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galactic-magick · 2 months ago

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Be Proud: Viktor x Reader

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

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Warnings: mentions and allusions to body dysmorphia/eating disorders

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’ll be embarrassed to be seen with me.

I’m not good enough to be here.

I should eat less.

If I tried harder I could look like her.

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

They only invited me because they have to.

They probably talk about me—

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

“Are you alright, darling?”

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

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

“Talk to me,” he says.

“No.” you reply, avoiding his gaze.

“No?” he chuckles. “Why not?”

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

“Handle what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tears return, falling slowly down your cheeks.

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

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

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

“I understand.”

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

“You actually think it looks good?”

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

“But-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And damn is it working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, quickly returning to his side.

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

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doctorho · 1 year ago

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

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

well, it had been.

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

one of those things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#scribbles #we're here for the body positivity ok #and i truly honestly believe that viktor would adore having a partner who's like. soft around the edges #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #this is gender neutral but i made the reader have some traits that like. hint at them being soft and maybe plus size #or maybe some other type of Looking that some people don't know how to appreciate #yes i made viktor autistic here cheers

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sevikellsss · 5 months ago

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UNSCRIPTED DESIRES: LOVE BEYOND THE JOB 18+ PART 2:

authors note: this took SOO long because ✨executive dysfunction✨ I'm honestly really proud of this, even though it took forever. I think I've done a good job. Read Part 1 first, if you haven't already! If you've read that please proceed, and enjoy!!

PART 2 SUMMARY: It’s your first day at The Gardens, and a terrifying customer awaits you…

warnings: mdni! soft! sevika, protective! sevika, body worship, themes of body dysmorphia.

word count: 3.1k

“Strip”, she demands suddenly, her grin getting bigger by the minute. You gasp at the instruction and your eyes widen in shock. You hate this and stripping is the last thing you want to do.

“Right now?”, you ask, moving your arms to your sides and hesitantly picking at the fabric of your corset above your hips. She looks at you, brows furrowed, her head leaning slightly in disbelief, and you know that you have no choice in the matter.

You look down at yourself and cringe at your appearance. You’ve never shown this much of yourself before. The only person who had seen your body was your ex and she wasn’t exactly nice about it.

You knew that stripping was part of the job when you took it, but you underestimated how intense it was going to feel.

Your cleavage on full display, bursting through your corset, the lacy ensemble hugging your figure, and your panties squeezing your thighs, your stretch marks peeking through ever so slightly.

This is the most exposed you’ve been in a while, and you don’t like it. Your insecurities bubble inside of you...

Your chest tenses up, feeling the pressure of her demand weighing heavy on your shoulders. You squeeze your eyes shut, cheeks pushed up towards your eyelids, hands clenched into tight fists of distress.

At this point, you’re doing anything to escape this situation. You try to clear your mind, to do something to forget about your surroundings. But all you can focus on is the panic you feel about being watched; being seen.

“Is everything alright, doll?”. A voice, peppered with concern, reaches your ears, but it’s too muffled for you to hear anything. The critical voice in your head rings too loud.

Your heart begins to pump out of your chest, and it gets harder and harder to breathe as your chest tightens, your breathing becoming sharp and fast, blood passing through your ears.

Pulling at the ends of your corset, you feel yourself unravelling, like you're about to cry, your head spinning as you see the images of the room in your mind swirling around you. You're welling up now, tears filling your eyes up to the brim and eventually pouring out like a boiling pot.

You try to calm yourself down and breathe but as your heart thumps faster and harder, your breathing becomes more and more shallow, and loud enough for people to hear you.

You don't want to be here. Anywhere but here. You wish you hadn't come in the first place. You just wanted to hide; and for someone to pull you out of this dreaded dreamscape that became your reality.....

"Hey!". Your eyes widen at the sound of that firm, yet calming voice, tears falling down your cheeks, your gaze fixed on the ground.

"Look at me"... You continue to stare at the floor, afraid to face to consequences of your emotional display.

"Look. At. Me".

The voice is much firmer. Her tone is rough... blunt, but there's an underlying softness shimmering underneath. Although with authority roughened around the edges, the fine line is sincerity above all.

There's no place to run this time, shrink yourself further or put a cloth over yourself to hide in security. You couldn't resist caving in under her spell and lifting your head up.

You slowly look up, and you're met with a stone-cold expression painted across her face, except for a tiny glint of concern showing up in her eyes.

"Breathe", she says. "Can you breathe for me?".

You nod, eyes widened and still in shock as you stare at her.

You look deeper into her eyes, relaxing yours after a while, and you try your very best to control your breathing, taking short, shallow breaths, slowly letting them become smooth and prolonged. You start to feel more relaxed.

Her eyes don't leave yours the entire time. It weirdly makes you feel better, knowing that she's there to calm you in your obvious time of need. You're able to calm your thoughts now, only focusing on her frosted pupils.

You look at her as if to ask for further instruction.

"Come here", she states, beckoning you over to her. You walk on over, timidly clasping your hands together, trembling with every step; and you end up very close to her, stood in between her legs, looking down at her in front of you.

"Straddle me"...

You gasp a little at her words.

Straddle her? How could you, after how embarrassed you are about this? About panicking this much in front of her?

And you haven't been that close to anybody in a very long time. That's why you panicked in the first place; it's been so long since you've been so open with someone regarding your body, and the last time didn't go too well. Your heart starts to beat again at the thought of being so close to her.

You swallow. "Uh, okay", you mutter. Eventually, you proceed.

Nervous, you put your hands on her shoulders, using her as leverage, and you lift each leg over hers, carefully sitting on her lap.

Nothing but goosebumps cover your whole body as you feel how sturdy her thighs are underneath your plump and fleshy ones. You felt the veins of her thighs and the firmness against your skin, her muscles flexing slightly. You feel your cheeks heating up at how strong she feels.

As you look into her eyes, her muscular yet soft hand travel slowly down your back, towards the side of your hip and onto your ass.

She looks at you completely deadpan, that concerned glint still in her eye, and she brings her metal hand up to rest on your cheekbone. The cold sensation of her metallic fingers sends a shiver down your spine...

"You want to tell me what that was about?", she asks, again quite sternly but with a kindness hidden in her tone.

"Uh....".

That question terrifies you. You haven't really talked to anyone about the insecurities surrounding your body, let alone how people have treated you for it. You've been bullied by others because of it your whole life; even one of the girls made fun of you today....

Telling anyone, especially Sevika, felt humiliating. She looks at you, patiently waiting for your answer.

"I... uh... I can't", you say in defeat, shaking your head towards the floor. You want to respond but you can't; you're just too scared.

She gently pulls your chin back to meet her eyes again, forcing you to answer. "Try".

Your eyes light up hearing her say that. Knowing that she wants to listen warms your heart in ways that you cannot explain.

No one has ever cared to ask how you feel besides your parents, and you'd never really made friends with people who genuinely appreciated you. Your ex? A whole different story. Having Sevika of all people want to hear you out, was nice.

"Well... okay. If you're open to listening", you reply, softly. She nods as a way of telling you to proceed, her fingers gently circling the sides of your hips.

"People... aren't really nice to me... well because I...because i'm fat". She raises her eyebrows.

"And, I'm just insecure about my body because of it. I just feel so ugly. That's why I got so scared when you asked me to.... you know..".

She looks at you and nods in understanding. "Hmm"... She thinks about what to say for a second.

"Well, fat doesn't mean ugly". She then scans your body, top to bottom. "And you're definitely not ugly". Sevika squeezes your ass, laughing slightly through a mischievous smirk, a danger in her eyes shining through.

Your cheeks warm up again at her words, a smile creeping up on your face.

"Really?", you ask...

"Fuck yeah". She looks at you, scanning you for the second time, drinking every inch of you in. "Pretty eyes, cute smile". Her metal thumb brushes gently against your chin. Your smile grows bigger as you hear her shower you with compliments.

"And your body? You got nothing to worry about, trust me". But then Sevika says this, and your smile slowly dissipates. You shake your head.

"You don't have to lie to me". You look back down to the floor again, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Back to square one.

Sevika, concerned, looks back at you. She exhales in defiance, unwilling to accept your negative self-talk, and places her hands firmly on your hips.

"Stand up", she commands, much to your surprise. You do as she says and stand in front of her, bewildered by the instruction, but still willing to follow through anyway.

She gets up out of her seat, turning you to face away from her, bringing her hands to touch you and lightly grab your waist. Slowly, she guides your body towards the mirror beside the couch, and she makes you do the most difficult thing you'd have to do in this interaction so far.

Face yourself.

Instinctively, you look away, head toward your shoulder, not wanting to see the flaws that are so obvious to you.

"Hey, look at yourself for me". Your head stays put.

"Look at yourself for me", she repeats emphatically, smirking away at you. Reluctantly, you look up and see yourself in the mirror....

There you are in your entirety. Eyes wide, cheeks full, lips parted slightly. Broad shoulders slanting on either side, the top half of your corset, hugging your breasts as your cleavage spills over; and the bottom revealing your rounded figure, your hips peering out below the high waisted panties you're wearing.

You notice your legs and the pudginess of your thighs; the way they lean into your knees and back out to your calves. Every part of your body, while you're cringing as you're looking at it, feels so cohesive. Like each part meshes wonderfully together.

"See? You got nothing to worry about", Sevika states, her hands delicately holding you in place. "Your body is beautiful. You're absolutely beautiful..."

Initially, you were staring at yourself with waves of uneasiness filling your insides, thoughts of how disgusting your body is to you, but the more you look, the more you think about how Sevika feels about you; the more you're finding things that you actually like about your body.

Like you've always loved how round your cheeks were, it made you look sweet...kind. And no matter how bad people made you feel for it, you didn't mind how wide and pointed your hips were; they made you feel beautiful sometimes; almost sexy?

Looking at your body like this, taking it all in, while scary at first, gradually started to feel better.

"Thank you.... Y-you've made me feel better, especially on my first day". You turn away from the mirror and look at her, shooting her a look of gratitude and holding her hands in front of you.

"Not a problem, princess". The 'scary lady' smiles, and walks you back to the couch, sitting back down with her legs spread. She slaps her thigh, twice, inviting you to sit on her lap.

And so, you do, confidently this time.

"So... how was your first day? Enjoy yourself?". Sevika chuckles and smiles to herself at her question, looking at you, securing your waist in her hand. "You know, besides the panic attack that I caused".

You both laugh heartily, yours coming out as a giggle rather than a chuckle as big as her own.

"Besides that, it was mostly nice. I'm glad I had you as my first customer; you make me feel...". You pause, trying to find the words. "You've made me feel worth it".

Sevika looks pleased hearing you say that. As much as she loves to go to the brothel to make herself feel good, after a long day's work; making the workers feel good has always been just as important to her.

"Good". She takes your chin in her hand and smooths her thumb over your soft lips. "I hope that panic attack was the only bad thing about your day".

"I wish", you mutter. Your eyes shift to the floor and Sevika scrunches her brow, surprised at your confession.

"Hmm? What happened to make you say that?", she enquires. You take a breath, getting ready to explain the other downsides of your day. You're not looking forward to this, but she's made you feel comfortable enough to express yourself.

"When I arrived, these girls... they started laughing at me. Laughing at what I looked like. I overheard one of them call me a name". You take a look at Sevika's face, and that unnerving scowl is back; and this time, the danger in her eyes has no flirty connotations.

"Show me". She demands. You furrow your brows, confused as to what she's asking you to do. But then it hits you, and you stand up and step towards that maroon-coloured curtain, bringing her with you.

You pull back the curtain and bring Sevika's attention to three women entertaining a customer in the room opposite yours, their drapery opened enough to see them.

A busty brunette with an hourglass figure, a rambunctious red head, blue eyes gleaming at whoever's in front of her, her loud cackle filling the room, and the queen bee, right in the middle.

Blonde , thin as a twig, batting her bright green eyes at the customer, flirting mercilessly with him. Her hair is slicked back into a ponytail, accentuating the height of her cheekbones, her lips pursed above her perfectly crafted jawline. You point at her tentatively whilst she seduces her prey.

"She's the one who called me a name", you announce, disapproval in your tone. Suddenly, you see her turn her head and catch your eye, and she smiles slyly at seeing you watch her. You immediately shut the curtain and turn your back towards them.

Sevika reflects on how triumphant she looked when she was talking. From her smile, all the way to her body language. The way she was sitting up straight, how she was playing with her hair, twirling the ends of it, the daggers in her eyes.

There was an arrogance to it; as if she thought she was above everyone else.

"She thinks she's the shit, huh?". Her distaste is crystal clear in her voice. You nod profusely in response.

"Haha... yep". You fold your arms, trying to shield yourself as you think about how that girl treated you.

Sevika glares towards the curtain in front of you both, seething at the thought of someone treating you that way. Then a sly smile of her own is plastered across her face. An idea she was definitely planning on following through with, filled her brain.

"Why don't we give her something to look at? Make her jealous." She nudges you gently, her head tilted, waiting for your answer.

"Ah... I don't know", you say apprehensively. You look at the curtain, and then back at her. You see her face, and she looks like she's trying hard to convince you.

It would be fun, you think to yourself, picturing that smug look on that girl's face disappear as you carry out whatever plan Sevika has concocted.

You close your eyes for a few seconds and open them back up with a newfound fire inside them.

"Okay!", you exclaim. "So, what's the plan?". Sevika seizes your hand and drags you outside of the room you were in, and takes a strong hold of your waist, both hands against your hips. In the corner of your eye, you see the queen bee look over to where you're standing.

Sevika leans over your shoulder, her mouth pressed up against your ear, the sensation of her lips brushing against it. "Can I kiss you?", she whispers.

Your breath hitches as your heart begins to fill with excitement. You accept the offer with a quick but soft nod of your head.

She takes your face in her hand and presses her lips against yours, feeling the warmth of your lips against hers. You kiss her back, cautious at first, unsure of what to do; but then you relax into it, and pull her into an embrace as her soft lips make yours tingle, lips brushing together; her breath tickling your nose.

She slowly pulls her lips away, leaving you with a proud look across her face, a large differentiation in yours. You look at her, dazed, stunned, disoriented.

"Wow..", you say. "That was...."

"Good?", she asks, laughing as she puts her hands on her hips.

"Yes, definitely". You giggle, putting your hand over your mouth bashfully. Sevika looks to see if "Blondie" noticed how well you were getting along, and it was safe to say she did. You turn to see for yourself, and that pompous look on her face went straight into a displeased frown in a matter of seconds.

Your giggle becomes a hearty laugh as your attention shifts back to Sevika. "I think we definitely made her jealous".

"I think that's fair to say, doll", she retorts, gently nudging you again. Sevika then clutches you tightly into her arms, surprising you and lifting you off your feet a little.

"Wait here for me". Then she releases you, going back into the private room you were in.

You wait there, hardly able to contain your excitement, fiddling with your hands and grinning up to your ears. Your heart racing, your mind thinking of all the things she could be doing, imagining what she thinks about you.

You've just met, but you can't help it. The amount of feelings that you have felt just from meeting her has already changed your life for the better. You hope that she'll come around and change it for the better again.

She pulls the curtain back and brings a large pouch, filled with money for your services. You almost forgot this was your job, until you saw that.

"I gotta pay you sometime, right?", she jokes. You smile, taking the money from her hands.

"Thank you, Sevika". You sway from side to side as you hold the pouch in your hands. "I hope you'll come around again?". You wait in anticipation, silently pleading for her to say what you want to hear. That she'll be back.

"Definitely". She leans down with her hand on your back, and places a kiss on your cheek, grinning in your direction.

"Goodbye now". She finally turns away, and before you can reply, confidently walking towards the exit.

You watch her in awe, wishing you could have said goodbye in your own little way, full of hope for your next interaction at The Gardens....

taglist: @archangeldyke-all @yer-boiiii @myrkkymato @abitohoney @abitohoney-fics @xthescarletbitch @sevikaspillowprincess

#sevika x female reader #arcane sevika #sevika fanfic #sevika x brothel!reader #plus sized reader #tw body dysmorphia #soft sevika #protective sevika #unscripted desires: love beyond the job

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royaltysuite · 3 months ago

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

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radbirdtheorist · 11 months ago

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

(And no mater how kink it is)

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m0thb0n3s · 2 years ago

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about me

hello! my name is bo(or bones) and i'm an aspiring writer! i used to be very active when arcane first came out and i was around before that for the arcana fandom! i'm an 18 year old and i wanted to get back into writing because as much as i love fanfics, there aren't enough for us black, queer, or plus sized individuals! since i'm part of all of those communities i figured i'd be the writer for all of us! i write nsfw fics for any adults in the following fandoms!

Touchstarved by Red Spring Studios

The Arcana by Nix Hydra

Arcane: League of Legends by Riot and Netflix

League of Legends by Riot Games

i'm ngl i'm partial to Touchstarved rn but i will gladly write for any of the others that i listed as well as others if you notice me reposting shit from other fandoms! please don't hesitate to send messages if you just wanna chat or have any questions! i'm not gonna lie guys i'm not gonna check the ages in your bio or anything, just please don't be weird. you are responsible for your own consumption of media on the internet!

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necromanxx · 2 years ago

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about me!

so, i would say im new to tumblr but im not new to tumblr itself, im more new to posting and actually making my self known to the community and i might as well introduce myself!

as you know my name is xylo, and my pronouns are they/them/she/her, im autistic, have adhd, anxiety, and depression.

i basically post stuff abt my ocs, characters from things i like and etc.

im goth and i guess im well oriented in games and i would love to play with yall!

im going to name intrests, what i write/post, basic abt me stuff now.

fav colors: red, black, purple.

fav flowers: red spider lily, wisteria.

fav school subject: english

intrests!:

games: resident evil, minecraft, mario kart, smash bros, pokemon legends: arceus, animal crossing new horizons, roblox, project sekai, outlast franchise, puppet combo games, stray, kny hinokami chronicles, dead by daylight, luigis mansion 3, bayonetta, overwatch 2, splatoon 3, cuphead, bendy and the ink machine.

animations:

attack on titan, kimetsu no yoiba (demon slayer), komi cant communicate, pokemon sun and moon, arcane (somewhat), etc

bands/artists:

ghost the band, slipknot, Korn, gulu gulu, Deftones, rob zombie, system of a down, gorillaz, DADAROMA, mitski, melanie martinez, (G)I-DLE (kinda)

what i write:

hcs basically, i can do fics tho.

yes:

comfort, nsfw (MAYBE), fluff, angst.

NO:

pregnant reader or anything like that.

non-con, incest, teacher x student, anything abuse, toxic relationship between reader and character, fetishization of children, trans umbrella, plus sized people, pregnant people, pedofelia, and anything disgusting.

bye bye!

#ow2 #overwatch 2 #splatoon #goth #the band ghost #minecraft #papa emeritus iv #fanfiction #original character

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chubbygirlfics · 2 years ago

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

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sevikasupremacy · 5 months ago

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Hi everyone! This masterlist consists of all the request I’ve done during the Arcane Season 1 era. I’ll be making a separate masterlist when we get into the Season 2 era. You can check them out 🫶

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Sevika Letting You Win

▸ Sevika as Your Close Friend

▸ Sevika with a Tall Blind S/O

▸ You Wearing a Bunny Outfit | NSFW

▸ Worshipping Sevika with Nipple Piercings | NSFW

▸ Sexual Aftercare | NSFW

▸ Jealous Sevika | NSFW

▸ Sevika x SexuallyFrustrated!Reader | NSFW

▸ SecretFan!Sevika x Rockstar!Reader

One Shots:

▸ Make You Mine | Sevika x Reader

▸ Pretty Face | Sevika x MartialArtist!Reader

▸ Can Only Dream | Modern AU

▸ Always Waiting For You | Sevika x Fem!Reader

▸ Rivalry to Romance | Sevika x Fem!Reader

𝐕𝐈 ⁠♡

One Shots:

▸ First Appointment | Vi x Sensitive!Reader

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Grayson x Short!reader Who Has a Size Kink | NSFW

▸ Jealous Grayson | NSFW

▸ Keeping the Mask On During Sex | NSFW

▸ Grayson x SexuallyFrustrated!Reader | NSFW

One Shots:

▸ All For You | Grayson x Reader | Angst

▸ More | Grayson x Reader | NSFW

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Ambessa Deflowering You | NSFW

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⁠♡

Headcanons:

▸ Date with Renata

▸ Renata as a Soft Dom | NSFW

▸ Spanking their S/O | Grayson & Sevika | NSFW

▸ Taking Care of You When You’re Sick | Sevika & Grayson

▸ Cuddling With You | Sevika & Grayson

▸ Reacting To Your Maid Dress | Grayson & Sevika | NSFW

▸ Comforting Them When They Cry | Arcane Women

▸ Having a Plus Sized S/O | Arcane Women | NSFW

And of course, requests are still open!

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conretewings · 2 years ago

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A Vander x chubby/midsized fem reader who's insecure? She's trying to get better about how she views herself since Vander doesn't like the way she looks down on her body; so she buys some lingerie but she ends up hiding it since she thinks she doesn't look good, and Vander finds it? I love your work a lot by the way :))

-ASDFGIQRKL thank you dear follower 😭❤ I apologize profusely for this taking so long I've been...going through it *nervous laugh* BUT here we go and I hope you enjoy:

VANDER X FEM!READER (chubby reader, body positivity, suggestive content)

-She sighs for the dozenth time, holding up to herself the two outfits she was trying to decide between in front of the chipped full length mirror. This was an important occasion after all, so she felt she had to look her best.

Should it be; the worn but still in good shape rust-red corseted corduroy dress, with embroidered trim along the deep V neckline and hems?

Or; the deep green and black, knee-length heavy cotton skirt and her good semi white blouse? Either would work with her clean boots and only unripped pair of stockings but which...?

Lowering them both, she stares forlornly at her thin t-shirt and shorts clad reflection, her belly, muffin top and all her thickness painfully apparent and laments, "Oh, it doesn't matter..."

"What doesn't matter?" came a deep voice from the doorway.

She glances to the side at the second reflection now visible, turning her head to properly look at the figure that just walked in and closed the door behind him, her face heating up; Vander smiles curiously at her, his own shirt completely unbuttoned and she has to fight back biting her lip. He comes up behind her and rests his broad hands on her shoulders, giving the top of her head a peck then catches her gaze in the mirror.

"Well...?" he asks, not dropping it.

Her eyes fall to the warped wood floor, "I...no matter what I wear it'll look...I'm still-"

"Hey, hey now-" he interrupts sternly, knowing all too well where she was going and shaking his head, "Love, we've talked about this. Ya know I hate it when you put yourself down 'n it just hurts you too."

"I know! But...I still just wish I could not be...ya know." She pats her belly for emphasis.

Vander turns her around to face him and gives his own 'dad bod' stomach a hearty slap, "You still think I'm attractive despite this ol' sixpack turnin' into, well, this. So what makes you think I don't find you to be the most gorgeous woman I've ever been lucky enough to know eh?"

She cracks a smile now herself, and he tilts her chin up with his knuckles, "You've been doin' better lately, not bein' so hard on yourself. I'm proud of ya for it. But ya gotta keep it up right? I'll keep tellin' ya as many times as needed you're beautiful got it?"

"Thank you, Papa Hound..." she grins, genuinely this time, and steps into his offered hug. Turning back to the mirror, she blows out a breath and holds up the skirt and blouse combo, "This one."

"Perfect," he nods, buttoning up his shirt to her silent disappointment, "Now let's get this show goin'."

After a lovely, relaxing and much-needed date, during which he'd only once; okay maybe twice technically, had to mumble apologies for having to take a moment to break up a dispute, they slowly make their way back towards home when she spies something in a barred store window that she'd normally ignore but today...

Ever observant, he notes her attention focused on something nearby and asks, "Everythin' alright love?"

"Yeah! Yeah just saw something interesting-" she panics but hides it, quickly trying to find anything else to point out and gestures to the food stand next door, "-on the menu! Maybe I'll grab some for the kids tomorrow."

Vander nods, "They'd like that. Better make sure they all get even shares or it'll be a squabble."

She laughs, assuring him she'd be completely fair, and they both continue the trip as she takes one last glance at the items she'd truly been studying...

The next afternoon, she stands in front of the mirror again, this time sporting a very different look. She blushes fiercely with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief at her own boldness, and a streak of surprise at how well the skanty, black and red lingerie looks on her. Earlier she'd snuck back to her true target from the day before, the clothing shop she'd spotted this little number in the window of and after an awkward purchase where she'd tried to hide her face as much as possible, she'd dashed home to try it on, grateful that Vander was busy and the kids out somewhere. She'd also snapped up a bag of the spicy snacks from the stand next door to keep her cover story intact, and it wasn't completely a lie; she had been thinking of grabbing them a treat anyway.

Now she spins, checking how it looks and imagining the look on Vander's face when she stepped into view wearing...

The self-consciousness creeps back in as she sees how snug the lingerie is, and how her body shape is all the more glaringly evident. She curses herself silently for ever thinking this would work and wasting the money. Sighing, her shoulders droop-

Abruptly there's a rapid knocking on the door coupled with the voices of Mylo and Claggor calling her and talking loudly over each other. She yells to hold on, swiftly changing back into regular clothes. In her rush she curses, looking around before hurriedly stuffing the negligee into the first dresser drawer she sees and hurries out of the room, making a note to return to hide it elsewhere...

-Several hours later, Vander trudges into their shared room, exhausted from the long day and chaos of a fight that had erupted wherein the participants had refused to take it outside-so he'd 'helped' by tossing them out the door, earning them sore backsides and a couple month ban.

He kicks off his boots, then tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it in the pile next to a basket that served as a hamper. Still grumbling and cursing under his breath he slides the top dresser drawer open-

And his eyes widen, brow cocked in surprised curiosity at the garment he finds there that's most certainly not his. He pulls it out, finally realizing what the lacy, gauzy pieces of fabric are as heat rushes to his face-and other areas. How long had she had this? And how would it look on her in person instead of in the lovely, increasingly sinful images running through his head? He exhales in a shudder, feeling the blood quickly rushing downward, stunned at how much of an affect this alone had on him, and was starting to put it back when she walks in with a yawn.

"I swear, if those two have the balls to show up anytime soon I will-"

She halts, seeing him holding the lingerie and flushes fiercely, hand flying to her mouth and mumbling out a jumbled rush of excuses, "Oh! Oh Van I uh, ha, yeah I can explain it-it's just-I was gonna take it back it was j-just an experiment yeah but it doesn't work-I can't-"

In a couple strides he's in front of her, hands on her waist and pulling her against himself, thumbs running over her hips, leaning in and dropping his voice to that low, gruff octave he knew she enjoyed, "But love, ya can't take it back...not after what I may do to you with it..."

"Wait-r-really? You like it?" she sputters, "I mean, the problem is it...doesn't really work for...you know, me..."

Vander draws a deep breath, letting it out in a soft growl and she feels the goosebumps prick her skin from the almost feral gleam in his eyes, "Firstly, what did we talk about yesterday? Secondly..." he pulls her in closer and she gives a groan feeling how hard he already is pressed against her belly, the sound doing nothing to help this, "I think this is good enough proof I like the idea of it on ya, darlin'..and the only problem is you're not gonna be wearin' it for long after ya put it on...now, been a long day yeah? What say we get ready for bed..?"

At last her lingering pain begin to melt away as she sees not just the lust, but the sincere love in his gaze, and the doubt is replaced by a glow of confidence blooming in her chest and she smiles suggestively up at him, "I think that's a perfect idea..."

@mooshroom-cows @archerofthemists @immortalbumblebee @vander-affectionate @barbersjoy @jarlyne @lucklesslongshot @shitfacedanon @katattacker

Sorry if I forgot anyone I'll add as I remember

#arcane fanfiction #arcane vander #arcane vander x reader #vander arcane #ask and you shall receive #mildly spicy #plus size reader #hello friend I hope you like this #I had a lot of fun writing it

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sweetcherry-exe · 2 years ago

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Lost love, found love

Authors note: I recently got into the game The Arcana and I got attached to Lucio 🫠 I’ve done Julian’s and Muriel’s route as well, Julian’s being my first but I of course got attached to the one character so many people hate. I’ve done Lucios route twice now and I’ve spent over $30 for coins to get the “premium” options for this white man. I’ve been going through some really emotional times at home and I decided to write a comfort fic for Lucio. This was originally never going to be posted for others to see, but I decided to post some of it. Most of it will not be shared except for most of the main part I wrote comfort wise as the rest is to personal and close to my life to share. I hope you all understand and I hope you enjoy 🍒

Lucio x chubby trans! Male reader

CW: oral, possibly ooc Lucio

Word count: 1,669

Not proofread

You stood in front of Lucios' office door debating if you truly wanted to knock. It’s been over a year since the incidents with the Devil and you had been avoiding him. You shook your head remembering that Nadia had asked you to work with Lucio making sure he stayed on task and didn’t get into any trouble. With a sigh you knocked on the door, hearing a grumble and a slight ‘come in’ you walked into his office closing the door behind you before turning to face Lucio. Lucio grinned as he saw you enter the room throwing his arms up slightly “Well well well if it isn’t Y/n” he stood up walking towards you. “It’s been so long since we have seen each other dear Y/n, if I didn’t know any better I would think you have been avoiding me,” Lucio said as he continued toward you. You could feel Lucio's warmth from his body as he nearly had you backed up against the door stuttering with your words “well- I..well listen you see it’s not that I’ve been avoiding you...I’ve uh? Been busy!” Lucio had you pushed up against the door now as he brought his hand up grazing your cheek slightly “oh yes my darling magician, you must oh so busy taking care of that shop you work in.” With a nod you looked down at the floor staring at Lucio's shoes, he sighed bringing his golden clawed hand up lifting your chin so you were looking at him. Blushing deeply you pushed his hand away from his face attempting to move away from him “I’m here by the order of Countess Nadia to keep you in check and to make sure you stay on task until you can 100% prove you’re capable of working by yourself.” Lucio groaned rolling his eyes as he draped his arm around your shoulder “oh please, does everyone think I need a babysitter?!” You held in a laugh as you nudged him gently in the side.

Lucio moved his arm from around your shoulder down to your waist and you couldn’t help but get nervous. You could feel Lucios' hand slowly grip the fat of your side as he led you over to the sofa in his office before pushing you down sitting next to you throwing his arm back around your shoulder. Lucio started talking but you couldn’t hear what he was saying, the thoughts in your head were drowning everything out from ‘what if he finds you disgusting’ to ‘he doesn’t truly care for you, you avoided him.’ Lucio stopped talking as he heard you let out a sob, panicking slightly he gently used his clawed arm to make you look at him “Oh my darling Y/n, what’s wrong? Did I say something to upset you?” You shook your head lightly as you used a hand to wipe away your tears “I’m sorry Lucio, it’s not anything you might’ve said it’s just my thoughts.” You told Lucio about all the insecurities and thoughts you have and he sat in silence for a moment before he pulled you up off the sofa and gently tossed you over the shoulder.

You let out a yelp and Lucio walked out of his office and down towards his bedroom “w-wait Lucio where are you taking me! We still have work that needs to be done by tonight” you tried saying as he let out a laugh swinging the door open walking towards his bed gently tossing you down onto it. You could feel your body jiggle slightly as you could hear Lucio close the door, before you could say anything Lucio situated himself on top of you, his knees at both sides of you. Your eyes looked everywhere but Lucio as you could feel him lean down, his hand caressing your cheek lightly before speaking “Look at me Y/n, you find all these insecurities about yourself that I simply adore about you.” Lucio grinned a bit as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips watching as your face turned a shade of red. You adverted your eyes again as you could hear Lucio groan but before he could speak you cut him off. “Lucio…are you sure you find me..this body of mine attractive?” Your eyes started to water slightly as Lucio looked at you without saying a word. Before you could attempt to move out from beneath him he let out a loud laugh that startled you “Oh y/n you truly think so little of me? I mean have you seen how you look?” Lucio scooped you up into his arms before laying you up further into the bed.

You let out a yelp as your head came into contact with the pillows and Lucios’ hands gripping your waist as he pushed himself down against you. Your eyes widened as you could feel how hard he was as you looked up at him, his face a shade of red with a smirk adorned on his face. Wiping away some of the tears that still rolled down your cheeks Lucio leaned down pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Don’t you feel how you’re making me feel darling? Your body is absolutely beautiful and I’ll spend every second tonight ravishing you until you realize that.” Lucio said before running his hand through your hair and kissing you. You hesitantly closed your eyes kissing Lucio back, you could feel him smirk into the kiss slightly as he grinded his hips against yours causing you to moan into the kiss. Lucio pulled back sitting up on your lap removing the cape and sash unceremoniously throwing them to the floor before unbuttoning his shirt and pausing.

You watched as Lucio hesitated before removing his prosthetic laying it on the bed taking his shirt off completely giving you a crooked smile. Smiling back up at Lucio you leaned up pressing your hand to his cheek as he leaned into your touch “You look just as amazing without your golden arm as you do with it on Lucio.” He grinned as he reached down for his prosthetic putting it back on before wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you into his chest. “I could say the same to you Y/n, you look stunning and I must say I adore your extra weight,” Lucio said before pressing a kiss to your forehead and winking at you “makes for extra loving and grabbing to mark you as mine.” You tilted your head at his slightly funny but endearing words before smiling at him and kissing him slightly “thank you darling” you said as you laid back onto the bed pulling him down with you.

You could feel Lucios' hands roam all over your body as he marked up your neck, lightly biting down once in a while as you let out breathy moans. You could feel as Lucios' hand gently played with the hem of your pants pulling his head back slightly and looking at you for an answer. You nervously nodded lifting your hips so it was easier for Lucio to remove your pants, before he could remove your underwear you stopped him. “Lucio before we move further there’s something I have to tell you” Lucio looked up at you showing that you had his full attention. You let out a shaky sigh “Lucio I wasn’t born a male…I’m trans. I don’t have a well- you know” you looked at Lucios' face as he took in the information. You were about to speak up telling him that you would just leave but he leaned up kissing you softly as he ran his clawed hand gently through your hair. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a man and that I still harbor feeling towards you Y/n,” Lucio said as he reached a hand down rubbing you through your underwear. You let out a moan as you felt Lucios' fingers slip under your underwear rubbing you as he sucked at your neck which was sure to leave marks.

With a quick kiss on your lips, Lucio went back to his task of removing your underwear completely throwing it into a random corner of the room. You let out a whiney breath as you felt Lucio's fingers slowly slip into you Lucio winked at you before leaning his head down taking your clit in his mouth sucking and biting. You tossed your head back reaching down and gripping his hair with your hands as you moaned and cried out as Lucios' fingers moved in you as his mouth tortured your clit. You nearly ripped out Lucios' hair when he pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his head back away from your heat as you looked up at him with a smirk on his face. “As much as I would love to have you cumming on my fingers” Lucio removed your hands from his hair as he sat up unbuttoning his pants “I’d much rather have you cumming around my cock.”

You blushed as you nervously watched Lucio remove his pants and boxers in one go your eyes widened at his size. Lucio smirked as he watched you take in his size, his cock hit his stomach slightly as he adjusted himself properly in between your legs. You stuttered as you watched him lean over you reaching for a jar of oil “How- how is that going to even fit Inside of me?” Lucio leaned back to his spot between your legs opening the jar of oil as he scooped some up into his fingers before he coated himself looking up at you with a grin. “Don’t worry about that darling, I’ll make sure it fits” he winked as he screwed the lid back onto the jar setting it down somewhere on the bed. That’s when you knew it was going to be a long night as you watched Lucio work the oil over his cock, when he said we would ravish you, he meant it.

#the arcana #count lucio #lucio x apprentice #the arcane x reader #smut #countess nadia #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #lucio morgasson #not proofread #plus size reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader #the arcana lucio x chubby reader

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