#arcane x chubby! reader

[fawnfemmes]

it’s short but first piece that isn’t a blurb !! who cheered —🐇

sevika fucking you in her car just cause you mentioned you were horny in the middle of the long ass drive back from visiting your family for the holidays. hands gripping the fat of your thighs as you cling to her, fingers tangling in her hair while she fucks you in the backseat. she’s grateful for the fact you’re in the middle of nowhere because the sounds coming from you are downright pornographic. pretty little whines and whimpers of her name that only seem to get her going more, burying her strap into your pretty cunt cause she’s so desperate to make u feel good ! she loves seeing her angel feeling good, and she’s alright with a delay in the schedule if it means getting you off.

“love this pussy, baby. ‘s so pretty.” she grins, eyes fixed on where you join, watching the purple of her strap disappear and reappear, practically dripping with your slick. you’re basically going stupid, clinging to her like she’s your life force.

“ohmygod, ‘vika-“ you’re keening against her, trying to get her to focus on you rather than your cunt. it’s useless. she’s drunk on it, as she often is. there’s nothing sevika loves more than your pussy, except maybe you. she looks up at you for a moment, head dipping down to kiss you so softly you almost forget the roughness of her thrusts. you’re quite sure the car is shaking, but you’re too fucked to care. “gonna make me cum, baby–“ you gasp, thighs trembling.

“hnm, i can tell, sweet thing. practically drowning me, shit,” sevika laughs cockily— she knows she fucks you good, and she’s proud of it. the little pool of your wetness that’s gathered on the blanket beneath you is proof enough for her that she should be proud. she slows her movements and you practically sob with need.

“Someone’s impatient,” you can tell from her face that she’s absolutely enjoying this, and she doesn’t even try to hold back a little grin when she speaks. her thrusts pick back up again, and she lets out a little hum in satisfaction when she hears how slick you are.

“Oh baby, listen to ‘er,” she murmurs into your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine when her thumb moves to your clit, a cocky laugh slipping from your girlfriend’s throat.

when you finally cum, letting out a downright nasty moan of her name, sevika cleans you up quickly and sets you in the back of the car with all the pillows and blankets she can find so you can get some rest while she keeps driving. what a gentleman she is.

[merakidoll]

vi the pussy destroyer 🫧🎀⭐️

“oh cmon baby why all the tears?” vi’s fake pout only had your legs twitching more. your arms were bound by the pink cuffs that rattled against the bed. your chubby frame shaking and your legs quivering from vi’s assault between them. “it feels good princess?” you hummed against the gag that was soaked in your saliva. your eyes rolling to the back of your head as she blew gently on your hot cunt. she moved down to suck on your puffy pink clit that was fat and sensitive from her previous assault.

her slanted eyes looked up at you, a glint that you could catch even through the cloud of tears. a smirk came onto vi’s face; her tattooed back flexing as she moved up on your body, so that her perky breast were in front of your weeping pussy. “just wanna make my baby feel good” vi said to herself gripping her nipple and moaning at how just a simple touch could feel so good. your eyes clouded with tears once again when vi moved her cool nipple to rub against your clit. “mmmm” your thrashed against the bed your legs shooting to the air while vi moaned to herself basking in the double sided pleasure.

“love this fuckin pussy!” vi growled roughly pushing your legs back down and sitting herself between them. your legs got intangled together, vi’s sopping hot cunt bucking against your own. her head was throw back, the muffled moans and delicious sound your cunts made together overtaking the room. you felt light headed. the constant bumping to your clit and how sexy vi looked above you, her left nipples covered in your essence as they slightly bounced.

your eyes were low, your legs shaking even more - if possible - while your squirt shot out painting vi’s pussy. “oh s-shitttt” her eyes went wide feeling your pussy pulse against her own, her thighs wet from you squirt. rubbing against you harder she bit her lip, stomach churning while she looked you in the eyes creaming with a loud fuck echoing out in the room. her body shudder falling on top of you where you both breathed heavy. vi laughed at your slight snores loving how fucked out you looked.

[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o

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

calls you her peach because your nice and juicy

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

chronic ass slapper and biter

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

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

that you’ll make a great mama for her children

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sevika even toned down drinking and smoking

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

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

“i’m everything but beautiful, doll.”

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

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

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

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

ate your fat pussy out as a form of sorry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i don’t like it when you cry.”

[r3starttt]

BREEDING STRAP

PAIRING: abby x reader | taglist

Her hands rested on each side of your ass, hugging and spanking at the skin, guiding your hips into the obscene slapping whenever your bodies pressed together. The wet of your pussy shamelessly loud with each thrust.

At this point you could only blabber, drool covering the pillow beneath you from the endless times her hands had come behind your head to press herself harder by using your neck as her support.

"cock feels that good?" you felt her body behind you, her hair cascading next to your faces. You simply nodded "Yeah? can't event talk?" Her last word came along a chuckle, one of her hands coming to your stomach and up your chest to grasp at your breasts, digging her nails on your nipples before simply letting go at your whine.

"Gonna cum for me?" she already knew the answer, but there was nothing that could provide as much pleasure as your muffles words 'yeah' you managed to let out.

"Mhm... want me to cum inside you? bet you do" your back arches with naturally, letting her handle your hips as she wishes. Each thrust feeling deeper.

"gonna be such a pretty mommy...gotta make sure it sticks baby" And before you know her hand is already pumping into you. Making sure you're shaking beneath her before she pulls out to slap at your slit with her cock, pumping just to see you getting wetter. "such a good fucking girl" One of her hands grabbing at your ass to get a better view. You can only delight her with your pretty mumbles and whines and that body she much adores.

[woodle-isbae]

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

Omg yess

Viktor~

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

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

"What- what did you say?"

"You should probably rest more..?"

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

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

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

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

Jayce~

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

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

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

"Shut up."

"Alright Mr.Talis, my bad!"

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

A bunch of SLUTTTTSSSSS

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[tang3r1n]

ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴀʙʏ

cw; 18+, heavy topics ngl, refrences to poverty and starvation, angst, GAY LESBIAN SEX, slight cannibalism symbolism if you squint rly hard, refrences to sex work and/or sexual assault

A/N: abt 900 words and literally cranked this bitch out in lile half an hour. jesus fuck how in the hell did Sevika bring me out of my fucking writing dry spell. what the actual fuck. i haven’t written in a year and ofc when i do it’s fucked up analogies and lesbian sex.

To be born of the cursed flesh is a cruel fate worse than death.

To be born as a tainted babe, cast out from the womb with vile stares and scornful words, is the most unlucky a child could be.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t just. She’d lived her life good, honest, she deserved the fruits of her labor, a young life filled with pain and struggle. But she was that of the unfavored, not the blessed ones of Piltover, not the nobles with their mansions or the Council with their riches. She was impoverished, born starved, raised hungry, grown into a ravenous woman who begged for the moresles of candied love the scum around her shoved down her throat or inside her.

She lived to survive, didn’t have time for anything outside of the coins thrown her way and the scraps she fed from. Ironic how she never looked the part; plump and soft, malleable and pliable, her hunger hidden beneath that syrupy, sugary smile that oh-so softly graced her cherub cheeks. She pranced around in fine silks and soft feathers, smoke and shimmer stinging her nose and eyes, ears never without the soft whines and moans that fluttered through the halls of the brothel.

Men were somehow more starved than she, their oafish bodies sweaty and fetid as they grabbed her with rough hands, uncaring of the bruises and marks that grew, staining her already tainted body. She loathed them, pushing her brain to the clouds of smoke circling overhead as she rode out whatever sick ride they put her on. The rides were never long, thankfully, mercifully, their essence all that remained once they stepped off with little more than a sideways glance and those same scornful words she learned years ago. Her bed was a sanctuary, a soft, pillowy escape where she could let her mind drift and fly away, she dreamed of soft touches and sweeter kisses, honeyed words and gentle smiles against her plush skin.

This woman above her, her tan skin and dark lips, soft breasts and firm muscles, rough hands caressing her like she was made of porcelain, felt like heaven. Her touch was better than shimmer, a rush incomparable to any human emotion, a religious awakening, it was invigorating. Men were hurtful, slapping and choking all while they shared the same blood and flesh that she had— but this woman, with her metal arm and scars, was slow and sybaritic, gluttonous how she sucked and kissed at her skin.

Long fingers pumped inside her, working choked gasps and impossibly soft moans from the cursed one’s mouth, curling inside her cunt to almost lazily press against that spot that made her dizzy, stomach twisting as her eyes fluttered shut. The woman’s voice was low and deep, chiding her for looking away, for her hips trying to worm away from this pleasure, “look at me,” the woman whispered, licking a stripe up her neck littered in hickeys. The other keened, hazy eyes half lidded as she looked up to her savior, the older woman grinned, wolfish and possessed, yet she didn’t feel fear. Not like she had before, the woman was all-consuming, dominating her very soul and suffocating her under that strong body built by the gods, yet she could only cry and cling to her skin, begging for more and more.

She was starved, and this woman, bringing her to climax, the sinfully delicious sounds of her own cunt squelching clashing with her pitiful cries, was feeding her. Feeding that bottomless pit she had been build with, feeding her with lips sloppily meshed together in a fucked up display of power and perversion. Feeding her with those dangerous fingers circling her pearl and filling her up. Feeding her with praise and love like a false prayer, flooding her mind with devotion and compassion she so desperately craved.

With the burst of her orgasm, she wailed, tugging on her savior’s messy hair as her body shook in pleasure. White blinded her as her glassy eyes rolled back, devilish smile fading away with a dark chuckle. The woman gently slipped her fingers from her cunt, a dull ‘pop!’ making her ears burn as she watched the woman suck on the soaked fingers. The woman’s eyes rolled back, a delicious moan rumbling from her chest and in that moment she wondered if this woman was starving too. If her savior craved just like she did, if this woman watched her with the same kind of hungry eyes as she did.

She was pulled into another sultry kiss, lips smooshed and smacking as they stole each other’s breath, wrapped up in each other’s arms. The woman pulled away first, keeping her close with a firm hand around her thick neck, string fingers ever so gently cutting off her oxygen, “such a pretty girl,” the woman whispered, a secret for just the two of them, “my new favorite treat.”

Born damned, she scavenged for love and life, but staring into those dark eyes, she saw the same hunger, the same damned flesh tangled up in her’s in a macabre display.

[swagyalastorwife]

Vi , jinx , Caitlyn x jealous!reader {headcanons}

Author's notes :hiiiii guysss (^-^)/❤️ So I posted this headcanons according to the results of the votes i hope you like it

⚠️ warning ⚠️: suggestive vocabulary and jealousy and sorry for the spelling mistakes

Vi🥊

♡ She will find it so cute to see you jealous

♡ And it will reassure her because it means that you love her and that you care about her

♡She loves to see you in this state and to tease you about it like a kid she will tell you things like:

"they are jealous! they are jealous, they are jealous"

while laughing then she will take you in her arms and tell you how much she loves you and that she will NEVER EVER leave you for someone else:

"you know you are all I have left you are my reason for living so believe me you don't need to be jealous because there is only you that I desire and no one else"

♡ Then she will give you kisses and hugs all night long to reassure you or things can end in a different way if you know what I mean ...

♡ But during sex she will be gentler than usual so that you can understand that she belongs to you and will be more than glad to see you above her

mini story

♡ After one of these fights a VI fan comes to talk to her and literally monopolizes your girlfriend and you really didn't like it and you looked at this girl with eyes full of rage and VI noticed it well and therefore pushed the fan and she take you in her arms but that was not enough to calm you down and all evening you made a face and you imitated the fan several times:

"haa hi VI you are really great blah blah blah"

She will laughs VI. She approached you gently and qhe whisper in your ear

"you don't need to be jealous my love you know that there is only you that I love ~

She caressed you gently and went up dangerously towards your chest and I'll let you guess the rest

Jinx🎨

♤ She will make fun of you

♤ She didn't understand why you were jealous, you know she loves you otherwise she wouldn't have stayed with you.

♤ She has a hard time understanding until you explain to her:

"really Y/n I don't understand why you're jealous it's ridiculous"

"it's not ridiculous, I feel the same way as you when you see me laughing with someone else"

"it's totally different"

"no it's not"

♤You say as you leave the room to let Jinx think and that's when she understands what you feel when you're jealous and will find it a little cute

♤She will try to reassure you as best she can.

Mini story

♤While you and Jinx were walking a man came and started hitting on her which made you immediately angry you wanted to kill this asshole but Jinx did it first, when she turned to you she saw your slightly upset face and made fun of you:

"don't tell me you're jealous ~"

"leave me alone it's not funny"

"come on I killed this asshole there's no reason for you to be jealous"

She then saw your face become sad and she remembered the conversation you had about your feelings of jealousy so she put her amrs around your shoulders:

"you know I love you right?"

Caitlyn🗡

◇ Like VI she will find your behavior cute

◇ She will also be very flattered because it shows that you love her

◇ But unlike Jinx she will not make fun of you on the contrary

◇ She will give you long speeches about the fact that she loves you more than anything and that she will never leave you

◇ She will discuss it with you to know what made you jealous to avoid doing it next time

◇ She loves you so much she does not want you to feel bad it breaks her heart to see you sad

mini story

◇Caitlyn and you were on patrol when suddenly one of your colleagues arrived and started to flirt with Caitlyn in front of you:

"I am very flattered by your compliment but I already have someone have a good day"

And of course you were sulking in your corner and Caitlyn noticed it she talked for hours to explain to you how much she loves you:

"you know my love you do not need to be jealous I love you and I have only love you and no one, you hear me I love you more than anything "

I hope you liiiike it (^-^)/❤️

[awakittie]

jinx x fem chubby reader smut like first time (but sweet like a lil vanilla yk)

You’re Perfect

(border creds to @/cafekitsune)

cw. cunnilingus, reader has issues with their body, slight angst (eventful fluff) reader is f but uses they / them prns

pairings. chubby!reader / jinx

wc. 2k

MDNI 18+

thank u so much for the req! i hope i did it justice =^.^=

you’d never imagined your first time with jinx to go this way. but you soon realise you wouldn’t have it any other way; jinx’s lips on yours, coaxing soft whines and moans from your own, hips moving, slotting between your legs.

you find yourself where you are now when the two of you were having a horror movie marathon; she’d insisted the two of you have one to celebrate halloween. usually you wouldn’t cave, being far too scared of her picks, but with all hallows eve right around the corner, you figured why not. wouldn’t hurt, right?

correct!

you feel yourself jolt at the hand on your thigh, and you see jinx in your peripheral, biting on her bottom lip supposedly to suppress the smirk blooming through. you stiffen.

the two of you had never done anything before— well, that’s a lie. you’d done some stuff, some simple grinding and making out, but whenever she gets too close, too handsy, you always have to tell her no.

she obliges of course, pouting with a curt nod of her head before she settles back beside you with a flop.

you’d always felt insecure in your weight, in the rolls of your stomach, the way your arms seem just about too big to be proportionate. you’d never tell jinx this, as you know she’d just go on a whole tangent. or at least, you think.

what if she just laughs?

what if she laughs in your face, telling you that your suspicions are in fact true?

would she ever want to touch you again?

surely not.

.. does she want to touch you? or does she just feel obligated? surely she does, right? some people feel that way in relationships and jinx’s past would suggest the latter — feeling like she has to do stuff in order for praise, for people to not leave her.

surely not.

you jolt to a halt, eyes frozen and wavering on the tv. you seem to get tunnel vision with the way you stare up at the tv. jinx notices, cocking her head your way and slipping her hand down to your knee, rubbing loose circles into the skin there.

“you good?” she has her usual quip, tilting her head into your line of sight. “you’re frozen like a gargoyle—“

she giggles to herself, before your eyes meet her own. you watch the pink in her eyes shrink at the attention, pupils taking up all the space in her iris. she snaps out of whatever stupor she was in, suddenly adorning an expression of fright.

“shit, did i do something?” she gasps, flinching away from your knee like it was scalding hot. “fuck, i did something! i did something, didn’t i?”

it’s your turn to be mortified, jaw dropping as you bring your hands up, waving them in surrender in front of you. “no, nonono— you haven’t done anything, I swear,”

she blinks, once. twice. three, four times before the weight finally seems to sag from her shoulders. she lets out a breath she hadn’t realise she’d been holding, sniffling out a sharp ‘whew’.

“i just—..” you start, cringing at the way your voice cracks. should you even go there? what if she thinks you’re disgusting for thinking that way?

she seems attentive enough, and you swear if she had ears on the top of her head they’d be standing upright. she perks up, uncharacteristically straightening her usually curved back.

fuck, get over yourself, [name].

“i’m scared that maybe if we ever went further with..” you cringe, scrunching your nose as you ponder the next few words. “y’know. exploring each other,”

you mentally face palm, the comedic slap ringing through your head.

you’re dumbfounded.

“you’d maybe think i was disgusting for the way i look?” you draw out the last word, feeling yourself shudder at the second hand embarrassment.

jinx doesn’t even look phased — at most bewildered.

she sighs, letting her head drop, eyes tunneling down onto her fidgeting hands. she seemed to be nervous for what you wanted to say too, but you’re pulled back from your thoughts at the hand taking your own.

“i don’t… care.” she states simply, sounding almost defeated you’re having this conversation, like you should already know she doesn’t care how you look.

you sag. this is not the answer you wanted, and she notices this.

“no�� i do care!” she starts up again, waving a hand in admission. “i just mean i don't mind how you look. i think you’re.. beautiful. i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”

she sighs, scrunching her nose and recoiling at her words like they left a sour taste in her mouth. she hates being open, being honest with you. she’s afraid it makes her look weak, like her vulnerability takes away from the big scary jinx persona she’s built up for herself over the past however long you’d known each other.

( 2 years! )

“you don’t mean that.” you state simply, squeezing her hand in your own.

“what makes you think i don’t?” she queries, eyes flitting up at your huddled form. “you know how much i love you.”

you feel a jolt down between your legs, a familiar warmth blooming in your belly. she seems sincere enough, but that void that fills your lungs seems to only grow thicker and thicker. it almost hurts to breathe.

what if you just let go this one time? this one time? ‘if you hate it you never have to do it again’ you tell yourself. in your head you’re standing opposite yourself, leering over their cowering body before comedically slapping their face, forcing some sense into them.

get it together.

you can’t deny how much you want her, and you feel almost possessed when you lean forward, tilting your head to meet hers. she seems taken aback, moaning softly into the kiss as her hand finds your face.

her thumb meets your jaw, rubbing soothing circles into the bone. you suck in a breath when her teeth meet your bottom lip, and you reciprocate with fervour, clambering to situate yourself over top of her.

she kisses her way down your neck, shaking her head with a curt ‘nuh uh!’. once she has your shirt off she’s turning you so you’re on your back, left flushed beneath her — and most importantly naked.

you feel the most exposed you’ve ever felt, but you don’t feel insecure. under jinx’s warm gaze you can feel just how much she wants you, the way her smile reaches her eyes before she leans in to the junction of your neck. her hands trail upward, sliding further up up up till they reach your chest.

gasping out her name, you buck up instinctively into her touch. you find yourself heaving beneath her hand, swift and admiring grasp at your chest, gently circling over your sensitive nipple.

“jinx..” you sigh, shuddering up into her touch. you feel love drunk, words sloshing together as though you could barely keep your head up.

she seems to notice, humming a chuckle into your neck. that chuckle follows her down, down past your chest, past your stomach where she now sits, laid between your legs. trembling, you can only watch as she situates your legs over her shoulders, holding them there by curling her arms over top.

“you— you don’t have to—“ you’re cut off by a light slap against your thigh. your eyes fall, jaw dropped in a balk to where she’s laid, pointer finger pressed against her thumb where she drags it along her lips. zzzzzzip!

she throws away the makeshift key.

then contradicts the motion like she hadn’t just done it.

“i want to. you hear me?” she tilts her head, resting against the slope of your thigh. “i want to.”

nodding shakily, you allow yourself to situate back against the pillows. you feel at ease knowing she wants this, even if it’s only at least a bit. though she does seem eager; tongue darting out to comically lick at her lip, fingers curling over the laced rim of your panties.

she pulls and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. fully exposed now, jinx looks like she just won the lottery — if her pupils could shift and change at will she’d be seeing dollar signs right now. she looks between you and your pussy, bringing two fingers down to slide through your slit, gathering up all the slick that’d gathered there.

your underwear is soaked, and you see that now with her jeering beneath you, swinging your underwear jokingly around her finger.

“you’re soaked, baby.” she muses, cocking a brow and letting your panties drop to the floor. “this all for me?”

your body seems to react before your mind, and you’re nodding rapidly, hair shaking from the intensity. she can see you’re eager, and so wastes no more time in parting your thighs. she hums out a sigh, drawing a long inhale up the center, before letting her tongue part your lips, licking her way through to your sopping hole.

the reaction is instantaneous; bucking hips and lips parting to accommodate the sharp gasp that’s ripped from you. the gasp trembles off into a whine when she places a well-deserved flick over your clit, drawing her tongue there for a moment longer just to see you squirm. her hand finds your abdomen, pressing on your stomach to keep you from bucking up from her touch.

she wants control.

your earlier hesitation melts away, dripping off jinx’s tongue and down her chin. you heave, chest trembling at her ministrations. she’s good — far too good. the sloppy sounds fill the secluded room, filling the space with a stuffy heat that feels suffocating. you feel it squeezing at your lungs, encouraging the soft moans you manage to choke out.

she smirks, snarky and knowing. the look in her eyes is almost enough to send you over the edge, the coil tightening a mile in your abdomen. you’re on the brink of an orgasm, legs trembling and brows drawing up right as she makes the move of pressing tight circles into your clit.

“you can come, honey,” she coaxes, pressing soothing kisses over your soaking pussy, now just as soaked as her mouth. “come on, baby.”

peering up and over your chest is the final straw; the sight of her covered in your juices, dripping from her chin. the dark void that drowns the pinks in her eyes, full of lust. the way her purple lipstick is smudged down the corners of her mouth.

it’s too much—

white hot pleasure crushes through your being, zipping up your spine as you finally reach the peak. you hear jinx somewhere beneath you, like she’s cheering you on. you feel her fingers, slim and soaked driving through your slick. the obscene sounds fill the room, against your moans — now bordering pornographic.

it’s a while till you come down fully from your high. hands dragging down the sides of your sweaty face. you can feel just how heated you are, and you know you must be beet-red by now.

the thought makes you flush even more in embarrassment.

jinx on the other hand, seems to be having the time of her life; crawling up your body to curl in beside you, snuggling close to your warmth. she beams from where she lays, resting her head on your chest and peering up curiously at you.

“you did so well,” she comments, stroking a thumb over the corner of your mouth.

she looks disheveled herself, hair frizzy and drawn upright. thank god for the braids, otherwise you’d imagine her hair sticking up in any and every direction ever. this warms your insides, makes it all fizzy. you assume this is what people mean when they say they have butterflies in their stomach.

you smile.

“you’re perfect.”

A.N yay first request done! plz check my pinned for info if you want to submit anything <3

[furioussouls]

Jinx takes a liking to you.

[with chubby reader]

[chubby reader, don’t like it, don’t read]

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Warnings: hallucinations, canon divergence, unhealthy dynamics, stalking, not too dark, fluff, nickname (sugarplum), chubby fem! reader

Summary: You, a stranger, help Jinx through one of her episodes and she takes a liking to you. You don’t mind her watchful eye over you, do you?

Disclaimer: The characters, worldbuilding and lore belong solely to “Arcane“ by Fortiche productions and Riot games.

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You sigh as you walked through the dirty, corroded alleyway. Your broken boots squeaked with every single step and you looked around. You were vigilant, you had to be in order to survive down here. You weren’t too bad off; got yourself two stable-ish jobs that pay well enough and lived in a tiny, old apartment. Was it comfortable? Warm? No, not really. But it was more than most could ever dream of.

You took a sketchy left turn and walked hastily when you suddenly heard a loud bang. You jumped back and put your hand on top of your weapon. It wasn’t the most expensive or even the most effective one, but you were just happy you had something to defend yourself with. With a racing heart you took a few more steps forward when you saw a glimmer of blue. You raised an eyebrow and looked at the scene in front of you; it was a girl with long blue braids and a slender body. Tears streamed down her face and her ungloved fingers were buried deep in her scalp.

“I said shut up! I‘m not talking to you! Fuck! It’s always the same thing with you!“, she shrieked, her voice raspy and angry. Though, you could hear the slight sliver of fear and sadness in her voice, which she would undoubtedly deny.

Her dark pouty lips were pulled into a deep frown and the dark circles underneath her eyes seemed to pierce through your heart. She looked like a sad puppy. You sighed silently, you wanted to help her- no. No, that’s an absolutely rotten idea. The only reason why you survived this long without any issues is because you didn’t ask questions. You minded your own business and tried to live a normal life. Eventhough you truly wanted to help every single person in Zaun, you obviously couldn’t. You need to keep it moving and-.

Another loud crash interrupted your thoughts and the mysterious blue- haired woman sobbed out. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.“ Her long and slender fingers suddenly grasped her pocket and she pulled out a big gun- like weapon. Your eyes widened and you stepped forward to stop her.

Her magenta eyes widened and she aimed her weapon at you. “Who the fuck are you?“, she asked, her tears had dried down on her cheeks and the sad face you saw earlier turned into one of pure fury.

You held up your hands and introduced yourself. “I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t. I just saw you and thought-“, she interrupted you and took a few steps toward you.

“You thought what? You thought that I was so embarrassing that you needed to take it all in? Huh? Is that what you did? Hah- did you at least have fun during this fucking shitshow?“, she asked you sarcastically, her voice dripped with saccharine mania. She looked at the empty space on the right side of you and her face split into a deep frown again. She lifted her gun and shot at whatever she was seeing.

“I said shut up!“

You screamed out and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your soft palms turned into a clammy mess and you felt a cold shudder run down your back. Blood rushed through your ears and you held your hands up again.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. There’s nothing next to me. There’s also nothing next to you, okay? We‘re both fine.“ You replied gently and walked a few steps into her direction. Your steps were slow, slower than one might walk towards a baby deer. Anything to keep her from startling.

She looked at you and her nose scrunched. Her eyes glazed over and she suddenly seemed far away and dropped her gun. The mysterious woman buried her hands in her again and yelled out again. Fat tears poured down her pretty face and your heart broke. She dropped her gun and fell to her knees, her horrible thoughts haunting her.

You slowly walked over to her until you stood right in front of her tiny figure. You put your hand on her shoulder and she flinched but didn’t stop you. Your rounded body engulfed her slimmer one in a warm hug. She froze and so did you; until you put your hand on the small of her back and gently began rubbing soothing motions on it.

“It‘s alright. You’re okay. Nothing is here, except for me.“ You soothed her gently. “Do you want to tell me your name?“, you asked her gently.

“Jinx.“ The woman- Jinx whispered slowly against you, her body still frozen. You nodded against her and gently cupped the back of her head. You were careful with her braids as you tenderly nudged her face into your shoulder. You were probably doing too much, but physical touch seemed to be the only thing keeping her out of her episode.

Slowly but surely Jinx melted against you and buried her face in your shoulder. Her trembling arms wrapped around your plush midriff and she squeezed you and sobbed into your shoulder. You don’t know how long you both stayed like this for, but you were not going to be the one to let go first.

After some time she stood up and left you without a word. You stared holed into her back and hoped that she’ll be okay, eventhough you probably won’t see each other again.

It was a few weeks later and the interaction with Jinx was already a blurry memory as you made your way back to your job. Your squeaky shoes echoed through the alleyway yet again.

Jinx was watching you silently. She hid in the shadows, trying not to be seen by you. Jinx had been watching you for a few weeks. After you helped her so generously, she wanted to give you something in return, so she scoured the entire undercity for you to give you an awkward but well- meaning gift. It took her some time but when she found you, she just couldn’t bear to see you again. What if you rejected her? What if you told her to piss off because she was weird or dangerous? She already liked you too much. It couldn’t happen.The evil thoughts rose again like poisened every tiny progress she made. But then she saw you, your squishy and warm body walking carefully through the undercity. Your cute boots were squeaking and alerting every creep to your location, so obviously she had to watch over you. It was the right thing to do. And if she can’t have a conversation with you, she could at least protect you. But this needed to stop. For good. She needed to talk to you.

She sat on top of a old roof as she watched you work. Jinx leaned back on her palms and her exposed abs flexed softly in this position. What wouldn’t she give to scoop your soft, sweet body up in her arms again. She shuddered in delight at the thought and her hand clenched.

“Oh, look at you. You’re so popular with the men, huh?“, she asked with a grin as you kindly rejected a man who flirted with you during your shift. Jinx chuckled to her self and played with the lower part of her braid. She hummed to herself as she took in your every move. With every single rejection Jinx‘ heart grew and she cooed. “Aww, sugar.. Are you rejecting them because of me? Do you know I’m coming soon? I bet you can feel me, can’t you? We‘re in tune like that.“ She sighed dreamily and snacked on a tasteless treat she stole.

She doesn’t like the taste of it. She’s sure you’re much sweeter. Sweeter and softer. Her eyes slowly zeroed in on your ample chest and she chewed harder, yes. Extremely sweet. As sweet as the ripest sugarplum. Her mouth watered.

She shook herself out of the trance. You probably wouldn’t like that. She sighed and jumped down. She had to speak to you. She’s not some weirdo watching you. Well, she is. But she’s more. She’ll be your best friend at first and then your guys‘ relationship will bloom into something more before you guys know it. She nodded to herself and walked over to the bar at which you were bartending at. She walked over and rattled off different and cringey introductions in her head, but none of them seemed to fit you. You were her sweet darling after all. I mean, who else in the undercity would treat someone as nicely as you have? You must be her own personal angel.

Your eyes roamed through the crowd when you saw familiar blue braids. “Jinx?“, you asked her in disbelief and her eyes snapped up at you. She grinned awkwardly and rubbed over her toned arms.

“Hello. Do you remember me? Cause I remember you. Wait- not in a weird way! I just mean- ah shit. " She gritted her teeth and stared at the ground. You put your hand slowly on her shoulder and she jumped a little before shelooked at you, her pouty lips agape as she looked at you with hope in her eyes.

“Of course I remember you. What do you want to drink?“, you asked her with a soft smile and she smiled brightly at you and sat down on the chair in front of you.

[fawnfemmes]

★ sevika who eats pussy like it's her first meal in decades and her last meal ever. she's so messy with it, it's almost ridiculous. lapping at ur cunt like it's the only thing on her mind. and it is. she's so drunk on it, mumbling praises against you despite the fact she knows you can't understand her. and her hands are everywhere while she's doing it, too— roaming over the soft fat of your thighs, your stomach, kneading the flesh in her calloused fingers, appreciating your plumpness. it's her favourite thing, being buried between your thighs. she thinks she could die like this, and she'd die more than happy.

[melancholymetropolis]

Please Please Please

plot: Marriage Law AU In which two best friends partake in a marriage of connivence to appease a marriage law placed on Piltover. However, one party is no longer satisfied with that arrangement and proposes a divorce.

pairings: Adult!Claggor x Reader

genre(s): Hurt with Comfort; YEARNING; childhood friends to lovers

warnings: unedited (mostly). MUTUAL SILENT PINING. friends to married idiots to lovers. lots of tears from both parties. love confession for the ages. no smut, just feels

a/n: I promised this months ago, but burn out is real. I am fully aware that this might make no noise, but I needed to get this out. I needed to write something where two people are so hopelessly in love with one another that they almost sabotage it. this is for the sad girls-- they need love too

w.c: 2.0k

“I think. . . we should get a divorce,” I said, looking up from the steaming pile of mashed potatoes on my plate.

Claggor lowered the serving spoon back into the bowl, before placing it on the table. His hands clenched and released repeatedly, just as his mouth started open before snapping shut. He was trying, and failing, to find the right thing to say. Thoughts played out on his face like subtitles, yet they managed to be jumbled together. After a few seconds, the taller gentleman inhaled sharply and raised the glass of wine to his lips. He took several gulps before waving his hand for me to continue.

I didn't know how I expected him to react, but it wasn’t like that. Clay was flustered and speechless. Two reactions I've hardly ever seen him portray in our decade long friendship together. His demeanor was that of confidence and security. There wasn't anything he couldn't achieve with his hard work ethic and enlightened mind. It was one of the reasons why he was a decorated engineer at such a young age. Why he had a seat on the Council, discussing the worries of undercity residents and bringing further unity to Piltover. 

“Well,” I said, nervously tapping the table. “When the Marriage Law was announced, you suggested a union between us to avoid becoming entangled with strangers. A platonic union.”

“Are you not. . . happy with this arrangement?” Claggor chose his words carefully. As if he were lighting a match next to a powder keg.

“I . . .” I turned away from him, almost too embarrassed to express my wants. I mirrored his actions: grabbed my glass of wine and took several gulps from it. I sighed heavily and looked back up at him. His brown eyes were trained on me. Watching my every move, dissecting every expression on my face. 

There was a look of panic behind them, of desperation. 

He didn’t want this to end.

“I am happy with the arrangement,” I replied. “You're my best friend and confidant. My right hand. You know me better than anyone else. So, it was a no brainer to enter this union with you. I love the home we created and spending time with you. It's just. . .”

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said gently.

“I . . . want more,” I said softly. “I want a romantic partner more than a platonic husband. And I know you're not interested in romance. You made that notion very clear with our separate rooms and such.” I paused for a second and chewed on my bottom lip. I waited until the words arranged themselves in a neat pattern before speaking again. “I am watching my homegirls go on dates, buy engagement rings, have giant weddings with their spouses. It didn’t bother me in the beginning, since this whole mandated marriage thing was so fresh. But, it’s starting to. I feel like I am missing out on something wonderful. And I don't want to pressure you into having that kind of relationship. So, I'm suggesting a separation. A no-fault divorce.”

Claggor nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I replied with a raised eyebrow. “‘Okay’ as you understand? Or ‘Okay’ as in "let's get divorced””.

“More like “Okay, let's go on a date””.

“You don't mean that,” I said, shocked. 

Claggor took another swig of his wine before leaning forward. “I do.”

“You're joking.”

“I'm not.”

“Bullshit”.

Clay chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “What? Are you scared to go on a date with your husband?”

“Well. . . yes”, I said, earning a deeper laugh from Claggor. 

“Come on, sweet pea,” he teased.

“I hate it when you call me that.”

“I won't bite. . . unless you want me to.” There was a smirk on his lips. Dangerous and seductive, just like the rest of him at that moment. 

“Clay, what are you doing?” I said with narrowed eyes. “What's your angle?”

“No angle,” he replied with a shrug. “Simply flirting with my wife.”

My body froze. My eyes scanned his face. Once. Twice. Three times to find the joke. To find humor behind that gaze. There wasn’t any. He was being completely serious. The realization caused me to slump back in my chair. Out of all the things I’ve been expecting, his proposition for romance had not been one of them. He was a man of solutions, or facts. To me, he saw our marriage as a means to an end. I was the only straight, single woman left in our friend group. We had enough history to know all sides of each other. The good, the bad and the annoying traits that graced our person. The fear of the unknown had always plagued my consciousness. The uncertainty of the future had given me crippling anxiety. Marrying a stranger would’ve been too risky then; Claggor was the safest option. He made me feel secure and seen. There had been many nights that he simply held me during a panic attack, or called out of work because I wasn’t feeling too well. But, when I was all better, he’d never mention those times again. Almost like they didn’t happen. Almost like they meant nothing to him; which was why I thought romance was completely off the table. It was why I thought I needed to find someone else.

Because loving someone who doesn’t want me has gotten too painful.

The buzzing of the timer brought me back to reality. I snapped to my feet and took quick steps to the kitchen. I hastily shoved on the oven mitts and opened the metal door. I removed the cobbler from the top rack and placed it on the stove. In one fell swoop, I turned off the oven, took off my mitts and placed them back on the designated hook by the stove. After taking several deep breaths, I turned on my heel and intended to head to the dining room. But Claggor was standing in the kitchen’s doorway. A wary look on his face. 

“Did I do something wrong?” There was hurt in his voice, a pain I have heard before.

“No, of course not,” I said a little too quickly. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because you’re crying, sweet pea,” he said, softly.

I pressed a hand to my cheek and immediately felt damp skin. “Oh.”

“You have to talk to me, Y/N,” Claggor states, taking small steps in the room. “Because clearly something is bothering you and it has to do with our marriage. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Marriage.

It was one of the few times he referred to our agreement with that word. 

It was always “union” or “arrangement”.

Hardly ever marriage.

Hardly ever a word that insinuated more than a platonic relationship.

A friendship. 

“Do you. . .” I heard myself asking. “Love me. . . romantically?”

A somber smile formed on his lips. And, despite my blurry vision, I could see his eyes begin to gloss over. Every muscle in his body relaxed. He was about an arm’s length away from me, then. But, he didn’t dare touch me. Afraid of how I might react; knowing my history and skittish tendencies. 

“Baby, I have loved you every day since we were fifteen years old,” he confessed, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “And just when I think I can’t love you anymore, you do something that makes my heart grow three sizes.” A tear rolled from his left eye and rolled on his cheek. He didn’t bother to wipe it away. “I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you. I couldn’t. I won’t. You are the love of my life. So, please. . . please don’t leave me now. Not when I just got you all to myself.”

More tears escape their ducts and slide down my cheeks. “But you said you wanted this marriage to remain platonic. Hell, you didn’t call it ‘marriage’ when you proposed. You said it was an “arrangement”, like some sort of business deal.”

“Come on, sweet pea,” he teased. “If I told you I felt, you would’ve run for the hills. We both know that.”

A small giggle fell from my lips. “True.”

Claggor took a step forward, our bodies mere inches apart. “I had to present this marriage in the most non-threatening way possible for you to even consider it. Hence, the separate rooms, separate bank accounts and separate lifestyles. The “marriage” couldn’t be more than a legal obligation in the beginning.’

“You wanted me to trust you,” I declared, stepping forward. 

“Exactly,” Claggor replied, closing the distance between us. “There wouldn’t be a relationship if we couldn’t trust each other.”

The rise and fall of his chest was quick and almost panicked. The complete opposite of his calm demeanor. His glossy eyes were beginning to make my heart weep and my mind sing with lyrics from sappy love songs. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, matching Claggor’s. I placed a palm on his cheek; he immediately leaned into my touch. His eyes seemed darker than before, almost like his pupils dilated at the sight of me. I felt myself lean forward and my eyes drift close. His lips hit mine a moment later. Claggor groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around me. I gasped at his strength and he took that opportunity to slither his tongue in my mouth. It was my turn to groan, then. Somehow, his palm was at the nape of my neck with his fingers in my braids. His other hand hooked around my waist and lifted me off the ground. My rear collided with the marble countertop and jerked back in surprise. 

Claggor immediately pulled away. “D-Did I go too far?” His eyes searched my face for any sign of discomfort. “I apologize if I did.”

I shushed him and opened my thighs for him. Claggor’s soft middle was in between that open space in moments and his lips were on mine again. There was heat behind the second one. A ferocity I never expected from him. His hands were everywhere. Rubbing my thighs, clenching my waist, tangled in my braids. Claggor wanted to touch me anywhere and everywhere. He wanted to feel every part of me. Almost like he was making up for lost time with the quickness of his touch. It seemed like he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Maybe, by his own admission, for almost a decade. My heart glowed at the thought. Claggor’s longing for me had reached its limit. The love he kept shielded from me was slipping out; spilling onto my body via gentle kisses and quick touches. He wanted me so bad it was beginning to hurt him.

Clay inhales sharply before pulling away from the embrace. His forehead is still pressed against mine and his arms hold me tighter than they ever have. His breathing is rapid and his exhales fan my face. His entire body was trembling, almost as if it were coming down from a high. When his brown eyes finally open, they are darker than they ever were. Deeper in shade and emotion. He drinks me in, reading my every expression before opening his mouth.

“I love you.”

The words are like an arrow to my heart and I feel tears begin to well in my eyes.

“Please don’t leave me.” The plea was stronger that time, sharper in tone.

It demanded an answer. 

“I won’t,” I said. “Because I love you, too.”

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a/n: I have an idea for an Arcane Marriage Law series with different characters. Y'all just gotta be let me know how you feel about it.

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[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2

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

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

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

ended with both of you making out on the practice mats

gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out…”

“Peach, please I—“

“Get the fuck out Sevika!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I quit Shimmer.”

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

“Good.”

“Love you, doll.”

“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”

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

Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy

[miriunknown]

Could you do a Jinx x Chubby reader where the reader is being made fun of and she like kills the bully or something

Oh my gods. You are genius, I love this!!! Perfect timing too I was really running out of ideas (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

A night out

Jinx x F!Chubby!reader

Summary: you were at a bar with your girlfriend, you were having fun until some guy starts flirting with her. When you try to intervene he makes a snide remark so Jinx does what she does.

Warnings: Jinx, Body shaming(brief), killing, mentions of blood

(I apologize if this isn't very good I'm having some writers block and wasn't sure how I should write it.)

The bar was loud despite there not being a whole lot of people there, music was blaring and you could hear the sound of drinks clanging against the bar. Jinx sat at the bar next to you, she kept ordering drinks and you were having trouble keeping up.

"ugh, this place is loud." You said rubbing your temples trying to prolong the raging headache you were probably going to get from this place. "Yeah it is, but it's fun.. kinda." Your girlfriend said from beside you, you giggled at her feeling a bit tipsy. She smiles at you, you could tell she was almost completely sober despite all the drinks she's ordered.

It took a lot to get her drunk, you on the other hand. You're 2 drinks in feeling tipsy, there wasn't much alcohol content in them either, they were fruity cocktails.

You felt bold so you were about to lean in and kiss her but someone squeezed between y'all. "Hey." Some guy said to Jinx, you looked at him dumbfounded. "What do you want?" She said glancing at you as she gave him a glare. "You wanna.. get out of here, go back to my place?" He asked you couldn't see his face but assumed he was smirking. You're surprised Jinx didn't immediately shoot him, she did try to hold back on the violence around you though.

You tapped on his shoulder and he turned around with a disgusted look on his face, "what?" He spat. "You interrupted me and my girlfriend by squeezing between us. Could you go?" You asked irritated but tried to seem polite, he scoffed at your words as if he didn't believe them. "Yeah right. Like she'd date some fat pig like you—"

Before you could even react to what he said, the guy was pulled away from you and a loud shot rang out through the bar. The sound of the shot rang in your ears, it was enough to make you dizzy. Everyone in the bar began to panic and rush out of the bar. "GOD DAMNIT JINX." You heard a loud voice boom through the bar, Sevika pushed through the small crowd towards you and Jinx. You finally looked over to see the guy on the floor his face was almost unrecognizable from the blast, blood was pooling around his head as Jinx stood above him.

She sat back at the bar like nothing happened, looking at you immediately. "You okay, toots? I hope I didn't scare ya'." She said a worried look on her face as she carresed your cheek. "Kid, you can't just do that. You can't just go around killing people. You know how many strings Silco will have to pull because of this?" Sevika scolded her like a angry mother. She scoffed at Silco's right hand, clearly annoyed by her presence.

"he deserved it. I bet if that guy were to say to your girl what he said to mine, you woulda killed him too." She stated. Sevika quirked her eyebrow at the girl, "what did he say?" She asked lowly, Jinx motioned her to bend down and whispered something in her ear— assumingly what the guy said. Sevika nodded, "yeah he deserved it." She said matter of factly.

The bartender passed another drink to the both of you, "here, make sure to clean that up and you won't be banned." He said, turning around quickly to tend to a glass. You both nodded, Sevika sighed picking the guys body up, hoisting him over her shoulder. "I'll be back, clean the blood up would you? I'm gonna go dump his body in the alley." She said walking off the guys corpse still slumped over her shoulder.

You both looked at each other before you grabbed a rag to clean the blood, "I hope you're not letting what that guy said get to you." Jinx said, her eyes glued to your face as you scrubbed the stain. "I mean he wasn't entirely wrong—" you mumble, much to your dismay she hears you. She immediately jumps off the stool and grabs your face to look at her,

"shut up. You're gorgeous, that guy was just being a dick." She stated, she pressed a few kisses over your face as the grip she had on your face loosened. You smiled at her, "thanks, hun." You say as she sits on the floor next to you. "I'm not lyin'. You're perfect." She states, her tone mellifluous.

Once you're done you plop back on the stool, enjoy the rest of the night with your girlfriend.

This was shorter than I would've liked but writers block has been killing me lately ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

[woodle-isbae]

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

Kiss kiss💋

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They did ask politely.."

Surely all of Piltover heard you after tonight.

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

[ilovewomenfr]

can u do a Vi x a bullied! chubby! fem! reader where the reader gets bullied and Vi makes her feel better with taking her virginity and Vi is very experienced while reader is a virgin?

cw: virgin!r, experienced!v, fluff, pretty vanilla, soft sex, body worship, praise kink, porn with a bit of a plot, use of y/n when necessary, reader is shorter than vi, vi lokey just yaps for a bit, pet names, a bit of overstimulation (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), KNEE THING (r!receiving)(YIPPEE!!)

~~~men dni!! 18+~~~

an: i kind of played around with structure and text in this just to get back into the flow of writing. the photo of the outfit is just kind of what i was picturing the reader wearing in the video mentioned. im gonna get the requests out slowly, i havent forgotten about them i just got way more than i expected! i’ve got another one in the works rn as well as my own little ellie fic along with being in school.

You recently posted a tiktok on your pretty small account, only followed by friends and a few random people. It was just a fun little video of you and your girlfriend doing a fit check; you were wearing the cutest maxi skirt and felt confident as hell. That was until the video blew up, raking in thousands of views, which then evidently resulted in several comments about your weight. Of course some of the comments were positive: ‘you guys are so cute together’, ‘omg this is soooo butchfemme i love it’, ‘stunning!!’ But they quickly got overshadowed by all the hate: ‘ew your girlfriend deserves better’, ‘oh she’s fat… gross’, ‘this isn’t cute…’

After your classes you head into your single dorm, setting up to study and trying to ignore the comments that just keep flooding in, some homophobic and some body-shaming. Your phone is blowing up and you seriously just need to focus on school, so you go to put it on do not disturb, the last comment you see in your notifications says ‘people like you don’t deserve love’. That’s the last straw, you sit in front of your laptop as you feel tears building up for the umpteenth time today. Your phone buzzes once more; you reluctantly check it,

vi❤️ - i saw the comments on your video are you okay?

With a deep breath you answer:

can you come over?

Less than ten minutes later she knocks at your door, when you open it she pulls you into a hug, “I’m so sorry y/n” she murmurs, pressing a kiss onto your head, you look up at her, “how much did you see?” Vi shakes her head, “doesn’t matter because none of them are true.” You look up at her, bleary eyed, “how many of them did you read, Vi?” you ask, your voice breaking as you bring her to sit with you on your bed. The two of you sit down as Vi nods her head, her throat bobbing as she swallows, “I saw most of them, and they’re all fucking ridiculous.” she scoffs, “so you don’t agree with them?” Vi turns her head, “are you serious right now babe? Why on earth would I agree with them?” You sniffle and Vi pulls you onto her chest, lying down with you, “Hey, don’t pay attention to those comments, you’re beautiful.” She pulls you in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, her hands holding your hips, when she pulls away, she smiles fondly, “I love you, so much. Don’t let random people on the internet get in your head okay? Your body is perfect and who cares if you’ve got curves it just makes everything better.”

With a small smile on your face, your lips meet hers once again, her tongue making its way to meet your own, drawing a hum of desperation from you. Vi flips you while keeping her lips on yours, carefully slotting her leg between yours; quelling the soft ache beginning to form. You pull away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, “Vi- you know I haven’t-” you whisper, “We don’t have to if you don’t feel rea-” “No! No, I want this, I’m ready.” Vi grins, “yeah?” You bite your cheek and giggle, “Yeah.” “You’re so cute holy shit.”

Vi’s lips crash into yours and her thigh presses against your clothed cunt, your breath hitches, she hasn’t even done anything yet and it already feels worlds better than when you do it yourself. Vi’s tongue delves into your desperately parted lips as if on a journey, swallowing the moans coming from you. Her hands are everywhere, one on your hip, on finding its way up your shirt to brush her thumb over your nipple, eliciting a whine from you. If you weren’t soaked before, you definitely are now. She smiles, tugging your bottom lip with her teeth before her lips find their way onto your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking gently, your breathing gets heavy as Vi trails her lips down to your clavicle; teeth and lips and tongue all along the skin. “Let’s get this off you” she tugs your shirt up- throwing it somewhere in your room once it’s off.

Her blue irises darken at the sight of your tits, “God you’re so gorgeous babe,” Vi squeezes them together and pulls your right nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling and sucking the pebbled skin; “H-holy shit” you gasp, hands finding her pink locks, “haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” she mumbles, a slight chuckle coming from her. Vi does the same on the other side and moves down your stomach, kissing practically every inch of skin, “You’re so pretty y/n” she murmurs against your skin, the pits of your stomach flip-flopping as she finally gets to your waistband. “Can I?” “Please.”

Vi eagerly tugs down your pants, leaving you in a soaked baby pink thong, “Holy shit you’re so wet.” she smiles, amused. You bite your lip as Vi runs her thumb along the fabric, “o-oh” your voice comes out as a breathy moan, heart racing as she starts teasing your clit ever so slightly through your underwear. She pulls her hand away and runs the both of them up your thighs, “why’d you stop?” Vi just grins, swiftly tugging down the fabric, pupils blown out. “Oh my god.” the words sound so desperate, without any warning she pulls your legs over her shoulder, “you’ve got a pretty pussy,” her breath fans across the wet curls. Vi looks up at you, ensuring to make eye contact before she licks your aching cunt from the bottom to the top then focusing her tongue on your clit, drawing a whine from you, “Viii.” You feel her smiling as she rolls her tongue perfectly against you. It feels better than anything you could do yourself. The soft licks gradually get stronger until she’s flicking your clit and your nails are digging into her scalp.

“Oh fuuck” whines are escaping you without any control and it’s only egging her on, “Fuuuck Vi!” you try to squeeze your legs around her head but she pushes them back open, her middle finger tracing around your entrance before gently curling it into you, “Holy hnghh shit!” your back arches as her slender finger pushes into you repeatedly, Vi laps at your clit again, a soft moan coming from her and sending vibrations up your body. “More pleaase babe” you beg and feel her smile against you. She adds a second finger, filling you up, and your moans become pornographic at the dual stimulation she’s providing you. Vi’s fingers are grazing your g-spot perfectly and you think you might have already came a couple times but you’re so in the moment you don’t know or care. Your pussy is squelching obscenely with every movement of Vi’s fingers, soft moans leaving her as well. “Vi I think I’m gonna cum!” you grasp onto her hair and you hips buck as you clench around her, resulting in more moans from Vi. You feel yourself shaking as she slips her hands out but keeps licking at your drenched cunt like it’s the air she breathes, sucking onto your clit like she’s never going to get this opportunity again. “Vi! I- mhh too much!” you push her head away from your pussy. She smiles lazily, her chin sheen with slick, “You taste so good, got carried away” she giggles, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “Wow.” you breathe out as Vi wraps her arms around your waist, “You okay?” she asks as she holds your face, resting her forehead on yours as you nod, she kisses your nose softly, “I love you so much” you smile for the umpteenth time tonight, “I love you more.” After a few moments Vi sits up from the bed, “Where are you going?” “Gonna grab a towel so I can clean you up, stay here okay?” she kisses your forehead. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms shortly after.