#arcane x Reader

[queenwitchsam]

Viktor Art

[angelsforthenight]

thinking about caitlyn slapping your clit repeatedly as a means to taunt…

you’d be sat on her lap, squirming against her front as you get two fingers tapping your clit roughly. the sinful noises your sopping cunt would make is equivalent to music to her ears, and she’d be having a field day with that shit.

you’d beg for her to actually touch you, for her to genuinely pump her fingers inside you knuckles deep — but we go at caitlyn’s pace. we always go at caitlyn’s pace.

so right now, caitlyn’s having fun smacking your clit again and again, forcing your thighs open; her long nails leaving painful crescent marks on your flesh. at this point, you’d be wriggling like a seal against her, jaw slack as a slew of whines and whimpers exit your lips like running water.

you know if you were to complain again, like you have been for the past few minutes, she’d slow down her pace and prolong her sweet torture. so you bite your tongue, resolving in lolling your head against her shoulder instead, wincing when caitlyn hits your pussy too hard.

“is it hurting?” she coos, her voice akin to honey mockingly dripping down your ear. you melt against her, moaning as a response.

[connorsui]

“Damn, you must miss the sex, huh?”

A slow exhale. A pause just long enough to mean something. Then—

“I miss the intimacy after more than the sex itself.” His voice is quiet, almost reflective, as if he’s unspooling a memory thread by thread. “I miss the way I'd rest my head on her stomach, still trembling with the echoes of what we’d just shared. The way her fingers would slip into my hair, slow and aimless, combing through the damp strands with that quiet, knowing touch.”

His eyes flicker, distant now, chasing something just out of reach.

“And... there was always that stupid ceiling fan," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Clicking softly above us, slow and steady, like it knew the rhythm of our breathing. Like it belonged to us.”

His fingers twitch against his knee, as if recalling the ghost of a touch. “Sometimes, I’d press a lazy kiss to her lips—just because I could. Just because she was there, warm and real and mine in that fleeting moment between desire and sleep.”

A hollow sort of chuckle escapes him, more breath than sound. "And God, I loved watching her redress. The way she’d stretch, skin still flushed, still glowing, like she was carrying the last remnants of me on her body. I think I loved that more than watching her undress."

His voice fades into quiet, like he’s waiting for something. Like he’s hoping that if he lingers in the memory long enough, he’ll find his way back to you.

But the bed is cold now. The ceiling fan still turns, indifferent. And you're nowhere to be found.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

cait making u get off on her boot while shes busy doing whatever tf 🤭🤭🤭

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN / FEM READER

warnings: clit stim (with boot), humiliation kink, dom cait + sub afab reader.

Caitlyn gives you a lot of attention. You feel lucky to spend your nights wrapped up in her arms or underneath her.

With that, however, comes a bit of entitlement. You don't mean to be spoiled. You don't even realize that sometimes, you ask for her at times you shouldn't. Especially now, as you walk into her study, hoping to claim your seat on her lap and feel her hands on you.

Instead, she hardly looks up at you as she mutters out, "I'm busy, darling."

"You're..busy?" You ask, as if the concept of your commander girlfriend actually having work to do is completely foreign.

"Yes. Plenty of enforcers patrolling areas we've got covered, so I have to assign them to new necessary spots." She informs you, breaking her attention to glance up.

"Right. Sorry." But before you can turn away, her hand wraps around your wrist.

"Did I say I wasn't going to take care of you, dear?" Her smile is almost playful, and it makes your head spin on its axis.

"But, you're busy-"

Caitlyn taps your ankle with her boot, giving you a smile as if to challenge you. Are you so desperate that you'll use my boot to cum?

Yeah, you definitely are.

"Cait.." Breathy and a bit humiliated, you grasp her thigh. You get no response in return, your girlfriend busy with things she explained to you previously, something about enforcers and blah blah blah. You can't remember now. You'd never admit it to her, but that turns you on even more-not that she needs to be told. She senses it in the way your nails dig into her skin, leaving crescent marks for her to scold you for later.

Your wetness seeps through your cotton panties, rubbing onto the tip of her boot at each swipe. Caitlyn doesn't tell you to stop nor encourage you, as she seems to actually have found her focus in her work while you get off.

Each shift of your hips, back and forth, sends sparks of pleasure through you. Though your body craves the heat of her palms caressing your hips and the the feeling of her stretching you open, tormenting you as she fills you, this feels nice. It isn't the action itself that will make you cum, and she knows that. It's the thrilling humiliation.

"Please, I need to cum. I'm gonna cum." You whimper, humping against the polished leather at a frantic pace. You one of your cheeks, dark with embarrassment, presses against her kneecap as you move.

"Keep it down, or I won't fuck you tonight." Caitlyn threatens you, though her tone isn't scolding. It's actually the opposite: calm. It makes your tummy flutter, and your clit twitch even more so than if she were scathing.

"Mhmm.." You moan out, though you muffle it with your front teeth against your bottom lip. You are so close to cumming, but you don't know if simply riding Caitlyn's boot will be enough to send you over.

A sudden shift as she adjusts in her seat, and it positions the tip of her boot snug against your clit. You pick up the pace and fall over.

You nuzzle your mouth against her skin as your orgasm causes you to rut against her like you're in heat. You crave being able to moan her name, but part of the game is staying quiet so that she will call you a good girl after. You end up distracting her more as the vibrations of your muffled whines and whimpers travel through her leg, temporarily putting a pause on her focus.

When you recover from your orgasm, you simply rest against her for a few minutes. You always feel clingy after Caitlyn has made you cum, so you can't help yourself. You begin planting kisses all over her thighs, hoping to convince her that you're a good girl who deserves to taste the wetness you know she has currently.

Instead, your head is pulled back, and Caitlyn only has one final order for you.

"Go wait for me in the bedroom."

[cowgirlvi]

Can you write about fucking Sevika pls she’s my baby

mdni. bottom sevika. sub-top fem-reader. age gap. strap-on usage. humiliation kink?

wc; 1,569

you have always admired sevika’s strength and dedication to zaun, and you’d often tell her as much; bombarding her with compliments, following her around like a stray animal she fed one too many times. to her, she’s always thought of you as an annoying, energetic bunny—bouncing around, full of energy, talking her ear off, pushing into her space with that relentless, juvenile enthusiasm. 

in bed, you’re no different. you’re just as eager, just as insatiable—pressing against her, hands roaming, lips tasting, taking in every one of her reactions with wide-eyed excitement. she can’t get you to shut up, can’t make your dirty motorboat-mouth stop blabbing to her about how tight her pussy is, how it’s gushing around your cock, and it’s embarrassing. she’s a grown woman, she’s feared and respected around the undercity, but none of that seems to matter to you. 

she’s somewhat ashamed that she’s letting you fuck her this way, knowing you’re so much younger than her, so incredibly moronic. with her strength and maturity, she feels like she should be the one taking control, breaking you down, pleasuring you—but here she is, giving in to the way you make her feel, always going back to you because you’re the best sex she’s had in a hot minute.

right now, you have her on her hands and knees, your pelvis smacking against the plush of her ass, and you relish in the way her strong body is trembling—all because of you. you’re fucking her like a bitch and sevika can only stay still and take it, because her tight hole craves this, and you know how to give it to her.

”fuuuck, i wish you could see the—hnggf—the way your pussy is gripping me, babe.” you’re whimpering and moaning as if you’re the one getting fucked, simply because the sight of sevika’s cunt around you is too much to bear.

sevika is gritting her teeth, burying her face in a throw pillow, grunting every time you drive into her. she rolls her eyes—half in exasperation, half in pleasure—because as ridiculous as you are, your strap is stretching her out just right.

sevika moans gutturally into the pillow. ”mmm—shut up, kid—hmphf!”

snickering, you press your chest to her slick, sweat-dampened back. you reach around to grope her large, hanging tits bruisingly tight. sevika gasps sharply, hissing through her teeth, because her breasts are so sensitive, so heavy that even the slightest squeeze sends a jolt of pain through her body. but she loves it—you know she does.

you can feel the heat radiating off of sevika’s body, can smell the musky aroma of your combined arousal and sweat. you’re drunk on it, intoxicated by the power you hold over this formidable, hulking woman who's trembling and mewling on your cock like a wanton whore.

“god, you’re making a fuckin’ mess on me, vika,” you groan. you’re grinding against that spongy spot deep inside her, the one that hurts so good, and her creamy pussy is hugging your strap like a vice. “tighest cunt i’ve ever, ngh, seen.”

you piston your hips forward in one sharp, sudden thrust before setting an unbearably quick pace. sevika goes crosseyed when you slam against her cunt and the white cream from her pussy is splashing all over your abdomen, marking you with her essence. she’s panting harsh and ragged like a dog.

your pace never falters. each thrust is deep, deliberate, dragging out every desperate sound she tries to swallow down. your lips trail along her shoulder, teeth nipping at the corded muscles of her neck, determined to leave a mark, to claim this feared woman as your own.

”just hurry up,” she grits out, voice rough, uneven. “i’ve got—unghh—shit to do today.”

”shhh, just let me take care of your little hole,” you coo, slowing your thrusts just to tease, relishing in the way her muscles twitch in protest. sevika groans in annoyance but all you interpret it as is sultry desperation. “that’s right—ahh, be a good bitch for me.”

god, you’re ridiculous, insufferable. you have a dirty, whorish mouth, and sevika wishes she didn’t like it as much as she does. but every filthy word that spills from your lips sends a pulse of heat straight to her core, makes her clench around you with the vice of a boa constrictor squeezing the life out of its prey. she hates how easily you get under her skin, how effortlessly you reduce her to this—gripping the sheets, biting back moans, letting you have your way with her.

it’s humiliating, the way you narrate every slick, messy detail, your voice dripping with raw, unfiltered lust. fuck, sevika, you’re taking me so good—so tight, so needy. you like this, don’t you? being fucked like this?

she wants to snap at you, tell you to shut your damn mouth again, but all that comes out is a strangled groan when you drive deeper, angling just right. and fuck, she does like it. too much. more than she’ll ever admit.

your other hand snakes down to grip the thick base of the strap, using it as leverage to somehow slam into sevika even harder, even faster. the obscene squelching sounds of your animalistic fucking fills the obsolete room, punctuated by the sharp slap of your pelvis against sevika’s ass and the increasingly desperate grunts and moans spilling from her lips.

you can feel your own climax building, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, threatening to snap at any moment. but you hold back, gritting your teeth and putting every ounce of your strength into fucking sevika, determined to make her come first, to watch her shake and shiver when she orgasms on your cock.

“unghh, sevika—! are you close? fuck, i’m so close, baby,” you whimper, desperate for her to agree.

her broad back flexes with every jolt of pleasure that wracks through her, muscles shifting under sweat-slicked skin, a gorgeous display of raw strength and vulnerability all at once. she’s gritting her teeth, groaning, cursing under her breath, but her body betrays her. her thighs tremble like a baby deer and she’s almost mewling like a kitten. it’s cute; she’s taking it, letting you fuck her open, letting you own her in a way no one else does.

”you’re gonna have to work—mmmf—harder than that if you wanna make me come, sweetheart,” she says.

sevika lets out a deep, shuddering growl, but the moment your fingers press against that aching bundle of nerves, her whole body jolts. she exhales sharply, knuckles turning white as she grips the sheets even tighter. but you don’t let up. you rub harsh, teasing circles over her clit, matching the rhythm of your thrusts, coaxing her, dragging her higher and higher toward the edge.

“holy shiiit, sev,” you groan, burying your face in her shoulder, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses against her flushed tan skin. you can feel how close she is, the way her thighs tremble, the way her breath comes in shallow, shaky gasps. “gonna come for me? huh? you gonna soak my cock like a good girl?”

she wants to fight it, she always fights it, but you’re relentless, pushing, pulling, fucking her with reckless abandon until finally, finally, she snaps.

all the bones in her body tense and she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her back arches, a choked, guttural sound ripping from her throat as her climax crashes over her. she’s shaking, trembling like a candle flame caught in a draft, fingers clutching the sheets for dear life.

“there she is,” you murmur, dragging your teeth over her jaw. with one last groan, her body melts into the sheets like butter on warm toast; satisfied and utterly spent.

you let out a breathy chuckle, shifting to kneel behind her. your hands smooth over her strong, sweat-dampened thighs, spreading them just enough to admire the mess between them. her cunt clenches weakly, spasming around nothing, and there’s a slick, glistening trail dripping down the insides of her legs.

“fuck yeah,” you whisper, mesmerized.

still flushed and panting, sevika lets out a breathless, “what?” but you don’t answer—not with words, at least.

instead, you slide the harness from your hips, letting it hang loosely around your thighs. with one hand, you spread her pussy lips open, holding her there, watching the way her overstimulated hole flutters, aching and empty. with the other, you slide between your own legs, fingers finding your needy, neglected clit, working tight circles over the sensitive bud.

“shit, baby,” you hiss, thighs clenching, hips rolling against your own hand. you’re so turned on, so wrecked from watching sevika fall apart, that it doesn’t take long before pleasure coils hot and tight in your core, ready to snap like an elastic band stretched too thin.

“fucking love this pussy,” you groan, staring at the way she twitches under your touch, the way her body still reacts to you even now, even in the aftermath of her orgasm.

your body trembles as the pleasure crests, your orgasm hitting you fast and hard, euphoria washing over you in sharp, electric waves. your breath stutters, your muscles tighten, your soaked fingers working you through it as your eyes remain locked on her little, ruined hole.

when it finally subsides—when the pleasure ebbs into a slow, pulsing afterglow—you slump forward, pressing lazy kisses to sevika’s shoulder.

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(2/18/25)

[r3starttt]

Young reader x Caitlyn where reader is an influencer on TikTok / YouTuber and post a lot of soft lunch of Caitlyn ( we never see her face , like js their dates , Caitlyn’s Hand or her back )

And her fans quickly recognize Caitlyn ( how ? Idk crazy fans and the signature colour of Caitlyn’s hair )

The fans are going absolutely CRAZYYY over it.

Imagine this: you start off small, just making fun TikToks here and there. What begins as a casual hobby spirals into something bigger—you’re on YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, maybe even Twitch. Before long, you’re gaining traction, invited onto podcasts, and suddenly, every chance you get, you’re talking about Caitlyn. She’s the actress of the moment, starring in countless queer films, and you’re just like everyone else, hopelessly captivated by her.

It escalates. People tag you in edits of her, and you lean into it, making videos gushing over her because, let’s be real, there’s no way she’ll ever see them. After all, she has social media, but it’s handled by her team. She’s older, more private, and has never publicly talked about being into women. Meanwhile, you’re just a silly influencer with a crush on the unattainable. Or so you think.

One day, you’re invited to the premiere of her latest movie - your dream come true. You get to interview her. When it’s your turn, she surprises you, leaning in with a knowing look you know: “You’re the one who makes those videos, right?” She catches you off guard, and you’re stumbling over apologies. But then she replies again, casually, “I like your content. I’ve been following you for a while."

The internet erupts. Everyone’s talking about how Caitlyn actually knows who you are, how she seemed genuinely charmed by you during the interview. It’s the kind of thing people dream about. But for Caitlyn, it’s more calculated. She’s smart, too smart to let a relationship—especially her first public one—be exposed so easily. Later that night, she sends someone from her team to bring you to the afterparty. It’s discreet, casual, but enough.

It starts with Instagram messages, small conversations that grow into something more. Despite the walls she’s built around her life, you’re charming enough to break through. She’s giggling at your jokes, brushing her hair behind her ear as if she’s not one of the most sought-after actresses in the world. Eventually, she can’t resist, and she asks you out—not for a flashy date, but something quiet and thoughtful, just the two of you.

Caitlyn is not one to flaunt her wealth, but she’s meticulous, researching your likes and interests, piecing together the perfect date. Over time, the connection deepens. Phone calls turn into late-night visits at each other’s homes, and one night, under the soft hum of background music, she leans in, her hands cupping your face as she kisses you. It’s natural.

As the relationship blossoms, you respect her desire for privacy. You post subtle hints on social media—coffee cups at her favorite spot, a new brand of makeup you both love, glimpses of the places you go together. Caitlyn plays along, occasionally posting from the same locations, but always with enough time and space to keep people guessing.

The fans start noticing the small details: her dogs in the background of your Instagram stories, your sweater draped over her shoulders, matching jewelry. It’s a slow burn, a puzzle people piece together over months until the connection is undeniable.

And then, at one of her premieres, it becomes official. You’re by her side, her arm around you, a soft kiss shared in front of the cameras. The world explodes—some people are thrilled, calling it a dream come true. Others doubt it’ll work, citing the differences in your careers and lives. But you don’t care. Caitlyn starts mentioning you in interviews, and every time she does, the audience melts at how deeply she seems to care for you.

#needthat

[00valentina-writes00]

Vi has been meaning to ask out the crush that she's so convinced is straight and oblivious, so she goes home to Reader and eat dinner with her, before asking if reader likes her as they cuddle... Only for Reader to ask why she ask that. Vi thinks she's overstepped - Reader is just wondering what made Vi so anxious as Reader has assumed they've dated for the last six months but taken it slow.

♡♥︎ Six Months Late ♥︎♡

Here’s a sneak peek on what I’ve been working on so you guys stay fed <3

Warnings: Pure fluff, also mutual stupidity, Vi overthinking herself into oblivion, reader being adorably oblivious but in a different way, cuddling, soft Vi, humor.

Vi had spent the last two weeks hyping herself up to ask you out.

It was pathetic, really.

She had taken punches from Shimmered-up goons twice her size, squared off against enforcers with nothing but her fists, and survived years in Stillwater Prison, but the thought of asking you on a date had her stomach in knots.

To be fair, you weren’t just anyone.

You were you.

Her best friend, her crush, the person she had spent the last year hopelessly pining over. The one person who made her feel like she could breathe even when the weight of the past threatened to crush her.

And, unfortunately, the person she was pretty damn sure was straight.

You had never mentioned liking girls. You never reacted when Vi flirted (and God, she flirted). You never even seemed to notice the way Vi looked at you, like you had personally put the stars in the sky.

And yet, despite all that, you let her stay at your place. You let her invade your space, sit too close on the couch, steal your blankets, hold onto you when she needed grounding.

And that was the problem.

She didn’t know if you let her do those things because you were just that comfortable with her… or if you felt something more.

Which was why she needed to ask.

Before she lost her damn mind.

Dinner was nice. You had made her favorite, and Vi had spent the entire meal not being normal about it—stealing bites from your plate, bumping her knee against yours under the table, watching you laugh with a dopey grin on her face.

By the time you were both curled up on the couch, her arm slung around your shoulders, her thumb tracing absentminded circles against your arm, Vi thought she might actually combust.

Now or never.

“So, uh…” Vi cleared her throat, tightening her hold on you slightly. “Can I ask you something?”

You hummed, shifting so your head rested against her shoulder. “Of course.”

Vi exhaled slowly, steeling herself.

“Do you—uh—like me?”

A pause.

You blinked up at her. “What?”

Vi swallowed hard, her pulse hammering. “Do you… like me? You know, in a more than friends kinda way?”

Your brows furrowed, your lips parting slightly like you were trying to process the question.

Vi’s stomach dropped.

Shit.

She knew she shouldn’t have asked. She should have just kept her mouth shut, should have been grateful for what she had instead of trying to push for more.

She started to pull away, but you immediately latched onto her hoodie, holding her in place.

“Wait,” you said, blinking at her in confusion. “Why are you asking that?”

Vi let out a strained chuckle, trying to play it off despite the lump forming in her throat. “Just… thought I should clear things up. Y’know, before I embarrass myself.”

You stared at her, your expression shifting into something unreadable.

Then—slowly, so slowly—your eyes widened.

“Vi.”

She swallowed. “Yeah?”

“You absolute dumbass.”

Vi blinked. “What?”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Vi, we’ve been dating for six months.”

Vi’s brain short-circuited.

She stared at you like you had just grown a second head. “WHAT?”

You grinned, looking way too amused for someone who just broke her entire worldview. “Yeah, babe. We’ve been together for half a year.”

Vi opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “No, we haven’t.”

You snorted. “Yes, we have.”

“No, we haven’t!”

“Babe,” you said, laughing now, “I literally kissed you on New Year’s and told you I was glad we were taking things slow.”

Vi’s soul left her body.

Her mouth moved soundlessly as she tried to recall that night, and oh my God.

You did kiss her.

You did say that.

And she had been so stunned, so overwhelmed, she hadn’t even questioned it. She had just thought you were feeling affectionate. Or tipsy. Or—

Vi slapped a hand over her face, groaning loudly.

“Oh my God.”

You giggled, absolutely delighted by her suffering. “I just assumed you knew.”

��How the hell was I supposed to know?!” Vi lifted her hand, gesturing wildly between the two of you. “You never said anything!”

“I thought I did!”

“You didn’t!”

You cackled, pressing your face into her shoulder as you shook with laughter. “Vi, baby, I thought you were just taking things slow!”

Vi groaned again, letting her head fall back against the couch, her hands covering her face. “I thought you were straight!”

“STRAIGHT?!” You lifted your head, still grinning. “Vi, I have literally called you my girlfriend before.”

Vi’s hands slid down her face, her cheeks burning. “I thought you were joking!”

“Why would I joke about that?!”

“Because you never flirted back!”

“I thought you liked the chase!”

Vi let out a strangled noise, grabbing a pillow and smothering her face into it.

You giggled, prying it from her hands. “Babe, I’m so sorry. I genuinely thought we were on the same page.”

Vi exhaled sharply, giving you a deadpan look. “Six months.”

You bit your lip, looking at least a little guilty. “I mean, we do act like a couple. We cuddle all the time, you always steal my hoodies, we hold hands—”

Vi groaned. “I thought you were just touchy!”

You gave her a look. “Babe. I make out with you.”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE EXPERIMENTING!”

You threw your head back and howled with laughter, clutching onto Vi’s hoodie as you shook with amusement. “Oh my God, Vi, you idiot!”

Vi huffed, crossing her arms, looking away with an exaggerated pout.

You wiped at your eyes, catching your breath before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Vi melted.

Even after six months (which she was still reeling over), the effect you had on her was ridiculous.

“I love you, dummy,” you murmured, nuzzling against her.

Vi let out a long, dramatic sigh, finally relenting as she wrapped her arms around you again.

“I love you too, even though you’re the actual worst.”

You snickered, pressing another kiss to her jaw. “So… do you still wanna ask me out?”

Vi rolled her eyes, flipping you both so you were pinned against the couch as she buried her face in your neck.

“You owe me a proper date after this,” she grumbled, her voice muffled against your skin.

You grinned, wrapping your arms around her. “Deal.”

She huffed. “And for the record—if we ever break up for some reason, tell me.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Noted.”

Vi let out another sigh, holding you tighter.

She had spent months agonizing over whether she had a chance with you.

Meanwhile, she had apparently been your girlfriend the entire time.

Unbelievable.

At least she finally knew.

And at least now… she could properly enjoy it.

[sevikaslatinawife]

ME NEXT ME NEXT ME NEXT

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ contains: nsfw content (minors + ageless blogs dni), reader receiving strap, dirty talk, breeding kink, sevika being a taunting little shit, degradation (including the name "slut"), reader thinking they're straight and sevika taunting them about it, face smacking, daddy kink, slight painplay, reader's body is referred to with the terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt," not proofread

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ divider by: @/anitalenia

imagine: you've gone most of your life thinking you're straight, always having pointedly ignored any telltale signs of your desire for women. lingering gazes, feelings just teetering on the edge of affection, moments of curiosity -- you've always swept it under the rug, opting for what you thought would be easier, albeit less fulfilling, relationships with men.

now, imagine how it'd be if sevika was the first woman to ever fuck you.

she'd be pure arrogance, riding on the fact that she was the person you just couldn't resist giving into, the woman you just finally had break out of your willful ignorance for in order to have, even for just one night. she'd be pulling out all her best moves, determined to turn you into utter putty from her touch.

at this point, your thoughts are a hazy blur of pleasure, aches and clenches. you can't even recall which touches came first or last, which way gave attention to your clit first, how many fingers she had in you moments before now. because your mind is just a malleable, softened and exhausted lump of sensations, incoherent little noises bubbling up your throat as sevika's longer fingers wrap around your wrists and keep you pinned down, her dildo spreading you out with every dive it takes into your hole, the stinging stretch mixing with an undeniable fullness that tickles at your g-spot and sends you into an raging amount of satisfaction.

saliva drips onto your chin, warm and slippery, as her voice rasps against your skin, "you like getting dicked down by a woman, huh? this pussy hasn't been treated right by your boy toys?"

"no, no, daddy," you babble, your mind too frazzled to even resist giving into her stroke of her ego. "wasn't good, wasn't good, no one felt as good as you."

"yeah, I can tell," she grunts, her mouth twisted into a downright evil grin, the split between her teeth clear as day. "practically panting and moaning like a porn star over this dick."

you gasp at her words, your arms wrapping around her broad frame, palms spreading over her hot, sweat-dampened skin, relishing in the feeling of the hard muscle that rolls and flexes beneath. when she smacks her hips against yours extra hard, her cock sinking deep into your cunt, the fit so snug and tight that you can feel the burn of her burrowing in you, you keen loudly, your nails digging into her back.

you nearly apologize until she chuckles against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "got some heat in you, don't you? go on, leave your marks. wanna look back on them and remember the little slut who practically folded in two seconds."

"f-fuck off," you cry out, your neck hanging back when her hand snakes down, thick thumb rubbing careful circles around your clit, making it stiffen and pulse in complete lust.

"'fuck off, daddy,'" she mimics, the mocking words littered with grunts of effort from her. "easier to believe if it wasn't for this pussy getting so tight on my dick." she lightly smacks her hand against your cheek, grabbing your jaw and shaking it around. "gonna cream this dick, baby? have my come shoved so deep in you that you can never fuck another guy without wishing I was buried in you?"

your mouth drops in a silent cry, writhing against her. god, the mere fucking thought of her creaming your cunt, sending load after load into your hole until it's oozing out, has you losing your fucking mind.

"yeah, you like that, don't you? if this dick was real, I'd be leaving you nice and pregnant, babygirl -- such a cute little thing, getting so--" she thrusts harder, "fucking--" and harder, "hard--" and harder, "to thrust into."

you sob, wrapping your legs around her, wanting to cling to her, to this moment, for as long as possible. "yes, yes, fuck, wanna be claimed so badly."

"you better know what you're asking for," she mutters against your jaw, pressing sloppy, slick kisses all over it. "because I'm gonna give you a lot more than what you're bargaining for."

through your moans, you giggle, "that cocky?"

her smile broadens, grey eyes flashing at the challenge. "no. just that certain."

[luvst4rc0r3]

"The Unexpected Couple"

Loser!Jinx x Reader

Nobody saw it coming. Nobody.

It was like one day, Jinx was just the chaotic loser that everyone tolerated at best—and the next? She was dating you. You. The person everyone actually liked, the one who had their life together, the one who could walk into a room and make people listen.

People thought it was a joke at first. A prank. Some kind of elaborate bet. But then they saw the way Jinx looked at you—like you were the sun and she was just some dumb little planet orbiting around you, completely at your mercy.

And the way you looked at her? Yeah. You were just as gone.

People’s Reactions:

Vi:

“Are you being blackmailed? Blink twice if you need help.”

She genuinely cannot wrap her head around it. Jinx, her loser little sister, who once ate an entire bag of uncooked pasta for fun, is somehow dating you? She thought it was fake until she saw you casually kiss Jinx on the cheek one day.

She short-circuited. Nearly dropped her protein shake. Stared at Jinx for a solid ten seconds before going,

“WHAT. THE. HELL.”

Sevika:

Doesn’t care much, but when she sees you cuddling up to Jinx at lunch, she just takes a long sip of her drink and mutters,

“This timeline is broken.”

Your Friends:

“Be honest. Did you lose a bet?”

“Are you okay? Like… mentally?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE HER?”

It’s not that they hate Jinx—it’s just that she’s Jinx. She forgets homework exists and once tried to teach a pigeon how to skateboard.

You just laugh and say, “Yeah, but she’s my idiot.”

And then Jinx, who overheard the whole thing, proceeds to melt into a puddle of emotions.

 Your Teachers:

Your math teacher literally pulled you aside one day like,

“You’re such a bright student. Don’t let… distractions ruin your potential.”

Meanwhile, Jinx is in the background, chewing on a pen, 100% unaware that she’s the distraction in question.

Your Relationship in School:

PDA? Oh yeah. Jinx never cared about being subtle in the first place, but now that she has you? She’s insufferable. Walks you to class even though she’s late for her own. Steals your hoodies and wears them oversized because, “They smell like you.” Leaves dumb doodles in your notebooks (half of them are just little hearts with your name in them). Jinx is constantly showing off. And by “showing off,” I mean doing the dumbest, most reckless stunts imaginable. If there’s a terrible idea, she’s already doing it before you can stop her.

Jinx: “Bet I can jump from this stairwell and land perfectly.”

You: “Jinx, no—”

Jinx: [proceeds to fall flat on her face]

You: “Oh my god.”

And yet, you’re always the first one helping her up, laughing as you brush off the dirt from her hoodie.

She falls harder every time.

She thrives off making you blush. For someone who is usually a mess, Jinx is unexpectedly bold when it comes to flirting.

One day, you’re minding your own business when she leans in and whispers, “You look really good today.”

You turn red. She grins like she just won the lottery.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”

She does. She really, really does.

Nobody gets how you put up with her. She’s always late, never does her homework, and is basically a human raccoon. But when she falls asleep in your lap during study hall, drooling on your sweater, you just shake your head and pull her closer.

Because yeah, she’s a disaster. But she’s your disaster.

MAN IM JUST TRYING TO LOAD ALL OF MY DRAFTS

I want food and sleep

[jinxlovebot]

headcannons inspired by this pic :3

CAITLYN; when kissing cait LOVES to nibble on your lips and biting them, so hard to the point where it draws a little bit of blood. the metallic taste lingering on both your tounges mixing with your saliva drove you both crazy. “you like being bit huh?” she teases, mumbling into your lips. you whimper in response as her sharp canines pierce your lips, drawing more blood. “ohhh… i love that taste.” she says licking your droplets of blood.

VI; vi slamming her strap into you from behind making you scream in pleasure made her feral. slapping your ass, she leans forward putting all her weight on your back. “fuck sweetheart, those sounds..” she says low into your ear, licking from your ear to your shoulders she bites hard. sucking and marking your shoulders she moves her hips faster moving to the other shoulder. biting it, you mewl begging her for more, “didnt think that was your thing..” vi chuckles.

JINX; jinx would love to bite you so hard, both of you in missionary her on the bottom your fucking her pussy hard making her moan in pleasure, jinx gets embarrassed sometimes by how sensitive she is so to quiet her screams she sinks her teeth into several parts of your neck. jinx whimpers when she sees her marks in your skin especially when she makes you bleed. she also loves when someone asks whats on your neck because she perches up from whatever shes doing, wraps her arms around your flushed body and exclaims "me!..oops!"

AMBESSA; dont even get me started on her biting. when ambessa is three fingers deep inside you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear she sucks and nibbles on your neck. you whimper from the little pain, and ambessas eyes go black with lust. "hmm? you like that?" she mutters into your jaw before biting that spot. mewls coming from your mouth, ambessa attacks your shoulders, neck and mouth with her teeth. she attaches her lips to yours kissing you passionately before parting, she licks your bottom lip and bites it with her teeth drawing blood from your now red lips. "fuck." ambessa whispers, "i like this."

[sevikaslatinawife]

[Drabble for now cause I want to get this off my mind and I'm trying to study lol. Lmk if you'd like a longer version.]

Warnings: afab!reader, mean-ish Sevika, f!reader, pussy talk, slight degredation

Sevika had seen plenty of cunts before. Shapes, colors, smells (all good despite a few rotten apples). But the one thing they all had in common? They had some hair - or at least a majority of them did.

She liked her girls with a little pubic hair. It was just something she always found attractive. Full bush, a trim, a triangle, a strip, even a fucking heart once.

But here you were, completely shaven and so perfectly wet. She could see the hairs you missed, of course, near your anus where you probably couldn't reach properly.

The darkness of your skin around your cunt and anus due to years of shaving made her groan.

"Shave just for me, princess?" She kissed your mons pubis, tongue darting out to tease your clit.

You blush and nod slowly. "I-I didn't know what you'd liked."

It wasn't like you meant for it to be that way. You just happen to shave the same day she got you in bed. Maybe some part of you wanted to be prepared, though.

Your words made Sevika groan as she bites your inner thigh gently. Not enough to leave a mark - yet - but enough for her to see your cunt twitch.

"Princess, you're so fucking gorgeous," She growls. "Such a needy slut, aren't you? Wanted to get your cunt ate so you prepared?" She gives your cunt a lick and it makes you shudder. "Filthy girl."

[queenwitchsam]

Jinx Art

[m-3-rcil-3-ss]

Arcane sleep headcannons

vi, jinx, caitlyn,jayce, victor, mel, sevika

vi- She sleeps like a rock. Dead weight, periodt. definitely not a morning person, reallyyy grumpy she defo sleeps really weridly on top of you tho, like full on starfish, head inside your shirt, toes locked with yours. she starts off just head on your stomach comfy, then it just gets worse. she drools and snores, NOT a pretty sleeper. loves skin on skin contact tho :((

jinx- holy shit this girl cannot sit still, never mind sleep, she's constantly moving, kicking poking punching, all off it, she falls off the bed, sleeps upside down and everything. you wake up and shes wrapped round your head. Sleepwalker. I said it. she'd definitely need to be close to you while falling asleep, preferably holding your hand, and god forbid you move that hand. shes up

caitlyn- im feeling little spoon energy, pretends to hate it, loves it really, i feel like she mumbles alot in her sleep and drools abit, will deny it forever tho. likes too tangle your legs together, you wake up with a mouth full of hair tho

jayce- fucking pathetic man, little spoon, his head inside your boobs, in your thighs, anything that makes him feel small, he loves it. baby him!! he snores soo loud. i feel like hes also a deadweight but a really light sleeper. hes just pathetic, im sure you can tell my opinion on him

viktor- hes a pretty sleeper, we know it, i feel like hes not big on physical touch, maybe back to back, i would be scared too lay on him incase he breaks, as a heavier girl, im too scared to even think about it. Quiet breaths, hardly ever in bed tho, too busy in the lab

mel- another pretty sleeper, just effortlessly gorgeous, has a matching silk slip, eye mask and bonnet. loves nuzzling her face in your neck, both of you on your sides cuddled up together

sevika- mmm big lady!!!! shes so LARGE, sleep ontop of her, next to her, on her head, trust she can take it. she has to have a cigarette and be holding you before she can fall asleep, physically cannot settle if your not touching her. i feel like she loves holding you ontop of her, she loves how small you feel against her. shes always like slightly awake weridly, like never fully gone, not fully awake. scowls even in her sleep,

[rhyrhy]

Ok so, Vi, Jinx, or Sevika with clingy reader head cannons 👀

Vi - Jinx with a clingy partner

Jinx

Jinx! Who always and I mean always, turns the tables on you whenever you have to leave. no matter how short the time. She leans in with a playful pout “Where ya goin’? Leavin’ me already?” She sighs dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Aww, but little ol’ me’s gonna be so sad without ya!” Of course, her little smile gives her away.

Jinx! Who bursts out laughing the first time you latch onto her leg, refusing to let her go. She ruffles your hair with an amused smirk. “Didn’t know you were this desperate for me, toots.” She reassures you she’ll be “rightttt back” dragging it out just to mess with you, then takes her sweeeeett time returning, just to see you throw yourself into her arms. With a muffled laugh against your hair, she hums, “See? Told ya I’d be back.”

Jinx! Who loves your clinginess. up until it starts cramping her freedom. The moment she feels smothered, she crosses her arms and raises a brow. “Look, babe, you know I love ya, but ya can’t keep me on a leash.” But before you can even pout, she’s already grabbing your hand a loud sigh. “Now c’mon, you’re comin’ along.” “I can never say no, but you know that don’t you?”

Jinx! Who, no matter how much she teases, secretly absolutely adores your loyalty. After a long day, she tugs you close, her voice quieter than usual. “Y’know I love ya, right, toots?”

Vi

Vi! Who doesn’t mind your clinginess but isn’t afraid to set gentle boundaries when needed. “Just five minutes, okay?” she murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping away. When she comes back, she pulls you in effortlessly. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” And just like that, things fall right back into place—like her missing puzzle piece.

Vi! Who’s a little caught off guard the first time you wrap yourself around her leg to keep her from leaving. She pauses, raising a brow before placing her hands on her hips. “What are you—” A slow smile spreads across her face before she shakes her head. “…Mhm. Yeah, you should’ve come with a warning label.” But instead of prying you off, she just laughs and ruffles your hair.

Vi! Who quickly picks up on your insecurities about her independent nature. She shakes her head with a small smirk before tugging you into her arms. “Babe, just ’cause we’re different doesn’t mean I love you any less.” Her voice is warm, steady.

Vi! Who picked up fast and doesn’t even wait for you to ask anymore. Instead, she just hands you your shoes. “You ready to go?” No need for a conversation; she already knows you’re coming.

Vi! Who absolutely gives you teasing nicknames just to emphasize your clinginess. On lazy mornings, when you curl into her side, she hums in amusement. “Mornin’, my little koala.” And if you grumble in protest, she just smirks and pulls you closer. “Hey, it’s only fair.”

[nomie-11]

Model Behavior

masterlist!

synopsis: models are supposed to have some kind of professionalism, right? (18+ themes ahead)

pairings: vi x reader (no use of y/n)

Your agent said this would be easy. Quick, easy, only three shoots. Hit a few poses, change your clothes a few times, have some good camera chemistry with your partner. 

Yeah, well easy your ass. 

You had never met a model more annoying than Vi. 

Right off the bat, she was the worst. 

“Hey, coffee?” She smiled, her grin obnoxiously charming, before she turned to the shoot director. She thought you were a damn intern, not the model who was on the cover of vogue last week. “When’s Caitlyn getting here? I thought she was my shoot partner.”

You cleared your throat, arms crossed as you stared her down. “I am your shoot partner.”

Vi turned, blinking at you before giving you a once-over. “Oh. Huh.” She nodded like she was mentally adjusting, then grinned again. “Well, nice to meet you, newbie.” 

You exhaled sharply through your nose, already tired. “I was on vogue last week. I’m not a newbie.”

“Right. Cool.” She stretched her arms over her head, the hem of her tank riding up to reveal just enough abs to be distracting. Not that you were looking. “No hard feelings, yeah? I just figured they’d pair me with Cait. We’ve got that whole thing going on.” 

You frowned. “Thing?” 

Vi wiggled her eyebrows. “You know. Tall and gorgeous meets devastatingly charming and ruggedly handsome? Classic duo.” 

You stared at her, unimpressed. “You’re neither devastating nor rugged.” 

“Ouch, brutal.” Vi clutched her chest like you’d shot her. “Alright, Vogue, I’ll try not to let my fragile ego get in the way of our ‘good camera chemistry’.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long shoot. 

————————

The first setup was simple: a monochrome background, complementary outfits, standard high fashion poses. Easy enough. 

At least, it should have been easy.

“Closer,” the photographer directed. 

Vi stepped in, her breath warm against your cheek. “Like this?” She asked, voice lower than before, almost teasing. 

You didn’t flinch, didn’t react—professionalism and all. But when her fingers brushed the bare skin of your waist through a cutout in the Versace dress you wore, adjusting the pose ever so slightly, you felt your stomach tighten. 

“Perfect,” the photographer said, snapping shots. “Hold that.” 

Vi’s fingers lingered, and you could feel the faintest press of her palm against your hip. 

———

The next setup was a little more intimate. Something editorial, something dramatic. 

“Hands in her hair, tug her head back,” the director instructed. 

Vi didn’t hesitate. She slid her fingers through your locks, slow and deliberate, nails grazing your scalp. You fought the shiver threatening to run down your spine. 

You held your ground, adjusting your stance, bringing your own hand to rest lightly against her jaw. Vi’s smirk softened, and for a second—just a second—her gaze dipped to your lips. 

“Beautiful,” the photographer murmured. “Love the intensity.” 

You swallowed hard. 

————

By the time you reached the final setup, the line between professional and something else entirely had blurred beyond recognition underneath the heat of Vi’s gaze and the mixing of your bodies under the camera. 

This time, it was a softer, more intimate scene. Dim lighting, silk sheets, light and airy clothing, the illusion of something almost domestic. 

“You’re going to have to get real close for this,” the photographer said, adjusting the lens.

You were already close, so close you could feel Vi’s heartbeat from where she slain draped across your back. But Vi, of course, took that as a challenge. 

She slid in closer, one arm draped around your waist, her mouth just shy of your shoulder. The heat of her breath sent goosebumps down your arms. 

“You good?” She murmured, voice just for you.

You exhaled. “Yeah. I’m good.” 

“Alright, then,” her fingers traced the curve of your wrist, slow and deliberate. “Let’s give ‘em a show.” 

The camera flashed, the shutter clicking in rapid succession as Vi tilted her head, brushing the tip of her nose against your jaw. You felt the whisper of her breath, the heat of her body pressed against yours, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was just a job—a performance, carefully crafted illusion for the camera. 

And yet. 

“Closer,” the director said, voice even but expectant. “Like you’re about to kiss.”

Vi’s hand tightened slightly where it rested on your waist. She adjusted, shifting so that her lips hovered a breath away from yours. The air between you felt charged, electric. 

You weren’t sure if the flicker of her eyes to your lips was intentional or just a trick of the dim lighting. 

“Hold it,” the photographer called. “Perfect.”

The seconds stretched long, each click of the camera punctuating the space between you. You could see every detail of Vi’s face—the curve of her lips, the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose, the sharp amusement lingering in her gaze. She wasn’t just playing the part. She was enjoying this.

Damn her.  

“Alright,” the director said, stepping forward. “Now, slowly, undress each other.”

Your breath caught. Right, you had been expecting this. Your agent had said this would be a more intimate shoot—partial nudity, the whole shebang. 

Vi arched a brow at you, smirk deepening, like she was daring you to back out. 

But you didn’t. 

Your hands found the hem of her loose linen shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath as you began to lift it over her head. Vi exhaled, the sound nearly imperceptible, but you caught the way her muscles tensed under your touch. 

In return, her fingers found the delicate straps of your top, slipping them off your shoulders, knuckles ghosting over your collarbones. It was careful. Intentional. Every motion drawn out just enough to be torturous. 

The camera flashed. 

“Beautiful,” the photographer nearly whispered. “Slow. Keep that tension.”

Tension. Right. 

If they wanted tension, they were getting it in spades. 

Vi met your gaze, something unreadable flickering behind her usual bravado. Her hands lingered on your skin, as if waiting, as if daring you to push her away. 

You didn’t. 

The camera clicked again, and the lines blurred even further. 

Excuse me for knowing nothing about how modeling works 🤭

If you enjoyed this one shot, please make sure to check out my other series!

[blackdykegirlblogger]

nasty period sex with vi :3 

thinking about you and vi taking care of each other during your periods. it wasn’t often that your cycles synced up, but when they did? godspeed to everyone involved. you’re both prone to really, really shitty cramps, and what better way to relieve them than with endless orgasms? but you’re both too sore and achy to fight over who tops and who bottoms. so you're forced to come to a compromise. 

you have vi's knees pressed to her chest, spreading them just enough to slot your own body through, lightly hovering over her on your toes. your cunts were bumping together deliciously, traces of blood and lube and cum swirling around on your clits. you begin to play with her nipples, lowering your head to swirl the swollen nubs between your lips. “so pretty mama. feel s-so good.” you babbled mindlessly as your squelches echoed throughout the room. 

vi has the prettiest clit on planet earth, a rosy-pink pearl hidden between her labia that jolted with even the slightest of touches. it pulsed against yours repeatedly, forcing her to dig her nails into your waist as she tried her hardest to guide you from below. the room had a unique tinge of metallic and arousal, and it only added to the sensations as you threw your head back.

your pupils were blown nice and wide, the sticky mess between your thighs dripping onto (and staining since someone forgot to lay a towel down) the sheets and the pace of your breathing quickened as you felt your orgasm steadily approaching. and judging by the adorable fucked out look of vi's face, she wasn't too far behind you.

god, you guys have to do this more often.