Hiding your face in Vi’s neck as she fucks you nice and slow with her fingers
oh godddd i’m starving for this. she has you in her lap, spread open perfectly for her to slip three fingers in from below. her fingers are pruning from how long they’ve been covered in your arousal, but if anything, the texture adds more delicious friction when she crooks her fingers in your cunt and fucks you so deep you see stars. maybe you’re a little shy, a little overwhelmed by the pleasure roiling through you and the sounds that leave your lips unprompted, so you duck your head into vi’s neck and pant against her skin, kiss and bite the supple flesh where her shoulder meets her neck.
“hear that?” vi rasps, her fingers producing a lewd, drawn-out squelch with every thrust into your leaking cunt. “so fucking wet for me, baby. sound so pretty with my fingers inside you.”
her words only make you wetter, tighter. your cunt squeezes helplessly around her digits and you loose a pathetic, wanton moan against vi’s neck, hips jolting when her fingertips rub tantalizingly against your g-spot. you press your face further into the crook of her neck, cheeks burning with embarrassment from the sounds of your soaked pussy and the whiny, desperate moans that she pulls from your mouth again and again.
“can’t even look at me, huh?” vi taunts. she turns her head in an attempt to see your face, but you’re still hiding in her neck, gasping when her fingers slip deeper and deeper still into your pulsing hole. “that’s okay, babygirl. hide all you want - you know i can feel how bad you want this.”
lazy make out first thing in the morning with Ellie? and then sex, both barely awake
pls this kinda strayed into somnophilia, so there's a warning for that ! & shy!reader , titty sucking , clit play , she touches u over ur panties <3
while you would usually wake to the serenity of the rising sun, this early morning it's the sensation of featherlight kisses peppered over the side of your neck. you stir, limbs tangled in cotton sheets, when warm hands slide under your top. your ticklish stomach twitches, eyes fluttering open the minute those hands cup your breasts. "mm?"
"hi," ellie murmurs, throwing a tender smile up at you. her voice is slurred with the remnants of sleep, muffled by your skin. "m'just admiring you... couldn't keep my hands to myself."
you lean your head back against the pillow again, relaxing as her lips continue traveling upwards and her hands gently squeeze your chest. she kisses the corner of your lips and you chase her for more, but ellie pulls back, chuckling. "i would kiss you baby, but someone in this relationship has been known to complain about morning breath quite a few times now... so..." she teases, pushing your top up.
the peaks of your breasts stiffen immediately, ellie catching one in her mouth. you arch your back into the stimulation, the hitch in your breath making her hum with approval. she can tell she's giving you such sweet comfort with the warmth of her mouth. it's quiet, but not silent, with the sound of suckling and your unrestrained sighs of pleasure filling the room.
ellie's so used to the version of you that is awake, usually tensed and hyper vigilant about never letting out a single noise — so so shy — but half asleep and weak, you can't hold back the way you always do. that, of course, lights a burning desire in ellie to take this further, it inspires her. you writhe restlessly, legs already parted just enough for her to slot her hand between. that gives you quite the jump, a high-pitched and wavering whimper eliciting at the pressure she applies to your clit.
she chases your squirmy hips, fingers circling the thumping bud of nerves below your panties. you know she can feel your wild heartbeat down there along with the growing wetness that soils the cotton. the friction makes pathetic mewl after mewl slip out of you, which you don't even register... but ellie does, groaning soft in response.
her mouth on your tits never leaves. she switches sides once your skin is raw, focusing her attention to the other now, and relaxes her head against your body as your hand cradles it. you say nothing of your approaching climax but she can feel your closeness, keeping everything up until you reach a peak. it doesn't end there, her hot tongue circling your nipple and fingers moving fast down below, forcing you to sit through a lengthy orgasm, wringing every last bit of pleasure that she can from your body.
she wraps her arm around your torso, soothing your heaving chest and rubbing your side. ellie looks up finally. your eyes are closed, you've drifted off again... ♡
Synopsis: The two of you have been together for five years, married for four. So in love you two married quickly, maybe while you were still in the honey-moon phase. Though now life is getting... boring, sure Vi is a great partner in the sense that she is a provider and she always comes home to you, she never shows interest in other women. Though you miss the intimacy, the closeness and excitement the relationship once had. So you propose a deal, you have 6 months to fix the relationship, or get a divorce.
Wc: 1.9
Warnings: Blue!collar!Vi, lots of fluff, Vi is a lover girl, oral + fingering (r!receiving), nipple play, slight manhandling, Vi orgasming untouched, humping + grinding, aftercare. And a happy ending!
"It's not working Vi. You're never home and I don't want to sound like I'm being picky because I know you work so hard for us to have the life we have but I... I miss you." Vi immediately takes your hands in hers, pulling you into her lap as she buries her nose into your hair, taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo.
The smell of home.
"Please... please don't leave me, baby. I'll do whatever you need me to do. Anything. Don't go, give me a chance please..." the absolute heartbreak her voice had your own eyes welling up. For five years you've loved this woman more than life itself, but when things aren't working you can't stay because it's safe. Happiness is important too.
"I'm not. Not yet... I say we give it six months, we try to rekindle the relationship and find balance before we make any big decisions. I love you, Vi. So fucking much I want this to work." The arms that held you every night, the hands thatwere so calloused from the draining, long days she works to give you everything you could ever want tighten around you.
"Six months. I promise I'm going to fix this." Vi only lifts her head from your neck to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It's not messy, or heated. It's slow. Pouring all the love and regret and need for you into it.
The first month:
For the next month, Vi had taken less hours at work. She wasn't leaving at 5am and getting home at 7pm anymore. Weekends were non negotiable, she stopped working those immediately and honestly? Vi loved it. Quiet, slow mornings were something she never really realised she missed until right now. Here with you.
Her fingers languidly ran through your hair, scratching light circles into you scalp. Your breath was soft and warm on her bare chest, the sun spilling through the curtains was brightening everyone minutes... yet Vi felt no rush to move. No rush to get us and leave the personal heaven that was this.
"Hungry?" Vi's eyes meet yours as you peek up at her. One cheek was squished up right on her heart, red from the warmth.
"Depends... for breakfast or you? I could go for either." Her own smirk grows as both of your cheeks reddened now. Flirting was Vi's forte, what originally sucked you in the very first day you met her... apart from the absolute natural bombshell she is.
"Hmm... I was going to offer to cook breakfast in bed. However I don't think my legs will be working properly if you have me first." Rolling you onto your back, Vi’s forearms bracket your head as she holds herself above you, nuzzling her nose along your warm cheek upto your ear.
"How about you be my appetiser... and then I'll make pancakes with bacon once I've taken care of my girl?" Wrapping your arms around Vi's neck you pull her closer, pressing her weight onto you further.
"Sounds perfect."With that Vi's lips crash onto yours, swallowing your almost immediate needy moan.
Yeah. Vi had missed this as much as you had.
The second month:
Already you could see the change with Vi, the past eight weeks she had really focused on prioritising the relationship above work. She hated that her paycheck wasn't as large because she stopped working weekends though it was still a hefty paycheck and you could easily live comfortably.
"Baby? You out here?" Walking into the backyard Vi finds you hunched over checking on your plants, Vi knew how proud you were of the little vegetable patch you'd grown from hand. It had grown exponentially since she was last out here and actually looked.
Immediately a wave of guilt washed over her.
Most people would take their spouse coming to them with the 'threat of divorce' in a negative way, not Vi. It opened her eyes, she realised that you were right. She'd been so focused on work and earning tons of money to spend it all on you, yet she managed to lack the only thing you truly wanted from her... quality time.
"...want to try one?" Vi was snapped from her thoughts as she glanced down at you, holding up a tomato you'd plucked from your plant.
"Of course, baby. Let me try it." Sitting down next to you, Vi doesn't immediately take the tomato she lets you feed it to her. Even though the two of you were married and have been for four years, the sparks were reigniting and she felt her cheeks flush as your fingers brushed her lips.
As expected, you'd successfully grown maybe the best tomatoes Vi had ever tasted, though she was definitely biased because you were hers. Her wife. Her girl. Hers.
"Perfection. Absolute perfection baby, they're ripe and sweet. Good girl, you did such a good job I'm proud of you." Your own cheeks flush, matching the small globes of red on the plants as Vi cups your cheek, sharing the taste of you labour through a slow, deep kiss.
That evening as you're getting all cleaned up Vi sets up a little picnic in the garden. Private, intimate, the exact kind of thing she knows you love. Together you sit and eat good food, watch the sunset after a tiring day of blazing heat.
The third month:
Tonight, both of you were getting ready to go to dinner with some mutual friends for their birthday. Now Vi was almost always in her work clothes or casuals like sweatpants... you missed her getting dressed up. Somehow she managed to fit her ass into slacks with were tight over the globes of flesh with a burgundy shirt stretched taunt over her broad shoulders. Even hidden by fabric you could tell just how stong Vi was, the sheer volume of power she possesses.
Of course you wanted to stay home and climb into bed, dragging Vi with you. But you couldn't.
Vi on the other hand was one minute away from cancelling and dragging you into bed. For the past hour she'd been ready watching your every move, now whether she was just horny or re-realising how hot her wife was was unclear. Something about seeing you getting yourself all pretty had Vi wanting to ruin it in the best way possible.
"Come here, baby." Moving on autopilot you straddle Vi's lap, letting out a half laugh, half squeal as she easily manhandled you beneath her to lay on the bed. "We ain't going, you look to good."
Wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her hips you smile, the kind of smile when Vi knows you're about to say something she won't like. "As much as I would love to stay home and let you rail me... we have commitments."
"If they're our true, real friends they'll understand we're trying to fix our marrige hm?" Whatever protest you had died on you lips the second Vi's hands start to wander, lips nibbling and sucking on that spot just below your ear. The exact spot she knows will work.
"That's not fair..."
"It's totally fair. Let me take of you hm?" Trailing her lips lower her tongue drags warm and wet over your skin, igniting that flame within. Vi deftly removes each layer until you're bare beneath her hands roaming over every inch of skin visible. "So goddam pretty, love. Prettiest girl in the world."
Her kisses trail lower along your collarbone and down between the valley of your breasts taking a small detour to tease and swirl her tongue around one nipple. Vi revels in the small nosies of ecstasy that escape you as she switches to the neglected nub, sucking your hardened nub between her lips as her hands pry your legs open.
The little whine you give when she releases your nipple to kiss and lick her way down your navel has Vi undoing her slacks clumsily with one hand. This was about you but she'd be pretty fucking stupid if she thought she was tasting your cunt without rutting against the mattress.
Was it pathetic? Yes. Did Vi care? No.
"Vi we really... shouldn't cancel-" at your weak protest Vi skipped kissing the rest of her way down and pressed a soft kiss right to your clit, feeling the bud twitch with need.
"What were you sayin' baby? We should stay home and I can eat you out until you're shaking? Good idea." Her first few laps were messy as Vi did a little shimmy to get her slacks and boxers fully off. Though the second they were off and she was free she dove in fully.
Her meaty biceps wrap around your thighs, prying you open as she devours you in your entirety. No inch of your pussy went unexplored as Vi swirled her tongue around your clit over and over before dragging it down to your clenching entrance to drink you down straight from the source.
With each lap through your folds the sloppy, wet squelching of you pussy responding to Vi's exploration were obscene. Had you not been in literal heaven you might found and ounce of respect and be a little embarrassed... like Vi should be rutting herself on the mattress.
A large wet spot was forming on the foot of the bed where Vi was humping the comforter, purely instinctual. You were none the wiser, not questioning Vi's moans at all assuming they were from her tasting you which, undoubtedly, was her favourite hobby, past time, job. She'd do it all day everyday, happily living between your thighs.
"Taste like a dream baby, like a fucking dream give it to me, come on baby please." The tips of her fingers tease your tight entrance as her tongue works over your clit, swirling, flicking and sucking until you're back is arching off the bed.
Sliding two fingers inside Vi curls them upwards, thrusting gently and curling until she finds that spot that has you whining and pulling on her hair. A guttural groan escapes Vi, the vibration on your clit helping hurl you closer to the edge. Vi's hips are none stop now, the wet patch growing with each rock of her hips.
She knows exactly how to get you over the edge and she was doing everything perfectly. Vi never changed pace, never switched up her routine. Her fingers worked in sync with her tongue until your inner walls were clamping around the intrusive digits, gushing your sweet release down her palm and wrist. She doesn't stop until your hands weakly push her head away, to which she doesn't pull away- instead she meticulously cleans up every drop, savouring your sweetness like it's sacred.
You look down weakly at Vi through the hazy eyes... and it was pathetic. Yet so hot. Each taste of you had her moaning and whimpering into your core, her own hips now rutting against the bed until they stutter and she comes undone herself. "Baby did you just?.."
"Mmhm... love you so much..." As you both come down a peaceful, comfortable silence settles over you. Vi was laying her head on your thigh, nose nuzzling over the soft skin, eyes closed. Your own hand ran lightly through her hair, scratching at her scalp the way she adores.
Maybe it wouldn't take six months to fix the marrige... this was it. The life you'd missed so much of just... being. Existing together.
Cw: Smut, vaginal fingering (r!rec), car sex. mdni !!
The rain batters against the car windows from where Vi parked on the side of the road. Both of you having been away on a small trip for the past few days before making the drive back.
Despite the weather, the car windows are fogging up with every breath and moan that leaves your mouth.
Vi’s mouth is attached to one of your nipples, running her tongue over the hardened bud before gently grazing her teeth over it. Her fingers between your legs working overtime as two of them pound in and out of your cunt, slick dripping down her hand and onto the leather seat beneath you.
Your hands tangle into the small pink hairs at the top of her neck, hips bucking up into her touch as her thumb starts to circle your swollen clit.
“C’mon baby, be a good girl and come for me yeah?” Vi breathes out, her mouth pulling back from your breast leaving a small string of saliva from your nipple to her lips which she leans forward to lick up before pulling you into a sloppy kiss. “Don’t wanna be late home do you?”
You pant hot breaths against her lips, your hand grabbing onto the back of the passenger seat next to you. The front seats apparently too cramped for Vi’s style.
“No, no, fuck Vi—“ your head hits the bottom of the car window as it falls back, Vi takes the opportunity to attach her mouth to your neck. Kissing down your jaw and sucking small marks into the soft skin.
You were both on a time limit here, annoyingly.
“Just let go f’me, hm?” Vi hums against your neck, curling her fingers slightly against your fluttering walls, She groans, “God, you’re soaked fuck.”
The car is filled with the wet slapping sound of her fingers plunging in and out of your wet cunt, your chest heaving under her as you get closer to the edge.
Your hand tangles into her hair to pull her head up so you can kiss her as you come undone around her fingers, your eyes rolling back and cunt clenching around her as pleasure crashes over you.
She fucks you through it, letting you ride out your high, not slowing down until you relax beneath her. Only then does she pull her fingers out, sucking them into her mouth to clean your juices from them.
summary: after years of war, your loyal knight has returned to your arms. as the future queen, is your responsibility to show her your gratitude for her service to the kingdom
contains: forbidden love, medieval au, yearn, oral (vi! receiving), minor & men dni
Two years had passed since the last time you saw her. So many things had changed since then, yet your love for Violet never could. It would survive every battle the kingdom was forced to face.
Beneath an old tree in the castle gardens sat your favorite place in the entire palace ever since childhood. Freedom existed there somehow. It was where you first met her, and where she kissed you for the first time despite knowing the risks that came with something so simple.
Flower crowns rested in your lap, violets, specifically. The memory of one quiet afternoon with her drifts back into your mind: sitting in her lap while carefully placing your newest creation atop her head as she nervously protested, terrified the two of you would be discovered.
The geopolitical conflicts between kingdoms and the war itself had become the object of your resentment for taking your beloved Violet away from your arms.
Nothing had been heard from her since the last letter she sent nine months ago. No confirmation that she was alive. None that she was dead either. Thoughts like that were easier ignored, just like the upcoming acceleration of your coronation as queen.
“I hope I’m not interrupting something.”
The wind carries a voice toward you, one recognizable even amongst the finest musicians in the kingdom performing for a royal gala.
The flower crown slips from your hands as you turn around and finally see her.
Her unmistakable pink hair had grown longer since the last time your fingers braided through it. Cuts and bruises scattered across her freckled face. Eyes still the same color as the sky on a peaceful spring afternoon. Her armor remained spotless as always despite the circumstances, though one arm hung at her side in a poorly made sling.
“Violet!”
The shriek leaves you the second you jump to your feet, the sudden movement far too improper for a princess.
For one horrible moment, it feels like the cruel illusion of some witch. Slowly, carefully, your hand reaches for her face just to make sure she’s truly there. Violet melts beneath your touch instantly, her uninjured hand settling over yours.
“Gods, I missed you so much.”
Arms wrap tightly around her neck as tears finally spill against the cold metal of her armor.
“I know, I know,” she murmurs softly, stroking your hair. “I’m here now. And I’m not leaving again unless you ask me to.”
“If you leave again, I’ll have them strip you of your title.”
Only then do you pull away, driven by the selfish need to look into her eyes again.
She admires you in silence, the way sunlight spills across your hair, the way your dress hugs your figure so perfectly it almost feels cruel.
Countless battles have been won under her command, yet restraint has never been one of her greatest strengths. Not when it comes to you. Desire overwhelms reason far too easily after years spent apart.
The sudden movement pushes you abruptly against the tree, though a quiet groan immediately escapes her lips after carelessly aggravating the injury in her arm. Still, after so many years of waiting, pain hardly matters anymore.
Screw the knight’s code.
The time made you forget how perfectly her lips fit against yours, like a sword in a stone. You moan as her tongue entwines with yours in perfect harmony, after you’ve given it the slightest opening.
You feel her hands struggling with the laces of your corset; though she’s no novice, her injured hand poses a major challenge.
“Wait,” you pull away with a growl, but she immediately makes up for it by paying attention to your neck. “I’d like to be the one to take care of you this time.”
Your words paralyze her.
“What?” Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, surprise written all over her face.
“You heard me,” you say firmly. “You’re badly wounded. You’ve just returned victorious from a war. It’s my duty to thank you for your service to the kingdom.”
“It’s not necessary, my princess…”
“Violet,” you interrupt, taking her chin between your fingers and forcing her to look at you. “Please, you deserve it.”
She always loses to you; there’s no need to fight anymore, because she knew she was going to surrender anyway.
That’s how she ends up in your royal bedchamber. Her tattooed back resting against your soft pillows and sheets fit for royalty, arching with every touch of your tongue that teases her swollen clitoris.
She had fought armies, men twice her size, and had always emerged victorious. It was ironic how all it took to bring her to her knees was the gaze of a princess. Her princess.
No one had ever made her feel this way. Maybe she had died on the battlefield, and this was heaven.
Look at you, still in your beautiful dress, doing everything to please her, to the point where your jaw aches, and her armor has been scattered around the room for quite some time now.
“You’re doing very well…” she praises you, and feels her vision blur.
“You’re taking me so well, my loyal knight” you hum
She lets out a loud moan as she feels your mouth suck on her pussy, and to maintain her position, she grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your face closer to her.
“It feels so gooood, princess… nnngh I’m close”
You lick like a hungry woman until you can taste her climax, and all you can hear is her ragged breathing. You give her a soft kiss on the thigh before lying down beside her and caressing her face.
Even after all these years, you still manage to be each other’s ruin and redemption all at once.
“Next time be quieter, someone might have heard us, Violet,” you scold her, absentmindedly playing with her hair.
“Will there be a next time?” she smiles mischievously.
A laugh escapes from your throat and you give her a peck on the lips.
“You can count on it.”
Vi takes your hand in hers, so delicate against her own, covered in scars. Only then does she notice the jewelry shining against your ring finger.
ellie's the type of girlfriend who lays first on the bed, looking up at you while you prepare yourself to sleep leaned in her elbows with a small smile and tired eyes from the busy day - but never for you.
when you turn around after turning down the lights, you move to bed and firstly sits in the edge, taking off your slippers while she lays on her side. you turn on the nightstand dim light and difuser with a soft scent, finally turning around to your girl who've been patiently waiting for you in a comfortable silence.
the ac is on, a soft hum of it through the quiet room, the mattress sinking softly beneath you as you lift your legs to rest over it, pulling up the covers over the two of you, turning to ellie and finding her tired, but smiling face. she quickly adjusts herself and soon you lay down over her extended arm, sighing softly in relief as you feel your body weighning over the sheets, her soft warmth enveloping you instantly as she pulls you closer by your side, her warm hands soft and careful, as if you're a delicate piece - which, for her, you are.
you let your eyes be closed for a while before you open them lazily, finding her own tired ones staring at every single detail of your face, commiting them to memory all over again. she finds your gaze, her face now relaxed, but her lips twitches slightly when she sees your eyes. her free hand caress your sides for a while, up and down, with a gentle hand, soothing the tenseness off it like this is what she does the best. you tangle your legs, pulling slightly closer to her, which she helps with as she holds, now, at your shoulder. she giggles, a silent one. her hand reaches for your face, cupping the side of your cheek with a gentle hand despite the way her arm heavens. she remain silent for a while, her thumb brushing your cheek as your eyes close.
"you're so pretty." she whispers a little later for herself, but you hear and open your eyes. she smiles, a shy one.
"you don't have to answer me. i got you."
you just remain silent, staring at her with half-lidded and sleep eyes, barely open. but you smile.
her hand moves up to your hair, soothing the scalp so deliciously soft that you can swear it's melting. you almost purr, eyes falling close as soon as she does. she keeps it for a while, pulling lose strands behind once in a while. you're almost completely asleep when you feel her stilling her long fingers in between your hair, in the side and back of your head. she leans in, pressing a soft, reverent, passionate kiss to the top of your head. she closes her eyes, enjoying the sweet warmth of you. it lingers for long seconds before she pulls away, just to adjust herself better so her chin rests softly over your head.
"i love you." she murmurs, almost like a silent confession while her free hand slides back your side, resting around your waist.
you try to answer. well, you swear you do. but all that comes out are babbled murmurs that ellie silently scoffs off. she smiles, the kind of smile you give to yourself when you feel like the moment you're in are too good. too good to be true.
but at the end of the day, that's all she could ask for. you. your warmth, your body next to hers, your heart against hers, your breaths in sync. just you, close to her. even if that means she'll get back pain from being all crooked and her arm dead from serving as your personal pillow tomorrow, all to comfort you.
but it doesn't matter to her. not if it means healing her soul all night and wake up next to your cute, swollen and sleepy face. for you, everything's worth it.
hey everyone! i created this account to post random fic ideas i might get about ellie since i'm always thinking about her, and maybe some other stuff. btw, hope you enjoyed it!
pleaseee consider writing arcane women having angry sex please and thank you!
of course! thank you for the request <3
❥・summary; arcane women (jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn) having angry sex.
❥・tags/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.
❥・wc; 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!
── .✦ jinx;
₊˚ෆ jinx definitely can get explosive when angry, as we’ve 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 she’s upset. she couldn’t live with herself if she were to act that way toward you.
₊˚ෆ a sure way to make her angry, though? making her jealous. doesn’t matter if you didn’t 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 you’ve made her jealous with. she’s mere seconds away from firing.
₊˚ෆ while jinx can definitely get rough, you’ve 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.
₊˚ෆ it’s 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.
₊˚ෆ 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 they’ve 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.
₊˚ෆ tonight 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 you’d usually go for. jinx didn’t mention it, and if she did, you would’ve said it was because of the heat.
₊˚ෆ all was well, the drinks were coming, jinx sipping some type of cocktail. “hey, toots,” she whispers. “that girl’s starin’ at ya.”
₊˚ෆ you look over to where your girlfriend is gesturing, pursing your lips. indeed, a woman you don’t recognize is staring at you from across the bar. you’ve dealt with this kind of thing before- you’re attractive, and jinx is aware of that. she takes great pride in the fact you’re hers.
₊˚ෆ “don’t worry about her,” you say. jinx grumbles, but relents, though one of her hands settles on your hip. the girl’s eyes follow her hand, and she seems to catch the hint. easy resolution, right?
₊˚ෆ it seemed so, until the girl told you she’d be right back, she needed to use the bathroom. that’s when the woman from across the bar sat down next to you, and started asking you questions- your name, where you’re from, what your pretty self is doing sat with somebody so dangerous. frankly, the woman doesn’t 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 didn’t move your hand when she placed hers atop yours.
₊˚ෆ the 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.
₊˚ෆ “and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she spits, and you give her a doe-eyed look, feigning innocence. “just makin’ friendly conversation, what’s wrong?”
₊˚ෆ your girlfriend doesn’t say a word until you’re 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 you’re attractive, and knows you’re bound to get flirted with- but she never thought you’d flirt back. jinx knew you were trying to get under her skin, and well.. it worked!
₊˚ෆ “baby, i don’t know what you’re–” you’re 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. “you think you can go around actin’ like a slut? huh? throwing yourself at other girls?”
₊˚ෆ “no-” 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. “huh? couldn’t hear you.”
₊˚ෆ “no! i just- fuck, wanted to make you jealous-” a dark chuckle escapes your girlfriend. her dextrous fingers find your clit, pressing down over it and rubbing in little circles. “yeah? it worked.”
₊˚ෆ in seconds, jinx has you out of her clothes, bare on the cold metal of her workbench. you can practically feel jinx’s 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.
₊˚ෆ “you coulda just told me you wanted my attention, but nooo,” jinx’s hand comes down on your ass, and you yelp. “little 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.
₊˚ෆ you’re 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 it’s 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.
₊˚ෆ “this what you wanted, toots? better lay there and take it, like a good whore..” “aww, are you cryin’? we just got started!”
₊˚ෆ it’s a mixture between her degrading you, laughter mixed in, and her flat-out mocking you. if you weren’t too fucked-out to form a coherent thought, you’d see that this is like a game to your girlfriend.
₊˚ෆ you start to feel that familiar knot forming in your belly, signaling that you’re 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 you’re about to tip over the edge. “jinx, fuck, please, gonnacum-”
₊˚ෆ and 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. “you thought i’d let you cum that easily? hah! not a chance.” she slides her fingers back in, working you back over at the same pace. “gonna have to work for it, hon.”
── .✦ vi;
₊˚ෆ honestly.. it’s 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 didn’t want to be like that anymore. she didn’t want to waste any more time being bitter, instead trying to keep a positive outlook.
₊˚ෆ in all your relationship, she’s never gotten angry with you. mildly irritated? sure, but she’s able to blow it off. she’s a good communicator, so you’ve never had any arguments, and you’ve never had a reason to be truly angry at her, either.
₊˚ෆ you’re not sure what it’s been recently. maybe it’s the high stress from her job, or maybe she’s had something going on with jinx. either way, vi’s been a little volatile recently. shorter with you, taking more time to be by herself in your shared apartment. you figured you’d just give her the space she needs, but it’s been near two weeks of this, and it’s driving you crazy.
₊˚ෆ vi had another late night shift. she’s 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.
₊˚ෆ “vi, baby?” you breathe out. she hums in response, and you fold your arms behind your back. “everything alright?” the woman lets out a sharp breath through her nose, then nods slowly. “yeah. why wouldn’t it be?”
₊˚ෆ “i dunno. just..” your teeth sink into your lower lip, trying to muster up a response that won’t stress your girlfriend out further. “you seem a little on edge? you know i’m here if you need anything. anything at all.”
₊˚ෆ even though vi’s expression is scrunching up, you continue. “i mean, that’s what i’m here for-” “gods, i’ve got enough on my plate without you hovering,” vi snaps. your eyes widen, you flinch, stepping back. the second the words leave vi’s mouth and she sees you retracting into yourself, she regrets it.
₊˚ෆ “shit, baby, i’m sorry, fuck-” she groans, running her hand through her hair. “i didn’t mean that. i just.. work has been a lot, jinx has been getting on my case, the firelights are out of control. i’ve got a lot on my mind.”
₊˚ෆ you nod without words, searching her expression. nothing but complete honesty. you’re less concerned about her snapping, considering she’s never done that before, and more concerned about helping her. “..wanna let it out?”
₊˚ෆ that’s how you wound up on your back in your shared bed, clothes long forgotten somewhere on the floor, leather harness strapped to vi’s hips. she crawls between your legs, then yanks you closer by your thighs. while she’s still careful to not be too rough, gods, does it feel good to let out steam.
₊˚ෆ you 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 woman’s calloused hands grips your waist, then she pushes in- filling you up, stretching you out, eliciting a soft moan from you.
₊˚ෆ that’s the most gentle vi is- before long, she’s thrusting into you, harsh and messy, plastic tip kissing your cervix. she grunts above you as you whine, tits bouncing. “shit, you know- how- ugh, fuckin’ stressed i am?” she near growls, and you nod, lewd sounds spilling from her lips. you don’t know, given she hasn’t told you much- but gods, you’d say anything to get her to fuck you even harder.
₊˚ෆ before long, sweat starts to drip down vi’s 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.
₊˚ෆ “yeah? you needed this too, huh?” you nod again. “mm, gods- please, i’m gonna cum-” vi lets out a dark laugh, calloused fingertips pressing harder. you’re a squirming mess underneath her. “fuckin’ knew it. come on, there ya go..”
₊˚ෆ within 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 doesn’t let up for a second. her hips keep snapping against you, skin slapping skin. “fuck- vi, too much, too-”
₊˚ෆ “shh,” she says, voice dripping in faux-sympathy. “you can take it, hm? one more, for me..”
₊˚ෆ as if you’d say no. you’re in for a long night.
── .✦ mel;
₊˚ෆ another one who doesn’t get well and truly angry often. mel knows anger. she’s been on the receiving end of it so many times, and she’s seen what it can do to somebody- namely, her mother. so she’s sworn it off. done everything in her power to make sure she doesn’t get like that, or turn out like the people who raised her.
₊˚ෆ although.. 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.
₊˚ෆ those rare moments that she does get angry, mel tries to be behind closed doors. if she feels this way, she doesn’t want to take it out on anybody else.
₊˚ෆ no 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 she’s feeling about it, she still would feel awful involving you in her anger. in fact, she doesn’t confide you much about her job- preferring to keep that part of her life separate from you. sweet, wonderful you.
₊˚ෆ you don’t pry, either. of course you worry about your girlfriend, though you know it won’t 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 doesn’t boil over and eat at her. ₊˚ෆ
₊˚ෆ although today, mel just can’t contain herself. when she gets home from a council meeting, you can feel the frustration radiating off her in waves. it’s only a matter of time before it comes out, you think- but you still can’t bear to see her so upset. so you walk up to her, slowly, as if approaching a shaking puppy. “mel,” you murmur. “is everything alright? rough day at work?”
₊˚ෆ mel lets out a bitter scoff, masked by a smile. “something like that. who knew that compassion was a lost art, especially among piltover’s elite?” 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 wouldn’t help, though maybe you can draw a bath for her or make her some dinner..
₊˚ෆ but she continues on, waving her hands and rubbing her forehead to emphasize her point. “i mean, really. it’s 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?”
₊˚ෆ you nod along, listening intently. anything to help mel in the moment, though you wish you could do more. “..is there anything i can do?”
₊˚ෆ the 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. it’s all happening so quickly that you feel like your head is spinning, but gods, would you do anything to help mel blow off steam.
₊˚ෆ “you want this?” 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.
₊˚ෆ mel 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 they’ve personally offended her, tossing them to some unknown corner of the room.
₊˚ෆ she tugs your panties down just as quickly, not before smirking to herself at the wet patch that’s already formed on the fabric. you’re equal parts scared and thrilled by this, not knowing what her next move will be- but you know you’re always in good hands with mel. as far as you’re concerned, mel can take out whatever she wants on you.
₊˚ෆ the 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.
₊˚ෆ mel’s 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. “fuck- fuck, fuck! mel-” one of her hands moves to deliver a sharp slap to your clit, and you near scream.
₊˚ෆ she 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.
₊˚ෆ “mmph, stay there,” she breathes out, voice low and raspy. “take it. just take it all, darling.”
₊˚ෆ mel 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 doesn’t slow down. doesn’t ease you out of it.
₊˚ෆ she 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. you’re in for a long night.
── .✦ sevika;
₊˚ෆ sevika is a volatile one. though she appears relatively mellow on the outside, you know better. anyone who truly knows sevika knows better. after all she’s seen in the undercity, especially as silco’s left hand, not much truly gets under her skin anymore. but when she gets mad, she gets mad.
₊˚ෆ never 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 wasn’t sure she deserved you, and honestly, still isn’t. she’ll damn well try to be worthy of you, though.
₊˚ෆ that meant no explosive moments around you, especially none at you. it’s hard to be vulnerable, and she isn’t used to actually talking problems out. if this were anyone else, she’d either tell them to fuck off or knock them out. she’d rather spill her guts being vulnerable, though, than let her anger get the best of her when you’re there.
₊˚ෆ that being said, she still has her moments. there are times she comes home grumbling under her breath about one of smeech’s goons. other times she’s 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.
₊˚ෆ sevika doesn’t care what you do with your own life- not much, anyways. of course she wants the best for you, but you’re an adult who has a good head on her shoulders. she trusts you. that being said, she’s possessive, and fiercely loyal. one of the only ground rules the woman has laid down is that you’re not allowed to be part of combat. you can’t get between her and whoever she’s fighting. as a matter of fact, don’t even be within a mile radius of her.
₊˚ෆ this is half because she doesn’t want you getting caught in crossfire and injured, and half because she doesn’t want you to have to see her like that (even though you already have, a few times).
₊˚ෆ this morning, you woke up to the space beside you in bed empty. not unusual, considering sevika’s job and lifestyle. “no rest for the wicked,” as she says. what is unusual, though, is the absence of a note. any indication of where she’s gone and what she’s 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.
₊˚ෆ despite sevika’s warnings and the rule you’re well aware of, you can’t help yourself. this isn’t like her. your heart is thrumming so loud it’s 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.
₊˚ෆ you don’t think, only act. throwing yourself between the two of them, you’re lucky the only damage done to you is your shirt being torn by one of sevika’s metal fingers. she growls, and you might’ve expected her features to soften when she lays eyes on you. they don’t.
₊˚ෆ luckily, 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, you’ve really done it.
₊˚ෆ “you know you’re not supposed to-” “i know, sev, but-” “but, i’ve made it crystal clear that you don’t get involved in this.” 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 wouldn’t ever hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little scared.
₊˚ෆ to your surprise, though, sevika’s 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. it’s not like you haven’t had sex in public before. never anywhere so open, though, where anyone could stumble upon the grimy alley and hear your desperate moans.
₊˚ෆ “sev-” you breathe out, and the woman promptly shushes you. “quiet,” she bites. “someone oughta fuck some sense into you.” the tone of her voice makes you clench around nothing.
₊˚ෆ within seconds, she’s 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.
₊˚ෆ sevika’s 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. “you know better. such a smart girl, couldn’t follow the rule i gave her.”
₊˚ෆ “please- i’m sorry,” you babble, but you don’t ask her to stop. you couldn’t. despite the discomfort of the hard, cold wall against your back, the thought anyone could see the woman utterly destroying you, you don’t want this to end. “i won’t do it again- aah!”
₊˚ෆ sevika chuckles lowly, shaking her head and tutting. “yeah. ‘m sure you won’t, doll.” 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 she’s anchoring you to the shoreline. she might as well be.
₊˚ෆ she 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, “give it to me, damn it,” you tip over the edge.
₊˚ෆ your walls clench round her fingers and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. “fuck, fuck-” you whimper, voice still muffled behind your hand. your knees buckle underneath you, and luckily, sevika hoists you up. not without saying, “next time, you listen.”
── .✦ caitlyn;
₊˚ෆ caitlyn’s 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 it’s gotten even harder following her mother’s death.
₊˚ෆ sometimes she’s sad. sometimes she’s 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 wouldn’t ever get angry at you. she felt bad enough letting you see this side of her, she doesn’t know what she’d do with herself if she let you become the target of it.
₊˚ෆ you’ve 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 you’ve always given her: let it out.
₊˚ෆ in 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 can’t hold back anymore and it ends up becoming a much bigger problem than it should’ve been. wether that means taking mile-long walks, screaming into the open air, splashing cold water on her face- you’ll support it. so long as caitlyn feels that weight come off her shoulders.
₊˚ෆ sometimes, though, she takes to more.. unorthodox methods.
₊˚ෆ the 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 wasn’t being very cooperative.
₊˚ෆ “i mean, surely, it isn’t difficult to evaluate a teenager. if this was just her idea of fun, clearly something isn’t right, but i must be the only person who sees it that way!” 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.
₊˚ෆ when 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 you’ve 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 she’s doing the best she can and she deserves a break.
₊˚ෆ you 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.
₊˚ෆ your 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.
₊˚ෆ “gonna be good for me?” 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 caitlyn’s hand flies to cover your mouth. plush breasts press against your back as she rasps, “quiet, love.”
₊˚ෆ she 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. “yeah, just like that,” she grunts. she spanks your ass once, then twice.
₊˚ෆ the room fills with a filthy melody of quiet moans, caitlyn’s 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 she’s left on your ass.
₊˚ෆ you mewl helplessly, as if your ears have been stuffed with cotton and your mind has been rendered useless. you promised caitlyn you’d help her blow off steam, and gods damn it, you’ll do that. the few words that bleed through that cotton include, “you were made for this, huh?” and “such a sweet girl, so easily ruined.”
₊˚ෆ you’re 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.
₊˚ෆ you 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.
₊˚ෆ when 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.
I know Mother’s Day is almost over but like I had the idea of reader calling abby mommy while they were having sex on Mother’s Day😌😌😢
contains strap, mommy kink, breeding implication
Abby’s strap fucked you deep, the thick shaft of the toy spreading you in a way you’d almost forgotten over the busy weeks. She had you folded, knees against your chest as she fucked you however she wanted to.
You could only moan, and take it.
Abby leaned in, folding you deeper making you almost lose your breath before she whispered, voice menacingly low— “that’s it, mommy. Take me well, gonna fuck you up, and make you a mama.”
when they know your body better than even you do, so you’re used to hearing, “Ohh, that’s a good spot, isn’t it baby?” and you can’t get away with cumming without permission because, “You’re close, aren’t you? Mommy can tell.” and no matter how many times you sob and plead that you can’t possibly cum again, you’re always met with, “You’re not done and I’m not stopping until you are. Just one more, sweetheart. I know you have it in you.”
