the Hexcore has tuned into an angry human tissue sample.”

You pushed a strand of hair behind his ears. Massaging the sides of his temple with little pressure. Making him sigh in relief.

His gaze was focused, like the young inventor you saw for the first time in his blown-up apartment.

“Ok. Well, it all happened so fast after the attack—”

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Grayson with a Chubby S/o

she met you in the undercity, you were introduced to each other by Vander in his bar.

you were the new bartender

Grayson never expected a goddess behind the counter instead of the usual Vander. She only ever came strictly for business

but something about the way you smiled at patrons while serving drinks, the sway of your wide hips as you carried beers to tables, hand stuffing tips inside your cleavage, knocking the teeth out of a guy that touched you too friendly for your liking made her become a regular

she prayed in her office everyday that some idiot for the Undercity would make a scene in Piltover so that she could report it to Vander

Grayson was daydreamed about you. having your full figure pressed against hers as you pointed at which drink you liked most on the menu

how beads of sweat rivered down your breasts after lifting new inventory

your dirty mouth as you cursed out customers that didn’t pay or Vander for not giving you a proper 15 minute break at rush hour

the way you squished her biceps and felt her muscles she worked hard to maintain as you greeted her

you never charged her for the drinks she got, but always found the same amount on the table when she left

you called her your “favorite enforcer” while giving her the finger. Grayson loved your fire

on countless occasions did she watch you fight of enforces that were violent to innocent bystanders. they were left bruised to the bone. whatever punishment that she had in mind was far to kind next to your bloody one

her fellow comrades feared you more than Vander in many ways. You were cruel to the strong and protective to the weak

making a name for yourself both in Piltover and The Lanes

when you first got acquainted you thoughtthat she was there for you

“In my defense your buddies got what was coming to them. I don’t especially like child beaters. And good thing that I only just broke a leg. And not a neck.”

“I’m not here for you. I have to speak with Vander.”

you were in love the first moment she took off her oxygen mask. and what a voice. a beautiful woman with bird like features. what you’ll do to be trapped in her claws…

you poured her a drink, leaning over the wide oak counter. pushing your breasts up. watching her eyes roam your skin

“Ohh — what a bummer. I would have loved to be dragged to Stillwater by such a lovely thing as yourself. You enforcers tend to be on the— What’s the word? Ah! Brutish side.”

“If it weren’t for your connections to Vander you would have been arrested by now. And if it wasn’t me, you’ll be right on your way to a life long sentence. But between you and me, we can always use more people to shallowout the bad apples.” she said taking a gulp of her drink. smiling at you with her lovely lips.

she introduced herself as Officer Grayson. shaking your hand with a gentle grip. what a powerful woman. and how you craved that

“I like you Officer Grayson. Let me get The Hound for you right quick.”

you saw that she was a decorated officer by the silver and gold on her uniform. Rifle secured on her back

you loved her uniform, constantly flirting with her by fixing her collar and stealing her enforcer hat

saying you like women in blue

“Tell me Sheriff, does its ever come off?”

you asked, now on your 5th drink. running your hands over Grayson’s jacket. playing with the small medals she had hanging from it

“For you my dear, it will come off in a heartbeat.”

she is a romantic. waited months before even kissing you. you thought she didn’t take the hint with the constant flirting

Grayson just wanted to properly court you, giving you extra large tips and bringing gifts from top side as peace offerings

gifting you fresh roses in marble vases

dancing with you at the bar as love songs were playing

lifting you of the ground (which made you extremely horny) in order to spin you in her arms and dip you into a kiss.

but once all formalities were left aside you jumped her bones on a slow night. you closed The Drop early one evening when Vander was away on smuggling business

she this time came to scold you about the the guns you stole from the Kiramman’s trade ship.

“Do you know what have you done?! The guns you stole are worth more than money. It’s the skin on my back that is going to —“

you shut her up with a kiss. you knew about her connections. you just wanted an excuse for her to come down for YOU. not herself hiding behind a stupid purse snatching to come and speak to your boss as a buffer to get your attention

stripping her uniform of as you pushed her on a tableless booth. thanking Sevika for breaking the table when she landed on it amidst a gambling brawl

“You r-really know how to get out of trouble.”

having Grayson’s legs over your shoulders as you eat away at her cunt. Her hand on top of your head, shirt unbuttoned. Moaning as you lapped her clit. Each breast in one of your palms

Grayson’s head hitting the wall behind the plush leather cushions. a glass of whiskey on the other hand

legs intertwined and cunts touching. rocking against your bodies until your clits throbbed. gasping for air between kisses. cumming on each other’s sex

Grayson wanted to get you out of The Lanes as soon as possible. out of the violence and toxicity

even though you were a beacon of light. caring for the children of the streets and a shoulder to cry on when the hardness of the underground was too much to bare

calls you darling, love, angel, dove

you make fun of her cigarette mom voice

Grayson is a big gift giver, she is the head of the enforcers and that means she makes big girl money

you can expect everything from clothing, jewelry, lavish spa days you name it

“For you, my love”

Grayson wrapped a gold and emerald necklace around your throat. you have never experienced such luxury before

you bagged yourself a sugar mommy

gave you a massive diamond ring when she proposed to you

you had a small wedding in The Last Drop. only very close friends were present. once the news got out that Grayson married a woman from the under city she was met with whisperers, and for a long time hesitation from other enforcers

Marcus was especially pissed that his commander was meddling with the undecity

but once he saw you bringing lunch to Grayson and extra for her subordinates he developed a FAT crush on you. Grayson has caught him more than once looking at your ass as you walked away

you laughed at Grayson’s poor excuse of hiding her jealousy. always touching and kissing her in front of her acquaintances to show your loyalty to her

even the council questioned her decision of your marriage. you were like oil and water to the outside world

“With no disrespect Councilors, but what happens in my bed doesn’t limit my ability to protect this city.”

Grayson once needed to pull you out of the councilors office because you may or may not have tried to choke Salo to death because of a comment he made against your lady

Mel developed respect for you. she occasionally invited you for tea and talked about social troubles between the two cities

If it wasn’t for you, then the new education and water systems wouldn’t have taken place in The Lanes. making life down there more livable

Grayson equally hates going to Piltovan social events as much as you do. but it’s part of her job to keep the rich socialites entertained

the only highlight of the event was going dress shopping with you. admiring your curves as you walked out in different gowns

she paid for every single one you liked

“You can always wear it for me at home, darling.” was her excuse

she looked ever so exquisite in the two piece suits. always color coordinated with your dress.

Grayson got bombarded by half assed praise for keeping the “trenchers” at bay. While you got ignorant questions about your uprising

you always found each other in outdoor balconies. Sipping on good champagne and looking at the shadows of Piltover

you eventually met little Caitlyn. An excellent shot and even more excellent character.

both of you trained under your wife in the art of gunmanship

Grayson taught you how to properly assemble, clean and shoot a rifle/guns

chest pressed against your back, both hand holding your gun filled ones. Staring at a blue and red bullseye. Fingers slowly descending to your abdomen, then hips.

“Now, dove, the only thing more important than a bullet is the gun in which it’s shot from. And for the gun, the only thing more important than its bullet is the purpose of which its fired.”

every solo training session end with one of you backed into a tree with your legs spread by the other

you’ve had sex in her office countless of times. Covering each other mouths while fingering your pussies.

her nose feels sooo good when you sit on her face. Grayson makes sure to grab your lower tummy fat as a form of restraint to keep you on her.

you definitely play cops and robbers. but roles reversed. You tie her up with her handcuffs in bed. naked with her enforcer hat on your head.

she has a home gym. you constantly drop in on her doing weight training and pull ups. watching her pull her shirt up to wipe off her face sweat, happy trail on her lower abs

she flexes her arms at you, you call her your sexy lady

loves seeing you in silk dress pajamas. the smooth shinny fabric hugging the crescents of your tummy and back

talked about having a family a few years before officially retiring, in which you’ll happy carry a child for her

Grayson definitely wants you to join the enforcers. you wanted to slap the shit out of her when she asked. but instead you laughed at her face, believing it was a joke.

it wasn’t. she left the acceptance letter and badge on the coffee table. telling you to think about it. how the department needed more people like you. that she couldn’t handle it all herself without you

“What threat did you use to get me in, Gray?” you drank your coffee. now bitter to taste

“Only that my Kiramman friends will pull their funding.”

“And?”

“That I’ll break off the peace with The Hound.”

and with the love and admiration they had for her, you certainly believe it

but the Vander one? not a chance. he would rather die than break a trust such as this

the night Grayson told you that she was going to make an arrest for the Jayce Talis case you made up your mind.

even if the uniform made your soul itch it was a better choice than doing nothing

you planned on telling her in the morning while having coffee before her shift

now you just stood there, looking at your wife’s white marble bust. at her funeral as her body was being lowered underground

white roses covering her still and cold flesh

little Caitlyn crying on your shoulder, while Marcus didn’t even look at you in the eyes the whole ceremony

you really were starting to believe that the place you once called home was a hell hole

and oh how you wanted it to be burned to the ground

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guys this is canon, she literally told me so

Men DNI

[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2

Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesn’t take kindly to others that try to take you away from her

when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning

teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat

ended with both of you making out on the practice mats

gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present

all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands

Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesn’t like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!

and you also don’t like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity she’s grabbing that thing like a vice

uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10

eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste “like cardboard”

the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling

one of Sevika’s love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas

seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more

she got your nickname “peach” because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)

if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.

when it’s just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup

i believe Sevika doesn’t get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses

Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them

all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldn’t she her like that anymore

you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?

Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.

“Get out…”

“Peach, please I—“

“Get the fuck out Sevika!”

she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silco’s office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey of Shimmer

remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry

once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didn’t grasp how much she actually needed your love

it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent “prove me wrong”

you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevika’s attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers

Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny

but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused

when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips

“Fuck me like you mean it, ‘vika! Make me your woman again.”

Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take

you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water

even if the sun never warmed the underground it didn’t matter to her. because the sun couldn’t ever bring her life like you did

Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.

you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.

“I quit Shimmer.”

you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.

“Good.”

“Love you, doll.”

“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”

and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke

Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy

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Sevika with a Chubby S/o

Sevika loves bigger women, something about round tummies and thick thighs makes her go wild

calls you her peach because your nice and juicy

runs her fingers along your stretch marks, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh

chronic ass slapper and biter

uses your belly as leverage to fuck into you with her strap

constantly tells you that she wants to get you pregnant if she could

that you’ll make a great mama for her children

Sevika is much leaner and muscular, so whenever you get the chance you trace her abs with your finger tips

amazed by her raw powerful body you get an excuse to make her move furniture or heavy boxes

Silco adores you, so does Jinx. he asks Sevika how are you doing and genuinely cares about you (especially when you brought cookies for his daughter). because he has seen first hand what your relationship does to Sevika

got into a pretty nasty fight? Sevika punches his goons half to death. and looks even scarier than ever before

you patched up Sevika’s poncho after it got snagged on a broken window? he could almost see a sliver of a blush on her cheeks

his right hand woman has no idea the effect you have on her does she?

Sevika even toned down drinking and smoking

“my lady chews my ear off if I smell too much like a drive bar.”

you call her beautiful as you kiss her countless scars and rub the shoulder of her mechanical arm

“i’m everything but beautiful, doll.”

something primal takes over her as she sees how different your bodies are. you so soft and plush, her’s hard and brutal.

treats you like an absolute princess. buys you what ever you want. gives you what ever you want.

you are the one that cuts and styles her hair. she even asked you to shave her bald once and you had a heart attack.

Sevika plays dirty in card games. for every round she wins you take off a piece of clothing. one time she left you completely bare and you were pissed because you saw her cheat more than once.

ate your fat pussy out as a form of sorry

when she tells you to sit on her face, you SIT on her face

no “I’m too heavy” bullshit. if she couldn’t handle a little weight on her then she wouldn’t have the privilege of calling you her woman

and have you seen her?! Sevika is a tank. she can certainly handle herself (and you) more than anything

sleeps nude, with her chest pressed against your back and always a hand on your lower tummy

walks around the apartment shirtless all the time. flexes her arm when she catches you staring

uses your arm fat as a stress ball. It “makes her think better”. her words not mine

you patch her up after rough deals, crying and yelling at her for being too reckless. so selfish

Sevika kisses you. nose running down your neck, smelling your sweetness. she hates seeing you in pain. especially if it was caused by her

“i don’t like it when you cry.”