#Arcane x ftm reader

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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. 

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❝ 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."

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Arcane - Viktor x Listener NSFW 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]

[firez0]

Character List - ☄️

Fandoms I write for!

⭐️

Marvel, DC, Sally Face, Arcane, BNHA, AoT, Death Note, Haikyuu, Stranger Things, DBH, Peaky Blinders, Life Is Strange, Sk8 the Infinity & Demon Slayer.

[dissapointu]

💜-MasterList Arcane characters (separately)-💜

💜-Rules-💜

apparently there is a 100 link limit-

All my request go into my drafts folder then I post them throughout the day or all at once-

No one is being ignored <3

JINX

Jinx Dating Headcanons

“Steamy Mischief”

“Electric Touch”

“Overwatch”

“Rest for a Wrecking Ball”

“Listening to the Chaos”

“Blue Like You”

How Jinx Would Comfort You When You’re Sad

How Jinx Would Cuddle with You at Night

How Jinx Would React to an Insecure s/o

How Jinx Would Be Affectionate Toward Her Partner

How Jinx Would Act After an Argument with Her Partner

How Jinx Would Act if Their Partner Got Hurt

Jinx Dating Shenanigans

Jinx x Shy and Quiet Reader Headcannons

“Scatterbrained Kisses”

“Chaos and Comfort”

“Trying out new Things” NSFW

jinx had a girlfriend that was affectionate

Jinx with a Raze (from Valorant) s/o

jinx with a girlfriend who likes to wear short skirts and dresses.

Marked by Chaos (nsfw)

In a mood (angst?)

jinx with a Sick in the head gf

Jinx Fluff

Distracting you

"a good kind of trigger" (nsfw)

VI

Vi Dating Headcanons

Vi imagine

“Ink of Love”

“Lazy Mornings With Vi”

“A Stroke of purple”

“Rom-Com Kisses”

How Vi consoles

How Vi Would Cuddle with You at Night

How Vi Would React to a Clingy Partner

How Vi Would React to a S/O insecure about their weight

“A Quiet Moment”

“Tired of Watching You Hurt”

NSFW: A Ride from Behind

“Silence and Screams”

Vi and a chubby S/o

Rounds (nsfw)

Kitten Chaos

With a werewolf s/o

the ultimate Gift (nsfw)

Vi with a nerdy s/o headcannons

Smut (afab, Nsfw)

SEVIKA

Sevika dating Headcanons

Sevika Dates Headcannons

“A Quiet Night at The Last Drop”

“Lucky Cards”

Sevika x Shy and Quiet Reader Headcannons

“Steel and Softness”

“Steel Wrapped in Warmth”

“Steel Meets Softness”

“Unspoken Bonds”

Sevika with a reader that has more stamina and drive

Sevika with an S/O Headcanons (Appearance, Personality, and a Touch of Smut)

Bathing Sevika and her tough walls brake down-

You have a missing arm

VICTOR

VIKTOR RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Ekko

“Your Touch”nsfw

Movie night in with Ekko (nsfw)

Ekko, in a relationship where he’s younger than his s/o

“Stressed “

Ekko with an S/O Headcanons (Appearance, Personality, and a Touch of Smut)

A Steamy Encounter with You (ekko Nsfw)

“In the Glow of Firelights”

Ekko with a Hyperactive Partner

Dating Headcanons for Ekko

patching his wounds.

Smut with a sub Ekko (nsfw)

Taller S/o

Trying to distract the medic

A s/o not used to being touched

Not used to physcial affection s/o

Unyielding (nsfw)

Ekko with a FTM s/o (pretransition)

Silco

Silco with a reader who has a high a high sex drive

Silco, has a reader calling him “daddy.”

Smut (afab, nsfw)

💜-REQUEST GUIDELINES-💜

[opened]

Anything from anything

Any fandom is okay

Angst

Fluff

smut (idk if mind are that good)

-use your common sense

Anything LGBTQ is fine with me

“If it don't hurt nobody it doesn't matter.”

Its a no for morally questionable things

-inscest

-animal gross stuff

[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

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

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: 🐈, 💗, 🐇,🌿, 🪓

[brruxsm]

rules | write list

will write:

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur Morgan : John Marston : Javier Escuella : Mary-Beth Gaskill : Kieran Duffy : Abigail Roberts : Charles Smith

Resident Evil [re2r, re4, re4r, re7, re8]

Leon S. Kennedy : Claire Redfield : Ada Wong : Ethan Winters : Ashley Graham

X-Men & X-Men Adjacent

James Logan Howlett : Scott Summers : Ororo Munroe : Jean Grey : Wade Wilson (Origins included)

Arcane

Viktor : Jayce Talis : Mel Medarda : Vander : Ekko : Jinx

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon : Rick Grimes : Carol Peletier

will write ftm reader

will only write top reader for smut

won't write:

female reader, bottom reader, pedophilia, r@pe, etc.

[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!

[angeldvste]

AUTHOR >.<

hii guys my name is mori mori or js mori im a beginner writer so im not the best but I'm certainly trying I'm obsessed w class of 09, aot, tlou, and lastly arcane so my blog will be focused on those I take request for oneshots since I don't write story on here if u do want stories u can check out my wattpad @/angeldvste I'm currently writing a class of 09 ff there !

MORI STANDS FOR PALASTINE !

LINK TO A BLOG TO HELP PALASTINE

MASTERLIST

WHAT I WILL NOT DO

NO SMUT

NO HARDCORE GORE

NO PEDO SHIT

NO WEIRD KINKS AKA NO SMUT

NO CHARACTER X CHARACTER

WHAT I WILL DO

FLUFF

ANGST

SEMI SMUT ( making out, grinding etc )

FEM READERS

NONBINARY READERS

TRANS READER ( ftm or mtf )

will add more soon but for now that's all bye lovelies

greeted by, mori mori

[pluto-supremacy]

I’ve got two almost done and need to figure out which one y’all want first. And as always if you want a fic that isn’t on here, just ask!

[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..”

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Arcane - Viktor x Listener NSFW Convincing Viktor To Relax And Be Your Good Puppy [Patreon Preview]

[TM4A] [Trans! Viktor] [Dom listener] [Top Listener] [Listener genitalia not-specified so could be penetrating with their cock or a strap-on] [Pet/puppy play (Puppy! Viktor)] [Collar, ears, tail plug on speaker] [Begging] [Overstimulation on speaker] [Multiple orgasms from speaker] [Tail plug insertion & anal fingering on speaker] [Oral/cunnilingus on speaker] [Vaginal penetration on speaker] [Squirting] [Aftercare]

This month's second Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio, the full audio is 33 minutes long. Based on Patreon requests.

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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]

[firez0]

Information - 🌙

hi, you can call me fire! My pronouns are He/They, I'm 19 years old.

I write fanficton, so here is some information

⭐️

Only Male Reader

Minors Dni

Fem aligned Dni

NSFW Requests Can't be made anonymously because I can't check if ur a minor or not.

Rules

Character List

[expiredskinsuit]

What i will write for!!:3

I'm new to writing fan fiction, so please don't hate me or be negative towards me! I'm trying my best! here are the fandoms I will write for, please send me and ideas you would like me to write i would appreciate it! i will only write child (teenager) x child (teenager) and adult x adult, i will NOT write child x adult, i will only write male reader gn reader and ftm reader, I'm not comfortable writing for females im sorry! no hate to women, any ways here are the fandoms i will write for!

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Marvel! (includes spiderman movies, be specific on which spiderman you want me to write for)

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The Arcana!

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Good omens!

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Harry potter!

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Jujutsu kaisen!

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Arcane league of legends!

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Saiki K!

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The owl house!

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Scott pilgrim!

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Team fortress 2!

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That's it so far but I might add more in the future! stay safe on the internet!!<333

[kingsleywrites]

About Me + Request Guild lines (Please read before requesting anything)

Hello, so I have just decided to write on Tumblr so I created this blog! I also write on wattpad my name on there is King-0f-Hearts and I am in the process of getting an AO3 account. I have a main account here where I just mess around and post on the occasion.

A little bit about me!:

My name is Elijah but you can call me either King/Kingsley or Elijah/Eli I am fine with either of those.

I am a trans man (he/him) and I'm omnisexual

I decided to start writing on Tumblr in hope of not only getting my work out there but also to help improve my writing and get requests. i also want to write without sticking to a specific book like this is any different but i guess this is how my brain will work

Request Guild lines:

My request box will most likely always be open so don't be shy to shoot a request over to me, I will be more than happy to do it.

Things I will do:

Fluff

Angst

male x male

male reader

gender neutral reader

FTM reader

platonic

romantic

Obsessive

Yandere

Suggestive scenes (No smut and as long as they are within any guidelines of the people being written)

Headcanons

Drabble/short stories (are they the same? idk)

Little disclaimer I just decided to start writing obsessive and yandere alts of characters and due to me never doing something like that before it may be very cliche and just outright bad

Things I won't do:

Smut (I do not feel comfortable writing it)

Age gap

Female reader (y'all have enough stories go read your own, there are not enough male reader and gender neutral reader stories out there so just let us have this)

character x character (I just dont really enjoy writing it, I have nothing against it just isnt what I really want to write for)

Fandoms/Characrters I write for:

Shows/TV:

Gravity Falls (Dipper, Mabel)

Arcane (Vi, Jinx, Milo, Silco, Claggor)

Anime:

Hunter x Hunter (Killua, Gon, Kurapika)

Promise Neverland (Ray, Norman, Don)

Attack On Titan (Levi, Eren, Armin)

Black Butler (Ciel, Alois, Finny, May-Rin)

Blue Exorcist (Rin, Yukio)

Movies:

None, open to suggestions :)

Games:

DSMP, only using the characters in the SMP and not their real life selves (Dream, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Georgenotfound, BadBoyHalo, Wilbur, Tubbo, Quackity, Ranboo)

Resident Evil, only 2 and 4 because those are the only games I've seen so far. (Leon)

Sally Face (Sal, Larry, Travis, Todd, Ashley)

Cuphead, ONLY PLATONIC (Cuphead, Mugman)

Little Nightmares 1 & 2, ONLY PLATONIC (Mono, Six, Runaway kid)

Other (Books, other pieces of media etc.):

Any of Wilbur's bursonas (Simpbur, Argbur etc.)

Genloss Ranboo (I know very little about Genloss and I plan to educate myself because from what small bits I've seen it's so cool)

Creepypastas (Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Ben Drowned, Jane the killer, Clockwork)

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This list is subject to change as my interests change and I gain and lose hyper fixations. Probably the Fandoms that I'm in the most in Resident Evil, Gravity Falls and DSMP but I will still write for the others.

Just because a character from one of the fandoms isn't on the list doesn't mean you can't request it it just might take a little bit because these are the characters that I know the most about.

If any of the creators or characters that are written about say or have said that they are not comfortable with stories being written about them I will remove them from the list and remove the stories if needed.

I don't have a writing schedule so if it takes me a long time to get your ask posted I am sorry! I just take forever to write and then I will get really distracted or I just won't want to write one day.

Thank you for checking out this blog, feel free to request something!

My main account:

My Wattpad account:

Update! I got an AO3 account! I already made a separate post about this but here's the account on this post so people can find it easier:

[yureismellslikefanfic]

About my page

I'm a teen, if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to block me. /lh

I'm a part of Scaranation.

I like cats, birds, rodents, and little critters

Vocaloid

Certified Scara Simp

Xiao simp

I kin Jinx (Arcane), Wanderer, Barbara and Furina (Genshin Impact)

This is what you can and can't request;

What I will write:

Angst (Things like suicidal thoughts, eating disorders, death, etc.)

Fluff

Smut (Depends on how comfortable I am writing it)

Mental disorders

trans (FTM)

What I will not write:

paedophilia, necrophilia, bestiality, incest.

character x character

amab reader

Previous dividers by @/magicalboything