#arcane x chubby! reader

[fleuriieu]

May i pls request fem!reader x sevika? I've been fallen for her since 3 years ago and after her scenes in ep 2 i was so in awe and giddy i need to read more of her 😭🤲

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ( 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 ) — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 :: bullet points / short drabble

˚ ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝐤𝖔𝖗𝖎 :: im absolutely in love with sevika too so this was really good timing!! ive been wanting to write for her and viktor for the longest time :3 i hope youre okay with me doing general hcs, i didnt know if you wanted anything specific so i just did this 😋 also, sorry if she turned out ooc, this is my first time writing for arcane characters 😓

[ masterlists ]

ᥫ᭡ sevika will be the most protective gf ever—anywhere you go, she’ll always be 2 steps behind looking out for you!

ᥫ᭡ its not that she doesn’t think you can take care of yourself, but its just who she is. she gets worried, especially if you’re wandering around in the undercity

ᥫ᭡ she will 100% be your biggest hype woman. whenever you wear something new for date night, you can see her pupils dilating when looking at you with a small smirk on her face

ᥫ᭡ rather than hand holding i think she would be someone to wrap her arms around your waist, almost possessive in a way. when shes not doing that though, she would want you to have a hand holding onto her biceps

ᥫ᭡ will never ever let you tag along with anything work related. shes pretty dead set on separating you with her dirty work, for your safety

ᥫ᭡ some nights when it gets bad, she just wants you to hold her. don’t say anything. don’t ask her questions. just be with her until the next morning

ᥫ᭡ she loves to bring you back little trinkets or accessories from her missions that she thinks you’ll like / will look good on you. she would never admit it, but her heart always skips a beat when she sees you wearing something that she got for you herself

ᥫ᭡ lives for teasing/banter arguments. she finds it so hot when youre all riled up and mad at her, because she knows that she’ll make it up to you later anyways ( WHAAAT 😦 )

ᥫ᭡ she has insane mood swings on her period. one time, she accidentally snapped at you while you were trying to tell her about your day, and she felt so incredibly shitty for like 2 months

ᥫ᭡ sometimes, she gets nightmares of you dying in her arms due to an enforcer attack. its a reoccurring dream, and whenever she jolts awake in a cold sweat, you reassure her that you’re still there. you’re alive, and you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

ᥫ᭡ sevika finds it adorable when you give her little nicknames. “vika”, “sevi” , “baby” , and “big mama” ( hehe ) are her favorites

ᥫ᭡ tries to have a date night at least once every two weeks. of course she would like it if it happened more often, but with her schedule its just not possible. when you two do go on dates though, she makes sure to go all out and make it the most enjoyable experience for you

ᥫ᭡ her coworkers are so surprised at how soft she has gotten because of you. she has something to fight for other than zaun now, and once they get their promised land then she’ll finally settle down with you and live through the rest with you by her side

[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

[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.

[lila-dalilah]

SPECIAL I

S2!sevika x chubby!reader

Part 2

3.2k words

Contents: Masturbating (short), Sevika being a horny fuck, mentions of drinking and smoking weed, mentions of age gap, reader as body hair (?), kind of slow burn.

Summary: Sevika meets you at a dingy bar and can’t get your body out of her mind.

A.N: I wrote this because I’m at the motherland (🇩🇴) and my partner isn’t, so i’m horny and touch starved as fuck. This is the first time I put this much time and effort into writing fanfiction. Originally it was wayyy longer but I wanted to split it up and see how this performs first. Honestly not much happens, just Sevika being down bad. Also, I’m trying something new with the way I make my posts but idk if it’s prettier this way. Anyways, enjoy!

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MINORS AND MEN DNI

Rock Bottom was a dingy, hole-in-the-wall type of place that had once been the hot spot in Zaun. Now, it was filled by empty stools and wobbly tables. The lights would flicker from time to time, some bulbs giving out before the end of the night.

Sevika and Miguel sat in their usual spot, just as they had done for years. Their families had always been very close, and they had known each other since childhood. When Rock Bottom was in its prime, they would drink themselves stupid on the cheapest booze they could get their hands on. Now, instead of dancing and trying to pick up one night stands, they sat and reminisced about their youngest years. The loud music and chatter were gone, substituted by an almost heavy silence only interrupted by the occasional clanking of glasses or muffled conversations.

Sevika had already downed a drink before Miguel arrived. She had been desperate to meet up with him. Miguel seemed to be the only constant in her life. The new weight on her shoulders was suffocating. Sevika felt responsible for continuing Silco’s legacy while also taking care of Jinx, who had taken in a kid herself somehow. Neither of those tasks were easy to accomplish.

Those who had once been partners seemed to be turning on her one by one, and she felt the need to always keep an eye on the girls. Jinx seemed to be dealing with things fairly well, but after so many years Sevika knew better. There was always calm before the storm. She was always in high alert, waiting for something to go wrong, which happened more often than she’d liked.

On top of that, Sevika had just started getting used to the new mechanical arm that Jinx had built for her. Some everyday tasks, like holding a glass or opening a door, proved to be very difficult now. She had broken at least half a dozen of glasses in the past two weeks either from squezimg them to hard or not gripping them tightly enough. Sevika had been forcing herself to use her right hand, which felt clumsy after not being used for so long. Still, it was the safer option.

Sevika grabbed the half full glass of whiskey with her non-dominant hand and downed it all at once. She could feel the alcohol burning its way down, hoping that it would drown out everything else, at least for a bit.

“If these walls could talk…”said Miguel, recalling all the anecdotes that had taken place there.

Sevika barely heard him, her eyes fixated on you. You were wearing a short, form fitting dress that hugged every curve. When you walked, your whole body jiggled.

In Zaun, being big was almost a sign of wealth. It meant you had enough to eat well. Sevika took pride in her body, for her it showed how far she had come. She could afford to eat well enough to maintain her muscles.

Sevika also loved the contrast of being with someone softer, the feeling of their plush curves against her angular and solid body. Sevika could almost imagine how you would feel on top of her, your soft thighs pressing her sides, your belly and breasts on full display. She wanted to run her hands through every inch of your body, using your rolls to pull you closer and closer.

Sevika almost startled herself has those thoughts ran through her mind. She had too many things on her mind, sex or arousal hadn’t been a priority for a while. Her libido had always been high, but her schedule had been too tight as of late to accommodate it.

Sevika spent her days at work and her nights with Jinx and Isha, who, after much insistence, had practically moved into Sevika’s place, staying over at least three times a week. In an effort to keep Isha away from danger, Sevika took it upon herself to look after her while Jinx worked on new projects. Most nights, she was exhausted, her back aching more often than not. If she had any energy left in her, Sevika would try to catch up with friends or go for a drink with other associates, not because she enjoyed it, but because she wanted to stay informed.

She hadn’t visited the brothel in about a month. Now that everything had settled a bit, Sevika had started to feel the effects of her unintentional abstinence. The sight of you reawakened a hunger that had been missing for a while.

You approached Miguel from the side, wide smile across your face. You placed a hand on the table, leaning slightly forward, towards Miguel. Sevika started at your cleavage, noticing any subtle movement of your breast while you greeted Miguel.

“Damn, didn’t expect to see you here”Miguel said cheerfully ”come, have a drink with us”

“I’d love to, but I’m all out of cash for the night”you said”Just wanted to say hi”

“Come on”insisted Miguel”One more round won’t ruin you!”

“Seriously, I can’t”you said, shaking your head from side to side.

Sevika couldn’t pull her eyes away from your body. It just had something special, magnetic. It was almost like an instinct. She wanted to have you. No reason or hesitation. You hadn’t noticed her yet, too caught up giggling as Miguel tried to convince you to stay.

“Next round’s on me”said Sevika, her voice directed at you for the first time.

Her voice caught you off guard. You knew who she was, who wouldn’t? She was Silco’s right hand back when he was running things. Now, with him gone, she had taken over, hand in hand with his daughter. Miguel had talked to you about her, mostly when telling you stories about his youth. She seemed to be in all of them. You had heard how she could take down multiple men as if it was nothing, or break chairs in half as if they were made of twigs. You thought she was probably the coolest woman of all of Zaun.

“Have a seat”said Sevika.

And with that, you moved to sit down at Miguel’s other side, just in front of her. She followed the movement of your hips as you took a seat. Sevika tried to get a peek at your thighs discreetly, barely resisting the urge to stare . The way your dress rode up slightly while your thighs covered the whole chair made her heart go slightly faster. Further up, she noticed the soft curve of your belly, round and inviting, the kind of place Sevika would love to rest her head on. She imagined having her hands around your belly, her nails almost digging into your flesh while you were on top of her. Sevika forced her gaze towards your face, pushing those thoughts away. You smiled softly when she made eye contact, making her heart stutter.

Sevika tried to play it cool, stealing glances at you from time to time. Beneath her poker face, Sevika was almost jittery. The way your body shook with laughter, how your lips wrapped around the rim of the glass every time you took a sip, the sweetness of your voice. All of it was messing with her head, the lust your body created overcoming most of her brainpower. She was silent for most of the conversation, adding some comments here and there. Sevika hated how easily her mind slipped into desire around your body. You weren’t doing anything special, yet her imagination was spinning out of control.

“You know, JJ told me he has some good new stuff. He’s coming over later”you mentioned, then turned to Sevika”y’all can come by if you want”

“That sounds good”added Sevika, earning a strange look from Miguel.

“I heard it’s pretty strong, mixed with something exotic”commented Miguel.

Sevika knew that JJ’s “good new stuff” would be some kind of genetically modified strain of weed. He would try to manipulate the plant to get stronger, better weed as a hobby, chasing the perfect high. Sevika didn’t smoke weed anymore, hadn’t for more than a decade. She just consumed shimmer now, and Miguel knew it. Still, she was intrigued by you, not the weed. Something about you made her want to linger, even if your presence made her feel like a fool for staring. Sevika wanted more time with you.

It didn’t take long for you to leave. You thanked Sevika for the drinks and said goodbye before getting up, showing her your smile one last time. Sevika’s eyes were fixated on your has you walked away. The way your wide hips moved from side to side with every step and how you ass moved were just the last nail in the coffin. Sevika knew she needed you as she tightened her grip on the glass.

You were a bit flirty around Sevika because she was undeniably attractive, but you doubted she saw you the same way. You didn’t hate your looks, but you felt like you were nothing to write home about, just average. Sevika probably had multiple women throwing themselves at her already. You didn’t think you would stand out. Still, Sevika seemed interesting and a good friend from what Miguel had told you, albeit a bit more reserved than you had expected.

“So… how do you know her?”asked Sevika once you had exited the building.

“We used to be coworkers”Miguel answered.

“Coworkers, uh…”Sevika repeated absent minded.

“You fancy her, don’t you?”

That question caught Sevika off guard, pausing mid sip. Had she been that obvious?

“I mean, she’s just your type”added Miguel, watching her reaction.

“I don’t have a type”Sevika scoffed.

Sevika had been with a lot of women before. Tall, short, big, small, light skinned, dark skinned, long hair, short hair, hybrid. She had been with all kinds of woman, but her preference remained. Bigger women always caught her eye first. Sevika wouldn’t brush off the smaller women that hit on her, but she wouldn’t go up to them either. Still, Miguel didn’t need to know that.

“Whatever”Miguel said, taking a sip” you haven’t smoked weed in, what, 15 years? but she brings it up and all of a sudden it sounds good?”

Miguel had a sly grin across his face. He enjoyed teasing Sevika. She stayed silent for a bit because Miguel was right. She didn’t have a good comeback. Sevika exhaled sharply, irritated.

“She and JJ are nice, that’s all”Sevika said.

“Sure thing”said Miguel, shiteating grin still imprinted on his face.

On the way to your place, Sevika was unusually restless, thoughts and heart racing. She wasn’t used to feeling that way, nor did she like it.

When Sevika and Miguel arrived, the room was filled with smoke, all windows closed. The scent was trapped, pungent, yet pleasant, slightly sweeter than usual. With the celling light off, the living room was illuminated by a few candles and a lamp. JJ lounged on the armchair while you were sat on a tiny couch in front of him, passing the joint back and forth. The coffee table between you was cluttered. A few lighters, a pack of filters, a pack of rolling papers, a grinder. And in the center a big, round bowl full of dried, pinkish leaves, JJ’s new project.

You smiled as Sevika sat by your side, your eyes redder than before.

“Here, glad you could make it” you said handing Sevika the blunt.

During the night, Sevika watched you with no caution. You figured she was zoning out, after all, JJ’s batch had turned out to be very strong. She had complimented your necklace and earrings earlier, so you didn’t think anything of her looking in that general direction.

But really, Sevika was taking in every detail of your lips and your neck, taking full advantage of her closeness. Her eyes fixated on your lips while you took a drag, the tip of the joint glowing, a faint stain of lipstick left around the filter. Then you would exhale, shaping your lips into an “O” that made them look plumper as the smoke dissipated around you.

Further down, your neck was adorned with a necklace that once shone, but had since adopted a dull, spotty pinkish color. Real silver or gold was expensive, so you just settled for what you could get. Sevika felt the urge to change that. Someone as beautiful as you deserved jewelry that wouldn’t tarnish, something that would last.

You weren’t the most discreet either. You knew she was older, around Miguel’s age, but that didn’t deter you that night. Alcohol and weed made you frisky on their own, together they made you downright horny. Having a woman like Sevika near you wasn’t helping the situation.

For all you knew, Sevika was the type to be bold, going after what she wanted. If she found you attractive, she probably would have made a move by now, right?. Still, you leaned on her more than you would with others, your legs touching hers and your hand going on her bicep every time you laughed. With each touch, Sevika would almost stop breathing, tensing up a bit under your hand. She wasn’t fond of physical affection for the most part, but yours was different. Nobody had really touched her like that in a long time. Sevika was surprised to find that she didn’t mind it, even liked it.

Your eyes kept drifting to her metallic arm . It was a big, probably heavy, metal structure covered in doodles. Sevika didn’t seem like the type to decorate things in that way, but Jinx and Isha were. Isha had taken to doodling in Sevika’s arm when she took it off or was distracted. Sevika would act grumpy when she caught the little girl in the act, but her heart melted looking at every little thing drawn on it and she wore it with pride. And, when Jinx repaired or updated Sevika’s arm, it would come back with at least one new drawing around it.

As you adjusted your position to get more comfortable, Sevika couldn’t help but look at your thighs. By that point you were fairly intoxicated, your moves a bit messy. She just kept staring as your dress rode up, showing a few centimeters of your plain grey underwear, dark, short hairs peeking through the sides. It was barely anything, but she felt the heat raising up. Sdvika clenched her jaw, forcing her eyes away from you. She felt worse than a fucking perv, getting riled up over just that. But she couldn’t help herself. She wondered how soft your pussy would be, probably as soft as the rest of you. Her eyes went back for a second peek. The thought of burying her head in between your thighs made her clear her throat.

Then you leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder as if it were natural. Sevika hesitated for a few seconds before wrapping her flesh arm around your shoulders. She knew nothing smart would come out of her mouth that far into the night, so she let the gesture speak for itself. Miguel flashed her a slight, knowing smile. Sevika ignored him, instead running her fingers up and down your soft upper arm, waiting to see your reaction.

You weren’t really paying attention, your eyes closing every couple of minutes because it felt just right, as if you were meant to do it. It was just so pleasant that you drifted off to sleep without even noticing. Sevika only noticed when Miguel and JJ started talking in a softer voice. She had been too busy thinking about what she would say or do to you based on your reaction to notice that your breathing got heavier, faint snores coming out of your mouth. Soon enough, Miguel made up some flimsy excuse for him and JJ to leave. It was just the two of you now.

Sevika tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake you up. Her heart was going way too fast for no good reason. She just had someone sleeping on her shoulder, no big deal. Except, it was you. Sevika just stared at your face. Eyes closed, mouth half open, chest raising and lowering rhythmically. You looked at peace, probably having a very deep sleep fueled by the drugs consumed. Sevika still didn’t know what her next move would be. Ultimately she just sat there, enjoying your warmth against her.

Eventually, Sevika had to go to the bathroom. She shifted slowly, trying to slip from under you without waking you. Sevika moved around you as if you were some kind of bomb that could detonate at any moment. As she finally got on her feet, a slight grin appeared on her face, almost proud for not waking you up. That dissipated the second Sevika came back into the living room to find you sitting up on the couch, groggy but awake. Sevika sighed softly, then explained where JJ and Miguel had gone. You only hummed, reaching towards the table.

“Guess I’ll roll another one for us, then”you said, matter or factly.

Sevika watched your hands while you rolled the joint slowly. Neither of you seemed to be in a hurry.

Sevika had been quiet for most of the night. You figured she was the type to listen rather than talk. You decided to take matters into your hands and just started asking her questions. She humored you, sharing stories about her childhood antics. In turn, you launched into your own memories. You would always ramble on and on when you were intoxicated, jumping between slightly related topics. After a while, you decided to call it a night. Sevika was exhausted by then, ready to crash into bed for a couple of hours before heading to work. Still, she didn’t mind staying over for a bit more. You weren’t just easy on the eyes, you were easy to be around.

Before Sevika walked out of your home, you hugged her, thanking her for coming over. Sevika almost blushed, caught off guard by your body pressing into hers. You squished her tightly, while she hesitated before just lightly patting your back and awkwardly wrapping her arms around you, stiff as a stick. On her way home, all she could think about was your touch. You, on the other hand, thought you had made her uncomfortable, maybe gotten too close for her comfort. After all, you had only known each other for a couple hours.

That night, your hug kept replaying on Sevika’s mind. She wished she could go back in time and tighten her arms around you, explore every inch of your body with her hands while kissing along your face and neck. Sevika needed to touch somebody and be touched again. It had been just way too long for her and your body was calling to her.

When her hand made its way down in between her legs, she was already wet. With a sigh, Sevika’s fingers pressed against her clit and rubbed it with urgency while she closed her eyes, trying to remember every detail of your body. She imagined you on top of her face, feeling the pressure of your whole body weight in her while your thighs caged her in, heath and softness overwhelming her. Sevika whimpered, bitting her lower lip until she was finally relieved.

While she changed her sheets, an uncomfortable feeling washed over her. She felt ridiculous, like a horny teenager, getting off just thinking about your thighs and cleavage. As the embarrassment started to settle in, Sevika knew one thing for sure: you had something special.

[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

[melancholymetropolis]

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

Asking before I commit

[dilf-docs]

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

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X Si Volvemos ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎1k

ex older bf!logan x younger fem!reader

there are many things you and logan disagree in but not when it comes to things in bed.

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eddie brock x younger fem!reader

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pedro pascal x younger fem!reader (a series)

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sleazy!joel 'mullet' miller x younger fem!reader

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dark jackson!joel x younger!reader

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

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javier peña x younger fem!reader

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vander x younger fem!reader

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

©dilf-docs all right reserved. last updated: february 24th, 2025.

[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.

[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.

[dollettiee]

i‘ve been receiving these type of comments from anons (like since last week but i deleted all), so instead of being silence i‘m going to speak up about this problem.

first of all, i wasn‘t able to upload lots of works because like i said, i‘m only unavailable for monday and tuesday because i usually have more works than the other day.

second of all, my uploads are unavailable was because 1: i have lots of works to do at home, hence to why my uploads are inconsistent. yes, i‘m available on wednesday ‘till sunday, but that doesn‘t mean i have to straight up go to my laptop/phone to upload my work.

and 2: i had been (self) studying my english language to improve better. and i do this regularly so i have a better chance of writing.

that being said, everyone had life outside of internet. just because they don‘t post regularly, doesn‘t mean their lazy. please respect your author‘s boundaries and privacy. not everyone can satisfy their customer.

[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

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