toji loved stuffing you full of his cum. seeing his seed dripping out of you would swell his chest with pride and satisfaction. but one thing he adored even more? covering your body with his thick, creamy seed. tojiâs the type of man to produce loads and loads of cum and so not to waste anyâ he showered you in it. every blowjob? he is pulling out of your wet and warm mouth to spill his release over your flushed face and bare breasts. he canât help but let out a content sigh while youâre giving him a footjob, seeing his cum traveling down your feet and onto your legs. even during sex, like a reflex, he would pull out instead of painting your womb white and make sure you were damp with his seed.
football player!toji fucking the sweet science nerd <3
mdni, drabble, semi-public sex (locker room), dom!toji, hair pulling, praising, slight? choking, scratching, p in v, unprotected sex (opening the wrapper!!), pulling out.
âmphâ mpâ fuuu!â your voice breathes out as skin to skin contact filled out the locker room; your back on the wall, glasses fogging out. his hand wrapped around your throat, moving your face towards him ââook at you, doll.â
âso pretty, so fuckinâ perfect. arenât ya?â his thrusts were not gentle by any means nor is his hold, for fucks sake he plays a game that overthrows one another. yet no complains came out of your mouth, just that same old filthy moans that you try to muffle; scared of the chances someone could go into the room.
âdonât be shy now, theyâre all out.â even with his reassurance, you could barely shake your head, âhm?â a sharp thrust came and a loud mewl came out of you, âsee? trust me, noone is listeninâ to that pretty noises except for me.â plap!
ââoji, fuckkk!ââ you moaned out as he moved inside of you in a organized pace that was so so right. âmm, keep calling my name.â he chuckled, the hand on your throat moving up to fix that fogged out glasses. âcould see me properly, angel?â well, now you could; the manâs forehead was sweating as if he just ran yards. the same one moved to your waist as the other hand wrapped around your right thigh, moving it to give his dick better access.
âoh godgodgodâ!â you tilted your head forward out of reflexes; nails scratching his back, until a sharp tug came to your hair. ânah nah, look at me.â your expression was lewd, sweating, tears prickling, saliva running down the side of your lips it was almost disgusting. âoh, look at you.â although it seemed like he was into it, and judging by your reaction when he could feel your pussy clench at that praise? so were you.
plap! plap! plap! squelchâ
when your climax came, his was almost instantaneously. fortunately enough, he pulled out before any unwanted accidents happens. he could feel your body growing limp around his as he muttered a curse. âyou with me?â âmmm..â yeah. right, sure.
âĽăťsummary; sevika's overworked, and janna knows underpaid. she's reached her limit, and you're all too ready to take the weight off her shoulders.
âĽăťtags/warnings; powerbottom!sevika, servicedom!r, lowkey pathetic!r, porn w very little plot, cunnilingus, fingering, condescension, name-calling, hair-pulling, multiple orgasms, rough sex, face slapping (it happens once), mean!sevika.
âĽăťwc; 1.8k
waiter! waiter! more bottom!sevika!
minors dni.
sevika hasnât ever known peace.
not as a child, not as a teenager, and sure as hell not as an adult.
being silcoâs left hand might be the most demanding thing sheâs ever done. the woman has cleaned up more bodies than she can count, ignoring the phantom feeling of several othersâ blood on her hands. sheâs robbed, killed, moved barrels of shimmer across borders like itâs another day at a supermarket. the woman has never thought much of the kind of work she does.
this is all for a greater cause: resistance. in zaun, itâs every man for themselves. she wants to give back to the community, to leave a better life for the youth of zaun than she was afforded.
janna knows itâs taxing, though. silco worked her to the bone in life, and seemed to still be shouting at her from the grave. she could use a fucking break every once in a while.Â
the heavy wooden door slams behind your girlfriend, stepping into your shared home to collapse onto the couch. she rubs at her head like she has a migraine, but you know better- that the woman is exhausted. not the kind of exhaustion that can be fixed with sleep, though.
the type that seeps into her bones, down to the marrow.
ârough day?â you ask, approaching her slowly. you sit down beside her, though donât press against her, for fear of overwhelming the woman. not that you ever have. she nods and mumbles something incoherent.
a deep breath in, and sevika turns her head to look at you. âitâs always a rough day on the job. nothinâ new.â
you swallow, and sigh. she always says something along those lines, and you donât want to overstep, but- âyou look worn out. like, rough.â
she scoffs, half-amused. âflattery will get you everywhere.â
âyou know what i mean.â
âyeah.âÂ
you canât lie. you worry about sevika, more than you could admit. even if you could, youâre not sure youâd have the words to accurately capture just how much you worry. but you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with the woman. you knew what the undercity demanded of her, you knew where her heart laid. it would be cruel to ask her to give it up.
she still makes time for you. always shows up and remembers the little things- so you canât particularly complain. despite working like a dog, sevika is a damn good girlfriend.
still.
âi just wish youâd take a break sometimes,â you sigh.
âyou know i canât do that.â
you nod. you do know that. sheâs said it before, yet it isnât any better to hear the second time. or third. or fourth.
âat least take it easy at home for a little while,â you take her flesh hand in yours, gently taking it into your lap and running your thumb along the back. she relaxes a little into your touch. âis there anything i can do, babe? anything at all?â
sevika takes another deep breath in, followed by a heavy sigh. she pauses for a moment, eyes downcast and seemingly in thought, before she speaks lowly. âyou know what you can do?â
you open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue before you can utter them. her hand goes to the back of your head, guiding it down, down, down- between her legs. you feel heat rush to your core at the mere implication.
âyou want me to?-â
âyeah,â she mutters. âhelp take the edge off, would ya?â
gods, you donât think youâve ever said âyesâ to anything so quickly. you nod frantically, like your livelihood depends on this, and your hands fly to start undoing her belt buckles and freeing her of those tattered pants. they pool around her ankles, and the woman slouches back into the couch, letting her legs spread wide in anticipation. you sink to your knees in front of her.
like sheâs a deity, presenting the finest delicacy zaun has to offer on a silver platter.
for a second, youâre captivated by the bushy mess between her legs, folds already glistening with arousal, swollen clit peeking out and tempting you to take a bite. you grip onto her scarred thighs as you lower your head even further, ghosting over her cunt.
that hand on the back of your head shoves you forward, and you yelp, but get the message immediately.
âget on with it,â she grunts. âyou wanted to help, right?â
you nod against her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. no buildup, no foreplay, just consumption. you lav over her like a woman starved, fast and firm. your nails start to dig into her thighs as your tongue goes from clit to hole, dipping in ever so slightly. sevika rewards you with a hushed grunt, a sharp groan as you slide back up to the bundle of nerves and start sucking. she pushes you even further in, metal fingers tangling in your hair.
âcome on,â she breathes out, biting her lip to stifle a moan. âlike you fuckinâ mean it.â
your panties must be absolutely soaked through right now, thighs absentmindedly rubbing together in some desperate attempt for friction. you know better than to be selfish right now, though, devoted only to your womanâs pleasure- doubling down.Â
all thatâs on your mind is trying to get her off. make her fucking relax for once.
you suckle her clit even harder, then prod her entrance with your ring and middle finger before sliding them in. they go in easily, too easily, up to the knuckle. you thrust in and out while sucking on her clit like the sweetest candy.Â
âoh, fuck!â
sevikaâs hips start thrusting up, into your mouth, pushing you to devour her cunt. moaning against her like youâre the one being pleasured, like this is the most important task youâve ever been given. as far as youâre concerned, ears filled with the sounds of her low expletives, it is.
youâre absolutely desperate to bring her over that edge, and you can tell by the way her thighs threaten to close around your head that sheâs close.Â
you crook your fingers inside the woman, meeting that spongy spot inside of her that sends her head spinning. she bites down on her lip and the sharp metal fingertips dig into your scalp harsh enough to bring tears to your eyes, and still.
youâve got a one-track mind.
âiâm right there,â she breathes out. âcâmon, you- get me off-â
your teeth scrape against her clit, and that does her in. sevika cums with a low groan, soaking your fingers in sticky arousal. she holds you close to her cunt throughout it all, and your moans against her send shockwaves through the womanâs body.
âshiiiit, thatâs it..â
for just a second, she loosens her hold on your hair. you do need to breathe, after all, and thatâs exactly what you do once you unlatch from her pussy. your eyes are glassy, cheeks stained with salty tears, lips and chin shimmering with evidence of her orgasm. you take labored breaths, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the slick off of your lips.
mockingly, your girlfriendâs flesh hand drops to hold your jaw up by your chin. she gives a lazy, lopsided smirk, looking down through half-lidded eyes. your heart skips a beat.
gods, she looks like pure sin. she looks beautiful, and most importantly, more relaxed.
âyou think you can give me one more?â her hand squeezes your chin a little tighter, and you nod immediately. frantically. âyou remember our safeword, yeah?â
you nod again. you do, but it hasnât crossed your mind once during all of this.Â
sevika, name meaning âloyal servant.â if your mind wasnât so hazy, you could scoff at the irony of all this. in your relationship, youâve always fit that title much better.
devoted only to her, and her pleasure.
youâre pulled out of your head by a harsh slap to the cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind. you gasp, and sevikaâs voice is lower. more gravelly.Â
âwords, slut.â
âyes,â you gasp. âyes, i do, iâll- fuck, iâll give you another. anything you want, âvika, anything-â
she shoves your head forward once again, and all words die on your tongue. you go straight back to making out with her cunt, swirling your tongue around her oversensitive clit, using your hands to spread her even wider like a three-course meal, slurping her juices and spitting on her cunt just to lick it back off.
youâre lost in her.
sevika canât help herself. the previous orgasm was earth-shattering on its own, and this? you going all in, pulling out all the stops? she canât hold her moans back, growing more high-pitched. her hips move against your mouth, pushing you impossibly closer.
her hips stuttering and moving in a janky rhythm. you donât pay it any mind, only the sounds that she makes and the delicious sting that her tugging on your hair leaves.
your poor pussy is fluttering around nothing, wet and weeping for any sort of attention. later, you think. later, youâll stuff your fingers inside yourself and take what youâve been deprived, probably while the woman before you is sleeping.
for now, though, those very fingers slip back into her. three this time, filling her up, stretching her out, scissoring inside of her and curling against her g-spot. she near screams at this.
âfuck,â she groans. âyouâre desperate for it, huh? ahh.. dirty girl, all you need is my cunt and youâre happy..â
you donât respond, but you do groan into her and start suckling on her clit again. teasing her, doing her in all again, watching her abs contract and feeling her thighs tremble in your hands. you could die down here.
you could survive solely off sevikaâs cunt for sustenance, and say that you lived a happy life.
âkeep doinâ that,â her abs tense again, itâs barely been two minutes and sheâs already close again. your eyes water, hot tears dripping down your cheeks. âdonât you dare stop-â
you donât dream of it. your nails dig into sevikaâs thighs deep enough to leave angry indents, causing her to hiss through her teeth.
all you want is to give your woman the stress relief she so desperately needs.
another curl of your fingers and your tongue flattening against her clit makes sevika shatter once more. her mouth falls open in a silent cry, tugging your hair and grinding against your mouth like you owe her money. she gushes over your face, dripping down to your neck and between your breasts, making little whimpers escape you. as if youâre begging her for more. please, you think. please, give it to me. let yourself go.
with a huff through her nose, your girlfriend shoves your face away from her cunt. still on your knees between her legs, you look up at her flushed expression and listen to her breathy chuckles.
âget some water, darlinâ,â she mutters, weakly pointing toward the kitchen. âtake a breather. then i want you back on your knees. deal?â
Puppy!sevika where she is obsessed with readers tits like canât go to sleep without touching them. Smut if you can
Thanks!!
Puppy!Sevika had an unhinged obsession with your breasts. It could be one in the morning and sheâd be whimpering by your feet, begging to just touch them even once if youâd let her.
Her whines fell on deaf ears before you enjoyed the way her dark lips pouted into that sad little expression you adored way too much for her own good. You beckoned her closerâ a smirk on your lips as if you had already scripted this exchange in your head several times, âcome here, my sweet puppy girl.â
Sevika happily climbed onto your frame, carefully settling her heavy body on top of yours, being careful enough to not crush you. Afterall, she was quite a big woman. âThatâs my girl,â you whispered, her lips latched onto your nipple, suckling quietly, making soft sounds as she focused on the pleasant feeling of your nipple in her mouth.
Her tongue swirled over the tip of the nub before her lips tightened around the now sore nipple, âmmmâŚâ and she buried her face in your breasts making you laugh softly. She really was too adorable sometimes. You werenât complaining.
pleaseee consider writing arcane women having angry sex please and thank you!
of course! thank you for the request <3
âĽăťsummary; arcane women (jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn) having angry sex.
âĽăťtags/warnings; rough sex, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on usage, strap-on referred to as 'dick'/'cock,' degradation, arguing, edging, spanking, hair pulling, public sex (sevika), sorta brat!reader (jinx), pussy slapping, jealousy, slight dumbification.
âĽăťwc; 5.1k
oh i'm considering it.. thank you all so much for your patience by the way, i'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to get fics out as quickly as i used to. i've just finished my sophomore year of college (yay!), but also have been going through a writer's block i'm trying to combat by taking a step back and reading even more. i hope to deliver consistently over this summer!
ââ .⌠jinx;
âËࡠjinx definitely can get explosive when angry, as weâve seen. her emotions can get the best of her, and she loses a handle on herself- that being said, she tries not to get angry with you. jinx is self-aware, she knows how bad things get when sheâs upset. she couldnât live with herself if she were to act that way toward you.
âËࡠa sure way to make her angry, though? making her jealous. doesnât matter if you didnât mean to or not, make her feel like she might lose you to someone else and the girl is fuming. fingers curling around your waist so tight her nails indent into your skin, her lips pressed into a thin line. her free hand is usually dipping into the hilt on her hip, her gaze lasered on the person youâve made her jealous with. sheâs mere seconds away from firing.
âËࡠwhile jinx can definitely get rough, youâve never experienced angry sex with her. your mind has been stirring for the past few weeks, wondering what it would be like. not to make her truly upset, but to tick her off just enough to get her going and take it out on you.Â
âËࡠitâs a challenge, though. you know that jinx makes it a point to not get angry with you, so you have to get a little.. creative.
âËŕˇÂ the last drop is a frequent date spot for the two of you. often sat together with a round of drinks, singing along to whatever music theyâve got playing or watching the band they managed to book that night, jinx stays close to you. her arm wrapped around your shoulder while your head rests against hers.
âËࡠtonight is no different. a warm summer night, jinx tossed on her usual black crop top with a black tartan miniskirt and some mismatched fishnets. your shorts ebb on the shorter side tonight, while your top is a little more low-cut than youâd usually go for. jinx didnât mention it, and if she did, you wouldâve said it was because of the heat.
âËŕˇÂ all was well, the drinks were coming, jinx sipping some type of cocktail. âhey, toots,â she whispers. âthat girlâs starinâ at ya.â
âËࡠyou look over to where your girlfriend is gesturing, pursing your lips. indeed, a woman you donât recognize is staring at you from across the bar. youâve dealt with this kind of thing before- youâre attractive, and jinx is aware of that. she takes great pride in the fact youâre hers.
âËࡠâdonât worry about her,â you say. jinx grumbles, but relents, though one of her hands settles on your hip. the girlâs eyes follow her hand, and she seems to catch the hint. easy resolution, right?
âËࡠit seemed so, until the girl told you sheâd be right back, she needed to use the bathroom. thatâs when the woman from across the bar sat down next to you, and started asking you questions- your name, where youâre from, what your pretty self is doing sat with somebody so dangerous. frankly, the woman doesnât interest you at all. nobody except for jinx stands a chance with you, but you see an opportunity here- make jinx jealous, pay for it later. so you leaned a little closer to the woman, you answered her questions, told her she was pretty. you didnât move your hand when she placed hers atop yours.
âËࡠthe last thing that jinx expected to see upon returning was you being flirted with, and leaning into it. she stands still for a second, not approaching you, just stunned- before she feels herself beginning to seethe, and she surges forward to grab your wrist.
âËࡠâand what the fuck do you think youâre doing?â she spits, and you give her a doe-eyed look, feigning innocence. âjust makinâ friendly conversation, whatâs wrong?â
âËࡠyour girlfriend doesnât say a word until youâre back at her hideout. just huffs and puffs as she practically drags you out of the bar, mind racing with a million thoughts. she knows damn well that youâre attractive, and knows youâre bound to get flirted with- but she never thought youâd flirt back. jinx knew you were trying to get under her skin, and well.. it worked!
âËࡠâbaby, i donât know what youâreââ youâre cut off as the girl abruptly pushes you onto the workbench, face-down with your ass up. cold hands fly to the waistband of your shorts, teasing, not quite giving you what you both know you want. âyou think you can go around actinâ like a slut? huh? throwing yourself at other girls?â
âËࡠâno-â you stammered, but the girl shook her head. tutting, one hand comes to rub at the heat between your thighs through your clothes, eliciting a little whine from you. âhuh? couldnât hear you.â
âËࡠâno! i just- fuck, wanted to make you jealous-â a dark chuckle escapes your girlfriend. her dextrous fingers find your clit, pressing down over it and rubbing in little circles. âyeah? it worked.â
âËࡠin seconds, jinx has you out of her clothes, bare on the cold metal of her workbench. you can practically feel jinxâs anger radiating off her in waves, filling the air with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. while part of you is terrified, knowing how prickly she can get like this, the rest of you is thrilled.
âËࡠâyou coulda just told me you wanted my attention, but nooo,â jinxâs hand comes down on your ass, and you yelp. âlittle slut wanted to entertain other girls. without warning, two fingers plunge into your dripping hole- stretching you out, curling inside of you and hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
âËࡠyouâre a whimpering mess already. jinx is still fully clothed behind you, her breasts pressing up against your back. how you wish you could touch her back- though you know itâs only going to provoke her further. her hand comes down on your ass again and again between cruel thrusts, bringing tears to your eyes, inevitably leaving her mark while she growls in your ear.
âËࡠâthis what you wanted, toots? better lay there and take it, like a good whore..â âaww, are you cryinâ? we just got started!â
âËࡠitâs a mixture between her degrading you, laughter mixed in, and her flat-out mocking you. if you werenât too fucked-out to form a coherent thought, youâd see that this is like a game to your girlfriend.
âËࡠyou start to feel that familiar knot forming in your belly, signaling that youâre close- your mind hazy, eyes glossed over, cheeks stained with hot tears. jinx can feel it too, she can feel your gummy walls fluttering against her fingers and your thighs shaking. as your whimpers grow more desperate and your moans grow louder, you think youâre about to tip over the edge. âjinx, fuck, please, gonnacum-â
âËࡠand she retracts her fingers without warning. you let out a high whine, looking back over your shoulder as if fatally betrayed. jinx snickers, shaking her head and tutting. âyou thought iâd let you cum that easily? hah! not a chance.â she slides her fingers back in, working you back over at the same pace. âgonna have to work for it, hon.â
ââ .⌠vi;
âËࡠhonestly.. itâs kinda hard to get vi well and truly angry. she spent so much of her youth and time in prison angry at everything- herself, piltover, the world as a whole. after getting out and having to deal with everything she did, vi decided she didnât want to be like that anymore. she didnât want to waste any more time being bitter, instead trying to keep a positive outlook.
âËࡠin all your relationship, sheâs never gotten angry with you. mildly irritated? sure, but sheâs able to blow it off. sheâs a good communicator, so youâve never had any arguments, and youâve never had a reason to be truly angry at her, either.
âËࡠyouâre not sure what itâs been recently. maybe itâs the high stress from her job, or maybe sheâs had something going on with jinx. either way, viâs been a little volatile recently. shorter with you, taking more time to be by herself in your shared apartment. you figured youâd just give her the space she needs, but itâs been near two weeks of this, and itâs driving you crazy.
âËࡠvi had another late night shift. sheâs come home near midnight, again, and you decide that tonight is the night you do something about it. you approach her in the kitchen as she changes out of her uniform, sighing. the dark circles clinging to her undereyes make your heart ache.
âËࡠâvi, baby?â you breathe out. she hums in response, and you fold your arms behind your back. âeverything alright?â the woman lets out a sharp breath through her nose, then nods slowly. âyeah. why wouldnât it be?â
âËࡠâi dunno. just..â your teeth sink into your lower lip, trying to muster up a response that wonât stress your girlfriend out further. âyou seem a little on edge? you know iâm here if you need anything. anything at all.â
âËࡠeven though viâs expression is scrunching up, you continue. âi mean, thatâs what iâm here for-â âgods, iâve got enough on my plate without you hovering,â vi snaps. your eyes widen, you flinch, stepping back. the second the words leave viâs mouth and she sees you retracting into yourself, she regrets it.
âËࡠâshit, baby, iâm sorry, fuck-â she groans, running her hand through her hair. âi didnât mean that. i just.. work has been a lot, jinx has been getting on my case, the firelights are out of control. iâve got a lot on my mind.â
âËࡠyou nod without words, searching her expression. nothing but complete honesty. youâre less concerned about her snapping, considering sheâs never done that before, and more concerned about helping her. â..wanna let it out?â
âËࡠthatâs how you wound up on your back in your shared bed, clothes long forgotten somewhere on the floor, leather harness strapped to viâs hips. she crawls between your legs, then yanks you closer by your thighs. while sheâs still careful to not be too rough, gods, does it feel good to let out steam.Â
âËࡠyou whimper when the tip of her cock brushes against your clit, then prods your entrance. you have to fight to not grind your hips down, as if asking her to just get on with it. one of the womanâs calloused hands grips your waist, then she pushes in- filling you up, stretching you out, eliciting a soft moan from you.
âËࡠthatâs the most gentle vi is- before long, sheâs thrusting into you, harsh and messy, plastic tip kissing your cervix. she grunts above you as you whine, tits bouncing. âshit, you know- how- ugh, fuckinâ stressed i am?â she near growls, and you nod, lewd sounds spilling from her lips. you donât know, given she hasnât told you much- but gods, youâd say anything to get her to fuck you even harder.
âËࡠbefore long, sweat starts to drip down viâs forehead. you look up at her through glassy eyes, mind clouded by pleasure and how beautiful she looks. she grunts with each thrust, and finally, mercifully- reaches between your legs to play with your neglected clit.
âËࡠâyeah? you needed this too, huh?â you nod again. âmm, gods- please, iâm gonna cum-â vi lets out a dark laugh, calloused fingertips pressing harder. youâre a squirming mess underneath her. âfuckinâ knew it. come on, there ya go..â
âËࡠwithin seconds, your spine is curling off the mattress as your vision goes white-hot. a raw scream rips from your chest as you shatter, but vi doesnât let up for a second. her hips keep snapping against you, skin slapping skin. âfuck- vi, too much, too-â
âËࡠâshh,â she says, voice dripping in faux-sympathy. âyou can take it, hm? one more, for me..â
âËࡠas if youâd say no. youâre in for a long night.
ââ .⌠mel;
âËࡠanother one who doesnât get well and truly angry often. mel knows anger. sheâs been on the receiving end of it so many times, and sheâs seen what it can do to somebody- namely, her mother. so sheâs sworn it off. done everything in her power to make sure she doesnât get like that, or turn out like the people who raised her.
âËࡠalthough.. she definitely has her moments. behind closed doors, for the most part. sometimes the stupidity and apathy of her colleagues gets to her, other times the war efforts make her want to scream into her pillow.
âËࡠthose rare moments that she does get angry, mel tries to be behind closed doors. if she feels this way, she doesnât want to take it out on anybody else.
âËࡠno arguments your whole relationship. only well-versed adult conversations that lead to quick and smooth resolutions. while you tell your girlfriend that she can come to you with any issue, no matter how sheâs feeling about it, she still would feel awful involving you in her anger. in fact, she doesnât confide you much about her job- preferring to keep that part of her life separate from you. sweet, wonderful you.
âËࡠyou donât pry, either. of course you worry about your girlfriend, though you know it wonât help anyone to try and force information out of her. if she wants to handle her anger by herself, so be it, as long as it doesnât boil over and eat at her. âËŕˇ
âËࡠalthough today, mel just canât contain herself. when she gets home from a council meeting, you can feel the frustration radiating off her in waves. itâs only a matter of time before it comes out, you think- but you still canât bear to see her so upset. so you walk up to her, slowly, as if approaching a shaking puppy. âmel,â you murmur. âis everything alright? rough day at work?â
âËࡠmel lets out a bitter scoff, masked by a smile. âsomething like that. who knew that compassion was a lost art, especially among piltoverâs elite?â you frown with her words and tilt your head, trying to figure out what angle to come at this with. how to help her. telling her that you knew certainly wouldnât help, though maybe you can draw a bath for her or make her some dinner..
âËࡠbut she continues on, waving her hands and rubbing her forehead to emphasize her point. âi mean, really. itâs enough that the middle class is slowly being pushed to lower class, but i have to deal with councilmen arguing in favor of hoarding wealth. whatever happened to serving the people, rather than our own selfish interests?â
âËࡠyou nod along, listening intently. anything to help mel in the moment, though you wish you could do more. â..is there anything i can do?âÂ
âËࡠthe woman studies you for a moment. purses her lips, as if words are thrumming beneath her skin. but all of them fail her, and she surges forward to claim your lips in a bruising kiss. your eyes widen, and you catch your bearings to kiss back. your hands find her shoulders as she backs you into the bedroom, pushing you onto the mattress and climbing to straddle your waist. itâs all happening so quickly that you feel like your head is spinning, but gods, would you do anything to help mel blow off steam.
âËࡠâyou want this?â she breathes out, still ever so polite through her anger. you nod rapidly, and mel pops the buttons on your blouse as her knee wedges between your thighs and presses up. a high gasp escapes you.Â
âËࡠmel leaves open-mouthed kisses down your torso, at the valley between your breasts, working down to your stomach and eventually right above the waistline of your pants. she tugs them down like theyâve personally offended her, tossing them to some unknown corner of the room.
âËࡠshe tugs your panties down just as quickly, not before smirking to herself at the wet patch thatâs already formed on the fabric. youâre equal parts scared and thrilled by this, not knowing what her next move will be- but you know youâre always in good hands with mel. as far as youâre concerned, mel can take out whatever she wants on you.
âËࡠthe woman yanks you closer by your thighs, diving between your legs to bury her face in your cunt. splitting puffy folds with her tongue, nosing over your clit, listening to your little mewls and whimpers as she devours you. no buildup- just speed, just her lips forming a seal to suck at the little bundle of nerves and her tongue plunging deep inside you.
âËࡠmelâs hands are holding your thighs apart, her nails digging into the skin deep enough to leave indents and a delicious sting. your mouth falls open and your head tilts back. âfuck- fuck, fuck! mel-â one of her hands moves to deliver a sharp slap to your clit, and you near scream.Â
âËࡠshe eats like a woman starved, not like the usual gentle pace she uses. your hips stutter as she holds you in place, restraining you from grinding onto her tongue, your back arching impossibly off the mattress. she growls against you, sending shockwaves through your body, and you can feel your climax building quickly.
âËࡠâmmph, stay there,â she breathes out, voice low and raspy. âtake it. just take it all, darling.â
âËࡠmel can feel it too, and she somehow gets faster, harder, meaner. her tongue lavs over you cruelly while her nails dig into you, and finally, you feel it hit. you tip over the edge with a cry of her name, coating her face in your arousal. mel drinks up every last bit greedily, but doesnât slow down. doesnât ease you out of it.Â
âËࡠshe just keeps licking, keeps stretching you out on her tongue and laving over you- your hand shoots down to tangle in her twists, and she delivers another harsh slap to your clit. youâre in for a long night.Â
ââ .⌠sevika;
âËࡠsevika is a volatile one. though she appears relatively mellow on the outside, you know better. anyone who truly knows sevika knows better. after all sheâs seen in the undercity, especially as silcoâs left hand, not much truly gets under her skin anymore. but when she gets mad, she gets mad.
âËࡠnever at you. sevika swore off commitment for the longest time, only having occasional flings and being a regular at the brothel. her mind changed when you came into her life, though, and she knew that she had to try and be better- for you. she wasnât sure she deserved you, and honestly, still isnât. sheâll damn well try to be worthy of you, though.
âËࡠthat meant no explosive moments around you, especially none at you. itâs hard to be vulnerable, and she isnât used to actually talking problems out. if this were anyone else, sheâd either tell them to fuck off or knock them out. sheâd rather spill her guts being vulnerable, though, than let her anger get the best of her when youâre there.Â
âËࡠthat being said, she still has her moments. there are times she comes home grumbling under her breath about one of smeechâs goons. other times sheâs irritable because of some shopkeeper who tried to rip her off despite knowing who she was, and you make mental notes to chew them out later. still, nothing ever directed at you.
âËࡠsevika doesnât care what you do with your own life- not much, anyways. of course she wants the best for you, but youâre an adult who has a good head on her shoulders. she trusts you. that being said, sheâs possessive, and fiercely loyal. one of the only ground rules the woman has laid down is that youâre not allowed to be part of combat. you canât get between her and whoever sheâs fighting. as a matter of fact, donât even be within a mile radius of her.
âËࡠthis is half because she doesnât want you getting caught in crossfire and injured, and half because she doesnât want you to have to see her like that (even though you already have, a few times).Â
âËࡠthis morning, you woke up to the space beside you in bed empty. not unusual, considering sevikaâs job and lifestyle. âno rest for the wicked,â as she says. what is unusual, though, is the absence of a note. any indication of where sheâs gone and what sheâs doing. this causes you to jump out of bed, looking at the nightstand, the dresser, venturing into the kitchen and dining room in pursuit of anything. no results.
âËࡠdespite sevikaâs warnings and the rule youâre well aware of, you canât help yourself. this isnât like her. your heart is thrumming so loud itâs piercing your ears, your breathing is rapid and your feet are moving faster than your mind can. you slip on the first pair of shoes you can find to get somewhere, anywhere. running around zaun has never seemed so dire; you run up and down the marketplaces, through the lanes, until finally, you find a dark alleyway where sevika is in deep.
âËࡠyou donât think, only act. throwing yourself between the two of them, youâre lucky the only damage done to you is your shirt being torn by one of sevikaâs metal fingers. she growls, and you mightâve expected her features to soften when she lays eyes on you. they donât.
âËࡠluckily, your little stint seemed to scare the other guy off. he looked frail anyways, bruised and battered and practically shaking in his boots. sevika scoffs as the man runs out of sight, then her eyes land back on you, and your heart near stops in your chest. fuck, youâve really done it.Â
âËࡠâyou know youâre not supposed to-â âi know, sev, but-â âbut, iâve made it crystal clear that you donât get involved in this.â the woman is backing you up toward the wall, her body effectively trapping you. her breaths are heavy and labored, and you go wide-eyed- you know that sevika wouldnât ever hurt you, but youâd be lying if you said you werenât at least a little scared.
âËࡠto your surprise, though, sevikaâs flesh hand slips between your thighs and starts rubbing at you through thin fabric, causing you to whimper and clamp your hand over your mouth. itâs not like you havenât had sex in public before. never anywhere so open, though, where anyone could stumble upon the grimy alley and hear your desperate moans.Â
âËࡠâsev-â you breathe out, and the woman promptly shushes you. âquiet,â she bites. âsomeone oughta fuck some sense into you.â the tone of her voice makes you clench around nothing.Â
âËࡠwithin seconds, sheâs tugging your pants down, your underwear with it, sticky strings of arousal clinging to the fabric. she laughs lowly at the sight, looking between your legs like you bear the gates of heaven there. her metal arm stays on your hip, keeping you stable, while her calloused fingertips prod at your entrance. without warning, two push in, and you have to bite into your lip hard to not scream.Â
âËࡠsevikaâs breathing heavy in your ear, her arm working faster than you can keep up with. like this is hard fucking labor. she thrusts in, then out, crooking her fingers so she can hit your g-spot harder and faster than the last time. âyou know better. such a smart girl, couldnât follow the rule i gave her.â
âËࡠâplease- iâm sorry,â you babble, but you donât ask her to stop. you couldnât. despite the discomfort of the hard, cold wall against your back, the thought anyone could see the woman utterly destroying you, you donât want this to end. âi wonât do it again- aah!â
âËࡠsevika chuckles lowly, shaking her head and tutting. âyeah. âm sure you wonât, doll.â she only keeps fucking you, drawing wet squelching from your needy pussy and lewd noises from your lips. you cling to her, arms wrapped round her shoulders like sheâs anchoring you to the shoreline. she might as well be.
âËࡠshe rolls your clit between her finger and thumb a few times, pinches it, goes back to thrusting and filling you up with a smile on her face. it works like a charm- bringing you closer and closer to that state of ecstasy. with a bite to your earlobe and a growl of, âgive it to me, damn it,â you tip over the edge.
âËࡠyour walls clench round her fingers and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. âfuck, fuck-â you whimper, voice still muffled behind your hand. your knees buckle underneath you, and luckily, sevika hoists you up. not without saying, ânext time, you listen.âÂ
ââ .⌠caitlyn;
âËࡠcaitlynâs emotions can be a bit of a rollercoaster. she tries not to let them get the best of her, especially considering her job and standing within piltovan society. it gets hard at some points, though, and itâs gotten even harder following her motherâs death.Â
âËࡠsometimes sheâs sad. sometimes sheâs alright, other times caitlyn wants to scream until her throat aches raw. you were there to help her through every crying spell, every bout of anger, and every memory she recounted. in that time, caitlyn swore that she wouldnât ever get angry at you. she felt bad enough letting you see this side of her, she doesnât know what sheâd do with herself if she let you become the target of it.Â
âËࡠyouâve seen her angry. even as she grew around her grief and found the beauty in life, living not only for herself, but for you and cassandra, she still gets her bouts of anger. the advice youâve always given her: let it out.
âËࡠin a healthy manner, of course. but you would rather the woman flush it out of her system, rather than let it fester inside herself until she canât hold back anymore and it ends up becoming a much bigger problem than it shouldâve been. wether that means taking mile-long walks, screaming into the open air, splashing cold water on her face- youâll support it. so long as caitlyn feels that weight come off her shoulders.
âËࡠsometimes, though, she takes to more.. unorthodox methods.
âËࡠthe first time it happened, caitlyn was just coming off a case. a young girl committing arson with her lover, the case file said. unlikely she had any ties to zaun, or any external motivations, but very likely she was mentally disturbed. this became less an enforcer issue, and more a health issue- which stressed the poor woman. she liked being able to solve things. she liked her efforts paying off. now, though, this is out of her hands, and honestly? the health department wasnât being very cooperative.
âËࡠâi mean, surely, it isnât difficult to evaluate a teenager. if this was just her idea of fun, clearly something isnât right, but i must be the only person who sees it that way!â the woman sat down opposite you, throwing her hands up in exasperation. you nodded along, taking in all the information and offering commentary every now and again. still, you could tell this was weighing heavily on the woman.
âËࡠwhen she gets like this, you offer caitlyn two options: does she want a solution, or does she just want to vent and blow off steam? either one works, and youâve made that clear. this time, she preferred the latter, though her pointed stares in your direction and the shifting of her thighs while you told her sheâs doing the best she can and she deserves a break.
âËࡠyou ended up bent over her desk, strap hanging from her hips a glowing blue as her hand rubs decievingly sweet, slow circles over your ass. her anger is palpable, detectable despite her being behind you. she told you not to look back, to just hold onto the desk and take it.
âËࡠyour cunt is soaked already, sticky fluids sticking to your inner thighs. part of you is humiliated, the other part is excited by the fact caitlyn must find this endearing. how needy you are, how ready you are to let her take everything out on you.
âËࡠâgonna be good for me?â she whispers, voice low and husky. you say yes faster than you ever have before, and caitlyn pushes into you in one firm thrust. a raw scream rips from your throat, and caitlynâs hand flies to cover your mouth. plush breasts press against your back as she rasps, âquiet, love.â
âËࡠshe pulls out, just leaving the plastic tip, then pistons her hips forward. you choke out a moan, muffled by her hand, and the woman repeats. again and again, fucking you at a near animalistic pace. wild and untamed. âyeah, just like that,â she grunts. she spanks your ass once, then twice.
âËࡠthe room fills with a filthy melody of quiet moans, caitlynâs grunting, labored breaths, the desk creaking, and the wet sound of her dick impaling you. it kisses your cervix with every thrust, stretching you out deliciously. a sharp contrast to the stinging pain sheâs left on your ass.
âËࡠyou mewl helplessly, as if your ears have been stuffed with cotton and your mind has been rendered useless. you promised caitlyn youâd help her blow off steam, and gods damn it, youâll do that. the few words that bleed through that cotton include, âyou were made for this, huh?â and âsuch a sweet girl, so easily ruined.â
âËࡠyouâre getting closer to that peak with every second, squeezing the toy and gripping the desk for dear life. caitlyn can tell by your moans getting louder, unmistakable in nature despite her efforts to stifle them. thank the heavens that no staff is in the manor. wordlessly, her arm slinks between your legs and the pads of her fingers rub harsh, cruel circles on your clit. that does it.
âËࡠyou squeal as your orgasm crashes over you, slamming into you like a freight train. your legs shake, and caitlyn fucks you throughout it, her hips slowly winding to a halt and pulling out with her dick coated in your juices.
âËࡠwhen you have the energy to turn your head and look behind you, you see chunks of hair clinging to her sweat-coated forehead and her face flushed. to your relief, she looks much more relaxed.
⢠Sevika who doesnât let you have her until your tongue draws out a map on her body. Sheâs a teasing nymph, never up to any good and wrapped up in devilish charms fore-fronted as an angelâs halo. What starts off with you begging to suck on that fat clit of hers turns into trailing your mouth up her abdomen. slow. steady. needy. Like a prowler of the night lurking for a moment to strike. She makes you wrap your lips around her dark areola like a starved person around food, tongue swiping up at her nipples that perked underneath the muscle.
⢠Sevika who canât shower with you without the prying touches of her fingers. Spreading your legs to âcleanâ you was a lie in the matter, and everyone who saw the expression on her face when she said that knew it to be true. Especially when her fingers still managed to reach an inhuman depth within your pussy while standing up.
⢠Sevika who refuses to leave for work without sloppily making out with your pussy. Her tongue delves deep into every crack, every crevice you thought would go unnoticed, but her tongue finds it all. By the time sheâs done with youâcunt all relaxed and spread open for her, she leaves you hanging on purpose, letting your poor pussy cry tears for someone who wouldnât be back for hours.
⢠Sevika whoâs obsessed with your pussy. Unfortunately you arenât any better. You indulge in her sweet little obsession by walking around without panties on, bending over purposely when you know sheâs looking. All it takes is one little grunt from her, and you know youâre in trouble. Youâre crying happy tears of pleasure by the time sheâs finished fucking you against the counter, ass marked crimson with blossoming indents from her harsh spanks.
hiii Iâm in really shy but I adore your writing omg! Sorry this is awkward itâs my first time requesting but if you wanted to maybe hcs or something w a super femme reader whoâs a baby gay but really obsessed w Seviâs breasts đ omg Iâm gonna kms thank you đđ
tittie groping // fluffy
Youâre in love with her tits.
Itâs just something about the big, soft, plushy feeling of her tits. Her big nipples, big and dark areolas and the weight her tits carried made you salivate without a single thought. Your hands were on them before she even had the time to react and now you were squeezing her tits gently, feeling the way the skin dipped under your fingers.
A satisfied grin spread on your lips like you had achieved something far beyond her understanding, and that made Sevika find this more amusing than anything.
âYouâre really fascinated by just some tits.â She said with a smile on her lips regardless.
That made you look up, eyes wide as if what she had just said was highly offensive. âYou take that back. Itâs not just âsomeâ tits.â
Sevika laughed softly and watched how you fawned over her chest, squishing and feeling them up before finally bringing your face closer to the warmth of the surface of her skin, and pressing a tentative kiss right there on her cleavage.
a/n: fuck i need her (is it obvious i write about her when iâm really horny?)
âstrip.â sevika leans over you gripping the couch on either side of your head. you never heard her enter, so you jump at the sudden utterance. after your hesitance sevika leans against your ear,
âget mommyâs dick. and strip.â you pussy pulsates at her command.
âyes, mommy.â you jump up from the couch; sevika swipes out her arm, snaking her hand around your waist. hooking her hand on your pajama shorts she pulls you in to a rough kiss. grabbing your chin and pulling it down, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip. moaning, you open your mouth letting her in.
sevika groans, mumbling against your mouth and grabbing your ass hard. âsignal.â
reaching your hand to rest on sevikaâs you breathlessly exhale, âgreenâŚgreenâŚâ sevika continues kneading your ass, smacking it between harsh rubs.
âfuckâmommy, green⌠fucking green.â you flinch against each hit, your pussy soaking your shorts more and more. you peel off your shorts, only breaking the kiss to take off your shirt exposing your naked chest. sevika supplies another strong slap to your bare ass staring down at you through her dark eyes.
âiâm gonna fuck you stupid.â she gives you a slight push towards the room. you run into the room, returning moments later with sevikaâs thick dark purple strap. sevika grabs your face, giving you a quick deep kiss. âgood job, such a good girl.â
sevika sits on the couch, spreading her legs. âtake off my clothes, pretty girl.â you place her strap on her side getting on your knees. you undo her belt, then ruffle up her shirt giving quick kisses across her toned stomach. going to unbutton her pants she stops you.
âdo it with your teeth, and look at me while you do it.â
you nod. âyes maâam.â biting the edge of her button, you use your tongue to push the button through its slit. sevika lets out a guttural moan, gently grabbing the back of your head.
âyou look so pretty like this,â she fights back a moan, âso good at following directions.â
you bite the zipper of her jeans. stopping to give sevika your best puppy eyes scrunching your eyebrows and whimpering. sevika heartily laughs, knowing how badly you want her recognition.
you drag you mouth down, slowly unzipping her pants. once fully unzipped sevika lifts you up and sets you on the couch. from there, you watch her strip off her clothes and get into her harness. your bare cunt dripping onto the couch.
âcome here, pretty girl.â sevika beckons you from the opposite side of the couch. without question you crawl over to her; as soon as youâre within reach sevika grabs you, your chest flush against herâs. your nipples pressing against sevikaâs with delicious pressure. sevika spins and pins you to the wall.
âready for me?â
âyesâŚyes, mommy! green! green, please fuck me!â your eyes sting with hot tears your lips trembling.
âso eager, huh? mommyâs gonna make you feel so good. just relax against me, âkay?â you nod letting your body go limp in her strong arms your back pressed against the wall.
sevika gradually sets you down on her girthy shaft, watching how your eyes get wider with every inch.
âsâfucking big mommyâŚ. youâre so big.â grinding into her you rest your head on the wall.
âfuck you take me so well,â sevika weaves her hands under both of your legs. placing her hands against the wall on each side of your body. she coos, her dark eyes piercing your teary ones. âsuch a pretty girl. been waiting to fuck you all day, youâre gonna touch every wall in this room.â
you moan, not knowing what could be better than whatâs about to happen to your already soaked pussy.
âsignal.â
âgreen, mommy. green, green⌠green!â you frantically whimper in between words afraid of the impossible probability that sevika would misunderstand.
âgood job using your words, pretty girl.â sevika roughly fucks up into you, your pussy already sloppy from all of her commands and praises. stuffing her face into your shoulder sevika sucks on the most sensitive part of your neck. you gasp,
âmark me up, nghh, i want everyone to know who i belong toâmmh!â turned on by your breathy moans, sevika lowly grunts in your ear.
âfuckâwant everyone to know, baby. yâmake mommy feel so fucking good!â sevika drills into your sopping pussy, hitting the deepest edges of your core.
⢠⚠࣪ Ë
sevika made good on her promise, fucking you on every surface in the living room. after several rounds the items on the coffee table are stretched across the floor; various pillows and blankets from the couch pulled every which way. once again your back was against the wall. her fat dick abusing your aching cunt, your core buzzing from the result of multiple orgasms. the slick of your past climaxes collecting on both you and sevikaâs thighs. sevika seemed to be fucking you until she was done.
âshitââ sevika huffs between thrust, âsignal?â
âgrâŚ.green!â you sigh against her chest. you felt that intense pressure warming at the bottom of your core, but this time it felt different. the feeling of sevika punishing your still sensitive cunt was almost overwhelming. your core buzzing and legs trembling your back arches against the wall.
âmaâmommy!â you cry out, your shoulders shaking with sobs, your heart racing you grip onto her shoulders. âgonna cummm!â
âbe a good girl, relax for me. mommyâs here.â sevika purrs into your ears. she can read your body like a book and knows exactly where youâre going.
the pressure releases as an explosion out of you. your brain goes completely blank and your vision blurs at the edges, tears staining your face. you squirt all over the both of you, spraying your stomach and herâs. sevika coaxes you through your high, only slowing after youâre done.
âthat was so hot baby. youâre always so good for me. are you okay?â
âyâŚyesâŚ. fucked me so good mommy.â
carrying your dazed body, sevika sets you softly on the couch, draping the blanket over you. she goes to grab a damp warm towel to clean the both of you off.
âlet me take care of you now, okay?â
âthank you mommy.â you give her a fucked out grin.
sevika leans down to kiss your forehead, you angle your head to meet her lips. sevika goes to turn on the tv, then going to grab you a glass of ice water while your favorite show plays. she runs into the bedroom quickly putting on some loose pjs; when returning to the couch sevika orders your favorite takeout, petting your head as you rest your head on her lap.
the nights ends in the two of you falling asleep on the couch, surrounded by your favorite food as the tv softly playing your show that you will definitely have to replay tomorrow.
Fucking bottom Sevika after safeword usage and she canât get herself to actually stop you despite all her muscle and strength⌠later when both lay in bed she doesnât know what to think but doesnât hate you for it but still tells you itâs a little fucked up
Bottom!Sevika may be all muscles and mood but sheâs helpless when youâre destroying her holes with your strap. All she can do is drool, moan and grab the sheets with her flesh hand. Her mechanical arm is detached from her body, not because sheâs avoiding hurting you. She wants to feel helpless.
She wants you to take all control. The safeword rolls off her lipsâ over, and over. You donât stop, you just grab her thighs and push them up with a gruntâ mating press, and you keep going on.
Sevika bites her lips and only lasts ten seconds of silence before moaning aloud, ânnno⌠I canât, I canât take more.â
You kiss her forehead and fuck her deeper, âyou can. Youâll take it all for me, baby.â
Although she can very easily stop you, she can flip the tables. But she doesnât. She enjoys it even if she finds it incredibly fucked up. Once youâre both coming down from the high of post-sex, Sevika turns to the side, âwhatever that wasâ that was fucked up.â
Your mouth goes dry. But before you can say anything, you see her smile.
âI didnât hate it,â she says and leans in to press a kiss to your lips.
âsorry toji we canâtânot tonight.â is all you manage to say before his lifts his head from between your legs, looking like a kicked puppy while he pouts.
â âm more than willing to stop if you arenât in the mood, ma.â
âno itâs not that itâs just that i havenât shavedâŚin a while.â
âsay lessââ he says dragging your shorts to your ankles before you offer another weak protest against him.
âWAITâyou arenât turned off by that?â you cock your head almost confused at the way his finger tremble near your hips. just itching to rip your stupid panties off of you and shove in face in your pussy until he suffocates.
your panties do a poor job at trying to hide the bush youâre sporting, the hair peeking out from the edges and toji almost feels like a dog with a treat laid out right before him.
âif iâm ever turned off by a little bit of hair, that ainât me.â
âthis isnât a little hair toji this is an entire BUSH!â
âare you trying to sell me on this? im convinced already, lay down.â his voice was almost pained, his face warm and flushed almost as if he were sick.
âyouâre into this, arenât you.â
you barely get your sentence out before he rips your panties off of you, the thick hair almost covering the entirety of your slit, you almost cringe until you hear him groan.
âoh my god you are.â
and before you know it, his mouth is latched onto your cunt, his nose deep inside your bush while toji inhales as if heâs in dire need of air.
âyouâfucking weirdoâwhy are you ahâsniffing me?!â
âsmells good, doll.â is all you get before heâs back at it, his tongue sloppily kissing your cunt while his nose slowly bumps your clit while you moan into the mattress trying to hide your face.
heâs licking stripes in the hair, practically munching on it, itâs gross, itâs perverseâand itâs absolute heaven to toji. and heâs eating you out as if he has a point to proveâwell, to never have you shave the bush again, of course.
you can feel your body spasming around him, your cunt coated with his drool and your slick, and he looks up momentarily, his face dripping while he has the most ecstatic smile on his face.
âmaybeâŚi should shaveââ you joke your body recovering from the high while he kisses your inner thighs. taking another whiff of your pussy before you push his head away.
âjust say you want me dead next time.â
âtoji i canât keep the bush forever.â
âmy girlfriend hates me and she wants me dead.â
this was inspired by da lovely @yoonsucks mwah @yorikae @sugusplaything !!
dividers: @/pixopix .
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