#renata glasc smut
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League of Legends - Renata NSFW
try not to say mommy challenge
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): she'll pull out a cigar or a glass of wine and run sharp claws through your hair, humming about what a good pup you were for her, if you need anything she'll order her assistant to bring you anything and everything you want.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): it's definitely her powerful arm, she'll use her claws to press your mouth open or yank your head around where she most needs it. on you its the plusher parts of your body, stomach, arms, thighs, anything where she can dig her nails in and leave a mark or two.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): she hates getting dirty but she definitely loves getting you dirty, she'll scruff you and push your face to any place you've 'dirtied up' so you can clean it with your tongue, even if its the floor.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): she has definitely thought of using you as a sort of ,product tester for some of her more, risque products. opening your mouth and sliding a pill across your tongue and down your throat, until she feels it close up around her fingers, or pushing a vial of some liquid past your lips, guiding your head back so she can watch you swallow readily. would you let her do that to you, do you trust her that much? she is a woman that values loyalty after all, what better way to show her your undying loyalty.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): she won't tell you how much experience she has of course, but her confidence and knowledge answers for her.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): anything with you on your knees where she can be above you in a position of power. she especially loves having you tied up kissing her shoes or grinding against her leg.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): she can definitely joke around ,but it's usually jokes to make herself chuckle rather than expect you to laugh. it’d be cruel to expect you to laugh especially when you are gagged.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): she gets the best of the best on hair removal but always leaves out a small patch for aesthetic purposes.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): definitely not the romantic kind , sex for her is strictly about getting and giving pleasure, she'll call you endearing names, but in a more teasing lilt, princess, pup, kitten, darling as she wipes tears off of your eyes from how hard she is choking you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): she has you for that, but wouldn't mind having you masturbate for her, show her what you do when you think of her when she is away.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): pet play, bondage, exhibitionism etc
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): she'll buy out an entire restaurant for a night purely to fuck you there ,she'll have the best food, the best wine, the best staff ,let you enjoy some of the finest things high class living in Zaun offers and then fuck you on the table. she also absolutely loves bringing you to her office, and if you are comfortable, wants to show you off to some of her business partners, have you sit prettily next to her during a meeting as she stares them down, eyes dark as her hand scratches behind your ear, her most prized possession.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): using the stuff she gets for you, wether its her company’s stuff, or the gifts she sends your way, she wants to see you carry her name around.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): share! you are her property and if she could brand you with her name to show everyone she absolutely would. put a big, property of renata glasc enterprises on your back for everyone to see.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves receiving, will sit back and grind against your mouth getting frustrated when you pull back for air or click her tongue while muttering 'bad dog' if you fail to please her.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): she is definitely more on the rough side, but the speed depends on how much time she can afford that day.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not really fond of them because she hates the possibility of being interrupted, if you two are interrupted whoever has interrupted you is getting fired or shot and then her mood sours for the entire day.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): she loves when you bring ideas to her for you two to try out, she'll praise you and then do her research, so she has everything prepared for the proper experience. she personally knows what she likes and doesn’t like, but she is fine with helping you try out new things.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): she'll stick to a round or two but will drag them out long enough to make you beg her to stop.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): she makes everything you'll ask of her, every plug, every vibrator, every collar has her name and signature on it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): she is horrible, she'll pat her lap and have you grind on her thigh or the heel of her shoe while ignoring you for hours before she finally relents and helps you, but if she is feeling particularly cruel she sends you off to wait for her to finish work.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): she is not quiet, she grunts and groans letting you know exactly how much she is enjoying her time with you.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): she definitely likes to be called daddy //this is the one point i am not elaborating on.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): she is an absolute master of her body and needs , probably schedules when she'll wreck you.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): business never ends for the chem baroness so she won't sleep right away, however she is more than willing to have you asleep next to her while finishing her work //especially in a dog bed, with your head on her lap-
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EATING THEM OUT. mndi, 18+
description. eating the milfs out, part two maybe?
pairings. grayson, renata glasc, sevika + f! reader
minors dni. lowercase intended, nsfw content, sub ! f ! reader, dom ! characters, cunnilingus, degrading, pet names ‘puppy, good girl, doll’
— ♡ renata glasc
“look at you my puppy, so pretty like this.”
renata coos at you, pulling you forward between her legs. your hand came up to her thighs, tracing the plush of her thighs before pushing yourself above them ever so slightly. her fingers dancing up your cheeks to the back of your head, undoing the clasp of the mask- you bit her like a filthy animal last time when you got too excited, this was assuring it that it won’t happen again.
“don’t be shy, dig in.”
you lean in, cautiously poking her swollen clit with your tongue. renata throws her head back with a groan of your name, encouraging you to continue with your ministrations. her legs close around your head, hands coming to cling onto your ears as you liked her clit. you were hypnotized, drunk on her pussy juices as your drowsy eyes peered at her pussy, lustfully watching as your tongue disappeared inside.
“my puppy, ah- you eat me so perfectly, hm?”
she whimpers, grinding against your nose, you kiss and lick her inside as she clamps around your tongue. her hips squirmed almost needily against your face. renata leans forwards, fist closing around your ears thigh as her hips jerks against your firm tongue before climaxing.
— ♡ grayson
“come on, eat me out my good girl.”
you kneeled between her legs, head right in front her dripping core. her fingers spread her lips apart, other hand caressing and pulling you by the cheek. you turned your head to the side, pure embarrassment washing over your face. such a pretty girl you were, looking so shy and hesitant to eat her.
“don’t be shy now y/n, I know how much you like sweet things.”
she smiles smugly, patting her folds lightly, gathering your silky hair in her free hand to make sure it wasn’t in the way of your puffy lips when you finally leans in pressing your tongue against her pussy. you moaned softly as her taste danced across your tongue, the taste sweeter than those cookies you pick up in your lunchbreaks and offer her a crumb, making the tips of her fingers tingle as you lap at her juices.
“mhm, what a good pet you are eating me this good hah-!”
grayson lets out a breathy moan feeling your tongue quickly enter into her hole, massaging your scalp to encourage you to fasten up. she sigh in tandem with her shaking, your tongue doing marvels pleasuring her cunt. her mind spiral, the way your tongue push inside her makes her pussy flutter around you and her warm cum leeks all over your face.
— ♡ sevika
“let me hear you say it.”
sevika let out a breathy laugh, amusement sparkling in her eyes as she watched you squirm on your knees before her like and impatient child. she uncrosses her legs, your eyes meeting with her glistening pussy, pink lips slick with arousal.
“I wanna eat you out.”
sevika chuckled, pushing herself up from her chair to pull her panties down before sitting back and spreading her legs for your kneeling form. you press your lips to her eagerly, making her let out a soft, gentle sigh. you wanted to hear more from her, you are clumsy, not at all that gifted in this sort of subject, but you are doing your best to learn. it was maybe her specific taste, and that she got so technical with it she took a hold of you against her better judgment. bunching up your hair, she gently guided you to press in deeper, to explore her, teaching you what feels best for her, and you follow her lead. such a good girl.
“mhm, that’s it doll, just like that."
she stuttered, mouth hanging open the slightest as you began to move your tongue, up and down, in and out, dipping it into her hole, swirling it around for a tease, and the pulling it back out before doing it all over again. you were messy but the results were satisfying, she came right onto your tongue, pouring more of her cum than you could swallow in one take.
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❥ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • general hcs of the ladies using a vibrator on their s.o.
including: vi, sevika, renata, samira, cassandra
— contains: f!reader, mature content, dom/sub undertones, mistress kink, teasing, bondage, use of toys, hints of dub!con, very slight degrading kink, praising kink, lowercase intended.
— a/n: hi guys! i missed posting here so much. i hope you remember me :) it's good to be back. also, this isn't proof read, so excuse any grammar mistakes. love y'all.
𝐕𝐈 ♡
— vi wasn't particularly fond of the idea of toys. your pink haired girlfriend would refer to them as a replacement for the real thing. she was confident that no toy would be able to make you cum as nicely as she did.
— the game changed when she got home from an obnoxiously difficult chase all around zaun. sweat was dripping from her forehead, knuckles busted and bloodied from beating someone else's face to a pulp. she bursted into your shared bedroom, ready to just pounce on you, needing the comfort of your embrace.
— "fuck, cupcake. fucking shit! i am so done, just need yo- the fuck you're doing, huh?"
— the sight of your spread legs and juicy pussy while you fucked yourself with a purple vibrator was not what vi expected to see. your breath was ragged and frantic as you rode the toy like your life depended on it. vi could tell you were close to cumming.
— "vi...vi...need you, vi..."
— your girlfriend shakes her initial shock away with a huff and a side smirk. she chuckles and you feel the mattress dip with her weight and suddenly she's on top of you, her thigh between your legs, applying more pressure to the vibrator, keeping it still and steady as it buzzed inside your walls.
— "such a naughty girl you are, cupcake...you couldn't wait for me, could you? see...since you want to replace me with plastic, i can put it to good use on you, hmm? no, no...shhh. you wanted to cum, right? you'll be cumming all night long..."
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ♡
— sevika's first time trying out a vibrator with you was for punishment. she felt like you were acting out way too much and she needed to fix your little attitude problem.
— "you are fucking up for my attention, aren't you, (y/n)? fine. since you wanna be a little bitch, come here. i am gambling tonight and you are coming with me, sitting on my lap all night long, getting all attention you need. sounds good to you, princess?"
— sevika had an evil gleam behind her eyes and you could feel yourself shivering. perhaps purposely getting on her nerves wasn't a good idea. you gulped and nodded your head.
— before you both leave the house, she abruptly pulls up your skirt and slips her hand under your panties, her mechanical hand groping your tits as she puts her mouth against your ear, chuckling lowly. you whimper as you feel her fingers roughly toying with your clit.
— "you wanted to be a slut so bad, huh? of course, you're such a dumb brat. you're gonna be squirming on my fucking lap all night long, how does that sound? hmm? good? i don't care if you want it or not. let's see if you can keep quiet while my little toy keeps your little pussy entertained. can you imagine, brat? all those eyes on you...being on my lap like my good little pet...cumming, and cumming, and cumming...all over again..."
— as she spoke, sevika slid a bullet vibrator in your panties, feeling sadistic pleasure in how much you squirmed and whimpered. your eyes were wide, pupils dilated as you anticipated the upcoming night.
— "maybe if you behave, i will fuck you rough and good when we come back. now...compose yourself and let's go."
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 ♡
— ms glasc is a giver, as she herself puts it. her pet knows better than anybody else the true generosity of renata glasc. however, her generosity might be one sided...and to put it: torturous.
— renata was working from home at her office and you craved her attention. you could tell by her seemingly short tempered state that renata was irritated and had pent up tension crawling through her every nerve.
— to further her annoyance, you walked into her office for the third time to ask her to come up to your bedroom. you felt needy and all you could think about was the physical attention of your mistress. she put her paperwork down and glared at you like her pink eyes could swallow you whole. it made you clench your thighs, knowing that look better than anybody.
— "greedy little pet wants mistress' attention so badly she can't wait a fucking minute. i told you i am busy and here you are...no, quiet. i didn't say you could speak, now did i? come here. you know i am so generous, darling...come, come sit on my lap."
— you didn't hesitate to obey and skipped to her, sitting on her strong thighs. renata pulled a yelp out of you as she suddenly used one of her hands to spread your thighs, making you straddle one of her thighs.
— "no underwear? hahahaha. is this all you can think about, getting reduced to my little slave toy? is that it? good little pet. now...let's attend your needs, shall we?"
— her hand quickly undid her tie and pulled it out of her neck. she used it to secure your hands tightly behind your back.
— renata pulled down her mask and kissed you on the lips, her hands grabbing your waist, squeezing tightly as her tongue took dominance over yours. you pathetically bucked your hips, attempting to get some friction from the fabric of her fancy pants. once you were out of breath and whimpering like a pathetic slut, she broke the kiss and reached over the drawer, opening it to get the wand vibrator she kept just for you.
— "you like what you see, pet? i know you do. just look at you...hahahaha. you hear it, darling? only the sound of my little toy makes you try to clench your thighs like the little slut you are. you know i love it. i barely fucking touched you and you are already soaking wet. tsk tsk tsk."
— she then pressed it tightly against your clit, the highest setting sending you over the edge as you began moaning and rolling your hips, your whole body shivering and trembling. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as everything was too much...her smell, the intensity of the toy, her lips and tongue all over your neck, the heat of her thigh beneath your core...
— "keep quiet. this is what you wanted. do not he ungrateful to your mistress! you wanted me to pleasure you. you wanted to cum. so you will cum...you will cum, in fact, until i finish my paperwork. now now, enjoy the ride, darling."
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ♡
— samira was experimental when it came down to intimacies. she was a well travelled bounty hunter and sometimes she'd bring some of her findings to test out in the bedroom with you. in one of her trips around noxus, she found a new magic wand vibrator being sold at a small shop. of course she had to take it home.
— you were in bed with samira on top of you, her hands everywhere on your body as you moaned into her mouth. you've missed her so much and suddenly your wish of killing your lover for disappearing again was gone. all you wanted and needed was her.
— "now, darlin'...ya see there's no need to be mad at me, i always come back home, had to leave in the middle of the night cause duty calls, babe. oh, it was a fifty thousand bounty, it'll be good for us! c'me on, ya know ya can't resist me."
— samira was invested in making you feel good and less mad at her. she went down on you, using her sinful mouth to devour you as nobody could ever do to you. it brought her immense satisfaction to watch you moan and ride her face, chasing your release desperately. she could always make you have mind-blowing orgasms from this.
— "i bought ya a lil somethin', hope ya ain't tired yet, wanna be with ya all night long. i gotta compensate my absence last night, honey."
— when she showed you the vibrator, you bit your bottom lip and whined, begging her to make you feel good. samira licked her lips and positioned herself between your thighs once again.
— "c'me on...my little slut. do ya want this? then spread ya fuckin' legs for me. good girl. now beg for it."
— once samira was satisfied with all your neediness and begging, she chuckled and pressed the head of the wand against your core, doing circular movements, making you feel the vibrations all over. you moaned and arched your back, mouth open as a string of drawn out whimpers and cries fell. you were so sensitive with her previous actions and now this...it was pleasingly too much.
— just as you felt as it couldn't get any more overwhelming, samira stilled the vibrator, keeping it right against your clit as her skilful fingers slid into your dripping pussy, fucking you fast and hard. she laughed out loud as you nearly became undone beneath her, screaming and trying to unconsciously squirm away. "please", "samira", "i am gonna cum", were the only words your brain was capable of forming.
— "awww, ya gonna cum so fast, are ya? told ya, sweets...ya can't stay mad at me, nobody's ever gonna give ya a good fuckin' like i do. your body is mine. ya are mine. all fuckin' mine..."
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 ♡
— cassandra is an elegant woman. she is known for her perfect and schooled posture under any situation. that particular trait turned her into the most cruel tease when she desired to.
— she's had a stressful day at the council and an evening filled with pointless meetings when all she wanted was to come home to her lover. as she finally walked into the bedroom, she offered you a gentle smile as you were laying in bed, waiting for her.
— "oh, hello, my darling. how was your day? good, good. mine? well, tiring. i couldn't wait to come home. i missed you. come, give me a kiss...oh...help me relax, you say? what will you do? ah, anything i want! well, i know something i want..."
— cassandra had you completely stripped for her. your hands were tied to the headboard and your feet were tied spread on the posts. you flustered as this position made you completely exposed to her, your eyes trembling a bit from the shame. the older woman grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
— "you are so gorgeous. i will be watching you, kitten. you are such a good pet...always so willing to please. i will reward you properly."
— you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of the wand vibrator pressed against your folds. cassandra then pulled out her scarf and used it to secure the toy around your thigh. then her slender, gloved fingers came to spread your lips, adjusting it so it was right against your clit. the cold breeze fanning your core was enough to pull a needy whimper out of you.
— "let's turn it on, kitten. you like it, i know you do. that's it, there you go. should we put it on high? no? that's too bad. oooh, there you go. look at you...you can squirm all you want, you can't escape those vibrations, getting your little pussy all wet and ready for mistress."
— cassandra likes sitting on her chair from across the room, drinking her wine as she watches you beg and cum over and over again. her little smirk, dark eyes and dominant presence turns everything worse for you. if you are lucky enough, she'll show you some mercy and join you once she finishes.
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Hello there! i’ve been reading your stuff for a while and your writing is magnificent! May i request HC’s of arcane women reacting to their s/o squirting?
thank you 💝
Arcane Ladies reacting to you Squirting ♥︎
Requested ⇢ Yes/No
Type ⇢ Headcanons ❥, Fem!Reader, Slight Degredation
❤️ Vi didn’t think she was that good when it came to sex since she didn’t have a lot of experience, she always rushed into things so it was like her adrenaline made up for less experience. She did what she wanted with your pleasure in mind. So when she has your legs up over her shoulders with you sitting on the kitchen counter while she’s face first in pussy, her fingers pumping in and out while she’s sucking on your clit it was like everything faded to black. “Ah…Ha..V-Vi..” You struggled to moan out. Everything just felt so good. And she kept going, not giving you a second to breathe or anything. Your stomach started tensing up and your legs felt hard. You were about to cum. You try to push Vi away but it was a really bad attempt. “Vi…Ah…Vi” You choked out. You didn’t want it to happen on the kitchen counter. It would’ve been gross but I didn't care. “Come on now Y/n” She spoke low, going right back to her pace. That got to you and with that you yelped out a moan, your juices going right in Vi’s mouth. She looks up at you in surprise with a huge grin and swallows. Your breathing heavily and trying not to fall while Vi gets up from in front of you, wiping her face. “I didn’t think you had it in you” You felt weird about it but Vi comforted you, going on and on about how many more of those you could give her.
💙 Caitlyn asked if she could experiment on you. Like a test or something. It was weird at first but you didn’t assume the worst with Caitlyn and went for it. You weren’t sure what to expect but it certainly wasn’t planning on Caitlyn having taped a vibrator to your clit while having your hands typed up behind with your face in the pillows. It was almost evil. You felt completely at her mercy and it was nothing you could do but take it. “That’s it Y/n” Caitlyn stood over you playing with your pussy, teasing your opening with her fingers. It was too much, your stomach started twisting and tensing and knotting up. You were about to cum, about to give what Caitlyn was asking for. With a choked out a moan and released all over the bed, leaving a puddle of your cum. You were too out of it to notice Caitlyn’s eyes widen. You coated her hand with your juice and she couldn’t help but taste it. You cringed at the sound of her sucking on her fingers.
💛 You should’ve guessed Mel was up to something when she said that she was hungry. You didn’t think much of it but here you are now lying in your back in the bed while Mel has your legs over her shoulders as she eats you out. You’re not sure how long she had been going at it but your legs felt numb. “Ha..” You choke out, voice raspy from moaning. You were sensitive and it was starting to hurt a little. Mel knew this but just kept eating you out from clit to your entrance. “Ah..ha.ha..” you cried out. Your visions started to get blurry, stomach started twisting up in a know. With your back arching and Mel’s tongue literally fucking you, you released all over the bed and her mouth. She looks up at with a shocked but lustful expression swallowing your juices. “You taste good” Your out of breath and out of mind to even react. She crawls up to you wiping her mouth. “I’m not done with you yet”
🧡 Grayson was still at her office when she called you up there to come visit her. She said she didn’t want to be lonely and your sitting at home all pretty and waiting for her. So now you were sitting in her lap while she peacefully did her leftover paperwork. It was going good until you started to get bored and horny. “…sheriff…” “Hm?” She didn’t look at you but continued with her work. After maybe a minute of silence Grayson looked at you with concern until she saw that look in your eyes and got the hint. She fixed you to where you were now straddling her while seated on on of her thighs. She continued with her work while you got busy. You hugged her neck and start grinding your hips, rubbing your pussy on her thing trying to get some sort of rhythm going. You felt her hand on your back, like it was guiding you. You moaned in her ear, your hips going faster. You should’ve asked for her help. Too late now. It felt good already but it would’ve felt even better with Graysons fingers inside you. You start grinding your hips a bit more just at the thought of her finger you on her desk. You clench your thighs on her, grinding faster as you feel your release coming. Grayson noticed you sudden pace change and whispered in your ear “Cum for me sweetheart” That really hit for you and you released in her thigh, leaving a huge stain in her uniform. You were she wouldn’t mind but it was still embarrassing. Grayson help you ride out your orgasm by holding onto yours hips as you finished. She lifted you up and sat you on her desk and looked at the giant mess you made. “Someone was excited” You cringed in embarrassment and she laughed. It was your first time and that’s her reaction???
🤎 You didn’t know Ambessa had a thing for filming. She had you in between her legs while she fingered you. You had your head leaned back on her shoulder, moaning. At the foot of the bed was a camera recording. It was embarrassing and it made you feel exposed. Ambessa took advantage of that. “Smile for the camera Y/n” She said in your ear, her pace speeding up. Her fingers were huge inside you. She hit the spot everytime and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your body was tensing up and Ambessa could feel you about to cum. “Come on darling, give me what I want” She demanded, using her thumb to rub your clit. At that you lost it, releasing all your juices over her hand with a loud moan. “That’s my good girl.” Ambessa was happy and shocked all at once. She didn’t think you had it in you but she was so glad she got it on camera.
💜 Sevika wasn’t new to this at all. She just never thought you had it in you. Of course she can go round after round but she just never thought about getting one from you. Until one night you both had a steamy make out session on the kitchen counter. Sevika snuck her hand in your pajama shorts. “No panties, huh?” She snickered out using one of her fingers to tease your clit. You moaned, hurrying your face in her neck. She used her mechanical hand to grip your hair, forcing you to look at her. “No, look at me.” She was rubbing your clit, using your wetness to make it more sensitive. She kept teasing your entrance but never made an attempt to penetrate. It felt like punishment. Was it for not wearing panties? A rather harsh punch to your clit got a loud moan from you. She chuckled and continued teasing you. “Ah-Ha..Please..” Sevikas torture on your clit was getting to you. You were trying to not fall off the counter, clinging onto Sevika like your life depended on it. She just kept going, playing with your clit. Your stomach started twisting up in a knot, tensing up. You were about to cum. Sevika felt it so she plunged in her fingers, hitting that spot immediately. This sets you off. With a loud moan you released in her hand, drenching your shorts while Sevika kept pumping into you. “That’s it, good girl.” She pulls out your of shorts, bringing her hand up to your mouth. You get the hint to start sucking. “Can you give me one more? I know you can” Sevika carried you to the bedroom where she surely got multiply orgasms out of you that night.
💟 Renata was working late when you decided to come up to her office and give her a little “surprise”. She wasn’t expecting you to show up in a trencoach with a full lingerie suit underneath but it wasn’t bad. In fact she took full advantage of it. Within minutes the set was discarded somewhere on her office floor. So now here you are trying to keep your knees from buckling on her desk while Renata was sucking on your clit while pumping her fingers inside you at a fast pace. It was like she was trying to get something out of you, which you were sure she most likely was. She stopped the torture in your clit, licking you done your stomach all the way up to your mouth where she shushed your moans with a kiss and whispered “Look at you, taking my fingers so well” You let out a moan. She chuckled and kept sucking hickeys on your neck and her pace never faltered. Your stomach started tensing up, creating a knot. You were close. “Come on, Y/n, give it to me” At that you could hold it in anymore. With a loud whine you released all over her fingers and desk, your juices making a mess everywhere. Renata looks at her hand with a surprised yet lustful face. “Look at what you did” She brought her hand up to your mouth and shoved her fingers in your mouth. You weren’t sure if she was upset or not but after that Renata made you lick up your own mess while gloating about good she fucked you.
🤍 Cassandra was bored and had called you in to entertain her. Being the good partner you were, you tried indulging her. Cracking jokes and what not but that didn’t do anything for her. She motioned for you to ‘Come here’ to which you happily obliged. She had you lie across her lap and she snuck one of her gloved hands in your pants. With you across her lap she had you at her mercy. Reaching to your front she starts rubbing at your entrance, trying to get her glove wet enough. With enough teasing her glove was soaking and she pushed her finger inside. You moaned out in the arm of the chair she was in and she kept going. “Disgusting, you’re letting me fuck you with a glove?” She spat out, keeping her pace and hitting that one spot that drove you crazy. Your muffled moans where getting a bit louder as you hit into to chair. Your start humping back onto her finger looking for some sort of release. The fabric inside felt so good you were ashamed that you were getting off to it. Cass kept hitting that one spot of yours it just felt too good. Your stomach started tensing up and you just couldn’t help yourself. You released all over her hand creating a mess of her glove and dress. Cassandra pulled away and scoffed at you in disgust. It sounded as if she was upset but she was far from it. She took of her glove and stuffed it in your mouth making you “taste yourself”
note: i miss kore :c (seviks)
side note: if you ever feel sad, masterbate. is that too personal?
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I hc that Sevika is a mouth breather. Because the shape of her nose can cause her to have trouble breathing, and her tooth gap being spaced out, makes her teeth pry her mouth open.
Imagine the tiniest snores and if she has good dreams, she has quiet breathy chuckles. (Feel like writing something short for it, this will be canon to the story im writing with chembaroness reader x Sevika)
Coming home late from another slumbering day, Finn had you walking back and forth like the fucking North and South pole meanwhile he sat on his golden throne with pretty whores and sputtering literal shit that makes you question Renata's judgment and not killing dead weight like he puts on the Chem-council.
Locking the door behind you, you take your gear off and trudge to your love's bed. You stood quietly in the doorway, the rise and fall of her soft chest, the tiny snores, and snorts. Sevika looked like she was built by the gods hands, her face plush mouth agape.
Your girlfriend was perfect, with the biggest grin you snap out of it and change into sleepwear. You climb into bed carefully not to stir awake your Goddess, barely in bed, she instinctively grasped you close to her and laid herself on your chest.
Sevika melts more and in an instant falls asleep. You pet her head softly, humming lowly, the warmth on her body created a wave of drowsiness over you, your lids closed you felt yourself drift.
The comfort of your wife's warm breath coming from her mouth and the cute snores lure you into your safe heaven.
*morning*
"Baby...why do you have many photos and videos of me asleep? It's fucking creepy." Sevika looked at one of your files on your gallery, you plucked the device from her calloused hand.
"Cause it's adorable and I got a locked file for more...confidential information." You gave her a short glimpse of the other night when you topped her, looking helpless and babbling with synthetic cum leaking out of her. Many other photos and videos from many nights you made love.
Sevika's face flushed darkly, she lifted you onto her shoulder and said;
"A new week, which means I'll be in charge until next Monday. You're gonna have a long week, sugar."
You had rough and steamy sex in the shower.
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First post here and on ao3 <3
Better than Whiskey
Renata Glasc x Reader. pure smut just for fun and trying shit out
#fanfic#arcane#arcane league of legends#league of legends#smut#renata glasc#sevika#vi arcane#caitlyn arcane#read on ao3#writing#fandom#fanfiction
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Btw I'm les 💕
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༉‧₊˚.Blueberries chapter 7༉‧₊˚.
PAIRING : RENATA GLASC X E
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TW: TORTURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️
minutes, hours, or even days I don’t know how long I’ve been there, on this chair without seeing anyone, cut off from the world.
no window to help me guess what time it is...nothing.
my blister barely feeds me, there’s just a camera in the corner of the room, filming me non-stop.
The more days I live, the more times I lose to be saved, i wonder how renata's doing.. i don’t even know...will she come looking for me?
Don’t dream, I’m just a fling to her...
ah, speaking of the wolf. Sky.
"Ah Elia, how are you today", i can't find any word to answer to her.
"You are not determined to talk...I will help you" She comes to me and kisses me wildly, I have no choice but to let myself do it, disgust makes me want to puke.
"You're cooperative that’s good."
and she starts caressing me everywhere, I know that if I open my mouth I’ll just be punished again.
She takes me by the hair and forces me to look at the camera, then uses several instruments to torture me.... there is blood everywhere in the room.
"Sky stops..."
She doesn’t listen to me and keeps going. I feel like I’m dying.
"Smile for the camera, renata will be happy to see how well I treat you"
"STOP YOUR BULLSHIT" my eyes turn black and my pupils turn pink. She stops and takes note.
"Anger have a huge impact on subject 6782"
impossible. to. release. myself. from. her
I start screaming...it drives Sky crazy and she punches me, blood drips on my clothes.
She finally leaves my cell.
"What a mess."
"Who said that?" i said looking around trying to see where the voice comes from.
"Me"
A human form comes out of the ground, without clothes, skin as black as the shadows and white eyes as well as her hair.
"who the hell are you" i asked.
"Menma, but I’m here to help you, and you’ll help me at the same time" she simply answered
"Why?"
"This woman, Sky is a murderer, before i died and become looking like..this.. she drugged me with shimmer to death followed, so uhm I want to end it with her, and she took your legs so I guess you want to kill her too?"
"I don’t really have a choice."
"Great"
The strange woman broke my chains....
Menma took both my hands and healed me, suddenly all my scars were closed. but their traces still exist.
"focus on this neon, the only light source you have in this room"
By concentrating, the light I absorb enters my body and I feel like I’m reliving it. Is it part of the results Sky was expecting from me ?
"Great now I’m gonna get you out of here, and take you somewhere safe"
"What about Renata..."
"Renata.... Ah yes, I prefer to put you in safety, renata can wait a little longer"
It frustrates me, everything could be simple, I just have to go back and leave this stranger here... but she takes my hand and gives me a hooded coat.
"Put this on, I’ve seen a lot of guys outside, Renata’s looking for you I know her men"
Hood down, menma disappears....
I am alone outside, the world surrounds me, there is too much noise it feels like my hearing has evolved or maybe i'm just loosing my mind, wouldn't be suprising.
Shit, a group of men are calling me.
"Hey you!"
I have to run away from everything but one of the men takes my arm
"Answer when we talk" shows me a poster of a girl with blond hair. "Have you ever seen this person?"
This face. Who is it.... Its features tell me something..
"Uh no, I don’t know this person."
the man who called me, takes my face in his hand, and start to take a closer look, he seems interested by my pink eyes
"you’re using schimmer, aren’t you a little young?"
"Let go of me"
The two men become aggressive and take out their guns and aim at me.
"You’re really aggressive when we were just asking you a question!"
I need to escape i don't feel safe, suddenly i remember what the stranger told me... " if you see a light, focus on it and you'll be able to absorb its power "
I look around as fast as i can when i finally see a shop with neon lights, I use my fingers to suck in the blue light, in a heartbeat my hand grabs the face of the masked man and my power goes into his eyes, his mouth and his nose, his face goes from white to neon blue, my power consumes him to the soul, his muscles disappear.
I completely destroyed his muscles, his musculature disappeared, he's now thin.
As he falls to the ground, only his skull remains.
Well that was my first murder.
And i have no regrets, I watch his friend panic. I get closer to his ear "I advise you to leave me alone if you don’t want to end up like him"
His friend leaves screaming.
Mhm Pathetic.
I’m dizzy, what’s going on ..... my vision is blurring I’m losing control, I feel like i'm about to pass out, fuck...
I wake up sweating, still in that chair...
Great, it was a nightmare, i'm still trapped.
"Ah, you’re awake," the stranger told me as she came out of the ceiling, her white eyes transpersed me.
"What have you done to me...?"
"Menma, that's my name, and meh, i didn't do much"
My body, still in chains, hurts....
"If you want to find your loved one so badly, you’ll have to activate your survival instinct and manage to leave, but for that...you need willpower"
"I HAVE!" while purple veins emerge around my eyes
"Anger leads to nothing, you have to be strategic"
"But how?"
"All you have to do is figure it out, aren’t you tall?"
Shit...how am I gonna.....
"You just fell asleep, you never ran away and I never broke your chains, only you can get out, good luck E"
Menma disappears, I find myself alone again.
A few hours later, Sky comes back, she looks angry, I lay low, i need to stay quiet to have a chance to get the fuck out of here.
She grabs my jaw and forces me to look at it, moving my hands realising that my chains are less tight I can easily get out of it but I wait for the right moment.
'You know...you impress me, I haven’t had a lot of guinea pigs that hold so long-
IT'S TIME, suddenly I get out of my chains and I push it on the ground, my eyes pass to blacks and my pupils to fluorescent pink.
"You never stop!" she says to me.
I put my hands around her neck to end it, but she gives me a violent blow in the gut, I spit blood, menma was right, my survival instinct will help me.
I look around me and i see on the table a pair of scissors, Sky hardly has time to get up that I plant it in her chest, blood gushes, I remove it to plant it in her neck.
the ground is now filled with blood.
I quickly take a look at me at the mirror and i look absolutely pathetic with my black shorts torn and bandages on my chest, I didn't have enough time to learn how to properly walk again but it’s going to stop me.
I sprint to regain my freedom, quickly I feel that I am close.
I need to go faster.
I run much faster with these new legs, but there are so many doors, i think i'm lost...
"Keep going you are close" Menma says to me appearing on my side.
And she’s right, I turn my head to the right, there’s an exit! I keep running the door is locked, damn it!
Menma comes out of the ground, and unlock it with her power.
"this is your only chance." she said, very seriously.
I run even faster, and I use my shoulder to open the door.
I try to catch my breath, it’s hot...
I raise my head to take a look at where i am.. a burning sun and around me.... a desert? I was in a bunker all this time isolated from zaun?
"You are not very far from a town I suggest you go very quickly, the sun burns and you have no protection against the heat, no water and food aswell, you could be dying quickly" Menma says to me.
"Great...well let’s go."
"I’ll be your compass," she told me
"very well..."
And I started my way to this town that Menma spoke to me, I hope i won't die on the way...
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Dogsong | Sevika/Reader
Explicit
10.6k
F/F
CW: breathplay, mild daddy kink, lesbian smut, no y/n use
AO3 (read here for correct texting format)
High-energy evenings in Zaun melted down and metamorphosed into bustling and boisterous nights. Laborers swarmed from their day jobs tired and grumbling, eager to shake off the stench of a hard day's work with an even harder pint of hooch. The last rays of sunshine retired beneath the horizon; neon streaked the Lanes, picking up the slack where natural light abandoned its role. Buskers and ruffians bathed in magenta and mint hustled blue collar workers and businessmen alike. Black market vendors screamed over drummers to fence their hottest products before closing. Jericho's food stall was packed to the brim with Zaunites of every race imaginable starving for their last meal of the day. But The Last Drop? Closed for the night.
The bar-turned-nightclub was the landmark halfway point in your designated path home from work. The chartreuse lights blinked on one by one as the giant drew close to opening every night. Once the last light flickered on, the club was open to scrounge every last cog out of its dedicated patrons. Tonight, the cyclops slept. No lights and no patrons lined up around the corner waiting for the doors to open. The owner was preoccupied with more pressing matters this Friday evening.
How did you know that? The same reason your evening walk home was as peaceful as they came, even around the shadiest crevices of the Lanes. You'd witnessed muggings and assaults before, dodged solicitors and chem-stunted drug dealers seeking to become your next plug. Zaun's infamous crime lord, Silco, ruled with a more notorious underboss as his right hand—your girlfriend, Sevika. And your relationship with her had its perks. She made doubly sure that your usual trek home was safeguarded by her underlings hidden in plain sight. A watchful weapons salesman here, a nodding thug there. "Zaun royalty" was as close a descriptor as anything else.
When you entered your condo on Zaun’s Promenade level, you knew Sevika had only left recently. Wisps of cedarwood cologne clung to the foyer and living room and trailed back into the bedroom. Last year's name day gift to her—a custom, earthy note mastercrafted from Renata Glasc herself. You were thankful for the connection since you'd had next to no experience with fragrances on your own. Still, as infrequently as she sprayed the unique, luxurious scent, it left you yearning for her all the same.
An important business dinner whisked her away tonight. Normally, you were invited to events as her plus one, and her boss, Silco, would regard you with a gentle cant of his head. Tonight? The final stages of new business dealings—no outsiders allowed. Fair enough.
You still pouted at her yesterday when she had relayed the news. Sevika wasn’t immune to your perfected puppy-dog eyes, a skill you picked up from the very hounds you bred and trained in your profession. She placated you with a kiss on the forehead and the promise of dinner at one of Zaun’s finest establishments tomorrow night. At least you had that to look forward to after a long week and barely any time alone with her.
Sevika had left her discarded clothing and towels scattered from the bedroom to the bathroom, and you rolled your eyes at once again having to remind her to pick her shit up. A quick scolding text would suffice, but you decided against it. She probably left in a hurry again, and she wouldn't answer anyway. Rarely had the opportunity when discussing business.
Under steaming water, you showered, scrubbed away any lingering dog fur and hidden slobber. The relief was instant and welcome, but as water pounded your face and neck, you found yourself missing a pair of hands on you. You didn’t shower together often; between your schedules and Sevika’s disdain for hot showers, there wasn’t much opportunity. Friday was your dedicated time together in preparation to spend most of the night at The Last Drop. And Janna, did she know how to use her hands during that time.
Where would she have ventured tonight? What winding road would she have traveled? Which muscles would she have massaged first? Back, traps, deltoid? How far down would she have dragged her lips? You shivered at ghostly memories caressing your neck, your shoulders and hips. Arched into the imaginary fingertips under your breasts and across your ribs. Held still at the phantom hand nestled between your thighs—
But it was far, far too early to get carried away. She'd be back before the twenty-second bell, right?
Out of the shower, you stole a shirt from Sevika's armoire and paired it with your own underwear. Your shared bed was a mess of cream sheets and burgundy blankets that neither of you had time to straighten. You didn't mind the mess as much when you flopped onto the bed and snuggled into Sevika’s pillow. Her lingering scent, smoke and spice, rose proper butterflies in your belly. And with those butterflies, memories of your first encounter fluttered back.
You had met over two years ago. Ungrateful new owners and teething puppies made your week worse than hell, and that pushed you to craving a drink or five at the first watering hole you laid your eyes on. The Last Drop loomed in the distance with a "Grand Reopening" sign, so you shrugged and took your place in line.
New ownership—a middle-aged man with a timid adoptive daughter he doted on—had seized control after the previous owner's mysterious disappearance and death. The heady club atmosphere didn't match his gaunt, professional demeanor. The homely vibe was rendered extinct, usurped with neon and black lights. Exotic dancers shared a newly-built stage with underground indie rock bands, entertaining patrons drifting under the influence of a new street drug called "shimmer."
You'd taken solace at the end of the bar—ordered and enjoyed your first shot of vodka, no chaser, to wash down the anger and frustration. The squirrelly bartender eyed you closely when you quickly waved for a second shot. You were a lightweight and it took no time for the alcohol to kick in. You rimmed the second glass as a reminder to pace yourself.
The crowd and bass had been deafening. Pool balls cracked behind you in a rowdy game of nine-ball. Players swore and roared insults across the table over a heated poker game in the distance. Your guard lowered, easily lost in the music and bluster.
A piscine Vestayan male had approached you and leaned against the bar in your personal bubble. Glanced you up and down, licking his chops and flicking his barbels. Asked how your day was. You initially clocked him as bad news and hindsight confirmed that.
Short answers didn't cut it for him. Neither had telling him to go fuck his mother sideways with a rusty axe. His webbed, moist fingers landed on your shoulder, and when you jerked away and attempted to stand, they wrapped your upper arm. The strength in his grip was herculean, and you immediately regretted even venturing out for the night.
You had broken his hold enough to attempt an escape but bumped into someone solid behind you. A tall and dark-skinned woman with a strong nose and full lips had inserted herself between you. She took a final swig of her drink, then set it on the bar like it was a piece of fine antique glassware. Glanced the guy up and down before tilting up her chin.
The music had drowned most voices out, but you heard her rumble clear as day. "Is there a problem here?"
The guy's barbels flickered again. He released your arm, shook his head, and slinked off like the plague rat he really was. No argument, no fight, no challenge.
Before you'd taken the second shot, she stopped you and asked to buy you a drink instead. You scowled until she mentioned the drink had been spiked when your attention was diverted. One furtive glance, and the bartender immediately discarded it without a word. The entire ordeal made you want to leave and sulk in your bedroom for the rest of the night.
Sevika, as she had introduced herself, was persistent in a way unlike the asshole from before. She didn't press the drink more than once but sat with you for over three hours at the bar and chatted you up until you released the tension in your shoulders and jaw. Growing up in Zaun accustomed you to a certain flavor of brusque speech but never with the level of humor Sevika peppered in.
As the night carried on without issue and you planned to leave, she had offered to walk you home. You hesitated until you realized how much bigger and taller she was than other patrons in the club. There was no telling who you'd run into on the way back home, so you did what you thought was best and accepted the offer.
Vague conversation had colored the walk home. Your apartment at the time was over a mile away from the club, so you were thankful for the company in the dead of night. Sevika strolled a safe distance from you, never invaded your personal space, nor did she seek anything in return. She was, however, persistent.
"Drink offer's still open if you're interested."
You'd told her you'd consider it.
The smirk she'd given you was telling, like she already knew the answer you'd give. She fished an unfinished joint from a tin in her pocket.
Inhaled.
Exhaled plumes through the nose.
"The bartender, Thieram? Ask for me if you're ever at the Drop again. I'm there most nights."
"Most nights? Why so often?"
She'd laughed, drawing your blush at what you assumed was a rather stupid question.
"Guess you'll have to find out."
She'd taken a final drag, flicked the roach into the pavement across the way, and wished you good night.
You'd taken up her offer the next night.
It wasn’t extravagant or any novel-esque version of a meet-cute. A bad week at work and a pushy asshole brought you together purely by chance. Sevika didn't tolerate harassment in her club, and she thought you looked pissed off enough to strangle a gigalodon. Had plenty of bark between your teeth, she said, but lacked the bite to back it up.
And she was absolutely smitten with it.
You hugged Sevika's pillow closer, memories drifting as a Piltie drama slurred in the background.
Bzzt, bzzt!
Your phone stirred you out of nodding off. You unlocked it and checked the notifications. Sevika?
Should have smoked before this shit…
Poor baby. Dinner must have been stale. You typed up a response.
that bad?
It's bad. Fucking piltie. Won't stop bragging about his summer home and horse stables in the countryside…
ugh, another, seriously?
Good for business. Unfortunately…
details?
Sevika's responses were quick. You imagined her resting her chin on her bronze fist, right hand typing away under the table as a haughty socialite bored the group. You couldn't picture Chross having any patience for such gloating bullshit. And Smeech? Likely snapping his jaws and stroking his short beard.
You mean besides his apparent connections to Demacia? Nah. Don't have em all yet, go fucking figure. I might fall asleep at this rate…
I'll keep you company bear~
What would I do without you?
oh I dunno, I could prob list about 17 things…
Shut up lol
Sevika's following texts staggered in. Bouts of instant messages would follow minutes-long periods of utter silence. The updates for the meeting proved to be entertaining at the very least. Silco sat unamused. Renata picked at her nails while Eramis picked at his food. The new dealer droned on about the partnerships he garnered topside and how much wealth and prosperity he could provide Zaun. The man had his head crammed up his own ass, Sevika said, but Silco at least straightened in his seat once talks of shimmer exchanges with Demacian black markets commenced.
Despite the spicy entertainment, boredom set in for you as well. There was nothing else on TV save for the usual Friday night drama or movie. Any friends you had were more than likely busy with their usual weekly activities, as you would have been. You stared at your phone, hoping and willing for a text from Sevika to come in after your last response. None did.
Still, you could garner her attention. She may be stoic and gruff oftentimes, but she'd raise an eyebrow at a few salacious words, two if you were lucky. Why not roll the dice?
Vikaaa… how much longer? really been missing your hands all day
It was a start, and you buried yourself deeper into your blankets eager for a response. Sevika didn't enjoy texting much. It was tedious for her, too slow and monotonous where a simple phone call would suffice. Not to mention, she could only text with one hand. While she'd past gotten accustomed to gauging the grip strength of her metal prosthetic, her fingers proved a different challenge altogether. "Claws" were more accurate as she'd unintentionally gouged at least three phone screens by now. If not for you, she wouldn't text at all. You were grateful she'd made an exception for your disdain of most phone calls.
Still, the wait was agonizing. Minutes sailed by and you drifted before the indicator danced on Sevika's side of the conversation.
Yeah? Funny. I was just thinking about wrapping my hand around that pretty little neck of yours. Squeeze just a bit so I can hear you struggle to breathe.
Sevika may not have enjoyed texting, but she certainly wasn't terrible at it. You grazed your neck right where she would normally place her hand. Yours wasn't big enough.
dont you wanna hear me choke on your fingers instead?
You wet your lips thinking about Sevika's fingers exploring your mouth. Brushing your lower lip, stroking your tongue. You crossed one leg over the over, smashing your thighs together as Sevika's response came in.
Careful, sweetheart. Keep talking like that and I'll have you choke on my dick.
Would that have been so bad? You didn't think so.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Tell me where you want my hands first.
You swallowed hard. Playing hardball already only to dangle it over your head like a carrot. If that didn't say much about Sevika, you didn't know what else did. But fine, you could deal for now.
everywhere fucking everywhere. want your hands down my back, squeezing my throat, my tits, my ass, janna, I really want you playing with my tits right now
Your thoughts soared as wildly as a cliff-shrike’s first flight. Sevika's caress was calculated. She knew where to glide her hands to make you sing, where to prod her claws to make you growl. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't emulate her precision and poise. And her size? Out of the question. Your feeble attempt now was another failure for the books. A pinch at your nipple and clit coaxed a moan from you, but you still heard Sevika's usual croon of "patience" in the back of your mind.
Hadn't you been patient enough? You'd been waiting all day, hell, all week, and dragging your thumb over your clit for an ounce of relief grinded your nerves to ash. You huffed. If you had to suffer, then so did Sevika; it was only fair. You gathered your bearings enough to type a follow-up.
and your fingers? fuck I'm getting so wet thinking about them. want em in and around my mouth, pinching my nipples, buried in my cunt…
You set the phone down and breathed deeply. You wanted to do more, tease more, show Sevika what she was missing being away right now. You bit your bottom lip as you contemplated. Sevika would never say no to any selfies of you, even if they were sent at the most inopportune moments. Hell, if anything, they'd rile her up even more. Couple that with the danger of opening them around prying eyes, and you had a recipe for disaster.
You tugged your underwear down your hips and rested them at mid-thigh, exposing yourself to cool air and crisp sheets. From memory, you mimicked where Sevika would glide her hands in habitual order: jaw, sternum, hips, ribs, breasts. Between your thighs, a gentle tease, before running one finger right up your slit.
A sigh crept from your lungs.
You grabbed your phone—Sevika still hadn’t texted you—and snapped a quick photo of yourself. Your lower half, hand buried beneath a mound of hair, right on display. With minimal internal debate, you shifted positions for a second and caught your full-length mirror in your periphery. Perfect. With some adjusting, you knelt, bent over face down, and snapped a photo of your cunt and ass up on full display. Not at all an unfamiliar position. Satisfied, you shuttled them off into the void with a message:
missing you
It took no time at all before you saw the texting indicator bounce once more. Sevika's response, however, was delayed. She texted, then stopped and repeated the pattern three more times. What stole her attention so suddenly? A new proposition? A conversational shift? Maybe a nosy chem-baron spying over her shoulder?
At long last, her response dropped in and the corner of your lip lifted.
fuck
…Or she was speechless. That worked too.
Pride puffed your chest. With any luck, you'd rile Sevika up so much that she'd have no choice but to fold you into the compromising positionings you photographed yourself in. It wasn't the first time you tested the waters with an exhibitionist stunt like that. Certainly wouldn't be the last.
You'd often hung out with Sevika at The Last Drop on Friday nights. Amateur poker players—who were much too busy coveting what wasn’t theirs to keep their cog purses from drying up—dared to ogle you as you sat perched on her lap. You stared and winked at the spineless ones all while murmuring sweet nothings in your girlfriend's ear. They'd tug at their collars, lick cracked lips, swish their ragged tails like they had any chance in hell. Tunnel vision prevented them from gawking at your little grinds on Sevika's thigh. That or she glared daggers at them when you did. She was never bothered, only playfully whispered for you to knock it off in a voice so husky that you didn't mind the threat to pay you back in her private office upstairs.
Your phone vibrated right before you aimed to toss it across the bed. While you expected another text, a quick glance at the screen flashed Sevika's name with a heart next to it.
A phone call? Now?
You answered. "Didn't think you could talk right now, bear."
"You're a fuckin' menace, you know that?" she drawled, halfway between a growl and purr.
If only she could see you humorously twirling a lock of hair at that.
"Know who almost saw that? Take a guess."
You scrunched your nose. "Chross?" Gross.
"Nope."
"Please not Silco…" You didn't think you could face that man again if he ever saw those images. It was a dangerous game you played, sure, but anyone but him.
Her silence spoke volumes and your stomach dropped at least fifty feet. Of all the people…
"...Sev, I'm serious."
Sevika snickered. "I'm fuckin' with you. Nah, not Silco. Glasc."
Renata? That was more than a relief. Still, she'd throw you a sly glance across a dinner table the next time you saw her, but she wouldn't judge you for it. You may have only been acquaintances, but she was more than open about the certain… souvenirs she claimed from her own sexual escapades.
"Came at the perfect time. Needed a break and a smoke." On cue, you heard the crackle of embers from Sevika's inhale. "But don't think I didn't have anything for you. Check your messages."
You pulled away from your phone to do just that. She had—two images—and excitement trilled up your spine as you gaped at them.
Sevika took them in a restroom that was nearly as nice as the basic ones you'd seen topside. Soft lighting highlighted her dusky, brown skin well, accentuating a strong jawline and the sharp bridge of a once-broken nose. Jet-black hair was fashioned into its usual top knot with a few loose strands framing her face. The lower half brushed her shoulders and warned of an upcoming haircut. The black button-up she wore was crisp and tailored, one sleeve missing to accommodate her bronze arm, the other rolled up to her elbow to flaunt corded muscle in her forearm. The first button on the shirt remained unbuttoned, and you licked your lips at the tease of skin leading down her chest. Your eyes followed and you took note of the simple elegance of the dark brown waistcoat protecting her broad, muscular chest. Her gaze fixated on the phone carefully cradled in her claws.
You swallowed hard at the next image as another long drag crackled in your ear.
The hand clutching the phone hadn't moved, but Sevika's attention did. Light wolf-grey eyes bore holes in the mirror. Where her free hand had been jammed in her pocket previously, now it was thrust into the front of her undone black chinos. Unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped. Free from the confines, she displayed the gunmetal grey boxer briefs proudly. And with that display came the delicious glimpse of brown skin and trail of dark hair that snuck into her underwear.
Sevika was unbelievably handsome—suited up, naked, or any state of undress in-between.
The cherry on top? She was packing. The slight bulge in her underwear commanded your attention, made you salivate. Janna only knew you wanted to grind your ass against that. Or maybe worship with your lips.
"Don't get quiet now. You had so much to say earlier. What was it? You wanted my fingers in and around your mouth?"
A "yes" slipped between your lips like a snake's slither and so did your hand slither between your thighs again. Your eyes fluttered closed.
"Wanted them sheathed in that fucking pussy?"
You choked out a moan. A barely noticeable hitch in Sevika's breath coaxed a tug at the corner of your lip.
"Answer me," Sevika said, voice hardening.
You scrambled to find your own voice as you rolled your hips and lifted one leg. "Mhmm…" you started, attempting a pathetic nod Sevika would never see. "Want 'em deep. So fuckin’ deep."
Sevika sighed deeply. "Baby?"
The way her voice lilted forced your eyes open.
"I want you to stop touching 'til I get home. Can you do that for me?"
Like the hounds you trained daily, your ears perked. You'd grown accustomed to the intention and inflection in her voice and even caught the hint of a smirk at the end. Despite the honey dripping off her words, it was a command, no mistaking it. And though it coaxed a strained whine from your throat, no command she made ever came without buildup towards a worthy payoff. Sevika rewarded patience, after all.
Your words caught in your throat, but you pushed through. “Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
A quick smile broke through. So that's how she wanted to proceed? Considering the long week, you'd definitely play along. Your chest heaved and breath hitched before you spoke the words that served as a verbal handshake to start your "game."
“Yes, Daddy…”
The quick laugh that followed was broken—deep, breathy, a growl of triumph. Shifting fabric crinkled in your ear with a sharp inhale following suit. “That’s my good girl.”
And while you longed for a follow-up to her praise, you received nothing but silence in return. Sevika’s breath still lingered with the occasional drag of her joint. But there was nothing else you could perceive.
…Until you listened closely. Sevika was experienced, a master of controlling her own body. You’d seen as much when she threw rear hooks at the punching bag in your spare room or armlocked sparring partners at the gym. Years of boxing and mixed martial arts trained her to a level of discipline you only coveted. Breath control came to her easily. Well, normally, it did. “In through the nose, out through the mouth” was what she taught you, but her breaths now contradicted her advice. Shaky, uneven, so subtle that she may have been trying to hide it.
And then it clicked.
You tightened your grip on your phone, then released it to trap it between your ear and the bed. You lay there, paralyzed under the fear that if you breathed the wrong way or uttered a word that she’d stop. You shut your eyes and listened. It was a private show in your mind’s eye—Sevika with her hand jammed in her boxers, undulating her touch between her folds, abs flexing with every jerk. Lips parted, the small and cute gap between her front teeth peeking through. Attention focused on nowhere but her own actions.
And you couldn’t do a single thing.
You clamped your thighs together, moist from your slick. No touching… Now it was evident why she voiced the command.
Every Zaunite swear rolled past her lips as she lost herself in her ministrations, and you couldn't help but let a pathetic sigh escape yours.
Sevika shifted and the sudden sound of her belt clinking against the counter startled you. “What I wouldn’t give… to have you on your knees right now.”
Straight to the point. Straight to your cunt.
“Have you look up at me with those pretty eyes. And that pretty fucking mouth.”
There were more than a few occasions that you both had slipped away for a few precious moments during a business dinner. Lips met tongue met neck. Knees deadened in genuflection on carpet or hard marble, primed for worship. Sevika's breath hot in your ear that she’d forgotten what you tasted like and needed a reminder. If you had attended tonight, you'd bet your life savings you'd have had your face stuffed between her legs as you stared up at her with stars in your eyes.
“You better not be touching right now,” she warned playfully.
“‘M not…” you whispered back. It was hard. So fucking hard to keep your hands balled into the sheets instead buried in your cunt. Patience, a waiting game, and you relaxed as you grew tired and started to drift. “Not touchin’.”
Sevika let a strained groan rip from her chest. She was finished, and the jingle of her belt confirmed as much. As she came down from her high, she inhaled deeply. “What I wouldn’t give… to have you clean me up right now.” Her words echoed twice in your head as your world went black. You would clean her, tongue only, licking up every stray drip of slick that rolled down her muscular thighs. Silence festered between you for a spell, allowing you to delve deeper into the thought until she spoke once more. “Gotta head back. See you when I get home, cariño.”
You drifted into the abyss, your declaration of love dying on your tongue as the call ended.
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The front door's lock clicked in the distance, and the instinctual bout of anxiety burned away as you realized what it was. Not an intruder, but your girlfriend returning from her business dinner at… first bell? Fuck, she was late. Memories of her earlier words quickly stamped out any surfacing annoyance.
Sevika shut the door and locked it, kicked off her boots, and threw her keys and something else onto the kitchen counter. Despite her size, she ambled silently through the condo, and it was only her usual sigh of relief that allowed you to track her movements to the bathroom. She used the sink, likely washing her hands and face before letting out another exhale that was muffled through a towel. The same routine you committed to memory through a sleepy haze for months prior. The same routine that ended when she finally poked her head into your bedroom.
Her eyes darted between you and the TV before she raised a brow.
"Thought you'd be asleep by now," she said.
"Is that why you told me 'no more touching'?"
Sevika approached and sat on the edge of the bed to hover over you, trapping you between her hands.
"Wasn't expecting it to be that long, baby. Dinner went over an’ our debrief at the Drop took longer than usual too." You scrunched your face in mock annoyance as she leaned in and settled at your collar. "But… I'm here now. So lemme make it up to you."
Sweet citrus undertones intermingled with herbal cigar and her own natural, smoky scent. Memories of your late-night parting kisses outside your old apartment wafted back like pleasant dreams. For a few precious seconds, you shut your eyes, craning your neck to submit to her. And just like old times, you trailed your fingers at her waist before raking your nails up her spine, drinking in the guttural groan at your collar.
Sevika kissed a pathway up your neck and along your jawline before she pulled away just enough to leave her own lips out of reach. Even through the soft, amber ambiance of the room's light, her eyes sparkled with genuine interest. The arcane scars on her left cheek glittered, silky under your fingertips.
"Hi, sweetheart," she said.
A sweet smile tugged at your lips. "Hi, bear."
Sevika closed the distance. Your foreheads knocked, breath mingled, and before her beautiful, dark lips could capture yours in a kiss, you halted her advance with a single finger.
"Uh uh. I know you saw that mess you left out when you came in…"
She sighed, shut her eyes at your light scolding.
"...so please. Pick your shit up and then maybe I'll keep playing with you."
When you let go and she opened her eyes again, her face twisted in half-amusement and half-apology, a cute and unguarded expression she reserved only for you. The twitch in her lips revealed her desire to retort, but ultimately she conceded.
"’M sorry. Woke up late, was in a rush."
"Baby, I told you I was working later today and wouldn't be able to wake you up. Some of the pups are having teething and potty issues this week."
"I know, I know," she murmured against your lips. "Slept through three of my alarms. I'll pick it up. All of it."
"You fucking better," you said, teasing her lips with yours before you steal a kiss. She wasn't caught off guard in the slightest. In fact, she was ready for it, leaned into it with all the bravado of someone who missed a long lost love. When you had your fill, you pulled away with her bottom lip in tow. "Now, stop stalling."
Sevika grumbled in protest. She pecked the corner of your mouth before retreating and snatching the first articles of her discarded outfit from the bedroom floor. The action was entirely juvenile, not at all indicative of the type of person Sevika presented publicly, but well within the line of her subtle humor you grew to love.
Regardless of said task, you couldn't help but break out a smile as you followed her out of the bedroom and into the hallway, a flighty bounce in every step. You tried to hide it as she glowered at you.
With her dirty boxer briefs in hand, she finally spoke. "The hell you smilin’ about?"
"Just find it funny," you said, circling her. "How much you harp on me about being patient. And yet… here you are, having to wait yourself."
Sevika clearly didn't find the predicament humorous. With an upturned brow, she flung her boxers at your face. You didn't have time to react and your head became a makeshift hamper. She choked out a laugh as you tore them off and threw them back at her.
You tailed her through the condo as she picked up her discarded nightwear and towels and tossed them in the hamper. The final destination was your bathroom and you leaned against your sink, biting your lip, suddenly drawn into Sevika’s chosen outfit for the occasion.
“What?” she said. “See somethin’ you like?”
Quite an understatement.
Photos didn’t do her justice. You couldn't help but rove your eyes over her. Her shirt and pants accentuated her toned musculature in a way that made you lick your lips. The getup fit her well, looked comfortable, and even masked her usual disdain for dressing up to “kiss businessman ass.”
You’d once made an offhand comment about how great she’d look in a vest. Her effort clearly didn’t disappoint. For someone who hated dressing up? Damn, did she exceed expectations.
Sevika rolled her eyes and motioned to undress herself. You caught her wrist in yours. Laced your fingers and squeezed as you lowered them both. She raised a brow, eyes searching yours. She was so eager to rid herself of her clothes, but you couldn’t bear letting her tear herself out of them so hastily.
Not so soon.
Not yet.
"Let me?"
She canted her chin. Studied you.
You released her hand and mapped out a path with deft fingers. Up her right thigh, ghosting over her zipper to her hip, relishing the flare of her nostrils. The bathroom light twinkled off the waistcoat's buttons as you ascended over them, each resounding with a simple tap when you flicked them. You traced the visible shirt buttons upwards, stopping at her sternum where it flared open. Beautiful brown skin starred with small freckles and moles gave way where you pressed. You glided over her neck, felt her throat bob when she swallowed. The scar on her left cheek shimmered under your touch, silky aqua and turquoise marbling that guided you back down her jaw and neck. Back to the second button on her shirt to finally undo it.
You looped the button through its hoop and more of Sevika's skin became available for you to dusk your lips over. Her audible exhale drove you further as you released the third. More skin, more area to cover with gentle and practiced kisses. If you could cover every inch of her chest, you would. Stain her, mark her, claim her with the most seductive shade of lipstick you owned. A rich burgundy that matched her favorite poncho would suffice, wouldn't it?
While you kept your mouth busy at her chest, you released every button on her shirt and waistcoat. As much as you desired to roll them off her shoulders, you kept them on, admiring how they framed her over her dark sports bra. You scored down her taut abs with your nails until you found and fiddled with her belt. A bit of handiwork made releasing it trivial, and it clinked beneath you both as you left it undone to fumble for the button at her pants. Unbuttoned and unzipped, her pants lay open and free for you to graze fingertips at the waistband of her boxer briefs. You glanced down. A subtle bulge hidden beneath dark grey.
A cold, metal hand teased your waist, found purchase at the small of your back, spurring you on. From her waistband, your touch rose up her lower abs, pressed against them to coax the slight give and jerk of her muscles. She was solid underneath you, honed and sculpted like an athlete carved out of Pentelic marble. You rebuffed any muttered insult of her being a brute. She wasn't, far from it. Mixed martial arts and boxing kept her in shape, but her intimidating size and strength only belied her gentleness with you behind closed doors. Besides, would a brute have enough patience and self-control to handle the pressure of being Silco's right hand? The weight of being heir to the metaphorical throne?
Sevika flicked her tongue over the corner of her top lip when you feathered the dark hair that vanished into her boxers. Your final descent brushed over that trail, crept over the bulge at the apex of her thighs. The metal hand at your back pulled you closer. Sevika lowered her head to rest at your shoulder and you caught the tail end of a guttural groan at your ministrations.
She inhaled. Deeply. Her lips latched to the juncture of your jaw and neck. Her rumble deepened, hips angled into your touch.
"Cariño…"
It was your turn to smile. You knew where to touch and prod, the correct tempo and intensity to render Sevika putty in your hands. She melted when you tugged at silky, black hair. Let her lips part and drag across your cheek until they met with yours. It was cute how hard she tried to reel it in and keep her control, how hard she tried to stifle the jerk of her hips. You congratulated yourself for the effort… until she spoke against your lips to render your work undone.
"Turn around for me?"
Tone relayed the intended message. It sent a shiver crackling up your spine that halted your movements. Surprise quickly morphed into latent arousal. Why keep her waiting when you could smell the direction this was turning?
Her grip loosened enough for you to adjust yourself. You turned, slowly, and faced the mirror to watch her rise to her full height behind you. Sevika held several inches over most human men in Zaun and a full head over you. The toughest men who frequented The Last Drop tucked their tails at her size and strength. With you? She was as harmless and cuddly as a teddy bear. And she proved as much when she wrapped her arms around you and squeezed for good measure.
She buried her nose into the crook of your neck and shoulder, planted open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck and into your jawline. In pure Sevika fashion, she tipped your jaw to give herself more access to the column of your throat. You couldn't help the giggles that fell from your lips, and she followed suit with a few chuckles of her own.
Any words you would have spoken were lost in a whispered sigh as she nuzzled right against your ear and spoke. "Been missin’ you all night."
And your heart somersaulted out of its cage.
Your eyes caught Sevika's in the mirror—predatory, wolf-like—irises pushed to the edges by pupils blown wide. She stared back at you. Mischief brewed underneath as the corner of her mouth tweaked upwards. She pulled you in closer, ran her full lips up the nape of your neck.
"Tell me again where you want my hands, beautiful."
Fuck, her voice. Like a growl soaked in arousal. You shifted, aiming to turn around but she kept you in place. All you wanted was to steal her breath from her lungs, make her speak those words again into your mouth. Consume every consonant and vowel as sustenance.
Her hands roamed and if you didn't give her an answer, she'd probably decide for you. So, you dredged up your earlier conversation and relayed it back to her.
"My… my mouth."
"Yeah?"
You nodded pathetically. She obliged.
Her left arm stayed wrapped around your waist. She brought her right hand up to lift your chin. Examined you in the mirror, turned your head this way and that like she was contemplating what to do with you. Finally, she tutted and smiled.
"Such a pretty girl." She thumbed your bottom lip and you flicked your tongue out to graze it. She didn't mind in the slightest, even encouraged it by dipping in to brush the inside of your lip. When you wrapped your lips around her thumb, she allowed you for all of ten seconds before removing it and painting your chin with your saliva. "With a pretty fucking mouth, too. Don't you think?"
Another nod, and she nipped the shell of your ear.
"I wanna hear you say it, baby. Tell me." She squeezed you gently for emphasis.
You sighed, cheeks flaring with the words floating in your mind. "I… I have a pretty fucking mouth."
Sevika snickers and kisses you in three places. Lightning bolts on inflamed skin. "Good girl. Now, open." Her fingers slid across your lips, waiting for the access that you granted immediately.
Her index and middle split in your mouth, taking residence on either side of your tongue. You teased between both before running up the middle finger. You swirled it left, pulled it center, sucked it like your life depended on it. You repeated the same for her index. Her fingers were devoid of any distinct flavor, but if you thought hard enough, you feigned the savor of your dripping cunt from memory alone.
You sucked and sucked and sucked on her fingers, bobbing slowly as you maintained eye contact with the owner of the wolfish grin in the mirror. One draw of her fingers withdrew them far enough to let your saliva dribble down your lip and chin. You cleaned up as much as you could, but the rest streaked and smeared as Sevika removed herself completely to cup your chin, then your cheeks.
That same hand made the agonizing trip down your neck and chest to graze over your pert nipples peeking through the large shirt. The breath you inhaled made her stop, and her stopping made you whine in protest.
"Think I remember you wanted my hands on your tits. That true?"
While your head was swimming through the heady haze of arousal, you'd have been remiss to not notice both her hands at the hem of your shirt easing their way up. Each second she waited for a response made the trip more leisurely. Typical Sevika behavior. She was a master of drawing pleasure out until the last second—the true embodiment of the virtue of patience despite how many vices she indulged on the regular.
Once more, an eager nod didn't satisfy her.
"Use your words, baby."
"Y-Yes, I want your hands on my tits. Mmm… all over them…"
Sevika flashed you a quick smile before she peppered four kisses from your neck up to your cheek. The last she released slowly, letting her lips linger hot on your skin. Her nose feathered across your cheek, ghosted your earlobe. She kept silent, but her gaze followed her hands as they raised your shirt.
Slowly.
“Arms up,” she said.
You obeyed. Up, up, up the shirt rose. It stopped right over your face, and Sevika held you there with your arms raised for several seconds before you caught on to her game and hip checked her. She laughed at you when you cussed at her, but once the shirt was tossed aside, Sevika was free to fully engulf your breasts in each hand. Her hands were big; you placed your own over hers and relished at the difference in size. A groan roiled in the pit of your chest only to ease up and drift from your lips as a breathy sigh.
She massaged them, kneaded them, rolled them under strong hands. Her fingers, still damp and drying from your mouth, tweaked and tugged your nipples. The motion and temperature difference had you choking out a moan, and you felt it like a bolt of lightning from your cunt to the soles of your feet.
Her bulge pressed right against your ass. You pushed and grinded back into her to elicit a low groan. Not a full-size dildo or even a pack-and-play from what you could decipher, but the friction still felt fucking amazing.
"Feel good, babe?" She pulled your earlobe with her teeth, and with it, a strained moan from your throat. "You're lucky," she began. You protested when her claws left your breast and descended to squeeze your supple ass. "You're lucky it's late and I'm tired.” With her hand at the back of your neck, she bent you forward until your cheek lay flat against the cold marble counter. She flicked her tongue out against your tailbone, then the dimples in your back. Licked an unwavering trail up your spine until she reached your nape. The shiver she coaxed from you was delicious but didn’t hold a flame to the words she purred in your ear. “Or else I'd fuck you silly. Tear your little ass apart." She could be so much dirtier, so much kinkier. This? It was light work, and it still made you gush between your thighs.
No manner of struggling or rolling your hips made Sevika let up. But you still played along.
"Good thing… you don't need a strap for that."
"Oh yeah?" You felt Sevika's smirk grow from her place at your neck. "What else should I use?" She lifted you, gave you a quick swat on the ass—you flinched—before tugging at your breast again. She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger then repeated the same motion with the opposite hand, making your toes curl.
You cursed yourself for being so fucking sensitive. Sevika had learned of it after your first night together and had been exploiting it ever since. With enough attention, it wasn’t impossible to make you come from nipple play alone. Janna knows she’d done it before and then laughed at you afterwards. Called you cute.
Whether she aimed to elicit another slew of moans from you, or make it difficult for you to answer properly, you didn't know, but she was successful regardless.
"Mm… your fuuu….f-fin….fuck…"
"My what? Speak up, baby girl."
"Fuck off, Sev. Your fingers. I want your fucking fingers inside me."
You let her tweak your nipple one final time before you grasped the back of her large hand, intertwining your fingers. She didn't resist, let you guide her hand slowly but surely down your ribs. Under your guidance, her touch remained gentle with a rebellious edge as she scored your heated skin with blunt nails. She pinched at your hip bone as you passed, then reached to trace the ring of your belly button before stopping briefly at the waistband of the underwear.
With one snap of the band with her thumb, you brought her hand lower and gasped when her fingers weaved through the hair on your mound. You squeezed it in your claw grip. Grinded against her again.
"I’ve barely touched you and you’re already writhing under me," Sevika whispered.
Well, she was right. You'd been so pent up and eager the whole night, a simple ghost of her fingers right where you needed her drove you wild. All the hours of waiting and you'd finally get closer to release. The grand question was… how quickly would she let you?
Sevika was notorious for her antics. Begging on your knees? She had you covered. Servicing her first and thanking her for it? A favorite of hers. Worshipping every inch of your body under honeyed words and praise? You never minded waiting there. Patience above all was rewarded, but she still made the experience enjoyable along the way. Which route she'd explore today was still undetermined, even with the familiar mischievous glint in her eyes.
No amount of grinding or snapping the waistband of her boxers made her budge. Instead, you earned a smirk and playful tug of your left nipple. You pouted.
She moved an inch lower to appease you, kneaded your left breast again for good measure. The motion kept you at attention, pliable and eager to please, to do whatever needed to get what you so desperately desired. You shot Sevika a glance that would have put your own hounds to shame.
"Look at my pretty girl. Can't wait to get fucked, can she? What’s the magic word, sweetness?"
Your heart rate spiked right as your belly backflipped. Embarrassment shouldn’t have crept up given how many fucking times you both have done this.
And yet…
“Please?” you said, supplementing with a slow roll of your hips. “Please, Daddy Bear?”
Well, any amount of embarrassment was worth the tremor that vibrated through your lover. It was cute how she couldn’t fully contain her excitement when her sadistic side poked its head out to play.
"Good girl. Let go."
You gave her blazing hand one final squeeze before you did.
Sevika inhaled at your hairline and planted open-mouthed kisses from neck to ear. The shudder in her breaths was evident enough that she wanted to drive further, deeper. She was losing herself, relinquishing her mastery of control. "I want to hear you choke on my fingers, baby. Can you do that for me?"
You nodded. "Mhm…"
"Good. Now, open your mouth."
You obeyed, stuck your tongue out for good measure.
Sevika traced the curve of your chin and jaw, then your top lip until she rested on your bottom. She caressed the center right under the tip of your tongue. "Get my fingers nice and wet, and then I'll give you what you want. Deal?"
“Mhmm…” You accepted her first offered digit between your lips to suck on. She let you control the pace, allowed you to grab her flesh hand in yours to worship and savor at your leisure. You rolled your tongue around it again, working arduously to cover every inch in your saliva.
When you were ready, you added a second, her ring finger. It reached the back of your tongue with ease, and the thought of how trivial it would be to gag on it made you throb between your thighs. But you weren't ready. Not yet. With both in your mouth, you set them on your tongue and began to suck them off.
In.
Rest.
Out.
In
Rest.
Out.
You repeated the motion, eyes half-lidded as you savored the moment. You sucked her fingers like you would her strap, albeit a much easier experience, but erotic nonetheless. Unlike her strap, there wasn't enough girth to stretch your lips or ache your jaw. Not enough length to tickle the back of your throat into gagging too hard. But you still took her all the way, and when she hit the back of your tongue, you coughed and choked and opened your watering eyes to cherish your girlfriend's reactions.
An excited tremble shook through Sevika, rocking you. She fixated on your mouth and the saliva that dripped down your chin as she removed her hand. "Fuck…" She took one swipe over your bottom lip—admired it—before dipping into your underwear.
The two soaked digits glided on either side of your clit. The temperature and texture difference forced your head back onto her shoulder with a loud gasping moan. Just like her virtue, her strokes were resolute, every one aiming to make you feel it from top to bottom.
Sevika never disappointed. For all the times she enjoyed watching and hearing you beg, she loved giving you a full body experience to make up for the wait. While she worked her fingers, she pressed herself into you. She worked her claws up your body—cold metal on burning flesh—until she reached and tugged on your nipple again. Her breath tickled your earlobe as she alternated between nips and featherlight kisses trailing to your collar. Abandoned your clit to tease a ring around your entrance.
"That feel good?" she asked.
Dragging the response from your brain proved more tedious than you imagined. You pushed past the mental haze, swam past the dark cloud until you found the words you were looking for.
"Mhm… y-yeah. Yeah… it feels so good…"
“Hahaha… here." She snatched her hand away and you whined as she painted your lips with your own slick. "Taste."
You pulled her soaked fingers into your mouth, lapping at the lingering juice extracted from her tease and craving more.
You stole her hand and guided it back into your underwear, back to sliding around your clit. "Vika…" you whined.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Want your fingers in me, bear… Want 'em deep."
There was no shame in the request, even if your cheeks burned brightly. But you did shudder at Sevika's rumbling laugh behind you. Hissed at her teasing loop around your entrance.
"Want 'em deep, hmm?" she mimicked. Her words lingered, clung to the air like the Zaun Gray as she finally, finally pushed one finger past the threshold into you.
A gentle "fuck" dribbled past your lips. You ground your head harder into her shoulder as you shut your eyes to the world, hellbent on focusing solely on the sensations she gifted you.
Sevika plunged as deeply as she could. Slow motions, in and out, with a curling caress against your soft and sensitive front wall. Then stopped to let you accommodate. Her claws grazed your ribs and under your breast once more before settling at your neck.
Your spine straightened, eyes flew open as she tapped your jugular. Your attention locked with hers.
"You still with me?"
The implication was clear. Sevika loved to be rough and push your limits, and you were more than willing to bend and test them under her watchful guard. Two years together was enough to solidify a clear communication base, but you didn't progress this far without a great deal of understanding and patience. She was surprisingly a good listener, which, in retrospect, shouldn't have been surprising given her line of work. Credit where credit was due, of course.
Finally, you sighed your agreement and braced yourself for the oncoming crescendo.
Sevika retracted her finger to add a second to the mix. She inserted, slowly, sheathed both inside you like a deadly weapon. Large fingers stretched you in that way you loved so much, and she muffled your oncoming moan with her own lips and tongue.
The fog that muddled your brain thickened by the second. Your focus darted everywhere, trying desperately to keep up with every angle of pleasure she massaged your senses with.
Her claws set firmly in place on your neck. Tapped there again in rhythm. Made you acknowledge their presence. She tutted when you arched against her to coax her plan into motion.
"Deja de moverte. Be still." Her index traced down the column of your throat, bobbed under your careful swallow. If you hadn't known her as long as you had, it would have felt like a threat. Instead, it was a warning, a safety precaution.
You stilled, relaxed, and breathed evenly, counting in your head like she taught you.
She pumped once, a test.
Paused.
Another, and Janna, it was difficult not to fidget.
A third, and she open-kissed the corner of your jaw for passing. She kept her pace slow and put pressure on the arteries, leaving your throat and breathing free.
Your pulse thumped against her metal palm. The restricted blood flow intensified every other sensation, had your eyes fluttering. You rasped. The abyss lingered at the very edge of your consciousness, and you wanted to go deeper, sink further, play chicken with it…
Fuck.
Fuck…
But Sevika pulled you out as quickly as you dipped in.
You mourned the loss, but knew it was for the best. Sevika knew it was for the best.
"Good girl," she cooed in your ear, then turned your head back to the mirror. "Look at you, sweetness. My pretty girl."
You gazed in the mirror to stare at the absolutely fucked-out figure in your girlfriend's arms. Half-lidded eyes and parted lips meshed well with erect nipples and crimson marks painting a beautiful and exposed neck. The heady redolence of sex wafted in the air. With your underwear lowered, Sevika's fingers plunged in and out of a pussy glistening with slick. Every thrust filled your ears with the gushing sounds of your juices soaking her fingers.
Your juices.
You were acutely aware it was you in the mirror. Aware of the high you got from the deadly, metal hand at your neck. Aware that your essence remained coated on your tongue. Aware that she fucked you in all primal senses until they dulled.
Blood pounded your ears.
She thrusted.
Heart rammed against your ribcage.
She thrusted.
"Vika…" you moaned. "Se-Sevikaaa…"
You buried your nose into her collar and your world went dark as your hips gyrated into her fingers and into her body. Your orgasm rolled through you like a wave, ebbing and flowing with Sevika's slowing thrusts, every jerk a splash against her. The mantra of her name on your lips broke down to a whispering prayer. She murmured against your temple, gentle words you couldn't fully comprehend with your mind still rattled.
Ragged breaths escaped from your lungs. Your legs wobbled even with Sevika holding you up with her metal arm. And Janna, were you hot. Despite feeling like you’d just sprinted a marathon, the blissfulness was unmatched.
"You okay, sweetheart?" she asked, then her voice dropped. "Or did I fuck you too good?"
You cradled her left arm—a nice chill for your burning skin—with your laugh rolling right into a satisfied purr. She wasn't wrong; even with her fingers she fucked you well into another dimension and it took at least a full minute before your awareness returned. Sevika was still very much buried inside you, unmoving, but still there.
And it felt… good.
She must have been thinking the same as she adjusted and kissed behind your ear. "Gonna pull out now."
And when she did, carefully, you winced and jerked against her. But you stopped her. Her eyebrow rose at you in the mirror, and you quelled her questions when you took those two fingers into your mouth.
"Fuck…" Sevika's claws dug at your hip as she stared at you like Janna herself made her ethereal presence known to the world. She was awestruck watching you clean her hand of your essence. Hungry. Feral. Predatory glint in her wolf-grey eyes.
She spun you around and after a few quick glances at your lips, leaned in to capture them in hers. The usual spark and dominance showed in her aggression—teeth clicked against yours, deft tongue eager to taste and explore your mouth for the umpteenth time. It dizzied you, made it hard to breathe. You shivered as cool metal waltzed down your back, and you retaliated with a prance up her abs.
Sevika flexed under you, rock solid, before she pulled away and stared at you with blown pupils. She tilted your chin up, holding you in place to command your attention, then licked her full lips.
"You taste so fucking good," she whispers.
You locked eyes with her. Experience told you everything she wanted to do to you. How she desired to bend and mold your body, stretch and push you to your limits, savor every bite like a last meal at Stillwater. You melted under her watchful eyes. All you had for her was a smile, and she mirrored it with a wolfish smirk of her own. You seized the moment and moved from her abs to sternum. The thump-thumping of her heart slowed, adrenaline and lust finally wearing off as she knocked her forehead against yours. You inhaled, the lingering base note of her cologne recentering you and pulling your focus back.
"Look at you. So fucking pretty," she said.
Even with your own essence spread across your lips, your knees buckling under her, your eyes half-lidded and dazed, she still gazed at you like you were the most beautiful specimen in all of Runeterra.
"You're such a good girl, you know that?" She released your chin to knock a strand of hair out of your face. "Don't you ever forget it."
You knew what you meant to her, inside and outside the bedroom, but you would never grow tired of hearing her say it.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy."
She gave you two quick pecks followed by a final and more passionate third. And just like that you both relinquished your roles to pick up again another day.
"Let’s get you cleaned up.” Sevika caressed your cheek with her knuckles. “Ready for a shower?"
You shook your head. "In the morning? Took one earlier. Don't feel like it. Also don't think I can stand much longer."
That was all fine with Sevika. She hoisted you onto the counter, asked you to wait, and sauntered off into the bedroom.
The high was finally starting to wear off as you leaned against the bathroom counter, replaced with the occasional brush with darkness. The ghost of Sevika's fingers still remained buried in your cunt—a nice stretch that left a delicious throb and ache in its wake. Wet stickiness between your thighs had you rubbing them together. You could only imagine how great Sevika's tongue would have felt if either of you were up for it.
Eventually, she returned in sweatpants and her sports bra with a washcloth she pulled from the linen closet.
"Hey," she said, lifting your chin gently. "Sleepy already?" Her lip twitched at what you assumed was an oncoming smirk but it never came to light. Your attention wavered and those were the last words you were able to decipher.
Sevika chuckled to herself.
With the mess between your legs cleaned and dried, Sevika flung your arms around her neck. The bathroom light flickered off and you floated to the bedroom and drifted down to the bed.
Sevika stretching over you was the last thing you saw before the bedroom was plunged into darkness.
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Sudden rhythmic caresses across your ass and thigh stirred you from sleep. Distant cerulean lights sliced through pitch black, left splatters on the far wall. Heartbeats rocked beneath your cheek in tandem with the rise and fall of the strong, bare chest beneath you.
When the motions stopped, you drifted again, struggling to fight sleep until a light buzz startled you alert.
Worry set in at the annoyed and familiar ursine grumble. The hand left you to snatch the phone off the nightstand. It only took five seconds before your girlfriend set it back down and shifted under you.
Immediately, you felt your time together was over. Early texts usually meant last minute shipping manifests. And shipping manifests meant the rare days where Sevika left you in bed alone. Instinct took over and you straddled the body under you, hands planted on her muscular chest to keep her in place.
Sevika rose to her elbows. "What's up, sweetness? You okay?"
You could have laughed. Typical Sevika, overly worried about you while her sleepy, husky voice lit a small fire in your loins. You made a valiant attempt to stamp it down.
"¿Cariño?"
You reached out slowly. Traced down the soft curves of her angular face—forehead to nose, lips to chin—then cupped her cheek. You rested your own forehead against hers.
Neither of you spoke. Didn't need to. Your worry was evident but Sevika snorted. Her sigh tickled your cheek and lips. She peppered lazy kisses across your jaw, down the column of your neck, and back up to rest on your lips.
Simple reassurance.
Metal and flesh engulfed you and pulled you close until you settled your head back home on her chest. Warm fingertips traced the ridges of your spine—down, down, down—back to cup your ass and the back of your thigh.
"Just a reminder text from Ran. Still gotta be up in seven hours." Her voice deepened, a still-sleepy-growling-purr that rolled a shiver up your spine. "After we're done, I'm all yours."
You knew from experience and the nature of Sevika's line of work that she couldn't promise that. Still, her word was as good as gold. Phone communication could only tide you over for so long after a long and stressful week. You drifted off, mumbling to yourself and Sevika about how thankful you were to finally have time together.
#Arcane#Sevika#Sevika/Reader#Sevika x Reader#Arcane Sevika#Sevika x You#Sevika smut#League of Legends#Sevika fic#fanfiction#nix fics#graphic design is my passion.jpg#I put way too much effort into making that image and correcting the formatting so please support lol#seriously image editing is like the one internet skill I never picked up LMAO#heacanon#headcanon: sevika
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Hello Hello! Welcome to my blog/writing dump ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
I used to write in my free time and missed being part of a community so I decided to start a new blog since I'm interested in League of Legends. I will mostly write character x reader scenarios, headcanons and maybe some longer stories. I will treat darker themes in this blog so please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to the subjects I tag in my posts.
·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· About the admin
Mi, 20+, She/her, EU
Katana dilf enthusiast!
Favorites: older Ubisoft games, Metal Gear Solid, Mother Mother, Wowaka, PinocchioP, Angelic Pretty.
Champs: Yone, Sona, Thresh, Morgana, Neeko.
·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lore knowledge, what I'd like to write
I like to think that i have a decent grasp on LoL's lore and the lore of skinlines skinlines so here's some characters I currently would like to write for. If your character doesn't appear in this list it doesn't mean that I won't write them, so don't be shy and send an ask if you'd wish.
Aatrox, Ahri, Aphelios, Diana, Evelynn, Jhin, Kai'Sa, Kayn, Morgana, Leona, Rakan, Renata Glasc, Seraphine, Sett, Shen, Sona, Swain, Thresh, Vayne, Viego, Xayah, Yasuo, Yone, Zed.
I figured I'd add some skinlines too.
Pentakill universe, Nightbringer/Dawnbringer, Spirit Blossom, K/DA, High Noon, Pool party/Ocean song, Project, Cosmic/Dark cosmic.
·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Rules for requesting and content warnings
If you'd like to request, please keep in mind that it may take time for them to get written out or I might never write them at all. I'd rather concentrate on less request but keep the quality high than to give everyone sloppy, disappointing writing! If you don't specify the gender of the reader (especially with NSFW requests) I will keep my terminology as gender neutral as possible.
I will list some of the things that may appear in my content:
Fluff/Platonic/Smut
Yandere
Violence (not explicitly described)
Discrimination (in fantasy setting, never protrayed positively)
I will also list my bounduaries on things i will not write in any setting:
CSA, or anything to do with the canonical minors
Extreme fetishes, consensual non consent
Homophobia, racism, dictatorship in a positive light
I hope that this post has been comprehensive enough, soon I will post something that is more interesting than rules! See you all then ^^
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RULES & CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR.
— rules !!
I'm fine with writing smut, however I will NOT write anything that has to do with pedophilia, incest, non-con, zoophilia and any tabboo/illegal kinks.
do not spam requests please.
do not ask me to write for characters that are not listed here.
I accept poly relationships.
my target audience are sapphic women and people under the nonbinary umbrella. I will not write any of the stated characters with a male reader.
oc x character requests are welcome, although please describe me your oc in the request.
— characters I write for !!
valorant ;;
neon ( romantic + platonic )
viper ( romantic + platonic )
reyna ( romantic + platonic )
raze ( romantic + platonic )
fade ( romantic + platonic )
jett ( romantic + platonic )
skye ( romantic + platonic )
sage ( romantic + platonic )
astra ( romantic + platonic )
league of legends ;;
renata glasc ( romantic + platonic )
zeri ( romantic + platonic )
akali ( romantic + platonic )
evelynn ( romantic + platonic )
neeko ( romantic + platonic )
seraphine ( romantic + platonic, no smut )
arcane ;;
vi ( romantic + platonic )
caitlyn ( romantic + platonic )
jinx ( romantic + platonic, no smut )
sevika ( romantic + platonic )
grayson ( romantic + platonic )
overwatch ;;
junkerqueen ( romantic + platonic )
moira ( romantic + platonic )
sombra ( romantic + platonic )
mercy ( romantic + platonic )
pharah ( romantic + platonic )
borderlands ;;
lilith ( romantic + platonic )
tyreen calypso ( romantic + platonic )
moxxie ( romantic + platonic )
moze ( romantic + platonic )
amara ( romantic + platonic )
#overwatch x reader#junkerqueen x reader#arcane vi x reader#vi x reader#arcane x reader#reyna x reader#caitlyn x reader#valorant x reader#viper x reader#jinx x reader#sevika x reader#evelynn x reader#akali x reader#renata glasc x reader#zeri x reader#seraphine x reader#neeko x reader#raze x reader#jett x reader#neon x reader#moira x reader#sombra x reader#mercy x reader#borderlands x reader#tyreen calypso x reader#tyreen x reader#lilith x reader#moze x reader#moxxie x reader#amara x reader
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hii moss 🫶🏻 i just wanted to say i adore your works, and would love to see more renata glasc content of any kind <3
STEPMOM! RENATA GLASC. mdni +18
description. you never liked any of your stepmoms in the past and you were fully prepared to hate this one
pairings. renata glasc + f! reader
minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, stepcest, implied cheating, age gap, sub ! f ! reader, dom ! renata glasc, mommy kink, oral (reader receiving), cunnilingus, name calling 'good girl, darling',
moss' notes. you know moss is right, this is really tempting HERE IS SOMETHING THAT IS ANYTHING, moss really tried making it filthy so the anonie would adore this one <3
there was little to cherish about your father finding a new woman to fool around with. it meant you had to put up with yet another rich bitch, their snob, spoiled children and their horrible manner. maybe the bigger bed, the nicer clothes were to be happy about but it was hard to say you wanted all this. you hoped it wouldn't be long enough to have you call her 'mom'.
"settling in alright?" renata stepped into the room, a warm smile on her face as she leaned against the doorway, waiting for your answer. you shrugged, giving her half a nod while saying, "so far so good."
but with renata glasc it wasn't as bad as with the others, she took care of you, making sure you eat well, had everything just like you were a real daughter to her, and involved you in almost everything she could. no wonder why your father loved her, you loved her too.
"your father went out to get some of his business sorted out, he will be out for the day, probably a little longer." you put the rolled-up papers back into their little box, humming to let her know you heard her while pushing yourself up from the floor to the bed.
"you'll be leaving too soon?" you asked like a little child who wasn't sure if they were being left alone for five minutes or their whole life. renata stepped in front of you, cupping your face gently, a quiet chuckle leaving her lips as she shook her head.
"no, staying home today. i am long due to having a day off from work, relax a little..." she didn't finish her sentence as she leaned down, pulled the slightest on your face, and planted a short peck on your lips. it picked up its pace rather quickly, the innocent pecks turning into a passionate and sloppy kiss with renata pushing you further up on your bed.
her hand-made quick work pushing your shirt up and discarding your pants, lazily throwing them onto the ground where the half-empty boxes rest. renata's own vest was somewhere in the pile, tie hanging around her neck with your hands gripping each end to keep her as close as possible, her deep purple button down missing the first few buttons, letting her voluptuous breasts craddled by the laced bra.
"did you touch yourself while i was gone?" she asked after pulling away, making herself comfortable on your waist, her index finger tracing along your jawline, your throat, the middle of your chest, down your stomach before hooking into the hem of your underwear. you shook your head, repeating any variant of 'no', drawing a pleasant grin onto the older woman's lips.
"good girl, you deserve mommy to take care of you." renata's other hand joined on the hem of your adorable lacey pantie, snapping it against your skin playfully. you whined, tugging on the white tie still in your hand. renata adjusted her position, her face resting between the plush of your thighs, peppering the soft skin with tingling love bites.
"renata..." you sighed, your head falling to the side as the chem baroness' warm breath ghosted over your aching clit. you just wanted to thread your fingers through her hair, grip it and finally have her put her mouth to use.
she was on thin ice all week long, teasing you every opportunity she got like when she sat close to you at the dinner table, her hand finding its way along your thighs, or when she walked up and down in the house without a shirt on, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you did your chores for the day, her hand restig on your waist and if your father wasn't around, it daringly scooted to the front of your crotch.
"patience, darling, just getting there." renata chuckled, hand caressing the sides of your thighs before hooking them under your knee and putting your legs over her shoulder. her manicured nails dug into your soft flesh, moving your hips closer to her wet tongue, ready to devour you.
you moaned loudly as renata's eager tongue swept over your pussy, delving between your lips to collect the tangy wetness that pooled there. her tongue was hot against your core, the tip of her nose brushing slightly against your clit gently. renata traced patterns around your clit with her tongue and you swore you could see stars. you squirmed, grinding against her face sloppily, knuckles turning white as you gripped on the sheets under you, trying to ground yourself from the pleasure. heavy tension coiled in your belly, getting thighter and thighter as the chem-baroness' tongue relentlessly dipping into your drenched hole.
"hah- renata, fuck-!" you were helpless to the noises that spilled from your lips. your face felt hot, your breath cutting off, eyes clenching shut as renata's tongue snakes inside of you, stretching you and curling fiercely, hitting your most sensitive parts.
your back arched off of the soft covers, your body tensing, thigh muscles flexing before closing around renata's head.
"fuck 'nata, hah...!" your soft cries were swallowed as renata kissed you again, gasping into the kiss with a mixture of wanton lust and relief as two fingers pushes into you.
"a little louder, let mommy hear you darling." harder done than said, being finger-fucked by your step mother in your room, being afraid that your father comes back any second because he left something here- you tried to choke back your cries, opting to cover your mouth with the back of your palm, curses murmured, puring like rain with every motion.
your brows pinched, every soft thrust was another roll of your hips, and a breathy moan that passed your lips and into the open of your bedroom. you felt so warm down your center, it rippling through your entire body in waves. even if renata was being gentle now, it was an absolute moment of bliss for you.
the kindness and gentle touches didn't last for too long, as lenthly pulls of renata's fingers turned into harsh thrusts, knuckle deep with a wet noise echoing in the half empty room. your hips continued to roll and it was all you could do to stop yourself from being completely consumed by reanta's ministratins. you wanted to feel, wanted to focus on it, enjoy it in every way you could.
your breath grew heavy while your core tightened up, moans turning into pathetic little whimpers. you were always so whiny, both when being on the receiving and giving end, but renata didn't seem to mind judging by the faint muffled chuckles you could barely hear because of your heart beating in your ears.
"i'm going to c-come mommy !" you whimper, a third finger slipping inside of you. it stretches you much more than you would have guessed, pushing you over the edge and you cry out as renata picks her pace up. your thighs close around her finger before going completely slack and numb, handful of half cut off gasps escaping you as her fingers curl for one last time inside of you, completly numbing your mind from making any more coherent words or thoughts.
"shall we take a bath?" renata asked softly, slowly working you down from your high, placing gently, lazy kisses on your jawline and neck. "mmm, yes." you let out pathetically soft moans at each kiss, still not quite able to see straight, and above it all, you weren't quiete sure you could move.
"i'll get it ready, stay here." with one last kiss on your temple renata disappeard into the bathroom joined to your room.
you yawned, rubbing your eyes like a little baby, watching as the woman swayed her hips while humming some kind of song, reading the labels of the sampoos and body washes on your bathroom shelf.
#📼 › moss tapes#arcane smut#arcane x reader#arcane x reader smut#league of legends smut#league of legends x reader smut#renata glasc x reader smut#renata glasc x reader#renata glasc smut
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❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 • general hcs of the ladies' naughtiest, kinkiest fantasies and what sort of creeps they are.
including: grayson, camille, cassandra, ambessa, sevika, renata glasc.
— contains: f! reader, smut, a variation of bd/sm scenarios, somnophilia, stalking, legal age gap, dub!con, degrading, praising, lowercase intended.
— a/n: not proofread! this is dedicated to my dear @enforcermoss . hope this lives up to your expectations for when you requested this. ngl, i wanted to gatekeep this for myself, but had to get this out for us! enjoy uwu 💓
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧˖♡
it is common sense that grayson is a service top. however, she could take it to extreme, selfish levels. her most degenerate fetish is overstimulation. don't get me wrong, this enforcer is a gentlewoman, a hopeless romantic who will sweep you off your feet, make you feel like you are the last woman on earth, the most beautiful flower in a garden. but she has her moments that made you wonder if grayson was just a pervert in disguise.
with your legs forcefully being help open by her strong, calloused hands, you squirmed and whined, tears streaming down your face as your wife ate you out through your third orgasm. her tongue lapped sloppily over your clit, quickening its pace whenever you seemed to still your moans. you were so sensitive and overstimulated that it bubbled in your eyes and streamed down your cheeks. whenever you attempted to shut your thighs and squish her beautiful face between them, she applied more pressure to her grip, keeping them nice and spread for her. Even with you pushing her face away, she didn't even flinch.
the sight of you so helpless, so surrendered to her drove grayson insane. you know you were in for a long night...
"come on, darling...why the rush, hmm? i am enjoying my dinner. you taste so good, i could eat you for hours...wait, i will, uhm. keep these open for me, will you, sweetheart? here, let me give you a hand with that. so fucking delicious. so fucking beautiful. all mine."
𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞˖♡
if there is one behaviour that could be linked to camille, it would be control. over herself, yes. but mainly over others. when she decided she was wanted you for herself, she became your stalker. since you worked for her, it thrilled how much power she had over your life. camille used her authority figure to obtain access to your files, finding out every previous informations about you.
she would follow you from work, lurking through the shadows, nightly. you never noticed it. not even in that one night she hid inside your closet and watched you sleep. how beautiful you were...to have an angel like you to call her own. seeing a flash of light coming from the darkness, you sleepily pushed yourself up to your feet and took slow steps towards the closet.
little did you know that you were seeing your superior's hextech eyes. she stood there, in all her tall glory and cold posture. as soon as you opened the door, you were grabbed by the arm and pulled inside of it, your back colliding with a firm, slender form. your brain barely had time to register it was camille when her hand came up to tightly squeeze your cheeks, her palm pressed against your mouth, silencing any noises. it embarrassed you when her free hand slipped under your panties and a cruel chuckle came out of her lips. it made you feel embarrassed of yourself for being so turned on from this.
"shhhh, hush. do not make me hurt you, little thing. oh, if only you knew how long i waited to get my hands on you...with no one else around to help you...you are under my mercy. ahaha, are you serious, mutt? you are soaking. perhaps you are more perverted than me, aren't you? tonight i am having my way with you and there is nothing that will ruin it for me. now...allow me to drag you back to your bed."
𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚˖♡
cassandra is a woman who values trust and submission in its purest form. she loves the thought of having a beautiful submissive girl who would take everything given to her, completely helpless, pathetically begging her for more...or perhaps even begging her to stop. it didn't matter. bondage was her favorite thing to submit her plaything to.
she specifically loved to have you on the bed, arms and legs bound in a spread eagle position, completely bare for her eyes to see. cassandra would keep the air conditioner of the bedroom on, making it so much worse for you as your skin shivered and goosebumps popped all over. you could barely wrap your head around what was happening around you, it was difficult to concentrate with the crotchrope constantly rubbing your pussy. the more you flinched, the more burdensome it became.
cassandra only watched from a distance, sitting down with a calm, indifferent look on her face, a glass of wine in her hands as you struggled. each whimper and moan from you pulled a grin or a chuckle from cassandra. she stands up from her armchair eventually and strolls her way towards you, placing the glass on the nightstand. you stare at her with begging eyes, thinking she finally had enough and would let you go. this edging was unbearable. however, she did quite the contrary, putting her elegant hand over your dripping pussy, fingers pushing the rope a little tighter against your clit and she hummed, her free hand reaching for the drawer to grab her favorite purple dildo to use on you.
"awwwwe, did you really think i would let you go this easily, hmm? you are mine to do as you please. you don't seem so bratty now, my dear. what's the matter? ahahaha, of course...how cruel of me to expect a response from you with that ballgag in your mouth. look at my fingers, take a look at them...yes, they are soaked. you are such a pervert, enjoying me having my way with you...are you enjoying yourself? ah, yes...i don't care if you are."
𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚˖♡
ambessa is a strong warlord that made nations bend on their knees for her. she knew how powerful she was, how glorious, athletic and muscular her body visibly and technically was. she expects her partner to respect her as the alpha in the relationship, because that's what she is. primal play was something that came naturally when referring to ambessa. to have a smaller girl beneath her strong body while she took her with her big strap was blissful.
she also thrives from bossing her property around. sitting on her fancy armchairs, crushing your skull with her strong thighs as you eat her out to her liking. your weaker body trembling as her boot rubs your clit through your panties. it made you embarrassed how turned on you got from this.
ambessa specifically loves coming home after a successful operation and just throwing you over her shoulder like it's nothing, carrying you to your bedroom and throwing you on the bed. then she just straight up tears your clothes in half and slips her hand between your thighs, rubbing it firmly, laughing out loud at how wet and loud the noises already are. you are her whore and she loves it.
"look what we have here, you dirty girl. you love it when i just have my way with you, however I want, yeah? i know you do, you are fucking dripping and i barely touched you. your body knows who it belongs to. now...i will fuck you so rough and good, just the way you like it...we will get the strap and i'll have you on all fours for me, but right now i want to watch you cum on my fingers. that's it, princess...take it like the pathetic slave you are. no, don't you dare look away from me! eyes up here. that's it. i want to watch your face as you cum."
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚˖♡
sevika is the queen of zaun's underworld. there is not a single soul in that dump that hasn't heard about thr most feared and dangerous woman, known for beating and murdering so many big fish gangster you couldn't count on hands. she is respected, her reputation follows her around everywhere she goes and she carries it like a trophy. and speaking of trophy...everyone must know you belonged to her. oh, if you knew how she enjoyed forcing you to indulge in her little adventures in public.
keeping you on her lap while she gambled, vibrating panties she forced you to wear, all eyes on you...it was a hell of a night and it definitely made you regret acting like a brat earlier. sevika knew how to be cruel, specially when her punishments got out of hand.
your thighs were spread as you sat on one of her muscular legs. it took you so long and a couple orgasms to get used to the overwhelming buzzing on your pussy, and when it finally happened, sevika raised her leg just slightly, rubbing it so tight against your core that it made you see stars...just the right amount of pressure for you to be sent over the edge again.
"what's wrong, (y/n)...you seem you have a little problem going there, huh? let me give you a kiss on the cheek, princess. ah, there you go. you are squirming so much...are you sure everything's alright? hmm...i see...good, good girl...why don't you tell us everything's alright, (y/n). come on, use your words."
𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚˖♡
renata is a woman who thrives from loyalty. she expects her partner to trust her blindly, someone who would do anything she says, someone who will worship the floor she walks on. and what better way to obtain this besides pet play? a beautiful pet to call her own, to collar and leash, drag around as she pleases. a pet who is completely dependent on her financially. seeing her pet dressed up in her money, on her knees while renata keeps a tight grip on her leash is a sight for sore eyes.
renata is very fond of puppies. she only likes kittens when they aren't so bratty and independent. and if they are, oh...she does not have a problem to break them and mold them to her liking. after all, renata glasc always gets what she wants.
at her home office, renata loves keeping you on her lap, straddling it while her eyes are focused on her paperwork. it would be all fun and games if it wasn't for the fact that you were sitting on her strap, not allowed to move an inch. the pathetic whimpers and breathy whines couldn't make your mistress any more merciful and anytime the bell on your collar ringed from a movement, she would give you a hard spank on the ass, grabbing your hips to keep them still. it took what seemed like hours until she finally pushed her documents and pen aside and leaned back, eyes on your naked body. you could see renata smirking from beneath her mask as she glimpsed at her strap buried deep inside your pussy.
"you can't wait, now can you, pathetic little puppy? i gave you one simple order: stay still. and you can't do it. i have to do everything, huh? you can't spend a minute without wanting to get fucked by me. it's always mistress this, mistress that...how about you take what mistress gives you now? i am going to bend you over this desk and i will fuck you for how long i want and i don't want to hear a peep from you. and if you do make a noise, i will belt your ass."
#lesbian#wlw#arcane#arcane x reader#renata glasc x reader#sevika x reader#ambessa medarda x reader#camille ferros#league of legends#arcane netflix#enforcer grayson x reader#cassandra kiramman x reader#arcane women
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Can you please write what arcane women would be like as alphas please
Arcane Ladies as Alphas
Requested ⇢ Yes/No
Type ⇢ Hc’s ❥
❤️ Vi is the mean but sweet type. Very territorial when it comes to you. She’ll put you on top of the world and will never put you in harm's way if she felt like you couldn’t protect yourself or if she felt she couldn’t protect you. She has a lot of pent up frustration that usually causes her knots to last up to 5 hrs or even a day. During those times however she’s covering your body from head to toe in love bites and marks that were very obvious to the public. Just making sure everyone knew who you belonged to. Vi never wants to come off as clingy so she’s very ‘subtle’ about keeping you close. Or at least she thinks she’s being subtle. Vi can be very reckless with her ways and most of the time won’t listen to you if you try to tell her she’s being too rough. For that you give her the silent treatment until she realizes it herself. After that she’s like a putty in your hands. Whining and just being completely vulnerable which is very rare for her.
💙 Caitlyn is very strict and passionate about you. You’re never not by her side whenever she’s doing alpha things. Talking to her subordinates? You're right there sitting pretty. She’s on patrol duty? You’re behind her like a good little puppy. Caitlyn always has that thought of “I trained you right” in the back of her mind but she scolds herself for it because you’re her partner, she shouldn’t be thinking of you like that. Whenever she’s in heat she’ll either take a month off from work or she just won’t go in. A month of just Caitlyn being clingy and frustrated is probably 50/50 for you. She’ll fuck your back in. Won’t stop until she's had enough and even then won’t fully stop because her knots last forever!!! (maybe like 3-6 hours) She knows better though and will whisper sweet things in your ear while leaving her marks over you.
💛 Mel is a very very powerful Alpha. She makes a room full of noisy intruders fall silent. But she doesn’t let all that power go to her head so she’s very playful and teasing whenever the times are right. Very protective of you but it’s like a silent protective. You can go wherever you please but she’ll always have someone watching over you. During her heats she’s very demanding, won’t repeat herself for anything and would just show you whatever she was talking about or even take you right then and there. Her knots can last up to 2 hrs or even a full day too. You think it’s because of how frustrated she usually is and can’t show said frustration to others. She says it’s because she loves you so much. Whenever she gets the chance she’s pulling you around a corner and giving you a brand new mark on your neck. She’ll make up an excuse like “I was hungry” or “You seemed bored” It’s annoying but you started getting used to it.
🧡 Grayson is very intimidating but you can always have a good conversation with her. She’s like an easy going type and would only ever get really into her role if there's a problem. Extremely protective of you. She knows how people are and won’t let anyone get close to you out of fear something would happen. She does however let her guard down and maybe let a few of her coworkers around you even letting you wander off whenever you both attend a gala the Kirramans threw but her eyes never leave you for a second. She’s a huge sucker for leaving marks on you but her favorite place to leave them is on your thighs. She gets a kick out of knowing that she’s the only one that can not only leave them there but is the only one to ever see them look so pretty on your skin while you're all out of mind. Her knots would last an hour or if you're lucky 2 hours and you think it’s because of her age. It probably is.
🤎Ambessa just oozes alpha so this wasn’t really unexpected. She isn’t careless with anything either. Knows her role and takes it very seriously. If she ever felt someone was falling out of line she is never afraid to remind them of what their role or job is. When she got with you it was like all her senses went out the window for a few days. You drove her mad. You had a sweet smell of honey and coco butter that she just couldn’t get enough of. She became extremely territorial over you and never though twice about whether she was doing too much or not. You never told her she was so she figured you were fine with it. Of course she’d never actually force anything onto you. Ambessa could usually tell whenever she was about to be in heat so she could take control of it before anything got out of hand. But when you came into picture it was forgotten about and it came up outta nowhere. It was embarrassing for a lady in her position so of course she punished you for it. Not really though. Her knots are always a drag to deal with. Because they take forever. But while all that’s happening she’s whispering nasty things in your ear to get you started again and won’t do anything about but give you more love bites. It’s exhausting for you but Ambessa loves it.
💜 Sevika is like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Everyone knows she’s the alpha so they won’t dare to mess with her but she still jokes around with everyone whenever she can. It’s almost scary because who knows what she’s thinking. Of course she never try to scary you or anything. Your her first priority. She won’t take you with her during her little duty call things because they’re always dangerous and she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she ever you in a position like that. Because of her build her knots last up to a solid 6 hrs but with pent up frustration from work it’s most likely a day. During her heats she’s easily aggravated so she won’t go out just for the sake of everyone else. However, she won’t be so easy with you. She only ever does what she wants with you when you give her the okay. After that it’s a like a whole storm. Your being toss around like your nothing and covered from head to go in bruises and love bites. Like a rag doll or even a fuck doll. Sevika always apologizes if she feels she was being to rough with. If she would ever be the one to hurt you she couldnt forgive herself.
💟 Renata has a very cocky attitude. She can come off very blunt and even sarcastic sometimes but that’s usually what makes her such a good alpha. Very territorial and protective when it comes to you. It could be because of her upbringing but she doesn’t let you leave for nothing. If she can, she'll go with you wherever you need to go. Doesn’t send anyone anywhere with you because she doesn’t trust a lot of people. She makes sure you’re very well taken care of and would set aside whatever she had planned just for you. Of course she never forgets her occupation and is very classy when it comes to appearance. Her heats are always one way. She’s very demanding and usually out of it to use words so of course you never think twice when she’s shoving you in the bedroom without a word. Her knots last up to 5 hrs and during that time she’ll either get you fired up again and won’t have you do anything until it’s gone down or she’s rubbing you all over kissing you and whispering how good you were for her and how you were made for her and her alone. Has a bad habit of biting too hard when she leaves marks so it’s bruised up really bad. She’s always sorry and even jokes about it from time to time.
🤍 Cassandra is very classy. Very sophisticated and would often look at you with disappointment or even disgust if you're out of place or misbehaving. It does hurt sometimes but hearing Cassandra warn you in a demanding tone “You know better y/n” is always such a thrill. She may not show it but she’s insanely protective of you. You could be by yourself all day, talking to others being your usual self but at the end of the day two things could happen. She’ll cuddle you like it’s her last time to ever see you or she’ll fuck you like it’s her last. There isn’t an in between. She thinks leaving marks on you is unlady-like and not for her but whenever she’s in heat all kinds of manners are thrown out the window and she’s making sure every part of your body is covered in her love. Even drew blood a few times and for that she’s sorry. Her heats can last a while and whenever she knots you she’ll do it sitting down because having you on her lap while you're out of it and covered in sweat and her cum is addictive. Even watching the bulge on your stomach go down just drives her mad.
note: the amount of iced coffee i had while away is ridiculous
#❥ arcane hc’s#arcane#vi x reader#arcane caitlyn x reader#mel x reader#enforcer grayson x reader#ambessa x reader#sevika x reader#renata glasc x reader#cassandra x reader#vi smut#caitlyn smut#mel smut#enforcer grayson smut#ambessa smut#sevika smut#renata smut#cassandra kiramman#cassandra smut
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What are we ?
by CupcakePuppy
Vi is 26 y/o webdesigner, a gamer also. What she enjoys the most is being in her apartment, playing games, alone. Especially alone, that's her favorite thing : avoiding people. But when her two best friends share music videos of an all-female rock band, bringing her to a live, Vi doesn't know her life is about to change. This band will totally put upside down her world, making her step outside of her comfort zone.
Words: 1390, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Irelia (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Kai'Sa (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune, Renata Glasc, Cassiopeia Du Couteau
Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends), Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Light Angst, Drama & Romance, Ambiguous Relationships, No Smut, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Music, Musicians, Alternate Universe - Music, Shyness, Badass Caitlyn (League of Legends), Shy Vi, Shy caitlyn, Caitlyn is a band member, Caitlyn is a guitarist, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, They don't know how to talk
Read on A03.
from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’
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pairing: Renata Glasc x deaf female oc x Sevika.
setting AU: Arcane/Cyberpunk AU.
Rewritten oneshot for OC version only.
A/N: wlwlw polyamory aka poly triad relationship, estalished relationship, purely self indulgent thing, hearing impaired OC with hearing aids, magicborn OC, suggestive theme + implied smut hints at the end, MDNI.
Amelia wasn’t sure how she ended up here or begin to fathom how this all started when Renata Glasc and her partner Sevika came along into her life.
One moment she was a pole dancer at the strip club within the heart of the city, trying to make a living to pay off rent and its bills. Keyword: emphasised on “tried” while saving money aside to pay the essential needs resolving around her hearing aids. She had choice on either get the hearing aids fix or replace them, which cost her savings... only that it varies how badly damaged they were.
And the next thing? She somehow captured the attention of not one but two well-renowned and powerful women of Zaun who were a force to be reckoned with. The power and influence they held resembled her of the Noxian leaders and warlords struck fear into others, she nearly made it out of Noxus alive and far away from her former slave owner--barely just surviving on her own within Zaun.
Amelia doesn’t have an exact answer on what cause her to be quite captivating within Sevika’s and Renata’s eyes. Though, they did made her life a little easier and safer--marking their presence onto her. She met Sevika at the strip club at first then introduced to Renata a couple of weeks later--she had grown aware of their relationship and history. Amelia expressed her concern over jeopardising the ongoing things between them, but the two of them admitted their mutual attraction towards her as the reassurance had surprised her.
At this point, the mage was more open to the possibility on entering a polyamorous relationship with Sevika and Renata--the more she started to hang out and dating them, the more she started to trust and respect them. They weren’t anything like they were portrayed to be--when they are alone altogether, they let their guards down and showed the tame and romantic side. The two of them understood Amelia’s hearing loss struggles, making sure to speak slowly for her to lipread and going out of their way to make her feel comfortably included.
Even so, Rentata had grown comfortable in removing her mask off. She was more reserved--not allowing anyone, but Amelia and Sevika, to see her face.
The romantic gestures, speaking on her behalf and the undivided focus on Amelia had made her heart fluttered and butterflies setting off within her stomach in an endearing way, she started to fall in love with her lovers without admitting it--she doesn’t want to tarnish the relationship they had going. Nobody would dare to lay a hand onto her now that her connection to the two were known across Zaun.
One night, Renata and Sevika had suggested a talk with Amelia about taking the relationship further--wanting to make her first time more special to her on a date night. Amelia agreed, taking an opportunity to go window shopping for an outfit to impress them.
Standing within the dimly lit penthouse overlooking the city, she gave them a show and stripped down--the dress pooled around her feet--giving them the view of her wearing a purple lingerie set with a garter belt, faintly hearing Sevika’s hitched breath followed by an appreciative hum from Renata within the quiet lounge room.
Amelia felt their eyes onto her--she tried her best not to look away from their gaze shyly. This felt different than working as a pole dancer at the strip club she no longer worked at. She took a moment to remain still and allowed her lovers to observe the view of her body.
Renata patted her thigh and gestured for Amelia to come sit on her lap, “Come here, darling.” she said in a commanding tone.
Sevika’s eyes were trained on her attentively and took a whiff of her smoke. Amelia turned to glance at the maskless woman before she approached to straddle her lap, she didn’t flinch to the gloved hands resting on her hips to hold her balance. Renata’s hands began to roam upwards at her side, stopping to grope Amelia’s breasts--chuckling at the anticipated shiver from her touch alone.
“I see you spent your money well on these.” Renata expressed her approval, tracing her fingers to feel up the bra lace fabric, “But it’ll be a shame once we’ll remove them off you in a moment.”
Amelia blushed, “Well, I did wanted to make an impression for both of you.”
Renata hummed, moving her hand up to idly run her finger along Amelia’s jawline, “You need not to do that, my pet. You’re more than enough for us.”
Amelia watched as Renata’s pink eyes looked over her shoulder for a moment--the corner of her lip curled into a smirk. Amelia tried to follow her gaze until she felt the older woman’s bare chest pressed against her back making her let out a soft gasp, calloused hand and metal claws rested lightly onto her hips.
Her hearing aids barely picked up any sound of shuffling or movement behind her.
“If I were you, my pet, I’d make sure these doesn’t get shredded.” Renata advised, her right hand started to stroke Amelia’s cheek, “It’ll be a waste of money.”
Sevika snorted, “You’re lucky I have more restraint tonight, Doll. But the next time? I won’t hold back.”
Before Amelia could speak but was cut off when Sevika moved in to kiss her shoulder as her lips worked their way up to nip and suckle on her skin hard, leaving a mark and two on her. Amelia found out that Sevika had liked to leave lovebites on her body--reminding those who she belongs to.
A moan escaped her lips, timid hands scrambling to grip her hold onto Renata’s blouse, fingers fumbling in an attempt to undo the white tie and unbuttoning the blouse to pull it open. The scent of cigar smoke and chemtech perfume were intoxiciating and thus making head swimming, Amelia stared at the older woman’s cleavage and toned stomach, biting the bottom of her lip admiring the view and lingered her fingertips along the abs, revelling to the sounds of Renata’s pleased sigh.
Renata had to admit--she quite liked the view of Amelia straddled on her lap half-naked with Sevika leaving her mark from behind, it was arousing to watch and builds up antipication of what to come next, it’s all going according to how she planned this evening out for the three of them.
The older woman reached around to unclasp the lace bra and pulled them off, tossed them aside to the floor, hushing Amelia’s whimpers while stroking her thighs. Sevika moved her hands from Amelia’s hips to knead her breasts fondly while she continued to relentlessly assault her neck, drawing another moan out of her.
“Good girl.” Sevika whispered with a smirk.
Followed by Renata leaned in to kiss Amelia for a brief second before she ran her wet tongue over the bottom of her lip, raking a prothestic hand through the mage’s black hair. Amelia parted her lips to grant her lover the access to slip her tongue in as the two of them deepened the kiss passionately. she secretly enjoying the attention she’s receiving from her lovers and craved more of their touch.
It didn’t take long for Renata to break the kiss to allow the mage to catch her breath. Sevika ceased her ravaged assault on Amelia’s neck and pulled away to exchange a knowing glance at Renata.
“Up.” Renata commanded as she patted Amelia’s thighs lightly. Once Amelia climbed off her lap as she was told, she stood up to her feet glancing directly at Sevika, “Bring her to the bedroom while I’ll gather some... essential needs.”
Amelia tilted her head and grew curious to what the two had in store for her.
Sevika smirked at this, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Do make her comfortable, will you? I would like for our Princess to feel at home.” Renata advised, heels clicking against the polished floors heading for the bathroom.
Amelia’s eyes wavered over Renata’s figure watching the way her hips sway while she walked, the faint whistle alerted her attention and she turned to face the taller woman. Her focus were distracted by the sight of Sevika completely shirtless, eyes wandered to inspect the visibly scars on her upper torso and left side of her shoulder blade.
“Still wanna do this with us, Doll?” Sevika asked, wanting to double check incase the mage isn’t ready or changed her mind.
“I do.” Amelia replied with a smile, knowing fully well that she’s in for a long night.
Sevika beckoned her with an index finger, “C’mere...”
Amelia stepped a little closer and shuddered from the cool sensation of her claw finger underneath her chin, gazing up to stare into Sevika’s grey eyes before their lips met for an indulging kiss. Then, strong arms wrapped around the back of the thighs, Amelia let out a small squeak as her feet were lifted from the floor, her hands grasped onto the broad shoulders to hold onto with her legs were secured around Sevika’s waist.
“Best get a move on--”Sevika mused while carrying the mage to the shared bed--”Otherwise, Ren will have my arse if I don’t escort you to the bedroom in time.”
Amelia giggled at the mental image, “I would love to see that.”
“Don’t push your luck.” Sevika grunted.
She dropped Amelia onto the soft mattress and set to work on removing her belt and trousers then pulled them off. Renata returned to join the two--stripped from her suit down to her black satin undergarments--carrying a bottle of lube and a strapon and set them aside onto the bed. Sevika felt the prothestic hand gripped her chin and turned her head to face Renata next to her.
“Let’s give our Princess something to watch first...” Renata suggested in a sultry tone, in which Sevika responded with a grin.
Renata tightened her grip and pulled Sevika down to her level, taking control of the atmosphere, their lips met and Renata wasted no time to sip her tongue in estalishing her dominant side. Sevika groaned into the kiss, her hands roamed upon Renata’s body to feel her up while Amelia watched, rather excitedly aroused, at the two middle-aged women engaged in a steamy makeout.
Yep, she’s definitely in for a long night.
#scarlett writings#oc: amelia nieves#ch: renata glasc#ch: sevika#otp poly amelia x renata x sevika#otp amelia x sevika#otp amelia x renata glasc#sevika x oc#renata glasc x oc#not sfw#i'm.... so shy and embarrased myself in writing and sharing this ruh roh#verse: arcane#arcane sevika#renata glasc
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