#arcane nsft

[thisrots]

vi ‘dicking’ you down <3

𖦹 word count: 635

𖦹 warnings: strap usage, dom!vi, sub!reader, rough(ish) sex, tender vi, praise, size(ish) kink?, that’s ab it. my clit wrote this saur… blurb maybe? hehe

Thinking of Vi strapping you down, but how sweet n tender she’d be with it while she drills into you. You’d start off on the bed, missionary so you could adjust to it (and so she could see your face when she first put it in). She’d slide it in, slow and calculated, hiding the fact that she was trying to get it in so deep inside you that she could see it bulging out of your lower tummy. She stared at your face, twisted up in pain and pleasure, biting your lip while your eyes roll back, making the black strap line in between her thighs dampen.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” She’d praise in your ear, her hips slapping against your skin as she starts to rock them, making sure to hit nothing but the spot she knew made your thighs quiver. Although she had good intentions, her sweetness would soon turn primal—her pace picking up the second a whiny moan escaped your lips. Her hand would meet your lower tummy, pressing onto it, making your back arch at the intense sensation, losing sight of the toy as all eight inches disappeared deep inside you.

“You’re—You’re filling me the—fuck!—up!” You’d mew out in between her animalistic thrusts, clinging onto her, greedily pulling her in even closer, clawing up her back as your fingers traced her tattoos. Her pants and grunts are all you could hear as she toyed with your ear, licking and biting, whispering sweet nothings to keep you going.

“I know, poor baby, I know,” Vi murmured, her voice husky and low, her words melting in your ears like honey. “But you can take it, can’t you? I believe in you, baby girl.”

She’d eventually lift you up without warning, too lost in the pleasure to even complain or react, only realizing you’re pressed against the wall once you felt the coldness on your skin. Your legs wrapped around her as her thrusts continued, the shlick noises of your wetness on the toy filling the room, your moans turning into mewls as she damn near reached your cervix. A hiccup escaped your lips, tears dribbling down your face, the intense feeling overtaking you. Vi immediately begun to smother you in kisses, every drop that fell from your eyes immediately disappearing into her lips.

“What is it baby, hm? Look at how well you’re taking me. You should be proud, aren’t you proud?” She’d question, forcing you to look down at your hole being stretched by the second. Your legs felt like jelly as they flopped against her sides, causing her to push them against your chest, completely holding your weight as she fucked into you. “I’ve got you. Being such a good girl for me.”

She’d continue until she felt your hole gripping around the toy, knowing you were close, keeping the same rhythm that was getting you there. Your moans were guttural and desperate, voice straining as she slammed herself inside you. She’d force you to look at her as you felt your orgasm creeping up, staring into her puppy blue eyes as she fucked into your g-spot, making it hard to believe such a sweet being could be this rough with you.

Your grip around her neck suddenly tightened, everything blurring out—her voice, her thrusts, the way her breath hit your skin—and then it hit you all at once. The shockwave of your climax washed over you, thighs quivering and toes curled, moaning out nothing but her name as your pussy clamped up around her, damn near drawing blood as your nails sunk into her back.

“There she is,” Vi started, kissing your lips, slowing down her pace, but not pulling out quite yet. She looked down at the cream coated toy, smirking at the sight as her eyes met yours. “Atta girl, baby.”

[s4pphicb1mb0]

uhmmm maybe crazy!jinx fucking reader with her gun and edging her for a bit first before letting her cum? <3

Gunman- Jinx

AN: Changed it a bit according to what I alr wrote before this.

Warnings: Heavy gun play, fucking with a gun, crazy Jinx, dark themes, NSFW.

You knew your girlfriend was certainly very kinky and loved trying new stuff, you didn't have a problem with it as you both had previously discussed boundaries.

When you heard gun play, you assumed maybe some light grazing with an unloaded gun, maybe she'll tease your nipples and then fuck you like usual.

Oh.

Oh poor you

Now you're naked with hands bound behind you and your legs tied to the bedpost like an eagle.

You hear Jinx load the gun and her mischievous giggle that follows.

“Ready for some action, toots?” she croons as she slowly approached and trailed a hand from between your chest and down to you already slick cunt.

You were shivering, and honestly you trusted Jinx but the gun scared you. But you were excited too.

She licks and sucks in between your thighs, so so close to your cunt but never over it and it is driving you crazy.

Then you felt it.

The cold, cold, metal of the gun parting your folds which felt like a relief to your aching core.

The way she was slowly running it between your folds and how it was deliciously just grazing your clit, which previously felt like a relief, now was torture.

“Jinx…p-please…” you whine.

And all you get is a giggle back and Jinx playfully slapping your thigh

“Hmm…. I dunno toots, maybe this is too dangerous, don’t ya think?” she says, teasingly. you know she's just messing with you but with your senses heightened you can't even utter a coherent sentence out

“N-no please I-I need it…” you squirm and plead with her

You feel her draw the gun away and you miss the coldness and girth of it sitting on your cunt.

“W-wait n-no plea-” you're cut off as you feel the very same gun pushing into you.

You hear Jinx giggle again as the gun squeezes inside your tight core.

Everything becomes too much, but you don't wanna stop yet.

You moan and raise your hips to make it fit, only for Jinx to tut at you and push you back down.

Squeezing it in was one thing.

Fucking you with it was a whole other thing.

Jinx wasn't much of a talker during sex, she got wo into fucking you, or getting fucked that she went nonverbal.

That's how you knew she was in her element finally.

As it started to move in and out of you, you were sure it'll take out your entire insides out with it too.

Hearing Jinx’s giggle again, reminded you that the gun was loaded.

You panic and you try to look down to see if her hand placement would trigger it, but again.

She pushes you back down slowly and within a minute, you start clenching around the gun.

It was no longer cold, it was hot from being inside you, and your body heat warming it up.

But you could feel the ridges of it on your walls and it was hot.

It was all so deliciously pleasurable, and Jinx upon noticing you're close started to frantically move it inside and out, hitting your womb in the process making you cry out in pleasure?pain? agony? you'll never know.

One more…..

One more push and you came all over the gun that was suddenly pulled out from inside you

You could feel your walls pulsating and the hint of pain you could feel from the previous intrusion.

You realise you had your eyes squeezed shut, and you open them to see Jinx licking the gun off slowly, and teasingly as she had that smug smirk on her face.

She pulls the trigger and your eyes widen, and the gun makes a click sound.

Ohhh….

It was never loaded in the first place. You feel a relief, but you're not sure why because even during the whole ordeal, you didn't feel scared.

“What, ya’ think I'm dumb to fuck you with a loaded gun?” she says as she moves closer and claims your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

“The trial went well, don't ya think?” she giggles and…. the realisation of “trial round” only registered before you hear her pick up another gun.

[xoxo-sincerely-me]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚,

𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓!𝑽𝒊

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆…

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who begs saying she ‘just wants to see her’

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who’s eyes glaze over as soon as she sets her eyes on your clit

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who ignores the pain in her jaw to eat you out as long as possible

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who eats you past overstimulation , begging for just “a little longer” as you push her head away

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who sometimes likes to just rest her mouth over your clit and falls asleep drowning in your pussy

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who’s voice gets croaky from disuse

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who will squish herself into the most uncomfortable position if it means access to your pussy

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who drools into your covers so bad you have change your sheets every time she eats you out

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who whines more than you when you come, licking you clean with ferocity

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who has wet dreams about eating you out

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who wakes up with cum in her boxers and drool soaking her pillow

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who never fails to find a way to put her hand on your pussy: you often wake up to her warm palm cupping you through your pjs, or feel her fingers try to rub your pussy under the table in public

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who professes loudly about how she wants to die in your pussy

꩜pussyworshiper!Vi who mumbles praise and thank yous into your pussy like a prayer

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒆

[mihii-i]

hypnotized.

Pairings: caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, modern au, CEO caitlyn, secretary reader, both are in their early 20s (23-24-ish), both giving and receiving for the reader but cait is kinda in control-ishhhh?? I don’t know I don’t like dom and sub titles, mutual jealousy, face sitting, cunnilingus, fingering, kind of drunk sex(?) but it’s consensual don’t worry, slight marking, fluffy, yes there is plot before the sexy time so calm down, this lowkey didn’t turn out good but who cares smh, timeskips of two or three months with each line cut, not proofread.

A/N: now playing — ayo technology by 50 cent. ohhhh I see how it is fine if my freaky fic get more likes then I post freaky fic that’s written decently and with plot how bout that yeah stop being thirsty smh guys this is /j and said with love i swear yall are amazing anyway 🕯️

Prolonged ticks of the clock’s hands flicking forward circled the empty enclosure, seemingly bouncing off of the glossed flooring your heels clicked along. Your eyelids briefly lowered upon catching sight of the thick glass shielded along the towering door before you, the lump in your throat bearing a heavy rock of anxiety you were unable to swallow back in the wake of her office only a few steps away.

It had always been an odd instinct of yours which you presumed every other employee had—intimidation. Your CEO was nothing short of a woman who invoked fear without even issuing threats of the sort, rather it primarily resided in the firm character Caitlyn upheld, strictly speaking out in a firm voice that compelled rival companies to shrink away in her presence. Perhaps that conflicting feeling that churned in your stomach could stem from the daunting front of her appearance she swerved into the office with everyday.

You’d think a CEO typically strayed away from a company environment, shrouding themselves in a veil of anonymity, coiled up in the deep shell of their own office in management to dictate every minute detail whether it was the dust on a computer, or the folding of a coffee cup. All while remaining strayed away from the bustling heat of the company itself, scrambling together every spreadsheet, descending their fingers onto a keyboard in rapid clicks all to keep it alive at the very least.

Not Caitlyn though.

You gradually found yourself hooked on the young woman’s conscientious and diligent approach toward affairs in the company, admiring how she firmly stood upon her push to aid the company in thriving. Despite her young age, Caitlyn ensured success in almost every operation she had conducted, her performance exceeding that of any previous CEOs, dare you say even her mother. That only brought up the wavering question that clashed within your head for so long, conflicting in a scrape of your thoughts against each other upon pondering why you felt so anxious around her.

Of course you hadn’t developed a crush on your superior. That would be stupid, not to mention unprofessional.

“You may come in now.”

Her voice snapped you out of your daze in a split second, your eyes flitting upward quickly to fix on her staring you down through the glass door, fingers intertwined in one another with her elbows planted on the desk as her chin rested atop her hands. You cleared your throat as your foot struggled to step forward toward the glass door, inching forward at a near frozen pace with the nonexistent weight of your tense muscles pushing back to prevent you from moving any further.

In one quick motion, you shouldered past the glass swiftly, hand grasping along the cool golden metal of the handles as you pushed the door open with the utmost care, watching your every little movement upon entering her office. You didn’t want to upset her by clumsily breaking anything, that was for sure. Caitlyn’s arms rested along the smoothed spruce of the table, pushing aside the sprawled out papers scattered along her desk in nearly every corner. Drags of black ink were sketched out along each sheet in thin strokes of her cursive writing on each page organized into neat margins.

Caitlyn extended her hand to gesture you into the swiveling leather chair situated before the desk walled before you two, seemingly examining your every little movement as you seated yourself into the opposing cushion of diamond-patterned black leather. Saying you were nervous was an understatement. Although you admired her from afar, close quarters interactions with her always sent you spiraling into a thick tunnel of apprehension, frequently holding your tongue before speaking any word at all.

What were you here for? Were you in some sort of trouble? Had you messed up something in the midst of your work? Seriously- could she just wipe that stern look off her face and tell you already-!?

“(Name), I believe I should simply be upfront with you. I don’t feel like dragging on a meeting to notify you of something so simple.” She pointed out, grabbing your attention as you slightly cocked your head to the side in curiosity. Drawing in a breath, her fingertips tapped along the pen situated to her right, rolling it back and forth along her index finger idly as those sharp swirls of blue bore into your frame. She straightened herself up immediately, dragging down the lapels of her blazer brushing along her tie.

“I’d like you to be my executive secretary, as I..don’t currently have one right now.”

Her abrupt statement was only followed by her exhaling as her gaze averted to the floor aligned with her desk. As if she was refraining from elaborating upon any further details. Typical. You didn’t expect much uttered from the lips of the refined woman after all, just her usual gestures as a sort of quick in and out with business.

With a complacent nod, you carefully withdrew your hands from the spruce desk, palms smoothing along the chiseled edge to roll your chair back and make space for you to stand upright to your full height.

“I..am grateful you consider me worthy. Thank you, Ms. Kiramman.” You replied, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with your boss’s scrutinizing gaze drilling over, likely fumbling along the possibilities of what could go wrong with you serving as such. Caitlyn blinked for a brief moment, flicking her hand away in a gesture to brush you out of her office. Not exactly a rude gesture, yet one that signed you to leave her sight.

—

“Having trouble with something?”

Your voice caught the navy blue haired woman’s attention, her lips pursing inward as her perplexed expression irradiated within the shines of gentle, pale light from the lamp neatly lit at the corner of her desk. Caitlyn hummed in response with a tiny smile curving up her cheekbones lifting along her face. Recently, you had grown quite fond of her as opposed to your time preceding your position as her secretary, often exchanging as much as a smile with the CEO and engaging in casual conversation—sometimes even outside of work hours.

Simply put, you’ve gotten close to Caitlyn over the course of these few months in your position that kept you at her side. You often basked in the comfort of those little moments that flared a spark of warmth burning inside you when you were beside her, losing yourself in the sweet melody of her laugh residing as the only thing that stuck in your head. Finding yourself utterly fixated on random features of her whenever you’d hang out in a friendly manner after work, it was always a gamble at which what you’d choose to fixate on.

Maybe her neatly combed hair waved down past her shoulders, the volumized tint of dark blue like a deep ocean in the depths of midnight. Or perhaps the lighter blue of her eyes? They complimented her nose- and her smile too. Hell, even the small gap between her two front teeth that caught you in a trance whenever she did smile. Probably her hands?

You couldn’t choose. You liked looking at all of her, honestly.

Oh, but of course only as a friend. Your company would go to shit if you were to get into romantic territory with the literal CEO. Of course only is a friend, is what you’d keep telling yourself.

Caitlyn clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth as her eyes narrowed across the various sheets across her desk, flickering to her laptop occasionally as she kept her sights on one paper in particular with strokes of fancy writing and a red little thread at the end, a signature splotched along the bottom like an invitation of sorts. You blinked, noticing the little parched envelope splayed open, the red wax seal sitting between the tip of the fold and the center chipped apart, broken with the two ends able to fit together.

“An invite?” You inquired, resting an elbow against her chair as you bent over to skim along the neat arrangement of words in its request to some sort of hall banquet. She circled her thumb along the smoothed creases of the unfolded page, her silence uttering volumes of her hesitance to attend such an important, yet occupying event that would interfere with the initial plans she had arranged in her schedule.

“I’m not sure if I can attend…but at the same time not doing so would skip out on an opportunity. Considering the amount of wealthy investors we could have at the banquet that potentially serve as benefits to our own company.”

You bit your bottom lip in acknowledgment of the situation, opening your mouth to speak before Caitlyn’s words persisted in an unusual undertone of panic.

“Yet- there’s so many arrangements I planned to do on the day, so much work I planned to get done. I can’t possibly fit the stuff I need to do for the next day with keeping things going smoothly.”

Hand pressed flat to her shoulder, you attempted to deliver a comforting squeeze past the ridged shoulders of her blazer, albeit a bit hesitantly as you were still in a professional environment. Thankfully, Caitlyn didn’t find it in herself to keep up the front of her usual stern self, lulling her head against the headrest of her seat as her hand rested atop your own, occasionally tracing against the bumps of your knuckles on the dorsal side of your hand.

“I think you should go. You’ll find a way to fit everything. Besides, this is a a one time opportunity, no?”

Caitlyn’s eyebrows furrowed to contemplate your words, skidding her hands along the desk to take the pen in her grasp as she dwelled on your reasoning before settling on a resolute conclusion with your words into account.

“Perhaps you’re right. Not just for the investors, but just because everyone deserves to unwind probably.”

You stifled an amused huff, before quickly attempting your mask your smile, to which you failed. She peeked over at your uplifted features, responding with her own exhale in a feather light tone.

“Is something funny, (Name)?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow and unable to hide her own grin.

“Nope. I’ve just..never got the chance to mess with you outside of work.”

Caitlyn shook her head as her chin lifted to push the letter off to the side in a discard pile of papers she already read, setting down the pen squeezed between her clasped fingers in front of her. After shuffling through another paper or two, she tightened her hands around both sides of the stack and let it drop into aligning vertically to set it in a neat tower of sheets once more.

“Then shall we go out somewhere again? To ease your mind a little outside of our professional setting?”

Your lashes nearly blurred your vision as you nearly melted in her smooth voice, slick like glistening honey consuming all five senses into a trance that only left you thinking of Caitlyn.

“I think I’d like that.”

—

Well, judging from the months that passed, the party certainly wasn’t what you expected. A banquet hall booked in a lavish hotel. Alright.

The gentle atmosphere of faint gold diffused from the crystal chandelier hung on the towering ceiling left its mark upon every corner of the hall, its dull glow dwelling upon the red carpets and white cloth draped over the rounded tables. You awkwardly huddled in less populated spot beside a table situated to the left of the corridor, nurturing the glass of red wine huddled between your slippery hands, held to your chest.

Specks of wine sloshed around in the confines of the wine glass, staining the clean midpoint with deep red drops trickling back down to pool into the beverage you had only sipped once or twice. You swiftly adjusted your tie hanging below the folds of your collar, the bottom masked by your buttoned up blazer, as you didn’t want anyone judging you for being unkempt for so much as a stray hair strand sticking out.

Your shoulders rolled back as you found your gaze settling onto Caitlyn in the distance, a wave of relief putting you at ease upon seeing a familiar face apart from the managers of your company—whom of which you didn’t have too close of a relationship with. If you’re being honest, you didn’t even know they existed until recently. Maybe you should join her? You were her secretary, so if she was negotiating you should be there to listen in to important affairs as well.

Yet the moment you came remotely close to the vicinity to which crowds of elegant, refunded people stood circles around her, you quickly scrabbled back to a safe distance, keeping yourself far from the chatter and bellowing laughter flooding the clearing. That alien sensation twisting at your chest returned once more clouded your judgement in a thick fog, lingering within you ever since the party began whenever your view consisted of Caitlyn with another person. Especially any of those businesswomen that got weirdly touchy with her.

You scoffed, attempting to internally cut away those strings of jealousy tugging and squeezing at your heart in as if treating you garrote the beating muscle thumping against your chest. Squeezing the neck of the wine glass between your thumb and forefinger, your scrunched up expression could only be shrouded behind the swirling, thin layer of burgundy spilling past your lips and seeping onto your tongue.

“Ah, my secretary? She’s right there.”

Snapping your head over to the direction of your boss’s familar voice, accompanied by the easily classy accent rolling off her tongue you could distinguish within seconds. Holding the wine glass in your palm, fingers snaked above the neck to hold the base of the cusp, you noticed Caitlyn gesturing you to come over. Of course, accompanied by the stares of several others examining your every little move from that moment. Hesitantly, you stepped over to her until you brushed shoulder to shoulder with her, tense under the eyes of many glancing over you.

“So, about the deal you had struck to invest?”

A middle aged woman strode forwards as she shouldered past the crowds of people, tutting as she seemed satisfied with both the CEO and her secretary inquiring about a deal.

“Right. If I’m being honest, I’m seeking a piece of your company. Not just a small share. $6 million. I want 60% ownership.”

Caitlyn’s eyes widened, your own expression matching hers at the ridiculous ‘deal’ she thought she could strike. You opened your mouth to protest, composing yourself to assert your objection to the preposterous idea that she proposed.

“Hold on. 6 million isn’t even remotely close to match such a high ownership amount. You are aware that we’re somewhere in the billions in terms of company worth?”

The other woman rolled her eyes, cigar twirling between her fingers as her teeth ground together, pretending to think over your objection.

“I believe I asked the CEO, not her secretary with a pretty face.”

“You’ll get the same answer from Cai- Ms. Kiramman.”

Your swift correction earned a flicker of surprise across the other woman’s features, taking a hit of her cigar in a cloud of an awful stench stemmed from the dusty grey cloud causing you to choke out a cough.

“Hm. You must be closely acquainted with the chief executive officer to address her by her first name. Don’t tell me, you didn’t actually earn that position of yours?”

Your mouth nearly ran dry at her implications, horrified. You tried to alleviate the situation by speaking up. Saying something, anything. But she just kept going.

“Oh, Ms. Kiramman. What have I told you of ranking up those who aren’t qualified? If we’re talking about any other low company she would’ve been the CEO herself by now based off of the other services she could provide-“

“I advise you shut your fucking mouth.” Caitlyn bristled, the entire hall going dead silent at her foul words hissing through her teeth as she folded her arms. Her contorted expression of vexation remained glued to her face as she continued to speak, nearly making the other woman’s cigar slip out of her hands and tumble along the floor.

“I very obviously won’t be even remotely inclined to accept your offer. Especially since you have the gall to request something so obviously designed to take advantage of someone you deem to have less experience than you.”

She sucked in a breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as everyone’s eyes now dulled onto her, to which she didn’t pay any mind to. Her fingertips grazed your wrist for a moment, before she balled her hand up to retract from the bliss she found in your touch.

“My secretary and I..will be heading to our respective rooms for the night.” She murmured quietly, her tone hushed as she kept her thumb and forefinger pinched on the bridge of her nose.

Upon leading you to the front desk, you could only follow behind her in mindless motions as every word spoken after only registered as a soundless ring of translated into a high pitched buzz. Your blood ran cold with each lingering step shadowed behind you when you followed Caitlyn to the door of your hotel room, blinking as you were finally able to ground yourself back into reality the minute you set foot into the hotel room.

Gaze lingering in awe upon each piece of lavish decor furnished along the stands and shelves lined in gold frequently, you paused as you took in the sight of Caitlyn seated on the bed in front of you, blazer carelessly hanging off the edge of the couch’s armrest as she stared at the carpet with her legs crossed over one another.

“We’re staying in the same hotel room?”

She nodded, not even bothering to look up at you.

“Sorry. I should’ve confirmed whether you were okay with it.”

“No- no..it’s fine. I just- thought you might prefer some privacy.”

Caitlyn shook her head, eyes fixed down on her lap as her hands planted back onto the bed. Her tie loosely hung down her chest as she carefully reached one hand over to undo the ponytail that held her hair up, allowing the spills of dark blue to cascade down her shoulders before raising the same hand up to smooth out the front part of her hair. You only swallowed as your weight creased down on the bed as well, comfortably seating yourself onto the mattress next to her.

Was it just you, or did her lips look nicer today?

Of course with that exhaustion you withheld from drawling out throughout the whole party, you slurred the thoughts manifested into words, slipping right out like it was nothing.

“Your lips look beautiful today.”

You weren’t drunk. Not even close. Yet the way you let your front falter in the setting between the two of you, sharing the same room on the same bed—made you feel drunk off her presence alone. Intoxicated by the leash this woman practically had on you, not even voluntarily exerting her control over you, yet you offered yourself up to her embrace that engulfed you like a storm. Allowing yourself to crave the way you relished in your desire for Caitlyn.

And Caitlyn only.

Caitlyn rose an eyebrow to process the words you had just spoken, her hands drifting over to settle on her lap.

“Sorry? (Name)…I don’t think I heard you properly.”

You were tired. Tired of pretending you didn’t like…or rather love, this woman. Tired of letting the pesky environment of work, the facade of ‘professionalism’ shove back the feelings you held for her. Tired of using the excuse that she’s your boss when the two of you were clearly more than just boss and secretary outside of work.

You were tired of pretending you weren’t in love with Caitlyn.

“I said what I said..I’m so sick of pretending. Cait, I’m..sorry if this is abrupt. I love..”

Running your fingers through your scalp, you struggled to speak, taking note of how she uncrossed her legs and leaned in to give you her full attention. Her eyelids drooped into a sort of dreamy look of infatuation boring into you, reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, to which you nearly flinched due to the heat radiating off your cheeks.

“You were saying?”

You couldn’t even say what you wanted to, now stuttering words into incoherent vowels as meangingless noises drew out of you like a malfunctioning machine. Rolling your shoulders back, you couldn’t even begin to fathom the feverish warmth that crawled up your your neck to your jawline as Caitlyn leaned her body forward, practically forcing you to not break your gaze with her as her lips ghosted over yours, only a few centimeters away.

“That you were in love with me?”

Either your heart completely stopped, or rapidly beat faster, and you couldn’t put your finger on which one it is. Shallow breaths escaped your lips as you caught a glimpse of Caitlyn’s pupils dilate for a split second, to which you brushed off as nothing but a hallucination. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, pursing your lips inward away from her, no matter how badly you wanted to lunge in for a kiss right then and there.

Caitlyn expelled a noise similar to a scoff, slipping her slender pointer finger below your chin to tilt your head up.

“Don’t do that. How else am I going to kiss you?”

That was more than enough to allow your lower lip to slide past your teeth back to their original position, unable to keep up with the fleeting, sudden change of pace as you felt soft flesh collide against your own. Locking both of your lips together as she hugged them in a fervent embrace, fingers dancing along your waist as her hand pressed flat against the fabric cloaking your ribcage. You couldn’t help the shrill whimper that you gasped out as Caitlyn impatiently fumbled with the buttons of your blazer, holding your shoulders to help you shrug off the article of clothing, yet not allowing you to break away from her lips fit snug against yours.

Heat crept along every inch of your skin in the ardent pursuit of your desire that Caitlyn had wrapped you in, her gentle sighs fanning along your lips as her fingers prodded and squeezed at various parts of your torso, even finding their way to slip beneath your bra and knead at the soft mounds of flesh occasionally as if her hands had a mind of their own. Upon pulling back, her eyes raked along your disheveled body, already so spent from a mere kiss.

“Cait..” you breathed out, leaning back as you kept your eyes locked on her tall stature towering before you, breath catching in your throat upon noticing the blue haired woman lift her shirt over her head to loom over you with that distinct fury of passion soaring within the pools of cerulean within her eyes.

“I was hoping you’d say it first. Glad my wish came true.” She chuckled, leaning her body over yours, hands planted firmly on either side of your body. Only this time, you weren’t nervous, nor did you pull away. You only wrapped your arms around her neck, touching your nose to hers as you allowed your vulnerability to be laid out on display, exposed to her as you knew you shared the seem feeling of entangling affection with Caitlyn.

“Gods...I love you, Cait. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, (Name). I can’t take hiding it anymore.”

Once more, both of you closed the little distance there was into yet another heated kiss, pressing your bare chest to hers as the warmth of your hands rested on her shoulders, both of your tops discarded at on the side of the bed atop the hotel room carpet. Her moans muffled against your swollen lips, hand desperately shuffling against the pearly skin of her back to unclasp her bra as you were met with Caitlyn’s lips grazing along your neck. To which you rolled your head back in hopes of providing more ease for her to kiss your throat.

Her sharp inhales jerked in rapid successions along the lining of your neck trailed to your collarbone, teeth occasionally tugging to leave faint blooms of red which she immediately dragged her tongue over to remedy as an apology. The two of you remained pressed to each other firmly, no space harbored between your bodies as you allowed yourself to surrender to the affection that swelled within you for her, spiking along every fiber in your body like a hypnotizing nectar that left you in a trance in her mercy. Only that, you weren’t hypnotized. No. You wanted her all to yourself.

You simply basked in the endearment of her touch gliding along your skin like a sacred dance, a touch she reserved for only you to feel as she nipped at your collarbone almost pathetically, yet maintaining the firm front. Quite a different side you allowed yourself to see of your boss, the side of her which you had the luxury to embrace behind closed doors.

“Can I..? Please, (Name).”

“Do whatever you please. I just want you right now.”

Caitlyn sat up, glancing over at the wine glass and tall bottle of Romanée-Conti wrapped up in a silk white bow. Looks like they wanted to accommodate the guests with a beverage as well. And an expensive one at that. Quickly, she was able to split open the lid with ease in a hurry, as if she was desperately rushing her way to chug the wine. Your hand rested on her forearm as your dull, yet ardent gaze eased her to go slow, your silence speaking volumes of your emphasis on the time you two had.

She exhaled through her nose, a smile quirking up one of her lips as she fumbled for the glass near the bedside table, allowing the deep red swirled with a tint of purple-ish tones around the rim waterfall to the middle of the cup. Screwing the lid back on with one hand, she carefully set the bottle back on the edge of the bed, before she quickly dropped her weight before you, earning a small ‘oof.’

Her thighs straddled either side of your waist, hand snaked beneath your chin to keep you in the grasp of her palm. You swore that she wanted like she wanted to devour you alive, transfixed intently on both your lips and chest with each rasped out gasp elicited from her.

“Open your mouth.” She commanded, immediately bringing the rim of the wine glass to your lips as she tilted your head back, keeping your head supported with her hand resting on the base of your neck. You slightly parted your lips, losing yourself in the rose-like bitterness of sweetness spilling down your chin, the drops of burgundy dribbling down your throat and trickling along the valley of your breasts.

Pulling away the wine from you abruptly, she downed the remaining before grasping the bottle once more, repeating the consumption of alcohol for the two of you atleast two or three more times before deeming herself satisfied. Of course, despite not being entirely hammered, you still found yourself a little lightheaded, vision blurring together for a moment as you took in Caitlyn’s flushed face directly in front of yours.

Even in the flurry of drunken feelings that supposedly fogged up your head, you knew full well you still craved her.

You could barely even process anything when the CEO disrobed before you almost entirely, kicking off her dark trousers to reveal the contrasting white of her panties stuck to her cunt from the slick accumulated against the fabric. To be completely honest, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t equally, if not more soaked than she was. After all, you were laying with your back flat against the bed, so deeply bonded and about to make love to the woman of your dreams.

“Do you think you can handle all my weight?”

You sat up a little, confused, before your face practically sparked to the temperature of a flame at the realization, managing a flustered nod. In moments, you could only watch in awe as she peeled off the damp cloth covering her pussy, her movements agonizingly slow.

Barely able to to respond to the alluring sight before you, you were cut off by her leering over as she inclined to meet her nose with yours, her body fully shoved up to yours.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself latching your mouth onto her clit as your back lay flush to the plush mattress, wallowing in the flurry of Caitlyn’s moans wrenching out of her throat as your tongue prodded at her slit to trace up and down, drinking up every drop of her essence dribbling down your chin with each obscene squelch of your tongue pulsing against her hole.

Her hoarse gasps slipped past her parted lips, back arching as her hips rolled forward against your mouth, your noises muffled against her cunt. Caitlyn’s breath caught in her throat as your tongue slipped down to attend to her folds, lapping at the velvety texture like a starved woman, as if every moan that ripped out of her was a prize you gained from the work you spent eating her cunt as her weight pressed against your face.

“Don’t…stop..”

You stifled a whine against her lubricated skin, fingers digging into her thighs to hoist her further apart, leaving a kiss on her thigh or a small reddened bruise periodically to look up at Caitlyn’s face, her head tipped back in bliss as her eyes squeezed shut with each drag of your tongue along her cunt, streams of her juices dribbling down your chin not too long after. Her chest heaved up and down, dusted in a pretty pink as she crawled off of you weakly, head lulling against your lower abdomen.

Reaching a hand out, you attempted to gain a lazy feel of her tits from below, to which you were immediately denied, her hand holding your wrist with a gentle smile juxtaposing her harsh curl on your wrist.

“Not yet.”

A perplexed expression crossed your face, before immediately widening your eyes at the foreign intrusion. You bit back a guttural moan as Caitlyn’s fingers slid past your own slick cunt, knuckles ridged along the throbbing walls of your cunt clenching around her. You drawled out in a chorus of drunken moans pouring out of you, alongside the overwhelming pools of slick puddles between your thighs to stain the sheets, eyes rolling back in ecstasy with each push of her fingers curling in your pussy.

You buried your face in her shoulder, eyes rolling back past your closed eyes as her palm ground against your clit with each controlled thrust, her repeated motions only drowning you in the pleasure of her warmth intertwined with yours.

“Fuck-! Cait-! Love you-! I love you I love you I love you!”

Your words drawled out as an incoherent plea, the utter pleasure her fingers plunged into you bundling closer and closer to the edge with your muscles tightening, as her movements grew more intense as you neared your inevitable orgasm.

…

“Mm..what time is it?” You whispered, peeking out at the slivers of moonlight illuminated in small streaks past the red curtains as you sat up from Caitlyn’s arms tightened around you like a vice, holding you against her chest.

The navy blue haired woman sat up beside you, groggily rubbing her eyes as she pulled you closer against her. “Uhm..I’d say around 2 a.m. I assume?”

You flopped back down into her arms, earning a soft laugh from her as your eyes fixed on the gap between her teeth. Nuzzling into Caitlyn’s shoulder, your hands flew back down to her waist, dragging the covers back over you two with your foot hoisting the thick blankets to cover your bare bodies.

“What about work tomorrow?”

“What about it, my darling (Name)?”

“Well, is this going to be an issue or-“

“Love, don’t worry about that. At all. Just rest, forget about the company for now, because that’s definitely what I’m doing in this moment.”

You smiled, cuddling up to her as your eyelids drooped and your body eased into the comfort of her touch, falling into the hold of Caitlyn’s affection.

Just keep yourself in the arms of the woman you love right now.

Everything’s going to turn out fine.

A/N: WHY AM I GETTING SO EMBARRASSED WRITING NSFW RECENTLY HOLY SHIT anywayyyy I have mixed feelings about this some parts were good some were complete ass but overall this is okay yes yippee

also yes, I based it off this edit by @glittrdust. on tiktok.

Anyway goodnight I’m TIRED I had awful writers block and my mental dictionary flew away while writing this omfg

ALSO HELP I SAVED THE END AND MY HEART DROPPED FOR A SEC BC IT SAID I DELETED THE DRAFT BUT THABK GOD I DIDNT I HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK OMFG

also no I’m not cheating on my beloved mizu with the other blue eyed wasian i love mizu im writing for her next again

[secretsapphicsociety]

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

synopsis. being friends with benefits was meant to relieve your stress…now you’re left to deal with the strings you agreed not to attach, as they began to intertwine ⸝⸝ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ᵎᵎ

content. 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⋆ lemon ⋆ slight angst ⋆ one shot — 1.9k

⟡ ݁₊ syn’s note. yearning for vi hours ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

“f-fuck! wait,” you screamed out breathlessly, falling forward and staring at eyes peering into yours curiously. the gauze bound hands holding you in place released their grip, allowing you to move out of the position you were in.

vi chuckled slightly as your body collapsed onto of hers, “leg cramps?” she asked with a huff, smoothing her tousled hair.

you couldn’t even answer. weakly, you nodded against her chest, much to worn out to lift your head. her melodic laugh filled the room briefly along with your tired pant-filled one. it was expected, “i told you to stretch more,” she whispered as her fingers began lightly grazing up and down your back.

you hated it…or you should have. her gentle touches when you needed to soothe your breathing, the tender quips throughout it, the kisses that were far from sloppy and meaningless. its never used to be like this but at some point it became her norm. everything she did; the hot, the fun, the embarrassing, the cute, the needy, it all made your arrangement natural.

its just too much.

these pesky little things she’d do in times when nothing but lust should be presented. it was crossing a line you both established, but now it seemed like you where the only one desperate to uphold it. it made you think too much. it was making you breathe heavier…could she feel your heart going crazy? why was hers so steady and normal? so content…

no. you didn’t need to think anymore, you just needed to feel good. finally gaining the strength and stamina, you lifted your sweaty body off of hers. she looked you over, her eyes trailing you face and chest almost tenderly. enough. you felt like you were going insane imagining these things.

“hm? not tired yet?” she asked resting her hands on your hips. her thumbs kneading lightly into your waist the way she knew you liked.

you laughed it off, positioning yourself between her legs. she was so wet, you hadn’t even gotten to touch her yet. she was always more keen on giving rather than receiving but still…she was thinking about how you felt. fuck, stop thinking too much. you angrily thought to yourself.

you kissed her inner thighs similar to how she’d always done for you before gazing up at her. “not just yet, can i?

you didn’t know what to make of her expression. was it longing, excitement or just weary? why was she looking at you like this?.. why do you keep thinking?! stop fucking thinking, you pleaded with yourself internally.

she raised up on her elbows and gave you a wordless nod. that should’ve been when you dropped her gaze, but you couldn’t. you didn’t want too, but you should have. you should just dove in, lapping her up without a care in the world. not kissing and caressing her thighs.

not feeling up her sides, while your kisses led from her thighs to her hips, up her happy trail, to each of her breast, and then her neck before you finally reached her lips. out of everything the two of you had done in the past hour, the kiss you initiated was what was most intimate. it was needy like how it used to be, but not lust-filled like how you remembered it.

why was desperate, and why did you savor it? it was all so foreign, but it felt like something both of you wanted and needed. it was too much. this was all too much and you should’ve stopped. don’t crossing the line. you can’t keep this up or you would, you know you would. but you didn’t stop.

breaking off the kiss, and asking “you sure?”

“yes,” she responded breathlessly. leaving you to quickly dropped back down between her legs before your eyes got you into more trouble.

you kissed her clit lightly before licking up her slit, tasting her. why hadn’t you done it before? you began grinding aimlessly into the mattress. finally, there was that greed, and lust; back to mindlessly sex. you turned your brain off, and let your mouth do all the commanding.

vi was usually vocal. whether it be her dirty talking, sweet talk or grunts while pounding into you, but this time was different. her moans were muffled, but the few you heard were pitchy and airy. you wanted to see her face. you were making her sound like this, so what did she look like? you knew it was ill-advised. if she gave you the look you desperately wanted to see, you don’t like you’d be able to deny anything anymore.

her hand found the back of your head, as she began frantically fucking your face. now you could hear her. wheezing and panting, spouting out every obscenity that fell on her tongue. all you could do was grind down hard into the mattress, moaning onto her at the friction.

you wanted more.

“please just like that, please-”

you needed more.

“m-more!”

she was making it so hard. you groaned at her begging and pushed two fingers into her without warning. “fuck yes!” she screamed out, shoving your head into her pretty bush covered pussy. you obedient suckled and licked her clit, fucking your own into the bedding beneath it.

the tugging was beginning to hurt and you were feeling lightheaded. was this how you were with her? you chuckled at the thought. you were probably worse and she was so close, you can endure it for her.

almost as if your thoughts had been answered, you felt her hand leave your hair and caress your cheek, “look at me baby, please.”

fuck it.

you pulled out of her and finally looked at her face, her eyes gleamed with tears as she began to beg you not to stop. but you just could take any more. you wrecked trying so hard but she didn’t want to help make it easy.

“you know vi,” you laughed teasingly, forcing her to suck the mess she made on your fingers. “you’re being really cute tonight.”

fine, then you’ll accept her greed and indulge in your own. you didn’t give her time to respond before you pushed her back, and aligned your soaked cunt with hers. “f-fuck!” she huffed out gripping your leg. you chuckled, holding her leg against your body and grinded down into her.

heavy breathing, and the lewd noises your bodies were making filled the room.

you looked at her, kissing her knee, as she crawled at the sheets with her free hand. her breasts glistened with sweat, bouncing slightly. her other hand gripping your leg tightly as she moved her hips to match your grinds. neither of you could say anything, only hungrily thrust into one another.

with her head still thrown back into the bed, vi cried out, “close- im so close! fuck baby-” you let out a drawn out moan as her grinds got faster and harder.

“me too,” you huffed out, pushing her leg down into the bed, aligning your clits before ramming down into her. finally hitting the desired friction, you felt vi shake underneath you before collapsing. “just a little more.” you begged feeling you climax inch nearer.

knowing exactly what you needing vi pulled you down, and quickly let her fingers take action. it didn’t take long before you were a shaking, sobbing mess, like usual, riding out your high on her skilled hand. only this time, it was met with another one of this foreign kisses.

this was just supposed to be casual sex. something help relieve the bottled up frustration and stress the two of you had. what the hell were you doing catching feelings?! she was your fuck buddy, nothing more, nothing less. you both agreed to leaving feelings aside.

you have to stop crossing the line.

you awake to her wiping you down. “how long was i out?” you asked sitting up, realizing the mess you two made, magically missed the towels you had laid out. how annoying.

“not too long, about an hour or so.” she spoke casually, tossing the towel aside. “think you can stand? i run the shower for you.”

you turned away from her, liking the attention and tone she was giving you far too much. “hah, last i checked, i was the one to fuck you into the bed.”

“yeah, and who passed out from it?” she laughed cheekily before disappearing into the bathroom. you heard the shower cut on a moment later and finally stood up, nearly falling over. oh…fuck her. you collected yourself before she returned and quickly rushed into the shower hoping the water will wash your delusions away.

it was no secret vi could be sweet during hook ups, you knew this. you didn’t just want to fuck an asshole that would only worry about their own pleasure. but you both set rules. solid, easy to comprehend rules that you were breaking. you needed to get it together.

you washed yourself clean but stayed in until the water ran cold. hoping she was gone by now so you could stop confronting these fleeting feelings. but when you exited the bathroom, there she was sat at your desk on her phone. you noticed shed changed your bedding as well… seriously.

“hey, i thought you’d be gone by now.” you tried to play it off casually, walking to your dresser for some fresh clothes.

vi hummed and stood with a stretch, “kind of a dick move to leave without saying anything.”

you snorted, opting to just throw on your silk robe, feeling far too self conscious to get dressed in front of her. you swapped spots with her, seating at your desk with she stood by your bedroom door smiling at you. you averted your gaze and turned to you laptop, opening it.

“tonight was good vi, pleasure doing business with you.” fuck, what were you say? you cringed at yourself, trying to keep from wither away.

but vi only smiled more grabbing her bag, “youre being so silly tonight.”

“yeah well…” you muttered, attempting to make yourself look busy. leave, please leave quickly. “so i’ll call you when i need you again.”

“i’ll be waiting for that call,” fuck, what is she saying?

you looked up at her, not knowing what else to say. the silence was so awkward and suffocating, and you were sure your rapid heartbeat could be heard. but she still liked as calm as always, “don’t stay up studding too late.”

“some of us can’t pass midterms without cramming.” you joked trying to cut the tension.

“i study like a normal person, consistently and overtime, do that and you wont have to cram.”

“if only i were so normal.”

vi smiled, “i like how you are.”

don’t do it. “its late,” you said looking at the time, and anywhere but her face. “you could stay if you want, my couch isn’t too uncomfortable.”

what are you doing?

your heart was beating impossibly loud. you couldn’t look at her. it had only been a few seconds since you offered but waiting for her reply felt like an eternity. you’re doing it again, your about to cross the line.

“tempting, but i should go. i have to meet up with a friend early.”

you should be elated but it felt like your heart was shot. “right, well get home safe.” you rushed out, turning completely away from her and staring into you glaring computer screen.

“go to sleep soon,” vi whispered into you ear. tilting your head back so she can kiss you. “understand?” you stared at her dazed and nodded. she left right after leaving you with this suffocating feeling.

“please…” why did you cross the line?

[fiongbonto]

Cooking up another steamy claggor fan art. 🤭 i was inspired after reading claggor x reader smut fics here and i had to make a quick sketch before it disappears in my mind.

Anyway, sorry for being away for a while. I know some of you are waiting for me to post the finished whole piece from my last tumblr post but I don't have the time to commit to finishing it yet. I'm currently working on my college thesis and I'll be busy until January. Buuut I promise I'll make it up to you guys once the semester is over.

EDIT (because i feel embarrassed all of a sudden): tune in for some wholesome fanart too when i get back. i don't want this acc to be known as a claggor thirster lol but i'll make a sideblog for future steamy fanarts. 👀

[shimmerandink]

Silco x Shopping Lover Reader Headcanons

Fluff/NSFW

Tags: silco x fem!reader, nsfw implications, fluff, dirty talking

Summary: Silco follows you shopping unamused, but seeing you all dressed up isn’t a bothering sight

Hello everyone! You guys seemed to like my NSFW headcanons with Silco, So here are the headcanons with Silco following with you shopping! I hope you’ll enjoy and I’d gladly hear any of your suggestions! I also decided to put some NSFW headcanons as well. Take care!

Masterlist

~ Silco hates shopping. If he’s coming along, it’s either because you dragged him into it or he’s convinced you’ll get yourself killed without his supervision.

- Always making well planned moves with every step he takes behind you , arms crossed, watching you pick through items with thinly veiled impatience.

-“Another one?” He raises an eyebrow as you inspect a nearly identical coat to the one you already own.

~ He’s not cheap (he literally funds an entire city’s underworld), but he does not see the point of unnecessary purchases.

~ If you explain why you absolutely need something, he’ll sigh, pinch the bridge of his nose, and mutter, “Fine. Do as you wish.”

~ He has zero patience for salespeople and is intimidating as hell when they try to upsell you.

~ Sometimes, if he’s feeling theatrical, he’ll deliberately drop hints of his status just to make merchants nervous.

~ If he get’s tired of waiting behind you, he’ll claim he’ll wait outside or in a nearby seat, but he still watches you like a hawk from a distance.

~ If you take too long in one store, he’ll appear behind you out of nowhere, whispering, “Are you finished?”

~ At first, he refuses to hold anything, insisting it’s your fault for buying to much, but when he sees you struggle he can’t help but to carry them anyways. Nothing will bother his princess.

~Think you’re paying? Of course not. This man will never let you pay for anything as long as he’s around. Besides, you could pick up the most expensive dress in Piltover and he wouldn’t even think about not giving you what you want.

~when back in the undercity he would make you put on a fashion show for him. Maybe he don’t like going to store to store, browsing through the different colored fabrics, but god what he loves seeing his girl all dressed up for him.

NSFW

~as he sees your new coats, dresses and other garments he can’t help but think about all the possibilities they bring. That skirt? So short, showing him all the good parts as he sit’s and enjoy his view.

~ Silco loves testing your composure in public, especially when he knows you can’t do anything about it.

~ He’ll stand behind you while you’re browsing, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Taking your time, are we? Pity. I had other plans for you.”

~ His fingers brush over your lower back, maybe just a bit too low to be innocent—just enough to make you squirm.

~ He doesn’t care if the vendor sees him being too familiar. If anything, he enjoys the subtle power play.

~ If you’re shopping for clothes, he’ll insist on giving his opinion, which really just means he wants to watch you change.

-He’ll sit in the corner of the dressing area, legs crossed, eyes dark with amusement as you try to act like his gaze isn’t burning into you.

~If the store is empty enough, he might follow you inside—one hand bracing against the wall as he leans down to murmur, “We could leave now, but I think I’d rather ruin you first.”

~His hands are unforgiving, roaming as he pins you against the mirror, making sure you see exactly what he’s doing to you.

~ If you’ve been bratty, teasing, or just outright ignoring his advances all day, the moment you’re alone, he’s done playing.

~ A sharp grip on your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he mutters, “You were quite the distraction today. How unfortunate for you.”

~ If he’s really impatient, he won’t even wait until you get home. The alley behind the shop? The car parked just out of sight? “You started this, darling. Don’t tell me you can’t handle the consequences.”

~expect him to ruin you new clothes if you’re wearing them.

~ He doesn’t just strip you, he takes his time, making you squirm under his slow, deliberate movements.

~ If you bought lingerie, expect sharp nails tracing over lace, teasing at sensitive skin before he decides whether to appreciate it or tear it apart.

~If you really pushed him past his limit, he won’t be gentle.

~Expect desperate, bruising kisses as he drags you onto his lap, his grip unrelenting.

~ No slow build-up this time, he’s taking what he wants, and you’re going to feel it.

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[thisrots]

Thinking about pussy hungry loser Vi,

begging to eat you out! <3

Loser Vi who begs to eat you out, knees red from kneeling on the floor, her cheeks squished between your hands as her head lays on your thigh. Her puppy eyes looking up at you, cheeks flushed, just begging for a taste. Pleading for it, craving nothing but the taste between your thighs. “Please, baby, please.”, “Just a taste.”, and “I need you, please.” Is all she can mutter out as she nuzzles into your thigh, inching closer and closer to your warmness. Once you finally give in and say yes, you see a shimmer in her eye as she props your legs up on her shoulders and digs in. This is what she’s been craving, her tongue feining for the feeling of your slit rubbing against it. She slips it inside you, slurping up all your wetness as she flicks against your g-spot. She’d moan desperately against your skin, nose poking your clit as she goes in deeper. She’d lick, suck, circle her tongue on your clit like it was her last meal, making sure to leave nothing behind. She’d look up at you, puppy eyes now full of desire and love, having no intentions of coming up for air, no matter how much she might need to. She’d groan out in pain and pleasure as you pull on her hair, directing her on which spots felt the best. You’d coo at her, saying how cute she looked nose deep inside your cunt. Telling her how much of a desperate girl she was, not being able to keep her tongue off you. She’d be soaking wet now, her hips bucking at nothing as she continues to slurp you up. Her slobber and your wetness would cling from her jaw, dripping along the floor. Her moans would be louder than yours, her hand slipping down her undies to rub her swollen clit. She’d grip onto your thigh, nails digging into your skin, back arching as she felt herself reaching her climax, feeling your own creeping up too. You’d both come at the same time, you inside her mouth, and her inside her boxers. Panting, she’d look up at you, eyes lowered, mouth glistening with your juices, and smiling. You could tell she drunk off of nothing but you.

“Can we go again?”

based on this gif kinda, lol

[needylittleprince]

I'm DONE. I need me and Jayce to hump on each other like desperate mutts until we're overstimulated and I am TIRED of pretending I don't.

[vandersbf]

How come even though he’s the hound of the undercity he cant bend me over and pound me like a needy little over eager puppy huh???

[wingedkisses]

size kink jayvik

viktor tells exactly what makes him feel good, how he wants jayce to eat him out or adjust his legs so it's easier for him to piston his hips when they're humping one another. nothing could prepare him for the delicious stretch of jayce's cock inside of his wet cunt, filling him up to the brim.

jayce is nervous of hurting viktor, regardless of his twenty minute prep. viktor's jaw goes slack, whining and demanding jayce to move. jayce only kisses him, worshipping every lick of skin. hotly breathing into his ear how viktor needs to adjust, first.

after just three, painfully slow and tight thrusts, viktor's spasming around him, cumming and writhing with pleasure. he leads jayce's hand down to his belly, allowing him to feel the bulge of his cock rearranging his insides. jayce moans, almost animalistic with lust. he picks up his pace, grunting and fucking viktor at a brutal pace. he rubs viktor's swollen tdick between his folds with his hand, the two of them reaching their orgasm together.

jayce is sure that viktor is too satisfied to sleep with anyone else now that he has a taste for what jayce is packing. (viktor won't admit it, but jayce is right. he's deeply content with jayce, with or without the sex) <3

[ast4tarion]

how we feeling abt t4t4t ftm reader, viktor, & jayce

oh this is right up my alley, I’m such a t4t jayvik truther at heart—I know you didn’t explicitly ask for headcanons, but I felt like I had to drop at least a couple

T4T4T Jayce x Viktor x Reader

SFW:

All three of you rotate doing each other’s preferred T methods

Jayce is terrified of needles, so he does patches

Viktor does the monthly shots

Jayce has a never-ending appetite on T, so making him dinners or packing lunches has become a love language

Viktor can’t bind due to his health issues, so he’s a frequent big hoodie/shirt stealer

Because gender preferences and presentations exist on a spectrum between the three of you, your closets have all practically merged together

You and Jayce shave your faces together, usually involving at least one person flicking shaving cream at the other

Viktor adored the smell of you and Jayce’s aftershave, and he’s not shy about pressing his nose to you or Jayce’s neck to get a whiff

Viktor occasionally gets annoyed at you and Jayce’s play wrestling, and will mutter under his breath “theirs too much damn testosterone in this house”

NSFW:

Out of the three of you, surprisingly Viktor is the horniest

Especially on his shot days, his boner practically doesn’t go down for 24 hours

Jayce has the largest tdick, it’s about two and a half inches and can even penetrate both of you

Jayce and Viktor are sort of opposites in their preferences, Jayce doesn’t like much touch to his chest at all but loves penetration giving or receiving

Viktor has little to no chest dysphoria, but prefers all the attention to be on his cock and not inside

Viktor tdick piercing. That’s all I’ll say.

Jayce melts at any sort of affirming praise, but he’s especially weak for “good boy” or “sweet boy”

Viktor packs, and on a particularly sensitive T shot day has cum from just the visual of you giving his packer a handjob

Both very attentive lovers in different ways, which usually leads to you moaning while sandwiched between them

[fairybonesandstardust]

i wanna shove ice up ambessa’s pussy and drink it out as it melts

[harbinger-of-enmity]

I need to fuck Jayce while Jayce eats Viktor out

[skookyumi]

My fanfic *smirk emoji*

Just remembered i can plug this here haha Ive been working on this Sevika/Ran/Reader fic for a while ~~

You should check it out ! Reader is NB , AFAB brown person ! Its a modern AU and my little love note to the characters (: lmk what you think !!

REFORMATION

Heres some art ive made to go along with it to entice you ~~!

Edit : glad people art taking a look !! i have more art thats to sexy to go on here so be sure to check out my twt !

[secretsapphicsociety]

quick fyi, just because a writer uses a punctuation mark too often and incorrectly does not mean they’re using ai.

the em dash is very versatile and can be used for various reasons. they function like commas, semicolons, and parentheses.

ex. change in thoughts or speech / dramatic effect

i like—no, i adore—femmes.

ex. interrupted dialogue

“i really love—”

“love studs? yeah, we fucking know.”

ex. listing things

i love sapphics—studs, femmes, butches, fems and mascs.

and there are so many more ways to use it.

not to mention, people tend to find the em dash more aesthetically pleasing—hence, why you’re seeing more of them and less of the others.

assuming anyone using em dash in their works are using ai is so incredibly damaging and fucking dumb. its a punctuation mark, its meant to be used.

sure, there may be some who do use ai, but you could never be sure of whom; all these baseless accusations will only strain writers who are probably already anxious of their writing abilities and will kill the motivation that keeps them going.

reminder: these are not published authors who can afford editors; we are college students, high schoolers, part-timers and or people that just got off their 9-5, sharing our favorite hobbies with others and escaping reality for a bit. cut us some slack.

now, do people abuse the em dash, making their writing confusing or messy to read? of course, it is inevitable.

but instead of screaming “ai ai ai!” slow down and think, “is it ai? or is this just someone making grammatical error, like i do all the time?” like how we sometimes abuse commas and misuse semicolons.

having these discussions about what irritates you in writing is within your right and completely valid; however, be fucking mindful.

y’all take the psychological effects of rumors and gossip way too lightly. please try not to assume the worst immediately, especially when you have zero proof.

recklessly spouting out these groundless statements will have a bunch of dumbasses running amok, accusing people of something they never did, and ruining what they built.

we’re writing eroticas about pixel dykes on tumblr…please grammer garrisons spare us.