#arcane x plus size reader

[chubbygirlfics]

Hey if you ok w it can u do vi headcanons of her being a simp for plus size reader and just having like a massive crush thank youu

Vi being a simp for plus size reader

Warnings: wlw,

Summary: vi having a huge crush on plus size reader

Never leaves your side, she just feels so at peace when she’s with you

She’s literally obsessed with you

Ofc she doesn’t have the guts to tell how she feels, when all she wants is to be able to wrap you in her arms and kiss you

And your oblivious to the fact she’s head over heels for you

And you don’t hate that she’s touchy with you

You want more..but you won’t tell her

And you don’t know that she secretly wants you

You have her in chokehold to the point all her thought are about you

Like, what is she doing?, is she okay?, and thoughts like that

Pls give her attention she craves it especially from you, gets so giddy when you give her hugs and tell her she looks good

Yes you guys cuddle often, only as friend unfortunately

Cuddles with her are amazing your wrapped in her arms without a care in the world

You guy’s practically live together and yet your not together I mean come on

She can not wait for the day when your finally hers

She will worship the ground you walk just to be yours, will never hurt you, will defend you no matter what

Loves your body, your face, and your personality, just everything about you

Just don’t ever leave her even if you guys end up being friends she’s still needs you in her life.

[catdia]

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.”

[woodle-isbae]

Could you write how Viktor and Jayce react when reader called them good boy.

Omg yess

Viktor~

- he wouldn't hear it the first time, probably because he wasn't fully listening since he was fiddling around with the Hextech.

-But once he heard it, he whipped his head around and raised his brow at you with a flustered smile.

"What- what did you say?"

"You should probably rest more..?"

"No..no, after I said that I will.."

"Oh! I just said Good boy..is that too much or.-"

"No! Heh..no, it's perfectly fine."

- He liked the way you said it just for him, taking notice that you didn't really call anyone else Good boy/girl. He felt so special, that he would probably do stuff to have you say it more.

Jayce~

- The first time you said it, he had to pause whatever he was doing and take a breath, knowing you meant it in a more teasing and platonic manner- but Gods, he was blushing like hell.

- Acts offended when you tease him by calling him a Good boy infront of anyone else, brushing it off with a quick 'shut up', but would leave the room to get some fresh air.

"Look at that, Jayce brought the equipment- ain't that a Good boy!"

"Shut up."

"Alright Mr.Talis, my bad!"

- Mel and Cait definitely took note of this and tease him about it, You did too and use any and all opportunities to get him flustered.

A bunch of SLUTTTTSSSSS

[galactic-magick]

Be Proud: Viktor x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Viktor's newfound fame as the co-founder of Hextech has taken its toll on your insecurities.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions and allusions to body dysmorphia/eating disorders

Author's Note: I starting writing this to play with the idea of how founding Hextech probably gave Jayce and Viktor celebrity status in a way and how that would affect them and people involved with them. It ended up turning into a vent fic about my body image issues as well, to the point I almost didn’t post because it got so personal. But I figured there’s people out there who relate and might find solace in reading this as I did writing it.

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You’re so proud of him. Everything he’s accomplished, everyone he’s helped. He’s living his dream, creating the future, and he’s being listened to and valued by topsiders. This is all you’ve ever wanted for him, and you would never think of standing in his way.

Which is precisely why you’ve never told him how insecure it all makes you feel.

Before Viktor got involved with Hextech, life was so much more predictable. You both could live your days together in peace, never being in the spotlight and rarely interacting with the highest of powers in Piltover. Life was hard, sure, but nothing you couldn’t manage without some tasteful spite and stubbornness. Viktor always knew his background would be a stumbling block for him up here, and you really weren’t much farther ahead, being from a title-less family with half your relatives from the Undercity.

But you’re not used to being around such glamour and poise. As Viktor becomes more involved with the Council and the wealthier areas of Piltover, making Hextech gadgets per their requests and being invited to fancy events, you’re left mourning simpler times. You’ll never get used to people coming up to you on the street while you bring your husband some lunch, or people staring at you during conferences when you’re just there to support him. Everyday citizens want to know and analyze everything about you, simply because you’re married to Piltover’s finest scientist.

You don’t like to bother Viktor with how it’s affected you, especially since he’s so good at handling it all. He’s always been so proud of who he is—where he came from—because he’s had to be. He’s not phased by the new fame as the co-founder of Hextech, and he easily shrugs off any comments people make about his past or his looks. To him, celebrity status is just a slight annoyance that occasionally distracts him from doing his work in the labs. But for you, it’s brought back every insecurity you’ve ever had about yourself.

You’ve stopped joining him as much at dinners and banquets because you fear they’ll judge how you look in a dress. You’ve stopped chiming in to interviews so you don’t say something stupid and embarrass him. You’ve stopped visiting him so much while he’s working so people won’t talk to or see you on the street.

You’ve started picking yourself apart in the mirror again, fussing every morning until you might cry. You compare yourself to the beautiful specimens that surround you, perfect in face, body, and manners. You start wondering if people judge how you speak or how much you eat. You wonder if people gossip about your family origins or your marriage. You wonder if you really, really, tried—if you could look like them. If you could be like them.

Viktor has started to stay back from some events with you lately, claiming Jayce is better at being the face of Hextech anyway. But tonight marks the five year anniversary of the company, and Councilor Medarda insisted there be a grand celebration.

The feast and dance will be held in her personal mansion, with the rest of the council and all the investors invited, as well as several reporters and journalists. Jayce will give an update address on what they’ve been working on, and what they hope to achieve by the bicentennial Progress Day.

This is something you can’t get out of and you know it. You drive yourself crazy trying on every dress in your closet, hoping to find something suitable for the affair. Half of them don’t even fit, which sends you into a further spiral, and the ones that do still don’t look good enough in your reflection.

Now the floor is covered in failed attempts at getting dressed, negative thoughts taking over your mind. Thoughts you know aren’t true, but you can’t stop thinking them.

He’ll be embarrassed to be seen with me.

I’m not good enough to be here.

I should eat less.

If I tried harder I could look like her.

I should check how much I weigh again. What happened to that damn scale?

They only invited me because they have to.

They probably talk about me—

You’re so deep in your head that you jump when you see Viktor leaning against the door frame, eyes full of love and concern.

“Are you alright, darling?”

You look down at yourself, wearing the last dress you had in your closet. It fits perfectly, but that’s part of the problem.

Viktor moves towards you as tears well in your eyes. He wipes them away with his thumbs, smearing some of the makeup you put on earlier.

“Talk to me,” he says.

“No.” you reply, avoiding his gaze.

“No?” he chuckles. “Why not?”

“It’s so stupid,” you sigh. “I thought I recovered from this. I should be able to handle this.”

“Handle what?”

“All this publicity shit!” you finally look at him. “I hate being watched and talked about and judged for what I say and look like all the time. I hate being asked about personal things and nearly passing out because I’m scared to eat in front of people. I hate all these superficial gatherings that are probably just for show-”

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” he cuts you off, dropping his crutch to the floor and wrapping his arms around you. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been feeling this way? Why didn’t you tell me it was getting bad again?”

You sniffle, “I...I didn’t want to bother you with something that doesn’t seem to bother you. You’re so good at being confident no matter what people say about you.”

“You think it doesn’t bother me?” he questions. “You think it doesn’t hurt me every time I overhear insults about me or my home, let alone when they say it to my face? You think I don’t notice that most of these people wouldn’t blink an eye if I died if it wasn’t for what I can offer them?”

He squeezes you tighter before slightly pulling away to look at your face, “I’m just better at hiding what it does to me, darling. Having a drive to prove myself is not the same as confidence. Now,” he kisses your forehead, “Tell me why you’ve been in here for over an hour and still aren’t ready, hm?”

“Well,” you gesture to the piles on the floor. “Those ones don’t fit. I must’ve gained more weight but I don’t really know for sure because I can’t find the scale. And those ones I just don’t like. And this one does fit, but it’s tight and I’ve never worn something form-fitted to an event before. I don’t want to deal with comments about my stomach sticking out or my arms looking puffy or whether I’m proportioned to their tastes.”

“You truly believe they’ll say those things?”

“I don’t know what they’ll say. That’s what’s so scary.”

The tears return, falling slowly down your cheeks.

“Darling,” Viktor says softly. “No one will ever think or say anything as horrible as what you think and say about yourself. I promise you that.”

You nod, allowing him to soothe you, “I know.”

“I need you to tell me when these thoughts are getting bad. Do you understand? I never want you to go so long feeling this way ever again,” he tilts your chin. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good. Now, if you really don’t want to go, I’ll make up an excuse to get us out of it. But…” he slides his hands down your curves, “...it would be quite a shame if I didn’t get to see you wearing this all night.”

“You actually think it looks good?”

“Of course,” his eyes travel down your figure. “You always look perfect to me.”

“But-”

“No buts. Listen to me,” he faces you towards the mirror. “This body has gotten you through so much. I want you to be proud. Most of these people have never known a day of true hardship, but not you. You’re strong and you’re soft and you’re beautiful, and you’re the only one I’ll ever desire.”

You smile, knowing he means every word. You try to see what he sees, remembering every time he’s showered you with praise. You know he’s never once agreed with any of the horrible things you think about yourself. You know he loves everything about you, including how your body compliments his smaller, angular one. He’s never made you feel bad about anything, so why is it still so hard to believe him?

“Thank you, Viktor,” you say, turning to kiss his cheek. “I’ll try to be proud.”

“Good,” he nods. “Now, no more worrying about the scale or falling into old habits, alright? I want you to enjoy yourself tonight.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll try,” you laugh a bit. “You know what happened to it, though, don’t you?”

“Of course. I threw it out months ago,” he smirks. “You think I didn’t notice you checking it every single day?”

“You’re too good to me,” you bend down to pick his crutch up off the floor and hand it to him. “Let me just fix my makeup and we can go.”

“No more crying it off, alright?” he chuckles.

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Jayce and Mel are waiting for you, welcoming you both to the celebrations. You can already feel the eyes and cameras on you, but you hold your head high, squeezing Viktor’s hand extra tight.

It’s been awhile since you’ve attended an event, but they always seem to go the same. Investors and council members come up to chat, mostly directing their questions towards Jayce. Sometimes they act as if Viktor isn’t even there, which boils your blood to the point you’ve said something on multiple occasions. Viktor has told you many times that he doesn’t mind being behind the scenes, and that Jayce is better at talking anyway, but you can never fully let it go. If people are going to gossip about him and your lives but not actually talk to him, you’ll gladly take the liberty of giving people a piece of your mind. You’d rather focus on lifting him up than dwell on your own self-consciousness, anyway.

One thing is different this time though—being that Viktor is a lot more handsy tonight than usual. He’s not normally one for public displays of affection, sticking to hand-holding and a few reassuring touches here and there. But tonight he can’t keep his hands off you.

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, whether it be listening to the conversations, answering questions, or participating in the feast and drinks. He always has a hand on your waist or your thigh, gliding to your hips and stomach every so often. It seems mindless, as if he does this every time you’re out together, but you know he’s putting in a special effort to make you feel good.

And damn is it working.

You feel more at peace than you ever have since entering the public eye, proud of who you are and who you’re with. Who cares if people are whispering about their opinions on the Zaunite inventor? Who cares if there’s pictures of you in tomorrow’s tabloids with unflattering angles? Maybe all that matters is you’re having fun with your husband, and he’s making you feel oh so beautiful.

The night goes on for hours, attendees fizzling out until there’s only a handful left. You convince Viktor to dance with you before you leave, leaning against you and swaying simply. You wrap your arms around his neck, wiggling your fingers into his hair. He looks at you with such admiration, such devotion.

How could you ever doubt yourself under the gaze of those eyes?

“You lovebugs ready to head out?” Jayce approaches you both. “Viktor and I have a meeting with Heimerdinger in the morning.”

“Ah, yes, we do,” he briefly looks away from you. “But...perhaps we could push it until the afternoon?”

Jayce rolls his eyes and chuckles, “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you guys are in for a long night. Have fun.”

He waves and walks away, and you burst out laughing.

“Is it really that obvious?” Viktor jokes, returning his full attention to you.

“Viktor, darling, you’ve been all over me since we got here. I’d say the entire city knows how bad you want me tonight.”

“Maybe I want them to know,” he grins, sliding a hand up your dress and squeezing your thigh.

“Viktor!” you gasp, playfully slapping his hand away.

“Alright, I suppose we can go home first,” he pivots around, moving towards the door and extending his arm to you, “Shall we?”

You nod, quickly returning to his side.

Jayce was right, it’s going to be a long, lovely night.

[bitchface24-7]

also, i know i just sent a message but i realized i do have a request if you are accepting and have time. i would love to see your take on plus size!reader x jayvik.

SO, i saw a post a while ago (not on tumblr) essentially alluding to jayce and viktor not being attracted to a plus size person at all and it lowkey messed with me bc i am a plus sized person and i love jayvik. and maybe they wouldn’t but id like my delusions… you know? LOL

and i feel you’d write it beautifully. and if possible, maybe reader is not hella confident???

this is of course if you have time! and are accepting requests. thank you! thank you!

BEAUTY IS SUBJECTIVE - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: you don't look like most people in Piltover, and you're not saying that to be a pick-me. You're softer, larger. With stretch marks, thighs that rub together when you walk, a tummy, and some rolls on your back. It’s hard to see beauty in something that isn't considered the standard, but beauty is subjective.

warnings: plus size reader, talk of insecurities, people being mean (they can kiss my ass!), Jayvik comforting you, angst, fluff, AND suggestiveness, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I totally get you anon. I'm a size 16, I'm short, I'm the largest one in my friend group, and I've never been in a romantic relationship. I'm lucky that I'm curvy in a sense as to I'm considered the “acceptable plus size/chubby” but still… I get it. I hope this does your idea justice, and screw those people who said Jayvik would never go for plus-size people. THEY’RE FAKE. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’D GO FOR!! (also why was it so hard for me to find a pic with a casual fit? Like you didn't specify for a fem reader, but that seemed unnecessarily hard to find wtf Pinterest)

People are assholes, lets get that out of the way.

If you don't fit into society's standard of beauty, you're a beast. High cheekbones, big eyes, tiny nose, big lips, nice jaw, perfectly sculpted body with either abs only possible if you're dehydrated or perky tits, massive eyes, a waist the size of your neck, and no stomach.

You either have to be blessed by the generic roll or have disposable income out the wazoo to get a whole bunch of plastic surgery.

You've heard what people say. How they talk about how you look, how the question how Viktor and Jayce could ever be attracted to you.

It's irritating, it's insulting, it's making your insecurities flare up.

You know you don't fit the beauty standard, you don't look like the upper echelon of Piltover. It’s frustrating having your whole being as a person be judged by your physical appearance. You're much more than the weight on the scale.

But sometimes even you forget that little tid bit of information.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You’re relaxing in bed, snuggled up under the covers as you read a book. There was an event you agreed to go to but now— you're not in the mood.

You don't want to dress up, fake a smile, pretend you don't hear other people talking about you, come home, and get comfy as your mind screams at you.

So you've debated rescinding your approval.

Jayce and Viktor will wonder why. You've been anticipating this event for weeks now, it'd throw them for a loop you saying no.

They also agreed to come with you.

Speak of the devil and they shall appear, you're two lovely men come waltzing into the bedroom as they bicker over what colour of tie they should wear.

“Theres nothing wrong with a classic black tie Jayce.”

A sputter, “It's boring! And every man is going to do it! We want to be better than them!”

“Black goes with everything! Then you don't have to worry if you’re mismatching! Love, can you settle this debate its been going on for ten minutes— Love? Why aren't you getting ready?”

The debate ceases at Viktor's question. You're lounging in bed, in pajamas, as you read your book. You have forty-five minutes before the event starts and you need to get ready asap so you all make it there in time.

“I’m debating if I want to go.” You calmly state, and the two men look at each other.

“Debate?! You've been waiting for this for weeks! What happened?” Jayce asks, his eyes full of worry as he examines you. You're not sick, you're not hurt. What’s going on?

You sigh, rubbing your eye, “I’m just… not in the mood.”

Viktor purses his lips, “You’re hiding something. Please just tell us. We can truly stay home if you want to, but I want to know why you've done a 180° in regards to this event.”

A light thump is heard as your book closes, you place it on the nightstand, “I’m not in the mood to be looked at in a hostile way, given back-handed compliments, or passive-aggressive remarks.”

Jayce just looks confused, “Who does that? Why would they do that?”

“Because of how I look Jayce.”

“Beautiful?”

“Not to their standard.”

Viktor ahhs at that, “You mean that you're not as thin as the Piltover elite. That you have curves, a different beauty as to what they deem acceptable.”

“I also have stretch marks, jiggly thighs, a stomach, a double chin when I look down, my back isn’t smooth. I can go on forever! I've heard enough people talk about me, as if I don't know what my own body looks like. I don't want to do that tonight.”

Jayce looks upset, his lips set into a frown, “I have stretch marks.”

Viktor quickly adds, “I don't have a smooth back, I've got metal drilled into my spine.”

You huff a laugh, oh your sweet boys, “That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you two are the most handsome men I've ever had the privilege of seeing.”

Viktor and Jayce join you on the bed, taking up either side of you. You're now squished in between them.

“I’ve got a weak leg, a weak spine, I’m as pale as a sheet of paper with dark circles that put the night sky to shame. I use cane and multiple braces. I'm not Piltover’s definition of beauty.”

“I have a gap between my teeth, my laugh is too loud, I don't like physical contact by people I don't know— and I prefer to initiate it. I'm covered in small scars and burn marks from working in the forge.”

You see where they're going with this, and it makes you feel a bit better. The way they continue it makes you flusteredly laugh.

“You’re gorgeous. Do you think we get hard cause of a gust of wind—”

“I mean it could happen—”

“Shut up, darling.”

Jayce continues as you giggle and Viktor shoots you a playful glare, “Do you think we’re constantly pawing you, kissing you, teasing you, and begging for you cause what… we pity you? We do it cause we love you and are attracted to you.”

“People are fucking rude—” Viktor calmly states as you squawk in laughter and Jayce rubs his face groaning, “They are! They're mean and rude because they either have nothing better to do, they’re projecting, or they're jealous. Don't let other measly people drag you down.”

You smile at the two of them and sniffle a bit. Before you know it, you're essentially tackled by love as your face is smattered with kisses by your partners. You squeal as their assault pushes you back into the bed.

“Okay! Okay, I get it! People are mean and they can kiss my ass.”

“Actually I rather they didn't.”

“Jayce!”

“What?! Viktor agrees with me!”

“I do.”

“Viktor!”

The three of you burst out laughing, a serenity passes over you. What would you do without them?

“You still want to go to the event?” Viktor asks, his tone light. You ponder for a few seconds before nodding, “Yeah, let's go. I'm gonna dress up, look hot as hell, and have the two finest men in Piltover as my dates. One for each arm, and ill get to watch as the upper echelon of Piltover seethes in jealousy.”

“Well we gotta be quick cause the event is in twenty-five minutes and we’re all in our pyjamas still.” Jayce casually states. With that the three of you book it out of bed to get ready.

Yeah. You're gonna make all of Piltover seethe tonight; especially since you're the one who gets to bring them home and into your bed.

Nice fluffy comfort! Hope y'all enjoyed! I'm so tired and its only 5:36 pm (17:36) I can't nap or go to bed 😭😭

[dilf-docs]

all the works listed below are mine. +18 (minors dni). reposting and/or translating is not allowed. requests are open!

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Le Pedí Al Mar Y Al Sol Que Te Trajera ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎2k

pedro pascal x younger fem!reader

vacations are supposed to be fun! and with a hot older famous boyfriend? now we're really talking.

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dbf!joel miller x younger fem!reader

something something about forbidden things; you never learn, not until the heart you gave returns to you in shreds, bleeding out of love. what's left when you've given all of your heaven away? hell.

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dbf!joel miller x younger fem!reader (a series)

your infamous girl's trip with your best friend sarah gets crashed by his overprotective dad.

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jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader

you're jackson's designated bartender. well, your dad is, but after the arrival of a new face in town, maybe the inspiration to finally step up to your obligations kicks in.

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dieter bravo x younger fem!reader

the last thing you need is world-renowed asshole slash actor dieter bravo to yell at you for doing your job. he'll pay for that.

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vander x younger fem!reader

you're too young, that's what he tells himself; that you could be one of his kids. but of course you have spent too much time with vi, and unfortunately for him, stubborn rhymes with your name: you just don't know when to quit.

©dilf-docs all right reserved. last updated: january 20th, 2025.

[melancholymetropolis]

So.... anyone want an Adult Claggor fic with a black plus size reader?

Asking before I commit

[doctorho]

viktor doesn't... pay that much attention to appearances, his or anyone else's. not when it doesn't matter. sure, there's the 'wearing what they see as respectable clothes so they take you seriously' and the 'not going to the dinner table covered in oil stains', but beyond that? he doesn't really care, to be honest.

yes, he's aware that some people put a lot more thought into the way they look, and into what other people think about the way they look. he knows that's a thing. it just happens to be a thing he chooses not to personally get invonved in.

well, it had been.

he honestly hadn't even thought about it much, before. it had just been one of those things that other people did, one of those things he had never really understood. you know, one of those things that made him feel like maybe the rest of the world had had some secret meeting without him where they decided that yes, these are the rules, and no, we won't explain them, you just have to know.

one of those things.

and he had been fine not thinking about it! truly, he had been blissfully unaware of what the current beauty standards were and which traits were seen as good or bad on which year -

and then he'd met you, by some miracle. you know, viktor doesn't meet that many new people, these days, so it does genuinely feel like a miracle when you just... stumble into his life one day. and without even thinking about it, automatically, viktor's brain files you away as beautiful, and he treats that as a passing fact, the same way he treats the color of your eyes. it's just a categorizing trait; this person just is beautiful.

and then, later, when he learns that apparently not everyone thinks that, his brain disagrees, severly. like - are they blind? is this a joke? it's a bad joke, if so, and then he's mad for you.

because he remembers that, ah, right. some people are weird about appearances. they have their menial rules about it that change by the decade.

he's still mad for you, but mentally he's ended that argument with well they're all idiots. because clearly you are an awesome, incredible, beautiful human being and this shouldn't be an argument in the first place.

he tells you this, and then his heart breaks a little when you seem so used to hearing the opposite. when you seem to have accepted what those idiots were saying because you'd just...heard it so often.

when you seem to not-quite-believe that he could really see you as beautiful. that he could really, actually want you. like that.

and it's - it drives him up the wall that this is even a thing. that the negative things you've heard outweigh the positive ones, and apparently by a landslide. that he can't make you see yourself the way he sees you.

because, truly, he thinks you're so beautiful. like, are you kidding? viktor's been skin and bone his whole life, and you're so...soft. he knows it way before he ever touches you; he can see it, and he has a well enough functioning imagination. and he's been thinking about it a lot, lately. what you'd feel like under his fingers. against his body. he has theories about this.

he can tell you're soft, and warm, and sometimes when the sunlight hits you he genuinely thinks you look like you could be straight out of one of those expensive oil paintings people paid a lot of money to see just a glimpse of.

and - yes, okay, maybe some of this was just his hormones talking, but come on. he couldn't not want to touch you. that was just one of those facts of life - the sun rose every morning, and whenever viktor saw you, he had the urge to touch you. to be close to you. to prove to you how much he adored you.

and then when you let him? that - that felt like a miracle. truly and honestly. because - viktor had never considered himself to be especially lucky, just, like, in life in general, but this?

he had to have won some sort of cosmic lottery. to first be lucky enough to meet you and then to be able to do this. to get so close. to touch you like this, to see you like this. it is nothing short of a privilege and he takes it, happily and greedily. and he makes it his personal mission to let you know exactly what he thought about you, and exactly how little you should care about anyone else's opinion. except your own, of course, but only on those days your mind was being kind to you.

so he makes sure you know that he absolutely worships you. okay? you are his personal deity, and he is devoted. he lets you know, any way he knows how, and any opportunity he gets. given half a chance, he will be praising you, telling how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is to have you. telling you how good you look, how good you feel, how good you make him feel. he isn't shy - he tells you, in enough detail to make your cheeks heat up.

and when you're alone, and you have all the time in the world? he shows you, and he doesn't hold back. and then he reminds you, again and again and again.

and you know viktor isn't a liar. he doesn't care about things like this enough to lie about them. so when he tells you that he loves the way you look, the way you feel, the way you are, you believe him.

[graciedollie]

Grayson x plus size fem S/O fluff, but make it appreciation like rather than objectification? Just something softer instead of straight up sexualization of reader's size 🙏🙏🙏

Nothing But Love

pair: grayson x plussize!reader

summary: It was a beautiful day in the gorgeous town of Piltover as you and your wife were taking your usual stroll through the markets. She spoiled you rotten, buying you anything you had wanted and she was enjoying every bit of it. The day certainly got better when something caught your eye.

warnings; none, just pure fluff, grayson loves her wife (you), and you’re married (ofc) , reader is fem (ofc)🎀

a/n: hope you enjoy anon <3 (and i completely understand the sexualization thing—it literally gets to a point!!)

The gorgeous city of Piltover was buzzing with activity of crowd. Kids running around freely, people chatting happily with one another and even checking the latest inventions that were released not too long ago. It was a perfect day for a nice outing with your lovely wife, Grayson.

You two been happily married for a good 3 year and it’s been the best 3 years of your life. Grayson always loved you dearly, inside and out. You were a bigger girl and that just made Grayson fall in love with you even more, but your personality and aura really caught her heart more than your body.

Yeah, she loved your body—god she loved it. She worshipped your body for fucks sake, but that wasn’t what she mainly loved. She loved the way you carried yourself and how you always held this aura around you. She was utterly in love with you and wouldn’t change it any other way—you were both madly in love.

You two were happily enjoying the beautiful day you were offered and were walking along the busy streets of buzzing people. Grayson wrapped her arms around your waist as her hand rested on your hip, rubbing her thumb over your hips—enjoying the feeling of your hip dips she was obsessed with. She had opted for a nice causal outfit while you wore a nice (favorite color) dress that hugged your body—allowing your stomach to show proudly, plump thighs peeking slightly and the swell of your breast.

Grayson always loved when you wore dresses, especially those pretty sundresses. God she was utterly obsessed with them and always bought one for you whenever she saw it—which you were always thankful for!! With the day of shopping and running errands, she was excited to go clothes shopping with you, even if it was a hassle for you to pick clothes—she was always quick to help her precious!!

You first stopped at your usual floral shop that you lived to pick up your favorite flowers and you always—ALWAYS—made sure to pick Grayson flowers too (which were those pretty Iris flowers!!) Your eyes were practically gleaming as you happily sniffed the flowers, turning to her wide smile tugged at your lips as you held the flowers to her. “Ain’t they pretty, baby? They smell so, SO good!” She couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, nodding at you with a warm smile etched on her lips, “Mhm, I see, love. Wanna get those?”

Of course you did! You’d call yourself a fool for passing up such things!!

Grayson became increasingly more excited as you were practically flying through your errands, making it closer to finally trying out new clothes for you—this was honestly the main reason why should love running errands with you.

Regardless of whatever you were doing, she just loved being close to you. Her eyes caught sight of the way your nose looked from the side, your double-chin and the way your cheeks would puff whenever you smile—this woman was smitten by you:

It didn’t take long until you both reached your usual clothing store, Adoring Attire. It was your favorite clothing shop that always had your favorite styles and even plus sizes—which was honestly a struggle to find since most people were thinner, but you didn’t let that bother you too much. The bell above the door ringed throughout the shop,causing the familiar employee, Amaria, turned her head with a warm smile. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customers. How can you help you today?”

Going shopping, specifically clothing shopping, was not always the best experience. Either something was too big or too small, too tight or too loose, or just didn’t shape your figure right. It was frustrating and made shopping difficult, but Grayson introduced you to Amaria shop that so happened to be plus size friendly!! It was honestly a relief to finally find your spark in shopping—now you couldn’t get enough.

“I’m just looking for certain pieces for some little outfits I plan to do!” You chimed happily with a sweet smile, clasping your arms with Grayson as she gazed at you with nothing but love and adoration. Amaria nodded in understanding, swiftly making her way through the racks of clothes as she ushered you over, “these are my recent pieces i’ve made! Feel free to take a look, love.” Oh you were. She didn’t even have to tell twice.

With you grabbing multiple clothing here and there before disappearing in a dressing room, Grayson leaned against the wall as she looked around with an observant gaze; though her mind was racing with excitement and curiosity to see what you were going to come up with.

⋆

“Baby, what do you think?” Was all Grayson heard before she turned her head to see you in all of your glory—she was ready to marry you all over again. Not that you would be complaining, of course. Her lips parted slightly as her eyes went wide at the sight of you, dressed nicely from head to toe. You came out of the dressing room wearing a black button-up shirt with a stripped vest that was paired with a tie and fixed with layers of black skirts, matched with some black heels and sock.

The outfit showed your figure perfectly in ways that didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable or too closed in. It. was. perfect. You, yourself, was perfect and it was clear Grayson though so too with the way she gazed at you as if you were her whole world—which you were. “Love, you look….stunning. God how’d I get so lucky, yeah?” She stepped closer to you as her hand found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to her as you gazed up at her with gleaming eyes and an adoring smile.

Your smile was always her weakness.

“Thank you, baby. You’re so sweet to me.” You murmured softly as you caressed her cheek before leaning into a loving kiss with her; savoring the taste of tea and smoke on her tongue—god YOU were thinking about marrying her all over again now.

You pulled away from the kiss with a small chuckle, running a thumb gently over her cheek as you cupped her face, looking at her with nothing but pure love and affection, “I love you so much, honey…” She couldn’t help the stupid smile that crept along her lips, revealing the smile lines that appeared on her lovely skin, “I love you most, sweetheart.”

“That’s quite impossible since I love you wayyy more.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yes, really.”

She shook her head with a small chuckle escaping from her lips as she held you close to her, looking at you with pure adoration and love struck as she murmured, “Mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.” You rolled your eyes at her little remark, hitting her chest lightly; earning a hearty laugh from her. “You’re somethin’ else you know that?”

“And you love it.”

“That, I do.”

hope you enjoyed bbys!! <3

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[abbertionaldyke]

smack a jack

sevika x black fat dyke gnc reader

game night w pookie + a dyke with sum freek plans and their undeterred partner // regular setting

“alright, alright then…” sevika brings out a deck of cards from a drawer nearby, watching you search through the fridge. their movements slow a bit. “then…just the brew you made then. nothin’ extra.”

your surprised reaction is hid, face nearly stuffed into the refrigerator. “told you those were experimental. and i don’t have any.”

a hum comes from sevika, the package of cards tapping tentatively against their metal prosthetic as they walk closer to your bent over figure. “no, i know you. somethin’ bein’ experimental doesn’t mean you don’t have it.” they brush past you, side-eyeing your ass. “and you hide things in the back of the fridge. guess what i know what’s usually in the back of all that mess?”

soft clinks emerge just as your fingers touch a bottle’s cap with a bit more force than necessary, cutting into your rebuttal to sevika. your position turns into a kneeling one, hands maneuvering the two bottles from the depths of the fridge.

blinking, sevika’s gaze drifts from you, then back, then away again, sights settling on the cards in their hand. their journey to the living room is halted by your stance returning to a standing one.

“see.” sevika gestures to the clear glass bottles filled with an inky, dark purple liquid. “also putting things behind items that can be moved or seen through doesn’t make them hidden.”

now a proper rebuttal can be made, graced by a face-to-face reunion; you match sevika’s expression, mimicking their stance in the same moment before you say, “see,” you copy their tone. your normal voice returning, you continue, “and i don’t know who invited you into my fridge. snooping is not a good look for you.”

sevika’s prosthetic reaches for the bottle you’re offering as you make your way to their awaiting figure in the middle of the walkway, their free hand rubbing across your back while you both walk back to the living room. they let you in front of them to circle the worn but sturdy coffee table, their touch lingering on your baggy clothing.

“sure was for you. thank you very much for your thorough and successful search.” sevika watches you sit down before their own body comes right beside yours. they open the package holding the cards, sliding them out and into their left hand, tossing the empty container to the edge of the coffee table. “do you know you have more plants and plant food than actual food?”

you put a coaster in front of yourself and sevika, fighting back a smile. “my stuff is in freezer. savin’ up for a second fridge for projects.” taking your bottle, you snap open the cap, a lavender mist escaping as you do. “oooouu.”

this earns chuckle from sevika, their shuffling of the cards a subconscious feat while they look at you. then their gaze goes to the bottle and a brow quirks. “as much as i applaud and appreciate your work with these experiments, i don’t think i like you near the edible intoxication part—you got a lil too much goin’ on.”

“why don’t you jus’ flip the cards and pass ‘em out so i can claim my victory?” a small sip of the concoction is taken by you. “what is this one we’re doin’, smack a jack?”

sevika follows along with your action, settling the cards in their right hand while their left opens their bottle. they subtly move closer, processing your latter statement and laughing when they do. before the tip of the bottle touches their lips, they motion vaguely with it in their grasp. “yeah, smack a jack.”

the simultaneous swig of the herbal elixir brings a hum of delight from you and a suspicious, curious grunt from sevika, alongside a mirroring comment, “sweet.”

scoffing, a lopsided smile grows on sevika’s face. “why the hell are you surprised?” their thoughts wander. “you…tested this before you bottled it, yeah? the reason you even have to save up for another fridge is because the last one exploded. which is…i’m still tryna wrap my head around…because you don’t even sell weapons.”

another sip is taken by sevika, despite their apprehension, an evident coolness coming from the recently refrigerated drink. they wince slightly when the frigidness of the beverage sustains the temperature even in the depths of their stomach. setting the bottle back down on the coaster, sevika returns to shuffling the cards a few more times before passing them out to you and theirself.

you hum, putting a hand on sevika’s knee while you take another swig of the drink. “you know so much, yet so little.” the same hand raises to their chin and nudges it lightly. “baby, you gotta pay attention more.”

sevika absentmindedly follows your touch as your hand departs from their chin, a faint grin on their lips as the warmth rushes to their cheeks. they resume to pass out the cards to the piles in front of you and theirself, finishing quickly. they grab their deck of cards, licking over their bottom lip slightly before lightly gnawing on the inside of it.

"ain't a problem for me. i can give you all the attention you want." they reach for your legs, right hand slipping toward the inside of your thigh before gripping and lifting it, setting it over their lap; the motion is repeated with the other, their touch lingering on your calf.

taking your deck of cards into your hands, your eyes flit to sevika's hand before looking at the side of their face. they cast you a side-eye before turning their head to hold you in focus while their brow quirks. with swiftness, the surface of your dark brown skin is peppered with goosebumps while your lower abdomen churns with desire.

"attemptin' to distract me." you point to sevika with your deck. "with those eyes. i know you."

an airy chuckle leaves sevika, their gaze returning to the coffee table. "then let me focus because i don't want these eyes to be part of the rant later when you lose. you don’t even know the right name of the game—it’s slapjack.”

“nine, ten, a big fat hen. smack slap. i don’t care. watch me work.” you clutch your cards tighter, features showcasing your determination.

their bottle is in their hand again for a quick swig, a soft laugh passing through sevika’s nose as they indulge, suspicion of the beverage still high. now on their fourth swallow of the concoction, sevika’s brown skin prickles, the hairs standing at attention. a prominent pulse echoes through their body and your scent is suddenly amplified. the coolness nestling in their stomach is met with a natural heat that makes them squirm in their seat slightly, their gaze flitting to the apex of your thick thighs and the fabric draping across your pudgy stomach.

“ha!” you smack down the first card on the coffee table.

sevika brings their attention back to the game, movements robotic as they put the next card down. they watch your hand jerk out, anticipating. the tenseness in their body dissipates at your reaction, a couple blinks clearing the fog of desire—or at least attempts to.

another card is put down by you with the same force, your more alert state still no match for sevika’s slightly altered one.

snatching the cards up, sevika tosses a glance your way, your impending response omitted as you take a mighty gulp from your drink. patting a very high point on your thigh lightly, sevika says, “take that in slow, baby.”

you quickly depart the bottle tip from your mouth, eyes widening as an idea comes to your mind. “take a drink if you lose the round.”

sevika raises a brow. “that a challenge or your punishment? you’re already down one.” their eyes dart to your moistened lips, heart thumping with anticipation.

feigning a frown, you hold a laugh back, trying to maintain a leveled demeanor as the brew works its way deeper. your response is put on hold when you see sevika slowly leaning toward you, their hand that remained on your thigh softly kneading the flesh. with a grip still on the neck of your bottle, you raise your fist to sevika’s chest, barring their advances.

“you just called me a loser,” you start playfully, “and think you can start rubbin’ on me?”

sevika’s gaze searches your face, seeing if you’ll put the presumed facade aside but comes to a quick realization and diverts their eyes as they begin to think. they smooth a crinkle in the fabric of your pants, the soft leisurewear running along their palm. “just offerin’ a little encouragement is all.”

you relent a bit, letting sevika close in as you watch a small smirk of victory build on their lips. affectionate irritation builds at the sight, the force of your fist against their chest returning, gently stopping them from advancing just when you can feel the warmth of their skin breathe onto yours.

gray eyes stare into yours with a questioning essence while a silent plea beams through the glimmering sights. sevika’s left hand joins the coaxing, caressing your right calf lightly.

“you put the card down next or it’s me?” the smile is evident in your inquiry.

a slight downturn comes to sevika’s lips, an ever-present hunger for the touch and feel of your skin gnawing at their senses. no help from whatever you cooked up and poured into the bottles, the processing elixir mixes with your natural scents, wafting through the air and heightening their yearning. reluctant with the action, sevika straightens and plucks a card from their deck setting it on the table to resume the game.

nearly ten minutes later, it is a surprise to you both that the deck you carry presents itself with a prominent thickness, indicating your multiple triumphs. pity building for your partner quick after the drinks had to be taken after your wins, you brushed off the challenge, taking the swigs along with sevika.

after returning from a bathroom break, you walk back to the living room, the trek slowing as your gaze travels the lengths of sevika’s body, their large, broad figure relaxed against the couch, head laid back. you creep over, watching their steady breath, a smile growing on your face. you position yourself right in front of them, eyeing their spread out legs with a particular interest.

“tappin’ out?” you murmur, looking down at sevika with your arms crossed, confidence overabundant. you study your nails with fake interest, the gloating continuing, “yeah…i would too. how many you got left in your stack five? seven? ain’t no comin’ back from that.”

sevika opens one eye, looking you up and down before the other opens. silently, they straighten up, a low grunt of effort emitting as they do. they reach out and brush their right palm along the side of your thigh, adjusting theirself to scoot closer to the edge of the couch so their face nearly meets your lower torso.

“c’mere,” sevika mutters, their left hand nearing your other thigh before both circle around and smooth over the underside of your ass. they look up at you, gaze soft.

a protest fails to emerge, your arousal heightening and making your dark brown skin spark with more heat than what is already present. it’s those damn eyes. your mouth parts as you nod slowly, taking a step forward toward sevika.

still focused on your face, sevika speaks low, “you win. i give up.” they guide your legs to settle on either side of them, your straddle earning a sigh of relief as your warmth seeps into their body. they take a moment to adjust your posture, their right hand staying on your thigh with a soft grip while the other circles around your waist, pulling you closer.

pliant, your breaths are slow and heavy, fingertips grazing sevika’s jaw. the wordless command earns their attention, their eyes ceasing their venture of your body before meeting your heated sights.

“now you want me? hm?” sevika’s hips adjust under your weight, angling them to feel your heat more.

“you wanting to take a bite a minute into smackjack is no one’s problem but yours,” you retort, tilting your head.

sevika’s lips press against your bottom lip, their thumb slipping past your waistband and rubbing your hip, the ridges of your stretch marks traced lightly. your eagerness kissing back brings a soft moan from their throat, their hold on you tightening as if they would be able to meld your bodies. the motion in your lower body earns a raspier groan and a stutter of their own hips to meet the movement.

a breath is taken, the taste of the elixir and one another lingering on your tongues. “it definitely is my problem. and trust me, i’ll take care of it.”

just injected u into an oc like them avatar machines dew

kinda obsessed w shoola and sevika time to munch

[royaltysuite]

I miss 'em..... I should write them...😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[chubbygirlfics]

My requests are open I would love for y’all to send in some requests!!

[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 off 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

[woodle-isbae]

Viktor and Jayce. Raw. Both at once. Nothing more to say.

Kiss kiss💋

''Look at that, they're taking us so well huh?''

Jayce's voice was smooth and warm, hips thrown forward in a sharp thrust to plunge himself deep inside you, hands nearly bruising their shape into your hips.

''oh-fuck...yeah, keep...hah...keep going.''

Viktor said above you, guiding your head up and down his flushed cock to swallow more and more of him, trying his best to not make you gag.

the HexDuo had somehow talked you into trying out a new destressing method together, since the three of you had been so caught up with developing new Hexgear, that you barely had any time to yourselves.

you we're currently bent over, Viktor sitting on the desk while you swallowed down every inch of his veiny cock, Jayce pistoning himself in and out of your heat.

''Shit- keep clinging around me like that, please fuck..''

he sped up, lifting you up slightly to get a proper angle to fuck you, his whines and the slick sound of your gagging filled the dim lab. the paler of the two only letting out hisses and breathy profanities.

''ah...i need to feel you now.''

he popped your lips off his red tip, Jayce pulling out as well to move closer to both your bodies. the Duo placing their cocks against eachother, slowly jerking the brown and red bases before slipping inside you, giving you a moment to adjust as they shared a moan.

"Pleasepleaseplease-fuck..please move, I need it. "

The stretch presented to you was foreign and filling, you could basically feel them both up in your guts if you tried moving. even so, you still craved the orgasm that you knew they both could give you right now.

"I mean...we are we to deny you that pleasure, right Jayce?"

"They did ask politely.."

Surely all of Piltover heard you after tonight.

Requests are taking longer than I predicted, but I will deliver guys😣

[radbirdtheorist]

I feel like writing soooo give me some requests please if you can,no matter what race,size,religion or sexuality,I’ll make it

(And no mater how kink it is)

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

would you write for vi (arcane)?

BRILLIANT QUESTION!!! i was thinking about making a masterlist for her and sevika but the thing about it is, is that i haven't finished s1 and i know fuck all about s2 so id be a little concerned around mentioning canon/everything being too vague!!

there's alternate aus ofc so im honestly just pondering on it!!!