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I'm over-thinking rn @ 3:14am about what if’s that'll probably never happen. All of my works on here I write and post on here. I don't have it saved anywhere else. I know some people prefer AO3’s system as well.

I'd still post here, I'd post here first in all honesty, and then I'll add it to my AO3 account as well for any other readers who prefer that system over this one.

My username is different on AO3, but I have the same pfp for both accounts. Idk why AO3 isn't allowing me to change my username rn but I'll change it when it allows me to (maybe LMAO)

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Thanks for tagging me @newgipestel !! This is so cute!!! Here’s me and my Miss Mew (affectionate nickname)

Make your mini-me here!

I can't think of many people to do this… maybe @darlingmel if they're willing and any of my other awesome readers!! Mel just constantly floods my inbox LMAO (love you ❤️)

I wasn't tagged, BUT I saw @phenanthreneblue do this and it was so fucking cute!

Look at me being a little guy

Tagging: @rayslittlekitten @emilykaldwen @foxinthegodswood @queen--kenobi

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(1/2) I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My smut headcanons for Arcane Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko reacting to his female s/o accidentally turning him on request is so good! You wrote everyone so well 😍 I love it especially Viktor is so occupied with his work that he forgets basic necessities is so him 😅, you came to give him a packed lunch knowing he hasn't eaten breakfast 👍, how she dressed herself is so simple & comfortable which I approved 💯, he saw you by accidentally seeing your cleavage when he dropped his lunch pail 👀, just how he finds everything about you beautiful 💕, he's turned on before he knows it 😲, he kept your panties while he ate you 😳, your sex life isn't often but always mind-blowing 🤯, you noticed what his arm was doing as well O///O, you came when you realised (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!, he thanked you so casually 🤣, just how confused she is like how I would be 😂, Jayce just finds you stunning 😍, he's gets turned on by you often 😳, he pouted when he woke up alone :⁠'⁠(, he found you making coffee for both of you ☕, his body temperature is quite hot so he sleeps in his boxers 🔥, he wore his pajamas pants but wondered where's the top 🤔, he saw you wearing it as it's oversized on you 👕, you accidentally gave him a view not knowing he's there 🤭, he's turned on but he casually went to grave the mugs for you 👍, he chose to place too high up for you to ask him to do it 😁, you smiled when you saw him ☺️, he grinned & kissed you 😘, you let him kiss your neck too 🤭, you didn't expect to feel something against you (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠), he said don't judge him since you're beautiful to him 😂, you kissed him properly while your hand went down O///O, just how hot it was ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠��⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, you're going to wear his clothes more often 😁, Steb is kind & quiet man ☺️, he was shocked to his member up already (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; you're asleep as well as quite exposed 😳, he found you looking delicious 🤤, he didn't want to wake up because of your long working hours 👍, he tried to be quiet but you woke up because you heard him 👂, just what a sight he is 😍, he froze when he heard you moaned 🥶, you reassured him that you're enjoying yourself 😁, he blushed & moaned O///O, you love it since it's rare for him to speak 🗣️, you joined him & even grabbed his hand to squeeze your breast ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, knowing he's a mess because of you is such an ego boost <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>, both of you came when you shared a sweet kiss 😚, you had him rest on your chest while tracing his features 👍, he quietly thanked you which you said no problem ☺️, you suggested going back to sleep since his shift starts soon 🥱, you laughed when he chose to hide in your chest instead 😂,

Adding PT 2 down below since this is a long review!

(2/2) you had been helping Vander since you were a teenager 👍, you helped with the inventory & take care of the kids 👍, your age gap wasn't so obvious when both of you were adults 🔍, you always had a crush on him as he's always been there for you 🥹, he's the one who said he needs you so he offered to teach to bartend 🫴, you became well-known as well famous for being pretty 😲, there's an unsaid rule to leave you alone since you're Vander's girl 😤, some guy slapped your butt so you smashed a bottle on him 👍, how quiet the bar became 🤐, he wasn't happy but Vander agreed with her that he's lucky it was her instead of him & told him to leave 😤, he left but you were still enraged 🤬, Vander asked Benzo to take over as he took you to the storeroom to calm down 👍, both of sat down in comfortable silence 😌, he told you he's proud as you would have kept quiet a decade ago 👍, you told him that you're used to care what people think but not anymore 😤, he forgot how young you are as you haven't changed yet 🌱, you smiled as you placed your hand on his ☺️, you love the size differences like me 🤭, you teased him about his age 😁, he reminded you that he's 11 when you're born but you reminded him now you're an adult 👍, he asked if you're still angry but you have an idea in mind to calm down as you say on his lap 💡, he still tried to resist but you're too stubborn 😤, you mentioned to be happy that you're making a move now than in the past like me 😂, you also told him how you noticed the wat he had looked at you several times 👀, he still tried to resist but you succeeded in changing his mind 😏, he kissed you while you moaned as you can feel something else against you 💋, he said they can't do it here so he asked if he can just his fingers for now 🤌, you nodded as you realised you taste like him 👅, his fingers are huge & skilled that he didn't take long to help you finish ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, you had to cover your mouth because he's doing fantastic 🙊, you couldn't help but squirt & squeal 🤭, he almost overstimulates you 😳, he helped you to be presentable & kissed your temple 😘, you're embarrassed when he popped his fingers in his mouth O///O, he told you tasted sweet which you smiled bashfully 😋, he smirked at he will continue later 😏, you can't wait for him to be done 😁, you have a give and take relationship with Silco 🫱🫲, he gives you security while you give him the finest things including yourself 🫴, no one questioned the fact the you're Silco' 🤐, the only reaction you got when you went straight to his office is an raised eyebrow 🤨, you had Silco to get the guy who hurt the girl & refused to pay which he got quickly 👍, you made sure he suffered the consequences 🔪, you got him to pay so Silco let him leave 💰, you cleaned your knife 👍, you smirked at how much of a mess he is 😏, he silently urged you to come closer which you saw his bulge 😁, just how much both of you enjoyed yourselves 🥵, you took a moment to breathe as he makes him presentable 🫁, he kissed you cheek 😘, you asked if you should be more violent in his presence 😁, he just said you need to be with him more 👥, you're the Fire light's right hand woman 👍, it's both difficult but rewarding ☺️, you saved your fellow Firelights & Zaunites 👍, he couldn't wait so he dragged you away 😳, you were surprised but let him (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!, everyone left because they will be traumatised 🤣, both of you were making out 💋, you did asked what's going on which he simply explained he loves you so much 💕, both of you are acting like horny teenagers but it was too good O///O, you couldn't help but ask if that just happened ❓, he laughed but nodded 😂🙂‍↕️, you asked if you could debrief him about the mission 😏, he's embarrassed which you laughed 😂, you hoped no one heard you two 🔕, and everyone heard XD Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Sorry if you already have this because I'm too paranoid that Tumblr ate it 🤣

I’m so happy you enjoyed it!!! I’m not going to lie, I had some trouble with a few characters since I wasn’t as familiar with them compared to Jayce and Viktor. Your review made me giggle, I love the emoji inclusion. If anyone else is interested in headcanons, bring em my way! I do still have over 50 requests at the moment and I'm very grateful no one has been rude or demanding. Y'all are so sweet and kind to me 🥺❤️

- V

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which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

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Do you still do Yandere Viktor or Yandere Jayce? Could you make a dark story about these boys, plss... I don't see much dark fanfic about them

WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: you don't realize how obsessed they are with you. How possessive they are. It isn't until it’s staring you in the face do you realize how depraved your two friends are, and you're kinda into it.

warnings: yandere J and V, kleptomaniac J and V, stalking, thoughts of non-con somnophilia, a touch of non-con somnophilia, dirty fantasies, low-key oblivious R, getting Eiffel towered at the end, Grammarly as me beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. … don't judge me. I did say I'm one of the writers y'all should come to if you want taboo topics done, I'm letting my freak out ok? Ok. Hope y'all enjoy it! ❤️

You've known these two men for quite some time now.

You met Jayce first. You two shared a few classes at the academy and even partnered up a few times for partnered projects. He's sweet, kind, funny, and a teensy bit naive. He's so focused on assignments, studying, and his personal project, that he doesn't see the swath of men and women wanting to get into his pants.

A lot of your classmates and even some of the professors can't stand you. Because if Jayce's work doesn't have his attention— you do. They want the delectability of Jayce Talis all for themselves, instead he's giving it all to you.

(And eventually Viktor.)

You stayed in Jayces dorm room more often than your own. Eventually, you just kinda… moved in unintentionally.

Both your clothes shared a closet and a dresser, your fragrances joined Jayces, your toothbrushes sat in the same cup together. It was domestic.

You started to notice some of your underwear going missing. But you thought nothing of it. Shit goes missing all the time, the dryer once ate one of Jayce's vests. Your undies are no match.

(What you don't know is that Jayce has them in a box hidden away in his under-the-bed storage system. The same drawers you have on your side of the bed. When he gets the chance— the very few chances he gets, he fucks his cock into your undies. His tight grip caused delicious moans to escape his plump lips. He envisions what you'd look like wearing them, and cums when he envisions you taking them off shyly and spreading your legs. Your sex dripping with its arousal.)

Everything was going well, until the apartment blew up, Jayce went on trial, defended his project and you vigorously, and at the end of it all— lost his research and wasn't banished.

The breath of relief that escaped you was monumental. Then everything else became a blur. You met Heimerdinger’s Assistant Viktor, you broke into his office, you proved Hextexh could work.

Viktor became Jayce’s second partner after that.

And you officially joined the scandal that caused all this mess.

T’was the start of a wonderful friendship!

(full of depravity, thievery, and lust)

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Jayce and Viktor work hard, constantly to improve Hextech and to improve the lives of both the citizens of Piltover and Zaun.

You make sure that they also take care of themselves.

You help out in any way you can.

Bouncing ideas off one another, being a second pair of eyes to an equation, ensuring they take time off to eat and sleep. Their shining light in a neverending cloud of darkness.

Jayce has a relatively good sleep schedule.

Viktor's is horrendous.

So much so that you bought a good quality bed hidden away in an alcove of the lab, and a few futons to rest on. Viktor is too determined to continue working. He won’t stop to leave to go back to his tiny apartment for a few hours of sleep.

There have been too many times you've caught him passed out at his desk for you to allow this to keep happening.

So you bargained.

He can stay in the lab as long as he wants, but he needs to get at LEAST six hours of sleep per night.

He fought, he fought hard until you said now everyone has the opportunity to stay overnight at the lab if they get too tired. That working when exhausted leads to more mistakes and injuries. Being able to take a small nap can rejuvenate the mind and get you to solve that mind-numbing problem you couldn't before.

When you added in the puppy dog eyes regarding Viktor’s health… he folded like a wet piece of tissue paper.

(it also helps he gets to see you in pyjamas, all messy and purely you. How you toss and turn at night, how your hair gets all fucked up in the morning because of it. How delicious you are, served on a silver platter without realizing it. Viktor’s been tempted to touch you. When he's still up working and he sees you passed out on the bed. How soft would your skin be? How plump? Are your lips always that tempting? Your legs are devilish, your back desirable, your ass biteable, and your chest begs him to fondle it.

He does. One night he does. He fondles it as lightly as he can. Tweaking your nipples until they're rock hard, a shiver and mewl escaping your lips. He sees you wiggle a bit in your sleep, your thighs clenched together as he continues his assault. When he spots the wet patch on your pyjamas; it's over for him. He quickly whips his dick out and rubs one out. His one free hand leaves your chest and trails down your body, eventually hitting your wet spot. When you moan loudly— a mix of his and Jayces name, he cums. It almost hits you in the face. After that, he has a few ideas he wants to pass by Jayce.)

You can't help but smile as you see how close Jayce and Viktor have gotten over the last few months. You've heard rumours about both men, how they can be standoffish. Sometimes a bit impatient when someone doesn't understand what they're explaining.

But they flow together like one unit— it's incredible to see. Besides, they're always sweet to you, so you take all the rumours you hear with a grain of salt.

Especially the dirty ones.

How they are in bed, what their cocks are like, how they sound, their dirty kinks, how they rock their partner's world. The thing is, both of them have taken partners that look strikingly similar to one person.

You.

Your hair and eye colour, your haircut, your height, your body type. They're going after your doppelgangers. Most recently you heard about them taking their partner at the same time.

(you're NOT jealous)

(… you are so jealous)

And you keep losing things! You don't know how much underwear you have left. Also, your favourite fragrance has… changed. You used at least a quarter of the bottle, and you remember denting the cap when you accidentally dropped it.

Now there's a brand new bottle on the vanity you and Jayce share. You remember asking him what happened to your old bottle but he looked so flustered and could barely put a sentence together that you came to a charming conclusion.

Jayce accidentally broke your old one and got you a replacement as an apology.

You can't help but smile at the flustered man and give him a kiss on the cheek for his sweet actions— you swear you heard him whimper.

(the old bottle never broke. It's in the lab hidden away in his desk in a secret compartment. That way he can spray it in the air when you're not around— and he and Viktor can still smell you.)

That night, when Jayce and Viktor stayed late in the lab, you touched yourself to the thought of them. How sweet they are, how handsome, how sexy. They're all yours, and your greedy little heart couldn't be any happier. You don't even attempt to be quiet, knowing you're the only one at home.

What you don't realize is Jayce and Viktor heard the whole thing. Viktor had quite a bad coughing attack so Jayce decided to take him back to his place to get taken care of. They could sleep for a bit and go back to the lab. Your wonton moans completely derailed that train.

And everything comes crashing down one day in a way you never expected.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The next morning as Jayce and Viktor bicker over what to have for breakfast, you accidentally drop your chaptick. Thank god you hadn't opened it yet, but it rolled under the bed on Jayce’s side. Without hesitation, you drop to your knees to get your chapstick— instead you find something else.

A massive box piled high with all your missing undergarments. You stare at the box in shock. You thought they just went missing! The drier ate them! It’s done that before to socks and one time to Jayce's vest! You never even imagined Jayce stealing them.

With a fire in your veins, you go to confront him.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

That confrontation went horrendously. Jayce felt no shame, Viktor admitted to… appreciating you when you slept in the lab to try to get some heat off of Jayce, that riled you up further, and then Jayce spat out that they both heard you last night touching yourself like a dirty little whore.

That shut you up.

What’s currently shutting you up is Viktor’s cock shoved all the way down your throat as Jayce pounds away at your sensitive hole.

Fuck it feels so good being plugged up on both ends. Jayce grunting and whining as Viktor commands him. His voice low and moans so sweet. You think you’re in your own personalized heaven.

That is until Viktor sets his sights on you again, “You’re not so innocent either. I remember when you left your journal at the lab accidentally. I may have… taken a small peak. Your desires are so perverse my dear. Wanting to sit on Jayce’s face. Have me finger and choke you in the lab. Being tag teamed by the both of us. Then we heard you last night. Panting and moaning out our names, like a slut. So… how’s the real deal compared to your dirty fantasies? I bet you actually liked knowing how desperate we are for you. That Jayce stole your underwear, that I defiled your body as you slept. You moaned so sweetly for me that I almost came on your face.”

Jayce and you both moan loudly at Viktor’s nasty words. The vibrations cause Viktor to hiss through his teeth.

“Viktor… they like that. Holy fuck, they like that a lot. Your words made them clench so fucking hard.”

The smirk Jayce gets in return for those words can only be described as devilish. Before you know it, every dirty thought, fantasy, and kink is said to you.

“I want to litter you with all my marks. My teeth, my bruises, my cum. You're mine. You're Jayce's. You're ours.”

“I want to see what you look like tied up and overstimulated.”

“Jayce has a deep desire to fuck you standing in front of a window. He's droned on and on about it in the lab when you're not there.”

“I want to see you spent, shaking, and crying. One day we'll dedicate a day purely to fuck you.”

You cum, violently. You're shaking, whining, and feel amazing. Jayce cums after you, balls deep inside you as he groans, and Viktor cums last. His balls touch your chin as he shoots his load down your throat.

You're all panting in the king-size bed, spent, and heavily satisfied.

Eventually, you break the silence, “Jayce, what happened to my bottle of,” you gulp a big breath of air, trying to catch your breath, “Eau De Parfum? I assumed you broke it.”

“It's in the lab. We use it every once in a while when we miss you.”

You awe at that, “Creepy, but very sweet.”

“You love us.”

And dammit he's right, you do.

You shouldn't. But you do.

…. send me to horny jail *boNk*

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my phone isn’t charging even though i plugged her innnnn dramatic ass bitch. YOUR PUSSY IS FILLED! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT

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The old man cravings are at it again- (Not like they ever left) I just can't get enough about Silco. ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR LAST POST OMFGG AMAZING!

You already know how I feel about that man and like omg im already foaming at the mouth thinking about him but like- Silco x Chubby/Bigger girl.. Im on my knees and I (NOT TO VENT) could use a little something to believe my favs would love me and my body :3

Thank you and I hope you are doing well! Glad to see you writing and posting again. You always cook!

THE QUEEN OF ZAUN - SILCO X READER

synopsis: you’ve known Silco for quite some time now. You were a Sister of Zaun, you were there when everything went wrong, you were the one to patch Silco up, and you were by his side when he took over the Lanes. Who better to be the one on his arm? His confidant, his companion, his partner… His Queen.

warnings: non-descriptive violence, mentions of the bridge bombing and betrayal, fluff, suggestiveness, pre-established relationship, grinding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, getting caught, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Why'd they make this old man hot??? Everyone enjoys his character now but I was in the trenches back when we only had S1 and EVERYONE HATED HIM 😭😭 LIKE WHERE WERE YALL BEFORE???? Anyways hope y'all enjoy it!

You've been by Silco’s side for as long as you can remember. He's a few years older than you, and you thought he was the coolest guy ever. Especially when he kind of took you under his wing as a Freedom Fighter for Zaun. You all called each other brothers and sisters, it was a found family that you'd kill for. That you'd die for.

Then the bridge explosion happened.

Countless of brothers and sisters dead. Either by the bomb, or by the relentless enforcers. There was so much smoke, so much blood.

It still haunts your nightmares.

What came after was even worse.

You remember being distraught over how you found Silco. His wavy dark hair drenched in toxic water, clinging to his sculpted face. Bruises around his neck and arms, a nasty laceration on his face— blinding one of his teal eyes.

The wound was raw, red, and looked painful. It oozed pus— infected due to the dirty water he was submerged in.

Silco was quiet. His confident, chatty, sarcastic nature no where to be found. His one clear eye was dark, an anger you've never seen before surfacing on his pretty face.

You asked what happened. What did this? Who did this? He only said one word that explained everything. That one word also broke your heart.

“Vander.”

With that, you cared for Silco to the best of your abilities. He's treasured that care, and he will continue to treasure that care till the day he dies.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

That was a little over a decade ago, the two of you in your early twenties. Now you've grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally. The two of you aren't the same people you were back then.

Silco is much colder. He's manipulative, he uses his charms to get what he wants by any means necessary. He's got the Lanes wrapped around his pinky finger.

But you've got him wrapped around yours.

You're not as naive anymore. Not as kind or generous. These past few years have hardened you, and have shown you that loyalty and respect are earned; not given.

Gone are the two young dreamers who wore stitched-together clothing, wild hair and even wilder eyes.

Silco dawns form-fitting suits, jackets, and polished shoes. Expensive accessories and even more expensive cigars.

You have been gifted a multitude of fancy gifts. Each one more expensive than the last.

Now, you match Silco to a T. A black slinky dress dawns your curvaceous figure, sharp black stiletto heels, dark red nails with a matching dark red lip, a massive rock on your ring finger, and a two-toned fur coat.

Only the best for his wife.

You're one of his soft spots, Jinx, your adopted daughter being the second.

Many have tried to get in Silco’s good books. Very very few succeed.

Men with too much lip and not enough action.

Women who try to warm his bed, stating they're better than you. They're thinner, more “beautiful”, they're the ones who should be seen on his arm.

Silco can’t help but roll his eye at that. He’ll scoff and look down his nose at them with a dark, “She’s a goddess among men. You're a cheap, fake rendition trying desperately to cling to a station not meant for you. Now leave, before you make it so that today is your last day.”

They always leave the office in tears. Bottom lip wobbling as mascara streaks down their cheeks. You can't help but smirk as they shoot you nasty glares. Your perfectly painted lips are full of smug venom, your wedding ring sparkling as you sarcastically wiggle your fingers goodbye.

The woman always huff, crying a bit harder as they leave.

Pathetic.

You casually sashay into the office and see your love sitting at his desk, one hand rubbing his temple as the other swirls his bourbon.

“Hello darling.”

At your voice, Silco’s head jolts up. A rare smile graces his handsome face. You close the door behind you and lock it.

No need for anymore interruptions.

“Sweetheart, it's nice to finally see you. You've been hiding away all day.”

You sigh jokingly, sitting atop Silco’s desk. Your fur coat slides down your arms and rests in the crook of your elbow, showing off your upper body. Your neck, shoulders, chest, cleavage and upper back are devoured by Silco’s hungry gaze.

“I didn't want to intrude. It seems like you had some... Company while I was away.”

Silco scoffs, messing up his usually perfect hair and takes a big swig of his bourbon, “Unwanted company sweetness. They keep trying, those idiots.”

You laugh, fully dropping your coat onto his desk and sitting in his lap. Silco's hands rest against your full hips as you settle down comfortably.

Your tone is saccharine and purr-like as you play with Silco’s hair and trace his sharp features, “Well… you are the most powerful man in Zaun, and the most attractive. I can understand why they want you so desperately.”

Silco’s smirk makes you shiver lightly, “And how would you know that?”

“Because I was just as desperate a decade ago.”

Silco chuckles, a deep grumbly sound emitting from his chest, it makes your panties damp, “I remember. You following me like a lost little duckling. All doe-eyed and bitten-lipped.”

You pull Silco close by the nape of the neck, and kiss his scarred cheek slowly, leaving behind a perfect red imprint, “Well it worked out in my favour didn't it? I remember finally getting you where I desperately desired. How I rubbed it in to the other Sisters of Zaun.” your tone full of smug satisfaction.

“Yes, we fucked desperately inside a random storage closet, like most young adults do.”

Your laugh is loud, and full of joy. It causes a smile to overtake Silco's face.

“There's one thing I miss from all those years ago.”

“And what's that, sweetheart?”

“Your longer hair… and eyeliner. I miss pulling on it when you ate me out and fucked me. Seeing the eyeliner roll down those high cheekbones was just a bonus.”

Silco lunges forward and kisses you, you swear your lips will be all puffy due to the force used. The kiss becomes messy, as the two of you grind against one another, eventually you pull back and see red all over Silco's face.

His cheeks are flushed red, his face has perfect lip marks, his lips are the same red yours are, and his hair's a mess.

God he looks so good.

“I’ll grow it out again, just for you.”

You devilishly smirk as you kiss him once more, your panties sticking desperately to your messy cunt as you frot against the large bulge inside his pants.

Without breaking the kiss, you unbutton and pull down Silco's pants, and he pushes your dress up and pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard cock in with no problems. Your drenched pussy welcoming him in gladly.

There's no adjustment period, you start bouncing desperately and Silco fucks up into you simultaneously. It's amazing. His cock hits every sweet spot you have.

It’s a bruising pace, his cockhead keeps squishing not only your g-spot but your cervix as well. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you gasp out in pure bliss.

The coiling in your lower belly is wounding up each second you bounce on your lover's cock. Fuck, he's moulded your pussy to his cock. No other will ever satisfy you the way his does.

It’s over for you when he rubs your engorged clit in a smooth circle, your juices making every movement easier. You cum, moaning loudly. Your pussy clenches desperately onto the big, thick cock inside you, and a small amount of juice spills out. Soaking Silcos’s lap and staining his pants.

He continues to fuck up into you, even though you're slouched into his neck and whining at the overstimulation. He's using you like his very own pocket pussy.

And you are.

One, two, three thrusts later he's balls deep inside you, cockhead kissing your cervix as he cums viciously inside you. You can feel each pump of his cock as your belly warms up. God, you aren't sure you can get off his lap without a nice stream of cum oozing out of you.

The two of you pant, satiated. You indulge in your after-glow until it's interrupted by a noise in the rafters above you two. A few minutes later you hear, “I’m assuming I’m getting a sibling in the upcoming months?”

You and Silco look to one another before shouting in tandem,

“JINX!”

Whoops. At least she didn't see you two going at it. Small blessings, huh?

😏😏😏

Hope y'all enjoyed this. Idk what came over me, I wasn't originally going to write smut yet… here we are!

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Y'all are something else. I started to write seriously on this site two and a half months ago, I had 99 followers.

Now I have over 700! You guys 🥺🥺 y'all really like me that much? Me? That's crazy!! Envisioning 703 people in a room makes me think like… damn. That's A LOT of people!

Thank you for following and supporting me! I'm working my way through the asks, slowly but surely. I want y'all to have quality fics. Quality over quantity.

Xoxo

- V ❤️

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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Could I request smut headcanons for Arcane Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko reacting to his female s/o accidentally turning him on please?

HEADCANON - ACCIDENTALLY TURNING THEM ON

ft. Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko

synopsis: you didn't mean to. Honestly! You weren't doing anything special, anything intentionally, it just… kind of happened? It’s not your fault your boys are obsessed with you!

warnings: accidental teasing, purposeful teasing, banter, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), dry humping, thigh/ass kink, wearing his clothes, praise, degradation, cumming in pants, squirting, marking, smoking, argument (not between R or the boys, some random dude), voice kink, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Thanks for being the first request for headcanons! A few of these characters I haven't written for before so I hope I get their characterization down. Love ya! Xoxo

VIKTOR

He's never had the biggest libido. Being so focused on his work he forgets basic necessities. Eating, sleeping, the whole shebang.

But when he does remember… oh boy you're in for a wild ride.

Literally.

You don't know what the hell happened. All you know is you went to the lab to drop off a packed lunch for Viktor. You're certain he hasn't eaten breakfast so he must be starving, even if he himself hasn't clocked it yet.

You wore a simple sun dress in your favourite colour, highlighting your beauty. Your hair was up and out of the way, and you can't t remember if you have any makeup on or not. Simple flats dawn your feet. You're comfortable.

You're insanely beautiful to Viktor.

He didn't hear you enter the lab, but he saw the lunch pail lightly drop down onto his desk, and when he lifted his gaze, all he saw was your cleavage.

Soft skin he's intimately familiar with. Skin that bruises wonderfully and that makes you gasp in a way that makes Viktor's ears warm.

He sees your mouth moving, but doesn't hear anything coming out of it. Oh your lips look so lush. So soft and biteable. Glossy too. He wonders if they taste like your favourite fruit.

Before he knows it, there's a tight feeling in his pants and his cock aches against the restricting fabric.

One thing led to another and here you are; spread out across his desk. Your panties in his pocket as he eats you out viciously. The tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin covered in your essence.

You gasp and moan at the familiar sensations. God. You two may not have a crazy sex life, but it is always mind-blowing.

You can see one of Viktor’s arms moving up and down desperately as he eats you out, he's jerking himself off as he devours you.

That realization is what sends you over the edge as you cum on Viktor’s tongue. Your thighs clench against his beautiful face and he moans brokenely into your sex. A slight whimper escapes him when he's done.

You're left panting on the desk as Viktor casually states, “Thank you for the meal. I greatly appreciated it.” as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

You laugh incredulously as he takes the lunch pail off the desk to see what you brought him.

What the fuck just happened?

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

JAYCE

Jayce is a simple man. Everything about you is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. He's surprised he has enough blood in his body to keep him functioning with the amount of times you've made him hard.

This morning is no different.

Jayce wakes up alone in bed and pouts at the cold spot you left behind. There's a whisper of warmth, indicating you got up maybe ten minutes ago.

He drags his feet to the kitchen, his slippers sliding against the floor as he yawns and scratches his bare stomach.

The yawn gets caught in his throat when he sees you humming lightly in the kitchen, casually making two coffees to start your day.

Your hair is a bit messy, but that doesn't bother Jayce. It’s what your wearing that gets him.

Jayce runs hot. He always has. So when it’s time to go to bed, he takes his pyjamas off and sleeps in boxers. When he wakes up he puts the pants back on, but he was wondering where the shirt was.

It’s on you. It’s way too big, coming down to about mid-thigh on you. It’s a rich red colour with some gold embroidery. On the chest pocket is the symbol of House Talis.

You need something on the top shelf and get on your tip toes to get it as you reach up, and with that, Jayce sees the entirety of your thighs and your ass. Your underwear leaves very little to the imagination.

Jayce feels as if he got punched in the gut as all the blood in his body rushes to his dick.

He comes up behind you quietly and puts a hand on your hip, the other reaching up to grab the other mug for you. Jayce likes putting your favourite cups too high up so you have to ask for his help, it's working in his favour at the moment.

“Jayce!” you gasp, a smile painting your pretty face. He can't help but grin back at you and kiss your cheek as he places the cup down on the countertop.

You tilt your head to the side to give Jayce more room, he takes it gladly. Kissing down your neck, nipping as he goes. You moan quietly.

Your moans amp up when you feel his massive hard on rubbing against your ass incessantly, “Really?! Jayce!”

He moans out a laugh, “Don’t judge me! I can't help it, you're so beautiful.”

You turn around and kiss him properly, a hand cupping his erection, he whines into the kiss.

Your coffee is forgotten as he pins you down onto the countertop, his pyjama pants lowered just enough to release his cock.

He ruts agaisnt your clothed pussy, the underwear giving great friction for the two of you.

You can't help but moan at the feeling. Your panties are ruined with your slick and Jayce's precum. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit deliciously, and his length keeps the pleasure going.

Before you know it you're cumming, soaking your underwear, and Jayce follows suit, ruining your underwear even further.

Your thighs and ass have fingerprint-shaped bruises. They'll be there for the next few weeks.

Guess you'll have to start wearing Jayce's clothes more often…

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

STEB

Steb is a sweetheart. He's very kind and caring, if a bit quiet. He doesn't speak often, but his facial expressions and body language give him away easily.

So imagine his surprise when he wakes up with a raging hard on and you none the wiser as you continue to drift off in dream land.

His face heats up in mortification as he tries to pry you away from him. Gently detangling your bodies, in doing this, the nightgown you wear to bed has shifted as well.

Your breasts damn near spill out— wait you moved again your tits are out. A clear shot of your soft breasts and lightly pebbled nipples is all Steb can focus on. Then his gaze shifts against his will.

His eyes trail your waist, your barely covered hips and there she is. Your pussy is out and playfully saying high. Your pubes are a bit bushier than normal due to the amount of tossing and turning you do.

God you're displayed like a delicious feast and Steb wants to sink his teeth into you.

But you're sleeping, and you work long hours. He doesn't want to bother you.

So he uses your image to jerk off.

He's a bit clumsy, and he tries his best to not make noise. He's unsuccessful.

Pants, moans, and whines escape the pretty fish boy. He gets loud enough that you wake up, and what a sight he is!

Face flushed, lower lip bitten in desperation, a large hand pumping his cock, fingers deftly playing with the ridges on his shaft.

You moan lightly at the sight and Steb freezes. “Don’t stop on my account darling. I was just starting to enjoy the show.”

Steb’s face erupts into a bright red as a shuddery moan escapes him. You bite your lip at the sound, Steb very rarely speaks, so hearing his voice all debauched has made your pussy dripping wet.

You open your legs wide and start to play with your pussy, dragging a finger through your wetness, three fingers rubbing casually rubbing your clit.

A look of astonishment is what you get from Steb, especially when you take his free hand and bring it to your breast, squeezing it harshly. Steb’s motions speed up, as do yours. Seeing him so ruined at the mere sight of you is ramping up your ego you're not going to lie.

Eventually, the two of you cum, it happens when the two of you kiss sweetly enough. Steb’s panting in exhaustion as you just lay him on your chest, tracing his features with your fingertips.

“… Thank you.” Steb says quietly, his voice smooth and sweet. You smile at your handsome boy, “No problem sweetheart. Now, shall we go back to sleep for a bit? Your shift starts in a few hours.”

Steb groans and buries his face deeper into your chest and you can't help but laugh at him.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

VANDER

You've been helping Vander out at the Last Drop ever since you were a teen and he was in his twenties.

You helped look after the kids, and helped count inventory. Vander is the face of the bar, both as the bartender and as the owner.

Now the kids are teens themselves, you're in your late twenties and Vander is pushing early forties. The eleven-year age gap now not as obvious as it once was.

You've always kind of had a crush on him. He's gorgeous, kind, caring, and has this gentle dominance about him. He's never scared you— he's the one you go to when you're scared.

Especially now that you bartend with the man. “You're family” he said, “The kids don't need an eye on them 24/7 now, let them grow a bit on their own. But I still need you. Come bartend with me. I'll teach you all the tricks.”

Now, how could you say no to that?

You couldn’t, so now you’re a well known face at the Last Drop

A very well known face

A very pretty one

But there’s an unsaid rule, You’re Vander’s Girl. No if’s, ands, or buts.

Some patrons don’t understand that.

One in particular is making you want to commit murder. He’s rude, touchy, and disgusting to look at.

At one point when you turned around to grab a bottle of booze, the son of a bitch slapped your ass, in retaliation, you swung around and smashed said bottle of booze into his face.

He fell flat on his back, glass stuck in his face as it bled profusely. Other patrons of the bar became silent. A pin drop could be heard in the once lively bar.

“You Bitch!” The man gargles out, oops looks like you broke his jaw. You sneer down at him, “You’re lucky I’m the one who hurt you, instead of Vander.”

“The ladies right. Now get the hell out of my bar.” Vander states as he enters the bar from the back room, wiping his hands with a towel, before tossing it onto his shoulder.

The hurt man stumbles up and leaves, his tail between his legs. Your anger hasn’t subsided, as you pant in frustration. You want to rip your hair out, destroy the bottles of liquor lining the wall. Stab someone. Anything to get this anger out.

Vander clears his throat, “Benzo, you mind watching the bar for a bit? Gotta calm the Little Miss down.”

Benzo just nods silently as Vander takes your hand and drags you to the back of the bar, into the stock room. There’s a multitude of bottles, barrels, cold fridges, and a table with a few chairs, so that you can count inventory comfortably.

Vander sits you down before sitting next to you. There’s a small silence between the two of you, but it’s a comfortable one.

“I’m proud of you.” At that statement, your head whips around to look at the handsome man. “What?”

“I’m proud of you. A decade ago you would’ve let it slide, not this time. You stood up for yourself. I’m proud of you.”

You snicker, “A decade ago I was seventeen and worried about how others thought of me. Not anymore. Who gives a shit if some people don’t like me? I can’t please everyone.”

“I forget how young you are sometimes. The Lanes… they change you. They change everyone.”

A small smile erupts across your face, you hand coming to rest on top of one of Vanders. God damn his hand is so much bigger than yours.

“You’re young too you know? You’re only thirty-eight. Oh the horror, you’re almost forty!” You tease, a giggle in your voice. Vander rolls his eyes, “I was eleven when you were born.”

“Now I’m a grown woman.”

There’s a silence between you two again, but this time it’s not as comfortable. There’s tension there. Undeniable tension.

Vander clears his throat after some time, “So, you feeling better? Not gonna kill one of my patrons?”

You purse your lips, “Honestly. No. I’m still angry, and I know if I go out to bartend again without dealing with it, I probably will snap, and at someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

With that, you stand up and place yourself in Vander’s lap. The older man gasps at your audacity. You smirk, “One thing that’s always helped me calm down is a good orgasm.”

Vander’s hands go to your hips, they completely encompass them. “I can’t Lass. You’re… you’re too young.”

“I’m twenty seven. Like I said before, I’m a grown woman.”

“I’ve known you since you were a teen.”

“And I’ve wanted to fuck you since then. Be happy I’m seducing you now rather than when I was a teen.”

Vander says your name sharply when you start to rub yourself in his lap, “I know you want this too Vander. I see how you look at me. At my ass when I bend over, at my tits when I lean against the bar, at my lips when I bite them. I see how much you want me, and the guilt that follows.”

A groan escapes him, “We shouldn’t… it’s wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so good?”

Vander smashes his lips against yours and you moan at the feeling, the very large bulge rubbing against your pussy isn’t helping.

You both pull apart from the kiss, panting as you stare at one another, “We can’t fuck here. I need time to prep you. My fingers good enough for now lovely?” Vander asks, eyes dark with want. You nod desperately as you lick your lips, god you taste just like him now. His pipe, his favourite whisky, and mint from when he brushed his teeth. Its addicting.

Vander pushes your pants and panties down easily, your bare pussy soaking Vander's pants. His fingers are huge, god they're gonna feel so good fucking your pussy.

And they do. They're massive. Curling against your g-spot effortlessly. They even bump lightly into your cervix which sends a zing of pleasure down your spine.

You have to cover your mouth with your hand so as to not let Benzo or he patrons know what’s going on.

Before you know it, you're cumming aggressively. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt. A squeal escaping your parted lips.

Vander hushes you as he prolongs your pleasure, almost pushing to overstimulation.

A sweet kiss is places onto your temple as Vander gets you presentable again. He pops his fingers into hai mouth and you groan in embarrassment.

“What? You taste as sweet as you look.”

A shy smile is what he gets in return, “What about you?”

Vander smirks at you, “I'll get my fill when the bar closes. That way you won't have to hold back your pretty moans.”

The large man then leaves the storage room and you're left there panting in satisfaction. You can't wait for the bar to close.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

SILCO

You and Silco have a give-and-take relationship. It’s worked well so far.

As a madame of a brothel, Silco ensures security is at your house— both for your girls and yourself. In return, you gift Silco multiple things.

The finest cigars, bourbon, and the greatest gift of all.

Yourself.

You're Silco’. No-one questions you. Not when you want into his office, not when you go places others are prohibited, not when you input your opinion on one of Silco’s plans.

It's especially apparent as Silco casually smokes his cigar as you enter his office in a blazing glory. All you get to your entrance is a quirked eyebrow.

“Where’s Allistar?” You snarl, your eyes blazing and hands clenched at your side. Silco sighs out a ring of smoke, “He’s guarding the club patrons.”

You roll your eyes and push your tongue into your cheek, “Get him up here. He hurt one of my girl and decided not to pay.”

All Silco does is nod once, calling Sevika over and whispers something to her. She looks at her boss, at you, and then silently leaves the office. In no time, the little weasel is inside The Eye of Zaun’s office, trembling.

Before he can do anything, you twirl one of your knives from their holster on your thigh and slash across his face; a nice clean cut from a corner of his forehead, across an eye, his lips, and to the opposite corner of his jaw.

A shout of pain is all that's heard in the silent office as you snarl, “That’s for hurting one of my girls! I'll make you hurt a lot more if you don't pay me my owed money.”

He scoffs at you, and you see red. In a flash, you've got him on his back, you've slammed your foot into his crotch, and you lean over, the tip of your knife digging into his throat.

His cries have turned into whimpers, you're quite certain you've popped one of his balls. Oh well.

He shakily pulls out a pouch of coins and hands them to you, “Thank you darling.” you say, your words a smooth purr.

Allistar just nods quietly before looking at Silco, who just sighs and states, “You may go now.”

He runs as fast as he can out the door. It's more like a frantic limp but you get the idea. The door slams behind the rat and the office is plunged into silence again.

You’re cleaning your blade casually before Silco calls your name. You look up and smirk at the sight. Silco looks hungry. His one blue eye darkened, his pupil overtaking his iris. His jaw is clenched and his hair is a bit messy, as if he was running his hand through it as you cleaned your knife.

He ushers you to him silently, a single crock of his fingers. You sashay to his side and your smirk widens when you see the substantial bulge in his pants.

“Oh Silco… did my violence excite you?”

“Get on your knees.”

You do so without hesitation.

In a few short moments, Silco’s cock is down your throat and his head is thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck, look at you! A dangerous woman who most people in the Lanes fears, on her knees sucking my cock like one of her working girls. Such a whore for me.”

You moan around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Silco chuckles at your reaction, “You like this. You like defiling yourself for me. You like being my personal cock sleeve.”

Your hips speed up on the tip of Silco’s shiny leather boots, and you shudder as you cum in your panties. You shove your head down until your nose is tickling the trimmed pubes at the base of Silco’s cock and swallow.

Silco groans deeply in his chest. A rumbly sound that makes you shiver as he cums deeply down your throat.

You pull away and inhale deeply, wiping your mouth and nose and you catch your breath. You sniff lightly as you put Silco's cock back into his pants. You crawl up from the floor and Silco kisses your cheek.

“So… should I be more violent in your presence?”

“You should just be in my presence more often.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

EKKO

Being Ekko’s right hand woman as leader of the Firelights can be very difficult.

It can also be very rewarding.

When Ekko found out you saved not only your team of firelights but all the zaunites from the enforcers trying to cause trouble to illegally put them into Stillwater, he never loved you more.

Seeing you tired, dirty, and bruised caused an unintentional pulse in his cock. Oh no. No. No. No! This can't be! No!

Fuck you look amazing.

Knowing the reason why you're so dishevelled and seeing you so unbelievably gorgeous makes him want to drag you away to a random private room and give you all the pleasure you deserve.

He doesn't even let the firelight team debrief the mission, he doesn't hear anything as he drags you away to his room.

“Ekko! What's gotten into you?” You squeal, you voice light and full of confused happiness.

The handsome boy just stays quiet as he whips open his bedroom door, slams it, and locks it.

All the firelights look to one another before coming to the same conclusion. Leave those two alone for a while unless you want to be traumatized.

As your firelights warn one another, you and Ekko are just passionately making out. Grunts, groans, moans, and whines are all that’s heard in the room. Ekko pulls you desperately into his lap and ruts against your clothed sex. You whine loudly into his plush mouth.

“Ekko! Seriously, fuck what's gotten you so revved up?”

Ekko groans that you stopped his kisses, “You did. You're amazing, I'm so lucky you're mine and fuck you look so good.”

You go back to kissing and the rutting intensifies. You're tempered to strip down and get Ekko’s lovely cock inside you but the rutting is too good. The layers of clothes causing amazing pleasure to your pudgy clit and Ekko’s engorged cock.

You two paw one another like horny teens rather than young adults, but it feels too good to stop.

In no time you cum harshly into your pants, your underwear sticky and soaked to your sensitive pussy. Ekko groans deeply and you feel him rutt desperately into your pussy as he cums too.

The two of you pull away and pant deeply.

“Did that just happen?” You ask, tone full of disbelief. Ekko laughs and nods.

There's a small bitog silence between the two of you before you calmly state, “Can my team and I debrief you now?”

The look of embarrassment that crosses Ekko’s face makes you laugh so hard you snort, and Ekko punches you in the shoulder.

All you can hope is that the other firelights didn't hear you…

(they did. Oops.)

I hope y'all liked this! I accidentally made Vander’s longer than the others due to exposition. It was a bit hard to write for this many characters but I think I did well! Love ya xoxo ❤️

[bitchface24-7]

Steb from Arcane only spoke once which in the series finale, appears to be a call to action: "Let's G0! Other than that, he didn't speak at all! I hope it helps!

I knew he spoke once I just couldn't recall when he did! Thank you so much for confirming! I'll ensure to add more facial and body expressions for Steb when I get asked to write for him. We’ll swoon over his voice the odd time he speaks xoxo

- V ❤️

[bitchface24-7]

Do you do headcanons? If so, how many characters can we request for headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader, etc? Can we request Arcane Vander, Steb, and Ekko? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? If so, can we request Dom/sub, creampie, bondage, cunnilingus, spanking, finger fucking, size kink, deepthroating, threesome, virginity loss, squirting, nipple play, praise kink, shibari, voice kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, body worship, crossdressing, coming in pants/underwear, and lingerie? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

Hi! This has a lot of topics covered so I’ll answer them in point form:

If headcanons are requested, then yes I'll write them :)

I'd say depending on how long you want the writing to be, I'd be down to write for 6-8 characters (or really any even number, odd numbers make me shudder unless they're 5’s)

I will do the same prompt with different characters :)

I have no problems with people doing specific requests on gender for the reader. Typically my works are gender neutral but I do lean into writing for fem!reader for smut since I am a CIS woman, but I have written gn!smut. I've wrote MLM smut too on AO3, I haven't broached that yet here.

I'm down to write for Vander, Steb, and Ekko. Out of all those mentioned I know Steb the least. I'm not even sure he talks in the show, let me know in the comments if I'm wrong LOL

I won't shy away from taboo or dark topics. If for what ever reason a request makes me uncomfortable, I’ll say so. But that RARELY happens, so I'm here if anyone wants dark and or taboo writing!

I'm down for AU’s! AU’s can bring more substance and nuance to already beloved characters!

I'm down for suggestive writing but no explicit sex scenes. Many of my fics are written in this way!

I will also do full out NSFW requests, and the kinks listed above I have already written about! The only ones I haven't written above off the top of my head are nipple play, shibari/bondage, and crossdressing.

I'm not particular on which kinks you can and cannot request. The only one(s) I wont write is anything SCAT or Vomit related. I'm not sure about watersports. Other people write it very well, I'm not certain I will write it as good.

Anons can indeed request smut.

I understand worry over your requests being received and wanting to check up if we did get them. But after posting this list, I’ll have 54 requests waiting in my inbox to write for. If you're all alright shooting a DM and asking that way instead with a small synopsis of what your request is, I'll answer it that way. Your anonymity will still be there, I won't link or add your account to your request. Only I will know your handle regarding a specific request.

I hope this little list answers all your questions and helps anyone else in regards to their own questions! As I said above, Ill have 54 requests after this one is published. I AM trying to write as much as I can. Eventually, I hope they all get done. Love y'all!

Xoxo

- V ❤️

[bitchface24-7]

IM SICK

AND ON MY PERIOD

ITS SO DYSPHORIC

IM DYING

pls m/gn or m/m period/sickness comfort help

Hi! I already wrote a gn!reader regarding their period here:

It has a Viktor x Reader section and a Jayce x Reader section. You didn’t specify which ship you’d like so I hope these two make you feel better!

Xoxo ❤️

- V

[bitchface24-7]

May I request for some slight angst? (maybe a little sexual tension)

Jayce disappeared, leaving the reader as Ambessa's last hope for securing Hextech weaponry. Meanwhile, at the commune, Viktor learns from one of his followers that Hextech is now being used for weapons. Recognizing the familiar design (crafted by the reader) he decides to rescue them from Ambessa's grasp.

THE LAST HOPE - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: Viktor is gone, Jayce is gone, Sky is gone. You're all that's left of the Hextech team, and Ambessa will use you to ensure she gets what she wants. You're smart, efficient, and skilled. You have no choice. Unless… maybe you do.

warnings: talks of war, guilt-tripping, feelings of abandonment and hopelessness, getting saved by Viktor Pookie, comfort, fluff, angst

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Y'all have got some scrumptious ideas. I hope y'all enjoy this… also that middle picture… omg y'all when I found it on Pinterest… lord have mercy he's SO FINE WTF 😩😩

Viktor is gone, Jayce is missing, and Sky is dead. You're the last one of the Hextexh team. You have no idea where it all went wrong.

Was it when Mel got Jayce into the Council? Was it the bomb? Was it the Hexcore killing Sky? Mutating Viktor? It definitely turned to dog shit when your groups invention caught the eye and interest of Ambess Medarda.

You're smart. But you're better at working with your hands. You were constantly in the forge with Jayce, creating prototype after prototype. You even helped him with Viktor’s cane and brace.

You're quite efficient at creating something from nothing. If you have a detailed blueprint, you can make it.

And Ambessa Medarda knows this.

You have no place to run and hide. You're trapped. A rabbit against the wolf.

You stood no chance against her.

So you did what you were told. Reluctantly. Hatefully. Regretfully you did what you were told.

The weapons and armour you designed were top-notch. High quality. Legendary. The best of the best. Ambessa let you know of her pride and praise for your work.

It felt good.

It felt disgusting.

You fought against her as best you could, but she's better than you in every way that matters. One day, after you finished the latest weapon blueprint she bluntly told you,

“You’re just as guilty as I, child. Your hands are covered in blood just as much as mine are. I may have been wielding the weapons. But you made them.”

She walks out of the lab, and you collapse onto the ground. Sobs wracking your body as you hyperventilate. She's right. Oh god she's right! How many people have been injured, maimed, killed by your inventions? Your genius? You gag a few times, almost throwing up at the nauseous feeling deep in your stomach.

You never wanted this. You wanted to help people. You wanted to save others. Instead, you're killing them.

God Viktor, Sky, and Jayce would be so disappointed. But what can you do? You have guards stationed at every door, people in the shadows constantly ministering your every move, and no freedom.

You're trapped.

Until… you aren't.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor knows something is wrong. Jayce is missing, Sky is dead, and he has no news on you. You, his beloved friend and cherished partner. His followers have nothing to give. No sightings, no understanding of where you could be. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

It isn't until a follower of his enters his personal chambers does Viktor know where you are.

They're holding a beautifully crafted sword. The blade is sharp, polished, and deadly. The pommel is a beautiful design, and the hilt has a secure strip of leather to help grip.

The hexgem captures Viktor's attention immediately. As does the faintest swirl design on the pommel. It's your initials. They're faint, barely legible, but they're there.

You always sign your work. “Just in case someone decides to steal it!” you'd always say. But your signature would be bold, fancy, and sometimes over the top. Always incorporated delicately and tastefully in your work. But this… this is subdued. Hidden. Almost shameful. You don't want your name attached to these weapons, but they are yours.

And Viktor knows only a few people in this world knows of your signature style.

One of them is dead and the other is missing.

Viktor knows where to get you. Where to save you. And he's gonna make sure he does just that.

He thanks the follower who brought the sword to his attention, and leaves his chambers. He leaves the commune.

He hopes you are okay. He prays for it actually.

He doesn't know what he’ll do if you aren't.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It starts out like any other day. Working in the lab, ignoring the painful nostalgia that hits you, working in the forge, hating your life, eat, sleep, repeat.

But something felt different. You felt it in your gut.

When you hear shouting and banging outside the labs doors you inhale sharply and pick up a letter opener. At least you have something to defend yourself with, even if it’s a bit pathetic.

The letter opener clangs back onto the desk when you see a very familiar figure open the lab doors.

It’s Viktor.

You tear up a bit at the sight, a few tears streaking down your face against your will as you gaze at the man you thought you'd never see again.

His face is as handsome as ever. His skin is mottled in various shades of purple, some golden bits of metal scatter throughout his body. His hair is longer with some blond pieces framing his face in a gorgeous way.

He's wearing what seems to be the blanket Jayce gave him all those months ago. But its styled in a way you never thought you'd see Viktor in. His waist and ribs exposed on one side, multiple leather belts hold the piece together. Sky’s pin is on the blanket as well.

God he looks amazing.

He's your saviour. You could kiss him.

And that's what you do.

Without thinking of the consequences this action may cause, you bolt towards Viktor and leap into his arms, crushing your lips against his. Your arms wrap around his neck and your hands grasp desperately into his long luscious hair.

Viktor gasps a bit and you take the initiative into caressing your tongue into his mouth. That causes Viktor to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you back firmer. Hungrier.

God you could do this for hours, unfortunately, you need to breath.

You pull back slowly and touch your forehead to Viktor's. A nonverbal way of communication.

I love you. I missed you. I’ll always be with you.

Viktor huffs out a laugh, “I wasn't expecting that.”

“You should've. I dropped hints the size of boulders that I liked you before…”

“Before everything went to shit.”

“Yeah…”

Viktor nidges his nose against yours and lightly tilts your face to press a kiss to your cheek. A smile graces your face in what feels like years.

Viktor's grip tightens on your waist and you gasp in shock. You've always appreciated his hands. How strong yet delicate they were. Agile in ways you couldn't comprehend. Now they're squeezing bruises into your skin, your surprised you haven't collapsed yet.

“May I… make up for the lost time I unintentionally lost? Many nights I could've had you instead of my hand. What a shame.”

You inhale sharply when a kiss and sharp nip is placed on your neck. Your dreaming. You have to be dreaming. Viktor hasn't saved you. You're stuck as Ambessa’s weaponsmith, you're sleeping in the lab, you haven't eaten yet today. This is a delusion.

But the stinging in your neck proves it to be reality.

You bit your lower lip nervously and nod your head yes rapidly, “Take me. Please. Take me away from here and make me yours.”

Viktor chuckles a bit. Its dark and smooth, “Darling, you're already mine. But let’s go back to my commune hmm? Seeing you debauched is for my eyes only.”

And with that, Viktor leads you out of the lab you all once shared. Away from Piltover. From Ambessa and her demands. To a place of safety with the man you've always had a small crush on.

Who's going to wreck your shit?

You can tell. His demeanour, his attitude. The way he looks at you. The way he's walking without a cane. His back straight and proud.

You know you won't be walking for a while after Viktor has had his way with you.

You aren't complaining.

I got a little sloppy at the end but I hope y'all like it! Viktor’s always so… breathtaking. Honestly, I’m down horrendous for this man its not even funny. I think I'd scare him if I was in the Arcane-verse 💀

[bitchface24-7]

Hi this is my first time requesting a story so please bear with me (my first language isn't english)

Can you make a jayvik fic when they are in the lab struggling to crack open a code or an ecuation and reader (preferably male or gn) disides to help them and they find out reader is really smart or even smarter than them but they barely help out because they are just a lazy potato

HIDDEN GENIUS - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: you’ve always been great in school. Barely studying, amazing grades, and your teachers loved you. If only you participated a but more in class. A prodigy is what they’d all call you. But you’re burnt out. You’re tired of all the expectations, so you’ve taken a backseat in academics. Until your two boys are struggling, and you could easily help them.

warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, V and J stressed tf out and here you are cutting up an apple to eat, you help them… eventually, teasing, banter, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. As a burnt-out gifted kid myself, I hope this is relatable. Also, I've been eating apples like crazy these past few weeks, so y'all are having some now too LMAO

This is a lot shorter than my average writing. I'm just trying to get back into my groove. So I hope y'all still enjoy my small blurbs ❤️

Your boys are stressed.

It's easy to see.

Jayce is pacing, running his hands through his hair and muttering in irritation. Viktor just sighs every once in a while and swears under his breath.

The chalkboard is dusty, due to the amount of time they've redone their calculations. It’s a mess. Jayce's clothes are ruffled and Viktor has chalk all over his hands and a bit on his face.

They're completely drained.

You slowly look up toward the board as you finish cutting up your apple into slices, the core left onto the paper towel on your desk. Your eyes scan the board quickly— and you immediately see where they've gone wrong.

“You forgot to equalize the equation. Also, is that a negative sign or a smudge of chalk on the board?”

Viktor and Jayce stop their crash out and slowly turn to look at you, Jayce looks bewildered, Viktor looks feral.

The slight man whips back around and half-hazardly fixes the equation. His arm tense, the chalk clicks against the board in a gross way that makes you cringe; but Viktor’s on a roll. He's not gonna stop.

When he's done, he slams the chalk down into the holder, breaking it in half. Jayce looks away from you as you crunch down onto an apple slice and sees what Viktor’s done.

He fixed it.

He fixed it!

This stupid equation that's been kicking their ass for far too long has finally been solved— and they weren't the ones to do it.

You were.

You solved it as you enjoyed their suffering. As your feet were casually crossed at the ankles as you munched on your apple slices like a child. Jayce kind of hates you right now.

He definitely loves you right now.

“Why haven’t you helped us out until now?! My god… so many breakdowns and crash outs that could’ve been avoided if you helped us…” He questions rapidly, his tone rising with each statement.

You just laugh, “I enjoy watching you two suffer. You look so pretty.”

Jayce's mouth drops and Viktor huffs out a small exhale from his nose, “Sadist.”

“Only for you two, my love.”

You casually munch on another apple slice as your boys look at you with fond exasperation. You're kind of an asshole, but you're their asshole.

They're definitely going to bother you more often now that they know you’ve kept your brain from them.

Viktor looks gleeful as he tells you this, you groan, and Jayce just looks lovesick.

“You're a sadist too Viktor! Damn you!”

A dark hum is all you get in reply, “I never said I wasn't. Should I not use all the tools in my arsenal?”

“Is that all I am? A tool?”

“You're the prettiest one I've got. Neck and neck with Jayce. I'd say the two of you are tied.”

Viktor just continues to work on the blackboard as you and Jayce gape at him.

Damn.

He got you good.

(Guess you'll be helping them out after all huh?)

AHHHHH I've been in the biggest writer slump recently. So I hope y'all enjoy this tiny piece. I may do more bullet form fics since they help my flow in writing. I'm not too focused on the fluffy stuff and get to give you the meat and potatoes of the story. Xoxo love y'all ❤️

[bitchface24-7]

Hey girly you kinda disappeared just wanted to check in and make sure you’re doing okay :]

Hi Kiwi! I'm good, I've just hit writer's block! I try to write a bit on my started drafts when a small burst of inspiration hits me but that's few and far between recently. Hopefully that spark comes back ASAP!! I wanna write, but my brain is like nahhhhh 💀😭

I'm still here LOL

- V ❤️