#Arcane x ftm reader

[liliumsabyss]

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FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ESPECIALLY WITH THIS

Viktor(Arcane) x FTM! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Tw: Mentions of Dysphoria, Mentions of being ashamed for being trans, some self-hate, Reader is on T, Reader is Pre-Top Surgery but is getting it, Needles, maybe ooc Viktor(?), The word trans is never used it is always referred to as “this”(makes sense in the context), Viktor got cured

A/n: HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY! Yes I know I am a little late on this but I still wanted to put something out there as a trans guy. This fic is based on a lot of my own emotions with being trans and how it’s caused me to view myself but also how I’ve grown from my past views of myself causing me to not be ashamed of myself and just let myself be me. And if anyone wants to hear any funny stories from my trans ass I would be more than willing to share them as there is a surplus. So to all my fellow trans masculine folks I hope you enjoy this fic and I wish the best to all of you!<3

In the midst of pursuing the hexacore and building hextech with Jayce, Viktor had met you, a bookstore owner from the rim in which Piltover and Zaun met. You were far more intelligent than being a bookstore owner would let on but didn’t show it off not even being aware that you had it causing Viktor to take on an immediate liking to you as he would peruse through the bookstore on his way to the lab in the early mornings when nothing yet your shop was open. The two of you had become quick friends and then eventually lovers and then you found yourselves sharing an apartment for what you two tried to excuse as for “financial reasons” even though you both knew it to not be true. Your relationship had been built on trust which didn’t come easy for either of you and yet you had kept something to yourself for all the time you had been together you didn’t know why, you weren’t ashamed of it itself, but you guessed you were ashamed in your mind that it would never be the same after Viktor would know. So it was your secret you kept, Viktor never verbally questioned why would would sleep with your shirt on, why you would use a bathrobe instead of a towel, why anytime physical intimacy started to “heat up” you’d awkwardly would put an end to it, why some days you’d sneer at anything that had a glossy enough surface to see your reflection, why you’d have to stab yourself with a needle full of some mysterious medicine(of course in the beginning he did question that one in concerns of your health and safety) and other attributes that for most men wouldn’t make sense. And you were so thankful for that so you kept your secret you knew it would never last but being with Viktor was sweet bliss so you’d enjoy it while it lasted. However you got a letter in the mail regarding top surgery you had spent years saving up for it your hands shook opening the letter terrified of what the surgeon had wrote and reading it you dropped it on the desk, heart surging, tears starting to well out of your eyes, and a huge smile found its way onto your face. They said yes. They said yes. The approval of the surgery. You’d finally be rid of the flesh on your chest that you so much anguish, the flesh that you detested would be replaced by two scars that would mark your struggle and victory. But as you checked the time you realized you were going to be late opening the shop you quickly stuffed the letter in the desk not thinking much about it running off being sure to lock the door behind you racing down the squeaky hallways.

Hours later Viktor arrived home shockingly early for him, you hadn’t even been home yet the reason he was home is he realized that while working on the hexacore he had some papers in the desk that could assist. He briskly walked over to the desk, his cane letting out soft sharp thuds against the wooden ground arriving at the desk. He opened the drawer and grabbed the papers without a thought rushing back to the lab even though it caused a thrumming pain in his leg. At the lab he slowly sat down in the wooden rolling chair he sifted through the papers reading each one carefully under the little lamp desk till he arrived at a letter confused. He read the first line and his heart dropped. It read your name and the words “ your surgery has been approved”. Viktor immediately stood upwards stumbling forgetting to grab his can but using the desk as support. He didn’t read past the first line but he knew what it meant or at least what he thought it meant. He grabbed his cane hurdling himself out of the lab barely remembering to lock it behind him he headed towards the apartment you both had called home, he knew at this time you’d be there. And he knew you, he knew that you would only get surgery that was essential to you which in his mind left only one possibility you were dying or could die without the surgery which broke his heart. Why would you keep something like that from him, especially knowing that once too he was a dying man. It also hurt him that it felt like you couldn’t rely upon him he would gladly pay for it then and one hundred times over after all hextech did make him and Jayce more wealthy and even then he could emotionally support you, be an anchor if you needed it. He wobbled up the uneven stairs and down the hall of the apartment building quickly unlocking the wooden oak door to your home while still having the letter in hand. Opening the door he saw you sitting on the couch curled up reading a book. He barged through the door slamming it behind him making you aware of his presence.

 “ Hey Vik-“ You started to say before getting cut off by Viktor.

“ What is this?” He said sharply holding up the letter in his free hand giving it a slight shake angrily. Your eyes became as wide as saucers staring at the letter in his hand with fear as you bolted upwards your hands out in front of you ready to explain everything ready for your relationship to be over.

“ Look I can explain-“ You started once again before once again being cut off by the other male quite harshly.

“ How can you explain this?! How can you justify hiding this?!” Viktor responded bitterly, his tongue cutting sharp like knives.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t think it would ever get this far-“ You tried to say before Viktor interrupted.

“ You didn’t think it would get this far?! And what you're sorry you didn’t tell me you are dying!” He seethed out wrapped up in his emotions too wrapped up to notice the confused expression on your face.

“ I'm sorry, what?” You said dumbfounded and in utter confusion of his statement. Only saying this caused him to go on a rant about how could you not tell him and other statements along those lines. You went into your headspace trying to figure out what in the actual hell this conversation was about only to think about it more. Quickly you caught onto the fact that Viktor has always respected your privacy but a he must’ve accidentally come across the letter as it had been in the desk with some of his papers and had read it stopping after the first line for the sake of your privacy but also worry.

“ Viktor,” you started out sternly trying to make your voice as flat as possible. “ Viktor read the entire letter.”

Viktor just went silent his face still held bits of grief and anger but sure enough he looked down reading the letter his face remaining the same till you figured he came across the line “ the consultation before your chest masculinization subcutaneous mastectomy will be held on the date xx/xx/xxxx if you have any concerns or need to reschedule please respond back.” Viktors face softened with realization of your avoidance of being shirtless, or just naked in front of him for that matter yet unreadable as he finished the letter. He looked up at you. You thought you would be terrified and yet you felt relieved but you also felt grief mourning the relationship which you had thrived in wither away because of what you are.

“ I am sorry I lied to you, I'll pack my stuff and stay at the store.” You started remorsefully, your head hanging low, refusing to look at him chewing at your bottom lip in stress. The sound of his cane thumping across the floor matched your heartbeat and when he stopped in front of you the thumping stopped with both his cane and your heart. You almost jerked at the feeling of his strong thin hand that was placed on your shoulder waiting a second to see if you’d push his hand away from your shoulder to which you didn’t he stepped even closer sliding his arm around you holding you against his chest lightly to not scare you. While Viktor was touch starved it was often you who took charge grabbing his hand, pulling him into hugs and kisses all sorts of intimate moments but when he did take the lead it meant something it was his way of telling you that he loved you. And you could tell exactly what he was doing here embracing you gently enough where you could pull away at any moment if you so desired but hard enough where it anchored you there in that moment with him. 

“ You never lied, and I am sorry my love I just worry for you.” The brunette male Sid squeezes you slightly for your comfort or maybe his own.

“ I am sorry I kept this from you but how can you still love me after knowing about this” you said wildly gesturing to your body still in VIktors embrace.

“ Because I love your entire being and this is a part of you so I love it as well.” VIktor stated warmly as if the sentiment was basic logic. But that’s exactly what you loved about Viktor is that to him his compassion, his love was just basic logic yet any other person would actually struggle to empathize and love at his level. And with the statement any of that shame that festered in you seeped out maybe not completely but you at least knew that you didn’t have to feel ashamed of it.

“ I love you so much Viktor.” You said squeezing you arms around him you could sense he flushed at the statemeant while he could say the sweetest phrases that mean ten times more than I love you to other people he himself could barely hear an “ I love you” without flushing and stammering. 

“ And I you. And if you need me by your side I will be there.” He said squeezing you back the two of you standing there in the middle of your home just enjoying each other's embrace soaking in the love for one another. 

[yanderestarangel]

I beg on my knees, please do a mtf! sevika x ftm! reader, where sevika tries to get her sweet sub hubby pregnant✨✨

♡⁠┊TW: mtf!sevika, ftm!reader, vaginal penetration, au, t-dick, breeding, mommykink, unprotected sex...+

She would be astonished and proud that you lasted so many hours on her cock. It had been a long time since the two of you had fucked like animals in heat. The older woman's cock throbbed with each thrust of her hips meeting yours, every expression of pleasure spilling from your lips as you rode her like your life depended on it. The sensation was intoxicating—like honey, sweeter and more addictive than the purest drug. She knew she would never tire of it.

You were so wet she could feel it dripping down to her balls, the obscene, beautiful sounds of your slick echoing through the room. Your already sore and reddened pussy clung to her, while your t-dick was overstimulated to the point of aching. Yet, she didn't stop. Her fingers continued massaging that sensitive spot, drawing out desperate whimpers of her name from your lips like a mantra. You begged her to cum again, to fill your womb until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. But she couldn’t stop—she wouldn’t.

Even as your muscles burned and pleaded for rest, your core craved more. Struggling to find your wife’s soft breasts amidst the overwhelming pleasure, you clung to her as she used her hips to hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

The older woman grunted and moaned, her hands gently holding your head in place as she encouraged you to suck on her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. She watched you through a haze of pleasure, her cock pulsing deep inside your body.

"Good boy..." she murmured, her voice hoarse and dripping with affection. "Taking everything mommy has to offer, huh? Fuck... I’m going to fill you up so much—I’ll make you such a beautiful father."

Her hands gripped your hips tighter, her thrusts growing sharper as she grabbed your ass cheeks to drive herself deeper, the head of her cock brushing against your womb. She slapped your face gently, forcing you to look into her eyes. The firmness of her grip kept you grounded, though it would have been easier to lose yourself completely in the overwhelming sensation.

Her thumb traced your bottom lip, her gaze softening as she smiled faintly. A warning pulse of her cock made you gasp. "I want you to keep it all inside, okay? I want to make sure my husband takes it all like the strong man he is."

Her words hypnotized you, making you whimper and beg for another hot load. Sevika was all too happy to grant your wish. Her final thrusts were accompanied by the sound of skin slapping and filthy words spilling into the air. When she came again, you felt your walls milk her cock, greedily taking every drop of her cum as it painted your insides. Her thick fingers pressed against your entrance, ensuring not a single drop escaped.

She kissed your forehead, her hand soothingly running along your back as you calmed. "It’s okay, baby boy. You took it all like a good man. I can’t wait to see you looking beautiful and full with our children." she whispered, her voice tender and filled with promise.

And if the next few weeks didn’t bring results, she would make sure you stayed on her cock until they did—even if it meant keeping you there 24/7.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ You better lock your door and look at me a little more (we both know I'm worth waitin' for) ❞

Vander x ftm!reader | fluffy, NSFW, slight angst | there's some plot at the end | reader has had top-surgery & bottom growth | versatile. bottom. reader | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 5k

warnings: r! is a prostitute, brothel mentioned, mentions of addiction, spanking, fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like boypussy, pussy, boycunt, cunt are used)

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authors note: you guys have @strayjester to thank for this because of the thirst we had for this fine-ass single dad...

*song on repeat: Billie Boss Nova by Billie Eilish *YN is described as being shorter than Vander in this fic.

He’s getting that itch under his skin again. Muscles aching and throat begging for the soothing burn of addictive smoke. Vander tosses a rag on his shoulder, scratching at his beard as he fixes his posture. His skin feels stretched thin, aching for a salve to fill the crevices and drought; his ears muffle the bar, and the song playing floats into his ears.

The playful percussions, the whispering tone of the singer, and the sighs of the adlibs remind him of the fairytales of fairies, sirens, and boys in masks in nothing but a see-through robe.

Vander straightens up, briefly glancing over at the doors of the bar. The underground doesn’t get sunlight, but like a dog, he knows when people are starting to head back home. The crowd in here was mostly gone, some were passed out in the booths and some intently eating sunflower seeds in their corner. He’d have to clean it up and make sure the tables weren’t sticky, and the floor needed a good sweep too.

Impatientness grows in him. Vander sighs, pouring himself a shot of something to reinvigorate him, and slams the glass down. It startles the man at the bar enough to have him reach for his coins, the rest get the same hint.

“You look like you need a nightcap," Spider mutters. Vander thinks it’s ridiculous for people to call the seamstress such an intimidating name when she vehemently despises the arachnids, but it stuck and she has no choice but to embrace it. She has the courtesy of bringing her bowl of opened sunflower seeds and an empty glass to him instead of just stumbling off.

But Vander knows it isn’t exactly out of the kindness of her heart.

It flatters him that she finds him attractive. Really, it does. She was a beautiful woman and a capable one too. But Vander is tired and truly, he doesn’t want his rendezvous to be chattered on about everywhere. His kids didn’t need to hear about any of it.

“Aye’, that I do. Thankfully, I own a bar,” she chuckles and reaches forward to swat at his shoulder. Vander just smiles, taking her dishes and placing them elsewhere so his back is turned to her. “It’s not good practice to drink your own stock,” Spider places her elbows on the table and Vander doesn’t need to spare a glance to know her breasts are on display too. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, and most likely won’t be the last.

The song ends with a soothing croon from the singer and Vander’s cock twitches in his pants as he spots the business card stuck between the frame of the mirror.

“Ya’ sober enough to make your way back safe?” Spider’s brows pinch and she mutters, gluing her gaze on Vander’s face as he pulls the rag down to wipe the table. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

Vander nodded, bidding her a good night she simply replied with a wave. She was the last to leave through the front door and Vander manages to not groan in relief at the click he hears.

‘ Hurry! ‘ A voice tells him. It’s early in the morning now, the window is closing but he can’t possibly leave the bar in this state. He’ll be the one regretting it when he opens tonight. Vander imagines he must’ve looked a bit dumb as he stares at the state of the bar when Vi appears at the top of the stairs.

“What?” Vi tilts her head at him but gestures loosely to the tables and chairs. “I said I can clean it, you look...tired.”

He sighs, squeezing the back of his neck. “What’re you doing up so early, Vi?” she shrugs which is a non-answer but pushes through the doorway and meanders behind the bar. Her head pops out and she places the iron bucket of cleaning supplies. Vander walks to her, handing her the rag as he reaches for a broom.

“Vander, I can clean the place just fine,” she huffs. “All by yer’self? S’gonna take ya’ forever,” he’s jesting but she finds no humor in it. The girl crosses her arms as she glares up at him. A part of him wants nothing more than to dash out of here, to find that salve he desperately is aching for, but there was no way he could leave his daughter to clean up by herself just because he wanted to get his dick wet.

“Dude, just go,” Vi grabs the bucket and rag and marches to the tables. He frowns a bit, crossing his arms as he contemplates it.

“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” Vi shakes her head. “Nope! Milo was snoring and Claggor kept moving in his sleep. Powder must be tired because she’s sleeping through it with no problem.” Vi’s always been a light sleeper. Most of the people in the underground were. But Vander just needs to ask; “Ya’ sure it wasn’t the nightmares?” Vi pauses in her wiping and Vander watches her face as she sends him a pouty expression.

“Yes, I’m sure. I haven’t had one of those in forever anyway — just go rest, old man. I can wipe down tables and sweep floors by myself.”

“Are you sure — “

“Dude!”

The path he takes is always quiet. Hidden between tight alleyways and old wires hung too low — he rarely saw characters here other than the occasional cat or shady hooded figure but that was a normal sight anywhere.

The back of the building is less glamorous than the front but not out of neglect. It was purposefully made that way — fewer lights, fewer signs, and fewer girls spilling from the door. But he peeks up from the hood of his jacket and he sees the voyeuristicly lit windows. The shadows of bodies behind the thin curtains, the seductive glow and thrum of the others. The back door is not locked, it's just made to look that way so people feel dirtier pushing the heavy door open.

He hears a whistle and his cock honestly to god jumps at the sight of your naked shoulders. Your mask was askew, your hair messed up, and smears of lipstick on your lips, and your skin; Vander is envious of the cigarette holder you have in your grip.

When your lips wrap around it he feels the exhaustion melt away. Plumes of purple smoke pour out from your mouth; “Had a feeling you’d be comin’ over."

Vander laughs, moving to the door with his eyes still on you. “Yeah? Just knew, did ya’?”

You nod, placing your chin in your palm as he opens the door.

“Yeah. My ass has been wanting a good stretch the whole day, only gets that way when you’re comin’ over.”

' Coming over ', you make it sound like he’s a teenage boy sneaking through your window. Vander says nothing as he walks in and you grin at it. His silence was good — it meant he was going to give it to you just how you wanted. You finish the cigarette and slip the curtains close.

Vander liked his privacy after all.

The hallways are familiar, but he still thinks the wallpaper is a bit too busy and the creak in the floorboards should have been fixed. Saying it out loud feels a bit shameful. After all, how often would he have to come over to recognize these things?

He passes by a doorway guarded with beaded curtains and he ignores the moans of the woman who is being devoured by another. The doorway next to it has the sounds of leather rubbing against leather so he peeks as he passes by to see it shines under the low lights.

Reaching the stairs, Vander is greeted by Sevika lip-locked with another woman. He lowered his head, hoping she was too busy fingering her to notice. At the landing, there’s a wall of hooks, and on each of them held a mask of an animal. They differed in all sorts of sizes, and materials, each handcrafted by different artists. Customers wear them if they’d like but it was a must for employees.

The allure, the secrecy, the seductive notion of masked strangers sucking your cock, blah blah blah.

He grabs the wolf mask, slipping it on with ease, as he climbs the rest of the stairs. He misses Sevika staring at his back with squinted eyes.

“D’you know him?” she asks. The girl in the doe mask pants but eyes Vander’s frame through the wooden bars of the stairs. “Him? Oh, he’s a regular. Secretive, and never lets anyone else see his face other than the Fantastic Mr. Fox.”

That makes Sevika snort. “(Y/N)? He only comes here for him?” She can’t exactly blame the man. You were a talented little beast. Hands, mouth, feet, cunt, ass — every part of you was made with pleasure in mind. She enjoys having you in a headlock as she pounds into your asshole, enjoys your tongue inside of her and your filthy little words.

But just for you? This pleasure house had a gaggle of beasts for him to lay with. Hairy beasts with cocks just as big as their arms who enjoy plowing and being plowed. Demure little nymphs with a talent to make people beg for their cocks to be stepped on or to cry in pleasure. Tall beasts, short beasts, catering to every need and fetish a man could have.

“There’s a betting pool,” the Doe says. Sevika turns to face her as the masked man enters the hallway leading to your room. “About?” Sevika pulls her fingers out to pull away the negligee and kneads at her small breast. She shudders, arching her back into her but continues; “The Wolf and The Fox. That he’s smitten, maybe even a bit obsessed.” Sevika scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pinches Doe's perk nipple between her fingers,

"Poor bastard."

"I think it's — ah — cute," Doe retorts as she squeezes Sevika's biceps. "To you maybe, a smitten customer gets you more coin," Sevika grunts out, her tone light despite it.

"Falling in love with a whore is just stupid."

"You saying you don't love me, Daddy?" Doe pouts her lips. Sevika chuckles as she lowers her head to nibble on it. "I'll love you tonight, baby. Think that'll be enough?"

The door has the symbol of your mask, painted in gold. It's ajar, a sliver of light lighting the carpeted floors and Vander rolls his shoulders as he pushes the door open.

Your room is heavy with the smell of incense. There's thudding against the walls, moans of pleasure echoing despite it being muffled. Vander's shoes make no noise. The carpets on the floor provide more than just comfort. Discretion. This room and the others on this floor are all for high-paying customers.

He closes and locks the door behind him. He reaches for his mask but your voice stops him.

"Keep it on," you push yourself off the door frame, the beads clattering softly, and Vander tits his head at your sashay. Your mask was left on the bed, leaving your face bare, and Vander cocks a brow as he looks down at you.

"One of those nights?" His hands settle on your waist. The size of them, the roughness that's felt through the silk of your robe, it makes your grin stretch wider. "You got other ideas, Vander?" you muse. "Was hopin' to kiss ya'," he huffs.

The grip on your ass lurches you forward further into his broad chest. Vander's eyes are heavy, the shadows attempt to hide the desire but it's futile. He's kneading, hitching you up higher until you're barely on your toes.

Head tilting, he leans in. Your head floats away, hands still gripped onto his shirt as he chases and you don't give in.

"(Y/N)," his tone suggests a warning. But it's amusing. Here you are, in his arms. His strength keeps you in place and in the air; the mask is akin to a muzzle. Except he's fully capable of taking it off if he wishes.

The fact that you asked for him to keep it on is not lost to you. Your words alone held so much power over him. You place his neck between the gap of your thumb and pointer finger, barely there pressure keeping him still despite the yearning in his eyes.

"You're exhausted, big guy. Long day, yeah?" Vander nods at your words.

"Lay down on the bed. I'll make you feel good."

He hesitates for a moment. But your feet find the floor again and he begrudgingly parts. When he walks past you, you follow behind him. He pauses when you reach for the front of his pants, looking at you from over his shoulder.

"Take off your clothes for me, baby."

Your bed is shaped in a semi-circle. The curtain around it was drawn all the way back. There's a mountain of pillows and bolsters that welcome Vander's naked frame as he settles on it.

The trail of his clothes on the floor has your silk robes accompanying you as you stand at the end of the bed.

Vander tilts his head, widening his legs and stroking his hairy thighs. Leading your eyes to the thick dick that's already at full mast.

"Damn," you whistle. The bed dipped under the weight of your knee. "I know I'm good looking but you can't be that hard from just 5 seconds of laying your eyes on me."

He can't tear his gaze from you. From the marks on your face to the state of your hair; the bare skin that he loves to bruise and mark up — despite being told by you it's not exactly encouraged — Vander is convinced you're not real sometimes.

The arcane has been long gone now. Yet, here you are. Living, breathing, proof that its remnants linger in pumping hearts and honey-sweet skin. With just your voice, you make his knees buckle and his cock strain through the material of his pants.

Just the whisper of your name has his entire day derailed as he thinks and thinks and thinks of you.

Oh, (Y/N).

You're his undoing.

Gooseflesh spread at your touch and Vander groans as you settle yourself between his legs. That haunting touch makes its way to his crotch, ghosting along his aching rod, up his soft stomach, and towards his chest. It rests there and his heart threatens to escape his ribcage. The heat from your cunt has him sighing and settling his hands on the arch of your back. It makes you chuckle.

"Please, darlin'," he begs, "I been needing you so badly. All day."

There's no way you can deny him. Not when your cock jumps at the airy tone he has, that gravelly husk that comes with it. It peeks up, just as hard as his. He can feel it drag along his own and he tightens his grip on you.

"Yeah?" You nose at his neck, trailing your painted lips down. The hairs on his chest tickle your cheek when you place your face there, breathing against his perk nipples.

"Shit, yeah. Can't you feel me?" He grows a bit bolder in his next move. Urging your hips forward so he can feel your wet folds, forcing your stiff cock to rub up. The motion makes your eyes flutter close, sighing against his pebbling nub.

"For such a big man, you're such a teddy bear," you lift your hips, lining his thick head with your needy cunt. He laughs, his masked face tilting downwards as his blue-grey eyes all but glow in excitement.

"I've been told I am a bear," his words end a moan when you slip him inside. The bowl of condoms littered just about everywhere outside this room wasn’t there for decoration. They were there for the John’s and Jane’s who needed them.

But you know Vander. You’ve been the only thing he’s been hitting and you make sure the rest of your clients are always wrapped up.

Everything about him is thick so it’s no surprise you feel the twinge of discomfort as you accommodate to his size. It lingers briefly but once the mushroom tip of his dick is inside pleasure runs up your spine.

“Oh fuck yes,” you wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest together. He instantly embraces you, adjusting his grip to your ass again so he can help you straddle his legs.

“Fuck, baby. Your dick is so big,” and for once you’re not lying about it.

Vander’s a big boy. His thick arms, square jaw, the delicious shape of his nose; his wide chest and sturdy shoulders, and his soft but firm stomach. Fuck, everything about Vander makes your head fill warm.

His dick twitches inside you as you slide down. The snout of the wooden mask bumps into your forehead and you laugh as he leans in.

“S’fuckin’ needy,” he has no protests. You reach for the bottom of the mask and push it up, blinding him but rewarding him with your lips. His beard is soft. As you feel through it, you cup his jaw and he groans into the kiss.

More of him inches inside of you and halfway down, you’re pulling away to breathe. His fingers are going to leave handprints with how roughly he holds you; flesh spilling from the gaps of his greedy digits.

“Fuck, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, say my name, baby.”

Vander grunts when you fix the mask into place. When you lean back, he takes in the sight of the bump on your stomach.

“Perv.” His dick twitches again. So you laugh.

“Absolutely rotten.”

Your eyes slip close as you let gravity take over. Fuck, the way your hips buck up and twitch as he fills you up has his toes curling. You’re dripping wet, the thick and clear liquid travelling down his balls.

“You’re so fuckin’ hard,” he thumbs at your cock. When he uses his knuckles to stroke it, his mouth goes dry at the way it twitches and righteously stands tall.

“All ‘cus of you,” you purr. Vander groans, now idly touching the bump of his dick and you sigh as he presses down on it.

“Ooooh fuck, Vander.”

He rolls your hips, moving to ground his heels into the bed but you beat him to it. Your hands brace his knees and you lift up and up and up — his tip bumping into yours in the brief time it’s out of you — then slipping him all the way inside again.

Vander curses, his accent thickening as you throw his head back.

You chew on your bottom lips, savouring the explosion of pleasure behind your eyelids. As you look at his heaving chest, you cannot stop the sharp grin that crawls onto your face.

Placing one hand on his shoulder, you put your thighs to work. Vander is at your mercy. Panting and moaning behind the mask as he watches your work on his cock. Riding him, grinding down on him, using his thick dick for your pleasure.

Your other hand leads his own to a surprise.

Between your ass that he adores so much, he bucks up when he feels the base of a plug inside of your ass.

“Oh, you liked that,” you moan. All high and airy as you slow down into grinding, thighs burning. Vander is tugging onto the plug and your rim stretches as he teases it in and out.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he growls out.

“You’ll die happy, don’t — mngh — duh-don’t...Shit, Vander. Baby. Oh fuuuck.”

The exhaustion of the day has seeped out from him it seems. He’s leaning forward, caging you between his raised knees and firm front.

In one smooth movement, your back bounces on the bed and he’s on top of you. The acoustic of the wooden mask makes him sound like an animal as he growls above you, he huffs and pants like a proper wolf.

You share a long look, even as he rocks in and out of you and you feel your heavy eyelids threaten to squeeze shut. He braces onto his elbows, his weight on you making you whine and keen.

He takes the reigns and smiles when you reach to take his mask off. It thuds onto the carpet, mere inches away from your own mask.

“Hey, handsome.” You stroke over his cheekbones, gasping into his mouth as he kisses you. A particularly deep thrust makes you arch off the bed and it distracts you from his deft hands pulling out your plug.

“Your cunts got me all nice and wet,” he growls into your ear. “Perfect for fucking your ass then,” you whisper back.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” He slips out and you whimper at the loss. You’re not empty for long. He taps his tip onto your winking hole and you chew on the insides of your cheeks in anticipation.

“C’mon, baby. Fuck me.”

“Yes, sir,” he purrs with a devillishly handsome smile.

He rights his posture, holding your ankles in one grip and folding your legs so your knees are nearly at your chest.

The stretch makes you toss your head to the side, cunt gaping as he fixates on the sight of your greedy holes.

Vander spits onto your hole and pushes in deeper. It makes you sing like a proper whore. Clutching onto the sheets while your chest heaves.

God, when he takes over like this — it makes you fantasize about how good it’d feel to wake up in his bed for once — but fantasies like that are dangerous. Vander is smarter than that, he’d know better than to bring a whore back home. Especially a whore like you.

His heavy balls slap against your ass. It knocks the breath out of you. You cry out, tears pricking your eyes when he strokes your dick. Vander splits your thighs and he holds your face with so much care you feel your heart pound our of your chest.

“(Y/N),” when he moans your name you want nothing more than to keep him here with you forever.

When he fucks up into your ass, you inch forward with every strong thrust. So he holds you down, keeping you in place as he stretches out your ass. The friction on your dick makes you even wetter. But you still hiss in discomfort as your rim clenches around him. Vander pants above you, slowing to a stop.

“Lube, darlin’?”

You nod, gesturing to the nightstand. Vander kisses you, pulling out as he turns and grabs the strawberry-scented bottle. You lay out on the bed, breathing heavily as you recompose yourself.

Vander lubes his dick up, eyeing your cunt a little too hungrily for your liking. So you knock your knees together, staring at him pointedly when he blinks innocently at you. “No double dipping,” you warn. Vander scoffs, grinning loosely.

“I know that, boy.” “D’you?”

Your expression makes him snort. He parts your legs again, smearing some lube on your hole before he presses his heavy cock inside of you again.

“‘Course I do. Your cunt’s just so sexy, can’t help but stare.”

“Yeah? Should I call another client and make him fuck my pussy while you fuck my ass?” You’re goading him. He realizes that. But the flash of jealousy that comes across his face is not something he can control.

Vander doesn’t respond. Merely grunting as he fucks into you. You yelp at the strength he’s using, cursing as you’re dragged onto his dick. Helpless as he uses you.

“Yuh - You pissed?” he glares at you but shakes his head.

“No.”

“Yer' a shitty liar.” You moan out his name as he turns you over onto your stomach, barely having time to process his movements as he pulls you onto your knees. He’s bruising you with his grip and when he spanks your ass, you know it’ll be sore till the next day. Every spank makes you tighten up around him. He presses between your shoulder blades and you are keen as he reaches deeper than before.

“M’just joking, Vander,” you pant out. “It’s all yours, all of it — all of me.“

Vander vengeance is in his hips. An unrelenting force that turns your body into nothing but a conduit of pleasure. Your gummy walls are torn between pushing him out and keeping him in — it doesn't matter, in the end, the one with power over you was him. There's bliss in relinquishing control. It's a whisper of voices, serenading you to a high that even the strongest drugs could barely scratch.

Or maybe you were just an addict for sex — or just Vander.

No seasoned whore lets their guard down with a client. There's a degree of trust needed. It's surface level. The bond between you and Vander — there's something oddly binding about it. You've heard of the religions scattered around the world. Of monks who abstain from worldly pleasures, those who worship an entire militia of gods, and those who only believed in one Maker; they spoke with such certainty of their beliefs. The punishment and euphoria waiting for them at the end of the line.

Fucking Vander feels like religion. When he makes your body burn from the inside out with a lust only he can quench — you're doomed and there's no one to blame but yourself.

That's a lie, you bite down on the bedsheets as you feel his balls slap against your cunt and dick. There's someone to blame for putting Vander in your way, (Y/N).

"Shit, sweetheart. I'm close," Vander groans. You moan, forcing yourself to reach back so you can kiss him. Vander feels his heart hammering, reaching to pinch your cock between his fingers to distract himself from these bubbling emotions.

Loving you was a freedom he had long forgotten about. Hearing you moan out his name, digging your nails into his skin and kissing him so deeply. He aches for you — his veins burn when he even thinks he sees you in the crowd.

He loves you.

Vander murmurs something on your lips that you don't catch. But you're too far gone to acknowledge your senses. You're so close to unraveling. Teetering on that edge of bliss as Vander holds you like he wants your bodies to become moulded together like clay.

"Vander, Vander — "

He slips his fingers inside your cunt. You gasp, feeling yourself clench around him like a vice as you squirt onto his fingers and cum around his dick. Vander is close behind, growling out your name as he thrusts in balls deep and floods your ass with his thick ropes of cum.

The both of you ride off the orgasm. His hips still fucking in and out of you in shallow motions that have your breath hitching with every drag and poke. Vander slips his fingers out and brings it to your lips — you chuckle softly, letting them inside as you clean his talented digits.

"How much did you pay the madame?" You nuzzle into his neck, relying on him to hold you up. He kisses your shoulders, his beard tickling your skin as his hands roam your front.

"Long enough. You sick of me already, darling?"

Don't think that's possible, you thought with a loose grin. Vander groans into your mouth as you grab his chin and kiss him.

"Don't flatter yourself, baby."

Vander looks younger when he rests. Not like a boy again, just younger. The lines on his face were less prominent and the softness of his body was more inviting. You're tracing mindless shapes into his chest, chastising the city of Zaun for beginning its morning cycle. The noises from beyond the window are beginning to shift from the noisy nightlife of hookers calling for Johns and booming music from clubs to the food stalls opening and wagons being pulled along the worn-down roads.

You can hear the thudding of Vander's heart under your ear. It squeezes your own so you lift your head and gaze down at him, just taking him in from a new angle. The door clicks and Vander's brows pinch but he does not stir. He trusts you enough to rest. For you to keep vigil over him.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" his voice drawls like a thick caramel. A seductive purr with a certain husk that tingles your senses. The tall, lanky, man enters the room and he is shameless as he takes the both of you in.

"He paid for the whole night, not the day." Silco comments. "He gets a pass on good behavior. What do you need?" Vander's hand is carefully guided to hold one of the pillows and you carefully move to stand.

Silco takes in the sight of you. Moving forward, he grasps your chin in his hand and tilts your head back; "He's always been such a possessive man."

"Yeah? He marked you up like this too?" He regards you with a tepid glance. "Sir," you add smoothly. Giving him a half-hearted grin.

It works. Silco's eyes soften, just slightly but it's a crutch you're leaning on. He likes you more than he'd like to admit and you're beginning to feel guilty for all these emotions brewing inside of you for these two brothers-in-arms.

"Did you learn anything from tonight, (Y/N)?" Silco looks past you to Vander. Turning his voice into a whispering tone that feels more romantic than he probably intended it to.

You contemplate telling him. Pursing your lips for a second before you lean in and embrace Silco, pressing your lips up his jaw and whispering in his ear.

"He's friends with the Sheriff. Grayson. But he worries." "About?" Silco's hands wrap around your waist, shadowing Vander's marks with his own. "He worries about the fresh meat she has on her team. Piltover's steady now but one incident and he doubts he'll be able to keep the peace, no matter how hard Grayson tries. The children," you pause and he turns his head to look at you. You gulp thickly, then continue: "The eldest daughter, Vi, she's getting restless. Dangle bait and she'll bite."

Silco stares for a moment. You take him in, unable to stop the grin that crawls on your face as he presses a long kiss to your lips.

"Well done, (Y/N)." His praise had once been something akin to a drug to you, a high you desperately needed to keep your doubts at bay. A soothing coolness that'll keep this rage inside of you to a lukewarm temperature; the promise that Piltover will soon fall to its knees to Zaun had been your motivation to live for years now.

Yet, your chest tightens and your stomach twists as his words wash over you.

"Of course, sir."

[dimlylittorch]

just lemme chew on him

18+ drabble MDNI

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Silco x pre-op!transmasc!reader

sneaking away with silco into a safe house where the two of you cannot be bothered. the boss deserves a vacation every now and then doesn’t he? bringing you with him bc what fun is a vacation if you can’t have your favorite boy toy with you?

the safe house being a random underground apartment hidden under the streets of the Undercity. soundproof and only accessible with a key he keeps on him at all times. for once he can relax knowing he won’t be bothered.

as soon as the door is triple locked, almost immediately tosses his bag aside, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you into a deep kiss. pushes you against the wall but gently holds the back of you head as you hit the wall, keeping you from any damage. he knew to not break his playthings.

while yes he is dominant, a part of him truly craves to please someone else once in a while. him ensuring you’re comfortable in every aspect, and meeting every request you may have. never putting you in uncomfortable positions simply for his own pleasure.

him pushing you down to sit on the couch so he can get on his knees, yanking your pants down and hooking your legs over his shoulders. him sitting there for a few seconds simply taking in your scent, nose buried against your briefs. you swear you can hear a moan slip past his lips.

you slipping your fingers into his hair which makes him preen into your touch. “you’re pretty when you’re all soft” you smile down at him sweetly. your words make him smile faintly, moving to remove your briefs.

“every monster needs to be a man once in a while..” he murmurs as he kisses along your inner thighs, slipping his fingers into his mouth before pulling them back out and stroking them along your slit. his action makes you his, hips raising slightly.

“fuck” you breathe out faintly as you keep your eyes on him. “love it when you’re nice to him” you smile softly. “you’re his favorite anyways.. loves the attention”

he smiles at that, moving his index finger to trace your clit, circling it gently. “your boycunt does love me, doesn’t he?” he chuckles. “i swear.. he gets so wet for me. it’s quite the compliment.”

when he traces your clit you can’t help but arch your back some, head falling back against the couch. “gentle” you plead faintly

“i know.. i know love” he murmurs as he gently traces your slit with his tongue, the wet muscle slipping past your walls with a contented groan.

your thighs clench around his head, back arching as a whine slips past your lips. his tongue was a feeling you could never get used to. “oh fuck- Sil-“ you choke out as his nose bumps against your clit.

he groans against your cunt, the vibrations making you whine. he slips out of your hole for a moment to look up at you. “you know how i like it.” he says firmly, his eyes locked on your own. you let out a shaky breath before clenching your thighs around his head more, forcing him between your legs. he chokes out a moan as he starts to lap at your soft cunt, his hands squeezing your thighs. “that’s right- good boy” he murmurs.

your face felt like it was on fire as his tongue prodded at your core. you could feel yourself dripping onto his tongue, the feeling making your legs tense to the point where they were shaking, much to his pleasure. when he glances up and sees how flushed you are, he groans and his hips buck up against the couch, begging for relief. “you get so shy.. but your pussy begs for it like a slut, hm? he’s so desperate- soaking my tongue like this. is that all he’s good for? leaking all over a bad man’s tongue?”

his words make you whine, leaning your head back over the back of the couch so your face is somewhat hidden from his gaze. “y-yeah” you manage to choke out. “but you- you like that” you say shyly through a whisper as you bury your face against the back of the couch.

your words make him chuckle, gripping the flesh of your thighs tighter. “your cunt doesn’t have the morals he should” he muses. “silly boy.. these hands have killed. you know that.” he murmurs as he slips a finger past your tight hole, groaning at the feeling.

“ah!- ah fuck” you whimper. “i know- i know” you choke out. He suddenly places a small slap to your pussy making your entire body tense up with a mix of pleasure and slight pain. “please-“

you hear the squelching of your cunt as his circles his finger around your hole, not going deep enough to get you anywhere near cumming. “how does that make you feel?” he questions quietly. “knowing these hands have been soaked in blood?”

he suddenly presses a second finger in, making your back arch and lungs tighten. “oh- oh shit” you gasp. when he doesn’t get a reply as quickly as he would like, he starts to withdraw his fingers. you clamp your thighs around his neck and arm, worried he’d leave. “no! no, i- it-“ you stumble out. “you’re hot” you sigh softly as his fingers press back in. “god you’re hot. and your fingers..” you murmur as you bite your lip softly at the thought- and the feeling.

“just a silly boy, hm? only thinking with your cunt” he smirks softly. “i can’t blame you.. i’d kill any man to fuck this pussy, hm?” He feels how you clench at his words and he chuckles

“boys will be boys, yeah?” You huff out weakly as his fingers slip deeper into you.

“indeed” he muses as you suddenly feel a glob of spit drop down onto your clit making you shiver. “you’ve got me acting like a damn dog.. drooling all over you. i never knew what boycunt could do to a man” he smirks.

rubbing your hand over your face to try and calm the blood rushing through it, you laugh weakly. “if it makes you feel any better- i’m dying to see your cock. you’re not the only depraved one”

he groans at your words, reaching down to palm himself through his pants. “fuck me.. you’ve got quite the mouth, hm?” he murmurs as his fingers find that little spot inside of you- rubbing against it just right.

“fuck! there- there, please- don’t stop” you babble out, reaching forward and tugging on his hair pleadingly.

he can only sit back and admire how well you’re soaking his fingers, a puddle forming on the couch cushion. he rubs that little spot over and over, biting his lip when he looks up at you for your reaction. “you’re beautiful” he groans as his hips grind against the couch, searching for relief.

you tug on his hair more, pulling him against your cunt. “tongue- please” you gasp out weakly and he quickly obliges, his lips locking around your puffy clit, whining when he feels how needy it is. His fingers move quicker as his hips buck against the couch erratically. “fuck! fuck- silco.. god- harder” you whine. he groans and sucks on your clit harder, his fingers rubbing as quick as they can over your spot deep inside your cunt. Your hips buck up against his face repeatedly, barely able to control yourself as you whimper.

he feels how your hole starts to clench around his fingers and he gasps out a moan, lapping at your clit roughly with his tongue as he looks up at you to see your writhing form. he presses harder against your cunt, fingers working over time as he suddenly stand up, moving to lean over you. He presses his face against your neck while his fingers still slip in and out of your cunt, the fabric of his pants how bucking against your clit. “you’re going to make me cream in my pants- fuck..” he groans against your neck as he starts to suck on the skin there.

“Sil..” you say pleading as you turn your head to pull him into a kiss. When his crotch hits against your clit just right, you gasp against his lips, body shaking in his hold. “oh fuck, oh fuck-“ you whine loudly as he groans against your lips. His eyes stay open so he can see your own roll into the back of your head, and when he feels the rush of slick over his fingers, that’s all he needs.

his fingers slow in your cunt as he rocks his hips against you harder, panting against your mouth before he whimpers, collapsing into your lap. he straddles you weakly, fingers leaving your cunt with a pathetic moan as he pulls them up to his lips, licking them clean. tucking his head against your neck, he sighs softly. “how does it feel?” he murmurs. “knowing you can make me cum like that?”

a tired smile crosses your lips as you slip your hands back into his hair, pulling him into a weak hug. “makes me wetter than anything” you murmur contentedly.

he huffs out a laugh, pressing small kisses along the column of your neck. “give me a minute and you can lick me clean, hm?”

[dervampireprince]

thank you everyone who's found me after watching arcane season 2 and my almost 3 years of making viktor audios!

my current audios:

25 sfw

9 public nsfw (6 x listener, 3

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mostly trans viktor

a mix of mostly gender neutral listener, but also female listener, male listener (including trans man listener and t4t viktor x listener), nonbinary listener

my public sfw audios are on youtube and soundgasm, public nsfw are on soundgasm, and the rest are patreon exclusive. all the links are in my pinned post.

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[narxcisse]

Hii first of all I wanna start by saying I ADORE your writing, it brings me so much comfort. I’m not sure if you write for male readers but I was wondering if you could write something smutty with top!Viktor x ftm!reader

Pairing: Viktor x FTM!Reader

CW: suggestive, top Viktor, short. (I'm sorry if this feels stupid or unconvincing, Since I'm not a guy it might feel weird, I even had to consult with a friend to write this.)

English isn't my native language

It's late in Viktor's workshop, the glow of Hextech casting soft light across the room. You sit on the edge of his workbench, your shirt almost unbuttoned. Viktor stands between your legs, his hands resting gently on your thighs. His amber eyes are full of warmth as he looks up at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You've been working so hard," he murmurs, his accent thick with affection. "I think my brilliant mind deserves a break, don't you?"

You chuckle softly, nodding. Viktor's hands slide up to your waist, drawing lazy circles on your skin. His touch is careful, reverent. His lips brush against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he whispers against your skin.

"You are such a good boy," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "Every part of you is perfect."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you lean into his touch. Viktor's hands continue their gentle exploration, his lips following suit, as he offers quiet affirmations with every kiss and caress.

"You deserve to feel comfortable, to feel seen," he says, his hands resting over your heart. "You are exactly who you're meant to be, and I am so proud of you."

As the night goes on, Viktor's focus is entirely on you, ensuring every touch, every word is filled with love and affirmation. He makes sure you feel cherished, and most importantly, seen for who you truly are.

[colemorrison]

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See this body, see this body, see this body's not for me.

Pairing : Jayce Talis/FTM!Reader

Genre : Oneshot/Drabble

Warning's : Gender dysphoria + NSFW, clit, pussy, cunt and slick used for reader's genitals.

Summary : He shook his head coming back to his senses as he slid down between your legs, hands putting your legs on top of his shoulders. Kisses covered your lower stomach down to your knee, he really did make you feel loved, he made you feel like the boy that you are.

Jayce wasted no time, tongue immediately finding your clit, small circle motions while he kept his eyes on you, this was about you, for you.

Word Count :1003

A/n : Not feeling very boyish today guys, have this. Jayce just wants you to feel better and help relieve some stress.

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The second he stepped in the door he knew something was wrong, the air was cold, not the usual warmth in the air. Not your usual warmth in the air, it made him frown, who had dimmed your light?

"Sweetheart?"

His soft voice called, bags being dropped at the door as he quickly began looking for his lovely boyfriend. Jayce needed attention when he walked in, kisses, love and now he was worried you needed the same and he wasn't here to give it to you.

"Hi sorry, I was um distracted."

Jayce's hands grabbed your face, turning it toward him, your cheeks were stained with tears, eyelashes wet from crying.

"What happened?"

Silence followed, your eyes drifting downward, it was silly. It happened constantly and surely Jayce was tired of comforting you through it now.

"It happened again?"

"Yes, I understand if you're tired of it."

Jayce's pretty eyes saddened as he kneeled down on the ground before you, you were his everything, he could never be tired of you.

"You're everything to me, my handsome boy. If they don't see that, then they are idiots."

His calloused hands, ran over your thighs, the baggy pants you wore made him frown, you were hiding yourself.

"You know I love you right? And that I see you as the most handsome man ever, and I'm so proud to be yours?"

Jayce was rambling, he was so upset someone made you feel any less than what you are. His hands laced with yours as his eyes peered up at you.

"Yes, I love you too."

The man stood, wrapping his arms around you, picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He would be making you feel better no matter how you needed it.

"Can I help you?"

"Jayce.."

Your voice was back to normal now, the smoothness of it making his knees weak, oh how in love with you he was. His hands caress your body, he came to lay on top of you, careful not to crush you.

"Let me love you handsome."

"Okay.. I love you Jayce."

"I love you so much."

Kisses covered your face, whining at the way you gripped the back of his neck to pull him to kiss you, even like this Jayce still managed to be submissive to you. He buried his face in your neck, leaving kisses and nips against every inch of skin.

"You. Are. So. Handsome."

The words left his lips slowly, a kiss punctuating each one. He was going to make you feel like a million dollars by the end of this, he needed to make you feel good. Make you see yourself how he saw you, because in his eyes, you were.. More than words could explain.

Soft noises came from your lips, each one making him want to do more, he lived to please you, he lived for the praise that came from your lips.

"I'm so proud to be your boyfriend. My pretty boy."

Jayce's words never felt anything less than a hundred percent of truth, his puppy eyes just backed them up, he meant what he said. Slowly clothes came off, he worshiped every inch of you he kissed.

"Beautiful."

Your top surgery scars got a little extra attention, kisses full of genuine love pouring on them. When he got to your pants he looked up, sweet eyes wanting to make sure you wanted this too, he needed approval. A small nod wouldn't cut it, he came back up. face right above your own, a pouty look on his face.

"I won't do anything until you voice it."

"Yes Jayce, you can proceed."

Fingers sliding to the back of his neck, gripping the hair there to push his lips to your own. Teeth biting his bottom lip, you bit so hard you swore you could taste blood but when you opened your eyes he was panting.

"Awh.."

He shook his head coming back to his senses as he slid down between your legs, hands putting your legs on top of his shoulders. Kisses covered your lower stomach down to your knee, he really did make you feel loved, he made you feel like the boy that you are.

Jayce wasted no time, tongue immediately finding your clit, small circle motions while he kept his eyes on you, this was about you, for you.

"I.. I love you Jayce."

The words spilled out of your mouth faster than you would've liked, before you let out moans. Your hands curling in his hair, you pressed him down and he gave in lips finding your clit as he sucked on it. Pleasure shot through your veins, your back arching and your hands pressing him down harder, you couldn't help yourself.

Not that he minded, watching the way your mouth opened and beautiful noises came out, your eyes closing. You were stunning. With being a councilor, he had no time, now that he finally got to be face deep in your cunt again he was home. Your slip covered his chin, it never bothered him though, if anything he wanted to taste more.

"Jayce, if you need to breathe- Tap me."

He didn't want to have to pull away, he wanted to eat you out all the time, he wanted to be face deep in your pussy more than he wanted to go to those stupid meetings. Your boyfriends hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into your flesh, he was desperate to make you cum.

"Fuck. Jayce please keep going."

Jayce moved faster, tongue pressing down with the circular motions, he wanted you to cum so badly.

And inevitably you did, he stayed for a moment, helping you ride out your high before he finally came up for air. Your boyfriend laying down next to you panting, skin glistening with your slick was a sight to see.

"I love you too you know, I love my boyfriend."

"You're a dork."

"Did I at least help?

"Yes Jayce, yes you did.."

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[viktorsblanket]

Rules,

・・・・・

My name is whatever you want to be, I don’t really have one nor do I know what to call myself, I am a trans male who likes to write FTM!/Male!Reader, I might also start writing Fem!Reader as well to change up things. I want to make everyone comfortable as possible and hope people like my works!

I may take time to get back to you or to fulfill requests due to me being busy but I always keep in drafts and work on them whenever I can.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳,

Arcane

Jujutsu Kaisen

Honkai: Star Rail

TGCF

MDZS

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦,

nsfw

fluff / comfort

angst

ftm!reader, M!Reader, GN!Reader

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦,

race/age play.

shota/loli con.

underaged characters w/ smut.

rape or any forms of SA.

SCAT kink.

[spatialwave]

about me! my name is andy, i’m from canada & 27 years old. i’ve been writing for 15+ years. @spatialwave on ao3.

• current fandoms: arcane, the boys, gen v & fallout. • asks: inbox + requests closed. • writing tags: #wordsbyspatial & #spatialanswers

🩷 all dividers on my blog are by @/cafekitsune 🩷

updated: dec 10/24 [wip]

ARCANE

"v's all that" jayvik || sfw multi-chapter || 2.6k words

"my ambition" jayvik x fem!reader || nsfw || part 1 | part 2 | part 3 || 7.3k words

"brat tamer" viktor x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 911 words

"aches & pains" viktor x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 1.7k

"licked clean" jayce talis x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 719 words

"are you jealous?" jayce talis x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 1.9k words

"pretty little thing" viktor x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 1.2k words

"don't stop." jayce talis x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 733

"confessions" jayce talis x gn!reader || sfw one-shot || 1.9k words

"just one more." jayce talis x gn!reader || sfw one-shot || 1.3k words

"you want me to sit on your face?" vi x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 555 words

"pink is your colour" viktor x fem!reader || sfw one-shot || 605 words

"false alarm!" viktor x fem!reader || sfw one-shot || 755 words

"...is it possible to love you both?" jayvik x fem!reader one-shot || 2.1k words

"kisses prompt | mel medarda" mel medarda x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 687 words

"why would you stay?" viktor x gn!reader || sfw one-shot || 680 words

"time for a break." viktor x gn!reader || sfw one-shot || 712 words

"leave me to dream" arcane survivor!jayce talis x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 1.5k words

"lightweight." jayce talis x fem!reader || sfw one-shot || 1.1k words

"be quiet" jayce talis x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 957 words

"jayce talis fluff headcanons" jayce talis x gn!reader || sfw headcanons || 641 words

"jayce talis headcanons, post-finale" jacye talis x gn!reader headcanons || 737 words

FALLOUT

"red lips" pre-war!cooper howard x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 3.1k words

"yes, sir" pre-war!cooper howard x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 3k words

"baby, don't you know? that you're my golden hour." pre-war!cooper howard x ftm!reader || sfw one-shot || 2.5k words

"save a horse, ride a cowboy" pre-war!cooper howard x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 938 words

"a ghoul's helper" cooper howard x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 1k words

"it's only fair" pre-war!cooper howard x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 3k words

"nightfall" cooper howard x fem!reader || nsfw part 2 of 2 || 4k words

"hate's a strong word" cooper howard x fem!reader || sfw part 1 of 2 || 1.8k words

VICE PRINCIPALS

"all mine" lee russell x fem!reader || nsfw one-shot || 2.5k words

GEN V

WIP

THE HOLDOVERS

WIP

[jellyfishthingblog]

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Arcane: Masterlist 𖥨᩠ׄ݁

☆— Silco

"Ah, Reunions." x GN!Reader

☆— Ekko

"You Taste Divine." x FTM!Reader

☆— Viktor

[Nothing lined up, yet]

☆— Jayce

[Nothing lined up, yet]

Disclaimer: This is an 18+ blog, so if you're a minor please click off!

[mayasaurusss]

Masterlist

Hello dear readers! I will be mainly writing for Yellowjackets!

What I'll write: Fluff, angst, horror writing (in details), smut.

What I wont write: anything releated to hardcore or borderline creepy fetishes, character x character (unless reader is somewhay thrown in).

Request rules: if you want to request anything, it would be helpful to be really specific so i dont mess it up ;). When requesting something, be sure to specify the gender of the reader. Writing time may take a while! All the character I write for are aged to 18 years old or are older.

Ao3 account: Mayasaurus

Other masterlists: sweetpea, longlegs, fallout, arcane, The witching hour (fictober project).

Yellowjackets masterlist

Lottie Matthews:

Curses (series) Cheerleader Lottie x fem basketball player reader Modern soccer jock Lottie x fem reader The creature in the woods: Werewolf Lottie x reader Werewolf Lottie slice of life headcanons Lazy morning with Lottie Camomile: Lottie comforts reader during exam season Old ghosts: yandere/crazy Lottie x reader Honey: beekeeper Lottie x fem florist reader Vampire Lottie who feels bad drinking from you. Lottie x dance teacher reader Spending Lottie family's money Dating Lottie in the wilderness Catching Lottie smoke "You like that?": transfem Lottie smut

Natalie Scatorrcio

Blood hive: Vampire Natalie x fem reader In your arms: angst in the wilderness. Comforting Natalie

Shauna Shipman

Having a situationship with Shauna in the wilderness Transmasc! Shaun blurbs Werewolf boyfriend: transmasc Shaun slice of life (series: 1, 2, 3, 4-nsfw)

Jackie Taylor

The feeling of you: Transfeminine Jackie in the wildernes Sleepover: Transfeminine Jackie x reader Transfem virgin Jackie Taylor blurbs

Misty Quigley

Aftercare headcanons Bites and kisses: cutness agression with Misty Going through ftm transition with transfeminine Misty Transfeminine Misty character study Misty taking care of sick reader Foursome with Misty

Van Palmer

Just like in the movies: Spider-Van x fem reader

Laura Lee

Taissa Turner

Soon...

Curses: chapter two Goddess Natalie one-shot (50% done) Witcher Natalie one-shot (45% done) Transmasc Shaun oneshot (30% done)

Anons: 🐈, 💗, 🐇,🌿, 🪓

[liliumsabyss]

Do u have any time for a Viktor x Ftm fluff drabble? Just smth small about Ftm reader wearing something that hugs his body and he’s not sure about it but Viktors like: god/goddess.

Calls him a pretty boy n stuff <3

Pretty Boy…

FEM DNI I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Viktor(Arcane) x FTM! Reader

Drabble

Word Count: 516

Tw: Mentions of Dysphoria, Tight Clothing, Unedited, and maybe OOC Viktor

A/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you like this! Thank you so much for requesting have a good day/night!

You had been getting ready for work in the small apartment you and your partner shared. The cold wood floorboards cracked underneath your feet as you moved to the small bathroom with your clothes in hand. Walking into the bathroom the cold tile hit you feet not caring to close the door as you changed quickly into the outfit consisting of a black turtleneck and trousers that were on the tighter side. But as you finished buttoning your trousers you looked up into the rectangular mirror hung above the faucet, your face pulled into a slight grimace as you inspected the outfit, it being very form fitting. The more you stared at it the more it made you feel what you could only describe as icky the same feeling of when someone tells you something terribly wrong thats how you felt. You were caught so much into the debate of how the outfit fitted you you barely noticed your partner who’s can softly thudded as he came into the bedroom standing at the doorway observing you as you turned your body in every direction pulling at the fabric of your clothes.

“ Love?” A voice came from behind you as you turned to see Viktor standing at the doorway directly behind you.

“ Oh Hello Vik… Did you have breakfast yet?” You say trying to sound less stressed and more cheerful however still you sounded hesitant yet still worried for Viktor considering the man was so obsessed with his work he would forget what day it was.

“ You have been pulling at that outfit for five mins.” The male comments nodding his head slightly as he speaks, taking a step forward to get closer to you, being his own way of asking you what was wrong

“ It’s just, its so form fitting and it makes me feel ughh,” You say, sliding your hand down your face frustrated with yourself as Viktor only takes another step closer putting an arm around your waist pulling you against him gently.

“ I think it suits you quite well my love,” Viktor started as you stared at him putting your arms around him in a hug as he reciprocated, giving out a slight cough as he was so touchstarved he still was not quite used to contact without initiating it first. He buried his head into your shoulder trying to mask his bashfulness.

“ How did I get such a pretty boy…” Viktor mumbles under his breath genuinely asking himself, you let out a little chuckle. The male makes you forget the outfit situation in the first place.

“ Well how did I get such a handsome man?” You quip jokingly yet still serious about the quip, The two of you stood there for a little while until you both realized you were running late. The two of you hustled towards the door and down the hallway of the apartment building all the way to the front entrance quickly saying your goodbyes but as you were walking towards your job you heard Viktor mumble something only able to make part of it out.

“ Pretty boy..”

[0chisia]

— ★ Introduction . . !

(I'm extremely basic)

Heelloo, my name is Mav (or Merrick)! This 'short' post is just about getting to know me :] Before getting into all of the stuff like my interests, some things about me aree..

I'm trans and gay [ftm]

I use he/him

I have a bf

Also i am a MINOR so pls dont be creepy

I'm Asian [Full Filipino]

I'm named after a TVC character :3

Interests — general

Drawing

Gothic literature

Writing

Learning how to play guitar

More that I can't remember..

Interests — specific

The Vampire Chronicles

My Chemical Romance

Death Note

Serial Experiments Lain

The Vampire Armand

Interview With The Vampire [ The TV show and the movie ]

Edgar Allan Poe.... 😓

Creating OCs in different universes

Arcane (league of legends series)

The Arcana (dating sim)

More that i cant remember

Also more that i cant remember

DISLIKES AND DNI !!

Proshippers

Anyone who writes any reader fanfics but its rlly just fem reader fics that are badly editted

Armand haters that cant shut up about it

Claudia haters

People that dont like the new IWTV show purely because of how it includes queerness

TRUMP SUPPORTERS

"Goth/punk" conservatives..

TERFs

Transphobes & homophobes

Racists

Literally, anyone that discriminates others

Things I might post

Fanfics

My art

OC x reader stuff..

OC stuff in general

TVC fanart/fics

Anything that includes my interests

That's all!! [ for now.. ] Have a good day peeopple!

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❛ master list ❜

▬ last updated: 16.11.2024

♡ ▬ NSFW content (MDNI). | ☁ ▬ means it's angst. | ↺ ▬ means it's a WIP.

Yandere Original Characters ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Kim Seo-Yun x gn!reader | Kim Jeong-Hyun x gn!reader | drabble: ♡ "You make me feel like I am clean again"

α!Kim Jeong-Hyun x Ω!ftm!reader | ABO AU: ♡ " You’re the one who brought the dawn to my eternal nights. " [1/3] ♡ ☁ "I can make it right" [2/3] ↺ ♡ ☁ "The reason I survived in hell - was for you, it was not for me." [3/3]

Arcane (2021) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

VANDER x ftm!prostitute!reader: ♡ "You better lock your door and look at me a little more (we both know I'm worth waitin' for)" [1/3] ♡ ☁ "That heavy breathin' on the floor" [2/3] ↺ ♡ ☁ "I'm yours, I'm yours" [3/3]

JAYCE TALIS x male!reader X VIKTOR | drabble: jayvikyn drabble

Avatar (2009) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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Call of Duty (2022) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Konig x male!reader: ♡ "Oh, oh-oh"

Castlevania (2017) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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CREEPYPASTA FANDOM ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

multi!characters x incubus!reader | drabble: ♡ "Just wanna be one of your toys, tonight"

DCU ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

JASON TODD x male!reader: "You get me so high"

Dead by Daylight (2016) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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Jutjutsu Kaisen (2018) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

GOJO SATORU x male!husband!reader: ☁ "I WANT THE YOU WHO WANTS ME AGAIN" [1/3] ☁ "WHY AM I IN LOVE ALONE? (WHY AM I HURTING ALONE?)" [2/3] ☁♡ "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME (PLEASE DON'T FALL)" [3/3] ☁ alternate ending [AU] ☁♡ "YOU ALREADY HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART (WHICH I HAVE NEVER GIVEN TO YOU)" | au's and what ifs drabble ↳ ❛ __ ❜ [playlist link]

poly!GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU x male!reader: ♡ "He's just like candy, he's so sweet"

poly!GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU x male!reader: ☁♡ "You know what sinners do when they love too soon (are you ready to die?)"

Hein Era!RYOMEN SUKUNA X concubine!ftm!reader X Heian Era!GOJO SATORU: ♡ "Darling, won't you just plead, or should I begin to bleed?"

α!FUSHIGURO TOJI X Ω!ftm!reader: ♡ "His heart is beating just for me (I can hardly breathe)."

one-sided!KENJAKU X concubine!ftm!reader | RYOMEN SUKUNA X concubine!ftm!reader: ♡ "life and death will always lead to love and regret (but you have the answers, and I have the key)"

Marvel ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

PETER PARKER x male!superhero!reader: "You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you" [1/2] ♡ "Baby, you know that you won" [2/2]

My Hero Academia (2014) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI) x ftm!reader: ♡ "Just like that, baby" [1/3]

DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI), TOMURA SHIGARAKI, TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU, SHOTA AIZAWA x ftm!reader: ♡ "Breathe through it" [2/3]

DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI), TOMURA SHIGARAKI, TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU, SHOTA AIZAWA, KEIGO TAKAMI x ftm!reader: ♡ "Good boy." [3/3]

Resident Evil (1996) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

ghostface!LEON KENNEDY x ftm!ghostface!reader: ♡ "Comin' back for more?"

Sally Face (2016) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

SAL FISHER x ftm!reader: ☁♡ "I was the boy who was on your side" SAL FISHER x ftm!reader: ♡ "I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt)"

LARRY JOHNSON: ↺ ♡ "'Cause it's not a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees"

Slashers ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

COREY CUNNINGHAM x gn!reader: ♡ "Helping Hand"

multi. characters x transmasc!reader | dating drabble: "beautiful (darling)"

multi.characters x male!slasher!reader | dating drabble: "take my soul (need control)"

poly!BILLY LOOMIS & STU MACHER x male!reader: "Line of Sight"

poly!COREY CUNNINGHAM & OG!MICHAEL MYERS x gn!reader "Say yes to heaven (say yes to me)"

The Legend of Korra (2012) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

TONRAQ x male!reader ♡ "situation might get sticky, icky"

Teen Wolf (2011) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

MIECZYSLAW "STILES" STILINSKI x male!werewolf!reader: ♡ "Burn for you" DEUCALION x male!werewolf!reader: ♡ "Show Me How" [1/2] ♡ "Show Me How" [2/2]

The Walking Dead (2010) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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The Witcher (2019) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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[dimlylittorch]

18+ drabble MDNI

My Masterlist🌱

Silco x transmasc!reader

y’all i’m sorry i need this man SO badly. i only recently watched Arcane for the first time and him and Viktor have been going through my head nonstop🙏

Imagine being Silco’s pretty boy assistant he snagged from topside, wanting a trophy to keep at his side. Offering you a job you can’t refuse- amazing pay and promises of the chance to explore a whole new world (aka the Undercity)

Wearing your nice topsider outfits like you would any other day in Piltover, not noticing the odd looks others gave you down there. Silco loving how you’re like his own exotic pet to regular citizens- the topsider he had stolen away and kept on a leash.

Being surprisingly good at your job, fully prepared to actually try your best (something he often couldn’t find in others.) Color coding, organizing, making lists- even writing out a daily schedule for him, much to his amazement.

Not thinking much of it when Silco calls you a good boy- maybe that’s just usual talk for down here, right? Silco trying to ignore the way his cock chubs up every time you smile sweetly after being praised.

Not realizing how your smile is a rarity for Silco to see since he lives in the Undercity. Your kindness isn’t something he’s used to, making him more attached to you than he should be. He’s already taken care of a few stragglers that called you names or whistled at you.

Finding him needing help with his eye injections but no one else is around. You offer to help with a sweet concerned look on your face, walking over and trying to find a good angle. Struggling to get a comfortable position so you gently rest your knee in between his legs on his desk chair, your leg brushing against his clothed cock which was already hardening. Him letting out a small moan when you inject his eye, which you assumed was from the pain, but really your knee brushed against his cock again.

Him taking you out to dinner as a ‘present’ for doing so well recently, but in reality he just wants to see you more. If he’s lucky enough maybe one of these nights he’ll convince you to come home with him- since it’s ’far too long a walk at this time of night’ for you to get back to your apartment all the way in Piltover.

Silco finding your little day journal that you use to take notes and keep track of what you need to do. Flipping through it out of curiosity, finding the page where you jot down what he likes so you know what to get him for the holidays. His chest feeling warmer than it has in years.

Bringing him trinkets from Piltover as if he couldn’t just get them himself if he wanted to. An entire drawer of his desk is dedicated to just the things you bring him. Little do you know how his heart speeds up a little when you leave a new present on his desk. Can’t help but imagine you wearing a neatly tied ribbon and sitting on his desk, waiting for him as his next gift.

I will 100% be writing more for this don’t yall worry

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Arcane - Viktor x Listener - Reuniting With The Herald, Your Viktor [N!!SFW Patreon Preview]

[TM4A] [Arcane season 2 spoilers, set between season 2 episode 3 and 6] [Herald Viktor] [Trans! Viktor] [Dom Viktor] [Established relationship] [A continuation of the regular Viktor audios where you are together when he's in piltover, and now he's left and you've followed him] [Viktor's a little different but he's still in there] [Deification kink] [He's a little insecure at what you'll think of him but he's also got a god complex now] [Listener genitalia not-specified] [Oral on speaker] [Fingering on listener] [Telepathic-enhanced sex, Viktor can feel what you feel via touching you] [Aftercare]

This month's first Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio, the full audio is 48 minutes long. So... no one actually requested Arcane Season 2 Viktor for this months audios, though two Patreon members did request Viktor just not this scenario. Most requests do come in at the beginning of the month and Arcane season 2 hadn't come out yet but still... I do hope this is not an unwelcome return of the man who started it all (all being this entire channel, me doing voice acting, thank you for changing my life Viktor Arcane).

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]