#silco's bulge

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You know, I'm starting to think maybe math isnt so bad afterall 😏

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More um... science... to add to my collection...

no thoughts, only Silco

[bbydeathclaw]

this scene had me salivating like a fucking looney tunes character

[hurlingdown]

                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn’t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

masterlist!

[yanderestarangel]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "toki, mami, estoy puesto pa ti" — sevika x reader

♡┊tw: mtf!sevika, au, afab reader, mommykink, creampie, body worship, praise kink, ovestimulation, unprotected sex, breeding.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you? So desperate for mommy's cock."

The words left the older woman's mouth as a hoarse and needy grunt.

After spending an entire day cleaning the mess that had been left on her back and taking care of Silco's affairs, Sevika was so horny that she arrived home with her cock hard, practically visible through her pants.

The bulge was rubbed on your ass as soon as she found you in some room. Feeling your scent and throbbing even more, she was needy, needing to take it all out on you and your beautiful body.

Clothes were quickly removed by the two of you, while Sevika whispered how much she missed you and how much she needed this, to bury herself in your pussy until she forgot all the stress and anger that made her muscles tense.

She was on top of you in the blink of an eye, her mechanical prosthetic hand gently but firmly holding your hip, making you shiver at the strangely cold sensation of the metal. Her other hand had two fingers inside your cunt, curling them as she let your juices drip onto the sheets. A soft and smug smile could be seen on the henchwoman's dark lips, her gaze clouded, and drops of precum already escaping from her throbbing length.

"You're adorable when you're dumb,.. Just thinking about when I'm gonna fuck you uh?? Like a good slut... So fucking hot."

Sevika's hand continued its torturously slow exploration between your legs, her fingers sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. She loved how soft and smooth you felt, how perfectly you fit in her hand. Her fingers moved slowly, teasingly, brushing over your sensitive flesh and making you whimper and arch into her touch. However, she soon felt you wanting more. She felt your wet heat rubbing against her hardening cock, her hips bucking up involuntarily.

The tall woman gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you ground against her, coating her shaft in your slick arousal. Sevika loved how eager you were, how you seemed to crave her touch, her body, with such intensity. She needed that, to feel that you were there, that everything was real. Sevika's hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh as she pulled you down onto her, the head of her cock nudging insistently at your entrance —She rocked her hips up, pushing the tip of her cock inside you, just barely breaching your tight hole. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down her spine.

"Damn, sweetheart... a-a fucking tight pussy, you're going to make me cum so hard..." —she forced herself to go slow, to savor every moment of this... Even if it was impossible with every obscene and beautiful sound that came out of your mouth every time your balls hit your ass. Sevika began to move, her hips rocking up to meet yours, setting a slow, deep rhythm.

Each thrust was measured and deliberate, designed to hit that sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl. But as much as she wanted to cum, to fill you up with her seed, Sevika knew she couldn't rush this. Not when you were looking at her with those big, pleading eyes, not when you were whimpering so sweetly for her touch.

So instead, she pulled out suddenly, making you both groan at the loss. But then she was rubbing the tip of her cock against your sensitive clit, the head slick with your juices, and you were crying out, your back arching beautifully; her hips rocking against you, the tip of her cock sliding through your wet folds, not quite entering you but teasing your entrance. It was maddening, the way she touched you, the way she denied you what you needed most.

"Do you really deserve to be fucked by me?... Or can't handle your own wife's dick...? You're so beautifully pathetic like this, barely able to deal with me." Sevika didn't wait for you to beg, not this time, going back inside your heat while she made you suck one of her breasts, firm but soft, making you moan into her soft skin... The volume of her cock in your belly made her drool, the thought of filling you up, breeding you, claiming you so completely - it was almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, baby," she growled, her hips snapping up harder, deeper. "You want mommy's cum inside this tight little pussy? Want me to knock you up?"

Her thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm as she chased her own release. She could feel it building, that familiar tightening in her balls, the heat coiling at the base of her spine.

With a final, powerful thrust, Sevika buried herself to the hilt inside you, grinding her pelvis against yours as she let out a guttural moan. Her cock twitched and pulsed as she emptied herself into your waiting womb, painting your insides with thick ropes of her hot seed. It felt like it went on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her until she was spent, collapsing back against the bed.

Sevika held you close, her softening cock still nestled deep inside you, as you both caught your breath. She could feel the sticky evidence of her release seeping out around her shaft — "Mmm, fuck," she murmured, nuzzling into your neck. "Never gonna let you go... Gonna keep this pussy full of my cum, make sure you're always heavy with my child."

She rolled her hips lazily, enjoying the feeling of your warmth surrounding her. Sevika had never felt so possessive... She felt satisfied but not complete yet.

"round two baby?"

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[bobbin-buckley]

Hello, can I request Jinx x reader? Jinx fucking her girlfriend roughly with a strap-on after the reader got her excited with teasing and ran away from her just to piss her off.

oh god I really want to read this 🔥

Little Miss Tease

Jinx x Fem!Reader

Summary: You think teasing and running from Jinx is such a great idea, especially after you promised to let her use the new strap but one thing leads to another and your getting railed

Warnings: Smut, strap-on usage (R receiving), teasing, degrading, edging, slapping, thigh riding, orgasm denial, some smut under the cut

Requested

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“This is what you get for teasing me Toots.”

Jinx presses her body flush against yours, hands gripping your hips as she guides you on her strap. Her nails digging into your hips, lips on your neck and marking you as hers.

Yes. That’s where you’re at right now. How did you get in this situation? Well let me tell you

Earlier that day, you and Jinx were heading to The Last Drop to visit. Well what Jinx didn’t tell you was she actually dragged you for a party.

This surprised you a bit because Jinx typically didn’t go to drinking, smoking and absolute maniac parties. It stressed her out sometimes, but she was feeling it for some reason that time.

“J-Jinx, are you sure about this?” You’d ask, even before entering the bar you could just see the lights flashing inside and loud music going on, the guards outside weren’t really paying any attention.

“It’ll be fine Toots. I’m just trying something different.” You wouldn’t deny those eyes, she can be pretty convincing and you hate that you give in so easily.

When you gave in she smiled and dragged you inside by the busy and distracted guards that were playing cards. Once entering you saw everyone dancing to the music crazily, drinking, smoking and some people making out in the corner.

That was your evening, nearly getting drunk and almost getting sold drugs. Jinx doesn’t drink, she had asked the bartender for juice. That’s always been the cute thing about her. You’re glad she doesn’t drink like you do.

At one point during the party she caught you playing cards with some weirdo, she thought for sure you were drunk but to a surprise you weren’t. You said you knew the guy, and he gave you a bunch of coins when you won twice.

She then pulled you away, and you both continued your evening mainly upstairs in Silco’s old office. The mood definitely changed when she entered that room, you knew it made her feel extremely upset about his death.

You knew the guy, a little anyway. Jinx introduced you to him once you both got together, he wasn’t fond of you let’s just say.

For awhile she was sitting on the desk and spinning the chair Silco used to sit in with her foot, and was talking to ‘him’ and trying to convince herself he wasn’t dead.

You didn’t intervene at all, knowing that would cause some anger in her. Every time she would be talking to herself you let her be alone, you know her too well that she’ll probably have another episode and you don’t want to see that. She’s been better.

Anyways, after you could tell she was relaxing a bit, you went up to her from behind and thought maybe some teasing could distract her. Beginning with her neck you kissed it all around, making her breath hitch.

“..Wh-what’re you doing?” She asked, making you smirk at her stutter.

“Nothin’ baby,” you continued kissing her neck and jaw, behind her ear.

For a bit she let you please her with kisses, but once you pulled away she turned to you asking why you stopped.

“No reason baby let’s go home,” you turned to leave but she grabbed your hips and turned you over to the desk.

She huffed and suddenly pinned you to the desk with her hands. Her crotch pressed against your ass, you gasped when you felt the bulge in her pants. She was wearing her strap the entire time? Did she plan this?

“You’re staying here. And when I’m done with you we can head home…and have more fun.” She chuckled, her hands let go of you and she moved to sit in Silco’s chair.

“Take off your clothes baby, then come here.” You obeyed to her commands and took off your clothes as she requested, you knew if you didn’t listen she’d be rougher with you and rip your clothes off herself.

“That’s a good girl,” she teased. Using her finger to signal you over, “so..Little Miss Tease here thinks she can leave me hanging. I don’t think so, princess.”

Jinx pulled you onto her lap with her hands on your hips, she placed her thigh between your legs. You felt your core becoming super hot and wet, just begging to be fucked at the moment.

“What makes you think that huh? I want you to tell me.” She tilted your chin up, admiring your neck and the tattoo you had recently got on the side. (Decide whatever it is)

You jolted when she pressed her thigh against your core, she could feel your wetness. “Cmon…tell me darling..”

She watched you bite your lip which made her smirk at your nervousness. “I-I just wanted to have some fun..” you spoke finally.

“Fun? Well I’ll give you fun.” Jinx unbuckled her pants and tugged them down so your bare pussy was against her bare thigh. “Since you’ve been bad, I’ll have you ride my thigh. And if you’ve been good riding my thigh, making I’ll let you ride this bad boy.” She patted the hidden silicone cock that was under her boxers.

You whimpered but agreed. That made her satisfied. “Great. Start riding baby,” she grabbed your hips and guided you on her thigh, your wetness drenching her skin. “Look at that, makin’ a mess all over me Toots.”

When you moaned at her words that only sped up her motions and took the chance to degrade you. “You’re such a whore, ya know? Only teasin’ me just to get what you want. I’m surprised you didn’t get drunk enough and just beg me to fuck you in front of everyone.” She rambled, god she was hot when rambling about such a whore you are.

Her degrading words and making you ride her thigh got you closer to your high. You blabbering random words about how much of a slut you are for her, that turned her on more.

“Gonna cum?” When you nodded your head she immediately stopped you, making you whine when your orgasm was then denied.

“Whhyyyy??” “Because darling, I want you to cum over and over on my strap.”

Instead of being mad at her, you nodded and she helped you move to where her strap was in her boxers still. She pulled them down so that you could see the bright pink strap, sitting there and just ready to be ridden.

She spat on her hand and stroked the silicone dick to lube it up and then lifted her hand to your mouth. “Spit.”

You did as she said and spat onto her hand as she added your saliva to her cock. “Good girl.”

Jinx grabbed your hips and lifted you onto her dick, your pussy wrapped around her fake cock. “There you go baby, nice and easy.” You moaned when she penetrated you, she let you adjust first though.

Once you were ready she guided your hips back and fourth, helping you ride her as she began kissing your neck.

A slap was suddenly hit to your flush ass, making you gasp and grip her shoulders tighter.

“This is what you get for teasing me Toots.”

Now you’re in the situation. See what you get for being such a tease for the entire evening?

She had you bounce on her now, and bucked her hips up into you. “That’s it, take it baby.” She slapped your ass again.

You cried at the slaps and mean comments, but secretly you enjoyed it.

“Such a slut, take my cock whore.” Jinx grabbed your neck and squeezed it a bit, not too much to hurt you of course.

“Gonna cum darling?” She asks after a bit of just edging you, she felt a bit bad for making you hold back your orgasms. “Cum baby.”

At her command you came apart on her silicone dick, your liquids dripping down the base to her thighs.

“Did so good for me Toots,” she picked you up but with the dick still inside you and laid you on the table. “Ready for more?”

“Yes mamas…”

[bluekidchaos]

Silco x Reader

i have nothing coherent to say but i've been rotating this man inside my mind like a microwave dish for a week straight and need it out of my system, so here is huh, sucking silco off while he smokes

Pairing: Silco x Reader

Warnings: 18+, blowjobs (turns into face fucking??), pet names (pet, love, dear), hinted dacryphilia, dirty talking (mix of praise and degradation), boot humping (huh ?? what ? who said that, guys i think there's a ghost here), no use of pronouns but female parts mentioned

Words: 1.5k

Can also be read on AO3!

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silco coming back to the last drop after a meeting with the other chem-barons notably frustrated, huffing and muttering under his breath about "imbeciles and morons"

as he sits himself down in the big leather chair behind the desk trying to light a cigar but the lighter won't work in his angry grasp, getting him on edge even more until he throws it across the room in a fit of rage

you sigh as you get up from your position on the couch, so far seemingly unnoticed by the man, and pick up the lighter

making your way over to the desk silco finally looks up at you, his eyes softening a little when they land on you, you perch at the edge of it and hold the lighter up to him

he puts the cigar up to the flickering light and takes a long drag before exhaling, already feeling more relaxed as he inhales the tobacco. silco leans back into his chair and takes another slow drag while looking you up and down closely

"bad meeting?" your foot coming up to rest in between his spread thighs on the chair, the question of what he needed from you unspoken but understood

he grunts in response, "bad week overall.." the hand not occupied with holding the cigar lands on your foot, stroking up and down the expanse of your calf giving you your answer

almost like it was instinct you slide down from the desk and down on your knees in front of him, now trapped between him and the desk

his hand comes down to stroke a stray strand of hair back behind your ear and you nuzzle your cheek into his warm palm

silco leans down in the chair to your level, nose almost touching yours, "how about you make me forget what a bad week it was, pet?" the heavy smoke envelopes your senses for a second before you jump into action

you start by slowly dragging your hands up his thighs, letting one hand graze over the bulge in his tight pants while the other comes up to unbutton them

silco raises his hips slightly off the chair to help you lower his pants and underpants for easier access while you grab his cock out of its confinement, giving it an experimental stroke you hear silco gasp above you

the hand left on your cheek moves around your head and tangles in your hair, his eyes never leaving yours as you finally lean forward and lick his entire length

when you reach his tip you stay there giving soft kitten licks, you make sure to keep eye contact with silco while doing it, you loved seeing his reaction while you pleased him

his grasp on your hair tightens a bit and he sucks in a sharp breath as your tongue flicks at his tip, you can tell he's about to chastise you for teasing him so before he can get a word out you take his full length into your mouth, well as much as you can at least

silco finally breaks the eye contact, throwing his head back with a grunt as you take him down your tight throat, "fuck, good pet"

the pet name makes your pussy throb and you can't help but to clench your thighs to try and create some friction

he lets you set the pace at first, bobbing your head at a comfortable pace while letting one hand stroke what doesn't fit in your mouth, you trace your tongue along the veins decorating his dick and give his tip a couple of flicks whenever you come up for air

the hand not occupied with helping your efforts travel up his shirt, letting it rest against his stomach, using your nails to scratch at him from time to time to aid the sensations and you can feel him shiver under your touch

silco is now completely relaxed in the chair, head leaned back and cigar in his unoccupied hand, inhaling and exhaling thick smoke, the almost indifference he shows you makes you even more turned on somehow

to anyone else, it would look like he's ignoring your efforts but you know him better, the hand clenched in your hair, the heavy breathing, and the few noises that escape him give away how this is really affecting him

you decide to tease him more, not going down fully this time, just keeping the tip in your mouth to suck on while your hand jerks him off lazily while looking up at him

silcos head snaps down to look at you, his eyes burning with desire and frustration, "now, now, pet.." he growls out at you, "let us not get lazy when you were doing such a good job before" he adjusts the grip on your hair to a makeshift ponytail before searching your eyes for consent

you give him a small nod and try to smile up at him but he presses your head down on him fully now, nose pressed into his pubes, and holds you there

he leans his head back again and lets out a low moan at the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he revels a bit in your small struggle, the feeling of one hand scratching his stomach and the other desperately clinging to his thigh before letting you up for air

when he finally pulls your head up you take a deep breath and cough, you try to blink the tears clouding your eyes away so you can meet his gaze

silco groans at the way you look up at him, lips red and swollen, tears running down your cheeks, but it's the way you smile up at him that has him throbbing for you

he pulls your head down again, this time setting a brutal pace that has you barely catching your breath and you can't stand it anymore, the ache between your thighs is getting too much and you need something, anything

you whimper around his cock, the vibrations send a jolt of electricity up his spine, you look up at him and try to make a pouty face, which considering your mouth is stuffed full of his cock is pretty hard

silco knows your every expression however and you get your point across either way, he chuckles at the desperation in your eyes, "hm, poor you, need something to soothe you? is my cock in your mouth not enough for you?" he mocks you

but he moves one of his legs between your legs and you feel yourself get wetter at the display, "there, there, pet, make yourself feel good while i use your throat as i please"

you can feel your cheeks heat up at his words, you can't believe this is happening but you're honestly too turned on to think about it for too long before you roll your hips against his boot

the feeling of finally getting some friction against your clit makes you moan around his cock and you roll your hips again and again and again before you've set a pace likewise to the one silco is guiding your head at

silco was already close but the vision of you brings him to the edge, eyes closed and tear-stained cheeks while you were humping his boot, your noises muffled around his dick but the vibrations are making him go crazy

you feel yourself getting closer to ecstasy with every roll of your hips, you're sure you've made a mess on his boot by now but you couldn't care less, all you could think about was dragging your tongue around silcos cock while his hips meet your face and humping his leg like an animal in heat

both of you could tell the other is close now, you hollow your cheeks around him and that's enough to bring him over the edge with a shout, emptying himself into your mouth and you try to swallow every drop of him but there's too much and it spills out and around his cock

the feeling of your mouth tightening even more as if that was possible makes silco tense and he pushes his leg into you more, putting unexpected pressure on your clit just as you made contact with him again and you feel yourself being pushed over the same edge, warmth spreading through your whole body as you ride out your orgasm

silco carefully lifts your head off of him after a little while and you take a deep breath again, you start coughing as some of his cum slides down to wrong pipe

he rubs and pats your back until you've calmed down and brings you up into his lap, letting you curl up against him as you both catch your breaths, "thank you dear, are you alright?"

you snuggle into him more as he brings his jacket over you as a makeshift blanket, you can feel soreness in your jaw and thighs creeping in but you were too tired to care right now, "hmm, sore, tired"

silco smile agaisnt your head before giving it a quick peck, "rest my love, i'll be here when you wake up to take care of you" and with the sound of his smooth voice whispering in your ear you finally fell asleep

[lambilegs]

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striking a deal

contains: sevika being a jackass (what's new tho I still love her), gambling, reader sort of being a hater against gambling due to the negative impacts its had on their friend, enemies-with-a-bit-of-desire sort of vibe going on, reader is called a "girlfriend," very sfw, not much explicit romance and just a bit of flirting + attraction

a/n: hiii pookies so this is my first fic for miss sevika!! I hope it's accurate to her character and you all enjoy <33 would love to hear what y'all think hehe

art: four gentlemen of high rank playing primero

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"hey, do you know where I can find sevika?" you tentatively ask the bartender. he's some nervous looking kid who's probably going to quit after two weeks of witnessing the shit show that is the last drop since vander was killed.

not that you can blame him. you rarely frequent this part of the undercity, avoiding it for both the sake of safety and your own sense of sanity. you couldn't stand half the crap that went down here -- all the drunken fights, the sloshing of alcohol spilling and soaking through nearly every visitor's clothes, the lewd public displays that sent your face burning and ducking down -- and, of course, the gambling.

the damn gambling you had been imploring your friend, zafar, to put aside for almost half a year now. ever since he had lost his younger sister to an "intervention" enforcers had made at a party a year ago, every bad habit of his that had once been a small spring in the ground, roots shallow, had blossomed into a rotten, ugly plant that had spread faster than the blink of an eye could capture. you tried to be there for him, you did, but you also had your own family to take care of, and with his new friends being nothing but a bunch of enablers, he had now landed himself into a world of debt.

why, you ask? he had made the stupid decision to play with one of silco's little henchmen, sevika, whose reputation at cards is so notorious that even you've heard of it from your dinky little corner, far away from this place. you had heard rumours of her, some admiring, others downright terrifying. her help in smuggling shimmer, the ass-whooping she did for silco, how she was a constant presence when it came to the drug lord. that was enough to drain you of any admiration you could've beheld for such a strong woman. you had seen what shimmer did, the power it had in crumbling people's bodies, mental states, and their ability to keep living. you don't approve of anyone who's involved in the horrors of it.

the only reason you're here now is because zafar came to you sobbing this morning, grief heavy in his eyes over the money he had lost. he claimed sevika cheated it out of him, and while you still aren't sure as to how true that is, you'd at least try to set the record straight with her. you want to do something, anything, for standing around and watching zafar self-destruct no longer feels like a valid option. you promised him you'd try to see if you could convince her to return his money, under the condition of him avoiding gambling as best as he could and beginning to work part-time at the shop where you worked so he could have a more reliable source of income.

you can only hope this shitty plan will be in your favour. already, your stomach is tightening with anxiety, the knot circling and circling to bulge against your gut and make you slightly nauseated. but, you try to, at least physically, keep your cool, schooling your features to be calm, levelled and devoid of any jitters or twitches.

the bartender cocks his head to a dark corner near the jukebox. "right there. why, you've got business with her?"

a spring of irritation flickers through you at his prodding. the less he knows, the better. "in a way." you nod your thanks, then make your way to her.

you had seen flashes of sevika before. rallies, protests, gang fights. a blur of dark hair, a murky red cape and swinging fists. that's all she ever was to you. so, now, to behold her in her full state, feels... intimidating, to say the least. she carries herself as though the rickety wooden boards and worn out hinges of this place are her prized palace and she's the hailing king, rightfully seated on her throne. her dark lips are twisted into a leering smirk, haughtily bringing her cigar to them and taking a prideful puff from it. you swallow hard. you're definitely out of your league.

you linger nearby, watching through the crowd and awaiting an opportunity to approach her. when the men around her slam their palms down on the shared table, groaning and shutting their eyes in clear loss, her arm tossing towards them cockily, you stiffen up. you have an opening.

as the losers begin to file away, shoulders slumped in defeat, you can't help but feel a twinge of pity for them. everyone in this city struggles, one way or another. to have those struggles tied off with a loss in poker is a downright cursed fate. you try not to meet their eyes, sliding through the sweaty bodies until you reach her table.

you pause in front of her, hands twiddling as she collects the coins. you wait for her to look up, and when a few seconds pass and no such thing happens, you clear your throat.

eyes still casted onto the table, she speaks. her voice is like sand that's fallen through the surface of the ocean, rough and textured, impossibly deep and smooth. "you waited your turn long enough. what do you want?"

you flinch. "waited my turn?"

she tilts her head in the direction you came from. "you were lurking there. just watching, or is there something you need?"

jesus, and here you had thought you were at least a bit subtle. "oh, I--"

"didn't think I'd notice you?" she scoffs, scooping up the coins and pouring them into a small sack. "you almost fell head-first when bunny-face bumped into you."

your eye nearly twitches. "okay, well, good observation, I guess." honestly, it's impressive. you had expected her to be all brawn, no brain. "I'm here to talk to you about something."

her eyes finally meet yours. they're nearly silver, a dark grey that flashes under the colourful lights. her gaze is piercing, punctuated all the more by her dark eyebrows that are drawn in curiosity. "make it quick."

that's all you need. "okay, well, my friend, zafar, gambled with you last night."

"okay."

"well, you won, and took a bunch of his money." you wobble on your feet, hesitation seizing at you due to the accusation you're about to lay out. she could probably snap your neck in less than a millisecond. you've heard of her ability to totally crush any enemy designated to her by silco. definitely not a person whose bad side you want to get on. hopefully, nothing of the sort will happen if you express yourself in enough of a civilized way. "he, I don't know if it's true, but he says you cheated." you avert your eyes, the hand in your pocket gripping tightly onto the handle of your dagger. you haven't had to use it, not yet, at least, but in the undercity, it's better to be safe than sorry. and, frankly, you're expecting the worse from her.

which is why you nearly flinch when the corner of her lip twists up, and she says, "a common scapegoat for losers."

protectiveness immediately kicks in, searing through your body and urging you through your fear. you know it's hypocritical, considering you, too, don't fully believe him. but, still, you at least know his character, whereas she's just riding off her assumptions. "he could just as well be telling the truth."

"oh, yeah? is that why he sent his little girlfriend to save his ass?"

gross. the insinuation feels nearly as offensive as her insults towards him. "I'm not his girlfriend. and I volunteered to come here myself."

her eyes flicker up to you, and you rear back when they linger on your face, skimming over your features before settling back down to the table. "and while that's nice, and well, pretty stupid of you, I didn't do any cheating. anything he lost was because he couldn't play his hand well."

you grit your teeth together. "I'm not stupid. I just came here for a friend."

"a friend who clearly is a sloppy poker player and likely to lose to anyone who has the playing ability of a child." she snickers, and you catch sight of the split between her two front teeth, a little gap protruding. you force yourself to meet her eyes. the last thing you'd want is for her to catch you staring at her mouth.

what's worse is that you can't even argue back with her on this. for all you know, zafar very well may be a shit player. probably is, in all honesty. it wouldn't surprise you -- he always was impulsive as hell, and you wouldn't bat an eye to discover that challenging sevika had been an in-the-moment decision of his. but, you know what he's been through. you know how down in the dumps he is financially, and just how desperate he's gotten. his mourning has only made it worse.

"okay, well," you trail off, not really knowing where to continue. you didn't really lay a plan for yourself, and now that she's swiftly shut you down in a manner which you have no rebuttals for, you're not sure how to proceed.

"was that all?"

"no." you force your shoulders to straighten, hoping you sound somewhat firm, maybe even dignified. "is there any way you can return his money? he's been through a lot this year, and--"

she cuts you off with a bark of laughter, the raspy noise of it harsh and grating to your ears. the anger it's stirring in you probably isn't helping either. "okay. listen, friend of...?"

deadpan, you respond, "zafar."

she nods. "yeah, whatever his name is. this game comes with risks, and one of them is losing all your shit if you play with no tact."

you suck in a sharp breath at the condescension in her tone. "I'm well aware of that. but, listen, he's had a hard time of it lately, and--"

"and what? we've all had a hard time of it lately. if he chose to put his life's worth on the table, that isn't my problem."

"I'm not saying it is, but c'mon, can't you have a little empathy now and return his money?" you stick an incredulous finger at the table. "you have enough as is! no need to drain every zaunite of their hard-earned money before you're satisfied."

her eyes flutter in what seems to be exasperation, but you firmly planted, both on your feet and in your stance. physically, you can't do shit against this mass of muscle. but, maybe, just maybe, you can verbally get somewhere.

she stares up at you, elbows propped on her knees. "if it's so hard-earned, why did your friend gamble it away? are you asking me to return someone's money because they were an idiot?"

frustration begins to gnaw at your stomach, a burning sensation swarming through your insides and making you tense up. "I'm telling you, he's not in his right mind right now. things have happened in his family lately, and it's been hard for him."

"are you forgetting where you live? things happen in every family here. being smart is how you survive. if your friend can't do that..." she shrugs, continuing to sweep the coins into the opening of the sack. "then, that's not my problem."

"being a decent person helps in surviving in this place, too. being there for each other and our community. don't you care about that?"

her movements halt for a second, eyes flicking between you and the table. you nearly crack a grin and do a little rejoicing dance. bingo.

you add a sticky sweet tone to your voice, pleading and coaxing. you've heard she frequents babette's brothel, and if that's any indication about where her romantic interests lie, maybe you'll be able to woe her into complacency. "c'mon, I promise, he'll never gamble with you again, and if he does, take anything and keep it. but, please, just this one time, help him out, hm? do it for him, do it for your people."

her face, which was stoic only moments ago, shatters into a loud round of laughter, her palm smacking against her knee. "I gotta hand it to you, the 'for your people' thing was a nice touch." she stands up, and you try not to blink too hard at the sight of her towering over you. jesus, she's gigantic. no wonder people are scared shitless of her. no wonder you were scared shitless of her. "now, be honest. was the money yours? boyfriend left you and stole from the cookie jar? told you you had to come and get it back yourself?"

the more she talks, the more you get the sense that to her, this conversation is simply something to toy with, and just engage with as a playful little pastime. it only causes more anger to ooze within you, fiery and hot within your guts, like lava. this isn't a game. this is about people's lives, people's financial sustenance. she must earn a decent amount of time for her work for silco, and yet here she is, milking the people of zaun who don't know any better or who are too entrenched in their habits to put a stop to their gambling.

you want to make a jab at her that's as harsh as the blow to your ego was. it might risk you a limb, but you're praying the surprising amount of calm she's shown so far is a sign that your safety is secure. "you know what? I was stupid for coming here in the first place. to think one of silco's little servants would actually have a moral compass."

unfortunately, her irritatingly cool collection not only keeps your physical wellbeing in check, but does the complete opposite to your pride. for all she does is stare down at you, the long, blue scar seeping through her cheek curling as she chuckles, the noise husky and rough, like crushed velvet. "ouch. good one. anyone else might've gotten offended by that." her stormy eyes skip to your lips for a split second. "quite the mouth you have on you."

what the fuck is that supposed to mean? is that a pass or a genuine comment on your temper, which is very much flaring up? either way, you're determined to try harder to goad her. "yeah, well, I'm sure it has no impact on you, right? after all, you spend your days contributing to half the shit going down in this fucked up city."

her jaw suddenly clenches, mouth pressing together. you would've thought someone in this business would be a bit more discreet with the physical manifestations of their moods. but, sevika is like an open book, grey eyes wide, and eyebrows sunk down, her newfound disdain clear as day. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"the shimmer," you answer, squinting at her, praying the expression conveys how stupid you think she is. "your little boss has just tossed it to this city and watches the damages of it unfold without doing shit. wasn't his glorious plan to make this city a better place, not fuck us over even more?"

"the shimmer is helping," she retorts, her voice harder than before, lined with a firm pressure that had been absent in her prior teasing and casual dismissal. "we have something that topside could only wish for, something that gives us an advantage."

"an advantage?" you laugh bitterly. the injustice of it all, the agony you see your people in everyday -- it all floods your insides, wracking you from within. "it's been years since it's come about, and nothing has changed. piltover is still on top, and in addition to that, they have hextech." you make sure your eyes pointedly lock onto hers, hoping she feels every single fibre of your rage. "just admit it. you guys haven't done shit."

"and what exactly are you doing?" her voice is lowered to a heavy whisper, and you feel the noises surrounding you two melt away into a light, background buzz. the iciness of her voice feels almost worst than any other stupid tone she's taken since you started interacting.

"something you and your boss don't seem to be helping at all with." you give her a tight-lipped smile, your gums aching with how hard your teeth press in together, the disjointed shapes of them uncomfortable and crooked as they mash at the edges. "trying to survive."

her nostrils flare, her burning glare pulsing through the barrier of your skin and making your insides turn from the onslaught of anxiety that enters. god, will she unleash some goons on you now or something?

"sevika!"

you jerk at the sudden sound, whereas sevika simply blinks down at you, gaze unrelenting. "what?" she calls out.

uncomfortable at having her eyes still pointed at you, you turn to the voice, seeing a man with small, rectangular glasses hanging off his nose looking awfully mopey.

"you promised us another round," the guy wails, tossing his hands in the air.

you swallow hard at the silence that ensues, still feeling her stormy eyes hooked onto you. after a moment, she says, "maybe later."

the man's shoulders sag as he heaves a dramatic sigh, turning to who seems to be his friend, whimpering, "she's too busy with her date."

you grimace at the mistake, though the disgust you feel at it is fused with an irritation directed at the way your stomach spins at the word 'date.' you're not stupid -- sevika is, objectively, pretty attractive. hot, some people might say. but, jesus, she's a bitch too. and working with silco, which makes for a very unappealing combination.

"come on," she drawls out. you turn back to her, the anger from before now replaced with a wide smirk, one sharp eyebrow lifted up inquisitively. "I can't be all that bad, can I?"

you roll your eyes. this conversation has strayed too much as is, and you're not about to let it tiptoe off into flirtatious territory. "are you going to give my friend back his money or not?"

"hm," she ponders, and lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. you can immediately catch a whiff of the falsehood in the gesture, and tap your foot, waiting for her to just solidify your assumption. "no, I won't. but, do give him my regards."

you grunt, shaking your head. despite your expectancy of it, you can't help but feel a stone of disappointment sink through the waters of your body, falling to the bottom with more impact than you'd like. you shouldn't expect anything of her, there's no reason for you to feel disappointment. your expectations shouldn't have gotten this high in the first place. "of course. have a good day."

as you whirl around to leave, she grabs your forearm, callouses brushing against your skin. "hey, I just turned down a poker game for you."

"uh, yeah, and as a reward, you get a departure from me that doesn't include a kick to the shin." you snatch your arm from her grasp, trying to direct your thoughts to her shitty words as a desperate attempt to ignore the warmth in your stomach. "you're welcome."

with her snarky laugh ringing in your ears, you practically dash to the door, wanting to get out as soon as possible.

it's awful, but at the opening, something in you whispers for you to look back once more. it's okay -- it's reasonable, right? you barely frequent this place, anyone would want to catch one last glance at such a notorious woman in your city, no matter how degenerate and callous she is.

the only con to this is as soon as you find sight of her through your tentative search of the crowd, she's already staring back at you. at being caught, you internally cringe, the feeling only intensified by a tenfold when she tips her head at you with a grin.

ugh. never again.

two weeks later, you find a crisp envelope laying out on the mat outside your front door. in neat, cursive writing, it reads:

A thank you gift for the free business consultation. Do with it what you will. Whether you or someone else needs it. - S

[aizawapilled]

NSFW vanco/zaundads drabble under line

Vander grunted and stilled, his firm grasp on the underside of Silco’s thighs tightening ever so slightly, and Silco felt Vander’s balls as they rested against his ass. Silco panted, gasping for air as though he’d lived his entire life drowning, and having his best friend’s cock fully hilted in his ass was his first taste of oxygen. He was a mess. Not that Vander was much better, standing with his eyes pinched shut in concentration as he took measured breaths to regain his stamina.

Moments passed, and at some unknown point, Vander stopped panting. Silco didn’t notice a change until he felt Vander sliding one of his hands down to the flat part of Silco’s stomach beneath his belly button. Silco vaguely registered the warmth of his large hand as it rubbed circles over his lower stomach skin.

“Fuck, Sil…” Vander spoke with earnest astonishment, finally catching Silco’s attention.

Silco felt his face flush with embarrassment. “What?”He lifted himself to rest on his forearms, the table making an ominous creaking sound as he moved. Vander moved his hand, allowing Silco to see the slight bulge from Vander's cock on his lower stomach.

Silco’s eyes widened, a surge of warmth rushing to hid groin and causing his already painfully hard cock to jump against his stomach and drool precum onto his stomach skin. He clenched his ass, causing both him and Vander to hiss a sharp breath of air through clenched teeth.

After Silco had gotten a chance to take in the sight, Vander’s hand continued rubbing the spot, building up into a slight massage that Silco knew would have him writhing if Vander kept it up. Silco whined, slapping a hand over his eyes and turning his head. Vander was oblivious to Silco’s true plight, as the initial astonishment had turned to worrying about whether or not this was a serious injury on his friend’s body. He also felt stupid for making it such a big deal in his head. He didn’t know what to do or say to Silco, who at this point was beginning to squirm under Vander’s hand. Vander removed his hand and slowly looked up at Silco, hesitant to speak for fear of his worst suspicions being confirmed.

“Are you h-“

“I need you to fuck me.” Silco interrupted, finally moving his hand from his eyes to make eye contact with Vander. “Hard, please Vander”

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Breathe - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Vi goes against her old grudges.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

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The answers don't come.

All Vi knows is this: the longer she stands there, the more likely someone's going to find her. She needs to go. Right fucking now.

A heartbeat later, a body rolls up to the surface.

The warmason.

He is thrashing, clawing for the basin's rim. The moment his hands seize the ebony ledge, he tries to haul himself up and out. Then the water spumes red, and a half-throttled scream tears loose from his throat. Beneath the water line, more red bubbles thickly black. The warmason's eyes bulge; his face goes from puce to gray. His legs kick frenziedly. A hidden force drags him back under.

This time, there are no ripples. Only deathly stillness. The water is as black as an oil-slick.

A minute passes. Two. Vi's eyes track back and forth, but nothing emerges.

Now's your chance.

They've drowned each other. They're dead.

Get gone—before you are too.

Except Vi isn’t bolting for the exit. She is lunging for the pool.

She doesn't think. A single eyeblink, and her helmet's off, the gun tossed aside. She leaps over the edge of the basin, and straight in. The first hot shock of the water makes her gasp. She plunges through the red-tinged waves stirred by the struggling bodies. Her legs kick; her torso arrows down, down, down  

It's dark.

The blood in the water stings her eyes. The chemical undercurrent of Shimmer burns her nostrils. An aftertaste, fouler, lingers in her mouth. Three potential corpses and Janna-knows-what are emptied into the water, and Vi can't see a damn thing. She can only feel around blindly, lungs screaming, revulsion riding a rill of bubbles to the surface. 

Her fingers touch against something cold and hard. It's like getting bitten by an eel. Vi's first reflex is to jerk away, but she forces her arm to stay put. Her hand curls around a wrist. No way to know who it belongs to. Grabbing hold, she tugs. The weight drags her down. She tugs harder. There is a sensation of two bodies, latched together, but loosely. The heavier of the two is anchored to the bottom. One final tug, and Vi feels the resistance slacken. The second body—the lighter one—comes loose. She kicks upward.

Cresting to the pool's surface is like swallowing sweet wine after a mouthful of rot-gut. Vi's head breaks above the waterline, and she gulps breath after breath. In her arms, a body floats bonelessly. Silco, head lolling, face upturned. His good eyelid is crimped shut. The shark-eye kicks off an irradiated glow.

The after-kick of Shimmer, or a death-flare?

Vi has no idea.

Treading the water, she hooks her arms under his armpits and yanks him to the pool's edge. He is heavy; waterlogged, his body's density seems to have quadrupled. It's no small feat to haul him up and over the pool's slick marble ledge, but she manages.

Dragging him higher, she lays him out prone, the length of his body flat along the tiles.

He is bare-chested and shoeless. His trousers adhere to his legs, molded tight as clingfilm. His skin is the color of marble, and about the same temperature. The Bowie knife, his favorite murder weapon, is still gripped loosely in one fist.

Vi's fingers go to the pulse at his throat. She finds it racing: a whipsaw's tempo. There's a pallor to his face that resembles a hardboiled egg, the shell shucked, a stillborn chick inside.  His lips are flaky white, and his body is shivering violently, and there are bruises deepening everywhere. The nastiest is a livid mottle at the juncture of his collarbone and his sternum. Another, seeping blood, blotches his scarred temple.  

Vi doesn't want to consider the possibility of brain damage, or how much Shimmer-infused water he's quaffed, or what he was doing fighting a Noxian warmason.  She hopes to Janna nothing's hit his frontal lobe and robbed him of—what?

His ever-flapping mouth? His unparalleled gift for double-dealing? His unerring instinct to put a boot up her ass?

His old self.

Blut.

Vi's gut heaves. He's a bastard. A murderous, lying, backstabbing bastard. And he'd probably kill her, if their roles were reversed.

But no one deserves to drown.

Her hands, of their own volition, work the wet hair back from his brow. His skin is clammy like weeping cinderblock. The rest of him's nearly as leaden. With two fingers, she roots through his mouth for obstructions. Then, she pinches his nose shut, seals her lips over his, and breathes.

One breath. Two. She repeats the process.

Not a spasm or a twitch.

Vi's own breath jitters as adrenaline redlines. She can already see the night barreling toward the doomed fallout: Zaun's Chancellor, discovered dead in the hot-house. His murderer, caught in the act. Her fingerprints all over his cooling corpse. Sevika, the Council, Topside's cream and the Undercity's scum, all united in their desire to see her dead.

And Jinx.

Robbed of a sister, and a father, all in one blow.

Fuck.

Silco's good eye stays sealed shut. The bad one stares up from its web of scar tissue: a dead thing in a bed of calcified coral. His mouth on hers tastes of metal and brine. Vi is close enough that she can see the fine tracery of blood vessels branching below the translucent skin of his temples. The man who'd once taught her to sing The Wave-Soaked Maiden—and here she is, trying to pour air into his stoppered-up lungs.

Again, again, and again.

"Breathe." Her hands pump his sternum. "C’mon, you rat bastard. Breathe."

[kittyt-hexxed]

Bad Together

Sevika x Gang Leader!POC!Reader

*This is a scheduled post so it will not be linked on the main page immediately.*

Warning: Gang Leader! POC!Reader, Rivals to Lovers, Crazy Offer, You’re also a scary lady, Dom!Reader, Dom!Sevika, You’re equals, Sexual Tension, An idea inspired by Valentine’s Day, Taunting, Flirting hidden as threats, Throat Grabbing, reader dresses slutty, Cursing, horny from fist fighting your rival, Sevika womanhandles you, you get folded, Making Out, Sevika bites your tongue

Summary: You and Sevika have been rivals since you were in high school. That only worsened when you both became gang leaders and tensions rose when Sevika became Silco’s right hand. You were scary, but Sevika was scarier… you had an offer for her - what if you combined forces?

You knew this idea could blow up in your face in more ways than one. But, you wouldn’t have ended up in your position if you didn’t go for things that came with a substantial risk. If you were honest with yourself, this would be the riskiest out of all of them. One wrong move could find you losing your gang, your cred, your reputation, and your identity. In these fissures that was worse than death. You’d become a laughing stock or worse. That thought put a sour taste in your mouth that you wanted to spit out.

The Silver Dagger’s territory wasn’t hard to find. It covered the best parts of the Undercity which included the expensive side of the Red Light District. Your business involved the boss herself, so you were headed into the snake’s den. Contrary to belief, the Silver Dagger’s did not operate out of The Last Drop. That’s where Silco kept them for easy access, but they spent most of their time in an old townhouse they had completely renovated. You’d been there before - once, a long time ago. It was a day you didn’t know whether or not to look back on fondly or with disgust.

As you approach the townhouse, two guys playing blackjack at the gate stand up when they see you. One of them pulls out a gun while the other steps forward with a hand outstretched. The other people loitering around the area don’t even pretend they’re not paying attention. They blatantly stare at you, watching as you reach for your weapon and pull it from its holster.

“A bat?” The one with a gun snickers. You look at him and twist both parts of the handle away from each other. There is a click and nine-inch spikes pop out along the body.

“Do you want a demonstration?” You raise an eyebrow. The guy pales.

“Hand it over. You can’t go in with it or any other weapons you have on your body.” The other guy says, giving you a look-over as you retract the spikes.

“That’s all. I’m not stupid enough to walk into Sevika’s territory with more than necessary. I don’t have a death wish.” You scoff. “Can I go in now?”

“What about there?” He motions to your crotch. You glance down and realize your leather shorts make the bulge of your strap more prominent.

“I’m packing, but not a weapon.” You flash a smirk.

“You’d be surprised how many people still try to sneak in weapons there, too.” He exhales, crossing his arms. “Just have to be through. Head on in.” The door swings open and a third, larger guy stares down at you with an annoyed scowl. You raise an eyebrow at him, too. You knew a lot of the people who fell in with Sevika tended to be quite interesting. She was very picky with whom she accepted into her gang. They had to be smart, resourceful, and loyal. Not much unlike your criteria except you liked to accept the ones with a bit more personality.

You were guided through the hallway until you reached what used to be the living room. You recognized the people lounging on the couches as Sevika’s inner circle. It was rare for her to be somewhere without them. They stuck to her like glue unless she was out on an errand for Silco. You wondered if she ever cared that they did that. You didn’t when it came to your circle. If you needed to tell them to leave you alone, they were more than likely to oblige.

“When I was told the Puppeteer wanted a word with me, I thought you’d be on death’s door… but you don’t look half-dead to me, Y/n.” Sevika’s voice sends a thrill up your spine. You look up to see her leaning against the second-floor railing. It’s been some time since you’ve seen her instead of hearing the gossip about her. The smirk that crosses your face at the sight of your target is positively feral.

“I’m sure seeing me bloody and bruised would give you a hard-on, Sevika.” You respond, taking a step forward, “But I didn’t come here for you to get off.”

“Pity. I was looking forward to something to celebrate.” She says, then motions to the stairs, “Come up. Third door to your right.” She turns and moves out of your sight, likely into the room she just told you about. Grinning to yourself, you head up the stairs with a newfound pep to your step. Oh, she was a sight to behold. ‘How long has it been? Ten years? At least sometime before Silco took over.’ She’d cut her hair and put on more muscle than you remember. She was taller, too.

You swing the door open to see a decently sized office. It was decorated in the way you expected it to be - covered in trophies. There were items or weapons from other gangs hanging from the walls or displayed on shelves. What shows the gap between you and her are the items from Piltover. The sheer number of them showed Sevika’s strength as a leader and her cunning to have them in the first place. You couldn’t help but feel slightly awed by the sight. You have a few of your own but she had to have dozens. This is what it meant to be number one in the Undercity.

“So, what does the famous Puppeteer want with me?” Sevika asks, leaning back in her chair. You could tell it was custom-made, glossy with the telltale sign of being cared for with a linseed oil tincture. ‘I wonder how cocky she’d be if she was the one being fucked in that chair.’

“Me? Famous? You must be thinking of yourself.” You scoff, sitting down and resting your ankle on your knee. You make a show of checking her out, slowly dragging your eyes over her body. “From all the talk I’ve heard about you, I’d expected to find that you’d turned into an Oni. Color me disappointed to see that you’re normal.”

“An Oni?” Sevika snorts, “That’s a new one. Are you sure you didn’t make that one up?”

“A normal person can’t tank a fucking explosion and only get out missing an arm.” You point to the cloak hiding her metal arm. “And, I didn’t make it up. You’re not that lucky to have been on my mind all these years.”

“I could say the same.” She responds and the two of you intensely stare at each other trying to spot a glimpse of a lie. ‘Always so annoyingly attractive. Her makeup is always done so nicely. It used to piss me off that when it was smudged after a fight she still looked hot.’

“Anyway,” You direct the topic to where you want it, “I’m here to make you an offer that you won’t be able to refuse.”

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “And what delusional thought have you brought to me?”

“Get in a relationship with me,” You start, taking note that Sevika’s eyes widen, “and we can run the Undercity together.”

“You walk into my territory after years of not seeing each other to say… that?” She spits out the word as if it refused to leave her tongue. “You’re being serious? This isn’t some stupid joke because it’s Valentine’s Day?”

“I’m serious.” You nod, smirking. She’s clearly startled by what you said and it makes you gleeful to be able to knock her emotionless mask. “Let’s be honest, we can’t stand each other. You and I go together like gasoline and fire to a fucking explosion,” Her jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as you continue to talk. You knew that expression too well. One she’d give you over and over again while you were in school and competing for top dog. The one that made your rivalry all the sweeter. “but I know you better than anyone else. You’re a fucking powerhouse on your own. Imagine what we can do together.”

“You’ve been so horny for me that your fantasies have convinced you I want you in real life.” Sevika says bluntly, “You should take my spot at Babette’s for the day. Consider it a gesture of goodwill.”

“Why would I go to a brothel when I want to touch you, Sevika?” You purr, reaching out to caress her shoulder. She grabs your wrist, constricting her grip tight enough for the bones in your wrist to creak.

“What makes you think you can touch me, Y/n?” Her voice comes out low in a warning. You grin at her, your heart pounding harder with adrenaline as she glares at you with wild eyes. She didn’t scare you. She never did. Watching Sevika slip into her authoritative mode brought you nothing but a thrill. That’s what she was for you—a thrill.

“I’m the only one who has touched you.” You retort. A moment passes and she lets you go. You glance down at your wrist. There was nothing there but you knew there would be a bruise eventually.

“You’re wasting my time with this shit.” She deflects, taking a cigarillo out of a wooden box. “That’s nothing new with you though. You’ve always liked to waste my precious time.” You roll your eyes and stand up. She follows you with her eyes, tucking the cigarillo between her lips as you walk around her desk. You grip the back of her chair and push it away from the desk, taking up the space between the two. You lean against the desk, crossing your arms as you give her a disapproving stare. She looks up at you, trying to show that she’s disinterested in what you’re saying but the stormy look in her eyes says differently.

“While you continue running errands for Mr.Pink Eye over there, you will be left in my dust, Sevika. And I know how much you hate that. I’ll be number one in the Undercity and you’ll be racing to catch up to me.” You taunt her.

“If that’s what you want to believe.” She chuckles, flicking the lighter in her hand open. A soft green flame flares to life. She lights her cigarillo and you watch as she inhales, exhaling the smoke through her nose.

“Believe? I already see it.” You take the cigarillo from her lips, extinguishing it between your fingers, “You’ll fail without me. But, go ahead and continue being Silco’s bitch, all you have left to do is bark.”

Sevika’s metal fist connects with your stomach and you hunch over gasping for breath. She grabs your hair and throws you into the wall, your shoulder taking the brunt of the hit. You’re quick to shake off the stun and dodge out of the way from her next attack, bringing your leg up to kick her in the side and launch her away from you. She stumbles and you lunge at her, landing a punch across her jaw. A gleeful laugh leaves your lips as you and Sevika brawl around the office. She had a permanent smirk on her face and she laughed as you narrowly dodged her sword slash. The weapons around the office were used and Sevika had to roll out of the way when you got your hand on a mace. She got a good hit to your leg that knocked you off balance and you staggered but caught yourself in time. You wipe the blood off your arm, wearily eying that metal arm of hers. You’d heard people talking about it, but to fight her with it was a whole different process. You were bruised and bleeding but you were having a lot of fun. Sevika was standing in front of the door breathing heavily and wiping blood from a cut on her face. It was a delicious sight to see.

“Is that all you’ve got? I’m still standing.” You taunt her, gesturing to your body. Sevika looks at you silently, standing up straight as she catches her breath. “Well?” You continue. Her hand is closing around your throat before you can blink. A grunt is forced from you as you’re slammed onto the desk. Your hips are pressed into the wood, pinned in place by Sevika’s as she leans over you. A shiver goes through you as you realize she’s furious with you. Eyes of molten metal glaring down at you as if she wants you to burst into flames.

“It’s funny how you call me a bitch, but you’ve been barking at me since you’ve walked in here. If anyone is a bitch, it’s you.” Sevika says lowly, her face inches away from yours. “My bitch.” You can feel her strap pressing up against yours, forcing the base of it to your body and sending a tingling feeling through your clit.

“Prove it.” You smirk, purposefully pushing back with your hips.

“You’re so fucking frustrating.” She exhales sharply. You reach up and wrap your hand around her throat, pulling her face closer to hers.

“I said prove it, Sev.” You goad her with the nickname you gave her. She hated any form of nickname for her name. It was Sevika or nothing. So naturally you didn’t listen to that.

“If you insist, Y/n/n.” She responds with the nickname she had given you. Your eyebrow twitches. You make a noise in the back of your throat as she lifts you off of the desk by your throat. You let go of her neck to grab at her wrist. You don’t have to look to know that your feet are nowhere near the ground. Her lips curve up into a wicked smirk before the world around you blurs. You cry out in pain as your back is slammed against what you assume to be the desk once more. Her hand vanishes from your throat and the next thing you know she’s kissing you.

Sevika’s arms hold your legs to her body and you can feel her strap press against you due to the position you’re in. You feel yourself blush as she leans down, her hair brushing against your cheeks before her lips touch yours. Like your fight moments before, your kiss is anything but gentle. You’re rough, trying to be the one in charge and take the lead. Sevika’s tongue is in your mouth and you’re enjoying it until you want to put yours in hers. It takes a bit but you’re successful and get a low moan from her. You can’t help but feel smug about it, and almost as if she knows that Sevika bites your tongue. You yelp and jerk away from her, breaking the kiss and glaring at her.

“Seriously? You bit me?”

“Don’t be so smug about it.” Sevika shrugs. “You’re not in the position to be.”

“Would you like a redo of what happened the last time I was here? Then I will be.”

“If you call me your girlfriend in front of anyone, I’ll run you through with my sword.” She ignores what you said in favor of addressing the offer you made her.

“We’re partners. Nothing more. Nothing less.” You tuck your arms under your head, “I told you you wouldn’t be able to refuse my offer.” You smirk up at her.

“Shut the fuck up before I shove my dick in your mouth.” She says seriously.

[goddessofroyalty]

Nsfw anon here!! Thank you 💜

Now, considering Vander is so big and Silco is so thin, do you think that when they get going, Silco's stomach could... bulge?

Being dicked so hard you can see the outline of you bae inside of you

I mean that's half the appeal of the pairing isn't it? That belly bulge potential.

I do think it's the kind of thing where it doesn't necessarily happen all the time for them (has to be the right angle/position/etc). But it is definitively something that's possible with them. And they both absolutely get off on because they enjoy their size difference (both in terms of Silco enjoys that Vander is so big and Vander loves how tiny Silco feels in comparison to him).

[roseamongroses]

with strange tenderness ch: 3/7

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting /Alternate Universe - Small Town /Artist Mel Medarda/ Muse! Sevika /Court Mandated Found Family/ Sevika Does Not Get Paid Enough (Arcane: League of Legends)/ Retired! Sevika/ Parental Death/ Past Traumatic Events/ Past Violence & Stalking/ Mild Sexual Content/ Dog/Cat Dynamic/ Canon-Typical Exploitation of the Working Class/ no beta we die like Silco/ Vitiligo! Mel/ repeated silco slander/ Hurt/Comfort/ Past Child Abuse/ Past Neglect/ Domestic Fluff

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[1]/[2]/[3]

ao3

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Sevika spat out her toothpaste, running the water in the sink. She wet her hand, threading it through her hair a couple times— mulling over where she put her hair-oil.

Behind her she heard a low, scraping sound and grunting. A giant, ceramic frog was slowly, but surely pushed into the bathroom by Isha.

Jinx thrifted it a few weeks ago. It was weathered, with peeling paint and stickers decorating it's head, just barely reaching the girl’s hip.

Climbing on top of it, Isha struggled to stay upright, rapidly blinking away her remaining grogginess. Sevika stepped behind her, eyeing the wild curls, mossy-brown with patches of blue from the wax dye she used last week.

“Mornin’ kid,” Sevika greets, thick with sleep as her hand tousled their hair.

Isha raised a flat hand, touching her chin before dropping it to the crook of her forearm—sloppily signing it back.

Sevika picked up the chewed-up looking comb by the sink—most of the counter was cluttered, every flat surface bulging with hair, skin, and makeup products. For fucks-sake there was a wrench.

She combed through the ends of Isha’s hair, methodically working out the tangles. The girl fidgeted on the frog as she worked, occasionally slipping as she continued to lose the fight to sleep. She supported herself against the counter, Sevika steadying her with her other arm, careful not to pinch.

Hair successfully combed, Sevika twirled the comb in her hand absent-mindedly, “Pigtails right?” she asked.

Isha’s nose scrunched, lips pulling as she shook her head.

“What—you too grown for pigtails now?” Sevika teased with a low chuckle, ruffling her hair.

Isha batted away her hands—rapid fire signing, like a puttering little train.

“Pretty sure your hair’s too short for that, kid.”

Isha squinted at her, mouth pinched.

“Okay, okay,” Sevika mumbled, hands fumbling to braid her little scoops of hair into twin braids the best she could, tying off each with yellow ties.

Isha beamed into the mirror. She raised a flat hand to her mouth before she scrambled out of the bathroom, her feet pattering softly against the floors as she ran down the hall to Jinx’s room.

-

“Mornin’,” Sevika fought back a yawn.

Isha squeezed past her, slapping a piece of paper on the bathroom counter and sending several containers of glitter clattering into the sink.

Picking the paper up, Sevika turned it over, squinting at the doodles. She turned it upside down—purple squiggles shooting out of a smiley-face, a rainbow, a disturbingly realistic moon in the corner.

A…mohawk?

Isha fidgeted, nearly slipping off the frog as she clasped her hands together, puppy-dog eyes ballooning.

Shrugging, Sevika set aside the paper. She managed to open one of the bathroom drawers, picking out a bottle of gel.

-

Sevika yawned, rolling her shoulder.

She spent all night helping Jinx with her science project—some diorama of the inside of a human brain. It was painfully last minute, the result of procrastination and Jinx forgetting to take her meds this week, but it was done.

She froze mid stretch, eyes following a trail of hair leading to the open bathroom.

Sevika fought off another yawn, shuffling towards the light and bracing herself for the worst.

-

“Mornin’ ‘vika-baby—“

Sevika groaned, face burying into her pillow at the voice. Low, throaty, and goddamn annoying.

Why did she think this was a good idea, again?

Sevika was at the gym, cooling off before her next set. She saw—That Woman, ugh—then.

She blames the pony-tail. Auburn faux-locs that swung behind her as she jogged on the treadmill. Face narrowed in concentration, lips shiny with gloss and nails freshly done. She was so blissfully quiet that Sevika forgot why they broke up—then stopped hooking up.

Hearing her voice now she remembers clearly, skin crawling with disgust.

“What—?“ The bed creaked, clothes rustling, “Not happy to see me now?” she asks, coy.

Sevika managed a muffled, “Fuck off.”

That Woman—barked out a laugh, “Aw, ‘vika-baby you never change."

Sevika turned over, back to her,“—Get out.”

The Woman —laughed again, again, and again—those short, hiccupping giggles setting Sevika on edge. She never took shit seriously, “What time are you picking me up tonight?” she asked.

“Does Babette know you’re back in town, yet?” Sevika says with a thinly veiled threat.

“…Damn, okay,” That Woman—muttered, defensive, “Ain’t that fuckin’ serious, sensitive-ass bitch,“ the door slammed soon after.

Sevika dragged a hand across her face.

—Fuckin’ stupid.

At least it was a day the girls weren’t home. Jinx was at her sister’s place while Isha was at a sleepover at their neighbor’s — Opal, a severe-faced woman with a sweet tooth.

Opal had custody of her younger sisters—triplets, then later twins, then a fresh-faced singlet baby. She was always there to let Sevika know when she was fucking up. When she was too lax, not lax enough, sometimes it felt like Sevika was being fucking parented at this rate.

They were a part of the same parent group—a blessing, especially those first few months. Sevika was swimming in paperwork, fending off reporters, dealing with ‘loose ends’. She was wiping bloody noses, trying to register the kids in a public school, find doctors, therapists.

Sevika seriously wonders if Silco was high off his own product when it was decided she would be the best choice to take on his wards.

At the time, she had no clue on how to take care of a teenager and a little girl. She had no siblings and was too mean-mouthed to even think about babysitting anyone else’s kids.

At most she turned her Dad over when he passed out in the hall to make sure the bastard didn’t choke on vomit. She raised herself in a way—did a shit job of it, all things considered.

Today, Opal dropped Isha off at school. They usually rotated morning-drop offs since it was fucking violent to require school to start that early everyday.

So Sevika was free until afternoon to contemplate her life choices.

A while later Sevika’s phone buzzed and she sighed. She blindly palmed at it while squinting at the light.

Her stomach dropped.

She pushed herself out of the bed, feet snagging on the blankets as she rushed to get dressed.

-

It was the longest month of her fucking life.

All it took was one day--one call, for everything to go to shit. Isha’s school nurse called about her being sick, which was the biggest understatement she’s ever encountered. The girl couldn’t take two steps without kneeling over and expelling some-sort of liquid.

Not cool, not fine, but manageable. Sevika took Isha home, let her rest, took her to the doctor and everything should’ve been settled. In a few days Isha was doing fucking cartwheels again.

Then she went back to school.

And all that shit started all over again--and again--and again. It seemed like every other day she was getting sick and the administrators at that bitch-fest of a fucking school were only worried about her absences.

They scheduled a conference and everything--bold motherfuckers. Then were suprised that Sevika tore them a new one. She didn’t have any proof, she sure as hell didn’t have any expertise, but she had a gut feeling. Something reeks at that school and she was going to follow that trail.

If she could reach into Silco’s grave and throttle him, she would. Sending them back to Zaun when any other school district would’ve been better--ugh.

It had been another long night at the hospital, Isha’s condition had finally improved enough for her to finally go home and get some rest.

But that itch, that stink, it kept Sevika up.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hours sitting in that too-small chair, teeth grinding as she watched Isha curled up in the hospital bed, terribly pale and all too small. Jinx curled around her, exhausted after sending herself into another panic.

Sevika stewed. In the hospital, in the car ride home, even as she tossed both of the girls over her shoulders and tucked them into bed.

In the dark of the living room, her mind flitted between everything and yet nothing at all. She was torn between throttling the first person she sees, trying to figure out what to make for dinner that wouldn’t upset Isha’s stomach, and-

A quiet knock at the door startled her mess of a mind.

A moment passed, Sevika hadn’t moved yet, uncertain. Another knock followed, a bit more hesitant.

Sevika rose from the couch, feet heavy. She tore open the door, a snarl on her lips as it swung open, “Wha-” she blanched, anger faltering, “...Mel?”

Mel looked equally put off. Face mask pulled under her chin--she was wide eyed, face fresh and bright in the sputtering light of the dingy, apartment hallway. In one hand she clutched a plastic bag, in the other she held her phone, “Thank’s El, I’m good for now,” she says, before hanging up.

Sevika frowned a bit, scratching the back of her neck, “It’s late.” she says in lieu of a greeting. Mind stirring once more, for something else entirely.

“I know,” Mel said, looking off, “I tried to contact you earlier, but you were…occupied,”

Right. Hospital.

Sevika’s frown deepened at the reminder, arms folding as she leaned against the doorway, “Why?” She had already rescheduled their sessions this week, there was no need for that.

Mel’s brow furrowed, “…I wanted to see how you all were doing,” she said, then adds, “How’s Isha’s condition?”

That- “She’s fine, ” Sevika's eyes narrowed. She never told Mel why she had to reschedule so why did she-

“I got a call from a young lady earlier today, Jinx I believe? “ Mel explains gently, “She asked if I could come by and…help you.”

“Help,” Sevika echoed, word a bit too… clean on her tounge, ”Is that what she said?” she asks, skeptical.

Jinx was in-fact nosy enough to pull off a stunt like this, but whatever she told Mel, it most definitely wasn’t that tame.

“Yes, that’s what she said,” Mel said, lying through her exceedingly proper teeth.

“Uhuh,” Sevika ran a hand through her hair, “And you…listened to her?” she said, thinking aloud, trying to wrap her head around whatever--this-- was, then realizing, “You left the house.”

“-Yes?” Mel confirmed, a bit confused.

“You left the house…to visit me?” Sevika repeated, slow.

“Why is that so strange?” Mel said, gloved hands fidgeting with her phone, “We’re…acquainted, aren’t we? I brought food and-”

Sevika knew the woman was down-playing her ‘condition’.

Mel had good days. Bright, teasing, like she could command the whole room without batting an eye. She had bad days. Withdrawn, still polite, always polite, but painstakingly professional. She had days where she couldn’t even be bothered to open the door at all--only a text to reschedule.

So this was in fact--strange.

She was here. She could’ve left a voice-mail, she could’ve had the food delivered, but she was here.

“We'll take the food,” Sevika said, cutting her off and stepping aside, “And…the company if you don’t mind.”

Mel’s face softened, giving her a small smile, “Of course I don’t.

-

Mel sat the take-out bag on the counter overlooking the kitchen, eyes darting around the apartment curious, before landing on Sevika, “Have you gotten a chance to shower, yet?” she asked.

Sevika raised her arm, sniffing her pits, “You sayin’ I stink?”

“I’d never say that,” Mel said, giving a pointed look.

Point taken, a few slick comments muttered, Sevika disappeared down the hall. She pulled off her shirt long before she stepped into the bathroom.

She let the steam and heat take her frustrations, scrubbing quick and hard. A single-minded focus that was made all that sharper by the reminder of who’ll be waiting. Forever patient, so…

Sevika turned off the water, eyes closed as she pressed her forehead against the tile, breath measured.

She let slivers of water drip, that lingering heat fading as clarity crept in. An undeniable truth took root in the midst of the dissonance, she tucked it away, quick.

By the time she stepped out out the bathroom, the busy-body was hard at work. Dishes clinking, apartment smelling fresh of hot water and soap--the candle flickering on the counter.

Mel hummed as she moved about the kitchen, a sway in her step.

Towel hanging around her neck, Sevika leaned back against the counter, “So you don’t cook, but you do clean?”

Mel didn’t jump, tossing a smile over her shoulder, “I’m a woman of many talents, cooking isn’t one of them,” she replied easily, “I left the girl’s food in the microwave, yours is by the stove.”

Sevika considered the bowl, walking past it as she slipped behind them. Mel’s breath hitched as she leaned into their space, blocking her in. Sevika turned off the water, hand lingering over Mel’s gloves hands, which had stilled at her intrusion.

Mel’s eyebrow twitched, chin raising as she partially turned, “I’m not done yet.” she says, hips pressing back as she moved, that scant space shrinking a little more.

Sevika didn’t budge, “We can finish the rest later,” she said, voice low, coaxing, ,“No point in doing them now if we’re still eating.”

Mel considered this, setting down the dish and sponge, “Are you going to let me go, then?”

“I’m thinking about it,” Sevika chuckled, stepping away all at once.

She picked up the bowl, broth thick, extra meat topping it off with care. She spooned at it greedily, tongue scalding as she heaved back onto the couch, joints creaking.

A little while later, Mel followed. Pocky hung from her mouth, a bowl of miso soup in hand. She picked around the space, careful to not trip over the random junk—stacks of books, toys that were cobbled together to create strange creations, piles of shoes with no matching pair in sight.

Mel stopped short of the couch, eyeing how much room was left. The couch was already pretty small, but Sevika, like always, was stretched out, legs relaxed and wide, arm hanging over the back.

Mel finished her pocky, raising her eyebrows expectantly and moving so her hips blocked the T.V.

Sevika swallowed another mouthful, bowl cleared. Playing dumb, she set her bowl aside and patted the swell of her thigh, inviting, mouth twitching.

Mel rolled her eyes, “You’re funny,” she said, setting down her bowl and squeezing into the space beside them, soft and toned thighs flushed together. She pushed their leg aside to make more room. It was still a tight squeeze and Sevika was quite content not moving.

Mulling it over, Mel decided to play along. She turned in the seat, back to the arm of the couch, legs swinging into Sevika’s lap, making herself comfortable. Bowl deposited in her lap, she blew lightly on her spoonful, casting a glance up—a challenge.

Sevika wisely didn’t comment on her cushion of choice, prosthetic settled behind Mel’s head, other hand flipping through the channels on the remote.

“Did the hospital figure out what was wrong, yet?”

“They did more tests this time, we should get word in a few weeks,” Sevika explained, mouth tense, before she adds, “I think it’s that damn school.”

Mel studied her, slowly sipping her soup—waiting.

“I know it’s that fuckin’ school,” Sevika corrected, “Don’t have any proof yet," she sighed, setting down the remote, fingers itching, ”I’ve met with a few of the admins already, but they’ve been dodging my calls lately,” she then she hotly muttered, “Whole office actin’ like I’mma kick their ass,”

Mel’s next spoonful paused at her lips, “Surely that’s not the case at all,” she murmured.

Sevika gave a too sharp smile, “I only wanna talk.“

“Mhm.”

A snort, then, “Like you haven’t popped someone before?” Sevika said, not expecting an answer.

Mel pursed her lips, looking off.

Sevika turned her head, surprised, “Shit, really? You?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Mel sighed, head leaning against the couch cushions, “My mother would make my brother and I fight…each other, ” she explains, bitterly adding, “She called it training, but she only wanted to toughen me up.”

“—Did it work?”

Mel sent her a look, “What do you think?”

Soft—that’s the word that always came to mind looking at her.

Curled up on the couch in that white mohair sweater, a delicate gold and pearl necklace, and frilly socks. Callous free hands that never pressed too hard, but nails that teased a sharper touch.

Mel was competent enough that Sevika was sure she had no issue learning how to fight. But that didn’t necessarily mean it suited them.

Then again—it would be a beautiful sight.

“You could take…Isha in a fight,” Sevika settled on.

“Didn't she bite someone last month?”

“Her teeth grazed him,” Sevika corrected, “Didn’t even draw blood.”

“Right, of course,” Mel said, hand covering her mouth.

-

Sevika had a bad habit.

That pretty little mouth, scowled up at her, “We have to wash up,” Mel said, bowls stacked in one hand, fist planted on her hip.

“Do we?” Sevika asked, back to the sink. Her arms were planted on either side, blocking Mel off easily.

She couldn't help but play with her food.

“Yes, we do,” Mel insisted, slinking towards her, eyes narrowed.

“I already showered, but I guess I could joi-“

“—The dishes.”

“What about them?”

Mel inhaled, smoothing her expression and setting aside the bowls. She stepped into Sevika's space smelling bright and lovely. Her palms pressed over Sevika’s own, cool metal and skin on skin, only the quiet breaths between them “Sevika,” she said, leveling a stare.

Sevika evenly met her stare, her attention thoroughly captured. While she always enjoyed the view from the back, she didn’t mind this either.

“Let me help you,” Mel said, slowly, light catching the shine of her lips.

“I asked for your company, not your help.”

That—caught Mel off guard. That thoughtful gaze flickering as she considered this.

Mel stepped neatly away, but her hand still rested on Sevika’s, “You need a trim—“ she said, tugging it lightly.

Sevika blinked, “What—“

-

Mel leaned down, one hand settling on Sevika’s shoulder while the other threaded through her hair. She scrutinized it, the ends hitting Sevika's shoulders, uneven and thin, “Did you want to keep the length or go shorter?” she asked, eyes meeting in the mirror.

Sevika sighed, “Whatever looks best,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on the stool. Like everything in the apartment, the bathroom was a small, her knees brushing against the counter.

Mel rolled up her sleeves, “I can do whatever I want?” she mused out loud, which--that wasn’t what Sevika said.

Feeling those hands absentmindedly play with her hair, Sevika decided she didn’t care. She zoned out, the sensations lulling--gentle tugs of the comb through her hair, light snips of the scissors, deft hands rubbing oils into her scalp.

“This reminds me a bit of when I was younger,” Mel’s voice drifted over her, “Wash day was the only time my Mother and I would get along,” she said, reaching for the clippers, hand tilting Sevika’s head ever-so slightly for a better angle, “I was always a bit tender-headed and she hated crying. It was the only time she was ever gentle with me,” she said, evening the sides around her ears, a rhythmic buzz filling the subdued air.

Mel finished up soon after. Her hand indulgently running through Sevika’s hair again, nails dragging pleasantly against her scalp, “Do you like it?”

“...Mhm.”

Sevika’s eyes were comfortably closed as she leaned closer.

Mel’s lips quirked, “You’re not even looking-?” she notes, hand still moving, “Do you like it?” she asked again.

Sevika tilted her head back, sharply trimmed hair falling. She leaned onto Mel’s shoulder, snug against her body, “I like it just fine,” she said, dark eyes caught in that space between, “I like it a lot, ” Sevika repeated, words slow, deliberate, yet terribly vague, “Can’t get enough of it.”

That hand stilled, Mel looking down at her a bit lost.

“...Wh-” It was then, Sevika decided to let her full weight settle against her, “Wait- wait, Sevika,” Mel complained, pushing at her head, only to be smooshed further. She half-heartedly struggled to get away, body pinned between Sevika's back and the wall, “My--my Gods, you're so--move you-”

-

Jinx yawned, joints popping as she stretched. Bleary eyes squinted in the dim light of the living room before a smile split across her face.

Nearby, Majesty slept on the arm of the couch. Two mugs sat at the coffee table. T.V flickering, volume turned down low. Nice, white winter boots were tucked neatly by the door, an equally expensive looking coat hung on the coat rack. And, the most damning evidence of all-

Sevika paused mid-gesture, hand lingering on the face of the woman curled on top of her. Their head was tucked under her chin, legs tangled as she soundly slept. Sevika looked more-so well rested, if not a little dazed.

Noticing the intruder, Sevika scowled, mouthing, “Not. A. Word.” at the teenager.

Jinx mimed zipping her mouth.

She turned on her heel to go rummage through the kitchen, only one thought in mind, 'Someone finally got that stick out her ass.'

[missygoesmeow]

Late Night Silco 👀

this is a reader fic where reader has to stay late and make drinks while Silco is in a meeting with other barons. he uses reader as a footrest. it’s a horny fic lmao.

Silco is a massive arsehat. excerpt under the cut!

“You’re embarrassing me in front of all my friends, pet,” he says, his voice stern. “On your hands and knees, I said, like a good girl.”

You’re not sure if it’s his words, the way he says them or the look on his face—perhaps it’s all three—but without thinking you’re sinking to the ground. When you’re down there, you keep your legs closed as tightly as you can, very aware of the men sitting behind you. You look up at Silco and the delighted yet feral look on his face has you squeezing your legs even tighter.

After he takes another sip of his whiskey, he crooks a finger at you. It’s obvious he wants you to crawl toward him, and so you do. On trembling limbs you crawl until your between his spread legs, your face is merely a few inches from his groin and you can’t help but stare. His lap is mostly covered by his long jacket but you can see the way it bulges underneath the fabric. You swallow and look up at him.

He raises a brow and says, “Now you’ve gotten my drink, I need something to rest my feet on.”

[bobbin-buckley]

Hi! Could you maybe write G!p Sevika x fem!reader? They are married and Sevika gets home from a fight beat up and wants sex, they are in the middle of it when Jinx and Isha arrive. (Isha being like a child of Sevika and reader)

Thank youu

After Fight Shenanigans

G!P Sevika x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sevika comes home after a bar fight, leaving her angry, beaten and needy. Though you weren’t planning guests

Warnings: G!P Sevika, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, getting caught, Sevika is beaten up, pet names (slut, whore etc), some oral, tit-fucking, Mommy kink, slight slapping, Season 2 spoilers

Request

A/n: This is kinda my first time writing g!p so I apologize if it’s bad

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“Pity, can't even defend myself from two guys!”

Sevika, your wife came home pretty early from her bar night. Originally she planned to be there until god knows how late, you trusted her though, she usually judge has a couple of drinks and smokes before heading back home with some bruised knuckles and a black eye. But in this case it was a whole broken nose!

Now normally you’d scold her and tell her to stop causing fights, and sometimes she’d listen. Tonight was different because she was mad, like the most mad you’ve ever seen her.

It was a different kind of mad though, you could see the irritation but also need in those grey eyes, recognizing that look from anywhere.

“…Doll..” She spoke ever so calmly despite her anger, her fury. She was soft when it came to you, to a surprise to a lot of people. Jinx teased her all the time, acting like Sevika whenever she’s being a softie to you in front of Jinx.

Since Sevika’s weaponized arm that she wears everywhere wasn’t on her during her bar night because it was being fixed by Jinx. So she had nothing much to defend herself besides her right arm instead.

She was also pretty irritated about how weak she feels in front of you, Sevika enjoys showing off to you to a surprise.

“..Hm?” Your gaze went to her eyes as you but stuff to help her hurt nose, your light touches making her shift.

“I need you right now…” she rasped, her right hand resting on your thigh that made your breath hitch.

“You’re hurt…” Sevika rolled her eyes, squeezing your thigh before m releasing a little. “I don’t care, it’s just my nose,” she argued.

It wasn’t that her injuries worried you, it was the thought of having sex for the first time in awhile. Before you barely had anytime because of Piltover’s attacks, dealing with Silco and Jinx’s father-daughter drama…and Jinx and her sisters stuff. You both just never had time then.

“Okay…I missed you anyways, I think we both really need it.” You smiled, leaning up a bit and Sevika leaned down.

“I’ve missed it too, Doll.” She kissed you roughly, making you moan a bit into her mouth. She wasn’t gonna play nice tonight, you both knew that. The tension was high and both of you were so horny.

“Cmon baby,” Sevika took you to the bed you both shared and threw you on it and the bed squeaked a bit.

Her hands grabbed at your clothed breasts, kneading them softly but roughly. “Fuck I wanna suck these tits..” you feel your blouse get practically ripped open, your lacy bra underneath (that Sevika had stolen from a shop in Piltover).

“..mmmhh…” she heard you moan and groped your breasts harder, pinching your nipples and lowering her head and sucking on the erect buds. “..more baby please..”

“More? What do you need baby?” “Fuck my tits.” She grinned at your sudden blurt out. “Gladly.”

She took off her shirt, exposing her own big breasts behind a black sports bra, and tugged down her pants to reveal some tight boxers with a bulge straining against them.

Your eyes couldn’t leave it, your hands reaching out for the hem over the boxers but she smacked your hands away. “I got it my doll don’t worry.”

Sevika pulled down her boxers, her big erect dick being revealed. Jesus you forgot how big she was, now you are beginning to realizing how much you truly missed her inside you.

“Push your breasts together baby,” Sevika straddled your lower abdomen with her cock in her hand as she pumped it slowly.

You did as she asked and pushed your breasts together, letting her continue and push her member between them. “…mmm’ fuck your breasts are so soft.” Her hips moved and her cock moved slowly between your tits, her slick pre-cum dripping on your chest down your cleavage.

“..Good girl,” her hand cupped your jaw and tilted it up, tracing your jawline. You looked up at her with love yet intense need. Your tongue darted out to lick her tip each time it came close to your mouth. “Oh fuck that feels good princess, keep doing that…”

Obeying to her words, your tongue affected her so much she unexpectedly pushed her length halfway into your throat, her tip just hitting in the back of it.

“...Such a whore, suck on my cock.” She grabbed your head and had you bob your head up and down on her length. Each time she thrusted into your throat you gagged, making her enjoy this even more.

Suddenly she pulled out of your mouth, her cock twitching in anticipation. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy.” Sevika got off your stomach and lifted your legs to take off your pants, seeing the wet patch in your panties. “…All wet for me, huh Doll?”

The stonger woman put your legs over her shoulders, pushed your soaked panties to the side and pressed the tip of her dick against your clit. “..Please Mommy I need you…”

“Mommy huh?” She gave you that smirk you always fall for, her hands going on both sides of your head against the bed. “Gonna take my cock like a good girl for Mommy?”

You moaned at her words, nodding, “y-yes Mommy.” Sevika watched as you bit your lip, and she grinned at that. “Please…need you inside me..”

That was her cue, she pushed her length in slowly to let you adjust as she goes, making her groan at how tight you were. “..Good lord baby, so fucking tight around me.” Sevika gave your thigh a good slap, having you whimper. The further she pushed in the more your pussy stretched and made you cry.

Once inside you, she caressed the side of your face, you began to notice the soft side of her again. It always made you melt, her eyes were gazing into yours.

That moment ended pretty quickly as she began moving her hips, making you moan and gasp. “..Y-yes, just like that…fuck,” you groaned and your words hyped her up and she began moving her hips faster into you.

“Take it slut, take my cock like a good girl.” Sevika slammed harder into you each time, your cries echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The bed was even creaking with Sevika’s rough thrusts, skin slapping, and her hand coming in contact with either your tits or your thighs.

“Mmm…close baby? I can feel you squeezing around me. Fuck I want you to cum with me doll,” Sevika pulled you into a rough kiss, her tongue shoving into your throat with you moaning against her lips.

Your tight walls squeezed her twitching cock, spurring her on and making it difficult for her to hold back. “Y-yes I’m so close…oh god-!”

As your body feels the burning sensation in your stomach, you quickly release all over her length..causing her to explode inside you.

Sevika grunted and moaned quietly, her cum flooding your needy cunt. Both of your cum nested inside your womb, and both of you relaxed when the pleasure eased through.

“Shit I missed that,” Sevika panted, it gave you a second to respond. Since you just had a big orgasm.

“Me too…me too.” Your hands reached up to cradle her face, making her smile. She stayed inside you for a bit, and laid on you as she wrapped her arms around you.

“We need to do this more often,” she said, looking up at you with mischievous eyes, she patted your reddened thigh.

“…Maybe you should get more angry often, I think I enjoy angry rough sex.” You admitted.

“Is that so?” She grinned.

Quickly your moment was ruined by Jinx’s menacing laughter coming from the other side of the bedroom door. Your eyes when wide, so did Sevika’s but it was filled with more anger than anything.

“Jinx! What the hell!?” She screamed, getting off the bed and quickly wrapping her naked body in blankets and rushed over to the door.

You listened to the commotion, too lazy and in love with your wife to even look. You knew it wasn’t gonna end well.

“..With the kid there too?!” You heard Sevika exclaim.

“Wait what?!”

“Oh don’t worry Toots, Isha’s asleep on the couch.” Jinx laughed, a smirk spread across her face. She was trying too hard not to laugh.

You weren’t sure for how long Jinx has been home since you and Sevika went to pound town. But all you knew was that you were dozing off with your wife’s voice ringing in your head.

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A/n: Not spelled checked but I hope it was good! I honestly was writing this while watching Arcane season 2 again 😭

[empress-hancock]

I haven’t come across them yet. Compared to copia where like 75% of the images of him have it

honestly im just happy silco won a round